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The Stacks
(Higuruma art by @milanvaan on X)
Stuck together on an all-night study session at the University library, you and your rival Higuruma Hiromi find you may have more in common than you thought...
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, rivals/enemies to lovers, breaking point smut, mild brat-taming/retribution, 'missionary so we can continue fighting'
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The twilight crept in-- but, while your fellow students were heading out for a night of drinks and debauchery, you walked under the evening-dappled willows, to the entrance of the library. You already knew it would be as quiet as the grave.
In the morning was your final, decisive Law exam; this was it. The culmination of years of effort. The final hurdle before the start of a glorious, prolific career. The recognition of yourself as the best Lawyer that your University had ever produced. And, with a curious, melancholy twinge of anger, the last time you would ever have to share a classroom with--
"You." Two voices rang out through the library entrance corridor; one disgusted, the other surprised. Higuruma Hiromi's hooked nose wrinkled at you, beetle-black eyes glinting as he straightened under a straining bag of books, to full height.
A taut moment of silence. Something in Hiromi's jaw clenched and unclenched rapidly, his foot tapping, and he looked aside. Looking back at you, his fury a thin veneer over a flicker of curiosity, he tensed to feel you sweep past him.
"I'm taking the Law section. You can grab some books, and fuck off to study somewhere else, Higuruma."
"Hey-- hey-- you can get fucked if you think you're taking over the place, sunshine--"
Hiromi prickled, rushing to catch up with you. You raced him, his long spidery legs easily putting him in front of you. Two sets of frantic footsteps running up the staircases, crashing and jostling-- "don't touch me!" "--stop it, you're a fucking menace--" "--not sitting with an arsehole like you all night--"
Hiromi and you approached the Law section at speed, a single plush sofa hidden away within circular stacked shelves, tables running between them like the spokes of a wheel. Hiromi shunted you aside at the last moment, slamming his bag on the couch with a satisfied hoot of success, turning to you with a grin and a twinkle in his eyes.
"Bastard!" You snapped, your hackles raised, and the twinkle in Hiromi's eyes dulled, replaced by tired disappointment as he looked away again, jaw twitching under your hateful gaze. Hiromi huffed, moving to empty his bag of textbooks and scattily-organised notebooks.
"Not like I'm going to stop you from studying here," Hiromi clipped, tense, "Lots of room. Didn't anyone ever teach you to share?" He teased, offering another wan smile. You rejected it categorically.
"I don't share with rats," you snapped, grabbing your bag and slamming it onto a nearby table. Hiromi was silent, tapping his fingers against his thigh, mouth puckering up into a bitter snipe.
"Yeah, well...let me know if you want to borrow my paper from the Spring term," Hiromi offered sarcastically, his anger burning low, "I know you didnt do so well on that one--"
"Shut up! My paper was perfect, it was--"
"--second best in the class?" Hiromi hissed air through his teeth, his crossed legs bouncing and jittery as he started to sort through notes, "Yeah, it's okay, I suppose...always room for improvement though, right?"
"Yeah, well..." You retaliated, stumbling over your words, "...you know where you can find a decent essay on Commercial Law, I know you struggle with it."
Hiromi ignored you, relaxed and not taking the bait. It pissed you off how effortless he found all of this, how he didn't have a competitive bone in his body...and all the while, you had toiled away blood, sweat and tears to get to the position you were.
You sat in stony silence for an hour, studying quietly. Any time you relaxed in his presence, you mentally snapped at yourself, not willing to concede one inch to such a snake--
A cup of coffee from the vending machine was dropped in front of you by one long-fingered, elegant hand. You looked up to see Hiromi loping away, warm and lackadaisical in his slim black jeans and Law school sweatshirt. You bristled. Hiromi sat on the sofa again, rolling his eyes as you pushed the coffee away from you with a huff, his own coffee hiding the hint of a smile on his lips and coal-ember eyes.
You tried to hide a yawn behind your hand. Between studying, and part-time bar work to pay your way, sleep was a rare resource. You knew no light in your life other than that from the candle you burned at both ends. Rubbing your eyes, your elbow slipped when you moved to rest it on the table. Your impeccably written flashcards hit the floor, scattering as you swore, kneeling to pick them up.
A few slow footsteps, and those long-fingered hands appeared in your vision again, helping to collect your flashcards with meticulous care. Your shoulders bunched up, and you snatched the pile of cards from Hiromi's hands when he offered them to you.
"Thank you," you begrudged. Hiromi remained on his haunches, hands clasped in front of him.
"Nice flashcards," he offered, and you bristled again, looking for insult, "want me to quiz you?"
"I can do it by myself," you snapped, turning to sit on your chair again, your back to him. You weren't sure if you heard Hiromi sigh.
"Suit yourself, misery guts." Hiromi moved back to the couch, not partaking in the bitter little competition he had never entered. As the clock ticked onwards, approaching midnight, the sky beyond the windows now an inky black, your brain began to fog. You caught yourself reading the same sentence again, and again, and again--
You heard a persistent little tapping. Hiromi had not looked up from his notes, but patted the spot on the sofa beside him in invitation.
"Come on," he pressed, soft and unyielding, "bring your flashcards over, and I'll quiz you. If we're here all night, we might as well be useful to each other."
Your resolve crumbled, despite your prickles of disgust towards Hiromi, and you picked up your lukewarm coffee and your flashcards to sit beside him. You hadn't realised how cold you were, until you felt the warmth of his thickly muscled thigh against yours. You shivered. Hiromi's gaze flicked up and down your body, his hangdog eyes impassively reading you.
He took off his sweatshirt in one fluid movement, holding it out to you. You pretended to ignore him, turning your face away with a pout. Hiromi scoffed. Momentarily, you squealed in indignation to feel his sweatshirt being pulled over your head, your arms being pushed through the sleeves like you were a child.
"Do as you're told," Hiromi chastised without venom, "and wear my fucking sweatshirt. You're cold." You swallowed, rendered speechless by his warmth, the soft notes of his shampoo, and, to your surprise, cologne.
"Did mummy buy you some nice perfume?" You jabbed, and you blushed as Hiromi surprised you with a laugh, deep, rich and genuine. Hiromi leaned across you, his face skirting so close to yours, on his way to reach for your flash cards. He moved his face even closer, his voice conspiratorial as you felt his warm, coffee'd breath over your lips.
"Mummy still thinks I'm some little boy."
You felt a shiver down your spine, feeling heat pool in your belly and pussy, before mentally shaking yourself. Higuruma Hiromi? You berated yourself internally, don't be so fucking ridiculous.
You had felt your eyes wander to him, early in your first year, his quiet confidence so magnetic. You had almost been pulled into his gravity. Then, he bested you in test, after test, after test, never seeming to break a sweat, being lauded as a prodigy, touted as the youngest Judge the Law school would ever see instated. It hadn't taken long for you to see him as the nuisance he was.
Then, he had done something unforgivably dirty, becoming a filthy little sellout, and your conviction in your opinion of him was solidified with brutal finality.
Your train of thought was interrupted by your coffee being pressed into your hands.
"Drink up," Hiromi urged, his tone broaching no argument, a wonky smile on his face which made your stomach somersault, "and get ready. I won't go easy on you."
And, he didn't. He grilled you mercilessly, becoming more and more thrilled as you snapped back each time with devastating precision and accuracy. The flashcards soon became secondary, and eventually discarded in favour of a soulful debate. The back and forth roared through you both like wildfire. You bounced off Hiromi's challenge with ease, his natural foil, and he took it all with a sultry delight that intoxicated you.
Your legs were entangled, now, facing each other on the sofa, and ribbing each other for all you were worth. You hadn't noticed how low your guard had dropped, until you saw how Hiromi looked at you, your wide sparkling smile, your twinkling eyes, your dimples. His square jaw leaned on one hand, his slim fingers stretching from chin to temple, one finger between his teeth, eyes dipped low and burning through you as he smiled. You gulped, feeling the fire warm you from head to foot.
"I'm, uhm..." you trembled, pushing your glasses up your nose as he raised his eyebrows, otherwise still as a panther in the rainforest, "...uhm...just going to get a snack...want anything?"
"...sure," Hiromi eventually answered, watching with mischief as you untangled your legs from his, "anything." You skittered past Hiromi, and it took everything in his power not to pull you to straddle his lap and see just how much he could steam up your glasses.
Turning the corner to the vending machine, you finally released the breath you had been holding. You fanned your face, pressing buttons, selecting a random assortment of snacks, and tapping your card to the card reader. Three little bleeps-- declined.
You felt a thread of panic. You checked your bank account with your heart in your throat...pennies. Literal pennies left to your name, until payday before the weekend. You now burned with shame, considering just leaving your books and bag and turning tail back to your apartment. Instead, with a furious blush over your cheeks, you headed back to the sofa, Hiromi looking at you curiously as you pulled a book onto your lap, empty-handed.
"Nothing decent," you lied, "sorry." Hiromi was silent; his gaze rendered you transparent in a way that was so unwelcome to you now. You felt a wash of relief as he stood up and walked away.
A few minutes later, Hiromi returned, gently placing a bag of crisps and a bar of chocolate down on the book on your lap. Tears of shame prickled in your eyes.
"You like these, right? I've seen you eat them before," Hiromi mused, gentle and casual. You pressed your eyes and lips shut, tears threatening to overspill.
"You didn't have to," you urged, your voice tight. Hiromi hummed to himself, taking a bite of his chocolate, and raising your chocolate bar to boop you softly on the nose.
"Big day tomorrow...today. You won't do well if you're hungry." A pause. "You work hard. It happens." You flooded with a sickening rush of gratitude, Hiromi's easy empathy almost washing away the shame.
"...thank-- thank you," you mumbled, fingers closing round his, your little heart thumping for him, as you accepted the chocolate bar. "I get paid on Friday, I'll pay you back--"
Hiromi scoffed, playful, "Don't worry about it. Just...buy the second round of drinks." You felt your stomach flip, your fingertips pressed over your mouthful of chocolate as you blushed. He was so casual about it. You couldn't see how his heart pounded in anticipation, awaiting certain rejection.
"...I...uhm...yeah. That sounds...that sounds...nice." Hiromi released the breath he'd been holding in a shaky, quiet whoosh. He felt the bridge of his aquiline nose redden. He tried to look surreptitious as he scooted closer to you on the sofa, pretending to choose a textbook.
The exam in the morning was now the furthest thing from Hiromi's mind. You shivered to feel the heat of his thigh against you again, and your fingers itched to reach out and feel the hot corded muscle of them. Hiromi wanted nothing more than to turn, pull your mouth to his, and share the taste of chocolate on each others' tongues. He was torn by indecision.
Shifting your legs, your textbook tumbled off to the side of you. You leaned back, reaching down to the floor, at the same time as Hiromi leaned over your body, his fingers stretching out, too. You found yourself suddenly bracketed by his lithe, long body, his arms either side of your head and his lap pressed to yours.
You stared up at Hiromi, like a little bunny rabbit, trapped. You reached one hand up to brush the black commas of hair off Hiromi's forehead and he shuddered, feeling his cock throb and fatten behind the zipper of his jeans. He leaned down towards you, pupils dilated, a pit of possessive thrill just above his aching length as he spoke, millimetres away from your lips.
"How long has this been almost happening for?" Hiromi pondered aloud, his cock thickening even faster as you squeaked, little hands gripping his biceps.
"Never," you challenged weakly, "it was never going to happen--"
"Yeah, right," he whispered, low and sarcastic, one hand looping behind your neck in preparation for fucking into your mouth with his tongue, "always the same shit with you--"
"-- it might have happened sooner if-- if you didn't sell yourself to that filthy company to become their corporate lawyer lapdog--"
Hiromi stiffened instantly, pulling away from you, your lips chasing his briefly in confusion. You blinked up at him, feeling so small as his face twisted in fury above you, his eyes incandescent with rage.
"I'm sorry-- what?" He snarled, climbing off of you and leaving you cold, confused, blinking.
"--you--you were scouted by that nasty finance company, right? And you accepted. Everybody said--"
Hiromi laughed, humourless, both of his hands cupping his nose and lower face as he leaned back into the sofa, staring at the ceiling, "Yeah? Everybody says, do they? You listen to everybody, do you?"
You felt a thread of dread run through you, the adrenaline of having almost been taken by Hiromi, now replaced with the adrenaline of confrontation. You felt a ruffle of indignation through you.
"I always thought you'd go that way," you asserted, doubling-down, rendered stupid by the need to win, "some little corporate rat for pay."
Hiromi's teeth clenched so hard, you heard the crunch, and you felt exactly how seriously you had fucked up. You gulped. You stood, brisk. You crammed books and flashcards into your bag, before moving to make a swift exit.
"--a--anyway. Good luck in the morning. Have a nice life."
You hurried away, towards the tightly packed bookshelves, at first hearing silence behind you, before the sudden rush of heavy footsteps chasing you and your heart in your mouth and--
You squealed, forcibly spun by one strong hand, your back slammed against the bookshelves. Books slipped and fell around your head, but none of them hit you; Hiromi barely winced as he craned over you, books tumbling off his head and shoulders while his arms blocked your exit. His hips pressing against your belly trapped you further, and you felt the erection you had left him with, straining against his jeans.
"You're smart, but you're such a fucking know it all," Hiromi spat, urging you to answer for your crimes by forcing eye-contact. You swallowed, heart fluttering between your legs, speechless.
"Oh, what? Now you shut up, huh?" Hiromi tsked, a wonky smile on his face, still twisted in anger as he laughed, humourless, into his shoulder.
"What the fuck did I ever do wrong?" Hiromi demanded, leaning down so the side of his hooked nose pressed against yours, your lips almost touching, "What did I do to make you hate me? So fucking competitive, you act like a total brat to the one guy who's good enough to keep up with you."
"Higuruma, I-- I'm sorry, I didn't mean--"
"Oh, no no no," Hiromi whispered, nose still pressed to yours, his cock rigid and twitching against your belly, "Hiromi, please. Enemies are just as intimate as lovers, after all." You shuddered, and Hiromi felt a drip of pre-cum soak his boxers, to see you finally yielding beneath him, and in his sweatshirt no less.
"...I did accept a job, obviously," Hiromi sniped, watching the colour drain from your face as he told you, "...at the Public Defence Office...you gullible little tart."
"...but if you think I'm such a bad person, how about I fuck you like one, hmm?" Hiromi drank down your squeak with a nose-crinkling grin, before crashing his lips to yours, moaning with relief into your gasping, warm mouth. The tension snapped in you, brittle under Hiromi's righteous rage, and you tangled your arms around his neck, pressing your body flat against his, in a kiss that was three years in the making.
"--oh, fuck yes-- fucking pain in my ass-- hate me all you like, still better than being ignored by you--" Hiromi nipped your bottom lip between his teeth, before sucking it between his, soothing the sting. You could feel how he shook with restraint, wanting retribution for years of ill-treatment. In a fleeting moment of shame-faced acceptance, as Hiromi laid claim to your neck, you realised you absolutely deserved it.
Hiromi marked your neck, sucking with his teeth and lips, raking the neckline of his sweatshirt down to do the same to your collarbones with a sandy moan. He scooped his arms under your thighs, lifting you against him, carrying you back to the sofa where he fell back, forcing you to straddle him. The sudden jolt of your clothed aching pussy against his cock made you both moan, and Hiromi bucked his cock up against you instinctively.
Feeling Hiromi's gaze burning into you again, you blushed, looking aside and sheepish. He reached up, tangling one hand roughly into your hair, tilting your head to the side, examining the lovebites down your neck with a shudder.
"You-- you're such a dickhead-- always came so fucking easy to you--" You whined at Hiromi, blushing as he laughed, his hand snaking under the sweatshirt to cup your breast with a groan of satisfaction.
"Fuck off," Hiromi scoffed, "fucking easy-- you treat me like scum, and you think I'm going to let you see me struggle? Please. Been fighting me for three years when you should have been fucking me instead."
Hiromi scooped your tank top and bra down beneath the sweatshirt, doing the same with his other hand, taking both of your breasts between his long, kneading fingers as he rutted his aching cock up into you.
"So go on then, if you're so clever...fuck me with your clothes on." You whimpered above him, feeling both of your nipples rolled insistently between his thumbs and forefingers. Your skirt had rucked up around your hips, and Hiromi swore under his breath to feel your arousal soak through his jeans, onto his cock.
He bucked up against your pussy again, and you mewled as shockwaves ran through your clit. Hiromi's fingers dug into your breasts, squeezing them with barely-contained need. You did as you were told, and hooked your panties aside, your pussy now flush against Hiromi's concealed length, and began to ride the underside of his weeping cock.
Hiromi threw his head back with a hiss, "Good girl-- not such a brat, now you're doing as you're told..." Hiromi bit his lip, moaning unashamedly to feel you hump yourself to orgasm against him. Despite his punishment of you, he already longed for you to fight back. He bucked his hips into you in challenge, thrilled when you planted your hands on his belly, your breasts squeezed together in his hands beneath the sweatshirt.
"--bet you're-- bet you're really fucking pleased with yourself--" You blushed, tears glittering bitterly in your eyes, moaning into Hiromi's mouth as he laughed again, kissing the pout off your face.
"I am, actually," he gasped, tweaking your nipples hard enough to make you whimper, "--gonna cum on my jeans, huh? Shit...don't know-- you never knew-- so fucking beautiful when you're being mean to me--'
Your thighs burned with the effort of rubbing your pussy against Hiromi, but you felt your orgasm building with the rough friction of Hiromi's trapped, twitching cock. Hiromi helped you, rutting up into you, staring at where your lap joined his, his face twisted into a feral snarl.
"--cum on me-- cum on me...shit, I need it, need to see your face when you finish...come on sweetheart--"
Hiromi's insistent growls send you tumbling over the edge, and you came with the sweetest cries Hiromi had ever heard. He watched you convulse and twist above him, his fingers still rolling over your sore nipples, his pupils blown with lust, teeth clenched with the effort of not spilling in his boxers. Hiromi rutted slowly into you, guiding through the haze of your pleasure until you came back to him, glassy-eyed and supple.
Hiromi released your breasts, flipping you over so your arse was on the edge of the sofa, with you on your back. Kneeling, Hiromi positioned himself between your thighs, one hand squeezing the plush of them, while his other pushed the sweatshirt up, his tongue drawing circles on your belly. You tangled your fingers into his hair, tugging until he moaned into your skin. His mouth travelled downwards, dipping beneath your skirt.
"Want to taste you," Hiromi insisted, yanking your panties down your legs, balling them up and shoving them into his back pocket. You opened your mouth to object, suddenly self-conscious. Hiromi growled at you, squeezing your nipple again until you keened at him, high and whimpering.
"Just shut up, and let me taste you," he growled, nuzzling his nose between your folds in an instant, rubbing it harshly from side to side over your sore, abused clit. You clapped a hand over your mouth to hold back the scream. Hiromi reached up, tugging your hand away and gripping them both together on your belly, "and hear you."
Hiromi swore into your cunt, lost in the taste of you, licking quick little flicks over your clit, in a way that filled your head with stars. Your thighs trembled, and you babbled Hiromi's name, watching with fascination as Hiromi unzipped himself, pulling his fat, heavy cock into his hand. He began to stroke himself with wet little plap plap plaps, soaking your pussy with his spit in preparation for sinking himself between your folds.
"Hiromi I-- right there god yes keep going with your nose I love it-- so good, I-- gonna cum, Hiromi--"
The last syllable of his name was dragged out in a sobbing cry. Hearing you whimpering and begging him as his nose and tongue fucked you through the waves of bliss, was worth all these years of your miserable torture, Hiromi thought lightly.
You blushed deeply as Hiromi came up for air, his gleeful face glistening with your cum. He grabbed you by the hips, yanking you so they almost fell off the sofa at an angle you knew would have you twisting against him.
Hiromi grasped his red tipped cock, and you drank it in hungrily; its pretty upward curve, three thick veins running down its length, the thick jet-black hair trailing down his belly. You felt your mouth water, and Hiromi was hyperfocused, sliding his cockhead up and down your folds with hooded eyes, sloppy and pussy-drunk.
"...fuck...I can't wait-- sorry, I--" Hiromi sheathed his length inside your slippy cunt in one slick thrust, whimpering and gripping you to him with dimpled fingerprints, "-- I can't wait any-- ahhh shit, so tight...squeeze my cock, c'mon--"
You didn't need to be told, clenching involuntarily as Hiromi completely impaled you on his cock. Hiromi gasped and cursed, yanking his t-shirt up and gripping it between his teeth, so he could stare down at where his cock sunk into you unhindered.
He fucked into you, slow and smooth, eyes flitting between your fucked-out face, your hands clawing at the sofa, and his cock pushing through your tight walls, its sweet upward curve dragging harshly against your spongy sensitive spot, nudging into your cervix and belly. Hiromi rolled his thumb around your clit, pinching the fatty flesh around it, gently pleasuring you to feel the way your walls fluttered and gripped him.
You locked your ankles around Hiromi's lower back, dragging an animalistic growl out of him. Hiromi stood bringing your hips with him, holding you by the thighs as he planted one hand on the sofa above your head, and upped his pace, fucking into you with messy abandon.
Watching your glasses bounce in time with your tits as he rammed into you, stoked a competitive urge in Hiromi, and he cursed, spitting venom as he upped his pace again. You arched involuntarily, feeling him fill you with such ragged fucks, that you forget where you were, clenching and whining around him.
You felt a fire, deep in the pit of your belly, watching Hiromi with absolute awe as he chased his orgasm, using your body as a cock sleeve with total reverence. Every muscle in his body twitched with effort, and you felt his cock twitching within you as he moaned and cursed. You clenched your pussy deliberately around his length, and Hiromi almost fell apart, his fingernails leaving crescents in the smooth leather of the sofa, his face twisted in anguished ecstasy.
"--so long waited so long-- shhhhit, ugh, s-so tight-- wet, fffuck...squeeze me agai-- oh fuck yes, cumming, I-- I--"
Hiromi broke off into strangled, desperate strings of moans, spurting hot, thick glugs of cum against your cervix. Hiromi continued to pinch and roll around your clit, and you felt yourself judder weakly as you came again, Hiromi gasping as your wet, velvety walls sucked the last spurts of seed from him.
Hiromi dropped to his knees, weak, still plugged inside you, gasping. He dropped his head onto your belly, grinning at the feel of your fingers sinking into his hair, holding him to you. A few sweet moments of companionable silence.
"...still gonna beat you in the morning, though."
Hiromi laughed into your plush belly, biting the soft skin there until you squealed, hearing him mumble against his sweatshirt.
"You wish."
