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Chapter 12 ' Going Under' Dabi x reader

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Touya woke up about 3 months after your first meeting. He was always so happy whenever he got to see you, even if he never had much to say and it was you rambling on about the surprise that he can't know about yet.

His dreams were better than your reality. You struggled to get used to your surroundings. You were constantly confused and would often find yourself zoning out in thought about your commune. You tried to find Leilani daily. Iguchi had gone off the map, though when you entered his dream one night, he had told you that blue-haired boy, who went by the name Tenko had met up with him and some guy had offered to shelter them.

Leilani never gave any response when you entered her dream, but you were happy to know she was alive since her dreams weren't empty.

Touya would take you out in his dreams, holding your hand in his rough one and walking in an imaginary park, or he would take you to all the places he frequented when he would run away from home. At times, he would take you to the beach or forest, those being your favourite.

You loved when his dreams would take you to your home and help reunite you with Amaliqah while the three of you would play in the lake like children.

Touya was known to struggle with vulnerability, but he allowed himself to be vulnerable when he took you in his dreams. Sometimes, he would hold you close when he was inside you, crying about the mistakes he had made when he was awake and how, at times, he wished he didn't wake up. And you would listen, gasping with the serenity your bodies felt while in sync, telling him that it would be fine and you would make everything right.

When Fuyumi told you that Touya had woken up, you found yourself jumping for joy. Soon enough he would recover entirely and you'd be able to do everything he had promised you in your commune and his dreams.

The family allowed you to share the car with them despite your begging to walk. You had read a book in the library about how often car crashes happen, and they found it amusing, which you hated with all your heart.

Your nails clawed at the seat while Endevour's driver took the family to the hospital. You felt your leg tapping. Fuyumi reached her hand in yours giving a reassuring smile. You sighed, knowing she wasn't smiling at you because of the car ride but because of the surprise.

You looked down at your stomach, it wasn't big but it was hard and you were nervous.

" It's going to be ok," She whispered to you while you looked at the ground. She wasn't going to mention the fact that Dabi was on the verge of death, and at present, the only thing keeping him alive was the anger that he felt at Endeavour.

You hated to believe that was true because that would further the anger that you held for the older man. You couldn't help but be nervous, your body eating itself up inside despite the fact you were happy to see him.

What if he was angry that you were close to Endeavour?

You reached your destination, climbing out of the car. You walked about two metres behind the family, the unease still present. Endeavour and Shoto still made you feel anxious. Your subconscious still blamed them for the displacement of your family.

The walk from the hospital to the room dragged, every footstep was heavy, weighing your chest down and making you want to sink into the floor. You knew a part of you wished he would stay sleeping so you could visit him in his fantasies instead of the awfully bright and sterile hospital that filled your nerves with sickness.

You had stopped walking on the outside of the room, feet planting themselves at the door, your body refusing to move while your legs quaked trying to figure out what to say first. You were so confused, you had been looking forward to this day for months, what was now the matter?

"Y/n are you alright?" Fuyumi asked, her eyes filled with pity, which you didn't like. Her pity, even if it wasn't intentional, felt condescending, like the stranger who had popped up out of nowhere was more emotional about this man than his own family.

"Yes, please go inside I need a minute," You received a tight-lipped smile before she spun herself into the room.

Silence followed, the room empty of conversation. You assumed the family were unsure of where to start their conversation. They had no idea of what to bring up with him first. There was so much to be said, and if you looked at him, such little time to say it.

They gazed at his body lying in a chamber. His muscles and bones were on full display, he seemed to be on the verge of death, waiting for the demon to creep up on him slowly. The only thing that stayed intact were his eyes and even those had curved metal hooks making sure they didn't fall out of the dented socket.

His skin had crisped into an ashen brown, mouth, head and body screwed together by the best doctors with metal pipes, his body unable to move without flesh threatening to fall off the stick.

" All these people to see me? It's like a tourist spot." Sarcasm dripped from his voice, but it was almost obvious the pain he was in. His voice conveyed through a small device implanted on his neck, his corpse only just hanging on, the torturing him by having to live his final few months like this.

"Touya.." Endeavour pondered wondering if his son even cared, but this was his son, he had to care, he had to know everything that was going on in his family's life. " I thought you'd like to be the first to know, I'm retiring as a hero. I was going to do it before you ran away, your flames really are stronger than mine." He sent a coy smile in Touya's direction like he was expecting tears or some sort of empathy but all he got was a cold sneer and what he assumed to be a roll of eyes.

"My condolences," He was still mad at his father, but one could only be angry for so long, he wished his father saw him as something better, someone stronger and made him aware of the fact. "What good is saying that now, after everything is over? You coward." He added, feeling stubborn and melancholy about what had occurred.

"You're right, you watched me and learnt from me and wanted me to do the same to you and I never did."

Touya found himself remembering, remembering all the times he had tried to get his father's attention, the methods becoming more extreme as he aged, more deranged, just so his stupid father could look at him and say he was amazed by him or at least say he's done a good job with his quirk, yet he received nothing.

"No matter what anyone says your quirk came from Hellflame. From now on I'll come and visit you every day and talk. I know it's too late to rewind time." Enji turns his attention to the group giving them his most sincere of looks, "Guys let's thank Shoto for the extra time he has given us with Touya,"

Enji returned his gaze to his eldest son, feeling emotionally drained, like an empty husk begging to be filled by the love of his family, " So you can hate me all you want, throw all your hatred at me-"

"And me!" Fuymi interrupted, feeling like she too was to blame for not trying harder for her brother. " I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when it was just us I'm sorry for being such a pussy when it came to you. I don't know why I was so scared.

" I can give a reason," he muttered referring to how Endeavour was a short fuse when they were growing up.

"There are so many things I wanna talk about," His mother says, stepping in front of Endeavour and basically pressing her face against the glass. Her mood shifted, her face no longer stone cold.

She felt so useless, so responsible for how her son turned out. She was in the hospital for so long, trying to get better for him, and for the family. She wanted to return to her children, but her fear never left her body. It remained in her for an extended amount of time. She wasn't present and she blamed herself for the neglect she bestowed upon Touya. She knows if she engaged a bit more, Touya would've had someone to talk to.

"I'm sorry.... mom," He whispers, remorse felt in his heart. He loved his mother, he really did, he never meant all the horrible things he said to her or all the insults he hurled at her behind her back, he didn't want to think about it he wanted to forget. He hoped she forgave him, and he hoped she didn't remember the way he cast her aside since she wasn't the person he wanted attention from.

" Touya," She whispers, taken aback by what he says and suddenly what she wants to say is gone. She wants to cry and hug her son, let him know that it's alright and he hasn't done anything wrong, that she is unsure what he's sorry for in the first place but it doesn't come out.

The door slides open, and you walk through, unknowingly interrupting the moment being shared with the family, each member on the verge of tears, while you step in with a smile on your face.

"look I'm wearing a jumper." Is the first thing that leaves your mouth. Despite your smile, your eyes are lowered to the floor.

"You are," Shoto says, tilting his head at you. Your eyes flickered up to his brother, face paling when you saw his state, but your smile widened when you noticed the thing you loved about him the most, the thing that took your breath away when you first met was still intact. His beautiful eyes.

"You look horrible, goodness me!" You exclaim, your brow raised, but you feel much better, he always had this effect on you, he was always so calming. "You're practically bone, I wonder how long it will take for you to recover,"

He wanted to tell you that there was no chance of recovery for him, but he was sure you knew and didn't want to acknowledge it.

"Oh yes and before I forget, do you notice anything different about me," You smiled, posing in front of him like his family wasn't there trying to understand your dynamic. They were quiet, the infamous Y/n who tamed the beast Touya was working her magic and they got front-row seats.

"Piercings,"

"Of course, I had to match yours, but they seem to be gone now, along with your ears."

"You look fatter," He answered, you noticed the soft buzzing, the circular device in his neck digitising his words for you to hear. It looked so painful.

"That's not it, I've not shown," You tease.

"You're pregnant?" He questions.

"Yes!" You can't help but smile, not seeing the distaste on his face.

Touya never saw himself as someone who would be a father, he didn't even think he could have kids after the fire, but that was obviously wrong. He had held his father on such a pedestal that it led to his self-destruction. He was smart enough to know how his father's behaviour affected each of his siblings and he'd be damned if you gave birth to a kid while he was screwed to a chair.

If he lived, the child would practically live in the hospital, watching their corpse of a father through glass, wondering why all the other kids have dads that play with them. They would know of his villain father and bully him in the playground, telling him to keep his fire to himself or whatever quirk the kid wound up with.

Even if he wasn't in this position he wouldn't want a kid, you were more than enough for him and he would neglect the child like his parents did his siblings. He didn't want to have a child trying to constantly gain his attention by hurting themselves like him, or one that wanted to cut him and probably you out of his life like Natsuo, or one like Fuyumi who was completely selfless to the point they would stay trying to mend something that was already broken.

As much as he didn't want to admit it he'd like his kid to be like Shoto, Shoto was kind, he was patient and heroic, and he was everything that a child should be and everything a parent should want.

" Get rid of it." He states, looking away from you in fear that you would cry and he would feel guilt that would kill him before his body deteriorates. What he hears however is your laugh, your beautiful laugh that makes his heart rate pick up and body feel the need to swoon at your every command.

Maybe having a kid with you wouldn't be so bad, you'd be an amazing mother and the brat would look just like you and probably have a quirk that gives people really bad headaches. It would be kind like you and have leadership and responsibility skills. Then it would also be stubborn like him and probably have terrible tantrums but it would be ok because you would be there to sort it out, while he would look lovingly from his little bench.

He would love it unconditionally, even if that was the only thing he would give it, he would do so happily because he would know that you would be there to resolve all wrong.

"I am glad you still have the strength to tell jokes, your mouth is still filled with curses," You laugh, you're happy, even if he meant it you didn't care, this was a part of him and you would be a fool if you let go of anything he gave you. You're happy he is still the same Touya, it gives you the strength to believe that no harm is coming his way and he will make a recovery no matter how many years it takes.

"Sorry," he mumbles. Natsuo quirks his brow. How were you able to solve a row that quickly and easily? Touya never just accepted stuff without putting up a fight. You needed to write a book on how to tame him.

" It will have your eyes I hope, and not have your foul mouth. For all you know, it heard what you just said,"

"I'll tell the brat when it's born that I didn't want anything to do with it,"

"So now you want it," You smile.

" I didn't say that, if you were gonna have a blob I'd run away and make you look after it on your own,"

" Then I'll search for you always so you can say hello."

" you wouldn't have to do that if you got rid of it."

" I think you want the child."

"If you have it I'll sell it on the black market for food."

"what's a black market?"

" It doesn't matter," he sighed, though he wasn't completely against the idea of having a kid with you, he knew you'd find a way to make it perfect.

You always did.

" you want the 'blob'." You tease reading him like a book.

" I want what you want." He states.

His family squints at you, almost in wonder about what you had just achieved. You don't know how long it takes for Touya to just be compliant.

Heat rose to your cheeks, your heart pounding in your chest as you felt your eyes swell with tears. You felt like you guys actually had a chance to be happy, to be a little family. Even if it wasn't perfect you'd be ok if Touya was there to love you.

" I hope it has your eyes they are your best asset,"

"My only asset," he answers back. You laugh once again, forgetting the terror and anxiety you feel whenever you roam his streets, instead remembering he was here to look after you and when the time came the two of you would have something else to look after.

"Maybe it will hate fish, or do that weird thing you do with your foot when it's happy."

"Maybe it'll annoy me with questions that should be common sense."

" I hope it doesn't have violent dreams."

" I hope it doesn't push boundaries."

"Perhaps it will have all your imperfections and we will love it unconditionally."

Touya wanted to show you his smile, he wanted a grin that was wide and showed you how happy he was. He didn't care about his father now, he didn't care about being stubborn, he didn't feel any hatred or guilt in his heart anymore.

For the first time in years, Touya felt at peace.

" That's all, he needs to rest now," a doctor said entering the room after receiving a notification of Touya's slowing heartbeat. The family left immediately however you lingered, wanting to admit something to your partner that had been in your mind for so long.

" Do you want to know what your family dream of Touya?" You muttered to him, eyes pointing at the floor with new nerves filling your body.

You received no answer, the doctor warned against speaking for a prolonged amount of time.

" Miss, I'll have to tell you to leave, Todoroki is very tired."

"It's just one thing," you said, your voice carrying a lot more vim than you had intended, perhaps you got that from Touya. " they're all so similar." Your eyes flick up to his wondering how he would react. " They all wish to spend time with you as a family, they love and admire you- Do not touch me I am pregnant," You stopped as the doctor went to usher you out again.

"I already said it will not take long," You grumbled, whipping the front of your shirt as the nerves of having to leave Touya alone for an indefinite amount of time filled your head, "I think," You paused, taking a deep breath, " I think when you have recovered you should ask Shoto to take you out for Soba, he loves it almost as much as you- Im going!"

You hummed and looked at your partner.

"I will visit you at 10 o'clock on the dot," you promised while being ushered out of the room.

"I'll wait," Touya hummed while staring into the empty chamber he was kept in. A strong feeling of depression rested on his shoulders. He hadn't realised how much he shared with his youngest brother. He spent so long seeing him as an enemy he never found it within himself to see him as the company he needed. Now he was dying and wouldn't have the chance to build that relationship with anyone.

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Natsuo huffed. He didn't hate you, he was thankful for what you had done to his brother, but he couldn't help but feel jealous. His brother's 'girlfriend' got through to him faster than the 19 years he had been his brother. He felt inadequate as a brother and found himself blaming Endeavour for the disconnect that he felt between him and his brother.

" This is the last time I'll be seeing you," he mutters to Endeavour, a cold sneer on his face as he trudges to the car park. His mind was heavy and he wanted to just let go. "Okay," Endeavour answers sighing to himself, it was over, all the torment he had done had amounted to nothing, he had tortured his family in vain.

Natsuo walked away, but not without offering a hand to his sister and her new friend to take them home.

" He's very......soft with you," Fuyumi muttered when the three of you entered the car.

You didn't say anything, not wanting to come off cocky or act like you knew him better.

" He never told me what happened with his father," you state.

" Huh, I thought you had a mind-reading quirk."

" No, I am a dream walker,"

" I didn't know cults named quirks," Natsuo says, this being the most conversation he had ever had with you.

" My commune doesn't name quirks, Touya named it, and please could you tell me about your father,"

" He's not my father," Natsuo mutters under his breath. He grips the steering wheel and ignores you once again.

Fuyumi sighs and answers your question, " Our mother and father only got married to have a child with their two quirks, so they kept having kids until that was achieved..."

You listened silently while Fuyumi told her side of the story. She told you about Touya believing he would be better than all Might but their father told him it wouldn't happen because his body was too weak. She mentioned Touya's attempted suicide at 13 where he went into a 3-year coma that being what gave him burns on his skin. She mentioned the neglect and how what happened to Touya didn't seem to change or guilt Enji into changing.

She mentioned Touya's strong jealousy that he held towards Shoto and his attention-seeking tendencies.

You were shocked it took Touya so long to tell you all this, but judging by how many times Fuyumi stuttered or said she couldn't remember something clear enough made you realise how hard it was to even begin saying all this stuff.

" The news would sometimes say that his body looked like it was going to fall apart, that the only thing driving him to survive was his stubborn willpower to hate Endeavour,"

" I hope that isn't true," you say. You sigh. "I can't wait for later I will get to talk to him."

" Tell him I said hello," Natsuo cheers.

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" Good evening Touya~" you sang into the void that usually held his dreams.

You saw him sitting on a bench watching what looked like a TV. His body didn't budge it just seemed to be sat watching. It must not be having a lucid dream.

You walked forward, and sat beside him on the bench, resting your body against his own as you hummed in content. You watched the large screen and smiled. It looked like a young Fuyumi telling him that she didn't like watching him get hurt.

It was cute whenever you saw him imagine nice scenarios with his family in his head, it always had you missing your own family and wishing to join his own. You remained silent as the dream carried on. He was now being watched by a nanny with his two siblings playing football and showing off tricks. You laughed when he fell over, after nagging about how much better he was at this stuff than his siblings.

It then went to him crying in his mother's arms one night, you couldn't hear what was being said but it seemed to be important, very important his eyes looked unhinged like he was going to fly off the handles any second screaming and crying about god knows what, though when his mother stretched out a hand towards him to pull him into a hug he calmed down, slowly falling into a deep sleep to worry about what was going on another time.

Then it skipped the screen going black then it showed you.

You almost didn't recognise yourself. He made you seem so beautiful like your eyes twinkled with the same nature of stars and your voice rang like a soft breeze. Your smile seemed to make the dark room light up and every time you touched him your body felt like it had been embraced by the calming aura of an angel.

This was how he saw you. He loved you dearly, he was dependent on you. Every short clip being shown seemed to centre you now. Even the time that you and Leilani had picked bugs from the garden and placed them in his hair while he was sleeping as a prank had been a memory that brought him great joy.

You covered your eyes with your fingers when it got explicit, embarrassed to see yourself from his perspective. Though you couldn't help but listen to Touya's thumping heart as he shared the experience of giving away your modesty. You missed holding him.

Then it ended with you laughing at him telling you to get rid of the blob as he named it. You laughed as well, linking your arm around his and smiling up at him. You could live like this, spending all your nights in his dreams and days in the hospital room. You would do all your lovey-dovey couple stuff in his head and have your serious conversations in that dreadful room. Then when the baby was born you'd develop your quirk to help other people travel through dreams with you.

" God I loved her," he whispered, staring at the screen silently. Then he faded away. He was waking up you realised, his body pushing you out of his head since he was no longer sleeping.

You sat up looking at the clock by your side.

22:07

It had felt longer than that, much longer. You thought it had been hours but it had only been seven minutes.

You lay in bed, wishing you could go see him, but knew it was too late to ask for a ride. So you tried to force yourself to sleep, ignoring the sick feelings brewing in your stomach.

