#chainsaw man yoshida x you

[kittyzu]

yoshida who — ࣪⭑

• forces you to cockwarm him when he’s busy studying.

• fucks you in front of your friends to remind them who you belong to. he absolutely doesn’t care about consent and will hold you down forcefully if he needs to.

• stalked you for months before he finally made his move. he paid some kid to try and rob you so he could swoop in and save you. + jokes on you because you fell for it

• makes you fuck denji. he has a soft spot for the shorter boy and wants him to enjoy himself. + no he doesn’t care if you cry, he loves it.

• fucks you while you’re sleeping. he can’t resist your pliant body and it’s not hai fault he’s so into you.

• follows you everywhere. he’s stealthy and good at hiding in plain sight. he doesn’t trust your friends so he keeps an eye on you.

• knows your entire schedule better than his own. he needs to keep what belongs to him close after all.

• would drug you if you weren’t in the mood. he’s getting his nut no matter what.

[saintkaylaa]

are you cheating?…

(ft. aki, angel, kishibe, & yoshida)

warnings: cursing, suggestive, kishibe & you being toxic cute, f!reader

— aki

— angel

— kishibe

— yoshida

[mncxbe]

#I WANNA FEEL YOU, I WANT IT ALL

𝒀𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡𝒄𝒘: mentions of bullying, nsfw, reader discovers masturbation, inappropriate use of tentacles, mild degrading

when he joined the PS, Yoshida was taught that all devils were cunning, vicious creatures with an appetite for blood and carnage, but his opinion changed after he met you.

not too long ago, his superiors instructed him to keep an eye on a devil that recently appeared at his highschool. the mission seemed interesting enough considering that you were quite a mistery for the PS– there were no records of your existence anywhere in their database, which meant that you were either a very old and incredibly powerful devil who had not once died in hell or you just spawned out of the blue in the heart of Tokyo. either way, his curiosity was piqued and he had great expectations.

those high hopes were shattered within hours of meeting you. with an obnoxious attitude, basically nonexistent knowledge of the human world and a tendency to get in trouble you were the epitome of stupidity. you were as bad as Denji, no. worse. at least the blond could listen to his orders. you on the other hand, seemed to go out of your way to make his life a living hell. "hiroooo why isn't this thing working?" you'd whine, kicking the vending machine in the school's cafeteria with the rounded tip of your glossy uniform shoe. he'd already explained you multiple times how the machine worked, but you just couldn't get it through your thick skull. oh, not to mention that you couldn't grasp the concept of money and went around stealing things from classrooms and the little shops close to the school campus. you were an absolute menace.

naturally, it wasn't long until you managed to piss of everyone else in your class and got into fights with the school's bullies. problem was, your body was so weak you couldn't even use an ounce of the powers you once had, so most of the times you ended up being a punching bag until Yoshida himself dragged you out of the fight and took care of your injuries.

"i fucking hate this" you mumbled under your breath, hissing sharply as the man before you patched up a shallow cut on your leg. "why can't you just give me some blood so I can heal?"

"because that way you'll never learn to behave. sorry, but you'll have to do it the hard way"

"meaning that I have to wait weeks for this damn cut to heal itself? no thanks" you huffed, trying to get off the desk you were perched up on but he quickly tightened his grip on your thigh, giving you an irked look "stay put" . surprisingly enough you complied and stuck to pouting in silence, occasionally shifting your weight to ease the tension in your body. soon after, Yoshida finished wrapping a thin layer of gauze around your thigh and motioned you to get out of his room.

"you know, you humans are so frail. your bodies are weak and basically useless. all they can feel is pain and hunger, it's so stupid" god... you just couldn't stop complaining. if you were anyone else Yoshida would've simply let it slide, but this was too good of an opportunity to mess with you.

neatly placing the bandages back in their designated place, Yoshida hummed "well, they're not really useless. there's some pretty cool stuff these bodies of ours can feel"

"oh, please enlighten me." you scoffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest and lightly tapping your feet on the floor in expectancy, a nasty habit you picked up from one of your classmates. but there it was, you took the bait. with a nonchalant motion, the man pointed at your crotch. "there"

you gave him a quizzical look, your gaze lowering to your lap. "where?" Yoshida was once again baffled by your stupidity "between your legs, you idiot" he groaned, his eyebrows shooting up as you attempted to raise the hem of your skirt with your dainty fingers. "not here for fuck's sake. just... go to your room and figure it out yourself."

unbeknownst to him, you actually spent the whole night trying to figure out what his words meant. at first you didn't really know what to do, simply standing naked in front of the full length mirror in your bathroom, your eyes musing the curves of your body. it was the first time since you got this body when you actually took your time to explore it– the fairly long arms and narrow shoulders, the hollow space where the nape of your neck met your collarbones, the soft mounds of fat on your chest, your waist melting into plushy hips and thighs and calves, narrowing at your ankles and continued by two small feet. it was... certainly a big change compared to your previous form, but it'll have to do as long as you lived in this world. you took a deep breath before tentatively slipping a hand between your legs, waiting to feel something– as your fingers ghosted over your folds an odd sensation took over you. something sudden, fuzzy, that shook your senses awake.

your fingers moved with more confidence now, almost instinctively brushing against that little bundle of nerves that made your eyes flutter shut. "shit—" you sighed, hastly seating yourself on the floor in front of the mirror and spreading your legs, taking in the sight of your slick folds for a brief moment before rubbing little circles on your clit. it was pure bliss, warmth spreading through your limbs with each slow flick of your fingers. yea, this must've been the feeling Yoshida referred to... soon enough the knot in your lower belly tightened, hips stuttering, eyes closing shut as you reached your high and bit down on your lips. never before had you experienced such sheer pleasure and you'd be damned if you were going to waste the newly discovered potential this new body had.

from that day on, Yoshida regretted messing with you like this. you irked him enough before, but after he taught you what your body could feel your incessant whining only got worse. you were so needy all the time, begging him to show you more, to make you feel even better. without intending to, Yoshida created a greater problem for himself. but at least now he had some leverage over you, a means of keeping you in check, to make sure you don't step out of line and get into stupid fights again. and that's how you started your little after hours activity.

"ngh– Hiro don't stop feels s' good" you babbled out in a weak voice, your face mushed up into his pillow. from his spot at the desk littered with notebooks and papers, Yoshida nodded absentmindedly. if he were to turn around he knew he'd be met with a pretty view– you on your knees with your back curved into a perfect arch, heaving chest flush against the mattress as two of his devil's tentacles held your hips up in the air. a third appendage slid in and out of your cunt, making you mewl and squirm. however, the assignment he was currently working on was a bit more important than that. but he could still hear the squelching sounds you made with each curl of the tentacle and smell the sweet scent of your arousal lingering in the room. "keep it down, will you. can't have everyone on the hall hearing you moan like a slut."

"'m not a ah fuck– 'm not a slut" you objected, earning a chuckle from the man. he turned halfway in his chair, just enough to catch a glimpse of you from the corner of his eye, a devious smile playing on his lips "you sure look like one to me"

his comment aggravated you even more but before you could say anything a second appendage pushed past the tight ring of your pussy, stretching you open. "oh god it's t-too much—" but he wasn't paying any attention to you anymore, his focus shifting back to his homework.

you hated how disinterested he was, how easy it was for him to just do his work while he let the Octopus Devil handle your insatiable needs. at first it was enough, but then you wanted something more. you wanted him, and the fact that he was so unresponsive to all your attempts to get him to please you himself was unnerving.

you tried all the tricks you heard the other girls in your class did with their boyfriends; looking at him with pretty doe eyes, bending over in front of him to pick something up from the ground, giving him full view of your panties, damn– you were literally naked on his bed. anything to get him riled up but he still wouldn't give in. you'd lie if this wasn't the most humbling experience in your entire life– stooping so low as to let your cunt be stuffed by another devil's tentacles in hopes of having Yoshida just lay a finger on you. a soft moan rolled past your lips as one of the appendages slithered up to your clit, making your eyes roll back in your skull. "yoshida can you u-uh look at me" you mewled, letting out a frustrated huff when the man shrugged. "i'm busy, as you can see, and if you don't behave I'll command the Octopus devil to stop... well, whatever he's doing."

