#mr.compress

[awkward-artists]

Kill me. I’m begging you. My heart can’t take this.

[rosekeu]

RED. [dabi x reader]

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chapter 2 ; sypnosis: you make a new acquaintance, toga, she takes a surprising amount of interests and introduces you to your fellow members. now the first night living at the league of villains headquarters you end up alone, or so you thought.

a/n: im actually having a really good time writing this (maybe because y/n is so easy to write loll) anyways

Your gaze locked onto the moldy ceiling of your new room. You held your hand up, remembering the same motions you used for your quirk. The way your fingers swayed and curled. It was easy to call upon your power.

To harm. To torture. To kill.

Your breath became slow and steady, but there was a heavy weight on your chest. No matter how many times you flexed your fingers, that familiar red energy was gone. The cuffs still weighed on your wrists, a constant reminder that you were nothing but a caged bird.

The silence ended when the door of your room swung open, the girl from earlier seemingly eager to see you. She bounced into the room with an unsettling enthusiasm, her golden eyes gleaming with excitement. "You’re finally awake and all settled in!" she chirped, tilting her head. "How are you feeling?"

You didn't answer, not like you could anyway. You simply stared at her, lowering your hand and resting it against your stomach.

She giggled in response, unfazed. “You’re so quiet, but that's okay! The name’s Toga!”

Toga threw herself beside you on the squeaky bed,lying on her side to get a good look at you.

"You don’t know how happy I am to have another girl in the League!" she gushed, kicking her feet playfully. "It’s always just been me and big sis Magne—” The name trembled on her tongue as she took out a small knife from her belt. You turned your body towards her.

“You had nothing to do with that, right?” She locked eyes with you, wide and unblinking. The knife twirled effortlessly between her fingers, a nervous habit or a threat—you weren’t sure.

You shake your head, gesturing to your cuffs.

Toga let out a breath you were sure she didn't know she was holding. “Okay good! Tomura said that once you gain our trust he’ll take those off!”

She beamed at you, twirling a lock of blonde hair around her finger. “And I mean, trust takes time, right? But don’t worry! I’ll help you!”

You blinked at her, unsure how to act. 

Toga scooted closer, resting her chin in her hands as she studied you like you were her new favorite toy. “So, what’s your deal? You don’t talk, you’ve got that cool little mind trick, and Dabi was all mysterious when he brought you here.” She pouted. “He never tells me anything fun.”

You just stared.

She giggled, unfazed. “You’re so cute when you’re all serious like that! I bet Dabi thinks so too~”

Your eyes almost bulge out of your eye sockets. 

“Oh come on~” She teased, grabbing your hand. “He was all like– she’s so strong blah blah blah— she’s got potential blah blah blah,” She stops and leans close to your ear. “But between us, I just think he finds you pretty.”

You sit up, shaking and flinging your head and arms rapidly. As if you were physically deleting the words from the air. You don’t believe her, not one bit.

She furrowed her brows for a moment, and then smiled. Like a lightbulb had lightened up in her head. You watched her closely, you didn’t even know her for ten minutes but her emotions and expression told you everything.

“Come on! I’ll introduce you to the league!” Toga stood up enthusiastically, handing her hand out towards you. 

You shake your head profusely, with slightly pleading eyes.

Toga pouted dramatically, tilting her head. “Aww, don’t be shy! They don’t bite—well, maybe Twice talks too much, but he’s harmless!”

She grabs your forearm and pulls you out of the bed. You stumble slightly as she drags you across the room. Toga was surprisingly strong for her size.

“You can’t back out now!”

As you are being kidnapped once again but way less threatening towards what looked to be a living room. A misty purple being at the bar area, two guys lounging on the couch. A lizard looking fella sitting at the bar next to– Shigaraki.

And beside him, Dabi.

You try to plant your feet firmly on the hardwood floors but it's pointless. And for once you want your quirk back.

“Excuse me! Everyone!” Toga yells, still having a grip on your hand. And you stand like a deer in headlights.

“This is…” Toga spares you a glance. And you look around almost terrified. 

“Y/N.”

Dabi cuts the tense atmosphere, speaking up with an unknown confidence. 

How the fuck did he know your name?

