#enen no shouboutai smut

[urlranpo]

Fire Force | No Touching

summary | when you place a bet that he can't even cum without your help, he accepts the challenge.

ft | benimaru, konro, joker

warnings | f!reader, nsfw, mutal masturbation, dirty talk

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Benimaru

The moment you set this challenge in motion, Benimaru is hesitant. He's not one to back down from a fight, but the second you shed your clothes and sprawl across the futon, he's losing all will. How can one be so cruel when they look so fucking pretty?

A drawn-out groan leaves his throat when you spread your legs, fingers inching closer and closer to your naked heat. This is torture you're teasing him. "This is supposed to go both ways you know?" you pout at him, seeing as he's still fully dressed in his uniform. The only thing amiss with his appearance was the evident tent in his pants; pants that need to be removed right now.

A barely noticeably blush crosses his face as grunts and gives in. It's only fair after all. He shoulders off the top half of his regular uniform and pops the button of his pants. You watch him from across the room as he strips and find it amusing how bashful he looks. It's not like you can laugh though, you're practically salivating at the sight of him.

"You're gonna kill me one of these days..." he mumbles mostly to himself. He leans against the wall across from you as he gives his hardened cock a few tugs. Mismatched red eyes bore into your form as his thumb swipes over the head. You can see the frustration radiating off of him, but you're not quick to give in. After all, he did agree, and you want to see how long it takes him to give up and take his loss out on you.

But Benimaru is determined to see this little challenge of yours through to the end. While he pumps his thick cock, he watches your circle your cute little fingers around your clit. In the back of his mind, however, he's planning about what he's going to do after he's won and how he's going to wreck you so bad you'll never suggest something like this again.

Konro

Konro's breath catches in his throat when he sees you stripped and bare for him when he comes back from a patrol. There's absolutely nothing more he wants than to feel your skin, to touch you. But you give him a warning look, reminding him of the arrangement you made earlier.

Internally, his thoughts are spiraling, but he stays as composed as he can possibly manage. He accepted this challenge, so he intends to make good on his word. Following in suit, Konro removes his own clothes, showing off his scarred muscles. You can't help but stare, and he notices.

Chuckling, he takes seat across from you and he can't help but admire you just as well. God, you look stunning. No matter how many times he's seen your naked form, he'll always remain in awe at your beauty.

Konro loves you and he knows you love him just as much. As he gets lost in admiration for you, he nearly forgets that you're currently across from him whimpering while you stuff your fingers into to your messy cunt. Even your face looks so cute when it's scrunched up in pleasure.

He sighs heavily while one hand runs down his waist to his cup his balls. Whenever he's alone usually, he'd always start off slow, working himself up while having you on his mind. But now that you're in front of him, watching him get himself off, he wants nothing more than to cum and get it over with.

No matter what silly request you make of him, Konro will want to follow through for you. So, he'll do this dumb idea of yours for now. But the second he comes, he's going to pounce on you. He loves you so much and just want to feel you so bad. So please be easy on him.

Joker

If it's a challenge you want, then it's a challenge you get. Whatever made you think this is a good idea, is beyond Joker, but he'll indulge you. He's always willing to try new things anyways. Since his secret hideout is void of any other occupants (Viktor), he takes the opportunity to undress himself.

"I'll do whatever you want, darlin', but don't start crying when you're beggin' me to shove my dick in you," he shrugs as he loosens his collar and kicks off his shoes. You have to scoff at him. There's no possible way you'll lose. He's the horndog in the relationship, not you.

He chuckles to himself at your overconfidence. Once all his clothes are stripped away, he digs for a cigarette from one of his pockets of the discarded clothes. He lights the stick and takes a drag before letting his back fall against the wall behind him and puff of grey smoke out of his mouth.

There he lazes in all his nude glory, raising a brow at you. With a cigarette in one hand, his other hand finds its way to the base of his already harden member. "Do you plan on holding your end of the deal or do you just wanna sit there drooling?" he asks as he begins to languidly pump his cock.

Involuntary, a moan slips past your lips at his demeaning tone, but you quickly try to cover it up with the fact that you're touching yourself. But like the know-it-all he is, Joker sees through you and smirks to himself. This is where the real funs begins.

Sooner or later, he's going to have you begging for him and he won't even have to lift a finger. Sure, he'll feign innocence and coo about how much you need him, and how he's willing to provide a helping hand.

You may have lost the challenge you put in place, but he'll make sure to comfort you in your loss by kindly plowing into you from behind and making sure your bedridden all tomorrow.

[enigma-and-oasis]

I really want to write some hot and filthy Fire Force smut between Ogun and Vulcan. This is one pair I will die on and I have so many smut ideas for these two😩🥵

Thinking about Vulcan rimming Ogun before riding his thick cock and using Ogun like a human dildo🔞🔞🔞🥵🥵🥵

[yuichi-ro]

Karim Flam x fem!Reader/ Kurono

─i’m gonna do it, absolutely going to do it, I can write Kurono smut cw: fem!Reader, established relationship between Reader/Kurono, porn with some plot, voyeurism/exhibitionism, cucking, male masturbation, oral (giving & receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, unedited word count: 2.4k ─the music teacher’s crush on the sixth grade teacher’s wife goes a little too far past professional

Karim had only taken this gig after Huo retired from the church. Still they kept in touch but he had zero reason to stay as the world was changing each day. Instead pursuing something so much more mundane. Or perhaps what he actually enjoyed in the first place. Music.

Bonus to the career change was the cutest woman thing he’d ever seen. Hardly a bonus though when he saw the ring on your finger the second time you introduced yourself. Not to mention you weren’t even a fellow teacher. Just the wife of the sixth grade teacher who, if Karim was being honest, was weird at best. Still he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Or the words from jumbling at the forefront of his tongue.

Leaning heavy into his own personality quirks to hide his feelings anytime you were around. Which was far too often for his sanity. Karim hoped you never picked up on his little school boy crush. Even more desperate to hope your husband never caught on to his little crush. 

“Crap. This crap is crap.” Karim pursed his lips into a thin line when he realized he didn’t have all his instruments placed away after the last class of the day, “Crappity crap of crap, fine.” 

He’d been done half an hour ago if he’d checked immediately when the kids were dismissed for the weekend. Still only six months of this teaching gig had him trying to find his footing after all that had changed. It felt odd but in a rightful kind of way. One kind of way he liked to think about. In fact saw himself doing for a while. But as his thoughts drifted and he wandered to the last classroom he’d taught, Karim was beginning to realize he might let your little trips to the school influence how much he liked this job.  

“So what if it’s a crush? It’s a crushing kind of crush sure but....wait-” His brows knitted together with a scowl, “Where was I going with that?”

Then it hit him that the last class of the day was the sixth grader classroom. Utter disappointment of a groan passing his lips Karim figured why he left his things in there. Duh, it was of course because you’d came in at the end of the day to grab one of the kids. The orange haired one or whatever. He hadn’t noticed. Too swallowed up in the way you smelled. That little wave you gave him when you were leaving. And that heart stopping half smile that sent shivers all through his body. 

Giving his collar a tug Karim shook his head trying to disregard his thoughts. If he had to think about you. Then well he could just go home and think of you in the privacy of his own home. 

Banking on everyone already being gone for the weekend. He figured he’d slip in, grab his things and slip back out without even the janitor realizing. Who stayed late after school on Fridays anyways? Certainly not married men who had what was arguably, in his mind, the prettiest wives to go home to. Karim would have dashed out the door and wouldn’t have worried about the misplaced instrument until the following week if he had you waiting for him. 

Still though he didn’t and certainly never would. Grinding his teeth a little as the man mumbled something to himself as he approached the empty sixth grade room. Hand on the knob it took the third twist of his wrist to realize the door was locked. Karim blinked surprised seeing as they’d been unlocked normally on Friday afternoons so classes could be cleaned. Without realizing he’d tried jiggling it a few times. The man consumed in his thoughts also hadn’t registered the noise, be it muffled, coming from the other side of the door. 

“What the-” Scowl deepening in frustration, Karim raised his fist about ready to pound on the door hoping maybe that weird teacher was in there to let him. Stopping only a split second before his fist hit the door when the ex churchman saw the shift of two figures already in the room. 

Karim all but surprised to see the locked door. His mouth dropped nearly down to his loafers when he saw what was happening.

Certainly sat at his desk. Everything looked normal that was save for Karim’s keen eyes going right to your head bobbing up and down just below the lip of the desk. Flush with heat when the dots connected. Selling it when Kurono reached out a hand to place it against the back of your head. Karim seeing in real time as he pushed your head back under the lip of the desk so he couldn’t see you anymore. But with the way he tipped his head back and his lips fell open ever so slightly. Karim had vivid idea of exactly what you were doing.

“Crap-” Ducking to the side of the heavy door, Karim felt the immediate twitch in his slacks. No time wasted to have his cock press against the zipper of his pants as he heard nothing outside the rapid beating of his heart. 

Had he been spotted? Did the door knob make too much noise? Should he rat the two of you out? 

Palms sweaty and pressed to the cool lockers behind him. He tipped his head out down the hall. Scanning to see if any other staff were still up here. Even glancing across the windows at the other corridor, Karim could say you both had incredibly timing to not get caught. So all he had to do was go down to the front office and ruin the fun but...

Upon realizing not one of you had come out to see if there really was someone out here. Karim slowly began wondering if he’d been seen. And as his heart pounded in his chest. Unable to push the thought of your head being pushed down. Or the grip Kurono held on the back of your head. God or the way he tipped his head back knowing that your lips must feel that heavenly. Karim reached down to no surprise. Finding himself aching in his pants. Cock pressed to the fabric. Outline of his length insanely obvious if anyone were to see him. So as he saw it, going to tell on the both of you seemed self incriminating with how his hard on would look just as bad if anyone saw it.

Weighing his options. And not being intruded on. He couldn’t believe he found himself counting. All the way to thirty. Like that was a magical number or something. But as he pressed hard into the metal locker just a few feet from the classroom door. He was beginning to see his peeping was in the clear. He hadn’t been spotted.

No way he could leave with such an obvious problem in his slacks. And with the tempting gift of seeing you in such a compromising position. Karim fought the devils in his mind and lost. Compelled to look once more. Sucking in a breath like that’s what would give him away. Karim eased back into the small window of the door only to immediately be blessed with what he’d hope to find.

You, legs spread as far as could be, in the throws of enjoying your husband’s face between your legs. Karim didn’t even care how obvious it was that he could see Kurono running his tongue up and down your slit. Tongue teasing your entrance just to come back up and circle around your clit. Karim got to see it all. Unable to peel himself away now. 

Hand being shoved down his pants. The music teacher couldn’t control himself. Not when his cock physically hurt with each throbbing twitch. Watching entranced when you raked your fingers through your husband’s hair. Imagining it was his hair that you needed to grip. That it was his tongue ravaging your most delicate parts. Karim licking his lips thinking about the way you tasted as his fist pumped his cock in the confines of his pants.

Then as you looked to be in the throws of your encroaching orgasm. Kurono stopped. Much to Karim’s displeasure. For a second he’d almost forgot he was the peeping tom here. Wanting to bang his fist on the door and tell him to make you cum already. He hardly stopped himself. Squeezing his length in the process and feeling the ooze of slimy precum soaking into his boxers. That was the sliminess that wasn’t coating his fingers.

Something was said. No way he could hear it. Even when he leaned into the door frame. Nothing but muffled. Fist tightly around his cock as he rubbed just his thumb over his sensitive head. Waving his own orgasm just yet. Needing to know exactly what had been whispered between the two of you as he peered into the room. 

Unsure if he’d been caught at this point. So far as to say he didn’t even care. Karim dropped his pants a little. Freeing up his ability to move as he stroked himself. Short, furious strokes over his aching cock. Now he could drag his fingers along the length of himself as his free hand pressed down at the base of his cock. Milking himself in a downward motion uncaring about the precum that drooled from his tip as he watched the next act unfold.

You, no longer on the desk. Instead wiggling out of your panties as Kurono moved up on the desk. Getting between his legs to share a passionate kiss. His pale hand guiding you to his cock. Setting the pace at which to stroke him as your lips remained locked. The hand that wasn’t guiding your strokes happened to find its way up to the mess of hair at the nap of your neck. Holding you close as the kiss grew messy and needy. Just as Karim’s strokes did. Repeatedly licking his lips as he jerked himself off to the thought of your plump lips on his of all things.

Finally the two of you broke apart. Kurono laying back on his desk. You very obviously crawling up on top of him. Karim getting a full view of your soaked slit as you wiggled your ass in the direction of the door. Unaware completely if he had been figured out. Only pressing harder into the door as he picked up the pace of his fist around his cock.

Having to fight off everything in him. Karim clasped his free hand over his mouth as an embarrassingly low moan bubbled up in his chest when he saw you sink down on your husband’s cock. Slipping so perfectly into your velvety wet walls. Karim could have covered his own fist in cum right then and there. Knowing if you’d ever slip down on his cock like that, he’d blow his load immediately. Nearly cursing Kurono that he could keep his composure that well with your cunt all around him. It was all he ever thought about. Gushy, gummy walls milking his cock. Karim consumed by the thought with his fingers gliding up and down his length. Slowly coming to stroke himself in time to the way you rode him.

Muffled pleasurable noises behind the door. Karim could just barely hear your moaning. And the way you didn’t hide it either. Head thrown back and hips working double time to meet the snap of your husband’s hips. Karim pumped his cock to the rhythm of Kurono’s cock being driven into you. Tightening his fingers around himself slowly as you looked to come undone each passing second. 

“S-Shit- Shit shit-” Karim hadn’t spare a thought of what to do if he did cum. 

