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pparadiselost · 8 months ago

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the gentleman and the lure.

akira kurusu x fem reader you thought your relationship with akira ended five years ago, but a chance encounter with him has you rethinking it all. warning(s): nsfw, timeskip au (akira is 23), reader implied to also be 23 minors do not interact.

in all honesty, you initially thought this whole thing was your eyes playing tricks on you.

but some deeper, unconscious part of you knew otherwise. nothing else, nobody else in this world could make you do a double take in the same you just did, your feet hesitating like an out-of-beat step in the larger waltz from the passersby around you. shibuya is wild like that, demanding your adherence to the dance while setting your imagination free.

you blink. it can’t be him.

that chapter of your life had closed five years ago, and you were now preoccupied with finding your place in the world. it had taken a lot of time, a lot of anger and bargaining, a lot of unspoken grief and nights sobbing into your pillow wondering if there was anything you could have done to change the outcome, but ultimately, time proved to be the most effective medicine. you closed that part of your youth with a bittersweet tinge in your memories, and you tucked it somewhere close to your heart to savor on nights whenever drinking alone wasn’t enough to plunge you fully into the depths of your personal melancholy.

but it is him.

wavy tufts of midnight black hair, smooth skin like a greek statue come to life, and sleek black glasses frames that only momentarily hide the big innocent doe eyes that make you stop dead in your tracks.

your throat clamps down on itself. the cacophony of the city suddenly mutes itself in your ears, and you can’t hear any of it. none of the footsteps, the voices, the honking of cars and the blasting advertisements, the chirping of pigeons, everything becomes completely obsolete as you struggle to even breathe. you want to say something, to even get a pathetic squeak out, but it’s as if every part of your mind shut down instantly, and you realize you were rendered frozen.

the man standing a few feet away from you also does a double take, and a few annoyed pedestrians storm between the two of you. but he doesn’t move and neither do you.

“is… is that you? is that who i think it is?” he steps closer, and you can make out his soft voice. his lips are a gentle shade of cherry red, and you’re suddenly aware of how much taller he is than from when you last remember.

your eyes tremble when you finally let yourself take a good look at him, and despite the initial features that caught you like a deer in headlights, you also notice that he’s changed more than you thought. he’s definitely older. his features are sharper. his chest is a bit bigger and shoulders a bit broader, jawline more defined and the once-cherubic roundness in his eyes have honed themselves into something more adult-like.

your heart skips a beat.

“it is you.” there’s nowhere else for you to run now, now that he has you within arm’s reach. you’re still dumbstruck, the million thoughts in your mind unable to string themselves into tangible words, and you’re scared that this chance will slip out of your hands and become something you regret for the rest of your life. but at the same time, there’s too much emotion overwhelming you, almost like the entire passage of time spiel was rapidly unraveling in your head.

your tongue is a deadweight on the inside of your mouth, and yet when he reaches out to grab you, his hand wrapping around your arm and tugging you in his direction, leading you out of the middle of the crosswalk and towards the safety of the sidewalk, all you can conjure up is a surprised gasp. you sound like a wounded animal, but you let the dark-haired man whisk you away, your legs and feet stumbling behind you as if he was a puppeteer and you, the puppet.

it’s only when he takes you to a more secluded area, the mouth of an alley a little tucked away, do you manage to eke out your first words to him.

your voice shakes. you sound like you’re about to cry. you feel like you’re about to cry. “k… kurusu.”

he laughs under his breath, and hearing it makes you want to throw up on your own feet. you’ve craved that sound for so long. it haunts your dreams, your waking moments, the breakdowns you might have had when you stayed up past your bedtimes and let your mental demons claw too long at you.

“that’s me.”

he pauses for a second, and he glances at you almost sheepishly. he is older, but he’s definitely still very young. probably around 23, most likely fresh out of college, maybe looking for his first job out in the real world, going through the same growing pains as you are right now. he still retains that boyish charm you ascribed to him in your brain, and you see it clearly through his big angelic eyes.

“it’s been a while, hasn’t it? i’m sorry. i should apologize for that,” he starts calmly, “i didn’t mean to lose contact with so many people after i moved back home all that time back… especially with you.”

what were you supposed to say? the path of least resistance would be to lie and say that it was alright that you let him go, that you spent your time alone practically torturing yourself over a love that could no longer be. but it wasn’t like you could suddenly dump all of that, especially within the first few minutes of meeting him again, and it wasn’t like your body was being particularly cooperative either.

you hold your breath. he waits a beat, and then he rummages through his pocket and extends his phone towards you.

“here. i wish i had more time to catch up with you. i’m getting back from my lunch break right now, so i can’t stick around. but put in your information, and if you’re willing, i really want to take some time and talk to you again.” his black eyes are on you again, and you can see your startled reflection staring back from his irises. “would you be okay with that?”

you’re a person haunted. possessed. you wordlessly take his phone from his hands, and you methodically type your information in. you give it back to him without much more fanfare, and only then does he allow himself a smile.

his fingers brush across yours, and the spark that shoots straight to your stomach leaves you reeling. your heart sinks like a rock when you see his happy face. his smile is beautiful and poised, and it’s nothing short of a lethal poison to your consciousness.

“thanks. i have to run now, but i’ll contact you as soon as i can. it… it’s a miracle to see you again. i didn’t think a day like this would come.” he admits. he shifts his weight slightly, and he rechecks his watch before nodding apologetically at you. “i know it’s long overdue to say something like this, but… take care of yourself. i’ll see you soon.”

maybe in another life, you would have reached out and grabbed him by the back of his cardigan to yank him back towards you. maybe in another life, you would have followed him out to the train station that had stolen him out of your life and whisked him home, condemning you to a solitude you couldn’t wish upon anyone. maybe in another life, you were a different person that he might have considered worthwhile to keep a connection going, instead of forcing you to spiral and wonder if this was a love worth fighting for.

but it all comes crumbling when you see him dash away. you see the lush glimmer of his black hair as it bounces with his steps, long legs striding across the white paint of the crosswalks. if you were doomed to be the tragic side character stuck behind the whims of a cruel writer’s desires and fate, longing for the warmth of recognition, then this man is undoubtedly the protagonist, always just slightly out of the reach of your outstretched fingers.

the rest of shibuya closes in on him like a curtain call, the people of the city drowning out your vision of him like waves crashing down, and you’re left alone as the overwhelming and biting loneliness wraps its arm around you and chokes you from the inside out.

…

how could you describe akira kurusu? there was no easy label to slap onto everything that went down five years ago, back when you were both young and in high school and didn’t know any better. all the lovebirds on your social media apps threw around these buzzwords like situationship, delusionalship, this and that, but you hate the thought of defining what you and akira had with something so soulless. so simple.

but at the same time, you couldn't deny the truth that whatever you and akira had wasn’t clearly defined either. there were no labels despite the complexity of the relationship, and it was every bit ambiguous as the same situations everyone else bemoaned about their lackluster love lives.

it was this ambiguity that proved to be the stalker at the foot of your bed each and every night.

you two were schoolmates. you tutored him a few times. went on dates with him a few times. slept with him a few times. you two had a relationship in every sense but the label, and you had learned to foster intense and real feelings for him. you’d listen to his heartbeat while curled up in his little bed in leblanc’s attic, and you’d wake up to him rubbing the sleep out of his eyes while you’d pretend to sleep so you could cuddle him a bit longer.

but just as quickly as it seemed to begin, his probation was done, and he left tokyo before you could find any way to cling to him even across all the distance. you had hoped that he’d reach out to you in some way and let you know that you weren’t entirely delusional in believing that you had something special with him, but the long stretches of silence made you realize harshly that there was nothing for you to cling to anymore.

you’d even turn up to leblanc by yourself a few times, and sojiro would shoot you a few glances. but you never mentioned akira to him, and the old man never mentioned akira to you either. it was a silent understanding between the two of you as sojiro fixed you a cup of coffee the way you liked it, that neither of you had been successful in hearing from akira.

“so,” his calm voice shakes you from your thoughts. you’re no longer in high school and crying on your bedroom floor over your boyfriend-not-boyfriend who moved back home. you don’t feel much more adult than your teenager self, but you’re sitting at a table across from akira, who’s busy scrutinizing the menu in his hands.

you reach for the glass of water to your right and take an impatient sip. your mouth feels dry, and it’s a good tactic for you to fully avoid conversation for a little while. just a few days prior, akira had reached out to you through the newly acquired number he got from you, and he had asked you to get dinner with him like he said he would.

you should have known that this would open up old wounds, but the “what if” that nagged in your head had you accepting his offer before you could fully think it through.

could you even call it an offer though? without any real string attached? this was exactly the same way he would unofficially ask you out when the two of you were young. you two would romp all over shibuya, eating yummy snacks and doing all sorts of dumb things, too drunk in each other’s presence to really take in the world around them.

“does anything catch your eye? i heard that this place was pretty good through the grapevine,” he admits. he glances up from his menu and smiles shyly, and you almost choke mid-swallow on your mouthful of water. it’s just so unfair how deceptively pretty he is, despite the fact that the word handsome would be more suitable for a young man he is, but you know better than to think that you could ever resist his sparkling eyes.

you set your glass down. “i’ve never been here before, so… you know this place better than i do. i suppose we can ask the waiting staff here for recommendations.”

he closes the menu. “that sounds like a good idea. do you want something other than water to drink? there’s no need to be polite—this dinner is my treat. oh, don’t make that face. i was the one who invited you out, so it’s only fair that i treat you.”

were you making a face? you bit back the urge to touch your face and hide your expression behind your hands. this really felt too much like a date, and despite the walls you wanted to put back up to fend akira off, his subtle ways of peppering you with the attention you craved so badly deep down through what felt like small talk was a bit too smooth for your liking. did he do this often with other romantic prospects while he was gone? what other people did he take an interest in since the last time you had seen him? god, did he butter others up as he was with you?

you push those negative thoughts out of your head. his five years of silence spoke enough for itself, and you scold yourself internally. you should know better than to swoon over your long lost first love again, and for you, the purpose of this dinner was for you to find closure. you didn’t want to open a door to your heart for him too quickly again, lest he end up slamming it back in your face once more.

the silence between the two of you became uncomfortable. you gather your courage, soothing over the uneasy heartbeat rattling at your ribcage, and you look at him pointedly. “...i wanted to ask this last time, but i didn’t get a chance to. how have you been, kurusu?”

he stares at you as if you’ve grown a second head when his last name leaves your mouth. he leans forward and places his elbows on the table, and he folds his hands, palms down, so he can place his chin on his intertwined fingers. “kurusu? you called me that when i ran into you.”

“what else would i call you?” you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of calling him akira just yet. calling him by his first name was something personal, something intimate. it was a title reserved for people close to each other, and while you might not have hesitated had the two of you retained your relationship from before, right now, he was nothing more than a stranger to you.

he’s horrendously perceptive, and akira shrugs. “you know what to call me.”

your stomach does a flip, and you don’t want to give him more of an opening to flirt with you. it feels as if he’s stabbing you emotionally and twisting the knife into your heart, making sure you can feel the yearning and the pain in every tendon, muscle, and sinew of your being. “why are you in shibuya again?”

he pushes back against his seat slightly, his long fingers wrapping themselves against the edge of the table. “job hunting. i graduated university fairly recently, and i need to keep myself afloat. i figured a big city would have some good opportunities. and besides…”

he trails off slightly, and as much as you hate it, you’re pretty sure you can predict his next words. this place is like a second home to him. he has history here, connections, something that could serve as the foot-in-the-door for his future. he stretches his neck a little, and his jet black hair catches and twinkles like the remnants of starlight under the dim light of the restaurant.

“i’m a little picky about what i do.” his gaze is on you again. “you of all people should know that i’m not the kind of guy to be a corporate slave. i know having the ability to choose is a luxury in a society like this, but i can try, can’t i?”

you wish he wouldn’t say that. you wish you didn’t know him so well. you wish he would stop assuming that you did. you curl your fist in your lap under the table. big emotions swirl in your chest: regret, desperation, anger, but above all, a sense of foolishness for thinking that maybe, just maybe, your desire for him wasn’t as unfounded as you believed it to be.

“c’mon,” he urges. he leans in, and his voice quiets itself. “there’s a lot i have to explain to you. i… i know there’s a lot i did you wrong by. but that’s why i’m here, aren’t i? won’t you give me another chance?”

your heart plunges into your stomach when you hear the sweet cadences of his softened words. the same tones as the dulcet “good morning”s he’d whisper to you after a romantic night, the “get home safe”s he’d wish you when he’d drop you off at your train station late at night, the same whispered words from a lifetime past. he can definitely sense you wavering, the fear in your eyes, the misery that he single-handedly caused.

your lips quiver. the wise thing would be to not answer him, but could you really bear to do that? to sit in silence and close that door. this whole thing could backfire on you and leave you even more broken than he did before, but the gnawing in your gut tells you the very thing you had feared from yourself.

you were still in love with akira kurusu. you had always been.