It was weird since you hadn't experienced morning sickness at all throughout your pregnancy, but you heard everyone was different. You tossed for a while, trying to rid your body of the horrible want to vomit and sat up, your chest clenching and body heaving.

You felt awful, your body becoming hot and sticky as you swung your feet from the bed and hopped off. You stood and stretched, seeing if that would help your pain but the stabbing in your heart wouldn't stop and neither would the nausea.

You stopped yourself from cursing like Touya always did and left your room holding the wall as the feeling became worse.

Upon leaving Fuyumi left her room along with her father, their faces looked sour and pained.

" Fuyumi what is the matter?" You asked, feigning health as you stood tall.

" Touya's dead."

Oh.

" Well he can't be I was just in his dream and he was alive and well," you forced through tight lips, very close to vomiting once again.

" Touya Todoroki was pronounced dead at 10 pm on 22nd of September 2146. His funeral will be held in 3 days in the family home where he will be buried in the family tomb."

" Excuse me Endeavour, I said it is not true. I was in his dream after 10 o'clock and he spoke to me. The devices you guys are using must not be working well, trust me we will go see him and he'll be fine."

" My brother is dead, for real this time Y/n can't you hear him, Touya isn't with us anymore," Fuyumi sniffled, taking steps towards you and holding onto your arms.

Your body trembled, and you felt like your own skin was a nuisance everything around you was tight and discomforting. You weren't meant to be here something wasn't right.

"He can't be dead," You whispered to yourself, unaware you were even sharing your thoughts. "We have a kid it's going to look like its father, it's going to have my smile and his eyes, we agreed, and he said 'he wants what I want'. He'll do what I want and I want him alive." You spun around fatigue coating your body while all you wanted to do was collapse and sleep. You went to your room, pulling a duvet over your head. You bit your lip fighting the urge that consumed you and forced you to want to cry.

I will be fine people die all the time plus I have your child with me so I won't waste my time on tears. I won't cry when we can reunite once again. I know we will meet again in heaven because you promised me again and again you would repent for your sins Touya.

I won't cry

Tears flood your lash line as you sink deeper into the pillow. Forcing yourself to sleep so you could enter his dream and prove to yourself he was still alive. You whispered his name over and over again hoping your consciousness would be transported to his head yet there was no success.

Every time you opened your eyes, you remained in the vast and empty room in the Todoroki residence. You tucked your lip between your teeth, a hollow emptiness filling your insides while your mind caught up with what you had heard.

You couldn't help but release a pitiful cry, calling him to come back to you, begging for him to appear before you. You wanted to speak to him about the pain he was causing you, to reprimand him for leaving you alone, but you wouldn't be able to now that he wasn't around.

Your child would be fatherless, they would live in the cold house but you would care for it like you had nothing else to care about. You would cherish it and provide enough love for both parents. You would spoil it and if it resembled Touya you'd hold it closely to your chest telling it daily how it reminded you of its father and how amazing of a man it was. If it resembled you, you would remind it daily of how much its father loved you and would've provided it unconditional love.

You sobbed as you thought of the future, trying your best to push your grief aside as you had heard negativity is bad for pregnancy. You shut it down, crying your last tears and stopping the call of Touya's name from leaving your lips in a shrill shriek and forced yourself to sleep. You hoped this was all just a lucid dream and you'd wake to find him fine, however, you knew that was far from the truth and the only thing left to keep you in this concrete jungle was the child you were incubating in your womb.

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"I'm going under, drowing in you" EVANESCENCE live at Rock in Rio Lisboa 2024

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Cyber Sex Midoriya x Reader

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Aged-Up Midoriya, Cunnilingus, use of Y/n, P in V, let me know if I've missed anything

After Y/n realises she has feelings for Midoriya beyond hooking up, she decides to ignore him. The thought of having a crush on someone so nerdy makes her feel sick. Unfortunately, Midoirya disagrees with her behaviour and has ways to get her to talk

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Midoriya kept his eyes on you. Well more so the clothes you were wearing. He could tell they belonged to Kirishima. The Crimson Riot shirt and shorts that seemed too big on you were accompanied by Jirou's slippers, he was jealous.

If you didn't pack any clothes you could've wore his, he liked when you wore his All Might merch, you were the only person to get away with it.

You had successfully avoided him for most of the evening, now locked yourself inside your bedroom, apparently tired of watching movies and playing games with your other classmates.

He took the opportunity, leaving Shoto and Uraraka to go see how you were doing.

" Where are you going?" Shoto asked, dropping his uno cards on the table and exposing what he had to Uraraka unknowingly.

"I'm gonna check on Y/n, she was acting weird today and I have no idea why." He stated, he ignored any further questions. His heart rate spiking with every thought of you. His feet dragged to the elevator, relaxing against the cool metal walls.

His feet carried him to your room, hand knocking on the door heavily while he stayed completely quiet. If you didn't know he was there you wouldn't feel the need to ignore the door.

"Who is it?" You asked using your quirk. He hadn't expected you to do that, though he was stubborn keeping quiet and knocking harder to catch your attention.

You found the noise annoying, thinking it must be Kaminari or Sero trying to piss you off. You jumped off your barely made bed whispering curses at whoever it was annoying you while you were trying to get ready to sleep.

"What's your problem-" you paused. You had swung the door open hoping that it was one of your annoying friends but instead it was Midoriya, the boy you were trying so hard to avoid. Your eyes settled on his chest his pecs pushing against his white t-shirt while his arms crossed under them.

Then your eyes flicked to his, he didn't seem very happy, a look of anger and desperation clouding his face.

He didn't waste anytime to step into your room, he couldn't risk you shutting the door in his face.

" Wha-," you whispered, stopping yourself from saying anything else in case you blabbed out your secret.

You glared at him, though he could tell there wasn't any malice in your look like you usually had.

You looked vulnerable.

" Why won't you speak to me?" He asked, it came out whiny, like all his words did but he really was distressed about this. His eyes glanced at your clothes then the bedsheets you spread out, all of it was Crimson Riot merch. Had Kirishima stolen you from right under his feet?

He knew you, him and Tetsutetsu were close due to quirk similarity but he never expected you to like any of them, you always liked to keep a clear line between friends and relationships.

" Is it Kirishima, have you replaced me?" He asked, he didn't care if he sounded pathetic or desperate he just had to know if you didn't want to have sex anymore. If that was the case, you could still hang out as friends, he couldn't bare the thought of not sharing the friendship the two of you had now.

You shook your head, your lips remaining sealed. Of course you hadn't replaced him, you physically couldn't do that, your mind and body wouldn't allow you to get with someone else. That was another reason you regretted it a lot because he had ruined you for anyone else.

"Are you still not talking to me?"

He got no response, he really couldn't think of any other way to get you to talk, or crack open just a little bit. He wanted you to feel vulnerable around him to let your guard down and give yourself to him completely.

You looked at the floor, standing with your arms crossed in Kirishima's clothes. They irked him so much, he wanted nothing more than to remove them from your body, he'd prefer for you to walk around naked than to wear another man's clothes.

His eyes grazed your body, a new combination of feelings filling his body. He wanted your eyes on him, acknowledging him, thinking about him, wearing his clothes, worrying about him, he wanted you to feel for him the way he feels for you.

How he tries to aid with hero work and would begin his day wondering how to approach you, his eyes constantly going to you when he's upset to cheer himself up. His body reacting to you, his mind worshiping you and begging for you.

" Can you at least look at me?" He asked, his voice had started to fool you a lot recently. It was horrible how a word from him had your heart clenching, a syllable uttered from the man who has All Might curtains.

Your eyes slowly look up from the floor to his face, registering the look on his face and turning away immediately, you growing hot.

You felt him coming closer, his body stopping a few centimetres in front of yours.

" Come on Y/n, look at me." You couldn't refuse, blinking and looking at him. You didn't remember Midoriya being so intimidating, or dominating. He seemed so big compared to you, you swore your height difference was minimal but you felt like he was towering over you. His eyes held on your face, degrading you and objectifying you.

Your heart fluttered, fists clenched at your sides, while you examined him. The only familiar thing was the red tint on his cheeks forever present though it didn't nullify the carnal gaze he was keeping on your body.

You felt like hiding, electricity thrumming through your body, pulling your body closer to him, chests almost touching. You knew you wouldn't dare make the final step towards him as that would admit defeat. It would mean that impure, corrupt look had rendered you infatuated.

"That's better," he whispered. You noticed his eyes dart to your parted lips. His index slides under your chin, lifting your head up towards him, his other hand slides onto your waist pulling you closer to him, he waits for you to make the first move. He's tired of being refused by you, of being kicked to the curb just because you think he's geeky, he wants you to show that he's not just someone you use to get extra money.

You flutter your eyes shut, leaning forward, lips lingering for his own. He watches and wants to laugh, he wished he was like you and didn't feel bad for teasing, he wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine, but he knew he didn't really feel the need to.

He captured his lips in yours, quick to pull you into him. His hands thread through your braids and grip your scalp, tugging you closer to feel you better. His actions aren't rushed or desperate like the virgin you always tease him for being. He's being slow, his mouth lascivious against your own, you both knew you weren't going to hit him away, he knew you wanted him as much as he wanted you, you're just a little stubborn.

He can fix that.

He slips his tongue in your hot mouth exploring, tasting and claiming. You felt this was dangerous, this was so amorous that it was deadly. Your hands shakily reached for his neck wrapping around it and pulling him deeper. You just needed him to kiss you deeper, for it to become more perverted, more sinful. You wanted him to kiss you like he had wanted you for years to share the desperate touches that you needed. You needed him to feel that burning compulsion that had your warm tongue sliding messily against his own.

You were deliciously overwhelmed, saliva leaving the corners of your mouth while you tangled yourselves into each other, begging for one another's touch.

His scared hand left your scalp to hold your breast, squeezing the flesh over Kirishima's disgusting shirt.

His lips left your own, you panted bringing your palm to wipe your shared saliva. His moist lips snailed your neck and jaw, marking you to ensure all your guy friends are aware that you have been claimed by someone else.

His face leaves your body for a second, standing in front of you to check what your eyes were saying, you hadn't made much noise, your heavy breathing and your constant squirming the only evidence that he even had an effect on you.

" Are you going speak to me now?"

He receives silence once again. He clicks his tongue, annoyed at how persistent you were being with your little stunt. He was gonna get something out of you, even if he had to fuck the words out of you.

His fingers dig into the waistband of your trousers pulling the fabric of your shorts and panties, from your ass and cunt. Your underwear wet from the lustful kiss. Midoriya quirks a brow at your panty and this time allows a laugh to leave his throat. He's taunting and provoking you with this chuckle, like he hadn't been allowed to laugh at home. He's bullying you with this noise, degrading you while his eyes traced the dampened fabric.

" Really? We fucked two days ago and you're this wet, someone might think you're a virgin," His index and middle part your pussy lips while he kneels on the floor getting a look at your thrumming dripping cunt.

He chubs up at the sight wanting nothing more than to thrust his fat cock into you, he knew his dick was crying for it, leaking precum at the thought of filling up your crying pussy, but he wouldn't give it to you yet. Not when you were being so stubborn.

He nuzzles himself between your legs, mouth going straight to your little clit, the nerve twitching. You gasp, fingers diving into his hair as to not fall over. Your mouth drops open, his tongue pressing into your warmth, tongue dragging over your sensitive bud continuously.

You whimpered, his tongue languid on your pussy. You weren't going to speak you had to promise yourself that at least. He was messy yet calculated, his wet muscle sucking, licking and flicking carnally. A pussy drunk expression laying on his face, he was gluttonous when it came to eating out your cunt. He was always a fast learner always studying and he loved studying you, every twitch of your clit and pulse from your tempting heat.

His wide green eyes looked up at you, your grip on his locs strong, grinding yourself against his face , gaining the control that you usually had. Your head tilted back, hips keening to press into him more, to feel his lewd tongue on you just that little bit more.

His fingers traced your thighs, stroking the soft flesh, gently contrasting to the rough flicks of his tongue. His digits slowly dragged up your leg to your pussy, two thick digits curling into you a loud gasp leaving your throat.

You felt so full, so hot. His fingers pressing into the spot that had your body begging for release, his tongue inundating your clit. Your brain fogged, indulging in what he was giving to you, crying out in bliss. You could feel your nerves reacting to what he was doing, hot electric desire spreading though your body, shaking your legs and erecting your sensitive nipples. Your walls sucked him in, begging for something to cum around as you writhed against his face. His free arm wrapped around your thigh, lifting it over his shoulder so he could nuzzle himself deeper in your cunt, a need to taste your pussy as she wept.

You finished with a whine, sure to fall over if it wasn't for Midoriya holding onto you tightly. Your hips rutted into his face to ride your high away exhaling loudly when Midoriya stood up. His hand stroked the small of your back while you looked around in delirium, body quaking from the head he had just given you.

He noticed your zoned out expression clicking his fingers in front of your face to check if you were still with him. You shared his look once again silent as you felt strong feelings threatening to vomit out of your body.

" Are you going to speak to me yet?" He asked, his hands tugging the gross shirt you were wearing, those foreign feelings brewing in his chest once again. You avoided his gaze noticing it become lustful and corrupt.

You panted but refused to speak, stubborn as ever, but your resolve was slowly crumbling. Midoriya was near getting you to speak and he could tell, he knew before he left you would've given him some answers, you wouldn't have him spending ages trying to get a read on you.

He kisses his teeth, slipping his hands under Kirishima's shirt and discarding it on the floor. His eyes lingered on your body, for only a second. You felt degraded arms folding over your chest as if he hadn't seen you naked multiple times. He rolled his eyes, circling around you till he stood behind you.

He grasped your hips, tugging your body against him so you could feel his hardness on your ass. All you could think about was how big he was, humping into your back like he was starved of touch.

His touch was scalding. Goosebumps flickering on your skin beneath his fingers.

He panted heavily, he didn't care if it was embarrassing, he was going to cum in his pants. He didn't care if you'd bring it up in the future to laugh at him.

He finished biting his lip to hide his whine, he wasn't sure if you'd decide to speak at that time to make fun of him and he didn't want to try and see.

He left you standing, taking a few steps back to strip himself of his own clothes, pulling his soiled trousers from his body and letting it fall into a heap on the floor.

His cock was erect once he allowed his eyes to rest on your body, perverted thoughts filling his mind with his anger, driving him to erotic insanity bit by bit. He laid on your bare mattress, the squeak of springs, bouncing underneath him. He smiled and wanted to laugh, seeing you had still been facing the way he left you.

" Y/n?" He called, you came out of whatever daze you were in. Eyes grazing his body. The soft flex of his muscles as he inhaled, the strong kick of his cock when your eyes linger on the strong mass for longer than nessecry forever entrapped by the beauty and size it posessed.

You hummed in response to him, something he hadn't expected to come so easily but he took it either way.

" Come and sit on my cock,"

Midoriya doesn't act like this. That was the thought filling your brain constantly as he touched you. He wasn't dominant he always listened to what you wanted always asking for your guidance, and his actions were always filled with hesitance. Yet now without any training, he was making your pussy quake with his words, turning you into a pathetic horny cock slut just for him.

You walk over to his body, climbing on top of him to begin inserting him into yourself, but he held your wrist tight before your fingers brushed against him.

" No turn around,"

You raise your brow but comply, spinning around and spreading yourself over his lap while facing away from him. You had a habit of taking him all at once, preferring to feel a soft burn rather than a dull ache of slowly taking him in. You pressed his vexed tip into you falling onto him and taking him entirely. You huffed loudly, your hands scrambling behind you to press against his chest to start moving.

However Midoriya had other plans, his arms wrapping around your tummy and pulling you so your back was against his chest. He slid his arms under your legs spreading you as his hands interlocked behind your head, pushing it so you were looking at where he had stretched you.

Your hands found purchase on his hip, nails scrapping as he adjusted himself to thrust into you.

You hadn't had a guy take you in full nelson before the feeling was new, your head craned forward watching him disappear in and out of you, moaning heavily with every thrust that rubbed against your spot.

He was muttering in your ear, demanding a word from you or at least for you to call out his name, he just wanted his name to fall from your pretty lips and he'd take you kindly, like you were his girlfriend instead of a whore that he picked of the streets and didn't want to give him respect.

You shut your eyes, embarrassed from the noises coming from your cunt as well as watching your clit twitch and pussy drool around his thick length.

Midoriya was quickly annoyed with your lack of words once again, green sparks covering his body as he began to increase his pace, rutting into you like a wild dog. He would only use 5 percent he didn't want shatter your bones by going any higher.

"Midoriya!" You shrieked your diamond tipped nails digging into his hips and drawing blood.

He smirked, continuing his harsh thrusts and abusing your cunt. His fingers left your head, pushing into your mouth and hooking into it to spread your mouth open.

" All it took for you to speak was dick! You're such a slut," he teased, feeling your saliva drip out of your mouth onto his fingers.

"Izuku- fuck... It's a lot." You slur, your warmth pulled around him ready to cum already, your body sensitive from your earlier orgasm knowing that this would be the only one that you'd be able to have again before sleeping off.

" Fuck you sound so pretty saying my name like that," he groans one hand leaving your mouth to hold your leg. " You're squeezing me, you gonna cum?" He huffs.

"Yeh !" You squeal, fighting the noises leaving your open mouth and the soft chant of his name under your breath.

You felt suffocated , strangled by the way his quirk bullied his cock into your pussy, splitting you and stretching you and pressing into your spot easily.

You came hard, teeth chomping on the finger in your mouth while you warmth squeezed and pulsed around Midoriya's chubbing bully. Your orgasm pushed him over the edge too, his cum spurting into you and something at the back of Midoriya's head was upset that you had contraception because something selfish within him wanted you all for himself even if it had to be done with a trap.

You panted, being pulled off him and rolling over. You looked at him with half lidded eyes he looked back his face red with embarrassment at how he spoke to you. He didn't know he had it in him.

" I think..." You slur going in and out of sleep.

Midoriya's ears perk up, trying to figure out what you were trying to say.

" I think I have a crush on you." You mumbled before sleeping off.

