nai2fly

[nai2fly]

~ 09.10 - Michael ~

Dom!reader x sub!michael - reader is gender neutral

Warning: thigh riding, dubcon (becomes consensual), dacryphilia, mind break, sub space, virgin Michael, corruption kink, slight hierophilia, public sex..?, a bit exhibitionist, teasing, kissing, making out, mentioned kidnapping, Michael cries a lot just saying, this is a little sad in the middle

~ Wordcount: 6.2k ~

Nini!rant: requested by @rae-pss - inspired by his evolution date, I SPEND TOO LONG ON THE PREMISE

Kinktober list 2024

It’s been a few days now that you’ve been brought to heaven by Raphael. He did promise you he’ll kidnap you one day, what you didn’t expect was for that ‘someday’ to happen this soon. As to how that happened? Well, the sky was clear that day, so much that he could see your silhouette from the edge of heaven. Leading to him darting down like a hawk who found its prey, and holding you between his arms before flying off again.

You didn’t even have time to yell or reach out to your companions, who were dumbfounded to the point of being frozen in place. It must have looked pretty stupid after all. Once you were brought to heaven, Raphael looked at you expectantly, as if waiting for a treat. “I’m not going to call you 'good boy', Rara, you kidnapped me.” You brushed him off, then sighed and asked, “I can’t go back down, huh?” He nodded his head. “As expected, fine, then show me around here.” This was a reaction he didn’t expect, why did you sound so done with everything—

The next few hours were spent with the little angel showing you around all excited, though he tried his hardest to not wag his tail. You followed closely, looking around this unfamiliar place. There weren’t any kind of fun things or shops in heaven, only houses for residents. It looked pretty depressing, especially because everything was rid of colors and purely white. When he asked if heaven ain’t better than hell or earth, you didn’t have the heart to answer honestly.

Soon you reached the last destination, his own place, where he would spend his nights. That’s when you found out all the seraphim’s sleep together, on the floor, with a thin cushion only. Compared to the devils, angels must have been real minimalists. To Raphael's dismay, Gabriel and Michael were also inside the building. You met Gabriel in the prayer room, where you almost got blinded by his halo. When your kidnapper saw him, he quickly tried to rush you out of the room, but Gabriel still noticed your presence.

“You brought Solomon’s descendant here? Why?” He shot you a glare, ready to put his scythe to use. You stared back all disgusted. “Don’t you dare, Gabriel. They belong to me.” He scoffed, and stood between you and the once-praying angel, to hide your form from his piercing gaze. The two of them were fighting like cats and dogs, basically not paying any attention to you anymore.

Which is why you took that opportunity to sneak away, tender steps as you backed out of the room. You aimlessly walked around their residence, exploring this new world, starting to pity their mundane lives. If you were to spend centuries in this boring place, where everything was white and monotone, you'd become a feral beast as well and probably lose your mind.

Like a miracle, you found something colorful, amid this white paradise. Carefully you stepped out of the building, into what seemed to be the garden. With a gentle swipe of your hand, you opened and closed the door, looking around to get familiar with your surroundings. There were flowers, everywhere, so many that it looked like straight out of a painting. It was simply beautiful. By the looks of it, this could be the garden of Eve that’s so infamous on earth, for this was a scenery so magnificent you didn’t anticipate it.

Heck, it looked a little out of place even, for so many colors to exist on this plain canvas that’s called heaven, as if god dropped a bucket of paint over this secret place. Slowly, you walked along the path to the huge apple tree in the middle. In front of it was a white pavilion, underneath it was a table with six chairs, but two of them had been stacked and pushed to the side.

“Beautiful…” you whispered breathlessly, eyes sparkling with admiration. There were so many kinds of flowers you’d expect the smell to be intense and intoxicating, but it wasn’t. This defied all logic, though you were kind of getting used to it by now. Only if you squeezed your eyes shut and focused solely on the smell, could you feel a sweet scent reach your nose, a scent you couldn’t quite describe. You tried to identify the smell and concentrated really hard, but to your surprise, you noticed a hint of sadness in the undertone of the scent.

Startled, you looked around, wondering if you were going crazy. Then you heard water flowing, no, to be more specific, someone watering the flowers. With even quieter steps, you approached the source of the noise and caught a glimpse of a figure with black hair. It must be Michael, you thought, and wanted to turn around and quickly leave before he tries to kill you, if not for him who mumbled, “Don’t run.” You froze in place, he didn’t even look up from the flowers, still tending to them.

You waited until he was done, nervously sweating as you clenched your hands. He wouldn’t kill you here, right? “Are you going to kill me?” Look at you, so bold, taking the initiative like this. Michael frowned, “Not here, I don’t want your filthy blood getting on my flowers.” So you were correct, Michael was the one who took care of those plants. “Ah.., ermm, understandable, those flowers are very pretty.”

The angel still had that distinct scorn on his face and a breath of arrogance, but he was beautiful nonetheless. His black hair stood out among all the colors, and the feathers of his wing that fluttered softly in the wind, as well as his right cheek which still hasn’t stopped crying. “Obviously they'd be pretty, I’m personally tending to them. Now get out, you are lucky I’m busy.” He walked past you, shoving you to the side and almost making you fall into the flowerbed, before filling up the watering can.

You stared at him emptily, then walked to the pavilion and sat down on one of the chairs, leaning back and watching him. “What do you think you are doing?” Michael then groaned, shooting you a furious look. “I’m looking at the flowers," You answered defiantly. “I thought I told you to get out—”

“Y/n!” Raphael’s voice rang through the garden, and he ran, almost tripping over Michael who was hovering near the entrance. “Urgh- don’t stand in my way, Michael.” When the black-haired angel heard that, he flared up, and his wing also flapped around very quickly, “Bloody hell Raphael, I was here first.” Quickly you stumbled across the yard and stopped the fight from escalating, grabbing the arm of the red angel, “Don’t fight, don’t fight, I’m here Rara. So, where did you want to take me?”

Raphael gave the other angel a final glare, before turning to you, "I haven't shown you your bedroom yet, come." Afterward, he walked away without looking back, holding your hand in his. Your gaze lingered on Michael for a while, longer than intended, before eventually turning around and following the much too enthusiastic boy.

That was your first day in heaven, and the days that followed weren’t all that different. It has become your daily routine to come to the garden, every single day. You were simply infatuated by the exotic flowers, and frankly, because you were curious about Michael. Why was he so dead on taking care of these flowers? Did he like pretty things, or was this simply his hobby? Every day, without fail, you’d bring some snacks and drinks with you and enjoy them under the pretty pavilion. Sometimes, more often than not, you’d be accompanied by Raphael as well.

Michael didn’t like that one bit, but since this garden belonged to all three seraphim’s, he couldn’t forbid Raphael from entering. Whenever you two spend time chatting and eating, he’d try to ignore you. Yet he couldn’t help but steal the occasional glances at the two of you being all lovely dovely. If you were to meet his face during these moments, he'd have an expression of pure disgust on his face, though he would never look away. Sometimes he also stares with an expression that wasn't disgust, it was something you couldn't put your finger on.

Particularly so when you’d pat and stroke Raphael on the head, hug him goodbye, or have him lay his head on your lap while you laugh all carefree. There was something about it, that seemed way too familiar, so intimate that it made him reminisce.

Back to the present, this time you came to the garden alone, which was rare, but not unusual. Michael hovered on the ground, the watering can placed next to him, he found it to be insane how used he’s gotten to your presence. Normally, he'd immediately luge for you and try to murder you, but now he's tolerating you for the sake of Raphael. You walked up to the angel, squatting, looking at the same batch of flowers he was looking at. He frowned at you for a split second, before turning his gaze back to the flowers.

“They are pretty, what’s their name?” You eventually asked, after admiring them for a good second. The flower had a pure white color, it hung from the thin stem, looking like multiple little bells. Michael stayed quiet for a moment, a gentle breeze running through his silky long hair, making them fly up a little. His soft feathers moved gently, proof of how soft they must be, you felt an impulse to reach out and touch them. He pondered over if he wanted to talk to the likes of you, then answered, “Lily of the valley.”

After hearing his answer, your eyes widened, you didn’t expect him to actually reply to you, and so calmly as well, it almost made you flustered. Wanting to continue the conversation, you quickly chirped, “Ah- it’s a pretty name.. erm, do these flowers have a meaning?” His head hung low when you voiced that question, the scent of sadness tickled your nose again.

Since you’ve spend so much time in the garden, you’ve come to understand it was the scent of Michael, who cried all the time. He debated with himself whether or not he should tell you, it was a little too intimate to tell strangers after all, yet there was something about you that made him feel weirdly at ease, and he whispered almost inaudibly, “They remind me of someone.” You didn’t need to ask twice to understand who he meant, instead, you chuckled. The boy grabbed your collar with an angry expression, and snapped, “What are you laughing at?”

You didn’t resist and explained, “Nothing, I’m not making fun of you. It was a bittersweet laugh.” Michael hesitated, the hand clutching your collar trembled slightly. “What do you mean.” He demanded, not even really asking. “It’s just… there’s someone I know who also plants flowers to remember his loved ones.” His grip loosened, and he pulled his hand back, you could swear you noticed his tears flow a little faster. “I think I know the name of the flower as well, it was— gardenia.”

He was a smart man, even if you beat around the bush he was fully aware of the person you meant. Seeing as you got him on your hook, it was time to spill the tea, just for the drama effect. You weren't sure where you were going with this, though you've always wanted to help these forsaken brothers, even if just a little, “but you know, he was a clumsy man. Even though he was the one who told me the name of the flower, he'd mistakenly call the flower ‘Michael’. What a silly man.”

Suddenly Michael darted towards you, tripping you over. You tried your best to not damage any of the plants around you, hands kept to your chest as the male got on top of you, pinning your head between his arms. Your head luckily didn't hit the stone floor, though his weight was a little uncomfortable. That's when you heard him scream, “Stop… acting like him..!”

“Hu-huh..?” The confusion was undeniable in your tone, and you tried to look at the man who was hovering over you. His hair blocked your sight, tickled your skin, and then wet droplets splashed onto your face. Were these... tears? Ah, probably from his- hold up, he was crying with both eyes. You gawked, surprised by his vulnerable emotional state. Guess angels were only neglected children after all. Gently, you brushed his hair to the side, seeing his eyes become watery and spilling hot tears.

Contrary to what you expected, he didn't deny your touch but instead leaned into it. His voice was quivering ever so little as he stated, “You knew from the start, didn’t you? So why.. why did you.. you and Raphael, you two..” his sobbing increased, blurring his sight with his tears. In the end, he stopped pinning you to the ground and straddled your lap.

With lingering doubts, you sat up, watching him wipe his tears with his now equally wet sleeves. You didn't know what came over you when you whispered subconsciously, “Beautiful.” It was what you thought at that moment, your most honest feelings. He stopped for a moment to look at you, then smiled bitterly, muttering, “You two are similar even in that regard..." Suddenly he hugged you, wrapping his arms around your neck and holding onto your back, clenching your clothes tightly.

Without missing a beat, he nuzzled into your neck, sobbing into your shoulder, all quietly, only the occasional hiccup could be heard slipping from his puffy lips. You knew all he needed was a shoulder to cry on, so you patted the back of his head, stroking through his soft locks, using your other hand to grab his waist. “It’s alright. And let me tell you something, I know Lucifer loves you just as dearly as you do." To your surprise he rubbed his wet cheek against yours, then turned to look at you, “…I guess you weren’t doing it on purpose?”

He had a meek smile on his face, an almost embarrassed expression. The tears didn’t stop flowing, though it seemed he calmed down a little. “I don’t know what you mean?” You retracted your hand from the back of his head and wiped his tears away. The angel stared at your fingers for a moment, then leaned even closer to you, uttering, “Lucifer Hyeong would have kissed them away.” For the next few seconds, you froze.

Why did he tell you that...? Was he hinting at you to do the same? Does that mean he thought you were similar to Lucifer?

“May I ask why you think so?” The question was a little out of pocket, but he knew what you tried to ask him. “You know what I... miss about Hyeong?" He looked down, clenching his teeth, muscles tensing before relaxing them again to finish his sentence, "Everything, I-I miss his laughter, his hugs, his soft strokes- And guess what you've been doing in front of me?” You went quiet at the last part, this time you knew exactly what he meant without further explanation.

Though you truly weren't doing it to spite him or with other ulterior motives, you were simply being yourself. The look you had was indescribable, it wasn’t quite pity, but more a cocktail of many emotions. “You…” he began once again, stopping to take a deep, shaky breath, to calm his erratic heart and stop the sobbing, before continuing, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I didn't mean to appear identical to-” you didn’t get the chance to end your speech when he interrupted you, “don’t you dare speak with my brother’s tone, while looking and acting like him.” At this point, you didn’t even know what to do, how could it be that everything you did reminded him of that person? Furthermore, you feared he was starting to have a twisted and possibly delusional image of you, to make you his substitute for Lucifer. You were sick of playing house after all that ordeal with the devils— especially Sitri.

All in all, no matter how similar their image of you and the person they meet in their dream is, you could never become the same. You were your own person, and not whatever others wanted you to be. The only thing you could think of doing was to somehow comfort him, this beautiful man who didn’t understand his own feelings, in a way his dearest older brother would never. So you hugged him, pulling him into a tight embrace, something he desperately wanted and needed.

The results were him crying even more frantically, weeping like a baby bird while he cried out, “I missed you so much, brother.” You didn't like his choice of words. After a while, you said silently, like a soft exhale of air that grazed his ears, “I’m not Lucifer.”

His grip on you tightened, but nothing else happened until you commented, "And I'm not your brother or Hyeong." The angel whined out, “Stop..” yet you didn’t, you followed your statement up with, “Not to mention I doubt Lucifer will ever come back to heaven.” Micheal looked like he was devastated, unable to accept the truth, he was basically begging you now as he yelled, “S-stop! I demand you to stop talking—” You shifted in your seat, now grabbing his wrists with one hand, “Michael, I think the reason he left is because it’s time for you to move on.”

He stayed completely still, arms now placed above his head, cheeks, and nose completely red while he wore this lost look in his eyes. “I’ll say it again, I’m not Lucifer. No matter how I act, I won’t be able to give you the same solace as he does.” Slowly, you guided his wrist to your lips, and bit down, leaving behind a red mark and a flustered Michael. He whimpered at the pain, taking his sweet time to snap back to reality as if he wanted to stay in his own fantasy world. “I can at most comfort you in other ways.” You then added, holding him closer with your free hand.

The boy didn’t struggle anymore, his pupils shook slightly, cheeks rosy as he hid it behind his wing. His face has been decorated with those pretty, shiny water droplets, some even dried off already. “W-what..?” Before he could prepare himself for what you had in store for him, you guided his body to move back and forth on your lap. He almost shrieked at the sudden movement, and then he stared at you with a baffled look.

If he had to describe it, it felt like he was riding a horse, but why were you doing this? Rubbing his metallic chastity belt against your skin, wasn't it uncomfortable? “Hold on to me.” You then said, and he became even more confused. Nonetheless, he obliged all obediently, grabbing your shoulders but taking care to not use too much strength.

This shift in behavior wasn’t because of you, he was still seeing you as that person, as him. With gritted teeth, you pulled down the zipper to his pants, and his cheeks flushed immediately. “Wait! What do you think you are doing?!!” He screamed, obviously not prepared for that bold move of yours. The boy was being so loud your eardrums almost exploded.

Judging by his reaction, you were achieving the effect you wanted, breaking down his idolized version of you, “I’m guessing Lucifer never taught you sex education~?” You joked and stared at his chastity belt. It’s the second one you’ve seen, the first one was Raphael’s. This one looked a little different in shape and color, it was golden, like most of the accessories of Michael. Despite it being a few weeks already, you still remembered clearly how you unlocked that device, which is why it didn’t take long until you freed the poor member of the male from its cage.

Michael stared down at you, unmoving, eyes widened while being as red as a tomato. When he heard the click of the lock, he felt his heart leap for a second. “No- no way.. you opened this? So easily?” He blushed and seemed slightly disgusted by the looks of his erection, which was leaking glowing precum down his shaft. This is also his first time seeing his dick, you almost forgot about the fact, that angels are basically all virgins. Gosh, how cute~

With one pull, you threw his chastity belt to the side, staring at his half-erect dick. “Yep. And- oh my? You are way bigger than your brother?” To be honest, you weren’t even sure if you were impressed or terrified. Michael hid his face with the back of his palm, thighs instinctively trying to squeeze close when a gust of wind blew against his now fully hard cock, though of course there weren't any results, considering he was straddling your thighs.

“No, d-don’t look..! No one should... expect god…” more tears swelled up in his eyes, he was also embarrassed at doing it outside, here so many people could catch you two. It would be blasphemy if anyone saw him in this state, he'd probably rip off his own wings and join his brother in hell if that happened! Knowing that you almost felt bad for him, for all these sexually frustrated and very much depraved creatures.

“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll just help you jack one off. You’ll feel much better afterward.” With that being said, you got to work. Fingers sinking into his smooth flesh, moving him around on your thigh, making him rub the underside of his most intimate parts against your clothes legs. It felt so rough against his perfect and soft skin, and on top of all of it, it felt so weird and so hot. He mewled, unable to fathom all these sensations, eyes searching for some guidance from you. Though you deliberately ignored him, gliding him across your thigh, trying to stimulate the male.

He began trashing around, resisting, pushing you away while crying out, "No! H-hyeong would never do something sinful like this..!! You stop these.. unholy and inappropriate acts!" You only laughed in response, asking teasingly, "But tell me, Michael, doesn't this feel good?" Completely treating his request like some passing breeze, feeling grateful that he was still capable of making his own judgment.

"I- no, I'm not answering you?! Are you trying to slander my brother?" He sounded just a tiny bit angry with you, trying hard to ignore the building arousal in his lower abdomen. "No, I never claimed to be him. Do you understand what I'm getting at, Michael?" His mouth hung open, as if he wanted to say something, yet not a single word escaped his throat. On the other hand, a series of moans and choked-out whimpers reached your ears. "Nghh... ahHh- I, s-still, sto- hnNghhh!"

Not good, he was being swept up by those hellish sentiments, by the temptations of the flesh. Why did it have to feel so hot, and be so brain-numbing? Poor birdy could barely think straight after all that edging on your part. You were way too perverted and too much of a tease to be his kind and gentle Hyeong!

"Y-y/n...! Please, I-I don't want this... it's scary, stop..!" At last, he resulted to pleading, unable to deal with the weight of his emotions clashing and fighting internally. It was the truth that he sought comfort by your hands and wanted you to fill the hole in his heart, but then you went ahead and turned the table at him. He didn't want to be touched by someone who wasn't god... and Lucifer. He also didn't want his first sexual encounter to be with you, or if it had to be done, out in the open in a place like this, where he'll defile all these pure and pretty flowers.

"Don't touch me..!" Even though he was so deadbeat on his mindset, he didn't try to push you away, was it out of consideration for the flowers or because he didn't dare hurt you after seeing Lucifer in you? No, hardly so, you could see right through his facade. He was probably thinking about how awful this situation was, but you knew he was lying to himself.

To prove your point, you stopped, leaning back and using your arms to support yourself off the ground, you apologized almost half-heartedly, "Alright, sorry then, I won't touch you. So, you do as you see fit. Climb off if that's what you truly want." Once again you surprised the angel with your actions, he didn't think you'd be so willing.

Only when you stopped pleasuring him he noticed that he actually missed the bubbly and warm feeling of your touch or that his erection was throbbing almost painfully so. He glanced down in disbelief, humiliation filling his senses. If he had to be blunt he had absolutely no idea how to react to this, so he did the only thing he could think of, doing whatever you did. Mind you his brain was already turned into mush due to all the tension from before.

Skeptically, he rolled his hips along your thighs, squeezing his lips shut in a poor attempt to stiffen his moans. At this rate, he was going to overstimulate himself since he didn't know what he was doing. Pride thrown out of the window while he bit back his shame, desperately grinding against you with that flushed look on his face. Small, muffled whines still seeped through his almost, almost water-tight defense. "Don't you dare... say anything... mhm!!"

He knew how hypocritical he was being, doing exactly what he apparently ‘hated’, that's why he didn't want to hear any mean comments from You. But his body moved on its own, he couldn't stop chasing after his own bliss. Why did it have to feel so good anyway? To drag his cock along your thigh, grinding his pre into your clothes... You watched the show unfold with attentive eyes, smirking as if you were saying, "Told ya". His grip on your shoulders got tighter, almost painful to bear.

Then he laid his forehead against the crook of your neck, body shivering tremendously while he groaned, "I-I... bloody hell... you did this to me." That angelic voice of his grazed your skin, hot and laced with need. "I don't know why I'm.. hngg, reacting l-like this..." He continued, egging you on, not getting to the point. "So, what are you getting at?" Again, you were aware of what he wanted from you, but you wanted to hear it from him personally.

“What I mean is- you... you take over!” Suddenly he leaned back to stare right into your eyes, he was still crying from both eyes. This time you were sure it wasn't due to his self-pity and sadness. You reached out for his cheek, cupping his face. His skin was hot, so much so that your hand felt ice cold against him. He leaned into your touch, lips squeezed into a pout, brows furrowed as he held his gaze low. "I thought you didn't like it?" You cooed, rubbing his tears away with your thumb.

Michael stayed quiet, he couldn't argue with that, he was the one that desperately pushed your touch away. That's why he just slumped back against you, mumbling, "P-please... I don't like— this heat either... make it go away..." Just to mess with him some more, you hummed, tilting your head to the side, "Hmm, I don't know, can't you do it yourself?" Now the angel was gritting his teeth, you wondered if you went too far. Much to your surprise, he pulled you into a deep, clumsy kiss.

The salty taste of his tears grazed your lips, his tongue messily stumbled into your mouth and he slurped and swindled it around aimlessly. You stayed still for a second, partly due to you getting startled, as well as you being in awe about how bad he was at kissing. Perhaps it was his first kiss, how cute, he's willingly gifting it to you. Since he has given you something so valuable, you had to show him a good time now, ain't that right?

Slowly, to not scare him, you moved your tongue as well, meeting his eager kiss with a smile on your lips. Closing your eyes to fully immerse yourself, only after seeing the embarrassed look on his blushy features. While he was distracted, you placed your graceful fingers around his slim waist again, giving him little instruction on what to do. Then, once he got into a rhythm, you moved your leg to meet his thrusts.

His heat and wetness already seeped through your pants, soaking your skin with his sticky substances. Yet you didn't bother, focusing solely on him and his pleasure. After a few sucks on your side, against his willing body, he started moaning into the kiss. Long, drawn-out moans that ended with a high-pitched whine for more, "ahhnnngh.. mhmm-uhm!!"

His hips suddenly jerked forwards, his poor cock was leaking and twitching helplessly, wagging around like some kind of tail. The neglect was impossible to overlook. May it be for his red, swollen tip that was decorated with glistening pearls of pre, or his bulging veins that looked like they were about to pop, it didn't matter. All he knew was he wanted more of this ecstatic, hypnotizing feeling that only you could provide.

Gradually, his movements became faster and more sloppy, your grip on him was so tight that his skin bruised. He choked, gagging on your tongue, throwing his head back to break the kiss. This was too much, too intense..! That poor birdy needs a break, or his brain will melt! Despite that, you grabbed him by his wing and forced him to stay still, lips crashing against his again. The feeling of your hand on his wing only intensified his pleasure, making him more erratic as electricity coursed through him.

You weren't done nor satisfied yet, hence you shoved your tongue down his throat again. "Mffhhmm!! ♡♡~! Y/n- I- nghhH..!!" This sensation, of something tingling inside him, threatened to burst at any rate. How was he supposed to hold himself back? All resistance fell on deaf ears and crumbled, and he felt himself being brought over the edge of bliss and sanity. For a moment that was supposed to be forbidden for him, or downright sinful, he felt strangely warm inside.

He hadn't felt this fuzzy and at ease for a long time, and so, he did what his instincts told him, he embraced the feeling. Tears poured from his eyes like little waterfalls, his face ruined to the point of being unrecognizable, and his wing flapping around in a pathetic attempt to balance out the pleasure. He grabbed a fistful of your clothes, almost digging holes into them as he relentlessly rode your thigh. He felt weak, so powerless like never.

His knees have been shaking for quite some time now. If it wasn't for your hands on his hips, he would have slumped forward and fallen into your embrace, that was how weak he was. More sweet whispers of pleasure slipped from his swollen lips, sending a tingle down your spine. "Hmmm... m' su-sumthin's cummin'..!♥︎♡!!" Michael tried to warn you, head so empty he couldn't form proper sentences. Not to mention you were still making out with him, rendering it almost impossible for him to speak coherently.

His dick twitched around a few times again, the tip was rather rubbing against your belly than your thighs, leaving behind strings of pre in its wake. Finally, after an eternity of tension and promised pleasures, he felt himself reaching his limit. The feeling was nothing he had ever experienced before, he couldn't even try to put it into words that was how mind-blowing it was. With one last meek try to warn you, which ended up sounding more like a high-pitched shriek of bliss and pure, primal ecstasy, he came all over the two of you.

“MhNMHHH~ aaAhHHnNNGGh♡♡♥︎♡♥︎～!!” Tridal waves of pleasure surged through his veins, making him shudder due to the intensity. His toes curled, wing flapping uncontrollably as thick ropes of white cum spurt out of his way too-overstimulated dick. It splattered across your clothes, and his as well. Judging by the amount of glowing fluids he shot out, he must have been pent up. Once again, you took the first orgasm ever of an angel, and it felt weirdly fun.

All this pleasure was too much for an inexperienced virgin angel like him~ his mind basically blanked out during his ejaculation, causing him to whimper and groan like some animal in heat, "Ah- uhm.? Nghh, uh-hnggh ♥︎♡♡!" He never knew there was pleasure like this, this amazing and tingly. It was just like the day he lost his eye.

You weren't even sure what he was trying to say, maybe nothing, maybe insults, whatever it was you didn't really care. Instead, you were fascinated by how different yet similar his reaction was to Raphael's. So it was true that angels were as bland as their buildings, with no real knowledge of what the pleasures of the flesh meant. You smiled, looking at his wrecked face. Still as red as ever, with dried-out tears stuck to his skin, and drool hanging out of his mouth, he has never looked more beautiful.

His wing has also calmed down, it was almost limping next to his head. Eyes still a little unfocused as he slowly regained his clarity, moving his hand to his face to rub his puffy eyes. That silky, untangled hair was a little messy more, and his clothes wrinkled. "That was a little too much stimulation for your first, huh?" You joked, and he didn't have the strength to give you a sassy answer, but he glared at you nonetheless. It was more of an I'm-too-tired-for-this glare than anything else though.

You didn't move from your spot, not wanting to rush him, giving him enough time to collect himself until he deemed himself ready to stand up from your lap. In the meantime, you noticed that the sad scent that radiated from him has dissipated, at least for now. Somehow, you felt really proud of yourself for that, smiling under your breath as you placed a kiss on his forehead.

Michael squeezed his eyes with a pout but didn't resist. His argument or defense for himself was that he was too worn out and tired, for now, and that he had enough opportunities to kill you in the future. It was nothing else but excuses, considering angels are just delusional beings at their core. As soon as he stood up on his wobbly legs, you wanted to ask how he was doing, that's when Raphael emerged from behind the doorframe.