“d-don’t make me answer that.” you hang your head. akira hums softly, and he pushes away from you again, lengthening the distance between you and him across the table by just a few more inches so you could breathe.

“well… you have the rest of the evening to think about it.” he raises his hand, smoothly waving someone from the waiting staff over. he looks to you through the corner of his eye, and when your eyes meet, he resembles less of the boy you once loved and more like a gentleman this time around, still craving to get his paws all over your love and steal it away selfishly for himself, but with more of a dangerous edge to it. like a blade hidden behind a pretty wrapper, you know his aim was to always gun straight for your heart.

his eyes narrow slightly. his lips part ever so slightly, as beautiful as the day five years ago you had given him your last kiss.

“but at the very least… why don’t you give ‘us’ another chance?”

…

“...thank you for dinner. it was very lovely.”

“there’s really no need to thank me. think nothing of it. like i said, it was the least i could do for you.” akira rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. the night air is cool against your face as the night settles down on the busy city. there’s the distant honking of horns, an ever present reminder to you that the inhabitants of shibuya never truly sleep. the world is constantly moving around you, just like time, whether you like it or not.

the sun is long gone, and the bright city lights replace its glamor. they almost remind you of stars if you let your vision unfocus, but right now, the floor is suddenly the most interesting thing you’ve seen in your entire life.

“if that’s all… i should be on my way before it gets much darker.” if you could run away from the entrance of the restaurant, you would do so in a heartbeat. you want to go home and lock yourself in your bedroom and sob your eyes out into your pillows, undoubtedly over all of the reopened wounds and over your own cowardice in regards to how to face akira. it was like whenever you made the resolve to get over him, he’d romp around your mind, and whenever you tried to play into his game, he’d simply turn the tables on you.

he glances at you. disappointment tinges his features, and it’s enough to make your heart squeeze with a bit of a painful pang. “already…? i was going to ask you if you wanted to do this again. i’ll be around the city for a little bit, and i really enjoyed myself.”

you stop dead in your tracks. it’s a bad idea to accept, but you can’t bear to do it when he’s looking at you with those big, wide eyes. it’s his ultimate weapon, paired best with his quick mind. he knows how to get you to crumble, to make your own mind turn against you, and you’re hesitating again. akira has you dancing in the palm of your hand all so effortlessly.

it’s best for you to be ambiguous. just because he can see all of your cards doesn’t mean that he can predict the way you’ll choose to play them. “i’ll see when i have time in my schedule and get back to you.”

he looks at you as if he’s unconvinced with your lackluster answer, but he’s smart. he chooses not to press you further about it. after all, cornered prey tend to get the most defensive, and he would much rather that you walk willingly into his honeyed traps.

“y’know… are you busy right now then? i’ve got a bit of a hankering for something after such a nice dinner, and my place isn’t too far off from here.” he moves closer to you, and your heart leaps into your throat at the sudden proximity. he smiles gently at you, almost too innocent for your own good. “i’ve been practicing brewing coffee all this time. i could fix you a nice cup. it’ll be a lot better than all the shitty ones i’d make you drink when we were both in high school. do you still like your coffee the same as you did back then? c’mon, it’s just one cup. i’ll make it worth your while.”

you should be wiser. sharper. stricter. but akira looks like a kicked puppy, and he also looks like he’s about to grab onto your wrist and beg on his knees if you were to give him the cold shoulder and leave. there’s a sticky lump in the back of your throat that won’t go away no matter how much you swallow, and you wonder if giving in to him would make the uneasiness in your stomach go away. would it be worth it?

“...you said your place wasn’t far?” the words coming from your mouth feel like a death sentence. the black-haired man instantly lights up, and he nods enthusiastically.

“just a couple of minutes. follow me. i promise i won’t make you regret this.” he reaches for your hand, and sparks shoot across your body when his long fingers wrap around yours, tugging you closer to his side. your stomach plummets, and you’re struck with the horrifying revelation that his hands feel so right intertwined with yours. it reminds you too closely of when he was yours, of when you’d walk side-by-side as if you were a real couple.

you can barely remember the walk to his place. you vaguely recall crossing a few streets, your attention too transfixed on the man guiding you. you stumble up a few apartment steps, your heartbeat hammering in between your ears and stirring up a storm in your temples as he fumbles with his front keys, swinging his door open too eagerly, and practically shoving you into his apartment suite.

your throat tightens up for the millionth time that night when the first thing you can make out from his doorway is how much his apartment simply smells like him. it hasn’t changed in five years; he still smells exactly like the way he would when you’d nuzzle into the crook of his neck all those years ago.

“it’s not anything special.” he comes up from behind you, kicking his shoes off before straightening them by the entrance. “but it’s perfect for someone living alone. i promise it’s normally a lot cleaner than i have it right now, so ignore anything that… might be a bit messy. y’know how it is with us men and living alone.”

you barely respond to his joke as you slide your own shoes off, stuck in basically a trance-like state. you trace your eyes over every part of his tiny apartment: the pictures hung up on his wall, the coats hanging from the closet with the door slid halfway open, the mismatched bits of furniture he most definitely got second hand. despite his warning, his place is maintained nicely and clean, nothing short of what you’d expect from someone as surprisingly prim and proper as him. he’s a gentleman to his core.

he leads you to his living room, where you can get a pretty good glimpse of his small kitchen. his place is rather intimate, cozy, the kind of place that feels like it was made to welcome you. you barely keep yourself from curling your hands into fists to keep them from shaking, and you focus your mind on the details you can see as you sink down into his couch.

“stay right there.” akira pads into the kitchen, and he opens his cabinets to rummage for his supplies. “i’m going to break out the really fancy coffee cups, just for you. sojiro never taught me this part specifically, but i’m pretty sure he’d rip my teeth out if i served my coffee to a pretty lady in a regular cup.”

you almost stop breathing when he slips in a compliment so nonchalantly. you want to scold him and tell him to quit doing things like that. it’s bad for your resolve, and you hate to think about how he managed to get this smooth while you were gone. you gnaw on your tongue as akira hums to himself, working his magic with the beans of his choice. soon enough, the mature aroma of coffee stains the air, wafting like a magic spell towards you and intermingling with his scent. you could get drunk off a smell like this, entranced and held captive in place without a single restraint to physically hold you down.

you’re so caught up in savoring this nice atmosphere, irregardless of the weird tension mounting the back of your mind, that you barely catch akira as he brings you a fancy cup filled with freshly made coffee. he has a matching one for himself, a pair finely decorated porcelain cups that feature what looks like a painted couple in old rococo-esque clothes. they’re definitely meant to be used together, probably best for a couple. you don’t really get the chance to overthink it too much, as he hands you one and keeps one for himself. you mumble a shy word of thanks as you warm your hands against the glass.

your reflection stares back at you when you glance over the rim. the color is dark yet refined, like you’re staring into a rippling lake rather than a cup of coffee. it smells even more delicious now that it’s up close, and it feels like a shame to drink it. it makes you wish that you were a coffee connoisseur in the way that akira is, like you’re unfit to be able to appreciate the art that comes with making a beautiful cup of coffee.

“i made it just the way i remember you to like it. but better, of course, now that i have more practice under my belt. i know what i’m doing with my coffee now. go ahead. try it, and let me know what you think.” akira encourages you. his eyes are twinkling in clear excitement. you peek at him and then back at your dumbfounded self staring back in the coffee.

you bring the cup to your lips and take a tentative sip, not wanting to burn yourself. a rich and deep flavor, bitter and yet delectable, coats your tongue and the inside of your cheeks. it slips down your throat easily, warming you up from the inside and out and taking away the tension building up in your body straight away. you let out a small sigh of happiness as you take the cup away from your lips, and you’re pretty sure your contentment is written all over your face.

he grins. “good, isn’t it? i knew you’d like this one. i’ll spare you all the details about the beans i’ve used since you probably don’t want to hear it. but have as much as you’d like. nothing makes a man prouder than knowing that he’s made his girl happy.”

there it is again. you look down at your coffee cup with mixed feelings stirring in your heart. but the atmosphere right now is too good for you to want to ruin it. you want to savor what little sweetness you can steal from him. you’ve willingly walked into the lion’s den, and if you’re staring directly into doom’s maw, the very least you could do was to find some enjoyment in it.

so instead you simply lift the cup, pretend you’re gulping back any regrets and doubts in your mind, and take another generous mouthful of the coffee akira’s specially brewed for you.

…

“ohhhh- ah- fuck- wait, d-don’t touch me there like that…!”

your body twists violently against his bed, and akira laughs softly against your ear. his grip on you from behind is tight, and no matter how much you thrash against his chest, he refuses to let go of you. your skin is hot despite the cool fabric of his sheets, and it feels like your body’s going to completely give out on you.

you already knew from the start that his coy invitation for coffee was just bait for him to lure you into his bed. but even with that knowledge, there’s something about being stuck back in a lewd embrace with him again that has your stomach coiling in with both excitement and shame. both of your clothes are strewn against his floor, and his cheap mattress creaks as if annoyed whenever you writhe in his arms.

“you’ve changed so much during the time i took my eyes off of you.” one hand gropes shamelessly at your bare tits, sighing when he feels the plush flesh of your chest fill out his palms. his fingers play with your erect nipples, applying just the slightest bit of pressure all to get you to cry out and throw your head back against his bare chest. “and yet… all of your sensitive parts haven’t changed whatsoever. you’ve missed me, haven’t you?”

you don’t have any words for something like that. your lips are swollen from how much he’s kissed you, the small talk about coffee nothing more than an overture for him to lead you into his bedroom, effortlessly coaxing your clothes off of you and indulging in your body again. you hate how well he meshes with your body, how responsive you are to his physical touches, as if you’ve been waiting for this as much as he was.

“i asked you a question.” his sharp voice cuts through the haze in your thoughts, and you shudder when his other hand snakes down your stomach. one knee expertly separates your legs, and a moan builds up in the back of your throat when he starts playing with your wetness.

akira is a tease through and through. he slides his fingers up and down your slit, and you let out an embarrassed squeak, wanting to cover your face. your juices cover his digits, and heat throbs in your core and pulses under the skin of your face when you register the slick sounds your folds make.

fuck—were you really that aroused already?

“so wet… and all we did was kiss. are you that turned on from just that? you’re rather naughty, aren’t you?” he looks at you with words that are nothing like how sweet his eyes are. your voice dies out in your mouth as his fingers start to circle around your pulsing hole, almost like it’s a silent reminder of how much easy access he has to your body.

it’s not fair how easily he can get you to physically succumb to him. this was definitely your fault; you refused any other romantic prospects ever since akira left you, which meant that it had been five long years where your only sexual release was whatever you had to offer to yourself. and with how badly you’ve been pining after him, it was safe to say that touching yourself came nowhere close to having akira’s hands wandering all over your body again.

you yelp when he bites down slightly at your ear, his sharp incisors nipping carefully at the thin skin.

“i want an answer,” he demands breathlessly. “you’ve always been so shy… that part of you hasn’t changed at all.”

“d-don’t make me answer that…!” you choke out. your voice is high-pitched and strained, nothing like the collected facade you had shown him during dinner. he pinches your swollen clit, and pleasure stabs at your stomach. you arch your back against his chest, another desperate cry escaping you. he’s good at this little back and forth, flickering between torturing your clit to rubbing loving circles into your sticky nub. your pussy convulses, and your inner walls are drooling to be fucked out and stuffed with his cock. your body’s missed his touches almost as much as you have emotionally, and the fact that he’s experienced with your body does nothing in your favor.

he presses his lips into the gentle curve of your face, kissing you over and over again. his kisses are so sweet and chaste, unlike the way he toys with your lower half. your hole flutters and dances around his fingertips, leaking like a broken faucet, your pussy telling him everything you refuse to verbalize. he knows how much you want him to fuck you, but he also knows how stubbornly shy you can get. and he also knows that sex is so much more fun when he can peel back all of your walls to get you right where he wants you.

“you’re going to have to answer me, you know,” he purrs. the vibrations reverberate against his chest and towards your bare back. “a gentleman would never do something his lady doesn’t want to do. you can thank sojiro for that.”

you squeeze your thighs slightly around his wrist, and you shudder. “please… don’t do this to me… it’s embarrassing.”

“it’s only me… you’ve slept with me before. why so shy now?” his tongue laps at the shell of your ear, and another shiver runs down your spine when his warm tongue captures your sensitive skin, licking against the thin skin and making your pussy clamp up unintentionally. “unless…? don’t tell me. is there another guy you’ve been doing this with?”

you shake your head vehemently. you wouldn’t ever dream about fucking someone that isn’t akira kurusu.