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aiysan2 · 28 days ago

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Various x rival!reader

A bunch of drabbles and thoughts where the reader kidnaps her favourite rival to sexually torture him

Number 2 - you punish him for letting his team know of your whereabouts

Number 1 - first sexual escapade

#mha smut #jjk x reader #mob psycho 100 #death note smut #demon slayer smut #kaiju no. 8 smut #aot smut #smut #haikyuu smut #dom reader #various x reader

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Couldn't stop thinking about the things your cocky fav and you would get up to

If anyone was to ask he'd say he hates you. He hates the way you smirk when you fight. He hates the way you flaunt your traps. He hates how you parade yourself in public as if you weren't a target. He especially hated how you'd constantly separate him from his group with your set up of booby traps.

You'd always tie him up, no matter how many times you'd done this, you couldn't trust him not to try something. He was already so much stronger than you and better at hand to hand combat, there's a reason they say he's the best.

You wrap your pretty lips around his cock, milking him dry of everything he gave you not allowing him to see the satisfaction spreading on your face with every whimper that left his gaping mouth.

It made your heart flutter, the adrenaline of being able to see such a strong overpowered man reduced to a whimpering mess, begging over to feel your pussy wrapped around his achy cock. You'd let him know he isn't worthy enough for your cunt, tugging at his sensitive nipples while he tossed around fighting restraints once again.

Maybe if his little group hadn't tried to ambush you earlier this week he wouldn't be tied down to a cold wooden chair, with his mouth stuffed with your pantie, tears soaking through his blindfold as you refused to let him cum.

He continued apologising despite that being the reason you had gagged him in the first place, finding the sound annoying because if he was truly sorry he wouldn't have allowed his colleagues to try find you.

You're smile grew when you saw his thighs tense about to shoot a load, and your hands leave him once again, standing up to go get a drink of water, hearing him plead under your panties for you to let him cum, for you to forgive him and wrap your pretty lips around his fat tip. He was sure that would all that would be needed for him to finish.

He used his tongue to push your pantie out of his mouth, parting with the taste of your cunt and called out for you. He whined telling about how good he's been for you today, how he thinks he's done enough punishment, how he thinks he might die if he doesn't get to finish.

You walk back into the room, sighing and rolling your eyes. Picking up his own belt and using it against his thighs, making your way up and inching closer to his cock. He feels your hot breath wrap around him his hips eager to feel your tight throat wrap around his dick, touching him exactly the way he needs to be touched, though it doesn't come.

Instead you stand over him, leaning over so your mouth faned over his reddened ears.

"M'sorry, I'd help you get off but I don't wanna make a mess y'know,"

He hated you for abandoning him in a rundown motel, with an tender cock, and lack of material to get out of his bindings.

Bakugo, GOJO, GETO, Reigan, L, Giyu, Sanemi, Endevour, DABI, Shigaraki, Levi Ackerman, Jean Kirstein, Sukuna, Hoshina Soshiro, Serizawa

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aiysan2 · 29 days ago

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Just thinking about your fav walking into a so obvious trap just because he was curious as to why you placed it and how it would work. His big ego making him believe he could fight any creature that you had placed within it and your little dance of rivalry will live on another day.

Fast forward to you stroking his vexed cock, that cries pre and kicks every time you pucker your lips to blow on his tender tip. You bully him, laughing as you mention the mess he's made all over himself and how his colleagues would react if they saw how pathetic he looked coated in his sticky fluids, his mass desperately fucking into the air for his enemy's pussy.

He's blindfolded and crying, saying how much you'll regret doing this, voice cracking as he whimpers, your fingers ever so gently stroking his heavy balls coated with white cum. He shivers as your index strokes along the twitching vein of his engorged cock, hips and abs contracting as he tried to pull away, a thick rope rubbing against his arms, legs and neck.

He stops cursing you to instead start begging, his overstimulated length chubbing as a painful orgasm rips through his body. He's embarrassed at the way his cheeks heat up when he hears your taunting giggle, hands wrapping around him to jack him off again. You're disappointed however when you find him soft, his balls taut and empty. He's disappointed in himself when he realises that he hates the fact he can't get hard again, enjoying the feeling of you torturing him more than he'd like to admit. Especially since he so tired of being the strongest in every situation. He hears you shuffle around, then your feet begin to walk away.

You chuckle again hearing him fight against restraints when he realises your going to leave him to be found by his teammates, vulnerable, covered in sweat and cum.

Bakugo, GOJO, GETO, Reigan, L, Giyu, Sanemi, Endevour, DABI, Shigaraki, Levi Ackerman, Jean Kirstein, Sukuna, Kageyama, Ushijima, Oikawa, Kyōtani Kentaro, Hoshina Soshiro, Serizawa

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aiysan2 · 29 days ago

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rip sukuna you would of loved those muslim brothers podcast where they basically talk down on women

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aiysan2 · 1 month ago

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Cant help but love life when my tl is filled with shit like this rn

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Chapter 11 ' Going Under' Dabi x reader

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You had been taken in a van to the city. The guy with the purple barely held a conversation with you once in the car, though he appreciated how silent you were when you left. He feared you'd scream all sorts of cultish spells at him, however you just sat there praying.

You thought about Touya, you thought about how you regretted the words that you used for him and how you hoped your creator would forgive you even though at the back of your mind you still held a deep anger for the man.

You felt so betrayed by him, like he'd ripped your heart from your chest and branded you disgustingly with his actions. You wanted to hate him, you really did but your conscious was fighting.

He would've ran again, away from you and his family. He would start a new life somewhere far away meet another unsuspecting girl who would let her guard down and allow him to take her innocence now experienced and craving the touch that he had received from you and he'd probably get it better if he met a woman who had experience, someone older and more mature, someone right for him.

Not someone who would blow up in his face because her family were killed, heavily injured and her home was destroyed.

You whispered to yourself begging for forgiveness once again for shouting in his face, for calling him devilish despite the fact you still thought his father was, for feeling sick that he touched you. You were sorry for it all.

Before you knew it the vehicle you were in drew to a stop. The wide doors swinging open revealing a taller man with short dark hair, eyes and stubble on his face. He seemed sleepy just like the man who captured you and respected you by not engaging in conversation.

Your heart raced you hadn't been outside of your commune ever, you feared that you would take one step on the floor and it would wither away taking you with it.

The man held a hand out for you to take which you refused to accept, not to be defiant or rude but just to be cautious, you were in forgien land.

Your bare foot took a step out of the van holding onto the metal door tightly as your soles made contact with the cold concrete. It was horrible, your feet used to the soft grass or mushy mud, the only time encountering something this hard was when you would climb onto a boulder or step on the wood of the cabins.

It was cold, the wind ruffling your hair. Your legs wobbled as you tried to stabilise yourself, nerves of what would happen to you next playing in your mind. Would they kill you like they had gone around killing your sect, would you have anyone to remember you if you did die, would your bloodline end with just you?

"Excuse me." The taller man cleared his throat, catching your attention. You blinked a few times trying to figure out how you even ended up here.

It was that purple haired boy, he knew your name and could control your body, who knows what he could do with a power like that.

" Please can you tell me why I am here?" You asked, voice wobbling like you were on the verge of tears, trying to remember all the lives you could've saved if you hadn't been interrupted by demons.

" Detective Tsukauchi, you've been taken in for questioning regarding the disappearance of Touya Todoroki, you are not under arrest, you have the right to walk away now and remain silent, though it would provide useful if you stayed to discuss......"

You tried, you really did try to keep up with what he was saying, you tried to remember the little notebook with all the stuff Touya had told you but your head was hurting to much and you didn't really want to think about him.

" Detective? Arrest ? Todoroki?" You mumbled trying to figure out what the hell he was talking about

Tsukachi looked at you and quirked his brow, you seemed distressed, maybe he would just take you inside give you a blanket and a drink.

He noticed you shivering, as well as the clothes you were wearing like you'd come from a festival, not to mention your nails scraping at your fingers anxiously peeling the skin of your hands while you chewed your lip.

"How about we forget all about questioning and we get you checked up, you seem nervous,"

"That's because you demon scum have destroyed my home and killed my family." You snapped, covering your mouth quickly and apologising for your language. You didn't know what came over you so suddenly, you never snapped like that. " I apologise I don't know what came over me."

"It's ok, I understand. Why don't you come in and have a drink then we'll question you about Todoroki?"

What is a Todoroki?

You followed the man inside, while he waved goodbye to the boy you now knew as Shinsou. The place inside was crowded and warm. It vastly differed from the lonely cold outdoor you were just in and you felt overstimulated by the busy bodies around you during this early morning.

You hadn't slept in so long, yet your body just couldn't find rest. Everything around you was happening so quickly, so horribly fast and it was all negative there was nothing positive about what was happening and despite the fact you blamed him for your situation, you wished Touya was here with you.

You wished he was here to tell you that you're overreacting and these people aren't worth being fearful of and you knew when he would tell you he'd throw a few curses in, his mouth forever foul.

"In here." The detective opened a door allowing you inside a slim room. It had a small plant in the middle of the circular table small chairs on either side. You sighed realising you could relax even if it was a few minutes before your mind began to race again.

The man left for you to settle down, you looked around the room. It was small the walls were dull and grey, matching the bright blue carpeted floor that made you feel sick. You sat on the chair, it creaked quietly, the hard cushioning felt useless as you felt the horrible wood poking through. How would anyone say staying here is comforting?

A concrete cage, that all you could think. They had trapped you in a concrete cage. You missed home, you wanted to go home. Where you would tend to sheep and inhale cannabis and speak to your friends and family while playing with Amaliqah by the lake.

Touya had messed everything up for you.

"I'm back~" Tsukauchi sang, trying to make light of your situation. His hands held two steaming cups of coffee, handing you a mug and watching you bring the drink to your lips before spitting it back out. It was bitter unlike the teas that you made back home that were amazing to taste and had many benefits. What did this dirt have to offer.

" I am sorry I am not really thirsty."

Tsukauchi smiled politely, pulling out his phone from his pocket to show you he was recording the conversation.

Your brow just raised, wondering was that box in his hand was only going back to a conversation with Touya were he explained that the thing he missed the most was his phone and went into detail about it.

"Other heroes will come for questioning along with the Todoroki family, do you understand?"

You nodded your head, realising Todoroki was Touya's second name. You had forgotten that people on the outside had more than one name.

"Ok, she's nodded her head in understanding. Now Y/n this isn't going to be a typical police interview its going to be more like a normal conversation."

"Ok."

" I just wondered how you came across Touya Todoroki, was he taken under duress or did he find himself within your cult willingly?"

" He was sleeping in one of the empty cabins, when Maame found him. " Your mind wondered, thinking about the possibility that Maame wouldn't have eaten those berries if she hadn't found Touya that morning.

" Who's Maame, your mother?"

" Shes dead." You stated letting it slip from your mouth like poison, your heart clenching at every reminder of how you got here and each one had to do with Touya.

" I am sorry for your loss, but I have to push, how did she die?"

" She killed herself because Touya told her that our community, everything she had done for us, is a scam and a waste of time," Your nose scrunched up, you felt sick that your brain kept switching him from love to hate and you hated him for causing you so much heartbreak in a couple of hours.

"I apologise," He said taking a sip of his coffee before looking at the notepad he had with all the information Izuku Midoriya written down for him. " Do you hate him?"

"Who?"

"Todoroki,"

You thought, one part of you really hated him, despised him to the point you wished he had burnt to the ground with your houses, another side of you loved him so deeply that you would burn with him if it came to it.

"Why are you asking me that?"

"It says that the two of you are close," His fingers tap the notepad, writings indicating that there was some sort relationship between you two.

"Why would I be close to the man who brought demons to my home, killed my mother and my pet. Injured my friends, burnt my home, destroyed our livestock and crops, polluted the waters with fire and ash all after using temptation to take my innocence. I hate him." You concluded, your chest aching at the confession, tears pricking your eyes at your words.

" Sorry-"

" Please stop apologising, I don't want to hear it from demons like you."

"Why am I a demon?"

" All you people on the outside are demons, that's why we hide from you, because you fall for stupid temptation instead of wanting to better yourselves for your next life. That is why you attack with no plan, you lack order, you sin like breathing and now you have taken everything from me and kidnapped me to ask me about another demonic creature." You look at the floor, thinking you had cried all your tears until more left your eyes again. You didn't want to keep crying, you wanted to be there to help your people. Give them proper burials and help cure the injured along with rebuilding your home. You didn't want to be sat in the concrete cell having a chat with a stranger.

" Y/n I can tell you now, the heroes will be trying there best to make reparations for the destruction they have caused today. Heroes do not attack without good reason, they are trained to take civilians into account and cause little to no damage to surrounding areas, they are meant to care for those like you not make you feel unsafe and threatened. Touya's father, the Number 1 hero, was meant to lead the rescue and arrest of him along with the arrest of the some of the residents for illegal activities. There was meant to be minimal injuries and zero deaths, animals and humans alike, the plan must've messed up and even though you don't want to hear it. I am sorry."

You really tried to concentrate on what he said but all you caught was that Touya's dad was the boss of all heroes.

"Is that why I'm here while my friends are fighting heroes, because I'm close to the biggest hero's son?" You asked, wondering if Iguchi and Leilani were ok.

Knock Knock

"Sorry we came straight here, I wanted to see who she was, I've been curious since, oh shes right there. Hello I'm Izuku Midoriya, this is Shoto Todorki and Katsuki Bakugou. We've heard so much about you from this frog. He always spoke about you being there whenever we would ask about Touya I have so much to ask you, I'm interested in everything. Do you mind if I write it down I have a notebook that I want to start writing its going to be about those close to villains, you'll be the first person to be featured isn't that cool?" He panted.

They all look injured, from fire it seems.

" You are all burnt." You state, the blonde one rolling his eyes as if it wasn't obvious.

You pointed a finger at Shoto so shocked you got to see him up close, in this cramped interview room. " You are the one Touya wanted dead,"

"Oh," He states making himself comfortable on the floor since there was no other seats left and he felt exhausted. "Touya is in hospital,"

That caught your attention, your brain catching up with what was going on instead of going on autopilot. The group noticed you perk up in your seat brows raising only slightly while your lip was sucked between your teeth.

"What's wrong?" Midoriya asks, your leg now giving your distress away as it anxiously bounced.

"Nothing, lets talk about your notebook," You wondered why he would be in hospital, he was meant to leave as soon as you told him to go away plus his quirk was strong enough to look after himself. He was smart enough to not overuse it and burn himself.

Midoriya pulled the book from his trousers showing it to you happily.

"I have a notebook where I write all my information and about people too," You mutter.

"Thats great id love to see it-"

"It got burnt down with all my belongings in the fire, along with my pet frog that you mentioned earlier who is also now dead because of the fire." Your eyes look at the man across from you, ignoring the apologies from the teen as he bowed to you.

You were low on energy and felt short tempered. Perhaps it was due to the fact that you were usually always high and now you'd spent two hours away from weed and felt easily irritable.

" Why are these children here, do you demons weaponise them and convince them they are heroes?" You asked, remembering he told you you would be speaking to heroes not teenagers.

"Who are you calling a demon?!" Bakugou shouted, your head throbbing already from the torment of today, your stomach already feeling weak and the thought of Touya being in hospital hurt your brain.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, wondering why he wasn't tried after spending the hours from 3-5 am fighting your village.

Another knock rung on the door a beefy boy with white hair walking in followed by a beautiful woman with red streaks in her hair.

"I'm sorry we came as soon as we woke up, is everything ok?" The girl asked, noticing her younger brother seemed to be heavily injured, his hair was shorter like it had been burnt. "Gosh Shoto are you ok?"

"You are Fuyumi," You pointed at the girl, " and you are Natsuo."

"Yeh I am." Natsuo answered, looking you up and down with a pinched face, " your the girl Touya ran off for right, how come he's never told me about you before?" He asked making himself comfortable on the round table, picking up your cold coffee and drinking it despite the fact you spat in it earlier. You would tell him but couldn't find it in you to bother.

"We met when he ran away."

Natsuo hung his head feeling himself get emotional, he wanted to hug you like he knew you, like you were an angel. You came from heaven and saved his brother, you changed him for the better to the point that Touya may even let go of what happened in the past and finally move on.

He let his emotions take control, leaning forward and hugging you tight. You gasped, not expecting that from him at all. You assumed he had a similar personality to Touya since they were so close, but he seemed softer. You held him back wondering where this had come from.

"Thank you," He whispered, even if his brother was hospitalized and in critical condition, he was able to let go. He could finally get on with life instead of being stuck as the 13 year old resentful Touya.

"Why are you thanking me?" You mumble, feeling him hug you tighter.

"My brother is so stupid, he does stupid shit all the time, but I don't know, when we heard about the investigation we just kept hearing good things about him. You've fixed him or something I was so shocked I thought he was gonna stay trapped hating Endevour and you've made him forget you've helped him move on. My brother might not be a good person but you make him better and I want to make it up to you." He concluded, finally leaving your embrace.

His eyes were wet but he didn't cry. His sister followed, walking forward and pulling you into a hug. She cried, sobbing into your shoulder like you had saved her life.

She had constantly tried to pick up the pieces of her family, she had for years. She refused to move out scared of how the family would turn out without her input. She knew they weren't perfect that they were falling apart at the seams and her mother visited less frequently now. She knew Touya was two steps away from a mental breakdown. She knew Natsuo was reaching the point were he was going to go no contact, she knew Shoto was only around because of his mother and that Endevour was trying to make amends and she was the only one willing to forgive and forget.

Sometimes she wished she was like Shoto who only forgave but kept the memory to keep himself safe, sometimes she felt like Natuso who would never forgive but would definitely forget for the sake of his own mental health but that felt too selfish. At times she'd feel like Touya unable to forgive or forget wanting everything bad to happen to Endevour but she knew that would make the family grow further apart.

She wouldn't blame her older brother for the rift in the family she did agree at the back of her mind it was Endevour's fault. She just wished he tried like she did, she was meant to be younger not him.

