#tw:age gap

[semisgroupie]

dirty old man

kishibe x fem. reader

wc: 3.2k

warnings: mafia au!, age gap (reader is in her 20s and kishibe is in his 50s), knife play, clothes cutting, reader is spoiled by kishibe, death threats (not to reader but to a minor character), balcony sex, degradation, unprotected sex, facial, creampie, oral sex (m!receiving), recording (consensual), kishibe is obsessed with you, mentions of past recording, dumbification, dacryphilia, spanking, he calls reader mean names but he means it lovingly <3

synopsis: a slutty old man deserves an equally slutty young girlfriend

a/n: this is for @pcwer for the gift exchange in snow’s server!!! i was stuck between kishibe and aki but i wanted to gift you your slutty old man

Kishibe

The name alone strikes fear into many hearts and makes people flinch. His looks alone was intimidating but when it’s paired with his reputation, then he immediately became the most feared man alive. A career criminal at the head of the most dangerous mafia circuit, his callousness and stoicism combined with his immense strength and skill easily helped him rise to the top and helped him stay there.

The amount of skeletons in his closet could fill a mansion and despite being in his 50s, that would never change.

His bloodlust has satiated a bit over the years but that didn’t mean his life became boring. It was actually livelier now, than when he was in his 20s. That could be attributed to you, the pretty eye candy he loved to show off.

It was quite the cliche for him to say that you made him feel younger but you did. He was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to keep up with you when he first met you but now there were times he wondered if you could keep up with him. Oftentimes when he was in his meetings, while everyone was discussing any hits they had to put out, all he could think about was how you looked on top of him, bouncing on his cock until he decided to fuck you senseless.

It was also safe to say that he was quite obsessed with you. It was obvious to anyone around and it was even more obvious when his men saw the scratch marks that littered his back along with his scars, and if they were ever lucky enough to sneak a peek at his phone, they would see his lockscreen was your face, messy with his cum. He had a multitude of photos and videos of you, it was his not-so-little collection that he loved to scan through while he was alone.

But he wasn’t far from you often, if he wasn’t spoiling you endless with vacations and shopping sprees then he was with you in his office in one of the most expensive buildings in the city. Sometimes he would do both in one day, which was exactly what he was doing today.

He let you drag him from store to store, ignoring some of the glances that were spared at him for being with you. He couldn’t blame them, a man with a girl half his age, but he didn’t care. They could look and stare all they wanted, even call him names like a ‘dirty old man’, he would just wear the title with pride.

You two were in a lingerie shop and it took everything in him to not drag you to the nearest fitting room and fuck you until your legs shook. It wasn’t like he hasn’t done it before. But, today was your day and he didn’t want to disrupt anything simply because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.

Everything was going by smoothly, no disruptions, that was until his phone started going off.

He quickly excused himself and walked over to the entrance of the shop to take the call. You collected some more fabrics and glanced over at him from time to time, barely picking up on what was being said but by the way he gripped his phone, you knew it wasn’t good news. You stood by near one of the shelves of matching bra and panty sets until he made his way over to you, clearly annoyed by what took place.

“Sorry sweetheart, we need to cut this trip short, go on the line and I’ll pay for what you got.” He offered you a small smile, the scar that decorated the left side of his face slightly moving as the corners of his lips rose and fell.

You shook your head and walked over to a worker, curtly apologizing as you asked them to put everything back. You hooked your arms around one of his and looked up at your much older boyfriend, “let’s just go. They have better sets online anyway.” You pulled him close to press a kiss to his cheek and let him lead the way back to his car. He put all your shopping bags in the trunk then held the passenger's side door open for you as you slid in. He then got in the driver’s seat and started driving.

He moved one hand over to your thigh and gently squeezed it, “I’m sorry the day had to be cut short. I didn’t want to end things so early.” You placed his hand over his and gently squeezed it, “there’s no need to apologize. I’m just glad I get to spend the day with you.” You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his stubbly cheek before resting back against your seat. He grazed your soft thigh with his thumb as he drove, something he always did when you sat in the passenger’s seat when he drove. He loved to keep his hands on you. You were silk, you were satin, you were every soft material he could think of and he needed to keep touching you.

The drive was relatively short and before you knew it you two were in the parking lot of the large building. He helped you out of the car then held your hand as you two made your way to the elevator. The elevator ride was short and you noticed how tense Kishibe grew. You gently squeezed his hand for comfort as the elevator stopped on the designated floor and he turned to give you a small smile. “Thank you.” His voice was low as you two walked out of the elevator and saw his men sorting drugs and counting cash. It was a sight you’ve grown used to since you started dating Kishibe. It was the lifestyle he lived and a lifestyle you lived as well.

He led you over to one of the areas where you could sit but still keep an eye on him while he handled business then turned to face you, taking your chin between his forefinger and thumb. “Okay doll, I just need you to sit here and look pretty while I handle business. You can do that for me right?” You nodded and tilted your head down a bit to press a kiss to his thumb. “Of course I can, now hurry back.”

He tilted your head back up and kissed you softly before leaving you to deal with whoever was incompetent. You went on your phone to look at some things you might want to add to your shopping cart and you could faintly hear your boyfriend. After 15 minutes he came back, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his knuckles were slightly bloody which meant that he had to get a little physical to get his point across, his eyebrows were knitted together, and his hand went into his pocket to grab his silver flask. After he took a swig he reached over for your hand and pulled you back to the elevator.

“Bastard was lucky I didn’t cut his fingers off and serve it to him on a fucking platter. Hell, he was lucky I was in a good mood or else he would’ve been sent to his parents in a box. Little shit crashed a truck with a million dollars worth of product.” He continued muttering all the things he would’ve done to make the guy pay for losing so much money and product. As the elevator reached the top floor you never thought there could be so many methods of violence that could work as repayment.

“We just need to go to my office so I can figure out how to make up for the loss and then we can go home, okay pretty girl?” He squeezed your hand as you nodded. “But first I need to clean your hands.” He chuckled and looked down at his hands, “haven’t used these to send a message in a while, thought I might’ve been a little rusty but I broke the guy’s nose on the first hit.”

He led you into his office and went to sit down behind his computer while you went to the attached bathroom to grab the first aid kit. You retrieved it then sat atop his desk in front of him, placing his hands on your lap while you took out everything you needed to clean them off. He watched you with a fond smile and caressed your thighs with whatever hand you weren’t cleaning. “Hm. I think I could find a better use of my time instead of trying to clean up this fuck up. Once you’re done cleaning my hands I want you on your knees, you always look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

You cleaned his hands a little quicker, making him chuckle. “Easy there, you’ll still get my cock. You need to do a good job cleaning my hands, then you can be my eager cockslut.” You slowed down your movements until his hands were completely cleaned off then settled between his legs. “Go on, take it out.” You sat up on your knees and undid his pants, pulling his half hard cock out.

“Go on, put that pretty mouth to good use. Maybe if you do good, I’ll fuck you on the balcony. Let everyone see how much of a whore you are.” Heat rose to your cheeks and a rush of arousal pooled at the pit of your stomach at his words. You gripped his cock in one hand while you leaned in and peppered open mouthed kisses along the length until it fully hardened. “Go on, you were eager before, get to it.”

He rested back against his chair watching as you took his hardened cock in your mouth. He let out low groans as you bobbed your head up and down, rolling your tongue along the underside of his length. He grabbed his phone and turned the camera on, pressing the red button on the bottom of the screen to start recording you. “Eyes up here, I want to record how messy you get when I fuck your face.”

He grabbed a handful of your hair and held you in place as he started thrusting up into your mouth. Your gags echoed through his office making him laugh. “You’ve taken my cock so much and yet you’re still gagging, how pathetic.” You whined around his cock at his words but they made even more arousal pool in the pit of your stomach. “My pathetic little cocksleeve, can’t even take my cock down her throat but still wants it in her messy cunt. I don’t think you even deserve it.”

He loved to tease you like this, it’ll always make you work just a little harder. But you both knew he couldn’t deny you, he wouldn’t be able to deny himself either. “Come on, cry for me. Let me see how messy you can get.” He started moving your head to meet his thrusts, your face quickly grew messy with tears and saliva running down your chin. “Fuck, look at you.” He brought the camera closer to your face, moving it in all directions so it could take in all your angles. The sight of you like this was enough to tip him over the edge, he pulled you off his cock and let go of your hair to start stroking his cock while he kept filming.

“Stick your tongue out.” Was all he could get out before ropes of cum started decorating your face. Only a little got on your tongue but it just made everything even hotter. He hissed and brought his cock to your face to smear the cum around then brought the camera closer to your face, “smile for the camera, come on, show how happy you are my little cum slut.” And you did exactly that, smiled brightly for him with cum all over your face. He stopped the recording and reached over to grab some tissues to clean you off. He cupped your chin and turned your head up to him as he wiped all the cum off. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips then pulled back, “now get up, I’m not done with you.”

He helped you to your feet and let you head out to the balcony first while he went through his drawer to pull out the pocket knife you gifted him for his birthday. “Now I can put this to good use.” He walked over to you and gently pushed you closer to the railing, “hold on and bend over.” You did as he said, biting your lip in anticipation of his next move. The next thing you heard was a click which made you grow even more curious.

“Babe? What was that?” You turned slightly to look back at him and saw the sunlight reflect off the blade. “I’m making use of my birthday gift, now stay still. I don’t want to cut you.” He flipped your skirt up and traced the blade along the seam of your panties, tracing your cunt through the now see through fabric. A breath hitched in your throat but your cunt throbbed as he continued dragging the blade along your slit. You didn't have any worry about him cutting you, you’ve seen how skilled he is with a blade of any size.

“Please, please fuck me. I need your cock so badly.” Your tone came out more desperate than you wanted it to be but maybe it would convince him to give you what you needed. “Fine, since you’re so impatient.” He hooked his finger under the fabric to pull it away from your cunt and in one swift move he cut it open. Now, your pussy was on full display for him, he could see how you were practically dripping for him. “Fuck, even messier than I thought you would be. You really are a fiend for my cock.”

He chuckled and gripped his cock with his free hand while he placed the blade on a nearby chair. He then gripped your hip and slammed his cock into you, not even giving you a second to adjust before he started pounding into you at a brutal pace. His eyes widened a bit at how loud you were crying out for him, “wow, seems like you really want to get caught. Maybe I should just fuck you in front of my men since you want an audience.” He spanked you roughly and kept pounding into you.

“J-just want you! O-only want you!” He laughed and spanked you again before roughly gripping the flesh in his calloused hand. “I’ll believe you once you can form a coherent sentence. My dumb cock slut, the second my cock goes inside this tight cunt all your brain cells just leak out of you. But you don’t really need to think, do you? I just need to do all the thinking don't I?”

Your cunt gripped his cock tighter and tighter as the venom dripped from his tongue, turning you on more and more as each word reached your ears. You had a white knuckle grip on the railing while your legs trembled and shook like a newborn deer’s. Your mouth fell open, moans of his name was the only thing you could form coherently as he just continued to pound into you. Deep down you loved it when his men would fuck up, he would always fuck you rougher and you loved every single second of it.

“Just a little cum dump for me to use and make a mess of. I know that’s all you think about, when am I going to give you my cum next. Where my load will go when I do finally give it to you. That’s all that swirls around in that empty head, just my cock and my cum. Just cum for me and I’ll cover this perfect ass with my load.” Your eyes widened slightly, you didn’t want him to waste another load on you when it could just be inside you. You needed his cum inside you, you had to have it.

You shook your head and he raised an eyebrow. He let go of your hip and gripped another handful of your hair to pull your head back, “what is it? Why are you shaking your head?” He knew the answer, he knew what you wanted but he needed to hear it from you. He didn’t stop thrusting, why would he? He wasn’t going to make it easy for you to come up with a coherent answer. “Come on doll, I need an answer in a full sentence, I’m sure there’s one working brain cell left in there.”

Your mind was spinning due to the immense pleasure. You honestly couldn’t think about anything but what he was doing to you but you had to come up with something. You took a few breaths and tilted your head back a bit to try to meet his eyes. “Please cum inside me. Please, I want it inside.” You sounded so sweet, so desperate for him. You did what you wanted him to do so the least he could do was reward you. “Alright, go on and cum for me and I’ll fill you up, make this cunt even messier than what it is.” He let go of your hair and brought his hand to your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in tight circles. All it took was a few flicks of his hand and you were crumbling in his hands, crying out his name as you milked his cock for the cum that was about to fill you up.

“There we go, keep cumming for me.” He continued rubbing your clit while he thrusted a few more times. He slammed his hips against yours and filled you with his cum, he hunched over you a bit and pressed a few kisses along your clothed spine. You both panted while riding out your orgasms and he lifted himself up first. He waited for you to compose yourself then slowly pulled out of you. He tucked himself back in his pants and flipped your skirt back down since your panties were torn then moved next to you.

He pulled you in his arms and pressed a few kisses along your forehead until you lifted your head so he could properly kiss you. The stubble on his face poked your skin but you loved the feeling. He slowly pulled away and caressed your cheek. “Are you okay?” You wrapped your arms around his middle and smiled up at him, “I’m perfect.”

He chuckled and kissed you again. “Good, now let’s go home. I’ll have someone else handle this business, I still have some more frustration to release and my balls aren’t empty yet.” Your cheeks burned as you playfully smacked his chest. “You’re so dirty!” You teased and he chuckled as he held you close to him while walking back inside his office.

“They don’t call me a dirty old man for nothing. Now let’s go home.”

[itashiro-hitsuchiha]

😏 for Mirajane about Makarov?

Send 😏 for an NSFW headcanon about my muse

A rather specific kind of ask which I like for things like this as it gives me a good direction.

While not something she particularly likes to do often, Mira occasionally helps Makarov calm down after a rough day with her 'skills'. This can vary depending on situations. When team Natsu makes problems she knows he's going near giant mode on her in their private room and she won't be leaving that night. But it's better than the alternative.

