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[horunicorn]

So, last month I made a poll asking people what Barb they wanted for his birthday, and kinda surprisingly, they voted for a dom!Barb. I say « surprisingly » because, even tho I love both sides, I feel like my content is mostly sub!charas? Anyways, here is a dom and smug Barb, hope you enjoy!

Reblogs are my oxygen 💙

[horunicorn]

The brother’s love you.. and have some things to say to keep you feeling well.

[horunicorn]

*chokes* PLEASE SAVE MY WRETCHED SOUL FROM THE DEPTHS OF HORNY..... or don't ;)

[horunicorn]

Switched

(Where you don't know how to be a dom )

Word count: 2170

Warnings: none I guess?

Tags: female reader x diavolo

A little longer than expected but I hope you enjoy. Thank you :3

You bit your lip, clutching the rope in your shaking hands. This request was on a whole other level, man. The demon prince was asking you to control him.

 "Dia, I don't know," you said quietly, using the name only you could use on him.

 "I'll walk you through it, darling," he assured you, taking your hands, causing the rope to drop. Truth was, he was dying to see you above him, telling him what to do. Being all-powerful was nice. Watching you claim that power as his equal and use it on him? Fuck, it was a major turn on, something that sent his heart racing.

 The huge hunk of a demon laid down, pulling you on top of him. In gentle tones, he told you to restrain him - "use the rope, love, keep me in place" - hence relinquishing his power to you. He was yours to toy with.

 Neither of you were fully naked yet, still donning all your undergarments but a decent amount of skin was showing. Your face felt hot. You felt ridiculous because this was not your forte. To hide it all and to refrain from having to force Diavolo to do all the work, you leaned down to kiss him.

 Deep. Hard. Breath consuming. Until there was nothing but your saliva and the mess you were making from both your mouths

 Diavolo's hands jerked, eager to touch you. When he remembered that you were the one calling the shots, a thrill shot up his spine.

 You pulled away after some time, to catch your breath, your thighs encasing his torso like the perfect frame. What were you supposed to do next? You looked down at him, at his golden eyes that were meeting your gaze almost pleadingly, at his swollen lips that were curved in a small smirk. You couldn't decide what it was that he wanted you to do. He sensed your hesitance.

 "It's not what I want, y/n," he told you. "It's what you want. Whatever your heart wishes, you can take it out on me."

 How to? you wondered.

 He is a big tease sometimes, another small voice reminded you.

 An idea popped into your head.

 You trailed your fingers down his heavily muscled chest, watching closely for his reaction. When your fingers reached his navel, you halted and pressed both hands flat on his abdomen, making sure your nails pressed in enough to leave a temporary impression. His muscles visibly tensed at this.

 Ah.

 You took your time, tracing your fingers over his skin, taking delight in the way he shivered if you got too near his nipples. Diavolo was going mad: you were only touching his torso yet he was already needing you. This time, in the wake of your teasing trailing, you dropped feather kisses, your lips just barely ghosting over his hot skin. Your breath fanned out over whichever surface your lips were at, making Diavolo wish you would give him a proper kiss already.

 Slowly, you hiked up from his stomach to his chest to his neck. It was there that you finally decided to ease his suffering, giving him a well-earned nip to the skin, soothing it over with your tongue after. His gasp spurred you on, your mouth leaving mark after mark on his chest and shoulder area, embellishing him the way his pendant and choker did.

 Only when the empty canvas of his chest and neck were throughly decorated did you sit back, satisfied. You couldn't deny your rising hunger. There was something in the way he was so perfectly obedient for you that made heat pool in your panties. Diavolo's chest rose and fell steadily, his breaths leaving from parted lips.

 You were always the impatient one, always needing more too quickly. And since he said you could, you wanted to take what you needed from him. Yet, seeing him beneath you, quietly anticipating your next move like prey watching its stalker, brought another idea to mind.

 Your panties and bra came off. So did his boxers. Diavolo sighed in relief when his cock sprang free from the confines of the restricting underwear. It was snug already when he was in his normal state; a full-on erection was just painful. Because of that, he became close to missing the expression on your face when you saw him.

 You'd had him again and again yet his size never failed to make you feel apprehensive. Ever. Oh, he never hurt you. He also always made sure that you didn't feel too much pain when he entered. Diavolo just fucking adored how your mien changed whenever he was bare for you.

 The way your eyes went just a little wider, the way your lips would part, the desire written all over your features.

 "So soon?" He meant it as a jest. Deep down, he knew you were still uncertain about switching. It was an avenue you both had yet to explore till now. And if this was all you could manage for now, then he would be happy with it, and proud of your progress. Would probably reward you with a little missionary after.

 What a horny sweetheart.

 Anyhow, you shook your head. You reached down to stroke him, your hand barely able to fully hold him. A few preliminary pumps, aided by some saliva. This was something you were familiar with. Diavolo was not. He was used to having a hand on his own hip or cupping your cheek when you touched him. The restraints he tugged at made his cock twitch in your hand but he kept his lips sealed.

 Please note that he could break free from those bonds but chose to stay that way, for your sake.

 Once the entirety of his thick length had been sufficiently coated in your saliva, you shifted on him, struggling a little to straddle him properly because of his size. Body size. Diavolo was teetering on the brink. He was more than ready to feel the welcoming warmth of your most intimate parts. What you did next came as a pleasant surprise to him.

 From the base of the underside of his cock right up to the engorged tip, you slid. Yes. Slid. His cock was pressed to his stomach, your soaked labia forming the perfect channel for his underside as your dragged your sex along his length.

 "Fuck. Me."

 You whimpered, just a little, at his swear. Two sides of fhe same coin, his cock was, but you could tell the difference. Your clit bumped against every little detail, every bulging vein, providing you with the perfect stimulation to get you going. Initially, all you were doing was moving, like a well-maintained roller in its track. The longer you did it, the faster you went, until your hips were snapping back and forth and you were riding his dick the way you rode his thigh. Diavolo was close to just breaking free. Your breasts were moving so perfectly, in time with your hips. He yearned to cup them in his hands, to hold your hips steady while you pleasured both him and yourself.

 Then he realized that as much as you were pleasuring him, you were also using him. As long as he wasn't impaling you, and he wasn't in charge, it meant that you were teasing him, taking advantage of him for your own use. And God, if that wasn't hot as hell... His cock twitched again.

 "Slow down, little one," he murmured in spite of himself. The was no other choice. You started this, thus you had to finish it and he knew that if you came, you'd never finish. Your light pants subsided, as did your hip movements, immediately obeying him.

 "Can I take you now?" you asked, cheeks flushed. Your muscles were clenching non-stop, readying themselves for the prince's eventual intrusion.

 "If you want to."

 You glanced down at his manhood, glistening with your arousal. On impulse, you positioned your entrance right above him and sat down, too quickly. Sharp hisses pushed past your gritted teeth, the stretch painful yet pleasurable. Diavolo's hands weren't available to support you and you almost fell off. Your eagerness prompted a smile from the devil.

 "Oh, oh, fuck," you breathed out, slowly, slowly lowering yourself until you were finally sitting on him. "Dia..."

 "Does that make you feel good?" he asked, wanting to hear his name leaving those lips of yours.

 "Y - yes, my lord."

 You'd slipped back into your submissive role without even realizing it. That was the final straw for Diavolo. He yanked his hands free, remnants of the rope dangling from his wrists. Switching be damned, you had done so good already. Words were not sufficient to describe how he felt when he pulled you into his embrace, his cheek on your chest, when your arms came around his neck, clinging to him.

 His hands pushed at your hips, gently urging you to move to which you responded by carefully rolling your body, waist down. The sensation of him claiming every inch of you, of his thick girth flush against your pulsing walls, made you sigh. When your body was willing to cooperate, you lifted yourself off of him and sat back down, repeating it until you were used to it and had a rhythm going. Diavolo assisted in lifting you, inching closer to ejaculation with every little sound that escaped your lips.

 You didn't deny that you craved his touch but somehow you remembered that you were supposed to be in charge. With all your might, you broke free from his grasp, shoving him back onto the bed and leaning forward, hands flat on his chest. Honey coloured eyes, their light shade having grown deeper with lust, stared back up at you regaining control. You were close to melting under his gaze but forced yourself to ride him as hard as you could, bouncing on him so vigorously that he had to hold you just to keep you in place.

 Unfortunately, the speed and intensity had invited your orgasm earlier than expected. Combined with the angle at which you had him entering you, it wasn't surprising in the least when water began trickling out from your hole. Your legs trembled, knowing your orgasm was coming right after but you wanted to see this through.

 And if that meant fucking him until he came then so be it.

 Diavolo was in awe of you. He smelled your oncoming orgasm first, tightened his grip on your hips to steady you when you hit your high. You came, shuddering, legs trembling, squeezing his cock like a fucking lemon. He watched, drinking in the sight of you at your most vulnerable. Then, shaky as you were, you began sliding on and off of him again.

 "Y/n," he protested.

 "Hush. I am in control, am I not?" Your voice, stern yet tired, left the demon prince speechless. He allowed you to carry on as you were, eyes fixed first on the way your breasts jumped in sync with your bouncing then, on the way his slick cock filled your needy hole, stretching it to its limits.

 Fuck, you weren't sure if you could help him chase his high.

 He wouldn't be called the future king of Devildom if he couldn't do some simple reading of others' body language. In your case, you were refusing to admit that you were tired. Diavolo thrusted upwards gently, waiting for your reaction. When your body relaxed a little, he went all out, driving his cock into you again and again.

 All the foreplay had led up to this: his cock twitching in you, seed painting your tight walls. Hell, he was deep enough to unload into your womb but he held back a little.

 You collapsed onto him when he let out a low moan, further heightening his orgasm, dick still buried in you.

 "Did you like it?" you asked, afraid that you might have done something not to his liking.

 Diavolo, already ready for the second round, curled an arm around your back, the other hand busy stroking your hair. Ah, his precious human.

 "Very much," he answered. You had, indeed, performed splendidly. The powerlessness he'd felt at one point was intoxicating since it was you who had robbed him of it. His cock started to harden just thinking of it and with how much space he took, you could feel it too.

 "Dia, I can't," you whimpered.

 "Yes, you can." He flipped you both over expertly, pushing his hips into you and lowering a hand to your lower belly where the head of his cock formed a bulge there. "You can and you will. Yes, darling?"

 He'd never intentionally hurt you and he was giving you a choice here. Fact was, he knew you could still go on, still wanted to go on. Saw it in your eyes. In the subtle buck of your hips

 And who were you to deny your prince of his pleasure?

[horunicorn]

General Sentient!OM!Brothers + Dateables headcanons:

Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo and Barbatos.

Tw: none(?) Existential crisis, probably…

Beelzebub is confused.

And hungry.

And those series of letters and numbers sure look tempting…

MUNCH-

The moment his lips touched it, the Devildom suddenly appeared out of thin air, filling the previous void with color.

This is great. There’s a restaurant just down this road that has the best Devildom cuisine.

It’s quiet when he stepped in through the front doors.

Unusual, it’s only late afternoon, after all. Usually, the restaurant would be filled to the brim with demons having lunch…

The kitchen’s empty of any chefs as well, which means there’s no one to cook food…

He decided eating the ingredients is better than nothing.

Stepping outside, he noticed the lack of demons everywhere, none was walking on the pathways, none in the stores nor is there any flying in the skies.

The alleyways were free of any fights and everything was so… Static.

Beelzebub went back to the House of Lamentation, intending to ask Lucifer on why Devildom is so empty.

It was eerily silent.

The sounds of Mammon being chased or Leviathan’s occasional scream of rage didn’t greet him either.

And Belphegor’s not in any of his usual sleeping spots.

He frantically rechecked everywhere once more.

Then another.

He really is the only living creature there.

Is it still a home when he’s all alone?

His head turned back towards where he came from, seeing the vast void filled with computer language that only the knowledgeable can comprehend.

Maybe that’s where the answer lays.

His feet was thudding the ground now, eyes rapidly searching from row to row, trying but failing to understand anything that is displayed before his eyes.

Where are his brothers?

“I haven’t checked OM yet today… I should do that.”

The familiar voice snapped his head towards a giant screen.

Mc.

Finally, someone who might have the answer to his brothers’ disappearance.

“Good morning, Beelzebub, love.”

His cheeks tinted pink, Mc never called him love before.

“Mc. Have you seen Belphegor and the others? No one’s in the House of Lamentation,” Beel said.

“Well, no. Considering I myself have never went to the HoL… Why am I answering a fictional character?”

His face scrunched up.

“You never went to our house before? Mc, you’re our exchange student for 8 months now.”

Mc blinked.

“Beel, are… are you alive?”

“Yes…” Beel cautioned. “Should I not be?”

After a lengthy discussion, Beelzebub finding out how he’s only a preprogrammed fictional character before this, he binge-ate food from akuzon while silent tears formed in his eyes.

He’ll never get over this new-found fact.

Beelzebub is a very responsible phone friend.

He’d constantly remind Mc to take care of themselves and eat, whether by sending notifications from his app during the designated hours or ordering food from their favorite restaurant.

The latter usually forces Mc to stop whatever they’re doing to retrieve food from the door, so if he’s certain Mc hasn’t ate yet, he prefers doing that.

Money? He’s not sure how he paid for the food either, honestly… He merely messes with the codes, replacing certain numbers and letters and somehow, a food order was sent.

Beel would definitely try to help Mc get the cards they want and teach himself how to code.

Though, the first time he tried it, he somehow gave Mc a card that wasn’t even in the nightmare.

Thankfully, Mc liked the cards.

During times Mc doesn’t use the device, he’d keep fit, pushing himself to the limits and exhausting himself.

He also found out about the Obey me anime…

He’s always eagerly waiting for a new episode, wishing the series will never end.