It was hopeless to stop though. Glued to the window when your body began to tremble. Thighs first. Your tummy and tits jiggling with Kurono’s thrusts. Your hands being drug down his chest and your lips open as pleasure came crashing down on you. Karim couldn’t focus between the idea of pumping his cum into your warm insides or feeding it all to you with those glossy eyes looking up at him. Finally giving in as he watched you climax on your husband’s cock and his desk. Utterly convulsing while Kurono held you down on his lap and fucked you right through it. Extending your orgasm past anything he could do as Karim forced his teeth to bite down on the fat of his thumb. Muffling his own noises as he looked down only for a second. To see the first thick rope of cum spray against the door in front of him. His legs shaking and his breath hitching. Karim watched a couple more spurts splash against the wood of the door before looking up. Stroking himself right to the point of insanity as he saw Kurono’s hips push up into you. 

You all but dead weight on him now. The man rutting into you. Holding you close. And upon just a spare closer look Karim could see his cock twitch. Turning the music teacher on to no end to think about all his cum pour into your now twitching cunt. Dreaming of how good it would feel to add his own to the mess. Mix it up in you. Or even watch Kurono push it back into you with his cock. Karim realized he was stroking his drooling half hard cock be the time both of you seemed to have let out one big sigh and relax on top of one another.

Suddenly snapped back to reality. Karim saw the cum dripping down the door. So very obvious as the thick globs stayed together until they hit the floor. His hand no better with the cum that hadn’t made it on the door frame. Only to coat his fingers and make everything musky and slick. 

In a moment of panic. And forgetting what it was he had come down here to do in the first place. Karim fumbled to yank his slacks back up. Forgetting for a second to be silent as he reefed on his zipper and tried to duck out of the way of the window. In such a frenzy to not get caught he slipped past the door. Rushing the bathroom to clean up the mess and make it out of the school building before either of you did. 

Utterly not seeing the missing instrument he was looking for right next to Kurono’s desk. Placed so pristinely on the first desk in the front. As though it was waiting for someone to come and get it at just the right time...

[kaedeakeshisworld]

Misunderstanding

cw: Y/n being wife material, a shopping session to end the day, Leo and Y/n are the it couple for some reason insert emoji here, a little bit of a heated argument, reader-chan leaves Leo unannounced, Haruki is such a wonderful man ( still defending his boss though)

wc: 2819

gist: Y/n is going to confront Leo about the conversation she overheard when he was in his office. Is he going to tell her the truth or is he going to brush it off because it isn’t about her?

c/s: here you have it the second chapter of this story( the next chapter is already written, I just need to finetune it!)

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Leo is still working, he hasn’t quit his office yet. You’re getting a bit bored here. Perhaps you should go home and sort your life out because the week is starting. Huh! You shouldn’t be thinking about that. 

Instead, you check the time on the clock. It's almost one pm. You’re getting hungry so you decide to check the cupboards, see if there is something that can temporarily soothe your hunger. Well some corn crackers, there’s chocolate chip cookies too. I find this odd! He is so fit. Why does he have such items in his flat? That’s none of my business. I don’t live here. Why should I care? Meh, you really want something solid now like… italian flavours in a light meal. Let me think! Pasta? Hell no, postprandial somnolence is going to hit me so hard. I won’t do a single thing throughout the day. Also, my body and my brain do not understand the concept of naps. Instead, I do nap roulette and go to bed with no wake up alarm. Who knows when I will wake up? In three hours or five? It remains a mystery to me. Telling myself I will sleep for forty minutes has only resulted in me waking up in the early morning. Find the problem? It’s me, obviously. Maybe a salad? That is not enough for me. Well, I have to cook for this liar too. Hey, I have to calm myself down jumping to conclusions so fast? I haven’t even confronted him yet. 

A jar of sun dried tomatoes, fresh ciabatta bread from the bakery, burrata in the fridge.

A pesto verde jar. A loaded toast would be great! I’ll finely chop some onions and squeeze lime juice on them for a bit of crunch. I’ll make some cucumber matchsticks for a side dish. Water is also needed.

But first, a salad made with lettuce, peach, avocado and some roasted sweet potato. A simple dressing sauce with olive oil, salt, maple syrup and balsamic vinegar with it is a delight.

One for you and the other for him. You plate everything, put it on a tray and head to his office. In front of that door, you wait a little to check if he's no longer on a phone call. Doesn't seem like it's the case. You knock on the door and hear his voice.

"Honey, come in."

He’s so focused on his work. As soon as you put this on his desk, you hurry to leave that room. You know better than to stay there. 

"Hi handsome, I got you some lunch. I hope you don’t mind me barging in your work space…" 

"Not at all, sweetie. Don’t stay there, come closer."

You go towards him

"Where may I put this?" 

He points towards the table facing the sofa

"I’m going to have a break. Would you honour me with your company?"

Do I or don’t I? I shouldn’t be here, I gotta go before my stomach grumbles. Also, I don't want to be with him now. What should I do?

"Y/n answer me, will you?"

"Uh…" Your stomach betrays you by its growling noises.

"I’ll take that as a yes I’ll be back with your food since you brought mine. Please have a seat."

He comes back shortly. Serves you your food, you thank him. He kisses your head and sits facing you on the opposite side of the table.

"Thank you for this wonderful meal. It’s really good. I love the sweet and salty combination  especially when it comes to salad."

Congratulating me now! Wow, you are bold. I wonder what his response to my question will be?

"Ah it’s not much, I just whipped up something quite fast!" 

“No seriously. Whenever I am fully absorbed into work I tend to forget to do the most basic things such as eating.”

“It can happen sometimes.”

“So…”

“Yes, darling”

I meticulously prepare my lie. Trying my best to sound confident with my words, right?! 

“I was wandering through the hallway” you scratch your head “and I overheard you say ‘how is my son going’ on the phone?”

“And?”

Be fucking for real in this moment. Just confirm or deny what I'm asking? Is it that hard?

“Can’t you read the room? Why would I ask you this?”

“Out of curiosity?”

“Don’t you think you have a little bit of explaining to do?”

“Love," he leans back on his seat and sighs before carrying on "if there’s something I need to tell you I will do it in due time. However, I do not recall talking loudly on the phone. So, I take it you were… secretly listening to my private conversation. It’s just a speculation, don’t get offended. If you do and question me then I hit the bull’s eye”

“How dare you, Leo? I did not do that?”

“You’re sure about that. Let me see… Ah you heard the lady’s name, right?”

You avert your eyes. They observe the ficus bonsai plant. You look at it for a good minute. Darn it! I thought I was cautious enough. Was he aware of my movements behind that door? Did I make too much noise? What am I getting stressed about?

Your silence corroborates his suspicion. 

“You shouldn’t worry about her. You’re the one I am with and I am obsessed with you if this can reassure anything. She’s a relative of mine so there is no use in hating her or ‘my son’.You’re so cute when you’re angry. I would like to see that side of yours more often. I know how to put it to work.”

You quickly change the topic of this conversation

“Let me take this to the kitchen.”

“No way! Let me do the work. I'll take this, put it in the dishwasher and I’ll call it a day concerning work. We’re going out. I’m going to give you the attention you need. The only thing left for you to do is to go get dressed.”

You go directly to his closet and pick one of his silk button up shirts. You chose a maroon one.  Get black high knee boots and let your hair down. 

“You look stunning!!”

“Thank you. You don’t look so bad either.”

“You got jokes, huh. C’mon let’s go!”

A skincare shop; your safe haven, numerous smells flood your nostrils and you can try new products. 

Oh, body oil and a whole new set for shower and bath routine. I have to check this out.

Skincare shops that let you try their sample products are a must. Of course, sanitising hands before touching my face is necessary. The smell of the store floods your nostrils. 

The extensive sort of products never cease to amaze you. A papaya one draws your attention.

The worker informs you that it is a new arrival and it progressively makes success. You open it. Honestly, the smell is divine. It makes your skin shine and they also have body yoghurt  for it.You need to get at least two you put in your basket.

“May I please get the whole set for this fragrance twice.”

“Coming ma’am. Is there anything else you would like to have?”

“Not for the moment. If need be I’ll ask.”

“I get it.”

Next comes the argan body oil. Some body butters for a change you get an aloe vera one, honey and the last one is cocoa butter. You pay all this with one of Leonard’s cards. 

You got a ton of compliments. Each time those came from men, Leo’s embrace tightened around your waist. You interpreted it as ‘I’m reminding you that you are only mine and I am yours. Don’t forget that’

But when women showered him with praise specifically because he looks like that. You were fuming inside. Bitches, don’t touch what doesn’t belong to you. Girl, you better get your hands off of my man before I start swinging. But he politely declined them, leaving them horrified with his comments

“I already have a wonderful lady by my side as you can see or maybe you don’t since you keep insisting like that. I can’t do women like you: you may ask why? The answer is simple” he leans closer in their ears to disclose the secret

“You simply cannot keep up with my high libido! When you are able to endure a sex marathon, let me know. I’ll gladly call you back. That is if I am on interested in someone else.” 

 He intently ogles your figure after he's done with his monologue. And he leaves them there, by the way these ladies are often well off and they’re just ten years older than him but he tried it twice. He thought it was better for him not to do it ever again.

"Why is everyone gone?"

"Because I am the one renting the store for two hours. You can get anything you need."

There is one employee mainly attending to your needs, picking up the clothes you tell him to and you also listen to what he has to suggest. 

Your eyes spotted the perfect dress. 

It's a black spaghetti strap dress with a vertiginous slit that is probably on your hip bone and goes a tad bit up. You have to try this on. It is the dress! 

When you enter the dress room, Leo goes after you and sits on the main sofa while you go change.

The first item you tried on was a midnight blue baby doll dress, there wasn’t much shine to it. It enhances your cleavage and makes your legs look superb with the peep toe suede black shoes. Fairly discreet but effective, nice!

You draw the curtain and ask Leo.

“What do you think about this one?”

 It takes him a good minute to utter his opinion upon this outfit.

“I think it looks pretty on you but we both know you’re less likely to call it your fave fit.”

“You’re right! I’ll try some more on.”

You draw the curtain back and try on a scandalous pair of jean short shorts. Honestly by the look of it, you’re pretty sure this will leave your buttcheeks without any supervision whatsoever but it doesn’t hurt to try something new? You pair this one with a crochet crop top that leaves nothing to the imagination concerning your pierced nipples. It’s small, you got some underboob hanging but damn it looks good. This fit completed by sandals or mules would be perfect. You’ll get some later. 

You draw the curtain again for your eyes to land on him. You do a little slow spin for him to check out what you’re wearing. When you’re done you don’t miss his smirk as well as his change of tone.

“What do we have here?”

You play dumb, he knows exactly what this is about so just say it.

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

“So you wanna play like that…”

“Play what? I don’t get what you’re saying.” You continue “I think this is a great outfit for summer so I’m getting this one.” 

His eyes for some reason are still glued on your nips. 

“You never informed me you had pierced nipples?”

“You never asked about it so why would I?”

"Behave!"

“Oh!” you giggle “You’re really going to do that here?”

“Do what?”

“Great, keep playing dumb. I like that.”

Next item is a golden tulle peplum dress, adorned with a black belt that highlights your cinched waist. Majestic embroidery on the hem of it. You put your hands on your hips and strike the Josuke Hijikata pose.

"That's a business woman type o’ fit. We’re getting that one!"

"And… my opinion?"

He eyed you up and down. He motioned his left hand for you to do a 180. You oblige. He bites his lower lip. I can't wait to be next to her in that dress. Good Lord, have mercy on me! I don't think I deserve her sometimes.

"I know you like it."

"A little bit."

"You can always grow to like it. We don’t have to get it now. Maybe later when a few important dates come up."

"Yeah, let’s do that!”

This black spaghetti strap risqué-ish dress. Woah. This is trouble. No panties already because of the slit. Let me just see his reaction.

“Uhm… what do you think?”

“Sit on my lap.”

You do. His hand lands on your hip bone and he strokes it, painfully slowly.

“What are you doing, Leo?”

“Nothing honey. I am appreciating the gift before my eyes. Won't you let me?”

“I'm your gift.”

“No underwear too? My goodness, you're a menace.”

“You wanted to see lacy panties?”

No answer for this one. You get up and leave to try the other item. He calls the employee.

“Please, I would like to have the catalogue for this specific dress.”

“I'll bring a copy to you right away. Anything else?”

“I want this dress in cobalt blue and black.”

“Noted and added to your item list, sir.”

This is the last one I'm trying. A strapless trumpet dark olive green dress. I feel like a princess. It's so long, I’d have to pair this with stripper height type heels because the only other option is to get it tailored. Yeah, the last one might be it. 

"Here I am."

A little twirl to showcase this lovely dress. 

"You look absolutely stunning!"

"I’m getting this one tailored."

"Great idea."

Shopping is done for this you don’t know the cost because Leo insisted that you shouldn’t know. That’s only if I don’t figure it out myself.

In the car

I’m going to stop this semblance of tangible peace. I have to. I won’t back down until I know who she is to Leo.

“So, won’t you tell me who she is?”

“Who are you talking about?”

“Aura? Who else could it be?”

"No, I’m not. It simply doesn’t concern you.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, that's between her and me.”

Why is he trying to keep the matter private? I… I thought there were no secrets between us but apparently I am undoubtedly wrong. Where did I sign up for this type of suspicious behaviour? He does not budge one bit when I want to know this person’s identity. What is he trying to hide?

“Want to keep this going?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh, yes you do. You. fucking. do. Leo!”

“Why are you making a scene all of sudden, Y/n?”

"It is my legitimate right to."

"This is something out of your control, get over it!"

You know what. Good for you I’m out this shit

Leo leaves the car without looking at you. You can sense he’s over it. Your persistence is something he might not like as of now. 

I ain’t changing for nobody. He better tell me who she is before I find it myself.

“Haruki please, take me home.”

“Yes, ma'am. I just have to inform sir Burns that I am doing it.” 

He reaches for his phone and looks for Leo’s number in his contacts list. As he is about to press the call button, you stop him from doing it.