"but Hiro I want you t-to watch me" you pressed and he finally put his pencil down, turning his chair to face you "happy now?"

in fact you were more than happy– despite his obvious disinterest and annoyance, your walls fluttered around the tentacles just from having him look at you. "y-yea happy. so, so happy" you squirmed, propping yourself up on your forearms to give him a better view of your tits. Yoshida only sighed, rolling his eyes "i know what you're trying to do and it won't work. i'm not fucking you."

"pretty please" you begged, wiggling your hips in a desperate attempt to tempt him. still, to no avail. Yoshida watched you with an amused smile etched onto his face. seeing you this desperate was quite entertaining, he couldn't lie, and you sure made a pretty sight for sore eyes, but he wouldn't dream of actually touching you like you wanted him to. instead, he got up from his chair and languidly moved by your side, crouching down next to the pile of your messily discarded clothes. "no, I won't do it" but why not. "because needy girls like you aren't my type"

you scoffed at his remark and he quickly gripped your jaw, tilting your head up so he could get a better look at your fucked out expression– you were a mess, fighting back tears of pleasure as the tentacles buried themselves deeper inside your soaked cunt, hitting all the right spots; you bit down on your lip. he wiped a string of drool seeping from the corner of your mouth, tracing his fingers over your bottom lip. "but i guess it's not your fault you're like this. after all, i'm the one who taught you how to please yourself" you let out a shallow moan after hearing his words, looking up at him with glossy eyes.

"poor you... i bet it sucks, being a hotshot down in hell for so many years just to end up a slut on earth." he continued and you felt a familiar warmth pooling in your core. Yoshida noticed you were getting off to this by the way you nipped at your bottom lip and the flare in your eyes, his grin melting into a soft, compassionate smile "consider this your punishment for putting me through so much shit at school these months. although I've got to give it to you, since we started this routine of ours you've been more behaved."

you nodded eagerly, shifting forward to lean closer to him "yea, I've been good. always so good".

"not always, just when it suits you" he chuckled, giving the crown of your head a light pat "but you're getting there. keep it up and i might give you what you want one day as a little reward. until then though, you'll have to do with those." Yoshida gestured at the tentacles behind you and you nodded frantically. you only head half of what he was saying, too blissed out to pay attention to his words. you were getting close to your high, slick already dripping from your hole onto the sheets.

"you're so messy... i always have to change the sheets after you leave" he sighed "but you might as well go ahead and cum for me since you need it so badly"

that did it for you. before you knew it, your body spasmed and you gushed around the appendages– your fluids leaking onto the bed, soaking the mattress. "'m sorry so sorry Hiro" you babbled out, riding out your high as you pushed your hips back, making the tentacles fully fill you up. "don't worry about it. just enjoy" he said softly, his fingers gently combing through your hair.

when you eventually came down from your nth high of the day your body slumped against the mattress, your chest heaving with each shallow breath you took. Yoshida looked down at you with an amused glint in his eyes. he could tell you've had your fair share for the day so he retracted the tentacles around your body, making them disappear into thin air. you made no move to get out of his bed, instead curling up into a ball and hugging his duvet close to your chest, your breath slowly settling. "hey, hey don't get too comfortable. you're not sleeping here." he insisted but you wouldn't budge.

it was already pretty late, curfew was about to sound and it'd be pretty hard to explain a naked girl on his bed if someone came to check up on him, but Yoshida somehow couldn't bring himself to shun you. moments like these, when you laid so peacefully in bed were among the only times you were actually tolerable so despite his better judgement he pried the blanket from your arms and wrapped it around body before returning to the desk to finish his assignment.

still, it wasn't too long until he heard the duvet rustling and he turned to see what you were doing. you were once again laying on your stomach with your bare feet bashfully kicking in the air, eyeing him with a lustful gaze. when you noticed him watching you, you melted your chest into the mattress and hid your teasing grin behind your dainty hand, lifting your hips then slowly dropping them to the other side, not once breaking the eye contact "why not just give me that reward you mentioned now, hm, Hiro? for safe measure." god, you truly were hopeless...

[koishiro]

would you do a yoshida moodboard from chainsaw man? (if you know him that is) maybe old man kishibe?

Dating Yoshida Hirofumi <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : oh my god I love yoshida 🥹😭

kishibe will be followed up soon! 💕

[riaki]

PHEW okay. rn im working on a yoshida fic but i completely spitballed and went off the rails ...... so um. might be a while before that comes out, so take some (many) thoughts and drabbles of weird stalker boy instead !! yoshida hirofumi x reader

@twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat take this for yoshi fluff n some mild angst.. for now......

i feel like yoshida would definitely be the kinda guy to give his all in keeping it together; especially with his position as student council president (that he's only half-committed to, really) topped off with his life in the private sector of devil hunting, his image is extremely important to him. not because he has a huge ego or is self-obsessed, but he knows that a lot of people look up to him and rely on him. that being said, he's (probably, yoshida lore when) only human, and he's bound to struggle and wrestle with the workload he's chained to, and it can often get the best of his emotions and stress him out.

so a little word of encouragement here, a sweet 'washed your dishes and your clothes cus i saw you were busy' there would be everything he needs to spur himself on even if he's exhausted; hearing the phrase "i'm proud of you." from your mouth in your sweet, sweet voice? makes it all worth it. 

all considered, he doesn't want you to do too much for him; he never lets you pay for your shared meals or drive the two of you home, BUT you should give it your all in trying anyway! acts of service for him seem subtle, but they really mean the world to him when you try so hard to lighten his burden. he thinks it's the most endearing thing on the planet. on the days he lacks the energy to even utter a small mumble of protest, he'll let you take the wheel- but those days are rare, so capitalize on the opportunity! being a gentleman is tiring, so make him coffee (not black) instead of letting him buy the headache-inducing cans of sickeningly sweet caffeine from the vending machines outside his apartment when you rise early enough to; let him fall asleep in your lap and gently play with his hair while you handle a homework assignment for him or two. bonus points if he wakes up to something sweet or savory made by those hands of yours that he loves to hold so much; do that, and he might just dream of marrying you the next time he indulges in an afternoon nap in the confines of your arms. 

(and when you hold him to your chest and whisper sweet nothings into his ears on the days he's earned further affection from you? it makes him feel like he's being granted a visit from the heavens, though hell knows he'll never make it up there. but, if he thinks he's being honest, it doesn't matter to him- not when you're right in front of him, a taste of divinity. not when you're gently tracing each slope and ridge in the shape of his left ear, thumb tenderly prodding at the soft skin between the cold metal piercings on his ear. it's like you're mapping out just this minuscule section of his body, and he's found himself praying to whatever's out there that you'll always be here to give him this; that one day, you'll have ran your fingers over every inch of him, memorizing the intricacies of the very bones in his body.)

