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pernesophe · 10 months ago

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Arranged Marriage to the Demon of Sakuragi: Chapter 2 Alone in the Courtyard

This series is currently being remastered! Check out my Master List for the new chapters!

This is the 2nd Chapter of the “Arranged Marriage to the Demon of Sakuragi” story I’ve been writing! This chapter is kind of a wrap up of last chapter from Kirishima’s POV.

I’m also releasing this story on ao3 (under the same handle: pernesophe) if you’d like to access it there!

CW: stalking, angst, fluff

As always, if you’re reading this, then thank you!! I hope you enjoy it! :)

Alone in the Courtyard

Sugihara gives Kirishima a nod of approval once you’re out of earshot and says, “Smooth, I really thought you were gonna mess that up somehow.”

“Say that again and I'll spend the rest of the night practicing my French Braid on you.” He retorts with a glare.

The blonde grovels, mouth agape, “no Kirishima - I’m sorry! I was just teasing! You know I get migraines when you do that!!”

“I can just shave your head then. That way, I can practice anytime I want, and you won’t have to worry about your head hurting,” Kirishima taunts back with a shit eating grin.

“KIRISHIMA - YOU WOULDN'T!” Sugihara pleads - failing to stifle his cry.

Then, his demeanor shifts to be a little more serious as he asks, “do you think she’s just being paranoid?”

“I mean… probably. Wild Dogs… in this area? Pfft.” Kirishima chuckles flatly, his tone letting on how ridiculous he thinks it is.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t say that to her! She’s kind, but I would bet even she’d have second thoughts if you were that insensitive.” Sugihara chastises as he looks sideways at his friend.

“Maybe…” Kirishima ruminates aloud before taking a long drag of his cigarette. “I’m honestly pretty worried about that… I’m not so sure we’ll be a good match.” He mutters, puffing out a cloud of smoke.

He looks anywhere but Sugihara’s face as that same dreadful feeling claws in his chest.

“What do you mean?” He asks, obviously concerned by Kirishima’s self doubt. It was uncharacteristic for him to be open about his feelings like this, especially sober and at what he’s been referring to as a “Work Meeting” for weeks.

“I mean… Maybe she’s too good for me. She’s too soft and kind. I mean she volunteers at the hospital for shit’s sake! I don’t think I’ve volunteered to do anything in my life… She seems… happy all by herself… So why did she agree to marry The Demon? All I’m gonna do is disappoint her, or worse, hurt her… somehow… At the end of the day, we may need her for this alliance, but I can’t imagine that she would need me for anything.” Kirishima finishes his rant with a harsh sigh while rubbing at the back of his neck.

If he weren’t actively avoiding looking at Sugihara’s face, then he could see the unbridled look of disbelief.

“I don’t think you would hurt her, even unintentionally. I mean, just look at how you are with the Little Lady! I know you would rather cut off your own hand before disappointing or hurting her, so why would you be any different towards Y/N? As for her needing you … well she might not… but she does seem to like you. At least I think she does! The way she looks at you is the same way a school girl looks at the popular guy, y’know? She had Heart Eyes when she first saw you!” Sugihara babbles incessantly, scrambling to put his friend’s mind to rest. Kirishima takes another long pull of his cigarette, mulling over the blonde’s words for a moment.

“Eh, I suppose,” he puffs out another cloud of smoke - like a depressed dragon - sighing deeply.

“Just, believe in yourself a little more man. She likes you. Take the win ,” Sugihara pats Kirishima’s shoulder to punctuate his encouraging words.

Slowly, the blue haired man relinquishes, nodding in agreement.

“Yeah I’ll try,” his voice is low but a wistful smile graces his lips from his friend’s reassurances.

Sugihara grins and tells him he’ll see him inside before heading through the door.

***

Finally alone, Kirishima takes a final drag of his cigarette before pinching it out.

Wasting no time, he stalks toward the bush, and prepares to scare off whatever unfortunate creature that left you so unnerved.

As he approaches the bush, it begins to rustle softly about 20 steps away. Narrowing his eyes and quickening pace to close the distance, but he hears footfalls from behind the bush - exiting the courtyard altogether.

Not bothering to give chase, instead he peers down into the bush to see broken twigs, snapped branches, and a scattering of leaves on the ground. Though empty now, in the center of the bush is a human sized indent that could easily fit a man slighter in stature than him.

The hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as he clenches his jaw, his mind racing as he mulls over why someone would be hiding in the Asano Courtyard. Especially on a night as important as this one.

The rustling started when Y/N was outside, so it’s doubtful that it was an Asano clan member intending to spy on the Sakuragi clan.

His teeth grit and hands curl into fists as he arrives at a possible conclusion: Whoever it was… could have been spying on Y/N…

If we hadn’t come out when we did…

Guilt and anger wash over his whole body - chest hollowed out and replaced with wildfire. Every inch of his body feels weightless and lit aflame all at once. Shaking his head to clear an angry head rush as he begins searching the courtyard for any other signs of someone hiding, but he finds nothing.

Shoving his clenched fists in his pockets, Kirishima considers lighting up another cigarette to soothe his burning nerves.

Instead, he swears to himself that he will take you more seriously going forward, and protect you no matter what.

The realization dawning on him that your wide eyes, nervous laughs and the way you brushed off the panic were all signs of how someone acts when they’ve been scared for a while.

If she has to marry The Demon , then at the very least she shouldn’t have to look over her shoulder like that anymore. I’ll ruin whoever makes my wife tremble in fear. That’s the least I can do. Kirishima vows silently.

Turning around, he reminds himself to relax his jaw and erase the tension from his face before heading back to the party.

***

Once back inside, Kirishima discreetly pulls Kenji aside to let him know - making sure you don’t see them. He wanted to avoid confirming your suspicions, and ultimately giving you a reason to feel unsafe in your own home.

“Is that so?” he hissed through gritted teeth, his gruff voice laced with anger.

“That’s what I saw, and that’s what Y/N said happened. Just keep an eye out. I’ll talk to my boss and men to keep an eye on her when she’s out and about in our territory in case someone is watching her.” Kirishima assures Kenji, as his steely gray eyes shift over the other man’s shoulder repeatedly worried you would stumble upon their conversation without them noticing.

“Thanks. I’ll keep you updated with what we find out.” Kenji states, and gives Kirishima a grateful nod. Then, they both rejoin the party quickly before the goodbyes begin.

Later that night, back at the Sakuragi Residence:

Kazuhiko Sakuragi and his midnight haired Lieutenant are sitting in the Family Head’s meeting room. The house is silent other than their hushed conversation - Kirishima remembered his phone reading midnight before heading into the meeting.

“… I think it’s possible someone was spying on Y/N.” He finishes explaining what you saw and the events in the courtyard to his Boss. As Kirishima recounted the story his fists clenched on the tops of his thighs. At times his voice would turn hushed and distressed, or he would hiss out other parts - indicating to Kazuhiko that he was truly bothered by the events in the courtyard.

The older man remains silent, nodding as he mulls over the new information. After a long pause, he looks at Kirishima thoughtfully.

“All we can do is keep an eye on the situation, if you want ,” Kazuhiko emphasizes the last phrase, looking to Kirishima expectantly.

“I don’t understand what you mean Boss…” Kirishima - a little bewildered - speaks slowly, and trails off at the end.

“I mean that, though I realize this Union would be beneficial to the family, is it beneficial to you ? Do you feel like you could be happy with Y/N ?” The Sakuragi Clan Head spoke clearly, holding the younger man’s gaze throughout his inquiries.

“I, uh, well…” Kirishima stammers, casting his eyes to the floor. He didn’t know how to respond.

Yes, of course she would make me happy, but…

“You have a choice too. If this isn’t what you want, then just tell me.” The Clan Head commands in a paternal tone. Like a father requesting that his child tell him the truth - no matter what the fallout may be.

“I’m not sure if it is or isn’t… I’m happy to get to know her, and she seems like the type of person who would make anyone happy… But I’m worried I won’t make her happy…” he’s unable to meet Kazuhiko’s gaze through his confession. Revealing his seldom shown vulnerable side. The self conscious Kirishima.

“Do you like her?” Kazuhiko asks bluntly - choosing to take the direct approach, rather than entertain Kirishima’s self doubt.

“I-I do. She’s not what I expected. I think she’s much better than any of my expectations actually…” he mused wistfully, a soft dusting of pink across his cheeks as he finally met his Boss’ eyes. Even through his perpetual shades, Kazuhiko could see the mist in his lieutenant's eyes.

“Then I have no doubt that you will find a way to make her happy,” Kazuhiko reassured him with a confident nod that rang of finality.

“As for the potential spy. Use your discretion - I trust that you will do what’s best. Utilize the men you trust most to handle this. There’s no way of knowing if they’re from our world or if they’re just some civilian. Keep me updated.” Kazuhiko’s authoritative tone had returned, ready to handle the issue at hand now that he was sure his Lieutenant’s heart was in it.

Kirishima thanks him, and gives a respectful, deep bow before exiting the room.

Turning down the hall, he beelines to find Sugihara, Takeuchi and Kanehira to dole out their marching orders.

Taking long strides down the corridor with his shoulders back, head held high, fists clenched, and jaw set so his sharp canines are on full display - he could easily be mistaken for a predator stalking through the shadows towards its unsuspecting prey.

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simpingforbots · 1 month ago

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I saw your Megatron (Transformers One) and Reader 5 parts story and that got me a crazy idea besides a fic i read called D-16 (Megatron) x Reader – The Creature From Another World by writeyouin, I thought you might be interested in.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59759053/chapters/152428813

Besides the IDW Megatron and EarthSpark Megatron (i never thought i would see the day we would get a megatron redemption or see him as anything besides a bad guy and that's why i love these versions, besides the sad fate of the IDW one).

And also a few romance manwhas i read and animes like The Devil Is A Part Timer Season 2 https://youtu.be/wSFY4ilNazw?si=JCwECRcwCs_-ASpK,

Buddy Daddies ( I always imagined what would happen if Rei met Megatron and reminded him of his father (for his personality and regarding a child like a heir) and himself (for lacking skills or knowledge regarding raising a kid and making her a target))

Hajime amd Myu from Arifureta season 2 https://youtu.be/VHX4CEX9Zow?si=LFex54C66ZqnG8Of

the Demon King and Daughter from Tis time for "Torture" Princess https://youtu.be/Md8mZnIqr30?si=qltk4YpZ9ev5kZc8

Ogino and Asusa from Cuticle Detective Inaba

https://youtu.be/Yp8R4lAoFKc?si=05MwfsbbvYC_vNa8

And The Yakuza's Guide To Babysitting

The events would be like after the events of that fic and the reunion after he learns she survived and was taken by Optimus could be like the ending of yours but with Megatron and oc relationship getting a bit strained due to her confronting him on his lies despite calling his faction Deceptions because he didn't want more decieve.

Overtime she bonds with Optimus but still misses and mourns D-16 and time after time upon seeing the friends turned enemies fight and the state of a war and planet gives her traumas and fears ( this oc could have bad experiences or heard stories about being in the middle of a warzone and the tragedy that follows).

It becomes worse when Quintessons kidnap her with Arachnid's aid and try to use her as an experiment of a cybertronian hybrid ( Like Dr Garaki's nomus from MHA and The Specials from the book series and Netflix film Uglies) to use against cybertronian, she becomes like a hybrid but retaining some human parts and functions which leads me to this part.

The Quintessons learned of human reproduction and , like Sanji's mom from One Piece, they tried to use her to breed the perfect warrior, in specific the leaders of the Autobots and Deceptions. ( YES, it had happened in fiction and real life that a mother carries two children with different fathers) But an alternative and first option could also be that she only gets Megatron's child as he was the one to kill Sentinel. They use a piece of his spark they got from him during an attack/ambush and merge it with her womb.

The Oc recognizes the parentage when reading the files and manages to get help signal and manages to get out for her child's sake when they planned to erase both her and the kids's consciousness/will. And she also set the place on fire and the rest was destroyed by Megatron in fury thinking they killed her and so did the Autobots. She leaves a message to both Optimus and Megatron apologizes for hiding that from them, confessing her reasons for leaving and also feelings from the memories they had together and to protect their children no matter what, even from themselves. Besides neither of the Transformers knew or had any experience or skills with raising children due to their kind reproducing differently than humans so the term of parents and family would be unknown to them.

She either keeps it for when they meet again or leaves it to someone to give it to them like Ratchet and Tarantulax ( a decepticon Nightshade befriended whose inventions weren't appreciated and only joined them to survive but now he wants to live and he could also get the courage to thanks to oc). They also send rations of Energon in secret to feed the children.

She didn't want her Sparkling (she called them that way) to be forced to choose sides between the people she loved and forced to fight and watch the world and people die. Even if she trusted Optimus it would be too much of a responsibility and she admitted he retained some naivety and insistence in her being safe with them, and Megatron would only see them as heirs to his empire and feared what he would do to them if they refused to join recalling their (toxic) relationship and doubt whenever D-16 still lived deep inside him. And if you choose the twins idea she also didn't want them to be separated or be forced into enemies or judged because of the nature of their birth.