Haruki has never experienced someone grabbing his arm in such a way. He looks at your hand and then his eyes make contact with yours. Well, this is definitely something out of his reach yet the least he can do is listen to what you have to tell him.

“Please, don’t! He’ll come looking for me and I don’t want him to. I would like to be alone.”

“Understood.”

You provide him with your address. It’s a short silent car ride of twenty minutes. You’re on your phone checking a few emails you have purposely ignored up until now. You redact them and program them all to be sent by this evening at eight o’ clock. The car finally stops moving. Haruki quits the driver’s seat to open the door for you. But first, he gets your shopping bags.

“Thank you ever so much Haruki.”

“There’s no problem. My pleasure.” 

He also gives you his card to let you know you can call him.

“I don’t know what happened between you and the boss but if there’s anything I can do to help you. Please, do not hesitate calling me!”

“That is very sweet of you. Drive back safely, Haruki.”

“I will.” 

And just like that he leaves you at your door. You send him a message right away to let him know your number that way he can save it. But you didn’t expect this peculiar message from him.

Ma’am, it is none of my business to interfere between you and the boss but I have to let you know that he doesn’t cheat on women. He is not of that kind. Have a wonderful evening! 

Haruki

Chapter 2 of After all, it's not bad idea to get a Sugar Daddy

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[briology]

VERSACE ON THE FLOOR

pairing: model! benimaru x model! black reader genre: smut, fluff content: beni and reader are models under the same company, reader hates beni and beni finds it funny, teasing, oral (f receiving), fingering, aftercare, mentions of drinking a/n: sorry for being gone for a while, i was handling college stuff!

model! benimaru whom you hated with a passion. hated the way he gained a lot of attention from others with just breathing. he knew his looks had too much power, but he uses it to get whatever he wants from the company. whether it'd be a day off, an expensive item, or even a break that is longer than his usual time, he gets it. you hated it, hated it so damn much. like, sure you get what you want, but you're different with it

model! benimaru who you had to do a shoot with for versace. versace being one of your favorite brands, you were excited to do this shoot, but not with beni. oh no no NO. but, as the two top models in your agency, it was perfect for you two to be in the shoot together. but for some reason, beni was a lot toleratable than usual for this shoot. even when he was smirking at your annoyance in the beginning, it didn't bother you as much as he used to. you felt, weird inside. maybe it's the air.

model! benimaru who you have grown closer to after that versace shoot. you actually had forgotten that you hated this guy, but turns out you have some things in common. you had also found out that he never even hated you, but more saw how fun it was for him to tease you. you never thought that you would ever be finding yourself building a close bond with beni, especially your history with him. maybe you realizing that this "beef" was one-sided was the ticket to this.

model! benimaru who invited you over to his penthouse for a drink. you accepted not thinking too much of it. it was just drinks right? just wine (hennessy and sake on beni's part of course) between two people who are horny adults who have had a lot of tension between them since they have laid eyes on each other, nothing was going to happen, you were sure of it. (no you weren't)

model! benimaru who you had too many drinks with. having too much wine, hennessy for beni, it was a mess. you both were both in his kitchen, listening to r&b music, while slowly dancing with each other. with boldness, you pulled him closer to your body. you felt like a kitten in heat when he was close to you. beni felt the same way. the way you looked so gorgeous to him, when all you worse was a shorts bra and some versace shorts. the way your hair suited you perfectfully. god, he needed you as much as you needed him

model! benimaru who had you arching your back from the bed because of the way he was pleasuring you with his tongue. with both of yall's clothes on the floor. holding your legs open while they were struggling to be kept open. making vibrations on your clit by humming as a reaction to you pulling on his hair because of how his tongue was treating you. his fingers then came into contact with your entrance, rubbing it, with a mixture of it being soft yet rough. he inserts two of his fingers inside of you while keeping his tongue inside of you. you can feel yourself letting go at that moment. cumming all over his fingers and tongue.

model! benimaru who ran a bath for the two of you afterwards. washing you up with a nice washcloth, getting every part of your body and giving you messages on your shoulders, your back, your neck, making every part that felt sore, feel much better with the work of his hands.

model! benimaru who cuddles you with care in his arms after the bath, while whispering small praises to you as you begin to fall asleep with the thought of how things would've been different if it wasn't for that versace shoot.

© 2023 briology

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[bluebirdsboi]

Fire Force/Enen no Shouboutai Masterlist | Last Updated: 6/12/23

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Fluff = 🥰 | Angst = 😢 | Smut = 🥵 | Hurt Comfort = 🩹 Platonic = 🤝 Headcanons = 📝 | ABC Headcanons = 👩‍🏫 | Oneshot = 📘 | Series = 📚 AU = 🌎 | Songfic = 🎵 Male Reader = 💙 | Gender Neutral Reader = 💜 | Female x Female = 💖 Story on hold = ✋ | Character on hold = 🔒

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Akitaru Obi

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Konro Sagamiya | 🔒

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Vulcan Joseph

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[queen-pudi]

Sundress

Benimaru Shinmon x female reader 18+ MINORS DNI oh god i dont even remember how to tag things😭

TW: degradation, fucking, being called a whore and slut, somewhat exhibition but its an empty room. Maybe a little OOC it has been a hot minute since ive watched fire force😭

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Benimaru liked to think he was a calm and well-mannered man…well maybe not completely well-mannered but he wasn't a complete asshole. He had common sense and a basic understanding of what you should and shouldn't do. However, when it came to you almost everything he knew is tossed right out. Every month you came in to deliver some basic supplies from the city and every time you are wearing the most insufferable outfits. At first, it was fine, you came dressed in basic attire. Maybe sweatpants one day and a nice outfit the other. Nothing special. But then once Beni actually started to get to know you and pay attention he started noticing small things. First, it was the top that was just a little too tight for his liking. Then it was the skirt that was just a hair too short that every time you reached for something more of your beautiful thighs could be seen. Oh and don't even get him started on the day where it was so hot you came in wearing just a bikini top and shorts, he didn't know if it was the heat or you but he felt himself nearly passing out. But today? Today you really pushed him. It was just a simple sundress and yet it invoked something in him that the other outfits couldn't. The bust was cut just a little too low, unwearable with a bra so of course you just weren't wearing one. The waist just hugging every single curve perfectly. The best part however had to be the skirt. One small breeze and he could see what really hid between those perfect thighs. It flowed so effortlessly and hid everything he wanted to see. You were stunning He couldn't take his eyes off of you even if he wanted to and sol knows how little he wanted to. He felt like he was going through puberty all over again. Hot and unable to control his indecent thoughts. Constantly thinking about bending you over and fucking you in that very dress right there on the couch, not caring if anyone could see or hear you. He wanted you and he knew he could have you. It's no secret you've liked him since maybe the 3rd time you met. His strong leadership skills and his incredible fighting ability were impressive but what really drew you it was his smile, the way he laughed at your dumb jokes that you looked up the day before just to see him happy for a split second. The way that he never needed to say how much he appreciated your help but instead showed it through his actions. How he would ask the local bakery owner to make him some cakes so that he could sneak them in your car before you leave. All these things are what made you fall for him without an ounce of hesitation. You weren't exactly subtle in your attraction to him but you weren't too vocal either. Too scared to actually voice out your feelings when he has made it obvious he isn't much into dating. So you settled for the easier option: dressing in a more risky manner in order to get your back blown out. Simple really If you couldn't get him then you might as well fuck him. You knew he was affected by your outfits and you were just waiting for him to finally tear the clothes off you and take you right then and there. You were sure today was the day. You even wore a dress that was purposely just a hair too small so that everything would pop just right. You felt his eyes on you and everything, so why hasn't he done anything yet. You finished unloading the car over an hour ago and have been hanging out with Company 7 since and yet nothing. You stared into space, too lost in thought to notice Konro talking to you. Not until you see a hand waving in your face bringing you back. "I'm so sorry I was spacing out, what did you say?" He chuckled before standing up "I just said I have some business to attend to so I have to go. It was nice seeing you." He hugged you goodbye and left the room, you finally took notice as to how the twins had left a while ago so now it was just you and Benimaru.

It was quiet for a while, too nervous to actually speak yet not making the move to leave either. You shifted uncomfortably, unknowingly lifting your dress higher, this not going unnoticed by Benimaru. Unable to hold it any longer he wasted no time in addressing the elephant in the room. "Tell me do you always dress like you want to be fucked like a slut or is this just for me?" He blurted out, his desire finally catching up to him. Maybe he could have been a bit more subtle You were stunned "Why can't I just dress like this because I want to?" "There's nothing wrong with dressing however you want," he said as he stood up and made his way over to you, dark energy following him as he stood in front of you. Leaning down so his breath hit your ear as he continued, "But you and I both know what you've been doing" he whispered. His hand now resting on your thigh, drawing circles as he watched your chest rise and fall at an alarming rate. You looked so small, so obedient. Looking as if you were already nearing a high and he hadn't even kissed you yet. He couldn't help but imagine how you'd look when he actually stuffs you full of his cock. Plucking up the courage you finally look at him, putting on an air of fake confidence that you knew he'd see-through in a matter of seconds "If you know then why are you still talking when you could be fucking me" That was all the confirmation he needed before crashing his lips onto yours, hands gripping your thighs as he switched positions so that you were now straddling him. Your hands found their way to his hair, pulling on it hard which earned you quite possibly the most heavenly noise you've ever heard. His tongue swept over your lip asking for access which you happily granted. Moaning into the kiss as you ground your hips into his. Feeling his very impressive member leaving you pressing for more. His hands groped your ass hard before making their way up to the top of your dress, ripping it open to reveal your breasts, something hed been imagining for far too long. He stopped the kiss to being trailing down your neck, leaving a few marks on his way as he finally settled on your breast. Your moans were the only thing that could be heard from the small room but you were far too gone to care. How could you when his mouth was doing wonders on your nipples as his hand trailed back down to play with the thin fabric of your panties "Is this all for me? Or are you just excited to finally be fucked like the whore you are?" He chuckled along your chest, fingers dancing around the edge of your now-soaked panties. So close and yet so far. "You! It's for you! I'm a slut just for you! Please just touch me already!" You cried out, hips grinding into his hand hoping for some release. "Such a good girl" Without warning he dived 2 fingers into you, fucking you at a fast and brutal pace. You screamed at the intrusion but were quickly muffled by his hand. "Now now you wouldn't want everyone else to hear, would you? Or maybe you would? Maybe everyone should hear how good I make you feel huh?" Your eyes rolled back at his words, sending you over the edge as his fingers kept hitting your g-spot just before he pulled out abruptly. Whining you ground your hips down on his fingers, clawing at his wrist to get him to continue before his hand made way to your throat, adding enough pressure to leave you breathless but not as much as you wanted. "Frankly I'm getting kind of tired, if you wanna cum some badly then fuck yourself on my cock" he smirked, eyes never leaving yours, challenging you. Annoyed and too aroused than you'd admit you wasted no time in freeing his cock, pumping it a little as you sized it up, thus earning a small moan from the seemingly aloof man. Rubbing his tip along your entrance you finally sank down as his cock stretched you in all the right ways. Filling you to the brim and leaving you feeling a fullness you never thought imaginable. You both paused and adjusted, relishing in the feeling of finally getting what you both have been

craving for so long. Feeling how wet you were was already an indicator of how much you longed for him but feeling your walls clench around him with every small move spoke louder. Finally, you began moving. Slowly at first, wanting to tease him as he did you. Letting the tip just barely touch the rim before sinking back down. He watched you, entranced with how well you took and him and even more with how skilled you were. If he had known it would feel this good he would have fucked you ages ago. This slow sensual pace continued for a while before your lust started to cloud your brain as you started going faster. Rocking your hips in a fast pace rhythm leaving you breathless. Benimaru gripped your waist and guided you. Helping to keep you upright as you were nearing your high. "P-Please let me c-cum-" you barely managed to get your words out through your cries. Pleading into his ear as your hands gripped his shoulders for stability. Feeling his own high approaching he gripped your hips harder and started pounding into you. Couch banging into the wall with each thrust. "When I finish counting you can cum ok? 3." You could barely speak anymore. Moans and incoherent pleas are the only thing to leave your mouth "2" The room was silent aside, nothing but you and him relishing in the final few moments of what had been in the works for months. "1" Finally, you screamed out as you closed your eyes. Feeling your body let go and become overcome with possibly the best orgasm of your life. You almost blacked out had it not been for the feeling of Benimaru still thrusting into you as to ride out your highs. He eventually slowed down before pulling out, his cum leaking out of you almost tempting him to fuck it back in. He laid you back on the couch and left, leaving you to finally process what had happened. Feeling both elated and confused. Yes, this is what you wanted but does this mean he like you as well? Is this just a one-time thing? Before you could let your mind wander further Beni returned with a washcloth and extra clothes. He silently cleaned you up, exchanging nothing more than brief glances. Wanting to say more but not want to accidentally say something to ruin the moment. Sighing you put the clothes on, get ready to leave, and live with the memory of tonight on repeat for as long as you can. Before leaving you feel a hand wrap around yours "It's getting late, you should probably stay here for the night if you want to…" looking back you were greeted with a rather peculiar sight. For once he looked unsure of himself. Not the cocky domineering asshole who was just pounding into you a minute ago. Instead, he was replaced with a softer and more vulnerable side that you were excited to see more of. "Like I said," you leaned over to place a soft kiss on his lips, this one slower and gentler than the previous ones. Conveying everything you still have yet to say. "I'm all yours"

Hello! Its been a hot minute but im here✨ Thanks for all the love on my fics and i hope this fic is just right! Have a great day!!💛💛

[altisee]

Slurred 'I like you'

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Shinmon Benimaru x F!Reader

Summary: Alcohol is like a truth serum to people. It will free your tongue to say what is in your heart, and you are no exception. The confession led to one thing and another, but what happens next when the alcohol wears off?

