#⊹ ���ﾟ꒰ఎ pooh’s reqs ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

[poohbea]

Hi Mun! I didn’t see a character limit so I’ll kindly ask for a headcanon of the JJK men kissing their partners and types of kisses they enjoy! Lmk if this is too much 🙏🏻 I hope it’s ok!

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒.

feat: gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, nanami kento, choso kamo, sukuna ryomen

content: fem!reader, implied smut, fluff, implied relationships, public teasing, pet names (baby, pretty (girl), doll, sweetheart, etc.), spanking, light choking

note from pooh: hi my love of course, no there isn't a character limit 😂 so your req is just fine. sorry this took so long hahaha, i had to figure out what to actually write for this since it's my first time doing a multi-character piece, but i think i got it figured out… sorta. so basically it consists of three key words, a brief overview of their kissing style, and then a scenario of said kissing style in action/what it would look like in a scene (it kinda felt better to do it like this so you wouldn’t have to read the same sentences about kissing over and over, hopefully my point still comes across). i’ve based their kissing styles/types on their personalities — also please take the keywords with a grain of salt, there is only so many words to describe how someone kisses and it was difficult 😂 if any sound weird or funny it’s because i couldn’t find a better word, i’m sorry in advance.

should we do a part 2? i have another list of six characters to do next so let me know.

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ᝰ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

playful, teasing and passionate

Gojo is the type to make a game out of kissing you, whether it be in public or in private he’s always finding an excuse to ensnare you with his lips.

“Gojo,” He breaks your oncoming lecture with a teasing peck to your lips, cornering you in the darkest recess of the booth, ensuring that no one could see… well for the most part anyway. “We’re in public—“ Again he interrupts you, smiling as he sees you pout. “Satoru, I swear when we get out of here…”

“You’ll do what, baby?” He chuckles, hand sneaking beneath your dress, tracing mindless circles up your inner thigh. “Aw, don’t hide from me.” His lips path your jaw, each kiss sending a pulse down your spine, his fingers, that now lay dangerously close to your panty line, not aiding in your partially inebriated state.

Your ensuing moan makes him smirk, hips grinding into his digits subtly, but not subtle enough to go unnoticed. “Careful baby, we don’t need the whole restaurant seeing my hand between these pretty thighs, now do we?” All you could muster was a hushed whine as he applied gentle pressure to your clit.

He loved making you squirm, especially in public. The simple press of his lips against your neck, the teasing flick of his tongue along the shell of your ear and the chaste pinch of his teeth at your collar bone. All enough to render you to nothing more than a desperate, wanting mess.

“Satoru.”

“Yes, pretty girl?” The question comes in the form of a whisper, a devious smile plastered on the man’s lips as he continues his ministrations beneath the table.

Curiosity overcomes him as you turn, the close proximity allowing your breath to meld with his in your silence. In all honesty he was growing antsy. His own teasing riled him up to the point where he was close to just taking your food to go, but he made you a promise.

“Let’s go.” You say as if reading his mind. And with that, his lips finally meet yours in a passionate kiss, one that almost knocks the air clean from your lungs.

ᝰ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

enticing, intoxicating, commanding

Geto is a mysterious man, one who likes to take change and enjoy the way you melt at the touch of his lips against yours.

“Suguru, please.” He’d only kissed you once and yet you were already begging for more. A thick fog of lust blanketing your mind as you attempt to draw him closer, not that that was even possible considering you were already chest to chest.

His tongue parts your lips as he delves deeper into you, fingers laced in your hair to prevent your unlikely escape. He was a drug and you were his addict, you needed him, craved him. The intoxication was too great to deny even he knew that, but fuck was it still captivating to hear your desperate whimpers. To witness the shiver of your body that seethed at each press of his lips against your own.

“Tell me what you want, my love.” He breathes as you part, teeth capturing your bottom lip playfully, daring you to return to the tempting prison of his kiss.

“More.” Was all you could muster, whining as he prolongs the intermission. “I need more, please.”

With a smirk he closes the already minuscule space between your faces, ghosting his lips oh so temptingly against yours. “So come and get it, sweetheart.”

ᝰ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

dominant, deep, heated

Now I’m sure we’re all aware of just how overwhelming this man can be, he exudes dominance and it’s very present in the way he kisses you.

“So perfect.” Toji mumbles against your pillowy lips, hands perched on your ass as they squeeze the supple flesh.

He swallows your gasp as soon as it sounds, opting to pin you firmly into the mattress. His tongue dances with yours in a routine only he could lead, for he knew it better than anyone. A tango of unimaginable desire and you were just along for the ride.

“Toji-“ Your cries only egg him on, ego inflating further as you fail to kiss him back, unable to withstand the eagerness of his lips.

“That’s it doll, moan for me just like that. Tell me who makes you feel this good.” You hick as he kisses you deeper, your mind overwhelmed by his formidable presence.

Each high-pitched moan fueled the fire roaring in the pit of his stomach. The very one that threatens to ravage you mercilessly in the heat of the moment, setting both you and Toji alight in a blaze of pure licentious bliss.

ᝰ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

tender, mollifying, loving

Oh, Nanami, sweet perfect Nanami. This man gives the most tender kisses, you can feel every pleasant thought, every silent ’I love you’, every ounce of adoration this man has for you is relayed in his kisses.

After a long day's work, Nanami looks forward to coming home to you the most. To drop all his belongings at the door in search of you, blindly mapping the layout of his home as he listens for your presence. A hum, music, the tapping of a keyboard. He finds you content behind your desk, so focused on your work you don’t even notice him in the doorway.

As he steps through the threshold your gaze shifts, a smile gracing your glossy lips before they part in greeting. However, before you could get a word out, Nanami takes your face in his hands, pulling you from your chair to meet his lips in a soft yet ardent kiss. The hardships of the day dissipate with each slip of his tongue, your body relaxing into him as he draws you closer.

When you finally part, he lays a kiss on your forehead, practically falling to his knees as he succumbs to exhaustion.

You chuckle softly, joining him on the floor. “Rough day?” He sighs as you lay his head on your chest, fingers combing through his disheveled locks.

He meets your gaze silently, hand cupping your cheek to peck your lips. “Not when you’re here.”

ᝰ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

possessive, leading, warm

Choso is a soft spoken man, however, that doesn’t mean his kisses are soft. On the contrary he’s quite possessive when it comes to you.

“Choz- mmph!” He cuts you off with a fervent kiss, your back hitting the wall of the entryway.

He guides your hands to his hair, his own arching your back as he draws your hips against his. The memory of that fucker’s gaze on your lips drove him further, adamant to get his admittedly childish point across.

“You’re mine, right baby?” He mumbles against you, your breath shallow against his skin.

“Yes, but what was that for?” Warmth radiates from his flushed skin, contemplation evident in his eyes as he fails to respond. “Choso…”

“I needed to prove a point.” The answer silences you, your confused expression soon brightening in the form of a giddy smile. “What?” He whines, absentmindedly kissing the corners of your lips.

“You’re a dork.” You giggle, drawing him into a kiss once more, this one warmer and devoid of the frustration he’d harboured for so long.

ᝰ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

authoritative, carnal, ravenous

Sukuna doesn’t play games, he might at times just to tease you like Gojo (only ten times worse), but that gets old quickly. Sukuna will ravage you without mercy, you will be gasping for air by the time he’s done kissing you.

You weren’t sure what exactly set him off, maybe it was the skirt you wore while grocery shopping, maybe it was because you weren’t wearing anything underneath, or maybe it was the fact that you bent over in said skirt right in front of him.

Whatever it was, had lead you here, straddling Sukuna in the backseat of his car at 10 pm in an empty parking lot, his tongue down your throat, hands unashamedly gripping handfuls of your ass as he forcibly rubbed your clit against his growing bulge.

