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cherbii · 12 days ago

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PILLOW TALK

synapses -> short, smutty fics following popular p☆rn plots

ft. (separate!) Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Choso, Ino

warnings -> language, kissing, SMUT! p in v, unprotected sēx, creampies, oral (M), ‘FAKE’ stepcest, inappropriate usage of props, dubcon?, ice play, praise/degradation, stranger sēx, voyeurism, public sēx, age gap, taboo relationships, cheating, spanking, tîtty worship/play, gagging, minors do not interact

a.n Posting this for a second time (thx tumblr for deleting the first) + I therefore added the maturity label :(

SATORU GOJO -> ICE (S)CREAM

It was a hot and sunny day, and you were sweaty and in need of something cold, luckily there was an ice cream van just up ahead, blaring a sweet tune, so happily you bounced over to it.

Standing in the van was a white haired man, who was wearing round sun glasses and pastel button up top. "Hey, what can I get for you?" He asked, sending you a wink over the lense.

You felt your body react to the wink - and your brain short circuited for a second before you managed to find your voice again. Clearing your throat, you spoke up, "I'd like a waffle cone, please."

"Got ya!" The man spun around, before rummaging in one of his freezers and pulling out the packeted sweet treat. "That will be 260 yen."

You nodded, before reaching a hand into your pocket and fishing out a few coins, it was far from enough. "Uh, I don't have enough money on me. Is there any other way I can pay you back?"

The man raised an eyebrow, a sly smile tugging at his face as he leaned in a little closer. His eyes scanned over you up and down in a way that made your brain overheat. "Well... there is one way you can pay me back."

"How? I'll do it! I really want the ice pop." You gasped, staring at the slight blue that peeked over his black glasses. His eyes widened at your eagerness, as if he was shocked at your reaction, but an amused chuckle slipped passed his lips.

"Well, aren't you something special, you really want this ice cream huh?" He asked, leaning against the counter, "and you said you'll do anything for it?"

You eagerly nod, watching a sinister grin split his lips. He stepped around the counter, now standing much closer, towering over you. You had to tilt your head back a little to look him in the eyes.

"Good girl." The smile on his face, coupled with the nickname, makes your heart beat race and you feel warmth begin to pool in your core.

And maybe that's how you found yourself in the cramped van, the shutters shut, bent over the deep freezer. His arms were pressed around you from behind, caging you between the hard freezer and the warm expanse of his chest. You could feel his breath on your neck, the heat of his body seeping into your own.

As he spoke, his voice was low and dangerous, and you swore you shivered under his gaze. "Are you ready to hold up your end of the bargain, sweetie?"

"Yes." You whine, feeling your thin panties being peeled away from your dripping cunt.

His breath hitched as you responded, "That's a good girl." He purred, his hands roaming over your hips, pulling you closer. The cold metal of the freezer pressed into your skin, making you gasp at the difference in temperatures. "Do you promise not to be too loud?" You nod again.

The man— Gojo, that's what his name tag read, unsheathed the cold treat, the red, white and blue flavours glittering with ice crystals. He grabbed your hair and yanked your head back before the tip of the ice pop pressed against your lips.

He chuckled at your immediate obedience. "Such a good girl for me," He cooed, running his cold fingers along your inner thigh. "Now, open up for me."

The coolness of the ice-pop contrasting against your burning skin, sending a shiver up your spine. The sweetness of the red, white, and blue flavors swirled on your tongue, a strange mix on your taste He watched you intently as you eagerly took into your mouth - his eyes darkened with an almost animalistic hunger.

His tongue grazed your ear, his voice a low whisper, "You're doing so good for me." Gojo murmured as he heard you sucking on the cold treat, slowly pulling down his zipper.

The sound of his zipper, and the sudden shift in dynamics, made your eyes flutter as you pulled away from the snack, eyes going wide with surprise and...excitement.

"No, sweet girl. Keep sucking." He purred. You moaned when you felt his leaking tip push at your folds, instinctively your knees buckled.

Your mouth fell open when Gojo pushed the ice pop further past your lips, the weight of it pushed on your tongue, causing you to gag, though it was nothing to the sting you felt between your legs, cunt stretched open on Gojo's thick and veiny cock.

"Yeah—shit—sweet girl, she's taking me so well." He groaned, hand shoving you forward, chest pushed against the cold glass of the freezer. His hand let go of the ice pop, still wedged between your lips and pulled at your top, exposing your breasts.

"Mmph!" You moan, eyes clenching when Gojo pulled his hips back before slamming them back into you, cock bullying your right cunt. The sweet ice melted on your tongue, slowly slipping from your lips.

His hand tightened around your hips, squeezing the flesh there. "Fuh...fuck! So tight—so tight!" Gojo babbled, thighs slapping against yours. Sweat trickled down his forehead, his chest heaved as moans fell from his lips.

"So deep! Feel so full!" You whimper, your body both hot and cold, from the sun and freezer. Your eyes snapped shut when his cock-head nudged against that one sponges spot within you.

"Shit! She's squeezing—fuck!—me, can't last much longer!" Gojo's tough hands gripped your hips harder, his cock momentarily slipped out before he turned you around, your back knocking against the freezer before you yelped when Gojo rammed himself back in.

Your legs dangled over the edge, discarded, leaving you almost stationary. Heat bubbled in your lower tummy, your fingers dug into the glass, and your toes curled. "Ah—! Ah—! Can feel you deep! So deep!" You mewl, squirming and writhing.

"Y-Yeah? Gonna stuff you full of my cream, heh— fuck!" Gojo gasped. His fingers snatched up the melting ice pop as he eyed your bouncing tits. He grinned, canines sharp before he brought the ice pop to your nipples, pressing the cold ice to them.

"S-So cold!" You whimper, clenching harder around Gojo, finding the cold feeling on your sensitive nipples pleasurable. "Don't stop!"

Gojo swirled the treat around your nipples, watching the red and blue drip down the mounds of your breasts. His jaw slowly fell open, ice pop stilling before louder, slutty moans fell from his pink lips. "I can't hold on... I'm gonna cum!"

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" You whine, for no particular reason, back arching as you felt the coil in your belly tighten. "'M...'m gonna cum too!"

Your eyes crossed and you choked on a moan, feeling your cunt gush, cumming hard around his cock.

"Shit!" Gojo's fingers dug into your skin and his thrusts became sloppy before he spilled his cum deep inside your womb, nearly falling over himself.

With sluggish movements, he pulled out. Your cunt squeezed out the mixed seed, dripping it onto the floor.

Gojo gave you a quivering grin, finger pushing the cum back into you. "Your ice pop is payed for now, don't be scared to come by again."

SUGURU GETO -> HELP ME DOC!

You've been feeling not like yourself, at first you ignored the aches and pains, but eventually it became unbearable. So much so you needed to make a doctor appointment. Now you lay on the doctors table, just as your doctor walked in— Doctor Geto, who's muscles squeezed his scrubs, and his stethoscope wrapped around his broad shoulders.

"Alright miss, I'm going to need you to lay back on the table. I'll be pressing gently on spots on your body, and you tell me when it hurts, alright?"

"Alright." You nod, kicking your feet up to lie on the blue doctor table, eyes watching as your doctor walk over.

"Good girl." He hums, his lips curving up in a half-smile. He sets the stethoscope around his neck, fingers already reaching out to take your hand in his. He lifts your hand up, gently running his fingers along it "Your hands feel fine. No broken bones, that leaves the rest of your body that's in pain."

He slowly runs his fingers up your wrist and arm, then up your neck, checking your circulation and pulse.

He hums, moving on to pressing his fingers into your collarbone and shoulders, as he slowly works his way down your chest.

You had to fend off the first thoughts as you felt his palms move closer to your breasts, greedily wanting him to touch them, but knew that was unprofessional.

He hums, letting his fingers dig into your skin as he works in circles on the various spots on your chest. He was being a bit harder than he needed, but he couldn't help it. You were just...too beautiful, and your body was just too perfect, and he just needed to get his hands on you.

A gasp ripped from your throat when his fingers pressed into your sensitive nipples.

Geto hummed, noticing your gasp. He pauses at the sound, eyes flickering up to meet yours. "Did that hurt?"

"A little, but it's not where I'm sore the most." You say, honestly. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth when his fingers pinched your nipples before they slid off.

A small smile tugged at his lips when he heard your honesty. "Then where are you sore the most?" He asked, his tone smooth as his fingers continued their lazy journey down your front.

"Lower." You murmur.

"Can I move your shirt?"

"Well, you know what's best, Doc." You say, lifting up sprightly to give him the freedom to.

Geto smiled, watching your shirt lift up and revealing your stomach. He slowly pushes your shirt the rest of the way up, slowly taking in the sight of your soft skin as it's slowly revealed to him.

"You're beautiful..." He says, his voice just above a murmur.

His hands run along the newly exposed skin, fingers tracing the dips of your waist, and the valleys of your hips. He hums, hands lingering on your hip bone and moving to the front of your pants, slowly reaching for the button.

"You said you're sore." He murmured.

You nod. "You're almost there where I hurt." You tell him, leaning on your hands as you arch your back, subconsciously pushing your tits in his direction.

His hands pause, fingers just hovering at the button. He swallows hard, a small, amused smile on his face. "Oh really?" He muses, fingers slowly starting to undo the button.

You nod again. "Mhm, it's really sore, Doc." You slowly raise your hips, encouraging him to take your pants off.

As he pushes your pants and your underwear down, he hums again, his eyes slowly traveling up your body. "Poor thing, all sore...and I've yet to take a look at your body to see where the soreness is coming from...You do tend to work yourself a bit too much."

Your cunt glistens under the bright lights, arousal dripping against your puffy folds. "Please help me, Doctor?"You whine.

A small smile flickers on his face as he lets out a soft, almost amused scoff. "Of course. I'm a doctor. It's my job." He brings you close, leaning back down a bit to run his hands along your inner thighs. "Now, where do you hurt, exactly?"

He slowly ran his fingers along your inner thighs, almost gently, and he swallows hard. He didn't want to admit it, but his own pants were a bit tighter now.

He was just doing his job, checking your inner thighs for soreness, and nothing else.

"Here? Or here?"

You gently reach a hand out and take his wrist, before guiding his fingers to your aching core, gasping when he pushed.

"There."

His eyes widened a bit, and he's suddenly quiet. He sucks in a breath, not letting it out until a moment after. The look on his face was still professional, as he tried not to show the effect you were having on him. He swallows hard, taking a moment before slowly starting to run his fingersalong your slippery folds.

Geto hums before stepping back. "I might need to use my sonograph* to get closer look outside, and... use my fingers to feel if anything's wrong and perhaps momentarily get rid of the ache." He said, reaching into a glove box and pulling out a pair of blue, latex gloves.

sonograph* machine used to look into the womb/baby (ie. ultrasounds)

As he puts on the blue latex gloves, he looks back down at you-eyes meeting yours. He hums, a small smile on his face.

"Don't worry, it's going to feel a bit different."

His gloved hands gently spread your legs a bit more, and he slowly runs his gloved fingertips along your inner thighs, trying hard not to get distracted.

"As long as it will help." You reply, watching as he picked up his sonograph and then a bottle of the lubricating gel.

He hums, his eyes still on your face as he takes the lubricant. The room was filled with a comfortable silence, he trying his best to keep looking at your face, and not the way your body was spread out in front of him as he readied the sonograph.

"Now, relax." He said softly.

You settle back onto the bed. Geto stepped forward before he squirted some of the blue gel onto the tip of the sonograph, the little black screen off to the side buzzed to life.

As he gently places the tip of the wand against you, the small, black screen comes to life, and he hums, just watching the read out.

Geto tried to keep his hand steady, but you notice the occasional twitch—and the way he's slightly biting on his tongue.

"I'm going to slowly massage my fingers into you, let me know if it hurts more."

You just reply with a hum, looking at the screen and seeing a grey image come to life. Your eyes widen as you feel his finger poke at your hole before it began to sink in, an involuntarily moan tumbling from your lips.

He immediately stopped, hearing your moan. His eyes flick up to look at you, a surprised little look on his face.

"Already?" He said softly, looking at you. "I barely started."

"N-No, it was helping sorry. It felt nice." You tell your doctor, feeling flushed.

He hums, a small smile on his face as his attention flickers back to the screen at the sound of your apology. "Oh don't apologize for that. It's natural."

He gently continues to massage his fingers in and out of you, watching the screen, the look on his face growing more and more satisfied.

"You know, a lot of people usually have to wait a moment before they feel any real relief. But you already feel a bit of relief, huh?"

You just nod your head. Geto smirked down at you before a second finger pushed at you, slowly joining the other.

"Feeling a little less sore now?" He watches your facial as it morphed into one of pleasure.

"It's still a little sore." You whine, hips bucking into his hand.

Geto sighed, scissoring his fingers in and out of you. "Hmm, well you do seem a little tight, it might need something to stretch it out further."

Your back arched as you slowly rocked yourself onto his fingers. "O-Okay, if you think so-o." You whined, lips falling open, and hole weeping onto his fingers.

He slid his fingers out from you and placed the sonograph off to the side briefly, before his fingers hooked onto his scrub pants, and pulled, freeing his erection.

His cock was thick, and huge, and it was perfect for your aching cunt. He took a step towards your open legs, grabbing your ankles and pulling you towards him, cock bobbing between your thighs. "I'm just going to see if this will help."

Geto gave you a small smile before his cock nudged at your folds, then he thrusted forward, slowly feeding your cunt his cock. "Ngh— it's helping a lot more." You mewl, gripping onto the thin layer of paper layer out underneath you.

"That's good," he hummed, before picking the sonograph machine up and placing it on your lower tummy, immediately, you saw a fuzzy, grey image of his cock nestled in your cunt on the small screen, watching as it moved when he gyrated his hips. "I can feel you getting looser, this must be working."

You let out a shattered gasp, mind hazing over as your doctor fucked you better, feeling the ache subdue and replaced by a delicious heat that licked up your thighs. "Mmph, you're so...good doctor. Should come to you more o-often."

"Indeed, I haven't had a patient like you come here before, so maybe if I—shit!—if I see what works to heal you, I can help others."

You could see the way his tip nudged at your cervix wall, stimulating you to an early orgasm. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" You loudly moaned, it was a surprise that no other doctor had rushed in to see the commotion. "It's still sore!" You whined, looking at your doctor through teary eyes.

"Greedy girl, have I not given your cunt enough?" Your doctor snarled before he placed a thumb on your puffy clit and rubbed at it.

Your jaw almost dislocated with how wide you opened it, tongue falling out. "Fuck!—Shit! There! Right there!" You cried, Mike going completely numb as your body succumbed to the pleasure. "P-Please, Doc. I think I'm already gonna cum! It feels funny!"

"There we go, you can cum on my cock. It will most likely help your... situation." Geto told you, purple eyes glancing at the tv screen and visibly seeing your walls convulse.

"Fuck!" You drew out the scream that ripped from your throat as you squirted, the clear liquid bursting from you and drenching your doctor.

"Sh-Shit, I'm going to give you my... my special medicine, okay?" Geto moaned, hips stilling before thick, creamy ropes of his cum ribboned from him.

The small screen had shown the milky liquid fill your cavity, and how you were stuffed full. "Thank you, Doctor," you softly spoke, wincing when he pulled out and no longer feeling the ache. "I feel so much better."

"That's good, I do expect to see you again. Maybe next week?"

KENTO NANAMI -> TEACHER TEACHER!

You were on the brink of failing, and the future didn't seem that bright, at least, not in Mr Nanami's class. You needed a way to get good grades, and you'd do anything for them.

"Please, sir, is there anything I can do to get a distinction?" You ask, your previous test paper clutched in your hands, scribbled in red with a big, fat F.

He looks up at you, his gaze unwavering. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Anything?" he repeats lowly, leaning back in his chair, eyeing you intently.

You frantically nod. "Yes, sir. Anything at all!" You try to give him a smile, trying your best to coax him in giving you an opportunity.

You almost missed the way the corner of his mouth twitched up. Nanami let out a sigh, before he hooked a finger into his tie and pulled at it, loosening the material. "Come here." He instructed, motioning towards his side of the desk.

He spun on his chair to face you before standing up, towering over you. Nanami shot out a hand and cradled your chin, you were momentarily taken aback, but you soon melted into him.

It was hard not to, he was your deathly gorgeous teacher, he always smelt so good, and his physique was impeccable.

His thumb moved to gently rub against your bottom lip. "Since you want this grade so badly, there is one thing you can do," he said, his eyes peering at you through his glasses. "Be a good girl and get on your knees for me, please."

Your breath hitched in your throat but with a firm nod you sank to your knees, his hand still holding your chin tightly.

He was so tall, he could practically look down on you from here. Nanami let out a hum.

"Now what, sir?" You asked, your hands wresting on your thighs as you sat back onto your calves, knees digging into the floor.

"Open your mouth for me." he responded, his voice was low, like a velvety murmur.

For a brief moment, you hesitated before your lips fell open. God forbid if another teacher walked in, but you desperately needed that good grade.

He hummed, his smile was ever so slight, as his eyes focused on your lips. It was mesmerizing to watch him. He then ran his thumb over your lip, gently rubbing against the now exposed flesh.

Nanami had to suppress a shiver at the look of you, on your knees for him, so willing and pliable for him. He was almost tempted to just make a mess of your pretty face right then and there.

"Now stick your tongue out for me, sweet girl."

Obediently, your tongue lolled out, brushing his thumb. You heard your teacher curse under his breath before his thumb delved into your mouth.

You felt his muscles tense, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He had to keep his breathing steady, he didn't want to frighten you but oh, the sight of you, on your knees, mouth open, tongue out, waiting for what he gave you - it was near the edge of what he could contain.

Nanami swallowed, and the pad of his thumb moved against your tongue, a low hum escaping him.

"There you go, such a good girl. Now, keep it out like that, okay?" You were only able to nod. Nanami kept his thumb in your mouth as he sat back down on his chair, moving it in a way that his legs were on either side of you.

He looked down at you, his gaze almost hungry. His thumb slowly ran across your bottom lip again, before he pulled it from your mouth. Nanami hummed, satisfied with your compliance.

"Good, good girl, such an obedient little thing you are, so willing to please your teacher."

He brought his hand up, the back of his fingers gently tracing your cheek, his thumb rubbing against your chin.

"Do you want to know what good girls get?"

"Yes, sir." You mutter softly, before his thumb went back to roll against your thumb.

He chuckled, his eyes tracing your face, the way you were sitting, the way you looked up at him, the way your voice was so submissive and sweet, it got him every time. The way your mouth still looked so wet from him.

He let out a sigh, his thumb leaving your chin before he rested you gently between his legs. "Good girls get rewarded." He said lowly, his other arm coming forward, his fingers gently threading through your hair, gently pulling your head upwards so you were looking up at him, his face inches from yours.

Your ears caught sound of a zipper being pulled down. Nanami pulled his zipper down, watching as your eyes flicked down to see what he was doing.

"Eyes up here, sweet girl." He said, tugging on your hair, pulling your head back up, until you were looking him in the eyes.

The hand in your hair then trailed down, his knuckles tracing your jaw, his fingers then gently gripping your chin. He hummed lowly, his eyes flicking down to your mouth.

"Open it again for me."

Your mouth fell open again, trying your hardest not to look at what Nanami's other was doing, and it was proving to be difficult. He let out chuckle at your obvious struggle. Your attempts at not looking at what he was doing was adorable and endearing to him. You tried so hard to be good, it made him want to reward you more.

His hand that was on your chin moved to rub his fingers against your bottom lip, his other hand still resting on your shoulder.

Nanami hummed, watching as your tongue began to slowly push against his fingers, almost like you were begging for what he was doing.

Then you heard clothes ruffle, and soon you were face to face with your teachers throbbing cock, leaking and begging for you to wrap your mouth around it.

But this was highly unprofessional, and forbidden, and it made you want to continue.

"I'm going to use that pretty mouth, is that fine? It is the way to a good grade." Nanami said, his hand still gripping your hair whine his other gradually began to pump his cock.

"I'll do it." You replied, voice muffled as you spoke around his thumb.

"Good girl," he praised, angling his cock to your gaping lips. You gasped when his tip nudged at your lips, your tongue instinctively licking at his mushroom tip, Nanami cursing under his breath. "Yeah, just keep your mouth open."

He removed his hand from you. Nanami settled back onto his chair and placed both hands on his armrests, letting you take control.

Slowly, you moved and wrapped your hand around his thick shaft, mouth enclosing around the tip and suckling on his leaky tip, salty pre-cum mixing with your saliva.

You began to sink your mouth lower onto him, mouth stretching out as you took more of him. You had to stop briefly when he hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag, but you pushed through before raising your head.

"Shit, sweetheart. Doing really good." Nanami said through gritted teeth, hissing when you sucked harder.

You tried to look at him, wanting to see his reactions, but it was just so hard! Tears pricked at the corners of your eye, your one hand moving down to massage at his balls.

Nanami thrusted up, too immersed in how good you were at sucking cock, what a slut—that's what Nanami thought.

Spit dribbled from your lips and down his cock, tracing the veins as it went and his balls were heavy in your hand.

Your eyes screwed shut, you were fully trying to focus on getting that good grade... that's the only reason you were doing this.

"Mmph, hmm!" You moaned, a harsh and stinging throb pulsated between your legs.

"You're doing so—so good. Maybe I'll give you a C—!" He groaned, fists balling at his sides.

If you could pout, you would, at least it wasn't a fail. Your free hand snuck between your legs and massaged your cunt through your stockings and panties, needing to relive that ache.

"I can't last long, it's been... a while. Just keep sucking and I'll—I'll!" He groaned loudly, before his cum spilled from him, filling your mouth. Greedily and hungrily you gulped it all down before detaching your lips, some spilling out as you coughed and heaved.

"Did I...did I do good?" You asked, rubbing at your sore lips, other hand dropping from your lower ones.

