A/N: Yet another little smut scene, *no longer a drabble (Drabble? Who's she?), but still short. Like with my other drabbles, you can imagine any character you want here, it's usually just a man and a woman having a good time. Today I give you oral sex, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex and creampies. And cars (so think up an AU where it works, if you will).
WARNING: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! // WORDS: 1.3k // AO3
“Lemme take a look under the hood, miss,” he's said, and now she's sitting on the warm metal, gripping his broad shoulders, legs held open by strong hands, while he has his head buried under her skirt.
His tongue is as hot as the sun batting down on them, licking through her folds with fervor and certainty, expert motions, warm lips, teasing teeth, kissing, sucking, nibbling, pulling her sensitive skin into his mouth, nose rubbing against her clit.
He's lapping at her like a man starved, the slurping and squelching noises mixing with the chirp of cicadas, the subtle squeak of the car beneath her, her own rapid breaths. He's good, knows what to do, where to look and lick. She's come to the right place.
Her skirt obstructs the view, but she's still on display, writhing and squirming, bare feet squeaking over the metal hood in an attempt to anchor herself. He's ruthless in his assault, focusing now fully on that sensitive bundle of nerves, flicking his tongue around it, laving it, sucking on it.
She's losing it, her head spinning, it's too hot, the air is stale and dry, and her lungs are protesting. The tension in her belly is like a burning thing, growing and expanding, filling her out like she wishes he would fill her out.
He groans into her, the sound vibrating through her clenching cunt. His hands move, one big palm pressed to her stomach, forcing her down on her back, the other slipping under the tent of her skirt as well. He's teasing her, nibbling on her clit while his fingers slide through her slick before they take a dip into her heat, plunging deep, two at once, pushing in and out, scissoring inside her, stretching, massaging, curling against that sweet spot.
She arches her back, shoulders pressed into the hood, cries out, thighs trembling around his shoulders, her own shaking hand gripping at his wrist, nails sinking into his skin before he slips his long fingers between hers, holding her hand, heavy on her stomach. He pumps his other digits into her, licks her clit, the tension explodes within her. Their joined hands hold her down when she convulses, jerks her hips against his face and fingers, shivering under the hot sun.
He licks up every drop with broad strokes of his tongue, his fingers moving slower, bringing her down gently before they retreat, gripping her twitching thigh, warm and slick and strong, while he pushes his mouth to her lower lips, kisses her deeply, tongue pressing into her quivering hole.
She wails again, quietly in the open space, her voice drowned by the screeching insects trying to be louder.
He's shifting, emerging from under her skirt, nose and lips and chin glistening in her juices, hair messy, face flushed. She's also red in the face, panting, trying to avoid those hungry eyes. His hands find her warm cheeks when he straightens up, towering over her.
His kiss tastes tangy, salty, sweet, all at once and more, her own taste on his tongue as he claims her mouth. She moans into it, clinging to his bare back, sweat slick and strong, muscles flexing beneath sun touched skin. He pushes her up the hood of the car, his hips between her shaking legs, pinning her down, skirt flipped up entirely now. His body is blocking the view, she couldn't care less who sees her.
With his tongue wrestling hers, he grips her waist, one hand disappearing between them, the clink of a belt, the whirring scrape of a zipper, a little groan when he grips his cock and guides it to her dripping cunt. She moans into his mouth, fingernails sinking into his skin while he sinks into her, small frantic rolls of his hips as he slowly fucks her open, stretches her, fills her, in and out, inch by inch until he's bottomed out.
His hands on her hips pull her into him, closer, deeper, her legs spasm against him before she hooks them around his thick thighs. Muscles flex under denim, his grip rough as he starts pulling out to slam back in, over and over again, his grunts as loud as her moans, the kiss messy and breathless.
She's lightheaded, sun-burnt, a sweaty mess in his strong grip, her hands gripping at his waist, leaving angry crescent-shaped marks as she squirms against him, trying to meet his thrusts.
He leans back, leaving her tingling lips, presses his forehead to hers, eyes staring into her soul, warm and dark and mesmerizing, hungry, breaths hot and dizzying, mingling. His hips slam into her slower, deeper, setting an excruciating rhythm, taunting, teasing, slow and steady while they're both burning under the sun, the heat inside her belly almost as unbearable.
She's whimpering, grinding her pelvis into him, digs her heels into his lower back, eyes pleading. The smirk on his lips makes her angry, growling through her gritted teeth. His hands tighten around her hips, fingers bruising, and when he leans back fully, a barely there shadow falling onto her shaking body, looking down at her, he stops moving altogether, cock hard and swollen inside her clenching cunt.
She wants to protest, whine, beg, but he only looks at her, tilting his head, before he slowly moves back, cockhead scraping against her tight walls, before he slams back in with a force that makes her yelp, flinch, cry out, as he hits her deepest spot, tip squished against her cervix.
The pain is there, sharp, short, dissipating slowly before it's back, dragging retreat, the hint of reprieve, then another deep stab, hard, fast, agonizing. Again and again, until he grows impatient and just hammers into her, her moans and cries broken up, voice strained, helpless, as his cock pistons in and out, rough and unrelenting, and all she can do is take it.
He grunts, sweat running down his temple, a fine sheen on his bare torso, muscles flexing, his teeth bared and gritted, hands digging into her soft skin. Pull, push, stab. Pull, push, stab. Her own sweat mixes with tears, her cries soundless little puffs of air, her head filled with vertigo and bliss, pain and pleasure. One big hand splayed on her hip, the other moving between them, thumb pressing hard against her clit, and she yelps again, and again, coming hard around his pounding cock, juices coating his length, squelching out with every deep slam.
The car is rocking beneath them, suspension squeaking, needs to be oiled. She's come to the right place. Come at the right place. Over and over again until she's a boneless mess, lying on the hood of her car, arms splayed out beside her, sweaty palms squeaking over metal with every deep thrust, body moved up and down, insides convulsing, muscles contracting, tight around his thick cock. He grunts, groans, huffs, head red under the sun, under the exertion, working overtime.
He comes with a low growl, animalistic, body twitching against her, burying himself deep within her clenching heat, balls tightening, cock spasming, filling her with his hot seed, spurt after burning spurt. She gasps when his hand pushes on her stomach, before he slowly pulls out, panting, eyes glued to her reddened pussy, watching intently, an expert's eye, head tilted, then he slaps his hand on her folds, making her wince.
She's pulled onto her feet, barely able to think, to function, dizzy from the sun and the special service. He lifts her feet, one at a time, puts her panties back on, slides them up her shaking legs. His cum drips down her inner thigh, slowly, slow enough for him to gather it on his finger and push it back up, between her glistening folds, back into her clenching hole. She moans at the sensation, gripping his arm for support. He keeps his finger in her while he pulls her underwear back in place, pumping it slowly before removing it, gently dragging his wet fingertip between her covered folds, trapping his seed.
“I believe there's been a leak, miss,” he says, fixing her skirt, making her presentable again as he looks at her with a proud smile, having found the problem, while she looks up at him with a soft giggle, feeling their combined juices drenching the fabric between her trembling thighs.
Summary: (Priest!Ben x Female Reader) Adapting to your new normal comes with some disappointments. But you can always count on your priest to lift your spirits.
Word Count: 5.7K
Warnings: Strong language, irreverence, dark humour, religious imagery & desecration, explicit sexual content including oral sex (giving). Readers must be 18+
A/N: Thank you all so much for your patience, I'm so happy to be posting again. I'm not entirely happy with the writing in this chapter, it's definitely not my strongest work so I apologise in advance if anyone notices a drop in quality. I'll be back on top form in the next one (I hope).
This part includes a little nod to Fleabag S2, the original inspiration for this story.
His kiss was like a bruise, an aching reminder of a heady collision. And much like a bruise, you couldn't help but touch it; poking and prodding with fascination at the memory of an impact just beneath your skin.
The evening sun gleamed golden through the cloudy bus window as you rested your elbow against it, running the tips of your fingers across your lips, keeping him close to the surface. You hadn't wanted to leave the church. You weren't sure he wanted you to leave either; the pressure of his body against yours, pinning you to the wall of that quiet, narrow corridor like he wanted to keep you there forever. And you probably would have let him.
The bus shuddered and jerked over the uneven road, the windows rattling, passengers swaying in a lazy unison. It was all so mundane, so normal and unremarkable, yet somehow these were the places that felt strange now; existing somewhere that didn't hold the weight of your sins.
You almost missed your stop, fumbling to press the bell and staggering down the aisle as the driver came to an abrupt halt. The air outside was cooler, a gentle breeze providing relief from the mid-spring warmth. You thought of rain as you walked home, breathed slow as you pictured it hammering the roads and gathering in murky puddles; angry grey skies and fierce winds that carried the scent of salt and earth.
There were new decorations in the front garden of your mother's house. Small lights lining the path, a bird feeder and ornaments shaped like squirrels and rabbits tucked amongst the flower beds. You ducked to avoid a new hanging basket over the front door, letting yourself inside and checking your reflection in the mirror on the wall as you kicked off your shoes. You leaned in closer, examining yourself for a moment, trying to figure out what it was he found so irresistible about you.
"Is that you, Ellis?" your mother called.
"Yeah it's me," you replied, following her voice into the dining room.
She was sitting at the table surrounded by artificial flowers, plastic leaves and Baby's Breath. Her glasses slipped down to the tip of her nose as she fiddled with a roll of wire, cable ties hanging from her mouth and a pair of scissors in her hand.
"What are you doing?" you asked.
"Making a wreath f'th front door," she mumbled, the ties still between her teeth.
"You're a few months late..."
"A spring wreath." She rolled her eyes, taking the ties out of her mouth. "There's dinner for you in the kitchen. Didn't realise you wouldn't be back in time."
"Oh, yeah sorry I should've told you I'd be late."
"Work?"
"No, the er... I was at the... church."
She pushed her glasses onto her head, looking up at you with pursed lips.
"What?" you asked with a nervous laugh. "I just... I like helping out there."
"I didn't say anything.," she replied, holding her hands up in surrender. "I don't care what you believe in, as long as you don't get involved in one of those cults. I can't be doing with ending up on the news."
You laughed again - a breathier, more genuine laugh - and sat down beside her, watching as she tucked flowers into loops of wire, arranging them until they looked just right.
"I think he's good for you," she said.
"Who?"
"Your priest friend. He's a good person to have in your life. I think you need it; someone virtuous, moral."
Moral. You thought back to the night in the rectory, the things he'd whispered in your ear as he parted your legs, how his hands seemed most comfortable on your neck. You thought about the scuffs on his knuckles after he punched Alfie in the face for daring to come close to you, his fantasy of you kneeling before him at mass, the 'fuck it' he'd growled before kissing you not even an hour ago.
"And I'm not saying you're not those things," she continued. "But it's just... I suppose it's nice to know you've got a friend who's such a good influence, you know."
"Wow, and suddenly I feel ten years old again," you muttered sarcastically.
She tutted and elbowed you gently, pulling her glasses back down again.
You stood up and made your way into the kitchen where a plate sat alone on the tidy counter. You peeled back the foil on top to reveal a lukewarm dinner, not bothering to heat it up before returning to your seat in the dining room.
"Have you spoken to your estate agent friend yet?" your mother asked as she snipped the stem of an artificial sunflower.
"Mm," you began, trying to speak through a mouthful of food. You swallowed it quickly and continued. "I told you, he works in sales. Big stuff, you know, like multimillion pound stuff. I'd have more luck on Rightmove."
"And have you?"
"Nope. I've been checking constantly. Zoopla too, and On The Market and Prime Location and-"
"Okay, alright, I get the point."
"Are you in a rush to get rid of me or something?"
"What? No, no of course not. I just- I worry. You're my youngest, you know I worry."
"I know." You sighed, pushing your fork around the plate.
"It's funny you haven't found anything though. I'm always seeing signs on places to let, especially near the town centre."
"Oh no, I've found a couple of flats that'd be perfect. I just can't afford them. I mean, you're talking deposit, rent upfront, fees, furnishings... I haven't even managed to pay my phone bill this month, it's going to take me ages to save up."
She let out a long, deflated sigh. "I wish I could help."
"You can help with the phone bill if you want?" you joked.
She chuckled, holding up the half-finished wreath to examine her work.
The next week passed in a bland, monotonous blur. Each day a repetition of the last; go to work, waste the morning scrolling on real estate websites, eat the sandwich your mother packed for you, fix your posture whenever Dawn walked past your office. Then you'd get the bus home, accidentally head butt the hanging basket on your way into the house, eat dinner at the dining table and disappear into your childhood bedroom for the rest of the night.
You were lying beneath your Care Bear bedsheets, staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, remembering how you used to pick out patterns in them whenever you couldn't sleep. You loved Friday nights; going to bed knowing you wouldn't have to wake to the blare of an alarm, the buzz of your phone against the bedside table, to know you didn't have to look at any more baby pictures until Monday. No more tiny humans stuffed into wicker baskets, pudgy cheeks and scarily bendy limbs.
Moonlight melted through a gap in the closed curtains, the lilac material swaying gently in the breeze seeping through the open window. You rolled onto your side, the small single bed creaking as you moved, and for a moment you found your mind wandering to the bed you'd left behind at Gina's house; wondered if they'd ever slept together beneath your sheets.
No one had been there when you went to collect your belongings, but still your father stood watch like a bouncer as you slogged box after box down the stairs. It was all in storage now. Everything you owned sitting in your father's garage, biding its time, waiting for a place to belong. Much like you; tucked away, collecting dust.
You reached for your phone, squinting as the screen came to life in the dark. You opened a new message and began to type before deleting it, then typing, then deleting, then typing. The cursor blinked as you stared at the blank text bubble, like it was waiting for you, ticking like a clock or the tapping of an impatient foot.
So what exactly do priests text about? you finally wrote, pressing send and putting the phone face down on the nightstand.
There was a buzz soon after. You grabbed it immediately.
I see you finally paid your bill, the message read.
You smiled.
How did you know it was me? you sent.
Educated guess.
You began to type, but you paused when you saw he was typing too. Then he stopped, then kept writing, then stopped again. You wondered what he was so hesitant to say, what thought he couldn't find the words for.
Do you need any help at church this weekend? you wrote.
Ok now I'm not so sure this is actually Ellis..
Hey, I'm just trying to get back in the Lord's good books.
Were you ever in his good books to start with?
You giggled, fingers absentmindedly finding your lips and running softly back and forth over them, searching for an ache, the tingle of a kiss that was beginning to fade.
A breeze carried the faint sound of music across the church grounds, the evening sun still bright and warm as you walked across the plush grass. Your hands were planted firmly on your backside, holding down the bottom of your summer dress as the wind tried to lift it.
There was a signboard outside the entrance to the function hall: Parish Singles Mixer This Way. You held back the urge to laugh, taking a moment to compose yourself before walking inside where June's eyes immediately trailed the length of you.
"Hello," you said awkwardly.
"It started at seven, you know," she said, glancing down at her watch.
"What time is it now?"
"Half past."
"Oh. Sorry. Well I suppose it could be worse; at least I'm sober." You breathed out a laugh.
June's face remained sullen. You cleared your throat.
"I'll just... see you inside," you said.
You walked past her and stopped in the doorway, pressing your lips together as you took in the sight of the decorated hall, the round tables covered with paper tablecloths and sprinklings of shiny confetti.
Music played from a large speaker at the back of the room. A church volunteer named Keith was sat beside it with a laptop, like a DJ who'd forgotten his equipment. Men and women filled the space, dressed in their best shirts and loveliest dresses with name tags on their chests. Some talked in pairs, others gathered in large same-sex groups like nervous teenagers.
You didn't realise your mouth had opened, gawping slightly at the wonderfully pitiful scene before you. You'd never been to a single's night before, but you were certain they weren't supposed to look like this.
You turned to a table beside you where a stack of blank name tags and a box of markers sat neatly. You took one and wrote your name, sticking it to your left breast with a crude slap.
"This started half an hour ago, you know." Father Benedict's voice was like silk in your ear, so smooth you didn't even flinch at his sudden appearance behind you.
