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nellielsss · 5 months ago

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Summary: When the relationship is so well, you tend to forget a lot of things... such as your inability to drive A/N: So... this is inspired by my current predicament 😭 I've put off getting my license for a while now but I'm getting it next week!! You're still welcome to read if you can drive. Pairing: Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Kento Nanami, Yami Sukehiro x reader CW: light teasing (reader can't drive obvi), mentions of car accidents, pure fluff, reader is married to Nanami, sexual jokes (Toji)

Kҽɳƚσ Nαɳαɱι

╰┈➤ One of the hottest sights to see was whenever your fiancé, Kento Nanami, put his arm on his seat so he could put the car in reverse and pull out of the parking spot. You didn't know exactly what that did, given the fact that you two rarely had to drive in the middle of Tokyo, but you still appreciated whenever he offered to drive the two of you out on dates.

"Those heels are pretty high, honey, are you sure you won't get too sore?" was something he said whenever you went out on date nights all dressed up for him.

"I like to look cute for you, Kenny," you pouted, putting the final strap of your sandals on.

"Sweetheart, you don't have to wear those ankle killers to look cute for me," he said with a chuckle, the smile breaking his usually calm and stoic expression. "You could wear a pair of flats or sneakers and still look like the most beautiful woman on earth to me."

"Don't get it twisted; I also like to look cute for me," you retorted once more, making him laugh again.

"Have it your way, sweetheart. I have to say: you do look quite cute right now. Now, would you like to take the car, call a cab, or take the metro?"

Right now, the two of you were getting quite serious in your relationship. It was time for you to abandon your 1 bed/1 bath apartments and upgrade to a bigger place for the two of you. It's worth mentioning that you both had different ideas of what the perfect place to live was: you liked living in the heart of the city, and a 2 bedroom apartment in a cosmopolitan area, close to plenty of subway stations and yummy restaurants to try; Nanami liked his peace and quiet, and that usually involved a long commute (much to your dismay). In the end, you settled on a house in a neighborhood that was perfectly close to what was going on and also far enough out that Nanami got some much needed rest and relaxation.

One of the problems of said neighborhood was the faulty subway stations that were frequently in disrepair. Most of the residents in your area drove cars in order to get places which meant that the neighborhood board didn't feel it was necessary to renovate the subway stations. This was bad news for you because you were one of the only people who took it everywhere they went. So, when the one closest to your house was under complete renovation for the week, you were left stranded and had to go wherever Kento went.

What was even more unfortunate was that one day, you had to specifically ask him for a ride to get somewhere. He was currently resting on the couch, having the day off, so you couldn't exactly hitch a ride and get dropped off somewhere close to where you were heading.

"Sure thing," was what he said without a second thought. You breathed a sigh of relief and were glad that the most embarrassing part was over, only for him to ask: "if you don't mind me asking, why did you need to ask me to give you one? Can't you take the car on your own?"

"Um... well," you said, a little nervous by the sudden questions. You then looked up at your boyfriend who now had a questioning look on his face.

"See, I could, but then I'd probably crash it... because I don't know how to drive."

And there it was: the ugly truth baring its fangs at your handsome fiancé. During your three years of dating and your one year of engagement, he'd never figured out why he was always the one driving or why you always took the subway everywhere you went.

"How come?" he asked in a tone that was neither judgmental nor harsh.

"So, you see," you started, trying to make it sound as normal as you possibly could. "I'm... afraid of car accidents. Very afraid of them," you said with a slight frown. "And I'm afraid that I wouldn't be capable enough to handle such a big piece of metal without something bad happening. What if I lost control over the steering wheel or the gas pedal got jammed and I... took another person's life?" You looked at the floor out of embarrassment. "Hah, would you look at that: a 28 year old who can't drive."

Kento looked at you, this time with an apologetic smile on his face. He reached out, cupped your cheek, and brought your gaze back to his. "(Y/N), don't be embarrassed. There are plenty of people who get by and live their day-to-day lives without needing a car. But, you need to understand that knowing how to drive is a very helpful skill in life. What if you were far away from any metropolitan areas and someone you were with got into a bad accident, and you had to drive them to the hospital?"

You looked up at him like a kicked puppy, a shy smile gracing your features. He always knew the best things to say for times like these. "You're right: I should know how to drive. I guess I just never got around to it," you said with a small huff through your nose. "You really are too kind to me, Ken. Anyone else would've turned their nose at me and passed me off as someone incapable."

"Why would I ever turn my nose at you, sweetheart?" He asked, his hand still on your cheek, now rubbing it with his thumb. "You still have plenty of wonderful qualities worth celebrating. And, you're right: you just never got around to it."

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Why don't I teach you how to drive? I've been told I'm a great driver by people very close to me," he offered, making you giggle.

"You're simply the best fiancé, Ken. You'd really do that for me?"

"For you? I'd do anything. Now, let's fill out a permit form and get you that license."

"Alright, first thing's first: let's get out of this parking spot," Kento said, his hand steady and guiding yours as he gave you a demonstration. "Turn the steering wheel left, and the car will back up in that same direction, and vice versa for turning right."

"Okay," you said, determined to get out of that spot.

You began to reverse, only for him to stop you: "stop, stop, stop the car." You freaked out and looked at him, abruptly pressing the brake pedal. "Honey, you can't just reverse without looking behind you; there could've been a child!"

Speaking of the devil: there was a child walking behind the car.

"Shit... sorry," you said, biting your lip out of worry. He just sighed and shook his head.

"Make sure to use the backup camera; although on the actual test itself, you won't be able to use it, so it's best that you use your head to turn for now. Here, this is what you do when you reverse." He grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and turned his head in the opposite direction, and you almost got distracted by the veins on his forearms when he said: "eyes on me, sweetheart."

"Sorry, babe." You smiled at him bashfully before mimicking the action, reversing just as he'd directed you.

"That's it, honey, you're already doing so well," he said encouragingly, reaching out to press a kiss to your forehead.

Praise always made your stomach flip, even in non-sexual situations.

"Keep it up, and you'll be better than me in no time."

Sαƚσɾυ Gσʝσ

╰┈➤ Satoru Gojo was good at everything, and you knew that even before you got into a relationship with the powerful sorcerer. You'd always heard stories from both his friends and strangers about how he could accomplish anything very quickly with only a single demonstration given on how to do it. This man could do everything: play soccer, ballroom dance, speak 30 languages (according to him), and he was even good at chemistry! If you weren't the man's pride and joy--the man's girlfriend--then it would've been really annoying to put up with such nonchalant skill.

He still made sure to tease you from time to time, saying that he could do whatever you could do but with tenfold skill (he really could; he just didn't want you to grow resentful of him (not that you would)). These claims were usually never backed up because at the end of the day, he knew that he was just joking with you.

One of the best things about having Satoru Gojo as your boyfriend was him being your personal chauffeur who could drive you anywhere he wanted in the least amount of time with the most amount of efficiency possible. He was even good at riding motorcycles which you usually weren't too fond of, given how dangerous they were.

But, oh, how his teasing tongue was just so irritating whenever he decided to use it. The man was an amazing boyfriend and an even more amazing best friend, but he could also be really cocky at times and for good reason.

"Satoruuu, I wanna go shopping," you drawled out, your arms landing around his broad shoulders and pulling his attention from the stack of papers on his desk to you. "Mind taking me?" You knew the man couldn't possibly resist because of his love for shopping which was greater than yours (seriously, how was it possible that someone loved shopping more than you?)

Satoru chuckled and gave you his trademark cocky grin. "You're asking me for a ride like I'm your personal chauffeur, eh?"

"Is that not what you are?" you quipped back, making him feign hurt.

"I'm hurt; my girlfriend's been using me this entire time for rides!" he said sarcastically, putting his hand on his forehead for added effect.

"Like you don't love going shopping more than I do," you scoffed, taking your hands off his shoulders and putting them back on your hips. "C'mon; you and I both know you can't resist a good shopping trip."

"Never said I was trying to," he said, standing up from the chair and stretching his long legs out. "I've been needing an excuse to escape these papers, anyway. Always so stupidly menial and boring."

"You're the one who wanted to be a teacher."

"Yeah, so I could raise a couple nice generations of kids; not so I could raise my blood pressure with these papers that need grading!"

"Be glad you only have, like, 10 kids to worry about--some teachers have 30 per class. And even then, it's basically 9 kids to grade, since Yuji's papers are never that hard to grade."

"That's true," he acquiesced with a snicker, shaking his head at the boy's... delayed learning.

"Anyway, I'll grab my purse, and you grab your sunglasses," you said, walking away to get said purse from your closet. Once you did, you returned to find Satoru waiting outside, perched against the car nonchalantly.

"Ready to spend my money?"

"You know it, baby," you giggled, making him shake his head. Once in the car, he did his thing and reversed out of the space, driving to the mall with the skill of an F1 racer.

Along the way, his tongue was just itching to say something to you, though: "Y'know, princess, I find it funny how you're always needing me to drive places. You're like my little passenger princess," he crooned, patting your head, only to be met with your swatting hands. "It's like you can't even drive."

That little quip, while it may have had innocent intentions, made you freeze up for a moment.

That's right: Satoru didn't know about your lack of driving ability.

"Cat got your tongue?" he asked, looking over at you while his hands effortlessly rotated the steering wheel for a turn.

"More like my license," you muttered, making his teasing smile drop.

"Huh?"

"Are you as clueless as you are tall?" you asked, looking up from your phone at him, face scrunched up like an angry kitten. "I'm saying I can't drive."

That confession almost made Satoru hit the brakes in the middle of a busy road. "You can't drive?!"

"No!" you said, a little angrier and louder than you'd meant it to be. It was clear that he'd hit a sore spot, so he cooled off the accusations and the teasing. "I can't drive... I never learned how to. I was supposed to learn it when I was younger, but I... y'know, just forgot to! It slipped my mind, was all." Satoru let the weight of your words sink in, realizing that this was a big insecurity for you, judging by the defensive tone.

"Baby, I'm sorry for provoking you like that," he said. He only ever used the pet name "baby" for when you were either mad at him or in just a plain bad mood. "I had no idea."

"How could you have? I never told you," you scoffed.

"Well, that part is true... still, I should've known something was up. You always love car rides--you get to blast your music at full volume--but you never actually wanna drive yourself," he chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood.

"It's always been an insecurity for me." You leaned forward, your elbows resting on the dashboard temporarily. "My friends--our friends don't give two shits about that kinda stuff unless they don't get gas money, but whenever old-heads find that out they make it seem like you have stage 4 breast cancer. 'Oh, you can't drive? However will you get around places?' Uh, I dunno, the metro?" Your little joke about geriatric seniors not minding their businesses made him laugh.

"You tell 'em."

"I was gonna learn, I even promised myself I would... but then I met you, and I started dating you, and you were just such a good driver that I felt it wasn't necessary to learn..." He was about to say something when you decided to continue: "... but it's wrong for me to rely on you for everything. I'm an adult; I should be able to do stuff on my own, even if I have a boyfriend who makes everything easier for me."

Satoru's face relaxed into a soft smile, and he glanced over at you while still driving. "That's true--that's all very true. You are an adult, even if you're still my princess," he said while ruffling your hair. "Tell you what: in order to repay me all those car rides I've given you, you have to let me teach you how to drive."

You looked over at him, your smile replaced by a soft look of shock with your lips slightly parted. "Really? You'd do that for me?"

"What kind of a man would I be if I let my girl struggle to learn with some old hag who barks at their students?" he asked with a toothy, cocky grin. "It's just like you said: I'm the best driver you know, so why not train with the best?"

"Satoru..." you leaned in suddenly, pressing a big kiss to his cheek. "You're the best! Thank you so much!"

"I know, I know," he chuckled, his pale cheeks slightly red from the praise. You then whacked him upside the head, making him let out an "ow!"

"Cocky bastard," you said under your breath.

"Alright, don't forget to use your turn signals, baby," he said, reaching out to turn it on.

"Right," you said with an apologetic smile. He was just like a mother hen when he taught you how to do stuff. Seriously, how could Yuji have been such a bad student? You were currently on your sixth driving lesson with your boyfriend, and you were already a better driver than most people you knew (except for him, of course).

"And keep your eyes on the road- watch out!" You were about to cross an intersection when an elderly lady was crossing the street. She barked some curses at you in Japanese before continuing on her way.

"Sorry!" You said to both him and the old lady.

"It's alright, you're still doing great," he said with a proud smile on his face. "See that sign up there? It says 'yield to pedestrians' which means you have to slow down and let any and all pedestrians cross before continuing. It's not your fault 100%; that lady was quite slow and small, but still, you have to keep your focus on the road at all times. No daydreaming or zoning off, no matter how hot your driving instructor is." He flashed you one of his cocky Satoru smiles before you whacked him upside the head again. "Ow! ... anyway, let's spin the block once more before calling it a day, yeah? I'll cut the lesson short since you've been doing so good."

"Can we get frozen yogurt after?" you asked, making sure your focus was still on the road.

"We can get anything as long as it satisfies my sweet tooth and doesn't break the bank."

As if his bank account wasn't literally limitless.

As you spun around the block once more, making sure not to hit any little old ladies or small children, you muttered an "I love you" under your breath.

"What was that, baby?" he asked, turning his ear to face you, "I don't think I caught what you said."

"I said I love you," you said, rolling your eyes out of how needy he was.

"That's the spirit." He smiled at you before relaxing into the seat, still keeping his focus for the two of you. "Y'know, maybe later, you can repay your gratitude to your super awesome and amazing and sexy boyfriend for being such an amazing teacher."

"In your dreams, snow leopard," you jested sarcastically.

Satoru merely chuckled and changed the song on the radio to something he liked better.

"Yeah, I sure as hell will be dreaming of it."

Tσʝι Fυʂԋιɠυɾσ

╰┈➤ Your man, Toji Fushiguro, radiated dilf energy from every fiber of his being. Even though you and him had yet to marry--let alone have kids, you knew that, one day, he was gonna be an amazing (and super sexy) father to your children. You already had baby names picked out for said future children, even though you'd still like to enjoy your youth before having them; you didn't wanna waste your youth on diapers when you could be getting turnt.

One of the things that made Toji so dilf-y in your eyes was the way he drove. You know that specific way that fathers drive the family van at a moderately-fast but not illegal speed & how they look so good doing it? Like they were built to be Nascar drivers? Yeah, that's how Toji drove, with his sexy girlfriend in the passenger seat to boot. A small part of him loved it when guys driving in the next lane over could see a beautiful chick & gained the slightest bit of hope that they could get your number before the light turned green... only to have their dreams crushed by the sight of the oh-so hot and oh-so intimidating man who was driving said car, his thick forearms on display and his veins popping while he had his hands on the steering wheel. They couldn't see his eyes through the sunglasses he wore, but they could tell that he was all but sneering at them. They'd look like little boys next to him, after all.

He also especially loved it when you two pulled over at the nearest secluded parking lot, horny out of your fucking minds and unable to resist each other's touch, and he especially loved it when you sucked his dick in the backseat and then rode his cock like your life depended on it (in that same backseat, of course).

Yeah, you guess you could say you loved it when Toji drove the two of you places. "Just sit back and let your boyfriend be your chauffeur, doll," was his tagline whenever you two hopped into the car.

You wouldn't deny him the opportunity to drive you around, especially since you couldn't drive.

Those little moments in the car would be put on hold, however, when Toji's arm got severely wounded while fighting a particularly pesky target. Not only that, but it was his good driving arm that he couldn't drive without!

It should've been fine, since he had superhuman healing powers and therefore only had to wear an arm-cast for a day or two. He had the day off, and he'd be damned if some stupid injury got in the way of enjoying his day off with his favorite girl. You'd also just be the one driving around, he presumed.

"Hey, sweetheart," his gruff voice said into your ear, making you jump out of surprise. "Sorry for spookin' ya," he said with a laugh, ruffling your hair with the hand that wasn't broken.

"Don't scare me like that; you know how silent you can be."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm just too good of an assassin," he quipped, his laughter piping down. "Why don't the two of us go out and get somethin' to eat, and maybe get a dessert afterwards? You know I love something sweet to eat." You raised your eyebrows when he mentioned dessert, knowing damn well that his idea of "dessert" eating your ass. "Nah, nah, not that kinda dessert; I'm in the mood for a parfait or two. I've recently developed a sweet tooth because of your sweet ass."

"Or two?" you asked mockingly, raising your eyebrow.

"Big boys gotta eat big meals, am I right?" he asked, that classic Toji smirk never leaving his face. "C'mon, I'll even pay for it."

"Sure, sure, where do you wanna eat?"

Toji shrugged. "Doesn't make a difference to me as long as the restaurant's good."

"Alright, lemme just get my suica card."

"Don't you wanna drive instead? I know damn well you ain't walkin' in those heels, baby," he said, looking down at the 4-inch heels you were wearing. "Plus, I don't wanna ride the subway when I've got this big-ass cast on."

"O-Oh, um," you started stammering a little, not wanting to let him know that you couldn't drive while also not trying to argue with him.

Toji, however, in his infinite perceptiveness, saw you stammering, and that little smirk faltered a little. He looked at you with question, wondering why you were at a loss for words when it came to driving you two to the restaurant. "Somethin' wrong, baby? What's got you stuttering?"

"Um... well, the reason is because I can't drive."

Toji stared at you for a few seconds, letting the information sink in. "Doll, you can't drive?"

"N-No, I can't drive! I... never got my license," you said, your voice gradually diminishing in size. "I just didn't get one when I was younger, okay? Don't judge me for it!" you added defensively, crossing your arms over your pink top.