Your head snaps toward him, eyes wide. Your name rolls off his tongue like he’s known it forever, like it was always meant to be spoken by him. But you know for a fact you never told him.

Toga releases your hand, bouncing on her heels. “Yup! Y/N’s our new friend! She’s gonna be staying with us from now on~”

She guides you across the room towards the couch, brushing past Dabi and Shigaraki in the process.

And you shoot a deadly glare at the man responsible for your current situation. And Dabi meets your glare with nothing but mild amusement, his stitched lips twitching at the corners. 

AS you are being sat on the old dusty couch, now between two masked guys. You look to your right and see a grey mask covering the face of the man beside you. He tilts his head slightly, voice bouncing between nervous excitement and hesitation.

“Hey, hey! New friend! That’s great! I hate her! What if she’s secretly plotting to kill us in our sleep?”

Toga giggles and you just stare at him bewildered. 

“Don't worry, Twice. She’s not gonna kill you.”

Before you can even process his erratic energy, the man on your left shifts, adjusting his hat.

“Now, now,” he muses, voice smooth and theatrical. “Let’s not overwhelm our guest.”

You glance at him. “Mr. Compress—” He grabs your hand and kisses the back of it. “M’Lady.”

You swallow nervously and look around trying to find something more interesting. And Toga calls your name. She’s standing beside the lizard looking guy. 

“This is Spinner, he might look all intimidating but he’s a real softy.” She says prancing around in her schoolgirl uniform.

Spinner scoffs, crossing his arms. “Don’t go spreading lies, Toga. I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”

Toga only giggles, clearly not taking him seriously.

The hours passed and you sat there watching TV with Twice, Mr.compress and Toga. The occasional contradicting comment from Twice and Toga teasing you and poking you with her knife. You didn’t really mind you were starting to get used to her presence.

One by one each member went to sleep and you were left alone on the couch. Eyes focused on the TV in front of you. Nothing on your mind in particular, just the feeling you've been in the same position before. 

The TV lights illuminate your face, flashing with colors as you pull your knees close to your chest. Your new bracelets (handcuffs) ringing in the process. 

There's a stubborn weight that carries inside you. Like a gaping hole waiting to be filled. 

The feeling is eerily familiar. Sitting in the dim glow of the television, silence stretching around you, the empty space beside you colder than it should be. It reminds you of nights in the compound,  excruciatingly lonely hours where you sat in the dark, too exhausted to sleep but too drained to move.

It doesn't feel the same as back then(when Chisaki had his chokehold on you) but doesn’t feel entirely different either. The weight in your chest presses deeper, that hollow ache lingering, stubborn and unshaken.

You’re so caught in the fog of your thoughts that you don’t notice the presence behind you until a voice cuts through the silence.

“Déjà vu?”

Your head turns slightly. Dabi stands there, hands in his pockets, watching you with a lopsided smirk. But his eyes—sharp, betray him showing a quiet curiosity.

You blink once then nod. 

He exhales, stepping forward and takes a seat next to you. The cushions dipping under his weight. The smell of burnt fabric and something smoky lingers around him. 

For a while, he doesn’t say anything. You both sit there watching the screen flicker with a cliche sitcom. 

Dabi tilts his head in your direction, eyeing your figure.His inspectful gaze ending on your arms, they were littered with scars some deep, others lighter, all different shapes. Then landed on your cuffed wrists.

“Comfortable?” He asked, his voice laced with sarcasm. 

You lift your arms, rattling the cuffs lightly before raising an eyebrow at him.

He huffs a quiet chuckle, looking back at the TV. “Figured.” 

The two of you lapse into silence again, the TV’s glow flickering against your faces. It’s oddly easy, sitting here like this. Dabi doesn’t push for conversation, doesn’t try to fill the quiet with meaningless words.

He shifts slightly, resting one ankle over his knee, his fingers lazily tapping against his thigh. The sound is quiet, almost like he’s thinking.

“C’mon.” 

You stared at him, confused.

He doesn’t say anything more, just stands up, shoving his hands in his pockets. His expression is unreadable, but there’s something in his eyes, something you can’t pinpoint.

You hesitate for a moment before rising to your feet, the cuffs clinking as you move. 