She escapes to Earth in a pod and it takes her and the babies into sleep for years (kinda like Superman as it would take years from Cybertron), maybe by the time she arrived the war on Earth was in the brink of starting ( in EarthSpark Optimus said that they worked with the humans in the war for 30 years, Megatron did for 15 years). Either she slept through the Earth war or woke up a few years before it became intense and global. It was hard to raise her kids in secret and forge a new identity and appearance to hide herself, keep a job, homeschool the kids, and also keep the energon rations with Ratchet secret, it became even harder during the war as she grew a bit worried or paranoid as they moved frequently until they reached an secluded home.

Her aging was stopped or slowed because of her modifications and the babies also matured slowly due to their cybertronian half, by the time Megatron turned good they were in human terms and years 3-5 yrs old toddlers. For the baby i was thinking of a boy and girl twins or just a girl. They could be either near the same size as their mom if they took after Megatron in size. Turns out they can change from cybertronian to human form like Sari Sumdac or like Alice in the bayverse movies which helped them hide a bit. They can also change into vehicles ( if they were twins or how about one for land and another for a seeker).

How she and Megatron reunite could be that before arriving on Earth Megatron felt a feeling in his spark telling him something and he could still feel it even more after joining the Autobots, even having his former lover's memories of before and after the war in his dreams, but then he had dreams of her memories with the sparklings and he didn't know what they meant. The oc is either targeted by Mandroid or the Quintessons who found her or one of the Deceptions could have found evidence of their existence in old Quintesson files and decided to sue her life in bargain or revenge. Dorothy's squad arrived and along with Megatron and a reunion happened, but during the attack she fell into a coma and with Dorothy's help they put her in a safe place until she healed enough to wake up and take care of the children he never knew he had and making up for the time lost and the things their mother went through because of him afraid that it will also strain his chances of bonding with his sparklings.

Hello. HI.

I've heard and even read Creature from another World and must say i liked it. I m also thrilled to have any one send me any sort of request. but sadly i can't write something like you wish for. the idea is interesting, not gonna lie, i am just not that comfortable to write scenarios like this. I can write something more "soft" instead of Bearing his kids maybe OC could be modified with two bot's DNA or what ever in attempts to create a perfect weapon against Cybertronians, yet it would backfire as OC would choose to fight them and "Rip and Tear".

the oc lives out their life, or dies, during the beginning of the war. yes! they die by hands of one of decepticons, who was not spared and let's say after ions of war and coming to earth to see some human who LOOKS, ACTS and even SOUNDS like OC would be something uncanny to any one and especialy for Optimus or Megatron. yeas!!! i might write something like this in near future! thanks for the idea.

Thanks for the request any way, sorry if I can not satisfy it. Truly sorry.

#transformers #transformers one #writitng #answering

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that1geek06 · 6 months ago

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HEWO :)

Welcomee I am a writer (sort of) and I want to get more into it but I'm not very good, sooo posts will probably be minimal and one shots, I'm sorry 😭 BUT I would love requests I'm apart of a lot of fandoms so here are the rules and choicess

RULES:

~No smut requests, not that I find it disgusting I'm js not ready to write them and if I did it would probably be super shitty tbh

-Mostly male reader, depending on the request I can do female but I mostly want to indulge the gay thoughts ykyk

-NO OCS, these will be fanfics and x reader so everyone feels welcome and like they are apart of the story

-Not everything has to be romantic, I love found family tropes and all of that so kid/ teen reader is welcome but ONLY PLATONIC and that also includes doing ships with a kid reader (depending on the ship)

-No hate but commentary is more than welcome, if you see any ways I can improve or stuff I can change please message me, I want to get better

-BE NICE TO EVERYONE, I'm a dude, she's a dude, he's a dude, we're all dudes :)

-Any gender can read, I won't say only males or anything, js know if you identify as a female and you read a x male reader fic, that is exactly what you are doing

-AUs are welcomee, most of what I write probably won't be with the direct story lines

REQUESTSS:

MARVEL

JUJITSU KIESEN

CHAINSAW MAN

THE BREAKFAST CLUB

MY HERO ACADEMIA

DIVERGENT

THE DARKEST MINDS

LORD OF THE RINGS

PSYCH

LOVE AND MONSTERS

DESCENDENTS

ONCE UPON A TIME

DISNEY (Male versions included)

GOOD DOCTOR

CHICAGO MED

SUPERNATURAL

SPY X FAMILY

HARRY POTTER

THE YAKUZAS GUIDE TO BABYSITTING

BUDDY DADDIES

SERVAMP

SCREAM (1,2,& 3)

thats all I can think of atm (its 3am) if there's more I'll add it but also feel free to ask if I'm in a fandom your intoo

#guidelines #writer stuff #x reader #fanfic #first time #my writing #blog rules

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imjustasimpxd · 2 years ago

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Miscellaneous

This is a Masterlist which will include fics of random anime/show characters. This is for when I want to write for a specific character, however, don’t want to make a whole fandom Masterlist for that show.

One shots :

Series :

Something Old, Something New (Ken Sato x Fem reader)

Headcanons :

Smau :

Fandoms I am open to writing for : The Maze Runner, Avatar (the movies), Percy Jackson, Blue Lock, The Yakuza’s Guide to Babysitting, Spy x Family, Violet Evergarden, Life lessons with Uramichi oniisan,

Back to Main Masterlist

#REN’S Masterlist #REN’S info post #REN’S Writings #reblogs to my masterlists are okay! :)

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trueshellz · 2 years ago

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Marriage Contract

Summary: You've been forced into a marriage with the Demon of Sakuragi to pay off you father's debt...

Warnings: blasphemy, vaginal penetration, anal fingering, possessive behaviour, abuse (by father), forced marriage, smoking, drinking, spanking, biting, nipple play, female reader.

Standing in front of all these people, head bowed as you clenched your jaw and ignored what was happening around you feeling completely helpless. Your marriage to ‘The Demon of Sakuragi’ was supposed to be an ‘honour and joy to form an alliance between the families’. When in fact it was a way for your father to pay off his debts to the Sakuragi head, using you as collateral had simply cemented how little he cared for you and after years of abuse and tirade after your mother’s passing you completely understood your position in his life.

A pawn.

A chess piece to be used and bargained for.

A cattle to be sold to the highest bidder.

Nothing.

To your own father, you were nothing.

A sharp pinch in your side as you felt your father’s walking stick pulling you out of your self pity, looking up to see expectant faces waiting for your reply as you held back the cry of pain. He loved seeing the twisted expression on your face as he revisited the same wounds he inflicted on you before, his gaze was sharp as he looked at you. Taking a deep breath and forcing a smile on your face you turned to the minister who was officiating your marriage and nodded.

“Yes, I agree.”

Glancing across at him the first time you took in your new husband, as he spoke to his… friends? White shirt with his sleeves rolled up, his chain tattoo adorning both wrists and through the back of his shirt you could see the dark lines of more ink covering his skin. Sharp eyes watching you as you accepted hugs and words of congratulations, each sentence making the fake smile on your face wane until you were sure you were wearing your emotions on your face completely. You could see him walking to the family head, mouth moving but his gaze was fixated on you completely, moving around the crowd so he could see you clearly when you sat down to eat. You let out a small wince when you sat, the bruises from your father still sore and uncomfortable no matter how much salve you put on them and you were sure the semi-healed cut inside your cheek was going to open soon from all the smiling you were having to do.

The drive home was just as awkward, one of the lieutenants drove you to your new marital home, Kirishima was sat on the other side of the back sea staring out the window just like you were, every so often front the corner of your eye you saw him turn and look you up and down. The only sounds you could pick up were the thump of your heart and the rumble of the car, every so often the two of them would engage in small talk but you were too busy panicking about your first night alone with him to even figure out what they were saying. As the car stopped, you startled a little when he reached over and undoing your belt, you could smell the cigarettes he had been smoking earlier, the alcohol he had consumed at your wedding and an underlying scent you couldn't place. You nodded silently when he ordered you to stay in the car, long strides as he went around the car to open the door for you. His hand was gentle but firm as he helped you out of the car, no words as he guided you into the house and towards what you assumed was your shared bedroom.

“Bathroom’s through there, sleep where you want. I’ll be back later.”

The next few days were more of the same, you barely saw Kirishima even though you shared a bed. He would wake up before you and prepare his own breakfast, the kitchen would be tidy when you woke up and you would spend the day around the house until Kanami would come to see you and the two of you would go out for lunch with one of the guards. A few times you saw Kirishima as he went around town, he paid you little notice and to be honest, you felt more like a nuisance than his wife. From the little information you picked up from your family, he was known for being ruthless and harsh with everyone, picking fights with other families and, from what your dad had said, he was the one who dealt with your family’s debt.

In the afternoons, you would cook dinner and wait for him to come home, the meal would be silent and he would thank you before placing his hand on your head and leaving again. It was pretty much the only touch and interaction that you got from him, even if it was a bit stiff and stilted you were relieved that he hadn’t hurt you. Well, not yet anyway. There were stories about the way women were treated in this world, you had heard enough stories about mistreatment from fathers and husbands. Kirishima would return late, you would usually be asleep but once or twice he woke up when he climbed into bed. You felt the bed dip, the warmth from his body but he never once touched you. Keeping a good distance between you both in the king size bed, the one time you had turned and seen the dark ink trailing up his back, the designs made him look like an actual demon with the dark wings and scale-like designs covering his skin.

This evening you had just got out of the shower, dressed in a long t-shirt and some cotton shorts, you stood in front of the mirror and began drying your hair. The rumble of the hair dryer covering his footsteps, you hadn’t realised your husband was home until you smelt him again, felt his arms against your hips as he bracketed you against the dresser. Eyes slamming shut as you felt his chest against your back, his warm breath against your neck making you whimper. Then his fingers began trailing up and down your leg, stopping just at the hem of your shorts before repeating on the other side, you could feel calluses on his skin and what felt like plasters around a few fingers. The dichotomy of rough versus smooth made goosebumps rise on your skin, your mouth opening on a small gasp but you made sure you kept your eyes slammed shut.

“So… I was told that I was neglecting my little wife.”

His words ended on a small nip at the side of your neck, your fingers curled into the wood of the dresser. You felt his hand hold your chin, turning your face towards him as he spoke again. His chest was solid against your back, the hand not holding your face was not curled around your hip as he pulled you back against him again. The hard length of his cock was pressed against you, your eyes opened in shock and you saw him smirking at you. The ends of his lips curled up, sharp incisors peeking out as he let out a huff of laughter.

“K-kirishima?”

A tsk this time, using his body to push you backwards towards the bed until you landed with a small oomph on your back with him looming over you. His arms caging you in, legs bracketing yours as he held himself over you with a wide smirk. Your own hands had come up to hold him at a distance, placing them against the hard planes of his chest as you tried to push him away, but he simply lowered himself down until your hips were flush against each other. Fingers intertwined with yours as he held your hands above your head, not hard since you could still move around but enough to know that's where he wanted them. You tried to ignore the way your body reacted to him, each time he came around your father’s house you would watch him from the gaps in the stairs. You had seen how he treated your father, took delight in it even, hearing him shouting and beating up the man who was supposed to look after you but instead made your life hell.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

Tongue coming out to wet your lips, you watched as his eyes tracked the movement and then met yours. His pupils were blown wide, the smirk long gone instead a shocked expression on his face as he watched you readjust your position and then sigh. The way your chest rose, breasts rising and falling made his gaze drop below your chin where the neckline of the t-shirt had dropped a little and the swell of your breasts were visible. His hand in your hair was all the warning you got before his mouth descended on yours, hard and insistent as he growled against your lips. Tongue pushing past them as he angled your head to fit against his perfectly, your fingers had gone from pushing him away to holding him in place and you felt the steady thrum of his heart under your hands. His kiss matched his personality, while the sensation of his lips were soft and plush the way he kissed was rough and you were sure they would be swollen and bruised if he continued.

“Kirishima.”

Pulling away, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip Kirishima removed his glasses and ran his fingers through his hair. The blue locks falling into his eyes again when he leaned down and tilted your head to expose the line of your neck, attaching his lips here as he licked and sucked the sensitive skin there. You opened your mouth to call his name again, but you felt his fingers against the gusset of your underwear and quickly held his wrist in shock. Instead of stopping his ministrations, Kirishima slid his fingers under the fabric while staring at you intently and traced the wetness that was gathered there already releasing a noise of approval when you coated his long digits. Taking your mouth again, his finger slipped inside you slowly, one at first and then two, curling them slowly before pulling them out again.

“Say my name.”

“Ki-”

A sharp tap against your clit had you jerking in surprise, a gasp leaving your mouth when he shook his head.

“Ki-”

A whine this time when he held the nub of your clit between his finger and thumb, leaning down to bite your bottom lip before kissing you hard again. You frowned in confusion when he kept your clit hostage, the undeterred pressure on the most sensitive part of your body was making your legs shake, breath coming out in short pants as he rolled it side to side.

“Tooru?”

The grin was back, a low huff as he pushed two fingers inside you again with no preamble, your back arching against the intrusion when he curled them inside you and held them there. His other hand holding your shoulder in place as he took your mouth, the double assault as his tongue licked into your mouth had you gripping his arms and digging your nails in. His own cock was hard against your leg as you started to unbutton his shirt and pushed the fabric over his shoulders, your eyes widening when the room began to fill with the wet sounds of your body opening up to him as he mumbled against your lips.