“‘Kuna, ‘m thawry.” You babble between brief breaths, his lips the gate-keeper of your vocabulary. He was hearing none of it.

With a harsh smack to your ass you gasp, assisting in the insertion of his tongue deeper down your throat. Your nails dig into his biceps as he continues, unbothered by your pleas for separation.

As mad as he was, he couldn’t deny the carnivorous hunger circulating his mind whilst watching you saunter around in that skirt of yours. It took everything in him not to fuck you in the frozen food isle, even more so when you bent over just a little too far, your pretty pussy begging to be touched.

But that would have to wait.

“‘Kuna.” Again he slaps your ass, his free hand clasping the back of your neck when you attempt to flee.

When he’s finally had enough he relaxes against the headrest, both your lips plump and rosy. Lightheaded, you breathe deeply, forehead pressed gently against his own. “Learnt your lesson?” He chuckles darkly, eyes just as dark in their overly dilated state. When you don’t answer he wraps a large hand around your throat, lips grazing yours in warning.

“Yes.” You sigh, breathing finally returning to normal.

“Good, now let’s go home and finish what you started.”

tag: @getosarea, @gardenof-venus, @sailewhoremoon, @okhotel, @xharia, @sakinotfound, @protectpancakes, @erentoes, @hoohoohope

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[poohbea]

Hello if your request are still open for the sunroom can I ask for you to write a Ken "draken" Ryuguji smut where the reader is on the chubby side which she is a little insecure about but Draken loves her just the way she is. Kinks being: daddy, choking, ass smacking, pet names, and if your comfortable squirting if not that's fine. Ps. Hope your having a great day or night.

wordcount: 2k (i'm sorry but i'm not)

content: boyfriend!draken, chubby fem!reader, body worship, spanking, pet names (baby girl, sweetheart, etc.), lots of praise, daddy kink, choking, squirting, fluff (draken just giving you allll the affection), angst (reader cries over her insecurities), unprotected sex (use protection kids)

― synopsis: draken loves to cook, especially for you. But one night he notices you're not eating, come to find out you feel insecure about your weight. He decides to show you how he feels about it.

note from pooh: hi my love, thank you for the req (yes they are still open ♡). of course i can do squirting how could i not? my day is going wonderful, you've made my day actually with your req, it gave me an excuse to write 'body worship'. As a chubby girl myself i can relate hard to this lmao.

Hope you enjoy♡

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"y/n!" Draken called, placing the last plate of food on the table. "Dinner's ready!" He smiled at the spread of all your favourites cooked to perfection, the aroma filling the house in a mouth watering wave of flavours.

Your footsteps sound from upstairs, followed by a playfully drawn out. "Coming!" As you rounded the corner to the dinning room you stopped and give him a suspicious look. "What's all this?"

"What I can't cook a feast for my baby?" His hands dusted on the black apron still handing from his neck, the same one you bought for his birthday last year even though he told you he didn't need it.

He pulls out a chair for you, kissing your cheek as you sat down. "You can take the apron off 'Ken." You giggled at him as he fussed over the food.

The cloth is thrown over his chair as he takes his own seat, eying the way you hesitated to touch the bowl of pasta in front of you. "You okay?" When the question brought a shy smile upon your face he knew something was off, you weren't one to waver when it came to food, especially his cooking.

Your head shakes dismissively. "Yeah, no I'm okay." He watches you dish out a small amount of pasta, doing the same with the rest of the food on the table. Now he definitely knew something was wrong.

Dinner progressed in a mix of conversation and prolonged silence, all the while you picked at your food, eating slower than usual. You hadn't even gone back for seconds when he did. Fed up with your weird behaviour he set his fork down with an audible clatter, shooting you an interrogating stare.

"What's wrong?" The question came out stern this time, only because he knew you'd try and play it off again.

"It's nothi-"

"I don't want to hear 'it's nothing', I'm not blind y/n. What. Is. Wrong?" He bites, leg bouncing impatiently as you sat their mute, with a flustered expression.

"Ken-"

"I'll ask you one more time." His eyes narrow, stoic gaze never leaving yours. "What's the matter?"

With a heavy sigh you finally break. "I'm just... feeling really insecure." You trail off, shying away from his intimidating figure.

He kisses his teeth in annoyance, tired of you dodging the question. "Come again?"

"I'm feeling really insecure." You repeat louder.

There was a heavy silence as he eyed you like you were stupid, giving you a once, no twice over from across the table. "About?" He presses, arms crossing over his chest.

"My weight." The look of shame on your face made his heart hurt. He didn't mean to be another problem that made you upset, but how was he supposed to help you if you refused to tell him what was bothering you?

His face softened before letting out a soft exhale. "Baby girl, look at me." As your head turns he can see tears pooling in your eyes, a sight that had him out of his seat and kneeling in front of you, cupping your face in his hands. "Who made you feel like that? What happened?"

"I did..." You reply as a tear rolls down your cheek. "I was looking in the mirror and... I just hate what I see, it's just- fuck. How do you even find me attractive?!"

Draken thumbs away the tears now freely rolling down your face, silently listening as you let out your frustrations. This wasn't new to him, it was something that came up frequently during the beginning of your relationship. You'd constantly question him and his intentions, whether he really liked you, loved you, despite you not being as 'skinny' as other girls he was around at work. Every time he gave you the same answer.

"I love you, for all that you are." He whispered, laying kisses on your face. "You know that right?" You nodded weakly with a sniffle, trying to force a smile at his words.

Standing, he takes your hands in his and pulls you into a hug, a hand laying protectively on the back of your head as he lets you cry into his chest. He wished you could see yourself from his point of view, how your smile brought light into his darkest days, or how your eyes made him weak, don't even get him started on your body.

He could spend hours exploring every single nook and cranny your form had to offer and he had. Somehow he was always finding something new every single time, whether it be how sensitive your lower back was, that scar on your left thigh, or just how fucking soft you were whenever he held you in his hands. Were you perfect? Maybe not to everyone else or to yourself, but to him you were everything he wanted and more.

"Shh, let it out sweetheart." He cooed, placing a kiss in your hair while he rubbed your back to calm you down enough to speak. "Can I show you something?"

You look up at him, puffy eyed and flushed. He could've kissed that sad look off your face then and there. With a nod you reply. "Sure."

He guides you up the stairs to your shared bedroom, stopping at the side of the bed. "Lay down for me." You comply, laying on your back, anxious and shy. He lays delicate kisses between your thighs - a favourite pass time of his - slowly making his way up your body before propping himself up on his side next to you. "Now, focus on me and listen."

A smile curves his lips as you giggle softly at his words. He was being corny, he knew that, but he couldn't care less. His hand trails up your arm, to your collar bone, wrapping gently around your throat to make you look him in the eye. "You wanna know how I feel about your body?"

Nodding your head he lets go of your neck and leads your hand closest to him to his pants, where he his hard cock strained against the zipper. "This is how you make me feel, every hour of every day."

Your breath came out shaky against his lips. "Ken..." As his name rolls off your tongue he presses his lips against yours gently, polite and cautious. You were upset, he knew he'd have to take it slow first.

Kind of.

His hand returned to your throat, pulling you into him. He parted your lips with his tongue, relishing in the soft moan that escaped you as his wet muscle danced with yours. Fuck your lips were soft, like he was kissing a damn cloud with the way they melted into his own.

He rolled you on top of him, trapping his hips between your plush thighs as you straddled him. Your pussy was hot against his cock even through the clothes you both still had on, and the longer he kissed you the hotter it grew. His hips rock into yours, running his hands over your body, hard-on teasing your clit over and over enough that you struggled to keep kissing him back as you moaned into his mouth. He loved how responsive you were.