Dabi glances at them but doesn’t say anything. He just walks to the door, and you follow.

You were supposed to earn the trust of the League right? Maybe this was the perfect opportunity.

As you walked out into the open, the chilly night air felt crisp against your skin. The city hums around you— streetlights buzzing, the occasional car that passes you both by, distant police sirens that seem to trigger you. You tense your shoulders and take a deep breath. 

You’ve never really been out in the world before. You didn’t expect it to be this crowded. Dabi leads the way in front of you, almost instinctively knowing where to go, where to turn. 

Eventually– you arrived. A small run-down diner tucked between tall buildings, its neon sign flickering with dim lighting. The glass windows fogged and you could see some silhouettes from the inside, conversing and eating.

Dabi pushes the door open, the little bell above jingling softly.

You step inside, warmth wrapping around you instantly, carrying the scent of coffee, fried food, and something sweet. The lights buzz above, casting a dull glow over cracked vinyl booths and a long blue counter lined with stools. Dabi takes a seat on one of the booths by the corner.

You slide in across from him, eyes wandering. You’ve never been in a place like this before, never sat in one of these worn-down booths, never stared at a food menu.

Dabi watches you, amusement flickering in his gaze. He leans forward, propping his chin on his hand. “What? Never been to a shitty diner before?”

You shake your head, the tip of your fingers softly trailing the rim of the table. 

That makes him snort. “Man, you really did get robbed, huh?” He flicks open the menu, scanning it lazily. “They’ve got everything here—noodles, pancakes, whatever the hell a ‘Soba milkshake’ is.” His lips twitch. “Pick something.”

You hesitate as he turns the menu towards you, your eyes scan it. The options seem endless. It’s all so overwhelming and you can’t help but glance up at him.

He catches the look and scoffs. “Don’t give me that. I’m not ordering for you.” But there’s no bite to his words, just that quiet teasing he never seems to get sick of.

For the first time in a long while, something unfamiliar stirs in your chest. Not fear, not exhaustion. Something lighter.

You tap a picture of a milkshake. A pink one you can’t seem to pronounce in your head. 

Dabi raises a brow, and shrugs. “Good choice.”

[great-cats]

BNHA chapter 428 prediction

[adigevn]

🦝Mr.Compress has become a little bit of a tanuki...

[mossy-opal]

Spoiled Rotten

Sako Atsuhiro x Reader

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Torture, Mentions of What Happend to Giran, Medical Jargon, Smut

It was different, working here and being a proper doctor. It was quite the cushy lifestyle, it paid well, you could do your research however you pleased, no one ever really bothered you…

Until it started getting odd.

You never asked questions, it was better not to. It was safer to keep your head down and move on, to stay safe, to stay unseen. But, when your supervisor had told you to remove the fingers of a man who didn’t need the surgery, questions started popping up in your mind. Who were you really working for, what was their business, why did they have you do this, what would happen to you if you didn’t comply? So many questions, so little time.

You tried to ignore that nagging feeling that something was wrong, that feeling that ate at the back of your mind and chewed it’s way through your chest. You were hurting a man who, for all you knew, didn’t deserve to be hurt. You were torturing a man.

Eventually, you did find out why you were doing those things, and it made you sick to your stomach with dread. You knew you were torturing him, but you were torturing him for specific information. Information on the League of Villains. You were in far too deep to back out now, and there was no way you wouldn’t be killed if you dared try. You were apart of a liberation group, and you didn’t even have a quirk to liberate. They supported your courses through college, fast-tracked you to get your doctorate, paid you handsomly, gave you an endless amount of tools and time to do whatever you so pleased. You thought some sort of good luck had finally shined upon you, but this wasn’t good luck. This wasn’t even luck to begin with.

This was a curse.

Things got a lot busier for you after your little realisation. Your clinic was one of the only buildings left untouched by the beast that had rampaged the city, and the destruction that Tomura Shigaraki had caused. You had to confirm the deaths of hundreds, which became hard when they were piles of ash. Not only that, you had to help aid in the recovery of even more. Including the League.