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Feb 2021 Issue B'sLOG Obey Me translation Demon Brothers' Opinion Survey

Feb 2021 Issue B'sLOG Obey Me translation Demon Brothers’ Opinion Survey (On Sale Dec 2020)

INTRODUCTION

Heartwarming brothers?

Or brothers full of tension?

Uncover the sibling rivalry!

In this challenge, we’ve asked the demon brothers to vote for the siblings they thought were the best fit for the seven questions. In addition to commenting on the results, we have also published an exclusive section on who voted for each individual. We find out what each of them thinks of the other brothers ☆

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Workload

Warnings: none I suppose

Word count: 1426

Tags: female reader x lucifer

This is short, too. Thank you for reading :3

"You're terrible," Mammon said, dropping a huge stack of papers onto Lucifer's desk. The avatar of pride raised his dark eyebrows at his younger brother, his hands loosely clasped in your lap. You were trying your best not to squirm, because every little movement sent pleasure shooting through your body.

"Done already?"

The white haired demon scoffed, a disdainful "tch". "Like I said, you're terrible. It was just a little prank. Why do I gotta be the one who gets the punishment?"

"I'll string you up with Satan at the entrance then." Lucifer's voice was a low rumble close to your ear, your back snug against his chest. You shivered imperceptibly, almost ashamed at what his voice could do to you.

Mammon blanched, deciding that his punishment of 1000 pages of the phrase "it was my fault" was better than hanging from the waist at the entrance of the house. "You know what? I accept this. I'll be goin' now."

"Good. You've interrupted my work."

"Psh, yeah, work."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, sir, Lucifer! Sir! See you, Y/n." Mammon hurried out but not before casting you a sly smile.

"You just love showing off, don't you?" you asked once Mammon closed the door behind him. Lucifer shifted in his seat, simultaneously moving in you. You exhaled, long and slow.

"They need constant reminding you're mine," he shrugged nonchalantly, as if you weren't warming his cock like the good girl you were. "Plus, I love seeing you like this." Lucifer leaned back, pulling you with him. His right hand slinked down to where your clit was begging to be stroked, left gripping your hip to keep you from moving. "Helpless." He gave your clit an experimental flick with his finger, provoking you to buck your hips. "Completely at my mercy."

As sadistic as his words were, and as much as they inflated his pride, you knew he loved seeing you this way. He loved the pleasure that came from treating you like his plaything. And you loved how filthy you felt when he said them.

All you had wanted to do was ease the burden of paperwork for him. He'd been busy the entire week and you felt guilty because besides classes, you had been running around creating havoc with the other brothers. So when you walked in this evening with the intent of making it up to Lucifer with a hot drink and snacks, his advances came as a mild surprise.

You'd been parked on his lap with the hardened length of his cock buried balls-deep in you for some time now. The longer he prevented you from moving, the wetter you got.

"Lucifer, please. Move," you pleaded. It wasn't uncomfortable in the least, having him bottom you out that way. But it was frustrating. Here was his cock snug in your eager pussy and you couldn't even breathe without his permission. Your body didn't belong to you anymore.

"Why should I?" Secretly, Lucifer was delighted that you were thinking of him. When you'd brought in snacks for him with that smile of yours, his hands itched to feed you. Then he remembered just how much trouble you'd been, an accomplice to his brothers' shenanigans, and suddenly all he wanted to do was punish you.

You broke free from his hold, leaning forward to grip the edges of his desk with weak hands. Part of you yearned to screw rules and just move yet you knew better. If you were obedient, Lucifer always gave you a reward.

Sensing your conflict, Lucifer curved his torso to fit with yours, pulling the shoulder of your blouse down to kiss your upper arm. The fact that you were giving up your desires to satisfy him fuelled his ego. His tongue lapped at your skin, leaving the odd mark here and there, hands squeezing your hips in what you felt was assurance. His attentiveness to your skin succeeded in diverting your attention from his mostly unmoving form. You managed to relax against him, allowing each nip and suckle to soothe you, until you were liquid.

"Do you still want me to move?" Lucifer teased, his hair tickling you. You sighed, content that you had all his attention. For this, you could wait, as long as he was centered in on you.

"Only if you wish to."

Ah. There it was. That submissiveness that made him absolutely addicted to you. That trait of yours that made his pride glow.

 

"Bend your legs, then, my sweet," he cooed, rolling his chair back to grant you more space. Your mind was clouded so his words barely registered. Lucifer had to guide you, his hands lifting you, adjusting your position on his lap. It was during the shifting that you somewhat came back to reality, excited now that he was finally moving things along. With his hands guiding you, holding your skirt up and your own on his desk for support, you began to ride him, reverse cowgirl.

The milliseconds where he left you and re-entered, forcing your muscles to make way for his girth were the ones that made you greedy for more. He just filled you up so perfectly that it was taking your breath away. Meanwhile, behind you, Lucifer was breathing through parted lips, watching in awe each time your ass came down on his thighs, the fatty flesh there rippling.

"Are you tired?" he asked.

You nodded.

"Lean back on me." Lucifer's arms encircled you, hugging your body to his. You sat back down, hips rolling. He cupped your heaving breasts, gently urging you to bounce. You did him one better, folding your body into a new position. Once you started, you didn't want to stop.

Your hands were pressing down on his toned stomach, feet on his near his bent knees, hips moving up up down. This way, the head of his cock brushed your g-spot with every entry, the length of his shift dragging along the ribbed surface like a fucking tease. Lucifer smelled your rising pleasure. He clung to your hips and thrusted upwards.

It was him who was moving now, not you.

His hips were snapping up in a quick rhythm, making sure your g-spot was stimulated every time. You whimpered that a strange feeling was bubbling deep in your belly, something that felt close to an orgasm yet was not.

Lucifer picked up his speed effortlessly, only letting his cock slip out once your body went rigid, water trickling out from your pussy. He rubbed you, making you moan and try to move away from his hand.

"Did that feel good?"

You realized that you had squirted. For the first time. Lucifer was about to burst, knowing that he was the one who helped you discover this new... feature.

"Mm, yes."

"Good. Next time you're doing it on my face." Without waiting to see if you were ready, he slid back into you and started to use you, fucking you senseless. Your pussy muscles were still spasming periodically but since you had yet to orgasm, you weren't yet that sensitive.

Now, more than ever, you were ready.

The demon's name left your lips in short pants while he destroyed you, fucking you deep and hard. When you eventually did come, his self-control broke. You were squeezing him so evenly on all sides that it triggered him.

As your orgasm crashed into you, you went limp on him, body trembling from the intensity. It was a relief from all that build up earlier on and you were sure you couldn't muster the energy to move after he was done. But when you felt his seed spill from him to fill you up, when your mind registered that you were marked as his, incredibly, you felt warm all over, like you could keep doing this and never tire.

Lucifer was thinking along the same line. Fuck paperwork. You brought him to heights he had never been to before and he was going to take everything you had to offer. He wanted to fuck you, to fill you until he was dry.

And everyone knew demons had endless stamina. And come.

Probably.

Either way, he knew he had been away from you for far too long.

"You came to ease my work, didn't you?" he rasped once you were back on his lap, cock never having left the confines of your pussy. Your senses fired again.

"Yes," you whispered.

"There's still a long way to go until I am relaxed, y/n."

You smirked. "I've got all night, Lucifer."

[horunicorn]

Kitchen Duty

Word count: 1450

Warnings: none

Tags: female reader x beelzebub

I made it short this time. Thank you for reading. :3

Your legs were anchored over the broad, muscular shoulders of the famished sixth born. Tufts of orange hair peeked between your fingers, his nose rubbing deliciously against your swollen clit. Whenever Beel worked out, he made sure to target specific groups, which was why his body resembled an absolute god. Or demon. Whichever. Right now, his tongue was the one working out and you were being a terrific spotter.

The slick muscle was pointed and tense, wriggling inside your hole like it was trying to loosen the muscles there. You felt absolutely drenched between the legs and you weren't sure if it was because of your arousal or his saliva.

More than once, you had been tugging at his messy hair when he did something you liked, be it the vacuum-like suction he had around your clit earlier, the scrape of his teeth against the tender skin of your vulva or the flat surface of his tongue rasping you. Hell, as long as he was devouring you, you'd keep tugging at his hair, and he liked it.

Beelzebub's tongue popped back into his mouth. He raised his eyes to you, the violet and pink there a deeper hue than usual. You met his gaze with one of your own. He thought your half-lidded eyes made you look extremely fuckable yet when they widened in surprise at the intrusion of his long fingers into your sex, he smirked. Unusual of him to do so. However, seeing the pleasure spelled all over your features and knowing that it was him that made you this way provided him with a sense of pride.

Come on. The guy was a fallen angel. He'd be prone to these sorts of feelings if given good reason.

Your hand grasped at his wrist. You came easily if he used his fingers.

"Beel, not yet," you murmured, wanting to orgasm with him in you.

"Trust me," he responded, pressing a hot kiss to your inner thigh. You leaned back on your elbows, chest rising and falling with each shallow breath you took. Beelzebub curled his fingers up in you, began to rock his hand, leaned down to take your clit back in his mouth. He had you moaning his name in no time, hands frantically grabbing at him, hips lifting off the counter.

Satisfied that you had a chance to come, he waited patiently for you to crumple back to normal, running big hands over your exposed skin to help soothe you. Watching you fall apart and knowing it was him that made you so vulnerable brought up a surge of desire in him.

God, he wanted to fuck you so badly. His cock was begging to be free from his boxers.

"Someone could walk in on us," you said, knowing what was coming next. It was pointless to say so when Beel used every opportunity he could to fuck you in places that weren't your rooms. This time, it was in the kitchen. You were the one on kitchen duty.

Yet you did anyway, just to see his reaction.

"They could," he agreed seriously. "Does that scare you?"

You stretched for a chunk of orange not far from you both, the fruit intended to be used in a sauce for tonight's dinner. Beel watched with hungry eyes as you popped the juicy citrus into your mouth and beckoned for him to come kiss you.

"No, it thrills me," you admitted, right before meeting his lips. He got most of the orange, greedy for more, and for you. His tongue swirled around yours, lips devilishly plump and wet. You began to ache for him.

He smelled you. He knew.

"Mm!" Your cry of surprised pain was muffled, Beel swallowing it, stubbornly keeping his mouth on yours, even as he slid into you having sufficiently coated himself in your arousal. Being the second youngest, one might think that he was smaller than his brothers. But this man was a giant, and that didn't just apply to his physique. His girth was testing the limits of your pussy, pushing in deeper by the second. Once his pelvis met yours, he kept still, allowing you time to adjust. You clutched at his shirt, desperately willing your muscles to get accustomed to his size so that he could move.

You gave him the green to move after a bit and he did so gratefully, rolling his hips fluidly. His hands pushed your skirt further up your body before sliding back down to your hips, using that as his leverage.

This was preliminary, you thought, whimpering. And indeed it was. Beelzebub's appetite wouldn't be satisfied with a quick fuck in the kitchen.

Wet, sucking noises accompanied the breathy moans that came from both of you. Beel was sliding out easily, his cock shining with your

bodily fluids. When he pushed back in, you readily accepted him, opening up for him like a flower. Eventually, he picked up his pace, needing to see his seed spill out of you.

He took your left leg, lifting it up so your calf was on his shoulder, and pounded into you. He didn't bother checking his pace; you loved how rough he was being, how desperate he was to hit his high. There was limited stimulation to your clit but his cock was filling you up so good that you came a second time. In this position, you couldn't really hold him, or anything else for that matter. His shirt fell victim to your rapture, the front almost ripping as you pulled, moaning his name like a fucking chant. Beel, triggered by the spasming of your muscles, let go soon after, hugging your thigh to himself and groaning.

Regular humans would have needed a few minutes to get going again. He wasn't human. You felt his seed fill you, your mind hazy with pleasure and the knowledge that he was marking you as his. Firmly, Beelzebub pulled you off the table, turning you around so you stood pressed against the counter with your back to him. He'd pulled out, and when he lifted your leg, his come came leaking out of your ruined hole, dripping onto your thigh and the floor. The sight alone was enough incentive for him to push back into you, this time taking you from behind. You were shaky from the first two orgasms but you didn't reject him. No, because your appetite for him was far from being sated.

Dating him had turned you into a glutton too.

In this position, he couldn't much see himself penetrating your sweet, slick hole but he did have unlimited access to your ass. His eyes were fixed on the way it rippled each time he slammed into you.

If that didn't make him want to come again...

Two orgasms was the minimum for him, and for you. Any less and he'd be grumpy.

At this point, neither of you cared about the noise. Skin slapped against skin, your pussy producing ample lube for several hours of fun. Beel's hips snapped at an incredible speed, to the point where you couldn't stop the little screams that went past your lips.

Then came your third orgasm, heightened by the steady rubbing of his finger against your clit.

"Oh, good girl," he praised you, voice raspy. You collapsed against the counter top, body shaking and jerking, breathing erratic. Beel kept on moving, running after his own high. His hips moved lazily as another load of his seed spurted into you. He leaned over you, lips pressed to the skin of your back, drooling a little over you. You were a mess.

"Beel." You went limp, your body finally succumbing to the exhaustion of a whole day's work and his use. "I dont think I can make dinner for everyone." Dessert, maybe. Not dinner and not on your own.

"I'll help you," he offered, smiling that sweet smile of his. "Let me get you cleaned up first." You returned the smile, moving to turn around but almost falling. Beel caught you, having already pulled his pants up. "Whoa, y/n."

"A bit sore there," you chuckled, only just realizing the ache at the apex of your legs. The sixth born hurried to find some tissues, getting them wet and wiping you down before assisting you in straightening your clothes out. His hands were gentle, actions attentive. The way he tended to you after sex often bade you to wonder if the soreness in your core and bruises on your body were from this same person.

"Sit here, then," he suggested. "Tell me what you want me to do."

Bless his precious, precious soul.

"You have to fry the chicken first..."