"Calm down, baby, I'm not judging you for anything," Toji said, raising his one hand to calm you down. "It's alright if you can't drive; if anything, it's cute."

"Cute?" you repeated back.

He chuckled for a few seconds and explained his reasoning. "Yeah: it's cute as hell that you need me to drive you around everywhere. You're like a cute little kitten: all defensive and hissy, but still dependent on me." He stepped closer and ruffled your hair for a few seconds to which you didn't swat his hand away. When he finally removed his hand and put it on his hip, he reached to take his phone out of his pocket. "So, should we take an Uber?"

"Yeah, if you want to," you sighed, rubbing your forehead and squeezing your cheeks together out of worry.

"Hey, hey, don't be so strung up, doll," he said, trying to relieve some of the tension in your body. "Once I get all patched up and take this stupid cast off my arm, you'll be back to being my passenger princess." He flashed you a crooked grin, trying to alleviate your mood.

"I know you will, but what if it's a more serious injury? What if you couldn't use your arm for a month or two--what if you lost your arm?" you asked, furrowing your brow in stress and pouting as well.

Toji sighed, giving you an apologetic smile. "You're right. Plus, driving's a good skill that could come in handy someday. I know we've got great transit in Tokyo, but if we were to live somewhere smaller with less public transit, what'd we do if we couldn't drive?"

"As if I'd live anywhere with less shopping," you scoffed, making him chuckle.

"I'm just saying: we can't just rely on public transit alone."

You took a deep breath, calming yourself down and getting rid of the attitude. "You're right, you're right, I just got a little tense. Driving is a necessary skill which could come in handy one day."

"Damn straight, doll," he agreed with a chuckle. "Right now, let's just take that Uber and get somethin' to eat, 'kay? We'll figure out all that driving shit later."

"Alright, doll, keep your eyes on the road and not on your man's arms," he instructed you, making you snap out of the trance that his arms had unintentionally put you in.

"Maybe don't have arms worth drooling over," you sassed, making him chuckle.

"Hey, I'm just tryin' to give my girl somethin' sturdy to hold onto when she wants it," he retorted, putting his hands up in defense, still keeping that smirk on his face. "Anyway, just look straight ahead, and nothing should get in the- shit, watch out!"

Out of nowhere, a red car sped through the street, rounding the corner very sharply and almost hitting your car as it did so. You immediately hit the brakes, startled beyond all belief with the hair on your arms standing up. "Sorry, sorry," you mumbled. "I didn't see that car."

"I know you didn't. Don't worry 's not your fault; it's their fault, if anything. Fuckin' assholes don't know how to control their fuckin' cars," he spat, rubbing your shoulder as the red car sped off. "But, that's why it's important to keep your eyes on the road: you can keep watch and make sure that some shitty ass driver doesn't hit you and get you into an accident."

You nodded, keeping that fact in mind. "Alright: keep my eyes on the road." You took a deep breath, making sure that there weren't any out-of-control drivers headed your way.

"So cute when you focus," he muttered under his breath. He watched as you changed lanes, rounded corners smoothly, and stopped perfectly at the red lights. "Good job, good job!" he praised enthusiastically, clapping just to add effect. "You're already doing such an amazing job!"

You smiled and looked away bashfully, still keeping your focus on the road. "Thank you, thank you," you giggled, accepting any and all praise.

"No; thank you for being a great student and not giving me a fucking heart attack," he chuckled, relaxing into his seat. "Alright, now: drive a few more blocks, and then we can go home and watch whatever chick flick you wanna watch. Maybe afterwards, I can feed you some dessert?"

"Yeah, that sounds-" you stopped talking when you realized what you meant by dessert. "Toji, you pervert!"

He laughed loudly at your reaction and shook his head.

"As if you could resist my desserts; your sweet tooth's just too damn strong for your own good."

Yαɱι Sυƙҽԋιɾσ (modern AU)

╰┈➤ If there was one thing that got Yami Sukehiro's dick hard, it was a strong woman--a woman who didn't take shit from anybody; didn't need to rely on others or be babied; and who most certainly wasn't incapable of handling themselves. Everyone should be able to handle themselves when they're adults because it was what made one an adult!

One of the things that he believed made an adult an adult was getting around on their own, whether it be by car, metro, or even by helicopter (if you had the budget). Your boyfriend and you had different modes of transportation: you chose to take the metro, and Yami liked to drive his car, even if he had terrible road rage and hated traffic (Tokyo's traffic could be terrible on certain days).

"Come on! Hurry your asses up already!!" Yami barked from the driver's seat, honking the horn as loudly as he could. "Shut the hell up, you bastard!!" he barked again when the person behind him honked the horn. Naturally, his first reaction was to honk back ten times harder. "Wish I could teleport or somethin'..."

Regardless of your preferred mode of transportation, he just wanted you to get where you were going efficiently.

One day, after he'd refused forgotten to pay one too many parking tickets, he sadly had his license revoked. He believed that losing your license over tickets was a myth and that you could only lose it over DUIs, but when the police took that little piece of paper away from him, he now knew that it wasn't a myth.

"Hey, honey," his deep and raspy voice said into your ear one morning, "do you think you could give me a ride to work today?" Just to convince you further, he wrapped his big, muscular arms around you and pulled you close to him.

"What do you need a ride for?"

"Um, well... got my license revoked," he mumbled into your ear.

"Hm?"

"I said I got my license revoked," he said louder this time, his arms instinctively tightening around you. He buried his face into your shoulder and avoided your gaze, not wanting to see the judgment on it.

"Suke, why did you get your license revoked?" you asked him, brows furrowing together out of confusion. You turned around in his embrace and grabbed his cheeks, making him look at you.

"I forgot to pay a parking ticket," he mumbled, sighing deeply. His charcoal eyes met yours, and he looked like a kicked puppy.

"Baby, you know I could've helped you with that."

"No," he refuted firmly, shaking his head in response to your offer. "I don't want my girl doing anything I can do with my own two hands; I wouldn't be a man if I let that happen."

You gave him an remorseful smile and now it was your turn to sigh. "You and your chivalry..."

He let out the tiniest whine and hid his face in your hair. "Shut up," he mumbled, "can you just gimme a ride? Please? I'll give you gas money if you need it."

"I can get you a suica if you need one," you offered, shoulders shrugging in his arms.

"Ugh, not the metro--I don't wanna take the metro. Too many things can happen and it'll fuck my timing up if I do." By timing he meant the amount of time he can cuddle with you on the couch before going off to work. "And there's too many people--I just don't like taking it. Can't you take the car instead? Just this once? I know you hate traffic and all, but it'll just be until I get my license back."

All of a sudden, you went quiet, looking off to the side (quite embarrassedly so).

"What're the tight lips for, baby?" he asked, cocking his head to the side out of his obliviousness. "Hey, you know I don't like it when you go silent on me."

"Suke, I can't... I can't drive."

"What do you mean you can't drive? Didn't you get your license when you turned 18?"

"No, I didn't!" you exclaimed, making his brow furrow further. Once he realized that you were serious and not joking around with him, his confused expression turned into a remorseful frown.

"Well, you're an adult! You have to know how to drive!"

"Shut up already!!" you snapped back in response, embarrassed from that same fact that he brought up. He sighed and released you, letting you walk away and cool down for a sec.

"Honey..." he looked down at the floor and then up at you again, his frown still there. "I'm sorry for making you so upset, I just- I've just never met an adult who doesn't know how to drive, so I didn't know how to react."

"That's 'cus you're a blue collar worker who needs to know how to operate a car," you sassed, making him "tch."

"Well, I guess you're right," he conceded with a chuckle. His eyes followed you and, once he saw that you were cooled down, he came closer to you. "C'mere, hon," he coaxed with his arms outstretched, beckoning you to come closer and give him a hug. You didn't say anything and did as he wanted, letting him encircle his arms around you. "I'm sorry for getting you riled up, I really am. I've been trying to control my temper lately, and I slipped up."

"Hell yeah, you did," you mumbled into his thick chest, his pecs making your words come out muffled. "Control that shit if you want cuddles."

He chuckled and shook his head. "For your cuddles, I'll do anything."

"Could you teach me how to drive?" You asked softly, looking up at Yami and offering him the best puppy eyes you could possibly muster up. "I don't wanna be embarrassed the next time someone asks me for a ride."

"Baby, you already gave me enough reason with those puppy eyes," he reassured you, running his calloused fingers through your hair and smiling at you. "Alright, since you asked so nicely, I'll teach you how to drive a car. But fair warning: my road rage isn't to be messed with."

"I know, I know--I've seen said road rage firsthand many times."

He just laughed and rested his chin atop your head again. "So, how many minutes do we have for cuddles before I have to take the metro?"

"Enough to satisfy your little heart."

"Perfect," he sighed, already leading you to the couch for said cuddles.

Later, he'd face-time you for a half hour while angrily trying to figure out how the stupid train lines work, making several people look at him out of fear. "What're you looking at, you little punk?! I'll kick your ass!" he shouted at a rather short man who'd accidentally looked at him the wrong way.

"Yami Sukehiro, don't beat up the other riders!" you scolded him over the phone.

"Hey, eyes on the road at all times!" he barked a little too loudly, making you flinch while keeping your hands steadily on the steering wheel. "And don't you dare take your hands off the steering wheel!" he also said rather loudly.

"I know, I know! Stop shouting and just let me drive!" you shouted back, making his blood vessel pop in his forehead.

He sighed and rubbed his forehead, trying to calm down. "Sorry, sorry, honey; I'm just a little stressed whenever I'm on the road."

"A little?" you asked, almost in disbelief that he could be stressed out "just a little" bit.

"Well, don't give me that look! Driving's dangerous and you can get hurt if you're not focused."

"And who said I wasn't focused?"

"You were staring at my biceps earlier when we were supposed to change lanes." You didn't say anything back, instead looking at the road again with a deep blush on your face. You zeroed in on the road this time, bringing a tiny smile to his face. "I hope you know it doesn't mean anything if I get mad at you; unless we get into an accident, of course. I just care a lot about you, and I don't want some shitty driver getting my honey into a car accident."

"Right, because who would give your big ass all the cuddles you want later?" you asked with a snicker.

"Hey! The correct term is beefy," he retorted, flexing his rather thick arm just to prove a point. You shook your head and managed to keep your eyes on the road, making his smile widen. "Speaking of cuddles, would it be too much to ask if we could cuddle later tonight? Been missing your touch..."

"We cuddled right before this, Suke."

"It's not enough. Did y'know one of my three favorite things is cuddling? This big man right here needs some love and affection from time to time."

"I thought your three favorite things were gambling, beer and sleeping?" You asked, making him pout in a way too cute way. He crossed his arms over his chest and instead turned his eyes back to the road along with you.

"FYI: I quit gambling for you..."

"So, what's this new third favorite thing?" Your question made him chuckle, and he looked at you again.

"You, of course. Now, drive us home so that I can get those cuddles in."

YAMI BRAINROT IS TOO REAL I NEED TO MARRY HIM move over Charlotte

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lunatic4toji · 1 year ago

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nsfw mdni. i’m ovulating.

you’re sitting on the couch beside him, watching your favorite show you always watch together when he comes over. he reaches over to your side and grabs your waist, tickling you harshly and you both know there’ll be bruises later. but you don’t care. you fold into yourself and laugh at him tickling you. “what’s so funny, baby? hm?” he smiles down at you. he moves his hand to your inner thigh and does the same thing there, making you lurch forward, laughing more. “i really don’t understand what’s so funny here.” you grab his face, or try to, before he grabs your hand and pins it to the arm of the couch. you fall down under him as he climbs over you, the tv losing all importance, though you should probably be seeing what’s happening.

your free hand goes to his arm, feeling his biceps and squeezing. he flexes slightly, making your hand fall off onto your stomach. he hasn’t stopped smiling, and neither have you. he leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips. when he leans back up, you follow, wanting more. he smirks and holds the side of your face with his hand that isn’t holding yours down. you naturally lean into his touch, his thumb grazing your lips. you part them, open your mouth, take his thumb inside, and bite down. he gives you a look, the “quit biting me, i tell you this every day” look. you smile with his thumb between your teeth, running your tongue over the bite marks to soothe the pain.

he takes his hand off your face and you frown at the loss of contact, but his hand moves down where you’d like him much more. he looks at you for approval, and you quickly nod. he smiles and moves his fingers under the waistband of your shorts, feeling your wetness through your thin panties and smiling bigger. “all this for me, baby?” you bite your lip, still smiling, and nod slowly, to which he kisses your lips and slowly rubs small circles on your clothed clit. you gasp into his mouth and he chuckles at your response. “like that?” you nod. “more, please.” he smirks and speeds up his movements, making you moan. he stops just as quick, moving your panties to the side and gathering your wetness, rubbing up and down your pussy. “can’t wait to feel this pretty pussy around me, baby. always feels so good.” you nod and try to wriggle your hand out of his grip, and he shakes his head. “i wanna touch you.. please..” he reluctantly lets his hand slip from yours and you immediately reach to grab his shirt off. “hang on, sweet girl. we’ll get to that, i promise. but lemme make you feel good first. ‘kay?” you pout but nod, knowing how good he is with his fingers. he gathers more of your slick and rubs it up to your clit before taking his hand out of your pants. you whine, and he looks at you. “lift your hips up, baby.” you smile and do as you’re told, and he rips your shorts and panties down your legs before getting between them.

you scoot up on the couch so he has more room to lie down between your thighs, kissing them as you both get situated. you stop moving and he immediately dives in, making you let out a small yelp. you feel him smile against your cunt before licking a stripe from bottom to top. you throw your head back in pleasure as he eats you out like a man starved. the sounds he’s making should not be legal. you grip his hair and pull his head up and he looks up at you, the lower half of his face covered in your arousal. you get impossibly wetter at the sight. “please, wanna feel you,” he smiles and gets out from between your thighs and climbs back over you, and you spread your legs further so he can fit. he kisses your neck, and you can smell yourself on him. it’s driving you crazy.

“please. need you now.” he smirks and runs his hands under your shirt, your bra discarded long ago. he kneads your breasts with calloused hands and nips at your neck. you reach down to remove his shirt again, this time he allows it, sitting up and letting you take the fabric over his head. you admire his chest and stomach before he leans back on top of you again, kissing you hungrily. “shit, baby. gonna fuck you, yeah?” you nod rapidly and he smirks down at you. “‘s my girl.” he pulls down his sweatpants and boxers in one swift motion, wasting no time. you notice he’s already as hard as can be, his tip red and leaking precum. it makes you salivate. you spread your legs as far as they can go without falling off the couch, and he lines himself up. “look at me, baby.” he always makes you do this. always makes you look at him when he feels you for the first time.

he pushes in with his eyes locked on yours, you gasping at the stretch and him groaning at your heat. “always so tight f’me, baby.” he dips his head in your neck and kisses it as you lean your forehead on his shoulder and moan. he brings one of his hands to your face and brushes it with his thumb while thrusting antagonizingly slow. “faster..” you manage to squeak out, his thickness stretching you out deliciously. he obliges and speeds up, grunting in the process. he was too much for you, you knew that, but you didn’t know the effect you had on him. he was feeling the same way you were, wanting more. but he knew it’d hurt you, and that’s not even on the list of things he’d want. so he holds back for you, giving you everything you want. at least for today.

as his thrusts get faster like you wanted, they also get sloppier. he’s insanely pussydrunk and the only thing going through his mind is you. your name, how good you feel, how pretty you look. you move one of your hands to his and interlock your fingers. he lays your intertwined hands beside your head and squeezes. you bite your lip to stifle your moans but can’t help but smile at him. he smiles back. “lemme hear you, baby. workin’ hard for it.” your teeth let go of your lip and you moan into his ear as his thrusts get harder, his cock definitely bruising something. he can feel himself getting close, and he doesn’t want to. you feel him throb inside you. he moves his free hand down and toys with your clit, making you moan louder and scratch his shoulder with the hand he isn’t holding.

“fuck, baby.. don’t- ngh- don’t know how much longer i can last..” you’re starting to get close yourself, with his playing with your clit and his moaning. you moan in agreement and he continues with his assault on your clit faster, bringing you so close to the edge very quickly. his pace quickens, another sign he’s close. you squeeze his shoulder, the drag of his cock filling you up perfectly, the feeling of bliss so close. “please- cumming-!” he somehow holds you closer. “yeah, me too, fuck-“ he doesn’t slow his movements on your clit as you cream around his cock, riding it out perfectly. “mhm, good job, baby. felt so good. my turn, yeah?” you give him a mindless, fucked-out nod, and squeeze his hand and shoulder as he spills inside you, the warmth temporarily soothing the pain. he kisses you sloppily, tongues clashing and spit drooling out of the side of your mouth. he pulls out, catching what of his cum falls out on his fingers and pushing it back inside you. “can’t waste anything. right, baby?” he looks at you and smiles. you giggle and nod as he kisses your forehead and lies on your chest, both of you leaving your beloved tv behind and falling asleep, dreaming of each other.

#toji fushiguro smut #gojo satoru smut #geto suguru smut #universal smut #picture whoever you want #miguel o’hara smut #joel miller smut #dean winchester smut #yami sukehiro smut #phil wenneck smut #nanami kento smut #eren jeager smut #eren yeager smut #jean kirschtein smut #jean kirstein smut #tengen uzui smut

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chiwhorei · 1 year ago

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꒰ঌ Cᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ Dᴀᴅᴅʏ ໒꒱

╰┈➤ The real best icky!daddy, king of ddlg and master of the orgasm is one Yami Sukehiro i can promise you that.

