one-smuts

[one-smuts]

to satiate, seduce, and to sin.

HEED THE WARNINGS; fem!reader, half human(?) and half snake sukuna, its highkey yandere, mentions of eating people, DUBCON elements, dacryphilia, degradation, HEAVY smut, breeding, cum inflation, use of threats, squeezing/constricting, brainwashing, manipulation, body modification, trueform sukuna (two dicks), mentions of pregnancy and lactation.

Word count: 5k+

sorry guys, i kind of went all out with this one...

you are a researcher, and you’re looking for a rare specimen that most have assumed has disappeared or simply never existed in the first place. but recently, a few traces of activity from one has arisen, and you’re on the case to try and find him before he vanishes without a trace again. unfortunately for you, you decided to embark on this journey during the heat of his mating season... which leads you to making an interesting deal with him.

snake hybrids are and always has been extremely rare as a species - you’ve only seen them in books and blurry images. the information obtained on them - diet, habitat, behaviour - are also mostly just speculations. how they reproduce is shrouded in mystery. despite being half snake, they are much, much biologically different from actual snakes. many believe they are just a fabricated species.

you however, are confident that they are real, and that they’re still around somewhere. pursuing your passion for them, you’ve started another one of your many solo expeditions in search of any clues, or hopefully, one of them in the flesh.

and in this current one, you’ve seemed to hit a jackpot. you’ve been following this enormous snake trail for hours now. you’re really close to finding him, you’re certain.

after another hour or so of walking, a large cave can be sighted a good distance away, to your excitement. you tread carefully through the dirt, dead leaves and tree bark on the ground, making your way towards it.

standing at the entrance to the cave, you hesitate for a moment, heart thumping wildly. you’re so close. this could be a groundbreaking discovery, or it could be another false lead. you’re unable to see the other end of the cave at all, due to how ominously pitch black it is inside. good thing you brought a flashlight with you.

you put your backpack onto the ground and take it out, turning it on and off a couple of times to make sure that it was working. good as new. putting your backpack on again, you take in a deep breath before beginning to carefully make your way inside.

it’s awfully quiet. that’s usually a bad sign.

and if it weren’t for your flashlight, you would’ve needed a lot of time to let your eyes adjust to this darkness, as there’s little to no light that reaches into this cave. your footsteps echo against the walls, the noise bouncing off and heading down further, catching the attention of something lurking within the deepest end of this cave.

“hello?” you say boldly, letting your voice ring out, reaching out to whatever might be sitting in the dark before you. no answer.

you continue your walk, pointing your light towards the walls occasionally, and then the path in front of you to make sure you didn’t trip over anything. with every step, you start to feel more afraid. what if there’s nothing here? what if this whole trip and the expenses and the time you spent was all for naught? the thought of going back empty handed makes your stomach sink.

you halt altogether when your light falls upon something on the ground. a small creature...? no... it looks like...

the end of a large snake’s tail. 

in the blink of an eye, something wraps around your whole body tightly, rendering you completely immobile. your eyes widen and a frightened yelp escapes your throat, but you’re still holding on tight to your flashlight. a deep voice resounds in your ears, a voice that sounds so human.

“look at what’s wandered aimlessly into my den. a free meal. did you come in hopes to get devoured?”

you do your best to point your flashlight towards the source of the voice.

a man that has his arms crossed... looking closer, he has an extra pair that rests at his sides. a large mouth on his stomach. and from his waist down, he has the body of a snake. he stares down at you, amused. his giant tail coils tighter around you, noticeably more around the swell of your chest.

“...and a woman, no less. what do you want?”

your eyes continue to wander around his features, taking note of everything that stands out to you. glowing red eyes-- and just like his extra arms, he has extra eyes too! they’re a lot smaller than his main ones, however. oh, you’re so curious and ecstatic. so many extra features nobody had thought this hybrid would have.

“answer my question, vermin. who do you think you’re dealing with here? i’ll crush you until you’re choking on your own blood,” he spits harshly, wrapping around you tightly. you’ve come at a bad time. 

he’s in a rather sensitive mood right now, being so...pent up.

“i-i apologise... i’m a researcher. i’ve come this way to look for you,” you begin to speak carefully. “i wanted to prove your existence to the world. and it’s been a long while... but i’m finally here.”

he lets out an exasperated sigh. what a pathetic, insignificant goal you have. humans really love treading into places where they don’t belong, following their foolish curiosity, like a dog being lead around by its nose.

“i wanted an opportunity to observe you, if i may. just write some notes down... and a couple of pictures. would that be alright? please? it won’t take long at all.”

your eyes begin to wander again, being out of your control as you instinctively end up doing so, as if to prove sukuna right about your kind.

the scales of his tail... they have a very unique pattern to them, being adorned with beautiful shades of red and black. similar patterns run down his face and upper body as well. you’re itching to give him a sketch in your notebook. without thinking, you wriggle your arm out from his grasp and run your hand along them.

“ah... so magnificent. it feels exactly the same as a normal snake’s. i want to know more,” you mumble to yourself, loving the texture that runs underneath your fingers and palms. it makes him give a slight jolt, giving you a startle as you instantly take your hands off of him.

“i’m sorry! did that hurt? or...”

he narrows his eyes at you, staring into your innocent gaze as you blink back at him. a pleasant idea rises in his mind. his expression shifts into a gentler one, all too suddenly, as his tail loosens around you.

“...very well, then. i’ll let you observe me,” he relents, looking down at you with mischievous eyes.

“in exchange,” he very obviously gazes upon your physique lustfully, “your body is mine to use.”

being a rare species, its been a while since he’d had someone to breed with in the recent years. especially during mating seasons- it’s been frustrating, to say the least. he never thought he’d become so desperate as to resort to use a human for satisfaction, but he’ll take what he can get.

“huh?? i- well-” you begin to say, flustered by the sudden demand. your thoughts start racing, wondering if you were misunderstanding him, by any chance.

“do you mean...” 

“yes. i’m going to mate with you. although, humans can’t get pregnant from my seed. so there’s no need to be concerned about offspring.”

he says it so matter-of-factly that it startles you. you don’t want to know how he found out about that last bit of information... but you mentally jot down some notes about it anyway. so snake hybrids can’t crossbreed with humans despite being relatively similar in appearance... interesting...

you seem lost in thought again and sukuna grows impatient.

“so? what’ll it be?”

you shouldn’t agree to such an outrageous idea. it’s wrong, and... and researchers shouldn’t do such things with the subjects of their studies. and yet-

he notices you squeezing your thighs together, and grins. what an indecent woman. he’s never seen one so willing.

what can you do? you can’t afford to go back without any pieces of evidence. how would you prove your discovery? you fool yourself into thinking that you’re only doing this for the sake of your career.

“...alright. we have a deal,” you tell him meekly. you can also take this chance to find out more in depth information about... his reproductive system. what better way than to experience it yourself? ...you internally smack yourself in the face for that last part.

“where do you want to start?”

“i’d like to have a closer look at your upper body, please.”

his tail shifts to bring you closer to him. you make proper eye contact with him for the first time, and being so close to his face makes your heart thump faster. if you forget about the tail and all... he’s just a handsome looking man.

you grip onto your flashlight tightly. he has pretty eyes, too. you ask for his hand, and see that his nails are dark, and sharp. for someone who’s half-reptile, he feels oddly warm.

“i want to see your teeth next,” you tell him.

“don’t be surprised if i bite,” he responds, before opening up his mouth for you. you hope he’s only joking.

you inspect the inside closely, watching his snake tongue wriggle slightly, and his well-pronounced fangs that gleam as your light hits it. 

“are you venomous?”

“i can be. it depends.”

you ask him a series of questions, pushing your limits to get as much information as possible from him.

“and the mouth on your stomach?”

he brings you down so you can have a look for yourself. this one is much bigger, but pretty much has the same basic features as the first one. fascinating. when you touch the lower lip, he suddenly encloses your hand with his larger mouth. shocked, you gasp and retract your hand quickly, to find out that it is still intact. he chuckles sinisterly above you.

“p-please put me down so i can grab my things.”

he lets you go and you immediately begin taking various items out of your bulky backpack. you place your flashlight down onto the ground facing up, so that the light hits the roof of the cave and illuminates your surroundings a bit. you start off by writing down a few pages of notes.

...was a little hostile during the first interaction...communicates sufficiently in human language... was found resting in a cave...four eyes, and four arms, including an extra mouth on the stomach...

it was pages and pages worth of description, anything off of the top of your head. you’d have to rewrite and tidy it up later. a thought suddenly comes to mind.

“do you have a name?” you ask him.

“a well-asked question. i’ll have you pleading with the name ‘sukuna’ later on, once you’re done with all that,” he tells you arrogantly, watching as you scribble into your little notebook.

...the specimen goes by the name of ‘sukuna’.

next, you grab your polaroid camera and aim its lens towards sukuna.

“there’s gonna be a small flash of light,” you warn him.

“yes, i already know what those things do.”

the last guy that tried to take his pictures without asking first, suffered some nasty consequences. it was all for naught though, because he didn’t taste very good at all.

you take as many pictures as you please, and he patiently remains still as he promised. you take a look at the results and once you’re happy enough, you neatly set them aside and shove everything back into your bag. truth be told, your heart could leap out of your mouth right now, from how intensely it was beating.

you had felt his eyes resting upon you from behind the whole time, feeling the way he was watching your body with his lecherous gaze, undressing you with it. 

“all done?” he voices gently, voice dripping with sweet poison. nothing like the tone he’d used when you first arrived here.

“...yes. are- are we doing it straight away?” it was a stupid question to ask, but you felt the need to say something, anything.

"i might lose myself if i have to wait any longer,” sukuna confesses, slithering closer to you.

“wait! let me just- i’ll get myself undressed.”

you had a feeling that if he did it, he’d simply rip everything off your body. you need something to wear for the trip home. sukuna smirks at you.

“...go on, then. put on a show for me, will you?”

the phrasing flusters you immensely, but you work hard to make your trembling fingers work to unbutton yourself and unhook your bra yourself. your breasts bounce lightly with every movement, and sukuna watches with incredible restraint.

“nothing like watching a meal prepare itself in front of your eyes... it’s a shame you’re only here to satisfy my lust and not my hunger too.”

the thought of it sends a shiver down your spine.

you swallow on nothing as you avoid his eyes, taking your last bit of underwear off. you’re scared, but in a strangely arousing way. have you always been this perverted?

“i-i’m done...” you say with a small voice, instinctively attempting to cover yourself up to maintain some form of decency.

“wonderful. let’s start with a little taste, shall we?” 

sukuna picks you up effortlessly with his arms, and without any stalling, your pussy is pushed up directly against the mouth on his stomach, his hands placed on your ass to support you while you wrap your legs around his waist.

“i’ll need to get your holes nice and loose for me. better it be pleasure than pain, right?”

something wet and warm slithers out and rubs up on your sex.

you nod with gratitude, watching the large tongue in anticipation. your arms loop around the back of his neck, and you’re looking down as he laps at your clit, making you quiver against his strong grip that holds your hips in place.

you timidly moan, immersing yourself in the feeling of this once-in-a-lifetime cunnilingus, of this strange snake’s tongue that rubs up against your sensitive cunt without holding back. it slowly slips its way inside you, making your hips jump in surprise.

“you’re sopping wet. i don’t think i even need to do much for this one,” sukuna comments, enjoying your little reactions. you continue to only stare at the tongue going in and out of your hole. he cocks his head slightly to the side.

“why won’t you face me up here? afraid to meet my eyes?” he voices rather sulkily, lifting your head up by your chin. once you see his lustful expression, something in you throbs without control.

“hah! your hole’s clenching around me so lewdly. it’s being honest, unlike you.”

the focus seeps out from your gaze, and you begin to enjoy yourself.

“yes... you needn’t be so shy. relent yourself to me.”

he pulls your face in closer to his, and kisses you in a feverish manner, shoving his forked tongue into your mouth. you moan pleasantly against his lips, and one of his spare hands claws at your breasts, groping them without mercy.

his bigger tongue slips out of your sopping cunt, and sinks itself into your ass instead. the saliva it secretes does a good job at being a lubricant for it.

your own tongue savours the strange shape and texture of sukuna’s one - lapping up at his lips desperately, like you would to a lover. he likes your eagerness. his own cocks are beginning to throb and unsheathe from the slit on his lower half, unbeknownst to you.

something about you... is quite intriguing. timid and coy as you seem, you’re not hesitating to unmask your true desires; your obsession with his body. even now, you’re sucking on both his tongues with such greed, it’s hard not to be captivated.

when he breaks the kiss, a thick string of saliva still connects the two of you.

“a harlot, you are,” he tells you with a mean grin.

you look at him with teary, vulnerable eyes. the tongue that had been thrusting in and out of your ass slips out, leaving both of your holes twitching for more.

“i suppose you’re all set now,” sukuna tells you. he finally reveals his aching two cocks, twitching with the need for release.

so that’s where they come out from... they don’t look too different from a human’s, besides the ribbed tip-

“you like them? they’ll be sure to grant you a pleasure you’ll never feel from anyone else.”

you begin to brace yourself, your holes clenching around nothing. your chest rises and falls quicker, indicating your excitement.

he lines them up, and pushes them into you, at a steady pace. your body trembles, and sukuna has to keep you in place as you gasp and hold onto him for dear life. he stretches you so mercilessly. you feel him twitching inside you, as he forces his way against your clamping walls.

“haa...so tight. you fit me like a glove, sweetheart,” he pants, the term of endearment slipping out accidentally. perhaps he’s gone without mating for too long. he feels himself getting easily attached.

when he pushes the rest of himself in fully, reaching all the way, both of his cocks fit snugly inside and forms a bulge on your abdomen-- they press up against a certain spot within you and something seems to erupt in your mind. an unexpected orgasm rips through your body without warning.

you let a string of moans as you arch your back, your walls spasming around him as a result of this sudden climax.

if it were his normal self, he would’ve teased you harshly for reaching your high just from putting it in. but his current sensitivity causes him to also fall off the edge.

“f-fuck, if you keep squeezing me like that, i’ll-!”

sukuna grits his teeth, drool running down the side of his lips, as his cocks also begin to release-- giving him an intense orgasm for the first time in years. they pulse strongly inside of you, spilling spurt after spurt of his thick, hot cum, in large amounts.

he shudders against you, being lost in the pleasure, and begins to lift you up and down, using you like a fleshlight even while he’s still orgasming. the feeling of it bubbling up inside you is something obscene, like it should be forbidden to feel this good and drunk with lust, especially at the hands of a devil like this.

you lean forward to kiss him again, wanting to feel his groans against your lips, and needing a taste of his tongue again. he does exactly that for you, as if reading your mind. had you been one of his kind, he would’ve kept you as his permanent mate. he makes out with you for so long that you’re left gasping for air by the end of it.

“tch. i can’t believe i’ve stooped this low, cumming so quickly like a virgin,” he murmurs with half-lidded eyes.

“nngh...sukuna- i’m already so full,” you whine pitifully. you can feel his spend leak out of you, even though he still has your holes plugged up with his two dicks.

“that’s not good. i’ve still got much more to give,” sukuna teases, liking the way his name sounds on your lips.

“you’ll just have to withstand it.”

he begins to move in and out of you again.

lewd, wet slapping sounds echo throughout the cave as he fucks you in earnest, already mindlessly going after his next climax. you shiver in his arms, yelping each time the tip kisses your cervix. the double penetration doesn't help your case - as both of them rub up against each other within you, making your eyes roll back in ecstasy.

"i-i can't... it's all too much," you mumble, the bulge in your abdomen continuing to disappear and reappear with every thrust of his.

"you agreed to let me use you. no going back now," sukuna tells you with a grunt, brows furrowing when you tighten up around him again, threatening to milk him dry. it drives him mad.

"and i'll be sure to use this slutty body to my heart's content."

his previous loads makes for an even better sensation, making you nice and slippery for him. creamy, white rings are already starting to foam up at the base of both his dicks.

"it feels too good- too big- too big-" you babble, fresh tears piling up in your eyes as he continues to pummel into you, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.

when the tears begin to roll down your cheeks, sukuna darts out his tongue and gets a taste.

"sweet..." he mumbles.

the urge to cum spills over, and he's releasing inside of you again. his seed repaints the walls of your womb and ass as he groans against the shell of your ear, making you dizzy with arousal.

"oh- my god-" you manage to let out, as you feel yourself getting filled up again.

"you're taking me better than anyone else has before...like a good little whore," sukuna compliments breathlessly, continuing to pump you full with his seed. he's never felt better. his head feels all fuzzy and the edges of his vision is a little blurred, as he focuses only on your sweet little face, lost in a state of euphoria. he leans into the crook of your neck, and darts his tongue out to taste your skin, desperately resisting the urge to sink his fangs into you.

as fast as he empties himself, his cocks fill up again even faster.

"sukuna...i feel... like i might burst," you pant, referring to your poor abdomen.

"...is that so?" he tells you, carefully sliding both of this cocks out of you. you feel a little relieved from the fullness, but also a bit empty simultaneously.

you gasp and jerk your hips when his large hand suddenly applies a bit of pressure to your stomach. everything that he'd stuffed inside you comes dripping out in large globs, falling into a little puddle on the ground.

"there we go," sukuna grins maliciously, watching as you tremble in his arms, enjoying this sensation of his cum oozing out of you... like the freak that you are.

"such a waste. i'll just have to stuff you full, over and over..." he whispers against your ear.

"nngh- sukuna... sukuna..." you chant, hips shaking as he re-inserts himself into you - both of his veiny cocks throbbing once again, aroused by witnessing you indulge in your pleasure.

he sighs erotically, as your plush walls welcomes him back inside, allowing him to slip inside so easily from the amount of slick you're producing.

you might actually go insane.

...sukuna uses you like a fleshlight for god knows how long. by the end of it, you're surprisingly still conscious, despite being ruined irreparably. fucking with such a sinful snake should've dragged you to the deepest pits of hell-- yet, being with him felt so heavenly.

"you ended up being more durable than i thought, love. i'm pleasantly surprised," he praises you, embracing your limp body closely.

"...might be worth trying on you..." he seems to speak to himself.

whatever it is that he's talking about, you're in no state to be pondering. you breathe heavily, eyes half-closed, trying to calm yourself after being so overstimulated for a period of time.

"rest easy. i'll keep you warm throughout the night."

his words hit you like magic, and the fatigue seeps into your consciousness, making you fall asleep in his arms.

-

your pillow...feels a little too firm. and- scaley? it's warm, though. and this texture is addictive.

when you open your eyes, you find yourself laying in a tangled pile of sukuna's long tail - your bare body covered with the clothes that you'd taken off before...

"you're awake. did you enjoy groping my tail in your sleep?" sukuna asks, recalling to the moments where you nuzzled against him with a perverted smile on multiple occasions.

flustered, you immediately want to voice your denial but your dry throat prevents you from doing so. you hold onto your own neck, coughing. he looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

eventually, you're able to point at your backpack that's still sitting towards the side of his cave, which he grabs for you. you rummage your bag for your bottle of water that you'd stashed carefully, and you take a big gulp from it.

"sorry. throat was parched," you tell him, your voice still a little hoarse.

"right. forgot how sensitive you humans were," sukuna says nonchalantly.

"but still, you sufficed better than i expected," he adds on, with a smirk. he reaches out and brushes the back of his fingers against your cheek.

the praise makes your heart race, and you recall your memories from yesterday. it feels like a fever dream. this will be a secret you'll tell no one.

and that brings you back to reality. you remember that you need to get back home. there's a mountain of things you need to do! but... somehow, the thought of leaving made you feel a bit melancholic. will you ever see him again?

"you know... i originally intended to eat you after using you for sex."

the sudden phrase makes your blood run cold.

"...but i changed my mind. that would be such a waste of potential."

potential? potential for what?

"sukuna, i... i need to return home," you bring up carefully. his tail tenses up, making you feel even more nervous. it coils around you tighter, and lifts you up to him. he gently grabs your face, lifting your chin up.

"...look into my eyes, sweetheart."

you can't help but do as he says - like taking his orders had been ingrained into your muscle memory - and once your pupils meet his, escape becomes infinitely more impossible.

"you don't wish to leave. you want to stay here," sukuna coaxes you, eyes gleaming red. your mind becomes... clouded. his voice rings in your head. it hurts a little, but you can't look away.

"but...home..." you protest for the final time, eyes turning blank. the words leave your lips like the last spark of a dying light.

"this is your home, my love. i am your home."

he takes you in his arms and nuzzles against your neck. a tongue darts out and licks a stripe against your skin, making you shiver. your arms snake around him, like you can't get enough.

"tell me again, sweetheart. where is your home?" he whispers darkly against your ear.

"...my home...my home is..." you drone on, still having some urge to fight back against his manipulation. he embraces you tighter, and possessively lets his teeth nibble on your earlobe.

"my home is you..."

the phrase gives way for a gleeful smirk to form on his face.

"wonderful. i'm glad you feel the same way," sukuna emphasises, withdrawing his face from your neck.

"now, let your tongue out for me."

you do it without question, and he leans forward to capture it with his mouth, initiating an intimate kiss. tongues roll around against each other, and you feel yourself sink deeper into him. when he pulls away, you're left breathless, a string of saliva still hanging off between. he takes it with him, by giving a soft lick to your lower lip.

"how amusing...this ability of mine isn't even that potent. had your determination to go home been stronger, it wouldn't have worked. makes me feel pleased, knowing that you had a strong desire to stay with me."

"sukuna..." you cling to him lovingly, making his heart give a tug. it makes him want to mess you up. but your fragile human body couldn't possibly handle that. which is why...

"i'm going to grant you a snake's tail. to make you completely mine," he suddenly confesses.

"is that... possible?" you still ask questions, even in a state of hypnosis.

"for me, it is. i didn't bother correcting you when you mistook me as one of those common hybrids, but i'll let you know now. i'm something more akin to a god."

he doesn't elaborate further. the new piece of information shrouds his species with even more mystery. perhaps it should stay that way.

it's a risky process, and you might end up losing your life. but he believes you can endure it.

"i'll be honest. it'll hurt a lot, love. but my venom will soothe you. i'll numb the pain."

within the next few seconds, his fangs sink into the side of your neck.

some additional dot points and what happens after;

so you do survive the ordeal, and you wake up a week later after being essentially modified to become a snake hybrid yourself

memories are hazy, but youre still sound of mind and you eventually get used to this new body with sukuna's help

he did tell you that humans can't carry his seed, but now that you're also a half-snake, you can...

now he has a permanent mate that he can use whenever mating season comes around

he doesnt have to lift you up when he wants to fuck you anymore, it can be done in a missionary way, where both of his dicks can fit into your snake cooch at the same time (its still a bit of a stretch tho, hes so big)

whenever he mates with you, both of yours and his tails coil around each other's, like how real snakes do (itd be cute if a heart would be made with the tips at the very end)

there are still some human aftereffects on your body, like when you get pregnant, you start lactating... he has the privilege to drink it all up himself when they get sore and full, since his young won't be needing any of it anyway

at first, you intensely miss your human life, weeping pitifully in the darkness of the cave,,

he gets you curled up against him, licking your tears away, and then kisses your forehead, promising you that he'll protect and love you forever, since youre his one and only mate...

"convincing" you that there is nothing to miss about being human.

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[one-smuts]

❀𖧷 Sweet Oblivion 𖧷❀

❀𖧷 Hawks x Reading pairing 𖧷❀

❀ Synopsis:

Small and innocent Y/n starts to attract the attention of drug dealer hawks. With a sinful desire following with it.

❀ Genre:

College AU, no quirks, drug Dealer/frat boy Hawks kinda, Heavy Smut, etc.

❀ Content Warning, please read!:

Dirty talk, drugs, drug use, praise, oral-reviving and giving, tummy bulge, unprotected sex, kissing, mature language. Etc.

❀ Word count!:

17k words.

Hawks.

Everyone on campus knew that name. Well, his nickname at least.

Keigo Tamaki.

That was his real name, but people knew him as Hawks. That’s also how you knew him.

Hair always combed back, a smile that had people falling to their knees, dimples, honey golden eyes, and money to burn. There was always a beautiful girl wrapped around his gold decorated pinkie.

Honestly the list could go on.

But, what people knew him by-

Was the things he sold.

Sure, not only did he have the looks. He always had a wonderful reputation. But he sold what people craved, what people couldn’t get.

Drugs.

Not the kind that you’d find on the streets, the scary kind. The ones you were sure to stay away from. The type that your parents didn’t even warn you about. Those types of drugs.

The scary kind.

Well, scary to you at least. All drugs were scary to you.

Everyone addressed it as candy, purely because of the fact that it looked like candy. Some of the strongest anyone could ever find. Of course, that wasn’t the only thing he sold, but it was always the most popular.

He had money, looks, and power. Practically ran the whole University.

That’s an exaggeration, but sometimes that's what it felt like.

The distant whispers, the talk around his nickname, people trying to find out what party he was going to attend. It was always unfortunate for people who just wanted to party and ended up going to one Hawks attended.

Hawks’ father held a strong financial standing, so every professor and staff always made sure to kiss Hawks’ ass.

That’s just- how it was.

And he knew that. He was so self-centered and full of himself it was dislikable. Such a high standard for anyone he met, and judgmental to a pulp. He hid it, but that's how he really was.

Sure, you’ve had a weird appeal to Hawks. Everyone did! But it’s never been something you’ve truly thought about. It was just like a -how do you put this- a friendly admiration!

Yeah, that seemed about right!

You just thought he was a cute boy in your class. So, you never really thought about it.

And, well-

He probably didn’t even know you.

Probably didn’t know you exist. But, that was fine. He was a hallway crush that was never going to happen. And, you never wanted it to happen.

You were too sweet, too innocent, too kind and forgiving for Hawks. Emphasis on the innocent part. The two of you were polar opposite at that.

Yet, that didn’t stop you from talking about how cute he is to your best friend Rumi from time to time. Who also happened to be your favorite roommate out of the four.

“I don’t know, s‘just- something about his smile.” You said giggling, recalling a time he smiled at his girlfriend. Or, who you thought was his girlfriend. “That girl that he was with- what was her name?..” You thought for a moment, looking away from your computer. Taking a moment to stop doing your assignment and think. “Jessie, Jackie..” You looked at Rumi.

“Victoria.” She added.

You laughed at yourself, “Huh? Where’d I get a J?” You shook your head, “oh, so- they‘re dating?”

Rumi nodded, thinking to herself. “Pretty sure. Or, they’re about to.”

You nodded, pouting slightly. You softly said, “That was my man Rumi.” She laughed, shaking her head and sitting up. Going to the refrigerator and looking inside.

Rumi was your elder, about 1 year older. Someone you’ve known for quite some time. She was the polar opposite of you. It actually sort of threw you off. Of course, there were some similarities. Even so, they were slim.

She always found a party to go to, no matter what time of day it was. Yet, still had time to study and teach you concepts you didn’t quite understand. It was rather shocking. Her grades were amazing, and she knew what she wanted to do with her life. She was just living it to the best she could.

Honestly, she was peaking.

“Hey, Sweetie?” You hummed out a response, looking over to her. “Would you care if I threw..” Rumi cringed. “..a party?”

You raised an eyebrow at her, “No?” You softly said, “But, where would you do that?”

She grimaced, “Here.”

You blinked innocently at her. Taking a moment to think about it. “When would you be throwing it?” You said, pulling up your calendar.

Rumi bit her lip, sucking on it before speaking. “Like, tomorrow.”

You looked at the date, noticing it was going to be on a Saturday. Luckily nothing really important was coming up, so with that- you replied, “Yeah, sure! I don’t see why not!”

Rumi smiled, jumping up with excitement before nodding. You smiled, looking back at your computer and trying to finish your assignment.

❤︎︎

You yawned, taking a few tired blinks before shoving your face into your hoodie. Your professor's voice just blending into the background. You probably should’ve slept earlier. Maybe even taken a quick cat nap before coming to class.

You played with the waistband of your sweats, your hoodie staying over your head. While your messy hair fell in front of your face. Not helping with identification due to the black mask you were wearing.

To say you looked like a mess, was an understatement. You told yourself you looked like a hot mess. Like, an attractive mess. Which, you never cared to debunk.

When someone pulled a chair next to you, making you turn your head to them. To your surprise, and slight horror, it was the one and only Hawks.

His head turned to you, a sweet yet charming smile on his face as he spoke. “Is this seat taken?” You softly shook your head, thickly swallowing as he nodded and sat down. His hand came to the top of the desk, which was covered in gold rings. Not to many, just enough to let anyone know he had money.

His hand went to his backpack, pulling out all the contents inside. Overall, just him getting ready for class. Which, he was 50 minutes late for. You didn’t even know why he showed up at this point. You wouldn’t have.

Actually, you would’ve. You would’ve felt really guilty if you didn’t.

He pulled out his computer, his eyes turning to you. “Sorry, to bother you. But- could you send me the notes.” You looked at him, taking your eyes off your tablet.

Not having a lot of energy to speak, just yet, you meekly nodded, putting a small thumbs up. He nodded his head, pulling up his g-mail. Then sliding his computer to you, allowing you to see his contact info. You sniffed, downloading your notes and composing an email. Then adding the notes and sending them to him. Looking at him and nodding, a small habitual smile on your lip. Making the corners of your eyes crinkle.

He laughed, “Great thanks, appreciate it.”

You looked back at the board. Catching up on the last of the notes. Tilting your head and squinting. A part of you wished you sat closer to the board.

That would’ve been a good idea.

“So, you goin’ to Rumi’s party?”

You looked at him, thinking for a moment. “Not, really.” you softly said.

Hawk’s eyebrows went up. He definitely wasn’t expecting that. He thought he was talking to a guy in his class, not a girl.

Just in an instant his whole persona changed. His body now faced you, his head tilted in your direction. As he smiled, “You should go, I’d love to make a new friend.” Which was another word for client, you just didn’t know. Hawk’s is always looking for more people he can sell his ‘candy’ to.

Girls also happened to be quite easy to swoon.

You let out a small laugh, covering up the nervous feeling in your belly. As you nodded and looked back at your tablet. “Uhm, I’m good.” You softly said, “Thank you though.” Your cheeks had to be slightly tinted red.

His arm came over your shoulders, making you still for a moment. A sly smile as he spoke, “C’on, it’ll be fun.” He got close, making you smell the nice cologne he was wearing. “You could be my girl, for a day.” You blinked at him, your eyes meeting his.

And almost like that, he was hooked on you.

You had a weird untouchable vibe. One that a dirty, narcissistic Hawks knew he shouldn’t touch. He shouldn’t be around you. You were too cute and sweet for that. Your eyes held an innocence he no longer had.

One he wanted to taint with his own hands.

Now, if only he could get a look at your face. See if you filled that standard he had for all the girls he talked to. A cute face to match the perfect and innocent eyes.

Nothing too hard?

You softly giggled, hearing the Professor end the lecture. You backed up, slowly leaving his arm. Grabbing your bag and swinging it over your shoulder. Effectively giving the two of you some needed space. “Thank you,” you said sweetly. ”But, I’m going to pass.” You said, turning on your heel and walking down the stairs to the doors. Finally taking in a deep breath. Glancing over your shoulder, seeing Hawks also pack his things away.

Hawks was the type of boy your parents warned you about. No matter how cute you thought he was, a part of you knew he was trouble.

Hawks’ goal was to catch up to you, hang out with you for a little, but by the time he was done packing- you were already gone. Making him slightly annoyed. He sighed, rolling his eyes and turning to his friend. Who just happened to be walking by.

“Shigaraki, do you know who the girl I was sitting next to was?”

He shrugged, running a hand through his hair. “Y/n?” He said, thinking to himself. “The one who always wears, like, pajamas?”

Hawks shrugged. “Don’t know.”

Shigaraki laughed, raising an eyebrow at him. “What? Did that little Peach pique your interest?” He said, grabbing a cigarette. “Or is she just hot?”

Hawks looked at him, smiling while shaking his head. “Not from what I saw.” Hawks said, ignoring his first question. He put his hand to his neck, rubbing it. “I just need more buyers.” He laughed, licking his teeth. An obvious truth and lie.

“What about that one girl? What was her name?” Shigaraki snapped his fingers a few times, trying to recall the fair skinned woman. “Victoria, was it?” He said, “What happened to her?” Hawks watched Shigaraki reach for his pocket, pulling out a pink Hello Kitty lighter. One Toga bought for him as a joke.

Hey, a good lighter was a good lighter. The fire was pink and everything.

“Nothing.” Hawks put his hand in his pocket, reaching for his phone. Feeling it vibrate. “She’s just.. not always around.” Clicking onto the text message, he almost rolled his eyes. It was Victoria. “And when she is, I fucking hate it.”

Shigaraki laughed, looking directly at the girl Hawks was ‘praising.’ “Speak of the devil.” He said under his breath. “See ‘ya.” Hawks nodded at him, giving a small wave.

Hawks turned his head at Victoria, smiling and walking up to her. His iconic dimpled smile caught a few people's attention. He placed a kiss on her lip, while grabbing her waist. Hawks’ hand touched her long brown hair, moving it out of her face. “Hey.” He whispered, effectively making the beautiful girl laugh.

She tilted her head, her golden hoops shifting with her. “Hey,” a similar fonted response. “I’m feeling bored.” She quipped, grabbing his hand and locking his fingers with hers. “Let’s go get ice cream or something.” He gave a flat smile, nodding his head. Hawks’ head went up, pulling her with him as he moved forward.

When his golden eyes went to the coffee shop on campus. And there you were, taking your order. Your hoodie was off, revealing the hair you’d been hiding. While you nodded enthusiastically. Moving your hands and explaining what you wanted.

Your face still covered by the fucking mask.

A part of him wanted to go get coffee, maybe even speak to you again. Yet, with Victoria tugging on his arm. Dragging him to reality again, he couldn’t. Victoria pulled him left, making him follow. Trying to recall where the Ice-cream shop was.

His head turned back to the coffee shop, taking a final glance at you.

It did make him think.

Maybe you weren’t as ugly as he thought.

❤︎︎

Rumi swiped the mascara over her long eyelash. Giving her already beautiful lashes more volume. Something you didn’t even know could be possible. She glanced at you through the mirror. A cute smile pulling on her lips.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go, Darling?”

You smiled, shaking your head politely. Standing near the door frame with your hands behind your back as she slowly approached you. She placed her things down, clinging onto your body. Hands reaching into your hair. “C’on! I ‘wanna style this adorable hair!” She cooed, her hands went to your waist. “Give this body the attention it deserves!”

You flushed, pushing her off you. “Stop!” You softly wined. Giving a giddy smile.

Rumi shook her head, pouting at you. “No! You need to show off your sexy body!” She laughed at your tinted pink cheeks as you looked away. You moved to the counter, taking a seat and smiling. One leg crossed over the other. “Rumi, I love you. But you know I really don’t like parties!” You almost wined.

Rumi groaned, “I know! I know! Just, why do you hate parties?” She moved her hand through her white hair, combing the long locks with her fingers. Her tan skin complemented the color perfectly.

You cringed, recalling the last time you went out. “Well,” you started. “Last time I went out, someone threw up on me.” You shuttered, “I think it was a very eye opening experience.” Your legs swung back and forth, lightly hitting the cabinet.

She threw her head back, laughing loudly. “Oh Honey,” she said through laughs. “I promise you, no one’s going to throw up on you at my party.” She grabbed your face, placing a small kiss on your cheek. “I’ll make sure of it.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “No, I’ll pass.” You politely declined, jumping off the sink and onto the ground. Swaying back and forth as you dusted yourself off. “I’m going to my room.” You said, walking out of the restroom. When you quickly paused, “Hey, Bunny?” She hummed, acknowledging your question. ”Can I borrow your noise canceling headphones?”

Rumi thought about it for a second, “No.” You glared at her, making her laugh. “Sweetie, even if you wanted to be intimidating you wouldn’t.”

You just left with an adorable huff.

❤︎︎

The music was loud. So loud in-fact to the point where you couldn’t even hear yourself. You couldn’t even hear your thoughts!

Okay, fine. That was an exaggeration.

You could hear distant laughter, drinking, and swimming. That wasn’t it, but that's what you could hear. The bass of each song made you jump up in your seat, the vibration moving in your heart.

You swigged your hips back and forth, bouncing with the Doja Cat song playing in the living room. Lip syncing to the song while you could smell something distant in the hall. Head bopping to the beat and as you lightly danced.

You went through your closet, looking at all of your clothing. Pressing it to your chest then throwing it back.

Nothing was really pressing to your interest.

You groaned, going to your bed and flopping onto it. Jumping up slightly due to the bounciness. You grabbed the pink bunny Rumi had gotten you. Which was practically your size. So, in other words. A pretty big stuffed animal. To you at least.

You sighed, melting into the stuffed plush. Thinking to yourself.

You wanted to get something to drink, maybe a little snack. Because currently the one in your room was starting to get repetitive. Jolly ranchers. Just something to keep you from starving. The thing was, you needed to go down stairs to do that. And you really didn’t want to go down stairs in your pj's.

No matter what.

So, you tried finding something that would help you blend into the crowd. Which was kinda hard to do- when more than half the things you owned were hoodies and sweatpants. And the remainder of the clothing was just your pajamas. Which sort of sucked in situations like this.

You propped up from your bed. Looking back at your closet.

Remembering a certain box hidden in the corner. You jumped off your bed, walking to the back of your closet. Opening the door and going on your knees. Reaching for the box in the corner.

It was pink, decorated with stickers from your teenage years. A pink ribbon wrapped around the whole box, a beautiful bow laid in the center. Decorated with while lace and blue dots. A piece of card written and connected to the loose strand of the bow. You flipped it over, smiling at the little note written.

‘To future me ♡︎’

Softly tugging onto the ribbon you tilted your head, noticing how it fell off with ease. You pulled the lid off, revealing the clothing inside. You wondered if your high school clothing still fit you. You pulled out a skirt, the light blue color matching with your skin color.

As a high schooler you always wanted to wear it, but with your protective parents you never were allowed to. And soon enough, it became a habit in your routine. Wearing ‘modest’ things, which soon spiraled into something more. You never went out to parties, and when you did- You never really had fun.

You adjusted your black knee high socks finding it slightly bothersome how often they fell down your thighs. Although, it was nice how your oversized shirt fit you comfortably. This was the most seductive thing you’ve ever worn.

And you were doing it in the comfort of your own room.

You placed the skirt down, reaching for another article of clothing within the box. It was a shirt, one that was longed sleeved and white. The part over your chest tied over, allowing it to get tied behind your back. You wondered when was the last time you wore something like this.

You pulled off your shirt, putting on the white one. Seeing the way it revealed your cleavage, and almost seemed smaller than that last time you wore it. Well, the last time you wore it you were probably 16. Which would make sense considering you were turning 20 in half a year.

It made you worry about how the skirt would fit you.

You grabbed the skirt and slipped it over your hips. Wiggling into the article of clothing due to the plush of your hips. After a few seconds, you successfully got the waistband to sit nicely at the smallest part of your waist. You looked at the mirror, tilting your head at yourself.

Instantly you covered your face with your hands. Blushing as you huffed.

You couldn’t wear this.

It was too much!

It was odd. Your sweet figure, completely warped into something different. That cute aura showing but- somewhat hidden. Ridden into something more- inviting. Almost tempting and sinful...

Your eyes and thighs, giving anyone a reason to come and talk to you.

Rumi would be proud.

Thankfully, you still held that sweet and innocent nature. You were still the kind and innocent Y/n, just looked a little more- inviting.

You took in a deep breath sighing into your hands. You let go, adjusting your socks again. A part of you was wondering if you should put on your shoes. You laughed at yourself. You weren’t going to put on shoes in your own house.

You went to the door, taking in a deep breath. Holding it for a second before releasing it quickly. You pouted, clasping your hands together and reaching for the door. Instant doubt and fear filling your mind. Should you do it? Should you go outside? You shouldn’t, but you were. And, you wanted to. You nodded to yourself and opened the door. Closing it behind you.

Instantly, you were met with the loft. That smell from before enhancing, making you cover your nose on instinct. A few people took a glance in your direction. Curiously looking at your figure.

In an instant you felt naked, the skin showing prickling up with goosebumps. You gave a soft smile, waving at them awkwardly. Your cheeks slowly turning hot. You nodded your head at them, watching the way they turned back to their friends. Engaging in the conversation they briefly stopped.

You moved through, looking at the colored lights. Pink and green were the dominating colors, a few spots of blue flashing every now and then. You placed your hand on the stair railing, slowly walking down the stairs and trying to find the kitchen. While making sure not to bump into anyone.

You stepped onto the cold tile. Looking around and moving to the kitchen. Standing on your tippy toes so you could try and see past all the people in the house. Which, surprisingly, was a lot. It looked like a total of 120 people. Maybe there was more?..

You walked to the counter, grabbing one of the red solo cups and going to the Sprite. Pouring some into your cup and peering over your shoulder. Catching a glance at the people sitting on the couch, talking to each other. A part of you wished you could talk freely like that. Have people hanging on every word you said, craving to hear what you had to say next.

The cold Sprite hit your hand, making you glance at the drink and notice how it overfilled the cup. You bit your lip, making a small face and sighing.

You quickly stopped pouring your drink, screwing the cap on and taking a sip. Trying to even out the amount within your cup. You looked through the kitchen window, peering over to the pool. Seeing Rumi in her bathing suit and sitting on the edge of the pool. Dipping her feet into the water. A red solo cup in her hand as she spoke. Confidently recalling a story about her and a friend. Something about how they stole a pack of beer.

You laughed, looking at the counter again and trying to pick a snack. One that was going to fill the craving you were slowly developing.

You lightly groaned, noticing more than half the snacks were empty. The ones remaining, were remaining for a reason. You sighed, grabbing your drink and taking a tiny sip. Looking at the people who were in the living room again. It looked like no one you knew, so with that, you slowly started to trek to your room. Taking another sip of your Sprite.