“Such a good girl… my pretty li’l wife… fuck.”

The last word was low and long as he pulled away, watching the way your wet pussy swallowed his fingers as he thumbed and rubbed your clit before sitting back and shucking shirt off and pushing his fingers back in. You sat up on your elbows, watching the muscles in his arm dance with each thrust inside you, his gaze holding yours as he tugged your t-shirt up to expose your breasts. Nipples stiff with arousal, he pinched and pulled them until you were keening and grabbing his wrist, another chuckle from him as added another finger and moved so his mouth could reach between your legs. His shoulders holding your legs open, lips covering the sensitive nub as he sucked it hard until your back arched again, mouth open on a silent scream as you came.

A rustle of noise made you realise you had closed your eyes, opening then to watch your husband undress in front of you. You could see the ink in full now, watching the dark lines travelling up his arms and his back, his body lean but had muscle definition including the sharp lines leading down to his thick cock. The same hand that had been inside you, still glistening with your arousal and slick from your orgasm, was now stroking his hard length up and down. His body crowded yours as he climbed over you again and settled himself between your legs, your own hands tugging the t-shirt off so you were completely naked in front of him.

“Lookit you, darlin’.”

His eyes travelled up and down your body, hands caressing the newly exposed skin and thumbing your nipples again until he covered them with his mouth and bit them lightly, soothing the hurt with his tongue. Your fingers in his hair, holding him in place as he sucked on them, the sensation leading straight to you clit and even though you had just come you could feel the familiar tug.

“K-... Tooru… God, please.”

“Nothing religious about me, darlin’. It’s not God here, it's me.”

You hissed when the thick head of his dick pushed at your opening, whining low in your throat when he pressed on your lower stomach so you couldn't move. Your body opened up, widening when he passed the ring of muscle there and pressed into you in one thrust. His hips flush against yours, hands holding you in place as he growled low in his throat.

“It’s not God that's inside you right now.” You gasped when he pulled out, slamming back in with such force the air was knocked from your lungs. “It’s me.”

Lips meeting yours, his hand holding your jaw as he stole your breath and kissed you, his hips moving in small circles and grinding against your clit.

“It’s not God that’s going to cum inside you, is it? Hmm? I’m gonna fill up this little pussy with my cum over and over again.”

A loud gasp this time when he pulled out, the wide tip left inside you as he slammed in again, balls slapping against your ass.

“It’s not God who’s going to look after you, protect you and make sure no-one touches you again.”

This time you hissed, his fingers pressing into the fading bruises that were almost healed but the skin was still tender. Eyes widening at the murderous rage in his tone that contrasted the soft way he looked at you.

“It’s me.”

“Tooru, I-”

Holding both your hips this time as he started fucking in in earnest, his fingers digging into your flesh and making you shriek. Each thrust knocked the air from your lungs and had you turning your head to bite the pillow, eyes scrunched shut as he reached up to cup your breasts again and roll your nipples between his fingers. You reached down to rub your clit, easing the way for him to pound you like he seemed to want to do. You couldn’t control the sounds leaving your mouth, jaw dropping open as he turned your head to make you open your eyes and watch him on top of you, hands now braced on each side of your head giving him more leverage to get even deeper inside you.

“There’s my pretty li’l wife… my good girl. So fuckin’ good f’me.”

The last three words were accompanied with harsh thrusts until he suddenly pulled out and flipped you over, pushing a pillow under your hips and taking the flesh of his hands and gripping it before landing a sharp slap, noise echoing in the room. You turned to see him palming your ass again, holding you open as he dribbled spit on your ass and rubbing it into the virgin hole. Shifting so he sat between your legs, pushing his length into you again and bottoming out with a grunt, leaning over to kiss up your spine.

“You ok, darlin’?”

Your nod was all he needed to continue, hands coming onto the bed caging you in as he started slamming himself inside you again and again. The pillow swallowing your cries of pleasure, muting the pretty sounds he was drawing from you until the constant pressure against your g-spot had you coming around his dick. You heard him curse again behind you, another sharp slap on your ass as he sat back and palmed it again, you could feel the heated skin and hissed when he dug his fingers in.

“The only marks you should be wearing are ones you got from pleasure.”

You opened your mouth to question him, but the feeling of his thumb pressed against your puckered entrance had you moving up the bed. His low shush made you pause, you felt more spit being added as he rubbed small circles until he could push the tip in. The feeling hot and taboo all at once, being filled up from both ends made you want to clench up but his thumb made electricity shoot up your spine. Gasping when he started moving again, holding your shoulder so you had no choice but to take everything he was giving you. You heard him getting louder, the occasional grunt now low moans and curses as he rutted into you, then he somehow fucked you even harded and you could feel him get bigger inside you. One particularly hard thrust pushing making you shriek as he held himself inside you, grinding against the heated skin as his hips stuttered and he emptied himself inside you.

Heavy breathing filled the room, you let out a small noise when he pulled out of you and closed your eyes as you willed your heartbeat to return to normal. You hissed when you felt something wet between your legs, turning to see Kirishima wiping at you with a washcloth, reaching for it, you blushed when he simply glared at you. You felt the bed dip as he lay down, this time pulling you close and wrapping an arm around you so your head was on his chest, his heartbeat thrumming against your ears.

“I won’t let your father touch you again, darlin’. I couldn't protect you before, but I’ll be damned if I let anyone hurt you again.”

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sp00kworm · 2 years ago

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Sensei, Sensei

Pairing: Kirishima Tooru x Female Reader

Word Count: 3644

Warnings: Sexual Content, Unsafe sex, Closet Sex, Stranger Sex

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The summer air was warm against your skin as you walked along the pathways of the small city festival. This far out of the city, there wasn’t too many people walking around. It was far out, in one of the larger local parks, and you were glad to be away from the hustle and bustle for even just an evening. Thinking of the stress of your teaching job was enough to make your head hurt again. Children were difficult even when they were at their most well behaved. Snack time only did so much to sate twenty little humans, after all. You tried to ignore the idea as you looked over the skewers on a food stall. Most of it was seafood, and at least a quarter of it was seasoned squid, a favourite in the local area. There were far too many choices, and the stall owner sighed through his nose, forcing you to make a decision. One squid skewer in hand, and a few yen lighter, you headed past the rest of the food stalls and on towards the fun fair games, dodging the small children and couples, arm in arm, as you went. The last thing you needed was to knock over someone and have to spend time apologising, or worse, finding some kids parents because they were hurt.

It was as though the universe was laughing at you it seemed.

As you rounded the corner you slammed into someone. The little girl went flying, her red hair flopping over her face as she hit the floor with a soft thud. Her hands grazed the pebbles in the dirt, and you rushed to kneel down and get a good look at them. The girl’s large red eyes were watery, and you hushed her softly as you carefully brushed the grit from her grazes.

“I’m so sorry!” You rushed out before you reached for your handkerchief and a bottle of water. You wet the cloth before gently wiping her hands. Turning her palms back and forth, you were sure that she only had minor grazes. You sighed in relief.

“It’s okay, Miss…” The girl looked from her hands to your face, squirming uncomfortably before fresh tears dripped down her face, “A-Actually…I’ve lost Kirishima.”

“Kirishima?” You asked, “Is he your boyfriend?”

Her face went red, almost like a tomato, and the girl flapped for a moment before she shook her head vehemently, ‘no’.

A laugh made her startle, and you patted her head gently, “Sorry but you’re very sweet…ah, what is your name?”

The little girl pouted and sniffled before she wiped her eyes, “Yaeka.” She offered quietly.

“Well, Yaeka, how about I help you find Kirishima?” You offered before you wiped her face with the clean side of the handkerchief.

“You will?” Yaeka seemed to brighten a little as she took your hand and stood up.

You dusted her knees gently before taking her hand firmly. It wasn’t the safest place for a child to be running around.

“Of course, I will! I can’t leave you here all alone…” You leaned in conspiratorially to whisper into her ear, “I’ve heard the fish monger is a goblin in disguise! You might get on his nerves!”

Yaeka startled, and looked over at the man, “Really?” She whispered.

“Oh yes. He’s even more upset because of the man who ruined the carnival game earlier!” You told her before pointing towards the exit where the seating area was.

“That was Kirishima!” She told you, her eyes bright with glee, “He told the man his game was bad! And he won me a big bunny!”

“Oh, so that was Kirishima? I bet he’s really cool, huh?” You asked with a smile.

Yaeka nodded her head as she followed you towards the benches, “Uhuh. I want to be as nice as Kirishima is one day.” She told you, her face red with embarrassment. You could only chuckle. It seemed as though she liked this man a lot.

The seating area was relatively full, and you hummed, looking around before you asked Yaeka if she could spot Kirishima anywhere.

“No.” She pouted, upset, “I can’t see him anywhere.”

You thought for a moment before kneeling down, “How about you get on my shoulders, that way you might be able to point him out to me?”

“Maybe…” Yaeka nodded, “He’s very tall so we might be able to spot him.” She told you as she sat on your shoulders, peering around in the gloom.

“Where did you last see him?” You asked as you set off through the tables, “That might help us find him.”

Yaeka hummed, thinking as she glanced around, “I lost him on the hill…” She mumbled.

“Oh? Where the flavoured ices are?” You asked her. Yaeka nodded in response, and you turned to head towards the stalls again.

“Little Lady!”

Yaeka’s head whipped in the direction of the call, and you turned slowly, following her gaze along the top of the small grass hill.

“Little Lady! I told you not to run off.” The man called as he trotted down the hill, his blue hair flopping over his glasses. He smirked when he spotted you as well, his eyes giving you a once over, in a way which made you feel small. Within a few seconds, you knew he had a grasp on how much of a threat you were. He was tall, as Yaeka said, and he scooped her off your shoulders quickly before plonking her on the floor by his feet.

“Who is this, Little Lady?”

“Ah, this lady helped me find you, Kirishima!” She told him as he gripped her hand tight.

“Oh, did she?” Kirishima hummed as he offered his hand, lamely, “Then thanks. I was worried sick about her.”

You took a breath before you dared to take his hand, and his grip was strong as he shook your hand with his own. His palms were rough and calloused, and you swallowed at the peak of thick, black tattoos out of the bottom of his shirt.

The crisp outfit made you reconsider. The tattoos were the second give away, and you felt ice water run down your back as the pieces connected in your head. Yakuza. Kirishima smirked as your brain clicked into place, and he let your hand go before turning, Yaeka in hand, and waving.

“Thanks for finding her. The boss would have killed me for real this time if something happened to her.” Kirishima yawned as he walked away.

“Boss? You’re not her father?” You asked meekly.

Kirishima turned, his blue eyes flashing behind his glasses. There was a churning delight at the torture behind the glass lenses, though he would deny it if Sugihara asked him.

“No. I’m her babysitter.” Kirishima drawled before he cracked the fingers in his hands, “And if you have a problem with that then…”

“No!” You jumped in before smiling awkwardly, “I just think its…Well at least Yaeka has someone to come to this with, even if her father can’t make the time himself.”

Kirishima took a moment to look you up and down again before his fanged smile was back, his head churning with possibilities, “Say, Little Lady? How about we invite your new friend over for dinner as a ‘thank you’ gift?”

Yaeka looked up with delight on her face, “Would Papa be okay with it?” She asked.

“Leave your old man to me.” Kirishima chuckled, “But how about we exchange numbers then?”

Your guts churned, telling you it was a bad idea, “Sure.” You replied still, opening your phone to type in Kirishima’s number despite the uneasy feeling he radiated. You let him type his number in and scowled at the silly rose on the end of it before Yaeka interrupted your train of thought.

“Thank you for helping me, miss.” She bowed and smiled.

“You’re most welcome, Yaeka.” Your heart melted a little, but it was quickly put back together as Kirishima laughed and smirked between the two of you.

“How cute, Little Lady, you have a new friend!” He teased her.

Yaeka huffed, pouting before she took his hand and dragged him up the hill, ignoring his jabs at her blush before they were both out of sight and blended back into the crowds of the festival.

A message the next day came to you while the children were on lunch. You looked up from your marking to check your phone. The message was from Kirishima.

‘The boss has invited you for dinner.’

Short. It was almost rude in its tone, and you scowled at the screen before it beeped again.

‘Its Kirishima by the way. Dinner is at seven. Looking forwards to seeing you again, teacher lady.”

You couldn’t think of a reply which didn’t sound rude, so instead, you replied with a confirmation and went back to eating, shovelling rice into your mouth around marking the workbooks you had left to get through. Another text message popped through at the end of lunch, but you ignored it as you put away your lunch boxes and headed out into the yard to go and collect your class. The phone, left on silent, continued to buzz, unknowingly, in the bottom of your bag, for the rest of the afternoon as you taught, and eventually finished for the day. You only looked again as you finished, packing your marking to take home over the weekend. Your phone lit up with the notifications. You had twelve messages, all from Kirishima. The man had messaged you at least twice an hour since lunch time, and you blinked at the innate, random messages, and the mess of fanged emojis before replying that you would see him later on.