╰┈➤ Tags: shortform, drabble, size, a dash o’ belly bulge, dummie/puppy/little girl/fuck doll, DDLG, diet-cest (aka not explicitly stated, but the vibes are there) Daddy!Yami Sukehiro x fem!reader

Daddy Yami is carrying you to his bed for a midday nap and sitting you on his cock to keep him warm. You’ll think he’s asleep and try so wriggle free but his big hands are grabbing you harshly by the ass to keep you still.

“Where do you think you’re going, little girl.” He chides with his eyes still closed, smoothing a palm over your hair once you’ve settled back into his chest.

Daddy let’s you take sips of his beer and pulls from his cigarette as long as you don’t inhale. He likes how you look with your cheeks puffed out and the glaze in your eye when you’re trying not to cough.

“Daddy’s girl” is not just a pet name, that is what you ARE. Only Daddy’s girl. Only Daddy’s little fuck doll. Only existing in and for the pleasure of Yami. He loves you too much, he doesn’t need you worrying about having any thoughts other than sucking on his fingers and getting bisected on his fat cock. ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

You get so shy and incoherent when you’re fucked brainless. Daddy loves watching his stupid little cum puppy try to sit on his dick all by yourself, how needy your little pussy is to have Daddy deep enough you can feel it in your lungs.

“Slow down, baby, I know you think you can take it like a big girl, but you always end up cryin’ and tellin’ Daddy it hurts too much.”

Daddy’s right, of course, but in your delirious, fucked dumb state you just can’t help it. You crave the pain, the little bulge in your tummy and the way Daddy presses his big hand into your abdomen so he can feel how fucking deep his cock is.

And Daddy is whipped for you like softened butter, he’s going to fuck your slack body up and down on his cock.

He’s going to fuck an extra load in just because you’re being bratty, you are still his good girl, after all, and you deserve it. ꒰ঌᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ໒꒱

* 𓈒 ﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ ࣭ *

❥ ᴄʜɪᴡʜᴏʀᴇɪ.2023©️ ᴀʟʟ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ.

#yami sukehiro smut #yami smut #yami x reader smut #yami sukehiro x reader #yami sukehiro x reader smut #captain yami #black clover smut #tw.incest #tw.diet-cest

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yavmi · 6 months ago

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Trouble Sleeping?

yami sukehiro x fem!reader

TW : slight degradation , use of pet names (doll, slut, bitch, etc) , hair pulling, use of profanity.

you just couldn’t sleep that night. you didn’t know what was keeping you awake, maybe it was the warmth between your legs or watching youtube to fall asleep. you sighed in frustration and put your phone on the charger and placed it on the bedside table. you obviously knew what the problem was, but you didn’t want to wake him.

the only way to deal with the problem was by fixing it yourself. you adjusted yourself to get more comfortable in the bed and began to relax. you froze in place as you saw yami was turning to face you now, hopefully you didn’t wake him. luckily you heard his light snoring and you slid your hand down into your panties.

you let out a soft moan and began to cover your mouth to create less noise. you spread your legs for more access and started to rub a little harder hitting the right spot. you let out a louder moan into your hand and started to insert two of your fingers.

yami groaned and slowly began to open his eyes. you didn’t notice that yami had awoken and you thrusted your fingers a little faster into your pussy.

“doll..? what are you doing.”

you jumped a little and stopped in your tracks. you turned your heard to look at him and he looked at you with lidded eyes trying to get adjusted. he groggily rubbed his eyes and finally saw what you were doing.

“what are you jumpy for huh?”

he looked at you and you turned your head away in embarrassment from getting caught touching yourself to him. he realized what you were doing and he sighed.

“why didn’t you ask me for help doll?”

“didn’t want to wake you.”

he sat up and grabbed your hand to remove it from inside your panties. he then kissed you softly and you moaned into his mouth. he reached into your panties and rubbed your clit in slow gentle cricles causing you to whimper into his mouth.

“ look at that doll .. you this wet for me?”

you nodded your head and yami grabbed the underside of your thighs lifting them up over his shoulders. with quick movements he took your panties off and kissed your ankle. you let out a small moan and he spread your legs. he kissed down your leg until he got close to your pussy.

“please don’t tease me! i need you s’ bad..”

“calm down honey, ill get there soon. so needy huh?”

you whimpered when you felt him lightly kiss your clit. he spread your folds with his fingers and began sucking softly on your clit just to tease you. you moaned loudly into your hand to muffle your moans and he pulled your hand away and held it down and he sucked and licked at your pussy.

“y-yami! please don’t stop.”

he chuckled into your pussy as he began moving his tongue faster, practically forcing the orgasm out of you. with your free hand you grabbed his hair pushing his tongue further into your pussy.

“m’ so close .. please right there”

he moaned into your pussy and sucked on your clit a little rougher. before you could even let out another word he sucked on that spot right under your clit and you gasped as your orgasm hit you like a wave.

“thats it, good job honey. maybe you can sleep better since you got that load off ya’ huh?”

#yami sukehiro smut #yami sukehiro #black clover smut #yami sukehiro x reader

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desublimitate · 2 months ago

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Allure of darkness

❛ Let's make a deal: if you beg me to fuck you again, you will be mine from now on ❜

Author's note: MDNI. This is the first chapter of a fic you can find on Ao3 here. OC (y/n) is afab and uses she/her, no body type or any characteristics specified so you all can identify with her 🖤 Timeline is canon compliant i guess (?)

Content: yami sukehiro x reader, smut, rough sex, vaginal sex, dom/sub, oral sex, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink

As surprising it was that you became a Magic Knight, it didn't shock anyone when you joined the Black Bull. Such a wasted talent you were, if only you were born in a noble family, everyone knew you would have been a shiny jewel for the Clover Kingdom, but you, born a peasant didn't have much hopes for your future. If it wasn't for that man.

The priest of your village begged you to visit the church and confess your sin of envy, seeing you getting greener and meaner day by day.

You deserved more than everyone else, that's what your face read.

Born a gifted kid, your talent succeeded any expectations, therefore, when at 14 your grimoire picked you, the world was ready to see you shine.

Speaking in tongues magic.

What a rare and unique grimoire.

You were just a sprout when that spellbook appeared before your eyes.

Thin as a spring daisy, latched to your childhood dreams, your inner wisdom was always a sign that something bigger was coming your way.

That day, surrounded by all your friends, you played imagining what type of magic would have chosen you.

Water magic would have been so beautiful to wield, spatial magic would have helped you travel around the world, god you were so excited to see your natural talent.

Your mother had food magic, she would replenish mana thanks to her meals while your father's stone magic was celebrated in the whole Clover Kingdom, even nobles would rely on him to build their palaces. It was all coming up to you, wasn't it?

Your mother cried tears of pride, your father clapped his strong hands when you, small and bubbly, got picked by that majestic grimoire.

Speaking in tongues magic, the wise men of the village were enthusiast for the recognition you would bring. With your talent you were going to be able to decode the most ancient tomes, discovering parts of history still kept secret. Your future seemed set in stone: after years of deep studies, you would have reached the Capital, and joined the Wizard King and served him, opening doors to unknown worlds with your magic.

But then it all went wrong.

Your father fell ill and couldn't continue with his work as before.

The less money he brought home, the less provisions you could afford.

Food at the village market seemed always more expensive, affecting both your parents magic. If your mother couldn't cook, your father's mana couldn't really catch up.

Nor you could pay for healers.

There was only one painful but inevitable solutions.

With a tight heart you gave up your studies at the academy to find a job in town that could provide for your family.

With the weight of your home on your shoulders, you served ale and stews at the village tavern, always with a smile, but crying inside.

You watched them all leave for the Capital, your childhood friends and their not-so-special magic.

You grew colder and crueler, blaming fate or whoever weaved the strings of life for what they did to you.

They were out there, with their common powers, mingling with other commoners, while you were a sparkling diamond forced to stay under the dirt.

Someone like you, able to decode and translate ancient inscriptions had to spend your nights among drunkhards who never knew when to keep their hands at bay.

You deserved more than that, you were born for more than that.

All that talent couldn't have gone to waste.

Always more isolated, your family started to grow worried.

Lost in your thoughts, in private studies you started doing on your own, sneaking books from the local library in your bag, they believed you were going down a dark path.

Who knew what kind of books you were studying, what kind of obscure magic you were uncovering.

Darkness called to you, like a siren with her hypnotic song.

You were going to take your destiny in your hands.

If life wasn't going to give you what you deserved, you were going to take it yourself.

No matter what.

There was a certain allure to darkness you couldn't deny.

The books you were learning to read on your own were so full of wonders and secrets. It didn't matter how exhausted you were, if you came home from at the tavern at the break of dawn, you looked forward to be hiding under your blankets with even a small light to read your stolen tomes.

Of course you would return them, at some point.

Your parents never noticed them, or if they did, they never asked.

There was so much out there, demons caged in the depths of hell, monsters of ancient times. All with magic so undefeatable you couldn't begin to imagine them.

Stories of the first Wizard King, of the Demon he slayed.

There was so much in that world and you deserved to be a part of it.

You deserved to have a piece of power.

That night was particularly ectic at the tavern. You hated those kind of nights, when dozens of failed Magic Knights reunited to drink to forget their missed opportunities. Soldiers retired after injuries, former knights that served their time in prison after the Wizard King found them guilty of taking advantage of their role.

They were just the worst, they started the night already quite high and at the end of your shift even your clothes stenched of beer and sweat.

-Born to be a scholar, forced to clean after drunkhards's vomit- You brushed the floor hard, covering your nose from the disgusting smell.

-What was it, y/n?!- Your boss's voice came loud booming from the kitchen.

-Nothing, nothing!- You groaned with annoyance.

-Get your ass back here, The Table asked for more ale-

''Of course they did'' You made sure to keep that thought for yourself, but not for long -Look, boss, are we sure we want to keep doing this? We are losing customers everytime someone sits at The Table, is it really worth it?!-

Your boss was an old greasy man, short in height but full of rage.

-Since when I asked your opinion on business matters?! When I will need the opinion of a vomit-cleaning maid I will come to you! Now, off you go and you make sure I don't hear your voice for the rest of the evening!-

The unspeakable curses you swallowed burned your throat, but you knew better than crying, at least in that man's presence.

You waited for when you were under your blankets, surrounded by your books, to cry your misfortune.

-Are you still here?!-

-I'm going, I'm going- Your hand slightly shook when lifting the overfilled tray.

If you didn't burned down that place yet it was all because of the little money that kept your family going.

The smell of alcohol filled your nostrils and made you dizzy as soon as you stepped into The Table room.

The Table room was the aisle reserved for bets: the worst kind of men, usually addicted to gambling spent their nights and their fortunes at The Table.

Whether it was cards, chips, dice, at The Table, those men would even bet on their life.

Many times they were left with nothing to offer and tried to sneak you in their games, someone even tried to put your body on the table, as if you were a good they could exchange.

As if you would have given yourself to a loser like them.

-Here is the beauty of the house! Are you included in the meal deal, precious!- Someone chanted as soon as you stepped in.

-Ah ah ah, I never heard that- You rolled your eyes and landed the cups on the table.

-Bold of you to even ask for a meal deal, when you are not even paying a shitty dime, sir-

The room boomed with a roar for your comeback.

Insulted in his pride, the man tugged at your apron, forcing you to bend down.

God, he reeked.

-Listen here, precious, shoot another of your smart comebacks at me and I will make you pay for the meal deal, one way or another-

As if he could intimidate you.

You snatched back your apron in place -Sure thing, sir, as if you can afford me-

Now a new sound surprised you.

A laugh you never heard before caught your attention among the others.

Your eyes quickly scanned the table of the loyal vile customers, and immediately your heart skipped a beat.

Wow.

There was a man there, he had never been here before you were certain of it. You knew all those fools by name, and the stranger was definitely a new entrance.

God, what was a man like that doing there?

-She surely has a silver tongue!- The man then pointed a pocket knife to your harasser, with a dark snarl he threatened -I think you will want to think about it twice before speaking like that to the lady, asshole!-

You stood still like a salt statue. No one ever stood up for you, especially not like that, holding the drunks at knifepoint.

That stranger had awakened something dormient in you.

A thirst for life that made your blood boil.

His voice was baritonal, almost coming from the pits of hell, with a charm to it that made it impossible to forget.

Almost magnetic.

His eyes were like those of a hawk.

Foreigner, you were sure, no one had eyes like that in the kingdom of Clover.

Sharp, gleaming.

Wild.

Everything about that foreigner called to parts of you you believed dead for good.

His six pack and pecs were almost tearing the fabric of his white tank top apart.

His biceps as big as your head.

God, he was immense and the more you stared at his rough fingers playing with a cigarette, the more your mind went blank.

The foreigner took a drag on the thin cigarette and your throat ran dry.

The way his lips sucked on the end and breathed out the smoke made your legs quiver.

-Are you going to stand there and stare much longer, my love?-

He didn't even acknowledged you, yet he knew somehow.

Fuck.

With a jump you left -I'm not your love, asshole-

That laugh dug inside you -We will see about that-

Needless to say you couldn't just focus on anything that night.

Your boss noticed it, how you dropped plates, forgot orders, misplaced tables.

-What is it with you tonight?! God you are so useless-

What was with you? You wished you knew.

There was a man at The Table, among the worst ones you knew, that got under your skin with just his voice.

How dared he calling you ''my love'', how dared he made fun of you for staring at him?

There had to be something you could do about your blushing cheeks.

-Hey boss- You tried to not want to go back to The Table room, but you started looking forward for them to order more drinks, so that you could catch a glimpse of him -Do you know who is tha guy? I have never seen him here-

The short man peaked through the door and chuckled -Tsk, is he back for real?-

So he knew him.

Your boss made a happy face, brushing his palms.

That wasn't a good sign.

-That...- He pointed with his thumb -...is one of the biggest losers I've ever seen-

You curled your lips, well, that was disappointing.

So handsome and yet a loser.

He wouldn't sit at The Table after all.

Now, you noticed something that those bunch of drunk pigs would never be able to.

He noted down his points and strategies for game in a language from so far away.

A language you knew well and studied in your books.

But god, was he a loser for real.

Your boss was right, that handsome, muscular foreigner, had already lost his shoes and jacket, after having no more money to bet on.

Everytime you had to serve his table you had to hold your breath, to not get lost in his smell, of cigarettes and oils.

His grey eyes always locked with yours, as if he perceived you coming before you even stepped in.

And you couldn't resist them.

The way he looked at you was...no, you didn't want to think about it.

He was a drunk and a loser.

How could he even lose with such easy cards?

All night long you wanted to try and do something, a test, and finally when everyone was a bit too drunk to notice, you took your chance.

-Midori- The moment you said that word, he lifted his head quickly.

Bingo, you were right.

He must have thought to be completely wasted, he even started hearing his own native language now.

But as surprised as he was, never taking his eyes off you, he picked the green card from his hand and threw it on the table.

To the other players's discontent.

He won.

And for the rest of the night, you played with him, cheating for him under everyone's nose.

He clearly loved gambling but had no idea how to play, so it was you everytime you brought cups of beers to suggest him, in his own language, the colors, the numbers, the cards to pick.

Slowly, the foreigner won back his shoes, his jacket and started gaining the others players's money.

It never happened before, which made The Table room want to witness that unique event.

Why did you want that man to win? Maybe because his satisfied laugh freed all the butterflies in your stomach, maybe because for once you met someone more interesting.

Or mostly, it was because you loved to have his eyes on you.

Always scanning your ass whenever you turned your back, or your breasts whenever you bent on the table.

For the first time since you started working at the tavern you wished your shift never ended.

But it did, as always.

Your boss gave you your pay for the day, less than the half of what you deserved, but better than nothing.

It was dark and chill outside, you loved to feel the cold wind on your face after a night in the tavern.

The dark of the night shielded you from your troubles and the cold washed you from the dirt.

With your coat under your arm, you slammed the door open to leave for good.

God, you hated that bell on the doorframe.

At first you didn't notice him, hidden in the shadows, but the moment the tail of your eye catched the frame in the corner, you gasped and jumped.

-FUCK!- You almost dropped your belongings from the scare -God, you scared me!-

Yet, he didn't seem impressed.

Leaning on the wall, foot against the stone to enhance the size of his thick thighs through the marroon leather pants, lighting a cigarette.

The man stretched his arm, offering you the packet.

-Want a smoke?-

At loss of words you didn't know how to react.

If it was anyone else you would have ran away, or attacked them, but him you felt you could trust.

You shouldn't have, your conscence was trying to talk to you, you don't talk to strangers who drink and gamble and spend the night staring at your ass.

-No, I don't smoke-

He shrugged -Better for your health, I guess-

-Wha...what are you doing here?-

In the dark he looked intimidating, as if he belonged to the night,

as if he was born from the shadows.

His tanned skin, his dark brown hair, the rougly shaven beard.

Everything about him screamed wilderness.

And it called you.

-What, a man can't enjoy a smoke at night without being harassed now?-

He loved to play.

You rolled your eyes -As if you haven't stared at my tits all night-

The man laughed -God, you do have a silver tongue, don't you? Does that pretty mouth of yours ever get you in trouble?-

-More than you can imagine-

He lifted an eyebrow, intrigued -And do you have a name to accompany your brains?-

You swallowed.

Never give your name to a stranger in a dark alley.

But when you thought, your mouth already gave it off.

-And you, do you have a name to accompany all those muscles?-

The foreigner put down his foot -You don't know who I am?-

Were you supposed to?

-I mean, your reputation preceeds you. You really are bad at cards-

He offered you his hand to shake -Yami Sukehiro-

Sukehiro.

You shook his hand and the size difference made you weak at your knees. His hand seemed to devour yours.