[missxrivera]

“ the drive home will help too. You ever have those days where you were doing so much as a kid and then as soon as you’re in the car you’re out?” Ramsey smiled softly. Even after everything that she’d been with with Diego she still trusted him. Their history was messy but she still looked at him as someone she knew she could go to. Maybe in a way it helped that they had slept together, because the only other person she wanted to talk to about serious matter had been her ex. “ thank you. There’s no rush, but I do really appreciate this. I haven’t really been able to talk about the situation to many people and I kind of need an expert.” @diegomartinezz

Diego didn't want to be known as the asshole who sleeps around and never calls afterward but whenever he did sleep with anyone, he made sure that they knew exactly what they were getting themself into. Ramsey seemed to understand that, unlike other women, "Yeah, you're probably right, I really need her to feel sleepy because she is far from it right now," Diego said letting out a nervous chuckle, "Sure, we can go somewhere private after I drop Isabella home with her nanny,"

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𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬

ᰔ bondage ･ #tw:bondage

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dubcon/noncon ⋆ #tw:dubcon, tw:noncon

somnophilia ⋆ #tw:somnophilia

dacryphilia ⋆ #tw:dacryphilia

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rough sex ⋆ #tw:rough sex

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age gaps between consenting adults ⋆ #tw:age gap

pseudocest (aka incest between adopted siblings, big brother x little sister ONLY) ⋆ #tw:pseudocest

organized crime ⋆ #tw:organized crime

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cheating ⋆ #tw:cheating

blood ⋆ #tw:blood

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beastiality

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age play

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𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬

dubcon ⋆ #tw:dubcon

somnophilia ⋆ #tw:somnophilia

dacryphilia ⋆ #tw:dacryphilia

degradation/dumbification ⋆ #tw:degradation, #tw:dumbification

daddy kink (sometimes with a ddlg type dynamic (aka a condescending caregiver type vibe) ⋆ #tw:daddy kink

spanking ⋆ #tw:spanking

marking (bruises, hickeys, scratches, bites) ⋆ #tw:marking

size kink/size difference ⋆ #tw:size kink

rough sex ⋆ #tw:rough sex

minimal prep ⋆ #tw:minimal prep

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murder ⋆ #tw:murder

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toxic relationships (manipulation, possessiveness, jealousy, patronization/condescension, extreme control, etc) ⋆ #tw:toxic relationship

age gaps between consenting adults ⋆ #tw:age gap

pseudocest (aka incest between adopted siblings, big brother x little sister ONLY) ⋆ #tw:pseudocest

organized crime ⋆ #tw:organized crime

drugs/drug addiction ⋆ #tw:drugs

cheating ⋆ #tw:cheating

blood ⋆ #tw:blood

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[chigirisprincess]

Starring; Professor! Zeke Jäger.

Warnings; 18+ minors dni + fem reader + age gap + student/teacher relationship + unequal power dynamic + semi-public sex + creampies + vaginal sex + fingering.

Word count; 6.4k

Written for; @astraluvs​ School’s out Collab! 

Note; Ah! This is a rewrite of my very first smut fic !! Can you believe? The original fic and character are so near and dear to me so I’m excited to share a revamped version with my favourite soggy man, Zeke! I hope you enjoy <3

There was a special place in hell reserved for people like him, that Zeke decided as his pallid blue eyes raked over your figure for the umpteenth time that afternoon. Though, he was careful, always careful, never allowing himself to linger for too long lest it becomes glaringly obvious that he was staring at his student. But how could he not, when every class you’d show up in tiny skirts and thinly made sundresses to suit the bright California sun. It was distracting, you distracted him; demanded all his attention from your spot in the far corner of the classroom. Your very presence was maddening, it drove him up the wall with need but as your superior, all he could do was watch from afar. Watching didn’t hurt anyone, it didn’t hurt you and it satiated the lust that threatened to eat away at him every time you entered his classroom. 

Today, you’d made yourself comfortable in the front of the class, absentmindedly chewing on the tip of your pen as you read over the revisions he’d made on your essay. Your brows were stitched together in concentration, furiously scribbling in the margins of the paper all the changes you had to make now that he’s all but squashed your thesis into a thousand tiny pieces.

The sight was all too familiar as you frequented his office hours, an abundance of questions in hand as you made yourself at home in his office every Tuesday at 5:30 pm. Zeke didn’t mind it so much, not at first. It was refreshing to have a student so dedicated to their studies. Your company was pleasant, you were a bright student and for the first time in years, he had found himself holding a stimulating academic conversation. That was perhaps rarer to him than a competent student. So, Zeke welcomed your presence with open arms, the icy demeanour he dons in class vanishing that was until your sixth visit. It had been a particularly hot day, one of the last ones before fall officially arrived, and you had come into his office clad in a short yellow sundress. He hadn’t thought much of your attire until you had sat next to him, crossing one leg over the other, when he noticed how the fabric inched its way higher up your thigh, revealing more of your smooth skin. He had cleared his throat quietly, averting his gaze before you could notice his pensive stare; you were seemingly oblivious. 

That was also the day he remembered that fall in California was much different than the bitter cold months that made up fall in Canada, so all hopes of you coming to his office dressed in bulky layers for warmth were quickly snubbed. Zeke hoped he’d be able to curb this fascination he had but that was proving to be more difficult than he originally thought. The week after that, you bounded through the sturdy oak wood doors in yet another short sundress, cheerily telling him how back home on the east coast you would have been breaking out the snow gear and the long johns. Zeke hadn’t ever wished for snow as badly as he did at that moment,  though he knew it was empirically impossible for it to snow in California.

All at once, he was cursing the day his father packed up their happy little life in Toronto to chase after Carla, the woman who’d become his stepmother.

As his admiration for you grew, so did his attraction. 

In the seven years, he had been teaching at Berkeley he had never given in to temptation. He’s had his fair share of pickings, young women tended to flock to him, all faux doe-eyed and worried looks plastered on their faces as they offered him the failed test that was so tightly clasped in their hands. At first, he didn’t understand, that hungered glint in their eyes unsettling but he then caught on that most, if not all of his female students only took his classes because they found him attractive, and hoped if they bit their lip hard enough he’d give them a passing grade in exchange for sexual favours. It was preposterous and a tad insulting that most of his students only cared for his looks rather than his intelligence.

So, in those seven years, he would have the highest percentage of students who failed an upper-year course. Effectively scaring off the students who had an actual interest in the history of ancient warfare.

You though, you were different. 

Zeke was wary of your intentions when you first made visits to his often a regular occurrence but he had yet to find anything that would break the dream he seemed to be living. On your third visit, after discussing that week's discussion question on Alexander the Great, you’d confess you aspired to be a history teacher, which is why you had taken his course. You weren’t completely unaware of his reputation but you didn’t know that you signed up for one of his classes. That alone had increased his interest in you tenfold. Too often, his reputation preceded him but he was overjoyed that in this instance, it didn’t. You craved his wealth of knowledge and he was more than happy to satiate you if that meant he got to indulge in his fascination with you.

When you introduced yourself to him after the first lecture of the semester, you were unphased by the icy daggers he used to stare down the weakest of the group instead, you greeted him with a cheeky grin. A stack of books laid clasped between your arms, pushing your breasts up so Zeke had no choice but to ogle. 

“Good afternoon Professor Jäger!” you chirped, sticking your hand out for him to shake as you offered him your name, “I just had a quick question to ask if that’s alright with you.”

Zeke couldn’t hide the look of surprise that marred his face, the frown held on his lips throughout the lecture threatening to fall into an o-shape. Most were too intimidated to approach him and if they did, it was typically after they’d received a failing grade. It was refreshing, to be treated like any other professor to have a student willing to build a relationship with him devoid of any ulterior motive.

Perhaps, that was why you’d begun to plague his every waking thought, why late at night his dreams would drift to you, a fantasy playing out on the big screen as he slept the night away. When Zeke spoke to you, he found himself more concerned with what it would be like to spend time outside of an academic setting with you, instead of explaining the innovations of the Neo-Assyrian Empire like you’d asked him to. Zeke knew it was inappropriate to think about you in that way but, he was enamoured by you and your intellect, and perhaps something else, but he wouldn’t ever admit that to himself. If Zeke admitted that he was physically attracted to you, then he was no better than the men who would steep so low as taking advantage of their students.

“Professor Jäger?” hearing the soft lift of voice he snapped his gaze away from the pen that was pressed against your lips. 

Clearing his throat, Zeke offered you an awkward smile, “Is everything alright?”

You nodded your head quickly, leaning across his desk to show him your essay “ You corrected a date on my paper, but I double-checked and I had it correct.”

He let his eyes trail over your chest, the low-cut top you were wearing didn’t leave much to the imagination, but now that you were leaning forward on his desk he had a direct view down your shirt. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a bit of your bra. Suddenly, his slacks felt oddly tight, thankfully you were too focused on your paper to notice.

“My apologizes, my mind must have been elsewhere when I was editing your rough draft.”

“It’s no problem sir, just thought I’d let you know.” The smile you send him drives him damn near insane and he wishes that he was the only person he smiled at like that.

Satisfied with his revisions you began to pack your bag up which rested on the chair you previously occupied. Zeke was sorting through his paperwork when he heard a string of curses fly past your lips, when he looked up, you bent down to pick up a dropped pencil, your skirt rising high enough to flash him a glimpse of your panties. Forcing his gaze over to the window, Zeke stared at the masses passing through the walkway until you finished packing.

“Have a good afternoon.” He muttered, scratching at his beard.

“You too sir!”

You tossed those words over your shoulder, stumbling through the door to catch up with one of your friends. You hardly even spared him a glance.

It was then, that Zeke knew things had gone too far. The innocent infatuation he felt for you had turned into lust. 

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Groaning into his hands, Zeke pushed the pile of hastily marked tests to the edge of his desk. Early that morning, one of his teaching assistants had thrust the pile into his hands so he could overlook them. More than half the class had failed, almost two quarters were unable to score higher than sixty percent, only the last half quarter had done moderately well. Unsurprisingly, you were the only student to score anywhere near perfect. He was sure you would relish the obnoxiously coloured sticker Pieck stamped on your scantron in addition to the grade you received.

The test wasn’t hard; if every student had completed their readings and paid attention during his lectures most would have even found it to be easy. Zeke wasn’t cruel, he didn’t take pleasure in torturing his students but he couldn’t help that most of them preferred to spend their evenings drowning in booze rather than actually picking up a textbook. Before Zeke could further wallow in disappointment someone knocked on his office door. It was faint, he would have dismissed it had it not been for the second knock, that one was much louder, it stirred him from his thoughts. There weren’t any meetings he had scheduled that day, and his office hours were held on Tuesdays, not Fridays. No one, ever dropped by unannounced. 

Rounding his desk to unlock and open the door to reveal you on the other side. At the sound of the door clicking open, your head shot up, your breath catching in your throat as if you hadn’t been expecting to see him

“What are you doing here?”

Zeke asked, tugging at his tie. It suddenly felt too tight around his neck, uncomfortably tight against his adams apple.

“During yesterday’s lecture, I asked if I could meet with you today because I wanted to go over my thesis,” you said blinking up at him, tilting your head slightly when he stared blankly back at you “If you’re busy or you forgot I can wait until Tuesday, I don’t mind.”

Zeke stepped back to give you space to enter his office “Must have slipped my mind, but I’m not busy,” gesturing for you to come in, “Come in, make yourself comfortable.”

Stepping into his office, you slipped your bag off your shoulders before taking a seat in front of his desk. Your eyes followed him as he sat across from you, watching as he rolled the sleeves of his button-down shirt further up his forearm with a strange intensity. His hair was slightly dishevelled, looking as if he had repeatedly ran his finger into it out of stress. You watched as he cleaned up the mess scattered across his desk. Your gaze weighed heavy on his frame and he wondered what was going on in his head.

You’d be ashamed if he ever did find out.

You were spending an embarrassing amount of time debating whether or not it was normal to find hands attractive. Your thesis was the furthest thing from your mind, your head was flooded with thoughts of him. 

You had been doing a lot of that lately; watching, observing him every chance you got, questioning yourself and your feelings. Zeke Jäger was painfully attractive and you knew that you weren’t the first student to think so, nor would you be the last. It was a harmless attraction you’d tell yourself when you found your thoughts too often drifted to him while in his lecture rather than whatever the topic of the lesson was. It wasn’t like anything would come of it, he was your professor. You had far too much pride to be one of those girls that chased after men in authority for some sort of thrill. You were better than that, so this schoolgirl crush of yours would never be more than that. Zeke would fail you’d one day become just another bumbling fool, clawing at the chance for an ounce of his attention.

As long as he never found out about your crush there would be nothing to worry about. Attraction wasn’t fatal when kept a secret and you were good at keeping secrets.

Pulling your laptop out of your bag you hoped he wouldn’t notice your lingering gaze. If he did notice he didn’t let it show, instead gazing back at you with an expectant look. 

Clapping his hands together Zeke sighs, “Let’s get started.”

Offering a tepid grin, you nod your head, clicking open the document and getting to work.

An hour had passed since you had entered his office, and Zeke felt as though things were going nowhere, that your mind had to have been elsewhere. You were constantly fidgeting in your seat, crossing and uncrossing your legs, and staring off into space. You were unfocused, distracted and not the scholar he’d come to know.

Taking his glasses off, Zeke pinched the bridge of his nose “Did you know that the movie ‘Jurassic Park’ was based on true events?”

“I know.” You mutter, tapping your finger against the top of his desk. Your eyes are glassy, distant and glued to the wall behind his head. You’re clearly unfocused and your mind is elsewhere. 

A heavy sigh passes through Zeke’s lips, you weren’t even paying attention to him. Closing your laptop, Zeke rests his head in the palm of his hand, waiting for you to register your surroundings and snap back to reality. There must have been a party tonight or you were thinking about boys, it was always parties and romantic trists that turned the most promising students into unspecial and mediocre, desperately trying to keep their head above the water. They never managed though, they sank. Time and time again, he watched his students throw away all their potential for nothing more than a fleeting high.

“Why’d you do that?” You shout, panic evident in your voice “The doc wasn’t saved, everything is going to be erased!”

“You were using google docs, it saves automatically.”

Muttering a quiet sorry, you sheepishly looked down at your hands. The sight tugged at Zeke’s heartstrings. It wasn’t often he felt sorry for his students, but you looked so dejected, tears brimming in your eyes as you collapsed into your seat. He hadn’t meant to upset you, but he saw no merit in running circles if your mind was elsewhere. Clearly, there was something going on if you were already on the brink of tears.