"Clothes off." He demanded between kisses, soon forming a pile of garments on the floor. His eyes rake over your body hungrily, drinking in the way your hips curved when you sat on his lap like this, not to mention how fucking delicious your tits looked, perfect handfuls, nipples begging to be in his mouth. "So fucking gorgeous baby, look at you. A whole goddess in my lap right now."

You couldn't stop the smile that broke out on your lips at his use of the word 'goddess', a word you seemed very fond of as of late. "Shut up..." You whine.

Draken chuckles at your bashful nature, giving your ass a squeeze in appreciation. "How can I stop when you're lookin' at me like that?"

You tilt your head at him playfully, rocking your slit against his cock. "Like what?"

"Like that." He hisses, biting his lip as your cunt slide over the tip of his dick at a painfully slow pace. "Fuck, baby girl." His grip on your ass tightened in an attempt to ground himself through the torture you subjected him to.

"What's wrong daddy?" The sweetness in your voice washed away any sort of resolve he still managed to hold onto. You were in for it now.

Moving his hands from your ass to the crease where your thighs met your hips, he halted your movements entirely. "Lift." He simply says, completely ignoring your question. Obediently you raise your hips enough that he's able to position his cock at your entrance, wet and dripping for him. His gaze fixes to yours as he speaks. "Show me how a goddess rides this dick, baby."

Your mouth hangs open as you sink down onto him, cock nestling deep inside your pussy. His palm meets your ass in a loud smack as you rode him, leant over and bouncing that ass to your own rhythm. He cups your breast in one hand, taking a hard nipple in his mouth, tongue circling the sensitive bud while the other hand gripped your ass. You gasp as he gently bites, smoothing his tongue over your nipple before doing the same to the other.

This view never got old, you riding him, the sound of your ass clapping against his hips, your warm skin pressed against his. How could he ever see you as anything but perfect? "That's it baby girl, ride daddy's dick, just like that, with that perfect ass." He moaned, smacking your ass in encouragement, tempted to leave his handprint on the skin.

"Fuck, daddy." You cry into his shoulder, fingers digging into the sheets beside his head as his cock slid along your walls, hitting that spongy spot that made your toes curl.

"My perfect girl, always making daddy feel so fucking good." He sends another smack against your ass, loving the little squeak you let out as he did. Your movement's grew slower, tired and legs sore but still fucking yourself on him like you didn't want to stop. Draken took that as his cue to take over. "Lean back, baby, yeah just like that put your hands on my thighs."

You looked down at him with a fucked out expression, beads of sweat rolling between the valley of your breast and down to your naval. You really had no idea just how fucking incredible you were, you could've asked him for anything just by looking at him like that and he'd give it to you without question.

"Grind, baby girl." He continued, running a thumb over your clit. Using him as leverage, your hips roll in time with his that fucked up into you while he continued his ministrations on your clit, head lulling back as you moaned his name repeatedly. "That's it sweetheart. If only you could see yourself right now, fuck." He finds your neck and squeezes, your smaller hand wrapping around his wrist for balance.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum." You hicked, feeling a knot forming at your core.

"Yeah? Me too, sweetheart." With the way you were tightening around him, your high was fast approaching. He picks up his pace on your clit, that being the final nudge you needed to push you over the edge.

"Oh my- fuck!" Falls from your lips, your arousal making a mess as you squirt all over his cock, the sight alone has him painting your plush walls in cum soon after.

"y/n!" He moans, fingers imprinted into the skin your things with how hard he'd gripped them. His cock twitched as he came hard, almost losing himself in the process as your pussy milked him for all he had.

You collapse on top of him, spent and sensitive with his cock still inside of you. Draken instinctively wraps his arms around you, listening to your rapid breaths against his neck as you both come down.

"I love you," he huffs through shallow breaths. "All of you. I will always love you, don't forget that shit."

You giggle, drawing your head up to lay a kiss on his lips. "I love you too, 'Ken."

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[poohbea]

second story from this req post

wordcount: 999

content: spanking, you get bent over his knee, fingering, light choking, punishment, dom and sub themes

— synopsis: captain levi has warned you time and time again to stay out of the lab and away from it's scientist. it seems a punishment is in order.

note from pooh: this one is a lot shorter and condensed as i didn't wanna bombard you with another 3k of content hahaha, thank you again for the req and for being such a huge supporter of the blog it's been so lovely seeing one of my first followers continue to interact with me. you're amazing, that's why you deserve both of these ♡

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“What do you have to say for yourself?” Levi deadpans, shuffling through the ocean of paperwork strewn across his desk. 

You fidget on the loveseat to the side of the room, afraid to meet your captain’s chilling gaze. “I’m sorry, she was teaching me about titan regeneration and I just-” 

“Oh, so squad leader Hange’s word has more influence over you than mine?” You watch his brow rise in your peripherals, a gesture that has your heart leaping into your throat.

“N-No of course not, captain. It was my mistake!” You blurt, locking eyes with him for a brief moment before retreating to your lap once more. 

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, l/n.” His command was dominant, voice lowering an octave at your disrespectful demeanour.

“I-I’m sorry, captain!” You watch him pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration, a heavy sigh following soon after. 

“Stop apologising.” He groans, eyes pinning you to your seat. 

“S-Sorry-” A raised hand cuts your instinctual grovelling short, Levi’s tensed jaw telling you he’s had enough. 

Metal scraping across wood sounds as he rises from his seat, footsteps closing in on your meek figure on the small couch. His boots soon come into view when he stops in front of you, fingers hooking under your chin to have your eyes meet his. 

“Stand up, y/n.” His voice was acerbic, paired with a stoic glare. It was enough to make you stutter. 

“C-Captain?” You jump to your feet and he takes your place on the sofa, legs partially spread, a look of expectancy on his face. 

“Pants to your knees.” He barked, gesturing to the clothing in question. 

Heat overcomes your cheeks to your ears, flushing the skin a shade of dusty rose. “P-Pardon?” 

“You heard me recruit, I expect you to follow an order!” Not wanting to upset him more you oblige, pulling your pants down to your knees, still leaving your underwear on. “Lay yourself over my knee, y/n.”

“Captain I’m not sure if I-” With a simple raise of his brow you were reduced to an anxious mess, voice dying in your throat in his intimidating presence. Silently you position yourself over his lap, skin glowing beet red at the intimate arrangement. “Captai-!” 

You yelp when a hard smack blisters the skin of your ass suddenly, your bottom lip captured by your teeth to muffle your whimper. “Now let me teach you a lesson on following instructions, recruit.” 

Another smack resonates within the small office, the sting of his palm sending a jolt up your spine, searing his handprint into the soft flesh. “When I tell you to stay away from Hange Zoe,” smack. “I expect obedience from my recruits. Especially you, y/n.” His knowing look has butterflies erupting in the pit of your stomach. 

“Levi.” You whine as he massages the already welting fat of your backside. “I’m sorr- ah!” He cuts you off with another strike of his hand, the pain nearing unbearable as he continues to hit the same spot over and over. 

“What did I say about apologising?” He warns before smoothing it over again. “What are you not gonna do from now on?”

“Apologise?” You look up at him with pleading eyes, only to be met with a hardened stare in return. 

“And?” His fingers dip between your thighs, grazing over your clit slightly while absentmindedly soothing the redness he had caused. 

“And stay away from squad leader Hange.” You surrender to the expert motions of his fingertips along your slit, soft moans threatening to spill as he teased you through your panties. 

