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xo2dee · 6 months ago

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🗨️ ROCKET SKATES

PAIRING: Nanami Kento/(Fem)Reader. WARNINGS: MDNI/18+ ONLY. Degradation, Dirty Talk, Thigh Riding, Vaginal Fingering, Edging, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Finger Sucking, Spanking, Panty Kink, Public Sex, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Mentions of Pregnancy, Mentions of Violence (it's not done to either Reader or Nanami). WORD COUNT: 10,469. SUMMARY: It’s not often you get nice, cutesy dates with Kento, but it’s also not often they get ruined... Yet in your favor.

A/N: i wrote this back in 2021 when i was chronically horny and before my frontal lobe developed and taken the liberty to edit the fuck out of it bc i hated the original LMAO. but pls enjoy this filth <3

JJK MASTERLIST

Eyelashes coated in your favorite mascara swept over your eyes in a languid blink as you watched him, his movements nearly too fast for you to comprehend if you didn't already know what to expect.

Him in all his muscled glory hiding underneath that regular, suit get-up he donned nearly every minute he was awake in the day, showcasing the raw, brutal strength he held shadowed within himself as his arm lifted and he all but sent but a mere flick of his wrist and decapitated a curse. Afterwards, he pushed his goggles up, veins in his hand protruding and fingers tight with frustration as he eyed his surroundings in pursuit of any other curses, while you remained rooted to your spot for brief moments being too enamored with his behavior.

You were too caught on him to pay attention to yourself, a singular thought brimming along your frontal lobe to your fascination and worry over him.

Something was… off about him.

Nanami Kento was probably one of the best Jujutsu Sorcerers you had ever met (and no, you weren’t being biased and saying that just because he was your lover). He was poised with his abilities, a reserved and perfected angle to how he swung his blade through curses with such deadly precision you wondered if it was his curse technique or just him being him half the time. He finished the job quickly any time he had one, knowing exactly what needed to be done whenever he saw the first curse in his vision and studying their movements for any possible drawbacks. He was an extremely exceptional fighter all on his own anyway, being able to backhand curses (and people) if he so wanted to out of his space and all-in-all having his own advanced knowledge on combat that better helped him get the job done and get it done efficiently.

“Behind you!”

All of that was normal Kento behavior. What you were experiencing at the moment was the very reason you believed something was off about him. Your little dance with curses at that moment was not normal Kento behavior, and that was causing you to drift off and let your brain follow in on him to see if you could pick up what was so odd about him. He was tense, jerking movements of his arm swinging his blade through curses looking choppy and harsh, while the grunts leaving him he normally kept quiet and concealed were loud and groaning as he was heavier on his feet and pouncing around like some hungry predator. He was…

He was aggressive.

“Focus!”

The deep sound of his voice shouting at you after having him dive down and splitting a curse rightly in two for getting too close to you when you had been keeping your eyes on him made you grip up on your weapon more, yet it didn’t stop the shiver curling down each jut of bone along your spine when you nearly could feel the vibration of it and could taste the huskiness of it. He had not been that way all day, only recently whenever you two had been rudely interrupted on your date and had to make room for exorcising curses. Alas – you sighed and watched him run a harsh hand through his hair, him tussling it up even more – you should’ve known something like that would’ve happened.

You always could say it: dates with Nanami Kento were hard to come by, but they were always relaxing and left you feeling wholeheartedly complete afterwards whenever you both got to go on one. Though, you weren’t too sure the ‘date’ you two were on would really be worth it in the end.

Yet, color you wrong once more, it certainly was worth it in the end.

It wasn’t like you had planned for it to even happen. Who the Hell would hope in the middle of a Farmer’s Market date that you two would get attacked by curses and have to clear out the goddamn area and lead them to a more secluded and adept area to exorcise them better? Certainly not you since you rarely got to go on cutesy dates with him and just enjoy his ‘I’m not at work so I can be less strict and less professional with you’ attitude.

That last part wasn’t seeming to be happening at that moment anyway with him huffing out orders and yells at you whenever you slipped up a bit and nearly costed yourself.

You rolled your shoulders back as another lowly curse approached you, twirling your cursed weapon in your hands as you sent a substantial amount of cursed energy through it before you were dashing forward and poising yourself for a strike. You faked to the right whenever the curse provoked, a swift, brutal swing as you heard the wind whizzing through the air in your ear and felt the vibration of when the impact hit it from how hard you had swung. The payoff was worth it in the end, the curse’s head fully unlatching from its body after you pulled through your entire hit with the faint buzzing of adrenaline bubbling up through your veins whenever you felt that thrill from fighting. You stood fully afterwards, lips parted slightly from your breaths and heart loud in your ears as you laid eyes back on Kento who had cleanly cut another curse again in two.

And by your own foolish accord, you were losing focus thinking back to perhaps why he was acting so aggressive.

The day had been fine and so had the date; locked arms with Kento walking around the vicinity amicably with him holding the basket full of all fruits, veggies, greens and ingredients he wanted to use in cooking recipes you liked to listen to him prattle on about because his interest in cooking and food was as adorable as it was sexy. Kento cooked like a dream and you had a reason to tease him to say he could be a professional chef if he wasn’t a professional Jujutsu Sorcerer, to which he’d go on his humble monologue about how his cooking wasn’t all that amazing and he did it to get by and appetize himself. Yeah okay, that’s why whenever you ate his cooking he always would subtly look for your approval and let a sigh of relief when you liked it.

Adorable man.

Nevertheless it was a stark contrast to his fierce attitude with the curses. You had vocally whined and expressively pouted whenever that basket full of ingredients and edibles had been slung away by him rather harshly whenever a curse had gotten too close to you and he straight-up knocked it feet away from you two with a poorly concealed, pissed off grunt by smacking it in the face with the basket. Kento, understandably, was exasperated you had been more worried about dinner more than your own safety, but in the end you sighed while getting serious and listening to him whenever he told you plans were changing and that you two needed lure the curses away from civilians and exorcise them elsewhere.

After all, Kento held up above the safety of civilians, innocents and children more than his own self. And that included you, even though you were perfectly capable of fighting alongside of him easily and he needed to stop jumping in front of you like he had just done beforehand trying to shield you from another curse and then backhanding it away again with tensed muscles and a tensed jaw with a pants-pissing glare.

You liked fighting with Kento (even if it ended up ruining dates, and he sometimes was a bit overbearing trying to keep you safe) as it was energizing and downright adrenalizing whenever you got to fluidly moving around him and along with him. Yet at that moment, despite all the adrenaline and the pent-up aggression you could feel fluctuating off the both of you, there were no words to describe the regret you were feeling for your fashion choice. After flipping through the air and landing on the cracked pavement at one point, your ankle had twisted causing you to stumble and a curse to come flying right at you, but Kento being nearby was already steadying you with one hand first before twirling you both out of the way and then shooting another exasperated look towards you before swiftly slashing the legs off the curse.

“Watch your step.”

Honestly yeah, you got it, wearing high-heeled boots for combat was stupid, but you weren’t dressing for combat. You had dressed for a cute Farmer’s Market date that got fucking ruined, and you were then flipping around in a skirt and heels fighting curses. If you weren’t so annoyed, you’d tease him and say that he probably liked watching your skirt ride up on your thighs and letting him get a peek at your panties, but the man looked like he was about to bust a blood vessel for whatever reason.

Still… you weren’t too used to being rescued like he had been doing for your carelessness, but watching Kento rip off his jacket and completely abandon it on top of a vacant car letting you feast eyes on the harness fitting snugly against his back before rolling up his sleeves showing his forearms that were already firmly coiled up with his veins bulging outwards and him harshly grabbing his tie and unraveling it free of its confines so that he could wrap it around a tight fist…

Or maybe you’d get yourself into more trouble so that he’d come save you and give you that little glare that wrinkled his forehead and made his lips twitch.

No way you were horny just looking at him (then again… look at him). You chalked it up to all that adrenaline and cursed energy you were emitting outwards, while it also pumped through your veins and rushed through your blood as you finally sprinted off after him when he began to shake the blood clinging to his weapon off, your solid heels making quite a lot of noise on the pavement as you went.

You had dodged, flipped, slashed, spun, and hit your way around the curses, coming up to stand next to Kento after he sent another clean cut that split a curse into two. You took notice of the white-knuckled grip on the handle of his weapon, the grunts he had been letting out rather loudly compared to how he usually stayed rather quiet and reserved whenever fighting, the vein nearly pulsing on his temple, some blood smeared on his jawline you wanted to drag a finger across to clean, and you took notice of his body stiffening and jaw clenching harder whenever you leaned up to brush your chin across his tense shoulder.

Something was… off about him.

Unconsciously, you let your breath blow across his neck as you opened your mouth to speak, “You’re being awfully violent today,” you remarked, your chest heavy from all the stamina you had been using that made it come out more sounding like a pant.

Kento’s head only angled towards you minimally, the glare on the lenses of his glasses allowing you but a brief look into a steely glower, and the tilt letting you see his mouth twitch down further into a frown. “This is annoying,” he finally spoke, gravelly voice thick with a hard edge that was but growled out. He shifted again and slightly turned towards you, the thick cord of his bicep brushing against your breasts before he was looming over you, nearly shadowing your entire body, “And I’m being distracted.”

His cologne was strong sifting up through your nose and into your brain, the nerves already alive in your body from the adrenaline buzzing harder as you wiggled those words around in your brain. “Distracted by what?” you asked as you glanced off towards the side to see if you two were truly alone. Something in his slightly heaving chest was twisting the atmosphere between you two (as well as twisting your lower gut in an all-too familiar feeling).

He didn’t answer you right away, instead moving into your personal space to capture your full attention. Your face ended up nearly buried into his sculpted pectorals and you could hear, as well as feel, the raspy grunt leave his body whenever he jerked his arm up rather harshly and swung through another curse that had been creeping up behind you. The gurgling noise of the curse reached your ears and you peeped around your shoulder to see he had slashed another one in half again. Normally he was one of just going for the limb decapitation, but… he had been absolutely demolishing them left and right in outstanding speed and ferocity you had been having trouble keeping up with him.

The hair on your body rose whenever his hand snaked its way onto the middle of your back, easing you forward into him as you trained your eyes onto his face. You let him guide you, his hand suddenly seeming to be the only thing keeping you upright and keeping your feet planted firmly on the ground.

Kento was quiet for a brief moment until you felt him slightly leaning over to brush mouth against your ear, warm breath tickling as you felt his palm lay flat against your back, “Am I going to have to keep saving you?” His breath was suddenly hot on your skin then, your toes curling into your boots as your adrenaline-fueled body and mind was moving before you could even recognize what you were doing or inspect if he was feeling the same.

A hand of yours shot up out of nowhere as you tangled your fingers into the hair of his undercut and you pulled him harshly down into your face for a kiss. It was messy and it slightly hurt whenever you knocked your chin against his, but you were so pent up and moved by just your nerves literally being lit on fire from the thrill of a fight and your loins spiraling from how he was just being so aggressive and just so different, you couldn’t stop yourself from just getting a taste of his lips. However, even in your stupor you worried that the kiss wasn’t returned and that perhaps you misread and were being unbearably horny, but that quickly flew out the window when the hand on your back slid downwards to rest lower and pull on the fabric of your shirt.

“You said – you’re distracted –” you spoke hotly and breathily in-between smacks of fierce kisses, biting down onto his lower lip in the process, “Distracted by what – Kento?"

Kento didn’t necessarily respond at first, busy devouring your lips as much as he could in kisses consisting of saliva and smacks, a far cry from your usual chaste ones, before he was using the arm holding his weapon to cage you into him around your waist. You could feel the sword angled upright against your spine, your hip knocking into his thigh as he slid a leg forward and kicked one of your feet away so that he could slot his thigh in-between your own. It was hard, and it was tensed, the appendage already jerking up into your clothed cunt that was embarrassingly wet you noticed whenever you rolled your hips in response to his movement.

He swallowed the small moan you gave from the stimulation, jerking you harder into his stone-like abdomen and farther up on his thigh, before his mouth left yours and he trailed his saliva-covered lips across your cheek and down into the junction of your neck. He started kissing and biting there, all the while letting his arm slip down to let a hand curl fingers on your hip and guide you to grind on his thigh as the blade of his sword sat dangerously close to your ribcage.

“You want to know?” he asked in that octave that whispered sinfully deep into your ears when he had your legs thrown up over his shoulders with his cock diving into you. It was utterly nefarious, wisping across your skin and letting you know he felt the same way you did, and only burned that arousal brewing within you hotter. He continued on when your eyelashes fluttered at the tone of his voice and your spine arched into him, "Something tells me you already do."

"Mm," you started off, pressing into his hard body like you wanted to melt within the hard planes of his being, as you played with him more since he already had you figured out. You could already feel your cunt getting more soaked and the cloth of your panties growing uncomfortable the more you shamelessly grinded on his thigh in the middle of the street, the soft sighing pants leaving your mouth blowing his locks curling down onto his forehead and your fingers tangling more into his hair for retribution. You rolled harder, feeling his thigh press up more into you in retaliation before huffing out against his forehead, “Tell me and I’ll tell you why I’m so wet for you –”

You cut yourself off with a high-pitched gasp, however it was not by your own doing. Kento had taken that moment after your little breathy whisper to flex his thigh. You couldn’t help your own straining to tighten around the movement, trying to unsuccessfully meet that rhythm when he held you at bay instead.

“You,” he groaned out in desperation against your neck, a sweet kiss placed there that shattered the front he was putting. He was lifting his face back away from you after that, the furrowed brow and tensed jaw on his expression sending a hot course of pleasure into your clit as you continued a slow pursuit on his thigh and letting you leisurely drown in ecstasy the more you moved.

“Me?” you asked in a teasing tone, craning your head back further exposing the soft skin of your throat he had been fixated on beforehand. You slightly tugged his head back away from your own to expose his neck, watching his nostrils flare and face pinch up before you could feel the stare from underneath his glasses; a plea perhaps. You paid it no mind, arching your back further and pushing your heaving chest outwards for his gaze while you tried not to take notice when his eyes that were barely discernible through his glasses fell to your breasts when you did so that made you all the more excited. Instead you were kicking your foot against his like he had done before to you to bring his eyes back as you smirked that you had caught him staring, “How could I make you distracted?”

Kento tugged you back closer, your chest slanting against him as his new attitude and breathy words altered the ambiance from fighting in the air between you two to something he used whenever he was prowling after you in the bedroom. The adrenaline was still coursing through you whenever you watched his glasses slightly slide down to give you view to his dilated pupils, his hold on your back nearly startling as he leaned down closer to you, “Your carelessness, the way you’ve been steadily losing control, the way you’ve been watching me the entire time… that damn skirt I can’t stand to look at right now…” he all but groaned out that last part, eyebrows twitching and teeth gritting as his chest heaved in tune with yours and urged your hips rougher onto his thigh.

You sighed whenever your clit began to tingle from all the pleasure and the mere fact you two were doing all of that in public, the adrenaline morphing and combining your eagerness for sex to follow in on his movement, but instead to keep him at bay as the hand still holding your weapon crept along his belt and skimmed across the front of his pants that were already bulging out.

You grinned.

“You’re already hard? Have you been hard this entire time watching me? Did you like seeing every peek of my panties you could get? Did you think about just what you could do with them whenever you could get the chance? Did you think about taking them off of me and wrapping them around your cock –”

You didn’t get very far finishing the sentence, his patience and desperation clouding his actions as he leaned into your body. Perhaps chasing after what you sought, his temple pressing into yours and his lips slightly trembling as they found their way onto your ear.

“You’re distracting me,” he sighed, mouth coming closer as he heatedly spoke those words, “and it’s best we don’t do this here unless…” he trailed off for a moment, dark eyes momentarily leaving your face to glance around the area with an inquisitive look as though seeming something else caught his attention.

You, however, were intrigued, the new side of Kento something you had never really seen. Yes you had seen him somewhat agitated whenever he fought curses, but those times were nothing compared to what you had seen earlier with his ferocious movements and near unrecognizable harsh burst of cursed energy he had been emitting. You liked that look in his eyes, an icy anger and adrenaline-hazed in his pupils that grew which each passing moments and only widened the more he looked at you, but also the desperation he like displayed whenever you turned around and prowled after him. You liked the way his body seemed to be coiled up a predator about to strike down its prey for the kill.

Something was off about him… and you began to know exactly what it was.

Whether it was just him getting worked up watching you or perhaps he felt the same way you did that your date was ruined, it was clear that he was pent up with frustration.

You didn’t give him a chance to finish whatever he was going to say, tilting your head closer to him as you skimmed your lips across his in a mock tease to let his eyes return back to your face with an indescribable glint. You untangled your fingers from those blonde locks, trailing a nail down his neck as you smiled against his mouth and gave a long, slow roll onto his thigh and letting him feel the pulsing of your cunt as you did so.

“So what are you gonna do, Kento? What are you gonna do about me distracting you?”

It was a split second and your eyes widened, the sudden burst of cursed energy from him in front of you and another creature behind you raising your hackles and nearly diminishing the arousal you felt within you if it hadn’t been for Kento’s actions.

It was another hard swing of his arm, the grunt and hot breath leaving him pushed out against your mouth in a near kiss as he swung through yet another curse that had snuck up behind you in your fascination with him. You could hear the flesh split and blood splatter, slightly turning your head to peek once more as you noticed that time he had cut off the head of the curse for getting too close you. You watched dazedly as he flicked his weapon free of blood again, the hand on your back cradling you into his body smoothing down your skin in a slow caress of comfort.

You could barely stop the moan leaving you after he did it too, grinding farther up on his thigh to wet his pants and brushing your knuckles against his hard cock as you placed a kiss on his bottom lip. He didn’t grant it to you for too long however, letting his hand fall off your back before he was stepping away from you altogether but a few inches, untangling all his limbs from you and removing his glasses to place them in his pocket in the process. His tie remained wrapped tight around his fist as he rolled up his sleeves better, the thick corded muscles of his forearms bulging with the movement before he deftly unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.

His hair was still messed up, and the blood was still smeared underneath his jaw.

God, fuck, he looked good.

Kento regarded you for a few moments as you both stared at each other with clear ravenous desire electrifying the air between you two. You nearly wanted to take a step forward to initiate it with that kiss you still wanted, but Kento was once again beating you to the punch with a long sigh that sounded so deliciously sinful and bordering on a groan it stopped you in your pursuit and dampened your panties more.

“I suppose I’ll just have to make do there since anything and everything will interrupt us out here.”

You rose a brow, “Meaning…?”

He fixed you with another leveled stare, cheeks flushing from agitation, arousal, embarrassment, you weren’t sure, but something told you it was something perhaps darker and that you were wound tight in the trap set by him. He took another breath, heavy and oh-so loud, then took one step forward and tensing up as he grew nearer once more. His lips parted as he stalked you, the words coming out shocking your nerves and burning that fire behind your naval brighter.

“Meaning… I am going to finish what you started in that alleyway behind us and fuck you."

Then without further ado, and with another remarkable show of his speed he had thrown you over his shoulder, a squeal leaving your mouth as you found yourself staring at the blue fabric of his shirt covering his back and his broad shoulder digging into your abdomen. He had picked you up with one arm, the feat of the strength he possessed always surprising you and shooting white-hot pleasure straight down into your core. A small, giggling snort left you, pressing your boobs as much as you could into his back as you felt him stiffen from the feeling and your hand ghosting down to swat at his ass in further attempts to set him off.

The eye you were able to see from his side profile made a slow shift towards you for a desperate look, the vein in his temple near throbbing and his cheeks a very bright red from all your teasing. You would’ve felt wounding him up after being pissed off from your date getting ruined, but Kento had made zero complaints that he had wanted you to stop at all. Besides, it wasn’t like it would be the first time you two did anything similar.

You spent your time staring the blue hue of his shirt and subtly slipping a finger underneath his harness to ever-so often to slap it against his taut back as he finally made way to the alley, letting you down gently and taking your weapon away from your hand to slip it onto his back along with his own. Your pussy was throbbing by then in anticipation to what he had planned, and you didn’t have to wait long when you made eye contact with him again.

And from the look in his eyes, he was going to have his way with you and fuck you in a gritty, secluded alleyway that no regular person would dare to walk down in fear of what was in the darkness.

God, it shouldn’t have been as hot as it seemed.

“Good?” he asked, nervousness painting along his features for what you had to say – or if you were to decline that time. And it didn’t take a genius to know what he was asking of you.

“Good. And you?”

“Perfect.”

It was fast as Kento’s mouth descended onto yours, his hands cradling your face in desperate kiss as you walked backwards for him to press yourself against the wall. Your shoulder blades dug into the brick of the alleyway before you felt him close in on you and curl an arm underneath your knee to lift your leg up and pin your thigh up against the wall. His hips were already digging into either side of your inner thighs, his pelvis nearly inches away from your own as your skirt finally rode up to let him feast eyes on what he wanted most in that moment. You curled your fingers into the fabric of his shirt on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you bit your lip watching him already get to work and fluttering your eyes when you realized what he was doing.

Kento wasted no time dragging a knuckle down the front of your panties, a desperate noise leaving him whenever he pressed down onto the wet material before ultimately deciding he wasn’t going to have to waste any time with you. A finger coiled underneath the lace covering your pussy, pulling it to the side, and then he was sinking a lone, thick middle finger into you and cursing under his breath whenever you moaned unabashedly loud and clenched around the appendage while shallowly rocking your hips forward onto him.

He didn’t spare you any glance, face downwards as his fingers tightened on your thigh pinning it harder into the wall it nearly left indentions while he only watched the movement of his finger leaving you and returning you and coming out more coated with your juices each time he did so. You watched his dark eyebrows angle down more, a muscle bulging out in his jaw whenever the sounds of your soaked pussy began to fill quiet alleyway before he was speaking in a condescending tone, “Why are you so wet?”

You tried to tug him closer, a ‘Mmm’ leaving you whenever he picked up the pace and added another finger that slid in way too easy and leaving him to grunt again when you enthusiastically returned that with a higher-pitched moan. However Kento stayed steady, keeping his eyes down watching himself finger you and pinning your thigh higher up on the wall as you indulged him, “You mean why am I wet after watching you act like that and when you let me ride on your thigh? God Kento, you should know how wet you get me…”

His face twisted again, a slight look up towards your face underneath his eyelashes that nearly made you shiver from how blown his pupils were before he gently pulled his fingers out of you. His fingers were absolutely drenched with you, and he was examining them for a brief moment until he returned his hand and let it skim gently across your slit with a finger tickling at your clit and slowly using the pad of his finger to begin circling it. You let out a quiet whine, fingers twisting into his shirt more as you tilted your head against wall and slowly rolled your hips in tune to his ministrations.

Suddenly his finger was gone, taking all the pleasure he had been giving you for the brief moment and he lifted his head back up to look at you with a scowl and his voice deathly calm in a murmur, “You can do better than this.”

You squirmed whenever his finger brushed by your opening again, teasing you with putting a finger in to one knuckle before pulling it away and returning to soft touches to your clit. “Just touch me please.”