A piercing, yet excited scream made you freeze. Turning your head over your shoulder and peering at the person who just screamed. Silently hoping they weren't screaming at you. “Y/n! Get your cute ass down here!” Rumi was running at you, grabbing your hand and pulling you down the stairs. Gushing about how you looked, “Oh my gosh! You look so cute!” You cutely smiled, turning to follow her and giving a curt nod. You lightly laughed, looking at the ground and following to where she was pulling you.

Rumi put her hand on your waist, guiding you outside and flopping you down on a pool chair. You skirt bouncing up then floating down. You blinked at the sudden movement, Rumi coming behind you and resting on you. Arms wrapped around your waist as she rested her chin on your shoulder.

“Y/n, meet my friends.” She said, pointing to the people in the group. Her hand went to a man with back hair. “That’s Dabi.” Her hand moved to a man with blue hair and a girl that was blonde. “Shigaraki and Toga.” Then, moved her body, adjusting herself and pointed to the remaining people. “Hawks, twice, Kai, and-“ She snapped her fingers, trying to think for a moment. “Shit.. Krono!” She smiled into your hair, “And that’s Krono.” She repeated, happy she could remember the stranger's name. You gave them a smile, waving gently.

A soft, “Hello.” Leaving your mouth.

Hawk’s eyes went to Shigaraki. Giving a silent word of, ‘Oh, this is interesting.’

Now, Hawks was hooked on you.

Who knew you were such a pretty lil’ thing. An innocent yet sinful, lil’ thing. Your little and intimidated nature was alluring him. He wanted to be the one holding you, not Rumi. The one speaking against your ear and introducing you to his bad friends.

Honestly, you couldn’t get any sweeter.

When, Dabi bumped into him. “Hawks, did you bring anything with you?”

His golden eyes met Dabi’s icy blue one. But, before he could even respond, wanting to explain ‘Yes, but not any for him.’ Rumi stopped the whole conversation.

Her hand went over your ears, “Nope! Not around this little candy.” She quickly said, “She doesn't do drugs, or anything.” She strictly asserted, glaring at Hawks and Dabi.

Hawks had a cocky smile, as he tilted his head mockingly.

You’re only getting sweeter.

Now, there was one thing that would make you better.

“C’on Rumi.” Hawks slowly remarked. “Don’t be like that, stop treating the girl like she’s a lil’ virgin.” He said, grabbing your hand and pulling you to sit next to him. His arm went around your shoulders as you looked at him. Those beautiful eyes blinking at him with confusion before smiling. God, he was getting pulled to you. Almost like a rabbit hole, getting deeper and deeper.

Rumi huffed, “No, get your grubby hands off her.” She spat. You looked at Rumi, giggling. You hand covering your mouth as you waved your other hand dismissively.

“No, Rumi! S’okay! Promise.” You reassured, giving a kind smile.

She pouted, turning the other way and speaking. “No Honey, you’re my little baby. I know these people are-“

“Are what?” Dabi cut in. Taking a long drag of the cigarette Shigaraki had given him. Tilting his head and looking at you. “The girl can talk to whoever she wants.” Exhaling the smoke in your direction. You stifled a cough.

Rumi subtly cringed. “Are not your crowd.” She finished, whispering.

You bit the bottom of your lip, turning in Hawks direction. He tilted his head down slightly, trying to see the face you were making. Almost instantly, he picked up on you and Rumi’s dynamic.

She was the one with all the experience. Knowing what’s good and bad. Experiencing everything you never did. While you on the other hand, never experienced anything. You probably had the protective parents who did everything in their power to protect you from all the bad things in the world. All the bad people in the world.

People like him.

So, Rumi practically babied you. You were something she wasn’t so, she did everything in her power to protect that.

But, by the looks of it- you didn’t want protection. You didn’t want to be treated like a baby, you wanted to be a big girl. And Rumi could only protect you so much from that. So much from him.

Hawks had a small thing for girls like you.

Virgins.

You looked back at the group, kindly smiling at them all. While you grabbed your drink, taking a small sip before putting it by your feet. Watching the group discuss something you knew nothing about. Which was fine by you, it was not like you’d talk to these people again. (You secretly wished you would.) So, you just polity nodded. Pretending to follow with every word spoken within the group. Hawks arm still wrapped around your shoulders.

Toga, a girl with a short red dress looked at you. “So, she’s done nothing?” Toga’s eyes grew, a smile that was cute yet ridden with something evil. “Not even kiss anyone?” She giggled, eyes glowing with curiosity.

Shigaraki smiled, looking at you. Grabbing a cigarette and his iconic pink Hello Kitty lighter. He was intrigued, letting the girl ask you the rude question.

You awkwardly giggled, lifting a finger to your mouth. Nodding your head, “I’ve kissed someone.”

Toga tilted her head at you, her bangs falling with her. “How many people?”

You opened your mouth, sort of confused on why she kept asking you questions, but answered anyway. “Uhm, I believe- like 3 people.” You softly laughed, almost embarrassed. “One of which was Rumi.” You pointed at her, waving gently.

When someone pulled a chair next to you. Making you turn to them, curiosity plaguing your features. It wasn’t normal for a random stranger to just sit in a friend group.

She wore a lacy dress, one in all black, adding to the color of her hair. She smiled at you, glancing at the group right before looking at Hawks. Her smile faltered for a moment, seeing the way Hawks rested his arm against you before she spoke. “So, what did I miss?” Her voice was deep, honey ridden and seductive. Sending a chill down your spine. Rumi smiled at her, handing this mystery girl a cup. You couldn't shake the look of her. She looked very familiar.

“Oh, nothing Vic. Just random stories that have happened since we last met up.” You felt Hawks arm slip from your shoulders. Checking his phone for a non-existent notification and stuffing it into his pocket. Keeping his arm to his side. A subtle way to stop holding you.

You didn’t notice. Just slightly engrossed by the pretty girl currently sitting next to you. She had a way of speaking that made you want to listen, the words she chose were said with purpose and reason. (It was something you strived to be.) Which made her next statement, rather shocking.

“Keigo, Baby.” She softly said, leaning forward to look at him. Ignoring you in between them. Rumi knew what she was doing, you on the other hand didn’t.

She was about to 1-up you.

“Do you have it?”

Hawks debated on answering for a moment, before nodding. Giving his iconic smile. “Of course.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small plastic baggie. A white powdery substance resting inside. “It’s practically prepared, just needs to lined it up.” He placed it on the table resting it between the group.

She whined, “Oh, come on Keigo!” You noticed she used his actual name, again. So, did Rumi. You didn’t know why, but Rumi did. The girl continued, “I told you I wanted strawberry.” She moved forward, revealing her cleavage.

Hawk inhaled, annoyed by the sudden attention this girl had on him. Dabi playfully nudged his side, “C’on Hawks.” Dabi tilted his head, trying to get a better look at the girl. “Get Victoria her drugs.”

So that’s why she looked so familiar.

Hawks wanted to punch Dabi. He was purposefully trying to annoy him. But, he just laughed. Smiling at the girl. “Doll.” He started. “I need you to pay for it first.” Hawks’ eyes went to you for a split second. “Then, I’ll give it to you.”

Victoria laughed, not ignoring the small glance Hawks took at you. “Do you not want to do this here?” She said, laughing at the situation. She pointed a finger at you, starting to speak again. “Is it because of her?” She giggled, standing up. “Because, there’s a bedroom inside, I’m sure we can finalize our deal there.” She looked directly at you, smiling. “And the payment as well.”

The group snickered noticing what she was doing. Doing to you.

See, that annoyed Hawks because he knew what she was doing. And he hated she was doing that to you. A girl that didn’t even compete with you. Don’t worry, Hawks was going to embarrass her. Way worse than she did you.

Thankfully, you were too much of a doll to know what she meant. Clear by the way you innocently blinked at her, not understanding the context of her words.

You got the whole drug part, just not the payment. But don’t worry, Rumi understood all of it. And she knew you didn’t. She was going to keep it that way.

Rumi knows you find Hawks attractive but that’s as far as it’s going to get. She didn’t want a horrible man like Hawks resting so much a pinkie on your delicate figure. She had to restrain herself from snatching you back when Hawks took you. Yet, she didn’t expect what Hawks said next;

“I need the money.” You glanced between the two of them, slightly confused.

Victoria’s eyebrows met together. “What?” She almost sounded offended.

Hawks gave a fake yet charming smile. “I need the money, Honey, either that. Or.” He tilted his head. “No drugs.” He gave her a wide toothy smile, showing off his fangs. His dimples are prominent and almost mocking.

She opened her mouth, shocked for a moment before stuttering. “But- I..”

With a snap of a finger Hawks mood depended. “Are you telling me you can't pay?” His eyes darkened significantly, his friends looking away from the scene unpacking in front of them. You, on the other hand, were grossly invested. This was the first time you’ve ever seen Hawks like this. It was different, and made you squish your legs together. A small spark shooting through your body as you did so.

He stood up, walking closer to her. “You know I hate it when people can’t pay.” His hand went to her waist, pulling Victoria close to his body. His free hand moved a piece of hair behind her ear. Cupping her face. “So, I’ll ask you again.” He moved in close. “Can you not pay?” Their noses were practically touching.

The group was silent, everyone trying to secretly observe the situation. Victoria moved closer, “I thought that-“

In an instant his hand claps over her mouth, cutting her off. “Then you didn’t fucking think enough.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek before shoving her off him. He grimaced, before smiling licking his teeth. A mocking laugh leaving his mouth as he sat back down. Glancing at the girl.

“Now, go be a good little Puppy.” A high pitched voice. ”And fetch me, my fucking money.” She stood there stund for a moment, while the group broke out in a large fit of laughter.

Rumi dying specifically before speaking, “See ya in five, Dog.”

Shigaraki huffed, “And make it snappy Puppy.” And in an instant, the whole group was mocking this poor girl. It was shocking, seeing how fast a group could change their whole dynamic.

She choked, biting her bottom lip before scoffing. Letting out a little, ‘Fine.’ Rumi giggled, waving to her.

You on the other hand was feeling a guilt build up in you. You turned to Hawks, tugging his shirt to catch his attention as you cupped his ear- whispering into it. “Don’t you think that was- sort of mean?” Hawks looked at you, tilting his head. Making you keep talking, “I mean, just- I feel bad.” He gently smiled at you.

Of course you did.

“Don’t worry, that's how we always play.” That was a lie. “Right guys?” The group nodded their heads, Rumi just looked away not saying anything. “See?” He lied again.

It took a few minutes, but the group soon followed with Victoria. She threw the money on the table, Hawks pushing Dabi forward to count it for him. Dabi grabbed the stack, quickly counting the amount.

You felt your stomach swarm with butterflies, wasn’t this illegal?

You knew that what Hawks was doing was wrong but, you never really thought about it. It was something distant.

Like a problem that made you sympathize with the person, but never truly troubled with. It was distant. Yet, watching this in-front of you made it more- real.

It made you squirm in your seat.

Dabi nodded at Hawks, getting closer and whispering something to him. Hawks nodded his head, glaring at Victoria. He sat up straight again. “Where’s the rest of it?”

Victoria sat down. “That is- the rest of it.” She quipped, looking at her nails. Hawks looked at Dabi, when he shook his head.

“You have enough for-“ He took a glance at you, “What’s on the table.” He leaned forward, “But, that's it.” She huffed, taking the small baggie.

“Fuck you.”

Hawks laughed, trying to find a way to escape this boring situation. Maybe escape this boring situation with you. “You already did, Dog.”

Hawks sighed, rolling his shoulders out. “I have to use the restroom.” He stood up, looking at the house. Instantly you were on your feet, smiling at him. Just like he knew you would.

“Want me to take you there? People tend to get lost.” You quietly added that last part. Thinking of that last person that visited your house. Hawks sweetly smiled at you, nodding his head. Knowing full well he knew where the restroom was. You giddily smiled, reaching for your cup and taking a sip of your Sprite. Which was starting to turn flat. Your mood dropping for a moment before walking inside, Hawks slowly trailing behind you.

He took a glance at Rumi, seeing the hot glare she was giving him. He knowingly smiled, scrunching his nose for a second before looking back at you. You pressed forward, turning over your shoulder as you pointed to the kitchen. “Before I show you where the restroom is, can I refill my Sprite?”

Hawks blinked at you, not knowing why the hell you were asking him before smiling. Nodding his head and following you into the kitchen. Right before you poured yourself a drink, Hawks stopped you. His body pressed behind you as he bent down. Resting his chin on your shoulder.

Trying to ask this question as innocently as possible, he went- “Have you ever drank?” You turned to him, smelling the cologne he was wearing.

You nodded, “Yeah! I’m getting Sprite right now.” Your eyebrows met together, “I’m pretty sure I drank some near the pool.”

Hawks laughed, shaking his head. “No Y/n, alcohol Baby.”

You flushed, noticing how dumb your response was. Before softly shaking your head, your eyes trailing over his face. Your sight lingered on his lips for a little longer than you intended. Something that went noticed by Hawks. “No?” He confirmed it to you. His voice was soft and gentle. “Do you want to try some?”

You found yourself frozen. Your parents always told you never to drink. How it was bad and something you could get hooked on. So, you hastily bit your lip, meekly shaking your head. Hawks didn’t say anything, just looked at your face for a second longer before smiling. The dimples you were honestly starting to love showing through. “Good girl.”

He got off your shoulder, pouring the sprite for you. You muttered a small, ‘Thank you.’ Before you had him following you upstairs. Hawks purposely took longer to follow you. Staying behind to catch a glimpse up your skirt. Peaking at the cute thin pink panties you were wearing. You lead him to the bathroom, pointing to the room and smiling. He looked at you, “Where’s your room?”

You blinked at him, sort of confused. “Uhm, that door.” Hawks walked to the door you were pointing at. Putting his hand on the handle.

“This one?”

You nodded, which led him to opening your door. Walking inside, your eyes widened. You quickly followed him, watching the way he observed your room. He looked so out of place. The pink, white, gray color scheme made him pop. He turned his head to you, smiling. You wondered why he smiled so often.

“Let’s hang out here.” You nodded, closing the door behind you about to walk to your bed when- “Lock the door. This is about the time people start going into rooms.” He shrugged, “We wouldn’t want that happening.” You hesitated about that, taking a moment to follow his words.

You knew that doing that probably wasn’t going to be a good idea.

Your parents warned you about boys like Hawks, but you found yourself pushing them away. Forgetting what warnings they told you. So, you locked the door. Taking a moment to walk to your bed. Taking a seat and crossing your legs over one another. Taking another sip of your Sprite.

Hawks sat on the ground. Near the table, resting his arm on it. “So, how long have you and Rumi known each other?”

You pressed a finger to your mouth, trying to recall the whole time you’ve known the girl. “Uhm, I think since freshman year? Freshman year of high school that is.” You softly said, “I’m not completely sure.”

Hawks nodded, trying to re-calling when Rumi started to talk about you. But, he couldn’t seem to remember. Almost like, she purposefully made sure to keep the two of you separated.

That surely didn’t last.

“How long have you known all your friends?” Your voice was soft.

Hawks looked to your roof, shrugging. “They’re not really my friends. Just people I tolerate.” He recalled a time he and Dabi had an argument, revealing everything he feared about his ‘friends.’ So, now he just views them as people who help pass time.

Your eyes softened, “Awh, that’s not good.” Hawks looked at you shrugging. He watched as your eyes lit up. “Wait, what if we became friends!?” Hawks blinked at you, almost stunned.

He couldn’t recall the last time someone asked to be his friend. Maybe in elementary? It seemed childish, something people wouldn’t do anymore. He just laughed, nodding his head and responding. “Yeah, we’re friends.” You excitedly smiled. Nodding your head enthusiastically.

You pointed to the drink near your feet, “As your first act as my friend, hand me my drink.” You paused for a moment, thinking. “Please.”

Hawks laughed, shaking his head. “We’ve been friends for less then a minute and already making me do things for you?”

You laughed, “Of course.”

He rolled his eyes, handing you the drink. “Here you go Princess.” You smiled, taking the cup and bowing slightly. “Thank you my faithful servant.”

Hawks reached for his pocket, pulling out another small baggie. He shook it, allowing you to look at it before placing it on the table. You got out of bed, slowly crawling to the table. You looked at Hawks, blinking at him with those innocent eyes.

“What’s that?” You knew what it was, or at-least had a faint idea.

He gave you the simple answer, “Drugs.” He pulled you closed, letting you sit in between his legs. His hands moving from the thin of your waist, to the fat of your thighs. “Want some?” You found yourself slightly clouded, mind full of the fact that Hawk’s hands were on you. And another part of you felt bad.

This was the second time you were going to say no to Hawks. Yet, this was bad. Drugs were bad, they were something you were told to never try. Never to do. You found questions swarming your head.

Were they that bad?

Maybe, your parents were over exaggerating.

Maybe, they weren’t that bad.

Still, with the doubt swarming your head you shook it. Cheeks hot and red with embarrassment. You were an adult, you shouldn’t let their word influence your actions. But they knew better, you should be listening to them.

You shouldn’t even have Hawks in your room right now.

“No?” Hawks’ voice cutting into your mind, pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked at him, shaking your head. Confirming his words. That’s why Hawks liked you so much.

He smiled, parting your hair and exposing your neck to him. His lips resting on the nape of your neck. “You sure?” You tensed, shivers shooting up your spine with every word he spoke. You didn’t respond this time.

He took it as his que to keep talking. His hands massaging into your hips. Ghosting your skin. “Drugs can make you feel real good.” He kissed your neck. “In ways you’ve never felt good before.” You breathed out, fluttering your lashes.

You nodded, allowing him to move his hands off you. You watched the way he grabbed one of the ‘candies.’ The strawberry look seemed very deceiving for what it really was.

Hawks was your friend, he was here to keep you safe. You could trust him.

He moved his hand forward, bringing it close to your mouth. You quickly opened, trying to get the drug inside your mouth, when he gripped your jaw with his free hand. Stopping you from getting any closer. “See, this is quite strong.” He said, his lips pressed to the shell of your ear. Now he could smell your sickly sweet perfume. Your back was perfectly pressed to his front, allowing him to feel you. “Are you sure you want to do this?” You turned to him and paused, taking a long moment to nod. He smiled and nodded his head. He turned you, so your back was facing the table before speaking. “Open.” You quickly obeyed. “Stick out your tongue, Pretty.”

You moved your thighs together, getting that same sensation from before.

You took a moment to do that, then felt the drug being pressed onto your tongue. You took it into your mouth, holding it there for a second. A weird strawberry and tangy taste washing over your mouth. Keigo smiled, “Press it to the roof of your mouth.” You did that, and almost instantly you cringed. Nose scrunching as it dissolved in your mouth, the drug mixed with your saliva moving down your throat slowly.

You rested your head on Hawks chest, feeling his hands on your thighs. He pulled you up, sitting you so your legs wrapped around his waist. Eyelids slowing down as you slowly found yourself in the drug he’d given you.

His hand reached for the table, grabbing another drug and popping it into his mouth. He sort of felt bad, he didn’t want only you to experience it. Although it would be completely different for the two of you. Considering these drugs didn’t really affect Hawks.

You softly giggled, pressing your nose against his neck. “You smell nice.” Hawks laughed, looking down at you.

“Do I?”

You nodded your head slowly, “Mhm~”

Hawks couldn’t help but laugh. You were adorable drugged out. Eye cloudy and slightly red, the way your body slowed down significantly, how you stopped caring that your skirt was no longer covering your panties. God, you were so sinful.

Did you know that?

Well, you fucking should.

Hawks felt his head get a little heavy, something normal to him. He licked his lips, grabbing your Sprite. Finding himself getting thirsty. You, quite pathetically, tried stopping him. Reaching your hand out, and stopping him from taking a sip.

“What, do you think.. you are doin’?” He found it cute that you slurred your words.

“Taking a drink.” He added, playing dumb.

You shook your head, “No, that’s mine.” You giggled, leaving close and mouthing the word, ‘Mine.’

Did you say mine twice? Did you even say mine?

He laughed, “Here, I’ll take a sip. Then, you’ll take a sip.” You nodded once, watching the way he lifted his head. Taking a few sips of your drink, his Adam apple bobbing with every swallow.

He pulled back, looking at you, “Want some?’ You slowly nodded. Following the cup with your eyes. Feeling the rim press against your bottom lip. You pressed your lips to the cup, letting Hawks lift it. You took a few sips, looking at Hawks. A silent way of telling him to stop.

You softly smiled, your face slightly drugged and giddy. You could just smell his cologne. It was driving you crazy. His lazy smile was becoming more attractive by the second. A weird pull to him was becoming stronger, heavier. You wanted to be closer to him, closer than you were. If that was possible.

“I wanna’ be closer.” You softly said, mouth pressing against his neck. Eyes fluttering with heaviness.

Hawks looked at you, smiling at him with a hint of amusement. You backed up, tilting your head Slowly blinking at him, a drugged out smile on your lips. Your hands sliding up his body and resting them on his shoulders.

“We should kiss.” You softly said, “I’ve always wanted to make-out with someone.” You knew what you were saying, while at the same time you didn't.

Hawks raised an eyebrow at you, tilting his head. “I’m sure I heard you say you've kissed someone?” He whispered, his lips fanning over yours.

“Mhm,” your head nodded, biting your bottom lip before speaking. “Yeah, but it was always like-“ Your drugged mind didn’t know how to describe a small peck. So, you pressed a small kiss against his lips. Tasting the strawberry on his lips. It only lasted a second, before you pulled back. “Like that.”

God, you were so sweet.

His hand moved to the center of your waist. Gripping onto you. “Oh, so you want something more?” You nodded eagerly. Jumping up and down lightly as you got closer.

He choked on his breath, tightening his grip on you. “Okay, just follow my lead.” His voice was soft and gentle, making you smile. You nodded, feeling his hand trail up your torso.

One of his hands went to your chin, tilting your head up and pressing his lips against yours. You lightly moaned, scooting yourself closer to him. Pressing your breast against him unintentionally, finding yourself melting into the man. Lips moving together to the song playing downstairs. It was gentle yet quick, something you were starting to catch on.

Hawk’s hands moved to your hips, pulling you closer to him. One of your hands trailing into the curls of his hair. Your plump and strawberry flavored lips meeting together. Your eyes fluttering as he rubs his hands on your hips. Making sure to keep his hands outside your skirt. He was patient, and he would wait for the reward underneath.

You pulled back, eyes shimmering as you blinked at him. He was somewhat surprised by the effect kissing had on you.

You felt your body growing hot. A tingling sensation developing in the pit of your stomach. The way every touch Keigo had on you made you jolt with- a weird good feeling. One that eagerly made you want to kiss him again.

You leaned in, wanting to kiss him again but he stopped you. His hand collided gently with your throat. He clicked his tongue, “I think that’s all I can do.” He cooed, recalling what Rumi said earlier. “You’re just a little baby.” He tilted his head, mocking you. “One that shouldn't be doing things like this with a bad man.” Clearly intending himself.

You quickly shook your head, “You’re not bad!” You defended, “You’re my friend!”

Keigo smiled, “I’m also Rumi’s, and she doesn’t think so.”

You pouted, your body still craving that feeling from before. “I don’t care what Rumi thinks.” You softly expressed, “I wanna be a big girl!”

Hawks smiled, knowing exactly where to take this. “Then, you need to act like it.”

You nodded, smiling innocently at him. “Okay!”

His eyes darkened. He pinched your cheeks, forcing you to look directly at him. “Let’s take it slow, I’ll kiss you.” He leaned close. “Really, kiss you.” Hawks smiled, “Open.” You pouted before following instructions, opening your mouth. Hawks nodded with praise, “Good.” He cooed, not missing the way he felt your hips twitch.

His tongue swirled over your, following with a kiss. A part of you swore you felt something in the middle of his tongue. Something cold and hard, when it hits you. Hawks had a piercing! Somehow, it made you feel better. You couldn’t help but think about the sweet honey kiss that he was giving you. Slow and hot, something you couldn't help but moan at. It felt so good! His hand went to your skirt, finding the thin pink underwear you were wearing. Pulling on it before letting it snapback. Making you gasp.

The tip of Hawk’s tongue tracing around yours, another heated kiss following. Your small hands grabbing onto his shirt to stabilize you. His saliva mixed with yours, sweet from the drug you took earlier. He adjusted himself, moving his hips up and against yours. Feeling your hips move with him. A soft moan leaving your occupied lips as you did so.

This felt really good.

Tongue matching his, Hawks big hands caressing the inside of your thighs. Getting closer to the place that was growing hot. You could feel your panties getting slick and sticking to your pussy. Wet with your essence. Unknowingly craving to be touched. Hawks pulled back, giving you a lazy smirk.

Hawks was close to losing every single strand of patience in his body. The way you were panting, slowly starting to rock your hips closer to his hands. Effectively grinding on his growing cock. Your panties ruining his very expensive pants. It was so cute. You were adorable. Even like this. Desperate for the next thing he would do.

He gave a small kiss to your nose, grabbing the back of your thighs and pulling you up with him. Instantly your body moved closer to him, your arms wrapping around his neck. Your legs hooking around his torso. Making sure you wouldn’t fall.

Hawks gently placed you on the bed, letting you sit while he just stood. Hands on yours and he slowly went to his knees. You tried kissing him again, hands landing on his shoulders. Trying to pull him close to you, but he grabbed them. Stopping you.

You pouted, a small whine leaving your throat. You wanted to feel that electrifying feeling within your stomach again. The feeling that made you want to rock against him. Shut your thighs and rub them together. Sending that satisfying feeling of pleasure to your needy pussy.

It was funny to Hawks. He knew you’ve never felt anything like this before. Which made you crave it even more. So desperate for something you probably didn’t even know existed. Which was amusing to Hawks. He wanted to keep you around. Maybe a little more than he cared to admit. Keep you close and on a leash, dress you in the sluttests clothing for all his friends to see. Show you off like a small doll or trophie.

Maybe, he felt kind- let his friends watch him fuck you stupid. Praising you about how good you were doing for him because, at the end of the day. His dick would be the only one getting you high on pleasure. He’d be the only one to make you cry and beg for more.

Don’t worry. He’d treat you well.

He’d treat you like you were a princess. Always buying you whatever he wanted, (He had more than enough money then he’d like to admit) and always put your adorable little needs ahead of his.

He’d kill any man who dared to lay a finger on you.

Because you were his.

He decided that when Rumi formally introduced you to him.

Keep you drugged and high, clinging onto him and only him. Your innocent doe eyes filling up with tears when he’d fuck you with his cock. Soft pants and moans leaving your lips as you didn’t know how to handle a big cock like his. Now, he was a little desperate for something. Yet, he stayed calm. He didn’t want to scare you.

Poor thing.

“What?” He asked cockily, denying the kiss you so desperately wanted. The feeling deep in you that you were craving. You pushed your plump lips together, watching as he chuckled. “Words, Lovely.”

“I want a kiss.”

He laughed, “Do you like kissing?” He asked, his tone deepening.

“Mhm!”

Hawks laughed, humming back at you. Mocking how you responded to him, before speaking again. “Or, do you like the feeling it gives you-“ He pressed his finger against your clit, watching you jolt. “Here?” Your thighs clamped around his hand, a surprised breath escaping your mouth. He hummed a condescending, ‘Hm?’

You bit the bottom of your lip, nodding your head slowly. His nose touched your neck, his finger moving to the inside of your thigh. You almost cried for him to put his hand back when his lips met your neck. A pleasurable shiver shooting through your body.

“What about this?” He asked against your neck, his deep voice vibrating against you. Another kiss. You soon felt something warm and wet slowly move up to your ear. Making you moan, really moan. “Feeling good, Beautiful.” You looked at him, softly nodding. Loving how each word and action had such an effect on your body. Shivers and twitches all caused by a few kisses and touches filled with desire. Thoughts filled with desire.

Little did you know, Hawks enjoyed that very thing.

You were a virgin.

Hawks rested his hand on your knees, rubbing them soothingly. He backed up, looking you in the eye. “Okay, Pretty.” He started, resting on his knees. Softly pulling your legs apart. Allowing him to look at the cute pussy hidden between them. He wished you weren’t wearing panties, but didn’t worry too much about it. They’d be off in a few seconds. Your short skirt not covering what it should. “Have you had anyone touch you here?”

You blinked at him- panting while your cheeks dusted pink. A subtle shake of your head, one he barely picked up on made him continue. Both his hands following the curve of your thigh. Getting closer, and pressing under your skirt. You thickly swallowed, glancing at his hands and face.

Did he want to touch you.. there?

But, that was something private. Something you thought no one would touch, let alone see. You felt yourself starting to panic, but tried hiding it.

“Keep your legs apart, do not close them.” He slapped your thigh, making you yelp. “Or, you’re not going to like what I do next.” His hand went to your chest, pressing you down. Resting you against the plush sheets of your bed. You thickly swallowed, slowly falling back. Looking at the roof of your room. The lights outside illuminating it. Which wasn’t much considering it was well past 12 am.

Hawks grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to his face. Lifting your skirt and looking at the thin pink panties that separated you from his mouth.

Hawks never really liked drugs. Sure, he sold them- but it was just to get money. He hadn’t really found a drug addicting enough to make him want to use it again.

Yet, seeing you like this. Embarrassed and eager for what he was going to do next. Yeah, he was getting addicted to that. He held the back of your thighs with his big hands. Not giving you the opportunity to move. As he did a hard kitten lick. Eyes bouncing up, trying to see what reaction you would give. Before removing your panties, keeping them stung at your ankles and licking up your pussy.

Instantly you gasped, hand clamping over your mouth. Trying to keep the lewd noises that threaten to spill from your lips. Hawks slapped your thigh again, shaking his head. “Dont.” He asserted, a little annoyed by this stupid attempt to keep quite. Hawks didn’t want that, he wanted to hear how good you felt. Hear how good he was making you feel.

This was a small shock. Hawks was licking you- down there? Wasn’t that gross? It was something you would want to do! So, why was he?

Was this normal?

You meekly nodded, lowering your hands and gripping onto the soft white sheets. The fat of his tongue followed up to your clit, the tip swirling around it. His golden eyes seemed to glow in the dark watching the way your chest jolted. Lips parted as you moaned, gripping onto the sheets as your hips jolted forward. Trying to get more of this pleasure. He laughed against your cunt, continuing his abuse on your pussy. Enjoying the way you tried holding your legs apart.

Hawks closed his eyes, practically feeling them roll to the back of his head. Hearing your soft pants and moans. You tasted so good. Something he’s never had before, but knew he couldn’t live without. He craved for something like this, it was an ache he always knew he had but never knew he’d find it in a person. A sweet lil’ thing like you.

He moved his hand to his cock, adjusting his hard on. Trying to release some needed tension. His hips bucked into his hand, desperate to feel something. Anything on his aching cock. He knew if you were anyone else, this wouldn’t be happening. He’d just be fucking you then forgetting what your name was in a day.

Cover it up by calling you puppy.

But, you weren’t any girl.

You were now his girl.

His hand moved, palming the outside of his pants. Groaning against your pussy as he continued to eat you out. Getting off to every whimper, moan, and breath, that left your pretty little mouth.

You were too drugged and fucked out to notice. Your legs twitched with every swipe Hawks did over your pussy. Your hands trying to grip the sheets harder but it clearly wasn’t working. This weird coil of pleasure building within your belly. Making you babble something to try and warn Hawks. Yet, you couldn’t even understand anything that was leaving your mouth. Your mind just filled with Hawks.

You felt something cold in the middle of his tongue. Sending a shiver up to your chest that made tears pearl at your eyes. You gasped, his tongue pressing down on your clit. Moving it back and forth as his piercing tongue continued to send cold shocks through out your body.

The contrast of his hot and wet tongue to the small cold bead swiping over you was making you babble. Words you couldn’t understand with broken moans about how good it felt. You didn’t know if you wanted him to stop or keep going. You knew you didn’t really have a say in that currently.

Hawks hand came down to your pussy. His mouth sucking onto you clit, once, twice before letting go with a lewd- ‘Pop!’ His left fingers replacing his mouth so you wouldn’t get too needy.

“Feelin’ good?”

He knew he was making you feel good, he could tell by your fucked out face. He just wanted to hear it, or at least see it. You perked your head up, trying to nod but you couldn’t. His finger rubbing slow and pressured circles on your clip was driving you insane. Again, this curling string continued to spiral inside you, pleasure building upon itself. Hawks laughed, going back to your pussy. Taking two fingers and spreading you apart. Tongues hitting all the places he couldn’t before.

He wanted to prep you for his cock.

His finger slid down, his mouth replaced his finger on your clit. Sucking on it gently before slowly sliding his finger into you. Trying to see how you would react. You just choked on your breath, caught off guard by the intrusion. Hawks was already reassuring you, “Don’t worry. This is just another way to feel good.” You nodded, turning your head and resting it to the side. Closing your eyes as you felt this prickle of pleasure slightly intense.

His finger slid inside then outside of you, following the movement of his pierced tongue. Pressing up light then slowly entering and exiting. You could feel your voice louden. Unable to keep quiet and still after a few pumps of his thick finger. The gold of his ring pressing against your pussy every time his finger entered you. Evening out the contrast of how hot you were feeling. Your eyes rolled into your head, toes curling as you groaned. Unable to express how you were feeling. And weirdly, you felt so close to the end. Like something was about to happen.

When his second finger entered you, stretching out your little pussy you felt tears fall down your face. That coil inside you was about to snap, and-

Oh my gosh, were you about to pee?!

A panic shot through your body as you tried preventing it from happening. Trying to take your mind off things and to the music playing outside, listening to the lyrics and trying to recall what song was playing.

It wasn't working.

His fingers were still working into your cunt. Tainted with the slick you were producing.

“Hawks!” You gasped, trying to form words but unable to find the right ones. You were trying to do the next best thing, which was warning Hawks.

Yet, he ignored your plea. He just smiled to himself, sucking into your clit and pressing his fingers inside of you, mumbling a small- ‘Found it.’ As he pressed his fingers up. Effectively hitting your g-spot.

Your vision went white, back arching as you quickly gripped his hair. A high pitched moan leaving your throat as you squirted on Hawk’s face. His mouth was already latched onto your pussy, collecting it into his mouth. He softly groaned, closing his eyes and tasting you. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. Looking at you with his golden honey eyes as he cockily smiled. Gripping the back of your thighs and resting them on his shoulders. Taking a long final strip of your pussy and kissing your thigh. Watching you pant as you melted into the soft white bed. Clearly exhausted by the high you just received.

You looked adorable, cuter than normal. Your eyes were still watery and red, the bottom of your lip slightly swollen from you biting on it, and your body abused from the pleasure you were receiving. He was guessing this was the first time some guy had ever eaten you out. Maybe, this was your first time in general.

It made him even harder.

You slowly blinked, trying to gain your sight again. Shakily inhaling and exhaling. It was something you’ve never experienced before. Your body just didn’t know how to react.

Hawks moved over you, resting his forearms by your head. Smiling at you. “How you feelin’ Doll?” You slowly brought your head to look at him, your tired eyes peering back at him.

You softly nodded, your mind still a little hazy. You didn’t truly trust yourself to speak as of right now.

Hawks rubbed your cheek. Dipping his face and pressing kisses to your neck. Feeling as you slowly started relaxing. He hummed, letting you relax for a moment. He knew once he started again, you would collapse from exhaustion. Drugs and euphoria didn’t mix well together. (Well, they did.) They’d always lead up to the person craving sleep. Yet, that was the worst part of it. You wouldn’t be able to. Just stay up feeling every movement and sound playing. Amplified in your head. Hawks knew exactly how to make the best of that situation.

“Love?” He softly said, making sure to be gentle with you.

That would change in a bit.

You nodded, moaning ‘Mhm?’

He brought his face in-front of yours. “You want to be a good girl, right?” You nodded, bringing your head up and giving him a quick kiss. Falling back on your bed and sweetly smiling at him. Loving every name and praise he gave you. It made your mind fill with lewd thoughts about what else he would call you.

Hawks smiled at you, “Y/n?” He cooed, making you eagerly nod. Hawks sat up, grabbing your waist and hoisting you up. Pulling you against his chest. One hand firmly on the back of your waist, the other grabbing the back of your thigh. Lifting it and slotting himself in between your legs. Allowing your bare pussy press against his clothed erection. You gasped, thighs shaking as you buckled forward. Feeling the hard bulge rub perfectly against your clit.

He caressed your face, smiling at you. His eyes were heavy and lust ridden. He grabbed your hand, pressing it to his chest. While you leaned forward. Words slipping from your mouth. “I wanna’ make you feel good.” That sentence reminded you why you stayed quite.

He let out a small laugh. He wasn’t going to let you, but if you insisted.

He really did want to see how your doe eyes would look at him while you were sucking his cock. But, he thought against it. Like he acknowledged before, he wanted this whole situation to be about you. (And, not scare you.) However, with the cute way you were looking at him. Grinding your pussy against his hard cock. He couldn’t say no.

Not to you.

He undid his belt, pulling it off and tossing it to the side. Your eyes followed it, yet you couldn't hear the sound when it collided. The music was starting to get louder. Making it harder to hear Hawks’ words.

So, he pressed his lips to your ear. “Knees on the floor.” You looked at him, nodding and following instructions. Finding your knees against the soft pink carpet you bought. You didn’t really like having wooden flooring so you bought something cute for it.

Hawks grabbed your cheeks, making you look directly at him. Not the cock in his left hand. “You're going to do what I told you before.” He smirked, “Open your mouth.” You shakily exhaled, thickly swallowing. Opening your mouth slowly, Hawks smiled at you. “Stick out your tongue.” He cooed. You felt your pussy twitch, butterflies in your stomach swarming into your mind. You stuck out your pink tongue, closing your eyes. Hawks just adored your obedience.

God, you were such a slut.

He pressed the swollen tip of his head against your tongue, lightly tapping it. You fluttered your eyes open, keeping them half lidded. Leaning your head forward to completely capture the head of his cock in your mouth.

Now, a part of you thought this was gross.

So disgustingly nasty. The way he laced his fingers into your head, your tiny mouth unable to take much of his big cock. However, you couldn’t deny the way your pussy clenched around nothing. Wanting to grip onto something to ease the growing heat inside you.

You felt Hawks ease your forward, forcing you farther down his cock. He grunted, flinching for a moment before cooing at you again, “Good, you’re doing so good Lovely.” Yet, he couldn’t stop the next phrase that left his mouth.

“Such a slut for my fat cock.”

Your eyes widened, your throat constricting as you tried swallowing the lump -or cock- in your throat. Your legs mushing together as your bare cunt slicked up your thighs.

Did you like that?

You didn’t know? Was that something girls were called during- during this? Was it supposed to feel that good?

You closed your eyes, pushing forward. Your tongue tracing the underside of his cock while you deepthroated him. Nose pressed to his abdomen as he grunted. Breath caught in his throat as he bit his lip. Eyes closing and rolling back.

Your small inexperienced throat was heaven. You were trying so hard, it truly was something adorable and sinful to see. The cute way you looked up to him, backing up and licking down his cock. Lashes fluttering as you took him whole again.

He loved seeing the way your back arched, eyes growing with tears with your cloudy and dreamy eyes. He wanted to grab your throat, feel himself inside you. Deep inside, reaching a place no other man can. No other man had. See the budge every time he forced you to deep throat him.

The cute way your hips squirmed. Eager to grind your bare pussy against something. How you enjoyed every single second of his cock inside your throat.

Little whore.

You tried breathing through your nose, finding it hard to do the act. Hawks just smiled at you, his breath heavy and shaky. The hand in your hair slightly tightening as he helped you a bit more. Moving you up and down his cock as a pace he preferred more. As much as he wanted to cum, he knew you suck on his cock wasn’t going to do it. Not yet at least. You needed a bit more experience, but don’t worry.

He’ll be the one to teach you everything.

Even so, he loved the way you looked choking on his cock. He shuttered, your tongue following a particular vein underneath the head of his cock. A groan leaving his mouth. As his hand slithered down to the back of your head, allowing you the pace you liked. Which happened to be constantly deepthroating him. (That’s what he liked about virgins, they were always very eager.) Seeing the way your neck bulged every time you went down. Constricting your throat around him every time you swallowed.

Little did he know, you were secretly wishing for those rude words again.

Slut.

Whore.

Playing on repeat in your head. Your pussy gushed every time he said that, even more than when he praised you. Is that what big girls were called? Is that why it felt so good?

Maybe it was the drugs thinkin’, you didn’t care. Just liked the feeling. Being desperate and oblivious.

He chuckled darkly, moaning as he slowly pulled you off. Watching the string of saliva that connected you to his cock break. Your lips shiny with the residue. The only reason he didn’t fuck you already was because he knew it would hurt. It never hurt anyone to lube up, saliva being the next best thing. Which would be good once he did fuck you.

Hawks grabbed the bottom of your chin, lifting your head up to look at him. “Let’s do something new.” He softly said, bring you onto the bed.

Hawks tilted his head, “You know my name Y/n, don’t you?” You nodded, moving your leg over his. Sitting on his thighs, trying not to glance at what you so desperately wanted to look at. Something you shouldn’t want to look at. “Okay, good.” He said, “Because, that’s all I want to hear ya’ say when I fuck you like a whore.”

That burning sensation returned. Pussy twitching with desire.

“Okay?” He cooed, eyes trained on you and only you. You nodded, biting your bottom lip. Hawks picked up not too long ago how you liked to be called crude things. He wondered what your parents would think. Here was their little girl, sucking the cock of a drug dealer who was nothing but full of himself. Obsessed with himself. Their innocent, sweet, baby girl’s pussy slobbering onto his cock. Beggin’ to be filled with his cock.

Don’t worry, he’d be nice.