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title: (hunka hunka) burninâ love
pairing: john âsoapâ mactavish x female reader
word count: 1.6k
tags/triggers: smut, oral sex (johnny receiving), semi-public sex, johnnyâs POV, blink and youâll miss it reference to past kyle âgazâ garrick x reader, humour, parental interference, pet names (âbonnieâ, âhenâ).
a/n: iâve finally finished a fic. everyone send tats (@stuffireadandenjoy) some love for inspiring this one.
also regarding the parental interference tag, johnnyâs dad walks in after the reader and johnny have finished. if that makes you cringe, feel free to skip from âchrist, the fabric of his boxers chafes something fierce.â and pick back up at âback at the table johnny fidgets uncomfortablyâŠâ
as always my work is barely edited (i loathe re-reading my own words) so typos and grammatical goofs are likely. with that said, enjoy!
johnnyâs breath hitches as you lick a (gratifyingly) long wet stripe up the underside of his cock. your tongue curling sweetly around the head as your fingers dig into the meat of his thighs, not taking your eyes off him for a second.Â
christ, heâs a lucky man. a very lucky man.Â
youâre always game for his particular brand of hijinks. when heâd dragged you unsubtly to the bathroom of the nice restaurant after watching you chew on the straw of your drink (for aeons!) with those plump lips of yours, he was sure youâd slap his hands away. chide him. remind him he was no better than a panting mutt. tell him to keep his hands to himself until after dinner at least.Â
but you didnât.Â
and now here he was. and here you were. on your knees as his belt buckle clinks noisily in the locked toilet cubicle while the rest of the table (sorry maw) waited for the second course.Â
âchrist, bonnie.â johnny hisses through his teeth desperately as you lap leisurely at the droplet of precum beading at the slit. (and no, cupcakKeâs deepthroat does not start playing in the back of his mind. shut up.)Â
you blink up at johnny in a catlike fashion. he preemptively bites down on his knuckles so he canât make a stupid joke about the cat gettinâ the cream, eh hen? and be left, quite literally, cock in hand as you return to the table in a huff. (itâs one of the things he loves about you. youâre mercurial as sin and god knows he loves the chase.)
his heart stutters and it takes all his will power not to place his hand on the back of your head and thrust deep into the wet heat of your mouth as you slowly suck on the head of his cock. fuck, itâs not the first time youâve dropped to your knees and sucked the soul out of him but it leaves him breathless each and every time.Â
(has he mentioned heâs a very lucky man?)
âmphfuuuuckinâ hell!â he manages to swear around his fingers before remembering to pull them out of his mouth.
he doesnât know what it is but this time something feels different. your clever tongue traces nonsensical patterns as you bob your head. itâs wet and messy, the soft skin under your lips prickling, almost as if his dick is more sensitive than usual.Â
wait.Â
prickling?Â
âwait, bonnie - ohjesuswept - i think -â johnny swallows the low moan trying to crawl out of his chest as your head bobs lower, taking more of his cock in your mouth as you hollow your cheeks and suck. itâs a dirty trick, one thatâs made him pull the trigger prematurely before. god he loves you for it, you filthy wee minx.Â
(if he didnât have a little box in his jacket pocket waiting for him back at the table he swears hand tae god that heâd propose right here right now in this tiny cubicle with the toilet paper dispenser as his witness.)
you pull off with a slick pop and wipe at your messy mouth, smearing the gloss on your lips as you do.Â
âwhat?â you arch a brow as you fist his cock with the same hand. you know him well enough that unless he calls his safeword (childrenâs feet, if youâre curious) he always wants you to continue somehow. he loves riding that edge of ohgodyes and ohgodtoomuchtoomuch.Â
johnny hisses as you do that clever little twist of the wrist and his dick throbs. no, not throbs, burns. (oh great, now he sounds like one of those wankers from that fucking show you like, the one with the period dresses and shagging. not that he watched it and heckled lord whatshisfaceâs technique as you battered him with a throw cushion.)
âseriously johnny, what?â you squeeze the base of his cock a little meanly (in his opinion) and pout. âdo you want me to stop or -âÂ
âno, no, no. keep goinâ bonnie, please.â johnny cuts you off to beg. fuck it, heâs had worse in the field (and god knows heâs twisted enough that the whole burninâ boaby situation is actually getting his motor running more).
you squint up at him suspiciously before shuffling on your knees slightly, getting as comfortable as you possibly can on the uneven tiled surface.
âfine, but be quick. iâm positive your mum knows what weâre up to in here.âÂ
johnny is pretty sure he looks like a stupid bobble head with how fervently heâs nodding but he couldnât give a single solitary shit as you lean forward and swallow him down. (heâs not ashamed that he has to squeeze his eyes closed to stop himself from going off like a rocket. youâd given him permission to be quick but heâs still got to have a measure of pride.)
the filthy wet sounds of you gagging on his cock makes johnnyâs toes curl in his shoes and he swears his hands move on their own to cup the back of your head to hold you in place. (just for a moment, heâs noâ a monster. it just feels so good.)
he feels you swallow and hears you whine through your nose. chancing a glance down, johnny groans loudly as he meets your teary eyes before he guides you off his cock so that you can suck in a grateful breath of air or two. (okay so maybe the moment was slightly longer than a moment but he challenges any man to resist.)Â
you cough and splutter before you squirm in his grip. johnny loosens his hold on your head and moves one of his hands to pump his cock furiously, the ruddy tip resting on your plump (seriously, he swears itâs plumper than usual) bottom lip.Â
fuck, his dick is so sensitive, burning hot under his hand â even with the rapidly cooling saliva, precum, and gloss still slicking the length of it. johnny fists his cock and shudders out a long moan as you open your mouth and stretch your tongue out to lick at him. (another dirty trick, and not one heâs shown you. heâd send flowers to the person or persons whoâd taught you to flick your tongue along his frenulum if it wouldnât be weird. ah well, maybe heâll buy gaz a pint the next time he sees him.)
johnny knows heâs babbling utter bollocks through gritted teeth and gasping like a fish out of water as sweat beads along his hairline. heâs so fucking close to coming his brains out in this little cubicle as he gazes down at you.
youâre a fucking vision on your knees. itâs not the way you fidget slightly, pressing your thighs together hoping for friction, or even the way your mouth looks swollen and spit-and-precum-slicked that causes johnny to come with a harsh grunt onto your waiting tongue. (heâll never admit it out loud but itâs your eyes. itâs the mischievous twinkle in your dilated pupils that tells him that youâre loving this as much as he is. his partner in crime.)
âfuckinâ hell hen, yer gonny kill me.â johnny pants as his knees wobble like a newborn foal, phosphenes blurring the self-satisfied smirk on your shiny lips when heâs finally able to focus on you.Â
you lick your lips and johnny grunts as his cock gives a feeble twitch even as it softens in his grasp. hells bloody bells, his dick is still throbbing and he muffles a whimper when you lean forward to blow cool air on it.Â
âjesus christ!âÂ
âsensitive?â you ask as you get to your feet, moving to tuck johnny back into his trousers.Â
christ, the fabric of his boxers chafes something fierce. johnnyâs so distracted by adjusting the front of his underwear that he almost misses the loud bangs on the cubicle door.Â
âjohn! fer godâs sake get back oot here! yer mawâs got intae the red wine!â
johnny shoots you a panicked look and reaches over to clap his sticky palm over your mouth seconds before you burst into inappropriate laughter. your eyes light up and johnny schools his face into the one his maw used to give him when heâd tromp through the house in his mucky boots (and god isnât that a horrible thought? he always thought when heâd get older heâd become like his auld da), a slow stern shake as you waggle your eyebrows.Â
âaye, aye âm cominâ, keep yer hair oan!â johnny calls through the door.Â
ânow, john!âÂ
you wriggle your tongue in between johnnyâs fingers (gross!) and flip the lock on the cubicle door, pushing it open to saunter past his auld da with a cheerful âheâll just be a minute!â leaving johnny to face his da with his belt still hanging loose around his hips.Â
âyer flying a wee bit low there son.â johnnyâs da clears his throat uncomfortably and unsubtly waves his hand towards johnnyâs groin.Â
âaye, cheers.â johnny mutters as his ears turn red, fumbling to zip up his flies and buckle his belt.
â
back at the table johnny fidgets uncomfortably, discreetly adjusting himself under the cloth napkin on his lap. seriously, what the fuck is going on with his dick? it feels exactly like the time he pinched his sisterâs original source shower gel. or like how his lips felt after he stolen your lip glâ
johnny turns his head and squints at your lips. theyâre shiny again with a fresh application of gloss. oh you wee terror. so that was the reason you didnât argue about joining him in the toilets this time.Â
johnny leans over to nuzzle at your cheek, taking a moment to murmur in your ear.Â
âi ken about the gloss.âÂ
you pull back, those gorgeous lips of yours twitching to stop from grinning at his predicament before leaning back so that you can murmur your reply, your breath tickling the shell of his ear.
âgood. oh and johnny?âÂ
âmm?âÂ
âi found the ring.âÂ
johnny grins so wide that his cheeks hurt.Â
aye, heâs a very lucky man.
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i need laswell like the ocean needs water so here's some horny ramblings:
Pairing: Kate Laswell x F!Reader (you're her assistant) word count: 332 Tags / CW : smut, mentions of smoking, free use kink, established dynamic, cunnilingus, strap-on sex (idk how else to word it), semi-public sex, bathroom sex, office sex, implication of shower sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, aftercare, Kate refers to reader as âpetâ one (1) time | if i missed anything lmk
ngl I bet it would be amazing to be Kateâs assistant that she just uses whenever she wants/needs. Sheâs trying to stop smoking but her oral fixation (part of the whole reason she started smoking) gets too distracting sometimes and the end of her pen just doesnât satisfy her need. She sends you a message and youâre darting into her office. You clear your usual spot on her desk and let her eat you out until the persistent need to do something with her mouth becomes manageableâbut donât stray too far, sheâll probably need you again in few minutes.
Oh, and if she gets too pent up to focus on her paperwork? Sheâs motioning for you to follow her as she hightails it to the bathroom she knows is clear (she put up janitor tape about an hour ago to dissuade anyone from using it, luckily there's another bathroom about a hallway down) and pushes you to your knees once the stall door is closed. Her hands grip the sides of your head, guiding you while she grinds against your face until she cums. She makes sure to wipe your face off with one of the wet wipes she keeps in her wallet for just this occasion (she's nothing if not prepared),
Bonus:
She takes you to her home when the usual office/bathroom shenanigans arenât enough and fucks you with her strap until youâre limp and blissed out on her really comfy bed, then she has you watch as she fucks herself until sheâs satisfied (she knows just how much it excites you, and how much it excites her). She cleans you up so sweetly and gently, too: praising you to heaven and back for being such a good pet for her, always so eager, always doing such a good job. You wake up to a full breakfast in bed and Kate off-handedly mentioning that she should bring you home more often before she hops in the shower. She leaves the bathroom door ajar and there's a towel beside hers on the counter--her expectations are obvious.
#kate laswell x reader#kate laswell smut#kate laswell x f!reader#tw free use#cw free use#tw semi public sex#cw voyeurism#cw exhibitionism#marsâ writing#this is my second piece of smut on this site...look at me i'm so proud of myself
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Hallooooooo I'm just here again to tell you how much I love your writing and the way you portray Bucky as one whiny bitch has got me gripping my sheets NGHGGGGG Absolutely fucking love him in Here Kitty Kitty!!!!!
But I've been suddenly hit by a massive Subby!Steve beam and he's an even bigger whiny bitch than Bucky soooo
I present to you- Haunted Steve Rogers :>
Here me out!!! I read a post about ghost fucking and I can't stop thinking about Fresh faced Steve in the twenty first century with Ghost!Bucky Barnes who died in the early 2000s. They never met as children and Steve is mortified to find himself being haunted by a particularly perverted and thirsty AF ghost
Just imagine Steve out in Public, maybe in a mall or inside a packed train and he's just minding his own business until he feels cold wispy hands start groping him. Shivers breaks out of his skin at the cold touch and his complaints dies a quiet death when said cold touches slip down his nether regions.
Just Steve Rogers trying to keep quiet while Bucky molests him, squeezing and stroking his cock while he shakes with pleasure, barely standing and absolutely sweating under his clothing. He's pleading quietly, curling into himself and straining at the effort to not make a noise because Buck! We're in public! Not here please-
Just Steve Rogers trying to listen to a conversation happening in front of him while there's fingers stuck up his ass, cold and opening him roughly. The way his voice would hitch and a gasp leaves him once in while and him shakily telling the person in front of him that he's alright and that he's totally listening as if his prostate isn't being abused.
Just Steve Rogers in a meeting, continuously shifting in his seat. To other people, he's too pent up to sit still properly. The truth? He's got ghost! Bucky's dick buried in his ass, grinding into him and filling him up to the point he thinks he might choke on it. Steve can't beg, can't moan, can't even move because how the fuck is he gonna explain that he's being fucked by a ghostly being in the middle of a meeting?
The risk of being caught riles him up as much as Ghost!Bucky whispering filthy things in his ears like yeah you like that? Look at you, filthy as fuck and taking this dick up your tight ass- You're that desperate Stevie? That you'll have a ghost fucking you everywhere and anytime you want? Come on, open your eyes and look at all of these people in front of you, not knowing that Captain America's gagging for some ghost dick to screw him 24/7! How would they react knowing you're getting filled right now huh, practically a slut for it-
Imagine the mess on Steve's side, how he can go so many times even after coming!!! Just Bucky wringing one orgasm after another while he desperately fights for composure, barely standing and not making a sound, boxers absolutely drenched with his own release-
Or how easy just Bucky slips into him (magical ghost powers Ajdheje), accosting him and groping him wherever whenever he likes, leaching off Steve's warmth and life!! ACKKKKKK AIDHSIRJEORJFJ HEEHEHEHEHEH
-đ« đ«
"Here Kitty Kitty Kitty"
I'm glad you enjoyed whiny Bucky, lmao. He's a favorite for suuure đ
And as for the idea of ghost!Bucky with freshly thawed Steve, I--
Holy fuck, I have seen some ghost-fucker content here and there (much with public stuff which is fun đ„Ž) but I haven't ever considered that with stucky and... I'm obsessed (possessed perhaps, lmao).
I'm especially obsessed with thrill seeker ghost!Bucky and stuttering, subby Steve, though. Goddamn.
I am enthralled with what you wrote! I have to say, though, my immediate thought--my immediate mental image, really--with this pairing was Steve with his leanly muscular, fawn-clumsy legs spread wide on his bed in the middle of the night, hips up, back arched, seemingly all alone and exposed. Moonbeams slip through his curtains into the room, lighting him up, dragging across his flushed, pale skin like a spotlight. His bare, shaven face is pressed hard into his white sheets--contrasting gorgeously, blank sheets, and the blood-hot flush painted with so much pigment, thick and wet, across his face. He's blushing from high on his cheeks all the way up to the hot shells of his ears. And for the most part, other than his quivering, open mouth and his heaving chest--face down, ass up--he's perfectly still. Debauched and statuesque in the middle of the night.
He should be chilled with the night air caressing his skin, but he isn't. He's burning up. The phantom hands on his skin are freezing but he's alive with flames, they're licking and scorching his skin, leaving him gasping, his hands scrunching the sheets into a wrinkled mess, fisting the fabric right by his head, both trying to hide the dirty ecstasy written over his pretty face in vain as Bucky's fucks him and just trying to have something, anything, to hold onto as his world is torn apart from overwhelming, crashing waves of pleasure.
Too much. Too good.
He can't see Bucky, but, oh, god, can he feel him.
Touching him. Fucking him. Groping him. Making handprints and bruises and bite marks appear on his warm, pink skin out of thin air.
He can hear him, too, whispering to him, fuck, he can almost feel it on the back of his neck, but he can't really. Of course not. Bucky isn't breathing down on him. He can't. He's just playing with him, drawing his pleasure out, pushing his nerves to the brink--Steve doesn't know what's hot and what's cold is anymore, Steve doesn't know what's real and what isn't, Steve doesn't know anything but pleasure like he's never felt before, given to him in the middle of the night when he's alone save for Bucky who makes him feel more alive than anyone else with a beating heart in their solid chest could.
(If anyone else were to walk in, though, god, it'd be a show. Steve writhing on his sheets without any influence. Completely stripped bare, exposed, and untouched..? Except, anyone can see the fingertip indents in his thighs as Bucky gropes him, anyone can see the wet, hot, open gape of his hole as Bucky fucks him, taking him from behind, anyone can see the tremble in his muscles as he crumbles under the influence of the unseen, anyone can see sweat glistening on his skin, anyone can see his fever, pink all over, anyone can see how much he loves it, his face twisted up in pleasure, lips hanging open, taking it like a good little slut. So desperate for dick he'll get it anywhere, anytime. He can't live without dick.)
Anyway--
I fucking love your idea. I love the thought of public ghost play, too!! I was just immediately on the bewitching hour, haunting ghost fucking vibe, lol.
I can just imagine Bucky always messing with Steve at the worst times, and when Steve tries to talk sense into Bucky behind closed doors, well, he just ends up a pile of mush as Bucky continues so there's not really any talking. What? They're in private now, isn't this what Steve wants? Isn't this what he was asking for?
Jesus.
They're trouble. They're both so hungry for touch, and they find it so easily in each other that no one else understands. It's kinky as fuck and it's sweet as fuck. I love it!!
Thank you for this! đ
#asks#đ« đ« anon#anon provided writing#semi-public sex#bucky barnes#steve rogers#stucky#fic#ghost fucker#tw death#tw slight dubcon#tw dubious consent#ghost bucky#big sub steve
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everybody only ever wanna talk about yan baileyâŠnobody wanna talk about yan avery making you cockwarm him while he sits at his desk working or suck him off while heâs on a business callâŠ. đđđ
(you're so right. wheres the love for my terrible man with all the money in the world???)
AMAB Avery | GN pc
Avery bringing you to the office as a treat for the day. He introduces you to everyone and they all comment on how polite and quiet you are. He loves that about you. You're the perfect little socialite.
Several people comment on the skirt Avery made you wear. Some even say how much it suits you with a wink. Avery's hand on your shoulder gets tighter at these responses but he's still proud and happy with you as he leads you to his office. It's flashy and nice. With a beautiful view that overlooks the shoreline. Not that you get to look at it before Avery is pulling you into his lap.
His hands reach down under the skirt his lean fingers tracing over your bare skin. His hands are cold and it makes you whimper as he slides a finger inside of you. You're barely ready for it tight and uncomfortable as Avery prepares you.
He's happy to keep fingering you as he looks over his work. Every time he hits a sweatspot you whimper and he hushes you gently. He presses more fingers in as well just to tease you and keep you spread for him. After he's satisfied with that he unzips his pants and teases your hole with his cock he leans you over his desk and takes his time pressing just the tip against you popping the head in and out of your entrance until he can't stand it anymore and he eases you on his cock.
He lets you stay like that for way too long while he works. He lets you squirm and readjust as much as you like. Avery prides himself on his self-control. As you lean back against him your face flushed. Your hands covering your mouth to stop your moans. This is much better than any date he could have taken you on. This way he gets to be entertained and continue his work.
Eventually, though he leans you forward again and starts to thrust in and out of you slowly. He presses you down into the desk by your neck and urges you to be quiet. People are working after all. Your hips are starting to get bruised with every bump against the desk and when you both finally cum you are spent. But Avery still wants more.
He pushes you down to your knees under the desk and urges your face into his crotch demanding you clean him up
"I have a meeting in here in 5 minutes. So try to be quiet."Â
#Tw forced fem#(depending)#Tw semi-public sex#Avery the businessperson#yan dol#yandere#tw yandere#yandere tropes#x reader#gn reader
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PREFERENCES â SEXY SUNDAY EDITION. explicit below the cut. feel free to steal & repost for your own muse(s) .
bold = yes
bold + italics = favorite
italics = maybe or partner dependent
nothing = no strong opinion
striked = never
INTEREST!
submissive / dominant / prefers to top / prefers to bottom ( at the beginning ) / likes to switch / heterosexual / gay / lesbian / bisexual / pansexual / asexual / demisexual / enjoys sex with men / enjoys sex with women / enjoys sex with genderfluid , agender , demigender , or non binary individuals / enjoys sex with all genders regardless of identity / enjoys sex with multiple people at a time ( only if she's in a closed poly relationship ) / enjoys intimacy with women / enjoys intimacy with men / enjoys intimacy with genderfluid, agender, demigender, or non binary individuals / enjoys intimacy with all genders regardless of gender / initiates / waits for partner to initiate / spits / swallows / morning sex / night sex / sex any time / no sex drive / low sex drive / average sex drive / high sex drive / hypersexual / fluctuating sex drive
BODY & APPEARANCE.
slender build / medium build / athletic build / muscular build / curvy build / voluptuous / chubby build / wears boxers / wears boxer briefs / wears lingerie / goes commando / shaves / trims / waxes / goes natural / naturally smooth / cup size a b c / cup size d-f/ 1-5â in length / 6-9â in length / 10â or over in length
SOUNDS.
silent / quiet ( tries to be at first out of shyness ) / loud / grows in volume over time / bites hand / bites partner / bites pillow to muffle self / calls out partners name / curses / fakes / exaggerates / prefers a quiet partner / prefers a loud partner / prefers a partner who grows in volume over time / turned on by dirty talk!!! / turned off by dirty talk
TURN-ONS & KINKS.
having their hands pinned / pinning partnerâs hands / having own hair pulled / pulling partnerâs hair / being watched ( by their partner ) / being watched ( by a third party ) / watching their partner / receiving oral / giving oral / giving praise / receiving praise / biting or marking / being bitten or marked / spanking / being spanked / teasing / being teased / having toys used on them / using toys on their partner / giving anal / receiving anal / choking / being choked / giving vaginal / receiving vaginal / being tied up / tying partner up / being worshipped / worshipping partner / humiliating / being humiliated / degrading / being degraded / knife play / blood play / being pegged / pegging partner / partner wearing lingerie / wearing lingerie / whipping / being whipped / roleplay ( would depend on the scenario but she'd try ) / titfucking / cockwarming
PLACES.
bedroom / shower / bath / pool / ocean / kitchen / home bathroom / public restroom / car / tent / alleyway / field / forest / university / empty or abandoned building / library / rooftop / terrace / dressing room / elevator / parking lot / museum / cemetery / beach / closet / hospital
#the places section has changed in that chiyo can be coaxed into shenanigans in semi-private places now and it does add some thrill#but if it's too exposed/too public then absolutely not she'll die asdfg#also what did i say!! about so many turn-ons being bold or italicized!! omg#i will point out that chiyo's a lil more hesitant to inflict physical harm on her partner but she can get to that point if they want it#it just takes time bc she's afraid of actually hurting them asdf#but biting her?? bruising her with some manhandling?? absolutely go right ahead asdf#honestly i could elaborate more so if anyone wants that maybe send an ask or i'll ramble in the tags forever :' ))#i sit before flowers & hope they will train me in the art of opening up | headcanons#shield your eyes | nsft#tw suggestive#thank you again to vee for the preferences post <3 i didn't have it in me to search for one :' ))
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80s Terry fucking you at a gala and the guy whoâs hosting (and about to make a huge deal with Dynatox) walks in. What happens?âŠ
Look, if there's one thing that's certain about corporate circles then it is that other hypermasculine corporate Yuppies are for sure never going to look down on another powerful man, in this case Terry Silver, regardless what he does, so long as it doesn't endanger their own profit, especially during the 80's, at the height of this work culture environment. In fact, they might just respect and envy him for a great many of these behaviors, because to quote Logan Roy from Succession 'Sometimes, its all a big dick measuring contest'. Terry caught having sex? Doing coke? Being corrupt? Being downright sadistic behind closed doors? Dropping toxic sludge on Borneo? Facing court indictment several times a year? It might just evoke a sort of begrudging respect and fear, because these circles and their higher ups (even today) are just like that. They don't care what the CEO of Dynatox does in his spare time (or even on the clock --- in fact, he makes the clock, out of his own mansion's bathtub. He isn't on it.) precisely because he's the CEO of Dynatox and because he's worth Billions and generates just as much.
Hey, money talks.
Terry found fucking you at a gala, suited up and all, having bent you over the first available flat surface in a semi-public setting while he ruts into you? Ironically, possibly in the long line up of Terry's many transgressions, this might be pretty mild. The person making the discovery, event organizer or not, could just be the one apologizing and letting Mr. Silver finish first, closing the door shut behind himself in a haste with a million 'I'm so sorry, sir.''s attached to it.