His head peeked into the garden as he smirked darkly, mischievously even. "Pff, you look like a horny beast, Michael. Was it fun, screaming so loud I could hear your disgraceful moaning from miles away?" You stared at the blond angel with a skeptical look, he was acting as if he didn't act just the same. Then, he turned to you and said, "Anyway, y/n, you, come with me. I have something to show you." Now he stood in the doorframe with his entire figure, leaned against it.

You stood up from where you were previously sitting, and answered all carefree as you walked past him, "Okay ~ lemme get changed first." Raphael made way for you when you walked by and nodded in acknowledgment. Once you were gone, he made eye contact with his dear brother and had a slight scorn on his face. Michael frowned back at him, brushing off the dust from his clothes, even though there were bigger problems about his appearance than that. Like his disheveled hair, or the traces of shining cum on his shirt.

“What, don't like the fact they aren't only yours?” After a quick glaring contest, Michael spoke up, a sneer present in his voice. He got closer to Raphael, now standing right in front of him, crossing his arms around his chest. Though it seemed he had recovered very quickly, his legs and knees were still a little uneasy. "...I can't say I'm pleased with it, but they are free to do as they wish." The Blondie said, averting his gaze for a split second.

“How unusual of you, sharing was never your strong point.” The black-haired seraphim commented. A snarky laugh erupted from the red angel, and he scoffed, "You are one to talk." Afterward, he turned around, waving his hand as if to say goodbye, "It's a shame that I'm not the only angel who has experienced god's given pleasure now, but oh well, I'm still their first, remember it well." With that, Raphael disappeared into the building, leaving Michael standing at the entrance to the garden, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth.

Tags: @shianarou @ghostiegirl56 @thisisnotangel @ghostgoosygoose @aghrentroplayer @i-dont-fooken-know @chuuya-brainrot @allyfoxglove @thigh-o-saur @fallenthemisticalyingyang @fem-dom-roze

Nini!rant 2.0:

I found many different translations for the meaning of the mentioned flowers, but these are the ones that I liked best.

Lily of the valley: purity, happiness, nostalgia, sadness, pain, death

According to the bible, lily of the valley is most infamously mentioned in the Song of Solomon (2:11). It’s also sometimes used as a metaphor or comparison to Jesus Christ, due to its sweet scent and white colour (Ephesians 5:2). White, which is knows to be a sin-free colour, used to describe a person without sin -> Michael still sees luci as a person without sin

There’s also a saying that lilies are the tallest of flowers, but hangs its head down, symbolising humbleness (Philippians 2:6~8). Also it’s supposed to have a lot of medical qualities, so it fits lucifer, who’s a healer.

Gardenia: purity, harmony, sweetness, joy, secret love

Here, it’s also qualities and things lucifer wishes for Michael. Like harmony, joy. Then, how he sees him and thinks about him. I thought it’d be cute haha

I choose them very carefully, there was quite a lot of thought behind them, that’s why it got its own special mention here :]

[nai2fly]

When he makes you laugh during sex and then you feel his hands tighten on your hips and his jaw clenches, muttering a stiff “ease up,” while he tries to stop himself from cumming early because “if you keep squeezing my cock like that I’ll cum.”

[nai2fly]

[nai2fly]

thinking about muzan having a free use kink. whenever you wanted to let out some steam or just have fun with the demon king in general; as long as you weren’t in front of his subordinates, you could do whatever you wanted with him, when you wanted.

if he was trying (and failing) to make the blue spider lily formula, you can walk in, make him turn to face you, and push him on the floor while unbuttoning his pants. while you’re doing that, he’ll be flustered but try to keep the facade of him only letting you do this just so you don’t bother him later on. but you and him know the real reason.

his fingers grip on your hips as you move up and down his cock, your hot walls strangling his length with every move you make. he tries to not let it show in his face how good you make him feel, how he wants more from you. his eyes cross for a moment when you wrap your hands around his throat as you ride him faster and harder than before.

he shouldn’t have feel immense pleasure from you choking him, but the pain of having little air along with the tight walls of your cunt using his cock like a toy, made him spill inside you with a pathetic moan on his tongue in less than a minute. he weezed like a dog as he bathed in the glow of his release, your hands loosened around his throat when you dropped down for the last time and came around his dick.

muzan let out a tiny whine when you slipped his cock out of your pussy, you grinned down at the demon king as he was still dumb in pleasure, his soft dick covered in your mixed orgasms. you brush his sweaty bangs away from his eyes as you kiss his forehead. “thanks a lot, honey,” you whisper as you stuff himself back in his pants, “have fun with your experiment.”

then you walked away from the room, leaving him on the floor panting and sweating. this has got to be the third time today you caught him off guard, and you continue to surprise him the next day and after.

[nai2fly]

✶ ﹑ㅤi only have eyes for you ﹏

NOW STARRING : CEO (Vallen Carter) x jealous sub male reader

「ㅤNSFWㅤ」ㅤVallen's assistant is hot and reader can't help but feel jealous!

✙ warnings — reader is kinda insecure, office handjob (reading recieving), getting caught

notes ,, finally wrote about vallen.. not proofread!

"Your assistant, would you ever date her?"

You were currently sat on the plush couch Vallen had in his office behind his desk. Sometimes, you would invade his workplace and lounge in his office when you were bored and wanted to simply be in his presence. At your time here you've noticed a few things, one being Vallen's super hot assistant. To say she was just pretty was an understatement. She was refined, spoke smoothly and elegantly, always dressed proper, and was smart on top of all of that. Anyone would fall for someone like her, including Vallen.

Typing away on his keyboard, Vallen had his back facing you. "Why would I date her when I have you?" He replied, his voice as husky as it always was and carried little emotion in it. You huffed, turning around to face him— his back, as you took a moment to think about your next words, "Because she's really hot and— she gets to see you more often, and she's so elegant," you mumble, your words were quiet from the slight embarrassment you felt in admitting this.

You see Vallen pause in his typing, his body stilling before he let out an exhale that visibly made his shoulders fall to a more relaxed position, "Is that really what you're worried about?" His statement was firm, almost scolding. You couldn't help but keep quiet. The room was silent — besides Vallen's keyboard tapping or mouse clicking — before he decided to speak up, "Come here," he said, his tone on the boundary of stern and soft; it was always hard to tell which one he was leaning more towards. Of course you oblige, getting up from the couch and walking over to where his chair was.

"If you're that worried about my assistant, there can be a few arrangements made," He hummed, loosening his tie slightly before looking up at you. You stand there like a child getting scolded — that was usually the case when you were with Vallen, he was just so overwhelmingly mature it surprised you that he was only a few years older than you — as you fumble with your fingers, your gaze casted down to your feet. Yeah you were jealous but she undoubtedly did her job well and you didn't want to burden Vallen from a stupid little feeling.

He seemed to pick up on your discomfort, letting out a heavy huff from his chest as he leaned back in his chair, earning a small squeak in return. "Seems like you are simply too sweet to do that," He chuckled softly, patting his thigh firmly before his eyes met yours. You take the iniative to sit on his lap, settling yourself ontop of him as you wrap your arms around his waist in a small hug with your face squished in the crook of Vallen's neck. You seemed to melt in his embrace as he hooked one arm around your back and slid the chair forward so he could continue working.

The familiar sound of keyboard tapping resumed, and you rested ontop of Vallen with your eyes closed, relaxing in his company. After awhile, Vallen's hand made its way to your thigh; his large hand squeezing it firmly before sliding further up your leg. This draws your attention back down to the present as you look down, "What are you doing?" You ask. Vallen doesn't respond with words, he responds with a hand cupping your pants instead, rubbing you through your pants with his knuckles. A small groan slips out between your lips as you find yourself grinding against his palm. Wasn't your fault Vallen had such warm hands.

"I just want to prove how much I love you, and that I would never leave you for anyone," Vallen replied, his voice becoming raspy as his lips meet your earlobe. His slender fingers tug at the waistband of your pants and your boxers, slipping his hand underneath the fabric. You flinch upon feeling the warmth of his lips press against your ear and your body jerks when his hand unexpectedly grabs your now hardening cock. His hands are like magic, the way that they make you feel like you're about to implode with butterflies is honestly impressive.

Vallen pushes the fabric of your clothes down more so he could have better access to your body, letting a deep chuckle out as he stared at the way your cock practically weeps for attention in his hands. Like the good man he is, he gives you that attention. His thumb glides over your blushed tip, teasing your slit as his other hand grips your waist, keeping you stable on his lap. "You're already twitching," he comments with a small smirk on his face. Vallen deems that your poor, red tip has been tortured enough and decides to move his hand to the base of your cock, squeezing lightly before working his way back up to your tip before sliding back down to the base. He repeats this action almost painfully slow, watching your face intently to catch any facial expressions you'd make.

It was embarassing how needy you felt in this moment. Your back arched with every movement of Vallen's hand and your hips stuttered as you tried to grind into the pleasure. Your small whimpers and gasps filled the office, accompanied by the lewd, wet noises of Vallen jerking you off, "I'd deal with you in a more— proper way if I wasn't in the office right now." You could tell he was enjoying this as much as you did; it was evident by the bulge in his pants poking you. However, you knew Vallen was far too disciplined to want to partake in such activities in his workplace, but that was his personal preference, he loved seeing you crumble during work.

You couldn't help but gasp out his name, your fingers curled around his wrists, trying to stop the movement but it just felt so good. Your body was leaned back and your head tilted down, watching Vallen's slender, veins hands rub your body like he was sculpting a delicate clay figure. A hand gripped your trembling legs, holding you still as Vallen focused on pleasuring you. He knew you were close by how vocal you were getting now.

The soft click of the door opening fell deaf to your ears, your brain fogged with lust and Vallen's hands. His assistant had entered. You picked up that something was wrong from the slight twitching of Vallen's eyes as he rose his head to look at whoever interrupted his session with you. Nonetheless he didn't stop, he kept moving his wrist up and down, curving his palm more at the head before returning down to grip the base of your cock, using your precum as lube.

"Vallen, who—" you tried to speak but Vallen's fingers shoved past your lips and into your mouth unexpectedly. The foreign feeling of his fingers pressing against your tongue for some reason sent shiver down your spine and to your dick. "What better way of proving I wouldn't leave you than to start with getting rid of the root cause?" Vallen cooed in your ear, glaring at his assistant before speeding up his hand. You tried to protest but your words were blocked by Vallen's long fingers shoved deeply into your throat, bits of saliva dripped down your chin and he took the courtesy to wipe it off with his thumb. What a gentleman— obviously despite his indecency by jerking you off infront of his assistant.

It was getting to that familiar point where your hips began to chase your release and your legs felt numb. You were oblivious to the fact that Vallen's assistant was forced to watch him push you over the edge in pleasure. Vallen groaned quietly as his fingers were enveloped in warmth from your mouth, oh how he wished he could fuck you over the desk right now but he couldn't bring himself to embarass you like that. Your eyes rolled back as you felt yourself finally cum; white sticky liquid painted Vallen's hands.

Heavy breathing — from you — filled the awkward tension in the room before you finally turned around to see what was happening behind your back.

"You were watching the whole time?!"

"Unfortunately."

notes ,, not too happy with this one but I wanted to get something out to you guys. Also, I'm kinda liking the assistant, maybe she'll be like a side character in the future (not as a love interest, im planning for her to be a girl kisser)

[nai2fly]

Sleepover with Drunk Nanami

Nanami crashes on your couch after a drunken meeting on a rare night out.

Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, 18+ ONLY. fem! Reader, Soft Nanami, drunk Nanami, slow burn (sorta? Does nine hours count?), discussions of consent, Gojo is in it also lol.

Word count: 13.9k, Ngl this one kind of got away from me 🤭🫣. Don’t have sex with drunk people! let the tension build until that consent is sober and enthusiastic.

This was inspired by the song Get Up by Ciara, and my being very horny. I haven’t written fanfic in almost ten years, so here’s what I have for you. This was so fun to write, I really hope y’all enjoy it. I am so obsessed with this man its actually insane.

Clubs were not his preferred way to “cut loose”. He hated the claustrophobic proximity, the overpriced drinks, the flagrants displays of affection, most of all the inability to hold a conversation. Resounding bass and artificial light blaring against his skull was sure to culminate in tomorrow’s headache. Nanami couldn't be bothered to entertain the idea of joining his coworkers to dance and drink as they so often invited him. He much preferred to keep his own company, drinking at home, indulging in the occasional (and strictly, personally regulated) cigarette, and reading in the bath. Although the last two weeks he found himself working around the clock. It seemed that as soon as he crossed his own home’s threshold he was back to work in some capacity or other. He couldn't remember the last time he had been able to turn his brain off completely in between shifts. He hated working, period, let alone working outside of his normal hours, but the work needed to be done, and as the days trudged forward, his work life balance compounded into a singularity designed specifically to siphon any free time he could find.

But that had ended this afternoon, completing a mission’s adjoining paperwork and being released for a three day leave in between assignments. Returning to his small office, he begins to retrieve his coat and pack his bag to depart and return home to finally relax. Already feeling his shoulders unknot themselves, Nanami allowed a blissful sigh to leave his lips. No sooner had he begun to draw in the following breath than had the rapping of angular knuckles against his door frame rung in his ears. Raising his eyes, Kento sees long time (reluctant) friend and daily annoyance, Satoru Gojo, strolling casually inside and plopping across the desk from him.

“So what time should I pick you up?” Although Kento could not see his eyes behind the famous black blindfold hiding them, the blase demeanor and entitlement dripping from his question was apparent.

Already feeling the vein in his head begin to pulse, Nanami sighed out, “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Come out with us tonight. You’re off the ne t few days. I’m sure even you can recover from one night out in that time. Everyone is goin, Suguru, Shoko, yours truly…even Ijichi said he would come,” Gojo allows his smile to lure in the other man, “So you have to come.”

A familiar feeling rose the skin on the back of his neck as Kento heard his familiar train of thought, Absolutely not. I’m exhausted. I have to decline. Don’t wait up for me, but before the reluctance to break his own routine won over, his shoulders softened, “Okay.”

Gojo snapped to attention, his planned seduction now moot in the face of Nanami’s quick acceptance. He hadn't said yes to going out in two months, and the last time he had joined the group, he left less than an hour in claiming a headache and calling a cab.

“For real?” Gojo couldn't help himself, he was waiting for this to be a joke.

“Yes, 9:00 you’ll pick me up. We’ll go out. I could use the break. Thank you for the invitation.”

Gojo was beside himself, feeling his lips stretch from ear to ear, he rose to his feet and began to head to the door. He had to limit the time for Nanami to come to his senses, fearing this may all be some bought of madness from the usually grumpy man.

“See you then, wear something I like.”

Idiot always had to have the last word. Nanami lowered himself into his desk chair, taken aback by his own enthusiasm, a small smile creeping across his lips. He wasn't sure what had come over him, but he couldn't say he was upset by it, it had been a long time since he had tried to meet his friends like this. He wasn't social by nature, and he was grateful to have people who understood that, allowing him his space but still continuing to include him in their extroverted fun. As much as Gojo’s refusal to allow him peace took its toll, Nanami was pleased to have someone so insistent on pushing his social limits. Although he would never tell him that.

These are the circumstances that lead Nanami to drinking as much as he had, to loosening his tie eventually to the point of hanging on either shoulder, to laying his jacket along the barstool of the hightop table he and his friends occupied. Dancing, actually dancing inside of the group of people gyrating together on the club’s designated dance floor. Eyes closed, hair sticking to his forehead, Kento felt the weight of fall away and the warm embrace of intoxication take over.

Gojo laughed over his dark sunglasses, nudging Geto’s elbow with his own before tipping his head to their large, very uncharacteristically drunk friend. They watched in shared admiration, laughing to each other, remembering fondly the stiff demeanor their friend had always carried. Since they’d known him they had seen him get drunk countless times, but drunk enough to dance? Only a handful. Drunk enough to have undone his top three buttons and reveal a growing flush down his neck and shoulders, maybe twice.

“He really needed this,” Geto praised Gojo lightly, it was him who always insisted on inviting out Nanami once again, despite the likely improbability of it happening.

Gojo smiled warmly before laughing again, this time to himself, he didn't want to reveal how easy it really was. How little he had had to push to get him out, he let the praise wash over him as he admired the usually stuffy man’s catharsis. Shoko returned then from the bar, two shots for herself and one for Ijichi who followed closely behind her, already starting to stumble himself.

That’s when Nanami saw you. Finally opening his eyes, pupils adjusting to the dim light, you appeared to him like a vision. And a vision you were, long legs wrapped in a skirt, a top lightly grazing the hemline at your waist, arms full and strong, hair styled specifically showcasing care and effort as well as routine. Engaged in conversation with a friend of yours, both laughing and allowing the atmosphere to relax you, Kento didn't realize his body had stopped dancing as he now stood dumbly in the center of the dancefloor. With soft pushes and thoughtless instinctual movement, he moved to the outskirts of the dancefloor, although still within sight of you. His breath caught in his chest, his hands ran cold, becoming clammy quickly as he watched you share a shot with your friend, head tipping back and revealing the full column of your neck to him. He felt his face flush further than the alcohol could.

Soon enough his back found the table that Shoko currently occupied, digging in her discarded coat’s pocket for her lighter, cigarette hanging loosely between her lips. Cooly placing her hand atop a few rattled glasses knocked around by his collision, she inquired as to Nanami’s dreamy state, “something got your attention?” her laugh broke through his haze just as she followed his eyeline to you.

“She’s pretty, you know her?” she was finally able to fish her lighter from the correct pocket.

Nanmi shook his head, still not able to tear his gaze away,” do you?”

“Never seen her before.” She observed the dumbstruck look in Nanami’s eyes weighing whether her input was more prescient than her desire for a smoke break, “You should try to talk to her. Who knows when we’ll get you out again. Make the most of it.”

With that she headed back towards the smoker’s patio, leaving Nanami with her words bouncing between his ears. When was the last time he had flirted with someone? When was the last time he had been on an actual date? When was the last time he had gotten to take someone home? When was the last time he had shared a bed with someone? When was the last time someone else had made him cum, not just himself between disgruntled days and nights working too much with little output? He had a break, he had come out, hadn't he? As he had gotten ready tonight he chastised his own mind for indulging in fantasies of meeting someone, But he didn't think he would find someone so ... .magnetic.

He wasn't even sure how long it had been since Shoko had gone outside, Kento snapped back to himself when he saw you set your drink down- nearly finished- and head into the throng of dancing bodies. His body moves before he can consciously decide how best to approach you; feet escorting him to the dance floor, hips following the beat and loosening the rest of him. His hands moved upward around his shoulders imitating a boxer’s stance, the alcohol clearly influencing his dancing style. Pressing forward he found himself just to your left. It was as though you had your own kinespheric bubble surrounding you, people danced near you but not on you. He felt invited in by this space, as though you had saved it just for him. He watched your body move, circling your hips and allowing your neck to follow the melody freely, your arms raising above your head as your eyes fluttered between completely closed and mostly closed. Your lips were parted beautifully, lip gloss catching the light so beautifully.

Maybe it was just chapstick, or it was lipstick, he had no idea, but just seeing the glint along your bottom lip made his mouth water for your kiss.

Would you use your tongue right away, or would he need to draw it out of you with his? Would you want him to guide you, or did you want to lead him yourself? He found his heart quickening at ever new possibility. When you finally allowed your eyes to open, they found him almost instantly. Locking eyes with you finally, Kento thought his skin was going to burst. Heart quickened, hand clammy, breath quick he searched for any reciprocation in your own eyes.

So when your eyes crinkle, following the line of your smile, so clearly directed right at him and only him, Kento can't resist but bring his hands to the sides of your hips.

The blonde man had been watching you since you got here. You noticed, Sophie noticed. As soon as you left the bar and staked your claim on an open hightop bordering the crowded but lively dance floor, she had jutted her chin toward him on the other side of the floor.

“Got one already.” she said impressed with your efficiency.

You turned to briefly meet his gaze, in just a second his gaze was so intense you could tell his eyes were honey brown and they were trained on you and only you, “oh come on. I’m sure he’s just checking everyone out.” you dismissed, still feeling the hot eyes on the back of your neck.

“He’s still looking at you,” Sophie marveled, “still looking…still…wow I don't think hes even trying to hide it.”

You knew. You could feel it, your heart raced. You had just barely looked at him but you had seen enough to see how attractive he was. A tall, broad frame, well cultivated outfit, neat, well styled hair, confidence and stability oozing from every pore. So clearly unabashedly interested. God, he was your type. Before you knew it most of your drink was drained, the nerves of being observed having made you suddenly parched. The liquid confidence settling in your system motivated you to pull Sophie to dance. You two found an open bubble in the sea of bodies and allowed yourself to release your lingering thoughts of the watcher.

That is, until you open your eyes once more, finding a pair of honey brown eyes begging for yours. It was him. He was less than two feet from you, he had sought you out. You couldn't help yourself, his interest and obvious enthusiasm brought a curl to your lips. Your smile locking him into a stare, you didn't flinch when you felt large, strong hands on your hips. It felt right, looking into his eyes the idea of not feeling him touch you felt preposterous. Your hips still followed the music, his soon joining their routine. His hands, once brazen, now stayed still and solid against your hips, moving with you, but never straying from their position. Emboldened by his sudden demure approach,wanting to reciprocate with just as much interested you turned, facing your back to him and pressing the curve of your ass against his hips, you thought you hear a soft groan exit his mouth. Once you had turned away from him, a bit of tension is relieved. You feel braver not looking him directly in the eye anymore. You grip onto one of his hands and trail it up your body, leaving the other gripping your hip harder and harder. Soon your back was fully against his chest, the music carried your pelvis, joined against his, everything else fell away as you guided his right hand across your body, side, hips, stomach and ass. His body felt so solid against yours, it was so solid against yours. He was an imposing figure, six foot or more, strong and cultivated build demonstrating both his personal strength and his own discipline. How you could have not noticed him here before was beyond you.

Nanami was hypnotized. From the moment you had looked him in the eye, he was hooked. Now that your body was flush against his, ass grinding into the front of his slacks, he couldn't think about anything else. He breathed hot against your ear as your fingers curled around his, sliding his fingers up from your hip to your stomach. It was so intimate, your leading his hand along your body, showing him exactly where you wanted his touch. You had your head cocked to the left, opening the side of your neck to him and moving your hair just under his nose, the smell of your shampoo was thrilling, he longed to run his fingers through your hair, to ruin your styling and pull. He wondered if you would let him brush it for you, wash it for you. He could learn exactly how you liked your routine, learn to style, learn to braid, anything to keep this smell close to him.

Behind his eyelids he wondered about your body, how your breasts would look, how your skin would flush through excitement or exertion, how wet you would get, how you would taste. He wondered, too, about your kiss, again thinking about how much tongue you would use, and if you would want to be in charge or him. A soft moan escaped his lips as he thought of your tongue sliding against his, directly against the shell of your ear. As if cued you spun around again, your leg slotted between his, allowing you both to move as one, grinding unashamed as your arms wrapped around his neck.

“You can touch me yourself you know,” You could barely hear the music but Nanami knew exactly what you had said, “Or do you just like being told what to do.”

Your flirting sent a shock directly down his body, feeling his cock swell against the inside of his slacks, he slid his hands up the curves and folds of your back, your skin was so soft, he saw your lips part as he touched you. You were so reactive, he couldn't hear the caught breaths of the soft moans over the club’s speakers, but he watched as your eyes fluttered and your knees pulled tighter around him. One hand traveled down to the side of your leg, brushing down the side of your hip and ass to grip your thigh. The front strands of his hair had loosened and now hung freely in his face, a dark blush settled across his freckled nose and cheeks, one of your hands moved down his shoulder and onto his chest, he wished he had been more reckless and undone a few more buttons for you, he longed to have your fingers on his skin. But for now they held the collar of his shirt in their grasp, he longed for your eyes again, and as if you had read his find they met his own. He prayed you couldn't feel the way the eye contact had made his dick twitch, the blush deepening at the shame of being so crass in his attraction to you. Pulling him somehow even closer, he could feel your breath on his neck, he was panting a bit from the exertion of dance and the intense sexual tension. The song was beginning to end, and the DJ was already beginning to blend it with the introduction of the next song.

Seizing his opportunity, Nanami finally spoke his first words to you, “Can I buy you a drink?”

You nodded, smiling at him, he wanted to make you smile again and again, the warmth of your gazing making the stuffy club feel icy by comparison.

“Thank you!”, you moved a hand down his arm to join your hands together. Guiding him over to the bar. Your hand in his felt electric, you both could feel it. His large, work roughened palm against your own. They had fit together so naturally.

As you made your way over to the bar the music became less and less overwhelming, the pressing of bodies became less insistent. You turned your head to find Sophie, chatting to a few friends she had planned to run into, she caught your eye before giving you a knowing look and a thumbs up. You smiled and winked at her before turning back to the man behind you. You caught him at the end of turning his head from what looked to be a group of his own friends. All of whom were looking at the pair of you. One, particularly tall man with dark glasses was giving an encouraging thumbs up mirroring Sophie’s. You caught yourself wondering if your friends would get along, if he would get along with your friends, if you would get along with his. You didn't even know this man's name, you had barely spoken to him, and here you were ready to merge friend groups and make brunch plans. What the hell was going on tonight?

Finally reaching the bar right as two seats opened up, you both sat, giving your exhausted legs much needed refuge. The air between you two suddenly became thick, without the immediacy of movement you found yourself suddenly worried about how to engage him again in the heat you had just had.

“What do you like to drink?”, he started right as you offered a question of your own,

“So what’s your name..”

You both laughed for a second, the acknowledgement of shared nerves taking a little pressure off. His smile was reserved, seemingly unpracticed. But his eyes betrayed his warmth, you could see.

“Kento Nanami,” He answered your question first, fighting the urge to hold out his hand for a chaste and professional handshake. He lifted his eyebrows to signify it being your turn to answer, you told him your name, and his smile returned again, “That's a beautiful name.” he repeated it back to you, ensuring his pronunciation was correct, when in actuality he could have rolled your name in his mouth a thousand times and never tired of the taste.

“I’d love a gin and tonic,” You offered, answering his question, “Or whatever you’re drinking.”

Drinking, he was drinking. Suddenly he was aware of how much he had been drinking. Skin hot and red, probably sweating all over you, stinking of booze. He felt the embarrassment move throughout his body as he replayed his invitation to buy you a drink. Were you just being nice to him? Wanting to find a polite way to get away from him and return to your friend? He had been so casual, so unhindered.

God, he was an idiot

“Sorry to take you away from your friends, I understand if you want to go back.”He wanted to offer you an out, feeling himself try to straighten up and will the drunkenness out of him before he embarrassed you or yourself further. But to his surprise, you cocked your head to the side, eyes narrowing to assess his change in demeanor. You could see right through him.

“Don’t get shy on me now, the nights just starting,” you offered a new, slyer smile, “isn’t it?”

He nodded slowly, the bartender finally rounded the bar top to take your orders. Nanami ordered your drink as well as one of his own, you added on the desire for some ice water. Once the drinks were down set, you offered him a little cheers, tapping your glass against his before sipping. The drink was cool and refreshing, the perfect remedy for the heat rising in your neck and face.