Warning: 18+ content, fingering, oral sex, alcohol consumption

Words: 1922

A/N: I’ve only written 3 so far, but I always try to upload every Sunday or Tuesday. You can use my tag #Altiseewrites if you’re interested to read everything! :))

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Shit. That was your first thought when you opened your eyes and got up—headache with dizziness and how you badly want to drink water. Yes, all the symptoms point to you suffering from a hangover. Eyes still half shut, your abdomen started aching, but you grinned because it can't compare to last night... the kisses... the heavy petting... the sweat that sticks your bodies close... What?

Oh. Shit. You turned your head and froze when you saw the man sleeping next to you. Fuck. Now you remember everything. Company 7 was drinking last night because Waka won for the first time in months when he was out gambling Sol-knows-where. Initially, you had no plan to drink, but they started a game before the movie began and insisted that everyone participate. The rule was to drink one shot every time a character dies; sounds easy, right? But the movie title had the word apocalypse in it, so the next thing you knew, you were being carried to bed by someone.

Your thoughts came to a stop when you heard the door slid open. "Good morning," Konro greeted with a smile. "Is Waka not up yet?" Before you could even start your panicked explanation, he handed you some water and medicine for your hangover.

It was your Captain who kindly took your drunk ass to your room, yet you dared to pull his sleeve in an attempt to stop him when he was about to leave. "What?" Beni laughed as he found you cute for tugging on him like a kid. You pulled him close to you, whispered in his ears, and kissed him. Oh god, what did I tell him? But what followed next was the best sex of your life at the expense of a sore body.

"You guys are old enough, so you don't have to explain," Konro said, calming your nerves a little. "Just make sure to keep the noise to a minimum next time," He teased as you coughed on the water you were drinking. He left saying that breakfast was ready and to come to eat whenever you wanted.

There was nothing you could do about it now. You looked at Beni sleeping soundly next to you. You brushed his hair, revealing his forehead, which you planted with a kiss. Kiss? He didn't pull away when you kissed him last night. Actually, he wrapped his hands around your waist to draw you closer and deepen the kiss. You remember how he pinned you against the wall, trailing his hands on your thighs, going up to your wet folds. How could you forget? His fingers were something else, just using his hands to enter you was enough to send your body spasming that night, and just thinking about it again forms a heat in between your legs. Focus!

The last bit of rationality you have allowed you to analyze your situation as you start to ramble your thoughts.

"What if Waka was just too drunk last night? He couldn't have heard it, right?" But he was just tipsy then.

"What if he says it was a mistake and that we should forget about it?" It might get awkward. Ugh.

"But what if he doesn't remember anything???" That last thought struck you and gave you an idea that you should leave immediately.

A movement to your right drew your eyes. "I can hear your thoughts out loud, you know?" Beni mumbled, half-asleep. "Ah, did I say that one out loud?" you blushed. How could a person be this handsome despite just waking up with bed hair? Again. Focus! But how could you? You just had sex with the Empire's Strongest Hikeshi, your Captain, the one you had feelings for.

You first met Beni last year, and you owe it to your best friend for throwing you a graduation party with the 8th. After that meeting and despite being best friends with Obi, you enlisted to the 7th when you graduated. It's safe to say that he sulked for a while, but he was happy for you nonetheless.

"Yes, you said it out loud, and I remember everything," Beni said, getting up. "How could I forget? We did it like four times until you passed out." He said in a rough voice. You couldn't read his tone, so you decided to look at him despite being embarrassed. A soft blush formed in his cheeks, but you are sure yours are redder. "and no, it wasn't a mistake, and I wasn't that drunk," he muttered the words to himself. But you were paying enough attention to hear it and caused the butterflies in your stomach to go wild.

"So," he leaned close to you, "in case it was you who forgot, should I remind you about what happened last night?" he smiled, and your already flushed cheeks blushed even redder.

'I want to fuck you again,' is what I wanted to say, but I should keep it low, for now, Beni thought to himself, seeing you are flustered enough and considering that your beautiful face couldn't get any redder than that.

Before you could even answer, he cupped the back of your head with his hand and kissed you. Pulling you closer, he tenderly kissed your full bottom lip, gently placing it between his teeth and pulling it slowly to tease you. "That's how I kissed you." he nuzzled in your ears.

You are in complete bliss. You can't believe this is happening. "Waka, you are not still drunk, right?" he sensed a worried tone in your voice, so he stopped kissing your neck for a moment to look at you. "No." He said firmly. He gently pushed your body against the bed with him on top as he continued kissing your neck. "and this is how I pinned you against the wall."

"If I knew I'd be stripping you again, I shouldn't have bothered dressing you when you passed out." Why would he not dress you? He wouldn't allow you to be seen naked by Konro or anyone else. Your body was all his. He took his time to clean your body off his cum last night and even changed you into one of his clean robes. It was oversized, but it showed your petite body, which he loves.

He lifted the cloth exposing your sex. "I guess your body still remembers." He was pleased to see that it was already wet and ready for him. His hands moved to your shoulders, pulling down the sleeve uncovering your puckered nipples that were enticing him. He bent down to your hard nub and flicked it with his tongue, making you whimper. His hands trailed at your thighs until they found your erected bud. Stroking them, leaving you breathless.

He inserted one finger first, sliding slowly in and out of you, then he inserted another with a faster tempo and another. Stroking your insides faster and harder. "God, you are so good with your hands." you moaned with pleasure as you gripped his shoulders. It feels like every nerve endings in your body screamed with desire when his mouth met your throbbing bud. With his fingers inside you and his hot tongue going up and down your clit made your entire body shivered in orgasm.

Feeling weak, you felt his hard length pressed firmly to your sensitive core as he explored your mouth. You stroked him with your hand making him moan. He broke the kiss to swiftly remove his pants, showing his full erection. He was big, and you wondered how did that fit in you last night. He liked how seeing his cock instantly flushed your cheeks and couldn't hold back anymore. "I'm going to fuck you hard," he said with a lust-filled voice.

Beni was smitten by you ever since he saw you during your grad celebration. You wore a red feminine dress that fell a few inches above your knees, showing your smooth legs. He was stunned at your beauty. When you entered the 7th, his feelings only further developed. He got to know you better; you were wise and kind, your cooking skills are almost on par with Konro's, and your laugh, it never fails to make him smile.

He cupped your softly rounded breast with one hand and the other to position the head of his penis so it could slide back and forth to your sensitive bud. You groaned because you wanted more. You want him inside you. "What?" he said breathlessly with a smile. He knows what you desire, but he repositioned himself so that his cock could slide back and forth, teasing your opening but never entering it. "Ah- Waka, please," you moaned harder.

His mismatched iris stared at you. He wants you to beg him. Your hangover with your last string of rationality left and was replaced by uncontrollable lust. "Beni," you gasped, "please enter me." Saying his name made him harder, and without wasting any time, he lifted your hips and pushed his throbbing shaft inside you. You clenched him inside your wet core in pleasure. Fuck. He cursed silently under his heavy breathing. "Why are you so tight?" he groaned.

You were still sore from last night; even if it was only half his shaft that entered, it was already painful. You dug your fingernails on his shoulders in pain as he fully inserted himself inside you. "Does it hurt?" Beni asked. You nodded. "But it feels so good," that drew a smile on his face.

He moved slowly at first, but he couldn't control his lustful impulses. He buried his entire length in you over and over. He met your mouth, which you invitingly open, and you tasted your own sex from his tongue. "I've always wanted to do this," Beni moaned. He withdraws his hard length from your body and then plunges again and again inside you.

His rhythm moved faster and deeper, and he felt you tense up on his cock, which sent him grunting. You moaned as your second orgasm sped through your body. You shuddered, crying out his name. "Fuck, you are so wet." He wanted you more, so he didn't stop thrusting inside you. He bent down the slope of your neck to nip on it, placing his mark on you. Until his shaft began to spasm and pounded inside you deeply, finally releasing his load.

You are physically spent, but the orgasm was nothing like you've ever experienced. Beni grunted as he pulled his penis out of you, leaving your insides filled with his translucent cum.

He lied next to you, and when he found your hands, he interlocked them with his. "I've always wanted to do that since I first saw you wearing that dress last year," Beni said, still catching up with his breath. Both the holding hands and fucking you, of course, is what he thought.

"I purposely matched the color with your iris." you proudly smiled in response, "But how could you walk with those daggers?"

"Daggers?" you burst out laughing as he was referring to your heels.

"They are called stilettos, Waka," you smiled.

Kissing the back of your hands, he said, "I really like you too, you know," Too? You wondered, and your eyes widened when you remembered. You said you liked him when you tugged on his sleeves last night. "What? Did you forget about that? Should I remind you and your body again?" He smiled teasingly as he kissed you. "Well, I guess breakfast can wait."

[mrskurono]

I don’t think I’ve expressed enough how much i lobe tour writing and how good it is but you really kinda got me simping for hinawa, with that first time one ahhh its so good 😩✨✨

And honestly can’t believe i haven’t asked for a victor or joker first time yet but if you want to do one or the other. Victor i just see him a a nervous wreck but so overstimulated and Joker just begging at this point.

a/n: don't compliment me >///< you know I'll do anything you want if you do that!! But honestly, I'm surprised more first times didn't pop up after that lil mini series of first kisses heuheuheu (and besides Shinra, Hinawa was the other first one I had a crush on heh) type: headcanons tags: fem!Reader, virgin!Viktor + virgin!Joker, mentions of the following; oral sex, vaginal penetration, handjobs, guided masturbation, anal play (viktor) past trauma (joker) character(s): Viktor, Joker (fire force)

Viktor Licht

An inquisitive man down to his core

Just like any aspect of science waiting to be discovered, sex and the human body is no different

Not unaccustomed to pleasure, Viktor is avidly aware of how his body works and that includes things below the belt

But what he doesn't know is how it might react with another person. So when you come in? Viktor is like a giddy kid on Christmas ready to try it all

Mutual masturbation, oral, toys, with or without condoms, fetishes and kinks galore, there isn't anything Viktor isn't willing to try once if not three times just for the spirit of knowledge

From the way he spends hours between your legs

Lapping at your clit, testing the waters of how far he can stuff his tongue inside you and even more. He doesn't move until his chest is covered in the slick of your cunt and he knows exactly the tell tale signs of when you're going to climax

Which is all good and fun until it comes to the moment he feels the warmth of something other than his hand around his cock for the first time

You just know that man's cock is as pretty and long as he is tall

It's all or nothing with Viktor

His bodies reaction to your walls fluttering around him, milking him like your slick insides were made for him to dump all his cum into, he won't stop until he's panting 'n sweating above you

Has to save fucking for the last course bc it is all this man will do until he is red in the face and absolutely depleted

So the other fun things have to happen first and let me tell you does he have a book planned of fun things

Nothing on either of you goes untouched

Viktor can't help it though when you play with his ass, that's an endeavor all to itself bc how well he reacts with his prostate is played with for the first time

Drain him with your cunt or your fingers, Viktor doesn't care as along he's empty at the end by you and you only ♡

Joker

Sex is a touchy subject for him

Not by choice but by circumstance

So when the time comes that he truly wants nothing more than to be intimate with you, Joker still defaults to you making the choices

He wants you more than anything but needs to take it slow

We're talking building it from the ground up with his trust

Laying in bed with heated make out sessions turned showing each other where to touch on your bodies

Joker being lavished in praise as you kiss all over his torso and he jerks off for you

Your own fingers working away at your clit as the two of you hush each other's moans with sloppy kisses

Until you're shuddering next to him and he's pumping his hips up to spill his seed all over his stomach

Exploring into letting you play with him. And vice versa

Joker letting his first real orgasm at another's hands be yours. With the way you swipe your thumb over his slit and grip his cock just right. His broad chest swelling with a jagged breath the moments he soils your closed fist. Cum seeping between your fingers and his beautiful neck on display as he tips his head back and moans through the entire orgasm

The moment penetration comes into play, Joker is more than craving you

Sweet thoughts replacing the old scared memories when the two of you finally reach that point

Nothing feels like the sweet release of his soul leaving his body seconds after Joker enjoys the flutter of your cunt around his cock

This is worth dying for, you're worth dying for, he just knows it

Can't help but become a mess but a pretty mess none the less

Brush his hair out of his face, shower him in praise while you move your hips

Engulf his senses until he's clinging to you and rutting up into you sloppily to match your movements

Nothing takes Joker to a better place than when he feels you steal his orgasm from him. No thoughts, just the overwhelming sweetness that comes from his twitching cock being milked dry into your cunt

Every last drop with a vice grip hold on you as Joker gasps and groans in the crook of your neck

Utterly taken back by the fact intimacy can be this good, even for him, leaving Joker to be a bit of an addict to the way you make him feel ♡

[yuichi-ro]

Konro gives me butterflies when it comes thinking of pregnancy sex. This sweet man at your beck and call, making sure you have no inconvenience at all. His mouth latched on your clit as you grind against his face, making sure you always. When your boobs are sore, he’s ready to suckle on them. Even at night, when you feel horny and he’s asleep, he lets you use his cock like a sex toy, filling your cunt with his cum as he’s snoring softly.

Konro is legally the best boi in Fire Force and there's no denying it 😤

cw: fem!Reader, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, belly/body worship, face sitting, lactation kink, messy sex, manga spoilers ig

age of the human combustion gone sheds a new light on his life that Konro at first doesn't realize until he's balls deep in you the night you're riding him. Dragging nails down his chest growling through clenched teeth that he's going to give you every last drop of him. In an utter tizzy of pleasure unable to do anything but abide by your demands in the heat of the moment. From the way your hips smack down on his and your cunt flutters around his cock. Drunk on your pussy milking him for every last drop of cum he has.