to me, his primary love language would definitely be quality time- more so for him than you (but he still hopes you enjoy it enough to indulge him. makes him feel like a kid in a candy store with free reign over his monthly allowance.) meaningful talks with you and silly fun banter is all he needs to take his mind off the stresses currently throwing him for a loop and let loose a little. that’s one of the reasons why he fell so head over heels for you— you make it a little easier to breath whenever you’re around him. also... he loves the look on your face whenever he surprises you with gifts, so count on an uninvited bouquet of flowers in some varying hue of your eye color, or surprise boxes of jewelry- that is, if he can afford it. if not, he'll take you out when the weather is pleasant enough and you're in the mood for a cup of boba or an evening out in the nearest shopping district, browsing the warmly lit stands as the chatter of people bustling by fills your ears and he holds onto your hands in the simple pretext of not wanting you to get lost as he buys every mouth-watering festival food you lay your eyes on without hesitation. maybe he'll even treat you to a quick stop at a standing ramen restaurant- and if you're too tired to support yourself on your own two legs, he has no problem carrying you. after all, with his private devil hunting, you both know he's more than capable of that. and so, rest-assured you’ll return home on those gleeful days with full stomaches, bags n boxes full of sticky dango and fresh glistening apples the shades of a red autumn, and giddy smiles coupled with painted strawberry blush that dusts your cheeks and stains your ears. and if, throughout that entire vivid night of fireworks and sweet n savory scents drifting from stalls and the treats in the hands of vivacious children, you happen to get some crumbs or powder on your cheeks, he's more than happy to wipe it away with an affectionate thumb and earnest smile— or even lean in for a taste straight from your flushed skin.

on the topic of his side job in the private sector, though- yoshida prefers to keep you as far away as possible from the side of his life that's three feet deep and counting in missions at the Bureau. and of course, he takes no pleasure in lying to your face, especially when he realizes that you realize the half-assed mutters that fall from his lips don't answer the questions you demand answers to. 

he knows it's a necessity, though. so he never tells you the truth when it comes to this matter. 

but you can only see the tip of the iceberg of cold, guilty pain that washes over him when he watches your trust in him slip like you're loosing your footing; the excuses he spins that you don't buy and the way he feels like he's being scrutinized beneath your burning gaze as your eyes rove over the rough cuts on his arms and the blooming purple bruise on his jaw that you know isn't a love mark (or at least, you hope so. your mind won’t let you consider the possibility.) makes him feel guiltier than ever. on every other occasion, he never shies away from your gaze; for one, he’s well aware of how attractive he is, but all the compliments and shy confessions he’s ever received feel minuscule when you look at him like he’s your world, so loving that it seems to make the sun shine an inkling brighter and the birds outside his window sing a little sweeter amongst the symphony of nature. but on less pleasant occasions, when it feels like you’re appraising him— no. not just him. appraising his words, weighing them on a golden scale that’s supposed to be unbiased towards the truth, but your heart can’t take the strain when you consider the possibility of him lying to you, and he feels more distant from you every time you look at him in a way that makes him want to shrink away and shut himself up from your prying eyes that he knows are only well-intentioned— which is all the more reason why he falters under the weight of them.

but it’s not like he’d ever tell you that, though. so really, it’s up to you to decide how you act; to probe him and risk a few unintentionally harsh words aimed in your direction in the hopes of confronting the issue head-on before it’s too late, or simply sit back and let it fester until it’s grown out of control and manifests into a hurtful argument for both parties. miscommunication is the enemy to your relationship :(

that being said, yoshida is a bit of a control freak. when things don’t go the meticulous way he’s planned them out, he starts to loose his cool pretty easily, stressing his pretty head off about this and that, biting on his lip and curling a hand into his dark hair. really, though, it’s a simple fix— he tends to get overwhelmed easily only when it comes to things like this, n so all you have to do is tear him away from whatever’s preoccupying him and hold him, soothe his nerves by running your hands through his hair and rubbing gentle circles into his back. like i said, acts of service are really meaningful to him, esp w his line of work— makes him feel all fuzzy on the inside, like there’s a cluster of stars in his chest, his heart stuttering like a broken engine and a bouquet of lilies flowering in his stomach, petals clogging his throat and making it impossible for him to voice his gratitude. and so, after he calms down, he’ll take your hand and pepper little kisses on your knuckles until you ask him to stop with a bright smile and a laugh that sounds like the trickling melody of a running spring water stream.

but that’s an if, though. yoshida might not always manage to calm down— and sometimes his frustration will get the better of him. it might be difficult to manage; he’s so composed and collected for the most part that the meticulous patience required to deal with his boiling vexation might be unfamiliar to you, so it’ll be a bumpy slope. so try to be understanding in the case that he ever snaps at you, and know that he never means to hurt someone as important to him as you. give him time, and he’ll come around. <3

[scumvillains]

yoshida is a freak

initially hes unnerving, makes you feel uneasy

youve told him plenty of times youre just friends he cant just lean in for rough bites of kisses or let icy, cruel, hands brush so closely to your ass, and for a while he listens, understands maybe he needs to play with food a little before he devours it

so he lets you have your fun, partaking in a handful of uneventuful relationships. because he needs you to need him. and eventually you do. after every bump in the uneven ground that is your narrow array of suitors youre at his door, welcomed in before listening to his soft coos at your ear like a thick warm syrup

sweetheart, youre in the right

how could he say that?

you deserve so much better

oh come here, ive got you

and doesnt he? hes proding you with a fork like the finest cut of meat he believes you are but every hair of yours he tucks away from your tear stricken face, gentle kiss he places on the crown of your head, and comforting carress to your skin has you feeling more than youve felt at all lately

and you dont see the venmous glint in his eye when he hears the doorbell and knows it means theres a issue in your endeavors. you dont see the hospital bills for the past suitors hes sent there, bloody, broken, bandaged. you dont see him hidden behind corridors as you foolishly entertain these boys nor do you see the nightly inner workings of his corrupted brain conjuring up pretty images of you clinging to him, the concept of your whines paired with dewy tears making his cock flushed, red, angry

so you sniffle, lean up, and press your plush lips to his, hungry hands immediately traveling down to hold your hips in a deathly grip, while he lets out a content sigh against your mouth that cant be anything else but a desperate affirmation of victory

he can finally devour

[verilly]

Yoshida Headcanons

Warnings: none, hooray!

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Yoshida who looks super hot and handsome and kind of freaky on the outside, but on the inside has never touched another person (non violently) in his life

Yoshida who always sleeps at least four inches away from you because he doesn’t want to bother you if he snores (he doesn’t even know if he does)

Yoshida who always sleeps after you whether you like it or not

Yoshida who also manages to wake up before you do

Yoshida who never gets sick but always takes care of you when you catch a cold (it’s because he’d built an insane immune system)

Yoshida who as a kid, strictly ate dirt and worms for funsies while his guardian watched in horror

Yoshida who looks like a sickly orphan boy lurking in the shadows at night because he just came back from stalking Denji

Yoshida who always catches onto the smallest things and will do anything it takes to lift up your mood even just a little bit

Yoshida who is touch starved but doesn’t know it because his job is so busy

Yoshida who seems distant and closed off only because he’s actually never handled other people well before

Yoshida who either can’t sing for shit but hums to your favorite songs you play on repeat or…

Yoshida who swears up and down that he can’t sing but actually sounds like a god

Yoshida who sometimes walks with you from a distance making it look like he’s your stalker (on accident)

Yoshida who smothers you with everything you enjoy on some days because he just felt like it

Yoshida who kisses you so infrequently you forget what he tastes like (he doesn’t mean to)

Yoshida who won’t start anything romantic unless you start it first

Yoshida who touches the back of your neck to freak you out and laugh

Yoshida who sometimes, once in a blue moon, kisses you in public (in front of Denji) so he can ‘assert his dominance’

Yoshida who acts like a sad puppy when you get hurt

Yoshida who is willing to die because you got hurt because of him (maybe something related to his job)

Yoshida who bites you for fun when you two are hugging

Yoshida who’s touches can be read as romantic or sexual but in reality they’re just a sign of platonic affection

Yoshida who cannot for the life of him read obvious social cues (either that or he doesn’t care)

Yoshida who has cold ass hands that need to be warmed 24/7 with yours

[pfpanimes]

⌕ chainsaw man - yoshida hirofumi.

like or reblog if you save/use.

