Warnings - fem!reader, smut, rough sex, doggy, his best friend fucks you
A/N - I was struggling v hard with this 🥲 very short I apologize
Kyoya Ootori.
Your loving husband.
The man who loves you with his whole being and who's single-handedly taken all your worries away since being with him.
He loves you so much.
From the way you always make sure to wake up before him and quietly escape from the bedroom, careful not to wake him just so you can make his coffee the way you handle his business affairs when he's out of town on other meetings for his job. Although, what does he loves the most?
He loves seeing you, his perfect little wife getting fucked by his best friend.
He loves seeing your face go from apprehensiveness to completely fucked out once Tamaki hits that perfect spot deep in you. He loves to see your walls crashing down no matter how many times he's had his friend bend you over and fuck you on your shared bed.
Kyoya watches you intently as he fists his cock, stroking himself slowly and crossing his thumb over the tip of his cock, precum leaking out bit by bit. You're being so obedient, bending over for his friend at the drop of a hat as long as your husband says it's okay, you glance over to him with a subtle glint in your eye when you see the smile form on his face. Kyoya nods to you, a silent confirmation of "it's okay, you're doing great."
You just want to make your husband happy and if taking his best friend's cock will do that then you'll do it every time he asks.
Tamaki's thrusts were rough, one hand holding both your wrists behind your back as the other was gripping your hips pulling you back into him with each thrust. You were struggling to take him with such a rough pace, your breaths and moans coming out as a broken cry only to be muffled by the sheets on the bed. Each cry you let out edged Kyoya closer and closer to his own climax.
Seeing his wife whine and cry due to another man's cock could be fucked in a twisted sort of way, he knew this when he saw your face when he brought it up the first time. To have his closest friend fucking his wife in front of him, it was something he loved and thought about a lot. You were so pretty and kept together and something about you being turned into a puddle by another man's cock, it was a beautiful sight to see. You've never looked better than when your tear filled eyes meet his begging for permission to cum on someone else's cock.
Precum spilling past his tip as his hand fists his cock at a faster pace, your moans ringing in the room bringing him close to his climax. His gaze meets yours and he already knows what you're about to ask.
"C-Can I?"
"Cum darling. Cum for me."
Tamaki's thrusts quicken in pace, knowing your body fairly well already he feels you tighten as you cum around him. Body shaking while pressed against the bed you cry out your husband's name sending him over the edge to make a mess in his chair, strings of white spilling past his tip and over his thighs. His body relaxes, yours still shaking as his best friend is bringing you down from your own orgasm.
THE LOVE WITCH ft. KENTO NANAMI — You're still a baby witch. What made you think you were capable of performing a love spell on your crush without somehow messing it up?
tags: brainwashing (?), masturbation (f), possessiveness, seduction, multiple orgasms, service dom nanami, slightly dominant reader, gagging, mdni
song inspo + word count: ~ 4.3k
available on ao3 + kinktober masterlist + regular masterlist
You sigh, frustration weighing heavily on your shoulders as you stare at the scattered candles. The dim flickering light casts dancing shadows on the walls, reflecting your wavering confidence. Being a self-taught witch has its challenges, and you often find yourself longing for a mentor or a coven to guide you through the intricacies of magic. You’ve spent countless hours poring over ancient spell books, studying the properties of herbs and crystals, and experimenting with various incantations. Yet, despite your efforts, success eludes you. It's disheartening to see others effortlessly conjuring spells and wielding their magic with ease while you struggle to make even the simplest enchantments work.
But giving up is not an option. You remind yourself of the reasons you embarked on this journey in the first place. The desire to harness the mystical forces of the universe, to bring positive change into your life and the lives of others, still burns within you. The unbearable desire to find true love burns the hottest; the brightest. With renewed determination, you take a deep breath and focus your energy on the task at hand. You carefully arrange the candles in a precise pattern, each one representing a different element or intention. You recall the incantation you’ve practiced countless times, the words flowing from your lips with a mix of hope and uncertainty.
As you light the first candle, a surge of energy courses through your veins. It’s a familiar sensation, one that reminds you of the potential that lies within you. You close your eyes, visualizing the outcome you desire. His face is a clear picture in your mind; dark hair framing his perfectly sculpted face and falling in rolling waves down his back. Monolids stare back at you in your mind’s eye.
As always, keeping your crush’s face perfectly intact in your head and remembering your spell proves to be a challenge. Your thoughts wander before you can stop them and they land on your best work friend, Nanami. Your eyes flash open and you allow your focus to shift, snapping out of it. Why are you thinking of Kento? Could it be because he’s the last person you talked to? You’ve wrapped up work with him a couple of hours ago and left the office early due to the holiday. A rushed breath is forced out of your lungs and through your nose. Just focus.
You shake your head, trying to clear your mind of the distraction. Nanami is a great friend, but your intentions lie elsewhere. You take a moment to ground yourself, reminding yourself of your original goal. You take a deep breath and continue with the ritual, determined to stay focused. You light the second candle, feeling the energy intensify. The room seems to glow with a soft, ethereal light as you recite the incantation once more. You can feel the power building, the elements aligning with your intentions.
But just as you reach for the third candle, a sudden doubt creeps into your mind. What if this spell doesn’t work? What if your desires are too far-fetched? You pause, your hand hovering over the candle, unsure of whether to continue or not. Taking a moment to center yourself, you remind yourself of the importance of belief and trust in magic. You’ve seen it work before, witnessed the incredible results. You can’t let doubt cloud your intentions now. “Let’s try this again.” You mumble to yourself.
With renewed determination, you light the third candle, feeling a surge of confidence wash over you. You push aside any lingering doubts, focusing solely on the task at hand. The room fills with a warm, comforting energy, and you can’t help but feel a sense of hope and excitement. As you proceed with the rest of the ritual, you keep your mind firmly fixed on your original intention. You visualize the outcome you desire, picturing your crush’s face once again. You’ve got this. The words of this spell formulate in your head and the dark waves of jet black hair pull themselves together in your head.
The heated feeling spreads throughout your entire body, warming up in the most sensitive areas. Your mantra leaves your lips, word after word and you try your best to keep it together. The heat reaches a fever pitch, becoming impossible to ignore soon enough. You don’t dare deprive yourself, allowing your fingers to wander into your lace panties that are soon becoming soiled with your arousal. The tips of your fingers play with the sensitive bud between your damp lips. No regard for anyone sharing a wall in your apartment building, you let a moan loose and it comes out in the form of your crush’s name.
Soon enough, you’ve got the pads of three fingers working your own swollen clit and your own slick gathering underneath your fingernails. You let out small groans as you shamelessly please yourself to the thoughts of your crush, chanting the simple spell, heart fluttering knowing that as soon as you cum; he’ll be all yours. “Fuck!” You cry out, nearing your edge, ready to cum hard and make a mess on the hardwood floors. Your nub swells up, cunt clenching around nothing. Small dribbles are exciting between your legs and you’re letting tears escape the corners of your eyelids between each gasp. You’re close but you can still feel your thoughts jumbled and bouncing between the man of your dreams and random people in your life. A flash of blond crosses your mind's eye and before you can focus again, you’re creaming on your own fingers and your mind is shot to hell. A long moment passes you by, fingers stilled on your overstimulated clit.