“Good girl. So you do know how to listen.” He pulls your panties to the side like it means nothing, tips of his fingers already dipping into your folds, the slick of your arousal meeting the rough pads. “Look at that, already wet from being spanked like this. Are you that desperate or do I just have that effect on you?” 

He slowly plunged his fingers into you, wrapping his free hand around your throat to make your back arch. He forces you to meet his gaze as he begins to pump his fingers, searching for your g-spot with each light nudge of his digits. When you let out a particularly strained moan he smiles in triumph, knowing full well he’d found what he was looking for. 

“Play with your clit for me, pretty.” He encourages, letting your throat go to play with your ass some more.

Obediently your hand finds its way between your legs to the sensitive bud. A jolt was your first reaction at initial contact, a loud raspy moan falling from your lips. You try to match Levi’s pace, the Captain relentless in his stroke along your gummy walls. 

“Captain… fuck, Levi, I’m close.” You whine, pussy tightening around his fingers. 

“I know, pretty, I know. You’re gripping my fingers so tight.” He groans, picking up speed, digits moving in a steady come-hither motion, ensuring to rub against your g-spot with each thrust. 

Your own fingers encircle your clit at equal pace, pressure building in your pelvis. A pressure that had you breathing less and less until it finally popped, releasing a wave of euphoria over your body. Levi continues his ministrations through the tightening of your thighs that came with your orgasm, soaking up the cries of pleasure freely spilling from your lips, his name among the incoherent array of words you managed to articulate. 

As you come down with an exasperated exhale your body goes limp in his lap, a sight he finds endearing as you’re comfortable enough to actually lean on him like that. He replaces your panties before helping you sit upright, letting you sink into the sofa cushions, your body relaxing instinctually.

“Learned your lesson?” Levi smiles, laying a kiss on your temple. 

You nod tiredly, trying hard not to let your eyes close as you attempt to regulate your breathing. “Definitely.” 

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[poohbea]

Hi Pooh, hope your having a good day or night. I have another request, I'm sorry blame my mind for having a lot of ideas for a lot of characters. Anyways can you do an Incubus Draken being accidently summands by a chubby witch reader who has recently gotten both nipples pierced and also clit pierced as well. All of the piercings are healed but due to having said piercing, she is very sensitive and always horny. 😁

HER SOUL BEGS FOR ME

art credit

wordcount: 3k

content: incubus!draken, chubby novice witch!reader, demon summoning, isabella piercing, nipple piercings, draken's skin is purple (he's a demon sue me), black haired draken, he uses his tail as a restraint, wings, swearing, pet names (pretty and sweetheart), unprotected sex (use protection kids), fingering, biting, marking, praise, possessiveness, reader gets branded (you'll see)

— synopsis: as a novice witch you need to prove yourself to the coven in order to gain your full powers. however, your latest assignment is proving rather troublesome.

note from pooh: when i tell you i was so excited to make this omfg sha sha you're a genuis. you made me search up demon summoning rituals and i swear i heard God crying for me 😂😂. you always give me fic worthy reqs and as you can see by the wordcount it basically is one (it's a baby fic aw) but pls don't be shy i love to see you in my inbox with a new req, i want all your ideas!! also there will be a part 2!! my beta reader gave me an amazing idea for the next shenanigan incubus draken is gonna take reader on, ugh i'm so excited.

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“Okay, salt circle. Check. Six Candles. Check. Matches.” You pick up the small rectangular box and open it to check the contents. “Check. And offering…” Continuing to read from the spell book you dip your finger into the chocolaty filling of your sliced praline tart. Moaning happily at the sweetness on your tongue. “Check.”

You stood over your handy work proudly, watching the candles flicker softly in the darkness of your basement, breathing life into your summoning circle. Demon summoning was new to you as a novice witch, but it was a practice you’d need to master in order to ascend the ranks of your coven. It didn’t seem that hard, afterall you were able to get everything you needed from the grocery store. So it had to be simple, right?

Picking up the plate with a slice of your offering, you stepped over the sealed salt circle carefully, placing it beside the sixth candle at the centre of your chalked out inverted pentagram. It smelt faintly of lavender as you stepped back out.

“Alright and now for the chant.” You raise the book to read the innominate phrase and the rest of the instructions aloud, stopping at a sentence in bold red writing. “If there is a demon in particular you’d like to summon, envision them, their personality, etcetera. Your thoughts have a big influence on the type of demon that will enter your circle. Hmm, sounds simple enough.” For now you were aiming for a small sized demon. A child maybe, with wings and cute little horns. Ugh it would be so cute and easy to handle. Plus what child doesn’t like chocolate? 

Clearing your throat you begin. “Saecula saeculorum, come forth, come forth.” You repeated the phrase over and over to no avail. “Come on…” Another six times and nothing. On the verge of giving up you turn and take a bite out of the leftover tart sitting on the table with your other assortment of spell ingredients. “Dammit.” Growing bored and tiresome, your mind wanders to anything of entertainment, the first one being. 

“I wonder if I charged my vibrator…” Because you were sure going to need it to drown out the sinking feeling of your failure. “No, no, I can do this!” You huff, swallowing the dessert and moving back in front of the circle. With new found confidence you chant. “Saecula saeculorum, come forth, come forth!” A gust of wind tornados through the room, the chalked lines of the pentagram sparking into a tunnel of purple and red light. 

Low moans and high pitched screams sound from beyond the rosy specked lilac veil, a white circle forming in the centre of the pentagram. The tart and sixth candle are engulfed in a pool of light that forces you to shield your eyes. Wind howled through the confined space, picking up stray papers strewn across the table behind you. Your dress followed, the skirt lifting and fluttering around you. 

Then with the echo of a deep maniacal laugh, the wind ceased, the light faded and the scent of lavender dispersed. There was silence, then the smack of lips. 

“Well, what do we have here?” A haughty voice chimes. As you bring your hand away from your face, your heart nearly sinks to your feet. 

This was no small, child-like demon. In the circle sat a tall creature with male human-like features, its skin a deep shade of aubergine decorated in inky markings you couldn’t quite make out. Black bat-like wings tucked behind its lean body, eye’s gold and searing holes into your skull. He runs a clawed hand through midnight locks, revealing pointed heavily pierced ears. 

“W-Who are you?” You stutter, setting your spell book down on the table at the side of the room. “Why are you here?” 

“Really?” He scoffs. “You’re the one who called me.” He takes another bite from the tart slice you were only now just noticing between his dagger-like fingertips.

“No, I called a smaller demon. A child.” He laughs at your denial, licking chocolate from his  fingers. 

“Mm, from what I recall you weren’t thinking of a child, sweetheart.” His eyes shine brighter at the thought, the devious hues raking you up and down shamelessly. 

“But I was… oh fuck!” The vibrator. That was the last thing on your mind before you recited the chant. Shit, so what the hell had you summoned then? “What type of demon are you? I’ve never seen your kind before.”

He huffed a laugh, half smirking as he finished his dessert. “You’ve never seen an incubus before? Are you witches getting dumber by the century or is it just me?” 

“Don’t talk about us like that! Some of us are still learning.” The pout on your face only egged him on, his smirk growing at your poorly executed assertive facade. 

“And I suppose you’re one of them?” He gets to his feet, stretching his tattooed arms overhead, wings flexing simultaneously. 

“Look, this was a mistake. Let me just send you back and I’ll try this again another day.” You sigh, going to fetch your spellbook. 

“Oh, I don’t think so, pretty.” The growl makes your skin tingle, hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. 

You put your hand on the book, turning to face him with a faux look of courage. “And why the hell not?” 

In a flash he’s in front of you, a gasp escaping your lips as he towered over your small frame. “Because you forgot to close the salt circle.” His fangs shone under the dim light of the remaining candles strewn across your basement floor. His sinful smirk made you feel that much smaller, clutching onto your book for safety seeming futile as he closed the space between you. 