Which went far better than you were anticipating. You expected push back from at least some of them, complaints about being touched by “the enemy”, but no. Nothing. You even aided in the recovery of Shigaraki himself, and he was silent for the most part. Toga was easy to take care of, you gave her a lollipop after her treatment, Jin too. Dabi was fine for the most part, as was Shuichi- Spinner.

Your favourite patient however, was Mr. Compress. Otherwise known as Sako Atsuhiro. He wasn’t injured too extremely, but he was facsinating because he had been amputated. Due to your aiding in the removal of poor Giran’s fingers, you had looked into amputation more, looking into what you could do and how you could possibly replace what was lost. You researched the possiblities in prosthetics and the capabilities that they could have, as well as how you could possibly improve them.

Sako was the perfect candidate for your experimentations. He was perfectly willing as well, which was just icing on the cake. It was the least you could do for them, not only to prove your loyalty to them and their cause, but also to, in your own way, atone for what you did to Giran. Which, you had admitted to them immediately. Granted you hadn’t known what exactly you were doing, only doing what you were told, but you still hurt the poor man, so you wanted to do something to help them, anything.

You researched prosthetics even more after that, and had worked not only on something for Giran, but for Sako as well. Unfortunately for Giran, there was not much you could do for fingers, unless you managed to weasel your way into getting nerve-technology from your managers, and even then it wasn’t likely to work. Sako was an easier feat. Of course, before you did any kind of experimentations on him or worked on anything, you had to speak with him, get to know him, get that doctor-patient bond that most doctors had with their patients.

Once again, he was willing to do that for you.

Maybe a bit too much, though.

He was certainly the showman of the League, often speaking in terms of grandure and theatrics, talking you up every chance he had. Every appointment, every opportunity, every time he passed you in the hallways, every time he saw you in town, he was at your side, telling you stories about his life, telling you his interests and dislikes.

It was… Cute.

He seemed to follow you like a lost puppy, perhaps it was the way you carried yourself, perhaps it was your similarity in age, maybe it was just because he was bored, you couldn’t tell. You didn’t need to ask. It was a habit of yours, maybe it was from your time with Destro and his goonies, but you didn’t mind it so much when it came to Sako.

You got to know him a lot more than a doctor should probably know their patient. You felt comfortable with him, you connected with him, you loved working with him and working on his arm, it was fun for you, he made it easy.

That became a problem when you started feeling more than a doctor to him.

You felt like a confidant for him, someone he could come to if he needed to, and to some extent, you were. But he visited your home in his off-time, went to lunch with you, even asked you about dinner from time to time.

You couldn’t allow that.

It was drastically inappropriate for a doctor to take advantage of a patient in a way such as that, there had to be a line drawn somewhere. But if you were to be fair with yourself, you did like him a lot. He was a villain, you worked for villains, you did some evil acts yourself.

You worked for villains.

…

Rules be damned, you deserved to endulge yourself, it wasn’t like he was that much younger than you anyway. So anytime he’d make a comment, anytime he’d make a flirt, you would match him. Anytime he offered to pay for something, you had it covered. You gifted him plenty of new clothes, expensive snacks imported from other countries, and you used the ludicrious amount of fincances you were paid to spoil him completely.

You could tell he was… Not used to the treatment.

It made you smile every time he would faulter or flounder over his words. Anytime you saw his face, you always complimented him for how handsome he looked, and you loved to see the blush that would reach his ears.

It became a sort of competition between the two of you, to see who would fluster the other more, who would flirt harder, who would make the first official move. You oftentimes topped his gifts and won on that front, because your funds were almost limitless. Sako lived in the mansion of Re-Destro, but you offered your home to him as a more private alternative. He didn’t have to move in if he didn’t want to, but you offered.

He took you up on it.

That was when things got… Harder.

You hade a very neat and tidy home, your schedule and work ethic carrying over into how you did things at home. Wake up, go for a walk, eat, shower, go to work. At work you would care for patients, do paperwork, eat lunch, work with more patients, and go home. You’d make dinner, look over more paperwork, shower again, and go to bed.

Now with Sako, he got to see how you worked, and he got to see a more relaxed side of you.

