It’s a love hate relationship because it humbles them. When you get like this, it reminds them that you’re not just a pillow princess. Your mouth gets slick as you know those sounds in particular only happen when you start fucking back.
KATSUKI BAKUGO
“Fuckin’ -Hell” he moans as you pulled his T shirt from your body. Sinking down on his cock, your tits jiggling after throwing the garment somewhere. You haven’t been in cowgirl for a minute.
He just loves caging you in as he fucks you, making you feel small beneath him, shedding tears of overwhelming pleasure as he tilts your chin up to remind you that you asked for this.
But tonight, he was under you with nowhere to go. Nothing to do as his wrists were bound above his head. You were tired of him mouthing off around the house last week while you were on your period. Teasing you, knowing damn well the only thing you could do was give him hand jobs and head.
It only got worse when you guys went outside. Groping you in the car, feeling on your ass a bit more than he should, and giving you kisses— the type you should be sharing behind closed doors.
With your palms flushed against his chest, you grinned as you rode him effortlessly. Pussy and mind already prepped from the weeks teasing. You squeezed him every time his eyes left yours “look at me while I fuck you” you purred. He grunts trying his best to fuck up into you but you weren’t having it.
You leaned over and whispered “not tonight my pretty king” kissing behind his ear and sucking his neck as you moved your hips up and down on his length. “Fuck baby” he rasps as he twitches inside you while you left a trail of hickies down his neck. When you finally lifted your head his face was flushed with lips slightly parted.
Filled with desire, one hand traveled up to his wrist and the other to his neck. You started lifting your hips and dropping it just so you could hear that lewd noise of wet skin slapping. You watched as he bit his lip, struggling to hold his moan back so you squeezed lightly as his neck and propped yourself up on one knee.
When you dropped down again it’s like you punched a breath out of him. The wrecked sound he made left even him confused. He swore up and down he was gonna get you back for that but you just smile as your pussy worked on his cock.
Sucking and squeezing him just the way he liked and probably even more. “Fuck- (Y/N)!—” he whined as his head went back into the pillow. “I knowwww” you sang “this cock was made for me” your face contorting with pleasure as you stared down at him.
You’re now squatting on him, pussy drooling as his eyes flicker from there to your tits to your face. He lets out a pathetic sound knowing there’s no way he can stop himself from cuming when you get into this position.
He swallows hard as you squat on him. His cock disappearing inside you like a magic trick. You purposely tightened around him as you moved and boy did he lose his mind. “FUCK MEE” he let out from the deepest depths of his soul making your pussy clench around him continuously as you bounced up and down.
He watches in disbelief at the amount of cream that travels down his throbbing cock. It’s too much for the great Katsuki Bakugo, fuck you loved wrecking him when he allows it. “CU-MMING FUCK” he chokes out and moans loudly as he shoots into you. Your delicious pussy flutters around him as you chase your climax on top.
ZORO RORONOA
“What was that my big bad swordsman?” He looks away and bit his lip almost embarrassed. You stopped riding and sat that there, looking back to see if his gaze left you.
“Baby? It’s ok… to moan for me” you sat straight up and he looked at you “in fact, it makes me feel so good” you made your pussy clench him teasingly. His breath hitched “I promise baby, when you moan for me it drives me wild. Let go, trust me— this one time” you clenched around him again and he nodded.
Sigh, Zoro has such a big ego. He’s a very manly man that doesn’t believe in men moaning too crazy during intercourse but fuck that is what you thought. You always challenged that notion because you believed in pleasuring your partner to the fullest extent.
And there he was, relishing in the way you rode his cock. Fucking on just the head sometimes for an extended period of time. “FUCK NOT YET” and that was your cue to sink down and wait. You loved that he considered your needs even when you were on top too.
He gripped the sheets, knuckles almost paling at the sounds your dirty little cunt made for him. “(Y/N)” he grunted. “God! don’t stop” he let out almost breathlessly. His hands find their way to you ass encouraging you to fuck back.
You lean over even more, chest pressed on the sheets as you bounced back. He bit his lip, the view was spectacular your ass jiggles each time you came back he wished he could be in two places at once, so could eat you and fuck you at the same time.
This is what you did to him fucking back like that. You’ve got all these perverted thoughts floating through his head. You shaked your ass on his cock and he sucked in a breath, bounced harder and he grips your ass. Spreading it as you throw it back. “MMPH so tight ahh” you blessed his cock with endless slick.
His hard, thick, velvety cock stretched you deliciously. Your creamy cunt was breaking him, breaking him, guttural moans left his throat never slowing down “FUCK BABYGIRL— I’M” his head goes back as his thumbs open your pussy he cums hard an orgasm hitting like no other. Moaning how much he loves your pussy, your tightness, your sounds, your body, and how much he loves YOU.
BENIMARU SHINMON
You were sitting on him because he asked you to about an hour after having dinner at the table. He was feeling nice off a bottle of Sake and hoped you’d try it too.
He slid his chair back and patted his thigh “come over here and try this” he said. You’d never deny any type of contact especially when he was the one offering. Before you knew it, you were on your forth shot with your panties shifted to the side as he slides in and out of you.
His thumb slightly brushing against your clit as the other pulls one of your tits out of your bra. He licks his lips wishing he could suck on it. Then his gaze shifts when he notices your hands gripping the sides of the table. He watches as you pick yourself up and slide down on him.
He smirks and spreads his legs wider so you can get comfy. You find your momentum quickly and his smugness disappears as he notices you’re getting even wetter. “Fuck I bet you’ve been thinking about this the whole time during dinner” he tries to snap his hips forward but you sank down on him with all your weight.
Your back now completely flush against his chest as he’s deep inside you. “All day baby” you whispered as you grind on him, hips rocking back and forth slowly as you squeeze around his thick cock. “Bennniii” you coo and threw your head back on his shoulder.
He shutters at the sound of his name leaving your lips. His mouth finding your neck and sucking as he tries to hide his moans. You lean forward and arch as you ride him. Your squelching sounds are so fucking distracting he’s losing it. “Fuuckkk baby!” He’s trying to hold you by your thighs a little higher so he can fuck up into you but you deny him.
So you start bouncing on his angry cock making him hiss. “SO TIGHTT I’M-” he stares at how wet you’ve made his groin. With each lift there’s multiple strings of wetness that connects both on you. “BENI your cock- the best ever” you moan breathlessly as you climax by the sounds he’s making as he fills you with he cum.
SHOTO TODOROKI
He stands behind rolling his hips into your soaking cunt. Hands gripping the small of your hips as he watches you rise from your elbows to your palms. “Fuck!” he lets out as you begin to bounce back matching his rhythm.
He stills as he watches your ass jiggle upon making contact with his groin. His hands fall from your hips and he’s now lost in the view of the way your pussy is dripping each time you slide forward.
“God! That’s it sweet girl” his eyes roll back as you twerk on the head of his swollen cock. He sucks a breath in and whimpers trying desperately to stop himself from cuming.
“SHO- missed the way you fill me- so deep- so big” you sang. “S-STOP that” he whimpers clinging to every strand of his sanity but loses it when he finally notices you’re looking back. Looking back with half lidded eyes, your mouth parting and almost drooling.
He’s stupidly in love with you, treats you like you’ll break or something but tonight you’re out to show him fucking you should be quite the opposite. “Look Sho I’m creaming and it’s all just for you” his eyes pan from your lips to your cunt as you slide back and forth on him. The view makes him moan even louder.
You’re not fucking Shoto softly no matter how pretty he is. You’re so messy for him. His fingers twitch and flies to your hips again as you slide all the way back taking every inch of him. “Ahhhh (Y/N) cuh- cummingg baby girl” he spills inside you and pants heavily.
Men who live for the opportunity to fuck you from behind.
It isn’t because they don’t want to watch your pretty features twist in pleasure, or because they don’t want to see your eyes widen in surprise.
Not because they don’t want to see the base of your skull dig into the pillow when their cock hits it just right, or the way your tits bounce with each motion.
No, it’s because they’ve mastered fucking you in this position like a finely tuned skill. It is, after all, the best way to get your head in the clouds. Guaranteed to make your pussy love them, to drool for them.
However, they have to admit it soothes the deepest, most repressed and filthy urge to fuck you like a dog. They want your face shoved in the mattress, ass in the air on display. God, there’s nothing like it.
Their cocks throb and twitch when your spine curves so pretty for them. They lose their minds when your fingers fist the sheets and you start whimpering their name. Even hanging on by a thread they’ll hold out on cumming. There’s not a chance they’ll end it this fast, fuck no. They have to watch their cocks disappear inside you for as long as they are able to hang on.
They pay attention when one of your hands reaches between your legs to play with your clit. Rubbing fast circles until your pussy starts to clench tight, helping yourself cum because you want it so bad you could cry.
Right after this they really start fucking you, palms pressed against your lower back, threatening to snap your spine. They throw their weight into thrusting harder.
These men bully your g-spot. Make you cry out for them until your throats raw. Not stopping after you shove your overheated face into the sheets and beg them to. You have to brace a hand on the wall in front of you to keep from being concussed.
They keep at it till you’re both dripping with sweat and overstimulated. Then they force another orgasm out of you anyways.
Their voices go low and rough, panting to catch their breath between words.
“C’mon, give me one more, pretty girl. Just do as I fucking say and I’ll give your sweet little pussy a treat, promise. You want that, don’t ya?”
They make this last orgasm count, hell bent on seeing you squirt.
They wait until you tense up again, letting you enjoy the full force of your orgasm and then some before pulling out. They paint your ass white as you squirt all over the sheets, praising you for being such a good girl.
These men play your body like a fiddle, especially hitting it from behind. They leave you a satiated, sweaty, boneless heap on the bed. They fucking love it.
EREN, levi, BAKUGOU, kirishima, GOJO, zoro, hawks, SANEMI, KUROO, benimaru + any of your faves!
Content: So much desperate smut. Honestly, there is no plot at all and barely any emotions except raw need.
A/N: As per usual please like, comment, reblog. Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more.
I lose control
--- Benimaru’s PoV ---
There is noise everywhere he turns as Asakusa celebrates the destruction before the rebuilding of a house where a soul has been brought to rest: firecrackers, people laughing and cheering, his men regaling those who want to listen with the story to honour the dead. Off to the side, the carpenters are already planning together with the family who lost their house. The twins are tormenting Konro, high on sugar from candy.
And Benimaru?
Sitting in the middle of it all, he wishes he was elsewhere. It doesn’t matter where.
Gaze flitting from one happy face to another, he finally finds what he’s looking for and he know where he wants to go and with whom.
You feel the gaze on you like hot oil slicking your body. Turning just a bit, you get to meet the mismatched eyes of the captain of the Special Fire Force and you nod at him, thoughts immediately spiralling to things that never will be.