#terry silver#kk3#cobra kai#80's terry silver#tw; yuppie corporate work enviroments#terry silver x reader#terry silver x beloved#tw; public sex#tw; semi-public sex#dynatox#tw; toxic masculinity
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okay, it's quite exhibitionismy because joel and exhibitionism is heaven in my opinion.
i was thinking of wearing a very revealing bikini when the two of you go to the pool together.
the whole time your in the water he's just grabbing you and kissing you since there's other people in there.
eventually he gives in and starts to finger you but you have to be discreet about it and supress your moans.
somehow you manage to so he decides to test you even further by getting you to bounce on his cock and again stay quiet so the others in the pool don't hear you.
AMAZING đđđ
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Government Hooker - T.F.
Synopsis. With the fame and glory of being an international popstar comes the inevitable threat of an overzealous stalker. You just didnât think that it would also come with a very sexy, buff bodyguard behind your every move.
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, popstar! reader, bodyguard! Toji, unprotected, brat-taming, spanking, choking, rough oral (male + female receiving), slight enemies-to-lovers, jealousy (Tojiâs side), daddy kink, semi-public sex, manager! Nanami, creampie, power dynamics, dirty talk, stalking threats, TW. knife (brief), swearing.
Word count. 10.8k
A/N. Â WHEWWWWWWWWW need some buff bodyguard Toji in my life. Slightly inspired by The Bodyguard. Set in the Brooklyn Babyverse.
Itâs in New York that you meet Toji Fushiguro.
Pop Princessâ World Tour in Jeopardy After Stalking Threats
Dark Times for Pop Royalty: Will She Return for This Yearâs Grammy Performance?
Is It Over For The International Sensation?
âNanami, for the millionth time, do I look like I need a babysitter?â you squint at the headlines flashing across your phone screen, resisting the urge to fling it at the nearest wall.Â
Sitting right in the middle of your whirlwind dressing room, you breathe in the heady air, thick with hairspray and anticipation for the upcoming shoot. Normally, youâd preen at the stylists swarming around you - but right now, their fussing only makes it all the more difficult to drive your manager dangerously close to an aneurysm.
As expected, Nanami drones out the same rehearsed response youâve memorized word-for-word at this point. âMy apologies, but with the severity of these threats, we canât-â
âAfford to take any chances, I know I know.â Still, heart sinking, you scoff, âI understand, but 24/7 surveillance is insane. Canât I have any-â
Bang!
To your chagrin - and perhaps Nanamiâs mercy - the door flies open with a force that rattles its hinges.Â
As the bustling activity in the dressing room freezes, your eyes immediately snap to the hulking figure at the door. Expression steely and vigilant, he strides in with a presence that demands attention. You canât help but raise a brow at his audacity - and the unreal rippling of his muscles beneath that skin-tight t-shirt.Â
âSorry to interrupt, but that blue-haired freak Mojito at the front desk told me to come here.â a low rumble sweeps the room.Â
Ah, this must be the one. Gesturing your stylists away, you square your shoulders - ready for a fight. âAnd who might you beâ
âNameâs Fushiguro Toji, your new âbabysitterâ, princess.â he declares, voice gruff and unwavering over Nanamiâs tired hum of âBodyguard, he means bodyguardâ.Â
You narrow your eyes, studying the pure disinterest on his face. Great, just what you needed - you didnât claw your way to the top to be scared and controlled by some loser stalker. Tilting your head defiantly, âHmm, you donât look like much of a bodyguard.â
Tojiâs lips twitch into a sardonic smirk, gaze meeting yours with a hint of challenge, âMhm, and you donât act like much of a princess.â
You could almost hear the record screech to a halt. Everyone holding their breath, eyes locked on you as an agonizing beat of silence passes, half the room on the verge of fainting.
One. Two.
A startled laugh bursts from your lips. Shattering the tension in that dressing room as swiftly as the mirror in your stylistâs hand wouldâve had you remained quiet a second longer.Â
The audacity of this man. No oneâs ever spoken to you like that before.Â
Tojiâs grin widens at your unexpected reaction, that sinful little scar on his lips stretching in amusement. Some small, strange part of him satisfied at passing your invisible test.
âWell, look at that, didnât expect ya to have a sense of humor.â he comments, tone positively dripping with sarcasm, as if toying with you.
Plastering on that painfully saccharine sweet smile usually saved for nosy interviewers, you mockingly bat your lashes. âAnd I didnât expect to have a babysitter breathing down my neck.âÂ
âOh donât expect me to babysit, princess. I donât get paid nearly enough for that. According to that hardass manager of yours, my job is to keep you safe. Whether you like it or not.âÂ
With a dismissive wave of your hand, you turn back to your make-up artist, clearly done with this tedious conversation. âWeâll see how long that lasts. I have a knack for losing unwanted company.â
And if thereâs one thing youâve come to learn with Toji Fushiguro, itâs that you do not have a knack for losing unwanted company. Especially not him.Â
Wherever you went, Toji was there first - it didnât matter how fast you escaped, or how many hats and masks you put on. He was everywhere.
He was there when you slipped away to swap sunglasses with a passing stranger, convinced youâd outsmarted your looming bodyguard. But your triumphant laugh caught in your throat as you heard that familiar chuckle behind you - whirling around to find him sporting your ill-fitting shades with an amused glint in his eyes.
He was there during a chaotic fashion show, where you blended seamlessly amongst the flurry backstage, hoping to escape Tojiâs watchful gaze. Heart pounding, making it all the way to the elevator. Youâd barely let out a breath of relief before large hands intercept the closing doors. Towering figure stepping inside with a knowing grin, âGoing somewhere, princess?â
Hell, he was even there when you hatched a plan to ditch him on the tarmac of the bustling airport. Making a dash for your private plane, and settling into your plush seat with smug satisfaction. Ah, at least youâll have a few hours of peace until Tokyo without-
âDamn, first class is nice. Must be nice to be pretty and rich.â a low whistle causes you to groan inwardly (and outwardly).
âYouâve got to be kidding me.â you mutter under your breath, at the man seated right beside you. At this point, you half expected him to be keeping guard outside as you shower.
Toji was always there. Steadfast as ever, firm chest always blocking whatever escape plan youâve concocted. In all your years in the spotlight, youâve never felt so frustrated. The dawning realization that there was no escape matching your slowly slipping sanity as you kick off the first stop of your world tour - Tokyo.
Itâs in New York that you meet Toji Fushiguro.
Itâs in Tokyo that everything changes.Â
Electricity crackling in the air, deafening roars of your name in your ears - you stand center stage. This was where you belonged - where you felt alive.Â
Pouring your soul into your words, stage lights dance across your skin, as frantic as the adrenaline in your veins. The crowd before you was a living, breathing entity, swept away with energy and excitement.
The music swells to a crescendo as your voice carries across the arena, limelight following you spellbound.
In the intoxicating performance, you donât notice a pair of widened green eyes doing the same, goosebumps rising along his skin. Gaze fixed on you with an intensity that rivaled the spotlight itself. A silent reverie.Â
As the final notes of your song echoed through the arena you felt a rush of euphoria wash over you. Lights dimming, you draw a long breath, savoring the crackling energy onstage. A high that left you craving for more.
With a grateful smile, you bow deeply, screams and applause reverberating in your ears like thunder.Â
The cheers continue to ring in your ears as youâre whisked away, backstage buzzing with excitement and anticipation over the special guests for the VIP event. Enveloped by your team, you navigate through the labyrinthine corridors of the arena. Â
You catch Tojiâs eye from where he flanked your right, your brow raising ever-so-slightly as if silently asking, âCâmon, didnât I kill it out there?âÂ
But before you can decipher the fleeting expression on his face, the moment is shattered by a sudden commotion up front.Â
âHey, over here! Is it true there's a stalker after you? Is it to boost album sales?â
âCan you confirm the rumors that you're cozying up with Satoru from Tokyo Special Grades? The fans want answers!â
âHey! How do you respond to critics who call you a has-been? Come on, speak up!â
Youâre barely given a second to breathe before the paparazzi descend upon you like vultures. Bodies jostling urgently as rapidfire questions and incessant flashes make you see stars behind your eyes.Â
Trying to block out the swarm of questions, you close your eyes amidst the dizzying chaos, trying to find some semblance of stability.
And stability finds its way in the strong arm that wraps protectively around you, pressing you close against a sculpted chest.
Toji.
âDonâ worry, princess, Iâll get you outta here.â hot breath brushing against your ear, sending shivers creeping down your spine.Â
Pulled impossible close to his muscled frame, his steady heartbeat grounds you - while yours stutters as Tojiâs voice cuts through the clamor like a knife. âBack off, vultures. Show some respect or Iâll make sure ya regret it.âÂ
Steely gaze almost provoking - as if anyone would dare challenge the imposing, almost frightening presence in the middle of the room. The paparazzi, momentarily stunned, falter in their pursuit, allowing Toji to carve a path through the chaos.
Hands still tight around you, as youâre hastily escorted away from the chaos, you steal a glance at Tojiâs profile, illuminated by the harsh flashes of the cameras. Finding some intrusive little part of you that thrills at the raw intensity, cheeks flaring in response.
Heâs so warm.Â
You could almost cry as those gaudy VIP doors swing open, swiftly ushering you to safety. They slam shut, sealing off the cacophony outside. In the soft lounge music wafting through the air, youâre left with the nagging awareness of Tojiâs body heated against yours.
Embarrassment floods through you like a tidal wave as you register the way youâre still clinging on to him. Abruptly pushing away, you take a larger step back than was probably appropriate.Â
In the dimly lit room, you couldnât make out exactly what was twinkling in Tojiâs eyes as they flicker to you. But what you could see was that amused grin curling his lips as you uncharacteristically stumble over your words, âThank you- Uh, for the way I-â
âPrincess~!â Words choke in your throat as a flash of white and blue barrels into you, sending you reeling backward. Playful laughter ringing through the air.Â
âS-Satoru?â you stammer, caught off guard. Before youâve fully recovered, heâs pulling you into a bruising hug, nearly knocking you off your feet.Â
âHey there, gorgeous,â Satoru purrs, voice velvety as he leans in. âYou absolutely killed it out there tonight.â
âOh my gosh, Satoru! I havenât seen you in forever.â A laugh escapes your lips, though the lingering warmth from Tojiâs proximity still prickles at the edges of your consciousness. âWhat are you even doing here?â
Satoru chuckles, gaze lingering on you, âCouldnât miss the biggest concert in Tokyo since ours, duh.â His energy was infectious, and you find yourself smiling along. âThank you Satoru.âÂ
As Satoru continues to chatter animatedly about the concert, you distinctly realize that Toji has slipped into the background. Where was he? You find your eyes darting around the room in search of his familiar presence, slowly noticing the lack of Satoruâs bandmates in the process.
Your curiosity piqued, you couldnât resist teasing him. âSo, where are the rest of Tokyo Special Grades? I thought you guys were inseparableâ
He shrugs it off casually, leaning down to whisper conspiratorially âRehearsal. Donât let âem know Iâm here.â
As you titter at his antics, he gives you a playful nudge, eyes twinkling with mischief. âSoâŠsince the bandâs away, how about you and me grab a drink together?.â
Something heavy pools in your stomach as those familiar words ring in your ears, hanging in the air - you knew all too well what he meant.Â
Skin still tingling with the lingering heat of Tojiâs touch, your eyes sweep the room for him one last time. Some strange part of your heart pangs when you find that those piercing green eyes, always studying you so intently, are nowhere to be found.
âLead the way, Satoru.â
---
The world was rocking, as were Satoruâs fingers on you. Softly tracing along your collarbone, touch searing as he pushes you against the wall of your hotel room.Â
Shivers run down your spine, all the way to your heated core. Breaths mingling, a desperate hunger ignites in the air as your fingers just barely graze against the buttons of his overpriced button-up.Â
Tension reaching its peak, fingers hazily fumbling with those tedious buttons-
Bang!
You both startle as the door swings open, breaking the heady atmosphere inside. Dazed, you whirl your head towards the intruder standing at the door - Toji. Seems he had a penchant for dramatic entrances.Â
Toji stands in the doorway, his gaze dark and unreadable. Without a word, he strides into the room, narrowed eyes flickering between you and Satoru.
âWhat the hell is going on here?â Tojiâs voice is low and dangerous, cutting through the tense silence hanging in the air.
Satoru tries to play it cool, though you catch his easy smirk faltering slightly, âOh? The bodyguard, right? What brings you here, my man?â
Ignoring the question - and Satoru altogether - Toji turns to you, eyes never leaving yours. â24/7 means 24/7. As your bodyguard, I canât permit some stranger to get too close.â he asserts.
Mind still burning with lust, you feel red-hot irritation simmering beneath your skin. Fists clenching at the tone that leaves no room for argument.Â
âI donât recall signing up for a warden.â you snap, sharp and defiant.Â
Tojiâs expression remains impassive, but thereâs a glint of determination in his eyes. âIâm not here to argue, princess. My job here is just to keep you safe, princess.âÂ
You scoff, shaking your head in disbelief - this was ridiculous. âUh, newsflash, Toji. I can take care of myself just fine.â
âYou little brat-â
Before the argument can escalate further, Satoru cuts in, his voice uncharacteristically calm and conciliatory. âHey, it's okay, man. Iâll just leave,â he says, stepping away from you and raising his hands in surrender.
You shoot Satoru a look of frustration, torn between the desire for independence and for someone to fucking make you cum, and the unsettling feeling of vulnerability that Tojiâs presence somehow seems to evoke. As the door slams shut - not before a playful hum of âCall me, princess~!â - a deafening silence envelopes the room.Â
The room that now feels too small. Too hot. Thighs still quivering in anticipation.
Shit.Â
Mind racing, you donât catch the way Tojiâs gaze softens slightly, a hint of regret flickering in his eyes. âIâm sorry, princess. But I canât take any chances, Iâm here to protect you.âÂ
âEnough with this âprincessâ crap.â Running a hand through your hair, you let out an exasperated sigh, trying desperately to quell the storm of emotions swirling uncomfortably inside you. âAnd protect me from what? A harmless hookup?â
âFrom whoever is sending those threats,â Toji growls. âUntil we catch them, youâre not allowed to be alone with anyone.â
Frustration reaching a boiling point, you storm up to him. âFine, then you can stay here and watch me 25/8 for all I care. But, what are you going to do about that?â each word punctuated by a hard poke to his sculpted chest, laced with defiance - but also something raw and primal.
Green eyes darkening with intensity, you watch his jaw clench in restraint. He takes a step impossibly close, the air crackling with something you couldnât name.
âYou donât get to play games with me, princess,â he warns, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine.
But - as always - you refuse to back down. Heart racing, mind hazy, you stand close enough that youâre toe to toe with him. A hand reaching out to grasp his large ones, manicured nails digging into the heated skin. In one, fluid motion, you place his hand in between your skirt, heated core soaking through your thin panties.Â
âIâm not playing games, Toji.â
Before you can react, your back hits the wall. Surface cool on your heated skin. A brick-hard body is against yours, you could almost sink into him at how close he was pressed.Â
Heat rushing to your cheeks, slick gushing to your cunt, your eyes lock with Tojiâs darkened ones. He murmurs, words low and making your pussy jump in anticipation, âDidnât expect you to be so filthy, princess.â
You lean in, lips mere inches away from his, whispering seductively. âOh you have no idea.â
You didnât expect those to be the words that make him snap - then again, you didnât expect him to snap so easily either.
Tojiâs eyes widen slightly, his jaw dropping open as he processes your words. He stares at you darkly for a moment, gaze traveling over your flushed cheeks, your devilish grin, and finally settling on your heaving chest.
Toji pins your wrists above your head with one hand, the other roughly tearing your skirt off your waist. Flimsy cloth hitting the carpeted floor.Â
âHey! Those are Dolce and-â
You donât get to finish your sentence before his lips capture yours. Words catching in your throat as his tongue plunges unforgivingly into your mouth.Â
Hands groping and teasing every inch of skin they could find. Kneading your breasts through your shirt, biting down hard on your bottom lip.
A desperate whine that you definitely wouldâve been embarrassed about had you been in the right state of mind leaves your lips as something achingly hard grazes your core. Shit, you had an inkling but he was going to split you apart. Mindlessly wondering whether youâll have to cancel the photoshoot tomorrow. Hips bucking for more more more-
âPatience, princess.â he murmurs, hotly against your lips. Thick fingers slipping beneath your panties - ripping them off. You gasp as the cold air hits your cunt, thighs quivering at the neat fingernail grazing your swollen folds. âYou need to be taught a lesson first.â
Youâre not in the mood for patience. But whatever retort gets stuck on the tip of your tongue as a long finger circles your throbbing clit. Tight, urgent little circles that inch you closer and closer to insanity. âF-faster-â
âYouâll take what I give, my lilâ slut.â
âI donât have to listen to you.â
Ah, but alas - thank god for Toji Fushiguro being a merciful man. At least for the moment.
Pressing a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down your body, dropping to his knees with urgency of a madman. Gaze fiery fiery with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine - you were in for it.Â
Licking his lips, tongue catching on that small scar by the corner, he dives nose-deep into your needy pussy. Bed mere meters away, Toji takes you right against the wall.Â
His hungry gaze devours you just as greedily as the mouth on your cunt. âAh! Hah- Oh, Toji!â you gasp, arching into his hurried yet expert tongue. Harsh, purposeful movements that send electric shocks straight to your core.Â
âNot Toji, princess.â he murmurs, lips hot against your own. Urgently lapping at your juices, as if a man dying of thirst.
Something hot and sticky coils at your stomach - maybe at the way his tongue was crooking just right to tease your dripping entrance, bullying its way past your swollen folds. Or maybe at the way the realization has your slick beading out of your pulsing pussy.
âD-daddy?â you whimper, almost-experimentally.Â
And apparently it was the right answer, as Toji lets out a guttural groan into your snug cunt. Nose catching against your abused clit, rubbing hurried little circles. Tongue stretching out your snug walls, pooling your juices, unforgivingly dipping in and out in and out in and-
Speeding up now, his tongue has you losing your mind in ways you didnât even know were possible. âHngh- faster. Fuck me like you want it, daddy.â you whine, hips grinding further into his mouth..Â
And he lets you. In your lust-addled mind you barely have time to think about this strange act of mercy - only thinking of how close you were. So close. So fucking close. Mere moments away from shattering completely. Mind filled with only Toji and his tongue and Toji-
âDidnât think Iâd be so nice to ya, did you, princess?â
Orgasm slipping through your fingers, your crash from euphoria matches that of your heart.
Ah, Toji could cream his pants at the way your face fell so adorably as he pulled away. Delicate strings of spit and slick still connecting him to your slutty pussy.Â
âToji?â you mewl, bruised lips falling into a pretty pout that made him want to throw caution to the find and stuff you full of his cock right now. But no, he had to teach his lilâ princess a thing or two about not getting everything she wants.
âPatience, princess.â With a grin, Toji warns, voice husky and sending shivers down your spine and making you grind your hips against his lips. Before you can whine in disappointment, a sharp smack! cuts through the heady air. The sound hits you before the realization that Toji hit you.Â
A sharp slap against your ass, the impact shocking you briefly before arousal takes over. You yelp at the sting, eyes widening in surprise.
âWha-â
âCount to ten, then Iâll let you cum. You need to learn a thing or two about listening, brat.â
You stare at him defiantly, your heart pounding in your chest. A silent staredown that only makes heat pool more and more desperately at your core. Deafening need, slick dripping down your legs pathetically.
âO-one.â you whisper, voice strained with frustration and barely audible.
He watches you like a predator stalking his prey, eyes never leaving your face. Smack!
His hand connects with your ass again, a low hum of appreciation at the mewl leaving your kiss-bitten lips at the pain and filthy pleasure. Your ass stinging as much as your dripping cunt.
â...two.â
Apparently approving of your obedience, he dives back in with a low growl. Burning his face between your thighs, because fuck oxygen - breathing couldnât compare to how sweet you were on his tongue.
Lapping up your sensitive folds, scar rough against them, teasing. Edging your climax and your sanity like the merciless bastard he was. Smack!Â
âHah- ah! Two- Oh, jusâ like that-â Broken, raw moans escape your lips as he continues his torture. Ah, he loved this view. The peopleâs princess, so teary and falling apart because of him.
In the obscenity of it all, thick fingers stuff themselves in your cunt. The lack of preparation makes you squeeze around Tojiâs tongue as they pump into your sloppy hole relentlessly. In and out in and out-Â
Smack!
âTh-three- hngh-â
Purposefully missing that one spot Toji knew would have you seeing stars. You havenât earned that yet.
Blood rushes straight to his cock as you throw your head back, letting out a strangled sob. âDaddy, let me cum. Wanna cum on your tongue. Ah-â Oh, you clever minx, knew exactly what made his leaking cock throb with need. For that you get two sharp smacks on each cheek.Â
âF-four. Five.â youâre in tears at this point. Delicate little streaks down your cheeks to where Toji had his face buried in your cunt.
âThaâs right, princess.â Toji praises, voice thick with desire and sending vibrations that make your walls clench. âTell me how badly you need it.â
Body convulsing uncontrollably around his hot tongue, pushing you closer and closer to the edge - only to reel you back again. Denying you. Chipping away at your sanity bit by bit. A hand reaches to grab a fistful of his silky black locks, tugging needily - and you get punished accordingly.Â
Smack! Smack! Smack!
âE-eight! Hngh- please.âÂ
âPlease!â you moan, voice raw with need and desperation. Finally breaking for him - being pushed this far with anyone before. âPlease, let me cum. Please please wanna cum-.â Close. You were so close that it hurt.
Ever the merciful man, he forgives this little transgression. Only continuing to cup your sore cheeks possessively, hands mapping the expanse of your heated skin.
âPlease, Daddy.â you choke, a broken whisper. Now exhausted, knees weakening, itâs all you can do to not collapse on the floor, Tojiâs strong hold on your hip to control you being the only thing holding you up.
Several things happen at once. You barely even feel the final two, sharp slaps - too far gone to register anything other than the rough thumb pressing on your sensitive clit. Hard.Â
And then youâre cumming.Â
Body convulsing and bowing into him, crying out raw moans of Tojiâs name as you cream around his tongue. Your vision blurs at the edges, grip searing on Tojiâs hair, tangling in the soft strands and pulling him impossibly closer to ride out your high on his pretty face.Â
White-hot pleasure courses through your entire body, thighs quivering delicately around his face as you chase peak after peak.Â
As the stars behind your eyes disappear into nothingness, youâre left limp and boneless, held up against the wall with a single, muscled hand.
Toji - ever the gentleman, supports you with a steady arm before you slip down the wall, valiant knees finally giving out.Â
Blinking your vision back, you catch a glimpse of his achingly hard erection. Straining painfully against his trousers, a dark patch right where his thick head was. And despite your severely fucked out state, your mouth still waters.
Obviously catching your line of sight, he adjusts his uncomfortably tight pants. Steering your still-lustfully delirious self to the bed. âYou were such a good girl fâme, princess. Letâs stay that way, hm?â
You blink up at him, confusion clouding your mind. Did he just compliment you? You must be mistaken.Â
But as you look into his eyes, you see a genuine twinkle of fondness mixed in with the desire that makes your skin burn. A heady combination. One that makes your mind spin, even as youâre carefully placed on the soft bed. Even as he swiftly closes the door with a low whisper of âRest now, youâve got a busy day tomorrow.â leaving no room for argument.