At first.

Then, another part of him wondered. What would Rumi think?

He stopped thinking about that.

Hawks grabbed your hips, lifting you up and right to the head of his swollen cock. “Okay, it may hurt for a bit.” He cooed. Kissing your nose. “But, you’ll feel real’ good after a while.” You nodded, looking down and watching his hand move up and down his cock. Cheeks tinted pink. You looked away, feeling like you shouldn’t look, shouldn’t be doing this. That doing anything like this was wrong.

Hawks knew what you were feeling.

You were supposed to be doing this with someone you love, someone you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. A good person who would treat you in all the best ways. Someone you planned your life with. Your future with.

Not him.

Hawks knew he liked you, a little obsessed with you even. Yet knew, he wouldn’t be here for too long. Maybe 2 years at most. Til’ you graduate at least. He’d treat you wonderfully, but he knew the truth.

He grabbed your hips, stabilizing you. “Ready?” You opened your mouth, looking down. Trying to follow what he was doing. Which was sort of hard, considering how hot and heavy you felt. You spread your legs, supporting yourself. As Hawks slowly lowered you on his cock.

You felt his swollen head hit your slit, making you shudder. You whimpered, tears pearling your eyes as you looked down. Feeling Hawks enter you. You gripped his shoulders, the burn of being opened by this thick and long cock making you whimper. His golden eyes bounced to your face and hips. Your skirt hid yourself from what Hawks really wanted to see.

He liked the stocking on you, they were sexy. Just, he wished everything else was off. Wished he was a little more patient with your clothing. Rather than just tearing your panties away and eating you out. He decided, once you were fully situated on his cock he would take them off. Torture you while he was at it. Just make it a little more enjoyable for himself.

You shook your head, feeling the stretch becoming too much. “Hawks,” you pleaded, “It’s too much, can’t-“

He clicked his tongue at you, “Yes, you can.” He asserted. “You’re going to take my cock like a good slut.” He said, staring daggers at you. “Okay, Beautiful?” You took a moment to respond, pouting as you finally nodded. Jolting as you fell deeper into his cock. Keigo did feel bad. Watching the way your eyebrows met together in discomfort. Your sweet and sore voice ringing out a- ‘all of it?’

He knew you were asking if all of him was inside you but he just clicked his tongue, shaking his head. You weren’t even halfway there. Poor thing.

“Count with me.” He softly said, lowering you down.

“One.” He waited for you to speak.

Quivering lips you spoke. “One.”

“Two.” Your voice quickly followed. Each inch disappears inside you beneath your skirt.

After a few more numbers -6 to be exact- he smiled, pressing your ass on him. “See, done.” He said. “No more.”

You gasped, feeling like you couldn’t breathe. Keigo filling you to the brim. Every vein and twitch he had, you could feel inside you. In a way you never knew existed. Keigo bit his lip, resting his hand on your thighs. Lifting his hips up then down, watching your expression diligently. Trying to see what you liked. You slowly breathed, trying to get used to the stretch that was currently happening inside you.

His cock hitting a particular place that made you buckle your hips forward. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you did so. “Fuck!” You moaned, toes curling as you slowly grind your hips forward. Enjoy the sensation. It was starting to feel good, too good. Keigo’s eyes fluttered, feeling you constrict around him.

Your pussy was so tight and warm. Practically inviting him in. Desperate for his fat cock. Calloused hands gripping onto you and bucking into your pussy. Only every few seconds. He was letting you do most of the work. His groan vibrated in his chest, head tilted to the side with a cocky smile.

“Like that?” He said, “Like being filled with my cock?” You nodded, lifting your hips only slightly and dropping them again. The tip of his cock kissing your cervix in the most delicious way. Desperate to gain that feeling again, you did it again.

And again.

And again.

Until, Keigo stopped you. His hand gripping your waist and keeping still on his cock. Not allowing you to move. You whined, wanting to continue but he just slapped your thigh. Effectively shutting you the fuck up.

One hand trailed up your back, grabbing the ribbon to your shirt. Pulling on it, and trying to smooth it off you. You just grinded your hips, humming as his hands slowly moved the shirt off your body. Revealing the pink push-up bra you were wearing.

It had a white lace wire, some spots of flowers. Keigo noticed how your panties, -which was long gone- also matched the bra you were wearing. A part of him wondered if you knew he was going to fuck you.

Keigo’s hands moved to your skirt, looking for the zipper and unzipping it. Making it completely loosen around your waist. Showing off the small curve to your figure. He pulled it up, throwing it over your frame. His eyes instantly went to the sight in-front of him.

Your small pussy taking his cock. It almost made him roll his eyes back. You were twitching, wanting him to do the same motion from before. Sliding in then out, sending small doses of euphoria through your body. You were silently begging him to continue. You had a feeling that he wasn’t going to do that until you were fully nude.

You reached your hands to your back, reaching for the bra clip that kept your breast together. You struggled for a moment, something that Keigo truly enjoyed to see before you found the clip. Quickly pushing it together and unhooking it, instantly a slight relief flooded you. Almost pleasurable.

Keigo moved forward, moving his hands along your bra strap. Slowly pulling it off your shoulders and then your body, not before he pressed himself to you. Kissing your neck and covering your exposed breast. He chuckled against your skin, his eyes catching the small of your hands trying to pry off the black stockings you were wearing. His hand tangled in your hair, and tugged it back. Biting your neck, “That stays on.”

You gasped, nodding your head. Feeling his tongue hit your collar bone and slowly slide up your neck. You shivered, head tilted back as he lowered his face to your chest. Taking one of the buds in his mouth and sucking. Moving his hips up and pressing into you. Relishing the way you groaned and tried to grab onto something.

You felt good. Really good. It was something you couldn’t describe. It made your voice ring out, ears mute to any noise that wasn’t your moans or Keigo’s words. Maybe the music playing in the back, but only very faintly.

You lifted yourself, then slid forward. Taking him all in you. Your eyes rolled back, your cunt clenching around him. Your throat tightening as you choked on your moans. Unsure how to handle yourself in this situation.

“Hah~” your moans were getting louder. Keigo’s hands on your waist, firmly grasping you and helping lift yourself. Soft groans leaving his clenched teeth as he felt his cock get sucked in by you. Just as eager as to were to kiss. He bit your neck, his sharp canines making you yelp. He was just trying to stifle his pleasure.

Your pupils were dilated, his fingers going to your clit. Rubbing soft and firm circles. Your head almost exploded as you arched your back. Head tilted back as you tried to breath. Being stretched out for all you're worth, filled to the brim of his cock.

“Kei!” You pleaded, unable to form a sentence. A wire of pleasure twisting inside yourself. On the brink of snapping. “I’m- god! I’m-“

Keigo grinned at you. “Gonna’ cum?” He mocked, “Huh, slut?” You nodded, feeling the strings pulling apart. A sting of moans getting higher and higher. God you were- you were!-

“Y/n?”

Keigo’s hand pressed onto your mouth, it was so quick you could register it. Just noticed he stopped moving. That coil of string losing its momentum. That sensation just fading, slightly. One more pump, one more rub on your clit. That’s all you desperately needed.

You didn’t even know how Keigo heard her voice, you didn’t. You were just frozen, Keigo’s hand pressed over your mouth and other hand holding your hip still. You couldn’t move. Literally couldn’t move.

It was funny, every girl you met always had a story to tell- explaining how they realized how weak they were compared to the other sex.

This was yours.

You were just frozen in place. Back arched and head tilted back, looking at the door behind you. Blinking in confusion. When, you noticed. The door knob was shaking. Someone was twisting the door knob.

Was someone trying to get in?!

You pulled your head forward, your glossy and red eyes wide and panicked. Scared someone was going to see you getting split by Keigo’s cock.

You’d look like such a whore.

The hand over your mouth slowly pulled off your lips. Keigo raised it to his, pressing it to his lips. Telling you to be quiet.

The voice rang out again, “I wanna show Victoria the bunny I bought you! Open the door, Honey.” Rumi was a smart bunny, -something she liked to refer to- she came into the house looking for Keigo. She assumed you most likely went back into your room.

So when she couldn’t find Hawks, or you. She got a little worried. (God, that made her laugh.)

No, she wasn’t worried. She was pissed. She hoped that her Big Brother wasn’t fucking her best friend. She would kill him if he was.

And by his car parked in the front of the house, the two of you missing. She was about to fucking kill him.

You were hers! Something kind and sweet, an energy source for her. Something Keigo couldn’t have. That’s why she tried so hard to keep you two apart. Keep you apart from her friends. You were just too sweet for that.

So, she got an excuse to bring Victoria up to your room. The girl was equally as curious as to where her beloved Hawks went. Now, you just needed to open the damn door for her.

“Y/n?”

You didn’t say anything. Keigo glancing at the door and then at you. Hearing Rumi’s pleas and knocks. He didn’t care. Not one bit. He liked you, and wanted you. Rumi wasn’t going to change that.

No matter how much she liked you.

That fact only made this so much better. The fact that he can’t have this, shouldn’t want his. It just made it so much better. So much more… satisfying.

“Y/n, I know you’re in there.” She said, pressing on the door. You shivered, body twitching. His cock rocking inside you. Your eyes crossed. You were so, so fucking close.

Keigo was in a small debate, he wanted to continue. Keep you high on pleasure, but didn’t want to deal with Rumi just yet. His sister was a pain in the ass when pissed. He didn’t know why she officially introduced him to you. Maybe a weird attempt to keep you and Hawks just friends. Which backfired horribly.

Another part of him was seeking for that. Wanted to see her reaction to seeing you bouncing on his cock. What she’d do. Maybe yell at her- ‘She’s busy sucking my cock.’

Damn, now he wished he took a video of that. Show Rumi and his friends how much of a slut you were. Show how defile Rumi’s little crush could be.

He’ll try to be more aware next time.

But, he wasn’t going to do that. (For now.) He didn’t want to see you cry when you heard what he did. You were too sweet for that. He wanted to treat you perfectly. Well, as perfectly as a drug dealer could.

Keigo pressed his lips to your ear. “Talk to her, don’t want her gettin’ too worried.” He licked your ear. You shivered, fluttering your eyes and nodding.

“Uhm,” your voice was shaky. “I’m about to go to bed, Bunny.” You said, voice slightly quivering. Moving your hips back and forth, trying not to moan.

“C’on,” there was desperation in her voice, Hawks picked it up, you didn’t. “Bunny, I-“ Keigo grabbed your face, kissing you. You moaned, leaning in close and closed your eyes. A satisfied sigh leaving your occupied mouth. Keigo didn’t want you looking, let alone thinking about anything else that was him. So, good luck with trying to respond to Rumi. Especially with the evil idea brewing in his head. He lowered his mouth to your neck, allowing you to respond.

“Y/n, I need you to open this door.”

You didn’t know what to say, you were stuck. “Rumi, I’m tired.” Your voice was strained, so that could be believable. The best thing to do was just claim, “And I have a guest over! So, once he leaves I’ll- Ah!” You clasped your hand over your mouth, hiccupping as Keigo’s hips started moving against yours. His hands on your hips, making you jump up and down on his cock.

He smiled at you, “Go on.”

“Y/n!? You okay?”

“Yeah! Just, please -please, god- let me handle..” You stifled a moan, gripping onto his shoulders. Oh my god, you were going to cum. “My guest Bunny.” You gripped onto his shoulders, moving your hips up and down with him. His cock sliding in-between your gummy walls.

Rumi was silent, before shakily sighing. You glanced at the door, some guilt building within you for lying. “Bunny,” You said, biting your bottom lip, looking at your ceiling and whispering- ‘oh my god.’

You were so close. “I’m fine… hah!”

It happened so fast, Keigo fucking into you. Hitting that sensitive and spongy spot from before. Your back arching as you just moaned, your body shaking with pleasure. Keigo shut you up with a kiss, making sure to keep hitting that same spot as you finished. Feeling you moan vibrate against his lips.

Rumi just sighed, nodding her head. Not wanting to know what the two of you were doing. She just hoped it was drugs, and only drugs. Even so, she didn’t even want that to happen. She swallowed, “Okay Honey, just be safe.” She looked at Victoria, seeing her on her phone.

“Is he there?”

Rumi smiled at her, nodded her head. “Yup.” Her voice was enthusiastic.

It made Victoria grit her teeth. “So, they’re fucking?” Her voice was laced with venom.

Rumi just smiled, giving her a look before continuing down the stairs. She didn’t care what Victoria thought, she cared about you. Rumi was going to get you.

Soon enough, she’ll be the one making you see stars.

You sighed into Keigo’s chest, melting into him. Your body was exhausted. It’d probably be good to work out more. Hawks looked at you, hand crawling into your hair. Then yanking it back, mouth pressing to your neck. “Lovely, I haven’t finished.” You blinked, some tears pearling at your eyes.

“I’m-“ you thickly swallowed,

“Are you tired?”

You meekly nodded, resting into his chest. Hands going under his shirt and feeling the skin underneath. Sighing as you felt your head throb slightly. He noticed, grabbing your face. “Alright, how about we switch.” His voice was soft, soothing the aching in your head. As much as you wanted to do what he proposed, you just- didn’t know what it was.

You nodded.

He smiled at you, “Atta’ girl.” You felt his hands on your waist, pulling you to the side and resting you on the bed. Shifting so he was on top of you.

Your head rested on your plush pillow, Keigo’s hands were propped at your side. He smiled at you, watching the way you relaxed into the bed. “Better?” You nodded dreamily, peering at him through your lashes. He kissed you quickly.

Keigo smiled at you. To be honest, this was his least favorite position. Missionary. He felt it was too intimate. Too loving and close for his taste. So, he never did it. He always made sure to keep a level of distance and clarity between him and the person he was fucking.

Didn’t want to give false hope.

But, you were different. You were so-

Intoxicating.

The way tears were pearling around your eyes, unsure whether they were full of pleasure or pain. Your small hand gripping onto his broad shoulders, your body so small and tiny compared to his. The inward gasp you took, trying to breath every time his cock so much as entered an inch into you.

Were you flexible?

He laughed.

He was about to find out.

He sat on his knees, grabbing the back of your thighs and pulling them up. Only a small stretch, making you look at him. Eyes wide with confusion and need. He could feel his eyes dilate. Watching the way he pressed your thighs to your chest. Your face was cringing with the big stretch.

He was just cooing at you. Telling how well you were taking his cock. How amazing you feel. How addicted he was going to get to your pussy. Watching the way he pressed his cock inside you, kissing your cervix. His cock shiny with your slick and watching it start pooling down your legs. His cock twitching with every thrust that went inside you. Your body jumping up and down, moans filling your room.

Your stockings were starting to fall down. Your face contorting into one of pure pleasure. Your pussy twitching around him, sucking him in every time he pulled out.

You on the other hand were trying to grab onto something. Just stabilize yourself.

Keigo was following after you. Groans leaving his mouth and eyes rolling to the back of his head. A pleasure shooting through his body every time his swollen tip hit your insides. So warm and hot. Gripping onto him and pulling him in. So slutty. He bit his lip, tilting his head back and swallowing a loud moan. He needed to stabilize himself.

He didn’t want this pleasure to end. Not yet.

“Grab your thigh.” He said through grit teeth, watching the way you druggly nodded. Clearly not understanding what the hell he just said. It was cute, just as it was incredibly annoying. Keigo reached for your hand, unclasping it from the bed. Then pressing it to the back of your thigh, making you grab it. Keeping it in place.

His free hand went to your bed frame. Using it as a assistance to fucking into you. The pace slowed down but the thrust increased in power. Making you roll your eyes back, your teeth biting into your bottom lip. You felt your back arch, toes curling as you shook your head. Frantically moaning.

“I-“ You felt your body twitch, while Keigo could feel you clench around him. It made him groan, moaning about how you felt.

Were you about to cum again?!

Well, that’s certainly an ego boost.

He wasn’t doing too much either. Yet, he found himself wanting too. The way you were babbling, tears falling down your face. Your bottom lip slightly swollen as he moved his hand down, rubbing it onto your sensitive and swollen clit.

It burned, the pleasure was too much. You closed your eyes, feeling your body relax as you finished again. His hand not stopping but slowing down. Watching the way the liquid you released coated his cock. Lubing it up more for his next assault.

He cockily scoffed, laughing at how you shakily breathed. Your thighs shaking as you slowly let go of your thigh. Completely going limp into your soft and comfy bed. The bedsheet stained with sweat.

His smile was mocking, almost loving.

As much as he loved making you finish.

He wanted to cum.

Fuck, he needed to cum. He could see the finish line.

“C’on, I need to cum.” He said, trying to hide the slight annoyance in his voice. You were perfect, too perfect. Keigo always lasted long. Given, this was the first time he felt this close within this short amount of time- but he wasn’t complaining. Just desperate to finish. He was so close, so very close. He could feel the build up in his abdomen. It was making him impatient. Desperate.

Keigo didn’t really like this effect you had on him. Yet, craved it all at the same time.

Yet, by the way your eyes were taking longer blinks, and your body was resting on the bed. He knew you wouldn’t have the energy to help him with that. He sighed, slicking his hair back with his hand. Looking at his cock still stuffed deep within you. He groaned, finding himself smiling. It was annoying, yes. Nonetheless, he didn’t care.

If you were any other bitch, he would. However, not with you. He adored you. He was going to treat you well and perfectly. Just, not right now.

His hands flipped you over, your chest pressing to your bed. Your head resting on your pillow as his hands went to your waist. Pulling your ass up.

Keigo’s hands rubbing over the fat of your ass. Before pulling your chest up, talking into your hair. “Okay, you don’t need to do anything.” He hummed, trying to keep you relaxed. You just softly hummed in repose, eyes still shut as your body yelled at you to sleep. You were exhausted. So tired and your muscles were burning.

Keigo pressed kisses into your shoulders, his golden eyes closing and enjoying the heaviness of your body. The way you were so trusting of him, the way you shouldn’t be. He kissed the back of your neck, letting you down into the pillows again. His knees resting in the plush of your bed. His large hand wrapping around your waist, holding you up as he pushed the tip of his cock into your abused cunt. You groaned, head engulfed into your white pillow.

He smiled, doing the same motion from before. This time, looking to find a spot he’d been abusing not too long ago. Watching the way his cock entered and left you. The way your lips split open, taking his entire length within you. White slick stretching and pulling with every thrust and pull from his body. Tummy bulging with his significant size and strength.

You were just moaning into the pillow, tear catching into the sheet and pooling together. Drool pooling down your mouth and collecting together, leaving a stick and gross mess into your pillow. Probably not as gross as the liquid under you and Keigo. When suddenly, you felt your body go white. TV static covering your vision as Keigo hit a particular spot deep within you.

Keigo knew he hit you g-spot by the way you constricted around him. Your body tensed and moved for a moment, only a moment.

Keigo laughed at you, enjoying the way you were limp. Allowing him to do whatever he wanted with your abused body. Desperate to stop the blinding pleasure you were experiencing. Every thrust hitting the perfect and spongy spot within you. Making you see stars for a moment.

He smiled, hand pressing on the small of your back. Making you deepen your arch, hitting that spot you grew to love. The tip of his cock hitting it perfectly, your cunt twitching around him.

His hand moved to the headboard of your bed. Using it to better fuck you. His thrust increased in power, hitting your cervix perfectly. God, it hurt in the best way possible.

And suddenly, he was about to finish. Dirty words spewing out of his mouth. “Dirty girl.” He said, “Such a dirty fucking slut.” His laugh made you drool into your pillow, “Taking my fat cock like a good bitch.” You sobbed into your pillow, the deep coil tightening and growing in your belly. Same followed with Keigo. “Good girl.”

His hand slithered to your clit again, the burning sensation returning as you just felt your body relax. Yet, it didn’t stop. His thrust continued to hit that spot. Keigo didn't slow down or increase. Just continued that motion and speed as he continued to fuck you. Your pussy squirting onto him, making it easier for him to continue. His pace increased.

“Shit- fuck! I’m going to cum,” his voice was battling with moans. A kiss pressed into your back as his hips stuttered. His tongue licking a strip up your back, biting onto your shoulder. Enjoying the way you cried out. Before quickly speaking, “I’m going to cum, fuck- I’m going to cum in your pussy.” His voice was higher than normal, almost whiney. You just nodded, fucked out.

He pressed his cock into you, letting your pussy swallow his cum. The white thick, warm liquid, spewing into your tight pussy. Yet, his assault continued only for a while. Fucking you while he finished. Finally, he leaned his head back- letting out an exhausted groaning.

Keigo thickly swallowed, taking in a shaky breath as he pulled out. Observing as the white cum drooled out of your abused and sensitive pussy. Laughing as he pulled his hair back, closing his eyes for a moment.

Keigo smiled at you, laying down in your comfy bed.

You moved your head to him, a weak smile making him chuckle.

“Feelin’ good?”

You nodded giggling, “yeah..” Your voice was soft as you pressed a soft kiss onto his cheek.

He lovingly smiled at you, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting you on his chest. Your chest slowly rising then falling, relaxing against him. You looked up, looking at him. “Is this going to happen again?”

Keigo didn’t say anything for a moment, just blinked.

“Yeah, I think it will.” His voice was- different. A tone you’ve never heard before. It made you smile, nodding your head into his chest.

Your eyes got heavier, darkness surrounding you. Soon enough, soft sighs were leaving your mouth. Indicating you fell asleep. It took Keigo awhile to notice, but once he did he huffed.

It felt like a hit in the chest. Guilt pulling into his head. Maybe he should’ve held back a little more. Been more aware of how sensitive you were, inexperienced. Been a little more kind and loving. Also, you know- not cum inside of you.

Shit, he should’ve thought about that more.

Keigo wasn’t going to worry about that right now. He just wanted to take a little nap with you in his chest. The events that just occurred repeating in his head.

Besides!

Plan-B will be one of the many things he buys you once you two are together.

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❥ Authors note:

So, this is like the first smut I posted here- I genuinely don’t know if it’s good or not! But, I really hope you enjoy it.

If you have any pointers or little tips to help me, please send them my way!!

Reader part 2, here!

[one-smuts]

I fucking love his characterization here omfg

Title: Shadow and Firelight.

Commissioned by the very loverly @letstalktea.

Pairing: Yandere!Original Form!Sukuna x AFAB!Reader (JJK).

Word Count: 5.1k.

TW: Dub/Con, Public Sex,, Slight Exhibitionism, Considerable Indulgence of the Writer's Blatant Size Kink, Unhealthy Relationships, and Mentions of Death/Violence.

Sukuna’s home was a vile place.

Quite honestly, ‘home’ might’ve done the structure he forced you to dwell within a disservice. It was more of a lair, built of bone and brimstone, filled to bursting with peering eyes and flowing mead and festering curses more than happy to share in the splendors of their master’s neglectful generosity. His throne room was, by far, the worst – used solely as a makeshift banquet hall where Sukuna could waste awake the time he didn't spend burning down villages and slaughtering mortals by the hundreds. Usually, you tried to stay in his chambers, to resign yourself to the boredom of self-inflicted isolation and keep your subjugation as private as it could possibly be, but today, dressed in one of his ragged cloaks, you'd found your way through the maze of hallways and into a hidden alcove of his throne room, where you could gather your courage at a safe distance from the curses swarming around his banquet tables.

Even from your nook, the sounds of gnashing teeth and tearing meat were nearly deafening. Despite the dim light, you could see creatures with backward-bent limbs, wings of leathery flesh, needle-point teeth and bristled tongues and eyes that cracked like shattered mirrors, but you did your best not to linger on your own mounting dread, to remind yourself that these were the same monstrosities you would’ve cut down without a second thought before Sukuna took an interest in you, decided you’d be of more use as a plaything than a sorcerer. The same monstrosities you would still cut down, should the need to defend yourself arise.

Swallowing down your better intuition, you left your alcove and approached his throne. It followed in the same sensibilities as the rest of his den – cut from pitch-black obsidian, decorated with plush satin and yellowed skulls, further elevated by a raised dais and the ring of low-burning fire that ran along its outer edge – the only source of light in the entirety of the hall. He was laid back in his throne, as careless as he always seemed to be, legs spread apart and an idle grin painted across his lips. His eyes fell from the revelries of his subjects as you stepped in front of him, but you avoided his gaze, opting to focus on the calcified mask that covered half his face. It would be easier not to lose your confidence if you refused to recognize his.

You lowered yourself into a shallow bow, waiting for him to acknowledge you. Submission in itself was a show of rebellion, with Sukuna. He preferred you lively, resistant, feisty enough to keep him entertained but not so mindlessly violent as to force him to spend every waking moment worried that you may try to tear out his throat with your teeth. To soften yourself was to go against his desires, to purposefully make yourself into something he didn’t want you to be. It was never an act you could keep up for very long, but you’d take what few precious moments you could get.

There was a low hum, a nod of approval. He was in good spirits tonight, and as much as you hated his smile, you were thankful for his levity. Your task would be that much easier if you didn’t have to convince him to lower his guard, first. “My dear,” He started, resting his chin on a balled first. “To what do I owe the honor?”

“Is it wrong of me to want to pay my lord a visit? I get so lonely while you’re gone, you know.” You kept your tone light, cloyingly saccharine. Bringing a hand to the collar of your cloak, you toyed with the well-worn fabric, attempting to return his grin. “It’s difficult not to feel neglected when you deprive me of your company so often.”

He leaned forward, resting his chin on a balled fist. His grin widened, and you attempted to ignore the way your stomach turned at the sight of his pointed teeth. “And what offering do you bring to prove yourself worthy of your lord’s valuable time?”

You loathed the emphasis he put on the hollow title, loathed that you’d been the one to employ it. But, you forced yourself to brighten – squaring your shoulders as you undid the clasp in a single, swift motion. You allowed the cloak to pool around your feet as you put your true attire on full display. He’d presented the clothes to you weeks ago, said that he’d taken it from the home of one of your fellow sorcerers and laughed at your blatant disgust. It was unlikely that he remembered the interaction, but the outfit had remained. That was the only part that mattered, to you.

Somehow, your heart had not grown softer to the array with time. If anything, the translucent lace banded around your chest only made you feel more vulnerable, and the slitted skirt of silk and glass beads that fell from well above your waist and past your ankles was still more impractical than anything you would ever willingly adorn. Delicate golden chains spun from your ankles to your thighs, from your wrists to your biceps, the color meant to compliment the scarlet material but only making the outfit more gaudy, more garish. Your skin itched where it was exposed to the humid air, and you had to fight the urge to purse your lips and retreat back to your chambers as Sukuna raked over you, evaluating the sight before him as he would a platter of roasted meat or a freshly mangled corpse. Instead, you spun on your heels, pretending to drink in his undisguised lust. It was the least you deserved, really, for putting on an act like this for such an undeserving audience. “Unfortunately, as you can see, the only offering I’ve brought is myself. Do you think such a meager sacrifice will suffice?”

This time, you earned a low, rumbling laugh. Sukuna didn’t stand, but he leaned forward, easily reaching over his wall of fire and towards you. With only a second of hesitation, you accepted his hand, but didn’t allow him to drag you onto his dais. Rather, you used your free hand to gesture to the deep shadows dancing at your feet – quirking two fingers upward and watching as an arching staircase formed from the darkness - flat, at first, but taking on more definition as it rose. The structure was simple, translucent, still dripping with inky blackness, but it held its shape as you scaled it, only sinking back into its source once you’d stepped onto the polished marble of his stage. It felt frivolous to use your abilities for something so unnecessary, but nothing was ever truly necessary, anymore, not when your captor happened to be the man he was. From his perspective, the only things in the world worth pursuing were amusement and pleasure and hedonism, and most things you did were amusing to Sukuna.

You moved to circle him, to clamber onto the arm of his throne or look for some other secondary point of access, but Sukuna’s hand fell to your waist before you could, another joining it on the opposing side. Despite your scrambled protests, you were hauled upward and into his lap, forced to straddle him and string your arms around his neck, to press your chest into his and restrain yourself to a delicate smile while his touch fell lower – to your hips, then your ass, kneading his fingers into the soft flesh. You could already feel his cock pressing into the inside of your thigh, his breath fanning over your shoulder. You hated being so close to him, but Sukuna had a tendency not to let go of something after it'd fallen into his grasp, and you doubted he would be so kind as to make an exception for you.

“I do adore your ability.” A loose smirk, a quick kiss pressed into the side of your neck. “Have I ever mentioned that?”

You tried to lean back, to push yourself away from him, but Sukuna didn’t allow it. His hold only dropped to your thighs, pinning you down as another pair of hands wrapped around your midriff, his fingertips nearly making contact over the curve of your spine. His mouth quickly latched onto your collarbone, monstrous teeth nipping and sucking until a pulsing bruise had been bullied into your skin. He continued to drift lower, after that, trailing rough kisses down your chest until his lips brushed against lace and he took to biting, sharp growls slipping past his lips as his teeth ripped into the delicate material, instantly reducing it to a collection of near-decimated scraps. You went rigid in his arms, digging your nails into his shoulders, but Sukuna paid you little more than a glance. That was to be expected. Sukuna was not a creature who could be easily torn away from his desires.

“I don’t mean to question you,” Still, you persisted. If only so you’d be able to tell yourself you’d tried, later on. “But, are you certain you’d like to do this here, my lord?”

If nothing else, that caught his attention. He raised his head and pressed a kiss into the corner of your lips, his eyes now glazed with something more than his usual bloodlust. “Afraid to put on a show, little one?” You despised the petname, loathed the way it rolled off of his tongue. You hated that you knew what he wanted when he used it. “Or, do you just not want to share such a lovely sight with anyone but your precious lord?”

For a moment, you hesitated. If you asked, he would’ve abided you, laughed and pulled you into his arms and taken you back to the privacy of his chambers, back to his bed. Even if you wouldn’t be able to escape the unpleasantness that intimacy with him accompanied, a mattress would leave fewer bruises than a glorified hunk of rock, and you wouldn’t need to be so close to him, you wouldn’t need to rely on him as you did in your current position. You were tempted to. For the sake of your own comfort, if nothing else.

But, you made the mistake of looking towards Sukuna’s face before you made your choice, towards his contorted grin, the undiluted arrogance gleaming in his many eyes. “Why bother?” you asked, just to watch the way his smirk faltered when you failed to back down. “Unless you’re suddenly afraid that your disciples might steal me away from you, of course.”

His voice dropped lower, falling into something conspiratorial. “I can’t wait to see what you’re up to.”

“Oh, you’ll drop dead long before I make my confession.”

If he was still listening, you couldn’t tell. His attention had already returned to your body – your chest, in specific, the remnants of the lace band torn away and disposed of without a second thought. The skirt was next, not discarded as your top had been but taken up and pulled to the side, allowing Sukuna to take you in with minimal disruptions. The set hadn’t come with panties, and somewhere, in the back of your mind, you were thankful for that. It’d save you the misery of having to let him strip you down any further.

Without warning, he took you by the hips, repositioning you to straddle his midriff rather than his lap, to rely solely on his strength for any support you could hope for. For a brief moment, confusion overshadowed your distaste and you moved to ask what he was doing, but anything you might’ve said was quickly drowned out by a startled shriek as the mouth that stretched across his stomach opened, a tongue as wide as your torso lapping over your slit.

This time, you weren’t able to bury your reaction. You stiffened, clenching your eyes shut and jolting upward, but Sukuna only chuckled, only hushed you, squeezing your sides gently and taking your hands in his when you attempted to push yourself away from him. “Don’t squirm, now,” he murmured, his tone equal parts mocking and nauseatingly sweet. “If you want to get bitten, you’ll have to hold still for me.”

And yet, he made no effort to hold himself back. With one pair of hands keeping your wrists above your head and the other still holding your hips steady, he was free to relax, to lean back, to watch with idle smugness as the tapered tip of his secondary tongue traced patterns into your cunt, into your clit, applying just enough just pressure to keep you stimulated but never growing out of the slow, aimless pace that left you constantly frustrated, constantly waiting for what came next. He seemed curious, if anything, watching you carefully as he ran the flat of his tongue over your pussy in long, drawn-out strokes. You felt curved teeth brush against your thighs, his pointed nails digging softly into your flesh, but somehow, warmth began to flood into your core regardless, forming a knot of loose tension at the pit of your stomach. You tried to close your eyes, to adjust to what you couldn’t avoid, but Sukuna was good at that – ruining even your most feeble attempts at seeking out comfort.

Just as you’d begun to catch your breath, to strangle your hitched moans into airy gasps and soft whimpers, his hold on you tightened and his tongue shifted, drawing a few tight circles into your clit before plunging into your entrance. It was only the tip, but it was still so thick, so wet, and so warm, you couldn’t stop yourself from lurching towards him, from crying out – the strangled noise mercifully muffled by his chest. His disciples were still enjoying their feast, either oblivious of or indifferent to the scene playing out on their master’s throne. You could take this, humiliation at a distance, their gazes obscured and your submission held at arm’s length. You weren’t sure you’d survive if Sukuna decided to truly turn this into a performance.

You opened your mouth, but the air had fled your lungs, any strength you might’ve had abandoning you the moment he began to move. You weren’t inexperienced. You weren’t some shy, blushing beacon of virtue who’d grow flustered at the first hint of carnality, but as his tongue began to push into you, you were rendered awe-struck by the feeling of his tongue curling and twisting inside of you, the way slick and saliva came to coat the inside of your thighs, sensations you couldn't say you'd ever so much as imaged before. For a long moment, it was all you could do to brace yourself against him, to try to remember the difference between what he was doing to you now and hazy memories of blade-like appendages driving themselves into your flesh, but even that attempt at consolation was spoiled by Sukuna’s interference. A single hand shifted downward, the calloused pad of his thumb coming to press into your clit. A cracked whine slipped past your lips, and he straightened, taking both your wrists into one hand and cupping your cheek, forcing you to tilt your head back.

There was another kiss, shallow but lingering. “Such a treasure,” he muttered as he pulled away. You watched as his tongue flicked over his lips, as he continued to draw tight, slow patterns into your clit – his pace never exceeding anything beyond lethargic. “And to think, you used to have such sharp fangs. If only all your pampered little sorcerer brothers and sisters could see what a docile kitten you’ve become, in my care.”

You knew what he was doing. Aside from you and the occasional assassin he deemed strong enough to deserve his personal attention, he had no interest in sorcerers, even if only as simple pawns in your ongoing torment at his hands. He wanted to make you angry, to leave you clawing at his neck and cursing his name, but you managed to bite your tongue, to stifle anything he might’ve gotten out of you into a slight mewl, a buck of your hips into his tongue as he fucked into you. “I-If it would please you,” you managed, when you finally found your voice. “I’d do anything you asked of—”

His tongue curled inside of you, grinding against your inner walls, and you buckled into yourself, relying on Sukuna’s strength to keep you upright. He was still smirking, but the expression seemed thinner, now, and it was difficult to tell if he was simply distracted, or beginning to grow tired of your facade. “You really shouldn’t be so accommodating. If you aren’t careful, I may start to behave as if you actually do love me.”

Truly, there would be no greater Hell.

You weren’t sure what it was. He was too rough, and too clumsy, and everything he did, he did with enough force to maim. It should’ve hurt. The agony should’ve been unbearable, and in a way, it was – tears forming in the corners of your eyes, your body nearly collapsing under the weight of it all. You tried to stave it off, but even that was a futile pursuit, your denial only working to make the wave of bliss that inevitably washed over you all the more overwhelming. You arched your back as you clenched around his tongue, your vision burning white, and for the first time since you’d come to him, Sukuna seemed to take an active interest in your satisfaction, nursing you through your climax with quick, precise thrusts. He kept going long after the pangs of overstimulation began to turn more painful than pleasurable, only shifting, pulling his tongue out of your cunt and lapping over your slit, the tip laving over your clit while the flat, sopping body ground into you, teasing your entrance. It took a minute, generously, before you came undone for the second time, this orgasm taking you in short, sporadic bursts rather than a single wave. It was excruciating. It was euphoric.

It was torture, and it never seemed to end.

When he found the mercy in his heart to stop, his tongue retreating and his second mouth seal back into a thin, barely visible line, you slumped in Sukuna’s hold, any remaining amount of energy you might’ve had drained, dredged up, and drained again. He allowed you to, lowering your arms back to your sides with surprising gentleness, taking your waist in his hands and settling you into his lap. “Such a selfish little thing. Using me for my body then playing exhausted – I don’t know what else I expected from a sorcerer.” You couldn’t stop yourself, this time, baring your teeth and shoving weakly at his chest. He let out a breath of a laugh, his lips ghosting over the top of your head. “You do know that it’s too early to fall asleep, don’t you?”

“Bastard,” you mumbled, when nothing else came to mind. “You don’t get to make demands of me.”

“Where’d that charming tone go? I was starting to warm up to those doe eyes of yours.” He didn’t force you to move your head, but he led your hips back, allowing for a hair’s width of space between your hips and his. With a few decisive movements, the ragged scraps of fabric he wore around his waist were discarded and his cock was freed – already flushed, leaking, and pressed snuggly against his stomach. Your throat went dry as you looked over him, the base alone as thick as your forearm and the length no less daunting. You’d seen him nude, before, bathing in sun-warmed rivers and stripping himself of gore-stained clothing after yet another mass slaughter, but there was a difference between occasionally glancing towards him over the pages of a novel from the other side a room and sitting in his lap, staring up at him, close enough to feel the inhumane heat that radiated off of his body. It was hard not to feel intimidated, even if Sukuna had proven that bodily harm was not the worst thing he could subject you to.

It was hard not to feel like a tender prey animal, sitting in the maw of a predator ready to swallow you up.

Gathering up your courage, you locked your jaw into place, doing what you could not to betray what little pride you had left. “What exactly do you expect me to do with that monstrosity?”

“I didn’t take you for the naive type.” He reclined, gesturing vaguely towards his lap. “Do what you must. I’ve always been partial to your lovely mouth, but—”

You cut him off, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock before you could bring yourself to feel anything but hot, coursing indignation. Your fingertips didn’t touch, but you had no doubt that you were visibly shaking, but Sukuna’s voice melted into a raspy groan, and you chose to take solace in his silence.

“I said,” you started, grinding the heel of your palm into his shaft. “You do not get to make demands of me, beast. I’ll ask when I have a need for your suggestions.”

Predictably, infuriatingly, he posed no argument. Rather, his satisfaction only seemed to grow more tangible, his smirk eating away at your nerves as you began to pump a loose fist over his flushed cock. It was a weak effort, a second hand quickly deemed necessary and your full attention simply dedicated to performing the act with as much dignity as possible, but you narrowed your eyes, attempted to make up for the overwhelming difference between your size and his with a generous amount of concentration and a degree of force that would've easily castrated a mortal man. You swiped your thumb over the leaking head, watching as he closed his eyes, allowing his head to lull back. Utterly relaxed. Utterly unafraid of anything you might've been able to do to him, despite how many of his kin you’d cut down before you’d fallen into his arms.

If it had been possible for you to hate him any more than you already did, then in that moment, you would've been tempted to.

“This is why I’m simply forced to adore you, you know.” He spoke absent-mindedly, his candace thin, but even. “You were the same way when we met – biting at my fingertips even as I pulled your broken body off the battlefield. Anyone else might’ve thanked me for saving their life, but you attempted to slip glass shards into my wine a week later.”

You hated the way he spoke of it, as if he couldn’t be bothered to recall that he was the reason you’d been in such a desperate state. You hated the way it fell from his lips – each word more arrogant and each sentiment more self-serving than the last. You let yourself daydream, briefly, of lingering near his fallen body long enough to find something sharp and carve out his tongue, of wearing it at your waist like a well-loved trinket as you fled from his den. It wasn’t realistic, obviously – you were aware that when he did die by your hand, you’d be far too preoccupied dealing with his disciples to take any trophies from his rotting corpse, but it was a consolation, nonetheless.  

If he was perturbed by your failure to respond, it didn’t stop him from pushing forward. One of his hands wrapped around both of yours – less guiding your touch and more controlling it completely. You tried to pull away, but his hold was stead-fast, maintaining your pace but forcing you that much closer, making it seem that much more intimate. You grimaced openly, but Sukuna only smirked. “Maybe, one day, you’ll be able to show me this kind of gratitude without a knife up your sleeve. Now, there’s an idea.” His grip tightened, his fingertips drumming over the back of your hand. “A little lover to embrace me when I return, always smiling, always eager to please. And, always in an outfit as lovely as this, of—”

It was your turn to catch him off-guard. Hastily, gracelessly, your lips crashed into his, stifling him before he could make you suffer through another moment of his voice. As soon as he’d gone quiet, you tried to pull away, but his hand was already cupping the back of your head, his tongue already sweeping over yours, lodging itself halfway down your throat before you could so much as realize his lips had parted. You felt his grin press into your lips, but reprieve only came when he released you, his hold growing just lax and allowing you to jerk back, to pant, to struggle and fight just to get a breath's worth of air back into your lungs. Even that was short-lived. You could already feel two of his hands drifting back to your waist, another pulling your arms behind your back while the fourth remained at the back of your head, keeping your head tilted back, towards him. You could feel him repositioning you, easing you forward, until you were posed on your knees, the head of his cock pressed against your cunt. You glowered, but Sukuna only cupped your cheek, his lips brushing gently against your forehead.

“You know what I desire, don’t you?”

Perhaps you would take his tongue, when you left. It’d be a due payment, as that seemed to be the instrument at the core of your agony. “Of course I do. At least one of us has to have a functioning brain, beast.”

“I really did prefer ‘my lord’.” The title was purred in a high-pitched, drawled imitation of your voice. “Well? Do you want to take your duties upon yourself, or does someone need a helping hand?”