--- Reader’s PoV ---
You love Benimaru – everyone does but you suspect that you might be more smitten than most. It’s just too bad that he’s known to never having accepted any of the many advances from anyone. Turning away again, you sigh, tampering the need in your core. Why’d he have to be hot as well as kind?
A cheer erupts and you join halfheartedly before draining you glass. It feels like the party is over for you and so you get up.
--- Benimaru’s PoV ---
She’s gone by the time he’s made it over to her seat. He had been stopped several times along the way and other than being awkward it was for once frustrating as it kept him from his goal. But Benimaru knows Asakusa and all who live there.
This time, he ignores the people coming towards him, holding his hands up to signal “not now” as he hurries to get out of the crowd and down the quieter side street.
There. He sees the back of her turning down an alley and he doubles his pace to catch up.
Maybe she’s heard the sound of his footsteps despite the noise of the party reaching this far. Maybe it’s pure coincident. Either way, she’s waiting by a front door as he turns the corner and she turns to face him as he draws near.
His heart is hammering in his chest. A wild need is driving him, one he rarely feels but can’t bring under control now. Won’t.
There’s a flicker of surprise in her eyes when she opens that pretty mouth of hers: “Waka?”
He’s got her caged in an instant, his arms on either side of her body, palms against the door behind her.
“Tell me to leave and I will,” he growls, knowing it’s true although it would be hard for him to do.
She doesn’t say anything, just reaches a hand out to drag through his shaggy hair, nails scraping his scalp.
He’s done for. Lips crashing upon her soft mouth, swallowing a gasp greedily. His arms wrap around her body, pulling her closer and she’s so pliable. Breasts pressing against his chest and he swears he can feel her heart jackhammer away. A slender arm has wound its way around his neck, keys jangling between the fingers as the other hand slides down his back.
It’s all he can do to contain himself for now, breaking the kiss long enough to whisper hoarsely: “Inside. Now.”
Turning her forcefully, Benimaru presses himself against her back, hands roaming her chest and feeling perky nipples through the clothes. Tweaking one, he makes her miss the keyhole on the first attempt but she manages the second time and their shared weight pushes the door open so they almost fall in.
The captain is only partially aware enough to close the door behind them with a kick that shakes the walls. And he is almost furious at having to slow down and unlace the heavy boots but then she’s on her knees before him, doing it for him while looking up with big pleading eyes and her mouth is right there, slightly open before his bulge. Benimaru unabashedly groan when she nuzzles against his crotch and his fingers tangle in her hair.
“There,” she mumbles, hands drifting from now loose laces to his ass and thigh.
They manage to disentangle long enough to step out of their footwear and make it all of two meters further. Then he’s on her again, rough hands pulling up the skirt so he has access to the apex of her thighs.
“Fuck,” he groans, fingers feeling the more than damp silk.
--- Reader’s PoV ---
You’re clinging to him, breath coming hard and fast as you rock your hips to chase that friction from his fingers. Still with a barrier of fabric in between, you can feel how slick you are for him already.
He’s growling against your throat, teeth digging into you to leave a bruise, probably. Mark you? The idea is tantalizing.
You don’t get to consider the possibility further, though, as he suddenly hoists you into his arms, hands under your ass. Automatically, you legs wrap around his waist and you find yourself grinding against his erection.
“Need you,” he rasps, striding into your home.
You’re working desperately to loosen his clothes, getting to feel his skin, but your attempts are thwarted as he tosses you on your bed. He is much quicker at dealing with his clothes himself and you are tempted to admire what becomes visible but burning desire is forcing you to mirror his actions, ridding yourself of your own clothes until you both are kneeling in the bed before each other. Naked.
Benimaru takes a moment to look you up and down, a hand slowly pumping himself.
Your core aching to replace his hand and your thighs are rubbing together, bringing his attention to where you need it and he’s on you in a heartbeat, pushing you back into the mattress and parting your legs so he can see your folds shimmery with need. He swipes a finger through your folds only to bring the now wet tips to his mouth, licking the juices off with a hum.
Then he spreads your legs wider, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs to keep you in place as he licks a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit, flicking at the bud to make your breath hitch.
Your fingers dig into his soft hair, guiding him for a little bit until he has learned where you want him. Afterwards you keep your hands there simply to keep grounded because it feels so fucking good. Your toes are curling, your legs trying to clamp together around Benimaru but he’s keeping you spread for him. A knot in you stomach forms so quickly. You can’t breathe.
“I’m -”
“Mhm,” he hums against your puffy petals.
The vibration is what sends you, body seizing and a moan pushing up through your throat. And Benimaru just laps it all up greedily.
He doesn’t let you come down. Not really. Because the short moment it takes him to reposition himself over you, guiding the tip of his cock to your still quivering entrance is not enough and so when he pushes in, he extends the high.
Your hands are clawing for better purchase, having had to abandon his hair. Now you leave red marks down his back, little newmoons on his ass.
Pushing deeper, the curve of his cock fits you perfectly, hitting the right spot as he begins to rut into you.
There’s nothing sweet about it. Just pure fucking. He slams into you, growling into your neck where he’s nuzzled his face. He lies on you completely, pulling you down on his cock by your shoulders as if he’s trying to disappear into you with each thrust.
You have to fight to breathe, each bit of oxygen pushed out of you right away by him and by your own body that’s betraying you by still throbbing and burning as you keep cuming. Walls clamped tight around his cock, your clit pulsing unbearably.
“Fuck,” Benimaru growls before biting into your shoulder to stifle a deep groan as he rams into you once, twice, then stills.
You can barely feel it, how his cock throbs as it sends his seed deep into you – you are too sensitive to be sure what’s him and what’s you. Clinging onto him, you wait for reality to come back...hopefully bringing your vision with it.
He pulls out slowly, pushing himself up from you. He’s got you caged in still, but it doesn’t matter because you couldn’t move even if you wanted to.
Balancing on an arm, he grabs you jaw to turn your head to him. The kiss is searing, holding some promise that neither of you have the words for right now. But you understand.
benimaru groans into the kiss, lips hungrily moving against yours. “fuck,” he growls against your lips. he’s resisting every screaming bone in his body to not just jump onto you. benimaru can feel that familiar warmth in his groin blossom, like gasoline feeding a fire.
the whisper in his ear practically tenses up his entire body, he has to force his feet to stay on the tatami mats and his body planted into the chair. benimaru grits his teeth, his fingers tightening around your hipbones with a pressure that leaves crescent shaped moon marks with his nails.
benimaru lets you bite him, mark him up as yours. he takes a sharp inhale, his eyes shutting tightly as he feels you sink your teeth into his neck, and sooth the impact with swipes of your tongue.
“y/n…” his voice comes out like a frustrated sigh. benimaru halts back a groan, strained as he feels your hands rub his legs, inching higher and higher, where he needs you the most.
like the hot fucking tease he knows you to be, your hand stills, slowly climbing back down to his knee. benimaru’s leaking like a motherfucker now, twitching with barely restrained want for you. it nearly aches, like a fire waiting to be extinguished.
“y/n!”, he pants, and it nearly comes out as a beg— a plea to stop teasing him. his hips jerk forward, a desperate measure to get some sort of friction out of you— anything to soothe his scorching nerves. his eyes flutter as he finally, finally feels you undo his pants, letting his attire fall in piles on his ankles.
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note: totally play warmth by janet jackson while using. istg it elevates everything. make him whiny as HELL! ㅤ♡
You and benimaru had been married for a few years now, hes a dry, stern and silent man who just doesnt know how to show his love for you even though he loves you dearly. Meanwhile you were a suggestive person that made people take risks or just extend their palette for things they kept as inner thoughts. One day you were trying to start an argument with benimaru due to him being silent all the time. “Just what the fuck is wrong with you?!” You shout, while benimaru just looks down at you in the eyes with an expressionless face, making it seem like hes unfazed. You give him a swat on his hard muscular chest, but before you could land that hit, benimarus big hand caught yours in time. “Dont test me now.” He said with a slight rumble in his voice, you give up trying to be mad and stand on your tippie toes to give him a small peck that suddenly makes him throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatos. “Your going to make it up to me tonight.” He said with almost no excitment in his voice at all. He kicked the bedroom door shut and threw you on the bed, making you bounce slightly. He removes his black shirt and grey sweatpants hastily, meanwhile you took your time with your dress, eyeing him like eye candy. Once hes done woth removing his clothes with ragged breaths, he reaches over and grabs a condom and struggles ripping it open, he stretches his arm towards you with the condom in his hand, “uhm… c-can you open it…” he said with a stutter. You giggle softly and grab the condom and rip it open with your teeth, meanwhile hes awkwardly removing his boxers, you get jumpscared by his huge dick bouncing in your face, his tip insanely purple with precum leaking out of it. “F-fuck… touch it…” he pleaded softly… you groan softly in impatience and quickly wrap his dick with the condom before positioning yourself with your ass towards him, your back facing his torso as you bend over and grab his dick and position it right at your wet entrance before pushing yourself back hardly, making him bottom out immediately. He moans softly. He grips your hips and begins making small hip movements to accommodate your hard backwards thrusts, around 5 minutes later he begins panting and moaning like somethings coming, and you also begin to feel a weird sensation in your stomach, and all of a sudden, you clamp down on his cock while moaning his name out loudly, meanwhile benimaru is moaning his heart out as he finishes at the same time, his cum spilling deep inside of you. “M-mm…~ im sorry baby im always trying, you know that…” he admits with his face all flushes with his hair sticking to his face as he pants, you straighten up and turn around to kiss his cheek and hug him, “i know baby… its okay… i love you..” he immediately claims your lips in a harsh kiss that ends with both of you falling in a deep sleep.
DRABBLE: THEY’RE YOUR BLIND V-DAY DATE ❤️🍷💕 (CROSSOVER ANIME) (18+) (For Black!Fem!Readers)
Writer’s Note: Got another something for V-Day for y’all. I decided to do one for multiple anime characters cuz I’m a slut for all them 2D characters & couldn’t decide on one specific show lol. Plus it sounded fun! And important disclaimers I’ll just make a note of before the actual Drabble. I hope y’all enjoy! ☺️🥰 -Jazz
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LEVI ACKERMAN (AOT)
The first night, you’re nervous, to say the least, especially when Hange warns you about his appearance.
“Why?” you had asked over margaritas and tacos, already perplexed and slightly unnerved by her warning. “Is he really ugly or something?”
Hange, sitting across from you in her glasses with her locks of long, chestnut brown hair cascading down her shoulders, shook her head. “No, no, my dear!” she immediately protested. “He’s actually quite handsome despite the broody thing. But he does have some scars from a mission gone wrong at his job and he’s blind in one eye.”
She took a sip of her margarita as if to soften the next blow. “And he’s missing a leg,” she finished.
You were taken aback, to say the least, but you didn’t let that stop you. You aren’t prejudiced and you refused to let that stop you from at least giving Hange’s friend a chance.