“like i said, it’s- it’s embarrassing…!!” you breathe. his hands feel so good, touching you all over from behind. you can feel him grinding his hard-on against your ass, and your throat constricts on itself when you feel how big and thick he is. he was always well-built even when you fucked him during your teenage years, but in your memory, he wasn’t this big… your cunt throbs painfully with anticipation at the thought of being stretched out on such a big cock after such a long dry spell, and the arousal swirling slowly in your stomach pleads with you to set your pride aside just this once.

he sighs against your ear. he’s disgustingly sensual, that stupid akira, and his words are honeyed and sensual. “it’s only me… c’mon, all you need to say is that you want me. ‘please fuck me, akira! please fuck me with your cock! i want it inside my pussy!’ that's all you need to say. not too hard now, hm? i basically told you what you needed to say.”

heat burns at your cheeks, and there’s a lump in the back of your throat. you want it, you want to do everything he just said so badly. you want him to pin you down to his cheap mattress and fuck the daylights out of you, until you can’t feel your legs and you can let go of all the emotional baggage you built up. the shame and the embarrassment grip in between your hips, and you swallow back whatever hesitation swims in your gullet.

“p-please fuck me, akira…,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “i want you inside me… want your cock inside my pussy…”

“hm? what was that? i could barely hear you.” akira presses harshly against your clit. you let out a loud yelp, electric pleasure jolting up in your pussy. “see? i know you’re capable of being much louder with that pretty voice of yours…”

if looks could kill, you would have murdered akira in your bed with the glare you shot him. he blinks innocently at you, a small grin poised on his lips. this is a battle you can’t win, unless you want to leave his house unsatisfied and unable to do anything about the throbbing deep inside your gut.

“please fuck me, akira!” you make sure your words are pointed. “i-i want you to fuck me! please put your cock inside my- my pussy…!”

he laughs under his breath and rewards you with a kiss, even though you’re flushing with heat and wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole. “oh, i’ll gladly do that, sweetheart. that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

you bite back your complaints, heart thumping wildly inside of your chest. his erection prods against your thighs, and you part them wider so he can slot himself from behind. you swallow again when his cock slides up and down your slit, and your vision spins when he grinds up against your pussy. his fingers continue to rub and play with your clit, making sure that you don’t get even a second of rest from him.

his pre-cum stained cockhead prods naughtily at your fluttering hole. you take in a deep breath as he presses his tip against the tight ring of muscle. his dark eyes peer at you. “ready, my pretty girl?”

you nod, and a moan immediately lodges itself inside your mouth when he pushes himself in. he’s slow, painstakingly slow, when he pushes himself in. it’s like he wants you to feel every inch of his length, reminding you of everything you’ve missed, of how good it felt to have his cock penetrating you again after so long. akira hisses through his teeth, pushing his cock into your cunt, fighting past through all of the hot and wet tightness, and it takes all of his self-restraint not to empty his balls into your pussy right there and then.

“shit…,” he says breathlessly, “were you always this tight…? fuck- your pussy’s clenching all over my dick… can’t get enough of me now, can you?”

you focus on your breathing, trying to relax your body. a dull sense of pleasure pricks at your brain, and it spreads and trickles under your skin as if it’s a droplet of blood pooling at your fingertip and dripping down. your stomach curls in on itself, and even when you were bracing yourself for the stretch, feeling it all anew feels like it’s blowing your brains out.

“ah-,” you exhale shakily, trembling in his arms, “s-so big…”

“yeah?” he sounds strained too, his cock twitching dangerously against its tight restraints. “‘ve missed this pretty pussy so much, love. i knew you weren’t someone i could just let go willy-nilly. i’ve got you now, pretty, all in my arms.”

you hum, savoring the sensation of your plush walls stretching out to fit his cock, his balls tensed up at your entrance. he hadn’t started moving yet and you were this starstruck over his dick. how the hell were you going to live through the whole ordeal? it didn’t matter. even this much felt good and had you writhing like a lithe cat against his chest, your curves slotting straight into his wandering hands like two matching pieces of a puzzle.

“y-you feel different,” you mumble as one hand ghosts over your chest and the other makes its place in between your thighs again. a whimper bubbles up inside of you when he goes back to rubbing slow circles into your clit, your pussy clenching up and massaging his dick as arousal shoots through your stomach.

“mhm? tell me about it.” he draws his hips back carefully, and you can hear him let out a haggard exhale when your walls cling to him, not wanting to let his cock go. the friction has you seeing stars in your mind, your brain threatening to melt into goo. he’s still incredibly slow as he pushes back into you, giving your body a chance to catch up, but even at this pace, his thrusts are deep and full.

you shouldn’t stroke his ego, but you wouldn’t be lying if you said that the five years you spent apart from him did change him. maybe you also had gone too long without him and the withdrawal had changed you too. “i don’t know… you feel bigger- feels good inside me…”

“yeah? keep talking to me then. i missed that sweet voice of yours.” his eyelids flutter when your walls twist around him, your greedy pussy eagerly sucking him in deeper and swallowing him in. “ohhhh, fuck…! shit, you feel so fucking good- so fucking tight… haven’t had your pussy in way too long…”

your chest tightens, and you can feel your breathing growing shaky. his thrusts are slowly getting faster, finding a groove that has your thoughts quivering with each snap of his hips. you’re hypersensitive to how he feels inside of you. you can feel everything, and your pussy remembers again how good it felt to have him fucking you. he remembers too, the angles that you liked and just how deep he needed to fuck into you to get you to squeal. and speak of the devil-

“-!! akira!! n-not there, akira! s-so deep-!” your words start slurring together. pleasure rips through your pussy as he effortlessly locates your sweet spot again and starts bullying your deepest parts with his cockhead. “i-if you keep fucking me like that, you’re gonna make me cum…!”

“you say that like it’s a bad thing,” akira chuckles. his dark curls sweep against his forehead, eyes hiding behind the wisps of midnight black hair. “what if that’s what i want you to do? what kind of man leaves his girl unsatisfied? it’s only fun when you’re feeling good… i want to see if i can still get you to crumble after all these years.”

you hiccup as he keeps fucking into you. you can’t think properly, not when he’s hitting your sweet spot without any issue, each thrust forcing his cockhead to slam into your g-spot right on. he keeps playing with your clit, moving in rhythm with his thrusts so that you don’t get even a moment’s worth of reprise. your chest is tight, and your breathing is ragged, your brain only managing to hang on just to get enough oxygen to your fluttering heart.

“yeah, you like it when i touch you like this, don’t you?” akira sounds so full of himself as he practically purrs at you like a cat. he wasn’t lying when he said he missed your body; his cock keeps drooling inside of you. your juices intermingle and mix, acting as the perfect lubricant for him. each snap of his hips is faster and harder, and your mind keeps lighting up with sparks of pleasure as his cock stretches you out. “that’s my girl. ‘m so glad i got your attention again. life is just too boring without you here… ‘m not gonna leave you again, you hear? i made that mistake once. i’m not gonna make it twice.”

“akira!” you scream out, unable to hold yourself back. so much for that rightful fear of yours. you could never resist him, not when he’s saying the very things you dreamt of for five years straight, consoling yourself with no one at your side, just imagining how things might be different if he had wanted you as much as you wanted him.

and now he does. now he’s gripping onto your body, making you twist and turn with pleasure, completely at his mercy with your legs spread apart and your cunt stretched out his girthy cock. the squelching noises as his cock slides in and out of you are downright obscene, and you can’t remember the last time you had gotten this shamelessly wet. not even masturbating had your pussy this excited; your fingers could never replace what real dick did for your cunt.

“there we go. that’s my name,” he praises you. “scream it all you want for me. i want to hear your pretty voice. it makes me feel really good when i hear you crying out my name… it’s like you know that i’m your man. only me. not anybody else.”

you shudder, his dirty talk making your stomach furl in on itself. you hate that silken tongue of his, how he can say such sweet things to you and yet turn you on so badly. you’re glad that he likes you this much; otherwise, you don’t even want to think about what other embarrassing things he might make you do for his own entertainment. this is his version of playing nice. you’re lucky that he considers himself a gentleman and would do anything for your pleasure.

the lewd sounds of lovemaking and skin against skin quickly fill the room, and he’s thrusting into you just the way you like it. he wasn’t lying when he said he remembered every detail of your sensitive body. he was so good at playing with your body that it almost felt like you were being attacked at all angles. he was showering your nipples and clit with attention, his lips chasing after your body and pressing sticky kisses all over whatever patches of bare skin he could reach. he’d lean his head to make out with you too, eating up your moans as you cry into his mouth, his tongue swirling against yours and making you almost collapse into a heap of sweaty limbs and lovejuices out of how good it was.

“so tight… yeah, you like it like this, don’t you? my cock is the best, isn’t it? you keep clenching up around me, pretty girl,” he breathes. his words are velvety and dark, and whenever he slips his tongue into your mouth, he tastes so addictively good. “i can feel how much your pussy wants me… even if you’re committed to being this shy, your body tells me everything i need to know.”

“don’t say things like that…!” you somehow force your words out through gritted teeth. “i already told you, it’s embarrassing!”

his lips curl into a cruel smile as he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, clearly enjoying the way he’s making you squirm. if there’s one thing akira loves, it’s putting you in the hotseat and knowing that he has this kind of effect on you. “is it though? i’m only telling the truth.”

he pinches at your clit at the same time he thrusts up harshly into you, and you let out a breathless shriek as red-hot pleasure rams into your gut. your inner walls clamp down unconsciously onto his dick, gripping onto every inch of his cock. your cervix milks and massages his tip, your pussy pleading desperately to be filled up with both his cock and his cum.

“just like that.” he sounds so pleased with himself. akira isn’t the kind of guy to get a big head and walk around as if he ruled the place, but he wasn’t one to let any of his victories just slide past. “see? that pretty pussy of yours won’t lie to me.”

your stomach won’t stop lurching with each rough thrust. the heat deep inside of you keeps coiling into painful knots, and you think you’re going to lose your mind. all you can think about is how good it feels to have akira messing up your insides, your walls squelching and molding itself to the shape of his cock. the pleasure is mind-numbing in every sense of the word, and your brain keeps devouring all of the sensations flickering underneath your skin. he knows how to get you aroused too easily, and he makes sure you feel everything he’s doing to you. whether it’s speeding up or slowing down, egging you on with your most sensitive parts, he doesn’t give you an opportunity to really catch up with him.

“feels good- feels so good-,” your words are starting to melt together incoherently, all of the overwhelming sensations getting the better of you. “if you keep fucking me like that, you’re gonna make me cum…”

“oh, silly girl, we’ve talked about this already.” he kisses your shoulder, and your mouth goes dry when the tip of his sharp teeth ghosts over your exposed skin. “i already told you that that was my goal from the very start. i wanna see my girl cum all over my cock, just like you used to do. you’d make the prettiest noises as you came… are you going to moan for me like that again? or are you going to get shy? do i have to fuck the moans out of you?”

you whimper helplessly, cunt tightening up. you hate how much that turns you on, how much letting him have his way with you has you melting like putty. you must have more of a masochistic side than you’re willing to admit, given how much you get off on having akira manhandle you.

“don’t be mean to me… you’re so mean…,” you eke out weakly.

“i’m not being mean. if anything, you’re the mean one… is it too much for a man to want to see how good he’s making his girl feel? i want to see your face twisted in pleasure, your voice all ruined for me, your body all messed up because of me…,” he hums to himself. the lump in the back of your throat is there again, and as if to accentuate his point, he thrusts sharply into you.

a shockwave of heat shreds you from the inside out, and you arch your back harshly. he keeps torturing you like this. is this his way of edging you? keeping you this close to the edge and telling you about how much he wants to make you cum but not really letting you? akira loves how responsive your pussy is, how you keep milking his cock and fluttering all excitedly around him whenever he whispers about all the lewd things he wants to do to you. your thighs won’t stop shaking, and your juices are dripping everywhere, coating his balls and trickling down your skin and messing up his sheets.

you’re going to cum soon. your body feels weak and flushed all at once, and heat keeps mounting wildly inside of you. you can’t keep up with everything akira’s doing to you, and no matter how much he’s teasing you and whispering all sorts of dirty things into your ear, all of it is going straight into making your pussy feel good. your cunt won’t quit sucking him in, instantly hooked on the feeling of having your ex-fling’s cock stuffing it again.

you’re better than this. you know that, and yet you’re not above falling prey to akira’s words and honeyed traps. he’s spun a perfect web to ensnare you in, and you never stood a chance. he has you right where he wants you.

and you look so, so beautiful to him. he can feel how close you are. your pussy keeps pulsing and squeezing around his length, and your moans are growing more and more desperate. your eyes have lost focus a long time ago, but he knows that if he were to grab your face and force you to look at him, your pupils would still dilate and show him a clear reflection of his triumphant face. sweat beads at your body, and your bare skin is all laid out for him to admire. how could he ever leave you behind like that? you’re everything he’s ever wanted and more. it’s almost too good for him to believe.

