you have no idea how you got here.
A/N: i uh. i don’t know. i started black clover, and yeah. felt this man needed some attention lol. there’s nsfw under here, so yeah. if you’re under 18 pls go away we are consenting adults over here!!!! idk what i’m doing over here honestly. this is so different from what i remember. first time i’ve written in years and i got kinda carried away. enjoy. 🤣
today was one of those days. everything was too much. you were exhausted, your hands were cramping, your legs were worn out, and you had one of the worst headaches you’ve had in a really long time. you couldn’t wait to get home, take a hot bath, and spend the rest of your evening laying in bed and taking a moment to breathe.
you never expected Captain Yami to barge into your room with a grumble of, “i need a damn cigarette.”
you looked over your shoulder as you stood in the mirror, your long hair cascading down your back as you roll your eyes and stare back at the large man now filling your door frame. you rolled your eyes, waving a hand at him as you turn back to look at yourself, fixing your shorts and tank top (that were way too short and tight to begin with.) “well good evening to you too captain. they’re on my nightstand. although i don’t know why you’re bothering ME for cigarettes when you can easily go get your own.”
Yami looks at you, a smirk on his face as he grabs a cigarette from your nightstand, slipping it between his lips and sparking it with your lighter. “it’s easier to steal them from you, kid.”
you roll your eyes again, a soft smile playing on your lips. “oh, so the captain has resorted to stealing from his own team. you’re lucky i don’t mind sharing them with you.” you turn towards him, taking in the way the candlelight illuminates him in your room. you knew from the moment you saw him that he was a big man, but having him in such close proximity, you could really tell just how tall and strong he actually is.
ever since you became part of Yami’s crew, you developed friendships with every member of the team. you were eternally grateful to Yami for welcoming you to join his team, and you knew you would succeed with them. but deep down you knew one of the other main reasons why you accepted his invitation to join. you needed a reason to be able to stare at him without being judged. everyone knew Yami was handsome, and you were no different. ever since joining, you’ve spent more nights than you can count getting off to the thought of him, what he’d feel like, how he’d handle you.
“you got a problem with me bumming cigarettes from you, little one? speak up now if it’s a problem.”
his words caught you off guard, although the tone of his voice lets you know he isn’t serious. “i mean, i don’t have a problem with it. but don’t you think you should pay me for them?”
he looks over at you, taking a drag from his cigarette before raising an eyebrow. “PAY you? for a fucking cigarette?”
you meet his eyes and can see fire behind them. you ignore the heat pooling in your lower belly before walking towards him, reaching up to pull the lit cigarette from his lips, your fingers lingering a little too long and a little too close, before placing it between your teeth and smiling. “yeah. pay me.”
Yami doesn’t flinch, but you can see his jaw tense in the slightest way. he crosses his arms over his chest as he watches you take a drag, shaking his head. “you better watch your attitude, kid. one of these days, someone’s gonna come along and fuck that attitude right out of you.”
you drop the cigarette, his comment obviously having more of an impact on you than you thought. your change in demeanor, even for the slightest second, doesn’t go unnoticed. Yami smirks, raising an eyebrow again, obviously taking note in the way your body stiffened. “oh? so that’s the reason you always have an attitude. you just want someone to make a mess of you. don’t you?”
your cheeks flush almost instantly, your eyes darting across the room for anything as a distraction. you can feel his gaze on you, can feel the way his eyes rake over your body, making you feel instantly exposed. you cross your arms over your chest, trying to hide the way your body is betraying your usual calm demeanor.
“i.. Captain Yami, i don’t..”
he crosses the room in three strides, one hand splaying across your back to press your body into his, as his other hand reaches up, lacing his fingers through your hair. “you think i don’t hear you at night? the way you moan my name, begging for me? needing me? if you wanted me to fuck the attitude out of you, you should’ve just said so, princess.”
you don’t have a second to even think about what’s happening before you’re pulled into a heated kiss, one that tastes like smoke and pent up need. you immediately melt, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you impossibly closer, tongue slipping across your bottom lip, begging for access. you moan softly into his mouth as his fingers tighten in your hair, angling your head so he can slip his tongue in deeper. you can feel his body heat radiating off of him through his shirt, can feel the way his cock hardens against your thigh. the sensation sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your cunt.