He was so handsome, from his carved cheekbones speckled with freckles, you wondered if they were anywhere further down his collar. His bottom lip was full and plump, parted slightly as he tasted his drink, with his face profile to yours you could see a small pink circle on the side of his nose.

“Do you wear glasses?”, you asked.

Nanami’s brows twitched slightly together, “I do.”

“You have those little impressions on your nose. From the bridge of your glasses.” You answer, without him having asked how you could tell, “I bet you look handsome with your glasses on.”

Nanami cursed himself for leaving his glasses in his coat pocket across the bar. He’ll never make that mistake again. Bringing the chilled glass to his lips, attempting to cover his smile. He feels so seen by you, the way your eyes move over every inch of him, he doesn’t know if he’s ever been observed so closely. It’s exhilarating, it’s terrifying. You’re terrifying. You’re exhilarating. You’re still looking at him. You’re looking at him expectantly. You asked him another question and he missed it. He scrambles through the last few seconds searching for what you may have said to him, and how he possibly could have missed it.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“I asked if those were your friends over there.” You pointed over his shoulder.

Nanami turned quickly, oh god too quickly, his head spinning a bit as his equilibrium struggled to catch up. Gojo was waving at him, gesturing broadly in unintelligible charades. Nanami felt his frustration flare up at both having been distracted from you and also having to once again decipher another one of Satoru’s riddles. At the meeting of their eye line, Gojo began to move over to where the pair of you were seated, Geto and Shoko sharing the weight of a stumbling Ijichi. The head vein began pulsing again, he ought to name it after Gojo the way he sets it off. Panic set throughout his body, he didn’t want you to meet his friends— or maybe he didn’t want them to meet you. Not yet. He didn’t want to risk ruining what hadn’t yet really started. Suddenly feeling very territorial of you, he turned back, once again sending his head swimming.

“Yes. Those are my coworkers. I’m not—“

“Nanamiiiiin. We gotta take Ijichi home, he’s already thrown up twice. It’s gross.” Gojo was already halfway through his sentence before reaching the bar.

You assessed the new crowd of faces. Odd faces, all so well built and specific. Between the tall man in the darkest sunglasses you had ever seen in an already dark bar, the lithe woman with purple eyeshadow and the most perfect beauty mark, and the embodiment of tall dark and handsome— you wondered what exactly Nanami did for a living. Was there some kind of work force that employed only the hottest people you had ever seen. It took you a second to notice the younger, far drunker man with his arm slung around the black haired man with the gauges. The white haired man was still talking to Nanami, maybe arguing, but they spoke too softly for you to hear specifics. Both were cut off

“So do you want a ride home or are you good here?” Gauges asked eyes moving between you and Nanami coolly, before readjusting his hold of the nearly asleep fourth man.

The woman tapped on her phone, seemingly uninvested in what was happening, now barely holding onto their friend.

The white haired man cut in before Nanami could answer, “you hit those drinks pretty hard, Nanami. We don’t want you getting taken advantage of.” His face turned toward you and although you couldn’t see his eyes, you felt them.

Wow, like really felt them, he was sizing you up, it was clear. It was confusing, his inflection was teasing-almost joking, but his energy was severe.

Nanami was seething, mortified by the intrusion and Gojo’s crass assertion, “I can get myself home.”

It would have sounded more convincing if the slurring of his voice hadn’t married the words myself and home into a mess. You noticed, realizing for the first time that you were much more sober than him. His friends noticed too.

Nanami cleared his throat before speaking again, “I’m a grown man, I don’t need you to babysit me, Gojo. I’m enjoying my evening. Please take Ijichi home.”

Gojo didn’t seem convinced, turning his face back to you and finally sliding the sunglasses down his nose to reveal the bluest pair of eyes you had ever seen. They nearly glowed in the dim club. This gesture caused the others of the group to stiffen up. The woman finally putting her phone down, Gauges eyeing him carefully, even Nanami drew in a tense breath.

“We quite like our friend Nanami, we wouldn’t want him getting hurt.” He spoke directly to you, between his height and your seated position he leaned over you slightly, “are you someone we can trust our friend with?”

Nanami was about to cut in but before he could you met those azure eyes with yours, “I quite like your friend too.,” you copied his inflection, “ I understand why you’d be wary of some stranger taking him home. Since you have your hands full, I’ll watch him for the night. If he decides he needs a ride home, why don’t I call you directly?”

Nanami felt his jaw drop, looking between you and Gojo carefully. He caught Geto’s eye, seeing him smile lightly. No one talked to Gojo like this. Shoko chuckled softly, impressed with your lack of fear in the face of their “strongest” friend. There was no way for you to know the risk you were taking, but it was thrilling nonetheless.

“That is, if he would like to join me back to mine?” You continued, looking away from Gojo and back to Nanami.

“I’d like that very much.” Nanami answered quickly, in any other situation he would be embarrassed at how eager he sounded, especially in front of his friends. But you wanted to take him home, you wanted to keep talking to him, he could see where you lived, maybe you would let him kiss you, or touch you again.

“Give me your phone.”

The request snapped Nanami from his fantasy. Gojo held his hand out expectantly. To his surprise you handed over your cell phone. Gojo typed quickly, “This is my phone number and where Nanami lives. If I don’t answer, stick him in a cab to this address. Okay?”

“Okay. It’s nice to meet you, Gojo.” You attempted to ease the tension created, “I promise you’ve left him in good hands and I’ll return him to you in one piece.” You smiled warmly at him, cutting through the attempts at intimidation, even offering a small wink to Nanami over his friend’s shoulder.

You didn’t back down, you understood why anyone would be concerned about leaving their drunk friend with a stranger. It was a testament to how much he cared, he seemed completely sober himself. Playing DD, you assumed, was not a role he took lightly. You respected his protectiveness, you had done nearly the same on many occasions. If this is what Nanami’s friends were like, you would definitely fit in. You glanced down at where Gojo had written in the notes app of your phone. A string of numbers— his cell, and an address, Nanami’s, and below that another line, just for you.

Be nice to him, he’s more sensitive than he looks :)

Yeah, you would get along with this one. You smiled up at him and Nanami both before the dark haired man slung the full weight of the now completely passed out bespectacled man on his back in an attempt at a piggy back, and smiled to you warmly,

“We’ll see you tomorrow, Kento. Have a nice night.” Before turning and leading the group toward the exit. Gojo handed off Nanami’s jacket before pushing his glasses up his nose and turning around to follow.

With no more company, the two of you were once again alone. Nanami struggled to collect his thoughts before you soothed him, “Your friends are nice. They seem to really care about you. How long have you all worked together?”

“We all went to high school together.”

“And you’re still friends? That impressive, I barely keep up with friends from that long ago.”

“We’re, sort of, stuck with each other.” Nanami started, caught in the trap of having to figure out some way to explain his job without, actually, explaining his job. Thankfully, you cut that conversational thread and moved forward.

“I hope I wasn't too forward. You don't have to come back to mine. I felt like we were just getting to talking and I didn’t want to cut it short yet. But please don’t feel obligated.” You wanted to assure him that he could proceed however he wanted to. Despite how hopelessly attracted to this man you were, you recognized your responsibility as the more sober party to remain respectful.

“No I want to!” He blurted, not thinking about his volume, quickly standing.

You laughed, “I didn’t mean now! If you want to stay and have another drink, or dance more, that's good too.”

His resolve was starting to crack, it had been nearly an hour since he first saw you enter the club. He wanted desperately to be alone with you, suddenly the club was too hot and too crowded and too loud. Everything was overwhelming, and the only thing he wanted to overwhelm him was you.

Still standing he stepped in toward you a sudden surge of confidence lowering his voice and causing his head to dip down to meet you at eye level, “I would, very much like to join you back at your place.”

His voice was dripping with want, the eroticism behind his words lidding his eyes and sending chills down the side of your neck. You let out a small shaky breath before standing up, chest nearly colliding with his, sending him back up to his full height.

“Let me tell my friend I’m leaving. Stay here.”

You nearly ran to find Sophie and your mutual friends at a table of their own. Leaving Nanami to settle his tab and wait patiently at the bar for your return. Your heart was beating so fast you could barely hear the music. When you finally found her, you pulled her close to speak directly into her ear.

“I’m taking blondie back to mine. You all good here?”

She gave you a taunting oooh before smiling, “you really do work fast. Next time lets see if you can last two full hours before taking someone home.”

You rolled your eyes before giving her a tight hug and grabbing your jacket, “love you, text me when you get home.”

Waving to your other friends you turned on your heels and saw Nanami still standing at the bar patiently at the bar patiently. He hadn't pulled out his phone to pass the time, he simply waited, just as you had told him. God, if he could follow benign instructions like this so well, you can only imagine how well he would do with something more salacious. You had to relax, you knew nothing would happen tonight. He would come over and crash, and that was enough for now.

Nanami counted to six in his head over and over, trying to measure his breaths as though if he increased his oxygen intake he wouldn't be drunk anymore. The sides of his vision were fuzzy and dreamlike, ears hot, tongue a bit dry, all his physical indicators of intoxication were present. He paid his tab, the only things on it were your and his brief shared drink. Realizing that since Gojo( maybe Geto?) had purchased the earlier rounds, he actually had no way of knowing how much he had had tonight. What had he gotten himself into? His attempts to sober up proved inefficient because just as quickly as you had left, you were standing in front of him once more wearing your jacket and sliding your purse over your shoulder. You still looked so beautiful,

“Ready?”

He nodded, “Ready.”

And now he sat in the back of a cab, behind the driver, you on the other side. Had he remembered to open the door for you? Had you two waited outside for the cab to pull up long? A window had been cracked allowing fresh, night air to brush past his face. Your thumb ran over the back of his hand. You were holding his hand. He looked down to confirm that your fingers were interlocked with his resting on the middle seat between the two of you. They looked good like that, his long fingers laced with yours. How long had you been holding hands? Eyes wandering he saw the skin of your thigh where your skirt had ridden up, he wanted to feel your leg against his, the space between you in the backseat suddenly feeling cavernous.

“You’re so far away.” he mutters, not really intending to say so out loud.

Without saying anything you giggled and scooted closer to him, moving your joined hands into your lap and your leg right against his. You tipped your head up to look at him, he wanted desperately to kiss you. Just as he began to lean into your lips you stopped him with your fingers.

“Not yet.” was all you offered him as conciliation.

He nodded, lips still restrained by your fingertips. The faint smell of the lime you had squeezed into your drink still lingering. Even just having his lips on your fingertips sent his body into a frenzy. But he was a patient man. Drunk or not, he knew how to wait for what he wanted. Still, he allowed himself to indulge a little, he kissed your finger tips before pulling back with a sigh, nodding silently.

The rest of the drive was quick, or at least it felt quick. You lived in an apartment building and when the cab pulled up outside, you handed over a few bills before sliding out of the door closest to you. Nanami began to move toward his before it opened suddenly. You had opened his door for him and were now offering your hand to help him out. He stared up at you entranced, he felt romanced by you. It dawned on him that he had truly let himself be “picked up”. Taking your hand he exited the car and tried to think if he had ever had this happen before. Women approached him sure, men too, but whenever he allowed himself to spend the night with someone they had always come back to his place. It allowed him a sense of control, and thus comfort in a vulnerable situation. Vulnerability did not come naturally to him, not now anyway. He wasn't prudish or uncomfortable with casual sex, but he liked to remain the organizer of them. Much like everything in his life he liked it to remain under his control. But tonight, you had steered him right to your door and he was so willing, it dawned on him only once that maybe he could have gotten himself in a dangerous situation. He barely knew anything about you, he knew your name, and now where you lived, but the rest of you was a mystery to him. And yet here he was, following you down the hallway to your apartment door truly not caring what could be on the other side as long as it meant more time with you.

You hesitated at the front door, holding your keys in one hand, aimed at the lock.

“I want you to know I’ll call your friend whenever you like. If you decide you want to leave, you just say so and It won't be a problem. You won't hurt my feelings and it doesn’t have to be awkward.” It felt redundant at his point, but you couldn't shake the discomfort of having taken him home in this state. He had nodded off briefly in the cab, holding your hand tightly, before coming too and staring at you with wide eyes. You nearly backed off then and redirected the driver to the address his friend-- neigh, Bodyguard-- had written down. But then he had wanted you to come closer, and tried to kiss you. You knew he wasn't thinking clearly, but still he sought you out.

Gnawing the inside of your lip you looked up at him nervously, waiting for his response. Nanami looked down at you, his already drooping eyes still warm toward you, “I really like you. I think you’re beautiful. I bet you're a great decorator, can I please see what you’ve done to your apartment?”

His response made you laugh again. He Hadn't really answered you, but it was clear what he wanted. You weren't sure if he was intending to be funny, but nonetheless, the anxiety you had just felt slipped away once again and you turned the lock, leading him inside. You liked your apartment, it wasn't the nicest place available. But it was a two bedroom you could afford by yourself, with a good sized kitchen and small personal patio. Frankly, you were lucky to have even found it. You were a good decorator, and you were proud of the job you had done with the interior. A large, well managed and organized bookshelf along one wall with a recliner and side table, art along the walls you had collected since first moving away from home. A medium sized brown couch that was perfect for movie nights with Sophie or an afternoon nap. You had made a home here, and you were thankful for the chance to show it off.

“Wow…” Nanami’s voice sounded nice inside of your home.

“You like it?” you began to shed your jacket, hanging it on a tree rack by the door and clicking on a few lights. You offered to take his coat.

“It’s beautiful, so warm.” Nanami began to slip his jacket down his shoulder, suddenly realizing he didn't actually remember putting it on, “you did all of this yourself?”

You barely heard his question, distracted by the way his shirt stretched over the muscles of his back, “Uh.. yeah. I moved in about three years ago. So it's been a process but I’m pretty proud of how it turned out.”

You turned to hang his coat next to yours, even they looked cute together. He removed his shoes carefully, still stumbling a bit before he took a few steps into your apartment’s main room.

“Why don’t you take a seat.” you gestured to the couch

He sat gracelessly, cushion sinking more under him than he expected. His couch at home was pretty stiff, yours was soft and pliant under his weight. He steadied himself again, feeling embarrassed suddenly.

“I dont usually drink like this, I drink.. Just not so….like this?” He attempted to save some face in the wake of his stumble.

You stood by the edge of the couch before moving into the kitchen area.

“Are you hungry? I could make us something before bed.” You offered, more needing an escape from the building sexual tension than feeling any actual hunger.

“Oh I couldn’t put you out like that…” He started, feeling his limbs get heavy with comfort as the softness of your couch lulled him to lay down. It wouldn't hurt to just lay down a little, right?

“It's no trouble, really! We may feel better in the morning if we eat something now.” you called from behind him. Your voice seemed further away somehow as he pressed his cheek against the soft suede beneath him.

The couch smelled so good, like incense and home cooked food. He wondered if you had a pet he hadn't yet seen, or if you wanted one. Were you a dog person? Or did you prefer cats? Maybe you were one of those people into reptiles, he could learn to love one if you wanted him to. In this state he would do anything you asked him. Which was precisely why he wasn't getting the one thing he wanted from you, he buried his frustrated expression further into the couch. A small groan exiting his lips. Your hand brushed the back of his neck, rousing him back to attention.

“Kento, honey? You still with me?” your voice was so sweet saying his name, he wanted to hear it again. Once he looked up at you he saw you had a glass of water in your hand offering it to him, “Are you good to sleep in these clothes or should I look for something for you to wear?”

He was still in his dress clothes, not his work dress clothes, but not exactly lounge wear. His button up was stiff and pants had been well tailored, hell, he was still wearing his belt, “thank you.” he accepted the water, and by proxy your offer.

He was left alone in your living room. Slurping down the cool water he tried once against to regain his composure. Had he fallen asleep again just now? You seemed to have abandoned the idea of eating so he must have drifted off. This job really had run him ragged.

“They still may not be the right size, but they’ll work for the night I think.” You returned from the side room, presumably your bedroom, with a pair of black sweatpants, “They used to be my brother’s, but they've got some paint stains from when I redid the bathroom. Sorry I don't really have anything else.”

He accepted them graciously, setting the water down on a coaster before standing, “Thank you, this is all very nice of you. Letting me stay the night like this, I'm really not usually like this…”he started to repeat himself.

“It's really no trouble, it's been a long time since I let a man as handsome as you sleep on my couch.”

The couch. So he wouldn't be joining you in bed tonight. Part of him had hoped that even though he wouldn't be sleeping with you tonight, he could at least sleep in your bed, “The couch, huh?” His half awake state allowed the thought to slip out half formed.

“Mhm, the couch. You two seem to have really hit it off. I'm certain the drool puddle wasn't there when I left.” You pointed to a small wet spot on the cushion where his face had been.

Once again the embarrassment of his current state shot through his body like electricity, so he had fallen asleep again. He hung his head cringing at himself, “Oh jesus…I cant believe this.. I’m--”

You cut him off, “You really don't need to be sorry. I like having you here. And tomorrow morning maybe we can have coffee and talk some more. I hope you don't think I was just inviting you over to fuck you.”

His breath caught, “No, I- well.. I thought you--”

“I, of course, want to fuck you. And I don't really see any point in hiding it anymore now that you’re here. But it’s just not going to happen tonight. And I don't think I'll get a wink of sleep next to you when all I can think about is that. Does that make sense?”You were tired, you didn't want to be coy and demure anymore. You wanted to be frank and upfront about how you felt and what you wanted. Nanami nodded understandingly, although still a little surprised at your confession. You continued, “So, you’ll sleep here. I’ll sleep in my bed. I usually wake up at 8, the door to my bedroom is unlocked. If you need anything during the night, please don't hesitate to wake me up. The bathroom is the door behind you, you can change in there.”

Nanami was awestruck by your instructional tone, it sent his mind in a thousand directions; thinking of you telling him house work that needed to be done on the weekend, to you telling him exactly how to please you. He wanted you so badly, pants growing tighter, breath getting heavier. You stepped forward, nearly right up against his chest.

“I hope you're not too disappointed that I won't take advantage of you tonight.” Your voice soft.

“I respect your self control.” His eyes were locked on your lips, so plump and soft looking.

“I’m going to bed,”You leaned in closer, so close he could smell your perfume again, still as hypnotic as it was in the club, “Goodnight, Kento.”

You pressed your lips against his cheek. His body shuddered as your lips lingered there before you pulled away back on flat feet. Trying desperately to regulate his racing heart, Nanmi looked at you desperately.

“Goodnight.”

You turned back to the side room hitting a wall switch to extinguish the kitchen light before closing your bedroom door and leaving him in your dimly lit living room. He could still feel your lips burning on his cheek, he stood for a few seconds not wanting any other sensations that could potentially dull this one. Finally, he shed his pants, folding them haphazardly and setting them on your recliner. He sweatpants you had given him fit okay, the drawstring was broken so they hung pretty loose around his hips, showing just the elastic of his briefs. He undid the rest of his shirt buttons and folded it to stack atop his pants. He hoped you wouldn't mind, but he never slept with a shirt on. Honestly, he didn't usually sleep with pants on either, he already ran hot but sleeping was an entirely different story. Sleeping fully clothed almost always culminated in him waking up in a pool of sweat as though he had just broken a fever. Laying on his back on the couch he pulled a throw blanket over him, mind racing with thoughts of tomorrow.

In your room you stared up at the ceiling of your bedroom. You had returned to your room like every night, put on an old t shirt and shorts as you always did, washed your face and brushed your hair as though it was any old night, turned on your white noise and gotten into bed as if there wasn't the most attractive and charming man you had ever met settling in to sleep on your couch at this very moment. The nights events played and replayed in your mind on a loop, the intensity of his gaze across the floor, the way he had materialized right in front of you, the feeling of his body pressed up behind yours, his hands on your back back, his hand in yours, him asking to kiss you in the cab, him snoring softly on your couch, the way he had looked at you as he said goodnight. You had never felt so pulled toward another person before. It was far from a perfect night, on a perfect night you’d be fucking each other blind until the sun came up at this very moment. On a perfect night you wouldn't have even been in that club, you would already be his, spending romantic evenings reading and cooking. You wondered if he liked to read, what his favorite meals were, if he wanted pets, if he would want to move in here or if he’d ask you to move in with him. You recognized the street name of his address, he lived in a far nicer part of the city than you did. You wondered what his place looked like, if he had decorated it personally or if he had help. God, you haven't even asked if he had a girlfriend. You checked for a ring while you were dancing, but you got so caught up that the idea of a girlfriend hadn’t even crossed your mind. You rolled onto your side trying to relieve some anxiety, he didn't have a girlfriend. You met his friends, they were intense, sure. And sure, one of them had lightly threatened you, but it didn't seem like the threat was rooted in a fear of infidelity. It seemed like the threat came purely from a safety standpoint.

Were you being irresponsible? Was it smart of you to have brought him here so easily? You rarely brought hook ups here, almost always opting to follow them home and politely excuse yourself in the morning. You found yourself bending so many of your usual rules for him, giving your information to his friends, leaving the club so quickly, bringing him to your apartment. Nanami was so big and looked so strong, it probably wouldn't take a lot for him to overpower you. You had practically offered yourself to him on a silver plate. And yet, you couldn't bring yourself to be afraid of him. You couldn't say that you knew him well enough to know he was safe, but you just…trusted him. And you felt that he trusted you too.

Your lips still tingled from kissing him. It was just a goodnight kiss, a simple gesture intended to convey continued interest but the end of the conversation around sex. You could call it chaste, even. And yet here you were, lips feeling electrified from a mere two second kiss on the cheek. Whatever product he uses in his hair smelled incredible, like honey or tobacco or sandalwood. Something organic and masculine. The soft sound of surprise he had let out when you touched the back of his sleeping neck resounded in your ears. His voice was so pretty, your mind attempted to conjure what he could sound like when he climaxed. If he would let out a low, husky groan, or if he would whine and beg you for more. You felt your pussy dampen at what your imagination offered you. Thoughts of him were consuming you, seconds moving by glacially as you begged for sleep to take over and bring the beautiful, sober light of day through your bedroom window. When it finally did your dreams were abstract but they were blue and honey and blonde.

Nanami could already feel his head pulsing before he opened his eyes. Oh God. When he finally did manage to pry his eyes open, he found himself not looking at his bedroom wall. He wasn't in his bedroom at all. He wasn't in his bed. Where the fuck was he? He sat up slowly, head pounding and back aching. He took in his new surroundings: he was on a couch, there were his clothes folded on the chair, he remembered taking them off, he looked to the coffee table and saw a glass of water mostly untouched with two small painkillers next to it. It must have been left there by you. YOU! This was your apartment, he had slept on your couch in your apartment! Memories of the previous night came screaming back against his aching head. The club, the shots, meeting you, dancing, you taking him home, you taking care of him-- oh god he was so drunk. Had he really fallen asleep twice? He was mortified. He didn't know if he could face seeing you. He remembered Gojo’s threats and his cheeks burned both in embarrassment and rage, where does he get off acting like some kind of guardian over him. Then again, if he was that drunk then maybe he needed it…maybe just not that one. He stood up on shaky, sore legs, even these pants weren't his. He needed to leave before he embarrassed you or himself any further. This was a mistake, he can't believe he let himself get so carried away, you must have thought he was some drunken fool who cant take care of himself. Maybe he was a drunken fool who couldnt take care of himself.

He unfolded his pants and wracked his brain for whether you had told him which door was your bathroom so he could change back into his own clothes. Just as he was trying to remember which door you had said led to the bathroom, you emerged from the side room yawning.

“Good morning!” You stretched a bit as you walked into the kitchen, “I hope you weren't planning on running off before I got out here. I set the coffee to make enough for two and if you don't drink part of it, I'll be buzzing for the rest of the day.”

The lilt of your laugh brought it all back. He knew exactly how he let himself get carried away. You were magnificent, even more beautiful in the morning light, hair undone, legs exposed under your sleep shorts, what appeared to be a well loved sweatshirt hanging off your shoulders. You took his breath away, he couldn't believe you were actually real. Not some dream his drunken state had conjured to torment him.

You were so grateful to have your back turned on him, it was stupid of you to assume he would have slept in that button up, and you hadn't given him a shirt to wear, despite having an extensive collection of oversized t-shirts that would certainly have covered him. But seeing him shirtless in your living room just for the duration of your walk from bedroom to coffee maker was enough to nearly make you falter right then and there. He was so, fucking, built. How does one even get a body like that, did he live at the gym? He hadn't really explained what it was he did for work, was he a trainer? You weren't really a big gym person, but you could be convinced to start going if it meant watching him huff and puff and sweat.

“Good morning. I don't know where to begin…”, His voice was the same as the previous night, low and smooth, but this morning it was more reserved, more even and controlled, “I can’t thank you enough for helping me out last night. I really can't believe my own behavior. I’m truly sorry.”

You turned to face him, you were expecting some kind of hangover induced remorse, but he sounded genuinely apologetic, as though he had imposed himself upon you rather than having been invited as a guest.

He continued, “I know it doesn't mean much, but I don’t go out very often. I had had a rough few weeks at work and my friends wanted to help me loosen up a bit. Apparently I did a little too good of a job with that part. I'm so sorry to have put you out, I hope your night wasn’t ruined by having to take care of me. I'm grateful to you, I'm just so…”

“How do you take it?” you cut him off before allowing him to apologize to you once again, turning back around to the two cups of coffee you had poured.

“Excuse me?”

“Your coffee,” you opened the fridge to see if you even had any milk to offer him.

“I--”

“I have sugar, or honey if you prefer, and then I don't have any cream but i do have oat milk. I usually take mine with one sugar. How do you take yours?”

Nanami was beside himself, mid flagellation, completely shut down and now once again having to ask something of you, “One sugar is perfect.”

You dropped about a teaspoon of sugar into each mug, giving them both a quick stir before setting the spoon in the sink and walking over to the couch to meet him. Getting close you saw that his freckles did extend down onto his shoulders. Small scatterings of cinnamon dusted on fair, even skin. You handed him one mug, your favorite mug actually, it was dark blue and hand thrown. You had bought it at an art fair when you first moved to town, you’d tell him that story eventually.

“I don’t want you to apologize to me. I’m glad I met you last night. And I’m glad you stayed over. And I'm especially glad you're still here now.” You took a seat on your usual spot on the couch, to the right of him. He was still standing, body facing the kitchen but face watching you intently, now holding his mug but not drinking. You patted the spot next to you on the couch. He sat down, silence fell between the two of you as you sipped your coffee again. He followed suit, the steaming drink already starting to soothe his hangover. He couldn't help the soft moan the escaped him, drinking down the relief of caffeine.

“Taste okay?” you checked in.

“Its perfect. Thank you.” he felt himself loosen up, his brain choosing to be kinder and remind himself of the parts of last night that had gone well. Making you laugh, making you smile, dancing with you, the smell of your hair, your lips on his cheek. You were sat facing him, back against the arm of the couch, legs curled in front of you, he sat up right with his feet planted on the ground, allowing his poster to relax a bit and lean against the back of your couch.

You took his relaxation as an opportunity to take him in. So this was what he was like in the morning: shyer, a bit stiffer, still so fucking handsome. His brown eyes were still a bit droopy with sleep (and likely a bit of light sensitivity), a light impression of the hem of your couch cushion had imprinted itself on his cheek, his hairstyle had fallen and his blonde strands now hung loosely in front of his face. And he still hasn't put a shirt on. His torso was like something in a museum. Strong, broad shoulders sat atop full, muscle built pectorals. The hair there was light and looked soft, it became darker and coarser leading down his toned stomach. You longed to run your tongue over every inch of him, but chose instead to sip your coffee and gawk somewhat openly. Finally the silence became too much and you spoke up again,

“When do I need to have you back to your bodyguard?” you teased sliding your knee to bump against his.