“Please, Mister Incubus, sir-“ 

“Draken.” He corrects.

“What?” 

His head tilts teasingly. “The name’s Draken, sweetheart. Remember it, because you’re gonna need it in a minute.” 

He lowers his head to the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. “Mm.” Moaning softly he lets his inhumanly long tongue path its ways up your jaw, flicking at your earlobe. “You smell that?“ 

“W-What?” 

A hand snakes around your waist, pressing your chest against his. “That’s the smell of, sweet,” his other hand plays with the hem of your dress, fingertips grazing along your inner thigh. “Delicious,” he notices the way your breathing changes, how your nipples rub against him, hard and peaking through the thin material. No bra? Hm, this was going to be fun. “Undeniable lust.” He whispers the last words in your ear and revels in the whimper you let out. 

So sensitive already and he hasn’t even touched you. Well, not where he could most definitely sense you needed it. 

“I don’t-“ 

“You’re frustrated, mm, I can smell it on you. So much pent up frustration. Poor baby.” He chuckles darkly, grazing a talon along the seam of your underwear. “So you summoned a sex demon of all things, are you really that desperate?” 

Your mind was beginning to fog, thoughts and words jumbling into one. You wanted to deny it, all of it. You never intended this to be the outcome. No, you just wanted to practice. But you’d be lying if you told him he wasn’t speaking the truth. 

“No- I- I just wanted-“ 

His lips ghost over yours, nose brushing your own. “You wanted me. I heard you, your soul. Oh, the way it begged for me.” 

“That’s not true…” 

“Isn’t it?” Your heart beats in your throat as his eyes pierce yours, flaming gold. “Why are you horny then?” 

“I’m not!” Denial was the only way you could go, all other forms of logic thrown out the window the moment he stepped from that summoning circle. 

“So why’s your heart beating so fast?” He raises a brow, fingers getting dangerously close to your clit.

“Because I’m afraid?” 

“Mm, but that’s not the only reason now is it?” You were breathing each other, air exchanging on every inhale and exhale. He smelt like a crackling fire, deep and earthy like the depths of hell he came from, but underneath that was a faint scent of lavender.

“No.” Honestly you weren’t sure if you were denying him or answering his question. He was too close, touching you like he knew your body inside out. Heat radiating from his skin as he held you close. You swore you were going insane. 

“Tell me. What is it you want, princess?” His hand at your waist wraps itself tamely around your throat, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Tell me your deepest, darkest desires.” 

“I-I need you.” You relent, air being sucked from your lungs as you speak.

“Where?” 

He growls as you take hold of his wrist, pressing his free hand flush against your clothed core. “P-Please.” 

“How can I refuse such a polite request?” His hands find purchase on the back of your thighs, talons tickling the skin. “Jump.”

You comply without question, gasping when your back hits the table suddenly, the clatter of vials and books sounding soon after. Your feeble mortal mind failed to recognise just how fast he was, even in his arms it felt like a blink. 

He laughs deeply when you shy away, hiding in your hands. It was unnerving how he ate you up with his eyes, taking in the supple curves of your body. You were a perfect canvas, so easy to mould, to shape into the perfect vessel. 

“Mm mm,” He tsks, taking both your hands in his. You notice a black wisp in the corner of your eye. It was a long and whip-like appendage, smooth and sleek as it wraps around your wrists. It’s only when he uses it to pin your hands above your head, do you realise it’s his tail. “Let’s keep those out of the way.” Gripping the neckline of your dress he splits it down the middle effortlessly, the fabric ruffling beneath you. 

“Draken.” You whine, nipples hard in the cool air, exposed and sensitive. 

“Nipple piercings? My, my, this just keeps getting better and better.” His long tongue trails from the curve of your plush stomach to the valley of your breasts, his eyes never wavering as he holds your gaze. Dipping his head he envelops a perky bud, tongue swirling and hot against you. 

His presence only intensified the sensitivity sparking across your skin, like fuel to a fire as he ran rampant over your body. “Fuck.” Your hiccuped moan makes him nip at your skin, drawing more of the sounds he craved from your lips. 

So caught up in his mouth you don’t notice his claws retract at your thighs, pads of his fingers collecting the wetness that’s already soaking through the cotton of your underwear. He wasn’t surprised, you reeked of desperate arousal. Months of desire and salacity he was more than happy to feed on. 

Your back arches as he dips two fingers inside your divine fountain of lust, slick aiding his journey deep within. As he’s about to lay his thumb on your clit he stops, feeling the metal bulbs prod at his fingertips. “Oh, now you’re just doing it on purpose.” 

“I’m s-sorry- ah!” He chuckles as he softly pinches the bud between his fingertips, swallowing your whimper with the dip of his tongue between your lips. 

“So sensitive.” His growl sends a spark up your spine, thighs trembling at the heavy blanket of carnality threatening to suffocate you.

He’d reduced you to an empty-minded gasping mess, nails digging into your palms as he played. He was familiarising himself with you, all of you, your sounds, your expressions, the way you’d squeeze around him with each slight prod of his index and middle finger. Just how much you could take before you failed to kiss him back? Before your mind went blank, only to be filled with the haze of pleasure?

“D-Draken!” You gasped, chest heaving as his teeth captured your bottom lip. “‘Ken, please more!” 

Your greed was filling, the flavour sweet and intoxicating as it flooded his senses. Emotions, although invisible to mortals, were very much palpable to demons. It was easy to breathe it in, to lap it off the surface of your lips - of your skin. To let it flow through his body like a drug administered by a syringe. 

“That's it, pretty. Give into sin.” His breath puffs against your cheek, your own doing the same to his. “Let it take you.” He senses the knot tangled in the pit of your stomach, fingers pulling it tighter as they pulse against your g-spot.

“I-I… fuck I-I can’t, please, ‘Ken!” Your hips rocked in time with his movements, your body showing him exactly how to please you. 

“Yes you can, sweetheart.” His mouth lowers to your ear, his own keen to the sounds escaping your lips. “Give in to me.” 

There was still a part of you that held back, a sliver of resistance that prevented him from taking hold fully. Reluctance he’d be sure to indulge in when he finally snuffed it out once and for all.

You grew incoherent as he pushed you further, fingertips encompassing your clit mercilessly, piercing rolling between them. His patience was wearing thin the longer this took, the knot he so effortlessly entwined stagnant with no signs of unravelling. You were a strong one, he’ll give you that. He liked a challenge, it just made it all the more satisfying to see you break. 

His movements halt, snapping you out of your euphoric state almost instantaneously. You watched him through your lashes, his tail flicking at his side as it unbinds your wrists. He looks at you with steely determination, golden eyes burning into your own. His breath brushes your lips, head tilting as he examines you silently, wading through the darkest depths of your mind. 

It was interesting what you could read through the eyes, they were the windows to the soul after all. And your soul… your soul craved him. “Tell me.” He whispers to it, watching it flicker like a flame in the breeze. His hands settle in the crease of your thighs, teasing and eager. 

“Fuck me, please.” An abrupt breeze hums past your ear before the coolness of the concrete floor greets your skin. He lays you within the broken summoning circle, hips settling into yours as he hovers over you, wings resting around you both in a loose makeshift cocoon. 

“Say it again.” He breathes, tail wrapping itself around your ankle, bulge already nudging at your puffy clit.

“Fuck-” The sudden tap of his cock against your entrance elicits a gasp from your lips, your thighs instinctively closing around his waist. 

His tail pries you open again, running his tip through the glossy arousal pooled between your folds. “Speak, sweetheart.” 