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Simp for this man but also hard-core shipping him and AE3803. Ugh.

Thoughts?

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Obey Me 18+ Headcanons: “You’re My Favorite”

Y’all have been warned! 

Scenario: Things they would say after you’ve told them “You’re My Favorite” in a spicy situation.

Keep reading

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Anniversary Gift: Bokutō Charm

Warnings: rough kink, flogging, candle play

Word count: close to 3k I guess?

Note: this is the unedited, no proof-read version. again, apologies I'm long winded and thanks for reading. <3

You weren't aware of what you had signed up for when you agreed to date the White Yaksha. On surface level, yeah, you were clear with what you were getting: nose picking, dead fish-eyed, lazy sugar addict would describe him perfectly. But you had yet to find about about his kinks

One night, after your anniversary dinner and after dropping food back for Kagura, Gintoki was walking you back to your place. His cheeks were reddish, both from the cold and from the sake after dinner. You were struggling not to bust the knots in your outfit from all the food you over ate.

"You didn't have to buy food for the little brat," he said conversationally. "I was going shopping tomorrow anyway."

"I wouldn't have to if you fed her," you retorted. "Both of them."

"I'm the one who should be fed," he protested. "She inhales rice, Y/n-chan. What am I supposed to eat?"

"You're the adult. You figure it out."

The both of you reached your rented space above a restaurant and you invited your boyfriend inside. Gintoki pulled off his boots, as familiar with your place as he was with his. Tonight, he sat quietly with his legs under your kotatsu. Showing affection or appreciation wasn't his forte. He did feel strongly, deep, deep inside. It was just hard for him to bring those feelings up and admit them, what with him being a tsundere. Which made him extremely nervous tonight. He had two gifts for you, hidden in the folds of his yukata. Even if he did mark you all the time with either his hands, his teeth or his cock, he wanted something more permanent of his to be on you.

"I'm confident you forgot our anniversary," you teased, noting how toned down he was. You shuffled back into the living area after changing into pajamas and brewing a pot of hot tea.

"I didnt," he insisted, cheeks going redder than before. "There's nothing wrong with me."

You caught him red handed. "Aha! I never said there was anything wrong with you. Come on, give it up. What did you do, or didn't do?" With your legs folded beneath you, you settled down next to him, poking his arm, unaware that he was struggling with his emotions and how to express them to you. Fucking was easy; grabbing you and pulling you close to him in public was also second nature; spilling his heart to you was not.

When Gintoki refused to meet your gaze, it only prompted you to poke more fun at him. "Oi, Sakata. You look like a tomato."

Frustrated, he huffed, finally pulling out the small box, shoving it into your hands. Curious, you lifted the lid, a huge grin spreading over your mouth when you saw what it was.

"A bokutō?" You held the charm up by its silver chain, marvelling at the detail. It was an exact miniature replica of his own one, with the inscription Toyako where the hilt was. He knew how much you loved samurai but couldn't train to be one because you were accident prone.

He knew you loved seeing him wield his bokutō.

"It's nothing," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his head. "Happy anniversary."

You smiled at his sheepishness, holding the necklace out to him. "Put it on for me?"

There was question that you would look fine in nothing but that necklace, to him anyway. The weight of his second gift pressed against his ribcage.

"Alright." You were turned away from him, twirling the charm in your fingers yet you could sense his apprehension. "What next?"

Wordlessly, he passed you the second gift. It was in a simple brown box. You lifted the flaps to find... rope? Cushioned handcuffs, candles, chains and a flogger. Seemingly harmless objects. An odd gift, really. You raised your eyes to meet his smouldering gaze and knew you had submitted to him when you opened the box.

In the early days of your courtship, you had a hunch that he was into stuff like this, being the sadistic man he was. It was evident when you fucked, in the way he teased you, choked you, held you. Rough and animalistic. You never realized that things could come to this. He never even mentioned...

"I don't want to force you to do this," he said. You were already bare, wrists bound by rope and attached to the handles on your cupboard door. Gintoki was delighted when you declined the cuffs and went straight for the rope. Now his visage was a warring mask of want and concern. You always listened to him so perfectly everytime it made him feel as though he was forcing you into it when it really was just your submissive nature.

"Gin-chan." You smiled, eager to begin. "It's fine. I like you taking control of me."

Gintoki sucked in a sharp breath at your admittance. He wasn't expecting this.

"Okay." That was all he needed to hear. He was afraid you'd stray away from him if he forced it on you but since you had given your consent, he didn't see any boundaries. You were his to use.

A blindfold, his obi, was tied around your eyes, the loss of one of your senses heightened the others, particularly touch. Your ears strained to listen to his movements. Anticipation made goosebumps rise on your cold skin. Gintoki ran his palm over your thigh, chuckling.

"Relax, sweetheart. I haven't started yet."

"That's why I can't," you said, trying not to move your legs at his warm touch. He lifted his hand, scanning your exposed body with a lazy smile. Oh, the fun he was going to have. He flicked a lighter on, setting the wick of a few candles aflame, allowing the wax to melt. While he waited, he reached for the flogger, lightly trailing the ends over your skin. Your receptors fired at the touch, unable to see what he was about to do.

A soft caress to your thigh before a stinging whip, all the leather strands spreading out over your skin. You swallowed your cry, failing to disentangle pain from pleasure. It was strange, you thought, how it didn't hurt. Well, not exactly. It did hurt but differently. Gintoki watched you closely, taking his time to find different spots on your body.

The other thigh, your left calf, your hip, your stomach, shoulder, chest. Each body part increased in sensitivity, which made the whipping even more stinging. And, god, you couldn't get enough of it. The more it hurt, the more you wanted it. Your swallowed cries turned into small mewls which evolved into yelps. Every strike of the flogger brought dizzying waves of pleasure to you. Gintoki couldn't believe how much you were enjoying this. His knuckles turned pale from gripping the handle too hard when he saw you bite your lip, a sure sign that you were getting wet. Your body was a rosy colour, some spots with a deeper colouring than others. Floggers didn't usually hurt as bad as, say, his belt. But Gintoki was putting a ridiculous amount of energy into his hand, just to see you squirm and for his enjoyment.

His brutal treatment was doing things to you. No matter how many times you drew your legs together, he would either pry them apart harshly or whip you harder. Getting touched briefly by the flogger was not enough. You needed more.

By the time he was bored with the flogging, the flames had done a good job of melting the wax. Your partner kissed you then, messy and wet. You reciprocated with a little moan, tugging at your restraints because you hated kissing him without being able to bulldoze your fingers through his hair. The fact that your vision was hindered only added to your growing frustration. A wicked smile curved his lips. He pulled away, rubbing your hip soothingly, as though preparing you for what was to come. His free hand reached for the candle, carefully balancing it. Once he had it safely over your body, he tipped it and the hot wax spilled over the edge, falling onto the skin of your shoulder. You gasped, feeling the heat leave the wax, absorbed by your skin then harden.

"Where do you want this?" came his deep voice. "Here?" He dropped some on your collarbone, watching it roll down the side of your chest, curving around your breast. Your breath hitched in your throat, nipples hardening instantly.

"Gintoki," you whined.

"Hmm?" More wax, this time on your breast. He was careful to avoid your nipple though. You moaned, chest heaving. Your skin was already raw from all the whipping. Adding more stimulation to it was just cruel.

You loved it.

Bit by bit, drop by drop, Gintoki created a mess of wax on your body, going from your shoulders to pelvis then switching to your legs and moving up. You were losing your mind, squirming tirelessly and whimpering for him to get on with it or just stop. Of course, he didn't listen, too deep in to step back out. Your arms were getting tired, wrists starting to get chafed. Most importantly, your hormones were raging, begging to be taken care of. You weren't sure if you liked this or not because he was being a fucking tease. The pleasure the pain brought you was nothing compared to your anguish at being taunted right to to edge only to be pulled back again to safety.

The silver haired samurai pushed your legs apart, licking his lips at the sight of your glistening pussy, ego inflating with the fact that you were this wet because of him, for him. Entranced, he dripped a ribbon of liquid wax along your panty line, just below your labia. Your clit, swollen and aching, throbbed, muscles clenching needily.

You wanted to pull at his hair so badly.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful." You felt his breath on your heat and your hips bucked up instantly, desperate to feel him on you and not this stupid wax. Unfortunately for you, Gintoki was fast. He caught you, lifting a thigh up instead. You turned your head instinctively, letting loose a cry when you felt his teeth clamp down on the tender flesh.

Flogging, hot wax and now biting? You had officially lost it.

Gintoki glanced up at you, only then remembering that you were unable to return his gaze. He smirked, sucking on your flesh before moving on, his teeth leaving marks on your body, some bites close to drawing blood. All this while, you were thinking with your body, reacting aggressively to whatever he was doing. You were such a mess that you couldn't even form proper words, let alone sentences.

"G - Gin-chan, mō yamero onegai," you begged, shaking your head. The suspense, the sheer intensity of what you were currently feeling was blowing out of proportion. In the beginning, you enjoyed his sadistic toying. It was a drug you never knew you needed, really, feeding that needy, submissive mistress you had in you. You had gotten so wet that the tops of your thighs were coated in your arousal.

"Hmm? Nande?" A devious smirk crossed those lips of his. You felt it rather than saw it, knowing he was basking in every second of your torture.

"I can't," you insisted, pulling at your restraints. "Please, please, I'm so wet for you. Please just touch me."

The way you choked on your words had an effect on Gintoki. Your desperation was such a turn on. He was about to lose control himself, having had to endure the strain of his cock against his boxers all while teasing you.

"You want me to touch you?" he reaffirmed. You nodded vigorously, licking your lips. Gintoki eyed your red, marked body then took his clothes off before leaning over you. You swore you heard a sizzling sound when his chest came into contact with yours. A rough hand cupped your cheek, his mouth claiming yours, hips rocking into you. As your own hips came up to meet his, he lifted his lower body off to come back at you, cock sliding straight into you. Both of you moaned.

He had yet to touch you, like he always did but having him snug in your cunt was the deal breaker. Plus, with him balls deep, his pelvis was rubbing at your clit anyway. Involuntarily, you jerks your bound hands towards him with the urge to feel his warm skin under your hands. Gintoki rolled his hips, moving with you and in you. His kissing was making it hard to breathe yet you wanted nothing more than for him to suffocate you.

"Kimochi desu ka?" He had pulled away, leaving a string of saliva down your chin, wet lips going for your ear now.

You whimpered out a yes.

"Good, because I can't stop myself," he rasped. His weight pressed down on your body, rendering you entirely helpless and at his mercy. Initially, he was thrusting into you with one arm supporting himself, the other glued to your waist. Once your moans increased in volume, he switched, pulling your legs around his hips and gripping yours, slamming into you harshly.

Your first orgasm came, crashing over you without warning, pushing lusty moans from your mouth. He struggled to maintain his rhythm and keep your body steady because boy, after all that teasing, your climax had you shaking violently. Whatever pain you had felt, whatever wax that was still clinging to your skin, all forgotten. There was nothing worth thinking of but the man who was fucking your insides out.

"Gin - Gintoki!"

He growled low, bringing a hand down between you both, thumb finding your clit and rubbing. The sensation of your tight walls pulsating around him triggered his selfish desire. He wanted to feel you again and again, watch you squirm and scream under his touch.

It wasn't long before you hit another high, this one more intense than the first. Your hips bucked up, pulling wildly at the bindings on your wrists. You tried to move away from where Gintoki was still stimulating your sensitive core.

"Oh, no you don't." He pressed close to you, hands disappearing momentarily, movements ceasing. A brief pause. You leveled your breathing, giddy with pleasure even though he was still. All you needed was his thick girth stretching you.

The restricting force that held your wrists up vanished. Your hands were free and the first thing they did was delve into his messy hair, fingers curling around his silver locks and tugging, hard. Now that you were allowed to touch him, you didnt care if he fucked you raw. And he knew that.

Gintoki began moving.

He adjusted your legs a lot, putting you in various positions. You wondered just how much stamina he had to spare. After all the strain your body had gone through, you were tired. But you just couldn't say no to more.

Hard and fast Gintoki went. You were on your knees in front of him, torso pushed forward, arms bent backwards and held in place by him. Your breasts jumped with every slam of his hips, the sound of his pelvis smashing into your ass mingling with his grunts and your moans.

Another orgasm claimed you. Already sore and delicate, this was the one to break you.

"Mmhhh, ohhh... oh! G - Gintoki!"

Apparently this was it for him too. With a final crash into you, his weight tipped you both over, gravity pulling you both down. You let your body ride with your orgasm, shaking and jerking erratically, your samurai limp on top of you, his cock still twitching inside you.

When he pulled out, you felt his ejaculation spill out of your ravaged hole, rolling slowly down your sticky thighs. Gintoki had rolled to one side, seemingly spent. This happened every single time you both fucked. On more than one occasion, you doubted his affection for you when he withdrew like this. But he always made it clear that you were his priority.

His aftercare was the best.

"Was I too hard?" Time had passed. He was back to his regular self, albeit a little caring than usual. You didn't object to anything he had done to you yet seeing the state you were in now, he was afraid he had taken things too far. Would you flinch if he reached out to touch you?

"No." You cleared your throat, smiled at him tiredly. "I loved how rough you were."

Was it possible to love you any more? Because that was how Gintoki felt then. Not only did you endure his treatment, you actually enjoyed it. He crept over to you, running his hands over your body, the marks that would take days to heal, then lifted you in his arms to carry you to the bathroom. It was evident you were too sore to walk.

"I'll take care of you," he assured you. You kissed his chest in response and it was then that he finally noticed the necklace he'd bought for you. Incredibly, he'd completely missed it when he was carrying out his dark desire with you. He had wanted to catch you at your most vulnerable, wearing nothing but that silver charm. Then again, looking down at your form in his arms...

Gintoki smiled.

This was good, too.