Zeke slid out of his chair, taking a seat in the one beside you on the opposite side of his desk, pulling your chair so you would face him “You’re very clearly distracted, and if something is bothering you this much you can talk to me about it.”

He placed his hand on your knee as a comforting gesture, but it only made you feel more nervous, “There’s nothing wrong sir, I’m just a bit tired today.”

“So you’re having trouble sleeping?”

“No, I sleep just fine.” 

“So then what has you so distracted today?” He asked again, he wasn’t one to pry into his student's personal life but as an educator, it was his job to ensure his students felt safe and welcomed on campus, “Are you feeling homesick? Struggling in other classes? You know Berkeley has an abundance of resources available to students, if you don’t feel comfortable speaking with me, I can help you make an appointment to speak with someone.”

He pulled his chair forward so that your knees were touching, his hand moving slightly further up to rest on your thigh. The rational, sensible part of Zeke knew he should have just sent you on your way with the contact information to their wellness centre, that part knew that he should never have even thought of laying a hand on you but he didn't listen. Instead, he gave your thigh a squeeze, waiting for you to respond. You were in your third year, you didn’t need the whole spiel but despite his emboldened gesture, he felt safer regurgitating the information he most often passed onto blubbery-eyed first years who broke during the first moment of silence.

Your face felt hot, your entire body felt hot at the feeling of his hand on your thigh, his hands were so big. You couldn’t remember them ever looking as big as they felt. You wondered if they were always this big, wanted to know where all the callouses on the palm of his hands and fingertips came from. You tried to form a coherent response but your head felt muddied with a thousand different thoughts that all lead back to him. Your professor was so close to you, his warm hand caressing your thigh, you couldn’t think of anything other than him. The faint smell of tobacco and nicotine that clung to his skin and clothing was apparent, you never noticed it before. Usually, Zeke smelled expensive, the scent warm and soothing but you’d never been able to place it. Now, all you smell is smoke and ash, it’s addictive, you want to know more about it.

Standing abruptly, you try to put some distance between you and him, in an effort to clear the fog that's clouding your mind. But, you find yourself trapped between him and your chair.

Zeke follows suit, standing with you. The two of you were practically chest to chest, you could feel his hot breath fanning across your cheeks. You wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear how your heart nervously pounded against your rib cage, you were sure he could just as he could feel the heat radiating off of your face. You were set aflame with nerves and something closer to desire than regret.

“If I’ve overstepped in any way I’m truly sor-” Zeke began only to be cut off mid apology. You surged forward, fueled by lust and stupidity, furling his tie within your fist you pull him into a searing kiss. The decision was hasty, you didn’t even know you were going to kiss him until you did.

You’re unsure of why you kiss Zeke, part of you hopes you weren’t completely sober from your previous night out. It was a weak excuse at best but you found far more comfort in that thought than you did in your reality because some small inconsequential part of you thought by kissing him you’d get over this crush once and for all. It was stupid, you were stupid and in that moment you hated yourself for thinking any of this would be a good idea. Zeke stood stiffly before you, hands pressed firmly into his side and unresponsive to your kiss. His eyes were tightly shut and the small groan he let out only sent you spirally further. You could have cried at the sight of him, he looked so uncomfortable, clearly unattracted to you. 

Pushing the chair behind you further back you were able to step away from him, seeking escape from the hell you created for yourself. With teary eyes and trembling hands you stumble away from Zeke, spouting apology after apology, “Professor Jäger I am so sorry, I don’t know what came over me!” biting your bottom lip you attempt to suppress the whimper that so desperately wants to escape, “I promise I won’t come by again, I’ll go to my TA or uhm … I’ll drop the class, I am so sorry, sir.”

Zeke was only half-listening to your words as you began to frantically wave your hands around, haphazardly stuffing your things into your bag. Looking down at your feet, you waited for him to reprimand you, to kick you out of his office and chalk you up to just another idiot looking for an easy way out. It never comes, the yelling or venomous words. Zeke’s office was silent, save for your laboured breaths and the clock on his wall ticking away. The air grew thick, you needed to get out of there but your feet wouldn’t move, they were glued to the polished wood floor. You wished the floor would open up and swallow you whole but it doesn’t.

But then, two warm hands are on your body. One on your wrist to pull you in close and the other pressing against the small of your back until you’re flushed up against Zeke. You don’t have a chance to gasp or question the man before his hands are cupping your face and tilting your head upwards so that he can kiss you. His teeth knocked into yours, weeks of pent up need pouring into this kiss. Zeke groans against your moan, his chest rumbling as he all but melts into you. It’s delectable, the sound he makes, you want to hear it again but you’re afraid to touch him. It’s all happening much too quickly, you’re unsure what to think.

Zeke doesn’t need to think.

He’s running on pure adrenaline, backing you up until the back of your thighs hits the edge of the desk. You sit on the surface without thinking, wrapping your legs around his waist on instinct. It feels right, the two of you fitting in one another like matching puzzle pieces. Zeke's hands find themselves beneath the hem of your dress going higher and higher until he recoils.

Resting his hands flat on the tabletop, Zeke pants. His cheeks are flushed and his lips are glossy with spit, “Are you sure this is something you want?” He asks, leaning close to whisper against the shell of your ear. A shiver wracks through your spine and his beard tickles your skin. 

You were unsure what Zeke meant by that but you didn’t care to wait for him to elaborate. Grabbing his tie you pulled him down to your level, his forehead knocking against yours. His glasses slipped down the slope of his nose as he blinked back at you, “I’ll take anything you’ll give me, sir.”

The word went straight to his cock, Zeke could have doubled over if he was a weaker man but he intended to have you in all the ways he imagined during one too many sleepless nights. Wasting no time in connecting his lips with yours, Zeke’s hands began to roam your body. You didn’t know it could feel so good to be touched, however featherlight it may have been, it felt good. You relished in the feeling of his hands on your hips and waist, their warmth bleeding through your clothing and sinking into your skin. It wasn’t that you’d never been touched before, but rather than you hadn’t been touched like this, there was something oddly entrancing with the way Zeke explored your body. 

In the past, the few boys you’d fooled around with never took the time to truly feel you. They’d fumbled around, groping you roughly until they’d blow their load far earlier than you would have liked. Zeke wasn’t a boy, that you had only begun to realize; he was a man. The signs of age showed in the crow's feet forming around his eyes but now they showed in how he lavished you. 

The small nip to your bottom lip brought you from the pit of your thoughts, a small whimper escaped you. Smoothing your hands down his chest you leaned back onto the desk. Zeke’s mouth trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing and biting at the tender skin. You could feel him smirking against your throat as he suckles on your skin, not enough to leave a mark but enough to leave you sensitive.

A breathy moan leaves you, your fingers tangling into his flaxen hair. You gently tugged on the strands when he bit down on the junction between your neck and shoulder. It elicited a moan from Zeke, one so depraved you were shocked to hear it from him. So, you pulled a little harder in the hopes he’d treat you with another and he does. It’s somehow even more debauched than the first, the sound shooting straight to your cunt. You moaned in return, nervously biting your bottom lip.

The desire you felt for him was insatiable, neither of you would be content with a few stolen kisses. Angling your hips upwards you try to grind against his crotch, in desperate need of the friction. Zeke isn’t close enough. Trailing your hand down his firm chest, you tug at his belt to bring him closer. He’s hard, his cock straining against its confines and twitching in his pants when your hand brushes against this bulge. Jerking your hips forward you try to rub your cunt against him to no avail. It might have been good for him but you felt uncomfortable trying to keep yourself balanced on the edge of the desk.

Zeke chuckled at your desperate attempts, muttering something under your breath that you couldn’t quite make out, “Use your words, doll.” His hot breath fanned across your face, your skin growing hot at his shameless use of a pet name. The wanton expression he wore, his lidded eyes turned black with lust, and the low gravelly voice of his unfamiliar, “You can do, you’re a smart girl I know you are.”

Your breath catches in the back of your throat, your mouth growing dry. You know what you want, you want him but you struggle to gather up the courage to tell him, “I want you,” it’s whispered back at him, your head dipping down to hide from his heavy gaze.

“Speak up, I can’t hear you.”

Zeke rolled his hips against yours, eliciting a soft sigh from your lips when his bulge 

He rolled his hips against yours eliciting a soft moan from your lips, but it wasn’t enough you wanted more. The hand that held his belt fumbled to unbuckle it, only to be stopped by him gripping your wrist tightly, pulling your hand away, “So impatient.” His tone was teasing as he rutted his hips against yours once more causing you to let out a whine.

Grabbing his free hand you brought it under your skirt feeling his fingers graze your thighs until they brushed against the fabric of your underwear, you bite your lip lightly in anticipation, waiting for him to make the next move. He dragged one finger against the fabric at an agonizingly slow pace, a cheeky grin splayed across his lips as he watched you squirm in need.

“Please,” you whine, fingers digging into his arm, “I need you to touch me.”

Those words falling from your lips seemed to be motivation enough as you felt him drag his fingers down the fabric until they reached a damp patch. He hummed in satisfaction at the feeling, bringing his hand back up and under the waistband of your underwear.

“Is this where you want me?”

You languidly nod your head, letting your eyes fall slack at the feeling of his fingers pressing against your clit, causing your hips to buck up against his hand. He rubbed light circles against your clit, relishing in the wanton moans that fell past your lips no matter how hard you bit your bottom lip, chuckling to himself when the grip on his arm tightened as you ground against his fingers. You did your forehead into his shoulder when he pressed two of his calloused fingers into you, leaving his thumb against your clit.

The feeling was almost too much for you, as he hooked them in a way that had you crying out his name, as he increased the pace of his fingers. Digging your nails into his arm, you shuddered, “Right there, sir-” you squeal, your legs clamping shut on his hand, “I’m gonna-“

“That’s it, angel,” he cooed in your ear, his lips and scruffy beard brushing against the lobe, “Cum for me, I know you can.”

You came with a cry of his name, your nails digging sharply into his shoulder, and forearm as you rode out your high.

Leaning back to rest your hands on the desk you tried to level your breathing, tried to ignore the sweat dripping down your forehead and the slick feeling between your thighs.

Zeke slipped his hand out from in between your thighs, his fingers were heavily coated in your arousal, he brought his hand up to his mouth but before he could bring them close enough you grab his wrist, bringing his fingers to your lips. His breath hitched as he watches with mesmerizing eyes as you wrapped your lips around his fingers, swirling your tongue around them to clean them. You could hear him mutter “Fuck” lowly under his breath, a giggle bubbling up at the dopey look he wears.

Slipping your hand down his chest, you tug at his belt, looping your finger through it to pull him close enough that his hips are flush with yours.

“You ever done it in here?” You pant, nervously biting your lip.

He shakes his head, his pale skin turning hot and pink, “What? No … It’s unprofessional, I really shouldn’t have but …���

“You wanna?”

“We just did?”

“Do you want to have sex with me, Zeke?” You ask, palming his cock through his slacks. 

Any lingering traces of shame or embarrassment have slipped out the window as you stare up at him, your chest heaving with need and desire. Trailing your other hand up your thigh, you push the hem of your skirt high enough to expose your hips and underwear. His eyes zero in on the slick that covers your supple skin and the droplets of cum that glisten on the thatch of curls that peek out of your underwear.

“Please, sir …”

Your throat feels clogged and you need to take a deep breath before you settle onto the edge of the desk, your legs spread for the taking. For a moment he seems conflicted, his thick brows scrunched up almost appearing pained. 

“Zeke?”

Without thinking, he hastily tugs off his tie and the first few buttons of his shirt, “I want to,” Zeke pants, pressing his nose against the column of your neck, “If you’d let me.”

It’s a task to shimmy out of your underwear but you do, your lip catching between your teeth as you suppress a gasp. He’s pressed himself flush against you, and you can feel it, the way his cock throbs from within the confines of his slacks.

“Please,” you whine, a shudder dancing up your spine when his teeth graze the tender skin of your neck, “I need you, Zeke, need you to fuck me!”

He cursed beneath his breath, haphazardly unbuckling his belt and freeing himself from the aching confines of his clothing. You can’t help but audibly gasp at the sight of his cock, it’s so heavy that it cannot hold itself up, the garishly pink head leaking precum all over the inside of your thigh. Taking his cock within your hand, you slowly stroke his shaft, relishing in how he grunts out your name.

“You’re so big,” you say it without thinking and you catch sight of how his cheeks become stained with red. You find yourself feeling embarrassed when he lets out a nervous chuckle, “Sorry … But I meant it as a compliment, Zeke.”

 “Thank you…”

Zeke says, his shoulders folding inwards as he melts into your touch. Grabbing your wrist, Zeke stops the timid strokes you make, bringing your hand up to your lips. Your skin glistens from the precum that’s smeared all over the palm of your hand. He wants you to clean yourself up but he doesn’t say it, just shoves your fingers against your lips and watches with heavily lidded eyes as you lap up his pre. You feel a certain pride swell up in your chest, he wanted you to do it again.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groans, your name heavy on his tongue, “Fuckin’ hell.”

You giggle, you can’t help it but you do. Your laughter is cut short when he roughly grips your thigh, pulling you flush against him. His pale blonde hair is dabbled with sweat, you cringe a bit when he presses his forehead against yours, smearing his sweat all over you and ruining the makeup you wear.

“Are you?”

“No.”

You say it too quickly for his liking but Zeke nods more to himself than you, nearly pulling you off the desk to get you closer to him. The fat head of his cock pressed into your cunt and shiver wracks through your spine. He was big but you were so wet, your velvet walls still stretched out from his fingers and still, you felt like you couldn’t breathe as he slowly fill you up. That may have been because you held your breath without realizing, your nails scraping against the wood of his desk. 

It was true, you weren’t a virgin but all the guys you let fuck you didn’t care about making you feel good. They just wanted to get their dick wet.

 Zeke was gentle, surprisingly so.

His thumb rubbed soothing circles into your thighs as he muttered sweet nothings into your ear. They never fully reached you, all you could focus on was the fact that it felt like his cock was in your stomach, that’s how deep he was within you. Nimble fingers crawled up your leg as he wrapped his arm around your back, his nails digging into pudgy love handles.

“Fuck your pussy was made for me.”

His wiry framed glasses slipped down the slope of his nose as Zeke let out a choked moan. 