Kento regarded you with a sigh, pinching your clit for the whine and giving you what you wanted. He wasn’t finished with the teasing though, spending a few more rounds alternating from curling his fingers against your walls and pulling them free whenever he felt like it, and rubbing your clit in circles as you started to turn into a moaning, drooling mess biting into his shoulder from all the stimulation. Yet every time you sighed and your eyes nearly rolled back when you felt your cunt begin to loosen with an impending orgasm, he was pulling away and leaving you hanging that had you shaking in his hold and biting harder into his shirt.

You gained another bit of clarity from your swirling haze when you felt his fingers drag excruciatingly slow in circles along your thigh he had pinned against the wall, a vibrating hum leaving his throat whenever he felt your legs begin to shake. That hand trailed up and moved to lie palm up on the wall next to your head, the other pulling away from your pussy and letting it slide in a smooth, tantalizing graze until he glided up in-between your breasts before he laid his palm flat there. You could feel the wetness of your pussy juice coating his fingers through your shirt as he gently pushed your body back off of his to lean you against the wall. He took a moment to access your conditions, and when seeing no signs of backing out he continued onwards.

Your half-lidded eyes fell on his face, watching him grow closer until he was mouthing his next words around your lips and knocking his pelvis into yours.

“Tell me what you want,” Kento huffed so heatedly into your mouth, a barely there bite to your bottom lip and a small squeeze to one of your breasts.

Your whole body was trembling, fingers twisting into his shirt and mind drunk for him as your cunt all drenched along your inner thighs and pleading to be filled by him fluttered from his sinful tone. “Please, just let me cum – touch me, Kento,” you all but begged, bratty demeanor from before all but gone.

“And why should I do that?” His voice was low, eyelashes dipping more over his dark eyes that seemed to grow brighter the more you lost your composure. His hand left your chest after that, gliding back down as he pinched at your soaked panties.

“Because… just please, I understand what I did,” you whined out, trying to kiss at his lips again but to no avail. You nearly felt like thrashing around, the want to cum and need have him inside too strong and making you lose some of your sense.

A ‘Hmm’ was breathed out around you, two pads of his fingers rubbing the fabric of your lace panties together, “You did show you could do better letting your pussy get more wet for me, but…” he slid your panties down an inch, “you need to learn to be patient,” he finally hissed out, his tone losing that calm form and coiling into that barely restrained one you heard earlier whenever you had been teasing him.

You weren’t giving up, desperate for his entire being as one hand of yours slid back into his hair and massaged the back of his skull, “I am patient! I’ll do what you want me to do, just – please.”

Kento didn’t reply to you for a moment, only a sigh leaving his mouth that sounded just as condescending as it felt before he pulled your panties down another inch with the cool air tickling your soaked lower half. “You’ll do what I want? You’ll listen and only cum when I say you can?”

You wiggled up against his chest, arching your back away from the wall and trying to get closer to him and his clothed hard cock pressing against your abdomen, “Yesyesyesyesyes, anything.”

He was getting better at it. And hadn’t broke character once.

You’d definitely reward him for it a later time.

Kento only pulled away far enough to lean down and tear your horribly drenched panties off of you with a powerful sweep on his hand, pocketing them away in his pants for safekeeping. He closed in on you faster than before, and in one easy maneuver he yanked you up into his front harder with a steel arm wrapped around your back before instructing you further with orders.

“Up.”

You jumped up rather wobbly, his hands falling to settle on your thighs in a squeeze as you wrapped them around his waist. He pushed you back against the wall to lean in and plunge another harsh kiss onto your mouth as he grounded his cock up against your naked cunt, biting at your lower lip again when you whined and pulling away to mouth at your jawline before making his way to your ear and whispering his next command against your earlobe with a biting tease.

“Undo my pants.”

You weren’t able to wait any longer, hurriedly releasing your hands from where they were holding onto him and you miraculously were able to loosen his belt free and pull him out with a teasing squeeze. You barely held in a moan when you felt him so vulnerable in your hand, a shudder leaving you when you realized he was about to put himself inside of you and from his reaction to you touching him so heavy.

Kento’s lips and teeth detached themselves from your jawline frighteningly quick, his handsome, chiseled features twisting into pleasure as he threw his head back a brief angle and let out a groan from your touch. You nearly wanted to bite down onto his Adam’s apple exposed so nicely to you, and you would’ve if he hadn’t tilted his head back down with a wild glint in his eyes and used one hand to push yours away from his cock and hold them together against your breasts. The other left your thigh as well, leaving you suspended in the air by just his strength and weight as he rose his hand palm up right under your mouth.

“Spit.”

His curt, clipped tones only served to continue and turn you on, eagerly complying to him as you rolled your tongue around in your mouth to produce more saliva until the inside was completely full of your spit. You puckered your lips afterwards and drooled a decent amount of spit into his palm as his fingers teased at the edge of your lips while you did so, your drool getting caught in the corners of your mouth and wetting your chin once you were finished. A harsh tingle found its way into your clit once more when you watched his nostrils flare at your willingness and the way you were complying to his orders so quickly, a quirk to the corner of his own lips as he pulled his hand away from your face tickling your chin and freed your wrists.

“Good girl,” he praised you once, and in a quick display of reflexes and experience he had learned with you, he reached down with one hand and coated his cock with your spit and mixed it in with his precum, letting a long grunt leave him as he threw his head back once more when he began stroking himself to completely cover his dick with the makeshift lube. His other hand curled around your nape once more, squeezing the area as he shuffled closer to you suddenly, and you felt the recognizable feeling of his hot cock rubbing up against your entire cunt.

You squirmed again, locking your arms around his neck as you lifted yourself up a bit by arching your back waiting for the inevitable. Kento grunted at your eagerness, eyes squeezing shut along with yours whenever you wiggled down more onto his bare cock as your moans mingled together with your mouths so close together whenever you felt his tip brush against your opening. Kento let out a heated huff as he guided himself more into you, his cockhead breaching inside of you while his expression twisted into one of concentration.

“Kento,” you breathe, all breathy and pleading around his lips, “Please.”

His patience had worn thin then you understood, his cock finally pushing further inside of you somewhat slowly and even with how wet you had gotten from the fingering and pussy slapping, it still was quite the fit given Kento was someone who had girth. He was so thick, so searing, it was nearly too much for you to handle even though you had taken his cock countless times before. Though he continued into you as you arched and squirmed from the stretch of him pulling your pussy walls taut, your fingers twisted at the collar of his shirt when you suddenly heard him grunt in frustration then grip your hip in a near bruising hold before shoving the rest of him inside of you in one harsh thrust.

You couldn’t help the loud moan escaping you, the red-hot heat of his cock inside of you and the nerve-tingling pleasure of your cunt squeezing him impossibly tight and shocking your body nearly unbearable for you to even handle as you finally got him inside of you.

Kento seemed to be fairing somewhat better, a hot kiss planted on your mouth when jerked himself as far as he could inside of you, and his voice so low and sinful in your face it was a wonder you weren’t gushing all over him then. “How perfect,” his breath mingled with yours once more, your noses skimming across one and another’s as you began to find it too hard to kiss him back from the coil of pleasure burning behind your naval. “It’s like you were made for me, weren’t you? You’re my girl, aren’t you?” his fingers tightened on your nape, teeth scraping against your bottom lip as he pulled a choked gasp from you with one shallow push of his hips into you.

“Only yours,” you managed in your near drunken stupor, legs shaking around his waist as he started up a slow round of thrust in a mouthwatering angle. A high-pitched moan left you when his free hand teasingly brushed across your clit once more and you rolled your hips downwards to further impale yourself onto his cock, testing his patience in the meanwhile when you heard another long exhale leave him when you bit his lip in tune to clenching up around his dick. “Only you can get me this wet and fuck me like this.”

Perhaps… you should’ve backed off with the tempting words.

Kento was still for a moment before he shifted your higher up against the wall to where his mouth had access to your neck, his breath hot in puffs against it once he got there and with one bite into the junction between your shoulder and neck, he spoke his last command for the time being.

“Lock your ankles.”

Oh, God.

You fluttered your eyelashes at his request, a squirm of excitement tingling down into your pussy as the words nearly made you cum and you unabashedly whimpered in his ear after he growled them out into your throat, your booted feet accompanied with heels locking around his body and letting the dull edge of your heels press into the delicious dip of his lower back.

Better hold on tight.

He pulled out of you slowly one last time and let his tip glide up across your slit and clit before he was burying himself into your cunt with a quick, snap of his hips. The press of him against your sweet spot was harsher that time and the stretch better as it ended up letting you give out a breathless moan, your chest beginning to heave with pants and whines when he set an unforgiving and powerful pace. A pace that sent you spiraling back down into the path of a release that did as much for you as it did for him, the pulsing and fire inside of you raging as he continued to pound away at you.

Your gasps and whines began to line up to the rhythm of his harsh thrusts, your chin coming down to fall onto his shoulder once more as you bit and mouthed away at this shirt to try keep yourself grounded. You rocked your hips as best as you could, trying to incite him into fucking you harder and faster all the while chasing that pressure behind your naval that grew heavier and bigger the more he rapidly entered and left you. You wanted to hear more of his noises, the slight low grunts he was giving not enough as your fingers twisted harder and you let your nails dig into his nape. You wanted him to lose himself in the fitted wetness that was your cunt.

Kento busied himself to kissing and biting along the column of your throat, bouncing you harder as your back began to slide up and down the brick wall behind you and rub your skin through your shirt. You paid it no mind (he’d probably curse himself later as he tended to skin of your back in a bath), too caught up in the rough thrusting as you instead took notice of the steel cold of his belt buckle rubbing into your thigh on one side and the leather of it rubbing onto your other. His groan was muffled into your neck when you squeezed your thighs tighter.

You parted off from sucking on his shoulder with another hair-raising moan, angling your head far back enough so that the back of your skull was knocking against the brick, “Fuck –” your eyes nearly rolled back when his grip on you turned bruising and your tightened at the thought bruises being left behind. Your words came out in the rhythm of each hard thrust, the breath of you getting knocked out each time he quickly entered you and slammed up into your cunt. “I – love – it – when you – get – rough – it feels – so fucking – good!”

Your breathy little admission and the louder and filthier your mouth got earned you the noisy groan you had been wanting, that one hand releasing your hip to slam into the wall beyond you, that you swore nearly shattered the brick, and the other one leaving your nape to trail two fingers along your jawline until he was diving them into the hot expanse of your mouth. Kento pressed his two fingers down onto your tongue, an unspoken word for you to suck on them, and you did so greedily. You could feel your pussy tightening up along with that coil in your abdomen, the warning from earlier not to cum until he told blaring out in your mind before you shoved it away and fell towards your own pleasure.

The smacks you were hearing was both of your skin damp with sweat slapping against each other with every thrust he made and straining you were able to hear the slippery sounds of your cunt getting horribly wrecked. You moaned around his fingers when he grunted harshly into your neck, your head lulling to right and –

You nearly froze, the hair rising on your neck as you took notice of the curse hobbling along towards the both of you with a curious tilt to its head and another slight step of a sound caused you to move your head around to stare at the one approaching Kento from behind. Fear struck you for short moments, your eyes widening and body tensing up as you made a noise complaint around his fingers trying to get his attention that you two were not alone anymore. Though as Kento said before with you distracting him, he almost didn’t take notice and you almost reached around to grab your weapon to swing at one if Kento hadn’t already beat you to the punch.

“Ken –"

The curse to right of you took one step too close and you watched oh-so fascinatingly and so goddamn aroused when Kento’s fingers in your mouth left abruptly with drool stuck to them and caught the curse by its neck, his hand and forearm corded with thick veins bulging outwards in a display of raw strength before he twisted the neck of the curse around and smashed its head into the wall until it exploded in a smog of purple. He was quick again when you heard another annoyed grunt leave him and the hand on the wall disappeared and he reached behind for his blade, and with one clean sweep behind his back without even looking, dislodging the head of the curse with a harsh thrust up into your sopping cunt.

He had done all of that… without looking… with his face buried in your neck… and with him still fucking you…

You couldn’t help it, you came right then and there, so unbelievably turned on that he had done that so aggressively and without even stopping his momentum.

Your nails had made their way scratching down his back through his shirt as you rode out the entirety of your intense orgasm. You were glad Kento had returned his hand from where he had beat that curse against the wall to wrap back around your waist because you were sure you would’ve fallen apart onto the ground with how you finally came down from the euphoria and your limbs all but felt useless to you. He had continued to fuck you through the rushing release, your mind content to allow him to do so since you were all caught up with trying to calm your racing heart down along with your erratic breathing.

For that you heard him grunt and pull his hand away from your back as did his thrusting coming to a stop once he felt your thighs jerking around his waist. You wondered why he stopped as you blinked yourself out of the drunken-like haze that was your paradise; you may have been a little muddled from the way he made you cum but you knew he hadn’t cummed then. You got your answer when he pulled back from you and let you lie your back more against the wall, his dark eyes briefly watching your chest move with your fast breathing before rising back to your lusted-out expression. He waited until you weren’t breathing as hard and then his hands were falling back to grasp both your hips after returning his weapon to his back, his voice deadly calm as he regarded you.

“Did you just cum?”

You rolled your shoulders, sighing whenever he rose a dark eyebrow and waited for you to explain yourself, “Mmm, yes, just – keep going –”

He cut you off, a dumbfounded expression on his face as his eyes darted around your face, “Are you sure…?”

You wanted to sigh. So much for not breaking character. You indulged him with a breathy noise, tightening your thighs around his waist and flexing your cunt around his cock, “Yes, now – keep going… Be mean and… y’know. Unless I have to do all the work again…” you trailed off, a mischievous ploy in your words you hoped spurred him on.

His fingers tightened up on your hips, feeling your cunt flutter around him once more as his jaw clenched. And somehow, you found yourself on your feet confused for a moment… Like he’d moved too fast for you to actually follow…

“Um…” And it was a brief few seconds before your mind caught up with your body.

Kento had pulled himself out of you and gently dropped you to stand level on the ground. You let out an indignant noise in response before trying to find your way back onto his cock, but in another display of his strength he had turned you around, your chest and cheek pressed against the brick and your hands lying flat against it as well. Your back ended up bent in that position as he pulled your hips back into and you were bouncing on his awaiting cock once more. The new position had you moaning louder, his own hissing exhale from how deep he went in and slid in so easily from how wet you were following right behind you as he started up a pace.

There was no chance to gather your thoughts, Kento’s behavior was bordering on losing control as he pressed his weight onto you and pinned you hard to the wall. His mouth found its way to your ear again, breath hot in your ear as he started off his depraved words for you and you alone to hear.

“It was your loud mouth that attracted their attention,” he gravelly started, one hand on your hip leaving as two fingers found your swollen and sensitive clit, “What is it? Can’t even keep yourself quiet even when you got something in your mouth? Or was it you couldn’t find the words to tell me you wanted to cum?”

You couldn’t form an answer to that, too engrossed with the pleasure he was giving you into your still sensitive and gushing cunt while simultaneously rubbing away at your clit in a fast pace. What you managed was a whining noise, fucking back onto his cock as his fingers slowed down on your clit and held off your new rapidly approaching orgasm. You nearly wanted to cry out in frustration from his ridiculous self-control, yet you were branching out on another cry whenever his fingers molded themselves into your hips with a quick pull backwards onto his cock.

You squealed, pressing your breasts harder into the wall as he started back up into your ear again. "Focus. Tell me what you want.”

“I want – mmm God, I want –”

He squeezed your hips, his own smacking loudly against your ass before a thumb found its way into your mouth and his teeth latched onto your earlobe before repeating himself again, “Say it. Tell me how much you want me to cum inside of you. Tell me how much you want me to cum and how you’ll barely be able to hold it inside of you. Tell me you want me to fuck my cum into you. Tell me how much you want to be a good girl for me.”

He was commanding you then, your eyes squeezing shut in tune to how your pussy clenched around him to his sinful words. The cutting edge to them told you that he was leaving you no room to even try and escape from answering him, your toes curling inside of your boots when he picked up his thrusts and huffed heatedly against your cheek.

Your whines were airy, face feeling flustered as you heeded his order, “Please, Kento, I’ll do anything – I want you to cum inside of me so bad –”

You cut yourself off when his fingers left your clit, thinking perhaps he was giving you what you wanted until that hand came down onto your ass in a resounding slap. You lurched forward from it, biting your lip trying to muffle a load moan as your pussy gushed more around his cock and the slippery sounds of your two’s debauchery grew louder in the alleyway. Your body felt like mush then, legs shaking under his form as he pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

“More.”

You could nearly feel the exasperated tears well up in your eyes, nails scratching at the brick and legs spreading wider for him as he bent your body down further and his fingers found your clit once more. Kento started up his teasing circles, chest heaving into your back as you tried once more in a shaky voice to appease his commands, “I want you to ruin me, fuck me dumb like a slut and can only think of you.”

You could feel his brow furrow against the side of your face, sweat lining in with yours as his hips picked up in a dangerous smacking with his balls following in pursuit to slapping into your pussy and clit as his fingers picked up the speed on your clit. Your eyes nearly rolled when you felt yourself falling back into your second release, gasping moans leaving your parched mouth as he grew desperate and started groan into your cheek. It spurned you on, you wanted to push him further to get him to act out more.

“I want you to fuck me so hard and cum in me so much there’s no way that I’m not pregnant. Come on, Kento –” you broke off in a heated moan, sweaty forehead grinding into the brick as you continued to babble whatever he possibly wanted to hear to get him and yourself to cum. "Fuck me till I'm pregnant – please – cum in me as much as you want until your baby's in me –"

His fingers pushed harder onto your clit, a white-hot burst behind your eyelids as you felt him teeter into a breakneck speed into your cunt. It nearly stopped you from getting the rest of your sentence out, but you managed to gasp it out you finally entered the throes of your second orgasm.

You couldn’t take it.

His fingers felt too good on your swollen clit, his cock so fucking hot and thick inside of you as it jutted into your deepest region, everything just fucking smelling like him, your brain churning into pure depravity as you listened to him groan and grunt as he increased his pace, your lower abdomen pulling and stretching out so far, and holy fucking shit –

You were sure what you garbled out was a variation of his name, but you weren’t too sure considering you were preoccupied trying not to pass out.

You were definitely sure then if he hadn’t kept a firm hold of your hips you would’ve collapsed and slid down the wall and onto the ground from how bad your legs were shaking. You didn’t necessarily care either when you felt a small dab drool escape your mouth around his thumb as you were too busy fighting off the aftershocks of your orgasm. That one was the most intense; your world – and your cunt – bursting like a champagne bottle when struck your entire body like a lightning strike. If you weren’t so needy to hear him cum you would’ve let your mind fall deep into the endorphins being given to you and tickling your body all the way down to your toes, your muscles and bones feeling like they had been liquefied and going numb.

The way he was still fucking you was on the frontlines of your thoughts, your body bouncing back and forth from the tenacity of his thrusts as your insides constricted and throbbed around him to help meet his own end. You didn’t have to wait long though as the mere feeling of you cumming around his cock pushed him over the edge, both hands on your hips tugging you backwards for one fierce thrust to let himself find your deepest point in the hot, mind-blowing pleasure that was your cunt and meet his end.

“Fuck!”

His body twitched behind you as his hands dug deeper into your flesh before he started to erratically jerk inside of you in slower strokes as his cum spurted out of him. Your eyes spun back and you moaned again when you felt the warm spurts of his cum shoot inside of your awaiting cunt and literally stuff you full to point you were sure you wouldn’t be able hold all of his cum within you. It nearly felt as if he never was going to stop, the new heat in your pussy sliding down throughout the inside of you. You could feel from the thick girth of the liquid passing through your cervix and into your wombs as Kento’s hips rocked slowly with each new spray into you until finally he came to a full stop with his cock sitting snugly inside of you to hold all of his cum in your cunt for the time being.

It was a few moments more longer as you both gathered your breath and bearings before he was slowly sliding out of you, his hands releasing you after one final squeeze and gliding across your ass, then completely leaving your body. After that he was spinning you around, hands finding your cheeks to angle your face towards him as he let his eyes roll over inch of your face and body.

“Are you alright?” Kento finally asked, voice still slightly breathy and face still flushed. His hair was even more messed up than before, his shirt wrinkled and you noticed his tie was still wrapped around his fist. He had tucked himself back into his pants and in those few moments you had been shaking against the wall, and you wiggled whenever you blinked into more clarity and he was pulling your skirt back down to shield your modesty.

You grinned dopily up at him, leaning further into him as you stuck your nose into his collarbone, “I’ve never felt better.”

“I didn’t hurt you?” he questioned again, a tilt of concern in his voice whenever you nearly stumbled into him.

“Absolutely not,” you mumbled and wrapping your arms around his waist for a hug, “I would’ve told you if you did.”

He sighed wrapping an arm around your waist and checking his watch whenever he noticed the sun beginning to set, “The Farmer’s Market is probably over by now.” Why did he sound somewhat melancholic?

(Of course, leave it to Nanami Kento to be upset he couldn't go to the Farmer's Market anymore after getting some pussy.)

You rolled your head upwards to study his face, an eyebrow cocking as he looked devilishly handsome in the oncoming sunset, “Are you still worried about that?”

Kento looked back to you, eyebrows knitting together as he started to walk you both of out the alley, “I’m only saying that because you were the one whining whenever I dropped the basket.”

“You didn’t drop it, you slapped a curse with it and then threw it at another one. Besides… not too worried about it since I got something else in the end.”

“Hmm.”

“C’mon, you know you liked it too. Especially when I told you to put –”

“Don’t finish that sentence. Especially since I’m not done with you yet.”

“What. I can barely feel my legs.”

“I know, and after I find my jacket and we report what happened to the school we’re going home where I’m, as you said, ‘putting another baby in you’.”

“Ugh, whatever, but since you get your jacket can I have my panties back, you freak.”

“No. They’re mine.”

“No way you’re gonna make me walk around with no panties on…”

“I am and –”

He slapped your ass again, causing you to jolt and squeal as he leant down and whispered in your ear again as you laughed.

“A single drop of me better not come out of you until we get home.”

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plutotheplum · 10 months ago

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Red Tape

mma fighter!sylus x manager!reader

summary: the man you're in charge of is somewhat of a handful (...and a mouthful).

cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, modern au, smut, vaginal fingering, kissing, dirty talk, oral sex - m! and f!receiving, praise kink, p in v, masturbation, size difference, size kink, mild choking

wc: 8.8k

a/n: pulled his grasslands card and nghhh he's so fine and big. lowkey think i wrote too much. hope you guys like it! <3

also on ao3!

The sounds of limbs colliding and loud grunts of exertion fill the air as you step inside the training gym.

You let your eyes scan the expanse of it, eyes narrowing to try and find the white-haired man you’re in charge of. You eventually spot him, red tape wrapped around his hands as he works with his trainer, throwing punches of varying strength against the boxing pads.

Heels clacking against the floor, you approach Sylus, standing off to the side as you watch him train. His moves are calculated and sharp, never allowing for any stray hits to pass through. It’s how Sylus has managed to stay at the top of the rankings for the past few years. He had risen quickly, his strength and technique acknowledged by those around him, supporters and rivals alike.

You’d been his manager for a total of two years. It’d been outlined in a fortunate job posting that you’d deemed interesting enough to apply for. Back then you had wondered whether he’d be difficult, but Sylus was annoying at most and actually acknowledged your judgement.