You turned and looked up at him. "You religious folk are weirdly concerned with punctuality."
He smiled, eyes flitting down to your chest then back up to your face. "Why've you put a name tag on?"
"Isn't that what they're there for?"
"Yes, for the singles."
"I'm single..."
There was a long silence. You watched as his throat bobbed with a hard swallow, eyes closing with a slow blink and a smirk forming in the corner of his mouth.
"Catholic singles," he said.
"Ah, so that's why it feels like a high school prom in here." You paused. "Actually no, it doesn't. People got so drunk at my prom they were throwing up outside, and I know of at least four girls who got fingered in the toilets."
"Were you one of them?"
You hit him hard on the arm. He chuckled, pulling at the white collar around his neck, his gaze staying on you for slightly too long.
It was like you'd been holding tension in your joints all week and they'd finally loosened in his presence. Like his desire was a salve that provided relief, a lingering stare that could soothe any ache.
"Hi, by the way," he said.
"Hi."
"I wasn't sure you'd actually show."
"Are you joking? And miss this inevitable disaster?"
He smiled. "I'll have you know I held one of these events at my last parish and it was a huge success."
"Oh, you fingered someone in the toilets?"
He rolled his eyes.
"You got fingered...?"
"Stop saying fingered," he whispered, holding back a laugh.
"Sorry." You lowered your gaze apologetically, before looking back up at him with a slight smirk.
His chest expanded with a slow, deep inhale, his eyes fixed on yours, switching focus from left to right as though searching for something behind them. Eventually he cleared his throat, straightening his posture and slipping his hands into the pockets of his trousers.
"I need to get this mixer actually mixing," he said. "Would you mind manning the drinks table for a bit?"
You nodded with a quiet laugh. "Sure."
He wandered off through the hall, stopping to talk with people, shaking hands and breaking ice. It was captivating to watch someone navigate a crowd with such ease; to charm even the most shy people out of their shells and have them willingly follow.
The drinks table was a sad affair; a stack of plastic cups and two pitchers of lukewarm, watered down juice. You pulled up a chair and sat down behind it, scanning the room, your gaze falling on a couple who seemed to be hitting it off. She laughed at something he said, reached out and touched his arm. He ran a hand through his hair, the blush of his cheeks so pink you could see it from across the room.
"Excuse me, would you mind if I got myself a drink?"
You looked up to see a man pointing to the cups. You shook your head and gestured for him to go ahead. He was wearing a bowtie, the sleeves of his shirt slightly too short for his long arms as he reached for one of the pitchers. He appeared around your age, but his sheepish demeanour made him seem younger. You narrowed your eyes to read his name tag - Abel - you laughed.
He shifted uncomfortably. "D-did I do something funny?"
"No, sorry." You waved your hand. "It's just... Abel. My brother's name is Cain. Y'know, Cain and Abel."
"Ah." His laugh was laced with relief. "He's not here is he? I'd have to run and hide."
"Oh no, he's dead."
There was an awkward silence, his eyes widening as he struggled to find an appropriate response.
"Oh, you were making a bible joke," you said. "Sorry, I just got it."
He relaxed again, exhaling a weak laugh and taking a large chug of juice.
You glanced over at Father Benedict as he tried desperately to introduce people to one another, your eyes trailing down to his backside.
"So are you a volunteer or a... single?" asked Abel, snapping you out of your lecherous daze.
You shrugged. "Both, I suppose."
"Oh, cool." He hovered at the table for a moment, scratching the back of his neck as he looked around. "I don't really know what I'm supposed to be doing."
"By the looks of it, no one does."
He laughed. "It's a bit embarrassing really, isn't it; needing a special event just to meet someone."
"Church people, they're a picky bunch."
He laughed again, more heartily this time.
"Hi guys," said Father Benedict as he approached the table, ducking down to count the bottles of juice near your feet. "How's your evening going?"
"It's alright," said Abel, gesturing towards you with a smile. "Better now I've met Ellis here."
You smiled back politely.
Father Benedict straightened to his full height, hand finding the back of your chair with a tight grip as he looked down at you. "Oh really?"
You tilted your head back to meet his gaze, surprised to find flecks of jealousy in the lines of his face.
"That's nice," he said, back teeth pressed firmly together. "But I actually need to borrow you for a second if that's alright?"
You turned back to Abel. "Sorry."
"Oh, yeah no it's- no problem. We can chat in a bit."
You nodded, watching as he wandered off awkwardly through the crowd.
"What's up?" you asked, turning your attention back to Father Benedict.
"Could you refill these jugs?" He lifted a large bottle of cordial onto the table. "What's that about?"
"What's what about?"
"Him."
"Oh, his name's Abel. He seems nice."
"No, I know who he is, he works at the school. I meant what were you doing talking to him?"
You narrowed your eyes. "Are you jealous, Father?"
He glanced over his shoulder at him, then back to you. "Nah, he's not my type."
You scoffed quietly and stood up, wrapping your fingers around the bottle lid and attempting to turn it. It was tight, stiff, making the palm of your hand ache as you tried to force it open.
"I think he's nervous," you said. "Says something when I'm the most approachable person here."
"Or maybe he just fancies you," he replied, taking the bottle from you and opening it with an easy twist.
"Maybe." You paused. "Would that bother you? If he did?"
He pressed the tip of his tongue to his top lip, the corner of his mouth curling with a slight smile.
"I can't control who fancies you, Ellis. I just hope you remember the promise you made..."
"No one touches me unless they're worthy?"
"That's the one."
"Including you?"
He looked down at you, throat bobbing with a slow swallow. "Including me."
"So... That kiss last week..."
"Oh, that wasn't because I think I'm worthy. That was because I have no self control."
You exhaled a laugh through your nose. "How's your self control doing tonight?"
"It's hanging on... By a thread."
"It's the dress, isn't it."
He bowed his head, chuckling quietly as he walked away.
And as quickly as it had dissipated, the tension returned again. But this time it wasn't in your joints. It was in your chest, your core, in the swelling heat between your legs. You licked your lips and sat back down.
Abel was talking but you couldn't hear a word, chewing on the rim of your plastic cup as you stared past him, eyes fixed on your priest and the woman he'd been chatting to for far too long.
"Ellis?"
"Hm?"
"I asked you a question," Abel laughed.
"Sorry, what did you say?"
"I asked when your last relationship was."
"Oh, er, it was recent."
He nodded with interest. "How recent?"
"Like... recent recent. He cheated on me, it was a whole thing."
"Oh, wow, I-I'm sorry to hear that."
The night had crept up slowly, darkness turning the windows to glossy, black mirrors as the coloured lights inside the hall glittered against them. The atmosphere had relaxed; the room buzzing with joy and laughter as connections formed and inhibitions melted away. You wondered how many weddings would come from this evening, how many love stories you'd witnessed the birth of.
The woman reached out, brushing something off Father Benedict's shoulder, smiling and continuing to talk as though touching him was the most natural thing in the world. You bit the inside of your cheek.
"Ellis? You've disappeared again," Abel laughed.
"Sorry. Sorry, I- I'll just be a minute, I have to..." you trailed off, standing up before he could even respond and walking quickly across the hall.
You tapped Father Benedict on the shoulder and the woman stopped talking, turning her head slowly to look at you.
"Sorry for interrupting," you said.
"No need to apologise," he replied, placing a hand on your back as though he'd forgotten where he was. "Ellis, this is Meg, she just passed her training to become a lay minister."
"Oh, congratulations," you said.
She gave a wry smile.
"Meg, Ellis is a... friend of the church."
"Acquaintance, really," you said. "Friend is a bit strong."
He rolled his eyes, prodding his fingers firmly into your back.
"It's nice to meet you, Ellis," she said.
You nodded before turning to look up at Father Benedict. "I was just wondering if you wanted me to go around and clean up the empty cups?"
"That'd be great."
You allowed your gaze to linger on him for a moment before conceding and walking away, listening to Meg talk again, as though you'd never interrupted them.
The bin bag was making your palm sweat, the shiny, black plastic sticking to your leg whenever you moved. You groaned and kicked it away again, reaching for a collection of used cups rimmed with lipstick. You threw them in the bag and moved to the next table, catching the eye of a man who flashed you a hopeful smile. You smiled back politely and kept walking, peeling the name tag from your chest, crumpling it in your fist and throwing it away.
You threw another few cups in the bag and peered over at the spot where Father Benedict and Meg had been standing, but instead of the tall, dark priest, a young woman stood in his place. You furrowed your brow, scanning the room for him. He was gone.
You felt something cold on your foot, looking down to find a quickening stream of juice dripping from the bag. You swore under your breath, grimacing as you marched it at arm's length out of the hall and into a small, quiet stock room. You shoved the bag into a bin in the corner and grabbed a roll of tissue, unravelling more than you needed and bending down to wipe away the sweet, sticky mess trickling down the side of your shoe.
The door opened suddenly, making you jump in fright, losing your balance and falling back onto the floor. Father Benedict's deep, throaty laugh thrummed into the quiet space. He made his way over to you and reached out his hand.
"Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to scare you."
You blew out a breath and took his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. "The bag split."
"Ugh, are you alright?"
"I think I'll survive."
He took a step back towards the door, leaning against the frame as he listened to the muffled noise seeping out of the hall.
"Tonight's going well, don't you think?" he said proudly.
"Mhm, I see at least one person's getting fingered in the toilets," you replied sarcastically.
His brows came together over confused eyes. He thought for a moment, glancing over his shoulder before turning back to you.
"Wh- Meg?"
"Yeah, you seemed to really be hitting it off in there."
He pushed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, holding back the urge to grin. "She's moving to my old parish next month, wants me to recommend her to the minister there. That's all."
"Oh. Good luck to her."
"Now who's the jealous one," he teased.
You rummaged through a cupboard near the bin, pulling out a roll of fresh bags. He cocked his head as he watched you, analysing you.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
You blew out a puff of air, lifting a stray lock of hair out of your face. "Well, considering I'm a grown woman who lives with her mum, my capacity for 'okay' only stretches so far."
"Fair enough," he laughed. "And you haven't had any more trouble from what's-his-face, have you?"
"No, I think he's scared of me since you gave him that nose job."
He covered his eyes with his hand, dragging it slowly down his face. "I still can't believe I did that. I don't know what got into me-"
"It's okay. I found it quite sexy."
"Why am I not the least bit surprised?"
You smiled, bowing your head as you tried to tear a bag from the roll.
"Here," he said as he walked over to you.
You watched his hands as they gripped the plastic, ripping it apart with a forceful pull. He handed a bag to you and tossed the rest aside.
"Thanks," you said, clearing your throat as you looked up at him.
The last time you were this close, he had just kissed you; his breath ragged, eyes burning with a heat you could feel beneath your skin. You'd spent every moment since wondering what might have happened if you'd stayed, if that single thread of self control had torn under the weight of his desire.
He swallowed, eyes flitting down to your lips, and in that moment you knew he'd been wondering the exact same thing. You shivered as his hand settled tentatively on your hip, your breath shaking as his fingertips moved to graze your thigh beneath the hem of your dress.
"You took your name tag off" he said quietly.
"Yeah," you replied, barely whispering. "You were right, I shouldn't have been wearing it."
"Why?"
"Because I didn't come for the mixer..."
"Then why did you come?" He shifted closer, enough for you to feel his breath on your face, the tickle of his touch travelling further beneath your dress.
You could feel goosebumps puckering down your arms, desire blooming deep in your core. You welcomed his caress, leaning into it, granting him access to your body like a gift. You gazed up at him with heavy lids, breaths turning shallow as he leaned forward, bringing his lips inches from yours.
"Why?" he repeated, his voice a low rumble in the base of his throat.
"Probably the same reason you keep inviting me back," you whispered.
Your lips met in a slow, heavy kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth without any hesitation. You sighed against him, eyes closing, losing yourself in a taste you'd come to crave. It didn't matter that beyond the door was a hall full of people, that if anyone saw you it would mean the end; not just for him, but for you too. In this moment, all you cared about was the feeling of his hands on your skin, the groan that escaped him when you gently sucked on his bottom lip.
"Hi June, I'm looking for Ellis," Abel's voice echoed from the foyer. "About this tall, she's wearing a dress with flowers on?"
You pulled apart quickly, foreheads resting against each other.
"Fucking hell," you hissed.
"Another holy intervention," Father Benedict muttered.
"No, just a man in a bow tie," you sighed.
You were crouched behind the drinks table. Partly because you had to pack everything away, but mostly because you were hiding.
Abel was nice. Funny, well-intentioned, handsome if not slightly gawky. And maybe in another world, you could have given him a chance; gone for coffee, held hands as he walked you home, kissed goodnight on the doorstep. But in this world, there was a priest.
You peered over the table, watching as the singles sat in groups around the room, cards stuck to their foreheads and pens in their hands. Abel was sat amongst them, playing opposite a shy, giggly woman, her long blonde hair tucked behind her ears. You smiled and sank back down behind the table, breathing out a sigh of relief before packing up the last few cups into a large cardboard box.
You walked out of the hall and down the path towards the church, the box obscuring your view as you lugged it in your arms. The night air was cool, the breeze carrying the scent of flowers and freshly cut grass through the air. You'd always preferred the colder months, but there was something about the air when spring turned to summer - the way it smelled, how it sat on the skin like a gentle embrace - that always reminded you to breathe, to fill your lungs to the brim and savour the feeling.
You pushed through the side door of the church with your hip, letting it swing closed behind you as you stepped inside. You walked down the quiet corridor, the air still close and suffocating from the day's heat, and with a tired huff, you dumped the box on the floor inside Father Benedict's office.
"Father?" you called out, met with nothing but silence.
You couldn't help but wander down to the chapel, the dark, echoey space so still and serene that even your exhales felt out of place. You paused to bask in the solitude; the smells you'd come to find comfort in, the feel of the carpet beneath the soles of your shoes. You closed your eyes, drawing in a deep breath, when a sudden shiver rolled down your back at the sound of footsteps behind you.
You turned around, eyes settling on a tall, dark frame emerging from the corridor. He stopped just beyond the threshold, standing with his hands in his pockets, the flash of white around his neck still visible even in the dim light.
"I couldn't remember where you said to put the stuff so I threw it in your office," you said.
"Threw it?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"If you want the job done well, pay me."
He chuckled before looking around at the empty pews, the darkness beyond the stained glass windows. You watched as he made his way to the altar, walking leisurely, hands still in his pockets. He turned on his heels to face you, gesturing with his head for you to come to him.
You didn't question it, doing as he instructed like an obedient servant, following orders without a single word. Your heart began to race as you stood before him, the fluttering in your chest mirrored by a rippling deep in your stomach the moment your eyes met.
"Kneel," he said calmly.
You hesitated, eyes flitting around the church.
"It's just us," he said.
"And him..." you replied, nodding to the statue of Christ behind him.
The corner of his mouth twitched, but he didn't concede. You swallowed hard, lowering yourself slowly to your knees, ignoring the burn of the rough carpet against your skin.
You reached up, each action careful and considerate, like you feared you'd startle him back to sense if you made any sudden movements. He kept his eyes on you, gazing down as your fingers found the buttons of his trousers, releasing each one with a gentle pop. He placed a hand on your face, thumb pressing to your bottom lip and dragging it down to reveal your tongue. You stuck it out willingly, watching shadows form in the angles of his face as he pushed it into your mouth. His eyelids fluttered slightly as you sucked on it, and you held back the urge to smile.
You parted his fly and slipped your hand beneath the fabric of his underwear, gripping the base of his cock and releasing it eagerly. He was hard, rigid and pulsing with even the lightest graze of your fingers, but he remained calm, unwavering in his composure, only the slight quiver of his breath giving him away. This was his fantasy - he'd already told you - and you'd wanted so desperately to make it come true.
You flattened your tongue and dragged it up the underside of his length, drawing a deep groan from his throat as he moved his hand back to the side of your face. You'd never much cared for giving blow jobs; finding them boring, awkward, an unsexy act that left you with an aching jaw and numb lips. But the arousal pooling between your legs was undeniable, the tingle of your hardening nipples making you shudder with excitement. You slid him into your mouth, sinking halfway before pulling back and glancing up at him, seeking approval, wanting to be led.