-Yami. It means darkness-

Yami squeezed your hand, and perhaps taking advantage of the grasp, he reduced the distance between the two of you.

Forcing you to lift your head to look at him.

-What does a girl that knows the language of the Land of The Sun does in a tavern, serving beers to gamblers?-

That confirmation almost made you wanna jump around like a kid -So I was right, you really come from the Land of The Sun!-

Yami looked genuinely surprised, but was trying his best to not show it.

Clearly failing.

-It's the first time I meet someone that actually knows my country, leave alone speaks its language. How?-

And it was the first time for you that someone acknowledged your talent. For you it was just natural, but it wasn't.

It was your uniqueness.

-My magic. Speaking in tongues-

Yami took a deep drag, the smoke that came out of his mouth dissolved close in your face, giving you an hint of what his lips might have tasted like.

-Never heard that one-

No one ever asked you, and now you were afraid you would have annoyed him by talking about it.

-Oh, it's...uh, well...the name says it all I mean-

Yami shook his head, leaning on your face, slowly.

So slow you could feel your cheeks starting to burn like bonfires.

-I want you to tell me about it...or did the cat eat your silver tongue?-

The effect he had on you was the closest thing you knew to being drunk.

You felt light, floating from the floor in his presence.

Your mind blank, all your ability to speak gone to hell.

You started muttering.

-Oh, well...uh- You scratched your head. Did you look good? Were you a mess? -My magic allows me to...know languages. All of them, actually! From all countries, even those far from here. And ancient ones, lost ones too! I can speak demon language, or angelic language if that matters. Yours is pretty easy compared to those, you know, and...-

Yami stopped you, pressing a finger on your lips.

You halted and stopped breathing all of a sudden.

-This brings me back to my first question. What does a girl like you do in a tavern like this?- His eyes, darting you, digging into your skin -Why are you not a Magic Knight?-

Ouch, did he have to ask that?

-Did I strike a nerve?- Yami tilted his head in way that reads...concern?

You lowered your gaze, ashamed.

-No, no it's okay. I just..I just can't afford it-

Yami smoked, and let you continue speaking.

-My family is not doing well. My father used to work in the Capital, but then he fell ill and my mother is a healer so we really are not swimming in good waters right now. I wanted to try and become one, I did, I studied in an academy for a while but yeah, my family needs food and money, not books-

Yami hinted a smile, the muscles at the corner of his mouth slightly twitched but he didn't speak for a few seconds.

-Next week the Capital is hosting the yearly exam to recruit Magic Knights. Come-

For a moment, you believed he was truly stupid. Didn't he listen what you just said?

-I can't, Yami, my family won't survive without me! And it would be a stupid waste of time, I have no combat skills or anything like that, I would never be chosen, so...-

-If you got chosen though, your family will be provided everything they need, they pay good money you know-

At this point, you just wanted to leave.

You turned away, but Yami grabbed your arm, pulling you towards him.

Too close.

Too dangerous.

-What the fuck are you doing! Are you deaf or what?!- You kicked him on the knees and that made him laugh loud.

So loud he could have woken the neighbourhood.

-And you say you don't have combat skills?! Listen to me very well, y/n- He had your wrist tight against his chest.

His pectorals were so swollen, you just couldn't help yourself.

-You will be chosen- Yami sounded so confident in himself.

-What?!-

-You have a power that Jul..the Wizard King would never, for anything in the world, want to miss out. The things you could do, knowing the ancient languages and the dark tongues...come with me to the Capital-

You were lost in his eyes, in the inflections of his voice, how it made his chest vibrate.

-Why, do you also want to become a Magic Knight? Will you attend at the exam?-

He smiled, and tucked a strand of your hair back behind your ears with a gentleness that had nothing to do with his brute attire.

-Yeah, I will attend-

What were you? A stupid teenager, thinking of running away in the night with the first handsome man that you met?

Yet, his darkness was so compelling, and his body so inviting.

You noticed how his eyes had dropped on your lips, the movement of his tongue, licking his.

Hungry.

Feral.

-Suddenly so quiet?- Yami pressed you against his chest. You could feel his heart racing -Where did your silver tongue go, uh?-

Where did your self control go, you had no idea.

The proximity to Yami Sukehiro, a stranger from a foreign land, that sparked in you again the wish to pursue your talent, made you feel like an animal.

All about him called to you, even his name.

You loved how it rolled on your tongue.

Sukehiro.

You wanted to whisper it over and over.

And how immense he was compared to you, that really stole all reason in your mind.

Your body was reacting to him, since the first moment you caught a glimpse of him, he woke your instincts.

You were thirsty, and hungry for him, for a man like that you could have really lost control.

-You are still staring, y/n- Yami lifted your chin -My eyes are up here-

Your lips were dry -I could say the same about you, you have been staring all night, Sukehiro-

-Mhm- He hummed -Calling me by my first name, now? Who gave you the permission, my love?-

Your cheeks set ablaze and your legs trembled.

Between your thighs you could feel a wet pond forming, your clit pulsing everytime he spoke.

-I don't need anyone's permission to do anything-

Yami was taking deep breaths, all of his muscles were tense.

But after your last reply, he sighed with a groan and grabbed your face.

-Show me what else that cursed mouth can do-

Yami devoured your lips, invading your mouth with his tongue and moaning when he found yours was ready to return the kiss.

You licked him per instinct, followed the movement of his lips.

God, he tasted like heaven, you almost fell on your knees.

His kiss was wild, needy, brutal.

-You are so good at it...-He panted in between kisses, before penetrating your mouth again with his tongue.

He knew what you liked, how you couldn't tell.

-Bite me- You sighed -My lips, bite me-

Yami still had your face in his hands, as if you could have escaped him.

He bit you and when he did, he opened his eyes, making sure he wasn't hurting you.

You wanted it, nothing could have hurt.

Yami drowned his head on your neck, where your skin was thin and that sent a shiver down your spine, making your toes curl.

-Fuck, Sukehiro-

-Do you like that?- He bit your skin, it stung and burned, and he sucked.

And sealed his mark with a lap of his tongue -Do you like being marked?-

You nodded, in trance.

Having his mark, the mere thought made your pussy wetter than it already was. Just by kissing him, your womb was on fire, now that he was marking you, thin trails of wetness started flowing down your thighs.

Not anyone, but him.

The mark of this stranger appeared out of nowhere, sent by the darkness.

He was in your destiny, that was the only reason you could find for letting go so casually with a stranger.

This stranger though, you wanted him.

-I want you- Your moan made Yami clench his fist.

-Say that again, y/n- His low voice echoed on your neck and you wrapped your arms around his shoulder, grabbing a fistful of his dark hair.

-I want you, Sukehiro-

That must have been the signal.

Because Yami bent down and grabbed your ass in his full hands, gave it a rough squeeze and lifted you.

After locking your thighs around his waist he looked at you straight in the eyes.

A hunter with his prey.

-Good, because I have been wanting to fuck you all night-

Yami Sukehiro was a man of instinct, he knew how to trust his guts and that night for some reason, he sensed that it was his lucky night.

Ever since he stepped into the tavern, ready to lose all his belongings as always, he knew that he wouldn't have left with empty hands.

When he saw you, his primeval awareness locked in. He was an apex predator and you were the perfect mate.

Your snarl, your smart replies, everything about your rudeness was appealing to him. And god knew how he struggled all night to hide the boner in his pants everytime you showed up.

How you milk-smooth skin shone under the candle light, the softness of your breasts made him starve.

The perfect shape of your ass filling your clothes was mesmerizing, how many hands of cards did he lose while lost staring at you walking away, just to catch a glimpse of it.

But there were too many layers of skirts for his liking, thank goodness he found a remedy for that.

When he groped your ass to lift you, his fingers dug into your cheeks, spreading them apart.

Yami kneaded your ass and sneered when you mewled in his mouth.

-Oh yeah? You wanna fuck me?- Repeating his words made you come to terms with the truth: he was gonna fuck you, and the anticipation was almost feverish. You just couldn't wait any longer, each step Yami took on the staircase that led to the rooms upstairs of the tavern made your heart flutter.

Confidently, Yami didn't miss a single step, while still licking and biting your jaw.

-Mhm mhm- He confirmed -I wouldn't have left this village without making you mine first-

Yami noticed how his words affected you: your panties were soaked under a couple underskirts, so soaked that your wetness had reached his white shirt and spread -So wet for me already, and I haven't even touched you yet? You don't seem so bossy now, do you-

It wasn't your fault, but his.

You never met someone like him, someone that made you fall for lust so quickly. For all you knew, he could have been a criminal of the worst grade, but it didn't matter.

Your brain was fogged by desire, all your body ached for him.

Your breasts were squished against his pecs, your nipples hardened and got so sensitive just by friction that electricity jolted through your nerves; your thighs were numb and your core, well, you were trying to mantain a certain decency to not beg him to fill you right away.

Yami kicked the door of the room he rented, the wooden plank slammed against the wall and he didn't really cared about making sure he closed it behind his back, than he threw you on the mattress.

-Sukehiro...-You gasped, stretching your arms for him, needing those muscles back on you, that scent overtaking you.

Yami stood at the end of the bed, kicking his boots in a corner and brought his hands on his white top.

A translucent stain of your wetness made his skin visible through the fabric.

-Look what you have done to my favourite shirt, naughty-

Hungrily, you reached for his pants, with your fingers you tried to undo the strings and bottons that separated you from pleasure.

While you untied the knots, Yami stripped off his shirt, leaving your mouth dry and your eyes glazed.

-You are so hot- The words left your lips like you were hypnotized.

His six pack was so defined, hard at touch and over his bulky pectorals a thin layer of dark hair.

-Take your fucking clothes off- Yami commanded with a sigh, his chest rising with deep breaths.

He wanted it as much as you did.

You didn't let him repeat himself, as soon as your corset came undone and your tits were revealed to him, Yami let out a soft groan.

-Fuck-

His pants disappeared from sight, making you aware of the biggest cock you ever seen.

You had good partners in your history, you never complained but this...there was no way that could fit inside you.

And your pulsing cunt was aching for the challenge.

-Fuck, you are so big- You licked your lips, looking at Yami grabbing his cock in his hands and stroking it.

Shivers spread across your cunt, his full hand could barely circle the girth of that rock-hard cock.

In the moonlight, droplets of precum glistened on the head and leaked all acroos the veiny lenght.

Yami stood proud of his size and his build, he was born to be a dominant, that was clear as day.

It was clear for his presence turned you into a mute goldfish.

Speechless, a mess of pants and purrs, you welcomed Yami Sukehiro, the stranger that entranced you with his darkness, between your legs, where he tore apart your skirts with his bare hands.

-Lemme see you, lemme see how...-Yami lifted your legs, pushing your knees onto your chest, exposing your naked, gleaming, pussy.

He exhaled, a deep deep sigh sent a cool breeze over your soaked sex.

Like a soft rain over a fire.

Yami took his time to admire your naked body, after trying to imagine it all night through your clothes, his fantasy could have never made justice to the perfection you were.

The firm shape of your tits, how they mellowed in his fingers, your perky nipples and the way you squirmed as soon as he tickled them.

Your hips and waist, perfect for his hands to grab, he made sure to give them a good squeeze when he pulled you under him to assert his dominance.

And then, your pussy.

-This is all mine- He growled as he towered over you, bringing your legs on his strong broad shoulders.

Drunk in his gaze, you nodded.

-Yeah? Is your pussy all mine, my love?- He cucked his brows, faking a desperate expression. Probably making an impression of your face, pathetically needing him, all of him.

-Say it, I want your smart mouth to say your pussy belongs to me now-

There was something in the way he commanded you that turned your brain into mush.

Sterness, the magnetic tone of his voice, his dominating size.

-It's yours, Yami. Just please...- You bit your lips.

You begged? You were really begging now? What did this man do to you to reduce you to a cock begging submissive?

A wicked grin appeared on his lips, and Yami pushed himself slowly on you, his weight taking over all your resistance.

-Please...what? What were you trying to say?- The head of his cock nudged at your entrance with a wet sound.

You tilted your head back, fighting with the last ounce of self control you stored, but your clit said otherwise when Yami stroked it with his middle finger.

His cock ready to penetrate you and his hand playing with your bud, if your legs weren't kept tight on his shoulders, you would have kicked them in the air.

Yami made slow circles around your wet and swollen clit, and the stimulation was a trap for your pussy.

Through the growing louder moans, you felt his cock having an easier access inside you.

Your hole loosening.

God, Yami knew what to do with a woman's body.

And the idea of other having fucked that cock before, having his lustful eyes, made you burn with jealousy.

And desire to satisfy him.

Now he didn't stop fiddling with your clith when he bit your collabone and whispered again -Please...what? Say it, show me how dirty can that wicked mouth really be- Yami reached your mouth and chocked your moan with a kiss. His beard was tickling you, everywhere he left bites your skin was on fire -Are you only good at giving smart comebacks? You keep bragging about your tongue, until now I've only tasted desperation in it. Will you really beg me to fuck you, uh? Is that what you were trying to say?-

You were on the verge of tears, thirsty and hungry for Yami like your life depended on him taking your body.

You needed his touch, as rough as he could be.

You needed to disappear under him, to be conquered.

You never wanted anyone as much as you wanted that stranger.

-Sukehiro...please- With a hand you cupped his face and he followed your movement, curling his lips.

-What a good little girl you are, I will offer you a deal-

A deal?

If there was trouble you were way too late to escape now.

-What do you want?- Your voice a sob.

-You. I want you-

-I don't understand-

-If you beg me to fuck you, you will be mine. You will belong to me, your precious little cunt will belong to me-

Whatever it meant, it was what your body was screaming for.

Did he want to buy you? Were you going to be his concubine?

You should have reflected on it, on the consequences, on the conditions, but how could you reflect on anything when a man like Yami Sukehiro was feasting on your tits, filling his mouth with your soft flesh, nibbling and sucking your nipples.

-Fuck me- It finally escaped you -I am yours, Yami-

A hard, deep thrust filled you to the point of choking you.

Yami pounded his way inside you, with a fast thrust that made your pubic bones clash against his, and his balls smack against your ass.

His cock reached so deep inside you that you gasped for air, while he roared.

Your pussy stretched all at once to welcome his size but not enough.

Your muscles wrapped and squeezed his throbbing cock.

Yami didn't take his grey eyes off you, with a smile upon seeing you finally getting what you have asked for.

He didn't move, for as rough as his penetration was, he still realized how big he was for you and waited for your body to adjust to his size.

You grabbed a fistful of his hair.

-You are mine now- He said, low, like a promise from hell.

Yami was inside you, his cock throbbed against your walls, his head already nudging a spot that no one ever found before.

You moaned his name again and he grabbed your wrist, bringing it behind your head.

Then kissed you deeply while entwining his fingers with yours.

That kiss was different, less brutal, less carnal.

He kissed you like he...

No, you couldn't be that stupid. You didn't even know him, you knew nothing about him.

No strings attached whatsoever.

It was just casual sex, the best sex, but just casual.

Nothing else, right?

His kiss, slow, passionate seemed to say otherwise.

But when he moved his cock, you forgot about everything else.

In and out of your pussy, Yami started slowly to pount in you, so slow he made you die in anticipation for the next thrust, but deep and rough enough to make you scream.

-Now that's a sound I like coming from your mouth-

His teeth were once again on your neck, right under your jaw, your chin.

Yami was leaving you a necklace of lovebites.

The contrast between the pleasure of his cock in your cunt and the bites on your skin sent you in a spiral.

Your fingers reached for his shoulders.

-Faster- You moaned into his ear.

And faster he went.

Yami panted and moaned, he wasn't the kind of man that kept his pleasure all for himself, on the contrary he had no restraint when it came to growling for what your pussy did to him.

Each thrust faster than the previous, the smacking sound your pussy was making and the slippery movement of his cock were a sign of how both of your juices were mixing.

His precum mixed with your pleasure and leaked over your butthole and dripped on the sheets, already drenched by sweat.

-You like it like this, sweetheart? Is it fast enough for your needy pussy?- Yami smiled even through his growls and didn't even reacted when your nails scratched his back.

-You are a fucking asshole- You managed to say, his weight and his cock choked air out of you.

-You have no idea- Yami squeezed your tit and kept drilling you.

If he kept pounding that deep, you were sure he was going to break you in half, but your pussy was made for his cock, he was molding it in his shape and you just couldn't have enough of the sound of his voice.

Of knowing that that was you driving him crazy as much as he was doing with you.

-Where the fuck have you been until now?-

He finally arched his back when your nails scratched deeper, that question caught completely unprepared.

You wanted him, you wanted to please him.

-Tell me I'm yours, Yami-

Every word coming out of you almost incomprehensible.

-You are mine, you are fucking mine-

Every word coming out of him accompanied by a thrust.

That's all you needed to know.

You were his to please.

-I wanna ride your cock, Sukehiro-

He barely let you finish the sentence, that his hands were already on your hips, squeezing you and rolling over the bed.

Yami held you firm in place and now that you were sitting on his thick thighs, that you were observing his skin, coated by a shiny layer of sweat, you realized how truly big he was compared to you.

Your whole body would fit on one of his thigh only, his abdomen spread across the mattress, barely enough to contain him.

Yami crossed his swollen biceps under his head and rocked his hips, making you bounce.

-You said you wanted to ride me, are you just words?-

Fuck, what a piece of shit he was.

You wanted him to destroy you.

That arrogant sneer on his face made you grab his cock, wet of both your wetness and his precum, and bring it to your entrance.

It was heavy in your hand that couldn't circle it, and it smelled of heat.

A part of you, the most irrational and drunk of him, almost gave up on the desire to have him inside to taste him instead.