You bared your teeth, but didn’t attempt to argue. Instead, you straightened your back, rolling your hips and tracing the head of his cock over your slit before starting to sink down onto him. Immediately, the stretch was near-unbearable, his girth alone filling you to the brim and threatening to tear you apart, but you soldiered on, forcing yourself to relax, to get this over and done with as quickly as possible. Even with your efforts, your progress seemed to be too slow to sate Sukuna – the hands on your waist pushing you downward suddenly and—

Oh.

Oh, gods above.

You were going to kill him.

You only realized that you’d closed your eyes when you opened them, again, the darkness of his throne room serving as a stark contrast to the way your vision seemed to burn around the edges. Your shadow cast itself against him, spilling over the arms, mingling with the dark stone. For a moment, it was all you could do to stare up at him, to try and understand the way the firelight danced in his many eyes. For a moment, your body was something separate from your mind. Attached, sure, linked in some mysterious way, but entirely, totally separate.

And then, the wall standing between your consciousness and your anatomy crashed down, and you began to scream.

Or, attempted to scream, at least. The noise got caught in your throat, broken down into something closer to a cracked, stilted whine. You made no attempt to move, to worsen what he'd already damaged, but your cooperation had always been a needless luxury to Sukuna – nice to have, but wholly optional. All he had to do was buck his hips, keeping a loose hold on your waist as he thrust into you from below. He was far from entirely bottomed out – his cock only about half-sheathed inside of you – but you could’ve sworn he was attempting to fuck your cervix rather than your cunt. You had to stop yourself from glancing downward, from letting yourself acknowledge the outline just barely visible against your stomach. It didn’t hurt, but you nearly wished that it would, that the pain would be as insufferable as anything else he did to you. You nearly wished he’d just chosen to bury his teeth into your neck and tear until he tasted blood.

A wish that, despite your immediate regret, was swiftly granted. As he fucked into you, grinding into your pussy in a way that was too restrained and too brutal and too blissful all at once, he let out a throaty groan, bowing his head and letting his mouth come to rest against the side of your neck. His breath fanned over your skin, his tongue tracing over the length of your jugular vein, as if he was trying to taste your pulse through muscle and tissue. He pressed a soft kiss into the corner of your jaw, then the tender junction between your neck and your shoulder before latching onto the curve of your throat, digging his sharpened teeth into your skin and biting down.

The pain was instant, searing. You felt fresh, hot blood flow from the open wound and pool above your collarbones before trickling down to your chest. Involuntarily, you clenched down around him, and he let out a raspy moan, muted further by your skin. You were still too sensitive, too full. It was still too soon, and yet, it was already happening – your nails biting into your own arms and your mouth falling open in a silent moan as you came around his cock. His climax followed shortly after yours, but he made no effort to pull out, to spare you from the feeling of his release filling you to the brim, dripping down the inside of your thighs as you continued to convulse around him. Even as he began to slow, his face remained buried in the crook of your neck, his soft panting stifled by your proximity. Despite your mutual exhaustion, how drained you knew you must’ve been beneath the adrenaline, your attention strayed from him, returning to the darkness that dwelled against his throne.

Swiftly, seamlessly, the bend of an arm emerged from the shadows lingering above his head – your own, of course, because you didn’t have the energy to conjure anything else. The hand was curled around the grip of a flat sword, the blade growing darker, thicker as it rose from the darkness, posing itself to drive into the nape of Sukuna’s neck. You folded two fingers into your palm, and the blade plunged down, down, down until it finally—

Sukuna chuckled, and the ring of flames erupted into a wall of pure, scorching light. For a single brilliant second, that burning whiteness overcast every shadow, every ounce of darkness. By the time it retreated, your blade was gone, and all that was left was Sukuna’s wide, fang-infested grin.

You did not have the mercy of a delayed realization, a moment of foolish hope before oblivion set in. No, your heart shattered instantaneously, and you buckled into yourself, going limp in his oppressive hold. There was no sobbing, no thrashing or kicking, no screams of protest or cries of agony, but Sukuna coddled you, regardless, cupping your cheeks and kissing the top of your head. “Don’t look so disappointed. I let you have your fun, didn’t I?”

He paused, brushing away the single tear that rolled down your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“There’s always next time, little one.”

[one-smuts]

This fic is like chugging Pink Whitney

DOUCHE BAG

Frat boy! Uzui Tengen x Reader

A/n: Hey everyone! Im back from my mental health break (*≧ω≦*) thank you everyone for your support and patience I cant tell you how much it means to me, anyways I hope you guys enjoy!

Synopsis: Uzui Tengen was a man of many things. It would be hard to find anyone on campus who hadn't heard of his name before, whether that be through his many sex-capdes or his infamously wild parties. Some describe him as eccentric, others (mostly girls) describe as irroestiable. You? Well you on the other hand would describe him as nothing else then an utter, complete, douchebag.

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, teasing, dub-con, manipulation, fingering, squirting, use of pet names, belly bulge, cervix fucking, breeding kink, virgin!reader, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex

Word count: 5.6k

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You rolled your eyes as you passed by another poor crying girl near the Alpha beta frat house. This had to be the 4th girl you've seen like that this week, and you didnt have to guess to know the reason behind her tears.

"God I hate him." You seethed, clenching your teeth after the last syllable.

"Who, Tengen?" Responded Mitsuri who was walking hand in hand with her boy friend Obani. They where the picture perfect couple on campus who were also one of your closest friends. Those two and the three that followed next to you: Kyojuro, sanemi and Shinobu.

"Aw come on y/n he's a good guy at heart! He's just a bit... flamboyant!" Kyojuro says followed by a boisterous laugh.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. "Your only saying that cause your his room mate and best friend Kyo, the same goes for all of you, I dont understand how you guys can like him!"

"Well he's not that different from sanemi when it comes to girls and your still best friends with sanemi." Pointed out Shinobu, gesturing to sanemi on her left, electing a reaction.

"OI! THAT IS NOT TRUE, I LEAVE THEM ALL ON A GOOD NOTE UNLIKE MR.FLAMBOYENT!"

"Yeah and its not just how shitty he treats girls" You glance back to the sobbing girl you passed. "Its that whole 'holier than thou' act he has going on, like he's a fucking god that we should worship the group he walks on. Makes me wanna sock him in the face."  You make a fist with your hand and left hook the air.

"Sock who in the face?"

Oh god you knew that stupidly deep voice anywhere. You whipped around to find your self face to face with the very white haired man you were talking about; a shit eating grin spread across his infuriatingly handsome face.

"You couldnt be talking about me, could you?" Tengen voice dripped faux shock and you rolled your eyes.

"Well you know what they say, speak of the devil and he shall appear." You spat

"That must be why you love using that pretty mouth of yours to talk about me so much." Tengen lowered himself to close the provoking height difference between the the two of you, until your noses were inches away from touching. "Cause ya love having me around doncha"

In that moment you have to conjure up every ounce of self restraint to not spit in his face there and then, and luckily your friends get a hint at where this could possibly lead to and intervene before you could do anyway.

"Hey man, what's up?" Kyojuro holds out his hand to dap Uzui in which sanemi and Obani follow up doing the same to greet their fellow frat mate.

"Well, as those three know, I'm holding a party tonight. Mad big, a couple other schools are gonna be coming over. Just wanted to confirm ya'll ladies would be there?"

"Yeah of course, If Obani and my friends are going I'll be there!" Mitsuri chirps, leaning into Obani's shoulder making him blush.

"Sure why not." Answers Shinobu, making you click your tongue on the roof of your mouth.

"You y/n?" Uzui says with a raised eyebrow and you cross your arms.

"And why would you want me to go?"

"Because you're like me sweetheart except wherever you go, guys follow you instead of girls. And the more people the better. Plus all your friends will be there"

You scoff in response, making Uzui chuckle.

"Great, I'll take that as a yes then, ill text you guys the details." He turns around to walk back to the Alpha beta frat house. "See you guys there!"

There was a silence as you all watched Tengen walk away before Mitsuri turns to look at you. “So are you going to go y/n? Come on it will be so much fun!”

“Yeah no way in hell."

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You were a liar.

Though you swore to your self that there was no way in hell you were going to one of Tengen's stupid parties, here you were, dressed up in a white crop top and short pink skirt holding a red solo cup filled with god knows what concoction of alcohol, while ear blasting dub step played through out the house. It was absolutely packed, you dont think you've seen this many people all in one frat house before and you've been to your fair share of parties. You languidly looked around in a futile attempt to find your friends only to be met with the sight of two freshmen aggressively drying humping it on a couch and a group of football players and cheerleaders playing beer pong on the pool table.

"Might I also say you look beautiful tonight."

Oh right, for the past three minutes some dude from another school had been trying to get in your pants to which you had completely forgotten about. Uzui was right about this before, guys usually tend to follow you wherever you go. Except what set you apart from him was that you didn't abuse this, and most certainly not whore around.

You simply press your lips in a thin line, giving the 'white guy' smile, and nod at the creepy guy's compliment. You hadn't even been giving him any verbal answers to his rambling and he still couldn't take the hint.

Another minute passed of his incessant talking when your patience finally snapped and you open your mouth to go off on the guy before you cut off when you feel someone wrap their arm around you; the familiar strong scent of pine cologne and alcohol wafting through your nose.

"Hey you ok babe?"

Oh god

You glance to your side to see Uzui, wearing his signature zipper up purple fraternity sweater over a black t-shirt that outlined his muscles. His white hair was let down but you could faintly see the diamond earnings that dangled from his ears. The hand that rested on your shoulder was adorned in a multitude of different color rings and his fingernails were painted in neon colors.

Flashy as ever.

You clicked your tongue at the sound of the pet name and gritted your teeth, knowing that if you wanted to get out of this you’d have to play along.

“Oh hey, babe.” You punctuated the last word with your lips, making sure to soak it in as much faux affection as you could causing Tengen chuckle. “Yeah we were just finishing up talking. Isn’t that right uh, sorry what was your name again?” Your words dripped sweet innocence like honey, and to seal the deal you made sure to bat your eyelashes a couple times.

“Oh uh,” the guy stuttered, face now flushed red. “It doesn’t matter, I’ll just uh, see you around.”

You watched as he turned around and left, making sure he was out of sight until you rested your features into your signature bitch face and turned the look at the man next to you.

“Thanks for that but you can stop touching me now.” You attempt to wiggle out of his arms hold but it remains heavy on your shoulder.

“And why should I? I like being like this, I especially enjoyed your little show.” A grin spread on Uzuis face showing off his white teeth and the toothpick that dangled from them.

“Ever heard of consent? Also I can feel one of your girls giving me the death stare and I really  don’t feel like being sacrificed for your little cult today.”

“Alright, fair.”

You let out a small sigh of relief when you feel the weight release from your shoulder. God how much could one arm weigh?

You start to walk off when Uzui grabs your wrists and pulls you back.

“Where do you think your going?”

You immediately retract your arm from his hold and shoot a venomous glare.

“Out of here, that’s where. Why? Want me to stay?”

Uzui nods. “Yup.”

“And why should I and don’t give me that same crap before.”

He shrugs, removing the tooth pick between his lips to speak. “Maybe I just like having you around.”

The two of you stare at each other for a couple second before the realization hits you and you break out laughing.

“OH MY GOD, don’t tell me-” you cut your self off with a giggle “your actually trying to get in my pants!”

Uzui grins. “And what’s so funny about that? Maybe I am. And what would be so bad about sleeping with me?”

His response makes your laughter die and every reason why you hate the man in front of you comes barreling in all at once. You take a few steps toward him till the gap was closed and both of your faces are inches apart.

"Why? Because,” you speak lowly, making sure to punctuate every word with venom. “Im not gonna be one of your fuck girls tengen and I’m defiantly not something you can just conquer." You spat.

A hand clad with rings raises to your face but before you could pull away he grabs your chin, running a thumb over the skin while amused eyes stare down back at you.

"See this is what I like about you y/n." Tengens voice is soft, tones of fascination seeping into his words. "No one would say what you just said to me, no one. Only you."

You eventually pull away from his grasp and before you could go off on the man, you hear a familiar voice call your name from behind.

"HEY Y/N, TENGEN!" You turn around to see Mitsuri making her way through the crowd to you. "We've been looking for you guys, come-on we are playing a game upstairs."

Once again your unable to get a word in because you're already being dragged through the crowd, Mitsuri's unusually strong grip wrapped around your hand while tengen followed behind.

~

Once you got to one of the frat house bedrooms up stairs, you were immediately greeted with the sight of your friends and a few people from the neighboring school all sitting in a circle, chatting and drinking.

One of the students from the other school, Kizuki college, whose name you remembered to be Douma, was relentlessly trying to start a conversation with an unassuming Shinobu to no avail. Next to them Kyojuro was busy having an arm wrestle with the guy known as Akaza and Sanemi seemed to be having a good time talking to one of the kids who transferred from your school to Kizuki named Kaigaku.

You spotted an empty seat on the floor between Obani and a guy who seemed uninterested in the activity going on and plopped down next to him. Mitsuri sat next to you in Obani's lap and Tengen situated himself across, his red violet eyes remaining on you.

In an attempt to distract yourself from the piercing gaze set upon you, you turned to the guy next to you who was sipping from a can of beer.

"Hey, your from Kizuki college right? My name is y/n by the way, what's yours?"

It took a second for the guy to realize that you were talking to him, but when he did he quickly turned around and widened his eyes, like he was surprised you were even looking at him.

"Oh uh" his voice was raspy and you got a better look at him now that he was facing you.

Damn, he's cute.

"I'm Gyutaro, I'm a junior at Kizuki, yeah."

You nodded. "You dont seem like this is the place you wanna be in most right now am I right?"

Gyutaro scoffed. "Yeah is it that obvious?"

"No I completely feel you, ive tried to escape like five times and my friends keep dragging me back." You reached for a un opened beer can on the floor and held it up to Gyutaro. "Here's to not wanting to be here but not having a choice I guess."

This elected a quirky smile from the man in front of you and Gyutaro clinked his beer can with yours.

"Yeah, to what ever the fuck you just said."

You both laugh and take a swig of the beer but a booming voice makes you choke on the liquid and throw you into a coughing fit.

"ALRIGHTY THEN, LET'S GET STARTED." Kyojuro stood up and clapped his hands together, drawing everyones attention. "What better way to liven up the party then a game of truth or dare am I right?"

"I can think of a million other things." Whispered Gyutaro into your ear making you stiffle a giggle. You look up to avert your attention back to Kyojuro but you catch the eyes of Tengen as you do so. Big mistake. His gaze was piercing, red-violet eyes burrowed into you accompanied by an unreadable face. Was he... mad at something?

"Now you have the right to decline the dare or truth, but for that you'll have to chug for 7 seconds this bottle of fire ball." Sanemi adds on, holding up a bottle of orange whisky.

A/n: Please dont do this, and if you do, fire ball is an awful choice, choose Pink Whitney instead. If your going to drink irresponsibly at least drink good stuff.

You sigh.

Oh god what have I gotten myself into

"Whose gonna go first?" Mitsuri chirps.

"Me." Douma raises his hand and turns to Shinobu who immediately rolls her eyes. "Truth or dare m'lady."

Shinobu thinks for a bit before responding. "Dare."

"I dare you to go on a date with me after this."

Doumas words elicit a slew of 'oooohs' from everyone and a couple howls of laughter.

Shinobu stares at douma for a few seconds before throwing her hands up in defeat. "For fucks sake, FINE. Only because I have a test tomorrow and I cant have a hang over ."

It goes on like this for a couple minutes, only sanemi and akaza taking swigs of the fire ball, until it's finally Tengens turn.

"Well then," Tengen slightly turns to face you, the amused smile on his face telling you what's about to happens. "Y/n." At the sound of your name you immediately roll your eyes. "Truth or dare."

You think for a second, before concluding that truth would be the safest bet to avoid Tengens antics.

"Truth."

"Are you a virgin?"

You blink a few times, letting the question settle in. How could he know? Only your closest friends, Shinobu and Mitsuri could know and they wouldn't tell anyone. You could lie but then he would ask who you slept with. There was also the option of telling him the truth and giving him the gratification and perhaps a new way to make fun of you. Yeah, no way. It seemed like the only option was to drink the fire ball, but that was basically saying that you were a virgin. But it was your only option without actually admitting it.

You scowl at Tengen and hold out your hand to Sanemi, who handed you the drink. When you put the bottle rim to your lips you were immediately reminded just how much you hated the spicy cinnamon taste to the alcohol but nevertheless proceeded to let the liquid pass your lips.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7!" The room chanted as you took the tinnest gulps possible. When the time was up, you felt your throat burn from the cinnamon whisky and a warmth settle in your stomach.

"Ok, my turn." You seethed, wiping off the remains of liquid from your lips. "Tengen, Truth of dare."

"Hmmm, I'll go with dare."

You smiled sweetly. "Text at least two of the girls you've made cry that your sorry."

Instead of a look of shock and embarrassment, he simply grinned and grabbed the whisky. Once he was done, he licked his lips and set down the bottle. "Looks like its me again, truth or dare y/n"

"Dare."

"I dare you to admit i'm actually great and you love me."

You snatched the bottle and immediately down the liquid, the room this time remaining quiet as you did so. At this point, the burn in your throat was starting to feel good, adding fuel to the fire.

"Truth or dare Tengen"

"Dare"

"Bad choice I would've gone with truth. Write a post that your dick is actually small."

Tengen shrugs and takes a large gulp from the bottle. "Truth or dare."

You dont think about your answer, the buzzing in your head from the alcohol doesn't let you.

"Dare."

"Kiss me."

You dont know what makes you begin to crawl over to Tengen, most likely the substantial amount of alcohol coursing through your veins. Maybe it was also because you weren't going to wimp out of a challenge and for some reason you thought this was the best way to get back at him. But the next thing you know your in his lap, grabbing his stupidly beautiful face in your hands and bringing it to you till your lips matched with each other.

His first taste of you is hungry, lips relentlessly engulfing each other and tongues clashing, fighting for dominance that Tengen eventually wins. Spit smears on either side of your lips from the messiness and a large hand tangles itself in your hair to bring you closer, so he can taste more of you. The kiss broke with a sinful sound, a wet pop from between your lips and Tengens is grinning while your left dazed,  breaths heavy and chests rising and falling after it.

"Well, that was unexpected." Shinobi says.

Her voice snaps you out of your Tengen/alcohol induced daze and you immediately become flushed red. Sure you've had make out sessions before but never front of all of your friends and people you didn't know. But before you can crawl out of his lap, Tengen is picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder with ease like a sack of flour.

"Sorry every one but," Tengen lands his hand on your ass, surprising you with a yelp. "This little lady and I have business to attend to. Enjoy the party."

"Wha- No! What do you think you're doing!" You protest and try to wriggle out of his hold only to be met with a harsh slap on your ass, immediately shutting you up and he carries you out.

"Go get it I guess bestie!" Mitsuri yells to you, making your face go red.

Wait was he.... were you two gonna....?

Your questions are answered when Tengen opens the door to his room, throwing you on the bed and crawling on top of you. Before you can get a word in, he's once again engulfing your lips with his and pulling  you into a feverish kiss in which the two of you couldn't seem to get enough of each other. The moment one pulls away to breath, the other is immediately searching for their lips again; intertwining tongues and teeth clashing together recklessly.

Your hot, everything is hot, your body is burning up by the second and there's a sickly sweet feeling in your stomach that keeps on expanding as time passes.

You whine into his mouth when you feel a hand slip under your pink skirt and lightly trace the outline of your slit with his index finger. Your painfully wet;   your arousal had made a large spot on your underwear translucent.

"Want me to make you feel good baby?" Tengen speaks slowly, breath on your neck and voice in your ear making you shiver. You bite your lip and nod, like any words that came from you would ruin it.

"Good. I'm not gonna lie, I want to see you beg for it but ill be nice since its your first time, and there's always next time."

He's using his thumb to move your frilly white underwear to the side now, moving up and down your pussy to collect your juices and coat his fingers with the sticky lube,

"W-who say t-theres going t-to be a next time?" Your voice comes out more shaky than you expect, making Tengen chuckle.

"Oh trust me darling," He leans in so his mouth is right against your ear, making you pussy squeeze around nothing "There's always going to be a next time."

Its then he suddenly bullies a thick finger in you down to the knuckle, making you moan loudly and clamp down on the sudden intrusion. Your hands immediately fly up to find purchase into his muscular forearms and dig crescent shape nail marks into the skin.

"Shit your fucking tight." Tengen groaned under his breath, knowing full well that the squeeze around his cock would feel euphoric. The first curl of his finger up to hit your gpsot completely knocks the wind out of you. It was a type of pleasure you've never felt before, something that couldnt be achieved with your own fingers or a dildo, the type the only came from another hot blooded human being.

More. I need more.

You begin to grind on his hand to chase after the feeling, further encouraging the relentless prodding of his fingers. Tengen on the other hand was mesmerized, his eyes glued on the way your cunt sucked him in; how his digits glided out of you only to be pulled right back in and massage circles on your gspot. His eyes glimmer when a brilliant idea pops into his head, and he dives down to your heat to latch his lips onto your clit.

You immediately jolt from the sensation of Tengens warm mouth on your pearl, and the added curling and uncurling of his fingers inside of you made your thighs shake.

"Ten! Ahhhh..! I..I can't handle this.." You sobbed while you grabbed his head, unconsciously pushing his mouth deeper to your heat - in which he obediently complied and sucked on the budding clit.

The pleasure was starting to get intense, too intense. There was a pressure in you that exponentially built with every second, a new type of sensation and you didnt know what was at the end of it.

"Ten I dont-" You babble, all words now lost too you since there seemed to be nothing to describe what you where feeling.

"S-stop m'feels weird" Your thighs where starting to shake as tendrils of pleasure shot up your body too your core in thousands of flesh arrows. You try to focus on something other then the coil of heavenly heat pooling in your stomach, something other then the white haired man between your legs but it was impossible.

You dont even realize another finger had slipped into you until he is on the third digit. The incredible sickening burn of the stretch makes your eyes widen and just when your about to say something his fingers sharply curl to your belly button. Seizing up as if you’d been electrocuted, your body went stiff as a board and you went into lock jaw, tongue lolling out onto your cheek. Your entire frame shook with the immense pleasure he was inflicting on your defenseless cunt, weakening you so much that Tengen had to secure a strong hand on your hip to keep you from squirming so much.

“O-o-o-oh g-g-god right t-thereee m’right thereee” Your words come out as slurs and suddenly you cant think anymore. You have never wanted to cum so bad in your life, your desperate for release like a man searching for water in a desert.

“Shit I fucking own you dont I,”  Tengen mumbles. And as if on command, all feelings come to a heighten cresendo; explosions of euphoria clouding your brain causing your toes to curl from pleasure and body to shake like a leaf.

It takes a couple seconds after you calmed down to realize you squirted all over Tengens face and all blood rushes to your face turning you a bright red.

“Oh my god in so sorry I didn’t-”

Your voice dies out as you watch Tengen pull off his black shirt, revealing his extremely built body and toned muscles, to wipe the liquid off his face.

If you weren’t embarrassed before you were practically a tomato now.

“What? Like what you see?” Tengen speaks through a grin. You want so badly to tell him otherwise, to preserve your wavering ego but if you did it would all be lies. Instead you opt to get him even and proceed to take off your pink sweater, unbuckling your bra and letting your plush breasts fall out.

“What like what yo- oh~” you moan out. Tengen doesn’t let you get to the last consonant, his eager, hot mouth enveloping one of your nipples and sucking. His tongue flattens, rolling your peak and swirling around your areola, fast and rough until you’re whining. You don’t even notice that he’s pulling down his pants until he pulls away from your abused skin and your met with the sight of his length.

You unconsciously buck your hips up at the sight of it, practically humping the air, and Tengen has to secure your hips down to the bed to prevent you from hurting you self. You could hear your heart in your ears and adrenaline coursed through your veins at rocket fire speed. The need in between your legs was too much, it was clouding your head and twisting your stomach so tight you almost felt sick. You jolt when his fat tip bumps into your clit; collecting your juices before pressing against your quivering hole.

“Please jus-”

Your cut off by the feeling of his length spreading your so helplessly wide and his tip smushing against something which must be your cervix you think. It’s painful, but in the pain is so much pleasure. You squeeze around him, you body trying to push out the foreign intrusion but at the same time bring him in further, if that was ever possible. Your skin jumped with sentivity, even the air against you made you shiver, and you let out a long whine when a large hand settles over the large bump in your stomach and starts to rub soothing circles.

“Shhhhh, ya too tight baby, gotta relax.”

It was a soothing gesture in spite of everything going around you, one that made your heart swell and eyes water. And he was right, you did need to relax, your chest was rising and falling faster then it should be and you pussy held him in a vice grip that made it impossible for him to move. A couple second flew by as you calmed your self and did your best to relax, and then a couple more. Until one though flooded your brain.

Move.

You needed him to move, you needed the friction against your walls, his tip press against that special spot in you again in again. But why wasn’t he moving?

“Ten?” You whimper, causing him to grin and lower him self down.

“Want me to move dont you?” He slides his thumb along your bottom lip, dipping in your mouth to press on your tongue. “Then be my girl friend.”

Your eyes go wide at the suggestion and he licks his teeth.

“Wha-” You cut your self off with a scream when he teasingly thrusts into you, and god, it feels amazing. Tears dot your water line and trickle pass the side of your eyes.

“You know we’d be so good together, come one just say yes.”

Tengens words drip sweetness like honey, and it’s making your brain turn to mush. You desperately try to move your hips for any kind of friction but he holds you still, preventing you from chasing your pleasure.

“I won’t be with anyone else other then you and I’ll make you feel like this every day sweet heart, and if you don’t love me now I’ll teach you I promise baby.”

The promise of pleasure and affection makes your mind fold and throw all ego aside, and you cave; utterly and completely.

“YES! YES JUST PLEASE FUCK ME TEN PLEASE.” You wail, tears now streaming down your face, bottom lip trembling and eyes filled with complete submission.

“Atta girl.” He says through a smile.

You practically faint when he first thrusts into you with earnest. It euphoric; the curvature of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, scraping against your vaginal walls everytime he backed his hips up. His cock pulsed inside of your silky walls, stretching you to the fullest capacity as he bottomed out again and again. Your body adjusted rather quickly to him, Tengen coaxing you to relax as his tongue flattened against your left nipple, his hand occupying the one left untouched.

His thrusts started out shallow and slow, testing the waters for how much he could get away with. What your limits were, and if you could fully take him for what he wanted. But that quickly changed to harsher thrusts, until he's using you like his personal cock sleeve, shaping your insides and bruising your cervix until your entire body jolts with sensitivity.

Tengens eyes caught how good you take him - the fat of his head have a hard time popping out with how greedy your cunny is being. He groans at how hot you feel inside, god his fist felt nothing like the real thing.

"Huuuh.... s'good..." Your words string out on your lips, boarder line incoherent from how good your being fucked. The sounds that echoed throuhout the room where down right sinful; the quick wet pap, pap, pap, of his hips against yours drowning out both of your moans.

Like there was nothing else to do in the moment, you clamor onto him, wrapping your shaking arms around his back and bringing him close.

"W-wanna be close." You mumble, bring your face to the crook of his neck and breathing his scent in, because it was the type of scent that you could bury your nose into again and again.

He’s been pressing kisses and biting into your shoulder, but you don’t miss the way he groans at your words. He can’t even keep up the same flirty attitude he’s had this entire time as he stutters a “s-sweetheart.”

The heat in your stomach is coming to a crescendo, you cant take it anymore, its overtaking you, driving you over the edge so fast that you can’t put a stop on it, hardly give him a warning. Your pussy tightens so hard around Tengens cock that he almost has to stop his thrusts, and you open your mouth to scream but nothing comes out, creaming with his cock buried into you.

Tengen didn’t stop, kept fucking you through your orgasm and that telling you there was more to come. You whined, keened, twisted on the bed as you received no room to breathe. That was hard - breathing. It felt like your body was a massive furnace that only offered whimpers and moans which took up all your oxygen. It was all too much for your dumb little mind to handle, too overwhelming to bear. It was even tougher to keep them at bay when all of a sudden Tenegn grabs the plump underside of either thigh and lifts them up, pressing them to your chest and effectively folding you in half.

"O-oh god!" You squeal. The new position not only has every part of you exposed to Tengens piercing gaze but also allowed his cock to hit even deeper inside of you.

"Come on baby, I know you can come again for me, right? Come on." He encourages, voice low. The sheer collision of his dick hitting your cervix is enough to make your brain go numb from the pleasure, and as if he words where magic, you feel your self falling toward the edge faster then you can put a stop to it. Your cunt flutters and you feel your self being sent to a euphoric grave, and god does it feel good, its like your brain in floating in pure ecstasy; every nerve in your body exploding and imploding all at once with pleasure.

"Gonna cum in you baby, oh god-" Tengens thrusts became sloppy, his hips stuttering before he stilled his hips flush against you. "Sh-Shit, shit, fuuuuck~" He chuckles into your ear, choking over his words as his hips sputter inside of you, hot cum fills you as much as you can hold inside of your stuffed cunny.

"Wa-wait! N-not ins-si-" You squeal but cut your self off when you feel something deliciously warm enter your battered pussy. You babbled and squirmed as it built and built and built, like there was a dam of his seed spurting into you. You unintentionally, probably instinctually, squeezed around him, drawing more out and he whined and murmured his praise. "Good girl, get as much as you can." He petted circles over your stomach, over the bulge of where his cock and cum lay. "Such a pretty tummy...." You threw your face into your arms and shook.

The two of you stayed like that for a while--Tengen keeping you plugged with his cock while you both watched your breaths; listening to the party die down on the outside and occasionally leaning in for a messy kiss.

"So...." You say, deciding to break the silence. "Relationship huh?"

Your awkwardness causes him to chuckle, and he moves to push a stray piece of hair behind your ear; causing you to lean into his touch.

"Thats right baby."

"God im never gonna hear the end of it from mitsuri."

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Canine /// Sesshomaru x f!Reader (18+)

Summary: Upon learning of his father’s affair, Sesshomaru lays waste to a human bordello as revenge…that is, until he discovers a better outlet for his frustrations.

Request: hi!!!!! i just finished your koga fic and i adored it omfggg 🤤🤤🤤 i was just wondering if i could request any 18+ content for sesshomaru with a fem!human reader? if not though no worries at all 💕💕

A/N: This request is almost 2 years old but I hope you’re still around <3 Takes place right after Sesshomaru finds out that the Inu no Taisho left his mother for a human woman, which Sesshomaru is not happy about lmao

imo this is the only good filth I’ve written in a while, hope you guys like it!! If you don’t I will cry lol

Tags/Warnings: dubcon/noncon, predator/prey dynamic, borderline yandere, geisha (sex worker) reader, degradation (anti-human), threats!!, fearplay!!, marking (bites, scratches, bruises) ft. a little bit of blood, dog demon/animalistic/feral stuff, possessiveness, breeding kink (mentioned but no follow-through), implied violence (not toward reader), historical inaccuracies, “girl”, in my brain all of the demons are at least 6’3 so jot that down

Quiet.

There’s a smell like burning, but only half of it is smoke. You can imagine it when you close your eyes. Candles, incense, hearth fire consuming everything it touches. But the other half—the other half is sharp and bitter and acidic. It stings down your throat when you inhale.

Quiet.

You can’t move. The dressing assistant added pins to your complex updo: long golden ornaments hung with strings of shining bells. It was beautiful. You’ve always admired the older girls who wear these, the way the angelic ringing announces their footsteps when they walk. It’s an honor to be wearing the same bells. But now you can’t move.

Quiet.

You hold your breath until you can’t anymore, and then let it out slowly. Shallowly. So carefully that it barely stirs the air. You can’t even hear yourself breathing, but maybe…maybe he can hear it anyway.

Or maybe it doesn’t matter.

Maybe he can smell you.

There are footsteps outside the thin paper wall that separates the room you’re hiding in from the hallway. They’re slow, light, measured. He’s not running—it’s the rest of you who are desperate, scattering like roaches in daylight to avoid him. And you’re the same, cowering in the corner of this empty room, drowning in the heavy silk of your kimono. Trying to convince yourself that the sour acid smell is so strong that you can’t make out the blood.

The footsteps halt just a few feet from where you’re hiding and your heart seizes when you hear them stop, wait. Listening. Listening for you. You wonder if he can hear your heart beating as loud as you can. Why did he stop?

He can hear you, you know he can hear you.

It’s too late. Your hands are shaking as you do it but you force yourself to sink into a bow, kneeling, facing the floor, even as you hear the scrape of wood sliding against wood. The door of the room opening. You’re not really sure why bowing feels right, but it does—half because some animal sense is telling you that this is no ordinary demon, and half because you’re too afraid to face your death directly, if that’s what he is. Your forehead almost meets the tatami mats and the bells in your hair chime lightly and his footsteps pad across the floor to stop in front of you. The burning smell thickens.

“Look at me, human.”

You don’t want to—you don’t want to look, but his voice is a command and there is no will in your body strong enough to deny it. You lift your head from the floor, still kneeling, and force yourself to meet his eyes.

A demon…?

You’re not sure. In the stories, demons are ugly. You’ve only ever seen them in scroll paintings: horrible slavering monsters, grotesque distortions of mundane beasts. Repulsive things. Less than human. But the demon in front of you (if he is a demon) is something else. He’s not human—you’d know that by the color of his eyes, if nothing else—but he’s beautiful. Colder and more beautiful than pure winter snow. As soon as your eyes meet his, you’re held captive; you couldn’t look away if you tried…

But that doesn’t mean you can’t smell the dark splatters of blood slashed in arcs over his clothing. Or the hissing miasma of poison issuing off his clawed nails.

“Girl…will you not attempt to run? Or do you believe I will grant you mercy if you beg for it?” His inhuman gaze travels down your body and you press your palms into the floor to make your shaking less obvious. “Are you not afraid? Answer me.”

“Yes,” you whisper. You’re terrified, paralyzed by fear and the overwhelming knowledge that you have never in your short life been closer to death than you are now. Even if you thought you could escape by running, you don’t think you could compel your muscles to move.

His eyes narrow. “You knelt before I entered the room.”

“I…yes…it was…” Your breath is coming quickly now, as if your lungs can’t get enough oxygen. Why is he talking to you? Isn’t he going to kill you? Will he tear you apart with his claws, or will he simply snap your neck?

“Speak clearly.”

You try, but your throat is seizing up with terror and your mind is going blank. The poison will probably hurt more…you picture him reaching toward you and digging the claws into your skin, letting the acid eat through your flesh… “I knelt…out of—out of respect…”

“Hm?” A flicker of an expression passes his face, but you can’t name it. “So here is a human who knows her place, at the feet of her superior. Your kind is usually so arrogant.”

If you were in your right mind you’d take offense at this demon having the nerve to call you arrogant, but you’re not foolish enough to anger a creature whose bare hands could tear you to pieces without a single thought. “Sir—sir, please—“

“Not ‘sir’. Lord. You speak to the inu daiyokai Sesshomaru, son of the Inu no Taisho, Lord of the Western Lands.”

Lord of the Western Lands? You’ve never heard of any such title, but you know not to question him. “My lord—” you gasp, and you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment because the heat behind your eyelids cannot be allowed to break. “My lord, please, is there anything I can do to serve you?”

“How could you serve me? What use could you possibly have?” Sesshomaru’s face remains impassive, but out of the corner of your eye you can tell that his hands are no longer glowing green with poison.

You don’t know what ridiculous idea you’ve latched onto in your desperation, but he doesn’t seem to be killing you yet, so you have no choice but to keep at it. “Th-this place is a teahouse! It would be an—an honor to entertain such an esteemed guest.”

“A teahouse,” he repeats.

You swallow and attempt to suppress the sense that you’re digging your own grave every time you speak. “Yes, my lord… I-I could perform a tea ceremony? Or if you would prefer to drink, I could pour for you. Or I could—I could play—“

You’re cut off by the sudden movement of Sesshomaru in front of you as he crouches to your level—you’d pull back, but as soon as the thought crosses your mind you feel his hand wrapping around your chin, tilting your face up. “The tea ceremony and shamisen…surely these are not your only talents, girl.”

Don’t move. Keep still. The sides of Sesshomaru’s long nails press lightly on the tender skin under your chin. You stare straight forward and don’t speak.

“I do not think I am mistaken.” His other hand comes up and you close your eyes, only to feel the pad pressing into your lower lip and then tracing the red makeup on your eyelids. “This is a whorehouse.” Sesshomaru’s voice is low, pensive, as if he’s talking to himself. His hand ghosts over your head and before you can register that he’s touched you, the pins and combs from your updo are ringing down against the floor and your hair is springing loose.

“…It is, my lord,” you answer after a beat, as it occurs to you for the first time that there may be something this demon is more interested in taking than your life.

“Stand,” Sesshomaru says, and when you’re too stunned to obey immediately, he grips you by the collar of your kimono and pulls you upright. Your knees almost buckle and he folds his arm behind your back, propping you up against him. “Calm yourself.”

The spikes on his breastplate push into your chest. You try to feel out for something reassuring—a crease in his brow, a flush in his cheeks, body heat, something human—but there is no trace of a flaw in his perfect composure. His hands are cool where they touch your skin. You have to…he wants…

But does he even want you? You tip your head up from his shoulder to face him and his lip curls like he’s about to snarl. There’s no heat in his gaze. His eyes are so cold that you feel gooseflesh stand up on your arms, as if a spirit is dragging its icy fingers down your spine. There’s no way he’s attracted to you—how could he be, when the expression on his face is nothing less than consummate disgust?

Sesshomaru does not want you. You’ve misinterpreted something. Because every sense in your body is telling you that when you look at him, you are looking into the face of someone who hates you. You are going to die, like the customers in the rooms next door, like the other girls who had the misfortune of coming across him before you did and trying to run. You are going to be killed.

You try to flinch back, put some space between the two of you, but his arm is rigid behind you and you aren’t given an inch. He eyes narrow a fraction and his grip tightens, thumb pressing into your spine through the many layers of your kimono. “Such a cowardly species. Even a geisha is so skittish.”

And then he grips your jaw and presses his mouth into yours.

Your pulse stutters and trips. The kiss is light, but Sesshomaru’s hold on your body isn’t. He pulls away and you suck in a dazed breath. “L-Lord Sesshomaru…”

“Undress me,” he orders.

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Warm, Sesshomaru thinks. You’re warm.

Your heat pushes into him through your hands ghosting over his body as you fumble with the straps of his armor and then unfold the robe from your own narrow shoulders. When he had you pinned against his chest, he’d felt the warmth of your body even through every layer of fabric and metal that separated you from him. And when he kissed you, he’d felt that same sultry wet spread inside your mouth.

Perhaps this is why his father has come to prefer mortal women.

He stops you before you take off the last layer of his kimono. When you finally slip the last piece of clothing from your shoulders, Sesshomaru wastes no time in pulling your naked body into his, holding you by your shoulders when you try to stumble back from him. Your skin is fever-warm to his touch—you’re so pliant, so malleable—but you’re no less terrified than you were when he walked into this room and found you kneeling in front of the bedroll with your forehead pressed to the ground. You’ve been obedient, which is good. Your obedience is the only reason you’re alive. But your fear is wrapping around your body so thick he can smell it, and it’s making his blood rise.

His cock twitches where it’s pressed against your stomach through his clothing, and you suppress a gasp, but when he scratches the blunt edges of his fingernails over your skin you can’t hold back the squeak of surprise. Like a frightened rabbit, he thinks with—pleasure? Which is odd, and yet…

Seeing this human girl submitting, delicate and vulnerable and so obviously aware that she is beneath him, is a pleasure.

“Tell me, girl. Why do you fear me?”

You’re acutely aware of your own nakedness, not to mention his, especially when his cock is pressing insistently into your abdomen. Why is he asking you—? Of course you’re afraid. How many corpses did he leave on his path here? “You—you killed—“

“Not just that. You know to fear me. Your body knows. If I came upon you in the dark, if you were blind and deaf, you would still know to fear me.”

When he speaks, you can see flashes of his canines, sharper than any human’s. He’s right. You would know. “You’re a demon,” you murmur.

“And you are a human. A very weak one.” A claw traces your cheek and you shudder. “Your kind is prey to mine. Prey to be killed…and eaten.”

Are you going to be eaten?

“This is unnatural,” he muses under his breath, lowering his mouth to your throat. “Obscene.” You feel the brush of his lips on the artery in your neck and wonder if he can sense the pump of your blood, responding to his touch. “Sick.”

And then Sesshomaru—he nips that spot on your neck. The bite isn’t near hard enough to hurt, but it shocks you because you’ve never felt teeth so sharp against your skin. You whimper, and even to your own ears, it doesn’t sound like a whimper of pain.

“Despite every danger I pose to you, you seek pleasure. Humans are such base creatures.”

It’s not fair—it’s not even true, is it? You’re going along with this to appease him. You shake your head lightly, but you don’t resist when he pushes you down into the bedroll. Do you even want to resist?

Submit, your body is telling you. Submit. Submit.

You couldn’t resist. It would be impossible even if you tried. You barely have time to register him tipping his head to the side and and acknowledging your silence before the pressure on your arms increases and air whips through your hair and then the back of your head hits the mattress. Sesshomaru kneels on top of you, knees framing your hips, his loose kimono draping open to reveal a sliver of his pale chest.

“Do you mean to disagree with me?” The lack of inflection in his voice betrays nothing, but you scramble to deny it.

“No! No, my—my lord, please of course I—I’ll do whatever you want—ah!” You cut yourself off with a yelp as he reaches down and wraps his fingers around one of your thighs, unceremoniously dragging your leg up to wrap around his hip.

“But this is what you want.” Sesshomaru reaches down to your cunt and slides two fingers up against your slit, slow and careful so that his nails don’t touch you.

This part is warm too. Warm and wet and sticky, coating his fingers in clear liquid. You must be able to feel how wet you are—and you do, judging by the way your body is squirming and wriggling every time his touch passes over your clit.