Now you were here, gaining positive results from Touya from what she had heard. You were here to fix the family, here to be the glue that keeps them together. She wasn't going to start venting to you but at least you had to know she appreciated you.

"Thank you so much."

"you're welcome," You mumble again confused.

" I'm sorry about Touya I don't know what you are to each other but I'm sure he's important to you," She tells you Fuyumi was always so empathetic.

" What" You paused for a moment calming your brain that was coming up with many negative scenarios " What happened to him?"

" He tried to kill me and Endevour in a suicide mission and succumbed to his flames so is now in critical condition," Shoto answered, you now understanding why the trio was covered in burns.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, holding your breath for a count of 6, exhaling for 4 and repeating. You weren't going to cry over a man that you just cursed out but now it seemed like you cursed him for something he wasn't even responsible for. You were petty and upset and looking for someone to out the blame on and now you might not even get the chance to apologise.

Your legs started bouncing again, you felt guilty you reacted like this, his family were in front of you and weren't even panicking, yet, here you were on the verge of tears and about to pass out.

And you did pass out.

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You felt your face getting tapped a large hand stingin your cheek.

"Hello Y/n!" The voice yelled, you blinked taking in your surroundings, you seemed to be in a bigger room, the family of Touya Todoroki gone, probably going to visit the said man in whichever care centre he was at.

The two boys, Midoriya and Bakugou, sat by your bed with eyes closed, sleeping off the stress of the night before. The detective tapped your face, smiling tenderly when you woke up.

"Are you alright?"

"I am fine." You muttered remembering the heartache you had suffered before hand.

"That's good," He sat on the edge of the bed, facing you, " I'm just curious, what happened between you and Touya, you had a big reaction to him being in hospital?"

You felt rested and different, like sleep was all you needed.

" We love each other," Was all you said, thinking to yourself a little before continuing " I said something horrible to him the last time I saw him and I'm scared that something will happen to him before I can apologise to him about it, and I miss him despite the fact I'm hurt and I don't hate him at all. It was stupid for me to say, I care about him too much to hate him."

"Ewwww!" Bakugou scrunched up his nose, wanting to plug up his ears rather than hear all this sappy bullshit. "I preferred it when you were mad at him,"

The conversation was not held longer than that, you were moved into the Todoroki house, the greenhaired boy asking you, your quirk reminding you that you can use it to speak to Touya while he was in his coma, yet you didn't try for a while, your emotional distress too high.

You feared that you would see him and curse him out again creating a deeper rift between you two and ruining anything you wanted to pursue. It wasn't until 7 weeks and 3 days later that you tried. Laying on the soft futon in the Todoroki household and shutting your eyes and saying his name softly before transporting yourself into Touya's dream

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"I learnt your surname is Todoroki,"

Touya was startled, he didn't know how long he'd been asleep for but he was sure he was still sleeping, otherwise you wouldn't be in front of him smiling in his face while he stood in the darkness of his head.

"I thought your dream would have more inside it," You hummed, looking around the emptiness that stretched for miles. " You've been asleep for so long I thought you were dead. I'm happy to see you're still alive."

He tilted his head, blinking rapidly to see if it actually was you.

"Are you ok you're not speaking, do you not remember who I am?" You waved your hand in front of his face, trying to catch his attention and hoping his accident hadn't made him forget who you are.

"You're Y/n." He answered, you weren't doing what you usually did in his dreams, which was when you would compliment him endlessly talking about for strong and powerful his quirk was while squeezing his muscles.

"Oh it is nice to see you are a lucid dreamer," You smiled taking a seat on the floor beside him and smiling, "Why are you so shocked, I explained my quirk to you."

"Yeh I know I'm just wondering why you aren't so pissed off at me,"

"Well I forgave you for being so irrational with your family and I have realised I acted out when you were just trying to help me. I am sorry for that." You knew he would accept he was always so kind to you, nothing like you had described him as two months prior.

"I have been living with your family, although I can not say anything positive for anyone else I fear they may be, what is the word? Homeless," You sighed, thinking of what Iguchi, Leilani and everyone else could be getting up to without the help of outsiders.

You had just gotten lucky

"I love your sister I do not understand why you do not get along with her, it is surely easier than your mother and father. I fear your father hates me he can be rather cruel and your mother barely speaks, you will have to tell me what happened another time."

You rambled about what was going on on the outside for what seemed to be hours. Your mouth never seemed to shut, you wanted to spill every moment with Touya so he wouldn't be out of the loop when he got better.

You told him of his family. You told him how big his house was. How loud you found the city, how confusing everything all seemed. You had taken a job in a library by recommendation of Endeavour so they couldn't reject you.

The green haired boy was bubbly and apologised for the fact your belongings and prized diary were caught in a fire. You were able to hold a funeral for Amaliqah and Maame who had killed herself upon hearing her home was a beautified prison.

You even mentioned the fact that you had asked his brother to find you someone to supply you cannabis realising you got easily irritated without it.

Though you withheld one piece of information.

"There is something I have to tell you when you wake up, that's the only reason they will let me see you, I haven't been able to yet, so you must wake up soon do you understand?" You begged, wishing you had more control over your quirk to make yourself physical so you could pinch his cheek to make sure he was paying attention to you.

" Yeh whatever I'll do my best."

"Oh and I was able to make soba finally....."

Touya's mind wondered, what did you have to tell him that had to be a surprise. Why wouldn't they let you visit him now, he had heard the voices of his family begging for forgiveness from him and apologising so he knew you hadn't seen him but he really didn't understand why, they wouldn't let you come if they knew you were his.

Perhaps that's a question for when he wakes up.

"Are you liking the outside then?" He asked, watching your animated actions in content.

"Oh No, I hate it here."

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"How Do Ya Like Me Now?" Tsundere Cowboy! Sukuna x chubby reader

All-size, friendly but written w a plus-size woman in mind.

Guys please humor me and listen to the song “How do you like me now” by Toby Keith b4 u read this because that’s the song that started my fever dreams about Tsundere Cowboy! Sukuna that bullied you in school cuz he was so in love with you until you left for college. But now ur back in town for a stupid reunion, and you’re different and he’s EVEN MORE different. He knows EXACTLY what he wants now ;)

this is a loooooooooong one.... enjoy if you dare ;)'

MINORS DNI!!!!! true form Sukuna but make him a sexy cowboy

It didn’t start here. Under the low lights, inside of a seedy, smoke-filled bar where he caught you trying to drown yourself in tequila and limes. No, it never starts in a place like that. It started years ago, back when you knew where your life was going, when you knew what you wanted and nothing would stop you from getting it. And nothing DID stop you from achieving your dreams. Here you were, not only a major success in your desired field but also voted the most successful superlative for your stupid high-school reunion.

THAT is where it all started. High school. And no not in the lame “the one who got away” way, it was in the whole “the one who tortured you half to death until you finally escaped to college” way.

See, you were always the perfect one, the valedictorian small-town, big-dreams sweetheart, and he was just the aloof, destined-blue-collar-worker-to-be boy with a mysterious vendetta to make your life absolute hell.

And he was successful to a fault. You remembered the countless times that he spray painted your number on the football field, writing “call for a good time ;)” under it with the singular goal of directing disgusting calls towards your voicemail to the point you changed your number more than once to avoid harassment.

To be fair, that was the worst of it, the majority only being psychological torture within the walls of the school. Stealing your homework answers, spreading rumors of either your lack of OR surplus of sexual encounters (all of which were completely fabricated and designed to drive good guys away from you and bad ones towards), and just your general bully activities.

And while things never got physical, sometimes you wish they would’ve. At least then you would’ve been able to provide some kind of evidence to the authorities. At least then they’d take you seriously, instead of shrugging you off, unconcerned because it didn’t impact your performance in school.

And of course it didn’t help that to everyone else, he was a perfect gem. It seemed like he was a gentleman to everyone BUT you.

And it wasn’t like you COULDN’T see the appeal back then, he was tall, strong, and good looking by all means. But the only thing you were focused on was school. Being raised by the parents you had was all the motivation you needed to push yourself, achieve, and get the hell outta dodge as soon as graduation ended.

So THAT’S where it began. And for all intents and purposes that's where YOU thought it ended. What you didn’t know was that he had MUCH different plans.

See while you hadn’t thought of Sukuna at all in the last 10 years, he couldn’t stop thinking of you. Especially since every Friday night he’d sit at the bar and listen to your old man rant about you and your life choices, moving away from him and your mother, pursuing your passions, cutting them out of your life almost completely.

He couldn’t say he blamed you for doing so, he knew the kind of violent man your father was, seeing as he had the same Friday night plans as Sukuna for the last 15 years of your life. It seemed like they both were ashamed at how they treated you.

He was of course ashamed of how he’d treated you during the hormonal days of his youth. All of the torture he put you through, all because he didn’t know how to properly handle his feelings towards you.

And of course that was no proper excuse for how he treated you, especially considering that he was perfectly cordial to everyone else back then. But back then, he genuinely had no other way of getting your attention. Or at least that’s what he told himself back then, every time he caught you crying behind the bathrooms at the football games, your phone ringing with what he could only imagine were disgusting calls from disgusting men.

So that’s why, when he heard that you were actually going to attend the 10-year reunion of your high school class he knew he wouldn’t let his second chance go.

He’d had a lot of time to think about how he’d apologize to you. But unfortunately, the second he saw you step into the poorly decorated high school gym, his well-intentioned plan of genuinely apologizing was immediately overshadowed by all of his feelings towards you that he’d repressed over the years.

And suddenly he was back to his old self, thinking of any way to embarrass you as you walked around, conversing with people you hadn’t seen for the last decade.

He couldn’t identify the feeling that crawled up his body as he watched you. You were so much more gorgeous than he could’ve ever imagined. Was it jealousy? No… it couldn’t be.

Why would he be jealous of the people talking to you? Why would he want to see your eyes crease as you laughed at their jokes? He could make you laugh harder, he knew he could.

It couldn’t be jealousy…. If it were jealousy he would’ve simply interjected himself into your conversation and whisked you away to the corner of the room, to have you all for himself.

But he didn’t. Instead, he picked up a beer from one of the many ice-filled coolers lining one of the gym walls and sauntered off to make his OWN conversations with his OWN people. Obviously not giving you a singular second thought.

And while Sukuna was on one side of the gym, working very hard on not giving you a second thought, you were on the other side, actually not giving Sukuna a second thought.

You hadn’t seen your former bully yet, and you were better for it. It was actually one of the things that almost made you skip out on the reunion tonight, but you’d thankfully been convinced by a former classmate who told you that you’d been voted most successful.

Seeing as your classmates took their time to acknowledge your success, the least you could do was show up and hold some light conversation for an hour or so.

So you made your way to the reunion, and honestly… you’d been having a great time. Talking about your career and accomplishments with your former classmates, and listening to them talk about theirs in return was actually great.

Sometimes in your field, it was easy to forget the outside world, you were so busy all of the time that you rarely got to just relax and have fun chatting with people with different jobs than you, living lives differently from yours. It was amazing, you felt recharged.

You were smiling, laughing at a story told by one of the football players in your class, not missing the way his eyes kept darting downwards to linger on your chest. Not missing the subtle way he angled his body closer to yours, his tongue wetting his lips each time you laughed.

You were on a high. You felt unstoppable. But of course…. All good things end.

You were just by the coolers, getting the two of you a second round of drinks when you felt someone step a little too close to you.

“Good to see you're still getting along so well with the football team.”

You froze at the snarky, drawling voice of Sukuna who stood behind you, letting himself drink in the sight of your ass, looking quite grabbable as you were bent down over the coolers. His fingers itched to reach out and grasp your hips, feel the softness squish between them, instead they tightened their grip on his beer. What was this… his 5th? 6th? Who knows.

You straightened your spine, becoming aware of the position you were in, realizing just how vulnerable it made you.

“You’re drunk Sukuna.” you bite out, turning on your heel to face him, trying to hide your shock as you realized he’d grown even taller after high school, your eyes a bit below his chin, leaving you eye-to-neck with him. You quickly sidestepped him, doing anything to put a respectable amount of space between the two of you.

Your quick avoidance coupled with your accusation made him scoff, Sukuna wasn’t a small man, standing at 6’4”ish 270 pounds give or take, it took more than half a dozen beers to get him any further than buzzed, especially considering that drinking had been in his weekly Friday night plans for the last 15 years.

You rolled your eyes, trying to leave. He stepped into your way, effectively cutting you off, making it your turn to scoff.

“If I say I’m trashed will you walk me home?” he asked teasingly, his wolfish grin reminding you just how timeless his charm really was. If you were a woman of any weaker resolve you would’ve played along.

But this was Sukuna.

And as much as you’d love to play catch up and subject yourself to guaranteed ridicule, you had a different good-looking man waiting for your attention, and for another drink. Was he as good-looking as the tanned cowboy in front of you who had not only gotten taller but definitely hotter with age? Who cares? The important part was that the man waiting for you didn’t nearly single-handedly ostracize you from your peers whilst shredding your good reputation with teachers and parents alike when you were just a child.

And that’s what it was at the end of the day. Sukuna could grin down at you all he wanted, his reddish brown eyes burning holes in your face, looking for any exploitable weakness he could find. But at the end of the day, you were a strong, confident woman now. Not the poor young girl you used to be. You didn’t have to put up with his shit anymore- no you refused to put up with his shit.

“Hmm…I dunno…” you said, giving him a tight-lipped smile, hoping an aloof tone would force him to leave you be. “Hell is a pretty long walk.”

That must’ve taken Sukuna by surprise, or at least enough surprise that it allowed you to slip past him. It wasn’t until you were a couple steps away did he respond with a deep laugh, one that came from his, and went straight to your core.

“Everything ok?” your slightly less hot prospect asked upon your return, you only nodded, hoping that the warmth you felt on your face hurriedly left as you handed him his refill.

“Just pe-”

“Hey. I wasn’t done talking to you.” Sukuna appeared again behind you.

Your smile fell again as you watched the two men greet each other.

As mentioned earlier, Sukuna was always good friends with seemingly everyone but you. That’s what made him so dangerous in high school, no matter who you told of his abuse you were never believed. And who would believe you whenever the boy you were accusing had such a dazzling smile and an equally agreeable disposition?

Sukuna watched you out of the corner of his eye as you zoned out, uninterested in the conversation between him and your one-night boy toy. You were shifting from foot to foot, uncomfortable with his presence.

It was obvious to him, unfortunately not to your conversation partner though, seeing as he continued to talk Sukuna’s ear off, asking about how things were on the ranch, how his business was going, how much he charged per cow, all while you shuffled your gaze from your feet to your drink to the wall then back to your feet.

A small part of Sukuna took a sick satisfaction in bothering you like this, bothering you in a way that if you acted out, accused him of instigating, or even spoke slightly ill of him, people would no doubt see you as the one in the wrong.

But his sickly favorite thing… truly the best way to put a smile on his face… was to embarrass you. That’s why he effortlessly steered the conversation back to you, specifically back to the fact you’d been talking to the same person for the last hour, specifically that it was a man you’d been talking to.

All it took was one little quip, one little “so I see you’re back for part two with the whole football team?” to freeze you like a deer caught in headlights.

You remembered that rumor, undoubtedly started by Sukuna, the rumor that you’d offered yourself to the high school football team in their locker room, the rumor that they (emphasis on they) had accepted your advances, and that’s why you had bruises trailing up your spine when you reached for a book on the top shelf, making your shirt ride up. And bruises on your knees when you wore your gym shorts. And bruises on your elbows when you rested your head on your hands during class.

And with that one little comment, it was like you’d been sucked back in time, especially when your potential one-night-of-fun laughed along with Sukuna, doing nothing to admit that the rumor was fake and he knew it.

Sukuna snickered, watching your eyes widen and your mouth drop open in surprise at the cruel reminder of perhaps his most regretted rumor ever. But while on the outside he laughed as your eyebrows knitted together and your cheeks darkened with humiliation, he kicked himself on the inside.

This wasn’t how he was supposed to get your attention tonight. What the fuck was wrong with him bringing up all of his past mistakes? Yeah he wanted to watch you squirm under his gaze, but not like this, not by bringing up all of the ways he used to torture you.

And it’s not like anyone at the reunion would put him in his place, he’d spend years building the reputation of the handsome, harmless, good-ole-boy ranch hand.

And you knew that too. No one would be on your side if you spoke up. You couldn’t even blame them. This was the first time you’d talked to ANY of them in the last decade, unlike Sukuna who’d stuck around the small town, building allyships with nearly everyone.

Without a word, you turned and left. Leaving your ruined prospect stumbling over himself saying it was “just a joke” as you calmly threw your drink away and began to exit the building. As you walked through the door, you looked back once more, catching Sukuna’s eye.

You hoped he could see the disappointment on your face, the hurt, and embarrassment that you thought you would’ve been able to escape by now.

And for a second, you were convinced that he regretted the comment, but then again, the look on his face was just too fleeting for you to decipher its meaning before you walked to your car, not looking back again.

That’s how you found yourself at the run-down bar that your father frequented. Thankfully he wasn’t here tonight, but that still didn’t ease the tension in your shoulders. But you’d decided that the need to get shit-faced off cheap tequila far outweighed your fear that your father would suddenly walk into the place.

The bartender asked what was wrong when he watched you down two shots, back to back, but he quickly lost interest when you just grumbled profanities under your breath all of which were aimed at Sukuna.

Fuck you hated him. You hated the way he made you feel like you were still that bullied little girl from high school, crying in the bathroom after hearing a rumor about you fucking the math teacher for an A in the hallways.

You hated the way everyone else just worshiped the ground he walked on, just because he had a nice smile and a banging body.

and fuck it really wasn’t fair how hot he was.

Once you were 3 shots deep you could feel most of your anger dissipating, and while the other patrons in the bar were thankful to be rid of your gloomy aura weighing the place down, you were fighting the good fight against the horny demons that had begun reminding you just how much Sukuna towered over you earlier that night.

You knew he was a ranch hand, and obviously, ranch hands have to be physically fit… but goddamn was he on another level. He looked like he could flip and fix a truck just to lift you in and fuck you in it.