You wanted that massive shaft in your mouth, discover how much of it you would fit before you choked on it.

Discover the taste of that man, see him crumble for your lips.

But Yami had other plans for you: with another sudden and unexpected hump, he filled your cunt.

The meowing gasp you let out made him chuckle.

-Now that's more like that- He watched you lose that last crumb of sanity as you fall on his chest.

His cock drilled up to your stomach, a visible bulge rising on your womb, touching muscles and nerves no one ever touched before.

Looking for stability, grabbing his pecs, you stuck your tongue out in pure bliss.

Yami didn't miss the chance of sucking on your tongue and to make fun of your addiction -You really look cock drunk, sweetheart. Do you like being fucked like this?-

With his cruel fingers, he reached for your clit and as if his cock wasn't enough, he stroked it.

-Uh, you like being fucked like this? Naughty girl, look at your face-

The wetness of your pleasure was being stroked by Yami, spurting all over his hairy pube, his pounding reaching for your womb.

Like a predator breeding his mate.

-Ngh...Suke...hiro-

A new energy was growing inside you, an electricity that spread across your legs and down your spine.

-Yeah? Are you close to cumming?-

Your head nodded, eyes seeing stars.

With each deep pound he smacked in your pussy, his thighs slapped against your ass, a soft wet friction of sweat merged your skins together.

If he kept drilling at that depth and pace, you would pass out.

Your thighs grinded on him, with the intention of grasping every single inch of pleasure.

That take of charge made Yami moan.

Your pussy twitched when his voice reached your ear with a loud growl.

And you grinded again, locking your eyes on his.

-That's a good girl, keep doing that...fuck-

Inside you, that weight throbbed, readjusting your insides

Yami's cock was growing harder.

He tilted his head back, closing his eyes, lost in pure lust of your cunt clenching him.

Your walls sucked him in and out, the air suction with the lewd wet noises was a sign of how both your sexes were addicted to each other.

-Ya..Yami...I'm...-

Yami didn't open his eyes, but still found your hips, grabbing them tight, making it impossible for you to escape his next action.

-Cum on my cock, fuck- He roared, before rocking as fast as he could, fucking the air out of you -Cum on me, ugh-

Your climax blossomed in you like a flaming flower.

The spark ignited in your womb, a liquid light exploded as for a moment, you lost consciousness.

You came like you never came before.

Your legs outstretched and seizured, so did your back, like struck by a thunder.

Your cunt exploded on Yami's cock, tigthening, twitching.

Immediately, he was there to grab you.

As he rose to seize you in his arm, the movement pushed his cock even deeper in you.

-SUKEHIRO- You screamed, your nose invaded by the smell of sex and sweat that emanated from Yami.

His hot breath collided on your neck, while you disappeared into his embrace.

And he kept pumping his cock inside you, making sure of stealing every piece of orgasm out of you.

When his pace slowed and his breath became unsteady, your head spinned.

-Where do you want me to cum, answer quickly before I breed you-

His.

You wanted to be his.

-In my mouth- You hiccupped.

Yami remained in silence for a hot second, he wasn't sure he heard correctly, in the heat of the moment.

Did you say you wanted his load in your mouth? Didn't his ears deceive him?

-Say it again-

-Cum in my mouth, Yami. I want to taste you-

With manly arrogance, he lifted you from his cock, glazed by your juices.

Your pussy leaked your creamy orgasm on his thigh and with a sigh of relief your womb was freed by Yami's cock.

You felt empty now that he wasn't inside you anymore, already addicted to his presence and shape.

You laid on the edge of the mattress, legs spread and sore while he sat on his knees stroking his erection at full speed.

The wet pumping made Yami look aching to cum.

Head down and focused, his brow furrowed, chest going up and down in unsteady breaths.

You could tell he needed to cum just by how swollen his balls were.

-Will you be mine?- He growled under his breath, giving a hard stroke to his glistening head.

-I will be yours- You nodded, ready to take all of him.

Whatever that meant, you wanted it.

You wanted to be his.

You wanted to be ruined by this stranger you couldn't get enough of.

There was a before and a after Yami Sukehiro. You knew, the moment he first kissed you that no one else would have ever compared.

How could anyone compare to that strength, that stamina, that size.

-No one fucks like you do- Your body spoke for you, your brain was long shut down.

That confession erupted from you made Yami shudder.

Without ceasing to jerk off, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you towards him.

-Take it, open your mouth- He commanded, when your lips met with his hairy pube and the salty smell of his cock -Take it-

You obeyed, the reddened and swollen head of Yami's cock caressed your lips and your tongue, and the contact made him explode.

Yami bent on you, keeping your head firm as he released his load.

With your eyes up on him, you saw him hissing and roaring.

-Fuu..unf...Fuckk- He let go loud, beastly.

Suddenly your mouth was filled with a warm and thick liquid, the amount of Yami's seed was impressive.

How much did he need it, how long was he keeping all that.

And you did it, that was all for you.

Your effect on him and your doing.

His cock throbbed against your lips, shooting strings of sperm to decorate your tongue.

He tasted like salt, like heat, like lust.

Yami kept your head down until you drank him to the last drop.

And sighed, deeply, releasing you and abandoning himself back on the mattress.

Not before grabbing your arm and pulling you on his chest.

He swallowed, slicking his sweaty hair back.

He regained lucidity and caressed your back with the tip of his fingers -You alright?-

You lifted your head and nodded.

-Did you swallow my cum?!- Yami seemed surprised at the idea, as if he wasn't expecting that.

-Well, of course, that's why I wanted you to cum in my mouth-

Now Yami made a sound, resting his arm over his eyes.

Exhausted, relieved and utterly lost in you.

That wicked mouth of yours was going to be his ruin, he knew it.

Squeezing your cheeks he kissed you, savouring his own taste still lingering in your mouth.

A sloppy kiss, that's what you both needed after losing your minds in each other.

-You are a naughty, naughty, girl. Where did you learn how to fuck like that, uh?- He smacked your ass as he made himself cozy, lying on his side -Do your books say how to ride a man?-

You hid a laugh, tracing his hard muscles lines with your fingers -I had my experiences you know.

Yami's eyes darkened suddenly, the playful grin disappeared before he crashed onto your mouth again, forcing you to lay down with his imposing weight.

Slow, with soft petal kisses in between, never taking his eyes off you as he fought the urge to own you again.

-You are mine now-

Would have it ruined the mood if you asked what he meant? You really didn't care, for a part of you knew he was right.

That you would have looked for him in all the men you slept with.

Yami made you his.

-Only mine to kiss...- Yami licked under your jaw -...to touch...- Then he went low on your tits -...to fuck...- On your abdomen -...to ruin- And he stopped right above your clit, on your soft bushy pube.

Biting your lips you were already savouring the experience of Yami licking you, his mouth was so close.

-Jerk- You spat out when he cruelly crawled back to your face, with a playful smile.

He chuckled -Ready to go again, uh? You loved my cock that much?-

You nodded, scratching his light beard -I've never been fucked like this-

Yami gave you a squeeze on your hips and nudged his big nose against yours -You can say it outloud-

Yami Sukehiro snored, not that it surprised you that a brute like him would keep his rudeness even in his sleep, what surprised you was that his snoring woke you.

You forgot to have even fallen asleep.

He was sleeping like a babe, a soldier proud of his won battle, bicep under his head and one hand resting on his abdomen, one knee up to make a tent of the messed up sheets.

When you woke up you were still naked, covered in shivers after the sweat had cooled on your skin.

You must have fallen asleep together, after all you were both sore.

So sore that even rising from the bed pained you.

God, that man really fucked you like no one did, your legs were twitching from cramps.

You looked at him quickly, he was handsome when he slept. His chest rose in deep breaths and on his face was a dreamless serenity.

But you couldn't stay the night, what would have your boss said if he saw you coming down for breakfast with one of his customers, especially in the conditions you were?

What would have your parents said if they didn't see you at home by daylight?

It was all just sex, you reminded yourself.

You didn't know this guy, you didn't know his businesses.

No strings attached, just good, amazing, breath-taking, unforgettable sex.

When you gathered your clothes back they were a mess, completely torn apart, and then your eyes fell on something glittering in the dark.

You looked back, making sure Yami didn't wake from you stepping on the wooden tiles, and peeked inside his pouch.

There was a black shawl, or cape with a sygil embroidered on it.

A black bull.

That must have been the insigna of his gang or whatever. Under it, far more interesting, the leather sachet with the gold he won at The Table.

So much gold, what did he need it for?

He said he was going to the Clover Kingdom Capital, to attend the exam for the Magic Knights.

And asked you to join him.

It was then that a thought came to your mind.

You helped him win that gold, actually, if it wasn't for you he wouldn't have seen a dime, that meant that a big part of that win was also yours, right?

When Yami woke up the next morning he was alone and for a moment he believed that last night was a dream.

The most beautiful dream he ever had.

But your smell was still all over him, your sweet scent filled the room and yet, you were nowhere to be seen.

Not that he expected his breakfast in bed, but it was the first time that someone ran away in the middle of the night after fucking.

Usually it was him.

You were a surprise after the other.

Arrogant and clever, the best fuck he had and also a runaway.

Weren't you just a catch?

His insight was never wrong and led him to his pouch.

With a loud -AH!- Yami laughed seeing all of his gold vanished, and replaced by a small parchment in the leather sachet.

The ink was not completely dry yet, and it read

I'm sorry, I just took my part. I guess I will see you at the Magic Knight exams, don't forget it. You really have the best cock I ever fucked.

See you at the Capital, Yami Sukehiro

You clearly had no idea in what trouble you just put yourself.

Yami crumpled up your letter and put it in his pockets, somehow a way to feel you close and went about his day laughing.

-Oh, you will see my love, I will be there-

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kleftiko · 1 year ago

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❦ SAVE A HORSE

farmhand!yami x reader

cw: mature, fem!reader, grinding, cowgirl position, implied virginity loss, major pining, soft sex

"save a horse, ride a cowboy"

the ranch was beautiful. wide open fields stretched as far as the eye could see, with the straw green grass swaying gently in the breeze. the rustic wooden fences added a touch of charm to the picturesque landscape, while the distant sound of horses neighing filled the air, creating a soothing melody that resonated with the tranquility of the country.

your eyes fell on him. he stood tall and strong, his sun-kissed skin glistening under the golden rays of the sun. the way he effortlessly commanded the attention of the horses with a gentle touch and a firm voice spoke volumes about his expertise as a cowboy. there was an undeniable allure to his rugged appearance, from his worn-out cowboy hat to the dust-covered boots that carried him through countless hours of hard work on the ranch, to the half smoked cigarette that never seemed to leave his lip. as you watched him navigate through the fields, a wave of desire washed over you, eyes trailing over the muscular arms that gently guided the animal.

he had been here since last year, when your father hired him. he was getting too old for the long hours and physical demands of running the ranch on his own. the cowboy's presence brought a sense of relief and reassurance, knowing that the legacy of the land would be carried on with care and dedication.

your first impression of him was supposed to be less than favourable. your father had called you down in the morning when you got up; he wanted to introduce you to the new farmhand so you wouldn't be surprised when a random boy wandered around the ranch. your father used the word 'boy', but upon first glance, he was nothing other than a man. standing tall and exuding an air of maturity, his rugged features and calloused hands spoke of hard work and experience. you felt your heart skip as he locked eyes with you.

though he purposefully gave you an unfavourable greeting (a disinterested nod and a "yami"), it didn't dissuade your attraction to him.

his piercing eyes seemed to comprehend everything they took in, reducing you to a jelly-legged mess on the off chance he looked at you. the way he carried himself with a casual confidence only added to your desire, leaving you yearning for even the smallest bit of attention from the stoic man. he seemed a bit too old to be a farmhand, but try as you might, he wouldn't open up or tell you why when you spoke to him.

the most you would get would be a barely lifted brow and a once-over from those scalding eyes that just seemed to strip you down and make you feel so vulnerable.

your parents liked him. he was a hard worker and never made a fuss. not even when your parents told him they could only offer him the loft in the shed to stay in. all he wanted was meals. he used the bathroom in the house, though, and sometimes, if you were lucky, you'd catch him after a shower, with his hair still damp and his large body shirtless as he made his way back to the shed.

you started to volunteer to do the dishes after meals more often. the window in the kitchen looked out onto the couple horses you had. yami was taken with them, and they seemed to love him back. the calmest and most at ease you'd see him is with the horses, and your mother told you off quite a few times for letting the water run too long as you shamelessly stared at the man.

as the months went along, your father's condition worsened, and yami took up nearly all of the work on the farm. your father was old, no other way to say it, and you heard him and your mother sometimes at night talking about the future of the ranch. you wouldn't be able to handle it all on your own, and you weren't looking for a husband anyway, so as far as you know, your parents were planning to start selling things off. ideally, within the year, there would be no more farm.

the thought made your heart sink. what were you going to do if you couldn't look out the window and see yami in the sun, taking off his hat to push back his sweaty hair before rolling up his sleeves. it was this scene that replayed in your head, keeping you up at night and squirming beneath the sheets.

you didn't know what to do.

but when your mother abruptly woke you up one morning and led you to the barn, you had no time to think. there was yami and your father, the older man cradling his arm to his chest as yami helped him off the dirty ground.

"what happened?" you ushered to your father's side.

he had an embarrassed smile on his face as he stood.

"the hayloft used to seem a lot shorter back in the day." he joked, and you noticed the ladder against the wood bearing.

you gave him an exasperated look before yami spoke.

"he only fell off the second rung." he shook his head at your dad. "i told you i’d help after i brought the tools back, old man."

your dad waved him off before wincing as he realized he used his injured arm.

"'s not fun being useless," he sighed and looked at his arm. "but looks like I caused more trouble."

"we'll have to go to the doctor." your mom told him, rewrapping her robe around her body. "at least it's morning; it'll take us all day to make it there."

your dad looked at the sky for a second, then turned to yami and asked, "would'ya mind cleaning up here?"

yami nodded.

"i'll get the cart ready," you tell your parents, but your mom shakes her head.

"no no, you stay here," she said. "i'll take your father. you manage the house."

you were about to protest when she held her hand up, and you shut your mouth.

your mother and father left the barn to get ready, leaving you frowning slightly as yami started to put away the ladder.

"you gonna put some clothes on?" his deep voice caught your attention.

the morning breeze on your legs reminded you that you were only in a nightgown. wordlessly, you left the barn and beelined to the house.

mother assured you they would be back the next day by evening, but when dinner time came, and you and yami were sitting in the kitchen, it started to rain. by dusk, it had picked up into nearly a storm.

sitting in your room, you looked out the window, unable to comfortably sleep while staring at the shed. yami locked up everything before the weather took a turn for the worse, but he insisted on sleeping in the shed tonight, even though you offered your parents bed. the trees around you swayed dangerously, but when the sky lit up with lightning, you got up. the thunder followed as you padded your way outside, drenching yourself as you made your way to the shed.

the door doesn't lock, and your father didn't keep many things in there since yami moved in, so the door swung open easily.

"yami?" you called, but your voice was barely audible above the rain and wind.

the shed was dark, and you couldn't see him, so you called again, louder this time, but still no answer.

ignoring his privacy in favour of getting out of the storm, you made your way to the loft, the rain pelting on the wooden roof muffling the outside slightly, save for the couple leaks that trickled through. this was the worst storm you'd seen in years, and you couldn't let him stay here.

placing your wet foot on a board, you hoisted yourself up to look for him. if only you had time, but the inside of the shed lit up, flashing through the grooves of the wood and nearly blinding you before the roof fell in.

you tried to scream as you lost your grip, but your voice failed you. the delayed thunder that followed crashed around you as you tumbled to the ground, but you never hit it. strong arms wrapped around your middle, but you were too shocked to do anything as you were dragged out of the ruined structure.

the ringing in your ears faded as you heard someone yelling—it was yami. your eyes shot up at him as he still held you.

"what the fuck were you doing?!" he shouted, but you just blinked at him.

the lip of his hat protected him from the rain more than you, but with the wind, it wasn't enough to keep his face and hair completely dry. his expression was angry, and you felt like shrinking away.

"i came to look for you." you said, but were too quiet.

yami just shook his head and dragged you to the house.

once inside the well-framed structure, you repeated yourself.

"i was worried," you said. "where were you anyway?"

"had to lock up the barn again; the chain's old, ‘didn't want it to give in the storm." he said and took off his hat.

he ran a hand down his wet face, a deep sigh hissing out through his teeth, before pinching his nose, as if he were annoyed at you coming to check on him.

"you can't be mad at me for worrying." you furrowed your brows.

"'m not, i just—" but he cut himself off upon looking at you.

his eyes snapped down to your chest, eyebrows immediately raising.

confused, you looked down to see that your soaked nightgown had become translucent from the water. the wet fabric clung to your body, outlining the curves of your hips and breasts, your nipples now protruded harshly as a result of the cold air.

even though you threw your arms around yourself, the damage was done. and upon a second glance, yami wasn't in a much better position, his chest and abs clearly on display through his ragged white shirt.

you just shut up.

"go take a shower." his voice was strained, and his eyes looked away from you. "dry yourself off."

"a—at least let me get you a towel first." you reasoned. there was only one bathroom in the house, so yami would have to wait for you anyway, and you quickly grabbed a towel from the linen closet to hand to him, trying not to stare too obviously at his exposed torso.

despite being in the hot shower, you could still hear the wind and rain hitting the house from outside. you knew your parents would be staying in town until the weather was clear, and you just hoped they had found a place to stay before it got too bad.

when you got out, you wrapped yourself in a towel with the intent to sprint to your room. you hadn't brought your clothes to the bathroom, so you couldn't tell yami to warm himself up until you went downstairs.

but upon closing your room door behind you, you notice the man sitting on your bed with the towel you gave him around his shoulder and only in his briefs, probably having tried to dry off before catching a cold. you yelled in surprise, holding the towel tighter around your body.