“How am I looking?” Sylus calls out to you, stepping away from his trainer and grabbing a bottle of cold water to press against his neck.

“Good,” you reply, watching as he steps out from under the ropes of the boxing ring, his tall frame approaching yours.

“Just good?” he asks, peering down at you.

You roll your eyes, reaching for his hand to undo the tape that covers his fingers. “Fine. Better than good. We both know you’re at the top of your form these days.”

Sylus hums in agreement, his fingers flexing once you unwrap the tape. You do the same for his other hand, gathering the discarded tape and rolling it up into a ball. He drinks down the bottle of cold water, throat bobbing as he does so.

“Who am I up against tonight?” Sylus asks, slumping down into a nearby chair.

His muscles are taut from training, a sheen of sweat covering his body. You can’t look away when he pulls his tank top over his head, the muscles of his abdomen flexing as he reaches for a towel to sling around the back of his neck and wipe his face dry.

“First few matches should be fine,” you tell him, drawing your eyes away from his sculpted body to look down at your phone, “final match might be a little hard. Xavier.”

Sylus sighs, running his hand through his damp hair as he glances at you. “He’s fast.”

“Not as fast as you,” you say, shaking your head.

He grins, leaning towards you. “It’s sweet my manager has such faith in me,” he drawls.

You shoot him an unimpressed look, pushing his head back when he gets a little too close for comfort, his crimson eyes boring into yours intently.

“I’m more concerned about my paycheck.”

“I make you twice as much money than you would at a shitty desk job,” Sylus replies, thighs spreading as he gets comfortable.

“Try making it triple,” you grin back at him, tossing him another bottle of water as you stand up.

Sylus catches it effortlessly, pressing it against his forehead this time. He slouches a little more and you dig through his bag beside you, handing him a protein bar. You let your gaze drift as he rests, watching as the other men train in the gym.

Some throw punches, others duck to avoid getting hit. You were well aware of the fact that Sylus had his own personal boxing ring, and yet he preferred to train here, in front of other men. An intimidation tactic or simply personal preference, you didn’t know. All in all, you were grateful that Sylus’ performance was consistent. You hardly had to involve yourself, a new rush of sponsorships flooding your email in the days following his matches.

“Remember to rest,” you say to him when he stands up and rolls his shoulders, his muscles rippling.

“I’m a professional,” Sylus replies dryly, his hand landing on your head heavily as he grants you a few pats.

You scoff, swatting his hand away, trying to smooth down the strands of your hair. The view of his bare, broad back is appreciated however, your greedy eyes following the boxer as he slips past the ropes of the boxing ring again. It doesn't exactly fall under the job description to ogle the man you’re in charge of, but Sylus is unfairly handsome, and innocent glances never hurt anyone.

The thrum of the arena is electrifying.

You can feel the beat of the music match the pulse of your heart as you stand outside Sylus' locker room, checking your phone every now and then. The door swings open after a few moments and you step inside, finding Sylus sitting on the steel bench.

His legs bounce, his hands clasped together, head hanging low. All boxers had their own ritual, and you weren’t about to interrupt his. Instead, you strike up a quiet conversation with his trainer, waiting for Sylus to finish up.

Sylus waves you over after a few moments and you’re already undoing the red tape from its roll, winding it around his fingers so that it sticks properly. He flexes his fingers experimentally, giving you a nod and you move to his other hand, fingers brushing against his.

“Take it easy out there,” you murmur, lifting his hand to smooth out the creases in the tape.

“I always take it easy,” Sylus says, sending you a devilish grin.

It’s not exactly true. Sylus likes to show off, you think he might like the thrill of it. Carefully placed embellished hits do make for great television after all.

“Besides,” he continues, his hands wrapping around the back of your thighs to pull you between his legs, “I have my lucky charm with me.”

You let out an awkward laugh, squirming out of his grasp although he seems reluctant to let go. His trainer seems to catch the little interaction between you, and you clear your throat, taking another step back.

“Manager. I’m your manager .”

“You can be both,” he retorts, standing up.

Sylus bounces on the balls of his feet for a few moments, his shoulders rolling and head tilting to get rid of any cricks in his neck. He pulls the hood of his jacket over his head, snowy hair disappearing, his face darkening. An announcement blares through the locker room and he’s moving out, with you and the rest of his team trailing after him.

You’ve lost count of how many matches of his you’ve attended, but somehow the nerves don’t ease, the knot of uncertainty tightening in your stomach. He’s more than capable of handling the blows hurled at him but there’s a part of you that can’t help but worry about an opponent playing dirty and landing a blow that he can’t recover from.

He excels through the first stages as expected. Most of his opponents for the first few rounds are amateurs at most, making clumsy mistakes that end up giving Sylus an opening to finish them off.

Xavier is more of a challenge. He’s quick on his feet, easily sidestepping and making short, sharp jabs that have Sylus keeping his distance. You wince when Xavier lands a blow to Sylus�� face, hard enough to make his lip split. Blood runs down his chin, but Sylus is catching the rivulets of blood with his tongue and finding your eyes through the sea of faces, his grin cocky albeit bloody.

You roll your eyes, shaking your head. His eyes glint at the challenge, your warning to “take it easy” all but forgotten as he lands a heavy punch to Xavier’s abdomen. Xavier stumbles back, doubling over in pain but he straightens out just as quickly.

A few more punches are thrown, but Sylus wins the first round, thankfully. He’s waving you over during the rest period, crouching down.

You lean forward, letting him whisper into your ear, the sheer loudness of the crowd making it difficult to hear him.

“Need you to fix my tape.”

You nod, pulling off his boxing gloves and undoing the tape around his fingers to wrap it a bit tighter.

“Better?” you ask, peering up at him.

Sylus nods, and you motion for him to bend his head a little more. You press a damp towelette against his split lip. He hisses at the feeling, jaw clenching.

“He’s weak on his left-side,” you murmur, wiping away the blood that’s dripped down his chin.

“You’re not one to give me tips,” he says.

“Seems like you need it,” you whisper, “you’re performing poorly, Sylus.”

That seems to set him off a little, his brows furrowing for a moment before he schools his features back into something more neutral. He reaches out for you, his large hand cupping your cheek. Your eyes widen, trying to take a step back but it’s too late, your flushed face is being broadcast on the large screens.

The crowd seems just as surprised as you are, the raucous chatter quietening for a moment as they watch.

His lips brush over your ear as he speaks, his breath warm and heavy. “I’ll make you triple.”

Sylus lets go of you, and you shoot a wane smile to the camera that’s been trained on you both. It’s convincing enough for the crowd to lose attention as the second round starts.

As the match drags on, it becomes evident as to what Sylus is doing. He’s toying with his opponent, letting Xavier think he has the upper hand when really it’s Sylus that’s controlling the pace. Sylus lets Xavier get one last hit in before he’s retaliating, hard and fast, his opponent’s body crumpling to the floor. When Xavier fails to rise, cheers erupt, Sylus’ name being chanted throughout the arena, crazed fans jumping up and down as the referee holds his arm up.

There’s sweat dripping from Sylus’ brow when you find him back in the locker room. The reporters had loved his post-fight interview, his smug grin supersized on the large screens in the arena. A medic kneels beside him, examining his body carefully to eliminate the possibility of any injuries worsening.

“Why don’t you ever listen to me?” you sigh, crossing your arms over your chest.

Sylus smiles, his head tipped back, resting against the tiled wall. “I won, didn’t I?”

Frustration pricks at your skin and your eyes narrow, feeling tempted to slap the stupid smile right off of his face.

“Don’t be like that,” Sylus coos, brushing off the medic attending to him without a second glance and reaching for you. “You wanted triple, I made you triple.”

“I- I wasn’t being serious !” you hiss, trying to tug your wrist free.

Sylus’ grip only tightens, tugging you down so that your face nears his. You swallow harshly, his scarlet eyes somehow brighter under the light.

“You said I was performing poorly,” he murmurs, “I did what you wanted.” His fingers unfurl, stroking the inside of your wrist. The hint of a smirk plays on the side of his mouth when he sees how rigid you’ve become. “Besides,” his voice lowers a bit more so as to stop others from hearing, “you liked it when I smiled at you.”

His fingers smooth over your skin a few more times, dragging down to spread across the expanse of your palm. Sylus can spot the haze that glosses over your eyes, the way you extend your arm towards him slightly, chasing more of his touch.

You think you could’ve stayed like that forever if not for his physical therapist that’s bundled inside the locker room, pushing you aside. His fingers fall away from yours and you snatch your hand back, tucking it behind your back. Sylus looks like he wants to say something, but you’re turning on your heel to escape the oppressive atmosphere, feeling as though you’ve been smothered.

The cool night air is welcome when you burst through the doors of the arena, chest rising as you take in a deep lungful to calm the storm of emotions swirling in your mind. It’s a strictly professional relationship, you remind yourself, muttering under your breath and nodding along to your rampant thoughts to soothe yourself.

“Professional,” you whisper, staring at your hand as though it were a traitor, “I am a professional .”

Your fingers tingle in response, the phantom sensation of his fingers spreading out across your wrist. A sharp scoff leaves you, wiping your hand against your skirt. Unfortunately, your mind is all over the place and remembering Sylus’ bloody grin is enough to send a rush of heat through your body.

The sound of someone’s shoes shuffling in the distance has your ears perking up, but you don’t pay it any mind, too frustrated with yourself. Sylus is irritating, but it doesn’t stop your heart from racing whenever you think about him. You’d never meant for the stupid, little crush to flourish into something bigger, but ever since he’d asked you to stick around, things had gotten complicated.

Truth is, Sylus hadn’t lost a single match ever since you’d begun to wrap his hands for him. It’s why he has you wrap them now, every match without fail. You didn’t exactly believe in this superstition of his, but he was adamant, refusing to fight unless it was you that was winding the red tape around his fingers.

The scuffling noise grows louder and your brows furrow, trying to spot where it’s coming from.

“Ya lookin’ really pretty, miss,” a raspy voice sounds, an unfamiliar man stepping out of the dark.

The stench of tobacco is strong and you’re taking a step back, sending him an uneasy smile. He smiles back, yellowed teeth becoming visible, and you fight a grimace, trying to stop your lip from curling up in disgust. You spy the automatic doors from the corner of your eye, but the man reaches for you before you can make it to safety, holding onto you tight.

“Let me go!” you say, sounding panicked.

He only grunts, trying to pull you towards him. You pull back, gritting your teeth when his fingers dig into you.

“Ease up, pretty,” the man leers.

If anything, this whole situation was Sylus’ fault. You’re angry at yourself, at Sylus, and now at this disgusting man who was trying to take advantage of you.

“You’re pathetic,” your voice is a harsh hiss, fear giving way to resentment.

“Now, that is not very nice,” he replies, “why don’t you smile for me? A real one this time.”

Your eye twitches at the sheer audacity of his words, teeth gritting together. You’ve never punched anyone before, but tonight might be a good time to start.

“Fuck you.”

Before your fist can land, there’s a hand on your shoulder, pulling you back gently. You don’t have to look to know who it is. Sylus’ arm shoots out instead, punching the man in the face. He staggers back, tripping over his own feet and landing on the floor with a heap. Blood wets his hand and he groans, clutching his nose. You hope it’s broken.

“You okay?” Sylus murmurs, stepping in front of you and blocking the man from sight.

“I’m fine,” you mutter, frowning. “I was handling it.”

“I’m sure you were,” he says lightly, gaze dipping over you.

The man makes a noise of disgruntlement, a security guard hauling the man up onto his feet. You try to poke your head out from Sylus’ side, but he doesn’t let you, holding your wrist to distract you. He smooths his fingers over where the man had been gripping you, his touch firm and insistent, soothing the reddened imprints on your skin.

“Let me take you home,” Sylus murmurs, his fingers brushing against yours gently.

“I can take care of myself,” you retort.

Sylus doesn’t let you escape this time, tucking your hair behind your ear before he’s guiding you towards his bike.

“Wait! Were you even cleared?”

“I’m not injured,” Sylus says, shoving a helmet down over your head.

“But- but my car!” you protest.

“I’ll have Luke and Kieran take care of it.”

The mention of the twins makes it more likely for something to go wrong. There’s a good chance they’ll end up totalling your car, or losing your belongings. You don’t even know why Sylus took them on, but they had succeeded in becoming unofficial trainees under Sylus’ guidance.

You shake your head stubbornly, pushing the helmet up. Sylus doesn’t let you, his hand shoving it back down before he’s picking you up and setting you down on his bike.

“I’m your manager!” you grouse in a last ditch effort.

“I’m well aware,” Sylus replies, swinging his leg over his bike.

You squeal when he takes off, arms wrapping around his middle tightly, eyes squeezing shut as the wind whips around you. He knows where your apartment is, having visited a few times when you’d asked him to stop by to sign some pressing paperwork.

His bike slows to a soft purr as it stops by the curb outside your apartment complex. His bike is annoyingly difficult to dismount and you grunt, struggling. You manage to land, although on shaky feet, your knees buckling for a moment. Sylus laughs, catching you by the waist before you hit the floor. The heat of his body has your breath hitching, your hands resting on his broad shoulders for stability.

“You’re too clumsy,” he murmurs, squeezing your sides gently, “take it easy.”

“Really?” you roll your eyes when he uses your own words against you.

“Really.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks again, voice softening.

All you can do is nod, heart fluttering at the gentle look in his eyes. He stares at you for a moment longer, trying to determine whether you’re lying. When you don’t say anything, he pulls you closer, his hands rubbing up and down your waist soothingly.

“I didn’t mean it,” you mumble out, feeling shy, “you- you were great tonight.”

“Yeah?”

You hum in response, giving him another nod. Sylus’ hands drift lower, past the line of professionalism. He stares down at you, his head tilting. Your lungs seem to have lost their ability to function at full capacity, quick, uneven breaths leaving you as your hands tighten into his jacket.

“What are you doing?” you whisper, voice barely audible when the tip of his nose brushes yours.

“Determining your wellbeing,” Sylus says smoothly.

“I’m fine, seriously.”

“Your cheeks are flushed and your chest is heaving” he whispers. Sylus’ hand has begun to wander, tracing down your neck, pushing apart the collar of your blouse to trail lower, his eyes drinking in your cleavage hungrily. He lets out a low laugh when you twitch in his arms. “You seem... unwell .”

“I’m fine !” you push away from his chest, patting your hot cheeks to try and cool them.

He raises his brows silently, but follows you into your apartment complex all the same, despite your protests. Something about ensuring your safety. Thankfully, he keeps his distance when he steps into the elevator with you, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket.

The air is tense and you sneak a glance up at him to find him staring back at you. Your gaze snaps back, embarrassment rushing through your body, wishing the floor would just do you a favor and swallow you up.

Sylus doesn’t come in when you open the door, watching as you kick off your heels and rub at your sore ankles. He just stares , leaning against the doorframe.

“Thank you,” you say, breaking through the awkwardness of the air, “for bringing me home and- and taking care of that guy, but I definitely had it handled.”

He gives you a lazy smile, his head dropping to rest against the doorframe as well.

“You're welcome.”

“Okay, well, you- you can go now,” you say, gesturing with your hands and pushing at his chest to get him to leave.

Sylus doesn’t budge, his lips pursing as he stares down at you. The height difference is all the more noticeable since you’ve taken off your heels. His hand reaches out, landing on your waist.

“Come see me.”

“ What ?”

“Come see me,” Sylus repeats, “I’ll teach you how to punch.”

“I- I don’t need to learn how to punch,” you sputter, shaking your head vehemently.

“If you had punched that man, you would’ve broken your thumb,” he murmurs, his hand sliding up your neck to cup your cheek. “You need me.”

You can’t help your eyes from fluttering shut, leaning into the warmth of his palm. Sylus lets you, his thumb running over your cheek gently. You find that he’s gotten closer when you open your eyes, his lips parted. Rising up on the tips of your toes, you let your nose nudge his, wanting him to kiss you, consequences be damned.

Sylus smiles, a soft laugh leaving him when he pulls back, drawing up to his full height. “You’re my manager.”

You’re too stunned to reply, unable to get any words out as you watch him walk back towards the elevator. He gives a wave of his fingers, disappearing from sight. You stare at the empty hallway for a moment, letting out a frustrated scoff and scrubbing your hand over your face.

Exhaustion weighs your body down and you’re crawling into bed after showering, tugging the blankets up over yourself. The incessant ache between your thighs keeps you from falling asleep and you’re acutely aware of how empty you feel.

It’s why your hand is creeping down into your sleep shorts, a soft noise spilling into the quiet air when you find you’re already wet. Sylus’ face flashes through your mind, and instead of pushing it away, you focus on it. You rub your clit, slowly at first, savoring the sensation as you imagine his lazy smile.

The image shifts however, and now you’re imagining him between your thighs, your hand in his white hair as he licks over your cunt. It has your back arching, fingers rubbing against your clit faster as you moan.

“Fuck,” you whimper, stroking over your clit gently, the sensation making your thighs twitch.

Your imagination has begun to run rampant, imagining his fingers digging into your hips as he fucks into you, his mouth on your body, on your lips, against your ear whispering filth. You stuff two fingers into your pussy, fucking them in and out desperately. You have no doubt Sylus’ fingers would reach deeper.

You need him, you need him desperately . You think about him shoving your face into the pillows, palming your ass and sinking his cock into you. You think about his body flush against yours, his hands stroking your hair as he humps his hips into you. He’s just so big , his weight on top of yours would most likely make you lose your mind. Slick pours out of your cunt rapidly, whimpers filling in the air with how sensitive you’ve become.

“Sylus!” you moan his name as you cum, body shuddering.

Panting, you stare up at the ceiling, a frustrated whine slipping out of you when you realize how pathetically you’re acting. The haze of your orgasm doesn’t let your mind linger on the thought for any longer, your eyes drooping shut as you fall asleep.

You’re too weak to resist.

It’s how you’ve ended up here, inside his personal boxing ring, with him adjusting the tape on your hands. He’d suggested boxing gloves, but they’d kept slipping off with how big they were.

Your body stiffens when he steps up behind you. Sylus has you feeling like a fool as you hold your arms up, bent at the elbows, hands curled into fists. You meet his gaze through the mirror and he simply smirks, his chest pressing against your back as he fixes your form.

“Thumbs outside,” he murmurs, prying your fist open to tug your thumb free, “you’ll break them otherwise.”

“I really don’t think this is necessary,” you mutter, tensing when his fingers trail down your side.

“Self-defense is always necessary,” he replies.

You bite back a whine when his large hand curls around your hip, his palm pushing gently as he gets you to shift your stance.

“When you throw a punch, you have to pivot,” Sylus says, his other hand dropping to the other side of your hips. “Keep your shoulders relaxed, if you’re too tense the hit won’t be as powerful.”

You can’t exactly relax when he’s hovering behind you. Sylus squeezes your hips and you don't know whether he’s actually trying to teach you or whether he’s simply being a horrible man and setting off your poor touch-starved body.

“Wrist straight,” he continues, stepping away. “Put your body weight into it, and remember to pivot, okay?”

A simple nod is all that leaves you and he stands in front of you, holding his hands up. You can’t help but feel insulted.

“At least put the boxing pads on,” you mutter, feeling miffed.

“Hit me,” Sylus orders instead.

You lean forward, hips twisting as you put as much of your body weight into the punch as you can, shoulder rippling forward as you punch his hand.

“What are you trying to hurt, a fly?” he drawls, shooting you an unimpressed look. “Again.”

“I could have your reputation ruined,” you hiss back, adjusting your position. You let your hips pivot again, cheeks flushed with irritation as your arm shoots forward, punching his hand.

“Better.”

A satisfied huff sounds and you cross your arms over your chest triumphantly. It’s the little things in life, you think. Sylus rolls his eyes, his finger nudging at your forehead.

“Let’s just hope you don’t run into any more unsavory characters.”

“There’s plenty of other ways to defend myself,” you retort. “Pepper spray, tasers, and well, men always tend to have a weakness.” You point to the spot between his thighs.

Sylus looks down to where you’re gesturing, a laugh breaking out of him when he realizes what you’re implying.

“Not always,” he says and your eyes widen when he suddenly approaches you. Sylus places his hand over your mouth, spinning you around so that he’s practically draped over your back. “Get out of this.”

It’s hard to move when he has you pinned against him like this, but you shift your arm, driving your elbow back into his side hard . Sylus grunts, his grip loosening on you just for a moment. It’s the fraction of a second that you need, leg lifting as you stomp his foot harshly. He lets out a pained groan, and your leg kicks out again, landing a blow to his knee.

Sylus buckles onto the mat of the boxing ring and part of you can’t believe you’ve managed to bring him down. You hover over him, almost feeling bad for the man as he clutches his knee.

A sigh of a feigned dramatics leaves you, a satisfied expression creeping up onto your face. “You know, you did tell me to get out- ah! ” You shriek when he grabs your arm, tugging you down. Your legs give way and you land on the mat in a heap, letting out a pained noise.

“Celebrated too early,” he murmurs, “once your attacker is down, you run .”

You grunt in annoyance, ignoring his hand when he offers it as he stands up. Sylus waits for a few moments longer, letting out a soft laugh before he hauls you up by your elbow, setting you on your feet.

He lowers his head to check if there’s any damage to your face, invading your personal space. Your head leans back as his face moves closer until you can feel the heat of his breath fanning across your skin.

“Stop it,” you mutter, taking a step back.

You’re too clumsy for your own good however, losing your footing at the edge of the boxing ring. A squeak escapes you, arms flailing for a bit as you feel yourself beginning to slip, the ropes sliding down your back. Sylus reaches for you before you can fall, tugging you towards him.

“Careful,” he chastises.

Sylus’ hand smooths over your hair, brushing it away from your face. Your breath hitches when he cups your cheeks, tilting your head up.

“Stop- stop doing that,” you whisper, “stop touching me.”

“I don’t want to,” Sylus murmurs, his arm wrapping around your waist, “stop fighting me.”

You send him a half-hearted glare and he smirks, drawing you closer until you’re flush against his body.

“You wanted it last night,” he continues, mouth hovering above yours, “give in.”

His stare is blistering and it’s almost as though Sylus can see through you, though you’re not sure whether you’re ready for that yet. Your head shakes stubbornly and he lets go of you, letting out a sigh.

You watch as he shrugs off his shirt, his muscles flexing. Unspoken words sit on the tip of your tongue, but he’s leaving the boxing ring. The sound of his fist colliding with the punching bag echoes through the room and you stand there awkwardly, watching as the punching bag rattles under the force of his punches.

“Should I leave?” you call out meekly once you’ve managed to get out of the boxing ring yourself.

“Stay,” Sylus replies, glancing back at you, “we aren’t done.”

His words sound foreboding enough to have you squirming in place. Sylus hits that stupid punching bag countless times, to the point where even your emails aren’t keeping you interested.

Sweat covers his taut muscles as he approaches you, his hand running through his hair. You find your eyes fixated on his biceps, how broad his shoulders are and how big he is.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he murmurs.

“Like what?” you ask breathlessly.

He reaches out, his fingers squishing your cheeks together. “Like you want me to fuck you.”

Well, he’s not exactly wrong . You stare at him for a moment longer, heart racing in your chest. All your previous reasons to not pursue something with him have begun to fail you, your stubbornness being chipped away as he runs his thumb over your lips.