“My-- oh, Gojo, don’t worry about him. He’s likely forgotten all about it.” Nanami tried to cover up the hopefulness in his voice. “Do you have anywhere you need to be today?”

It was a Friday, it was plausible you would have to go into a job today, but he didn't know what you did for work so it was equally plausible that you, like him, were off. To his delight you shook your head, smiling coyly over the rim of your coffee cup, leaning back against the throw pillows he had arranged to rest his head last night. Feeling more confident now that he had shaken off the initial mortification, Nanami scooted closer to you on the couch, setting his mug down on your coffee table. He moved one hand to gently take your mug and place it on the coffee table beside his. He then put his hands at the top of your knees and pulled you closer to him, so you were nearly sitting in his lap.

“So I have a question.” He kept his hands on your legs as he spoke.

“Mm?” you were too stunned to form any actual words.

“Last night, you said something to me. Something about wanting to wait until this morning to fuck me,” he shocked himself at his boldness, “how do you feel about that now?”

Your eyes were wide, pupils nearly all encompassing as his hands touched your skin, this was the most you had touched since the dance floor. His fingertips felt like they were burning you, but the way a hot bath burns your skin just before it becomes relaxing.

This was it, you met his eyes, flicking down briefly to his lips, then back up,“I am still, very interested. What about you.”

Nanami moved one hand over your shoulder, to the back of your neck, leaning in so close you could feel his breath on your lips and he spoke, “I can't believe you made me wait all night.”

He pushed his lips to yours, finally feeling the kiss you both had waited so desperately for. His lips were so soft, the coffee you prepared lingering on both of you. His hand on your neck rose to tangle in your hair and yours reached out to find his neck, his shoulder, his hair-- fucking ANYTHING. He leaned over you slightly, catching a momentary moan and sliding his tongue between your lips, he found himself moaning, feeling your tongue slide against his. Your hands were on his back now, feeling the muscles flex and retract at every turn of his head or readjustment of his hands. The hand not on your head how found your waist, sliding up and down your form savoring every roll and bump and divot his fingers could find. Finally, fucking finally he could touch you, his lips slotted against yours over and over, allowing your tongues adjust and readjust, it was messy and desperate and so passionate, Nanami kissed you like he would never kiss you or anyone else every again. Like a man who knew he could die tomorrow and never again know the warmth of a kiss this intense. You pulled away briefly for air and before his hungry lips could pull you back down you started to remove your top. He met your hands half way and finished the motion for you, you hadn't put a bra on since waking up, opting instead for the thick sweatshirt instead. Your chest was now as exposed as his was. As desperate as he was to have your lips on his again, he took a moment to admire you. Your breasts were full, and round enough to fit perfectly in his grip, nipples hardened already in your exhilaration, still so reactive for him. He wondered if you were wet already, and if so- how wet were you. He couldn't wait to find out. He was staring, lost in his thoughts of how best to appreciate everything you were giving him. So much care, so much trust, your beautiful body. He wanted to know how best to show you what it meant to him.

You squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze. Since you shed your top he was staring at you. You didn't mind it at first, but it was starting to make you self conscious. You weren't insecure about your body, but the intensity of his gaze, how you could nearly hear his mind racing, made you desperate to know what he thought. Finally he broke his gaze away from your chest, raising up one hand to hold your right breast firmly, he looked deep into your eyes moving to kiss you again, softer and more intimately but still just as passionate as before.

“So beautiful…” he said in between kisses, “Even better than I imagined. You’re so beautiful.”

You moaned against his lips as he massaged your chest. He redirected his kisses down the side of your neck, across your collarbone and right to the breast held in his hand. He kissed around the nipple before finally taking it into his mouth. A haughty moan was pulled from you as he sucked hard, eyes flicking up to watch you arch under his mouth. He moved to the otherside, and your hand took refuge in the short hair at the back of his neck. The cropped undercut left little to grip, so your nails dug lightly into his scalp. He moaned around your nipple, eyes rolling back slightly, and hips jutting into the couch involuntarily.

You marvel at his reaction, letting out a small chuckle before moving your nails across his hair again, “You like that?”

He nods wordlessly, mouth still full of you. He knew he was kissing hard enough to bruise, he didn't care. The taste of your skin, the feeling of your body under his, of your fingers in your hair had him feeling drunker than last night. He couldn't get enough of you, he was truly insatiable. He began to move to return to the first side of your chest when you pulled him back up to your mouth, kissing him hard.

“‘Need you.” you pleaded against him

“Need you too, so fucking bad.” He agreed, leaning back upright, and bringing you with him.

You pulled off and stood up quickly, your boobs bouncing as you moved, he would have been embarrassed of the sizable tent growing in the borrowed sweatpants, if he had had any remaining brain power to think about anything other than fucking you. But he didn’t. He stood up and followed you into your bedroom. You had a queen bed, a small wardrobe, a vanity table that appeared to double as a work desk and maybe moonlighted as a craft station. He couldn’t wait to find out what clothes went in what drawers, maybe eventually you would let him keep some of his work clothes here so he could spend the night on weekdays. You turned to face him before reaching the bed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down once again to kiss you. His hands fell to your exposed waist, the skin so soft and supple, they teased along the topline of your shorts, lingering to be told the next move. Without him having to ask, you nodded against his lips, and his hands dipped underneath the waist band, finding not underwear but only skin. His hands gripped into the meat of your ass, pulling moans from both of you. Your own hands had slipped down his stomach and began to remove the second hand pants from him as well. Finding the tangled up positioning complicated, you both pulled away briefly to remove the last of your clothing before you led him in climbing on the bed. He followed suit, ogling openly at how your body curved and folded and stretched with every motion. You were nearly serpentine the way your hips shifted climbing onto your bed. His cock was so hard between his legs, pre cum dripping onto your comforter as he followed your crawl. As you turned onto your back, he was right behind you, moving himself between your legs to meet your lips once more. A hand started on the back of one of your thighs, causing you to shiver deliciously.

“You're so sensitive.” He praised, sliding a finger feather light from your ass to the back of your knee.

You mewled unabashedly, proving his point. Finger trailing back down, his hands now gripped both of your thighs, he was on his knees before you, parting your legs further to finally, FINALLY look right at your glistening wet pussy. He nearly fainted at the sight. Lower lips parted to reveal the most beautiful, most delicious looking pussy he had ever seen. He couldn't stop himself, he leaned right down and planted a kiss directly onto it. His eyes rolled back in his head at the sensation, the taste, the smell, the feel of your pussy lips against his mouth, soft pubic hair brushing his nose and he gave a long lick from bottom to top.

“Thank you,” he was so grateful to you. For last night, for taking care of him, for being here this morning, for being here at all, he couldn't believe he had found you like this, and he planned to make the most of his chance.

Never in your life had you been thanked by someone eating your pussy. But here was Kento Nanami devouring you like he hadn't eaten in weeks and whimpering gratitudes into your wetness. You hadn't had time to even realize his intentions before he pushed his tongue between your lips, and once he had your brain had short circuited, causing you to assume the initial “thank you” had been all in your head. It wasn't until it was a mantra he clung to while increasing his ferocity that you realized he really was thanking you. Your hands flew to his hair again, this time pushing back the longer strands in the front that had gathered in his face. You pulled hard when he first sucked your clit into his mouth, the moan he let out sent vibrations up your body and added to the pleasure he was already giving you. Your legs were over his shoulders, your hands in his hair, his mouth was taking you apart one lap at a time, one of his hands found your breasts again, there was so much sensation it was like he knew precisely how to make you unravel before him.

Nanami didn't even realize he was rutting his hips into your mattress, his body desperately seeking friction to his painfully hard cock. He didnt think he had been this hard in years, he couldnt think at-fucking-all. The only thing on his mind was how good you tasted, how pretty you sounded above him, he wanted to hear you say his name, he wanted to make you say his name. He brought his free hand up and slid two of his fingers up and down your folds, getting them thoroughly wet before stopping them just in front of your already clenching hole.

“Do you want these?” his voice is even lower than before, mouth pornographically drenched in you.

You nodded helplessly, just looking at him between your legs threatening to make you cum. He gave a rough squeeze to the breast he held, “No.” he corrected, “ask me.”

You knew what game he wanted to play now, you knew he could tell how much wetter you had just gotten at his darker tone and rougher grip, the tiny showcase of his strength already sending your mind reeling to know how rough he could really get with you. But not right now, now you needed him, any of him, inside of you more than you needed air. So you’ll play along.

“Please, oh fuck please Kento, please put your fingers inside me, i need it. I need it so bad, please.”

More than pleased with your efforts, he slides his fingers into you, they go in so easily, youre so fucking wet. He resumes his meal, already itching to taste you again, now using his fingers to draw even more wetness out of you and onto his tongue. He curls his fingers slightly upward and your moans raise in pitch. He’s hit it, if he keeps this up you’ll cum in no time. You're panting, your moaning, you’re nearly screaming and Kento continues to thrust his long fingers into you, hitting your g spot with inhuman accuracy. You can feel it, you’re nearly there.

“K-Kento i’m..oh fuck i..I’m cumming of fuck I--”, a half scream-half moan rips through your lungs robbing you of the end of your sentence as he pulls your orgasm out of you. You're shaking, you’re pulling his hair, you’re repeating his name over and over until it's completely garbled in your mouth. He takes everything you give him, holding your hips down firmly so you stay connected to his mouth, not letting up with his fingers until he's satisfied you’re through the totality of your first climax. He continues lazy licks as you come down from your high, slowly easing out his fingers and sucking those clean as well.

From your spot on your back you look down at him still panting and dazed from cumming harder than you thought possible with another person. You and your trusty vibrator had made some good memories, but you never expected someone could make you cum like that on the first try. He knew it too, he could see it on your face as he savored the remnants of your cum on his fingers. You moved your hands to his shoulders, weakly pulling, urging him to come up to you. He followed your lead and moved his body over you. You could finally see how fucking hard he was. And how fucking big he was. Just by looking you had to assume he was seven or eight inches long, and he was thick, thicker towards the head than at the base, two pretty veins wrapped around him, the tip was so pink it was nearly red, sticky with precum and still weeping. It curved upward, wanting to rest against his lower abdomen, and the darker blond hair there that grew at the base of him. He clearly kept it groomed, it not being too long or unkempt, but you were grateful it was there. The monstrous thing would probably only look more intimidating without it.

He could see that you were doing the same mental calculations he had seen in every partner he had ever had, and he tucked away the immature arrogant pride and chose to instead kiss the side of your mouth, along your jaw, and up to the shell of your ear,

“It’ll fit, you're already so wet for me, and if it doesn't fit all in one go, that's okay. We can work our way up to it. Trust me.” He kissed your neck soothingly, and that was all you needed. You could already feel yourself dampening again, you wanted so desperately to please him, had just made you cum so hard, you had to at least try to settle the score. Finding his lips once again, you pulled him into another desperate kiss, this time trailing your hand down and wrapping your hand around his cock. Using his already collected precum to coat his shaft, you moved your hand up and down a few times, trying to find the right rhythm before his hand gripped your wrist sternly, forcing you to look him in the eye,

“I nearly came already just from eating your pussy, if you touch me like that I’ll cum right now and I have to be inside of you at least once before then.” he moves your hand away from him and above your head. You keep it there, although direction is ungiven, and he seems pleased by this. He moves to his knees between your legs, Wrapping your legs around his waist, he grips his desperate cock and slides it against your pussy, collecting as much arousal as he can. He doesn’t want to hurt you, he knows how big he is, he knows if he bottoms out without enough prep it won’t feel good for you the way it would for him, he wants you to feel good. He wants you to make that sound again. That pretty scream of his name and pure pleasure. You watch him as he becomes laser focused on the point where you'll be connected in mere moments, you feel honored, in a way to see him like this. He’s being so attentive, so thoughtful and he's making you feel so good. Your hand reaches up and touches the side of his face, and he leans into your palm, nuzzling into it.

“I trust you, Kento. Please, baby, fill me up, I need you so bad, please fuck me.”

He presses a kiss to the heel of your hand, the light breaks in your voice making cock twitch in his own hand, he can’t wait any longer, he begins easing himself inside. He tries, he really tries to go as slow as he can, but hes so fucked out and desperate he cant control his movements as well as he usually would. Feeling him push inside of you, you’ve never been so full in your life, he stretches you so nicely, a slight burn but the combination of foreplay and your first orgasm soothe any pain or anxiety you may have had. His eyes are closed, his brows are furrowed, lips parted and still wet. He looks so beautiful like this. You think he's finally gotten all the way in as he stops his movements, you couldn't be more wrong, his hands lift your hips up slightly, more aligned with his pelvis and he slides back out an inch, before pushing the rest of his length inside of you. You feel him against your cervix, you feel him along every inch inside of you.

Looking down at you, he finally opens his eyes, you look so beautiful filled with him. Mouth dropped open, a warm flush settling over your chest and neck, one hand gripping his arm tightly, the other buried in the blanket beneath you. He wants to keep you like this forever, he attempts to push even deeper, seeing how far you can really take him. Gasping your back arches away from his grasp, but he pulls you back to him.

“Just like this, take it all. Look at you, such a good girl for me. Taking every inch.” His praise coaxes you to relax again. He's so deep inside of you, it feels amazing, “You think I can move now, baby?”

You nod desperately. He starts a slow thrust, opening you up little by little. He's hitting every spot inside of you, you don't know how but you can already feel another orgasm building from just the first few thrusts.

“How do you expect me to fuck you properly, when she wont let me go.” he teases above you, sliding his fingers in a V shape along your innermost fold, right where you’ve gripped around him so tightly.

“‘Mm sorry.” you gasp out barely registering the conversation.

“Oh fuck,” he sputters, finally able to pull completely out before diving back in.

Youre finally warmed up enough for him to fuck completely. He pulls on your legs to place over his shoulder as he deepens his thrusts. Your moans are syncing with his, his movements are starting to become jerky again, trying to control himself as much as possible, Kento brings a thumb to circle your clit making you see stars behind your eyelids, when you open your eyes the only thing you can see his him, gripping onto you leg firmly, staring intently at how well you’re taking him, watching himself move in and out of you. He feels you start to grow tighter around him before you can even start to whimper out,

“Fuck, fuck, kento I---aughhh.” you came around him with no warning,the feeling of you pussy spasming and tightening around him is nearly enough for him to lose his own. He releases a deep moan.

“Where can I cum, please baby, fuck where do you want me to cum, i’m so fucking close.” he can feel the sweat dripping down his face, he’s so dangerously close to blowing it inside of you. He wants to so badly, but he needs to hear you want him to.

“Inside, please, inside me, i need you to fill me up, please fuck.”

Music to his fucking ears, he carried on with his thrusts as you continue begging him to cum inside of you. Your wicked tongue is so dangerous, anything you asked of him in this moment he would do, as long as it meant he could stay like this forever. His thrusts grow shorter, faster, more frantic, he’s truly rutting against you, so deseperate for release the only word on his lips is a repetition of “fuck” and your name. It sounds so good coming from him, like he was born to say it. Finally, he lets out a long strangled cry, coming from low in his belly. You can feel his cock twitch inside of you as his release covers your inner walls. He thrusts a few more times, emptying himself completely before stilling his movements, still locked inside of you.

Heavy pants fill the room, cutting through the thickened air. Nanami collapses over you, resting his head on your chest, the sound of your heart quickening underneath him cutting a smile into his face. You brush the front of his hair off his head once more, cycling your fingers through the sweat-dampened strands. Contented, satisfied sighs escaped both of you, neither of you spoke, neither of you wanted to, not wanting anything to break up this bliss of this moment.

Morning light dripped through your window curtains, golden rays illuminating his features, the freckles on his cheeks, the soft wrinkles by his eyes, a small scar cut into the arch of one eyebrow. He really was beautiful, you wondered how many people had gotten to see him like this. A man of his stature, his strength, completely unguarded. One of his large hands found yours, bringing it up to his lips, kissing your fingers, so sweet, so intimate. You really could fall in love with him. Finally, he looked up to face you, eyes catching the light and turning gold, he winced lightly, still feeling the sensitivity of his hangover. You flattened your palm in the path of the sun’s beam, offering his tender eyes solace in the shade. The gesture is short lived as he moves up to press his lips against yours again, his still buried cock shifting and igniting your inner nerves once again. Feeling you begin to tremble, Nanami wills himself to pull out and move onto his back next to you, one large arm wrapping around you, desperate to not be parted from you for even a second. You rest your forehead against the side of his neck snuggling up to his side. His smell fills your nose, the lingering cologne that you first smelled on the club’s crowded floor, mixed with something so uniquely and naturally him. You felt his lips press onto your forehead, arms pulling you tighter to his side.

Kento was the first to break the silence, “would you want to have dinner with me tonight?”

Your lips curve warmly already imagining how handsome he’ll look like in a nice restaurant, candlelight flicking over his face, maybe he’ll even wear his glasses.

“I’d love that.”

Author’s notes:

Okay thank you guys! I hope you enjoyed!I know I did, I know I said it earlie but I haven’t written in forever so I would love to hear some feedback! Don’t be scared, I know I can take it!

it’s up on Ao3 too.

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do your duty (omega!illumi x alpha!reader)

description: omegaverse au where after you, a wealthy high born, presented as an alpha, your parents immediately arranged for your marriage to illumi zoldyck, an omega, when you both came of age. as you began to resent the idea over the years, you had no idea that the allegedly haughty and indifferent illumi had begun to feel the opposite…

authors note: okay i have been reading faaaarrrr too much omegaverse lately. i’ll get to the requests in my inbox soon, this just was demanding to be written. doesn’t a touch starved omega illumi sound appealing?

warnings: ooc illumi (he’s not an assassin in this and nen doesn’t exist, he’s only a haughty rich kid with an inability to process emotion bc mummy and daddy were mean to him), omegaverse (speaks for itself), arranged marriages, abusive parents, lack of choice and freedom, mentions of ownership,,,just so much morally grey shit pls be aware of this

i know typically children/babies in omegaverse are called pups but for some reason that gives me such a major ick so imma just call them kids (also its perfectly ok if you wanna call them pups but for me personally i can’t) 

word count: 3.2k

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Th switching...The word play teewwww good oml

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🌙 staring. Mingyu x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. “If the roles were reversed - if you were a ghost bound to this apartment forever - you’re saying you wouldn’t watch me get naked every day?” He’s definitely got a point. As your eyes skim Mingyu's perfect form again, that tingle returns between your legs. There’s no reason for him to be as sexy as he is- murders aren’t the only shocking thing this man has under his belt and you can see that now. 

tw/cw. dark content warning, serial killer Mingyu, mention of suicide, touch starved mingyu, switch mingyu, pussy eating, pussy worship, blow job, hand job, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, big dick mingyu, pussy stretching, extreme voyeurism, mentions of non-consensual voyeurism, dirty talk, praise, choking, manhandling, etc… I pet names: (hers) princess. (his) good boy.

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 9.1k

🍭 aus. Halloween, ghost!mingyu, serial killer!mingyu, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I really can't explain this one other than saying I tried to make Mingyu redeemable by saying he only killed bad men 👀

Out of all the guy friends you have over, Jeonghan is Mingyu’s favorite. He’s always up to no good, talking shit that Mingyu can listen to for hours, and tonight, he’s brought a Ouija Board, which has spiked Mingyu’s curiosity. 

“Come on, it will be fun,” Jeonghan insists. “I’ve been wanting to do a seance in your apartment since you moved in three months ago.”

You’re not as impressed as Mingyu is about the idea, and neither are your other friends.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea,” Seungkwan says for the fifth time since the rag-tag group of friends entered your home. “We said we’d come back here between Halloween parties and drink, we never said anything about contacting the dude that killed himself here.”

Mingyu remembers the day you visited the apartment for the first time, the way the realtor had downplayed what happened here. Times are tough, and the price reduction had enticed you, despite Mingyu’s tragic history. 

“Come on, don’t you guys wanna ask why he did it?” Jeonghan presses.

“He did it because he was a top suspect in a string of murder cases,” Seungkwan fires back. “Case closed.”

Jeonghan scoffs loudly. “But what if he didn’t do it? What if the real serial killer came here, killed him, and made it look like a suicide-”

“Hannie,” you interrupt with a sigh, “what’s with you and your infatuation with murderers?”

“Me?!” Jeonghan’s eyes widen. “Who’s the one who watches all my slasher films with me? Don’t pretend you're innocent here, we all know you have a thing for bad boys.”

Mingyu’s noticed your love for dangerous men, you’ve had your share of bad dudes over to this very apartment much to his annoyance. On the flip side, Mingyu does enjoy a good horror movie night, and you provide more than enough of those, especially this past month.

“We’re doing this,” Jeonghan insists, pulling the board out and setting it on the coffee table. “It’s Halloween. If there’s ever a night for this ghost to talk with us, it’s now.”

Seungkwan only groans, taking another shot while Seokmin and Soonyoung exchange worried glances.

“You don’t think the ghost is going to actually like… talk with us, do you?” the man in the tiger onesie asks, playing with his tail nervously. 

“Well, the veil is thinnest on Halloween… I guess there’s only one way to find out,” Jeonghan grins devilishly. 

Five minutes later, candles are set up and Seokmin is sheepishly turning off the lights before joining everyone by the board. 

Mingyu holds back, watching with interest.

“How do we start?” you ask.

“Imma rizz this ghost,” Jeonghan explains, looking around the room. “Is there a presence here with us?”

In the silence, Mingyu can hear an ambulance a few blocks away. He crosses his arms over his chest, watching.

“Don’t we have to touch the Ouija thing?” Seungkwan asks.

“Right.” Jeonghan reaches out only to have his hand slapped away by his friend.

“Not you,” Seungkwan rolls his eyes. “You’ll rig it.”

Jeonghan sighs. “Fine, I’ll ask the questions, you all touch the planchette.”

It’s almost laughable how reluctant Seokmin is to touch the board, but soon, there are four sets of hands on it while Jeonghan addresses the room again. 

“Come on ghost,” he pleads, “don’t make me look bad, come say hi. If there’s a spirit with us, please move the planchette and tell us.”

Mingyu figures now is as good a time as any to communicate, God knows he’s waited years. With a sigh, Mingyu approaches the board. He crouches down next to you, reaching out. His fingers slip right through the planchette, but when he touches Seokmin, the man shivers.

“You okay?” you ask, looking at your friend.

“It just got really cold,” Seokmin breathes, already turning pale.

Mingyu tries again, this time aiming for Seokmin’s hands. The ghost focuses hard, willing the planchette to move, willing Seokmin’s hands to become his own. 

The small tool begins to shift on the board. 

“Soonyoung, cut it out,” Seungkwan snaps.

“It’s not me!” the tiger insists.

Little by little, the planchette shifts to Yes, and Mingyu lets out a deep breath at the effort it had taken.

“So there is a spirit here with us?” Jeonghan clarifies.

Again, Mingyu moves the planchette, slightly off of Yes then back again, an affirmative.

“I knew it!” Jeonghan practically screams. “Are you the guy who died here?”

Another Yes, and Mingyu’s getting annoyed with the questions already.

“What’s your name?” you ask.

Mingyu’s a little surprised that you’re beginning a line of inquiry, but he’s pleased too. Using Seokmin’s hands, he begins to slowly reveal his name. With each letter, your group reads it out loud.

“M… I… N… G… Y… U… Mingyu?” 

God, Mingyu likes the sound of his name on your lips.

A shift to Yes has the whole room going quiet and Mingyu waits for the next question.

“Okay guys, seriously, who’s doing this?” Seungkwan asks, ever the non-believer. 

“It’s not me!” Seokmin insists, followed by Soonyoung, who even crosses his heart to prove his own innocence.

“Did you really kill those guys?” Jeonghan questions, drawing all eyes.

“You can’t just ask that!” You bat at your friend’s arm.

Mingyu considers his next action, but with a sigh, he reaches for Seokmin’s hands again, using him to push the planchette to Yes. In Mingyu’s eyes, all the men he’d killed deserved it. They’d been predators, and it takes one to know one. Mingyu had simply been the better predator.

“How many people did you kill?”

“Jeonghan,” you say again, harder this time.

“We’re fact-checking!” Jeonghan insists. “If he gives us the wrong number, then someone here is lying.”

Mingyu doesn’t like to be tested like this, but at the same time, he admires the man’s shiftyness. The ghost reaches through Seokmin, pushing the planchette to 5.

Seokmin lets out a gasp, tearing his hands away from the board and leaping to his feet. “Guys, I don’t feel good about this.”

“But it’s just started to get juicy!” Jeonghan tuts. 

“We’re not going to force Seokmin to do this if he doesn’t want to,” you sigh, also removing your hands. “I think this is enough for tonight.”

Jeonghan’s not so easily convinced. “But we just made contact!” 

“It’s almost midnight, I thought you wanted to be at the bar for eleven fifty so your bouncer friend would let you in,” you point out.

“Let me in…” Jeonghan raises a brow. “Aren’t you coming?”

“Honestly?” you sigh. “I’m getting a bit tired.”

“But it’s Halloween!”

“And we’ve already been to one party and just used a Ouija board,” you laugh. “I think I’ve had enough fun.”

“You’re boring!” Jeonghan groans. 

“And you’re crazy!” you retort, heading to turn on the lights. “Say goodbye to your ghost friend, take another shot, and get out of here so I can get some sleep.”

Mingyu likes it when you take charge like this. He stands from the table, coming to join you as you head to the kitchen to get your friends their last shots. He’s always liked sticking close to you, your second ghostly shadow. 

The last tenant had been a guy, and the view had never been very great, but with you around? Mingyu is constantly entertained, in the most perverted ways possible. He’s really enjoying the skimpy outfit you’re wearing, and he can’t wait to watch you take it off. Maybe you’ll have a shower once your friends are gone- you’ll make his night if you do.

“Goodbye,” Seungkwan says loudly, pushing the planchette to the word scrawled in big writing. Mingyu’s not so easily dismissed, but Seokmin lets out a breath of relief as the board is closed and packed up.

You all take one last shot, and Mingyu can practically taste the tequila on his tongue. It’s been forever since he had anything to drink, or eat, or fuck for that matter. 

He misses it every day. 

The ghost hangs back as you hug your friends goodbye, with Jeonghan trying for five minutes to convince you to join the last bar outing. You stay firm, and Mingyu grins to himself when you finally close the door, shutting you in together.

You busy yourself with cleaning up the kitchen, putting the shot glasses and bottles away, then, to Mingyu’s pleasure, you head toward the bathroom. He follows closely, slipping in behind you before you can close the door. As a ghost, Mingyu can walk through walls, but it’s an unpleasant experience, one he avoids when he can.

He watches you turn on the shower, facing the mirror to remove your false eyelashes. You’re so pretty, and when you begin to take off your outfit, Mingyu practically drools. He can stare at your naked body for hours and not get bored, in fact, he has. 