He looked like he could ride a bull, wrestle it, and hog-tie it down before taking you to bed and doing damn near the same thing to you. Thick fingers gripping your thighs as he forced you to ride him, hissing at you through his teeth to roll your hips against him, letting your clit grind against what you could only imagine was an unruly bush. You imagined him flipping you over, trapping your hands behind your back as he pounded into you, forcing your face into his pillow, forcing you to feel, smell, and even taste his scent all around you.

Your head snapped up from its drunken position on the counter, sheepishly glancing around to make sure no one saw you, convinced that if they so much as looked at you, they would see your dirty thoughts about their town’s golden boy.

Sukuna watched you wave down the bartender from his position at the door. He wanted to act like he didn’t know you’d be here. He wanted to pretend that he didn’t drive around town for the last twenty minutes looking for your little car with your fancy out-of-state plates because that would be an insane thing to do.

But that's what he’d done, that's what you’d driven him to do.

His eyes followed you like a hawk as he stalked towards you, watching with the focus of a predator on prey as you took your shot, licking the salt off your hand, throwing back the shot, and biting into the lime. His eyes zeroed in on your lips wrapped around the lime wedge, your nose scrunching at the combination of burning liquor and sour lime.

Your eyes were screwed shut, trying to drive the thoughts of the cowboy out of your head, so you didn’t notice Sukuna’s presence til he opened his big fat mouth and spoke to the bartender, ordering a shot for himself.

“Kinda girlie ordering a shot isn’t it?” you scoffed, your eyes still shut as you let your head fall back into your arms that were slung across the counter. You didn’t have anything left in you to deal with the abrasive man next to you. In fact, you were afraid if you looked at him now he’d be able to see just how much you wanted him.

His body, to be clear. You only wanted his body. There was a reason you’d spent time chatting up that old football player before the whole fiasco happened, you were looking for a little fun as a reward for showing up to that god-forsaken reunion in the first place.

But alas, just as he did in high school, Sukuna drove your potential plaything away from you, leaving you hot, bothered, and as of now, a bit more than buzzed.

Sukuna just grinned at you, taking your acknowledgment as an invitation to move closer. He turned away from the counter, crossing his arms and leaning back against the bar, turning his head to watch you amusedly.

You tried your best to ignore him, but you couldn’t deny the warmth radiating off of him, not to mention the spicy scent of his cologne.

You bit your lip, trying to stop your imagination from getting away from you again.

“You think I’m girlie, Doll?” he asked, the rumble of his voice making your stomach twist.

“well its a girlie fucking drink.” you mumbled, not even lifting your head to glare at him.

“Tell you what Doll,” Sukuna drawled, leaning down to talk in your ear, pressing his lips to the outer shell of your ear, ��say the word, and I’ll take you home and prove that I’m not.”

And despite the way you felt your heartbeat against the seat of your barstool, you kept your composure and offered him another unimpressed scoff, grateful his lips weren’t against your neck to feel the blood rushing to your face.

“God you’re a prick” you growled, pushing your head back up, turning to look at him, wondering if, in your drunken state, you were convincing him that you were “bored” with his banter.

In reality, you were ashamed to admit you wanted more. You could feel the fire burning in your tummy and you were too intoxicated to listen to the voice in your head telling you that it was a bad idea to do this with your present company.

“You’re beautiful, Doll,” Sukuna whispered, his eyes fixated on your lips, swollen from the way you’d been chewing on them all night trying to repress your dirty thoughts.

It was pathetic, but this was the only time Sukuna felt he could be honest with you. He felt like he could finally tell you how he felt but only because of the security of knowing the booze had created a rose-colored veil over his words in your memory.

He wished he could be this sincere with you when you were sober. But when you were sober, all you did was stare into his soul, your eyes piercing him, weighing him down with guilt.

“Shut the fuck up.” You spat at him. You didn’t know where the fuck that came from but you weren’t interested in finding out. If this went anywhere tonight two things had to be true.

It had to be a good old no-strings-attached hate-fuck.

You had to be at least 1 shot drunker to have the courage to do it.

The bartender set Sukuna’s shot down in front of him as you angrily avoided eye contact with him, pissed that he’d even dare to say some shit like that after what he pulled at the reunion.

“I hate you.” you threw that one in for good measure, reveling in the way it made the corners of Sukuna’s mouth turn down.

He knew you had every reason to hate him, if he were you he’d feel a lot more than hate towards someone like him. And yet still, the way that you said it, like there was no room for debate, like it was fact, not opinion, that got to him.

“Yeah I know,” he mumbled, taking his shot before fully turning towards you. “But I need you to listen to what I have to say.”

This was it. He was going to come clean. Apologize for everything he’d done, ask for your forgiveness, beg for it if that’s what he had to do.

You rolled your eyes, but you kept your mouth closed, intrigued at the very least at what he had to say for himself.

“I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you. It wasn’t right.”

You stared at him.

He stared at you.

“That’s it?”

“Huh?”

You stood from your seat, now standing face to neck with Sukuna.

“You're pathetic.” you bit out, gathering your purse and calling to close out your tab. The apology was not only disappointing but also disgustingly sobering. An hour ago you wanted to ride him til he cried, now all you wanted to do was get the fuck out of town as quickly as possible.

All of it would be better once you went back to your life, that’s what you kept repeating to yourself as you tried to blink back tears. You tried waving down the bartender again, but he was busy serving other patrons.

The stuffy, humid air of the bar was suddenly unbearable as fury settled in your chest.

Sukuna grabbed your wrist.

“Fuck- Doll just wait a second.” His fingers gripped your arm, pulling you back towards him.

You stopped yourself from colliding with his chest, pressing balled-up fists to his chest as you looked up.

“please…” the word came from him almost like a whimper, his fingers searching for a way to keep you from leaving, one hand stilling your hip as the other tangled in your belt loops, ensuring you couldn’t just run away from him.

And while you definitely couldn’t have escaped him physically, the pleading tone of his voice was enough to widen your eyes and stop you from even trying.

His eyes darted away from yours when you looked up at him, anger and hurt and disgust swimming in your eyes, making his stomach turn and his jaw ache.

He didn’t know what to look at, his eyes shooting from your lips to the crowd to your fists on his chest, back to your lips set in a hard line, no sign of wobble detected. He could tell you were over it. He was running out of time, he had to find some way to keep you here. To keep you with him.

You rolled your eyes, did he really expect you to take him seriously when he couldn’t even meet your gaze. Once again, pathetic.

“I’m….I’m…” What was happening to him? He got it out fine the first time, it was a bit of a quick and sloppy apology he admits, but he still did it. So why was he struggling now?

You could tell with the way he fidgeted, his face turning beet red, that he was trying to say sorry but the sad bastard couldn’t even do that right. You wondered if he’d ever had to apologize to anyone seeing as he’d been Mr. Prince Charming since birth. If you were being honest, that idea made you really happy. The idea that you were the only person that could fluster him like this, make him uncomfortable with just a stare.

“Are you trying to say you’re sorry?” You scoff, making the Sukuna’s blush spread to his ears.

He was seriously losing this fight, and that was all he could think about. He wished he could just put you in his mind and let you see all of the thoughts that been plaguing him for the last 15 years of his life, the bitterness and jealousy and insecurity that lead him to bully you, he wished he could explain that teasing you was his awful way of showing you that he was obsessed with you. And he knew that wasn’t an excuse and he didn’t want to make it seem like it was, he just wanted to explain himself so that you’d know that he regretted it every single day of his life, and how he wanted more than anything in the universe to spend the rest of his life making it up to you. He wanted to grovel, to keep you locked away until you caved in and let him stand by your side for the rest of your days. He wanted to be able to buy you flowers to put on your kitchen counter in your dream home that he’d build for you. He wanted to cook you dinner every night, grinning as you ate it with a smile, even if he’d tried a new recipe that didn’t turn out the best. He wanted to do the dishes with you when it was dark outside, bumping shoulders as you washed and he dried, or he washed and you dried. He wanted to take you out dancing every Friday, show your old man that you escaped the life he tried to trap you in, that you’d found someone to worship the ground you walked on, that loved and respected you in a way he could never imagine.

All of these thoughts swarmed his brain and yet all he could do was stand there and sputter like an idiot, watching you lose faith that he could actually spit it out by the second. He knew if he didn’t hurry up and get his shit together you’d walk away, and you wouldn’t ever come back this time.

“It’s not that easy ya know?” he grumbled, removing his hat to run a hand through his hair nervously.

And while you knew you probably shouldn’t have, you let your eyes linger on his bicep as he raised his beaten cowboy hat, the contours of the muscles highlighted under the lowlights of the bar.

Thankfully Sukuna didn’t see your moment of weakness, because if he had you doubt he would’ve winced as hard as he did when you delivered your next line of,

“The fuck it is. You made my life unlivable for four years and now it’s ‘not that easy’ to stop choking on your big fat tongue and apologize properly? Bullshit” You rolled your eyes but, much to Sukuna’s surprise, made no move to walk away from him, allowing him to continue to tether himself to your side, his fingers instinctively tightening in your belt loops.

“What do you want me to do, I said I’m sorry,” he grumbled, avoiding your eyes once again.

“Well it wasn’t good enough” you growled, surprised that you were somehow still standing, even with the way his eyes bore into you before flickering down to your lips, making you incredibly self-aware, fighting the urge to run away, to kick and scream, to fight, to do anything but stand in the confines of his gaze.

Sukuna was quiet for what felt like forever for the both of you. He searched for the words to say, and in the ever so emotionally constipated fashion, came up dry each time. Why was this so hard for him? He knew exactly what he wanted to say to you, god he wished he could just touch your foreheads together and transfer it all so you’d finally know how he felt.

And while Sukuna, lost in thought, might not have noticed the way he was inching closer to you, you definitely did.

And don’t think you were spared of any inner turmoil, because while Sukuna was standing like a dope, fighting the good fight against his own thoughts and emotions, you had your own battle to engage in. Your voice of reason was screaming at you to run, to slap him and storm off, to not let him have the satisfaction of forgiveness but the damned horny monster was making its way to the surface, scratching and clawing its way to the top so it could convince you to stay.

‘Why waste the chance for a taste?’ it whispered in your mind, reminding you that this was your last night in town and Sukuna was undoubtedly the hottest possible man you could spend it with. You didn’t have to forgive him, use him, abuse him, leave him. Be gone forever, make him regret treating you that way, less than human. Treat him the same way, like he was just a tool at your disposal.

You were ashamed to admit how appealing that choice was. But could anyone blame you? You’d suffered at his hands for far longer, what would one night be in the grand scheme of things? If anything it’d give you some closure. Give you the power of knowing that you came out of this feud on top.

But of course, as earlier stated, you’d need to be at least one shot deeper.

Sukuna’s eyes found yours again when you cleared your throat, somehow looking down your nose at him despite the fact he still stood at 6’4” which was quite a bit taller than you.

“I need a shot.”

He continued staring, obviously confused at the near 180 of the conversation, that was until you cleared your throat, giving him ONE last chance to move his ass out of the way and lead you back to the bar, and that’s what he did, watching as you flagged down another shot for yourself, telling the bartender to put it on his tab.

“So…” you drawled, feigning boredom as you let yourself drink him in properly for the first time that night, taking your time as you dragged up and down his body, only flicking up to his face at the very end.

You almost smiled at the blush painting his cheeks, it was cute. You could tell he was nervous, squirming at the way you looked at him unabashedly.

Don’t get him wrong, Sukuna was ecstatic you were checking him out, in fact, he was hoping it could keep you distracted until he could come up with a half-intelligent sentence to say.

But his luck seemed to be running dry that night.

“If I were you I’d hurry up before my shot comes and I get bored.”

This time you let yourself grin at the way he started fumbling with himself, spitting out a couple of pathetic ‘umm… ya see’s before squeezing his eyes shut, taking a deep breath to regain himself.

When he opened his eyes, you were a bit surprised by the heat behind them, by the sincerity of what came out of his mouth next.

“I understand why you don’t wanna hear me out Doll, I don’t need you to forgive me right now, but I need you to know that I’m sorry. And I need you to know that I regret the way I’ve treated you, and I’ll always regret it”

If Sukuna was a confident man at that moment (which he uncharacteristically wasn’t) he would’ve smirked or maybe even commented on the way that your eyes widened, softening slightly at his more soft-spoken apology. But all he could do was look down at the scratched bar counter while his stomach twisted in knots, waiting for the green light from you to continue his groveling.

You were shocked, to say the least, the sincerity in his voice was enough to make you believe that this wasn’t some twisted way of embarrassing you.

And in the quiet of it all, the bartender slid your shot towards you, lime resting over the top. You thanked them, pulling the salt shaker you’d formerly abandoned back towards you as you stared at Sukuna’s side profile under your lashes. You wished he was brave enough to look back up at you. But then again, did you? Did you really want him seeing you this way? Softened by his sincerity? You could only assume that apologizing wasn’t in his usual routine, especially not with how poorly he’d done it the first two times. But something about that last time, something about the way he couldn’t look you in the face now, made you feel like it was the real deal. That he might actually regret what he’d done to you.

Did that mean you forgave him?

Fuck no.

“Look at me.”

Sukuna looked up like a lost puppy, brows knitting together as soon as he saw that glint in your eyes, a glint he could only assume used to occupy his eyes when he teased you. He found himself leaning closer, holding his breath as you saddled up closer to his side, your fingers gracefully plucking the lime off of the top of your shot glass.

“Open.”

You watched his eyes widen in panic, glancing around the room to see if any had heard your request. You followed his gaze, watching him realize that the bar was damn near packed (which wasn’t hard considering its small capacity), and that he’d unconsciously lead you to one of the darker areas of the bar. No one would notice if he did it. And honestly, he didn’t know if he would care even if they did.

And yet, that small, stupid, stubborn, prideful part of him still had to put up a fight. He rolled his eyes, trying to be nonchalant about it when he mumbled out “come on Do-”

But you were done taking shit tonight. You knew what you wanted by the end of the night and Sukuna could either follow your rules or go fuck himself.

“I said open.” You cut him off, smiling sweetly as your hand slowly grasped his jaw, giving him plenty of time to pull away, your sweet smile turning mischievous as he made no move to get away.

You pushed his cheeks together, making him groan as his lips puckered, face red as he watched you bring the lime up to his lips, grip loosening enough to let him open up.

You slipped the slice between his lips, telling him to hold it in his teeth by the rind for you as you prepared your salt, all the while batting your lashes at him, trying to work him up as much as possible.

And fuck was it working. Sukuna could feel his jeans getting tighter with every breath he took, your hand that held his jaw now resting surprisingly tenderly under his ear, your nails lightly scratching circles at the side of his nape. You had him pour the salt over the back of your hand by your thumb, which he gladly did, filling a little patch for you as he tried to focus on anything but rubbing himself against you.

He could…. you were close enough, so close.

You brought your hand up to your mouth. You licked the salt off. You downed your tequila, discarding the shot glass on the counter beside you. And then brought your now free hand back up to Sukuna’s jaw, bringing him forward before biting into the lime between his lips, making him groan deep in his throat, his hands desperately coming up to brace your hips as he felt your lips brushing against his.

You could feel him jerk against your hip, the stiff outline of him pressed between the two of you as he practically curled himself around your body, his hands wrapping their way to your lower back, pulling you towards him further, bringing your chests together. He rested his face in the crook of your neck, his breath jagged as he tried to maintain a slipping composure.

You could almost laugh at how pathetic it was. And yet, all you felt was fire licking its way up your core, the power you held over him was amazing and unlike anything you’d felt before and all you knew was that you needed more.

You leaned away, discarding the lime into your shot glass before turning back to Sukuna.

“Good boy.” you mocked, firmly patting his cheek and letting him dig his face deeper into your neck. You giggled, almost sadistically. You could feel how hot his face was against your skin and it was thrilling, to say the least.

“So…” you turn your head, whispering against his ear, “you gonna take me home?”

It was like he was short-circuiting, Sukuna couldn’t bring himself to remove his face from your neck, the warmth of your skin too inviting. And even if he could, he wouldn't want to, he couldn’t go back to the way he was before, callous and unwilling to bend to your will. It felt like you’d flipped a switch in his brain that he never knew existed. Now that he was here, in the warmth of your presence, feeling your pulse beneath his lips, he felt free, he felt free to admit his cowardice to you, to beg you for forgiveness, to grovel and whine beneath you until you felt he’d been punished sufficiently. Of course, wasn’t this punishment enough? Holding him in the small corner of the bar, making him grapple with the unsavory reality that soon he’d have to let you go, the reality that the two of you couldn’t stay like that.

And in his overthinking daze, he couldn’t form a proper response, leaning back with confusion painted over his face,

“Wait, what do you mean? Why?” his reply was quick and mumbled, as if he genuinely couldn’t fathom why you’d said that, his eyes were flitting over your face, almost frantic.

You just laughed and took a page out of his book, hooking your fingers through his belt loops, tugging him closer as you looked back up at him.

“You wanna apologize don’t you?”

And that’s how the two of you ended up how you were, Sukuna lying helplessly underneath you as you ground your hips against his, pulling pathetic little groans out of the man as he clutched onto your hips, not knowing if he wanted to stop you or go faster.

“Fuck…please….” he gasped, his brows furrowed as sweat rolled down the side of his forehead. His shirt had been discarded somewhere in the room as were his jeans, leaving him in his black boxer briefs which were struggling to contain his raging hard-on, not to mention soaked with both his and your arousals.

You giggled from your spot above him, digging your nails further into his thick chest muscles, pulling a little, poorly stifled moan out of him as you flicked his nipples, pulling the pretty pink buds while your still-clothed cunt dragged across him.

“Come on….” you teased, “you want me to reward you? You haven’t apologized yet.” you leaned down, biting his neck, stilling your hips much to his dismay. You grinned against his pulse, feeling it jump every time your canines dragged up and down the skin there.

“You really think you deserve pussy? After all the shit you’ve pulled over the years?” you bit out, crawling off of him and sitting beside him, leaning against the headboard as he lay there, whiplashed by your constant hot then cold attitude.

