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A Bad choice

Hawks x F!VillainReader Smut

Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI! Smut, manhandling, degrading names (slut, bitch) penetration, rough sex, cum eating, hair pulling, oral sex (f. and m. receiving) face sitting, very tiny bit of angst, guilt, manipulation

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi

Synopsis: Hawks feels guilty for having an affair with a villain and he comes to see you so he can end it. But turns out it ain’t that easy to give up something so perfect and addicting.

Word count: 3.4k

A.N.: This is an old WIP, which I finally had the motivation to finish.

It was almost midnight when Hawks was about to go out and end something he never should’ve started in the first place. Dressed in all black, he walked towards the window but stopped to take a look at himself from the mirror.

His usual carefree smile was gone and replaced with a serious expression, the gold of his eyes reflecting disappointment and guilt. He was no longer able to feel himself as a pro-hero as he had sunk too deep into the world of villains and that was the reason encouraging him to fly into the chilly night. 

Buildings passed by and bright lights were glowing beneath as Hawks made his way to your rundown apartment building. He knew the route by heart, having visited you hundreds of times, even when he was supposed to be patrolling. That alone was more than a reason to stop accepting that forbidden fruit you were offering. 

Soon the better side of the city switched to an area that Hawks himself could’ve ended up in if the HPSC hadn’t made him a pro-hero. He landed gracefully on the slanted roof before knocking on your skylight window and not long till you came to open it.

“Hi Hawks,” you cooed while placing your hands flat on the window sill.

“Hey Y/N,” he mumbled.

“Come on in,” you urged, turning your back on him while walking towards the couch table. 

Hawks entered your apartment and cautiously glanced at your figure, which was clad in a satin morning robe that hugged your curves perfectly. The hem of it was short enough for him to get a glimpse of your lacy panties when you bent over to pick up a glass of half-finished wine. A dryness spread in his throat for the utterly attractive sight and he tried to swallow imperceptibly as you turned around.

“What a nice surprise,” you purred, knowing he had stared at your body, “I thought I’d never see you again,” you added a little sarcastically while taking a sip from your glass. 

“Yeah,” Hawks mumbled, embarrassed as you referred to the words he said every time after being buried inside you; that this would be the last time.

Needless to say, it wasn’t more than a lie he repeated in hope that someday he’d listen to himself. You knew that, yet as he avoided your gaze, you noticed that this time something was different. 

“So.. What brings you here?“ You asked. 

Hawks turned to look at you again, “We need to stop doing this,“ he suddenly blurted out, making you tilt your head a bit. He was clearly nervous, glancing down before recollecting the rehearsed words. 

“I’m one of the top pro-heroes of this nation so there’s a lot of expectations and pressure put on me. Other pros rely on me to do my job and society trusts me to keep them safe,” he explained calmly, albeit with a certain strictness in his voice.

“People are looking up to me– little children are looking up to me. But I’m not worthy of their admiration anymore, not after everything I’ve done,” Hawks looked down and you could hear just how deeply bothered he was.

“I have to fix this, otherwise I can never look at myself in the mirror again, let alone look any of my colleagues in the eyes. And I know there might not be much I can change–” he lifted his eyes and focused them on yours.

“But you, I can stop seeing.“

You studied his serious eyes before placing the wine glass back on the couch table, “So you’re here to end this?”

“Yes. And I also should start by doing the right thing, but since I’m the corrupted pro-hero here, I’m not gonna arrest you– he started, noting the way you turned your sharp eyes at him, ”But if I ever see you again after this, I will.”

His threat wasn’t enough to falter your composure as you now turned to fully face him with your arms folded. Having been involved with Hawks for some time, you knew a lot of his personal things, including his true status as a HPSC spy. Such information allows you to approach the issue from another angle.

So barely narrowing your eyes, you tilted your head, “Do you know why you’re feeling the way you are?”

Hawks blinked, having not expected you to ask such a question. Nevertheless he didn’t even try to comment on something that was beyond his comprehension and instead waited for you to elaborate. 

“So you got your hands dirty with the League, one of the worst villains this country has seen in ages. You’ve assassinated dangerous villains and even corrupted pro-heroes, who the Safety Commission deemed as inconveniences, capable of disrupting the illusion of perfect heroes–” you explained, not taking your eyes off of him.

“But that’s what you’re supposed to do as their trained weapon.” 

Your remark resonated within Hawks so he listened to your credible and assertive voice continue.  

“You can’t refuse those orders because they are decisions made by your superiors and that’s why those wrongs are never supposed to be on your conscience,” you added while taking a few steps closer to him, the serious look on your features softening a little. 

“You are a good guy, Hawks. We both know that if it was up to you, you would’ve left all of those things undone.”

He could feel the burden in his heart lightening for you were right. If he ever would have had any say, he would’ve chosen differently. Though realizing that wasn’t still quite enough to erase his guilt as something still gnawed at him and he didn’t know what it was. Luckily you did. 

“Now, I know what you really feel the most guilty about. And that’s me,” you said, drawing his momentarily faltering attention back to you. 

“Why do you say that?” 

“You said it yourself. What you’re doing with me is the only thing you can control, which means that fucking me is your own choice. Now that you know that, you have a chance to make things right.”

In a way it was a lot to internalise for Hawks so he stared at you indecisively. If he would leave now and never return, his conscience would mostly be purified. But what made him waver was that even if you were the only taint in his reputation, why should it matter since no one knew about your affair.

It should’ve been an easy decision yet he hesitated. And it didn’t help that your eyes gained a mischievous glint and your lips formed a wicked smile before slowly starting to advance him. 

“But if you really think about it.. is what we’re doing such a bad thing after all?“ You asked. Hawks didn’t respond, instead he tensed up at your changed demeanor, acknowledging the seducing swing of your hips and the power it had over him. 

“I mean.. Everyone’s bound to make mistakes. No matter how good or untainted someone seems, everyone will make poor choices and wrong decisions,” you pointed out while invading his personal space.

“So since you’re eventually gonna do something bad anyway.. Why not let it be me?“ You purred, placing your hands against his chest and using your index finger to draw circles in the exposed part of it. 

Hawks gulped. No matter how much he tried to fight himself, he couldn’t deny that your words made sense. You were just a little mistake he repeated every once in a while and that was totally humane. It’d be unreasonable for anyone to demand him to be flawless. 

Suddenly an alarm started screaming in his head that this was exactly what you do; mess with his mind. Sure, you were only speaking the truth, but even so if you’d manage to lure him into your bed, it’d still be wrong. 

His features turned darker, the golden hue of his eyes glowing ominously while his pupils turned into slits. Like informing you that he knew what kind of game you were playing and he wasn’t gonna let you get away with it without repercussions.

But you only chuckled, knowing that his hostility was always a sign for being a few words away from tearing your clothes apart, “You wanna punish me, hero..?” You cooed.

“Don’t fucking tempt me,“ he growled. 

“For all of your life you have taken orders from others. So why don’t you for this once, Hawks, follow your own desires–” slowly, you leaned in to bring your lips close to his ear, “..And make a bad choice.”

That was all it took for Hawks to throw his resolution out the window and shut the reason within his head. He grabbed your throat and violently backed you towards the couch before shoving you down on it. You gasped in excitement, the impact of your body slamming on the couch causing the wine glass to fall from the table and shatter into pieces. But Hawks couldn’t care less as he was impatient to take his jacket off before getting on top of you.  

Provoked by your horny grin, he grabbed your jaw and kissed you fiercely. It was dirty, sensual. The way his tongue instantly intruded your mouth and started rubbing against yours. Sloppy and hot, saliva dripping down the side of your mouth while your hands impatiently tore each other’s clothes off. 

His hand tugged down your panties while pulling away from you, “Take these fucking things off,” he snarled. As you were completely naked under him, he brought his fingers into his mouth, wetting them before sneaking them in between your legs. 

Your sultry moan was like a charm he needed to hear as he pushed his fingers inside you. Feeling the soaked walls of your pussy, he turned his glare at you. 

“You’re this fucking wet already?” He asked with a despising tone, yet at the same his cock twitched in anticipation. 

You showed him a toothy grin like a siren revealing her true intentions, “I can’t help it. It’s such a turn on to corrupt everyone’s favorite Wing Hero,” you purred. 

“You fucking slut,” Hawks growled while unbuckling his belt, bringing his lips on your neck, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin of it. Your hand flew into his wild hair, fingers running through the golden locks while the other one helped him lower his pants and free his aching cock. You spread your legs wider as he pulled away from your neck. 

“I’ll give you what you want,” he panted, adjusting his position and lining his cock with your tight entrance. You were panting, eyes half-lidded as you placed your hands on his ass.

”Yeah, shove it in me,” you whined desperately with want and as the head of his cock sank inside you, a lascivious smile twisted your face and your eyes rolled in the back of your head. Hawks gritted his teeth as your wet walls were so silky, wrapping around him so fucking good. 

He started slamming into you hard, earning loud moans from you after each thrust. Your hands slid under his shirt, nails scratching his muscular back and leaving trails all over. You folded your leg around him, wanting him, needing all of him. 

He panted in pleasure, mind disappearing into another dimension as he was completely lost and uncaring about the things that had bothered him earlier. All that mattered was your sweet, irresistible pussy wrapped around him and the need to use it to get himself off. 

It was dirty, shameless and nothing was there to hold neither of you back. That’s why you were the only one who could give it to him the way he needed. If he was gonna betray himself and his beliefs, it might as well be with someone who let him do whatever he wanted. 

And you did. You could let him cum all over your pretty face, tits, pussy, you name it and he wouldn’t have to worry about your feelings, honor or any other insignificant shit. He could bend you over the nearest counter and fuck your pretty cunt from behind, grip your hair and make you scream, but your eyes would roll in your head and your tongue would loll out since it was only pure pleasure you felt. You could take anything. You could take him and all of what was him, including his dark side, which he had to keep hidden from everyone else. 

It was hours you spent fucking. Right now you had taken things to the bedroom and you were currently sitting on his face, grinding yourself on his tongue. His arms were hooked over your parted thighs and his tongue was flicking your sensitive clit. 

Your hands were placed flat against the wall as you supported your figure and moved yourself, your eyes hazy and tongue hanging out, you were lost in the pleasure and about to cum. 

“Aww shit, Hawks..! I’m fucking cuming..!” You moaned, throwing your head back and continuing to move your hips. Your desperate cries made his cock twitch against his toned stomach as he continued to swirl his tongue around your clit, adding more pressure to make you reach your high. 

You cried out, walls clenching around nothing as pleasure washed over you in steady waves. Breathy pants passed your lips as you now lifted yourself off of him to collapse on the bed. 

Hawks was catching his breath before wiping your slick from his face with the back of his hand. He wasn’t done so while you were gulping for air, he got up on his knees and grabbed your ankles. Forcefully pulling you closer to himself, you squealed in surprise before coming in contact with his dark eyes. 

“You think we’re fucking done?” He asked and you showed him a twisted grin.

“Oh no sir, never,” you panted, ready to obey any command given to you.

“On your hands and knees. Hurry the fuck up,” he urged and you wasted no time to get on all fours. Arching your back, you spread your legs a little to give him a perfect sight of your pussy.

Hawks inhaled deeply, chest heaving from arousal as he brought his hand to your ass cheek. Squeezing it, his thumb pressed the soft skin hard enough so your puffy folds spread a little, showing your glistening slit. His cock throbbed almost painfully, aching as if demanding for friction.

He grabbed his hard length, lewdly giving a few slaps on your swollen lips before pressing the head of it against your sweet hole. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as your wet, inner lips molded perfectly around him. 

Placing his hands on your hips, his grip on them was bruising, unforgiving as he began ramming his cock inside you. Your face distorted in pleasure, brows furrowed in bliss as Hawks pounded into you, every once in a while giving your ass a harsh slap.

A thin sheen of sweat covered your bodies as they moved in heat, his grunts and your moans echoing across the walls. Skin slapping against skin in an obscene manner, leaving no doubt for any prying ears of what you were doing. 

A tiny drop of sweat trailed down Hawks’s temple to his jaw while he kept thrusting into you relentlessly, observing how his slick-coated cock moved in and out of your pussy. Hard slams causing squelching sounds so shameless and foul, your fingers curled into the sheets, eyes half-lidded with pleasure written all over your features.

Hawks leaned his form over your smaller one, his hand palming your breasts, thumbs sweeping past your peaked nipples. His weight forced you face down on the mattress with your cheek pressing against it. 

He grabbed your wrists and twisted your arms behind your back, holding onto them before picking up the pace. He gritted his teeth in both pleasure and the drunkening power he had over your pliant body. You were his property and whether he wanted to go gently on you or absolutely batter your pussy, you were completely on board with it. 

Desperate moans kept tumbling down your parted lips, your hair a mess with strands all over your face. Suddenly Hawks brough his hand over your mouth, forcing his middle- and ring finger inside. He didn’t even have to command when you already closed your lips and sucked his digits, swirling your tongue around them as if you were sucking dick. Drool leaked down the side of your mouth, on the sheets as your vision was blurry with pleasure. 

Hawks was starting to near his umpteenth orgasm and he slammed inside you harder, balls slapping against your abused pussy. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he grasped a chunk of your hair while his other hand gripped your hip. 

Noting his rough gestures, you knew he was getting close, “Nnh.. Where do you wanna cum..?” You moaned. 

Hawks hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether he should empty his balls inside you or just shoot his load on your back. But then he stopped and pulled out of your heat. You glanced over your shoulder to see him getting on his feet beside the bed.

“Get down on your knees and fucking suck me off,” he huffed and you immediately moved yourself down on your knees before him. A hungry smile spread on your face as you grabbed his erection and wrapped your lips around it. Starting to bob your head back and forth, your moans sent pleasurable vibrations as you enjoyed the taste of yourself on his cock.

Hawks shut his eyes and leaned his head back, both of his hands tangling up in your hair as he forced himself deeper into your throat. He moved your head on his cock as he was so close that nothing could stop him from getting his rightful release. 

“Fuck.. I’m gonna cum on your fucking face now..!” He groaned and as he let go of your hair, you pulled your head back with a wet pop, keeping your mouth open and stroking him into his orgasm. A loud grunt escaped his gritted teeth as he spilled his load all over your pretty face and tongue. You swallowed what drops of his seeds had landed on your tongue while some of it dripped down your naked breasts. 

Hawks panted loudly from relief and as he lowered his gaze on you, you showed him an unashamed smile while using your index finger to wipe some of his sperm from your chest. Then bringing it up into your mouth, your eyes were locked intensively as you licked your finger clean. 

“You really are a dirty bitch,” he sighed contently, using the word he could never say to any other woman.

You licked your lips seductively and placed your hands on your knees, leaning forward a little, “You want more?”

“Fuck yeah.”

***

It was almost small hours and the moans in your dark bedroom had quieted down. 

Hawks was now sitting on the edge of the bed, naked and with an impassive look on his handsome face. Slowly, he glanced over his shoulder at your figure that was sound asleep. Covers were tangled up around your naked body and you looked so peaceful even though only moments ago you had engaged in such a dirty and lecherous act. 