You step into the shower, closing the curtain. Your silhouette is still as beautiful as ever, and Mingyu can feel his cock getting hard as he watches you. Voyeurism is something he’s always enjoyed, even as a human, and now that he’s a ghost, it’s something that makes Mingyu’s undead life go round. 

He palms himself through his jeans, looking for relief but also not wanting to take things too far. Knowing you, he’ll probably get a free show if he waits long enough. Your sex drive rivals even his own, and Mingyu’s nothing if not a good boy who knows how to be patient. 

***

You get out of the shower feeling refreshed. Your blood is still buzzing slightly from the drinks you’ve had, but you feel clear-headed as you wipe the mirror, looking at yourself while you wrap a towel around your naked body.

Your phone dings and you look down at it, reading Jeonghan’s contact name. It’s a text to tell you that your friends have gotten to the bar, and another request for you to join. You can only laugh, setting your phone down just as the clock hits midnight.

There’s movement in the corner of your eye and you turn your head, locking eyes with a tall, dark-haired man standing by the door of your bathroom.

Your heart lurches in your chest, and you immediately grab the closest thing, a hairbrush, hurling it at the man. He doesn’t even try to dodge it, and it hits him square in the chest. His gaze dips down, and he looks completely shocked that you’ve just thrown something at him.

“Get out of my house!” you scream, reaching for the next item-

“Not your expensive moisturizer!” the man yells, holding up both hands and backing up. “How are you going to explain breaking that to Jeonghan?!”

You freeze a little at his words, thoroughly confused. “How- how do you know-” You look down at the bottle of moisturizer that Jeonghan had bought for you last month. “Did Jeonghan put you up to this?!”

“Put the bottle down,” the man says, still holding his hands defensively. 

“You’re some creep in my bathroom!” you retort. “You don’t get to tell me what to do!” You grab your phone next. “I’m calling 911.”

“God, please don’t,” he sighs.

“Start talking!” you insist.

“I’m not Jeonghan’s friend-”

“Then who the fuck are you, and how did you get into my apartment?!” You lift the moisturizer again, ready to throw it at his face.

“Mingyu!” he belts. “I’m Mingyu!”

“Jeonghan definitely put you up to this,” you declare, feeling something like relief. This is just some prank-

“I’m serious,” the handsome man tells you. “I’m Mingyu-”

“You expect me to believe that you’re the ghost of that serial killer who died here years ago?” you scoff.

“Yeah, it was me with the Ouija,” he tries to explain.

“Prove it,” you insist, still not believing him. 

“You want me to tell you something only a ghost would know?” he laughs. “How about this, I know you hide your sex toys in a box under your bed. I know the last few guys you’ve had over couldn’t make you cum so you’d finish yourself off with your vibrator once they left. I know you still say your first boyfriend’s name whenever you cum, for some stupid reason-”

Your heart is thundering in your chest. There’s no way he can know all of that- no one knows all of that-

Why is everything he’s saying sex related?

An unfamiliar feeling washes over your form. It’s something like fear, but there’s an underlying emotion there too- a tingle between your legs. Is this guy really a ghost? Is he your ghost? Has he been watching you since you moved in?!

“Believe me now?” Mingyu asks. He must have seen the way you’ve faltered, moisturizer bottle lowering to your side.

“How-” You swallow thickly. “How are you here?”

“That’s actually a good question,” Mingyu admits, looking down at his form. “This doesn’t usually happen.” 

“The veil is thinnest on Halloween,” you breathe, remembering what Jeonghan had said earlier. “It’s midnight…”

“Sounds right to me.” The ghost nods. 

“How… how long are you going to be visible for?” you ask, eyes dragging across his large body.

“I don’t know… but, when you threw that brush at me, it hit me.” Mingyu steps toward you and you move back, hitting the wall. “Don’t be scared, I just wanna touch you-”

“As if that makes me feel any better!” You’re frozen as his hand reaches out, fingers coming to gently brush your collarbone. You shiver at the cold contact.

“You.. you felt that!” Mingyu’s eyes widen with shock.

“Are you going to kill me?” you ask.

“What?!” He laughs, moving even closer.

“You’re a serial killer, aren’t you?” This is just your luck.

“I only killed men, guys who were predators.”

“Like you.”

“Like me,” he admits. “But… my brutality never came out toward women.”

The ghost has no right being this beautiful, and he’s saying the right things. You can’t believe you’re actually starting to relax a little. You’ve definitely seen too many horror films-

“You… you’ve been watching me,” you point out.

Your words seem to make him almost bashful, his gaze dipping to the floor. You see his skin flush a pinkish colour and it’s almost endearing. “Uh… yeah.”

“And you were in here while I was having a shower too… You are a bit of a creep, aren’t you?”

“Every other tenant here has been a guy!” Mingyu exclaims. “You’re the first one who’s actually caught my attention.”

“I feel like you’re just horny after years of being alone.”

“You would be too,” he insists. “If the roles were reversed - if you were a ghost bound to this apartment forever -  you’re saying you wouldn’t watch me get naked every day?” 

He’s definitely got a point. As your eyes skim Mingyu’s perfect form again, that tingle returns between your legs. There’s no reason for him to be as sexy as he is- murders aren’t the only shocking thing this man has under his belt and you can see that now. 

“Can I…” he swallows thickly. “Can I kiss you?”

You can’t believe you’re actually considering this.

“Come on, please?” Mingyu asks. “I haven’t touched someone in so long, haven’t been touched-” 

A dead serial killer who sort of respects your autonomy and is begging for you? 

“We don’t know how long this is going to last,” he continues. “I need to feel something, need to feel you-” 

“Fucking a ghost wasn’t on my Halloween bingo sheet,” you joke.

“It will be fun,” Mingyu insists. “I know what you like, I know your kinks, I know you, better than all those other guys you’ve fucked so far. Come on, princess, let me make you feel good.” 

It’s kind of creepy that the ghost even knows your preferred pet name, but it sounds so pretty coming from him. 

You weigh the pros and cons. 

Pros: He’s one of the sexiest men you’ve ever seen. He actually wants to make you cum. He already knows your kinks. He might be a touch obsessed with you, which would do wonders for your ego.

Cons: He’s literally a dead serial killer creep who’s been watching you jack off and get fucked for a few months. He could also disappear at any second.

Well, you can’t pass this up, especially since you have no idea how long this will last. And when he’s gone, he’ll stay gone. There are technically no strings, none that you can see at least.

And to top it all off, you’re extremely horny. You’d stayed back from going to the bar with your friends specifically to fuck yourself stupid tonight, and now, you have a ghost willing to get the job done for you.

“Okay, big guy,” you sigh. “Let’s see what you can do.”

Mingyu doesn’t waste a second. He grabs your face, cupping his large hand around the back of your skull to pull your lips to his own. 

You’re a little shocked, but you melt into his embrace quickly, pressing your hands to his beefy chest while his tongue licks at your lip, begging for entry. You open your mouth to him, and he kisses you deeper, letting out a low groan as he shifts you in his embrace, grabbing at your hip to pull you closer.

It’s been years since he’s touched anyone, but he kisses with the best of them. 

It’s almost too easy to get lost in Mingyu, your mind going pleasantly blank as you make out with the ghost. 

You’re eating up the sounds he’s making too. His mouth is eager against your own, all tongue and plump lips. It’s clear that your ghost has been very touch-starved. His hand gropes at your waist, toying with the towel still wrapped around your body. 

You can’t help yourself, you reach a hand between your bodies, cupping his cock through his jeans.

Mingyu pants against your lips, breaking the kiss to look down at where you’re touching him. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he groans, pressing his hips forward for more friction.

He’s literally adorable, and so receptive. 

“You’ll take care of me first though, right?” you toy, squeezing your hand tighter around the large bulge in his pants.

“Yeah,” he swallows thickly, nodding. “Been wanting to taste your pussy for fucking months.”

Your core throbs at his words- he’s got a big dick and he likes oral? Your night just keeps getting better.

“Then you should taste me,” you tell him. “I’m even sweeter than I look.”

Mingyu lets out a deep groan, and then he’s sinking to his knees on the bathroom floor. His mouth finds your calf, and his large hands grab at your leg, adjusting it onto his shoulder while his lips ascend to your thigh. 

You lean back against the wall, trying to catch your breath while the large man gets closer and closer to where you need him most.

He reaches up, grabbing at your towel and tugging. In one motion, you’re naked for him, and the cool air of the bathroom has your skin tingling, nipples pebbling with interest.

Mingyu spreads your legs wider, and you can feel his breath on your pussy. You reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair. He looks up at you, eyes dark with lust, and then he’s diving in. He’s all tongue, the wet muscle pushing into your hole to taste you while he releases an almost animalistic groan of appreciation.

It’s clear this man is a pussy lover, and you can’t believe he’s gone so long without having his mouth on one. You’re more than happy to make up for the lost time, enjoying the feeling of him pressing his face closer to your wet core, tongue lapping at you while he begins to grind his nose against your clit.

He definitely knows how to eat, and you find yourself closing your eyes, enjoying the feeling building in the pit of your stomach. His hands are on your hips, but one trails up, grasping for your breast. The added stimulation of his thumb and pointer pinching your nipple has you crying out, hips rutting toward his face.

He just feels so good- and when his lips move to suction around your clit, your thigh quakes on his shoulder. “Fuck-” you moan loudly, shocked that it’s been this easy for him to get you to the cusp of an orgasm. 

Most men don’t know how to handle you, but it’s clear that he does. 

You can feel yourself practically dripping, and you’re not sure if it’s pussy juice or the ghost’s drool, but you don’t really care. It’s sinful and sexy and dirty- exactly what Halloween should be. 

Mingyu lets go of your breast, adjusting his hand- two fingers slide into your core while his mouth continues on your clit, and you swear this purgatory-bound sinner has just taken you to heaven. 

You’re a mewling mess now, moans and gasps leaving you uncensored while his thick fingers stretch out your core, pushing in and out while his tongue flicks at your most sensitive spot.

“I’m gonna cum,” you tell him, eyes clenched shut as the knot in your stomach is pulled tighter and tighter-

The man between your legs groans in response, driving his fingers into you faster and harder, his mouth making lewd sucking sounds around your clit. 

It’s everything you need to reach your high and you gasp loudly, tangling your fingers in his hair while your orgasm washes over you. Your hips buck against his face, only for his free hand to pin you to the wall, his motions never ceasing while you cry out, your core throbbing around his fingers.

No one has ever eaten you out this good. Your mind is practically blank, body completely overwhelmed with the pleasure surging through you. 

It’s almost too much for you to handle, and you find yourself tugging at Mingyu’s hair, trying to pull him away-

He won’t budge, growling heavily against your core. The vibration makes your legs twitch, and you’re not sure you’ll even be able to stand if he keeps this up-

Finally, Mingyu pulls away. He’s panting hard. His fingers slip out of your pussy only for him to place them in his mouth, sucking them clean while he groans lewdly. “Fuck,” he mumbles, looking up at you with stars in his eyes. “That was so good.”

You can’t even speak yet, too breathless from the mind-numbing orgasm to even think. 

Mingyu stands up, and you have to tilt your head to retain eye contact. God, why’s he so big and fuckable?

“Look at you, princess. You usually have good comebacks.” He leans forward, breath hot against your face. “Ghost got your tongue?”

You can’t help but laugh slightly, and Mingyu grins down at you. Then he’s cupping your cheek again, bringing his lips to yours. You can taste yourself as he kisses you deeply, but you don’t even care. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, pressing your boobs against his chest.

You need to be closer to him. Need to feel him, fully.

Mingyu reaches down, grabbing your ass and lifting you off the ground. Your legs wrap around his hips and the ghost carries you through the apartment, gently setting you onto your bed.

He towers over your now and your pussy throbs at the idea of how well he’s about to wreck you.

“You still want me, right?” he asks. “I’ll be good for you, I promise.”

You nod, licking your lips. “I know you will.”

“I’m a good boy,” Mingyu says quietly, eyes dipping down to your core.

“Then be a good boy and take off your shirt, I want to see you.”

He’s quick to comply, tearing off the black fabric to reveal his muscular chest. Your pussy throbs at the sight alone. His arms are huge, biceps bulging deliciously, and his pecs look downright biteable. Then there are his abs-

You sit up, trying to contain yourself. “Pants next.”

“Fuck, princess,” Mingyu groans, already working on his belt. “Has anyone ever told you how fucking perfect you are?”

“You’d know if they had, wouldn’t you, Ghost?” 

“These fucking dudes you have over,” Mingyu clicks his tongue, “none of them have known how to treat you right.”

“But you do?”

“Of course!” he scoffs, pushing his pants and underwear down, revealing the biggest cock you’ve ever seen. “Name one other guy who’s eaten your pussy like I have.”

He knows you too well.

“I should return the favour,” you suggest. 

“Fuck, I’d die all over again if you did.”

You get onto your knees, shuffling closer. You kiss him first, cupping his cheek with one hand while the other moves down to his cock, stroking him gently while he whines against your lips. He ruts his hips, forcing more friction while you grin into the kiss. 

“Needy Ghost,” you laugh.

“Need you so fucking bad,” he agrees. 

“Then I shouldn’t keep you waiting, should I?” 

“Please, don’t.”

You begin to kiss down his neck, taking your time as you trail your mouth across his body. You appreciate every centimeter, all the way down his pretty chest and abs. You trace your tongue along his hip bone and the ghost shivers, letting out a shuddery breath. “Holy shit.” 

“You’ll be nice and praise me while I have my mouth full, won’t you, handsome?” You sneak a glance up at him as you take him in your hand, adjusting his cock. 

“Yeah-” He swallows thickly. “I know how much my princess loves being told she’s a good girl.”

“Am I your good girl?” 

“So fucking good,” he nods eagerly. “So fucking good for me I can’t even believe it.”

You smile to yourself, pressing a chaste kiss to the head of his leaking cock that has the Ghost practically whimpering. 

“Fuck, can I- can I grab your hair?”

“Uh huh,” you lick a stripe along the head of his cock, circling it with your tongue while the gorgeous man shivers at the contact. 

“Please don’t tease me,” he begs, grabbing a fistful of your hair. “I don’t- don’t know how much time I have with you, and I’ll die if we spend the whole time teasing and I don’t even get to feel your perfect fucking pussy-”

You wrap your mouth around his cock, agreeing with what he’s saying, and it earns an immediate moan of appreciation from the man towering over you.

“Fuck, princess, you feel so good- you feel so fucking good-”

You swirl your tongue around his length, running it along the crease between the head and shaft. Mingyu’s grip tightens in your hair as more breathy moans spill from his lips. 

He’s much too big to fit in your mouth, so you pump what you can’t reach, using your saliva as lube to make stroking easier while you suck on him. Your eyes are closed, mind focused on pleasuring him the way he’d just pleasured you in the bathroom.

It feels good to be giving something back to him, especially as praises and words of encouragement fill the room. “Just like that, just like that, holy shit-”

You take him as deep as you can go, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, which constricts around him.

“Oh my god-” he practically whimpers, fingers flexing in your hair. “Please let me fuck your face, please, I want it so bad-”

You make a sound of affirmation and that’s all it takes for Mingyu to release a low groan, pushing his hips forward. He hits the back of your throat again and you do your best to clear your mind, focusing on anything but the gagging sensation as he begins to use your mouth for his own pleasure.

“Holy shit, good girl, good fucking girl-” he moans, quickening his pace. His grip on your head keeps you where he wants you, and it’s clear he’s being cognizant of not making you gag too hard. He seems to know your boundary, know just what to do without making it too much.

“Fuck, it’s too good- you’re too fucking good at this, princess,” Mingyu pants. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum but I promise I’ll still fuck you, I promise my recharge time is quick-”

You suction your cheeks harder around him and Mingyu practically cries out, grip tightening in your hair so hard it almost hurts. He’s a garbled mess of swear words now, and a few thrusts later he’s cumming down your throat, releasing the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard while his hips shudder with effort.

“Holy shit, good girl, good girl-” he groans, motions slowing as he cums rope after rope- “Taking me so fucking well, oh my god-” 

Mingyu pulls out of your mouth, breathing hard. He looks down at you while you also take a few deep breaths. 

It’s the oddest thing. His cum hadn’t tasted like anything. There was no salt or musk- it was just… different. You suppose he’s a ghost, so that could account for the lack of flavour, and you almost prefer it that way. 

“That was so good,” Mingyu tells you. “You’re good, right?” 

You nod, pulling away from him to fall back against the bed again. “I’m perfect.”

“Yeah, you are,” the ghost laughs. 

“So are you going to make me cum again, or…?” you cock your head to the side, assessing him.

He’s still trying to catch his breath, cheeks all flushed, hair a tangle of dark curls. He looks beautiful.

“Fuck, yeah,” Mingyu grins, and the smile lights up his whole face. “I know you probably want two or three more, you’re insatiable like that, aren’t you, princess?”

“I guess it takes one to know one,” you laugh. “I bet you usually cum two or more times watching me, don’t you, Ghost boy?”

“Guilty.” He runs his fingers through his wild hair. “But my hand is nothing compared to you.”

“Funny, my hand is nothing compared to you either.”

“Match made in heaven,” Mingyu muses, getting onto the bed to join you while you wrap your arms around his shoulders, tugging him in for another breathtaking kiss.

He slots so well between your legs, one hand pressed to the bed while the other comes up to massage your breast. You moan against his lips, arching your back, wanting more. His thumb brushes over your nipple and then he’s pinching it, making you cry out.

“You like a little pain, don’t you, princess?” he grins, looking down at you.

“A little,” you admit.

“You know…” his hand moves up from your breast, teasing over your collarbone, “sometimes, when you’re trying to make yourself cum, and you choke yourself- it’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever fucking seen.”

“Oh yeah?” You grab his hand, guiding it to your throat. 

In the back of your mind, you remember that this hot ghost is also a killer- but his hands are shockingly soft and gentle as he squeezes your neck. 

“Fuck, you look gorgeous,” he groans.

“Tighter,” you tell him, stroking his forearm while the muscles move beneath the skin, his hand pressing harder onto your airway.

You let out a small whimper, closing your eyes and enjoying the lightheaded feeling. 

“Ready for my fingers again?” he asks.

“Want your cock.”

“Fingers first,” he insists, letting go of your throat so he can trail his hand down your body until he’s cupping your pussy. You buck against his hand and he grins. “So eager.”

“Be a good boy and make princess cum again,” you tell him.

It’s an interesting kink for him to have - the whole good boy angle -  you would have thought a man like him would be a full dom, but you kind of enjoy this switchy side. It allows you to tell him what to do, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy holding a lot of the power in this interaction.

Two of his fingers slip into your core and you both groan at the feeling. “Still so fucking wet,” the ghost muses. “Did sucking me off turn you on that much?”

“I like the sounds you make,” you admit, rocking your hips against his hand while he palms your clit.

“Yeah?” His grin widens. 

“You’re my perfect puppy,” you sigh happily as he finger fucks you even harder. 

Mingyu reacts to the new petname with a low groan and you thread your fingers through his hair, tugging his lips to your own. You love the way his tongue invades your mouth, teasing and tasting but not dominating. 

His fingers continue to stretch you out, his palm a constant pressure on your clit. You can’t fucking wait to take his cock, and it’s just one orgasm away. 

You break the kiss to move your mouth to his neck, loving the whimpery sounds of appreciation that leave him as you begin sucking on his skin. There’s no reason not to leave marks, so you go as hard as you want, teasing your teeth over his jugular while it bounces with effort.

“Fuck, fuck-” Mingyu groans loudly, clearly enjoying the attention being paid to his pretty throat.

You can feel your core beginning to throb, your pussy tightening as another orgasm approaches, doing its best to keep Mingyu’s fingers buried knuckle deep even as he drives them into you rougher and rougher.

“Are you gonna cum again?” Mingyu asks, breathless. “Please tell me you’re gonna cum again.”

You can feel his cock, hard and pressed to your leg, leaking from how turned on he is while he finger fucks you and you kiss his throat. He’s so easy to make come undone. It boosts your ego like nothing else, and your pussy pulses with desire.

“I’m close,” you tell him, licking at his throat and making your way to his ear. “Be a good boy and make me cum.”

Mingyu groans loudly, and then he’s suddenly pulling away from you, moving down the bed to get between your legs again. His fingers don’t stop inside of you, but his free hand pushes your thigh up, giving him more space as he brings his lips to your clit.

“Holy shit-” you groan, threading your fingers through his hair and letting your head loll back against the pillows. You hadn’t thought you’d get his mouth on you like this again- but you suppose you had commanded him to make you cum, and this position is a tried and true winner. 

You can’t even tell him you’re about to cum, he simply tears it out of you. Your back arches off the bed, a sinful whine escaping your lips while your thighs quiver, pussy clamping down on his fingers, your clit throbbing desperately. Mingyu lets out a growl, slurping hard at the sensitive bud, and it brings tears to your eyes at how good it feels.

You feel like you’re the ghost now, your soul practically leaving your body while Mingyu works you through another one of the most intense orgasms of your entire life.

When he finally pulls away from your core, you can’t even open your eyes. You can only lay there, trying to catch your breath while the bed dips under his weight. You feel his hands digging into the pillows on either side of your head, and then something brushes by your nose.

You open your eyes to find Mingyu staring down at you, gently rubbing the tip of his nose against your own. “You good, princess?”

“I’m perfect,” you tell him, wrapping your legs around his hips to pull him closer.

You catch his cock between your bodies and a moan leaves you at how big he feels. 

“Ready for more?” he asks.

You can only nod, grabbing at his shoulders to drag him into a kiss. It’s almost relaxing to take a minute to just kiss him, mind blank, body still tingling in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Then Mingyu begins to rut his hips, dragging his cock through your pussy lips and making you groan when he bumps your clit.

You’re the one who reaches between your bodies, grabbing his dick to line it up with your core.

Mingyu watches you carefully and you give him a small nod. “Do it,” you tell him. “Fuck me stupid.”

He only laughs, pressing his lips to yours as he pushes into you. Your pussy swallows him inch by inch, with you clawing at his shoulders when he’s finally all the way in. 

You’ve never felt anything like Mingyu- he stretches you out in a way that most men can only dream of. You feel small, fragile, needy- almost like a virgin again, and the way he’s kissing you eagerly definitely brings back memories of first times. 

He begins to thrust gently, allowing your body time to adjust to his massive size. You’re a little shocked at how easy the glide of it is, but you suppose you’re wetter than you’ve ever been after having cum so hard twice. It feels absolutely all-consuming. His cock is practically all you can think about as you tangle your fingers in his hair and kiss him deeper.

Mingyu is groaning into your mouth, and the sounds fuel your entire body with even more lust. You trail one hand down his back, enjoying the way it makes him shiver. 

“Do I feel good, Gyu?” you ask.

“You feel perfect,” he tells you, burying his face against your throat. His mouth is hot as he leaves wet kisses there, his hips moving even faster. “So fucking good. Better than I ever imagined.”

“You’ve imagined me a lot, haven’t you, big guy?”

“So many times-” he admits. “Never thought… never thought I’d actually get to fuck you like this.”

“Just wait till you make me cum while buried inside of me,” you grin, tilting your head so he can press fevered kisses to your jaw while groaning loudly. 

“Fuck-” One of his hands moves to your hip, keeping you pinned. He’s fucking you so hard now that the bed is rocking, but you can’t bring yourself to care about neighbors. “Wait, flip around for me, I know you go wild for doggy.”

God, it’s so easy with him. 

He has you on your knees in seconds, large hands cupping your hips to adjust your ass higher as he slips back inside of you. This new position makes him feel even bigger, if that’s possible, and it makes your toes curl. 

With each hard snap of his hips, your ass slaps back against his front. The sound of skin on skin mixed with his moans is doing something crazy to you- you’re completely consumed by him. There’s not a thought in your head other than “Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, harder Gyu, harder!”

He’s more than willing to comply, railing you like you’ve never been railed before.

You can feel fluids beginning to drip down your legs, that’s how wet you are. Stroke game has never been this easy.

Then he reaches around your front, leaning over your back so he can access your clit. You cry out from the stimulation, core clenching deliciously around the large intrusion. “Holy shit-” you whimper.

“Can you cum for me again, princess?” Mingyu asks, breath hot against your shoulders. 

“Are you close?” you gasp, feeling another orgasm building achingly fast.

“Yeah, but I want at least one more out of you,” the ghost says. “It’s Halloween, you deserve it.”

“I deserve it?” you nearly laugh, but the giggle is quick to turn into a moan as he applies more pressure to your clit.

“Yeah, of course you deserve it. You’re being so good for me, so fucking good-”

The praise goes straight to your pussy and you tangle your hands in the sheets. “Gyu-”

“That’s it, please, princess, wanna feel you cum.” He digs his fingers into your hip, drawing consistent circles on your clit. He knows exactly what to do to make you feel good, and you wonder how many times he’s watched you make yourself cum like this.

“That’s it,” Mingyu groans. “Fuck you feel amazing. Come on, cum for me. Come on, pretty girl.”

Your body twitches and you let out a gasp, tensing before your release hits you straight on. Your eyes clench shut as your pussy clamps down on his cock, a strangled moan escaping you as pleasure surges through you. Your mind practically short circuits, your brain blank except for the pure ecstasy he’s providing. 

Mingyu lets out a loud groan, panting harder as he fucks you through your high. He pulls his hand away from your clit in favour of grabbing your hips again, pushing his entire cock into your aching hole over and over again.

“Just like that, just like that-” he tells you. “Fuck, you’re literally dripping, holy shit-”

You don’t even care that your bed sheets are going to be ruined after this- all you care about is the man behind you fucking you like it’s his last night on earth. To be fair, it just might be.

“Good princess,” Mingyu breathes. “So good for me.”

“Gyu-” you whimper trying to push yourself up onto your hands. You rut your hips back to meet his thrusts and he lets out another guttural moan of appreciation. “I wanna ride you till you cum.”

You think he deserves it. 

In fact, you know he deserves it.

This man has made you cum three times already, and you’ll be damned if you don’t try to return the favor. 

“You wanna ride me?” Mingyu stops with his cock fully inside of you, and his hand smooths down your back. “Really?”

“Uh huh,” you nod, pushing back against him in an attempt to get him even deeper. “Bet you miss being ridden, don’t you, big guy?”

He lets out a groan, and then he’s removing his cock from your core, practically pouncing onto the bed next to you. He grabs your hips, helping you straddle him. While you reach between your bodies to grab his cock and line it up with your core, he slips a hand around the back of your skull, pulling your lips down to meet yours.

The ghost is grinning into the kiss and it’s almost laughable how excited he is. 

You sink down onto his length and you both release loud moans into each other’s mouths. 

It feels so good to be filled up like this. You begin by grinding against him, adjusting to his size. You can feel him so deep, all the way in the pit of your stomach.

He grabs at your thighs then your boobs, and you can tell he’s having difficulty deciding which parts of you he wants to worship. Then he takes a fistful of your ass, squeezing rough enough to have you whimpering while his tongue invades your mouth.

You begin to ride him, bracing your hands against his chest.

Mingyu is just so big- the sexiest man you’ve ever fucked and there’s no contest in that.

He’s so good at kissing too, moaning into it while you pick up the speed of your thrusts. 

He grabs your hips, helping you bounce up and down. Each movement fills you up deliciously, your drenched core swallowing him up like you were made for this.