No longer in a button down shirt and slacks, you’d walk around your home in the shortest shorts, the tightest shirts, he was sure you weren’t wearing anything underneath. It made his mouth water, it made his pants tighter, it made working with you a lot more difficult, because all he could imagine were those damn shorts you wore. All he could think of when you bent over to install his new arm was the view he’d get when you’d bend over at home. Down your shirt, the curve of your ass, your flushed face after your walks, your silent moans when you crack your neck.

“Sako?”

What he wouldn’t give to hear you say his name, all breathy and whiney.

“Sako?”

You’d beg him for more, he coudl certainly rpay you like that, if only you’d allow it.

“Sako!”

He shook his head and blinked, “I’m so sorry my dear, were you speaking to me?”

You laughed, yet another music to his hears, “Yes, I was asking if this prosthetic feels better, if you have any complaints, and I was asking you to move your arm~”

He laughed nervously, thankful for his mask to be on today to hide his shame from you. He did as you asked him, feeling how the prosthetic fit him, how it felt. So far he had no complaints, and as he flexed his arm to test how it felt, he noticed it.

“Something’s different…”

You giggle, nodding, “Yes, something is very different.”

He moved it again, and he watched as his hand moved, his fingers flexing as he tested the new piece. He wasn’t sure, but he wanted to check before he freaked out.

He grabbed your hand, your skin was soft.

“Sako?”

“How did you manage this? What-”

You laughed again, a soft flush coming to your face, “Well don’t tell anyone you’re my favourite patient but… I did this specifically for you. Destro didn’t particularly allow me to look into or work with nerve technology, but I did it out of my own paycheck. It was a lot, but if it allows you to feel once again, I think it’s worth it.”

He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to marry you if you’d allow it. He wanted to do so much to repay you, even though he knew he never could.

You were a saint to him, a saviour, a dream come true, an angel. He wanted to tell you everything, but…

Anytime he flirted, anytime you flirted back, he thought you figured he was simply joking, that this was how he acted with everyone, despite that not being the case. He was never like this before he met you. Sure, he was a sweet-talker, someone who knew how to carry a conversation, with a bit of flair added to it, but he wasn’t openly flirtatious with anyone. Maybe in his teen years, but not now. Not for well over a decade.

“How could I ever thank you for this I- I don’t want to ever take this off! I can feel again, really feel! It’s fantastic!”

You laughed, shaking your head, your hand stil in his. He was always like this, always determined to repay you for your kindness, despite telling him time and time again he needn’t worry about it. Every new suit or costume, every new mask, every snack, every lunch, every day. There was nothing you needed from him, nothing more you wanted from him.

Just his company was enough.

“Please be sure to remove it when you shower, just to be sure to wash your arm properly. As for re-fastening it, it’s just like any other one of your prosthetics…”

You kept explaining it to him, but he couldn’t hear you. Obviously he would follow your instructions, but all he could think about was tonight. When you’d get home, how he’d repay you. A movie? No, far too cheesy. It had to be something phenomenal. Something that would make your jaw drop. Something to prove to you what he meant when he flirted with you.

When you had waved him off to see other patients, he told you he’d see you at home, that alone warmed your heart- He called your home his home. The rest of your shift went on smoothly, you checked out a child patient and a few others, the most exciting thing that happened today was Sako’s appointment.

Until you got home.

As soon as he left, he went to a flower shop. Then, he got candles. Next, he got ingredients for a meal to make for you, wine, the works. You usually caqme home to make dinner, it was an honour to help you make dinner, the two of you often cooked together. Not today though, today he wanted to spoil you as much as he could. If this didn’t show you how he felt, he didn’t know what would.

He cleaned up the little mess there was, he set up the roses all over the house in little vases, he lit the candles when he was done cooking, everything was set up perfectly, right on time.

“What…?”

Walking out of the kitchen soace, Sako bows, dressed in half a suit you had gotten him, his lseeves rolled up, his new prosthetic attached.

“Welcome home my dear…”

“Sako what is all this…?”

“My thanks to you, after everything you’ve done for me it is the least I can do for you~”

There were slight tears in your eyes, your face flushed and a surprised smile present. He offered you his hand, the hand you had just given him feeling back into, and you gladly took it. He led you to the dining area, sitting you down and serving you the meal he had prepared for you, your favourite.