Hawks blinked, his lips twitching and he turned his gaze back, thinking that unlike him, you had no reason to feel any guilt or shame. There were no morals or obligations to bind your desires, therefore you were free to do whatever you wanted. A bittersweet thought in a way. 

Nevertheless, he got up and went to pick up his clothes that had been scattered over the floor in the heat of the moment. He dressed himself as if nothing had happened before flying back into the night. 

When he arrived home, he was about to take off his jacket, but stopped to take a look at himself from the mirror. Though his reflection hadn’t changed much, he was indeed barely able to look at himself now. His guilt, shame and disappointment had only increased, but still there was a little part of him that had actually been satisfied. 

He was torn. Once again you had managed to entice him, but as strong emotions drilled into his insides, he didn’t know whether to lie to himself that there would be no next time, or just accept the fact that to him you’ll always be a hard drug without a chance of rehab.

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A Friend in Need

Shigaraki x F!Reader x Dabi Series

Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI! Abduction, cursing, fear, manhandling, suggestive themes, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving) penetration, creampie

DISCLAIMER: Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi

Synopsis: Shigaraki has an online friend, you, whom he has a crush on, but due to his inexperience with girls, he's too insecure to express his feelings for you. Luckily Shigaraki has a friend like Dabi who's ready to help even when not asked to and with illegal ways. He's also willing to show Shigaraki how to please a woman

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 (smut)

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I wanna write a fanfic...

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how gorgeous is Choso !!!

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do you have any choso fic recommendations because oh man,, Choso's expressions and his misery make me feel so shy

your gojo fic recommendations were 10/10 absolutely loved them so I look forward to hearing about what your fav fics are! <3

I'm literally throwing up admitting this but.. I have not read many Choso fics lately. He's my newest wife and I work a lot so I haven't had much time to read much of anything.

I have recently added these to my library for later consumption but I can't really say how they are. (As soon as I have some recs, I'll post them I promise 🥺)

𖤐 Starry Night by ahhsuna

𖤐 Into Your Heart by notvil

𖤐 Peach Cobbler by Rodidor

And a couple of my own because I'm fucking full of myself

𖤐 Sucking Souls by Me

𖤐 799 CHERRIES by Me

𖤐 Digital Teardrop by Me

I have a thing for masturbating Choso I can't help myself and ofc these are all 18+ because I'm a sinner 😭😭

Hope you like these!

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His little slayer

Kokushibo x fem reader smut!

Summary: following your mission, you managed to run into the demon you were sent to look for. Only it seemed to be the upper moon one, kokushibo, who seemed to have started his heat.

Warnings: (Dark content) 18+ noncon turn to dubcon, fingering, rough fucking, readers face down ass up type way . Creampie, reader gets called 'little slayer' as a nickname but is in fact of age!!

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Kokushibo couldn't help but clench his teeth as a growl erupted from his throat. The demon was stalking throughout the dark deep forest. Trying to steady his breathing as it had begun to grow irregular for some unknown reason. His chest feeling as though it were closing in. He wasn't sure what exactly the cause of it was. But whatever it was, was beginning to get on his last nerve. Not to mention the fact his body felt as though it was on fire, it also didn't help him that none of his concentration breathing seemed to have been helping him improve as well. He even tried to walk underneath a waterfall to see it could help cool his body temperature for god's sake! Even that was all but a failure in the end.

Yes. He was sure that he was at his wits end.

He was absolutely furious. His hand soon found its way towards the handle of his Katana. He couldn't help but grip it tightly in frustration. He was getting sick of this feeling. Why was his body acting this way all of a sudden?! He only hoped that he wouldn't run into those pathetic excuses of the demon slayer corpse. Or maybe he did. As he'd only end up using them for his relief as he tore them to shreds. Soaking in their screams of pain and agony as he tore into their flesh, ripping them apart. Piece. By. Piece.

His ears soon heard the sounds of quick and somewhat silent footsteps quickly making their way towards him. And from the scent that came from then. He could immediately tell it was a human. He guessed his prayers were somewhat heard. He thought at the familiar sound of a sword being drawn.

Taking out his own, he was quick and easy to deflect the person's attack. With a swipe of his katana, the unknown attacker was easily swung back and thrown to the floor. Though, with a quick grunt they were quick to leap onto their feet once more. Kokushibo paused for a moment until the dust that flew up in the air soon faded revealing his attacker.

It was in fact a demon slayer, but not just any one. It was a female one at that. He huffed in annoyance. "You've made the wrong decision… In choosing to fight me.. Little slayer." You couldn't help but shiver when hearing the demon's voice. It was deep and honestly, a bit intimidating. And it didn't help that you finally had noticed the kanji engraving in his eyes.

Uppermoon one…

The strongest out of the twelve kizuki. You were sure to be doomed if you went onwards from here. The feeling of sweat of uneasiness fell from your forehead but nonetheless, you gripped your handle tighter. Even if you knew you would be killed in the process. You would try your best to slay him, it was your duty as a demon slayer after all.

Seeing how you took a stance, Kokushibo only hummed. He'd make sure to be quick and get rid of you. He would usually humor them, make it look like they had a chance up against him. But in the end, all their efforts were pointless as he'd just slash them with a quick swing of his Katana. Ending their life's right then and there. But tonight was different. His whole entire body was defining him and what he wanted. Which meant that he held little to no patience at all.

But maybe after dealing with you. He could finally try and calm himself with whatever was happening in the beginning. Seeing that you were the first to take charge, kokushibo was quick to block your attack. Not too long after, he also swung his own sword.

Soon all that was heard around the both of you were the sounds of your katanas clashing against one another. That and your grunts as you tried your very best to dodge every attack he swung your way. You and he both were surprised that you'd managed to live as long as you had now. Even if you were now covered with cuts from the attacks he did manage to land on you. All the while kokushibo stood tall with little to no damage on him. Through, he'd just regenerate if he had been hit.

With one final swing you had just barely managed to dodge it but was completely taken off guard by a strong kick that was sent towards your stomach. With a forced cough you were soon forced back making you lose your grip on your katana.

You fell with a grunt as you slid onto the ground. You could only pant as you had grown too tired. You were no match for him, that much kokushibo could tell. But he did applaud that you managed to fight as long as you had. Even if you weren't a hashira. At most you were a kinoto.

"You've managed to survive this long… not many do…I applaud you for that." He spoke out. He continued to watch as you tried to lift yourself up from the ground. God, you looked absolutely pathetic. He couldn't help but think as you tried to crawl your way over towards where your katana layed.

Making his way over towards you, kokushibo soon stood over your body. Lifting up his left leg, he placed it on your back forcing the top part of your body to the floor. You grunted from the force as you still tried your best to reach for your katana. "You fighting is futile… just accept that your life will end…by my hands. " he muttered.

Pressing more of his weight down on you, you couldn't help but grunt in pain as you were being pushed further into the ground. You had to get out of this! You soon began to shuffle every which way you could, trying to release his grip on you. "Let me… go!" You shouted in a growl.

Kokushibo couldn't help but look down on you in amusement. You reminded him of a small and helpless little animal that was about to be devoured by its prey. So weak and defenseless. He kept his gaze on you, enjoying the way you struggled beneath him. His gaze soon stopped on your bottom that was still well in the air swaying side to side as your arms had a firm grip to the floor as you tried to lift yourself from the ground.

Kokushibo couldn't help but notice how his eyes seemed to have been fixated on your action. The way your hips moved as though it were in a taunting manner. He didn't notice how he removed his leg from your back. Or how his hands had moved unsubconsciously lifted themselves until they were firmly grasping onto your ass causing your body to tense and jolt upward in surprise.

"H-hey! What the hell do you think you're doing!" You shouted towards him with a growl. Kokushibo only ignored your shouting as his thumbs began to rub against your ass causing you to freeze in place. Kokushibo also felt his own body heat rise up more than before. Only this time almost growing unbearable. Not to mention how he felt his blood shot through him and directly down towards his groin. And it also didn't help him with the fact that you seemed to have been wearing a skirt than pants like other slayers would have. Honestly, what was up with that?

'Shit', kokushibo thought, his teeth gritting against one another in annoyance. As your skirt had hiked up a tad bit, giving him a little more view on what was underneath. His body seemed to have reacted to it. He knew exactly what was going on. He didn't know how it could have possibly slipped past his mind.

The demon was in heat.

Kokushibo always made sure to keep the thought in mind. He'd always plan ahead to take care of these kinds of things before it escalated too quickly. So how did it manage to pass him this time? He huffed, it didn't matter now. Now that he finally knew what was wrong with him. He knew exactly what to do in order to relieve himself from it all. And who was it that was going to help him through it as well.

"Here's what is going to happen." He mumbled while lifting up one of his hands that held his weapon only to slam his Katana down to the ground as it dangerously landed far too close to your neck forcing you to freeze and listen."You will allow me… kokushibo, upper moon one of the twelve kizuki… to use your cunt as I so please...to help relieve me from my heat". His… heat? You were in deep thought, you thought you had heard of demons going in heat before. But it was rather strange if you had been honest about it. You also thought it was just some joke some slayers of the corpse made up. Guess you were wrong-

His grip on your ass tightened, you gasped when feeling his sharp nails begin to sink into your soft flesh. That and the fact that something hard began to poke your bottom as well- "And in return.. I will allow you to live. " Kokushibo bent over his body to loom over yours. "How does that sound… little slayer" he purred.

You crunched your nose in disgust. A groan was torn from his throat when feeling your ass began to move, managing to rub against his groin as you tried to release yourself from his grip. "Like hell! Get the fuck off me! As if I'd let a demon such as yourself have their way with me! " you hissed towards him. All while the more eager to get him to let you go.

Though, it only triggered him to buck his hip forward making you jolt forward from the force and being able to feel more of his erection. You couldn't help feel your face heat up when feeling just how large it was. God, this was bad. This was very very bad! -

"Shame, you didn't have much of a choice…" He chuckled down towards you. His hand that was once on his Katana was brought back to your ass. With a tight grip, he pulled you back on to his bulge making you gasp- "I was going to fuck you anyways… you only get to decide whether…you lived of not. " he added as he began to slowly grind himself against you causing you to yelp at feeling more of him.

"But do not worry… " he muttered as his right hand slowly began to move its way under your skirt and towards your core. "I'll make sure to pleasure you as well… just before I kill you." Your legs immediately tried to close on themselves to try and prevent him from reaching further. This only made him huff in announce as he kneeled to the ground. His thighs forcing their way between your legs forcing them to spread themselves wider like before.

"Didn't I tell you before… " he growled as he slightly bent forward allowing his chest to press against your back to keep you in place. All while two of his fingers began to lightly graze themselves against your covered lips making you whimper. "You fighting me is futile. Just give in… Won't you? " he huffed into your ear as he grasped onto your underwear. Giving a rough tug, he managed to rip it off from you, making you gasp at the force.

Lifting the two fingers that were against your core. He brought them up against his lips before allowing his tongue to lap around them, coating them with his saliva. Once he deemed that it was enough to use as lubricant he brought them back down to your quivering lips before carefully sliding them into your opening making you gasp. "H-hey- w-wait a minute! " you clenched your eyes shut when feeling him slowly drag his fingers out only push them back in. "I told you before… just give in" he grunted before nuzzling his face into the back of your neck just before lightly nipping at the area.

Your eyes squeezed tighter while you gritted your teeth in a scowl. One of your hands immediately went down to try and force him to stop, all while the other tried its best to keep your body up. But it was no use when your body began to tremble at the feeling of his fingers stretching, opening your walls wider. "W-what do you think you're- doing! " you cried out. Kokushibo only hummed, "I'm only preparing you of course… I'm quite large and wish to not… break you this early on. "

"Well, stop it! " you hissed your hand finally being able to grasp onto his wrist. "Why? Your body seems to be finally reacting to my advances properly. " you bit your lip to try and hide a groan as you felt his fingers pump themselves deeper into your entrance. God as much as you hated it. He was right. You couldn't deny it as you felt yourself growing wetter as he kept thrusting his fingers into you. And by god did it feel good too. But it wasn't like you'd ever let him know that. You let out a Yelp at the feeling of his hand twisting in a new angle, this allowing his thumb to brush against your clit. Your grip on him tightened in anticipation.

A whine tore out of your lips when his thumb began to slowly make circles against your bud. "Not to mention it sounds like you…my little slayer.. Are beginning to enjoy this as well. " he cooed as he continued to toy with you. You turned your head as best as you could to give him a glare. "Like hell! As if you could ever make me e- enjoy- OH GOD! " You were cut off by his pace beginning to pick up speed making the hand that held on to him fell to better hold yourself up. And your head went limp and as a whine was being torn from your lips. Kokushibo's eyes squinted in delight, enjoying the control he seemed to have on your body.

"Oh really?" He began as you covered your mouth to try and hide anymore noises coming out of you. Your eyes began to roll in pleasure at the feeling of him curling his fingers. "Because it seems to me… your body is telling me otherwise" your hand began to muffle your quiet moans as you shut your eyes closed to focus on holding yourself together. Your breath hitching at the feeling of a building pressure beginning to form. "And by the way you're clenching on my fingers alone… I'd say you're close to coming undone… are you not, little slayer? " he asked in a whisper, his body still bent slightly as his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. His warm breath caused your back to arch and your cheeks burning up as he placed a firm kiss just near below your jaw. God, the way he spoke was driving you insane.

"Fuck.. You- AH! " you shouted as his thumb that still circled against your clit swiped it one final time before you felt your climax come crashing down. "Oh fuck! '' You cried out, your hand that covered your mouth slammed onto the ground, your body shaking from your sudden release. Kokushibo only chuckled at this, his fingers still pumping inside of your now dripping cunt. "It seems as though… I was right." He purred as he felt your arousal begin to drip down his hand. He gave your now swollen bub one final brush making you shutter until he finally pulled himself off you, a whine leaving you as his fingers also finally withdrew from you as well.

Kokushibo couldn't help but stare down at you. You seemed to be in a panting mess, trying to catch your breath. Your legs still slightly shaking from your orgasm. Humming, he hiked up your skirt higher now fully showing your name ass to him. He even managed to notice how some of your own slik slowly slid down against the inner of your thighs. Your hole clamping against nothing at the sudden loss of his fingers that were in you moments before. He couldn't wait any longer at the feeling of him growing harder.

Releasing you from his hold, he hastily began to remove his kimono off him as his body heat grew to extreme to his liking. His hands immediately fell to his silk belt from his hakama pants. Undoing the tie, he tossed it carelessly to the side, soon after sliding his pants down just enough to free his length. You who was still trying to get a hold of yourself together, didn't seem to notice him lining himself to your entrance until you felt his left hand fall against your ass check as he began to give it a light massage and the way his tip began to rub itself against your slik puffed lips making your gasp.

"I'm going to put it in now. " he warned you as he continued to lubricate the crown of his cock against your slit. Your eyes widened, your face heating up more from embarrassment at his words and at the feeling just how large he was. "W-wait Wait! T-there's no way you're going to make that fit! " you cried out. He huffed as he got himself more comfortable behind you. "Believe me when I say, it will… I'll force it if I have to anyway." He growled, slowly beginning to push his hips forward allowing his length to finally push inside of your hole. Your eyes feeling like they were bulging out at the feeling of him stretching you open making you whimper as tears began to form and fall down your face. All while kokushibo groaned at the feeling of your walls clamping down against him as they tried adjusting to his length. Loving how you were soaking from your previous orgasm allowing him to easily push himself through.