You come down from your high, shame and confusion hitting you in terribly mixed waves. Did you think of him... or- A loud wrap interrupts your thoughts. Panic is only heightened. Without really thinking of your next move, you run your cum-soaked digits under the faucet and tub your black nightgown down to cover your exposed body. Words can not fathom how annoyed you are at the bad timing of this unexpected visitor but, when they knock a second time while mustering up even more urgency in their knock, you stand up to answer the door; careful to avoid knocking over any flaming candles.
Kento stands before you on the stoop of your apartment building, out of breath and soaked from the rain that’s been keeping trick-or-treaters from littering the sidewalks. In his hand a bouquet of crumpled red flowers that look sheerly over-watered from the downpour he clearly just ran through.
It's strange seeing Nanami out of dress and disheveled like this. Your friend is always careful about his appearance, suit always pressed, shoes always polished, and hair usually slicked back.
Now he’s standing before you in the dark of the night, form only illuminated by the flickering porch light. Bags weigh heavily under his eyes and his dripping wet hair fans across his face sticking to his forehead in blond strands. “Y/N.” He gasps, allowing himself to lean his body weight on the doorframe. Kento’s voice breaks you from your thoughts. His cheeks are flushed and his pupils are dilated as if he’s been drugged. The downpour is still going on but Nanami stands on your porch, presenting you with the bouquet, as if he can’t tell.
“Kento, get in here!” You pull the man inside of your apartment and shut the door behind him. He keeps his arm outstretched in front of him, urging you to notice his advances but you’re rushing about searching for towels to save him from catching a cold. “What’s wrong with you, standing out in the rain in the middle of October? You’re gonna get sick.” When you enter the room, your coworker takes the towel out of your hands but doesn’t dab his face with it as you expect him to. Kento lets it fall to the ground at your feet, along with the flowers, and places broad palms on your cheeks.
His touch is cozy despite the face that he’s been wearing rain-soaked clothes for who knows how long now. You’re about to ask him what he’s doing, what his problem is, and what he’s doing at your place in the middle of the night – especially considering the fact that you don’t think you’ve ever told him where you live – but before you can get any of these questions out, Kento’s lips are on yours. Soft, slick, almost liquid.
Nanami’s kiss is tender and love laced. It forces the confusion that was taking over your mind to subside. When you allow yourself to turn those thoughts off, your hands take his wrists and squeeze them back, feeling the passion pump under his skin. His skin is putting off heat like a furnace. The two of you allow your lips to move against one another’s, kissing as gently as Nanami’s urgency will allow him. He doesn’t quite understand what’s wrong with him.
All Kento knows is that he’ll positively die if he has to go much longer without feeling your pussy wrapped securely around him. The nice guy in him wins out against the horny guy in him and he pulls his lips away from yours to speak up. “Please, Y/N. Please let me feel you.” His dick is heavy in his tight slacks and practically demanding to be pulled free and shoved into the closest wet hole. “Let me fuck you. Just- just once.” He stresses his words and speaks shamelessly – says things he’s never found himself saying out loud before. Sure, he’s like any other sexually mature man. He thinks these things as often as he can but never does he allow himself to utter these filthy words out loud; and certainly not in the company of a woman.
Nanami can’t find it in himself to feel any shame though. He just can’t. He finds himself rutting against your bare thigh, seeking friction. He doesn’t find any but still doesn’t stop his motions. While Nanami presses you against the wall and begins to practically hump you, you connect the dots. The dilated pupils, the heated skin, the need, the begging. Your spell. A particularly calculated thrust of his gets closer to your still soaked core and suddenly you can’t think of anything else – certainly not of doing the right thing and freeing Kento from your love spell.
He stresses that there’s no way he can go another minute without having you, without feeling you and being buried deep inside of you and your knees buckle under the weight of his confession. You don’t have time to let yourself be proud of yourself for performing a spell correctly and earning such strong results. Nanami is pushing his way into your bedroom and dragging you along with him, avoiding the candles dripping with wax. He sits along the edge of your bed, pulling you to sit on his lap. You watch carefully as he struggles to get his buttons undone and ultimately deems himself too desperate to do a correct job of removing his dress shirt. Nanami snaps buttons and doesn’t care when he hears them clatter to the ground.
You haven’t had your chance to give him an answer yet. His question still hangs in the air between your feverish bodies. Kisses are left all over your body, wherever skin is exposed, wherever his lips can reach. Kento is diligent with his lips, using them as a tool to leave his mark on your body. Each touch is carefully thought out and clearly calculated to focus on your pleasure, and your pleasure alone. Puzzling out what you’ve done to this poor man is fruitless. You can’t focus your mind on one thing and allow yourself to take your mind away from the current situation. Your eyes scan the wall in front of you, the only light coming from the candles you’ve lit that led to this very situation.
Kento’s shadow peppers kisses all over the jawline of your shadow until he wanders a bit further down – towards your chest. He laves his tongue all over the hot skin, avoiding your most tender areas as he’s waiting patiently for your explicit consent. You crane your neck, chest heaving with the amount of breath you’ve been forcing through your stressed windpipe. You lick your lips, parting them to breathe out a word of consent. “Yes,” It’s all you can say, hands gripping damp blonde locks and pushing his face further into your chest. Kento gently moves you so that you’re lying beneath him and leaves a quick kiss on your forehead.
When he pulls his body away from yours, you let out the most embarrassing whine and move to pull him closer to you. The blond hushes you and slides his hands up your plush thighs, feeling every inch of your body as he can as he rides your slip up and over your head, pretty body fully exposed to frantic green eyes. Kento, always one to savor a moment (even when he’s not magically entranced), feels your body as if he’s trying to commit every bit of it to memory. As always, so diligent. You moan aloud, just as you did while casting the spell on him in the first place.
He spreads your legs as slowly as his patience will allow him to, takes a long hard look at your sobbing pussy and just knows his dick is crying just as heavily in his boxers. The gravity of his need hits him like a ton of bricks. If he doesn’t fit his cock inside of you within the next thirty seconds, he’ll die. He just knows it. “Are you gonna let me make love to you, Y/N?” Nanami rubs soothing circles on your engorged clit, the results of your last orgasm collecting in his nail beds. Something for him to lick up later. “Please, Y/N.” He pulls back and looks you in the eye. Kento’s pupils are still dilated and his look is just as hazy as it was when he first showed up on your doorstep. “Let me fuck, please. I- I- just need-” He cuts himself off, overwhelmed by the sudden love that’s flooding his heart. He feels like it’s about to burst out of his chest or as if he’ll explode if he goes another minute without feeling you. The heat that consumed you only moments ago has now been transferred to your coworker.
You, still lying beneath him, want to do the right thing and figure out to set this poor man free but you’ve already gone this far and he’s still begging you like a puppy. Tears begin to trail down his chin and land on your nude form and, really, you can’t say no to a crying man that’s begging to fuck you. You nod your head, lacing your fingers into his soaked locks and pulling his face to let your lips meet once again. You’ve never thought about Kento in this way, and you’re not sure why you were earlier. Maybe there have been feelings for him lying dormant and your subconscious forced them out amidst your ritual to make this happen. Maybe this is what was always meant to happen.
He takes his cock in his hands and gives it a few pumps, precum lubing up the entire length. And when Nanami finally gets to feel your wet warmth around his thick cock, he sobs. More tears flow down his cheek and you stare into his heart eyes. He groans as soon as he begins to fuck into you softly, overwhelmed in bliss and afraid that he’ll break you. His sudden love for you wins out to his lust for your body. Kento moves gently against you, nothing more than a victim of the love witch you’ve become. Kento isn’t too afraid to moan against your neck while he’s delivering you deep and fluid thrusts. His sounds of pleasure fill your ears and deafen to the rest of the world.