“Yeah?” You coo, your thighs trembling in his grasp, “Guess it was, sir!”

His nose pressed against the column of your neck, Zeke deeply inhaled. You could feel his cock throb within you as he shuddered, further burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry …”

Zeke all but sobs, biting your shoulder and letting his weight press into. Your heart lept in your chest as warmth spread throughout your belly, as he weakly thrust into you, dumping his seed deep within you.

His balmy lips all over your skin, muttering a thousand apologies though he can’t stop the pathetic twitching of his cock or the swallow thrusts his hips make as he overstimulates himself. You have to push him away though you don’t want to.

“I’m on the pill,” you mutter in hopes it makes him feel better, running your fingers through his hair. He’s leaned on to you, numbly pushing his cum back into your cunt when it dribbles out.

Zeke shakes his head, “That's not … I had a vasectomy back in ‘09,” he laughs, “I didn’t mean to cum so quickly … it’s just been so long.”

That pride is back and it burns brighter than ever, filling your ego with all sorts of delicious thoughts. You’d never tell anyone of what transpired but you’d always know that the Professor Zeke Jäger could barely last ten minutes when fucking you. It was strange, the sort of pride it filled you with, your pussy was that good even if he claimed it was because it had been entirely too long since he had sex.

“Oh…”

Before either of you could utter another word, a sharp knock was made against the heavy wood of his office door. Pulling away abruptly, you tugged your skirt down and tried to appear as nonchalant as possible. Zeke shot you a frantic look, tucking himself back into his slacks, “You have to leave, now.”

You rolled your eyes as if that wasn’t obvious.

Sliding off the desk you stumbled forward, your legs feeling much too shaky to be standing. You quickly slipped on your backpack and grabbed your closed laptop that had been abandoned on his desk, as he smoothed down his shirt and adjusted his tie. He ran his hand through his hair in a nervous attempt to calm himself, worried someone had heard the two of you. Though despite his panic, he managed to swiftly tuck your underwear into his pocket without you noticing until it was far too late. You flashed him a look but the cheeky grin he wore was unapologetic.

Once he felt like you both looked presentable he swung open the door, your TA was standing there, a pile of papers in her hands.

She held a flustered look, feeling embarrassed she has interrupted a meeting “ I don’t mean to intrude sir, but I finished marking my student's tests.” 

He sent her a tight smile, placing one hand on your shoulder, squeezing lightly “There’s no need to apologize, our meeting had just finished.”

You sent your TA a bright smile, nodding your head lightly “I think I’ve bugged him for long enough,” you stepped out of the doorway and allowed your TA into his office, turning back to Zeke you asked, “I’ll see you around sir?”

He chuckled lightly, looking back to see his TA looking down at her phone before he leaned in closely “I hope to see you again sometime soon.”

You felt yourself flush before bidding them goodbye once again and rounding the corner. Once you reached an empty hallway you pressed your back against the wall, holding your hand up to your chest. You could feel your heartbeat erratically against your palm. 

You couldn’t wait for your next meeting with Zeke Jäger.

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[akutashi]

Sugar Daddy!Chuuya

Tags: 18+ MDNI, talks of alcohol and alcohol consumption, mentions of sugar daddy relationship, mention of previous age gap relationships, use of the term daddy, nicknames (baby), some small general smut

WC: 728

AN: I ignored all my other pieces to finish this considering the events of chapter 101, so here’s everyone’s happiness for the week for ya’ll manga readers :’)

Unsuspecting Chuuya whose eyes were scanning the wine bottle in his hands. Would this be his drink of choice for the weekend? “Y’know if you’re looking at that, you should really try this.” An unfamiliar voice chimed up from behind him, an arm extending out with a different bottle of wine. Raising his eyebrow in curiosity he grabbed the bottle with his free hand, inspecting it before putting the bottle he originally had back on the rack. “You must really know your stuff, hm?” He turned to look at the mysterious person who initiated contact with him and was met with your mischievous smirk.

You did this often, hide in plain sight and carefully go people watching. You learned a lot this way, how to tick people off, how to interact with them, picking up on likes and dislikes and using it to your advantage. You used this trait of yours in particular to appeal to the men around you, more specifically the ones who had money. The lavish gifts these men gave you without a second thought never failed to surprise you, and in all honesty you reveled in it. The moment Chuuya walked in you could tell he had money, the way he dressed, the way he held himself, a certain sense of confidence dripping off of him that screamed to you like a siren. And you were grateful, grateful to have found someone new, someone who was, thank god, your age.

It was in that moment in the store that you met face to face where you both fell in love. No strings attached was always a lie, because when you were with Chuuya, you felt free, free like that constant funny fuzzy feeling in your stomach when you propelled from a steep incline in a car or a roller coaster. Free like floating aimlessly in the ocean, rays of sunlight softly warming your cheeks as the cold water touched your arms.

Chuuya lived both lavishly and modestly. While he partook in fine dining paired with wine, and occasionally was interested in high fashion, he also wasn't one to turn down a night spent on the couch, watching television until he fell asleep. He would always make you taste whatever new wine he would buy with him, mindfully pouring a glass for you and watching as you would take your first sip before he did. Those overly sweet and sour kisses that followed afterwards as the wine lingered on both your lips and tongues.

He was one to always make sure that his appreciation for fashion influenced you in some way. He always made sure to buy you whatever you wanted, making sure your wardrobe was never close to empty. "Don't you worry, daddy will buy you whatever you want." He would smirk while swiping his card before grabbing the shopping bag, holding it for you if it was too heavy.

He was cliche, always asking you to show off what you got after a long day out shopping, making sure to take in and appreciate every outfit you modeled for him. A “C’mhere, lemme get a closer look at you.” would fall from his lips before gesturing at you, grabbing you and pulling you into his lap once you were within reach of him. Not a second wasted before he was peppering kisses on your neck, your jaw, your lips. “Chuuya wait, don’t wanna ruin the clothes already.” You would pout at his actions of harshly tugging at the new fabric, voice whiny and breathless. “Don’t worry baby, can just buy you a new one later.” He replied matter of factly which then followed a quick undressing session, hastily pulling off your clothes before tossing them to the floor. He was always eager for this part, hands roaming lovingly up and down your body before positioning you comfortably in his lap. Making you ride him at an uncomfortably slow pace until you were worked up and begging for more. Of course he gives you what you want, he always gives his baby what they want. Flipping you over so he’s now on top of you, thrusting into you at a slightly more vigorous pace. He loves hearing you whine underneath him, begging him for more with pleading eyes. He’ll always make sure to give you just whatever you want, anything to make you happy.

[semisgroupie]

part two: the hole that replaced my heart

vampire!choso x fem. reader

wc: 10.8k

warnings: main character death, blood (blood consumption), age gap, monsterfucking, creampie, unprotected sex, a slap, this part is heavily angsty but has some smut, minor character deaths (none are named), biting, reincarnation au, mentions of god and other religious elements (angels)

note: all flashbacks/events in the past are italicized

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It had been three weeks since Kento last came for the interview.

During this time Choso did what he normally did, read and reminisce on the past. That’s the pain with immortality, the longer you live the more memories you carry with you. No matter if they’re good or bad, you just have to carry the burden and that’s what Choso hated most.

When you have motivation to survive and live on, then everything is worth it but when the motivation has depleted then you’re stuck in a loop of repetitive actions. Day in and day out, each breath that fills your lungs meant nothing if there was no motivation.

Today Choso just sat in his room for a little while longer after he woke up. His empty eyes flit over to the painting by his bed and a small smile found its way to his lips. “Beautiful.” The word was barely spoken above a whisper and he leaned in closer, brushing his finger against the frame then pulled back. “Absolutely beautiful.”

He brushed some of his hair out of his face and stood, deciding not to change his clothes since he wasn’t planning on leaving the penthouse. The neckline of his shirt plunged a bit, showing his chiseled collarbones and his pajama pants hung loosely on his hips. He slipped his feet into his slippers and trudged his way into the kitchen. He opened his fridge and took out a bag of blood, setting it down on the counter while he grabbed a bowl to put it in. Just as he had poured the contents of the bag inside, there was a knock on his door.

He set the bowl to the side and made his way to the door, he opened it and to his surprise, Kento stood at the other end of the doorway. “Hey old friend, sorry I came unannounced but I figured you weren’t doing much today.” Choso pulled the blonde male into a hug and patted his back before letting him go so he could walk inside.

“It’s good to see you Kento, what have you been up to these past few weeks?” He shut the door behind the blonde and made his way into the kitchen to grab his bowl and a spoon. Kento shrugged his jacket off and set it down, “I recently moved, my wife and I are planning to start a family. Maybe have our own white picket fence dream.” The blonde chuckled and glanced over at Choso. “Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt? I could come back later.”

Choso shook his head and made his way over to Kento, “don’t worry about it, I’ll be quick and then we can start with the session for today. But go on, tell me more about the Mrs. and how wonderful your married life is.” Kento nodded and started talking about it all, Choso listened intently, nodding along and adding little comments here and there while he ate. While he spoke, Kento took note of Choso’s expression, while it wasn’t something that was being unconsciously done, Choso had a small frown on his face and any light that was just in his eyes had dimmed. It made him want to stop talking but he knew if he did then Choso would just push him to continue, trying to reassure him that everything was fine when it really wasn’t. So, he just continued but in the back of his mind he felt like he was rubbing his happiness in Choso’s face, he didn’t like it one bit.

Choso ate and then once he finished he put the bowl and the spoon he used into the dishwasher then made his way back to Kento. “Let’s move back to the living room, we’ll get comfy then we can start the session.” Kento nodded and made his way to the living room, Choso following behind. “I’m really happy for you Kento, make sure to bring the little ones around once you and your wife have them. I’ll make sure to stock up on toys kids like.” He smiled softly as he thought about it, kids, a joy in life he never got to experience. That opportunity was ripped from his hands a long time ago but maybe there was something hopeful written in the cards of fate, maybe he would get the chance one day.

The men sat down in the same seats they sat in a few weeks prior, Kento took everything out that he needed and glanced over at Choso. “Are you ready?” The dark haired male nodded and brushed some hair from his face. Kento brought the recorder to his lips and pressed record, “The date is October 19th, 2002 and I am here again with Choso Kamo. You can start whenever you’re ready.” He placed the recorder in the middle of the table and Choso started.

“So the last thing I discussed was my first meeting with Y/N.” He crossed one leg over the other to get more comfortable and continued, “so I was anxious the whole day. I could barely focus on my work because I kept thinking about her, thinking about what her response would be to waking up and seeing my note. If she was upset and never wanted to see me, I would have understood. I mean, what kind of guy would I be to take her virginity and then ditch her in the middle of the night? It’s not like she knew or could’ve known that I can’t go out in the middle of the day without being burnt to a crisp. But for the first time in a long time I prayed, I prayed that she would meet me at the fountain, I prayed that I would get to see her beautiful face again. Even if it was for just a second, I would have been the happiest man alive. I just wanted to see her and be with her, not just sexually, I just wanted to be in her presence.”

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You read the note’s contents again then sat down on the bed. What should you do? You wanted to see him again but what if he wasn’t there? What if he just wrote that note to just make you believe he wasn’t some kind of asshole? As the questions of doubt swarmed your mind they couldn’t overpower the voice that was screaming at you to go, screaming at you to meet him tonight. So, you made the decision to meet him at that time.

You dressed yourself, deciding not to put on the corset since it would be too annoying to tie it yourself then made your way out of the bedroom. Just as you made it down the first flight of steps you heard a shocked gasp that made you whip your head around to the direction of it. “You naughty girl! I never would have thought that I would meet Miss ‘I’m never looking for a man’ after a wild night like this, half dressed, slightly limping, had a fun night?” You rolled your eyes as Satoru made his way over to you, Suguru following behind lightly chuckling.

“That’s none of your business Satoru, now let’s go downstairs and maybe if I feel like it, I’ll tell you.” Satoru took your hand and started pulling you down the steps, “come on, don’t take so long! I want to hear all the dirty details.” Once you three were on the ground floor, you told them everything and showed them the note, they looked at it then looked at you.

“You need to go, if he made you feel like that then you can’t let him go. You need to give him a chance and he’ll explain why he left.” Suguru spoke as he handed you the note and Satoru nodded. “I was planning on going but what if he’s not there? What if he just wrote the note to give me a false sense of hope?”

Satoru shook his head and placed his hands on your shoulders, slightly shaking you, “just go. Because if you don’t I know you’ll regret it for as long as you live. If he’s not there then we’ll trash his shop or just pay him a little visit.” You nodded and gave him a small smile, you clutched the note tighter and prayed a silent prayer, praying that Choso wasn’t messing with you, praying that Choso would be there at the fountain when the time came.

The next hours went by quickly, too fast for your liking. Your heart pounded in your chest so quickly and it only got worse as you made your way closer to the fountain. You wore one of your more casual dresses but that was only decided after going through your entire wardrobe twice. You knew you were a little early so you took a seat near the fountain, watching everyone as they walked past. You leaned over to an older man sitting nearby and asked him for the time and once he spoke the answer your heart sank.

Choso was late.

Ten minutes past eight, you sighed and looked down at your hands on your lap to try to hold back tears. You shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up, you shouldn’t have listened to that voice inside, you should’ve just stood home.

“Y/N!”

Your head shot up as you heard your name being called and relief washed over your body when you saw who called it out. Choso ran over to you with flowers in his hand, his hair was slightly disheveled from running and you stood up and walked over to meet him. “I’m so sorry I’m late, the florist was closed by the time I got there and it took a lot of begging to get him to open up his shop.” He handed you the flowers and you held them close to your chest, a smile growing on your lips. “Thank you, it’s beautiful.”

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“I wish I could say how relieved I was to see her there waiting for me. I thought she would’ve left after seeing that it was past the time I told her. But at that moment I would’ve ran to the nearest church and thanked god until my face turned blue.”

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You held the bouquet in one hand while he held your other hand, “I was thinking that we should go get dinner. I owe you a proper date after last night.” You nodded and held onto his hand tighter as you followed him to a local restaurant. You two sat in front of each other and Choso didn’t let go of your hand for a moment, “was work busy today?” Small talk ensued and it wasn’t awkward at all, something that you both were thankful for. Choso kept his eyes on you the entire meal, watching as you ate with a soft smile on his face. You wanted to question why he didn’t get anything for himself but decided not to.