"See-" he grunted out as he slowly pulled his length out half way before pushing it in once more, stuffing you full- "it fit in perfectly… almost as if you were practically made for me in fact. " he teased as he rolled his hips before continued to have his way with. You on the other hand were a quivering mess. You didn't even have the energy to curse at him. Not when he was pushing his large cock into your quivering cunt. Your face flushing from hearing the sinful sounds coming from both your bodies as he thrusted himself in. Not to mention how you began to become more vocal to it as well.

You bite back a moan at the feeling of his tip brushing against your sensitive spot. He must have taken a noticed as he smirked. "Oh? Did I hit something? " he grunted, his thrusting pace begining to pick up. "By the way your clenching against me… I think I did. " he taunted with a Huff. You turned your head to glare at him. "Shut- Ah! Shut up! " you whined your face warm with embarrassment, moaning as he grabbed your ass in a firm hold and slamming himself into you hitting the exact same spot making your eyes roll.

"Ah fuck! " you mewled out in half pain as his grip on you was to harsh and in pleasure at him hitting all the right places making you grip the grass below you. Kokushinbo only let out a grunt at the feeling of your heat tighten on his cock. He didn't remember the last time he ever felt this good during his heat. Looking down to you, his eyes half lidded as he was to caught up in his own pleasure. Looking down he couldn't help but enjoy how your body seemed to jolt with every hard thrust of his hips. He began to rub his thumbs against your ass massaging it, loving hearing how hard you'd try to hide your moans from him.

It was clear to him that you were indeed enjoying yourself. With the way he'd notice how you'd try covering your mouth to hold in those cute little moans. Or the way your legs would tremble with every harsh thrust, not to mention how utterly wet you've become making an absolute mess on him. Your cunt gripping onto him wanting more of him. And lucky for you. He'd glad do just that.

Letting go of your ass with his right hand. He let it glid down your body enjoying the way how it made you shiver. Placing his palm on the center of your back, he gave you a firm push sending your body further to the ground. "Stay like this for me… won't you? " he asked making you shiver at how low and seductive his voice sounded. His hand returning to your ass. You mufflled a moan, your back arching at the feeling of him going slightly deeper into you. God, you'd have been lying if you said you weren't beginning to enjoy it. As much as it pissed you off as a demon of all things were making you feel this way. He was making you feel the best you'd ever had with anyone you were with before.

Your eyes widened with shock as a cry tore from you when feeling him thrust deep into you. Your fingers digging themselves into the floor below you as you could feel him push his way further, his tip just kissing your cervix. "My god! " you cried in utter bliss. Not being able to contain your moans any longer as you continued to cry, your head laying on the floor. Not even caring of getting your uniform dirty anymore dirty than it already was from both your previous fight. Even going as far as spreading your legs further apart to allow him more room. Not to mention how you also pushed yourself against him showing signs of wanting more of him.

Kokushibo groaned at this. His eyes closing tightly until opening one of his six eyes to stare down to your quivering body. He couldn't help but smirk, " You know… " he began lowering his voice. His body leaning over, allowing you to feel how muscular he was to lay against your back. One of his arms resting beside you to keep him up while the other was kept on your ass keeping you secured." By the sounds coming out of your mouth… I'd say you were actually enjoying this. " withdrawing his hips back, be pulled himself out your soaking wet pussy with just the crown of his cock still in. Whimpering at the loss feeling of his dick in you. Lifting your ass to push more of him back in, you whined when his grip on your ass kept you in place making him chuckle.

"To think, a demon. The very thing you swore onyour life to slay…is making you moan this sinfully. " he breathed heavily just against the shell of your ear making you tremble. A gasp leaving past your lips as he thrusted his whole length deep into you making you cry out. He angled his hips making sure to thrust deeply into you making you moan and cry below him, soft cries begging for more. "Are you enjoying yourself…my little slayer?" He purred just beside you letting his breath tickle your ear. You nodded your head, moaning as he began to nip at your it. "Use your words slayer. " he growled, his rough callous hand giving you a harsh slap on your ass making your jolt and nod more frantically, "y-yes! God yes! It feels amazing! " you managed to rasp out fat tears rolling down your cheeks at a familiar tight knot beginning to form.

Kokushibo immediately took note of this as he felt your walls begin to flutter against him. "Is the little slayer about to come again? " he taunted fucking your a bit harder. But with the way you tilted your head against him and a moan being ripped out from you. Leaving him to assume you didn't mind. "Don't worry, I am as well. " he grunted, the feeling over his own orgasm coming soon as well this making you cry out more.

He began to give you kisses against your skin. Sometimes even allowing some of your skin into his mouth as he sucked on it harshly making sure to leave a mark. "Won't you moan my name little slayer? " he breathed against your ear once more making you shutter. "Come on little slayer… moan my name out. I know you, know it. " he coached his hips beginning to stutter. "Moan it as you make a pretty mess with your cum on my cock" this seemingly to make the knot in you snap.

"K-kokushibo~! " you mewled while finally Cumming onto his cock that was still being pumped into your now soaking pussy. "That's a good little- little slayer" he growled against you making you moan. "That's a good girl. " he panted as he gave you a few more thrust before one hard and powerful thrust causing him to groan and your back to arch in a moan at the feeling of him realising his own seed in you. Your eyes rolled at the feeling of him filling you up making your mouth fall open and a loud moan come out before your head fell to the ground in a panting mess. Kokushibo gave a few more thrusts before allowing himself to take a breath before lifting himself off you all while letting go of your ass and finally withdrawing his cock out of your dripping hole. This causing your body to fall limp onto the floor leaving you still trying to catch your breath.

"Well, that was most enjoyable now was it. " he huffed as he stood up and began dressing himself. You only having the strength to give him a side eye. "Will… will you kill me now like you said you would" you managed to whisper out, but nonetheless catching kokushibo's ears. He gave you a glance. You were panting, eyes half open as you grew to exhausted, and your legs slightly twitching every few minutes.

He hummed deep in thought, he had said he'd kill you wouldn't he? His gaze was locked into your quivering and most likely now sweaty body. Though, you had made him felt ways he hadn't before with another. And if something like this were to happen again. He wouldn't mind using you once more. "I won't kill you-" he began, turning to you fully as he started to make his way to you. Standing in front of you, he squatted while reaching a hand out to take a strand of your hair.

"But, I do have two options for you. " he said as he began to play with your hair. "You either come with me. I will make sure no demons would ever come near or harm you…You will be sheltered, clothed and fed…All while allowing me to take you when my heat or any time I wish. " your eyes widened hearing this. Was he… was he actually serious?! He let go and raised a finger to lay against his lips "that- or have your fellow slayers such as yourself find you like this, all beat and used by a demon…I'm sure you'll have a very fun time explaining how you allow a demon… the strongest of the kizuki nonetheless to have its way with you… you chose little slayer… what will it be? " he hummed.

You were left frozen. You'd either stay with this demon. One who's lived how ever many years on this earth, who's taken who knows how many lives of innocents. And all while allowing him to have his way with you whenever he pleaded? Was he insane?!

But then, you thought of his other option. He was right. How were you going to explain to the corpse members how you layed with a demon? Sure it might pass as he was clearly stronger than yourself. An upperank of all, you were no hashira. There were absolutely no way you'd kept up with them. But even then, you also know how they'd also look down on you. Call you the one who'd allow a demon to have its way with them. No one would ever look at you the same. No one would ever respect you the same.

Looking back to him, your eyes wandered his body. His kimono yet to be put on allowing your eyes to wander. Your face heated up, now that you had a better glance at him. He was a rather attractive one if you had been honest. He looked to be a male somewhere within his late twenty's. His chest was rather toned as well. If he stated to take 'care' of you. You honestly began to not mind at the thought. Even if that did technically meant that you'd be going against the corpse. Oh what the hell-

"I'll… I'll leave with you. " you panted your eyes struggling to stay open before closing. You heard him chuchle, hearing some shuffling. You felt yourself being lifted into the air what felt like muscular arms wrap themselves around you. "That's a very well choice. " kokushibo chuckled walking away with his things in his other hand. Pressing a kiss against Your head that was resting against his bare chest.

"Let's leave to your new home… my pretty little slayer"

[hoe4him]

For @oklolnoty

Down the Rabbit Hole - Five Chapters - 20k words - Yandere Shigaraki Tomura x Rabbit Quirk Female Reader

Chapter Navigation: 1|2|3|4|5 🐇 Ao3 Mirror

Rating: 18+ readers only - Minors DNI

Whole story TW: Noncon, yandere with kidnapping, severe quirk based discrimination, binge drinking, canon typical threats of violence (reader directed), canon typical death (nonreader directed), oral (give/receive), PnV (doggie), breeding, and expensive designer clothing everywhere.

Chapter 3: Choice - 4.1k words

TW: Oral (giving), mentions of quirk discrimination, non-con in entertainment media, and sexual harassment

At exactly 1:56 PM, you turned the corner from the main street onto a wide, concrete alley. Low, overcast ceilings hovered down around tall, glossy buildings. Vermillion hues, a product of human smog more than mother nature, washed the bottom of the clouds. From below the eaves of a grey high rise, a pair of narrow eyes, the same color as the sky, glared at you.

Shigaraki kicked off the hard wall, scratching his neck. “Aren’t you supposed to say something like: ‘Sorry, did I keep you waiting?’”

You hiked your bow-studded messenger back over your shoulder and sauntered to his side. Wrapping your hands around his arm, you smirked at him. “Why? I’m not sorry and I didn’t keep you waiting.”

Tomura stiffened. “What are you doing?!” 

Huh… That reaction? At his age? Guess his mentor sent him to the hostess bar for a good reason.

You clamped down on him and sneered. “It’s 13°C and I’m in yoga pants. Shut up and be grateful for the view.”

Shigaraki’s gaze raked over your outfit. Tactically unzipped to the perfect level, the oversized hoodie gaped open to reveal a grey, ribbed tank almost as touchable as your ears. Its plunging neckline promised more cleavage than it delivered but the way it hugged your tits more than made up for the tease. The yoga pants in question smoothed your thighs and butt into sculpted perfection. Chunky, black sneakers with rhinestone accents added a girlish kick to the casual clothing. Taking a page from Lola Bunny, you wrapped your lop ears high on your head in a velvet bow.

“Hot, right?" you taunted. "It's too bad the club has a formal dress code. I think I causal-up really cute."

He scoffed.

You tugged his arm. "Third floor. Come on."

You dragged your date across the bland, grimey tile and past the money exchange service. A short ride up the cramped elevator carried you to the third floor. The bright, blue and red sign proclaimed “24 hours/365 days a year”. Beyond fingerprint-pocked glass doors lay the hidden depths of “MyStyle Manga Cafe”. You strolled in and dug your membership card out of your bag. 

“I have a reservation for the VIP flatbed pair suite.”

The balding middle age manager scanned your card before handing you a ticket. “Room ten, just next to the copier. Payment is due when you leave.”

You nodded, tugging your victim's arm. Cherry flavored lips brushed against his ear. “I got the one with the locking door. It costs a little more, but you don’t mind paying for the upgrade, right, Tomura?"

Your date inhaled as if he’d been shot in the leg. 

Oh. This was going to be fun.

Only about eight steps from the check-in desk, room ten was a cramped space, barely big enough for two adults. You flopped onto the thick, black floor pads and shoved the foam-stuffed pillow chair aside. The lock clicked from behind. New weight shifted the mat beside you. You rifled through your bag, humming the “item get” tune from Zelda as you produced a cheap USB drive. Within seconds, a pop colored menu burst to life on the computer screen.

“Animal Attraction: Tails of Love!” five different girls cried out from the crackling speakers.

Red eyes narrowed. “What is that?”

“You wanted the real me, right? Today, extra special for your royal pain-in-my-tail, I’m giving you the side I don’t show clients.” You held out a pair of cheap, padded headphones to him and flashed him a crooked smile. “Chase the cat girl, and I will claw your eyes out.”

A few hours later, a fluffy, white haired girl with blazing red eyes and tall rabbit ears stood at the back of an empty lecture hall. She picked at the heart shaped buttons of her pink sundress, refusing to look the player in the eye.

‘The truth is… the professor makes me feel uncomfortable,’ she explained, shifting nervously in her strappy sandals.' ‘Why? Did he do something?’ the player replied. She shook her head. ‘No. Not really. I mean, maybe I’m just imagining it but it just feels wrong. It makes my hair prickle and my stomach hurt when I’m around him.’ Fat tears welled at her pale lash line. ‘He asked me to go to his office hours today to discuss my grades but I... I just… I don’t know. I can’t put it into words.”

Choice:

Calm down. You’re just imagining things.

Your grades are fine, right? Just skip the office hours.

If he makes you uncomfortable, I’ll go with you.

Tomura clicked option 3.

‘Oh no!’ she protested. ‘He hasn’t done anything. I swear.’ Chewing her soft lips, she began to shake. She forced a smile. ‘Anyway, I’m sure I’m just being stupid. I’m sorry to have worried you over nothing.’  As she turned to bolt, the player grabbed her arm. 'Don’t say that about yourself! You’re not stupid!' Hard teeth bit quivering lips. Her nostrils flared. All at once her beautiful face contorted into pure pain. The camera panned high. A detailed CG filled the screen. Crumpled into her thighs, the heroine wailed at the top of her lungs.  ‘I know I’m not! Everyone thinks I am just because I’m a bunny girl!’ she shrieked, grabbing at her ears. ‘I’m so sick of it. Day in, day out it’s ‘Smile for me sweetie. You’re so much prettier when you smile’ and ‘wow… isn’t a bachelor’s degree kinda hard for you?’ and ‘You want to join our club? No problem. Why don’t you grab us some drinks and you can sit here so everyone can see you?’' Twin fists slammed hard against the tile. ‘I’M A PERSON, NOT A MASCOT.’ The player kneeled beside her, their hand hovering for a moment before they pulled it away. “That sounds rough.” ‘It is rough,’ she agreed, fumbling for her abandoned purse. The player held out their hand towel. ‘Here.’ Watery eyes stared up at the player.  ‘Look,’ the player continued. ‘You really aren’t stupid. If you say something is wrong then something is wrong. Even if you don’t want me to come, don’t go by yourself.’ She took the towel with a bright smile and shook her head. ‘No. I want you.’ Red eyes slipped shut as she buried her nose in the terry cloth. ‘I trust you, Tomura.’

Beside you on the floor, the real Tomura sneered. “100% guarantee the professor is a perv.”

You hummed, resting your head on his shoulder. 

His body went rigid.

“Something wrong?”

He coughed, tilting his legs so that his lap remained hidden. “It’s a pretty lame plot device. She should just drop-kick him through a window. Problem solved.”

You clicked your tongue. “It’s not that easy. She’s a senior in college and he manages her internship. If she makes him mad, her chances for getting a reference go up in flames.”

Boney fingers raked his neck. “That’s a load of crap.”