Your magic is stronger than you thought it would be. The love manipulation spell cast over Kento fully engulfs him and he fucks you into a premature orgasm, cumming way too fast but he can’t help himself. He’s filling you up before he can pull out, before he can find a hint of self-control within himself. “Ah, ah, fuuuck.” Long and drawn out, sounds above ecstasy. As if your pussy is the most immaculate thing he could tuck his cock into. As if it’s the finest velvet. Nanami cages your head between his forearms and stares down at your pleasure-stricken face. He longs to see your entire form when your body is getting fucked raw and takes it upon himself to position you in front of the floor length wall mirror. Again, he’s wary of the candles but can’t bring himself to ask you why you had them lit like this anyway (and certainly doesn’t ask you about the piles of spell books you’ve got stacked in messy towers around your bedroom).
When he’s got your body on the floor, on all fours, Kento sicks into you once again. He moans out, wouldn’t dare be embarrassed about his sex sounds. He’s been sobbing over you since he got here. The sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin fills your ears as he fucks you at the same steady pace as before. This time, he’s able to fuck you deeper thanks to the more flexible position. Nanami pushes his broad chest against your back and plants his face on your neck. A fine layer of sweat keeps you stuck together – neither of you would really have it any other way. It’s an honest symphony of sounds, the music your bodies make together.
Your eyes stay glued to your naked form, beads of a mixture of sweat dripping from your body as Nanami pounds you from behind. He’s a vision as well, face flushed and contorted in the most honest expression of pleasure you’ve ever seen on someone’s face. Kento fucks you as if he could positively die right now and would be completely okay with that.
Your head drops as he fucks you into submission, not able to do much more than moan and take all of his inches. That really annoys him though. Nanami wants you to see what he sees so he places his hand under your jaw and squeezes the sides of your face with one big palm, bringing your head to watch him feed you deep strokes in your reflection once more. “Look at us, Y/N. We belong together.” He speaks as if he’s trying to convince himself more than you and you worry that the spell is weakening, but not for very long because as soon as those words leave his mouth, Nanami slams into you with more fever. He nails you with more need than he did before, so roughly that he’ll definitely be sore in the morning. Fuck it. Kento pulls you up by your face and brings you to stand on your knees along with him, bodies pressed tightly against each other in a sticky mass of flesh. “You belong to me, Y/N.” He grits his teeth, thrusts growing much more punishing.
Nanami fucks you so hard that every breath is knocked out of your body. His words hit your brain, his cock creates a sweet drag against your clit with each thrust of his hips. His fat tip stabs your soft spot dead on each time, forcing a shuddering orgasm out of your puckered hole. “Fuck, yes! Kento, cumming- cumming, ahh!” You gush, your juices splattering between your bodies and creating a mess worthy of a mop. No one’s ever made you cum that hard and you only have your spell to thank for endowing your lover with this ability to coax a mind blowing orgasm out of you – although you really spilled so much due to the possessiveness in his words.
Kento pulls out of you, creating an even bigger splatter to pool out of your abused cunt. He takes your shivering body in his arms, strong enough to carry you like you’re nothing and lays you on your bed once again. He wants to give you a break. Trust, he really does. He can’t help himself though. His mind feels like it’s suffering when he’s not pleasing you in some way and he can’t let a moment pass without giving you a degree of pleasure. Nanami slots his face between your thighs, observing the sticky mess he’s made of your pretty pussy. Without warning, he laps at your soaking lips. You squirm at the new feeling but don’t push him away.
Your cum is sticky between your thighs and the drops that spread over his taste buds are reminiscent of honeydew melon, the sweetest nectar his mind could conjure up. “So sweet.” He murmurs against your bare flesh, slurping every drop that your cunt has expelled. You feel the tell-tale signs of overstimulation creeping over your fucked out body but a neediness fills you up once again and you force yourself to push your body up to rest your weight on your elbows. “Kento,” You whine, hands buried in his hair. He holds his head in place and he lets you grind your sloppy cunt on his facial features, every ridge being used to please you and bring you to the brink of yet another climax. He keeps his mouth shut and lets you use his entire head to get yourself off, nothing short of heaven to him. Take whatever you want from me, baby. He thinks. Anything I have is already yours.
When you cum once more, you stare down at Kento’s soaking wet face. His tongue stabs at the corners of his mouth as he licks at your slick. “God, Nanami.” You gasp, not sure what’s more unbelievable – the fact that you’re fucking Nanami from work or the fact that he’s such a God in bed.
“Another round, baby girl, please.” He begs, already pulling you to sit on him. You wonder if he’d have this kind of stamina regardless or if it’s just because he’s under your spell. Your palm glides against Kento’s cock, finding that he’s as hard as ever; blood pumping frantically throughout the entire organ. He groans as loudly as ever and that rumble of noise hits every wall in your bedroom, you’re sure.
The last thing you really want is to wake up in the morning with a noise complaint tacked onto your door so, before you can talk yourself out of it, you take Nanami’s discarded tie from his pile of hastily thrown off clothes and roll it up into a neat ball. Your eyes meet his demanding action and he understands exactly what you want without having to hear a single word. Nanami parts his kiss-swollen pink lips and lets you shove the tie into his mouth with a muffled gasp. You’re rough with him, because you know he’ll let you. You know now that Kento has given his body over to you, more than willing to live as your pet for the rest of his natural days in this life.
You part your legs and maneuver until your leaking cunt is hovering over his swollen red tip that already looks ready to burst. “Gonna fill me up with another one of your loads, baby boy?” He cries, actually sheds fat tears, when your teasing voice hits his ears. You’re more tantalizing than you think you are. All Kento can do is nod his head frantically, promising to do exactly that and when you sink down onto his dribbling cock once more, he braces his hands on your waist and moans. An endless string of moans come out as muffled cries thanks to the fabric you’ve used to gag him.
Your thighs burn as you begin to ride Nanami with all the energy you still have, clit slap against his hard abs every time you slam your hips back down. Your long fingernails claw at Nanami’s chest, forcing him to hiss in pain. Sweet, sweet pain. It’s so unexpectedly good that he feels himself edging nearer to yet another climax. He braces his hands on your hips for a better grip and bucks his hips up, determined to make you cum first. The melodic sounds that come out of your plump lips when he’s making you cum are something worth dying over. Nanami grunts, a low rumble in his chest, as he nails you in the deepest part of your body – tip kissing your cervix with each thrust until you’re spilling over the edge of your orgasm and slicking up the area where your bodies meet.
The warm wetness is all it takes to have him sobbing and filling your plush cunt up once more. Nanami leans over and spits the tie out of his mouth, gagging on it and worried he’ll choke to death. Anything to moan unashamedly over the sensations your body is providing him with. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N... please.” Nanami cries out, not sure what he’s begging you for. Now that he’s cum so many times, he’s not even sure of his own name. All he knows is that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you; the reason why doesn’t even matter a little bit. His exhaustion catches up to him soon and Kento mutters something about how much he loves you before rolling over and passing out nearly instantaneously.
You turn over in bed after small snores have begun to emanate from the slumbering man. As quietly as you can, you pull your spell book closer to you and scan The Love Spell page. There it is at the bottom of the page. Love spells that aren’t consummated will wear off within 24 hours. But with physical consummation, the spell will be sealed for eternity.