After the meal he took you out for a walk around town, just letting you steer the conversation as you passed different buildings. “I understand if I’m stepping any lines by asking this, but why did you leave last night?” A small sense of panic filled his senses but quickly faded once he met your eyes, they were filled with interest and sincerity and it pained him to know that he had to lie to you for now.

“I had to open up the shop early for a shipment of new fabrics and I had some leftover work I needed to finish. For some reason it filled my head and disrupted my sleep so I had to leave. I didn’t want to leave but if I didn’t finish that work then I would have had to deal with a lecture from my most uptight customer. I am so sorry for leaving you last night, so sorry.” He looked down at you as your eyes scanned his, trying to see if there was anything he was hiding. You took his hand in one of yours and gently squeezed it as a smile grew on your face. Another wave of relief washed over him, he couldn’t imagine conjuring another lie for you, he was already surrounded by a web of them like a fly caught on the sticky netting.

He held your hand in his as you two walked with no particular destination to go. He could walk to the next country and continue on if you were by his side. You gave him a sense of comfort and a sense of humanity, he didn’t want to let that or you go. You two made your way to a local park, “there’s a pond here that I love to visit. I like to just sit by and watch the water ripple as the wind pushes it.” You looked into the open greenery as you spoke, your eyes lighting up due to a combination of the moonlight hitting you and thinking about going to the pond, showing him a more personal side of you. “Sounds perfect, lead the way, beautiful.” Heat rose to your cheeks at the name and you walked with him to the pond, the moonlight reflected on the body of water perfectly as you moved to sit with him on a bench nearby.

He still held your hand in his and he moved closer to you so your knees touched as you sat, “I’ve always loved coming here since I was a little girl. A friend of mine taught me how to skip rocks here and there’s many more memories I’ve been able to make here. It’s also been a place of protection and it’s pulled me away from any restless nights. Just being able to sit by the water and just think about everything is something that I’ll always cherish about this pond.” Another smile graced your lips as you spoke and Choso felt himself melt just by looking at you, he was honored to hear you speak about the importance of this pond, he didn’t deserve to share this moment with you, he didn’t even feel like he deserved to be with you. You looked at the water while he just stared at you then you turned your attention away to meet his eyes. “Is everything okay?” Your eyebrows furrowed slightly as you asked the question but quickly relaxed once he nodded.

“Mhm, I’m fine. You just look so beautiful, I couldn’t help but stare.” The genuine tone of his voice flustered you completely and you pressed your face to his arm. “You can’t keep saying things like that,” you whined, your words slightly muffled by the fabric of his shirt. He chuckled at your reaction and moved his free hand to hook two fingers under your chin and lifted your head up, “why can’t I? I’ve always thought it was important to tell the truth so I’m just voicing my truth.” You looked at him with big eyes, the moonlight reflected off the side of his face as he looked at you, highlighting his chiseled features, making him even more handsome than he already was. He moved his thumb to run against your bottom lip then leaned in until his lips met yours. It mirrored the first kiss you two shared the night before, soft and passionate all at once.

He caressed your cheek with the thumb that ran across your bottom lip just mere seconds ago then pulled back to break the kiss. “I wanted to do that all night.” You smiled and leaned in to peck his lips softly, “I did too, why didn’t you do it sooner?”

He chuckled and kissed you again before mumbling against your lips, “was just waiting for the perfect moment.” He held your face in his hands as your lips molded against his, it was perfect, you were perfect. It was your turn to break the kiss and you rested your forehead against his. “I want to keep seeing you, Choso. I enjoy how I am with you, even in such a small time.” His heart jumped in his chest at your words, your honesty and he moved back a bit so he could catch your gaze.

“I want the same. I haven’t felt like this before and I want to keep this feeling. So every night we’ll meet at the same spot as tonight and enjoy each other’s company.” He smiled softly and you wanted to question him. Why did he only want to see you at night? But you answered your own question by remembering that he owned his own business, maybe night is the only time he’s free. But deep down you wondered if there was someone else in the picture, someone else in his life, that made him want to see you late. You didn’t want to be the other woman in his life, you wanted to be the only woman. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts you didn’t notice that he caught on, probably reading every single question, doubt, and thought in your head. “Hey,” he gripped your chin gently and made you look at him, “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

Heat rose to your cheeks as you met his eyes and you shook your head, “sorry, something popped into my head and I got a little distracted.” It wasn’t a complete lie, just a general umbrella of the truth. He nodded and leaned down to kiss you softly then pulled back slightly. “It’s getting late, I’ll take you back home.” You nodded and pressed your lips against his once more before pulling back completely.

Maybe one day you’ll get the courage to voice your thoughts, just not today.

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“I felt so fucking giddy once I dropped her off. I was excited for what was to come and what the future would hold for us. It was exciting and nerve wracking all at once.” A smile made its way onto his face as he spoke and it made Kento smile softly. “Everything was going beautifully, we met every single night and I felt some form of relief since I didn’t have to explain myself to her. But I knew something was up, there was something lingering in the back of her mind during our peaceful moments of silence. There were questions unanswered and questions that I knew she was too scared to ask. Then around three months into dating she finally asked them.”

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You two walked hand in hand by the pond he took you on your first date. You loved being with him but you wanted to walk out with him in the daylight, you wanted to show your relationship off like all the other couples. This felt like you two were hiding something and you didn’t like it. Choso noticed that there was something up but he didn’t want to force you to bring anything up unless you wanted to, so he decided to wait.

“Choso, can I ask you something?” You stopped in your tracks and looked up at him, his hair was pulled back loosely so strands of his hair framed his perfectly sculpted face. “Of course you can, darling. What’s on your mind?”

“Why do we always have to meet at night? I love spending time with you but I don’t want to be someone’s secret. I can’t be someone’s secret.” You sighed as he chuckled and scratched the back of his neck, expecting him to tell you he had a wife and kids. Expecting him to break your heart.

“I knew you were going to ask me this but no planning could ever help me figure out how to respond so I’ll just tell you the truth.” You waited with bated breaths for his response. “I can’t go out during the day because the sun would kill me. It would burn my skin like I was put in an incinerator. I can only go out after the sun sets because the darkness protects me. I’m a vampire, my love.” Your eyes widened at his words and you moved back from him. Nothing in his eyes showed you that he was deceiving you but maybe he was that good at lying.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re going to look me in the eye and tell me that bullshit?” You were beyond furious, how could he say that and expect you to believe him? “I would rather you just say that I was your mistress. Just forget about me, forget I exist, forget about everything that has to do with me.” You turned your back to him and made your first step to walk away from him until he tried to stop you by grabbing your wrist.

You tried to hold yourself back from slapping him, you really did try but the second he made contact with you, you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. You turned to him and your open hand collided with his cheek. The next moments were a blur and the next thing you knew you were pinned against a tree.

That was when you saw it, his eyes were practically glowing red as he stared you down. “What more do I need to do to show you? What possible desire would I have to lie to you?” Your eyes moved down to look at his mouth as he spoke, you saw his sharpened canines, sharper than the finest blade. Your chest rose and fell, all feelings of anger and frustration were swapped with curiosity and fear. He shut his eyes and dropped his head to try to collect himself, trying to calm down before doing something he would regret.

It was like your throat was closing in on itself, no words could escape you in the moment but your mind ran with questions. He lifted his head and everything was back to normal, “I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t want you to ever see me like this.” He let go of you and took a step back. “I’ll leave you be, I know there’s no way you’d want to be associated with a monster like me. I’ve done so many things in my life that’s deplorable, I’ve ruined so many people's lives and I don’t want to do that to you. You’re so sweet, so beautiful, so pure, I can’t taint you. I couldn’t live with myself if I did.”

His voice broke a bit as he spoke and you slowly reached out to him, holding onto the sleeve of his shirt. “No.” It was all you could choke out. You gripped the sleeve of his shirt tightly and pulled yourself to him, burying your face in his chest while you shook your head and repeated that word. Letting it get swallowed into the fabric. He wrapped his arms around you and held you until you lifted your head up. “You won’t taint me, I won’t let you leave and you’re not a monster. I don’t know what you did but I know you must’ve done it to survive. I can’t let you leave, you’ve made me so happy and made me feel so loved. I don’t want to lose this feeling and I don’t want to lose you. Please don’t go.”

He moved one hand to cup your cheek and wiped a stray tear that escaped from the corner of your eye. He leaned in and kissed you softly, “I won’t leave. I promise.” He muttered against your lips before kissing you again, deepening the kiss before pulling back. He slid his thumb along your kiss swollen bottom lip and smiled. “I think we should take this somewhere else, I don’t want anyone to get a glimpse of you. Call me selfish but I want you all to myself.”

You nodded and pressed a kiss to his thumb, “take me to yours.” He nodded and did just that. Once you two were confined in the space of his home he kissed you deeply while his hands pulled at your clothes, almost ripping them off before undressing himself. He held you close to him and gripped and groped at your body. “Jump, I’m taking you to my bedroom.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and held onto him tightly as you jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He gripped your ass tightly, massaging the flesh while you kissed and sucked on his neck, your fingers moved up the nape of his neck and pulled at the tie holding his hair back so the raven locks could fall freely.

He walked up the stairs quickly and kicked the door to his bedroom open so he could lay you on the bed. The plush fabric of his blanket swarmed you before he leaned down to kiss you again, his lips molded against yours hungrily. His cock throbbed as he gripped it, guiding it to your wet entrance. He broke the kiss and looked into your eyes, “I’m sorry my love but we need to skip the foreplay for now. I need you badly, I need to feel you again.” He pushed inside you and dropped his forehead against yours. Your back arched off the bed and your hands gripped his shoulders.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the first night you were intimate with him since it happened. On the nights after your dates with him, when you were in the lonely confines of your bedroom you would touch yourself to the thought of him and that night. Wondering if he would do the same to you if you had the chance to experience a moment like that again. Now that you finally have him here with you like this, you couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for you.

Your back arched to press your chest to his while he bottomed out inside you, he felt even better than what you dreamt of since that night. His cock twitched inside you and one of his hands fisted the sheets by your head while the other gripped your waist as he started thrusting. His hips slapped against yours with each heavy thrust. It was completely different from how he was when he was first intimate with you, any sense of fragility he had with you was completely out the window and replaced with animalistic need.

“Missed feeling you like this, you feel so fucking perfect for me. Just taking me perfectly, fuck.” He groaned and fisted the sheets in his hand tighter while his grip on your waist was bruising. All you could do was whimper and moan his name, the pleasure was completely overwhelming you. His eyes scanned your face, watching how it scrunched up then his eyes trailed down to your neck, he could practically hear the blood rush through your veins. If only he could have a taste of the saccharine nectar, but he had to control himself, especially in a moment of passion like this, he didn’t want to push anything too far. Your hands moved up to hook around the back of his neck to bring him even closer to you, he put more of his body weight on you and moved his other hand from your waist to the other side of your head.

“Kiss me, I want to feel you everywhere.” Your tone was drenched in lust and he couldn’t deny you. He captured your lips in his again, kissing you hungrily and sloppily, sucking on your tongue and pulling on your bottom lip between his teeth as he trailed his kisses down. Kissing along the side of your mouth and jaw until he could reach your neck. His hips snapped against yours harder and faster, maybe if he made you cum he wouldn’t be tempted to bite down on the soft skin of your neck. You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging on the dark strands as he pounded into you. He licked up the length of your neck and he couldn’t help but bare his teeth, dragging the sharp points of them along your pulse point, which made you shiver underneath him.

You didn’t know what took over you in that moment, whether it was the drag and pull of his cock in your warm, wet walls or if it was something you wanted but didn’t realize until now. “ Bite me please.” Your voice was barely above a whisper and he wouldn’t have been able to hear you but thanks to how close you two were to each other, he could hear your plea clearly. He pulled back from your neck and looked at you with wide eyes and stopped moving his hips, earning a whine from you and a buck from your hips. “I can’t, I don't want to do something stupid and hurt you. I let myself lose control now by even letting my teeth drag against you but I can’t bite you.”

You lifted your hands to cup his face and shook your head. “Please. I know you won’t hurt me, I know you wouldn’t take it too far. I just want to feel it, I want to feel everything you can offer me, I need it so badly.” He looked into your eyes and he felt more conflicted than ever, you wanted it and deep down he wanted it even more than you, but then whatever shred of his conscience was left was screaming at him to rethink everything. “Please Choso, I want to be more connected to you. I’m all yours, mark me as such.” You let go of his face and held onto his arms as you tilted your head to the side, presenting yourself to him.

He let out a shaky breath and started moving his hips again, quickly finding the brutal pace he set earlier while dipping his head down. He kissed and sucked along your pulse point, still thinking about what he should do. He wanted to give you what you wanted but there was always a chance that he might end up hurting you. He groaned as his hips slammed into yours, his kisses and sucks grew hungrier as he kept thrusting. He had to hold himself back, he couldn’t succumb to his carnal desires…but he just couldn’t hold back any longer.

His fangs grazed against your skin once more before he sank them into you. Your back arched and tears pricked your eyes from the mix of pleasure and pain and your body reacted beautifully to him. “Cumming! Oh fuck.” Your body shook under him and his hips somehow started moving even faster. The mix of the saccharine that fell on his tongue and the way your walls clenched around and massaged his cock, he was cumming in no time. He rested his hips against yours as he filled you with his cum and somehow came back to his senses so he could pull away from your neck. He licked over the bite marks to clean off any blood that dripped and looked down at you.

You had a blissed out smile on his face, you looked like a masterpiece underneath him, so flawless. He leaned down and kissed you softly, you tasted the iron on your lips and pulled back slightly. “Sorry, I’m just not used to the iron taste.” He chuckled and leaned in to press a kiss to the corner of your lips, slowly pulling out of you as he did so. You whimpered as he pulled out completely then relaxed against his bed, feeling completely exhausted from the strength of your orgasm and the blood you lost. He left to go grab some tissues to clean you off and get you a glass of water but when he came back you were sound asleep. He chuckled and cleaned away any leaking cum and then set the glass of water down on the nightstand, just in case you woke up thirsty.