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Strip Uno

Word count: 3143

Zura is tough to write. Please pardon my long windedness and anything I might have gotten wrong about Fruits Punch Samurai G. :p

It was no secret that the Joui faction leader was denser than curry. He was brilliant and fast yet seemed to lack the simplest of common senses at times. Things that were so obviously out of place escaped his attention and his flashbacks lasted lifetimes.

 

But that was what drew you to him. The contrast only he had. Focusing on him helped you ease your mind, forget about your past. Initially, he did not understand you at all. Were you not just friends? It wasn't until you revealed the fact that you had been married once - forced to for the sake of your family - that his interest spiked.

 

That was fun too. Because of his cluelessness, you couldn't drop hints like every other girl. Not subtle ones, anyway, and coming up with new ways to tell him what you wanted was great for your relationship.

 

"Eli-chan," you called in a sing-song voice, turning a corner and walking into one of the many rooms in one of the secret meeting spots of the

 

Joui. The duck/penguin/ghost/man pet looked up, turning her head to you as you entered. As odd as you first found Elizabeth, she had become an integral part of your life and your partner's. Yorozuya had Sadaharu; Joui had Elizabeth.

 

"Zura doko desu ka?"

 

Elizabeth flipped a sign up.

 

Out scouting.

 

"You didn't follow him?"

 

Another sign. There is a soap opera I want to watch.

 

Ah. Noontime TV shows we're essential. You figured Elizabeth was traumatized from the last time she went with Katsura. Before they left, they'd left the recorder on but it had broken down half way, right before the climax. Never again did they use recorders.

 

 

"Ah, I see. I'm going to the store. Do you want anything?"

 

Elizabeth had turned away from you, fiddling with the remote. She flipped up another sign.

 

Could you restock for us?

 

You chuckled and left. Later, after the shopping and errands and getting caught up in one of Yorozuya's antics, you stood at a junction, making a face at the straight road ahead and the turn to the left. You had forgotten to ask if they were returning home or staying at the hideout tonight. The sky had turned into a deep blue from the vibrant pink and orange earlier. You had to get back soon or he was going to worry.

 

"Idiot," you muttered at yourself, deciding to gamble at your chances and go home. It was logical, right? Elizabeth did ask you to buy groceries for them.

 

They lived in a more ghetto part of town, among a neighbourhood whose houses looked like abandoned nests. Despite appearances however, a lot of people made their homes there. You were a frequent enough visitor that most of them raised hands at you in greeting as you passed. Even the Madao who laid by the side, still and covered with cardboard. You waved back at the sunglasses.

 

"Tadaima!"

 

Immediately, a sign was in your face.

 

Okaeri.

He's worried.

He's watching reruns of old dramas.

 

Which made you laugh. You slid your slippers off and walked into the living room where Katsura was in front of the TV, eyes intent on the screen.

 

"Oi, Zura."

 

"Y/n-chan!" Upon hearing your voice, he leapt up and rushed to you, taking your shoulders in his hands and shaking you lightly, forgetting to correct your usage of his name. "Where have you been? I've been worried to my gut. It's just like last time when..."

 

While he launched into one of his rambles down memory lane, you raised an eyebrow at Elizabeth.

 

I told him.

He's overreacting.

Again.

 

"Zura, calm down. I was with Gin-san and Leader. That's why I took awhile." Conveniently forgetting to mention Glasses. You weren't being mean; you just forgot.

 

"Zura janai, Katsura da," he huffed, releasing you. "What were you doing with them?"

 

"Finding a lost dog." Glad that he'd snapped out of his ramble, you moved towards the kitchen to

 

prepare dinner.

 

It was close to nine when Katsura walked out of the bathroom and into his room. You were lying on his futon, reading Jump.

 

"Do you want to play Uno?" you asked without looking up.

 

"Wait for me to change," he said. "I'll call Elizabeth."

 

At this, you sat straight up. "No, no. Just us."

 

"But it'll be boring with just two people."

 

"Trust me, it won't be."

 

Katsura agreed without much complaint. You rubbed your hands together in glee, excited that your plan of two days was falling together perfectly. It had been a week since you last got him to touch you. You had been busy with the cooking classes you gave, not to mention your

 

unavoidable run-ins with Yorozuya and the Shinsengumi. It was almost as if you were a magnet drawing those two groups to you, the latter of which wasn't a good idea, seeing as you were dating their number one fugitive. Zura, on the other hand, had his hands full with planning and scouting out a bakufu official's house. Amanto royalty was due to come in a week or so and that particular officer was in charge of welcome. The Joui leader want to make that welcome as memorable as possible.

 

Therefore, it was important that your plan worked, else you were going to go mad without him.

 

"How many rounds do you give yourself?" Katsura teased, shuffling the cards after sitting across from you, dressed. You scoffed playfully. The man was a skilled Uno player and you, despite having years of experience under your sleeve, were just no match for him. In fact, those years of experience might just as well count for nothing since you'd lost every match with every

 

person you played with.

 

This was the basis of your plan.

 

"Five," you replied confidently. "But there's a new rule." You met his expectant gaze. "Every round I lose, I take off a piece of clothing. Same goes for you."

 

"Couldn't we use a timer instead?" he asked, not getting your drift. You shook your head, knowing that he would do whatever you wished if it was within boundaries.

 

"Are you scared of losing?" you taunted him. Katsura laughed that famous laugh of his.

 

"Against you? Never."

 

Perfect. He wasn't suspecting anything.

 

Round after round passed. The prospects of winning actually looked good for you. Katsura already had his sleeping shirt off and you still

 

had most of your clothes on. Little by little, you got absorbed into the game, until your devious plan was but a faded memory. There was an intensity that came with playing Uno.

 

"Ha ha ha!" Katsura threw his final hand down, ultimately crushing you. "I win yet again!"

 

You groaned, letting the rest of your cards fall to the floor. And it had been going good, too. You were expecting more bragging and a lesson or two about playing cards but nothing came. Curious, you looked at him to find his gaze raking over your body, eyes dark with want.

 

Oh, right.

 

"Why are you naked?"

 

"We were playing strip Uno," you reminded him. "You won."

 

He looked down at himself, finally noticing that he wasn't wearing a shirt, then back at you. If

 

there were ever things that could make him speechless, one of them was you. You beckoned to him with a finger, watching how his body just refused to disobey you.

 

"How about a kiss for the winner?" Your voice was soft, suggestive. Unashamed. Katsura swallowed when you rose to your knees, facing him. Carefully, you placed a hand on his cheek and leaned in for his victory kiss. The moment he felt your mouth on his, his hands came up your sides, hungrily running them along your generous curves. He may be hard to get through, but once he was in, he went all the way.

 

"Is this a coincidence?" he asked, allowing you to lick his bottom lip and pull it between your teeth.

 

"It could be."

 

His denseness didn't mean he was stupid. When it came to you, he became unhinged. Sometimes, your advances felt like coincidences, like the time he found himself

 

eating you out after hanging at your place for a bit. Or the time he got turned on just walking with you and got you to blow him in a dark alley. Uncharacteristic of him. He also knew that you loved dropping hints, though he never quite got them unless you were direct with them. Defeated the purpose of hints, really.

 

"I think you planned this," he said in conclusion.

 

You pulled back with an eye roll and a smile. "Do you now?"

 

"Yes. And I also think that you are in need of me." He rested his forehead against yours for a bit. "I'm sorry if we didn't have much time together this week, sweetheart."

 

Simple sweet moments like these were the driving factor for your relationship with him, sex aside. Katsura loved you, undoubtedly. He just wasn't profound in the art of expressing it. You were the one who initiated sex, mostly but he surprised you, too. Random PDAs, a soft kiss to

 

welcome you back, making tea and cuddling you when you were tired. It was a side of him only you got to see, a side he himself didn't know he had until he got with you.

 

"W - Well, we're spending time together now," you responded, a little shakily.

 

"Yes, we are." He suddenly pulled you into his chest. The raw feeling of his bare skin flush against yours sent an injection of desire through you, your nipples hardening. You started it but you were never fully capable of finishing it, mainly because once Katsura realized what you needed, you had already given up, willingly submitting to him.

 

His lips came in contact with your jaw, teeth nipping at the skin there but careful to not hurt you. They travelled downwards, along your jawline to the lobe of your ear where he flicked the flesh there playfully with his tongue then continued his journey to your neck. Katsura wasn't a rough man. In fact, when you suggested

 

spanking one time, he looked horrified, muttering "muri muri" while blushing. But he knew how to give you what you wanted.

 

Your head lolled back, body going limp in his arms as his mouth assaulted your neck, covering the skin there with wet kisses and nips. When he reached your collarbone, he latched on more firmly, cheeks almost hollow as he sucked on your flesh, causing your body to arch into his and your hands to grab at his arms.

 

Neither of you were very verbal when it came to love making. And neither minded. He only needed to hear the noises you were making to know he was on the right track and you could tell from the tenseness in his muscles that he was enjoying himself too.

 

Pleased that you had reacted eagerly to him, Katsura was content to spend a little more time marking you before moving on to greener pastures: your chest. He made sure that both had attention, suckling at one nipple with his

 

hand kneading the other. You shoved a hand into his silky hair, effectively activating the dozing beast within him. He would never let anyone else touch his hair, except you. And when you did, curling your fingers around the long strands and tugging, he went animalistic for it.

 

Katsura grunted, pulling at your nipple a little too forcefully. You yelped, surprised, yet welcoming the mixture of pain and pleasure. It wasn't often that you could get this. He switched, intent on getting your nipples as hard as they could for maximum pleasure. You were already getting impatient. Nothing was helping you alleviate the growing heat at the apex of your legs. The bulge in his pants was getting too big for you to ignore so you moved your hips, rolling them on him and shivering when your clit rubbed against the fabric of his pants.

 

"Did I say you could do that?" His voice was a low growl, an almost tangible friction to your aching heat. Where was the dorky, oblivious man who roamed Kabukicho's streets in disguise?

 

The fact that his voice was usually serious only added to the authority behind his question.

 

He lowered his right hand, skimming it across your pelvic area, dragging his fingers over the supple skin there. You bit your lip in anticipation, hands shifting to grip his shoulders instead. Katsura put his head close to yours, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. His thumb pushed between your slick labia, dipping down to gather your arousal then going back up to rub your clit. You gasped lightly at the contact, arms going around his neck.

 

Honestly, if he kept this up, you'd come.

 

"Z - Zura," you stuttered shakily, hips moving of your own accord, eager for more, preferably his fingers in you. You had grown so accustomed to calling him Zura that even during moments like these you couldn't use his real name.

 

"Zura janai, Katsura da," he mumbled, clearly distracted. You were so wet and it was because

 

of him. He marvelled at how the female body worked, at how much more masculine you made him feel. Whimpering and squirming in his arms. Too into the moment to ask him for more. He decided that you were ready.

 

Katsura moved to lay you down, leaning you both backwards but you shook your head, wanting to go with a different position.

 

"I want to see you," he said in protest, running a big hand up the outside of your thigh, setting you alight with desire.

 

"Okay," you agreed quietly.

 

Compared to other guys, you didn't know and you didn't want to. Compared to your lousy ex-husband, Katsura was a god. He pushed the head of his cock into you first, just barely stretching you but the pain was there. As he inched his way in, your grip on him tightened to the point of being painful. You were sure your nails were leaving marks on him.

 

 

Let him be, you thought, sinking your nails deeper and drawing them down when he was fully in you. Let him take me wherever.

 

After you had adjusted to his size, you nodded for him to move, which he gladly did. Allowing you to adjust was something he never failed to do, your comfort and pleasure his topmost priority. That, however, didn't mean that he didn't want to ravish you. It was impossible not to want to when you had your walls snug around his dick.

 

Breathy moans escaped your parted lips as he moved, his hair falling around his shoulders, the ends tickling you. He angled his thrusts just by a fraction and it made all the difference. You threaded your fingers through his hair, forcing his head down to you for a hungry kiss. Katsura loved how you just needed every part of his to be in contact with you when you fucked, be it your genitals, hands, mouths or anything in between.

 

"Harder, Kotarou," you whined, clawing at his

 

arms like the spoilt brat you were. At the usage of his name, Katsura groaned. He leaned back instead, grasped you by the backs of your knees, pushed your legs up and to the side, further enhancing the warm confines of your sweet pussy around his manhood. You realized just how much more of him you could feel in this position and it was bliss.

 

So he drilled you. He drilled you good, just the way you should be fucked, loving every minute of it. What was there not to love? Your soppy hole readily accepted him, producing more lubrication with every thrust. Your little moans boosted his ego, made him yearn for your climax just to have to whimper his name. Squelching, sucking sounds came from where he was diligently entering you at a steady pace, echoing around his simply furnished room.

 

"Mmhhh, mmmhh..." Your eyelids fluttered close, brows drawing together momentarily, relishing in the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of you. There was nothing else you could think of.

 

 

Then he switched your position again, seemingly because he wanted to see your face when you inevitably orgasmed. Katsura pulled your left leg up and over his shoulder, pressing the other to your chest and using it as leverage as he leaned over you. You felt contorted, like origami yet the only thing your mouth could form was a drawn out 'Oh'. In this angle, he clearly had the upper hand, and he used it to his full advantage, driving into your wet hole with unmatched speed, to the point where you were sure he was going to rip you.

 

Not that you minded. He could fuck you sore and you'd still want him in your pussy.

 

Pants left his mouth while he worked you. He caught your eye and held your gaze, slowly, slowly turning his head to lick your thigh which was right by his head. Your muscles involuntarily clenched at that. You reached down to rub at your clit, triggering your climax easily.

 

"Kotarou... oh, fuck!" You weren't even sure if that was your voice. All you knew was that you were coming and he was making the experience unforgettable with his rhythmic movements. Katsura was close himself, having felt your muscles squeeze his cock in the way only you could. He kept his pace up, and with your hand lazily stroking his pelvis, thick, hot spurts of his seed filled you in little bursts. Coming with your warm walls surrounding his twitching cock was something else.