[lehguru]

HIGH-SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS + YOSHIDA HIROFUMI

you meet your high-school sweetheart after years of not seeing him!!

warnings: this is part of fluff month, this was too long but...d-dont look at me + requests are open ! check pinned post for requesting rules

you remember he was gorgeous during high-school. yoshida was one of the prettiest boys not only in your class, but, and everyone agreed, in the entire school. and you were close to him. and you loved him. you thought he felt the same – he told you more than once about his feelings and you two almost started to date – and you thought you two would end up sticking together after graduation. until he disappeared completely one day.

you thought something happened because of his job. in the next weeks of his disappearance, you watched the news religiously, wanting to see if his face appeared as "young devil hunter victim of a devil attack". but no. nothing ever came up.

years later, you still thought about it. the old polaroids that you kept in a box, hidden in the deepest part of your closet, reminded you of his face and the future your younger self planned. one of the pictures was really dear for you. you were smiling at the camera, doing a peace sign with your hand; yoshida stood next to you, but he wasn't looking at the camera like you. he was looking at your smiling self, a soft smile on his lips. your hopes of seeing him again slowly died throughout the years and that box was just something that hurt you.

asa and denji, your high school friends, wanted to see you. for a long, really long, time, they kept on sending you texts and leaving voicemails on your phone to invite you out. your schedule made it really hard for you to fit a meet-up in, so you always end up refusing. but it's asa and denji. they would find a way.

and they did. you arrived from your university early; you were glad for that moment, because it would mean that you would be able to rest more and finally watch that movie you've been wanting to watch for weeks now. you opened the door for your apartment and a fit of giggles immediately hit your ears, and you know who they belong to.

"asa?" you called out and the girl's face popped up from behind the kitchen door. "what– how did you get in here?"

"surprise!" the girl and denji said in unison. you blinked in confusion and denji took some steps forward with your favorite dish on his hands. he smiled widely and said, "we thought about surprisin' you, heh."

with the way the duo looked like, you couldn't help, but smile. you really missed those dorks. "thanks, guys. but since when you two can cook without getting yourselves all dirty?"

"i made it." a deep voice said from behind them and, when the person stepped into your view, your breath caught in your throat. yoshida? "i made your favorite from back in high school. i hope you still enjoy it."

you opened and closed your mouth twice before simply nodding and murmuring a "y-yeah, i do."

asa seemed to notice the small tension and awkwardness that slowly started to build up; she grabbed denji's arm and started to pull him, making him leave the meal in the counter before they made their way to the living room. you were pretty sure that denji murmured a "wait, weren't they lovers or somethin'? why the fuck are you pullin' me away" before they were out of sight.

yoshida took a few steps forward, until he was right in front of you. he was taller and so much more handsome than you remember. his hair was shorter, he had two new lip piercings – snake bites, if you recalled the name right – and the way that his t-shirt hugged his body made you notice his toned muscles. his hand slowly came to hold your cheek and you let him.

"why did you leave?" these words slipped past your lips before you could stop them.

yoshida sighed and looked into your eyes, his dark irises seemed to engulf you inside them. "sorry 'bout that. i still don' know why i left. scared, i guess." he finished his sentence with a humourless chuckle. "could we start over? you can punch me if you want, i just–"

"not that early." you murmured, taking his hand away from your face. you started walking to the kitchen, softly bumping your shoulder on his while you were passing by the man. with the corner of your eye, you noticed his face drop and your heart clenched with the urge to forgive him. "you're gonna have to cook a lot for me before i fully forgive you. for free too."

the deep laughter that he did made you smile too. "yeah, sure. i need a place to stay anyway, i can be your butler."

2023 © content belongs to lehguru, but the characters used on them belong to their respective creators!!

[kittyzu]

obsessive yoshida who threatens to lock you up and keep you as his personal fuck toy anytime another man tries to get your attention. he likes denji but he wouldn’t have a problem killing his own friend if he even thinks about you.

you belong to him and only he can use you as he pleases.

[saintkaylaa]

sexy time…

(aki, kishibe, angel, & yoshida)

note: you schedule shexs

warnings: suggestive, sex?, gn!reader, f!reader on kishibe

— aki

— angel

— kishibe

— yoshida

[aliennazero]

This is like... one of the gayest paneling I have ever seen in shounen, IT LOOKS SO INTENTIONAL ISTG. Fujimoto you can't keep get away from this.

The romantic/platonic subtlety isn't very visible in English, in the original Japanese ver HOWEVER—

*open my eyes wide to make sure I'm not insane and hallucinating*

I don't have such knowledge on Japanese language but I could read it for a bit. In this exact scene where their expression is shown face to face, when they talk, they didn't use any specific plural pronoun (they/you all) except for context giver in the middle.

When we exclude the middle frame and directly translate other lines, up and below, we will have something like this.

"Ore tte ii ko na no ni nande?" (But I am a good boy, why?)

"Kimi o kirai dakara sa." (Because you are hated)

*VERY DRAMATIC zoom in*

"Nande demo-tai to tatakatte nda?" (Why fighting the protesters?)

"Kimi o suki dakara." (Because you are adored/liked)

*gritting my teeth and punching the air* If we take a look at it again, that sounds like some sort of a VERY deliberate double meaning words right?

Since "Kimi o suki dakara" could mean "Because I like you" and it sounds like as if Yoshida also fighting for Denji versus people who hates him (the protester).

After that, it cut shorts to the next panel where Denji say this-

Then they had a brief moment of silence where Denji looked up at Yoshida and Yoshida's eyes remain hidden.

It's so??? Skskskskskk. Fujimoto, what kind of yoai are you sniffing when writing these two.

[crscntwhite]

⠀   ⠀ h. yoshida:: first date headcanons ✧

↳ pairing ✧ ➼ hirofumi yoshida x m!reader

↳ summary ✧ ➼ soft headcanons of what yoshida's habits are on your first date with him.

↳ word count ✧ ➼ 284 wrds

↳ content warnings ✧ ➼ very very minor mention of homophobia

↳ author's note ✧ ➼ a v quick headcanon list to help me get out of writer's block from a request i got (i promise i'm almost finished with it!). requests are still open.

always read the content warnings before reading. fem!readers dni.

yoshida is definitely a hand holder. anywhere you go, no matter where it might be, he is gently holding your hand but tight enough so you don't feel obligated to ever let go.

sometime your fingers will intertwine. other times it's just doan-facing palms. no matter what way you hold hands, yoshida does it so you can feel safe and comfortable with him.

he is also an incredible listener. he's willing to do anything you want to do. if you wanted to go to a coffee shop, he'd let you pick the location and whatever you wanted on the menu. if you wanted to go to a movie, he'd let you pick whatever film is showing at the time.

yoshida will stare at you. he admires your beauty and doesn't know when to look away from you. so expect to be meeting each other's eyes a lot.

he also loves giving you small kisses on your hands and cheeks every now and then.

if you two are in public walking around the city, or just around other people in general, he will silently boast about the fact he has a boyfriend to the strangers passing by you two.

yoshida will subtly "shove" your relationship in people's faces when he has the chance to. not only because he's proud that you're his magnificent boyfriend, but because he's very protective of you and wants to tell others "he's mine."

he doesn't care if other people look at you two in disgust when you exchange kisses (of course, he asks beforehand if it's okay to do so). he covers your ears when he notices insulting murmurs. he doesn't want you to feel bad on this pleasant day.

[starrbright]

GREED AND EVERYTHING BETWEEN

CSM Yoshida x Chubby Reader

These devil hunters know a thing or two about greed, sure, but the thin line between the difference of a hungry devil and them; a devil hunter, when they met you—it fades easily.

AFAB reader, use of pet names. 20+ age of characters. JEALOUSY ( the title is literally greed 🚶🏽‍♀️) stalking. obsession. finger sucking. fingering. intercrural sex. vaginal sex. unprotected sex. yoshida being creepy as fuck. it was fun to explore his creepy ass.

If you saw that first post, no you didn't. decided to separate them. 5.3K words. got carried away and wanted to take a different route with the whole thing. HIMENO. KOBENI.