“I do,” you say, voice hoarse, “I do want you to fuck me.”

Sylus grins, his eyes flashing dangerously at your confession. The sweat on his body seeps into your clothes when he pushes you up against the wall, but you don’t care, hands spreading across his firm chest, a soft whine slipping out of you.

“Why the change in mind?” he coos, his thumb brushing over your lips again.

“Do I need a reason?” you whisper, opening your mouth and sucking his thumb into your mouth.

Surprise flits across his face and he lets out a deep laugh, pushing his thumb into your mouth further. Your eyes flutter shut, tongue swirling around his digit, before lapping at the pad of his thumb playfully. He kisses your cheek, trailing hungry kisses down your neck, hand squeezing at your waist roughly.

“Always look so fuckin’ pretty,” he rasps, pulling his thumb free from the confines of your mouth.

His body is warm against yours, his hands groping at your ass, squeezing at the fat appreciatively. You whimper, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, eager for his mouth on yours.

“Wanted to do this at the match,” Sylus murmurs, “on the big screens. Could’ve shown everyone how good my manager is for me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you reply, tilting your head as he kisses along your jaw, “that- ah- that would’ve caused a scandal.”

“The things I want to do to you would cause a bigger scandal,” he says, smiling down at you.

You’re weak for it, the lazy curl of his lips, the low drawl of his voice. You tug him down a little more and press a heated kiss to the corner of his mouth. His eyes bore into yours and he lets out an amused huff, stroking his thumb over the curve of your cheek before finally slotting his lips over yours.

Sylus works his lips against yours, hand cupping the back of your head to draw you closer to him. He maneuvers you as he pleases, your hands sliding down to rest against his bare chest, rising up on the tips of your toes.

He hisses suddenly, pulling away and you frown, brows furrowing. Sylus touches his still healing split lip, running his tongue over it.

"Sorry," you wince.

"I'm fine," he murmurs, lowering his head, "kiss me, sweetie."

"Oh, I don't think-"

Sylus doesn't let you finish. You’re both stumbling together, bumping into a wall every so often as he kisses you all the way to his bedroom, his hands roving over you. Biting your lip, you push at his chest, smiling when he falls down onto the bed, flat on his back.

Sylus shifts, propping his arm behind his head to watch you. You’ve never felt this adventurous before, but you’re pulling your shirt off slowly, giving him a show. His eyes darken when you take off your bra, taking in your breasts and pebbled nipples.

“Tease,” he murmurs when you pinch your nipples.

You take your shorts off next, hooking your thumbs into your panties to shimmy them off when he stops you.

“Keep them on,” Sylus says, voice laden with lust. “C’mere, baby.”

You crawl over him and Sylus drags you into another kiss, brushing your hair back. He squeezes at your ass a few times, groaning into your mouth as he feels your tits squished up against his chest.

“Hi,” you whisper, nosing against his cheek.

“Hey,” he says hoarsely, hands caressing your hips.

You can feel how hard he is through his shorts, the straining imprint of it against your skin. Sylus doesn’t let you touch his cock though, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and moving your jaw to guide you into a kiss.

A soft whimper escapes you when you feel his fingers brush your panties, pressing a little firmer until he’s rubbing your cunt through your panties. Sylus’ kisses grow sloppier, spit leaking from the sides of your mouths until he’s pushing your panties to the side and spreading your folds with his fingers.

“ Fuck ,” you mewl, pulling away from his ravenous mouth to rock your hips back into his fingers.

“So wet, sweetie,” Sylus whispers, tongue darting out to lick over your lower lip, “all for me, hm?”

You nod, hand squeezing at his shoulder. He smiles against your lips and you kiss him, fingers in his hair whilst your other hand wanders over his chest and abdomen.

Sylus sinks a finger into you, and your suspicions are confirmed, his fingers do reach deeper. He keeps you on the edge, alternating between rubbing at your clit and sinking a finger into you from time to time.

“Sylus,” you whine, pouting, “wanna cum.”

“Knew you’d be this whiny,” Sylus says, rubbing your clit faster, spreading your slick over your cunt.

That catches you off-guard. “You- you thought about me?” you ask breathily.

“All the time,” he groans, “always so fuckin’ good to me. Had to stop myself from getting hard every time you taped my hands.”

You let out a strangled moan at his confession, pressing yourself closer and smashing your lips onto his. He grunts, cupping the back of your neck to kiss you back just as feverishly, bullying another finger into your pussy.

Sylus licks into your mouth and you suck on his tongue, tugging lightly at the strands. He doesn’t let anymore spit drip, licking it up from your chin and pushing it back into your mouth.

“ Ah- ” you pant, eyes rolling back as he curls his fingers, thrusting them in and out of you.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers, kissing your cheek, “taking my fingers so well.”

His thumb joins in on the onslaught, rubbing over your clit until you’re twitching and letting out ragged gasps.

Sylus moves you onto your back suddenly, his hands pulling your panties down and pushing your thighs up so that your cunt is on display for him. He groans at the sight, drinking in the glistening folds of your pussy.

Thumbing them apart, he groans again, watching the clench of your aching hole around nothing.

“Pretty pussy,” Sylus whispers, lowering his head to lick a stripe up your wet, slick pussy, “prettiest fuckin’ pussy ever, sweetie.”

He slips two of his fingers back into your pussy, crimson eyes finding yours as he kisses your clit gently. You smile hazily, running your fingers through his hair and rolling your hips up so he can kiss your clit again.

Sylus’ mouth latches onto your cunt before long, licking through the folds before sucking your clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling over the swollen bud and flicking at it. You gasp, drinking in a shuddering breath of air as he squeezes your thighs and draws back to spit on your cunt.

“Don’t stop,” you whimper, pressing his head back down, “Sylus, don’t stop.”

He huffs out a breath against your pussy, a half-laugh. Sylus doesn’t deny you though, dutifully carrying out his role, eating you out roughly. You squeal when he shoves his tongue into your pussy, fucking it in and out you for a few moments before his mouth is finding your clit again, teeth grazing the sensitive bud.

You twitch, tugging at his hair harder, letting out another squeal when he squeezes your breast roughly, his other hand tweaking at your hard nipple.

“‘m gonna cum,” you say, voice wavering, “ fuck , ‘m gonna cum !”

Sylus looks up at you, and it’s just like you imagined. His red eyes stare at you intently and the eye contact coupled with his tongue stroking over your clit is enough to have you crying out, body writhing as you cum on his tongue.

He hums into your cunt, holding you still as you try to escape his still working mouth, hands smoothing over your sides. Sylus laps over your cunt as you cum, drinking up your slick greedily, pulling away with a few soft pecks to your clit and inner thighs.

“You’re insane,” you mumble, cupping his cheek to kiss him.

Hand slipping lower, you grasp him through his shorts, reveling in the little gasp he lets out. From what you can feel, he’s long and thick , his cock throbbing through the fabric.

He helps you pull his shorts off, and your breath gets stuck in your throat, eyes fixated on his cock. Sylus is thick and big , and you think your poor pussy might split if he tries to stuff it inside of you.

“Not going to fit,” you whisper, voicing your concerns.

Sylus smirks, pulling you by the arm to kiss your cheek. “I’ll make it fit.”

Red, hot arousal runs through you at his words and you lean forward to kiss him again. Sylus runs his fingers through your hair, gathering the strands in a fist as you shift lower and press a kiss to the head of his cock.

Pre-cum drips from the tip and your tongue darts out, lapping it up so as to not waste a single drop. Sylus breathes heavily and you smile up at him, letting your tongue loll out.

“Brat,” he says, grasping the base of his cock before smacking the length of his cock against your tongue a few times, “this what you want?”

You nod, holding your tongue out obediently before licking up the length of it, tracing a throbbing vein. Your tongue swirls around the head, and Sylus moans, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he watches your mouth envelop his cock.

It’s a struggle to not let your teeth graze the sensitive skin of his cock, but you do your best, sinking your head down more, lips stretched around the fatness of his cock.

“Tap my thigh if it’s too much,” Sylus whispers, pushing your head gently.

Tears prick at your eyes, feeling his cock go deeper, air being sucked in through your nose as your throat swallows around him.

“ Shit ,” he hisses, fingers spreading out across your scalp, “just like that, baby.”

You whine, nails digging into his thigh, taking him to the hilt as your nose buries into the white hair at the base of his cock. Sylus moans loudly and you pull off, catching your breath by opting to place little kisses along the length of his cock.

Licking up the length of his cock again, you suck the head of it into your mouth, head bobbing shallowly as you hollow your cheeks and suck. Sylus mutters out quiet curses, his hand smoothing over your hair when his grip loosens. The weight of his cock on your tongue has your eyes drooping, your half-lidded gaze peering up into his aroused one.

His cock jerks against your lips, more pre-cum falling from his cock in fat globs. You catch them with your tongue, licking over the head of his cock and the leaking tip. His cum is addictive, the taste heady as you rub your lips across his tip, kissing at the flared head of his cock.

His thighs twitch and you giggle drunkenly, kissing his hip.

Sylus reaches down, cupping your cheek to kiss you, uncaring of the taste of his cum in your mouth. You whine, hand wrapping around his fat cock to stroke him, the sinful sounds filling the room as he wraps his hand around your throat to hold you in place while he kisses you.

“I didn’t take my manager for a whore,” he whispers, breath fanning across your lips.

“‘s your fault,” you reply, kissing him sweetly, wrist rotating as you jerk him off.

Sylus pants into your mouth, his hand tightening around your throat. You whine lowly, eyes fluttering shut when he kisses you messily, his hips bucking into your hand.

“My pretty, little whore,” Sylus says, squeezing your neck before letting go.

“Yours,” you agree, nose nudging against his affectionately.

Sylus kisses you slower this time, his hand cradling the back of your head. It’s tender enough to stop you from stroking his cock, your mind turning to mush with how gently he’s kissing you.

You can hear your lips smacking together, his hand rubbing up and down your back, his other hand drifting to circle your swollen clit again. You whine quietly, nuzzling into his cheek.

“Want me to fill you up, baby?” Sylus murmurs, his hand squeezing at your ass, “make you go brainless on my cock?”

“ Yes !” you sound your want, gripping his shoulder. “Please, please! Want- want your cock so bad, Sylus. I want you!”

He groans at the sheer need in your voice, and you roll over onto your stomach when he lets you, arching your back and pushing your ass up into the air.

“Sweetie,” Sylus rasps, spanking your ass, “ fuck- so fuckin’ good to me.”

You shove your face into a pillow, muffling your squeal when he shoves his face into your cunt, licking over your slick folds. Sylus spanks your ass again before kissing and biting at the reddened skin, leaving the imprints of his teeth on your ass.

He’s kind enough to shove a pillow under your hips, the thoughtful action making your heart flutter wildly. The press of his cock against your pussy is enough to have you moaning again, hips rocking back to try and get the head of it to slip inside.

“Needy baby,” Sylus whispers, draping himself over your back to kiss your shoulder. “My cock-hungry slut.”

“ Oh- oh fuck ,” you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he wraps his arm around you neck.

“Good girl,” Sylus whispers, kissing your cheek as his arm tightens.

You coo happily, turning your head to kiss the bulge of his bicep, feeling all rational thought leave your mind as nuzzle against his warm skin. He laughs hoarsely, brushing another kiss to your shoulder, hand kneading the fat of your hip.

“Put it in,” you demand, pussy empty and aching for his cock.

“Be patient,” Sylus admonishes, his fingers stroking over your pussy again. “I need a condom.”

“N-no!” Your protest comes out entirely too quickly and Sylus pauses his movements. You grumble, looking back at him. “I- I mean, I’m on birth control and I’m clean… please, Sylus?”

Sylus raises his brows, peering down at you. “Yeah? You want my cock raw, baby? Wanna feel every inch filling you up?”

You nod, a contented sigh leaving you, your lips drifting across the corded muscle of his forearm as he plays with your cunt, pushing his fingers in one last time before he grasps his cock. You whine, teeth sinking into his bicep as Sylus pushes his cock in slowly.

The sheets of his bed are in disarray with how you’re clawing at them, feeling his thick cock stretch you out.

“Too- too much!” you hiccup, squirming under him.

“Nearly there,” Sylus whispers, squeezing his arm around your neck tighter, “take my cock, sweetie.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he bottoms out. Sylus is hard and thick , his cock throbbing inside of your aching cunt. You feel wonderfully full, mouth placing sloppy kisses to his bicep as he drops his weight onto you, pinning you against the bed.

“Fuck- hah- cunt’s gripping me so fuckin’ tight,” he groans.

As though in response, your pussy clenches around him and Sylus swears again, his forehead falling against your shoulder. He lets you get adjusted to his size, his hand caressing your waist soothingly before you can feel his hips draw back, thrusting into you slowly.

“You’re so big ,” you slur, eyes fluttering shut.

Sylus grunts, his fat cock bullying into your pussy again when he rolls his hips forward, breathing heavily against your back. You feel perfectly at home, content with the feeling of his arm around his neck, and the weight of his body bearing down on you. Reaching behind you blindly, you manage to find his hand and Sylus laces his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand affectionately.

“It’s like you were made for me,” Sylus whispers against your cheek, “hm? You were made for me, baby. Perfect little cunt made to take my cock.”

It’s getting harder to suck in air with how tightly his arm is constricting your throat. An uneven gasp leaves your mouth, eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure mixes in with the lack of oxygen, his filthy words driving you further and further into a place where you can’t think.

His cock punches into you, his balls smacking against your clit, the sounds echoing through the room, the lewd harshness of skin slapping against skin making your cheeks flush. Sylus lets you breathe more comfortably when you dig your nails into his arm, trailing soft kisses along your cheek.

“Good girl,” he praises, his needy pants filling your ear, “my perfect girl.”

You whine, tilting your head a little more. “W-wanna kiss,” you mumble, “kiss me, Sylus.”

Sylus kisses you gently, his lips moving against yours whilst his hips hump into your ass, driving his cock deep into your clenching pussy. He moves you before long, turning you on to your back, kissing your ankles and dipping his head to land a reverent kiss to your fluttering pussy.

Your legs lock around his waist, staring up at him hazily with your lip bitten as he pushes his cock into you again. Sylus lowers his body onto yours, making sure you’re comfortable before his hips are moving again.

“Feels s’good,” you mumble, turning your head to kiss his cheek.

Sylus hums, brushing a kiss to your brow, his hands smoothing over your hair. His thrusts grow more powerful before long, punching the air out of your lungs, your cries emanating through the room as your nails claw down his back.

“Gonna cum?” he asks, voice a low growl as he feels you clenching around him tightly.

You nod rapidly, hands curling around his shoulders as he presses his face into the crook of your neck, nipping and biting as he grinds his cock in deep . You whimper, back arching, and he grins against your skin, slowing his movements to make sure you can feel his every inch fat, throbbing cock filling you up.

“So pretty,” Sylus whispers, nosing along your cheek, “my pretty slut falling apart on my cock.”

“Sylus!” you cry out his name wantonly.

Sylus growls, his hand slipping down to hike you thigh up a little higher before he starts pounding into you without abandon.

“Where do you want it?” he hisses, his red eyes alight as he stares down at you. “My cum,” he clarifies when he sees the confusion in your cock-drunk gaze, “where do you want it?”

“Inside,” you whisper, body trembling with each thrust he delivers to your pussy, “fill me up, Sylus. Wanna feel it.”

“Little vixen,” Sylus snarls, kissing you roughly. You scream and squeal, the noises muffled every so often when he kisses you desperately, the coil of pleasure in your stomach curling tighter and tighter until it snaps.

You moan out his name, thighs twitching violently, nails digging into his back.

“ Hah- ” he rasps, peppering soft kisses along your jaw, “pussy’s gripping me so tight fuck- couldn’t pull out even if I tried.”

Sylus lets out a growly moan, his hand squeezing at your hip as he buries his face into the crook of your neck again. You can feel his cock twitching, his hips slowing to a stuttering stop as he cums, filling you up. Hot, thick cum floods your pussy and you whine softly, the sensation sending little aftershocks through your body. He shallowly fucks his cum into you, hips moving slowly before he slumps on top of you completely.

You push at his chest when his weight becomes too much. “Get off me, you brute.”

“Shut up,” Sylus murmurs, smacking your thigh lightly.

A smile spreads across your face when he lifts his head, his lips slotting over yours in a tender kiss. You make a noise of contentment, wrapping your arms around his neck, pecking his lips a few more times.

Sylus grunts as he moves off of you, his softening cock slipping out of you. You wince at the feeling of his cum wetting your thighs and Sylus stares down at where his cum leaks out of you, the substance spilling out you thickly.

“Don’t look,” you whine, trying to snap your thighs shut.

Sylus doesn’t let you, grabbing one of your legs to kiss your ankle and then your knee. He presses soothing kisses to your inner thighs, thumbs apart your folds to watch his cum leak out of you again, landing a soft kiss to your clit every so often.

You roll your eyes, pushing at his head when he tries to suck your clit into his mouth, your pussy already oversensitive. He grins, moving towards you again and you cup his cheek, drawing him into a kiss.

A few hours later, you’re sitting in his lap.

You’d both showered together, exchanging lazy kisses under the hot water. Sylus had given you one of his shirts and a pair of his briefs and they were entirely too big, but you’d pulled them on anyways, his shirt smelling like him comfortingly.

“Look,” Sylus says, pointing to the screen playing the recording of his match last night.

His large tv screen depicts your flushed face from when he’d reached for you, your eyes wide and cheeks flushed. Scoffing, you swat his chest and Sylus laughs, letting you hide your heated face in the crook of his neck.

“You look cute,” he murmurs, his hand rubbing and down your back. “Besides, how are you going to handle it when I kiss you in front of everyone?”

“I’m not going to handle it, because you’re not going to do that.”

“I will,” Sylus replies smoothly, slouching a little on his couch, “when I win the championship.”

“Don’t sound so sure,” you retort. You hate how straightforward he is.

Sylus’ eyes flutter shut when you run your fingers through his hair, a sigh escaping him.

“You should be more encouraging,” he says, petting your sides.

You smile faintly, tilting his head to kiss him. Sylus groans into your mouth, pulling you closer by the back of your neck until you’re making out sloppily, the sounds of fists colliding with skin playing on the tv behind you.

“Is- is that enough encouragement?” you ask breathily, pulling away with swollen lips.

Sylus stares up at you, his lips parted and hair messy and you think you might’ve taken that shower for nothing.

“Need a little more, baby,” he whispers, pulling you back.

He kisses you breathless, his hands slipping up under the shirt to feel your warm skin. You nuzzle into his cheek afterwards, looping your arms around his neck. He caresses your breasts idly, sometimes squeezing, other times simply grazing his thumbs over your areolas.

A moment of silence passes before he’s speaking again.

“Kieran scratched your car.”

#sylus smut #sylus #sylus x reader #love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #lnd sylus #lnd smut #sylus qin #mma fighter!sylus #mma!sylus

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drdawnbreaker · 24 days ago

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𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ☆ 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐮

Pairing: Idol!Jinu x Producer!Reader

Summary: Jinu was struggling withi is vocal range. Stressing over it to be exact. So he decided he needed a snack break. Good thing he knew just the treat to eat.

Word count: 1.32k

Genre: pwp. Idol au. Smut.

Warnings: Oral (f rec). Fingering. Cum eating. Dirty talk-ish. Pet names. Slight public sexscapade, hehe.

Note: Gonna be honest I have no idea what came over me but when I watched the movie I knew I had to write some fanfics.

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Jinu paced around the booth, making noises that would seem absurd to others but to singers, you would know he was trying every technique under the sun to calm and loosen his vocal chords. He had been given the chance to show off his vocal range in a more ballad type comeback and of course, his voice has decided to go through what he liked to call a second puberty. He was already super stressed as it is for this comeback since it was the first time releasing a real album and you know, not being controlled by a firey demon of hell so… And of course now his voice had chosen to crack, it felt like the world was out to get him.

“Come on, Jinu. Let’s try another take.” Your voice rang through the speaker from the other room that connects to the booth. He sighed, finding a slight comfort in your voice, knowing it was just you watching him fail every time. Ever since Bobby suggest the Saja boys get hired under the same company as huntrix, he was nervous to meet all the staff. but you as a producer had felt like a little piece of heaven, you had helped so much, even going out of your way to stay late with him to practise his parts in the songs. “You ready?”

He put his headphones back on before standing in front of the microphone, “Ready.” He gives a thumbs up to the one-sided glass. You pressed play on the back track, watching Jinu count the beat until he was supposed to sing but when he started he immediately sang the wrong note, cracking the pitch with a ‘fuck’ following afterwards. He threw his headphones in a rage his yellow eyes flaring up ad patterns creeping in the process, making you jump for the speaker;

“Hey, come here now.” You said sternly, watching Jinu run his fingers through his messy hair. He swung the door wide open before entering the producing room where you were sitting on the swivel chair with crossed arms. Your eyebrow was raised while you clicked your tongue, “You didn’t need to throw the headset, you know.”

Jinu slumped onto the couch, falling into it as if he was hoping it would swallow him whole. “I know…” He mumbled. This caused you to shake your head, turning your back to him to look at the computer, choosing to give him a cool down before either of you progressed. He watched your movements closely, feeling the annoyance drip from you. You hated when he got angry, even more so when he threw things. Although he doesn't mean it, he knew that it still bothered you. "I'm sorry…"

“I know…” You mimicked his words prior, sighing as you continued to adjust some of the ranges on your screen. “I understand... I get it.” Another thing he loved about you. You never stayed mad at him when he fucks up. Even when he accident revealed his demon half to you, you didn’t judge. You simply let him explain. Being a caring and kind-hearted person, you always put the happiness an understanding of others before your own.

As you shifted in your seat, he watched as you placed your hand on your neck, lightly rubbing it. You were tired but you would never admit it. You were craving to be in your nice warm bed, cuddled up next to your lover while fast asleep. He felt bad he couldn’t give that to you. but as his eyes wandered lower to stare at your skirt-covered legs, he noticed the way you held your thighs tightly together in concentration. Fuck, what he would give to have them over his shoulders right now, he always felt his calmest when between your gorgeous legs. That’s when an idea popped into his head, “Hey…Why don’t we both take a break.”

“You wanted to do this note before tomorrow. Taking a break would mean you lose time for that, Jinu.” You swiveled your chair to face him but instead of seeing a defeated sad man, you were met with pure desire matching lust-filled eyes. You gulped, tightening your thighs and straightening your back, “Why are you staring like that?”

“Oh, I think you know why.” He grinned, making you look everywhere around the room but at him, with blush painting your neck and ears.

“Jinu! We are in our workplace. This is inappropriate.” You gasped, turning back to the desk, attempting to shake the shiver that was running down your spine to your core. But Jinu just chuckled at how easily flustered he can get you. He stood up, walking over before placing a hand on your shoulder;

“Just one taste. Loosen up my mouth and all.” His deep whisper against your ear caused your eyes to flutter closed. You bit your lip as your body reacted before your brain, pushing off the desk slightly so Jinu could take a seat in front of you. “Such a good girl.” He gave your cheek a kiss before grabbing a pillow from the couch, taking a seat under the desk on his knee right in front of you.