“wanna cum-,” you stumble over your own words. “please- ‘m so close, akira… it hurts- don’t edge me…”

he hums, and you let out a pained whine when he slows his pace down, dragging his cock out of you painfully. your hole clings to every inch of his cock, not wanting to let him go, scared that he won’t fuck himself back into you. your brain lights up with pleasure as he slowly fucks himself back in before speeding back up, and the sensation is like whiplash to your overwhelmed senses.

your stomach curls dangerously, and your vision shakes violently as the heat rushes to your gut. you’re so close, so close to cumming, basically almost there. you hold your breath, anticipating the dizzying fall, just needing a little more from him to tip you over the edge. you clench your eyes shut as your insides throw a fit, overstimulated and reeling from how downright good it feels to get dicked down again.

except akira won’t give it to you that easily.

you let out a drawn out cry when he controls his pace and refuses to give you what you want, and you writhe in his arms, clawing at his bare skin and shaking your head back and forth. it’s awful, you hate it, you hate not being able to cum, feeling like there was a dry spell that refused to be satiated. you feel hollow and empty despite him fucking his cock back into you, trying to build that arousal back up.

“y-you’re edging me!” you protest. “please- i was so close- just wanna cum… it hurts…”

“sorry.” he doesn’t sound sorry at all, but he tries to appease you by pressing another flurry of sweet kisses to your face and neck. “can you blame me though? you sound so pretty, look so pretty… i like knowing that i still have it in me. hm? i’m making you feel good, aren’t i?”

it’s unfair how easily he can mess around with both your physical needs and your emotions. all you care about right now is the burning in between your thighs, the secondary pulse inside of your pussy wanting release. your pussy keeps getting more and more sloppy, juices spilling everywhere. your body isn’t resisting any of his touches anymore, and he’s fucking into you without cracking a sweat.

“c’mon,” he whispers seductively. “let me hear you beg for me some more. this is the only time you’ll ever sweeten up to me. you’re usually the thorny one otherwise. think you’re up for it? or do i need to tell you what to say again?”

your throat tightens, and your mind wavers. your thoughts have hazed over a long time ago, not caring about anything else happening in the world. all that mattered to you right now was the delicious stretch of akira’s cock inside your hole, and all you wanted right now was to cum all over his dick like you didn’t have a shred of pride left in your body. and you bet that was what akira wanted out of you: his guarded and jaded former classmate fucked out into a loving, cum-stained mess right in his bed.

the words are leaving your mouth before you can even fully comprehend them. “want it- want it so bad, akira… please, please, wanna cum on your cock- i’ve wanted it so bad… wanted it all this time, nothing else made me feel good! your cock’s the best, i wanna cum on your cock… please- i can’t think about anything else!”

he laughs breathlessly. you don’t know if it’s because he’s incredulous or if it’s because he’s impressed. maybe both. you couldn’t care less, not when your arousal pounds painfully throughout every corner of your body. you think you’ll actually burst if you don’t get to cum soon.

“yeah? god, can you blame me for getting so greedy with you when this is the kind of shit you reward me with?” he kisses your temples softly, and his lips move against your sweat-beaded skin. “i suppose i’ve tortured you enough, yeah? what a good girl you are, doing everything i ask you to do… it’s okay, i’m not going anywhere. you can cum on my cock as much as you want. it’s my turn to pamper my girl a bit…”

finally. finally…! good god, you swear you’re about to see the pearly gates right there. akira angles his hips just right, and he rams mercilessly into you, savoring the choked out cries and moans of thanks you let out, his name generously mixed into your muddled whimpers the way he likes it best. you’re hanging on by a thread, and akira’s fucking you in a way that’ll have you come undone any moment now.

“c-cumming…! ‘m cumming- akira- oh fuck- fuck, fuck, cumming!”

your cunt clamps down on his cock like a vice, and you throw your head back, a breathless shriek dying out on your lips as your orgasm crashes into you like a brick wall. something warm and wet gushes out in between your thighs, and heat overtakes you entirely. it feels so good, feeling that tightness in your gut snap and unravel and come completely loose, all of the pleasure coursing through your veins and making your mind go entirely blank. you can barely force a breath through your mouth, shuddering as akira guides you through your high, keeping your quivering walls stretched out to their limit as he pumps his cock in and out you through it all.

your world spins, and it feels like everything is giving out under you. your already foggy vision is fighting to stay as it is, and you cling to whatever part of akira is holding you from behind. fuck, you can’t remember when the last time you came like this was. masturbating and fucking yourself on your fingers all by yourself always felt so dull and lackluster, and actually getting a taste of real dick after having been deprived for so long felt like your entire universe was being flipped upside down. you didn’t even realize how badly you were shaking until akira held firmly onto your form, keeping you locked flush against his bare chest.

“ooh, bet that felt really nice-,” his voice warbles through your hearing. your heartbeat roars against your ears, and it takes everything in you to fully focus on what he’s saying. “fuck- i missed making my girl cum like that… i almost forgot that you make such a pretty face whenever you cum… makes me want to tease you even more. yeah? did it feel that good to cum on my cock? you missed it too, didn’t you?”

your head is heavy as you try to get yourself to nod, fully aware of all the slick covering his cock now. did you really cum that hard? you can’t make heads or tails out of anything right now, the aftermath of your high still possessing you fully. you’re a fucked out mess in that moment, and your head buzzes with the dull thrums of euphoric pleasure. you’re vaguely aware of how much akira’s dick is twitching inside of you, undoubtedly hurtling close to his own high now that he’s seen you turn into this mushy mess all because of him.

his balls twitch against your lower lips. his cock keeps spasming deep inside of you, and the same desperation that had claimed you whole is egging him on too. he wants to fuck his cum into you, watch your cunt struggle to keep all of it, stare down at you with his lust-stricken eyes as the pearly white ropes start to leak out of you.

you whine against the friction as he keeps bucking his hips against yours, grinding up just to feel a bit more of you. your head spins at the overstimulation, with him still rutting against you despite the fact that you just came. “t-too much, akira-”

“i’m close, promise-,” he grunts out. “bear with me, okay? so close, gonna fill up your pretty pussy with my cum- you’re being so good for me…”

you nod weakly. you want him to fill you up, want to feel the swell of your stomach as his cum floods your insides. you can bear that much. you keep crying out for him, letting your voice spur him on. you’re sure you’re going to be a sore mess tomorrow, aches already spreading across your lower back and legs, but with how much downright pleasure he can plunge you straight into, it’s a worthwhile trade off.

“god, you’re so fucking perfect…! take it- fuck- take it all… gonna make you mine, gonna make you my girl-,” akira groans. you yelp when he grabs at your hips and keeps you stuck in place, and he buries his cock as deep as he can fuck himself into you. a cold shiver spreads across your spine when he cums hard straight into your cunt, and the warmth bursts across your gut. your walls keen and strain as it stretches out to take his semen while his cock is still stuffed inside, and a sense of otherworldly bliss spreads across your brain when you can feel white hot ropes flood your womb.

“ohhhh- fuck- god-,” akira cries out. he buries his head against your shoulder, panting heavily. your intoxicating scent fills his nose, and he swears that he’s no longer on this earth. just as much as you’ve craved the physical intimacy, akira longed to feel this again, to feel your weight in his arms, to feel the warmth of his cock softening inside of your cunt as your lovejuices mix together. all sorts of hazy pleasures flicker up inside of his mind, and there’s nothing he wants to do more than to keep whispering sweet nothings to you and have you all plugged up with his cum, cement you as his for just a few seconds longer.

but he knows better than to push his luck even more than he has. your mind is swimming even more than his is, and he has to be the responsible one despite having initiated this whole mess to begin with.

he pulls out with a low groan, and you turn over to lay down on your back finally. your knees part unconsciously, and when akira sits up, he’s immediately entranced at the slow stream of his cum that trickles out of your fluttering hole. his cum slides down the curve of your ass and onto his sheets, a small pool forming underneath you.

did… he really cum that much?

he lets you have a second to pull yourself together, and he helps you. you’re still shaky, but you manage to thank him quietly as he gets up. he grabs the base of his half-hard cock, and he presses the sticky tip to your mouth. you look up at him wordlessly through your eyelashes, but your tongue darts out in between your lips. you obediently start licking the excessive cum off of his length, making sure to swirl your tongue into his slit and let him see you swallowing down whatever he couldn’t fuck into your throbbing cunt.

you missed this salty, heady taste too. you wish you weren’t so fucked out, wish you had something intelligent to say to this. more than anything else though, you wish you could feel something other than a sick sense of delight at everything that went down. you should be mortified at letting him pry his way into your heart so easily, for letting your walls down so quickly despite having spent five years building them up.

but now that everything was said and done, all you wanted in that moment was for him to lay down again so you could crawl back into his arms and feel his heartbeat against your bare body. that was the kind of man akira kurusu was. you couldn’t bring yourself to stay away from him for too long, no matter what you tried. you two were meant to be, no matter how much that sentiment had hurt you whenever you were young.

akira mumbles something about getting ready to clean you up, and you gingerly let yourself flop back down on his bed. fatigue seeps quickly into you. too much happened all at once that night, and no matter how much you fought through the fog in your head to make sense of everything, you remember very little after a certain point.

…

the appetizing scent of curry and coffee greets you when you slowly let your eyelids flutter open. you’re still naked, and the blanket covering you is light and cool. a gentle stream of sunlight tiptoes through the bedroom, and you stir, suddenly aware of how sleep-logged and heavy your body feels. still, it feels nice when you stretch your arms and legs, before realization slams into your consciousness like a sack of bricks.

you shoot upright, and your back immediately screams out in pain.

fuck. you messed up. you messed up big time.

you scramble to the edge of the bed, and in the corner, your clothes are freshly laundered and folded up. uncertainty gnaws at your stomach, and you rush to get dressed, haphazardly dragging your clothes over your head and slithering into whatever you had on last night. there’s no sign of akira anywhere, at least inside the bedroom, but this place is very much not your room nor your bed, so it has to be akira’s.

it was one thing to go out to dinner with akira and go back to his place for a cup of coffee. it was another to somehow end up having sex with him and passing out in his bed as if you two were actually lovers. you want to slap yourself in the face as the mortification fully settles in. you had only wanted closure last night, and now you don’t know what to make of the situation. things just got messy way too fast; you never had intended on sleeping with him, let alone letting him fuck you raw and creampie you.

you have half a mind to make a run straight for his front door, but when you crack his bedroom door open, you can hear humming and the clattering of plates from the kitchen. you shyly pad out into his hallway and towards where the noise is coming from. whatever foolish hopes you had of making a clean getaway were gone the moment you woke up, clearly having slept in from how much sunlight was pouring in through all of the windows. the very least you could do was maybe thank him for taking care of you last night and apologize for staying the night unexpectedly.

“oh!” akira whirls around with a pan in his hand. surprise blooms on his face, but he quickly smiles at you. “you’re up already! was i too loud? here, why don’t you take a seat at the table? i was hoping i could wake you up with breakfast already prepared, but i guess you beat me to it.”

heat pricks at your cheeks. you want to decline his offer, but the scent of food hits far stronger now that you’re close to the source. you’re begrudgingly reminded of how hungry you are when your stomach practically yowls, so you hang your head and shuffle awkwardly over to take a seat at his dining table. at the center is a small box of contraception and a glass of water, clearly meant for you, and you’re rendered shy again at how far ahead akira is compared to you.

he must have woken up early to have run to the store for plan b and to have enough time to basically cook up a whole meal for you. you don’t have to wait long before akira proudly presents you with a plate of hot rice and curry, followed by a mug of coffee prepared the way you like it best.

“eat. you’ll need the energy if you’re going to be taking the pill,” he encourages you. he presses a spoon into your hand, and you say a quick word of thanks before digging into the food. you’re not sure if it’s because he’s a good chef or if it’s because you’re ravenous, but you make quick work of breakfast. akira laughs softly at how you’re wolfing down your food and reminds you to chew, but before either of you know it, both of your plates are empty and a strained silence lingers above your heads.

“um…” you glance nervously at him. “i can do your dishes before i leave. and- um- please let me know how much i owe you for everything. i really should be on my way…”

“do my dishes? owe me anything?” the dark-haired man looks at you as if you’ve grown a second head. “are you in a rush to go somewhere?”

you should lie and tell him you have a prior appointment. if you’re smart, you would have hopped on the closest train that’ll take you far far away from this dangerous man. but clearly you aren’t as smart as you believe yourself to be, given how many times you chose against the “smarter” option to land yourself where you are now. what’s one more indulgent mistake?

“not… necessarily.” you don’t know how to tell him that you’re not sure how to face everything now. it’s impossible to close the gap of five years in just one hookup, no matter how much your hearts might have both yearned for it. there’s a lot of heavy emotional work left to be done if you want something meaningful to come out of it, and you can’t deny the fact that akira has objectively hurt you by disappearing from your life five years ago.

but when he reaches over the dining table to take your hand and squeeze it encouragingly, your resolve can only hold strong for so long. you peer up from where you’re staring down at your lap. his beautiful doe eyes are looking straight at you, and your heart throbs painfully inside of your chest.

you want him. you want this. you want all of it to work out, somehow.