When he finally laid down next to you, he pulled you close to him and kissed the top of your head. He felt like the weight of the whole universe was lifted off his shoulders, especially since he could be honest with you. He hated that he had to keep the secret from you but now he could leave everything bare with you and know that you would accept him entirely.

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“It felt amazing to get everything off my chest and to have her accept me for who I was. We continued going on dates and our relationship progressed. After the five month period of us dating, I told her I loved her and she reciprocated my feelings. I can’t describe how I felt around her, there wouldn’t be enough words to do so but she was my everything. The sun to my cloudy day, the stars to brighten my night sky, the budding sprout that livened my dead garden, the air that I breathe.” He let out a small sigh and rested his head back against the couch he was seated on, thinking about all the time he had with you. A smile broke out on his face and he closed his eyes for a moment before opening them up again. “I think it was a few weeks short of our two year anniversary when I asked her to marry me. I was so nervous. But she said yes and a month afterwards our wedding came. The Astors offered to let us use their backyard as a wedding venue and they gave us all access to one of their properties for our honeymoon.”

Kento adjusted his position and leaned in, “so, did the Astors know about you being a vampire?” Choso chuckled in response and shook his head, “oh no, at that time the only people that knew were Y/N, Satoru and Suguru. We just convinced them that a wedding at night would be more romantic and they believed us.”

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You stood in front of the mirror and adjusted the veil on your head, making sure it draped over your shoulders perfectly. Mrs. Astor walked next to you and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder while your mother draped your grandmother’s necklace around your neck. “You look beautiful, sweetheart. Choso is so lucky to be the one to marry you and I’m so happy for you. I didn’t think you would be the type to get married but it makes me happy to see you so in love.” You smiled at her and placed a hand over your grandmother’s necklace.

“I was still hoping that you would marry Satoru but Choso is a nice guy, mysterious looking but he hasn’t given me a reason to not like him.” You turned to face your mother and hugged her tightly, she returned the loving embrace and squeezed you tightly. “Your father would have been so proud to see you like this, seeing his precious angel all dolled up for her wedding day.” You pulled back to look at her and wiped a few tears that escaped her eyes. “I wish he was here mom but I’m glad that I have you, thank you for accepting Choso even though he wasn’t your first choice for a son-in-law. But enough crying, we still have a wedding to get through.”

Choso was more nervous than he had ever been in his life and nothing Satoru or Suguru did to try to calm him down worked. “What if she changes her mind? What if she doesn’t want to marry me? What if I rushed everything?” He paced around the room while Satoru and Suguru tried to think of something to say, then there was a knock on the door and it opened to reveal Mr. Astor.

“Choso, what’s the matter? I can hear your footsteps from outside.” The older gentleman joked but sighed as he recognized all the telltale signs. “Come sit down with me, son.” He sat down on the bench in the room and patted the empty space, Choso looked at it for a moment before moving to sit down. “I’ll tell you this, you’re probably more nervous than she is. I was the same way when I got married to Charlotte, I felt like my heart was going to beat right out of my chest and all the doubts swarmed in. I thought about all my fuck ups when we first started dating. Even on our first date, I spilled my wine all over her beautiful dress, she had just bought it and within moments of us getting our drinks I dumped the entirety of the glass on her. But I can tell you this, when you see your soon-to-be bride walking down the aisle, every doubt leaves your mind. The only thing that you can think of is how beautiful she looks, like God sent down one of his angels for you. That’s what matters, not those pesky thoughts.” He placed his hand on Choso’s shoulder and stood, “now, fix your mop that you call hair and head outside, the sun just set and your bride is almost ready.” With that Mr. Astor left the room and Choso felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Like that was what he needed to hear.

Within the hour the ceremony started and Choso stood next to the priest waiting for you. The door that led to the backyard opened and there you were with Satoru, he insisted on walking you down the aisle and wouldn’t take no for an answer. When Choso met your eyes he felt his heart stop, “James was right” he thought to himself as you started walking to him. The dress hugged your figure beautifully, a cinched waist and the high neckline made you look like a goddess. As you walked down some of the guests poured some flower petals on the train of your dress and offered whispered compliments of your beauty.

Tears threatened to brim Choso’s eyes but he quickly blinked and wiped them away, he couldn’t explain to the guests why his tears were crimson instead of translucent. Then, you stood there in front of him, you handed your bouquet to Satoru and took Choso’s hands in yours. “You look stunning, my love.” “And you look even more handsome than the first time I saw you.”

The priest began the ceremony and before you knew it, it was time for your vows. Choso spoke first, “my darling angel, I did not think I could love someone as much as I love you. You’re the reason why my heart beats every second and why air fills my lungs with each breath I take. I was in a dark place, I had lost all those who I had loved and I thought I would roam the earth in solitude but then you appeared and my life was introduced to light once again. Your smile rivals the sun, your skin is better than the softest silk, your eyes hold novels in them and your heart is bigger than any other. Your heart is a heart that is intertwined with mine for all of eternity. If I ask for one thing, all I ask is if one of us meets our timely demise without the other, I ask that we find each other again and live out our love over and over until the earth stops turning.”

You released one of his hands to wipe the tears that spilled from your eyes before speaking, “I had never believed in love until I met you. I had never been interested in relationships and devoting my time to another until that night we met. From that moment on you have shown me the beauty of love, a beauty that I have never been able to understand. You appeared in my life as a mysterious stranger of the night and now you are to be my husband, my soulmate. I have yearned for you all my life, I have loved you before knowing you, I dedicate myself to you. You have never failed to put a smile on my face and you always sweep me off my feet. Choso, I am yours forever as you are mine. Our souls are entangled and they will never part. I love you, for now, forever and always.”

You both put your wedding bands on each other's fingers and the priest said his closing words. “May God bless this marriage, you may kiss your wife.” Choso pulled you close and pressed one hand to your back before dipping you down and kissing you passionately, pouring his overflowing love onto your lips. You held onto his suit jacket tightly until he lifted you upright and broke the kiss. Every guest cheered for you both as you walked down the aisle hand in hand.

Everything went by quickly, the night was filled with laughter, tears, dancing, kisses but most importantly, love. Then you two were being ushered out by the Astors to a horse drawn carriage, “you’ll be taken to your honeymoon residence now, enjoy your night and congratulations.”

The ride to the cottage was fairly quick and once the carriage stopped, Choso got out then scooped you into his arms so he could walk through the door. Once you two crossed the threshold, he kicked the door shut and made his way up the wooden stairs to the master bedroom. “You look magnificent my love, you were glowing.” He made his way up the stairs quickly and set you on the bed. He quickly got rid of his clothes then captured your lips in his. The kiss was hungry and filled with a mix of love and lust. His hands moved along your body to try to find the buttons of your dress but when he started struggling with the first two he opted for the easier solution, tearing the dress off of you.

You gasped against his lips and broke the kiss when you heard the fabric tear. “Choso! What if we want to pass this dress down to our children?” He slid the dress off your shoulders and started peppering kisses along all the open skin he could get his lips on. “I’ll fix it, I’m the best tailor in town anyways.” His hands moved swiftly to undress you until you were both completely naked in front of each other. It was a sight that you both have seen hundreds of times but now it was different, now you two were a married couple and now it was more than just lust between you two. It was pure love. Something so pure it rivaled a virgin’s purity.

He gently pushed you back against the bed and leaned in to kiss you, this time he was much softer with his movements, he took his time to savor you and feel you. Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck to keep him close to you, pulling him so close that you could feel his heartbeat mold with yours once his chest was pressed to yours. He used one arm to hold himself up and his hand moved down to grip his cock, pumping it in his hand as he guided it to your awaiting entrance. He broke the kiss and looked down at you, “do you want me to prep you, my love?”

You shook your head and pulled the elastic that held his hair back, “no, I want you. I want all of you inside me.” He pressed his forehead against yours and slowly pushed himself inside you. It felt like the night he took your virginity, the first night he met you and the night you gave yourself to him. Your back arched slightly and your eyes fluttered shut as a moan left your lips. It was a sight he could never get tired of for as long as he lived.

“I love you.” He groaned out the words as he bottomed out inside you and moved his other arm to rest by your head. He gave you a moment to adjust and started thrusting, slow and deep thrusts as his cock worked through your plush walls. “I love you so much, my husband.” Your words came out through breathy moans and your nails dug into his toned arms, digging at the flesh but only leaving red marks in its wake.

His hips slowly picked up speed, it was still nothing like how he would normally fuck you. There was no animalistic nature, no brutal snapping of his hips against yours, no headboard banging against the wall so hard you would think it would break. He was slow, meticulous, and thorough with each thrust. It was as if he was reciting his vows and pouring his heart to you once more each time his hips met yours. He captured your lips in his again and moved his left hand down to rub your clit.

You two shared moans and groans against each other's lips and nothing needed to be said. What else could there be when your bodies were speaking for you?

While his movements were slower than normal, the buildup to your orgasm was just the same. Your toes curled and your back arched as you felt the coil tighten in your stomach. Each thrust tightened it more and more until it just snapped. You broke the kiss and moaned his name in the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, it was as if angels were singing in his ears. To him, you were the angel singing in his ear. He thrusted a few more times before filling you to the brim with cum, he let out a guttural groan of your name and dropped his head in the crook of your neck. He placed gentle kisses on the skin until his lips felt the all too familiar marks from his fangs. He licked over them and lifted his head to look up at you.

Your eyes were already half shut, you were fighting sleep like you always tried to do and it made him chuckle. He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose then kissed your lips softly. “Get some rest my love, we have the rest of eternity to relive moments like these. Just close your eyes and dream peaceful dreams of our future together.” You let out a small whine, trying to say something back but fatigue took over. He watched your eyes close and listened to the gentle hum of your even breaths. He slowly pulled out of you and laid next to you. He covered you both with a blanket and watched as you slept, his eyes traced over your features until they were etched into his mind.

If he could put all of his emotions into writing he would write best selling novels on everything he loves about you, if he was a musician, he would write symphonies about the little things that make you, you.

This chance that he had felt like he was finally going to have his happily ever after.

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“Now, every love story has an ending and the hope is that the ending would be a happy one but not this love story. Kento, would you follow me? Take your recorder too.” Choso stood from where he was sitting and waited for Kento to follow as he made his way to his bedroom. On the wall facing the bed was a large painting of a woman, most likely in her late 20s, a soft smile was on her face and Kento followed Choso closer to it.

As he moved closer the gears turned in his head and his eyes widened as he made the realization. “Y/N.” His mouth moved before he could properly gather his thoughts and Choso turned to face him, nodding. “This is Y/N. This was finished three months before that dreaded day, done by a young man that recently moved to the town we lived in. He did it for free so in return I promised him free alterations for life. She was so happy when she saw it, she said that it didn’t even look like her but she was so wrong. While the boy was talented he could never capture her beauty, no one could.”

Choso stood silent for a moment while he brought his hand up to the painting, his fingers lightly grazing the glass of the frame that protected the painting. Kento’s eyes trailed back and forth from the painting to Choso and back until they focused on Choso. His eyes widened a bit as he saw the tears that spilled from the raven haired male, the tears of blood that spilled so freely. Kento had never seen Choso show this much emotion, Choso was always quick to wipe at his tears but not now.

Kento slowly approached him and rubbed his back. “It’s okay, please take your time. I can’t imagine how difficult this is for you to recollect all this, all the pain.” Choso nodded and took a deep breath before wiping the tears away. “It’s just that I haven’t spoken about that day with anyone, I’ve tried to bury it but whenever I see her face, everything just comes to the surface and drowns me. I miss her, I miss her so much.”

Kento set the recorder down and hugged Choso, squeezed him tightly and stood there with him. “Let it out, you need to let it all out.” Choso hugged him back, more tears streamed down his face and a red stain grew on Kento’s shirt. After a few moments of silence Choso broke the hug. “Thank you, I’m ready to speak about her now.” Choso looked at your picture and sighed. “It was just after her 33rd birthday, the year was 1909 and I was at my shop when I received the call. Y/N was out running some late errands with Satoru and she was supposed to meet me at the shop.”

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He held the two fabrics up to Suguru and held them to the pants he had against his work table. “The left matches these pants more right?”

Suguru sighed and looked at Choso with a raised eyebrow. “And why are you asking me?” Choso chuckled and set the fabrics down, “well you’re in my shop and you’re not asking for alterations so I’m making you do some work. You know, for taking up space.” Suguru narrowed his eyes but jumped when the phone rang. “Can you be a dear and answer the phone? You’re not much help with color matching.”

Suguru sucked his teeth and answered the phone, his eyes widening at the frantic voice on the other end. “Satoru, calm down! I can’t understand you when you’re frantic, calm down!” Choso’s eyes widened and looked over at Suguru. As he stood there waiting his heart sunk to his stomach, the anticipation was all too much. “What’s going on?”

Suguru hung up the phone and his face looked like it was drained of its blood. “It’s Y/N, she’s dead.” Choso ran over to him and gripped his shirt in his fists tightly, his eyes changed to a glowing burgundy. “Stop joking around and tell me the fucking truth. My wife isn’t dead.” Suguru placed his hands over Choso’s and took in a shaky breath. “She’s dead. She was in the store with Satoru and she just collapsed. When they were on the way to the hospital she had no pulse. She’s gone. We need to go to the hospital now.”

Choso let go of the now crying male and quickly left his shop.

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“I kept on telling myself that it couldn’t be true. She was healthy, she had recently gone to the doctor and she was in perfect health. But when I saw her body covered with a white sheet, that’s when reality hit me.”

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Choso sank to his knees when he saw your lifeless body on the table. He gripped your hand and squeezed it, all warmth was gone. “Baby, please. I need you. What happened to the life we were going to live? What about the children we were supposed to have? What about living for the rest of eternity together? Baby please. Please get up, please let this be a sick joke. I won’t be mad I promise. Just please let me hear your voice once more, let me hear your laughter, let me see your smile. Please.”

Tears streamed down his face and he banged his fist on the ground as he turned his head up to the ceiling. “I was good! I’ve done nothing wrong! Why did you have to take her from me? Why punish me now when I was truly happy? I’ve atoned for my sins, I’ve prayed for forgiveness and this is how I get repaid? What the fuck kind of sick judgement is that? What more do I need to do? You’ve given me this curse, now I have to live alone? Why take her when you could’ve taken me? She’s done nothing to you. She’s your most perfect creation and now you take her back? Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!” He spent the rest of his time sobbing until Satoru came in, his face stained with tears.