“If we get caught, You’ll never hear the end of it.” You grumbled, lifting your flowy skirt up, gifting Jinu a view of your damp panties, the pink frilly fabric already sticking to your cunt deliciously. Jinu has admitted it a thousand times and he’ll keep screaming it from the rooftops if he had to. But he loved to eat you. It was one of his favourite things to do. There was something about making you feel good just by his tongue and fingers. The way you clenched around him while he lapped up your mouth-watering juices. He would much rather get you off multiple times before he would even grant himself one orgasm. You never came first in life so he made sure you would come first over and over with him if it was the last thing he did. You deserve it after all.

“Fuck look at you, baby. All wet already.” He put his nose against your soaked panties, taking in a deep inhale, groaning at your scent invading his senses. His fingers hooked around the band, pulling the fabric to the side so he could get a look at your cunt dripping with slick. Taking a quick glance at the door and then to your pleading eyes, he wasted no time in latching his mouth to your little bundle of nerves sending a shock of electricity to crackle up your spine. Your hands flew to his soft locks, tugging on them harshly, earning yourself a hiss from him

“Fuck, Jinnuu…” You hiccuped, bucking your hips against his tongue as he licked several long stripes along your folds before going back to suck on your clit. His fingers made quick work, using his free hand that wasn’t holding your soaked panties, to sink two digits into your quivering hole. Your head dipped back against the head of the chair, hanging slightly as you threw your left thigh over the armrest. This gave Jinu more access to add another finger inside you while pulling back to admire your pussy clenching around them.

“You taste so amazing, Sunshine. My favourite fucking meal.” He growled, spitting on your clit, watching his saliva leak down to your hole before he pulled his fingers out just enough to fuck the saliva into you.

“Jinu…I’m gonna argh…” Your eyes watered as you lost yourself in the pleasure while Jinu leaned down, spreading his own legs so he could get the perfect angle to fuck his tongue into you. He groaned when he felt your walls tighten around his wet muscle, eating all the slick that dripped out of your cunt.

“Come..” A slurped followed by a humm, “Come on me…” His nose rubbed against your clit as his fingers sped up, “please, I need it.”

You obeyed your lover's whimpering commands, coming undone on his tongue and long digits. Using your free hand, you covered your own mouth to silence your screams as your hips stuttered and your body convulsed from the aftershock of your climax. You felt like you were floating among the clouds, hazily looking down to see Jinu drinking every drop of your puffy pussy gifted him.”You…a menace.” You panted, raking your hand through your sweaty hair.

“I’m aware.” He sat up with a cheeky grin, your cum dripping off his chin and down his neck.

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astrotruther · 4 months ago

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.°Mars in the Sheets₊˚🔞

♈️ Aries Mars | 1st House

They want it fierce and unfiltered. They’ll catch your gaze with that determined, fiery look, then suddenly press you against a wall and kiss you with all they've got. They love to lead and go all in, which can feel almost primal. Spontaneous, hands-on energy—literally, can't keep their hands off you. Fast and intense—sex is a conquest.

2H – Physical touch is everything—slow but hungry. 3H – Dirty talk, teasing, mental stimulation—words fuel arousal. 4H – Emotionally-driven, protective, needs to feel safe first. 5H – Passionate and playful—sex is a game they intend to win. 6H – Focused on technique, enjoys pushing their limits. 7H – Dominant yet responsive—loves a partner who challenges them. 8H – All or nothing—sex must be transformative, almost destructive. 9H – Adventurous and open-minded—loves trying new experiences. 10H – Power is an aphrodisiac—status and control fuel desire. 11H – Unpredictable, experimental—loves breaking the rules. 12H – Hidden intensity—looks calm but secretly obsessive.

When They're Into You: They’ll make the first move, no hesitation. You’ll know they want you because they’ll tell you straight up—or just grab your hand and pull you in.

🎬 Scenario: A heated argument that turns into a passionate kiss. The sound of a door slamming before they turn back and press their lips to yours, breathless.

♉️ Taurus Mars | 2nd House

Their love language is all about sensation—long, lingering touches that make you feel adored. They’ll run their hands down your arms, lips grazing your neck, savoring every moment and every inch. Think low lights, silk sheets, and cozy, indulgent textures. They'll pull you close on the couch, gently pressing their forehead to yours before a lingering kiss that feels like home. Sex is about claiming and being claimed.

1H – Sensual, slow-burning, needs full-body connection. 3H – Slow seduction—whispers, teasing, anticipation. 4H – Needs emotional warmth—intimacy must feel like home. 5H – Loves deep, passionate pleasure—enjoys taking their time. 6H – Knows exactly what pleases their partner—patient and skilled. 7H – Prefers harmony—sex must feel beautiful and mutual. 8H – Dark, intoxicating, secret desires—obsessed with control. 9H – Natural stamina—wants to experience sex in different places. 10H – Status-driven—sex is power, dominance, and legacy. 11H – Experimental but selective—only opens up to a chosen few. 12H – Erotic but private—fantasies stay locked in their mind.

When They're Into You: They'll find subtle ways to touch you—a brush of the fingers, resting their hand on your thigh. Their patience is unmatched, and they'll savor every moment.

🎬 Scenario: Candlelight flickering, soft music in the background, hands trailing over silk sheets. A deep, unhurried kiss that leaves you dizzy.

♊️ Gemini Mars | 3rd House

They'll surprise you, coming up from behind and wrapping their arms around you, whispering something mischievous in your ear. They love the build-up: playful teasing, flirty comments, and clever words that drive you a little wild. Expect variety and constant switches—they’ll play with your hair, steal kisses, then lean back to see your reaction. Communication and spontaneity are their turn-ons, keeping things light and exciting. Dirty talk, sexting, teasing—it starts with the mind.

1H – Restless and playful—sex is a fast-moving exchange. 2H – Touch-starved but needs constant variety. 4H – A mix of emotional depth and fun—craves intimacy but avoids attachment. 5H – Flirty, playful, thrives on mental foreplay. 6H – Overthinks but perfects their technique—loves variety. 7H – Needs a smart, engaging partner—boredom is a turnoff. 8H – Talks their way into their partner’s deepest desires. 9H – Loves spontaneous, uninhibited sex—new places, new cultures. 10H – Sex as an accomplishment—loves a challenge. 11H – Kinky, open-minded—thrives on breaking norms. 12H – Secretly wild—hidden desires even they don’t understand.

When They're Into You: Expect nonstop teasing, stolen kisses when you least expect it, and flirtatious banter that keeps you guessing.

🎬 Scenario: Laughter between kisses, a game of tag that turns into being pinned against a wall, whispered secrets in the backseat of a car.

♋️ Cancer Mars | 4th House

Cancer Mars is all about tender, protective energy—they crave a safe, private space where they can let down their walls. They want to wrap you up, both physically and emotionally, and keep you close. They crave intimacy. They love skin-to-skin contact and meaningful kisses. Sex is a very private matter for them.

1H – Intense and protective—sex is deeply emotional. 2H – Needs security first—then, they become devoted. 3H – Soft-spoken seduction—melts through words. 5H – Passionate but private—only opens up in trust. 6H – Takes care of their partner’s needs—subtle but intense. 7H – Feeds off emotional connection—sex must mean something. 8H – Possessive, deeply bonding—once in, they never let go. 9H – Needs emotional adventure—craves deep conversations and intimacy. 10H – Power and protection turn them on—loves to be needed. 11H – Surprisingly wild but only in trusted circles. 12H – Deep, hidden cravings—needs to feel safe before opening up.

When They're Into You: They’ll make sure you feel safe and wanted. Late-night check-ins, forehead kisses, and a quiet but undeniable devotion.

🎬 Scenario: A late-night drive, soft rain pattering on the windows, fingers intertwined on the gear shift. A long hug that turns into an even longer kiss.

♌️ Leo Mars | 5th House

Leo Mars brings a lot of passion and a little flair—they want it to feel like a scene from a romantic movie. They’re not afraid to shower you with attention, and every touch is meant to make you feel like you’re their one and only. It’s romantic, playful, and a little larger-than-life. Flamboyant, confident, lives for romantic tension.

1H – Fiery, passionate, unforgettable—sex is a performance. 2H – Slow but dominant—needs admiration to feel turned on. 3H – Dirty talk, mind games—aroused by praise. 4H – Wants deep emotional warmth—intimacy must feel special. 6H – Loves to please—perfectionist about satisfaction. 7H – Seeks a power couple dynamic—sex is an event. 8H – Dark, obsessive, intense—demands full surrender. 9H – Adventurous—thrives on bold, risky encounters. 10H – Career-driven, but behind closed doors? Dominant. 11H – Unpredictable, rebellious—hates routine. 12H – Secret exhibitionist—wants to be worshipped in private.

When They're Into You: They’ll show you off, give you their full attention, and make every moment feel like a scene out of a movie.

🎬 Scenario: Dancing in the kitchen at midnight, a spontaneous dip-and-kiss moment.

♍️ Virgo Mars | 6th House

They’re the type to pull you close and hold you in their sleep. Virgo Mars loves the little things—they pay attention to what makes you feel good and lean into it. Think soft whispers, gentle touches, and a quiet intensity that feels endlessly comforting. They want to make sure every detail is just right, creating an atmosphere where you feel secure and comfortable. Subtle but intense lovers.

1H – Skilled and meticulous—they study their partner’s needs. 2H – Slow, sensual, deeply focused on pleasure. 3H – A perfectionist in seduction—words turn them on. 4H – Needs to feel safe—intimacy is soft but deep. 5H – Picky, but once in, they’re completely devoted. 7H – Love must feel right—they take their time choosing. 8H – Secretly kinky—obsessed with the details. 9H – Needs stimulation beyond just the body—mental attraction is key. 10H – Controlled but intense—always leaves a mark. 11H – Detached yet secretly obsessive—choosy about partners. 12H – Deepest desires stay hidden—locked behind layers.

When They're Into You: They remember the little things—your favorite drink, how you like to be held. Their devotion is in the details.

🎬 Scenario: The smell of fresh linen, fingers tracing invisible patterns on your back, quiet mornings with sleepy kisses.

♎️ Libra Mars | 7th House

They’re all about creating that perfect balance—your legs draped over theirs, your head on their shoulder, while they run their fingers up and down your arm. They love to keep things harmonious, so expect gentle caresses, romantic eye contact, and sweet gestures. Everything about their touch feels like an invitation, one that pulls you in with grace and elegance. Passion needs to be equal.

1H – Seductive, charming—sex is an art. 2H – Luxurious lover—loves slow, indulgent pleasure. 3H – A master of words—flirting is their weapon. 4H – Needs emotional intimacy to fully open up. 5H – Passionate but elegant—loves the romantic build-up. 6H – Focused on mutual satisfaction—perfectionist about pleasure. 8H – Drawn to deep, soul-binding sex—intensity must be mutual. 9H – Adventurous, playful, enjoys new experiences. 10H – Magnetic, irresistible—sexual energy feels high status. 11H – Open-minded, experimental—loves exploring fantasies. 12H – Secretly craves total surrender—hidden depths of passion.

When They're Into You: Every touch feels like an invitation. They’ll take their time, making sure every glance and movement is perfectly timed for maximum effect.

🎬 Scenario: Champagne glasses clinking, slow dancing under fairy lights, the feeling of silk against skin.

♏️ Scorpio Mars | 8th House

Scorpio Mars craves intense connection—they want to merge with you on a soul-deep level. Think of a quiet room, whispered secrets, and an energy that’s both passionate and mysterious. They’ll hold you tightly, maybe pulling you even closer when you think they can’t. Every touch feels like a promise of something deeper. Your soul belongs to them.

1H – Dominant, intense, you’re theirs—seduction is psychological. 2H – Slow, possessive, stamina for days—sex must feel earned. 3H – Dirty talk that penetrates the soul—turns minds inside out. 4H – Emotionally binding—sex must feel like an unbreakable tie. 5H – Dark, passionate, hypnotic—lures lovers in like a trap. 6H – Extreme focus—makes sure their partner is wrecked. 7H – Drawn to power plays—obsessed with control. 9H – Sex must expand them—thrives on forbidden experiences. 10H – Uses sex as power—irresistible yet untouchable. 11H – Secretly taboo-loving—acts detached, but their mind is wild. 12H – A ticking time bomb—secret cravings they don’t admit.

When They're Into You: Their gaze alone will make you weak. They’ll pull you in with an unshakable magnetism.

🎬 Scenario: Low-lit rooms, the scent of leather and warm skin, a whispered “come here” before they pull you into their arms.

♐️ Sagittarius Mars | 9th House

Sagittarius Mars is playful, free-spirited, and loves exploring new ways to connect. Expect spontaneous, fun-loving energy—they want to keep things light, full of laughter, and open to discovery. They crave excitement and connection that feels genuine and unrestrained. They enjoy sex in different places, different cultures, with different rules.

1H – Unpredictable, playful, fast and wild—loves the chase. 2H – Sensual but restless—needs constant excitement. 3H – Flirty, teasing—words turn them on more than touch. 4H – Warm yet detached—loves deeply but won’t be trapped. 5H – Sex is a sport—playful, high-energy, always fun. 6H – Surprisingly attentive—a pleaser but in their own way. 7H – Loves a challenge—needs a partner who pushes back. 8H – Unapologetically blunt about desires—zero shame. 10H – Seduces through status—sex is a conquest. 11H – Open-minded, freaky, will try anything once. 12H – Secretly insatiable—needs spiritual connection but avoids it.

When They're Into You: They’ll keep things exciting, always finding an excuse to pull you into a new adventure—whether that’s a road trip or a stolen kiss under the stars.

🎬 Scenario: Barefoot runs through the sand, kissing on a Ferris wheel, the thrill of being caught in the rain together.

♑️ Capricorn Mars | 10th House

Capricorn Mars is grounded, sensual, and all about taking their time. They don’t rush; they want to make every touch meaningful. Whether it’s a light graze of their fingers or a lingering kiss on your forehead, they bring a steady, controlled passion that makes you feel safe and desired. Their biggest turn-on is power. Status = aphrodisiac.

1H – Controlled but feral underneath—dominant in a quiet way. 2H – Stamina of a god—slow, calculated, makes it last. 3H – Silent but deadly—lowkey filthy mind. 4H – Needs deep trust—sex is sacred and serious. 5H – Passionate but reserved—a beast once unleashed. 6H – Obsessed with perfecting their partner’s pleasure. 7H – Needs a serious partner—sex must be earned. 8H – Boundaries don’t exist—completely takes over. 9H – Loves breaking limits—challenges their partner sexually. 11H – Freaky but in private—secretly loves pushing societal limits. 12H – Kinky but no one knows—hidden dark cravings.

When They're Into You: They’ll take things slow, but when they decide they want you, you’ll know. Their energy is steady, confident, and all-consuming.

🎬 Scenario: A strong hand at the small of your back, lingering glances across a crowded room, a deep, grounding embrace after a long day.

♒️ Aquarius Mars | 11th House

They’ll surprise you with a sleepy, spontaneous kiss in bed, lips brushing against yours as they mumble sweet words you can barely make out. Aquarius Mars is quirky and unpredictable; they love keeping things fresh and new. Expect unconventional moves, a bit of playful teasing, and a level of comfort that lets you be yourself without judgment. They’re into experimentation and letting you see every unique side of them. In bed, they have no shame in trying everything.

1H – Unpredictable, experimental—thrives on shock factor. 2H – Detached but deeply physical—only commits when obsessed. 3H – Sexually rebellious—dirty talk + unexpected moves. 4H – Emotionally unpredictable—one day passionate, next day cold. 5H – Sex is an experiment—playful, no rules. 6H – Lowkey obsessive about perfecting pleasure. 7H – Attracted to strange or unconventional partners. 8H – Freaky but detached—doesn’t belong to anyone. 9H – Thrives on sexual freedom—hates being tied down. 10H – Secretly dominant—power and status fuel desire. 12H – Hidden fantasies no one expects—kinkier than they admit.

When They're Into You: They’ll surprise you, pulling you into spontaneous moments that feel thrillingly out of the ordinary. They want to keep things unpredictable.

🎬 Scenario: Kissing in the middle of a busy street, neon lights reflecting in their eyes, hushed conversations at 2 AM that turn into something more.

♓️ Pisces Mars | 12th House

They’ll pull you close in a hug, holding on just a bit longer than usual, as if they’re trying to melt into you. Pisces Mars brings a dreamy, otherworldly vibe—they want every touch to feel meaningful and almost ethereal. Expect soft whispers, lingering glances, and a vibe that feels like stepping into a fantasy. Their touch is gentle, tender, and makes you feel like the rest of the world has faded away. They can be the most intoxicating and unforgettable lover.

1H – Dreamy, hypnotic—sex feels like a different reality. 2H – Slow, sensual, almost trance-like—pleasure is an art. 3H – Seduction through soft whispers and teasing. 4H – Deeply emotional—sex must feel like melting into someone. 5H – Passionate but fluid—mood-based, needs the right vibe. 6H – Subtle but intensely giving—sensitive to every reaction. 7H – Needs romance and fantasy—love must feel like destiny. 8H – Seduction is spiritual—loses themselves in their partner. 9H – Drawn to taboo experiences—loves the unknown. 10H – Power is seductive—but they hide their intensity. 11H – Freaky but dreamy—sex is a fantasy come to life.

When They're Into You: They’ll make you feel like you’re in a dream. Their touch is soft, their gaze full of meaning, and their presence feels like a warm current pulling you under.

🎬 Scenario: A kiss in the rain, fingertips brushing like they’re painting poetry on your skin, lying together in a sea of blankets, lost in a world of your own.

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sugarwarachan · 6 months ago

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can i help you? - ft. k. nanami

summary: you and Nanami Kento don't get along. in fact, you're convinced that the two of you might hate each other. now if only you'd stop fantasizing about him...

wc: 2k

pairing: Nanami Kento x reader

content warnings: smut mdni, dom/sub elements although never explicitly stated, praise, degradation, vaginal fingering, oral f!receiving, dirty talk, munch!nanami kento

a/n: you ever get so horny for a bunch of pixels you can't function?

"Do you need something or not?"

Nanami looks unfairly good for how angry he is, arms crossed at his chest, biceps bulging under that ridiculously soft sweater Shoko brought him for Christmas last year.

For months now, the two of you have been at each other's throats. You don't work well together; at this point, you're convinced Gojo sticks you two on missions just to fuck with you, his shit-eating grin practically ripping his face in half when he hands out assignments.

Why did you think this was a good idea?

You're dressed in what you call your fuck-me-please clothes: small black skirt, skimpy red top, too-tall heels, no jacket. It's the perfect outfit for sitting at the hotel bar and getting hit on.

It's also the perfect outfit to finally seduce your infuriating coworker.

You can't backtrack now.

Nanami's eyes fix you in place, annoyance in his expression evident. "Well?"

And just like that, your courage evaporates like smoke.

To save face, you shrug and adopt a casual tone. “I wanted your opinion on a curse user's technique, but it can wait until the morning. Sorry for barging in on you like it was life or death.” You try laughing but it sounds more like a pathetic wheeze. You need to get away from this doorway. "Night, Nanami."

His hand catches your forearm. The strength in his grip sends a zip of electricity along your skin. Sometimes you forget just how big Nanami is, with his broad shoulders and strong thighs and perfect fucking hands.

"You're lying," is all he says.

All you can think to do is scoff. It's a terrible habit you've carried with you your whole life; Nanami will see you through it in an instant.

“Why the fuck would I lie?”

“Because you’re embarrassed to tell me you barged into my room tonight dressed like you’re begging for dick.”

Heat flushes over your face so fast you're surprised you don't pass out. You've never heard him talk like this before.

“I’m not dressed like that, you asshole,” you say angrily, hating yourself for not just telling him the truth, that you're actually dressed this way because you want to drive him crazy—

Nanami's sigh cuts through the noise in your head. “It wasn’t an insult, although I'm sorry for how crassly I put it. It's just—you’d never go out this late on a Tuesday, and you’re not the kind to sit in a hotel bar looking for a hookup."

You haven't moved from the doorway. If anyone walks out and sees you, standing here in your tiny little outfit—

He steps forward. You realize he hasn't let go of you. "So that leaves me with only one explanation. You wanted me to see you look like this."

Another furious blush takes over. Your cheeks probably match the top, now.

"Nanami—"

"I want an answer, y/n."

The command in his voice makes you shiver. You step forward and place a hand on his chest. He's doing a pretty good job of it, but he's affected, too.

"Yes," you admit, and the confession feels like water sliding down your skin, it's so simple in its truth. "I wanted you to see me like this.”

Nanami lets out a harsh breath. "Get inside."

He pulls you in against his chest, brushing his lips against your temple. Something within you relaxes infinitesimally at the gesture.

The door closes behind you both with a faint click.

Cupping your jaw, he angles your chin up to him. “Now tell me why.”

How? Months of sexual tension unravel in your head. You've probably wanted him since you met him, if you're being honest with yourself. He's by the book and infuriatingly logical, but something about that has scratched at your brain for so long that you go to bed and dream of him, waking up sticky between your thighs and desperate to cum.

“It’s embarrassing.”

Nanami pulls out a very un-Nanami-like gesture and rolls his eyes. “No, it isn’t. Tell me what you want.”

But it is embarassing, can't he not see that?

"You don't even like me."

His brow scrunches adorably, the expression making him look more human. "What on earth makes you say that?"

You point out every mission you've been on, all the lectures he crashed just to make needling comments—

"Ah," he holds a hand up to stop you. He sits down heavily on the bed. "Gojo was right."

This throws you. "Gojo was right?"

Nanami winces. "He mentioned you may have this assumption about my feelings for you."

You haven't moved on from Nanami confiding in that white-haired menace. "You spoke to Gojo about this?"

"I was at a loss as to why you infuriated me as much as you did."

You wonder if he's telling you this to give you leverage, to make you feel a little bit better about confiding in him. You cannot imagine that conversation with Gojo was anything other than relentless teasing.

"I want to be taken care of," you confess.

He's been playing with his hands as you both talk, his long fingers woven together. His hands still when his eyes lock with yours. "Does it matter who takes care of you?"

Your lungs get tight. You nod.

"Whenever I think about it, it's you."

The noise he makes is half strangled groan, half growl. It makes your pussy clench.

"Come here and sit on my lap, sweetheart."

You comply before you can think, legs spreading wide to fit on either side of his thighs.

His hands sink into the meat of your hips.

"I said sit."

He presses you down onto him, the length of his erection sliding in between the folds of your pussy. You're already drenched, just from a few fucking words, just from his voice—

"That's my girl," he praises in your ear and you feel the sentiment burst low in your gut. He moves you along the ridge of his thick cock, grunting against your throat. “My gorgeous perfect girl who needed someone to make her fucking listen, huh?"

Nails scrape against your scalp; his fingers pull taut at the base of your skull, wrenching your eyes to his. "You think I haven’t memorized the way your eyes glaze over when I compliment you?”

You've never heard Nanami like this, and the fact that you've made the composed sorcerer come undone is driving you crazy.

He nuzzles into your throat, the tenderness of it stealing your breath. “You think I haven’t fucked my own hand every night for the past year thinking about you? The fact that you came to me to make you feel good—" Another purposeful rock of his hips, your juices and his pre-cum creating a damp patch on the front of his pants. "Infuriating, beautiful girl."

He cups your cunt with the palm of his hand. You gasp and rock into him.

