#captain kishibe x reader

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@miamisa101 hope you don't mind if I go with the smutty option 😏

Thanks for being so patient 🥺🙏

-HC- First time with Kishibe

Warnings/Tags: female/afab reader, smut, fingering, virginity loss, vaginal sex. Reader is a consenting adult.

*No beta read

Kishibe is a horny bastard. We all know that. He has probably done everything under the sun with more lovers than he can remember. Still, he never gets tired of it.

He is the kind of guy who goes to a bar, orders a drink, chooses his next prey, and lets his natural charm work the magic until they are crying out his name with his cock buried deep inside them. Rinse and repeat.

And that's exactly where you met: at the shitty bar a few blocks from your office.

The moment Kishibe saw you entering the bar, he decided you were going to be his. He needed your lips on his mouth and your legs on his shoulders.

So he carried out the routine he mastered several years ago: he approached you, invited you a drink, paid a respectful and honest compliment without sounding like a creep, and let things flow.

Lucky for him, you were entirely under his spell after a few moments, and soon you were both locked in the bathroom, making out like there was no tomorrow.

He was getting hard and eager but didn't want to end up fucking you in a dirty bathroom stall. Not that he's never done it before, but with you, so shy and compliant, he needed more time to play.

"Wanna go to my place?" Kishibe panted in your ear, making you tremble, and you answered with a needy "yes, please," ignoring a little detail you should have told him: you're still a virgin.

But he was just so good with his mouth, his hands, and his words… You just didn't want to waste an opportunity to have a good time with a guy who actually knew what he was doing.

Kishibe doesn't like wasting time with formalities, so don't expect him to offer you a drink or a glass of water before you get to business. As soon as he closes his apartment door, you will be trapped in his arms, with his body deliciously pressed against you and his mouth on your neck.

Most of the time, Kishibe likes it rough. He has no respect for a piece of fabric getting in the way and wouldn't hesitate to rip your clothes off to get what he wants.

This doesn't mean he won't respect your consent and boundaries. He might be an asshole, but he's not a r*pist. Just don't be surprised if he sends you straight home if what you wanted was a cuddle buddy.

"Fuck, doll. You're already dripping wet for me," he husked, letting his hand slide inside your panties, swallowing your moans with his mouth when his fingers began stroking your swollen folds.

Your mind shut down a long time ago, and you were completely surrendered to him. At this point, Kishibe could do whatever he wanted with you, even if it felt half as good as his fingers curling and rubbing inside you.

Soon you found yourself on his bed, with your bra lifted above your breasts, and Kishibe - wearing only his boxers - between your legs, eagerly sucking one of your nipples.

Then he ripped your panties off and pulled you flush against his clothed erection, and you suddenly felt overwhelmed. You couldn't see him, but he was bigger and thicker than you expected, and it filled you with dread.

"Wait!" you almost yelled, making him stop in his tracks. Not daring to look him in the eye and trembling uncontrollably, you confessed your inexperience.

"Do you want to stop?" Kishibe's tone was calm and understanding, but his mind and body were on fire.

This man has collected many kinks over the years, and corruption is one of them. There's nothing more satisfying than slowly turning someone so pure and innocent into a naughty sexual freak. He wasn't planning on letting this once-in-a-lifetime chance slip through his fingers.

It took you a while to answer his question, but finally, you replied with a soft "No, just… Please be gentle."

It wasn't gonna be easy for Kishibe when he wanted to do the opposite. That deep blush on your face and your reddened lips were calling him to fuck your mouth until tears were running down your cheeks. But he also didn't want to scare the shit out of you. Maybe if he behaved, you would come back begging for it.

Kishibe wants your first time with him to be perfect. Not because he cares for your feelings or some shit like that, but because he loves the idea of ruining every other guy for you. He wants to be on your mind whenever you're fucking with someone else, like a ghost reminding you who's the only one capable of making you squirt and scream. The sheer thought makes his cock twitch.

"I'll try my best, doll," he promised with a wink before getting rid of his underwear and reaching out for the box of condoms and the bottle of lube on his nightstand.

Your heart wanted to jump off your chest while he rolled the condom over his erection and coated it with the crystalline liquid. You were both afraid it might hurt too much but desperate to have him buried deep inside you, even deeper than your fingers could reach.

"Are you ready?" Kishibe whispered in your ear, the length of his cock rubbing against your soaking slit until he heard a needy "yes" and pushed himself slowly inside your tight pussy.

With your eyes closed shut, you dug your fingers into his shoulders, holding your breath all the while his girth stretched your walls. The burning sensation quickly turned into a pleasant tickling as Kishibe began hitting all the right spots. Soon the sound of his hips mercilessly snapping against yours was accompanied by your loud moans.

Don't let his age fool you. There's a reason why this man is the best devil hunter there is. He is not only strong as fuck, but has more stamina than you could expect from a guy over 50. By the time he needs a pause, you'd be a sweaty overstimulated mess.

[delulu4anime]

𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔗𝔬 𝔓𝔩𝔬𝔱 𝔉𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫⇥ ɪꜱɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀᴅ?

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ⇥ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ!ᴋɪꜱʜɪʙᴇ x ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʀʏ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ⇥ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴜʟᴏɢʏ⇥ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ. ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ. ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ꜰɪᴠᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ; ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ꜱʜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ʜᴏᴘᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ.

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢꜱ⇥ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ (ᴋɪꜱʜɪʙᴇ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ꜰɪꜰᴛɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ꜰɪᴠᴇ), ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ (ɪᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ), ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ꜱᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴋɪꜱʜɪʙᴇ, ɪʟʏ’ꜱ, ᴄᴏᴜᴄʜ ꜱᴇx, ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ (ꜰᴏʀ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ), ᴘɪᴠ, ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx.

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ⇥ 3.1ᴋ+

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴍᴏɴ⇥ 🔞ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇʏᴀʀᴅ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅɪꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴇᴅ. ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴡ🔞-ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀɴ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɴ. ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪʀᴛɪᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʏꜱ. ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏᴏ. ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ. ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜʏ ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ʟᴇᴛ’ꜱ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇ ɪɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴋɪꜱʜɪʙᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴʟʏ ꜱᴀʏꜱ ʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰʀᴇᴀᴋʏ ᴍᴀɴ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴛᴏᴏ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ!

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʜʏᴍɴꜱ⇥ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ/ɪ'ᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ/ɪ'ᴅ ʀᴜɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪᴅᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ/ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏᴏ

Kishibe hadn't realized how soft he had gotten in his old age until recently. A hardened Devil Hunter like him shouldn't have care what happened to someone like you. As far as he was concerned the reports about you pointed to the only right thing to do; dispose of you. Yet the way you had fallen to your knees and looked up at him as the rain cascaded down on you both. That look in your eyes of utter defeat and you hadn't even tried to fight him. There was something in him that soften and went against what he usually did. Everyone said the booze had finally rotted his brain because no sane Devil Hunter would willingly care for a devil but you were different. Even after several years of living together, you both continued to prove everyone wrong. 

You weren't as violent as the reports made you out to be. You were lost and, like any beasts when cornered, you would attacked. It was a shame the things that had happened to you. You didn't have a fighting chance from the moment you took your first breath. Your mother had died during childbirth and your grief stricken father was beside himself; why had she died and you lived? It hadn't made any sense to your father who was declining mentally with each passing moment. You weren't even a week old when your father called upon the Scythe Devil, one that had been associated with death itself, for a contract. A devil that could undo such a permeant outcome for a hefty price; a price that many humans ultimately could not pay. 

A life for a life. The was the Scythe Devil's terms and it would not budge for anyone. It was terms that were more than fair for your father, your little life for the life of his beloved wife. The Scythe Devil restored life to your mother and your father, ever grateful, knelt down presenting your sleeping little body to the Scythe Devil. It took you and vanished into thin air like it did after every contract was completed. It was suppose to be an easy soul to collect but The Scythe Devil decided to do something different; it kept you. It cared for you like your father should have and when your body was strong enough to wield its power it merged with you. You were suppose to take over and be better than it had ever been. 

You were the child it never had and it put more effort than it should have into making sure you were ready. At first you were hesitant to do as the Scythe Devil asked of you, you were only sixteen at the time; slaying any being you came across, whether that be a human or devil, and consume the soul was a lot for a teenager to process. Yet over the years you had become numb to the screams and blood; consume, consume, consume. You were suppose to be feared in the new age where weapons became automatic and the Gun Devil almost reigned supreme. Yet by the time you were in your mid-twenties you couldn't bring yourself to do so anymore. You knew private Devil Hunter's and Public Safety alike were after you; you had made quite the name for yourself. Yet on that day you met Kishibe you decided to stop running once he finally caught up to you; you fell to your knees in front of the man before you. 

Nearly begging Kishibe to kill you while the Scythe Devil raged inside you; surrounding wasn't any option for the Scythe Devil but for you it was about to be the way to freedom. No more blood shed, no more unanswered questions, and no more feeling used. You were expecting to be killed on the spot and you waited for the sweet pain to signal it was all over. What you were met with instead was light...your salvation. Kishibe had taken you in and with some convincing on Makima's part you were able to live with him. You were under house arrest for several months to make sure that you truly were no threat and what better person to live with than Kishibe just in case things went south. After seeing how docile you truly were Kishibe managed to convince you to join Public Safety, working alongside him and many other Devil Hunters. It wasn't the most ideal arrangement for the Scythe Devil, coming along with you to do chores around the apartment and then joining to fight alongside humans. 

But after a year or so the Scythe Devil was on board too; any way to collect souls was okay for it. You thought that it was you who needed Kishibe more than he needed you but it was actually quite the opposite. It was getting harder to get out of bed in the mornings when your warm body was pressed against him, sleeping peacefully. It was even harder on days that you had off and he still had to go into the office. Kishibe found himself craving your warmth and the way you looked up at him. Kishibe even found himself drinking less in order to remember nights where you had attempted to cook for him only to order takeout instead. The nights where you would drag him to the video store after work so he could get you all the movies you missed out on as a kid. The way you laughed at his jokes or the way you pouted when he told you not to eat the pastries he had gotten before dinner. 

It all felt so domesticated and he wasn't sure that he deserved something like this. Even now the wine he had tucked under his arm had nothing on the taste of you. It had been a long day of paperwork, newbie training, and trying to kill the devils that still posed a threat to humanity. He dug around in his trench coat pocket for his keys as his lidded gaze focused on the door in front of him. Just on the other side was the being that he had come to cherish more than his own life and in just a few more seconds he'd be able to hold you close. He wondered what you had gotten up to in the day; chores no doubt but were you cleaning in just his shirt again or would he find you in your own clothes though it wasn't as enjoyable. He just needed to- 

Before he could even finish the thought let along stick the key in so he could unlock the door you were opening the door to the apartment. You thought you had heard the jingle of the keys and you quickly made your way over to the front door. You didn't even bother peeking through the peephole because you just knew it was him. You immediately wrap your arms around him and bury your face into the crook of his neck. He grunted at the sudden impact of your body before he chuckled and walked you back into the apartment. He kicked the door closed behind him with one arm wrapped around you while the other, that still had the wine tucked under his arm, reached to lock the door. Once he knew you both were safe inside he buried his face against your temple and inhales your scent; the scent of home. 

"Did you miss me pretty girl?" Kishibe murmured and you nodded your head. 

"Always." You murmured back and he hummed before placing a soft kiss against your temple. 

It was no secret at the office that Kishibe had a soft spot for you and vise versa. However, there was never much PDA between you two at work other than fingertips brushing over knuckles when handing off paperwork or a gentle head pat after a successful mission. It wasn't until you were both back home that you could finally touch each other the way you had craved all day. He was able to look down and noticed that you were wearing one of his white t-shirt he often wore under his uniform shirts. His hand he had wrapped around you moving down your side and down to the hem of your shirt that looked better on you than it did on him.

"Brought some wine home. Figured we could celebrate." Kishibe said which caused you to raise your head from his neck.

"Celebrate what?" 

"The fact that I get to come home to you everyday." Kishibe's deep voice carries throughout the entryway and swirls around in your head. You couldn't help but chuckle as you tilt your head.

"That's something to celebrate?" You playfully said and he leaned down to press his lips against yours. 

Your eyes flutter shut and you hum at the feeling of his lips against yours. It started sweet and slow as if that's all the kiss would be, a way to show each other how you missed one another throughout the day. But the moment he started to walk you backwards down the hallway and into the kitchen was the moment you knew it was going to turn into so much more. And with that you wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss which caused him to groan. He walked you back enough to set the bottle of wine down on the kitchen counter before he wrapped both his arms around your body. His fingernails digging into your ass just enough so that it would leave behind the crescent shape of his nails. A sign that he had been there touching you and he intended to leave more markings behind in places only he could see. You pulled away from his lips and panted when the sound of the bottle hitting the kitchen floor startled you. 

You looked to see the dark liquid along with the glass all over the kitchen floor, Kishibe used the way you craned your neck in order to see around him as the opportunity to attack your neck with kisses. Your mind immediately pulled away from the mess and back to Kishibe as you let out a soft moan. The living room was adjacent to the kitchen and it didn't take long for Kishibe to get you onto the couch and take off your shirt. The moment he tossed the shirt haphazardly onto the floor was the moment goosebumps started to rise up on your skin. You had nothing on underneath which made it easy for the cool air coming from the mini split above the tv to blow directly onto your exposed skin. A shiver ran down your spine at the way he pressed his index finger lightly against your bottom lip and slowly trailed it from your chest, sternum, and down to your stomach.

"Been thinking about you all day pretty girl. Thinking about you like this. Bare and ready for me. It's one of my favorites." Kishibe murmured as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against your forehead. 

His fingertip trailing down until your breath hitches at the feeling of his index and middle finger running along your wet slit. You spread your legs and it causes Kishibe to hum above you.

"Such a good girl spreading wider for me without me even asking," Kishibe coos out before he slides his fingers inside you. You let out a wonton moan as you tilt your head back against the back of the couch. His fingers moving in and out of you at a painfully slow pace. "And you're already so wet...what were you thinking about hm?"

"Y-You." You whine out as you grab at the fabric of the couch. "How much I missed you and couldn't wait for you to get home."

"About how much you missed who?"

"About how much I missed daddy."

Kishibe hums again as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you faster. The way he curled his fingers and his free hand pressed against your clit was enough to make your hips shift forward.

"Such a good girl for me," Kishibe murmurs as he leans forward and nips at your neck. The sound of your crying pussy along with your moans was making Kishibe harder by the second. "Don't think I'm gonna be able to hold out sweetheart. Need you too badly." He grunts out against your skin.

"P-Please daddy...need you."

Usually he would have you beg more and bring you to a release before he thought about being inside you but he needed you more than he usually did today. He pulled his hands away from you which caused you to whine again. His lidded gaze moving to you as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks.

"Go ahead and lay down pretty girl." He breathed out and you didn't hesitate to lay flat on your back.

     Kishibe struggled off his trench coat while he shook off his slacks down his long legs. His hand tugging his tie off and tossing it over his shoulder as he climbed onto the couch with you. He was in between your legs in less than a second and pulling his boxers down so his cock was freed from the constricting fabric. Kishibe grunted as the tip of his cock brushed against your wet slit, making sure he was lined up. He focused on the way he pushed his cock inside of you before his gaze moves to meet yours. You let out a moan as he started to stretch you out in all the best ways. 

"Daddy loves you sweet girl," He breathed out as he continued to push himself in until he was buried to the hilt. "Daddy will always love you."

Kishibe start to move his hips at a steady pace, the heat of your body enveloping him. You moaned as your eyes fluttered shut and the pleasure started to consume you again.

"I love you daddy." You gasp out and he couldn't help but groan as you said those words he loved hearing. He dipped his head down so he could bury his face into your neck again.

"Gods, sweetheart, you're so tight." Kishiba moaned out as he picked up his pace. Your arms wrapping around his neck.

"F-Feels so good daddy. Please." You moan out. 

He let out a low growl, his hands grabbing your hips in a bruising grip as he continued to pound into you.

"Fuck. So good. You feel so damn good. Like you were made for me."

The sound of skin against skin quickly filled the room. The couch creaking under your combined weight as it occasional hit the wall. His cock always reaching spot your fingers only dreamed of reaching. 

"Right there daddy...h-haa...r-right there."

Kishibe groaned as he lifted his head to look at you, sweat starting to bead on his forehead. He thrust into you harder, not caring if the neighbors could hear.

"Gods, I've missed this. Missed you. I missed being inside you. Missed how you feel, how you sound, how you say my name."

You knew it was silly, you had sex the night before but it always seemed like the days he came home and ravished you like this were the days you didn't go to the office with him. The days where he was reminded of what it was like before you were in his life. Days he dreaded being alone now that he had gotten a taste of heaven. The more you squirmed and moaned underneath him the closer it drove him to his release. His hand leaving your hip and snaking between your colliding bodies. You felt him attack your bundle of nerves and you arched you back and moaned. Your thighs trembled when you wrapped them around his waist as his hips kept snapping against you. 

"Fuck oh f-fuck daddy," You moaned out at the way the pressure in your lower stomach was building up at a rapid rate. "M' gonna cum." 

"Yeah pretty girl? Gonna cum for daddy and make a mess for me?" Kishibe moaned out as his kept his gaze on you. Seeing you come apart for him was something he’d never get sick of seeing. "Be a good girl and show me how good daddy makes you feel." 

He had become such an intoxicating person, one that you needed every day. A addiction you'd never want to get rid of. Not with the way he looked down at you or pounded into your cunt like it truly was made for him and him alone. The way he rub your clit desperately trying to push you over the edge because he just had to see you cum before him. It's what got him off. To see his pretty baby crying out for him. He could see the tears of pleasure forming in your waterline and as soon as they spilled over with how overwhelming it felt to be so close just needing a bit more. That's when his deep voice filled the space between you along with your bodies meeting and your moans. 

"Daddy's here pretty. C'mon and let go for me."

Those words paired with the assault on your clit is what had you coming undone with his name on your tongue like a prayer. His divine purpose. It wasn't long before he followed and came deep inside you. You both panted as he collapsed on top of you. Your labored breath filling the living room as you started to rub his back through his work shirt he never even bothered to take off. Neither of you said anything while you basked in each other’s warmth before you suddenly broke the silence with a sudden thought.

“Should probably clean up the wine. Might stain the-”

You let out a squeak at the way he suddenly shifts positions and you were now straddling his lap. You can feel his cock twitch inside you and you looked at him with wide eyes only for him to smirk. Despite the fact you were still trying to come down from your last high, you were ready to go again.

“In a minute. Daddy still hasn’t gotten his fill yet.” He said as he started to unbutton his work shirt. You were in for another long night.

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[xxsabitoxx]

Experience

Kishibe x Fem! Reader

Warnings: large age gap (reader is in her 20s but it’s unspecified) and Kishibe is 50, car sex, hand job, degrading, praising, smoking

A/N: this was meant to be a short 1-1.5k Drabble but it turned into a mini smut instead (my brain is weird so some of y’all may still consider this a Drabble or you may consider it a full fic… idk man) anywho here he is :)

Word count: 2.6k

“You… you can’t be serious, oneechan.” Denji was staring at you with an udon noodle hanging between his lips. You chuckled at Denji’s constant use of calling you “big sis” — Aki had reprimanded him forever ago about using formalities with you. You had told him senpai was far too much and that calling you oneechan was fine. Still, it made you chuckle that it was the only nickname he ever stuck too with no bribery needed. Aki still used the gum tactic to get Power and Denji to use the correct terms while addressing him.

“I am serious.” The smile never left your face, watching as Denji slurped his noodle the rest of the way. “But why? He’s so old! Hell he’s over half your age! Ain’t he like 50 or something? And you’re like 20-something? I doubt he can even get his dick hard!” You rolled your eyes, laughter bubbling in your chest as Denji’s clear shock at your crush on his mentor. You’d known Kishibe since you joined public safety a few years prior, having worked alongside Aki when it came to training under the man’s brutal regime.

“Oh I doubt that. Kishibe is a man of experience, he probably has over 30 years worth with women.” Denji still couldn’t see how that would appeal to you, if anything he thought it should be a turn off. “That’s 30 years of use. You’ll probably catch a disease.” At that you couldn’t help but snort, putting your cigarette to your lips and inhaling. “Just think about it for a second, Denji. Wouldn't you want a woman that knows what she’s doing? One that would know how to take care of you?”

“I mean yeah, but maybe a woman that’s only a couple years older than me. You’re going after a man that was well into adulthood by the time you were born.” You shook your head, finding it rather funny that Denji was seemingly peeved by this. “That’s real bold coming from you, Denji-kun.” The blonde quirked his eyebrow, eyeing you suspiciously as he went in for yet another helping. “You and your crush on Makima? The fact that she seems to reciprocate your advances? Kinda a similar situation… but mine is legal.”

You shrugged your shoulders, blowing the smoke you had inhaled. “Yah, whatever… go for your creepy old man then.” He stuck his tongue out as you rolled your eyes, a victorious smile still present on your lips. “No really…” he drawled softly “he’s right there.” You froze, head whipping around to the direction Denji had motioned to. Sure enough, Kishibe was sitting at the bar, a glass of whisky in front of him… typical. You turned back to Denji, utterly mortified. “You don’t think he heard us, do you?” The blonde shrugged, a shit eating grin creeping up his face.

“Denji!” You whisper yelled this time, face growing warm. “Huh?” He spoke a little louder than necessary “I don’t think he heard? What’s the big deal anyways? Ain’t you want him to know? So you can like…actually do something about ya crush?” He drawled loudly, enough to draw a few wandering eyes to your table. “N-not the point! Shut up!” You were snuffing out your cigarettes on the underside of the table seconds later, ready to make a quick escape before Kishibe could even notice you there.

The problem being, you knew your old mentor fairly well. It was more than likely that he was already aware of your presence. Not only that but you were nearly positive he’d probably heard you and Denji talking about him. You wouldn’t be able to escape him unless you put a conscious effort into sneaking out of here. Even then, he’d find a way to corner you and ask you what the hell was going on. “Eh, whatever oneechan… at least I have the guts to go for the people I like.” Now you knew you were done for.