He inhaled sharply through his nose, letting his head fall back as you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock, wrapping your fingers around it before taking it back into your mouth. You moved at a steady pace, drawing him deeper each time until you were struggling to breathe. He took your hair in fistfuls, guiding you gently, his rich moans pouring over you like warm, sweet honey.
You felt a hard prod at the back of your throat, the sensation making you gag, choking back a cough as you pushed his hips back to catch your breath. He buckled at the sound, swearing under his breath as he struggled to stay upright. He liked it; the sound of you gagging, the rush of thick saliva coating his cock.
You reached up and took both of his wrists, moving his grip to the back of your head before dropping your hands behind your back. He groaned in delicious realisation, the silent permission to use your mouth unlocking a forcefulness that took you by surprise.
His fingers tangled in your hair as he thrust into your mouth. You held your breath as he sank deep, pulling back and repeating the action with a quiet growl. You fought the urge to move your hands and take back control, keeping your fingers clasped tightly behind your back, trusting him not to push you too far.
Your eyes were watering, nose running, spit escaping from the corners of your mouth. You were certain it was the most unattractive you'd ever looked, yet there was a thrill in letting go; the veneer of uncertainty shattering with every snap of his hips.
A string of incoherent whispers spilled out of him as he came, cock throbbing against your tongue and coating your throat with his rapture. You gasped when he slid out of your mouth, as if he'd been holding your head below water and had finally brought you up for air.
He cupped your face, staring down at you in awe. You wiped your mouth and chin with the back of your hand as you gazed up at him, your breathing still rapid and uneven, swollen lips parted in awe of his beauty. He tucked himself back into his trousers, not bothering to button them before kneeling with you and running his thumbs under your eyes, swiping at the smudges of tears and mascara that had pooled there. You reached up instinctively to hold his forearms, balancing yourself, as he continued to wipe away the mess he'd created, his movements so gentle and considered it was hard to believe he was capable of anything other than tenderness.
"Stay with me tonight," he said softly.
You nodded, unsure how you would ever be able to leave him again.
-‘๑’- Summary: Being stalked by a curse is horrible, but a meeting with the top sorcerers in Tokyo makes is all the better…and I mean ALL THE BETTER.
ꕥ Pairing: Nanami x Toji x Choso x Gojo x Geto x shy!reader (Y/N)
✎ Note: In this AU everyone works at Tokyo Jujitsu High and Geto didn’t lose his mind.
・❥・Warning: sexual content (18+ ONLY), consent (consent is so fucking hot), size difference, bulging, train, orgy, v in p sex, deep throating, p in a sex, swallowing, anal sex, ass eating, dirty talking, mature language, chocking, edging, spanking, facial, domination kink, major creampie(s), multiple sex partners, oral sex (both), penetrative sex, double penetration (both holes), and triple penetration ( is that even a thing XD).
A/N: Y’all don’t interact with me in thr comments. I wanna know your opinions :(. I hope this lives up everyone’s expectations. Thank you in advance for reading!
“FUCK! She’s so pretty. Look at the tits on her. Those perfect lips made just right for suckin’ a worthy dick.” Gojo shouts as he sees the picture of you on the meeting board. Toji and Choso nod their heads in agreement with their arms folded across their chest.
Toji whistles, “Her ass is perfect for backshots.”.
“While she is pretty, she may be in danger.” Geto speaks as he brings everyone’s attention back to the board.
“Moving on. We’ve received a report that this young lady is being stalked by a Special Grade Curse. We don’t have much information about this curse since it just appeared out of nowhere and we have no record of it from the past. Principal Yaga requested she come to us, so we can corner and contain the curse here. Completely cutting it off to the public. Good for us that we won’t have to put up a veil.”, Nanami goes over and he believes everyone will listen even though he knows they aren’t.
“Here you loud and clear, Specs”, comments Toji as he makes the report paper into an airplane and sends it flying across the room. Nanami rolls his eyes and take a seat. The group waited what seemed like forever for you to arrive. Some growing more impatient than others. Gojo and Geto didn’t help the time move faster as they started messing with Toji. They took his paper plane and flew it into his ear as he dozed off. The two pretended as if they did nothing leaving Choso to receive the punishment. The four men laugh as Nanami buries himself deeper into his newspaper eventually getting annoyed by the extra noise. Just as Nanami opened the door, a soft knock hit his chest. Everyone had taken notice and risen from their chairs to see why Nanami stopped in his tracks only to find you standing outside of the door. A teary eye woman with her hands clutching her purse tightly. Nanami dropped his newspaper quickly and embraced you into his warmth. He guided you into the room and sat you down at the head of the table. Kneeling beside you, he took your hand and told you everything was going to be okay. You squeezed his hand and tried to suck your tears back into your eyes. Choso felt bad for you and decided to bring you some tissues from the office closet. He lifted your chin with his index finger and wiped the tears from your eyes. The rest of the men gathered around you taking a seat at the table.
“Hey Doll, tell us what’s the matter?” Toji questions while taking your hand into his and stroking it lightly.
You find comfort in their actions and being to unload upon the men about your traumatic experiences with the curse. You explain to them that it feels like someone is watching you all the time. Your dreams haunted by certain visuals you weren’t comfortable with expressing. How your body gets hot at night and you wake up a sweaty mess. If you had been talking to anyone else they would write you off as crazy, but it seems like these men believe every word you said. No judgment insight. After you told them everything, the blonde haired man stood up, “Thank you for sharing that with us, Miss (Y/L/N). I believe we should all introduce ourselves to make this go by easier. I also think this will calm your nerves a little.”. You shy away in your seat lowering your head and tucking your hands in your lap, but nod in agreement.
“Great. I’m Nanami. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“I’m Choso.”
“Hey baby I’m Gojo”
“I’m Geto. Nice to meet you beautiful.”
“And I’m Toji princess.”
You start to blush as the compliments didn’t go over your head. As a gesture of appreciation, you tilt your head thanking the men for helping you in advance. Some chuckles and smirks were given towards your reaction, but you didn’t mind. Suddenly your jolts at the familiar presence that just entered the room. Faster than a blink of an eye, the men readied themselves as the curse emerged. All at once they attacked the curse trying to exorcize it. Before any attack landed though, the curse just disappeared . The men looked at each other confused before glancing back at you. At that moment, it felt like a thousand bricks had lifted off your shoulders. Failing to understand your situation, you jumped in the air repeatedly overjoyed the curse was gone. The room started to heat up, but no one thought anything of it. Unbeknownst to you, the group of men eyed you as your prefect tits, juicy thighs, meaty ass jiggled as you bounced up and down. Choso has been hard as a rock since wiping your tears and the others are becoming semi-hard. Gojo even starts to palm himself through his pocket. Geto and Nanami coughs to gain your attention and try to recompose the others.
You calm your excitement down slightly embarrassed by your outburst. You walk towards the men and hug them individually. Some holding you close to their body and others holding you longer than expected. They try their hardest not to make their boners noticeable as you continue your onslaught of appreciation. “I really can’t express how grateful I am to you all. I’m so happy Mr. Yaga got me in touch with you guys. Please, if there’s anyway I can express my gratitude further let me know.”, with those words you turn away from the men and gather your belongings. Bending over to pick up your purse, the curve of your nice ass was outlined by your summer dress. Their minds started to race:
Geto: ‘God I want to fuck her so bad. Feel her draining me dry.’
Toji: ‘I want to see that plump ass bounce on my dick as I fuck her into submission.’
Gojo: ‘Fuck…just image my dick sliding in and out of that tight throat.’
Choso: ‘I bet her pussy is as beautiful as her’.
Nanami: ‘I hope her legs can touch her ears, I want to be as deep in that tight cunt as I can be’.
It was almost like they were thinking on the same wavelength. Quick glances start to make their ways between the men. Gojo and Geto raise an eyebrow and points their thumbs at you. When the others caught on, Gojo used his hand to form an ‘O” while Geto slide one of his fingers in and out of the hole mimicking sex. Chose and Toji nod in agreement while Nanami was still on the fence about it. Don’t get him wrong, he wanted to make you cream on his dick just as much as everyone else, but he didn’t want to hurt you or take advantage of you. It wasn’t like they had normal sized cocks and you certainly didn’t give them the impression of being a pro at sex. Conflicted Nanami threw his hands up slightly. The attention leaves the silent conversation as they start to notice you heading towards the door. As you make your way to the door, a large body blocks your exit.
“Mr. Toji? Is…Is something wrong?.”, you clench your bag awaiting his response. He just looks you up and down and bites his lip seductively. A faint blush spreads across your face as you shy into yourself trying to block his view of you with your bag. He slowly puts his hand under your chin to raise it. His hot breath ghosts your ear as he says, “Calm down princess. I won’t hurt ya’. I just thought of a way you can show your gratitude to us.”. Nanami spoke up, “Toji! We shouldn’t push it. It’s highly inappropriate and unprofessional.”. You look around confused, but ask for clarification. “Um…we find you attractive and want to have sex with you…to show gratitude from both sides.”, Chose admits. Geto sighs loudly and Gojo laughs while they raise their hands and slap Choso’s back. Your heart starts to race as the words finally register in your head. Nanami grabs a chair for you and holds it while you sit in it.
You look up at the five men now towering you. Their frames big, bodies muscular, face handsome, and dicks big. REALLY BIG. Your blush grows wider and more visible. As your mind races, your body gets hotter and your pussy wetter. You shift your legs a little in the chair trying your best to hide your growing wetness. Geto kneels down before you and kisses your hand, “We won’t force you to do something you don’t want to. But it seems you’re becoming flustered from the thought of us same as we are of you. If this is something you want and something you can handle-…Please give us your consent”, they finish in unison. Your body is on fire. Heat spreads far and wide as your breath starts to become heavier. You take a moment to consider everything that was just laid out in front of you. You gather the remaining bit of your courage and give Geto a light peck on his cheek retreating into your hands after. He smirks a bit and Gojo raises your head, “You use words baby. We need to know for certain you can handle us.”.
“Yes…Sir. I-I can handle you all. I consent to all of you and everything you give me.”, you say as loud as you can slightly covering your face. Nanami smiles and kisses the top of your head. Choso teases him, “Your mood switched mighty fast Nanami” before giving you a kiss on the cheek. Toji lifts your head and steals a kiss from your lips, dragging his tongue along your bottom lip. Gojo pushes him off playfully and kisses your neck. Lastly, Geto returns your sweet peck with a kiss on your jawline. “Before we start…Are you a virgin?”, Nanami questions. “No Sir. I lost my virginity a few years ago. I haven’t been with anyone since then though…”, you admit while feeling slightly uncomfortable remembering your failed relationship. He hums in acceptance of your answer, “Understandable. I won’t ask any further about your personal life.”. You gave him a soft ‘thank you’ and a smile. “Now that the small talk is over. Your safe word is Rose baby. If things get too painful for you, say that word and we’ll all stop no matter what. You or any of us can back out of this at anytime. Got it?” Gojo explains as he palms his dick showing off just how mighty it is through his pants. Your mouth waters a little, but you nodded your head understanding every word.
With that Choso rolled your chair to the office table. He picks you up and sits you in the middle of the table. The men circle you as you sit on top of your knees. “Stripe.”, was the only words that left Geto and Gojo’s mouths. You slowly peel off your dress and the warm office room air hits you. ‘Was it always this hot in here?‘ You cover your breast with one hand and slipped the rest of your dress off with the other. You shut your legs tight preventing them from seeing your covered pussy. The men take time to admire every part of your body to the last curve. You hide your face as the embarrassment gets to you. “Don’t be shy princess. We’ll take real good care of you.” Toji says giving you sly smirk making you blush. “So who’s gonna go first?”, Toji questioned before loudly shouting ‘me’ over everyone else in the room. Tension starts to rise as the men silently compete over who will go first. You giggle softly at their actions. Toji smirks at you and gives you a swat on your ass. You yelp a small moan and hold your butt. The rest of the men laugh a little while Choso brings a pen to the table, “Here’s how we’ll decide. She’ll spin the pen and whoever it lands on gets her. So on and so fourth. Hopefully she’s not fucked too dumb by the end of it”. The men agree, but Nanami makes sure it’s okay with you as well. You tell him yes and spin the pen.
The pen spins wildly until it lands on Choso. “Really.” Gojo comments in an annoyed expression sticking his tongue out in a dramatic manner. Choso flashes him a sly smile and reaches his hand out to you. You slide off the table and on to his lap. He calls you pretty and takes your lips into his. The kiss feels so good and even better when his hands find their way to your meaty ass kneading it like dough. You both moan in unison in each other’s mouths as you grind on him. Breaking away for air, Choso tells you to turn around in his lap. When you do so, you’re met by big dicks being stroked by big hands. Drool leaves your mouth as the onlooking men bite their lips and tighten their grip on their dicks. Choso pinches your nipples through your bra causing you to moan. You blush hard and press your body into him as he massages your tits. “P-please Mr. Choso…Ahn…s-suck my nipples.”, you beg as his slow massaging turns torturous. He kisses your ear and unhooks your bra letting your plump breast drop. He plays with your nipples earning him a few more moans before he being to suck them. Taking his time going from the right to the left. Your moans grow louder as your legs start to squeeze together. “Mmm-Cho-ahhh…Chose…so-oh...Good-ah!”, you scream out as his other hand snakes down into your panties and rub circles on your clit. Your needy pussy chases his fingers as your free hand grabs his hair giving it a soft tug. He moans around your nipple sending vibrations through your body. “Seems like she found his dirty secret”, laughs Geto. Choso picks up his speed bring you close to the edge, “I’m….ahh oh god….’m so close!”. He stops his fingers suddenly and he kisses down your neck.
You whimper from the loss of his thick fingers. “Get up here baby.”, he pats the table and you climb on top. He helps you face the others and tells you to arch your back. You can hear the stroking become louder as your pussy becomes on display more. Choso gives your ass a nice slap making your pussy clench around nothing. “Damn-fu-ahh. That pussy is so pretty and needy.” Gojo breathes out heavily as he strokes his dick squeezing it at the base. Choso rubs your clit again, “Want me to eat this needy pussy baby?”. You nod your head and spread your legs further eager for his tongue on your sweet sweet cunt. Choso laughs and blows his breath on your exposed heat. You flinch a little as his tongue starts to eat you out. You grab at the table moaning his name loudly. Wet sounds fill the room as he laps at your wetness, sucking at your clit and sticking his tongue in your pussy hole. You give a deep moan as he slides one finger into your pussy and starts to pumps slowly. “How you feeling? Let Mr. Choso know.”, he says as he fingers your tight pussy faster and eats you out. Your mind goes blank as the orgasm hits you. Cum drips from your hole onto Choso’s chin as you shut your legs tight holding his face hostage between your thighs. After riding out your high on his face, you lay down fully, twitching form the shock. “You okay?”, he asks with a worried expression on his face. You give him a thumbs up and spread your legs again for everyone to see your pussy. Choso smacks your ass and kisses the spot he made contact with.
“Guess you can say she enjoyed it.” laughed Nanami as he slowly strokes his cock while Choso wiped his mouth and uses your juices to stroke his long cock. He runs his hand up your legs and kisses you. You chase after his lips, but he cuts you off and hands you the pin. “Spin it, princess.” Toji says to you as he captures your lips next. The pen spins and lands between Geto and Gojo. You reach for the pen again, but Nanami stops you. You look at him and then Gojo and Geto.“Want to share your turn?” Geto asks as he stands with his cock pointing straight out. “You know I don’t mind sharing with you” Gojo replies with his curved dick jumping a little. “Come Here (Y/N).”. You get on your hands and knees and crawl towards them. They lift your head and kiss your cheeks. You giggle and kiss them back. Gojo strokes your cheek and takes your hand and wrap it around Geto’s dick. Geto moans softly in pleasure. “See baby. Stroke him just like that and make sure to squeeze his tip a little.’, he says as he teaches you how to pleasure Geto. He spits in your hand and helps you stroke Geto off.