"what are you doing in my room!" you cried, and his eyes widened a fraction as you moved towards him on instinct to hit him. "get out!"

"shit—" he said, holding up his arms in defence. "didn't know it was your room!"

"pervert!" your face was burning with embarrassment as you closed your eyes and blindly swatted.

you were so distracted that you forgot about the storm outside. suddenly, a loud crack of thunder jolted you back to reality, drawing a startled yelp from your lips as you jumped back. heart pounding, you nearly jumped into the man, feeling a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins. yami froze.

"you okay?" he asked slowly.

with a quick shake of your head, he sighed. his arms came around your waist and pulled you into his warm body, your own going around his shoulders and curling into him. as you buried your face in his chest, you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calming your racing pulse. the sound of raindrops hitting the windowpane created a soothing backdrop, gradually easing the tension in your body. In that moment, you found solace in his embrace, grateful for the sense of safety and comfort he provided, you weren't even aware that you crawled into his lap.

"it'll be alright." his deep voice comforted you as his large hand smoothed over your towel covered back.

you shifted on top of him as the wind battered against the house. the man holding you hissed, and you looked up at him with concern as you said, "yami?"

his eyes were screwed shut, jaw clenched, and hands were still against you.

"don't—" he strained. "fuck—don't say my name right now."

you were confused and about to ask why when you felt the reason under your thigh. eyes now wide as you felt his erection through his thin briefs, you noticed yami's head turned away from you.

grinding down gently elicited another groan from the man before he stilled you with his hands on your hips.

"what do you think you're doing?" his eyes were dangerous as he looked down at your trembling form. the fear from the storm seemed to be drowned out by your arousal for the man, and you welcomed the feeling, far preferring it to the former.

you leaned forward, your legs straddling yami as you placed a soft kiss on his rough and unshaven cheek. he sucked in a breath, and you slowly leaned back to look up at him.

"if I start this," he warned you, "i won't stop."

you shook your head softly and said, "please don't stop."

and he attached his lips to yours, a surge of electricity shooting through your body and intensifying the already overwhelming desire between you. the storm raged on outside, but in that moment, nothing else mattered except themoment you shared with yami.

your body melted into his, allowing him to take over. his touch was both gentle and possessive, hands exploring every inch of your body as if he had been waiting for this moment his entire life. the intensity between you grew with each passing second, the world around you fading into oblivion as you surrendered completely to the intoxicating power of yami.

hips rocked into his again, the rhythm becoming more urgent and desperate. every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, igniting a fire that consumed both of you. as the heat between you intensified, time seemed to stand still, leaving only the raw desire and overwhelming lust that bound you together in that moment.

yami's fingers trailed between your legs, and his lips swallowed your whimpers as he began to rub your clit. his touch was electrifying, sending shivers down your spine and causing your breath to hitch. the intensity of his caress intensified the already overwhelming pleasure, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. With each skillful stroke, yami's fingers danced across your most sensitive areas, heightening the sensations and driving your mind wild. as his lips continued to silence your moans of pleasure, you surrendered completely to his dominance.

"please." you whimpered into his mouth, never having felt this intense of a desire before. "please, more."

yami's eyes sparkled with a mixture of passion and adoration as he whispered, "i''ll give you everything, baby."

his touch became even more intense, coaxing out pleasure that you never knew existed. the world around you faded away as his touch left fire across you, leaving you breathless and craving more as you shuddered and came on his fingers.

yami's hands continued their skilled movements, prolonging your ecstasy until you were left trembling in his embrace. lost in the waves of pleasure, you realized that this was only the beginning of somethingyou never wanted to end.

your hands eagerly went to his boxers, clumsily groping his erection as you drew groans from his lips. yami tore off your towel, leaving you bare on top of him. as the heat between you intensified, Yami's lips found yours in a hungry kiss. the room filled with the sound of your combined moans, echoing your cries of desire. you yanked down his briefs, his cock slapping against his stomach and making your eyes widen at the size.

you gulped, suddenly fervoring, when yami's rough hand cupped the back of your head and coaxed you in a kiss.

"i got you, baby," he assured, and you nodded.

as his hand trailed down your body, sending shivers of anticipation through you, you couldn't help but feel a surge of trust and surrender. the intensity of the moment was overwhelming, but with yami's reassuring words, you knew you were in safe hands. he lifted you up easily, aligning you with his cock and slowly entering you. the aching stretch you felt, mixed with the raw passion between you and yami was electrifying. and despite your whimpers, you urged him to continue. every movement, every touch, sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. you surrendered completely to the moment, trusting that yami would take care of you and fulfill your every desire. in earnest, you drop yourself to cover him completely, whining in pain but just needing to feel as close as possible to him.

"fuck, gorgeous," he gritted through his teeth, holding you against him in a soothing manner.

he whispered sweet words of reassurance, promising to make the pain worth it. with each gentle stroke, he eased your discomfort and replaced it with a newfound intensity of pleasure. you let him bounce you on top of him, matching his rhythm and surrendering to the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. the room filled with the symphony of your moans and his grunts as you both lost yourselves in each other. with every thrust, the pleasure escalated, pushing you both closer to the edge of ecstasy as your noises became more wanton.

"i—i didn't," you hiccuped in pleasure, gripping his broad shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself, completely addicted to the spots he could reach inside of oyu. "didn't know it could feel this good."

"fuck, baby, you're perfect." he grunted and captured your lips for another kiss.

the intensity of his words sent shivers down your spine and you knew this was a moment of pure bliss that you never wanted to end. you felt an unfamiliar tightness in your stomach, aching for release as the pleasure continued to build. the overwhelming sensation consumed you, making it impossible to think of anything else except yami's burning touch.

you began to cry, not knowing how to handle the torrent of pleasure coursing through you when his thumb came back to circle your clit. your tears mixed with the sweat on your flushed skin as you surrendered to the intensity of the moment. throwing out a hiccuped warning, yami just encouraged you to let go and let him bring you to bliss.

as you let go of all inhibitions, your body trembled with each stroke of his thumb. the world around you faded into a blur, leaving only the raw ecstasy that yami's touch left. every nerve ending was on fire, every sensation heightened to an almost unbearable level. in that moment, you knew that surrendering to yami meant surrendering to pure pleasure, unlike anything you had ever experienced before. and you cried his name as you came, gripping onto him for dear life as he guided you through the high.

as the waves of pleasure subsided, you found yourself breathless and completely consumed by the intensity of the moment. yami's touch had unlocked a realm of pleasure you never knew existed, leaving you yearning for more of his intoxicating embrace.

with another breathless kiss, you collapsed against him, letting him hold you up as your eyes drifted to the window, only to see that the raging storm had turned into a mild shower.

"thank you," you croaked out, nuzzling into his warm touch.

"always, baby." his breathing was uneven, "i'll always be here for you."

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dilfl0v3rss · 11 months ago

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costume party

yami wasn't one to "dress up". always settling for a loose fit t shirt and some sweatpants when it was time to leave the house. you, on the other hand, loved to dress up. almost never leaving the house in something that didn't make you stand out. the two of you have recently been invited to a christmas costume party, your spontaneous friend julius giving each of you and your friends the task of dressing up as anything you wanted as long as it pertains to the chilly season or the holidays.

"m'not goin" your boyfriend said, his brown eyes looking at his costume with boredom written on his face. you stood in front of him on the couch, an attitude quickly making its way into you as you rested your weight on one leg. "yes you are. i promised julius we would be there since we couldn't make it to his halloween party" a smirk instantly made its way to yami's lips, his mind flashing with memories of that night. he couldn't control the slight twitch in his pants as he traveled deeper and deeper in thought. "i could've made it there, my legs were just fine. and y'know ion do costumes mama" you rolled your eyes at his childish jokes. of course his legs were just fine, he wasn't the one getting folded up and bent over all around the house just for having a simple maid costume on. nevertheless, you had a mission to complete so you didn't dwell on his words.

"kk" you said, quickly deciding to give up on using your words to convince this man. if there was one thing that could have your unexcited boyfriend jumping out of his seat it was you, but not just you in anything. you've began to notice that the less you wore, the harder your boyfriend tried to get you to stay. it was as if he didn't want anyone else to see you and made it his mission to at least give you a good fucking before you left so you'd think of him. you were going to use his love for your body to your advantage. you quietly walked away, letting your boyfriend think you've given up as you made your way to your room to put on your costume.

"alright papa m'just gon go by myself since youn wanna come" you said, as you slowly moved towards the small key bowl by your front door. "alright be safe sweetness, n'text me when you get th-" yami's sentence was cut short, his mouth hung open at the sight of you. your perky breasts sat prettily in your cropped brown sweater as you left little to his imagination by keeping the top buttons undone. your matching miniskirt barely made it over the plump of your ass as you gained about an inch in height with the help of your black suede knee-high boots. you kept your hair simple, putting your twenty-inch tape-ins in a low middle part ponytail as two brown and white ears sat on the top of your head. you looked good enough to eat and that's all that was on yami's mind as he rose from his comfortable spot on the couch. "look so pretty, lemme get a kiss" he mumbled as me moved towards you, his hand already finding a home around your neck as he leaned your lips towards his. before the two of you connected you stopped him with a firm hand on his chest. "no no no, you don't get any of this unless you come wit me"

your boyfriends eyes widened at your statement, the seriousness in your voice letting him know that you weren't playing around. "whatdya mean? papa can't give his girl some kisses fore' she go?" you gave him nothing but a bored expression. the both of you knew he wasn't just trying to give you kisses and you let him know that it wasn't going to happen. your hand swiftly moved towards his, removing it from your neck before grabbing the keys from the bowl. "not unless he hurries up and puts his costume on so we can go"

"tch...i look ridiculous." yami sighed as he approached julius' doorstep, the two of you hand in hand as you walked with a bright smile on your face. "you look fine baby, sexy even." you said, the sight of him making butterflies swarm in your stomach. you always knew just want to buy to have this man looking irresistible. his red and black flannel sat tight on his chest as the top bottom stayed undone, showing the gold chain you gifted him last christmas. his baggy blue jeans sat nicely on his hips and his black timbs made him tower over you even more. you gave his hand a light squeeze, drawing yami's attention to you. he tried his best to keep a blush from traveling across his cheeks as he took in the sight of your pretty features in the dim lights of the porch. the black makeup on your nose as well as the white dots on your cheeks only adding to your cuteness. yami couldn't subdue the ache in his boxers as he leaned down close to your ear. "m'gonna have you cummin on this dick in the bathroom fore the nights over, can't make it back to the house." he left a light kiss on the side of your head at the end of his sentence, not missing the slight shake in your thighs as arousal began to rush into your panties. before you could even respond you were interrupted by julius opening the door.

"well if it isn't the lumberjack and the doe"

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sapphe-ire · 7 months ago

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Unfair~

THIS TOOK SO LONG. but in my defense uni was kicking my ass and the semester is finally over. funny thing is this is just an example of how i write, not even a completed fic, yet it took forever💀 but enjoy

tw: unprotected sex, public sex, fem reader, cursing, nicknames [pretty girl, princess]

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“Mmm…fuck~” i moan under him softly, knees weakening with every touch, thrust and groan reverberating in my ear. He grips my sides tight and harshly thrusts into me. This would normally be my style but seeing as where in a changing room, i’d prefer going just a little slower. Though i guess i’d have to make due, because i will fight if he pulls out now.

The feeling of the head of his cock slightly poking and prodding against my cervix is driving me towards an orgasm and fast, and i know he can feel it. “Is my pretty girl gonna cum already?” he whispers teasingly with that usual tone of his that i can’t get enough of, though i’d rather not entertain him further and just cum so i can ride him and moan louder later

I tap his broad shoulder three times, a rule we developed to indicate orgasms when we fuck in public, and i can practically feel the smirk that develops on his defined features. He slips me somewhat lower down the wall he has me pressed against and goes faster on purpose, his cock pushing against my cervix more so than ever while his large frame looks down at me.

I slap my hand over my mouth quickly and grab the same shoulder I tapped harder than before, pissed that he pulled this stunt but too lost in the realms of my impending orgasm to care.

“Hmm, i can feel that you’re pissed, princess. Don't worry, i'll fill you nice and deep, yeah?” he chuckled, his baritone but sultry whisper doing more to me than he notices. My head pushes harder against the wall as i bite my lip sharply…

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nerosukehiro · 4 months ago

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Only been with you.

Yami Sukehiro Smut/Fluff (female reader)

Lord help me cause this man is soooo fucking fineeee. I just finished the series and I stg if they don’t finish that show I’m gonna raise hellll. Anyways this one isn’t very detailed but there is some fluff in the mix too. Hope you enjoy :)

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Finally I can relax. It had been at least a week since the battle with the Eye of the Midnight Suns. After the fight came the clean up and checking for dead bodies of those who were murdered by the elves to possessed our comrades. It was a devastating loss though and the kingdom suffered many casualties. However we were able to do most of the clean up in a week. The down side is that the council is wanting to kill Asta and Nero, blaming them for the whole thing just because they don’t understand his anti magic and Neros forbidden magic and believe they are the reason for the mass destruction.

So now it has became a mission to get both of their names cleared and the team decided to set out on adventures to find answers. Answers that can help their case. I was already planning on going on my own to help with the cause. Asta was like my little brother and I can’t, no, won’t let him die for something that wasn’t even his fault.

But now it’s time to relax and the first thing I’m gonna do is get in the hot spring. Thankfully non of the squad mates were at the hide out so I can have peace and quiet for more than 10 minutes.

I got in letting the warm water surround me, my body experiencing major relief. I grabbed my loofa and some soap and started cleaning my body. I started reaching for my back when I heard someone start speaking. “Need some help?” Fuck… It’s Captain Yami.

I slowly turned around and my eyes widened. He was naked. Not like I’ve never seen him naked before in fact I’ve seen it before, many times. “Awe doll are you blushing?”

“Uh no. You just startled me, I don’t need any help and would you mind putting some clothes on.” He started chuckling and walking close to me. His hand reached the back of my neck and pulled me in to kiss him. “Sir, I thought we said we were done with this.”

“No I didn’t say that, you did. You just said it because you saw that the Blue Rose Captain was flirting with me. You don’t have to be jealous though my love. I want you and only you.” I rolled my eyes and started to laugh. He didn’t seem to like that much he wrapped his hand around my neck and squeezed it just a bit. “Mmm you know, jealousy is not a good look on you. Don’t worry. You are the only girl I’ve ever wanted.” He pushed his knee between my legs putting pressure where I need it the most.

Ah fuck it.

“Yami. Please. I need you.” I pleaded and started rubbing my pussy on his thigh. “That’s what I thought. Let me make you feel good and after I gotta give you something that’s in my bedroom.” With that he thrusted two fingers in me without warning.

“So wet for me. You wanna know something? I know for a fact that I was your first and I know that you haven’t had anyone else besides me. Isn’t that right?” He wasn’t wrong, he’s the only man I have ever been with. “Y-yes it is. Only been with you.”

His fingers were set to a brutal pace making me moan loud for anyone to hear. Sorry if you’re hearing this Henry. “Fuckk Yami. Feels so good baby.” He was enjoying this to much, his other hand started rubbing at my clit. “Yeah does my girl need to cum?”

No not yet, I wanna cum on his cock and not his fingers. Not only did I wanna cum on top of him, I wanted him to cum inside of me. “Please. Wanna cum on your cock.” This made his hands go faster. “I want you to cum on my fingers first little girl.”

Adding a third finger and curling them upwards, he was so deep. My moans started becoming louder. I had no control of my body at this point. “Doll, look at me.” My eyes met his and he smiled. I could feel the tightness in my belly my body feels like it’s on fire. I don’t know how much longer I can last.

“Your squeezing around my fingers baby, are you gonna cum?” I could only nod my head. The way he is making me feel is something I’ve missed for the last few weeks. “I’M GONNA CUM, YAMI!!!” My body jerked. “Fuck good girl. Let’s clean you up and take you to my room, how does that sound?” I couldn’t speak so I nodded my head yes.

After he helped clean me up, picked me up bridal style and walked me to his room. Thank god non of the others were here to see us like this. As we got to his room he gently laid me on the bed.

“So, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you. For quite some time now actually. I know I might not seem like the romantic type but I want you to know that I am in love with you. The last few years we have known each other we’ve fought together, laughed together, cried together and spilled blood together. I know it’s seems like I never really wanted a relationship but the truth is. You are all I want. All I need. Please Y/N. Be mine forever?”

He pulled a ring out… DID HE JUST FUCKING PROPOSE?! “Uh… Yami are you-“ “Marry me Y/N.” Oh my god he is holy shit. “YES!” I screamed as I jumped on top of him. He grabbed my face and started kissing me. I reached between us and gripped his cock. He was extremely hard. “Hey don’t tease me baby, wanna feel your tight little pussy wrapped around me. Gonna breed this pussy and maybe get you pregnant. You would like that wouldn’t you?”

Fuck it’s gonna be a long night.