“But realistic,” you argued with a finger wag. “Despite being an indie project, the game got really good reviews specifically because the bunny girl route was such a realistic portrayal of sexual harassment.” A dark shadow filled your face. “Though there were some complaints.”

“Such as?”

Your eye twitched. “Apparently, the bad end wasn’t bad enough. If the player tells her to calm down, she quits school and leaves town, never to contact them again. Several reviewers insisted the professor should have on-camera raped her to really drive the point home that sexual harassment is bad.”

“...so they wanted to watch her get raped so they could whine about how rape is bad?”

“Yup,” you explained, flipping down onto the mat.

“That’s stupid.”

You laughed. “I know, right?! You need to just own your kink at that point! Don’t pretend you don’t like it just to feel morally superior.” 

“You wrote this, didn’t you?”

“Oh no, no, no. I wrote AND coded it.” You slapped the computer and pointed to your head. “There’s more than good hair between these ears.”

“Good hair or good hare?”

“Hares are not the same as rabbits,” you reminded him.

Tomura snorted. “Okay. Okay. I got it.”

“You better!” You shoved his shoulder. “I have no interest in stupid guys.”

He stared down his nose at you. “So why play dumb yourself?”

“No matter what they claim, people have expectations based on appearances,” you muttered with a frown. “A hostess is selling a fantasy. Turns out customers don’t fantasize about smart bunny babes.”

“They should.”

You flashed him a coy grin. “Are you saying I’m not so boring now?”

He scoffed and turned his head, but you caught the pink tinge at the tip of his ears. You hummed knowingly. He scowled and pointed at the screen.

“Why even work as a hostess if you can do this? Was the pay crap or something?”

"No one wanted me."

Tomura raised a peeling brow. "Huh?"

"Well, not for my brains anyway," you huffed, crossing your arms. "One look at my bunny ears and suddenly everything on my resume might as well have read, 'S class whore'. Women whispered behind my back and men kept staring at my tits. No one bothered to hear what I had to say."

Tomura glanced back at the screen. Shining with tears, the bunny girl in the game peered at him from above her declaration of affection. His eyes rolled back to you. "So when did you make the game?"

"College, during my internship." You scowled. "Didn't go so well in the end either."

"The professor?"

You shook your head. "Two 'friends'. One kept demanding I write stuff about heat cycles in the bunny girl route to 'spice it up'. Bunnies don't have heat cycles. They have receptive periods. I tried to explain and he told me I was just being nit picky."

"Receptive periods?"

"Bunnies and cats are induced ovulators, meaning mating causes ovulation. Cats go through a period where they are super horny called a heat. They'd bang anything," you explained, jabbing a finger at the screen. "Female bunnies just become more tolerant of mating for a few days a month called a receptive period. They don’t crave it. It's totally different!"

"And outside that period they claw your eyes out?" he teased.

"Google it if you're so curious."

"So what happened with the other 'friend'?"

“He backed me… At least until I told he figured out I wasn’t just a pussy-machine that you put kindness coins in until it dispensed sex. Then he sided with the other guy.” You pulled your knees to your chin. “I don’t like shallow guys like that, so it wasn’t much of a loss.”

Dry lips pinched into a thin line. 

A mischievous glint sparked in your eye. “Aw… not going to ask me what type of guy I do like?”

He scratched his neck, turning back to the game. 

“Now who’s boring,” you muttered, pressing your cheek to his boney shoulder.

Mechanically, Tomura tapped through the dialogue line by line until the two characters reached the professor’s office. The love interest knocked twice and fixed her companion with a nervous smile before slipping inside. Listening at the door, the player was privy to only half the words shared between the two.

“...concerned for you… Your grades are...” “...doing my best!” “...under a lot of stress.”

Chapped lips quirked into a cruel smile. “Bad flag.”

“Professor! What are you doing!” “...calm down. Just let me—” “No!” THUD.

Tomura whistled. “That escalated quickly.”

You winced at the choices. “This is one of the parts where we got into a debate about the ‘true ending’.”

Choice:

Open the door

Make some noise

Leave. This is not your job.

He tapped the quick save in the top corner. “Two arbitrary choices and an obvious bad end? Pretty typical to me.” He clicked the first option.

The door knob refused to budge.

He save-scummed and clicked the second option.

No one inside the room heard a word.

“Oh.”

You crossed your arms. “The other developers thought the best way to win her heart was to go all ‘hero to the rescue’. However, if you were to do that, she won’t get a reference for a job.” 

Red eyes shifted from you to the screen. With two taps, he quick-loaded the choice again. “Don’t be heroic, huh?” He sneered. “I like it.” 

Tomura tapped the last box. 

The player headed down the hallway, and around the corner. One screen shake later, they found themselves face first in the Dean of Students’ chest. Armed with an authority figure and a set of skeleton keys, the player returned to the scene of the crime. “You lead me on, you little slut!” “No! I swear I didn’t—” “You want to pass this class, right?” “Please don’t!” “Shut up and just—” The Dean shoved his keys into the lock before throwing open the door. “What on earth is going on here?!” Within seconds, the love interest threw herself into the player’s chest. “T-Tomura. I’m so glad you’re here!”

“Work smarter, not harder,” you cheered.

“Chcc…” Brittle nails raked his scabbed neck as he clicked into the next scene. 

Down a long, winding side street, the player walked their love interest back to her home. When they reached the gate, she paused for a moment, digging her toe into the chipping sidewalk. Orange light streamed through the fluffy purple clouds. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, glancing at the player from under long lashes.  "You walked me so far just so I wouldn't be scared." A warm flush flittered over her button nose. "Would you… would you like to come in for a snack before you go home?"

Choice:

I'm not hungry.

Sure.

A manicured hand slapped Tomura on the back so hard he jolted forward. Your claws pointed to the second choice as you cheered. "GET SOME, PLAYER!"

Tomura stuck his pinky in his ear, jiggling it to clear out the ringing noise. "Could you be a little more loud?!" he muttered, selecting the latter option.

You hummed and rolled your eyes.

On screen, the player followed their love interest up a short flight of stairs to a violently feminine bedroom. Pink polka dots and chubby cartoon carrots splattered the bedspread like some sort of kawaii-pox. Impractically sheer curtains provided no privacy from the tall windows. Taking a seat on the heart-studded floor cushions, the player listened as nervous rambling poured from their love interest’s lips. “—could get you some tea if you want? You know, like green tea? You like green tea right? Oh, wait, you might prefer barley… Do you? I don’t know if I have barley but I could go get some really quick from the convenience stor— er… oh… but that’d be rude to leave you alone since there isn’t anyone here right now.” She flushed pink from head to toe, furiously waving her hands. “Not that I planned it like that or anything! I mean… well… maybe I did but it wasn’t for that reason, I swear! I just have something to tell you and it was too embarrassing to say in front of people. Oh crap! No wait! No! I mean, I’m not embarrassed by you or anything! I-I’m just not confident in myself!” She melted into her palms, steam pouring from her ears. “Ohmigosh what am I even saying?!” Confused silence was her only reply. A low thumping vibrated from the speakers. The girl quickly gripped her long leg, forcing it to stop tapping the ground. Red eyes looked everywhere but on the screen. Glossy lips trembled. “I… I’m in love with you!” she blurted out, clipping the old speakers.

Choice:

I love you too

I prefer cat girls

The mouse hovered over the second option for a moment. 

“You’re horrible!” you laughed, elbowing him in the rib.

He sneered at you before clicking the first line.

“Tomura… Can I… Could I kiss you?”

A gentle pop smack popped from the speakers.

“M-maybe… just one more?”

Small tongue clicks matched with a well timed lip bite, kept the IRL Tomura’s eyes glued to the screen.You reached for your purse.

“One more?” she begged, her voice raspy with need.

Tomura shifted, tugging at his pants. The back of your hand grazed his thigh. He didn’t budge. Satisfaction filled your stomach. You leaned in for the kill.

On screen, an erotic CG filled the screen complete with a covert cleavage shot and animated drool pooling at the corner of plush lips. Wet sucking noises split the needy whining. “Ah… Tomura… I feel so hot.”

“Ah… Tomura… I feel so hot.”

Your prey jolted as dual bunny girls echoed in his ears. His head snapped to you. You smirked at him and cupped his thigh. 

His breath hitched. 

Peering at him from below your lashes, you shuffled to your knees.

“What—” he gulped, leaning away “—are you doing?”

Your moist tongue flicked out, tasting your cherry lip balm. “That depends.”

Red eyes flashed to your lips. “On what?”

You chuckled, angling your chest until your top gaped open. Manicured nails dragged down bare skin into the valley between your breasts. “How much do you want?”

“How much of what?”

A fake, high pitched giggle rapidly devolved into a sensual sigh. Your lips grazed his ear. Warm breath tickled his cheek. “Of the truth?”

The mouse hit the floor mat with a soft pap.

“Like all truths, there’s a pretty part and an ugly part.” Walking your fingers up his thigh, you pressed onward with your tease. “The pretty part is I always wanted to try something like this with my boyfriend.” With a nod to the computer screen, you nuzzled baby blue locks from the edge of his jaw. “But of all the guys I’ve dated, you're the only one I know is nasty enough to be down for it.”

You snapped the button on his jeans open. He groaned.

“Neh. Tomura. You know that hostesses can get fired if they sleep with their clients, right?” 

His zipper fell. Your hand slipped below his elastic band. Warm sweat beaded in the pile of wiry, pale curls. You combed lower. Something firm jumped at your touch.

“After all, men pay for the chase. If they catch you, they have no reason to come back. No club wants a hostess that loses clients.”

Tomura’s eyes lulled into his lids as you wormed your way down the shaft. More on instinct than rationale, he leaned into the cushion behind him and arched his hips. Little by little you wiggled him loose from the confines of stretch denim and into the cool air. Musky arousal left a sticky trail up your palm.

“But the ugly truth is I don’t want you to come back. You cause too much trouble, crusty boy.”

Crinkling foil caused his eyes to drift open. You wagged the pink rubber in front of his face, before lowering it to his weeping, red head. Gripping his thigh for balance, you leaned down and wrapped your mouth over the strawberry flavored plastic. You tongued it down his shaft. He gasped.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Tomura.”

He squinted down at you through watery eyes.

With a smirk, you nodded to the screen. “Keep going.”

Click.

“T-tomura… Ah! Wait! When you touch me like that I—!”

Keeping your lips tucked over your teeth, you teased down with pressure, making him fight you just enough to squeeze into your mouth. One hand cupped his shaft as your fingers made a firm ring. The other slipped lower, gently threading his balls between your rolling digits. 

He moaned, closing his eyes. 

You popped off his cock, giving him a long stroke. “Keep going.”

Click.

“Ah… Your tongue! Hah… so wet. **gulp** It’s so different from when I— ngnn!”

You tugged his shirt and caught his gaze. Your tongue fanned wide, taking a languid taste of artificial strawberry. Saliva pooled at the tip before dripping onto him. With rapt attention, he watched the droplet wind its way between every crease of the condom. When it bulged over the rolled rim, his cock throbbed against your mouth.

Click.

“—feels so hot.”

You plunged down over his length, sucking in your cheeks.

Click.

“M-my brain is kinda… ahhhhh… mu-shy…”

Angling him for mid-throat, you pressed on until coarse hair tickled your nose.

Click.

“Just like that! Ohmigosh Tomura I need—”

Who knew crusty boy was packing a good cock? Not some hentai-worthy pussy destroyer or anything but the curve would have been nice to ride. Too bad the girth made your jaw ache. 

Click.

“Tomura. Oh, Tomura. Right there! Please. Hah. S-so close.”

She wasn’t the only one. Half of Tomura’s hand clamped down on your skull. Sharp nails pricked your scalp as he curled most of his fingers into your hair. Insistent tugs set a punishing pace. Your neck burned. Salty snot dripped from your nose. A stream of garbled cuss words slipped from his lips.

Click.

“—gonna! Mmmm gonna—!”

As the screen flashed white, Tomura stuffed you into his crotch. His swollen head pressed hard into your tender throat. You gagged. He groaned. Cum-filled condom ballooned at the back of your tongue. You jerked your head to the side, trying to free yourself.

He ripped his hand away. “Don’t do that!” he snapped.

Hacking into your fist, you glared at him. “Then d-coughcough-n’t choke me, moron!”

Beady eyes narrowed. He grabbed your shoulder and wrapped his legs around your thigh. The world flipped. Your head collided with the hard mat. Vision spinning, you coughed again through painful tears. Tomura snatched up the torn wrapper, dangling it over your chest.

“Watch,” he commanded.

One at a time, he brought his fingers down onto the pink foil. After four exaggerated pinches, nothing appeared to change. You opened your mouth to tell him off just as all five fingers touched the packet. All at once, dry ash fluttered through the air. Your heart slammed against your ribs.

Welp, that explained why he seemed so touch starved.

“Understand now?!” His hard fist smacked  the padding beside your head. “I could have killed you, idiot!”

Between a tight throat and breathless lungs, no words could escape. Ice snaked through your veins. For the first time in a long time, terror rippled across your skin like a shock from a cattle prod. You swallowed, sniffing back tears.

With a deep breath, Tomura rolled off of you and shuffled away. He picked at the drooping plastic like a child picks at bell peppers. Cracking lips pouted. “How do I get this thing off?”

“O-oh…” You shoved off the mat and kneeled beside him. “Here. Let me—”

When your hand bumped his, every hair on your body prickled.

He pulled his arm away and averted his gaze. “Whatever. Don’t force yourself.

You grunted before lunging for his lap. One hand caught his jaw. The other circled his now drooping cock. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before turning him to watch.

“Not uh. Not until you understand.”

Centimeter by centimeter, you carefully dragged the condom free. Your fingers brushed his weeping tip. It jumped from the contact. The hand on his face trailed down his chest, following every dip until it bumped its twin. Three deft twists and a tight knot secured the payload. You swung it back and forth from your fingers and fixed him with a sultry grin.

“Don’t tell a professional how to do her job,” you warned. 

Tossing the condom over your shoulder, you wrenched his face to yours and locked him in a blazing kiss. His eyes bulged. Your knee slipped between his as your tongue dove through his defenses. Nip after nip, you coaxed him into your clutches. 

A low groan vibrated from his chest. His hands slid up your hips.The hair on your neck prickled. You ignored it, pressing slow, sensual affections deep into his skin. A whiff of your perfume slipped by your nose. Something twitched against your pants. Your toothy grin pricked his chapped lips. 

Got him.

Careful to peel away rather than pull, you scooped up your bag and the evidence of your little ploy. Through heaving pants, he shot you a pointed look. You nodded to the computer clock. It read a quarter to nine.

“I have another arrangement at nine thirty, so I have to get dressed. Make sure you clear out by midnight or they’ll charge you extra.” You nudged his now swollen cock with the tip of your toe. He shivered. Manicured nails clacked on the door handle. “Hope the rest of your night is less boring—” You flashed him a wink. “—Tomura. ❤”

You swung your hips and strutted away.

Violent curses chased you down the hall.

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[hoe4him]

My man my mannnn

😒😒😒

[hoe4him]

In love with thisss 💞💓

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→ 799 CHERRIES + Choso never misses a stream from his favorite camgirl.