Getting exactly what you want. And to his own surprise, something Konro had no idea he wanted.

he's always liked kids, from Waka to the girls, he's a softie. Nothing can compare to his feelings though when he sees you growing his very own. Swollen at all angles. From your belly to your tits to your face. That growing belly of yours has not put him off of you. And that's good because those hormones are reeking havoc on you. Leaving you craving the exact man that poured his cum into you nine months before.

tits leaking when he's knelt down on the ground for your convience. Devouring your core with a persistent tongue that won't leave your clit alone. Konro's ponytail finally good for something as you grip fistfuls of his hair and grind into his face. Smearing your juices all over him as he suffocates happily in them. God something about being pregnant has left you smelling so good to him and how wet you get. He's already willing to do it all just to have another one and the first one isn't even here yet.

slurping up the milk that dribbles down your belly. Hungry for more and all about your relief. Suckling your tits until you say enough is enough. Milk covered lips and that sweet smile on his face because you've been gripping his wrist for the last twenty minutes riding his thick fingers for your own pleasure. Not even caring his cock is throbbing in his robes. Only wanting the thick slick juices drooling between his knuckles to never stop when he pumps them deeper into you at your request.

worshipping not just your belly, that he gropes and holds up while you ride him. Enamored with the way you can still move on his cock while growing a human inside you. Your tighter, wetter and squishier than before. All that pressure pressing down on your pelvis relieved by his cock dragging through your soaked core. Konro doesn't care that all of him doesn't fit anymore. Making room for baby means he's willing to do anything.

prepped for repeated nightly wake up calls thanks to your libido. Cupping your belly or your breasts, or holding your hips gingerly as he ruts into you because you kept rubbing against him while he slept. Knowing exactly what you wanted until his cock is delving between your soaked lips and deeper inside you. Moans filling the dark bedroom in the meantime while he is more than happy to be your personal relief any time of day. But he can never promise that he won't spill every last drop of cum in your cunt if you keep it up. Baby or not this man can't help but let you use his body exactly how you want.

[octania]

Benimaru Shinmon x Reader ( NSFW, 18+)

Word count: 3.8 k

Warnings: NSFW,smut,oral sex,sexual teasing, orgasm prohibition

Short description: You were in love with this man for over a year, but your bratty mouth an denial of your feelings got you in a situation where Benimaru will teach you how to behave in very teasing and heated way....

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The air was filled with the scent of a variety of traditional dishes and enriched by the happy shouts of excited residents through the streets. This time, the festival did not mean destruction, this time it was celebrated by making delicious dishes and socializing with each other. The celebration itself began at dawn, when they brought out their wooden tables and portable stoves, beginning to enrich the street with enticing scents of a variety of spices and ingredients. You could also hear the gentle sound of kota, whose strings were gently touched by the pale hands of young talented musicians. While these were all just preparations for the big ceremony that would start when sun kisses the mountains, everyone shared their joy throughout the day. His dark hair fluttered in the morning breeze around his narrowed eyebrows. Ruby eyes barely opened as he passed like a shadow past people. Although it was not visible on the expression on his face, he secretly enjoyed the liveliness that spread through the streets of his hometown. Countless greetings lined up behind him, giving him words of praise and support to which he only nodded a few times, nothing more, and continued his walk. The silence of his thoughts was broken by a hoarse female voice. Although it was rough, it sounded kind of gentle. He soon discovered to whom it belonged, when a plump old woman with black hair streaked with gray strands stepped in front of the captain. Her wrinkled face wearing a smiled from ear to ear, her eyes squinting at the young man.“Benimaru, my boy! I have something for you, please do except my gift in honor to you and the members of your squad.”- she was direct, not talking his ear off, just bowing slightly after her words and handing him a medium sized package. He stared in the thing wrapped in light blue material with a lack of interest that he did not hide not even the slightest. “Tempura and sushi, to hold you till the festival tonight.” – she explained getting back up from the slight bow. After a couple of lazy blinks, he raised his hand and responded. “That is alright, we will wait till the festival.”- without waiting for a response, he passed the woman in attempt to leave, but she was not letting go so easily. Shoving the thing in his hands, she smiled again, not bothered by his behavior.“Nonsense! Twins will love it, and we all know Konro could use a break for cooking today.”- Benimaru sighed, pushing the package slowly back at her, but before he could say anything, a female voice sharp like katana echoed the street. “Obaachan, can you please stop giving food to the people who clearly have no decency to even say thank you? Rudeness should not be rewarded.”- (Y/N) stood at the door of their restaurant, squeezing the sleeves of her kimono. Benimaru didn't say a word, looking at the young girl with the expressionless face. The lack of his reaction only made (Y/N) even angrier as she furiously crossed her arms over her chest. “(Y/N), you watch your mouth! You are addressing our beloved captain, to whom you owe your safety!”- obaachan scolded her, raising her finger as a warning, but that didn't stop (Y/N) from responding with even greater ferocity, targeting Benimaru with a look of utter contempt. “Because he is a captain, he should show more respect to his people and their offerings! Shouldn’t leaders be role models? Poor us if that is the case. People usually pay for the food in our restaurant, and yet he shows no gratitude even when his meal is free!”- she did not waver, her stand proud and determent, not showing even a bit of fear from the man who is the head of this town. “Child, hush! Go back inside right now! Sol help your rude mouth!”- Obaachan started waving her hands, showing (Y/N) to go back inside the house, turning to Benimaru. “I apologize captain Shinmon, (Y/N) did not mean it.”- the elderly woman bowed again, with clear expression of shame smeared around her wrinkled face. Still speechless, Benimaru watched the girl, who was now biting her lower lip in frustration as if it were chewing gum. Eventually, he slung the bundle over his shoulder, turning on his heel. “Thank you for the meal madam (Lastname of your family).” – that was the only thing he said, strolling down the dusty street without turning around again. Even though he wanted to allow his mismatched eyes to gaze upon the fearless woman one more time....

The celebration that had its core in the great hall that belonged to your family, otherwise intended for weddings and large feasts, was already spreading like wildfire. People were raising glasses full of sake, feasting on specialties they had been preparing all day, but they preferred to treat their palates to desserts that belonged to your family restaurant. Young artists danced a traditional dance with fans, attracting curious glances with their gorgeous and colorful kimonos. Outside, the streets were crowded with people, gazing merrily at the early fireworks that ate up the starry sky with their tantalizing shapes. You were in charge of serving the guests who sat on the heated floor of the hall in front of the beautifully carved tables. Countless comments on your beauty and grace have accompanied you in your assignment, while you have given a kind smile to anyone who would praise you. No one has noticed that your eyes jump restlessly from person to person, searching the room in hopes of encountering the phlegmatic face of the man who was the source of your deepest suffering.You were afraid that your sharp tongue had resulted in his absence, that he wouldn't show up for the rest of the evening, maybe not after either. Did you overdo it... or didn't you? He was rude after all! Yes it is true, he is guilty of this! You weren't even aware that your angry thoughts betrayed the state of your mind on your face. You eyebrows narrowed, lips squeezed in a straight line, your body tense, as you rushed towards the kitchen, when a familiar voice addressed you. “(Y/N)! Your family always knew how to make the best celebrations, I congratulate you.”- a tall man with a kind blue eyes  that resembled a calm and mysterious sea, smiled at you, holding the door of the kitchen open for you. “Konro! I..”- you stopped for a second, almost dropping the mountain of dirty dishes you were carrying,  as your eyes finally find the one they’ve been searching for. A smile almost escaped your lips, but you prevented your rooted emotions to show. Behind the tall man, Benimaru was standing, scanning the room full of cheerful people. He did not even look at you once, and you could feel the frustration rising in you again. Who does he think he is? No matter how much you were bothered by his disinterested posture, your eyes wandered over his crossed arms on his chest, the muscle that adorned his forearms reached to the very core of your desire. The hands filled with veins always looked tense and ready to fight, as if  he was waiting to defend the whole world with them, alone. You could no longer resist the sight, you had to run away. Blubbering a couple of thanks to the lieutenant, you ran past his arm into the kitchen, kicking the door with your foot behind you to close them. You took quick steps to the sink and nearly broke half the porcelain plates when you threw them inside. You grasped the edges of the sink, closing your eyes shut and taking a deep breath. Before you could muster your whirlwind of thoughts, a young woman approached you from the back.“You know, if you were not such a proud and bratty thing, you would be breaking beds now and not dishes.” – (B/F – name of your best friend) mocked your state without restraining one bit. Your nerves were thin, and being called out like this only made you react like a cornered animal.“Shut up, I don’t know what you are talking about (B/F). Seriously, if you worked even the half of the time you spend teasing people, we would actually get something done. “-you snapped at her, pulling out  bamboo boxes filled to the brim with colorful mochis. “Sure, if you had a bite to support all that barking, maybe you would get something done. I think Benimaru would appreciate your teeth on his skin more than your mouth just bullshiting all the time.”- she did not back down,wrapping the strands of hair around her finger, (B/F) continued before you could counter attack.“How long has it been since you started drooling over Waka? A year? Year and a half? Oh my God, when I remember how pissed you were when you though he was dating that girl from company 8th just because she brought some papers a couple of times.”- the more she talked, the more did rage boil in you, so much that  it seemed that steam will start going out of your ears. Her voice only rose as she continued through laughter.“Damn, you made me wait  around corners like crazy people just so we can see if they are a couple or not. And when it finally turned out they were not, I will never forget your jumping in the air from excitement.”- before she could say any more , something gooey and sticky landed right on her forehead. She whined in surprise, as the pieces of mochi started falling down her face.“Anything else you want to add?!Huh?!”- you lifted your hand high, ready to throw another mochi at her.“Maybe if you threw yourself on Benimaru in the same way you are throwing this mochi, you would get some and your nerves would calm down!!”- she screamed before ducking down as your hand catapulted another one at her.  You didn’t even know that your little show didn’t go as private as you thought. The high tones of the people from the main hall were unfortunately not enough to cover your voices, and one curious ear absorbed every word. Benimaru lowered his head, starting to walk away from the kitchen door. Under his raven hair, a grin was hiding.

He sat quietly watching the people around him fiercely try to get his attention. Some were male neighbors praising his fighting skills, their speech interrupted by hiccups from too much sake was almost humorous, while on the other hand a couple of girls discreetly tried to gain his favor, but all they got was a restrained smile. He brought the glass to his lips to take a sip of the bitter liquid, but there were no more inside. Your grandmother, who was actually only a few seats away from him, noticed the lack of refreshment for the beloved captain, and of course, called your name instantly. “(Y/N)! Fill the captain’s cup!”- you kept away from his table. Actually, you targeted those behind him, in order to better avoid a face-to-face encounter. The things (B/F) told you bothered you too much, and you didn't just want to deepen your cravings and quarrel with yourself over the feelings you carry for this man. Hearing your name, Benimaru tilted his head, looking over his strong shoulder with his glowing eyes. That deep gaze made you swallow, barely keeping you composure. You knew if you came any closer you would break, and you will not give him that satisfaction. You lifted you chin up,  pushed back your shoulders, and turned on your heal as the cold answer followed.“He has hands. He can fill it up himself.”- without second thought, you walked away, but you swore you could feel a set of burning eyes following you.

The hallways were empty, all the guests retreated to the main hall. As the night went on, even the workers began to relax, completing their work and joining the rest of the town in celebration. There was no longer a need to bring the food from the kitchen, at least for the time being, the tables were full. (B/F) was the last person leaving the kitchen, as you said you will join her shortly, you just wanted to finish a few things up. Carrying the empty bamboo boxes, you took a turn into the hallway bathed in dim light, crashing with your shoulder into something big and hard. You blinked in shock, barely managing not to drop the boxes on the floor. The thing in front of you was a person, and seeing him made your heart race. Benimaru Shinmon stood there silently, his eyes half opened, shoulders relaxed, while he studied you.  You almost bit your lip, but seeing the man baring that uninterested expression once more, made your blood boil instead. “Excuse me is the words you are looking for! You should watch where you are going.”- you said irritated, trying to go pass him, hiding your flustered face beneath your hair. A feeling of slight pain spread throw your back as it crashed on the wall. It took you a couple of seconds to figure out what was going on, that is, you needed to believe that this was not one of your dreams. Pressed with his hips on your abdomen, Benimaru towered over you. He seemed stronger than usual, more dangerous, but there was not a shred of fear in you, just excitement. “Wh..what are you doing?! Get off!”- funny you should say that, when in reality you didn’t wiggle or struggle at all, your big mouth once again just stood in your way in order to show your true feelings. But Benimaru was no fool. He did not respond on your demands, instead, he tilted his head on the side, like he was checking something, then returned his gaze on you. You could feel the ground disappearing under you. You gasped at the unsettling feeling, trying to grab onto something from pure instinct. But the only thing you managed to grab was the one making you lose the floor under your feet in the first place. Benimaru picked you up by your waist, his forearm adorned with prominent veins wrapped around your waist like a snake, not letting go of his prey. He was fast, pushing the door of the kitchen that was empty and dark, kicking it again as they closed with a loud bang that made you flinch, while he turned the key in the lock. “Benimaru ! What the hell? I said let go!”- in reality, you hated the thought of his hands leaving your body. The feeling that flowed through your veins when you were this close to him, almost took over even your insolence, but the bits that were left now squirted like popcorn from your lips. “You are too huffish, (Y/N).”- his voice smooth like honey, but a bit dark. The sudden feeling of falling down made a muffled whine to escape your mouth, but you did not hit the ground. He held you in his lap while he sat down on a kitchen table. Your permanent denial tried to strike for the last time, making you turn around furiously, facing the man who dared to pick you up like a helpless and fragile thing. But the sharpness of your words did not come down from your lips, when sweetness filled your taste buds. The warm flesh of his lips now merged with yours. The bitter taste of the sake he drank from didn't bother you, because for you he tasted like cupid's wine, intoxicating you, maddening your thoughts and driving your senses wild. You felt dizzy from the heat that rushed into your cheeks when he first ran his tongue over yours, caressing its soft surface with his tender muscle. You tried to get some air in your lungs but you didn't know how to breathe, you were so enchanted by his kisses. You almost swore in displeasure when he pulled his lips away from yours.“If you just did this, we would be able to skip the punishment.”- confused, you did not even manage to answer his statement when his hands that were resting on your waist till now, pulled you down and flipped you across his lap. Your knees landed on the wooden surface of the table, as you kept your balance on your elbows in the front. “What…what are you doing?”- you asked with a shaky voice, seeing how his hand hold you by the material of you kimono on your lower back, keeping you steady. “I declined the home made meal from your obaachan today because I knew we already had a meal prepared for the day.”- he said sliding his rough palm of his free hand across your spine, down to the your lower back, all the way to your peachy ass. You bit you lip, shivering when his touch did not stop, traveling down your thigh, then taking a handful of fabric of your kimono.“Taking more would mean throwing it away because it would not be eaten. And that would be disrespectful.”- he jerked your kimono abruptly, exposing your entire lower body. Your perfectly shaped ass made him discreetly lick his lips, while you covered your face with your palms in shame. “I-I…I didn’t k..know that ..”- you tried to explain yourself, but in vain, as his voice  responded harshly, accompanied with his finger movement, slipping under the side of your panties. You whined loudly as his index finger brushed along your folds.“You did not bother to ask. But fortunately as you said earlier, I do have my hands. And with my hands I plan to teach you how to behave.”- the sound of tearing fabric filled the kitchen. You bit your hand when you felt the exhaled air from his mouth pass over your naked cunt. He was so close that he could feel the heat coming from it, barely restraining himself from biting into that cookie. You stirred a little, the discomfort ate at you up, the feeling of arousal overcame you.“Don’t look there….Benimaru, please I-….”