Sinking into the soft mattress, a strange surge of euphoria rushes through you as you realize two things:
Nothing would ever be the same.Â
It was going to be your personal challenge to make Toji Fushiguro crack.Â
Heart racing, feet thumping tersely against the plush carpet, for perhaps the first time in years, Fushiguro Toji is taken aback. The heavenly sight of you falling apart underneath him searing into his brain. Something coiling uncomfortably in his stomach, rushing all the way to his throbbing dick. But, right now, the only thing heâs thinking of being to fucking find somewhere to fuck his fist to the memory.
---
Your third night in Tokyo was a whirlwind of lights and camera flashes. And yet, in the midst of it all you still escaped - this time with Toji - claiming âsecurity talksâ. Pulling him into an abandoned green room, your glossy lips capture his with searing passion. Pulling away teasingly, breathless, only once you were sure youâd kissed him silly and achingly hard. And promptly skipping away to bother your make-up artist.
Ah, yet the stubborn bastard still didnât crack.
Itâs in Melbourne where you learned that Toji was much more than just a bodyguard. Finally bothering him enough to join you out rather than shadow you for the first time. Dragging him to a tiny karaoke booth tucked away in a dimly lit corner of town, belting out your favorite tunes to him while he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. And if you caught a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, well, neither of you said anything.Â
Your glittering heels were placed teasingly in his lap, chattering away as he drove you two back, your favorite pastime as of late. A silent dare, almost goading. His steely gaze trained on the bustling road and that one annoying blue car trying to swerve him.Â
âSo, Toji, in your military stint ever tried to sneak away incognito but wear a disguise so bad you end up on the front page?â
He chuckles, eyes flickering down at your feet resting comfortably on him. âCanât say I have, but I once mistook a high-ranking officer for a recruit. Had him doing push-ups before I realized my mistake.â
You burst into laughter, sound echoing in the car. Feet brushing against him right there - just a little accident, right?
But it takes until Paris for you two to break.
In the chic confines of your favorite studio in Nanterre, the scent of freshly brewed coffee heavy in the air, you find yourself chattering away on call with Gojo Satoru. His voice crackling through the speaker amidst the glow of studio lights.
âThat beat you sent is pure magic, Satoru. Itâs perfect!â you hum, excitement bubbling in your voice as you bob your head to the soft music playing in the background.Â
Satoruâs response is immediate, enthusiasm matching yours, âSee, what did I tell ya. Canât wait to see what youâll come up with. You sure I get no sneak peaks for this secret lilâ project of yours?â
âAbsolutely not.â
âThought so, but anyway, howâs the City of Love been treating you, darling?â he teases.
You laugh, rolling your eyes playfully, âPlease, Satoru. You know Iâm too busy dodging Toji for any of that.â
Satoru chuckles knowingly on the other end of the line, âAh yes. From what happened last time, I imagine heâs been a welcome distraction, huh? Hey, is his dick really as big as his BDE is?â
âOh fuck off.â you scoff, heat rising to your cheeks. âAnd for that, Iâm leaving.âÂ
Swiftly ending the call, you cut off Satoruâs protests. Slight embarrassment coursing through your veins at how apparently obvious you two had been. A strange pang of longing flickers in your chest as you realize you havenât seen Toji all day - Nanami mentioned something about a security briefing for your closely upcoming Grammy performance.
You sigh at the irony of the situation - just when you thought you got that freedom youâd been yearning for so long, you find yourself wanting for that musclehead presence even more.Â
Shaking your head, you turn back to your mixing console, ready to throw yourself into the music once more. Yet before you could, your phone buzzes with a new notification. A quick glance reveals that familiar contact name and a series of messages that have your cheeks flaring once more.Â
Blind rat #4 đ§żđ§ż:
You better not block me for this but is this secret project for that bodyguard? You whipped WHORE~~
LMAO JKJK IK you donât write songs about other people.
UnlessâŠ
As that block button was tapped, itâs said that Satoruâs piercing shriek echoed across in all 23 wards of Tokyo - making the people fear an oncoming Godzilla attack.
âDamn Satoru.â you grumble, tossing your phone onto the leather sofa in the corner. âAlways saying stupid thi-â
But as you turn around, your breath catches in your throat. There, standing in the doorway, is Toji. His presence filling the space, commanding attention with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.
âToji?â you breathe, surprise mingling with a rush of conflicting emotions. âI didnât expect the briefing to end so soon-â
âWhatâs this about that brat Satoru, princess?â he murmurs, voice low and gravelly.Â
He raises his head to meet your gaze, and a jolt of electricity runs through your body. Oh, those eyes. Your skin feels heated in the crackling air. âNothing.â you reply - almost suspiciously quickly - the words tumbling out in a rush, âJust Satoru being...well, Satoru.â
Tojiâs lips twitch in a semblance of a smile, a hint of amusement glinting in his eyes among that carnal look. âI see,â he murmurs, taking a step closer to you. You have half the mind to step back - but why would you ever.
âYâknow, I didnât think you still talk with that white-haired clown.â his minty breath fans your face, darkened eyes searching yours. And you can see the question forming in them before he even asks. âYou still plan on fuckinâ him when you go back to Tokyo?â
And usually youâd bristle. Usually, that hardened part of you that never takes shit would rear her head and give Toji an earful. Usually. But right now, a dangerous idea was taking root in your head.Â
Heat rushing to your core at the look in his eyes that said he wanted to devour you alive, you simply tilt your head coyly.Â
âSo what?â A smirk playing on your lips, âGonna do something about it, daddy? Or are you just gonna leave me all hot and bothered like you have-â
Your back hits the leather sofa before you even realize what is happening.Â
Bouncing at the sheer force of his throw, you let out a yelp of surprise. Skirt riding up, legs splaying out so sinfully for him.Â
The cushion dips as he looms closer, approaching you unhurriedly like a predatory closing in on its prey. A dangerous little smirk playing on your lips, you spread your legs wider, inviting him in. A carnal part of you relishing in the way his eyes canât seem to decide between your soaked panties and the way you bite your lips so coyly.
âIf youâre that desperate, then youâre gonna get it, my lilâ slutâÂ
Heâs on top of you now, tongue hot against your neck, leaving heated, open-mouthed kisses down to your collarbone. You yelp as sharp teeth dig into the soft skin. Hands exploring every inch of you, desperate for more - and youâre no better.
Sharp nails digging into that sinfully tight t-shirt, all but tearing it to shreds. Your mouth waters as it hits the floor, Tojiâs chiseled body on full display. Your eyes greedily take in every curve and dip, hands reaching out to grope the toned skin. Pulling. Teasing. Not enough time in the world to savor the Adonis that was Toji Fushiguro.
His hands were pulling up your shirt haphazardly. Bunching your panties with two fingers, pulling down down down till your cunt was bare and spread open so shamefully for him. âShit, so wet nâ ready. This for me or that brat, huh?â he grunts cruelly, lowering himself beside you to murmur in your ear.
âNow, on your knees, princess. Be a good lilâ slut for me and donât make me wait.â breath hot against your ears, making you shudder so sinfully. It made him want to eat you alive.
You consider disobeying him, just to face his delicious punishment. But that predatory look in his eyes has you immediately dropping to the ground in front of him.
Your hungry gaze takes in the heavenly sight before you. Legs spread, eyes half-lidded, pants pulled down just enough so that his heavy, leaking cock bobbing enticingly in the air.Â
Eyes widening, your cunt clenches in both fear and anticipation. Shit, maybe this was why he was holding back.Â
He was big. Ridiculously big, and rock-hard. Furiously red with thick veins running down the side, glistening with precum.
âCâmon now, if youâre gonna act like such a slut then learn to take it like one, princess.â Saliva pools on your tongue, warm as it hits Tojiâs thick tip, achingly hard. A carnal part of you relishes in the low hiss that leaves him.Â
Your tongue snakes out, unable to hold yourself back any longer. Swiping at the droplets of precum pooling on his tip. The sinfully salty taste explodes on your tongue, sending shocks of pleasure right to your cunt.
You feel his intense gaze on you as your mouth wraps around his thick head, inching down slowly. Stretching your lips obscenely, filling you up in ways you never thought were possible.Â
Your breath gets caught in your throat as he pulses in your throat. It was overwhelming and everything you wanted to be doing right now.
Ah, but you shouldâve known by now. Shouldâve realized as your teary eyes look up to meet the dangerous glint in his.Â
With a feral groan, his hips thrust forward. You were too slow.Â
Hardening impossibly at the way you choke and gag around him, tears springing to your eyes. Using you in a way that was so debauched. âHah- Fuck. love it when you sing, princess, but you look better choking on my cock.â
Your nose was buried in his pubic hair now, wet with saliva and precum. His heady, masculine scent filling your senses. Tojiâs thrusts were jerky, desperate.Â
Grip searing on your scalp, Toji uses it as leverage as he fucks your face till his tip hits your poor, abused throat. Moving you up and down on his cock with mindless need, hips rutting with reckless abandon.
Yet, you wanted more. Needed more. More more more. You wanted to feel him deep inside you, splitting you open, making you come harder than you ever thought possible.
And youâre guessing it showed on your dazed eyes. Because a broken, dangerous laugh leaves him. His grip on your hair intensifies, pulling your head back roughly until your eyes water. âMore? You want fucking more? Then prove it.âÂ
Tojiâs thrusts increase in speed, his raspy grunts becoming louder and louder as he rams his cock deeper into your mouth, your pussy throbbing in response.
You moan around his erection, unable to form coherent sentences due to his length stretching your throat.Â
Without hesitation, you reach up and grab his balls, massaging them firmly as you suck him deeper. Pressing right in between that one spot you knew would make him see stars. Pressing tight little circles. Over and over-
An appreciative groan leaving him, Tojiâs thrusts become erratic. Movements growing frantic. âFuck, Fuck, princess, you're going to be the death of me,â he curses, his voice strained.
You rub your thighs together desperately, relaxing your throat more, refusing to let go. Desperate to taste him, to experience the blissful agony of his seed painting your mouth. But when has Toji ever let you have your way? Never, thatâs when.
Instead, he yanks your head back, pulling you off his cock with a rough, almost cruel motion. Your lips pop free, leaving his sensitive head exposed to the cool air. Gasping for breath, your chest heaves as you try to regain your composure.
Before you can even register what's happening, Toji pulls you into him, forcing you on your hands and knees. Large hands grasp your waist, holding you firmly in place. âFace down, ass up. Youâre going to take it like a good little slut.â
Delicious goosebumps erupt down your spine. Licking a long, languid stripe down your back along them as you position yourself before him, Toji couldnât help but huff out a dangerous laugh at your sinful gasp.
Mouth watering at your glistening cunt, clenching so pathetically around nothing, Toji pools your juices on two of his fingers. Promptly pushing them into his mouth with a lewd pop! groaning at his favorite taste. âNext time, Iâm gonna eat out your pretty lilâ cunt while you suck on my cock, princess.â
âPlease, daddy. Anything.â
Fingers circling your wet entrance, your words were music to Tojiâs ears. Music that mingles with your needy, disappointed whine as he abruptly pulls away. But that doesnât last too long - with low hiss, he buries his throbbing cock into your dripping cunt with almost no preparation. Â
You keen at the stretch as he presses in - deliciously painful, boderling insane, and exactly what you wanted right now. Splitting you apart on his throbbing cock.Â
Toji was hot and throbbing agonizingly inside you, each little bump bump bump sending white-hot pleasure down your spine.
âAh- are- are you all the way in, daddy?â he hears you whimper, voice tinged with helpless desperation. Huffing out a laugh, Tojiâs greedy gaze catches on the obscene sight of you sucking him up so sinfully below. âNot even close, princess.â
Pushing in shallow, determined little thrusts that have your hot cunt enveloping him deeper and deeper. Cock hardening impossibly at the soft ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth each time he rams into you. If you wanted it so bad, you were going to get all of it. A hoarse groan leaves him as his heavy balls meet your twitching folds, fat tip kissing your cervix - finally bottoming out.Â
Now, Toji knows heâs big - takes pride in it, in fact. But heâs never been more proud of the fact than right now, hungry gaze taking up the way your eyes widen in shock, snug walls clenching down with the struggle to accommodate him.Â
âYou alright, princess?â he taunts, voice thick with satisfaction as he watches your face twist with a mix of pleasure and pain. âCanât your slutty lilâ pussy handle my cock?â Tell me, he as big as me?Â
And, of course, you snap back - because youâre mouthy even when youâre whining around his thick cock. Ah, next time heâs gotta make you choke on it for longer.Â
âFuck you, daddy.â your response is a feral growl, hips desperately trying to fuck back into his. âIf youâre not all talk then fuck me like you want to already.â
Smack!Â
A sharp slap stinging your cheek, you groan in response as absolutely raw, carnal fucking need courses through Tojiâs veins. Intoxicating him. Oh, he was going to ruin you. Grinning cruelly, he utters âThen take it. And donât fucking complain.â
With that, he begins to move. Not easing in, ramming into you with animalistic efficiency. Your ass stinging as each thrust has his hips meeting yours brutally. Tojiâs pretty sure his hips were out of control at this point, high off your teary cries of pain and pleasure. That cluttered studio heady with sex and pure, animalistic desperation.âSâgood- ah! Sâtoo much-â
Smack!
Thereâs no going back now. Toji fucks you in a way that makes you feel so deliciously filthy. Plunging into your heated cunt with no restraint. Thrusts positively savage. Every inch of him fills you, stretching you beyond your limits, and you love every painful second of it.
Vision blurring at the edges, you reach out a hand to grab the armrest for stability. Body jerking with each movement, his bruising grip on your hips the only thing keeping you from being fucked off the sofa.
âWhoâs fucking ruining you like this?â
âYou! Jusâ like that. Fucking ruin me, daddy.â Legs shaking uncontrollably, arching impossibly deeper onto his throbbing cock, you whine each time his length slides in and out of your swollen folds. âHarderâŠplease, harder.â you plead, fucked out.
For perhaps the first time, he obliges, increasing his speed mindlessly. God, you were sure both of you were about to explode any second now.Â
Fucked out of your mind, you barely register the muscled front pressing into you, abs rippling against your back. Large hands snake from your hips, leaving deep, purple marks for you to remember him by.Â
Smack!Â
Another handprint on your ass, as you frantically move your hips to meet Tojiâs unforgiving cadence. Sensing your urgency, one of his hands finds itself on your throbbing clit, drawing methodical, harsh circles on it. Pressing just enough to have you seeing stars being your eyes. And the other - digging into your neck.
Your frantic moans choke in your throat, feeling fucking delirious off both the change in angle and the hand around your throat. Eyes flashing at the lack of air and the blood roaring in your ears - and Toji.Â
âOpen your mouth, princess.â he grows, voice dangerously close to your ears, cock still driving into yours with brutal precision. The intensity of the moment - electric.Â
Mindlessly, you comply, tongue lolling out so lewdly. Thatâs when he does it - without warning, he spits into your open mouth. Once. Twice. Three times.
Steady stream of saliva slightly missing your face - on purpose, you absentmindedly realize - as it dribbles over your kiss-bitten lips and down the side of your face. A marking.Â
âNo one else gets to fuck you like this, princess.â
Hot on your tongue, sliding down to your throat. He tasted of such sin, it made your cunt clamp down hard.
âNow, what do good girls say?â he grits out, through clenched teeth. The absolute insanity in his voice matching the frenzy coiling inside of you.
âThank you, daddy.â
You reach around to capture his lips with yours, nails digging into his neck hard enough to draw blood - a marking of your own. White-hot ropes of pleasure making you gasp into his lips - tender where his cock was unforgiving.
In the lewd haze of the moment youâre dimly aware of Tojiâs body shuddering above you, throbbing cock twitching deeply in your pussy.
âOh, fuck! M-hah- Mâcumming, better take every drop like my good lilâ slut. Fuck.âÂ
You flinch as he groans ragged profanities into your mouth. Tight balls squeezing painfully as he cums with a loud groan of your name. Thick, hot ropes that paint your walls white. Two large arms wrap bruisingly tight around your waist, veins popping out as he crushes you impossibly close to him. Tojiâs hips not giving up their torture on your abused, awaiting cunt, pumping his seed deeper and deeper.Â
Full. You feel so full. And so, so complete.Â
You can feel such an obscene mix of your slick and his cum mapping down your legs every time his hips slam into yours. Dripping onto the cushion, pooling at the sofa in a way so sloppy, you knew youâd have to scour online later for a replacement.
Stomach now feeling uncomfortably inflated and hot, vision blurry, you collapse onto the cushion. The last of your strength leaving you with the orgasm that youâre sure fried your brain. You mewl at both the sensitivity and the sudden emptiness as Toji pulls out with a wet pop!
A rush of cum gushes out of you, drenching both you and the cushion below. Limp and boneless beneath him, you let out a sigh at the heat of his release seeping into your skin.
A soft silence fills the room like a lullaby. Everything feels so heavy. So dizzying and so warm. You barely register the strong hands lifting you gently towards the direction of the bathroom. The only thing on your mind being Toji and what a privilege it was to fall asleep in someoneâs arms. You wouldnât really mind this every nightâŠ
And in the dim lighting of that heady studio, fucked to sleep and covered in sweat and his cum, Toji thinks youâve never looked so beautiful.
His heart lurches as he realizes - in all of Paris, the one sight he wants to look at is you. His pretty popstar.
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âFor the last time. I donât do celebrities, especially not spoiled pretty popstars.â
Undeterred, the blond man leans forward in his chair, his expression indiscernible behind those glasses. âWeâre told youâre the best of the best, even from ex-military. And if moneyâs the issue then Iâll double- no, triple whatever youâre making right now.â
Jaw tightening, skepticism dripped from his words. âAll this for some celebrity drama?âÂ
âFushiguro, weâre talking big people, and even bigger money. And a girlâs life in genuine danger on top of it all,â a hint of desperation creeping into words that cut through the tense air.Â
âGenuine danger, huh?â
Toji runs a hand through his hair, questioning what the fuck he got himself into by opening the door for this human definition of a stick up oneâs ass. Mind racing, eyes darting around the room, they catch yours - twinkling on the glossy cover of some magazine thrown haphazardly on the table.Â
Traitorously, something prickly and uncomfortable settles in his stomach as the words ring in his ears.Â
Genuine danger.Â
Heaving out a sigh, he narrows his eyes at the man currently studying his reaction.Â
âA year. Thatâs it. No more, no less. I donât care if that prima donna princess of yours begs on her knees otherwise.â
But right now, your twinkling gaze set on him, lips curved into a blinding smile as you waltz through Los Angeles International Airport - as much as you could with your entourage - some small, raw part of him thinks he wouldnât mind staying like this for a long, long time.Â
LAX was probably one of your favorite airports. Not because of its size or architecture, but because of the thrumming energy of the opportunity to come. Namely, your Grammy performance.
Eyes slightly heavy, yeah, you were cutting it close - to Nanamiâs ever-graying hair at the stress. But hey - at least no paparazzi tipped off for your unexpected arrival.
You just couldnât resist the temptation to push your departure off for a day. Taking the extra time to wander along the Seine with Toji, talking about everything from your new dance number for next monthâs Madrid show to why Nanami was a masochist for staying in this industry, all the way to Tojiâs military stories that even Hollywood couldnât dream up.Â
The setting sun casting a soft glow on both of your uncanny disguises - your choice of course. A newfound understanding crackling between you two.
And right now, his presence steadfast behind yours as you weave through the bustling terminal, you feel a rush of excitement at finally performing that little project youâd been working on.Â
More specifically what Tojiâs reaction to it would be. Would he love it? Would he hate it? Would he realize just what that inconspicuous voice memo you bothered him into was actually for?Â
But then came the real test: would he realize just who it was for?
The thought made you smirk inwardly. Imagine Tojiâs face when he puts two and two together.Â
Turning around, you catch Tojiâs eye, a mirthful glint dancing in yours. âSo, Toji, ready to witness greatness at the Grammys?â you quip, tone playful as you bump shoulders with him. Of course, the man barely budges.Â
He raises an eyebrow, smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. âAs long as I don't have to wear a tuxedo, princess.â
âAww, and here I was thinking we could match.â you whine. Though a chuckle leaves your lips, âAnd that reminds meâŠâ you trail off as your voice drops to a conspicuous whisper.
Delighting at the playful sigh that leaves his lips as Toji leans down, allowing you to whisper words meant for only him. âYou better reward me after my performance, yâknow. I remember someone saying something about âeating me out till I cryââÂ
âYou wonât be getting any reward if you continue acting like such a slut, princess.â warm breath tickling your ear as he murmurs.Â
âIf the shoe fits.â you bat your lashes, mockingly innocent.Â
âIf the shoe fits then please get into the car. The driverâs here and the team are on their way.â Nanamiâs no-nonsense voice rings out. Already sounding dangerously close to an impending stroke.Â
âYes, mother.â you quip, stifling your laughter as you step outside. Itâs a short walk to your destination, the cool morning breeze greeting you as you head for your waiting car, just stuck behind some slightly-oddly parked blue car.Â
Ah, thatâs LA for you, you chuckle inwardly, walking towards it - that strangely familiar blue car. The one youâve seen a few too many times these past few weeks in the corner of your vision.Â
Strange.
Steps slightly speeding up, a cold sweat trickles down your spine. Unease prickling at the back of your mind, something tells you youâre being watched. And not in the way of paparazzi snapping a stray picture.
Subconsciously, you take a half-glance inside the car - time freezes. Heart immediately lurching into your throat at the sight.
There.Â
The door swings open.Â
A flash of blue hair, one foot out of that dreaded blue car - is him. You donât know how you knew it was him. You donât know how you knew he was there. The only thing being your eyes locked on that glinting knife in his hand. Winking mockingly at you in the morning sun.Â
Gray eyes locked on yours, whirling with chilling maniacal intensity. The cool morning breeze feels icy against your skin as a primal fear claws at your insides once you realize the imminent danger.
Tojiâs trained instincts kick into high gear, eyes locked with his. Positioning himself between you and the assailant, his hand reaches for the weapon concealed beneath his suit jacket. Only for them to stutter in midair as he realizes theyâre still safely stored in his checked luggage. Unreachable.Â
Shit. Clever bastard.
Nanami moves with a swift grace, eyes scanning the surroundings for any nearby law enforcement.Â
Mahitoâs lips curl into a malevolent smirk as he realizes the vulnerability, grip tightening on his knife as he takes a menacing step forward. The air so tense you found it hard to breathe.
âYou.â the words ring venomously, panic surging within you. âYou think youâre so high and mighty, huh?â
âStep back before you do something you regret, you freak.â Tojiâs voice is steady, body poised for action. Eyes locked on every minute tremor of the knife in his hands.
His eyes wide and bloodshot, staring right into Toji - almost as if trying to look at you through him. âLittle princess~â he taunts in an eerie sing-song voice. âWhy did you leave me here all alone, I was lonely, yâknow~ And this gorilla never left you alone, ah what a pain to follow you around. But I did it- of course, I did it for my princess.âÂ
Another step forward.
No one engaged with Mahitoâs delirious rambles. Nanamiâs hand was firm on your shoulder, whispering in your ear to get away. Now.Â
But your mind was stuck on the words that cut through you like a knife - the knife that he was now slicing through the air in jagged, deranged motions. âShe canât leave. She belongs here with me.â
Before anyone can react, Mahito throws himself forward with startling speed. Glinting blade deadly through the air. You stagger backward, the world spinning in a dizzying blur of fear and desperation.
Toji springs into action with lightning speed, body lunging expertly. Hands deflecting the blade with a swift motion. Knife flashing mere millimeters away from his skin.
