Tags: 18+ MDNI, squirting, over stimulation, oral (receiving), fingering, pet names (baby), (1)pussy slap, it’s not specified but I’m tagging this as unprotected sex just in case, your typical begging, hints of aftercare (bc chuuya’s a king tbh♡)
WC: 747
Requested by anon
Once Chuuya found out that you could squirt, it was game over. Chuuya savors any and all reactions he can get out of you, he loves to know how good he’s making you feel and it helps boost his ego a little bit. He absolutely adores your whines as his tongue runs its course up and down against your clit. Thighs draped over his shoulder, pressing against his cheeks as he adds his fingers to the mix, rubbing his fingers in gentle circles before he inserted them into you. Methodically pumping them in and out of you, twisting and turning his fingers to make sure he hits every proper spot inside of you that makes you clench around him and raise your hips up as you cry out.
It’s coming, you can feel it as your heart beats against your chest and your torso is seen inflating and deflating as you breathe in and out. It feels like a pulse, a tingling sensation as Chuuya wraps his free arm around ine of your thighs, pulling you closer to him as his face is now even more dangerously close to your entrance. It feels harsher now that he’s even closer, every taste bud on his tongue running over your sensitive core. Your palm meets his forehead as you try to use it as force in a failed attempt to push him away from you. “Don’t try to stop it baby, you know exactly what I want.” Chuuya stops to say, pulling his mouth away to kiss your inner thigh. His fingers don’t stop though as you feel the release of the liquid release from inside of you. Warmth slowly leaking down your thigh as your face contorts, nose scrunching up as you whimper. The sound of his fingers pumping in and out of you are more prominent now, the loud noise due to the residue from that release on his fingers allowing for him to slide his fingers in and out of you at a more vigorous pace. It’s enough to make your cheeks heat up as you constrict around his fingers as you feel the heaviness in your stomach start to grow.
“Chuu’ ‘m gonna cum.” “Do it, come on baby, let me see you cum.” His voice always has that air of confidence, one that knows exactly what he’s doing.
You’re crying, begging and cursing as the liquid keeps coming, slowly beginning to stain the bed sheets as he pulls his fingers out. He stares at you, absolutely infatuated as he lets you catch your breath.
“Think you can give me one more?” His smirk is absolutely deadly as you give him a faint nod. He grabs your legs, pushing them up by your head and spreading them. You’re on full display for him now, red and swollen from all the stimulation.
He lightly taps his tip against your core causing you to let out a small shriek, “Chuu’ please,” you beg him.
He easily slides himself into you, the perfect position to be able to get you to take as much of him as you can. The first few thrusts are experimental, slow and calculating, trying to find the best pace. He eyes you under him, gauging your reactions. He’s settled on a slower pace, allowing you to feel every inch of him as his balls meet your bottom with a soft muffled slap. His thrusts are so long that he’s practically pulling out of you with every one, just keeping his tip in before filling you up again.
And he’s right, every thrust that allows him to reach the deepest parts of you as he possibly can causes your face to contort as you wriggle underneath him. After all this time it’s almost like he knows your body better than you do, the way you tighten around him is enough to tell him to pick up his thrusts, they aren’t much faster at all, just enough to send you over edge as you let out a cry, your final release trickling down your thigh again as he pulls out of you. Your legs lay limp back now flush against the mattress as you catch your breath. Chuuya’s always clingly and soft after sex, arms lightly around your waist as he presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “Here, let me take care of you now.” You smile and nod as he gets up to grab you a wash cloth to help clean you up.
Warnings: spanking, dub con, non con, overstimulation, fingering
**If I have missed tagging anything please let me know and I will fix it**
Summary: Ushijima punishes you for being bratty after he's had a rough day.
Word Count: 1308
As a reminder I'm still pretty rusty at writing smut, so if you have any critiques or advice I'm all ears.
Ushijima hated punishing you, he preferred to have discussions about your behaviour and work out ways together that you could fix it. But today had been rough for him, and coming back home to you behaving like a petulant child rather than the loving homemaker he wanted you to be was the last straw.
He allowed no excuses to fall from your lips, immediately grabbing you and dragging you into the bedroom. He sat himself down on the bed and then pulled you down over his lap. You immediately knew what he was planning and began to struggle, trying to get off his lap, babbling out anything you could think of to make him reconsider, apologies, promises, anything.
“Do not make this worse for yourself, you have been misbehaving lately and corrective action is needed,” He spoke in a sombre tone, but there was a hint of annoyance, and you knew there would be no getting out of this punishment. “You are going to receive 10 hits, once we are finished we will discuss your behaviour in further detail and decide what needs to change going forward. Do you understand?”
You simply nodded your head, bracing yourself for what was to come. Jumping when you felt his hand touch your butt, gently caressing you.