You were nothing interesting, to Yoshida's mind, that is--but that's not to say you hadn't caught his eyes from the first time you met or since then. Even when you barely spoke or showed much emotions other than satisfaction with the competency with your work, if that is such an emotion anyway. Though, a lot of people were like that in the divison; closed off, and almost could say the same to him.

But could it have been avoided for him to get curious when you two were always paired up when demanded, and still when you work well enough together, you didn't pay him no attention. He was fucking nosy after all.

Though it was him who was not paying attention, at least not enough. And how fucking thankful you were for that. Because how embarrassing it would be if he found out you had a crush on him? How silly you'd look? )): Everything that you got away with; stolen glances at him when you walk together, when he's too busy fighting his enemies, you'd see how smug he is when in his element and it makes you purse your lips as a smile would show, all the while you're fighting, too. Looking back at him when you pass by each other in the hallways. Thinking of him as long as your mind let you, heart always faltering whenever he's there. Any emotion besides neutrality would threaten to stitch to your face as your insides would flutter. Still, there was thrill in the risk, even more as you knew he would spare you glances when you weren't looking, as he thinks, that is. It was fun, letting yourself indulge a silly crush with your co-worker, it was a game of your own, better left hidden and just left like that.

But you got carried away with it. Confident that you wouldn't get caught because it had been a long while, so you didn't worry; your guard let down.

So inevitably, ): you got caught faltering.

And that's when Yoshida found that he had been blindsided by you all along. In the moment of your fight, there you were letting your eyes go to him again, his enemies was locked by the octopus devil and he's spouting words that were probably pissing them off. Then the bitten smile you had was let off as his eyes found yours, so much enough of seconds has passed that he's seen you looking to him and only then you woke up. Those short seconds that could count so long more than it should because you know he saw the amusement in your eyes, the smile you were hiding. All of what you were then was gone and there you truly are, right in front of his very eyes.

Yoshida smirked at your frozen state, even when you were a bit far away from each other, he can clearly see how you lost so much of your composure and of you, seeing him how smug after he got over a second of surprise.

You didn't think such a mere moment would have you fearing more than the devils you fight.

For someone like Yoshida.....for a thing like that to get past by him, it was something--something fucking rare, and he couldn't just let it go without having his own amusement. After all, you owe him that much.

And did he fucking got it. But he didn't expect it to turn out what it had been, what now was--he's not complaining though. Not when you were trembling beneath his hold, your eyes that was dwelling with tears as you looked at him pleadingly, what you were saying with them, he's not sure of, whether you wanted him to continue or to stop--it made him want more to just have you there.

But let's go back from where your end had begun, shall we?

You distanced yourself from him as your tasks were done, you can see his eyes on you seconds after seconds, and you know that he knows, and he knows you're avoiding it, keeping your hands in your pocket as they were shaking. One would think that what's gotten you shaken up was because you fought such creatures but no, it was because of the person besides you who looks harmless but you knew that was wrong and it can be so much from there on.

As you continue to walk to where the rendezvous is for your team, he spoke, "Don't you think I did well back there?" Your feet slowed down while your breathing increased. After a long while that you worked together, this was the first time he spoke to you besides about work and even from that, it was rare. You couldn't speak but just stopped there.

Yoshida went to you close enough that you could shudder as he lowered his voice, "Your smile back there would say that you agree, no?" Even when you were now feeling all of the beating of your heart in your body, you managed to force yourself to look at him, and you wish you hadn't. He had the look that he always had whenever facing his opponents; the thrill to conquer, a prey to be taken, and you know damn much of it because, well...it's what gotten you in this predicament, right? Because you always had your eyes on him.

It turns out that your admiring eyes weren't enough to see through him. Because if you did, you wouldn't be feeling so much of dread as you got caught in your own harmless game. You wouldn't envision a mouse getting caught in the trap by playing with the bait. Surprise surprise, your frisky actions had daunting consequences; him, the object of your said actions, and him, the price for it.

As you stared at him and you're unmoving, fear is what he sees. He doesn't think he had seen it before in you, and that was saying a lot, given when your life is always at stake from what you do. He's found at that second, he likes that look on you; cowering.

He went to your ear, his voice echoing of promise with threat, "So frighten already, little mouse? I'm just getting started with you."

You knew there was no escape for you there on. Literally. Both of you were posted to look after the chainsaw fiend, enrolled together in a public high school in doing so. How ironic, isn't it? There you were indulging yourself in a little crush that had you feeling you were back in school in your hometown, innocent and fleeting. And there you are now. A reality check is what you would call it, a hit to put you back in your place but the only different thing is, there's no going back to your normal life anymore, at least fighting devils daily was normal as it was your job.

What wasn't normal is your nerves spiraling as you went closer to the gate of the school, dreading to see that fearful gaze so early in the morning, and what did you expect? That he wasn't just gonna show out of nowhere, making you jump and clutch your bag tightly that was on your shoulder, him with his head tilted and a lazy smile, enough to keep you on your toes for the whole day?

"The uniform suits you, aren't I lucky to get to see you in that every day?" Nothing was much more than adorable in his eyes as he looked at you. You looked good in the usual work clothes of a devil hunter, sure, he admits--and to have seen you waver so much in that said attire for a short span, your demeanor that you had when you wore it, that was lost because of him, was great as well. But you're looking so cute in that white long-sleeved shirt, black top and skirt, a ribbon to top it all off. Fear again in your eyes, no less. It was a feast.

"Still not speaking to me, huh?" Yoshida leans down a bit and you flinched when he did. Giving him no answer but a worried reaction, he smirked. "But I'll have you squeaking to no end in no time."

You didn't think it'd get worse from there but of course, it did.

First day of it and you just had to be in the same class, out of your control or choice. The chainsaw boy hasn't done any shit for you both to be alarmed, letting him to let loose, and a problem to you. )): It should be nothing, really, all he's doing is just looking at you, sometimes tapping your desk or calling out to you with a small utter of your name, but it affected you well enough for him to be entertained. Minutes to minutes, you'd spare him that wavering gaze or pleading eyes to tell him to stop, or you're pushing your chair a little away from him. Then after classes to after checking on what was demanded, he's there again to pester you. Silent but still there, walking off to somewhere like he wasn't there.

It was paying off, amused by how well you're still keeping up. Though, that makes him wonder how long and what follows after. So he pushed a bit further. )):

Finally, you're left alone as you walk in the hallway and for the first time in a while, you felt at ease. But that was suddenly ruined when a finger poked your side as a voice followed that made you jumped and lose it. Anger immediately rises and you knew who it was, turning around to face him, all senses left and your voice took over. "Will you stop?!" It was all over you and you realized as you saw his shocked face. Your eyes wide as saucers and you took a step back once his look began to turn back to normal.

Yoshida follows with one step, leaning down further than you ever have been close. "Well....looks like the little mouse finally squeaked." His breath was fanning yours and heavy was how you breathed. He stayed like that, enjoying how you lashed out and how you took it in.

But having enough of what he was doing, you managed to have some fucking courage to look at him with pleading eyes that was beginning to water and a hand that was trembling to reach up to his shoulder, just above his chest, "P-please....stop..." In a breathless and shaking voice you uttered, weakening fingers crippled up his polo and his eyes showed something you've never seen before, one that had you thinking you shouldn't have done and got you running away from him.

His hand went to where your hand just were, crippling up the already crippled fabric, his face lighting up.

Oh, what have you done?

What a piece of work you are. For him, rather, just so perfect for his nosy ass. Unfolding and unfolding. So he can't stop now. Because how could he when that face he saw, what you gave him, it kept him up all night. Your begging voice, he heard it even as his eyes drifted off. You've haunted him since then.

He had to do something about it.

And what he did is you didn't expect, for how many fucking times, you don't know. "Come with me to the cafe I go to." Yoshida spoke as you both walked out of class, but you just avoided his gaze and continued to walk. He just followed, huffing a grin, expecting it wouldn't be easy. But the challenge always only made it more fun.