Yet Mahito continues struggling relentlessly. Each movement calculated and cold. Hand slashing at Toji as he ducks and weaves away, attempting to divert the attack away from you.Â
The grip on your shoulder tightens, âLetâs get away now. While heâs distracted.âÂ
Youâre being pulled away before you know it.Â
Movements sluggish in the air thick with tension and fear. Your body is frozen, ice running through your veins. Nanamiâs urgent hold on your shoulder moving you away.Â
But your eyes remain locked on Toji.
On the way he swiftly tries to find an opening amidst the blur of movement, knife slashing away as if it were a game. You were fighting to look back now, body twisting against the one moving you away. Struggling to follow Tojiâs powerful kick to Mahitoâs midsection. The impact knocking the wind out of him, knife faltering. Yet rage still surging.
Hand coming down down down. Merciless metal meeting skin. Red-hot crimson flashing behind your eyes and staining the ground below Toji as heâs slashed viciously.Â
Itâs in New York that you meet Toji Fushiguro.
Itâs in Los Angeles that you think you might lose him.
The sickening sound of metal against flesh echoing amidst the blood-curdling scream you donât realize you let out.Â
The sound making Mahito falter for the briefest millisecond, a flicker of hesitation flitting across his twisted features.
And itâs all the opening Toji needs.Â
Launching himself at the man, colliding with a bone-jarring impact that has both bodies crashing to the ground.Â
A deadly struggle, and despite Mahitoâs fierce grappling - fueled by pure madness - heâs no match for Tojiâs punishing blows. Every strike clear and calculated, pinning his flailing hands to the ground.
The screech of metal against gravel and distant footsteps ring in your ears, as Toji wrestles the knife from his hands. Glinting metal skidding away.
 For a fleeting moment, the world seems to hold its breath.
âYouâre supposed to be with me.â Mahito's voice pierces through the din, voice hoarse and desperate. âIâm the one whoâs been there for you ever since you stepped foot in that godforsaken agency. Me. Itâs me.â he snarls. Eyes cutting into yours.
Takedown tightening, Toji pins his body tighter against the ground. âYou donât have the right to talk to her, you blue-haired freak. Be grateful weâre in broad daylight and I canât rip you limb from limb for her.â
You release a breath you didnât know you were holding as Tojiâs strained yet still steady voice rings in your ears - in tune with the voices youâre now realizing were surrounding you. As uniform-clad figures rush into your circle of vision, you distinctly realize with a jolt that itâs over.Â
Knees weakening in relief, you feel them hit the gravel. Itâs all over. You feel light-headed - absolutely delirious. Vision blurring with tears and all you can see is red red red.Â
Blood roaring in your ears, you miss Mahitoâs shrieks as heâs restrained and escorted away. The only thing registering in your mind being the warm hand under your arm, pulling you up gently as if you were something so utterly precious.Â
Toji.
âAre you okay, princess? Need me to loosen another one of that bastardâs teeth?â he rumbles slowly, slightly breathless. As you cling onto the words like a lifeline, a fresh wave of tears prick your eyes at his uncharacteristically careful tone.
âAre you okay?â you repeat, words heavy with remorse as you blink at the sight of that stark red against his t-shirt. A deep gash running along his side that left Toji vulnerable in ways you knew he would never openly admit.Â
Seeing your shaken state, he lets out a sigh. Pulling you flush against his chest, careful to avoid his injury. âIâll be fine princess.â he murmurs, quiet words strained and meant for only you, amidst the chaos in the background. You lean into his touch, reveling in the feeling of him being solid and whole and here. With you.
You think you could stay like that forever.Â
Ah, but one canât get everything they want.Â
Nanamiâs voice cuts through the fragile peace with his usual calm authority, âI've spoken with the authorities,â you whirl around to meet his exhausted gaze. âTheyâve assured me that Mahito will be taken into custody, and measures are being put in place to prevent any future incidents.â
Eyes flitting between you and Toji, he continues, voice taking on a much softer tone. âThereâs no need for you to attend the Grammys after all that happened, I understand and will contact them if you wish to stay here.â And with that, Nanami walks away to a nearby police officer, presumably to give a statement - but you knew better, grateful for the moment of privacy heâd given you two.
Right. The Grammys.
Part of you is relieved at the prospect of not having to pretend that everything is fine in front of the flashing cameras and millions of scrutinizing eyes. And the other part, well, you glance up at Toji.Â
Wide eyes meeting those green ones. Unspoken questions swirling between you two like a whirlwind. Is it really over? What does that mean for us? Will you stay?
Please stay.
âI donât want to go,â you confess quietly, voice barely above a whisper. âI want to stay here with you, make sure youâre okay.â
Tojiâs gaze softens, a hint of warmth flickering in his usually steely eyes as he brushes a stray lock of hair from your face. âMy princess worries about me, hm? Iâll be fine.â he reassures, yet words weak from the pain. âGo out there and kill it.â
And in the delicate tension of it all you find it in yourself to arch your eyebrow skeptically, âFine? Youâre bleeding out, Toji. That doesnât exactly scream âfineâ to me.â
âIâve had worse, I promise. Worst case scenario I track that freak down and break his arm.â
You let out a watery laugh as Toji leans down, hot breath fanning your face. His lips brush against yours in a tender kiss. A silent reassurance. But just as quickly as it began, he pulls back with a playful bite to your lower lip.
âNow go. Blow the overpriced silk pants off of all those overrated snobs. Trust me.â
You almost bristle at his words, but that twinkle of fondness in his eyes made all your inhibitions melt away - involuntarily, of course. Throat tight, you give an affirmative nod.Â
Now, Toji always did delight in catching you off guard. But right now, ignoring the fussing EMTs, watching you be hastily ushered away by your team - the words tumble out before he can stop them.Â
âOi, princess.â he calls out, voice carrying over the chaos. âI love ya.â
And as he watched you trip over nothing but thin air, a lightheaded chuckle leaves him - maybe it was the bloodloss, probably it was that adorable look on your face. âSmooth, princess.â he laughs.
As you regain your composure and flip him off, promptly being whisked away by Nanami - who looks two steps into his grave already - Toji canât help but feel a sense of pride swell within him. âThaâs my girl,â he mutters to himself, a rare gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
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âLadies and gentlemen, music aficionados around the world. It is my pleasure to announce our next performance, a star who needs no introduction. Get ready to witness the talent, the charisma, and the sheer audacity of the one, the only-.â
Cameras flashing. Cheers roaring, The anticipation electric as your name echoes through the auditorium, the audienceâs excitement reaching a fever pitch as you take to the stage.
âBuckle up, darlings, because this is âGovernment Hookerâ!â
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âThey donât call you pop royalty for nothing, huh? You're going to take over the charts with that one!â
âGirl, who was that sexyass voice in that song? Drop me his number if you arenât already with him.â
âStunning as usual, huh?â
The whirlwind of congratulations and praise envelop you back at the Grammys afterparty. Your hand throbs from being clutched so tightly, and you canât help but smile at the adrenaline and euphoria thrumming through your veins, washing away most of what happened earlier today. Yeah, you killed it.
But as you navigate through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries and posing for photos, a nagging part of your mind keeps returning to Toji. Red, red to match your gown. He shouldâve been here with you tonight.Â
Nodding and smiling along at the compliments, you find yourself drifting away from the bustling center of the party. Constantly checking your phone for any updates other than Nanamiâs âHeâs alive.â text from a few hours ago.
Ah, there it is.
Finally reaching the exit, goosebumps erupt along your skin as you step out into the chilly night air. Youâre momentarily blinded by the barrage of camera flashes from the waiting paparazzi outside. Their shouts merging into an indistinguishable cacophony.Â
Yet, you push forward, determined to reach your awaiting car.
Just as you approach the curb, a sleek black Rolls-Royce pulls up beside you, tinted windows shielding the figure inside. God, you gotta remember to give Nanami a raise.
Swiftly sliding in, âNanami you wouldnât believe-âÂ
âIâd hope I donât look anything like that walking resignation letter.âÂ
Your eyes widen in disbelief as you turn towards the figure seated beside you, and there he is. Toji.
All signature smirk and twinkling eyes despite the bandages wrapped tightly around his torso.
A gasp leaves as your eyes catch on them, a million thoughts running through your head at once. âWait, what are you even doing here- Youâre hurt, are you even okay- Should we call the ambulance? Those look like-â
âWoah woah, slow down princess. Iâm clearly alive, hm? Why, shouldnât your muse be there to personally pick you up?â he chuckles. âBesides, you killed it out there. That shit was playing was all that every radio was playing for the last hour.â
You canât help but laugh at his teasing tone, relief flooding through you at the sound of his voice. âWell, you are the exception.â Reaching over and gently cupping his cheek, that small scar was rough against your thumb.
Leaning in, bathed in the soft glow of the city lights, you take in the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles, the way his hand rests protectively on your thigh.
âThank you.â you whisper, breath hot against his lips. And though you donât specify for what - both of you know. Both of you understand. Your lips meet his in a lingering kiss, he tastes of mint and the anticipation of something new and freeing.Â
Pulling away slightly, his gaze meets yours with a rare little vulnerability. âAlways, princess.â A raw second of silence.
One. Two. Before a smug smirk curls his lips, hand squeezing your thigh. âNow, I remember someone wanting to be eaten out till she cried as a reward?â
You canât help but roll your eyes, âOh yeah? Right here, right now?â
âThink weâll make the front page, princess?â
âI know so.âÂ
Itâs in New York that you meet Toji Fushiguro.
Itâs right now, giggling amidst the chaos of flashing cameras and forgotten afterparties, that you think you just might love him.
A/N. Actually frothing at the mouth I want him so bad yâall. Also, reader isnât Lady Gaga, I just think the song fit.
Reblogs so, so appreciated.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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Terry and Beloved getting caught having sex at a gala/dinnerâŠ
Oh, dear anon. What makes you think he can get 'caught' doing anything? He'd probably do it in the middle of a secluded, empty lobby (and the secluded and empty parts are merely for beloved's comfort, less for his own, because the concept of shame exists only in theory for him and he maintains it solely for the sake of a social mask and often times, not even for that), this said lobby being still available enough to where anyone can waddle right in, and when they do, Terry doesn't even really stop fucking. Possibly maintains immaculate eye contact until whoever it was that walked in backs off because they're uncomfortable and downright shocked at what they accidentally encountered, because they're, you know, a normal human being? If it is a waiter or a member of catering at said dinner or gala, Terry might just tell them to bring him a drink.
#terry silver#kk3#cobra kai#tw; sex#tw; public sex#tw; semi-public sex#tw; exhibitionism#terry silver x reader#terry silver x beloved
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Kinda đ Prompts || Selectively accepting !
@petalsxfallen sent: [ELEVATOR] sender and receiver are making out in an elevator (Petal for Rick)
Rick had always thought that elevators were dumb. There were plenty of other, less faulty ways to climb along the floors of a building, and quicker ones too. Yet people, for some obscure reason, kept building them, all over the universe. Even the species that were technologically advanced enough to do without them.
There was then another thing, among the many, he hated because of how idiotic they were. Namely, clichés. It made absolutely no sense for them to keep occurring and for the ones involved to react always in the same annoying ways, but they had gotten so rooted in the mentality of the community that, somehow, they happened anyway.
Under other circumstances, getting stuck in an elevator would have drained his patience all in one go and he would have portaled out right away, once he would have been done ranting about the stupidity of it all.
For this one particular time, however, not only he was ready to bear through it, but he couldn't even bring himself to mind. If he had to be honest, he had gotten so distracted by the twist the situation had taken that he had forgotten why he had stepped inside that stupid thing.
The elevator ran along the corner of a skyscraper, it's transparent walls allowing whoever was riding it to see the busy alien city spread all around. It had stopped just a few floors from the ground, not low enough to be too noticeable, but not high enough to make it too hard to see inside it, especially if someone had been looking out of the windows of the surrounding buildings.
Rick was only barely aware of that fact. All his focus was absorbed by the feeling of being pressed against the glass a little too hard for comfort and by the delicious friction that he was getting by rutting against the thigh that Petal had shoved between his legs. His lab coat was already on the floor, together with her jacket, and by the way her hands were tugging at his belt, his trousers might have soon joined them too.
This wasn't how he had expected that trip to go, just as he hadn't anticipated that the Gem's reaction to the announcement that they would have been locked away inside that stupid elevator for at least half an hour would have been slamming in against the wall for an impromptu make out session.
He wasn't going to complain, though. This was far more interesting than whatever he had come there to do in the first place.
With one last, rough suck at the pearl's tongue, Rick broke the heavy, wet kiss they had been engaging in, his spit dripping off both their chins. His teeth sank in her bottom lip, hard enough to hurt, and he pulled at it for a moment, before letting go.
"Y-You know what?" He purred a little out of breath, voice low and husky. His eyes were half-lidded and heated with arousal. "I-I don't know if there's cameras in here, b-but I think that we should give surveillance a-a fuckin' good show to watch. J-Just in case."
His mouth landed on her neck, nipping its way from the corner of her jaw down to her clavicle. His fingers grabbed her ass, tightly and firmly, so that he could press their lower halves even more together.
"An-And also to whoever happens to look up our way." He ran his tongue over the column of her throat, back to her lips. "W-What do you say, baby?"
#[ ic :: c137 Rick ]#&& Petal#[ ᶠ᎔ᎳᎎᔠáŽčᎱ. á¶áŽżáŽŹâ±œáŽ± áŽčᎱ. Ëąá”Ꮏ᎔ᎷᎱ áŽčᎱ. Ꮇ᎔˹˹ áŽčᎱ. ÊžáŽŒá” áŽŹáŽșᎰ ᎔ ᎏᎿᎱ á¶á”á” á¶ áŽżáŽŒáŽč á”ᎎᎱ ˹ᎏáŽčᎱ á¶áŽžáŽŒá”ᎎ :: ÊÉȘáŽáŽ & áŽáŽáŽáŽÊ ]#petalsxfallen#suggestive tw#[[ semi public indecency? hell yeah xD ]]#;; queue
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,, Love Quest ''
Background character male reader x Protagonist oc
Part 1 Part 2
Tw/s: dub-con at the start, dacryphilia, rough sex, semi-public sex, overstimulation, multiple rounds.
In a world where everyone's assigned a role they have to be, you were one of the many unlucky yet common ones to get the role of a background character. One who couldn't even interact with the protagonist if you wanted. The way it works is through the system. There is a system that essentially controls the world. This system can create scenarios, assign roles, etc. This whole world was built by it. Everyone has to obey it, excluding the protagonist themself, that is. Some even say it's possible for the protagonist to control the system itself but, that's just a rumour.
Of course, the role with the most power is the protagonist. Anyone would dream to have that power. To be the protagonist and have everyone fawn for you, throwing themselves at your feet, worshipping your every step. Not only that, his love interest is the best of the best, the prettiest girl you'd ever be able to lay your eyes on, the one you'd never be able to get with if you weren't the protagonist. Just like any other previous protagonist in this world, the current one is an extrovert, River Sterling. He's a perfect guy in every way. He's very well known due to being the protagonist, but also, he is very talented. It's as if there is nothing he can't do. He's even the top 1 on campus. Very rarely is he seen getting anything under an A+. Despite everyone constantly praising him and falling at his feet, he remained humble.
Just like any other day, you enter the building with books in your hands. You had to return these to the professor after borrowing them for a day. No matter how much you studied, you always remained top 2, and because of that, you were annoyed by River. Of course, it's not his fault that he's the protagonist, but you couldn't help but still feel negatively towards him. Going up the many many stairs, you overhear a girl yelling, maybe at a guy? You're not sure what kind of situation it is, but you guess it is a fight between a couple. "You never even spend time with me! Am I not enough!? Destiny binded us together, and yet here you are, doing nothing to please me, your girlfriend!", it sounded like Aria, the protagonist's main love interest. "Aria, well how would I be able to spend time with you when I feel nothing towards you", River says with a nonchalant tone, shocking you a bit, you've never heard him using that tone before. You stop in your tracks, right in front of the door, where you can hear Aria yelling at him. "Y-you...what!?", you can hear Aria say in disbelief. "H-how is that even possible! I'm who you're supposed to be with, I complete you, I'm your other half!", even without being able to see her, you can tell she's tearing up, probably with a red face. Though despite her crying, you don't hear River comforting her. Which is again, very out of character for him.
Next thing you know, you hear a very loud slap accompanied by running sound towards the door. Before you could even react, the door swings white open, a blonde haired girl running out of the room, knocking you down in the process. You stare at the direction she runs to. "Who are you, why did you eavesdrop", you turn back to River, looking down at you, glaring, even. His once gentle eyes seem to be clouded. You don't even recognize him. "[N-Name]", you gulp, you felt as if the man in front of you was going to eat you whole if you said the wrong thing. "[Name]..? I've heard of you, the top 2, right?", he asks in an almost curious but borderline mocking tone. You remain seated on the floor, books scattered everywhere. "Are you not going to explain yourself?", he raises an eyebrow, walking towards you. Taking this as a sign to get the fuck out of there, you quickly grab the books and try to run off, only to have your shirt grabbed by the tall guy.
"Running off are we?", he looks at you with a questiong expression, why would you avoid him, he wont eat you, will he? With the clock ticking, both of you know that soon, this hall will be packed with students, fortunate for you, unfortunate for him. He doesn't want you to go before he can pry some information out of you.
Thinking of a plan, he quickly drags you to the room, shutting the door behind him so you won't be able to run out without him stopping you mid-way. With his hands crossed, he asks you once more, "Why were you eavesdropping?", his tone even more demanding. "I was on my way to the professor's office, I just overheard some things. Can I go now?", you give a quick explanation, wanting to get out of this situation as quick as possible. Though, he wouldn't allow it. "How much did you hear?", "not much, please let me go now," you walk towards the door, turning the door handle only to see it's locked. It shouldn't be. The door can only be locked from the inside, and by the looks of things, River didn't have time to lock the door.
[System: Love Quest]
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And just as the system suddenly appeared in their face, a percentage bar appeared in the corner of the room and it stood tall, at 0%. With one look, the both of you knew what it wanted. "What the fuck!?", you yell, looking at the window and then at the protagonist who clearly isn't phased. He only sighs, rolling his eyes, as if he was annoyed by this notification. "This shit again", he whispers, loud enough for you to overhear on accident. He's gone through this before..? is what you were thinking. You've almost never gotten a window from the system, let alone one with any sexual themes. If River wasn't shocked, that means it's probably a common occurrence for him.
The two of you stare at one another for an uncomfortable period of time. As if time stopped for a moment. "This is getting real annoying", he says, sighing and stepping towards you. You back away until your back is pressed on the door making you unable to escape as he grabs your chin, lifting it up and looking at you. "You'll make do", he says before pressing his lips onto yours. Out of shock, you try to push him off, wanting to yell at him. How could he, a protagonist, be kissing someone like you? You're what others would perceive as not worthy of being in his presence let alone be kissing him. Yet here you are, getting your mouth explored by the man himself. Your eyes were opened from shock but you closed it after a few seconds, wanting to savour this moment. His hand made its way to your cheek. He was very gentle with both his hand and lips, making you lean into his touch. Before long, you felt as if you were running out of breath, how long can he even kiss you for!? Fortunately for you, he let go of the kiss, panting and trying to catch his breath after that incredible make out session. "We're not done yet", he says, pointing out the elephant in the room which is the percentage bar which still stands tall at 0%, no progress has been made, making the room inaccessible from the outside. The doors being magically locked also kept anyone from getting out before the goal was met. You knew you had no other choice but to do this in order to get out, as much as you were annoyed by the guy as a student, you couldn't deny his charm, the way his eyes looked into yours, the way his grazed his thumb over your lips. Who wouldn't fall head over heels for him? Anyone would die to be you at this very moment.
Without any hesitation, you managed to gather the courage to pull him into another kiss, you could feel him smiling into the kiss as he reciprocated. Moving his hands to your hips, trailling down to your clothed butt. Gropping and fondling it before he eventually unzips your pants, letting them slide down to your ankles. Leaving your bottoms almost bare if not for your briefs covering your private part. "Ahm...agh", the both of you moaned into the intense kiss before letting go. "You're a good kisser", you comment, gasping for air once more. He smirks, "of course, I'm not the protagonist for nothing", he chuckles a bit. You felt hands slipping into your briefs, making its way to your ass, gripping it even more now. He really seems to be enjoying gropping you. You felt his fingers move closer and closer to your hole before he inserts a finger into you, causing you to grip his arms in shock. "A-agh..!", you let out a surprised moan, his finger wiggling around, trying to get your hole to relax a bit, "you're so tense, [Name], loosen up a little", his inserted another finger, making you unable to keep your composure no matter how much you try to.
You feel his fingers thrusting into you, as if trying to get you to cum from his fingers alone. His long and slender fingers were quite deep in you. It wasn't long before he added another finger. And now that three fingers are going in and out of your hole, you feel as if you're aboit to reach your climax. You close your eyes, moaning loudly. He took notice to this and immediately stopped his fingers as if knowing you were about to cum. You're now puzzled by his actions, why did he stop? "I don't want you cumming from just my fingers, that wouldn't be fun now would it?", you then hear the sound of pants unzipping, realizing it was from him. He pulled his hard cock out of his briefs. You stared at it for a while before he snapped you back to reality, "eyes up here, angel", he teased, giving you a pet name while he was at it. "What? Have you never seen a cock this big?", you definitely haven't. It wasn't just long, just looking at the girth of it made you shiver a bit, how will that even fit. It was befitting of a protagonist, he's perfect in every way, even in his physical attributes. "Enough staring, angel", he says as he suddenly picks your legs up. You instinctively put your arms around him tightly so you don't end up falling, "hey!", you yell, this wasn't a pleasant surprise, you could've fallen, "relax, you're quite light", he is very strong afterall, he's joined almost every single sport available at this point.
You decide to put your trust in him, he's able to hold you up for over a minute now, there's no way he'll suddenly drop you, that'd ruin the moment on top of you getting hurt. After the shock wore off, you notice something poking at your hole, "hm..?", you let out a hum of confusion, turning your head down only to see his cock at your entrance, wanting to be inside you. "Are you ready to be filled up like you've never had before?", the now cocky-like protagonist asks with a slight chuckle at the end. You nod and immediately feel his cock thrust up inside of you, almost halfway in already. He grunts at how tight you are despite him having prepared your sweet little hole for his cock beforehand. Trying his best to get his cock all the way into your hole as you moan out in pain and pleasure, "relax why don't you?", he gives a teasing smile. Leaning in for a kiss, he manages to get you to relax and without another word, thrusts the rest of his cock into you, shocking you once more. You accidentally bite his lip in the process, drawing a bit of blood. "Agh!", he pulls back, tapping his finger on his lip and seeing that blood is coming out of the wound. He focuses on you once more, as if signifying he's about to move. You give a slight nod and he starts to thrust in and out of you, slowly and sensually at first. "You're really warm inside", he comments while thrusting into you, looking into your eyes as you manage to keep them open.
After a while of the sensual and slow fucking, he gets tired of it, wanting to thrust into you quicker. And so, he does as he wants. Thrusting into you quicker this time, rougher. You close your eyes and tighten the grip on his upper back, scratching his skin through his shirt. Your moans are no longer considered quiet, you're full on moaning your head out. That was before you realized the bell had rung, students were on their way to class and they'd pass by this specific room. You bite your lip in order to muffle out the moans, keeping it somewhat quiet in order to not get caught. River on the other hand, didn't like this one bit. He wants to hear your delicious and sweet moans, you should let them out for him to hear. "Stop biting your lip, angel, let me hear you", something in his voice made you want to obey his words, and for some reason, you find yourself no longer biting your lip, now you're just letting it all out, moaning and crying out for him.