Ah…you should stop squirming. For your own good. The feeble little movements of your body underneath his just make him want to pin you harder, force you to be still, force you to surrender.

You buck your hips up against the movement of his hand, wary of his nails but unable to keep yourself from pushing your clit against his fingers. It doesn’t make sense. You’re still scared of him—every time your gaze crosses his, you’re reminded that the man between your legs isn’t even really a man. He’s a demon.

A demon, a demon…

A demon’s fingers are caressing the length of your slit. A demon is crouching over you, covering your chest with his while you rock yourself into him. A demon is lowering his face into your shoulder, breathing in and lapping at your skin like he can smell you. Like he can taste you. Which, you think belatedly (because most of your attention is focused on the things Sesshomaru is doing between your legs), he probably can.

“What…what are you doing,” you gasp halfheartedly as he licks again at the side of your neck. Maybe you shouldn’t ask, but you still haven’t ruled out the possibility that he’s going to eat you, and you’d at least like to know if that’s what he’s preparing for.

To your surprise, he looks…taken aback? It’s hard to tell when his expression changes so little, but he pulls back from you and takes his hand away from your cunt, leaving you feeling needy and anxious. “Humans lack marking customs? How vulgar.”

“Marking…?” you ask. Sesshomaru sits up away from you and you quickly prop yourself up on your hands and draw your legs back toward yourself so you’re sitting in front of him. He sounded displeased. You can’t—you have to give him what he wants. “We do, my lord! Humans—we can leave marks, if, if you would like—“

“Show me.”

You wait a moment and he doesn’t move, so you hesitantly crawl toward him, dragging out each step and letting your knees sink into the cushions because you have no idea if you’re doing the right thing or signing your own death warrant. You reach out, but your hand stills before you can touch him. ‘Marking’ is juvenile, isn’t it? Kiss marks are usually forbidden for customers; they’re considered unprofessional in your line of work. But that’s human ettiquette. Perhaps for demons, it’s something entirely different. Sesshomaru did call himself inu daiyokai—a dog demon, then.

Gathering up the measly courage you still possess, you pick up the collar of Sesshomaru’s kimono and pull it to the side, exposing a patch of the pristine skin where his neck meets his shoulder. He doesn’t move to assist you, so you have to climb into his lap to get close enough. You brush away a few strands of his hair—so long!—and set your mouth against his skin.

How hard should you…? Well, he’s a demon lord, so you doubt you’re capable of harming him. Still, you bite and suck carefully, only increasing the pressure when you feel no sign of resistance from Sesshomaru. When you’re satisfied, you pull back and assess the small bloom of purple-red standing out in stark contrast to his pale skin. Half bite mark, half bruise—you haven’t done this in years, but this is what he wanted, isn’t it?

“This is a human mark?” Sesshomaru’s face is inscrutable as he pets the place where you left the hickey.

You nod slowly. “Is it—is it not good enough?”

“It is faint. But I cannot expect more from a mortal.” His hand moves to your chin, forcing your jaw open so he can push a few clawed fingers between your lips and run them over your canines. “Your teeth are blunt. Useless.”

He pushes his fingers deeper over your teeth and you feel saliva gathering on your tongue, an involuntary response to your efforts to keep your mouth open and still. You can taste yourself…the juices from your cunt on his fingers. “L-Lord—Lord Sesshomaru,” you stutter when he finally pulls them out.

You’re so warm, so soft. Like sinking into bathwater. Sesshomaru wants to be inside you.

“Lie down,” he commands, and when you tentatively lower yourself onto your back he releases a barely-audible sigh of annoyance. “On your stomach, girl.”

You must take a second too long to comply with the command, because in the next moment you feel Sesshomaru above you, flipping you over as easily as if you were made out of paper. You squeak in surprise—the smooth cold of his touch, the edges of his inhumanly long nails grazing over your skin—but that doesn’t stop him from effortlessly pulling your body into alignment with his: him above you and you lying on your belly with your back arched so that your hips can meet his. You squirm your hands under your torso and try to lift yourself off the bedroll, but he pushes you back down without mercy. “Do not test me.”

“No—n-never, never, my lord,” you gasp out as his hand curls around your hip, just as you feel the hard length of him press against your backside and then—slowly, slowly, slide into your cunt. Fuck—this is happening, it’s really—happening, this demon is fucking you. You’re terrified, but you can also feel the slickness of your pussy stretching around him, your body subconsciously giving in to the unwavering dominance of the demon—the man—on top of you.

“Are you still frightened…? And yet you respond so easily,” he says, stroking up the length of your side again and feeling you shiver.

“Yes, I...yes?” You squeeze your eyes closed, focusing on the sensation and trying to drive out everything else. He’s big—pushing you to your limits trying to fit his cock inside and you don’t even sense his hips against you yet. And the feeling—cool, uncomfortably cool in a way that sets every nerve on edge, overly sensitive to every deep place where your body meets his.

It’s like—you can’t even describe it, you know you have to be quiet and obedient for him but your instincts are pulling you in every direction at once—you want to run you want to hide you want to rock your hips back and feel him bottom out, make him fuck you like an animal—and this thought combined with the friction of his cock over that patch inside your drooling walls forces a whine out of your mouth. Apparently he likes it—two fingers pet over your clit and the muscles of your cunt twitch desperately, begging to be filled.

With his body curled over yours like this, you must be able to feel the rumble of his breath as he growls in pleasure. You were—you are better than perfect, your kind, your race—or maybe it’s just you. Your body, the warm wet softness of it. Taking him in, dripping around him as he starts to pump in and out of you, pushing his cock a little deeper with each thrust. Your breath is laced with the high-pitched whimpers and moans you’re not able to suppress, and it’s strange—earlier the sound of your voice (so pathetic, so human) disgusted him, but now?

“Such a weak little thing,” Sesshomaru says, voice low and intoned with something like approval. “I know it hurts…”

You bite your lip roughly and shudder as the head of his thick cock kisses against your womb. It does hurt—you’re no innocent maiden, and it isn’t as if you’re not used to clients being much rougher with you than this, but you’ve never felt so helpless… You can’t even adjust to him, can’t even pull away from him on the plush bedroll because he’s holding you in place, positioning you as his tame little toy with his nails scraping threateningly against the top layer of your skin every time you try to move…

“…but you take me very well. Like your body was made for this—to be bred like this.”

The pace of his thrusts is picking up, knocking your breath into sync every time the weight of his body slaps against yours. His own breath is getting heavier too—you start at the feeling of him folding his torso lower against you, locks of hair spilling over your side in a silver curtain. Once again you want to pull yourself up off the futon, but he isn’t going to let you—a pale hand layers over yours, tendons flexing as he laces his fingers into the spaces between yours. And your nerves are wound so tight with what you’re feeling—the pleasure, the fear, all of it pulling you tight like a harp string—that you aren’t paying quite enough attention to what you’re hearing, until you realize—

Like your body was made to be bred like this.

If you had the strength to actually pull yourself away from the punishing force of him fucking you, you would now; as it stands, you’re too weak to do more than pull uselessly at his grip and shake your head. “No—m-my lord, please—I can’t, my lord, p-please don’t—“

A cold laugh, one that sounds like anger, and Sesshomaru presses the flat of his hand to your stomach, feeling out the path of his cock pushing into your tight, plush body. “Insolent girl. You demand me that I mate for pleasure alone, like—a human…? Your species…your arrogance knows no bounds…”

“Please,” you moan softly. The weight of him—on top of you, inside you, everywhere you can feel—is driving you out of your mind. He’s going to—mate, like he said, he’s going to spend himself deep in your cunt and breed you. “Please—please, I can’t, I can’t—“

The distress in your voice is almost unsettling to Sesshomaru, and this reaction catches him off guard—it’s the intimacy of this action, of fucking you like a legitimate mate (you! a girl, a human, so powerless that resisting him has barely occurred to you!) that’s forcing him to be aware of your fragile emotional state. But demons—dog demons especially—are more attuned to their instincts than humans, the physical responses of their bodies and their partners’, and everything in your body is screaming out acquiescence, submission, fertility.

“Liar…” Sesshomaru murmurs, petting again over your womb and rolling his hips into yours. You’re so wet that he can hear the sounds of your coupling echoing over the walls, the slap of flesh against flesh from where your cunt has dripped slick down your trembling thighs. The sweet, dizzying scent of your arousal (and his) is so thick in the air that he can barely smell the rancid smoke and blood outside—every time he inhales, he feels almost intoxicated by it. You’re not quite in your heat but there’s an edge of it in your natural scent, something rich and heavy underneath all the layers of perfume and oils decorating your skin.

He didn’t come here, to the mortal world, with the intent to mate with a human. Certainly not with the intent to breed her, but…

Sesshomaru takes a deep sigh again and swirls a fingertip over the little bud of nerves at the top of your slit and everything in you convulses, squeezing down on his cock so tight that for a second he can barely move. At this point, there isn’t much that could stop him from finishing inside you, even if he wanted to.

“—please, please—”

…Well, there isn’t much, but the incessant reminder of his instinct to treat the soft, vulnerable body underneath him as a proper mate doesn’t seem to be letting up. The obvious pleasure you’re feeling from having your cunt filled up like this hasn’t stopped you from continuing to whimper and shake your head in denial of what your body is telling you. Your distress seems to be bordering on helplessness now—he can smell it on you—a bitterness folded into that irresistible sweet, and even though he wants to ignore it…

For your part—it doesn’t feel right, none of this—it’s like what he was saying earlier, how this is obscene and you know deep in your core that he’s right. A demon, a dog demon, fucking you like he owns you, ruining your pussy and digging shallow scratches into you to hold you in place—breeding you—you should be afraid, and you are. You should want to cry, and you do. But you shouldn’t like it like this at the same time—you shouldn’t feel your cunt fluttering around him, shouldn’t feel your juices slipping over your body and his, you shouldn’t be wishing he would let you move just a little so you could move your hips back, fuck yourself on his cock like you’re supposed to—how can you want this, both of these things, stop and don’t stop, pull out and cum inside so deep you’re marked with it—

Your head is spinning. You’re too dizzy to think but you hold onto this knowledge, the only certainty you have left: it’s wrong. You can’t you can’t. There’s nothing you can do to stop him but you can’t keep yourself from pleading senselessly with what little breath you’re able to articulate— “please—please—my lord—Sesshomaru—please don’t…”

—and just when you don’t think you can take it any longer, it turns out that he’s at his limit too. The demon growls and brushes your hair away from the side of your neck so he can nuzzle into your pulse point, lap at the thin layer of sweat collecting there. “Quiet,” he hisses, voice labored. “I will not—I have no intention of…fathering…a bastard.”

“Oh—ohhh…” you whine, letting some of the panic drain out of you. You’re not—he won’t—thank god, thank god… The broad muscle of his tongue runs stripes across the side of your throat in a manner that you almost understand is supposed to be comforting, and he keeps rubbing at your clit, coaxing something out of you that you don’t think you should be allowed to give. You want to ask why—why is he stopping himself? why is he touching you? why does he care?—but you know better.

Sesshomaru’s teeth are too close to your neck like this. He should pull back, shouldn’t tempt himself…he knows this, and yet. The smell of you, your relief, your pleasure, the climax that he can feel creeping up on you through the tension in your muscles. It would be unnatural not to do it. The faint little bruise you left on him when he asked about human marking customs is probably already healed, but there’s a phantom ache on his throat reminding him of it—proof that you have no idea what a true mark is supposed to look like.

If he marked you, it would probably take weeks to heal…months. He knows humans are such fragile creatures—it would leave a permanent scar, wouldn’t it? A reminder etched into your skin with his teeth, his claim, his subjugation of you. A demon lord’s power over a human woman. As it should be…why would you be permitted to forget?

He drags the length of his cock out and pushes back in slowly, feeling your insides stretch around him and paying special attention to the way your legs quiver like a newborn foal’s when his cockhead presses against that gummy patch in your inner walls. You’re close to finishing—the fluttering of your cunt and the needy twitch of your hips is proof enough of that. The marking will hurt, but you’ll have to take it well enough when you’re creaming yourself around him.

The fingertips massaging your clit speed up, and you choke out a moan. “Oh—it feels—my lord, please, I—I’m going to—“

Without a hitch in his relentless pace, Sesshomaru pulls back from where he’s been laving over your neck so he can speak lowly into your ear. “This will be painful…”

…What? you think, too focused on the way he’s touching you, fucking you, building up your orgasm to really care what he’s saying. Just like that—just a second more and I’ll—

“Endure it,” Sesshomaru commands, and just as you feel yourself tip over the edge and lose yourself in pleasure, there’s a surge of something behind you, on top of you—some energy, something that makes every hair on your body stand on end because of how inhuman it is, and then—

—ah, it hurts, it hurts…

he’s biting you, teeth puncturing the skin of your shoulder and holding you down in this position of undeniable surrender. The pain is overwhelmed by your sopping cunt clenching around him, all of the sensation rolled together and crashing over you like a wave—and you feel it, feel yourself go under for a second—your vision winking to black as you open your mouth and wordlessly keen like an animal. Tears prick your eyes (from the pain in your shoulder or the force of your climax—you can’t even tell the difference at this point) and you try to pull back and wipe your face but you’re too weak for it. Sesshomaru’s arm is flexed, still holding your hand down and locking you in position. He pulls back from your neck and you can hear his own breath falling out of rhythm, the uncontrolled jerks of his hips into you as your pussy seizes up on his cock.

It takes a moment—a long moment, maybe even longer than that—before you’re able to muster up the strength to speak, but he’s lapping at the mark on your neck and every time his tongue passes over it, the sharp ache of the wound lessens by a fraction. “Did you—was that a demon mark? You marked me?”

Sesshomaru’s chest moves slowly as he pulls out of you and forces his breath to calm—he hasn’t done this in a long time, hasn’t had reason to—and the sight of the claiming mark is waking up something predatory in his blood. He feels—closer to his true form than he should in this appearance; the demon blood is racing through him, youki prickling over his skin and drawing him into you, into the place where his teeth were sunk in your neck—(he did try, he tried to hold back) but even so it’s more pronounced on you than it would be on a demon: a ring of shallow red welts punctuated with the harsher points where his canines drew blood, the flesh puffed and bruised darker than the surrounding skin. Such things are meant to be temporary and periodically renewed between mates, but yours will be permanent.

And still. Still. He wants to do it again. Leave proof of his ownership on every patch of untouched skin on you. Ruin you for anyone else who sees you like this—better, better yet, make sure he is the last, the only one who will ever see you like this, have you like this, ever again.

You asked something. She asked something. Your heart is beating like you’re afraid. You asked if he marked you. He can taste your blood in the air. Sesshomaru’s mouth moves and it wants to speak in the voice of an animal, of a demon, but you won’t understand. “…Yes.”

Oh…he wants to look at you, wants to see the evidence of what he’s done to you in your face. Humans have so little control over what they let themselves feel. “Look at me,” he says, and despite the tremors still passing over you, you tentatively raise yourself up on an arm and twist to look back at him.

The second you reluctantly meet his gaze, your meek expression shifts into horror. “L-Lord—Sesshomaru? Your eyes…”

And it’s then that Sesshomaru realizes what he’s done, what he’s doing. He’s sustained the partial transformation he took in order to mark you, and you’re seeing it now—the scarlet eyes, the exaggerated markings, the sharp canines, each feature a shade closer to his genuine youkai form. You flip onto your back and then edge back on the bedroll, but he feels you—trying to get away, she can’t—and pushes you back down to hover above. “Did you forget…what I am, girl?”

Human speech feels like a labor—his mouth should be touching you, tasting—marking you. Again. He should be inside you, feeling your soft, sticky cunt bathing him in warmth. Here, listen, you’re a human but it doesn’t matter now. You can take it because you will, you have to. You came so quickly—it must be easier, faster for humans than demons—and Sesshomaru wonders idly how many times you’ll cum before he does, whether you’ll be able to hold yourself together or—

No—no. A stubborn drop of blood wells up in one of the welts on your shoulder and then smears down, leaving a trail of rich red on your skin until Sesshomaru lowers himself down to lick it clean, letting the smell, the taste of you spread over his mouth. He won’t let you. He won’t let you fall apart. You don’t have a choice.

And—whether he realizes it or not—neither does he.

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Looking a Lot Like Christmas

Warnings: fluff

A/N: Jumin! Jumin! Jumin! I love him.

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Hey! I know I haven't posted a lot here, I love being an adult, but! I did find the time to finally make a playlist for 707! I hope you guys like it, and feel free to suggest songs to add

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Ok, but something about Murphy absolutely rearranging your guts from behind, pulling your hair and saying how much of a whore you are for him, and that he's going to mold you into the perfect cock sleeve, then turning around and praying at church the next day, acting like the best alter boy to ever alter boy is so fucking funny to me

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If y'all could read this fic in my brain you would be so impressed.

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You've been a ranch hand with Millies family for years, and are none to pleased when they hired on a new guy for "extra help." even less pleased when he turnes out to be a massive douche bag. an incredibly sexy and charasmastic douche, but a douche none the less. you want him to think that you want nothing to do with him. but the walls at the farm are thin, and you rearely keep track of what your saying when you're in the heat of the moment. that's when the truth of the matter really comes out.

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Honestly there is not nearly enough striker smut out there and it is a crime. so let me try to get the ball rollin. reader is Afab and Fem, an imp, and as always, requets are open ;)

"Son of a bitch!!" You yelled as the Hell Hog threw you off. And right as you got an opening too. "I swear to Satan, I will gut you." You growled to yourself as you charged for the animal again. You didn't get very far though. Of course Striker has to show you up, jumping in to "help you out" and slicing the pigs throat easily, stealing your thunder in the process. 

"Well that hog was one tough son of a bitch, huh Y/n?" He asked you with his signature mischievous grin. In your mind you always heavily equated him to a con man. He went over to offer you a hand up, but you brushed it away and got up on your own. 

"Yea, whatever Striker."

"Well now darlin', you sound pissed! And why's that?" He smirked, cocking his head to the side as if he didn't already know the answer. Ever since Lin and Joe hired him to help around the farm, he'd taken a great pleasure In showing you up whenever he could. Maybe because you were a woman. maybe because he didn't like not being the only farm hand. Maybe it was just because he found you adorable whenever you got angry. Doesn't matter why, really. You just wish he'd knock it the fuck off. 

"I had it handled you know." You said, answering his question without answering it. 

"Oh, yea. You really had things handled from the ground." He laughed, "really had the upper hand there." 

"I only missed my opening because you distracted me!"

"By being so handsome?" He smirked.

"By being so annoying. What were you yellin' about anyway?" You asked. 

"I was tryna see if you had the hog slaughtered yet. The answer was no, by the way."

You rolled your eyes as you hoisted the hog onto your shoulder. Being an imp, the damn thing was almost twice your size, and you struggled with its weight. But knowing Striker was just waiting for you to buckle so he could come in and "save your ass" once again gave you the spite needed to haul it into the kitchen. 

"Oh, Y/n!" Ms.Lin sighed as she saw you toss dinner onto the counter to be skinned. "Now why in the 7 rings would you carry that in here all by yourself? Wasn't Striker out there to help?"

You sighed and grit your teeth, knowing Ms.Lin met well. You had injured your shoulder a few days back. She just didn't want to lose another hand. "Don't worry Ms.Lin, I'm not made of sugar," You said as you let out a calming breath. "I've carried these fuckers in 1000 times before, I can keep doin it, on my own." You smiled. 

She shook her head. "You know, you can accept help, right? It's kinda what we hired him for." Lin said as she crossed her arms and popped her hip.

"Then fire him." You retorted.

"I knew you were gunnin' for my job." Striker laughed as he walked In, "man, you should seen yourself, strugglin' to carry in that piglet." He snickered. "I wish I'd had thought to record it"

"Well, ya didn't scrub." You hoped, "now are you gonna help us skin this thing or what?"

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“Hey, Y/n? Quick question, what the fuck was that?” Sallie Mae asked you after dinner. You raised an eyebrow as you finished up the dishes and turned to her. “At dinner,” she added for clarification. “What the fuck was that at dinner?” You were still confused. 

“What are you-” you started.

“With Striker.” Sallie groaned. Oh, she met THAT.

“That motherfucker kept kicking me under the table!” you burst. “He was tryna get a fucking rise outta me Sallie Mae, and it worked! What kind of elementary school bullshit was that! And then to act shocked when I kicked him back, who the fuck does he think he is?”

“Y'all we’re playin footsie under the table?” Sallie Mae asked as she crossed her arms. She looked unamused.

“What? No!” you protested. “Did ya not hear me Sallie? I said that cocksucker kicked me, it was full blown war under that table!” 

“Mmhmm.” Sallie nodded, not very amused. “So you fuck him yet?” She smirked at your shocked face. Maybe you were oblivious to it, hell maybe even Striker was oblivious to it. But everyone else around you two could see a lot of your problems with each other could be solved with a solid hate fuck. 

“Sallie Mae, I swear on all that I hold dear, if you were not my best friend, I would feed you to the Hell Hogs right now.” you growled at her, face flushed with either anger or embarrassment. Or, more likely, a mix of both. “Have I fucked him yet,” you scoffed, “Girl, you know I have standards!” you snapped as you walked away from the conversation, tail swishing angrily behind you. 

Sallie wasn’t going to let you get away that easy though. She followed you. “Standards, huh?” Sallie laughed, “How’s that been working out for you lately, Ms.Sahara?” she would use your dry spell against you. 

“Just fine thank you!” you snapped. “Even if I hadn’t gotten dick in years, I wouldn’t fuck that snake. Motherfucker has gone out of his way since he got here to disrespect me at every turn.”

“Maybe he thinks you have a degradation kink?” your friend offered.

“What the fuck about me screams degradation kink?” you scoffed.

“Your posture.”

“What?”

“People who want respect in bed dont stand like that Shug. everything about you screams ‘call me a slut daddy.’ I thought you knew that.”

You looked at your friend for a long time trying to figure out where she got off reading you like that. “I take offense to that.” you finally said. Sallie smirked.

“You're only offended cause it’s true, huh?”

“Shut up Sallie Mae.” you scoffed as you got to your room. “Look Hun, it’s been a long day, and I’m tired. I’d like to get to sleep.” you told her as you stretched to pop your back. 

“Ok, well just answer this for me,” Sallie said, leaning in close to whisper to you. “Honestly, hand to Satan, have you never even thought about it?” She asked. Have you ever thought of it? What a stupid question, of course you had. You weren't too bitter to admit that Striker was an incredibly handsome imp. One that made you blush the first time you laid eyes on him, something not many men could say. Of course you imagined what fucking him would be like. But that was before he revealed himself to be an incredible ass. 

“Not even once.” you said.

“Liar.” Sallie called you on your bluff. You rolled your eyes.

“Good night Sallie Mae.” you said as you closed your door in her face. You scoffed as you went over and plopped on your bed. Sallie had a lot of gaul to have that conversation with you. But, She’d had always been like that. It was why you loved her. Still. That bitch had gotten the thought of Striker stuck in your head. 

There was no way in Satan's hell he would actually want you, right? If he did, he wouldn't have been such an ass about everything. This isn't middle school, you don't show a girl you like her by pulling her hair. Not that I would particularly mind if he pulled my hair. You thought. Then physically shook your head to get that thought out of it. No! No! Bad Y/n!! You’re only thinking like that cause you’re horny! You mentally chastised yourself.

 Fuck, it really had been awhile, huh? A part of you considered dressing up and going out to a bar to try and get out of this dry spell. Then you remembered that you we’re in the Wrath Ring of hell, and that most of the guys here looked like inbred fuckin toads. Not all of em. Striker’s pretty. Fuck, you gotta get laid. Or at least off.

You hopped off your bed and went to your dresser, looking for old reliable. A small bright pink vibrator lovingly named Barbie. You smiled as it whirled to life in your hand. Who needs another imp when you have Barbie? You rid yourself of your torn jeans and got back on your bed, ready to get down to business. Your legs fell apart and you bit your lip as you started teasing your own clit. Involuntarily, an image of Striker entered your head, pinning you to the bed and running his fingers in between your folds. FUCK. This asshole couldnt even let you have your fucking fantasies. Well…fuck it. He’s already here, you already started, and who knows. Maybe it’ll help get him out of your head.

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Striker sat on his bed polishing his knife. And no actually, that's not a euphemism. The man was meticulous about weapon care. He heard you and Sallie talking outside of your room, and rolled his eyes to himself. These walls were impossibly thin, and he hated it. Especially having his room right next to yours, it made it hard for him to do any business on the phone. Couldn’t risk it.

He finished cleaning up his knife and put it back in its holster. He checked the time on his phone and considered turning in for the night. Being a farm hand sucked. He was never one for early mornings, but farm work demanded it. It was a not so small part of why he left the wrath ring to become a gun for hire. Murdering people was genuinely easier for him than getting up at 5 AM. He tossed his phone to the side and laid down.

“Striker.”

Then he heard the unmistakable sound of electricity coming from your side of the wall and instantly sat back up. No fuckig way. He’d been working on this farm for weeks now and had never heard this before. He was starting to think you were a prude. He laughed softly to himself. This was gonna be great ammo against you tomorrow. There was one highlight to being a farm hand, and that was getting to fuck with you every day. You were adorable when you got mad, and it was so easy to rile you up. He quickly decided if he couldn’t fuck you, he would just fuck with you and be content with that. 

That caught his fucking attention. The last thing he expected to hear from the otherside of the wall was his name. He didn’t expect the effect it had on him either. Something about the way you sounded so desperate for him made his heart race and his dick ache. 

“Striker..Striker please-”

Thank fucking Satan for thin and sin walls. Striker made a mental note to personally thank the king of hell for them. He could hear you so clearly, and yet he still found himself pressed against the wall to hear you better. His hand moved to the crotch of his pants. He plamed himself through the fabric to ease some of the pain. “Fuck darlin’” he groaned out, voice just above a whisper. He didn’t realize just how bad he wanted to fuck you until now.

“St-Striker, fuck me! Please! Fuck me-” you moaned breathlessley through the wall. That was in invitation if Striker had ever heard one. 

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Striker laughed as he made his way to your room. The panicked ‘meep!” he heard as he left confirmed to him that you did indeed hear him. He’d never been more thankful to share a wall with someone. He got to your door and knocked, then turned the knob experimentally. It was locked. You really were inviting him in, huh? He slipped through the door and could help but smile at the scene before him. 

You were glowing with blush, blanket thrown haphazardly between your legs to give yourself some sense of modesty. A hot pink vibrator, slick and abandoned, at the foot of the bed. You were looking at him, but couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact with him. “Ya know darling,” Stiker said as he approached your bed. There was something dark in his eyes, “If you wanted me that bad you could have just asked. But I do appreciate the show ya just put on for me.” he chuckled.

“Why were you listening to me, you creep!” you lashed out in anger, trying to turn this on him and away from you. He didn’t take the bait. He laughed as he caged you into your bed, face just centimeters away from your own.

“It’s kinda hard not to when the whole farm can hear you begging me to fuck you darlin.” he chuckled softly as he ran a hand down your side. It sent shivers down your spine. “Now, the real question is; didja mean it? Or are you just the biggest tease in this ring of hell?” he asked, causing your face to heat up even more with desire.

“I meant it.” you said before your brain could stop you. Fuck it, maybe Sallie Mae was right. Strikers wicked grin alone could almost convince you of that. Stiker grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. 

“Good girl.” he said as he pushed his lips into yours. He tasted like coffee and nicotine. You shyly moved your hands to wrap them around his neck. He crawled onto the bed on top of you, finally releasing you of your kiss. His hands ran down to the hem of your shirt. “You got no idea how many nights I imagined doing this.” he rasped, taking your shirt off of you. His smirk only grew. “Black lace, huh? you really are a whore, aren't ya doll?” He tisked as he easily unclasped your bra and threw it to the floor. “They’re prettier than I imagined.” he praised as he ran his thumb over your hardening nipple.

“Are you going to shut up at any point in this?” you scoffed, finding yourself again as you pushed his jacket off his shoulders. You could feel his sculpted chest under his thin shirt and it excited you more than you wanted to admit. 

“Wasn’t plannin’ on it darlin’.” He grinned. He let you unbutton his vest and rid him of both it and his shirt.

“Mother fucker.” you whispered as you ran your hand along his toned chest. It was covered in scars, both healed and not so healed. You wanted to know the story behind every single one.

“Like what you see?” He asked. You could hear his tail rattling in anticipation. He was more excited for your approval than he was letting on,

“Very much so.” you smiled, finally finding the courage to look into his yellow green hypnotic eyes. 

“Right answer.” he chuckled as his hand moved down your body. You tensed instinctively as he reached your cunt. “Fuck Darlin’, I knew you’d be wet, but i wasn’t expecting this wet.” he purred as his fingers ran across your folds. “All this for me?” He teased, fingers finding your clit with the quickness of an expert. You sheepishly nodded as you realized he’d definitely done this more than you had. “I knew you wanted me.” he said smugly as he began to rub circles into your clit, sending electricity soaring through your body. 

“Ya like that, Slut?” the cowboy asked you. You nodded in response, focused on the pleasure he was giving you. Until he suddenly stopped.

“Striker!”

“Use your words Doll.” he warned.

“Yes, I liked it! I liked it so much, I kinda wanna punch you for stopping!” you hissed. Striker launched and continued his movements, much to your relief.

“And that's why you're my favorite.” he purred at you. His thumb had taken over rubbing your clit as his fingers began to work your pussy open. “Even when you’re the one in a compromised position, you never lose your fight.” It suddenly struck him that that was a little too intimate than he wanted to get at that moment. So he switched gears and fully pulled you under him. You gasped as you looked up at him. He was only on his knees on top of you, but he still seemed so much taller. It occurred to you just how much bigger than you he was.

“Ya know darlin’,” he stared as he leaned down to kiss your neck, “Ever since I laid eyes on you,” he began to trail kisses down your body. Your neck, your collar bone. Littering marks down your body, “I’ve wanted to know how you taste.” he groaned as he made it to his destination. Your body was on fire with anticipation. He spread your legs for him and let out a low whistle. “Never thought I’d see a cunt as pretty as yours.” he admitted as he kissed the inside of your thighs. He bit gently, sucking marks into your soft skin. He wanted whoever may be here next to know you were his first. Finally, he made his way to where you desperately wanted him most. He smirked at you one last time before licking at your clit. 

Your whole body jolted at his touch, as if it was made to react to him and only him. He sucked at your clit as his fingers began to work you open. “Fuck Striker, how dare you be this good at head.” you groaned as your hands knocked his hat off and tangled into his hair. You could hear him laugh from in between your legs, but didn't really care. His fingers began to massage you from inside, quickly finding the spot that would surely make you see stars. “Fuck!” you gasped as your back arched and your legs tried to clamp around his head. Striker would be the one man you’d been with able to find the G-Spot.

He used his free hand to keep your legs open. “Careful now Sweetheart. You wouldn't want me to stop now would ya?” He asked in the most condescending tone you’d ever heard. 

“Fuck, no! No, you asshole, don't stop.” you almost screamed when his fingers stopped moving. “You bitch! What the fuck did I just fucking say?!” you all but yelled at him.

“Say it nicely.” he grinned at you.

“Fuck you.”

“I know you want to Doll.”

“I'm going to kick you.”

“I’ll leave,” he threatened. 

“Fuck no!” well that was more desperate than you wanted it to be. “No no! Don't leave! Just…Fuck, please don’t stop Sir! Please, I need you.” you moaned. You almost cried when not only did his fingers start going again, but he added a third.

“Good girl.” he praised, his head dipping back in between your legs. He began sucking harshly at your clit, massaging it with his tongue and tying the knot in your stomach tighter and tighter. Your hands found their way to his hair again, and you found yourself bucking into his face. You felt your body tense and your pussy flutter. 

“Striker, I’m Close.”

“I know.” he muttered from between your legs.

“How?!”

“You’re not exactly hiding it sweetheart.” he laughed, picking up the pace ever so slightly, forcing you to forget the argument at hand as your vision exploded with stars and electricity ran through your body. “Fuck, fuckfuckfuck fuck!!” you yelled, your legs closing around his head and your hands pulling him closer. Striker realized he couldn't breathe, and decided that yes. This was how he wanted to die. With his fingers working you through your orgasam as he lapped up as much of you as he could.  “Dear fucking Satan.” you moaned as you released the cowboy. Your legs still shook with the aftershock of your orgasam. It had been awhile since you had sex, yea. But it had been even longer since someone made you feel like that.

Striker smiled as he wiped his mouth and sat back up. “Feel good Sweetheart?” he purred to you. You nodded blissfully. He smiled and gently tucked a strand of your hair back. You nodded, your brain still unable to form words. “That's great Doll. We’re not done yet.” he informed you. “Good.” you chuckled, causing him to smile. You watched as he freed himself from his jeans, and couldn't help the blush that formed on your face. Of course, it wasn’t enough for him to just have a pretty face. Oh no, he had to have a pretty dick too. 

“Fuck man, how’s it feel to be Satans favorite?” you huffed. 

“Isn’t that more of a question for yourself, Gorgeous?” Striker asked as he pumped his dick a few times. He bit his lip as he looked down at your body. He wanted to remember every curve you had. Every scar, stretch mark, birthmark, everything. He wanted to own it. He wanted to own you. He dug his teeth into your neck as he began to push himself into your cunt. You screamed, the mix of pleasure and pain taking over your body as he sunk into your still sensitive cunt. You could feel him sucking a mark into your neck. You knew there would be questions in the morning. You didn’t care. 

“Striker, God damn. You’re too fucking much.” you groaned, trying to turn your head to hide your face in the crook of his neck. 

“You feel so fucking good Y/n.” he breathed to you. “Like you were fucking made for me. Made to be a sleeve for my cock, made to be mine.” he growled. Fuck that alone send ice down your spine. You were not prepared for him to start moving, pumping into you like he was on a mission. He set a brutal pace. Your legs wrapped around his hips to keep up. You clawed into his back, determined to leave marks of your own on him. It was only fair. 

His tail tangled with yours as his hand tangled into your hair. “I’ve been waiting for this for way too long” he huffed, “Do you know how many times I thought about bending you over and putting you in your fucking place? Shit darlin’ if i knew it would be this good i would have done it sooner.” he repositioned himself to stroke at the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you. It was too much.

You groaned and bit the fuck out his his shoulder, causing him to help, then laugh, but never falter in his thrusts. He was a professional after all. He pulled your hair, forcing you to release him. “Fuck darlin, we bitin’ now?” he laughed, as if he did not just leave a very prominent mark on your neck. “I-it’s only f-fair!” you argused, struggling to make coherent thoughts. He smiled almost softly and tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck to you. “If ya gonna leave a mark on me, might as well go big or go home.” he challenged. He desperately wanted everyone to know what happened tonight. And while the thin walls would assure that for the people that lived on the farm, he wanted the entirety of hell to know.

And you were far too cock drunk to think of the consequences. You buried your fangs into his neck, savoring the hiss of pain he let out. He tugged gently at your hair one last time, before using that hand for support instead, and using his now freed hand to rub almost violent circles into your clit. You let out a high pitched and breathy moan into his neck. He could feel your pussy flutter around him, a clear sign you were close.

“Fuck, you gonna come for me twice Darlin?” he groaned. As if on cue the knot inside your stomach snapped in two and you screamed into his neck, your legs clamping around him as your body spasmed with the heat of your second orgasam for the night. And shit, you we’re fucking gorguous. “Y/n, I’m close,” Striker warned as he realized you we’re not letting him go. “Y/n, let go, I-”

“Cum in me.” you moaned. He did not need to be told twice. He picked up his pace, pounding into your spent pussy before his own orgasam finally overtook him. He rode out his orgasam, shooting red hot cum into your cervix. His best move? Definitely not. But that was a problem for tomorrow Stiker and Y/n. Tonight Striker and Y/n couldn't get over how hot the whole ordeal was. Finally he slowed to a stop. He lightly tapped your thigh and you finally let your legs fall to the bed. 

“Shit Darlin’ I knew you’d be good, but..fuck.” Striker laughed, causing you to swell with pride for being the reason he had that reaction. He pulled out, leaving you feeling more empty than you expected.

“You’re a good lay.” you laughed as he rolled over next to you. 

“Why thank ya,” he laughed with you instead of at you for once. He pulled you into his arms, and you didn’t protest. He was warm. “So do we go back to hating each other in the mornin’, or?..” he asked, rubbing gentle circles into your hips.

“In the mornin’? Yes. buut I wouldn’t be against this happening again, so I guess we can like each other at night.” you giggled. He chuckled and nodded.

“Alright, I can get behind that. It’s a start.” he nodded, snuggling up to you. You hadn’t kicked him out of bed yet, might as well enjoy it. Suddenly, there was a loud knock at your door, causing you both to panic. 

“So Y'all are done feudin’ now, right?” Sallie Mae’s almost jovial voice came from the other side. 

“SALLIE I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!” you yelled from your bed as Striker laughed his ass off next to you.

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𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸𝓼-𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓽-𝓟𝓪𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓼 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰…

Smut

Sukuna

Demon!Sukuna

Gojo

Toxic

Gojo

Fluff

Nanami

Angst

Gojo

Geto

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okokok so you want gojo ideas? how about gojo doing some pet play??

OH MAN THIS ONE TOOK ME FOREVER TO GET TO!! my bad. I've been dealing with a lot of life stuff and had to take a hiatus from writing. BUT IM BACK BABY!! and I'm really excited for this one!

WITHOUT FURTHER DELAY, GOJOS-THOT-PATROL PRESENTS:

You shifted uncomfortably in your brand new collar, the leather not yet worn in. “Is it too tight?” Your master, Satoru Gojo asked, running two fingers under your new “necklace.” You shook your head and smiled sweetly to him. “No Master, not at all,” you purred to him, “Just new.” he smiled down at you and ran a hand through your hair. “That’s good to hear Kitten,” He cooed as flicked the bell attached to your neck.

You looked up to him and beamed. He was always so nice to you, and this new gift was proof. Soft white leather, trimmed with delicate blue lace, with a shining beautiful bell on it. You thought the star shaped sound holes were a nice touch. They matched the soft white kitten ears placed oh so delicately on your head perfectly. Down to the blue insides and moon earrings dangling from them. You felt gorgeous.

Gojo had to agree. Blue was your color, and you looked absolutely breathtaking in your light blue lace negligee. He smiled as he gently pulled the leash attached to your collar, prompting you to crawl to him on all fours. “Do you like your new collar Kitten?” Gojo cooed to you, bending down ever so slightly so you could better look at his face. You smiled proudly up at him. “Yes Master, it’s so very nice.” you purred, placing your cheek in his crotch and looking up at him. Gojo swelled with pride. His Kitten was so well trained.

“It looks good on you..” he smiled, “I think I deserve a reward for picking it out. What do you think Kitten?” you knew you didn’t have a real choice here. But, that was fine. “I agree, Master.” you nodded. And you did. He did amazing picking it out, and you absolutely loved it. He grinned and leaned back on the bed, smirking down at you. “Well then? What are you waiting for?” He chuckled softly. 

The issue with Satoru Gojo was that he had a pretty dick. Not only did he have a pretty dick, he knew he had a pretty dick, and was convinced it was god's gift to earth. And maybe it was. You purred as you pulled his cock out of his pants. Pale and slim with a pretty red tip, already starting to leak for you. You licked a stripe up the blue vein along the side. You took the tip into your mouth, taking as much of him in your mouth as possible. What Gojo lacked in girth he made up for in length. You always struggled to take him all in your mouth, so you compensated by fisting what couldn’t fit. 

He moaned softly under your touch. It sounded so pretty. He bucked his hips up into your mouth, chuckling at the slight gagging sound you made as he did. You gave him a look that made him roll his eyes. “Oh come on now, Kitten.” he grinned, “I know you can take it.” he “assured” you as he did it again. Gojo had never been a patient man, and he had always been one to love making you squirm. 

He grabbed your hair, guiding you up and down on his length. Even when you were the one giving him head, he had to be the one in control. It endeared him to you.  He groaned softly as you tightened your grip on him. His hips began bucking into you faster. “Such a whore mouth my kitten has,” he groaned as he abruptly pulled you off his cock, “who taught you to suck dick like that?” he asked. “You did Master.” you smirked at him as he pulled you onto his lap.

He grinned at you. “Oh yea.” he chuckled as if you weren’t feeding his superiority complex. He grabbed your waist and pulled you under him, flipping you both over. He kissed your neck, that sweet spot right under your ear that sent electricity through your body. “M-Master..” you mewled under him. “Yes Kitten?” he asked as he bagan kissing a trail down your body. 

Collar bones, chest, breasts, stomach. You moaned under him, knowing what he was doing. “Use your words Kitten,” he commanded as he kissed right above your folds. “Please master, I want you so bad.” you groaned out, a little more desperate for him than you meant to sound. It's not your fault, really. He had an effect on you no other man had. He awoke something in you no one else ever had, or ever would. 

Satoru smiled, appeased for now. His face moved in between your legs, and he placed a gentle kiss on your labia. Teasing bastard. You knew better than to complain though. At least he didn’t leave you to suffer for too long. His slender fingers slid into your cunt. “Already this wet just from sucking my dick?” your master grinned. Your face lit up with embarrassment. “My Kitten must be in heat then, hm?” he purred to you as his lips finally found your clint, causing you to moan out for him. 

Satoru started slow enough, small licks and slowly massaging your insides with his fingers. But, again, he had never been a patient man. Quickly he found himself sucking on your swollen clit, and mercilessly rubbing the sweet spot inside you. You moaned loudly for him, struggling not to buck your hips into his mouth. Gojo switched it up, rubbing your clit with his thumb and prodding at your hole with his tongue. 