"Come on, it's my treat, take it as an apology and I'll be off your back." He wouldn't, really, and he figures you know that. Your walking slowed down, mind contemplating, "Denji might get into some trouble again." You said but still not facing him, yet you saw his grin turn wide, if anything, it made you scared but you were getting worn out from his games. So you might as well entertain him willingly.

"So let's save his ass then and be off."

After catching and finishing what the said fiend had started, with untainted clothes, thankfully--you found yourself sitting across from him with the food you guys ordered. "Didn't think you'd actually agreed."

"And I don't think you would've given up if I didn't."

He leans back, smirking at your pissed off tone, and frankly, you couldn't give a fuck anymore if you showed it. The person you were admiring from a far yet still close, had become the reason why your walls was fading, and he was doing such a shit job at it.

Then he leans forward down on the table, his chin on his hand, almost a pout on him, "I thought you like me."

No hesitation at all, "Now you fucking annoy me." There goes your restraint.

Yoshida laughed, head thrown back, his loud voice bouncing off the walls and what a pleasant sound it was to your ears. Maybe he isn't doing such a shit job at it after all.

Your blunt expression began to wear off and turned gentle as he calms down, seeing some twinkling in his eyes. You've really lost it. "We should do this some time again."

Well, at least you knew at the beginning he was lying about him getting off you back, it made a little easier to agree with the notion.

There it was set for your walls to crumble down completely. Slowly, he did. It was easy, one moment you're cowering to lashing out to being yourself to him. And it was supposed to end there, he was supposed to be bored by then. At least, that's what he expected. But of course, like any other thing we do to spite others for our own gain, it came back biting him in the ass. Like any other cliche story, he began to see you. More than you did.

And......not to mention he hasn't forgotten that moment of your such weakness, tearing up to him. He wanted to see it again, and the other thing, of course, how could he forget that?

That you like him.

That he can still see how you steal glances at him, the wavering in your eyes way gone and replaced with utter delight and curiosity; you're not faltering to him anymore. You were.....comfortable. Comfortable enough to trust him. Comfortable enough to not suspect he was following you home every day now. To not see his ever observant eyes gazing at your long skirt flying up because of the wind, catching a glimpse of your legs and thighs. He never had the chance to think he was deprived of such a sight. To not notice why he was the reason your handkerchiefs would always be lost.

.....Comfortable enough for you to be friendly with others, for you to smile so freely at them, only then he remembers that even when you were okay with each other--you've never smile at him like that. That's when he felt something inside him snap, not realizing that his rope was going thin.

You like him, didn't you? So what would stop him for him to have you? Absolutely nothing.

And there he goes. Wanting his.....feelings to be known. Taking you both to an empty classroom as it was break, pulling you away before you could even speak of what to eat. "Is something wrong?" You asked as your eyes roamed the room, expecting for him to talk about a serious situation.

........The situation is serious, alright.

It is, when Yoshida had a readable expression as he turned to her after closing the door. You've never once had read his face that allowed you to guess what he was thinking of, you never saw through him. But as he walks closer to you, each step he made had you see what he wants to do and you just stood there, unable to believe that the thought in your mind is unfolding right in front of you the very second.

Before you could utter his name, his hand went to your chin, cupping it. Yoshida stared down at you, eyes determined but he took the time to look at yours, finding uncertainty in them, it was close enough to the fear he saw back then. Then it went down to your lips, he was fazed by them but your eyes didn't look at his but just his eyes, disbelief still running high.

Then nothing could have prepared you when his lips met yours, a gasp leaving you when he leaned in, your eyes closing, nonetheless. The hold on your chin softens to cup your cheek, it eases you but still you clenched your fists on his shoulders. Your mouths remained like that, locked on each other, but really, it was because you couldn't fathom what was happening, and frankly scared to do anything to end it, scared to mess up. Yoshida however.....he'd almost feel the same but if anything, he was relishing the state you were in, more so by the warmth engulfing his mouth, letting it stay and run through all over him, all the way to you.

He was a patient one, he likes to think that he is, anyway, but not so much that he's not moving his lips now, leading yours to follow. An arm coming around your waist, pulling you closer to him, one leg going in your middle and you feel a tent growing on him, making you gasp. Yoshida took that opportunity to let his tongue in, your breathing gone as his mouth closed on you, his tongue roaming and a whimper from you for you can't keep up, let alone handle it--your fingers now digging in his shoulders, the layers of fabrics was nothing as he felt your nails, it only makes him go for more. Going further from your straying away gesture with a few sloppy kisses with his eyes opened, seeing how you were so flushed out as he continued to smack your lips, before finally pulling away.

Thin ropes of drool, your fluttering eyes and panting mouth. Yoshida caressed your face, his fingers grazing and rubbing your cheek to ear to your nape and neck, melting in his touch with shuddering breaths and dazed eyes.

The power he had. He felt. How he wants to wield it.

He squeezed your waist firmly that it made you flinch and hold his hand there, your eyes to him. Yoshida's lips curved so little, "There's my little mouse."

"....What?" You managed to let out. Even when he already did what he did, you still couldn't believe it.

"Oh, do I have to spell it out for you?" He asked, knowing you couldn't answer. He had an idea to make it easier for you.

"How about I just show you?"

Yoshida sat himself on a desk of a chair, pulling on your waist so that you're on him, your back to his front, so against each other that you feel his cock on you, making you bit your tongue.

He bunched up your skirt, showing your thin spandex shorts, from how short and tight it was on you could be mistaken as your panty. He smirked. His other hand teased its way from your knee to kneading your fat thighs, leaving a mark by how his fingers dragged and felt it up, going up until your sex, tutting his fingers above it, and you're flinching.

He cupped it, too slowly and gently, your head falling down on his shoulder. You were stiff but he knew what to do with that, "Relax," he whispered in your ear before biting on it. Then he put force in it, caressing it firmly in a repeated motion, one of your hands went to his nape and the other to his arm that was playing with your mound, moving against it, you pursed your moans, closed eyes.

But that he won't do. Two of his fingers pressed tightly on your mound, your clit was greatly affected by it that it made you twitch hardly but he just locked his hold on your stomach more while he kept the firm hold on you that offered your heat something so greatly. Still your sounds was muffled.

"Don't keep those sounds."

"B-but....what if, what if someone hears?" you panted while he took off the ribbon swiftly and opened your blouse, pushing the cloth out of the way, revealing your neck and chest bare to him.

"Even better." Yoshida left sloppy and wet kisses on your neck, the hand on your stomach going up to your breast as he continued his ministration on your cunt, you weren't keeping your sounds anymore.

Getting needier by the second, huffs of breaths you let out as you grind yourself against his hand while he was now licking and sucking your neck, feeling your slick pool beneath against the fabrics. Yoshida only grinned, "Look at you, I haven't even actually touched you--let alone your shorts still in the way and I can already feel that you're soaked." He speaks, admiring the marked that he made on you.

"Please," you whimpered. Fuck, he needs to hear that tone again, it made it his cock twitch--and that was saying a lot since his cock was all throbbing and pulsating even when he only was kissing you.

"Hmm? Please what?" He daunts, holding your neck now as if he was choking you, his hand on your cunt slowing down but you're still keeping your pace.

Though you didn't answer, too shameful it was for you to say what you wanted. Teary eyes looking to him. How cute.

Two of his fingers went in a up and down motion, too slowly but so firmly, you feel it against your entrance and clit, his other hand squeezing your throat, "Nothing again, huh? Well, looks like you'll be coming undone with those on." As he covered your mouth with his, he went back to giving what your cunt was begging, but this time more faster and harsher. Even with his torturing, you managed to dance along with his tongue, he found that adorable but he couldn't not win though--so he dominated your mouth by gripping your throat more firmer, catching you and he took that chance to closed on your mouth again, not giving you any way to topple his tongue.