“Sako, you didn’t have to do all of this…”

“Ah, but that’s where you’re mistaken my dear, I did. I wanted to. After everything you’ve done for me, it’s the very least I could do…. Save for asking for your hand.”

You could’ve sworn you stopped breathing.

Now or never.

“My dear I’m not quite sure if you realise, but I am quite fond of you. You’re very important to me, to the League. I couldn’t imagine what my life would be like without you in it. I am not your patient, and you are not my doctor. I adore you, I love you, and I want to call you mine.”

You would cry if you weren’t so shocked, you didn’t know what you would do if he kneeled onto one knee, you were thankful he didn’t. You’d probably die.

“Sako… I don’t know what to say…”

“You needn’t say a thing my dear, let’s enjoy dinner, and our evening together.”

You certainly did. There weren’t even dishes to do afterwards, because Sako cleaned them up for you. By the time you were ready to retire for bed, Sako had moved to go to his own room, but you grabbed his hand.

“Oh no, you don’t get your own room after confessing your love to me, you sleep with me now.”

He felt his face flush, “Darling I don’t think that’d be wise…”

You scoffed teasingly, “And why is that~?”

His chuckle sent shivers down your spine, as he moved closer to you, gently caressing your face, “Because, darling, I don’t think I’d be able to control myself at that point~”

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, your face flushing an even darker red.

“I wouldn’t want to disappoint you~”

“I don’t think that’s possible~”

His hand held your face as he leaned down to kiss you, the kiss feeling as if a weight was lifted off of your chest, it felt like you were floating, like you were finally free to express yourself to him, to give him everything, just like you wanted.

You pressed against him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding onto him as if your life depended on it. It was everything you had ever dreamed of and more, and it was so satisfying. Breaking the kiss for a short moment, you dragged him to your bedroom, opening and closing the door, quickly working on unbuttoning his shirt, Sako doing the same for you.

“Darling, slow down, I’m not going anywhere~”

You scoffed again, “As if you’re one to talk~”

You were right, as you were with most things. He was rushing to get your shirt unbuttoned, half-tempted to simply tear it open. The both of you were eager to finally, finally feel each other, fully. You had the opportunity to touch him however you needed, often stealing quick gropes you didn’t truly need, but Sako never got the chance, only dreaming of how soft you’d feel, how you’d feel between his fingers, against his body, on his tongue.

He finally had his chance, and he was not going to wait or hesitate any longer.

The kissing grew feverish as he pushed you into your bed, and lord the scent he loved was finally surrounding him fully as he laid you beneath him, touching and groping at your chest as his hands moved down your waist to remove your pants and underwear.

You pushed against his chest with your hand, making him stop kissing you. He would ask you why, but your eager hands moved to undo his own pants, and he chuckled again. He saw you pout and blush.

“So desperate for me, hm~?”

“Yes~”

He flushed at how forward you were, before you finally got his pants down, tangling your hands in his hair to pull him in for another kiss. He pushed himself against you as he crawled over you. Using his new prosthetic, he adored the feeling of your skin against his hand- His hand. Despite it being a prosthetic, this was apart of him, and this one was the easiest one for him to accept. All because of you. You had done so much for him…

You were shocked he had pulled away so abruptly, before he lifted your legs over his shoulders and started going down on you, making you squeal in surprise. No one had ever been this eager to do this for you, to lick and suck at your most inimate parts. You always had to beg for them to do anything, so this was a first for you. You saw him using his arms close wrap your legs around his head even tighter, his grip on your almost bruising as he pleased you.

It wasn’t just for you, either.

He had been dreaming of this, and nothing he ever dreamed of could compare to how divine you tasted, how wonderful it felt having your thighs wrapped around his head, how cute your little noises were. He moaned against you, and that made you moan even louder, your hand gripping his hair, and pulling.

He groaned at that, pulling away from you before you could finish, making you whine. He cooed at you, shaking his head.

“Don’t fret my dear, we’re not done yet… I want to take my time with you, to feel you in every way possible~”

With his new arm, he pressed a singular finger into you, curling it just right to make you whine. He chuckled, copying the motion over and over again, your hips bucking with every movement. He even had to hold your hips down.