“if there’s no hurry,” he murmurs soothingly, “stay a while. we have so much we have to catch up on.”

you want to believe in the good. in the worthwhile. in the in-betweens and the gray spaces and the happy endings that are still in the making. it might not have been there the last time, but things have changed, regardless of whether or not you’re willing to accept. with his hand intertwined with yours, this newfound tension hanging between the two of you, maybe it’s time for you to close the gap that had been plaguing you for so long.

this time, you won’t be alone.

author's note: wowee two fics from user pparadiselost within a week!!! i know, i know i have the most random posting schedule oopsie,,,, (//ω//) this fic is dedicated to @clubkira and was inspired by her lovely selfship with akira kurusu! i hope you all enjoyed reading, and if you want to show some appreciation, please consider donating to the humanitarian cause in gaza!!

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soyeonniez · 5 months ago

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power imbalance, age gap, slight worship

You came on to him. That's what he wants to say. That's what he would say if you got caught, even though he knows it wouldn't help his case. They'd ask why he didn't stop you. Because of the way you looked at him. Tears pricking at your pretty little eyes, with a face like that? Tongue out and eyes crossed. It would be cruel of him to say no to you and your raging hormones. He needed you so bad and he didn’t even realize it until you were begging him to fuck you. Begging your counselor to fuck you. You're 18, why should it matter? Mr. Maruki is just a good guy after all. So good to you, letting you ride his cock because those high school boys could never make you feel so good. So pretty, looking like a fucking goddess on top of him as he thrusts into you at a safe pace. So perfectly divine. He really should have had you like this sooner.

Maruki's grip on your hips was so tight you were for sure going to have the most disgusting bruises. The thought was maddening. You, walking around school all day, covered in marks nobody but him can see. He picked up his pace as he moved your hair out of your face, eyes piercing into yours. You’re so pretty, just babbling and crying, he’s fucked you so stupid, yet he needs more. Faster, faster, faster, every thrust accentuated by a "good girl". You're both close. One final thrust and his head is thrown forward into your neck, biting down as your warm cunt squeezes around him, determined to take all of him. "You're so beautiful, holy fuck baby…"

This is exactly what you wanted.

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frickingnerd · 15 days ago

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munehisa iwai nsfw headcanons

pairing: munehisa iwai x gn!reader

tags: dominant!iwai, mention of gunplay, safe words, rough!iwai

iwai is absolutely a dom and the chance that he'll sub for you is almost zero!

he just isn't the type to give up control and he wouldn't enjoy himself if he leaned back and let you take control for the night

iwai cares a lot about your pleasure, but most of the time, he'll be pent up and needy when he gets home, so he'll take out some stress by fucking you, before focusing on your pleasure during the second round

iwai doesn't have any extravagant kinks and prefers what he views as “traditional kinks”

though, due to his line of work, gunplay has crossed his mind before… yet iwai isn't sure how to feel about it, as he really doesn't want to hurt you!

though if you insist, he'll play the role of the villain for a night and let you pick out a gun you like, without any bullets inside, as he gives gunplay a try!

iwai is very adamant about having a safe word and knowing your boundaries, before the two of you try anything risky!

again, he really doesn't want to hurt you! so he's as careful as he can be, without spoiling the fun for the two of you

iwai can be coerced into trying out most kinks with you, if you beg hard enough. he has some limits he won't change his mind about, but he's open to at least discuss your kinks!

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maner5 · 2 years ago

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Succubus

Summary: Ren wakes up in the middle of a wet dream to find that he has a succubus on top of him sucking his cock.

Warnings: blowjob, unprotected sex, overstimulation, some somnophilia(?), corruption kink (only mentioned), and I think that's all, I don't know what else to put here lol

English is not my native language, so probably the grammar of some parts is not perfect, thanks for your understanding.

It was after three in the morning as Ren's sleeping body let out some heavy sighs and moaned slightly.

He finally opened his eyes to find a person on top of him with her face between his legs as they was licking his cock.

— Eh?! — Ren was startled and moved a few centimeters away from the person, his eyes got used to the little light that was there but enough thanks to a lamppost that was just outside Leblanc that allowed him to see that the person was a woman — Oh, you woke up — you said to the surprise of seeing Ren awake.

— Who are you and what are you doing? — Ren said slightly defensively as he tried to cover himself with the sheets.

— I was blowing you duh, and by the way, I'm a succubus — you said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world while gently pulling Ren's sheet off him

— I think my dream has become very realistic — you laughed at Ren's commentary

— Oh, sweetie, I'm more real than you think — you got close enough to Ren to wrap your hand around his still hard cock and lightly caress his glans with your thumb causing Ren to let out a heavy sigh — I just went out and found this cute boy to fuck

— Aha, so you were planning to fuck me while I was sleeping? and then steal my soul or something like that? — he said while trying to ignore the fact that you were still grabbing his cock.

— ha ha, I see you know a little bit about succubus, yes, we like to collect souls — you said while tracing circles with your finger on his hip bone — but we only do it if the sex was bad and we didn't recharge enough energy

Ren looked at the clothes you were wearing, your black leather shorts at the hip that barely covered your ass, and your tight top with a heart on the chest that perfectly contoured your tits — and was it bad that I woke up? — he gulped as he noticed the little horns on your head, the tail that twisted playfully and the little wings sticking out of your back.

— Actually, no — you got close enough to Ren to put your index finger on his lips — now we can have more fun.

One kiss, one kiss was enough to make Ren feel weak without him understanding why, enough to barely be able to prop himself up on his elbows as he watched you lick his cock — Easy, honey, my saliva makes people weak and lewd.

You wrapped his cock between your hand again and swallowed the pre-seminal fluid from his tip as you pumped it slowly, Ren only reacted with heavy sighs and a few inaudible moans, as you now licked his balls you felt Ren's cock twist in your hand, you took one of his balls into your mouth and jerked your mouth slightly.

Your mouth made a little "plop" as you pulled his dick out of your mouth — stop holding back — You complained when you saw that Ren was still holding back, but even if he wanted to give himself totally to you he couldn't, the whole situation was too unreal to assimilate. But you were determined to make him a bunch of moans and whimpers

You took your time playing with his cock, you tried to memorize everything, its taste, its size, its shape, the veins it had, you went through every millimeter enjoying it totally — Ah, you're going to drive me crazy… more, please — Ren brought his hand to his face. Hearing him asking you for more made you feel victorious, you shoved his cock all the way down your throat while using your hands to play with his balls, in no time Ren was fucking your mouth.

You squeezed him lightly with your lips while using your tongue, you were desperate to taste his sticky delicious white nectar that when he cummed you swallowed it without hesitation, it tasted so good you were eager for more.

Ren sat up and with a quick movement you took the opportunity to remove his black t-shirt, the light coming through the window allowed you to see the toned body he was hiding under those clothes, you had definitely won the lottery with him. Ren didn't look at you when you slipped your arms behind his neck as you straddled him — Don't you think I deserve a compliment? — you pouted slightly when you noticed he still didn't look at you.

— That wasn't bad — he said lowly and finally turned to look at you, but it wasn't your eyes he saw, he noticed how your nipples were now showing through the fabric and that didn't go unnoticed by you

— ah — you removed your hands from Ren's neck to take off your top — I guess it's my turn — Ren blushed but kept looking shamelessly at your now bare breast, you laughed at that — don't be shy — you took his hands to put them on your boobs — you can touch — you said with a teasing smile while looking him in the eyes

You didn't expect Ren to jump on your neck just as you didn't expect him to squeeze your tits roughly, you shuddered at his touch, especially when he started playing with your nipples and pinching them while he gave you a hickey on your neck and then lightly biting the place where he left his mark. He started to move down leaving kisses along the way, pausing momentarily at your collarbones to let out a sigh that made you tingle but at the same time you were excited to feel his breath. He licked your nipples as his hands traveled from your waist to your ass, he squeezed your ass hard as he felt your nails dig into his back after he bit your nipples, after leaving several marks on your chest he pulled away to observe how pretty his marks looked on your body (plus he didn't know how to continue). You noticed his little experience with women and the idea of teaching him until you totally corrupted him excited you, you lightly scratched his chest and moved in to kiss him, he wasn't bad but he could definitely improve, you were already getting the idea that after that night you could come back to teach Ren how you like things, you ran your fingernails down his spine from bottom to top making his cock harden again.

You felt Ren start to rub against you desperate to get friction another way, you pulled away from him to whisper in his ear — you're so needy, so cute, how long has it been since you've masturbated? — you laughed lightly as you began to slowly masturbate him.

— It's your fault… It's because of your saliva — he said between half-hearted sighs, you were a little annoyed that Ren kept holding back, you were so eager to hear his moans that in just one movement you shoved his cock all the way in, you arched your back as you felt him fill you while digging your fingernails into his back. Finally, you finally managed to get a moan out of Ren. Eager to hear him moan just for you you started to move, you jumped on his cock so happily and loved the noise the clash of your bodies produced. Ren would let out an almost inaudible moan or two but for the moment you didn't care, it felt so damn good, it was great, the sounds of his balls colliding with you, his hands on your ass and his eyes that kept watching your tits bounce, it all felt so good that you didn't stop until you felt Ren's cock twist inside you, then you stopped suddenly and started going at an insufferably slow pace (at least for Ren) who looked at you and with his agitated voice asked — Why are you stopping?

You moved closer to his ear — tell me what you want — you were liking to play with him, you wanted to have him begging you to fuck him

It took a few seconds before Ren spoke — I want…. you to make me cum

— okie, darling ♡ — you resumed the rhythm from before but now Ren was also using his hands to get deeper inside you, you squeezed him so hard that he started to let out some moans because of how good it felt to be inside you, you wanted his cum now inside you that you increased the speed until Ren abruptly pulled you down just as he came inside you, cumming both at the same time, you felt your insides warm as Ren clung to your body with his forehead on your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath, finally he stopped hugging you and you pushed him lightly to the mattress — your cum is of exceptional quality, maybe I'll come back later to taste you again, besides. .. you're not bad at all— you took the time to observe his naked torso, you wished the light was stronger to appreciate it better but you still traced lines with your index finger on his abdomen while biting your lip.

You leaned over him distributing kisses on his chest until you started playing with his nipples, you kissed them, licked, sucked and finally bit them while your hands caressed his torso, Ren was now sensitive and you could hear him moan a little more with each bite and feel him shuddering from your hands running over his torso, you moved closer to his face to look into his eyes, Ren had a look of slight alertness in his eyes because he knew what you were up to. It still wasn't enough for you — ah, no, I won't be able to take this one more time — despite his words he showed no great resistance to your kiss.

It was a messy and very wet kiss, your tongues crashed against each other and you could feel Ren hardening inside you again, you pulled away from him to jump on his cock again, in the room you could hear only the lewd noises you both produced, the clashing of your skins, your moans with each thrust and the now also uncontrollable moans and grunts coming from Ren's throat, you increased your pace until Ren was cumming inside you again, you stood up throwing your head back as you let out a high pitched moan. You stayed with him inside you as you felt his cum dripping from your pussy, Ren fell asleep almost immediately after you finally pulled his big cock out of you, you shuddered from the sudden emptiness.

You stared for a moment at that sleeping boy you just fucked, he was handsome and with a good body, he had awakened something inside you, you definitely wanted to keep doing this with him, his semen was quality but even more important, he seemed to be a blank canvas to mold him how you liked the most.

Normally you should have left after what had just happened, maybe it was best for him to think it was all a dream when he woke up, maybe. Instead you decided to stay there, you had eaten too well that you were now tired and sleepy, you just wiped the little bit of cum that was left on his cock and swallowed it, you arranged his pants and lay down next to him, you didn't bother to clean yourself or put your top back on, you just draped one of your arms over him, covered him and yourself with the sheet and fell asleep next to that cute boy.

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Ren was startled to see a half-naked girl with horns, wings and tail sleeping so peacefully next to him, his eyes repaired in all the marks he left on your chest and neck realizing that it was not a dream, everything was real and somehow he liked to know that everything was real.

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I thought this would be shorter, I wrote this in the new year, literally had one hand in porn and one hand making dinner lmao, anyway thanks for reading ⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠��⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾

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loverboy-cc · 1 year ago

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True That Love in Withdrawal (Was The Weeping of Me)

Goro Akechi at his core is not a patient man. He can muster up patience should he need to for one reason or another, but it’s not as inherent to him as it is to someone such as Ren. In hindsight, he’d been set up. Ren knew exactly what he was doing with his little… Idea.

Hiiiii I spent so long on this lmao, if u want to read it on ao3 here it is!

Pairing: Akechi Goro/Akiren

Tags: Porn With Plot, Anal, Aphrodisiacs, Bets & Wagers, Light Orgasm Delay/Denial, Semi-Public Sex

WC: 3.8k :D

Goro Akechi at his core is not a patient man. He can muster up patience should he need to for one reason or another, but it’s not as inherent to him as it is to someone such as Ren.

That lack of patience, or maybe a lack of foresight, currently has him hunched over his desk. Aggressively fisting his drooling and painfully hard cock.

In hindsight, he’d been set up.