“You know how to say please already? Well, I wonder what it will take to teach you to say sorry.”- his fingertips crossed over your silky pussy lips, gently caressing the rosy flesh. You whimpered at the slow pace of his movements. He didn't remove his head, he calmly watched the wet glow slowly appear on those folds. He pushed his finger closer to the opening, collecting some sticky liquid with his fingertip. He didn't push his finger inside, but continued to draw a line along your slit. “Oh my Sol!”- you cried out, squirming already, but that did not even make him flinch. He pushed his digit a bit harder, make it sink into the sensitive flesh, brushing over it all so gently. “Sol will not help you (Y/N), but some manners might. Luckily again, as you said, captain should be a role model, showing the people the art of good manners.”- his thumb slipped across your clit, making the rough skin stimulate it so greatly it made your icing flow more intensely. You yearned for him to do it again, but you were out of luck. This was not supposed to be something to reward you with, this was a straight up lesson to teach you what will happen when your bratty mouth bump into an opponent like Benimaru. He settled his thumb above your throbbing nerve bud, adding another finger to the game. His index and middle finger pulled your pussy lips slowly, massaging them between them. The sensation you were feeling made you feel dizzy. The overwhelming pleasure that arose in you now got your legs shaking without stopping. The feeling was unbearable, because he touched all the sensitive places but leaving the critical ones empty and eager. This teasing was so arousing your juices now strained down your thigh. The crystal like liquid did not go unnoticed by Benimaru, as a grin appeared on his face. Without a second though, he lowered his head, sticking his tongue out and pressing it on your plushy thighs, collecting the juices in long strokes. “Beni!!”- you moaned like a whore, voice filled with begging desire and maddening need, but he did not plan to be interrupted. He slid his hand under you, finding your mouth and sticking the fingers coated in your icing in it.“Clean this up, while I clean you down here.”- he lifted his hand a bit to make you close your mouth around his fingers, pumping them in and out to insure you will do the job well. You sobbed in a low voice as you sucked on your own cum, barely concentrating on his order when the feeling of him patiently licking off the wetness along your thighs and getting closer to your cunt made you almost faint. His soft muscle finally found its way to the grand prize, as he brushed it on your folds and around your entrance in circular motions. You could not take it, you started to push your ass back, trying to make him stick his tongue in, touch your clit, anything to give you the sweet release you so desperately needed. But he will not grant you that. He pressed his mouth right on your heated hole, and started sucking, gathering the last of your juices. You body was on the edge, you could feel your heart skipping a beat, lungs barely catching air and muscles tensing, begging for that much needed release, but the only thing you got was a tender kiss on your clit, before he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, and lifting you off of him. He placed you in the sitting position, spreading your legs so your cunt was fully exposed to him once more. Your own wetness was smeared around your lips. You lowered your gaze, seeing something that made your mouth drop open. On Benimaru’s loose pants, there were more than clear outlines of his thick dick. You never saw something like that before, stretching the fabric mercilessly. He was not big, he was huge, and you wanted every damn inch buried inside of you. But you again forgot that this was not your lucky day….“You can only watch as I get the release that you are forbidden to reach tonight.” he slid his hand under his pants, giving his length a couple of experimental pumps before exposing the beast to you.“If you will behave, next time I will reward you, this time you will only swallow your bratty words…and my cum.”- he started slowly jerking it off, gazing at your plumb lips where his load will end.

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[simillia]

can I request a shinmon benimaru or akitaru obi with a chubby fem reader?

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

ᥫ᭡ — 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: when a small celebration is held within the seventh guardhouse; two lovers get drunk and very handsy.

ᥫ᭡ — 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: alcohol consumption, body-praise, intense make-out, drabbles, lowercase. mature content— sexual activity.

ᥫ᭡ — 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: shinmon benimaru x chubby! reader.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝟐𝟏𝐬𝐭, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 — ᥫ᭡

the streets of asakusa grew dimmer as the sun dipped further into the horizon— allowing dozens of shimmering lanterns to glow throughout the already darkened facility. a party brewed within the seventh tonight; featuring traditional food, ridiculous games, dancing, and other types of entertainment. soon becoming hushed with whispers as smooth melodies played from sound instrumentals. even the savory aromas of ikayaki, baked squid, wafted through the evening air prompting more members to gather and engage in the delicacy of liquor. when the clock hit twelve, everyone had already been wasted.

crescent-shaped ice began to melt inside the mini-glass of sparkling water. with a deafening sigh, you leaned sat upon the countertop and watched as the night began to wither away. a small smile rose upon your plush cheeks as the captain stood between those thick thighs and poured yet another two shots of sake. grinning like a psycho, he served the drink and both of you downed them like alcoholics. humming lightly, the words finally come out, “waka— stop, before we get too drunk.”

“it’s a little too late for that,” he responds in a low tone. acting purely on unspoken emotions, he leans forth and pecks the cushions of your cheeks. they gaze against the skin before pressing against the collar bone. his finger moves the fabric of your blouse aside to kiss your shoulder. any conversation had been lost in physical translation the moment you relished in his touch. this happens nearly every time a celebration comes around. the both of you become overly clingy of each other. completely disregarding the others.

which is hilarious to think about considering the king of destruction hardly has time to waste in a committed relationship. ironically, however— he couldn’t deny the obvious attraction held for the healer hired several months ago. never thought that quote, first impressions are everything, would matter in life but it did with winning the captain over. he remembered the day vibrantly; with him entering the hospital ward, heavily injured and exhausted, wanting to be at peace. and here enters the prettiest nurse he’s ever set his gleaming orbs on. a young woman, with gleaming skin, nubile hair, pretty lips, and pretty eyes. enamored by your stunning mien, he’d watch as you move with grace to mend his wounds. honestly, he’d be strung by your beauty and body type— plump from head to toe, plush cheeks, arms, stomach. everything. took quite a while for him to act on it though. since he has been very subtle and earnest with the presentation.

anyway— back to the story at hand. shinmon benimaru couldn’t hold water. intoxicated after only a few drinks. passionately planting kisses upon your glossed lips of yours. those lips, sweet boy— those lips work wonders against your own. moving with a passion. his large hands run down the sides of your stomach, unintentionally squeezing the pudge. molding his fingers into it. pulling away, you lightly run your own hands through his onyx locks. pulling gently, which induced a husky grunt.

“don’t tease me [y/n],” he scolds breathlessly, eyeing the male sternly. the intensity of his gaze made you melt into that of a puddle, igniting a flustered reaction by having a hunger-like expression flash across his face. “it won’t end well for you.”

admiring his honesty, you smile softly before seductively baiting him, “good— i don’t want it to.”

“what a seductress you are,” he mutters in response. and at some point, you found yourself traveling down the curves that make his face, stopping at the base of his plump lips, and when he made the move to pull away, you grasp onto the chest of his robes. there he pauses, body coming closer unintentionally before he is leaning into places sloppy kisses upon your collarbone. hands caressing the pudge of your stomach, again.

releasing a subtlety sweet laugh, you swat his fingers away. shivering when at the intimacy. “should we go to the room?”

shinmon smiles innocently, this being because of the alcohol flourishing through his system; nothing else. “we should.”

thus insinuating another kiss. both bodies pressed together heatedly against the countertop, lips parting slightly to allow your tongue to slip inside. moaning into his mouth, he calmly wraps those arms around your thighs. gripping your body, and lifting you in with ease. his strength carried you as if it were the easiest thing to do. before walking down the hall and into his sleeping chambers for some personal alone time. and yes— it happened to be the best night of your life.

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[lott-the-otter]

The Taste of the Devil

pairing: Benimaru Shinmon x reader

premise: After multiple encounters with the man, after too many bickerings, you decide to settle the tension between you.

words: 7,315

notes and warnings: It's filth with spoons of sins, please minors dni.

*slap fic* this bad boy can hold so many kinks : kinda chocking, I'm sorry but I can't imagine Beni not being a mocking and mean dom, fighting for dominance, dom/sub relationship, kinda roleplay, rough sex, kinda oral, use of abilities, kind of bondage, kinda sassy reader (I tried), mocking Beni (but not degrading Beni), spanking, overstimulation and probably other stuffs but I can't remember. (Please ignore the grammatical errors)

My demons plays too well with @gojoho's demon - an incredible writer who writes awesome jjk smuts, you should check her out - , the outcome created this monstrosity. This author nothing and everything.

There might be sequels or at least headcanons to that.

You had a problem.

The dying sun melted into the horizon, streams of warm sunlight painting a healthy glow on Benimaru’s skin. The sun wheel dancing in his back would soon become the only source of light around you. From the patio outlooking the small garden of the fire brigade building, you spied beads of sweat running down his temples before disappearing beneath his kimono upper garment. He wasn’t wearing his white shirt underneath.

You licked your lips almost mindlessly, feasting on the sight of his collarbones and the top of his chest.

You have been, admittedly, ignoring the cause of the problem for far too long. And now, the problem that was, at first, easy to ignore festered within you and became an even bigger problem.

A light breeze ruffled through the mini bamboo forest. The song of the wind chime meshed with the rhythmic tic-tac of the Shishi Odoshi fountain and the crackling of his fire to create the dangerous aria of freedom that thrummed within every citizen’s heart.

Movements in your periphery caught your eyes, diverting you from the sinful thoughts plaguing your mind. A dragonfly landed on a half-closed lily pad and took off again before a frog preying in the pond could catch it.

Most insects, because they knew what was good for them, stood clear of Benimaru’s flames. But there were some, much like you, that would throw caution to the wind to be kissed by his fire.

You yearned for Benimaru Shinmon.

The realization had made you scoff at first. You, the vice-captain of the 6th company, entertained the fantasy of dominating the mightiest fire soldier of the Empire. Of having him on his knees between your legs, slanted down eyes watching from below with a hint of adoration, helplessness and hunger.

He who stood above everyone would bow to you.

Sometimes, the intensity of your yearning unsettled you, a desire far darker than you were accustomed to. It’s not like you were particularly dominant by nature. You liked being on top, being the one in control, the one who granted pleasure and could take it back just as fast. But you liked being dominated just as much. To have someone manhandled into submission, to chase your release only to get it ripped from your grasp, to have your body singing with both pleasure and frustration to reach a greater orgasm.

Your eyes were irresistibly drawn back to his form, to the flawlessness of his posture that he held for almost an hour now. He exhaled through his mouth. You reported your attention to his lips, to the heaviness of his bottom lip, full and perfect to bite. His upper lip was on the thinner side but you've kissed worst mouths before. You wouldn't complain.

Truthfully, after psychoanalyzing yourself during one of those nights, you realized that your desire to dominate him likely came from your first few meetings.

His nonchalance to authority and every citizen of the Empire had rubbed your pride the wrong way, creating the sparks to ignite your temper. It got worse after he rudely commented on the tephrosis’s medication system you helped install. At that moment, you would have given anything to wring his strong neck-

“You’re still here.” Benimaru’s voice, as emotionless as ever, had the undertone of a sigh. He shifted, readjusting his posture after the annoying scratching of your nails on wood created a momentary lapse of concentration.

-but it got better, you guessed.

Your lips curled up, the sweetness of your mocking laughter grating his ears, as you laid back on your side, watching Benimaru Shinmon over the knuckles of your fist. “Ignore me as much as you want but it’s not gonna make me leave.”

Eyes still closed, he refused to acknowledge your presence, curling his fingers slightly more. His back turned blazing as he put more power into his meditation. “You’re a pain.”

“Not my problem.” You shifted, making yourself more comfortable. You grabbed your cup of tea, quietly savoring the bitter taste of green tea.

From the way his lips thinned to the overly tensed muscles in his shoulders, you were getting to him. It was only a matter of time before he would look at you.

“Not mine either. Go back to your company.”

“Make me, Benimaru Shinmon~”

He clicked his tongue, furrowing his brows and turned his head to give a piece of his mind. He paused once he saw you, your outfit and your damn big smirk.

The garden darkened as the flames in his back died down. He settled for a glare, running a hand down his hair and watching the two fire threads coming from your fingers connect with the lanterns near you. With a snap of your fingers, you lighted them up. “What the hell are you wearing? There isn’t any festival today.”