CONTENT WARNINGS + afab reader, smut, mature language, explicit adult content, masturbation (m & f), sex show, paying for sex acts, virtual sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal squirting, fantasizing, simp Choso, I'll add more as I think of them. Available on ao3.

This is heavily inspired by @jujuyii 's current pinned post. I KEEP STARRING AT IT AND I DON'T KNOW WHYYYYY I THINK THIS WOMAN HAS ME HYPNOTIZED (ty for letting me write this 💓)

This is not proofread and I got really excited so I wrote it kinda fast.

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It’s pitch black in his bedroom and he lives in his apartment alone and all but, still, he feels shame creep over his skin. It always takes him some time to shake the sensation that there are eyes on him. Choso huffs as his phone stops displaying the little pink circle, indicating that it’s still loading, and suddenly a pretty girl with chocolate skin and a skimpy pink bikini is being displayed on his cellphone. It’s live. She’s live. Choso curses under his breath. 

“Hi, everyone!” You beam, thanking your views for tuning into your steam on time. You spend some time watching the subscribers enter the stream and give a few more to come in before you stand up from your chair. Your frame fits in front of the character, giving him a full view of the slutty outfit you’ve picked out for tonight’s show. You stare at the comments flooding in and read everyone you can, never letting your smile drop through the good and bad ones. Thousands of fans have made it into the chat by now. “What’s got you guys so excited tonight? Are you that happy to see me?” When you sit back down, you twirl a long finger in your hair. Soon enough, he’s too worked up. Your pretty ebony body has him reaching into his boxers and pulling his cock out before you’ve even started doing anything. 

He can’t help himself. Choso bites the edge of his t-shirt between his teeth to keep it out of his way, tasting the sweat that clings to the fabric. His abs flex with excretion, hand working its way up and down his throbbing shaft. He finds the strength to take his hand off his cock, still holding his cellphone with his other hand, and press his fat thumb to the screen. He hit the pretty pink button that says ‘send cherries’ and is sure to send you a few hundred; something that’ll get your attention. 

“Thank you guys for all the gifts.” Your tone grows bored and you look down at the chat - seemingly annoyed that you’re not getting everything you want. Choso can’t help but want to give you everything you ask for. Just ask, he thinks. That’s all you have to do. He’s made the mistake of viewing you as his girlfriend more than once, ready for him to provide for you and keep you looking pretty. “But you know…” Oh, Choso knows. “If you guys want these panties off, I’m gonna need another K.” The teasing in your voice is so telling. He groans, fisting his cock tighter. Choso has to stave off the orgasm that he wants to have prematurely. Fuck, more people need to tip you so he can cum. Just picturing the creamy folds hidden under the soft hot pink fabric, white cum on black skin - “Oh.” He whimpers, lip quivering and thoughts getting carried away. 

He watches your every move, as the rest of your subscribers and viewers must be, and doesn’t dare miss the moment that your polished fingertips dip past the waistband of the thong - teasing those stupid simps of yours and provoking the tips into coming in more rapidly. All it took was four fucking seconds of touching your inner thigh to go up by 299 more. That bank account is getting fat. “Don’t disappoint me, daddies. You wanna see how wet I’ve already gotten?” You grin, teasing never ceasing and Choso’s dick is red and angry - ready to burst. 

The chat floods with comments and replies of people begging each other to send you more cherries. You’re annoyed that it’s taking so long. So is he. The moment you reach your quota and spread your pretty pussy lips on camera is so close. He’s so close. Fuck it, Choso huffs as he strokes himself and moans into the fabric of his shirt. He can’t wait anymore. He'll just figure out what he’s going to do about his rent later. Choso slows his hand a bit and swipes his thumb in the same manner as before, sending you 799 more cherries. More hard-earned money out of his pockets. You lean your chest further into the camera and let your pretty brown eyes scan the notifications in the chat of the livestream. “Oh wow!” You squeal. Choso groans. “Thank you, Choso!” You address him and flash a smile, jumping up and down a bit and causing your nearly bare tits to jiggle in the wake of your actions. “You guys are the sweetest ever!” That glossed smile turns sultry. “And I think you’ve earned exactly what you guys want so badly.” He groans impatiently as you take your time, removing your bralet. Soon enough your perky tits are free and your brown nipples are erect after being exposed to the cold air. A comment pops up in the chat and catches your eye. “Play with your pretty nipples, baby.” Accompanied by a hundred cherries. Why not? You feel yourself getting turned on as your fingers move up to pinch them according to his command. You lick your thumb and forefinger on both hands and swirl the wet digits on the sensitive buds. “Oh.” You moan out, not entirely putting on a show anymore. “Feels so good.” You moan out. “So good!” The chat speeds up, comments, compliments, tips, the works and Choso is so happy that he found your stream all that time ago so he can bear witness to your beautiful body getting paid for over and over again almost every night. You’re really a dream and the best part about you is that you know exactly that. Your confidence is beyond sexy. You know exactly why you drive these men insane. 

He doesn’t slow his hand, finger swiping over the leaking tip every time his palm makes its way up to the top of his cock and, soon enough, everyone gets their wish because your hand gathers in the thin strip of fabric that's keeping your pussy from being exposed in front of the camera and his eyes train on your figure (seeing every inch you move). You lift your hips gently in the chair to pull the thong past your knees and discard it to the floor, no longer visible. And, you weren’t lying. Your cunt has turned to a sopping mess over the course of this live, so mouth-watering. Would absolutely sell his soul for a taste of you.The walls are thin in his place so he has to muffle the scream that rips through his throat in his shirt once again. 

You angle the view of your camera a bit and aim it directly over the glistening lips, full body still in view so your subs can still watch your face contorted in pleasure while your fingers ease across the lips with familiarity. The familiarity that you touch yourself with is so telling. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment and invisons you lying in bed (your real bed, not the one in your streaming room) touching your pretty pussy and stretching yourself open with your pretty long nails, wincing and moaning. "Should I put something in it?" You grin, full teeth and fingers already spreading the fat folds open for a view of your pink core. "How bad do you want me to?" Your voice drops a bit, almost like a shy whisper and Choso has to hold himself back from roaring at the submissiveness. 

The tips begin rolling in as if your viewers are begging you to put your slender fingers inside of yourself. You grow by another 440 cherries and eases one long index finger into your dripping pussy. “Oh,” You whine. Your pretty voice goes straight to his dick. He would give anything to be the one playing with those soft folds, the one making your voice climb in pitch. You’d be his prettiest toy. Choso would dedicate every bit of himself to servicing you, really. Anything he’s got. Anything he can do. Anything you want. At least 200 more cherries come in and that’s when you really start working your cunt. Two fingers are buried deep inside, causing squelching sounds to bounce off the walls you’re surrounded by. You throw your head back and cock your legs up in the chair. Dings and cute little sounds come from your computer as you lose yourself to the sensations of the way you touch your body. Completely unprompted, your hand wanders up to your left tit, pinching the erect bud as you did before. “She’s so perfect.” Choso huffs, feeling himself getting closer to his well-earned peak. 

Your lips part to form a small O shape. You’re clearly reaching yours too. You’re so beautiful that he can’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from the screen, away from this body that he craves so much. The chat is begging you to squirt live for them but you ignore every word and focus on pleasing yourself. “G-gonna cum.” You cry out, enticing rapid comments to pop up in your chat window. “You’re gonna make me cum.” He forgets for a moment that you’re streaming to tens of thousands of men that all want you just as bad as he does and imagines that you’re talking to him. It’s not long before he’s fucking his fist, hips bouncing off the mattress and causing it to squeak under his weight. Choso whines as he finishes himself off, cum shooting up to land on his pretty tear-stained face. He lets out whine after whine, seeing white beyond his phone screen. 

And when you cum, you cum loud - hands shooting up to fill your moaning mouth with your slick fingers and allowing your other hand to stroke your clit. You give everyone their wish and let your pussy gush on screen. Spurts of your juices land wherever they may and when you feel yourself spent, he watches as you breath heavily, legs still spread lazily in the chair. The cherries don’t stop flooding in, even as you just lay there in your streaming chair, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm. For a few solid minutes, all he can do is let is cock go limp on his constricting abs and watch you breath out in order to recover. This is only the beginning of your show and he’s sure you’re about to make him cum just as hard as many times as he can afford to pay you to.

[hoe4him]

I would do anything for this man~

Tension

𓂅 𓄹 Summary: Miguel walks in on you late at night doing something unexpected, which makes things really awkward afterwards…

𓂅 𓄹 Pairing: Miguel O’hara x spider-woman!reader

𓂅 𓄹 Warnings: 18+!!!. Dark Miguel. Pining. Increasing sexual tension. Masturbation. Oral sex. Breeding kink. Creampie. Cumplay. Size kink. Fangs. This is very filthy… you’ve been warned.

𓂅 𓄹 Words: 3k

In the dark of night your thoughts were your own.

You had absolute freedom to indulge in your desires and quenching that thirst that had been consuming you as of late.

A deep sigh left your left as one hand slid inside your panties, seeking to offer a much needed comfort. Your eyes were glued shut and in the dark of your mind, you had a blank canvas to paint an erotic scenario that would be effective.

His face came up first as the pad of your fingers began circling your swollen clit.

How you wished it could be his long and slender fingers instead.

Red eyes watching you intently as he slowly but surely built up your orgasm.

Wet sounds began to fill your ears as two fingers entered your soaked pussy. A sudden gasp left your parted lips as your mind tried its best to keep the illusion alive.

Your fingers were promptly replaced with his. Back arched and heat quickly spreading across your entire body almost snapped you out of it, but had become quite accustomed to this late night endeavour.

In your mind, Miguel O’hara was a pleaser when it came to intimacy. All his walls would crumble at the prospect of bringing pleasure to his partner.

There was nothing you could do about this.

You craved him more than anything.

More than anyone.

In your mind, he would go for a third finger, just so he could properly prepare you to take all of him.

“Fuck…” you moaned as you pictured him struggling to make it fit.

Your walls clenched around your fingers wishing it would be his cock instead. That bulge left nothing to the imagination. He had to be well endowed.

Soon enough, your mind had you see a flash of his fangs.

Miguel was a predator.

And, in your mind, he would not shy away from baring them as a clear sign of control.

“Miguel…” his name rolled out of your tongue too easily. “Miguel… please…”

Your other hand came to fondle one breast through your shirt wishing it would be him instead.

“Migueeeel, squad 239 is ready for briefing.”

That voice…

Your eyes snapped open as your senses detected someone else in the room. Before you could fully process what was going on, your instincts kicked in and you grabbed your webshooters from the nightstand, ejecting twin strings of solid web at the tall figure in the dark.

Two thin flashes of red and orange tore through air, effectively tearing the webstrings to pieces.

“I’ll be right there.”

You audibly gasped, removing your soaked hand from your underwear.

Miguel O’hara.

You let out a shriek, hurrying yourself to pull the covers up to your neck, preserving some of your modesty… or what was left of it.

Lyla’s hologram turned to face you. “Oh? Are you okay?”

You could only nod, not trusting yourself to speak any words.

“What did you do to her, Miguel?”

The eyes on his eyes narrowed. “Lyla…”

She ignored him. “Want me to check your vitals?”

“No!” you immediately panicked.

“Lyla,” Miguel’s stern voice was heard again.

The obnoxious assistant appeared next to you in a heartbeat and you were blinded by her orange beam as she scanned you.

“Pupils fully dilated, heart rate at 123 beats per minute, temperature rising, respiratory rate at 20 breaths per minute…” she tapped her chin pensively. “Did you just run a marathon?”

Before you could come up with a ridiculous lie, Miguel intervened. “Lyla, that’s enough. Inform them I’ll be right there.”

She adjusted her pink glasses. “Ooookay!” she chirped before disappearing.

Miguel was fully covered in his suit, his mask hiding whatever thoughts he might have on what he had just witnessed.

It felt like hours as he stood there in silence, facing you.

Fuck.

He had definitely heard you…

“Miguel…”

You thought you saw him take a step towards you, but maybe your vision was betraying you as he turned around instead, and jumped through the open window.

Flashes of his red webbing tore through the night sky like lightning.

Your travel watch suddenly beeped on your wrist, alerting you to catch some sleep.

Out of sheer frustration you ripped it off and threw it across the room with such force that it hit a wall crumbled into pieces.

“You look absolutely terrible, girl.”

“Thanks, Jess.”

Jessica Drew had been a good mentor to you ever since you first joined eight months ago, so you gave her a pass.

The cafeteria was buzzing with the early morning commotion of a few spiders getting some breakfast.

She kept eyeing you with interest. “Rough night?”

“I guess,” you mumbled, before bringing the spider-man themed glass to your lips and taking a sip.

“Because of Miguel?”

You nearly choked on the orange juice, sending a spray across the table that Jess easily avoided.

“W-what?” you stuttered panic came crashing in like a wave. “Miguel?”

Did she know?

She arched an eyebrow. “I mean… he’s been kinda pushy lately, so it adds to the stress.”

Relief poured down on you and you sank into your chair. “Oh, yeah, yeah…”

“I think it’s time he settles, you know?” she carried on, rubbing and staring at her belly with adoration. “Having a family might help him more than he thinks.”

Last night, this topic might have come in handy as a new unlocked fantasy of yours: having Miguel O’hara’s children.

But today, the mention of him at all had your stomach doing somersaults.

“Heeeeey!”

You jumped in your seat and your heart skipped a couple of beats.

“Lyla, you need to stop popping up like that. You’re gonna scare someone to death one day.”

“I do this all the time witn Miguel just to annoy him,” she beamed happily as she started hovering closer to you. “He wants to see you.”

“Speak of the devil…” Jess drawled out with a yawn, taking a bite off an apple.

“Me? Me?” You felt your life drain from your body in that moment.

Lyla nodded. “He can’t get a hold of you through your comlink.”

Oops… the dimensional travel watch that you had smashed to pieces a couple of hours ago.

“Huh… left it at home,” you quickly said. “I think it’s malfunctioning or… something…”

“You should have that fixed soon,” Jessica chimed in.

“Yeah…”

Lyla was staring at you with with an ear-to-ear smile. “Can I tell him you’re on your way?”

“Oh… now?”

“He’s in a terrible mood, so try to be quick.”

Fuck.

“I have stuff to do… can this wait?”

Lyla’s smile didn’t falter. “I wouldn’t keep him waiting if I were you.”

You felt like throwing up, the events of last night replaying in your head like a broken record. He had surely heard you moan his name multiple times. It was obvious he was now ready to confront you about it and probably send you back home never to return.

“Fine…” you mumbled in defeat.

You parted ways with Jessica and started making your way though the busy streets to reach HQ.

As you landed swiftly onto a nearby bridge that led to the elevator, you threw a look a the tall building in front of you, dreading going inside.

“I’m sorry!” you automatically said as you bumped into someone.

“You look awful,” came Hobie’s voice from behind you.

You waved your hand dismissively, keeping your pace, but Gwen suddenly showed up at your side. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Why?” You tried your best to sound convincing with a forced smile.

Hobie was now in front of you, hands shoved in pockets, guitar hanging from his back and inquisitive eyes on you. “Bad mission?”