He moaned from the taste. “You taste devine.” he muttered out from in between your legs. You had no idea what he said, and quite frankly, you weren't too concerned with it. You were far more concerned with the tightening in your stomach, the familiar knot that was about to snap you in half. “M-Master-” your voice was shakier than you expected, “I-I’m close.”

Immediately he stopped, making you scream. “Master, why?!” you whined. He simply grinned at you. “What's wrong kitten?” Satoru asked as he got rid of his jeans, “I thought you’d much rather come all over Master's cock.” Ok, that did sound pretty good, not gonna lie. You still groaned under him, frustrated to have been so close and not have cum. “Use your words Kitten,” Satoru said as he straddled you, “What do you want?” 

“You Master!” you groaned, “You! I want you!”

“You want me to what?”

This bastard. “I want you to fuck me Master, please!” you purred to him, “Please, fuck me until I can’t walk, fuck me like you own me, just fuck me, please!” you begged him, squirming underneath his body in anticipation. 

You had been with Satoru for quite a while at this point. You knew exactly what he wanted to hear. And it was evident in his lust filled eyes you ticked every box on his list. You grinned. You never thought you’d be proud of begging. Gojo pulled you close and grinned down on you. “Well, how could I say no to that?” he moaned to you.

He pulled you into a deep kiss as he pushed his dick into you, swallowing the moan you let out as you adjusted to him. He always felt like too much as he plunged into you. Slender, yea, but it always felt like his cock had no end. Finally he was fully sheathed, moaning into your neck. You grabbed his hair panting hard. You felt his nails dig into you as he pulled back, just to slam back into you.

Gojo knew your body like the back of his hand. He knew exactly how to make you come apart at the seams. He set a brutal pace, positioning himself to punish the bundle of nerves inside you that made you see stars. You threw your head back as you moaned. “Master, fuck!” you moaned, high pitched and airy. Your brain wasn’t making sentences. 

“Fuck Kitten, your so tight,” He gtroaned above you. “Its like your cunt was fucking made for me, your perfect.” he praised. You werent gonna last long. “Ya know, you may be my Kitten, but imma bout to breed you like a bitch.” Gojo huffed, smirked down to you. You turned bright red, feeling the knot forming in your stomach again. You grabbed at his hair, pulling it as you bucked your hips to meet his own.

His hand slipped down to rub hard circles into your clit. It was too much, the added stimulation sent you over the edge, unraveling in his arms. Satoru didn’t last too much longer than you, coming into your cervix only a few moments later. You milked his cock for all that it was worth, cunt still quivering after coming. He collapsed on top of you, breathing hard. “God, you feel so good.” Gojo groaned as he finally pulled out of you.

You chuckled softly as he rolled over to his back. “Really?” you asked as you curled into his side, resting your head on his chest. “Oh Kitten, I promise. No one feels better than you.” Gojo praised as he petted your hair. You smiled constantly. “So do you think I earned my collar?” you asked. “Oh, you earned that and so much more.” Gojo promised.

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Stealing the tags cuz I felt them

I see dabi trending on Twitter and I immediately log tf back out

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God I feel so bad for saying this, but

Has anyone else been actively avoiding MHA lately? Like, the Maga specifically.

It took such a dark turn so fast, and it just keeps getting darker. And, im not personally in the heads pace to handle that right now. I use fiction as an escape, I don't want to be reminded how much everything sucks.

And like, no hate to the story or where it's going. I just dont feel like it's for me anymore. Which, hurts because I loved the manga/anime so fucking much.

Idk. It just feels like I signed on for a mostly light hearted story about children learning to use super powers. Not about the horrific ills of war and how society is collapsing around us and there's not much we can do.

Like, I already live that reality, I didn't want to see my favorite characters also go through it, k thx.

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SCREAMING SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE HIMMMM

Part 1 of 2

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i like to think dabi is probably anemic bc his body was made to handle an ice quirk but since he has a fire quirk and cant handle heat very well, i think he’s probably naturally cold and gets hot very easily; n i dont mean getting hot when he uses his quirk, i mean like when its 67 degrees outside and heat wearing a tee and shorts n he’s like “its getting kinda hot outside”

UR CORRECT ANON !!!!! horikoshi literally just called me and said ur right

i think a lot of people accidentally overlook that his body is made for an ice quirk....meaning he probably runs so fuckin cold. they just see him w big blue fire and theyre like "oh fire !!!! so hes sweaty"....NAUR. intellectuals know that dabi is ice cold to the touch and is always bundled up from head to toe like the little stray wet kitten he is

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FINALLY THE SEQUEL

❀𖧷 Sweet Intoxication 𖧷❀

❀𖧷 Hawks x Reader Pairing 𖧷❀

❀ This is part 2 to Sweet Oblivion! Read P.1 Here

❀ Synopsis:

After the little night shared between Keigo and Y/n, the two seem to find themselves entranced. Keigo a little more than he’d like to admit. To the point where… he wouldn’t mind making a point to his sister in a very sinful manner.

❀ Genre:

College AU, no quirks, drug dealer/Frat boy Hawks kinda, etc.

❀ Content warning:

Scummy Hawks/somewhat fluffy, practically pure smut/Somewhat plot, filth, drug use, oral receiving and giving, tummy bulge, kissing, exhibition, voyeurism, dirty talk, degradation/praise, unprotected sex, masturbation, cream pie, etc.

(Not proofread, sorry!)

❀ Word Count:

24.4k words!

Wind softly pushed your hair back. You leaned your cheek on the dashboard. Looking outside the passenger window. Pushing the button to make the window go up and down. 

Keigo passed you a glance, noticing the way you were shaking slightly. Keigo smiled at you, “Don’t worry, everyone will love you.” He put a hand to the back of your head, caressing your hair. “Just like I do.” You blinked at the road, a small pout on your lips. 

You hated parties. 

“I know, but I’m still-“ 

“Don’t worry, Y/n.” He reassured, annoyed by the amount of times he had said it. “You’ll be fine.” You noticed how he said it through grit teeth. Making you pull up the window all the way. 

You quinted your eyes, biting your bottom lip and slowly nodding your head. Leaning on the car window and sighing, “Okay, fine.” You said in defeat. “I trust you.” You meekly whispered. You looked outside, watching as trees passed by. 

Why did you even agree to come? You didn’t even like parties. 

You thickly swallowed when you knew you arrived at the house. A few young and clothless women sitting down on the lawn. Two people making out on the patio, a few friends conversing, and the everlasting sound of bass booming some random song. You turned away from the window, looking at your phone. Trying to distract yourself. 

You could feel the eruption of butterflies in your stomach. A feeling which you actually hated. However, it was something you had to get used to once you and Keigo officially started dating. 

Keigo parked the car, removing the key and turning to you. Seeing how you were playing with the fabric of your skirt.

This made him deeply inhale, leaning his head back for a second. Then, moving his golden eyes to you, “Y/n.” 

You turned to him, sweet, big, and innocent eyes staring into his eyes. “I promise, you’re going to like it.” He slowly said, “You’re with me.” He gave you an iconic smile, dimples prominent and motivating. 

You just huffed, turning away from him. “And, this won’t be like last time?..” You practically whispered, looking away from him.

Kiego took a moment to respond, his mouth opening then closing. Taking in a deep breath and trying to phrase his words perfectly. “Last time.. Last time was an accident.” He slowly moved his hand to your thigh, giving a reassuring squeeze. “And, after she tried doing that, I shoved her into a pool.” 

You looked back at him, biting the inside of your cheek to suppress a smile and giggle. Nodding your head and pressing your glossy lips together. 

However, that feeling disappeared. “Hawks.” You softly said. 

He hated when you called him that. 

You opened your mouth, pausing before softly speaking. “If anything like that happens…” You bit your lip, slightly bothered to say it, but you forced it out. “..I’m- I’m leaving.” 

“You didn’t bring a car, yo-“ 

“I’ll get an Uber.” You said, big sparkly eyes trained on him. Your voice is sharp despite its soft tone. It caught Kiego off guard. 

It had been close to eight months since the two of you first slept together. And it had been close to six months since the two of you officially started dating. 

Which, you don’t even know how the two of you had lasted that long. It seemed like the only good thing about your relationship was the sex. Sure, the two of you weren’t bickering every day or had absolutely nothing in common. It’s just, it felt like there wasn’t really a romantic connection. 

It kinda hurt your feelings. 

And if anything, it felt like you were holding Keigo back from getting with other women. It felt like the relationship you had with him was a chore for Keigo. Something he had to constantly worry about, when he really didn’t want to. 

Almost as if the only thing holding him back from hooking up with other women was.. he didn’t want to deal with the argument that would ensue between the both of you. And, it hurts. Really bad. 

However, -despite how timid you came off- you always made sure to voice this. 

Despite your kind and slightly reserved nature- you didn’t let him do anything disrespectful to you or your relationship with him. If you felt he was rude or just stupid with emotions, you’d leave. The amount of times you’ve left him on read, threaten to call quits, or even just blocked him on everything was- insane. (Of course, it was always a tear filled experience every time you did so.)

It was only of the things that surprised Keigo once the two of you started dating. 

No matter what, you’ve always noticed Keigo’s questionable behavior towards women. Actually, you’ve gone as far to call him out on it. Called him an attention whore, despite claiming you would never use foul language in your life. (It made you feel dirty.)

Women and Keigo’s action was the reason for many of your disagreements. Of course, you’re still too sweet and kind about it. Despite putting up boundaries and requests you were always extremely sensitive and emotional. Tears brimming your eyes and falling with every word you threw at him. Explaining why his actions hurt or just weren’t… okay. 

 Keigo brought the worst out of you. 

The two of you adored each other, yes.

You two adored the interactions you had together, yes.

Loved the moments you shared together, yes.

Loved the sex, yes.

And it hurt Keigo to see you cry, yes. 

But damn, you were the only person who didn’t put up with Keigo’s bullshit. Which sucked, because you were the only person who he wanted to put up with his bullshit. And, that’s just not you. 

Still…

There were still moments where he wished he just broke it off with you, but he learned to get over those moments. He learned to calm down and express his emotions. Learn to communicate with you and talk about the situation. To help better explain what happened and how next time it could be avoided. 

Geez, look at him! Being a good boyfriend for you!

Of course, it always ended the same way- you lied down on his bed or backseat of his car, looking at him with doe eyes as he fucked your mouth. Legs spread as he split you open with his cock. His tongue licking away the salty tears that fell down your face as you babbled about how good his cock was. 

It was your way of rewarding his good behavior. A way of showing him, talking about emotions and misunderstandings was a good thing. Praising him for speaking to you respectfully and kindly. Your perfect smile and eyes giving him validation. A positive thing. 

So, was he doing it for a good reason?... Debatable. 

But, he was still communicating! And, that’s better than nothing! You surely appreciated both things!

Still… Keigo wasn’t perfect. He still had moments where he’d just shut you up in a different way, rather than communicating. Because, if there was one thing that could make you quiet- it was your lust for Keigo. 

You smiled at Keigo, tilting your head to the side and patting his shoulder. “Okay?” You meekly said, voice slightly embarrassed by bringing it up. 

Unfortunately. This was one of those moments. 

Kiego felt his eye twitch before his hand left your thigh and grabbed your cheeks. Bringing you close to his face and giving you a sadistic smile, his eyes dilated and wide. Trained on you. 

Your eyes were wide, open and darting all over him. Your face is heated up and confused. Then, without second thought he was forcing you into a kiss. You tensed, letting out a small squeak. Fingers flexing as you jumped, trying to pull back only to meet his other hand pressed to the back of your neck. 

Hawks noticed, smiling into the kiss and tilting his head. Keeping his golden eyes open and trained on you, watching the way your shoulders slowly dropped. He just forced you into a deeper kiss. His eyebrows knitting together, eyes sharpening. Watching your every move. 

You gasped, giving Keigo the advantage of inside your mouth. He pushed forward, forcing you back. Swirling his tongue around yours, the small metal bead inside cooling your tongue. Soon enough, your eyebrows knit together, your lashes fluttering closed. Moaning as his hand went into your hair. 

You tilted your head to the side, feeling your body melt into his. Your hands tensed then relaxed reaching for his shirt. Trying to stabilize yourself.  A small moan of satisfaction leaving your occupied lips, “Mhm.” 

Keigo smiled, closing his eyes and enjoying the kiss himself. Feeling as you slowly started to become desperate. Yet, Keigo didn’t give in. He kept the kiss to his pace. Slow and hot. Tongue following yours teasingly.

He pulled away, a small string of saliva snapping as he did so. Keigo gave you a charming smile, taking his hand off you and leaving the other on your neck. Slowly sliding it to your cheek as you tried catching your breath. He tilted his head up, looking down at you with a cocky smile. Then, slapping your cheek gently before speaking. “There you go! Good for you to loosen up.” He reached for the car handle, but felt you grab his wrist. 

“Kei, I’m being serious here.” You leaned over the center conceal, tilting your head and smiling at him innocently. That smile that Keigo loves all too much. “Don’t make me feel like a dummy.” You scrunched your nose cutely, then let go of his hand. Pressing a strand of hair behind your ear. 

Keigo swallowed, blinking at you and fixing his sleeve. Feeling his character slip for a second, because he knew- you were being dead serious. He tried covering up with a nod and charming smile, but you were already looking away from him. Looking outside the window and waiting for him to open the door for you. 

Keigo nodded his head, pushing the door open and walking to your side of the car. Opening the door and standing in front of you. Giving you some privacy once exiting the vehicle. He didn’t want you flashing your panties at random horny boys. 

You slid out of the car, cautious of your skirt. (Which wasn’t even covering anything, to be honest.) Then grabbing onto Keigo, giving him a sweet smile and letting him assist you on getting out of the vehicle. He shut the door, looking at you and smiling. 

A fake smile, but a smile nonetheless. 

It took him a moment, but he finally did muster the courage to speak. “I’ve always wanted to do something like this.” 

You looked at him, tilting your head. Eyes shiny and squinted at him accusingly. “Do what?” You pressed. 

He smiled at you. Pulling you in by your waist. Having you pressed directly to his side. Keigo was bent down slightly, so he could press his cheek to yours. “I’ve always wanted to have a little puppy by my side while I sell candy.” 

You blinked at him innocently, slowly nodding your head. Looking forward and pressing your lips together. You learned to accept Keigo was a drug dealer. However, you couldn’t help but feel out of place when he spoke or sold them. Talking about carts or amounts. You could never wrap your head around it. Nevertheless, Keigo still loved to have you around when he sold them.

Hawks always loved the idea about having his little play thing with him while he sold stuff. Showing off another thing people wanted yet, couldn’t have. Yet, he never did. 

Wait, let me correct myself. 

Hawks had never found anyone to do it with. It was always a matter of no one met up to his standards. Every girl he even considered, has always been at least used somehow. Whether that be because someone’s slept or dated her. He didn’t want that. 

He wanted someone innocent and untouched. Someone no one knew or heard.  Someone no one had. Something just for him and him alone. Something for him to show and tell, like a little trophy. A cute, slutty, trophy of course! 

And then, there you were. 

A pretty little thing made just for him. 

Of course, you fit his expectations perfectly. You had a few imperfections, like constantly bickering at him. But, Hawks still adored you. Far more than he’d like to admit. Even if you were up his ass about his actions and women.

Still, he loved you. 

But, that didn’t matter right now. What did, was selling all the candy on him. And, he really needed to do that. 

❀𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷❀❀ꕥ❀𖧷❀𖧷𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷𖧷❀𖧷

Hawks was… irritated, to say the least. 

The loud music, random people, most of all- Victoria. Hawks couldn’t stand her around friends, let alone around you. Victoria did everything in her power to jab at you. Considering how hung up she was about Hawks. 

And, it was proving to be difficult when you didn’t even know what she was doing was supposed to be bad. How she was purposfully trying to get under your skin for fucking the man she wanted. 

For example;

Trying to give you alcohol, making fun of you when you refused, recalling her and Hawks sexy affairs, calling you adorable, (in a degrading manner) speaking to you in a baby tone, and asking if you’ve done drugs. Then, making fun of you when you said you weren’t much of a fan of them. 

All of which happened in close to an hour. 

Yet, none of it was getting to you. You just had an adorable smile while you happily spoke to her. Making her look like an idiot and asshole. While everyone was absolutely adoring you with every breath you took.

Maybe that was adding to Hawks’ irritation. The fact that you were getting way more attention than he was. With every word and movement you made. Somehow everyone’s eyes were trained on you. Hanging onto every word you were saying. 

The way a crowd of people were listening to every word that left your mouth. Small giggled and “Yeah! I’m a student here!”! While you took sips of your pink lemonade. 

Actually, that part didn’t bother Hawks all that much. What did..

Was men openly talking about how they would fuck you. Trying to get your number or socials. Worst of all, they did it directly in front of Hawks. Like, they were trying to bother him. Actually, they were trying to bother him. 

Of course, you’re an Angel. Quite oblivious to the situation and refusing all their advances and repeating like a broken record- ‘I’m currently in a relationship with Keigo!’ With a cute and innocent smile.

Yet, he couldn’t help but notice the way you hesitated to say that everytime it was needed. How you would press a strand of hair out of your face to better view the men in front of you. Face heating up with every word and praise shot at you. 

Now that was bothering Hawks.

Yet, none of that could compare -or justify- to what Victoria was doing now. Because, for once- she was actually getting on your nerves. She was propped on Hawks’ lap, one leg crossed over the other as she had her head turned to Hawks. Trying to smile cutely. 

Which couldn’t compare to your smile. 

Her eyes were fixated on his gold chain. A manicured hand coming close and playing with it. Her other one grabbing onto Hawks’ arm, trying to keep herself stabilized and close. 

Victoria’s eyes would wonder to you every now and then. Only to see you on your phone smiling innocently or talking to another person with admiration written on your face. You were like a cute puppy. 

One that couldn’t be touched or bothered. 

Which was annoying her. Well, that wasn’t the only thing annoying her. 

Hawks was too. 

Hawks just kept his head to the side, his eyes trained on a random cabinet. Which seemed to be stained with some bleach. Or just whoever painted it did a terrible job. Thankfully it wasn’t his house so he didn’t have to look at it forever. Just until this slut got off of him. 

The worst part was… 

“Keigo?” You kindly asked, keeping your eyes trained ahead of you. Despite there being nothing there. “A-are you going to do something?..” Your voice was so sweet compared to the intent of it. You were obviously embarrassed. Taking a small sip of the strawberry lemonade in your red solo cup. Not bothered to pass him a glance as he spoke. 

Keigo felt a jab in his heart. 

You had to sit right next to him while Victoria was on him. Now, Keigo would shove Victoria off him, he really would. Hell, Keigo would do anything you asked- but…

He absolutely loved the attention. He loved the attention women gave him. Of course, the only person Keigo actually wanted was- you. However, he still enjoyed the time women gave him. Even if he didn’t treat them kindly. 

You knew this. You knew Victoria was trying to bother you. (You had a small grasp of it after a long conversation about women's tricks with Rumi. Even if you still didn’t really get it.) And, you were determined to not let it bother you. A determined expression written on your face. You did steal the man she wanted after all. 

Yet, despite this, you couldn’t help but give him the side eye. Piercing right into his whole being. 

He shivered. 

You looked forward again, feeling a small pain in your chest by seeing this girl on top of your boyfriend. The way he was so casual about it, not caring to do anything.

You bit your bottom lip, stopping it from quivering and feeling your eyes water. You put your elbow on your leg, resting your face in the palm of your hand. Trying to discreetly blink rapidly as you looked away from your boyfriend. You ended up closing your eyes and breathing deeply. 

You didn’t even want to be here. 

You forced a smile and stood up, leaving your cup on the ground and dusting your outfit off. You looked at him smiling, clasping your hands together and saying, “I’m getting an Uber.” And with that, you were walking away. Trying to make yourself smaller as you walked through the crowd of people. 

Hawks rolled his eyes, groaning softly. He grabbed his drink and took a final swig, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Then, trying to see where you went off to. Tilting his head to the side, trying to see if that would help his frame of vision. 

“You know.” Victoria started, making Hawks’ golden eyes snap to her. “You could just forget she existed for a night.” She leaned closer, grabbing his face and bringing it to hers. “I know how up-tight girls can be, so- if you were ever with me. I’d let you do whatever you want.” She smiled, “I’d let you fuck whoever you want.”

Hawks smiled, leaning in even closer. “Get off of me.” 

She smiled, biting her bottom lip and feeling her eyes get heavy. “Make me.” 

His eyebrows shot up, a small laugh leaving his lips. Before he grabbed her face, turning it to the side and giving a taunting kiss on her cheek. He smiled, “I promise you Victoria, you will never be good enough to date me.” And with that, he stood up, letting Victoria drop to the floor and waking after you. Waving goodbye and chuckling at the sight. 

Like he’d ever leave you for a slut like that. 

Hawks walked in your direction, trying to see where you went. Maybe, you already left the house. Yet, it was too soon for an Uber to be here yet. So, you either had to be waiting outside or inside. Obviously. 

Hawks grabbed a random girl, smiling at her and asking- “Hey, have you seen my girlfriend?” She blinked at him, a small blush coming over her features before nodding her head. 

“The girl that was sitting on your lap?”

Damn, that was a slap to the face. 

“No.” 

“The girl you were sitting next to?” 

He grimaced, nodding his head. “Mhm.” 

She pulled back, tilting her head to the stairs. Pointing to it, “I think she's in the restroom or bedroom?..” She bit her lip, “I’m not entirely sure though.” 

He nodded, saying a small thank you and moving up the stairs. His eyes peering at every door.

You sighed, leaning back on the soft bed. Waiting for the Uber app to notify you that your ride was here. Which shouldn’t take too long. Luckily the person actually was coming to this party for another person who ended up canceling. Which was convenient. Actually, the person said that even if you canceled he’s sure another person would request his services. 

Nevertheless, you were still somewhat bored. Playing a random game on your phone while you kicked your feet back and forth. 

“Y/n.” 

You looked over your shoulder, then forward again. Continuing the game on your phone, hearing the door click shut. Then clicking again, Kiego locked the door. 

You squinted your eyes, hurt. Forcing out words as you tried not to cry.“Honey, I hope you know I’m not going back out until my rides here.” 

He nodded, walking the bed and laying down on it with you. Watching as you played this stupid game. “I know.” 

You gave him the side eye, wanting to stay quiet but ended up speaking anyway. “So, why are you here?” You softly asked, hating how rude your question was despite your tone. You hated being mad at Keigo. 

He tilted his head, giving you a kind smile. A fake one, but a kind one. “Can’t I be around my beautiful girlfriend?” 

You cutely huffed and looked back at your phone, pausing the game and opening the Uber app. Trying to see how much longer until your ride was here. You sighed when you saw you still had at least twenty more minutes. 

“Can you give me some space..” you quietly started. “I don't wanna’.. do anything- sexual.” You whispered, going through your phone settings. Which seemed to be so interesting for the time being. 

“You want me to leave?” Keigo asked nonchalantly. Yet, you couldn’t help but notice how his eyebrows were scrunched slightly. Like, he was hurt.

You pressed your lips together, chewing on your bottom lip comfortingly. You slowly inhaled, “No but,” you stopped, trying to think of your words before speaking again. “I know what you’re going to do.” You said. 

Keigo put his hand to your hair, rubbing your head. He scooted closer to you, forcing your noses to touch your screen. Softly asking you, “What am I going to do?” 

You didn’t say anything, just put your phone down. Looking at him with glossy eyes. God, and he was the reason. You sighed and stuffed your face into a pillow. Mumbling a small, ‘You always do this.’ Trying to hide the tears and emotions you were feeling.

Despite the small guilt he felt in his stomach, Keigo smiled and put a hand to the lower part of your back, massaging it lightly. Trying to comfort you. Even if he wasn’t the best at doing it. 

“You apologize like you mean it,” you started, tilting your head up slightly. “Say you love me, how it hurts you to hurt me, and how you don’t mean it.” You pressed your lips together slightly, suppressing the whimpers wanting to escape your throat. “Then you go off and do it all over again. Like,” You shakily inhaled, “Like, I just don’t matter.” 

You rapidly blinked your eyes, “Do I not matter enough? Am I not that..” Your lip quivered, “..important?..”

“Y/n, you know it’s not like that.” He started, moving his hand up slightly. “You’re the only person who-“ 

You laughed lightly, making him pause. You sighed dreamily, enjoying the sensation Keigo was giving you and continuing. “I know why you do this.” You softly said, turning your head so you could see Keigo. “All of our talks or arguments, how you always kiss me when you don’t want to talk.” Your eyes were on him, making him feel small. “How each argument ends the same..” You sighed, letting your eyes wander away.

“I know you do it just because you gain something in the end.” You closed your eyes, feeling them water. Biting your bottom lip to try and suppress the tears from falling. Your throat feels tense because of how it’s closing. However, you still forced your next words out. Despite how much they hurt, “I-I know you’re using me.” 

You stayed like that, eyes shut while the tears you were suppressing fell down your face. Making you feel embarrassed. You couldn’t even express how you felt without crying. 

So much for trying to make it seem like it didn’t bother you. 

It worried you that Keigo didn’t say anything. How his hand stilled and completely left your body after a while. The only sound in the room was the muffled sound of trashy music from downstairs. Honestly, it gave you some form of nostalgia. 

Like, the first time you and Keigo were in a room alone. 

After a while you decided to slowly opened your eyes. Slightly worried he might’ve left, due to his choice of silence. 

Yet, you didn’t. Expect what was the actual reason. 

For once, you saw Keigo. The real side of him. The side he hid away from everyone. The side he hid away from you. 

His eyes were wide and glossy, his lips parted slightly, like he wanted to say something. Yet, he couldn’t find the energy to do it. He ended up closing his mouth, giving a soft heart warming smile and putting his hand on your cheek. His thumb rubbing it soothingly. 

“Y/n.” He softly started, wiping your tears away. Something he only really did when the two of you were engaging in indecent acts. So, to say this reaction was surprising was an understatement. “Ask me how many people I’ve dated in college.” He paused, thinking for a moment. “And highschool.” He said, waiting for your words. 

When they didn’t come he just gave you a reassuring smile. “Go on, this isn’t a trick question.” He reassured, biting back a laugh. And despite you not wanting to- it made you smile. 

“How many?..” You whispered, bring your hand to play with his bangs. Seeing the way he melted into your hand. Which made you hyper aware of how he was acting. 

He slowly inhaled, “I haven’t dated anyone before you.” He softly uttered, “You’re the only girl I’ve ever..” He paused, trying to think of the right words. “Wanted to myself.” He grabbed you quickly, bringing you into a hug. “Call me selfish, sure.” He laughed, “And yeah, I’m not always the best boyfriend with the best intentions.” He smiled, “And sometimes I see some beautiful women and can’t help but-“ 

“You’re losing me Keigo, Honey.” You remarked.

He softly laughed, placing his face into your hair. Making you playfully roll your eyes. “I’m just trying to be honest here, Y/n.” He remarked, making you try to push him away but he just kept you into his arms. Your face pressed into his chest. “Y/n, at the end of the day I know, you’re the only one I want.” He kissed your hair, smelling your sweet perfume. Something that made him feel safe and comforted. 

“You’re the only right thing in my life.” 

You felt your eyes widen, surprised by his words. For the jerk Keigo was, you could confidently say- you didn’t expect him to ever say anything like that. He couldn’t even hold your hand in public without expressing how ‘affectionate’ it was. Now, Keigo was expressing his love for you? 

Where did the Hawks you know go?

You pulled back to look at him, feeling your tears stop. “Really?” You asked innocently, your eyes wide and glossy. Desperation and hope littered in your voice. 

He just smiled at you. A real smile where his dimples were prominent and the corner of his eyes wrinkled. Keigo nodded, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Yes, really.” 

You looked down, smiling to yourself. “Alright, I-I trust you.” You placed your hands in his jacket, hugging him. Hearing his heart beat in his chest. Humming once you felt his hands hug you back. Engulfing you into a nice warm hug. 

“Y/n?” 

You took a moment to look at him, enjoying the sweet act between the two of you. Then, finally tilting your head up at him and smiling. You could feel his heart speed up slightly. 

“Mhm.” 

“Nothing,” He brushed a piece of hair out of your face. “Just wanted to see your face.” 

He just brought his head closer to yours, making you instinctively close your eyes. Waiting for him to kiss you. Except, it never happened. You slowly opened your eyes, your face burning with embarrassment. 

“Why would you-“ 

“Can I kiss you?” He said, making you seize your words. Your eyes widened, blinking at him dumbfounded. “You’re really pretty and- I just really want to kiss you.” 

You parted your lips, smiling. “Who are you and what did you do with my Keigo?” You felt your eyes flutter as his hands landed on your cheeks, cupping your face and bringing you close to his face. 

“Y/n, please. Can I kiss you?” You felt the lower half of your stomach turn. His breathy and almost whiny tone hitting a part of your brain you didn’t know existed. Seeing the way his face was dusted in red. The tips of his ears are burning in the same color. 

You felt a shiver move down your back as you but your lip, nodding your head. “Yes, mystery man. Please kiss me.” You thickly swallowed, feeling him press his lips to yours. Feeling his hands continue to caress your face, his lips moving in perfect syinc with yours. 

You don’t know if you were dazed or losing your mind but, you could’ve sworn you heard Keigo moan. A soft and whiny moan. One of desperation and accomplishment. Like, he had never kissed you before. His lips moved quickly against yours, tasting the sweet drink on your lips. Contrasting perfectly against the bitter alcohol he was drinking not too long ago. 

He pulled back, eyes fluttering with a dreamy feel. A soft content sigh leaving his lips. He had a goofy smile, “Have I ever told you how good you taste?” He pressed a quick kiss to yours lips, “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” 

You smiled, feeling your skin heat up. “Stop, Kei.” 

His eyebrows shot up, “Kei?” He softly questioned, putting his hands to your waist and pulling you closer to him. “That’s new?” You rolled your eyes playfully, running your hands over his face softly. 

“What? Can’t a guy just tell his girlfriend how much he lov-“ 

His eyes widened. 

So did yours.

Once again, the room fell silent. The only thing to be heard with the muffled music from down stairs. Your cheeks burning as you thickly swallowed, trying to supress the smile on your lips. Unfortunately, you were failing miserably. “You love me?” 

“Y/n, don’t.”

“Is that what you were going to say? That you love me?” 

Now Kiego’s cheeks were burning. 

“I- ignore me.” 

You shook your head quickly. “I could never ignore you.” You pressed your lips to his, slowly moving your lips. “I love you too.” You softly stated. 

He suppressed a smile, mumbling a small and pathetic, ‘I love you’ back. Then continuing to slowly make out with you. Swirling his tongue around yours as he softly groaned. Enjoying the way you ran your hands through his hair. 

“God, you’re-“ He said in between kisses, “you’re incredible.” 

You shook your head, continuing to kiss him. Softly moaning into the kiss. 

For some reason -no reason in particular- Keigo couldn't stop thinking about you. The way you laughed or cried. How you moaned or whimpered. Gripping onto his body with your arms or legs. It made him insane. 

All the could shoot through his head was the word-

Mine,

You were all his. His to do whatever he pleased. If he wanted you to leave, you would. If he wanted you to cry, you would. If he wanted you to cum over his cock, you would. If he wanted to fuck you infront of his friends, he would. 

Because you were his. 

Sure, Keigo knew it wasn’t healthy. He’s never been so attached to a person. He thought he was broken at first. In some weird childish way. 

So, he tried fixing it. Of course, it wasn’t the best thing he could’ve done. It was the reason behind many of your arguments. Keigo trying to figure out if he was broken or not. Which, happen to include speaking to different women, playing with their hair, caressing their face, and or talking to them in an enticing tone. 

Don’t worry, Keigo’s never fucked any of these women. Which actually could have worsened it. He didn’t fuck any of these women… because he didn’t want to. He never found himself wanting to. 

He always found himself thinking back to you. Wondering what you were doing or thinking. Was he obsessed with you? Was that healthy? 

To the point where he couldn’t even imagine himself fucking somone else. It grossed him out. Hell, even porn grossed him out. He could get off to a picture of you smiling with friends. Which was-… weird..

So, all those arguments about him talking to other women or flirting with them? Yeah, just him making sure he wasn’t broken. I mean, he still thinks he is. Only finding you attractive. Yet, he felt everything clear up once he saw you walk away earlier today.

The way you tried to pretend like Victoria didn’t bother you. The way she was so close to him. Playing with his hair and white t-shirt. Getting closer than necessary to tell him something. Giving you the side eye everytime Keigo just let Victoria do whatever. 

Yet, seeing you walk away with your eyes glassy. That cleared everything up for him. 

Keigo wasn’t broken, he was in love. And also obsessed. 

With you and only you. It was unhealthy. Keigo knew this. 

He knew it wasn’t a good combo. 

But, you didn’t need to know that.

You smiled against his lips, giving a final kiss and pulling away. Giving him a knowing look, “What’s up with this whole-“ you gestured your hand over Keigo playfully, “attitude change, what did you do with my beloved Hawks go?” 

Keigo raised his eyebrows, his iconic cocky smile coming over his lips. Sharp canines flashing at you. “Dove, he’s right here.” He said, grabbing the back of your head and gripping onto your hair. “And he’s dying to get a taste of your lips.” 

You raised an eyebrow, feeling his hand snake down from your head. “I mean, aren't you doing that already?” 

His eyes sharpened, golden eyes darkening. His attention trained on you and only you. “Oh no, your other lips.” He had a cocky smile, making your thighs come together instictly. And from his lewd comment. 

You pouted slightly, turning your head to the side playfully. “I think I liked the other guy who was begging me to kiss him.” You softly said, fluttering your lashes at him. Making him melt into you. 

Keigo kissed your nose, “Y/n, I promise you you’ll get to see him again but..” he trailed off, running his hands down your body. Landing them at the small of your waist. 

You tilted your head curiously, “but?…” you questioned. 

You could see the way his eyes dilated. “Please, let me eat you out.” He said, his tone slightly more whiny than normal. He sat up, grabbing the back of your neck and lifting you up with him. “Actually, I am going to eat you out.” He slowly said, “For however long I want, and you’re just going to spread your legs and take it.” 

You felt your pussy grow with desire, desperate to have him closer to you. Your eyes are growing lidded. You bit your lip, meekly nodding. Following him up. 

He slid off the bed, placing one foot to the ground and keeping his knee off the bed. Keigo pushed a piece of hair out of your face, leaning close. Your noses are practically touching. “Because, at the end of the day..” He said, a kind smile on his lips. “You’re mine. Mine to look at, mine to touch, mine to kiss, and most importantly mine to fuck.” He slowly got off the bed, watching as your eyes followed his body. 

Burning with desire and need. 

He laughed, watching as your body naturally followed him. Sitting at the edge of the bed and pressing your legs together. Looking at him with innocent eyes. Eyes he loved to corrupt.

God, he was obsessed with your eyes. The way your pupils were blown wide. Small breathy moans leaving your lips as you were eager to know what he was going to do next. Your back is arching in his direction. 

He took off his jacket, placing it on the bed and kneeling to the ground. Parting your legs slightly. Just enough so he could be in between them comfortably, looking up at you with his golden eyes. Then resting his head on your thigh, stealing a look at your panties. 

“You know,” He started, “I love your voice.” He said softly, taking his left hand and trailing if on your thigh. His fingers are light and soothing.

You swallowed, nodding your head. Feeling slightly embarrassed. “I like your voice too.” You meekly said, still not entirely used to Keigo’s compliments. Your eyes are turning away. 

He smiled at you knowingly. “I know, everytime we fuck I can feel you tighten around me when I call you a slut-“ eyes directly looking at yours. “My slut.” You could admit, when Keigo had a cocky smile and dimples decorating his face. You could feel your knees give in. You thickly swallowed, feeling your pussy flutter. 

He kissed your thigh, running his nose softly against your skin with each kiss. Lightly peppered closer and closer to the place you wanted you most. He felt his mind swirl with desire, growing full with the thought of you and only you. How you would grip onto the sheets and beg for his tongue. Breathy moans leaving your glossy mouth every time he sucked on your clit. 

He wished he had a vibrator. He would make you cry if he had one of those. 

His pupils were blown wide. His cock strained against his pants as he slowly inhaled. Smelling your essence. Wanting to stroke his cock by the mere sight of you. He could get off by looking at you alone. He pressed his lips to the cotton of your panties, giving a hard lick with his tongue. 

He smiled against you, seeing as you jolted. “You always smell so good.” He softly said, “You always taste even better.” He moved his hand to palm his cock, stifling a groan. Trying to relive some built up…

Watching as you slowly lowered your body to the bed. Trying to get comfortable. Closing your eyes and keeping your focus on Keigo. The way he felt, smelt, everything to a nine. 

Which made him continue, pulling your panties down a line of slick snap. He smiled and returned to your pussy, blowing on it. Making you jolt up. Not ready for the sudden temperature change. 

You pouted, pressing your knees together. Opening your eyes and saying, “Can you..” 

Keigo slapped your thigh, shushing you. “Wait, Honey.” He kissed where he slapped, suppressing a laugh as you whimpered. “All good things come to those who wait.” 

You softly sighed, leaning back on the bed and trying to get comfortable again. Letting your knees fall open so Keigo could be more comfortable. He kissed your clit, then slowly licked your slit as a thank you. Enjoying the way your legs twitch in each other's direction. Naturally wanting to close shut. 

You thickly swallowed and let out a soft moan. Feeling the way you tried shutting your legs. Of course, you slowly relaxed again. Closing your eyes. Letting your hands wander to his hair. 

Keigo groaned at the sensation, leaning into you. Reaching for his belt and then unbuttoning his pants. Feeling the restriction on his cock loosen. Trying to help the hard on from not being so uncomfortable. 

Could he get off? Would you let him? 

Would you let him fist his cock as he ate you out? Because he really wanted to do that. Cum when you didn’t get to. Pulling his mouth away from your cunt to mess with you. 

He’d much rather fuck you. 

Yet, at the same time- he really just wanted to make you feel good. Only you. He closed his eyes, softly moaning into your cunt. Placing his lips on your clit and softly sucking. Rubbing the palm of his hand on the tip of his dick. Holding his breath. 

His tongue swirled around your clit then entered you. His eyes rolling to the back of his head due to your taste. His free hand rubbing his cock from the outside of his underwear. 

You let out a small ‘hmp!’ Feeling his thick tongue slowly split you apart. His nose nuzzling against your clit perfectly. Kiego put his hands on your thighs, continuing to make out with your cunt. Taking his left hand and placing his middle and index finger in between his face. Making a ‘v’ shape and pulling your lips apart. Allowing his tongue to go deeper inside you. 

You laid on the bed, feeling tears brim your eyes. Biting onto your bottom lip as you tried suppressing the broken moans and whimpers threatening to leave your lips. Clinging onto a white pillow while your eyes rolled back. Feeling a buzz come over your clit every time Keigo sucked in it. 

His tongue leaving and entering. Leaving you a twitching mess. You felt your clit burn with pleasure, it shooting through your body as it became too much. Your toes curling as you arched your back. Legs trying to squish together but Keigo’s big hands pushing them apart. 

Making you take every piece of pleasure he was giving you. Even if it was too much. 

His tongue swirling inside of you while hot tears fell from your face. Your moans are muffled by your hand over your mouth. Keigo wasn’t a big fan, but decided it’d be better considering he didn’t want to think with his cock just yet. 

Still, he took his right hand off your thigh. Pushing his thumb to your clit, rubbing slow circles. taking the other one and pushing his fingers inside you. Running his tongue in the new motion. His golden and darkened eyes watching the way your body violently jolted. Your toes curling as he smiled against you. Like this, you were just open. Couldn’t do anything but take his tongue deep in you. 

Keigo didn’t know why he liked eating you out so much, but he did. 

There was a first time for everything. 

He liked how it sort of took away from him. Caused a build of denial to his own body. Something that made him so much more anxious and eager. Suddenly trying to cut corners or take away from himself. He didn’t know if it was a way to punish himself for everything he’s done while giving to you, but in the end- he always loved the build up. 

Loved the way he got so desperate he humped the bed or the air. Desperate to please himself. Slightly whining into your cunt becuase he wanted to fuck you so bad. And you just felt so fucking good. Even if you weren’t sucking his cock. 

You deeply groaned, tilting your head back and feeling your body tense. Your legs shaking as you felt yourself getting closer to your finish. Keigo’s eyes glancing at the way you jolted, feeling you tighten around him. Making him stifle a groan. 

You whimpered, forcing soft words out of your mouth. “Kei’ I’m gonna, I feel…” You tilted your head back, “I’m..”

“I know,” he said, spreading your open again. Forcing his tongue on your hole before returning his mouth on your clit. Sucking it while letting his fingers do the work. “Just, relax.” 

You twitched, leaning back into the bed and going limp. Feeling your mind blank from the pleasure and then squirting. Your breath stilling as your eyes rolled back, tears falling down your cheeks. Your hands gripping onto his hair, making him groan. 

Keigo felt his eyes flutter shut, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. His body shutting down as he did his best collecting everything you gave him. It felt so good. Moaning as you tugged onto his hair and brought him closer to your cunt. His eyes rolling back and tearing up. It felt so fucking good. 

That’s when Keigo paused. No, he froze. His eyes shooting open and dilating to small pupils. 

You noticed, immediately pulling your body up and looking at him. Your eyebrows knit together showing your concern. Keigo looked… horrified. Did you do something bad? 

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment, tears brimming your eyes as you said a meek and concerned- “w-what’s wrong?..” 

Keigo’s eyes met yours. Only for a second. 

Then, pulling away. Kissing your ankle and grabbing your panties, slowly dragging them over your legs. Covering you up and giving a playful -but slightly hard- slap to your pussy. Making your yelp in surprise and sensitivity.

Suddenly your tears were falling. Why the hell did he give you that look? 

Yet, it all made sense from the words that left his mouth. 

“Honey, I just came into my pants.” 