"Mhm, really good, sweetheart. But if you want a higher grade, you should come see me more after classes."

TOJI FUSHIGURO -> THERE'S A LEAK!

The sink in your kitchen has been making funny noises, and whenever you try turn it on, it sprays water directly at you.

Obviously you had to call a plumber.

What you didn't expect was a tall, muscled man with smooth, black hair and a small scar on his lip, whose name tag read: Toji.

Now he was on his back, looking up into the sink, legs spread and thick arms reaching into your pipes.

You were leaning against a cupboard near him, watching him work. He moved himself forward, his dark eyes flicked up to you, meeting your gaze for a moment before looking back down at the pipe he was holding. His eyes moved over you, taking in your whole form, lingering on the curves of your body.

"You could give me a hand, y'know." He said, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

You quirk an eyebrow. "Sure, what do you need help with?" You ask.

He smirked at that, before gesturing to the pipe he was holding. "I need some help holding it steady. This thing's a pain to handle alone." He looked expectantly up at you, that smirk still on his face.

You let out a soft sigh before walking over to him. "What do you need me to hold?" You bend down, giving your pervy plumber a good view at your tits.

He had to stop himself from whistling, his smirk widening as he watched you bend over. He knew you knew what you were doing, and he was enjoying the view.

"Just hold the pipe steady from underneath." He said, his eyes still lingering on your chest.

"I can't reach all the way there." You frown, seeing that you'd have to almost crawl on top of him to hold the loose pipe.

Toji shot you a smirk. "So it seems, come sit on my lap. It's the only way." He purred.

He didn't wait for you to respond, his hands quickly taking hold of your waist as he pulled you onto his lap, his strong thighs enveloping vou. He wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you in place against him.

His eyes had darkened, a smirk on his lips. "Much better..."

You would have thought he had stolen one of your pipes and shoved it deep in his pockets, but no... he was just that big!

You quickly got rid of those thoughts before moving forward, reaching to hold the pipe he needed you to hold.

Toji’s breath hitched as you slid closer, his arm pulling you even tighter against him. He had to bite down on his lip to keep himself from groaning at the feeling of you against him. When he spoke, his voice was rough, low. "That's right, hold it like that."

You soon grabbed the pipe and held it, though you don't know how your plumber was able to focus with you almost fully parallel on him.

His grip on your waist was bruising, his hands holding you tightly as he tried to focus on the pipe. But it was difficult, with you sat so close to him. He could feel the heat of your body, the press of your curves against him, and it was making it hard to think about anything other than how much he wanted you. He gritted his teeth, his jaw flexing as he forced himself to speak. "You're doing good, keep holding it like that..."

His eyes flicked to your face, taking in your expression as you focused on holding the pipe. He liked what he saw, the way you looked, leaned over his lap like that. He couldn't help but feel a stirring in his lower stomach, the feeling of you so close, and he had to bite back a low growl.

He was trying to act nonchalant, trying not to show how affected he was by you, but it was getting harder and harder to hold it all in.

"You're doing great," he repeated. "Just stay just like that."

"You know... it would bad if my husband came home and saw me. Are you sure this is alright?" You ask, looking down at the handsome man below you.

"Your husband?" He smirked up at you, his tone a mix of amusement and irritation. "Yer married?" He tightened his grip on your waist, his eyes roaming over your body as he spoke. "And how would yer husband feel, watching ya, leaned over my lap like this?"

"Oh he'd be really mad." You spoke softly.

"Even more mad if I do this?" The man raised his hips and ground them into yours, causing you to groan and almost drop the pipe. He felt you react to his movement, the soft sound that came from you made a low growl rumble in his chest.

"Oh, I bet he would be."

He leaned forward, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, his voice low and rough. "I wonder what else I could do to make him jealous..." he murmured.

You didn't miss the devious look in his eyes, and you didn't pull out of this little game you two had. "He'd be mad if you touched me more... touched me further."

He liked the look in your eyes, the way you played along with him. He hummed in agreement, his hands moving down to your hips, holding you against him. "Oh, I'm sure he would be."

One of his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up, exposing more and more of your skin. "Very, very mad." "So mad." Toji had to stifle a groan when you let him lift your shirt, and when he saw your exposed breasts, so soft, needing his rough hands to play with them.

His grip on your hips tightened as he looked over your exposed skin, his eyes lingering on your breasts. He had to force himself to keep his touch light, just enough to tease you, to make you shiver and whimper.

But he was doing a very bad job of holding back. “Yeah... he'd definitely be mad." He was breathing heavily now, his hands roaming over your tits, calluses brushing your taut nipples, making soft sighs fall from your lips.

"I really want to upset him, and I'd do whatever it takes." You murmured, finger running along the waistband of his pants.

Toji smirked up at you, canines as sharp as the jagged scar on his lip. "I can think of a few ways, just lift your hips quickly, sweet thing." He said, watching as you raised your hips so he could pull his work pants down.

His black underwear went along with it, and out sprung the thickest, girthy-est and meatiest cock you had ever seen. Your eyes followed it as it swayed like a pendulum.

"Ya think you can take it? Shit, your husband probably has a pencil dick." Toji chuckled, eyeing the small bit of drool on your lip.

"You're so big. I don't know if it can fit." You whine, hand moving to his cock's base, frowning when your fingers were no where near touching.

"Sure it can, just need to see that juicy pussy and push it in. Trust me, ma. I'm a pussy professional."

His fingers went to your thin leggings, and 'riiippp', tore a hole right over yours. His fingers snuck in, feeling your bare folds glide on his fingers.

"You weren't even wearing panties, you slut. Probably always wanted to be fucked by the plumber, dirty girl." He purred, pulling his fingers away to grab his cock.

"Are you sure this is safe? I don't want to go to the doctor with any sort of pain." You huff, slowly sitting down on Toji's cock, feeling it stretch your cunt open deliciously.

"Don't worry, ya can take it. I know she's wet enough for this dick, isn't she?" Toji spoke to your pussy, feeling it clench around as you sunk further and further down onto him, your face contorting into one of pleasure.

"Never felt s-someone as big as you, hah. Not even my husband can stretch me out like this." You whine, feeling as if you were going to be torn into two. Your hands push on his tummy when he bottoms out, the both of you groaning out in unison.

"Quit yer yapping and let me fuck this pussy dumb. Might leave ya in a pile of my cum for yer husband to see." Toji smirked before he's thrusting up into you, already reaching the tip of your cervix.

"Oh—! Mhm, mhm! Let him see how someone actually f-fucks me! Want your cum so bad." You arch your back to grind down on him, your lips fell open and wanton moans left them.

"Barely know me and wants my cum. Such a silly slut ya are," Toji's hand whips out to slap your tits, watching them jiggle and you moan. "Oh, ya like that? What a whore."

His palms swat away at your breasts, watching as they began to saturate in a flushed colour as they took more slaps, now sensitive and sore.

Your legs are bent underneath you, and you use your knees bend and move to meet Toji's thrusts. There's a soft 'pap' sound that's ongoing the more you two fuck.

His balls are cushioned under the curve of your ass, slowly filling with his cum. One of his hands goes back to the pipes while the other is now of your ass, hitting it until it turns the same shade as your tits, even through your leggings.

There's a white ring that had dripped down to the base of Toji's cock. His fingers are digging into your ass. "Fuck, ma. Yer gripping me real tight. Might need ya to call me if there are any other leaks other than this fucking pussy. Ya can call me when yer stupid husband is—fuck!— home, need him to see how to treat a s-slut." Toji groans, mouth ajar as huffs and moans slip.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I need to cum so badly! I can feel I need to—!" You threw your head back when Toji's thick fingers were rubbing fast and hard at your clit. Your toes curled against your wooden floors and you moaned.

"Already? Guess that's what happens when I unclog a pipe, she gets leaky. Heh, get i-it?" He jokes, watching as your muscles tense, falling forward onto him.

He forgets the pipes and shoots a hand out on the counter so you don't hit your head. Your tits are bouncing on his face, and Toji groans, his thrusts getting weaker.

"Cock's so good! I'm gonna—aww fuck—! Need to c-cum! I—ah—! Fuck!" Your nails dug into his pecs as you creamed around his cock, body spasming as you came, hard.

"Yeah, there yer go. Needta knock up—shit—! Gonna fill her up nice and good!" Toji groans, feeling his thighs shake before he's busting his hot and sticky load deep into your cunt. The feeling had you shiver.

When both your orgasms died down, Toji still had you sit prettily on his lap, cock still nestled in your gummy walls, clogging his cum inside while you hold the pipe, allowing Toji to finish.

After he was done, you begrudgingly slide off, feeling your shared cum drip out from you. You clench your thighs, having no leggings or underwear to hold it. "So, how much do I owe you for fixing my pipes?" You ask the man.

Toji slides out from where he is, wet stain over his pants. "Don't worry, sweet thing. Won't charge ya, but I might next time when I come fix yer shower, can hear it leaking from here." He sent you a wink, before grabbing his tool box, and leaving you stunned and flushed.

RYOMEN SUKUNA -> CHEERLEADER!

Sukuna, the captain of the football team, can't help but watch as you cheer them on. Tiny skirt flapping as you bounced, tits jiggling in the tight cheer top you wore. He played his game extra well, to impress you. He even went up to you, and said he needed to speak to you, in private.

That's why you were in the men's changing room. Sitting on one of the benches while Sukuna came out the shower, shiny and glazed with water, and boy did he look good.

"What did you need to speak to me about?" You asked, feeling your fingers curl around your pom-poms, trying so hard not to ogle at the captain.

He wiped a hand through his wet, pink hair, tattoos stretching as he did, before humming. "You know, I was watching you cheer today, and I didn't think you were as quick and flexible as all the other girls."

He walked towards you, letting the towel sit low on his waist. Even though you had just seen him fully dressed earlier, seeing him only in a towel made you realise just how toned his muscles were.

His eyes locked on yours as he stopped right in front of you. "I mean, there's some improvements that can be made."

"But I think I'm flexible. I can do all the tricks they want us to, doesn't that matter?" You ask, turning to face him.

He hummed again, moving right closer to you. You could his towering figure even better now. "Yes, but what if I think that you need extra practice?" He asked, crossing his arms. That made his biceps look more prominent, the bulge of it obvious as he stared down at you.

"I practice almost every day." You huff.

Sukuna chuckled. A sly smirk was on his face as he looked you up and down. He moved one of his hands to your chin, pulling it up so you'd look at him properly. "How about you show me some more, doll, hm? A private session." He spoke with a low, husky voice. It sent shivers down your spine as he pulled his hand away, watching you expectantly.

You nod. "Yes, I'll prove that I'm flexible and you're making it up," You snark, before standing up. You walked a few steps away, while Sukuna sat down. "Okay, I'll do a kick up," you kick your leg up, ankle above your head before it dropped down. "And now a pike." You jump, bending at the waist as you reach out and touch your toes.

He watched you in intrigue. Eyes not leaving you for a second, just completely focused on you. His elbows rested in his knees while he watched you, a very small smirk on his lips. "Pretty flexible, I'll give you that, but can you do a split?" He asked, knowing full well that would be a challenge.

"Yes, it's a pretty easy thing to do." You throw your pom-poms down before you allow your weight to drop, one leg stretched behind you while the other in front.

When you got down into the split, he had to stop himself from raising his brows in surprise. He didn't expect you to be able to do it. The position of you on the ground, legs like that... his mind started to think of stuff. But he snapped out of it.

He stood up so he was towering above, his foot was next to your hand as he watched you. 'Well, I do have a special form of practicing... if you wanted to try that?" He asked, with a smirk. You slowly got up, fixing your little skirt before walking over. "Hmm, okay. I guess we can try that if it will help me get more flexible."

Sukuna stood up and walked around behind you, placing a hand at the small of your back so you didn't move when he knelt down. He pushed your shoulders down, making you lean forward. "You need this to stretch your hamstrings." He started to stretch your leg out, pushing your ankle down so your foot was flat on the floor.

He pushed you forward some more, making you grab onto the back of your knees for support. The position made you look extra flexible. "Feel any stretch?" He asked behind you, he kept pushing you down more to see just how flexible you could be... just to see how much you could take.

"Only a little, it's not bad." You hum, staring straight at the floor.

He moved one hand to your other foot, so he was pushing on both knees and ankles, making you stay there, just as flexible as you were. He pressed a little harder, stretching you out more. The position was getting even lower and he liked it. "You sure? You don't feel anything stretching there?" He asked, in a playful manner.

You just hum.

He kept this position for a few minutes, before standing up and letting you stretch out your legs. "Seems like you are pretty flexible... but we won't know until we see your other stretches." He walked back in front of you, arms still crossed as he looked down at you. "Can you do a middle split?" He asked, now wanting to see you do that.

"Yes but l'm not the greatest at it, I might need to hold onto something when I go down, that's all."

"Sure, I'll spot you for that. I got your back..." He moved behind you and knelt back down, putting one hand on your lower back and the other grabbed you under your thigh. That made you spread your legs out more, putting them in a split position, letting him stretch you out. Your legs glided on the floor before you were sat.

You sat down, a small shiver running down his spine. Sukuna let go as he watched you, a bit of a smirk on his lips.

The position of you between his legs and down on the floor like this was making him think of some stuff. He shook his head quickly. He moved in front of you, crouching down to look at you. "Maybe we should move onto the next form of stretching? It'll help out the most." He said, in a low husky voice.

You nod and got up. "Okay... if you know what's best."

Sukuna licked his bottom lip. "Alright, I'll need you to lay on your back before lifting yourself and balancing on your hands on feet, I know it's basic but it is a flexibility test after all."

Sukuna stood and backed up a little, as you got in the correct position. He smirked a little as he knelt just in front of you, watching how flexible you were. You were pretty damn flexible... but he needed to make sure. Especially with all these dirty thoughts running through his head. He walked around until he was between your legs, staring at your tummy while your head was hidden behind your shoulders. "Very well, but there's one more thing I'll need to stretch out."

"What's that?" You asked, raising your chin to see him better.

Sukuna smirked, fingers reaching out to play with the fabric of your skirt, slowly inching it up to expose your spoiled panties— were you already wet?

He saw the small damp spot in your panties, making him smirk a bit. He moved his hand to your thighs, rubbing them. "I need this part to stretch as well..." he said in a husky voice.

You gasp, almost collapsing in on yourself but were able to keep steady. "A-Are you sure I need to be stretched out there? I don't understand why."

He hummed a little, fingers still rubbing your thigh. The wet spot was becoming more damp as he looked at it. "I would say it's a very tight area, and needs a lot of stretches..." he said, as if he meant it. Clearly it was just an excuse.

You sigh out. "Okay, you can...stretch me out there." You let your head drop down, feeling blood rush to your cheeks.

He hummed softly. He was surprised at how quickly you were to change your mind, but not complaining about it. He put his hands on your waistband, giving a small tug, but not pulling on them. He glanced up at you, making sure he wasn't pushing you too far.

When Sukuna saw no complaint, he let your skirt settle at your hips before his fingers moved to your underwear, waiting no time to push them aside.

You heard something fall, feeling the material drop at your feet before you felt skin touch your thighs— his thighs.

Gulping, you raise your head back up, eyes bulging when you saw Sukuna's thick, long cock bob between your legs.

"Just relax, doll face. Just gonna stretch you out real nice." He hummed, grabbing onto your thighs while his dripping tip pushed at your folds. Your hips roll up onto his when he pushed in, it was a real stretch, your cunt ached as it accommodated to Sukuna's massive size.

"Mm, you're stretching me out so much! I don't think it can fully fit!" You whine, mouth agape when Sukuna pushed himself further into you.

"Don't be daft, it will fit. We'll make it." He rounded his hips back before shoving himself fully into you with one thrust, sending you into a cacophony of nonsense, spewing out stuff like 'too full' or 'too big!"

Sukuna was deep inside you, his fat tip nudging at the small opening of your cervix with little strain. He watched as your cunt gripped him, his cock getting shiny with your arousal, and a barely noticeable bulge in your tummy.

"Can feel you stretching out better now. You were way too tight." Sukuna said, hips thwacking yours, the sound bouncing off the lockers.

Your toes curled. Blood rushed to your head, making you feel faint. "P-Please can we find a new posi...tion. I'm feeling lightheaded." You whine, vision blurring.

"It's just how good my dick is stretching you, but alright, I suppose." Sukuna pulled out, watching as you collapse before getting up.

He walked over to the bench again and sat down, waiting for you to follow.

Once you were near him, he grabbed at your wrist and pulled you onto him. His cock finding your puckering hole again and shoving itself in. "Aah! Give me a warning!" You moaned your complaint.

"Yeah, yeah. Just bounce on this dick, let me see you out those hips to use." He huffed.

You raised a leg, placing your foot on the bench before you bucked your hips, riding Sukuna. Your brows pinched up, and your lips poured as you continued to stretch around his monstrous girth.

Sukuna's eyes were trained on the way your skirt bounced, your tits pressed up against his pecs and the faces and noises you were making. No wonder why his whole football team was lusting over you.

His hand wrapped around your neck, his sheer strength alarmed you as he pushed you back, only holding you by your neck and hip before he began to fuck up into you. "Gripping me like a god damn slut. Does it turn you on? Being fucked by your football captain in the locker room? Anyone could walk in."

Your mouth fell open, and your tongue slipped out. The sight was utterly pornographic. "Gah—! Hah—! I feel so good!" You blabbered, arching your back and forcing Sukuna deeper into your cunt.

"Maybe I should have my boys see how flexible you are for themselves—fuck—have you real stretched out then." Sukuna groaned, fingers digging into your flesh.

He was able to balance you in his grip around your neck while his other hand snaked down and shoved your top up, exposing your bouncing tits.

"W-Wait! I need to pee!" You whined, trying to warn him.

However, Sukuna wasn't inexperienced and knew what that meant. "Just go now, gonna have you squirt on this dick."

He sat back, grabbing a leg and throwing it before twisting you around, your back facing him.

Instinctively, you grabbed your legs, all while being used like a doll. "You sure? I'm not into p—."

"Just take the fucking piss, slut. You're gonna squirt." He growled, feeling you tense up before your moans crescendoed in octaves before a clear stream sprayed out from you, it was more pleasurable than cumming.

"Oh! Just like that! So good—so good!" You whined, watching as your squirt wet your thighs and the floor below.

"Squirted and I didn't play with your clit, what a sensitive play thing." Sukuna smirked, grabbing into your hips harder before his pace began to accelerando. His sharp canines sunk into the flesh on your shoulder before he was cumming deep inside your cunt.

Just then, the door opened and in filed the rest of the football team, who didn't pay you a single glance, like you weren't there.

Sukuna whistled, sliding you off and placing you next to him. "You boys want a turn? She still needs more stretching out."

CHOSO KAMO -> WHAT ARE YOU DOING STEPBRO!

Your mother had recently married a new man—Kenjaku, now landing you with three step-brothers. Two of which were an utter nuisance, while the third was more calm, and you seldomly saw, but when you did, there was a lingering tension between the two of you, something that shouldn't happen.

Yet you two couldn't help yourselves, ogling each other over the dinner table, actions going unaware by the rest of your family.

You couldn't help yourself— he looked good. Inked stripe across his nose, his hair tousled, his dark and ringed eyes looking you up and down like you were a piece of meat, yet he remained as poised as ever.

You two had never really spoken to each other, your first encounter was a mere introduction, but it felt different, like you had some sort of connection. He was the eldest of the three brothers, a man who was so easy to look at, you began to wonder what it would be like to touch him.

The way he seemed to ogle you at the dinner table, you began to wonder if he had those same thoughts, or were you just imaging things? He seemed to have become less focused during dinner, his eyes were focused solely on you, he barely paid attention to the conversation between his other two brothers, and the rest of the family. It was as if he had become distracted by something, or someone.

He still held onto his calm, unbothered aura, but it began to feel different, like his stare was becoming more intense, he was studying you.

You needed to know if he felt the same, or if you were misjudging the whole situation, so you pick up you spoon, after dessert was brought out, and dip it into the small bit of caramel sauce before bringing it to your lips. Your eyes found Choso's again while your lips wrapped around the edge of the small spoon, trying your best to seductively lick it off.

Choso watched you intensely as you began to lick the spoon, watching how you did things so gently, as you glanced his way.

He almost looked bothered, like he was struggling to keep his composure, his breath hitched ever so slightly.

He tried to quickly return his focus back to the conversation, to seem like everything was fine, but his stare often shifted back to you, he was completely enamored by the subtle action you did.

Your mother only notice you, reaching a hand out to lightly wack your arm. "That's not how you use a spoon, and where are your manners?

You snapped your head towards your mother, your eyes growing slightly wide as she commented, you had completely forgot you were surrounded by other people, your mom even wacked your arm.

You tried to play it off, laughing slightly before putting the spoon down, acting like you were embarrassed. All your doing was for him anyways.

He still remained unbothered, watching the whole conversation between your mother and you, his eyes trailing down your form.

You could feel your heart race faster, you knew exactly who you were doing this for, and you wanted his eyes always on you, you desired for that moment—-Your brothers began to bicker, throwing slight insults at eachother, but he wasn't paying attention, his eyes remained focused on you, taking in your every move, like you were the only one alive in the room.

Then, dinner concluded, and while everyone had rushed off into their rooms, you were left to wash the dishes, even in the darkness of your house, except for the warm, flickering light in the kitchen.

The house felt oddly silent, your family had retired to their rooms, leaving you to clean up. You were doing as you usually did on dinner night.

You couldn't help but notice the kitchen wasn't completely dark, the light gently illuminated the room, as you stood at the sink, in front of the window. You had washed dishes for about five minutes, then suddenly, you weren't alone anymore.

He was here...Choso...

He stood in the doorway of the kitchen, just as calm as ever, his eyes trailed up and down your body, taking in everything. You could feel his gaze burn into you—he slowly walked towards you, taking his time to approach.