If Denji was going to make this a game of confidence, you’d have to do your “big sister” duties and simply one up him. “You’re a pain in my ass.” You scoffed, watching the grin return to the blonde’s face as you pushed your chair out. “You can thank me later.” Was all he said, returning to his udon as you made your way to the bar. “Captain Kishibe.” You fought to keep your voice steady. Kishibe turned to look at you, the usual stoic expression on his face.

“Come to talk to the creepy old man sitting alone at the bar?” He chimed softly, watching your face morph into embarrassment as he confirmed your biggest fear. He heard everything you and Denji had said. “Blame blondey over there for that nickname. Guessing that if you heard what Denji had to say you also heard what I had to say.” Your arms clasped behind your back, fidgeting with your fingers nervously as you waited for him to speak.

Kishibe swirled his glass around, watching the amber liquid slosh before he brought it to his lips and downed the rest. “Oh, I did. Not that I’m shocked… you’re far more transparent with your emotions than you think you are, y/n.” You could have melted on the spot, seeped straight into the floorboards and disappeared forever. Instead, you shifted your weight from foot to foot, willing yourself to grow some confidence and test the waters. It didn’t seem he was necessarily shutting you down just yet.

“Well… I guess this was a pretty lame ass way of saying I have a thing for my old mentor.” Kishibe leaned back, eyes shutting briefly as he inhaled through his nose. “You’re just looking for someone to show you a good time. Tell me, have you ever actually enjoyed any of the men you’ve slept with?” His eyes opened and he turned to face you fully now, tapping the wooden top of the bar twice to signal that he was ready to pay his tab. “Truthfully, no.” A breathy chuckle left him, one that sent shivers down your spine.

“I see. I guess that would make it my duty, Hmm? Your old mentor has to show you the ropes… show you the good from the bad. A private lesson, if you would.” You didn’t quite know how to react, your brain working in overdrive to try and process the words he had just spoken. “S-so you’re saying you’ll…” you flinched at your own stutter, watching Kishibe eye you carefully. “That I’ll show you how a man properly satisfies a lady? Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying, Sugar.” Your heart jumped at the nickname.

You found it hard to speak, instead you kept your mouth shut and watched your old mentor pay his tab before grabbing his coat off the back of his chair. “I paid for the fool’s meal as well as yours, he’ll get home on his own just fine. Let’s go.” Kishibe was heading towards the door, you waited till he was facing away to shoot Denji a look. The blonde seemed a bit awestruck that you were already leaving with him, you just shrugged as you left. You’d probably have to apologize the next time you saw him.

Before you knew it you were slipping into the passenger side of Kishibe’s car, thanking him softly for opening and closing the door for you. He slipped on the other side a moment later, turning the key so the engine roared to life. “I didn’t think you were the car type.” You commented softly, eyes scanning the amount of gadgets that littered the dashboard. The car’s interior was all black leather, that was at least something you expected from him.

“I’m not but the holiday bonus was nice and I needed an upgrade anyways.” He cracked his window, lighting up a cigarette before pulling out of the restaurant’s small lot and out into the bustling street. You didn’t expect him to be nervous, nor did you expect him to be awkward about the situation. Yet you were practically squirming in your seat, hoping he’d show some sort of nervousness to help you feel less inexperienced.

His cigarette hung half hazardously from his lips, one hand on the wheel while the other came down to rest on your thigh. You nearly choked on your own saliva, heat pooling in your gut at the simple action. “Amuse me, would you? What’s the best thing a guy has done for you, Hmm?” Smoke puffed out around his cigarette, eyes locked on the road as he waited for your response. “Offer to walk me home.” You admitted sheepishly, not quite sure how he’d react to such a lame response. It was true your taste in men hadn’t really benefited you in any way up until now.

He let out a gruff laugh, slowing down as he pulled up to a red light and plucked the cigarette from his lips. “That’s it? Seriously? Where the hell are you finding these bummy men?” You weren’t sure why his clear annoyance affected you the way it did, but you found yourself struggling to not press your thighs together. A small effort to relieve some of the ache, you knew if you moved your legs even a little he’d feel it. Then again, he was driving you back to his apartment to fuck you… would it really matter? “No need to be tense.” He murmured softly, hand squeezing your thigh.

“…’m not tense.” A stupid lie but it made him chuckle so you couldn’t really be mad at it. “Let me help you relax.” The cigarette was back between his lips, hand on the wheel as the light turned green. Kishibe pushed on your thigh, silently asking you to spread them. It took your brain a few seconds to properly respond, spreading them just enough that he could fit his hand between them. “Atta girl…” smoke puffed out around his lips once again, filling your nose in an almost intoxicating way. You were a bit shocked by the praise, nearly letting a whimper slip out.

The man you knew as your mentor was certainly not the same as the man sitting beside you. Then again you doubted he would ever woo the amount of women he did with his mentor attitude. Kishibe’s hand gingerly crept up your thigh before dipping between to cup your panty covered cunt. You mentally thanked yourself for wearing a skirt, giving the man in the driver's seat easy access to where you wanted him the most. He could feel your warmth radiating through the thin material, on top of that he could tell you were already wet.

Kishibe exhaled deeply, forcing himself to remain focused on the road even though he’d really like to look over and gauge your reaction. Truthfully, he had been waiting patiently for quite some time now for you to be the one to make the first move. He wasn’t lying when he said you were transparent with your emotions, but even then he didn’t want to risk creating awkward situations. He was getting old after all, a fifty year old man going for a woman in her twenties would certainly look terrible on his part if the other party didn’t reciprocate.

Maybe he was just a creepy old pervert for thinking that way.

Regardless, it was starting to get hard to ignore the persistent stiffness between his own legs. You’re breathing had hitched, suddenly dizzied by the fact that his hands were already on you. Two fingers pressed against the wetmark on your panties, drawing a sigh from your lips as he rubbed the material softly. “You’re more excited than you let on.” it was an off hand comment, one that had your fingers gripping the door handle to keep yourself grounded. Kishibe’s fingers slid along your slit, settling over your pulsing clit.

“You’ve said no man has ever satisfied you… I take it because he didn’t know where this was…” he pressed down, sending a shock of pleasure through you. Your mouth opened but nothing came out, slowly he began rubbing tentative circles, making sure you keep his fingers on the cloth of your panties. He wouldn’t let you feel his bare fingers just yet. More smoke puffed out, filling the car briefly before being sucked out the window. “I asked you a question, sugar.” you turned to look at him, face warm as his fingers continued to pleasure you. “T-that would be right…”

“Every woman is different, is this good for you?” you knew he was referring to his current action. “Y-yeah but…” you reached for his hand, placing yours over his as you guided him to a faster tempo. Kishibe took the reins again instantly, chuckling softly as you let out a soft moan. “Hmm, that better?” it was low, enough you send shivers through you as your hips jerked into his hand. “Need more…” you couldn’t quite figure out what specifically you needed, you just knew you needed more of him. “I know.” was all he said, fingers working you up continuously as he drove.

Part of you had to wonder if he was even driving you to his apartment at this point. It felt like you were going in circles around the city as he got you off in his front seat. Before you knew it, you felt your orgasm creeping up on you. “S-shit…” you clenched around nothing, the tension in your gut had appeared a lot quicker than usual. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” he teased softly, fingers picking up speed ever so slightly. You mumbled out some sort of ‘yes’, gasping softly as the tension continued to build.

Maybe it was the combination of everything, Kishibe, his hand, the fact that he was doing this almost absentmindedly while driving through the city, everything was edging you on. “Then cum for me. Show me how much of a little slut you are. I mean really, you’re going to cum from me rubbing you through your panties. You’ll ruin them.” You whined at his words, the tension building so intensely that you were certain you’d fall apart. “Atta girl…cum for me” encouraged again, rolling to a stop at yet another red light.

He looked over at you know, the sudden motion causing you to turn to look at him. “C’mon… no need to hold back.” he sneered, the ghost of a smirk on his lips. You felt your lower lip tremble, head turning to look back at the road as your orgasm crashed down over you. Breathless gasps escaped your lips, hand shooting down to hold Kishibe’s wrist as he continued to work you through your ogasm. “…ough… enough…” you squeaked, overstimulation taking over as the light turned green.

He only slowed because of the light turning green, hand never retracting from where it was between your legs. “Here we are.” He commented offhand, pulling into the parking lot of his apartment building. You blinked, the throb already returning. “Hope you’re not worn out… I haven’t even gotten to show you a proper good time.” He pulled into a numbered space, shifting into park and plucking the nearly gone cigarette from his lips. You watched him put it out on an ashtray in his cup holder, turning the car off a moment later.

“Well?” You shivered as his hand pulled away, making you want to chase after him. “Y-yeah…I’m not worn out. Hell, after your training it’s hard to ever get worn out these days…captain.” You teased softly, not knowing where the confidence came from. A smile actually tugged at his lips, hand reaching for the door handle and pushing it open. “I’ll remember that, sugar.” For some reason, you felt as if you had just dug your own grave.

[serapphiim]

how good i think csm characters would be at eating someone out...

[queenof-curses]

Kishibe: Paying the Price

Captain Kishibe is right, you'll never be strong enough to kill the Devil that murdered your family. You need to sign a Contract with a Devil fast, but you don't know any that are willing.

Good thing Captain Kishibe is more than willing to help you out, for a price���

Kishibe x Fem!Reader

wc: 3.5k

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Minors DNI! Explicit Sex, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Cunnilingus, Office Sex, Teacher-Student relationship, Age-gap, a little dark, & NOT beta read!

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“Decent work today, thanks to me. You’d be dead if I weren’t here, Kid…”

The older man sighs before taking a swig from his flask.

Whiskey, probably… you thought.

He was right though. If Kishibe weren’t there to check up on you during your mission, that Devil probably would’ve killed you. His next words pull you from your self-reflections,

“If you had train as I taught you, you wouldn’t be in a mess on every fucking mission.” He comments. “You have to take my advice, or you’ll never see your next birthday.”

Captain or not, the old man always seemed to pester you about not having any deals yet with a Devil. Your training up to this point with Kishibe has strictly been physical and strategic, and you were starting to feel the consequences of it all.

You joined Public Safety shortly after your family had been killed by a top Devil, being placed in Tokyo’s Special Division 4, under Captain Kishibe because of your smart and quick thinking. Now though, you wonder if that was a mistake…

You didn’t want to sell a part of yourself to a disgusting Devil, but how do you expect to get any stronger? Maybe the Captain was right after all…

Taking a moment to think it out, you finally decide to take a stance. You have to lose some, to win some- right?

You look up at Kishibe, his eyes slightly hooded and glossy (a state he was always in due to the job + alcohol), waiting for your response.

“I’ll do it.” you firmly decided.

He looks at you confused and you roll your eyes.

“Do what?” He asks.

“I’ll make a contract with a Devil… to get stronger. To kill the one responsible for my family’s murder.” You announce it to him.

You sounded so sure of yourself, a tone that Kishibe realized he hadn’t ever heard from you before. It perked him up a bit from his clouded mind.

He was quite proud, then, seeing you so confident. It was so different from the first day he took you into his division. He knew you were going to be great. But you should know- it wasn’t going to be easy.

“Alright,” he says. “And who do you plan on making a deal with?”

*Silence*

You look at him and think about all the Devils you know that would sign a contract with you… coming up empty. They were all dead!

The old man laughs out loud at that, “You don’t even know any one?!” he asks, incredulous.

“Uhhh… no…” is all you could respond with.

“Well shit Kid,” he pauses to think, scratching the rough stubble on his face. “You’re lucky I like you, I’ve got someone just in mind. But..”

He looks you up and down, eyes slowly raking over your body.

You shuffled under his gaze, adjusting your tight suit. Suddenly, you feel like your tie was choking you. Unable to keep cool under his stare, you feel your face flush red.

“But what?” you hesitantly ask.

“But!” He grins… “you’re gonna have to pay for the contact.”

What, just exactly, is up the Captain’s sleeve?

“H-How?”

“I think you know how.” He moves to leave, calling one last line over his shoulder before leaving you. “My office. 10 o’clock tonight. Wear something easy to remove.”

He doesn’t wait for your response before walking out, leaving you with a shocked expression and a wet spot in your panties.

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Walking up to the Captain’s office was something you were used to, just not in this context. You were hesitant to come, but you couldn’t deny the fact that you were also excited and nervous.

You needed this contact; needed to be strong.

For my family, you think before knocking three times.

*knock knock knock*

“Captain? It’s me…”

“Come in, and close the door behind you.”

You were excitable as you entered.

It was no secret that Kishibe enjoyed his fair share of Alcohol, Devil Hunting, and Women. You just never thought he would find you attractive. He was so much older than you, so much wiser and experienced. Why would you even entertain the idea that he would be interested? Surely this isn’t what you were planning for, right?

Walking into his office, you shut the door softly. Stopping just in front of it, you look at the older man waiting.

Kishibe stood in front of his large, oak desk. His long trench coat was off for once, sitting on the coat rack at the edge of the room. He was wearing the usual uniform of a Devil Hunter, a slim black tie and dress pants. The tight white dress shirt accentuated his muscles, giving his regularly rugged look a more defined stance. His jaw was tense, you could tell even from where you stood.

He’d been waiting for your arrival, and it sent tingles of excitement to your lower parts.

The only light was a desk lamp, illuminating the man from behind and basking his silhouette in a soft yellow glow. The rest of the room was dark; the only occupants being the two of you.

You weren’t sure what to do next, so you stood your ground waiting for further instruction from the man. Your fingers brush against the hem of the short dress you decided to wear. It felt odd to be in this room without your suit and tie on, weapons discarded in the locker room of the building.

You felt exposed in the dress, remembering that your only other articles of clothing were your panties and shoes. A dress this short and tight didn’t have room for a bra, unfortunately, and it didn’t go unnoticed by him.

He watched you play with the short hem, enjoying the visible shyness that crept up your neck. Kishibe was glad you followed instructions, and he admired the tiny playful dress you picked for tonight. He appreciated how your little nipples budded against the thin fabric, and his mouth watered as he thought about sucking on your tits.

Despite his lustful mind, he knew you looked good. The kind of good, he thought, that a girl would choose to go out for a date in.

That wasn’t the plan he had for you tonight, however.

No, tonight he was going to have what he’s been waiting for since the very first time you stepped into this office. He wasn’t a patient man, and he was ready to get started.

He calls your name out loud, his voice making you jump.

“Y-yes, Captain?”

“Come closer, let’s see the pretty little dress you’re wearing.”

You walk towards him, dropping your hands as you make your way over to where he’s leaning against the desk.

Once you’re within arms reach, he grabs you.

Gasping, you suddenly find yourself engulfed in his scent. Cologne and a slight whiskey scent… He smells familiar, you can’t put your finger on it, though. Kind of like home… but do you even remember what home smelled like?

You expect the man to hug you. However, you seem to be wrong.

Your Captain reaches behind your head, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling you towards his shoulder. He tilted your chin up towards his face with his other hand, putting you in a helpless position under him.

A thumb comes to caress your jaw as he hummed in admiration, looking deep into your eyes.

“You know, Kid… I know a lot of Devils. I could make you the strongest member of Division 4. You could finally kill the one that murdered your family. But… it’s gonna cost ya. Are you willing to pay?” He asks you.

You spend a moment to think, though you knew your mind was already made up. You’d do anything to kill the Devil that went after your kin. Revenge was your only priority, but was having sex with your Captain something you’d be willing to do?

The yellow light reflects off his earrings and the sparkle catches your eye…

Kishibe really was a good looking man. You thought about him occasionally, mostly on your lonely nights… And although he was much older than you, he had his shit together.

That is, had his shit together besides the alcohol… and the brutality… and the women….

Okay, so he didn’t really have all his shit together. But he was good looking, fit, and willing to make you stronger. So you decide you need him.

You finally give him his answer.

Looking up at him, you lock your eyes with his before answering, “Yes, Captain…”

His smile stretches from ear to ear at that. He looked down at you and gripped your hair tighter. The pain makes you moan out, a sound he easily found himself wanting to hear more of.

“That’s Master to you, Kid…”

You correct yourself, “Yes Master…”

He grins, “That’s right Kid, and I am about to make you a very happy woman.”

Suddenly, he switches your positions. Flipping you around so that your front now faces his desk, he stands behind you. Using your hair as leverage, he yanks your head to the side, exposing your neck to him.

Hot, wet kisses are placed along your neck as Kishibe grinded his (from what you can only assume to be) huge bulge against you. His hips push your dress up, exposing the black panties you decided to wear for the night.

He groans against your neck as you push back against him. It was getting heated at a pace you weren’t used to. But you couldn’t deny that you were enjoying the passion of it all. You suddenly found yourself desperate, it was as if there was an aphrodisiac laced in the air of the room.

“Master…” you cry out, pushing your backside against his front.

Soft kisses were replaced by rough bites that soon decorated the side of your neck. Each hickey that he left was meant as a reminder of each time he thought about taking you just like this.

All those times Kishibe wanted to lay you out on the desk before him and mark what’s his. You were under his division, and he wanted to own you in every single way. All those filthy thoughts of his were finally coming true, and he was about to savor every delicious moment of it.

He lifts the rest of your dress over your hips before bending you over his desk. You brace yourself so as to not knock your head on the wooden table. Kishibe wasn’t messing around, you realize from his forcefulness.

You felt the cool air hit the heat of your pussy as he pulled your panties down to your ankles, exposing you to the room.

“Oh god,” you gasp out, realizing his hot breath was panting right against your core.

He must be on the floor, you realize, and therefore must be staring directly at your exposed pussy.

You try moving away, but firm hands come up to massage your backside.

“Don’t even try, Y/n, I want to see you…” He whispers, holding you in place.

His hands felt rough from all the years of Devil hunting he had behind him; his fingers were scratchy against the softness of your behind. His ruggedness only made you wetter, loving the savage-tendencies you knew this man had.

He brings his thumbs towards your core, using them to spread your lower lips apart.

You moan, knowing that he could see everything like this. You were exposed to your Master completely, and you knew what he saw was a wet hole that desperately needed fucking.

“This-” he starts before swiping his tongue from clit to your asshole, “is all mine… Got it, Kid?”

Another swipe of his tongue has you seeing stars. Your knees were weak, on the verge of collapsing against his face. You knew to answer him before he denied what you so desperately seeked.

“Yes, Master!” you cry out.

Kishibe laughs, knowing he has you exactly how he’s always wanted you. Spreading your lips further, he sticks his tongue into your folds.

You scream and thrash against his face as he tongue-fucks your pussy with vigor, his nose rubbing against that other dangerous place as you leak into his mouth and drip down his chin.

“Oh god, yes!” you beg him, “Please Master!”

He drives you insane as he brings a tumb to circle your clit, making buck against him like an animal in heat. The rough stubble of his chin teased your folds as you ground yourself onto his face.

Stopping for a moment, he slowly circles your clit with his thumb- edging you, but teasing your orgasm from completely unfolding.

“Do you want to cum?” he mocks. “Do you want to cream all over my face?”

“Fuck- yes! Please!”

“Please, what Kid?”

“Please, Master!” You cry.

He responds in a tone that is almost threatening. “Then do it.”

Diving his face back into your cunt, he slurps and sucks your pussy, alternating between fucking your little hole and dancing his hot tongue across your clit.

It’s enough to drive you past the point of teasing. Your orgasm hits you like a train as you squirt all over Kishibe’s face, soaking him and the floor below in your juices. He encourages you to keep going.

“That’s it, Kid- fuck my face.”

You rock back against his tongue, riding out your pleasure as you feel the wetness against the rough stubble on his chin. You grinded against his face, enjoying the way he ate your pussy like a man starved.

He slowly licked you clean as you came to. After a few moments, you seem to slow your hips and come back down to Earth.

You were a wet mess. Sweaty and covered in your own cum, you pant to try and catch your breath. Attempts to collect your thoughts were made. However, you knew this man wasn’t through with you just yet.

Kishibe stands up, keeping his hands firmly on your hips. His grip was firm, almost bruising.

You knew better than to move- he wanted you there and you would do anything to please him at this point.

“What do you want, Y/n?” He asks you.

You can hear the buckle of his belt jingle as he undoes the strap. The zipper pull is next, and all of a sudden you feel the hot weight of a giant cock sitting against your bare backside.

The heat of his shaft felt like a brand on your skin, and you wiggled your hips to tease the beast.

*slap*

A painful blow comes to your butt, making you yelp out in pain. He didn’t appreciate your teasing.

*slap slap slap*

Your cheeks were on fire as he delivered blow after blow onto your behind. You groaned and moaned underneath him, waiting for his hits to finally end- not daring to move from your spot.

“Now,” he said after a final eighth blow, “What do you want?”

You cry softly, the cracks of his hand that followed too soon after your ograsm left tears in your eyes.

“W-want you, Master!” you say out to him, keeping your eyes fixated on the wall in front of you.

“Want what from me?” He goads.

He’s teasing you, you realize. The embarrassment of this older man making you beg for him pushed the tears over, falling softly onto the desk below you.

“Want you!! I want your cock- Sir, please!” You manage to cry out, but not before feeling inferior under the wrath of his brutality. You were overwhelmed with pain and pleasure; your mind had thoughts of only one thing: Kishibe’s cock.

“If you insist…”

The tip of his shaft runs up and down your wet folds- he coats himself in your juice before stopping at your clit. Circling your little bundle of nerves, he notices how swollen it's become from your prior orgasm. He can’t wait to have you crying for him.

Kishibe had big plans for his little woman. He was not only going to make you great- but make you his completely. He wanted you drunk on his cock; wanted you to cry out for him every night. From here on out, you would be molded to the shape of his shaft.

Bringing his cock towards your entrance, the older man teases your hole. Pressing his tip in and out, keeping it shallow enough for you to become frustrated.

“Please Master! I need it- I need your cum…” you cry out softly, desperate for stimulation.

You were a mess before him, having no idea what you just signed yourself up for.

“Oi Kid, don’t worry…” He smiles down at you. “You’ll get my load and more…”

His hips slam against yours in one movement, sinking his cock into your cunt all at once.

You scream- It’s too much. You didn’t expect him to go down to the hilt in one thrust.