"You want someone to tell you how good you are, don’t you sweetheart? Someone to take away all of the choices and just make you obey?"

"Nanami, please," you whimper, trying to twist your thighs closer to ease the pulsing ache between your legs. He pulls your underwear to the side and chuckles.

“I’ve barely done anything, sweet thing, and you’re already this wet for me?"

"Mmhmm," you whimper pitifully, hips moving of their own accord against his hand. He pulls away.

“Show me.”

You can barely think. Shakily, your fingers start to creep down your sides, but he stops you.

“Not like that. Get on the bed. Open yourself up for me, baby. Show me how wet you are just from being told you like to obey.”

He scoops you up and lays you on the bed. As you shimmy out of your underwear, he stands at the foot of the bed, palming his cock through his trousers.

You're so wet you can feel your arousal sticking in between your thighs. You slide one finger inside of you easily, then another.

"Nanami—" your voice breaks. "I need you." It's not right. You're so turned on it hurts, and your fingers aren't going to be enough. You want his hands, his tongue, his dick—

“Stop fucking begging and do as you're told. It’s not that hard to follow through, is it?”

It's the tone that's been dogging the two of you ever since you started working together, the undercurrent of sexual tension that you never knew how to name until tonight.

“Like what you see?” you ask.

He chuckles, the sound low in his throat. “Yeah, sweetheart, I like what I see. Now lick your fingers clean and tell me how you taste."

You pout and he only laughs again.

“Thought you liked orders." He kneels in front of you. "Not able to follow them?" His hips wedge into yours, cock grinding against the slippery mess between your legs. "My pretty little whore suddenly too stupid to keep up?”

Frissons of pleasure erupt on your skin. The degradation has you seeing stars.

One hand comes up to your throat, resting there. You press your neck under his hand, begging for more. He exhales shakily.

"Baby, you're undoing me here." He gives an experimental squeeze. "Good?"

You nod furiously. His fingers hook into the red lace at your hips; you rut up against him, an embarrassing whine falling from your lips. You're so desperate to cum it makes you want to cry.

“You come in here looking like a fucking slut and expect not to get fucked? With this tiny little skirt and this skimpy fucking top?” He finally pulls your skirt down, throwing it over his shoulder, your shirt and bra quickly following. “The amount of times I've though of you naked, angel, fuck—nothing compares to the real thing."

A second later, he throws your thighs over his shoulders and starts lapping at your pussy like a man starved.

"Always knew you'd taste fucking incredible." His hands grasp the meat of your ass, rocking you up against his mouth. "Used to think about you on the other side of that hotel room—had to convince myself so many times not to break down the door and teach you a lesson for scaring me out in the field."

His tongue toys with your clit as he presses two fingers, then three, the squelch of your pussy echoing in the room. You should be embarrassed at the sound, but you can't think about anything except how good he's making you feel.

"You worry about me?" you manage to breathe out, trying to tease him but sounding too fucked out for it to land.

He looks up at you from between your legs, his chin shining with your slick, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"Yes honey, I worry about you. Now be a good girl and let me make you come, okay?"

He approaches pussy-eating the way he does everything else in life. Methodical intent sends a jolt of pleasure through your belly with every lap of his tongue, every press of his fingers. He holds you open and devours you, sucking on your clit and pressing against the spongy spot inside of you just right.

You scream as you cum, pussy gushing all over his face, Nanami's nose pressed into your clenching hole like he can huff your scent into his lungs.

"Next time we do this," he says, kissing your shaking thighs as they quiver around his head. "I'm picking out the outfit."

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hermaeusmorax · 8 months ago

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What have you done?

CHARACTERS: Jayce x reader, slight Viktor x reader (more platonic!)

SUMMARY: you, Jayce and Viktor share history. You're arguing with Jayce about his actions in the Undercity. Reader is described having a metal arm!

WARNINGS: SET IN SEASON 02 EPISODE 06 SPOILERS AHEAD! this is very angsty, descriptions of death and bodies, gets steamy in the end (minors DNI!), enemies to lovers type shit (my jam!)

A/N: okay so this is my very first piece after a 4 years HIATUS (hiii haha), anyways, fucked up Hexcore!Jayce is just sooo *twirls hair*

"What have you done?" You scream as you blindly lunge towards Jayce, a random weapon tightly clutched in your hands — no doubt discarded by some, now dead, Noxian soldier. You could barely see an inch in front of you due to the surging chaos, but you were sure about Jayce, you would never mistake him, his silhouette, his scent.

It had been months since Jinx's attack on the Counsil. Months since Viktor emerged out of the Hexcore changed, taking you to Zaun with him and leaving Jayce behind. You were a chemist, Viktor's childhood best friend that stuck by him since the very beginning. You and Jayce had a brief, intense, spark. It happened before him and Mel, before it became hard to grasp his attention, being Piltover's golden star and everything. It hurt when you left him, standing at the laboratory, his pleading brown eyes boring holes into yours and Viktor's backs. But Viktor was right, your paths, your visions, had long strayed, being held together only by lasting affection.

In Zaun, at Viktor's — The Herald's — growing community, you acted as a chemist again. Helping the newly cured zaunites, researching to improve their lives as much as possible. You had been specially busy since Vander's arrival, severely mutilated by Viktor's former teacher and in desperate need of help. You were working in your makeshift lab, absent mindedly humming a familiar tune when hell broke loose.

A loud, sharp sound echoed, followed by more crashing sounds and piercing screams. Smoke rose in the air, making it almost impossible to inhale. For a split second you could hear Viktor's voice in your head whispering, "Jayce", you ran as fast as your legs permitted, desperate to locate the origin of the sound, to locate Viktor. When you finally did find them, you wished you hadn't. The starking image of his limp and dead body made your breath hitch, mind speeding so much to make sense of things it made you dizzy. Blood rushed to your ears, making a deafening ringing sound, you rubbed your eyes, squinting to adjust, then you saw another figure, a tall and dark frame.

Jayce looked, different, but your brain had no time to process that information as you grabbed the first weapon you could find thrown on the floor, lunging at him. "What did you do?" "How could you?" "I hate you!" you breathlessly shout, aiming for Jayce's head with your stray weapon, then again, you never were much of a fighter, that was Jayce's job. The last thing you heard before the world went complete black, was his voice, a cry of your name, sounding so broken and lost.

"Sorry for knocking you out like that. I hope your head's not hurting too much." you heard Jayce's soft voice, distant at first as you were regaining consciousness, then close, right at your ears. You slowly woke up, blinking the throbbing pain away you were at last able to recognize your surroundings.

Jayce had brought you to your old laboratory, right at Piltover's heart, where you had last seen him, where you had left him. You were sitting in a chair, your mechanical arm resting on the table beside you, laying alongside dirty, well-worn tools. "I fixed it. Your arm. It looked broken and I-" Jayce blurted out, stopping with a nervous chuckle when you looked at him. "My technique might not be as delicate as Viktor's but it's fixed, working. I promise!". When Viktor's name left Jayce's lips, a haunting image of his corpse flashed in your mind, compelling you to leap forward and forcefully grab Jayce's collar, gripping so tight your knuckles turned white, drained of blood. You were trembling horribly, fueled by an ugly mixture of grief and hatred, your words came out hoarse, stinging like a whip.

"You promise? Ha! You killed him Jayce! You- you just disappear and then when you finally come to us, you go and kill him? What's wrong with you? I don't know you anymore, you've become someone else entirely and I- No!" you were panting, tears angrily threatening to spill "That's too gentle for you, you're a murderer, Jayce, a monster!".

Jayce's mind was racing, spinning with the force of your words and then it finally snapped. "Shut the fuck up!" he tore your hands away from his shirt, holding your wrists and pulling you close, pressed up against his chest. "You have no idea Y/N! You can't possibly begin to understand what I was put through!" "I was in there, while you and Viktor were out here playing house!" "I kept my promise!".

Jayce's eyes were red, frantically shaking looking into your own, in desperate search of something. He was so close, you could feel his heartbeat and his breath fanning your face, his scent was attacking your nostrils mercilessly, engulfing you in his presence. Like this you could almost see the old Jayce inside there, somewhere — untainted, full of promise — the one you fell hard for. All it took was a single look from him. A single, meaningful, glance down to your mouth from his so pretty brown eyes. He was so, so close. Next thing you knew you and Jayce were in each other's arms, kissing so forcefully it almost broke skin. Kissing like your very lives depend on it, like you'll die of asphyxiation if you stop.

Jayce hoisted you up the table, sending tools and papers flying, both of you couldn't care less right now. He positioned himself in between your legs, leaning some of his body weight on you, forcing your back to meet the cold surface beneath. "Jayce!" you breathed out, talking into his mouth, gasping for air and breaking the kiss for a second too long. Your hands, firmly resting on the back of his neck, wandered to the hem of your shirt, fidgeting with it, trying to lose it. Jayce noticed and made quick work of your shirt, hurriedly sliding it over your head and tossing aside to a forgotten corner.

"Don't stop" you huffed against him again, voice dripping with want, you struggled blindly to unbuckle his belt, too busy reciprocating his fervent kisses to bother to look down. "I got you" Jayce urged, going crazy with the way your lips felt on his, even more addicting than he remembers. He reached down, tugging off your pants and underwear in one precise motion. Your senses were completely overwhelmed, all you were able to think, see, hear, smell and feel was Jayce.

You were both pouring everything into this kiss, into this very moment. Bleeding years of bottled up love and regrets into each other's systems. Even still, you harbored feelings for him, and him you. Despite the hurricane of emotions and thoughts swirling inside your head, a small, nagging voice coming from the darkest dephts of your mind, kept quietly chanting "What have you done, Y/N?"

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nerdygirlramblings · 6 months ago

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omega!soldier gets their call sign and shows the base what a badass they are

The next two weeks are a blur of training. You feel like you're back in basic except instead of being with a class of rookies, it's you and one of the other members of the 141.

Ghost has you on the shooting range each morning working a number of different weapons. He starts you on the Glock 17, the SA80, and the L129A1, the three weapons you said you were proficient with. He grunts after each clip, pulling your targets before you get a good enough look at them. On the first morning your targets are set at 500 yards. By day three, he's pushed the targets past the end of the standard 1000 yard limit.

By the end of the week, Ghost has you on the L115A3 and the L7A2 GPMG. He offers a quick tutorial on how to shoot each new weapon before pointing you at the target down the range. Because they're new-to-you weapons, he gives you three days before pushing the distance. Day after day, the targets come off the line before you're allowed a good look at them.

Between the range and lunch, either Soap has you on the field or you're still with Ghost in the gym.

When Ghost has you in the gym, he starts you on the speed bag, counting hits until your arms shake, then he moves you to weights. You alternate between free weights and machines but hit every muscle group you knew and some you didn't. Just when you feel pushed to your limit, Ghost sets you up in the mat to grapple.

You begin with rookies, and Ghost comments on your form. "Y'll never take down a bigger target wi' tha' 'old," he says as you wrap your arms around your opponent's torso. Against another opponent, he barks a sharp, "No!" when you get low. "Ya start down there, y'll stay down there." When he pits you against a few alphas, he gives a similar warning to the one he'd heard you give all those weeks ago. "Wi' us, any 'and ta 'and is gonna be 'gainst a bigger target, a beta or an alpha, who's going to underestimate ya fer yer size and yer secondary gender." He teaches you new techniques for taking down bigger opponents. "Ya need ta get 'em flat on their back quick if ya wanna survive."

By the end of week two, you're up against Ghost himself, who warns you he won't go easy on you. He promises he won't hurt you too badly, but he makes sure there's a first aid kit nearby. You pull out everything he's taught you and everything you know and any dirty trick you can think of. It's several long minutes of defensive maneuvers and hits before you're able to, for the briefest moment, get Ghost on his back underneath you. You can tell from how his mask moves he's smiling. "Good. Now's when ya go fer the kill: kidneys, throat, groin." You don't hide the flicker of fear in your eyes quickly or mask the disgust in your scent fast enough because Ghost continues and tells you, "It doesn matter if ya've never taken a life before, ya have to be prepared to do it."

It's not cruel, but it is bluntly honest. Never before has it been so clear that your job is to serve Queen and country by honing yourself into a weapon.

If Soap has you on the training field, he's timing your runs. You know what the qualifying physical fitness is to join up, but the task force qualifications must be different because every time Soap clocks your 2K, he'll look at the stopwatch for a moment while you breathe and call out, "Again, but a might faster, yeah?" Or he'll start the beep test and see how many reps you get on pace. After the fifth round, you lose count of how you're doing.

When you're not running, you're putting the weight training to good use. Soap starts you with the 2kg ball on an unmarked field, at least from your perspective. You assume there's some sort of distance indicators where he stands, but he never tells you how far you've thrown anything. You watch divots of grass pop up farther and farther away before Soap switches you to the 3kg ball, then the requisite 4kg ball, then on to a 5kg ball. Each one pockmarks the field in front of you, Soap making notes each time.

He has you pull the fixed weight bar over and over, recording the force off a screen he won't let you see. He'll look at the force, then as you and say, "Brace more wi' your back. Let's have another go."

Sometimes he has you on the pull up bar, alternatively calling out either your time while you count or your counts as you watch the stopwatch he dangles from the end of his clipboard. Or he'll hang the stopwatch from his neck as he sits at your feet while you do situps, calling out each correctly formed situp and fixing you when your posture slips. He doesn't count them - or the pull ups where your chin doesn't clear the bar - as done.

You're grateful all the hard physical work happens before lunch. Ghost or Soap will give you just enough time to haul ass back to your bunk to get cleaned up for the meal. Like on the first official day, you usually sit quietly, listening, while clearing two or more servings of food.

After lunch, Gaz or Soap has you in a classroom. On day one, Gaz stands in front of you with a folder open in his hands. "Impressive A Levels," he says by way of greeting.

You pull up short. "How do you have my A Levels?"

Gaz smirks. "Ya signed Adam's forms, yeah? Gives us permission to pull all your data. And these scores are...somethin' else."

You look at the table in front of you. "I like to learn," you admit softly.

"That'll make our time together easier, then." He gestures to the table and its stacks of books. "Yer gonna get a crash course in as much as Soap an' I can cover."

They give you a crash course indeed. Nothing close to Phase 3 training, but you've been through 2A. They take that basic officer knowledge and increase the rigor of everything. Soap covers demolitions, infiltrations, and target elimination. Gaz tackles surveillance and covert ops. You can't match the 141's training in these crash courses, but you absorb more than you thought possible. By the second week, both Gaz and Soap are in the room with you, running simulations and recording your responses and decisions.

Two and a half weeks after officially joining the 141, you find yourself in front of Price's intimidating desk, made more imposing by his seat on the other side, ringed by the team. There's papers spread all over his desk. Clearly there's an order to it, there must be, but you can't fathom what it is. From your position, you see only a handful of familiar markings: targets from the shooting range, PT ranges dotted with dated peaks and valleys, the letterhead from your secondary school.

"Well," Price says, steepling his hands in front of him. He glances at his pack team behind him. "The lads have had quite a lot to say about you." The pause feels heavy, expectant, but you've learned to keep quiet when faced with such a conversational opening, especially from an alpha.

Price looks at the papers on his desk again. "Excellent weapons quals," he says, briefly pulling up one of your targets. "Apparently hit what Adam needed on day one."

You gape at Ghost. "But...I thought...you kept having me change weapons and moved the targets."

Ghost snickers. "Wan'ed ta see wha' ya could do."

Price continues, "Ghost also said you took him to the mat last week." Ghost nods, and you see the surprise cross Soap's face as Gaz cuts his eyes to the leftenant. "An' Soap says ya likely set some records with yer PT: beep test and 2k speed's impressive. Ya run?"

"Er, yessir. Between 5 and 10k a day, sir."

Price pauses in his perusal and looks at you directly. "S'tha so?" He waves a hand before you can respond. "Pull ups and push ups and the ball toss all well above quals."

You look at Soap over Price's shoulder. "You pushing me, too?" He grins sheepishly.

"Ye caught me."

"And the boys showed me how you reacted to the scenarios. Handled 'em like a seasoned operator," Price finishes, sitting forward, leaning his arms against the desk.

"Yer a real Renaissance soldier," he tells you. He chuckles to himself. "Maybe we should call ya Ren."

You don't know what to make of this. "Sir?" you ask.

"'m glad those other alphas were too pompous to see how amazin' ya are," Price says. *Ren, yer worth more 'en half the base. Them idiots didn' know wha' ya do wi' ya, but wi' us, yer gonna shine. If these reports are accurate," he looks at the team who are all nodding, "all ya need is a little more trainin' to be damn near perfect."

The gleam in his eye at the last statement borders on avaricious, but you write it off as his pride at getting you on his team.

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yanderenightmare · 1 year ago

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Gojo Satoru

TW: implied noncon, yandere, captive reader, blood, knife play

gn reader

Satoru doesn’t have infinity activated around you. You don’t really pose much of a threat, and he thinks you know that too—besides, you’d never actually dare do anything anyway…

The knife in his lung says differently, though.

Your hand around the hilt shakes, unintentionally wiggling the blade.

The surprise is greater than the pain. Honestly, the pain barely matters. He’s experienced so much worse, his body scoffs at the tiny kitchen utensil. Cursed technique stops the bleeding before a single drop even escapes—it works like a well-oiled machine without him even thinking about it.

You seem worse off. Tears fumble down your face as you tremble, wide-eyed and petrified, staring at where you’ve just driven the weapon through the otherwise pale and perfect alabaster muscles of his abdomen.

He says your name, and it seems to shake you out of it. You let go of the shaft, but the knife remains inside. He pulls it out himself as if it’s nothing—not even giving it the same regard you would have a tiny splinter.

A droplet of blood slips down the blade and splashes on the cotton of your panties—the ones he’d been so eager to remove only a minute ago.

Where’d you even hide the knife? Has he become so comfortable around you that he didn’t notice you holding it?

You’re still in shock. Small whimpers escape your trembling and the erratic nature of your breaths. You’re not really breathing fast or slow, it’s almost like you’ve forgotten how to do it right—hitched both on its way in and on its way out again.

He almost feels sorry for you. But then again, he’s the one who was just stabbed.

“Lick it.” He doesn’t know where it comes from. It’s the first punishment that he could think of.

You blink like you’ve got an eyelash stuck on your lens as you adjust your gaze to look up at him. He holds the knife to your lips.

“Wah—”

“It’s dirty. Lick it clean.”

He can see the gears turning in your head. He wonders what you’re thinking about. Is it how much you hate him? Regret for what you’ve done? Or misery over how it didn’t kill him?

Would you really want to kill him? He would ask, but he doesn’t think you know the answer.

Your tongue trembles as it reaches out, gasping once it touches the blood.

It’s weird, but there’s something really intimate about it. Maybe it’s because he’s horny. He was planning on fucking you just a while ago, after all.

You whimper as you lick along the length of the blade, feeling the fresh blood soak into your tastebuds—salty and metallic and a little sweet. He turns the blade for you to finish the other side as well.

The taste stays on your tongue.

He throws the knife away once it’s clean. There’s no clatter, just a thud as it lands in the white fur of the living room carpet.

Lanky hands hold both sides of your face as he lays his forehead down upon yours. “I know it wasn’t your intention…” he rasps while his thumbs rub into your cheeks, making your lips jut out in a pout. His blue eyes are even crisper than usual. “But that really turned me on.”

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obito-in-disguise · 7 months ago

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hello tobi!! how are you doing?? 🥰 could i request hashira men x reader where reader is a really strong hashira but she’s scared shitless of needles. and then shinobu is like everyone has to get this shot/vaccine and when the hashira finds out the reader is scared of needles he’s like wtf you’ve literally been through hell fighting demons, how does this scare you?? (yk im already gna say this, but can you focus on gyomei please hehe) thank you! ☺️

Hello again s8tnn!! (satan??😟) believe it or not I'm Gyomei's biggest stan now thanks to you. I've been putting my whole writussy into all the headcanons I write for him.

Let's get right into it!

| How the Hashira Comfort You in Bed After a Nightmare |

super strong (or so we thought) reader x hashira men

Featuring: Gyomei Himejima, Shinazugawa Sanemi, Tomioka Giyuu, Kyojuro Rengoku, Iguro Obanai and Uzui Tengen.

Gyomei Himejima

The only person who wasn't giving you a dirty look in the room right now was Gyomei.

With the emergence of an upper ranking demon that was able to turn humans into his subjects with a myriad of flu-like symptoms, Shinobu had mandated all the demon slayers both hashiras and regos alike, take the vaccine she had developed.

Just last week they were all praising you for taking down over a hundred demons yourself, calling you the greatest hashira of your breathing technique. And now here you were, a total of five of Shinobu's assistants having to hold you down to take your shot.

You hadn't meant to freak out, you didn't even know you were afraid of needles so you stayed calm at first. All your calm however flew out the window when shinobu whipped out her eight inch needle. (yes i looked it up, it's fucking real)

You jumped up, shoving everyone out of the way and making a mad dash for the door. The assistants fumble to grab you, your evasive skills proving top notch. It took a coordinated effort to wrestle you onto the bed, the assistants holding you down while shinobu tries to administer the vaccine as fast as she can, hiding her amusement as you screech.

Gyomei observes in surprise the whole time. He gets up walking over to your terrified form before ordering the assistants to release you. When they do, you immediately cling to him for dear life.

“Breathe,” he murmured, his voice calm and grounding. He wraps his arms around you, sitting on the bed, holding you steady. “You have endured worse than this.”

With his steady presence, you managed to endure the shot. It stung, but just like that Gyomei managed to turn another unbearable situation around just by being him.

“Thank you Gyo” you whispered afterward, your cheeks burning. You glanced around the room, the amused assistants quickly looking away when you glared at them. Oh you were so going to avoid them forever.

“It is nothing to be ashamed of, even the strongest have fears.”

Shinazugawa Sanemi

The second you jumped off the bed and bolted, Sanemi was the first to grab you.

“What the hell are you doing?!” he barked, crossing his arms as he pushes you back unto the bed. “You’re supposed to be a Hashira, not some scaredy cat”

You nod sadly at Sanemi's harsh words, gulping as you take in the sheer size of the needle.

"Will you please hold my hand?..."

He scoffs turning away "No."

“Just get it over with already. You’re embarrassing yourself and us.”

With a great deal of coaxing and reassurance from Shinobu, she eventually administers the vaccine and sends you on your way.

The second you step out of the room, Sanemi immediately grasps your hand and tugs you into his chest, cradling your head. A huge contrast to his cold behaviour from earlier.

"I knew you could do it..." he mumbles gruffly, scoffing when he looks down at you and your expression of betrayal, knowing exactly what you're thinking, He's a piece of shit.

"What? I have a reputation to uphold..."

"Seriously?..."

Tomioka Giyuu

Giyuu had been standing quietly near the window, leaning back on it, his ankles crossed. He watches the chaos unfold with his usual stoicism, painted with a hint amusement. When you finally stopped struggling long enough for the assistants to pin you down, he spoke.

“Do you really need five people to hold you down for this?”

You shot him a glare, your face red with embarrassment. “If you’re not going to help, then just shut up Tomioka!”

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze unwavering. “I don’t see what the big deal is. It’s just a needle.” he shrugs stepping closer.