“I need to hear you, do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand.” You braced yourself for the swift hit that you knew was coming, tensing up waiting for the blow to land. The minutes ticked by, and slowly you relaxed yourself, giving yourself a moment to breathe.
It was then that the first harsh blow came. It startled you, ripping a harsh scream from your throat. You tried to jerk away but Ushijima’s other hand came up to hold you in place. The hand that landed the blow remained, gently soothing the area. Slowly the hand crept up until his fingers rested on your waistband, quickly looping his fingers under it he pulled down your pants, followed quickly by your underwear, leaving you bare from the waist down, completely exposed to him.
He once again soothed you, until the pain became a dull ache and you began to relax again. Once he felt you relax he took his hand away, and you tensed up again in anticipation for the next strike.
“I need you to relax, I do not wish for this to hurt you more than it needs to, and if you are tense it will only hurt more.”
He waited a moment until you relaxed again before bringing his hand down again, this time ripping a sob from you.
You tried to stop yourself but the tears kept coming. He worked to soothe you again, waiting until he deemed you relaxed enough before the next hit came. And the next, and the next. He completed the cycle again and again until he had delivered the 10 hits he promised.
By the time he was finished you were sobbing and trembling in his lap, hands clenching his pants as you sought out anything you could to ground yourself, to escape the pain.
He was gentle in his motions as he soothed your sore backside, gently rubbing some cream into it to help with the ache. He continued soothing you, even calmly speaking to you, telling you how good you did, how much he hated seeing you in pain. You tried to tune him out, not wanting to listen to him, just trying to calm yourself down.
Eventually your tears stopped and you began to fully relax, you began shifting, trying to get off of his lap, but he held you still, keeping you in place. It was confusing, your punishment was over, he should have let you go, and given you a bit of space, then in a bit he would come in and have a ‘discussion’ about your behaviour, then it was all over, so why was he keeping you in his lap.
Your question was answered when you felt his fingers gradually drift lower, until they slipped down to your inner thighs, you involuntarily clenched your thighs together, causing him to pause for a moment.
“Relax.” He sighed when you didn’t, simply prying your legs apart and continuing.
He gently brushed his fingers against your lower lips, testing to see how wet you were. Finding you not wet enough he brought his fingers to your mouth, and gave a simple order, ‘Suck’, which you did, simply wanting to get this over with.
Once his fingers were wet enough he removed them from your mouth and brought them back down to your lower lips, pressing one inside, followed quickly by the other. The stretch burned, but didn’t hurt too bad, you were used to Ushijima rushing prep. He found a rhythm fairly quickly, and before you knew it he was pressing against that spot inside you that had you letting out a moan before you could stop yourself.
It seemed as though Ushijima liked that and shifted you slightly to get a better angle before pressing his fingers back inside, setting up the same rhythm but aiming for the spot he had grazed earlier.
The stimulation quickly had you moaning, and trying to press back into his fingers, seeking more stimulation. However Ushijima was careful in maneuvering in a way so that you couldn’t get any additional pressure or stimulation from your wiggling.
“If you want something you should ask. Communication is the cornerstone of an effective and long lasting relationship.”
“Please, please, I need more, please.” You just needed a bit more, just a bit more stimulation and you were sure you would be able to come, the pleasure that he was drawing out of you was far overshadowing the pain you had felt earlier, and you just wanted to chase your high.
“More? In what way? Should I touch you here?” He removed his fingers from you and you almost whined at the loss, until he brought them to your clit, rubbing tight circles that had you seeing stars. You were rocketing towards your orgasm, right on the edge, but suddenly his fingers were gone. “Hmm, is that what you wanted?”
“Yes, yes, please.” You were embarrassed by how quickly you gave into him, but the pleasure he could give you was so much better than the alternative.
Suddenly the fingers were back, pressing into you setting an unforgiving pace, never faltering to hit that spot inside that had you seeing stars, his other hand moved from pinning you down to harshly rub at your clit. The combination had you coming apart for him almost immediately, you let out a loud moan, your toes curling and back arching, pushing you further into his fingers. He slowed down, helping you ride out the high before picking up the pace from earlier.
You tried to push his hands away, it was too much, but you were much weaker than him, barely able to do anything.
“Please stop, it’s too much.” The overstimulation was quickly pushing you towards another orgasm, and you weren’t sure you had the stamina for it, you were already exhausted and were almost certain you couldn’t handle another.
He didn’t stop or falter, not even slowing down at your words, keeping up his pace. You quickly came apart for him again, tensing before falling against him, practically boneless from all the stimulation.
Once again he slowed down to work you through your orgasm before picking up the pace again.