You were close, he feels it from your faltering and hurried movements. He's not so cruel as he gives what you were missing; he pressed his clothed erection to your ass, grinding it while he rubbed your cunt so hardly, gurgled moans you let out, drool making a mess on your faces. With his continued assault on you, it didn't take long to send you coming, bucking your hips harshly, fingers digging down to his nape, "Yoshida," you dragged out weakly, feeling your essence spill.

But he didn't stop though, his pace now turned gentle to ease you from your high, the hand on your throat went down to take off the belt above your stomach, loosening the black top and opened more of the buttons to reveal your bra. His hand sneaking in to feel your breast, "Stop," you barely whispered as a finger circled on your nipple, of course he didn't listen.

"Hmm? Should I ?" He nips at your ear, then he showed his hand that abused your cunt that was still clothed, no less--thin coats of your slick smeared on his fingers, "Look at that." If that already had you squirming, what he did next was just send a wave of another need for more; he hummed as he put his fingers inside his mouth, seeing his tongue roll im between his digits, having to look away at the obscenity but he had other plans. Said fingers went in your mouth, a surprised sound muffled by his slender digits that was dripping with his drool and your slick.

"Dirty little mouse." He whispers as he eyes you take his fingers, the feeling of your mouth sends down the warmth to his aching cock, throbbing at how you were obeying despite the action has you wreathing with shame, groping your breast and pulling your nipple on the while

He was far from being done though. Yoshida unhooked your skirt, that and the belt falls down on the floor, showing your trembling thighs that was glistening with sweat. Still, even when the sight has him wanting to bite and mark your abundant flesh, his cock so tight in his pants, he took his time.

He pulls down on your short along with your panty, your sensitive cunt finally against his hand. "...W-What are you doing?" You pant as he massaged your folds, so smooth it was from how wet you were, breath caught up in your throat as you knew what was coming, "Yoshida-" But he just drove a finger in you, a loud gasp as you tensed up, both of your hands going to his arm that was in you, but his hold was strong. His finger only continue to move, your mouth falling wide, moaning more when he added another finger, bony and deft digits caressing your inside, "Fuck," Yoshida groaned at how you were swallowing up his fingers--ignoring the pain of how your nails was leaving crescent marks on his arm and how his thighs was starting to ache from how he wa supporting your weight, he couldn't give a damn about that and instead made his pace more harsher and with his thumb rubbing your clit, your moans never ending.

With how stimulated your cunt was, it only took a few more for you to come, "Mmngh--Yoshida," you let out, looking up to him as your hips buck up. You really shouldn't have done that for it only made him want more. Too satisfied that you're trembling under his fingers, tears falling with your eyes so desperate for him.

This is where your end led you.

Your white long-sleeved shirt sticking to your back and thick shoulders, soaked with sweat--Yoshida in the same state with his uniform, beads of sweat trickling down all over him. And with him lining his cock underneath your cunt, sliding it between your thighs, synchronized moans as his tip tauntingly slips against your folds, his fingers dug deep on your wide hips, moving you both so as to thrust against each other, skin's making that loud flopping sound around the room. You're on your toes, ass arched back as he rammed his cock between your flesh, his own pre smearing together with your own.

Then the bell rings, almost snapping you out of your daze, a hand finding his at your hips to stop him but he couldn't care less and just continued driving in and out of your thighs, his pelvis hitting your ass so deliciously, he's in a state where it couldn't be broken as he watched your flesh jiggle with every movement, in awe of how doughy your skin was and how he can grip it so tightly and he knows it will only give you pleasure.

You felt all too shameful that you couldn't be more shameless as you felt the thrill run even higher as you hear the sounds of chatter and footsteps grew nearer to where you both are, next to the room where a class is about to begin, where the walls are thin and the sounds you both make can be heard if loud enough. And loud was the echoes of your bodies clapping against each other.

"And you want me to stop, when you're clenching me like this?" Yoshida taunts, hissing at how fucking good it was whenever you tightened on his cock, the fatness of your thighs sucking him in and out like a damn fleshlight--your puffed up mound doubling the pleasure. With a few more thrust, his hips stuttered while clenching underneath you, his cum flying on the floor. His hands wrapped around your stomach as he still rutted his cock onto you, clenching up to savor the burning heat and you're following after, squeezing him down, a hand of yours on his nape again while you cried out and how crude his groans were.

Pulsing against each other, you breathed down together, he's panting on your neck while you're huffing out up to the ceiling as you caress his hair, still high, flinching as his cock was still inside your thighs.

After a seconds, he began leaving kisses on your neck up to your face, before nipping at your ear. "We're not done yet." He spoke, a warning, really. Wanting to feel that warmth that engulfed his cock again but this time in your cunt. You're wordless, gaping and you feel your clit throb again, he feels it as well. Yoshida chuckles, a deep rumble in your ear, vibrating through you, "Excited are we, little mouse?" He teases you by moving his hips slightly, a stuttering whimper from you.

Deciding to drop his teasings because of how pleading you sound, how you squeezed your thighs while you held his hand firmly. He lifted up your left thigh and lined his cock in your entrance. Fucking hell, how was it possible that what he felt earlier was nothing compared to sliding in his cock in your walls? Yoshida gripped your thigh so tight as he drove in further, stretching you, mouth agape, a silent moan out of you. He bottoms out, his tip feeling the heated air only to slide back in immediately, "Fuck," he swore, your tightness could make a man snap and that's exactly what happens.

Not giving you a moment to get use to the stretch, hooking his arm under your thigh, he rams his hips to you at a strong pace, "Hnngh-" strangling your moans as you knew it'd be loud from how he was hitting you, the flopping sound worsening. Yoshida held on your hips to keep you steady while your hands supported your lifted thigh and the other to cover your mouth.

Yoshida didn't prevent you from keeping your sounds anymore, knowing how loud you'd be, knowing as well how greatly he was abusing your overstimulated cunt--though if anything, your muffled sounds that you try to keep so low was fucking lewd, synchronizing with his short puffs of groan. And he swore, all he could see was white when you clenched down on him, bucking his hips to stilled inside you.

"Shit."

"Mmngh-"

He knew he wasn't going to last, not with you clamping down on his cock like that, your wide and jiggly flesh bouncing off him. Yoshida kneads on your hips and tightened his abdomen to ground him just so he could last a few more thrust, not wanting to go out your hot and tight walls just yet. But you tipped off the edge already, biting down on your hand as your released came to you, your walls pressing firmly against his cock and that's what sent him off. With a curse, he swiftly pulls out and his come falls as he pressed his cock on your back. He then lines it to between the cheeks of your ass, grinding through them to milk his cock dry.

You're fucking utterless as he fucked you dumb. Still, even when your cum is on the floor, some of it still falling from your cunt and down your thighs, Yoshida still grinding on your ass, and as he now made you face him to suck your mouth off--you couldn't believe it.

Couldn't wrapped your head around that your silly crush would lead to this; him fucking you senseless as much as he wants to and leading it to something more than just having you wreath within his hold.

[karmaxella]

Bubbles & Surprises (1/2)

characters: Yoshida Hirofumi x fem!reader

content: MDNI, smut, dirty talking (?), fingering and pussy eating.

wc: 1.2k

a/n: i sincerely apologize if this didn’t GIVE, but i try my best to give the best descriptions lmaoo. pls enjoy 🤍

You place yourself onto the bed with your satin bathrobe wrapped around your body, flipping through the Vogue pages.

You wait for that special person in your robe, wanting to surprise him with the stuff you got in the bathroom for the both of you.

"Babes, where are you?!" Speaking of the devil.

You carefully sit up, not wanting to reveal yourself too much as you see the door opened. Yoshida is standing there with a shopping bag, and you look him up and down, waiting for the unknown suspicious thing he has in his hand to reveal itself.

"Why do you have a shopping bag in hand?" you raised a brow at him.