The faster he went, the more you felt like you were about to reach your climax. He also seemed to be close. The both of you sweating, moaning, grunting. "I'm, agh, gonna cum...!", he says as he shoots his load all in you, coating your inner walls with his seed, some even dripping out. At that moment, you also came, releasing your juice all over your stomach. With the two of you now panting and gasping for air, River carries you to a nearby table, letting the two of you rest for a while. Just then, the door swings wide open, "Who the fuck was making all that noise!?", a teacher yells into the room, seemingly staring straight at them. The teacher looks around in confusion, "huh...I was so sure there was someone here...", He then turns his heels and walks back out, closing the doors on his way. You who were covering your face due to this, looked in the direction the teacher was in confusion, "did..he not see us..?", you ask River, to which he replies, "the system did that, probably", as if the system heard the man, it dings and the both of you turn your heads towards the bar of percentage now sitting at a solid 30%, "huh? 30%?", you say out loud in even more confusion, "it wants us to have sex and get it up to 100%", River says without missing a beat, "ready for round two?"
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"Agh..! To..oo big, ahghh...", you try to say in-between moans, overstimulated by his cock and the way he bites your nipples. "You're taking me so well", at least he's enjoying it, a lot. You even wonder if he has an infinite stamina, but of course your thoughts were drowned by the time he came in you for the third time. How many rounds has it even been? The bar has been stuck at 99% for so long, when will this end..You're so overstimulated at this point, River's cock has been relentlessly fucking you dumb. You can't even think anymore, nor can you let out any coherent words. It's been at least a couple of hours since the both of you started this, why hasn't it ended. Your cheeks are wet, wet from the tears which had been and are still rolling down your face. He loves witnessing your debauchery. Your clothes have been discarded to the side by now, you don't know where but they're on the floor somewhere. His thrusts get faster and faster, you didn't even know he could go this fast but here he is, fucking you with inhuman speed. "C'mon..ah..come with me, my angel...agh", he moans and grunts while saying this. Then his thrusts stop and you feel even more liquid filling your already over-filled hole, making it impossible to be kept inside and most of it dripping out your hole and onto the floor which has a pool of both yours and his cum. At that very moment, you feel your whole body give out as your vision blurs until you eventually black out.
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What happened in the room stayed in the room. Your life went on as usual, the normal schedule. Though, one thing has definitely changed. That is the fact that you are now dating the protagonist despite still having the role of a 'background character' . Everyone was shocked but learned to accept it. Who are they to defy the protagonist's wishes? One person in particular wasn't happy about this. None other than his ex, Aria. Everyone saw that coming from a mile away, though, so nobody paid her any mind. After that, River took any and every class you took. Science? You'd see him sit there with an empty seat next to him, looking up at you and asking with a big smile, "come! Sit here, angel!", while patting the seat next to him to signal for you to sit. PE? He'd always get you into his team no matter what. No matter how bad the other team wanted you on theirs, they'd never have you as you now belong to River. Being in the same class as you had its advantages. That is, being able to fuck you in class without anyone noticing. To be frank, the both of you found it out on accident. It was during class when the both of you got a new love quest. You thought of leaving the class to finish but the system didn't let you. It wanted the both of you to do it at that very moment. When he took the initiative and pulled your shirt up to bite your nipples, not a single student nor the teacher had any reaction, it was as if the both of you were protected by an invisible bubble that allowed the quest to take place. That, combined with the fact the teacher couldn't see the both of you the first time, confirmed your suspicions that they were indeed unable to see you.
From that day forward, the two of you almost always got a love quest every single day of school. The session would last at least 2 hours, leaving both of you a hot sweaty mess once it was over and done with. You'd always be embarrassed and extra tight during these. The way you felt eyes on you, it was as if they could see you, but in reality, they really can't. You'd tighten up at the thought of them watching you, making River grunt even more due to your tightness. He'd smirk and ram even harder into you once this happens. "Naughty boy, you get off to the thought of people watching, huh?", he'd always tease you. These love quests would be random, though. Despite it happening every day, the two of you could never predict when it'd occur. It could be very early in the morning, in class, or even during an activity. It was always random, so why would you always see River getting hard even before the love quest appear...? It's probably nothing. You're just paranoid.
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Apologies for the wait. My schedule's been real hectic lately. This is not proofread, so please excuse the probably many mistakes/typos!
I hope you enjoyed it! If you have any questions/reqs, please do send them my way!<3
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hitting it raw!
â letting wind breaker boys hit it raw for the first time (wc: 4.3k)
sakura haruka, suo hayato, togame jo, kaji ren, umemiya hajime (separate) x fem reader
contains explicit nsfw content, minors do not interact
tw: creampie, hair pulling, oral (m and f receiving), overstimulation, cum swallowing, squirting, pet names (baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl, angel), dacryphillia, toys (vibrator), light choking, semi-public sex (restaurant bathroom), unprotected sex, size difference, belly bulge, mentions of birth control pills
sakura haruka (wc: 0.8k)
âž» oral (m receiving), hair pulling, cum swallowing, unprotected sex
âdonât-â sakura grunted, hips jolting up as you took him deeper into your mouth. he reached down blindly, hands finding your hair and tugging hard in an attempt to pull you off him.
you moaned at the feeling instead, the vibrations causing him to jerk up into you again. one hand came up to squeeze his balls as you eased the rest of his cock down your throat, stopping only when your nose was nestled in the hair at the base of his length. he opened his eyes to the sight of you blinking up at him prettily, and the image alone had him coming undone.
his breath hitched, groans echoing from above you. he threw his head back and brought an arm up to cover his eyes as thick ropes of cum shot down your throat.
you released his dick with a loud pop!, grinning up at him from your kneeling position between his legs. you opened wide, tongue lolling out to show not a single drop of cum after swallowing the load he released in your mouth.
âiââ sakura swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to even out his breathing. âi told you not to swallowâŠâ he grumbled, willing his head to lean forward so he could get a better look at your face. his other hand remained in your hair, smoothing down the pieces that stuck up. you kissed his tip gently, giggling when his hips jerked at the movement.
âyouâre still hard,â you noted, resting your head on his thigh, palm cushioning your cheek. âwanna go again or need a break?â
sakuraâs ears flushed red, brows scrunching together in embarrassment. âyou havenât cum yet,â he scowled. you grinned at his response, finding how angry and sensitive he gets post-nut cute. you let him know as much, and watched as the rest of his face heated up. âjustâgive me a second. canât feel my damn legs.â
âi can go on top,â you offered, not waiting for a response and shimmying your bottoms down your legs. sakuraâs eyes zeroed in on the wet spot on your panties, mouth instantly going dry.
he stared in wonder at the string of slick connecting your underwear to your core, mind going numb at the way you straddled his lap. your fingers made quick work of stretching yourself out, and he felt himself grow harder, if possible. his eyes locked onto your hand, following your movement until you held your slick-coated fingers up to his face. almost unconsciously, he opened his mouth and whimpered at your taste.
deeming yourself ready, you lined up sakuraâs cock to your entrance, giggling to yourself at the way his eyes seemed to roll to the back of his head.
âwait, grab aâoh, fuck,â he grunted out at the feeling of your wet heat enveloping his bare cock. you sunk down slowly, pausing every few seconds to let yourself adjust to his size. âget offââm not wearing a condom.â
you ignored him, eyes focused on the way your hole sucked him in. sakuraâs hands found their way to your waist, squeezing in warning at the way you rut your hips against his.
âoh, you like it raw, huh?â you teased, gasping when the blunt head of his cock nudged the sensitive spot inside you. you continued moving slowly, opting to circle your hips over bouncing on his cock.
suddenly, you found yourself on your back on the floor, the buttons of your forgotten skirt digging uncomfortably into your shoulder. sakura hovered over you, arms shaking in exertion and breaths coming out in heavy pants. the way you were grinding on him almost sent him over the edge, balls tightening at the way your tits moved over him. he couldnât help the way he manhandled you, any more and he wouldâve came in seconds.
âwait,â he breathed out, forehead leaning down to rest on your collarbones. you felt so tight and wet, pussy squeezing him in a vice grip. your arms circled his neck, fingers playing with the hair at his nape, tugging slightly at his lack of movement.
âi said iâd go on top,â you complained, lifting your hips up in an attempt to get some sort of friction from sakuraâs still body.
âand i said wait,â he repeated, body slowly beginning to move against yours. you let out a small moan at the feeling of his cock dragging through your walls, trailing off into a high pitched gasp at the feeling of his fingers on your clit. âacting like no condom wasnât a big deal,â he growled out, hips snapping roughly against yours. you squealed at a particularly rough thrust, fingers tightening in his hair as you pulled.
âfeels good, doesnât it, haru?â you cooed out, clenching as hard as you could. his thrusts stuttered, a hand coming up to steady himself against you.
âenough,â he breathed against your neck. âlet me make you feel good too.â
suo hayato (wc: 0.9k)
âž» edging, hair pulling, toys (vibrator), dacryphillia, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl)
you thought you knew better than to accept any kind of challenge or proposal from your boyfriend, knowing that every idea that ever left his head was usually for his own benefit. but for once, you were determined to win a bet.
for the past what felt like hours, you had been trapped under suo, writhing as he held a vibrator to your clit and his tongue explored inside you.
the promise of raw sex on the condition that you donât cum had you holding on to your last shred of sanity, eyes clouded over but focused on a shadow on the ceiling. youâre sure the bedsheets were soaked underneath you, the slick feeling of your juices running down your thighs and almost to your knees.
âfive more minutes,â suo mused from between your legs, the bottom half of his face shining, covered in your slick. âyouâre doing better than i expected, arenât you?â
you whimpered in response, knowing that not responding at all would have suo doing everything he could to make you cum. he grinned at the sound, diving back into you and clicking the vibrator to a higher setting. your body jerked up, but the one hand holding your hip kept you from jolting into suoâs mouth.
âuh-uh,â he tutted, pulling away from you. you whined at the loss of contact, but made sure to keep your hips planted firmly on the bed. if you even attempted to chase after his fingers or mouth, youâre sure he wouldâve edged you for a few more hours. âyou were so close, there. what a shame.â
suo made quick work of flipping you over, chuckling at the hazy look in your eyes. you hardly noticed the way he manhandled you, head reeling from the orgasm he ripped away from you. but the familiar rip of foil behind you brought you back to reality, head whipping back to stare at suo holding a condom.
âhayatoâŠâ you whined, tears lining your eyes. âbut you promised you wouldnâtâŠâ he had you bent over, one hand running up and down your side while the other held your wrists together behind your back.
âi donât know, sweetheart,â suo teased from behind you, the hand caressing you paused to pinch your skin. âyou also said you wouldnât move at all.â
âi didnât! p-please,â you hiccuped, tears already streaming down your face and smudging your mascara. âdidnât cum at all⊠promised i wouldnât.â
you felt a hand come up to gently swipe underneath your eyes, unaware of the way suoâs pants tightened at the sight of your tears.
âi know,â he said simply. âif i wanted you to cum, you wouldâve. try again and ask nicely.â
âwanna cum on your cock,â you choked out, words garbled with the steady stream of tears. âplease donât use itâŠâ your voice trailed off into light sobs, eyes focused on the condom and hands attempting to break out of his hold.
âthat wasnât hard, was it?â suo relented, taking pity on you. he slipped the open packet into one of your hands, relishing in the way you crumpled it in your grip and the dopey smile that appeared on your face.
the sound of his zipper already had you salivating. he still held your hands together behind your back, so you could only imagine what he was doing to finally free his aching cock.
you could feel him behind you, his leaking tip lining up at your entrance and thrusting in in one smooth movement. the high youâve been chasing for the past hour finally came when he bottomed out, cock nudging at your cervix. your head fell forward, mouth dropping into a soundless scream while your pussy fluttered and squeezed around his dick.
he released your hands in order to hover himself over you fully, your own following to grip his wrists loosely.
âlook at thatâŠâ you heard him mutter lowly, breath fanning across your shoulder. âyouâre making a mess on my bed, pretty girl. i barely stuffed you and you already came.â
you pressed your cheek into the sheets, trying to catch your breath as you lay still for a moment. you gasped at the feeling of your head being lifted, suoâs hand buried into your hair as he turned you to face him.
âyou want more?â he asked, pulling his hips all the way back until only the tip remained in you, before slamming all the way back in, balls hitting your clit in the perfect spot. your head fell slack again, drool dribbling from the corner of your mouth at the feeling. suo repeated his ministrations, snapping his hips into yours and leaning over to get a better look at your fucked out expression. âi asked a question.â
âwanâ moreâŠâ you slurred out, tongue lolling out as suo subtly angled his hips to hit the sensitive spot inside you. âwant yâre cum insideâŠâ
he stilled at that, dropping your hair and pushing your face into the bed. out of the corner of your eye, you could see the hand supporting himself grip onto the sheets tighter, knuckles almost turning white.
âbetter make sure you donât regret that then, sweetheart.â
togame jo (wc: 0.8k)
âž» overstimulation, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, pet names (baby, doll)
âyâlook so pretty like this, baby,â togame whispered into your thigh, teeth lightly grazing over the sensitive skin. his eyes locked onto your glistening folds and he grinned, lightly blowing air on your sensitive clit. you jolted under the movement, a small whimper escaping from your lips.
âjo,â you hiccuped, spent from the previous orgasms he pulled out of you. you wriggled under his grasp, hands reaching down to tug his hair, a sad attempt of getting him to face you properly. âwant youâŠâ
taking pity on you, togame lifted himself up and hovered over you, arms caging you in as he pressed a light kiss to your lips. his cock slid against your core, blunt head occasionally catching your clit. you moaned softly, hips bucking against his in an attempt to create more friction.
âyou already have me,â he grunted, eyes locked on to where you touched, entranced with the way your juices soaked his cock.
âwant more,â you whined, hands coming up to dig into his shoulders. he hissed at the way your acrylics dug into his skin, already anticipating the marks youâd leave behind. not that he minded, though. âwant you inside,â you moaned, legs moving to wrap around his waist and lock him in place.
he hissed at the feeling of your pussy pressing his cock to his abdomen, a big hand coming in between your bodies to press you down against the bed. he ignored the whimper you made at the loss of contact, instead leaning down and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. âcanât today, baby. weâre out of condoms,â he whispered against your lips once he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you.
âdonât care, i wanna feel you,â you whispered back, turning your head slightly to press light butterfly kisses to his face.
togame short circuited at your words, thoughts of your pussy dripping with his cum instantly plaguing his mind. his hips stuttered against yours before halting completely, cock pressing directly against your clit.
âdonât say that,â he groaned, head falling forward to rest against yours. âcanât control myself if you say shit like that.â
you squirmed under his weight, hands weakly pushing at his shoulders to get him to look at you. you couldnât push him even if you tried, but you looked so pretty trying to get his attention that he lifted himself up anyway.
âwhy not?â you blinked up at him, tears of frustration gathering in your waterline.
togame groaned again, simultaneously feeling turned on and guilty at the thought of you crying. âdonât think i can pull out, baby.â
âwho cares?â you pouted, a few tears escaping and trailing down your cheek. âcanât you just cum inside?â
he shuddered at your words, cock somehow getting bigger. he could never say no to you. âyou sure?â
you nodded, still hiccuping from the tears while your hands looped around his neck. âwant you inside now.â
togame couldnât control himself any longer, the image of your spent pussy pushing out his seed plagued his mind. instantly, he had your legs tossed over his shoulders and sheathed himself inside you in one thrust.
you squealed at the intrusion, the new position allowing him to reach deeper than he usually does. the lack of protection between you had you feeling extra sensitive, the vein on the underside of his cock dragging against your entrance every time he thrusted in.
âyouâre so wet,â he groaned, throwing his head back. your pussy fluttered at his deep voice, walls clamping down on him. âfuck, did you just get tighter? donâtâdonât squeeze me like that, baby.â
ââs deep,â you slurred, mouth falling open when he tapped them. you closed your lips around the three fingers he gave you, moaning and salivating at the feeling of two holes being stuffed.
his other hand was positioned between you, heavy thumb resting on your clit, pressing extra hard when he thrusted back inside you. in no time, you felt your nth orgasm approaching, but this one felt a little different than the ones from earlier.
âwait! âs too much!â you moaned out, eyes snapping open and hands situating themselves on togameâs abdomen as you tried to push him away. âyâre too big, feels funny!â
he angled his hips slightly, rutting against the sensitive spot inside you as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. the pressure of his cock dragging along your walls and his thumb on your clit had you seeing stars. your orgasm came crashing down on you, pussy forcing togameâs cock out of you as you gushed, juices covering his abdomen.
âshit, youâre so messy,â he groaned, watching in awe at the mess you made. he spread your legs again, easing himself back inside your fluttering hole. your body shook at the overstimulation, whining at the feeling of his cock filling you again
âyou said you wanted to feel me, doll,â togame said, pausing to lick a long stripe up your ear. âstay nice and still for me, âkay? weâre not done til your pretty cuntâs filled with my cum.â
kaji ren (wc: 1.1k)
âž» semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of birth control pills
âcut it out,â kaji hissed, one hand coming up to squeeze your jaw as a warning while the other tried to stop your fingers from undoing his pants zipper. the two of you squeezed in on the same side of a booth in some family restaurant downtown, but the sight of him punching a creep who tried hitting on you earlier had you squirming and squeezing your thighs together the whole walk there.
âyâre really trying to do this now?â he muttered in disbelief, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
âbut you looked so good earlier,â you mumbled out, cheeks still squished together. âwe havenât fucked in, like, a week. missed your dick.â
an audible crunch echoed in the area, you tilted your head up slightly and watched as he swallowed thickly before spitting out the stick of his lollipop on the table.
âyou keep doing this shit,â he groaned, ears turning red. âcouldnâtâve waited til we got home? fucksake,â despite his words, kaji adjusted his grip from your hand to your wrist, roughly pulling you up and dragging you to the restroom in the back, weaving through tables, over stray bags and a few legs sticking out.
he pushed the bathroom door open unceremoniously, eyes doing a quick sweep of the area before he turned to you for approval. âclean enough?â
your heart swelled at the consideration and you had half the mind to actually start swooning. instead, you pressed yourself into his back, smiling at his behavior before nodding. âmhm. youâre so cute.â
you could feel him stiffen in front of you, grip on your wrist tightening enough to hurt, before he slammed you against the closed door. his lips attached to yours, tongue forcing your lips open as a hand snaked down to your other lips.
he paused his movement eyes widening at what he felt under your skirt. âwhy are you wearing this shitâŠ?â he mumbled, feeling lace and a concerning amount of fabricâbarely any, to be exact.
âalways wanna look my best for you,â you batted your eyes at him, grinning at the way his jaw clenched. the smile slipped off your face at the rip that echoed off the walls. you looked down to see half your panties in kajiâs hand and the other half slowly fluttering down to the floor. you gaped at the sight, jaw dropping in disbelief that your boyfriend actually ripped your underwear.
he ignored you, dropping down to his knees and lifting your skirt up. his eyes were situated on your leaky hole, mesmerized by the juices that were slowly trailing down your thigh.
âdonât have time to stretch you out properly. câyou handle it?â he asked, two fingers already prodding at your entrance. your knees buckled, arms flailing out to catch yourself on the wall to your left.
âsâokay, twoâs enough,â you gasped out, feeling him press against the spongy spot inside you. âdâyou have a condom? didnât put a new one after last time.â
it was silent for a second, the squelching from between your legs pausing as kaji patted himself down for his wallet.
âdidnât bring it,â he grumbled. âshoulda waited til we got home.â
you felt your disappointment rise, even more so when kaji stood up and zipped his pants back up.
âwait, actually, canât we go without it?â you proposed, instantly feeling defensive at kajiâs frown. ââs not like iâm gonna get pregnant.â
his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.
âgot on the pill last month. canât you just fuck me now?â
kaji swore under his breath, muttering to himself about how demanding you were, but the bulge in his pants was more than obvious to how he felt.
âkeep your mouth shut, got it?â he asked, arms looping under your thighs to hoist you up and set you against the sink counter. you gripped onto his shoulders, pressing a kiss into his cheek at the motion.
âyouâre the best!â you sang into his ear.
âshut up,â he mumbled, wrestling with his boxers to pull his cock out as you flipped your skirt up. âcanât believe the first time iâm fucking you rawâs in a public bathroom.â
âcanât believe youâre fucking me in a public bathroom,â you countered, gasping when you felt his cock nudge at your entrance.
âyou were the one getting handsy out there, i donât wanna hear shit from you,â and with one swift movement, kaji bottomed out completely.
you let out a loud moan at the feeling, your pussy struggling to take him in due to the lack of prep, walls stretching uncomfortably around his length. âkeep going,â you whined when his hips instantly stilled.
âi told you to keep quiet.â
âsorry, ren,â you breathed out, head resting on his shoulder. âbeen a while. yâfeel bigger than usual.â
his grip on your thigh tightened, probably enough to leave hand-shaped bruises. kaji started rutting into you, not fully pulling out but enough for you to start getting used to his size. one of his hands found your clit, causing you to squeal and jerk forward into him. he stopped moving again, his other hand coming up to snake around your neck and squeeze.
âkeep your mouth shut,â he rasped, sweat gathering along his forehead and dripping down his neck. he breathed out onto your neck, an attempt at grounding himself.
âyou gonna cum? two pump chump?â you teased, breath hitching at the new angle he was thrusting at.
âshut up. yâre fucking tight. âm never using a condom again,â he grunted out, panting right below your ear.
his praise went straight to your core, coupled with his strong thrusts and messy circles on your clit, your orgasm crashed down on you. you couldnât help the moan that ripped its way past your lips, breath getting caught when kaji warningly squeezed your neck.
the lack of oxygen made you dizzy, walls clamping down on kaji at the stimulation. his thrusts became more erratic, cock slamming into you as he shot his load inside. his thrusts slowed as your cunt milked him of the last of his cum, your body twitching from the way he used your body.
âcanât believe you ripped my underwear,â you grumbled, standing up awkwardly in an attempt to keep kajiâs cum inside you. âyou owe me a new pair.â
his hands came up to stabilize you, letting you lean into him as you caught your breath. a drop of his cum dripped out of you directly onto the bathroom floor. his eyes locked onto it, trailing up until they landed at the mixture of his and your cum leaking out of you.
shit, was he hard again?
âshut up,â he growled, face heating up. your ripped panties secured in his jacket pocket. âbe grateful i didnât plug you with that shit.â
umemiya hajime (wc: 0.7k)
âž» size difference, belly bulge, unprotected sex (good girl, angel, pretty girl)
umemiya always thought you were pretty, but something about you in this position, spread out for him, had his heart swelling a little more than usual.
âwhere do you want me?â he breathed out, gently nosing your cheek and chuckling at the way you murmured his name. his fingers gently traced your folds, relishing in the way your body jerked at his touch.
ââdun care,â you sniffled, tears pooling in your eyes. âjusâ want you, haji.â
umemiyaâs jaw clenched at the admission, and he couldnât help the way he ground his clothed dick against your exposed core. the friction of his jeans causing you to cry out and grip onto his shoulders.
âtake âem off,â you whined, one hand snaking down to paw at his belt. ââŠplease.â
âtell me where you want me first, pretty girl,â he cooed, pants getting impossibly tighter at the way you opened your eyes and peered innocently up at him.
âwant you everywhere,â you admitted, hands coming up to cover your face as your cheeks heated up.
ume let out a curse under his breath, breath hitching at how cute you were being. you were laid bare for him, everything stripped from your body and multiple orgasms drawn out by him and you still felt shy.