Apparently, Levi has been a firefighter for a couple of years and has recently broken up with a longtime girlfriend, so Hange figured he could get back into the dating pool and realize that there are great girls out there starting with you!
So the weekend of Valentine’s Day, Hange texts you the name of the restaurant and you take an Uber there after spending the entire day doing your hair, picking out an outfit, and giving yourself a makeover. You decided on a soft glam look as this is the first time you’re meeting the guy and a pretty, red dress that hugs your frame and zips in the back.
When you get out of the Uber in front of the quaint and low-key yet romantic restaurant, you take a table near the door so it’ll be easier to see Levi walk in and flag him down. You still have no idea what he looks like, only that he’ll be wearing a black trench coat, he’s kinda short, and he has a large scar going over his eye.
“His team calls him Scar, apparently,” Hange laughed. “It helps that he has a smooth, deep voice too!”
You admit that you were curious to see him and hear that “smooth, deep” voice she told you about. So you sit and order a glass of wine, waiting for his arrival as you stare out at the passing cars and people…only he never comes.
You wait and you wait and you wait, but he never shows his face. You call Hange, thinking maybe you have the wrong restaurant or time or day, but all is correct. You think that maybe he’s in traffic or something came up, but Hange never calls to tell you either.
When your appetizer comes and the candle sitting in the middle of the table begins to melt, you feel your heart sink to the pit of your stomach. You’ve been stood up.
The realization hits you like a brick to the face. Quickly, you order the check and a box for your food and pay the waiter before running out of the restaurant in tears. You feel stupid. Wasteful. Foolish in your pretty dress and heels.
Hange comes over to see you with the quickness when you tell her that night, ice cream and face masks in tow. “I can’t believe him!” she says, enraged, with a sheet mask on her face. “He told me he’d be there and then he doesn’t show up? Who does he think he is? Why, I’m gonna give that man a piece of my–“
“Don’t Hange,” you sigh, shoveling another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. “Just leave it be. He probably just changed his mind or wasn’t ready.”
You are ready to move on and forget it, but the universe doesn’t let you. A week later while at work of all places, you get an unknown call. Thinking it’s one of those scammers, you give a sharp “hello”.
“Uh…hi,” a smooth, deep, velvety voice replies. “This is Levi, Hange’s friend. This is Y/N, correct?”
You heart drops into your ass and it takes a moment for you to reply. “Uh, y-yeah,” you answer. “Yeah, this is her. You’re Hange’s friend? Did you get my number from her?”
“I had to,” Levi replies, his voice making your stomach do flips. “I’m sorry if that’s weird, but I just…”
He pauses, sighing. “I had to talk to you,” he finishes, sounding completely beaten. “I’m so sorry for not coming last week. I was so afraid for you to see me because of my appearance. I was so sure you'd find me unattractive and not like what you see. I’m very insecure in that and I let it get the best of me, but that doesn’t mean you deserved that. Hange already went up my ass about it.”
You softly giggle, knowing she would. "So, if you don’t despise me too much and you’re willing, can we meet up for dinner this Friday night if you’re free?”
He sounds hopeful and slightly afraid. You don’t know why you say yes, but you do and you make plans to meet for ramen on Friday. When the day comes, you wear a more casual outfit–-a pretty cashmere sweater, jeans, and some boots––but still style your hair and makeup to look presentable. ‘Second time’s a charm, I guess,’ you think.
It’s a dry, cool night so you wait outside the restaurant for Levi to arrive, texting him that you’re there prior to your arrival. Ten minutes into waiting, you think he isn’t going to show and that he duped you again, but then your phone rings. Your heart leaps at the sight of his caller ID and you answer. “Hello?” you answer, noticing how breathless you sound.
“Look up,” Levi says and you do, seeing him standing before you across the street under a streetlight.
The soft light illuminates his features: a sharp jawline and cheekbones, soft, pale skin, one eye the color of a gray ocean, and the other milky where a long scar runs from his eyebrow to his cheek. He walks towards you slowly with a slight gate in his step, his hand on his left leg where his prosthetic is, and finally makes it over to you. He is extremely attractive and smells like toasted vanilla.
“You’re Y/N, I take it?” he asks, a small smile on his face.
“And you’re Levi,” you reply, your heart battering against your ribcage.
He gives a slight nod, his one eye roaming over your frame. “My God, you’re stunning,” he chuckles as if he can hardly believe it. “Even more than that the first night. I had come, but I never went into the restaurant. I was so intimidated by the way you looked that I just–“
“Stop,” you interrupt, not liking the thought of him standing outside looking into the restaurant window at you, feeling so horrible about his looks.
“That was then and this is now. And you’re wrong, by the way.”
One of Levi’s eyebrows raises in confusion. “I do like what I see,” you say, your voice soft and shy. “For the record, you’re one of the sexiest guys I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”
The laugh Levi lets out just about fills you with joy and you just about melt before he holds the door for you to enter the restaurant, not so discreetly staring at your ass as he does.
NANAMI KENTO (JJK)
He’s a professor and he’s a blonde is what you’re told by Gojo…but that’s about all he tells you, the asshole.
“You’re asking me to go on a date with a dude I don’t even know and you won’t even tell me what he looks like?”
You’re sitting with him at brunch with bottomless mimosas when he runs it by you. You get the feeling he just invited you out with the promise of mimosas, good omelettes, and paying just to toss this at you.
Gojo gives you his big, gigawatt smile as he sits across from you wearing his usual shades. “Trust me, babe! He’s a good and attractive guy! If I wasn’t taken, I’d fuck him myself.” He snorts to himself, shoveling some eggs into his mouth. “But I don’t even think I’m his type.”
From what you gathered at the start of brunch, Kento Nanami is Gojo’s very stoic, very introverted, very lonely friend who is in need of a date this upcoming Valentine’s Day. Though intelligent and handsome, Nanami isn’t too good with women and hasn’t been in a romantic relationship is quite some time.
“I swear, he’s not an incel,” Gojo swears, one hand on his heart and the other held high. “He loves women! He’s just…awkward.”
You aren’t sure if you like that answer. “What if I meet him and I don’t like him?” you ask, taking a break from your mimosa. “I mean, I’m only agreeing to this because you said you’d pay me.”
And Gojo did. He figures you’re the perfect girl––smart, pretty, and funny––to bring Nanami out of his shell. “$50,” he sing-songs. “And if you hate his guts, you'll get another $50, I promise. But give him a chance, Y/N! He needs it!”
To not hear him whine and beg, you roll your eyes and agree. Gojo arranges for you to meet with Nanami at a winter light show in the park that is done every year. It’s the perfect place to meet since it’s romantic and very populated.
You dress in your warmest and cutest coat before hurrying to meet Nanami, your boots crunching in the snow. The park is decorated in twinkling lights that line the trees, walkways, and fountains.
You’re so enchanted by the lights that you barely see the slick of ice lining the sidewalk. You misstep and your left foot goes skidding. “Oh, shit!” you gasp as you fall, but you don't feel the ground or the cold snow.
You don’t feel anything at all except two warm, strong arms wrapped around you. You look up into the warm eyes of an older man. An older, extremely attractive man with a blonde undercut and wearing a tan wool coat. “Are you alright, miss?” he worriedly asks. His voice is deep yet warm and sweet like honey.
You’re so taken by the stranger that you barely notice that he has set you upright. “Um…yeah,” you answer albeit softly.
You blink at him, noticing how tall and well-built he is behind his coat. His hands are strong and capable and you find yourself staring at them even when he shoves them into his pocket. “Nanami?” you hesitantly question.
You watch his darker blonde brows furrow in confusion then rise in realization. “You’re Y/N,” he realizes. “Forgive me. Gojo didn’t tell me what you’d look up or what you’d be wearing.”
You think you see his eyes trailing over you, but you can’t focus on it for too long. “That’s okay,” you laugh. “That’s Gojo, for you. How do you know him?”
Nanami begins to walk with you to the line at the entrance gate to enter the event, keeping the same slow pace as you. “We went to the same high school and remained friends ever since. How did you meet him?”
“We met through a mutual friend and just clicked,” you explain. “Her name is Shoko.” Recognition crosses Nanami’s face at the name. “Shoko?” he asks, a light flickering in his eyes. “I know her as well. We all went to the same school.”
“What a coincidence!” you giggle, glad to have something to break the ice (other than your fall). “Thank you again for helping me. I know I’m dumb for wearing these things in the snow.” You nod down at your heeled boots to which Nanami only stares at, never smiling. His expression is unreadable and slightly intimidating. But you can tell it’s just awkwardness. Now you see what Gojo meant.
But rather than be unnerved by it, you find yourself wanting to break through it. You want to get to the warm core of this man. “Um…should we walk?” you ask, nodding at the entrance gate. Nanami nods but looks slightly worried.
“Will you be alright?” he asks, still staring at your feet. “You may want to hold onto me.” He offers you his arm, a slight tinge of pink to his cheeks that one could pass off for the cold. Your heart leaps at the chance to touch him, even be near him.
“What a gentleman,” you chuckle. “I didn't think chivalry still existed.” You take his coat sleeve and let him lead you through the entrance into the park’s first trail.
A chuckle that makes your stomach flip and your pussy leap leaves Nanami’s mouth. “I wouldn’t say all of that but thank you. I would just think I’m being a good human being. So Gojo told me about your job. What is that like?”
The park is truly beautiful, decorated head to toe with lights that twinkle and dance. But you’re not focusing on the lights; just Nanami and his conversation. For such a stoic guy, he can really hold a conversation.
He tells you all about his job as a professor and his students; what subjects he likes; his life outside of work. He asks you about you and all of your habits, hobbies, and joys. He listens intently, putting them all in his brain’s filing cabinet. You find similarities about each other, including favorite books, movies, and your love for the beach.
The date lasts for an hour and you enjoy every minute of it. You like being around Nanami, enjoying his stale humor and shy smile. More than anything, you like his presence.
You like how soft his wool coat feels under your finger. You like how he keeps his arm at reach, even when you release him at times. You like how he keeps the same pace as you, never walking too fast and always staying at your side, his black leather shoes tapping against the concrete.
You’re feeling him and you want to let him know that when you finally reach the end of the park where the last attraction, an ice sculptor decorated in lights, stands.
“Wow,” you sigh. “So pretty.”
Nanami stands next to you as you stare up in awe at the attraction. “Yes,” he agrees, though he isn’t looking at the lights. His attention is solely on you.
He likes the way the lights illuminate your skin which contrasts with his. He likes the brown of your eyes, so warm and tempting like chocolate. He likes your humor and sweet laugh. He likes you and he isn’t too shy to show it. You can see it when you turn and find him already staring at you, bold and heated.
He is sexy. He is alluring. And you want him. “Nanami?” you shyly ask.
His eyebrows raise, acknowledging your question. You turn to him fully and stare up at him through your lashes. “I don’t usually do this, but…would you want to come home with me?”