“Nah,” you sighed as you entered the elevator nearby that would lead you straight to HQ and your early demise. “Just on my way to see Miguel.”

Gwen offered you an understanding look while Hobie merely shrugged. “Yeah, that explains it. Terrible aura that bloke has.”

You pushed the button that would bring you to the top floor and as the doors were sliding shut you saw Hobie saluting you. “Give him hell, kid!”

Easier said than done, but you were thankful for the brief distraction and gave him a heartfelt smile.

You stepped out and into the long corridor that led to his chamber.

By the time you reached the entrance, Miguel’s platform had already began descending.

In its usual torturing pace.

“Hi, Miguel!” you waved enthusiastically as if you weren’t about to go through the humiliation of your life. “Sleep well?”

You cringed at the ridiculous attempt at small talk.

Deafening silence filled the room until the platform had finally come to a stop.

He turned to face you as the multiple screens behind him flashed with different images and text.

“You look… tense,” you added as he stepped down in your direction.

“This is about last night,” he started, red eyes fixed on yours.

Fuck. This was it. You were backed into a corner. There was no way out now.

“Miguel… I can expl—”

“Where are your mission logs?” he quickly cut you off.

Your eyes widened . “What?”

He now had a finger pointed at you, his face drawing near. “You were supposed to register the logs of your mission with Pavitr last night, remember?”

Oh.

“We came in late and…” you were rubbing the back of your head and chuckling throughout in a miserable attempt to lighten the mood. “You know! Headed back to my place and… huh…” your words faltered momentarily. “… I-I… got distracted.”

“Clearly.”

Your heart clenched at his remark.

Miguel kept eyeing you as if expecting you to go on, but you couldn’t bring yourself to work through the humiliation of having the subject of your innermost desires confronting you about it.

Just as you were about to change the topic, he quickly turned his broad back to you, bringing his hands to move files around in front of him, archiving some and swiping through otheres.

You managed to catch a quick glimpse of a few ones of his daughter that he promptly closed.

“You need to start taking this seriously,” he went on, pulling out footage from all around Nueva York. “Where’s your travel watch?”

At this point, you started to wonder if he had actually heard anything. Maybe you hadn’t been that loud. Maybe he had arrived just as Lyla’s hologram showed up. Maybe all this worry was for nothing.

“Huh… it’s… not working properly,” you managed to say as your mouth went dry.

“You need that fixed.”

“Yeah, I’ll bring it to tech later today.”

Miguel’s head turned to face you. “I created it. I’ll fix it.”

Panic spread inside you like wildfire. “Oh! No-no! It’s fine. Really. Can’t you just give me a new one?”

In a blink of an eye, he was already facing you again, towering dangerously close. “Do you have it with you?”

You shook your head, too scared to breathe.

“Then let’s go to your apartment.”

“Why?”

His face was so close you felt as if he’d swallow you with his red eyes. “Time is valuable. Don’t waste mine.”

This was definitely an overkill. As grateful as you were that he would personally try to fix your watch, you soon realised you had put your foot in your mouth.

And as the two of you made your way out of HQ and to your place, you couldn’t push away the feeling that something was… off.

Miguel seemed on edge.

Maybe it was just your paranoia, but he seemed tense. Well, more than usual, that is.

The rest of the trip — through immense crouds of various spiders to web-swinging — was done in utmost silence until you reached your destination.

“Lyla?” he called out all of a sudden.

The tiny hologram popped up instantaneously. “Yes, boss?”

“Pause your live updates, unless it’s an emergency.”

“You gotta say the magic word first.”

Miguel growled. “What word?”

She had a devious look on her face as her heart-shapped glasses slid down to the tip of her nose.

He sighed. “Please.”

Lyla snapped her fingers with a smile. “Not so hard, was it?”

The hologram vanished just as you were about to unlock the front door with the fingerprint scanner. You walked in first, grateful that you had left the apartment in a presentable state, safe for a few books and shirts scattered all around.

Miguel just stood there.

“Hmm… I’ll go get… it…”

You hurried inside your bedroom, trying to pick all the tiny pieces of the deceased watch that lay on the carpet.

Having Miguel here would have been a delight under much different circumstances, but now you just wished a hole in the ground would swallow you whole.

He was still standing where you’d left it and when you handed him the object, you saw a frown settle on his face. “No wonder it’s not working. What happened?”

“Oh! Yeah! I stepped on it… accidentally!” you quickly added with a chuckle, embarrassed pooling inside you.

“Can I sit down?” he asked point at the couch.

“Of course! Mi casa es tu casa!”

You mentally slapped yourself at the abhorrent accent and winced at Miguel’s unimpressed expresssion.

“How often does it happen?”

That threw you for a loop. “Huh… it was the first time, actually.”

“Are you sure?”

What?

You blinked a couple of times, waiting for him to clarify.

Something dark flashed across his eyes. “Was it the first time you touched yourself thinking about me?”

Nothing could have prepared you for the words that had just left his mouth, and you jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

On Miguel’s end, he seemed unbothered, returning his attention to the object in his hands.

“I… huh… you… you heard that…”

It wasn’t a question. You already had the answer, but he had completely caught you off guard.

“You were being particularly loud.”

Heat rushed to your face and you felt absolutely mortified. “I’m sorry… I didn’t know you were there…”

He shrugged. “I had come by to check in on you after your mission,” he informed, tinkering with some screws. “You had your window open.”

Ah… yes… spiders and windows. Why knock on doors when you can simply swing inside?

But something wasn’t adding up. “Why… would you check on me? Pavitr delivered the report, right?”

Miguel stood up at once and flashed in front of you. “I’ve been watching you lately.”

You swallowed. “What… what do you mean?”

He backed you against the wall behind you and you vaguely wondered if this was some sort of test. Maybe a joke?

“Playing innocent, now?”

He was not making any sense at all. “Miguel… what…”

“I know how you feel about me,” he said in a whisper. “I’m quite good at reading people and their intentions.”

You wanted to disappear right there and then.

“Last night… I took a detour and decided to remind you to be a good girl and do upload your mission logs, but…” he paused, eyes landing on your lips. “I was presented with something that stirred something in me instead.”

You could feel his body nearly touching yours, heart racing at an alarming rate and the urge to arch into him.

“You were so lucky I had to brief that squad…” he went on, lips ghosting your cheek. “I would have ravaged you right there.”

Your knees almost gave up under you. “Miguel… I..”

“What? Do you think it was easy to turn away from that sight? You were so wet I could nearly taste it.”

And just like that, your clit started throbbing and your eyes fluttered shut.

All reason abandoned your mind. Logic would have told you to go slow and easy, but your primal instinct spoke louder.

“Then why didn’t you come back later?” you whispered into his lips, whishing he’d take yours at once.

“I would have broken you.”

Your eyes shot open.

Now you knew why he seemed off.

It wasn’t tension from the overload of work. He wasn’t on edge, because protecting the multiverse was taking a toll on him.

“You’re so willing… so responsive to my touch,” he said, planting the faintest kiss to your lips before breaking it. “Last night I felt an overwhelming need to breed you.”

You vaguely remembered Jessica’s words earlier on.

“So, tell me… what were you thinking about last night?”

“You…”

Miguel pressed his lower half against yours, making you fully unware of how much he wanted you. “Be specific,” he snarled.

Your clit was throbbing so painfully, you considered rubbing yourself on him for some added friction.

You did want to tell him all about your fantasies. How you have been craving him for months. How you’d have wet dreams time and time again. How you’d make up excuses to visit him at HQ. How you wished you could be his.

But no words came out.

“How many fingers were inside you?”

“Two…”

He started rolling his hips slowly, providing much needed satisfaction to your swollen clit. “Can you take more?”

You buncked into his impressive erection, knowing fully well why he wanted to know.

“One more…”

And then Miguel O’hara growled.

He had one hand loosely wrapped around your neck as he finally captured your lips with his. You had been experienced many types of kisses before. Soft, needy, sloppy, hurried… but you had never once experienced this level of hunger.

You let him deep the kiss with his tongue and felt yours brush along his sharp fangs.

He kept you in place with one hand when you heard and felt the sound of fabric being torn. You immediately tensed up, but Miguel reassured you by breaking the kiss to stare down the length of your exposed front, your spider suit now ruined.

The cool air hardened your exposed nipples and you saw more hunger in his eyes.

“I want to breed you.”

You arched your back, offering more of yourself to him, sure that this was just wordplay coming from him to spice things up.

Conveniently enough, Miguel had the ability to make his suit disappear at free will, eliminating the process of having to undress. The moment your eyes landed on him again, he was fully naked and you were left speechless.

He looked so inviting… from his toned torso all the way down to his thick cock pressed between you two, beads of precum sliding down the tip.

“It’s too big…” you mumbled as it dawned on you how much bigger than you he was… in every sense of the word.

Miguel pressed you against the wall, lifted one of your legs to wrap around his waist and allowed his cock to freely slide along your wet folds.

The hand on your neck tightened lightly. “Miguel… it won’t fit…”

“It will.”

You shuddered from the delicious friction against your clit and felt a gush of wetness drip from your pussy. Your body was trying its best to get ready to accommodate him, but you feared it wouldn’t be enough.

He kissed your jawline before sliding down to your shoulder and then you felt his sharp fangs teasing your skin.

“I heard that you can paralise someone with a bite…” you moaned as wet sounds filled your ears.

“Don’t worry, little one,” he chuckled as he applied some pressure teasingly. “I won’t do that to you… for now.”

He removed your leg from around him and brought one hand down to his cock. “Grab it.”

You did as you were told, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock being completely soaked. He set the pace by wrapping his own fingers on top of yours.

“Just like that…” he hissed, baring his set of fangs. “Tighter…”

You did try, but he was too thick to do that properly. Your eyes were glued to the sight of more and more beads of precum sliding down his knuckles. He was deliciously ready to take you.

“If you’re any tighter than this, I won’t last…” he mumbled, biting his lower lip until it drew blood.

He was driving you over the edge with his words and you weren’t sure you’d be able to withstand so much stimulation all at once.

You gave his cock a few more pumps before he hauled you into his arms with little no effort.

“Hey!”

“I want to taste you,” was his response as he lowered you on the couch. “Eyes on me.”

He parted your legs and settled between them, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your inner thigh, giving you goosebumps. Your back arched again as he tore through the rest of your suit with his retractable claws.

“Look.”

Your eyes landed exactly on what he wanted you to see: your clit was so swollen it was nearly peeking through your folds.

“So pretty…”

His tongue glided along your folds, parting them gently before he started sucking on your clit. You immediately jerked reflexively into him and fell flat on your back, not able to hold back your moans.

Every fantasy and wet dream you had had of this man could never come close to the real deal.

“Miguel…”

He groaned into you, the vibration making you buck your hips, yearning for more.

And be provided. He started with one finger slinding inside your pussy, but soon added a second one.

As he let go of your clit you promted yourseld on your elbows to revel at the sigh of Miguel O’hara having your juices running down his chin.

“Think you can take another one?”

You pouted.

“Please don’t do that… I’ll fill you up with my cock right now if you give me that look again…”

You rode his two fingers slowly, enjoying the stretch, but feeling more and more emboldened by the ego boost he was giving you.

“Miguel…” you moaned, eyes fixed on his. “I… think I’m ovulating.”

Honestly, you had no idea. It wasn’t something you bothered keeping track, but you figured he might enjoy it if you joined his game.

But, as they say, be careful with what you wish for…

He mumbled a string if curses in Spanish, immediately removing his fingers from inside you and flipping you onto your stomach.

“Why would you say that…”

You saw his face from the corner of your eye. He looked utterly unhinged.

“I thought you might want me to play along…”

Miguel placed his hand on your hips and had you arch your back to him, giving him better access to your dripping pussy.

“Oh, you think I’m joking?” He growled and you felt the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance. “I really, really want to breed you.”

Your eyes widened. “Miguel?”

“You’re perfect,” he said. “I want you to carry my child.”

Your pussy clenched around nothing and he seized the opportunity to slide the tip inside, earning a muffled cry from you. You had to bite down on a pillow to keep from screaming at the overwhelming sensation.

“Stop clenching…” pleaded, gripping your hips tighter. “You have to relax… or…”

Miguel bucked his hips and you felt more of his cock stretching you and you couldn’t help but to clench tightly from the pain.

“Miguel… it’s too much… please,” you cried out, squirming under him.

He let out a guttural groan. “You have to stop clenching…” he said. “Can you do that for me?”

You nodded and tried your best to relax.

“Good girl…” he praised you, rubbing your hips gently with his thumbs. “Almost there… look at me.”

You did so.

“Bite down on that pillow.”

Your eyes widened.

“No, no! Don’t clench or I’ll cum… I won’t last longer if you keep doing this,” he seemed desperate at this point.

But you did as he had asked and he took the opportunity to bottom out, letting out an animalistic growl.

Just as your were getting adjusted to his size, Miguel began to set a rhythm that would leave you gasping for air and gripping the fabric of your couch with such force you feared you might pull something.

You suddenly felt two fingers rolling your clit in between, which had you arching your back even deeper, craving more and more.

“I need you to cum first…” he was panting heavily now and you figured it was taking all of his will-power to not blow his load right there and then.

He rubbed your clit in unison with his thrusts and the familiar coil started to grow in your lower abdomen.

“Miguel…. Miguel….” you moaned in between gasps as you reached the point of no return.

By the time you had reached the edge and were hit with an overwhelming wave of orgasm, you noticed he had pulled out, leaving your to clench around nothing and being sent into your peak with just his fingers on your clit.

“Put it back!” you protested, backing into him and nearly crying from the loss of friction. “Fuck you!”

“Go on… that’s it… ride it out,” he said, having to steady your hips with one hand.

Your legs started spasming uncontrollably and then you felt him shove his cock in one go.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck….” you moaned.

Miguel was too far gone and it was obvious he had wanted you to reach your orgasm first so he could feel those rhythmic contractions.

That was what brought him over the edge.

You were now coming out of that haze of unmatched pleasure when he bottomed out once more and spilled inside you.

Miguel was gripped the back of your couch and you saw and heard his claws digging into it as he pumped more and more cum. His growl of pleasure echoed across your apartment and you wondered how many of your fellow spider neighbors had been able to hear it.

You felt broken… exhausted… read to go to sleep and never wake up.

Your breathing was erratic and your heart drummed loudly in your ears. Miguel pulled out slowly and you collapsed on your side, feeling splurts of his cum pouring out.

“Fuck…” he panted, nearly stumbling back.

Out of curiosity, you reach between your legs and gathered a small amount of his cum in your fingers so you could taste him.

“Do I taste good?” he asked as he shoved the rest of the spilling liquid back inside your pussy.

Your tongue darted out to lick your fingers. “Come find out.”

It didn’t surprise you that Miguel’s stamina insanely high and that he had managed to regain his composure.

He slid to the floor and kneeled in front of you, kissing you and, as you parted your lips, you allowed him to taste himself on you.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you,” he grinned, helping you shift on your back. “Now stay still for a couple of minutes.”

“Why?” you mumbled, finally able to get your breath under control.

Miguel O’hara had his suit on once again. “Did you actually think I didn’t mean what I said?”