he pulls away from your lips, looking down at you as he walks you back until your back is against the wall. the cool tile is an intense contrast to the heat you feel, between Yami’s body pressed against you, his warm hand on your back, and the slick wetness pooling between your legs. “you’ve been driving me fucking crazy. the way you walk around here in shorts that barely cover your ass, shirts that barely cover your tits.” his hand slips from your back to the front, sliding up to cup one of your breasts, immediately pinching your nipple just to feel you squirm. “since you need an attitude adjustment so bad, why don’t you be a good girl and get on your fucking knees.”
you needed no further instruction, immediately sinking down until you’re eye level with the massive bulge straining against his pants. his fingers are still in your hair, tightening the slightest at the sight of you. his voice drops an octave as he bends down slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. “open your mouth, pretty girl.” you immediately oblige, opening your mouth, a soft smile gracing your features as you do. you can practically feel his cock twitch as he groans, holding your head back slightly to spit onto your tongue before sliding his fingers out of your hair to cup your face, the pad of his thumb rubbing the wad of spit on your tongue. “you’re fucking dirty. now be good and swallow.”
you do as your told, swallowing with no hesitation, a wide grind on your lips after you’re done. his fingers fumble with the button of his pants, desperately trying to get the constraining fabric off of him as quickly as possible. he pulls his pants down, and your eyes practically bulge out of your head. you weren’t new to sex, not even close. but the sheer size of him had your pussy gushing, wondering how the hell you were going to fit all of him in your mouth. he smiles at the way you look back at him. “what’s wrong? thought you needed an attitude adjustment, don’t get shy on me now.”
you swallow hard, your eyes lighting up despite your nerves. “i’m not shy. just didn’t know you were.. fucking huge.”
Yami laughs, the smile on his face absolutely intoxicating. “think you can handle it?”
you bite your lip as your smirk, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock, only to find that you can barely close your fingers the entire way around his length. you moan softly, tongue peaking through your lips to gently lick at the head. you catch the drops of pre cum resting on your tongue, the taste almost addictive. he groans, resting his other hand against the wall as his other cups your cheek, his thumb stroking your cheekbone slowly. he gently guides your face closer, silently insinuating what he wants.
you can hear your heart pounding in your ears as you wrap your lips around his cock, lips stretching so far you can barely fit him in your mouth. the weight of his cock on your tongue is driving you insane as you build up a steady rhythm, gagging slightly when he hits the back of your throat. tears prick your eyes as you swallow around him, locking his gaze as you gag, watching as his eyes squeeze shut as he uses every ounce of strength to not shove his hips forward.
he lets go of your cheek to brace himself against the wall as he watches you try to take even more of his cock down your throat. you can feel the way the muscles in his thighs tighten before he’s wrapping a hand in your hair to pull you off his cock, a string of spit connecting your lips to him. he helps you to your feet, a hand bracing your hip as your knees buckle, only for him to slip his hands under your thighs to lift you up and wrap your legs around his waist. he finds your lips in another scorching kiss as he carries you to your bed, laying you gently on your back as he makes quick work of getting your clothes off. your shorts and tank top are discarded with minimal effort, and you find yourself blushing as you instinctively close your legs, embarrassment evident on your face at how wet you are. Yami took immediate notice.
“hey, don’t be getting shy now. lemme see that pretty pussy.”
you hide your face in your hands, refusing to look up at him as your legs fall open, a soft moan leaving his lips as you feel him shuffle downward until his head is nestled between your thighs, his scruff scratching your skin in the best way possible. you can practically hear the smirk in his voice. “who would’ve thought you were hiding this pussy from me all this time.” you feel his breath ghost over your core, your hips immediately seeking his mouth. “you’re soaked. look at you, you’re already dripping on the sheets. been thinking about this, haven’t you?”
you peek from between your fingers to see Yami smirking up at you, light sheen of sweat clinging to his forehead, broad shoulders practically bulging out of his tank top. strong hands slide to the underside of your thighs, pressing back so your knees hit your chest, and wastes absolutely no time, lips wrapping around your clit and flicking his tongue against it. your hands immediately find his hair, pulling him immediately closer to your core. he’s messy with it, pulling back every so often to spit at your hole before pressing his tongue into you to mix it with your arousal. he moves one of his arms up and across to hold both of your legs up so he can use the other to sink two thick fingers into you with no resistance. your walls tighten immediately around his fingers and you can feel the smirk on his face as he curls them up and presses against your spot.