Kishibe was no small man- his body practically towered over yours, and he had a penis to match. He was huge…

Your cunt stretched around him, filling you up as he pushed against your cervix.

“Fuck!” you cry out, the tears spilling down your cheeks rapidly. “It’s too much! I can’t take it…”

“Oh you can,” he responds to your pleas. “You can and you will.”

His next movements match his demanding tone. He’s swift as he pulls out of your pussy only to sink back in. You continue to cry out for him to slow down...

Suddenly, he shifts and thrusts up. His hips push against that rough part inside of you and have your vision going white.

Your cries quickly turn into moans of pleasure as his shaft rubs against it. He knows he’s just found your sweet spot.

With a smirk, he drives himself up into your cunt. Slamming himself inside of you over and over again. He fucks you on his desk as if you were the last woman in the world.

Soft cries fall from your lips as you mumble about how much you love it, how much you want his cum inside of you.

He barely hears what you’re saying over the slapping sounds of his hips meeting your backside, the squelching sounds of your wet cunt quivering around his hard cock.

“Fuck- Kid, you’re gonna make me fucking cum soon.” He says, not being able to hold back his strength.

He drives into you hard and fast, relishing the way your warm walls welcome his hard shaft. The grip he has on your hips is solid as he sets a brutal pace.

“Fucking do it- please, cum in me! I’ll do anything,” you beg him, reminding him of his original deal. “I’ll do anything please, cum in me- I want to be strong!”

“Oh you’ll be the strongest, Kid…I’ll fucking bathe you in my seed.”

“Fuck… please.. Fill me up, I’ll let you cum as much as you want…”

Your last statement seemed to seal the deal with Kishibe. You rocked back against his thrusting hips, meeting his body with equal excitement and endeavor.

“Shit, I-I’m gonna cum…” he manages to growl out.

His pace begins to get sloppy as he feels himself come undone. With one final thrust, Kishibe buries himself inside of your waiting cunt. He fills you with his seed- coating your insides with hot cum.

Swaying against him, you milk his cock with all that you can. Squeezing around him tightly, you make sure to try and collect every drop he gives you, putting on a show with your hip movements. He filled you deliciously, your insides felt hot and full.

All he can do is groan as you take control- he was completely fucked out and absolutely mesmorized by your little winking asshole below him. He stared down at it as you continued to drain him.

Oh he had plans for that, too. You were to be his in all ways after this.

After a few moments, you feel him remove himself from your body. With his weight gone, you could feel yourself drip in his release and knew he was watching.

Kishibe couldn’t help himself as he found himself on the floor, sitting in the same position that he had been in to eat you out just moments before. With his thumbs once again separating the pussy lips of your swollen cunt, he looked directly into the deepest parts of you. The same parts that his cock was just buried in. He couldn’t help his lewd thoughts as he realized he was getting hard once more.

You let him watch your hole leak onto the floor in submission… You realize that you’d let him do just about anything at this point, loving the way you felt under his demanding gaze.

“Master…” you whisper out, not too sure what you were asking for.

“Shhh…” he says, voice hushed. “I’m about to make you a very strong Devil Hunter.”

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bareback - kishibe x reader

pairing: kishibe x reader rating: 18+ summary: tags: unprotected sex, pwp, rough sex, age gap (reader is 20, kishibe 50s), daddy kink, blowjobs

complimentary fic to: protection - aki x reader

Kishibe was rough around the edges. The Mad Dog Captain who made a living from killing devils. He was a skilled killer who reeked of alcohol, he was a womanizer, and a total rat-bastard. He could be ruthless when it came to sex, not something a young twenty-something should be involving yourself in. But nonetheless, you wore the outfit he bought for you, put a large coat over it and headed to the low-end motel you often met at 

It was in the red light district, it was mostly used for these types of affairs. Younger female, older man, the power dynamic there was undeniable. You wondered how many girls Kishibe brought to this hotel, when you asked him later on he laughed and told you not to worry your little head about it. You climbed the steps to the room and knocked four times before you entered. 

Kishibe was sitting at a small table and chair with his flask in hand. He was dressed in a suit and tie, his jacket hung up on the chair. His dark eyes turned to you, "I see you listened. Drop the jacket." He moved the chair so he was directed at you, "Come." He said like you were a dog. 

You took a step forward and toed out of your heels before you started to undo the overcoat, you dropped it to the ground.  You stood there so vulnerable. He took another swig of his flask before he got up and came over to you.  He towered over you,  his broad hands on your shoulders as he pulled the straps of the bra you wore down to your arms. 

  "No one saw you, did they?" He asked, his voice was low. There was a deepness to his voice that often left you warm all over. It was calm yet domineering.  He had all the cards in this relationship, you were just another little puppet he played with on days off.  

You shook your head, "No one saw me, sir." 

  "Good, because I don't want any other man to see you like this. I picked these out for you for my eyes only." He started to grope your breast, feeling the flesh under the structure of the bra. The bra was  dark red lace and barely concealed anything. If there was a cold enough  breeze your nipples would poke right through. The panties were the same situation, they barely covered your cunt. 

  "I don't want anyone to look at me the way you do, daddy." You said gently as you started to take the bra off. You let it fall to the ground.  You were so submissive to him, those large hands and gruff voice did a number to your system. You wanted to be the apple of his eye, the girl he spent most of his time with. You could be the only girl in his life, or you could be one of several. You thought about it sometimes and it left a cold feeling in your stomach. but when you were alone in the hotel with him, you didn't care. You wanted to be a good girl for your daddy.

Which meant him finishing inside of you every time. He said he was too old to be using condoms, so every time he fucked you raw. 

His hands returned to your breasts and he started to play with your nipples as he felt himself harden in his slacks. You were a sight to behold, those curves, your breasts that bounced every time you rode him.  He cupped your face and leaned in for a kiss while his free hand fondled you.

  "Kishibe." You said, your voice caught in a moan when he pulled at your nipple. He pinched the flesh and you corrected yourself, "Daddy, please. You're turning me on." 

   "That's good, babygirl. I want you wet for me." His hand moved to play with your clit as his cock throbbed in his pants. He felt wetness between your legs as he teased your clit. You moaned and he pulled you in for another searing kiss. You wrapped your arms around the man and pulled him close so your bare breasts were pressed against his clothed chest. 

He played with you for a moment, his fingers soon plunged deep inside of your aching cunt. His thumb teased your clit as you felt heat pool in your face. You moaned and gripped onto him as he quickly and roughly finger fucked you. You really were his good girl, his good little slut that he enjoyed nothing more than to fuck.  He kissed you once more, tongue down your throat as he used force against you. He could feel your cunt tighten around his digits.  

He soon pulled away and you looked up at him with flushed cheeks. You were so warm all over you could feel the sweat down your back. His dark eyes met you, you could taste his liquor in your mouth. He instructed you to get on the bed and while you approached the mattress, you stepped out of your panties. Leaving yourself fully nude while he was still clothed. 

  "You look good, baby girl." He said, he reached out for you and cupped your cheek, "So young, so fertile." He smirked a little, "I guess you were always the good girl, now that you're in the city you need an older man to take care of you. Give you pleasure the way that those snot nosed brats don't. Most boys your age don't know how to handle a girl like you." 

You leaned into his touch, "Maybe. Maybe you're the only one who gets me, daddy." 

  "Maybe I do, I've always wanted a toy that wouldn't break. And after all the time, you still haven't broken.' He stroked your cheek with his thumb. He soon pulled away and started to get undressed, he folded all his clothing onto the table nearby for after. He got to come in a suit and tie and you had to come in with lingerie on. 

You waited for him to come back to you, you inched up the bed and laid there propped up by your elbows with your knees bent. He folded everything neatly and came back to you. He was almost scary when he approached you on the bed. He reached out and grabbed you by the ankles until you were closer to the foot of the bed. 

He grabbed further up your legs and placed your legs around his waist.  Your ass fell near the edge of the bed as his cock twitched in anticipation.  He looked down at your body, eyeing every last inch of skin along your torso and chest. You looked amazing under him, you were his good girl. With the help of his hand, he slid his cock inside of your aching pussy. Kishibe's cock was no small feat, the stretch made you arch your back off the bed. 

  "That's it, babygirl." He encouraged, his voice sent shocks through your body, "That's my good girl. Taking daddy's cock like a champ." He reeked of liquor but you were so lost in the pleasure of it all that it was hard to focus on much else. You gripped the bed under you as you felt him split you open. His cock was impressive in size, he wasn't afraid to show you how it worked when buried inside your soaking cunt.

There was a slight curve to it, it hit all the right places when he fucked you.  It left you little choice but to arch your back and accept your fate.  You were daddy's good girl. 

You moaned, the sound was erotic as he started to thrust into you. The lack of a condo added to the stimulation as the two of you rutted together on the bed that had probably been used a thousand times prior.  Kishibe's eyes were locked on you as he continued to move against you. The bed squeaked with your movements as the two of you fucked barebacked on the bed.  Your breasts did a slight jiggle as the older man got a good eyeful of them. His hands soon reached out and played with them, kneading and pulling at them while he continued to work your body.

The body pleasure made you soaked. Sex with Kishibe was always exhilarating. There was no stopping him once he started, despite his age he still had an insatiable appetite for sex.  He always wanted you around, he didn't care what social life you had outside of him. He always wanted you in the small hotel room, you better drop what you're doing and come over.  He needed your sweet pussy in his life, and if anyone else was gorging themselves on your sweet sex, then he'd easily take care of them. No one else was touching what he staked claim on. 

  "That's it baby girl, that's a good girl." He purred as he continued to rock his hips, the pleasure built up inside of him.  He continued to move your body up and down the bed with each hard thrust.  You moaned loudly and it only encouraged him. He loved fucking you with no condom, there was nothing like ruining a poor girl and fill her up with sticky cum. Let it ooze out while she tried to get her bearings. He smirked to himself as he continued to ruin you. 

  "Please, daddy. Ah!" You gasped as you clutched onto the bed. Your hips moved on their own in an effort to meet his pace, but he was just too brutal that you always fell behind. Your sweet moans were music to Kishibe's ears as he rammed into you. Your mouth soon hung open as the need for release came upon you. 

But that didn't stop Kishibe who continued to fuck you like the sex doll you were, his cock hit against every sweet spot in your body as you remained on the bed. Your nails dug into the cheap bedding under your as the older man held your legs up and pounded deep into you.  You felt so close to orgasmic pleasure. 

Kishibe was close behind you, the curl of release pooled in his gut as he thrusted in and out of you.  He watched your face contort as you felt closer to orgasm. He was determined to make you both finish as he wildly thrusted into you.  "That's it, babygirl. Get all tight around this cock. You're mine, do you understand that?" His voice was domineering and low. You really were his good girl. 

With another hard thrust, you both came. Your back arched and your voice went high as you climaxed around his cock. Your back was soon flat with the bed once more as you felt your mind go blank from the intensity. 

  "Good girl." He said, his voice still low, it was like he didn't break a sweat the entire time. Meanwhile you were a crumpled mess on the bed.  You couldn't say or do anything, you just laid there like a used tissue. You felt stickiness between your legs. 

Your head was a mess as you tried to come down from the immense pleasure, but it took some time.  The two of you remained in silence as you felt the older man's  eyes on your disheveled form. 

He soon pulled away from the bed and started to get dressed, "We have to be out of here soon. I'll call you a cab at the front office. I'll call you again soon." He tucked his button up in his shirt, "I advise you hurry up." Then eventually grabbed his flask and coat, you watched him leave you behind with your mind still in a daze. 

He placed your clothes or rather what little clothes you had onto the bed and left the hotel room. You slowly came to your senses and like the cheap whore you felt, you started to get ready. Kishibe's cum stuck to your inner thigh as you got changed again. You really should've brought proper clothes to go home in. 

Girls like you shouldn't fall in the den of Kishibe, they should meet nice boys who love them. Not cum and leave. But you knew you'd be back at this hotel soon enough. You mentally reminded yourself to buy Plan B in the morning when the pharmacy was open. You left the room and headed down to the small entrance.  There was no Kishibe, but there was a cab waiting for you. 

At least you had a free ride home. 

[bellabean24]

can I request scenario 1 from your list with kishibe and it turns smutty? 👉👈👀🧡 thank you!!!!

Kishibe x FemBody!Reader

Word count: 2127

Prompt 1: One bed

Summary: Y/N is kinda in love with Kishibe and having to share one bed with him makes them a bit anxious, So when Y/N can't fall asleep Kishibe offers to help them

Warnings: SFW & NSFW, Slowburn bare with me it’s been a year since I read them manga, mentions of devil killing, coworkers to lovers type shii, poorly written mission for devil killing or whatever, age gap reader is 25 and Kishibe is 33, rushed writing sorry, oral (F!receiving & M!receiving), P in V, slight praise kink, petnames used (Sweetheart & Baby), Tell me if I missed anything

Scenario prompt list | Chainsaw Man Masterlist

You and Kishibe have been coworkers for 3 years and to say that you weren't in love with him would be a lie. 

When you were assigned to work with Kishibe, he was how could you put this he was harsh, to say the least, he almost got you killed twice. But he was still there to save you, Kishibe liked to say it was a “Training lesson.” 

But as of right now, Kishibe took you with him on a mission two hours away from Kyoto to Gifu, Japan. The mission took you both about an hour tops trying to kill the devil. Looking up at the sky you notice how dark the clouds are. “Looks like it's gonna storm,” you said looking at Kishibe “It’s late and we're not gonna make it back in time so let's just get a room at the nearest hotel,” humming along with his idea you follow him to the car. 

Getting into the car, Kishibe drives away from the work or murder scene, “Y/N, look up the nearest and cheapest hotel for us to stay at.” Kishibe speaks up after 10 whole minutes of silence. Nodding your head you pull out your phone searching for the nearest hotel. “There's a hotel not too far away and it's $100 per night, it’s called Miyako Hotel.” You look up at him staring at his side profile, “Put in the directions for me, Y/N.” You like the way he says your name, the way it rolls off his tongue makes your body get hot and your stomach to churn. 

"Can we stop by a store? I need a change of clothes cause I didn't bring any."  You ask him hoping it would be a yes or you’re gonna have to sleep in your underwear and shirt. “Yea sure.” a short response he gives you. 

—-

Reaching the store you tell Kishibe you will only be a minute and asked if he needed anything he asked you to just get him some water and hurry up. Walking into the store you grab a shirt and a pair of shorts then grab Kishibes water. Heading out the front door after paying for your things you notice it started raining hard. “Fuck” you look up at the sky then look where Kishibe had parked the car, “Guess I gotta run.” Running towards the car, your hair and clothes becoming soaked, you reach the car pull the door open, get in, and shut the door as fast as possible. 

“Hey, you’re getting my seats wet” Kishibe quite shouts at you, “Sorry but it’s fucking pouring, and here's your water” you retort not wanting to argue with him and handing him his water from the bag. He grabs the water from you putting it in the cup holder “Thanks” A short response he gives you before putting the car in gear and driving off. 

—-

Arriving at Miyako hotel you and Kishibe run to the entrance, walking up to the reception desk you let Kishibe do all the talking. “Hi, how may I help you two today” the woman at the desk welcomes us, looking between you and Kishibe, “Hi, can we get a room.” She nods her head looking down at her computer to see if there are any rooms available, “Just your luck, we have one room available. How long will you two be staying?” She questions us “Just tonight,” he says pulling out his wallet and paying her. 

“Ok you’re all set here is your key. Enjoy your stay” she sends you both off with a warming smile.

Taking the elevator to the third floor you both look for your room silently. “Y/N the room is here” He calls for you, swiping the key against the handle, you hear a beep indicating that the door is unlocked. Walking in you take your shoes and then look around the room realizing that there is only one bed and a couch. 

“Um, there is only one bed” you state the obvious, “Yea, I can see that I have eyes too” his sarcastic remark made you roll your eyes with a small smile on your face. “You wanna take the bed, I don't mind sleeping on the couch,” you ask him, playing with your fingers. “Why don’t we figure this out after a shower.” He finally turns to you with a small yet noticeable smirk on his face. 

Nodding you take your pair of clothes and go to the bathroom to shower off the rain and stench of the devil you killed. Making it a quick shower, you dry your body off and put your clean clothes on.  

Walking out of the bathroom you see Kishibe sitting on the bed mindlessly watching TV, “You can get in the shower now.” You speak up, now sitting on the bed as well and watching the TV. He hums, grabbing the things he needs and leaving. 

—

Two hours have passed and you and Kishibe are watching TV without making a single noise, you would secretly glance at his side profile watching as he clenches his jaw whenever the character on the show does something dumb. “So you want me to sleep on the couch..” you drag out looking at his side profile once again, he turns his head now making eye contact with you. “We can just share the bed,” he says to you making a small blush appear on your face, “I mean I don’t mind. Only if you're comfortable with it.” you stutter out looking everywhere but his face. “I wouldn’t suggest it if I wasn’t comfortable with it, Y/N” 

 You two decide to turn the TV off and go to bed as you have to leave early to get home. 

—-

You’ve been trying to sleep for 4 hours already but every time you close your eyes you can’t stop thinking about Kishibe next to you as he sleeps. Tossing and turning trying to find a new position every minute, you didn’t think the man next to you would wake up. “Would you quit moving already?” Kishibe mumbles to you moving a bit closer to wrap his arms around your middle. At that point, you froze, “I can’t fall asleep” you mumble back to him choosing now to question his arm around you. “I know a way I can help” he lowly whispers to you leaving a small kiss on your exposed shoulder. 

“Do you want me to help you?” He spoke up, dragging his hand down the side of your body stopping at the band to your shorts. “Yes, please Kishibe” you whine, opening your legs for him, “Lay on your back,” he commands you. Laying on your back the blanket you had draping over you long forgotten. 

Kishibe moves in between your legs pulling your shorts and underwear off your body, coming face to face with your cunt he gives you small kisses on your inner thighs leading up to your pussy. Impatiently bucking your hips in the air trying to make contact with his face, you feel him forcely push your hips down, “Don’t do that.” He said before pushing his face onto your pussy, he harshly sucks on your clit moving your thighs to his shoulders, the sensation he had on your clit has you tugging on his hair and moaning out his name. 

Kishibe brings two of his fingers to your sopping hole, thrusting his fingers into your wet hole you yank on his hair letting out a high-pitched moan, “Shh, someone might hear you,” he mumbles into your cunt not letting up on his abuse to your hole and clit. “Shit, Kishibe. I’m gonna come please don’t stop” You beg him in between moans.  Feeling the coil in your stomach about to snap, that's when Kishibe moves his mouth off of you and pulls his fingers out of your wet cunt, groaning at the loss of his mouth and fingers, he sits up looking down at your cunt clenching around thin air.  

“Kishibe. Why did you do that I was so close” you whine moving your thighs back and forth trying to gain some kind of friction. “Cause you want to go to sleep so I gotta drain your body” he gives you a small chuckle, pulling his pants and under down just enough for his cock to spring out. Staring down at his cock in shock not expecting him to be big and thick. 

‘He’s at least 8.5 inches max how the fuck am I gonna take it’ you think to yourself, “Are gonna keep staring at it or suck it” he questions you slowly stroking his cock up and down. Kishibe moves to sit on the side of the bed, looking you in the eyes and nodding his head over for you to come. Getting off the bed you kneel in front of his cock looking at it then his eyes, “Go on sweetheart, put your pretty mouth around my cock” he strokes your head giving you a little nudge. 

Opening your mouth you move your head down his length taking as much as you can fit, stroking what you can’t fit in your mouth. “Oh, fuck, Y/N your mouth feels so good,” Kishibe groans out his hips slightly bucking up into you as you move your head up and down. Your gags fill the room when his cock meets the back of your throat, your throat contorts around him, tears fill your eyes threatening to spill. 

“Don’t stop I’m almost there, baby” he lets out a moan now thrusting his length into your mouth, your hands reach up to grip his thighs, you look up at Kishibe to find him already staring down at your flustered face. With one last thrust Kishibe lets out a deep groan as thick ropes of his cum fill your mouth, “Swallow” he says stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb. Swallow his load you stick your tongue out to show him, “Good baby” 

Moving your body onto the bed you pull Kishibe’s body on top slowly grinding your hips onto his exposed thigh. “Are you that desperate for my cock sweetheart?” He smirks, his eyes never once leaving yours, nodding your head to his question “Can you just fuck me already Kishibe, I waited long enough” pouting up to him hoping he would fuck you to sleep he makes little to no movements to fuck you. 

“Ask nicely then I will” he rubs your thigh with his hand, “Can you please fuck me Kishibe” You let out as soon as he stopped talking your face warm from your flustered state. He hums in response gripping his cock and slowly stroking it again before he alines it with your soaked cunt.  

Feeling his mushroom tip probe your entrance you let out little whimpers, “relax for me” Kishibe rubs his hand up and down your thigh to soothe your tension. Relaxing into his touch Kishibe moves your thigh to lay on his hip as he moves the other one to lay on his shoulder, he slides his throbbing cock into your cunt. Moans and whimpers slip past your lips as he bottoms out with a groan leaving his mouth. 

Giving you a couple of seconds to adjust to his size you nod your head to him giving him a silent ok to move. One of his hands moves to your hips as the other rests on your ankle by his head, Kishibe starts to pull out of you before thrusting back in. He settles for a fast pace, your fucked out face looking at his as you feel his tip poke that spongey spot that you can’t reach on your own. 

Kishibe is grunting above you as you clench down on his cock “Keeps squeezing me like that and I’m gonna cum before you” he grunts out moving the hand on your hip to your throbbing clit. Kishibe rubs fast tight circles on your clit with his thumb, “F-fuck Kishibe I’m gonna cum please don’t stop” your moans never die down as he rubs your sensitive bud a bit faster.  

Grabbing Kishibe’s face you pull him into a kiss, he freezes for a second then kisses you back as you moan into his mouth when come undone on his cock, a couple of thrusts later Kishibe too is cumming deep inside with a deep moan slipping from his lips. 

—-

A couple of minutes later Kishibe has you all cleaned up your body still hot and pussy still throbbing, “Go to sleep, Y/N. You need it.” he tells you leaving a chaste kiss on your lips, nodding your head you lean into his touch hoping it wasn’t just a dream. 