He is silent, staring at you wordlessly, and your stomach flips with discomfort. “For coffee, maybe?” you add.
Nanami doesn’t have to be asked again.
To end such a perfect date, you find yourself on your back with Nanami on top of you, looking so handsome above you as he pounds your pussy into the mattress. His big hands pin your thighs apart and up to his broad shoulders, your painted toes and skin contrasting deliciously with his lighter skin.
“So pretty,” he groans. “You were the prettiest thing there tonight. Fuck, darling, you’re so tight!”
He thrusts into you harder, faster, making the bed squeak and you lose your voice from how loud you moan. You can feel yourself about to cum after so much foreplay and stimulation (Nanami is a gentle lover).
“Kento,” you whine, digging your nails into his shoulders. “I’m gonna cum! Please…please cum with me!”
And he does. At the sound of you begging, he bursts inside of you with a ragged groan as you cum all over his big cock, your pussy walls squeezing around him and stroking his shaft.
As you do, his lips find yours, giving you a passionate kiss that could melt the ice with how hot it is.
NICO ROBIN (One Piece)
*Note: Reader is plus-sized!
Nami swore up and down that you needed to go on a date for Valentine’s Day to forget about your short-term “situationship”.
“Just give a chance, Y/N,” she said to you over ramen. She treated you to lunch at the best ramen place in town while you were on your work break. “It’s just for one night and I can’t stand the thought of my best friend alone on Valentine’s Day! And she’s a great girl, seriously!”
You looked down at your bowl of ramen, feeling hot under your sweater dress that clung to your plump body. The idea of a blind date didn’t appeal to you much, especially being such a big girl. Usually, when people got a look at you, they either ghosted you after the first date or didn’t give you the time of day. Why did she think this was a good idea?
“Just be careful,” Zoro said, shoveling spicy miso ramen into his mouth. “She’ll charm the pants off of you…or skirt…whatever you’ll be wearing.” Nami smacked him on the the arm hard, making the green-haired hunk hiss in pain. “Don’t listen to him, honey. Robin is just a sweet-talker. You have nothing to worry about!”
But when you finally get a look at your date, you don’t think that’s true. Nami set the date up at a high-scale bar where the working class and hotshot businessmen come for happy hour.
When you walk in, you immediately feel self-conscious despite looking oh-so yummy in your waistband coat that flares around your waist and pink dress that makes your skin and brown eyes pop. But the dress also sticks to your body, accentuating each curve, ripple, and roll. Though your stomach ripples with nerves, you also feel slightly confident catching eyes under the warm lights above.
You sit at the sleek bar and order yourself a cocktail to loosen up a bit more while you search for your date at the door. Nami only told you that she’s “tall with long black hair and might be wearing purple”.
You’re curious as to what this girl is like and if she likes what she sees. You sip on your cocktail and scroll through your phone for a couple of minutes, completely unaware of the eyes you have captured from down at the bar.
When you turn around in your stool to place your glass down, you find another cocktail sitting behind you. Confused, you flag down the bartender. “I didn’t order this,” you tell him, pushing the glass towards him. “It was sent to you,” he explains. “From down at the bar.” You look in that direction, but find no one paying any attention to you. “But I have a date,” you protest. “I can't accept this.”
“That’s correct,” a sweet yet smooth and sultry voice purrs behind you, “and it’s usually rude to deny a drink from her.” The voice causes your body to react instantly: the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end; your heart pounds in your chest; your stomach flips. You turn and see your blind date standing behind you in the flesh.
Beautiful isn’t a word to use for Robin. She is absolutely stunning. A straight vixen oozing confidence and poise as she stands behind you in a purple cocktail dress that illuminates her soft, pale skin and blue eyes that steal the air from your lungs.
She is tall and slender with piano fingers painted in a dark rouge that you want to feel wrapped around your body, but has a rack that can stop traffic and is definitely catching eyes. Her long, shiny, black locks of hair cascade down her slender shoulders, catching the light above. You are in awe of her and her beauty as are the others in the bar.
“Y/N?” she asks in her alluring voice. Wordlessly, you nod and close your mouth to avoid looking like an idiot. “I’m Nico Robin, Nami’s friend. She’s told me so much about you.” She puts a slender hand out to shake yours, giving you a whiff of her luxurious-smelling perfume and a peek of golden Tiffany bracelet.
You put your hand in hers, feeling warm from her touch. “N-Nice to meet you,” you stutter. “Please, have a seat. Do you want a drink?” Robin raises her brows questionably as she settles onto a stool next to you. You flush under the lights, thanking God that he made you Black. “It’s only right since you ordered me one.”
Robin smiles, her pearly whites and dimples making you damn near melt. “How sweet of you,” she giggles. She orders herself a dirty Martini with extra olives and thanks you again when it comes. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting. I got caught up in some work.” She slowly crosses her soft, long, milky legs over one another. You do your best not to stare.
You give her a smile, pretending that you’re not turned the fuck on by her, and lean your elbow against your chin. “So you’re an archaeologist, right? That’s such an interesting job.”
She smiles at the compliment and at the mention of her career as you sip your cocktail. “Well, I’ve always been attracted to history since I was young. I’m attracted to intelligence too, which you seem to have a lot of.” Her smile turns flirty and now you know what Zoro was talking about. You’re already charmed by her. “Tell me: what’s your job like?” she asks.
Your conversations last for hours and flow perfectly, especially after you get your second drink in you. You tell her about your job and quietly gush over her curiosity and awe, realizing how much she loves learning. You talk about everything, from city life to books to anime, learning that you both love magical girl anime, especially Sailor Moon.
You didn't expect that from Robin because of how poised she is and her love for dark colors, but as soon as you mention Sailor Moon, her eyes widen in excitement. “I love Sailor Moon!” She laughs. “I cosplayed as Sailor Mars two Halloweens ago. I bet you’d look so pretty as a Sailor Scout, especially with the skirt.”
That’s another thing you learn about Robin: she’s a flirt. She sneaks in little sly compliments to obviously make you flustered…and it’s working. You try to do the same, complimenting her on her outfit and her smile. “I can see why everyone is so fond of you in here,” you say, nodding at the group of businessmen playing pool who are not so discreetly staring at you both from across the room.
Robin giggles, turning back to you with a hooded gaze. “Too bad,” she sighs, not at all sounding disappointed. “I’m here with you.”
As the night goes on, it gets looser as you both become more comfortable with each other. You talk about everything and anything, telling each other funny stories and showing pictures of your pets. “You’re a dog mom too?” you coo, gushing over her wallpaper of her and a fluffy, brown animal dressed as Santa Claus though he has pointed ears and horns.
“Reindeer mom,” she corrects you and titters at your confusion. “It’s a long story, but that’s my perfect little boy. His name is Chopper.”
Other than Robin being a sweet-talker as Nami said, you also find out many other things about this alluring, attractive woman. Like how much she loves plays and Disney movies, becoming so excited when you ask her about her favorite films. “I love musicals,” she shyly says, an endearing blush on her face. “Can you tell I’m a secret theatre kid?”
Or how she tends to ramble about information she’s obtained from books and documentaries about tribes long gone and age-old urban legends. You could listen to her talk for hours. Unbeknownst to you, she feels the same about you whenever you speak about yourself and your interests.
As the alcohol takes its affect on you both, she also tells you that she’s a devil fruit user, a term you’ve heard before since many in the world are, including your mutual friend Luffy. When you ask her about her ability, she just winks behind her third martini glass. “A woman never draws all of her cards…not all at once, anyway.”
As the night draws on, so do the drinks and soon, you’re feeling loose and bold. You decide to show her your hidden talent which is rolling your eyes to the right and the left. “I can wiggle my ears too,” you say, showing her much to her amusement. She applauds you, giggling at your talent. “My, you’re full of surprises,” she giggles. “And so am I.”
You suddenly feel something tickling your sides and look down to see two disembodied hands tickling you. Robin’s hands. You look at her in shock as she retracts her extra arms, using them to grab her third martini and take a sip. “The perks of being a devil fruit user,” she chuckles. At the sight of your expression, she grows concerned. “Do they frighten you?”
“No,” you answer honestly. “They’re…” You stare at her extra hands, wondering how many more she has and how they would feel on your body. “Pretty,” you decide to answer with. That is enough for Robin to decide what she wants from you tonight.
So when you’re both still sitting there when the bar is emptying out, she makes it known. “Oh, dear,” she sighs, exhaling in disappointment as the bartenders clean and the drunk crowd empties out. “It appears that our date has become to an end.” She turns to you, placing a warm hand on yours. “I really enjoyed meeting you, Y/N,” she says, a smile on her face that makes you ache.
You don’t want tonight to end. You don’t want her to go. You need more of her touch. She seems to understand and see the mutual disappointment in your eyes because she doesn’t release your hand.
“Unless you want this night to continue,” she adds, her voice like honey in your ears. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t very attracted to you too, unless I’m mistaking the chemistry.”
You can’t speak, so you shake your head and her eyes twinkle. She leans in toward you, engulfing you in her scent. “Just say the words and I’ll go with you,” she whispers into your ear.
Desire overwhelms you and you squeeze her hand, interlacing your fingers. “I’ll call a Lyft,” you exhale. Robin smiles, keeping her hand in yours.
She doesn’t let go even hours later when your fingers are interlaced with each other while your legs are pinned open by her extra hands on the bed. Your moans and whimpers fill the darkness of your bedroom as she moves her tongue against your clit, moaning eagerly and sloppily into your pussy as she eats you like there is no tomorrow.
“Now I can really show you how good I am with my hands,” she giggles, looking up at you between your thighs. “You’re so cute like this, pretty girl.”
You can feel that knot in your core tightening the more she moves her jaw, going faster and faster until you have no choice. “Robin,” you whine. “I'm gonna…gonna…!” Your back arches and your legs shake around Robin’s face.
Her hold on you tightens, her hands gripping your thighs.“Cum for me, gorgeous,” she hums. “I’ve got you. Cum all over my face like a good girl.”
One thing is for sure while you gush around Robin’s face, loving how she eagerly laps up everything you give her: another date is definitely in the future for you and her.
PRO!KATSUKI BAKUGOU & KIRISHIMA EJIROU (BHNA)
*Note: Reader is plus-sized & a bimbo!
*Disclaimer: Bakugou & Kiri are both aged-up (over the age of 18) in this drabble!
You don’t know why you agreed to do this blind date thing, but your friend put you up to it after she reminded you of your NY resolution to try new things to help yourself.
“You need to put yourself out there more, girl!” she argued over the phone with you. “Do you see how hot you are?! You deserve to have someone on your arm!” You pouted as you painted your toe nails a pretty bubblegum pink, your feet hanging over you bathtub smelling like vanilla bubblebath.
Though she is right about you deserving a nice guy to tell you how pretty you are, most of the guys you dated either used you as arm candy, hit in then quit it, or just stopped talking to you because of your, uh…bimbo-ness. You know you have no filter and sometimes you do come off as dumb, but you’re trying your best! And you’re kind and the sweetest person anyone will ever meet! Isn’t that enough?