“Dammit Satoru…mmm-ughh.”, he chokes out moans. Gojo kisses you passionately as you stroke Geto off. “Now do try to suck him off.”, Gojo tells while you massage Geto's loaded balls. His moans fill the room. Gojo holds your hair back and you slowly take Geto’s cock in your mouth. “Fu-fuck so warm and tight.”, he says as he places his hand on the back on your head helping you swallow all of what you can of his dick. After a few pumps, he starts to fuck into your mouth. Gawking noises hits everyone’s ears as they watch the slobber run down your chin as his balls slap against your face. Gojo laughs as Geto’s grip on your hair becomes tighter and pulls himself out of your mouth. “Think you can deep throat me sweetheart?”, he asks permission. “Yes Sir.”, you say as you open your mouth for him. He whistles at your actions while putting his massive dick back into your throat. He instructs Gojo to hold you still as he takes your mouth. What started as slow strokes quickly turned into quick deep thrust into your throat. He grunts and groans as he thrusts into your mouth. “Fuck! You better not drop a single sperm out of this pretty little mouth. You here me (Y/N)!”, Geto warns as one of his hands makes it to your throat to hold you further in place while you moan on his tip. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’-I’m cum-mmmffp!”, Geto shoots thick ropes of cum into your throat as you try your best to swallow everything.
Geto kisses your cum stained lips, ‘Good job pretty.”. He helps Gojo flip you over. Your head next to Gojo’s cock while your pussy is in his face. You take his dick into your mouth too quickly and gag yourself squirting a little on his chest. Geto helps you readjust and you thank him. You try again at suckin him off while Geto starts to drag his tongue on your asshole. “Hurry up and take me all the way baby.”, he slaps your pussy for a little encouragement. “Mmm-Mr. Sa-Toru!”, you moan out as the slap stings a little, but the pain slowly turns to pleasure. You suck and stroke his dick as Geto holds your hair for you. Gojo fingers, and eats your pretty cunt out and you moan on his dick in return. The vibrations causes his hips to buck in your mouth. He bites his lip in satisfaction, “Yes baby..suck that big dick and drain my balls.”. He picks up his speed and bucks harder into your mouth. Geto holds your body up a little and moves in closer. Gojo catches on and helps him support you as Geto starts eating your juicy ass again while Gojo eats your pussy. You bob your head his dick and taking it out your mouth occasionally suck on his balls while you stroke his tip. You become overwhelmed from all the pleasure as that familiar knot forms again. The duo bully your ass and pussy while they play with your clit and ass with their fingers. “Cum…shi-shit…Pretty cum for me!”, Gojo shouts holding your head down to bottom out in your throat. He releases his cum which flows back down his cock as you cream on his face getting some on Geto. They flip you over and sit you on the table again. “You’re so fuckin hot sweetheart.”, they say in unison as you all take a break to regain yourselves. After making sure you can continue, the pen is placed in your hands yet again.
You look at Toji and Nanami as you spin the pin, still a bit dazed from being upside down. The pin stop on Nanami and Toji snatches it, “Fuckin’ useless shit! Saving me for last!”. He throws the pen to the ground and it scares you a little. His dick twitches as he regains control of himself. Toji smiles at you while rubbing your cheek and tells you it’s fine just a little overreaction. You smile back at him and kiss the inside of his hand. “Aren’t you a sweet girl.”, Nanami teases as he drops his pants fully and loosens his tie. He holds his hand out and you take his thumb into your mouth sucking on it. “You sure you want to get me started sweetheart? I can be a bit mean.”, he growls in your ear. The other men laugh as they continue to stroke themselves. You smile at him spreading your legs for him to see your dripping cunt. He smirks at you and tells stand in the center of the table. Nanami joins you on the table and lays on his back, motioning for you to straddle him. You do as your told and as a reward Nanami gives your pussy a few slaps with his cockhead. You try to close your legs, but he opens them wide and stares at your pussy. “God she’s beautiful.”, he says as he picks you up and hovers you over his face giving your pretty pussy lips a kiss before returning you to your previous spot. Nanami asks you to raise your hips a little as he lines himself up with your entrance. You hesitate a bit looking at his massive dick. He notices your expression, “You want to stop?”. You shake your head, “N-no…I’m just a little nervous. I’ve never had a dick this big before”. The room roars in laughter as Nanami sits up to kiss your face, “I’ll take it slow, so you can adjust to my size. When you get comfortable and ready for me to pound your pussy let me know.”. Your facial expression changes to one of relief as you raise your hips over him again.
“No wonder that cunt is so needy. You’ve never had any real dick before.”, Gojo says making the men and you laugh. Nanami holds the meat of your thigh with one had as he uses his other hand to keep his dick steady as it slowly stretches your tight pussy. Even with the prep, you struggle to take his cock. A tear rolls down your face as he bottoms out in you. Nanami grabs you and holds you close to his chest. The others watch as your pussy is stretched by his cock. Nanami wipes your tears and comforts you as you adjust to his size. After a minute or two, you tap his shoulders gaining his full attention. “Ready for me to move baby?”, he questions to which you nod your head. He slow strokes you trying his best to make your pain turn to pleasure. Once it does, he picks up his speed and your pussy clings to his dick, “Mm-fuck baby…clenching me so fuckin’ good.”. You throw your head back in pleasure as he holds your hips and abuse your cunt. “T-ah…thank you…Mr. Na-ahhh ah ah….Nana-mi!.”. He starts to slow his thrust down as he feels your organism approaching. You whimper placing your hands on his chest and looking at him with needy eyes. He puts his hand in your hair and pulls it, “If you want to cum, ride this dick until you cum all over me.”. Your heart thumps at his words as you slowly get on your toes using his body to support yourself. When you start to move your hips, the sound of your wet pussy could be through the room along with grunting and groaning. Your pussy gets wetter from all the sounds and eyes being on you. Chose sucks his teeth, “Damn I should’ve fucked her first.”. “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck her enough for you, him, and him.”, Toji smirks as he points at Choso, Geto, and Gojo while they scoff at him.
Nanami starts to moan as his grip on your hair and waist grows tighter. As you ride him, he ruts his hips up to fuck you back. “Yes baby…mphf-fuck yeah…give me at orgasm. Give me that fuckin’ orgasm!”. His thrust became more violent and you start to fall apart on his dick clawing at his chest. Tits bouncing in the air as you pause your movements to let him fuck you, “I’m going to fill this pussy so-mmmf…so good (y/n).”. The others move in closer as they suck at your neck and nipples while your cunt is being pounded by Nanami’s fat cock. “I’m…cu-ah…cumming…”, your voice trails off as you cum and squirt wetting Nanami. He wets everyone else by fucking you through your orgasm, releasing his seed in your tight cunt. Once you calmed down, Nanami lifts you up as everyone watches his cum drip out your pussy, biting their lips at the lovely site.
You look over at Toji who holds his hands out for you. Nanami passes you off to Toji and he kisses you deeply. His tongue invades your mouth and you moan in his when he smacks your ass. “Turn around fa’ me princess…and arch your back fa’ me.”, he instructs you as he stokes his dick. You turn around and wiggle your sexy ass at him before arching. Toji smirks and places a kiss on your back before putting his hand on your waist. You look back at him and hold onto his arm as he lines himself up and slowly enters your hole pushing Nanami’s cum out. Your pussy tightens and you moan out as he continues to enter you. “Don’t fight me doll. Let me in that sweet pussy.”, Toji says causing your face to heat up. You relax a bit and he takes the opportunity to shove the rest on himself in causing you to say his name loudly. He pushes done on your back and starts to fuck you. His thrust are so strong and fast, your ass and tits bounce in response. You dig your fingers into the table and try to move your body away from him a little. The pleasure is too intense and tears start falling down your face. The others smirk at you while encouraging you to take him. Toji’s thrust suddenly stops as he finds himself chasing your pussy with his last thrust.
He grabs you by the hair and pulls you up into his chest, “Stop fuckin’ runnin’ before I hold you down and make you take me. I’m not as merciful as Nanami.”. Your pussy flutters as you soak in his words. “I’m…I’m sorry Mr. Toji…I’ll behave.”, you apologize as your pussy grows wetter. He slaps your tits and pussy before letting go of your hair. You try to go back down into position, but Toji stops you, “You lost that privilege sweetheart.”. He shoves his dick back in you and hold you to his chest. The others watch in awe as his dick bulges in you. Nanami and the others press on the spot making you and Toji throw your heads back in pleasure. “Why didn’t you let us see the bulge you made in her?”, Geto questions Nanami as Gojo wonders as well. “I wanted to be selfish.”, Nanami admitted with no shame. Everyone laughs and calls Nanami a cold bastard.
Toji kisses your neck and holds your tits in his hands, “Fuck yourself on me. Do a good job and I’ll reward you by makin’ your ass see stars.”. He gives you a good thrust to signal you to start. You move your hips on him as best as you could. Your ass slaps against his pelvis as your pussy tries to swallow him whole. Your tongue rolls out of your mouth as your back arches loving the way his dick curves up and hit your spot every time. “I think she deserves some strokes. Don’t you?”, Choso suggest to Toji. He smiles and moves his hands to your throat and clit. He rubs circles on your clit and chokes you as he fucks into you hard. “Toji! Toji! Ahh! Ahhh!”, you scream his name as he bruises your cunt. “I’m right here babygirl. Let me kiss that cervix with my tip.”, Toji says as he somehow manages to fuck you deeper. Precum starts to form on the others dicks as they watch your pussy get slaughtered. “You wanted him to beat your pussy up baby.”, Gojo teases as he wipes your tears. Geto chimes in, “Aww is Mr. Toji bullying that sweet girl’s cunt?”. You moan out again and you claw at his arms. Your completely under his control right now and you love it. You love being used by these men. You love they way they abuse your cunt and make it their own. “Please. Can. I. Cum. Mr.-ah…TOJI!”, you moan out with each thrust he gives you. He bites into your neck and continues to fuck you, but you notice his thrust are becoming slow and random like Gojo and Nanami did. You clench your pussy in an attempt to make him cum first which makes him slap your cunt in response. He bends your body down some and lock his arms into yours, still fucking the shit out of your cunt. You start to lose breath as he digs into your guts so rough, but lovingly. “I’ll let you cum only beca-ahh fuck…I wanna’ stuff this pretty begging cunt…mmfu-full right now…”, Toji says through grunts as he starts to fill you up unable to hold back anymore. Everyone watches as they see Toji’s dick twitch inside of you shooting out his hot sticky load. As you feel the hot seed spread in your cunt, your orgasm sends you over the edge. Your body starts to slump down and everyone reaches out to catch you. Nanami grabs a water bottle as Choso holds your head up to drink. “Fuck. My bad princess…I put too much stress on you.”, Toji apologizes as the others provide you with comfort. You lay there for a minute while everyone else starts to pull up their pants.
You jump up, “R-Rose!”. All eyes snap towards you. You muster up all your courage and get on your knees on the table, “Please don’t…don’t go just yet.”. Tears start to form in your eyes, “…you didn’t even let me take you all at once…”. Your head jolts up at the sound of pants dropping simultaneously.
Geto: “You”
Gojo: “want”
Choso: “us”
Toji: “all”
Nanami: “at once?”
You laugh at their shocked faces and they grin at you. They gather around the table again as you sit in the middle. They discuss amongst themselves how it was going to go. Gojo and Geto call your ass while Nanami and Choso wanted your pussy. That tight loving throat of yours was claimed by Toji. Before they started to position themselves, they asked you one last time if this was okay. You reassured them as Choso and Nanami helped you stand. Gojo and Geto overlap their legs and push their cocks together while everyone spit on their cocks to act as lube for your ass. The other three helped lower you down as you hissed in pain from the stretch. They moan as they bottom out in you giving you time to adjust. After making sure you could keep going, Geto and Gojo supported your back as Nanami and Choso slid in your cunt stretching it wide. You all moaned in unison as they went as deep as they could. Toji stands on the table and taps your lips with his cock. You mouth and take him in slowly as the rest start to move their dicks in you. Your face contorts in an uncomfortable expression as the pain overpowers the pleasure. Toji notices and stops everyone, “Either find a rhythm or fuck off. You’re hurting her.”. They all apologize and you tell them its okay before taking Toji’s nuts into your mouth gurgling on them.
Geto starts moving as with Choso. As they move out, Nanami and Gojo move in keeping your pussy and ass full. They work together to rise your body a bit, so Gojo and Geto can fuck into you properly without disturbing Choso and Nanami too much. They fuck into you slow using your moans as confirmation to move faster. “Open wide babygirl. Try your best to deep throat me.”, Toji says as he pushes your head down his dick. It’s almost suffocating and your eyes roll back once again in pleasure. Your pussy and ass clench causing the rest to moan out. Toji pulls out and everyone watches the spit from the back of your throat connects your mouth to his tip. Toji licks his lips, “I love that shit.”. He fucks into your throat as the others start fucking you mercilessly. The knot in your core builds rapidly and you start to call out , “Nanami! Choso! Toji! Geto! Gojo!”. Toji shoves his dick back in your mouth as your become a moaning mess on his tip. The others either dig their fingers into your body, pitch your nipples, rub your clip, and slap your ass as they rutted into you. Geto grunts as Gojo slaps your ass again, “Who…ahhh…ah-ass for? Who does this ass belong to?”. “Gojo and Geto! Ahhh yes…My ass belong to Gojo and Geto!”, you scream out as Nanami and Choso fuck you deeper hitting your g-spot repeatedly. Choso chokes out between moans, “ah-shit…and this tight pussy-“. Nanami joins him, “who does this pussy belong to baby…ohh-shit!”. Once again you scream their names as you can feel your core tightening ready to release any second now. Toji grabs your face and forces you to look at him, “Who does theses pretty lips belong to?”. You kiss his cock up and down before leaving a sloppy kiss on his tip, “My lips and mouth belong to you Mr. Toji”. You hold eye contact with him as he as you one last question, “Your body? Who owns it?”. You look at everyone and throw you head back as your powerful orgasm washes over you, “M-my body belongs to you all!”.
Toji holds your head up as you ride your high out. “D-don’t…s-stop…fu-fucking me…”, you beg them as your begging turns into babbles. You’ve been fucked dumb and the men fucking you are enjoying it as they can feel their balls swell with cum. Toji gently taps your cheeks and you open your mouth for him with dazed eyes. “Fuck! I…can’t hold on any..longer-ahhhhhh”, Chose moans as he creampies you. Gojo hisses and pumps his load into with Geto following right after him. Nanami is next to cum in you as his cum pushes out Choso causing a sticky white waterfall to run down your pussy. Toji fucks into your sloppy throat, “Swallow my cum like the good girl I know you are.”, he says between heavy breaths. Toji holds your head still as he starts to shoot his cum into the back of your throat. You try to swallow around him as he cums causing him to moan your name. After draining his nuts into your throat, he pulls out and you lick your lips gathering the rest of the cum and swallowing it as well. Everyone pulls out of you and give you time to rest before they hear a screech from the other side of the room. The curse has remerged, but this time it exploded.
The room became normal temperature again and Gojo speaks up, “So that’s why the room was so hot. The curse was still here.”.
Geto chimes in, “The curse was more than likely sex based.”.
Toji speak next, “She did say it’s been a while since she was laid.”.
“Yeah.”, Choso agreed.
“Well at least it’s gone now.”, Nanami adds before turning his attention back to you as you hold onto him. You burst out in laughter from how silly the situation was. All that trauma just because you didn’t get dick in a while. The others laugh with you and started cleaning up the office room. They came back to the table to clean you up as your legs were too fucked out to work properly. Once everyone was clothed, they all gave you their personal business cards and informed you to call them in case the ‘curse’ returned. You kiss them all understanding what they meant and Geto picks you up bridal style. As you and the others open the door, your met by Principle Yaga.
“Did they exorcise your curse?”, Yaga asked.
“Yeah…they exorcised it real well.”, you say a little embarrassed hiding your face in Geto’s neck. Everyone else laughs again before you all exit the room leaving Yagi confused.
warnings: Smut, PwP, Sex Pollen, Marking, Penetration, nipple play, slighy caught, someone watching, fem reader, pet name (use of babe from reader)
A/N: maybe making a part 2
The forest was eerily still save for the occasional chirp of a bird or rustle of leaves in the light breeze. Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched as she and Giyu made their way cautiously through the dense trees.