© Bella 2023

[gojos-espresso]

Prompt#1

“Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?”

“Yes.”

“What if I just break his nose a little?”

Prompt taken from this post

TW: Blood, Vomit

"Why do all the police department heads have to be such assholes all the time?" She whispered to Aki. "Dunno. they probably just hate that we do the job better than them." He replied as he lit up his cigarette. She huffed as the officer explwined the basic instructions on how to handle the devil.

15 minutes had passed and the officer since the long list started. "I hope you kids are able to handle the devil inside. Devil hunting isn't all that easy. Get that fantasy out of your head. Its a serious job."

She clicked her tongue and unwrapped a lollipop and mumbled to herself, "As if it's our first time interacting with one." they walk into the building. "What did you say?" The policeman asked, "It's not our first time interacting with a devil, sir, " you replied sarcastically. He was fuming by this time. "I don't think you guys are even cut for this job, especially you-you prick! You should just leave the devils to us!" He huffed and kept on walking.

You were fuming now, gritting your teeth you walked toward him but stopped because Aki grabbed your hand and nodded a no. You tried to protest but he gripped your arm harder. "We'll deal with him after the devil is dead, and no punching him in the face." You tried to protest but it was of no use.

20 minutes passed and the wolf devil lay in carcasses. You both were covered in blood, effectively ruining your uniforms. The police force arrived with the snarky officer in the lead. "Are you SURE I can't punch him in the face?" You whispered. "Yes" he replied nonchalantly. "What if break his nose just a little l?" You whispered again. He doesn't reply and starts approaching the police. You sigh and follow. "Good job you two!" The snarky officer beamed. "It was a hard task but you made it seem ea- ooof" Aki had kneed him in the nuts.

"The police force's hypocrisy never fails to amuse me. On one end we are worthless and when we do end up doing the job we are national treasures. Officers like you are the reason we exist." Aki said as he lit his nth cigarette. He then moved to the whimpering officer "Think again before you underestimate us next time. Your family won't recognize your face." And walked off. Perplexed you follow him out. You asked no questions as you drove back to the office. "A broken nose will show evidence that we assaulted him. So next time kick them in the nuts and no one would believe them."

Your eyes went wide and you beamed at him"Yes sir"

Masterlist

[rinrinx2]

Good morning! It is currently 3 am but I wanted to ask for request since I have requested in the past and you wrote everyting so damn well!!!!!!! I wanted to ask for reader currently dating aki with kishibe being their ex and misses them, lowkey stalks them???? Probably comes to their house one night when Aki is out working/drinking or something? Reader thinks kishibe is drunk and mad for wanting to come back to them but he has been more sober than ever and tells them that he has tried to replace them but couldn't and he imagines their face and moans each time he does it, like he knows they arent his but he is still posessive and wants to love and be loved in a sick twisted way? thanks in advance in case you write it. Good night

Hope you like it and sorry for it being so late ♡

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Mine Forever

Kishibe x reader

Warnings: smut, Stalker vibes, manipulative, gaslight

"What are you doing here” You yelled out to the drunk Kishibe that stood in your kitchen.

Kishibe remained still, not saying a word as he took in your image. The silk robe your wore that was sliding off your shoulders, that was barely covering anything as he could see the outline of the lingerie you wore.

‘Probably wearing that for him’ Kishibe thought as his eyes lingered on your figure. The though of him having you made him see red. How he probably touched and caressed your skin the way he did, but he knew it would never feel the same like when he did it.

“All dolled up for him?” Kishibe asked breaking the silence.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you replied trying your best to not show your fear for the older man.

“I never pegged you for the dumb type (Y/N), so don’t play dumb now. You know who” Kishibe said with a neutral face, and that ominous monotone.

“It’s Aki I’m talking about. We’re standing in his kitchen”. Kishibe said as he slowly started to approach. With every step he took towards you, you took one back praying that you would feel the hard wood of the kitchen door behind you.

“Why are you trying to run away. I’ve missed you so much (Y/N)”

“Why did you have to end things, I thought we were doing so well”

“Was it Aki that took you away from me. I think it was him, you know his busy with some demon rather than being here with you”

“What type of man does that, I never did when we were together”

You face was etched with fear, as you heard Kishibe speak. His voice remaining in that same monotone, no inflection, no break in his character as he spoke about your past relationship with him.

Your relationship with Kishibe was like one of those dark fairy tales, where in the beginning everything felt perfect only for time to reveal the true dark nature of it. The slow creep of his possessiveness over you, how he would forbid you from doing simple tasks all in the name of love, how every night he’d spread your legs as he’d rut into you over rand over making you proclaim who you belonged to.

And in the beginning all those cations seemed like an over protective boyfriend but soon your young naivety was gone and you were able to see the truth of your relationship with Kishibe.

“Aki is a busy man, I understand that” you said as you moved your hand about behind you praying to feel the knob of your kitchen door.

“You making excuses for him now” Kishibe said as he was only a few feet away from you now.

“You don’t understand (Y/N), the amount of pain I was in when you left me for him”

You eyes grew big as you watched as he now stood right infront of you, so close that you were able to smell the cigarettes on his clothes, and that malt liquor stench that was always on his coat.

But just as you were about to give up all hope on getting out of this situation you felt the cool metal knob behind you, quietly grasping it so that Kishibe didn’t become suspicious.

“I never left you for Aki, Kishibe” you said with more confidence now, as the feeling of the doorknob between your fingers brought more clarity to your mind that you would make it out of the kitchen in one piece.

“Yes, you did” Kishibe said as he brought his face closer to yours, so close that you could smell the mint on his breath.

‘Mint!’ your mind screamed, not alcohol. Your mind let of loud sirens, as your ex-lover was not intoxicated but of sound mind and yet he still acted so erratically.

“Kishibe, you need to leave” you said tightening your grasp on the knob, as you twisted it slightly preparing for your escape.

“Youre not going to push me away again (Y/N)”

“Kishibe leave mow” you said giving the knob a firm twist, but just as you felt the door slightly open, you felt it slam closed again. Looking behind you to reveal that Kishibe hand was now atop of yours as he had closed the door, preventing you from leaving.

“You think you can leave me again. Not this time. Not again” he said as your felt his lips hover over yours.

“You know (Y/N). it’s not I like I didn’t try” Kishibe explained as his eyes lingered on your lips before looking into your eyes.

“I really did try. I brought home woman after woman every night”.

“I’d take them home and put them into those positions that always had you screaming out my name” Kishibe said as you felt his free hand trail up your bare thigh. His fingertips ghosting along your skin, causing tingles of pleasure that you tried your best to not acknowledge but as much as you tried your body was still weak for him as a soft moan escaped your lips.

“But no matter how I fucked them, or how many times I fucked them all I could imagine was you. I used to close my eyes and imagine it was you I was fucking. That it was your pussy clamping down on me”

As much as you tried not to imagine what Kishibe was saying you couldn’t help it when your mind lingered there. Thinking about his thick hard cock, that would ravage you making your head spin with pleasure, you could feel your core heat up at the image of him fucking you, but still you tried your best to resist.

“I know your body better than you do” Kishibe said as his hand now shifted over your cunt, gently massaging it, his fingers massaging your slit through the flimsy material.

“Kishibe please” you begged out as you brought you hand down, wrapping it against his wrist to stop his actions.

“Please stop, I’m with Aki now you can’t do this”.

“If you loved Aki as much as you claim you wouldn’t be getting wet from my hands” Kishibe said as his head came down against your neck, placing soft kisses against it.

Before you could let another word out, you felt him move your panties to the side slightly. The cool evening air against your dripping arousal made your head feel faint with pleasure.

“Kishibe pleas-“ your words were cut off as you felt him slip his fingers into your cunt, his warm fingers, toughened from hard labour, prodding inside you against that spot that made your knees buckle.

As much as you didn’t agree with Kishibe, but you couldn’t deny that Aki didn’t have this affect on your body, he didn’t know your body as well as Kishibe did. He didn’t fuck you with the same passion and hunger that Kishibe did, and you’d be a fool to deny that you didn’t miss that.

“Your pussy remembers my fingers. I can tell my how tight you’re getting from having only two inside you” Kishibe said as his lips grazed your ear, feeling his hot breath against your ear as you shuddered underneath him.

“Please” you begged out, unsure if it was for him to stop or for him to finger fuck you more.

Kishibe fingers sped up, feeling as his fingers knocked against that deep spot inside you that hard you gasping for air. The ground beneath you feeling non-existent as all your mind focused on was Kishibe, his fingers inside you, his tongue against your neck and that cigarette scent that filled your nostrils full of him making you feel even more feral.

You felt you pussy spasm with pleasure, feeling your orgasm approach.

“Kishibe” you moaned out as you pushed yourself against him.

“You wanna cum for me” Kishibe teased, as he felt your walls begin to spasm.

“Yes” you begged out breathily.

“Yes Kishibe” you said feeling as the orgasmic feeling begin to wash over you, but just as the high was about to hit you felt him pull his fingers out of you. Leaving you the feeling of need and emptiness.

“Say you’re mine and I’ll fuck your brains out” Kishibe said playing with your puffy wet folds that made your mind go to mush.

“I’m yours Kishibe. Please” you begged out for me, to feel that euphoric feeling of cumming on his hard cock as it filled you with his semen. His hot semen that would gush out of your used whole.

“Good” Kishibe said letting go of his hand atop of yours on the doorknob, he had no fear that you’d run, you were drunk on him now to filled up with need to go anywhere but where he was.

Kishibe undid his pants, slightly pulling them down to reveal his massive cock that was leaking pre-cum. You watched as he aligned his cock with your pussy, feeling as his tip teased your entrance. Feeling the slick tip play with the entrance of your pussy as it clenched in anticipation.

You grabbed at Kishibe urging him to sink inside you, feeling his tip dip slightly inside you but just as he was about to slip in all the way you heard the front door open.

“(Y/N)-chan, I’m home” you heard Aki yell.

You felt Kishibe breathe against your ear, feeling the loss sensation of his cock prodding against you. You kept your eyes shut, waiting for what would happen next.

“(Y/N)-chan what are you doing?” You heard Aki as you opened your eyes to reveal that you stood all alone against the door.

Your head spinning with doubt if you had imagined al that had occurred, while Aki starred at you with a look of worry.

“I-“ you stuttered out, but before you could come up with an excuse Aki began to talk.

“Its okay, I brought dinner” Aki said as he placed a bag on the table.

Quietly you sat in you shared bed, looking over at Aki’s sleeping figure. As you mind went over what occurred early that evening. The doubt washing over your mind making you feel like a mad man, just as you were about to come to the conclusion that you had imagined it you saw your phone light up with a message.

‘You’re mine’ -K

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where did that fanfic go goddamn

okay istg i read a fanfic about kishibe and a vending machine devil on here lmao where did it goooo i cannot find it

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𝙄'𝙈 𝘽𝙀𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙍𝙄𝘿𝙄𝘾𝙐𝙇𝙊𝙐𝙎. 𝘐'𝘔 𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘏𝘖𝘗𝘌. 𝘏𝘖𝘗𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛? 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘝𝘐𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘈 𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘋 𝘞𝘖𝘔𝘈𝘕 𝘛𝘖 𝘽𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙆 𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙑𝙊𝙒𝙎?

Marriage had its highs and lows, and you told yourself you were content - But a trip back to Public Safety's Tokyo sector opens up new feelings and introduces a tempting dilemma: a charming Lieutenant Captain who'e determined to have you at all costs.

❝ Say it louder, say it louder. Who's gonna love you like me? Say it louder, say it louder, who's gonna touch you like me? Ooh, said you wanna be good but you couldn't keep your composure. Ooh, come over, ooh, Sayin' Who's gonna fuck you like me? I don't wanna hurt you, but you live for the pain. I'm not try'na say it but it's what you became. You want me to fix you, but it's never enough. That's why you always call me, 'cuz you're scared to be loved. But I'll always be there for you, I'll always be there for you, I'll always be there for you, girl, I have no shame. (Shame!) ❞ —The Weeknd, Shameless

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▷ arrival in tokyo. ▷ early breakfast

▷ dance with me. ▷ conflict of interest

▷ obsessed. ▷ ankle biter

▷ taste like nicotine ▷ an affair

▷ murderer ▷ right here

▷ troublemaker

▷ behave

▷ addictive

▷ bathroom

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Nov 28, 2024

cw/tags: hakakawa aki/reader , hayakawa aki x reader, himeno, denji, makima, power, kishibe, others idk, forbidden love, coworkers to lovers, but she's married, based loosely off of; ANNA KARENINA , but without the cautionary tales and just the sexiness, eventual smut, resolved sexual tension, sexual content, explicit sexual content, unsafe sex lol, implied/referenced cheating, excessive drinking, which leads to bad decisions, like aki might be an addict, he's also, addicted to youuu, feral!aki, obsessive behavior, he wants her so bad, she also wants him though so its ok, we all want him though, extramarital affairs, which i do not condone btw, except just this once, bc aki is not the one being cheated on, implied/referenced abuse, au - nothing bad happens and everyone is happy , coping, tags are hard, just read it it'll be sexy i promise, slow burn, oral sex, cigarette confessions, anna karenina ff.

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I’m so f*cking high right now, and this hit the spot so damn well 😚🤌 loved it.

Breaking the rules

Pairing: Kishibe x female/afab reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2626

Warnings/Tags: pwp, age difference, dirty talk, teasing, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, outdoor-sex, semi-public sex, Kishibe being a horny bastard.

Summary: After a surprisingly successful mission, you and your teammates decide to grab some drinks. Kishibe, your captain, agrees to come along and have some fun with the team.

Little you knew the night would bring you more than alcohol and laughter. A special reward for your victory was waiting for you in the shape of an old hunter with a liking for booze, killing demons... and you.

A/N: When it comes to this man, I just can't get my mind out of the gutter 🥵🥵🥵

Enjoy my beloved Kishibe simps :)

Cover by: @edpanart

Read it on AO3

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The night is young, alcohol is flowing, and conversations are getting livelier and livelier. The atmosphere is filled with camaraderie and the satisfaction of knowing that the entire team survived the last mission. Today there are enough reasons to celebrate.

Your job as a demon hunter has taught you -the hard way- that you only live once, and you have to live each day as if it were your last. Tonight, it means getting drunk and forgetting about the world for a while.

On the other side of the small wooden table -right in front of you- sits the legendary Captain Kishibe nursing his fifth glass of whiskey. You still find it hard to believe that he has accepted your invitation to come along, but you are glad he has. His presence makes you feel safe. After all, thanks to him, many of those present did not suffer a slow and painful death. But there is something beyond your admiration for him, something less noble and more primitive. 

Your eyes travel from Kishibe's long fingers to his strong biceps -visible under the white fabric of his shirt- then to his mouth. Letting your imagination run wild, you press your thighs together, trying in vain to relieve the tension that continues to increase with each fantasy. Your body temperature rises, and you open a couple of buttons on your shirt to cool down.

Kishibe has drunk a lot, but his perception has not been affected. For several minutes now, the hunter has noticed the weight of your gaze on him. More than being annoying, it arouses his curiosity. Once your attention makes it hard for him to concentrate on the conversation with other teammates, he turns to look at you. His deep grey eyes seem to search your soul until they reveal your darkest secret. Everything is so sudden that you don't have time to hide your longing gaze.

Oh, little bunny. If you come closer, I might eat you alive. Kishibe thinks, emptying his glass while he holds your gaze. He needs nothing more than to look into your eyes to know what you want from him. Hot blood rushes through his veins at the possibility of having found a new toy, and suddenly the night becomes a lot more interesting. Will you let me sink my fangs into your soft flesh?  The question floats in his mind, and he wishes you could read his thoughts and see all he can offer you if you accept his proposal.

If alcohol wasn't starting to cloud your common sense, you'd probably be ashamed of the improper way you look at your superior. But lucky for you, he doesn't seem to mind it at all. You might even say he enjoys it. Kishibe's eyes are glued to you. His fingers stroke the empty glass between them with the sole intention of torturing you. Finally, the tingling sensation between your legs and the effort you're making not to jump on him and rip his clothes off in front of the whole division force you to get up, excuse yourself and go out for some fresh air. Maybe the older hunter will get the hint and decide to follow you, or the breeze will turn off your arousal. Either way, you would be happy.

The chill air blows gently on your face, the sounds of the city surround you in their chaotic melody, and you close your eyes, letting them clear your mind. Five more minutes, and you can go back inside with your teammates without worrying about the effect Kishibe has on you. But when you thought you were back to normal, you perceive the restaurant door open behind you, then the distinctive click of a lighter. Your heart skips a beat, and you open your eyes wide to be met by the imposing presence of your captain.

"I know what you want, Y/N." Kishibe's deep voice prevents any other sound from reaching your ears, claiming your attention.

A few moments before, you would have pulled him to you to catch his lips in a fiery kiss, but the hustle and bustle in the street have mitigated the effect of those glasses of beer you drank as if it were water. Now shame returns to keep you from making a fool of yourself.

"I-I-I don't know..." you try to lie, but his intense gaze frustrates any attempt to pretend you don't know what he means. Instead, you decide to shut up and avoid his eyes, clenching your fists as if it might keep your cheeks from turning crimson.

"It's okay," Kishibe reassures, blowing some smoke as he approaches. "There's no need to deny it. I saw the way you were looking at me back there. I am not blind, you know?" he reveals matter-of-factly without a hint of anger or discomfort.

What now?  You ask yourself, afraid to answer your question. A side of you wants to apologize, blame it on the alcohol, and pray it won't get you in trouble. But the other one -the one who's currently winning- wants to move forward, to take the first step and beg your superior to rail you because your arousal would drive you mad otherwise. Because you need him buried deep inside you since the first time you crossed paths with him and his sinful magnetism.

"Do you want it now?" Kishibe offers, with a voice like dark chocolate, rough and tempting. The cigarette burning in his fingers falls to the floor and dies under the sole of his combat boots.

The hunter's movements are calm, and his face remains serene, but just like you, he can't wait to touch you, to have you wrapped around him and make you moan his name again and again. If it wasn't because you are in the middle of a celebration and his presence is required to boost the team's confidence, he'd take you home and spend the whole night making you come until you beg him to stop. But he knows that would be too much to ask. He'll have to settle for a few minutes, knowing it will be enough to become your new addiction.

"Yes," you reply immediately, forgetting the rules, the chain of command, and the shame you'll feel tomorrow when alcohol is no longer flowing through your veins. The hunter answers your impatience with a satisfied grin and a soft "Come with me."

An eternity passes as you follow your superior into a dark alley behind the bar. The pounding of your heart in your ears prevents you from hearing your footsteps, and your body trembles despite the fire burning inside you. Suddenly, as if you've fast-forwarded the scene with an invisible remote control, you find yourself with your back against the wall and Kishibe's hand pinning your wrists above your head. His scent of sandalwood, fine cigarettes, and whiskey is intoxicating, and you can't help but take a deep breath to let it invade you. The hunter gives you one last predatory glance before catching your mouth in a passionate kiss. The desperate whine coming out of you makes him chuckle. From that moment on and at the same time, everything happens fast and slowly.

With the swiftness that comes with years of physical training, the hunter lifts you effortlessly, placing your legs on either side of his waist. His mouth seeks yours again in a mind-numbing, breathtaking kiss. His tongue finds its way between your soft lips to intoxicate itself with your taste. His already stiff cock presses hard against your clothed core making you whimper and tighten your legs around him.

"Good girl," Kishibe praises, breaking the kiss to look into your eyes, chuckling when they roll back into your head as soon as he begins to move his hips, teasing you. Making you impossibly wet with every inch of his erection rubbing against your slit at a deliciously even pace.

"Kishibe-san~," you mewl with your fingers tangled in his hair and with his mouth leaving wet kisses on your neck. His strong hands squeeze your butt, and your walls throb, desperate to be filled to the brim by his rock-hard cock. Lust has set your body ablaze, and your only goal now is to surrender to Kishibe's desires, to let him use you in every way he wants.

"What is it, sweetheart?" The hunter whispers against your skin, pretending not to notice that you're entirely under his spell. "Do you want me to fuck you hard ?" He husks, pressing the tip of his erection to your nub.

"Yes... please, " you beg, bucking your hips and cursing the few millimeters of cloth that get in the way between your bodies. "I need you."

"Oh, Y/N. It will be a pleasure to ruin you." Kishibe grunts before nibbling on your collarbone, allowing himself to enjoy for a few more seconds those faint desperate noises that tear from you every one of his caresses. "Turn around and undo your pants, doll," he commands after a while, putting you down.

Despite your trembling legs, you do as he says as fast as you can. You unbutton your pants and let them drop to your ankles, shivering as your red-hot skin meets the cold night air. Behind you, the hunter frees his erection, giving it a few pumps as he takes in your figure and your ass raised towards him like an offering.

Kishibe approaches you slowly, his stiff member resting on your buttocks while a callused hand snakes inside your soaked panties, exploring, making you squirm with neediness. You're already a heavy-breathing mess when deft fingers find your nub and begin pressing slow circles over it. With his name on your lips, you throw your head back against his shoulder as you spread your legs to give him more room to play.

Lucky for you, the hunter doesn't need any more clues to know what you want. A single digit caresses your swollen lips before sliding inside your warm walls, and you press your eyes shut, biting back a moan. A second and third finger join not long after, bringing you closer to the stars. The hunter has you writhing desperately against his hand a few moments later.

"Does it feel good?" Kishibe breathes in your ear as if he doesn't know the answer already, as if the way you fuck his fingers isn't enough proof that you're enjoying every second of it. The hunter wishes he'd had more time to tease you. The way you beg for his cock is like music to his ears, and he could listen to it all night long, but your ass rubbing against his erection is making him lose his patience.

After fumbling in his pockets, the hunter finally founds a small plastic wrapper. With a hoarse "hold on, doll." and a featherlight kiss on your shoulder, Kishibe withdraws his fingers from you to open the packaging and unroll the condom over his dripping member before coating it with your glistening juices. His heart races as he pulls your panties down and guides his tip to your dripping slit.