He stayed quiet for a couple moments, simply observing you as you washed the dishes, eventually you felt a gentle coldness on your waist, his hands rested against you, but his touch felt like it burned at the same time.

Choso had come behind you, not saying a word, his chest pressing against your back, as he reached for the sponge in your hand.

“Let me wash the dishes for you." His voice was soft, though you could hear the slight gravel in it, and how husky it was... it felt like he was so close. His breath fanned against your neck, as his chest was pressed against your back.

You allowed him to properly take the sponge, while his other hand snuck around as he washed the dishes, leaving you trapped.

It felt like you were completely trapped, his hands worked rather fast with scrubbing the plates, leaving you locked in place. He kept you pinned against the sink, his breath slightly quickened, and you could feel his heartbeat, beating gently. He kept his body pressed against yours.

Choso worked quickly, scrubbing away at the dishes, you were the only thing on his mind. He wanted to do this for you, he wanted to be the only one to do this for you, to have this closeness with you.

Soon, he was finished with the dishes, he gently rinsed them underneath the water, he shut the water off, the gentle splashing sounds stopped, but he didn't pull away.

He stood closely behind you, feeling every breath against your neck.

"Thank you, Choso. You didn't have to." You spun around, gasping when you realised just how close you two were, close enough to count his eyelashes on his purple ringed eyes—was it makeup?

You'd never know.

He remained close, his hand rested on the sink behind you, trapping you between him and the counter. His eyes gazed down at you, before he glanced at your lips, then back at your eyes.

"I wanted to." He spoke softly again, he could hear his own heartbeat in his ears, his eyes lingered on your lips for quite some time.

You just hum, leaning back onto the sink. "Still, you didn't have to." He stepped forward a bit, he had you practically caged in with his body, he tilted his head towards you. He could tell you felt flustered, yet he only got closer, closing any bit of space between the two of you.

His eyes trailed back down to your lips, he could hear his own thoughts, begging for a kiss.

He glanced back up at your eyes again, it felt like his own were begging, pleading, asking for permission, he knew what he was doing, yet he waited, he didn't wanna cross any boundaries you didn't want to cross. His breathing became slightly deeper, he could smell the soft scent of your shampoo, it was addicting.

Slowly, hesitantly, you slid a hand up his torso before it nestled on his collar area, your breathing grew heavy, and you batted your eyelashes. "It was very kind of you."

A small hint of a smile tugged his lips, he leaned his head down a bit, feeling the soft touch of your hand against his chest.

Choso had a soft expression on his face, though all he could focus on was your eyes, he liked the look you gave him, and that made his heart race. You were so pretty, and he was so close to doing something he had been thinking of non-stop.

His fingers gently tapped against the counter, he wanted to reach out and hold you, but he kept his self control. He glanced down at your lips again, the gentle touch of your hand against his chest, you were driving him insane. His breaths were heavier, the temptation to lean in and kiss you was overwhelming.

He was doing everything in his power to control himself, his self control was running thin, his breath was uneven now, he glanced between your eyes and lips constantly. He couldn't handle what kept building up inside, he needed to do something, but he didn't want to do anything until you wanted the same.

He was so close to you, he was practically leaning over you, completely blocking you in the sink.

The tips of his black hair brushed your forehead, and you were soon gazing up into his eyes, breath mingling with his own. "I wish you weren't my step brother." You whispered, craning your neck so your noses could touch.

Choso couldn't help himself, his head was empty, his thoughts were gone, he felt like his heart had stopped when you said that. He shut his eyes for a moment, just feeling the touch of your skin against his.

His head nodded a bit, he pressed his nose against yours, like a small act of intimacy. He had wanted you, he wanted you ever since he saw you. “...Me too."

Choso was a patient man, he never did anything rash, he never went too fast, but you were pushing him past his limits.

His hands were close to touching you, but he kept fighting it, his knuckles began to turn white as he gripped the edge of the counter. He wanted you, all of you, but he held in all his urges, he still wanted your permission.

You let your eyes flutter shut, moving closer until your lips ghosted over his. "But that doesn't mean anything to me. I want you, Choso."

The words you spoke were like music to his ears, all of his self control was gone, it was thrown away in seconds. His eyes shut completely, and slowly he gave in as he leaned into your lips, he pressed his lips against yours, and gently kissed you.

This felt like a wave of pure bliss, the moment he had been desperate for had finally happened, his hands had gently grabbed your waist. He kissed you softly, but the passion was very clear.

Then, the kiss began to grow feverish. Choso's hips were grinding into yours, your arms were wrapped around his neck and your teeth and tongues clashed.

That kiss was enough to break the dam, it was like he had unleashed some sort of demon, and now he was starving for you. In this moment, he was desperate for you. He had never felt this way, and he would do anything for this feeling.

Choso was trying his best to control himself, yet his urges only grew as he gently bit your lip.

Testing, his hands firm on your hips, spun you around, his groin grinding into your ass before his lips found yours, letting out whimpers into the kiss.

Choso was completely out of breath from these kisses, you had him completely captured, yet his hands were still gentle, but now his grip was firmer, his fingers pressing into your waist. He moved his hips gently at first, getting used to the feeling of you against him.

He wanted you, more than words could ever express, but you had him so weak, desperate.

You shifted your hips back, bumping back into his, a gasp left his lips. You moved a hand to grip his jaw, pulling him deeper into the kiss, even though your neck began to ache. "You can fuck me, Cho. I know you want to."

It was like those words had broken him, like he couldn't hold back anymore.

Choso took those words as you wanted him too, and he groaned, he took in a sharp breath, and grabbed your hips. He bit down lightly on your jaw, before kissing down your neck.

God, the things you had him feeling, it was like he had no strength left, you really had him addicted, hooked.

His hands were all over you, over your tummy, your back, your breasts, he left you panting.

He did everything he could, he left no part of you untouched, his hands roamed over every inch of your body, he wanted you, and he was not letting you go. He only broke away for air, his breaths heavy and shaky. He kissed down your neck, leaving small hickeys as if they were a mark of his possession of you.

"We...shouldn't be... doing this." He breathed, tongue lapping away at your neck while you began to shimmy your pants down.

Choso was so conflicted, between his thoughts and the pleasure you gave him. He couldn't help himself, like he was stuck in a trance, and he couldn't break out.

His breaths were heavy and quick, yet the sounds he would make were desperate as he did his best to hold himself back, to hold it in. Yet his hands gripped your waist, he was already trying to hold himself back from pinning you down right there.

"We shouldn't," your pants fell, leaving your underwear exposed, you bent forward, grinding your hips into his prominent bulge in his pants. "Doesn't mean we can't."

His breaths were uneven, he leaned in, and bit his lip in an attempt to hold in any noise as you grinded against him. He was so tempted, to shut everything else away and just go for it. He was struggling to stay quiet, just thinking of all the things he wanted to do to you. He tried to get closer to you, his hands moved up to feel you, to take in the shape and feel of your curves.

"What if someone hears?" Choso groaned, hoping no one came to see what the noise was, his hips bucking into yours.

He was struggling, and so were you. He was desperate, he needed you as close as possible, and his hips bucked into yours, but he tried to keep it quiet, but the sounds he was making and was trying to hold in.

He was really struggling to be quiet.

"They won't, I promise. I need you, so badly. I've been thinking dirty thoughts about you, Choso." You whimpered, feeling Choso's fingers move up your thigh and press where you need him most. The words fell right into his ears, and he groaned in response. Choso was trying to keep his voice quiet, but his voice was husky, and it felt like you were pushing him closer to the edge. He needed more of you, more of this.

He needed it.

He was getting desperate, his hands roaming, touching, wanting. He pressed against you more, but it wasn't enough, he was getting lost on you, his thoughts and his desires.

His fingers caressed against you, his ring and thumb rubbing against the fabric, but he was trying to keep himself together. His fingers were desperate, his breathing was shaky, god, he wanted to take you right here, right now.

"I've been having thoughts about you too. Ah—I feel so bad, but I can't help it." It was almost like Choso lost all consciousness as he pushed his pants down, throbbing, leaking, dripping cock springing out.

He was so in the moment, the thoughts that filled his mind were filled with you, how he could only think about you, and wanting to give himself to you fully. His breaths were heavy, and his thoughts started to become more sinful, he wanted to give you everything he had to give. He felt like he was losing himself.

He could feel just how you affected him, like there was no stopping now. He had never felt this way before, so desperate, so consumed by someone else.

Choso’s hands held your chest, and he leaned down to take your neck, he couldn't stop his movements, he had been wanting this so badly. He was getting closer to losing control, his lips kissing the side of your neck.

"We shouldn't be doing this. We shouldn't be doing this..." Choso chanted over and over, hips bucking into yours, sucking harder onto your neck. He needed this.

Quickly, you pushed your panties down, then bent over the sink, exposed cunt against Choso's balls. "Please, Cho? Need it so bad."

He tried to hold back, he really did, but the sounds you made, those words... the way you pressed into him, his mind was going blank. His hands roamed up and down your body, like he was studying you, touching all your curves.

He could feel you, he needed you, he needed something from you that he had never wanted before. He was so desperate for anything

You moved a hand behind you, finding Choso's cock and pumping it. "F-Fine, I'll give you what you—hah—! want." Choso grabbed his cock from you, before craning it until the tip hooked onto your puckering hole. He shifted his weight on his feet while his hands held your hips.

With one thrust, he sheathed himself inside your gummy walls. "Fuck, Cho. You're so big." You whine, feeling your body rock as Choso gently but firmly fucked you.

"You're so tight—hah—! if I knew you felt this good, maybe I would've done s-something sooner." Choso groaned, hips picking up the pace as he got lost in the feeling of you. His teeth sunk into his lower lip, wet sounds ricocheted off the kitchen cabinets.

He moved both hands down to your tummy before cupping them, he then raised you by your tummy, gravity pulling down, which provided a toe curling pressure to build as it forced you to feel his cock deeper in your guts.

"Cho! Cho! You're so deep! Oh fuck!" You mewl, throwing your head back in pleasure. Your lips fell open and loud moans, family long gone from your worry, and you chanted his name.

"Y-Yeah, pretty girl. Guess I am—oh fuck—!" Choso gasped, his fingers snaking down to your neglected and throbbing clit while he strongly still pushed up into your tummy.

Your chest was pushed against the counter, cheek as well, as you took Choso's fat cock in your cunt, bullying it relentlessly. His fingers strum your clit, thighs quivering at the same rhythmic pace.

"Can't last...long. Need to cum in this pussy...the best pussy I've—!" Choso doesn't get to finish his sentence before he's finishing inside you, spilling his seed until there's no more space. With a grunt, he pulls out, watching his cum drip onto the floor. "Oh fuck, I'm so sorry. You didn't even—."

"Cho, it's fine. I still enjoyed it." You reassure, even though you were somewhat upset.

You watched choso nibble his lip before shaking his head. "No, it's not. I still want you to cum, but I'm a little spent...oh! I know." He is quick to grab you again, spinning you around and picking you up before you're sat on the counter.

His hands are pushing your legs apart, and his head is diving between your legs, hungrily lapping at your used and abused cunt. "Ch-Cho, what are you doing?" You asked, hands going to his head.

"Can't have you not cum, pretty. Plus I've been imagining this for a while now." He murmured into your skin, the sound sending vibrations through your clit.

Choso's lips kissed away at your clit, the tips of his teeth gently grazing it every now and then. Your fingers were messing up his hair, the dark roots askew now. Your heels dug into the cabinets below as you shifted your hips, bring Choso deeper into you.

"Ah fuck, Choso! You're really g-good!" You whine, feeling him hum.

Drool dribbled down his chin, the wet and slurping sounds were loud at this time of night. "Please cum for me, pretty girl... need to have you cum." Choso said softly, moving his head to stroke your clit with his tongue, dipping into your hole with every stroke.

"I am! I'm gonna cum! Fuck this is so so wrong, but so right! Ah—!" You threw your head back as you came on Choso's tongue, the boy drinking it all up as you came undone.

Soon you settled into a soft mess of pants, watching Choso stand up and wipe at his chin, still between your legs. "You did so well, pretty," he kissed your head, lips staying on your skin. "And I can't lie, I don't want this to be the last time we do something like this."

You nod, leaning into his touch. "Me too."

And just then, you heard footsteps.

INO TAKUMA -> GOOD COP BAD COP!

You thought you could get away with your petty crime of stealing, but as you sped off in your hijacked car, blue and red lights flickered behind you. With a grumble you pull over, watching as a police officer with shaggy brown hair and what appeared to be a beanie walked over, baton in hand— for the incase.

You nervously bit your lip as he drew closer, until he was right by your door.

He bent down, knocking on your window.

With a raised brow he motions with the baton for you to roll down the window, the other hand holding onto the strap of his weapon. After your moment of hesitation you finally roll the window down, and he peers in. "Do you know why I pulled you over?" He asked with a stern voice.

You give him your best smile. "No, officer. Was I speeding? I thought I was well in the speed limit." You pout.

Ino’s eyes flicked to your lips as you spoke, and he cleared his throat, a low grumble as he tapped at his notepad. "Well I know for a fact that this car is registered as stolen, that being the very reason l pulled you over. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that? Would you?" He said in a skeptical tone.

You feign a gasp. "Oh, no. I borrowed this car from a friend. I can call them or something." You lie.

He lets out a soft chuckle, raising a brow at you with a teasing smirk. "Oh-borrowed huh? From a friend? Then you won't mind me coming around the car right? To see the license plate and such? It'd just be for the report." He said but his voice had something like a challenge in it. He was definitely trying to call your bluff.

You gulped. "U-Uh, sure. You can do your job." You give him a nervous chuckle.

He nods, before walking round back and checking the plate on the license, and writing things down in a notepad before checking the front plate, coming to the side of the car, and gently tapping his baton at your side window.

"Mind if I take a peek inside, make sure you aren't hiding any contraband?" He asked. Fuck, he's onto you. Why did the police officer have to do his damn job? You just give him a slow nod.

Unlatching the door and swinging it open, he slowly crouched down, peeking his head inside from the open door. "Go ahead and raise your hands for me, please. And make sure nothing is hidden in your bra, or even pants. Would you do that for me miss?" He mused, as he gently tapped the baton at your seat.

You let out a sigh, unbuckling your seat belt and opening the door before getting out, then raising your hands. "How am I supposed to prove I'm not hiding anything with my hands up?"

"I don't know, let's start with a pat down hm?" Ino said, his voice teasing. Moving the baton under your chin he gently tilted your head up before lifting you and pinning you against the car, running his gloved hands down your body. From thighs, back to your chest.

The police officer was really touchy, and you didn't mind, maybe it would help him get off your case. Once his hands reached your chest he tapped at your chest lightly, before moving to your sides, then down your back and to your thighs again. It was a rather thorough check, you wondered what the reason was behind it, as he patted his palms down your outer thighs.

"All clear back there." He said with a smirk, before pulling away, and gently pushing you against the car again. "Now your front please."

You slowly spin around, hands still raised.

Ino’s hands went to the car first. Checking the door, then windows, before moving to your thighs again, and patting up your inner legs slowly. Until his hands were just outside that special area, before moving up to your hips. "I can't be too gentle ma'am, so forgive me." He teased as his hands reached your shirt, patting against your mid-section now.

As he finished with your shirt, tapping at your chest again. "Lift your shirt for me, please. I still need to do your lower area." He said.

It was surely protocol, but you flushed.

"I'm not...wearing anything underneath." You said, voice soft

Ino just smirked. "It's just protocol, ma'am. I won't stare too long, just need a quick check."

Something about his gaze made you feel hot and bothered, so you slowly grab the ends of your top and lift, exposing your bare breasts.

His smirk turned a bit wider as you lifted your shirt, as he kept looking, and gently touched your skin, slowly running his hands down just above your pants. "Just making an inspection. You know, contraband and all." He mused.

Ino was about to let you go when he saw the shiny gun next to your seat, hie had he not seen that before?

With a sudden realization he reached for the gun, quickly pulling it out. "Oh look, a gun? That's an interesting piece of contraband you've got here ma'am. Care to explain?" He mused, his teasing tone gone, replaced by a tone more serious.

You felt sweat bead on your forehead as you dropped your top. "I didn't even know that was there! Probably my friend's...his car after all."

He raised a brow, chuckling softly as he took out his handcuffs. "Oh? I see. I guess then, that you wouldn't be opposed to me cuffing you. So you won't suddenly run off?" He smiled at you, as he waited for your reply.

Your mouth fell open in shock. "C-Cuff me? But I'm innocent" As you spoke he gently tapped the handcuffs at your cheek, chuckling softly.

"Oh? Are you? Because with that gun next to the seat your pretty little ass was sitting on, I beg to differ. I'm going to have to take you in for questioning, and I'm afraid I'll have to cuff you, if you happen to run off. " He tutted softly.

"Unless you want something to happen to you?"

You felt him turn you around, forcibly having you bend over the hood of your car before the cold metal was wrapping around your wrists. "Please? I'll do anything to be let go."Tapping you on the shoulders lightly, he chuckled at your plead. "Anything huh?" He hummed, looking at your wrists.

"Well... I might have a way for you to be let go. But that all depends on what you're willing to do for it." He purred the last part softly.

"I'll do it! Just what is it?" You plead.

"Hm..." he hummed. A smirk tugged at his lips as he gently nudged his baton between your thighs, tapping you between them lightly. "I'm sure you'd know. You see... I could simply take you to the station and put you behind a cell. You'll probably have to make a court case for this gun, have a fine, or more. Or... You do a favor for me." He hummed the last line.

You aggressively nod against the hood of your car. "I'll do your favour..."

Ino smirked. "Alrighty then, I'll just need you to stay still, unless you want to go to the station?" He asked, watching you shake your head. "Good girl, now all I'm gonna do is use this pretty cunt, then you'll be as free as a bird." He purred, fingers pulling your pants down.

You gasp when you felt the cold night air brush your ass and cunt, that was embarrassingly wet. You heard Ino tut behind you.

"My, my, what a bad girl you've been, wet already and all I did was cuff you, and pat you down? Dirty girl. Might need to see that pretty pussy more." Ino said.

You felt something hard push and spread your folds, you had not heard his zipped and it felt different.

Realisation dawned on you—he was going to use his baton. The cold metal made you shiver as it prodded at your hole, your eyes widened when you felt it breach your cunt, sinking in about three inches before it was pulled right out, a string of your arousal attached to it before it snapped and broke.

You couldn't even prepare for the impact until a stinging pain blossomed from your right ass cheek.

"Mhm, so far everything checks out, but I'll need a deeper investigation." Ino murmured before chucking his baton into your car. You heard him fumble around with his belt until his pants fell, Ino tugged at his boxers and his cock spring free. Flushed tip and veiny.

You heard him hum to himself as he grabbed your hips, his tip pressing where you needed him most.

You moaned as he pushed himself in, before his hips were stuttering back the thrusting forward. Your eyes snapped shut as he fucked you, his cock stretching you out, your cunt spasming around him.

"O-Oh, yeah. Why does the naughtiest one have the best pussy? Ah, shit!" Ino moaned, hips snapping into yours.

His fingers found the chain of your handcuffs before pulling at it. His one foot then raised to rest on the ledge by your tire, now fucking you at a new angle.

Anyone could drive by and see the horror of a police officer fucking a criminal, the thought had you clenching and your mouth forming a small 'o'.

A static beep came from Ino's walkie-talkie, with a whimper of a complaint, he pushed the button. "This is Officer Takuma, o-over...yeah...mhm!...suspect is detained, over." He groaned when the officer on the other end stopped talking, now throwing his head back as he savoured your warm cunt around his dick.

"Hah—oh—! Do you f-fuck all criminals you catch?" You ask, feeling drool dribble from your lips and onto your car, your wrists crying out in pain.

"No...just you, naughty girl. Though I might need to pay you special visits in prison—aww fuck— keep you in line." Ino let out pants, watching the way your cunt ate his dick.

You moaned loud, the sound almost hurt your throat when his hands slapped your ass, this time with his bare hands. Ino's fingers dug into your hips hard as he fucked you, his thick cock stretching your cunt to its limits. His balls slapped against your wet, puffy clit, eliciting pornographic sounds.

Sticky arousal leaked from your cunt and onto your car and his balls, making them slick.

Plapping and schlupping noises echoed into the night as you felt the coil in your tummy tighten, and Ino's balls to grow heavy with seed.

"Ohh...ah! I'm gonna cum—fuck! I'm gonna cum!" You shriek, feeling white voltage soar through your veins as you orgasmed, your nails scraping the painted layer of your car.

"Fuck—! Me too, I'm gonna cum in this—shit!—pussy, need to make you a cute, mommy inmate—fuck!" Ino shuddered as he came, cum pumping into your cervix and womb, feeling you to the brim with his milky cum.

He didn't stop his thrusts until he ran dry, before he dropped his leg and pulled out, cum oozing from your puckering hole that was stretched open to his size.

Ino helped you pull your pants up, cum coating your underwear, before his, before he tugged at your handcuffs. "Come on, time to lock up the slut."

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yorsgirl · 6 months ago

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Angels like you

Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: A chance meeting with a stranger in a bar leaves you wishing for more. For the first time in a while, fate decides to bless you.

Tropes: Smut, mild fluff, One night stand AU

Warnings: Intoxication, strong language, explicit smut, fellatio, cunnilingus, fingering, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, implied shower sex, No curse AU, implied age gap, usage of nicknames, no mentions of y/n.

Word count: 3.6k

Divider credits: @saradika-graphics

Disaster of a date is what you call it.

No, you aren't exaggerating. It is genuinely a disaster.

Firstly, your date arrives half an hour late at the chosen restaurant. While you could empathize it to be the possibility of being a communal issue (something which afflicts Tokyo often) what you found intolerable was the amount of arrogance he exuded upon his arrival. A mere apology or any excuse would have sufficed; you received none. Instead, he got seated opposite you and proceeded to criticize the restaurant's ambiance, lamenting over and over how there were far better options for this meet-up.