And while Sukuna might be pathetic, might be undeserving, might be a no-good piece of shit, he wasn’t dumb. He knew what you wanted, and he was more than happy to give it to you.

You hummed, watching him eagerly roll over, slotting his shoulders between your legs, resting your thighs on each side of his face, nearly cumming at the feeling of the fat of your thighs against his skin.

“Please…” he begged, his eyes hooded and his mouth hung open. He looked like a fucking dog, panting, his mouth dragging across your inner thighs as he looked at you expectantly, waiting for the go-ahead to feast on you.

“Fuck.” you mumbled, feeling your restraint slip, feeling the need to make him suffer, weaken. And it was all because of the way he was looking up at you, looking at you like he needed your permission to breathe. And subconsciously, you found yourself thinking that this wouldn’t be an awful thing to come home to each day. A nice, strong man made weak by you and only you.

“please… lemme taste you” Sukuna whimpered, pressing open-mouthed kisses closer and closer to his desired destination, making your hips jolt with each contact. It was like he knew exactly what to do to make you putty in his hands, but you wouldn’t go down so easily… you couldn’t.

You combed your fingers through his hair, smiling at the way he leaned towards your palm.

“Fuck…” Sukuna groaned, pitching his head back against your hand as you pulled a little too hard at his hair, making his dick jump against the bed, his teeth digging into his bottom lip.

“listen doll….” you whispered to him, mocking him with the pet name that he’d been throwing at you all night, “...I want you to beg for it…”

He glanced back up at you, eyes wide as he opened his mouth, you imagined to protest, so you beat him to the punch, pulling his hair again and successfully shutting him up with another sharp groan.

“Don’t you wanna apologize ‘Kuna?” you cooed, grinning as he shivered in response to your nails trailing through his surprisingly tame hair, nodding as he looked up at you through his lashes. You smiled, “....then beg.”

You waited for another second, Sukuna didn’t move from his place below you, and for a second you began to doubt if he still wanted to be there. Had you misread the situation? No, you couldn’t have… so did you take it too far? Was he waayy turned off now?

What you didn’t know was that the truth was quite the contrary. Sukuna was more so frozen from the fear that he wouldn't be enough for you, cuz shit with how close he already was, he wasn’t sure he’d last past eating you out, god the thought of feeling you on his tongue was almost enough to make him cum against the sheets before he could even start.

You went to close your legs, rethinking all of your actions up till now, “hey, listen-” you started…

But before you could get another syllable out, Sukuna was pulling you back against him, gripping your outer thighs hard enough to leave bruises as he finally sunk his teeth into you.

He keened at the sound of your sharp gasp, your hands tightening in his hair once more, pulling his face impossibly closer to your core as you felt his lips wrap around your clit.

“Fuck- ‘Kuna….. fu- ….. wha-.... “ you couldn’t think straight, every thought, every plan that you’d had to make him suffer was getting cloudy with every curl of his tongue against you, you could feel your eyes rolling back into your head, you felt possessed.

“Shhh….” Sukuna whispered, the veins in his forearms bulging as he fought to keep your hips against the bed and your legs spread for him. Now that you’d let him start he didn’t plan on stopping until one of you passed out from exhaustion, whether that would be you or him was up to the universe to decide, of course, he’d do his damndest to make sure it was you.

“Want you to use me….” he sighed, shivering at the feeling of your heels digging into his upper back, “want you to ride my face….. please….”

You felt your back bowing off the bed, his tongue forcing its way into you, his nose bumping against your clit as you unconsciously ground against him.

You were almost shocked at how close you already were, almost because who are you kidding, Sukuna was the hottest man you’d ever laid eyes on, and the way that he was eating you out made you practically salivate at the thought of fucking him.

You couldn’t get over the way his back felt against your calves, the taut ropiness of the muscles, hardened by years of physical labor, fuck he felt so good against you, the way that his fingers wrapped around the backs of your thighs, gripping the tops of them as he kept your legs pried open, vulnerable to him and him alone.

And yet Sukuna knew you controlled him, every thrust of his tongue inside you, every catch of his teeth against your clit he could feel himself falling deeper and deeper under your spell, falling more and more in love with the way you moaned for him, sighing his name while digging your nails into his shoulders, your acrylics biting his skin in a way that made him pathetically hump against the duvet beneath him.

“Fuck….” he moaned, “you’re so fucking pretty doll…please-please pull my hair… please…. I wanna stretch you out…”

“Yeah?” you asked, cupping his jaw surprisingly gently as he looked up at you, desperation on his face and a borderline scary hunger in his eyes. “how do you wanna stretch me out baby?” you cooed, dragging your hand across his face, taking his jaw in your hand once again, encouraging him to come closer.

Which he did, of course, scrambling up to you, crawling to rest between your legs, the soft lighting of the room catching the way his chin was shining with your arousal.

You found yourself looking away, the sight of Sukuna, so eager to please you, being too much. This wasn’t how it usually went. Usually, you found a guy, toyed around with him for a couple weeks, and then you both went on your merry ways. No guy had looked at you like Sukuna did, like you’d hung the moon and the stars. Was this really the same man that had made your life a living hell for the longest time? That’d made you move states away from everything you’d ever known?

Sukuna frowned, watching your face tilt away from him, your eyes avoiding his as he felt your body stiffen beneath him.

“fuck…” he sighed, his forehead resting against yours as he watched a tear make its way down your cheek.

“I hate you.”

“I’m so sorry…” he breathed, closing his eyes, his chest heaving with adrenaline, all of the thoughts and guilt he’d been having for the 10 years pushing to the forefront of his brain.

“I hate you…” you repeated it, not knowing what else to say, your fingers found his biceps somehow, trying to anchor yourself as more tears started to fall. It was the worst-timed catharsis ever. God! All you’d wanted to do was fuck this man, get your closure, and get on with your life. But the son of a bitch just never let you have your way. He was always fucking everything up.

“I know Doll, god I'm so sorry…”

Was Sukuna… crying?

You opened your eyes to find the pink-haired man, eyes red and lined with tears, his jaw set hard as he looked anywhere but your face, the guilt eating him alive. You could tell he meant it this time. If he hadn’t meant it at the bar (which you were fairly certain he had) he did now. With the way that his tears kinda sparkled in the light, with the way that his chest pressed even closer to yours, you could tell.

“...just kiss me please…” you whispered, your hands coming down to hold his, your fingers intertwining with his, where they sat against the sheets, gently untangling the grip he had on the linens.

A broken sound came out of him as he surged forward, pressing his open mouth to yours heatedly. You moaned at the taste of you on his tongue as he forced it into your mouth, curling it around your own as he readjusted his body below you, your core, once again, pressed snuggly against his dick, still angrily trapped in his dampened boxers.

You could feel him moving, humping you against the headboard as he kissed you, the slow, almost yearning way his hips dragged against yours a stark comparison to the desperation of his mouth.

He raised his hands, wrapping around the back of your head, coaxing you further into the kiss, making your head fuzzy.

But Sukuna couldn’t forget that you were steering this ship, so when he finally got the willpower, he broke away from you, his cock weeping furiously as he buried his face in your neck.

“please…” if he was begging before, he was absolutely pleading now, “please… let me show you how sorry I am, lemme make it up to you please…”

And ya know, lust does crazy things to a person, so instead of kicking him to the curb and deciding to never talk to him ever again, you just dropped your head back, exposing your neck to him as if it was a peace offering.

“Fuck...” he whined, his lips attaching to you before you could even rest your head against the headboard behind you, making your breath catch and your hips involuntarily jump towards his. “... thank you… fuck thank you…” his words were broken between as he licked and bit as much of your skin as he could find, thinking that if he left his mark on you, you wouldn’t throw him out at the end of the night, he thought that if other men saw it, he’d finally have the chance to make you his and only his.

“Sukuna, shit- slow down- please..” you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders making him groan against you but not stop his pathetic attempts to keep you.

“can’t… too pretty…”

you almost scoffed, but you were too afraid that all that would come out was something far more embarrassing than Sukuna’s unrivaled arousal. So you settled with squeezing your eyes shut, biting your lip to ensure you didn’t say something you’d regret in the morning.

You managed a “Don’t say that.” through gritted teeth, which just made Sukuna that much harder, especially when he managed to make you moan when his teeth dug into your neck.

Don’t think he didn’t notice how you were holding back, chewing on your lips instead of letting him hear you. That in itself was torture alone, and something that he was directing all of his energy towards correcting.

You felt his fingers, moving down your body, traveling from the back of your head to your waist to your hips, grabbing every square inch of fat he could find, kneading it in a way that was beyond embarrassing, and yet it was driving you insane.

His unabashed desire for you, undeterred by the extra weight around your midsection, was making your head spin. In fact, call you crazy but every time he felt you up, clutching at your curves, his dick jerked against you, telling you that he was definitely enjoying it just as much as you were.

And the truth was that he was enjoying it MUCH more than you were. The only thought running through his head being ‘don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum’

He knew he needed to make you cum first, needed to prove his worth as a lover before he could finally sink himself into you, he knew the second he did he’d be lost. He wouldn’t be able to stop, even if you begged him.

“Kuna…” you cooed, dragging his mouth back up to yours, taking his tongue in your mouth, trying to convince him to move on past kissing you. You needed more, and it looked like he was gonna make you ask for it. “want your fingers…” you watched his eyes widen before he nodded, his hand quickly dragging from your stomach to core, wasting no time before circling your clit, making you cry out against his shoulder, taking your turn at marking him as your teeth dug into the thick muscle.

“Fuck doll….” he groaned, wasting no time in pushing the first finger into you, making your tummy clench at the way it curled up into your walls, somehow hitting that soft spot inside of you in the first 30 seconds.

But you were still hell-bent on hiding how good you felt from Sukuna, he could tell with the way you only let out small ohs as he massaged the tip of his middle finger into your g-spot.

Not that Sukuna wanted to seem cocky when he said it, but it wasn’t like he was inexperienced with the ladies. He knew he was making you feel good, he could feel it with every warm pulse of your pussy around his fingers.

“Shit…” he whispered into your ear. You felt his nose drag down the side of your jaw, trailing against the outline, down to your neck once again. You almost interjected, thinking that he was gonna stop fucking you open on his fingers just to tease you again by literring hickeys on your neck, but the words died in your throat as he continued downwards, passing your pulse up before landing on the top of your breast, digging his teeth into the fat enough to make you squirm against him.

“Kuna stop…”

He grinned at the whiney tone of your voice, he couldn’t help it though, if this was the only way to break you out of your vow of silence then so be it.

“Shhh….” he switched from biting to running his tongue over your skin, moaning at the feeling of you arched against him when his tongue caught the edge of your nipple.

“Fuck baby, youre so fucking hot…” he mumbled, contining licking and biting, yet (much to your annoyance) avoiding sucking on your tit directly.

“You’re sucking me in so good…. so pretty..”

You could feel your orgasm building in the bottom of your stomach, especially with the way Sukuna's thumb kept drawing circles against your clit, alternating with the movement of now two of his fingers twisting and probing inside of you.

“shi- d-don’t say that.. ple-” the words died in your throat as the edge of his tongue accidentally caught the edge of your areola, dangerously close to your nipple, pearled and begging for his full attention.

“Don’t want me to call you pretty Doll?” he asked.

No response. He couldn’t tell if you hadn’t heard him or simply refused to answer him, so he stilled his fingers, going to make sure you were ok.

“wha-?” you all but whined, your head shooting up to look at him from its lolled position against the pillows of Sukuna’s bed.

“Need to you to pay attention to me, baby…please-” you could barely believe your eyes as you watched your childhood bully give you the most pathetic puppy dog eyes, resting his chin against your chest, panting as he laid his cheek against your skin, practically nuzzling his face into your tits.

“...please…all I ever wanted was your attention, fuck why da’ think I said all that shit when I was a lil snot nose fucker?”

With his words, you felt him start to move his hips against your thigh again, the wetness of his briefs making a sticky mess against your leg… so close to where you needed him, yet still too far for your liking.

And while you wished you could say that his behavior was anything but attractive, the way that you felt your cunt twitching, gaping with the loss of his fingers, made it very clear how you really felt.

“fuuuck…” you groaned, grumbling your frustrations under your breath, bringing your hands up from their positions tangled in his sheets to tangle them back in his hair.

“what was that doll?” Sukuna raised his head back up to look in your eyes, his half-lidded stare making you impossibly wetter.

“..was so close….” you mumbled, refusing to show any kindness towards him, you were back on your warpath, your ruined orgasm obliterating any empathy you had for him, you were again here for one thing and one thing only. Dick. not for him to call you pretty or kiss you til your head spun, you were here for a good unattached fuck.

And even though in the back of your mind, you feared that you’d failed that mission the minute Sukuna’s lips met yours, you could still pretend that there was only one thing he was good for.

“huh?” Sukuna was a bit taken aback, expecting you to whine about, or at least acknowledge his confession that he’d dreamed of this practically since he hit puberty.

But you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, not yet at least.

Sukuna whined at the abrupt sensation of you pulling his hair, making his eyes widen in surprise at your sudden aggression. He thought he had you right where he wanted you, he thought he’d warmed you up enough to stop acting so cold towards him, he genuinely thought the two of you were past just a one-night stand.

But you were here to remind him that this wasn’t what he wished it was, it wasn’t loving and tender, this was him begging, this was him groveling for forgiveness.

This was also a much-needed change of pace for you, seeing as you had started to lose your grip of control on the situation.

“Put your fingers back in me Kuna,” you said, your eyes flickering back down to his lips, watching him pant. You felt him nod against your grip, mumbling out a pitiful ‘fuck ‘m sorry’ before pushing his middle and ring fingers back up into you, all while maintaining eye contact.

You stared at his face, fucked out as he took his turn glancing down at your lips, obviously desperate for another kiss, a desperation you happily ignored, guiding his face into the crook of your neck as you keened at the feeling of him scissoring you open, finding your g-spot again in no time.

You whispered in his ear, making him whine with the way you gently bit it.

“Want you to fuck me real nice n hard with your fingers Kuna…” You arched into him, making his head spin at the feeling of your naked body pressed to his chest, “ ‘n I want you to make me cum while you suck on my tits.. kay?”

“Fuck….o-okay….” If you could believe it, Sukuna’s face turned an even deeper shade of pink, it was cute you thought, cute until, without another word he dove in, teeth first against the first nipple.

“Oh-fu-mm… good boy Kuna…. you like that?” you moaned, digging your nails into his shoulders

“Mhmm… love it s’much” he panted, his tongue circling the bud before taking it back into his mouth. Sukuna swore he could’ve gone to heaven. If not from the taste of your skin against his tongue, then from the way your cunt kept sucking his fingers back in.

“So fucking warm….” he worked his way to the other nipple, feeling his cock jump as he flicked it with his tongue, drawing another embarrassing moan out of your throat. “.....so soft….”

You could feel yourself getting close again, the warmth growing in your core as Sukuna continued to pump his fingers into you, the tip of his middle finger prodding into your g-spot with each drag.

“Fuck…. come on Kuna…. make me cum… please”

And that’s all the encouragement he needed to abandon your breasts, bringing his free hand up to grip the nape of our neck before taking your lips against his, this time leaving you no room to reject him, pouring his soul into the kiss, panting as he forced his tongue against yours, overwhelming you with the sudden display of dominance.

It was unexpected but not unwelcome as you felt yourself fall over the ledge, gasping against his mouth as his fingers brutally worked you through your high, his hard chest caging you in, leaving you nowhere to escape to as chills wracked through your bones, your vision damn near turning white.

“Fuck please no…no more…too much” you begged when Sukuna finally gave you a chance to breathe, sinking his teeth into your neck, leaving (what he hoped) would be an everlasting hickey.

It was only when your hands shifted from pulling Sukuna closer to pushing him away that he realized that he still hadn’t stopped fucking you on his fingers.

“Shit…. sorry doll….” he mumbled, closing his eyes in ecstasy at the feeling of your warmth pulsing around his fingers, imagining how it’d feel if it were his dick being choked by your heat. “.....’m sorry…. just so pretty…”

You gasped, feeling him remove his fingers from you, watching through your lashes as he brought them up to his lips, moaning as he sucked your orgasm off of them.

“wanna taste?” he asked, grabbing your nape again, this time coaxing you into a kiss, just as deep but slightly less domineering, leaving you room to breathe as his tongue flicked into your mouth, his hips resuming a slow pace against you.

He hoped you could feel how badly he needed you, the sick stickiness of his crotch mixing with the slickness of your core, the fabric making you whimper and jump with each catch of your overstimulated clit.

“Fuck.” Sukuna whispered against your neck, drawing back to look at you, fully intending to beg you to touch him, just touching him would suffice, fuck he felt like he would burst with just a drag of your finger against his cock.

“Please…” you watched as he begged, his eyes red and…. were those tears? Had your childhood bully really fallen so far? Begging for your pussy as he humped your leg like a fucking puppy. “...please is it my turn?”

You smiled sweetly at him, cupping his cheek, letting him nuzzle his face against your palm.

“you wanna fuck me Kuna?”

Sukuna swore you were an angel with the way your eyes sparkled as he nodded, his eyes desperately flickering down to your lips.

“you need some pussy?” you almost giggled, watching his eyes widen, his eyes still transfixed on the way your lips moved, barely registering the words that came out of them.

“no….” he whispered, “no… just yours… only yours, please..”

You almost laughed, if only he didn’t look so pathetic… if only it wasn’t making you flood the sheets more than you already had.

“yeah?” you asked, “you just want mine? How bad d’ya want it Kuna?”

“S-so bad... fu… want you so bad…” his hips moved faster against you, making you worried he’d finish before you could get your fill.

Not that that would stop the two of you from going again, not that it would stop you from riding him til he cried for real.

“yeah?... “ you cooed, lightly slapping his cheek, grinning at the way it made him gasp, “...show me then…”

And with that, it was like a switch flipped in him, or rather it was like a starved man had finally gotten permission to eat. He sat back on his heels, wasting no time in pulling his boxers down, tucking the waistband under his balls, too impatient to take them off completely.