"Are you ready for me, my little bunny?" Kishibe husks. The pleading "yes" coming out of you is all he needs to hear before entering you slowly with a drawn-out grunt that reverberates throughout your body. His hands slide down to your hips, gripping them tightly as he takes time to savor -with closed eyes- the way your wetness swallows him whole. Reminding himself that both of you must return before raising suspicion, the hunter begins to move in a slow, sensual rhythm.

Finally, what you had been fantasizing about for so long has come true. Kishibes's thick cock feels better than you ever imagine, and your mind stops functioning. Your vocabulary is soon reduced to two syllables and a common curse word. The hunter stretches your walls so deliciously that you can't help but moan his name out loud as you pull him closer against your back, bringing his mouth to your neck and lifting your buttocks to take him deeper.

"Fuck me harder," you plead when the fire burning inside you needs more fuel and when the sublime ache between your legs compels you to pursue its explosive end. Unknowingly, you have just awakened the beast inside the hunter. Following your command, the gentle pace of Kishibe's thrusts increases to become a relentless pounding. The chaotic sound of the city can barely muffle your melodious moans and the hunter's low grunts. Squelching noises mix with breathy curses as you bend over to allow him a better angle, finding support in the damp wall in front of you.

"Ohhh, Y/N... I might get used to fuck that sweet pussy of yours," Kishibe growls, watching himself disappear again and again inside your warmth. Amidst cries of pleasure, you agree to his disguised proposition, and the hunter feels himself throb. If he isn't careful, he might get too carried away and finish quicker than intended.

In the enticing torture of unmeasured lust, you reach for his hand and guide it to your pulsating clit. The hunter can't help but smile as you show him how badly you need him to finish the job. With his fingers eagerly rubbing your sensitive spot and his hips smacking against yours with every powerful thrust, you feel yourself ascending faster and faster to that paradise that only those who dare to give free rein to their desires can reach.

With his name on your lips and shudders of pleasure flowing through your body, you finally surrender to the sweet bliss of your orgasm. Amid ecstasy, you notice how Kishibe's breathing becomes shallower, and the pace of his pounding becomes more erratic. Soon after, he's joining you in heaven with short and breathy curses.

*****

Once you get your breaths back and have finished adjusting your clothes and hair, the two of you return to the restaurant. Your legs are still a little clumsy, and you blush when you remember what happened just a few minutes ago and a few meters away. The man next to you, on the other hand, looks as calm and neutral as ever, except when he turns to look at you and gives you a knowing wink.

Most of your teammates have already passed out on the table, and the rest -who are still a little conscious- are calling cabs for the whole team. The young man -who's been working with you for the past seven months- waves at you when you come closer. His gaze is blurry, and the stupid grin on his face is a sign that tomorrow he will wake up wishing he had died during the mission.

"Y/N! I-I... thought you had... gonehome," His words slur, and you barely understand what he's saying. "Are y-you... comingwithus?... We are s-sharing a cab." He concludes, trying to point with a akward finger at the people he means by "us."

"It's okay. Y/N was having a smoke with me," Kishibe replies before you even can come up with an answer. "And no, I already offered to take her home..." he adds before turning to you and lowering his tone. "That, in case you're ready for a second round."

The warmth of a deep blush crawls up your neck. The boldness of Kishibe's offer takes you aback. But you would never forgive yourself if you turned it down, not after having a small try at your captain's talents. After checking that no one else had listened to that last sentence, you stroke your partner's shoulder and wave your team goodbye.

"Let's go, " you reply, and Kishibe's shit-eating grin makes you doubt for a moment if you made the right decision.

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Ternion Part 1

Kishibe x Reader x Aki Hayakawa SMUT, Angst, Fluff, MDNI, 18+ only ao3

(this part is mostly Kishibe x Reader. Part Two will mix it up more)(( I did, they do. heres Part 2, and heres Part 3)) 9.2k words.

The Public Safety Office is notorious for breeding all kind of salacious office romances. You just happen to be carrying on two at the time. But what happens when the wild card Captain Kishibe finds out you have started seeing the tragically handsome Aki Hayakawa? Will you have to choose? Or maybe the three of you can find some kind of…arrangement?

Content NOTES: SEX/SMUT, kissing, spitting, riding, jealousy, fighting, cursing, teasing, Kishibe is kind of a dick in general but it’s because he’s got FEEEELINGS, lots of pining in general, y’all already know we’re gonna be smoking and drinking coffee, again this is the start of a two part-er so bear with me here. There’s a lot of fighting in this part, we have to build the tension, gang. Okay bye I hope you enjoy.

Okay what is it?” You had finally had enough, you pulled off Kishibe's lips, using your hands on his chest to push away.

You two had been making out hard for about ten or so minutes. This wouldn’t be a problem, except you were just kissing. He hadn’t made any effort to remove your shirt or grind you down on his lap which you were so prettily perched on. He hadn’t even snuck his hands under your shirt to undo your bra with one move of his thumb, one of his favorite moves!

The man underneath you cocked his head, playing stupid.

“What d’you mean?”he huffed out, eyes betraying nothing.

“I mean you’ve been over for a half hour and you’ve barely put your hands on me. I’m in your lap, doing some of my best work and you’re not even hard. What’s up?”

It’s like he was bored, not really bored, but he was— distracted. He clearly had something on his mind and it was interfering with your ability to get laid, and you would not, could not, stand for that.

The pair of you were folded up in the large recliner in your small apartment's living room. He had come over, like he did pretty much every Thursday night for the last four or so months, bringing a bottle of wine for you, and nearly 45 years of sexual experience to keep you blind with pleasure. It wasn’t terribly long but it was long enough for the two of you to develop an exciting and standing casual arrangement. No strings attached, just incredible sex and some camaraderie between colleagues. You liked things this way, and he did too, or he seemed like he did. Usually. Tonight he was just off, from the moment he showed up at your door you could tell something was bothering him, something was almost always bothering him so you figured it was he would forget about it once you got your lips and hands on him. Usually this would have been enough, but here you were: grinding away, kissing his neck in all of his favorite spots and he was giving you nothing.

Kishibe clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed. Kishibe pretended he hated when you got bratty, usually he’d show you just how much by railing you into the mattress or spanking you until you cried, but instead he just rolled his eyes and huffed. You didn’t care for his bratty side either, so you started to move off of his lap. Before you could stand, he gripped your hips, hard, holding you firmly where you were.

“Are you fucking him?” He growled out, large hands gripping the flesh of your hips.

“You’ll have to be more specific.” You shot right back, excited to finally get him talking to you, and touching you.

“The kid.” He specified, his shark eyes meeting yours in a new, predatory gaze.

You raised your eyebrows, you were starting to get annoyed now. If he was going to ruin your night’s plan of mindless sexual bliss he could at least make it concise.

“That’s an insane follow up. Kishibe, who the fuck are you talking about?”

“Hayakawa. Are you fucking him?”

Oh.

“So what if I am?” You crossed your arms.

“So you are.” Kishibe’s lips were so tight, you could practically hear his teeth grinding.

“Occasionally.” You shrugged.

“Does he know you’re sleeping with his superior?” He meant it in the technical, work hierarchy sense, but something in his tone begged you to infer something more malicious.

“You’re technically my superior, too, so I figured that wasn’t exactly something you wanted too many people to know.”

It wasn’t against the rules for you and Kishibe to be sleeping together, it wasn’t against the rules for you and Aki to be sleeping together either. Devil hunters hooked up all the time. Everyone either knew about it or was actively participating. But there were definitely more murmurings when there were such wide gaps in age and positioning, such was the case with you and Kishibe. He was twenty years older than you (give or take)and of course he had a…reputation. It went smoother in people’s minds for you to say you were sleeping with Aki: nearly the same age, the same job, compatible demeanors. People would be happy to know you and Aki found comfort in one another. Kishibe was a wild card, a mad dog, unpredictable, a recipe for disaster and heartbreak. You knew this, because you had told someone, you told Kobeni one night at the bar and her reactions played out exactly as expected. Saying Aki was totally fine, good even, you both deserved something nice. But you should be careful with Kishibe, that he would probably be too emotionally unavailable or just generally bad news, and at the very worst actually dangerous. You explaining to her that it was purely physical didn’t do much to soothe her anxiety, but rarely anything did.

Kishibe repeated himself underneath you, “Does he know? About us.”

“Not specifically. He knows I’m sleeping with someone else.” You confessed.

Kishibe started to sit up, and you let him, climbing off his lap and standing up next to the chair. He stood up and walked to the kitchenette to pour himself a drink. You stood and watched him.

“What’s the big deal, Kishi?” You couldn’t help the little laugh that escaped you. He was being so dramatic.

He stayed silent and gulped down a heavy pour of whiskey, and went to pour himself another.

“I honestly didn’t think you would care. Especially not this much.” You rolled your eyes, still watching him with your arms crossed.

“Then why didn’t you mention it until now?” He finally replied to you.

“I didn’t think it mattered. You knew I was seeing other people. I know you’re doing the same. Why does it being Aki matter so much?”

He tsked, “so familiar.”

You laughed again, “Kishibe, come on. Are you seriously upset about this?”

He swallowed his drink whole again and cleared the bottle into his glass. You sat down on the recliner in a huff.

“Jealousy isn't a good color on you.” You picked at the edges of your fingernails. Any arousal you had been feeling before was long gone, leaving you instead with irritation.

“I’m not jealous.” He groaned.

“Right. Of course not.” You shook your head.

“I just think it’s stupid.”

“You think It’s stupid or you think I’m stupid?” He caught your attention now. Standing up from the chair to face him again.

He turned to face you again, the studio suddenly felt cavernous with the space between you.

“I think you’re being stupid. I don’t think you are stupid. I just expected more from you.” He shrugged, leaning against the shitty laminate countertop.

He went too far with that one.

“You’re scolding me now? Like I’m a child? Where do you get off talking to me like you have any say in what I do?” You challenged him, imploring him to revise what he had said, for his own sake.

Kishibe stood firm, “I just didn’t think you were the type to go with a kid like that.”

“We aren’t going together. We’ve had sex a few times. It’s casual, like we’re casual. Sex doesn’t mean we’re going together. Don’t make it so obvious you were born in the 40s.” You shrugged, annoyed at this point, how dare he talk to you like he was in charge, like he had any claim to you.

Kishibe left the counter and walked towards you. Closing the distance rather quickly for a half drunk. He was so close now you could smell his cologne, you usually loved the smell of his cologne. It was comprised of dark, earthy scents: tobacco, vanilla, cognac. But now it was overwhelming, and you wanted to pull away, but you stood your ground.

“Isn’t he a little…green…for your tastes?” He cocked his head to the side, eyes scanning you closely.

He was sizing you up, seeing if you would jump to defend Aki, or if you’d fawn and flatter him instead. You chose neither. Despite having to look up at him due to his stature, you sacrificed no command over the exchange.

“I think I can make that call for myself.” You mirrored the angle of his head and leaned a bit close.

You saw the scarred half of his mouth twitch slightly and his eyes begin to dilate, fixing onto you,“Thought you needed someone who knew what they were doing? Someone who knows where everything is, knows how to make someone else cum. Does he?”

His voice was starting to align with the way he would talk to you when he was talking down to you in bed. When you’d let him boss you around and you’d do whatever he said. You couldn’t fight the fact that he was sexy like this, voice dripping, leaning over you, using his full height to his advantage. But he was also being a dick. You could deal with him being a dick most of the time, but this was different. Was he actually judging you? Or was he actually just jealous?

The truth was Hayakawa was great in bed, he was attentive, efficient, good kisser, better with his hands, in the few encounters you had, you slept soundly in his bed after one or two orgasms and often woke up to coffee ready.

But Kishibe was just…on another level, and the asshole knew it. He was right, his experience and his edge made him an exceptional lover. He could have you cumming three times over without even taking his cock out. His tongue was wicked, his fingers were thick and long, but it was something beyond all that, something intangible; like he could see right through you, some clairvoyance that showed him the perfect way to take you apart. But Kishibe almost never slept over, he would lay with you for an hour or so afterwards, smoking and chatting, but if it wasn’t leading to another round, he would redress and excuse himself. On the exceedingly rare occasions he did sleep over, it was you who made coffee or breakfast, only to have him kiss the top of your head and leave before partaking in any of it.

You didn’t want him to be your boyfriend. You didn’t want a boyfriend period. But sometimes you wanted a bit more intimacy than just sex, you wanted him to hold you, sleep next to you, to kiss you when he woke up the way Aki did. When you were with Aki it felt like you were indulging in a shadow of a relationship, when you were with Kishibe you felt exhilarated and alive, but not necessarily cared for. It was the reason you had them both.

But you weren’t about to let Kishibe know that. Leaning into him coyly and batting your long lashes up at him, fingers toying for his loosened tie. An interested smile sat on his lips, which he parted slightly as you inched closer.

“Mmmhm. And I can ride him without worrying about him going into cardiac arrest.” You pushed him away hard, passing him and retreating to the kitchenette.

“You’ve really got quite the mouth on you, kid.” Kishibe was stunned. Furious and stunned.

“And it’s such a shame you won’t be getting to enjoy it tonight.” You said into the refrigerator, looking for the bottle of wine he had brought over earlier, “if that’s all, you can go.”

Kishibe realized he was losing the battle. He was annoyed about Hayakawa, he wanted to address it, but he didn’t expect the conversation to go so poorly. He really fucked this up, he hadn’t intended to go so off the rails.

He found out this morning; he had seen you and Hayakawa talking, it was so subtle that anyone else wouldn’t have noticed, but Kishibe knew you. The way you had smiled at the dark man, the way Aki had moved some of your hair over your shoulder and given you a light squeeze, the way the kid’s eyes watched your mouth so closely. He knew instantly you had fucked. Or, worse, have been fucking. He felt that ugly green monster start devouring his stomach at the thought of Hayakawa knowing how you felt inside, how you sounded when you were full, the way you kissed, the way you tasted. Kishibe hadn’t ever been a jealous man, a persistent one, sure, but never envious. And never for someone so…young. It preyed upon a deep seeded insecurity in him. He knew that if it were hunting, he could kill every devil in sight and Hayakawa before the kid could even blink. But sex was one of his skill sets that he kept, for lack of a better term, close to the belt. He knew he had a reputation for being good, and experienced, but age and time came for everyone eventually. Were you seeing this kid because he wasn’t satisfying you the same way? Did you need more from him and he couldn’t give it? What the fuck was Hayakawa giving you that he couldn’t?

Fuck.

It had buzzed around in his mind all day, he knew he was seeing you tonight and he had tried to knock the thoughts free before he came over, to no avail. Now he had let his temper get the better of him and you were shutting him out.

You found the bottle and were peeling the foil when Kishibe approached behind you. You were familiar with his move set by now that you practically felt his fingers ghost over your neck and move your hair to the side before they did. You were annoyed, but you let him press his lips to your exposed neck, his other hand moving over your waist and hip.

“I’m sorry. I was out of line.” He mumbled.

“You’re an asshole.” You corrected him.

“I’m an asshole.” He nodded, his stubble scratching the tender skin of your neck.

“And I’m too good for you.” You added.

“Far too good for me.” He had both of his hands on your hips now, he was winning you back over.

A small moan slipped from your lips when he kissed just behind your ear. You set the corkscrew and bottle down on the counter, opting to grip the edge instead. Kishibe’s hands gripped your hips and pulled you closer against him, kisses moving down the side of your neck and across your shoulder. You shivered, his lips were kiss bitten and swollen, reminding you of why he had come over in the first place. You could feel yourself falling under his spell already, this was so like him. He could fuck his way out of anything if you let him. You didn’t want to let him off the hook, you wanted to make him apologize, to make him explain himself, but you could already feel the ache building inside of you. Kishibe slid his hand underneath the hem of your shirt, his calloused fingers pressing against the soft skin of your lower stomach.

“Come on, baby. Forgive me already.” He mumbled into your hair, “said I was sorry.”

The back of your head hit his collarbone, “you don’t get to come here and cause problems and then fuck me until I forget.”

He shook his head, he was barely listening at this point, too focused on moving his hand up your abdomen toward your left breast.

“Kishibe…” your voice fluttered, you were trying so hard to remind yourself to stay strong, “I’m serious…”

He nodded his head, now fully not listening, his hand had reached your breast and was working its way under your bra, twirling his index finger around your nipple.

You were done for, you shuddered back against him, a wanton moan leaving you as his hot tongue swiped up your pulse point. Kishibe couldn’t hold back the pride he felt, just barely touching you and already you were trembling. He grabbed a fist full of your breast with his right hand, moving his lips up your neck, across your jaw. You rushed to turn your face to meet his mouth, immediately your tongues tangled, settling into their rhythm from before. His hips trapped yours against the counter, he tasted like whiskey, he smelled like leather, his mouth was so warm and inviting. The length that rested against your lower back was growing, Kishibe’s arousal had been resurrected. His kisses were hot and hungry, his tongue exploratory and eager, his hands wandering and groping freely.

“Say you’re sorry,” you groan against his lips.

“I’m sorry.” Kishibe does so instantly, gripping your other breast harder than the first.

“Say it again.” You turned your body further, trying to face him.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered again, his hand now removing your bra although you didn’t even feel him unclip the clasp.

Your own hands went to work unbuttoning his shirt, and pulling it from his work pants. When they found his belt you finally hear Kishibe moan. A fluid, throaty sound that sent heat to the tips of your ears. He removes your own shirt, grasping at your chest with both hands freely. The only sounds in the room are the hot breaths stolen in between fevered kisses, the jingling sound of you removing his belt, and the shuffling of fabric between your grinding bodies.

“Come here.” Once he had been freed from his shirt, his belt, and you had started your work on his zipper, Kishibe hooked his hands around the back of your legs. He picked you up easily, one arm under your butt and the other supporting your back, a hand wrapped around the back of your neck.

He walked the two of you back to your bedroom, not needing your direction, laying you out on the bed. You rushed to rid yourself of your remaining clothing, leaning on your elbows to watch him do the same. Kishibe was an imposing form, tall, and built. Intricate patterns of scar and muscle made up a tapestry of his personal history. There were fresh and early stage healing bruises along his side and hip.

He removed his pants, and your mouth started to water at the reveal of his hips and thighs. It was such an intimate part of the body, especially on a man. More private even than the genitals themselves, maybe. Serving no overt sexual function but still remaining spots seen rarely and only by those privileged with a whole form. Seeing a lover, or anyone undressing is an act of trust that you relished in. You watched closely as the muscles strained and flex, rippling over one another, skin stretching and folding with every move. You were familiar with how he moved, the choreography of his body when he fought, practiced technique with the perfect amount of finesse, here in the privacy of your room he moved with the same type of refined confidence.

Now cleared of all barriers between yourselves, he approached you, spreading your knees apart with his hands. The cool air hitting your dampened center sent a shiver through your body. Kishibe watched you twitch, hole clenching around nothing already as your lips parted. You were already so wet for him, so ready, so desperate. He truly had you right where he wanted you. A wicked smile curled across his face as he knelt before you on the bed. One of his hands began to palm his cock; hard and heavy between his legs, standing at attention, a bead of precum building at the tip.

“Look at you,” he marveled at you exposed to him on your back; nipples peeked, skin flushing, pussy dripping onto your bedsheets. You looked completely fucked out already, “you need my fingers, baby? You want my cock? Ask me, baby. Tell me what you need.”

You whimpered watching his body react to his own touch, abs clenching, cock jumping, breath increasing, “Kishibe fuck me please…I need you inside.”

He clicked his tongue again, his unoccupied hand moved your leg onto his chest, bringing your ankle by his neck, and your thigh pressed up against his hip. He wanted your skin on his as much as possible, despite his desire to extend your restlessness, he ran the head of his cock up and down your slit. He bit back the shaky moan that threatened to leave him as your wetness started to suck him in. You couldn’t keep yourself from rocking your hips in time with his movements, carving the feeling of him sinking inside of you.

“Kiiiiiishi.” You pleaded again, you should have cringed at the pathetic sound of your own voice, but you couldn’t care.

Kishibe put one hand next to the side of your head, leaning down to you, your leg bending with him to open yourself more for him, “you want this dick? You want my dick? You want me to fuck you?”

This should have raised alarm bells for you, a clue that maybe your earlier argument wasn’t yet settled for him. But in this moment, with him so close, just barely not penetrating you yet, his lips nearly on yours, the thought never entered your mind. Instead you nodded messily, affirming his possessive dirty talk.

“Yes, Kishibe, I want you so bad. I need your cock. Please. Please.” Your begging was getting more weak, Kishibe was dripping already, coming far too close for not even having entered you yet.

When his tip breached past your hole, you and Kishibe moaned together, your sounds of pleasure merging in the air into a singular divine sound. He had one hand gripping your thigh tightly, pushing it as far back as your hamstring would allow. You dug your nails into Kishibe’s forearm by your head, bracing for the feeling of his cock remolding your walls to match its shape. But it didn’t come. Opening your tightly shut eyes you found Kishibe staring down at you, scanning your face closely.

“Wha—“ you started to protest.

“How does he fuck you?” The older man spoke in a low, measured voice.

“Are you fucking—-“

He cut you off again by pushing more of his length inside of you, “this deep? Deeper?”

Kishibe pushed deeper into you slowly, watching you for an indication of answer.

Your back arched up as he pressed deeper and deeper inside of you, his seemingly endless entrance leaving you barely any thinking power to process his question. Kishibe pulled his hips back, pushing your thigh into a deeper stretch. Only a few inches of his cock remained buried inside of you. You wanted the full length so badly you felt hot tears start to sting in your eyes.

“More like here right?” Kishibe mocked you, barely pushing in and out of you in shallow, sloppy thrusts.

It was cruel of him to be making fun of Hayakawa like this. Something so personal. Nor was it fair to you. But you wanted him so badly you couldn’t think straight. You couldn’t think about Aki right now. You could think only of him.

Kishibe pushed deeper into you, the arch in your back, and your heaving breasts beckoning him closer, “tell me whose pussy this is.”

You mewled in response, only for him to respond to your insolence by slapping the outside of your thigh. The tip of his cock pressed so hard against the wall of your cervix, you wanted to squirm away from the sensation, but Kishibe held you still.

“Now. Who owns this pussy?”

“You! You Kishibe, fuck— you.” You could barely get out the words as he hammered into you relentlessly.