“Yeah, but a blind date though?” you complained into the phone sitting on your sink. “How am I gonna go on a date if I can’t see, girl?” You gasped, even more mortified. “Or will my date be blind?! How will be able to see me and my cute outfit?!”
Your friend just laughed. She knows you’re not the brightest crayon in the box, but you’re just too cute and sweet. “Honey, no! A blind date is when you meet someone you’ve never seen or met before. Someone else sets the date up for you.”
Your heart resumed its normal pattern and you relaxed into the water. “Ohhh,” you realized with a giggle. “Well, if you’re setting it up, can you tell me anything about him?”
Your friend refused, much to your dismay. “Nope, but you’ll meet him later this week. Saturday night at 7 PM, don’t be late. I’ll give you all the details before then.” You hung up, a bit nervous but excited, already picturing your outfit for the day.
The Saturday of Valentine’s Day weekend, you go to the cafe your friend tells you to go to which is only a few blocks from your apartment. You dress in a pink sweater that does nothing to hide your voluptuous bosom and a pretty, cherry red skit that hugs your tummy and voluptuous ass, the damn thing so short that the ruffles stop mid-thigh, a sliver of your asscheeks seen whenever you bend over. You pair your V-Day outfit with some warm stockings and high black boots before putting on your favorite fluffy, pink coat.
An hour later after putting on some vanilla-scented body spray and giving your lips a slick of your favorite Fenty Gloss in a sparkly pink, you stand in line to order your food, hoping that will ease your nerves over today. Because your friend loves you so much, she set you up for two dates today: one at the cafe and the other later tonight at your favorite bar.
Your first date is a redheaded hunk, according to your friend. “He’s got red hair and he’s a fucking giant,” she giggles. “And he’s SUPER fine. You’ll know him when see him.” You melted at the details. “I do like big guys,” you sigh dreamily. Your second date is just as fine, but a hothead. “My friend works with him at his agency and apparently, he’s got a mouth.” Your friend rolled her eyes. "The dude is like a pit bull, but he's so fucking sexy.”
“I’m a little nervous though,” you mumbled, starting to feel insecure. “You think he’ll like me?” Your friend looked at you like you were insane, making you laugh. “Who wouldn’t? You’re adorable!”
And you feel adorable when you go next to the counter and the cashier’s eyes shoots straight to your tits. You don’t notice, too busy feening for some sweet, sugar coffee. “Hi, can I please get a peppermint mocha latte with two pumps of caramel, please?” You are so damn cute that the guy blushes and quickly rings you up. You pay and thank him when you get your drink before walking off, but stop when something captures you.
There, hidden behind a glass container behind the counter, are a bunch of seasonal-flavored doughnuts lined up in a row. Your eyes immediately go for the one coated in pink frosting, powdered sugar, and red and pink sprinkles. “Oooh,” you coo to yourself. “So pretty.”
“Agreed,” says a raspy, sexy voice from behind you. You turn a little too quickly and a bit of coffee sloshes over the top of your drink and onto the crotch of the guy standing behind you. “Oops, I’m so sorry!” you gasp. “I didn’t even see you! Oh, it’s gonna stain! Here, quick!” You quickly reach for a wad of napkins and begin to dab at the man’s crotch, not even realizing how it looks.
Still not even bothering to look up, the blonde furiously blushes while the redhead behind him stifles a laugh. “That’s quite okay,” he chuckles. “At least now he smells like peppermint down there.” The blonde growls like he wants to commit murder. “Plus, Katsuki was standing way too close to you in line, weren’t you, ‘Suki?”
You hand the napkins over to the blonde, hyper-focused on the nickname. “‘Suki,” you giggle. “That’s such a cute…” Your words die in you when you finally, finally, look up into the eyes of the two finest, sexiest men you’ve ever seen in your life.
One of them has long, red hair cascading down his broad shoulders, fanged teeth that flash at you as he smiles, friendly, crimson eyes, and piercings––dangling from his ears, embedded in his eyebrow, and snakebites in his bottom lip.
The other sports a platinum blonde undercut and a scowl that slightly softens at the sight of you. He, too, has crimson eyes that widen at your pretty face and outfit and one piercing in his plump bottom lip. The only things similar about the duo are how tall, buff, and sexy they both are. “Name,” you weakly finish. “I-I’m Y/N.”
The redhead grins, putting his big ass hand out for a shake. “Ejirou,” he says, “but my friends call me Kiri.” You do so, noticing how calloused his palm is and how much his sweater stretches against his pecs. The blonde has the same issue, his V-neck shirt way too tight for his toned body. “Bakugou,” he grumbles, giving you an intense stare that makes you melt on the inside.
Those gears in your head start turning and you gape at the duo. “Wait…I know you two!” you gasp. “You guys are those superheroes, right? Dynamight and Red Riot!” Kiri tosses his head back and laughs while Bakugou glares daggers at you. “Damn, could you be any louder?” he growls. You cover your mouth, flushing with embossment. “Sorry!” you whisper. "I’m just a big fan of you two! I almost didn’t recognize you in normal clothes. I have your posters and all of your merch!”
Kiri gives Bakugou a look that he would seeing a cat do something cute. And that is what you are: a cute little kitty. Something adorable and sweet yet you have a sexiness to you that both men are coming to find. “Well, it's always a pleasure to meet a fan. Especially such a cute one.” He grins at the way you giggle bashfully. “I’m guessing you’re a fan of sweets? Me too. I was actually planning on getting one of those for my boyfriend, my date, and I.”
You notice Kiri gaze at Bakugou when he says “my boyfriend” and you quietly gush to yourself. “Oh, you two are dating?” you coo, much to Bakugou’s dismay. He’s so cute when he blushes! “That’s so sweet! Here, I’ll treat you guys to ‘em to make up for that nasty spill.”
Kiri is just about ready to scoop you up and take you home with them when you dig into your bag for your Hello Kitty wallet. “Well, isn’t that sweet? You up for somethin’ sweet, Katsuki?”
Though Bakugou feels the same way, he still wants to feel you out and see if this “bimbo-esque” personality you’ve got going on is a fake. “It’s whatever,” he grumbles. “But you’d better get me the chocolate one. I don’t want the one with all of those sprinkles and shit on it.” You vigorously nod, taking out some cash. “You got it!” you giggle and hand them the cash. After getting back in line, Kiri orders one chocolate and two strawberry donuts and his and Bakugou’s drinks.
You thank the cashier when she hands you each pastry individually wrapped in a paper bag, nice, warm, and toasty from the oven. You turn to the pros and hand them the treats. “Here you guys go,” you sweetly say. Bakugou grumbles as he takes his while Kiri gives you a big gigawatt grin. “Thanks, cutie,” he chuckles. You expect them to start eating them, but you’re shocked when Bakugou hands one of the strawberry ones to you.
You freeze, confused. “But…this is for your date,” you say, completely clueless. “Aren’t you gonna give it to them?” Bakugou pinches the bridge of his nose like a dad with a dumbass child. “Oh, my God,” he groans. Kiri thinks it’s endearingly hilarious, holding his stomach as he laughs. “You are our date, silly girl!” he giggles. “Well, mine, technically. Your friend set us up to have dates with you at different times today, but we both just came together since we’re dating. I hope that’s cool.”
You gape at them, wondering if they’re serious. Two of the hottest pros on a date with you? At the same time?! You just about squeal with excitement. “Sure!” you giggle, your heart leaping for joy. “The more, the better! Let’s go sit down so we can get to know each other more.”
The two are happy to oblige. Kiri picks out a table in the back that is more secluded and near the window for the sights. Before you sit, you turn to Katsuki with an apologetic pout. “I’m sorry again about the spill, Bakugou.”
The blonde cuts his eyes at you and you can't tell what he’s thinking due to how permanent his scowl is. But that changes when he pulls your chair out for you. “Katsuki,” he replies. “And stop mentionin’ it. Besides, I know some other way you can make up for it later…maybe with your number.” He gives you a lopsided smirk that makes you tingle between your thighs.
“Chill,” Kiri cuts in, rolling his eyes. “Sorry about him. We don’t usually flirt too hard on the first date…but you’re just too cute to resist.” He boldly looks you up and down, tugging lightly on his bottom lip. You wonder what else he can do with his mouth as the cafe’s atmosphere becomes more tense between the three of you. “Well, I could say the same about you two,” you purr, a shy giggle leaving your lips.
That’s what the duo want to hear. Bakugou’s smirk widens, a twinkle in his vermillion eyes. “Glad the feelin’ is mutual, mama,” he whispers. “So you sittin’ or what? My fuckin’ coffee’s gettin’ cold.” You do so and you never want the date to end…unless it’s to spend more time with them in private.
NICHOLAS "NICO" BROWN (GANGSTA!)
You stand outside of a jazz club one chilly night, watching the passersby and wondering which one may be your blind date.
Worick told you all about his friend, Nico, but you’ve never met him before. You only know that the two work together and have known each other since childhood. You’ve only known Worick for two years after he helped you out of a messy financial situation with your asshole ex-boyfriend who, according to Worick, nearly shat himself when Worick threatened to bring Nico in to handle things.
Apparently, Nico is well-known throughout the town for being an extremely threatening and intimidating figure.
Why in the fuck would Worick want to set you up with someone like that? “He’s a cool dude, really!” he assured you over coffee. “Just…quiet. And it has nothing to do with the fact that he’s deaf. He’s just a quiet guy; a little awkward; introverted…”
‘Not to mention threatening and intimidating,’ you thought to yourself. “And you thought I was just perfect for this guy?” you scoffed. “What will we even talk about? How can I talk to him if he’s so quiet?”
“If you ask him something, he’ll answer you,” the handsome blonde replied. “And don’t worry too much about signing. He can read lips, but just make sure you slow down with your words.” Though Worick knows you know sign language due to your father being deaf since you were an infant. He can tell you’re still hesitant to say yes and folds his hands into a prayer.
“C’mon, sweetie,” he begs. “The guy has NEVER been on a Valentine’s Day date before and his last girlfriend was a fucking bitch who dumped him because he was deaf. All she wanted was his massive dick…sorry.”
He apologized when he saw your reaction. You didn’t need to know that his childhood friend has a big dick! ….Though you are curious to know just how big. “He needs someone kind, considerate, and sweet. You fit the bill! Just give him a chance, please?”
Before you agreed, Worick told you all about Nico’s ex, happy to do so when you asked. Apparently, she was the daughter of a rich family that he and Worick were in charge of guarding for a couple of months. She and Nico grew closer, had a sexual relationship, and Nico caught feelings while she didn’t, claiming it was because she didn’t want to date someone deaf due to it being “too much work”. You felt bad for Nico, especially when hearing how much it hurt him.