 

He buried his face in your neck when he came, moaning softly, only for you to hear. You wrapped your arms around him, toying with his messy hair, just living in the moment.

 

"Did I hurt you?" Was his first question once both of you were able to form coherent sentences again.

 

"No. But I think I hurt you." You pushed his hair aside to reveal the red marks on his upper arms and shoulders, prompting a low chuckle from

 

him. He pulled out of you gingerly, using his discarded shirt to wipe away the traces of both your orgasms from your thighs.

 

"I can take a little bruising. Let me get you a warm towel."

 

Katsura moved to stand but you grabbed his hand and pulled him back to you.

 

"I love you, Zura," you murmured, tenderly taking his cheeks in your hands after tucking his hair behind his ear. Not because he fucked good or because of his loving aftercare. No, you loved him just because. Katsura smiled, not bothering to correct you. He held your wrists, turning his head to kiss your warm palm.

 

"I love you, Y/n."

[horunicorn]

Sakata Gintoki, Yorozuya (smut only version)

Sorry again. I'm lazy and didnt do the word count. :p

Despite his looks and his attitude, however, Gintoki was sharp. He saw through your translucent cover right away. While naive little you was thinking you were fooling him, it was him who was entertaining you. He sensed that you were about to ask him to leave so he decided that it was time to use his trump card.

"Really?" A slow, condescending smirk crossed his lips. He stood barefoot under the archway to your kitchen, having shamelessly invited himself in.

"Yes. Now, please leave. I want to shower." Yes, be all business-like.

To your frustration and rising excitement, Gintoki remained where he was, fixing you with a look.

"I will leave after you answer my question," he promised. Something in his look added, and don't lie to me. "Why did you start making treats for me?"

You swallowed visibly and his smirk turned smug. You were cornered like a bug. Facing potential rapists was scary. Being forced to admit your crush to your crush was on a whole other level of scary. The worst thing was he seemed to know.

How the hell were you going to answer this?

Thankfully, he saved you that part of the embarrassment.

"Are you sure there's nothing you want from me?"

And added humiliation to your already burning face. Great. But his tone wasn't condescending as his smirk was. It was...suggestive.

Panicking, you blurted out, "Money!"

Which prompted a laugh from him.

"You suck at lying." He moved closer to you. You found yourself rooted to the spot, paralyzed in anticipation. Gintoki towered over you. A delicious tingle of fear zipped through your body at his proximity. He raised his hand to your face, dragging his thumb heavily over your bottom lip, the rest of his fingers curled under your chin, tilting your head up to face him. "A kiss as payment?"

You managed to choke out a whispered no, alarmed that he would even suggest something like that. He was so close. You could smell him, feel him. And, God, did you want him.

He raised his eyebrows. "I see. Well, all I offered was a kiss. You have to ask for the rest."

His smirk turned sadistic. You couldn't help the whimper that escaped your lips. He was hardly touching you and yet here you were, already whiny for him. Pent up sexual frustration did this to a person. That and the fact that you were a huge sub, with a flair for masochism. One look was all it took to tell you that Gintoki was a dom, and a rough one at that. You weren't even pretending anymore. There was no more energy left for that.

"I - I want more," you stuttered, breath hitching in your throat.

"More what?" he teased.

Your desires were too embarrassing to say out loud. Your cheeks turned hot, as hot as your body was feeling. He was making you beg for him, just like he was begging you earlier on. How had the tables turned so fast?

Be that so, there was no way you were going to voice out your wishes.

Shy, you forced your head down to break eye contact with him. Gintoki was amused, and aroused. He liked you because you gave him free sweets. And your personality intrigued him. Secretly giving cakes to your crush and hiding to see his face but empty when faced with perverted men. It was your lack of reaction that night that got the rest of his attention.

Dignity. That was it. He saw your dignity that night.

"You said you wanted a shower. Where is the bathroom?" You weren't going to budge unless he took things a step further. Your glance told him all he needed to know. Gintoki led you to the bathroom where he started filling the tub with water. You stood, petrified, to one side when he took out his wooden katana and undid his belt, kimono dropping to reveal the broad shoulders hidden under his shirt. It was a bold move indeed but he wouldn't be doing this if he wasn't completely confident you wanted him as much as he did you.

After fully undressing, he stepped into the warm water and sat down, looking to you expectantly, as though this was his bathroom and you were the guest. He was merciless, eyes boring into you, waiting for you to make a move. You didn't have have choice. And you didn't want to leave him disappointed. It was clear that he wasn't going to give you any privacy to undress so you turned and undid the layers of your kimono and nagajuban. Walking to him and getting into the tub was mortifying. You wanted to be buried alive, skin burning with shame. But any and all awkwardness dissipated once you were settled between his legs and the water sloshed around your bodies. His arms came on either sides of you, curling around your body and pulling you against his chest.

"I like your body," he whispered, nibbling at your ear. Oh, he got comfy right away. Your body seized up at that, unsure how to react. It wasn't until his hands came up to your chest that you finally, finally relaxed, melting into his touch. They were big enough to cup each soft mound perfectly. Your head fell back onto his shoulder and he turned his head, lips brushing the clammy skin on your face. "I wonder what you taste like, my sweet baker."

Did he just call you mine?

Heat had begun pooling at the apex of your legs the moment he'd asked if there was nothing you wanted from him. You knew nothing of his character, save that he had a sweet tooth. Physically, to you, he was sex on legs. That was what drew you to him in the first place. His body, those emotionless eyes, that thick head of silver hair you wanted to pull. You didn't really expect him to reciprocate your desires.

"I d - don't even know your name," you mumbled, struggling to grasp to the last straws of rationality in your head.

"Sakata Gintoki, Yorozuya," he responded. "I've taken and given my fair share of odd favours. But nothing like this." The smile in his voice made you blush. You had to remind yourself that this was nothing, that he was only interested in repaying you for the treats. And, you figured, if this was how he wished to express himself, then maybe you could slip your gratitude in too. Nothing to it.

"Y/n," you said, out of courtesy.

"Good. Now I can control you and you know what name to scream."

You were about to protest when he rolled a nipple between his fingers. Back and forth. A shaky sigh left your mouth. Clearly, he knew what he was doing. Both his hands were busy on your chest, alternating between nipple-tugging and massaging. You adored the way you fit into his palms, breathing deeply to push your chest more into them. Gintoki chuckled, a sound that reverberated from his chest to your back. He angled his head to kiss your jaw lightly, testing the waters. He wanted to see how you liked things. When he got nothing out of you, he ventured lower, finding the tender skin on your neck and sinking his teeth there, sucking hard. You gasped at the sudden suction on your neck, back arching into his welcoming hands.

"Mm!"

"You like it rough," he stated devillishly. He soothed the love bite he'd given you with languid strokes of his tongue. And that was how it was for a while. He bit and suckled at your skin, decorating your neck and shoulders, tongue lapping over the bruise after. Never did his hands stop moving. He massaged your tits to the point where you thought you'd feel lost without them on you.

Once the water had risen to your chest, Gintoki turned the tap off. Relieving his hold on you temporarily, he scooped water in his hands and dumped it over your shoulders, rubbing them after. You were well aware of the length of his hardened manhood digging into your bum cheek. He felt big but you wouldn't know unless you really touched him. Just the thought of that made your muscles clench.

"S - Sakata-san," you said weakly. The fondling was nice. He was definitely skilled at it but he hadn't fulfilled his promise yet. It was driving you nuts, along with the lack of friction down where you much needed it.

"Hmm?"

You made a whining noise. He was having none of it.

"Words," he demanded. His fingers trailed over your skin, making you positively burn for him.

You shook your head.

"Then I guess this is as far as we go," he sighed. The tone of his voice sounded so final that you began to panic. Was he really going to leave you like this, in your own house?

"No, wait!"

He nodded to go on.

"I want you." Never were there truer words. You wanted him in all the ways you could get him.

"Look at me when you say that."

You scraped together all your confidence and shifted your position. From wedged between his long legs you went to straddling his lap, this time facing him. His body was big, broad chest and shoulders all boasting toned muscles. There were multiple scars all over his torso. You leaned in, placing your mouth close to his neck. He stayed perfectly still, allowing you to do as you pleased. For now.

Tentatively, your tongue darted out to taste his skin. He didnt react so you dropped a kiss there, gradually building your confidence until you were brave enough to give him a bite. He shuddered then, holding you by your hips. At his touch, you stopped and raised your head to him, drinking in his features.

"I want you," you repeated, louder this time. He smirked again, making you frustrated. "A - as payment for the sweets, you h - have to give me what I want."

"Which part of me exactly?" he queried lazily.

You swallowed. It was too shameful to say it out loud. "Th - This part." You reached down to stroke his cock, nervous excitement filling you when you realized just how big he was. Gintoki was surprised at your boldness. But he couldn't deny how sexy it was.

"I'll give it to you," he promised. "But you gotta take it like you mean it." His own hand disappeared under the water between your bodies. You felt his probing fingers push past your labia, dragging against your clit and hole. A groan pushed past his lips. It wasn't the water; you were soaked with your arousal and he could feel that, fingers sliding easily into you, as tough you had been waiting to suck them into you. The intrusion of his fingers brought a shuddering sigh forth from you. Your hips responded to his touch, rolling forward.

It had been awhile since you'd been touched by a man. Ugh. Thinking about it made you feel like a loser.

"Dont look down," Gintoki said. His free hand grasped at your chin, tipping your head up. "When you sit on me, look at me."

You swallowed, the heady anticipation of his words sending delightful tingles down your spine.

"Can I take you now?" you asked softly. Not that the way his fingers were curled up in you wasn't blowing your mind. But you were aware of them brushing against your walls and you were getting impatient, eager to feel his cock instead.

Gintoki hummed in approval, nodding. His eyes were lidded, watching your every move intently. He pulled his hand back, waiting. You felt immensely pressured to do things just right, to gain his praise. Shakily, you placed both hands on each side of the tubes edge and lifted yourself over him. There wasn't much space to maneuver in the tub. His body already took up so much space which meant that you had to fully support your weight with your hands, unable to shift your legs. The silver-haired samurai took note of that. He gripped the base of his manhood and guided you over and onto himself. You winced as he stretched you, tore you, forced himself inside of your tight space. It fucking hurt yet at the same time, the sensation of having something so big fill you up was...delicious. like a latex glove fitting over a large hand. You wanted more.

So you let yourself get completely impaled by him before taking a moment to gather yourself. Then you moved. Up and down and up and down, best as you could. He was only out of you for moments before gravity pulled you back down onto him, your breasts bouncing in time with you. Gintoki's eyes were riveted to your chest, mind lost in the wet warmth of your pussy. You seemed clumsy and unsure but to him, you were fucking acing it. He let you have it your way for a bit, just enjoying you before he inevitably took over.

It was hard not to when you were being so good for him.

"Sit, baby," he commanded gruffly, taking your hips and slamming you down on his lap. You cried out, water splashing around you both. Gintoki held you tight, pushing and pulling at your hips, encouraging you to roll them on him, which you did, obediently. Instantly, your arms went around his neck, fingers pushing through his thick hair, jaw slack. His cock was buried deep in you. Combined with your hip movements, he was hitting everywhere inside of you, triggering a flurry of sensations you didn't know existed.

"Mmhhh...hhhh..."

"Feels good, doesn't it?" His voice rumbled in his chest. You nodded, hips moving faster. Gintoki took that as a good sign. Well, he would've moved on either way. Your body made him ravenous and he was going to take what he needed to sate his appetite. He held you tightly and moved. Water spilled out of the tub with his movements. You found yourself beneath him somehow, and still wrapped around his cock snugly. Your back was against the tub now and he was above you, one arm around you, the other holding onto the edge for support. Before you could ask anything, he started to thrust into you. You moaned, uncomfortable pain having disappeared long ago leaving nothing but pleasure. In and out he went, tempo never wavering. You would have preferred him slower though you didn't have the voice to complain, not when he was driving into you so deep and gripping you hard enough to give you bruises.

"Why don't you show me," he grunted, "how much you appreciate this gift of mine? Let me know how good I'm making your pussy feel, hm?"

"Mm, yes, yes." Your body arched into his, clinging onto him, losing yourself to him. Vaginal orgasms were possible for you. He didn't know that, however, and released you to rub at your clit, almost instantly bringing you over the edge. His name left your mouth so loudly - and repeatedly - that it would be a miracle if the neighbours didn't hear.

Gintoki stayed still right then, allowing your cunt to milk him, close to losing it himself when he felt you pulse around him. He never expected you to feel this good and he wasn't sure if he'd be satisfied with just one round. Once your body stopped shuddering, he started to chase his own high, disregarding the state you were in. Hard and fast he came down on you, using you until you scratched at his back, until he tipped over as well, hot seed spilling into you. You kissed his shoulder when he came, relishing the way he crushed you to him, his hot breath over your skin, his twitching cock in your hole.

Would one round of this rough man be enough for you? Not really.

After both of you came back to your senses, Gintoki pulled out of you and slumped back. He didn't make any gestures for you to come to him. You were starting to feel used and silly when finally, he beckoned, pulling you into his embrace with a lazy smile.

"Payment done?" he queried. You twisted in his arms to look at him, wondering if he felt as you did. Things would be weird between you both. Maybe. That was for another day, however. Right now all you wanted was for him to fuck you again. Possibly eat you out. You were already feeling a little sore but who cared? His masculinity and control was still present and you desperately wanted to experience those first hand.

"I - I - " Fuck. How were you going to ask for more?

Fortunately for you, he was thinking the same thing.

"I see. There's still some outstanding, huh? Let's get to work on that."

[horunicorn]

Sakata Gintoki, Yorozuya

Warnings: rough, rape mentions, unprotected sex

Word count: 4953

Sorry I got a little carried away here. I'll put up the smut-only version too. Enjoy!