Kishibe’s big hands moved over your face, moving sweat of your hair out of your eyes, his taunting voice cooing at you.

“That’s right, girl. You need this big cock, you need someone who can treat this pussy right. Who knows what she needs.” He rocked into you again and again, alternating between filling you completely and leaving you empty.

Your hands battered his shoulders limply, non verbally begging him for more. Kishibe had turned your brain to mush, you couldn’t think in sentences, only feelings of pleasure jolting through you.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He cooed down to you in mock kindness, “nothing to say now that you’re too of cock full to think?”

You shook your head dumbly, or attempted too while one of his hands was still holding your jaw in place. He squeezed the sides of your face lightly, making your mouth open. Knowing exactly what was coming you stuck out your tongue eagerly. Kishibe gathered spit in his mouth, letting it run from his lips to between yours. His saliva was warm, it tasted only like him, a taste combination entirely his own. Purely Kishibe. You swallowed it down after letting it linger on your tongue for a moment or two. His hips stalled briefly as he felt your walls clench around him. His head hung above yours, his hair brushing against your own head as he leaned down to kiss you again. He pressed deeper into you, although not thrusting, as his tongue slithered against yours. Your hands found the back of his hair, tugging lightly at the cropped undercut, pulling him closer. He pulled your leg up over his hip, and around his lower back, keeping his hand gripped around the flesh of your thigh. In one perfect move he rolled onto his back, bringing you with him, propping you up on his lap before you had time to gasp.

“Cardiac arrest huh?” Kishibe swatted your ass, urging you to move your hips, “you think you’re funny now?”

Getting your bearings back you steadied your hands on his chest, starting to move your hips up and down his length. He tipped his head back underneath you, reveling in the show you put on for him. He loved watching the muscles in your thighs flex as you rose yourself up and back down on him. How the meat of your stomach would move with every lurch, your breast following suit. You were so beautiful. So uninhibited, so unashamed. How ever had he gotten so lucky? To find himself below you in such bliss. Kishibe tucked one hand behind his head to watch you and kept the other on your hip, offering support more than actual guidance in your movement. His cock had an upward curve in it, meaning when you rode him its head nestled perfectly against your g spot. Your body moved on its own, bouncing in a perfect rhythm, fucking yourself on his length, it felt so good, but you needed more.

“Kishi, please.” you grabbed at his hand, trying to pull his fingers off your hip, “Please, baby, ah, touch me.”

He let out a low whistle, “I think I should keep you like this. So desperate for me. Just me. I like you like this, girl.”

You whined, tears returning to your eyes, “Don’t do this kishi…ah..wanna cum. Please.”

“Show me how Hayakawa likes it. How do you fuck yourself for him?” He clicked his tongue, gripping your hip harder, indicating he wouldn't be touching your aching clit anytime soon.

You stilled your movements, now more annoyed than desperate, “You’re still thinking about him, right now? You’re literally inside of me and you’re thinking about Hayakawa?”

Kishibe chuckled lowly, pulling your hips up and down again, slowly, testing his luck, “I was just curious about what he gets to see that I haven’t.”

“You’re not funny, Kishibe, I was so close.” You smack his hands away from your hip and pulled off of him, feeling the ache in your legs now that you didn't have the momentum to keep you going.

Kishibe groaned as you removed him from inside of you, his now soaked erection flopping onto his abdomen. He reached out for you but you smacked at his arm, “Baby come on…I was teasing.”

“I told you, it's not funny, it’s mean. You’re being mean. What’s your fucking problem? Why do you have to be such a dickhead all the time?” You stood up from the bed, retreating to the bathroom to clean up the lingering mess between your legs.

Kishibe didn't know why he had said it, any of it, or why he had continued to push. He just couldn't get the image of you and Hayakawa together out of his head, seeing you above him he couldn’t stop picturing the younger man touching you in his place. He moved his hands over his face, hearing the faucet in your bathroom start running. He was pushing you away, he couldn't stop himself from wanting to avoid your rejection. It was one thing to share you with whatever nameless, anonymous sexual partners you could find in your own time, but it being someone he knew was eating away at him. He felt like a fucking teenager. Immature, ego fueled self sabotage taking over when all he truly wanted was to have you to himself. But he couldn’t ask that of you.

Kishibe slung his legs over the bed and stood, knees clicking, to join you in the bathroom not bothering to clothe himself. Entering the bathroom with a light knock he caught your eyes in the mirror, you were pissed. He figured it was best to let you speak first, he was clearly only driving his foot deeper into his mouth.

You were pissed. You were angry and unsatisfied and embarrassed. You really thought this was working, you liked Kishibe; you liked how hard he was to crack, you felt honored he had let you so close to him, he was good in bed, interesting, handsome, funny—in his own way, and you learned you really did like spending time with him. It had started so easily, and continued naturally, very little discussion necessary; you kept things neat and discreet without reveling too much in the excitement of a secret romance. You had looked forward to seeing him, often scheduling other plans around him to make sure you could see him each week or at least every other week. You felt like an idiot. You knew he was unpredictable, but this sort of reaction to simply overhearing the idea of you sleeping with another coworker was unacceptable. You splashed some cool water on your face; ridding your skin of its pleasure induced flush, and the taste of him from your mouth. When he entered the bathroom behind you, he looked as stoic as ever, but his eyes were wide and careful; like he was watching a dangerous animal move before him. You sighed, placing your hands on the basin of the sink, the stone giving you the resolve to speak your mind.

“What do you want from me, Kishibe?” You sighed out, exhausted at having to continue fighting with him.

He stayed quiet until he realized you were truly going to wait for him, “I don—“

“Do you want me to stop seeing him?” You speculated this was exactly what he wanted.

He looked back at you through the mirror, desperate to try and read what you wanted as though it would appear on your face.

“Do you want me to stop seeing everyone that isn’t you?” You gripped the sink tighter, as though if you cracked the porcelain you could stave off the hot tears building in your eyes, “we agreed this wasn’t serious. That it was casual. That we were welcome to see other people. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“It’s what you said you wanted.” Kishibe answered you finally.

Watching his shoulders raise and droop in the mirror you had to turn yourself around. Needing to look him in the eye.

“And you agreed. You don’t get to act like this is something I’ve done to you. If you wanted something else you should have said so.” You were taken aback by his assertion.

“I didn’t know what I wanted. I knew I wanted to fuck, and that I wanted to fuck you. I didn’t know how long it would last, I didn’t want to push my luck.”

“So what do you want now? Because I don’t want to guess anymore. I’m so fucking tired of trying to read your mind.” You leaned back against the bathroom counter, the cold stone chilling your body quickly.

“I don’t know.” Kishibe started to stammer again but you stopped him.

“Then I think you should go. Until you know what you want, I can’t keep talking about this tonight.” You were steadfast in your verdict, and there would be no changing your mind.

Kishibe wanted to argue back, to tell you that he wanted you to himself, all to himself, that he hated seeing you and Hayakawa this morning, that he hated how he acted tonight even more. But he couldn’t. So instead he turned back to your bedroom and began to redress himself.

You followed him, wearing your black bathrobe, the intimacy of being naked with one another was gone, there was no room with all the tension and anger inside of the room. A few stray tears slipped from your eyes as you tried not to watch him get changed. No words passed between you, once again the only sound in the room was the sounds of rustling clothes and the jingling of his belt. But now the sound felt so foreign and so strained.

He buttoned his shirt and threw his tie into his pocket rather than tying it. And when he was fully dressed he looked back to you, his heart lurching at your tear stained face. Your eyes were red, the sides of your nose and the apples of your cheeks flushed too. He had done this, he felt sick. He approached you carefully and took your face in his hands, to his surprise you let him. He moved his thumbs over your wet cheeks, you looked so sad, big eyes wet and full looking at him. He wasn’t sure what to say, what he should say, if you wanted him to say anything. So he kissed the top of your head softly.

You allowed this, it was ritual for him to leave your apartment with a kiss on the head. Although it was usually in better spirits. You looked up at him as he pulled away, catching his dark, sad eyes.

“I’ll see you later?” He was asking, not telling.

“I need to know what you want. And I can’t guess. You have to tell me when you figure it out.” You finalized your instructions, the skin of your forehead tingling at the lingering feeling of his lips.

He nodded before leaving your bedroom, pulling on his coat, and leaving out your front door. Once you heard it shut behind him you collapsed into your bed, exhausted and devastated. The sheets still smelled like him, you couldn’t restrain yourself from burying your face in them, sniffing up every lingering note. The night's events replayed in your mind over and over again, the kissing, the first fight, the sex, the fights reprise, the look on his face when you told him to leave. It was miserable. You were miserable. So miserable you couldn’t even bear the thought of completing solo, night and orgasm both ruined all because of some thirty year old ego trip. It wasn’t fair, why couldn’t you have your cake and eat it too? Surely he was sleeping with other people in the department. He was definitely picking up women on the nights he was out of town, or in town but not with you. Right? Surely he wasn’t just sleeping with you. Although , he hadn’t ever mentioned seeing anyone else. When you and Aki had started sleeping together, you had told Kishibe that you were seeing someone else purely from an informative, healthy sexuality practice place, not as a brag or as a confession. And he had yet to do the same. You had just assumed he was private about this sort of thing. He had asked that you remain discreet. Or wait…it was you who had mentioned keeping things quiet between the two of you. But he had agreed.

You sighed into the sheet fabric. Work was going to be awful tomorrow. In any other job you would have called in and avoided the situation completely. Devil hunting didn’t offer the luxury. Usually your work day after a sexual encounter would be one of your easier days x the post course bliss leaving you relaxed and affable, flirtatious glances fueling your hours until it was time to go back home for the weekend. You had planned to call and talk to Aki tomorrow, inviting him over this weekend, but it felt strange to do so now. Everything felt strange now.

You rolled onto your back looking up at the ceiling, praying sleep would win over your troubled mind soon.

At some point it had. Because when your alarm clock sounded, you woke up alone.

You sat inside your shared office for three; Kobeni’s desk, your own, and one desk currently unoccupied, although it had been home to two or three devil hunters you had met over the last year. All of whom were now in the ground. All you wanted was to get through the day, keep your head down, and hopefully not be assigned to leave the building with either of your current fixations. There was some truth to the old adage of not “shitting where you eat”, you were finding.

Kobeni worked quietly at her desk across from you, her big brown eyes frantically searching over her latest report, checking carefully for any mistakes. Soon she would ask you to read over it, to then revise it and have you read it again. Usually you wouldn’t mind double checking her work, but today you could already feel your shoulders tensing up in annoyance. You had your own report to work on, you had your own stressors today, you didn’t have the mental capacity to share hers.

You focused on your own report in front of you, circling miss types and rebooting down data that had previously been correct, but was now outdated. A brown paper to go coffee cup clunked down onto your desk. You followed the gifting hand up the black suit jacket sleeve and found Aki Hayakawa standing above you. His navy eyes were warm and still as they looked down at you. His face was as neutral as it always was, but you had learned to recognize the light shimmer of excitement in his eyes when he looked at you. Usually it made your knees weak, but now it just made your heart ache. He was so handsome, his skin was smooth and dewy, his features were angular and well proportioned. He had his hair pulled back, as always, his bangs hanging freely in his face. You already knew how it felt to run your fingers through his dark tresses, how his lips felt against yours, plump and full, his taste, his smell, the sound of him in ecstasy.

But this, this exchange of coffee in your workplace after the events of last night, you felt embarrassed. No, not embarrassed, guilty. His intense, focused gaze that you had started to covet now had you feeling hot and anxious.

“If it’s…not right, I can drink it instead.” He broke up your spiral, you saw the shift in his eyes, he looked nervous himself.

“No, t-thank you.” You took a sip of the steaming drink.

It was perfect, bitter and dark with just a touch of vanilla. He had paid attention to you making it in the morning, he had paid attention to everything. You saw him smile briefly. He looked through the side of his eye at Kobeni, then back at you, turning his body away from her, leaning in conspiratorially.

Aki cleared his throat before speaking in a low, barely audible voice, “could I-uh…”

His eyes flashed backward briefly, again lowering his voice further, “could I maybe, see you tonight?”

You looked up at him, your eyes wide and sympathetic.

“Uh…”

“I’m going to…uh….i have to…um…go?” Kobeni stood up suddenly, paper crinkling in her hand and left the room, a tornado in her wake.

You stood up to meet Hayakawa, meeting the line of his broad shoulders. You had to turn your face upward to look him in the eye. He was so tall, so handsome, so kind, and looking at you so gently.

“I would really like to see you tonight.” His voice was smooth and low, he reached for your hand, brushing the back of your palm with his thumb.

Your breath was becoming thicker, his hand in yours felt so right, his long, slender fingers interlocked with yours. His shirt was clean and crisp, you could smell his detergent, and his cologne, he always smelled good. He was too good.

“Aki….”, you tried your hardest to resist swooning against him, “I don’t know…do you think we’re moving a little fast?”

“Too fast?” He brought your hand up to his lips, kissing the back of your hand softly, “it was just a cup of coffee, I can throw it out if you’d like?”

You laughed a bit, rolling your eyes playfully, “it’s not the coffee, Aki. Thank you, it’s perfect. You’re sweet. But don’t you worry about getting too involved with me.”

He raised his thin eyebrows, “why should I be worried about that?”

Your breath shuddered as he kissed your hand again. His dark blue eyes were nearly all iris as he watched you. He wanted to be kissing you instead, but he could settle for the feeling of your skin. Hayakawa’s mind was rerunning your last encounter for him. Just last night he had recollected the feeling of your body on his from the previous week; how he had kissed your neck, his face against your breasts, reveling in the memory of your mouth on his cock as he had stroked himself. His fingers traveled up your wrist, moving in a circle around the bones and joints, starting to migrate upwards.

“Aki…”you moaned lightly, “we can’t do this here.”

“Then let me come over tonight.” He moved your hand back down to your desk, you’re finally able to breathe out and catch your breath, “please.”

He was already winning you over. After last night’s nightmare you were so flattered to have him fawn over you like this, for him to be so upfront with his desire for you. Your fingers curled around the still-warm coffee cup, the gesture melting the lingering ice of your heart. You nodded slowly.

“Come over tonight.” You leaned in closer to him, your chests nearly touching.

Aki smiled above you and nodded obediently.

“I need to pull away now, or else I’m going to kiss you.” He said, not yet pulling away.

“Sounds like you should.” You flirted staying just. A few centimeters from his lips on yours, “it would be terrible to be caught like this.”

Aki’s eyes scanned you over and over, moving frantically between your eyes and your mouth. Just as he started to lean in a hair or two there came a knock on the frame of the office door. You quickly pulled away and sat back down at your desk. He straightened his already straight tie and turned back around to face the door.

“Captain!” Aki stood at his full height, back straight as an arrow, “Good morning, sir.”

Your eyes blew open, looking up at Kishibe standing in your office doorway.

When did your office become so popular?

The muscle in Kishibe's jaw emerged tightly, and although you couldn't from across the room, you would have sworn you could hear his molars crushing against one another. The vein in his forehead threatening to burst all over the pair of you.

“Hayakawa.” Kishibe greeted sternly, “Good morning.”

“Good morning Captain.” You followed up, raising to your feet respectfully.

Your palms were wet with sweat, your pulse was beating out of your neck, your knees were trembling.

This was bad. What had he seen? We haven't even kissed yet, he couldn’t have seen anything. What did he think he had seen?

“Good morning.” Kishibe addressed you then looked back to Aki, “Hayakawa, don’t you have your own office?”

Hayakawa was unaware of the reason for Kishibe’s nastiness toward him, but he also didn't know any better than to just assume it was the mentor’s usual bad mood, “Yes sir. I was just stopping by to say good morning to Higayashiyama and---”

“Where has Kobeni gone?” Kishibe interrupted.

“She’s turning in her weekly numbers.” You answered, “You just missed her.”

Kishibe thought about what to do next, squinting at the boy, sizing him up. He supposed he could see what you were attracted to, Hayakawa was a handsome guy. Tall, not as tall as himself, lanky but still carried a reformed build, big hands, big eyes, dumb little ponytail, but he guessed the long hair was probably a draw for you. At one time Aki had reminded Kishibe of himself; determined, deadly, confident. At the current moment all Kishibe wanted to do was take the younger man's long, thin neck in his hands, choke him until he passed out and take you right here in front of him. But he got another idea instead.

KIshibe entered the room a few more steps, leaving the doorway open.

“Hayakawa, mind leaving us to talk?” He tipped his head down toward you as he spoke, not really looking at the man he was instructing.

Aki hesitated slightly before looking at the pair of you and nodding, “Yes sir.”

You caught his eyes as he bowed and left, he looked a bit confused, but not nearly as much as he should have been. You liked Aki, he was an observant guy, but was failing to pick up on the subtext of the moment, the dramatic irony of it all was killing you.

“Shut the door behind you.” Kishibe added, still looking down at you.

The door clicked and Kishibe relaxed slightly, turning his gaze to your cluttered, busy desk. He plucked the coffee cup from the mess, the impression of your lipstick still clung to the lid.

“He bring you this?” he asked, turning it side to side in his hand, examining.

“Yes.”

Kishibe brought it to his mouth and took a long sip, humming as he set it back down, “Kid pays attention.”

You crossed your arms, “This attitude isn't helping you out of the dog house.”

“You kicked me out last night and then I found you in here sucking face less than ten hours later, and I'm not allowed to have a reaction to that?” He tutted.

“We were not sucking face,” you hated how whiney your voice was coming out, you felt so adolescent angry with this whole situation, you could barely take yourself seriously, “He brought me coffee and asked to see me tonight. Which is more than you ever do.”

Kishibe put his finger in your face, “That. That right there is what I don’t fucking like.”

“What?”

“I’m not competing with this kid for you. So don’t throw around gestures like points, I don’t want to be playing some stupid game for who you like best or who is falling out of your favor. I fucking knew it, you’re too analytical not to be keeping score.” he moved to the office door and locked it, looking briefly out the small window to see no one in the hall.

“I-I dont do that…”

You did do that. You could already hear your voice from last night quantifying their treatments of you and weighing them against one another. He was right, it wasn’t fair for you to make them unknowing adversaries.

“Yes you do. And when I tried to play into your little competition, you got all upset and kicked me out. So maybe I'm not the only one who needs to figure out what they want from this.” He sighed out taking a seat in the unoccupied desk’s chair across from you. “Are you seeing him tonight?”

You sat in your chair, collapsed more like, your head falling back against the headrest, “Yes. No. Maybe…I don’t know, Kishi.”

You took your hands and rubbed your temples, when had this all become so messy. Your eyes were closed but you heard Kishibe roll his chair over to you. His larger hands took over rubbing the sides of your head. The pressure of his fingers was perfect, you could smell the smoke from his cigarettes clinging to his clothes, you let out a sigh.

“I came in here to apologize for last night. I know I acted like an asshole. And I just acted like an asshole again. I don’t like seeing you with him, it makes me…jealous. He’s a good kid, probably better for you than I am.”

You opened your eyes to find him not looking right at you, but looking over the top of your head. He was confessing his feelings to the back wall of your office, instead of to you. You watched his mouth carefully as he spoke, his famous scar bending and tugging as the words left him.

“I don’t want to compete with him, because I don’t think I'll win.”

Your heart pulled hard, bringing your throat down with it. You reached for his face, your fingertips brushing his jaw and bringing his eyes back down to you.

“Kishi…” you were so moved by his vulnerability. You knew it didn't come naturally to him, he was a sensitive man but not one to show it freely.

He leaned into your touch slightly, removing his own hands from your head and placing them on the tops of your thighs. You stroked his thumb across his cheek, feeling the subtle texture of his skin under the pad. He took in a breath, trying to steady himself for his next admission. His usually rough and even voice was softer.

“I can’t stand in the way of what you want. It wouldn't be right. But you asked me what I wanted, and I want you. And if you want him too, I can accept that. I like what we have, I don’t want to ruin it by making you choose.”

You were shocked. You were delighted. You felt guilty. You felt elated. You were confused. All the feelings washed over you at once, he was offering you everything you had wanted. You could keep seeing him and keep seeing Aki, but you felt your heart tugging at his dark circled eyes. He hadn't slept last night, clearly agonizing over your fight, thinking about what he wanted and what you wanted. He was leaning over to meet your eye line, his hands still on your legs, waiting patiently for your response. You opened your mouth to answer him when there was a knock at the door. Kishibe retreated from you, pushing his chair back to the desk and standing up. You stood as well, walking to unlock the door. Kobeni stood outside, white knuckling her new freshly printed report.

“Sorry! I just need my…”She trailed off seeing Kishibe in the room, adjusting his coat, “Oh! Captain, hello.”

Her mind raced behind her frantic eyes as she realized she had just interrupted you and your kind of boyfriend, her own superior, alone in a locked office. Her skin went cold, heart pounding out of her chest.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn't.. I just want..I’ll go..” before you could stop her she had turned on her heels and raced down the hallway again.

You sighed against the doorframe, “I feel bad, this is her office too and I’m kind of treating it like a speed dating booth today.”

Kishibe chuckled behind you.

You turned to face him and took a few steps forward, “You’re sure?”

He nodded, “About you, I’m sure.”

You smiled, relief flooding your body, balming over the lingering frustration of last night. You stole a glance at the open door, seeing no one, you crossed toward him and wrapped your arms around his middle. He returned your hug, smoothing your hair.

“Can I see you this weekend? Make up for last night?” Your ear was pressed to his chest so his voice reverberated from there as he spoke.

You nodded into his shirt, his smell coaxing you into a calm that only he could. Kishibe brought one hand to your face, turning it up to look at him.

“Call me when you’re free. I’ll make the time.” He assured you before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours.

Feeling his lips again sent glitter down your bloodstream, sparkles of elation fueling your heart to race and your skin to warm. After a moment or two he pulled away, the soft sound of lips leaving each other filled the empty office for a single second. You released him and stepped back.

“Alright, Kid. I’ve been late to my next meeting this whole time, so I do have to go. But I’ll see you later.” He smirked on his scarred side and moved toward the door.

“See you.” You smiled watching him leave and sat back at your desk.