What you were wearing was a pretty damn expensive outfit.

The black hakama wrapped around your belly was made of silk and embroidered with pink flowers at the bottom while your haori was hand-stitched by an Asakusa citizen. White with silver patterns of koi fishes and some green and pale pink lotuses, you couldn’t deny that it was your favorite part of the outfit.

To complete the look, your hair was gathered in a bun tightly held in place by hairpins crowning it like a sun. Almost as if you were the enlightened one.

You looked good and he thought so too. His eyes roamed over your figure a few seconds longer than in your everyday clothes. You knew Benimaru liked to see you in traditional clothing - he commented on it once - just as much as you disliked wearing it, which was pretty telling. The garb was too cumbersome.

“In Asakusa, it’s not.” You watched as he approached, planting himself right in front of you. “It’s Sol’s day.”

His scoff made you chuckle. You weren’t fond of that religion either. Though, you reckoned, it had more to do with the restrictions it imposed over Company 6 than whatever deep-rooted disgust the man had for it.

He grumbled something about ‘celebrating an oppressing god’ and ‘stupid religion’ but you ignored him, handing him a cup of tea. “Tea? I kept it warm for you.”

He stared at it, at you, then back at the cup before crossing his arms.

Brat. You squinted. He sighed.

“I don’t like tea.” He said, like a liar. Still, he took it from you, sitting next to your feet.

“Always drink after exerting yourself.” You nagged, the remark coming easily out of your mouth after repeating it hundreds of times to your little trainees.

He frowned, hiding a hand inside his kimono, but sipped on it. You weren’t a member of Company 6 for nothing, you knew what you were talking about. The strain Ignition abilities put on the body wasn’t something to laugh at and Benimaru knew it. Why he still chose to ignore most advice was beyond you.

Together, you gazed at the horizon, at the constellations igniting the midnight sky as if choreographed upon the celestial stage, at the clouds passing by and the pretty pond that mirrored it.

Asakusa was the best spot to stargaze.

The silence between you was comfortable but you couldn’t hide that it was starting to grate your nerves. Still, you waited for his move as you stared at him, wordlessly pressing him to ask the question he was itching to ask and you to answer. Dancing to his tempo was as tiring as it was hard. Benimaru liked a slow burn but he would get impatient, caught in the fragile web you were tirelessly working on to capture him.

“What do you want?”

You licked your lips, raising up to sit. Finally, you inwardly sighed, you would get to the main course. “You’re as tough as you’re dense, aren’t you? I’m here for you.”

He sipped on the tea a bit more, mulling on your words before exhaling, putting his elbows on his knees. “I had a feeling it was about that. I don’t have time for a relationship.”

Always straight to the point. Blunt to the point of rudeness.

You blinked, smiling wryly to yourself. It wasn’t what you were asking for. “I don’t either. I want to resolve the tension between us.”

Benimaru Shinmon, as cute as he could be once drunk, was a menace to both your blood pressure and your sanity. Taking him as a lover required an investment you didn’t have time to give.

Though, if he was a good lay, you wouldn’t mind going back to him for another night rendez-vous.

“You want to fuck me.”

He was staring you down, tone as bored and gruff as ever, but there was something else in his eyes, something that sparked your interest. He was intrigued, almost surprised.

You pinched your lips and checked that your hairstyle hadn’t loosened. “Crudely said-” Once sure everything was in place, you leaned against Benimaru’s side and pushed your chest out so one breast was brushing against his arm. You rose to whisper in his ear. “-but yes, if you want me to.”

Your hand ghosted over his hair, dancing over his shoulder. He was still processing your words. So, you took the time to carefully lower your hand toward the fair expanse of skin his kimono was showing, freezing and almost recoiling when he answered you.

“What’s in it for me?” He pierced you with a side-eyed glance before tilting his head while stroking his chin.

You tilted back in your surprise, catching yourself with a hand before you watched him dumbfounded. The warmth you were feeling was nothing short of scorching. It was a fierce flame of embarrassment that ignited your guts, pumped your heart and colored your cheeks.

“I- What?” You scoffed. Did he just… ? Rude much, isn’t he? “You know you could have said no, you dumb idio-”

With a swift movement, he grabbed your wrist and pulled. You jerked forward and, unable to stop your momentum, you crashed in his chest, half-sprawled on his legs. His arms then wrapped around your hips and your back to keep you in place.

“Is that why you are so insufferable lately?” His voice deepened as he spoke in your ear, mocking you while embracing you like a lover. “Annoying me on purpose, showing off more skin than you need to. Because you want to get laid? Because you crave my dick?”

Your mouth fell open, at loss for word after the whiplash he gave you but you couldn’t deny it was turning you on.

“I don’t-” Your attempt to defend yourself was thwarted by the sting of his hand meeting your rear. He spanked you.

He spanked you.

You gasped, a moan dying in your throat. Your body felt hot, both with want and embarrassment, as your panties stuck to your folds like a second skin. His mouth found the shell of your ear and licked it. “Keep spewing lies with that mouth and I will keep it occupied.”

His sentence ended in a growl that did wonders to your body. You were unaware Benimaru could make that kind of noise. And now, you wanted to know what other sounds he could make.

“I’m pretty sure spanking requires the consent of both parties.”

He cocked his brows, disbelief coloring his pretty eyes. His arms flexed, accommodating you better in his embrace and you could feel the way his muscles worked, sliding around your body even through the layers you were wearing. “Uh? You don’t?”

“I didn’t say that.” You answered so fast it surprised you and with just enough worry to make his lips wobbled.

You took in a calming breath, keeping your heart under control. It had the unfortunate quirk of growing bolder and wilder in the presence of Benimaru, sending too much blood into your cheeks and making you act like a schoolgirl with her first crush.

“Good.” With his hand buried in your hair, he angled your face and dived in the sea of trouble you were. First, slow and uncertain, discovering how much you could handle. With his lips, he absorbed the heaviness of your soul and the beauty of you and your world, replacing it with the fierceness of his passion.

As much as you played with it, you never knew kissing fire felt so good. It was overpowering, tingling tongue and the aftertaste of fire smoke, scorching heat running within your veins and strong hands helping you straddle his legs.

His hand ran up your spine, grabbing your shoulder to bring you impossibly close. His nails dug in your skin.

Unlike him, a tower of strength, unmovable and unyielding, you were a more restless lover. Touching him with the delicacy of an angel but the taste of the devil, you were far more intoxicating than he expected. Your hands had a mind of their own. Something you were thankful for as your head was spinning under his attack, heart thundering a heavy staccato while exploring and tugging at him, his hair and his clothes. His remained curled around your shoulder and hair.

One moment, your hands were buried in his hair, appreciating the soft but wiry strands while your nails scratched his scalp, tugging on it until you swallowed his surprised moan and the next you were shamelessly groping him, his biceps, his back, feeling the way his muscles moved to accommodate your weight.

You exhaled, biting on his lower lip as you broke the kiss. You breathed the same air, foreheads touching while half-lidded eyes gazed within the other’s soul. With a small mischievous smile curling your reddening lips, you tugged on his hair once more to hear again the delicious sound.

His throaty noise slipped into your skin to reverberate again and again on your nerves, sending jolts of electricity straight to your navel to turn up the intensity of your desire.

“You do like it rough too.” There was laughter behind your words, a mocking tone that the man didn’t like.

He pushed you off him. You collapsed on your back, eyes wide and mouth opened before bursting into a shoulders-shaking, tears-brimming, belly laughter at his childish face. In your giggles, you missed the softening of his expression as he waited for your laugh to end.

He cupped your warm cheeks, drying your tears. Warmth bloomed in your chest. Not the blistering heat of desire but the soothingly sweet burn of affection. It was the kind of warmth that told you that while you weren’t in love with Benimaru, you could be. You could see yourself fall in love with the man and all the troubles he would bring you.

“You look like a maiden,” he laughed at his remark. You were glad he found himself to be funny. You didn’t, “the opposite of what you are.”

You bit the hand cradling your cheek, taking his thumb in your mouth. You sucked on it, tongue swirling around his callus and enjoying the half-lidded stare gazing at you over the beginning of a blush and opened lips. He enjoyed your ministration so much he presented his index and middle finger.

You took them in, letting him pet your tongue before he ventured farther than you were used to. “Vixen.”

You gagged, breathed deeply before gently sucking, giving Benimaru your most innocent, teary eyes.

He sighed, a pool of dark swirling in his eyes as he smirked. Above you, with his kimono loose, a dark look on his face, and with the lantern shining behind his head, a crooked halo, he looked like the most dangerous being. A fallen god.

His fingers slipped out of your mouth. Your lips curled up.

“Silly, it’s because it’s tailored to be a priestess garb.” The mocking was still present in your tone and he wished to kiss your breath away. “For tonight only, I can be your high priestess and you can be my… Sol?”

You observed his face, the way his mouth curled oh so slightly down and his eyebrows shook. He didn’t like that. You raised both legs to caress his thighs before locking your ankles behind his knees. You slowly sat up until your breaths mingled, until your noses touched, lips hovering over his, until you could see the faint glow of his eyes. You smiled as his breath ever so slightly hitched and his gaze hooded. “No. My god of destruction.”

His eyes creased. The vixen knew how to stroke his ego.

“Then, I will conquer you like one.” He said as he grabbed both ankles, shoving them up. You yelped. The sudden force had your balance thrown off and you rolled on your back. He locked you down there, hovering with a warm hand wrapped around your sternum.

Benimaru shifted, slightly pressing down on your stomach to settle close between your spread legs. His other hand nestled in your hair, removing your hairpins with an ease that bespoke of the twins’ influence.

Your eyes closed as he slowly combed it free of knots before coiling strands into tight ringlets around his fingers. Yanking on them, he inclined your face so you could see the swirl of darkness within his eyes. He dived for an open-mouthed kiss. You were strangely pliant to his whims, half-lidded eyes and that damn smirk he wanted to bruise. With his lips or his fists, it didn’t matter, as long as they were coated in red.

His tongue invaded your mouth, roaming over every nook and cranny like a conqueror in the promised land. You had half a mind to bite on it, to take back the control he appropriated himself, to act on your fantasies. But you waited, listening to the dark part of your mind whispering to let him learn your body, delving in the pleasure of ruling over you before snatching it back.

Benimaru pressed kisses to the expanse of your neck, trailed his mouth down to your collarbones and sucked a bruise into the skin at the base of your throat- and when you reacted to him, when you inhaled sharply and choke on his name, he hummed his pleasure against your skin, the sound vibrating and low. Like a maestro, he had you singing under his relentless attack.

The wet smack of his mouth roaming your neck, gliding lower towards your chest only made you squirm beneath him. He growled under his breath, tugging on your belt to loosen your hakama before his rough hand slipped under your upper garment and he relished in the sight of your breasts. The work of his lips in tandem with his hand left a searing trail of heat in its wake. He would linger on places otherwise hidden from view and suck on your skin; branding you as a tainted war conquest. As his victim.

His rough hand scratched deliciously your skin, raising goosebumps while it made its way to your breast, first, simply grabbing and letting his warmth sweep within your body, appreciating the weight as his teeth bit into the skin just above your heart. You purred for him, grabbing the back of his neck to leave the scorching trail of your nails on his shoulders.

An eye for an eye. A mark for a mark.

He caught your nipple, caressing it then rolling it between his fingers to pinch it. You yelped, almost hitting him. You settled for crossing your ankles behind his hips and bringing him closer until his warmth sweeped in you, until your chests were pressed flushed, until your cunt could rock against his cock.

He growled and tutted his dissatisfaction at being interrupted in his work, biting your collarbone before awkwardly bending you backward so he could still play with your chest. You tried to rebel against him but his hand pressing your shoulders against the ground was far stronger than your abs.

You huffed and puffed and whined at the frustration of being denied, tugging on his hair to express your displeasure but it only brought more pinching and biting. You didn’t miss his sinister smile moving against your skin-

“Conquered can only beg for mercy.” He rasped out.

Your mouth fell open.

The audacity.

Did he think you were conquered? Did he think he broke you, that he was so good and strong and you could only yield to him? Did he think that the burning in your groin would make you forget yourself?

Mightiest fire soldier or not, you weren’t one to go down without a fight.

In your current state, you wouldn’t be able to overpower him. Too strong and too aroused to think, you could, however, make him yield first.

Your hand went to his kimono, ripping the belt off first and trailing your nails along his abs before pinching his nipple like he did to you. He growled his displeasure, grabbing your hand to pin it above your head while you let a victorious ‘ah’ out. The meaning, a strong ‘See how it’s not fun?’, wasn’t lost to him.

When your other hand picked up where you left, he changed his tactic, going for the throat and you found yourself seeing stars under the pressure. White spots danced in your vision before he released his grip, popping your abused nipple in his mouth.

His touches were abrasive but you lived for the hell he was throwing you into.

You felt a tug on your belt, the drag of hot fingers on an equally hot body going down and down and down until they passed your hips bones, until they caressed the top of your panties, toying with the hem before continuing to cup your aching sex.

You inhaled sharply, appreciating the way he rubbed you through the clothes. You followed the movement, shaking your hips wantonly and in a burst of passion, you kissed him, teeth clashing and sloppy, tongue caressing and noses squashed. You kissed him with more tongue and teeth than lips, overcomed by a passion borderline destructive that sank into your marrow and seeped into your every cell.

You tried to reciprocate the gesture, yanking on his own belt but he slapped your hand away. You snarled. He growled. You whined. You settled for rubbing him through the fabric. He sent you a glare but didn’t stop you, even pressing into your hand, rocking his hips for greater pleasure.

His fingers pushed against your slit and you curled your toes, grabbing the hand wrapped around your throat to ground yourself. You moaned, shaking in his hold. Truthfully, you were barely holding on to your ribbon of sanity, especially when he was working so well to snap it.