The tears stopped. They were still falling down your face but they stopped. 

“What?”

He smiled, laughing loudly. “Honey, I just fucking jizzed my pants from eating you out.” 

You let out a small noise. Something you didn’t know how to describe. Amusement, bewilderment, flattery, maybe even shock? Something along those lines before you were giggling. 

It was Kiego’s turn to be embarrassed.

He put his hand on your face, harshly shoving you as you continued to laugh. 

“What?” You could hear how embarrassed he sounded. It was so out of character for him. 

It was cute. 

You moved in, hugging him from behind. Placing your head on his shoulder as he turned the other way. Allowing you access to kissing his neck. You giggled against his skin, feeling the way he shuttered. “Nothing, Honey.” You softly said, your voice was so sweet making him look back at you. 

Nothing in the world would have prepared him for the next thing you were going to say. 

“It’s actually really..” You looked away, skin heating up, “..hot.” 

He could feel his dick getting hard again. 

You didn’t notice, or just decided not to. 

“Hey, Keigo?”

“Yeah?” 

You smiled and kissed him. “Uhm, I’m kinda craving strawberries and cream.” You glanced down, letting your hands wander over his body. Slightly embarrassed by the words leaving your mouth. “Think you can give me both?..” 

Oh, you were going to get so fucked.

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You laughed, running a hand through your messy hair and then clinging onto Keigo. Messily stepping over your feet to your house. Allowing him to laugh with you and press a kiss to your lips. You giggled fondly and handed him your keys. 

He laughed back and opened the door. Hushing you loudly as you walked inside the house. Clearly out of it. You just giggled, shouting a very loud and happy- ‘Rumi!” 

Kiego forced a smile, feeling his body freeze. 

Oh fuck. 

He needed to leave. Like, right now. Either that or Rumi would fucking kill him. And, he didn’t really want to deal with that. Although, a part of him did want to stay and mess with his little sister. It’s what big brothers did after all.

He ended up choosing against it. He was too tired. 

Keigo turned on his heel, heading to the door but- unfortunately, Rumi was already behind him. Arms crossed over her chest as she stared daggers at him. If looks could kill, he’d be six feet under. 

How the fuck did she even get there? 

He just smiled at her, extending his arms like he wanted a hug. 

“Sis!” He cheerfully said, “Long time no see! How've you been?” 

“It’s 3 am.” She slowly started off, walking towards him. Making him take a step back. He kept smiling cockily, looking down at her. “Where the fuck have you been with Y/n?” 

He shrugged, “I don’t know, a party?” He said nonchalantly. Checking his watch, and looking at the time. He totally lost track of that. “Somewhere away from you.” 

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I doubt Y/n see’s it like that.” She smiled fondly, almost cockily. “I mean, I am the woman she comes home to everyday. Aren't I?” 

“Yeah, but you’re not the once she begs to fuck everyday.” He quickly spat back, feeling venom and annoyance bubbling inside him. God, he wished he could shut Rumi up.

Rumi glared at him. Before her eyes drifted to the side. 

You popped out of the kitchen, random chip bag in hand as you beamed- “Dude,” You blinked once, and looked at the bag in your hand. “These potato chips are so fucking good.” 

Keigo didn’t even need to glance back at you. “Honey, those are gummy bears.” 

You tossed a gummy bear at him, which completely missed him. 

“No,” You slowly said, slowly bringing the bag of gummy bears in front of your face. “Pretty sure these are potato chips.” 

Keigo chuckled but quickly covered it with a cough once he saw Rumi. He looked to the side, putting his hands in his pockets. “We were just out having fun.” He said. Slightly bothered by his sister’s inability to loosen up.

Your eyes locked on Rumi. Running to her and capturing her in your arms. You giggled, nodding your head and pressing your head into her neck. Rumi always smelled amazing. Something sweet and rich, almost like a sweet vanilla. You always thought her scent perfectly matched her hair. 

You pulled back, smiling at her. 

Rumi shook her head at Hawks. “So you fucking drugged her to do that?!” Rumi practically yelled. Hands moving to your arms as she tugged you into her chest. Engulfing you in another hug. You ended up face planted in her tits. You tensed for a second before immediately relaxing. 

Hawks rolled his eyes at that. Secretly watching the way you melted into Rumi. That annoyed him even more. Maybe even made him a bit jealous of Rumi. He wanted you in his arms. 

Everytime Hawks dropped you off, Rumi always had shit to say. He could never just drop you off. There was always a big fight about it. 

“Look sis.” He said, tilted his head to the side. 

“Don’t fucking call me that.” 

He raised an eyebrow, raising his hands defensively. 

Believe it or not, Hawks hated speaking with Rumi just as much as he loved it. He loved getting under her skin. It slightly eased the tension. It slightly eased his annoyance. Only slightly.

 But right now, he was just really annoyed.

“She asked me!” He grit, “She’s old enough to think for her fucking self, Rumi!” He yelled, hands raising. “She’s not a kid who needs to be told what to do.” His teeth were grit, his eyebrows furrowed together. 

You laughed, looking at Rumi and nodding. Pressing your finger against her nose, letting out a small ‘boop.’ A little oblivious to the conversation happening. You were just happy to be there.

And you just wanted to sleep. 

Rumi huffed, looking at your frame. Completely ignoring what he said, “Where the hell are her clothes?!” 

Hawks sighed, running his hand over his face. Whispering a small, ‘Fuck me.’ Rumi was so controlling. And, the worst part was, she probably didn’t even know it.

“She’s wearing them.” He said slowly. His eyes moving up and down your body. It was something he couldn’t help but doing once the topic was brought up. 

“She’s practically wearing a bra and panties! This skirt isn’t covering anything.” Rumi grabbed your face, smiling at you. “Doll, go upstairs. We can watch Star Wars.” 

Your eyes lit up. A big smile coming over your red stained lips as you straightened out. Pulling down your skirt and fixing the strap on your shoulder. Pushing a strand of hair away from your face and saying a sweet. “Okay!” Before walking up stairs, waving a good-bye to Keigo. 

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your clumsiness. Tripping on one of the steps. Glancing down to see if anyone saw you and giving a weak and embarrassed wave once you did. 

Keigo smiled, before turning his attention back to his sister, glaring at her. “Could you not.” He said, scowling at her. “Be happy I even let her fucking live with you.” He seethed, “I’m not an idiot I know you’re probably fingering yourself to the thought of her.” 

Rumi’s jaw dropped. “Really?” She said, “You wanna go there?” She said, a hand on his chest shoving him back. “I’m the one she comes home to, in the end I’m the one she’s going to choose.” Rumi smiled. 

Hawks smiled back, “Right, that’s why I have her bouncing on my cock while you finger yourself in the next room.” He was rolling his eyes, “Don’t you think I don’t know that.” He took a step in front of her. “Sis.” 

Rumi felt her eye twitch. “Hawks she’s only dating you ‘cause she wants to feel alive.” Rumi tilted her head up, “The moment that feeling disappears, the moment she truly wants a future, she’ll leave.” She pushed him out of her face, walking to the stairs and standing at the first step. “I’m pretty sure you’re not the man she wants to marry.” Rumi started to make her descend up the stairs, when Hawks spoke. 

“I beg to differ.” He said. 

Rumi let out a small amused laugh, glancing over her shoulder. “Don’t fool yourself, Brother.” She turned her body to him. 

“I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want to be married to a worthless drug dealer.” 

Hawks didn’t say anything. Just clenched his jaw, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Staring daggers at Rumi. Watching the way she so contently tried making her way up the stairs. 

He felt something in him snap. 

“Hey, Rumi?” 

“What.” 

“I’m going to fuck Y/n infront of Shigaraki and Dabi.” He said nonchalantly. “In fact, I’m going to send a video of me fucking her in front of Shigaraki and Dabi.” He said, not losing eye contact at any moment. 

And, suddenly he got sick satisfaction from her reaction. 

Rumi looked mortified. 

He laughed, “What? Not into that?” He said, “I have a video of her sucking my dick if you’d rather have that.” He said, a sick proud smile on his face. Dimples prominent and taunting. 

“You’re a sick fuck.” 

He laughed, shrugging his shoulders and walking up the stairs slightly. Seeing as you were sitting in the loft, trying to find the Star Wars movies. He pushed Rumi back, enjoying the way she physically contorted from his touch. 

He looked at you fondly. “Y/n?” He said, singing it out loudly enough for you to hear. 

“What are you doing?..” Rumi slowly questioned, trying to compose herself. Trying not to throw up.

Hawks looked down at her, whispering- “Trying to get that video, that’s what.” 

You turned to Keigo, blinking at him and nodding quickly. Letting out a sweet and innocent “Yes!” You said, way too enthusiastic than Rumi would’ve preferred. That made him almost feel bad for what filthy thoughts were rushing through his mind. 

He said it anyway. 

“You wanna sleep at my house tonight?” 

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Hawks clenched his teeth, hands gripping your hip as he pulled you back into his cock. Pressing your face to the wall and forcing his hips into yours. Bullying his cock into your tiny hole. Teeth biting his bottom lip as you moaned out in bliss. Unaware of the whole ordeal he was setting up. 

Unaware of what he was doing. 

Now, to set up the situation, we have to go back a few hours. When the two of you just arrived at Kiego’s house; 

Dabi was sitting on the couch, typing something on his phone. Most likely texting a random girl he hooked up with. Not bothering to look up while Shigaraki was watching a movie. Taking a moment to glance at the door, you, then back to the screen. 

You tilted your head, looking at them. Trying to observe the two. 

Dabi was wearing gray sweatpants with a white wife-beater tank top. His tattoo decorated body on full display for you to look at. His hair looked wet and messy, the roots being white while his hair being dyed black. 

Shigaraki was wearing a random Queen shirt and black sweats. His hair tied up so it was out of his face. Pink Hello-Kitty lighter in hand while he lit the cigarette in his mouth. The pink flame made you giggle. 

He tossed it to Dabi. Making him lighting up the cigarette in his hand. A similar -amusing- sight. 

It had been awhile since you had seen -let alone spoken- to them. You did a polite wave and took off your shoes. Taking a small peak at what they were watching before Keigo grabbed your hand. Slowly leading you to his room.

You took this time to look at his house. It was neat, decorated nicely, smelled wonderful, (despite the actions Dabi and Shigaraki were doing) and most importantly- clean. How? You didn’t know. 

 Keigo pushed open his door and entered the room. Pulling you inside and flicking on the light.

Surprisingly, the room was really nice. (It also smelled just like Kiego.) It was neat and simple. A bed, TV, drawer, closet, and other simple things. The bed was decorated in dark sheets, pillows matching, and a cute and simple bird plush. It made you smile. 

You plopped yourself on the bed. Reaching for the stuffed animal. Holding it in your hands and smiling. It had a long neck and was decorated in red feathers. A gold chain around his neck and some small boxers. You placed it back down on the comforter and looking at Keigo. 

He smiled and opened up the drawers, pulling up a white shirt. Then throwing it next to you. More specifically at your face. He snorted, saying a small- ‘Change into that.’ He reached for another drawer, pulling out some shorts and tossing them at you. This time in your hands. 

He stood up, shutting the drawer with his foot. “Meet me downstairs, I’ll be having a drink.” You nodded, and with that he left the room. Shutting the door quietly behind him. 

You blinked and stared at the door for a while, before sighing and slipping off your shirt. Trying to glance at the underwear you were wearing.

Keigo sighed and walked into the living room, waving to his roommates and going to the fridge. Grabbing a random beer and popping it open. Taking a sip and looking at the TV screen. 

Shigaraki gave him a look before returning his gaze to the TV. Trying not to stare for too long. He didn’t feel like speaking to anyone right now. 

Unlike Dabi.

“Since when did you start bringing girls back to the house?” Dabi said, tilting his head back and peering at Hawks. Raising an eyebrow. Hawks noticed how his phone was no longer connected to his hand. 

“Dabi, you already know the answer to this question.” He said, keeping his eyes on the screen. Not wanting to give Dabi the reaction he wanted. 

Dabi let out an amused smile, laughing lightly and shrugging. “You're still with her?” He looked forward, taking a drag of his blunt. Letting out a puff of smoke and closing his eyes. “Damn, you’re a better man than me.” He raised the blunt, “Sucks to be stuck with one person but, whatever you want man.” 

Hawks rolled his eyes, taking another sip of his beer. “Once you find the one, you don’t think like that.” 

“Really?” Dabi said condensely. Suppressing the laugh building in his throat.

He nodded, “Yeah.” Hawks responded. He took another sip, feeling his pupils dilate. “She’s..” He shook his head, cutting himself off. Not wanting to spill his heart out to his very self-centered roomate. 

“She’s what?” He asked, malice dusting his tone. He laughed condescendingly, “She’s different?” He mocked. 

Hawks felt his body bubble with annoyance. His eye twitching as he clenched his teeth, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. He didn’t bother to check it. He scowled at Dabi, scoffing and forcing another sip of his beer. Trying to ignore the words rising in his throat, trying not to give into Dabi’s antics. 

Before a realization hit him. It made him laugh. 

An important thing to mention was Hawks’ ability to insagate. It was a hidden guilt of his. 

So, that’s what he was going to do now. 

Especially since he wanted to- send Rumi a special video. 

Hawks tilted his head, giving an iconic smile. “Dabi, just say it.” He cooed mockingly. Letting his golden eyes follow him.

“Say what? Hawks?” Dabi said, pushing himself off the couch and walking to Hawks. Wanting to punch the cocky smile on Hawks’ face. “Tell me, what am I supposed to say?” He asserted. 

Hawk took another sip, smiling at him.

“You’re jealous.” 

Dabi rolled his eyes, taking another drag of his cigarette before pressing it down on the marble counter. Giving a half laugh, half scoff. 

Dabi licked his teeth, feeling himself scowl about to let Hawks have it when a hand pressed on his back. Making him flinch from the unexpected touch. It was cold yet.. small?

You poked your head to the side and looked at him smiling. “Dabi!” You said cheerfully, making him turn his attention to you. “It’s good to see you again!” You brightly said, hugging his side and pulling back and looking up at him. Allowing him to get a good look at you. 

You were wearing a large white shirt. Obviously one that belonged to Hawks. His eyes drifted down, only to snap back up to your face. 

That was the only thing you were wearing. 

How the hell did Hawks let you wear something like that around other men? Around men like Dabi and Shigaraki. 

You looked at him with a confused look, extending your hand and rolling it in his direction. Silently asking him to reply to your words. 

Dabi forced a smile, “It’s good to see you too, Y/n.”

You kept your smile and nodded your head. Gripping onto your shirt and looking at the other blue haired male in the room. You waved at him, “Shigaraki.” You greeted in a similar fashion.. 

He raised his hand and acknowledged you silently. You smiled, walking to the couch and leaning on the frame. Watching the film playing. Making polite conversation with the sky haired male. Trying to be as polite as possible as he explained the premise of the movie.

Hawks tilted his head, peering at your cute pink panties. His eyes glanced at Dabi, seeing he was doing the same thing. Not as obviously, but still enough to notice. Hawks bit the inside of his cheek, annoyed that dabi was looking at you. 

Dabi glanced at Hawks, seeing he was looking at him. Mouthing- ‘Jealous.’ Dabi threw the cigarette blunt at him. Shaking his head annoyed. 

Hawks smiled, “So, you’re telling me you don’t think Y/n’s attractive?” He took a step in his direction, keeping his voice down. “You totally weren’t staring at her ass right now, right?” He questioned, keeping his smile. “You don’t want to fuck her,” Hawks’ golden eyes were now glaring at Dabi. “Right?” Hawks made sure to keep his voice down, not wanting to catch your attention. 

Dabi didn’t say anything for a second before scoffing. “Hawks.” He started, “Y/n is a random girl who you’re smitten for.” You peered over your shoulder at the mention of your name. “She’s not hot shit. She’s just annoying and clingy.” He glanced at you then Hawks, shrugging his shoulders. “Not everyone wants to fuck her.” 

Hawks smiled and lifted his beer to him, a mocking ‘cheers.’ Watching as Dabi walked off to his room. Passing you a glance and waving. By your hurt expression, he knew Dabi did it condescendingly. 

Hawks looked at Shigaraki, “Would you?..” He trailed off, letting Shigiraki come to the conclusion of the rest of the sentence. 

Shigaraki smiled, chuckling lightly. “Is that an offer?” 

Hawks looked at you, seeing as you were still pouting at what Dabi said, you body faced in his tattooed roommate's direction before answering. “Somewhat.” He slowly remarked. 

Shigaraki shrugged his shoulders, “Then, yeah.” He got up, walking to the backyard. Turning his head to Hawks, “But, I don’t think you’d let me.” He opened the sliding door and screen. “I’m going outside to finish this.” He held up his cigarette. “I need air.” 

Hawks didn’t object, just shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention to his almost finished drink. It wasn’t even good, Dabi just bought it and he wanted to bother him. Which he did somewhat succeed at, in a different way no less. Yet, it didn’t feel as rewarding as he thought it would.

You pouted and nodded your head. Saying a soft, ‘Okay then.’ Looking back at the screen and hearing him close the sliding door. You took this opportunity to speak to your boyfriend. 

“I..” You sighed softly, “I don’t think your friends like me.” You meekly muttered, slightly hurt by both of the interactions with Dabi and Shigaraki. More Dabi than Shigaraki. You looked at Keigo, keeping that hurt and bothered expression. “I’m sorry.” 

He smiled at you, pushing you playfully and grabbing your hip. Then, pulling you to his side, pressing a kiss to your head. “Naw, don’t be.” He reassured, “Dabi’s a hard person to like.” 

You looked to the side, feeling your eyes gloss over. “B-but, he said-“ 

Keigo laughed, “I know what he said.” He leaned down on the couch, silently offering a sip of his beer. To which you soundlessly declined, shaking your head and pushing the drink away softly. Scrunching your nose in disgust. Keigo laughed, “Believe it or not, Dabi’s not a good liar.” He placed the side of his head on yours. “He likes you way more than he lets on.” 

You wiped the back of your hand on your face. Looking at him with wide and somewhat hopeful eyes. Smiling brightly, “Really?” 

He nodded, letting out a small ‘mhm.’ He finished his drink, walking to the kitchen and tossing it in the trash can. “And, I promise.” He began, making you turn to look at him. Leaning your back on the couch and placing your leg over the other. Making your hip and thigh ratio insane. 

Keigo couldn’t help but notice, “By tomorrow night, he’ll be all over you.”

Your eyes lit up, making his heart leap out of his chest. You jumped up quietly, your hands coming together as you tilted your head. “Really?! You think he’ll like me?” You were smiling innocently. Not realizing the extent of Keigo’s statement. 

He wondered how the hell you were giving him the best head and could still smile -let alone look at him- like that. You were so oblivious. 

It was weirdly cute. Scrap that, it was cute.

Keigo nodded his head, walking to you and grabbing your hands. Brining it to his lips and placing a small kiss on your knuckles. “Yeah, I think he’ll like you just like I do.”

Your shoulders came up, your eyes crinkling as you smiled thoughtlessly. Nodding your head eagerly and following him into his room. Explaining how you still wished to watch Star Wars. Or that new series Obi-Wan Kenobi. Even going as far to ask Keigo if Dabi liked Star Wars.

Keigo laughed, pushing open his door and shrugging. Allowing you inside in the room, and glancing to the door to the left of him. Seeing it was cracked open, lightly illuminated by a blue light. It was Dabi’s room. 

Which was odd considering he always went out of his way to close and lock his door. It made him scoff. Slightly amused by Dabi’s interest to listen in on his conversation with you. He wasn’t too bothered, in fact- he was going to give exactly what Dabi wanted in a sense. 

If Dabi wanted to eavesdrop, Keigo would let him. 

Dabi grabbed the gatorade on his bedside counter. Taking a sip and hearing Hawks door click closed. He shrugged and continued to scroll through his phone. 

Dabi was never a big fan of Hawks. He always tolerated him, since he was his roommate and dealer. That’s why he was constantly trying to get under his skin. Just overall make his perfect life a little more… exciting. As he liked to call it.

So, when word got around Hawks was dating you. His first girlfriend ever. He couldn’t do that anymore, well he tried. But, he couldn’t really do that considering he was always out with you. 

Honestly, at this point, he couldn’t even annoy Hawks. Hawks seemed to be so far off and happy. He wasn’t bothered. Which made dabi.. bored. 

He sighed, scrolling through his phone. Trying to occupy himself with Tik Tok. 

When he heard a femine giggle. It sounded like you. Which made him slightly annoyed. He forgot how thin the walls were in his shared apartment. Dabi just tried ignoring it, taking a small glance around his room for some headphones just in case your giggling became too loud.

Suddenly, you did become loud. 

Hawks clenched his teeth, hands gripping your hip as he pulled you back into his cock. Pressing your face to the wall and forcing his hips into yours. Bullying his cock into your tiny hole. Teeth biting his bottom lip as you moaned out in bliss. Unaware of the whole ordeal he was setting up. 

Unaware of what he was doing. 

Smiling as he shifted his eyes to the wall that separated his and Dabi’s room. Grabbing your legs and pushing them against your stomach. Hearing the way you squealed in pleasure. Now, this was exactly where he wanted to be. 

And, this was the perfect way to get Dabi and Shigaraki interested in you. 

Hawks did love instigating. 

So, that’s where we continue from before; 

Dabi sighed and searched his room for his noise canceling headphones. A frequent friend of his back when Hawks was single. It had been awhile since he actually needed to use them. Actually, it had been a few months since he needed to use them. So, it was safe to say his attention to where he kept them started to dwindle. 

Which really sucked for the situation that was happening now. 

Dabi wasn’t a pervert. 

He kept reassuring himself. Feeling his cock harden in his pants. His hand twitched as he heard you softly cry. 

Dabi felt his eye twitch, lifting his sheets and opening random drawers looking for these damned headphones. Until he stopped, standing in the middle of the room and sighing in defeat. Letting the back of his legs hit the edge of his bed and sitting down on the cool comforter. Leaning his head on the wall and closing his eyes. He felt his eyebrows come together. Hearing the way you slowly groaned, pressing your face against something as you muffled slightly. Dabi groaned, thickly swallowing at your voice. 

You were so intoxicating. 

He hated to admit it, but it was true. 

His hand moved to his hair, running his fingers through it and spreading his legs. Man spreading on his bed. Opening his eyes and keeping them on the ceiling. Trying to ignore the painful boner in his pants. 

Trying to ignore your echoing moans. 

The way you were sobbing quietly, yet encouraging Hawks to keep going, and saying profanities he didn’t even know you knew. It felt like your face was pressed against the wall, moaning loudly so he could hear. 

Almost like, you wanted him to hear. 

Is that what you wanted? You wanted him to fist his cock to the thought of you? Did you want him to fuck his hand to the thought of you? To the sound of his roommate fucking you? 

Is that what a slut like you wanted? 

Dabi palmed his throbbing cock. Looking at the window in his room. Glancing at the headphones resting on the windowsill. He blinked a few times, letting out a satisfied hum. His hips twitching forward. 

He winced, closing one eye and keeping the other one open. An almost pained expression washing over his face while he kept up with the action. Having a small mental debate in his head whether he should grab the headphones. 

He was leaning to yes-

“S-stop! S’to much! Can’t!..” You groaned loudly, making his face heat up. His hip lurching forward unintentionally as he grit his teeth. Not liking how his body was reacting to his roommate fucking his girlfriend. 

God, maybe he was a pervert. A sick man who liked to get off on girls who sounded like they were losing their mind on cock. Stretching their cunt and crying over the pleasure. Mind blanking with nothing but simple phrases and a mantra of their partner’s name. 

Seeing them squirt and moan uncontrollably just because it felt that good. 

Fuck, now he had to take care of his problem. A very uncomfortable and bothersome problem. One he really didn’t want to deal with. 

Dabi bit the inside of his cheek, reaching down for his sweats. His massive cock pressing an outline against his sweatpants. Hooking his fingers around the waist band for both the pants and his underwear. Allowing his cock to spring free. 

He winced, his shoulders jumping from the weird sensitivity. It had been awhile since he’d felt like that. 

He was already really hard. His mind clouded with arousal. His dick dripping with pre-cum, his tip blushed red. Throbbing from your goddamn voice. Honestly, how pathetic of him. Why was he so… infatuated with you? 

Well, infatuated enough to fuck his hand to the sound of you. 

Maybe it was because of Hawks. Always coming home and boasting about how great you are. Not even sexually, just as a girlfriend. How you were one of the few people to say ‘no’ yet, still made him feel good. Shit like that was rare for Hawks. 

He hated to admit it but Hawks was right. Dabi was envious of him. He wanted someone like you. Maybe that’s why he craved you so much. Maybe that's why he wanted to stroke his dick to the sound of you crying over Hawks’ cock. 

Because deep down, he wanted a girl like you. A girl who made him want to settle. And maybe, just maybe, you were that girl. 

Dabi took in a breath and held it. Trying to prepare for the sensation that was to come. 

He grabbed the base of his dick and instantly tried to stifle a groan. Biting onto his lower lip and feeling his eyes shut instantly. His tip was sensitive and wet with precum. Giving him some lubrication to slowly stroke his cock. For some reason, he didn’t want this to end just yet. 

He moved his hand up and down, tilting his head back and letting out a strained moan. Trying to stay as quiet as possible. He knew he wouldn’t be able to live down Hawks’ taunting if he found out what Dabi was doing. 

Dabi grunted, “F-fuck..” Suddenly feeling a whimper bubbling in his chest. 

Now, Dabi wasn’t completely proud of his next actions but- he did it anyways. He turned his body to the side, leaning the side of his head on the wall. Pressing his ear against the cool surface. 

Desperate to hear your voice. Desperate to hear you absolutely lose yourself. He was so filthy. 

You parted your wet lips, “H-hah! Kei-“ You panted, enjoying the way Keigo pressed the spongy spot inside you. “So- s’good! Right there!” You moaned. Arching your back and jolting forward with every thrust of his hips. 

Dabi’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. High off the sound of your voice. Moving his hand up and down his cock in a slightly faster speed, the lewd noise of him stroking his cock echoing off the room. Adding to the indecent noises from next door. 

He grabbed the bottom of his tank top, lifting it to his mouth and biting onto the soft fabric. Making it easier for him to move his hand up and down his cock. Feeling his mind starting to blank slightly. Tilting his head back bucking his hip up into his hand. Whining softly as he tightened his hand, his expression changing into a grimace. Slightly pained by the feeling. 

Jesus, why was he so sensitive? 

Why was he so depreate to fuck you?

Imagining the expressions you were making. The way tears were falling down from your cheeks because the pleasure was too much. Or how you looked when sucking cock. Were your eyes still shimmery then? When a dick was stuffed deep in your throat.

What about when his cock was stuffed in your small cunt? What expression would you make then? What noises would you make? Would you cry and beg him to stop because it just felt too good?

Dabi imagined that you desperately grab at the sheets, trying to ground yourself from the building sensation within your belly. Running his tattooed arm under your frame and lifting your hips up. Allowing him to fuck you better. 

Your moans making him laugh. 

He’d press his mouth to your ear. Whisper all types of filthy things he’d like to do with you. Whisper praises and horrible degrations about how much you loved his dick 8 inches inside you. He’ll go as far to mock the sweet moans leaving your mouth. Making sure to never allow you a moment of relaxation until he was done with you.

Because you’d take everything he’d fucking give you. Like a good, sweet, and innocent little thing. 

Dabi felt his mind blanking, imagining you in front of him. Forcing your leg up, pressing his big hand on your thigh. Stretching your leg and allowing him to split your pussy around his cock. Grinning down at you while degrading you. Saying a mocking line of, ‘So much better than that small dicked Hawks.’ And he wouldn’t let you come until you admitted it. 

He moaned, dropping his body down in the bed. Arching his back into his hand and groaning. His lower stomach tightening. 

Feeling his sense of reality and pleasure mush together incoherently.

Shigaraki rubbed his eye, pressing the buttons of his ps5 controller in a pattern. Trying to eliminate the person he was playing against in Mortal Kombat. Laughing as he finished the person. 

He decided enough was enough and left the game. Grabbing his phone and clicking onto a message he got not too long ago. Replying to the person.

It was his ex from a month ago. Begging for a second chance. He rolled his eyes and typed a very simple, ‘no,’ before tossing his phone back on the bed. Despite his roommates, he wasn’t a big fan of hook-ups. He never saw the benefit of them. 

He didn’t like sleeping with random girls he found at parties. Despite how attractive they might’ve been. He’d much rather sleep with a girl he’s known for awhile, or had sexual tension with. It just made the act so much more satisfying in his eyes. 

That’s why he didn’t outright refuse to sleep with you. Admittedly, he considered it when the two of you first met each other, but then he got into a relationship. Which killed any motivation to do so. 

Which leads back to how Shigaraki knew you. 

Well, Shigaraki had always noticed you. Whether that was because you were walking to class or sitting in the back. It wasn’t because you were cute or mysterious or anything. Always wearing pajamas to class or drawing random things on your tablet. 

No, that wasn’t the reason he noticed you. 

It was because you always asked for a pencil. And not any pencil, a simple, sparkly, and pink mechanical pencil. You always refused the transformer mechanical pencils, you had to have the simple and boring ones. 

And why did you ask for one? 

Because you used it as a hair stick to put up your hair. 

That’s why Shigaraki knew you. He thought it was the weirdest thing, but soon found himself watching every time you did it. Slightly intrigued by the odd way you did your hair. You always laughed when you saw him watching. Turning your back to him and slowly doing your hair so he could ‘learn’ how you put up your hair.

Soon enough, the two of you would sometimes sit together. You would give a quick debrief on the topic the class was going over if Shigaraki didn’t get it. Which he greatly appreciated, since it wasn’t always so quiet at his house to study. (With his roommates constant ‘guest’ at the time.) 

He was actually quite fond of you. Enough to know your name and what you wore at least. He considered asking you on a date, but that’s when his girlfriend at the time asked him on a date. 

And, that’s how he knew you. 

And, also.. now the obvious. You were Hawks’ girlfriend. Hawks’ only girlfriend throughout college and highschool. Which was shocking to everyone at the school. 

So, you could imagine how surprised he was once he found out. Then, imagine his surprise when you two dated for over a week. Hell, over a month! Imagine how Shigaraki felt when Hawks brought you home. 

It was odd, but he was glad he wouldn’t have to hear the random sex noises in the middle of the night from Hawks’ special ‘guest.’ He still had Dabi to deal with, sure. But- hey, baby steps. 

Key word; Was glad. 

Shigaraki reached for his headphones, peeling them off his ears and instantly freezing. His head turned to the left wall. Again, it wasn’t odd for this sound to occur. 

Like he said before, he never had interest in random hook-ups. He’d always end up feeling a bit gross when hearing those noises. Opping out to putting his headphones back on and watching a movie. Or just playing a random video game he downloaded not too long ago. It’s what he did for every random girl being as obnoxious as she could. 

But, you weren’t a random girl.

You were a girl Shigraki knew. Liked, even. 

So, maybe that’s why he found it so… hot. 

Like, really fucking hot. 

Hearing the way you pleaded for more, desperate to have more. 

He placed his headphones down. Turning off his monitor and walking to his bed. Peeling off his shirt and tossing it somewhere in the room. (He could honestly care less.) Then flopping down on his mattress. Pressing a strand of blue hair out of his face and sighing. 

He felt his dick throb at a certain small word you muttered. 

“Wait-wait.” You said, squealing softly. But, by the sounds of it, Hawks didn’t stop. “C-can your h-hah! roommates hear m-me?” 

You stopped shoving your face into some sheets, muffling yourself. “S-s’good, fuck. Keep g-going, please!” You begged. 

Shigraki felt his sanity shatter. Little pieces scattering over his room as he palmed his cock. Pressing his ear to the wall without a care. Because, deep down, Shigaraki was a pervert for women like you. Or, just you as of now. 

He shoved his hands down his pants, closing his eyes as he stroked himself. Spreading his legs and bending his knees. Shoving his pants down and continuing the motion. Groaning. 

He pressed the back of his hand to his mouth. Trying to muffle his moans as he continued. Pumping his cock as he bit his hand. Breathing heavily through his nose. 

Shigaraki was somewhat of a pervert. 

Keigo groaned into your neck, biting into your shoulder to stifle his moans. He just needed his roommate to hear you, not him. Yet, he found himself constantly thinking back to what Shigaraki said. 

‘Shigaraki smiled, “Is that an offer?” 

Hawks looked at you, seeing as you were still pouting at what Dabi said before answering. “Somewhat.” 

Shigaraki shrugged his shoulders, “Then, yeah.” He got up, walking to the backyard. Turning his head to Hawks, “But, I don’t think you’d let me.”’

It was true. 

He didn’t want his roommate to even touch you. He was having trouble with doing this. Having his roommates hear you.

So, how the hell was he going to allow them to watch you.

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Keigo stirred in his sleep. Groaning as he opened his eyes. Feeling you press against his chest, arms wrapped around his torso awkwardly. He scoffed playfully, grabbing his phone and checking his notifications. When the text from yesterday caught his attention. 

He groaned, realizing it was from his Dad. 

Shit.

He sighed, pulling himself away from the bed and giving you a kiss on the head. Clicking onto his Father’s contact and walking out of the room. Slowly closing his door and pressing the call button. 

He bit the inside of his cheek, hearing his phone ring. Until his Father finally picked up. 

“Keigo!” 

He nodded once, forcing a smile from habit. “Father.” He dully responded, leaning back on his door and waiting for his response. 

“Don’t be like that, son!” 

Keigo licked his teeth, stifling a mocking laugh. “Just tell me what you need, I’ll go do it.” 

“What? I’m just checking up on my son, can I not do that?” He asked condescendly, “Did you finally get a nice girl to bring home.” 

Keigo didn’t respond, it's not that he didn’t want to- it’s just he didn’t know how. He's never had a girlfriend when he lived with his parents. He wouldn’t know how to say it, let alone admit it. 

His Father laughed, “I’m not hearing a no. Bring her around sometime, Son-“

“What do you want, Dad.” Keigo grit, trying to keep his cool. “‘Cause’ I know you don’t call your deadbeat son for no reason.” He laughed, “That seems more like a Rumi thing.” 

His Father laughed, but it was an obvious fake one. “I need you to grab some things for me, think you can do it?” 

Keigo thought for a second, “Depends, last time you had me ‘grab some things’ I ended up in the middle of a big drug deal.” He laughed, “Don’t think I want a gun pointed to my head again. I actually have something to live for now.” His mind flashed to you. 

“So you do have a little lady! How charming.” He forced a happy tone, “but no. It’s not that this time, just some papers I need to be picked up.” 

Keigo sighed, nodding his head. “Sure, I’ll go pick ‘em up for you.” He pushed himself off the door, entering his room again and grabbing a random black shirt. Trying to dress himself decently. 

“Great, it should take you 2, maybe 3 hours max.” 

Keigo mentally noted that, awkwardly placing his shoe on and leaving his room again. Shutting the door behind him and shooting you a text. 

“Alright, just text me everything you need done.” 

Keigo sighed, “Great, see ‘ya soon.” 

And like that, the phone call ended. He sighed, grabbing his keys and walking out of the house. This shouldn’t take him too long. He was just hoping he wouldn’t get shot at this time. 

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You sighed, pressing your forearms on the bed and lifting your head up. Blinking your eyes open and yawning. Reaching for your phone and checking the time. 

1:14

“Geez, how long was I out?” You whispered, wiping your eyes clean. Trying to wake your body up and sitting up on the soft bed. The sheets falling off your frame, making to reach for it again, Wrapping it around your shoulders. 

When your eyes landed on text on your phone. 

Keigo

‘Hey, I’m going out to do some work for my dad. Help yourself to anything in the house, love ya.’

You smiled, looking away and feeling your cheeks heat up. You just sent back a simple text. Then, looking around the room for a random shirt. Trying to make yourself decent before searching for a restroom. 

You pushed yourself off the bed, grabbing a shirt off the floor and placing it on the bed. Also, trying to locate your panties. You gave up and reached for your bag, pulling out a clean pair of underwear. A black lacy bra with matching panties.

You were originally going to change into them when you were going to return home. But, considering you didn’t know where your panties were -and you wanted to wear a clean pair- you decided to change into them. 

You placed them on your body, then grabbed the big white shirt slipping it over your bare frame. Walking to the door and slowly opening it. Peaking your head out and checking if the coast was clear. You nodded to yourself and continued your adventure for the restroom. 

Standing on your tippy toes and making sure not to make too much noise. Reaching for the restroom and slowly pulling the door open. Walking inside and shutting the door slowly. You sighed a breath of relief, placing your forehead against the door. 

“Mission accomplished.” 

“Really?” 

You yelped, putting your hands up and towards the person behind you. Trying to block whatever was in front of you. You blinked a few times, laughing as you lowered your hands. 

“Dabi!” You stated, smiling brightly as you pushed yourself off the door. “What are you doing here?” 

His eyes went back to the mirror in front of him. Raising the white fluffy towel from around his neck to his hair. Trying to dry it. You noticed how it was slightly stained back due to his hair dye. “Uhm, it’s my restroom and house.” He looked at you smiling, “If anything, I should be asking you that question.” 

You giggled, pushing yourself past him and pointing to the toilet. “Just have to use the restroom.” He nodded, looking back at the mirror and continued to dry his hair. Grabbing a bottle off the counter and squeezing it in his hands, rubbing it into his hand and then running it through his hair. Ignoring you. 

You blinked, tilting your head. “Are you going to leave? I need to use the restroom..” 

He looked at you, laughing. “What? Are you going to take a shit?” He looked back at the mirror, reaching for another bottle. 

You felt your face heat up as you awkwardly looked to the side, muttering a small- ‘No.’ Trying to ignore his nonchalant persona.

He smiled tauntingly, “I promise I won’t look.” He cooed.

You scoffed, peeling off your underwear and sitting on the toilet. Beginning to do your business. 

Dabi loudly laughed, “I was joking but, okay?” 

You were mortified. 

“I like it. You got balls kid.” 

You finished grabbing some toilet paper and wiping yourself. Saying a soft -and embarrassed- “don’t call me that.” Then pulling up you underwear, walking to the sink and standing at his side. Washing your hands. 

“Good morning, Dabi.” You added.

He gave you a look. “Doll, it’s like an hour past noon.” 

You giggled, shaking your hands. Trying to get them dry. “Good afternoon, Dabi.” 

He laughed, shaking his head and replying- “Good afternoon, Y/n.” 

You tilted your head up, looking at him. Flicking some water in his direction and speaking, “Are you just a jerk to my boyfriend, or is it a ‘don’t talk to me past 12 am’ thypa’ thing?” 

Dabi didn’t like your boyfriend. You, fortunately, weren’t your boyfriend. He could tolerate you. (I mean, he was stroking his dick to the sound of you not too long ago. The least he could do is actually be nice.) And, you were pretty enjoyable to talk to. 

So far. 

Dabi looked to the side, pretending to think. “It could be both.” He opened the door, allowing you to walk outside. You thanked him and turned around, peering at him while the two of you walked. “And, I just don’t really like your..” He cringed at the word. “Boyfriend.”

“Really? I lov-“ you cut yourself off, feeling your face heat up from the look Dabi gave you. “I adore my boyfriend.” 

“Good for you.” 

You giggled and followed him into the living room. Except that’s where the two of you seperated. You went to the pantry trying to locate a bottle of water. While Dabi went to the couch. Sitting down and grabbing the remote. 

Ignoring Shigaraki’s protest about how he was already watching something. He didn’t care, just changed the channel to something he would enjoy. 

You found a bottle and sipped on it. Grabbing your phone and texting Keigo about food. You offered to get an Uber and make something. Since you were slightly in the cooking mood. (Also, it was something you and Rumi did frequently. So, you learned to be quite a good cook.) 

Keigo just offered to bring something to the house. You declined, not wanting to spend any more money this week. He did already take you out somewhere nice a few days ago. 

You leaned on the counter. Continuing to talk about dinner with your boyfriend. Trying to come up with a money safe idea.

Dabi moved his eyes to Shigaraki, biting the inside of his cheek. Taking small glances in your direction.

A white oversized t-shirt, (which belonged to Hawks.) draping to the mid of your thighs. But, due to the thin material he could practically see your black lacy bra underneath. 

He’s pretty sure Shigaraki was staring at the black panties that matched. Two very different perspectives. 

It was interesting. 

You were eye candy, something for him to look at. And you cooked. You were really good at cooking, -something Hawks had always raved about- and Dabi wanted to try one of your dishes. 

He grabbed his phone, replying to a conversation he ghosted last night. Ignoring Shigaraki getting up and walking to you. 

“What’s on the menu for dinner?” Dabi said, not looking away from his phone. He should probably tell Hawks you're making food or something.

Shigaraki nodded, going into the pantry and grabbing a water of his own. Standing behind you while you spoke. 

You looked up from your phone, intrigued. “Well, what are you guys feeling?” You asked, taking a moment to look at Shigaraki then Dabi. Trying to acknowledge them both. Smiling the whole time. 

Dabi thickly swallowed. 

Shit.

Dabi didn’t expect that. His eyes went off his screen then back to it. “Uhm, steak? Maybe?” 

You texted Hawks about making steak. You smiled when he agreed with the dish. “Do you guys even have steak?” You looked to the side, thinking for a moment. “Oh! And texan bread?” You asked, going to the refrigerator and opening it. “Do you guys have Texan bread?” 

You were beaming, practically jumping in your spot at the idea of making food. Having people try your food! You’ve always wanted to share your skills!

He blinked at you, slowly nodding his head. Caught off guard by your enthusiasm.

Shigaraki pointed to the freezer, “Yeah, it’s in the freezer.” He took a sip of his water, watching as you walked to the freezer. Peeling open the door and looking inside. 