“Fuck me… please.” His eyes shimmer as you exchange a breath, the candied zest of your desire melting on his tongue. 

Without another word he’s delving into the heat of your cunt, moaning as your velvety walls embraced him. His hands beside your head claw at the concrete beneath, abdomen flexing as he began a languid pace.

Ripples flutter across your skin with each thrust, your weak cries echoing through the basement as your nails dug into his lower back. “Draken!” His name was the only thing on your tongue, mind blank and teeth trapping your bottom lip harshly. 

The knot was bound again, tighter than ever as you squeezed him at every inch. He drank up every delicious twine of emotion that permeated from your flushed skin. Your divine in every way, the meal he’d been craving for the last two hundred years he spent rotting in hell. He wouldn’t go back, he couldn’t, not if this was what awaited him on earth. 

“You are mine and I am yours.” He growls into your neck, pace hastening. 

“I-I…” He needed to hear it fall from your lips, to declare to all those residing in hell that this soul was his and his alone. 

“Say it.” His teeth sink into the flesh of your neck, possessiveness overshadowing any form of control he had left. “Tell me who you belong to?”

“You, Draken.” You whine, his chest pressing against yours as he drives himself deeper, harder, faster. 

“And who do I belong to?”

Your hand tangles in his hair, the other clawing deep into his back. “Me. You are mine and I am yours.” With those final words you felt a searing pain just below your sternum, a hiss bleeding through gritted teeth as heat flooded your chest. “Fuck, what’s happening?” 

He ignores your question, fingers finding the perk bud of your clit, encircling it as he drives you to the edge. He tugs on the knot, harder and harder till he feels it snap and you’re unravelling in a tense shivering mess beneath him. A growl escapes him as you bite into his shoulder, legs wrapping around his waist forcing him to suffer the unforgiving wrath of your tight cunt. He submits to her willingly, offering his seed in silken ropes, his balls tightening with each throb of his cock. 

Heavy breaths were exchanged in each other’s necks, bodies hot and veiled in sweat that glistened in the candlelight. The heat in your chest dissipates as quickly as your initial orgasm does, the aftershocks making your legs jerk as Draken continues to play with your clit, relishing in the whines and cries of overstimulation that fall from your lips.

“I could get used to this for a century.” He mutters against your skin, inhaling the perfume he only now knew you were wearing, 

“What do you mean for a century?” You chuckle, mindlessly playing with his hair. “You can’t stay here, I told you I summoned you by accident.”

“Well you should’ve thought of that before making a pact with a demon, sweetheart.” You can hear the amusement in his voice as his fangs nip at your ear. 

“What? When did I…” He lifts himself onto his palms opening a space between your chests. One big enough for you to see the large black symbol tattooed into your skin just below your sternum. “Fuck! No, not again!”

Draken laughs deeply, brushing his nose against yours. “You are mine and I am yours, pretty. Till your death do us part.”

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[poohbea]

may I ask for an angst one-shot for geto x abused child reader? like he saved her like he saved mimiko and nanako? thank you

SALVATION.

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wordcount: 649

content: saviour!geto, child!reader, gender neural reader, blood, vague descriptions of dead bodies, mentions of a knife, implication of sexual assault, implications of physical and sexual abuse (nothing too graphic I promise)

note from pooh: hi nonnie, thank you for the req this one was quite interesting to write as i don’t think i’ve ever written a child!reader before. please be mindful that this is quite dark as it does include a child and implications of sexual assault on a child. if you are uncomfortable with any these themes and topics please do not read i cannot stress that enough.

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Rage is burning. It's rampant. It's blinding.

It was all Geto could feel as he tore into another faceless body, blood spurting from the hole he'd just made with his blade. He didn't know anyone in the building, nor did he care to. He wasn't paid to care.

As one body fell he caught another by the throat. It claws at his hand uselessly, gasping and sneering. Pathetic. With a swipe of his hand it's making a bloody mess on the floor, whining, groaning for the release of death as it reaches out. They didn't deserve the privilege. None of them.

He didn't intend to be standing there covered in blood, that's not what they sent him here for. It was supposed to be a calm and ordinary negotiation, mundane business. However, after seeing you in that room, a child, only six years old, battered and bruised, business was no longer on the table.

They laughed when he mentioned you. Mocked and joked as they watched you cower in the corner, hair matted and skin dirt ridden. However the final nail in the coffin was their casual conversation of touching you, how they took joy in such a grotesque act. They put their hands on you, violated you, a child. An innocent life.

It all happened so fast. The first drop of blood, the screams and cries. When he came down from it all blood dripped from his fingertips in streams, staining his disheveled suit. Stray hairs stuck to his sweat veiled forehead, his hair tie loose and barely holding back his inky locks. At least five lay in their own crimson pools at his feet, the product of his own corrupt justice.

Your soft sobs draw his attention, huddled away in the farthest corner of the prison they called a room. Wiping his hands of his sins, he approaches you, cautious and slow. He kneels to your level, making himself as small as he could to not scare you away.

"Hi." It was the first word he'd spoken in a long time, the gruffness of his voice made him cringe.

You peaked through your arms you'd tucked yourself away in, tear streaks glittering on your flushed cheeks. He didn't blame you when you cowered from him, the half healed cuts on your arm more evidence for your mistreatment by men. Trust wasn't going to come easy, why would it?

“I'm Suguru," he smiles softly, gesturing to himself. "What's your name?"

You sniffle, watching him over your arm. "Y/n.”

"Y/n..." It was a beautiful name. "You're safe now, okay. The bad men are gone."

His reassurance makes you uncurl more, gaze landing on the bodies he'd tried his hardest to hide behind his broad frame. Your eyes flicker between them and him, shuddered breaths making you hiccup.

"Safe?"

He reaches out for your hand, tiny in comparison to his own. "Yes, angel. Safe. No one's going to hurt you anymore."

His heart swells when your little hand clutches his, outstretched arms inviting him to pick you up. He scoops you into his arms, holding you tightly as he rose to his feet.

"Suguru?" You call, laying your head on his shoulder.

"Yes, y/n?"

"I'm scared." He frowns as you curl into him, using his body for safety.

"Don't be scared, I'm here. I've got you." A hand cradles your head as he steps over the corpses, shielding you from the carnage.

"Can we go home?" He halts at your request, looking down at you curiously. Home? Was a child something he was ready for? Would he be able to take proper care of you considering his line of work? Could he really be your guardian?

His doubts were quashed by your arms wrapping around his neck, your face soft as you look up at him. He smiles, rubbing your back soothingly. "Yeah, let's go home."

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[poohbea]

Hi 👋

If your still taking requests, can I ask you to write an Kisaki tetta smut where both the reader and kisaki hate each other but secretly like each and the readers is the reason kisaki isn't a heartless monster anymore. If you don't write for kisaki I totally understand and I'll ask for an dom Levi punishing reader for getter too buddy buddy with hange.

wordcount: 3.1k (i may have gotten carried away)

content: CEO!kisaki, executive assistant fem!reader, you see that big window… guess what we’re doing with that, lots of swearing, degradation, praise, fingering, oral (giving), gaslighting??, reader gets bent over the desk, choking, love hate relationship, corporate power dynamic (but you knew that), implication of death and one mention of a gun, hanma makes a cameo, kisaki being a big softie

— synopsis: kisaki is getting soft, too soft. and there’s only one person to blame for that.

note from pooh: BABY GIRL, of course i can write for Kisaki, i’ve actually got a collab lined up for him which i’m excited for. YOU actually changed my mind about this man, i’m slowly being converted. i’ll be honest you gave me too much creative freedom and i went a little wild with it. i’m hoping it lived up to your expectations because it was fun to write this dynamic. also i’m so sorry this took so long, i’ve been so busy personally and with the deadline for SYLM 2 it’s been a whole mess. P.S since you’re a returning req asker i gave you both (they're unedited for now but i will get on that in the morning). SURPRISE thank you for all the support ♡

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You did this. 