Secondly, if it wasn't evident from the dreadful outset of the date, it certainly did when the lack of chemistry started to show its fangs. His tastes exuded extravagance while you stood as a mere pedestrian before such opulence.

No sooner did the meal conclude and you stepped out of the commolex that you swiftly informed him about an urgent matter with your roommate for which you had to leave immediately.

Pathetic lie? Certainly.

Whether he saw through it or not, it eluded you. Yet, you were grateful that he didn't probe further and let you walk off on your own. Maybe, he isn't wholly irredeemable. Or maybe, his impression of this date wasn't so far from yours.

You'll find the answer to that some other day.

The cool liquor cascades down your throat, leaving a searing trail in its wake. Seated on a stool of a bar you frequented with your friends, you drown out the cacophony of noises permeating from the crowd under the guise of alcohol. Most of the disturbances emanate from the boisterous fraternity boys who're seated at the further end of the bar. Its irritating enough that your evening has been a lamentable failure on top of that you can't even find peace.

You could surely go back to your dorms but it's a Friday night and your roommate is working on something that requires her to bring in some friends (one of the reasons the date was set for tonight). Thus, your chance at peace will remain zero. You lose track of how many shots of liquors have passed your lips as the bartender places another drink of the same in front of you.

Five? No- maybe six? You reach for the shot glass, momentarily muddling your count and starting anew. Typically you don't drink this recklessly but today you do, considering you've to pull yourself back to your dorm later, this is a bad idea.

The bartender presents you with another drink - white wine, something you didn't order. You raise a quizzical eyebrow and he gestures to your side. All of a sudden, you're very much aware of the stranger sitting next to you.

Though the alcohol in your system makes it difficult to focus your gaze, its difficult to look past someone with such a captivating visage, ivory locks falling over his brow and eyes tinted with a hue of azure which glows under the artificial neon light. A couple of years older than you but he looks undeniably handsome. Chiseled jawline and thin lips which look too soft for their own good. Clad in a grey dress shirt and q pair of blue trousers; he doesn't look any less than a celebrity. With the top two buttons left open, it gives you a generous view of his collar and toned chest which peeks out. Despite being seated next to you, he exudes an aura of confidence which only accentuates the palpable height difference between you both.

You blink and a boyish grin tugs on his lips as he tilts his head to the side. "Hello there," He gestures to the drink placed before you. "Think you can use one of that."

Fuck- that voice.

You momentarily shut your eyes before reopening them, glancing at the drink with suspicion. His face can act as a good bait to hide his true motives but you know better. Men can never be trusted. Especially when they are dober and you aren't.

"I'd rather not-"

"You seem like you need something lighter."

"I am fine with this," You raise your shot glass to your lips before downing it. The substantial liquid leaves a bitter aftertaste and you suppress the urge to cringe.

"Now, easy there," He snickers. "Just cause you got dumped-"

"I wasn't dumped."

"Oh?" He raises an eyebrow. "Then a case of forbidden romance? Not allowed to meet your love like Juliet?"

"Would've been so much nice if she just listened to her parents," A sarcastic smile plays on your lips. "A hell lot of less drama and a lot more lives would be saved."

"Not a fan of Shakespeare, I see." He comments, the corner of his lip quirks up.

"The last thing I want to do on a Friday night is talk about medieval literature." You concede and he nods.

"Fair enough." For a second, the man stays silent and you are again back to your solitude. The next, he speaks again, "Then what brings you here, tonight? A pretty girl like yourself shouldn't be alone."

You pinch your lips, recalling the awful date you were stuck into, only moments prior. You sigh, pushing your shot glass away. "I went to a date and... it was terrible."

"Oh," He sounds genuinely surprised but doesn't comment on it.

Well, that gives him brownie points. You rest your palm on the back of your hand, shifting your gaze which lands on him. Icy blue eyes stare back at you with an intensity that flushes your cheek red. You instantly look away.

A coy smirk slips on his lips before he starts, "Here's an idea. How about I make this evening better, eh? Let me buy you a drink."

Your breath hitches. Did he just- You scrutinize your eyes and the skip of a heartbeat eludes you. The offer doesn't sound bad but in an alcohol-induced state, you need to be aware of who you put your trust in. "And why do you offer this act of service?"

"Angels like you deserve all acts of service," He says softly, ending it with a wink.

And- oh Goodness...

"So what do you say, Angel?"

You drum your fingers over the countertop. Weighing the pros and cons of the situation. For all you know, he can be just another creep but till now he hadn't made any advances to make you uncomfortable, so there goes that. Plus, if he's offering then why don't you indulge?

You find yourself nodding and he grins. Moments later a glass of white wine is clasped in your hands, similar one with the same drink in his. You raise up the glass and he follows suit, bringing it closer till they clink; sound drowned out from the music and external chatters.

"Thanks," You say after taking a sip. "What's your name?"

"Gojo Satoru but just call me Satoru," He replies. You nod, saying his name a few times to get the gist of it. His eyes shine with amusement, he asks "And you, Angel?"

A sly smile curves up your lips as you tilt your head to the side, "Just call for me Angel for now."

Satoru smirks and your eyes meet again. Drunk individuals and loud frat boys long forgotten as you find yourself captivated just by his gaze alone. His eyes rake over your figure but you find yourself less guarded. The tension emancipates, he must be feeling it too. Is this the part where you say something? Or do you wait for him to start speaking?

In that trance it is that Satoru hands you another drink, fingertips lingering on yours for a second too long before they glide away. In that trance it is that he speaks again, and you find yourself answering. In that trance it is that conversations swing back and forth with equivalent quips from each side which incites a chuckle here and there. You find yourself letting your guard down as he indulges you in stories of his life. It could be the alcohol for that you find yourself being interested. Or maybe its him that just knows how to create a safe space around him – somewhere you could be just yourself.

You swallow a lump as you find yourself leaning towards him. His knee touches your thigh, the skin contact sends a electrifying spark through you. No sooner did you realize that it happened that you realized he was getting down from the bar stool. A pang of disappointment courses through you but you don't let it show on your face.

Then, the unexpected happens.

Satoru takes your hand in his, the warmth of it enclosing your cold one in a way that you didn't want to let go. He tugs at it, a suggestive glint in his eyes as he looks at you; something which must be gleaming in yours too.

"Will you run away with me?"

You blame it on the alcohol when it happens.

"Will you run away with me?"

Of course, you said yes.

Of course, you let him lead you out of the bar filled with people only a drink away from collapsing.

Of course, you stepped into Hotel de Elysium with him.

And of course, you let him kiss you once you were alone in the room.

Satoru's lips move in a sync against yours, he walks you backwards until your back is pressed to the wall. He parts a hair's breath away, eyelashes flutter as he takes in your flushed state – parted glistening lips and cheeks tinted with a red hue. You are a bit tipsy to carefully note any change in his visage. Yet, through the blur you are damn sure that you see him smirk.

His mouth presses on yours again and what starts as a soft, slow paced kiss transitions into a fiery, fervent liplock in a matter of seconds. Arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers tangle in the locks of his hair.

You hear him groan in your mouth when you tug on the strands and your lips curl up.

Satoru glides his hand down the curves of your body, finally resting on one of your breast. He kneads it over the fabric of your dress inciting a moan from you. His lips trail down to your jaw and neck, sucking on the sensitive skin of the juncture. Your body tingles with sparks flowing through your veins and you involuntarily lean into his touch.

You have to give it to him that Satoru is a damn good multitasker. For while he is busy nibbling and leaving hickeys on your neck, he reaches to unzip your dress, pulling down the neckline as the garment pools near your ankles.

He momentarily detaches his lips from you, looking down at your, now exposed, body. "Fuck– Angel, you're gorgeous." The words of praise and the lust burning in his eyes are enough to send a shiver down your spine. Thoughts jumbled and your lack of sobriety allows you to not be that embarrassed. He pulls you flush against him, holding you by the hip and his lips come down on your again.

"Mhm, yeah–" You moan into his mouth as his tongue prods and engages in a rhythmic dance with your own.

Not the one to back down, after you part, you instantly reach to undo his belt. He chuckles, "Eager, are we?"

"Yes," No need to lie when the tension is already sky high. Switching both of your places, you fall to your knees and unzip his pants. The bulge of his cock straining against his briefs causes you to widen your eyes. His member springs out and for a second, you lose your mind. He's big. Both in length and girth, mushroom tip tinted with a blush pink. Maybe you have had seen others before but you're damn sure he is one of the biggest you'll know.

"Like what you see, Angel?" His voice drips with arrogance and boy- don't you hate that? Yet, too drunk on lust with a short circuited brain can barely think, you answer by swirling your tongue on his tip before latching onto it.

"Shit," Satoru curses under his breath, fisting a handful of hair to establish a grip. "Yeah, Angel. Ah– like that"

You bob your head up and down, taking him in as much as your mouth allows. His head tips back, swallowing a lump in his throat which is unfortunately not enough to hide his moans. You lick and suck him like a child eating a lollipop, stroking the base of his cock as your fingers run over the erogenous veins.

You're sure he is enjoying himself. Even more when you gagged on his cock and more when you lool up at him, fluttering your eyelashes – feigning innocence.

Your determination to give him the best head ever gets rewarded soon after.

Clothes discarded and back pressed on the creased, silken sheets, Satoru works his tongue on your aching cunt like a starving man getting his first meal in days. He swipes and nibbles over your erectile bud, pushing two fingers inside as your walls clamp down on his digits, enthusiastically.

"Ahh– Satoru, ngh– yeah," The moan induced gasp incited from his skillful mouth makes your back arch, pushing yourself into his mouth. You could feel him smirk against your pussy, hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin as he firmly holds you in place via your thighs.

You are light headed and you don't even register the string of curses that flow out of your mouth. The only sensation is how he delves into your folds, rough hands pressing on your thighs and the need to release all of your pent-up tension.

You're close. Your muscles are twitching. So close. He's eating you out so well, swiping your spots and folds that you wonder if your fingers will satisfy you again.

"Ahh– fuck," You curse aloud, the wave of pleasure washing over you.

You don't get a second of rest after you come down from your high. Satoru is hovering over you, hard cock pressing on your thighs as he looks for a condom before you shun him, "We don't need that, I am on the pill."

"Are you sure?" He asks again, concern pooling in his irises.

"Yes," You nod in conformation and he takes his cock in his hand, positioning himself in front of your entrance. He coats the tip with the essence of your pleasure and hence, plunges in.

The gasp that escapes and your widened eyes are enough evidence of how much and how good he stretches you out. He yanks out the all before shoving back inside your cavern again. Each stroke pushes him deeper into your depths as your folds welcome him graciously.

A fire burns in your body as both of you indulge in this dance of your own. Wanton moans and curses escaping your lips which you pay no heed. "Yes- Ahh Satoru– like that- ahh."

A sheen of sweat marks itself on his body, beads glistening down his well-defined abs. He interlaces his fingers with yours, holding you firmly against him while he continues to move inside of you.

"Shit– Angel, gnnh– feel s'good." Pupils dilated, messy hair and groan induced with pleasure. He looks at you with an amalgam of emotions, none of which you can read with your stupor as he keeps on fucking you dumb.

Mouth open wide, you try to breath in as much. Each stroke hammering right upto your chest, he fills you up so perfectly that it has your eyes rolling back in your head. Making you feel like a virgin all over, your velvet walls suck him in eagerly

The room reeks of lust and sex, filled with you and your partner's pleasure filled sounds. You feel your insides twitch and soon you let out a scream, milking him with your cum. Only a few strokes later, he empties himself inside you.

You feel him collapse beside you. For a minute, both of you lie there silently, staring at the ceiling and letting the exhaustion slide of off you.

The smell of sweat reaches your nostrils and you cringe, "I'll take a shower." Sitting up, you attempt to rise, before that Satoru takes a hold of your wrist. You glance back, "Hm?"

"I'll come with you." Said so, he gets up as well. He holds you by the waist, helping you walk to the bathroom.

White tiled walls and floor greet you, skin feeling awfully cold against the hard surface. You turn on the shower handle, the sprinklers pour down water on your tensed body and you sigh in relief. Satoru stands beside you, the water runs over his skin as well, drenching each sinew and crevice of physique in it's droplets. You take a harmless peek at him, must not be to your surprise but he's staring back at you.

Only the water pouring from the shower head emanates the bathroom.

Yet with the droplets running over you, it would be ironic to say that the spark still burns. But it does. And oh well- Satoru's lips presses over yours again and you response with equal fervour. Pushing you back against the wall, he holds you by the waist, other hand reaching down to grope your ass.

He pulls away, looking down at you with the same glint in his eyes which he had at the bar.

"Ready for round two?"

Blame it on the alcohol again.

Of course, you said yes.

You wake up alone.

Greeted by the splitting headache as you wince trying to sit up on the sheets. When did you fell asleep, yesternight? Well... you don't know that either.

Glancing around you find your belongings, neatly kept at one corner of the bed. A frown falls on you seeing only your pair of clothes kept aside.

Satoru and his belongings are gone.

Sluggishly you put your feet down on the cool tile. That's when your sight falls on the nightstand. A glass of water and a packet of Antacids rests on the table. Only after you have taken the medication did you notice a note kept under the glass.

Hey, some urgent work came up so I'll be leaving early. I could've woken you up but you looked so peaceful that I can't. Order breakfast if you want and don't worry, all the bill's on me.

I had a good time, last night. Thank you, Angel.

–S. Gojo

The weekend passes by a bit too fast and before you know it, monday rolls in.

Last year of college and nothing can go wrong until your professors decides to torment the students by asking them to make three files – project, practical and investigatory – for the semester exams like last year. Fingers crossed, you just wish fate doesn't play you this time around.

Currently, you sit beside your best friend in your university classroom as she prattles about her weekend. You keep up with her conversation, speaking in between when the moment calls for. Though your attention should be on her, it relays back to Satoru and that fateful night.

Never in your wildest dreams did you think you'll ever end up having a one night stand but- oh well... here you are.

It's easily one of the best sex you had in the longest time and you can't help but hope for more. Satoru seemed to just know how to make it work and damn, you were addicted after one taste. And the way he called you Angel made your stomach churn in a way- unexplainable.

Is it a bad idea if you decide to show up in the very same bar, the next Friday? Is it bad that you are hoping to meet him again?

You snicker inwardly before pouring all of your attention back to your friend.

"–and on my way to class, I saw this handsome hunk in the hallway and Girl- I was just..." She breaths out, hearts twinkling in her eyes.

"Good grace," You sigh. "You're smitten, now who's this new one who caught your eye?"

She sheepishly smiles and starts to fill you all the details then ranges to his looks. "I saw him in the corridors, talking to Principal Yaga. He was like so tall and he's got blue eyes, like oh my god- more perfect combination just can't exist."

A smile quirks up your lips at her enthusiasm, "Ask him out then."

She sighs, "I wish."

"Why?"

A frown etches on her brow, "Cause he's supposed to be our new professor."

"Wow," You breath out, almost sarcastically. "Your choices are... spectacular."

She shoots you a scowl and you snort in return. Folding her hands over her chest, she speaks, "You'd be smitten if you see– Oh my God! That's him." She points behind you and on cue you hear another voice echo in the classroom.

"Good morning, Class. I am your good looking teacher Gojo Satoru."

Wait- that name, that voice...

Instantly, you crane your neck towards the direction of the voice and- may God help you.

Oh fuck!

"Oh fuck!" Your friend gushes from beside you. Though the curses match, both of you share antagonistic emotions.

And there he is, your one night stand or maybe now, your new professor.

Satoru's eyes scan the classroom before they stop their train on a familiar face, so does his steps halt. His eyes widen like he has seen a ghost.

You are pretty sure, your expression mirrors him as well. And you don't know how but you do hear him muttering under his breath.

"Seriously?"

Seriously.

Fate truly does hate you (love you).

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mikaela-the-slut-expert · 3 months ago

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Hiii! I have a request.

Something that starts with smut and ends with angst.

My idea is that Hualian and we would be having casual sex, until one had the idea to try to do something rougher. Of course, before doing so, they asked for our consent, and believing that it would be no big deal, we accepted.However, after the first slap we receive, s/o ends up being a little shocked and scared, but not wanting to spoil the fun he kind of accepts.The smut would continue normally, our character would break even when he was in a position that was kind of "suffocated" (it can be the one that the person takes in the ass and in the mouth at the same time, wow it was funny to write this 😂), and because he can't breathe properly and already feeling pain due to previous actions, the character starts to cry and pats the thigh of whoever was in front of him. As soon as his mouth is freed, he speaks the safe word while his body trembles in terror.I would like it to end with anguish or comfort, but I leave that to the writer's discretion!

The idea in general is this, but if you feel that an ending with only dialogue doesn't look so cool, you can include a soft smut!!Thank you for your attention and please take care of yourself ;) Also, sorry if there were any grammatical mistakes, English is not my first language.

Too Much

Hualian x gn!reader

Tw!!! Safe word usage, NSFW, slapping

I just don't feel like my writing has been up to par lately y'all 🖐️😃🔫

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You're sandwiched

Literally.

It's one of those nights when all three of you happen to be free of duties, and all of you are home. So what do you guys do when you're all home? Have sex.

It's nothing over the top, just casual, cuddly, sleepy, gentle sex. Hua Cheng is slowly fucking you from behind, but just because he's slow doesn't mean he isn't reaching deep. His dick is big and Hua Cheng knows how to use it, effectively hitting that spot that makes you moan and cry for more.

Xie Lian sits on the edge of the bed near your head. He runs his fingers through your hair and every so often he'll share kisses with you or San Lang. No one knows why and nobody asks, he just has a thing for watching.

You're lying on your back, eyes shut, with soft whimpers at Hua Cheng takes his time with you. Xie Lian runs the back of his nails across your cheek to get your attention. "Baobei, do you think you would be alright if this one were to get a little rough with you?" He hums softly smiling down at you.

Xie Lian always asks, he never dares to put his hands on you without permission. San Lang stares and waits for your answer, because although he won't be hitting you he'd like to fuck you deeper if you'd allow him to. And of course you trust your lovers wholeheartedly, you've gotten rough before so what's new? "Yes, that's fine"

As soon as yes slips past your lips Hua Cheng takes the invitation to quicken the smack of his hips against your ass. He loves to fuck you fast and deep, he really just likes to make you feel good. You yelp when he suddenly flips you onto your stomach and plunges into your hole again. Hua Cheng easily manhandles you around, bruising clutch on your hips and thighs.

Xie Lian catches your attention when he moves in front of you so that your chin rests on his soft, milky thigh. You go to say something to him but you're interrupted when his hand slaps across your cheek. "Don't speak unless you're spoken too, Qin Ai De"

It was relatively normal. It wasn't unusual for Xie Lian to get a little rough with you and make rules for you. It wasn't uncommon for him to say degrading things if you had allowed him to. The slap hurt and you're barely able to process it with how rough Hua Cheng is fucking you. It honestly leaves you a little frightened and on edge. You don't know why, this is a relatively normal bedroom activity but today it doesn't sit right with you.

Maybe you're just overthinking it, so you let them throw you around some more and you let the night keep going. It's not until later into the night that everything goes horribly wrong.

Hua Cheng is still fucking you from behind but Xie Lian has no joined in on the fun and he's fucking your throat. Also not uncommon. It was usual for you to let them do this, keep all your holes filled at all times. You enjoyed it usually but today it feels awful and no matter how much they fuck into you or talk to you, you don't feel good. Your skin pricks with discomfort and you can't stop squirming which had earned you a few more slaps.

You haven't said anything though, you wanted to make your lovers feel good they deserved that much but you can't. You feel like you're going to hurl on Xie Lian's dick if they don't stop. You feel disgusting, and smothered. It feels suffocating.

Tears align your vision and your hand smacks against Xie Lian's thigh. Albeit confused, he immediately pulls back and Hua Cheng pulls out as well. You cough and spit up mumbling the safe word through harsh pants and that's all it takes for them to know tonight's done.

Hua Cheng gets off the bed and you don't really get an opportunity to see where he went because Xie Lian holds your face in his hands. "What's wrong? Did we go too far, baobei?"

You want to answer but you end up just sobbing in his hands. He lets you curl up on his lap while he threads his fingers through your hair, cooing at you and telling you that you had been very good, that you had done well. Hua Cheng comes back with warm towels to clean the three of you up, and he carefully washes whatever swear or stickiness covers your body.

It's silent for a while, not an uncomfortable silence, calm and safe. You eventually speak up. "I'm sorry... I- when you slapped me I got scared and it just set me off for the whole night. I don't know why, I'm sor-"

Hua Cheng kisses the corner of your mouth to shush you. "Sorry for what? You do not need a reason to feel unsafe or uncomfortable. We'll always stop if you are. Do not feel sorry for us" Hua Cheng lies atop of you like a log. His face is scrunched, like he's personally offended at himself for not noticing.

Xie Lian runs his fingers across your cheek, peppering soft kisses across your face. "It's alright, this one apologizes. I won't slap you in the future, Qin Ai De. You know we love you dearly, we would never hurt you purposefully. You must tell us immediately next time Y/n we don't wish to make you feel this way ever again." his brows are furrowed and you can tell he's probably beating himself up over it.

You don't feel suffocated anymore. You nuzzle Xie Lian's leg. Mumbling a soft "Okay... M'love you both"

They both know that there won't be anymore sex tonight so they both cuddle up next to you and dote on you until you fall asleep.