“You’re lucky I love you,” you sighed at Worick’s pleading stare. He clapped his big, calloused hands and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Love you too, sweetie,” he chuckled. “I’ll fill you in on the details later this week.”
He instructed you to meet Nico at an underground jazz club that Nico particularly likes for its seclusion and because no one bothers him too much in there. You dressed in a simple cocktail dress, flats and a cardigan to keep warm in the chill. Combined with your styled hair and soft makeup, you think you look pretty. You hope this “Nico" person thinks so too. When you look down the street among the other stores and taverns, you see a man walking up the road and you immediately know that your date has arrived.
He is big. Huge! The man is nothing but bulky muscle hidden beneath his black tee, baggy jeans, and leather jacket standing at six-foot-something. He towers over you as he gets closer, so much so that you have to look up at him to actually look at his face. You can see why he's so intimidating.
Other than his height and build, Nico carries himself with a roughness and a confidence that is unshakeable and undeniable. It’s scary…yet also thrilling. Kinda sexy too.
Under the soft glow of the street lamps, you get a good look at his features: he has a soft tan to his skin, thick, soft-looking lips, and eyes a deep, dark chocolate that you can get lost in forever. Silver dog tags hang from his thick neck that has your blood going hot and slight scars and bruises that you can see on his knuckles. You wonder, briefly, how he got them. He’s very, very handsome.
Realizing he’s waiting for you to make the first move, you clear your throat. “Uh….hi!” you greet, giving him a wave. He nods, barely cracking a smile. “You’re Nico?” you sign with your hands and verbally ask. “I’m Y/N, Worick’s friend.”
Nico shakes your hand and you notice how big, warm, and calloused his palm is. It makes your pussy tingle embarrassingly so. “The teacher, right?” he signs with those thick fingers. “He told me you teach little kids.” You nod, smiling proudly at your occupation. “Yes, pre-K,” you giggle. “They’re adorable, but a handful.”
There is an awkwardness between you, mostly because Nico is such a silent guy. He also keeps that stoic scowl on his face, so you don’t really know what he’s thinking. “So what do you do?” you curiously ask. “Worick never filled me in on that. He just said you do ‘business’ together as Handymen.” At this, Nico cracks a crooked smirk. “Something like that,” he signs. That intrigues you a bit.
“Do you wanna go inside?” you ask, nodding at the door. “We’ll freeze before we get a chance to get to know each other more.” You give a small laugh to which he only nods, making you feel like a fish out of water. He opens the door for you, surprising you, and nods you into the warm club.
“Thank you,” you whisper, catching his intoxicating scent of cologne and lavender soap as you walk in. A bit of cigarette smoke clings to his clothes too, but it doesn't bother you much. The club is small yet cozy and dimly lit for a more intimate feel. Many people are at the bar or on the dance floor near the small stage where a band plays, the sounds of piano and cello mingling in the air.
After getting your drinks from the bar (you get a cocktail while Nico picks a beer), you pick a table near the window and Nico pulls out a chair for you. You flush bashfully at his actions, not taking him for such a sweet guy. “Such a gentleman,” you laugh as he pushes you in and takes a seat across from you. “Worick didn’t tell me that. He said you’re very quiet though.” He shrugs his broad shoulders in his jacket. “Just don’t got much to say,” he signs.
You nod as you shed your coat, revealing your naked shoulders and dress to him. You try not to be intimidated by his unwavering gaze. “That’s okay,” you sign and say. “We can talk about whatever you want.” The corners of his mouth quirk upward. “You sign really well,” he praises you. You smile proudly and bashfully, glad to have impressed him. “My dad is deaf and taught me how to sign since I was young.”
His smirk turns more dry and almost forced as he signs to you: “So me being deaf doesn’t turn you off?” he jokes.
You immediately remember his ex and feel your stomach fall. “Not at all,” you sweetly answer. “Though I don’t like beer drinkers.” You wrinkle your nose at Nico’s drink. He raises an eyebrow, confused at your distaste. “It makes kisses taste like beer.” You lean forward a bit, giving him a secretive, flirtatious smile. “I like my kisses sweet.”
Your eyes tick down to his lips and he notices. But he barely reacts. If anything, he looks disinterested and your heart sinks. “Was that too much?” you ask worriedly. Did you go too far? Are you misreading this?
Before you can babble an apology, he stops you. “You asked what I do for work with Worick,” he signs. You nod, your heart thumping madly in your chest. He takes a deep breath before signing again. “We do almost everything, but I do dirty work,” he tells you. “I used to be a mercenary, but…I’ve still got human blood on my hands.” He pauses, watching for your reaction. That explains the marks on his fists. ”Does that bother you?” he asks, apprehension in his brown eyes. Before you can respond, someone knocks into the table, nearly toppling it over.
You squeak, grabbing your drink before it can topple over while Nico straightens the table. “Oh, my God, are you alright?” you gasp, immediately helping the guy onto his feet. He turns to you, all crooked teeth and bloodshot eyes. “Now I am,” he drunkenly chortles at the sight of you. “Damn, darlin’, you’ve got a body on you! You wanna dance?” You immediately step back, warning bells going off in your head. “U-Uh, no, sorry. I’m here with–“
The man turns to Nico who has been staring daggers at the drunk the whole time. “Him?” he cackles. “That fuckin’ cockhead? You can get someone better than that, darlin’. Someone who can take care of this bo–“
The drunk cuts himself off with a whine of pain as Nico grips his hand so hard that he cracks the drunk’s knuckle bones. Unbeknownst to you, the drunk tried to touch your behind and Nico wasn’t having that. Doesn’t he know who he’s fucking with? You gape at your date as he steps between you and the drunk, a hulking mountain, and gets deep in the drunk’s grill.
And then he opens his mouth: “Back up,” he warns, his voice deeper and raspier than you pictured it though loud due to his hearing. “Unless you want your head in this table, I suggest you leave her alone. She’s with me.”
He then releases the drunk who scampers away, clutching his hand to his chest. Nico composes himself and turns to you, an apologetic look in his eyes. “Sorry,” he signs. You don’t say anything and he is so sure that he fucked this up. Now you see who he is. Now you see that he’s just a Twilight. A mercenary. A no good–
“Nico?” you softly ask. His hurtful thoughts take the back burner when you step to him, looking up at him with those precious, brown eyes. “Do you want to dance?” you ask, signing the words to him.
He blinks at you, so sure that you're scared of him. When in reality, you're just trying to push the nasty thoughts of him kissing you silly and fucking you up against the table with that big, sexy body and massive dick out of your mind.
Him defending you but still being a complete, gentle giant to you is getting you going completely, but it’s still the first date. You want him to open up and maybe a slow dance can do that for you. “Not much of a dancer,” he signs, looking sheepish.
You smile and offer your hands to which he takes. “I’ll show you how,” you giggle, pulling him along onto the dance floor filled with slow-dancing pairs. A soft, slow tune with a seductive saxophone and piano plays as you stand eye to eye. You place one hand on his shoulder as you interact your fingers with his with the other. Slowly, you begin to sway to the music, beginning to melt within the music and each other.
And when lean your head onto his shoulder, finally feeling at peace, Nico comes to feel that this is where you belong: with him, in his arms.
KEISUKE BAJI (TOKYO REVENGERS)
*Disclaimer: Baji is aged up (over the age of 18) in this drabble!
“You’re the worst blind date I’ve ever had,” you very boldly and irritatingly tell the annoyingly sexy man sitting across from you.
The attractive man with the long, wavy black hair, sharp eyes the color of milk chocolate, and a sharp, canine smile looks across from you at the table littered with remnants of your Italian dinner. Baji is his name apparently, a close friend of Mikey’s and one of his gang members. You never understood that gang shit, but they never give you problems.
If anything, Mikey’s gang ‘Toman’, protects you and makes sure you go about your days without any bother. “I’m guessin’ you’ve been on many blind dates before me?” Baji suggests as he chews on his pasta. “Huh. That’s a shocker.”
You sharply squint at him, catching onto that shade. “Why is that so shocking?” you ask, digging your nails into the table with how irked you are. You can’t believe Mikey set you up with him. It’s been 25 minutes into the date and so far, each conversation was an argument and shot after shot.
Your personalities clash horribly, not to mention every woman in the place has their eyes on him. And he knows it! Not to mention that he’s an extremely messy eater (which led your mind to other places), he is way too into himself, and he has no idea how to act in a classy setting like an Italian restaurant.
He’s a wild. He’s argumentative and hot-headed. He’s a rugged, tough-as-nails, roughneck dude…and he’s turning you on.
Baji leans back against his chair, widening his legs in a way that makes you want to scream. Why the fuck does he have to be so goddamn fine but such an asshole? Is God punishing you? “Well, bein’ the fact that you’re the very definition of ‘a stick in the mud’,” he explains, “and a tighter than a drum, I can hardly believe how any guy sat across from you at a table. At least you’re pretty.” He goes back to eating his pasta like he didn’t just insult you.
“Excuse me?” you hiss, feeling your blood boil. Thank God for your dress or else, you’re sure you’d boil over from the anger you feel. “And I can’t imagine how any self-respecting woman can sit with a lowlife, cocky, smart ass narc like you. And unlike me, your looks do nothing to take away any of that.” Baji’s thick, black eyebrows raise at the shot you took. “And you’re snarky,” he chuckles. “Lucky for you, I’ve got a thing for snarky girls.”
He uses his sinful tongue to lick a bit of sauce from his bottom lip. You catch a glint of metal on his tongue as he does and you realize that he has a tongue piercing. ‘Fuck,’ you think, clenching your thighs beneath the table and gripping the hem of your dress. You lean your hand against the bridge of your nose, feeling a headache coming on. “I can’t believe I said yes to this shit,” you sigh into your hand. “Fuck the $50. I’m gonna have to tell Mikey that–“
“Mikey?” Baji cut in, pausing from eating. “Mikey put you up to this?” His brown eyes widen in shock and you feel a spark of joy at shutting him up. “Yes,” you proudly say, venom in your tone, “he did. And you know why? It’s because no other girl wants to date you. You’re unromantic, you’re a slob, you’re always looking for an argument, and you seem to push every single guy’s buttons in here.”
He stares at you for a moment, open-mouthed and wide-eyed, and then he begins to laugh so loud that the others in the restaurant look at him. You hide behind your hand, embarrassed. “Oh, shit!” he cackles. “I swear, that motherfucker is desperate to find me somebody.” You nod, pushing your dinner to the side. “Agreed. Why he ever thought I would be a perfect match for you is beyond me.”
Baji looks at you now, an unreadable expression on his face as his smile fades. “Maybe it’s because you’re such a fuckin’ brat,” he replies though his tone is different. You stare at him in disbelief, scowling. Did he really just say that? Deadass?
Baji smirks at your reaction. “You heard me: B-R-A-T. You’re a brat and fortunately for you, baby girl, I’m just the guy to handle a chick like you.” He leans in toward you, folding his ringed knuckles beneath his chin. “Someone who doesn’t shut the fuck up or know her place.”