You pull away from his lips, straightening while you ride him. Mingyu takes the opportunity to grab your breasts, kneading them in his hands while his thumbs tease your nipples. You cover his hand with one of your own, urging him to squeeze harder. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty,” Mingyu groans, hips thrusting up to meet you.

His cock is hitting even deeper now, and you swear no one has ever been this deep inside of you before. There’s literally nothing in the world like Mingyu… or his cock. 

“Look at you taking all of me,” he continues, cheeks flushed pink, breath hot. “I always knew you’d be able to- always knew you’d be a fucking champ in bed.”

You want to tell him he’s one to talk, but it seems the ghost has got your tongue again. All you can do is moan lewdly, riding him harder and ignoring the burn of your thighs.

Mingyu sits up, leaning forward to take your breast into his mouth. His tongue flicks by your nipple and you cry out, tangling your fingers in his hair to hold him to your chest. He groans deeply as you pull on his hair, teeth grazing the sensitive bud caught between his lips.

“Holy shit,” you whimper, core clenching tight around his cock.

The ghost pants loudly, giving your breast one last kiss before he flops down onto his back again. “You close?” he asks, reaching out so his thumb can find your clit, rubbing it.

“Fuck, yeah- if you keep doing that, yeah, I’m close-” you nod, clawing at his chest.

“I need you to cum with me,” Mingyu tells you. “Want us to cum together.”

“Me too, me too-” you assure him, closing your eyes to focus on the feeling of his cock filling you up perfectly while his thumb works harder on your clit.

“Want you on top,” the ghost continues, “but I want to take over. Can you rub yourself for me?”

“Yeah.” You swallow thickly, leaning over him so you can press your lips to his own. Your hand sneaks between your legs, and you hover over him, thrusts coming to a stop while he gets a grip on your hips.

His tongue battles your own as he begins to piston up into you- God, it feels even better when he’s the one fucking you from below. All you have to do is hold yourself over him with one shaky arm while your fingers work on your clit, dragging you closer and closer to the edge again.

“Oh my god-” you mumble against his mouth, and it only makes him smile, rutting up into you even faster. 

“I can’t-” he breaks the kiss to burry his face against your throat, “I can’t hold off much longer, please tell me you’re gonna cum with me, please-”

“I will!” you whine. “I’m so close-”

His mouth is hot against your neck and he sucks on your sweet spot, making you cry out. He groans loudly at the way your core tightens around his massive cock. Then he’s pulling away from your throat, wrapping a hand around it instead.

“Look at me,” he instructs. “Want to watch you cum.”

You force your eyes open, gasping as he tightens his grip on your neck. You’re so fucking close you can almost taste it. 

His other arm adjusts, palm snaking up your back as he fucks up into you wildly.

“Can I give you a countdown?” he asks.

You nod enthusiastically. He’s choking you too hard to answer. Your blood is rushing to your head and your pussy, body practically on fire-

“Three-” he moans loudly, staring up at you with dark eyes. “Two-” a small grunt leaves his lips, fingers digging into your back. “One! Cum with me- please, fuck, cum with me!” 

You let out a gasp, all the tension in your body snapping like the cord in your stomach. Pleasure washes over you, and it’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt. It’s better than the first three orgasms if that’s even possible, and if it weren’t for the tight grip on your neck cutting off most of your sounds, you’re sure you’d be screaming.

Mingyu’s deep groans are only making you more turned on as your core throbs around his cock. He’s still fucking you, but soon the pleasure seems to be even too much for him. He drags you fully against his chest, burying himself completely in your pussy while he fills you up with his cum. 

He releases your throat in favor of smashing his lips against your own, tongue running against your teeth while he groans loudly. You whimper into the kiss, pussy still pulsing around him.

This has to be one of the longest orgasms you’ve ever had- and with his massive cock still buried inside of you, your pussy gets practically no reprieve. All you can do is gasp and whimper against his lips while your body struggles to process the insane amount of pleasure that’s still coursing through you.

Mingyu lets out a laugh, resting down against the pillows and looking up at you. “Was that good?” he asks. 

You can only shake your head at him, letting out a small chuckle as the last of your orgasm wafts through you like a warm summer breeze. 

“Yeah,” his hand smooths up and down your back, “it was good for me too.”

“You literally just ruined me for anyone else.”

“That was the goal, princess.” He grins.

“You’re so bad.”

“Obviously you have a thing for bad boys.”

“And ghosts, apparently.” You’re still coming to terms with what you’ve just done. Part of you wonders if this is just some crazy dream.

“Just me though, right?” He kisses you gently and it leaves you wanting more.

“For now, but if I meet another ghost with a huge cock, maybe that will change,” you tease.

Mingyu sighs, shaking his head at you. “We should probably get you cleaned up, then… can we cuddle? I’m still not sure how long you’ll be able to see me, and… I think ending the night holding you would be nice.”

A ghost who loves eating pussy, made you cum four times, has a massive cock, and wants to spoil you with some aftercare-

You’re for sure ruined for any other guy you meet and you know it. 

It sucks to have to get off of Mingyu’s dick, and your legs hurt, but he helps you to the bathroom with a shit-eating grin. “Never seen you walk like this after being fucked,” he muses.

“No one’s fucked me like you just did and you know it,” you laugh. 

He gives you a bit of privacy while you pee and get all the cum off of you, but he joins you when you begin to brush your teeth. Mingyu stands behind you, hands finding your hips, eyes locked on yours through the mirror. 

“Tomorrow, when you get ready for bed, imagine me right here,” he tells you, leaning down to press a kiss to your bare shoulder. 

“Yeah?” You press your ass back against him. “Is this usually where you stand while I brush my teeth?”

“Uh huh.” His hands move from your hips to grab onto your tits, squeezing them. “Gonna miss being able to touch you.”

You frown a little at his words, spitting into the sink before turning in his arms. “I’m gonna miss you too, Gyu.”

“Really?” He grins. “So no more fucking randoms?”

You laugh. “Do you expect me to wait a whole nother year just to get railed again?”

“I guess that does sound impossible,” Mingyu sighs. “Just know that any guy you do bring over… I’ll be watching.”

“And judging, I bet.” He’s so obsessed with you that it hurts. 

“Always.”

“What are you going to do?” you ask. “Waiting for a whole year before you can fuck me again?”

“You know what I’m going to do,” he grins. “Every time you touch yourself, I’ll be touching myself too.”

God, this is going to take masturbation to a whole new level.

“Do you…” you swallow. “If I got Jeonghan’s ouija board, do you think you could communicate with me through it? I mean… you’ve never thrown books around or done anything like this before so-”

“Maybe,” Mingyu cocks his head to the side. “I kind of had to use Seokmin’s hands as my own tonight, but, I could try it with just you. But you can’t expect to ask a question and have the wooden thing move to an answer on its own.” 

“Okay, noted.” You let out a sigh. “Now come to bed with me, puppy. I need a good cuddle.”

He lets you take his hand, guiding him back to your room where he joins you under your duvet. 

Mingyu is quick to adjust you as his little spoon, pulling you tight to his chest. One arm is secured under your head as a mock pillow, and the other hand cups your breast. His breath is hot against your neck.

“Would it be too soon to say I love you?” he asks suddenly.

You can only laugh. You’ve just met him tonight, but you suppose he’s been watching you for months at this point. You can only imagine how much he’s pined for you by this point. 

“You can say it, but I can’t return the sentiment, not now at least,” you admit.

“That’s okay, Ghost romances are usually one-sided anyways, or so I would imagine.” 

You can only laugh, enjoying the feeling of his body wrapped around yours.

“You won’t be here in the morning,” you muse sadly.

“I mean, I’ll be here, but you won’t be able to see me.”

“Do ghosts sleep?” you ask.

“Yeah.”

“Where do you usually sleep?”

“On the couch.”

“Well, from now on, I give you permission to sleep here with me.”

“Really?” He squeezes your breast.

“Of course. This is going to sound crazy, but… I can even say goodnight to you, although you won’t be able to say it back.”

“I’ll say it back,” Mingyu assures you. “You’ll just have to imagine it.”

“I can do that.”

“Gonna have to imagine a lot of things.” 

You know that a relationship with a ghost isn’t a long-term plan. You know that things can’t really go anywhere with him- but at the same time, there’s almost a peace that comes with having your very own personal spirit who’s in love with you and restricted to your apartment.

“You’re tired, aren’t you, pretty girl?” His breath is comforting against the nape of your neck.

“Exhausted.”

“Then you should get some sleep.”

“You don’t want me to stay up? Don’t want to enjoy every second we have together?” 

“I always enjoy every second we have together,” he laughs. “Something tells me this touching thing isn’t going to last much longer, and I want you to fall asleep in my arms, even if it’s only once.”

“Goodnight, Mingyu.”

“Goodnight, princess.” He presses a kiss to your shoulder. “I love you.”

It’s the last words you hear from him as you drift off to sleep, your body succumbing to the exhaustion of four orgasms. 

When you wake up the next morning, your bed is empty, but you know you’re not alone.

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🔮 preview. It has to be close to midnight now- it has to be- “I need you now,” you whine, moving your hand from your clit to grab the sheets. “We’ve both been so good this year, this is so unfair-” You’re horny, but you’re sad too, frustrated, desperate, annoyed- There’s no way you can make yourself cum while up in your head like this and you know it. Letting out a groan of defeat, you tear your hand from between your legs- only for it to be caught in a vice grip. Your eyes flash open, heart thundering in your ribcage. Mingyu is kneeling at the foot of the bed, and you watch as he brings your wet fingers to his mouth, licking them clean and letting out an absolutely guttural groan.

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Part of you wishes you’d never told Jeonghan about Mingyu because your friend has become absolutely obsessed with communicating with your apartment ghost. In the year since you last saw Mingyu, there hasn’t been one hangout at your place that didn’t include Jeonghan whipping out the Ouija board.

“We should do another shot,” Jeonghan tells you, sitting on the couch and toying with the planchette.

“It’s almost midnight, I really think you should be heading home,” you sigh. Seokmin, Soonyoung and Seungkwan have the decency to have left half an hour ago, but they’ve never been that excited about your ghost adventures.

“You won’t even let me meet the guy?” Jeonghan whines. “Come on, let's ask Mingyu if he wants to meet me!”

He places the planchette on the board, and it immediately moves to Yes. Sometimes you think Jeonghan’s moving it himself, using your ghost roommate to further his own wants and needs. 

“I’m pretty sure Mingyu will want to spend the full-time slot with me alone,” you insist. 

The planchette moves to No and you roll your eyes while Jeonghan grins at you.

“Give me that!” You take the wooden tool from his hands, setting it on the board. “Mingyu, do you want Jeonghan to leave?”

You feel the familiar cold tingle in your hands, and without adding any pressure yourself, the planchette moves to the word Yes. 

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[nai2fly]

aftercare prompts???

yeah, ofc!! and thank you for the ask!!

"𝙡𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩…" 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨

have fun with these | tag me if you use any | if yall want more prompts like this, jus drop an ask nd ill respond as soon as possible :)

"Let me help you clean up."

"Do you feel alright? Do you need me to get you anything?"

"Is there anything you want?"

“Tell me what hurts.”

“Should I get you some water, painkillers or something?”

“Don’t push yourself any harder.”

“You did perfectly—you can rest now, okay?”

“Let’s rest for now. We can worry about everything else later, okay?”

"Don't worry, I've got you."

"Let me take care of you."

"Do you need help walking?"

"I'm sorry if I got carried away."

"Can you stand?"

"I'll get you something for the pain, alright?"

"I can get a bath ready for you if you want."

"You can take a nap. I'll take care of everything else."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'll take care of you, I promise."

"I'm here if you need anything."

"I got you something for the pain."

"Do you want me to hold you?"

"Shh, shh. There's no need to cry-I'm right here."

"Tell me what you need."

"I'll make you something to eat-your favorite."

"Can we just cuddle for a while?"

"Do you want a massage?"

"I'll make you your favorite tea."

"How about we order takeout?"

"I'll get you a pillow and a warm blanket, okay?"

"I'm so proud of you, you did amazing."

"You can calm down, I'm not going anywhere."

"I didn't hurt you too much, did I?"

"Relax. Let me take care of you."

"We can stay like this if you want."

"Let's get you tucked in."

[nai2fly]

Headcanon: Muzan will call you to him while he's reading smth and he's wearing a super short skirt, he'll tell you to put your head in between his thighs and then he'll basically trap your head in between and stroke your hair while he reads

Gosh when I saw this I instantly imagine the position of having the reader with their face pressed against his crotch lmao. Honestly either of the two would be really cute like...

Contains: sub!muzan, dom!reader, cross dressing, light feminization, AFAB muzan, cunnilingus, oral sex(c!receiving), soft!reader, gn!reader, demon!reader, existing relationship, married couple, praising, teasing

Pretty short

You're just resting your head between his thighs, ignoring the way his skirt is riding up. Well, not ignoring it for long as your lips find his inner thigh rather quickly, peppering sweet kisses to the sensitive skin. Muzan has to suppress a gasp and multiple whimpers when you do this. He has the reddest face but he doesn't shove your head away, instead he buries his face in his book and tries to ignore the feeling.

Soon enough though you have your face buried between his thighs, your tongue teasingly running against his already soaked panties. He's panting and letting out the occasional whimper or moan. You never tired of just how sensitive your husband was. Your hands held his hips so he couldn't squirm away not that he ever would.

"I hope you're not attached to these." You say, not even giving Muzan a chance to react before you tear his lacy underwear off with your sharp canines, exposing his pussy to your eyes. You smiled despite yourself, taking great pride in being able to subdue the demon king this much. Your tongue works slowly at first, running down the length of his already wet slit. You can feel him grip your head with the shaky hands you adored so much. You moved your head slightly and wrapped your plush lips around his clit. You started sucking on it slowly, easing him into intimacy as you always did.

He was moaning loudly, trying to squirm away from you but push down on your mouth at the same time. Muzan grasped the arms of the chair, not trusting himself enough to not dig his sharp nails into your head from the feeling you were giving him. His red eyes rolled up when he finally felt your warm and wet tongue pushing into him. With a whimper he gave into your will, submitting himself to you without a fight.

You savored everything he let out, continually stimulating him and driving him closer to the edge. His legs quivered around your head, squeezing you tighter. You pulled your tongue out enough so you could run it against the most inner parts of his labia. He shook even more and let out a mewl as he came without warning. You didn't stop then, however and continued with your sensual attack on his most sensitive area.

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Your tongue thrusts in and out of him, tearing a sob from your husband yet again. You had driven him to orgasming three times already and his cunt was aching from the constant feeling of your tongue. He whined, trying to pull himself away from you but was unable to do so because your hands held him so securely.

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease I c-can't! C-can't!!~" He cries out, trying in vain to stop himself from grinding against your mouth. You weren't done with your poor husband yet, however and a smirk tugged at the corners of your lips. You spoke for the first time in a little while.

"You can. My love, let's make you squirt." You said, your voice a low purr. After telling him what you planned to do he hiccuped and nodded, too deep in subspace to actually stop you. You lowered your face back against his cunt and continuing where you left off. The constant feeling of your tongue sliding around inside of him was joined by two of your fingers pushing in as well. They instantly find his g-spot, making him let out a cry so loud it could be considered a scream. With that he came for the fourth time that night and squirted right into your mouth.

You licked your lips, savoring his taste before going up and kissing him on the forehead, admiring his flushed face and glassy eyes. You picked him up without a word and carried him into the bedroom before lying down with him.

"You did so good for me, my husband." You praise him while covering his face in kisses. He melted into your touches quickly, enjoying how sweet you were after sex.

He would have to wear short skirts more often.

[nai2fly]

Headcanon: Muzan will call you to him while he's reading smth and he's wearing a super short skirt, he'll tell you to put your head in between his thighs and then he'll basically trap your head in between and stroke your hair while he reads

Gosh when I saw this I instantly imagine the position of having the reader with their face pressed against his crotch lmao. Honestly either of the two would be really cute like...

Contains: sub!muzan, dom!reader, cross dressing, light feminization, AFAB muzan, cunnilingus, oral sex(c!receiving), soft!reader, gn!reader, demon!reader, existing relationship, married couple, praising, teasing

Pretty short

You're just resting your head between his thighs, ignoring the way his skirt is riding up. Well, not ignoring it for long as your lips find his inner thigh rather quickly, peppering sweet kisses to the sensitive skin. Muzan has to suppress a gasp and multiple whimpers when you do this. He has the reddest face but he doesn't shove your head away, instead he buries his face in his book and tries to ignore the feeling.

Soon enough though you have your face buried between his thighs, your tongue teasingly running against his already soaked panties. He's panting and letting out the occasional whimper or moan. You never tired of just how sensitive your husband was. Your hands held his hips so he couldn't squirm away not that he ever would.

"I hope you're not attached to these." You say, not even giving Muzan a chance to react before you tear his lacy underwear off with your sharp canines, exposing his pussy to your eyes. You smiled despite yourself, taking great pride in being able to subdue the demon king this much. Your tongue works slowly at first, running down the length of his already wet slit. You can feel him grip your head with the shaky hands you adored so much. You moved your head slightly and wrapped your plush lips around his clit. You started sucking on it slowly, easing him into intimacy as you always did.

He was moaning loudly, trying to squirm away from you but push down on your mouth at the same time. Muzan grasped the arms of the chair, not trusting himself enough to not dig his sharp nails into your head from the feeling you were giving him. His red eyes rolled up when he finally felt your warm and wet tongue pushing into him. With a whimper he gave into your will, submitting himself to you without a fight.

You savored everything he let out, continually stimulating him and driving him closer to the edge. His legs quivered around your head, squeezing you tighter. You pulled your tongue out enough so you could run it against the most inner parts of his labia. He shook even more and let out a mewl as he came without warning. You didn't stop then, however and continued with your sensual attack on his most sensitive area.

---------------------------------

Your tongue thrusts in and out of him, tearing a sob from your husband yet again. You had driven him to orgasming three times already and his cunt was aching from the constant feeling of your tongue. He whined, trying to pull himself away from you but was unable to do so because your hands held him so securely.

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease I c-can't! C-can't!!~" He cries out, trying in vain to stop himself from grinding against your mouth. You weren't done with your poor husband yet, however and a smirk tugged at the corners of your lips. You spoke for the first time in a little while.

"You can. My love, let's make you squirt." You said, your voice a low purr. After telling him what you planned to do he hiccuped and nodded, too deep in subspace to actually stop you. You lowered your face back against his cunt and continuing where you left off. The constant feeling of your tongue sliding around inside of him was joined by two of your fingers pushing in as well. They instantly find his g-spot, making him let out a cry so loud it could be considered a scream. With that he came for the fourth time that night and squirted right into your mouth.

You licked your lips, savoring his taste before going up and kissing him on the forehead, admiring his flushed face and glassy eyes. You picked him up without a word and carried him into the bedroom before lying down with him.

"You did so good for me, my husband." You praise him while covering his face in kisses. He melted into your touches quickly, enjoying how sweet you were after sex.

He would have to wear short skirts more often.

[nai2fly]

❝who's mommy's good boy?❞ — douma + enmu + aizetsu x dom!reader [NSFW/18+]

pairings: fem!dom!reader x bottom!douma, bottom!aizetsu, & bottom!enmu

synopsis: basically reader pegging the pretty boys of kny.

contents: mommy kink, femdom, bottom!male, pegging, anal (m receiving), oral (m receiving), fingering, crossdressing (in enmu's), praise kink, slut shaming (in douma's), asphyxiation (in douma's), pet names (pretty boy, good boy, etc.), dacryphilia (in aizetsu's), blood play (in aizetsu's), degradation (in aizetsu's), just the usual filth

notes: reader is female uses she/her pronouns. i use the term "your cock" a lot in this because reader is fucking them with a toy dildo. i think it's easier to say that instead of "dildo"

— DOUMA

"You know to be a guy you sure do have a women's waist line." You comment as you kneel behind your lover, you were admiring the contrast between his slim waist and broad shoulders. Your hands glide up on the sides of his thighs, to his narrow waist, and descend to his round perky ass. You squeeze on it, pressing them together and jiggle his ass. As you giggle at the fleshy globes, your lover presses his cheek into the pillow pouting.

Douma murmurs, "Are you going to keep me waiting or are you just going to get this over with?" He then adds, "This was your idea anyways."

You slap your hand on his ass, and smirk when he cringes, "You shut your mouth. I'm admiring your physique." You hover over his body to whisper into his ear, "Can't mommy commend her little slut for being a pretty boy?" Your teeth gnaw at the tip of his ear. He lets out a muffled groan and nods his head. The non-verbal answer wasn't enough of an answer to you, so you smack his ass again. "Use your words."

His reaction was a yelp and a bite on his own lower lip. Douma lets out a whine, "Yes mommy."

After crooning the word "good" you caress his ass cheeks lovingly and then reach over him to grab the lubricant that was next to his head. The sound of a click was heard when you opened the lid. You squeeze the clear liquid out of the tube and drizzle it onto Douma's hole and onto your fingers. The cold sensation of the lube was enough to have his cheeks turning red from embarassment.

How you accomplished in getting him to be put in this position he didn't know or couldn't remember. Either way he knew that he wanted to get this over with fast. He didn't want for anyone finding out about this compromising situation.

Your finger slowly penetrated his hole and it was met with slight resistance. A frown came over your face as you pushed it in further till it was at your knuckle.

"Your little ass doesn't want to be stretched out, baby. Are you making this harder for mommy?" You coos and grin almost evilly when you see Douma's thighs tensing up.

"No I'm not trying to," He tries to explain but you interrupt him.

"Then relax and let mommy do her job you slut." With those final words, you add another finger into him. The additional digit does cause a slight sting to course through his body. However it is easily forgotten when your fingers are pumping back and forth. The wet sounds of squelching resonating in the room.

Douma hides his face into the pillow, muffling his high-pitched moans, and whines. Fuck it was so embarrassing and emasculating but it felt so good. The way the tips of your fingers were almost touching his prostate with each thrust had him on edge. He could feel his cock stirring and growing to a full mast. Douma whimpered when you sped up your pace and your fingers were just barely prodding at his sweet gland. Your eyes look up just in time to see your lover hiding his face into the pillow. You weren't pleased to see that. You wanted to hear those sounds. Your free hand snatches his platinum hair by the root of his scalp and you pull on it. Successfully you move his head away from the pillow and crane it up allowing for him to let out those gasps and moans freely.

You add in another finger, pumping three of them inside of Douma's stretched out ass. "Let me hear you moan for me you whore."

A gasp came from him when your fingers were now deep inside. It was to the point where they actually pressed onto his prostate. He lets out a tremulous moan, "Fu-Fuuck!" and rocks his hips towards your fingers. When you pushed in, he would push back, encouraging you to keep doing what you were doing.

His multi-colored eyes were becoming glassy and brimming with tears by the time you had deemed him good enough to take your "cock" You pull them out with a lewd "pop" and reach to grab the base of his hard cock beginning to please it with rapid strokes. Douma's legs shake from the quick change of stimulation, but he doesn't falter from his knelt position.

You pant into his ear, "Such a good slut, a good slut for mommy. Hmm... I wanna fucking ruin you Douma. You want me to stick my cock in your ass now baby?" He nods, forgetting to use his words, which drove you to stop stroking his cock. He lets out a sob when you do that. "I said to use your words."

Douma moans, "Yes mommy! Mommy fuck me with your cock!"

Your mouth grew into a wicked smile as you croon, "Aww... looks like someone must have lost their manners. You forgot to,"

He interjects, "Please! Please f-fuck me with your cock, mommy!"

You flip him over onto his back because you wanted to be able to see his face when he cums from you fucking him. Douma looked exceptionally pretty right now. His chest was flushed red, cheeks were tinted the same color, and his eyes... his beautiful colorful eyes were brimming with tears. The cock he would use to fuck you into submission was leaking with precum against his stomach.

Your hand grabs the silicone black strap-on by the base and you rub it together with Douma's cock. He sighs and spreads his legs wider to accommodate for you. "Good boys use their manners when they want something. You're gonna be a good boy for me while I fuck you?"

He eagerly nods his head and doesn't forget to speak this time. "I will be a good boy for you mommy." His eyes lower down to the dick that you picked out and he tenses up when he sees it's the same size as his own cock. If not then a little longer. Douma knew the hell he put you through with adjusting to his monstrous dick. Maybe that's why you chose this one to even out the score. "M-Mommy, I-I don't know if that's going to fit..."

"Hm? It will fit baby." You answer his concern while slicking the silicone cock with lube. "Mommy won't hurt you, she promises. Now... I'm going to put the tip in okay?"

He timidly nods his head and watches as you align the tip to his entrance. The girth of the thing is downright intimidating. He grunts when you push the tip in through the ring and tosses his head back on the pillow. Your voice shushes him and softly tells him to calm down. Douma's internally grateful when you gently thrust forward and take your time with him. He's actually apologetic for not being considerate when it came to you being fucked. His claws dig into the futon underneath him and pulls at the cloth.

You tenderly caress his thigh, your voice purring, "There, there my sweet baby. I have to go a little deeper and then we can really get this started. Let me know how it feels."

Douma's a little hesitant to continue with this, but he doesn't say anything to stop it. Rather he accepts his fate by feeling you slide in further into his body the girth of the toy stretches his hole. He gasps as he feels the tip of the cock rubbing right up against his sweet spot. When you decide to jut your hips forward a little the tip of the toy presses firmly on it and causes him to let out a long drawn out moan.

"Aah~" He bites down on his bottom lip with his teeth so hard that blood pools out from it. Douma takes a hold of his cock in his hand and starts to stroke it up and down. He trembles underneath you, licking his lips and wriggling his hips. His voice is unsteady when he asks you, "C-Can you move now mommy please?"

You lean forward to kiss his lips and murmur, "Such a polite slut, yes I can, baby." Your tongue enters his mouth without a fight from him. He seemed to be submitting to you quite easily. As you two suck on each other's tongues, you pull the cock out halfway and then slam your hips forward.

Douma moans loudly into the kiss and his hands immediately grab your ass to bring you closer. The tip of the cock prods at his prostate, the slight pressure of it makes his head fuzzy. You pull your mouth away from his and watch as the cock rams into Douma's hole. Each and every merciless thrust has your demonic lover moaning in bliss.

"Ah, ah, ah, s-so fucking good mommy. Yes mommy, fuck," His voice sounded desperate as he laid there receiving your hard thrusts.

Your hand went up to his chest and stroked his nipple. You let out a pleased hum, and stopped your thrusts for a moment. You pulled your hips back for the cock to be buried into him halfway. Afterwards you gathered a glob of spit from your mouth and spat onto his puckered hole. In a flash your hips were pounding into his own. The wet sounds, in credits to the spit, were resounding in the room.

Douma's pale face had a red tint across his cheeks. He whined and let go of his cock to grip the bed sheets underneath him. "Fuck, fuck," He moans out as he laid there getting fucked by you.

"My pretty fucking slut, taking my dick like a champ. Oh, mommy's so proud of her little slut."

The demon couldn't stop his moans, not with you abusing his prostate gland with your cock. "Yes, yes, f-fuck, oh I'm going to cum. Mommy can I cum?"

You cooed, "Yes you can cum for mommy baby."