#tgcf #tgcf headcanon #hualian #hualian x reader #hua cheng x reader #tgcf hua cheng #tgcf xie lian #xie lian x reader #tgcf hualian #tgcf x male reader

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chion3spid3r · 7 months ago

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who am I talking to ?

pairings : earth42!Milesxfem!reader

warnings : alcohol and substance usage, drunken behaviour, physical altercations, mention of injuries and blood, mentions of kissing, suggestive, intimate interactions, strong language, swearing, emotional distress, stalking and intrusions, peer pressure, thriller elements

summary : you fell for the prowler at the first place

a/n : I may be obsessed by one character I think but c’monnn 😙

words count : 5.4k

pt1 -> pt2

the night was alive with the vibrant chaos of a birthday party at your friend's house. the heady mix of alcohol and a hint of something stronger coursed through your veins, leaving you dizzy and disoriented. you danced with reckless abandon until your feet ached, surrounded by a blur of boys and girls exchanging kisses without a care.

eventually, the pain in your feet became unbearable. you stumbled towards a couch near the dance floor, collapsing onto it with a heavy sigh. as you glanced at your phone, the screen flickered and died, the battery drained. It was 3:36 AM.

you knew it was time to leave. with a resigned sigh, you pushed yourself up and made your way to your friends. tapping Layla on the shoulder, you leaned in and yelled over the pounding music, "I'm heading back home!"

Layla looked at you with a pout, her expression a mix of disappointment and drunken cheer. "nooo, {Y/N}, stay here with us! girl!"

you smiled, shaking your head. "no, no, I need to get back home now. it's late. bye, girly. happy birthday again!" the words slurred together as you waved goodbye and staggered towards the door.

the moment you stepped outside, the cool night air hit you, sending shivers down your spine. the streets of New York were quieter now, but your mind was a foggy mess from too many vodka shots. you started walking, hoping to find your way home, when you remembered your phone was dead, and with it, your GPS.

"great," you muttered to yourself, frustration mingling with your inebriation. you tried to recall the route home, but it was like navigating a labyrinth in the dark.

as you wandered aimlessly, the sounds of a struggle reached your ears. you rounded a corner and saw two men fighting in a dark alley. one of them, unmistakable with his glowing purple eyes, was the notorious Prowler. fear froze you in place as the other man, bloody and desperate, spotted you.

"come here, you!" he yelled, rushing towards you. panic took over, and you raised your hands defensively. but nothing happened. no impact, no pain. you peeked through your fingers to see the Prowler standing over the lifeless body of his opponent, his claws dripping with blood.

"it's dangerous out here, ma'am," the Prowler's voice was altered by his mask, making it sound almost robotic.

in your drunken state, words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them. "o-okay… I mean… yes… can… uh… I'm lost…" tears began to stream down your face, the alcohol amplifying your emotions.

the Prowler sighed, his tone exasperated. "okay? and?"

desperation pushed you to plead. "and?? juro que es estúpido… can you bring me home if you don't want me to get kidnapped or worse! raped!"

his clawed hand clamped over your mouth, silencing you. "shush it. why would I?"

thinking quickly, you blurted, "or I'll tell everyone who killed this man."

the Prowler regarded you with a mix of annoyance and amusement thought the mask. "that's the Prowler, yeah, everyone knows that."

you groaned, feeling foolish. "please! I'll do everything that you ask, Prowler, just take me home!"

he paused, considering your offer. after a moment, he pulled out a phone. "deal?"

"deal," you agreed hastily, giving him your address.

without another word, he scooped you up and launched into the air, his grappling hook propelling you both from rooftop to rooftop. the city blurred beneath you as you clung to him, your screams echoing in the night.

"slow down, slow down, slow down!!!" you cried, your grip tightening around his neck.

finally, you arrived at your apartment building. the Prowler set you down, his eyes still glowing ominously. "remember our deal," he said, his voice a low growl distorted.

tou nodded, too shaken to argue. "thank you," you whispered.

he turned to leave before disappearing into the night.

back in your apartment, you collapsed onto your bed, the night's events replaying in your mind. you were safe, thanks to the Prowler. but what would he ask of you in return? as you drifted off to sleep, you couldn't shake the feeling that your life had just become infinitely more complicated.

monday morning arrived with an unforgiving brightness, and you dragged yourself to school, still feeling the effects of the weekend's chaos. your head throbbed, and your eyelids felt like they were weighed down by lead. the halls of your high school buzzed with the usual chatter, but you moved through them in a daze, barely registering the noise around you.

in first period, you found your usual seat and slumped over your desk, desperately trying to stay awake. your friends, Layla among them, were chattering away, recounting the events of the party. you tried to join in, but your brain felt like it was wrapped in cotton. before you knew it, your head had dropped to your arms, and you were out cold.

you were jolted awake by the sharp rap of a ruler on your desk. "ms. {Y/N}, sleeping in class again? detention after school," the teacher announced sternly, her voice cutting through your groggy haze.

detention was a dreary affair, but as you walked into the room, you were surprised to see Miles Morales sitting at one of the desks. he was the quiet, brooding type—handsome in a way that made your heart skip a beat whenever you saw him. his braids, his sharp jawline, and his intense eyes had always captivated you, even though he rarely spoke to anyone.

you took a seat a few desks away, trying not to stare. Miles glanced up, his gaze briefly meeting yours. there was something familiar in his eyes, something that made your mind flash back to the Prowler’s piercing purple gaze. you shook off the thought.

as the detention supervisor droned on about the rules, you found yourself sneaking glances at Miles. his demeanor was cold, distant, almost aloof, but there was a complexity to him that intrigued you. his nonchalant attitude, the way he leaned back in his chair with an air of indifference, only made him more attractive.

when the supervisor left the room for a moment, you took a deep breath and turned to Miles. "hey, rough weekend, huh?" you ventured, trying to sound casual.

Miles looked at you, his expression unreadable. "yeah, you could say that," he replied, his voice low and smooth. it sent a shiver down your spine.

"i'm {Y/N}, by the way," you said, offering a small smile.

"i know," Miles said, his eyes softening just a fraction. "i'm Miles."

there was a silence that stretched between you, but it wasn't uncomfortable. it was charged with unspoken words, with the weight of a shared moment neither of you fully understood.

"so, what landed you in detention?" you asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

"just… stuff," Miles said, shrugging. "not really worth talking about."

you nodded, sensing that pushing for more would only make him withdraw. "i get it. sometimes it feels like this place is a prison."

Miles gave a small, almost imperceptible smile. "yeah, something like that."

as the conversation lulled, you couldn't help but think about the Prowler again. the way Miles carried himself, the way his eyes seemed to hold secrets—it was uncanny. but it was a ridiculous notion. Miles Morales, the quiet, reserved boy in your class, couldn't be the ruthless vigilante you had encountered.

yet, as you sat there, you couldn't deny the flutter in your chest. Miles was handsome, yes, but there was something more. and for Miles, sitting next to you, the girl he had secretly fallen for, was almost too much to bear. he had watched you from afar, his feelings growing with each passing day, but his life as the Prowler made it impossible for him to be close to anyone.

after what felt like an eternity, detention ended. you gathered your things, casting one last glance at Miles. "see you around," you said, your voice softer than before.

"yeah, see you," Miles replied, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer.

as you walked out of the room, you couldn't shake the feeling that something significant had just happened. Miles Morales was more than he seemed, and you were determined to find out what lay behind those intense eyes. little did you know, he was thinking the same thing about you, his heart torn between his duties as the Prowler and his desire to be close to you.

after a long, exhausting day at school, you finally returned home. the weight of the day seemed to melt away the moment you stepped through the door of your apartment. your sanctuary. you locked the door behind you and leaned against it for a moment, savoring the quiet.

you headed straight to the bathroom, peeling off your clothes as you went. the hot water of the shower was a welcome relief, washing away the grime and stress of the day. you closed your eyes, letting the steam envelop you as you worked the shampoo into your hair, the scent of lavender filling the air. you scrubbed your body with a loofah, relishing the feeling of cleanliness, and spent extra time massaging the tension out of your neck and shoulders.

after rinsing off, you stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a plush towel, patting your skin dry. your hair required special attention, being the beautiful, curly hair. you applied a generous amount of leave-in conditioner, working it through your curls with your fingers. you then used a wide-tooth comb to gently detangle your hair, starting from the tips and working your way up to the roots, taking care to avoid breakage. once your hair was detangled, you applied a nourishing oil to lock in the moisture, your curls now defined and shiny. finally, you styled your hair in a protective manner to keep it healthy and hydrated overnight.

you pulled on your favorite pair of sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, the fabric soft and comforting against your skin. you towel-dried your hair and brushed it out, feeling refreshed and a little more human.

next, you headed to the kitchen for a quick snack. you grabbed an apple and a granola bar, then poured yourself a glass of water. you carried your makeshift meal to your desk and sat down, ready to tackle your homework. the pile of assignments seemed never-ending, but you knew you had to get through it.

you settled in, opening your textbooks and spreading your notes out in front of you. the familiar routine of solving equations and analyzing literature helped you unwind. the rhythmic scratching of your pen against the paper was almost soothing. time passed quickly as you worked through problem after problem, paragraph after paragraph.

suddenly, a sharp tapping noise at your window made you jump. your heart pounded in your chest as you turned to see what had caused the sound. at first, you saw nothing, just the dark night outside your window. but then, a shadow moved, and you saw him—the Prowler.

your breath caught in your throat. he was just as imposing as you remembered, his purple eyes glowing ominously in the darkness. he didn't knock or greet you. he just stood there, waiting. you hesitated for a moment before moving to the window, your hands trembling slightly as you unlocked it and pushed it open.

the Prowler climbed in with a silent grace, his presence filling the room. he didn't waste any time with pleasantries. "do you have a knife?" he asked, his voice cold and mechanical through the mask.

"a knife?" you echoed, startled by the request. "uh, yeah, I think so. give me a second." you hurried to the kitchen, rummaging through the drawers until you found a sharp, sturdy blade. you returned to your room, the knife clutched tightly in your hand.

he took it from you without a word, examining it briefly before nodding. "good," he said. then, without another word, he turned and climbed back out the window, disappearing into the night as quickly and silently as he had arrived.

you stood there for a moment, staring at the open window, your mind racing. why had he needed the knife? what was he planning to do with it? the questions buzzed around in your head, but there were no answers to be found. with a sigh, you closed the window and locked it, trying to push the encounter out of your mind.

you returned to your desk, but the focus you had earlier was gone. the homework that had once seemed so absorbing now felt trivial. after a few futile attempts to concentrate, you gave up and decided to call it a night. you packed up your books and headed to your bedroom, the day's events replaying in your mind.

you changed into your pajamas—a soft, worn T-shirt and a pair of loose shorts—then climbed into bed. as you lay there, staring at the ceiling, you couldn't help but think about Miles. his familiar yet enigmatic presence at detention, and now, the terrifying yet fascinating encounter with the Prowler.

your eyelids grew heavy, but sleep didn't come easily. your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Miles was handsome, mysterious, and somehow, you felt drawn to him in a way you couldn't quite explain. and the Prowler—his cold demeanor, his dangerous aura—only added to the intrigue.

eventually, exhaustion overcame you, and you drifted off to sleep. Your dreams were filled with flashes of purple eyes and braided hair, of silent shadows and whispered secrets. little did you know, Miles Morales was thinking of you too, his heart torn between his life as the Prowler and his feelings for you.

as the city outside your window continued its restless dance, you slept soundly, unaware of the tangled web of fate that was slowly drawing you closer to the mysterious boy with the cold eyes and the warm heart.

the next morning, you woke up feeling surprisingly energetic. Despite the strange encounter with the Prowler, you felt a sense of excitement about the day ahead. you got dressed, pulled your curls into a stylish puff, and headed to school with a renewed sense of purpose. the events of the previous night played on a loop in your mind, but you pushed them to the back, focusing instead on the potential for new beginnings.

as you walked through the school halls, you couldn’t help but think about Miles. his presence at detention, the way he carried himself, and the undeniable connection you felt. you were determined to find out more about him, but for now, you had to get through the school day.

in the afternoon, during your literature class, Khai, a boy who had been infatuated with you for ages, started bothering you again. he had a habit of making sexist jokes and annoying comments, all in a misguided attempt to get your attention.

“hey, Y/N, did you do something yo your hairs today ? you look hotter than the sun,” Khai said with a smirk, leaning over your desk.

you rolled your eyes and pushed him away. “Khai, seriously? can't you stop?”

but Khai didn’t get the hint. He continued his attempts to impress you with more crude jokes and comments. you felt a mix of frustration and annoyance building up inside you. just as you were about to snap at him, you heard a familiar cold voice.

“she said stop,” Miles said, his tone icy and menacing. he stood behind Khai, his dark eyes narrowed.

Khai turned around, surprised. “whoa, chill, man. I was joking.”

Miles stepped closer, his presence intimidating. “you’re pissing her off, you aint seeing or what ?”

Khai mumbled something under his breath and slinked away, clearly intimidated by Miles’ demeanor. you looked at Miles, your heart racing. his cold gaze shifted to you for a moment, but he didn’t say a word. he just turned and walked away, leaving you stunned and oddly flustered. "thanks ? i guess" you talked clearly in the wind.

as soon as Miles was out of sight, Layla came running up to you, practically bouncing with excitement. “oh my god, Y/N, did you see that? Miles Morales just stood up for you! that’s insane!”

you laughed, still processing what had happened. “yeah, I saw. why such a big deal?”

“are you kidding? Miles never does that for anyone. he’s always so aloof and distant. you’re lucky gurl” Layla exclaimed, her eyes wide with amazement.

you smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. maybe there was more to Miles than you realized. as the day went on, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him whenever you saw him in the hallways. each time, he seemed to be surrounded by an air of mystery and intrigue that only made you more curious.

later, during PE class, you joined your friends for some exercise. you ran a few laps around the track, enjoying the fresh air and the sense of freedom that came with it. after that, you settled down to watch the boys’ basketball game. Miles was on the court, his team dominating the game.

you watched in awe as he moved with a grace and agility that was mesmerizing. every shot he took seemed effortless, and his focus was intense. you found yourself cheering for him, your excitement growing with each point his team scored.

“go, Miles!” you shouted, your voice ringing out across the gym.

Miles glanced up at the sound of your voice, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. for a brief moment, his cold exterior seemed to soften, and he gave you a small smile before returning his attention to the game.

Miles’ team won, and as the final buzzer sounded, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride for him. you joined the rest of the students in cheering and applauding the players. Miles looked up again, his eyes finding yours in the crowd. there was something unreadable in his gaze, a mix of emotions that you couldn’t quite decipher.

as you headed to the locker room with your friends, you couldn’t stop thinking about the events of the day. from Miles standing up for you to his impressive performance on the court, he was constantly on your mind. and little did you know, Miles was thinking about you too. he admired your strength, your kindness, and the way you carried yourself. despite his cold exterior, you had managed to make a significant impact on him, and he was struggling with his own feelings of attraction and vulnerability.

the day ended with a sense of anticipation. you knew that something was changing between you and Miles, and you were eager to see where this new connection would lead.

Here is a continuation of the story with the scene you described, full of details, dialogue, and the growing tension between Miles and you:

miles strode into the gymnasium with his basketball team, his eyes immediately drawn to the cheerleaders practicing at the far end. there she was, y/n, amidst the squad, her movements graceful and precise. he couldn't help but admire the way she moved, the way her curls bounced with each cheer, and the radiant smile that lit up her beautiful face when she nailed a routine. she was stunning, and miles found himself unable to tear his gaze away, mentally detailing every little thing about her.

as his team began their warm-ups, a few of the guys whistled and hollered at the cheerleaders, making crude comments that made miles' skin crawl with jealousy. "damn, y/n looking fiiine today," one of them said with a low whistle, and miles grit his teeth, trying his best to tune them out and focus on the court.

when the cheerleaders finished up and headed for the locker rooms, miles seized his chance. he quickly made his way over, his heart pounding as he approached the door. taking a deep breath, he knocked lightly before letting himself in.

y/n was at her locker, her back to him as she gathered her things. miles allowed his eyes to linger on her for just a moment, admiring the curve of her hips and the way her shorts hugged her body perfectly.

clearing his throat, he moved closer. "hey," he said, his voice soft yet confident.

y/n turned at the sound, her eyes widening slightly when she saw him there. "miles, hey," she replied with a warm smile that made his stomach flip.

"you guys killed it out there," miles told her, taking another step forward. "that routine was insane."

"thanks," y/n said, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly from the compliment. "you've got skills on the court too, you know. that last shot you made was amazing."

miles grinned, unable to contain his pride at her words. "you noticed that, huh?" he teased lightly, taking another step until they were face to face.

y/n met his gaze steadily, her lips quirked in an amused smile. "kinda hard not to when you move like that."

his heart skipped at the subtle flirtation in her tone. "oh yeah?" he murmured, his voice dropping lower. "you gonna come watch me play again then?"

her eyes sparkled with a playful glint. "maybe i will," she replied smoothly. "if you're lucky."

miles chuckled, boldly reaching out to let his fingers graze her bare arm, relishing in the shiver that ran through her at the contact. "guess i'll have to keep impressing you then."

y/n opened her mouth to reply, but whatever she was going to say was cut off by the loud clearing of a throat behind them. they jumped apart to see the janitor standing there, an irritated frown on his weathered face.

"you kids need to clear out," he grumbled. "i gotta lock up and clean in here."

miles swallowed hard, trying to mask his disappointment at being interrupted. "yeah, no problem, man. we were just leaving."

y/n quickly gathered the rest of her things, avoiding the janitor's judgemental stare. "i'll see you around, miles," she said softly, giving him one last lingering look before brushing past him.

"yeah, see you," miles replied, his voice strained as he watched her go. as soon as she was out of sight, he couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face, his body still buzzing from their heated exchange. quietly, he followed her out, not wanting their time together to end just yet.

he caught up to her just outside the gym doors. "hey, wait up!" he called out. "i'll walk you out."

y/n slowed, allowing him to fall into step beside her. "you don't have to do that," she said, though the corner of her lips curved upwards.

"i want to," miles insisted with a lopsided smile. "gotta spend as much time with you as i can, right?"

she laughed then, the warm, rich sound sending miles' heart fluttering. "why's that?" she teased.

miles shrugged nonchalantly, stuffing his hands into his pockets to keep from reaching for her again. "just tryna make up for lost time, i guess. feels like i've been sleeping on getting to know you."

her expression softened at his honest words. "well, we can't have that, can we?"

they continued on like that, Miles asking her questions about her life, her dreams, her favorite things to do around the city. and y/n responded in kind, relaxing more and more with each passing moment as the conversation flowed easily between them. she couldn't remember the last time she'd connected with someone so quickly and deeply.

before either of them realized it, they had reached the front entrance where their paths would diverge. miles felt a pang of disappointment, not ready for their time together to end just yet.

"well," he said, slowing to a stop and turning to face her fully. "guess i'll let you get going."

y/n nodded, worrying her bottom lip briefly as she hesitated. "yeah, i should head home…" she trailed off, her gaze locked with his, heavy with unspoken possibility.

miles opened his mouth to ask her to grab a bite, to keep their conversation going anywhere but here. but then he remembered - the Prowler had plans tonight, a mission he couldn't put off or reschedule. his face fell slightly as the realization hit him.

"unless…you wanted to do this again sometime?" he asked instead, unable to keep the hopeful note from his voice. "i actually gotta take care of some stuff tonight, but maybe we could get that food another time?"

if y/n was disappointed by his inability to take her up on her unspoken offer, she didn't show it. her smile only brightened. "definitely. I'd really like that."

miles returned her smile, his body still buzzing with anticipation for whatever this new connection was budding between them. "cool, it's a date then."

they lingered there for a moment longer, the charge crackling in the air around them. finally, y/n gave a little wave. "asta luego, miles."

"see you later," he echoed, watching intently as she turned and headed off. miles waited until she was completely out of sight before allowing the grin to spread across his face, giddy and light in a way he couldn't remember feeling for a long time.

as excited as he was about the potential of exploring this thing with y/n further, a small part of him couldn't help the twinge of guilt. his life as the Prowler was one of secrecy and solitude - opening himself up, even a little, felt dangerous. still, the prospect of getting to know y/n better, of unlocking the mystery of who she truly was, it made the risk seem worthwhile.

with a lingering smile and his heart filled with new purpose, miles turned and headed off to prepare for his nightly patrol, already counting down the hours until he could see y/n again.

2 months of date with miles passed...

Here's the continuation with Miles visiting you as the cold, unfriendly Prowler at night, but then panicking when his identity is accidentally revealed, leading to him breaking character and becoming his usual flirty self with you:

y/n had just settled into bed when a tapping at her window made her whole body tense. she turned to see the imposing figure of the prowler lurking outside, his glowing purple eyes piercing the darkness.

with a resigned sigh, she climbed out of bed and opened the window a crack. "what do you want?" she asked flatly, already regretting the words as soon as they left her mouth.

the prowler didn't respond at first, simply staring at her through the narrow opening with those unnerving luminous eyes. finally, he spoke, his voice distorted and devoid of any warmth.

"let me in."

it wasn't a request, but a demand, one y/n knew better than to refuse. she pulled the window open wider, allowing the prowler to effortlessly hoist himself inside with silent, predatory grace.

he turned to face her, the full imposing bulk of his frame mere feet away. y/n swallowed hard, hating how her heart pounded with a mix of fear and something else she couldn't quite name whenever he was near.

"sooo?" she prodded when the weighted silence stretched on too long. "you just gonna creep around my room all night or…?"

"be quiet," the prowler growled, his artificially deepened rasp making the hairs on the back of y/n's neck prickle. "when i want to hear you speak, i'll ask."

she instantly fell silent, chastened by the cold menace in his tone. the prowler regarded her for another long moment before reaching up to tap something on the side of his mask. at once, the purple glow in his eye sockets dimmed, seeming to deactivate whatever night vision setting he'd had engaged.