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve never invited her with me. Maybe this wouldn’t have happened.” Choso lifted his head, “you apologizing means nothing, it won’t bring her back. Just leave.” His tone was sharp and cold, Satoru just nodded and left.

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“Later on I had learned that her death wasn’t preventable. It just happened and there was nothing I could’ve done about it. Maybe it was a good thing that I wasn’t there when she died but I wish I could’ve been there in her final moments. I wish that I could’ve been the last face she saw but maybe I wasn’t meant to see it. I still dream of Yuuji during his final moments, so maybe this was God’s way of looking out for me. I mean, who wants to see their soulmate die in front of them? But it’s the selfish side of me that wishes I was there.” He took a deep breath and sighed, Kento drew closer and rubbed his back in some form of consolation.

“Within the following weeks we held a funeral for her. What hurt the most was seeing her mother so upset, I have never seen someone cry so much in my life. The Astors paid for a beautiful tombstone and her mother visited her grave every single day until she met her own demise. I patched things up with Satoru and Suguru and I was with them until they died. Then I was alone again.” He sighed and looked up at the painting. “But I changed. Even before Y/N I had never thought about killing for sport but when she was ripped from my life I killed innocent people just for the hell of it. It wasn’t just people who deserved it, it was people who had so much to live for and I took that away from them. I don’t want pity for what I’m saying, I’ve prayed for forgiveness and I have changed for the better. I mean, you see I only drink from blood bags, it’s donated blood so I’m not hurting anyone to ease my pain. About 10 years ago I saw Y/N in a dream. This is something I’ve kept to myself and not even mentioned to you during our personal conversations.”

Choso tapped his fingers against the frame of the painting and walked out of the room, Kento following close behind. “She looked divine. She was glowing and she had such a beautiful smile on her face but she also looked pained. I know it must have been because she was aware of all the damage I caused after her death and also because I was alone again. But when she approached me all she did was hold me in her arms, I babbled and blubbered like a newborn baby. I apologized to her and told her how much I miss her and she just held me. Then when it was time for her to go and time for me to wake up she just told me one thing, she told me, ‘look for me, I will be in your life again and we will fulfill our promise of being together for eternity.’ Then I woke up, tear stains were on my face and pillow and I’ve held onto that message ever since. I have no clue what she could’ve meant but God, I hope I’ll be able to find that answer soon.”

Choso turned to Kento and nodded, signaling that he was done for today’s interview. Kento stopped the recording and sat down on the couch and Choso followed. “Thank you for sharing that with me. I really do appreciate it. I know she’s watching over you and I know that you two will find each other again. I just hope that it happens soon.” Choso nodded at his words and offered a small smile, “I hope so too but now let’s change to something a little happier. So how many children are you two planning to have?”

Kento chuckled and combed his fingers through his hair, “well I personally just want one but she wants at least two so I’ll have to adjust to that number. But once we do have children, I want you to be their godfather, I want you to be involved in their lives.” Choso sucked in a breath and sat silent for a moment, trying to gather the right words. “I know you don’t want to face more loss in your life but I want someone to be there for you. You have isolated yourself in this cold, cold place. I know you don’t even go out for anything anymore but you need to live. If not for yourself, then for Y/N. How could you find her again if you’re cooped up in here?”

Choso narrowed his eyes at the blonde and tensed at his words. “I know, it’s just hard. I’ve tried to will myself but I just can’t. I don’t want to make myself vulnerable again, I know she’s out there somewhere but what if she’s not ready for me just yet. What if she’s with another? I can’t live knowing she’s loving someone else that isn’t me.” His voice cracked a bit and he shook his head. Kento moved a bit closer and gripped his shoulder, “you don’t know that, you don’t know. Stop living with hypotheticals. Live with the truth and the truth is in the outside world. Go out there. You know, I actually saw a new nightclub opened up a few blocks from here. Go out and experience life in the modern world. And who knows? She might be there waiting for you. And if you don’t go, I’ll drag you there myself. Your inhuman strength is no match for my determination.”

Choso laughed at the poor joke and shrugged. “Fine, I’ll go but don’t expect me to go to this place every night. I think I’ll go insane if I do.”

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After a few hours of conversation Kento left and Choso got himself ready to go out. He looked at himself in the mirror as he styled his hair one last time then walked over to the painting. “Please be out there tonight, I feel ridiculous doing this. But for you, I’ll do anything.” He pressed two fingers against his lips then pressed them against the frame of the painting before leaving. His nerves shouted at him as he walked down to the club, he saw the long line forming when he approached the block and let out a deep sigh, “of course the line is long, lucky me.” He glanced at the people already on the line as he moved to the back and there was no sign that you would be there. And as the time passed on the line, he started losing hope.

There would be no chance in hell that he could find you again the first night he started searching for you, it was an unrealistic dream but there was still a glimmer of hope. Maybe he would be lucky for one more time in his miserable life. Maybe, just maybe.

After what felt like forever, he finally made his way inside. He smelled the booze, sweat, cheap perfumes and colognes, just everything. It was a nice club, had two floors and the top was presumably for VIPs and celebrities and the bottom was for the common folk who wanted a wild night. The bass of the music thrummed in his ears and he started thinking about heading back home. This wasn’t his scene and he didn’t want to be there longer than he had to but he had to see if you were around. Just some form of you. He made his way through the sweaty bodies all packed together like sardines so he could go to the bar. Maybe if he had a few drinks in him, this environment would be just slightly tolerable.

After about an hour and about five whiskeys, the situation was seemingly getting worse. His body needed more alcohol and the alcohol already in his system was just making him irritable. He stood at one end of the bar, far away from the drunken club-goers that stumbled and were on the brink of toppling over. His eyes scanned around to see if there was a trace of you and just when he was about to give up, he saw you.

You were at the other end of the bar, trying to catch the bartender's attention while she was flirting with someone else. His heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest and his body started moving before his mind could process anything. He had to confirm what he saw, he had to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. He maneuvered his way through the drunken people, almost shoving a few out of the way to get closer to you. Then he was there, standing next to you. His throat was dry but he had to get something out.

“Y/N.” Your name tumbled from his lips and somehow you were able to hear it through the loud music and all surrounding noise. You turned to face him and you lifted your head to meet his gaze. “Hi”, you froze for a moment before continuing, “do we know each other from somewhere?” Your question was asked so gently and there Choso stood frozen.

Everything was the same from all those centuries ago. Like the same angel was sent back down to earth to grace his eyes once more. Your eyes crinkled when you smiled just as they did all that time ago, your voice was the same, only slightly raspier since you have spent the past few minutes yelling for the bartender’s attention, everything was the same. Choso couldn’t believe his eyes, how could he have been so lucky to see you reborn again?

You asked the question again, assuming that he didn’t hear you but again you only received silence as a response. This stranger just stood in front of you, completely frozen but you couldn’t seem to tear yourself away from him. Like there was this magnet that kept you captivated by him. A sense of familiarity washed over you but there was also confusion since you couldn’t trace back to where you knew him from. But if you two didn’t know each other, how could he possibly know your name?

Then he finally gained his train of thought, “sorry, I have to go.” Choso moved through the crowd and you followed behind him, like there was some tether tied to the both of you. You had to follow him or else the invisible tie would snap. Tears gathered in Choso’s eyes as he made his way through to the exit and once he was outside it was like he had gotten even faster. You ran after him as best as you could then stood on the corner when you lost sight of him.

One of your friends who witnessed the whole thing go down approached you and gently gripped your shoulder, “hey, did you know that guy?” You turned to face her and furrowed your eyebrows as you thought about it, you didn’t necessarily know him but you felt like you had. He knew you but you knew relatively nothing about him but you felt like you knew everything about him. Your friend gently shook you to grab your attention, “did you?”

“I think I did.”

Choso looked around to see if you were still following him and once he noticed you weren’t he leaned against the abandoned building and sank down to his knees. Crimson tears streamed down his face and one of his hands clutched the fabric of his shirt near his heart while he muttered to himself.

“I found her, I found you.”

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She gave a pout until he moved and waved at the janitor as she smirked and moved closer to him. “I see. You want some privacy, that’s fine, I can wait a little while longer…but maybe you can’t.” She then walked to the door and shut it, and even turned off some of the lights, leaving the usual emergency lights on as she walked closer. “Does that set the mood for you sir…I don’t have any other plans for today, so I’m hoping you could entertain me…for about 15 minutes~”

She continued to poke and prod at him with her words and decided to be a bit more bold as she undid another button and then laid herself on the desk like a pinup girl. “If you can last that long, I’d be willing to let you give me some extra class work after school, say maybe your place. Again, that’s all dependent if you can last long enough to even please a woman, if you can even manage that.” The rebellious redhead poked again, almost having fun at his expense.

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Jade had been a notorious student, always rebellious, back talking teachers, it was honestly a miracle that she was never expelled or given any harsh punishments more than detention after school. Nonetheless the redhead let herself into the detention room as she sighed loudly and dramatically as she walked over to her seat and plopped her ass down in the chair as she kicked her feet up on the desk. She was in the room for about 30 seconds now and she wanted out like yesterday. She looked at the ceiling trying to figure out an answer as she then looked at who was overseeing the detention room.

Her mind began to run through a few ideas but none of them were sticking as she sat at her desk not even bothering to even make an attempt at the homework given out to her. All that was in her mind was how to get out of the room and fast.

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You live in a quiet peaceful neighborhood, so peaceful people don't even lock their doors at night but as pleasant as it might be it's just so boring. Nothing thrilling ever happens not even a domestic violence call to one of your neighbors homes,nothing. So when the house next door's "Forsale sign" is no longer imbedded into the rich green grass of the front lawn you hope your new neighbors bring a little bit of excitement along with them. A lovely couple in their 40's moves in along with 2 dogs no kids you guess, the exciment comes in the form of a tall built young man with blonde spiky hair body glistening with sweat as he carries two big boxes inside as if they weight nothing. You and your husband come out to greet them offering a helping hand but they deny the offer saying their son got it covered. Said son gets called over for introductions and your mind goes blank,you weren't able to see him clearly from your lawn but now that he is towering in front of you hand extended for you to shake you are in awe. Your throat feels dry and your knees a little weak and you hope neither his parents or your husband notices the shake in your hand has you take his in a firm handshake, " I'm Katsuki, Bakugo Katsuki is a pleasure to meet you" the sound of his voice sends a wave of heat right between your legs,you say your name back and smile softly at him hoping it comes out as welcoming and not flirty but he still holding your hand and looking straight into your eyes as you tuck some strands of hair behind your ear. Your husband's hand comes to rest in the small of your back and the spell breaks Bakugou let's go of your hand and you miss the rough feel of it on your skin already. Turns out Bakugou is staying with them for the remaining of summer break he is 21 attending college ,he is unemployed so his parents offer for him to cut your grass or anything of the sort they don't want him to just waste his summer away being a slob, saying goodbyes along with a " Welcome to the neighborhood" you part ways going inside your home but you don't fail so notice Bakugou's stare following you until you close your door. Your husband take advantage of having somebody cutting your grass for cheap and ask Bakugou to come once a week to take care of it while he's at work,your husband forgets to mention this so when you hear your door bell ring early in the morning you open your door wide open expecting to see your husband, perhaps he has forgotten something but it's not him is your new young hot neighbor's son,somebody you shouldn't be lusting for you are older than him and married at that,with a squeal you cover yourself with your little robe hoping he didn't notice the tiny pajamas you have on he says your husband asked him to come and take care of the lawn, he says he's here to "squeeze the day" as he walks past you giving you a smothering look and a cocky smirk you're left confused standing on tour doorway at his words that's until you remember which pajamas you're wearing,tiny shorts that ride up between your ass cheeks plastered with bright cute orange,limes and lemons ,your tight soft top is adorned with two oranges each laying perfectly atop one of your tits,your nipples pebbled and visible under the thin fabric,below said oranges it reads " Squeeze the day" you blush and bite your lip closing and locking the door behind you.

This was a whole ass thirst on its own but just imagine deliberately finding odd jobs in the house just so you can invite Bakugou round to fix them. Tinkering with the leaky faucets in your kitchen or bathroom, unscrewing one of the screws that hold up a shelf in your bedroom. Telling your husband it’s okay as he’s super busy with work so you can get Bakugou to come round and fix it.

You’re going to end up bent over the kitchen counter while he fucks into your wet cunt, lewd noises filling the room as his balls slap against your clit, his muscular frame pressing you down harder against the surface as he whispers into your ear about how desperate you must be for his cock that you’re deliberately breaking shit, and if you wanted it all you had to do was ask—

Making you feel more amazing than your husband has in years, your toys bringing you more gratification than your husbands lackluster skills. Each night you lay beside him and think about Bakugou as you bring one of your toys between your thighs, pressing it into your slick heat as you try to imagine it’s Bakugou touching you. But soon, even your toys aren’t enough to satiate your need. It just doesn’t feel the same.

Texting Bakugou to come over when he replies about how desperate and needy you must be, how badly you must need to cum. Getting you to send lewd pictures of yourself to him, sending some back to you in return. Pictures of him fisting his cock while he captions “thinking about you.” Or “imagining your lips around my cock.” It makes you happy seeing him compliment you and your body, something you haven’t heard from your husband for a while.

You know he’s going to tell his best friend Kirishima about his new summer job too, and Kiri is going to wanna join in on the action. Being “helpful”. Your husband none-the-wiser as he leaves for work each morning.

[awintersrose]

I'm probably overstepping my bounds here, but would it be possible to request OroAnko for 11, or failing that, 31? I know I'm trash.🙇🏻‍♀️

Kinktober Day 11 - Aftercare

(From this list of prompts)

All Kinktober fills should be considered explicit unless I say otherwise, but this one is more M-rated.

I’ll also preface this by saying that I don’t normally write this ship for personal reasons, so I had to write a version that was most in line with how I could see this working out best, at the risk of disappointing readers. In the case of most ships where there is already a high power imbalance I often prefer to subvert that power imbalance by flipping it in the opposite direction. So in short, Anko is the top here, and true to the prompt, the focus is aftercare. This may not meet expectations entirely, but it’s what I needed for these two.