Douma's hand flies back down to his leaking cock and gives the base a tight squeeze. His thumb teases his tip, smearing the translucent syrup on it. He closes his eyes for a moment as he visualizes your warm pussy on his cock. Fuck, your tight cunt riding him into a fit of ecstasy. The fantasies he had of your pussy turn into you fucking him with this toy of a cock you had on. In his mind, you were knelt behind him and had positioned him onto all fours. Like a dog. You had him on his stomach and you were ramming him from behind instead of right now on his back.

His thighs would be shaking from how long they've been stuck in just that one position. Because when he'd fuck you he'd have you endure it. Knowing that your strength wasn't on par to his own. Douma would be inconsiderate of your exhaustion and keep fucking you until he wanted to stop.

Maybe this was his karma right now. You fucking him like he was some sort of lowly bitch.

He was a lowly bitch. He was your bitch.

The teasing to his tip turns into him stroking his cock rapidly. The wet slick noises he makes is almost enough to make him cum. Just almost. The demon's prism colored eyelids open to watch himself play with his dick. He whimpers a few more times, before tossing his head back on the pillow.

You look up at his face just in time to see Douma's eyes rolling to the back of his head. His mouth parted into an "O" shape and dry sounding gasps of air coming out. The hand you had on his nipple went up to his neck and gripped it tight. As tight as you, a human, could do towards a powerful demon like him. Except Douma wasn't as strong as he usually was right now. Not with you using him to your own pleasure and fucking him ruthlessly.

You squeezed his throat strong enough for him to choke and frantically utter the words, "Fuck, fuck, I'm cumming," his voice gets higher and more desperate, "I'm cumming~"

Your thrusts never relent even when he cums all over his abdomen and into his hand. Streams of white paints his alabaster skin. You slow down when his hand slows down on his cock. At the same time the two of you come to a full and complete stop. Douma's hand languidly holding his dick, while you were half-way sheathed into your lover's ass.

"Ha... ha... hah... f-fuck that felt so good Y/N."

"Glad that felt good for you Douma, but guess what?" His eyes look to you curiously, to which you calmly respond, "Mommy didn't cum."

— ENMU

Enmu always looked pretty on an everyday basis. Though it was when you convinced him to dress up in a black lace bra and thong with a garter belt, you were starstruck by his figure. You were accustomed to seeing Enmu wearing his usual suit jacket and tight pants. However, you were surprised to see how "womanly" his physique was. While your lover did possess the anatomy of a man, his structure was fairly similar to a woman's. He had thick porcelain thighs, round hips, and a tiny waist that curved. The undergarments he wore exposed his pudgy stomach that added to the image of his effeminate body.

You had him sitting on the bed with his legs parted. In between his thighs was a small lump underneath the black panties he wore.

"Are you sure you're not a woman? I know that some demons can change their sexes." You say as you run your hands up his thighs and hover your mouth over his cock.

Enmu shudders from the ghost of your breath on his hot, restrained erection and he answers, "Only the strongest of demons can change their gender, my darling, demons like Lord Muzan."

You sigh and pout up at him, "Hm... what a pity then. I will just have to improvise it seems."

He cocked his head to the side to your words, and his eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. You noticed his inquisitive expression, but didn't verbally respond to him. Rather you let your tongue flatten against the bulge through the panties he wore. Your warm, wet flesh rubbing against his clothed shaft in a slow, teasing glide. Enmu lets out a high-pitched moan and spreads his legs slightly wider to accommodate for you. Your tongue then curved to stick itself underneath the fabric of the panties to touch his rigid cock.

"A-Ah, oh mommy... mommy please." He pleads.

You pull your mouth away from his cock and he whined when you did that. "I forgot just how sensitive your little dick was to my mouth princess."

Enmu's cock twitched underneath the panties and he shrunk his form into the bed. He covered his eyes with his arm and pleaded, "Mom-mommy please use your mouth... ha... on my cock please."

You hum and hook your fingers on the straps of the thong tugging it down. Enmu helped you in taking off the piece of fabric by swiping a clawed nail through the strings. His method was quicker and easier for you to have access to his cock. Unlike some demons, possibly due to him being a lower rank, his cock was average sized. It was roughly five inches when erect and had some girth to it. Although you thought it was cute and matched with Enmu's effeminate appearance. A decent sized cock for a pretty boy.

Your pretty boy.

A warm and wet feeling engulfs Enmu's dick before he could even think. He arches his back up from the bed and lets out a long keen. His cheeks turn red and body grows hot. The effeminate demon covers his mouth with his hand, shyly turning his head away from the sight of you sucking him off. His thighs quiver like a leaf and a hand grips onto the bedsheet.

"Hm! Hm!" He moans into his palm. Enmu jerks his hips up subtly towards your mouth.

Your tongue was twisting around his shaft like a piece of candy. It collected a glob of his semen and spat it back onto his cock. Then you took his dick back into your mouth and lowered your head further. Enmu gasps, stunned by his head prodding at the back of your throat. You gag, but you don't push him away. Instead you go down further until he's sitting snug in your throat. Just to tease him you clench your throat muscles around his cock.

"O-Oh! Darl- mommy!" He cries out and feels a fire pooling in his stomach. "I'm going to cum mommy, s-stop please!"

Thankfully, for him, you remove your mouth from his dick. Enmu whips his head down to you, his eyes take a mental picture of your swollen lips covered in spit. He doesn't mind. The sight only attracts him to you. He cups your face in his hands and connects your lips for a tender sweltering kiss. Both of you moan as hands desperately finds places to touch each other. His hands search till they find your hips to pull you on top of him. Your hands explore his body until they find purchase on his round ass.

You trail a finger in the crevice of his cheeks to the rim of his hole. To test him out you trace the puckered rim with the tip of your finger. He jolts and follows your finger by rocking his ass towards it. As your tongue dominates Enmu's uncoordinated mouth your finger prods at his hole.

Enmu pulls his mouth away from yours just to whisper, "M-Mommy can I please just ride your cock?"

"Hm? Ride my dick now? But princess, I have to stretch out your pretty ass." Your hands grab at his globes and squeezes them. "I would hate to hurt you baby."

He presses on, "We don't have to prepare me mommy. I-I just really want... I really want you to fuck me."

You didn't want to argue with him so you shrug your shoulders and flip positions with him. You position yourself to lie on the bed with a pillow beneath you and your legs spread. You wore a strap-on, a thick and heavy cock between your thighs.

"Get the balm then princess, I don't want to hear about you being sore later."

Enmu makes quick work to grab the balm and rubs it onto his hole. Once he's satisfied with how generously he applied the lubricant to his hole, the demon grabs the base of the cock and guides the tip to his ass. His puckered hole hovers above the tip of the cock as he lowers himself onto it. Just the head of it stretches his hole to the width of it.

Your hands caress his waist and voice murmurs soft praises. He had this look of discomfort on his face, though you knew Enmu wasn't in pain. He could take a cock up the ass. He's proven this to you a few times before now. If he was truly in danger, he would let you know immediately. As you read his body language it didn't appear to be any of the sort. Your eyes look down at where the toy is entering his ass slowly.

"It's almost all in baby, oh my goodness, my sweet little princess. You're taking my cock so well." You say as he whimpers from being so full of your strap-on. "Just a little more baby, yes that's it. Oh! Is it all in?" You sit up from the bed, your chests touching and stroke his skin on his stomach with your thumbs in circles.

Enmu was fully seated on the cock and his head felt fuzzy when the tip of it was poking at his prostate. His eyes were glazed over, with his head tilted to the side. In a soft voice he stuttered, "Y-Yes mommy all of it is inside of me... fuck it's s'big."

The lower rank demon starts to bounce on your lap. His hands holding onto your shoulder for leverage. As he lifted his hips up, you brought yours down and together you both had established a rhythm. You glide your fingers from his tiny waist to his round ass cheeks and you squeeze them in your hands. Then you spread them apart while your lover rides your cock til his heart was content.

"Ah, haaaa, hm, f-fuuck!" He whimpers. "Ha, ha, ahhh, riding your cock feels so good mommy. I-I love it when you let me ride you."

"You love riding my cock pretty?" You ask him to which he nods his head. "Me too, I love seeing your ass ride my dick."

Your mouth ghosts a warm gasp of air on his chest. You stick out your tongue and trace the shape of his nipples through the lace bralette he was wearing. Enmu pushes his chest closer to your mouth as he pulls down the cup to let you suck on it. He body sputters as he rides you, though he doesn't halt his movements. The effeminate demon moans loudly when your hand slapped his ass.

Enmu rides you faster and harder. The way he's moving is so determined, so desperate, and needy as he seeks for his release. You bite down on his hard nipple before pulling away and hastily fiddling with the connectors behind his back. The two of you are panting heavily. When you get the bra unhooked you take it off of him and shove Enmu down onto his back on the bed. His head hangs off from the edge of it, also he was slightly confused as to why you would change positions on him so suddenly. He receives an answer when you pull your hips back and sharply pound into him.

He lets out a drawn-out shriek and perches his legs onto your shoulders. His ankles crossing behind your head. Enmu is borderline floating at this point. His mind is cloudy of any sense of reality, his skin is prickling and he's not capable of coming up with any coherent sentences. All he does while you fuck him like an animal is let out babbles and pleads for you to keep going.

"Y-Yes, 'eep 'oing, mommyyyy, fuck mommyyyy, fuck me 'ust like that, don't stop... don't... sssstop!"

"I wanna see... fuck, your mouth suck your cock baby, hm shit! Suck your cock while I fuck you."

Enmu doesn't waste any time, he conjures up a mouth to show on his palm and places it on the tip of his cock. The tongue laps at the salty beads, the cum he tastes in his own mouth and lowers his hand down to swallow his entire length. It felt warm and wet though it was nothing compared to when you would suck his sensitive cock. Your mouth just felt better. Although the double stimulation is too much for him. Your cock ramming into his sensitive gland, and his mouth sucking his own cock causes him to experience electricity flowing through his veins. His legs tense up on your shoulders and back arches up from the bed. A needy whine erupts from his mouth when he comes into the mouth on his hand.

You were fucking him until you noticed that he went completely still on you. Gradually you stop ramming into him and pull the cock out of his ass. Enmu pants, trying to catch his breath, same as you. You cup his cheek into your hand before leaning in and kissing his lips. You could taste a faint hint of saltiness on his tongue. His arms wrap around your neck to deepen the kiss. For a moment, that's all you two do is just swap spit and moan into each other's mouth.

Just then you detach your lips from his to ask, "Did you just cum?"

Enmu timidly nods his head and breathed, "I didn't mean to come without your permission mommy. It just felt so good."

— AIZETSU

You had finally achieved in getting Aizetsu alone with you. After a week of asking him and getting interrupted before the two of you even got a chance to take off your clothes. His other counterparts seemed to have an inkling of whenever you two were about to get down to it. As they seemed to interrupt at the worst of times.

Though tonight you had something special planned for Aizetsu. It was something you talked about with him before and at first he was very reluctant to the idea. The fear of him being heard moaning like a dog in heat, whining like a baby, and whimpering from the pleasure all because a woman would be fucking him was humiliating. It took you some time to ease Aizetsu into having you be the dominant in bed. Once you did fully gain his trust, you decided that tonight he was ready.

You shoved led Aizetsu into your room and slid the door shut behind you. The only light that was in your room was the dim candles you had placed. The demon of sorrow sat quietly on your bed, shirtless, and awaiting for you to join him. His hands reached out for yours, and when they connected he pulled you onto his lap then lowered himself onto his back on the bed. A warmth was blooming on his cheeks as he looked away from you shyly.

"I'm sorry, I just can't believe that we will be doing this. It worries me that the others might hear." He was telling you of his worries and concerns, but you weren't paying attention.

Your lips were kissing on the tip of his pointed ear. A place that you knew he was sensitive at. The demon gasps when your mouth lowered to his earlobe and sucked harshly on the fleshy piece. Followed by that was a pathetic sounding whine. He could feel his cock in his pants growing and twitching for attention. Aizetsu was reaching down to free his cock from the confinement of his pants, but you saw and was quick to swat his hand away.

He opens his mouth to rebut your action, and you instantly shut him up by closing your mouth on his. Your tongue invading his mouth and tasting his spit. You weren't watchful in regards to his sharp fangs, so when his teeth cut your lower lip you didn't flinch. Regardless of the blood that trickled out of your mouth and dribbled into his. The sweet metallic taste of your blood entered his mouth and onto his taste buds. He was struck by you not stopping the kiss but making it more forceful and rough with him. The blood that was previously dribbling was now coming into a stream in his mouth. On instinct he was drinking it up.

For some reason it felt like you were voluntarily feeding him your blood. In a way that he couldn't explain, the feeling of it aroused him greatly. Aizetsu took a gentle hold of your hand and led it down to his erection. As your lips danced with fervor, your hand squeezed on his sensitive cock and kneaded it through his clothes.

"Hm! Hmm!" He whines, thrusting his hips up into your palm. His mouth released yours with a wet "pop" sound and his tongue poked out of his mouth like a thirsty puppy. His blue eyes appeared to have darkened by lust just from the kiss alone. "M-More please," He begged.

You licked away the blood staining your lips before you say, "You want more baby? What do you want for mommy to do?"

Aizetsu exhales shakily and requests, "I-I want your hand on my cock please... and I really need your m-mouth."

"You want and you need. That's to be expected from a pitiful whore like you." Your eyes glimmer as you watch him pout and squirm underneath you. "What about what mommy wants and needs? Don't you care about what I want 'Zetsu?"

He nods his head eagerly and bites back a moan when your hand squeezes his cock again. "Mhm! Yes, yes, mommy."

"So let's come to an agreement," you began while pulling down the waistband of his pants to free his cock. "Since you want my hand on your cock, and need my mouth, I want to fuck you with my cock and need to see you cum from it." Aizetsu whimpers pathetically, becoming agitated with you purposefully stalling. He was hoping you'd just please him already. "Are you going to let me fuck you with my cock and watch you cum all over it?" You pull his pants down his legs and once they're fully off you toss them over your head onto the floor behind you.

Again he nods his head, "W-Whatever you want to do with me mommy. I don't mind, I'm yours for tonight mommy."

"Such a good boy, my pretty little slut." You coo as you leisurely run your hands up and down his toned thighs.

His cock in your eyes looked absolutely beautiful. If there was such a thing as the perfect cock, Aizetsu's would be it. The foreskin of it was a nice shade of a tawny brown, and enhanced by thick pulsating veins. His tip was a dusty rose pink, the bulbous head of it currently flushed, and leaking translucent pearls. He was a generous length, curved shaft, and ample girth. His balls were the size of takoyakis and hairless. Plus he had no hair on his pubic. All in all he was perfect.

Your lips kiss the inner parts of his thighs on both sides. Not one spot was left untouched. As you neared closer to his dick, a wicked smile grew on your face as you knew what was to come. Your mouth divided your lips and tongue stuck out to lick at his balls. Aizetsu breathes in sharply then moans, his hip slightly twitches. You let out a pleased hum just as you nurse his sack into your mouth. He shamelessly whines upon the arousing feeling of his balls being suckled and nibbled on.

You don't just give one ball a special treatment, you give it to the opposite as well. Your tongue licks at it and mouth sucks on it like a hard candy. You release it with a wet smack, pleased to know that his sack was covered in your saliva. Aizetsu's hand strokes on his muscular abdomen, clawed fingers subtly scratching at his tan skin and consciously stimulating himself. His cock twitches for attention, attention that you would give to it soon.

The demon breath hitches in excitement when your mouth slithers up from his sack to the head of his cock. Your plush lips nudge against his bulbous tip, gliding your bottom lip along the shape of it to smear his cum on it. Shamelessly you rubbed your lips together as if you were applying a lip stick and smiled devilishly at the sorrowful demon.

"Hmm~ 'Zetsu how does mommy look with your cum on her lips?" You pucker your lips to him, and hold his shaft in your hand.

As you give your demon languid strokes, your tongue drag across your lips to taste his essence. Aizetsu's body shudders at the sight, how could you be pretty like an angel but dirty like a devil? He couldn't understand it.

He replies to your question, answering in a shaky voice, "Y-You look s-so beautiful with my cum mommy..."

You squeal in delight at his response and part your lips to flatten your tongue on the veins on his length. You traced each vein with the tip of your tongue from beginning to the end. Aizetsu was shaking from it all. Your mouth envelopes the side of his cock and suck on the tender foreskin. Afterwards you move your mouth to the tip and give him wet sucks. The timid demon lets out a drawn-out sigh.

You begin to bob your head up and down, allowing for your spit to slather his cock in it. It was a sloppy blowjob, but Aizetsu preferred for it to be that way. This you knew was a fact from long ago.

Aizetsu's hips twitched as your mouth sucked on his rigid and leaking cock. The saltiness of his cum lingered on your tongue as you lapped at the taste. He was experiencing leg quivering pleasure from how good you were sucking him off. Little sounds of whimpers emitted from the demon as he laid on the bed.

"Feels s'good... hahhh... oh you're making me sound so weak. Just from you... ugh... oh fuck... sucking my cock like thaaat." He moans loudly when you take all of him into your throat. The tip of your nose touching his pubic bone. Aizetsu's eyes start to sting and for the first time tonight you have him crying. He "Ff-fuck! F-fuck! You're taking me so deep in your mouth... hah... ohhh..." He throws his head back when you start to move your head again. A tear rolls down his right cheek.

Your hands were rested on his inner thighs to keep him spread. One hand went to his ass hole, and there you encircle your finger on his rim. You don't penetrate it, but you do give him a sign that your finger is there. Aizetsu keeps on letting out moans while he reaches his left hand out to blindly search for something. He pats along his surroundings till it comes across a slim tube and he grabs it with a haste. He hands the item to you, and you use it to spread a clear substance on his rim.

It's cold, but it's not too frigid to have him complaining. His body feels like it's on fire right now. Your mouth sucking him off and your fingers about to enter him. Aizetsu's hand lays on the top of your head to gently guide you to move your mouth faster around his dick. While you're not gagging on him yet, your jaw is becoming tired from the fixed position it's in.

"I'm sorry, I'm sss-sorry for doing thiss... ha... haaa... a-ah! Hng!" At the end of his sentence he's surprised when your finger penetrates him without a warning. The demon's gasps and squirms on the bed, more tears rolling down his cheeks. He's so distracted by it that he accidentally stops moving your head.

Your mouth pops off of his dick and finally you're free. To compensate for stopping you give Aizetsu's cock your hand and stroke it. You have one hand stroking his cock, and a finger touching his gummy walls on the inside. Your finger curves upwards and presses down on a firm spot; Aizetsu's mind gets cloudy. He just lays on the bed moaning like a slut. His blue eyes turn dark and unfocused because of you fingering him so well.

The way he's squirming on the bed and crying was honestly cute in your mischievous eyes. "I wish you could see yourself now Aizetsu. I haven't even fucked you yet, and you're so damn whiny for me. Squirming on the bed, and crying... I wonder what your counterparts would think seeing you like this." You squeeze your hand tighter on his cock, "They'll probably think you're a weak demon for letting a human like me reduce you into a whimpering slut."

He tries to ignore your words, so you insert another finger into his ass and proceed to speed up your thrusts. The demon's breath hitches at the same time his eyes widen in shock. His head thrashes from side to side, letting out high-pitched whines before he brings a hand up to his mouth to muffle his sounds. He couldn't believe that you made that come out of him.

"Hm! Hm! Hmmm!!"

"What? You don't believe they'll think of you like that?" You slide your fingers out of his hole and flip his body over onto his stomach. "Hands and knees then, arch that back for me you pathetic demon."

Aizetsu scrambles to hold himself on his hands and knees and arching his back just as you told him to. He jolts when your hand slaps his ass cheek not once, not twice, but several times. The demon is confounded by your aggressiveness. Although it doesn't weaken the erection between his legs. He looks over his shoulder to see you looking down at something and moving your hands around. He doesn't know what you're doing not until a firm press is against his ass hole.

The sorrowful demon's hole is widened by the toy cock you push into it. His hole stretches to the width of it. He could feel that the tip was small, but the girth gradually grew wider the further you slid in. When you're buried to hilt, you rock your hips forward letting him feel just how deep you were in him.

"Fuuuuck... w-what the fff-fuck?"

"Let's put on a show for your counterparts 'Zetsu." You tell him.

"H-Huh?" Was his response.

You pulled your hips back and slammed deep into him. He lurched forward, gasping sharply and his claws embedding into the bed sheets. You repeated the action again, and again, and again. You only stopped when the cock came out of his hole, but you just rammed it back inside and took control of it. Your hand twisted into Aizetsu's black wavy locks, tugging him back while you pummeled forward. Sounds of clapping resonated when your hips made contact.

"Come, on, baby! Make some- fuck- fucking noise!" You growl.

"Aah! Aaah! Aaah! Oooh fuck!" His voice was wobbly because of you fucking into him like a brute. His dick was dripping beads of white onto the bed underneath him. His blue eyes rolled into the back of his head, body tensing up when the cock was stroking his gland at every thrust. "Mmm! Y-Yes! Y-Yes!"

A hand slapped on his ass cheek. Then the one from his hair went to grab his cock to stroke it rapidly matching the speed to your strokes. Aizetsu whimpers nonstop and sobs pitifully into a pillow. The way you're fucking him is too much for him to handle. He drools onto the pillow, his voice is turning into rasps. Due to him wailing and whining.

Your thumb draws tight quick circles on his tip then prods at the peak. You start to chuckle watching Aizetsu's body start to go limp and just mindlessly throwing his ass back on your cock. You bite down on your bottom lip and bury yourself into his ass; going still. The hand on Aizetsu's cock squeezes his middle section and jostles it around. Then you use it to play with his balls and it's when you that, when Aizetsu releases streams of white on the blankets.

He ejaculates with a soft, tired moan coming out of his mouth. Your hand is covered in his sticky syrup when you pull it away. You flip the demon over onto his back, seeing him panting heavily with his chest rising and falling. His face is ruined with dry tear tracks on his cheeks.

"Are you okay Aizetsu?" You used his name rather than the nickname, because you were worried that you actually broke him. You shook his body urgently, "Aizetsu? Baby?"

He takes your cum-covered hand in his own and holds it up to his lips. He kisses your fingers and sucks off his cum from one of them. After his mouth has cleaned off your fingers, he rasps, "I'm okay... th-that felt really g-good Y/N."

notes: i'll let y'all guess which one of these was my favorite to write ( ✧≖ ͜ʖ≖) LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF THIS!!! I LOVE TO READ FEEDBACK!

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Brat.

A/n: Honestly just sum that's stuck in my head and had to post. This was not checked in anyway so sorry for the miss spelling and the lack of sense.

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"Fuck!" he groaned as you rubbed him through his pants. "Please baby stop fuckin teasing m-me!" You pull away from him and he lets out a pitiful whine while trying to chase your hand, almost grabbing you forgetting he can't touch without permission.

"Honey if I didn't know better, I'd take you for a slut with the way you're acting right now." You tease as you dig into his thighs so close yet so far from his dick, "where do you want me to touch you baby?" You take his cock out of his pants starting to rub him hoping for a reaction.

"c'mon honey answer me." You say in a demanding tone only to be rewarded with a slight whine. Keeping the pace looking up at him you realize he's the only one getting off on this. you rub harder in an attempt to get something out of him, only to catch him to staring at your lips. As his bottom lip is being tucked between his teeth holding back any sounds that might give you satisfaction.

Abruptly stopping at the base of his dick. "This isn't going to work." You say as he pathetically tires to rut into your hand only for you to let go. You ponder trying to think of a good way to get him to submit. He finally lets his voice loose in an attempt to get you to touch him.

"You know you want to touch me so stop fucking stalling," he grumbles. Ignoring the please and grunts you finally come up with an idea, one not to enjoyable but not to depressing.

Grabbing his shaft at a slow sickening pace circling his tip, he rewards you with a dragged out moan. "F-fuck, baby is this punishment from earlier?" He questions sounding out of breath.

"What do you think?" You question as you squeeze his balls, "do you think it's fun watching my play thing being pounced on by a bunch of bitches? Or, do you like the attention that much that you have to parade yourself everywhere we go?"

He knows he should feel bad but they're not even dating so why does she care? Shuddering he lets out a breathy moan, "you know how to tease a man I'll give you that sweetie" a moan interrupting him as you tease along his chest, "b-but you're going to get sick of teasing soon princess."

"oh no baby," you say before sucking on his neck while pinching his nipple earning a nice loud whimper, "I'm going to fucking enjoy every second of this, it's clear to me that you want my attention, Or do I have that wrong?" You squeeze the tip of his dick making him shudder, "Do you want to have other people gawking at the sight of you? Am I not enough for your whorish fantasies? " He shudders at the fact that you're all riled up for him and he loves the fact that you're jealous of the idea that others can get their grimy hands on what you have. Then he notices you look his body up and down. He starts preparing a bratty remark until your eyes lock.

He sucks in a harsh breath unable to speak as if all the air in his lungs were nocked out of him Suddenly he's hit with a waft of emotion. He eyes your mouth wanting for you to take him. Wanting you to kiss him so hard his lips go swollen, wanting so bad for you to just claim him. Wanting you to mark him to the point he can't hide it. Wanting you to let others know he's yours. Wanting you to keep him and brag about him to others. He want you to make him feel loved.

He'll never say it though.

Lips merely a centimeter away from each other so close but you don't connect them, not wanting to give that privilege. You remove your hands from the back of his head and start to push his length back into his pants. "No baby please no," sounding to desperate for his liking. "Pleasepleasepleaseplease baby please I need it, I need you please." His voice trails down to a small desperate whisper. He begs so nicely but you don't notice the gravity of his words.

You sigh dramatically, "what a shame if only you acted like this at the beginning sweetie, things could have gone a bit better." You fix yourself and look into your compact mirror to fix any trace of this happening.

Not wanting you to leave him he tries to step to you only to notice that his legs have gone numb. He realizes a bit too late and it causes him to trip onto you. You push him off.

Not wanting to give up he tires begging again on his knees just how you like him, "I'll be good I promise please, you -fuck- please just don't leave me like this." He grabs onto the sides of your legs hoping you'll stay.

Swatting his hand away, "you beg so nicely when you want me to have my way with you buttt," grabbing your purse making sure everything is in there, "You know the rules; brats don't get rewards, they get punishments. And you can thank yourself for making this game more fun!" You blow a kiss as you open the door. "Be a good boy next time and I'll give you what you want." you hold a cheeky smile as you leave him there dumb founded.

His eyes water as he watches you leave him. He didn't know how bad he wanted this, but who can he blame other than himself? He stayed seated for a while, then he stood on his legs when they were ready, cleaning himself up and wiping his tear stained face. Hoping the next time you'll give him a chance.

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A/n: idk if this is a one shot lmk if you want a part two tho!

ok so I edited this again, because reading back it was kinda off and I didn't like the way it was at first it just lacked emotion. So I fixed it but I got carried away and I don't know if I should've just kept it the way it was of if this was fine. Anyway hopefully I'm going to make a part two. Oh and I don't have names for these characters so give me some name suggestions!

[nai2fly]

Just a Taste

Request: I wanna say one about Denki sucking readers fingers. I would want the kinks of mommy kink, degradation kink, and some that you would like to add as well!

CW: NSFW, Bottom Denki x Top Female Y/N, lots of sweetness at first, degradation, slapping, finger sucking, anal penetration, hair pulling, vaginal penetration, fingering (male and female receiving), pegging, riding, handjobs, crying, overstimulation, edging, reassurance, spanking, Denki sucks at taking things serious, lots of jokes

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Denki stared at Y/N, who stared at his empty TV screen. Nothing was playing, yet she was staring so intently.