Giyu walked slightly ahead, the hilt of his sword gripped tightly in his hand. Though his expression was as impassive as ever, Y/n could sense the razor-sharp focus simmering just beneath the surface. When it came to demons, the usually reserved water hashira was all business.
Y/n tried her best to match Giyu's intense vigilance, her own smaller blade at the ready. She depended on her bubbly chatter to calm her nerves during missions like this. "Did you hear the new baby deer was just born in the forest outside my village?" she piped up cheerfully. "The kids have been so excited to see it. They're calling it Blossom because of the white spots on its back!"
She stole a glance at her silent companion, unable to read his stony countenance as usual. But she knew he was listening, he always did despite his brooding demeanor.
Before she could continue her one-sided conversation, a harsh cawing shattered the stillness. A flock of crows burst from the trees just ahead, their frantic wingbeats sending leaves swirling. "Demon," Giyu stated succinctly, lengthening his stride into a run.
Y/n's heart kicked up as she rushed to keep pace. "What kind?" she asked in halting breaths. Giyu's eyes narrowed grimly. "Don’t know let’s get there quick before it hurts people."
As they broke through the forest into a shadowy clearing, an overwhelmingly sweet and cloying aroma assaulted their senses. Y/n's eyes widened at the thick purple fog surrounding them. "What is this?" she exclaimed, waving a hand in front of her face. "Have you ever encountered something like this before?"
She looked to Giyu for an explanation, frowning when he didn't respond. To her shock, his dark blue eyes had an oddly glazed look.
"Giyu?" She reached out, passing her hand before his unfocused stare. He blinked slowly, seeming to shake himself out of his daze.
"Are you alright?" Y/n asked with concern.
"I'm fine," he ground out tightly, both hands gripping the hilt of his sword now. "Just a headache."
Y/n studied him closely. "Maybe you should sit this one out. I can handle it if it's just a minor demon."
"No." Giyu's tone was adamant, almost...desperate? "I won't leave you to fight alone. You could get hurt."
Before she could protest further, a thick purple tentacle shot out from the fog, lashing at Y/n's legs. She swiftly severed it with her blade mid-air, landing in a crouch as it fell limp at her feet. Giyu moved to her side, blade drawn and at the ready as more tentacles came whipping through the forest...
The tentacles came slashing through the hazy purple fog in rapid motions. Y/n and Giyu moved with speed and grace, their blades flashing as they deflected and severed the writhing tentacles one by one.
Though they fought back-to-back, Y/n couldn't help but notice Giyu's movements seemed a bit sluggish, his usual fluid swordsmanship slightly off. His brow was furrowed in either intense concentration or discomfort - it was hard to tell.
A brief lull allowed Y/n to glance back at her partner in concern. "Giyu, are you sure you're alright?"
He gave a curt nod, but his heavy breathing and sweating told a different story. Before Y/n could probe further, a form began emerging from the thick purple fog before them.
The demoness seemed to be fashioned from the purple fog itself, her torso human in appearance but her lower body a gnarled mass of tentacles. Her lips were curved in a sinister smile as her chilling gaze swept over the two hashira.
Without warning, the demoness flung out her arms and a sparkling cloud of white powder exploded outwards. Y/n instinctively covered her mouth and nose, but Giyu wasn't fast enough. The shimmering particles clung to his skin and uniform as he coughed and sputtered.
"Giyu!" Y/n rushed to his side as he doubled over, wrapping a protective arm around his heaving shoulders. She glared daggers at the cackling demoness. "What did you do to him?"
"Oh, just a little stimulant to help him...relax," the demon purred in a lilting tone. "Don't worry, it's quite harmless. At least in small doses."
Seemingly bored with their interaction, the creature melted back into the fog with a flick of her tentacles. The purple demoness leave moments later, leaving Y/n alone with a worryingly dazed Giyu.
She patted his broad back firmly as his coughing slowly subsided. "Easy, easy. Just breathe."
Clutching a fistful of her uniform, he lifted his hooded gaze to meet hers. Y/n's breath caught at the look his dark blue eyes filled with full blow lust- it was unlike anything she'd ever seen from the typically stoic swordsman.
Heat, pure desire seared through her at the blatant hunger blazing of his stare. Giyu reached up with a shaky hand to cup her cheek, his thumb caressing her flushed skin.
"Y/n..." he groaned out her name that sparked tingling heat low in her belly. "I want you. Need you..."
She opened her mouth to respond, to question, but his lips crushed over hers in a searing, desperate kiss. Y/n's eyes fluttered closed as his tongue plundered the depths of her mouth hungrily.
A soft whimper escaped her as he smoothly reversed their positions, pushing her back against the forest floor. Giyu settled his weight over her smaller frame, pinning her effectively beneath him.
Y/n realized that she should be protesting this, fighting him off. Clearly the demon's powder had addled his senses, driven him into a maddened lust. This wasn't her Giyu acting of his own will.
But it wasn’t like she hasn’t imagined, fantasized about being under him like this more times than she could count on sleepless nights. Her own desire had been simmering under the surface for so long, slowly stoked by years of lingering looks and heated proximity during their travels together.
Now with Giyu's hard, straining bulge inbetween her legs, pressing against her through the thin fabric of her panties...Y/n couldn't find it in herself to push him away. Not when she craved this, craved him, so desperately.
Tangling her fingers into his dark locks, she arched needily into the delicious friction as he ground his hips against her core. Y/n gasped at the exquisite pressure, throwing her head back to allow his lips to trail open-mouthed kisses down the column of her neck.
"Giyu...ah!" His name fell from her lips in a breathless moan as he sucked hard at her shoulder.
he swiftly parted her uniform unbuttoning it and pushed it down over her shoulders, exposing her perky breasts to his lustful stare. Y/n flushed under the heat of his gaze, nipples harding in the cool forest air.
"Fuck...you're gorgeous," Giyu groaned, roving his eyes over her exposed flesh with lustful hunger. He leaned down to capture one nipple between his lips while his other wandered lower.
"Enough teasing," Y/n moaned, yanking Giyu down into a bruising kiss that left them both panting heavily.
Shoving his uniform off those broad shoulders, she raked her nails over his hard chest in desperation. She needed to feel his skin against hers, to sate the burning ache that had been simmering for far too long.
Giyu growled against her lips, bucking his hips to grind his bulging length against her clothed cunt. Even through the thin layers of fabric separating them, Y/n could feel the impressive size of him, making her mouth water.
Growling curses, they made short work of shredding the last flimsy barriers until he was finally naked above her. Y/n's eyes went wide at the sight of his flushed cock leaking precum and standing proud.
She licked her lips unconsciously, squirming as she drank in the sight of him in all his naked glory. Without exhaustion, she reached out and boldly fisted his impressive length, giving him a few slow firm strokes.
Giyu grunted, jaw ticking as he clearly fought for control. "Fuck, Y/n...gonna make me cum too fast with that pretty hand yours."
Blushing at the Lewd words coming out of his mouth she flashing him a wicked grin, she purposefully swiped her thumb through the bead of moisture at his tip, moaning softly at the musky scent and taste of his arousal. "Want to make you lose it, babe. Want you to come so fucking hard."
His pupils blew wide at her filthy words, breath coming harsher. "Not if I get my fill of you first."
Hooking her legs over his hips, Giyu didn't waste any more time before guiding the swollen tip of his cock through her soaked folds. Y/n cried out shamelessly as he stretched and filled her in one thick thrust that seated him to the hilt.
For a long moment, they simply stilled and savored the sublime feeling of being so intimately joined. Then Giyu started moving with slow rolls of his hips, dragging his thick cock in tantalizing strokes through her fluttering cunt.
Y/n moaned wildly, nails scratching down the muscles of his back as he swiftly found a faster rhythm. Every piston of his hips drove the breath from her lungs in harsh pants, the slick sounds of their of there hips hitting each other fills the quite forest.
Faster and harder Giyu moved, harnessing that supernatural strength until Y/n felt like a rag doll under the relentless onslaught. The thick bed of moss and grass did little to cushion her body as it was driven into the unforgiving forest floor with each frenzied thrust.
"Harder!" she panted harshly, urging him on with ragged cries and rolling her hips. "Give it to me, fuck me harder!"
Giyu snarled, sweat-damp hair falling in messy disarray as he somehow managed to pick up the brutal pace even more. Y/n wailed in pleasure with each powerful lunge, body feeling pure ecstasy as he pounded into her warm wet cunt.
She could feel it rapidly building, that familiar tightness low in her abdomen as Giyu's cock stretched and filled her so exquisitely. Her hoarse cries and his harsh grunts mingled with the obscene wet sounds of their lovemaking.
It was too much and not enough all at once. Y/n's head thrashed against the loamy ground, toes curling. She just needed that one...final...push...
Bracing his weight on one arm, Giyu suddenly reached between their writhing bodies to thumb tight circles over her swollen clit. Electric sparks lanced through Y/n at that exquisite friction combined with the thick slide of his cock nudging so perfectly against that spongy cluster of nerves with each thrust.
Only a few deft brushes of his skilled fingers and Y/n detonated like a flash bomb. Her scream of rapture echoed through the shadowed forest as her entire body arched into his body.
She was vaguely aware of her nails scratching down Giyu's heaving back, leaving bright pink crescents amidst. Wave after shattering wave of convulsive bliss crashed over her as she milked his pistoning cock in rhythmic spasms.
"That's it, take it all," Giyu growled against the sweat-slick column of her throat, hips driving wildly as her velvet walls rippled around him. "You feel so fucking good, so tight when you cum..."
The strained, filthy praise in his gravelly tone only prolonged Y/n's release, sending her spiraling higher. As if from a distance, she heard her own mindless litany of curses and mewling cries spilling shamelessly from her parted lips.
Just when she thought she couldn't possibly take any more, Giyu's powerful body went rigid above her. With one final, harsh groan muffled against her skin, he emptied his hot cum deep inside her still-quivering cunt.
Y/n whimpered at the feeling of his cock twitching and pulsing, coating her inner walls with each hot spurt.. She clutched his shoulders, anchoring him to her as they rode out the final shockwaves together.
Long moments passed where the only sounds were their harsh mingled breaths and the gentle rustle of leaves overhead. Gradually, Giyu slumped heavily over Y/n, completely spent and sated as his weight pinned her to the damp earth below.
She trailed idle, trembling fingers over the twitching muscles of his powerful back, mapping each ridge and scar as she cradled him against her. When he finally lifted his head, spent but glowing with satisfaction, Y/n cupped his stubbled jaw and brushed her lips over his in a soft, reverent kiss.
After the kiss Giyu eyes finally got to his normal dark blue and he finally caught his breath “I’m s-sorry I don’t know what came over me” he says his body looming over yours and his eyes filled with regret
She smiled “hey it’s alright it wasn’t really your fault, plus I’m not mad that it happened” Giyu’s face turns bright red looks like he’s back to his normal self he then helped you put on your clothes
S-shit” said the unknown man hiding behind the tree his cock in his hand filled with his seed the unknown man tuck himself back in his pants “who knew she was a fucking slut, and doing with that bastard Tomioka” said the unknown man before quietly running off
Who do you think the mysterious person is part. 2 🤔
cw . NSFW (mdni)
MEN WHO ARE genuinely too big for you. though they most definitely would prefer being inside of you, they don't mind just eating you out. too scared to hurt their precious girl ╯︿╰
but you wouldn't want to hurt him either! so sad, all you've been doing is giving them handjobs but you know it isn't enough for him... so why not give in? oh, he's ecstatic.
“You always do this,” he gestured to you. “You’re relaxed and chill when Genya’s here, but the moment I show up you get all… frosty. Did I say something to offend you?”
You shifted from one foot to the other, opening your mouth briefly before snapping it shut, trying to think before you said anything stupid. It didn’t work, as per usual.
“N-no, you just make me nervous-”
Sanemi’s face briefly reminded you of a kicked puppy, and you felt horrible. Of course he’d assume you were frightened of him because of his scars. You chided yourself mentally, attempting to fix your mistake.
“N-not like that!” you lifted your hands to wave them wildly, and the blanket slipped to the floor and puddled around your feet. “I just-you make me nervous because you’re hot!”
Both of you froze this time, and your face lit up bright red, ears burning as your mouth fell open and eyes bugged out at your slip of the tongue. You wished you could melt into the wooden floorboards of the hall.
Sanemi broke out of his stupor first, a slow grin spreading across his face. You would’ve run if you hadn’t been rooted to the floor in humiliation.
“Oh, is that it?” he leaned down, resting one palm flat against the doorframe near your head.
His face was close-too close to yours to be completely comfortable. You turned your head away, trying to calm your racing heart. There’s no way Sanemi was flirting with you. He was probably just being an asshole, right?
Premise: You ask to be teased. {Miniseries: Kyojuro Rengoku, Giyuu Tomioka, Satoru Gojo}
WC: 1140
Warnings/Contains: Dominant Sanemi, mild bondage, pet names: love
“Y/N!”
You were just about to start preparing dinner for yourself when the call of your name echoes through the Wind Hashira Estate. Dropping everything you run toward the entrance.
Closing the door behind him, Sanemi outstretches his arms when he sees you running in his direction. Throwing yourself at him without thought he grunts as he catches you. Pulling back you cup his cheek, “I’m sorry, are you hurt?” Eyes frantically searching across his sweaty and dirt covered face. There’s a small surface scratch on his cheek and some blood splatter down his neck.
“I’m much better now,” he grips your cheeks and crashes his lips into yours. Free hand gripping his waist, pulling his body closer to yours. Other hand falling to trail down his exposed chest. His fingers stretch around the back of your neck, caging you in place as he deepens the kiss. His tongue fighting for dominance as you gladly let him set the pace.
Your heart pounds in your chest. Fighting for air as you let Sanemi consume you. You can feel his solid length press up against your body. You gently push on his chest, trying to indicate that you need to catch your breath. Instead of pulling away he starts trailing kisses down your neck. Moving his hand down to your chest. Giving a gentle squeeze, eliciting a shocked gasp from you.
As his hand continues to roam, you manage through your pants, “Do I need to do a medical exam? And get you cleaned up?”
Sanemi growls against your neck, sinking his teeth into your flesh at your words. “There’s no time for that.” His words are emphasized by the way he aggressively tugs at the belt of your yukata. The fabric falls open to reveal that you wear nothing underneath. His breath catches as he eyes your body. You bite your lip and drop your gaze.
“Fuck, I need you.”
His hand cups your cheek again as the other grabs your hip as he kisses you again. The stark contrast between his gentle caress of your cheek and the bruising vise on your hip has butterflies erupting in your stomach. No one else sees how delicate Sanemi can be, but his dichotomy drives you wild.
He wastes no time, moving his fingers to spread your folds. Swallowing your moans onto his tongue while he starts circling your clit. You weren't exactly soaked yet, but Sanemi knows how to get you worked up, and fast. Gathering your slick to ease the friction on your sensitive nerves. The way his fingers work is quickly turning you into putty at his touch. He pulls his hand away and your body slums at the lack of stimulation. Only for him to reach around and pick you up by the back of your thighs. Quickly wrapping yourself around him to feel stable. He would never drop you, and they way his muscles flex under your touch remind you of that fact. But you’re always cautious. The rough and worn fabric of his uniform between your legs causes a new sensation as he walks you to your shared bedroom. Your forehead falling to rest on the crook of his neck.
“Tease me.” You don’t even realize that you said it aloud until you feel the way he moves his head to look at you.
He lets out a rough laugh, “I've been on constant missions for two weeks and you want to wait?”
“‘Nemi please…” Lifting your head, eyes pleading with his purple irises. An evil smirk falls across his features. Only you can see the desire in his eyes, it makes your walls throb at how needy he gets. You yelp as he tosses you onto the bed.
“Sorry love, but I don’t have that kind of self control when it comes to you.”