“Yeah, well, not everyone’s got emotions of steel like Giyuu Tomioka” you snapped, gripping the bed frame for dear life.

Giyuu blinked, his expression unchanging. “You don't need emotions of steel for this...just the regular will do...”

“Oh, yeah? Then come over here and hold my hand!”

To your surprise, he actually did, his hand cool and steady in yours. The room fell silent as he watched Shinobu administer the shot, his calm presence oddly soothing.

When it was over, he pulled his hand back and pats your hand softly.

“…Thanks,” you muttered, still feeling a little shaken.

He nodded once. “I'm always here for your meltdowns”

"Hey!"

Kyojuro Rengoku

Kyojuro’s laughter rang out the moment you tried to flee. “Ha-ha! Fear not, y/n You are strong and capable!”

“Then you take the shot for me!” you plead as the assistants pleaded with you to go back to the bed.

Kyojuro knelt beside you, his hands on his knees as he gave you an encouraging smile, the laughter gone. “This is but a fleeting pain, one that will pass as quickly as a spark. You’ve faced demons, this is nothing compared to that!”

“Easy for you to say,” you grumbled. “You’re not afraid...”

He lifts your chin up “Your fear is nothing compared to your bravery” he declared. “Now, sit tall and proud! I will hold your hand if need be!”

Before you could protest, he grasped your hand in his own, his warmth and energy oddly reassuring. By the time Shinobu administered the shot, his boisterous encouragement was all you could hear.

“Well done!” Kyojuro said proudly, giving your shoulder a hearty pat. “You have overcome this challenge with great strength!”

"Yes yes, thank you kyo"

Iguro Obanai

Obanai stood quietly in the corner, Kaburamaru coiled around his shoulders. He didn’t say a word as you ran for the door, nor when the assistants leaped after you.

It wasn’t until you were borderline attacking the poor assistants that he finally spoke, his voice low and unimpressed. “This is unbecoming...”

Your head snapped toward him, your eyes filled with sorrow and despair. “Have you seen the size of that thing?!”

His eyes narrow as he steps closer to Shinobu, peering over her shoulders to see the needle "let me see..."

His eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he takes in all eight inches of it. "Do I have to take that too..."

When Shinobu confirms, he pales. He eyes slowly meet yours, a small scowl forming on his face at your now smug smile.

He silently steps closer, taking kaburamaru off his neck and placing him in your lap before basically running out the door "You're on your own y/n..." you can barely hear him call as he makes his way down the hallway.

"Hey! what?! Go after him too! If I have to do this, so does he!"

Uzui Tengen

“Embarrassing?” Tengen cackles as he twirled one of his rings between his fingers. “No, no, this isn’t embarrassing. This is unflashy!”

You shot him a withering glare as you squirmed, casting shinobu a nervous glance. “You're not helping Uzui...”

“Oh, but I am,” he said, crouching next to you. “What you need is a lesson in bravery! Shinobu, hand me the needle, I’ll take the shot.”

She smacks his hand away with a deadpan look, he had already taken his.

Tengen leaned closer to you. “Listen, little butterfly. You’re ruining your image here. I know you can take it ok? just do it” He grins, squeezing your shoulder in encouragement.

“Just do it? Gee why didn't I think of that...” you muttered in exasperation at his stupid suggestion as Shinobu finally jabbed the needle into your arm, mid-distraction.

Tengen grinned. “See? I knew my presence alone would make it bearable. You’re welcome!”

"Shut up..."

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stlllle · 29 days ago

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Nam-gyu (Player 124) - Ultimate NSFW ABC (Toxic, Rough, and Morally Wrong Edition)

Note:I hate him. I don’t even like him. But he’s so hot. Send help.

I’ll see y’all in therapy.

Don’t look at me.

Reblogs > Likes

Tell me your Nam-gyu delusions in the replies

Masterlist –[link]

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A = Aftercare

Absolutely none.

Nam-gyu doesn’t know what aftercare is and honestly… he doesn’t care.

The second he’s done, he’ll pull out, zip up his pants, light a cigarette and leave you there.

If you’re crying? He’ll smirk, tilt his head and go:

“Really? Crying? I didn’t even go that hard on you.”

If he’s in a weirdly “nice” mood (which is rare as hell), he’ll toss a water bottle at you or throw you a towel… but mostly so you don’t whine later.

Affection? In this economy? Not from him.

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B = Body Part

Your throat and your mouth.

Nam-gyu has a huge obsession with seeing you gag on him.

He loves the feeling of your throat tightening when he pushes deep.

Holding your head in place, looking down at you like you’re nothing but a toy for him.

If your eyes water?

Perfect.

If you choke?

“Look at you… taking it like the filthy little thing you are.”

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C = Cum

Ego-fueled.

His favorite thing is to cum on your face, in your mouth, or deep inside you without warning.

Watching you struggle to swallow it down?

That’s his version of bliss.

And if you try to spit it out?

He’ll grab your chin, force eye contact and growl:

“Swallow. All of it. Now.”

He takes it personal if you don’t.

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D = Dirty Secret

He’s jerked off watching you sleep.

Filmed you moaning without your knowledge.

Has voice memos of you begging, crying, breaking…

Sometimes he listens to them late at night just to get off again.

“If you knew half the shit I’ve done… you’d hate me more than you already do.”

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E = Experience

Very experienced.

But not in a romantic way… in a “fucked a stranger in a bar bathroom while half drunk and didn’t even ask their name” kind of way.

Fast, rough, dirty, and selfish.

Technique? Minimal.

Brute force? Maximum.

Enough to make you cum if he feels like it… but don’t count on it.

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F = Favourite Position

Doggy style.

For obvious reasons.

He loves grabbing your hair, fucking you from behind, slapping your ass, and humiliating you without having to look at your face (unless he wants to… just to laugh at your tears).

“Stay like that. Don’t move.”

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G = Goofy

Literally zero.

If you laugh or try to be playful during sex, he’ll pause, give you the most judgmental glare and snap:

“You think this is funny? Shut up.”

If anyone’s laughing… it’s him.

But in that dry, mocking, evil way… usually when you’re crying or begging him to stop.

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G = Goal

To break you.

To make you addicted to him.

To make you hate yourself for wanting him…

and still crawl back to him every time.

“I want you to hate me… but still let me fuck you.”

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H = Hair

Messy, smells like sweat and cigarettes.

Down there? Unkempt.

He doesn’t care.

“If you don’t like it… you can stop sucking.”

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I = Intimacy

HA.

Romance? Cuddles? Soft kisses?

Not a chance.

The closest you’ll get is him grabbing your throat or biting your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.

If he makes eye contact during sex, it’s only to watch the tears build up in your eyes.

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J = Jack Off

All the time.

Thinking about you crying, begging, breaking apart under him.

Probably jerks off to your pictures, your stolen voice notes, your underwear he took without telling you.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve cum thinking about your pathetic little face.”

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K = Kink

Degradation

Choking

Tears kink

Spit kink

Rough sex / impact play

Hate sex / angry sex

If you beg?

He’ll mock you.

If you say “I hate you”?

He’ll fuck you harder.

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L = Location

Anywhere inappropriate.

Public bathrooms, alleys behind clubs, stairwells, cars, against dirty walls…

The more humiliating the place, the better.

“Be quiet… unless you want someone to hear how much you love this.”

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M = Motivation

Seeing you vulnerable.

Hearing your voice crack.

Watching you cry and still spread your legs for him.

The mix of pain, hate, lust and desperation…

That’s what gets him hard.

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N = No

Soft, slow, romantic sex.

If you try to pull a “slow lovemaking moment,” he’ll literally stop and go:

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Also hates when people fake reluctance for too long.

If you’re playing hard to get for hours, he’ll get bored and leave.

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O = Oral

Loves receiving.

Holds your head, shoves himself deep, uses your throat like a toy.

Giving?

Rare.

And if he does… it’ll be messy, rough, with teeth, biting, and mostly just to see you squirm.

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P = Pace

Fast, brutal, relentless.

Zero patience for slow build-up.

If you ask for gentle?

He’ll laugh and go even harder.

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Q = Quickie

Obsessed.

He lives for risky, fast, impulsive fucks.

In public bathrooms, stairwells, behind buildings…

If he’s horny?

He’ll grab you wherever you are and take what he wants.

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R = Risk

All of them.

Getting caught?

Doesn’t care.

Being loud?

Doesn’t care.

Condom?

…Depends on his mood (PLEASE use protection, bestie).

He’s reckless, impulsive and dangerous.

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S = Stamina

Cums fast when he’s really worked up…

But rebounds just as fast.

If he’s in the mood, you’ll get 2-3 rounds out of him easy.

If he’s angry or frustrated? Even more.

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T = Toys

Prefers using his hands.

But if toys are around?

Ropes, belts, handcuffs, knives (for fear play only… probably).

He likes control.

“You’re not leaving this bed unless I say so.”

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U = Unfair

Master at teasing.

Will edge you for hours, stop right before you cum, and laugh at you for being so desperate.

“Beg. Louder. Make it worth my time.”

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V = Volume

LOUD.

Growls, swearing, gasping, panting…

And that dark, evil laugh when he sees you fall apart.

“Listen to yourself… so fucking pathetic.”

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W = Wildcard

He’s definitely fucked you with his knife pressed to your throat at least once.

Just for the thrill.

Just to see you tremble.

Sometimes he’ll whisper things like:

“What if I killed you right now? Huh? Would you still cum for me?”

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X = X-ray

Thick.

Not the longest, but wide enough to make it stretch and hurt.

Veiny, with a flushed reddish tone.

Perfect for choking you up and making it impossible to take him fully without gagging.

If we’re talking measurements… I’d say somewhere between 15 and 18 cm in length, with a girthy circumference around 13 to 14 cm. Not overwhelmingly huge… but thick enough to leave you breathless and sore for days.

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Y = Yearning

High sex drive.

He wants you whenever he wants you…

And expects you to always be ready.

But he loves making you wait.

Loves seeing you desperate and needy for him.

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Z = Zzz

Cigarette.

Phone.

Turn away.

Zero cuddles.

Zero affection.

If you try to get close?

“Go to sleep. Don’t start whining again.”

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Final Words:

Nam-gyu is the human embodiment of trauma bonding.

He’ll break you.

Ruin you.

And you’ll still come back crawling for more.

Because that’s exactly how he likes it.

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satorusugurugurl · 1 year ago

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Stuck in The Middle

Summary: After being cramped in a hot car between your coworkers Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, you learn a very personal detail about their lives, their sex lives to be in fact!

Pairing: Geto Suguru x FAB!Reader x Gojo Satoru

Word Count: 3,031

Warning: Masturbation, threesome, oral sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, Geto’s bangs 🥵

A/N: Someone, totally not me. *bombastic side eye at me reflection* Has been reading/looking at tons of SatoSugu artwork. Again totally not me! This was not my brain worm working against me. . .yeah. . .it was. . .🪱

“Satoru, please, you're on my last nerve.”

“Oh, why? Because I'm breathing? So sorry, I need to breathe, your highness!”

“No, it's because you keep rolling the window up and down! It's hot, and you're letting all the cold air out!”

“Okay, so you tell me how to preoccupy my time? My phone is dead, we're stuck in traffic, and I'm starving!” Satoru turned to glare at his best friend. “If someone hadn't nearly thrown up after swallowing that curse, we could be back at the hotel!”

“I will sic’ one of my curses on you while we're inside the car if you keep testing me!”

“P-Please don't.”

Both Satoru and Suguru seized up, looking down at you. You had been so damn quiet they forgot you were there. You were smashed between the two of them, struggling to breathe. You didn't want to be here. You wanted to go on your own mission. But Yaga had insisted your curse technique for talismans and veils was ideal for this mission.

And your boss wasn't wrong! The three of you kicked major ass, got the job done within a day, and would be staying the night in Chiba before heading back to Tokyo in the morning. That was if you made it to the hotel without Satoru and Suguru killing each other.

Since you left Tokyo, the two best friends have been fighting and arguing. Like they were both on edge, you thought that maybe it was your presence intruding on their space. But they were both civil with you; to each other, it was a different story. They bickered like an old married couple. That was fine at first, but now that they talked about fighting each other? The two strongest sorcerers you knew, yeah, you wouldn’t let that happen.

You sighed in relief as they pulled away, giving you space to breathe. “Oh, Y/N, sorry you're so quiet I almost forgot you were here.” Satoru placed his forearm on your head, leaning in closer to Suguru. “Don't worry about me; I can take Suguru.” Suguru sighed loud enough for the both of you to hear.

“She doesn't want us to fight.”

“Well, not everybody gets what they want.” The words come out like silk as you jerk your head to the side. “Hey!” You don't even have a chance to admire the pout on Satoru as your head collides with Suguru’s shoulder.

“S-Sorry.” This is the only word you can begin to muster as Suguru glances down at you. He gives you a soft, gentle smile, bangs shifting as he shakes his head. A gesture to let you know that you were okay. His eyes slowly open to glare daggers at the other man.

Satoru sighs, rolling his eyes as he turns his attention back out the window. His leg bounces up and down so fast it's vibrating the chair. At least he isn't rolling the window up and down anymore. Maybe the peace would last through traffic. Maybe God would grant you that singular gift.

But God was cruel because the peaceful silence lasted all but thirty minutes. Enough time to get you through the nerve-wracking traffic just as the assistant supervisor pulled up to your hotel. They were the first to get out, rushing to grab Gojo’s luggage from the back. You wanted to join them! To help, but alas, you were still pinned between the two taller men. They were still glaring daggers at the other, waiting to see which would back down first.

There was far too much testosterone in the air for your liking. So you wiggled your way past them, reaching for the door handle. If you had to crawl over their laps to escape to freedom, so be it. A sacrifice you were willing to make! Just as you were getting ready to crawl over Suguru’s lap, Satoru moved.

You let out a little oof as Satoru pressed his whole body against you. You inadvertently fell over onto Suguru’s lap. The dark-haired man’s hands shot up, his thighs tensing at you suddenly collapsing onto him. Before you had a chance to get off or move, you gasped, cheeks flush as Satoru pressed his hips against your ass, poking Suguru in the cheek very aggressively with his pointer finger.

”Does somebody have an upset tummy after swallowing that curse?” The mocking tone of Satoru’s voice nearly makes Suguru grow inaudible. However, it was loud and clear from where you were! Seeing that your face was pressed firmly against his thighs.

Suguru's hand reached up, grabbing Satoru by the front of his jacket, yanking him closer to his face. Which had him pressing his crotch harder against your ass; it felt good. One of your hands flies up to stifle the moan that threatens to escape your mouth as Satoru tries pulling away from his very grumpy best friend.

“Do you have a death wish, Satoru?!”

“No, but I still have your underwear from last week.”

“Yeah, well, I still have your virginity!”

“Mmmph.” You whine, and your hand doesn’t muffle the noise this time.

Both Satoru and Suguru freeze. Their eyes slowly drift towards your body. One hand is gripping Geto’s pants while the other covers your mouth. Your ass is perfectly propped up, right against Satoru. Neither of them can deny how hot you look sprawled out in front of them like this. They exchange a look with each other, while at the same time, you feel Gojo’s cock throb against your ass while Geto’s twitches against your cheek.

Their eyes practically burn holes through your skin, muscles twitching like predators about to pounce. You needed to move fast! Grabbing the handle to the door, you throw it open, crawling over Suguru, hitting the hard pavement with a thump that makes your ears ring. Two large hands grab your jacket, trying to hoist you off the ground and back into the car. Luckily, you’re able to shimmy out of it before you’re caught. You scramble to your feet, bolting for the hotel, ignoring the shouts behind you.

When you’re secure in your room, you plop onto the ground, gasping for air as you stare at the multicolored carpet in shock. Suguru and Satoru were fucking!? Oh God, why did they send you on this mission? It was bad enough having to be stuck between the two of them all day. Now you know details about their very personal and very intimate lives, what the hell were they going to do to you!?

”Stupid Y/N! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!” You scolded yourself as you scrubbed your hands over your face. “Stupid body! Is it too much to ask for a not so reactive body!?” You screamed to the heavens, pushing yourself off the ground as you began pacing, biting your thumb as your eyes darted to the wall separating you and Gojo's room. “I-I’ll just act like I never heard it! Yeah, I don’t know who happened to Take the Gojo Satoru’s virginity.”

It was Geto, his one and only best friend, Geto Suguru.

Your mind kept stating that fact all evening. While you took a shower, ordered room service, and as you currently laid in bed. Scowling at the ceiling in frustration, you're tossed and turned. You were trying to think of anything else other than Satoru and Suguru.

Like how nice and comfy your bed was! How would Satoru look pushed into it? The moon was beautiful! Satoru and Suguru would look pretty fucking in the moonlight. Was the heater on? No, it was just you, wanting to be in the middle, to taste and feel each other, their bodies flush against you, like earlier in the car, only with less clothes on.

“Stop it!” you shouted, getting out of bed. “You can't fantasize about your coworkers like this! They said it by accident. Not on purpose!”

Deciding that sleep wasn't an option, you walked towards the bathroom to grab a glass of water. “S-Suguru~” A whiny moan behind the wall had you freezing in your tracks. “Ahh~ s-Sugu~!” you turned your head slowly, eyeing the wall.

“Satoru~”

God hated you. It was apparent that you were being punished for some unknown sin. You pressed your thighs together, staring at the wall for a long moment. Listening to the soft grunts and groans from the two men on the other side of the wall. The bed creaked, enticing you to step closer, to listen to their moans. Your body moved, inching closer to the wall. But before you could you froze. No, this was wrong! You shouldn't be eavesdropping! You should leave as this had nothing to do with you! Before you could turn to go, a sharp inhale caught your attention.

“S-She was so pretty~” Satoru cried out, “ah! I w-wanna touch her.”

“Yeah~ she's so pretty. I would love to have her and you at the same time.” A breathless whine. “Oooh, you twitched, Satoru. You like that idea~.”

You liked that idea.

Forgetting all morals, you strode forward, slowly dropping to your knees and pressing your ear against the wall. “Y-Yeah~ like it~” The bed creaked fast, squeaking under the weight of whatever the duo was doing.

“She’d look pretty stuffed between us~ stuck in the middle.”

You felt your pussy twitch, a silent plea for you to relieve the burning heat building inside you. “Fuck.” A tiny whine sounded in the back of your throat as you slid your hand inside your shorts, rubbing your clit. You imagined being stuck between them. The smell of musk, clean linen, and earthy wood. Put them together, and god imagining their scent lingering on your skin could almost make you cum. “Haaah~” you cry out a little too loud, but you're losing yourself in the fantasy that you don't even notice the creaking of the bed has stopped. “Fuck~”

“I wanna kiss her~” Satoru groans out.

“I wanna kiss her too, on that pretty clit.” Suguru added.

“Yes ~ yeah, I-I want that too.” Your fingers pressed harder against yourself.

“I wanna fuck her while she sucks you off. Same position as when we were in the car.”

“Yeah~ she’d look so pretty choking on me while you fuck her.”

God, they were so lewd! It had you crying out softly, legs shaking as you whimpered loudly.“Fuck!” You cried out, rubbing your swollen clit faster, mouth dropping open at your quickened pace. “Oooh fuck.” Touching yourself is just what you needed. Your fingers were inches from sliding inside, your tight heat. Soon, you’d feel sweet relief.

Knock, Knock, knock.

Three quick taps hit the wall right where your ear was. Hurriedly, you pull away, staring at the wall in shock. A chuckle sounds from the other side of the wall before you hear footsteps heading across the floor, their door creaking open before the same quick knocks sound from your door. Ooooh fuck.

With shaky legs, you stand, heading to the door, slowly opening it. You inhaled sharply as a large hand pressed against it, forcing it open more. Suguru slowly leaned down, his face flushed, his hair a complete mess, and his lips swollen. His sudden closeness had you stepping further into your room.

His eyes took in your own flushed face, darting your legs that you clenched. “So Y/N,” he stepped inside your room, gently grabbing your chin, “you gonna keep playing with yourself? Or do you wanna pick up where we left off in the car?” You failed to find the words, stuttering and stumbling over your traitorous tongue. Suguru smiled gently, tilting his head to the side, waiting patiently for your answer.

Going next door to join them was insane, right? Yes. Were you going to do it? Fucking absolutely.

“Y-Yeah—-I wanna pick up where we left off.”

“Good girl.” Ever so slowly, Suguru brought your fingers to his mouth. His eyes trailed over them, still wet with your slick. “Come on.” He opened his mouth, kissed swollen lips wrapping around your fingers, sucking on them sinfully.

“Holy shit!” You cursed as he swirled his tongue around them.

When he could no longer taste your sweet, tangy essence, he pulled off with a pop. His tongue lolled out, swiping at the corner of his mouth. “We don't want to keep Satoru waiting.”

Everything was a blur, shutting your door and entering their Satoru’s room. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back as he slowly grinned—a smug grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Awe~ you actually came.” Satoru patted the side of the bed, his erection straining against his boxers. “Come sit, sit, noisy girl.”

You plopped down next to Satoru, swallowing as the two men looked over you. “Satoru, she told me she wasn't to pick up where we left off.” The white-haired man perked up, blue eyes glancing at you as he turned.

“You do?”

“Yes.” There wasn't a second of hesitation as you nodded. “Yes, I do!”

“Okay, well, in that case.” Sitting on his knees, Satoru whistled happily as he pulled you up onto your knees with him. “Get into position.” He turned your body so your back was turned towards him.

For a split second, you were face to face with Suguru, sitting at the head of the bed. He winked at you before you were pushed down to present your ass to Satoru from behind. A tiny gasp sounded from your throat as Suguru squeezed at the bulge in his sweats that you were face to face with. A small wet spot formed where his tip was leaking pre-cum against the gray fabric.

“Are you sure you're okay with this?” Thick, long fingers played with the elastic of your pajama shorts.

“Mhmm, I'm positive.”

With a final approval of consent, cold air hit your bare ass as your shorts were yanked down. Hissing at the sudden chill, you focused on Suguru’s hand. It was squeezing the bulge harder; the faintest groans rumbled in his chest. Your hands trailed over his thighs, his muscles twitching as you grabbed his waistband.

“Can I give you a hand?”

Suguru shook his head. “No, you may not.” His words stung, a pout forming on your lips. “You may, however, use your mouth.” You beamed up at him, tugging his pants down, freeing his massive erection that bobbed in the air.

“Oooh, it's so pretty.” Gently grabbing his shaft, you stroked it. “Thank you, Suguru.”

While you took Suguru’s cock in your mouth Satoru slapped your ass from behind, spreading your cheeks, looking at your dripping cunt with a needy groan. “Fuck, she's soaked. Did you get off on hearing us dry-humping Y/N?” You gave a little ‘mhm!’ around Suguru’s cock. “Oooh, what a little perv,” Satoru growled, smacking your ass harder.

“No, she's a good girl.” Sweet sighs left Suguru’s mouth as you peeked up at him. “Such a good girl, look at you sucking my cock~ so good.” One of his hands gently pressed your head, urging you to take more of him, while the other rested behind his head. “Fuck, Satoru, her mouth feels so good.”