#!CC: fem!reader, power dynamic/abuse(?), fingering, o.sex (giving and receiving) use of “Sir” and “Captain” (duh!), humiliation, spanking, implied oral from Eren, SLIGHT reluctance, audible cucking(?), spanking and a jealously sassy Levi who wants you all to himself (um mix of mentioned arcs idk lol dnt hunt me)
also, since reader is racially ambiguous, i decided to do an experiment to see if blood rushes by spanking my thigh and legs. it does in fact leave a reddish tinge so for my black/darker toned readers—you’re welcome ;)
#!NETWORKS @angelshub @bitchcraftinc @planetonet
+remastered directly from my ao3! (feel free to read if you wish but fyi its a HAWT mess lmao).
“Repeat, ‘Eren was eating my cunt, Captain Levi.’”…
Knock knock knock.
There wasn’t an answer right away and you couldn’t stop your hands from shaking, even as your nails dug into your palms. In all of the times you had been apart of the Survey Corp, you were never called to the captain’s office this late. Something was different.
"State your name and business. " Levi's firm voice echoed through the door.
"Cadet…sir. You called me down." You gritted your teeth at how awfully timid you sounded. You couldn’t shake the feeling of your stomach rolling over as you awaited his reply.
"Enter." Opening and closing the door behind you stood in front of his desk, frozen in a sharp salute. He sat casually at his desk, leaned back as his feet were crossed precariously on the edge. A plethora of open folders and classified documents laid beside, neatly stacked. His icy gaze trailed over your body, sharp and unreadable as always until you gulped, nervous under his scrutinizing gaze.
"You wanted to see me, Captain." You stated, less of a question. He stood up, his dark eyes locked on yours. He nodded sharply as if to say 'at ease'.
You kept your hands at your sides now, stiff. Sure, your tough exterior was prominent, but you were practically shaking on the inside. Were you in trouble? Did you mess up in the training today? You recalled Levi’s scrutinizing eyes on you when you were pinned by Jean in practice close-combat. The humiliation from your peers as you completely ate dirt while he guffawed victoriously at finally defeating you.
Levi walked slowly around the desk, calling your focus away from your racing mind.
"Earlier today after the mess hall, where were you?"
You gulped. There were a couple possibilities. Outside the cabin whispering to Mikasa where you would be once Commander Pyxis walked out. There was that brief pause passing the latrines as you tried to convince Connie that nothing funny was going on. Then there was the final thing he could have been talking about. And he couldn't have known that, could he? You timed and worked your crude plan as thoroughly as possible, being discreet of your intention and whereabouts.
You weighed the options. You could come clean right then and there and risk his possible violent response or you could play dumb. Maybe he could come up with a less specific reason why you weren't where you were supposed to be at that time. Stupidly, you decided to go with the latter.
"Sir?" Your face grew hot.
He paused in front of you, eyebrow raised.
"Perhaps I can be a bit more specific,” He started. His tone was light yet firm, still conveying a strain which told you to tread carefully in how you should respond at this point. He began a slow, menacing pace in front of you. Not daring to move or even breath, your heart hammered as you stared straight ahead at the wall in front of you, eyes dancing over detailed maps and scribbled notes.
“At that time, what were you doing with Jaeger?"
Your mouth grew dry, lips parting and snapping shut with no sound. There it was. The final nail to the coffin of shame and embarrassment. What made it worse is that he knew that you knew that he knew what was going on. He chuckled dryly at your face, noting that even though he was as specific about it as possible, you tried to remain cool.
"Oh…Don't tell me you forgot Cadet." He said, an amusing lilt to his voice.
"I-Well sir..." The pits of your arms began to itch. Your throat tightened as your eyes slowly flickered to Levi’s who now stopped directly in front of you. Knowing the strict conduct before your superiors from years of condition, you fought the urge to jump back from the spot entirely from his proximity.
Of course you didn’t forget.
How could you forget the feel of Eren’s soft locks threaded through your fingers as his head was buried between your sticky thighs? You could suddenly feel the throb in your hand where you sunk your teeth to keep from screaming his name throughout the barracks. His glinting green eyes gazing up at you, twinkling in the light the nearby lanterns provided. The feel of his fingers as they pumped slowly in your wet pussy was unforgettable to say the least as his sneaky words were burned to memory; "Quiet down. Or else someone’ll get us in trouble."
You could laugh at the irony but your mind was flooded with the brutal lashing of his tongue on your clit as you smothered him, using his face to get off.
But now, as if shifting back into reality, to hell, to what you wish was an embarrassing and cautious dream was your Captain, growing more impatient as he awaited for what he already knew.
"I-I was with Eren.." You said softly. You grimaced expecting some sort of physical action. Slacking off was one thing, even showing signs of weakness. He expected this from his soldiers. They’re simply what the last defense against the Titans were—only Human.
However fraternization was an entirely different matter, seeing the severity of a more complex reality. Especially under the supervision of Commander Erwin and Captain Levi who were already under a lens, protecting Eren, the newly discovered Attack Titan. It was silent, the captain staring at you and you back at him.
"While he was eating your cunt. Correct?" He spat shamelessly and your eyes snapped up to meet his. Big mistake; he narrowed his gaze and you looked away, face ablaze in humiliation.
“Say it.”
“Say what, Sir?” You said slowly. This only pissed him off, urging his hand to shoot out and grip your jaw, yanking you to face him. This was unorthodox, wrong perhaps, but he was your superior and what made you any more innocent?
“Repeat, ‘Eren was eating my cunt, Captain Levi.’” He pulled you in and spun around with precision, making you hit the desk. You cried out at the wood digging into the small of your back as his face got closer to yours. His voice dripped with malice and you would be lying if you said it didn’t frighten you down to your core. You couldn't figure out where all of this was coming from. Was this about being caught or something else entirely?
“Eren was...he was eating my cunt,” You squeaked, words rushing out of you as if to get it over with. His brow raised and his thumb and finger dug deeper into your skin. Your eyes glanced at the twitch in his lip.
“Captain...” He started.
“Captain Levi.”
“Good girl,” He released you and stepped back.
“Wasn’t too difficult, you are one of my brightest after all.” He mumbled, taking in the confusion and fluster on your face.
“Now, remove every last piece of clothing from your body.”
“Sir?” A smirk played at his lips in the horrified expression you gave him.
“By the way you’re staring dumbly at me and the fact you responded provides evidence that you clearly heard what I said.” He deadpanned.
Damn, the authority in his tone shouldn’t have made you as wet as it did as he spoke in the same bark he would anyone else. It shouldn’t have, after all you were a cadet and he, your Captain. It was taboo to say the least. But beneath the glare he was giving you, it was only right to assume that you had no other choice.
Hesitantly, you obliged, slowly peeling off your uniform and revealing more and more of your skin. The captain wanted nothing more than to bite and bruise every inch of your body, marking and claiming you physically as property of the Survey Corp, his battalion. His. The notion that he was your superior wasn’t lost on him, in fact that only fact made it all the more desirable. Bonus, if he could get it in your mind that Eren was the last person you should be disappearing off with.
Once you were completely naked, his precise movement had you turned around and bent over his desk, knocking contents onto the floor. His eyes narrowed at the sight of his papers scattered around at his feet. A mess; God he just finished that paperwork.
"C-Captain ‘m sorry I...I dont-" You fumbled.
"I don't remember giving you permission to speak...Cadet." He sloppily kissed your shoulder as his hand circled to cup your pussy, massaging his thumb against your clit. You keened unintentionally at the friction, your body shivering slightly against his body. His other came down hard against the surface of your ass catching you by surprise. Tears pricked your vision at the stinging pain he left behind. Levi could only stare at the mark he left by his hand before another blow was delivered in the same spot, causing you to cry out again.