Kisaki’s hand shook as he held the gun, the pleading cries from the man he aimed it at sinking deeper and deeper into his heart. This feeling was forgein to him. Hesitation, guilt, regret. All emotions he’d thought were burned away a long time ago, not having time for pointless feelings in matters that required unquestioned brutality.

He was getting soft and it was all your fault. 

“Shuji.” The man in question rises from his seat in the corner of the room, a deadpan expression on his features. “Take care of this for me. There’s something I need to do.” The gun drops onto the larger man’s hand before Kisaki is pulling on his suit jacket, hearing a resounding bang as he steps through the basement door. 

Fury and frustration floods his veins whilst entering the elevator, thumbing the floor he knew your office was on. The numbers increased frustratingly slow, consumed by a silence within the confined space that drove his jaw to tighten. 

As the ding chimed he strode through the empty corridor, ignoring the curious eyes that followed him through the windows of meeting rooms and private offices. Your frosted glass door was forced open as he burst into the room, meeting your confused and irritated gaze that shifted from the client in front of you. 

“Can I help you, Kisaki?” 

He fixes his glasses calmly, stoic expression set on his features. “Get out.” The demand was aimed at your boyish client sitting stunned in their chair. 

The sheepish man stares at him, bewildered. Eying you desperately, only to find your attention occupied with the blonde haired man. Kisaki kissed his teeth, he wasn’t one to repeat himself twice. 

“What are you looking at her for? Are you deaf?” He bites, clicking his fingers to get his attention. “I said get the fuck out!” 

With a jump your client quickly collects their things and shuffles out the door, keeping their head down the whole way till the glass clicks shut. 

“What do you want?” You voice bluntly, tapping away at your laptop, not even bothering to meet his gaze. 

“You’ve got some nerve.” Kisaki grits. 

A curious brow was all you gave him. “What is it this time?” 

His jaw tenses as you continue to ignore him, the incessant tapping of the keys driving him up the fucking wall. When you hit a key particularly loud he slams the laptop shut, almost crushing your fingers in the process.

“What have you done to me?” He questions with a serious expression while looking you in the eye. 

“I beg your pardon?” The incredulous look you throw him only fuels the fire raging at his core. You were playing dumb and he had no time for your games. 

“I’m not going to repeat myself again, y/n. So I suggest you answer the question.” 

You hide a faint smile behind a dainty manicured hand, the same manicure he paid for. “I only do what you ask of me Tetta. So excuse me for not fully understanding your question.”

“You think this is funny?” He growls, wrapping a hand round your throat. Wiping that frustratingly alluring smile off your face. “You’ve made me weak and you think that’s funny?” 

“How have I-?” You try to protest but your words are cut short as his fingers tighten around your windpipe, just enough so you could still breathe. 

“Get up.” You’re guided by his strong hand to your feet, almost stumbling in your heels at the haphazardness of his grip. He walks you backward till your back hits the window wall with a soft thud, the sound making your heart pulse quicker under Kisaki‘s fingertips. 

“Kisaki…” You manage against his hold, whimpering out an incoherent cry as he eyed you with mild amusement. 

“You still think this is funny?” His head tilts slightly, a smirk growing on his lips. 

You shake your head fervently, your smaller hands clasping around his wrist. “No… I’m sorry.” 

“Good.” He captures your lips in a rough and sloppy kiss, grip around your throat loosening to pull you into him by the back of your neck. 

Your lips were soft, tongue holding the flavour of strawberries as he slipped his own past your lips. His hands anchor themselves in the soft flesh of your ass, squeezing roughly till you gasp. The reaction only made him delve deeper. He could get lost in you all too quickly, from your breath to the way your nails dug into his shoulders. Fuck, it was so hard to stay mad at you. The faces you made didn’t help either. Staring at him with those doe-like eyes of yours, dazed and pleading. 

“‘Saki, we can’t do this here… what if someone walks in on u- fuck!” A surprised moan interrupts your words as he runs his fingers along your unsurprisingly unclothed slit. He didn’t think you’d actually listen when he told you to come to work without panties today. But here he stands corrected. 

“You’ve been walking around in this tight-ass skirt the whole day like this?” Your shaky breath hits his lips as you nod, eye squeezing shut as he plays with your clit between his fingers. “Seeing clients with your pussy on display for everyone to see?” 

“Yes.” You whine, thighs closing around his hand. 

“So what the fuck makes you think I’m going to give a shit if someone walks in, when you’ve been fine with prancing around my building like this, huh?” The way you stutter on his fingers gives him more pleasure than he cared to admit, feeling your weak hand grip his forearm in a frail attempt to pull him away. But from the way your arousal was already coating his fingers he knew you didn’t want him to stop. No, not when he had you right where he wanted you.

“Kisaki, please. Fuck!” There it was, the begging. The desperation he sought after in your voice. He knew how to break you. Being so headstrong and stubborn in the day for the company and your colleagues, it made it all the more rewarding to see you crumble at just the flick of his wrist. 

“Mm, what's wrong, sweetheart~?” He mocks, teasing the pads of his index and forefinger at your soaked entrance, thumb pressed harshly into your clit.

“Please, I can’t…”

“You can’t?” Your head leans into the glass window as his digits slip easily inside, reaching their hilt in no time as your pussy practically sucks them in. “Why don’t you try that again.” The spongy spot on the roof grazes his fingertips, he presses into it gradually and watches your composure unravel. 

“Oh my- shit Tetta, don’t move your fingers like that.” He does it again out of spite, this time using the other hand to encircle your clit mercilessly, while he began pumping his fingers.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands here, y/n. Especially not after what you’ve done.” Your head rests on his shoulder, teeth and spit making a mess out of the cashmere suit jacket he’d just received from the dry cleaners. Not that he minded when it came to you, it would just be another reminder of the time you spent together. 

“But I didn’t… I didn’t do anything.” Your heated breath at the base of his neck elicits a surge of goosebumps across his skin. The additional spark running down the centre of his spine makes his cock twitch in his pants, straining against the material as you continue. “What have I done?” You whine in his ear, fingers tracing the waistband of his slacks. 

“You, my dear, have turned me soft.” He admits with a soft groan, resolve loosening with the tantalising graze of your fingertips. 

Your low airy chuckle makes his heart pound, the soft sound mixing with the heavy laboured breaths he continued to draw from you. “You don’t seem very soft to me.” He fights a moan as your hand cups him through his pants, fingers moving ever so slightly to add pressure.

“Mm,” he picks up the pace at your core, focusing on your g-spot and synching the movements at your clit in time with each press. “You’re a comedian today aren’t you?”

If he wasn’t pinning you to the window he was sure you’d already be on the floor with the way your thighs were shaking and squeezing around him. Hell, you’d practically put all your weight on him at this point. Your pussy held him in a vice grip of its own, walls growing tighter and tighter with each circle of his middle finger. The intensity invited your fingers to curl into the black belt at his waist, your manicured nails no doubt leaving crescent shaped imprints in the leather. 

“‘Saki, fuck. Kisaki, I can’t… I’m gonna-” 

“Uh-uh.” He grunts. “You really think you deserve to cum just like that?” He withdraws from you entirely and suddenly all at once, slipping free from your feeble grasp you’d still managed to maintain up till now. “This is a punishment after all.”

He was well aware you despised any form of punishment, he was probably to blame for that after spoiling you for as long as he has. Your whines fell on deaf ears, cries ignored while you leant on him, breathing erratic and shallow. No he couldn’t let you have it just yet, he needed to get his point across first. 