Okay, disclaimer over.

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He opens his eyes to the dim glow of lowered lights and the feeling of pure lassitude in all four limbs, edged with the pleasant soreness of muscles well-stretched, well-used. Extending arms and legs reminds him of potential bruising to come, trophies of a satisfying session. The air beneath the plush blanket encasing him is toasty-warm and leaving it is a preposterous idea, but above all else, the silence in his mind is what is most notable. Intrusive thoughts cleared, the static and noise always present have been brought down to naught but the soft glow of familiar chakra nearby.

“Hey, sensei - I’ve got your tea.” Anko’s voice prompts him to turn over so that he can see her.

“I thought I told you not to call me that anymore,” Orochimaru tries to sound disapproving, but the edges of his lips curl, betraying his amusement.

Once again, it’s always down to routine between the two of them.

“Eh, you know you’re still kinda teaching me things, and the scene is over. Besides, it’s always weird to call you by name. Can't really help it now, can I?” Anko sticks her tongue out as she sits close with a mug of something fragrant, and a plate of dango skewers.

“You could, but as usual you prefer to be vexatious,” he teases, “What flavor today?” 

“Kinako. And that sencha from Iron Country.”

Orochimaru sits up, gingerly withdrawing an arm from his too-pleasant cocoon of warmth to accept the mug of hot, blessed tea. Reddened, cordlike marks snake around his wrist and forearm, and he makes a sound of approval as he examines them, happy with the reminder.

“That was a very fun tie, Anko-chan,” he hums, sipping delicately. The tea is shy of still boiling hot, exactly as he likes it.

“Yes well, you’re a very, very fun rope bunny to have on call,” she moves in behind him to massage perpetually tense shoulders. “No one else is quite as bendy or enjoys extreme kinbaku quite like my snake sensei.”

Lifting a skewer of dango from the plate, he relaxes into her attentions and nibbles at the sweet, enjoying the mild flavor and the praise. “It’s quite the win-win situation, then, isn’t it my dear? Edification, satisfaction, and the acquisition of more skills that you can take elsewhere.”

“I’d almost say you sounded jealous if I didn’t know for a fact that you have company coming later.” She smirks, placing a kiss at his bare shoulder.

“And they’ll get to spy an array of your marks left behind on my skin, sadistic girl. What did you use earlier, by the way? A cane or a crop?”

Anko laughs, tracing the edge of one vivid stripe. “Both, of course, but I was more interested in seeing the suspension. You do look so pretty when you fly - in both ways, of course.”

In her mind’s eye, she can still see the coppery silk ropes woven over his form in exquisite detail, suspending him in an inversion, limbs bound at a seemingly impossible angle despite the bliss across his face. The ropes now lie in artless piles on the tatami, and no matter who she uses them on, he’s her favorite.

“I do, don’t I?” he agrees with a soft chuckle, and she swats his shoulder none-too-gently. “Now, now, the scene is over, dear. You should really be nicer to your favorite rope bunny, was it?”

“Oh really, who’s being vexatious now?” Anko rolls her eyes despite a grin.

“Feel free to hold it against me for next time, hmm?” Orochimaru turns to look back at her, offering her the plate of dango.

Accepting the offer, she knows that she certainly will - because when they meet on this level they both always get what they need.

[westwoodacadmey]

Outdoor/public starter Image 8 for myra. @ask-the-monster-nest

The science teacher moaned softly, holding onto the railing of the balcony they were on. The student holding her up as they continued to thrust deep into her folds. Her head leaning back slightly in pleasure. "Fuck....we-we shouldn't be doing this~" Myra moaned out.

[semisgroupie]

slutty little girl

professor!getou suguru x bimbo!fem. reader

wc: 2.1k (this was supposed to be a drabble I have no clue what happened)

warnings: degradation, name calling (just a lot of slut’s thrown around in various forms), age gap (suguru is in his early 30s and reader is 21), creampie, unprotected sex, rough sex (suguru has his limits), office sex (this is my thing now), dubcon, spit, spanking, light choking, suguru is just a little unhinged, dacryphilia

a/n: this was requested by a lovely anon for my what happens after class event! this is my first time writing a bimbo reader so I hope I hit the mark!

He should’ve known that you were going to be a major distraction from the beginning.

He should’ve known that one day your ditzy charm would be too much for him. How could he possibly ignore you when you looked and dressed the way you did? How your skirts got shorter and shorter with each passing day? How your shirts were cut even lower and were tighter each time you showed up to class?

You were a temptress and no matter how hard he tried to ignore you and move on with his day, he still ended up in the same position every single night. Fucking his fist to the thought of you bent over his desk for him, watching how you struggled to take his fat cock inside your tight cunt, listening to your mindless babbles while he fucked you even dumber than you already were.

But soon only fucking his fist wasn’t enough, he needed more, he needed you. Not once throughout his 10 year career had he wanted to fuck one of his students as much as he wanted to fuck you. He’s had girls throw themselves at him for a multitude of reasons, wanting a better grade, just wanting to fuck a man older than them, wanting to check something off their sex bucket list or just watched too many movies and thought they could seduce him.

But with you, you were completely different. The clothes you wore weren’t to seduce him or to try to distract him, he figured it out by the second class that you just wore things like that just because you liked to wear it. The way you bent over his desk to flash your lacy pink bra while asking him a question was always an innocent accident then when you noticed what you were doing, an apology was always covered by your giggles. It all drove him insane.

So insane that he needed to make a plan on how he could have your tight cunt wrapped around his cock. Fuck, even if it were just your glossy lips wrapped around him his desires would be satiated.

He didn’t know how he was going to plan it out, you never requested office hours with him and you always had things to do after class. It was more than irritating but he finally found his beacon in the form of the most recent exam which was worth 20% of your grade. You received a D- on the exam, he was honestly surprised that you even got that grade with how poor your answers were. But now he could finally put his plan into action, he could finally get his hands on you and all over you.

When class started he held up the stack of papers and set them down on the table, the action alone making your heart race. You knew you should’ve studied more but it was just so boring. He called each student’s name one by one and when he got to your name you moved slowly. Once you finally got your desk you leaned in flashing him with your pretty baby pink lace bra. He handed you your test and a pout grew on your glossy lips. “I’m going to need you to go with me to my office after class so we can discuss further actions to salvage your grade.”

You nodded without another word and took your bottom lip between your teeth as you made your way back to your seat. As he continued on with the class he noticed how you were deep in thought. What the reason was, he had no clue and he didn’t really care. He was finally going to make a move and finally ravage you the way he so desperately desired.

The class went by unusually quickly for you but the minutes ticked by too slowly for him. Once the hour was up he dismissed everyone and you stood behind. He quickly packed his things and you packed your laptop away and walked over to him. “Ready to go up?”

You nodded and followed him into the elevator, standing close to him and making it even more difficult for him to not touch you. You were in the perfect position, he could just slip his hand up your already short skirt and grab a handful of your ass. But he used the last ounce of self control he had to hold himself back until you two were in his office. He let you enter first and he stepped in behind you, locking his door securely and closing all the blinds which was a sign to anyone passing by to not disturb him.

You sat down in the chair across from his desk and started playing with the hem of your skirt, flashing him even more of your soft skin. Soft skin that he wanted to dig his fingers into until there were bruises and indentations left. He sucked in a breath to calm himself and moved to sit across from you. “Now you know why I called you here, this exam is a very big chunk of your grade and comparing it to your last exam it wasn’t any better. I’m very concerned about your grades in his class and I really want my students to achieve their best.”

You nodded and looked up at him, a pretty pout on your face. “I’m really sorry Professor Getou, I really tried my best to study but I just got so bored and I couldn’t do it anymore. I just get so bored when I study and I’ve even tried the ways you recommended.” It wasn’t the truth, whenever you open up your notes your mind wanders to anything else, the newest bubblegum and cherry lip gloss you could get your hands on, what cute designs you could get on your nails next, the next shopping spree you could go on, just anything but your academics.

He nods and sits back in his chair as he pretends to think. “Well I do know of another technique you can use but it’ll be more of a hands on demonstration.” He knew his next words might end up freaking you out but from what he’s seen so far he knew you wouldn’t bat an eye. “I’m going to need you to come here and sit on my lap. I’m going to take out the practice exam I gave you two weeks ago and we’re going to go over it page by page.” You nodded and got up from your seat without asking a question, just like he expected. You moved around the desk and sat down on one of his thighs, “like this sir?” He lifted you and adjusted you so your ass was pressed right against his bulge.

“This is much better. Now, remember when we discussed the topic of forbidden love specifically with Romeo and Juliet?” You nodded and looked down at the practice test in front of him. He gave it to you so you could hold it and he moved his hands along your thighs, soft just like he expected. When he heard your breath hitch he chuckled and leaned in close to your ear, massaging your thighs as he slowly moved up. “If you get these questions right, I’ll give you a reward. You want a reward don’t you?”

“Yes sir, I want a reward.” He chuckled and helped you lean forward on his desk while you answered the questions on the practice exam. Hell, even if you got them all wrong he wasn’t gonna let this opportunity slip from his fingers. As you answered the questions his hands moved up your thighs and flipped your skirt up so he could get a better view of your ass, his large hands massaged and squeezed the flesh while you let out little whimpers and whines.

Once you answered the last question you handed it back to him and he skimmed over it. Out of the five questions on the page you only got two of them right. “There we go, good girl.” He lifted you off him and pressed you against his desk. His cock was begging to be freed from his pants and from the wet spot forming on your pretty panties, you needed this as much as he did. “Now your reward.” He pulled his cock out of his pants and pulled your panties to the side and pushed his cock inside your wet entrance.

“Sir! You can’t! Too big!” He chuckled at your words, couldn’t even form a proper sentence and his cock was just halfway inside you. He gripped your hips and slammed the rest of his cock inside you groaning your name. His eyes immediately widening as he watched you shake underneath him, signaling to him that you already orgasmed. “Fuck, such a tight cunt for a little slutty girl like you.” He gripped your hips tightly as he slammed his hips into yours over and over again, his heavy balls slapping your clit with each thrust.

“I bet a dirty little slut like you let’s all her professors fuck this tight cunt. Just walking around flashing those pretty tits and this perfect ass” he swats his hand down on your ass causing a loud slap to reverberate throughout the room. “Or are you just a little slut for me? Hm? Have you fingered this messy pussy thinking of me?”

Your mind was numb with pleasure and all you could do was nod. But a simple nod wasn’t enough for him, he needed to hear the words come from your lips. He wrapped one of his hands around your throat and pulled you up so your back was pressed to his chest and he looked at your face. You were already such a mess, tears staining your face with drool slipping from the corner of your agape mouth. “Now I asked you a question, I expect an answer.” He moved his free hand down and spanked you roughly again making a yelp leave your mouth.

Your eyes were glossy and wide as you made eye contact with him and just by your reaction he already knew what happened. “What is it? Did the brainless slut already forget my questions?” You nodded again, how could you answer him properly when his cock hit all the right spots? “What I asked you was, are you a little slut for me? Do you finger this slutty cunt when you think of me? I expect a verbal answer.”

His hips never stopped moving, he continued thrusting his cock into you over and over, filling you with more and more pleasure. “Say it.” His grip tightened around your throat and you felt his tongue drag across your cheek as he licked a tear away, making you clench around his cock tighter. You shut your eyes and cried out for him. “Yes! I’m your little slut sir! I-I touch myself thinking of you!” He loosened his grip around your neck and tilted your head so you could face him before he smashed his lips against yours.

The kiss was rough just like the pace of his hips. More drool slipped from the corners of your mouth and he could taste the sweet cherry flavor of your lipgloss. One of your hands came up to grip his wrist in a feeble attempt to alert him of your impending orgasm but he already knew how close you were. He knew from the way your legs shook, how loud you were moaning against his lips, and how tight you squeezed his cock. “Let go for me” his words were mumbled against your lips but just as they left his mouth and hit your ears your body reacted. His name left your lips in a chant as you rode out the waves of your orgasm.

His hips never stopped as he chased his orgasm and with a few thrusts his hips were pressed firmly against yours as spurts of his cum filled you, painting your insides white. He dropped his forehead on your shoulder, strands of his raven hair that weren’t plastered to his forehead tickled your skin. You both took a few silent seconds to catch your breath. He broke the silence first as he slowly lifted his head. “Now, you’ll need to come to my office after class today and every single day after that for tutoring lessons. You can only do this tutoring method with me, understand?”

His hands moved back to your hips as he pulled out and he pulled your panties back in place to cover your pussy and hold in his cum. “Yes sir, only with you.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss you softly. “Good girl, a good little slut for your professor.”

[themightythortilla]

IDK why I’m just thinking about this now but I have a massive issue with teenagers being played by adults in media. I understand you don’t want to put actual teenagers in your shows because you couldn’t make them do the sexy sexy stuff to fulfill your weird fantasies but like. Maybe don’t write those fantasies. My cousin has a poster of one of the Sprouses (idk the one in Riverdale)  in her room and he’s like fucking 12 years older than she is.Is so fucking scary that we teach teenagers (and children) that those are the people to have crushes on. That that is how your partner has to look like. Because newsflash children don’t look like that. The man is nearly fucking 30 and it feels gross.

[badgirlcovenrep]

Hey, a sweet reminder to anyone "shipping" Jinx and Silco, Powder/Jinx is 15 YEARS OLD in Arcane

(The "MAPs, pedos dni" part makes me want to both scream and laugh hysterically)

This makes her a minor, and that makes that "ship" not only a glorification of grooming, it's not a "tw:age gap", it's a depiction of p*dophilia.

If you're on the "they're just fictional characters" train, it seriously doesn't matter, depicting and romanticizing the sexual ab*se of children is still immoral and wrong. Depending on how far you're willing to go, it's straight up childp*rn. If you think of a relationship between a minor, fictional or not, and a grown adult as "cute" in anyway, shape or form, please seek help. I understand some of you like the evil old man or whatever but that doesn't give you permission to do borderline p*do stuff.

(And to all my sane people who are just as mad about this as I am, if you see posts like this, there is a "depiction of child ab*se between fictional characters" category for flagging on Tumblr so report these posts, the site itself doesn't allow this.)