Despite how painful it was, Levi couldn’t help but notice how much wetter you grew. By the time he was through, you were shaking and practically dripping slick down your thighs. He retracted his wet fingers and turned you to face him, drinking up the glossy gaze you offered him. It caused his pants to tighten painfully at the groin.
“Get on your knees.”
While you were now looking up at the raven-haired male removing unbuttoning his slacks, you couldn’t help but rock side to side, smushing your thighs to alleviate the arising arousal. His cock finally sprung free from the clothed confines. He was an impressive size and you couldn’t help but ogle as it pulsed slight, nestled in a bed of neatly trimmed hair. He gripped the back of your head pulling you closer and without his verbal go-ahead, you gripped his cock enticing a hiss from him.
How eager to please, Levi thought darkly, trying to figure out if it was because you wanted to or out of guilt of being caught. He was about to say something when you eagerly took him into your mouth. He groaned watching more of his cock disappear past your lips and reappear again when you gagged. Refocusing and allowing you a single breath, he gripped the sides of your head and forced himself back down again, roughly snapping his his hips against your face. You could feel his cock twitching with each thrust, the disgusting slurping and gags reverberating off wood.
“You're gonna take...my cock like the depraved whore you are, ” He sighed, throwing his head back. Your vision blurred slightly as the tip repeatedly bumped the back of your throat, lips slurping around the spit that dribbled from the corners. “Sneaking off, neglecting duties. Fraternization. With the likes of that monstrosity.”
He didn’t know what he was saying, his words flying out as his nails gripped your scalp possessively.
Drool seeped from the sides of your mouth, creating lines that dripped to your breasts and to the floor. Levi took one look at your tear stricken face and almost busted on the spot. He pulled out, not wanting to do so just yet and you were back up against the desk.
"Tch." Levi gripped your throat for leverage, jerking you closer after hearing more contents hitting the floor. He slid two fingers into your mouth, at the same time his other hand slipped fingers into your pussy. You groaned when his fingers pressed to the back of your throat making you gag. Tears struck your vision, blurring the twisted grin that split Levi’s face.
"I didn't hear you Cadet...Was this what Jaeger was doing?" He asked, pumping his fingers slowly into your wetness. His fingers curled against your walls enticing an excited buck against his hand. Lines of drool fell from the sides of your mouth and dripped to your chest as you nodded frantically.
"My my. Another mess." He muttered. His fingers kept up its steady brutal pace, curling every now and then. He sped up cutting your words off purposely. He wanted to see you suffer. Levi was sadistic that way, enjoying the torment in your eyes as he got off to your shame and innately desires. A part of him was pleased at how so wet you were, knowing that boy Jaeger couldn’t come close to a woman’s pleasure.
Your mouth was set in an 'o' as you tried desperately to get the words out. Drunk off pleasure but still lucid enough to try and show your Captain respect. You were so close. So painfully close to giving in, if the quivering in your thighs were any indication. Your stomach heaved as you glanced down, watching the way his arm flexed like lightning as he pumped your walls. You began to squirm, your orgasm approaching quickly with the itching knot in your stomach. That was until he suddenly pulled out.
Lifted with ease, you were shoved further onto the desk, Levi’s face burying in between your legs. Hands shot to his hair instinctively, too gone in the way his tongue prodded your folds to realize he was your superior. He didn’t mind however, lips curving in your overt reaction.
His tongue darted in and out of your wet cunt, relishing in the way your gummy walls pulsed around his tongue. Your hips reared off the wood when his lips latched snugly on your clit, suckling the nub.
“C-Captain!” His finger lifted and pushed against your clit as you rolled your head back and bit your lip. You could feel yourself slowly building up again to that sweet moment of release. And you even surprised yourself when you began to grind yourself against his face selfishly in hopes of reaching it.
But he straightened up and kissed your on your mouth roughly. And you weren’t as reluctant in returning the kiss. Grabbing his cock, he rubbed against your cunt, slathering his leaking head with your juices.
"You're not supposed to be enjoying this." He muttered. “S’posed to be a punishment.”
"I can,” Your cheeks burned in your next choice of words. “I can pretend I’m not enjoying it, Captain.” It shouldn’t have, but your word’s flustered him, making his dick twitch for reasons unknown. Perhaps it was the breathless way you referred to him by title or your shameless suggestion, either way he’s too desperate to feel you.
“Unlikely.”
You bit your lip as he slowly slid the tip in then pulled out
"Uhnn."
"Tell me you want it." He slid in again and stilled.
"I want it...Captain." You whimpered before he shoved his dick in, full hilt, satisfied with your answer. His hand clamped hastily over your mouth as you let out a muffled squeal. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes from the rough intrusion, at the full girth as he stretched out your desperate cunt. Groaning at the sensation, your hands stilled on his shoulders as he pumped furiously. The sounds of moans, grunts, and skin against skin contact filled the space as he fucked brutally into you.
"From…this point on…you belong to me now." He mumbled against your ear. “Jaeger needs to keep his hands off or I’ll turn him in for reckless insubordination.”
Your pussy clenched at the baritone and seriousness in his voice. Hands soothed up his neck daringly, fingers lacing in the hair at the nape as you pulled him in for a kiss. His tongue lashed hungrily, sucking your lips and tongue as if he wouldn’t be able to anymore. His thrust became more erratic as the desk scooted along the floor.
"Mm..mm..mhm...!" You moaned as Levi pulled away to hear the full depravity of your noises.
"I want you to tell me who you belong to now." He snarled possessively. You stared at him in his steel, hard eyes.
He was dead serious.
"Y.." He snapped his hips, dick sitting fully in your snug walls. He didn’t move after that, drinking up the way you squirm in his grasp as you struggled to answer.
"Go on—say it." He rolled his hips purposely.
“You Captain!" You cried fingers digging into his arms. He grunted, your breathless cry sending shivers down his back as he canted forward, his strokes punishable.
"Louder."
"Le-vi. Cap’n Levi!" You cried as a particular stroke had your world erupting into euphoric bliss. You tried to bury your head into the crook of his neck but his hand was quicker, pinning you down by your neck as he oggled the fucked-out expression you gave him. Not at all the hard eyes and stoic features you wear in training or on the field. You gave in, shuddering around him, tightening your cunt around his cock as he let you go.
Your face was what had him tensing, his hands slamming on either side of your head as he shivered, his cock pulsating as he came.
Despite everything Levi had put you through, his arms embraced you and the two of you remained that way for a moment. It was uncharacteristic but you remained silent as he kissed the top of your head tenderly.
As the two of you laid against the desk, a sweaty and exhausted heap, Eren silently slid down the door, his cheeks adorning a furious blush. Jean told him you got caught and he wanted to defend you but it seemed it was… well handled. His teeth were gritted as he palmed shamefully at the growing tent in his pants.
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just some nasty, nasty bokuto thoughts i had. reposted from my old acc! cw f!reader, creampie, mating press
MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI. NSFW CONTENT AHEAD.
“bokuto-san, bokuto-san!”
“ahh, come on, pretty.. say—my—name!” bokuto punctuates each word with a well timed thrust, his cockhead kissing your cervix with every rut of his hips. he’s large, impossibly so, folding you in half as he pounds you silly.