"Oh my god, you finally lost it," Denki blinked and Y/N looked to him.

"You've been losing it, I don't wanna hear it from you," She chuckled, then pointed to the TV screen. "I was looking at how fucking dirty it is bro. How do you even get a TV screen THAT filthy?"

"By owning a cat that climbs all over it," He snorted, moving over to her. "Wanna watch a movie?"

"Sure," She nodded, leaning over to kiss him. "Make popcorn."

"Yes ma'am," He kissed back, then walked off to the kitchen. "Pick a movie!"

"What are we in the mood for," She yelled out, grabbing his TV remote.

"Nothing that has animals dying," He yelled back.

She hummed, scrolling through the movies. Most of them looked like shit. "What about action?!"

"Yeah, that sounds good!"

She grunted and clicked on some superhero movie. Maybe it would end up being funny. It didn't matter anyway, Denki's commentary made anything funny.

And soon, Denki was sat by her, popcorn in hand. She started it and turned the lights off. "Extra butter?"

"Of course. Light butter is for pussies," Denki snorted, wrapping an arm around Y/N. "And you my dear, are not a pussy."

"Thanks," Y/N chuckled.

Denki eyed the movie as it started. "What's it about?"

"I don't know. It looked basic. Probably some basic ass superhero trope," Y/N shrugged, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

"...okay. So like child who gets powers and grows up with them in secret, not wanting to ruin their identity, but learns that they eventually have to use it, to save people," Denki explained.

"More basic," She smiles, looking up to him to see the concentration.

"Hm... Born without a super power, was shunned for it, but randomly gets one because... He was bitten by a bug. An out of world bug. And he comes out on top in the end," Denki offered, looking back to her.

She kissed him. She couldn't resist his dorky grin. He kissed back, leaning in. "You're a dork."

"You love it," Denki pointed out, kissing her forehead before pulling away. "Now movie time, I gotta see if I'm right."

She snorted, shoving more popcorn into her mouth. "Surprised you didn't bring in time travel."

"Oh my god, don't get me started," He shook his head.

She didn't look at the at the TV, instead, just eyeing him. His face was so cute. His eyes looking so excited, even if the hero looked like it came straight out of a children's cereal commercial.

After a minute or so, he noticed her looking at him. "Yes?"

"I love you," Y/N smiled.

Denki grinned back. "I love you too," He kissed her, staying there for a few moments this time. Then he pulled away, grin getting even bigger. "C'mon, you're missing his orgin story, it's so riveting."

"Riveting," Y/N repeated as Denki wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him.

They managed to make it halfway through the movie, and while Y/N thought it was poorly written, Denki's comments we're funny and entertaining enough.

At one point, she reached into the bowl to discover, popcorn was gone. She frowned. "Damnit."

"What," Denki looked to her, then followed her gaze. "Damnit! I don't even think I got a bite."

Y/N snorted. "No one was stopping you."

Denki grabbed Y/N's wrist, and picked her hand up. "I see the evidence right here. You're the first culprit I've seen covered in butter."

"I admit to the crime," Y/N snorted, then pointed a finger in his face, wrist still being held. "What's my punishment?"

"Slobbery hands."

"What-"

Y/N's face scrunched as Denki licked her hand, wrist to the tip of her middle finger. "I can't tell if you want to be a dog or your just horny and don't know how to express it."

Denki shrugged, freely bringing two fingers into his mouth. "Does it matter," He slurred around the fingers, watching how Y/N laughed.

"Yes, it does," Y/N pushed the empty bowl to the side, climbing into his lap. "One makes you... Someone who wants to be a dog, and the other one makes you a whore so..."

Denki eyed her, letting go of her wrist to hold her hips. He felt Y/N's fingers start to wiggle, and they slid back into his throat. He felt his face burn, hands holding her hips harder.

"What's the safeword," Y/N asked, pulling her fingers free, just enough for him to speak.

"Strawberry," Denki grinned. "It's such a dumb safeword."

"You're the one who picked it out," Y/N grinned back, kissing his cheek. "Anything you want to avoid?"

Denki thought that over. Y/N always asked, and he never really had an answer. But he did this time.

"I have that hero party, gala, shitty thing in a few days. Maybe don't leave any too obvious marks," He spoke, as Y/N's kisses moved to his neck.

Y/N nodded. "Okay baby. C'mon. Bedroom," She stood from his lap, finally pulling her fingers from his mouth. He was disappointed, actually, but followed her.

They made it to the bedroom and she sat down on the edge of the bed, standing him in front of her. "Take your shirt off."

Denki smiled, and took it off. He was far from ashamed of his body, especially when it came to Y/N. He always liked showing off to Y/N.

"Beautiful," Y/N chuckled, eyeing Denki's smile. She was pretty sure it would be gone soon.

In a good way of course.

"Just get naked," Y/N leaned back on her hands, giving him a small smile.

"Gladly," Denki smirked, sliding off his sweatpants and boxers with no fanfare. Just quick and easy. "Do I meet your requirements?"

"Always babe," Y/N grabbed his hand and pulled him to her, and sat him on her lap. "Gonna be a good boy?"

Denki felt his face burn again as he nodded, kissing her. "I love you."

"I love you too," Y/N hummed, hands moving to his hips.

He didn't stop kissing her, even as her hands moved to his chest, then down to his abs, then to his half hard cock. He couldn't pull away, even when he started moaning softly into her mouth.

Y/N moved her hand slowly, feeling the few veins around his cock, letting her thumb circle the head. And Denki was on the verge of making her pass out.

She pulled away, letting out a breathless laugh. "Jesus, Denki."

"Sorry," Denki laughed back, taking a deep breath. He ran a hand through her hair, kissing her neck.

Y/N hummed at the sloppy kisses Denki left on her neck. She let her hand moved down to the lower base of his cock, and he huffed out a hot breath, hips starting to fuck up into her hand.

"Are you about to come," Y/N asked, sounding amused.

"Don't laugh," Denki huffed. "Your fault."

"I'm just sitting here," Y/N raised an eyebrow.

"And you look go good just sitting there," Denki groaned.

"God you're acting like a slut right now," Y/N huffed, feeling the way Denki paused for a second.

"Oh god," Denki whispered as he realized which way this is going.

"Okay," Y/N asked and Denki nodded quickly.

"Yeah, that's okay," He spoke, pulling his face out of Y/N's neck.

"Good," Y/N whispered, giving him a sweet kiss before pulling her hand away from his dick. Denki gave a small groan, obviously an annoyed one, but he didn't protest.

"Lay over my lap," Y/N pulled away completely, waiting for him to stand.

Denki didn't argue, standing before taking a second to think. One, what would this lead to? Two, how uncomfortable would this be?

Eh. Only one way to find out.

He draped his front over her lap, and took a second to adjust. "Your knee is so goddamn sharp."

Y/N snorted while she rolled her eyes. "You suck at taking things serious."

"Do you remember who you fell in love with?"

"I'm reminded everyday."

"That's a good thing," Denki turned to eye her. "Right?"

"It's lovely," Y/N grinned, then pushed Denki's head down. "Now shut up, I'm trying to seduce you."

"Consider me seduced," Denki threw in, but did listen to her.

It was more comfortable than he first assumed, now that her knee wasn't digging into his stomach. And the hands that started to massage his back? Godly.

He felt his breath hitch as one of those hands moved to his ass, just grabbing and feeling. He sighed a bit, letting his eyes close.

Then there was a smack laid on his ass. A hard, loud one.

Spanking wasn't something new with them. It had always been on the table, but they didn't do it often. Not a specific reason for that, it's just how they did things.

So he was caught off guard, to say the least.

He groaned a bit, a hand moving to grab something but realized there wasn't much to grab. "Fuck Y/N."

Y/N hummed, eyeing the mark on his ass that was already turning red. She ran her fingers over it gently. "Hand me the lube."

Denki easily reached over to the nightstand and grabbed it. He handed it to her, adjusting where his dick sat against her leg.

She brought her leg up slightly. "Stop moving."

"Yes ma'am," Denki nodded.

He fought the want to squirm when two lubed up fingers were pressed up against his ass. And he knew, he KNEW, she wasn't going to stop at a single spank. He was just awaiting the slap now.

The fingers slid in with a little resistance, but Y/N took it slowly, using her free hand to rub Denki's back as he tensed. Sure, she was domming, but she didn't want him to be uncomfortable.

Denki gulped, going to grab Y/N's legs but stopped himself. "Ma'am- can I- FUCK-"

The hard slap on his ass caught him off guard and he let out a whimper at the sting. But regardless, he tried again.

"Can- Can I grab you," Denki asked quickly.

Y/N took a second to process why he was asking that. "Yes, you can."

"Thank you," He nodded, and used a hand on her leg as those fingers slid back in. Good, he really needed something to hold onto.

Then something else popped up into his mind and he came to realize he didn't know how to ask. He should really start asking questions before they get in the middle of it.

"Wa- wait," He huffed, sitting up. "Strawberry? But not really," He felt Y/N stop instantly, gently pulling her fingers out.

"Yeah," Y/N asked, meeting his eyes as he turned and almost felt onto the ground.

"Can I call you Mommy," He asked, with a small grin.

She couldn't hold back the laugh. "That's what you wanted to ask?"

He grinned and nodded. "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable!"

"You wouldn't baby," She grabbed his chin and kissed him. "Thank you for asking though."

He hummed and kissed her back. "Sorry for interrupting."

"It's okay," Y/N nodded. "Is that it? Anything else?"

He thought that over, really wanting to avoid another interruption. "You owe me an ass massage after this."

She rolled her eyes and pulled him back onto her lap. "Yeah yeah, whatever man. Anything for the prince."

"You think I'm hot enough to be a prince?"

"And pretty enough to be a princess, now head down asshole," She chuckled.

She slid the fingers back in him slowly, listening for any real discomfort. When she was sure he was fine now, she continued.

She started rougher this time, sliding the fingers as deep as they could go before roughly pulling them until it was almost just her nails in him, then slamming them back in. She loved the way it made Denki jump.

Denki moaned, legs tensing when the fingers just barely cut onto his prostate. Then she roughly pull her hand out and spanked him again.

"Yes Mommy- Thank you Mommy," He moaned out, eyes closing and putting his hand back on her calf.

"Good boy," Y/N grinned, using her free hand to drag his head up. She turned his head so she was looking him in the eyes. "You're being so polite. You're Mommy's good boy, aren't you?"

She watched the way his eyes widen, and the he was nodding in her grasp. "Uh huh- Yes I am, Mommy."

She spanked him again, and watched his eyes widen a bit more before they closed and his head fell more into her hand, as if he didn't wsnt to bother keeping it up. "Thank you- Mommy."

She slid the fingers back in him roughly, watching the way his eyebrows tensed for a second, before he moaned while his face relaxed.

"You're such a whore," She whispered. "Such a dirty fucking whore. Just laying over my lap and barely reacting to me beating the shit out of your ass."

He moaned at her words, knowing it wouldn't help, but he couldn't help it. "I can't help it Mo- Ah-" He hissed at another spank, right after she ripped her fingers back out.

"Don't fucking talk back," She held his face harder, and watched his eyes go straight to her's.

That's one of the many things she always found so endearing about Denki. He always looked at her.

Dates, going out with friends, or just being alone, he always saw her, noticed if something was off, or if she wanted something.

But also when they had sex. He always, always had his eyes on her, never looking away. He looked everywhere, where they connected when she rode him, her tits when she took her shirt off, her ass before he took her pretty underwear off.

But something about him and just looking her in the eye while she was fucking him? It drove her crazy.

She stood, taking her hand to hold him, ensuring be wouldn't fall or something. "Lay on the bed, face down."

"Yes ma'am," Denki huffed, following her instructions.

He grabbed hold of a pillow and laid on it for both comfort, and just needing to hold something. He knew Y/N wasn't done, she was always careful about prepping him enough to fuck him.

He's sure she's had an incident in the past with someone else, because she genuinely had a fear over messing up his ass. He never asked, wasn't sure if he ever would.

Soon, she sat on her knees behind him, between his legs. "On your knees, keep your chest down, keep holding the pillow if you want to."

"Yes ma'am," He brought his ass up, and felt her freshly lubed fingers enter him again, just as roughly as before.

He groaned as they fucked in and out of him as a pretty quick speed, still rough. Then he whined as she spanked him, hard.

"Fuck," He whispered into the pillow, fighting to not squirm.

"God, you're beautiful," He barely heard Y/N whisper suddenly, and he felt his face burn. He didn't think he was supposed to hear it, if she even meant to say it out loud, but he appreciated it anyway.

But then a hand was coming down on his ass again, and it left him moaning at the how sudden it was. At this point, his ass was just sensitive. She could slap his ass with little force and it would make him jump.

He swore a bit louder when a third finger stretched him out. She went slow now, a hand massaging his ass as she focused on the fingers.

He buried his face in the pillow as she hit his prostate. The second he was okay with the stretch, she went back to being rough but was hitting his prostate so perfectly now.

He moaned into the pillow, until she grabbed his hair and pulled his head up. He moaned freely now, the pain of the hand in his hair helping the building coil in his stomach.

"Mommy," He moaned. "Can- May I come? Please Mommy?"

Y/N grinned. "I haven't even touched your cock, and you're going to come?"

Denki nodded quickly, the hand in his hair limited the movement. He yelped as he was spanked again, but then moaned. "Fuck- Yes, just for you Mommy. Please."

"No," Y/N snorted, in a degrading way. "Honestly babe, you should know the answer to that by now."

He should. But it was worth a shot.

She pulled his hair again, until he was on his hands, back arched. She leaned over and kissed his neck, and he breathed heavily as her fingers kept that even pace on his prostate.

"Oh fuck," He groaned, hands gripping the blanket under him.

"You're such a slut," Y/N huffed out a laugh. "Taking 3 of my fingers like it's nothing. You're gonna feel so good around my cock."

He started panting, body starting to get really hot. He whimpered as a fourth finger slid in with the rest, back to a slow and testing pace.

"Mommy," He whined out.

"What," She practically spat out, and it made a shiver run down his spine. She had yet to let go of his hair.

"I wanna- Please Mommy, can I come," He asked again, before groaning as the fingers hit his prostate once again. "Please! Mommy please- I'll be so good for you- I need to come-"

She let go of his hair and slapped him across the face. It wasn't hard enough to leave any type of mark but he did whine.

"God, you're a fucking whore," She laughed. "You know what? Yeah, come. Prove to me that you're a dirty, needy slut."

He felt his eyes roll back as he came, the feeling of it being truly amazing. But it was short-lived.

Now he couldn't stop his squirming as her fingers still attacked his prostate.

"Mommy," He felt tears come to his eyes. "Oh God- Mommy, it's too much-"

He was slapped across the face again, and this time she ripped her fingers out of him and grabbed his face, pulling it back to hers, roughly. He whimpered and she grinned.

"Did you or did you not beg to come," She asked and he nodded.

"Yes Mommy," He responded, breathless.

"What makes you think you can complain about it being too much now, huh," She asked, tone angry in his ear.

"I'm sorry Mommy," He breathed out. "Won't do it again, I promise," He looked to her, eyes definitely full of tears.

"There's my good boy," Y/N grinned again, kissing him roughly. He kissed back with a groan.

She flipped him and laid him on his back now. He knew what would happen next. He's gonna be fucked. But like always, Y/N kissed him first.

Okay, sex was great, OBVIOUSLY! But something about just kissing while being naked, and holding each other. It turned him on so much, while also making him blush uncontrollably.

So he took the moment of pure affection, and kissed Y/N as long as she let him. Which was only about a minute before she was pulling away, and getting up.

He watched carefully as she took her sweatpants off, grabbed her strap, and adjusted it on her hips. He held back his snort as she swore at it when it wasn't working right.

But she got it worked out and came walking over, sitting between his legs and grabbing the lube. He gulped as she lubed up the dildo.

It wasn't huge, but most definitely not small. 8 inches, and on the thinner side. And holy shit, she knew how to use it on him.

She leaned over him and kissed him again. "Doing okay," She whispered, eyeing him carefully.

"Yeah, I'm good," He nodded, giving her a small smile.

She nodded back, returning the small smile and kissing his cheek and sitting up. She grabbed one of his legs and put it over her shoulder, giving her a lot of room to work with.

He groaned quietly as she slid inside of him, slow and careful, one hand on his leg and the other on his hip.

He bit his lip as it went further and deeper in him, and he could only groan as it finally stopped. He huffed out a deep breath, hands grabbing at the sheets.

Denki felt the rough fabric of Y/N's shirt against the back of his leg, the way her hand massaged his thigh, the other one moving off his hip to the bed next to him. He heard the way his own breathing staggered, maybe even the way his heart raced.

Y/N moved closer, and he groaned as their hips were pressed together, the strap sliding deeper in him. Y/N ran a hand through his hair and kissed his jaw.

Denki knew she was waiting for him to give her the go, and once the pain was gone, he nodded to her.

"Use your words," Y/N asked, surprisingly kindly.

Denki took a deep breath. "I'm ready, Mommy."

"Ready for what," She asked, tilting her head in the slightest.

"Please fuck me," Denki begged, a hand grabbing the back of her shirt. "Please Mommy?"

Y/N grinned and kissed his neck. "I love it when you're a good boy for me."

"So always," Denki let out a breathless chuckle.

Y/N kissed his cheek. "Yes, always. It's just for me too, isn't it?"

Y/N pulled her hips back, then pauhed back in slowly. Denki groaned, moving his hand to her shoulder. "Just for you, Mommy."

Y/N started a slow pace, still holding his thigh, keeping him from moving. He groaned, relaxing back in the bed. He kept his hands on Y/N's back, holding her shirt, nails digging into her skin, any touch he could get.

"Mommy," He groaned. "Can- Can you go harder- Please? Please Mommy," He begged, starting to squirm. "It's not enough- Please."

Y/N stopped her hips, pulling out and kissing him. Denki brought a hand to the back of her head as he kissed back.

Y/N sat up, letting . "Get on your stomach."

Denki laid on his stomach, spreading his legs just enough for her to get comfortable between them. Y/N didn't wait, fucking into him faster than before.

Her hands grabbed his hips, holding him down as she slammed into him. He could only moan, holding the pillow under him.

"Yes- Yes! Thank you Mommy! Fuck," He moaned eyes rolling back.

"Such a good slut," Y/N laughed. "You take it so perfectly, baby. And you sound so damn pretty."

Denki whined, fighting from moving his hips against her's. "Thank you, thank you!"

Y/N kept her pace even, keeping him held down into the bed by his hips. She was careful to not make any marks on him, no bruises or scratches.

Denki felt his dick grind between his stomach and the sheets under him, rough along with her thrusts. He knew he was getting closer with each one of her thrusts.

"Mommy- I'm close, I'm so close," He moaned.

Y/N laughed. "Honestly, might me a new record. It's been what, 5 minutes? Maybe 7?"

Denki nodded quickly. "Please? Please Mommy- I'm sorry Mommy, please."

Y/N hummed. "And what are you sorry for?"

Denki moaned, moving both of his hands to grab the mattress. "Sorry- For not being enough-," He spit out without really thinking.

"Don't fucking say that," Y/N wasn't laughing anymore, and maybe Denki was just imagining it, but her thrusts felt harsher, deeper. "God, you're doing ao fucking good, you're so pretty under me like this."

Denki whimpered, small shocks sent up his arms. "I'm- Y/N-"

"Say it," Y/N demanded. "Tell me how fucking amazing you are."

"I'm amazing," Denki cried out. "I'm- I make you feel so good sometimes," He fought off his orgasm, eyes borderline rolling back. "It's so- So good, Y/N- I'm doing good, for you."

"Yes you are," Y/N assured him. "Come for me."

Denki let himself come, sobbing out a moan, grabbing the pillow under him even rougher. "Y/N," He whimpered.

Y/N pulled out of him slowly when he collapsed into the bed, and took the strap off. She straddled his back and kissed his neck. "You are just the best."

Denki let out a tired chuckle. "Fuck yeah I am."

Y/N yelped as Denki turned, almost throwing her off. He turned and kissed her. "I love you."

"I love you too," She smiled and kissed him back. "How you feeling?"

"Like I got my ass pounded," Denki smiled back and kissed her cheek. "Listen, I love you and I love getting you off but I don't know how much work I can do right now."

Y/N snorted. "I figured. You're so sensitive sometimes," She flicked his nipple, grinning as he swatted her hand away.

Denki kissed her. "Lemme in your legs babe."

"And they say romance is dead," Y/N laughed and took her underwear off.

"I am very romantic," Denki got back on his stomach, in front of her as she opened her legs. "And you love my romance."

"I do," Y/N put a hand into his hair. "So you know how I went like, pretty rough on you?"

Denki kissed her thighs. "Very aware, my ass still feels it."

"I beg for your mercy," Y/N chuckle as he bit the inside of her thigh.

He looked her in the eye as he brought his teeth closer to her clit.

"Denki," Y/N yelled, using her foot to push his foot away as he cackled.

"What?! I would never," He grabbed her ankle and started to kiss up her leg. "Never have to beg me anyway, I'm too obedient."

Y/N yelped as he blew a raspberry on the inside of her thigh. "No teeth."

"When have I ever used teeth," Denki asked genuinely.

"That one Halloween, you put those fake fangs on?"

"...that was an accident-"

"You put fangs in my vagina!"

"I said I was sorry," He laughed and kissed her stomach. "You loved those fangs."

"Not poking holes in my vagina."

Denki shoved a pillow in her face. "Shut up and lemme woo you."

"I'm woo'ed babe," Y/N chuckled, putting her hand back in his hair.

Denki finally leaned in and used his tongue to slide in between her lips, before parting them with his fingers and going for her clit. As promised, he was gentle and didn't bite.

Y/N sighed, letting her head fall back into the bed. "Fuck I love you."

Denki hummed, looking up at her as he sucked her clit gently. He pulled away moments later to slide two fingers in her, slowly. "Good?"

"Very good," Y/N hummed, dropping a leg on his back, and he chuckled. "Mouth please."

"Still so demanding."

"I said please?"

Denki hummed and went back to sucking her clit gently, fingers thrusting in and out of her. He didn't push them in too deep, it wasn't needed as long as he kept a decent pace, and gave her at least some clit stimulation, not too rougly though.

...he did this a lot, okay? He knew what she liked, she made him aware of it the first time they had sex, and then made him practice until he had it down before he was even allowed to fuck her properly.

Point is, he got her moaning pretty quickly. Not loud, she wasn't a loud person unless she was truly overstimulated. Really, she never faked a moan so just hearing it was a huge praise towards him and his ability.

Then Y/N wrapped her legs around his head, just enough to hold him in place. He could escape if he really wanted to, but of course he didn't want to!

So he kept his gentle, quick pace with his fingers, while switching between licking and sucking her clit. The hand in his hair tightened.

"Oh my god," She chuckled breathlessly. "The only thing better than this is when you let me ride your face."

Denki pulled his mouth away from her clit. "I always end up shocking you!"

Y/N laughed now, and Denki almost cackled at how she tightened around his fingers. "It doesn't actually hurt!"

"Its for holidays only!"

"And birthdays, I know," She rolled her eyes and waved him off. "Put your mouth back right now."

"Fine," He dipped his head back down, going straight back to her clit.

She moaned softly, hand moving to his, where it held her thigh. They interlocked fingers, and he pulled away just to sigh, then leaned back in to get back to it.

It wasn't long before she was getting rougher with him, pulling his hair, her thighs holding him in place more, and her moans got more insistent.

"Denki," She moaned, and he felt the heel of her foot dig into his back as she tried to press his face closer. Yeah, he was definitely hard again.

He didn't pull away, didn't speed up, just kept his pace the best he could with how she was moving him. He groaned as she pulled at his hair, and that must've been perfect because she came right after.

He still didn't slow his pace, until she was whining and letting go of him. He pulled away, taking a deep breath.

Y/N looked down at him. "How did you get that thing back up?"

Denki looked down at his dick and back to her. "It has a mind of it's own."

She flipped them and moved to straddle him. "You are a god with your mouth."

"And fingers," He added, with a smile. "Do I get a reward?"

Y/N chuckled and carefully sat back on his dick. "This is your reward. Maybe we can get cake later."

"Fuck yeah," He held her waist.

"To me or the cake?"

"Both," He slowly sat up, pushing his soreness away, to wrap his arms around her back. "But mostly you."

"Better be," She kissed him, finally sat fully down on him.

He kissed back, pressing them together. "You still owe me that ass massage."

"I would never deny you an ass massage," She kissed his cheek. "I'll give you the best ass massage known to mankind."

He grinned and she moved down to his neck. "And cake?"

"Only if its chocolate," She put her arms on his shoulders as she grinded against him. "Love me some chocolate."

He groaned at the grind. "Not even vanilla frosting?"

Y/N huffed. "Maybe, we can talk about it," She pulled away to take her shirt off.

Denki's hands followed the exposed skin as she showed it, and leaned in to kiss her chest. "I'll take your tits over any cake anyday."

Y/N snorted at that, bringing her hips up, then back down slowly, putting her arms back on his shoulders. Denki looked back up at her with a groan at the movement, kissing her jaw.

"You feel so good," He mumbled, burying his face in her neck. "I fit so perfectly in you, Y/N. It's so perfect."

Y/N moaned, bringing a hand up to his hair. "I know," She breathed out. "Always slide into me so easily, its like you were made to be there."

Y/N started to ride him properly, bouncing slowly and not hard, and holy shit, they could feel each other so perfectly. Y/N could feel every inch going in and out of her, and Denki could feel the way Y/N sucked him in, before she pulled off and the feeling repeated all over again.

They moaned together, keeping their bodies pressed tightly against each other. Denki didn't move, letting Y/N set the pace she wanted. Not that he wanted to, she was doing so perfectly.

"Oh fuck Y/N," He gripped her waist as he moaned, then kissed her. She kissed back, both of their moans muffling.

He brought a hand down to her clit, using his thumb to circle it. He felt Y/N's hips stutter and she held him tighter.

"I love you," She moaned out, and he could feel her nails dig into his back. "You have no idea how much."

"I love you too," He kissed her neck. "So fucking much."

She moaned, leaning into him more. He held her weight easily as she started grinding against him.

He felt himself getting close, and he moaned against her neck. "Are you close?"

She nodded. "Uh huh," She huffed. "Come in me."

"You sure," He asked, looking at her and she nodded.

"I'm sure."

He groaned and held her tightly. "Gonna come with you."

"Good," Y/N used a hand to drag her nails down his back and he groaned heavily.

It was just moments before Y/N was coming, and Denki allowed himself to follow right after.

Y/N collapsed into him with a laugh. "Best dick ever."

Denki cackled. "Fuck yeah it is. Didn't do much though," Denki watched as Y/N sat back, hands on his knees as he pulled out.

He watched the come fall out of her. "Thinking of baby names."

"That one isn't even funny," Y/N pointed a stern finger in his face.

He leaned forward and bit her finger, before she pulled it away. "You told me too!"

"I did," She nodded. "You know your job after your ass is better?"

"Go to the store to pick up a cake, plan b, and maybe some pizza?"

"Bingo."

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