He stands over you as he undoes the few buttons of his shirt. Shrugging it off his shoulders along with his haori. Your wide eyes stare at the large bruise along his side, running along one of his ribs. “Sanemi…” He continues undressing, ignoring your call of his name, unbuckling his belt. You slowly reach up to ghost over the bruise on his side, “You need-”
“It doesn't hurt,” he grabs your wrist before you can make contact with the discolored skin. One hand holds your wrist while his other holds his belt. Concern filled eyes look up at his harsh gaze. When he gets in this mood there's no stopping him. As much as you want to fight him, remind him that he’s hurt, you know it’s useless. You watch his eyes fall to the belt in his hand, and start replacing his fingers with the leather wrapping around your wrist. “Wrist.” You swallow at his command, bringing your other hand up to his expectant one. You silently watch him use his belt to strap your wrists together. The way the leather tightens on your skin has you whimpering.
Once satisfied he pulls you closer to him by the leather bound around your arms. Once again, his soft lips contradict the harsh hold on your joints. Free hand falling between your legs, prompting you to spread them to give him easier access. The way he easily slides two fingers into you tells you how much your body loves being treated like this. Your head falls back as his fingers curl against your walls. Moaning as he rubs your nub with the pad of his thumb. Hips bucking at the stimulation.
Sanemi pulls his hand away, giving you a moment to calm your heavy breathing. He refuses to let go of your tied hands. Coating his pants with your slick as he undoes the button and shuffles out of the rest of his uniform. His hard cock now standing at attention in front of you. Pre leaking from his tip.
“Still want to wait, love?”
You shake your head, “N-need you, please.”
His devious smirk returns, pulling your hands above your head, simultaneously climbing on top of you. Pinning you underneath him. Sanemi reaches between your bodies grabbing his length as he runs it through your wetness. Gathering slick before pressing his tip at your entrance. He groans as he starts bucking his hips forward. Sheathing himself between your walls. Sanemi starts painfully slow, but quickly picks up the pace. Your tits bouncing with every sharp thrust of his hips. His free hand adds pressure to your clit.
You're a moaning mess beneath him. The weeks without him have done a number on you as well, although you refuse to admit it. Before you know it you're coming all over his length. Moans quickly become whimpers as his hips don’t stop.
Leaning in close to your ear he growls, “I am nowhere near done with you.”
fem reader, teasing/begging, pet names [pretty girl, baby], orgasm control, mentions of dacryphilia, mentions of restraint/bondage, MDNI
꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ SANEMI: 10/10
sanemi lives to see you yearning for his touch. he just can't get enough of your little whines and pleads for his hands on you, and the way you paw at the bulge in his pants so desperately makes his every muscle tense up in anticipation - but his favorite part is seeing just how far he can push you.
"what's that, pretty girl? you want what?" sanemi sneers, knowing fully well what you just said but he just can't help playing dumb to see how sexually frustrated you can get. he kneels over where you're laying, a hand palming the bulge in his pants nonchalantly. "this? this what you want? hm?"
"yes, please, seriously," you whine out between heaved breaths, your flushed aura making you hot and a bit irritated from how much he's withholding you. your fingers flit over your panties, finding your clit in an attempt to appease the high tension building in your body. "can't take it anymore... please, just give it to me."
"well, since you asked so nicely," sanemi jeers as he slips his pants just beyond his hips, his cock pressing against your twitching, achy clit. he lets out little grunted breaths as he rocks his hips, head catching against your sensitive nerves again and again. he can see the dissent on your face when you realize he's not slipping in anytime soon.
"what's that look, huh?" sanemi feigns innocence, adoring the way you pout and whine at him, begging so desperately to be filled up the way you want to. he sneers between a tantalizing smile, "beg me a few more times n' i'll think about it."
꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ GIYUU: 3/10
giyuu doesn't instinctively lean towards withholding himself from you, and he's never really thought about the idea of seeing you beg for him. he's not too keen with the notion of beating around the bush, as it were - and yet, all it takes is your demeanor all needy and pliable in his lap with pleads falling from your lips for his mind to wander.
"can't help it, just so horny..." you mutter through little panted breaths, letting your hips grind and roll against his clothed cock in tandem with the rise and fall of your chest. you feel giyuu's fingers flit against your thighs as his eyes wander across your frame, all until he pulls away, unusually. your eyes flicker up at his expression, and all you can pronounce is a little, "huh?"
"wanna see you do it yourself," giyuu murmurs under his breath, his pants feeling stiffer underneath where you're sitting so prettily for him. he wants to fuck you - bad, but right now he wants to see how far he can take it before you fall apart into pieces. with a little push of his hips up against you, he leers, "i know you want to."
you feel a sliver of tingles down your spine at the change in his demeanor, and your hips almost start rutting on their own. every time you make eye contact with him, you're met with a stern gaze - who would've known this side of him could turn you on so much? your voice comes out in a whimper as you let your now-wet panties grind against his bulge, "i'll do anything if you just touch me, please. fuck me- hah, can't take it."
maybe it's the way you finally look so desperate, so messy, flushed, and shuddering on his lap that causes him to finally give in - and when he does, you're really in for it.
꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ TENGEN: 11/10
tengen lives to see you a whining, teary-eyed mess just for him. he'll do anything to see you shudder, to feel you getting wetter from just one look, to even hear your pleads become more and more broken and whimpered. he just can't help but enjoy it even when you hop on top of him in attempt to get back at him.
"what's this, huh?" tengen sneers as he watches the little determined look on your face as you sink down onto his cock, refusing to move in efforts to give him a taste of his own medicine. he lets out a little chuckle at the way you cross your arms all serious and tough-like. he lets his hands glide along your hips, "really...? is this a punishment or something?"
"mhm," you hum with a nod, trying to ignore the fact that the head of his cock is poking up right against that spot that makes your knees weaken. you keep your resolve, occasionally grinding your hips to see how he reacts - maybe he'll jolt, let out a little moan - but he doesn't, and you start to feel a little discouraged. you drag your hands along his chest and his abs, pressing kisses against his neck in a desperate attempt.
"feels good, doesn't it? my cock all pushed inside you like this," tengen murmurs against your ear, his voice sending a shudder down your spine and you tighten around him just enough for him to know he's affecting you. his hands caress your waist, your back, your hips - he knows it's working, and that's pissing you off even more. "you can lemme have just a little, can't you, baby?"
it only takes a few more sickly sweet whispers from tengen's lips for him to have you bouncing on his lap, mind boggled as slick smothers messily around his shaft. maybe next time you'll try something different to tease him with.
꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ KYOJURO: 7/10
kyojuro oftentimes likes to give you what you want, as you properly deserve - although, the same can't always be said for him in bed. it's like a switch flips, and all he can desire and cultivate are those little whiny moans pleading for him to just 'keep going, don't stop.'
"don't stop what?" kyojuro murmurs with a little smirk on his face and slick covering his fingers and palm. his thumb nudges your clit ever so gently, his fingers finding their way to his tongue to clean off the mess that you've already made of them. he watches your hips jolt in desperation, and he chuckles softly in that innocent manner he always does. "need it that much, do you?"
you let out a little groan of dissent, rocking your hips in an attempt to get his thumb to circle your clit a little faster - just at least a little. he sees the way your muscles shudder in anticipation, and maybe he feels he's been a bit mean. with a little murmur of 'this what you want? here?' and his fist around his cock, he finally presses between your walls with a stifled grunt, "that's it, isn't it? right there..."
"yes, yes, fu- yes," you practically whimper, feeling elation coursing through your every nerve as he rocks his hips slowly, intentionally. each press of his cock fills the hilt of your cunt and you can feel your sanity draining each time he ruts forwards. faster, then faster, even faster still, your consciousness fades just as fast as your orgasm builds. "f-feels so good, fuck."
kyojuro lets out a chuckled sneer as he caresses your cheek, hips rocking hard against yours. "feels better after being patient, doesn't it? maybe i'll have to tease you more often."
꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ OBANAI: 6/10
teasing manifests for obanai as more of a power play than anything else. his whims aren't always consistent; sometimes he'll make you touch yourself without his help at all, other times he'll keep your hands restrained so there's no way you could even help yourself if you wanted to. but this time, it's a bit different.
"shh, shh... what did i say? wait," obanai murmurs lowly as his fingers curl intentionally against that spot that makes you feel like you're falling apart at the seams. his other hand finds your clit, circling it in tandem with each press of his fingers inside of you. you shudder desperately beneath him, voice coming out in hitched mews. obanai repeats himself, "no cumming 'til i say so."
you nod your head in obedience weakly, finding it harder and harder to fight the jolts of pleasure wracking your limbs. each aching curl of his digits makes your whole spine tingle, and you use all of your strength to hold back. that is, until he swaps his fingers for the hard cock in his fist. "please..."
"please, what? i told you," obanai lets out a hitched breath as he slips himself between your walls, finding your saccharine, desperate pussy an immediate relief for the unforgiving throb in his cock. he pushes your thighs apart and watches you shiver, curling over you broodingly, "no cumming 'til i say so."
you hold onto your sanity for dear life, but the wet smacks and lewd moans filling the room are enough for you to teeter over the edge of oblivion. you're lucky that obanai is right there with you, gripping your waist and fucking into you with a wanton need - it seems this time you'll just barely make it in time.
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Cocky men who are just so full of themselves, who know how handsome they are, who know how good they fuck.
You want to resist, you hate knowing that you're just another one of his conquests but he's just so irresistible. And he's close to you, too close. You can smell his old spice shampoo mixed with something sweeter and you can practically taste it on the tip of your tongue- it's a smell that makes you want to bury your nose into him over and over again.
He bends down, his lips just grazing your cheek, a feather-light touch that sends shivers down your spine, making your entire body quiver. "If you want me to stop, say it now," he whispers. When you remain silent, he brushes his mouth against the hollow of your temple. "Or now." He traces the curve of your cheekbone. "Or now." His lips meet yours.
It is all a blur from there, but now your on your back, naked, legs pressed flush against your chest effectively folding you in half and spreading you open. And oh boy do the curtains match the drapes because he is so big. His dick fills you up better than your fingers or a stupid dildo ever could and the drag against your walls with every thrust, the friction, it's delicious.
"This what you imagined in that pretty head of yours?" He chuckles, and you open your mouth to say something but he already capturing your lips with his. You whine into his mouth and you let his tongue weave its way into yours. His hands slides down to your throat, giving your the sides of it a squeeze to softly block your air flow.
"Huhhh... so good m'feel so good." You whine. You think you must be dreaming with how euphoric everything feels right now. The pleasure is so good it's all you can think about, it's absorbing you. Your abdomen tightens with every surge of hot tingly goodness that comes with each thrust and electric flesh arrows of pleasure dance along your skin.
"Oh I know baby, I know you do," He coos, bucking up his hips teasingly. He lets out a soft groan at the way your pussy feverishly grips his dick. The sound of wet sweaty skin slapping mix and mingle in the sex steamed air. You want to scream at the way his dick fills you up so perfectly every time he snaps his hips into yours.
A mixture of pre cum and your juices accumulates at the base of his dick and every vein on his cock dragged against your velvety walls, catching on your entrance as her pulled back before falling back into you.
“You can cum princess, we got all the time in the world."
Premise: You ask to be teased. {Miniseries: Kyojuro Rengoku, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Satoru Gojo}
WC: 840
A/N: I have yet to watch today's episode (Ep 2 Hashira Training Arc). I am not ready. So have this while I mentally prepare... Also, how have I not posted smut for Giyuu yet?
Warnings/Contains: Oral (Fem receiving), that's it (I think)
“Teased?” he tilts his head, eyebrows slightly scrunching together.
Giyuu looks so angelic above you. His bangs falling forward and framing his face, while also allowing you an unobstructed view of his face. Cheeks flushed from your makeout session. His hands on either side of your head caging you in while holding himself up. His forearms inches away from your face, veins on full display if you could peel your gaze away from his ocean eyes. Your fingertips trail down the exposed muscles of his chest. Only your underwear keeping your bodies from making contact.
“Yea, like… don’t let me come yet.” Your face suddenly feels too hot. No longer able to maintain eye contact, gaze falling to his abs. It took a lot to get to the point where you are currently at. You’ve generally been going slow, figuring out the things that Giyuu likes first. This is the first time you've explicitly asked for something, and suddenly it's embarrassing.
“But…” you can practically hear the gears turning in his head, “Don’t you want to feel good?”
Your heart races, for some reason that was not the direction you were expecting Giyuu to take this, “I- I do.” You silently curse the way your voice shakes. “T-think of it like you’re making me feel good for a... longer time.”
His eyes are filled with an earnest curiosity, humming in response, “Okay, I’ll try.” Dropping his weight back onto you, grinding his pelvis into you as his lips reclaim yours. Giyuu lets out a small groan against your lips. Music to your ears, if only he would never stifle his noises. His hand trails the shape of your body, settling to grip your hip closer to his. Encouraging your hips to rise and meet his as he grinds his hard length against your clothed wetness. Giyuu pulls away panting, not giving himself time to recover before he starts trailing kisses down your cheek… jaw… collar bone…
The rise and fall of your lungs is rapid as he continues trailing his lips down your chest… ribs… stomach…
Only pulling away when he tucks his fingers in the hem of your underwear. Tugging them down the length of your legs and discarding them to the room to be found later. Giyuu settles himself between your legs. Wrapping his muscular arms around your thighs, holding them spread open for him. His veins trailing up his arm only make the throb between your legs ache harder. He trails endless kisses along your thigh. Starting near your knee and getting painfully close to your core without paying it any attention.
You drop your hand to run through his dark locks. Working your hand around to cup his cheek. He brings his hooded gaze up to meet your eyes. Without breaking eye contact he shifts his head to kiss the palm of your hand. Anything he does only makes you melt further into him. He reaches his fingers forward, pulling your hand away from his face, forcing you to grip your own thigh beneath his palm.
He runs one flat tongue through your folds to gage how wet you are. Once satisfied with the way your head falls back to the mattress he dives in. Suctioning his mouth around your clit. Moving his jaw and shaking his head to add stimulation. His chin teasing your entrance when he moves at just the right angle. Right when you think you cant take it anymore he releases the suction. Another flat tongue through your folds. Your chest is heaving and you can't stop the noises escaping you. He slowly enters his tongue into you, curling it as far it will reach. You squirm, hips bucking, involuntarily trying to pull away. His grip on your legs only tightens, holding you open for him, refusing the way your legs try to force their way closed.
“Giyuu - I - wait -”
Your words are breathless and he’s immediately pulling away from you, releasing his grip on your flesh. “Did I do something wrong?” You're panting trying to recover, stave off your high. Eyes squeezed shut. You feel the weight of the bed shift as he crawls on top of you. You jump slightly at Giyuu cupping your cheek, the contact unexpected. “Y/n?” It's probably the softest he has ever spoken to you. You place your hand on top of his, leaning your head into his touch calming yourself. “Talk to me.”
You finally bring yourself to open your eyes. His bottom lip glistens with your wetness. Lips parted as he breathes deeply. His brows pinched together waiting for some sort of response. His deep azure eyes bore into your own, leaving you even more speechless. A tinge of guilt fills your gut at the concern on his face. “I- I'm good. You did nothing wrong.”
“But-”
“I told you to tease me.” It's followed by a breathy smile as you still recover.
He nods in understanding, pulling your lips into a gentle kiss. “I’ll learn, I promise.”
Simon Riley would be the type of man to finger you for no reason other than loving the feeling of your warm heat and how your walls flutter when you get close to cumming
A/N: Here you will find part two. I am so happy to be back with part three. Thank you all so much for the feedback. I have been writing for a long time but could never really tell if my writing was good or if my characters were good. So hearing all your opinions really gave my writing confidence a big boost. Thank you so much! I don't know if you would be intrested in moodboards and playlist for my stories? I have seen some things like that, but wanted to check first if there is a demand for that. -Swan/Moon
Desmonds POV
His heart pounded so incredibly hard in his chest, he was afraid that ahe could hear it. They had similar intrests, they were joking around with each other. This was good, really good. Maybe for once fate would be on his side.