“kou—ta—rou!” he urges you, one hand slipping in between the two of you to messily play with your clit as he pins your thighs down with his own broad chest. he’s suffocating, and your senses are filled with him, him, him.
you let out a wail, convulsing and twitching around him as you cum for the nth time that night. bokuto has an insane amount of stamina and you feel as if you’ve been going at it for days. it’s wet and messy as he jackhammers into you, the lewd squelch of your pussy and his own grunts and moans making a sinful sort of melody in your ears.
“please—fuck, please, say my name, m’ close, m’ so close,” bo whines, his thrusts growing messy and desperate. it almost hurts, the amount of orgasms he’s forced out of you, but by some god given miracle you can feel another one cresting. you shake as you grab him tightly, kiss bruised lips parting to cry out, “koutarou!”
that seems to do it in for him—his hips stutter before he’s letting out an animalistic groan, head drooping to nuzzle into the crook of your neck as spurts of cum paint your walls white.
“fuuuuuck,” he whines, hips twitching as he rides out his orgasm inside you. the feeling of his release sends you over one final time, your legs shaking and tensing as you fall over the edge into bliss. you think you can feel your brain melting out of your ears, the only thing remaining being the feeling of bokuto all around you.
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A/N - after months of having this in my notebook I finally finished it T.T I just wanna say thank you to everyone for liking part 1 & 2 of this and I hope you enjoy this just as much! I didn't expect to make multiple parts for this but I lowkey already have ideas for more parts if anyone is enjoying it enough to want more!
The door of your apartment slams as you trudge in, the sloshing of your shoes, soaked with the rain from the downpour that just drenched you outside. You dart for the couch, grabbing the closest pillow and quickly shoving your face into it and letting out a scream that would have alerted the neighbors in some way if it wasn’t muffled.
All day something has gone wrong, if it wasn’t one thing it was surely the next. It’s as if the gods above were playing games with you just to see how much you could handle before you undoubtedly snapped.
Waking up late wouldn’t have been such a bother if it wasn’t for the meeting with the Hokage you had. You had a performance review about the latest mission you were just on and no shock to you, it brought up how bad of a screw-up you must’ve been because all that was said was everything you did wrong. You were reprimanded for that along with your tardiness to the meeting, on top of that you never ate breakfast because of the rush you were in. Deciding after the meeting ramen would be the perfect meal to drown in your sorrows and finally get something in your system, only to realize that being in such a rush you absentmindedly forgot your coin purse. Deciding to finally leave and go back home, Mother Nature wanted to make sure you got there quickly and started a downpour just for you. Being soaked from head to toe was something every girl just needed, and so, here you are.
The frustration building inside of you makes every inch of your body feel like it might explode, tears threaten to spill past your bottom lashes and onto your cheeks but you refuse to cry and give in to the absolute shit show of a day you’ve endured. Your throat constricts while you take a deep breath, as you exhale the subtle sound of your doorknob twisting is heard, the door opens slightly, and before you can think your fingers fumble with your kunai, quickly throwing it and seeing it lodge into the wall next to the door.
Sasuke walks in to stop as he sees you, glancing at the kunai and then back at you. His eyes scan your body, seeing you sopping wet with a puddle of water soaking your once dry carpet, you were frowning at him and your eyes were slightly red even as you blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. “Bad day?” He comes inside, locking the door once it's been shut.
“Yeah, you could say that.” Your voice was small yet still croaked as you spoke. He nods, not saying anything more as he makes his way towards you, hands gripping your wrist and tugging you back towards your room. Immediately you start to pull your wrist back albeit weakly. “Not that kinda bad day.”
“I figured as much.” He shrugs his jacket off and tosses it on your bed, if you had the energy you’d scoff at how he’s making it seem as if this was his room.
“No I mean-”
“Can you shut up for a second?” He interjects while waving a hand in your direction, ignoring the glare you shoot at him as he walks to your bathroom. He disappears for a moment until you hear the shower turn on. Once again making himself feel at home. You open your mouth to call to him when he reappears, hand beckoning you over.
Against your better judgment, you move towards him, feet seemingly having a mind of their own, and follow him into your bathroom. The steam that was already filling the small bathroom gave you a warm hug of warmth, not realizing how cold you were from the rain. A content sigh leaves your lips accepting the new damp warmth you felt.
“Wanna tell me what got you like this?” He asks while pulling his shirt off and dropping it at your feet. Confusion crosses your features as he continues to undress in front of you, the heat from the steam leaving and going straight to your face, you jerk your head away from him as you mumble a half ass answer about how it’s raining outside. You hear the rest of his clothes fall against the tile floor as he discards them all, quickly kicking them to the side so your wet ones don’t drip on his.
“How are you not wet? The weather outside is awful.” You ask, head still turned away to not look at him, still unsure as to why he decided to strip. It’s not like you haven’t seen him but the close proximity and eye contact are still something you weren’t used to.
“It’s called an umbrella, the clouds were dark, and it was obvious it was going to rain. You’d have to be blind to not see that.” You snap your head to glare at him which turned to sudden wide eyes as he was fully naked in front of you. Your eyes wander from his chest down to his toned stomach and venture further until- “Eyes up here.” He smirks when he sees the flush of your face.
“Why am I even in here?”
“We’re going to shower, you need to relax.”
“I- we- huh?” You stutter out, the gears in your head coming to a halt while you look at him as if a second head grew out of his neck. Sasuke rolls his eyes and slips his fingers under the bottom of your top and tugs it off and over your head, it drops to the floor with a loud splat sound from the rainwater soaked in it.
“I said you needed to relax, now shut up, stop asking questions, and take your pants off.”
“God you’re such a-”
“Yeah whatever, just hurry up before the hot water runs out.”
Once again, against your better judgment, you listen to him, your clothes are off and discarded with your shirt, a small pool of water creating around it. Soon you’re stepping into your shower first, the heat of the water relaxing your sore and aching body and warming you up in an instant. You audibly sigh and allow your eyes to close just feeling the water beat and fall down your chest like a steady stream.
Sasuke is soon after you, hands finding a place on your waist, the subtle squeeze making your body freeze up as if the water had turned frigid. “Relax, Jesus it’s just me.” Sasuke says, you can feel the huff of his breath on the back of your neck which does nothing to calm you down.
Relax? It’s just me? That’s exactly the reason why you couldn’t, the sole fact that if you two weren’t fucking then what was the point of being here? What was the point of this? This was too nice for him, too intimate.
His hands slide from your waist up to your shoulders and feel his thumbs press down and slowly rub, easily bringing you back from your thoughts. “You’re tense.”
“When am I not?” You joke, amusement evident as it was so obvious you’ve never been a relaxed person. The expectations are always so high for you even from such a young age, even now with so many responsibilities on your plate the urge to sleep and ignore it all is so heavy.
Sasuke doesn’t respond, thumbs pushing down deeper into your muscles massaging out all of the tenseness you have. You lean back against his chest, eyes shutting once again and letting a sigh escape your lips. His hands go down your back keeping the pressure to work out the rest of your body. “Fuck..” You whimper.
“There we go..” His fingers dig into your lower back finding the place where you melt into him, you lean your head back against his shoulder and sigh contentedly.
“Thank you for this.” You say quietly, barely heard over the stream of water coming from your shower head. It was a soft moment, both of you two never uttering anything other than foul comments to one another, always making sure the next word hurt more than the last, yet here you were; eyes closed and guard down against the chest of someone you couldn’t stand to look at when you were kids.
“Shut up.” His chest rises as he scoffs before dipping down to kiss your shoulder. “You looked a mess when I got here.”