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potheadkiki · 2 months ago

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Y'all I've been watching black clover and all I can think of is you asking Finral to take you to this local hot spring a few towns over and he decides that if he goes maybe he'll get some actions from you but Yami being the man he is decides to step in go with the two of you but you get swindled into buying some aphrodisiacs that work on your hearts desire, using them has unfortunate consequences but luckily for you you're hearts desire tagged along. Idk if I'm going to make this a fic still working on my request

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likethecolorblog · 5 months ago

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Smut pt2

⚠️: A little of smut , Any POV

(English is not my first language, I hope you like and if you have advices to me or any recommendations it would be happily accepted, Have a nice day♡♡)

After it feels like ages I got finally him to be the submissive and begging one today, I was smirking at him, the poor boy kneeling infront of me, hands tie, sweaty and of course that smile of him, to be honest I don't know if he is proud or he has something under his sleeve.

I press my foot in his crotch softly but with a little of pressure "f..uck" he moan softly, my grin go wild as I press more hard his crotch "what's wrong?" I mock him

After what feel like ages I was teasing his dick, going slowly up and down on him smiling and stopping my movements, he was going wild and mad "you teasing little bitch... I'm gonna ruin you" I squeeze his dick giggling as I keep my torturing pace, while I was in my world I gag hard feeling his hand in my head making me suck him entirely "Wh- what the fuck?" I breathly said flustered looking at him, his hands were untie and he was smirking "told ya... I'm gonna fucking ruin you"

Characters: Dabi, Ronoroa Zoro, Eustass kidd, Sasuke, Ban, Yami, tsukishima, Simon Ghost Riley, Kratos, Chrollo, Illumi

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nellielsss · 5 months ago

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+†+🪦 A Pɾσρҽɾ Bʅαƈƙ Bυʅʅ Wҽʅƈσɱҽ!

Summary: when you date a Magic Knight Captain, it's only a matter of time until you meet their Knights! A/N: just some fluff for Yami! I tried to include as many characters as I could but I'm still getting used to writing multiple chars in one scene. Pairing: Yami Sukehiro x fem!reader CW: swearing, suggestive jokes

╰┈➤ "Is this really where Suke lives?" you asked nobody as you approached his base. "He's always told me not to visit, but this place is just... creepy. Still, I feel bad for making him visit me all the time. Why not pay him a surprise visit?"

You had been dating the famed Captain of the Black Bulls, Yami Sukehiro, for a few months--4 to be exact--and things were starting to get serious with him.

But they were never serious enough for you to meet his squad.

Sure, you had seen them in passing, tagging along with him on missions, but you've never met the Black Bulls in person. It was like they were his kids that he never wanted you to meet for whatever reason. Whenever you tried to ask him if you could meet them, he'd always say: "Nah, not happening. I don't need you meeting those knuckleheads; they'd probably blabber some stupid story and scare you off, and I don't need that."

For the better part, he actually made the effort to go and see you wherever you were. He'd venture as many miles as needed in order to do so. He also just never introduced you to the public in general because he was scared of someone going after you for a vendetta or revenge against Yami (he was a man with many enemies, after all). So, he was content with just going on private dates in secluded bars or spending the night at your place. Any chance he could take to spend time with you, he'd snatch it right up.

Why did you venture to the secretive Black Bulls hideout in the first place? Well, Yami had been busy with training for a while. The missions were swamping him, and his efforts to keep the devils at bay were, inadvertently, keeping your relationship at bay as well. He never had any time to leave the hideout unless it was to go on a mission or to an official summons, and because you were basically forbidden from going to HQ, it meant all you could do was communicate via letters.

And you were sick and tired of it.

You were an impatient girl. You didn't like being basically banned from seeing your boyfriend, no matter how legitimate his causes or concerns were.

You haven't had dick in ages--you were starting to lose feeling down there!! And lord knows his dick was good, so good it left you unable to walk on several occasions.

But you weren't there just to fuck him (although it was a big bonus of dating him); you were there to mend your little broken heart.

So, that's how you wound up on their doorstep. You went at a time which you knew it'd be empty, so you were sure you wouldn't have to meet those bulls. Even if he, himself, was out, you could just wait in his room as a little welcome home surprise.

"I don't suppose I have to knock before entering," you muttered, grabbing the latch of the door and opening the giant wooden slab. Just as you'd expected: the place was empty. Not a peep to be heard throughout the entire tower of oddly shaped rooms and windows that were jutting out of the wrong places.

"Well, this sure ain't too bad. I thought it'd be in ruins by the way Suke described it," you thought to yourself. As you stepped on the cobblestone floors and ventured inside the place, you took note of it. It had a certain charm to it, like a cozy tavern you'd seek refuge from a storm in. There were torches lit up by mana, different flags hanging from the walls, and a big bar in the left side of the room. "If he wasn't so protective of me, I could imagine myself living here with him..."

"Hello... who are... you?" a ghostly voice suddenly said from the hallway.

"Gah! Wait- is it seriously haunted? Was Sukehiro telling me the truth this whole time?!" You immediately hid behind a couch when you saw the mint-haired man standing there.

"I'm... not... a... ghost! I... keep... this... place... running," the ghost said.

"Are you sure? Because you certainly don't look too- gah!" this time, you were surprised to feel that all your mana was being drained from you, simply by being close to the man.

"I'm.. sorry... I... drain... people's... mana... on... accident. Don't... stand... too... close."

"Figured as much," you muttered, somehow able to break free from the man's mana pull. "I knew I shouldn't have come here... I thought all of you would be out for the day."

"You... didn't... answer... my... question. Who... are... you?"

"Oh, right... sorry about that," you said, rubbing the back of your neck, "I'm, uh... I'm Captain Yami's girlfriend. I came here hoping that none of you would be around, but it seems as though I made a mistake. I thought all of you would be on missions for sure!"

The man's ghostly face lit up in surprise when he realized who you were. "Oh! I... know... you... or, at least... I've... heard... of you... Captain Yami's... always... talking... about... some girl... who... he's... been... dating. We all... just... thought... that he... was... lying."

"You seriously thought that he was lying?" you asked in disbelief. "Then again, he is an acquired taste... Anyway, what's your name?"

"My... name's... Henry. I... don't... go on... missions... because... I'm... too... weak, and I'm... bound... to... this... house."

"Too weak?" you asked, feeling a bit sorry for the guy. "Jeez, that must suck. Anyway, Henry, nice to meet you- ahhh!!" he started draining your mana on accident again and you pulled away.

"Sorry..."

"It's fine, Henry; I forgot about your little quirk," you reassured him with a wave of the hand.

"You're... really... pretty. Too... pretty... to... be... dating the... Captain," Henry remarked, making you snicker.

"Well, thank you, Henry! Yeah, you probably couldn't picture him and I together, if I'm being honest. I guess I just have a thing for oblivious brutes," you giggled, making him smile in return. "Anyway, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell Captain Yami about my impromptu appearance; he doesn't want me hanging around you guys. Somethin' about 'putting me in danger'? As if I could be put in danger," you remarked rather confidently. "I'm not really the type to submit to his wishes all that easily, but he seemed pretty serious about keeping our relationship under wraps. If you don't mind me, I'll be on my merry way-"

"Wait...! The... others... are... supposed to be... back... soon! You'll... get... caught... if you... don't... hide!" Henry warned you suddenly.

"H-Huh? Really?!" you asked him, already freaking out.

As if on cue, you could hear several voices chattering from the other side of the door, and you looked around in panic, trying to find a hiding spot. Henry was blocking the hallway, and if you got too close to him, you'd probably faint on the spot. You tried to hide behind the bar, only for the door to literally break down as the rowdy Black Bulls made their way home. You knew they were loud, but you didn't know that they were the type to break down doors! At the sight of the bunch, you instinctively froze up in fear, akin to a deer in headlights. You ducked for the nearest couch, hoping that they'd choose to go in the opposite direction.

"Did you guys see the way I took that guy down?! It was awesome! I totally surpassed my limits out there!!" A rather enthusiastic, short boy said to the others. That must've been Asta: the anti-magic user.

"You were pretty good out there--not that I'm complimenting you or anything! I'm still royalty compared to you," a similarly short girl with silver hair said. Based on how she was jabbing the boy with her words, that was probably Noelle.

"Just you wait, Asta--I'm gonna get stronger than you!" another guy with a mohawk and glasses said. Magna, if you weren't mistaken.

"I'd like to see you try to get stronger than him! If you do, then I'll spar with you until I get even stronger!" a blonde boy with a psychopathic smile quipped. Luck.

"Just don't go around breaking shit, okay, you numbskulls?" your oh-so handsome boyfriend Yami Sukehiro sighed. "We don't have the money to keep repairing the damage you guys cause."

"I'm going to go worship my sister, Marie," a guy with an apparent sister complex said: Gauche, to be precise.

"What a weirdo," you said to yourself. A few of their heads turned in the direction of your voice, and you hid your entire body behind the couch.

"What was that?"

"Whatever it was, it was telling the truth."

"If you boys don't mind, I'm gonna go have a drink at the bar!" a female voice said, her words already slurred.

"Aren't you already drunk, Vanessa?" another guy asked the witch.

"What's one more drink, Finral? You should come join me!" she replied. You quickly realized you were in deep shit when you remembered that the couch you were hiding behind was right next to the bar.

Well, this is the end, you thought. There was no way you could hide from these guys now. Even if you tried to make a run for it, your boyfriend was right there, and he'd probably teach you a lesson!!

You braced yourself for when the witch, Vanessa, would see you... which was right at that moment. "Umm, guys? Why is there a stranger hiding behind our couch?"

Your eyes shot open in fear, and you looked up at the girl, your face red with embarrassment. "Vanessa, what are you talking about? Are you seriously seeing things?- Oh, hubba, hubba!" the guy named Finral said once he saw you. "If I knew that cute girls would be sneaking into our hideout, I'd leave the door unlocked more often!"

One by one, all the Black Bulls clamored around the couch, wondering who, exactly, the two were talking about. They were all in wonder until Yami came over. Oh, how you dreaded this from the moment you walked in...

"(Y/N)--what the hell are you doing in my base?!" said boyfriend asked, making you flinch with how loudly he asked that question.

"Heh... hi, Suke," you said quietly, only for the man to pick you up by the scruff of your collar and make you stand up.

"Wait, do you actually know that girl, Captain Yami?" Finral asked the man.

"He sure does..." you said meekly.

"Yeah, I do," he sighed. He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "Great, this is just what I needed: my Bulls slobbering all over my girlfriend..."

"Did you just say GIRLFRIEND?!" all of them asked in unison.

"I guess there's no time like the present," the man finally relented. Yami stopped pinching his nose and instead wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you next to him. "Everyone, this is my girlfriend of four months."

"GIRLFRIEND OF FOUR MONTHS?!"

"I didn't even know a woman could stand to be in your presence, let alone for that amount of time!" Noelle exclaimed.

"So, you mean to tell me that you bagged a babe like her?! Captain, you need to give me your secrets!!!" Finral said, practically on the verge of losing it at this revelation.

"Don't call my girlfriend a babe, pipsqueak!"

"THIS IS SO COOL!! SO YOU MEAN TO TELL US THAT YOU WEREN'T LYING ABOUT HAVING A GIRLFRIEND ALL THIS TIME?!" Asta exclaimed, his voice drowning out everyone else's questions. "PLEASED TO MAKE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE, MA'AM--MY NAME IS ASTA AND I'M FROM HAGE VILLAGE, AND YOU ARE VERY BEAUTIFUL!!"

"Stop yelling in my girlfriend's ear, are you trying to make her go deaf?!" Yami asked Asta before grabbing his lips and shutting him up forcefully.

"Would you like to spar with me?!" Luck asked, way too enthusiastically for his own good.

"How about a drink?" Vanessa asked.

"A nice, warm meal would be a great welcome for her!" Charmy proposed.

"I don't care if you're Yami's girlfriend: if you touch my sister Marie, I'll kick your ass," Gauche threatened you directly.

"Creep..." Yami muttered. "For the love of the Wizard King, all of you get off of her and stop harassing her with all your questions!!" he barked, now pissed off at the situation.

"Yes, Captain Yami, sir," all of them said, piping down finally.

"This is exactly why I didn't introduce her to all of you; none of you know how to act properly!" Yami yelled again, this time gritting his teeth in anger. You could tell he was getting riled up, so you put your hand on his chest and silently told him to calm down. His frustrated expression settled down to a simple frown, and he offered you a tiny smile. "Sorry, princess."

"I've never seen someone rein him in so easily," one of the bulls remarked in wonder.

"It's clear that Yami appreciates this woman and that we should treat her with the same respect with which we'd treat one of our own," Gordon whispered. Everyone still side-eyed him for how quiet he was being.

Yami took a deep breath and faced his subordinates again. "Anyway, this is my girlfriend of 4 months: (Y/N) (L/N). I expect all of you to treat her with the same respect you'd treat me, just as Gordon said." Everyone nodded, and for once he didn't feel like bashing their heads in.

"Captain Yami, if you don't mind me asking: how come we haven't met her before if she's so important to you?" one of them asked this time.

"Because, if I introduced her to all of you, one of you would blabber your mouths, and then word would get out that I had a girlfriend. That would put her in some serious danger, considering how many foes we face and enemies we have," Yami explained--and quite calmly at that. "And I like keeping my personal life separate from my life as Captain. I don't want the two to intermingle, even if both lives are equally important to me."

"I guess that makes sense..."

You decided that it was your turn to speak: "truth be told, Suke's always been so overprotective of me. He thinks I'm some delicate little flower who needs to be guarded at all costs, even if I'm a stage 0 mage. It's honestly ironic, considering how his type is strong women," you added with a giggle.

"Well, I can't let you get hurt because of me, princess," he said to you quietly. "Even if you are strong, there's always the chance that someone might go looking for you."

"Look at him, he's so protective of her! It's honestly kinda cute," Vanessa remarked, taking another sip of her drink. Yami merely glared at her before looking at all of them again.

"How come she found out about the base if you're so protective of her? Isn't its location supposed to be private?"

This was a question meant for you, it seemed, even if it was directed at Yami. "Well... your horse and buggy's a little quick to give up information if you're pretty enough," you giggled mischievously, playing with your hair as if you were innocent.

"Finral!" Yami said through gritted teeth.

"I-I just figured she was curious!" the boy said, trembling at the possibility of being punished by their Captain.

"I guess I just have my ways," you giggled again. "I couldn't stay away from my boyfriend for too long, not when I have needs!" you shot a wink at Yami, and all he could do was blush in place.

"I don't even wanna know what those needs are..."

"Don't speak of such things around my sister, Marie," Gauche quipped, making you furrow your brow.

"She's not even here--that's a picture you're holding!!"

"She's here in spirit."

"Stop starting fights when we have guests," Noelle interjected, being the voice of reason for once. She then decided to ask you a question. "So, I simply have to know: what possessed you to date the man for four months? From what I've seen, he's not the most perceptive man out there!"

"Noelle, you can't just say that about our captain in front of his girlfriend!" Asta said to Noelle.

She huffed in response. "As if you'd be any better!!"

"Slander my name to her like that and I'll kill both of you," Yami threatened them, making them both jump.

"But I didn't even do anything wrong!" Asta whined defensively.

"To be honest," you started, making everyone look at you again. "I was the one who initially had a crush on him. I know he's not everyone's type, but he sure is mine. Anyway, it was kinda hard getting him to notice my feelings for him. In the end, all it took was for me to simply confess my feelings for him and hope that he'd reciprocate them! And Suke may not look like the boyfriend type, but he's actually the most caring and considerate man I've ever met; he just doesn't show any of you that side... At least, not as forwardly as he does to to me."

Noelle thought about your words, and she couldn't exactly do anything but take your word for it. "If you say so... But, I still just don't get it! You're so... pink, and he's so... whatever he is!"

"Well, everyone has their type," you shrugged.

"But, how do you deal with his bowel issues?"

"Noelle!"

You couldn't help but giggle at her question. "By buying extra toilet paper, of course!"

"(Y/N)..." Yami trailed off, embarrassed by the topic. "All of you: bowel issues are no laughing matter! I go through battles every single day in that room."

"Yeah, we know."

After the Black Bulls laughed at your little statements, he decided to move on to the next part: "alright, enough of a Q&A session. Since you came all this way, I'd imagine you'd be staying over for dinner?"

Your stomach growled in response to his question. "Oh, yes, please. I'm starving--this place is so far from the nearest town!"

"Not to worry, my fair lady!" Charmy suddenly said, standing up on the table. "Chef Charmy here will cook up an amazing feast to welcome you to our humble abode!"

You looked at Charmy and then at Yami. "Can the half-dwarf really do that--cook well?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised. Her food is rich with mana."

"Fear not," Charmy repeated, "for you deserve a proper Black Bull welcome!"

Just as Yami promised you: Charmy cooked up a feast fit for several kings from far away lands and then some. Her cotton magic combined with her food magic made for plenty of meals and dishes to go around, and, although simplistic in their nature, each meal left you wanting more.

You were, of course, seated beside your boyfriend Yami (you were almost touching him), and the pink-haired witch, Vanessa, decided to sit on the other side. "You simply must try this drink, (Y/N)!"

"Oh, I don't drink much, but thanks for the offer," you said. Your efforts were in vain, seeing as she had already filled your cup.

"Don't overdo it, princess. I don't want you stumbling about the place. Y'know, since you can't really handle your liquor," Yami warned you.

"I'll try not to, Suke."

After filling up your cup, Vanessa decided to ask you a boatload of questions, as did all the other Black Bulls. Asta asked you about your family back at home; Vanessa asked you about your relationship; Luck asked you about your fighting skills; Gordon asked if he could be your friend (and make a doll that resembled you?); etc. All the other Bulls asked you unique questions that were different according to their personalities and interests, and you were happily to answer all of them. It wasn't everyday that you got to talk about your wonderful relationship!