Ren knew exactly what he was doing with his little… Idea.

“Goro.”

“Yes, Ren?”

Beautiful steel gray eyes he’s found himself adoring more and more, much to his own behest and a sweet, gentle smile.

“I have an idea, and a prize for you if you’ll hear me out.”

Hook, line, and fucking sinker. Goro had stepped eagerly into the trap Ren laid out for him in the comfortable warmth of Leblanc. Lured in by the mere concept of a prize, because a prize means there’s competition. And Goro was keen on winning against Ren for once in his sad, shitty life.

Even then, when Ren actually explained his idea Goro was given the option to deny it. Given the… unstable nature of their current relationship. With Goro still reeling from his failure to execute the raven haired man that had been standing across from him, and said man ignoring the protests of literally a dozen people to seek him out. He should’ve walked away, or at least said no.

Coherent thought and Ren's existence in his life never went hand in hand, and that wasn’t about to change now.

He gasped and bit back a frankly pathetic whimper, technically he’d already lost. But Ren wouldn’t know that, he could chase his own satisfaction here and still get his prize.

“I’m going to put an aphrodisiac in your coffee and if you can last until you get off work I will do literally whatever you want.”

“I beg your pardon?”

They had barely been within 6 feet of each other since the incident. Goro had a hell of a time getting Ren's gray matter out of his uniform, and is still fighting to rid himself of the mental image of his lover’s rival's dead eyes looking up at him as his blood pooled around him on the cold metal table. Which made touching the object of his terror difficult, especially since a not insignificant part of him was convinced he was hallucinating and touching Ren would make him dissipate like it did every other hallucination of his.

“When you say anything, do you mean it?”

“Yes.”

“Then I accept your little challenge.”

The casual way Ren stated the idea should’ve been his first warning, and the sheer mirth that painted Ren's expression when he agreed should’ve been his second.

He leaned back and sighed, this clearly wasn’t going anywhere useful and his dick is starting to hurt in a much more unpleasant way than the dull ache of being unbearably horny.

He didn’t have a plan for what he was going to get Ren to do.

…

He’s spectacular at lying to people, years of being the detective prince taught him well. Lying to himself was a much more daunting task, and one that he rarely succeeded in.

He has plenty of things he had planned on asking Ren to do when he won. Ranging from licking his shoes and apologizing like the pathetic attic trash he is, all the way to pushing him against the bar in Leblanc and-

He hissed indignantly and forced himself to sit on his hands. He was not about to actually lose to Ren, nor acknowledge that for the first time this afternoon he’d been getting off properly. All because in his mind's eye the hands on him were Rens and not his own.

Loki cackled, the low scratchy noise filling his ears as the god taunted him. Mocking him with how 30 full minutes of jerking off did nothing but frustrate him, but mere seconds after he imagined Ren touching him he was teetering on the edge.

He could, theoretically, text Ren.

Was it still a loss if Ren- Yes.

God he hated himself, but he desperately needed to get some work done and in his current state that wasn’t an option. Explaining himself was also off the table based on how his voice evaded him whenever he tried to speak.

So, in a jarringly out of character moment of weakness, he closed his eyes and thought of Ren.

He came almost immediately, catching the majority in a napkin before tossing it into the little black trash can under his desk. Considering the bin for a moment before burying the object of his embarrassment a bit further into the paper, more so he doesn’t have to see it and be reminded of all of this than someone questioning why there was a particularly sticky napkin in his trash.

He realized a moment later that he is still extraordinarily hard, and that getting off didn’t help with his current situation. It arguably made it worse if he was honest with himself.

His attention snaps to his phone, the quiet buzz taunting him with possibilities. It could be Sae asking him about work, it could be Shido with a new list of names.

It could be Ren.

He hoped in no small part that it was the latter of the three, because then at least he has an excuse to talk to the man.

Ren: u doing ok?

Thank god.

Goro: I’m doing perfectly fine, I’ve actually been able to get quite a bit of work done. Goro: I do hope you don’t value your dignity, I plan on taking full advantage of my prize.

The thought of taking Ren's dignity stirs a new warmth inside of him, the idea of taking the great and powerful leader of the Phantom Thieves down a notch or 10 stirring up a much more feral desire for the beautiful man.

Ren: Oh? Well I’m looking forward to whatever you have planned ;)

Cocky bastard, he much more eagerly palms at his arousal this time. Goro will enjoy wiping that stupid, smug, unbelievably hot smirk off his face-

The knock at his door sends him reeling and the weight of what he’s doing crashes down onto him as he hurriedly stuffs his dick back into his pants before shakily saying

“Yes? What do you need?” His voice wavers and he prays he doesn’t look as disheveled as he feels. Sae steps into his office wearing a frustrated expression that morphs quickly into concern at his state.

“I came to discuss another mental shutdown case, are you alright? No one has heard from you today and you’re flushed.”

Shit- fuck- oh dear god-

“Ah my apologies Sae-san, I’ve got a bit of a cold. I didn’t expect it to affect me this much.”

He takes on his princely persona with practiced ease, feigning his apology all too well.

“If that’s the case please go home and rest, I can take over for you today.”

It takes him every ounce of willpower not to cheer.

“I appreciate it Sae-san, next time we get sushi let me cover it as thanks alright?”

She nods and removes herself from his office, and he’s never left the station faster in his life. The train ride to Yongen-Jaya feels endless and a small part of him prays that Ren is there and not busy, after all it is 3pm on a Sunday.

Doubt settles in his mind, what if he was busy? Goro wasn’t sure if he could physically handle not immediately leaping into the arms of the man already, the thought of Ren's body pressed against his own being a feeling he misses far more than he’d ever admit. But having got the blessing of Sae letting him leave early only to be forced to wait anyway?

The thought doesn’t get the opportunity to linger as he steps off the train, only to come face to face with the man who’d been invading his mind all afternoon.

“Good timing, I was going to come see you.”

Goro ignores the way his heart leaps.

“Oh? What for?”

He does his best to keep his princely mask up, but it’s always harder when it’s Ren, and with the memories of his fantasies still all too fresh in his mind it’s difficult to look the man in the eye.

“I wanted to see how you were doing, you clearly were lying when you texted me.”

“Ah… I suppose you’ve caught me.”

The proud little smirk on Ren's face doesn’t go unnoticed, and Goro raised an eyebrow.

“Oh I didn’t actually know if you’d been lying, I had a hunch you had because it’s you , but thank you for confirming it.”

Goro doesn’t really have time to reply before Ren takes his hand and drags him away. The single point of contact somehow sets his entire body on fire as Ren pulls him along. Had he been able to pay attention he would’ve recognized the path to Leblanc, but his entire focus was pinned on the firm grip Ren held on him, the warmth of his flesh managing to seep through his gloves. What he wouldn’t give to feel those hand on-

The soft jingle of the bells on the door of cafe Leblanc ripped him from his thoughts, with Sojiro nowhere to be found.

It would settle into his head much later that Ren had planned this too, but for now all he could feel was the soft lips on his and the fire under his skin as he pulled Ren closer, long past the point of no return. Something deep inside him wanted to run, to abandon this entire day and curl up in bed with featherman reruns until he could haul himself back onto his feet and into work.

That idea was thoroughly squashed when Ren pushed him against the door, the entrance bells jingling lightly as they collided again. Goro let himself grind against Ren, melting into the low growl it ripped from his chest. There’s little he wouldn’t do in this moment to get more out of Ren, more noises, more touch, anything Ren could give him he’d take with open arms.

He doesn’t need to wait long.

Ren breaks the kiss and Goro finds himself chasing his lips, craving the touch, but all Ren does is smirk and grab his tie. Dragging him up the stairs into the attic as he spoke.

“I heard from a little birdie that you lost and didn’t plan on telling me. I knew you feel the need to win every game you play but I didn’t expect the noble detective prince to stoop to cheating.”

His title hits him like a slap in the face and he valiantly fights the urge to fall for the bait, the suddenness of the words shocking him into a moment of clarity. Ren wanted him to react, it’s the only time he called him that.

Goro is on a losing streak today.

“A little bird? So you had Sakura-chan do your dirty work for you, how pathetic.” The words fly out of his mouth with a harsh sneer and the glee that paints Ren's face makes Goro a special kind of nervous. He steels his crimson gaze and prays to any deity that will listen that he didn’t just obliterate his chance to get closer to the Phantom Thieves infamous leader.

“I may have, but you’re the one who gave her something to find.”

He’s not sure when he landed on Ren's bed, nor when the lithe man made himself comfortable between his thighs, but he was aware of it now. With Ren kissing him harshly, aggressive and open mouthed kisses that made their teeth click together. While large deft hands worked his uniform off, confident like he’d done it a million times over.

The pang of jealousy at the idea of Ren sleeping with anyone but him is added to the ever growing pile of feelings he’s ignoring. Choosing instead to run his fingers through curly black locks and pulling . The motion forced a low groan out of Ren and a harsh bite on his bottom lip as he finally got Goro’s pants off.

Had his mind been clearer he probably would’ve made some snide comment about Ren's staring. Or at least had the shame to close his legs, but he didn’t. Goro basked eagerly in the undivided attention of the mastermind currently unbuttoning his jacket and kissing him stupid.

Once his jacket was off Ren's attention shifted from his lips to his chest, humming as he bit a series of marks into the supple skin of his chest. One hand firmly on Goro’s hip and the other sliding lazily up and down his side.

God, he was needy. His nude body splayed out on Ren's futon, eager for whatever he had planned.

What he didn’t expect was for Ren to shift, pulling Goro’s hips to the edge of his makeshift bed and settling to his knees on the floor between Goro’s thighs. For a brief, horrifying moment, Ren dropped all physical contact with Goro. The brunettes mind reeling with what that meant for him in his current position, unsure of where his clothes are and agonizingly horny.

Ren's tongue pressed firmly against his hole made him jolt, but unpleasantly cold hands on his thighs held him down and prevented his sharp movement from interrupting Ren's eager licking. It was strange, but not unpleasant, and Goro found his body arching into every lap of his tongue. At some point the raven haired man’s fingers replaced his tongue and Ren moved back up to face him, peppering soft kisses on skin as he made his way back to Goro’s lips.

It was no surprise to him that Ren was amazing with his hands. He’d never admit it, but during their heist in Sae’s palace he had spent a not insignificant amount of time watching the man play with his dagger, twirling the blade effortlessly between hands clad in fiery red gloves. Even more time spent alone in his apartment with his hand shoved between his thighs, desperate for Ren's hands to replace his own.

Having them was everything he had hoped it to be, lithe strong hands more befitting a musician than a thief. Pushing and stretching in all the best ways, little gold stars dancing in Goro’s vision as Ren moved his hands, carefully working him open and preparing him for something more.

Goro reveled in the feeling of Ren's skin against his own. Wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pulling Ren down to be flush against him, whining as he pushed his hips up, eager to finally be fucked in the way he’d been craving since before he’d entered the cafe this morning.

The realization that he’d been desperate for Ren even before the aphrodisiac rattled in his brain as Ren pulled away, removing his fingers from Goro and retrieving a bottle of lube left on the floor that Goro had been too lost in the feeling of Ren's hands to notice.

Goro’s body accepted Ren like that’s what it was made to do. While the awkward angle of his hips would make him sore eventually, for now he didn’t care. Clinging to Ren as he bottomed out, hips pressed flush against his own Goro just about sobbed. He had been waiting for this consciously since 8 this morning, and subconsciously for as long as he’d known Ren. It was everything he had hoped it to be, Ren was so warm against him and in him, the raven haired man despite not being physically larger swallowed him whole and at the moment he was living for it.

Ren’s voice, gently asking if he was okay and saying something about how he’d gone quiet lulled him out of his thoughts, Goro nodded eagerly and pulled Ren close again, gasping at how the movement shifted them and somehow pushed Ren even deeper into him. Goro was barely able to whine out a confirmation, his voice thoroughly lost to him. The feeble noise drawing a low chuckle out of Ren as he began to rock his hips gently against Goro’s, the movement was overwhelmingly good yet still somehow not enough. The last shreds of his pride forcing Goro’s mouth shut, not allowing him to start begging immediately. Sure he’s been practically drooling over the idea of Ren’s dick being anywhere near him for the past 7 or so hours, but Ren didn’t need to know that.

His unconscious whining told Ren of his desperation though, and with a saccharine smile Ren picked up his pace, savoring each honeyed moan and whine that bubbled out of Goro’s chest. His dull nails left behind faint red stripes in the skin of Ren's shoulders as Goro fell further into it all, sweet noises morphing into desperate pleas for more as Ren pulled him apart at the seams. Said raven haired man making a point of keeping his own voice down so he could fully enjoy Goro’s sounds and the sharp slap of his thighs on the other mans as it echoed through the attic.

Goro’s mind swam, maybe it was whatever that shit Ren put in his coffee, maybe it was his own desperation. But between Ren’s harsh thrusts and the heady groans that kept falling from his lips it was hard not to wail and cling to Ren. He really didn’t want to seem like some kind of slut but god he was living for Ren’s attention and everything in his body screamed for more. He so badly wanted Ren to be more aggressive, the restraint was obvious in his gentle but quick movements paired with a bruisingly tight grip on his hips.