Ignoring his comment, you bend forward to turn the heat up higher, you soon turn around to face him, his hair is damp and his cheeks are flushed from the steamy air. He didn’t have his signature grimace that always laid upon his face, being this close where the tension wasn’t filled with anger was…different.
His hands made their way back to your waist, squeezing the soft plush of your skin. The air; although thick with vapor, was brittle as a crisp autumn leaf, so fragile it could break if you breathed, and if it didn't snap you felt like you just might. Neither of you speaks, you fumble with your fingers, unsure if you should lay them on him as he has his on you.
Almost as if he could hear your thoughts, his hand slid to the back of your neck tugging you closer, a quiet “Come here.” leaving his lips before he was on yours.
Unknowing if it’s because of the intimacy of being in the shower together and the vulnerability it gave off, but the kiss emitted every little bit of exposure you felt. His hands held onto you tightly while yours lay upon his chest. Collectively, a sigh left you both; unspoken words left between you both and died on each other's tongue.
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You feel the cool sheets against your warm skin as you plop yourself on your bed, the fluffy pajama bottoms you now have on bringing an added level of cozy you oh so needed to your day. You finally felt relaxed; cold, damp clothes soon forgotten as well as the ravenette who stood behind you. Your mind was mulled over with the sudden leisure that you couldn’t stop the squeal that escaped you when Sasuke’s cold hand wrapped around your ankle and pulled you down the length of your bed. You turn to look at him when his lips come crashing into your own, soft lips pressing hard while you melt into his touch, kissing Sasuke has started to feel familiar, a comfort in kissing his lips and knowing how the other works.
One of his hands comes up to take place at your throat, slightly squeezing to elicit a small whimper from you. Just like you feeling familiarity in his lips he feels the same in knowing just how you’d react, feeling just as if he knows a part of you. His hand slips to the back of your neck pulling you closer, tongue slipping in and claiming your mouth for his own. His kisses become hungrier, more passionate. Fingers tilting your chin up so your throat is now exposed, he leaves wet open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and descends further down your neck. You become putty to his mouth as he finds your sweet spot, another whine leaves your lips only igniting him further.
His hands leave your neck and grip onto your waist pulling you to him and grinding your hips into his erection. Every whine and whimper that leaves your mouth sends every impulse in him into overdrive. “Still having a bad day?” He breathes out, lips ghosting over the sensitive mark he just created.
“It could be better.” You giggle, legs instinctively pulling him even closer to your clothed core. He smirks against the skin of your neck while hooking his fingers into the waistband of your pajama bottoms, you lift your hips allowing him to tug them off. He shifts himself down until he’s on his knees at the foot of your bed, he tugs you down to the edge of your bed until he’s at eye level with your already glistening core. Strong hands push your thighs until they’re pressed against your chest, a low growl reverberating in his chest. You’re this wet just from a few simple kisses, how pathetic.
His head dips down and licks through your slick, lips attaching to your clit and sucking causing your hips to buck in his mouth. He chuckles, the vibration pulsing your entire lower half as your hand shoots to his still-damp hair, your fingers thread and slightly tug while he circles his tongue. A quiet moan leaves your lips causing his eyes to shoot up and look at you, he sees your eyes closed; his tongue relieving you of all your stressors from the day. The small whimpers you let out only make his gaze darker, hungrier for you.
“I know you can be louder than that.” He says as he pulls back. Finally, you look down at him and see his black eyes boring into you, he sees your eyes glossy and lips slightly parted, he hasn’t even made you cum yet and you’re already like this, but that doesn’t stop the pout that forms on your face. Your hand tightens its grip on his hair and tugs his face closer to your heat.
“Keep going-”
“Be louder, I want to hear you.” His words are demanding, making you jut your lip out in a pout once more. “Be louder or I’ll leave.” You huff a breath and look away from him only to feel a quick slap to your thigh causing you to yelp and snap your head right back to him. No words being said between the both of you but you know it was a threat. His head dips back down sinking further as he keeps his eyes trained on yours while running his tongue through your slick core, his thumb putting just the right amount of pressure to evoke a slurry of curse words from your mouth. Your hips move and grind against his tongue, your hand tugging roughly at his hair causing him to groan into you. Thumb now leaves your clit and quickly replaces it with his mouth, his skillful tongue circling and flicking, having you clench down on nothing. Your whimpers turn to moans and now his name is the only thing you’re able to say.
You orgasm without warning, fingers tightening even more in his locks while your thighs trap him. A choked-out moan is heard loudly in his ears, another groan vibrates your body as he laps up all of your juices, his skillful tongue sending shivers up your spine as he doesn’t pull away while you ride your high.
Once the oversensitivity set in you squirm in his grip, legs planting down to try and push away from him but his arms quickly hook under your thighs and spread you wider for him, giving him even more access to your pussy. His lips suck harshly around your clit extracting a high pitch squeal from you. “Sasuke!” Your once woven fingers in his hair were now pushing him away, the oversensitivity having tears prick your waterline, it was beginning to feel too much, too much pleasure building up right after you just came.
Sasuke was eating you like he was starved, the lewd and wet sounds coming from where his mouth connected with your pussy were all that could be heard. The coil in your stomach begins to tighten again and your legs tremble, a silent indicator you were so close only minutes after your first orgasm.
As if he could read your mind and body so easily, Sasuke pushes two fingers in and pumps them at a quick pace, curling them as he does so. You’re shaking, his fingers hitting your g-spot again and again and again-
Your eyes roll back while you cum, your body tensing up and your head being thrown and pressed back into your mattress as you moan loudly. Once your body loosens up and legs go limp he finally pulls away.
The bed dips down as he climbs up your body, a cheeky smile plastered on his face when he sees the fucked out look on yours, a sense of pride filling his chest up to know he got you like this just from his tongue alone. Your eyes settled on his, trailing down to see his lips and chin coated in your slick.
Your chest rises with heavy breaths, eyes weary as you slowly blink up at him, the subtle tint of your face changing when catching his own eyes already looking down at yours.
His eyes scan your face, seeing how you divert your own away from him while trying to regain your breath. It’s funny, he did all the work and you’re the one out of breath. Sasuke fits himself more comfortably in between your legs, laying more of his weight on you as you both just relax in silence.
He can’t help but look at you in a different light, when he first came over months ago he didn’t know what got ahold of him. He was the last person you wanted to see and vice versa, but that didn’t stop him from barging in, he was always watching the village in one way or another, whether it was from word of mouth by someone or when he could sneak away, somehow whenever the latter happened you were always one of the first people he happened to catch sight of.
It was annoying.
He felt the irritation run up his neck when he saw you, the way you’d walk almost as if your nose was in the air, thinking you were better than him, better than everyone around you. Just seeing you from a distance he couldn’t stand, it’s like the same little girl he remembered back then was still in his head, glaring at him and calling him all the insults under the sun whenever he jabbed at you, but when he finally saw you he couldn’t help but be a little happy to see that same signature scowl that appeared on your face.
That first night he didn’t even come to fuck you, that was the last thing that he would have thought would happen, but when push literally came to shove against that damn wall his body took over, all the pent-up frustrations between you two over the years hitting the breaking point.
He can’t lie and say nothing has changed since he started coming over more frequently. He wasn’t supposed to be sneaking back into the village, he wasn’t meant to be seeing you so much, having moments like this. It’s easier to say he doesn’t give a damn about you, that it’s just the sex that keeps bringing him back, but when he does something so out of character as he did today he can’t help but feel like he should’ve just fucked you and left; pushed your bad day to the side, ignore your borderline broken figure and used you to his liking. He’s no nurturer, far from it yet he still worked your sore muscles out and had you cum till you were dizzy.