âgood girl,â he groaned, hands reaching down to finally remove his pants. despite your previous embarrassment, you sat up and laid your hands over his own, wanting to help him undress.
âwanna help you feel good, too,â you murmured shyly, cheeks heating up. umemiya had to stop himself from throwing his head back and groaning at the sight of you in front of him. âcan i?â
ânext time, angel,â he choked out, gently pushing you to lay back as he hovered over you. âlet me feel you first, yeah?â
he lowered himself, pressing gentle kisses to your face as he began rutting against you, cock sliding messily through your folds. âfeels bigâŠâ you muttered, pupils dilating the longer you stared at the man on top of you. âcan it fit?â
ume felt himself get harder, if that was even possible, at your innocent tone. your teary eyes staring up at him tugged on his heart as he dropped down again to press a deep kiss to your lips.
âiâll fit,â heâs confident. with how good youâve been for him all night how could he not be? âtrust me and iâll take care of you, pretty girl.â
you clenched around nothing at the name, pussy already leaking all over his cock. âi trust you, haji,â you whispered out.
âopen wide and relax fâme, okay?â his hands pushed your thighs further apart, pussy now on full display. his eyes locked onto your glistening hole, tongue darting out to wet his lips at the sight.
umemiya slowly started to ease himself in, holding himself back from thrusting in completely. the way your walls were stretching to fit him had him dizzy, head spinning from the grip you had on his cock. and the noises you made were downright sinful, whimpers and moans escaping your lips, your hand clamped over your mouth to muffle the soundsâoh, thatâs no good.
âdonât hide,â he grunted out, gently bringing your hand down. âi wanna hear those pretty noises.â
he pushed in as much as he could, cock drenched in your juices until he met resistance a little more than halfway in. you squealed at the feeling, head thrown back and back arched as he filled you.
âitâs too much!â you cried out suddenly, walls seizing against him. he pressed a hand to your belly, eyes widening at the bulge he felt and saw peeking through your skin.
umemiya leaned down to press another kiss to your lips, peppering your face in them as a few tears escapes your eyes.
âyou can take it,â he encouraged, groaning at the way you tightened around him. he eased the rest of his length into your heat, smiling at the way he completely disappeared inside you. âgood girlâlike that.â
he circled a finger lightly around your clit, not expecting it to throw you over the edge. you let out a high pitched moan, head thrashing and nails scratching down his arms as an orgasm washed over you. your walls squeezed him tighter, almost sucking him in.
âyou already came, angel?â he asked, breathless from how tight you held on to him. âlet me see you do that one more time.â
note: big fat thank u to anyone who made it to the end, hugs for u! kajiâs section being the longest⊠yeah drinking my clown juice rn. lmk ur thoughts!
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They Help You Practice
Task Force 141 asks you to be the bait for a secret assignment. So, they make you audition for the role. You end up getting gangbanged by the whole team and loving it!
TW: gangbang, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, gay sex, degradation, explicitly consensual, spit? please check AO3 link at bottom for full tag list
You let yourself into his office, shutting the door behind you, and stood before him at a sharp parade rest, waiting to be informed about your fate.Â
âSergeant, thank you for coming. There is no need for formalities. This is just a chat.â
You moved to a more relaxed rest and nodded.Â
Price continued,
âThis is going to be quite the ask. Would you be willing to perform duties which areâŠoutside of your current scope?â
âYes, sir,â you responded just as you should have, as you were trained to, but Price was hoping you would understand exactly what you would be getting yourself into.Â
âI need you to go undercover to a Konni restaurant cover in MinskâŠas bait. Am I making myself clear?â
A pause. But, to your credit, you didnât flinch. You did raise an eyebrow and ask a clarifying query,
âWhat kind of bait, sir?â
âOur next target, Dimitri Sokolov, will be at the Black Pearl bar in Minsk tomorrow, and we wonât get a better chance to lure him away from his bodyguards. He almost never makes public appearances, so he must be making an exception. Sokolov has,â he paused for a moment, trying to find the words, making general, suggestive motions over his own chest, âparticular tastes in his women. You just so happen to have the right profile for the job. Again, this is not an order, Sergeant. I need to know if youâre willing to accept.â
âYes, sir,â you tried to appear fully in control. You knew your breasts were large, but you had never been asked to use them as a weapon. There was a first time for everything, you supposed. You would do anything to help the team.
The captain loved your composure. He knew you would be perfect for the job.Â
âGood. Let's brief the team.â
Price walked with you down to the meeting room at the end of the hall and found Soap, Ghost, and Gaz sitting in the desk chairs every way except the way they were designed, lounging over the furniture like big cats, melting into the various surfaces they encountered. They fixed themselves when the captain walked in.Â
âGentlemen,â Price opened, âthis is our bait. Her code name is Rabbit. Rabbit, this is Soap, Ghost, and Gaz.â
You nodded politely and resumed a semi-formal rest position.Â
The men had noticed you around the base but hadnât been formally introduced. You were a desk rider, but still, you were hard to miss. The baggy military clothing had almost managed to conceal a bounty of soft curves, but your lush body persisted beneath it, and the outlines of your feminine form made heinous suggestions in the fabric. Unfortunately for them, you didnât hang around the gym or the common area enough for them to have generated a fully accurate image of your enticing body, but they were certain it was delicious. They watched you like peckish wolves. Waiting hungrily, shifting in their seats in anticipation. For what, you werenât sure.
âRabbit is going undercover for us to take down Sokolov, Vladimir Makarovâs new shipping controller. He has a particular penchant for,â Price paused just long enough for anyone to understand his true meaning, âcertain types of women. Rabbit fits the mold, so all she needs is the gear and the training.â
Price cut open three large cardboard boxes to reveal slinky dresses and a number of questionable garments.Â
âIâll need to try them on,â you offered, âDo you want me to get changed, Captain?â
âSounds good. Come back in when youâre all set,â he smiled, enjoying the view as you left the room.Â
Ghost crossed his arms, clearly with quite a mouthful to share and but refusing to. Gaz stared down at the knife he was playing with, bashful. But Soap would not be cowed, and as soon as you left, he said,
âFeeding her to the sharks like bait, Captain? I dinnae ken any of us was so expendable.â
âSoap,â Price warned, âthe sergeant is more than capable of handling -â
âI wasnae askinâ about the lassieâs capabilities. Send her in to slit his throat with a knife in her hand, for all I care. But to send her in unguarded, unarmed? No. Itâs not right,â Soap crossed his arms.Â
âHeâs got a point, Captain. Why take the risk of losing an operative?â Ghost spoke coldly.Â
Price furrowed his brow at their short-sightedness,
âAnd do what, exactly? Have the Russians scurry back underground at the first hint of an assassination attempt? Weâve failed that mission three times, boys. Iâll not have this go south again.â
âIâm sure she is capable, Captain. But, is Rabbit committed to this plan?â Gaz asked.Â
âSure,â Price tried to sound reassuring, âwe spoke in my office. She agreed to come down here. Besides, sheâll have you three as backup. You wonât let anything happen to her.â
Gaz did not seem convinced. All three soldiers wore a scowl on their faces, and even though Ghostâs was obscured by his mask, his body language communicated his displeasure. Price carefully ashed his cigar to renew the glowing tip, taking a long drag while they waited for you to return.Â
You were back without too much of a delay, but when you walked in, your colleagues were visibly stunned. They didnât recognize you at first. A short black dress had replaced your camouflage fatigues, showing off miles and miles of smooth, shining skin. Your thick thighs stretched the silky fabric, and your ass threatened to escape from the edge of the dress with every step you took. Your new heels clacked sharply against the cold concrete, making your legs flex and tense, showing off your well-formed musculature. You did not miss squat day very often, apparently.
But, the assets you were trying to use for this particular mission were the real stars of the show. Your heavy breasts battled against the low dip of the dress, providing a deep display of cleavage, hinting at pink perky nipples hidden just below the line of the black silk. Your tits jiggled as you struck the floor with each careful step, making the room full of men breathe a little heavier at the sight.Â
Soapâs big mouth betrayed them all,
âChrist in Heaven. There you are, bonnie.â
Ghost backhanded him hard on the shoulder. Price glowered.
You had put on a little more makeup than might be socially acceptable in an office setting, making the suggestive outfit complete. Finally, as you stood at the head of the meeting table, you took out your task force regulation braid and pulled your fingers through your hair, breaking up your long waves as they spilled down your neck and back.Â
You smiled,
âWell, do I look the part?â
Price coughed, inhaling too much smoke on accident. Gaz hadnât moved since you walked in the room. He just stood there, dumbfounded, arms held at an odd angle as if frozen in time. Ghost cleared his throat to save them,
âYes, Rabbit. You clean up very nicely, donât you?â
âWell,â you sighed, âthis is sort of the raunchiest outfit I found in the box. I was going to go with something a bit more casual, but I thought Iâd better be noticeable if weâre going to nail this asshole.â
Gaz finally came out of his locked state, aghast,
âNoticeable? Sweetheart, this is more than noticeable. Goddamn.â
âYou think itâs too much? I donât really know what would get his attention,â you shrugged, looking shy as you confessed, âI donât get asked out very often.â
âYou could go out with me, lassie,â Soap edged his way closer to her, slinking around the table, âWeâd have a hell of a time, so we would.â
âDonât listen to Johnny,â Ghost stood in front of him a bit, snaking an arm around your cinched waist, âHe thinks takinâ his birds to the dog races is a good date idea.â
âWell, isnât it?â Soap protested.
Gaz grabbed your hand tenderly, examining your fingers like they were a precious work of art,
âMaybe you could come with me to Berlin next weekend, babes. Thereâs a killer music festival going on, and we could have a really good time. How does that sound?â
âBoys,â Price interrupted, âIâm sure she has plenty of work to finish here; canât just be galavanting off with you muppets. In fact, why donât you stop by my office after this mission, bunny rabbit, and we can work on your projected shipment dates together? You know, I used to be a logistics man, myself.â
Ghost rolled his eyes at the Captain,
âPlease, logistics? You drove a truck back and forth on base delivering food to the canteen twenty years ago. Iâve read your file.â
The men all started talking over each other, forgetting your presence in favor of coming out on top of the dog pile. You smiled to yourself, eager to push more of their buttons.Â
Slipping one skinny strap down your shoulder, you spoke through the din,
âYou know, this dress can be strapless. Do you think Sokolov wants it upâŠâ you locked eyes with Captain Price, seeing his throat swallow hard as he watched you in the silence you had created, âor down?â
The other soldiers were stunned, unable to look away as you slipped both straps off of your shoulders and tucked them into your dress. One strap was still partially visible, and Ghost slowly moved one gloved finger up your arm, tracing your skin lightly, and finished tucking it in for you. He lingered, caressing the side of your breast as he removed it.Â
âYou gonna be able to seduce this Russian bastard, Sergeant? Or, do you need some practice?â Price asked with a low, threatening tone.Â
The whole room held its breath waiting for your answer. The four men towered over your short frame, casting shadows over you like black spells, hoping you would relinquish your control over them. All of their eyes watched as you slowly, achingly lifted a hand and traced it up Gazâs canvas pant leg, stopping when you discovered the heavy head of his cock, hardening down toward his knee. With the back of your hand, you pet it like a skittish animal, reveling in its smoothness and warmth. Your eyes found his as they fluttered, blood rushing through his body in a panic,
âI think I could use some practice, Captain.â
You felt Gazâs rod leap at your answer. He bent down to kiss your mouth, slanting his lips fiercely against you.Â
Soap came up behind you, gripping your ass through the silk of your dress roughly,
âWeâll help you, lass. Weâll help you practice, wonât we, boys? Jesus, you smell so good,â he buried his face in your neck and sucked against your skin.Â
Ghost found your other hand and held it tightly, using it to steady you from Soap and Gazâs assault. Price moved Gaz out of the way, earning himself a glare, and peeled the dress off of you in one fell swoop, revealing the expanse of uncovered skin underneath.Â
âHoly shite,â the captain breathed, whispering his lament, âSergeant, where are your knickers?â
âI guess I forgot them, Captain,â you blushed, batting your eyes up at him, doing actual damage to his psyche. Â
He didnât have much time to savor the moment though because Ghost was shoving him out of the way to pick you up by the thighs to lay you on the table. The giant knelt between your legs, pulling you by the knees until your ass was hanging off of the low wooden planks. He lifted his mask just enough for you to see him lick his lips over sharp, white teeth before feasting on your wet folds, letting the cloth of the balaclava hide most of his efforts.Â
Ghost created a soothing, yet electrically wet warmth in your core which made you keen loudly, only to be muffled by Priceâs smoky kiss. You could taste the burned tobacco on his tongue and your skin was scraped by his thick mustache.Â
Gazâs voice got your attention. He had freed his cock from his pants and started to stroke it, standing by your side and playing with your breasts with his free hand as Price savaged your mouth. He tugged on your nipple and told you,
âYou know, Rabbit, youâre going to have to really put yourself out there tomorrow. Show him these gorgeous tits of yours. Make him think youâre hungry for his cock,â Gaz rubbed his head, hard and hungry for you, âCan you do that? Let us see how good you can be, princess. We need you to ace this missionâ
You felt Ghost dip his hard cock between your pussy lips, distracting you from Priceâs tongue in your mouth. You broke the kiss and looked up at Ghost, dazed, into his masked face,
âI promise, sir. Iâll be good,â you looked around at all four of the men, reaching out to grab Soapâs cock that he was stroking for you, âWill you show me how?â
You didnât give Soap time to answer. The Scot gasped as you devoured him, sucking him down into your throat, making yourself gag as he fucked your throat in and out in long thrusts. He tangled his fingers in your hair. Ghost matched his rhythm below you, pounding his cock into your wet hole. You thought you could feel something on his dick. Was he pierced? You could see your slick gleam on his lips and chin where his mask was still askew.Â
âYeah,â Ghost smiled haughtily, âyou like those piercings, donâtcha baby?â
You didnât have a chance to respond. Price pulled your head away from Soapâs dick, kissing your mouth lewdly again before giving you an order,
âOpen your mouth wide for me, love.â
You obeyed. Then, he spit onto your tongue, warm and bubbling, before shoving your face down onto his own fat rod. It made your lips burn with its cruel girth, even though it felt relatively soft, and you thought fleetingly that there was no way your poor little cunt was going to be able to take him, Ghost was big enough to be filling, but the captain was carrying around a true weapon.Â
He pulled your head off of him roughly, watching as the strings of drool connected your tongue to his cockhead, growling in short, lustful breaths.Â
âAlright, boys. Make sure sheâs good and ready for me. You know the drill,â Price barked, and then he was gone.Â
The drill? You looked for him, confused, and only found Gaz, who was now slapping his long dick on your cheek, knocking for entrance. He let you take his head into your mouth, having a much easier time than you did with your captain. You bobbed your head up and down dutifully, not realizing just how long his cock was until he tried to force it into your throat. He held you down for a moment, moaning shamelessly, before releasing you to let you breathe.Â
âYou alright, babes?â He laughed.
You nodded, moaning. Ghost took himself out of your wetness and pulled you off of the table. Soap hopped up to lay where you were, and you moved to ride him, making sure to get right to the edge with him to let Ghost back in. Youâd never taken two men at once, much less four, but there was a first time for anything, and you were a quick learner.Â
Spearing yourself onto Soap felt like someone had created a warm, custom, living dildo just for you. He was a perfect fit, and you both cried out in pleasure from the sensation. Ghost slapped your ass, hard, and you screamed, clenching around Soapâs cock. Soap moaned darkly.Â
âKeep suckinâ that big cock, baby. Need to teach you how to multitask,â Ghost threatened as he bent to eat your asshole, wiggling his tongue into the tight rim to gain entrance.
He started to fuck you with it, his long wet muscle moving in and out as Soap thrust himself up into you, hitting your g-spot every single time like magic. You took Gaz back into your mouth and tried your best to take him deeper into your throat. Every time you did, you would gag, and your muscles would involuntarily clench, and the whole room would moan. You started to come, feeling yourself flood around Soap, whose mouth had latched onto one of your nipples, suckling like he was trying to feed from you.Â
You could see Price out of the corner of your eye. He had lit another cigar and was smoking it, stroking himself, still not at his full capacity. You were scared of him. He looked like some sort of demon, breathing fire, as big around as your forearm. He wasnât as long as Gaz, nor as delightfully curved as Soap, but he made your legs shake without even touching you. When he did touch you, rising from his chair when he wanted to fondle you, pinching a nipple, pulling your hair, forcing your head down on Gaz, it lit you up like you were kerosene and he was the match.Â
Suddenly, Ghostâs tongue was gone, only to be replaced by his heavy head. He was going to fuck your ass, and there was nothing you could say to stop him. Youâd only done anal once or twice before, and you knew it might hurt. He went so slowly that you could feel each and every piercing as he popped them into you, one by one. Then, as he pulled back out, you felt them pop as each one went through you again, raking himself in and out gently, as careful with you as he could be. When you were more pliant, he began to throw his weight into each thrust, and Soap started to groan below you from the sensation.Â
âDonât you fuckinâ dare, Johnny boy,â Price threatened, his voice full of stern warning.Â
You werenât sure what he was warning him about until Soap pulled his cock out of you and came all over your stomach, Ghostâs thrusts making the fluid smear between you two, rubbing your bodies together. Ghost pulled out next, and you felt his hot, thick ropes spray onto your ass cheeks, melting down your thighs.Â
Gaz abandoned your mouth and took over for Soap, feeding himself inch by inch until he found your end, leaving some of his cock out in the cold. He fucked you faster than the others, not caring to move out of the way as Soap rolled off of the table, whining like a whore the whole time.Â
Captain Price came around to your face, holding your chin in his hand, looking down at you without pity,
âGarrickâs got a long cock, donât he, love? Youâre being so good for my men, such a good girl. Sweet little slut, hm? Youâre going to do so well on this mission. Those areholes wonât know what hit âem.â
He grabbed your hair fiercely, hurting your scalp, forcing you to turn and look back at Gaz. Price took a long puff from his cigar, blowing it past your face,Â
âBaby, he could fuck you for a hundred years. Heâs not gonna come until you scream his name.â
You heard Gaz moan louder at Priceâs suggestion, so you did. You screamed for him over and over, not caring who might have heard you, begging for him to come in you.Â
âHeâs not allowed to come in you, love,â Price kissed your open panting mouth, âBut, donât worry. Itâs about to be my turn, and youâll be feeling my fuckinâ come drip out of your cunt all night long.â
Priceâs voice made your blood run cold with fear. He wasnât making threats. Those were clearly promises. Predictions of the future. His cock was tucked back into the band of his pants, but it lay in wait there like a serpent, eager to strike.
Your heart pounded in your chest as Gaz pulled his long shaft all the way out of you, his come shooting onto your lips and ass, feeling him use his hand to rub it into your skin, making you sticky. Your captain gave him a warning look, and you realized they had done this sort of thing before. Perhaps many times before. As you watched Soap and Ghost comfort each other, breathing close together, touching themselves, you wondered if they ever fucked each other as well. Picturing the four of them rutting into each other made you hungry, deep in your belly, starving to witness such an act.Â
Finally, it was your captainâs turn. The look in his eyes made you tremble. You knew he wouldnât be cruel, not on purpose anyway. He wasnât a heartless man, but he wasnât one to hold himself back from what he wanted either. You knew that he would fuck you the way he wanted to, as hard as he wanted to, no matter how much complaining you might do about how his cock would stretch you out - even to the point of pain.Â
âOn your back, love. Legs up. Spread that pussy open for me,â he commanded.Â
You did as he told you, opening yourself up shamelessly, letting your folds spread wide.Â
He walked around the table to gaze upon your form, staring at your pink flesh like it was a hot meal, and he was starving. He moaned, rubbing his hand across your sticky mons,Â
âMm, thatâs my pretty little Rabbit. NowâŠâ he paused for effect, sinking three fingers into your hole roughly but ever so slowly, twisting his arm as he did, corkscrewing his knuckles into you, â...I want you to understand that thereâs a reason Iâm last in line, love.â
You cried out from the pressure of his huge hand. It felt like you were going to tear. Then, after a few hard thrusts, he released you. The emptiness you felt was heartbreaking. You looked for him, pleading with your eyes for him to return to you. He pulled his cock free from his waistband, unable to connect his finger to his thumb as he wrapped around it. You whined involuntarily, something animal in you recognizing its fate.Â
âShh, baby, I know,â he drug out his voice, âI knowâŠâ
He positioned the heavy shaft on top of your body, measuring himself from base to tip, reaching your navel. As he slapped it against you, it made a loud thudding noise, slamming into your muscles like a fist. Price was so heavy. Youâd never even imagined a man could feel like he was pure, warm, thick marble. Your pussy seemed to understand the panic you were feeling, flooding itself, preparing for the upcoming invasion.Â
âIâm so fuckinâ eager for you, love,â he slapped you again, quick taps right to your swollen clit.
Then, he put his head inside of you, squeezing himself in. He left it inside of you and started to pump himself with his hand. Between the vibration from his fist and the fact that it felt like you were sitting on the end of a steel bat, you couldnât hold back your keening, loud and high-pitched.Â
Price began the steady, slow march forward, swelling harder and harder by the moment, making your walls feel like they might break. It seemed as if all the blood in your body was rushing down your belly and up your legs, hurrying to your core.Â
Your eye were wild, full of your fear, tears forming at the corners of your eyes,
âI canât, please! I canât. Itâs too big, fuckâŠâ
Price didnât stop. He just kept feeding himself in and pulling himself back out, wetting his cockâs skin with your soaking hole.Â
âYou can, and you will, love,â the captain growled, âNow, shut that pretty mouth and take it.â
Your cheeks were wet and your eyes burned, he was so deep within you that it felt like he was thrusting into your throat. You couldnât breathe.
Suddenly, Soap grabbed your hand, kissing your palm, using his tongue to lick your skin,
âItâs alright, bonnie. Iâm here, lass. Breathe with me, lass.â
He bent down to kiss you, but he didnât quite connect, letting his lips graze yours featherlight. Soap breathed in and breathed out in steady, measured beats. You felt yourself begin to relax. It had such an immediate effect that you heard Price groan, able to slip himself a bit deeper than he had done.Â
It was like a chain reaction, the more relaxed you became, breathing with Soap, feeling him suck and lick your nipples softly, the more Price was able to squeeze himself in.Â
Finally, you felt his hair at the base of his cock, thick and curled, and as he sighed, he settled inside of you, impossibly pressing against your whole body, making a clear outline of himself in your lower belly. He rubbed it, almost fondly, and you felt every inch of him throb against your walls, his head bullying your womb.
You cried out again from the strain. Ghost and Gaz joined Soap. Gaz began to suckle from your breast on your left side, fondling himself as he did so, getting hard again. Ghost was at your head on the end of the table, and he bent to kiss you, upside down, his tongue running all the way down your throat, long and slippery against your own.Â
He pulled away, petting your cheek as Price began to grind himself into you,
âYou alright, Rabbit? You enjoying your captainâs cock, hm?â
âMm hm,â you whispered, whimpering through your tears.
Ghost smiled, and his straight, white teeth looked menacing as he did, sharp, wolf-like,
âI know you are, babe. Youâre doing so well. Look at him. You can see him inside of your cunt.â
He lifted your head by your hair, showing you the grotesque shadow of Priceâs heavy rod as it shoved itself into you. You reached your hands down to it, feeling it through your skin. It was so unique. His size wasnât like anything youâd ever experienced, and your body was sending confused signals of passion, your orgasms coming in shattered, broken waves. Feeling incomplete. Too powerful, and yet drawn out like the last note of a symphony.Â
As you touched him from the outside, Price moaned aloud for the first time. It shocked you. You looked up at him, managing to meet his eyes.