The satisfaction of getting exactly what you wanted shifted in your stomach, curdling slightly as you picked up Aki’s gifted coffee cup. You would see him tonight, should you tell him? He deserved to know what else was going on, but you may not be able to handle another fight about your sexual exploits.

What were you going to do?

Aki figured your meeting with the Captain couldn't have lasted more than the thirty or so minutes he had been gone. He wanted to finalize your plans for the night, he was thinking about what he should cook for you, if he had time between work and meeting you to run by the supermarket and take a shower. Running the potential schedule over and over in his mind while walking back toward your office he watched Kobeni run from the door just as she had when he arrived. Stalling his movements lightly, he approached carefully. He could hear your voice, but not make out the words quiet yet. Carrying on his steps were quiet as they neared the open office door. Slowly, he peeked his head in, just in time to see you wrap yourself around Kishibe, the taller man leaning down to kiss you. His breath caught as he watched you kiss him back. He stayed watching until Kishibe pulled away, those dark eyes flicking up to meet his own. He had seen him. The two men looked at one another for a moment, now both informed of exactly what had been going on. He watched as KIshibe’s hand moved over the back of your head, smoothing your hair, his lips curling into a small smile still eye locked with Aki. Hayakawa was the first one to break the exchange, turning and walking down the hallway, his hand brushing over his face and rushing into the mens room.

What the fuck. What the FUCK. What the fuck.

Millions of questions flooded Aki’s mind:

How long has this been going on? Why didn’t he say anything to you? Why haven't you told him? Had you told him and he just didn’t put it together? Why had Kishibe looked at him like that? And the most pressing question of all.

Why was he so fucking hard?

Part 2

[songsofadelaide]

Meet me in the Afterglow

Five lifetimes where you and Aki Hayakawa almost kissed and one where you did.

[A Hayakawa Aki x Reader one-shot]

tags/cw: csm manga spoilers, 5+1 things, canon-compliant events, soulmates, family death, suicide ideation, major character death, alternate universes - bridgerton, the godfather, greek mythos, no use of yn wc: 4.8k

"before all this and everything else, before the apocalypse, I do so sincerely wish, though my words may not fit, to rest my head in your hair and kiss your lips." — Kiss, Indran Amirthanayagam

— Some lunatic. (1997)

No one in their right mind would pursue Devil Hunting as a serious career. Those entering the Public Safety Organization as Devil Hunters were either forced into it by their circumstances, seeking the thrill of the chase or just straight up mental— Just like you, some lunatic with a death wish you might just get sooner or later. 

When Captain Kishibe told you he received direct orders from Miss Makima for your transfer to the reinforced Tokyo Special Division 4, the ordeal set your heart racing. When death first came for your family in the form of an attack by the Gun Devil, you soon expected to follow them out of sheer delusion and desperation.

The whole locking yourself in a spare coffin thing didn't work since you were eventually pried out of it by the Devil Hunters. People who encountered devil attacks and lived to see the day were a special kind, and some of them were disillusioned enough by the loss in their lives that they decided to heed the call of madness, heroic sentiment blocking any hope of common sense prevailing. 

Public Safety preyed on that madness. You let them. 

Here we are, another step closer. 

"Gh! Watch it, Otome-san!" 

Unfortunately, every step towards death had been thwarted by your senior colleague, Hayakawa Aki. Every mission you declared would be your last always concluded with you being saved by the man. 

"Hayakawa-senpai! Y-Yoummfff—"

This one was no different. 

Separated from the rest of the squad with no means to protect yourselves other than watching each other's backs, you figured now would have been the most perfect time to die. The devil you formed a contract with would revel in your death and perhaps make its home in your body, too. Then you'd be just like Power. Or Denji. Or just dead like you intended. 

But how could you? Aki's hand was over your mouth and his figure was pressed against your own as you attempted to conceal your presence from a devil of still-unknown abilities.  

Was it just you or the corridor you both slipped into was getting narrower and narrower? The taller man now had his knee between your legs, bracing himself on the wall that was seemingly collapsing in on you both. Your faces were only seconds apart from colliding. 

Aki released his grip from your mouth, his palms moist with bits of your dribble. 

"S-Senpai, this is obviously the work of a devil," you started. Space Devil, you thought to yourself. "Unlike you, I have no means to protect myself. I'm only going to drag you down. You should just leave me… I'll—"

A sharp tsk left Aki's lips. He now held you by the chin, blue eyes unclouded as he reasoned out with you. Surely he would have noticed by now that you were looking for a place to die, that you were looking to die, and you wanted every mission you undertook with him to be your last, but how could he bring himself to just leave you behind?

Not after having shared after-mission meals with you. Not after having spent afternoons basking in the sun and cigarette smoke and silly little hopes that both of you will live to see the end of the year and celebrate a new one. This here was a man who had lost nearly everything he held dear in his life. He wasn't losing anyone again, not if he can do anything about it.

He spoke the words as though breathing life back into your lungs with how close you now stood. "No, you damn lunatic. What makes you think I'm leaving without you?" 

— Unbecoming of a Lord (Mayfair, London, 1813)

When your "papá" Kishibe told you he would let you off the hook for good if you were to attend even one ball for this season, you considered yourself sold to the idea of freedom. Evening balls and promenades weren't really your thing, but as a daughter of the esteemed Captain Kishibe, you were expected to leave your mark on high society and maybe earn a suitor or two. 

You expected your "little sister" Power to enjoy such occasions, and even "younger brother" Denji, who despised dressing up because everything itched, still adhered to Kishibe's rule of presenting oneself to the high society at least once in their life. Tonight would be the first and last time you do so. If you had to put on your dress and stand in the corner all night for only the gods know how long, you didn't mind at all— so long as you never had to attend a single ball afterwards.

So the invitation to dance surely caught you off-guard, but maybe you should have expected it since you were one daughter of a Captain who also happened to be a popular relationship broker. 

"May I have this dance?" Asked the taller man, his long dark hair neatly kept in a blue silk ribbon. As you searched for your father from across the room, you caught him nodding back at you, voicing his quiet approval as he took a sip of this evening's wine in his hand. The customary curtsy was granted to the man as you gave him your hand, which he brought to his lips reverently. 

You were certain the whole ton had their eyes on you as you took the centre of the ballroom with one of your father's favoured subordinates, the young Lord Aki Hayakawa. He was a cool and aloof man, yet cutthroat in missions, as your "papá" mentioned before, but the pressures of high society had yet to leave traces on his finely chiselled face.

Aki has yet to speak a single word to you after asking for your hand to dance. His hand was warm even over the silk of your gloves, further proof that he was a living, breathing being and not some phantom that people made him out to be. The sound of the piano filled your ears as you were tenderly swept alongside his pace, your fingers gently clutching the shoulder of his cobalt blue coat. 

"Diamond," he finally spoke, his voice deep and intimate. You could almost hear a laugh, too. "That is what they call the loveliest girl here, right?" 

You paced yourself, counting in your head and mirroring his footwork so as to not miss a beat. 

"I'm afraid to disappoint you, my lord, but I'm no diamond. I'm merely a girl," you gently shook your head. "The Queen must have named her diamond already."

It was Lady Makima, surely.  

"Y…" You murmured, lips quivering as he drew you closer to his person. The way his breath ghosted over your lips was maddening. "You do know the way you hold me is unbecoming of a lord…"

The tender sound of the music filled your ears along with the rush of blood as you felt the pads of his warm fingers rest on your bare shoulder blade.

"My apologies if I offended your sensibilities. I am simply so enamoured by you now that I've met you," he chuckled. "Captain Kishibe said you despised these balls even though this is your first one." 

"He… Papá is right about that," you fumbled for words even further. "Everything is just so… exhausting, to say the least."

"I can do you a favour if you would like. A way for you to no longer have to attend these gatherings," he replied, a glint of mischief playing in his piercing blue eyes that you suddenly couldn't look away from. "Receive me as a suitor."

What?

"S-Surely, you jest!" You unexpectedly laughed at his remark before eventually pursing your lips in embarrassment. "My apologies, my lord, I… I suppose you can visit me at our home. Papá and I would be happy to receive you." 

"You would be doing me a tremendous favour as well, my lady," he said, a wave of relief washing over his face. "I, too, no longer wish to attend any of these… social gatherings in the near future." 

"My apologies. I would just… like to know why someone with a face like yours no longer wishes to take part in any more of the Queen's balls." 

"What is it about my face that you find so intriguing?"

"Because you are absolutely attractive," you replied.

"As are you," he said right back at you. "Now, unless you accept the assistance of a fellow homebody, I'm positively certain more dances will be asked of you once I let you go." 

He was right about that, for not only women waiting for their turn with him, but men were gathering around you, too, just waiting for the opportunity to swipe you from the handsome young soldier's arms.

"I am glad to be of help then, my fellow homebody," you started, another small laugh cracked through your smile. "I am looking forward to making your acquaintance."

— You’d Be So Nice to Come Home To (New York, 1955)

In the war of the five families, little songbirds like you should have been happy in their gilded cages. This was a men's game, after all, and if someone like Sonny Corleone perished at the hands of his enemies, what more pretty women like you? Only collateral damage.  

The eldest son of Don Vito was known for his impulsiveness, and he was surely warned that his hot-bloodedness would be the death of him one day. With the kingpin shot off the board, the tides of war shifted, and even the bedridden Corleone patriarch rose from his rest to call for an end to the ceaseless fighting disturbing the already fragile peace sustained only by a fraying thread in the underground.  

With the death of Don Vito and the accession of his youngest son as the new Don of the Corleone Family, the tides of the underground have shifted once more, and you were determined to survive with all the fight you had in you. 

Old man Tessio made sure you and the girls were all fed and educated in the ways of how his club was run, but they disappeared into Barzini hands one by one until only a handful of you were left. The Two Toms has been your home all your life, but now that it was unsafe, you had to find a way to get to the Corleone home base with this vital piece of information that unknowingly fell into your hands. 

The Corleones were quiet men, but they took care of their assets. 

When the opportunity to leave with a client presented itself, you acted as though it was just another evening out with a rich daddy who wanted some company. It didn't take long for the night stroll to go awry after the gentleman you left with was knocked unconscious as soon as you stepped outside the social club. 

It wasn't a killing blow, but the faint scent of clean metal rose to your nose and it set the warning signals in your head alight. It was the stench of blood, something you were entirely familiar with given the connections looped around your pretty pinky finger. 

You were quick enough to evade the pair of men in similar black coats, slinking into a dim alley before pulling in the first person to meet your gaze— a fine specimen with piercing blue eyes and dark hair that fell to his shoulders. It was another one of them suits, but now wasn't the time to be picky. He'll do.  

You sighed and looked up at the tall stranger you dragged along with you, your cheeks heating up at the sight of his broad chest from his open cloak. 

Now's not the time to get cold feet, you told yourself. 

"Care to help a stranger?" You smiled at the dark-eyed man, who could only quirk an eyebrow at your inquiry. He found you reaching for his hands, gently placing one on your waist and another on your hot cheek. 

"Wh-What are you—" His words were cut off when you raised a soft hand to his face and closed the distance between the two of you, pulling him down by his collar to a kiss.  

…Except it wasn't a kiss, but more of a cry for assistance. You stood there cheek to cheek and found this man's warmth a surprisingly pleasant feeling. You felt this strong stranger lightly grip your waist and cheek as you collided, as if reciprocating your sudden display of bold affection. Neither of you was bothered when you heard the footsteps behind you, but it felt like your heart was about to climb out of your throat and make its own escape. "Hey, you!—" 

The exclamation didn't even distract the pair. You coiled your arms around the handsome stranger's neck with a sultry little flourish, your scarlet fingernails gently digging into this man's coat. The softest of moans left your lips in another bid to throw off the men on your trail. 

The soldato behind them was quick to turn his heel. "Nothin' to see here! Just some…"

As the gruff voices and the footsteps receded, you heard nothing else but the sound of your own pulse, the blood rushing in your ears as you evaded what was possibly an attempt on your life. 

"I'm so sorry," you murmured, breath warm against the stranger's chest. He took a step back and allowed you your space, fishing out his favourite pack of cigars from his coat pocket. 

"'S'all right, sweet thing. Must have been in a real pinch if you were willing to drag a bystander in your business," he stated, exhaling a cloud of thick white smoke. "Old man Pete said songbirds like you would sing to save herself, but it turns out you can be a hawk if you want."

Pete? "D-Do you know Signore Clemenza? I…" 

"The name's Aki. I'm one of Clemenza's men," he offered his hand to you. "And don't worry. He already knows. Just needed another songbird as proof."

You took his hand and used it to anchor your shaking legs. He squeezed you strong enough for you to snap out of your fight-or-flight trance. 

"Relax, pretty bird. You're safe," said Aki as he pulled you close to his person. It was only then you saw the little twinkle of sapphires on his ears. The sapphires that were his eyes. "We'll take care of you."

— Katabasis (Greek Mythos)

Pomegranates were the only fruit that was hardy enough to survive in the Underworld. 

There was a certain beauty to the crimson fruit that reminded you of home, and all of the lush produce grown in the mortal realm— the verdant trees, overgrown leaves a thick canopy overhead, fragrant blossoms of every colour, and the sweetness of every other fruit that have touched your lips. 

It's sweet, you thought to yourself as you pocketed something into your rose-coloured robes, concealing it from the prying eyes of the shades in the house. 

The House of Hades, cradled deep within Tartarus, was not as cold as the hymns and stories said it would be. Olympus was plenty warm, made even more so with your mother's unrelenting and watchful gaze on you. You were both goddesses revered for bringing forth the mortal realm's abundant harvests, and the gods be damned if you chose a path different from hers. 

For all of its cosiness and colour, Olympus was chaotic, and you didn't mind being spared from its chaos— and your mother's overbearing nature— by accepting an illicit deal with Hera herself. She sympathised with you, after all, and if the Fates wove anything different for her, she would have chosen the more quiet life. 

Little did you know that the deal involved being the Queen of the Underworld.  

And for all his supposed strictness and severity, the raven-haired and blue-eyed Hades was a good ruler— even more a good husband— and he was exceptionally kind to you. He remained aloof as he was when you first met in Olympus many moons ago, but you were certain he was only giving you all the space you needed to grow into your role as the queen of this realm. 

He often bickered with Thanatos, who reaped souls with chainsaws and a surprising lack of empathy. The death god's penchant for following the trail of war troubled Hades, but the harbinger was only doing his job.  

Hecate wasn't easy to deal with, either, as she would rather dwell in her blood magick and witchcraft than assist in managing the Underworld and all of its shades and denizens. Hades likened them to his many pet canines, not counting Cerberus. 

But they adored you, their queen. Thanatos was amiable as Hecate was genial, and they orbited you as celestial bodies would surround a planet, always in a constant state of wondrous awe every time you called forth a plant to spring to life in the Underworld, only for it to wither after a few moments. 

Upon your arrival in the Underworld, Hades gifted you the garden within the palace walls. He was rather embarrassed by its barrenness, but plants from the mortal realm hardly grew there, except for the pomegranate tree that had yet to bear fruit.

And after many moons of waiting, it fell, ripe and right into your hands.  

Hades was simply pleased seeing you walking around the estate. He derived no pleasure from possibly scaring you with his presence, but when he saw you pick the fruit open, he knew his intervention was needed. 

"Oh!" Came your startled expression as the taller figure seized your hand. "I-Is something the matter, my lord husband?" 

His blue eyes scanned your face for a sign, any sign or hint of regret following your consumption of the sweet and tart seeds. "You ate it."

"I did," you replied with a nod. He released you from his tender grip, his large hand moving to gently cup your cheek. Your lips were still moist and balmy with traces of the fruit. Hades pressed himself to exercise control.  

"Beautiful goddess, you do know this will tie you to me eternally," he said with the utmost tenderness, his words not at all coming out as easily as he thought. "Did… Did anyone make you—"

You knew that much, of course, as even Hera warned you of eternal captivity should you consume anything from the Underworld. 

Aloof as he was, his eyes remained as kind as they were when you first met, his obvious adoration of you not at all lifting or changing even as you descended from the mortal realm to make this place your home. And why wouldn't you make this place your home? Why wouldn't you want to tie yourself to this place, to him, who respected you and your space even though you want him to just crash into you? 

"What? Surely you jest," you smiled at him as you contentedly sank into his touch, opening your palm to offer him more of the already sticky pomegranate seeds. "I ate the fruit myself."

— Meet Me (1997)

Surviving the mass attack led by Santa Claus was the last straw for Kobeni. 

In the aftermath of the onslaught, only a handful of the reinforced Special Division 4 remained alive, and with Kobeni's resignation came the final number of five: Aki, Denji, Power, Angel, and you. Captain Kishibe didn't count. You've seen the man fight and the slaughter didn't even faze him one bit. Only the gods know how long that man has lived. And he'll probably outlive us all, too. 

When the captain presented you with the opportunity to leave the public sector and go private, you were on the fence, which was surprising since you joined the sector to follow your family in death. 

"You… aren't looking to die like you were before, the first time we met. I can only assume you found something worth living for," he told you. "Aki and the others are on a break as well. Why not pay them a visit while you're thinking about things?" 

And so you did. Despite missing an arm, Aki still managed to keep their place immaculately tidy. You could only assume that Denji and Power pitched in every now and then given their caretaker's circumstances. 

"Oh, Aki-san!" You exclaimed as the door to the apartment unit opened. Your superior in his habitat had always been a sight to behold for you. You bought snacks and cans of random chilled drinks as a courtesy. "I just met with Captain Kishibe and Kobeni-chan earlier. Ah, but where are Denji-kun and Power-chan?"

"I asked them to buy us some ingredients for dinner as a breather of sorts," Aki stated as he led you to their shared living room. You trailed his steps and made yourself comfortable as you laid out the various knickknacks you brought with you. "How is Kobeni doing?"

"She's doing well, actually," you managed a smile. "She's been persuading me to resign from devil hunting, too, always saying she'll help me find a regular job if I'm in dire need of it."

You opened a can of black coffee for Aki. "Denji-kun and Power-chan like cola, don't they? I can put this in your fridge in the meantime."

"Thanks."

"Ooh," your eyes lit up as you opened the fridge. The young man couldn't help but chuckle in his seat. "Aki-san, are you perhaps about to make tonkatsu?"

"Yeah. You should stay for dinner while you're here," he replied as you sat down next to him once more. "I can't promise you a peaceful meal, though." 

"If we're talking about vegetables, know that I'm happy to take them off their plates," you grinned at him. The way he smiled back at you filled your chest with the warmth you could only hope he felt as well. "Aki-san, I don't… think about dying as much anymore. I suppose I have you to thank for that." 

"I'm glad to hear that."

"You…" you stammered before gathering your bearings and eventually facing him head-on. "Aki-san, I think you—"

"No," he cut you off, slowly shaking his head, the tension between you all the more palpable now that he's rested his forehead on your shoulder. With his hair undone, he smelt even more of cigarettes and strong black coffee, more redolent and intoxicating than the finest cup of espresso you could afford. "There's no leaving this profession for me. Not now." 

Who am I kidding? You thought to yourself. Himeno-senpai couldn't… Whatever made me think that I could?

He raised his remaining hand to touch your face, his palm warm against your cheek. Or was it you who was warm? When he leaned down to wipe away the tear in the corner of your eye, it was only then you noticed that you were crying all along.

"Otome," he stated, voice low and gentle, soft and pleading. No. Any more would hurt. Any more would— "Outlive me and live the most beautiful life you can."

"I can do that now with whatever remaining time you have left, Aki-san," you spoke in tears, trying to hold back your sobs. You cried into the crook of his neck. "Let me take care of you!"

"Just knowing you want to keep on living makes me incredibly happy, Otome," Aki stated with a smile you couldn't see. He tried to soothe your sadness by running his hand over your head. Warm. "Stay for dinner, all right? Come as often as you can. Denji and Power will appreciate having you around, too. I'll bring you something when I get back from Hokkaido, so cheer up." 

You nodded, or at least attempted to, as he gave you gentle pats on your back. Even though he was an image of coolness and calmness, Aki held so much warmth in his heart that it overflowed, saving you from the path of destruction you set on. 

"Aki-san," you murmured against his broad shoulder. Aki-san, I wish I could have saved you, too. "I'd love some miso soup, too." 

You felt his laugh reverberate in his chest. Warm, as though the overflow was trying to make itself known. "I'll prepare some later."

Aki never returned after he last met up with Makima. In the end, it was Denji who handed over the souvenir from Hokkaido that he brought home for you— a pair of carved wooden bears eating corn and salmon, living their most beautiful lives yet.

— +1, In The Afterglow (To the world where you are, 2023) 

Only a small crack of sunlight managed to break through your curtains. The glass sliding door was slightly left open, allowing a gentle morning breeze to slip into your bedroom. 

A groan escaped your lips as you reached for the other side of your bed and found it cold and empty. Why, oh, why did Aki have to be such a morning person?

It couldn't be helped. Even when you were younger, the Hayakawa family next door were known in the area as early risers. When you first moved into the neighbourhood when you were nine, the Hayakawas were the first ones to bring your family a housewarming gift. 

But you liked Aki even more than the present his parents brought. That blue-eyed boy with the most precious smile. You liked him the moment you laid eyes on him.  

And you still like him as much 20 years later. Middle school, high school, university and work never changed how you felt for Hayakawa Aki. Your mutual friends marvelled at your long-standing relationship, some of them joking that the young man was only tolerating you.

—"Ne, Aki-kun! Otome-chan must be a menace when it's just the two of you, huh? Don't you ever think of meeting other people?"—

And Taiyo nearly lost it when you almost broke up with his big brother, too. 

—"Don't listen to onii-chan, Otome-nee! He's being an idiot right now!"—

But Aki liked you just as much as you did for as long as you did, too. And the jokes are on the people who tried to make your relationship a laughing matter. 

—"Are you kidding? She may be a menace, but she's my menace. There's no way I'm letting her go."—

And Taiyo still stood as his big brother's best man on your wedding day even though he thought you two would break up a day before.

—"I've always been some kind of an idiot when it comes to you, Otome. Don't give me that look and come here. Yes, that's right. You're my idiot, too."—

"Akiii!" You whined into your pillow. "Why can't you just sleep in with me, even just a little?"