"better," he muttered in that same eerie voice. "don't need that in here."

y/n frowned in confusion. "uh, i have lamps, you know…"

"didn't ask," he cut her off sharply.

she pressed her lips together to keep from snapping back, sensing the prowler's rapidly fraying patience. what did he want from her tonight? their usual deal was frighteningly open-ended.

as if reading her mind, the prowler took a heavy step closer, further invading her personal space. "remember our deal, girl? told you i'd want something in return someday for saving your ass that night."

y/n's heart rate kicked up another notch but she met his masked gaze steadily, refusing to show fear. "and what's that?"

in lieu of a response, the prowler grabbed her wrist and tugged her flush against his solid body. y/n gasped at the sudden contact as he wrapped one powerful arm around her waist, effectively trapping her.

the prowler leaned in until his expressionless mask was just inches from her face, voice lowering to a gravelly murmur. "think you can figure it out."

y/n's mind went blank with panic, heart thundering as she registered the unmistakable implication behind his words and actions. without thinking, she shoved hard against his chest, trying to put space between them. her palm must have hit the button to disengage his mask, because there was a soft hissing sound as it depressurized and began to retract—

"wait, no—!" the prowler cried out, a stark contrast to the cold, grating rasp from before.

but it was too late. the mask had already fully retracted, revealing the handsome, panic-stricken face of miles morales beneath. he stared at y/n with wide, terrified eyes, all traces of the prowler's menacing demeanor instantly evaporated.

y/n could only gape at him, frozen with shock, barely registering that miles was rapidly pulling away, putting several feet of distance between them as he raked a hand through his tousled curls.

"shit, oh shit, y/n, i'm sorry, i shouldnt've…" he trailed off helplessly, averting his eyes as a flush crept up his neck, stealing his composure. "you weren't supposed to see me like this."

"miles…" y/n breathed, still trying to process the complete 180 from cold, indifferent prowler to the adorably flustered boy standing before her. "you're…you really are—"

"yeah," he admitted hoarsely, sneaking a glance back up at her through those impossibly long lashes of his. "surprise, i guess."

y/n shook her head slowly. "not as much of one as you'd think."

miles frowned slightly at that. "whaddya mean?"

instead of replying, y/n took a few tentative steps towards him, emboldened by the stark change in his demeanor. once she was close enough to reach out and touch him, she allowed herself a small smile.

"i had my suspicions," she murmured, lifting one hand to trace the line of his sharp jaw with a featherlight touch. miles shivered at the contact, those hazel eyes of his darkening as she continued. "about you being more than just some quiet, brooding loner. turns out i was right."

the words clearly took miles by surprise, and he seemed at a momentary loss for how to respond. y/n took advantage of his silence, her fingers skating up to brush one of those temptingly full lips.

"gotta say, though…" she went on, bringing her face mere inches from his own. "never would've pegged you for a vigilante. but i can definitely work with it."

she punctuated the words by leaning in and pressing her lips to his in a devastatingly soft kiss that had miles melting instantly against her. all of his former tension, all of his panic over being unmasked dissolved as he eagerly returned the gentle pressure, one large hand coming up to cradle her face while the other settled at the small of her back and pulled her flush against him.

when they finally broke apart, miles was gazing at her with a look of such naked adoration and longing, y/n nearly had to catch her breath. he brushed a rogue lock of hair from her face tenderly.

"y/n…" he murmured, his voice lower and richer than she'd ever heard it. "god, you have no idea how long i've wanted…"

he trailed off, seeming momentarily overwhelmed, but y/n just beamed at him, so painfully endeared by his sudden shyness.

"don't worry, hot stuff," she teased lightly, trailing a finger down the sculpted line of his chest. "i'm all yours. prowler powers and all."

miles let out a shaky laugh, a joyful, boyish sound that made her insides twist with fondness. then he was pulling her close once more, his mouth finding hers again in a series of lingering kisses interspersed with barely audible confessions of how incredible she was, how amazing, how he'd never felt this way about anyone before.

*to be continued*

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misserabella · 2 years ago

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playing dangerous

police! ellie williams x fem! dealer! reader

pt2

summary; this really cute cop wants you to talk, and she perfectly knows how to make that happen.

cw; fingering, making out, orgasm denial, teasing, oral sex (r giving), choking, praising, degradation, mention of drugs and deals, mention of weed, usage of drugs, cuffing…

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡ either ways, i hope y’all like it. <3

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!<3

“Got you.” you groaned, her body pressing you up against the cold and harsh wall of the dark alleyway. You laughed when you felt her hands on you, registering you.

“Woah woah, get me a coffee first at least, wouldn’t you?” the officer turned you around, her auburn hair and green eyes popping under the dim lights. You smirked. “Got nothing on me, officer. Pinky promise.” you rose your pinky finger and she slapped it away, making you laugh.

If you weren’t high you would probably be scared shitless right now. You’d been caught by a police officer in the middle of a deal, and now she had you completely cornered in a goddamn hallway. You were trapped. This could get real bad.

“You’re definitely on something. Why don’t you tell me what it is, huh?” you sighed when her big and veiny hands took your face, her eyes focusing on yours to see how dilated your pupils were.

“I’m onto you, if that’s what you mean, officer.” you smirked and she huffed. Up this close you could see how long her lashes were and the little freckles decorating her cheeks. She was hot. Really hot. First cop you ever considered hot. And the weed on your system was making it much easier for you to forget that she was a cop. “Let’s get in the back of your cop car, officer.” you smiled at her, one of your hands coming up to rest on her chest. “You can ask me anything you want there.” you said, and she squinted her eyes.

“Anything?” her eyebrows perked up and you nodded.

“Anything.” you promised.

She looked away for a few seconds before sighing. Your smile only grew. The officer pulled her cuffs from her side and your eyebrows arched.

“ ‘S that for me? You gonna cuff me, officer?” you teased and she rolled her eyes.

“If you want me to go by your rules you’re gonna have to go by mine too, sweetheart.” that little and sarcastic nickname made you shiver. It sounded a little too good coming from her lips.

“Kinky.” you winked at her. “I like it.”

You handed her your hands and she cuffed you, a little more tighter than needed too, but you still liked it. You were down bad. She looked amazing on that fucking uniform.

She pulled you on the back, following right behind and closing the doors of the car with her keys once inside. It was cool, and the leather was comfortable on your back. You were too high for this. Now that you were so close you could smell her perfume. And god if you didn’t like it…

“Okay, now, tell me what you’re onto and who did you just sell it to.” she said, and you looked at her, silence filling the car.

“Why don’t you tell me your name first? Maybe I’ll tell you then.” you gave her a smile and her green eyes squinted at you. After a few seconds she huffed.

“Ellie.” she answered and your mind repeated it over and over again. It sounded just as pretty as her.

“Hmmm…” you hummed, leaning closer, your eyes on her lips as you cocked your head to the side while looking at her. “Pretty.” “My name is y/n, by the way.”

“Yeah, whatever. Now. Tell me what you sell.” she ordered, and your pussy throbbed.

“Oh yeah, use more that tone.” you whispered. “I like it.” you let out a choked laughter when her hands suddenly snapped and gripped your neck.

She was extremely close to your face, her angry eyes boring into yours.

“Talk.” she spat, and you almost whimpered.

“Oh, I’ll sing if you know where to touch, Ellie.” you whispered, and she took a deep breath.

“Is that all you need? A little fuck for you to start talking?” she inquired, her free hand landing on your thigh, the warmth of her palm seeping into your jeans.

“Why don’t you find out, officer?” you smirked against her lips, and before you could blink, she was kissing you, harshly, angry, and you were loving it.

You moaned, pushing up your hips for her to have a better access to the button of your jeans when she started to fumble with it. Quickly enough the leader was sticking to your naked thighs, your jeans forgotten on the floor of the car.

“Ah, Ellie.” you moaned when she cupped your cunt over your panties, her fingers pressing against your clit and making your head fall backwards.

“Talk.” she repeated, and you bit your lip when she pulled your panties aside, you couldn’t help the whimper that left your lips when her fingers dipped into your folds, fingertips soaked on your slick. Her fingers were moving against your clit and you were seeing stars. When you didn’t answer she stopped and pulled away.

“No! Please don’t stop.” you whimpered, and she repeated her order.

“Talk.”

“Fuck…” your hips rose towards her hand when she started to tease you again, barely touching you. “Weed, shit, I’m on weed.” you muttered, and you had to bite down on a scream when he plunged one of her fingers inside of you, curling it against your g spot. “Oh, fuck!”

You moaned when she started to fuck you like that. “See? That wasn’t so hard.” she smiled, and you would have thought of a clever come back if you weren’t feeling so good. “Atta girl.” you moaned, and she scoffed, adding another finger. “Someone is needy, huh?” she muttered against your neck when you started to fuck yourself on her fingers.

“Ellie…” you whimpered, already on edge now that her thumb against your clit. You were tightening around her fingers, and your cunt was squelching with your building orgasm.

“Oh, look at you. Already so close. You gonna cum for me, hm? Gonna cum all over my fingers?” you nodded, and just as you were about to reach your peak, she pulled her fingers away, making you whimper.

“No! I was so close, please, Ellie, please.” you begged and she laughed.

“Aw, aren’t you cute…” she falsely pouted at you, her thumb on your bottom lip, getting closer.

“Tell me who you just sold it to.” she ordered, once more starting to play with your clit. You sighed and pulled at your cuffs, moaning.

“I can’t.” you muttered. And she stopped touching you.

“Fuck.” you whined, your hips pushing against her gone touch. “Okay! Okay!” your eyes were rimmed with tears, your voice all wobbly and fragile. “Eugene. I sell to Eugene.” you whimpered, moaning when she plunger her two fingers back inside your pussy, starting her relentless pace and quickly building back up your orgasm. “Fuck, yes, yes, don’t stop please. I’m gonna cum!” you cried out, that well known warmth spreading all over your lower stomach.

“That’s it. Cum for me.” she smirked, and watched you fell apart as you reached your peak, your thighs clamping on her hand and shaking, your mouth falling open in weak and spent moans as you came all over her fingers.

She fucked you through it until you were whimpering due to the overstimulation. Her fingers were sticky with your cum, which she tasted as she pushed them inside her mouth.

You were breathing heavily, still some spasms making your legs jerk when she hummed.

“Drug trafficking and intake, huh? You’re a really bad girl, maybe I should send you to jail.” she said and your eyes widened. Oh no, you couldn’t go there.

“No please, Ellie, I’ll be good. I promise.” you begged, your beautiful and teary doe eyes staring into her harsh emerald ones.

“You’ll be good?” she inquired, her eyebrows arching.

“Yes, yes, I promise.” you looked at her, and one of your hands slowly made its way up from her knee to her clothed cunt. “Let me show you.” you whispered, leaning in until only mere inches stood between the two of you. Your lips brushed hers, and when she didn’t pull away, you kissed her. She corresponded the kiss with the same intensity, your fingers quickly unbuckling the pants of her uniform and tugging them down her legs the best you would with your cuffs still on. She helped you, pulling off her panties as well. You moaned when you noticed how wet she was. Fuck. You couldn’t wait to eat her out.

She hummed against your mouth when your fingers spread the lips of her pussy apart, her slick connecting them in fragile strings. You quickly pulled away from her, and she sat facing you and leaning on the car’s door. You sat/laid on your tummy the best you could. You smirked at the way her thighs shook when your breath hit her cunt. Ellie bit down on her bottom lip when you started to slowly kiss her inner thighs, getting closer where she needed you most. Her hands laced on your hair, pulling it backwards to see much better your face when your tongue met her cunt. She moaned, and your nose nudged at her clit, you smirked against her when she threw her head backwards, her emerald and shiny eyes closing in ecstasy.

“Taste so good…” you praised, and she moaned when your tongue pushed into her, lapping at all she would give you.

“Fuck.” her grip tightened on your hair when you moved up to her clit, your plushy lips sucking on it. You middle finger pushed inside, curling up towards her g spot, making her back arch. “Don’t stop.” she whispered, and you started to eat her out like a starved woman, humming and moaning at the pulling on your hair and the sweet noises that would fall from her lips.

Your second finger went in, and that’s when she started to shake. You gripped at her right thigh the best you could while being cuffed, trying to get her to not move, wanting to make her feel good.

“Shit, y/n.” he moaned, and your pussy throbbed. ‘Cause she sounded as sweet as she tasted. Your fingers sped up, her moans rose in volume. You knew she was close by the way her walls were clamping around your fingers, the way she whispered your name over and over again, begging you to go faster, harder.

You moaned when she finally fell apart, warm and sticky cum painting your lips and filling your mouth as you lapped it all up, fucking her through it.

She hissed and pulled from your hair so you’d detach from her pussy when the overstimulation became too much for her, almost painful. Your hazed expression met her, still drunk on her taste, on her pussy…

She pulled from you to land a searing kiss on your lips, her tongue pushing into your mouth to taste herself, humming.

You two kissed for a couple of minutes before she’d pull away, her thumb pressing against your bottom lip, shining in spit.

“You’re free to go this time. But next time you won’t be that lucky.” she said, and you smiled at her.

“I’ll be waiting for it then.”

a/n; okay buy just imagine them meeting over and over again and ellie always letting reader go ‘till they finally develop a crush on each other 😭

ellie williams masterlist! <3

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naomikozura · 5 months ago

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Playing With Fire: Chapter 7

Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Fem!Reader (Criminal)

Trope: Enemies to Lovers, Forbidden Romance

Warnings: strong language, use of weapons, violence, transit of a criminal/bailing out a criminal, bombs/usage of bombs, explosions, mentions of torture, men not accepting no as an answer (nothing violent or intense, just a brief scene), gun use, arguing, fighting, angst, slight soft moments (if you squint really hard), mentions of troubled past, money from illegal jobs, mentions of stealing, (Lmk if I missed any!)

WC: 7.5K

Summary: Black Mask sends you to escort his VIP client safely back to Sionis Industries, ensuring you understand that his life is worth more than your own. But when an explosion is caused courtesy of Red Hood, you have to find another way to get him safely to Sionis Industries or die trying. Red Hood just can't seem to stay out of the way.... or out of your apartment.

Series Masterlist

Chapter 6 || Chapter 8

Flashback

You paced around the roof, letting yourself bask in your thoughts as you waited for Robin to arrive for the night. You needed his help, you felt yourself doubt everything you had going on at the moment and you needed him to help you. “Hey,”, you turned at the sound of his voice, taking in his outfit. He wore his signature sunglasses along with some sweats and an oversized hoodie. It wasn’t too chilly tonight, but you knew it would get colder since it was only getting later in the night. The temperature always cooled down a lot more at night.

“Hey.”, you felt a clog in your throat, trying to ignore the lump as you looked at him with a smile. “How are you?”

“Good. I mean, a little tired but overall, good.”, he smiled at you, a hand touching yours slightly. The warmth of his hand made you melt at his touch. You wondered how he always ran hot even when it was cold. “What about you?”

You raised your eyebrows slightly before turning back down to the openness of the city, watching the cars as they drove by at the late hours of the night.

“I’m okay, just… torn?”, you muttered.

“Torn between what?”, he raised an eyebrow at you, watching you and waiting patiently for your answer.

“The family, they want me to decide on whether I should stay at Gotham Academy, which I do since it’s close to home or move me to a different school across the city that has better benefits for them business wise. The investors are part of their business, so it’ll look good for them. In the end, they want me to decide.”, you paused. “I don’t want to leave Gotham Academy. As much as the people suck, they have good resources for me to read, visit different galleries, libraries, and it’s not so bad.”

Robin looked at you intently, letting you get all your words out as he too tried to contemplate what decision you should make.

“If I move to another school, it’ll be like starting completely over. I don't know anyone, it’s more of a school for students who want to go into taking over their family business, that type of thing. It’s not at the same caliber as Gotham Academy, but it’s a good prep school for those who choose to go to Ivy Leagues.”

Robin could hear in your voice the doubt you had, you didn’t want to leave the academy, and deep down he didn’t want you to either. It was selfish of him, but he needed to focus on what you wanted, not what he did.

“I think you should do whichever will make you happy, Y/n.”, Robin’s voice was soft, his body relaxed as he looked out at the street with you. “If you like Gotham Academy, you should stay. You like that they give you resources to let you do different things you like, they also have a higher success rate than any other school in the city by far. If the family really wants to give up your happiness for their own selfish needs, then they need to reevaluate their priorities.”

You stared at him, his voice never faltering as he spoke.

“You should never deny yourself of the things that make you happy.”

Your eyes softened at his words, letting them sink in as you tried to weigh the pros and cons of both situations. You felt a warmth at his words, making you feel seen in your conflict. He was right. If you wanted to be happy, you would do whatever you needed to do just that regardless of what the family expected of you. They needed to understand.

You smiled at Robin, leaning into him as the both of you sat on the ledge, letting the silence fall over both of you as you enjoyed the quiet of the night and each other's company.

You should never deny yourself of the things that make you happy.

“I need you motherfuckers to focus! I am not spending hundreds of thousands of dollars in this for you all to fuck it up!”, Sionis yelled at his men while your glance remained neutral. He bored you with this tough guy act. Although he was a menace, he was nothing compared to the client you had tonight.

You had read over the file, checked every possible way that could result in his capture, and ensured that tonight would go smoothly. This served as the perfect distraction from the past weekend's events.

Your eyes looked up at Sionis as he towered over you, his eyes boring into your bored ones as he remained silent. He was better that way. Silent. But you could only dream.

“You won’t let our VIP get in harm's way, right sweetheart?”, his voice dripped with his taunt, your body inwardly recoiling at his use of the pet name. There was only one person who could make calling you ‘sweetheart’ sound like fire in your veins and he was currently up to his own business elsewhere. "He comes back to me alive, even if it means you don't".

You narrowed your eyes, watching Sionis as he kept pacing the room, your thoughts moving from the mission to a certain green eyed man.

You hadn’t spoken to him in days, wondering why he’d gone radio silent and still hadn’t given you your half of the money. Irritation burned in your skin but for some reason you allowed him time. After your timeframe ended you’d personally seek him out and actually feed his teeth to him for making you waste your time.

“Alright. You guys have two hours to get him and come back to Sionis Industries.”, Black Mask moved towards this desk, sitting and swiveling as his men filed out the doors you followed closely behind. The three black cars were parked outside, all decked in bulletproof tinted black glass, not allowing anyone to look inside. It was for everyone’s security, not just the VIP.

You opened the back door to the middle car, sliding in as the men divided into the front and back vehicles. You were to ride with the VIP to ensure the greatest level of safety. You might be under constant scrutiny by Sionis but he couldn’t deny you were the best card Penguin had in his hand.

You placed your chin in your hand, looking out the window as you watched the lights of the city pass by as you went into the outskirts to reach Arkham. You didn’t realize just how creepy the drive was until you actually went through the roads late at night. It was quiet, almost like a horror movie, just waiting for the climax to happen and something would jump out at you. You rolled your eyes at the thought. You’d see far worse things in the underground than a few jump scares.

After 20 minutes, the gates to the entrance of the building opened, the road leading down a straight pathway that went further towards the massive building. It gave a very dark, gothic feel but still with some touch of modernity.

You kept watch as the cars made their way towards the back of the building, almost like the front entrance was just a decoy for decoration. Once the cars had parked, they sat for a moment, no one moving to get out. The seconds ticked by eerily, leaving a cold sensation in the atmosphere as the night seemed to get darker.

You perked up at the sight of four guards opening the front door, a Warden stepping out with a file, and two more men holding your VIP. 7 people just for one person, for anyone else it would’ve seemed extreme but this was a psychopath you were dealing with. You stepped out of the vehicle, walking up the steps as you made eye contact with the Warden, before shaking their hand.

“Good… Night, Warden.”, you dragged out, but regained your composure shortly after. “Is this his file?”

“It has everything you need to know. Birth records, background checks, aliases, known contacts, extended known contacts, his network of allies and their allies, and finally”, he pulled out a massive file almost the size of a dictionary. “His criminal records and psychological evaluations”

You grabbed the two stacks he had handed out, carrying them for safe keeping. You were unsure why Penguin and Sionis wanted copies of his full record but you wondered if it was so they could have contacts with his ties. You knew it would just rot away in the back of a cabinet or something.

“Your VIP”, your eyes watching as the men forced your guest forward, a slight series of giggles erupting from under the bath he wore over his head. You took note of the straight jacket and the cuffs on his feet, mentally preparing for finally meeting the man in person for the first time.

“In the car. Middle one.”, you motioned as they opened the door and shoved him inside, the maniacal laughing filling the inside of the car as you watched two of your men hop in with him. “Thanks for the delivery.”

“And good luck to you. You’re going to need it with that maniac”, he muttered before he walked inside with the six guards following him. A chill ran down your spine as you walked back to the car, motioning for the front car to head back to Sionis Industries.

Opening the car door and sliding it, you placed the stack of papers next to you, a sudden shaking of the car as you turned your head, your heart dropping in your chest.

The fucking maniac was staring at you, his face only inches from yours. You kept your usual poker face but your heart rate was skyrocketing, his proximity and the cynical look in his face making you uneasy.

“Aren’t you a pretty girl”, he muttered, a laugh escaping his red painting lips. “I wonder what you’d look like with a big smile”, his voice sent chills down your spine.

You narrowed your eyes at him as he let out a maniacal laughter, letting himself fall back into his seat as he tried to wiggle his arms out of the straight jacket.

“Oh you’re not fun. Loosen up, or you’ll make this entire game boring”, his voice rang out as the smile stayed etched on his face.

“I’m not here to play games. I’m here as an escort.”, you replied flatly. “You know why there's so many of us here for you, so I suggest you stay still until we arrive at Sionis Industries.”

“Ah, yes. I am what you are calling your…. VIP”, he hinted at the use of finger quotes as he turned to look at one of the guards, Sionis’ men trained for any possible situation, even dealing with the maniac.