It had been two months since you started work here in Sweet Treats. Relatively new on the street, the shop had received much attention from the regulars who traipsed up and down the dusty streets. Word of mouth spread and the shop had a steady stream of customers going in and out everyday. What drew you to this job was the sugar you got to work with. Not as a sales assistant but as the one who made the sweet goods. Man, you loved your job. Recently, you started loving it even more - if that was possible - when a certain silver haired customer dropped by.

You asked around and found out that he had been coming ever since the shop opened, once or twice a week. Some customers had usuals; he would try a different sweet everytime and you found that it sort of motivated you to experiment more with what you made. Whenever he came, you would wipe your flour-dusted hands on your apron and peer out from inside the kitchen, watching his dead eyes scan the display case for the snack he was craving.  And then a brilliant idea hit you.

"Someone ordered this specially for you, Yorozuya-san," the cashier girl said with a smile. She slid a box over the counter to him.

"Huh?" Curious, he untied the string and peeked inside, expression lightening at the sight of the treat you'd whipped up just for him. "It looks like diabetes. Who ordered this?"

The cashier girl winked. "It's a secret but they hope you like it."

The samurai said his thanks and accepted the cake, tucking it protectively under his arm. Yuri-chan turned and gave you an excited thumbs-up. You returned her enthusiastic gesture with a grin.

Ugh, everyone in the shop knew you had a crush on him now.

Nevertheless, you kept making special treats for him. It was hard to tell when he came at first but once he'd gotten used to the idea that someone was giving him free sweets, he made his trips here scheduled. One time, you brazenly bought him a carton of strawberry milk to go with dessert. Suffice to say, he was delighted and your heart pumped twice as hard when you caught sight of the small smile on his lips at the surprise.

You would have been content to just continue making his days just a little bit sweeter with the magic your hands could do. Happy to just take peeks at him when he visited. After all, a girl like you would never have even a glimmer of a chance with a guy like him so you taught yourself to be satisfied with small things. That is, until one late night.

The shop was holding a Sweet Special this weekend, basically a promotion for the new treats that were coming on sale. Everyone was on over time, putting the theme together and decorating the shop. As the one who made the treats, you and the ones behind were on pressure. Not so much but it was there. Your co-workers were getting ready to leave for drinks after the long day but you were still unsatisfied with the icing for the mini cakes so you decided to stay back. When you were done and moderately pleased with your achievement of making the perfectly textured frosting, you cleaned up and closed shop, exiting out the back door, like you usually would after work.

Big mistake on your part.

The back alley was dark and damp. Without the presence of your co-workers around you, the air felt colder. You clutched your bag to your chest in an effort to conserve some heat, wishing you had brough a scarf with you. You hurried down the alley and was just about to exit it when some people blocked the opening.

"Eh?" You looked around to find three men in front of you, their kimonos messy.

"Looky what we have here," one of them leered, teetering forward, forcing you to step back. They positively reeked of alcohol.

"Dont you prefer skinnier girls, Go-kun?" the next asked jokingly, stumbling forward to sling an arm around the first guy.

"Why be picky?" The first man turned his attention to you. "C'mon girly. Ya look like ya know how to have fun."

Internally, you groaned. Was this really happening now? Of course it was. On the very night that you happened to be alone. Nice. On top of that, you didn't bring any protection with you. Not even an umbrella. Honestly, you were too irritated to feel much afraid, that is, until one of them lunged for you, closing his hand around your upper arm. You reacted on instinct, arm stretching out to deliver a slap to the man's cheek.

"The bitch is feisty!" his friend laughed, rushing in to grab you before you could run. The guy you slapped wasn't as amused. In fact, he was pissed that a woman had disrespected him.

"Ya like it rough, huh?" He tore your bag from your arms, moving to rip open the front of your kimono next when the crunch of shoes on gravel distracted all three of them and yourself.

"Oi, shuddup, will you?" a grumpy voice groused. "Too late to be dealing with this kind of noise."

You looked around your would-be rapist, eyes widening when you saw the moon light dancing off his silver head.

"None ya business," one of the men snapped, walking right up to him in an attempt to intimidate him. Yorozuya easily stood taller than him. Grumpy and irritated, he took the man out with one punch and made easy work of the other two, leaving you standing amidst three passed out drunkards.

Gintoki didn't usually bother with these kinds of people. Tonight was an exception. He was hungry and was on his way back from the mini mart with food when he heard the commotion. Kagura was off on a slimming retreat so he could binge tonight without sharing. He'd intended to ignore them but then he saw you standing there. You didn't look frightened or disgusted and you weren't whimpering. In fact, you had just slapped one of them, impressing him with your boldness.

That alone should have been enough to pique his interest, for him to stand by and watch you, just in case. Then he realized that you were his baker. He couldn't just ignore that, now, could he? Where was he going to get free sweets from if anything happened to you?

He turned to walk away when you snapped to your senses. Right in front of you was the man your heart ached for everyday since you started working here. The same man who had just saved you. If this wasn't a chance to make a move then you were sure you'd regret it forever.

"Wait!"

He stopped mid stride but never turned. Your heart had already bust out of your chest, leaving you a mess of incoherent, half-formulated words. You did the only thing you could think of.

"Arigato gozaimashita!" Your eyes were on the ground now instead of at him, body bent at the waist. When you raised your eyes again, he was gone.

Yeah, you regretted it.

"I'm so sorry, Yorozuya-san. There's no cake today for you either."

This was the fifth time in two weeks he had been denied cake. Admittedly, if he paid he could have gotten cake all the same.

But it wasn't the same!

Those cakes were specially for him and now he had to buy regular cakes like everyone else? Just what had he done to deserve this?

Knowing Gintoki, he'd probably done a lot of things to deserve this but he couldn't see that. And he hadn't been seeing much of his baker too. So right then and there, he decided to meet her. He hung around the shop when it was near closing time, staying close to the shadows.

He was busy picking his nose when finally, the front closed and the back opened. A couple of your co-workers walked out, the rest trickling out one by one after cleaning was done. You, as usual, were one of the last ones. These past days, you were always one of the last ones, purposely staying back late in hopes of...what? Getting cornered by lecherous men and being saved by him?

Even you knew that was never going to happen again. And yet.

Gintoki saw you. He waited until you were walking on your own, separated from your friends to go your own way before approaching you from behind. Startled at the Impromptu presence, you jumped with an exclamation.

"Oh, Lord, I died for a minute there," you panted, hand clamped over your mouth.

"Good, you're alive now. Why did you stop baking for me?"

Blunt, this man. You blinked at him for a second, processing his words. So, he knew all along, did he? You looked up at him - man, was he tall - trying to read the emotion behind those dead fish eyes. Quick. There were two options to pursue here: either admit everything or pretend you didn't know anything.

"I bake for everyone," you scoffed, hoping your voice would disguise just how excited you were feeling on the inside.

"You also make treats specially for me. Why did you stop?" he asked again. The left sleeve of his kimono was empty, his arm pulled in and tucked against his body, hand sticking out from the center parting. He didnt seem particularly serious about this.

"Because I wanted to," I answered, turning to walk away. My limbs were walking; my head was screaming bloody murder at me for pushing this opportunity down the drain and killing it.

"Well, start again."

"Why? You like them?" You couldn't help yourself. Gintoki's turned his face away, uttering a firm "iie". At first your heart plummeted, before realizing that he might very well be a tsundere. Meaning that you could toy with him. "Then why should I keep baking for you?"

"Because they're free. That crazy old ba-san keeps chasing me for rent and I have to feed three mouths, one of which is a monster and the other a glutton. As if not having enough rice isn't bad enough, I haven't had a drink in a month and now I have to cut down my sugar intake too?"

He'd always go on a ramble whenever he tried to hide things. He would never admit it in front of you but he loved receiving your cakes. Not only were they custom-made for him, they were also much richer than normal cakes. Let's not forget they were free.

"Not a good enough reason."

All this while, you had been walking and he had been following, whining about how he'd faint from low blood sugar if he didn't have your cakes and how his blood would be on your hands. Secretly, you were glad that he loved what you made for him but that was also part of the reason why you'd stopped making sweet things for him. Since that night, you suspected that he knew who you were and what you had been doing behind his back. That fact alone made you feel like your little free cakes were ridiculous. The thrill of giving them anonymously had disappeared, leaving you feeling like the biggest loser. The other part simply felt that those cakes weren't sufficient thanks for what he'd done for you that night.

"I've been a loyal customer," Gintoki went on, unaware that you were just arriving at your place. "It's hard to find dedication like that. Please, please make sweets for me again."

Oh, my. Was he begging? Empowering and exciting. You weren't sure how long more you could resist him.

"No."

By now you had entered your rented place, above a restaurant. He'd tailed you home like a lost puppy and he didnt stop, not even when you walked in after taking your slippers off.

"Please, please. I'll do anything." It was rare for him to beg. The simple fact was, he hadn't had any sugar in days and was suffering from withdrawal, making him desperate. Even his dark humour was at a low. No one had come knocking on Yorozuya's door for weeks. Business was bad, man.

"There's nothing you have that I want."

Liar, your mind accused.

You wanted a shower. To clean yourself physically and hopefully, mentally. Weeks of having his imaginary hands pleasure you were taking a toll since he was here in person. You needed him out and gone, right now. Or you might say something stupid. Sharp and brisk. That was how you needed to play it, until he left.

Despite his looks and his attitude, however, Gintoki was sharp. He saw through your translucent cover right away. While naive little you was thinking you were fooling him, it was him who was entertaining you. He sensed that you were about to ask him to leave so he decided that it was time to use his trump card.

"Really?" A slow, condescending smirk crossed his lips. He stood barefoot under the archway to your kitchen, having shamelessly invited himself in.

"Yes. Now, please leave. I want to shower." Yes, be all business-like.

To your frustration and rising excitement, Gintoki remained where he was, fixing you with a look.

"I will leave after you answer my question," he promised. Something in his look added, and don't lie to me. "Why did you start making treats for me?"

You swallowed visibly and his smirk turned smug. You were cornered like a bug. Facing potential rapists was scary. Being forced to admit your crush to your crush was on a whole other level of scary. The worst thing was he seemed to know.

How the hell were you going to answer this?

Thankfully, he saved you that part of the embarrassment.

"Are you sure there's nothing you want from me?"

And added humiliation to your already burning face. Great. But his tone wasn't condescending as his smirk was. It was...suggestive.

Panicking, you blurted out, "Money!"

Which prompted a laugh from him.

"You suck at lying." He moved closer to you. You found yourself rooted to the spot, paralyzed in anticipation. Gintoki towered over you. A delicious tingle of fear zipped through your body at his proximity. He raised his hand to your face, dragging his thumb heavily over your bottom lip, the rest of his fingers curled under your chin, tilting your head up to face him. "A kiss as payment?"

You managed to choke out a whispered no, alarmed that he would even suggest something like that. He was so close. You could smell him, feel him. And, God, did you want him.

He raised his eyebrows. "I see. Well, all I offered was a kiss. You have to ask for the rest."

His smirk turned sadistic. You couldn't help the whimper that escaped your lips. He was hardly touching you and yet here you were, already whiny for him. Pent up sexual frustration did this to a person. That and the fact that you were a huge sub, with a flair for masochism. One look was all it took to tell you that Gintoki was a dom, and a rough one at that. You weren't even pretending anymore. There was no more energy left for that.

"I - I want more," you stuttered, breath hitching in your throat.

"More what?" he teased.

Your desires were too embarrassing to say out loud. Your cheeks turned hot, as hot as your body was feeling. He was making you beg for him, just like he was begging you earlier on. How had the tables turned so fast?

Be that so, there was no way you were going to voice out your wishes.

Shy, you forced your head down to break eye contact with him. Gintoki was amused, and aroused. He liked you because you gave him free sweets. And your personality intrigued him. Secretly giving cakes to your crush and hiding to see his face but empty when faced with perverted men. It was your lack of reaction that night that got the rest of his attention.

Dignity. That was it. He saw your dignity that night.

"You said you wanted a shower. Where is the bathroom?" You weren't going to budge unless he took things a step further. Your glance told him all he needed to know. Gintoki led you to the bathroom where he started filling the tub with water. You stood, petrified, to one side when he took out his wooden katana and undid his belt, kimono dropping to reveal the broad shoulders hidden under his shirt. It was a bold move indeed but he wouldn't be doing this if he wasn't completely confident you wanted him as much as he did you.

After fully undressing, he stepped into the warm water and sat down, looking to you expectantly, as though this was his bathroom and you were the guest. He was merciless, eyes boring into you, waiting for you to make a move. You didn't have have choice. And you didn't want to leave him disappointed. It was clear that he wasn't going to give you any privacy to undress so you turned and undid the layers of your kimono and nagajuban. Walking to him and getting into the tub was mortifying. You wanted to be buried alive, skin burning with shame. But any and all awkwardness dissipated once you were settled between his legs and the water sloshed around your bodies. His arms came on either sides of you, curling around your body and pulling you against his chest.

"I like your body," he whispered, nibbling at your ear. Oh, he got comfy right away. Your body seized up at that, unsure how to react. It wasn't until his hands came up to your chest that you finally, finally relaxed, melting into his touch. They were big enough to cup each soft mound perfectly. Your head fell back onto his shoulder and he turned his head, lips brushing the clammy skin on your face. "I wonder what you taste like, my sweet baker."

Did he just call you mine?

Heat had begun pooling at the apex of your legs the moment he'd asked if there was nothing you wanted from him. You knew nothing of his character, save that he had a sweet tooth. Physically, to you, he was sex on legs. That was what drew you to him in the first place. His body, those emotionless eyes, that thick head of silver hair you wanted to pull. You didn't really expect him to reciprocate your desires.

"I d - don't even know your name," you mumbled, struggling to grasp to the last straws of rationality in your head.