As the night settled down, though, a certain personal question was asked by a certain witch who was to your right. "So, (Y/N), I hope you don't mind me asking you this, but... are you happy in your relationship?" It was on brand for the witch, considering that she liked to talk about relationships and was also quite drunk.

"Vanessa, don't ask those kinds of questions," Yami warned the witch. "You've just met her-"

You answered it, though, regardless of how personal it was. Maybe it was the alcohol that opened you up more, but you gave her a smile and said: "more than you could imagine, Vanessa. Suke makes me happy in ways I cannot imagine. Brash as he might be, he still cares for me, and I can see that he also cares about the lot of you in his own special way. You're his family, after all; I'm just the lucky girl who he chose to open up to." It was more than you intended to say, but it got the point across pretty well. You took another sip of your drink, unaware of the way that they looked at you.

"Wow, that's... I sure am glad that you're happy!" Vanessa exclaimed, throwing her arm around your shoulder (and almost falling out of her chair).

"We all are, (Y/N)," Noelle also said with a slight smile.

"We might've just met you, but if you're a friend of Captain Yami's, then you're a friend of ours!" Asta exclaimed.

"I hope we can be great friends," Gordon whispered.

With each praise, each remark of approval, you couldn't help but smile at them. Truth be told, you'd been longing for a group of people who you could call home. Much like Noelle, you, too, had been shunned by your family for reasons you couldn't explain. Yami had been your lighthouse, your guiding rock all this time, but the idea that there was a whole other group out there who you could lean on for support kept your spirits up.

You might've just met them, but you already felt at home.

"Welcome to the fold, kid," Yami muttered into your ear before kissing the skin behind it.

Now that dinner was all cleaned up and over with, the two of you retired to Yami's bedroom. He shut the door behind him quietly, breathing a sigh of relief. "(Y/N), you have no idea the heart attack you almost gave me back there." Although he let the stoic mask drop and be replaced by the softness that he showed you, he still couldn't help but scold you. "Seriously--I wasn't prepared to introduce you to all of them."

"I didn't mean to surprise you like that, I just... look, I planned on sneaking in and going to your room and surprising you there. I wanted to see you--you've been so busy these past few weeks! I really didn't mean to meet them so early," you said, taking your earrings off and putting them on the nightstand.

Yami took the opportunity to sneak behind you and wrap his arms around your body. "I know I've been busy, princess; I would've snuck you in if you asked me to, though."

"I was impatient, Suke. You know how long those letters take to deliver; I wanted to see you today."

He didn't scold you; rather, he chuckled deeply and pressed his lips to the top of your head. "Well, aren't you an impatient princess?"

"You gave me that title, Sukehiro," you quipped, making him chuckle again.

"I guess I did."

After a few moments of silence, and after you'd taken your jewelry off, he took the opportunity to hug you tighter and let his lips travel down your neck. "Well, since you're here... I might as well get that loving in, hmm?"

"You might as well," you quipped. You stopped talking, instead letting him kiss your neck and your shoulder. You were so small in his arms--like a goddamn kitten! Even though you were strong, confident & fierce in your daily life, when you were with your beloved, you were like putty in his big hands, reduced to mush in a matter of moments.

"Good god, woman, I've missed you," he growled, letting his big hand trail up your shirt. "You have no idea how hard it was to resist the urge to just drop everything and come running to you."

"That's no way for a Magic Knight Captain to behave," you teased him, making him spank your ass out of annoyance.

"I know, princess." He went back to kissing your exposed shoulder and decided to take it a step further. "Turn around for me, baby," he rasped into your ear. You obliged happily, turning around to face your boyfriend. "That's more like it," he said, cracking a smile before attacking your lips. His chapped, rough lips kissed your much softer & sweeter ones, his tongue intermingling with yours and tasting the sweetness of your mouth. "Missed this... the way your lips taste," he whispered, angling your head so he could kiss you deeper.

"Missed yours, too," you murmured to which he raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't you say I smelled like cigarettes and beer?"

"That was before I made you quit all that shit. Now, shut up and kiss me," you said before diving in again.

"As you wish." He spun you guys around so that he was sitting on the bed and you were in between his legs. "What're you standing there for? Sit on my lap, sweetheart." You happily obliged and straddled his hips, letting the man pull you in for another deep, passionate kiss. His wandering hands trailed up and down your sides until he finally decided to peel off your shirt.

"Suke, it's cold," you whined.

"Then lemme heat you up," he rasped, continuing to let his hands run amok. Every time he got his hands on your soft, supple skin, he felt his heart skip a beat. You were just so goddamn perfect for him--you were like an angel, sent to keep him tamed. He trailed kisses down your neck and to your chest, kissing and biting at the soft fat of your breasts. "Mind if I take this thing off?" he asked, sticking a finger underneath the clasp of your bra.

"Only if you take this off," you quipped, peeling your boyfriend's tank top off, giving you access to those sweet muscles that you were so incredibly attracted to.

"Like what you see?" he rumbled with a cocky grin on his face.

"More than you could imagine," you giggled, pushing him back onto the bed and earning a spank from the brute's big hand.

"Come here and give your man some loving, hmm? He's missed having you in his bed."

You promptly requested a change of squad the next day. The Crimson Lion Kings would understand.

Bσɳυʂ ʂƈҽɳҽ: Nαƈԋƚ Fαυʂƚ! ⋆♱✮♱⋆

"So, this is the girlfriend I've been hearing so much about, Captain Yami?" the man, who was his vice-captain, asked him. It was a rare occurrence for him to leave the shadow realm and go back to HQ, but when he heard that his old friend of so many years had gotten himself a girlfriend, he couldn't resist the urge to meet you. His eyes flickered from Yami to you, and you felt like they were staring into your soul.

"Yeah, this is her: (Y/N), (L/N). Try not to scare her off and say anything bad about me, 'kay?" Yami asked of the young man.

Nacht offered you a smile and even outstretched his hand from his coat. "Pleased to meet you, my name is Nacht Faust. I was wondering when Captain Yami would find someone who'd put up with his antics," he said, surprisingly friendly for how reserved he seemed.

"Do I really have that kinda reputation?!"

"Yes, you do."

"Um... nice to meet you as well," you replied, unsure if you should be scared of him or be glad he was so friendly.

"Anyway, I should get going. I can't exactly stand to be around your boyfriend for so long," he said in that eerily calm voice before slinking back into a shadow. "It was nice to meet you again!"

"Yeah, it was..." you trailed off as the man disappeared into the shadowy side of that wall. "Is he always like that?"

"He's usually worse," Yami sighed. "Anyway, let's go back to bed. I'm tired."

"But it's 3 pm!" you protested. He merely scoffed and threw you over his shoulder. "Hey, put me down!!"

"Does it look like I care? I'll cuddle my girlfriend anytime of the day I want."

#yami sukehiro #yami sukehiro x reader #yami sukehiro smut #black clover x y/n #black clover x reader #black clover smut #black clover fandom #black clover #finral roulacase #vanessa enoteca #asta black clover #luck voltia #magna swing #gauche adlai #gordon agrippa #noelle silva #charmy pappitson #nacht faust

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thesacredfanfics · 5 months ago

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pov: you are hiding under the table and Yami sits in front of you

#I am a thighs lover first and a person second #black clover #yami sukehiro #yami black clover #black clover yami #suggestive #yami smut #yami sukehiro smut #I know it's not a written smut but just a smutty thought... but I need to tag this also for my blog so I can look it up when I need #it's thick thighs tuesday

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nanivinsmoke · 1 year ago

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WAIT!

IMMA START SOMETHING NEW ON ANITUMBLR

DICK ME DOWN DECEMBER !!! just a bunch of scenarios where readers are getting dicked down by their faves!

#nami #one piece #one piece brook #sanjionepiece #one piece zoro #jojo smut #anime smut #gojo smut #jotaro kujo #jojo’s bizzare adventure #dilf toji #toji smut #geto smut #geto x black y/n #geto x reader #erza x reader #yami sukehiro smut

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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 1 year ago

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Because Kinktober is also here...

Summary: Werewolf!Yami is in a rut right before the full moon, but it also makes him strangely emotional and want for affirmation, as well as gives rise to some feelings of jealousy Pairing: Werewolf!Yami x f!reader (at 1st person pov) Genre: Smut Length: ~2,0k Content tags: Werewolf!Yami (wolf ears, tail, canines and claws mentioned, but no full transformation), established relationship, Yami is jealous and kinda territorial (you're mine -thematic because he doesn't want to lose reader; does also says "you're mine"), rut with emotional sex, slight breeding kink, mentions of bodily fluids (cum), a little bit of nibbling/biting and claws lightly scraping, mention of knotting, clothes are ripped off, reader calls Yami a "good boy", romantic sex (?), Yami has a big one okay (so gotta take some time with adjusting), aftercare (I think that's all the content tags

Most people think that werewolves only turn during full moon, without it having any effect on the days around the precise day of the lunar phenomenon. But it does. One just doesn’t realize it until they start living with a werewolf.

And tomorrow… tomorrow would be the full moon.

I don’t have to look into the calendar to know.

Not because Yami has that look in his eyes as he paces around the room. His eyes are shifting around, and he struggles to stay still. Like he was a wolf in a cage. A cage of his own emotions and needs and lust…

So, as I return to the office, and sit by my desk, I can already here him behind me.

His steps are heavy, but careful. Deliberate, but hesitant. And his breathing, almost as if a growl, is low and heavy.

There’s something about it that makes me smirk to myself. Perhaps it’s the fact that when he’s in a rut, the drive, the desire, the yearn for me is so much stronger. It looks like… almost looks like, he’d be in pain if he couldn’t bury his nose into the crook of my neck and breathe in my scent, while pressing his body so close to me. Skin to skin, his scent all over me, to mark me, to make sure that everyone around knows that I am his and his alone.

That no one else can touch me like he can. Like he may.

Even now, I can feel his hands on my shoulders.

The way he places them there is slow and gentle, but the muscles around his palms, his fingers, are tense. They’re tense, but he doesn’t press down onto me. He just keeps them tense. But what I can feel, is the way his finger nails extend into claws. Not quite as large as they’ll be tomorrow, but claws nonetheless. Just over my clothes. The tips barely gracing my skin.

He presses his head against mine, and I can feel the transformation of his ears… into those of a wolf. Canines and a tail would soon follow with this half-transformation.

“Baby…” he whispers against my neck while nuzzling into the crook of it. “Please…” he breathes in with a savouring hum. “I need you...” he breathes in again, “now…”

I love the way he says that he needs me, because it doesn’t sound like he’d only need my body, because he doesn’t. He needs me. All of me. It’s the affection and affirmation that he seeks. The love, has mixed together with lust.

“Mhm,” I him while reaching behind me to sink my fingers into his hair, and I turn my head, so that I can whisper into his ears that get so, very, sensitive when he’s in a rut. “I need you too,” I whisper, I tell, I tease him. It’s a tease because of the way my breathing tickles his ears, and makes him let out a slow growl under his breath as the sensation travels from his ears along his spine, down… and down.. and … down…

His strong arms wrap around me. Muscles tense. The movement is swift, yet careful.

And I am on the bed. Pressed against sheets that smell like the both of us.

But it’s not enough for him, I know.

The way he tugs on my clothes is nearly desperate.

It must be difficult with the claw like nails, so I help him. He tugs and yanks the clothes, but I undo the buttons and buckles. But he’s not careful with his own clothes.

Those he has no qualms about. So he tears and rips, as well as tugs and yanks.

“Here,” he hands his shirt to me, because he wants me to wear something of his, so that his scent would stay to linger on me.

In a way it’s really touching.

He is touching, even if he’s in a rut. Even if he has that gaze that now doesn’t shift away from me, even for a second, because he needs to see me. He needs to see that I’m alright and enjoying myself.

My smile brings him comfort, I know. And the laughs, the little giggles that leave me, make his tail wiggle.

I swear he’s just so adorable.

So, I do as he asks me, and I put his shirt on, but leave it pulled up, so that the tank top is gathered over my breasts as he lays me down.

“You’re doing so well… honey…” he praises me as his eyes look up and down at me, as if drinking in the sight that is under him, as he hovers over me.

He lowers down, and his lips latch onto my neck again, placing hungry, starving kisses on the tender flesh, as his canines ever so lightly scrape over it, making me shiver.

“So good,” he murmurs against my skin with a hushed tone as he presses his naked body against my, barely, naked body, clothed only with hit tank top, pulled all the way up over my breasts.

I wrap my arms around him, pressing my fingers into the skin of his muscular back, and feel all his muscles tense from anticipation.

He rubs his length against my thigh. His already hard, thick, long, cock that is oozing precum that coats my skin.

“I need to…” he mumbles, more to himself than to me.

He places his hand onto my hip, and shifts over me, as if trying to ease himself. His hand travels over my stomach, to my thigh… over my thigh, to my crotch. His claws scrape the sheets as he pressed the shaft of his finger against my clit and folds, rubbing them. Coating his digits with my juices.

“So good…” he mumbles again as his nose is still lodged into the crook of my neck.

I place my hand onto his cheek, and whisper into his ear “good boy…” making his tail wag again.

He growls.

His body grows warmer. Warmer. Almost hot.

“Can I..?” He asks through heavy, needy breaths.

“Yes,” I tell him as I smile.

And as soon as I do, he props himself up, lining his cock with my entrance.

His eyes are locked onto the tip of his cock, as he starts pushing in.

Just the tip first. Just the tip, but it’s enough to push my walls apart.

“You’re taking me so well…” he praises again.

“More…” I utter.

And he does… he pushes in more, growling under his breath as he does. In such a agonizingly slow pace, pushing my walls apart even further. I can feel every groove, every vein on his throbbing length as he keeps pushing, twitching inside of me.

“So well…” he whispers.

“So good…” I half moan, half whisper.

The tip reaches its destination, and he’s buried in me as deep as he can. But he doesn’t move, not yet.

“You ready for me baby?” He asks, as if he wasn’t in me already. But with him there’s a difference between him being in there, and me being ready for him to move.

“Gimme a minute,” I breathe as I try to adjust to him.

He leans forward, slowly and carefully while supporting himself with his arms. His head is next to mine, over mine, forehead against mine.

I trace my finger over his ear and feel him twitching inside of me.

He breathes in, and a low, baritone hum leaves him. Softer than a growl, but something that is aching to it.

“You can move,” I tell him, while fiddling with the tip of his ear.

And he does.

Slowly. And carefully.

Making sure that he’s stretching me up as he does, while letting out a small grunt every time he pushes in, as if struggling to restrain himself, not give in to lust and need and want and-, his emotions.

“That’s good,” I praise him with a smile on my face.

And he looks at me. His eyes never leave me. Because it’s important to him to see that I am enjoying what he does. That he hears me tell him that I like what he does.

“A little harder…” I breathe while closing my eyes, focusing on the sensation.

And he does. A little faster. Heavier. Skin slaps against skin as he repositions himself just a bit.

His breathing grow more ragged, heavier, even heavier with each thrusts, just as his pace.

A little faster.

Every time I gasp and moan, he dares to go a little deeper, little harder.

Until I scream out his name, and he pushes forward with his hips, practically doubling me under him, and begins to pound into me with an animalistic drive.

My walls clench around him. His thick, oozing cock as he just pounds into me while breathing next to my ear.

“Look at you taking me so well,” he praises again.

“So-, gooood!” I encourage him.

He tenses over me. Eyes still glancing to me even if his head is next to mine.

His hand takes a hold of my hip, fingers digging into my skin, with his claws barely managing to keep off and occasionally gracing my skin without breaking it.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, as he continues to pound into me.

Hard. Fast, and I can’t-, think as he’ss…

Drool runs down the side of my face.

He growls next to my ear.

His cock twitches inside of me.

And I throw my head back while biting my molars.

My walls clench even tighter, as if trying to suck him in, keep him there and just-

A wave of warmth washes over me as my eyes roll back and a wide smile finds its home on my lips.

But his throbbing cock bulges as it forms a knot, lodging itself inside of me.

“I’m going to fill you up real good…” he murmurs with that low tone of his right next to my ear, sending vibrations down my spine. “Mine…” he utters, because he can’t bear the idea of someone else gazing upon me like he does.

“Mine…” he repeats as he continues to place tender kisses onto my neck, while running his tongue over the tender spots.

“Yours…” I smile with faint amusement while running my hand up and down his back. “And you’re mine,” I tell him while playing with his ear with my other hand.

His tail wags again and his arm wraps around me the best it can as he pulls out.

I can feel some of his cum spilling out, but I don’t mind.

He keeps a hold of me as he rolls onto his side, next to me and pulls me close. His heart is pounding in his chest, and his ears are to me, attentive but relaxed. And he takes a deep breath, breathing in my scent as much as he can.

“Tell me…” he utters with barely a whisper, because he almost doesn’t want to say it. But he wants to hear it more than he doesn’t want to ask for it.

“I love you,” I tell him. “You’re gentle and kind… and I love you,” the affirmation he wants to hear, because it’s also this time of the lunar cycle when his insecurities of not being good enough are the strongest.

He wants to be his best self for both himself and myself, but he fears that a day will come when his best won’t be good enough for me. He fears it, because he doesn’t want to lose me. He wants me to want him, and be his.

He wants me to want him.

Which I do, I do, I do.

I do want him.

Which is why I bury my face into the crook of his neck and breathe in his scent.

“I love you,” I tell him again before placing a kiss onto his skin.

His hold of me grows stronger, sturdier… More secure. But his breathing grows more relaxed and it seems, in a strange way, how his being relaxes.

There is comfort in my affirmations to him, which makes both of us smile.

#black clover fanfiction #black clover smut #yami x reader #yami sukehiro x reader #yami sukehiro smut #black clover x reader

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