“We’re 20 minutes out.”, one of the men in the front called out before rolling the partition back up and continuing through the streets. You forced yourself to look away, not being able to stomach being so close to one of the worst criminals within the city. He was dangerous, psychotic, killed for fun, and had absolutely no sense of control. He was sadistic and plain narcissistic, it was blood chilling just how little remorse and empathy someone could have. You wondered if this was the closest you’d get to him before Sionis took him off your hands and you could go back to just continuing work with Penguin.

A sudden heat surrounded you, the abrupt halt of the car throwing your body forward and the sound of an explosion ringing out as you watched the two men next to Joker sit up and pull out their guns. You rolled down the partition, moving forward to force the madman to the ground.

“What the hell is going on?”, you yelled out.

“The other car, it had a bomb in it!”, you heard the driver yell back, looking through the windshield and seeing the other car laying in flames on the road. Your eyes widened, someone was trying to make a hit on Joker.

“You guys stay with him! I’ll go deal with whoever the hell this is.”, you pushed the door open, jumping onto the car and looking up at the buildings. You couldn’t see anything from down here, you needed to move up. You jumped off, running to the driver and telling him to keep going. “Take the back route if you need to, I’ll deal with this.”, you said as you ran towards the buildings and pulled yourself up through the ladder on the side of one of the buildings before reaching the roof. You skimmed the road below, running to jump between the buildings and keeping up with the car below.

You felt the wind on your face, trying to keep up as you felt the oxygen burn in your lungs, suddenly hearing another explosion a few meters ahead of the car.

Bingo.

You jumped between the buildings, seeing the figure running through the streets as you tried to catch them. They could not ruin this operation. It was no secret that news of Joker’s release had made waves in the underground, everyone ready to make their hits necessary to get rid of the mad clown.

The gap between you and the figure closed, only a few buildings behind as you jumped over another ledge to reach them. Your eyes narrowed as they came to a sudden stop, looking to see that the buildings ended and created a huge gap between the street and the next building across the way.

“Hey asshole”, you yelled, pulling out your gun and aiming it at the back of their head once you got close enough. You were hoping for an easy night, but anything having to do with Joker would never be easy.

“Hey Sweetheart”, you felt your heart drop in your chest as they turned around. Fucking hell..

“Ja- Red.”, you bit out. “Why are you here?!”

You watched as he raised his hands, pressing a button on the side of his helmet and removing the red helmet. His dark hair was messy, sticking to his forehead slightly from the sweat and his eyes covered in a domino mask. Your eyes soaked him in, admitting he looked devastating in his suit now that you knew what his real face looked like.

“Nice to see you too, Y/n.”, he smirked, his body moving closer to yours.

“Why are you here?”, you repeated, your eyes meeting him as you tried to keep your composure. You hadn’t seen him since the night of the Gala, since that night in your apartment, since he…

“You have something I want”, he motioned towards the black car. “So I’d thought I’d steal it from you”

You felt a slight irritation in your bones at why he was here. Was this the job he needed to complete that he always brought up? What business did he have with Joker? He couldn’t possibly have ties to the maniac.

“You shouldn’t be here.”, you bit out, dropping your gun and placing it back in the holster. You watched as the sockets of his mask moved, most likely taking in the way you were dressed. It was a regular stealth suit, but he indulged in soaking you in any chance he could.

“As much as I would love to stay and spend more time with you, I have a job to finish.”, he walked over to the ledge, opening a hidden compartment and taking out his AK-47 and leaning it against his shoulder, the barrel pointed upwards as he walked towards you.

“Red!”, you tried yelling at him, but your words died in your mouth as he grabbed your waist and slammed his lips on yours. Your eyes were wide as he kissed you in a deep, passionate way before quickly pulling away and smirking at you.

“It was good seeing you tonight.”, he whispered before running off and jumping off the ledge. Your heart lurched in your chest, trying to run after him but felt a weight on your foot. The mother fucker put an adhesive pellet on your foot, forcing you to stay in one place.

Dammit!

You pulled your foot from the adhesive with all your force, the substance settling in and making it harder to move. You grabbed your knife, cutting through the adhesive and pulling your foot one more time before it broke free.

You ran through the streets, trying to find where Jason had run off to. Why did he have to show up tonight? You had one thing to do and now you would have to hear all the shit spew from Sionis if you couldn’t get Joker back in one piece.

You quickly made your way towards where the tracker in the car had led you, showing you its movement as you cut through some of the buildings to get there sooner. If you couldn’t reach the car before it arrived at Sionis Industries, you hoped Jason might’ve been left behind somewhere. He probably was already close to getting another hit in before the car made it to its location but you needed to stay persistent.

Reaching the car’s location, you jumped down, using the buildings to use your grappling hook to lower yourself safely before running towards the car as you watched it slow to a stopping position. Your eyes narrowed as you moved closer to it, never letting your guard down as you moved towards the car carefully.

You watched the fire surround it as you approached carefully, taking in the rubble around the vehicle as you pulled the door open as your heart pounded in your chest. A soft grumble echoed from inside the car, your body on edge as you spotted the green color of hair, a subtly laugh ringing out.

“Oh you came to save me! I love a good heroine story, it’s much more fun than those stupid knights in shining armor or whatever.”, you let out a sharp ‘tsk’ as you grabbed his arm, forcing him to his feet as you pulled him out of the car.

“I don’t have time for your shit, clown face.”, you spit out, as you moved through the streets to find cover. “Let’s get to the alley by Gotham Square, I have a bike stashed there and I can get us to Sionis Industries.”

“This is fun.”, he laughed maniacally.

You kept observing every inch of the street, trying to see if you could spot Jason within the buildings. You knew he wouldn’t make a hit at you, but if he really wanted to, he’d do anything necessary to take a hit at Joker. Any criminal in the underground would. A part of you couldn’t help but wonder if Jason had a deeper reason for getting at Joker or if it was solely to piss off Sionis.

You moved through the streets quickly, keeping your guard up as you held Joker’s arm in one hand behind you and your pistol in the other. You were only three blocks away from where your motorcycle was stashed, you just needed to hurry before another explosive went off. You messed with your watch, taking note of the message you received from the third car holding the last of the men. They were on foot trying to get Red Hood stalled so that you could get Joker back safely. You had an opening and you needed to take it before he came back.

The silence felt eerie, but you knew that would be the opening he needed to make an attack. Every second seemed to drag on, every step you made felt like an eternity as you navigated carefully through the streets. The city felt like it held its breath due to the silence, anticipating whoever made the next move to cause more chaos.

You glanced back at Joker, his eyes full of humor and madness, the instability in him causing you a level of discomfort you couldn’t unpack right now. Not when your job was to get him back to Sionis in one piece and alive. You couldn’t lose focus on the objective, no matter how much Jason was making you on edge. He truly should have just stayed out of your business tonight. Just this once.

A loud explosion rang out behind the both of you as you tugged Joker to his feet and threw him into a running pace so you could get the hell out of this shit show. You were a block away, running through and keeping your eyes peeled. Deep down you knew Jason wouldn’t make a hit but you knew he’d try and make it as believable as possible to make it look like you weren’t just partners with your enemy the week before.

“C’mon, my bike is just right down that alley.”, you heard him laughing as you tried to tune him out.

“Oh good, I was starting to get bored”

You ran down the dark walls of the alley, pulling the tarp off your bike as you grabbed the bullet proof vest and shoved it over his head, your helmet strapping around his chin as you turned the bike on and revved the engine as you kicked the stand us sped down the streets. The tires screeched as you gained momentum and turned sharp corners, staying focused on getting to Sionis Industries as quickly as possible.

“You think the Hood is gonna come back?”

“Don’t worry about Red Hood.”, you bit out as the wind made your eyes slightly blurry as you blinked away the tears forced by the wind. “My objective is get you back to Sionis Industries alive, even if it means I don’t.”

What a cruel way to look at it but it was the truth of your situation. You’d have to give your life for some mad man clown who was like a roach: even if you burned them alive, they just won’t die.

The streets seemed quiet after leaving the center of the city, everything passed in a blur as you sped down the streets. Even Joker remained silent until you arrived and forced him off the bike. He might’ve been Sionis’ VIP but he wasn’t yours.

You led him into the building, pressing the elevator button that went straight to Sionis’ office. You kept the bulletproof vest on him, especially knowing Jason would probably try and shoot him through the window. Although Sionis was careful and had bulletproof glasses on his vehicles and home, he didn’t have them on his building. A dumb okay on his part but it would always be an inside thought you’d keep to yourself.

The doors rang open, the bulk of security at the main entrance as they opened the door. You forced Joker behind you as he stayed close, you could practically hear his smile and the laughs he held back as he skimmed around the room, making eye contact with one of the guards who kept a straight face. Joker was strange to say the least, more creepy and maniacal than anything, everyone knew him as the worst of Gotham’s criminals. Perhaps the most reputable in terms of causing psychological terror in the city.

The silence filled the room, the guards waiting for the arrival of Sionis as they stood tall and quiet. You were annoyed. You wanted to go home and forget about this stupid mission. As the door clicked open, your head snapped up, your eyes narrowed as you watched the black masked mother fucker walk through the door. His eyes landed on you, taking in your annoyed appearance as he smirked. He kept you here waiting to mess with you and it made you want to shove your gun down his throat and pull the trigger.

“Y/n, Joker.”, he passed his hands over his suit jacket as he made way to his seat behind his desk. “I’m glad you were able to make it in one piece. Hope there were no delays of any sort.”

“No delays. Just a little rat trying to kill me.”, Joker mused. “He made quite the appearance but good little guard girl here made sure I was safe. Even gave me this nice little number”, he motioned towards the bullet proof vest. “So I wouldn’t die.”

“Red Hood cause you some trouble, Y/n?”, Sionis narrowed his eyes.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle.”, you spit back through clenched teeth.

“Yet I don’t see a body on my desk.”, Sionis ran a hand over his mouth, eyes focused on you.

“Are we here to talk about Red Hood or move forward with the business you claim is so precious we had to bail Joker out of Arkham?”, your words were laced with hatred and annoyance.

Sionis bit back his words, clenching his jaw before moving forward with his business. “Fortunately, the two correlate.”, he spoke out.

“The reason I paid the bond for Joker was to get at our Hood.”, your eyes narrowed slightly, the revelation a little more obvious than you expected. You knew he’d only pay such a high bond price if it meant it would save him money in the long run. It was all business and investments to Sionis. It’s what he built his empire on, the investment of the underground trades and illegal business.

“Oh, this will be fun”, Joker smiled widely. “I’ll place a cat and mouse game, or maybe send him on a wild goose chase. Oh, I know. I could impersonate the Riddler and make him answer all these stupid questions.”, his laugh cracked through the silence of the room.

Sionis had the ultimate card in his hand. A piece of you wanted to warn Jason, another part wondered if Sionis’ plan would even be a success.

“Your job is to do anything necessary to get the Red Hood out of hiding. I don’t care if you have to blow up every building in Gotham or kill every man in connection with him, I want him out of his little hideout and dead on my desk.”, Sionis rose to his feet, walking over to you and pushing his face in front of yours. “Since it seems other methods have failed”, he bit out as you held his gaze, not breaking your confident posture and glare at him.

“My men will show you the room you’ll stay in, don’t take it for granted or you won’t get payment.”, Sionis threatened as Joker rose to his feet and followed behind Sionis’ men. You began turning to leave, Sionis’ voice making you come to a halt.

“Do I need to send someone to watch over your business or can you keep this under wraps?”, he called out. “This is our ultimate card. It would be a shame if this leaked and made its way to the son of a bitch’s lap.”

You turned your head slightly, not saying a word as he continued.

“If I find out that this got to him, I have no choice but to maim the mole alive. Flay them perhaps.”, he bit out. “You are the only one besides my men and I that know of Joker’s whereabouts. Penguin knows just what he needs to. So my suspect list would be very easy to blow through in case I needed to kill anyone who is a mole.”

“I wouldn’t leak anything. My loyalty is to Penguin and you’re his business partner. It isn’t in my best interest to let this get out anywhere.”

“That’s a good girl.”, he smirked and you internally recoiled at the name.

“Is that all?”, you questioned.

“No”, he answered. “I have another question”

You raised an eyebrow at him before he stared at you intently. He rose to his feet, walking over to where you stood and met your gaze. “Why don't you leave Penguin and work for me?”

The audacity he had to ask you to abandon your place next to Penguin for him. It made you want to punch him in the mouth.

“I’m fine where I am.”, you said blandly.

“I’m not asking for you to be my little assistant. I’m asking for you to be mine”, his voice rang through your ear, the gross feeling you got made you pull back from him. “You could have all the power, the money, the control, the status, all of it would be yours.”

“I’m not in this for power or status.”, you spit out. “You keep getting my personal interests mixed with your own desires and that’s not what I'm in this life for.”

His hand reached behind your head, tightening in your hair as he forced you to look at him more intently. His grasp was rough, it hurt your scalp but you refused to let that pain show in anyway.

“I could give you everything.”, his face leaned in, a lust deep in his eyes. If there was any man you would stay far away from it was definitely Sionis. “You just love to play hard to get.”

You pulled out your gun, placing it up to his temple and cocking it as his grip tightened. “Let. me. go.”, you spit out with venom dripping from your lips. The taunting in his eyes only getting deeper, his love for the game made it hard to threaten him but you did it anyway.

You felt his grip release, stepping away from you before returning to his desk. You ignored whatever else he wanted to say, pushing your way out of the door to his office and leaving the building once the elevator brought you down to the lobby.

Sionis really had gotten ballsy over the past few months, even more so now that he had a card that he could okay and cause all the chaos he wanted within the city. You swung your leg over your motorcycle, revving it as you sped off towards your apartment.

It wasn’t often the crime in Gotham got so out of hand, maybe a raid here and there but you knew with Joker’s release the mayhem would slowly start to rise within the city. Sionis had little to no remorse for anything, he would do whatever necessary to get whatever he wanted and he was so close to getting Jason off the streets if he allowed for Joker to go head to head with him. The thought spiraled in your head as you approached your street, turning into the alley and turning off the engine.

You opted for the window, climbing up the ladder as you reached for the window pane, noticing it was already opened. You scrunched your eyebrows, taking out your gun as you climbed through the opening. Once you were fully inside, you turned your head, meeting those dark green eyes that made your heart skip a beat.

Jason was sitting on the couch, his head leaning back on the cushions and looking up at you. You felt a prickle of annoyance before it disappeared when he full on smiled at you. You mentally cursed yourself for letting him have this hold on you, damming him for being not only charming but handsome at the same time. Guess when you’re the son of Bruce Wayne, looks come with the package.

“Hey, Sweetheart”, he smirked as he got up off the couch, his height making him end up looking down at you instead of you looking at him.

“Red.”, you forced. You need to keep your distance, create some kind of boundary that helps you keep him at a distance. Not calling him by name created that distance. “What are you doing here?”

“Was in the neighborhood, thought I’d come drop off a present for you.”, he smirked. He was still wearing his gear, his helmet on the living room table. He really just showed up after trying to sabotage your job tonight.

“Yeah, I can see that.”, you raised an eyebrow at him before watching him as he walked into the kitchen, two large duffel bags in his hands. You had to stop yourself from physically expressing your shock, watching as he plopped both bags on the dining table.

“Is this…”, you slowly unzip the bag, letting the muted dark green color pop as you pick up a stack wrapped in a band that read 1,000 USD.

“It’s your cut from the other night”, he shrugged. “$24 Million”

You felt your heart pound inside your chest. He brought you your cut of the cash, he actually brought you your half. You let his gaze, a shock in them as he smiled at you. That’s why he’d been MIA until tonight, he’d been getting everything worked out to bring you your half.

“Red, I…”

“Thank you.”, he cut you off.

“Why are you thanking me?”, your eyes brows furrowed.

“For helping me. For not killing me. For a lot of things. Mostly for not killing me”, he laughed and it sounded like music to your ears. His deep voice gave him an edge, his laugh even more so. He walked up to you, his eyes never leaving yours as he lifted a hand to grab your face, his thumb softly stroking your skin.

“Red..”, you whispered, breathing in his musk and trying to keep him at a distance. You forced yourself to believe you couldn’t be caught in such a compromising position and yet you didn’t move away from him or out of his touch. Your eyes melted into his, wanting to deny that he had a hold over you, yet you let him share that moment of familiarity with you.

You felt his hand hover on your back slightly, almost like testing the waters, before letting it wrap around your waist and pulling you into him. What was it about him that just made all reason go out the window? What hold did he have that made everything you believed to be right, actually wrong?

He leaned in, his mouth hovering just centimeters above yours, his musk drawing you deeper into him as you breathed him in. You kept telling yourself that it was wrong, he was wrong, this was wrong. He was the enemy, he was the one who ruined your work, the one making hits on Penguin’s operations, the one who made your loyalty completely shatter into doubt of what you were doing in this life.

“Red.”, you warned, your voice holding absolutely no resolve in it as his lips met yours, deafening everything around you. You breathed him in, his hands burning your skin as they tightened on your waist. You felt his hands go lower, grabbing your thighs as he picked you up into his arms. Jason was built. He was a machine. He had the strength of a bull and carried you like it was nothing.

Walking over to the couch, he laid you down, his lips never leaving yours and his hand gripping your thighs as he found his place in between them. Your legs wrapped around his waist, his muscles flexing as he broke your kiss moving his way to your neck causing you to hold back a moan.

He nipped at the skin on your neck, your hands tightening on his arms as you held back your soft cries. He wasn’t letting up and you didn’t want him to. You want him to keep going, to keep making your body feel on fire just like he did a week ago. You wanted him to consume you in every way you knew existed, even in the ways you didn’t. His teeth nipped at your soft skin, his grunts filling your ear as he continued down your neck.

“R-Red.”, you muttered, trying to push him back slightly, trying to gain some control over the situation. “Stop.”

He pulled back, his deep green eyes meeting yours in a delicate way, his jaw clenched as he tried to gain his composure.

“Y/n..”

“We shouldn’t do this.”, you whispered against his lips, watching as his eyes filled with desire and held your gaze. “We can’t do this.”

“Why?”, his voice came out in a tone of slight desperation.

“You know why. We both know why.”, you tried sitting up, his body moving with yours as you sat upwards, your hands still on his arms as you flexed your fingers slightly.

“You want this.”, he muttered, leaning forward for his forehead to lean against yours, his breath touching your cheek in a soft manner. “What does it matter what they think?”

“Red.”, your eyes closed in frustration. Frustration at him, at yourself, at your selfish wants, at your situation. “That’s exactly why we can’t”

You pushed him off, standing as you walked over to the window, looking out as you let your mind run wild with a million different thoughts. You couldn’t fall into this, couldn’t fall into him. You were getting your jobs done, he’d given you your cut of the money from the Gala, you had more than enough to pack up tonight and leave. You should. You had to do it. If you didn’t leave, you would never get out of Gotham alive.

“Why do you always deny yourself the things that’ll make you happy?”, a cold sinking feeling melted into your bones, turning to look at him with wide eyes. His own held a determination in them as he rose to his feet, wiping his thumb over his swollen lips as he stood over you. “You’re bailing.”

“No. I’m doing what I have always wanted. I’m leaving because I worked for it.”, you bit out. “I’m leaving Gotham because It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. There is nothing for me here.”

“You don’t know that.”, he retorted in a deep, calm tone. “You’re bailing before you even have the chance to figure it out. You’ve lived on the streets since you were a child, you came into this life when you were 16, you don’t know anything else.”

Your eyes filled with anger, his words fueling the fire inside of you and making you ready to snap at him with every ounce of fury inside of you.

“If you stayed long enough to leave behind this life and try something else, maybe you’d think it was worthwhile. Maybe you wouldn’t be packing up and leaving the second shit got tough.”, you saw his jaw clench and his hands tighten into fists, almost like he was trying not to let the irritation eat him alive. “Like I said, you always deny yourself of the things that’ll make you happy.”

“I don’t need a lecture from anyone. Especially not you.”, you spit with the venom laced in each word. “You’re just a rich boy going around wreaking havoc because you're too bored to do anything else. You have all of daddy’s money. You don’t know what it’s like to live on the streets and fight for your life, fight for an ounce of power when you feel absolutely worthless, to just have any form of control. You’ve had power and control since you were born, so don’t go lecturing me like you fucking know me.”

“I know you don’t give yourself a chance to be happy. I know you’re working yourself to fucking death every week putting up with the fat bird’s pointless jobs and dealing with that motherfucker Black Mask. I know you’re better than the scraps they give you just so you feel important to them. Let me tell you right now Y/n, they don’t fucking care about you. They never will,”

“Oh and what?”, you gave a pathetic laugh, “You think you’re the one to care for me? You think you know what’s good for me? I have survived this fucking city, the low lives, the drug lords, the murderers, the foolish rich assholes, I have survived it all long enough without your fucking help. So, do us both a fucking favor and get the hell out of my apartment!”, you yelled at him, shoving him back when he tried getting closer to you. “Go back to fucking trying to kill me. You were far more tolerable when you had a gun pointed to my head.”

His eyes darkened, never leaving yours as you stood your ground and had your jaw clenched. His shoulders were tense, his hands were balled into fists, and his face remained neutral. After what felt like forever, he turned, picking his helmet off the table and placing it over his head, hiding his perfect features and those green eyes that made you weak. That was just it, you couldn’t be weak. Not because of him. In this life, weaknesses were not tolerated, especially not when he was the most wanted vigilante in Gotham.

You stood in the middle of the living room, waiting for him to leave, watching as he climbed through the window and halted halfway before turning towards you.

“Seems like escaping has been on your mind a lot more recently.”, he muttered, the distorter making his voice change completely. “Thought that would’ve changed by now.”

His words rang through the room as he left, leaving the window open, the money on the floor, and you sitting in your own anger. You felt a heaviness in your chest, an emptiness that you didn't realize would consume you until just now.

I’ve been wanting to escape a lot less recently.

Your words echoed in your head from all those years ago, a hit to the gut at the memory of what kept you hopeful for the future. You couldn’t bring yourself to let go of the dreams you once had as a teenager and now that you were older you felt like you’d failed yourself.