‘Finally, you respond.’

Kirishima snarked a few more messages as you continued to ignore him. With a scoff, you left his messages unread as you debated not showing at all. The family were no doubt dangerous and notorious, but you had to pay your respects to Yaeka’s true father. He had invited you, so it would be rude to ignore his request. You sighed as you got home and laid your marking on your table. Looking over the books, you sighed, knowing you needed to finish it before you went out for dinner. Another job to do. With a large sigh, you went to get a drink, get changed, and get started on the marking before you had to go to dinner. You cracked your arms and threw your blanket over your shoulders as you collected your pens, and got started marking the maths workbooks, dreading the buzzing noise of your phone in your bag.

Kirishima’s harassment halted in the evening, and you marked your books without any hassle before you rushed to get showered and changed into something more formal. There was only enough time to quickly get ready and you headed out a little late to get to the residence that Kirishima had messaged you. You arrived in the area, looking at the men stood outside, their jackets hiding the leather harnesses strapped to them. Guns and knives were no doubt hidden beneath the fabric, and you had no will to find out. Instead, you avoided looking the men in the eyes as you headed to the gate, raising a fist to knock. One of them lit his cigarette before he stopped your fist with his palm and a sneer.

“What are you doing here?” He asked as he blew smoke out of the side of his mouth.

“Uh…I’m here to see...” You struggled to remember the name of Yaeka’s father, floundering under the man’s intense gaze before he was shoved away from you.

“She’s here to see the boss, Hiruguma, so keep your hands off.” Kirishima snarked as he pushed open the gate for you, dressed in trousers and a shirt, but this time he had a navy tie and a black suit jacket on as well.

There was a brief moment where you registered just how handsome Kirishima was. His hair was properly styled, his glasses polished and his eyes cold and sharp. He almost seemed like a mobster out of a cheesy romance movie. His blue eyes turned down and you flinched as he smirked and nodded his head for you to enter first.

“After you, teacher.” Kirishima teased, delighted at the scowl he got in return as you stepped through the gate and onto the grounds. The yakuza lacky followed you with a smile, unsettlingly quiet as he directed you through the well-kept gardens towards the large traditional house. It was enormous. The whole complex screamed wealth, and you kept in mind the potential shady business they were involved with as Kirishima opened you the door to the house itself.

“You look lovely tonight.” He told you, out of the blue, as you stooped to take off your shoes in the entranceway.

A flash of red took over your vision before you turned, clad in the slippers and snarled at him, “Thank you for telling me for the fiftieth time, Mister Kirishima.” You snapped, “Its not like your provocative messages and constant harassment of me in working hours didn’t tell me that much!”

“Oi, oi,” Kirishima frowned, “What’s with the anger? I was just interested in what you do and get up to!” He tutted, “I can’t let just anyone meet with Yaeka and the Boss, you know.”

“What? So, harassing me all day was to make sure I wasn’t going to hurt your precious criminal leader?!” You fumed before you took a step forward and thumped the man in the chest, “Why would I help a little girl find you if I was going to do something to her! Use your damn brain you…” You jumped as Kirishima’s lips cut you off. The man kissed you, his long, strong hands wrapped around the bottom of your back, cupping the arch as you leaned into him and kissed back, taking the opportunity to run your own hands over his shoulders and down his spine.

Kirishima made a soft noise before he pulled away, fangs poking out of the bottom of his top lip as he licked away your combined spit. He looked at you, admiring the bruised cushion of your bottom lip before he grinned and dragged you by the hand into the side corridor of the house, pulling you along behind him.

“And here I thought you hated me, teacher.” Kirishima teased as he dragged you into a utility room. He shut the door with a slam of one large hand and slid you up against the wall, his jacket already off his shoulders as he teased the band of your bottoms, tugging the fabric gently as he crowded your space and sent your head spinning. He smelt of heavy cologne and the undertone of metal. He was dangerous, and you snapped your palms up in front of you, stopping him from pressing his front to yours as he leaned in for another bruising kiss.

“Ah?” He asked, perplexed, “What’s wrong? Ah, did I misread this whole thing because…”

“Shut up.” You hissed at him before you dragged him down by the tie, kissing him again, “You’re infuriating but…handsome and…”

“Say no more, I get the idea.” Kirishima preened under the praise and compliments before he leaned back in to continue where you both left off.

A rush of blood to your head led your hands down to the bottom of his shirt. You tugged his shirt out of his bottoms, hiking the cotton up his hard stomach so you could get a feel at his skin. He was hot, almost clammy, but you ignored it as you meandered back down to the button on his trousers, undoing it. Kirishima’s eyes opened before he looked down and smirked, tugging his trousers open for you to have a feel before he had his hands up your skirt and between your legs, feeling the hot skin.

“Gosh, teacher, you’re wet down there.” Kirishima purred as he stroked his fingers over your panties, enjoying the way you gasped before he dipped a finger underneath the elastic and swiped at you, feeling the wetness cling to the tip of his finger. You gasped and moaned softly before Kirishima’s other hand came up to silence you.

“Careful…” He purred, “You don’t want anyone to hear you, do you?” He hummed, “Unless you want them to find us? I never knew a teacher could be such a pervert.”

With a shuddering breath you shoved the man down a little, “Shut it, Kirishima or I swear I’ll…”

The abusive poison you had lined up left your mind as Kirishima got on his knees, his cock straining at his underwear where his trousers were open, but his eyes focused on you above him. He smiled before he licked his lips and ducked his head under your skirt, dragging your tights and your underwear down far enough so he could fit himself between your thighs. You gasped as his fingers gripped the meat of your thighs, dragging you against the wall before he blew a warm breath over your heated, sensitive skin. You tried not to moan as he rumbled against your thigh, trembling with anticipation before he drew back far enough that he could look you in the eyes.

“Thank you for the meal.” He whispered against your skin before he plunged his face between your legs, his tongue pressing between your folds, dragging upwards to circle your clitoris. With a breathy moan, you grasped Kirishima’s hair, and pressed your hips forwards as he teased your clit and pushed his fingers inside of you, slowly, one a time, stretching you open.

“You’re so tight.” Kirishima hummed as he rolled your skirt and got you to hold it out of the way. You bit your lip as he looked you in the eyes and dragged his tongue over you, the flat of it pressing against as much skin as he could get. He reached your clitoris again and swirled a few times before he drew the flesh into his mouth and sucked, gently at first, then harsh, in a vicious pull of his cheeks.

“Kirishima…” You moaned as you dragged his blue hair out of place. The man didn’t respond, instead he pushed two fingers inside of you again, pinning you to the wall as his assault made your toes curl. The slippers on your feet fell off as you moaned against your hand, bucking against Kirishima’s face before he grumbled and pulled away. Your orgasm fizzled away, and you moaned, upset as Kirishima stood up, his knees cracking before he had you against the wall again. He pinched your cheeks together before he smiled, his slick chin shining in the dim light of the bare bulb of the utility room. With a purr he kissed you, his tongue stroking your own, allowing you to have a taste of yourself. It was sour against your tongue, but not disgusting, the taste hidden by the taste of cigarette and mint in Kirishima’s mouth.

“Are you gonna…” You started before Kirishima covered your mouth. Footsteps clicked past the door, along with the gruff voices of several other members. Two stood outside the door, having a hushed conversation, and you squirmed in upset. Kirishima smirked before he spread your legs again and sucked a mark on your neck. With a brush of his hand, he had his cock in his hand and slid it inside of you, guiding it before he kissed you again, keeping you silent as his length slid, slowly inside of you, brushing the sensitive spot inside of you that made your head swim.

Kirishima’s lip went white as he bit it, stifling his own noise as he bottomed out, pressed flushed against your hips, his cock twitching inside of you. The rush from potentially being caught, and the feeling of Kirishima’s hot cock inside of you made your stomach clench and your walls flutter in a rush of a soft orgasm, and you moaned into his mouth as you clenched your thighs and tried to ride his dick. He groaned softly into your hair at the feeling before he grabbed your hips and started a soft rhythm, careful not to make too much noise. It didn’t take the two men outside long to walk away, leaving the hallway beside you quiet.

“You’re a real pervert, aren’t you, teacher?” Kirishima cooed before he started to thrust in earnest, his hips slapping against yours as he chased his own high, desperate for it as you clenched around him again. He watched as you dumbly rubbed between your own legs, swiping at your clitoris fast enough to build another orgasm.

“Are you going to cum?” Kirishima asked as he squeezed your backside, “Are you going to be quiet?”

You nodded, feeling the fluttering of your walls as Kirishima grinned, thrusting harder as he chased his own high, “Please Kirishima. I wanna cum…” You whispered against his ear as you moaned softly, hushing yourself with your palm again as you pinched your clit and flinched, your orgasm washing over you. Kirishima swore as you clenched tight and rushed to pull out as his cum painted the insides of your thighs, coating your tights and underwear. He panted as he admired the look, watching the pearly rivulets run over your skin and drip onto the floor. You moaned softly as he pulled your underwear back up and scowled as he laughed.

“Think you’re ready for the dinner party, teacher? Or would you like round two?” He teased before you smacked your elbow against his ribs.

“Shut up, Kirishima or so help me I’ll…” You threatened as you straightened your skirt.

“You’ll give me a kiss and promise to call me?” Kirishima batted his eyelashes.

“Something like that…” You muttered as he laughed at you.

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maerinhearts · 2 years ago

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Apprehensive

It's your three month anniversary with Kirishima Tooru, the man of your dreams. Nothing beats spending quality time together...

Warnings: fem!bodied reader, mentions of previous bad sexual encounters (it doesn't go into detail), slight choking (like once), creampie, overstimulation

Word Count: 7,800+

Smut is below the cut.

MDNI pleaseeee, for the love of everything good on this earth.

A/N: I'm proud of the plot on this one, not too proud of the smut, so please be nice :')

There might be actual hearts in your eyes as the waitress sets your plate of food down in front of you. As if on cue, your stomach growls. You had been waiting for this meal all week. Not just because of the fancy restaurant you were in and the delicious food you were about to scarf down, but because of the man currently sat across the table from you. You glance up to look at him but find that the waitress is now setting his food down in front of him, leaning over a little too far, low cut shirt doing the bare minimum to hide the swell of her breasts from the entire restaurants gaze.

You feel your eye twitch at that, suddenly feeling possessive. When she asks if you guys need anything else, she directs the question at him, as if you weren’t even there. This happened quite often on dates with him. You found the waitresses would unabashedly flirt with him in front of you, it never bothered you before. You know your boyfriend is hot, but for some reason this waitress was getting under your skin. Perhaps it was because even you could tell she was beautiful, anyone with eyes could see that.

“Sweetheart?” he calls out, covering your hand with his on the table. “Did you need anything else from the waitress?”

Your eyes move from his hand on yours to the waitress who was sneering down at you. You knew this was his way of subtly putting her in her place. After all, he would never purposefully hurt a woman. If you were being honest with yourself, you wished he would go off on her and not hold back.

Pushing the feeling aside, you force the sweetest smile you can muster up for her. “No, thank you. I’m okay for now,” you answer and with a roll of her eyes, she leaves your table.

You let out a small sigh as his hand leaves yours and pick up your utensils to dig into your meal, finally. You grumble to yourself as you stir your food around to pick up your first bite, annoyed at the waitress for hitting on your boyfriend and annoyed at your boyfriend for not telling said waitress off.

“Are you alright?”

You glare at your boyfriend across the table and shove a spoonful of food into your mouth.

“No,” you say around your mouthful of food. You swallow. “Why do you have to be so hot?”

He bursts out laughing at you, covering his mouth with his elbow so he doesn’t disturb the whole restaurant. Your glare deepens as you continue eating and he continues laughing.

“Where did that come from?” he finally asks you, still slightly laughing. His face is dusted with a pretty pink blush, obviously affected by your strange way of complimenting him.

You set your silverware down with a huff. “Every restaurant we go to, the waitresses and hostesses are always throwing themselves at you. It’s annoying.”

He quirks an eyebrow up at this. “Well, I’m only interested in you,” he states matter-of-factly.

You feel your face heat up and you snatch your silverware back off the table. “I know,” you grumble before taking another bite of your food.

The both of you continue eating, conversation flowing between you naturally. You found your cheeks starting to hurt from smiling so much, but you were happy to be here and celebrating your three-month anniversary with him.

“I was thinking we could watch a movie on my couch after dinner?” you suggest as the both of you finish up your meals.

“I can think of doing something better after dinner,” he offers, not looking at you, eyes trained on his meal as he picks up another bite of his food.

You glance up at him, puzzled yet intrigued on what he thinks could be better than cuddling on the couch and spending time together. “What’s that?” you ask, frowning.

“You.” He’s making direct eye contact with you now.

Your eyes widen, surprised, and you avert your gaze, face heating up at his comment. You grumble to yourself as you take another bite of food. When you steal a glance up at him again, he has an eyebrow raised, waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know if I’m ready,” you mumble, mainly to yourself. You wanted to be with him, in every way possible. He was being incredibly patient with you as well. Here you were, at your three-month anniversary dinner. It was the longest any man had stuck around in almost five years. You were thankful for him.