Before he was fully conscious of the thought the words fell from Goro’s lips, his voice low and harsh. Hoarse from moaning he hadn’t realized he’d been doing.

“For the love of god if you don’t fuck me harder I’m going to push you off me and do it myself.”

The silence was palpable as Ren stopped dead, the heaving of his chest being the only remaining motion.

Shit.

Before he could open his mouth to apologize Ren shifted, looking up at him through sweat slicked bangs, his expression completely flat as he searched Goro’s eyes. The always stunning crimson eyes peering back at him through sticky strands of ashy brown hair clouded with lust and somewhere, deep inside them, something much sweeter.

After a moment of silence Ren smiled, though it was more characteristically akin to Joker’s smirk, the pointed smile given only to formidable opponents he was about to destroy with terrifying ease. The idea of Ren destroying him made Goro’s face warm in a strange sort of way that he wasn’t entirely sure could be attributed to the fact that Ren was in fact still balls deep in him and grinning like a madman.

“Are you absolutely sure that's what you want?”

Goro didn’t say anything, he just nodded and ran his fingers through Ren's hair, pulling him closer and hoping to himself that it would be enough confirmation that Ren would finally start moving again. As much as he loved the feeling of cockwarming Ren he was beyond desperate and had finally let go of his last bits of his pride.

Based on how Ren sunk his teeth into the soft skin of his shoulder, the answer is yes, that was in fact confirmation enough, adjusting his grip on Goro’s hips before sliding back. Leaving him with only the flushed head of his cock pressed inside him, before snapping his hips forward. Ripping a strangled gasp from Goro as Ren set a pace harsh enough to bruise. Goro’s gasps morphed quickly into broken wailing as he eagerly accepted Ren’s violent thrusts, the haze filling his mind dissipating only to be replaced with a visceral need for more.

So, he begged. Barely lucid and sobbing into Ren’s shoulder he screeched out another plea for more, Ren only replying by biting down harder as he railed Goro into the futon. Goro came almost embarrassingly quickly after that, biting his hand in an attempt to stifle the sharp cry of the raven haired man’s name as he painted his chest and belly with streaks of white, though Ren didn’t slow down at all. Fucking Goro into oversensitivity quickly as his screaming evolved into incoherent babbling as Ren used him mercilessly.

The time from then until when Ren emptied himself into Goro was a blur to Goro, with him being thoroughly overstimulated and beyond exhausted he barely registered that Ren was still going until he felt Ren let go of his shoulder and instead dug his teeth into the soft skin of Goro’s neck as his hips stuttered.

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The sheer terror of waking up to the smell of curry was not exactly something he had anticipated. His apartment rarely smelt of anything other than cleaning products, so the pleasantly savory smell of sauteed vegetables and spices was jarring to begin with. But upon shooting out of bed only to find himself in leblanc the horror was multiplied tenfold, with his clothes nor his phone anywhere to be found he couldn’t reasonably leave the futon he was sat on, on the off chance the sun was down because it was the evening and leblanc was still open enough to keep him sat on the edge of the futon, wrapped tightly in Ren’s single dusty blanket.

A few minutes of unpleasant silence later Ren made his way up the stairs, a generous plate of curry in one hand, and Goro’s uniform folded neatly in his other.

“You passed out right after you came so I made you some food… Oh and your uniform was covered in dust so I tossed it in the wash.”

Ren smiled sweetly, the act made Goro want to die. Not only did he lose, he now had Ren doting on him like an eager wife and he was enjoying it a lot.

“I suppose that’s the least you could do for me after being so aggressive with me that I literally passed out.” Goro replied with his usual sneer, though it was clear that it was half-assed. Carefully accepting both the plate of food, and his clothing, Ren loomed for a moment after handing him his things.

“Do you-” Ren cut him off by placing a chaste kiss on Goro’s forehead, before turning on a dime, and in an uncharacteristic moment of cowardice, literally sprinting down the stairs, audibly tripping as he reached the bottom.

If he had any say in the matter Goro would never be seen in Leblanc ever again.

Alas, coherent thought and Ren's existence in his life never went hand in hand.

#persona 5 #persona 5 akechi #persona 5 royal #ren amamiya #akechi #akira kusuru #❥ my writing #akeshu #shuake #goro akechi #p5r #akechi goro #persona 5 protagonist #❥ 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 #one shot #persona 5 smut

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letthemhateme · 10 months ago

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eugh it's so hard to find people to roleplay with these days, everyone is in private cliques and discord servers

so anyway here's my last attempt at screaming into the void to find interactions, these are all the canon characters I write in all the different fandoms. I write para/multipara, just about any genre (esp angst and fluff and smut) m/m ships only and 18+ for various nsfw themes, and I'm open to canon compliant threads and AUs. I'm a lil slow on replies sometimes because life sucks and so does chronic pain, but I'm also down to just hang or play games or whatever idk. I don't always feel like writing every muse on the list, and I have my favorites, but I also have pretty niche interests so don't be afraid to reach out if something catches your eye. I'm a lil picky in who I write with, I don't care for drama and I require at least basic literacy, but other than that just be nice :3

I don't write on tumblr because I have no idea how to work this hellsite tbh, but I'm open to trying

Right now my biggest muse is probably Goro Akechi (P5R) and I have the worst akeshu brainrot rn hehe I would die for akeshu interactions

Games

Cyberpunk 2077 — Johnny Silverhand, male V

Persona 5 — Joker, Akechi

World of Warcraft — Anduin Wrynn, Mathias Shaw, Sabellian, Neltharion/Deathwing, Koltira Deathweaver, Azuregos

Warframe — Tenno

Genshin Impact — Childe

Witcher — Jaskier, Iorveth, Gaetan, Detlaff, Regis

Nier Automata — 9S, Eve

Dishonored — Daud, the Outsider

Hades — Zagreus, Thanatos

Morrowind — Nerevar, Nerevarine, Dagoth Ur

The Legend of Zelda — Link (SS, TP, TotK, BotW)

Haven — Yu

Nier Replicant — Brother Nier, Emil

A Date With Death — Casper

Anime/Manga

Jujutsu Kaisen — Satoru Gojo, Toge Inumaki

To Your Eternity — Fushi

Natsume's Book of Friends — Natsume Takashi

B: the Beginning — Izanami

TAL — Baek-Jeong

Hozuki's Coolheadedness — Hozuki, Hakutaku

Bungo Stray Dogs — Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Chuuya Nakahara

Attack on Titan — Levi

Castlevania — Alucard

D. Grayman — Allen Walker, Lavi

Kara no Kiyoku — Tobi

Dororo — Hyakkimaru

The Case Study of Vanitas — Noe, Vanitas, Louis

Kara no Kyoukai — Mitsuru Kamekura, genderbend Shiki Ryougi

Talentless Nana — Jin Tachibana

Night Head 2041 — Takuya Kuroki

Shows/Movies

Every Hugh Dancy character ever tbh

The Witcher — Jaskier

Hannibal — Will Graham

Books

Animorphs — Tobias

Skulduggery Pleasant — Skulduggery, Nefarian Serpine, Lord Vile

Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde — Jekyll and Hyde

Other

Fate/ series — Robin Hood, Cu Chulainn, Andersen, Gilgamesh, Zhou Yu

YouTube — Jameson Jackson, Antisepticeye

Forgotten Realms — Bishop, Artemis Entreri, Jarlaxle

Fallen London — Mr Eaten/Candles, Mr Veils, Mr Stones, Mr Pages, Mr Wines

#writing #please #fandom #basically every fandom ever #roleplay #literate rp #fandom ships #ships #seeking #looking for friends #goro akechi #akeshu #world of warcraft #mun muses #multifandom rp #multipara #sigh

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guildofthieves · 2 years ago

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“Shall we change your heart or your fate?”

Independent Persona 3/5 RP Blog featuring Goro Akechi and Shinjiro Aragaki. RP experience of 10+ years. Mature themes and spoilers present and will be present throughout the blog. If you have not beaten P5R or Persona 3 FES/Portable, go play those games first!!

Muses:

Goro Akechi

Shinjiro Aragaki (new)

Yusuke Kitagawa

Haru Okumura

Ann Takamaki (semi-selective)

Rin Amamiya (female protag OC)

Shortened Rules/Expectations:

No Godmodding/Controlling characters - self explanatory

All muses will be 18+ since most things will be post canon, unless stated as an in-verse thread.

I believe in chemistry, so if our muses click, great! If not romantically, that doesn’t mean they can’t be friends! I am always looking for RPers that have muses who can be friends with mine!

If a muse is a jerk to one of mine, expect them to react accordingly.

Under no circumstances will I ship any muses with adult ones as given some have specific trauma related to that.

Basic info:

I have ADHD and now have a full-time job so responses may be spotty and fewer, but don’t think if I go radio silent that you have angered me or annoyed me! It takes a lot to make me frustrated!

I prefer longer replies and would prefer to save short replies for memes or crack posts. You don’t have to match length, but I would prefer you to do more than a few sentences.

OCs are off and on for me, but as long as they have a decent foundation and a lot of info, I’ll give them a chance! Please don’t let OCs be perfect and loved by everyone.

Smut ( @guildofsin ) and romance aren’t the only plot lines I look for. I love drama, angst and goofy stuff! Don’t be afraid to plot with me about these ideas!

If you want more clarification on things, feel free to message me!

All follow backs will come from @immxrtal-festive-rxses, so that there is no confusion and resulting in blocking!

Lastly, have fun and I would love to interact with those who love Persona as much as I do!

#[|| ooc :: out of requests ||]#[|| guildofthieves ||]#[|| new promo alert! ||]

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maroonghost · 2 years ago

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Hey

You might recognize me from all my Polythieves incorrect quotes, and if you’re looking for more Polythieves, I’m writing a fanfiction on it. Currently, I’m doubling back and editing every chapter, plus I’ll add in five more chapters at the end to tie it off. Go Phantom Thieves! Remastery Rd. is on Archive of Our Own for your reading pleasure.

Have a spoiler-free summary:

-SMUT WARNING

-Currently 100 chapters long

-Mishima and Shiho are also Phantom Thieves

-Every PT is dating every other PT (except Morgana)

-Takes place around three years past the end of P5R

-There’s a chapter for every couple

-Microdoses of Kawakami/Takemi and Ohya/Iwai

-New and returning Personas

-New palaces

-sugimura

-Did I say five extra chapters? I meant fifteen

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24867589/chapters/60162505

#archive of our own #go phantom thieves! remastery rd.#polythieves #persona 5

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evokemessiah · 1 year ago

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Rules

1. No Powerplay/Godmodding Please!

2. Ships are Okay - I’m MultiShip. Although I’m Selective with Ships. Oh! And, We have to Talk of You Wanna Ship! Chemistry is Key, too.

3. My Grammar isn’t the Best. Please Understand that I’ll Always Try My Best. You are Free to Correct Me!

4. OC Friendly? Sure! However, Please give a Bio on them.

5. I am Semi-Selective, but be aware I mainly like RPing and will probably not turn down your Offer to RP.

6. NSFW Friendly, However Smut will not be Tolerated. Sure, Passing Jokes will be Allowed but Very Rarely.

7. I am Always up to RP! However, sometimes it may be Slow.

8. Alert Me if You have Any Triggers. My Triggers are the Word F/t [a], C/lories [a], D/et Culture [i] and S/nrio [a]. No Need for Tags though as I know it’s Tricky to Keep up with! I will be Trigger Tagging Anything Accordingly too! Though I’m Only Human, So I may Miss Some.

9. This Blog will have Dark Themes, So I Only Prefer Interacting with Muns 18+. I don’t Often Say this but I Feel like it’s Needed for this Blog.

10. I am Mainly Mobile Bound So Please Bare with Me!

11. Although this isn't a Rule per say, but just so you're all aware I have not played P1, P2, P4 and P5 - but currently I am Watching a Playthrough of P5R. Spoilers are Welcomed!! Seriously. I want to Interact with everyone that wants to Interact with me.

Thanks for Reading! ^^

!Rules Will Also be Up for Change Whenever!

#rules

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imma-bout-to-simp · 4 years ago

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Akira Kurusu Not SFW HC’s

Erotic Content Below the cut

This boy is kinky, we know this. But he’s still respectful.

He loves it when you show off your body to him, knowing you’re doing it just for him as well makes the blood rush straight to his dick. But he also likes when you show off in general when you’re with him, he knows the people seeing the two of you wish they were him.

He is low-key, a bit of a pervert when it comes to his lover. He can go from 0 to horny when around you, he just can’t help it. He tries not to let you know though, especially if it makes you uncomfortable.

Akira is hard to read but once you spend enough time with him, they aren’t too hard to pick up on. One of his main ones is his eyes lingering on certain parts of your body, especially if you’re in your phantom thief uniform. Some of the other members have noticed him staring at your ass with a smirk, almost like he’s analyzing something. No one was willing to bring up these actions with him since you don’t seem to care.