“Know her place?!” you snap, earning the attention of the restaurant. He barely reacts, though his smile grows and a strange twinkle appear in his eyes. “You know what? Fuck this and fuck you. Why you even have an ex-girlfriend is beyond me if this is how you talk to them.” You stand up in your pretty, body-hugging dress and grab your coat. “I’m leaving,” you huff, snatching the coat on. “Have a good Valentine’s Day, dickhead.”
Without another word or waiting for him to respond or even stop you, you leave the restaurant and step out into the cold February night. You barely get down the street before you hear your name being called. You turn, seeing Baji jogging towards you, those black locks flowing in the wind. “Y/N!” he calls in his deep ass voice. “Hold up, wait!” You don’t know why you stop, but you do, putting a hand on your hip. You glare at him and pout those plump lips when he finally stops in front of you. “You left your dessert.”
He presents a small brown box to you and opens it to reveal a small chocolate fudge cake with chocolate mousse on the inside and Godiva flakes coating the top. “I didn’t order any dessert,” you say in a tight voice. He smirks down at you, standing several heads taller than you. “I know; that’s why I ordered ya one. C’mon, you don’t like chocolate cake?” You look back down at the cake and close it before he hands it to you. “What, is this an apology?” you snort. “Sorry, man, but you’re gonna have to try much harder than–“
“You’re wonderin’ why I have an ex, right?” he interrupts you. You pause, confused, but he just smiles mischievously at you. “I have an ex, and many of them, because I’m an asshole, unfortunately. Force of habit.” He shrugs, but actually looks guilty for it. “But I’ve had many girlfriends because I know how to tame them.”
His smile is flirtier now, creating more of that sexual tension that you felt at dinner. You still stare at him, speechless, and he figures that you’re clueless about what he means. “I put it down,” he explains. "Give good dick. Knock their boots. Am I makin’ any sense here?”
You roll your eyes, ignoring the thoughts running in your head of just how good he is in the bedroom. “I know what you mean,” you snap. “So why the fuck are you tellin’ me this?”
Baji smiles at you, his canines glowing at you as if they are illuminated by a light within them. They thrill you and bring a ferocious and needy part out of you that you didn’t know was even there. He takes a step toward you, getting closer, until you can reach up and kiss him if you want to.
“Because I know you’re attracted to me,” he murmurs matter-of-factly. “What, you think I can’t see it? The way you squeezed your thighs tight together at the table. The way you kept starin’ dead at my hands. The way you’d get so lost in thought as if daydreaming about somethin’ else way more exciting.”
You flush embarrassingly, more at your behavior than the fact that Baji noticed it. You can’t help how attracted you are to him. But Baji doesn’t want you to be embarrassed or ashamed. He wants you to want him the same he wants you.
“Lucky for you, mama,” he purrs, the pet name making your pussy jump, especially with his voice, "I’m just as whipped for you, especially in that dress.” His fingers lightly glide down your arm, sending shivers down your spine. “I’m sorry about tonight, but I can show how sorry I am in other ways if you want me to.”
You can tell he genuinely means it and isn’t just trying to get in your pants, but even so, you still scowl up at him, your jaw set and eyes narrow. “And why do you think I’ll say yes?” you question. He just chuckles, still flashing you that sharp, sexy smile. “Because you know I’m the only one who can handle that bratty ass of yours.”
He then turns and waves a hand. You don’t know what for until a taxi suddenly glides over to the curb and stops. Baji walks to the backdoor and opens it before looking back at you expectantly, his eyes molten with lust.
“Now get in the fuckin’ car, Y/N.” You know you shouldn’t get in the car and go anywhere with him, but you can’t deny how much he makes your pussy throb. So against your better judgment, you crawl into the backseat of the cab and tell the driver your address.
Hours later after being stripped out of your dress, shown extensive foreplay, and having your pussy eaten like Baji hasn’t had anything to eat in decades, you find yourself being fucked against the wall with your arms and legs wrapped tight around the long-haired, tattooed man who holds you against him as he pummels his thick, hard cock into your tight, wet pussy again and again. The bedroom is filled with the sound of your mixed moans and skin slapping against skin as he pistons his hips into you, making you see stars.
It doesn’t take long for your pussy to start quivering around his cock, squelching and dripping the more he fucks it. You’ve never been fucked like this in your life and you’re able to hold back anymore. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Baji!” you practically scream. “Can’t…can’t take it! I’m gonna cum!”
Baji shakes his head, gripping your hair with one hand while he hikes you up onto his waist with the other, showing you how lightweight you are to him. “Uh-uh, bratty girl,” he huffs. “Not yet, mama. I need to feel more of this pretty pussy flutterin’ around me.”
He thrusts harder, faster, drawing whines and sobs out of you. You begin to claw at his back where a large tattoo dedicated to Toman is inked into his back muscles. “You cum when I say, understand?” he growls into your ear.
You weakly nod, willing to do anything he says if that means you can cum. “Now shut the fuck up, and take this dick.” You do so, stopping your protests as he fucks you stupid until you cream all over his cock while he fills you up to the brim…but of course, you only do it when he says so. You find that you love doing what he tells you to.
When everything is said and done, you both crumble to your bedroom floor and Baji pecks your cheek. “Best blind date ever, right?” he chuckles.
BENIMARU SHINON (FIRE FORCE)
*Note: Reader is Goth!
“God, kill me,” you sigh, standing in front of the theater doors. “Why did I agree to do this? He could be a serial killer or something!”
You contemplate leaving, but you already promised your best friend that you’d go through with this stupid blind date on this stupid ass holiday. “Please just try and go along with it for tonight, Y/N!” she practically begged. “I promise he’s a nice guy! And I already told him you agreed! Just give it a chance and I promise you that I’ll never bother you about dating again.”
You groaned, sitting across from her at a bar. “Fuck,” you sighed. “Fine. Can I least pick the movie?” Your friend eagerly nodded, so you purposely picked a romance/horror movie marathon showing that the theatre does every year for Valentine’s Day. The kind with blood n guts, gothic vampires, and slashers. Surprisingly, the guy still agreed to come much to your dismay and you had no choice but to come out.
You know that your friend did this as a way to get you to start dating. You swear she thinks that one of these days that you’ll hang yourself from the shower rod with how lonely you are…and this has zero to do with you being goth. Though you love the color black, but you’re not depressed. You love dark makeup and rock music, but that’s what you love. You’ve always adored gothic fashion and the aesthetic, so that’s what you live.
However, some people think it’s weird. Though Tokyo is full of eccentric and different type of fashion, goth isn’t particularly “popular” in your Black family or side of the city. And it certainly isn’t popular with the guys. You don’t care. You love yourself and you’re not about to change for anyone. So you dress in your finest black attire with a mini leather skirt, thigh-high stockings, and boots that make you feel powerful and sexy. Your makeup is dark, your mascara is sharp, your nails are as long and sharp as claws, and chains drip from your leather jacket.
You wonder what your date will be like. Apparently, he’s a well-regarded and respected officer in the Special Fire Force, among the strongest there is. But you don’t recognize him when he comes up the road from his side of the city. He is tall and has a lean build that is hidden behind a black sweater and baggy jeans. His locks of black hair hang in his face, but not enough to hide his different set of eyes: his right pupil is a red circle with one black dot in the middle while his iris is black; his left is red with a white X in the middle, reminding you of a game of tic, tac, toe.
“Hey,” he greets easily. “You waitin’ for someone?” You scowl at him, crossing your ams over you chest. “Why are you asking?” you ask sharply. The stranger raises his big hands in defense, taking a step back. “I’m not trying you, I promise. I’m just wondering if you’re this Y/N that’s supposed to be waiting here for me.”
You squint at him, cocking your head to the side to see him at a different angle. “Benimaru?” you question. “Huh. You don’t look how I thought at all.” He is handsome but not enough to knock you off your game. He quirks a small smirk and you have a feeling that this dude don’t smile often. “I hope that’s a good thing,” he wryly chuckles. “For the record, you’re not bad on the eyes either…if that’s what you meant.”
You don’t acknowledge his compliment or react even though your stomach flips. You’re not used to anyone complimenting you on the account of your black lipstick and mascara. “So should we go in or stay out here to freeze to death?” you sarcastically ask. You huff and turn on your heel before Benimaru can even answer or follow you.
He easily beats you to the door on his long legs and opens it for you, towering over you as he does. “Is sarcasm just natural for you?” he asks, dry humor in his voice as you step into the theater. You feel a pang of guilt at your behavior. It’s not his fault your friend orchestrated this.
“Sorry,” you apologize. “I’ll admit, I’m not too hype about being here. Dating isn’t really my thing, but my friend insisted I come on this stupid blind date…no offense.” Benimaru barely blinks at you walk to the ticket counter. “None taken. My friend, Konro, swore I needed a Valentine’s Day date when the whole holiday isn’t even a holiday. It’s pure BS.”
“Ugh, agreed,” you scoff, rolling your pretty, brown eyes ringed in mascara “It’s just a way for companies to continue to capitalize off of hopeless romantics and couples. Not to mention all of that pink.”
Benimaru nearly misses that, too busy thinking about how pretty your eyes are. “I’m takin’ you don’t like pink?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you. “Not that your clothes are a dead giveaway or anything.” His interestingly alluring eyes tick up and down your outfit, making you feel hot under all of the leather. “I just like black,” you laugh. “But don’t get me wrong; I wear other colors sometimes, but only on a minuscule level.”
“Your friend said you were a gothic chick,” he chuckles, giving you a mischievous smirk. You send it right back as you take out the two tickets your friend sent you for the movie. “As gothic as they come,” you retort. Benimaru just hums in response, particularly liking you in that mini skirt and the way it swishes around your thighs.
After buying the tickets, you two wander into the small waiting area where a bar, a cafe, and an arcade occupy the space. “So the movie starts in about fifteen minutes. Should we head in now?” Benimaru doesn’t answer at first, too busy staring at the arcade games. “Nah,” he replies, nodding at the flashing, noisy games. “We can kill some time in here.” He begins to walk over, expecting you to follow. “Your friend also said you’re shit at racing games,” he says with a smirk shot your way.
“Not true!” you scoff, crossing your arms. He shrugs pausing in the threshold of the arcade to wait for you. You finally give in, taking off your jacket to reveal your black crop top. “Fine, but only if we got time for the shooting games too. I wanna kill some zombies.” Benimaru nods, secretly laughing to himself as you follow him into the arcade.
You spend way more than fifteen minutes in that bitch, playing all the games you can. Benimaru is good at almost everything, playing each game with skill and precision. He lets you win most of the time, just liking to see you smile and laugh in pride when you win a racing game or beat him at ping pong. During the zombie game, you get overrun by the undead while holding your plastic machine gun and you feel him lightly touch your elbow to point the gun straight. His touch sends shivers all over you. You win the first half until you run out of time and Benimaru smirks at you. “I totally helped you with that,” he sniggers.