âFuck,â you moaned, âYou feel so good inside of me, Captain.â
âMm, yeah?â He replied, using his hands to press yours down onto his cock, making you gasp, âYou like it, baby? Iâm gonna make sure you never want anybody else.âÂ
Price reached down and grabbed you by the throat, scaring away Soap and Gaz. He lifted you up, making his dick fit inside of you that much tighter with the change of angle. Then, he began the true performance. He thrust himself in with fast, punishing strokes, slamming himself into you. You were sure you would bruise, and you felt dizzy, almost like youâd pass out.Â
Soap was at your side again, holding your hair away from your face,
âLook at you, lassie. Such a good girl for your captain. Takinâ that cock so damn well. Canât wait to be back inside you, girl.â
He kissed your cheek, palm massaging his dick which was back to full mast, eager again.Â
âAlright, Johnny,â Price grinned, âSince you asked so nicely.â
Without any strain whatsoever, Price lifted you up by your hips and held you in the air as he fucked you, bringing you around the table so that Soap could position himself at your asshole. Ghostâs earlier efforts had made it ready for him, and you could very acutely feel how much he was throbbing to be inside of you, pulsing as he fit against Price.Â
âUngh, fuck, lass,â Soap groaned as he began to thrust into you, pistoning with the captain, âHeâs got you so tight for me.â
âYeah? It feels so good. MmmâŠâ you whimpered, feeling more full than youâd ever been.Â
Johnny was holding your breasts as Price lifted you up, brutalizing your pussy. Every thrust felt like an electric pulse, making you cock-drunk and mindlessly pliant.Â
They worked in tandem for what felt like eons, pistoning in and out with each other. Eventually, after he had felt you come, Soap addressed his captain directly,
âSir, IâmâŠplease, sir, can I?â
âCan you what, soldier?â Price grunted through gritted teeth, testing his sergeant.
âCan I come, sir? Please, CapâŠâ
âYeah, Johnny. Câmon, mate. Let her feel it.â
âF-fuck! FuckâŠâ Soap groaned, pushing himself flush against your asshole, pumping his come into you.Â
He caught his breath while he was still in you, kissing the nape of your neck, and then he pulled away slowly. He helped Gaz replace him, holding your ass wide apart so his comrade could position himself inside. And just when you thought your poor pussy would have room to breathe, Gazâs incredibly long shaft was piercing your hole again.Â
You felt him sigh, his breath against your neck. He took over holding you up, and Price praised him,
âThatâs it, Garrick. Sheâs all yours. Take it.â
Gaz reacted to his words in a way that made you rethink their entire dynamic. Then, you remembered how he had come when you said his name. He seemed to get harder and harder the more Price praised him, and you wanted to give him that same validation.Â
âGaz,â you whispered, leaning your head back to rest on his shoulder, âItâs so big, baby. Itâs like I can feel you in my throat. Oh, Gaz. Gaz!â
âMm,â Price put his mouth to your neck, groaning, âThatâs it, love. Tell him how much you like that long cock.â
âSo much, Gaz. Itâs so good,â you added.Â
Then, Price took his left hand and wrapped it around the back of Gazâs neck in a moment of surprising intimacy. As Price kissed the front of your throat, Gaz kissed your shoulder and nape. You felt like a peeled fruit being shared between them, a ripped rind, your juicy flesh being split in two; two halves of a ripe orange.Â
Gaz lasted longer than Soap had when he fucked your ass, but Priceâs attention seemed to spur him on. His movements were slippery, and you could feel the remnants of Soapâs come frothing around your entrance, easing his efforts.
âCaptain,â Gaz whined, desperate for more of that approval.Â
âCâmon, Kyle. Sheâs ready for you. Good lad.â
The use of his first name made Gaz thrust up into you with a feverish pace. He cried out as he came, hard, into you. Feeling him fall back out of you made you imagine the tendrils of a giant kraken, seeming to travel forever just to remove himself from your body, slithering out of you with a terrible squelching noise.Â
Gaz let Price hold you again, and you turned, expecting Ghost. Price laughed at you, chuckling softly,
âMissing your masked man already?â
You looked at Price, feeling raw and used, waiting for an explanation,
âHeâs a littleâŠpreoccupied.â
Price laid you back on the table, letting you turn your head to see Ghost, buried in Soapâs asshole up to the hilt, furiously jacking him off, slamming into him a little too roughly for your liking. It was violent, but Soap seemed to be enjoying himself beyond measure.Â
Your pussy, though, disagreed with your assessment, clenching around Priceâs cock while you watched Simon abuse his friendâs hole.Â
âMm,â the captain moaned, feeling your muscles react, âYou like that, love? You wanna be fucked rough like that?â
He didnât give you a chance to answer. Price wrapped your legs beneath his chest in a full mating press and wrecked you, pounding into your body like a giant fist. You felt your bones shudder beneath his behemoth form. Just when you thought you might puke from how overstimulated you were, you felt him pause. Then, your pussy felt like it was leaking, and it was. Priceâs come just kept milking its way out of you, his cock pulsing inside, making your walls throb.Â
When he finished, he kissed you on the mouth, almost lovingly, reverently. He started to slide out of you, being extremely careful, and youâd never felt so empty in your entire life. It was as if youâd never be full again. You found yourself whining, whimpering for Price to return.Â
âThatâs right, pretty girl,â Price smiled, âNever gonna want anybody else, are ya?â
You smiled, shocked and in considerable discomfort. Gaz scooped you up off of the table, cradling you, sitting down with you in his lap in a large chair. He reached down for some water and handed it to you, helping you recover.Â
Price was standing with his hands on his hips, panting from his exertion. Ghost and Soap were connected like two hounds, locked together, the Scot cock warming his tall lover, groaning on every exhale.Â
âWell, what do you think, lads? Do we have a winner?â Price asked.
âYeah, we fucking do, Cap,â Gaz pet your head, moving your sweaty hair out of your eyes.Â
âFuck yeah, mate,â Ghost growled, pawing at Johnny again, rabid for him.Â
âHear that, bonnie?â Soap managed to ask, still moaning in little breaths as he was being speared by Ghost, âGot yourself a new permanent assignment.â
Price walked over to you, grabbing you by the face and kissing you once more,
âYou belong to us now, love. Perfect little slut.â
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CRAZY ABOUT YOU â gojo satoru
tw: MDNI, f! reader, she/her pronouns used, pregnancy (reader is expecting), established relationship (youâre married), pregnancy freak!satoru, semi-public sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (baby, love, sweetheart), very very brief mention of somno & oral f receiving, reader wears a dress, heâs a freak, not proofread, wc: 2.4k
synopsis: your husband fucks you during one of your prenatal visits
your husband is a freak, you know that. but what you didnât know was how big of a one he could be, for you. you found out â when you became pregnant with his child.
when satoru found out that youâre carrying his child â because he did before you, saw it with his six eyes â he fucked you differently. with a primal urge unheard of, like a man thatâs impregnated his wife and is now claiming her again, confirming the fact that you belong to him by slamming it deep inside you. after the fifth (?) orgasm he dragged out of you that night, you asked him through a weary chuckle â âhuh, where did this come from?â â and his answer began with a motion of his fingers hugging his balls â âit came from hereâŠâ, followed by his other hand caressing your belly ââŠand went thereâ, while slowly leaning in to meet your lips, âand i might just lose my mind because, baby â youâre pregnantâ
a rather unconventional way to find out youâre pregnant.
if he had any semblance of decency in him before (which is rather questionable) and could keep his hands to himself (to some extent) during certain times and in certain places, it is completely off the table now.
when he wants you, you will know; others around will know it, too. he doesnât shy away from making it obvious, or more so he doesnât care if other people notice. whatâs there to be embarrassed about? after all, youâre a couple, you do things. itâs only natural. and that pretty baby bump is the perfect proof of it. in all honesty, it gets him off when others know that heâs about to fuck his beautiful pregnant wife once he takes her home.
he's a freak like that, it canât be helped. even more so now with the way your skin glows differently, with the way you smell, the way you carry yourself and the way your body is undergoing the natural changes as the pregnancy progresses that he finds so beautiful. it all messes with his head. brings out the real freak in him that can no longer keep his urges at bay, not when knowing that he himself brought this upon you. it makes you so undeniably his, for everyone to see and acknowledge. his chest swells with prideâŠ
âŠbut sometimes pride also gives way to greed, to a freakish desire for more of you.
during the rare times you go about to shower without him, he slips into the bathroom. sits on the toilet seat and starts jerking off to you, watching your swollen belly and breasts, moaning loud and clear for you to come to his aid. sometimes you wake up to him holding your hand wrapped around his cock, rubbing himself into your palm, audible pants seeping from his lips as he slowly lifts the hem of your shirt (his shirt that you wear to sleep) â preparing to splatter his load on your pregnant belly; or alternatively, you open your eyes to his face buried between your legs, devouring you like a starved animal⊠other times, as you make dinner in the kitchen, tenderizing the meat with the mallet on the counter, he comes from behind and presses his hard-on against your ass, shamelessly asking âwould you mind beating my meat, too, baby?â
and when you go about to scold him, call him a jerk, a perv, a freak, insufferable while hitting his chest â playfully, because you secretly like it when he canât contain himself around you â he blames you for it. tells you that youâve severed him so abysmally that heâs having a hard time now keeping it soft around you (heâs not lying). that you broke him and should take responsibility for it. chuckles fill the room and mix in between your kisses that later turn into breathy moans and pants mixed in between countless of i love youâs and youâre mine and mine onlyâs.
but sometimes, such as today, he takes things a bit too farâŠ
like,
âyou canât simply fuck your wife during one of the prenatal visits just because the doctor left the examination room for a bit and your dick is rock-hard from seeing your wifeâs belly out in the open.
âyou have to be kidding meâ, you raise your brows in absolute surprise as you watch your husband unbuckle his pants, ânow? HERE?â
âplease?â, he looks at you, cheeks flushed and eyes of a pleading puppy.
you knew he was up to something from the glint in his eyes as he kept staring at your exposed belly earlier, completely transfixed, only his eyes following the ultrasound probe as the doctor pressed it over your tummy.
âthe doctorâs going to come any moment, you know right?â, you try to confirm he is aware that this can go very wrong.
âyes, but so am i â you donât want me walking around in cum drenched pants, right?â, he purses his lips into a pout, one thatâs obviously fake (but it works on you, even if you refuse to admit it).
âitâs not like youâve never done it beforeâ, you mock.
âthat was only one timeâ, he pouts (this oneâs not a fake), âokay, maybe two or three times, but it happens even to the bestâ (it was more than two or three times)
âahaâ
âoi. whose fault do you think it was? you make a man go crazy. i mean, look at me right now, just look â i am standing here with my dick almost out for you, in the doctorâs officeâ
âso you realize this is absolutely crazy but still you wonât pack your dick away?â
âno, i will not. iâll die if i donât get to fuck you this instant. and i mean it, it hurts so much. and the authorities will suspect you did it, you know. because itâs always the wives anywayâŠ..and they wonât be wrong about itâ
âyouâre hopeless, satoruâ, you sigh, giving him a roll of your eyes.
but still, leaning on your elbows you slowly rise yourself from the examination table and sit at the edge of it, removing the towel covering your thighs. spreading your legs for him, you think that you really made the right choice to wear a dress today â less in the way for your husband and another one of his âif i donât get to fuck my wife, iâll dieâ episodes.
âi amâ, he saunters over to you, biting his lower lip at the sight of your thighs and the beautiful belly hanging in between, âbut i canât help it when youâre so pretty for me like this, i go crazyâ
and fuck, if it doesnât make you wet the way he looks at you right now as he stops to stand between your open thighs, invading your space with such ease because thatâs where he belongs to be. all the signs hint at that, too â the ring on your finger, the baby in your belly and the wetness dripping from your cunt, ready to welcome him in.
âyea, you really doâ, you pull the front of his boxers down, just enough to free his cock, earning a low hiss from him upon your hand making contact with it.
âall because of youâ, he places his hands under your ass and slightly pulls you to himself. youâre immediately met with where heâs hard, itâs poking and rubbing against your belly.
a moan crawls up his throat and breaks out into a satisfied groan. part of him wants to cum just like this â by rubbing himself against your belly. but god, you smell so good down there that it shifts his desire. now that heâs so close to you â standing right in front of your doors â he can smell it so much better. your scent wafts up from your heat and goes straight to his nostrils, letting his brain register in the most primal of ways that your body is ready for him.
you know heâs noticed the dampness of your panties by the way his smileâs faded into a grin, you can smell yourself in the air around you, too.
âfuck, babyâŠcan cum from this alone, you know? rubbing myself on that pretty belly that i made on youâ, satoru whispers as he leans forward to take your mouth into his. his lips are loaded with such intensity that they suck the air from your lungs, leave you moaning into his mouth. the grip heâs got on your ass tightening, his fingers digging into your flesh. âbut that wonât do now, so hold on tightâ
you comply in silence, wrapping your hands around his neck as he lifts you up just enough to peel your panties down to your thighs, then sits you up again and drags them down your legs and onto the floor.
âjust so you knowâif someone comes before i do, iâll just keep fucking youâ, he grins at you as he positions himself back between your legs. his words might sound like a joke, an exaggeration of some sort to make it clear how much he wants you right now, but you know better than anyone that heâs pretty serious about it.
âthen hurry up, you freakâ
his fingers swipe over your cunt â to confirm that you are indeed as ready as your scent gives away â and collect your arousal before rubbing it all over the length of his throbbing cock, mixing your wetness with his vigorously leaking pre.
âopen them a little bit more for me, babyâ, he coaxes, hands back on your thighs, tapping softly on your skin as a signal to spread them just a little bit more and give him way. you lean back on your hands and push your legs open as much as you can. the motion causing your belly to bump against his cock, squishing it between the two of you, pressing it against his stomach.
âs-shit, babyâ, he hisses at the sensation, his body jerks a little and his hips buck forward, against your belly, to deepen the friction, âi can really cum from just rubbing it on youâŠ.fuck, thatâs crazyâ, he laughs.
but satoru stops himself.
his hand moves away from you to get a hold of his cock and help it against your entrance, pushing the head towards your folds before slowly sinking in the entirety of it, bottoming out in you from the very start. thereâs no time to waste and heâs got no patience left in him, once heâs in â heâs going all the way.
ânghh, s-satoruâ, you whimper at his needy intrusion, but swallow him so easily that your wetness starts to spurt out as heâs starting to dart in and out, trickling down the crack of your ass and dripping onto the examination table.
âfuck, loveâŠlook at the way you take meâ, he breathily chuckles, head thrown back as he picks up the rhythm of his thrusts, âand you call me crazy, huhâŠhaha, fuck, f-fuc-kâ â if his voice was a tad bit louder just now and could keep a steady note, he wouldâve sounded maniacal.
âs-shut upâŠ.donât compare me to yourselfâ, you protest, trying to deny the fact you want him just as bad but the way your walls clench around him proves the other way around. you become who you surround yourself with. heâs crazy to do this to you here of all places. and youâre just as much crazy to let him have his way with you.
you suck him in so deep that his body, caught off guard, jerks and bucks forward. it makes him forget where he starts and where he ends. he wants to let go but also to never stop, heâs fighting so hard but itâs a battle heâs slowly losing. as his pace is growing faster his thrusts are getting sloppier. âshitâ, he curses under his breath. his balls are sizzling and he wants to bust so bad but not before he makes you cum.
the tension, the pulsing of his cock and the ridges of his throbbing veins â you can feel them like a heartbeat inside of you, and each time he slams against that sweet spot your clit responds with a beat of its own.
you try to hold your voice back but pants leave through your parted lips as you gasp for air.
ânghh, âtoruâŠâm gonna cumâ, you whimper incoherently as you throw your head back, eyes shut close.
âyea? go on, babyâcum for me. come on, sweetheartâiâll help you outâ, he breathes.
his hands grabbing onto the plush of your thighs with a deadly grip, pulling you closer to help fuck himself into you better. the bottom of your belly is flat against his rock-hard abdomen now and he keeps it that way while ramming himself inside you, rubbing his cock around your sensitive walls, without pulling out. over and over until you squirm and come undone. face grimacing in pleasure and hips jerking from the electrifying sensation as you keep chanting âfuck, fuck, fuckâ under your breath as quietly as possible so your voice doesnât make it past the walls of the examination room for others â doctors, nurses and patients â to hear.
you glance your eyes to him, all disheveled and sweaty as his hips live through the last few thrusts left in them before he implodes inside of you. you hear him grumble how heâs about to fill you up while peering at you with a desperate face.
âf-fuckâ, he growls throatily, charging one last time into you before spurting his load inside you. his body shudders from the release heâs been holding back. and heâs pouring too much, his heat spilling and filling your insides. you can feel it all â heâs making a frothy mess of your cunt.
it takes a few seconds after heâs done pouring his seed that his body reigns back control and he stops shuddering. he then looks at you.
âif i pull out now itâll all spill out, you know? so maybe we should stayâ?â
âno.â, you dryly interrupt. âdonât force our luck. put that thing away before someone comes and help me put my panties onâ
âbut itâll spill outâ, he insists.
âiâll hold it in, donât worryâ
âoh? you know just the thought alone is doing inhumane things to me all over again, right?â
âsatoru. donât you dare.â
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FAMILY AFFAIRS w/Jujutsu Kaisen
( TW ) stepcest, dark content, (step)daddy Nanami + Toji, (step)brothers Geto + Gojo, unprotected sex, riding, semi-public sex, cheating, Daddy kink, masturbation, breeding kink, baby trapping (Gojoâs), Gojoâs obsessed and kind of insane. Â
Featuring: Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Gojo SatoruÂ
⟠GOJO SATORUÂ
â'Toru!â You scream as your stepbrother pounds into you from behind. You're holding into the edge of the hot tub as Satoru fucks you dumb.Â
âLove this fuckinâ ass angel.â Satoru groans as he watches your ass recoil. He slaps your right cheek a few times before doing the same to the left. He looks back at your parents' house. Itâs the middle of the night but he canât help but wish that theyâd wake up to your loud moans, that theyâd come out screaming about how you too shouldn't be doing this. Â
They knew better than to send Satoru away again. He would never leave you and if he had to sneak into his childhood home to fuck his girl--he would. Â
âLouder Angel,â Satoru grips your hips and pounds into you harder. âWant everyone to hear you screaming and cumming onto my cock.âÂ
âSatoru! Love you sâmuch.â You slur, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your arms give out as he continues to pound it you like there's no tomorrow, you fall on the edge of the hot tub, half of your body hangs out. Satoru doesnât stop, too far gone.Â
âMâgonna cum, gonna give you a baby, gonna make sure youâre never apart from me again!â Satoru pushes on your back. You grunt at the pain of being pushed into the hard, cold edge.Â
âGonna cum, gonna cum âRo!â You scream into the night. Â
âCome then baby, cum on your big brotherâs cock while he fucks a baby into this sweet cunt.â Â
⟠NANAMI KENTOÂ
âQuite sweetheart, mommyâs sleeping right behind me. Donât wanna wake her up do you?â Your stepfather whispers in your ear as he pushes his thick cock into you.Â
You have to hold a hand to your mouth to stop yourself from screaming. You shouldn't be doing this; all your mother has to do is wake up and look over her husband's shoulder to see her daughter being held down on his cock. Â
âD-daddy.â You whisper, turning your head to look at him. He pushes the rest of his cock inside, stuffing you to the brim. You bite down on your bottom lip.Â
âSâtoo much Daddy.â You cry out, Nanami covers your mouth with his in an attempt to get you to stop talking. It hardly works, you cry louder into his mouth as starts to move his cock in and out of you.Â
âFeels sâgood Daddy,â You moan into his mouth. âI love you.âÂ
âI love you too baby, but you gotta be quiet or else Daddyâs not gonna be able to fuck you anymore. Heâs gonna be sent away and youâll never see me again.âÂ
âNo!â You choke. You didn't want your Daddy to be sent away. You wanted to stay with him forever.Â
âThen be quite baby.â He grunts when you clench down hard around him. He fucks you faster, stopping every few minutes when the bed starts to stake. You whine softly, closer and closer to cumming the more you think about your mother catching you. Sheâll finally let Daddy be yours if she saw how much better you please him, all you would have to do is wake her up.Â
But you donât scream as Daddy fucks you to orgasm. You donât moan when you feel him cumming deep inside you of and you donât say a word when he tells you to go back to your own bed. Because youâre a good girl, and if Daddy said to be quiet, youâd be quiet.Â
⟠GETO SUGURUÂ
âSit up.â Your stepbrother whispers. You grab onto the driver's seat and stand best you can while also trying not to draw attention to your parents upfront. Â
You were driving Suguru back to college, all his luggage and extra shit he was bringing were sitting in the other two seats, so you had no choice but to sit on your stepbrother's lap. You didnât mind though.Â
âAlright--sit back down.â Suguru grabs your hips and brings your down on his cock. Your eyes widen and you gasp. Your thankful your parents like listening to the radio on full blast, you be mortified if they looked back to see you fucking the boy your supposed to call brother.Â
âFuck, you feel so fucking tight,â Suguru groans, grinding his hips into your ass. âRide me baby, ride my fucking cock.âÂ
Still holding onto the driver's seat, you look down to make sure your skirt is covering you two before you arch up. Once you get to the tip of his cock you slide back down. âSugu...â You moan at the feeling of being stretched. Â
âShush y/n, donât want mommy and daddy to turn around and see you bouncing on your big brother's cock, do you?â Suguru whispers in your ear as he brings you back down on his cock. Your legs start to shake.Â
You gasp and grind harder onto is cock before repeating the same movement. After a minute, your legs start to cramp from position youâre in. You fall back onto Suguru chest. Â
âCâmon be a good girl and bounce on my cockâwhat youâre already tired after a few thrustâdo I have to do everything?â Suguru grabs your hips and slams you up and down the entire length of his cock. You bite the inside of your cheeks, trying your hardest to keep the moans in.Â
âSince youâre making big brother do everything, mâgonna cum in your cuntâno I donât care about thatâthan take plan B when you get home!âÂ
⟠TOJI FUSHIGUROÂ
"How bad do you want it baby?â Toji watches from his place on the toilet as you trail your fingers down you to your pretty pussyÂ
âSâbad daddy, want you sâbad!â You whimper, bringing your other hand up to your slippery tits. You squeeze your nipples as you watch you stepdad fists his cock. You slip a finger into your pussy. Itâs nothing compared to his bigger ones.Â
âLook me in the eye and tell me what youâve done to deserve it.â He grunts, spreading his thick, hairy thighs further apart. He reaches down with his free hand to play with his balls.Â
âIâm a good girl, I always do what you sayâplease Daddy, I need you,â You whine, tearing up when he just leans back to stare at you with a bored expression. âPlease, Daddy.â You whimper, staring at him with big doe eye. You sniffle.Â
âDonât fuckinâ cry, baby,â Toji sighs, he hates seeing his little girl cry. Toji stands and walks into the shower. He picks you just and you throw your arms around his neck âHate makinâ my baby cry.â He grabs his cock and pushes the tip in. You whimper in her neck as he pushes you down.Â
âDaddy.â You whimper in his neck. Â
âDaddyâs gonna make you feel better baby.â He kisses your cheek.Â
âYea?â You whisper grabbing his jaw and kissing him on the stubble.Â
âYea, Daddy's gonna make you feel betterâjust want my baby to stop cryin'.âÂ
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