"Sakata Gintoki, Yorozuya," he responded. "I've taken and given my fair share of odd favours. But nothing like this." The smile in his voice made you blush. You had to remind yourself that this was nothing, that he was only interested in repaying you for the treats. And, you figured, if this was how he wished to express himself, then maybe you could slip your gratitude in too. Nothing to it.

"Y/n," you said, out of courtesy.

"Good. Now I can control you and you know what name to scream."

You were about to protest when he rolled a nipple between his fingers. Back and forth. A shaky sigh left your mouth. Clearly, he knew what he was doing. Both his hands were busy on your chest, alternating between nipple-tugging and massaging. You adored the way you fit into his palms, breathing deeply to push your chest more into them. Gintoki chuckled, a sound that reverberated from his chest to your back. He angled his head to kiss your jaw lightly, testing the waters. He wanted to see how you liked things. When he got nothing out of you, he ventured lower, finding the tender skin on your neck and sinking his teeth there, sucking hard. You gasped at the sudden suction on your neck, back arching into his welcoming hands.

"Mm!"

"You like it rough," he stated devillishly. He soothed the love bite he'd given you with languid strokes of his tongue. And that was how it was for a while. He bit and suckled at your skin, decorating your neck and shoulders, tongue lapping over the bruise after. Never did his hands stop moving. He massaged your tits to the point where you thought you'd feel lost without them on you.

Once the water had risen to your chest, Gintoki turned the tap off. Relieving his hold on you temporarily, he scooped water in his hands and dumped it over your shoulders, rubbing them after. You were well aware of the length of his hardened manhood digging into your bum cheek. He felt big but you wouldn't know unless you really touched him. Just the thought of that made your muscles clench.

"S - Sakata-san," you said weakly. The fondling was nice. He was definitely skilled at it but he hadn't fulfilled his promise yet. It was driving you nuts, along with the lack of friction down where you much needed it.

"Hmm?"

You made a whining noise. He was having none of it.

"Words," he demanded. His fingers trailed over your skin, making you positively burn for him.

You shook your head.

"Then I guess this is as far as we go," he sighed. The tone of his voice sounded so final that you began to panic. Was he really going to leave you like this, in your own house?

"No, wait!"

He nodded to go on.

"I want you." Never were there truer words. You wanted him in all the ways you could get him.

"Look at me when you say that."

You scraped together all your confidence and shifted your position. From wedged between his long legs you went to straddling his lap, this time facing him. His body was big, broad chest and shoulders all boasting toned muscles. There were multiple scars all over his torso. You leaned in, placing your mouth close to his neck. He stayed perfectly still, allowing you to do as you pleased. For now.

Tentatively, your tongue darted out to taste his skin. He didnt react so you dropped a kiss there, gradually building your confidence until you were brave enough to give him a bite. He shuddered then, holding you by your hips. At his touch, you stopped and raised your head to him, drinking in his features.

"I want you," you repeated, louder this time. He smirked again, making you frustrated. "A - as payment for the sweets, you h - have to give me what I want."

"Which part of me exactly?" he queried lazily.

You swallowed. It was too shameful to say it out loud. "Th - This part." You reached down to stroke his cock, nervous excitement filling you when you realized just how big he was. Gintoki was surprised at your boldness. But he couldn't deny how sexy it was.

"I'll give it to you," he promised. "But you gotta take it like you mean it." His own hand disappeared under the water between your bodies. You felt his probing fingers push past your labia, dragging against your clit and hole. A groan pushed past his lips. It wasn't the water; you were soaked with your arousal and he could feel that, fingers sliding easily into you, as tough you had been waiting to suck them into you. The intrusion of his fingers brought a shuddering sigh forth from you. Your hips responded to his touch, rolling forward.

It had been awhile since you'd been touched by a man. Ugh. Thinking about it made you feel like a loser.

"Dont look down," Gintoki said. His free hand grasped at your chin, tipping your head up. "When you sit on me, look at me."

You swallowed, the heady anticipation of his words sending delightful tingles down your spine.

"Can I take you now?" you asked softly. Not that the way his fingers were curled up in you wasn't blowing your mind. But you were aware of them brushing against your walls and you were getting impatient, eager to feel his cock instead.

Gintoki hummed in approval, nodding. His eyes were lidded, watching your every move intently. He pulled his hand back, waiting. You felt immensely pressured to do things just right, to gain his praise. Shakily, you placed both hands on each side of the tubes edge and lifted yourself over him. There wasn't much space to maneuver in the tub. His body already took up so much space which meant that you had to fully support your weight with your hands, unable to shift your legs. The silver-haired samurai took note of that. He gripped the base of his manhood and guided you over and onto himself. You winced as he stretched you, tore you, forced himself inside of your tight space. It fucking hurt yet at the same time, the sensation of having something so big fill you up was...delicious. like a latex glove fitting over a large hand. You wanted more.

So you let yourself get completely impaled by him before taking a moment to gather yourself. Then you moved. Up and down and up and down, best as you could. He was only out of you for moments before gravity pulled you back down onto him, your breasts bouncing in time with you. Gintoki's eyes were riveted to your chest, mind lost in the wet warmth of your pussy. You seemed clumsy and unsure but to him, you were fucking acing it. He let you have it your way for a bit, just enjoying you before he inevitably took over.

It was hard not to when you were being so good for him.

"Sit, baby," he commanded gruffly, taking your hips and slamming you down on his lap. You cried out, water splashing around you both. Gintoki held you tight, pushing and pulling at your hips, encouraging you to roll them on him, which you did, obediently. Instantly, your arms went around his neck, fingers pushing through his thick hair, jaw slack. His cock was buried deep in you. Combined with your hip movements, he was hitting everywhere inside of you, triggering a flurry of sensations you didn't know existed.

"Mmhhh...hhhh..."

"Feels good, doesn't it?" His voice rumbled in his chest. You nodded, hips moving faster. Gintoki took that as a good sign. Well, he would've moved on either way. Your body made him ravenous and he was going to take what he needed to sate his appetite. He held you tightly and moved. Water spilled out of the tub with his movements. You found yourself beneath him somehow, and still wrapped around his cock snugly. Your back was against the tub now and he was above you, one arm around you, the other holding onto the edge for support. Before you could ask anything, he started to thrust into you. You moaned, uncomfortable pain having disappeared long ago leaving nothing but pleasure. In and out he went, tempo never wavering. You would have preferred him slower though you didn't have the voice to complain, not when he was driving into you so deep and gripping you hard enough to give you bruises.

"Why don't you show me," he grunted, "how much you appreciate this gift of mine? Let me know how good I'm making your pussy feel, hm?"

"Mm, yes, yes." Your body arched into his, clinging onto him, losing yourself to him. Vaginal orgasms were possible for you. He didn't know that, however, and released you to rub at your clit, almost instantly bringing you over the edge. His name left your mouth so loudly - and repeatedly - that it would be a miracle if the neighbours didn't hear.

Gintoki stayed still right then, allowing your cunt to milk him, close to losing it himself when he felt you pulse around him. He never expected you to feel this good and he wasn't sure if he'd be satisfied with just one round. Once your body stopped shuddering, he started to chase his own high, disregarding the state you were in. Hard and fast he came down on you, using you until you scratched at his back, until he tipped over as well, hot seed spilling into you. You kissed his shoulder when he came, relishing the way he crushed you to him, his hot breath over your skin, his twitching cock in your hole.

Would one round of this rough man be enough for you? Not really.

After both of you came back to your senses, Gintoki pulled out of you and slumped back. He didn't make any gestures for you to come to him. You were starting to feel used and silly when finally, he beckoned, pulling you into his embrace with a lazy smile.

[horunicorn]

Oya Oya

Hewwo :3 I have written much smut but this is my first time making it public. Sorry it came out so long. Feel free to point out any mistakes.

Warnings: choking, dominance

The fusuma slammed shut behind you, rattling the shōji across the room, after he'd pushed you rather roughly into his room at the Shinsengumi dorm. You were honestly surprised the kumiko didn't fall apart.

"What the hell, Y/N?"

You curled your lip up at him defiantly. "What?"

"Don't 'what' me," he warned, pacing to and fro in front of the door, clearly agitated. Then again, the man did have a short fuse. "Who gave you permission to hang with the Yorozuya bastard? Is that what you do behind my back?"

His accusation flipped your entire mood over. You were cheeky before; now you were pissed. What right did he have to point fingers at you? After all, he was the one who pushed you to do it. For three weeks, you had been patient while he worked. Of course, since he lived where he worked, it seemed like he was never free, always balancing his vice commander duties in and out of the headquarters. He did ask for your permission before going on cases, to make sure that you were okay with him doing overtime on certain days. And you always assured him that you would wait for him, no matter how busy some days could get. You always told him that it was okay to put his job first when he needed to. But that didn't mean he could take advantage of your understanding, did it?

The guy was smarter than most; he picked up on hints and cues effortlessly, especially if they were from you. So why had he been so oblivious to your subtle advances these past weeks?

"Who are you to tell me who I can or cannot be friends with?" you snapped back, temper flaring.

"You know very well who I am and what I can and cannot do," he answered, a little condescendingly.

"Yeah, well, you should also know that Gin-san gives me way more attention than you do," you uttered rashly. It was how you felt on the inside. After so many days of neglect by Hijikata, Gintoki's friendly affection towards you had you hooked in like fish to bait. Every smile and head smack he gave you fed your growing hunger for a man you couldn't get to and yet you still went on with it. You hung around Gintoki, longing for Hijikata, for something physical, just to take away the ache of missing the vice commander.

"What did you say?" Hijikata's tight voice betrayed the anger that was sparking inside him. The thought of you just being in Gintoki's presence was enough to provoke him. Confirmation that you let him touch you - nevermind if it was just playful shoves or shoulder bumping - flooded his vision with red. "You let him touch you?"

You scoffed at his ridiculous jealousy. "I'm not a slut. All Gin-san did was listen to me when I was alone. He kept me company."

True, you worked eight hours a day but the tiredness didn't mean that you didn't want to talk late into the night.

"Company, huh?" Hijikata crossed the room to stand in front of you so fast that you had to double check the spot he was previously at, just to be sure. He was a head taller than you. Now that he was all riled up, his presence was intimidating, especially since you had to look up to meet his eyes. "It just had to be him?"

You knew better. If you let him go on, you would have angry make up sex in seconds. This was a matter that needed talking through, not blind fucking. You pushed him away harshly, much to his surprise.

"We're not in a movie, Hijikata." Ah, using his family name when you were alone was never a good sign. "You can't just fuck me and be done with it."

A thought crossed your mind. Maybe it wasn't that he was busy. Maybe it was you who had done things wrongly. If you hadn't dropped all those stupid hints and just came straight forward with your needs, you needn't have had to feel the pain of ignorance from him. Your low self-esteem came racing back to you.

It was my fault. I didn't talk to him.

"I'm sorry," you choked out, turning away from him. Your sudden change in demeanor startled him but it wasn't something he hadn't experienced before.

Just like that, his anger melted away. He stepped towards you, pulling your reluctant form into his arms.

"You shouldn't have to apologize for anything," Hijikata sighed, one hand carefully cupping the back of your head. When his temper wasn't in the way, he saw things much clearer. "It was wrong of me to accuse you like that, especially since I know how much I've been neglecting you. I just didn't like the fact that of all the people to go to attention for, it was him." Hijikata said him with visible distaste. You relaxed against him, calmer now that he was no longer angry, that he had assured you it was not your fault.

"But I like him," you protested.

"Could you not like anyone else?"

"You hate everyone else, except the gorilla and he's infatuated with Otae-chan."

"Are you saying you'd go to Kondo-san if you could?" Hijikata teased, instantly lightening the atmosphere.

With that you ducked out of his embrace. "Please. I don't do stalkers." Hijikata was quick to catch you again though, this time from behind. He placed a gentle kiss to the shell of your ear.

"If you hadn't gotten caught today," he began, "I would have shown my appreciation for your patience in a different way."

"You have something planned?" you asked excitedly, happy that he had been thinking of you too.

"I did," he confirmed in the past tense. "But I can't get Yorozuya's stupid smug face out of my mind."

You knew all too well why. You knew that hanging out with Gintoki came with a punishment if you were caught. Before you could respond, Hijikata had a hand locked around your neck, with pressure not enough to choke but just enough that made swallowing difficult.

"Sometimes I think you let yourself get caught on purpose," he went on in a low voice, free hand travelling down your left arm and tugging it behind your back. He had you in a hold you didn't have any intention of breaking out of. Indeed, just the feeling of his hand on your throat had you weak at the knees, ready to be ruined by him.

"T - Tōshi," you managed, voice strangled by the hand on your windpipe. "Hard to... breathe."

"But you like this, don't you?" He purred. "You want to be choked like the little slut you are."

Oh, there was no denying how much his words were turning you on. Getting choked with his hand was good. Getting choked on his cock was better and you were more than eager for it.

"Choke... me with... your...cock..." Earlier misgivings forgotten, you wanted nothing more than for him to use you. It was all you had wanted since using Gintoki as a filler. His attention.

"Mm, I don't think so, baby girl," he murmured, finally releasing you from his hold only to take your hand and drag you down onto his futon. "I want to give, not take. And I expect thanks."

Translation: I will fuck you senseless and you will be vocal about it.

"Dont you think you can punish me better if - " Your question was cut short by a gasping inhale. Hijikata had somehow managed to loosen the knots of the date-jime that held your nagajuban and kimono together amidst everything and was now shamelessly pushing his fingers between your damp labia, hand disappearing in the folds of the cloth. Immediately, your hips moved up, asking for more when he'd barely begun. He murmured an amused "oya oya" upon finding the absence of underwear on you.