You finger going up and down lightly, checking if they had all the main ingredients so far. You pouted seeing that the door wasn’t tenderized. 

Dabi’s  eyebrows squished together. Okay, now, he was confused. “Wait, you’re actually going to make it?” He placed his phone down, turning his head over the couch. 

You looked from behind the freezer door, tilting your head. “Yeah? I mean, you asked, why wouldn’t I?” Your tone was sweet, a smile matching it. He wondered why you were so positive. “I love cooking for my friends and family.” 

You were friends with Dabi?

You were friends with Shigaraki?

You blinked a few times, thinking. “Oh!” You softly said, “Did you guys want to help?” 

Suddenly you were ecstatic. 

“Wait! Want me to teach you how to make the best steak! Me and Rumi perfected a recipe!” You leaned forward, grabbing the stuff and placing them on the counter. “I even taught Keigo how to cook the perfect steak!“

Shigaraki laughed, “I’m down. Beats sitting around and getting high.” 

You clapped your hands together lightly, nodding your head. Excited. “Dabi?” You asked, turning to him and tilting your head. 

He sighed, pushing himself off the couch and talking into the kitchen. “Sure.” 

You smiled and nodded your head. 

“Okay! Time to get dirty.” 

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You reached up on your tippy toes. Reaching for something on the top shelf of the pantry. Trying to reach for some seasoning. 

You huffed, pressing your heels to the floor again. Placing your hand on your hip and pouting.

Who was the idiot who made the shelf’s so high? 

You considered climbing the shelves for a second. But, the idea of falling or even breaking the shelves due to your weight dashed through your head. Both of which would be incredibly embarrassing. 

You reached for it one more time. Jumping up and trying to grab. You knew the earth was messing with you when your fingers grazed the bottle. You landed on the ground, rolling your eyes and groaning. 

You turned over your shoulder, looking back into the kitchen. Nibbling on your bottom lip and peaking your head out. Peering at the two men in the kitchen, grabbing a few things for the meat. 

You felt slightly embarrassed to ask, but softly called- “Shigaraki?” Making the male turn his head to you, nodding softly. 

“Can- could you help me grab something?” 

He stifled a laugh, “I’m pretty sure there’s a step stool in there.” 

You should’ve just took your chances climbing the actual shelves. That was way more embarrassing. 

You looked back in the small room, eyes scanning over the room and looking for the step stool. When you couldn’t find it you peaked your head back out. 

“Actually, I’m pretty sure Keigo broke it.” Dabi added, looking at Shigaraki.

Shigaraki laughed. “Shit, my bad Y/n. Yeah, let me just help you out.” He placed the bag of bread down. Whipping his hands on a towel and walking into the pantry with you. 

“So, what’s troubling ya’?” He casually voiced. Looking around the small room for a second. Trying to guess his own question. 

You smiled sheepishly. Standing in front of the item and pointing at it, turning your head over your shoulder. “That one.” A bottle at the top shelf. 

Shigaraki laughed. Nodding his head and walking forward. 

You were about to move out of the way when his hand landed on your shoulder. You silently gasped, keeping your body forward as Shigaraki pressed his front to your back. Reaching up and grabbing the item you wanted to receive. 

You felt your eyes widen, face burning with embarrassment as you kept your face forward. Trying to ignore the male behind you. 

You could feel his chest right against your head. You could smell the body wash he used and a faint burnt ash smell. Maybe it was from the cigarettes. 

His hand followed the curve of your back. Moving to the small of your back, smiling as he lowered the item. 

Shigaraki brought the seasoning in front of your face. Lowering his head so it was close to your ear and grinning. “Here.” He shook the seasoning in front of you. 

You swallowed quitely, keeping your hand pressed to your side. Embarrassed by the close proximity between the two of you. You blinked once, running your tongue over your lips. 

You turned your head in his direction, noses already touching. Shigaraki’s eyes widened in surprise. Unaware of how close he was to you.

“Thank you.” You whispered, feeling your lips part. Your eyes moving over his face. 

He did the same. “Yeah, no problem.” His eyes went to your lips then back to your eyes. Memories from last night flashing in his head. 

Your sweet voice tainted. The way he wished he was the one making you cry in ecstasy. Pumping his cock and wishing you were underneath him. 

He thickly swallowed, moving his hand to the side of your waist. A silent gasp leaving your lips from the sensation. 

You nodded, taking a step back and feeling your back press against the shelfs. Keeping you aware of how small the space was. Maybe how big Shigaraki was. 

He placed the bottle on a much lower shelf. Moving the other one to cup your cheek. Bringing you closer to his face. You felt frozen, letting out a quiet and embarrassed. “Uhm..” 

You felt his nose touch yours.

“Did you get it or not?” Dabi shouted, “Or do you princesses need help?” You could hear the sarcasm dripping in Dabi’s voice. 

It helped you snap out of it. 

Because a part of you wondered if Dabi knew what was happening. And, that scared you. What would Keigo think?

Suddenly you were extremely aware of what you were wearing. How thin the material was. How bare you were in a house full of men. Should you be worried?

Shigaraki and Dabi weren’t threats like that. They didn’t even really like you. They tolerated you. 

At least I think so. 

That’s also another reason you were making food. To get on their good side. You used your left hand to press the white shirt against your body. 

“Thank you for grabbing the bottle for me.” You softly said, pressing your hand against his lips softly. Tilting your head and smiling awkwardly. It kinda looked like you were embarrassed. 

He blinked a few times. Realizing what he was doing. 

Oh shit.

Two things flashes in his head. 

One being- Damn. 

The other being- I’m so fucked if Y/n tells Hawks this.

He pulled back, not knowing what to say. “Uh, yeah.” He cleared his throat. “Yeah, it’s the least I can do when you’re making us food.” He forced a smile. 

You could tell it was forced. 

You smiled back, nodding your head and pushing yourself away from the shelves. Grabbing the seasoning and walking out of the room. Giving him a final glance. You passed him a friendly wink, trying to get him not to worry. 

You didn’t want him to freak out over a small accident. 

A small accident. 

“C’on, I’ll teach you my secrets.” You cheerfully said, putting a thumbs up and glancing at Dabi. He was busy setting out the meat. 

Thankfully.

Shigaraki took a moment to regain himself. Running a hand through his hand and laughing silently. 

What the hell. 

❀𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷❀❀ꕥ❀𖧷❀𖧷𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷𖧷❀𖧷

Keigo laughed at Shigaraki, watching as he struggled to drink the alcohol he bought. Dabi stifled a laugh, trying not to embarrass him further. 

You weren’t a fan of drinking, so you didn’t want to actually sit at the table. 

So, you sat on the couch, legs crossed as you watched the movie playing. Distinctly listening to the conversation happening in the kitchen. 

Keigo got home a while after you finished eating. Which you kinda’ felt guilty of, considering you didn’t wait for your boyfriend to eat. Dabi and Shigaraki were at the table finishing their meals. While Keigo just started his. Which was kinda amusing to hear.

You heard your phone loudly ‘ding!’ Making you reach for it and check the notification. 

My smart bunny <3

You smiled, letting out a small laugh and unlocked your phone. Pulling the screen down to see your notifications. You silently read the message. 

‘What time you coming home tonight? Should I get food?’

You blinked a few times. Processing her words. 

When were you going home? Actually, you were using the only clean pair of underwear you brought. (And, you have no clue where the other pair went.) Also, you really wanted to take a hot shower. So, you really needed to get home. 

You tilted your head back, glancing at your boyfriend. “Uhm, Kei?-“ You softly said, trying to get his attention politely. 

He looked at you, nodding his head as he cut into his meat. Placing the juicy piece in his mouth while listening to you speak. 

You watched as the other boys looked at you. You felt your face heat up, almost embarrassed to say it in front of Dabi and Shigaraki. Considering it could come off as rude.

“Uhm, I don’t have any more clean clothes- and kinda’ need to shower..” You softly said, “So, I was wondering when you were going to drive me home.” You giggled, scratching your cheek as you awkwardly smiled. 

He smiled, a hidden panic flashing through his eyes. Keigo needed to complete his goal today. Or he wouldn’t be able to send Rumi that special video.  So, he had to think. And he had to think fast. 

“Uh, you can use my shower.” He got up from his chair, pushing it back with his legs. A honey smile on his lips while extending his hand friendly. “Here, let me grab you a shirt-“ 

Shigaraki quickly cut in, looking at the laundry room. “I actually just washed some of my shirt, so she can wear something straight out of the dryer.” Dabi silently gave Shigaraki a look, wondering if he meant to jab at Hawks. 

You smiled and nodded your head, about to accept his offer when Keigo spoke for you. “Yeah, it’s okay.” He said, pushing his chair in and walking to his room. “As her boyfriend I want to take care of her, even if it’s something simple like a shirt.” 

Dabi chuckled, looking at Shigaraki and smiling. “Damn, didn’t think you had it in you.” He pushed his chair out, “Anyways, I kinda’ wanna’ freshen up.” He waved at Shigaraki, getting up and walking to his room. He quickly shouted over his shoulder- “You can shower after me!” Before entering his room and trying to grab something clean for him to wear once he was done showering. 

You ended up in the restroom. (You ended up using Dabi and Shigaraki’s restroom in the morning.) Waiting for Keigo to bring you a clean towel and clothes. You sat on the toilet lid, kidding your feet back and forth. Listening to the shower run and watching the mirror fog. 

The door opened, Keigo walking into the room and closing the door behind him. A dimpled smile brightly shining at you while he raised the items in his hand. Showing you what he was holding. 

Two towels. 

You giggled and stood up, wrapping your hands around his neck. Pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. “Is this an offer?” 

Keigo poked his cheek with his tongue, looking to the side. Letting his hands wander to your ass, grabbing it and slowly running them up his back. Lifting your white shirt. 

“Of course.” 

❀𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷❀❀ꕥ❀𖧷❀𖧷𖧷❀𖧷❀𖧷𖧷❀𖧷

The air was fresh, the living room smelled of fresh coconut. Your hair was damp along with everyone else in the room. An old show playing on the TV.

You softly giggled as you nodded your head. “Right? I didn’t even know people actually did drugs until I went to highschool.” 

Dabi laughed loudly, “Really? I think I was doing Molly back in middle school.” 

You didn’t exactly remember what Molly was but, you distinctly remember Keigo telling you something about it. Maybe, it was the drug you took when you two first got together. 

“Dabi, I’ve been meaning to ask.” You said, pointing at his arm. 

He looked in the direction you were pointing. Immediately smiling knowingly. “Shoot, Doll.” 

You smiled, “Do you have any more tattoos, like hidden ones?” You asked. “I’ve been wanting to get one with Keigo so, I’m kinda curious.” 

Dabi’s eyebrows raised, suppressing a smile as he glanced at Hawks. Who was directly behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist. 

“Yeah, I do.” He tilted his head, “I can show you if you want.” 

You nodded quickly, excited to see more of his inked skin when Keigo spoke up. “No, s’it okay Dabi. You can tell us about them later.” He smiled, flashing his white teeth at him. 

Dabi followed, “No, Keigo. I think she really wants to see it.” He said, licking his teeth as he scrunched his nose tauntingly. 

Shigaraki took a sip of his water, raising his eyebrows. Pressing the white fluffy towel to his wet hair. He was starting to feel like this conversation wasn’t about tattoos. 

Keigo felt his eye twitch. “Dabi, she’ll see it later. I promise.” Keigo enjoyed the way Dabi’s face dropped for a second, utterly confused about what he was talking about. “Now, drop it.” He forced a smile, placing his chin on your shoulder. Wrapping the big blanket around you two. Trying to cool down. 

You giggled, shrugging your shoulders as you placed a small kiss on Keigo’s head. Leaning on it while looking at the screen. Laughing silently at the joke played on the screen.

You jolted, feeling Keigo’s hands tracing your thighs. You quietly yelped, feeling him pinch you. He smiled against your neck, shushing you quietly. You sighed and nodded your head, suppressing the noise bubbling in your throat. 

You awkwardly shuffled against Keigo. Feeling the way he nuzzled his nose against your bare neck. Sending nice shivers down your body to your…

You glanced at the other two boys in the room, scared they may be watching you. You noticed that they had their attention on the screen of the TV. You sighed in relief, leaning back into his chest and trying to silently tell him to stop. 

You patted his hand, clasping it in yours. He smiled against your skin, running his tongue up your neck to your ear. Pressing a taunting kiss as he squeezed your hand. Making your body heat up. 

“Kei!” You whisper shouted, smiling at Shigaraki when he passed you a glance. Keigo smiled. 

“What? They don’t care.” He pressed another kiss to the nape of your neck. You straightened up, sticking your hand out the blanket and waving at him. Forcing a smile. 

Shigaraki gave you a look before nodding his head and waving back. Slowly turning his head to the TV. Giving Dabi a soft shove in your direction. Trying to silently tell him what was going on between you two.

Dabi already knew. He just gave a quick glance, keeping his eyes on the screen. He didn’t want to stare too long. 

“Y/n?” He whispered, mkaing you peer over your shoulder. 

You nodded your head, pouting slightly when looking at him. 

Kiego smiled, running his tongue over his teeth. “Can I have kiss?” You could feel your eyebrows mush together in confusion. Slowly turning to face him and nodding your head slightly. Opening your legs and straddling him, wrapping your arms around his neck and awkwardly smiling. 

You tried to remind yourself, ‘they don’t care’ as you leaned into Keigo. Fluttering your lashes shut and kissing him. His hands hitting your waist and bringing you closer to his body. 

You tensed feeling his tongue circle yours perfectly. A small muffled yelp leaving your lips as you jumped in surprise. Your body immediately melting into his body. Enjoying the way he gripped your hips and forced you to move against him. 

His eyes opened, shooting at Dabi and Shigaraki. Who were taking small glances in your direction before looking back at the TV screen. Not wanting to stare for too long, yet wanted to watch the scene unfolding next to them. They wanted to see you unfold. 

Keigo smiled, pinching your waist making you yelp. Pulling away as you cutely glared at him. “Why’s you do that?” You expressed, rubbing the spot with the palm of your hand. 

Keigo smiled and shrugged, biting the corner of his bottom lip to suppress a laugh. 

You giggled and leaned back. Glancing at the other boys before feeling his hands dip under your arms and hold your back. His lips coming to the center of your neck, kissing over the smooth surface while he lowered his hands. Moving them to your hips as he bit your neck softly. Encouraging you to grind against his dick. 

You didn’t mind, just started to crave the suppressed moans he let out when you grind your hips into him. Your hands gave him silent praise as you massaged his arms, encouraging him to continue. Your head tilting to the side to make it easier for him to kiss you. 

A certain roll of your hips made you yelp, Keigo’s neck kissing coming to a stop as he did it again. Smiling knowingly against your skin as his golden eyes moved over your skin. A soft moan leaving you this time. His lips ghosted your neck, making you shiver in response. “Do you like that?” He whispered, running his tongue up your neck. You blinked a few times, Keigo’s hair tickling your face. You nodded your head, not saying anything. 

A chucke left him, as he kissed the center of your collarbone softly. “C’on, use your words.” Your mind went blank for a second as his dick rubbed against your clit, your hips stuttering for a moment as your hands gripped him a little harder. “I’ll promise to reward your good behavior, lovely.”

For a moment you almost pulled away, that sentence seemed a little too real for your liking, but you ignored it and tried to enjoy the situation. 

“God..” you moaned. “Yes.” His hands landed on your waist, his eyes watching the way your hips moved against his, trying to feel his cock within his pants. Your panties making him smile to himself. 

He looked back at the other men in the room. Feeling his eye twitch. Keigo's eyes darkened, slightly annoyed by the attention- or lack of. His hands went to your thighs, pulling them apart. Letting his hand slot in between them. 

You squeaked, slapping your hand over your mouth. Tightening the blanket around yourself around your body, not wanting to show what was happening underneath. Keigo placed he chin on your shoulder, humming. “Honey.” 

Suddenly, you were hyper aware of the other people in the room. Infact, you were super embarrassed. Pressed your lips together, trying to be quite. “Keigo.” You grit. Trying not to make a noise. “Can you not?…. Don’t want them.” 

He kissed your neck, whispering against your ear. “To see?” He questioned, “Are you sure?”

His finger rubbed your clit, your mind went blanking. A white fuzz filling your headspace with thought of him. He smiled, “C’on, I know you want them to watch, touch, feel you.” You felt yourself nod. Eyes darting to the other boys in the room. 

“Yeah.” You whispered, shutting your eyes. “I kinda’ want that.” 

Keigo chuckled, glancing at Dabi. “Dabi.” He said, making the man look at you. “Shigaraki.” He added, trying to get both of their attention. “You wanna watch?” He fended. 

Turning your body around to face them. Keeping you planted in his lap. 

Both of them were silent, unaware of how to respond to Keigo’s offer. Shigaraki spoke for both of them. “Are you?.. You want us to fu-“ 

Keigo glared, “It’s an offer to watch, okay?” He slowly smiled, running his finger over your clit again. You tilted your head back, letting out a rather loud moan. You hand gripping his hand. Silently telling him to continue.

“S’good- don’t- don’t-“ you felt your hips buckle forward, your hands dropping. Your body relaxing against Keigo’s. 

Dabi’s and Shigaraki's eyes immediately went to Keigo’s hand. Watching the way he rubbed your outside your panties. 

Dabi bit his lip, pressing his hand over his growing erection. Feeling his thoughts wander all over. 

While Shigaraki embraced it. Suppressing himself from palming his growing cock. Imagining what you’d look like without them. 

You pressed your lips together, a strained whimper escaping. You couldn’t talk or you were struggling to. Everything was just a mumbled plea and beg with some curse words in between.

Keigo laughed, grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to look at them. “What?” he cooed, “Why don’t you put on a show for them, Love.” He slipped his finger in your waistband. Pressing it directly on your clit. You felt your body spasm. Your back arching as you turned your head to the side. 

Tears pearled your eyes, “Shit- don’t stop.” You quickly said, spreading your legs and grabbing at the blanket.  Letting Keigo work his finger around your clit. His nose nuzzling against your neck fondly as he worked spreading you open again with his free hand. Golden eyes glancing up at the other men in the room as he pulled your panties to the side. 

He smiled when Dabi’s hands moved against his cock. It was so subtle, he could’ve missed it. He laughed, “Dabi you wanna fuck your cock with your hand?” Keigo licked his lips, feeling his eyes darken. Golden eyes trained on him, seizing the opportunity to taunt him. “Promise I-“ he glanced at you, smiling. “We won’t judge.” 

You bit your lip, nodding your head. (It was Keigo moving your head.) As you let your head dip down, finding it hard to keep up. Your head becoming heavy and fuzzy. Almost like TV static. 

“S’close, Kei I’m-“ he pulled his hand away. 

Bringing it to cheek and wiping off your slick. Laughing at the way you blinked in confusion. Your legs twitching together. You were about to protest when Keigo hushed you. Pressing a finger to his lips and silently telling you to be quiet. 

“Dabi, Shigaraki, any suggestions.” 

You brought your head up, looking at the two males. Your eyes are glossy and empty. You looked like a doll. Lashes clumped together while you slowly blinked.

Shigaraki shivered, standing up and walking towards you. Keigo felt his eyes twitch but forced himself to remain calm. Observing what he was going to do. 

His hand came to your face, tilting your head to look up at him. Shigaraki’s eyes glancing at Keigo's before leaning closer to you. The memory from earlier in the pantry flashing through his head. He still wanted to kiss you. 

You fluttered your lashes, tilting your head and looking at him. “Shiggy, do you wanna’ kiss me?” You slurred, leaning into him. He blinked a few times, his lips pressing together as he felt himself get nervous. You gave him a cute fucked out smile, quickly glancing at Keigo. Trying to give silent approval before continuing your actions. 

Keigo briefly nodded, making you look back at shigaraki and nodded lightly. Feeling his hand pull you towards him softly. Pressing your lips to his. A part of you was surprised by how slow and soft he was. Slowly moving his lips against yours. You pulled back, running your tongue over your lips and looking to the side. “Were you smoking?” 

He blushed, “I- I was..” He sighed, smiling back. Nodding his head. 

You giggled, eyes moving to Dabi. Seeing was staring at the both of you. You pressed your finger to your lips. “Want one?” You questioned, leaning back in Keigo. 

Dabi laughed at the way Keigo was glaring at shigaraki. Standing up and pushing Shigaraki out of the way. Lifting your chin and pressing kisses to your neck. Letting his free hand roam under your shirt. Reaching for your breast and running his tongue over your neck. Enjoying the way you moaned. 

“Like that?” 

You nodded, pushing yourself off Keigo and leaning into Dabi. He smiled against your skin, laughing taughteningly. “You wanna’ feel even better?” You quickly nodded, watching the way his hand caressed your cheek. His thumb pressing against your bottom lip and parting them. “Open.” He cooed, watching the way you parted your lips. Enjoying the way he pressed his lips to yours. Kissing you perfectly. 

His icy eyes flickered to Keigo’s golden ones. Enjoying the utter jealousy burning within them. Smiling against your lips. 

Keigo Pulled away from you, placing you on the couch. “Y/n?” 

You pulled away from Dabi, a small string of saliva breaking once you did so. Nodding your head and leaning towards him. 

“Wanna’ suck my dick?” You blinked a few times, letting the words register in your head before nodding. Keigo grabbed a strand of your hair, pressing behind your ear. Smiling cockily. “Good.” He cooed. 

Dabi came behind you, arms wrapping around your waist as he smiled against your ear. Shigaraki sitting on the couch and palming his dick. He always wanted to watch something like this while fucking his dick with his hand. 

Dabi laughed, “Or, do you want me to eat you out.” 

You looked at him, turning over your shoulder and biting your lip. Unsure of what to say. Keigo laughed, “C’on Dabi, don’t be like that.” He sang. “Who says we can’t do both?” 

Dabi grinned, nodding his head. Flipping you to your back and raising your shirt, while you just looked at him. Forearms lifting your torso off the ground and watching as he grabbed your panties. Pulling them down your legs. 

While Keigo ran his thumb over your lips. Smiling down at you. “You’re about to feel real good, Dove.” You nodded, swallowing the saliva that pooled in your mouth. Opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. You heard Keigo and Shigaraki audibly groan. 

Keigo nodded his head. “Good girl, knowing just what to do.” He placed the head of his cock against your tongue. Groaning at the wet and hot muscle. You slowly licking it, not able to move too much due to the position you were in 

Dabi groaned, seeing the way you soaked the thin cloth of your panties. The way you clit was swollen and sensitive with desire. Begging to be touched, licked, fucked. He pressed his hips to the floor, trying to grind on his erection. 

He ran a light finger over your clit. Watching you jolt with anticipation and sensitivity. You shuffled your hips close to him, enticing a small chuckle from his lips. He ran his finger down your slit, his fingers coated with slick. “Fuck, you’re really liking this. Huh?” 

You felt your face heat up with embarrassment as you meekly nodded. Admitting that you did like what was happening. You like the attention, the feelings, the emotions. It made your body tingle with pleasure. You just wanted more of it. 

Dabi laughed and softly ran his tongue over your clit, your back arching instinctively. Hips twitching in his direction as you were desperate for more. His finger formed a ‘v’ parted your lips as he stared at you. His mind blanking with pleasure. Memories from the night before, his fantasies flashing through his head. He thickly swallowed. Fuck he needed his taste you. 

Yet, he couldn’t help himself. The words fell out of his mouth perfectly. “Fuck, you feeling’ good?” He grinded his hips into the floor. His cock gaining some needed friction. Dabi was going to fuck you.

You slurtly giggle, a soft moan leaving you as you nodded your head mindlessly. Just desperate to feel good. Keigo glanced at Dabi, “Well, what are you waiting for. Make the pretty girl feel good.” He taunted, pushing the head of his cock in your mouth. Groaning with a pained expression. Fuck your mouth felt so good.

Dabi didn’t object, just immediately ran his tongue over your bud. Sucking on it as one of his fingers worked inside of your tight slit. Curling up with flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue. Your body twitching as you loudly moaned into Keigo’s cock. 

You arched your back, Dabi’s free hand dipped under your shirt to feel your stomach for a moment. Before slowly bringing them to your back and grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to his mouth. His grip tightening once you started to squirm. Gripping onto his hair and instinctively pulling him closer to your cunt.

Keigo groaned, eyes following to the back of his head with every shallow thrust of his hip. The head of his cock dipping into your mouth and coming back out. Before he would bottom out, his abdomen touching your chin with every deep thrust he gave. 

Your hot mouth sucking him back in so eagerly everytime he pulled out. His cock sensitive and red with saliva. Shiny with your sticky spit. He could feel a coil in his stomach watching the way your throat bulged with each thrust. Your tongue working around his cock perfectly. 

The way you gagged. Couldn’t help but moan and roll your eyes back when Dabi ran his experienced tongue over your sensitive clit. Moans muffled and cut off with every sharp thrust. It was filthy, yes. But god, you were so fucking hot. 

God, and it felt so good. You felt amazing, hell you always felt amazing. Keigo always got pussy drunk with you. His mind blanking with pleasure as he grabbed the sheets of his bed. For his thick cum deep inside your needy pussy. He couldn’t help it when he was with you. You just felt too good. 

Sometimes it hurt. In one of the best ways possible. Believe it or not, Keigo liked fucking you until it hurt. ‘Til the tip of his cock burned with sensitively and begged him to stop. But, he couldn’t. It felt too good. He liked getting to a point of no return. Mind blanking with nothing but you and pleasure. 

Tears pearling his eyes as he couldn’t help but moan into you damp skin. Biting your neck as you proclaimed you loved him. He loved getting you to the point because he knows you don’t even know what you’re saying at that point. 

Keigo’s hand went to your neck, grabbing it and jerking himself off inside your throat. His eyes rolling to the back of his head while he felt his toes curl. God, you felt amazing. Your mouth felt amazing. 

“You’re doing so good, Y/n.” Keigo praised, his head tilting back when you moaned from Dabi’s tongue. He pulled his tongue out, watching you pant for air. Chest heaving up and down dramatically as he jerked off. 

“You talk too much.” Dabi scoffed, talking into your cunt. Removing his mouth and running his thumb over the spot he left. Not wanting to completely remove all your pleasure. 

“You just don’t talk enough.” Keigo rebutted, placing the head of his cock back in your mouth. Slowly thrusting it in your mouth. Softly groaning at the sensation and sight. Neck bulging with the size. 

Dabi raised an eyebrow. Grinning slyly. “You want me to talk?” He taunted. 

Keigo laughed, “Why don’t you ask the person who it actually matters.” He said, smiling as he pulled out. Your saliva coating his cock, strings of saliva snapping once he got far enough. 

Dabi laughed, “What about it, Y/n? Like my voice?” You looked to the side, wondering where the hell he got that from, but didn’t disagree. His voice was nice, really nice. You took a moment to answer, but replied with a quick and meek nod of your head. He smiled, making you turn away. 

“Yeah?” He grabbed your face softly, bringing you to look at him. “Of course you do.” His lips met your abdomen. Sending a tickling sensation through your body. His mouth returning to your small bud. Sucking it softly. 

Keigo’s hands massaged your breast, making a nice moan leave you. His tongue ran over his sharp teeth as he moved his hand and pinched at your nipples. Humping your mouth as he groaned.

You felt your back arch. Eyes rolling back as you felt Dabi suck on your clit, curling his fingers and moaning into your cunt. You felt your body spasm, your legs squishing around Dabi’s head. As you felt this string in your belly snap. Suddenly going slack as Keigo laughed. 

“Damn, you really tired her out.” He smiled, pushing his hips deeper and grimacing. Feeling himself strain before cumming into your mouth. Watching the way your neck contracted around him. Swallowing his thick seed. 

He chuckled darkly, running his tongue over his teeth as he pulled out. Watching you saliva coat his dick. Shiny and thick. He ran a hand through his hair, caressing your cheek. “You’re such a whore sometimes, Dove.” He cooed, eyes flicking to Shigaraki. “Isn’t she, Shigaraki?” 

You glanced over to him, eyes glossy with tears. You could feel your pupils dilate when looking at Shigaraki. 

His cock throbbing in his palm as he panted. Face tinted in red as his bottom lip looked swollen . Like he was biting into it. And his cock covered in cum. 

“Damn man, you looked fucked up. Didn’t know you’d be into this kinda’ thing.” Dabi taunted, licking his fingers. His tongue running over his lips. 

“Shut up Dabi.” He retorted. Running his tongue over his lips. Eyes darting to you. 

Keigo sighed, looking at Shigaraki. “Actually, that gives me a good idea.” He said, “Y/n, get on your knees for me.” He glanced at the couch, reaching for his phone. “Wanna’ show Rumi how slutty her crush is.” 

You felt your eyes widen, jumping off the ground and on the couch. “Wait, what?” You said, “Rumi likes me?!”

Dabi let out a breathy laugh, raising his hand to his face. Covering the amused look he had. “Fuck, that’s all you man.” 

Keigo smiled, “Of course she does, we all do.” He cooed, grabbing your hand and pulling you back to the floor. “I just want to-“ He gestured to the other two men in the room. “Add her to the fun.” You hated how inviting and charming his smile was. 

You bit your lip, nodding your head and leaning into him. Placing a small kiss on his lips and pulling back. Going on your knees and leaning down. Keigo chuckled, nodding his head approvingly. 

“Good.” He praised, a hand pressed into the small of your back, keeping you pressed between the floor and himself. “S’good for me.” 

You didn’t even notice how close you were to Dabi. Him kneeling on the floor, you in between his legs. Looking up at him. Literally. 

You flinched when you saw a light flash. Despite knowing what what was happening, you couldn’t stop the words from leaving your mouth. “What are you doing?” Keigo didn’t reply, just pressed his hand between your shoulder blades. Making you shiver and deepen your arch. 

“I want fuck you like this.” He said, holding his cock. You felt your legs close, wanting to rub your thighs together. You flinched, feeling his cock press against your ass. 

D-did he get bigger?...

You could feel your eyes move to the other boys in the room. Seeing them utterly engrossed in the way Keigo was touching you. Your body is like a magnetic pull, unable to look away. You looked back at his sweat, which was unfortunately worse. His dick print catching you completely off guard. You ended up looking at the floor, face burning in embarrassment. 

You blinked a few times, feeling Keigo’s hands rubbing the dip of your waist soothingly before lifting you up slightly. Letting his hand roman over your stomach before squeezing your tits softly. Enjoying the way your shoulders jumped up in shock. 

A small moan escaped you as he did so, making him smile cockily. “You like that?” He taunted, “You like to be recorded and watched like a slut?” You shook your head, not giving him much satisfaction. His hands tore away from his chest to the back of your neck. Lifting you up slightly so he could talk against your ear. Chuckling darkly. 

“I’d suggest you start talk or I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to.” Your eyes fluttered. Your mouth going slack in shock. You pussy burning with desire, your mind clouding with filthy thoughts. 

Holy- this is exactly what I needed.

You pressed your hips closer to his, trying to encourage him to do something. Keigo choked back a groan as he lowered the camera to your thighs. Biting his lip and stifling his laugh. “Impatient little thing.” He cooed, pressing the head of his cock to your drooling cunt before rubbing your clit.  Keeping the camera up and ready to record the lewd sight. His tongue poking out the side of his mouth with a sadistic smile. Honestly, that was the best way to describe Keigo’s expression- sadistic. 

“Ready?” He asked. 

You bit your lip and nodded your head. 

Keigo felt his eye twitch in annoyance, his free hand running up your scalp and yanking your hair back. You could feel tears pearl your eyes. “Words, Honey.” He grit. 

You felt your lip quiver, pussy clenching needily. 

“Yes,” You begged, “Now, stop talking and just fuck me, please.” He chuckled, the vibration of the action translating to you. Before he pushed the head of his dick into you, immediately turning off the recording and tossing his phone aside. Keigo noticed the stretch of his cock made you shut your eyes for a moment. Tears falling down your hot cheeks. 

A suppressed moan left you. God, it always felt amazing to be stretched out by Keigo’s dick. His cock curving into you perfectly. You dug your nails into the carpet, toes curling from the sensation. 

Keigo stopped, lifting down to you for a moment and pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades. Before another thrust made you jump forward. “God, fuck yes.” You panted, arching your back and leaning into him. 

A slow build of tingles and pleasure shooting through your body, when he moved his hips. His nose was pressing against where he kissed, when you felt his tongue lick up to your neck. A loud moan leaving you from the act. His mouth hovering over your shoulder and pressing a kiss into it. You threw your head back, feeling him thrust into you. 

“Fuck- god..” you let your head fall, his cock slipping in and out of you in a rhythm. His voice was bouncing within the room. “So good.” He briefly laughed before grabbing your hips and continuing. Eyes glancing at Shigaraki, seeing as he was fisting his cock. Hips thrusting up into his hand. Dabi palming his cock in his sweats, not giving it his desire just yet. 

Fuck. You felt so good and Keigo just wanted to do this all day everyday. Watching the way his cock entered and left your fluttering walls, seeing you desperately clamp on him. Thank god you were his girlfriend, he could just fuck you whenever he felt like it. 

And you didn’t seem to mind. Keigo was sure you were thankful for his godly stamina. He mentaly laughed at that thought.  

Your body would jump forward with every thrust, your voice loudly telling him, he was doing an amazing job. You shoulder jumping up with every thrust. When he remembered a certain spot you really liked. He then moved to that said spot, making you lowly groan. 

He laughed, flexing his fingers. Not wanting to hurt you with his harsh grasp. “This place?” He teased, pressing into that spot again. Your back arched and eyes shut in return. 

Keigo smiled a bit, not letting you answer. “Yeah, this spot.” He remarked to himself, continuing to abuse that spot. You gasped and felt him hammer into you. You felt everything, your mind blanking out to just the thought of him fucking you. 

Keigo bit back a groan, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he continued to thrust into you. A pleasure he didn’t know he could feel taking over his being. Maybe it was the fact that he was being watched. Maybe it was becuase of how untouchable you were, yet here he was fucking you. Maybe, it was the fact that this was the closest Dabi and Shigaraki were ever going to get to you. 

Watching the way he fucked you was also going to be a late night thought. You jolted forward, tears falling down your face with every harsh thrust of Hawks’ hips. His hand pressed to the back of your head, forcing your cheek into the floor. Looking up at Dabi and Shigaraki. 

“She’s cute, right?” He said, moving his hand to your back. Applying pressure to deepen your arch. Feeling his cock slow down and stretch your open. “Moaning over my cock.” He teased. 

Dabi rolled his eyes, looking at Shigaraki. Seeing him utterly engrossed with the blank fucked out look on your face. Hand quickly moving over his cock. The way your eyes were glossed over, tears falling down your cheeks. 

Hawks smiled, “Go on Dove, tell them how much you love my cock.” He teased, “Tell them how you beg me to fuck you everyday. Stretch your pussy around it.” He smiled, leaned back and observing the way you melted into his floor. Pussy clenching around his cock. He laughed mockingly, “Make you my little fuck doll. Something for me to fuck whenever I want.” 

He thickly swallowed, taking a hand and running it through his hair. “You want that? To be my cock sleeve? A cumdump, huh?” 

You couldn’t talk, twitching around his cock as you melting into the floor. God, you loved this man so much. You loved the way he made you feel. So in love and fucked out. How you couldn’t think straight once you got a whiff of his cologne or shampoo. 

The craving you got from wanting to suck his cock. Hearing the loud profanities that left his mouth as he praised you.

Degraded you. 

Maybe you had a thing for men that were obsessed with themselves. Fucking whatever opened their legs to them. But, you didn’t care. You didn’t fucking care when serveral men’s eyes were on you. Filled with nothing but desire and need. 

I mean, at least Keigo wasn’t completely like that.

You jolted forward, feeling his cock hit the perfect spot inside you made you forget. Made you not care. The deep and full feeling you got every time he entered then pulled out, only to push himself back in. Bully that head of his cock into your tight hole. 

You ended up moaning loudly, whimpering. Your cheek touching Dabi’s knee.

Keigo laughed. Raising his voice and mocking your moans. His fingers wrapping around your body to your clit. Rubbing circles to see how you reacted. Getting you to cum over and over again. Just because he was bored. 

You couldn’t get enough of it. Couldn’t get enough of him. 

And Keigo couldn’t get enough of you. You were so perfect, so docil and frail. It felt like he could snap you if he grabbed too hard. Maybe that’s why he liked you so much. You were something just for him. Something to play with. Whether that be gently or rough. It didn’t matter, you didn’t care. 

You just wanted to cum. 

“Fuck.” Hawks choked on his breath, biting his bottom lip. “Dabi, you wanna see her squirt?” He thickly swallowed, moving his hands to your ass. Pulling it apart to get a better view of him entering your soping pussy. “She lets out the prettiest moans, doesn't she?” 

Dabi shrugged, “Don’t know, maybe.” He cooley said, biting back the groan threatening to leave his throat as your head rested on his thigh. Looking up at him with glossy and swollen cheeks. Your nose running slightly. 

Hawks smiled, grabbing your hair and forcing your head up. Forcing you to look at the people in front of you. “Dabi.” He quickly said, “Do me a favor and actually watch me fuck her.” He said, glaring at him. “Get your knees on the floor if you need to.”

Dabi grit his teeth, before composing himself again. “Really?” He said. “Then, go ahead. I wanna’ see the disappointed face on Y/n when she doesn't get to cum.” 

Hawks laughed, “I think that means you need some pointers.” 

“Fuck off.” 

Keigo poked his cheek with his tongue. “Currently doing that.” 

Dabi shook his head, reaching his hand to your cheek. Caressing it lightly. Leaning down to your face and smiling, “You like being fucked by Hawks? He makin’ you feel good, Pretty.” You looked at him, feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach. Innocent eyes staring at him so kindly. He can see why Hawks was so obsessed with you. 

Even like this you looked pure. 

You nodded, answered his question. He just got closer, “Yeah?” He cooed, smiling at you. “Such a good girl.” 

You just melted into his hand, small breathy moans leaving your mouth as you looked at him. Gripping onto his thighs and twitching. Absolutely loving the attention Dabi was giving you. Keigo grabbing your hips and forcing his cock into your little twitching hole. Gripping onto him and trying to get him to finish. Like you were begging him to breed you. 

He speed up, feeling you twitch and tighten around him. You let out a high pitched moan feeling that particular bubbling feeling develop within your stomach. His hands meeting your breast and squeezing you. His hand pinching and pulling softly, making the both of you moan. 

You pressed your forearms to the ground, leaning your head down and looking down. Your eyes wandering to his dick continuing to press into you. Hitting the spot that made you feel and see stars. 

You tilted your head back, feeling him slowly fuck his hip up into you. Your mind slowly blanked. 

“Fuck, im gonna..” you felt him speed up, ”fuck.. im!-'' You cried loudly, lip quivering as you shut your eyes. Hot and fat ears falling down your cheeks. Keigo grimaced, feeling you squirt around his cock. His hips twitching as he slowly stopped. 

Keigo smiled, grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. “You wanna’ suck Dabi’s cock?” His golden eyes flicked to Dabi experimentally. Smiling at the way he looked frozen. 

You slowly moved your eyes to him, your fucked out expression. Clearly not a single thought behind your eyes as you slowly calmed down. Trying to slowly regain yourself from the high emotions you just endorsed. 

Keigo slapped your cheek lighted, “Do ya’?”

You slowly moved your eyes to Keigo, nodding your head weakly, lashes fluttering while giving a weak and sheepish smile. Moaning as you slowly looked up- “Maybe.” You whispered, eyes moving to his dick outlining his sweats. You looked at Kiego, your doe eyes pulling him into you. “Can I suck his dick.” 

Dabi felt his mind melt. “Jesus fu- Hawks where’d you get a girl like this? Fuck, man.” He said, slotting himself between your legs. Leaning over your body and running his tongue over his lips. Whispering a- “She’s such a whore.” To himself, not particularly wanting you to hear. It wasn’t by any means a bad thing. 

Keigo glanced at Shigaraki. “What about you?” he questioned. “Or, are you fine with watching?” 

Shigaraki nodded, “Don’t worry, this is pretty hot alone. Watching a girl about to get split roasted.” 

Keigo shrugged his shoulders, he couldn’t even disagree with that. Especially if it was you he was going to be watching. 

“Alright then,” He sighed. “Anyways, I wanted to make her cum again.” 

Dabi lowered his sweats, allowing his dick to press to your swollen lip. He smiled, “Open for me, Love.” He watched you hesitate for a moment. A big hand coming to caress your cheek soothingly. “Don’t worry, somethings tellin’ you’re really gonna’ like this.” 

He watched as you still looked a bit nervous. Eyes dancing to Keigo before smiling fondly. Tilting your head and sighing softly. “Did I tell you where my other tattoo was?” He started, “Do you still want to see it?” You adored how soft his voice was, it made you comfortable. 

You nodded your head weakly. 

He nodded, pointing your head at his abdomen. “I got it as a dare, definitely not one of my best moments.” On it was what looked like a succubus symbol. “A girl I was talking to suggested it, didn’t know what it meant when I first got it.” 

You giggled, leaning close and getting a better look at it. Eyes moving to his cock, which suddenly made the whole situation way more hot for you.You bit your lip before nodding your head. Parting your lip and sticking out your tongue. He smiled, taking this as a silent invite. 

“Good girl.” He cooed.

He pushed his cock into your mouth. Biting into his bottom lip with a loud groan. While Keigo followed in motion. Dipping his cock into your pussy. 

Dabi and Keigo looked at eachother. 

Keigo laughed, “We’re going to have so much fun ruining her.”

Sorry for such the long wait. I completely lost motivation to write this like 17k words in and kinda’ left it in my drafts. Even at this point, I was so over this fic. Like, you don’t even understand. :)

Anyways! I hope you enjoyed it!

Cant wait to drop the other fics I’ve held off on for this one! You don’t even understand how excited I am for that one!

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