“Too much, too much, please Ushijima, it’s too much.” You tried to reason with him, but he didn’t stop. “Please, how much more?” You just needed to know how much longer you needed to hold yourself together for, you could probably get through one more orgasm before it truly became too much.
“Eight more, 10 hits, 10 orgasms to even things out.”
Stranger Things Have Happened in The Night time {Demon!Akutagawa}
Tags: 18+ MDNI, mentions of death and illness (due to Akutagawa’s lung disease), stalking, mentions of Akutagawa being possessive, a quick mention of Hell, Demon fucking, pet names (princess), masturbation/unknowingly being watched while masturbating, hints of dacryphilia, Ability usage during sex/bondage (Akutagawa using Rashomon to tie reader up), choking, unprotected sex/creampie, over stimulation
WC: 2,013
He watches. Watches over Yokohama at night, silently jumping from rooftop to rooftop. A normal routine for Akutagawa, once patrolling this area often as a member of the Port Mafia, but now he used it as a sense of comfort, this was as normal as it could get for him now.
He’s lost track of time. Months, maybe even years—he wasn’t quite sure honestly how long it’s been since his passing. Vague blurry visions of Gin, weeping over her own brother’s body as his illness took the best of him. Akutagawa was a fighter, always has been, but the one thing he could never fight and win against was his declining health, his lungs just barely producing enough oxygen as he struggled to take in his final breaths. It comes and goes in small pieces, pieces of that day quickly flash in his mind as he tries to make it all make sense, to get some sort of his humanity back. The feeling of harsh crackling embers flying off a source of heat, touching and searing his skin as his breath slowly started to fade, the day that Rashomon completely merged with him, in an attempt to keep Akutagawa alive so it too could continue on. It felt like the worst kind of sickness, both the heat of the pain yet the shivering ice that filled his veins as Rashomon entered into his body. The dark tendrils of Rashomon enveloped his body, wrapping around him like a mummy as he became completely covered by the being. A damned creature to walk the earth—black and red lines spiraling around his body like a snake with its prey. A breath of fresh air, he felt stronger, faster—he felt on top of the world. After that he disbanded from the Port Mafia, choosing to leave in the night and leaving no form of contact. He had a grip on how to control his powers, one could say that him and Rashomon were even almost in perfect sync with one another. This however, he had no idea what this would mean for him and the instability scared him deep down.
He broke out of his daze after making it to the next rooftop. Catching sight of someone sitting by the ledge, curious, he crept up closer, a previous trained assassin, how to get close without ringing any alarms, this he remembered. "Y'know if you're going to creep up on someone you could be a little less obvious about it." The person spoke up, turning their head to face him. He stopped in his tracks, caught off guard by being caught. "The way you're sitting right now, it's vulnerable you shouldn’t have your back to me, what if I was here to kill you?" Weird, It's been too long he had almost forgotten the sound of his own voice. “If you were, we wouldn’t be talking right now would we? You already had your chance and you didn’t take it.” He heard a laugh, like they were pointing out the obvious. “Fair enough.” He huffed. Getting up, you introduced yourself, smile on your face as he introduced himself as well.
It’s become like clockwork to see you, another daily occurrence in Akutagawa’s routine. Him patrolling the rooftops, you in your same spot on the roof ledge watching the city, it was monotonous. He would never admit it but he felt different whenever he saw you. A weird feeling would form within him before you came into view, hopeful that he would find you in your same spot every time, and you never disappointed. You were someone who didn’t just treat him as a former fellow Port Mafia member, or someone who looked at him in fear, recognizing him from one of the many wanted posters plastered around town, nor did this new form of his ever once instill fear within you. His new start gave him this opportunity and it was oddly refreshing. While your roof hangouts were slowly becoming the highlight of his day, deep down he began to crave more. While social interaction made itself scarce for him in his Port Mafia days, it was still better than this life of solitude he came to know. Akutagawa has become possessive of you—call it a side effect of merging with something as animalistic as Rashomon, but he’s become restless when he isn’t with you. You’re his curse in this new life, thoughts of you consuming him constantly when away from you.
He's silently vowed to protect you, he was going to make sure no one hurt you, no one should dare touch you as long as he's around. He thought as he made the decision to follow you home one night. He could watch, make sure no one hurt you on your way home or try to break into your house while you were sleeping. The lights trickled through your curtains into the night outside. The curtains parted just enough for him to be able to watch you. Unsuspecting you, going about your nightly routine; mindlessly scrolling through your phone, changing into your pajamas. Akutagawa watched, like a child entranced at the television screen as you moved around your room preparing for the night.
You laid in your bed, staring up at the ceiling silently, most likely lost in your thoughts. Suddenly, your hand slid into your pants, spreading your legs slightly for yourself as you rubbed small circles with your fingers, closing your eyes. His eyes widened, suddenly realizing what was occurring only a few feet in front of him. He felt guilty—guilty that he was witnessing such a private moment without your knowledge.