His mask now covered his face as he leaned to plant a kiss to your forehead through the fabric. “You are going to bear my child.”

[hoe4him]

Omgg 🧎‍♀️

Music to my Ears

SUMMARY: You and Sanzu decide to take a risk and fuck in Mikey’s quarters while he's not there.

Content warnings: pwp, Threesome—f/m/m, Anal sex, Anal fingering, cunnilingus, blowjobs, Multiple orgasms, Orgasm delay, Voyeurism, Praise kink, Light Dom/sub, Biting, Creampie, Dirty Talk, Cum Swallowing

sanzu x f!reader x mikey, sanzu x mikey

a/n: Haru deserves mikey, deserves the world, deserves everything <3 even though I hate him for what he did *cries violently* but omfg chainsawman part 2 will be out on july! i win today

Your moans are always music to his ears, the perfect song that begins being soft and gentle but quickly turns rambunctious and powerful—straight from pianissimo and right into fortissimo. And even though you both put yourselves in such a dangerous situation that will surely result in unfortunate, if not horrendous, consequences, Sanzu can’t help but want to enjoy the music you breathe into the air.

But he can not. Instead, he quiets you with a hand over your mouth, thumb on one side and four fingers on the other while being careful not to cover your nose. His body is atop yours as he holds himself up with one arm, hips flush while you are on your back.

Sanzu hikes your legs over his shoulders in order to cant your hips upward, giving him better access to the area that makes you sing, and as he shifts his position, bending his knees and moving them closer to you, the angle of his thrusts changes and he starts hitting a spot deep inside you that had your eyes rolling back and the lids closing as you keen into his hand.

It was still loud, though—too loud.

“Shh, shh, shh. You don’t want us to get found out, do you?”

Your eyes open to meet his royal blue ones, and you shake your head beneath his grip; he rewards the answer by grinding into you, his groin rubbing against your clit with each roll of his hips, and it forces more noises that are just an octave higher than before to escape you.

“Are you close?” he asks, his voice just barely above a whisper; you nod again. “Rub your clit.”

Your much smaller hand than his own snakes between your bodies, delicate fingers grazing your clit, and just the mere touch makes you gasp. Your hips jerk away like you’d been injured, but you immediately go back for it and starts rubbing quick circles on the swollen bud, your legs soon trembling on his shoulders.

Sanzu starts thrusting again, hitting that spot deep inside you just like before—he must have been, if the way his wife is sounding off beneath him was anything to go by, as well as how your pussy pulses around his cock, threatening to clamp down around him like a vise as you grow closer and closer to your orgasm.

You keen as he pounds into you and he so badly wants to uncover your mouth just to hear the beautiful crescendo you are releasing as you are building up to your climax. But he knows better.

“C’mon, baby. Cum for me. Let me feel it,” he breathes, snapping his hips against you one, two, three more times—

The door to the room you both are in opens like the gates of hell, and Sanzu can’t scramble off his wife fast enough, pulling out and uncovering your mouth just as you reach your peak and ungracefully tumble right over it, back arching and a loud moan escaping your chest.

You seem undeterred by the intruder who’d just walked in on your intimate moment and who’d froze at the sight of you fucking in a place they definitely have no business being, and instead you just roll onto your side, close your legs around your hand, and try to catch your breath.

The Bonten figurehead’s eyes flick between you and Sanzu as he stands just inside the doorway, his hand still on the helve as the bulkhead that separates his personal quarters from the rest of the building is wide open. Sanzu can only remain where he is, jaw tense and eyes straight ahead as he stands at attention like the right-hand man he is.

When the door is gradually shut, its eerie creaking and lock clicking both sounds that would surely haunt his sleep for nights to come, he could only watch as Mikey then slowly makes his way across the room and toward his desk while the heavy but steady rhythm of his steps reverberates off the walls and shakes Sanzu to his core.

The Bonten Leader removes his coat and tosses it onto his desk, and it was at that point Sanzu glances back at you, realizing that you, too, is watching, though your face and chest are flushed—but whether that is from embarrassment, your orgasm, or something else, he isn’t sure.

Neither of you knows what to do and you both are sure as hell do not know what Mikey is about to do, but you two remain still, waiting for your punishments.

Sanzu can’t help but wonder if getting thrown off the building—or even just voluntarily jumping off it—will be less painful than silently standing at attention in the room with Mikey, listening to his steps as he moves, while you two wait for disciplinary action. His stomach is twisting and turning in a cocktail of anticipation and anxiety and dread.

Mikey is at the table now and he pulls out the chair that is closest to his desk, takes a seat, then leans back and crosses his arms over his chest. The pose is intimidating and shows his patience has grown thinner.

Then again, Mikey is staring directly at you—at least until those two eyes that are the color of charcoal turns toward Sanzu and locks with his ocean blue hues. Immediately, he looks straight ahead again, his stomach locking up as he suddenly realizes that, yeah, he understands how you are feeling now.

But the room goes silent—awkward—aside from the sound of Sanzu’s heart in his chest and ears that is no longer a steady rhythm but some sort of fucked-up beat he can’t even keep time of. And then Mikey speaks in his familiar, husky voice that always had the pinkette’s stomach doing twists and turns and flips like acrobats.

“Please continue.”

Mikey could have shot Sanzu in the head with a glock at that very moment and he’d still be staring at him in confusion. But both he and you must have been displaying the same facial expression because an annoyed look crosses Mikey’s face as his eyes flicks between the two of you again. He waves his hand a bit from right to left, palm straight up, urging you both to continue with what you are doing.

“Don’t let me interrupt,” he reiterates.

“I—” Sanzu begins but cut himself off as he glances back at you. “I don’t—I’m not sure—are you—is this—uh—” He sputters like an idiot, his words unable to gain traction in his mouth and instead his tongue keeps slipping and sliding over like he is attempting to climb a muddy hill in flipflops, and by the time he even finishes stumbling over every attempted sentence, only one clear thing comes out: “boss?”

Mikey’s string of remaining patience snaps and Sanzu feels like it is going to slide down his throat and choke him. “My most loyal dog.”

Mikey’s tone is sharper than the katana Sanzu had accidentally cut himself with when clearing a raider hideout two nights ago—and that thing had really sliced through his hand—but his title is said in a way he hasn’t heard before and it makes him stand up straighter, shoulders square, as he stands at attention in more ways than one.

“Get back on the bed and continue fucking your wife.”

Sanzu’s mouth opens and closes a few times as he glances back at you again, then at the Mikey, then back at you; and he is about to move—

“Don’t make me tell you again.”

“Yes, boss,” the scarred man says, his voice cracking from nervousness, before he quickly climbs back onto the bed. He has gone soft after getting caught, but Mikey’s sharp tone and husky voice has, well, helped give him a bit of a semi, so all he has to do is reach down and start stroking himself a little to get the rest of the way there, and seeing you spread your legs to allow him between you certainly does wonders to speed that along.

Once he is fully hard, Sanzu shifts forward, guiding himself into you, both of you releasing an ensemble of sighs and quiet moans as he hilts inside you. Like before, he grinds himself into you, his groin rubbing against your clit as you release a sharp exhale before your hips rolls along with his, demanding more friction.

Sanzu didn’t grind against you for long, though, and instead hikes your legs over his shoulders again, canting your hips upward, while he increases the tempo of his thrusts, his hips soon slamming against yours roughly.

But the moment you are growing loud again, your voice abruptly jumping a couple octaves rather than gradually increasing, his palm roughly claps over your mouth, muffling your noises.

“Let me hear.” Mikey suddenly interjects.

Sanzu stills and turns his head, eyes locking with the Mikey’s; there is an obvious erection in his suit, but he isn’t touching himself and instead is still in that same position as he watches.

When the scarred man looks back at you, however, that is when he feels your tongue slide against his palm; he crinkles his nose in disgust before pulling his hand away, being met with a grin on your face. You seem to be enjoying yourself, at least, and he’d be a liar if he says it wasn’t exhilarating to have someone—especially Japan’s most fearsome crime lord—watching him and his wife fuck.

As punishment, he snaps his hips against you roughly, coaxing a yelp from you, the sound loud and echoing off the walls in the room, though he doesn’t give you time to recover before he’s fucking you again. He pushes your legs closer to your chest, which allows him to go deeper, and you are mewling beneath him as he slams into you, both of you breathing heavily, and he knows you are both already getting close—

“Rub her clit.”

Immediately, Sanzu sits back on his knees and pulls your ass onto his legs, your own legs leaving his shoulders and instead wrapping around his waist. His thumb finds your clit, hand splaying across your mound as he rubs quick, rough circles on the sensitive bud while he keeps up his thrusts. You are still mewling, your legs trembling around him, and he tries to hold on for you, his eyes tightly closing and his teeth grinding together while he fucks you harder, but he is so close.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he breathes, “I want you to cum with me.”

But Mikey is suddenly beside the bed, his upper body bare. He leans over and locks his lips with yours in a gentle kiss that you seem to have trouble holding while Sanzu never lets up on his rough thrusting. Mikey’s hand slides around your throat and, at the same time, your own hands find his body, one going to his shoulder blade and the other to the back of his neck, nails digging in at exactly where his Bonten insignia is placed.

Finally, you tipover the edge, your walls clenching around your husband’s cock as your nails claw and claw and claw at Mikey’s back, almost breaking open the skin all around his shoulder blades as you go into freefall from your orgasm. The kiss between you two breaks and you scream your husband’s name; and soon enough, your sounds dies down until the only thing escaping you are breathy whimpers from sensitivity—but Sanzu is already flying over the edge with you by that point.

Just before he reaches climax, he releases soft moans that only increases in frequency as he reaches the edge and finally tips over it. His eyes tightly closes again and his hips slam against you once, twice, thrice, before he buries himself to the hilt and comes inside you.

Sanzu’s orgasm crashes over him like sound waves that reverberates through his bones and soon he is holding himself above you, leans to the side on one hand so as to keep his body separated from where Mikey is still close and peppering bites along your jaw as you sigh softly and enjoying the feeling.

The Bonten leader pulls away after a few more moments and Sanzu takes his chance to lean down and kiss you, one hand cupping your jaw as he pulls his hips back just enough to slide his softening cock from you.

“Y/N.”

The kiss breaks and you turn your head to look at your superior, listening for orders.

Mikey is standing near the table—the man is so quiet with everything he does which is not unusual, and as he calls for you, Sanzu doesn’t waste any time pulling away to let you get up.

You saunter over to the crime lord and he reaches out to grab your jaw. Once you are close enough, thumb and fingers digging into your cheeks as he pulls you closer and roughly kisses you while his other arm wraps around you to pull your body tightly against his.

You find yourself returning Mikey’s kiss, and once you are separated, he reaches down and cups your ass, hoisting you up so you have to wrap your legs around his hips before he carries you over to the table and set you on the edge.

Your lips are immediately on his throat, kissing along his jaw just as you always do to your husband, and Sanzu can only watch with interest, his teeth chewing his lower lip. But this is the first time he has ever seen Mikey bare his throat, his head slightly tipping back to give you better access to such a vulnerable area, and Sanzu wonders if he does that for all his whores, knowing they could sink their teeth into his jugular and make his artery spray like a fountain.

But he doesn’t seem worried, and Sanzu knows you well enough to know you’d never do such a thing.

“Your husband takes good care of you, doesn’t he?” Mikey asks.

“Yes, sir.”

“I can tell. How many times did you cum before he did?”

“Three, sir.”

“Mm. Good. Think you can handle more?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you want your husband to watch me fuck you?”

The question catches you off guard and you attempt to look at Sanzu for guidance, but Mikey grabs your jaw again, thumb and fingers digging into your cheeks once more to keep your head forward as he makes you look up at him instead.

“Don’t look at him, look at me. Do you want your husband to watch me fuck you?”

“I—” you start but the answer never comes out.

Sanzu can’t blame you. He knows what you want, and he’d be a liar if he says he doesn’t want to let you get fucked by his beloved boss too—and he’d be an even bigger liar if he says he doesn’t want to get fucked by Mikey himself, as well. But the chances of that happening are slim to none, “Haruchiyo. Do you want to watch me fuck your wife?”

“Yes.” There is no hesitation in Sanzu’s answer.

“Y/N?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” Mikey purrs before he starts pushing his pants and his underwear off, completely baring himself. “Lay on your back.”

It is only then Sanzu took a moment to appreciate the way Mikey looks, taking in the sight of the countless scars that riddles his slim and muscular body like sheet music, singing the tales of a man who lived his life darkness and suffering. Bullet holes and knife wounds litters his torso, some scars are small while others are much larger; atrophic trenches and hypertrophic ridges that decorates his skin, gifts from past battles and traumas that many knew about but few knew the intimate details of.

It is beautiful on its own fucked-up way.

And Sanzu can only admire the younger man as he stands before them like the perfect living example of a marble statue carved centuries and centuries ago.

You are on your back, fingers running through Mikey’s stomach before he kneels down on the floor between your legs, his face disappearing from Sanzu’s view as it is blocked by your thighs.

It is obvious what he is doing as Sanzu had done it plenty of times himself—licking your cunt and tasting you—though the surprising part is how Mikey seems to have no problem eating you out after Sanzu had spilled inside you just a few minutes ago. But you seem to be enjoying it, the hand that had been on Mikey’s stomach is now grasping his silver locks and pulling him closer to your core, directing where you want him.

Mikey had you singing in no time, your back arching and legs trembling as you come, a soft muffle of his groans against you is sounding off in the background of your song, creating harmony together.

He helps you ride your orgasm out and once you are done, he is back on his feet between your thighs. A rough hand runs up your stomach and between your breasts, then back down, before he reaches between you two and starts pushing in; you suck air between your teeth, the sound hissing, and Sanzu finds himself standing and moving closer, his eyes zeroing in on what is happening between your legs—

Fuck.

Mikey is thick. Thick. Probably average in length—but he is definitely thicker than Sanzu; though the pinkette is bit longer. Still, shit.

Mikey eases in and is soon hilted, your song of pain eventually turning into a song of pleasure. Sanzu leans down and kisses you softly, one of his hands going to a breast and groping as he keeps your lips locked, your moans muffled against his mouth and he devours every note.

“Rub her clit,” Mikey orders as he begins to make small test thrusts.

Sanzu breaks the kiss and momentarily glances up at him before reaching over and sliding his fingers between your legs, rubbing fast circles against that swollen bundle of nerves. You are immediately moaning, gradually increasing while your body tenses and your hands grip the edge of the table beneath you just as the Mikey’s thrusts starts to pick up in tempo.

“Good boy, Haruchiyo.”

Alright, he’d be a liar if he says the praise hasn’t sent a wave of arousal throughout his body.

Fuck.

You are quickly falling apart, though, and it doesn’t take long for you to come, and Mikey’s soft groans as he slams his hips against you tells Sanzu that your walls are spasming around his boss’s cock; he knows all too well how fucking good that feels.

“Such a good girl,” Mikey purrs, his hands gripping your hips, thumbs pressing inwards toward your groin; the sound of your hips slapping together from skin-on-skin contact is nearly echoing in the small room. “Perfect fucking fit.”