“I’ve got all the time in the world for you,” he replies sincerely, voice soft.

You’re too anxious to look up at him, so you keep your gaze down, butterflies erupting in your abdomen at his admission. “Good,” you say lightheartedly, cutting into your entrée again, “because we might be elderly by the time we do it.”

Tooru chuckles at that, shaking his head before going back to his meal.

When you finish eating, you set your utensils on the empty plate and push it to the center of the table. It’s silent for a second as Tooru finishes up his meal as well.

“You know,” you start as you pull your phone out of your bag to check the time. “No guy has ever made me cum during sex before.”

Across from you, he begins choking on his last bite of food, coughing to try to dislodge whatever got stuck in his throat. The topic was still on intimacy, right? What you said wasn’t too far off what the conversation was about, was it? Also, isn’t it normal for a girl to not cum? To not really enjoy it?

You feel your face heat up in embarrassment as Tooru pounds his chest with his fist before chugging his water. He covers his face with one hand as you pull your phone up to cover your own face, body sliding down in your chair to shield yourself.

He couldn’t stop the smile that was threatening the corners of his mouth. It was like you had dumped gasoline on a small flame within him, the flame that desires only you. He could feel his body heating up. He could feel his competitive nature begin to rise. He was holding back on intimacy for your sake. You had confided in him about some past sexual encounters, so he vowed to take things as slow as you wanted. It killed him. He wanted to touch you so bad. He began leaving lingering touches, lingering kisses. Fingertips pressing into your waist a second longer than usual. Lips hovering over yours after a quick kiss. Hands holding your delicate face long enough to commit every single one of your features to his memory.

And now, after you said such a daring thing in a restaurant full of people, he couldn’t wait to get you underneath him, to make you cum as many times as your body could handle.

He slowly lowers his hand to his lap, fisting the fabric of his slacks in both hands to keep himself from dragging you right out of this restaurant without paying.

You peak around your phone at him to find him staring at you with a heated gaze, eyes alight behind his glasses. You sit up in your seat again, leaning forward to rest your elbows on the table as you quirk an eyebrow at him.

“What-”

Before you can finish, his hand darts across the table to grab your chin and pull you closer to him. One of your hands wraps around his wrist as the other tries to find purchase on the table. He leans close, lips a breath away from yours.

“I’ll make you cum until you can’t anymore,” he promises, voice soft and husky. You gulp as his words head straight to your core and you clench your thighs together. Never before had he been so bold with you. His touches were always gentle, always fleeting. But this…

His fingers loosen from around your chin and move to caress your cheek before he presses a soft kiss against your mouth. You’re too shocked to react and kiss him back, frozen in your seat wondering why the hell that was so hot.

Like she was put on this Earth to interrupt you, the waitress comes by to ask Tooru how things are going. He sweetly asks for the check and, before you know it, he is pulling you from the booth and holding your coat out for you to put on. You’re like a robot on autopilot as you shove your arms into the coat, and he fixes it on your shoulders.

You don’t remember the last time a man had turned you on that easily, that quickly or that much. If you had to guess, never, probably. You had gotten turned on before while kissing him, body and mind so incredibly touch starved that it just felt good to have his hands on you in any type of way. In fact, the last time the two of you were making out, he had to pull himself away and off of you. You had rolled your hips up against his, eager for more friction, but the way your body trembled beneath him had him on edge. He had parked himself on the edge of your bed facing away from you, shaking hands fisted into the fabric of his pants as he took deep breaths.

You had wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind him, placing your chin in the crook of his neck. You waited until he explained to you that if you were still shaking that much, it meant you weren’t ready. He couldn’t do that to you even if you had asked and, funny enough, you were about to ask. You remember feeling relieved when he left that night. Relieved that he had pulled himself away because, in reality, you really weren’t ready.

And you had avoided him like the plague after that. Coming up with excuses to not see him because you were so embarrassed. Lucky for him, he caught on to what was going on pretty quickly and, after two weeks of avoiding him, he came by on a day he knew you were off work and knocked on the door. Unannounced. You opened the door without hesitation, expecting your best friend to be on the other side, ready to lecture you for avoiding Tooru… Again.

“For the last time, Yuki,” you began yelling as you turned the doorknob, “Kirishima probably doesn’t want to see me-” Your sentence had come to a full stop at the sight of who was actually on the other side of the door. “Anyway…” you finish, voice soft.

His look of pure annoyance was enough to make anyone run for the hills, and you had tried to make yourself look as small as possible under his gaze. After all, he was the Demon of the Sakuragi Family.

“Don’t put words into my mouth, Y/N,” he said through gritted teeth.

You had averted your gaze as tears welled up in your eyes. And just as you were about to fall to your knees in front of him to beg him not to leave you, he caught your body in his arms and crushed you to his chest. That’s when you knew that he was different.

“And it’s Tooru to you,” he had told you softly before he tightened his arms around you.

The memory of that night fades as you feel warmth on your thigh. You turn your gaze from the passing scenery outside the car window to the hand that was laying palm up on your thigh. You glance up at Tooru whose gaze was still on the road. When you look down, he wiggles his nimble fingers at you wordlessly. Understanding what he wants, you place your hand in his, threading your fingers together with a small smile. He holds you tightly, bringing your hand up to kiss the back.

“Go on in without me,” Tooru says as you get out of the car at your apartment. He pulls his cigarettes from his pocket, taking one and putting the cancer stick between his lips. He goes to light it but stops when he notices you glaring at him. “What?” The cigarette bounces between his lips at the word.

“When are you going to stop smoking?” you ask him, glare deepening. “It’s bad for you, you know.” You cross your arms at him.

He sighs, slipping his lighter back into his pocket and taking the cigarette from his mouth between his index finger and thumb, still unlit. He steps closer to you, and you just tilt your head back to maintain eye contact with him, still glaring. With his free hand, he tilts your chin back more with his index finger, eyes darting all around your face. With his thumb, he traces your bottom lip delicately. You can feel your glare falter as he leans down, warm breath fanning over your face.

“If I got to see your pretty face every day, it would be easy to quit,” he murmurs, voice hanging between the two of you in the cold air. He kisses your forehead. “But I don’t,” he says playfully as he steps back, pulling his lighter back out from his pocket. “So, I smoke because I have to deal with a bunch of meatheads every day.” He lights the cigarette, inhaling the tobacco and blowing it out to his side, away from you. “Not to mention, my partner is a knucklehead.” He taps the butt of the cigarette and ashes fall to the ground.

You glare at him again. “Don’t talk about Sugihara like that, Tooru,” you scold.

“It’s true!” he argues as he blows out another puff of smoke.

“Sugihara is an angel,” you tell him. “He does everything you tell him to without complaining! You don’t even have to do any of the leg work when you guys patrol together!”

He raises an eyebrow at you as he pulls another drag from his cigarette, turning to blow it to his side again. “Oh?” he starts before he takes the last drag of the stick and throws it to the ground, stepping on it to put it out as he steps closer to you again. “If he’s such an angel-” He comes toe to toe with you, hand coming up to squish your cheeks together, lips pushing out. “-why don’t you date him instead, hmm?”

You glare up at him, hand coming up to wrap around his wrist, the other fisting into the front of his exposed shirt. “I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it,” you tell him around your squished face.

He grins wickedly. “Then who do you want to be with, pretty girl?” he murmurs, voice thick. “Go on, tell me who you want.”

Your breath catches in your throat as heat pools in the pit of your stomach again, butterflies racing through your chest. What was with you today? Why did he have this much of an effect on you?

He releases your face, hand skimming along your skin as it finds it’s place on the back of your neck, thumb firmly pressed on the underside of your jaw. You fist both hands into the front of his shirt now, unconsciously pulling him flush against you, lips a heartbeat away from each other. So close that your next words are spoken into his mouth.

“You,” you breathe. “I want you.”

“That’s my girl,” he whispers, lips brushing against yours at the action before he firmly presses his mouth into yours.

You swallow a groan as his free arm finds its way into your open jacket and around your waist, pressing you tighter against him. His tongue glides across your bottom lip, but instead of you opening your mouth to him, you press your lips together and giggle as he pulls back to look at you with an annoyed face.

He lifts his head away from you, falling back to look at the sky before he sighs and presses his lips against your forehead. “Let’s go inside,” he says, grabbing your shoulders and turning you around towards the door. “It’s cold.”

You can’t help the giggle that bubbles up in your chest as he pushes you into your apartment, grumbling to himself as he takes his shoes off by the door before he helps you take your coat off and hangs it in your closet. You pad through your apartment to the kitchen as Tooru hangs his coat up next to yours. It was the weekend, at least, so he planned on staying over at your place tonight. It isn’t the first time he is staying with you, but the electricity in the air as he breezes past you to your bathroom is new.

It sends a chill up your spine and you grip the bottle of wine you pulled from your fridge a little harder, turning to look at the empty space he left when he walked past you. You take a deep breath to ground yourself before reaching for the wine glasses you bought especially for this occasion. You surprise yourself by finding that your hands are steady, and you silently celebrate as you pour the wine, a smile stuck on your face. You had been mentally preparing for this dinner. He had planned the dinner himself for your anniversary, but the week leading up to this, you prepared yourself to finally take the leap. To finally be his in every way possible. To finally let him have you.

His words from before haunted you: “If you’re still shaking this much, you aren’t ready.” It never dawned on you before that your shaking was your anxiety surrounding being intimate. Sure, you were anxious about what might happen tonight, but the excitement you felt outweighed the anxiety. You were ready.

“Hmm? What are you smiling about?”

You nearly jump out of your skin at Tooru’s voice, surprised to find him standing in front of you with an eyebrow raised, glasses gone.

“N-nothing,” you mumble, turning your face away as it heats up and taking a drink of your wine.

“Is this for me?” he asks as he picks up the other glass of wine you prepared.

“Yes,” you reply. “I picked it out especially for tonight.” You turn back to face him, giddy to see what he thought of your favorite wine.

Considering Tooru wasn’t much of a wine drinker (he was more of a liquor guy), you were excited to see his reaction. He swirls the liquid around in the glass, something he had seen people do in movies, before he peers over the top of the glass to look at its crimson contents. He frowns before bringing the glass up and smelling it.

You knit your eyebrows together as you feel your eye twitch. Leave it to Tooru to check out every aspect of the wine before even attempting to touch the glass to his mouth. As if to annoy you even more, he pulls the glass away from his face and grabs up the bottle.

“Let’s see what this flavor is…” he murmurs as he regards the bottle in his hand. “Ah, a sweet red wine?”

You’re glaring at him now in between sips from your own glass. You’re about to kick him in the shins when he finally sets the bottle down and brings the brim to his lips.

You find yourself leaning forward in anticipation. He takes some of the wine into his mouth, swishing its contents around with a thoughtful, but pleased look. Then he swallows. And as the wine makes its way down his esophagus, he grimaces.

“Dry,” he states and sets the glass back onto the counter.

You hang your head in annoyance, not wanting him to see how his reaction affected you. But then your face is being tilted up and his lips are on yours in an instant. You gasp in surprise and his tongue delves into your open mouth. He swipes his tongue across yours quickly before pulling back and licking his lips.

“Tastes sweet on you,” he decides.

You’re too stunned to react as Tooru turns on his heel and flops onto your couch just ten feet away. Butterflies erupt across your chest again as you feel heat pool into your underwear. You quickly turn to face the counter and down the rest of your glass in one drink as your face heats up. Seriously, what is up with these reactions of yours tonight? It can’t be just you that is getting turned on by the dumbest things… right? You look over your shoulder to look at the man that is currently manspreading in your space.

Even that was hot!

You quickly turn back around to take a couple deep breaths.

“What did you want to watch?” he calls out to you.

You turn back around to face him. “Whatever you want,” you reply. “I’m going to go put some pajamas on.”

He watches your every move as you pass him to enter your bedroom. You close the door and lean back against it. You weren’t sure how much longer you could last without pouncing him, but you were determined to get through at least one movie with him before getting him into your bed under the premise that it was bedtime. It was already pretty late after all.

You hold the nightgown you chose specifically for tonight in your hands. It was a low cut, spaghetti strap gown. The hem stopped mid-thigh and it was lace trimmed. The neckline did little to hide your cleavage, especially with no bra. It was pretty much skintight, but the slit that ran up your left leg gave you just enough room to breathe. You look at yourself in the mirror and can’t help the small laugh that escapes your lips as your eyes land on the small bow that was nestled in between your breasts. Almost like it was taunting. You turn yourself slightly in the mirror to get a look at the whole gown.

“Alright,” you say to yourself. “I can do this.” You put your feet back into your slippers and take a deep breath before opening your bedroom door.

You make your way back to your living room with a newfound determination.

“I put on your favorite,” he mentions without looking at you, eyes trained on the TV as the opening to Tarzan plays.

As you walk around the couch to your designated spot beside him, he glances up at you for the first time. His eyes widen as he takes in what you are wearing, caught off guard at the barely there nightgown you had chosen. It wasn’t much different from what you normally wore, he guesses. He tries not to read too much into it as you plop yourself beside him on the couch and press yourself into his side. He’s almost too scared to touch you that he doesn’t move his arm from the back of the couch.