“On your knees.” Slowly you slide your way down the glass at your back, falling to your knees softly as he so graciously guided you by your forearms. Not wanting you to hurt yourself on your descent. 

As you looked up at him with a hazy glare he couldn’t help the smile that overcame his lips. Your blouse ruffled and untucked, skirt creased and bunched at your upper thigh, drool drying at the corner of your mouth, slightly ajar with ragged breaths. It was a sight reserved for him and him alone. 

His hand cups your face tenderly, running his thumb over your pillowy bottom lip. “Take it out, y/n.” As if awaiting his instruction your hands immediately start on his belt, slipping the leather out of the buckle and letting it hang loose at his waist. His buttons and zipper followed, his slacks soon pooling at his feet as you kitten-licked his hard on through his briefs. Kisaki chuckles at your brazen attempt at teasing, his ringed fingers lacing themselves in your hair. “Be good and I’ll give you what you want.” 

He witnesses the spark in your eyes as the words leave his mouth, the haze being replaced with a lustful determination he knew very well. You pull the front of his underwear down to let his cock spring free and tap against his dress shirt, pulling it down the rest of the way to let it sit mid thigh. 

The look in your eye is challenging when you take him in your mouth for the first time, tongue out and gaze locked with his. You take him deep, so deep that you can swipe your tongue where his shaft meets his balls effortlessly, a trick he was still figuring out as to where you’d learnt it from. You gag, letting your saliva cover his cock, enough for your hand and mouth to move in a seamless tandem. 

He bunches your hair into a messy ponytail, wrapping it around his fist as you bobbed. His hand moved in time with your head, his own lulling back as your tongue continuously circled his tip and your hand stroked the shaft in a steady twisting motion. You were relentless, chasing the reward he offered you without any disregard as spit covered your chin, pace increasing gradually. 

The moments you took him deep into your throat he could’ve sworn he saw stars, the tight muscle flexing as you gagged every time, taking a deep inhalation of air as you retreated before going back. His hand wrapped around your hair guided you in further, making your nails dig into his hips as he held you there for as long as you let him. With the way his hips were jutting into your mouth he knew he wouldn’t last long and when your hand tightened around him just that bit more he drew you to a halt, thrusting his cock deep, pressing the back of your head against the glass and painting your throat with his cum. 

Each swallow you took milked him more until he unravelled your hair from his fist, letting you sit back on your heels. He watched you continue to stroke him through heavy lids, lapping away any residual cum you were able to draw out, in doing so you made his legs tremble, driving him straight into overstimulation. 

“Fuck, y/n stop.” He hissed, cursing the way your lips curled into a smirk at his plea. “Are you proud of yourself?”

“I can make the CEO Kisaki Tetta tremble, of course I’m proud.” You lick a long stripe along his tip as you speak, making him bite his lip. 

“Enough.” He snaps, dragging you to his level by your jaw. “You’re a brat, you know that right.” 

“Yeah, but that’s what makes it fun.” You chime, batting your lashes innocently as you rebalance yourself to adjust your skirt. 

He catches your hands as you try to re-tuck your blouse, eyeing you with a mockingly sympathetic look. “What are you doing? We made a deal didn’t we?” You lick your lips in anticipation, eyes lighting up at the realisation. “Bend over the desk, skirt up.” 

You didn’t need to be asked twice. Sauntering your way to the mahogany table, cluttered with files and paperwork that you’d been drowning in the past few days. Finding a relatively clean area you lean on your forearms, pulling your skirt up past your thighs, exposing yourself fully for him. He drinks you up as if it was the first time he’s seen you like this, ass high and ready, truth be told he never got tired of seeing you naked, no matter how many times he’s had you under him.  

He steps out of his slacks to approach you, fingers kneading the flesh of your ass, spreading you nicely. Your pussy glistened and clenched around nothing in his mindless exploration, growing increasingly more enticing by the second.  

“‘Saki~” You whine, hips wiggling in his grasp. “Stop teasing.”

“Patience, sweetheart. I’ll give it to you.” The pads of his fingers make quick work over his swollen tip, spreading the pooling residual cum before stroking his shaft leisurely. “Look at you, so needy, you’re practically dripping.” He slots himself between your slit, covering the head in your arousal that he could practically taste on his tongue. With a pause he gathers your skirt in a fist for future leverage. “Let’s let the whole office know who this pussy belongs to.”

With those final words he breaches your entrance, mouth agape as your plush walls welcomed him with open arms. Your gasp mimicked his, fingers tightening around the edge of dark wood while his hips clapped against yours with vigour. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, ‘Saki!” You cry into the desk, hair partially fallen over your face from the force of his thrusts. 

He chuckles maniacally as he pulls you back onto his cock with every stroke, driving himself deeper and deeper. His free hand slips between your thighs to rub your clit, the stimulation on the sensitive bud making your walls clench. 

“That’s it, baby. Taking my cock so well. Creaming all over it like a good little slut.” He revels in your mewls of pleasure, reducing you to an incoherent mess of whimpers and moans. Your volume didn’t let up either, seemingly increasing the longer he nestled himself into that sweet spot he knew would turn you to putty in his hands. “Who makes you feel this good?” He continues, smacking your ass harshly. 

“Kisaki!” Was all you could muster, mind clouded with lust and pleasure. 

“Good girl. Who do you belong to?” His hips hit harder with each syllable, making sure to drive his point home. 

“Tetta!”

“You wanna cum, baby?” You whine as he ups the pressure on your clit, hips halting as he grinds deep into your dripping cunt. 

“Yes, please. Please, please let me cum ‘Saki!” Your thighs press together, constricting his cock further, drawing a deep growl from his throat. At this rate he wasn’t going to last long either, pushing through the oversensitivity becoming a greater feat. The edge was near and you were dragging him off the precipice with you at full speed. 

“Cum for me, y/n.” With one last circle of his fingers your walls lock him in place as you cum, borderline screaming only to muffle it with your hand. As you fall off that ledge of euphoria so does he, a white wash of silken cum marking your gummy insides as his completely. 

He stops himself from collapsing on you entirely, resting his free palm on the desk beside your waist, out of breath, hair in disarray and glasses partially fogged from the heat radiating from his skin. You lay in the same shape, chest rising and falling rapidly, legs about to give out from under you if not for Kisaki’s hand still between your thighs. 

“What the hell am I going to do with you?” He huffs, withdrawing from your pulsing pussy to tuck himself back in his briefs. 

You sigh at the emptiness, legs finally failing you as you crumple to the floor in a tired sweaty mess. A thick glob of Kisaki’s cum spills from your hole, forming a pool on your skirt that laid ruffled halfway down your ass. 

You muster a chuckle at his question, combing shaky fingers through your ruined hair. “What do you mean?”

He joins you on the floor, resting against the side of the desk with an exhausted breath. Instinctively you cuddle into his side, laying your head on his shoulder. “See this is what I’m talking about when I said you’re making me soft.” You both laugh, reflecting on the situation at hand. 

“You make it sound like it’s such a bad thing. You can’t be a heartless monster all your life.” He looks down at you with a soft smile, love and adoration filling his chest. That was something he had yet to actually admit to you, that he was in love. Working with you so closely, getting to see you at your most vulnerable, those were moments he cherished greatly. 

With a kiss on your forehead he sighs, shaking his head. “In my line of work, sweetheart, there’s no room for feelings.”

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update: ive been listening to this song for the last 2-3 hours and no i’ll never get tired of it it’s that good

okay but do any of y’all listen to THEY. ? are there any THEY. fans following me?

cause this came on and im like damn i ain’t ever seen a THEY. fan besides myself 😭🥺