""I always retreat to my cabin in the woods," Desmond told her, wanting to keep the conversation going. He wanted to know more about her. However, the alpha tried to stay calm and especially: not creepy. It must be strange enough for her that a much older man was flirting with her. Though Desmond actually doubted that she was aware of his advances. Calling her beautiful multiple times made her only roll her eyes; calling her funny made her smile, but it did not reach her eyes. By now, he had gotten a handful of smiles from her, honest smiles. Also, it was difficult to get personal with her. She always talked so... inpersonal about herself.
""A cabin in the woods? Sounds like an absolute dream. But more like a little shed with a bed or an actual house type?" she asked and snickered, the corners of his mouth rose. She made him chuckle and laugh. When was the last time he had laughed heartily? He felt like he had become like his father, a cold asshole. No wonder his brother refused to talk to him. Had he become emotionless toward his pack too? Gods, life had drained him through the years... He craved something he had right before him. Desmond wanted to reach out, throw her over his shoulder, and take her to the said cabin. However, that was not how things worked. The alpha needed a slow and non-strange approach to all of this.
"More like an actual house in the woods. I must admit I have gotten attached to some luxuries like a toilet, an actual kitchen, and Wi-Fi," Desmond answered. He looked up at her. She grinned. "Okay, I absolutely understand that. I went camping once. It was the worst thing I ever did. The mosquitoes ate me alive." Desmond chuckled and drank in the view in front of him. He wanted nothing more than to talk on with her. Of course, he had thought about asking her out to eat. However, he didn't feel ready for that, afraid of rejection. Usually, he would laugh at himself. He, Desmond Lyall, Alpha of one of the best-situated packs in this part of the world, afraid of rejection?
His phone beeped, and he ignored it. "Do you have dogs?" she asked him. Desmond looked at her, surprised. "No, I sadly don't have the time for a dog," he lied. Technically, he was a dog...well, a wolf. "My family owns two corgis, Pumpkin and Spice. They're so lovely," she told him with a big, honest smile, clearly proud of her dogs. Desmond chuckled again, but before he could answer, his phone beeped again, and he excused himself to look at it.
Beta Isaac: How is it going with your mate?
Beta Isaac: So, she works at 'Sailor Boy.'
Alpha Desmond: How do you know that?
Beta Isaac: I'm the one overseeing the money that goes in and out of the pack fund. You can guess now three times how I know that.
Alpha Desmond: Remember your place. Isaac.
Beta Isaac: Somebody's getting blue-balled apparently. Never would have guessed you to be the patient type. Now tell me about her so I can tell Denny to look her up.
Alpha Desmond: No, I want to do this myself and alone.
Beta Isaac: Hey! We have a right to know things about her too, since she'll be your partner.
Alpha Desmond: Just give me some time.
Alpha Desmond: Any news about William?
Beta Isaac: Sadly no, but Denny keeps his eyes (and cameras) open.
Desmond sighed. Denny was their tech guy, a twenty-two-year-old who had recently joined their pack. He had a knack for everything technical and could even hack and control a microwave. Desmond liked the kid. He had a good heart and a weakness for bubble tea—and, of course, his boyfriend, Collin. Collin was Desmond's godson, a burly wolf who was a bit dim-witted but with a big heart. Denny and he were good for each other.
Desmond looked up from his phone when he smelled other wolves enter the resturant. Some young wolves in their late teens had entered. They sat a little farther away from Desmond, but nodde at him. Of course they sensed his presence and ackowledged him at it was usall.
Desmond watched his mate as she walked over to them and took their orders. The boy ordered some cocktails that were only found here. Flirting with his mate, he shot glares toward the boys. However, they clearly didn't get the message.
Throughout the course of their stay, they even dared to look at his mate's breasts, Which of them looked wonderful in that tight top, however, it was unacceptable. They also behaved like little rowdies, being loud and obnoxious in general. When his mate walked back into the kitchen, Desmond got up and walked over to the boys.
""Listen up, pups." He growled at them, his presence radiating the dominance of an older and more skilled predator. "If you continue to behave like this, especially towards the waitress." He dipped his head a little lower, his voice once again a growl. "We have a damn problem." They dipped their heads in submission, being quiet. Those boys knew when they should listen and this was such an occasion.
Desmond walked back to his table and sat down again. When his mate returned, the young wolves behaved better, keeping their gazes lowered and being quieter. Immediately his mate was friendlier with them, giving them her cute smile. Desmond would go mad; he was jealous and felt possessive. However, he absolutely knew it wouldn't bring him anywhere if he acted further on it.
Once again, he spent his whole evening there and went back to his hotel, his mind occupied by his little mate...
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Fate meant well for him. The next day, he had some free time because the meeting was not happening. There had been an emergency in the pack of the other alphas, and they would wait upon his return.
Now, Desmond was a little at a loss about what to do. He dressed a little more casually today, just in some dark blue dress pants and the matching dress shirt. He decided that he would take a little stroll around the city. After all, he hadn't been there since his early youth.
So he walked familiar places; many things had changed. There had been a cinema at one corner in the inner city; now there was a phone store. Some things were the same, like the bookstore. It was still there. Desmond had bought some of his favorite books there; they stood in his cabin now. He reread them every so often, wanting to walk down memory lane and maybe get himself a new book, he walked in.
It smelled still the same: old and new books, brewed tea somewhere...And by the moon, his mate had must have been here—it smelled like she had just walked by. Unable to do anything else, he followed her scent through the few rows of books.
There she stood, not in work clothes. Desmond's inner wolf whined at the sight. He wanted out, he wanted to follow his nature: To care, to protect, to love, to claim. His mate looked beautiful. Just in some beige corduroy pants and a fitting shirt. It was open and under it she wore a tight top. He tried to concentrate on something else than her perfect breasts. So he quickly averted his gaze, trying to look at the books
"Our paths seem to cross constantly." She greeted him and walked up to him with a chuckle. "It seems that way." He answered and smiled at her; she was at least one and a half heads smaller than him. In her hands were some books.
"Honestly, I didn't think you would be the type to read." She said to him and looked up. Desmond answered, "Well, I used to get my books here when I was younger and on vacation." He told her, suddenly becoming aware of their age gap.
"I still get my books here." She answered with a chuckle. "And what are you getting?" He asked and tried to look at the covers. "Romance and fantasy books mostly. I love fantasy books; they help me escape from this dull world without magic." She joked. But Desmond could feel an underlying sadness in her voice.
"We all need a way to de-stress. Books are perfect for that." He answered her softly, thinking of a very different way he would like to de-stress right now.
"What do you usually read?" She asked now, definitely interested. "I read Lord of the Rings when I was younger. I also read a little Game of Thrones and other fantasy books." The alpha told her. Fantasy books were his guilty pleasure. His mate's eyes lit up. "I love Lord of the Rings!" She exclaimed, and he could see she wanted to talk more, but her phone rang. She answered it quickly. "Hey, Mom, is everything okay? Oh. Yeah, I am coming home. Don't touch him. I'll be there." She quickly ended the call. "Sorry, but I have to go," she said to him and quickly put the books she wanted to buy aside and almost ran out of the store. Desmond was greatly worried. The woman on the phone sounded like she was in distress. It also broke his heart that his mate quickly abandoned something she liked and wanted for...whatever was happening. So he took the books she had laid aside and walked to the counter. He bought them. The alpha might have overstepped in this phase of getting to know her, but he would give her the books this evening when she was at work.
Hey! For sinful Sunday - can I ask for a needy fem reader who is teasing Shiggy while he's gaming? ❤️
Warnings: oral (m receiving), some spanking, cowgirl, creampie, a little angry Shiggy in the beginning, established relationship
A/N: this request received the most votes during the first Sinful Sunday poll I held over a week ago. Thank you to everyone who voted!
SINFUL SUNDAY MY HERO ACADEMIA
Shigaraki was engrossed in his game, the controller clenched tightly in his partially gloved hands as he navigated through the virtual world of Mortal Kombat X. He was so focused, his fingers moving rapidly over the controller, his eyes fixed on the screen; his eyes lit up with every victory, and his brow furrowed with every defeat.
You had been eyeing Shigaraki from across the room all evening, completely oblivious to your presence. But you had been feeling needy that night, craving your boyfriend’s attention and touch.
Slowly, you approached a couch, your steps light as you came to stand behind him. You could feel the warmth of his body radiating off him, and the urge to touch him had become overwhelming. Leaning in from behind, you brushed your lips against the shell of his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. "Hey there, handsome," you purred, your voice low and sultry. Your hands slowly trailed over his shoulders, then moved down to his chest, clad in a dark pullover.
He turned to look at you, and when your eyes met, he asked bluntly, "What do you want?"
"Mind if I join you? I just wanted to spend some time with my handsome boyfriend.”
Shigaraki's fingers faltered for a moment, his attention torn between the game and your proximity. He was reluctant at first, trying to focus on the game, but your soft touches and whispered words were too distracting to ignore.
"Sure," Shigaraki agreed with a nod, though he added with a sigh, "But try not to distract me too much. I’m in the middle of a crucial match."
You trailed kisses along his neck, feeling the tension in his muscles slowly melt away. Your hands roamed over his chest as you pressed your body against his back from behind.
"Come on, Tomura," you whispered, your breath hot against the skin on the column of his neck. "Don't you want to take a break? You’ve been playing for hours."
Shigaraki growled at you, "I already told you not to bother me, doll." He motioned for you to sit beside him, adding, "But you can stay. Just be quiet."
You sat beside him on the old, worn-out couch. For a moment, you just watched the flickering screen and how he knocked his opponents down. Yet after a moment, you grew bored and decided to return to your earlier plan.
Suddenly, Tomura felt your hand on his thigh, inching closer and closer to his crotch. He gasped as you began to stroke him through his pants, your touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Shigaraki's grip tightened on the controller. Irritation flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly overshadowed by the sensation of your touch. He bit his chapped lower lip, a mix of annoyance and pleasure evident on his face as he struggled to focus on the game. "Cut it out," he uttered, his voice tinged with frustration. He tried to push your hand away, but you were insistent.
Despite his protests, he couldn't deny the thrill of your touch, the waves of pleasure coursing through his body distracting him from the game at hand.
You knelt down beside him, your hands slowly making their way up his thighs. You could feel the tension in his body increase as your fingertips grazed the bulge in his pants yet again.
Shigaraki glanced over at you, his eyes glistening with anger, but he didn't stop playing, and you took that as a good sign. You began to rub his growing erection through his pants again, your fingers tracing the outline of his cock. You could hear him let out a low groan, and it only spurred you on.
You reached for his fly, undoing it slowly and pulling his cock out.
Shigaraki's eyes never left the screen, but his breathing became more labored, and he went beet red, even though his cheeks were usually very pale. “Doll,” he warned you within a husky tone. “I’m fucking busy.”
You pulled his cock out fully, marveling at its size and girth. “Yeah, Shiggy, I know.” You licked your lips in anticipation, before leaning in and taking him into your mouth.
Shigaraki let out a loud moan, his fingers slipping on the controller, causing him to lose the match. “Fuck!” he cursed loudly, throwing his head back. Shigaraki yanked you by your hair off his cock, his crimson eyes piercing as he looked at you. With a light slap on your cheek, he spoke in a commanding tone, "Better make this worth it with that pretty mouth of yours, needy slut."
You chuckled softly, lowering your head again and wrapping your lips around his dick, your tongue swirling around the dusty rose head of his cock. You took him deeper into your mouth, your hands gripping his thighs for leverage. You could hear the sound of wet, sloppy suction as you worked him over, your hands cupping his balls and gently massaging them occasionally, and it only spurred you on more.
Shigaraki's hips began to buck, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth as he started another match. He was in pure bliss, lost in the sensations of your touch. He already considered it the best blowjob of his life.
You could feel him getting closer to the edge, his breathing becoming more ragged. You redoubled your efforts, your tongue flicking against the underside of his cock.
"Fuck, yes, just like that, doll," Shigaraki groaned, the fingers of his left hand finally letting go of the controller. He reached down, his hand tangling in your hair as he fucked your mouth, pressing your head to his groin. His cock was throbbing in your mouth.
You began to drool all over his cock, your saliva dripping down onto his balls, staining his pants as well. You then took Shiggy's cock out of your mouth and began to lick and suck his balls.
Tomura let out a loud moan as your tongue swirled around his sensitive sac.
You took one of his balls into your warm mouth and sucked on it gently, causing the man to shudder with pleasure.
You went back to sucking your boyfriend's cock, taking it as deep into your mouth as you could. Using your hand to stroke his shaft in time with your mouth, you caused him to groan deeply.
He could feel himself getting closer and closer to exploding. With a final, guttural groan, Shigaraki came, his cum filling your mouth and cascading down your throat.
You swallowed it all down greedily, your own arousal reaching new heights. You pulled away, licking your lips and smiling up at him, making the best puppy eyes.
Shigaraki looked down at you, his eyes hazy with lust. "You're incredible," he whispered, before grabbing your chin between his thumb and index finger, pulling you closer and capturing your lips in a searing kiss.
Finally, he set down the controller, turning to face you fully with a hungry look in his eyes.
With a sultry smirk, you slowly mounted his lap, feeling the heat between your bodies ignite. His hands roamed over your curves, his touch sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins. You moaned softly as his lips found yours again, the kiss deep and passionate, igniting a fire within you that couldn't be extinguished. You ground your crotch against his penis, which was still coated with a mixture of your saliva and his own cum. You wrapped your hand around the thick, slick shaft, stroking it slowly as you gazed into his eyes. "I need you so fucking much," you whimpered, running your tongue over your lips. You hoisted your skirt up, moving your cotton panties to the side, and positioned yourself directly over Shiggy’s cock. With one swift movement, you guided his penis inside your needy pussy, gasping as you felt him fill you completely, painfully stretching your velvety walls out.
You both let out a sigh of pleasure as you began to move in sync - you grinding your hips against him as you rode his cock, and him guiding your movements as he thrust up into you.
As your orgasm built, you threw your head back, letting out a series of moans and gasps as you held tightly onto his shoulder. "Tomura, Tomura, Tomura, just like that," you begged, sounding like the most pathetic bitch.
Tomura's own pleasure mounted, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. He reached both hands out and grasped the meat of your ass, squeezing and spanking it harshly. "Ride my cock, bitch. Show me how much you wanted my dick inside your pathetic, needy cunt."
You increased our pace, practically bouncing on his cock, making the couch creak. You could feel his cock swelling inside you.
He groaned, his body tensing as he came for the second time that evening, filling you with ropes of his warm cum.
You continued to ride him, milking every last drop from his cock as your own orgasm washed over you as well, your walls clenching rhythmically around his cock that started getting flabby.
Spent and satisfied, you collapsed against Shigaraki's chest, your breathing slowing as you reveled in the afterglow of your passionate encounter. You shared a soft, tender kiss.
"I'm sorry I distracted you, and you lost that one game," you murmured, a hint of guilt in your voice. "But I couldn't help myself. I was just throbbing with need."
Shigaraki kissed the tip of your nose, caressing your cheek gently. "It's okay," he reassured you, his touch calming. "To be honest, I wasn't enjoying the game as much as I thought I would. I'll just have Kurogiri order me another fighting game."
villain!Bakugo with f!reader. I'll leave the plot up to you (I'm confident you'll come up with something nice.) All I'm asking for is our boy being a bad guy, having his verrry rough ways with the reader (including spanking!)
Warnings: smut with plot, rough smut, pussy fingering, spanking, doggy style & missionary, creampie, fem!reader, villain!Bakugo, mentions of fwb
A/N: this request got the second highest number of votes during the first Sinful Sunday poll I held over a week ago. Thank you to everyone who voted!
SINFUL SUNDAY MY HERO ACADEMIA
As the convoy rattled along the desolate highway, Bakugo sat shackled in the back of the armored vehicle, his crimson eyes narrowed in frustration. He had been captured, subdued by the heroes, and now they were escorting him to a maximum-security prison. Trapped within the confines of the van, his hands bound by quirk-restraining handcuffs, he seethed with impatience. But Bakugo Katsuki, the menacing Dynamight, was not one to be contained so easily.