When going through momentos if you two ever split up from the group, it’s an unspoken rule that the rest of the phantom thieves don’t go looking for the two of you. Ryuji once found the two of you fucking against a wall in one of the dead ends and, well, he told Makoto and you both got yelled at.

If you show any signs of finding Akechi attractive he might ask you if you wanted to invite him to a threesome. If you say yes, you’re in for one hell of a night. Akira pretty much is already on the phone with Akechi, almost like they’ve both been waiting for this to happen.

Please ride this boy. He wants nothing more than his brains to be fucked out by you. If he’s had a long day, you on top of him will make everything better.

He will fuck you almost anywhere. Bathrooms, palace safe rooms, mementos, the school roof. If the coast is clear and you’re okay with it, you could get dicked down anywhere.

Has a maid kink. Please wear a maid dress for him. He’ll make it worth your while, and that’s a promise.

Is always buying new things for the two of you to have fun with. He has to have a secret place for all the toys and outfits he owns.

#persona 5 #persona 5 royal #p5 #p5r #persona #persona headcanon #persona smut #persona 5 smut #akira kurusu #akira kurusu x reader #ren amamiya #ren amamiya x reader #akira kurusu smut #ren amamiya smut #my writing

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luuxxart · 3 years ago

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moodboard for when the adajima brainrot takes over and you write 17k words about these idiots finally realizing that even the biggest disasters can become domestic and actually have a home together.

#persona 4 #tohru adachi #ryotaro dojima #adajima #No I don’t know where the chibis came from but I got them off the wiki #so they are?? official??? maybe idk #anyway this takes place in the #uncle Adachi au #but I guess it could be read without that context #all you need to know is that it’s 5 yrs post P5R and Adachi is out of jail #that and Adachi is the younger brother of Akechi’s mom #AND IF I HAD A BIGGER BRAIN #i would’ve written pure smut. unfortunately. I’m not that strong #i have to have PLOT. i have to have it. and ANGST #but there are multiple references to Adachi being a b/ttom bc honestly did you expect this man to be a top ever

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manias-wordcount · 3 years ago

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Mom-To-Be (Goro Akechi x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗜𝗧𝗦 𝗠𝗬 𝗛𝗨𝗦𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗦 𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗜 𝗗𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙-𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗨𝗟𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗗 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗚𝗢𝗡𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘. 𝗻𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝟭𝟬𝟬𝟬𝟬𝟬𝟬𝟬𝟬% 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗼𝗼𝗽𝘀

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗖𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝗟𝗮𝗽 𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸, 𝗦𝗲𝗺𝗶-𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝗲𝘅 (?), 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗗𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗸, 𝗔𝗴𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸, 𝗔𝗸𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗶 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 (𝗶 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸)

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄𝗼

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

Only sometimes would he mute himself.

It’s to draw out another dumb noise from your throat as he would expertly roll his hips. After that, he would go back to speaking on his work call like it was nothing. His gloved hands would trace patterns on your hips, and he caught his phone between his ear and shoulder. He would speak softly in Japanese to his co-workers, miles, and miles away, and laugh charmingly as if you weren’t riding his dick wearing nothing but your wedding ring.

“Shh,” Goro murmured after raising his hand to click the mute button once more. You can hear the other people on the call talking, but your mind feels too fuzzy to try to translate the Japanese into English. “They almost heard you that time. You need to be more careful.”

You hate being quiet. You hate being patient. Right now you wanted nothing more than to rip off that stupid work uniform of his and roll around in the sheets. Unfortunately, duty calls. But while he may be one of Japan’s most famous detectives, you are still his very horny wife. And so you have to settle for the next best thing.

How else were the two of you supposed to have kids, anyway?

“Mmm,” You’re nodding, pressing your face into his neck as he begins to bounce you lightly in his lap. Those short, shallow little thrusts set fire to your already sloppy insides. That coupled with the way his dick was throbbing deep inside of you, was starting to feel like a bit too much for your oversensitive body. “‘m sorry…”

Three orgasms. You shouldn’t have been surprised when your second and third releases came bubbling up so quickly after your first one. He knew your body better than anyone. In between the time when his last call ended, and now, he somehow was able to spare a moment to lay you over the desk in his home office and pound into your like there’s no tomorrow. And out of that, he managed to pull three orgasms from your poor little overstimulated body. One from his fingers and tongue. Two from his cock. And now?

You’re sure a fourth one is to follow.

“No need to apologize, dearest.”

The sound of his light chuckles tickle your ear and you can’t help but shiver. It’s hard to keep your eyes open. It’s hard to focus on anything else but the way he makes you feel so full.

“Although…”

At his soft words, a hand is taken off your hip and a finger traces its way up to your side. It rolls over every inch of your curves, stroking your skin delicately before finally resting on your chin. His grip tightens, only a little, as his fingers curl around your delicate skin and forces your face away from his neck. You’re sure you look like a mess right now compared to the somewhat composed way he looked. But the dark look in his eyes and the strained moans that pour through his lips is enough proof of your own little effect on him.

The sweat beading down his forehead and his sleeves being rolled up for all the wrong reasons can’t help but bring a little love-drunk smirk to your face. You love the way he dresses for work. The button-downs you pick out and the ties you match them with always look good on him- especially when he’s fucking you with them on. It’s almost as good as seeing him naked.

Almost.

“Although...” He murmurs again, and the two of you can hardly focus on anything but the way his thumb travels up and tugs at your lower lip. Vaguely you can hear his name being called over and over again on the phone as his coworkers try to capture his attention. He pays them no mind though and stares at you with that hungry look in his eyes that reminds you of just how young the night truly is. “I wonder if…”

“Mmm!” A sudden jerk of his hip forces a squeak out your mouth. The moment you hear his chuckles at your reaction, you couldn’t help but send him a pointed glare. But that glare of yours quickly melted into a particularly lewd look as you felt Goro drop his hand from your lip and take a hold of your hip to guide your body up and down onto his hard cock. You couldn’t help but vocalize the pleasure you felt- letting out tiny gasps every time he moved you in a way he knew you liked.

A quick little “Shh” was the only warning you got before you heard the familiar click of his phone unmuting once more. With your lip caught between your teeth, you tried your best to contain yourself and focus on Goro’s soothing voice as he spoke to his coworkers. His voice was full of soft apologies, but you could tell from the way he looked at you that he wasn’t sorry. Not at all. In fact, you swore he looked even more dangerous with the way he drank your every little expression. He had complete control. You were utterly at his mercy for both pleasure and humiliation, and you loved it.

“Ah!” The gasp that left your mouth was almost silent but it was still enough to draw a soft groan from your husband that he managed to mostly cover up with a cough. As a reward (or a punishment) for being so needy, he rolled his hip extra slow for you. Instinctively, you felt your gummy walls clamp down around his dick with his deliberate movements. Your eyelids were lowering dangerously- it was starting to become difficult to keep your eyes open and your tongue lolling out as you lost yourself to the way he knew how to satisfy you.

As the attention from his coworkers trailed off of him, Goro started to get cocky. He had begun to move you up and down faster and faster until you were once again bouncing on top of his lap. Within a couple of thrusts, you found yourself burying your face in his neck once more with fluttering eyes and a mouth forced open in an almost permanent moan. You could feel the pressure start to build up again. You were starting to get close to climaxing once again, but there was nothing you could do about it. Nothing but grip his button-down with desperate hands and attempt to keep your voice down.

You could hear him laugh. You could feel him laugh as the sound produced a small vibration from his chest. The feeling was starting to send your needy little body into overdrive. And you knew he could tell. Because soon enough he heard him mutter a quick, strained, half-baked excuse before muting his phone and tossing it haphazardly onto his desk. With the phone gone and no longer posing as a distraction, Goro had moved both his hands to grip your ass. Spreading and palming your cheeks, he began to all but piston you up and down onto hip lap with newfound vigor.

“That’s it, that’s it.” You loved it when he lost his cool. You loved it when he lost his composure with you. The way he growled into your ear was almost too hot for you to handle. His tone was so dark, so dirty you couldn’t help but squeeze around him in response. The quiet moans you were trying so hard to keep inside were starting to break free. They were growing progressively louder and louder as he treated you rougher and rougher. “Fucking ride my cock princess. Ride it.”

You were ashamed to admit just how loud you had gotten when he called you princess. At this point, you weren’t sure what would be more embarrassing. Would facing the neighbors after you just know they were able to hear you be worse than the very obvious limp you know you’ll be sporting for the next couple of days?

You didn’t have time to dwell on those thoughts (not that you really could with the funny way he seemed to fuck you stupid every time he got the chance) as your chin was grabbed once more your face was forced away from his neck. The whine you let out was a shameful sound that seemed to drown the room in lust. But it was nothing compared to the way he looked at you- panting hard and fast with teeth bared in the most predatory of ways.

“You know,” He snarled, his jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed. Each word is punctuated with a well-timed thrust that seems almost criminal in the way it targets the most intimate part of your pussy. “I do want to look at my wife as I impregnate her, you know.”

“Huh-” You could barely get the word out as he delivered a harsh thrust aimed directly at your g-spot. Once again, you were reduced back to a whimpering, whining little mess and under your husband’s carefully “guided” actions.

“Wouldn’t that be a lovely sight? Me filling you up again.” His words were sharp, yet they almost as delicious as the way he used this as an opportunity to fuck you faster. To fuck you deeper. To fuck you harder. “Don’t you think I should get to enjoy it? Seeing the exact moment I cream in between these lovely little thighs of yours. The exact moment I get to make you a mommy?”

The way you’re slurring a sloppy “yes” at all his words has your boyfriend groaning in satisfaction. The two of you had been talking about kids for months now. Debating about how many, godparents, names, you name it. It took some convincing to get him on board at first, but after a year into your marriage, you knew one thing for certain. You wanted kids. He wanted to fuck some into you. Any chance he got.

A win-win situation for the detective, if he must say so himself.

“You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” He murmured just loud enough to hear over your wanton moans and whimpers. “You gonna milk me for all I’m worth, huh?”

“Yesyesyesyesyesyes,” You’re chanting now because your mind is gone and his dick is all you know. You’re so close, it’s unbearable. You want everything he can give you. And you want it now. You want to come, so, so badly, and only he can make that happen.“Please Goro, please Goro. I need it. Fuck, I need it, I need it!”

“Then come for me.” He growls and you swore you can’t see anything besides lust in those dark red eyes of his. “Fucking come.”

With that, a coil snaps in your stomach and within seconds you’re being fucked through one of the hottest orgasms you’ve had in a while. It takes all you have no to scream out in pleasure and oversensitivity as you feel his dick twitch inside of you before shooting round after round of cum into you. Instead, your body could only let out a weak whimper as he keeps your messy, overstuffed, and creamy little hole plugged up with his dick.

Eventually, he lets you flop against his chest with a sigh as he throws an arm around your waist. You settled into his arms after a few moments of squirming. The feeling of his cum sloshing around your insides was enough to keep you from being too picky about how you sat. Now that the high of chasing your climax has worn off, you could start to feel the inevitable ache in your poor legs. He really did a number on you this round, didn’t he?

As if he could sense what you were thinking, Goro raised his free hand to rub soothing little circles into your hip, relishing in the way you would hold on to him. He let out a little hum, the noise reverberating in his chest and making you shutter as you felt the small vibration from him once more.

“I know this isn’t ideal, spending time together like this during work hours” He began, his voice much softer than before. “But I truly did mean what I said, my dear.”

“H-huh?” You couldn’t help but gap dumbly at the question for a minute. It takes a moment for his words to register with you. But when they finally do, you couldn’t help but lean out of his embrace and look at him. It’s hard to ignore the way he licks his lips at the sight of your naked, spent body. It’s even harder to ignore the way his cock hardens once more as your pussy flutters around it from arousal. “Goro? What do you mean-”

“I wanna fill you up again, dearest.” He stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I wanna make you a mommy.”

You have no time to react. Because one minute you’re sitting in your husband's lap, distracting him from work. And the next, you’re lying down on his desk- wearing nothing but your wedding ring and plugged up with his dick like it was always meant to be there. The sudden position change is enough to send you in another fit of moans as you squirm on his cock. You can feel him grow inside of you, filling your poor little body up to the brim and all you can do is wonder how he’s able to recover so quickly.

“Perhaps…”

You meet his eyes as he starts to trail off. Almost absently, he raises his hands to tease little touches into your sides before resting a hand on the soft skin of your stomach. He places his palm against it, fingers lightly grazing your warm skin as he looks at you with an almost vacant expression. Yet you knew he was still there by the growing smirk on his face as he imagined you would look, swollen with his child. You really were at his mercy, weren’t you? His lovely little wife. His lovely little princess.

“Perhaps...” He finally said, his smile growing wicked as you looked down at your helpless figure. “Perhaps I’ll get more time off with you on your maternity leave.”

His lovely little Mom-To-Be.

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