You don’t make a comment about it. Instead, you thank him for putting on your favorite movie and thus begins the one hour and twenty-eight minutes of torture you have to endure to wait for bedtime.

Tooru isn’t fairing much better beside you. His eyes haven’t left the TV since the movie started and his left hand was now gripping the cushion of the back of the couch so tight that his fingers were beginning to hurt. Luckily, he had changed into some baggie sweatpants, and he had used his free hand to cover his half-hard erection with the baggie tee shirt he was wearing as well, so you had no idea the effect your little get up had on him. He wasn’t entirely sure what to think about it all. He couldn’t tell if you had done this on purpose or if your motives were innocent. Either way, he was scared of what he might do once he gets into your bed for the night. He thinks he might not be able to stop himself.

As for you, your heart was beating so loud in your chest that you were glad yours and Tooru’s positions weren’t switched. You were on edge and kind of glad he wasn’t touching you. You feared how you might react if his hands were on you. You could wait. You could definitely wait. You wanted this to be special…

And so when the end credits finally roll, you find yourself jumping off the couch a little too quickly, announcing that you were going to brush your teeth and wait for him in bed. As you skip off, Tooru balances his elbows on his knees and drops his face into his hands. What was he going to do? He knew that if he got into bed with you looking like that, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. Maybe if he laid facing away from you…

Yes, that’s it. He’ll just lay facing away from you.

When he finishes brushing his teeth, he walks around your place to shut everything off and double check the locks on the door. He closes your blinds and curtains before making his way to your dark bedroom, finding you exactly where you said you would be.

You had been staring up at the ceiling for the last 10 minutes listening to him shuffle about your apartment like he normally did when he stayed over. He always turned everything off for you before getting into bed. A man’s job, he had told you once.

Your room was small, your bed pressed up against two walls in the corner of the room. When Tooru stays over, you sleep closest to the wall so Tooru could sleep closest to the door. Also, a man’s job, he had told you when you asked. You didn’t quite understand it, but you assumed it was the same as him putting you on the inside of the sidewalk when you guys walked together.

When he finally enters your bedroom, you feel your heart skip a beat upon seeing his silhouette in your door frame. Wordlessly, he pulls the covers on your bed back and climbs in beside you. Without so much as glancing your way, he turns to face away from you.

“Good night, darling,” he tells you.

You frown. Then your frown turns into a glare. You turn on your side and prop yourself up on your elbow to look at his back.

“No kiss good night?” you ask, voice laced with annoyance.

He turns over onto his back, eyes closed and puckers his lips out for a kiss. You draw in a deep breath, suddenly very annoyed with whatever game he is playing. So you don’t move. You wait.

After a very long 30 seconds, he opens one eye to look at you, lips still puckered. He finds you staring at him with narrowed eyes.

“What?” he asks innocently. He opens both eyes to fully look at you. And he wishes he wouldn’t have. With the way your body was propped with your elbow, your nightgown was gaping, showing your breasts so deliciously pressed together and threatening to spill out of the fabric. If you moved even slightly in his direction, he would be catching a nip slip. He felt his mouth water. He quickly covers his face with his hands to keep himself from pushing you back against the mattress and having his way with you.

“Why won’t you look at me?” you ask, voice small.

Oh, no, Tooru thinks.

“Y/N,” he starts, face still covered. “If I look at you, I’m going to want to touch you. And if I touch you, I’m not going to want to stop. And if I don’t stop-”

“Look at me, then.”

Tooru freezes, breath caught in his throat as he slowly lowers his hands. His eyes stay trained on the ceiling as he swallows the lump in his throat.

“Tooru,” you murmur, hand reaching out to grab his. You lean closer to him. “Look at me,” you whisper.

The next thing you know, you’re on your back underneath him, eyes wide and lips parted in surprise. He fits his right leg in between yours, pressing his knee right up against you. You snap your mouth shut at the feeling and gulp. Your hands fist into the sheets at your sides as you look at the man above you. His eyes are closed again, head hanging as he takes in labored breaths through his nose to calm himself down.

You reach a hand up to touch his face. “Too-” He catches you off guard by catching your hand just before you can touch him. When he finally opens his eyes, he makes direct eye contact with you as he brings your hand towards his face and kisses the inside of your wrist. You suck in a breath as your body squirms beneath him, accidentally rubbing yourself right against the thigh that was currently pressed against you.

He presses it harder into you in response as he drops your hand and leans down. Both yours and his breathing is the only sound in the room. Your breathing picks up in anticipation as his face gets closer to yours until he is pressing his lips to your cheek and gently nudging your head to the side with his own. He presses his lips to the underside of your jaw, and you close your eyes, small gasp leaving your lips as he continues trailing the softest kisses down your neck.

Every touch of his lips on your skin sends electricity down your spine, arousal settling at the base and only growing stronger as his lips reach your collar bone. Your breathing is labored, chest rising and falling rapidly underneath him. When he pulls back to look at you, he feels his self-control crumble and slip right through his fingers. Your lips are parted, cheekbones dusted a pretty pink, pupils blown wide and eyes heavy lidded.

Without looking away, he pushes your legs apart with his other knee, fitting himself right in between your thighs, hips centimeters away from yours, his own knees spread apart and resting on either side of your hips. His hands are pressed into the pillow beside your head, the only part of your bodies touching is where your thighs are pressed into his hips. He stays like that, for a long moment.

He’s apprehensive about going too fast.

You’re over that. You’re over the anxiety, the nervousness, the anticipation. Without thinking twice, and moving faster than Tooru can register, you tangle your hands into his hair and pull his mouth to yours. He grunts as your lips connect, caught off guard, but the sound is quickly replaced with a low moan as you press your tongue into his mouth.

As he slides his tongue against yours, you let out the softest moan and he finally presses his hips firmly into yours. You gasp as you feel his cock press right up against you, arousal pooling into your panties as he barely rocks his hips into yours.

He pulls back to look at you, to make sure you’re okay after that gasp you let out, eyes panicked as he searches your face. He brings his hand up to caress your face.

“Are you-” You catch his wrist before he can finish his sentence and press his palm right against your breast.

“Touch me,” you breathe out.

If you weren’t so caught up in the moment and dead set on doing this with him, you could laugh at the way Tooru’s jaw goes slack and the far away look in his eyes. He wasn’t expecting this, not tonight. He was willing to wait years for you to be ready, but now that you were he felt unprepared. He finally looks down at your body beneath his. Your nightgown was bunched up at your hips, thighs parted to accommodate him, hair splayed out against the pillow. He could see your nipple that wasn’t covered with his hand through the fabric of the nightgown, erect and pressing into the cotton. And when he looked further down, he could see your underwear barely peeking out from the hem of your nightgown. He could also see the wet spot forming and his heart skips a beat.

He slides his hands to your waist and your eyes follow his movements. His fingertips glide to your hips before he is fitting them underneath the fabric of your nightgown, pressing them directly into the warm skin of your waist, just above the band of your panties. You suck in a breath as you feel his cool hands on your bare skin, trying not to squirm beneath him as he moves those same hands up and up, pushing your nightgown up your body to your waist, revealing your underwear and navel to his gaze.

He caresses your skin so gently, hands moving to smooth against your thighs. Without thinking, he moves his hands to the inside of your thighs, coming to a stop at the edge of your panties before he firmly parts your thighs to get a good look at the underwear you chose to wear tonight.

You’re practically panting underneath him, arousal leaking into your underwear again underneath his gaze. You had chosen a pair of cotton underwear that was lace trimmed, the same color of your nightgown as well. It also had a little bow on the waistband.

Tooru’s mouth waters as he looks down at you, thighs spread for him. He can feel himself come alive above you, finally. Now that you had given him explicit permission to touch you, he wasn’t going to hold himself back anymore.

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, eyes moving up to meet yours. “If you don’t tell me now, I’m not going to be able to stop,” he informs you, voice breathy. You gulp, thoughts racing a million miles a minute, but not a single one of them is telling you that you shouldn’t go through with this. Every single thought is begging him to touch you, to kiss you, to lick you, to be inside of you. Have you ever wanted this this badly before?

You swallow thickly. “I don’t want you to stop,” you whisper.

He throws his head back and groans. “I need you to be sure about this,” he says to the ceiling.

You knit your eyebrows together into a frown. “Tooru.” Your voice is even, much to your surprise, and he looks back down at you with wide eyes. You relax your face when you see just how anxious he is. He doesn’t want to hurt you.

“Take them off,” you blurt out.

His hands go slack against you in surprise, confused look plastered on his face before he feels you pushing at his hands, encouraging him to take your underwear off. He pulls them off your hips and you maneuver your body to help him get them off, knees pressed up against your own chest as he pulls them off your ankles and tosses them to the floor. You stay like that until he is grabbing your knees with his hands and pushing your thighs apart to press his hips right back up against you, hands pressing into the pillow next to your head. He meets your gaze as he rolls his hips experimentally into yours, clothed cock somehow rubbing right in between your folds.

You gasp and arch your back, pressing your nightgown clad tits right up into his chest. He smirks as he feels himself come alive with confidence above you. If just that one action gets this sort of reaction, how quickly can he get you to be putty in his hands?

Without thinking, he yanks down the top of your nightgown to expose your breasts to him, right hand cupping the underside of your left breast and squeezing as he brings his mouth down to your now bare nipple. He sucks the bud into his mouth, and you writhe beneath him, breast pressing further into his mouth and hips grinding up against his. He moves to give the same attention to your other breast, and you press your head back into your pillow at the feeling.

As you lift your hips up to grind against him again, he presses your hips down into the mattress. You watch as he moves his body down your own, hands moving to the underside of your thighs and pressing them into your body, exposing you to him. His mouth waters at the sight of your glistening pussy and without wasting any more time, he moves to press his lips right against your clit.

You suck in a breath through your teeth as he opens his mouth and presses his tongue against you, moan bubbling up in your throat as he circles your clit with it. He presses an open mouth kiss against you before diving down to lap up the arousal at your entrance. You moan from beneath him, hand finding its way into his hair and pressing him further into you. He’s slow with his ministrations, tongue drawing lazy figure eights against you before sucking your clit into his mouth and licking up the wetness accumulating on your sex.

You’re a mess beneath him and he’s enjoying it. You’re thrusting your hips up into his face every time his tongue drags across your clit and he’s trying not to smirk against you. Just when you think he is done, he picks up his pace, tongue sloppily flicking repeatedly against your clit. You feel your orgasm building up at a rapid speed, threatening to tumble you straight over the edge until he pulls away, sitting back up on his knees and placing himself between your thighs.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, lips pulling up into a smirk as he looks down at you gasping beneath him. “You taste fucking delicious,” he comments, and you feel your face heat up. You clench around nothing at his statement, hips rolling up against his subconsciously. He raises an eyebrow at that.

Wordlessly, he begins taking his clothes off and you watch as he tosses his shirt, sweats and boxers onto the floor beside your bed. You swallow thickly as his unveils his cock, eyes darting up to his face as he fits himself back between your thighs, pressing himself right against your pussy.

You gasp as he covers your body with his own, cock rubbing slightly against you as he shifts above you.

“Baby,” he whispers to you. You make eye contact with him, and he rubs his cock against you, as if he was rewarding you. You moan as he rolls his hips against you again, the head of his cock bumping right against your clit.

“Tooru,” you gasp out. “Stop it.”

He smirks as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, lips pressing sloppy kisses into your skin. “Stop what?” he rolls his hips against you again, breath catching in his own throat at the feeling of your pussy rubbing right against the head of his cock.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing his body down against your own. “Just fuck me already,” you whisper into his ear.

His brain short circuits at that, body stilling against yours. When he finally comes back to life, he reaches between your body to grasp the base of his cock. It was like you had lit him on fire with just those four words. He wastes no time pressing the head of his cock to your entrance, pussy sucking him right in.

“Fuck,” he breathes out as he presses himself further into you. You whimper beneath him as he stretches you out. He leans back to look at you, brushing your hair out of your face as he bottoms out. Your eyebrows are knit together at the burn of him filling you for the first time. He stills above you, bringing his lips down to press against yours before pulling back to look at you beneath him.

His eyes fall to where the two of you are connected. “Fuck,” he breathes out again. He finds himself pulling his hips back, an inch of his cock pulling out of you before he slowly presses back into you to watch it disappear. You moan at the feeling.

“You feel so fucking good,” he gasps out. You involuntarily clench around him at his words, face heating up as his gaze darts up to meet your own. You turn your face away from him, but his hand finds itself around your neck, slightly squeezing and you turn back to look at him, pussy clenching around him again.

He slowly begins rocking his hips into you, finally.

“So tight,” he grounds out as he picks up his pace, hand leaving your neck to spread your thighs further apart.

You moan unabashedly as he fucks into you, body on fire with pleasure. “Faster,” you breathe.

He obliges, picking up his pace until he is practically slamming into you, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust. You cry out beneath him, hands fisting into the sheets beneath you.

“Fuck, you take me so well, baby, look at you,” he praises, and it sends you right over the edge without warning, orgasm washing over you heavily, body spasming and shaking beneath him violently. He quickly presses his chest against yours, pressing his lips against your own in a sloppy kiss as he slowly fucks you through your first orgasm of the night. You moan into his mouth as you come down, body finally settling as he pulls back to look at your fucked out face.