There was a minor flaw in handcuffs design that he quickly noticed and exploited to free himself - it was a pair of older handcuffs, made of a weaker metal alloy. It meant they were susceptible to melting under intense heat.
With his explosive quirk, Bakugo swiftly devised a plan to apply enough heat to his hands and the cuffs to weaken them, allowing him to break free.
Some time later, Bakugo's quirk erupted in a fiery blaze, tearing through the vehicle's structure like paper. Amidst the chaos, Bakugo seized the moment.
Using the intense heat of his explosion, Bakugo focused his quirk on the weak metal of the handcuffs. With a sizzle and a crackle, the metal began to melt under the intense heat, giving way to his freedom. With a triumphant roar, Bakugo tore his hands free from the now-molten restraints.
As he burst out of the van, a surge of fury coursing through his veins, he was met with a grim sight. The guards who had been stationed on the back of the vehicle, caught in the blast of his explosion, lay motionless on the ground, their bodies heavily burnt. The intense heat and force of the blast had been too much for them to withstand.
The blonde haired man chuckled darkly, basking in the sight. He didn't know why, but they reminded him of beef being roasted on a grill.
The night air was cool against his skin as he sprinted through the darkness, the sounds of pursuit echoing behind him. Of course they wouldn't stop looking for him! He was too dangerous, too unpredictable. He was a threat to society.
Bakugo was quick and cunning, slipping through the shadows like a wraith. He knew he had to find shelter, to lay low until the heat died down. He darted through the forest, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he sought refuge from his pursuers. With each passing moment, the distance between them grew, but Bakugo knew he couldn't afford to let his guard down.
After a while, he noticed he was familiar with his surroundings – he recognized a mountain on the horizon. He used to climb it countless times in the past with his girl friend, back when things were good.
Hours later, weary yet exhilarated from his escape, Bakugo stumbled upon a secluded cabin nestled at the base of the mountain. It was the perfect hiding place, a sanctuary from the prying eyes of the heroes and law enforcement. With a smirk, Bakugo darted towards the cabin, his heart pounding with anticipation.
Bakugo wasted no time in approaching, his senses on high alert as he surveyed the area for any sign of danger. But as he reached the door, he realized that the door was closed - a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things.
With a grunt of frustration, Bakugo raised his leg and delivered a powerful kick to the door, the sound of splintering wood echoing through the night. He stepped over the threshold, his keen, crimson eyes scanning the ground floor for any sign of life.
The cabin was eerily silent, the only sound the faint rustle of leaves outside. Bakugo moved cautiously, his heavy footsteps echoing in the empty space as he searched for a place to hide. And then he saw it - a staircase leading up to the upper floor.
Deciding to explore further, Bakugo made his way up the creaking staircase to the upper floor. The air was heavy with the scent of pine and lavender, the faint flicker of candlelight guiding his way.
Bakugo walked quietly through the narrow corridor leading to the room at its end. The flickering candlelight spilled from under the door, casting a dim glow along the walls of the corridor. As he reached the wooden door, he slid it aside.
Inside, he saw you sleeping peacefully in your bed, oblivious to the chaos unfolding around you.
For a moment, Bakugo's heart skipped a beat as he took in your familiar form. It had been years since he had last seen you, but he would never forget your face. Memories of days gone by flooded his mind - the laughter, the late nights, the stolen moments of passion. You were his old friend, his confidante, his partner in crime.
It couldn't be a coincidence that he found himself in your cabin. You, the woman who had always helped him, even when he turned to a life of crime.
But as he stood there, watching you sleep, Bakugo knew that things had changed. He was no longer the same person he once was, and neither were you.
You stirred awake, your eyes fluttering open as you sensed a presence in the room. Fear flashed in your eyes as you took in the sight of a tall man standing in the door leading to your bedroom, his expression unreadable in the dim light cast by a candle.
“Who are you?!” you whispered, noticing how dry your throat had become.
“Y/N,” he uttered your name as if it was the most sacred word in the entire world.
"Bakugo?" you whispered, your voice trembling with disbelief.
He nodded, a mixture of emotions swirling within him as he stepped into the room. "Yeah, it's me," he replied gruffly, his voice rough with emotion. "I didn't mean to intrude, I was just -"
He felt foolish, like a complete idiot. He should have left right away, for both your sake and his own, but something in the look on your face stopped him. The fear was replaced by genuine happiness – you were genuinely happy to see him.
"Running from the heroes," you finished the sentence for him, your voice soft but tinged with sadness. "I heard about what happened in the convoy, all of the TV stations had it in their breaking news. Are you okay?"
Bakugo hesitated, his gaze flickering away for a moment before meeting yours once more. Not only were you happy to see him, but you were also concerned about his well-being. You were one of a kind. "I'm fine," he said brusquely, his words laced with a hint of bitterness.
You nodded, understanding in your eyes as you reached out a hand towards him. "You can stay here," you offered quietly. "As long as you need to. I bought this hut some time ago. I was ready to leave town, but too many memories held me back.”
Bakugo's expression softened at your words, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. "Thanks," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I appreciate it." He cleared his throat awkwardly, adding, “I’m glad you stayed.”
After being awakened, you guided him downstairs. You prepared a meal for him, making sure to add all of the spicy spices you had. After the meal, you offered him a fresh towel and allowed him to take a shower. Thankfully, you had some male clothes on hand. They belonged to him in the past, left by your place just in case, and you never felt ready to part with them. It seemed that fate had its own plans for the two of you all those years ago.
As you scrubbed the dishes, the warm water running over your hands, your mind wandered to him yet again. It had been so long since you last saw him, yet the moment he was near, your heart fluttered like it used to, and your thoughts raced uncontrollably.
Butterflies danced in your stomach as you cursed yourself for feeling this way. You shouldn't be drawn to him, not after everything. Sure, you had once helped him when he was already a villain, but now... Now he was something else entirely.
A convicted murderer. A dangerous, notorious villain.
You shook your head, trying to push away the memories of your time together. You had to focus on the task at hand, on the present, not dwell on the past! But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't shake the feeling of longing that lingered in your heart, reminding you of the connection you once shared.
Despite never officially being his girlfriend, despite the numerous times he hurt you, shattering your heart into pieces, pushing you away only to come back begging for help when his other relationships fell apart one by one, you still found yourself longing for him. You were always his second choice. Even when he was fucking you, whispering sweet nothings that you knew deep down were only meant to manipulate you, and despite your rational mind warning you, you couldn't help but cling to the hope that maybe, just maybe, he meant it. Eventually, you resigned yourself to the fact that you were nothing more than a side option in his life. And you grew used to things being that way.
Bakugo returned to you wearing only sweatpants. He was shirtless, with his wet bangs adorning his forehead; his toned physique drew your admiring gaze. It was evident he had stayed in great shape over the years.
He noticed your gaze and flashed you a cocky grin. "Enjoying the view, huh?"
You felt a flush creeping up your cheeks as you struggled to look away. "You... look pretty damn good," you confessed, feeling a surge of excitement at the sight of him. “Even after all these years…”
Bakugo closed the distance between you, his presence practically crackling with electricity. "Why don't you come over here and find out just how good I can be?" he nearly purred, his voice sending shivers down your spine.
Heart pounding, you closed the distance between you, unable to resist the magnetic pull between you any longer. You slowly ran your hands up and down his abs, looking up into his fiery eyes. You had always been drawn to him, despite his rough exterior and abrasive personality. Bakugo was the villain of your story, but you couldn't help but be drawn to his raw power and intense energy.
Katsuki sneered at you, his eyes blazing with anger and desire. He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you closer towards him. With his other hand, he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him as he leaned in for a rough, possessive kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, exploring every inch with a fierce intensity that left you breathless.
You gasped in surprise, but you couldn't deny the spark of desire that ignited within you.
Bakugo's hands began to roam your body, roughly squeezing your breasts and ass, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. It had been a long while since he had a woman in his arms, and he craved the feeling of a female touch more than ever before.
He couldn't resist the urge as his hands harshly squeezed your breasts through the material of the oversized shirt you wore to sleep. Thankfully, you didn’t wear pants but panties, granting him the access he craved so badly.
He pulled your shirt over your head, exposing your nipples to the cool air of the night. He latched onto your nipple with his mouth, sucking and biting until you were writhing beneath him.
Your hands gripped his ash-blonde hair, pulling him closer as you moaned his name. You moaned in pleasure all the time, your body responding to his touch like it used to do before.
He pulled away suddenly, leaving you panting and desperate for more. Bakugo's hands moved down to your panties, roughly pulling them off and exposing your pretty pussy. He grinned at you, his eyes dark with lust. "You're wet for me, aren't you?" he growled. His fingers then traveled down to your pussy, teasing your clit.
You blushed, unable to deny it.
Katsuki chuckled, his fingers sliding over your clit and making you gasp in pleasure. After slipping his calloused middle finger into you, a wide grin spread across his lips. "Oh, fuck. Of course you are, doll," he murmured, licking a stripe up your neck with the tip of his tongue.
All you could do was to throw your head back, moaning like a whore.
He grabbed your chin and kissed you roughly while fingering your pussy roughly, and squeezing the meat of your ass with his other hand.
After the kiss, he nudged your hip, but you already knew what to do. With a swift motion, you jumped up, and you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.
He effortlessly held you in the air with just one arm slipped under your butt to secure you as he made out with you, carrying you to the couch by the window in your small living room.
You could easily feel his cock getting hard in his pants, straining the material and pressing against your bare crotch as you still had your legs wrapped around him.
Bakugo tossed you onto the couch like you were a rag doll, paying no mind to the whimper that escaped you. "On your fucking hands and knees," he commanded, his tone filled with pure lust. “Show me that pretty cunt.”
As a good girl you were, you took the position, lowering yourself as much as you could on your hands, sticking your ass out, presenting yourself to him. Was it wrong? Perhaps. Was it exactly what you wanted? Absolutely.
He admired your figure for a moment before delivering a sharp smack to your ass, leaving a red mark in the shape of his palm.
You let out a yelp of surprise, followed by a moan as the sting turned into a pleasurable warmth.
Bakugo chuckled darkly before spanking you again, harder this time. He continued to alternate between rough caresses and painful smacks, driving you wild with desire. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, smacking you again.
You moaned in response, your body writhing with pleasure.
Bakugo chuckled again, smacking you again and again until your ass was red and throbbing. He enjoyed seeing the influence his actions had on you - your juices slowly spilling out of your pussy, coating your sweet folds in the essence he craved so much.
Your sweet arousal scent filled his nostrils, making his cock twitch in his pants, already leaking precum and staining the material. All he could do was growl at the sensation and the tight knot building within his abdomen.
Finally, he gave in. Katsuki pulled his sweatpants down enough to free his rock-hard cock. He lined himself up with your entrance before thrusting into you with one swift motion. “Fuuuuuck!” he howled, spanking your ass again. “You feel so fucking good, just like I remembered, doll.”
You cried out in pleasure, your pussy stretching painfully to accommodate his monstrous girth.
He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you towards him, his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy with ease.
Bakugo began to thrust into you, rough and hard.
You could feel every inch of him, filling you up and hitting all the right spots. His name was falling out of your lips like a prayer.
He grunted and groaned above you, his hands gripping either your hips or the meat of your ass tightly, squeezing it to the point he would leave bruises in his wake.
Suddenly, he pulled out, only to scoop some of your juices on his fingers and bring it to his mouth. After tasting your essence, he groaned. “Fuck, you’re gonna be a death of me, doll. You taste so divine.” He slid his cock back into your pussy, his thrusts even rougher than before. Of course he didn’t stop himself from delivering hard spanks to your ass. “Say you missed me. Say it!” he growled.
“Yes, Katsuki, I missed you!” you whined, tears welling up in your eyes.
“That’s it. That’s my bitch,” he praised, spanking your ass again, earning himself a yelp from you.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by your moans and Bakugo's grunts of pleasure.
You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your orgasm building with each powerful thrust of his.
Just as you were about to reach your peak, Bakugo pulled out suddenly. He flipped you over onto your back before positioning himself between your legs. He entered you once again, this time with a slow and deliberate pace.
The truth was he wanted to see your face. He wanted to witness the pure bliss written on your features, accentuated by your watery eyes that used to roll back in the cutest way possible when he used to fuck you all those years ago. He longed to be as close to you as possible. All he wanted and craved was you.
His eyes locked onto yours as he moved inside you, his expression intense and focused.
You could see the burning desire in his gaze, and it only served to heighten your own pleasure. “Katsuki…”
"Come for me," Bakugo growled, his right hand gripping your waist tightly as his other hand moved up to squeeze your breasts.
He increased his pace, his balls slapping against your ass as he thrust into you, growling like an animal.
You wrapped your arms around his waist and raked your nails down his back, feeling the tip of his cock continuously hitting the sweetest spot deep inside of you.
As you climaxed, your body shuddered, and Bakugo let out a roar of satisfaction, feeling your velvety walls spasming around his dick. He continued to fuck you, drawing out your orgasm until you were spent, gasping for air like a fish pulled out of water.
He came shortly after you, spilling his warm, thick seed inside your abused pussy. He threw his head back, grunting gutturally as he reached his peak. He was a little frustrated that he didn't manage to come at the same time as you did.
When it was over, Bakugo collapsed on top of you, his breathing heavy. Soon, he pulled out slowly, hissing when a cold air enveloped his slick cock, covered in your mixed releases.
You giggled quietly, rolling in the ball so he could fit behind you on the couch, blushing hardly as you felt how soaked you were thanks to his cum, which slowly flowed out of your pussy, staining your inner thighs.
He wrapped his arm around your waist from behind, holding you close as you both reveled in the afterglow of your passionate encounter. His rough fingertips ran up and down the curve of your waist. "You're mine now," he growled, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
You couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness as his words echoed in your mind. "You're mine now." He had said it countless times before, but you knew deep down that he never truly meant it. It was just another empty promise, meant to keep you tethered to him. "You don't have to pretend with me. You can lie to your other girls, but not to me. We both know I'm just a friend with benefits to you, Katsuki."
Suddenly, Bakugo's grip on you tightened, his temper flaring instantly at your comment. "What the hell did you just say?!" he snapped, his voice becoming sharp and accusing. "You think I don't mean it, huh? You think I'm just messing around?"
You flinched at the sudden intensity in his tone, but you refused to back down. "I'm just saying what's true," you replied, feeling how his grip on your waist tightened. "You never wanted to be with me. You just used me when it suited you."
Bakugo's expression darkened, his jaw clenched in anger. "That's not true," he growled, his grip on you almost painful now. "I wanted you, damn it. I still do. But it was better that way.”
You rolled to your other side to face him, tears welling in your eyes as you poured out your feelings. "I've always loved you, Katsuki," you confessed, your voice trembling with emotion. "No matter what you did or who you are, I've always loved you, and I still do."
His anger faltered as he listened to your words, his expression softening slightly. "I pushed you away to protect you," he admitted, his voice filled with a modicum of remorse. "From my deeds, from myself. I've never been a good man, and I didn't want you to get caught up in that fucking shit, Y/N.”
But you shook your head, reaching out to gently touch his stubbly cheek. "I don't care about any of that," you insisted in a whisper, your love for him shining through despite the pain in your heart. "I love you, Katsuki. I always did, and I always will, no matter what."
For a moment, there was silence between you, the weight of your emotions hanging heavy in the air.
And then, without a word, he pulled you closer, holding you tightly against his sweaty chest as if he never wanted to let you go. Bakugo's expression was grave as he pulled you close, his voice low and urgent. "There's a manhunt for me, as you know,” he reminded, his words tinged with a mix of sadness and anger. "It's too dangerous for you to be associated with me."
You nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation, but determination burned in your eyes. "We'll find a way to navigate it," you assured him, refusing to let fear consume you. “Together, Katsuki.”
There was a long silence between the two of you.
He kissed your nose tenderly, his touch gentle against your naked skin as he caressed your body. "I've always dreamt of something true, something pure," he admitted, his voice tinged with longing. He stared into your eyes with his intense crimson gaze, as if trying to peer into your very soul. "But I was too blind to notice it was always right in front of me.”