"Why are you in your bathrobe?" he mocks you.

You rolled your eyes, playfully. You get up from the bed, walking to him, steadily, as you grab ahold of his tie that's dangling from the collar of his shirt.

You grip it and aggressively pull it down, making him match your height since he's too tall for your liking. Yoshida snickers at you with his hands latching onto your hips, bringing you closer to him as he inhales your sweet scent.

His favourite perfume you always wear, that never fails to intoxicate him.

"Can I see?" You whisper into his lips, gesturing to the bag.

"After you tell me why you're wearing your bathrobe," he chuckles against the tip of your plumped lips.

A sly, playful grin spreads across your lips. "Let me show you," you pull softly on his hand, leading him to the bathroom. You push him in front of you, making him open the door himself. "Open it and see," you leaned into his back, smacking his ass, in a frisky way.

This causes him to let out a sigh, but a small smirk appeared onto his lips.

"This isn't your way of impressing me, is it?" he peeked over his shoulder, watching you only hide your face into his rigid back. You smile against his clothed-skin, wanting him just to hurry up and open the door.

Yoshida turns the doorknob, pushing the door open as he sees vermilion petals on the floor. A slight chuckle leaves him and continues to see the surprise reveal. The seconds pass when It's fully revealed to him, but he isn't satisfied yet. Not yet.

He turns to you, grabbing your hand and places a small, wet kiss onto your skin. And he hums into your skin, inhaling the sweet scent of yours through his nose. His hums only encourage you to explore him as well. Your free hand goes to his ebony hair, bringing him closer to you.

He leans down to your height, burying his head into the crook of your neck. His tongue runs along the sweet spot of yours, making you let out a soft gasp from his wet lips.

The familiar sensation comes out to play in your gut, making you clutch your thighs against the sleek fabric of your robe.

"Get on the counter…" Yoshida whispers, "but slides this thing off."

"I want to see the body I've adored so much… I want to see everything," he speaks into your ear.

You untie the rope wrapped around you, as the robe slides off your shoulders, letting it fall down to the floor. Your body is exposed to your lover, as he watches you in awe. It was more like gratification, to be more precise.

He undoes his belt along with his button, sliding off his pants. Throwing off his shirt with him walking to you, leaning down to grab your thighs. You jump onto him, hooking your legs around his waist.

Your lips meet his, immediately, as you kiss him hard, letting him know you're his. He walks to the counter with his hands gripping into the skin of your cheeks, placing you on the cold marble.

"You look ready for me down here… Just from how fucking wet you are," he hums into your lips.

You only moan into his mouth with his thumb running along your clit, making you furrow your brows in pleasurement. Your gut is tightening with the only touch of his thumb, making you bite your lower lip with you humming out moans.

"More?" he whispers.

But before you could respond, he inserted two of them at a slow pace. “Oh, my… God," you lift yourself a bit, trying to escape his fingers from doing it's work.

His fingers began to fleet a bit faster, making you let out half gasps from your lips. Your gut is clinching with your legs tightening around Yoshida, making you want more than just his fingers.

When you're not watching Yoshida's lips dove down to your wetness, as he goes on his knees with his lips sucking on the sensitivity of your slit. He knows you're naughty when he's not home, and you only do these kinds of surprises when you want him, his love, his body, his sex.

You wanted everything in him.

Your hand goes down to his hair, grasping it with your hips rocking faster than his tongue. Your legs try to close and clench around his head, but he pulls them apart with your clit in display. And he didn't waste the opportunity to suck on that little nip of your pussy, sending you on edge and off to your climax.

"S-slow… Baby, slow," you whined.

You begged him not to make you cum just yet, because you want to fulfil him too. But Yoshida never listens to you and your whines, knowing he wants to make you more sensitive than last time.

He wants to hear you beg him to stop overstimulating you and your poor clit, knowing you're sensitive the first time. His hand slaps your thigh with a moan leaving your lips, making whine into your mouth as your legs shake out of pleasure.

“Fuuck… Me.”

Yoshida pulls away from your folds, running his index finger along the wetness of your plumped lips, before placing a delicate kiss on them. He rubs your clit once more, feeling your soaking wet folds go onto his fingertips. With his two fingers began to pump faster into you, making sinful noises from you.

“You hear that?” Yoshida lets out a soft snicker. “That’s you… So fucking wet,” he leans down to your lips.

You grab his jaw and bring his face close to yours, kissing every inch of his swollen lips. Your hands go to his hair, messing it up with your fingers with your legs wrapped around his waist.

You moan into his lips, furrowing your brows as your arouse rises in your body. Yoshida picks you up and walks towards the bathtub, where the water is freshly poured and hot. Not super hot, but at the perfect temperature.

“In you go,” he leans down to place you in the warm water, as he gets in as well.

He sighs out of enjoyment when he dips himself into the water, as the bubbles surround his chest. And you crawl to him with the goosebumps going all over your body, as you climb into his lap. He cups your ass cheeks, waiting for you to insert yourself onto him. You stroke his shaft underneath the water, lifting yourself up more, and continue to play with his tip and your entrance.

“No teasing, baby,” he kissed your collarbone, moving your hips down as you lift up yourself, almost immediately.

“Ah, ah, ah,” you chuckle.

You lower your face down to his lips, licking the wetness of them before wrapping your lips with his.

“You make me so wet,” you moan into his lips.

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“Just put it in… And let's see how wet you are after this.”

- karmaxella

[verilly]

Yoshida Scenarios

Yoshida x Reader

Warnings: slight nsfw? It’s not sexual (I mean you can interpret it as nsfw if you want) but you guys are like naked together (bathing), established relationship, they are both still high schoolers, they live together, and I think that’s it

These are just thoughts that continue to replay in my head again and again but I do not feel the need to fully flesh them out as full stories because they are too short.

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You tell Yoshida that there is something in your closet. He’s concerned, definitely. You ask if you could crash with him for a little bit because you don’t feel safe in your home, Yoshida agrees and says he’ll talk to the police for you. He lied. He knows where you live and is frustrated with himself that he let this happen. He enters your home, while you’re at his apartment, to find the thing that’s lurking in your closet. Turns out it’s a weak devil. He exterminates it on sight. Later, he comes back to his apartment with you waiting for him. He tells you about “the devil hunters that showed up to get rid of the problem”, but he suggests you could continue to stay with him. You agree as he takes you back to your home to collect your things.

-

Yoshida and you were walking home from school — BOOM! Your legs start getting tired from the long day. You both decide to take a break near a wall, you’re sitting down on the floor with Yoshida directly in front of you. He suggests to piggy back ride you home, you refuse at first, but allow him a few seconds later realizing you want to be home faster. He lifts you with ease while also holding your book bag, along with his own. You rest your head on his shoulder the rest of the walk home. It’s quite comfortable.

-

You lay in the bathtub when Yoshida comes into the bathroom. You ask him to join you and he obliges even though he already took a shower before you. You two are both in the bathtub facing each other. Soon, you crawl towards him and lay stomach-down on top of him with your arms around his neck. His arms wrap around your waist as you two stay there for a while. After that, the two of you decide to bathe together more often.

-

Hugging Yoshida for a few minutes feels so euphoric for him. He likes hugs a lot, he holds you closer for just a little bit before he lets go. As a sign of affection, he bit you while you two were hugging. It was on the hand, at this point you’ve gotten used to it. He tells you to bite him back at some point jokingly. So the next time you two hug was the day you bite his neck softly. He’s shocked at first but accepts it quickly.

-

You complain to Yoshida about not kissing as often as you’d like. He’s sad that he made you feel that way and kisses you softly. Your face is flushed when he lets go. You whine and drag him back to kiss him again and again. They’re all short kisses, but as soon as he lets his guard down, you kiss him with tongue. When you let go, he’s red. You’ve never seen him this red, nor was it the first time you two kissed like that, but it was cute seeing him like that.