You were taking more of Suguru’s cock into your throat when you felt Satoru rubbing the head of his cock over your entrance. Your eyes rolled back as you moaned, the tip of his cock back and forth over your slick folds. He hummed, locking his bottom lip with a smirk. “Yeah, down here feels good too~ she's so wet.” Hot, velvety skin slid up. “So wet I might slip inside.” Your eyes widened as his tip pressed past your tight entrance. “Oops~”

“Y/N~ did Satoru slip inside like he said he would?” You moaned in response, deep-throating Suguru as far as you could, gagging over his length. “Fuuck~ you like it? Being stuffed like this~? Your mouth and your pussy are being put to good use.” your eyes water as he gagged more, Suguru pushing you down to his base. Your nose brushing against trimmed black pubes.

“Nnngh fuck, she's twitching like crazy. She likes it~ no, she loves this~!” Suddenly, you were filled to the brim as Satoru slammed into you, gritting his teeth.

Body twitching, you shut your eyes tight, focusing on breathing as best as possible through your nose. But fuck, it was hard to concentrate as Satoru’s hips began rutting against you at a slow and steady pace. Your moans and gags muffled together as Suguru gently thrusts his hips up into your mouth, a whine.

Both men looked at you for a long moment, watching drool running out of the corners of your mouth and how you began rocking back against Satoru’s clock, begging for more. Their eyes locked, gleaming with a mixture of lust and pure, unfiltered need before Suguru leaned over, kissing Satoru.

His sudden movement had his cock pushing further down your throat. You gagged, pulling back to breathe. “Ah! Ah, fuck!” you cried out, grabbing Suguru’s cock in your hand and stroking him as Satoru began thrusting harder. His grunts slipped into Suguru’s mouth as their tongues melded together. You glanced up, watching as Suguru cupped Satoru’s face in both hands, deepening the kiss as his hips thrust into your hand.

Satoru looked like he was struggling to keep up, hips bucking madly against your ass while his tongue moved against Suguru’s in a way that you knew he liked. There was no fumbling around, just two insanely hot guys making out with you in the middle. Breaking the kiss, you watched Suguru gasp for air, his hair even more messy before he grabbed you by the hair, spanking your head up.

“Enjoying the show?” You whined as you nodded; Satoru was now hitting your g-spot head-on. “Ooh, you getting close?”

“Yeah, s-she—ngh fuck!” Skin slapped against the skin as Satoru leans forward, trailing kisses up your spine. “She's so tight, so fucking tight, she's gonna cum, gonna cum and milk me~! Fuck!”

You jerked your hand faster over Suguru’s spit-slicked cock. Your eyes glaze over as Satoru whimpers over your skin. The sight of the two of you slowly unraveling has Suguru tilting his head back with a snarl. The two of you made the cutest whines and whimpers as the overwhelming tension of a building orgasm twisted in both your cores. He wasn't going to last, not at all.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum.” Suguru yelled, body doubling over, his hand gripping your hair. “O-Open wide~”

“S-Sugu—Suguru!” Satoru watched as his best friend jerked himself madly over your tongue before he shoved his cock into your mouth. “Y-Yeah, fill her mouth, give her that cum.”

Suguru does precisely that; you moan as his cum fills your mouth, thick and salty with just a hint of sweetness to it. He doesn't stop; Suguru just keeps thrusting, moaning, and grunting as he pushes all his cum into your mouth, only stopping when he feels you swallowing around his softening cock. When he looks up from the top of your head, he sees Satoru’s face scrunch up. Eyebrows knitted together as his hips jerk madly against your ass.

“Oh fuck me~ fuck me I'm cummin’ haa ha fuck!” As ropes of cum paint your insides, Suguru quickly reaches down, rubbing your clit as you pull off his twitching cock.

“C-cumming!” Your hoarse voice called out, your hands gripping Suguru’s shirt to steady yourself. “S-Satoru—Sugu—c-cumm—”

“Aaahh fuck!” Satoru grunts out, head falling against your shoulder as you scream, squirting all over him.

He keeps fucking into you, working you both through the waves of your orgasms, pushing you both to the border of oversensitivity. It isn't until you are both trembling that Suguru pulls his hand back, chuckling weakly as his two spent lovers collapse on the bed. He's half tempted to get up, to grab a warm towel to clean all of you off, but he doesn't.

Not when Satoru gently presses his middle and index finger against your chin, turning your head toward him. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.” He leans forward, kissing you softly. You return his kiss, moaning against his lips as he repositions your bodies. You sprawled out under him as he stayed slotted between your legs.

Satoru only breaks the kiss when he feels Suguru climb behind him. He doesn't get to ask what he’s doing because Suguru pushes his head down, encouraging him to kiss you more. Satoru keeps kissing you, eyes going wide as he feels the wet tip of Suguru’s cock pressing against his stretched and lubed hole.

“That’s it, keep kissing Y/N Satoru~ it's my turn to enjoy the show~!”

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monstersflashlight · 18 days ago

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Patreon Commission for @monstersholygrail

Request: Reader is a Cupid as well and she’s aiming to be Arch Cupid like the top Cupid. But the MMC (I feel like he should have a name but if you have one you like that’d be cool!!) is like her rival and is constantly matching her speed and ability to make matches. So she bends the rules a bit and on earth she secretly hits him with an arrow that’s meant to make him find his soulmate while also being lowkey an aphrodisiac. Reader then leaves all happy she can continue her work and does for a bit when MMC pounces on her out of nowhere it’s like bam they’re soulmates! Along with a bit of primal play where reader tries to deny it before even she can’t. Then at the end it’s kinda like a funny ‘well shit what are we gonna do now’ sorta vibe

An arrow to the… dick?

Cupid x Cupid fem!reader || semi-public sex, hate sex (but not really), (light) dirty talk, primal play, sex pollen (kinda) || tw: accidental drugging?

If you are sure of one thing, and one thing only is that he’s a jackass. And by him, you totally mean the stupid Cupid who is determined to take what’s rightfully yours. You’ve been working to get that promotion since forever, you’ve been at the top of your class every single year since you started studying, and once you were promoted into full Cupid, you only improved your techniques. You were the top matching Cupid in your company, and you deserved that good-damned position. You earned it. It should be yours… Until him.

You need to secure the position to become Arch Cupid and he’s in your way. So you do what you need to. You are out and about when you see him. You’ve been planning for a long while, but the moment seems too perfect to pass, so you take your bow and shoot your arrow.

It’s a soulmate’s arrow laced with some sex-pollen, your special combination used to bring the lovers together a bit faster than any of the other Cupids can. It hits him right on the dick, and you almost feel bad for him. But when he turns around and he catches a sight of you, he lunches.

And you fly away.

The second you see him flying behind you, you fly harder, push your wings so fast you think they are going to fall off. But he doesn’t give up, he keeps chasing you, and something inside of you is awakened. Your confusion turns into pleasure, your blood pumping fast and hard through your veins as you run away from him.

You never knew you had a chasing kink, but the way he’s growling as he tries to catch you, and the way he seems halfway insane as he follows… It’s doing wonders for your libido. You are discovering a lot of new things about yourself as you keep flying away, and he keeps chasing you down.

Until you turn in the wrong moment and he catches you.

“What are you doing, jackass?” You yell at him when his arm comes around your middle. You are breathing hard, as if you just flew across town with a stupid Cupid on your tail… Oh, wait. You did that.

“Why did you run?” He bites back, his tone angry, but there’s a spark of something underneath it.

Your anger is almost as high as your horniness when you answer him: “Because a jackass Cupid was following me!”

You think he’s going to bite back, or maybe even laugh at you, but what he says instead is: “I can smell your arousal.” He sounds confused, but interested at the same time, his face flushed and his dick clearly hard against his pants.

“No, you can’t,” you deny furiously, blushing hard as you realize that he most likely can. You can feel your panties soaked through as you take a step away from him. He follows. “Stop following me.”

“I can’t. I have this pull…” He tries to explain, releasing you when he fists his hands in front of his chest as if to represent something you don’t fully understand. But then you realize. Fuck.

“The arrow,” you whisper almost imperceptibly.

But he hears you either way because he’s that close. “What arrow?” Shit. Shit. Shit. Does that mean…?

You are having a full-on spiral of anxiety as you realize the Cupid in front of you, the one that looks confused and affronted is your soulmate. Your soulmate whose arousal is peaking because you shoot him a sex-pollen arrow. Oh, shit.

“I- I shoot an arrow at you,” you tell him, confusion filling every cell in your body.

“What kind of arrow?” He asks, and you step back. “What kind of arrow?” He repeats, pinching your chin between his fingers and forcing you to look at him. You pull away from him, ready to fly away again. “Do not fly away from me again,” he warns, an edge of danger on his voice.

You don’t listen.

You take flight and the game of the cat and the mouse starts again. He chases you through the sky as you try to out-fly him, without much success. It’s like his wings are powered with some kind of magic. Oh, yeah… Soulmate’s magic. And by the looks of it, you are the prey of this game, and even if you try to deny it even to yourself… You want this.

You can’t avoid looking at him with new eyes. He’s always been the most handsome of Cupids, and maybe your competition was a bit more foreplay than actual hatred towards the other, and now… Now all that UST is going to explode right in your face.

And you aren’t sure you want to fight it.

Second time he catches you, it’s not as soft as the first one. He crashes into your body, spinning mid air until you land on top of him. You are on some rooftop, the city bubbling below you but calmness around. He looks at you for a second, and then he pulls at your hair until he’s devouring your mouth.

And much to your dismay… you kiss him back. Your need and your knowledge that he’s your soulmate converge to make the kiss the most hated you’ve ever shared with anybody. He’s trying to devour you, and you are trying to consume him right back.

It’s frantic and desperate, and before you realize you are pulling at his clothes and you are scratching each other’s bodies as you get the other naked. It takes less than a second for you to find his hardness, his beautifully pink-colored and ridged cock that you know it’s going to send you into the oblivion of pleasure.

You fist him as he howls in pleasure and his fingers find your clit, circling it until you are both moaning against each other’s mouths. He pushes you down, crawling over your body. Your body is so hot you barely realize the coldness of the concrete under you as he trails kisses from your navel to your mouth, positioning himself against your opening.

“Is this okay? Are you ready, angel?” Out of everything, the pet name is what makes you choked out, so you simply nod. You fist his hair and pull him down into a soul-consuming kiss as he breaches you.

His dick is a tight fit, but you are so wet after your making out session that he slips almost too easily. If it were other circumstances, you’d be embarrassed about how wet you are. But he’s your soulmate. He’s predestined to you, and also, you are so horny you don’t really care. You claw at his back, urging him deeper until he bottoms out with a happy sigh.

“Fuck, your pussy is fantastic. Your boobs are fantastic. You are a vision to the eyes and I can’t believe I’ve been so blind, competing with you when we could have been fucking all along.” You huff in amusement but it’s rapidly turned into a deep moan when he hits your G-spot with impressive precision.

You scram his name and that turns him into a beast. He starts a frantic pace, not worried about how loud you two are being, just focused on the way you feel around him as you focus on how he feels inside of you. It’s the perfect combination of thickness and length, making you feel so full you are seeing stars.

“There, there, there…” You chant when he opens your legs further, the angle driving him incredibly deep.

“Fuck you feel so good. So warm. So hot. So fucking perfect. Your pussy feels like it was made for me. You are made for me like the perfect little angel you are, aren’t you?” He points each word with a hard thrust that rubs his ridges along your G-spot until your eyes roll back into your head and you can only moan in response. “Of course you are, I can feel you squeeze around me every time I call you angel. You like that?” You moan again, arching your hips to get him deeper (which already feels impossible). “Are you going to come for me? Are you going to be a good little angel and come around my dick?”

“Yes. Yes. YES.” The orgasm is like a tidal wave that makes you scream his name as he fucks you through it, never stopping, never slowing down.

“Good angel,” he praises when you come down.

You growl at him, something primal inside of you releasing. You push at his chest until he rolls over and you straddle his lap. He looks at you, eyes shiny with amazement as you anchor yourself on the hard concrete and start bouncing on his dick like he’s a mechanic bull, and you are in for a challenge. You can see the way his neck is tensing, his muscles tight as you chase another orgasm of your own.

But he gets there faster. He comes with a shout of your name, holding your hips as you grind down against him to catch your own release. You come around him, making a mess of you both as you become completely undone. Your cries of ecstasy mix in the chilly night as you ascend to heaven together, your souls melting as one.

You rest your head on his chest, trying to catch your breathing when your consciousness comes crashing back into your brain and you let out an amused huff. He looks down at you with an arched eyebrow, questioning. “Well… This complicates things,” you say, and he breaks down laughing.

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arabella0001 · 8 months ago

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More than just a genius

Pairing: Shikamaru Nara x Reader Anime: Naruto

Synopsis: what was supposed to be a simpe training session with Shikamaru quickly turns into something much more intense

new to smut, pls be gentle (eng not my first language)

Warnings: praise kink, teasing, rough sex, all characters are of age/aged up, dirty talk, breeding

shikamaru leaned against the wall, arms hanging loosely at his sides as his half-lidded gaze drifted over the village. The weight of boredom settled in his features, tugging his expression downward. "what a drag..." he muttered under his breath.

there was something about the way he carried himself—lazy, uninterested, yet somehow impossible to ignore. even now, you caught yourself watching him a little too long, wondering if he ever noticed.

“what’s bothering you, shikamaru?” you asked, amusement lacing your voice.

you’d seen this look a dozen times before, but it didn’t stop you from lingering near him. maybe it was habit, or maybe it was the fact that standing next to him didn’t feel like wasting time.

his eyes flicked to you, the edge of his irritation dulling just enough to let curiosity slip through.

his gaze lingered for a second longer than it needed to, drifting over your face in that quiet, thoughtful way of his—as if he was piecing something together.

"nothing much, just bored out of my mind here."

he sighed, arms crossing loosely over his chest. “a mission. training. hell, even paperwork would be better than standing around like this”

you tilted your head, lips curving into a sly smile.

"well i’m pretty bored too, want to spar with me?" your tone dipped, just enough to catch his attention, the shift was subtle, but intentional so if he caught on, he didn’t say anything. typical.

his brow arched, eyes narrowing faintly.“spar with you? what exactly are you thinking?” he asked, skepticism in his voice. still, the glimmer of curiosity was unmistakable. “and don’t think for a second i’m going to take it easy just because you’re asking nicely.”

your smile deepened. “oh, but i didn’t say you should be easy, i like it rough.”

his eyes flickered—just for a second—before he smoothed his expression, masking whatever had crossed his mind. still, that glimmer lingered, before he shifted his weight, like he was trying to brush off something he hadn’t quite placed yet.

“rough, huh?” shikamaru shifted, pushing off the wall and rolling his shoulders as he stretched his neck. “alright then. let’s see what you’re made of.”

he stepped closer, his stance easy but attentive, watching you carefully. “so, what's the first move in this 'rough' training session of yours?”

the way his gaze dipped lower, trailing briefly along your figure, didn’t go unnoticed. he caught himself quickly, but the flicker of interest remained, no matter how fast he tried to bury it.

you held his gaze, mischief dancing in your eyes. “let's start with a little taijutsu spar, shall we?” without waiting for a response, your hands began forming seals, and you lunged, aiming a swift kick at his midsection.

“whoa, slow down" shikamaru sidestepped at the last moment, his voice carrying the faintest trace of a chuckle. his sharp eyes tracked your movements, already dissecting your technique

“you don’t mess around, do you?” he mused, circling you with the ease of someone who had done this a hundred times over. then, without warning, he lunged, fist arcing toward your jaw.

you ducked, spinning to slip behind him and drove an elbow toward his shoulder blades.

“hey, watch it! that hurt more than it needed to,” he grunted, jerking slightly from the impact.

“relax, it’s just sparring,” you teased, breathless but grinning.

shikamaru exhaled sharply through his nose. “alright, alright, I get it. you want to play dirty. fine by me.” in a fluid motion, he grabbed your wrist mid-strike, twisting it just enough to throw you off balance and put your hand behind your back.

“see how you handle this,” he said, his voice dropping slightly as his grip tightened playfully.

you gasped, stumbling. “alright, alright, i give! ow! enough!” laughing, you raised your other hand in surrender.

shikamaru loosen his grip, the ghost of a smug smile tugging at his lips. “come on, that wasn’t so bad. you’re tougher than that, you can take it” he teased, but there was an edge to his voice, something lingering beneath the surface.

he leaned in just slightly, his voice dipping into something more deliberate. “but since you’re clearly not winning this fight, i guess i could cut you some slack...” his eyes lingered on yours, the weight of his gaze unmistakable.

there was something different now—more focused. his usual lazy gaze had sharpened, like he was finally seeing you in a way he hadn’t before.

you held that gaze, tilting your head. “sparring’s not the only way to pass the time… but if you need that spelled out, maybe I misjudged you." you pause for a second "i wasn’t exactly talking about sparring when i said i like it rough”

his eyebrows shot up. silence stretched for a beat, and then a slow, knowing expression spread across his face. “oh.”

his fingers brushed your wrist, the contact brief but enough to send a ripple through the space between you after he released it, he watched the spot where his hand had been, as if surprised by his own reaction. he glanced away quickly, the air shifted between you, tension thickening into something else entirely.

“guess i shouldn’t have assumed you meant sparring,” he tilts his head, studying you with renewed interest. "so, care to elaborate on what exactly you had in mind? because I have to admit, i'm rather curious now."

you let your gaze flicker over him, from his face to his lips, lingering just long enough for the message to sink in.

“you’re smart guy, shikamaru. you know what i mean.”

he watched you closely, the smirk tugging at your lips more distracting than he cared to admit. this was getting troublesome—and not in the way he minded. you caught the faint flush at the tips of his ears.

“ah, i see,” he murmurs "well, when you put it that way…" Shikamaru takes another step closer, closing the distance,he reaches out, gently cupping your chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "i think I can help you with that," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin.

the way you smiled, sharp and knowing, felt like playing shogi with an opponent too eager to win. dangerous. but he wasn’t planning to lose anytime soon.

your lips hovered mere inches apart, the anticipation thick as neither of you moved for a breathless moment. and then, slowly, he closed the distance, his mouth brushing against yours in low, intense kiss.

you moan in his mouth "fuck you taste so good" and he groans, his tongue slipping past your lips to tangle with yours as he deepens the kiss.

"you’re not so bad yourself," he mumbles against your mouth, his free hand coming up to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair.

breaking the kiss momentarily, Shikamaru gazes into your eyes, a burning intensity reflected in his own. "I need more," he confesses mutters his lips seeking you again, the space between you dissolves, and he deepens the kiss with a quiet kind of urgency, as if savoring every second rather than rushing through it.

you take his hands and put them on your ass "then take what you need" your voice soft yet laced with intent. his breath catches—barely audible—as you gently guide his hands to your ass, his fingers digging into the firm flesh instinctively.

"you really don’t make this easy," he mutters, his voice low and edged with quiet amusement as his hips press forward, the subtle movement deliberate but restrained.

shikamaru lifts you effortlessly, settling you onto a nearby table with a smooth ease, his hands firm yet unhurried. he steps between your thighs, his lips finding yours in a kiss that’s deep but measured—like he’s savoring the moment rather than rushing through it. his hands trail over you with quiet confidence, fingertips grazing over sensitive spots as if mapping every reaction, his touch precise and lingering.

breaking the kiss, he trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down the your throat, nipping and sucking at you sensitive skin. "I need you right now," he pants against your neck, his arousal straining against his pants. "do you?”

kissing him rough and grinding on him "yes, please" you kissed him roughly while grinding on him, his hands roaming eagerly over your body as he undresses you with haste. you two can't wait anymore.

"as you wish," he rasps, his own clothes falling away to reveal his toned physique. claiming your lips once more, shikamaru lifts your legs around his waist, positioning himself at your entrance. with a powerful thrust, he sheathes himself inside you, a guttural moan escaping him as your tight pussy envelops his throbbing length.

he sets a relentless pace, driving into you with primal urgency, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the air. "damn… you're unreal," shikamaru exhales sharply, his forehead resting against yours as his grip tightens around you, grounding himself in the overwhelming pull between you. his breath is uneven, each inhale laced with the quiet groan he can't suppress.

you wrap your legs tighter around him and moans loudly as he fills you completely"yes, yes, just like that! don't stop! " hearing your desperate plea, his hips snapping forward sinking deeper into the intoxicating pull between you.

"feels like you were made for this," he gasps, his breath ragged against your ear. reaching between the bodies, shikamaru finds your clit, circling the sensitive nub with his thumb as he continues to rut into you with reckless passion. the increased sensation causing your inner walls to clench around him harder.

"come on… don’t hold back.," he urges, his voice strained with impending release. "let it happen for me"

"fuck you are so hot…fuck fuck fuck i’m cumming" he feels your pussy spasming around him as you hits your climax, the rhythmic contractions pushing him closer to the edge."that's it, shit..where.... "he groans, his own orgasm building rapidly.

"in me...please....pleasse" he groans and with a few more powerful thrusts, Shikamaru buries himself nside you, his member pulsing as he erupts, flooding you with his hot seed. he collapses against you, both of you panting heavily as the aftershocks of your intense sex wash over tyou.

after a moment, shikamaru lifts his head, his dark eyes locking with yours—calm but glinting with satisfaction. a lazy smile tugs at his lips.

"damn, that was hot," he murmurs, still buried deep within your warmth. "guess we make a good team, huh?"

your chest rises and falls, still catching your breath as you chuckle softly. "yeah… wanted to do that for too long. but you didn’t take the hints. such an innocent boy."

his brows lift, and he scoffs lightly, though the faint flush creeping up his neck doesn’t escape your notice. "hey, i’m not that dense… you just caught me off guard, that's all." the corner of his mouth twitches as he leans in, fingers splayed lazily, makes it clear he's in no rush to move.

pulling back slightly, shikamaru tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips lingering to trail along your cheek. his gaze softens but never loses that familiar, calculating sharpness.

"but now that i've got you figured out," he muses, thumb grazing over your jawline, "now that i’ve got you figured out… maybe you’ll teach me a few more tricks"

you laugh, light and teasing. "oh, i feel honored to have caught you off guard—the smartest guy i know."

his expression warms at that, but there's a flicker of something softer in his eyes that he masks with his usual smirk. "well, i suppose even geniuses have their blind spots," he quips, pressing his lips to yours again, this time slower—like he's savoring every second. his arms snake around you, pulling you close until there's barely space between your bodies.

as the kiss fades, he rests his forehead against yours, exhaling quietly as if anchoring himself in the moment.

"but i'm glad you found a way to pierce through mine."

shikamaru's voice drops to that low, familiar drawl, the words laced with rare honesty. his nose brushes against yours, and he hums in quiet contentment, fingers tracing idle circles along your spine.

"what do you say we head back to my place? no rush… but i doubt you’re tired yet?" he suggests, lifting his head just enough to meet your gaze, a playful glint returning to his eyes. "i've got a feeling we're just getting started..."

his lips barely graze yours before he lowers your legs carefully to the ground, his hands lingering at your waist to steady you. you grin at his quiet attentiveness—always observant, even when his mind should be clouded.

as you both gather your clothing, the weight of his gaze is subtle but heavy with anticipation. the air hums between you, unspoken but understood.

shikamaru doesn’t rush as he buttons his shirt, but the way his eyes flick to yours now and then says enough.

yeah, you think, we're definitely just getting started.

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