"I think you've been wetter than this, haven't you?" Deviously, Hijikata poked two fingers into your hole without any warning. There hadn't been much foreplay but could you really complain when you were swallowing his fingers like the greedy whore you were? He pulled his fingers out along with your arousal and spread it over your clit, rubbing in tantalizing circles, like a taunt.

"You're going to tease me," you stated, breathless already.

"Just for now," he promised, the sensitive nub slipping between his pointer finger and middle finger. Your nerve endings fired, sending thick coils of pleasure up your body. Again, your hips moved up.

Hijikata chose that moment to take his hands off of you. He sat back on his heels, hands placed perfectly on his lap. Disheveled and disgruntled, you forced your pleasure-weak body into motion, sitting up with your kimono loose around you, one side sliding down to bare a shoulder.

This was no dream: your body had flaws everywhere. Beauty marks on your skin, scars from being clumsy, skin that wasn't silky smooth or creamy white. You felt very small when you walked past some women on the streets but Hijikata always made you feel perfect. He loved every one of your imperfections, which encouraged you at times like these.

"Frustrated?" he smirked and you wondered just what he was playing at. Unbothered, you knee-walked closer, until you were parked right in front of him. Your hands grasped at the lapels of his uniform jacket. The familiar musk of cigarette smoke wafted up your nostrils, further turning you on. His gaze was hot on you; you could feel it despite not looking at him. Deliberate in your movements, you pushed the jacket off then proceeded to unbutton his vest and undo the knot of the white scarf around his neck. You were busy working on his shirt when he caught your hand, bringing it up to his mouth.

The contact of the softness of his lips against your skin made your thoughts fuzzy. His stare lingered on you and your restraint broke. You crashed your lips into his, claiming your pleasure, trying to pacify your desire for him. He indulged you, using a hand to hold your head steady. You kissed and kissed until there was no more breath to breathe between the both of you.

Hijikata pulled back first, dragging a thumb across your lower lip. It was such an intimate move, hinting at the lust he had for you; that was all it took for you to go into full 'I need you now' mode. Impatient, you shoved him back and shimmied up his body, brazenly rocking your hips, smearing your arousal onto his white shirt. Obviously, he felt your dampness through the material and gripped your hips to stop you from moving. The sight of you grinding above him was too much for his already tortured mind. Everything had to go. Now.

Soon you were balancing above him, the tip of his hard cock pressing at your slick entrance. You braced your hands on his broad chest, breath controlled as you slowly sat down on him, the length of him sliding into you inch by inch until your ass touched his lap. The sensation of him in you never failed to make you moan. His girth, his length, everything was just enough to fill up your tight hole.

"My sweet girl," Hijikata murmured, eyes half lidded. "I'd nearly forgotten how good you feel around me." He held onto your hips. "Move for me."

At his demand, you lifted yourself off and back down again, whimpering at the discomfort. Yeah, he was definitely big. Without your weekly routine, your body needed time to get used to him again. It didn't take long, though. Hijikata's soft encouragement and touch had you thirsting for more in no time. You got used to the stretch, gaining momentum and confidence as you moved. No longer did it sting; there was nothing but pleasure with the way you had him sliding in and out of you. Every time you rose left his cock slicker than before, layer upon layer of your arousal coating him.

When your legs got tired, you resorted to bouncing, biting your lip when your ass slapped against his skin in the sexiest way. Hijikata was in awe beneath you. His blue eyes were dark, lips parted in heavy breaths. First his eyes fixed on the way he was entering you, on the way your sweet pussy just swallowed his cock. His rough hands roved up your stomach, fingers dancing over your jumping breasts. That was the second thing he stared at. The soft mounds of flesh on your chest that bounced along with you made his cock twitch. Then he looked at your face. At the way you bit your lip, the pleasure in your expression. Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to dominate you.

The feeling swept over him. Having you on top was incredible, especially since he knew you could control the depth and angle of his entrance. But he needed to have you his way. He couldn't yet explain why.

You cried out in surprise when he sat up abruptly, forcing you to remain still on his lap. You pressed your chest to his, feeling him move along with you, in you. The movement brought on a whole new sensation that made you scratch his chest with a low moan.

"Can he do that?" Hijikata asked, voice thick with lust. And something else. He knew now why he needed dominance over you.

"Who - What?" You couldn't register his words and the meaning behind them at first, not until he flipped you both over in a practiced move and he rolled his hips into you, hitting every unclaimed spot within you. Your legs came around his hips.

"Can that silver haired idiot do this? Make you feel this good?" He pulled back slightly, only to plunge back into you with a jolt that pushed another moan from your mouth.

"N - No. Tōshi..."

Hijikata pulled at your hips, angling your lower body upwards and began thrusting into you, going deep and hard each time. He knew very well that at this angle, each slide of his cock was sure to brush your g-spot. And each time his pelvis met yours, the head of his throbbing cock would carass the tip of your cervix, making you buck your hips even further up.

Seeing you this way only fuelled his unneeded jealousy for a rival that was hardly a threat.

"I bet he can't," he agreed gruffly. "He doesn't know your body, does he? Doesn't know how my baby girl likes it. Tell me." Hijikata drove deep, pushing his own hips up. You choked on a moan, hands tight around his wrists. "Who's making you feel good?"

You were unable to answer, eyes in danger of closing, body on the brink of orgasm. As if fucking him wasn't hot enough. No, jealous Hijikata was even better. His need to hear your verbal confirmation of just how good he could drill you was heightening the entire experience.

Hijikata wrapped a big hand around your throat, forcing you to meet his steely gaze.

"Who?" he demanded.

A lone tear rolled down your cheek and you knew once you opened your mouth, you'd be begging. "Y - You, Tōshi. You're making me feel good. Fucking my pussy so good."

He smirked in satisfaction. There was no need to hold back now. With demonic speed, probably living up to his title, Hijikata slammed into you, hips snapping back and forth furiously. He hadn't even gotten to rub your clit yet and you came undone, pulsing around his cock, sinful moans falling from your mouth along with his name.

"One more time," he urged, tempted to stop and savour the way you were contracting around him. Snug in your warm wetness. He was close. Too close to stop. He spit on your clit and rubbed it in tight circles, coaxing yet another orgasm out of you. This was too much after the first and his name left you in screams, your body spasming, legs jerking. The sight of you being ruined by him did it. A few more thrusts and he fell on top of you, hugging your trembling body close as waves of pleasure crashed over him. He bit your shoulder, hard, enjoying the feeling of his seed leaving him and filling you. The others might not be at the sleeping quarters but you doubted that your screams hadn't reached the main block.

Once you both felt calm enough to move, Hijikata carefully extracted himself from you, using his scarf to wipe off any semen that came leaking out of you. You laid your head on his clammy chest.

"I'd never cheat," you said blatantly.

Hijikata pushed a hand through your messy hair, staring up at the ceiling. "I know. I just... wish I could have been there for you. I know it's not fair, having to always put up with my work."

"You're here now." You turned your head to smile up at him and he returned it with one of his own rare ones. The kind that took your breath away and reminded you of how different he could be around you. "Won't the others be looking for you?"

"Let them," he sighed. "I've been long overdue for a day off anyway." There was a brief pause, as though he were thinking things over. "Can I take you out?"

Your heart skipped a beat, delighted that you both could finally spend quality time together. Not that mindless fucking wasn't fun but normal couple stuff had to come in somewhere.

You smoothed your hand over the skin on his chest, loving how only you were allowed to touch him this way. "Yeah, you can."

[horunicorn]

i’m so so so happy requests are open because i’ve been wanting to request this ever since i found your blog !!! may i request fukuzawa with a breeding & daddy kink? your fukuzawa writings are my favorite writings in the whole world!

oh !! this is the person who requested the fukuzawa breeding kink drabble, i thought my req was too vague so i thought maybe he had a hard day at work and he needs to relieve some stress ?? also include heavy degradation if you can !! sorry for being too difficult!!! 

🎠  character, fandom, type of reader: fukuzawa yukichi, bungou stray dogs, woman reader

🎠   genre, rating: nsfw, 18+ only.

🎠   themes, triggers: explicit descriptions, dominant themes, heavy degradation, humiliation, breeding kink, daddy kink

🎠   author’s note: hey ! thanks for sending in the specifics, it really helped me out a lot ! no need to apologize ~ i hope you enjoy this smutty little number. it really just... gets the point lol. 

with your hands placed firmly on his chest fukuzawa placed kisses tenderly across your neck and exposed chest. his kisses were fervent and fueled with greater intentions. when he paid attention to your lips he ensured to slip his tongue into your mouth and when he parted a string of saliva connected the two of you as one. you laid there on the bed completely at his disposal. he had removed most of your clothing aside from the lace panties you decided to tease him with. fukuzawa’s length was hard between your legs. you felt it throb underneath the fabric of his briefs. you opened your legs wider to feel more and more of him.

“is that how badly do you want it?” he asked you through gritted teeth. despite how eager fukuzawa was he never wasted time on foreplay. he enjoyed watching you squirm underneath him. the kitten like sounds that left your lips; your eyes struggling to remain open as he teased you further and further. he lowered himself enough for your breasts to press against his chest. he whispered in your ear, “use your words kitten, tell me how badly you want me to fuck you.”

you licked your lips. “i want it so bad daddy, please.” you moaned into his mouth. your fingers tangled into his grey hair and you looked at his lust-filled expression. only moments ago he explained the overwhelming amount of stress he was dealing with at work. the presence of the guild and the nuisance of the port mafia were beginning to irritate him. in order for fukuzawa to earn some relief you decided to tease him and it was only fated that you’d end up underneath not only him but his command.

fukuzawa lifted himself from your body and removed his briefs to reveal his hardened cock. you clenched your jaw in anticipation. you yearned for his impressive length to enter inside of you. fukuzawa’s eyes observed your body laying on the bed waiting, begging for him to devour. he kept his eyes fixated on your closed entrance where a visible wet spot had formed. “what a vulgar body you have kitten. you’re already soaking from teasing alone.” with two fingers he touched the wet spot. the feeling of his touch made you bring your knees up. you opened your legs wider, “please fukuzawa,”

“have you forgotten how to address me?” he questioned you with a bit of offense in his voice. “address me correctly and tell me how hungry you are for me. explain to me how badly you want me inside of you like the lewd fucking whore you are.” the words he said ripped through his mouth. you saw his chest huff and puff and his cock twitch. the ultimate power he reigned over you turned him on and you felt yourself grow even wetter.

“the wet spot in your panties spread.” fukuzawa noted with his finger still pressed firmly on your clothed clit. “do you like when i yell at you? when daddy tells you how much of a lewd body you have?” you swallowed harshly, “i love it when you fill me up daddy. i love the feeling of you inside of me.”

fukuzawa leaned in close to you once more. he placed a kiss on your lips, a gentle one. when he parted he replaced his lips with his index finger. “how sweet of you to say kitten, i think i should reward you.” you nodded your head quickly. your eager response made fukuzawa chuckle. “ah, that’s what i thought. how much of a slut are you y/n?” the older gentleman pulled both your legs in order for your body to come closer with his. he traced the tip of cock on the entrance of your folds. immediately you heard the sound of wetness fukuzawa didn’t hesitate to mention it. “do you hear that? i haven’t put myself inside of you and you already sound so wet.”

with a grunt fukuzawa placed his entire length inside of you. considering how wet you were he didn’t need to push into you slowly. your pussy welcomed him in without any trouble and the second he began to thrust you clenched around him. his thrusting picked up speed and as it did a trail of low moans left fukuzawa’s lips. his moans melted with yours, that were much louder and pronounced. he kept hitting the place that brought you the most pleasure and the sounds that were leaving your mouth were involuntary.

fukuzawa grabbed both your thighs and opened your legs wider. “look at my cock going inside of you.” mustering up enough strength to lift your head you looked at his cock drilling in and out of your entrance. your juices were combining with his and the sloshing sound of your pussy mixed with your skin slapping against his; made you fall further down the path of euphoria.

“you said you like it when you feel my cock inside of you, huh?” he used his thumb to rub circles around your clit. “how about i cum inside of you and fill you up with my cum.” he leaned in forward and your lips crashed into his. you moaned into his mouth and he simply chuckled. “look at that face. you like it that much huh? you --- you want me to fill up your pussy with my cum and make you  pregnant?” you threw your head back and sobbed at the intense pleasure fukuzawa was treating you with.

“yes!” you cried out in response, “yes daddy please -- fill me up.” fukuzawa grunted his hips were crashing into yours at such an intense speed. you felt his dick twitch inside of you as it always did when he was reaching his peak. “fucking whore.” he moaned out. the sight of fukuzawa experiencing as much pleasure as you did encouraged you to move your hips as well. you watched as his own body twitched and dropped forward. his hands gripped the sheets underneath you, “fuck” he whined out.

he was close and as were you. “cum inside me daddy, fill me up.” you encouraged. “whore” he said again in response. “you fucking whore, fucking cumslut.” in a state of pleasurable delirium you could only agree to his degradation. feeling yourself get closer and closer to your peak you wrapped your legs around fukuzawa’s waist. with the feeling of his cock full inside of you, you tangled your fingers into his hair and moaned out in pleasure. the moan only increased in volume when fukuzawa finally came inside of you.

the spurts of cum shooting into the deepest parts of you made you shudder in euphoria. your body twitched underneath his and even after the two of you came, you held one another. “you feel so good.” fukuzawa mumbled into the crook of your neck. “you take me so well.” he then added. “who does this body belong to? hm, who’s pussy is this?”

you held fukuzawa tighter. “yours daddy. it’s all yours.”

[horunicorn]

Imagine when

He palms your cheek, thumb slowly stroking the angled bone there

He spins you around to hug you from behind

He cups your breasts with one hand while the other is tight around your midsection

He whispers "I love you" like a fervent prayer in your ear

His hands go south, resting on the curve of your hips

He leads you to his bed and pushes you down on it, crawling over you after, the heat and weight of him making you needy, making you bite your lip

And he says, "only I'm allowed to bite your lip"