“You’re so pretty when you come,” he tells you, voice thick. You feel your face heat up underneath his gaze, closing your eyes to avoid looking at him. “Again.”

Your eyes fly back open. “Again?” you ask, incredulous. “I don’t know-” You’re cut off as he begins thrusting into you again, mouth falling open in a silent scream.

“You can give me another one, baby doll,” he says. “I know you can.”

He shifts, angling his hips to thrust up into you, hitting a spot inside you you’ve never felt before. You’re practically sobbing beneath him now, hands pushing at his abdomen. He just grabs up your wrists and pins them to the mattress.

“That’s it, my pretty baby,” he praises you again. “Come for me again.”

You’re so wet from your previous orgasm that you can hear him enter you over and over, the sound so lewd. You feel your walls clamp down on him as your second orgasm approaches quickly.

“Come on, pretty,” he encourages you.

“Wait,” you gasp out as tears fall from your eyes at the overstimulation. Before you can say another word, the cord in your belly snaps again, orgasm washing over you so violently.

Tooru is a moaning mess above you as your pussy pulses around him, he’s trying so hard to keep his orgasm at bay. He’s determined to make you come one more time before he lets himself go. He caresses your body as you slowly calm back down, body stilling, but breaths still coming out in short gasps.

“One more,” he tells you and you feel your lip quiver.

This time, though, he rolls his hips into you, slowing the pace way down as he presses kisses along the expanse of your chest.

“So fucking good,” he whispers into your skin and your hands find their way into his locks. You moan as his cock hits just the right spot inside you again, stars erupting in your vision as pain blurs into the line of pleasure.

“So fucking pretty.”

You wrap your legs around his hips as he continues rutting into you, your own hips moving to meet every roll of his. He moans out your name against your skin.

“Close,” he breathes as his thrusts become sloppy.

Before you can react, he groans out from above you, spilling his seed into you as you reach your third orgasm. He’s a wreck above you, moaning every time your walls flutter around him.

“F-fuck,” he stutters as he presses himself to the hilt one last time, finally stilling before collapsing on top of you.

You don’t know how long you lay like that together before he leaves the room and comes back to clean you up, warm wash rag collecting the seed spilling out of you. You hiss as he wipes you down, sleepily glaring at him with one eye open. He apologizes profusely with every swipe of the rag against your body.

He leaves the room once more, coming back with a glass of water that he hands to you before he pulls his boxers back on. You sit up and down the glass, gulping the liquid down like you’d never had water before in your life, some of it spilling out of the sides of your mouth and down your chest. You thrust the empty glass back out at Tooru who takes it and sets it on the bedside table.

You flop back against the pillows, closing your eyes with a sigh. The bed dips as Tooru climbs in beside you, suddenly feeling shy. He lays away from you for a solid minute before he lets out a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a growl and turns to pull you right against his chest.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly. “I wasn’t too rough, was I? Did I hurt you?”

You wrap your arms around his bare waist. “I’m okay,” you reassure him. Your face heats up again. “It felt… really good…”

“You’re not just saying that, are you, darling?”

“Tooru,” you laugh.

When you pull back to look at him, you see him pouting.

“You’re the first guy to ever make me come,” you tell him. “And three times, at that…” you mumble the last bit under your breath, but he hears it. He feels his body heating up again, competitive nature threatening to take over once again.

“I can make it four,” he tells you seriously.

“Tooru!” you yell at him.

“I love it when you yell at name like that,” he teases.

“It’s bedtime,” you remind him. You kiss him on the lips. “Good night.”

You close your eyes, ready for sweet sleep to welcome you when you hear him say something under his breath, voice so soft and so airy you almost miss it.

“I love you.”

#kirishima tooru smut #kirishima tooru x reader #the yakuza's guide to babysitting smut #completely self indulgent #please be nice #I'm not too proud of the smut #but I do feel like I captured his personality SO well

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thewritetofreespeech · 8 months ago

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Could I request Kirishima (Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting) with a reader who has god tier in skills gambling?

Kirishima x Reader - gambling expert

Being in the yakuza, Kirishima and the family were involved in many illegal enterprises. It wasn’t all cute daycare scenes and happy moments with Yaeka. They were all criminals at the end of the day.

One of the more popular enterprises they had tapped into was gambling. People enjoyed the thrill of risking it all to win big. Usually just ending up with the former of risking it all, and ending up with nothing. They came, they drank, they played. Until eventually they were out of money and turned out towards the street for the night. If they were lucky.

Kirishima was here for the evening due to one customer, who had been to this establishment before and racked up a considerable debt to the family, refusing to leave. Though it was his night off, he had been called in to deal with him and make sure he never came back. Only his money, until the debt was paid, was welcome here.

“Sorry.” He apologized to [Y/N], who’s date had been interrupted by the emergency call. They knew of his past, and what he did for a living, so he didn’t think twice about bringing them. Now he was beginning to regret it. “I’ll wrap this up and we can go. Maybe we can catch the 9:30 for the movie.”

“It’s ok. This is pretty interesting.” They replied cheerfully as they sipped on their cocktail through its straw. Provided to them immediately upon entry as a guest of the Sakuragi family lieutenant. “You know that guy is cheating, right?”

Kirishima stopped talking to the other family members, berating them mostly for not being able to handle a simple degenerate on their own, and turned to [Y/N]. “Say what now?”

“That guy. Playing blackjack.” They gesture subtly toward the table, where a man seemed more focused on the cards than everyone else. Just not his own. “He makes the same couple twitches every few minutes. I assume it’s a signal program. And he’s signaling to…..bingo!” Their eye line scanned the room and found another man at a different table, equally focused but not on the dealer, who just won big. “It’s a pretty simple cheat. One sits behind one dealer, checks the pocket hand, then relays that to their partner. You should really teach your dealers to keep their hands more secure.”

Kirishima was shocked by their explanation, but quickly sent his subordinates to collect the men so they could ‘question them’ further. “Where did you learn about that?”

“My dad was a gambler. Did I not mention that?” They told him. “He was actually really good at it. Never worked a real job a day in his life, but certainly put in hours at the tables. He taught me about it but the gambling bug never bit me like it did him. Most I’ve ever won is a grand or two on a weekend.”

Judging by their blase attitude, they must not have found it that impressive. Which begged the question of how much their father had won in his time. Still, Kirishima scoffed and slid his hands in his pockets. “And here I thought the only gamble you took was me.”

They giggled and sat their empty drink down before linking arms and head out back to their date. Kirishima wasn’t sure what happened to the cheaters. And he didn’t ask. All he knew was that he never saw them again, which he didn’t tell [Y/N] either.

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers)#kirishima #toru kirishima #toru kirishima x reader #toru kirishima scenario #kirishima tooru #the yakuza's guide to babysitting #the yakuza's guide to babysitting x reader #the yakuza's guide to babysitting scenario #scenarios #imagine #kumichou musume to sewagakari #kumicho musume to sewagakari x reader #kumicho musume to sewagakari scenario

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akiogiyuuxo · 1 year ago

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Master-list

(and back from the dead)

Heyy! I apologize for disappearing out of no where. Things had to be issued and fixed. However I'm back and might continue the series. Here are some things I will work on the future.

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'The Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting' series;

story:

~ changed fate ~

(ongoing)

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

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Hsr (Honkai star rail)

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#kirishima tooru #the yakuza's guide to babysitting #toru x reader #honkai star rail #hsr #fandom

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pernesophe · 10 months ago

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Arranged Marriage to the Demon of Sakuragi

This series is currently being remastered! Check out my Master List for the new chapters!

In the process of writing multiple works for Tooru Krishima, so I wrote a backstory for reader that applies to the works (if you’re reading this and like it - thank you!) :

You are an American who moved to Japan after your grandmother passed. She was all you had left since your mom passed when you were young, and your grandfather passed away when you were a teen. You told everyone you returned to Japan to reconnect with your father. Truthfully, you had started receiving cryptic letters, small messages or flowers left in places you’d typically be (your desk at University, with your manager at work, on the phone booth along your route home). One thing that remained constant was the signature: “It’s a beautiful day for flowers, isn’t it?”

It’s so insignificant to you - something that could be printed on a flower shop advert, but you received the message and letters at such odd times.

They were sent to you when your grandfather died - you didn’t think anything of the flowers at first, but the note was weird. It wasn’t a condolence, and could maybe be construed as congratulatory?

The next time you received them was on the anniversary of your mothers death. It felt like someone was rubbing it in.

Then, when your grandmother fell (well before she passed away) and was hospitalized for a broken elbow - you received more flowers.

At that point you started feeling uneasy - looking over your shoulder when you were alone because you felt like you were always being watched.

Things changed on the morning of your grandmothers death. You received the flowers with the note: “It’s a beautiful day for flowers, isn’t it?” well before you received the call. When you do finally get a call from the hospital, and hear the words “I’m so sorry, she’s gone,” you just feel numb.

That night after work, a male coworker (the two of you weren’t close, he was just nice) walked you home and let you vent to him. You spilled everything about the flowers with the message, and he promised to come back the next morning and take you to the police to make a report.

The next morning, he never came or called, but you received more flowers with another note. Dread creeps over your skin - like the cold after you step out of the shower and don’t dry off. Later that day, you hear that your coworker’s apartment burned down and he was in the ICU.

Only then did you start to think that it was more than a prank or mean joke - you were convinced you had a stalker, and they were dangerous.

That night, you finally call your father, “Asano residence,” a gruff voice answers - not your father.

“Um. Hello… I’m sorry to call so late, or early… sorry I’m not sure. I-it’s Y/N. Could I speak to my dad… please?” Stumbling over your words you finally choke out what you wanted to say.

After a long pause, the gruff voice answers, but brighter this time, “Y/N-chan!! I haven’t heard from you in awhile! It’s me - Kenji! How are you?!”

It’s the first time you’ve been asked how you are in a long while (being saddled with caring for your aging grandparents for the past few years).

A lump forms in your throat as hot, wet tears fall down your face.

“Y/N -chan? Are you still there?” Concern lacing Kenji’s voice at your silence, and then you fail to choke back a sob and the damn breaks.

“K-Kenji,” you cry, “e-everything is s-so messed u-up… I j-just want to come h-home.” Voice cracking over your words - you barely get out what you need to say before you’re racked with sobs.

“Y/N-chan…” Kenji’s own voice cracks when he hears you sobbing on the other end, and you can hear muffled voices in the background. Some words come through like, “is she alright?”, “what’s going on?”

Finally, Kenji figures out what to say, “Hey, hey, hey - it’s okay Y/N-chan. Everything will be okay - we’re coming to get you. Soma and Hanzo are already on their way - how does that sound?” his voice is soothing - like a mother hushing her crying child.

“G-good, t-thank you…” you whisper back - sobs subsiding a little bit.

“You still live at the same apartment? They won’t get there until the day after tomorrow - will you be okay?” He asks softly.

“Mhm- I’ll be okay. Thank you Kenji. Sorry I haven’t been keeping in touch,” you whisper back pathetically.

“Don’t worry about it Y/N-chan. I’ll call to check on you tomorrow, okay?” His tone was still soothing - you could almost be convinced he wasn't a Yakuza.

“Okay. Goodnight.” You whisper before hanging up.

2 days later:

Barely leaving your apartment - you anxiously packed and fidgeted around between packing and peering out the window. You didn’t bother wrapping up with the leasing office or your job - Kenji promised to take care of everything. Somehow he did too - from the other side of the world.

No flowers came in the time you waited. Maybe because whoever was sending them didn’t think you leaving the countr warranted “a beautiful day for flowers.”

You were able to explain the sudden deaths in your family to Kenji over the phone, so you didn’t have to when Hanzo and Soma arrived. Conveniently, you left out the stalker - hoping that moving to the other side of the world would deter them.

When Hanzo and Soma arrived, they could barely hide their concern when you met them at the door with 3 pieces of luggage and a purse.

“Need help… packing?” Hanzo starts to ask, but trails off a bit.

“Oh no - everything’s packed already. Are y’all ready to go?” Smiling bright as you respond cheerily. You just wanted to get out of there already.

Soma seemed to pick up on your eagerness to leave, “No problem - let’s go.”

With that, the three of you head out for the long journey home.

Back Home in Japan

Kenzo Asano (your father) cut his trip short when he heard you were coming home. His tentative partners, at one time rivals with the Asano clan,, (the Sakuragi Clan) were actually pretty understanding - thankfully.

You insisted that he didn’t need to, seeing as Kenji, Hanzo and Soma took care of anything and everything to do with your move, the funeral, burial, etc. Other than that, you fell into a routine pretty easily.

It was a little awkward to see your father again, but he was as doting as he had always been.

He was able to find you a good therapist to process grief, and helped you get a job at the local art museum. He knew you needed something to keep you busy.

Despite how kind everyone’s been - you still couldn’t bring up your stalker to your family. Even though you froze everytime you got mail, and physically flinched when flowers were brought into the house.

It’s not like your father, Kenji, Hanzo and Soma didn’t notice - it’s kind of their line of work to notice things that are out of place (especially when it comes to their own family). But none of them knew what was wrong, or how to ask you about it - assuming you were working it out in therapy.