Picking up the pace your mouth fell open. Your closed window created a barrier, one that hindered Akutagawa from hearing those beautiful moans falling from your mouth in your current state of bliss, leaving it up to his wandering imagination to how you sounded right now. He wondered if you were close, the way your mouth hung open, back arching and hand moving at a rapid pace. He felt something growing in the pit of his stomach, a raging desire that he’s never felt before. He felt like time was frozen, nothing else existing in the moment except for him and you.
Your eyes fluttered open, eyes hazy, gazing out your window like you knew he was there, sure that someone was watching you like the first night you two met. Your eyes widened as you saw the familiar figure looming in the darkness. “Akutagawa?” Your voice was shaky but he sensed no sign of anger towards him in your tone. He inched closer, the light of your room allowing him to come into full view. “Have you been watching me this whole time?” Calm and collected, if he didn’t know any better he would think the events that just happened were a figment of his imagination. “I just wanted to make sure you got home safe, I got carried away, I’m sorry.” You gesture to tell him to come in, and he does, like some weird force that pulls him in, he’s bending over to climb through your window without a second thought. Closing your window and facing him he’s already made himself comfortable on the edge of your bed. You sat next to him, staring at him as silence filled the room.
“Y’know as a child you’re wary of monsters under your bed but you’re never warned about the demon watching over you” You teased, trying to fill the deafening silence and make light of the situation. He turned to look at you, doubts suddenly filling his mind as he realized how idiotic his actions were, it was impossible for a human like you could ever care for him.
You saw the sadness in his eyes, a vulnerability you never witnessed in your time spent with him. "Ryunosuke." Your voice was soft, loving and filled with concern as you tenderly placed a hand on his shoulder.
You placed a kiss to his lips, softer than Akutagawa could have ever imagined. He kissed back, a sudden wave of confidence washing over him and reminding him why he came here in the first place. He flipped you over, laying you on your back. He looked down at you, your eyes filled with want as you stared back up at him. He felt almighty on top of you. Like he traveled to the depths of hell and awoke more of his powers than he could have ever dreamed of. He slides himself into you, forcing all of his length in at once. It’s uncomfortable at first, he’s large and he’s hitting as deep inside of you as he can. He’s still as he feels you contract around him, trying to accommodate his length.
“Tell me, who do you think about when you touch yourself?” His voice a growl in your ear, causing you to whimper. "You, Ryunosuke, I've thought about you every time since we've met." The admission causing you to attempt to hide your face in embarrassment. He’s rutting into you, stretching you open with every loud slap heard echoing through your room. “Late at night all alone, and you imagine me fucking you like this? How sinful.” He laughs, it’s light and filled with mockery. He snaps his hips, one deep long thrust and every inch of him is filling you again as you let out a cry, tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes.
Buzzing fills the air, like an electric current running its course as the red light illuminates off of his body. Sudden black spirals jut out of his body causing your eyes to widen, never having witnessed his power in person. It wraps around your body without a second thought, binding your wrists together as well as wrapping around your neck. It feels weird against your skin, almost like an itchy wool sweater. “Please, too much.” You’re begging, little pathetic whines forming in your throat and Akutagawa thinks that it’s one of the most beautiful sounds that he’s ever heard. “Too much? but you haven’t even cum yet my princess, what happened to you touching yourself to the thought of me?” You clench at his words, tightening around him as the tiniest set of tears build up and slowly fall down your cheeks. Your hands helplessly maneuvering around in an attempt to free them. It's not long until you feel that familiar feeling starting to build up inside of you. It wasn't hard for you to reach this point, your walls convulsing violently as Akutagawa continues to plunge his entire length into you. You feel perfect around him, the way you can take him entirely, the way you tighten around him and squeeze him just right. It's enough to make him release inside of you.
He shows no sign of slowing down, his thrusts still matching the pace he's set, his stamina shows no sign of depleting and you wonder how many rounds he can go. Demons can't get tired from something like this, can they? He's determined to claim you, mark you as his forever. His cum is leaking out of you with every thrust, you can feel it leak down your thigh every time he's pulling out of you. You're sore, breathing shallow, head heavy and ears ringing. At this point it's instinct, a second nature as you involuntarily tighten around him again. He’s so desperate and rough, everything’s shaking as the headboard of the bed slams against the wall. It's enough to send him over the edge again, releasing inside of you and you feel full. You whimper as he pulls out of you, feeling empty without him filling you up. He admires the amount of his essence coating his cock and how much is leaking out of your hole. He feels satisfied, it's enough for now, he thinks as he affirms that this should be enough to make you his. He voices this concern aloud, making sure you're aware of this, aware that you are now his and only his.