You wished you could say that you were surprised, but let's be honest, you knew that Sukuna was gonna be fucking strapped, even if he were to just be proportional to the rest of him he’d of been big. But this was just ridiculous, not only was he big… he was so pretty it had to be a crime.

The pink of the tip was almost shimmering with how wet it already was with his pre, if it wasn’t so heavy you bet it would’ve reached above his belly button, and the sight of the vein running up it was making your mouth water and your tummy flip. You could practically feel him inside of you already, fuck you could practically feel your next orgasm coming on.

Without a word, you turned yourself onto your stomach before propping up onto your knees, making his head spin at the sight of you offering your plump ass to him, pressing yourself into such a pretty arch.

It was tempting to fuck you like this, it really was… and if Sukuna was any weaker a man he’d of jumped at the chance to slam into you, to watch the fat of your ass ripple with each snap of his hips.

But Sukuna knew how he wanted to take you, he wanted to remember this forever, the first time he fucked you had to be memorable. You had the rest of your lives to fuck like rabbits, but this time he wanted to see you come undone, he wanted to look into yor eyes as he got to sink into you.

But you couldn’t see the gears in Sukuna’s head turning, all you knew was there were 2 fewer hands on your body than you wanted.

“Hey wha- hey!” your eyes widened as Sukuna grabbed your hips, flipping your body back over to face him.

“I wanna see your face..” he mumbled, leaning closer to you, his eyes flicking down to your lips., “please..”

You almost rolled your eyes, if not out of pure disbelief at his honey dipped words then in a lame attempt to cover up the fact that such words were starting to get to you, starting to make you picture something more with Sukuna, something that’d last past the next several hours.

You opened your mouth to taunt him, but as soon as Sukuna saw those pretty little lips of yours part he nudged your entrance with his tip, biting his lip with a cocky grin when your complaints died on your tongue, melting into a breathy ‘fuck’, pressing your eyes closed at the feeling of his fat tip running across your clit.

“fuck… please Kuna…” you brought his lips to yours, gasping at the feeling of him beginning to press into you, slowly stretching you out. “I need it in me…”

And that was all it took to make Sukuna lose the small grip he had on himself completely, driving into you in one swift thrust, making your eyes cross and your toes curl.

“Oh my god…” Sukuna moaned, his eyes closing in concentration, his whole attention focused on not coming completely undone the second he felt your warmth wrapped around his dick, the heat nearly choking him.

“Fuck…can I move? ple-fuck… please can I move?”

You almost wanted to make Sukuna suffer by saying no if it meant he’d look at you like this forever, his cheeks flushed almost as pink as his hair, his pupils blown so wide you could barely even tell his eye color. He looked at you like a churchgoer in prayer, like you were his world… It was honestly a little scary how it made you feel, how much you liked it, how much you could see yourself getting used to it, waking up to it every morning, falling asleep to it every night.

You brought your hand up to cup his jaw, smiling small at the way he turned his face towards your hand, his eyes never leaving yours as he waited expectantly for your answer, his breath catching at the feeling of your walls pulsing around him.

“Make me cum ‘Kuna ....please” you whispered, guiding his mouth back to yours, swallowing the groan that ripped through him as his hips started moving without his permission, making you cry out with the brutal pace his body set.

It felt like he was possessed, moving without any control over his body. He didn’t know how long he could keep himself contained with the way you were sucking him in. The feeling of your soft stomach and tits as he pressed his body as close as physically possible to you, only his hips moving to jackhammer his cock in and out of you, making your head spin with every catch of his pelvis against your clit and with every brush of his chest against yours, feeling his bounding heartbeat, threatening to burst out of his chest.

It was fucking hot, the effect you had on him, the way he could only hide his face in your neck, whimpering out pathetic “thank yous” against your collarbone, too flustered to do anything else.

Your arms had found their ways around his neck, your nails digging into his upper back, the bite of your nail making his cock jump inside of you.

“Fuck Kuna….” you moaned, you felt him in your throat, his tip brushing against your cervix with each snap of his hips, your hips doing their best to meet his thrusts. “feels so good…”

“Yeah?” he breathed, gritting his teeth, his quickly approaching end only driven closer by your praise. “I fucking love the way you feel around me doll, so fucking tight… fuckin’ perfect.”

The way his words came straight from his chest, the low tone, borderline growl making your walls tighten around him.

“Tell me how much you love it ‘Kuna…” your hands were on his lower back now, as if pushing him closer to you, letting him hit even deeper inside of you.

“Shit….” Sukuna choked, “oh my god… oh my god I love it so much… love it…. love you-fuck I love you”

And maybe if you were already fucked half to heaven you’d of noticed what he’d said… what he’d confessed to you, but you were so lost in your own lust all you could do was agree, blabbering in agreeance, your hips chasing his desperately, chasing the high that was starting to rise in your core.

“Love your cock Kuna…. please..please go faster.” it was your turn to beg, and god was Sukuna NOT ready for such a thing, nearly fainting at the sight of your half-lidded gaze.

Most men would give up, he’d been fucking you for a while now, supporting his upper body on his forearms as his hips pistoned into you, maybe if he’d a been any smaller of a man his muscles would burn with exertion, and they’d especially not be able to go faster.

But not Sukuna, not the man who threw around 100 pound haybales, two at a time all day for weeks at a time, not the man who could drive 50 posts a day, putting up nearly a mile of fencing all alone.

This was no sweat to Sukuna, if anything the burn in his thighs was a reward for the long insufferable days of work, which is why when his girl says faster, there's only one thing he can do.

“oh my godddd yesyesyess-fuck thank you…”

Sukuna grinned as you babbled out profanities, pressing your thighs to your chest, changing the angle of his hips to drill into you that much better, taking your lips in a bruising kiss, forcing you even deeper into a mean mating press.

“Fuck doll, youre so fucking beatiful, gonna make me cum…”

Your head was spinning, it felt like your heart was going to break out of your chest, the feeling of the fat tip of Sukuna’s cock pressing into your gspot with each jerk of his hips was making you lose your mind in the best way.

How were you going to carry on with life after this? You weren't quite sure yet, knowing that you’d never have this much control over a man ever again was an unfortunate thought. The power you held over this man alone was enough to nearly push you over the edge, that familiar rubber band drawn so tight within you, so ready to snap… you just need one more little push. You wanted to watch Sukuna fall apart first, wanted to watch him lose his mind from the way you made him feel.

“please…want you to come inside of me ‘Kuna…”

Sukuna swore he saw god, “fuck…wai-what about you getting pregnant?”

Sukuna asked, and he admitted that half of him hoped you were serious, he hoped that you were serious and that you weren’t on the pill. And while he was definitely just thinking with his dick, he couldn’t help but pray he’d knock you up first try. He knew it was barbaric and he was fairly certain you really didn't want that. But that didn’t stop him from fucking into you impossibly faster, making you cry out, digging you nails into his back, undoubtedly leaving angry red marks for him to admire tomorrow.

You giggled, the sound quickly melting into a moan with the way Sukuna’s hips quickened.

“Don’t worry… on the pill…” you managed to whimper out, getting sick satisfaction when Sukuna’s face dropped just the slightest bit before dropping down to your neck, biting and sucking a trail up to your jaw, whispering into your ear.

“fuck… you sure?”

Sukuna could feel himself on the edge, he was so fucking close, all he needed was to feel you come around him, feel you cream around his cock, paint his pelvis with your arousal. But before he could do anything else, before he could talk you over the edge, you tangled your fingers into his hair again and brought him against your chest, forcing his face against them, making his eyes roll back at the feeling of your fat tits smothering him.

“Come for me ‘Kuna.” you whispered in his ear before tossing your head back at the feeling of his teeth sinking into one of your nipples, the actions pushing you both over the edge at the same time.

“Fuuuckkkkk” you cried, white flashing behind your eyes, you body shaking, the only thing preventing your body from bowing off of the bed being Sukuna’s strong frame, pinning you down as he worked you through your high, forcing himself to fuck you through his own high, the hot overstimulation of your walls making him cry out against the skin of your breasts.

The two of you rode out your highs until you were both left sweaty, out of breath, and twitching, your bodies tangled in Sukuna’s sheets.

You finally gathered your breath, slowly regaining your composure, gaining consciousness at the feeling of Sukuna still slowly pressing kisses against your neck, already having come down from his high, choosing to happily bask in your presence for as long as he possibly could.

“Hey…” you mumbled, a sudden rush of embarrassment dawning on you as the gravity of what you just did started to weigh on you.

Sukuna let out a small ‘hmm?’ still not stilling his lips against you, something inside of him thinking that as soon as he stopped all of this would be over and you’d walk out of his life forever.

“Gotta pee.” you muttered, trying and failing to move your body under his, his solid muscle mass proving it pointless.

“I’ll carry you.”

It wasn’t even an offer, he just dragged himself up, gathering you in his arms like you were nothing, not even grunting at your weight as he proceeded to carry you into the bathroom attaches to his room, hesitantly setting you down on your feet in front of the mirror overlying the his and hers sinks in the bathroom, chuckling quietly at the way your legs shook, earning him a glare from you.

God you were beautiful.

And Sukuna was gonna marry you. He was sure of it.

“Thanks I guess.” you grumbled, wrapping your arms around yourself, avoiding his gaze now that both of you had regathered yourselves.

“Come back to bed when you’re done.”

You couldn’t tell if he was begging or telling, his voice just soft enough to make butterflies flutter through your chest.

“I don’t-”

His hand cupped the back of your neck, bringing your lips to his, locking with just as much passion as he’d had only moments ago, only making the butterflies worse.

He drew away, “please…” his voice was still soft, and his eyes shone with a vulnerability you couldn’t say you’d ever seen.

None of this changed what he’d done to you, and it never could. You didn’t know how you felt about Sukuna anymore.

He made your life hell for so long…. you didn’t know if you could ever forgive him…..

but it wouldn't kill you to stay the night….. maybe longer…

…who knows?

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aiysan2 · 1 month ago

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gen z has to reckon with its radicalization problem. you are not a morally pure and superior generation of youth come to save the world, your men and boys are radicalized at an unprecedented level and you ignore it because it’s too hard to address but you have to. these boys are in your classes, they date your friends, you know them and you cannot continue to pretend this is an “old white guy” problem

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aiysan2 · 2 months ago

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Kneel.

Synopsis: pt 2 of this fic ^-^

Pairing: Priest!Nanami x Fem!Reader Content: pwp, not as much church stuff as the last one, lots of flirting, breaking church vows, nanami trying to justify his actions as permissible, lots of pleading to his god, hand stuff, rough (?) sex, cream pie, multiple orgasms

Taglist: @eliuriastwo @ingojo

MDNI

It plagued him. The severe tension ran thick every single Sunday after mass. Where you would sit in his office chair- this look of smugness on your expression with the corner of your lip curled as though you were aware of the torment you were inflicting onto him.

Insinuating conversations of the carnal sins you would confess to—barely even sins— just thoughts that plagued your mind unwillingly.

Middle of the third time he saw you- the way your eyes dared to sparkle as you confessed the so called disgusting thoughts to him. His mind started putting the pieces together.

“Cold showers aren’t working anymore, Father. I had to. I had to rid myself of the hellfire that burned in me.” Your lips bordered on smiling as you watched the Father lower his gaze.

He didn’t know when, but his index and thumb had started toying with the little fly of his zipper, flipping it up and down—something to keep his hands busy as you spoke.

“I know that must be a sin, isnt it father?” you placed your hands between your knees, leaning over in the slightest and exposing even more of the crevice of your chest to him. His eyes tried to avoid the tempting ploy.

Little wired glasses on the bridge of Nanami’s nose as his eyes betrayed him- Unwillingly, they flashed down to your breasts, catching himself and looking back up to your face.

You raised your eyebrows in the slightest, as though you had caught on to his urge to look.

Nanami cleared his throat, pulling off the little glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. “The Bible- says it is, yes. Against the sixth commandment-” Looking back to your expression that seemed even more unbothered than before.

“If it is a sin,” you whispered, pinching your eyebrows in question of the Father’s faith. “Then why does it help?”

Nanami cleared his throat for what seemed like the hundredth time in those 30 minutes. “God made us sexual creatures,” he mumbled, trying to make it sound as business-like as he could.

You let out a little giggle- something that sounded like a siren trying to lure him into a trap. “Then god made me too sexual.”

Nanami inhaled- taking a little swipe at his lip with the tip of his dry tongue, parting his lips and averting his gaze. “How…” he inhaled sharply, “How did it feel?” barely legible, but the words deepened your smirk into something crueler.

A sigh of contentment left your lips, “As though I had chipped away at the temptation in the slightest.” you took a deep inhale- the skin of your chest pressing against the edge of your low cut top and daring to spill.

“It felt so good, Father. Freeing almost.” You continued, seeing Nanami’s blush spread through his cheeks down his neck in the slightest.

The thought of how freeing it would feel had he acted as callously as you did in your own desires made the Father realize he needed a freezing shower by the time he went home. He couldn’t give in as quickly as you did.

His hand halted the little flipping movement on his zipper. Gulping in the slightest and leaning back into his chair- “And your prayers… didn’t help?” trying to change the daring topic he had brought on.

“If I could be honest, father?” you sat up, pushing your shoulders back and lightly tilting your neck. Collarbones exposed to his nervous eyes with that same self-satisfied smile on your painted lips.

“Please, be honest.”

“I think my prayers have caused the opposite effect.”

Nanami nodded softly, thinking up something else to offer you besides the strained words he practically forced himself to say.

“Maybe a place in the community?” he asks, thinking that if you and he try to debrief these issues, you’ll get nowhere but a very frustrated priest who just wants to ‘help’.

He inhaled sharply, opening a little drawer in his desk and reaching for a flier, “Next Sunday, we’re having an Easter event for the children- you could find your place in our community.”

Placing the little flier onto the wood in front of you, your eyes scanning the colorful sheet with a half cocked smile. “Help serve the food, or just stay for a while. You’re welcome to it.”

And the following Sunday, you showed up bright and early, sitting through Easter Sunday mass. Noticing that, compared to other times, the Father wore a black short-sleeved dress shirt this time.

He excused it because he knew it would be hot that day and was getting ahead of an issue before it arose.

“Excuse me for being so indecent today,” he joked in front of the congregation before continuing his sermon.

But the little flexes of Nanami’s bicep strained against the tight sleeve of the shirt when he grasped the side of the podium. Or how, with every inhale, his plentiful chest would press against the buttons of the black shirt in strain.

It made that Sunday even more special. His arms were exposed, and how that shirt was at least a size too small for the man. Tempting. It made you wonder if it was you trying to lure in the tortured man or the other way around.

And when the service ended- a few stolen glances and raised brows at the stumbling of his words before all the church people gathered at the back of the building. A patch of grass and a few tables covered in colorful plastic tablecloths.

You did as he asked, served the children and the churchgoers food and waited for them to start their hunt for plastic eggs. And your effort didn’t go unnoticed; the Father would look over every now and then to see you happily serving the people of the church. Glad to see you enjoying yourself.

As though his attempt to help you was finally working- maybe all you needed was community and congregation to rid yourself of the shameless confessions you’ve made in his office.

But you- now standing on one end of the grass patch, derived from any sort of community the Father thought you were participating in.

Though it didn’t bother you, making friends with bitter church women was neither your task nor the conquest you sought.

But when your eyes caught the Father excusing himself from a few people of his parish- dashing into the church’s back entrance- you chose to follow.

Placing the little cup of lemonade onto the table before walking past the doors the Father had dashed past. Following him to the little cracked door of his office, hearing the light shuffling of papers.

You knocked twice- pushing the door open to see the Father jump at the sudden noise and the sight of you at his doorstep.

“You haven’t said a word to me, Father.” you thrummed, stepping into his office and closing the door behind you. Be it the general conquest or how delectable he looked in that tight short sleeve, you wanted to push even further this time.

He let out a little sigh with a smile, “You’ll have to excuse me- today has been very laboring.” his brows furrowed with stern eyes looking for the pages he swore he left at the very top of a stack of paper.

“Anything I could do to help?” taking on a sweet tone as you stepped closer to him.

Nanami let out a little laugh, almost in disbelief. “You’ve done more than enough to help today,” he said, his shoulders stiff from your presence standing at his side.

“I couldn’t ask for more,” he whispered, feeling your eyes pierce through him as he moved the stack of papers- the cotton around his bicep suffering from the flex of his arms.

Looking down at his hands. Spreading the papers, tantalizing thick fingers with a prominent vein standing proud at the top of his hand. Swallowing lightly at the image in your mind.

“I want to help, Father. Tell me how I can assist you.” reaching down to the top of his hand and placing yours atop his- halting its movements and causing Nanami to look over at you as though you were deranged.

Nanami parted his lips- derailing his train of thought entirely from the seemingly innocent touch. “What are you looking for?” you murmured, lightly caressing your thumb against his skin.

The first thing that popped into his mind was nowhere near priestly or godly. But he gathered his thoughts and mustered the words.

“The choir-” he inhaled a choked breath, “They need the lyrics for the service on Wednesday,” he whispered, looking at your low eyes with your hand still atop his.

“Your parish made you leave an event to look for song lyrics?” you teased- as though that was some lame excuse he made up on the spot.

Nanami let out a little laugh, pulling his hand from beneath yours and going back to looking for the pages again. “I know,” he mumbled, but you weren’t quite done urging you to be there to help.

You placed your hand over his again, looking at him with all the earnesty you could muster. “You are such a good priest, father.” picking up his hand from the desk and holding it in both of yours. “If you need help-” and there went the corner of your lip curling with sadistic intent.

“You can ask for it.” you assured, caressing his hand lightly as his lips parted with an inhale, “You can ask me for it.”

His heart was pounding in his chest—the words themselves weren’t filthy. Were they spoken by anyone else, it would’ve been heard as a simple offer.

But the honey soaked in the way you said it- the sparkle in your eye and the tenderness in which you held his hand. Nanami knew you were not offering an innocent way of assisting him.