You also play basketball, shooting them repeatedly through hoops. He always gets the farthest hoop and the highest points, winning every round. “You only won ‘cause you’re taller,” you huff, bumping your hip with his as you walk by. It gives him the perfect opportunity to watch your ass sway in that damn skirt, making him hard as a rock for you.
As walk to get something to drink, you stop at one game in particular: the crane game. It holds dozens of little plushies that you’re obsessed with, including the little black plague doctor with its big eyes and fluffy beak. Benimaru smirks at you staring at the game, walking up beside you. “I saw you looking at this thing the whole time,” he says. "You couldn't have been any less discreet.”
“Shut up,” you grumble, still staring at the plushie. He notices and pulls out his last arcade coin. “What, you want it?” You quickly shake your head, turning to leave. “We’re gonna miss the movie anyways, so–“
“Fuck it,” he carelessly interrupts, shocking you. “You obviously want that penguin, so I’ll get it for you.”
You roll your eyes, sighing. “It’s not even a penguin; it’s a plague doctor Squishable. It ain’t a big deal for me to have it, Benimaru.” But your date just glares at you as he bends down to put the coin in the slot. “And it ain’t a big deal for me to get it for you,” he argues. “If we miss the movie, we’ll just go for food.”
You are floored by his stubbornness and refusal to give up until he’s made you happy. How can that be? You only just met and yet here he is, using his last coin to try to get you a stupid plushie! You watch with bated breath as he plays the game, moving the crane slowly as he fixes his eyes on the plushie. Once he’s moved the crane right over the plushie, he hits a button, causing the crane to sink down into the sea of stuffed animals. The crane’s hooks latch onto the peak of the plushie and, slowly, he moves it over to the opening in the corner to release it.
The crane plays music and lights up in victory as the plushie rolls down the chute into Benimaru’s hand. He turns to you, an unreadable look on his face. “Here,” he says passively. “I figured goth girls didn’t like cute shit like this…but he is kinda creepy.”
You take the plushie, just staring at it for a moment. All of the sudden, you feel weird. You feel tingly and butterflies flutter around in your stomach. That never happens, but it’s happening for this guy! “Thanks,” you softly, and very shyly, say. Benimaru shrugs like it isn’t anything to him, but it is to you. “Y’know, the movie marathon is gonna be showing another night too…” You trail off, looking down at your shoes to avoid seeing his eyes.
“So you want another night with me?” he asks. Quickly, you turn on your heel and stomp out of the arcade, leaving him utterly confused. “What?” he calls after you, sounding genuinely baffled. “It was just a question!”
A second night with him does happen two weeks later and you do see the midnight marathon, but neither of you pay any attention to the first move that plays. You’re too busy bouncing on your date’s thick, veiny cock in the darkness of the theater to watch the film, biting back your moans despite the seats being empty. Benimaru softly grunts and moans into your ear as your walls flex around him, his eyes transfixed on the way your ass jiggles as he lifts up your skirt.
“Fuck, Beni!” you moan. “Y-You’re s-so fuckin’ big!” You grip his thighs with your long nails as his dick stretches you out in the best way, a delicious ache coming in your calves with the effort it takes to bounce on him. Benimaru stands up and bends you over the seat in front of you, beginning to fuck you from behind. He is fast and nails that single spot every time that makes you have to cover your mouth because you’re so loud.
“Shh, shh, baby,” he coos into your ear as he continues to pound into you from behind. “You don’t want security comin’ to find us, do you? Or maybe you do, you little slut, fuckin’ your date in the movie theatre.” He takes a fistful of your hair and pulls, much to your enjoyment of being slutted out in the dark. Anyone could walk in and see you fucking right now. It’s so naughty. So sexy.
The thrill of it must be getting to Benimaru too because he speeds up his thrusts, his balls slapping against your clit as his hand smacks against your ass, gripping it tight. “Shit, baby, you’re gonna make cum!” he groans, tossing his head back at the feeling of your tight walls squeezing around him. “Cum with me! Make that pretty fuckin’ pussy cum around my cock!”
You quickly begin to rub you swollen clit in time with his thrusts and soon enough, you’re cumming all over his cock. “Fuck!” you scream into your hand as your orgasm tears through you. Benimaru cums too, filling you up with a long groan that he bites back as best as he can among the movie playing. He lets you come down from cloud nine before pulling out, letting his cum leak down your thighs. He turns you around, pumping his cock soaked in your juices. “Not yet,” he growls. “Put it back in your mouth and taste yourself.”
You get on your knees, panties at your ankles and leather skirt hiked up. Benimaru wastes no time thrusting into your mouth, using it as his very own fucktoy, as he watches your brown eyes ringed in mascara stare up at him eagerly. When he pulls away to cum again, your black lipstick stains his cock, marking him as yours.
“Fuck!” he gasps as he cums all over your pretty face, ruining your eye makeup. It is now but black smears down your cheeks as his nut drips all over your face and cheeks.
“Poor baby,” he chuckles. “Your mascara’s runnin’. I bet you worked so hard on it.” He takes a napkin from your movie snacks and dabs away the cum. “So cute,” he sighs, marveling at how utterly adorable you look. You giggle, feeling deliriously good and cute, just as he says.
Yeah. A third date is most definitely in the future for you now.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, reader makes Benimaru jealous, shower s3x, choking, orga$m denial. {Might have to re-edit} Lmk if I missed anything.
A/N: @rayemelanin YOU MADE ME DO THIS!!! Lol jkjk I love you for it tho because I have been wanting to write for this man for ages. So here it is. Not gonna lie I enjoyed myself with this one.
Word Count:~1.2k+
You were bored sitting in your bed after watching a marathon of your favorite show. Benimaru wasn’t home yet but maybe you can ask him to take you out tonight. It has been almost a week so that would be nice to get out of the house. Leaning over to get your phone off the nightstand you grabbed it and immediately texted Benimaru.
You texted that with full confidence and waited for him to text you back. Of course, you wouldn’t do it for real but maybe getting under Benimaru’s skin will change something. Another hour passed and you haven’t seen Benimaru text you back. You wondered why but you stopped as you got out of bed to find something cute to wear for the night out. Something simple but will break necks.
Going with a simple dress you grinned at it as you laid it out on the bed. Walking into the bathroom you turned on some music and turned on the shower. Once it was to your liking you got it and let the water run down your body. As your music played in the bathroom you didn’t hear the front door open and close loudly.
Benimaru was so tired and frustrated, but he was more frustrated at what you said earlier. He didn’t know if you were being serious or not, but it rubbed him the wrong way. As he walked up the stairs he heard your music in the bathroom. When he got closer you had the door opened and you had a towel wrapped around you. You haven’t seen him yet since you were looking under the sink for something.
He stood behind you outside the bathroom and waited for you to look in the mirror. When you looked in the mirror you jumped. “Oh shit. Damn it Benimaru don’t do that. Nearly made me have a heart attack.” His expression did not change from his usual look, but you could feel something was off.
He walked up behind you and when you least expect it he wrapped his hand around your throat while pushed up against you. “You think you are really cute to send that little text about Hinawa. So cute that you wanted to push my buttons in hopes I change my answer.” He leaned to your ear. “I’m sorry sweetheart but that’s not how this works. My answer is still the same.”
You rolled your eyes and tried to move but he smacked your bare cheek that was hanging out at the bottom of the towel. “You aren’t going anywhere. We are going to stay home.” Benimaru grabbed the towel from you and tossed it to the floor. You shivered from the cool air but then you were pushed against the wall.
“If you wanna have a good time it’s going to be with me.” He kissed you with full force with his body pressed against yours. You yelped as the grip on your neck tightened and his thigh pressed against your core. You could barely moan as he began to slowly move it. It wasn’t long before you started to rub yourself on him making a somewhat wet spot appear on his pants.
He stopped immediately and you whined as your pleasure was taken away from you. “Beni~” you said softly looking into his eyes. He didn’t say anything when he pulled away from you. Turning around he turned on the shower. “When I get out I want you on the bed waiting for me.” He stripped out of his clothes and when he pulled down his pants you ogled at his cock.
You will never get tired of your mouth watering at how thick it is. “Why don’t I join you? Kill two birds with one stone plus we don’t have to shower twice.” He looked at you and a small smirk formed on his face. He pulled back the shower curtain and turned towards you. You walked in first and it was only a few seconds before he had your chest pinned to the shower wall.
“This is why I didn’t want to go anywhere tonight. I’m very tired and very frustrated. The thought of coming home and letting all of that out on you was all I could think about. I was going to tell you that, but you added fuel to the fire talking about Hinawa. Don’t worry though going out tonight will be the last thing on your mind.”
You felt his cock push between your thighs, and it was rubbing against your lower lips. You moaned lightly as the tip of his cock would rub your clit every time he moved. The slick from your core began to cover his cock on top slightly hot water rain on your bodies. You lift your leg up and let your foot rest in the corner of the shower.
“I hope you are ready to not be able to walk for a while again.” That was all he said as he pushed the tip of his cock inside you. You gasped as you felt him stretch out your insides. The aching feeling not unfamiliar to you was coming back. You almost always forget how thick he was, but you are glad he is here to remind you.
He bottomed you out and groaned in your ear as his hand made its way to your bud. “Mmmm your pussy feels so good baby. So damn good.” He barely pulled out then pushed his way back in. “Benimaru you feel good too.” You let out a breathy moan as turned your lips to attach to his. You opened your mouth wider to let his tongue dance against yours. He hands moved faster against your clit as he changed his pace a little bit.
Even at this speed you could feel yourself getting closer to your high but then he stopped and pulled out. “Beni why did you…” before you could finish your sentence turned your around and picked you up. “You know I always love to see your face when you cum.” You didn’t have time to answer when he pushed his cock back inside you making your eyes roll back.
He started to pound you against the wall with both of his hands under your thighs. Your babbles and moans echoed in the bathroom as the water started to go everywhere. Your high was getting closer, and you could feel the knot in your stomach about to give way. “Go on baby I know you about to cum. Cum on my cock for me.” He started to go faster with his balls hitting your ass under you.
You couldn’t take it anymore when you started to release on his cock. He slowed down and pulled out to see his cock covered in your white creamy goodness. He kissed you and then pulled away. “I’m not done with you yet but go ahead and wait on the bed for me like I said the first time. Hopefully you can walk there without falling.” You put your legs down slowly and started to walk out of the shower. It wasn’t easy since you almost busted your behind on the way out which Benimaru noticed.
You got another towel and dried yourself off on the way to the room. Almost falling once again. You hung the dress back up in the closet and plopped on the bed. Laying in your stomach you nearly fell asleep until you felt weight being pressed on top of you along with his hard cock rubbing against your ass. This was going to be a long night for you again but you don't regret it.