“holy fuck, right there,” you’re panting at him, and he pulls away to look up at you, mouth and chin glistening with your juices and his own spit. “you need to fuck me, please, i need you so bad.”
he cocks an eyebrow. “and who the hell said you deserve for me to fuck you?”
your eyes immediately fill with tears, his fingers still pressed against your spot, keeping a consistent pressure as his thumb rubs slowly at your clit, keeping you right at the edge. “please, please, you have to, please daddy-“
he stops his movements and you damn near cry, but his eyes darken with a kind of passion you never saw before. he grins up at you, slipping his fingers out of you completely and using both hands to press your knees against your chest again, exposing you completely and allowing him to line the head of his cock to your hole. “is this what you want princess? you want daddy to fuck you? do you think you deserve it? you’ve been a pain in my damn ass with all that attitude since you came here. complaining all the damn time, bugging me about stealing your smokes, knowing damn well you’d never tell me no.”
you feel a tear slip down the side of your face, the thought of having Yami right there, right where you want him, and he won’t give you what you want. you look up at him, cheeks pink with embarrassment of how badly you need him. “no i’m sorry daddy, i promise i’ll watch my attitude from now on, please i need you to fuck me, please?”
he smirks, moving his hands from your thighs, letting one rest on your hip while the other cradles your face. “then be a good girl and open for me, ‘s gonna be a biiiiiig stretch kid.” and with that he slides the head of his cock into you, stretching you open in ways you’d never felt before. you peak down to where you’re both now connected to find that he’s not even a third of the way in, and you immediately tremble at the sight. “i told ya. ‘s a big stretch. just try and relax f’me okay doll?”
you do as your told, taking a deep breath willing yourself to relax despite how full you feel already. your muscles relax a little and you feel him slide in more until you can feel him pressed flush against your ass. he gives you a bit to adjust, mumbling under his breath the entire time, “you’re so fuckin’ tight, shit, milkin’ me already. fuuuck princess, so pretty under me like this.”
you have no idea how you got here. you reach up to hold Yami’s face in your hands, pulling him down to meet you in a heated kiss, all tongue and a little bit of teeth. you can still taste the smoke from his cigarette on your tongue, giving you a quick reminder of what led to being stuffed full of Captain Yami’s cock.
you pull back for the slightest second, enough for you to breathe out, “you can move,” just to feel him pull you back in as he sets a rhythm that has you seeing stars behind your eyes. his pace is brutal, pulling out just enough to catch the head of his cock against your hole to press back in with no hesitation, bullying into your cervix. you’d never felt this before, you’d had been with other men before, but the way Yami’s cradling your face, kissing you like you’re the most precious thing on the planet as he’s fucking you in the filthiest way possible has your eyes rolling back, head falling back against the pillows. he kisses down your neck, the touch barely a whisper as his tongue follows the same path. your hands reach for his arms, digging your nails into the hard muscle of his biceps, as you moan for him.
“you’re taking me so well princess, i knew you could be a good girl for me. you’re making the cutest sounds right now.” he slips a hand down, fingers finding your clit to rub slippery circles over it. you can feel him everywhere, your entire body in overdrive. you’re already close, and he knows it, warm mouth curving into a smirk against your heated skin, “you’re clenching me so hard, you’re gonna cum aren’t ya? don’t be shy pretty girl, make a mess f’me.”
that really was all you needed.
between his praise, the overwhelming feeling of his skin on yours, his lips pressed ever so slightly against your pulse point, teeth grazing as his cock destroyed every sweet spot you never knew you had, you were gone. your orgasm hit harder than you ever thought it could, gushing out, soaking the sheets, his fingers and his cock. Yami fucked you through it, keeping his relentless pace. “there you go princess, making such a mess for me. gonna make me cum like this, shit..”
you couldn’t even process what he was saying, taken over by your heightened senses and how good you feel, how good he’s making you feel. you felt him pull out, his warm cum making a mess on your stomach. you gaze up at him, your eyes glimmering so much that he swears if he looked hard enough there were hearts in them. he collapses next to you, immediately wrapping a strong arm around your waste and pulling you into him, your face immediately buried in his chest.
you looked up at him, trying to catch your breath as he did the same thing. he gazed down at you, a soft smirk playing on his lips. “you really gonna work on your attitude?”
you blush instantly, hiding your face back in his chest, but a smile finding its way to your lips. “well i mean.. if you’re gonna fuck me like THAT? i.. may have to take it back.”
Yami laughs, one hand finding your hair as he presses a soft kiss to your head. “you’re something else, kid.” for a moment you both stay like that, not really sure of what this was or what was gonna happen after this, just super content to stay in this moment together. after a while, you hear a chuckle come from deep in his chest, and you peak up to see him grinning down at you.
“i could go for a cigarette.”