You’re bailing before you even have the chance to figure it out.

If you stayed long enough to leave behind this life and try something else, maybe you’d think it was worthwhile.

His words echoed in your head, almost like a broken record, just repeating until they felt like there was some hidden meaning behind them. You ran a hand over your mouth, letting yourself sit with the small realizations of what he could have possibly meant by his words. Was there something deeper behind his anger? Was there something hiding behind the disguise of frustration that you couldn’t quite place?

A shaky breath escaped your lips, moving towards the kitchen and grabbing one of the duffle bags, moving it into the closet before doing the same to the other. You sat on your bathroom floor, letting the silence of the apartment consume you before letting yourself sit with your calmed emotions. Everything replayed. You wondered, was he right?

Did you bail when things got hard? When did you become so stubborn? When did you stop hoping for more? Was it this life that robbed you of everything or was it your own self destruction?

You moved through the world with a guarded heart, not letting anyone close enough to penetrate the armor you’d spent the majority of your life forging. You never wanted to be vulnerable, you never wanted to be seen as weak. You sit in the silence and wonder, was that the problem all along? Was it self-preservation that led you to this point, or did it slowly evolve into a self-imposed prison? When did you start to mistake isolation for strength and solitude for safety?

You used to dream of a different life, of leaving Gotham and turning your life around and now, it felt so far in the past. Everything had faded into nothing and a part of you feared leaving the city. You’d be alone again, you’d be forced into starting over, you’d be forced to forget everything that made the city worthwhile. You’d forget him.

You stood, staring at your reflection in the mirror, a ghost staring back at you. A version of yourself that didn’t exist in this timeline, a version of yourself that felt familiar and foreign. A happier, perhaps more stable, version of yourself that likely lived a carefree life. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, and let the silence wash over you once more. You turned, walking to your bed and laying on the mattress as you stared out at the empty sky, letting your tired body slowly sink into your sheets.

If you stayed long enough to leave behind this life and try something else, maybe you’d think it was worthwhile.

The words continued to echo.

A constant loop.

A replay of words as you slowly slipped into unconsciousness, the words blurring into a completely new meaning.

If you stayed long enough to leave this life behind and experience what it's like to be happy, maybe you’d think it was worthwhile.

Maybe you’d think I was worthwhile.

A/N: Hey guys! I'm sorry this chapter got delayed for posting, summer class finals have been consuming my time! BUT after the next two weeks, I will have all the free time to just write at my hearts content and get this series into the second half! I really loved all the reactions to the last chapter and it makes me feel so much more motivated seeing everyone's comments, reposts, and messages.

I have another set of one-shots that I plan on posting (some are 2 part stories) since I've had them in the vault for a minute, so they will likely get posted along with Playing with Fire. They are anime fanfictions (Jujutsu Kaisen mainly) so if you're also into those check them out!

I will be creating a Masterlist of all my works soon so everything is all in one place!

Look forward to next week and again thank you guys for all the love and support!

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kentosovertime · 10 months ago

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(n.) beauty that is more than skin deep

➳ sex shop owner!megumi x afab!barista reader - 4.3k

➳ a/n: 'gumi baby cone 'ere lemme give you a kith :* drooling over the absolute brain rot of megumi covered in tattoos

➳ cw: explicit content, explicit language, unprotected sex, fingering, light choking, sex toys and their usage, bondage, ropes, blindfolds, use of pet names (daddy, baby girl, sweetheart, angel), pining

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The door to the sex toy shop looms in front of you, daring you to enter.

Take a deep breath. You chastise yourself as you stare at the door’s handle in apprehension. You’re an adult and this is nothing to be ashamed of. At this point you’ll draw more attention to yourself if you just stand here like an idiot.

Maybe some of your apprehension comes from the fact the cafe that you work at is almost directly across the street from this place. What if a co-worker saw you go in and started asking questions?

That puts your ass in drive and urges you to grasp the door and scoot inside. You cringe inwardly at the loud jingling of the bells that the door hits as you step inside the cool space.

Your eyes scan the large room, finding it devoid of any current inhabitants. Even the checkout counter is empty. It's perfect for your escape to the back of the displays to try and find what you saw online while you were figuring out what you thought would work for you.

If anything, looking at online listings was easier than this. You stare at the wall, filled with dozens of options of things you hadn’t seen before let alone considered.

How many types of dildos were the- You catch one out of the corner of your eye that’s obscenely large and you shudder. How the fuck?

Certainly it wouldn’t take this much effort to free yourself from the terrible run of men that you’ve slept with. You just wanted to get yourself off since none of them could manage it.

Out of habit, you peek around the display that you were standing at, looking towards the desk for a worker. You realize your mistake when you see who’s standing behind the counter as you duck back behind the display and debate making your escape.

The counter was next to the door. There was no way he wouldn’t see you leaving if you made a run for it. No way in hell would you be asking one of the coffee shop regulars where they kept the specific dildo you were looking for.

Megumi? You ponder over the name that you’ve written on his cup the dozens of times that you’ve made his iced quad americano with caramel, no milk.

It wasn’t that he was a creep… you just didn’t want to look him in the eye tomorrow when he came through the line thinking of you holding anything in this store. He wouldn’t even give any indication that he remembered you. He looks just as standoffish here as he does in the warm lighting of the coffee shop.

The newer hires were too terrified of him to make his order, afraid of what reaction would come out of someone like that if they got it wrong. Little did they know how good it felt for him to mutter how perfect the drink was before leaving a $20 bill in your tip jar.

You weren’t scared of some tattooed and pierced man with a coffee, but surrounded by all… this? Your appreciation of him didn’t extend this far, no matter how attractive or how good of a tipper he was.

Trapped in your nervous thoughts, you barely note the passing of time, looking back to the counter to see him no longer there, pulling a sigh of relief from your lungs.

Fantastic now you’ll just- “Do you need help with anything, miss?” A low graveling voice hums behind you, making you jump out of your skin and whip around, almost nailing him in the face.

“Fucking christ! You can’t just sneak up on people like that!” You squeak in horror, clutching the strap of your bag to your chest as you take a step back to give him some space, ignoring the fact that the display you were hiding behind has a wide variety of bondage equipment that was currently in the same field of vision as Megumi.

“I called out to you a couple times.” He leans against said bondage display with crossed arms and a slight smirk, toying with his tongue piercing. “I hardly call that sneaking up on someone.”

“You couldn’t approach me from where I could see you?” You argue, your eyes catching his playful smirk as your cheeks flush pink. “Not when you were so intensely focused on the spreader bars and gags, (y/n).” Scratch that. Your cheeks were a deep shade of crimson red. “I have to say… that's a shock. Did you want stainless steel or aluminum?” “I wasn’t- No! I was just stuck in thought-” You sputter, trying to choke out an answer. “Wait, why is that…? Assuming preferences is so rude-” “Hey, now.” He throws his hands up in surrender. “You learn an awful lot about reading people and their tastes when you own a sex shop. I apologize. Again, can I help you find anything, (y/n)?” “Um… a… toy?” You struggle to get out an answer, wondering what alternate reality you stepped into where you were being asked to explain what sort of toy you were looking to use on yourself. He only stares at you expectantly, his smirk growing as you get more and more flustered, needing to fill the silence. “I was looking for something to use on myself.” “You know we have an online site if you don’t want to be here?” He chuckles and cocks his head, waiting for your reply. “I didn’t think I’d run into anyone that I knew while shopping for dildos, sorry.” You hiss. “Besides, it's hard to picture how big things are from a picture online and your site said there were testers that you could touch before buying...”

You especially didn’t expect him. You had always assumed that he worked for the popular tattoo parlor around the corner with how he looked.

“Well…” He hums and a conspiratorial sparkle glimmers in his eyes. “I’ve already seen you here so you may as well let me help you out with what you’re looking for.”

You sigh in defeat because he has a point. You’re already embarrassed, you may as well get this over with and then never come back in here.

“I’m looking for a dildo… just a normal one?” You force out, looking up into his gaze for a reaction, but he only looks pleased you listened to him.

“It would help if you explained why you need it, If you’re comfortable.” He looks you over, loving how you seem to squirm in place. “You could also tell me your preference on what helps you finish so I can narrow down your options.

“Its for self use… and I don’t know…” You think it over, frowning at how none of your hook ups were able to get you to finish by just fucking you. “I guess I’d like something that vibrates. I don’t… finish from sex.”

God, you sound so pathetic, he’s probably embarrassed just speaking to you.

“That’s completely normal. Only about 25% of women can finish from penetration alone. Follow me.” He leads you across the store and away from the traditional dildos you thought you needed. “I’d suggest either a rose or a rabbit vibrator.”

You cock your head in question, not knowing what those were. Your skin flushes with heat as he gently grabs your wrist and tilts your hand so your palm is open to the ceiling before he presses a small hand sized item into your grasp that he takes from the shelf. You jump slightly when you realize it’s vibrating, sending shivers down your spine.. “T-that’s really strong.” Your throat swallows around a lump as you blink up at him.

“Oh that’s the lowest setting.” His gaze seems to darken as he explains further, turning it up three notches. “This is the rose… this is the strongest setting and after this you’d have 7 other patterned vibrations to choose from. You use this one on your clit and you can grind on it too. You probably need to have your partner stimulate you too if you’d like to finish.”

You find you need to press your thighs together as you picture yourself using it, but your previous fantasies of using a toy on yourself morphs. Now Megumi is sitting on the bed with you, coaching you through using it, bringing you to orgasm over and over. “You… suggested another one too?” Fuck you’re throbbing with need, you can feel yourself growing wetter with each passing second.

“Mhm. A rabbit.” He picks up another example toy, this one is much heavier than the first and part of it is shaped like the dildos you were looking at, only with an extra appendage is attached. “This one will give you penetration and this part rests on your clit… it is good for using it yourself or your partner would have a good angle to use it on you.”

He watches your reaction carefully, as he’s sure it's not possible that you could get any redder. You blink at it, looking over the buttons at the base curiously, jolting a little when the tip of the toy rotates suddenly and ratchets up as you press the up button.

“I don’t have a partner.” You mutter, clearly frustrated by the idea of the hypothetical partners he invented not being able to please you. He watches as you press the second pair of buttons, frowning when you don’t feel something immediately. “What does this one do?”

“Keep turning it up…” He hums, watching hungrily as you immediately obey his commands, watching with barely concealed lust as the extra appendage starts vibrating harder. Your head cocks to the side and you graze a finger across the little rabbit ears that would press against your clit, gasping at how strong it is, pulling a dark chuckle from his mouth. “Like it, sweetheart?”

You look up at him through your eyelashes with a sheepish look on your face, nodding when you realize you can’t trust your own voice.

“Aw come on, angel.” He grins, breaking you down slowly to trust him. He thinks he’s lost track of the amount of times you’ve pressed your thighs together to alleviate the pressure. “You can talk to me about it. You’re already playing with it in front of me.”

“Y-Yes…” You avert your eyes when his gaze becomes too much. “I can see that this one would be good for a… partner…”

“Mhm.” He grabs one of each from the stock for you to buy, knowing you want them both. He places the testers back on the shelf before tugging you back towards the section you had been hiding in, pointing at the items hanging from the hooks, including self adhesive bondage tape, ropes, and gags. “And if you’d like, these can be good for play with a partner if you end up finding one that can fuck you right. It makes everything feel so much better.”

He expects you to squeak in embarrassment at this point, or maybe try to tell him you’re good and ready to check out with your two items, but you surprise him with your curiosity again, touching the bundles of ropes closest to you.

“It’s softer than I thought…” You murmur softly. “I wouldn’t even know where to find someone who could handle doing this. All the guys I’ve been with are strictly… What do you call it? Vanilla?”

You sigh, dropping the rope back on the hook with a look of disappointment on your face. You’d never meet someone who was decent at sex let alone experienced enough not to hurt you with all of this.

“What here interests you the most?” He pries, wanting to know what he could do to please you and make you forget all the disappointment other men had put you through.

“Um… the ropes and the blindfolds?” You supply shyly, slowly getting more comfortable with communicating with him. Something about him makes you feel safe giving your fantasies to him. “But I’d want to eventually be able to try all of it. I’m not one to knock something until I try it at least once.”

“And you think that people don’t exist that can help you try these things?” Is it just you or is he getting closer to you?

“I’m sure they exist but it's the trial and error of sleeping with men until a woman is comfortable voicing what they want. I barely was able to walk in here…”

“But listen to you now.” Oh he is absolutely getting closer to you. “Talking to me like you’ve known me long enough for me to be able to have this knowledge about you. What’s a guy to think when you’re so open with him?”

“... that I’m trusting you for your recommendations?” You guess with a harsh swallow.

“I could also provide a… demonstration.” His hand reaches out and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Given I now know everything I need to make you sing for me.”

His voice is low with promise and heat lights up your insides and you lean into his touch as an invitation for him to take more.

“What’s to say you won’t be like all the others?” You whimper with pure need, if this disappoints you, you don’t know where you’d go from here.

“Oh, angel.” He coos with a light condescension to his tone. “It's my job to know how to make pretty girls like you feel good.”

“Y-Yes…” He blinks at you in surprise and you press on. “To your demonstration, that is.”

“Well then…” He smirks and grabs a bundle of rope and the blindfold you were eyeing. “I won’t ask twice. These are all on the house.”

A protest rises to your lips that you’re happy to pay for them, but he cuts you off with a harsh tug as his warm hand closes around your wrist again. He leads through the store to a door that opens to a staircase to the second floor. You pant with the exertion of keeping up with his pace when he seems to take two stairs at a time.

You take in the tidy studio apartment, breathing in the masculine scent that clings to the space as he tosses the boxes with your new toys on the bed with the rope and blindfold.

“You don’t like something, you just say so, ok? I’ll stop immediately.” He murmurs with gentle sincerity, as he steps back into your space. You can see how his muscles are bunched with the need to pounce on you, but he’s taking the time to make you feel safe. It makes the throbbing in your core intensify.

His gaze takes in your cloudy expression, his cock screaming to be freed from the tight confines of his black jeans as he drags a hand up the column of your neck, relishing how you swallow audibly and shudder when his grip tightens. Dark, hungry eyes meet yours as his eyes bore into you, waiting for the moment of sweet surrender that will allow him to snap his control.

“Ok, ‘Gumi.” Fuck you can already feel your legs turning to jelly and he hasn’t even started.

“Fuck, angel.” He groans loudly as he easily lifts you and carries you to the edge of the bed, tossing you down like you weigh nothing. “My name sounds perfect coming out of those fuckable lips of yours.”

You feel his control snap like the fragile thing it is. He doesn’t want one more moment to pass without you cursing and whimpering when he makes you feel more than all those shitty men you’ve let touch you while he’s been admiring you shyly from a distance whenever he goes for his coffee.

He has you bare in seconds, your shirt and jeans thrown across the apartment before he growls in appreciation at seeing so much skin.

“So fucking beautiful…” You whine out in frustration, not having his attention where you really need it yet. Your entire body squirms in impatience as you watch him grasp the rope and give you an appraising look. “Hands above your head, angel… There you go, so obedient and eager.”

“M’gumi-” Your bra clad chest pants, arching toward him as he runs the rope in loops around your wrists, tying it in a neat knot, pausing just enough for your eyes to seek him out. “Wh-what are you? Ah!” The blankets drag across your skin as he takes the ends of the rope and hauls you up the body closer to the headboard. He loops the rope around the slats in the furniture, leaving you pinned and unable to stop whatever he decides to do.

“Much better…” He mumbles and leaves you alone on the bed, going to stand at the end of the mattress to take in your prone form splayed out for him like a feast.

“Aren’t you going to u-undress?” You struggle with the bindings, testing the strength of the knot with a low moan. Your body jolts when you hear the tearing of cardboard, your eyes flying to where he’s opening up the rabbit, testing the battery before the bed dips under the weight of his knee.

“Not when you look like such a good slut all bared to me.” He snaps the band of your panties against your skin just to watch those cute little nipples pebble in your bra before he rips them off your body. He watches the slickness from your center drip from you as he kneels between your legs so you can’t shut them easily. “And this about making you cum, baby. Now tell me…” Your tongue darts out to lick your lips as you watch him spread lube across the toy’s length, eyes catching on how his hands flex around it. What you wouldn’t do to have those fingers in-

“Oh g-god-” Heat floods your system when those fingers leave the toy and press into your entrance, reaching deeper than your own have been able to.

“... How many men haven’t made you cum?” Shame and embarrassment pool in your stomach with the growing heat as his fingers seek out the spongy spot inside of you. “Come on, you can tell me. I won’t judge.” “T-three-” The feeling in your stomach winds tighter and tighter, building past what you’ve been able to pull from yourself. At this rate you’d be making a mess of his fingers within seconds.

“You let three men touch what’s mine?” He tsks, shifting to grind his palm into your clit in time with the thrusting of fingers, snapping the winding feeling in your gut with a shock squeak. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, muffling your moans as you shudder and shake helplessly. “We’ll start with three then.”

“Three w-what? Megumi?” In the next blink his fingers are replaced with the length of the vibrator and your walls clench around it, sucking it deeper as he turns the rotation first. He watches in rapt fascination as your arms fight against the ropes to grip onto something, even as your hips shamelessly grind further onto the toy, bottoming yourself out.

“Three orgasms, angel.” He palms his erection through the fabric of the pants, allowing himself a moan as he works the length of the toy in and out of your cunt, replacing it with his cock in his mind. “Fuck… didn’t even need the lube. You’re already fucking dripping.”

Your breath pitches up, bordering on hyperventilating, your hips moving on their own accord to meet each thrust. He waits until your eyes are glazed and you look to him with needy desperation before he maxes out the vibration of the piece resting against your bundle of nerves.

“Fuck-” You sob and try to escape the sensation, your legs kicking wildly to manage the stimulation. That commanding growl returns as his hand leaves rubbing his cock to dig his grip into your hip, pinning you to the bed as he doubles down with his speed, making obscene squelching pour from you as your cunts sucks it in deeper. “F-feels weird please you need to s-slow down-”

“Let it go.” He commands without room for argument, wanting to see what your pussy does when it's overstimulated and desperate for the real thing. “Give me that mess, baby. Daddy wants it.”

The image of you soaking his wrist as you shriek out your high and writhe under him easily tops anything he’s done and he has to dig his teeth into his cheeks to hold back from coming prematurely in his pants.

“Good fucking girl.” He comfortingly rubs the skin of your thigh, soaking up how you twitch and jolt at the littlest touch. He takes pity on you and gently pulls the toy from your center, leaning forward to kiss along your jaw. “You’re on birth control?”

He’ll get a condom, but he really doesn’t want to.

“M’ on p-pills.” You hiccup, slurring your words heavily from the orgasmic fog in your head. “Want y-you inside…”

The image of him filling your core with his cum has you shaking, wanting to feel a sticky trail leaking out of your abused center. He deserves it. You whine low, when he pulls away but it's quickly replaced by a loud moan when his skin becomes visible.

Every inch of his strong muscle is perfect and when his boxers drop and he bops free, your mouth goes dry with anticipation. When he crawls back above you he’s holding something dark in his hand and your vision goes pitch black.

“Just a blindfold. You’re doing amazing for me angel.” He coaches you through as he acclimates you to his touch again.

He wraps his arms around your thighs, tugging you down to take any slack out of the rope before he teasingly taps the angry, red tip of his cock against your clit, his length twitching as he slides himself through your folds.

When he enters you he does so slowly, but it's not for your benefit. He can feel himself tighten at how warm, wet, and snug your walls are around him, ready to blow his load into you already.

But he promised you at least one more orgasm and he wasn’t about to talk a good game without following through for you.

“Megumi-” You whine in desperation, feeling the way your walls are pulling him against your cervix. “P-Please move. Fuck I need you to- fuck!”

He rears back and thrust back into you before you can feel his actions.

“Is that what you wanted, angel?” He coos down at you, gripping around your hips as he sets a brutal pace. “Finally get a good cock and you turn into my limp little fleshlight?”

You suck down harsh breaths, your eyes watering beneath the fabric wrapped around your face. He tilts your hips just right, filling the room with the wet smacking of your skin against his. Each grunt and low moan that slips out of his normally calm composure builds your high and you thrash against the bindings, craving the bite of your nails in his skin as you cum.

“Fuck you’re gripping me so tight-” He can feel your cunt squeezing him, urging him to give in and empty into your swollen little cunt. But he slows just enough to have you crying out in frustration, refusing to let you fall over the edge until he’s sure he’s ruined other men for you. “Awww… what is it baby? Need more?”

“Please.” You croak, your voice a crackling, raspy mess from screaming. “Jus’ wanna cum, ‘Gumi.”

He almost pities you, but you’re just so pretty and drawn tight, your body fraught with tension, he has to play with you a little more.

“Say you’re mine, baby girl. Say you’re daddy’s and he’ll let you cum.” He teasingly gropes your tits, lightly twisting your nipple, just enough to add to your frustration.

You don’t even put up a fight or hesitate before you’re babbling that he owns you, that you’re his and only his. A sob of relief shakes its way from your chest as he reaches between you to stroke at your clit.

The sob quickly turns into screams that you can’t hold back, realizing that the sensation at your core was caused by the low buzzing of the rose purring against you, catapulting you into your high.

His eyes drink your trembling, vulnerable form greedily before his eyes roll as his head drops back with a satisfied groan, pumping his cum into as he paints your walls white, shuddering along with you.

The light in the room hits you suddenly as he lazily tugs your blindfold off and unloops your hands, his touch gentle again as he rubs the angry red marks left behind.

“I’m right here angel.” He assures, gathering you to his arms and rubbing your back with light caresses. He gently shushes you as you try to push yourself up and speak. “Rest, love. We’ll have time a little later.”

Cuddled to his chest and boneless with satisfaction, your eyes droop and you fall asleep with a satisfied smile.

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