"Because my pretty wife said she liked having breakfast as soon as she wakes up," the brunette cut through your open internal monologue as he made his way back into your shared bedroom. "Good morning."

You raised your arms to a long stretch, hands reaching for your husband as he sat on the edge of your bed. 

"Good morning, sunshine of my life," you beamed at him. The moment you coiled your arms around his neck and drew him close, he moved like clockwork, leaning down to press his lips on yours. 

Warm, like always. He tasted of ash and his favourite black coffee. "Aki…"

You could tell he was holding back from the way his fists slightly shook on his lap. "All right, that's—"

"Nooo! Don't go yet," you sadly whimpered as he broke away from your hold. Your puppy eyes still worked wonders on him even after all these years. "I just feel like kissing you today. There's a part of me saying I've missed out on doing that a lot." 

"What are you saying, you odd bird?" He chuckled, placing a large hand on your head. You gently curled his dark hair around your fingers, the silkiness of his mane refusing to follow your hold.

"What time will Denji and the others be arriving today?" 

"Later in the afternoon."

"Then I have all morning to kiss you!" 

"You have all the time in the world to kiss me," Aki stated with the same small smile you first fell in love with, a smile you felt like you've always been in love with, with lips you always felt like kissing, as though lifetimes have been stolen from you both. He leaned down to kiss you once more, softly, slowly, tenderly, kindly, taking all the time he wanted. "All the time in the world."

Author's notes: Hello! Before everything else, I just wanted to say thank you for picking up this fic. This fic remains one of my favourite works from this year. It was originally posted on AO3 in January and I am hoping it will receive just as much love here. ♡ — I use "Otome" as a placeholder for "Y/N" because I thought it looked much nicer in the stories I write. The term "Otome" is from otome games, or maiden games, and in this piece Otome would literally mean maiden, or Maiden-chan, which pretty much means Y/N. — Some lunatic takes place somewhere between Ep 12 and the following arc, Bomb Girl. Aki's resolution to not lose anyone any further was driven by his grief over Himeno's death. Y/N has worked with Captain Kishibe for as long as they can remember. — Unbecoming of a Lord alludes to Daphne and Simon's secret agreement in the first season of Bridgerton. (As a royalty buff, I highly recommend the show.) — You'd Be So Nice To Come Home To takes place shortly before the infamous Baptism of Fire scene from the first Godfather film. Aki was a replacement for the traitor Paulie. Soldato means soldier, but it also means a lower-level mafia member who hasn't made an impact in the family yet. — Katabasis (which roughly means descent to the Underworld) is probably one of my most favourite parts of the fic. It takes some elements from the Hades video game (The House of Hades, pomegranates as the only fruit able to grow in the Underworld, Persephone's annoyance at Olympus and its chaos and her deal with Zeus, but here, it's with Hera), and Lore Olympus (Persephone willingly coming to the Underworld and taking the fruit herself). — Meet Me takes place during the start of the Gun Devil arc. Aki's gift for y/n was kibori kuma, or kuma bori. Apparently, Hokkaido is known for its wooden bear carvings and I thought a pair of happy bears was both an appropriate and heartbreaking gift to receive lol. Pardon me while I continue hurting myself with such facts. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am already looking forward to CSM S2, even though we all know there's only heartache waiting for us lol. ~ SongsOfAdelaide ♡

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[thekillingmoonmoon]

cola

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Pairing: Kishibe x Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW, oral (f. receiving), discussion of virginity, loss of virginity i think, jealousy Synopsis: after months of pining, something perfect falls into place Length: 2 k

I got sweet taste for men who are older It's always been so, it's no surprise Ah, he's in the sky with diamonds And he's making me crazy (I come alive, alive) All he wants to do is party with his pretty baby

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

He was close, too close. Close enough to smell his cologne, the thick scent of cinnamon smoke and heady musk. “Sir?” you asked, stepping back, your spine sizzling up the wall behind you. You looked up at him, into those dark depthless eyes that you so desperately loved. “What’s he to you?” He grunted, the scar severing his mouth twitching downwards as if he didn’t like what he was saying. “Who?” You were genuinely confused, thinking back to the past night, to the gut-churning feeling of anxiety when you saw Himeno getting close to Kishibe.

“That punk, Aki,” You raised your eyebrows. “Aki? He’s just a co-worker,” You explained, “He and Denji are funny together.” “He doesn’t look at you like ‘just a co-worker’,” Kishibe sighed, stepping further into your space. “What do you mean?” you tilted your head, gulping down the bubbling lust that brewed in your stomach. “Because he looks at you the same way I look at you,” Kishibe planted a hand beside your head, leaning in, “like he wants you,” He rumbled, leaning in until his face was a soft single breath away. “You..” your breath caught in your throat, “you want me?” you asked, your voice wavering with how close he was. “More than you can imagine,” Kishibe admitted, “More than I ever imagined,” his other hand came up, and he ran his knuckles across your cheek, stroking his rough fingertips along your jaw. His thumb brushed over your lower lip, and you gasped. “You’re not stopping me,” he stated, and you shook your head, you caught a glimmer deep in his shadowed eyes.

His kiss was gentle, just the brush of his lips over yours, skimming the taste of whisky and lust as he watched your eyes flutter closed. His second move was surer, an actual press of his lips to yours, searching, seeking. His hand cupped your jaw, tilting your face towards his hungry mouth, his tongue swiping at your lower lip, and at your hushed gasp, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, past your teeth. The sound you made only spurred him on further, a half keen, half moan, all wanton need for him. The hand on the wall travelled down to your waist, his huge hand spreading warmth through your body, jostling you closer until your body was pressed firmly against his. Your breasts pushed against his chest, and he fought the urge to pull you tighter, tighter, until you were part of him, filling the space behind his ribcage, where his heart thundered. Your hands were ginger, first, palms on his chest, curling into his crisp white shirt, and then travelling up to his neck, roughing your knuckles in the short hairs of his undercut. He was so hot against your body, engulfing you, his jacket enfolding you into his breast. You sighed, letting him bite your lower lip with a whimper and he groaned, “Don’t make those noises,” he tilted your head, running his nose along your jaw, his mouth dizzyingly close to your fluttering pulse, “I won’t be able to stop,” he warned, and you flickered your eyes open, letting him see that your pupils were blown as wide as his. “Don’t stop,” you whispered, clutching at his collar, tenderly laying a soft kiss on his scar. He laid a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking your skin until he was sure your skin would bear the dark blooms of his desire the next day. He reached for your tie, fumbling with your tie before slipping it from your neck, he grabbed your hands and lifted them over your head. You paused, stiffening against him, your soft body suddenly trembling against him.

“What is it, sweetheart?” he grabbed your chin and forced it to look at him. You were hot, skin flushed with the feel of him. You closed your eyes, and scrunched shut as you softly confessed, “I,” you gulped, “I’m not suitable for you,” your bottom lip trembled, swollen and plush. “Bullshit,” Kishibe grumbled, “give me a better excuse.” “It’s not an excuse!” you protested, “I’m, I’m not experienced,” you admitted. Kishibe found his lower stomach tightening at your gentle admission, whispered between gritted teeth as he held you with your hands above your head. He, uncharacteristically, kissed your cheek, hoping he conveyed enough emotion to show that he didn’t really care, all he cared about was you, and you coming completely undone for him. “Doesn’t matter,” he muttered, he kissed the other cheek. You gulped. “I’m, I’m a virgin,” you finally confessed, peeking below your lashes at his reaction. His jaw dropped slightly and you wanted to recoil, but his hold on you was too much, your raw strength no match for his power. “Really now?” he murmured, leaning further in, “You telling me I’m gonna be your first?” he asked, and you nodded. “If-If you want to be,” you stuttered, all your bravado falling away as you looked down.

Kishibe kissed you. Softly this time, warm and languid, his lips conveying all his words couldn’t. That it was okay, that he wanted you, that he needed you. You let out the smallest of whines, and he swallowed it down, nipping at your bottom lip and sinking his tongue into your waiting mouth. He dropped your hands, letting you curl your arms around his neck, swooning into his hold. He finally let his hands wander your body, confident now that he was touching you in ways no other person had known you. He got to your hips and groped your flesh, revelling in the quiet whimper that escaped your mouth. He moved to your neck, sure that no square inch of skin was gone without a mark of his love, his lust. He lifted a hand from your hips and began popping the buttons, exposing your silken skin to his heady gaze. He trailed his fingers down your front, his rough fingertips grazing the soft skin of your sternum and stomach. He reached down and cupped your cunt, drinking down the surprised mewl that wormed its way past your lips. He ran his fingers up the seam of your pants, feeling the heat of you as you squirmed in his arms. His thumb brushed right where your clit was, and your hips shuddered, and he bit down on the velvet skin of your neck. He left you, his body warmth flooding away as he took your hand in his. He led you to his bedroom, stepping past the threshold you had never trespassed, into the sacred chamber of the beast. He turned when you hesitated, pulling you to him and kissing you firmly on the mouth, spinning you until you fell backwards onto his bed. He crawled over you, surrounding your body with the cage of his arms, his chest pressed to yours, his hands exploratory as they wandered your soft curves. “Let me see you,” he commanded, spilling your shirt over your shoulders and tossing it away into the room, his hands coming up to cup your bra. His fingers slithered around your back, flicking open the clasp of your bra and letting the straps fall forward into his grasp. He pulled the garment free of your arms, grumbling when you hugged your arms around yourself and hid from view.

“Stop that,” he hissed, wrestling your arms above your head and pushing you back down onto the mattress. You flushed, hot and embarrassed as you turned away from his stare. His hands were calloused and rough against your smooth skin, sliding up your ribcage and cupping your breasts. “Fuck,” he grunted, reaching down and kissing the top curve of your breast, “look at you,” he kneaded the skin, watching as his ministrations worked their magic on you. You squirmed, peeking up at him through wet eyes as both of his hands came down to play with your tits. “Such pretty tits,” he leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard and watching your eyes go hazy. He sucked blooming bruises beneath your skin, marking up your chest until you were nothing but a panting mess between his thighs. He undid your belt and zipper, pulling down your pants and revealing the pair of soft white lace panties you were wearing. A string of obscenities fell from his chapped lips, his fingers running along the seam of the garment, slipping beneath the elastic to tease your skin. It tickled, and you bent your knees to escape his teasing touch. “Don’t run from me, sweetheart,” he warned, and you peered at him from where he crouched between your legs. He tucked his fingers below the waistband and pulled down, exposing your virgin cunt to his penetrative gaze. You wanted to close your legs, suddenly so aware of how clothed he was, and how unclothed you were. “Kishibe –“ you started but a thick finger perpendicular to the seam of your lips silenced you. “Daddy,” he corrected, and you grew hot, your cheeks pricking with heat as you looked up at him. “Open your legs for me, princess,” he instructed, and you obeyed, looking away as your thighs split open to his dark stare. “Perfect,” he cooed, reaching out and trailing his fingers through your folds. You started, curling in on his hand in fright. “D-daddy,” you stammered out, and a warm hand pushed you gently back onto his bed. “Hush, doll,” he said, nudging your knees apart again and settling between your legs, “Let Daddy spoil you,” he leaned down and gave your clit a soft kiss. “You don’t have to – “ you began, but broke off as he lapped a long stripe up your cunt, “Oh,” you breathed, your thighs already twitching beside his head. He slung your thighs over his shoulders and swung an arm over your hips, effectively pinning you into place. “Now, stay still for me, sweetheart,” he commanded, before sucking over your clit. You immediately tensed, so unused to the warm wet feeling of someone’s mouth on your pussy. Kishibe teased your entrance, lapping at the edge until you began to clench around nothing, eventually pushing his tongue into your cunt and humming. You couldn’t help yourself, couldn’t help the string of pearled whimpers and cries that came from your open mouth. He lapped and sucked at your pulsing pussy, drawing little moans from your lips as he fucked you on his tongue. Your hips twitched, bucking your pelvis into his face, but his arm held you down, keeping you still as he began sucking a slow rhythm on your clit. You buzzed, full of honeyed static and slow slurs of Kishibe’s name, his moniker, all whilst he worked you over with his mouth. You could feel your lower stomach tighten, tighter than you had ever managed before, building pressure until you felt like you could burst. “What – what’s going on?” you panicked, dizzy and drowning in the alien feeling.

“You’re close, princess,” Kishibe spoke around your clit, sucking harder and harder until you burst, losing yourself into the oblivion of the heady sucking and slurping of Kishibe worshipping your cunt. You tumbled, seeing white sparks as your body bowed for Kishibe. You came hard, your whole body tightening and then releasing with a shudder, your legs shivering and shaking beside Kishibe’s head. He bit softly into the silky skin of your inner thigh, lapping at your release until you were squirming away from him. He sat up and looked at you, dizzy and lost in a hazy daydream as you lay before him. He leaned over you and gave you a slow, sure kiss, pumping his tongue and your tart sweetness into your mouth until you were breathless, hands clawing at his bag. “You did so good for me,” he rubbed your upper thighs, watching as you blinked blearily at him, “Was that the first time you’ve ever cum?” he rasped and you nodded shyly. “Good girl,” he stood, and you could still see his cock straining against his pants. You tried to sit up but failed, still sagging and deflated from your first orgasm. He placed his palm on your chest and pushed you back. “Not tonight, doll. I want to take my time ruining you.”

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ultra blue - aki x reader

part of the monster (energy) series

pairing: aki hayakawa x reader  rating: 18+ summary: Aki was a remarkable boyfriend. But sometimes you wished he took things a little further. He would kiss you goodnight after a date but he never really took it further than that. It often left you frutustrated. You wanted to feel those lips all over you more intimate areas. But getting him to go further than that was like pushing a boulder up a hill.  tags: first time, smut, pwp, oral sex (f receiving), clothed sex

Aki was a remarkable boyfriend. But sometimes you wished he took things a little further. He would kiss you goodnight after a date but he never really took it further than that. It often left you feeling frustrated. You wanted to feel those lips all over your more intimate areas. But getting him to go further than that was like pushing a boulder up a hill. 

You often fantasize about those soft lips up and down your skin, taking in the warmth of it. You wondered what that tongue could do, was he in any way skilled in that regard? But maybe he just needed a little convincing. Something to get him more willing to touch you in more ways than just hand holding. You wanted to see what Mr. Hayakawa was capable of. 

He was over at your apartment for a dinner date together. Captain Kishibe was in charge of Power and Denji, so you had your boyfriend all to yourself. You made him a nice stir fry, you tried not too make it too spicy for him as you knew he could at times be overwhelmed by spice, especially when you made it. You didn't want him uncomfortable tonight, you wanted him as relaxed as he could get. 

You poured him another cup of sake as you sat across from him at the low table. You took a sip of your own drink before you continued to pick at your food. You were slightly nervous as this was the first time you ever tried to initiate sex with someone. Usually men told you up front what they wanted but Aki  was  different. 

  “This is really good, honey.” He said as he brought the bowl up to her mouth so as to not get sauce all over his shirt. He happily ate and you practically had hearts in your eyes as you watched him devour your meal.

Part of you wondered what your lives would look like had you not made contracts with devils. The other part wanted those lips between your legs. You grabbed a napkin and leaned across the table and wiped the corner of his mouth. His eyes briefly caught a glimpse of your exposed cleavage from the tank top you were wearing. A blush striked across his cheeks but soon his eyes met yours once more and he smiled as you wiped his face.

  “Messy boy.” You teased before you sat back down and continued your meal. 

  “You're amazing.” He smiled at you, “I've never met a woman like you before. You're something else.” His words were dripping with love, so much so he didn't even need to say the words. 

  “Oh, Aki. You spoil me.” You smiled at him,  his gaze was heavy on you. You could see the warmth in his cheeks. You continued to eat as well, until there was nothing left in front of you. You looked over him and the time on the stove. You smiled at yourself and directed your gaze back to him, ”You stay here. I'll be right back.” 

Aki watched you get up and walk towards the bedroom. You closed the door behind you, there would be no peeking. You quickly pulled the expensive box out of the closet. You tore the bow off and got the article of clothing out. You undressed and slipped on the sheer and lace pale blue one piece, a little something meant to entice your lover. 

You heard Aki do the dishes in the kitchen. And you smiled to yourself, he really did spoil you. You tried to fix your hair, but the heat of summer and the sweat wasn't helping. Once you gave yourself the once over in the mirror, you smiled and went over to the bed. You sat down on the made bed and crossed one leg over the other. 

  “Aki!” You called, “Can you come in here, I need help!” You felt your heart flutter in your chest when he called back that he'd come in. You heard him put the last dish away and his heavy footsteps went towards the bedroom. With the creak of the door opening, you saw your boyfriend. You smiled at him, “Hey, honey.” 

Aki's cheeks went bright red and his eyes went wide. He was speechless, usually he saw you in oversized shirts and suits. But everything was on display for him. You got up from the bed and went over to him. You pulled him in for a soft kiss. That seemed to bring Aki back to earth as he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled in the kiss further. 

You giggled when you pulled away and his nose traced across your warm neck. “Someone likes what they see.” 

  “I didn't know you could clean up so well. The tank top was a surprise today, but this is soething else. Why?” He asked, his blue eyes looked at you.

You kissed his cheek, “Because it's been a good long while since we started dating and I wanted to take it to the next level. I want to know what my boyfriend can do in the bedroom.” You voice was low and sweet. You rubbed your thigh up against his cotton shorts and felt a slight bulge, “And I guess you want the same thing.” 

  “I didn't want to scare you off.” He admitted, ”I wanted you for more than just your body. You're so strong and kind, I'd hate to ruin a good thing.“ He placed a softer kiss on your cheek, ”But if you want it, I want it.“ His hands trailed further down your waist until he got a good grip on your ass, ”I want it all.“ 

You giggled as his kisses went down your neck. You held onto him as he grabbed your ass and kissed at your skin. You then moaned at the feeling of wet kisses on you. ”Aki.“ You said softly, then began to back up towards the bed. The distance was short and it wasn't before long before you two tumbled into bed together. You laid on the mattress and Aki hung over you, hands planted on either side of your head. 

 ”You look divine.” He said softly, “I wish I had said something sooner. We could've picked out more outfits for me to take off of you.” He went in for another searing kiss. His clothed cock rubbed up against you as the two of you made out passionately. 

You smiled against the kiss. Your hands began to travel down his body until you got to the waist of his shorts. With his  help, you peeled them off of him along with his boxers. He broke the kiss for a moment to get his shirt off too, then his lips were back on yours in a searing kiss. The temperature in the room began to rise as the need for one another grew. 

Eventually the kiss broke and you attempted to get the body suit off of your body, but Aki was already ahead of you and ripped a hole in the bottom area. Which left your pussy exposed to him. He licked his lips before he went further down your body. He ended up between your legs, his cheeks cushioned by your thighs. 

  ”How about we start with something slow.“ He held onto your thighs letting them squeeze against his face. The feeling made his cock twitch against the bed. Oh, he loved you. Even before this he did, but this intimate feeling in a world full of chaos only made him love you more. 

He started to lick between your leg, his nose up against your clit as  he licked across the inner parts of your pussy. The sensation made your back arch and your nipples grew hard. A loud moan exited your mouth and you quickly covered your mouth so as to not get a noise complaint from your neighbors.

The walls were very thin in apartment buildings in Tokyo, and you didn't want the nice older couple you lived next to hear you getting amazing oral sex. Your cheeks grew warm as he continued to lick across your cunt. His blue eyes were ablaze with lust as he peered over your sex up at you. 

  ”Fuck, Aki.“ You moaned as your hands found their way into his hair, you got his hair out of its  topknot and you continued to grip onto his dark strands. Your toes curled when he rubbed his nose up against your hardened clit. Soon he replaced it with his tongue and you gasped loudly. You clutched onto him tightly and tried to keep yourself as  quiet as  you could.  It was a remarkable feeling as  he continued to pleasure you. 

  ”That's it, honey.“ He said quietly, ”That's it. You taste amazing.“ His voice was a low purr before he went back to devouring you like the meal  you were. He felt your thighs clench around his head, he rubbed his hard cock against the bed to relieve some of the ache between his thighs. But his primary focus was on you and the sweet noises that were coming out of your mouth. 

  ”Please, Aki. This feels amazing, ah!“ You moaned as you tried to keep yourself under control but it was hard with the immense pleasure that caused through your body. You have had sex before with different partners in your life, but none of them brought the immense pleasure that Aki brought you. It was an amazing feeling. Your toes curled as he hit your clit at just the right spot. His  strong, calloused hands gripped onto your soft thighs as he continued to lap at your sweet sex. 

You tried to kick your legs out but he kept you under his grip. You were stuck under him until you finished on his tongue. Your wetness covered his lips and chin, he was eating like a wild animal at that moment. There was no room for civility. He had one thing on his mind, and he didn't want anything to get in the way of that. 

You moaned once more and went from gripping his head to gripping onto the bed under you. You pulled at the covers as his tongue worked it magic on your cunt. Your hips bucked as you tried to get closer to orgasm. You heard him chuckle against your sex before he placed both hands on your hips and kept you further pinned to the bed. 

  “Aki.” You were nothing but a hostage to sex. The waves of pleasure grew stronger  as he continued. Your breathing was heavy and your skin was damped with sweat. The air of the room was warm, you knew this was what you wanted. You didn't want anything else at that moment. 

With a few more strokes of his tongue, you came with a loud moan which you had to cover your mouth with your hands. The sight only made the man smirked. When he pulled away, his pupils were blown out and his mouth was sopping wet with your slick.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and climbed up back to you. He placed a soft kiss on the apples of your cheeks  before his hands began to palm at your breasts.

His cock was  painfully hard as he brushed against the bed once more. The sensation had lust run up his spine. He wanted to get his fill too. 

Your breathing was still labored as he felt you up. The rush of orgasm was still so overpowering. He played with you over the ruined outfit. Slowly your breathing leveled out and you came back to your senses. You leaned up and kissed him on the lips. He reached down and groped your ass once more. 

You looked at each other and he grinned at you, ”Have any condoms?“ You knew you were going to be in this bedroom for a long while tonight. And honestly, you wouldn't want it any other way. After all, this is what you wanted.