Nanami felt it in his gut. It made his mind fuzzy- made him unable to think coherently.

It made him forget the white collar around his neck, the years he had spent as a priest and at the center of a church, and his vows—and for the first time in a very long time, his mind wasn’t judging the thoughts that raced inside of it.

You took a step closer to him—just one step and your chest was mere inches from his. His eyes flashed from your half-lidded ones down to your plush lips. You could feel the little tremble in his palm between your hands.

“I-” he started with an exhale, being able to breathe in the sickeningly sweet aroma of your skin. How it whirred in his mind should’ve been a sin in itself.

You tightened your grip on his hand, whispering a sweet, “Do you need help, Father?” watching his adam’s apple bob past the white collar around his neck and blinks become hazy.

The hand atop trailed up his forearm with a ghostly touch, feeling the light goosebumps rise beneath your fingertips.

It wasn’t till he saw your gaze turn dark- that’s when it clicked in the Father’s mind. That’s when the pieces came together.

You weren’t some lamb in desperate need of guidance; you weren’t innocent of the invading thoughts that the devil tried to tempt you with.

‘You were put before me as a test.’ was the one clear thought that broke through the mist in his mind as he looked at you.

And what he feared most—Nanami knew that if you had continued offering your assistance, he would have failed this test put before him by his cruel god.

Only the sound of a harsh knock startled him from the invading thoughts of what he could do to you in that room—or what you would have done to him had nobody interrupted.

A parish member cracked the door open- “Father, have you found the-” halting their entry as they looked at the sight before them. Furrowing their eyebrows before Nanami cleared his throat- pulling his hand from yours again.

“I’m afraid I’ve lost them entirely- I’ll reprint them tomorrow morning.” his tone stern and clear as the parish member nodded- unsure of Nanami’s words as you stood there.

You flashed a small smile at the parish member- “Father, the deaconess is looking for you.” they continued.

Only you crossed your arms beneath your breasts and rested back onto the edge of the Father’s desk- too smug for what they had just witnessed.

“Thank you, I’ll be out in a minute.”

Hesitatingly, the parish member closed the door and left. Leaving you and the Father in a devastatingly thick with tension room. You placed a hand onto his upper bicep- the same bicep that had been tempting you for the entire service.

“I’m available anytime you need me, Father,” you whispered before you left the troubled man alone in the room. Your touch lingering on his bare skin as he placed his hands flat onto the surface of the desk.

The very same desk he was picturing you bent over in his mind a mere few seconds ago.

His hands were clammy against the surface, an ache rowling in his tummy as he closed his eyes and tried shaking away the thoughts of your breasts daring to spill from the low cut neckline of your dress.

Or how tight the fabric looked pressed against your hips when you walked away from him.

In the end Nanami was still a man with eyes- not even a priest could control their wandering gaze.

He wanted to tell you- he needed to say to you that he couldn’t help you anymore. That little arrangement after Sunday mass, where you would lure him in with descriptions of the proclivities taking place late at night, couldn’t happen anymore.

Nanami was sure that the next time he saw you, he would tell you to get out of his church and find someone better suited to your troubles.

Yet he sat there again, twiddling his thumbs to avoid the urge to reach for his zipper.

A week of cold showers were, as you said- they didn’t fucking help. On mornings when Nanami would wake up with urge bursting from his boxers or by just remembering the sweet tinge the air had once you left- the appendage between his legs would twitch in betrayal.

The realization that you were a test made him even more intrigued, as though it pushed him further into your clutches. He was desperate to know if he would succeed in this test his god put before him.

And sitting in that chair, hearing you speak of the filth that raged in your mind without shame.

A feigned chime of disappointment in yourself when you fell back into the temptation again, but this time, Nanami saw it was false. That the slight curl your lips had wasn’t a defense mechanism; you found humor in the trouble inflicted on him.

As though you could smell the fear in his very soul from the chance of succeeding in enticing him.

And yet, Nanami still sat there listening. A masochistic churn in his brain had him listen to every temptation.

“You’ve never felt this way, Father?” you whirred, the amused look in your eyes masked by the fanning of your lashes. “As though you started something you couldn’t stop doing?”

Yes, he did know the feeling. He knew once he met you he wouldn’t have been able to stop seeing you- speaking to you. Even if you were trying to bewitch him, he knew in his mind he wouldn’t be able to stop saying yes to your requests for these sessions.

“Has it helped?” He murmured, straightening his back and interlocking his hands.

You let out a little giggle, “If anything- it hasn’t. But I can't stop.” taking a little nibble at your bottom lip, “It makes me crave more.” That was the sentence that made Nanami look at you more dangerously than before-

Now, Nanami knew you needed more, and you didn’t care to stop the urges.

Keeping a low tone, “I yearn for more.” you spoke- clearly so he could hear. Nanami gulped, tingles rushing into his cheeks making his brain nervous. “For the warmth of another person.”

Nanami had to bite his tongue- pretend he heard your thoughts as a church priest and not as a man.

“I’m sure you’ve never felt this way Father. You’re an extraordinary priest- It must be jarring to hear my inner monologue.” You spoke softly, so sure he would agree.

Nanami inhaled, “Not at all. Life as a priest is very lonely.” he smiled, his mouth dry at the words that dared rumble in his mind. “I’ve found myself craving the warmth of another person before. It’s normal.”

Except it fucking wasnt- not for a man with as much ressolve as he did. Not once in those ten years of being in the priesthood did he find himself craving warmth to surround and twitch around him as badly as he did now. Especially now.

And when the time came to walk you out of his office, you stood at his desk.

He took the place next to you in the very spot he pictured you bent over in before. Standing the very same way you were the last Sunday you were in his office.

Only this time- there was no chatter outside his window from the event. In that church it was only you and him.

And as though you knew, you looked into his eyes, testing the space between you, leaning in mere millimeters at a time.

And the Father, tormented by the choice of stepping back or falling into the temptation you had to offer. Your lips parted as you gazed into Nanami’s eyes, his jittery and nervous pupils trying to figure out if you were getting closer or if he was just crazed enough to picture it.

“Can you help me, Father?” you whispered, raising your hand to his bicep and touching it lightly.

His lips were agape- inhaling as much air into his dry mouth as he thought of the words to say. The only ones he could process; “How?”

Your nose no more than an inch from his- you inhaled, a fire burning in your tummy and pooling between your legs at his dissolve. “Touch me.” was all you could whisper before he closed his eyes and pressed his lips to yours.

Warmth. The warmth of a human he had craved for days now pressed against his lips made his shoulders shiver. Raising his hands from his side and placing one as lightly at the side of your neck. The other lacing behind your back and pressing against the little curve above your bottom.

His lips took a gentle approach- slotting them with care against yours as his hands urged you to rest on the edge of his desk.

Burning in his loins was an ache- an ache that grew with the haste he made in slipping his tongue past his lips and against yours. Leaving behind any last reservation he had to stop this before it went too far.

Whispers of groans took form of small whimpers as your hands dragged down his torso and guided his hips to rest between your thighs. Never did he appreciate how good this felt before- the feeling of tongues slathering against each other and being able to taste you on his tongue.

Never in his days before becoming a priest did he appreciate the feeling of warm plush skin beneath his hands, the hand on the small of your back lowering to the clothed swell of your ass and taking a desperate grip.

The one on your neck lowering to your chest- cupping his hand on the side of your rib with his thumb curled at the bottom of your breast.

Nanami knew that he could come undone from just this- no stimulation to the leaking with excitement mess in his black slacks, just his hands full of plentiful skin and his lips busy with feeling the muscle of your tongue swirl against his.

But your hands roamed down to the buckle of his belt, being able to feel his ache press against your thigh. Nanami pulled his lips from yours begrudgingly- “I can’t-” he breathed, slowing your moving hands and hearing his plea.

“I can’t.” he closed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows; only one of your hands reached up to his neck, pulling his head onto your shoulder with your lips at the perfect angle of his ear.

“You are a good priest,” you whispered, placing a light kiss on his cartilage and continuing your other hand in slowly unbuckling his belt. The tips of your fingers softly grazing the short blonde hair of his undercut. His hands went unmoved from your clothed skin as he fought the mental battle.

You placed another soft kiss on his warmed ear, “Tell me how long it’s been since you rid yourself of the poison, Father.” you whispered, undoing the button of his slacks slowly as his breath grazed against your collarbone.

“Far too long.”

You licked your lips at the image of how much seed he’ll spurt- undoing his zipper at an agonizing pace, “Tell me to stop and I will.” you murmured, your breath tickling his ear as your hand rested on his hip. Waiting for his permission.

Nanami swallowed harshly; his hands had a bruising hold on your skin as you offered what he yearned for on a silver platter.

“Please,” he whispered, not knowing what he was pleading for.

A little exhale with a giggle grazed Nanami’s ear, “I need to hear you say it.” you whispered, the hand on your button roaming down the side of your thigh and grazing the hem of the skirt you wore.

“Please touch me.” he whispered- your hand trailed to the band of his briefs, his breathing hitching against your skin with a mean grip formed on your thigh.

The gasp that left his lips bordered on a whimper as your fingers dipped into his briefs, being able to feel how hard he was immediately. Wasting no time in pulling out his strained desire as he held you closer, bracing for what he had asked for.

Taking a light hand as you wrapped your fingers around his shaft- heavy and hot in your palm as he inhaled sharply. “You are a good man, Father,” you whispered, starting slow strokes at his crying cock.

“You deserve to be helped,”

“To be touched.”

His strained cock threatened to release his mess right then and there- the scent of you filling his nose with the slow strokes of your wrist, added with your assuring words; Nanami swore he was about to.

But your hand didn’t let him, cutting your strokes short right before you could roll over his cockhead. Opening your mouth and placing your lips onto his neck, lightly lapping at the skin- his groans deepening in response.

Pulling his forehead from your shoulder, pressing his lips onto yours again in urge- Nanami wanted to do as you had asked. He wanted to touch you. But his hands couldn’t focus on anything other than groping at whatever body part he could find.

His lips moving in unpatterned movements against yours- speeding up the pace of your hand and feeling his groans rumble onto your lips. Your eyes half-lidded and watching the little sheen of sweat form at his blonded hairline.

Amused at how worked up he was from a few strokes- but your hand isn’t moving fast enough for him. Nanami started bucking his hips into your hand with urge. His balls clenched as he felt the estranged feeling of an orgasm build.

His nose huffed out strained breaths as his kisses became sloppy, tightening the grip of your hand and watching his brows pinch together. Pulling his lips from you and letting out a drawn out groan.

Nanami’s hips stuttering as his orgasm rolled over him in hot waves. Oozes of his seed coating your fingers with every thrust he made. And it was so fucking much- it made you regret not hiking your skirt up and taking it inside wether than on your hand.

His breathing was coarse as your wrist assisted in riding him down, kissing softly at your exposed collarbone as his still-hard cock pulsed in your hand. Making you wonder just how backed up he really was.

As though his hand heard your thoughts, they reached down to the hem of your skirt and started hiking it up. You looked into his eyes—dark and full of want, with a goal shimmering in them.

Smiling softly, “Father-” you teased, feeling his strong hands grip your bare thighs before roaming back to the little zipper of your top and undoing it slowly, wasting no time in unclasping the band of your bra along with it.

Pulling back and looking at you- bare and as he had pictured you.

Nanami didn’t have a thought in his mind- completely mush and with only one goal in mind. Guiding you to lay back on the desk, his hands roaming down to your thighs- being able to see the growing dark spot of your lace panties.

Your skirt bunched up at your hips as he reached a hand up to his collar. Pulling it off and closing his eyes with a small exhale. Undoing the top button of his black dress shirt and feeling his cock pulse.

His lips moved in a soft whisper- almost in a prayer. But his hands trailing to the damp center of your lacy panties told you that prayer isn’t working.

Nanami didn’t pray for the strength to stop- he didn’t want to. He started the prayer of forgiveness knowing that he didn’t want to stop. Some kind of assurance that the sooner he started begging for forgiveness, he would be pardoned.

A soft gasp left your lips as he traced his middle and index finger up your damp cunt. Looking at the enticing sight with his mouth watering, lightly circling the tips of his fingers onto your perched clit as you hummed.

His other hand going to his cock- pained and daring to run red from the neglect. You bit your lip softly at the sight, his hair disheveled and an unashamed blush on his cheeks.

Stopping his prayer and looking at the painting hung on the wall in front of him- a saint looking at him in disgust. He waited a second- as though he was waiting for the voice of his god to come thundering down.

But it didn’t- “Forgive me.” he muttered, placing his fat cock onto your slit. His heavy shaft resting against your clit with a little sigh.

Bucking his hips with soft grunts as your warmth radiated on the underside of his cock. Frotting his cock against you- another way of justifying his sinning. He wasn’t actually fucking you- so it didnt count right?

But every whimper and moan your lips would make, added with the feeling of his heavy cockhead bumping against your clit made it fucking tempting. As fast as the first orgasm build in his tummy- the second one came even quicker.

And he knew he could hold it- no matter how many thrusts his cock brushed against your cunt with vulgar squelches- Nanami was determined to wait.

But the smile on your lips at the lack of resolve curled into a wicked smile: “Put it inside—please, Kento.” The one time you had said his name—what kind of man was Nanami to deny you such a request?

He pulled his cock from your slick with various strings of your arousal as he angled his tip with your entrance.

Nanami’s face was troubled, as though he was still hesitating. “Just the tip,” you whispered, smugly knowing he barely had the resolve to hesitate. He would listen to you.

He gulped with a little grunt, placing his tip at your slick entrance and gasping at the sheer warmth. You hummed lightly when his hips finally pushed in the slightest, pushing past the seal of your cunt with a moan soaked with bliss.

Unable to remember when he felt such pleasure that made him want to say thank you.

And as though your cunt was trying to suck him in- his hips didnt stop, “I’m sorry.” he whispered, sinking himself into you and planting a hand onto the wooden desk, allowing himself to lean over on top of you with a drawn out moan.

You let out a light hiss at the sting of his girth- placing your hands on his back and holding onto him as he stayed still.

His shoulders trembling and his hips urgent in moving. Even if it was you who was making him go mad- Nanami still had the decency to allow you time to adjust.

Your breasts pressed against his chest as you waited for his hips to start moving. But he didnt want to, as though having his cock inside of you was still permissable, but the movement of fucking you wouldn’t be.

“Move-” you hummed, hands braced against the back of his dress shirt with your velvet walls twitching around him- pleading at the Father to give you what you wanted.

Nanami only let out a shaky breath- “I can’t,” similar to a little sob but laced with a grunt. Your lips pressed against his temple, brushing them against his ear with a smile.

“Give me what I want.” Whispered and invaded his ear as his grip on the desk turning his knuckles white. “I want this Kento-” you whined, trying to convince him to move- to fuck you like you knew he could.

“I want you.”

Nanami groaned at the little clench your walls made around him- “I can feel you trembling-” kissing his ear with a little damp spot left in wake. “Just pull out of me- then push back in.” feeling his hips follow your guidance as though you controlled them.

He whimpered in a breath at the sensation, “Doesn’t that feel good?” you hummed, digging your fingers into his back in the slightest.

And it did- it felt like heaven on earth for Nanami. And as though he couldn’t control it- he did it again. As slowly as he could, with his tip brushing your gspot on every drag of his cock. And every slow thrust he made- grinding his pelvis against your clit from how deep he was pushing himself in.

You only whimpered at the slow thrusts- being able to feel the hesitance in the pushes Nanami made.

One side of him kept the appearance of being kind, making sure to make this about you, whereas the other side of him was yelling at him, pleading with him to speed up- faster and faster.

Fuck into you as you had been begging him to from the moment you first walked into his church.

You laced your lips with his again. Had his hands had any more strength, they would have cracked the wood of the desk from how desperately he was gripping.

Barely able to withstand the sluggish strokes he made- as slow as you had instructed him to. But you pulled your lips from his, want and demand in your eyes as he looked at you- completely broken down and yours in that moment.

“Fuck me-” you whimpered, watching the urge to make this about you dissipate behind his eyes.

With one drag of his cock- he jabbed back into you. And again and again- rougher and with intent as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

Nanami didn’t even know what words spilled from his lips- laced with grunts and the crude plapping of his heavy, full balls slapping against your ass. Pleads for nothing in particular- ‘Please, please-’

Apologies muttered into your ear for having his way with you, ‘I’m sorry- m’sorry.’

“I have to- I have to-” muttered between his grunts as a mantra to keep him sane.

His frustrations with the chaos you caused in his mind aided in drilling into you with mean thrusts- your whimpers full of content and moans littered with one more request of him- “More.”

And he gave you as much as he had- Nanami had given himself up to you entirely and was fucking glad to do it. His tortured mind had metamorphosed into pure bliss, with his body buzzing in sheer excitement for his second orgasm.

Grunts with one question- “Can I-” barely legible and laced with the sounds of vile squelching coming from where you linked with him. “Inside,” huffed in the same breath as a groan.

You huffed a happy exhale- glad he wanted to spill himself inside of you.

“F-fill m-” was all you managed before he took on a rougher pace- pounding into you as though he was made for it. His skin burned beneath the black clothing and pressing his lips onto yours again. Barely able to kiss you- pearly teeth clashing against yours at every turn of his head.

The joint groan that left you both when he halted his thrusts- burrowed deep inside of you as your walls clenched around him. Shallow pumps were all he gave before searing, thick seed spilled inside of you.

Shakingly breathing against your lips as he eased down the pinnacle of his second orgasm. Thinking the realization of what he had done would hit him like thunderous fear- but it didn’t.

In the moment of the afterglow bliss, Nanami didn’t care what happened after this. He knew in his marrow that this was worth it—you were worth it.

Even if he had failed the test sent down by his god, Nanami knew he would never have found anything or anyone that gave him half as much serenity.

Not in the years he had spent in the priesthood did he find half as much peace as he did now. Balls deep in the coated walls of your cunt in the office meant for a godly man.

That’s what peace was to Nanami at that moment.

(a.n) this was very hot to write ^-^

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