“It’s a good thing I’m doing this darling,” He pushed another finger into you, scissoring you, “Neither one of us are used to this, so I need to be sure you’re taken extra care of, as to not hurt you~”

“S-Sako y-y-you’re teasing…”

He clicked his tongued as he cooed at you, “Yes, I am~”

He chuckled while he fucked you slowly with his fingers, his other hand wrapped around his cock, moving in time. The sight before him he wanted to remember, every sinlg detail, Your head was rolled back, your mouth wide open with praise and moans falling out in slurs, your chest rising and falling, your legs wide open with him slotted between them, playing with you, and touching himself.

It was beautiful, the dance you two were doing.

Once he added another finger in, he began moving faster, making your hips start bucking again, making him tut. He stopped stroking himself, immediately gripping your hip and holding you down.

“Stop. Moving.”

You whined and it was gorgeous, but you needed to be good and behave. So you did, moving to grip the hand that was burried deep inside you, and he jolted when he remembered he could feel it again. You whined and you begged, and before you could reach ecstasy, he stopped, pulling his fingers out of you.

“Sako~!”

“Ah ah ah, no complaining dear~” He squeezede your hips again as he lined himself up with you, chuckling to himself, “Ooh darling, I can’t wait to mark you up~”

Before you could ask what he meant, he pushed in to you, hissing at the feeling, kissing you deeply, swallowing your squeal. He stayed there for a moment, your hips twitching at his sudden intrusion, but not moving more than that. He chuckled into your mouth, moving to kiss at your cheeks, biting your jaw line, kissing your neck ever so gently, before he bite you again. Hard. You gasped a moan, moaning once more when he first thrusts his hips into you. He groans against your neck as he bites you again, in a different area, sucking at you neck, doing as he promised.

Marking you up.

You never imagined he’d fit inside of you so perfectly, making you feel more full than you ever had, his thrusting being the slowest torture you’ve ever experienced. You figured you deserved it, despite thinking this to be torture, you knew he was just treating you right, taking his time with you, making sure you felt every inch.

Your past partners went hard and fast, and ver rarely did you ever get to where you needed to go while they chased after their own highs. But Sako was unlike any of your previous partners, having gotten you to the edge twice already, before teasing you with that feeling of fleeting pleasure, before doing it again. Sako was a man who knew how to please his partner, and he had plenty of time to plot exactly what he wanted to do to you.

He wanted you to be shattered around him, he wanted you to feel what you did to him, and he wanted you to get there first. Pulling away from your hickey-ridden neck, he smirked. His hands were on your hips, occassionally squeezing them. His hips started moving faster, his prosthetic moving to toy with you further as he continued to fuck into you.

“Ha-ha Darling~ You feel soo good wrapped around me like this~ Y-you haven’t a clue how long- Mmm- How long I’ve wanted you like this… All for me, marked up, begging, just for me~”

You moaned with a nod, feeling your climax coming up even faster now.

“Tell me, who- Who do you belong to? Who makes you feel this good~?”

“You- S-sako, you do~! Y-you- A-always been you- You~!”

He laughed softly, his hips stuttering, “F-fuck- I-I can’t last much lon-longer~”

“P-please… Please please-”

“Mmmm, please what~?”

“L-let me cum- Please~! Cum inside me- fuck I don’t care~! I love you so much I want it~!”

That was enough to send him over the edge, well over the edge. Cursing to himself as his hips stuttered again, spurting into you, he faltered atop you, holding himself up as he pressed closer to you.

When he came, you snapped, cumming yourself. You screamed silently before you moaned into his ear, thanking him. He was confused, in the height of his climax, he didn’t feel you finish, so why were you thanking him?

“That was… Amazing…”

“But, ha, you didn’t…”

You laughed, kissing his cheek and shaking your head, “Oh no love, I did. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Ever. You didn’t even use any toys and you made me see stars~”

Sako laughed, slowly pulling out of you, watching his essence ooze from you. “Well, it was quite the performance from us both, no~?”

“A performance I’d love to see again~”

You were going to be the death of him.

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I bought it😁

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Mr Compress showing off Spinner's book to Gaten (and the guards).