“This won’t happen again.” He thinks to himself. He can’t come back, he won’t. This will be the last time you see him and he sees you. The last time he feels your soft skin against him, fingers dancing across his back and playing with the hair while you both calm down. The last time you see his eyes staring back at you, different emotions each time and never knowing which one it is.
He’s convinced himself of it, never again.
But when you bat your pretty little eyes like you’re doing right now he can’t help but mentally curse himself as he finds himself leaning down to press his lips against yours.
He knows he’s going to come back.
He knows it and he can’t help but hate you for it.
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MINORS + BLANK BLOGS DFI.
it’s eerily quiet. as expected late at night. sleep’s found itself evading gojo who lies still beside you. he tries to find some sort of way to help his restless mind cease but fails miserably. retracting the days events didn’t help, even going as far as to count was a futile effort. he gets sidetracked at thirty-seven to the sound of a deep sigh. he turns, leaning on his elbow to face you.
when his sight adjusts he gazes over your slumbering form. you’re facing away from him, ass jutted out inches away. his eyes follow the curve of your hip, the way your knee is positioned higher than the other.
cheeky girl, even unconscious, you’re driving him mad. tonight you wear an oversized t-shirt, his tee, nothing underneath but your cute little panties— oh you tease.
he remembers the downward curve of your lips when he taunted you about them earlier. the way you shivered as his fingertips caressed your hips. you wanted to give in so bad, it was all over your face. in the tiny little buck of your hips when his lips connected with your neck. in your pitiful whine when he pressed himself up against you. he almost had you…but not quite.
“you’re not off the hook yet,” you had chuckled before pulling away. you’d given him a chaste kiss before dancing out of his grasp. he watched as you go, chuckling lightly to be a good sport but beneath it all, gojo was devastated.
now your slumbering form is unaware of the soft schlicks coming from behind you. gojo doesn’t mean to, he can’t help it. all of this time— you should be proud of how long he’s gone without defying your wishes. naive and unknowing to the shameless thoughts running rampant through the man’s mind as he fought it.
his face adorns a bashbul blush as his teeth clench around the hem of his shirt. he inches his sweats down further; looking down he can see the way the light catches on the slick starting to gather at the tip. his thumb swipes it, palm dragging the moisture down his hard cock making him shudder a bit.
gojo groans as he pushes your shirt up higher. if he leans in close enough he can see the way the cotton material clings to your puffy outer lips.
your conditions were a bit difficult. when you first introduced the challenge to him the second week, he laughed. real funny. but you laughed too…yet you were serious.
your tired grumbles don’t go unnoticed by his ear. he shifts until he’s pressing up against your rear, his head propped on a hand, elbow mashing against the pillows. he steadies his palm on his cock, not ready yet. his lips brush your neck, your ear, leaving the softest of kisses on your cheek.
it started off fine.
“those are the conditions. the best you could come up with?” he had teased. “sure ill play along, this’ll be a walk.”
he could do it. it was only about three weeks right? all he had to do was not think of anything remotely exciting. then you had to make it hard. deliberate or not, it was driving him nuts, it wasn’t fair! walking around in nothing but his shirts, fluttering your lashes up at him, talking to him with a purr in your tone.
by day eight he was losing it. when you brushed up against him in the kitchen on day last week, he caved in, locking himself in the bedroom to edge himself, feigning a stomach ache when you bugged him, oh so concerned! he bitterly thought of you that day as he thrusted his hips against pillow, shamelessly wishing it was your mouth.
was it cheating? so what. yesterday, he was so out of it. his mind only plagued by what the hell he was gonna do you when it was over. he couldn’t even be in the same room. when you’d approach he’d give you only but a fleeting kiss before mumbling about something he forgot to do.
gojo now presses further until he’s almost aligned with the cleft of your ass. this’ll work though.
it starts with a small roll of his hips, one that causes your t-shirt to ride a bit. he moves it out of the way, the fabric a nuisance. a barrier. he opts for the frilly feel of your panties instead.
he tries not to be loud, really he does but the way you’re sighing and shifting, it only makes the blood rush straight to his dick and his groans louder. only he doesn’t mean to dig his nails that deep into the grip of your side. you stir seconds later, letting out unintelligible whimpers before blinking awake.
“uhn…gojo what’re-”
“shhh, its nothin’ go back to sleep,” but its not nothing, you could feel something hot and hard rutting against your ass, his hand heavily cinching your waist to hold you in place.
you’re awake now but it doesn’t matter, he’s not done. just hold still for a little while longer. let him get off for all the days he’s been good. fortunately, you comply, you teeth worrying your lip as you tremble in his grasp.
“hmm…nng…fuck,”
he moves closer as if he’s wanting to become one. his desperation would’ve been funny had it been any other circumstance. one where he isn’t waking you up by rutting against your body like a mutt. you turn over and gojo shifts until he’s fully on top of you, his cock heavily resting on your thigh. you make the mistake of looking up at him. the way his eyes catches on what little pale light was in the room made him look inhuman. his usually piercing blue eyes, dark.
he buries his face in your neck, inhales your clean scent. he feels a bit of shame but with how your soft plush thighs feel against his hard cock, he doesn’t let himself dwell on it. his hips began to move, slow at first to feel the sensation of you against him.
wetness oozes onto your skin, the sticky texture unmistakably his arousal. you dare not move as he continued to drag his cock along your dampening panties, the apex behind them beginning to clench and drool. the sounds he makes right next to your ear were breathless and downright sinful, desperation dripping in every whine. his lips messily sought out your own, the exchange a clash of lips, teeth and drool.
he’s fully in between your legs now, cock grinding against your clothed cunny. you can’t help but mewl as he presses further, the tip catching on your sweet clit. your stomach heaves as you look down, angry leaking tip moving up against your cunt. his large palms grab at your thighs, pushing them flat against the bed as he continues to buck his hips.
“gojo…” you whisper, clinging to him.
“I’m almost-fuck,” his hips gain momentum, he’s full on humping you as if he’s actually inside. the friction is delicious on both ends—he hits an angle and your bud rubs against him again. it isn’t until your hips jut up to chase him and his reckless thrusting when he shudders with a broken whine.
“mmmg…!” gojo twitches, slowly rolling his hips until he stills, licking at the corner of your mouth and placing a quick kiss.
he falls back on his side of the bed, his softening cock pressing against the waistband of his sweats, a cocky grin on his face.
“you couldn’t just wait?” you hiss in the darkness once your heart steadied.
“its your fault for making me do this silly challenge anyway.” he leans in closer, warmth tickling your ear as he hums, “and honestly, i could’ve done a whole lot worse.”
his fingers starts to dip past your waistband but you shy away, warmth flooding you face and belly at his words.
“besides, if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were asking with this sorry excuse of sleepwear. look! you’re even wearing my favorite panties. special occasions and all that right?” you scoff, rolling your eyes.
you get up, and as you walk to the bathroom, you can hear gojo’s low chuckles. not only did he make a mess out of you but left you needy for more, an itch he purposely placed, a seed deliberately planted. you wonder if it was payback for these few weeks leaving him unsatisfied with your teasing.
from the bed, gojo glances at his phone, grinning as his hand wraps around his cock again. after weeks of enduring your stupid challenge it’s time for his game.
it’s december 1st after all.
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