Since you had fallen into a routine and found things to keep you busy, you didn’t really notice that the things they did ask you about pertained to relationships. Dating. Who you were currently dating; if you wanted to date. What your thoughts are on marriage.

You just assumed they were being protective or something.

The only other thing you noticed them talking about consistently was “The Demon of Sakuragi” or “Yakuza Crusher” Kirishima. It’s not like anyone spoke to you directly about him, but the stories you heard were certainly daunting to say the least.

2-3 months later:

You still haven’t received any letters or flowers, but you can’t shake this dreadful feeling that you’re being watched again.

After about 2-3 months of living back at the Asano residence, you are called into a meeting with multiple members of the family (something that you never really experienced before). Your father informs you that the Asano clan is working towards an alliance with the Sakuragi clan (two families who have been at odds for decades). Kenzo says that he hopes to achieve a “lasting peace” between the two clans.

Despite the tension in the room, you quietly offer a - “that’s great, right?”

“Yes, but we need something more concrete than a verbal agreement…” Kenzo begins after a short pause. He continues when you cock your head to the side in confusion, “Typically - in the past - the two families would seal the alliance with a marriage contract… That’s where you would come in - if you are willing.”

When you don’t respond at first, he says, “I know you’re young (25) and you’ve been through a lot lately, but I’m hoping this could be a new chapter for you. Also the person you would marry - if you agree - is only 28. So he’s not too much older than you, nor has he ever been married before.”

Curious, you ask, “who would I be marrying?”

“Toru Kirishima…” your father hesitates, “he’s called the ‘Demon of Sakuragi’, but he’s mellowed out a lot since he was given that title. Also, Kazuhiko has assured me that Kirishima is respectable, and the Sakuragi clan does not abide marital violence or mistreatment of their female family members.”

He rushes to get the details to you. You’re aware that the bitter feud has caused issues - even in the few short months you’ve been here. You’ve gotten really good at patching wounds because of it, to be honest.

‘The Demon of Sakuragi… Intimidating - I think even my stalker would think twice…’, and for a moment you chastise yourself - hating the fact that this faceless person still occupies your mind.

Taking a moment to mull over the decision - you respond - words devoid of any doubt:

“Okay. I agree.”

“Well, if you would just give it some thought…” Kenzo began, before your words register, “wait. You agree?!” He exclaims in shock.

“Yes, I agree. Am I allowed to make my own requests about the contract though?”

“Uh, well. It depends on what they are…” Kenzo's response is uncertain.

“Well, I guess I don’t know what the marriage contract entails… or if there’ll be a wedding… if there is - I left mom’s dress and hairpin back in the States…” you carefully begin, and he nods for you to continue, “the letter she left with them said she wanted me to wear them when I get married. So I don't know if it’s possible - but if there is a wedding, then I’d like to have those shipped here.”

He smiled gently at your request, and said “There will certainly be a wedding - probably the biggest we’ve seen in a long time.” The room filled with soft chuckles as the tension in the room was dissipating. “I will make sure your mother’s effects are shipped here well before the wedding. We’ll be sure to find a planner who can merge some Eastern and Western themes for you as well.” Kenzo assured you while beaming - obviously grateful that you agreed at all.

“Thank you very much.” Bowing your head respectfully - a small smile gracing your features.

“Did you have any other requests?” Your father seemed to pick up that - in your usual manner - the requests were incredibly small and doable, yet extremely important to you.

“Uh, well… Will I still be allowed to work at the museum? Like, will I be expected to be a stay at home wife or anything like that?” You felt embarrassed asking at all - will I still be allowed to be me? Can I still do the things I enjoy?

This time a chorus of laughter broke out, and though Kenzo was laughing too - he quickly shushes them, “Yes you will be allowed to continue to work, and do art, and volunteer, and sing at those late night shows you try to hide from us. Though I recommend not hiding things from your future husband - just as a general rule of marriage.” Kenzo teases with a reassuring smile - hoping you finally feel at ease with the situation.

This time, though, you burst out laughing, “and here I thought I was doing a good job of sneaking out,” you say as you hide your face in your hands.

Cackles and guffaws fill the room, and even shushing from the boss couldn’t quiet it for a long while.

That night, after your father and Kenji make their calls to the Sakuragi clan, you all drink and celebrate the good news.

You feel really happy and carefree for the first time in a while, so much so that you don’t notice the feeling of being watched. Of course, you definitely don’t notice the accidental flash from across the street when you walk in front of a window.

#kirishima tooru #tooru kirishima #the yakuza's guide to babysitting #kirishima x reader #backstory #angst with a happy ending #work in progress #SP’s Headspace #pernesophe

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chuuyrr · 2 years ago

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hello! i have a request for gojo!reader :D what if we were having a spar with someone (but it’s a spar using no powers, just physical strength) and ofc gojo!reader is going to pop off, so imagine if we do that move that maki did in the jjk 0 movie 😭the one where she falls into the splits??! got me screaming and falling down my seat in the theater lmaoo

like that

bungou stray dogs x gojo! reader

masterlist of infinity

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for bungou stray dogs, mentions of violence, reader girlbossing, bsd men falling hard for you, dazai asking to be stepped on, chuuya blushing at you

╰➤ PAIRING(s): dazai osamu x reader, nakahara chuuya x reader (separately with different scenarios)

╰➤ SONG SUGGESTION(s): like that - tobee maguire cover

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: in which they find their darling sparring with someone and pulling off a stunt that leaves them breathless

hii anon! thank you for requesting and for being patient!! honestly, if i wasn't with my dad during the movie, i would be screaming too. i was having a silent gay panic for maki in my seat. she's so badass i literally can't. 😭 ♡

before you read: instead of jujutsu tech, the organization you belong to is called heiwa which means peace and it's kind of like the special division for unsual powers and the military police of yokohama except it's for tokyo. i was supposed to write for fyodor too, but ideas ran out, and mostly because i haven't gotten to the decay of the angels in the bsd manga yet since im reading the yakuza's guide to babysitting & jjk.

dazai osamu !

it wasn't every day that dazai came to tokyo because he's mostly from yokohama, but when fukuzawa told him that he needed someone to pick up important documents from the higher-ups overseeing tokyo, particularly from you, dazai immediately beat ranpo to it, clearly eager to see you in your city.

it was a good thing the armed detective agency had decided to join forces with the higher-ups after the whole descendant of sugawara michizane fiasco. dazai wanted to be with you, not just see you. even though you're paired up with him almost every time by the organizations, the fact that you can't stay in yokohama doesn't help.

dazai is clingy with his belladonna after all.

dazai was in awe as soon as he arrived at your organization's location. heiwa. the structures were constructed in a traditional japanese architectural style. it was well hidden on the outskirts of tokyo, far and high in the mountains, so naturally, there are many trees around the property to further obscure the location. aside from nature, there were several deity statues, shrines, and torii gates in the area. the location was absolutely breathtaking and peaceful, but dazai knows you hated it here because of the elders who were part of the higher-ups.

"you're looking for gojo-sama, right?" one of the organization's staff that was touring dazai, inquired before momentarily glancing at him.

"yes, the armed detective agency has sent me to retrieve some important papers from [name]." dazai nodded with a smile.

"gojo-sama should be in the training grounds. she's often there, either mentoring or sparring with one of heiwa's members." the staff informed him.

dazai followed suit until eventually he came upon the grounds that the staff was referring to, and as soon as he spotted you, your boyfriend couldn't help but smile and just as he was about to intervene, he immediately halted. you were sparring with someone. no weapons or abilities at all as it seemed.

dazai has witnessed your previous fights. in fact, the first time he and everyone saw you, you were beating chuuya's ass, and if it hadn't been for him stepping in, his old twin dark partner would have been completely annihilated by your limitless ability.

today, however, was no exception. you easily countered your opponent's attacks and traded powerful blows. each move you made was sharp and precise, yet graceful in some ways, but the scene that followed left dazai's mouth agape.

you effortlessly did a split instead of simply landing on your feet just as your opponent found an opening to dive an attack in, assuming a landing after you had just performed a flip. taking your opponent and the audience by surprise, you thrust your leg over his bent leg, yanking him down quickly by tugging on his shirt and harshly flicking his forehead.

"congrats, you're dead. i win again." you remarked with a smirk.

"was that flick really necessary, gojo-sama?" your opponent yelped.

you were about to get back on your feet to stretch when you were interrupted by clapping. you turned your head in the direction of the clapping to see dazai staring at you with a lovestruck gaze; his eyes practically sparkled as he sauntered towards you, leaving behind the kind staff who had brought you to him to pull you up himself.

"dazai?" you blinked before grinning, "heya, what'cha doing here?"

"i came to see my belladonna." with a wink, dazai exclaimed, opening his arms for an embrace, which you accepted and easily melted into.

"don't forget about the documents. i know the president needs them, and you're here at heiwa for that," you said as you drew away, pinching his nose and scrunching dazai's face.

"yeah, yeah, but i really came here for you." dazai drew you closer to his embrace, muffling his face into the crook of your neck, causing you to hum happily and pat his back, "god you were amazing, darling."

dazai proceeded to plant soft open mouth kisses in your neck, oblivious to the staff and your sparring opponent's surprised looks and gasps of "is this your boyfriend, gojo-sama?!" which you simply grinned at.

"that was so hot of you just now, my pretty, pretty belladonna. seeing you fight is always a sight for me, you know," dazai said, pressing his lips against your ear and wrapping his arms around your waist, his breath tickling your skin.

"do you mind stepping on m—you immediately flicked his forehead in the same way you had done to your sparring partner, causing him to release you and let out a small whine as you softly chuckled and stuck out your tongue which dazai pouted at.

nakahara chuuya !

chuuya, your boyfriend, enjoys fighting, relishing the opportunity to demonstrate his combat prowess and taking great pride in his status as the mafia's strongest martial artist. however, that title is now shared with you since you two got together and you became affiliated with the mafia despite being under the control of tokyo's higher-ups. chuuya was well aware of your skill in hand-to-hand combat, having almost been beaten by you when you first met him in that café to reclaim the documents you stole from the port mafia.

but don't bring it up with your boyfriend; he's still upset about it, remembering how you sat on him like nothing. you were hot, though, especially when you leaned in and whispered into his ear about how you were going to show off—yeah that's quite enough, chuuya. we understand that you are a simp.

chuuya admires and is very proud of you. he even brags about you whenever he has the opportunity. however, you being an expert combatant sort of upsets chuuya, because he wants to protect you with his strength as well, but he really admires your natural strength and independence. chuuya, in fact, enjoys watching you train, which is why he's overseeing your sparring with a member of the port mafia.

you weren't using your limitless ability; no infinity or weapons, and your six eyes were completely covered by a black blindfold you received as a gift from chuuya, implying that this spar was purely raw strength. you were landing several precise punches, kicks, and open-hand attacks. your combative style was aggressive and domineering, but it was elegant and a sight to behold in chuuya's eyes. in fact, he had never met anyone who fought like you.

you left chuuya and his subordinates, who happened to be your audience, breathless as he leaned against the room's wall and arms coolly folded across his arms as his men watched. you had just flipped to avoid your opponent's punch. while they all predicted you'd be hit because you were giving your opponent the opportunity to hit you once you landed, they were all wrong.

instead of landing on your feet, you extended your legs further, allowing you to perform a split on the floor and cleanly avoid being hit by your opponent. you easily overpowered him afterwards, yanking him down and punching him in the face with a triumphant smile glistening on your lips. chuuya's subordinates cheered for you and gawked at you.

your confidence and everything about you was so goddamn attractive. chuuya came sauntering towards you after you got up and helped your opponent up, handing him a handkerchief because his nose was bleeding. you turned to face your boyfriend, who was looking at you with a lovestruck expression.

"amazing as always, baby." chuuya's gloved hand intertwined with yours as he proudly kissed your knuckles, "you popped off yet again."

"of course, i'm the strongest there is after all." you winked at him as you drew your hand away and placed both hands on your hips.

"so, mind sparring with me this time?" chuuya softly chuckled before loosening his bolo tie and dress shirt by unbuttoned the first two buttons.

"are you asking to be pummeled, hun? or do you just want to see me pull that off to you this time, hmm?" you teased as you tipped your head to the side attractively.

chuuya's face flushed hot at your unexpected flirtatious remark. the gravity manipulator cleared his throat and drew his hat down to cover the growing dust of pink across his cheekbones, clearly not wanting his subordinates to see him in this state. chuuya's small reaction made you laugh.

you were always able to turn the tables on your boyfriend, and he was well aware of this. your personality was endearing yet so similar to his old twin dark partner, who was always the tease, but he preferred it when it was you. only you can make him feel these things.

"goddamnit, [name]." chuuya scoffed, folding his arms across his chest, "so, will you spar with me or not?"

"how can i deny my boyfriend?" you exclaimed as you squatted and began to stretch, causing chuuya to grin.

chuuya knows that when you start stretching before a fight, he knows you're serious and won't hold back, and he appreciates that. chuuya enjoys a good fight and can't wait to dance with you, knowing his subordinates are watching. he actually wants to see you pop off like that again, but this time with him upclose.

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