But Sanzu isn’t prepared for the hand that grasps his chin and yanks him up and to his right, forcing his lips to collide with the leader in a rough kiss; his cheeks are clutched and it forces his mouth to open wider, providing access to an intruding tongue as it searches for his own.

And all the while, Mikey’s hips never falter in their thrusts even as you are cursing and keening and definitely watching your husband make out with the white-haired man above you while, at the same time, that younger man is fucking you. You mutter something along the lines of ‘oh, fuck, that’s so hot,’ and he can’t really disagree.

Sanzu has never been with a man before. That doesn’t mean he isn’t attracted to them, because he is—he considers himself bisexual even though he’s never actually fucked another guy—but holy hell if this isn’t an opportunity. And the assumption earlier that Mikey has no interest whatsoever? Scratch that, because it is clearly wrong.

He has no idea how long he’s been kissing his boss—it feels like forever because he’s been sent into some sort of bliss from just how good it is—but as soon as it breaks, they are both panting and Mikey immediately turns to you, his eyes looking you over for a moment before he glances back to Sanzu.

“Go sit on the bed,” he orders.

Of course, Sanzu obeys and goes to sit on the edge of the mattress, ensuring he is in a good position to keep watching.

It is then, however, that Mikey bends over so his body is flush with yours and you immediately wrap your legs around the Mikey’s hips as he is grinding against you. One of his arms goes to the table, a hand threading into your hair as his face is pressed against the side of yours, and Sanzu can hear Mikey whispering but cannot tell what is being said. His eyebrows furrows as he strains to hear, but he can see you bite your lower lip before looking over at him—the Bonten boss doing the same—and something about the look you two are giving him makes him almost want to blow his load again right then and there.

But he still isn’t hard yet.

Mikey starts kissing your neck and you tip your head back for him as soft moans escapes your lips while your hips are grinding. But when his teeth sink into your throat, right on your pulse point where everyone will see, your soft moans turns into a loud groan that signifies pain mixed with pleasure.

His teeth remains in your neck as he pulls his hips back and snaps them forward, likely only releasing your skin after he is certain there will be a dark bruise left behind. Mikey then drags the flat of his tongue against the spot he’d marked before he stands up straight, grabs your hips, and returns to fucking you hard.

From there, it isn’t long before the white-haired man is on the brink. Sanzu can tell before that where his boss had once kept a steady pace in his rough thrusts, they are now faltering, their tempo losing its rhythm while his breathing has grown heavy and ragged as he pants. You are close as well, with one of your hands between your thighs, fingers rubbing your clit while your legs tremble. And before long, you tip over the edge, back arching, screaming Mikey’s name—not his nickname, though, but his first name.

“Manjiro”

“That’s it, pet. There you go—mmfuck, I’m gonna cum.” A low groan is released from deep in Mikey’s chest before he slams his hips against you a few more times and then hilts himself, stilling as he comes.

Inside you.

Mikey comes inside Sanzu’s wife.

And Sanzu isn’t even mad about it—shit, he feels himself growing hard from it, that refractory period finally having dissipated.

“Fuck,” he whispers, and watches as Mikey was grinding his hips against you, his body rolling with each movement before he finally pulls out. When his cock slid free, the noise it makes is wet, likely from the mixture of your cum and both men’s cum—and when Mikey pulls back enough so his cock is in Sanzu’s view, the pinkette can see streaks of white on it.

Mikey’s eyes remains on your cunt, however, even as he suddenly speaks to Sanzu. “Haruchiyo,” he says sharply in that same tone that had helped get Sanzu hard earlier—it is doing the same thing now. “Come here.”

Bonten’s number two is immediately on his feet and approaching, standing at attention as he does and waiting for direction. But as Mikey finally flicks his eyes over to Sanzu, the pinkette have a sudden realization of what he is about to be told to do.

“Clean me off.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Just as quickly as he’s gotten to his feet, he’s also gotten to his knees. He takes Mikey’s semi-hard cock into his hand and slides the head into his mouth, sucking hard, while the the shorter man’s eyes are on him the entire time—and Sanzu can’t help but stare back. He slowly slides more and more in, sucking him clean, tasting the mixture of Mikey’s cum and the tang from his wife on his taste buds. And maybe he intentionally takes a little longer than necessary to clean the cum from his superior’s dick, but he eventually gets the job done and Mikey seems satisfied.

He is brought back to his feet, and his lips are smashed against the other man’s again, that same tongue invading his mouth and immediately being welcomed by his own. When they break apart, however, there is a soft noise from you; they both look over to see you watching with a palm groping your breast, two fingers rubbing your clit, and cum leaking from you. You don’t seem satisfied or sated despite having numerous orgasms, though you should appreciate the fact you don’t have the same sort of refractory period as he do.

Sanzu chews on his bottom lip before looking back to his king as Mikey pulls away, moving to his desk drawer and grabbing something out of it—a bottle of what, he isn’t sure—

Oh. Wait.

Oh, fuck.

Mikey returns to him but before he is able to question anything, their lips crash together again and Sanzu is being led backwards toward the bed. The back of his legs hit the edge of the mattress and he is suddenly pushed by hands against his pectorals until he falls onto the bed on his back.

Mikey is atop him in seconds with his hips slotted between Sanzu’s thighs, their lips brought together again, but it is only a brief kiss this time before the Bonten leader sits back on his knees and that bottle he’s brought is popped open, some of the substance being poured onto the white-haired man’s fingers.

“I’m going to fuck you, Haruchiyo,” Mikey says nonchalantly; it nearly makes Sanzu moan. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?”

“Uh, well—” he begins as Mikey gently rolls him onto his side and pushes his top leg up to his chest. “Yeah, I have. With Y/N.”

“Mm. Good.”

That is all the warning Sanzu receives before there is a finger working into him.

It doesn’t take long before he is prepped; Mikey is gentle, of course, and ends up getting three fingers into Sanzu’s ass, spreading him open because, fuck, the man’s cock is thick, and Sanzu isn’t about to be split open. But when he is ready, Mikey apparently have plans for how he wants this to go.

“Y/N.”

You are immediately on your feet—you are always obedient when you choose to be.

“On your back.”

When you lay down, Sanzu is instructed to sit on his knees between your legs like he had earlier; a hand comes from behind him to quickly stroke his cock, thick fingers wrapping around him quite nicely as he is being guided right back into your cunt, a place he knows he belonged. You are still soaked, a combination of your own slick and cum as well as the mixture of his and Mikey’s spend, which just makes it all the better.

A rough hand strokes over his back as Sanzu is hilted inside you. When that husky voice speaks low in his ear, almost a growl, Sanzu’s entire body shivers.

“Fuck her. Hard. I want to hear our cum getting fucked out of her.”

Shit.

Sanzu obeys and pulls his hips back before slamming them forward, repeating the action again and again, his cock pounding into you while he grabs your legs and pushes them upward to where your hips are canted just like before.

But he falters in his movements as two fingers are pushed into his ass, and then he completely stills as those same fingers are crooked downward, body tensing when they press against his prostate, poking and prodding and massaging it.

“Baby,” you whispers, and Sanzu opens his eyes, not even realizing he’d closed them; he moves his hips a little because he knows that is what you want, but that just makes the fingers inside him press more against his prostate, sending jolts of pleasure throughout his entire body.

Those fingers are pulled out, however, and Sanzu releases a sigh before he starts thrusting again, beginning slow before eventually pounding into you once more, making you keen.

Mikey disappears into the bathroom for a few moments, letting you two continue, and Sanzu doesn’t even realize the white-haired man returned until a hand grasps his hip, stilling him, while a rough palm presses between his shoulder blades and gently pushes him forward so his chest is almost flush against yours. The anticipation had his heartbeat increasing in tempo, knowing it is about to change as the bonten leader is preparing himself to fuck Sanzu.

The pressure of Mikey’s cock pushing into his ass nearly knocks the breath out of him. His entire body tenses, his jaw clenches, and he grabs fistfuls of the sheets as he releases a low groan while Mikey slowly works himself in. At the same time, you are stroking along Sanzu’s back soothingly, trying to help and convince him to relax.

“You can take it, Haruchiyo,” Mikey purrs.

Fuck, Sanzu could have cum right then and there because the sound of his beloved king’s voice alone—deep and husky and filled with lust—is just incredible.

Mikey is soon hilted and all Sanzu can do is just lay there, feeling entirely full while his cock is still achingly hard and buried in your tight heat. But Mikey isn’t going to let him stay still for long, and he knows that.

Mikey eventually pulls back a little before his hands are put on Sanzu’s hips, guiding him, making the pinkette move back and forth so he’s thrusting inside you while Mikey’s cock is fucking him with just Sanzu’s own movements.

It is intense and incredible and fuck.

He is already going to lose it soon if this keeps up.

Mikey starts moving Sanzu’s hips faster and he can’t help the breathy moan that escapes him, his face is pressing into your jaw as his breathing is stuttering, his body almost trembling while it threatens to tip over the edge. “Fuck, I’m so close.”

But he is suddenly pulled back, his cock is ripped from your core as a large hand reaches down to his dick, thumb and forefinger wrapping around the base and squeezing much too tight for comfort—and then his urge to cum is just… gone.

“Not yet,” Mikey murmurs in his ear from behind, and Sanzu can only whine.

Strong hips are grinding against his ass, and Mikey’s free hand slides up to his throat, fingers wrapping around the column while the other hand releases his cock and moves to be grasping his hip, holding him still as—

“Ohfuckfuckfuckfuckgodfuck!”

Mikey gives him no warning before he’s pounding into Sanzu, holding the pinkette back against his chest and thrusting fast and rough while the hand on the Sanzu’s throat makes him lean his body back against the shorter man’s. He feels hands on his cock again, stroking, and realizes you’ve leaned up to touch him, rubbing his dick as he’s getting brutally pounded into—you and Mikey both focusing on Sanzu’s pleasure. And it is intense.

But Mikey eventually slows his thrusts to where he is just grinding until he fully leans back on his haunches, pulling Sanzu with him so he is sitting on Mikey’s lap. “You like this?” he asks, his voice low and husky. “You like having my cock in your ass?” Sanzu can only nod as he pants, unable to form any coherent words. “Y/N. Ride him.”

It is an awkward position, sort of. You straddle Sanzu but is at risk of falling backward so his hands are loosely on your hips. You lean forward and kiss Mikey over his shoulder as your hips grind against Sanzu, his cock slowly moving inside you.

You two manage to somehow work in tandem as if you’d practiced—Mikey brutally thrusts upward into him while you bounce on his cock, and Sanzu is just fucking losing it; he isn’t going to be able to hold it. He can’t. It is coming.

He is coming—

His cock slips free from you again and Mikey’s thumb and forefinger are squeezing around his base once more, forcing his orgasm away—Sanzu cries out as he thought he is going to explode.

“Please,” he pants; his eyes are half-lidded while his breathing is shaky, but his pleas are ignored as teeth clamp down on the side of his neck, biting the skin hard enough to bruise. Mikey marking him just like he’d marked you.

Fuck.

After the leader let go, you are on your back again and Mikey shoves Sanzu forward to where he is laying on you like before, your husband’s chest flush with yours and his face buried against your jaw once more.

“Please, baby,” he tries again, begging you this time as if you might be able to do something but knowing you had no control over the situation—Mikey controls everything. He controls you two.

Mikey’s hand is wrapped around his cock and Sanzu releases a whine, but he is guided back into the tight heat of your cunt. “Fuck your wife, Haruchiyo, and I’ll let you cum.”

It is music to his ears.

Shaky forearms are pressed onto the bed as he starts thrusting into you, one of your hands having slipped down to rub your clit in the process, and Mikey immediately begins pounding into Sanzu from behind again. The pinkette barely registers when Mikey’s hand reaches forward and gently wraps around your throat, the other he places on the middle of Sanzu’s back as Mikey is slightly leaned forward when he starts fucking him even harder. His hips clap against Sanzu’s ass, the sound almost deafening as it echoes in the room.

But at this point, Sanzu is gone.

His hips stills as he feels his climax approaching, but he doesn’t even need to move because the force from Mikey’s thrusting is enough to make him pump into you to some extent. And while that may not have been enough for you, it is certainly enough stimulation for your husband. “I’m—I’m gonna cum,” he groans, and he isn’t sure if anyone even heard it because it is said so quietly.

But Mikey does. “Let’s hear it, Haruchiyo. I want you moaning my name—no one else’s. Cum for me.”

Sanzu tips over the edge and his body tenses up as he comes hard inside you. He groans, his crescendo having led up to the moment when he moans out Mikey’s name right against your jaw, feeling your body shiver beneath him at the sound. His hands clench the sheets, and even as he finishes coming, Mikey keeps going, brutally fucking him even as the stimulation becomes overbearing.

You suck in a shaky breath and he feels you tighten around him even though his cock is softening; he can only release a heavy exhale against you when you come, his entire body shuddering as you moan so close to his ear—using Mikey’s given name again just as he assumed you were directed to. But it is a beautiful song, nonetheless.

Mikey’s thrusts are faltering, and Sanzu is thankful for it because everything from the waist down and knees up is starting to pulse and throb and he knows he’ll be sore after all is said and done—but it’ll be worth it.

“Mm, fuck. I’m gonna cum—gonna cum in you, Haru.”

The use of his name had him groaning again and before he knows it, Mikey slams into him one, two, three more times before burying himself to the hilt and coming, filling Sanzu up as he’d promised and the pinkette lays nearly limp on top of you, panting against your jaw.

Mikey leans back onto his knees, releasing your throat though his other palm slowly begins to slide up and down Sanzu’s spine, soothing him and helping him relax, and he feels your fingers threading into his mullet. The stroking along his spine from Mikey only lasted a few seconds, however, before the white-haired man pulls out, coaxing a groan from both men, and then Mikey makes his way over to the bathroom and disappears inside.

“You did so good, baby,” you whispers before kissing his temple. “It sounded like you enjoyed it a lot.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, but he can’t get anything else out. Both his body and brain are utterly exhausted and refused to move or think.

Mikey comes out of the bathroom soon after disappearing, carrying wet rags; he moves to the bed and softly places one of the rags onto Sanzu’s lower back, the touch gentler than the he ever thought possible of someone like Japan’s most fearsome criminal, before the rag is slowly trailed down to clean him up. He is tender and sore, that is for certain, but Mikey is careful in his touches and you are soothing him by petting his head and whispering comforting words.

Once he is cleaned off, he is carefully rolled onto his side and Mikey then goes on to clean you up with the second rag, though Sanzu watches as Mikey leans down and gently presses your lips together. There is something intimate about the way he kisses you—and that same intimacy is present when Mikey had kissed Sanzu, too. He really can’t help but watch even though his eyes are drooping from exhaustion.

Surprisingly, though, Mikey isn’t kicking you two out, and even after Sanzu finds himself dozing, he’d woken up just as the bed dips and he feels his boss settling between him and his wife.

Mikey’s body wraps around your much smaller frame, one of his arms going beneath your neck and wrapping around your chest so his hand rests on your shoulder, and the other arm draping over your stomach—but not until after he reaches behind him and grabs onto Sanzu’s arm, encouraging him to join in on cuddling.

This is a new and probably still dangerous situation, but, hell, it is a good change in his life.