Benimaru, still inside your pants, grabbed your pretty expensive panties, peeling them away from your fold to-

Your eyes went as big as saucers. A wave of indignation and, unfortunately, arousal rose within you. You froze, still unable to understand that Benimaru Shinmon, Captain of the 7th Company, burned your underwear inside your pants.

You opened your mouth and closed it, plenty of words on your tongue but none got out. You stared at the man in utter indignation.

He laughed, dark and deep, right next to your ear. “You’re so drenched I almost couldn’t light them on fire.”

“You bastard- Oh fuck!” You choked on your words, covering your mouth to swallow the obscenities from the aching pleasure the two digits he pushed deep within procured you. Your legs shook, closing around his hand to keep them inside while you rubbed his dick through his pants with a bit more fervor.

He had magic fingers, teasing the embers of your desire until it turned into a blazing inferno threatening to consume your sanity entirely. In a desperate attempt to ground yourself, you latched yourself to his lips, drinking in him like he was your oxygen.

Under the night sky, you burned brighter than any star and your face, the hint of defiance in your eyes and your feeble attempts at pleasuring him wrested a grunt from his chest. His patience was thinning by the second. His movements, the slaps of his palm on your clit, the stretching of your walls and the stinging of his bites, spoke of his desperation to take you.

And when his patience finally snapped and when he separated from you to take in a long breath and when he threw his happi away, taking his belt of and finally revealing his erection to you-

You smiled, coy and oh so sinister.

You had half a mind to let him take you, to extinguish that fire in your womb but the part of you that waited with bated breath for a mistake wouldn't let you.

You watched as he sat on his heels, fumbling around with your pants and when he finally revealed your soaked cunt, the burned panties still around your hips and when he reached for your thighs, to grasp them and open them-

You acted.

Two fire threads caught his wrists, pushing him back to the wooden beam.

“Wha- ?” He watched his wrists and the glowing red ribbons tightly bond to them before sending you a glare. His first reaction was to disperse the fire but your threads weren’t something he could dispel nor break through sheer strength. Above a certain temperature, they could be burned, though. “What is this?”

Payback~ You took your time, raising on your elbows, shaking off your haori - which fell off the patio - and watched the sight Benimaru was offering you.

He stared at you, and he really looked good - lips swollen and red, hair disheveled and down, and face lightened by the ethereal glow of the moon and the warmth of the lanterns. His eyes glowed with the restlessness of a caged beast.

Benimaru was all slender and muscular, and you were drinking in this sight like a woman lost in the desert. His cock, angry and red and pearling with precum, stood erected against his abs, just above the hair that started under his navel and led to his crown.

On your four, you drew closer to him, watching the storm brewing in his eyes. It procured you such pleasure and pride, such craving. You wished to be filled as soon as possible and, your eyes lingered on his cock, that was why you wouldn’t lose much time sucking such a handsome part of him.

“Oi, I asked something.”

You ignored him, licking your lips. Your hands glided over his thighs and you dove for a taste.

He didn’t taste divine like people would say when talking about their partner, neither sweet nor salty. You couldn’t really define the taste but you didn’t hate it. The same could be said about his scent.

His scent was characteristic to him, strong enough that you would be able to identify his clothes in a pile. Neither pleasant nor unpleasant, a light scent of ashes would linger in your nose.

It smelled and tasted like Benimaru.

Benimaru watched your back arching, the curve of your spine leading to your fancy little butt. One he wanted to grab and squeeze and watched as it wobbled with every snap of his hips. One he wouldn’t mind turning red and blue. One he would even bite.

He watched, enjoyed the sight and groaned pitifully, tugging on his restraints. Truthfully, if he wasn’t already so out of his mind with want and if a part of him wasn’t willing to indulge you, he would have burned the things off to have his way with that sweet cunt of yours. But right now, he couldn’t be trusted with not burning the whole brigade to pounce on you.

Your tongue swirled around his head, adding spit to precum, and Benimaru groaned a wretched sound. You sucked just a bit, moving away as the captain thrusted up. You licked your way back up, his belly button, his abs, between his pecs and on his jugular. At last, you kissed his chin and answered: “Isn’t it a priest’s duty to serve her god?”

You placed yourself above him. Having him between your legs sure looked like a challenge. But you weren’t going to let it phase you.

“Is it your way of telling me you’re in charge?” He said and somehow, he managed to rearrange his features into his usual, unbothered self.

His breathing hitched as you rubbed yourself against his head, adding your slick to the sticky mess his cock has become. You arched your back, throwing your head back and moaning as his cock nudged your clit, shaking your hips to reproduce that sensation. Benimaru used your bliss to nip at your throat. Drawing out both your and his patience, you teased his tip with your cunt again and again until you really couldn’t wait anymore.

“Would you like to object?” You panted, guiding his shaft to your entrance.

You slid slightly down, enough to open yourself on him and tease without bringing that fullness you were craving. Building the anticipation led to a better orgasm and you intended to make your only shot at fucking Benimaru magical.

He squinted his eyes, full of annoyance and arousal. You could see his thoughts swirling, no doubt plotting to overthrow your rule but you would meet him head-on.

“Don’t falter.” He growled with the undertone of a threat. Shivers ran down your spine. His eyes were telling a different story that you could resume to: don’t leave him an opening or he would ravage you. “And do all the work.”

You leaned down to kiss him, soft and sweet at first but as you eased yourself down, gently, slowly, your teeth clashed and your tongues danced. You lost yourself in him, in his scent, in his taste and in the feeling of being so full and stretched. You didn’t even take all of him in, already feeling too full.

Benimaru gasped. The sound was quiet like wrenched from him against his will as his eyes fluttered shut and jaw went slack. He savored the feeling, the warmth, the wetness, and the tightness. You were fucking perfect for him, a tight fit he wouldn’t admit out loud.

Your eyes flickered over him, enticingly bare beneath you- his chest was muscular and his shoulders were broad and sturdy and his eyes when you finally met his gaze were hot and piercing.

And then you grinded down and Benimaru thrusted his hips up just a little, like he couldn’t help himself, and you answered with a shallow moan because the angle was good and the friction was good and you felt like you were getting lost in it.

Your hips rose and fell in a graceful motion like a rolling wave, slick and sliding. You wallowed in the stretch, in the tender feeling of his cock buried deep within you, with fluttering lashes and slacked jaw.

He huffed out a strangled moan after just a few thrusts and you pushed your chest in his face, arching your back due to the searing pleasure electrocuting your brain. He quickly found a better use of his mouth along your chest, devouring the soft flesh with motive.

When after a few other thrusts, you failed to take him entirely, he let go of your nipple with a wet pop. “You’re missing a bit.”

Your head fell on his shoulders, gripping and raking them hard as you panted. You watched pearls of sweat running down his abs to his pelvis, directing your gaze slightly below to the lewd sight the jointure of your bodies offered you. The crown of pubic hair was glistening with sweat, slick and saliva. The lewd noise fleeting from the both of you invaded the thin silence. Skin against skin, voice lost in lust.

"I know you can take all of me, pretty."

You shivered and furrowed your brows in concentration. Thinking and speaking was turning out to be harder than you expected. “I- I need a bit of time for tha-”

Your sentence ended in a choke, head throwing back as his tip brushed against that spot. Benimaru watched your eyebrows curve and your mouth fall open in adoration. He observed the petulance growing in your eyes while you failed to reproduce the movement. Then, his eyes went to your fire threads, to their ever dimming light and he knew you would break soon.

Your rule would soon come to an end. A sort of groan, the whisper of your name in your ear that sent shivers down your spine.

It was fascinating, the sound you both made once all pretenses of being anything but sinners were thrown away, equal parts thrilling and terrifying and utterly shameless. You cried out, not caring about your voice and who would hear you. His mouth ascended on yours, silencing you.

Your thighs were burning. Your breathing was erratic. The sweet ache of your release was building, promising toes-curling pleasure but alas you were unable to tip over. The gates of heaven, so close and yet you could barely brush them.

You whined and huffed and-

Two warm hands caught each of your wrists, pulling them above your head while his cock slipped out of you. You spluttered when the realization that you lost your concentration hit you like a matoï on fire. Your threads dissipated. You’ve released the beast.

His smile was mean and promised nothing good for your pride would come out of your mistake.

He, then, grabbed both wrists into one hand, placing the other on your hips.

“Slowing down already?” His grip on your hips was as painful as his voice was strained. His nails threatened to break your skin. You knew it was going to leave marks. “But you wanted that control. Can’t handle it?”

He spanked you, hard, and silenced your cries with his mouth, biting and devouring your mouth until you were lightheaded. And it continued again and again until he was satisfied with the face you were making, throwing a look down to appreciate the color of your ass. Red like his eyes.

Then, Benimaru straightened his position up and with you still balanced on his lap, the sudden change had you tilting backward with wide eyes. You opened your mouth to gasp and the Captain followed your movement.

He had the delicacy to cup your head to stop yourself from cracking it on the wooden floor. He boxed you in perfectly, separating you from the world until he became your everything, until all you could see, think and breathe was him, his glowing eyes and his smirk.

“Control doesn’t suit everyone.” He whispered against your lips, a very faint laugh fanning your lips.

His iron-clad grip reached for your hips, pulling them back up to his hips and throwing your knees to your chest. You gasped and babbled for him to not do what his eyes clearly told you he was going to do. “Wait, Beni. I can’t- ”

He sheathed him in one sharp thrust, going down to the hilt. You felt impossibly full and stretched. The base of his cock, thicker than the length, had your head spinning, eyes rolling back in their orbits with both pleasure and pain.

That man was taking the saying ‘rearrange my guts’ too literally but you weren’t complaining. You couldn’t, you were too preoccupied breathing and babbling nonsense.

Benimaru smiled, and if you weren’t so lost in the sauce, you would have realized that he smiled so much more once balls deep inside you. As if you were his own brand of sake. Exhilarating. Intoxicating.

“See?” His voice had a sweet rumble that spread through your veins, “No need to whine. I told you you could take all of me.”

You purred something for the sake of answering.

With that said, his hands steadied your hips, roughly pulling down onto a sharp thrust. He did it again, and again, pounding in your abused hole with a feral pace, and the harsh sting between each thrust was going to hurt even more tomorrow. But it didn’t matter, you already knew you would be more red and blue than your natural color. What was a bruise or two in the grand scheme of things if you could reach orgasm?

Benimaru was close to his own bliss and nothing was in his way of reaching it.

The friction of his pubic hair on your clit, his pace and the angle of his thrusts, it was all too much. Your steady release grew back in your lower stomach, feverishly pulsating in a way no other man had ever done to you. Nothing could describe the pleasure that wrangled your body other than twisted euphoria. The increasing aria of moans you sang, an omen to your impending fall. With a last thrust, you exploded, face twisted by your sudden enlightenment, body arching before slumping back on the ground -hot, tired and utterly satisfied. You even inched away from his thrusts.

But he didn’t stop, grabbing your hips back to him. In fact…

He moved at a frantic pace, one that had you gasping in mild discomfort and clutching above your head for something to ground you.

The first few thrusts were uncomfortable, it felt too raw, too sensitive. He was fucking you through the aftershocks. He kept going until you were shaking and pulsating, kissing and biting the calves thrown over his shoulders. “Come on, you can give me another.”

You felt too hot, too bare and too fragile, overwhelmed and sobbing, unaware that your tears combined with your dazed glare was utterly desirable to him. So helpless and needy, it was exactly how he wanted you, how he imagined you during the darkest hour of his lonely nights.

The slide of unyielding hardness against your inner walls and-

You gasped, back arching as he hit the right spot. He smirked and the smugness in his eyes was almost too much but you met his hips, one leg falling from his shoulder and his face twisted and-

“Faster!” You ordered, one hand seeking refuge in his hair while you bunched your nails in his buttcheek. He groaned, a wrecked sound of pleasure but did as you said.

Your release was coming too fast and promised violent pleasure. He was bringing you to new heights never reached before and the fall vowed to be as brutal as the flight but you kept going, ready to take the hit head-on.

You came first, back-arching, pressing him closer to you and eyes unseeing before going boneless.

Benimaru pressed into you once, twice, before he released a low growl that was the sexiest sound you had ever heard and came inside you, body shuddering.

You sighed, the sound breathless and painfully soft, like you had been waiting too long and too much and had finally entirely given in.

You were a puddle of smug satisfaction muddled in your pleasure and heavy eyelids that begged to be closed.

You should have done that sooner.

He went to pull out but you shakily stopped him, begging him to have mercy and wait a little bit longer. You had yet to touch the ground. He heaved a satisfied sigh, pushing your other leg away before softly pecking your lips, holding you close.

He pushed you far beyond your limit. He would soothe you back together.

His embrace belonged more to a lover than a fuck buddy but it wasn’t something you would talk about. He cradled the back of your head, bringing you closer to his neck, and rolled on his side. Once he placed you the way he wanted, he planted a kiss on your damp hair and-

“Good girl,” his praise was rough and almost timid, as if he wasn’t used to saying it, “You did well.”

You soaked in his praise like a sponge, absorbing the validation like water in the desert, and in your state, you thought that if Benimaru was praising you then it was the truth. The man was honest to a fault. Your walls quivered and Benimaru groaned. “You should stop doing that if you know what’s good for you. I can take you a second time.”

You whimpered your disagreement, a tinge of fear on your face. His eyes creased with mirth, inwardly laughing at your state. Benimaru only knew how to wreak havoc and he certainly wrecked you. You, usually so proud, strong and independent, reduced to a fawn in his arms. His face was dripping with smug satisfaction.

The night was hot and intense but worn fingertips danced over your back, feather-light touches that only brought you into the world of dreams faster.

If only you could stay like that for-

“Oi, don’t fall asleep on me.” You moaned your unhappiness at being disturbed, trying to burrow yourself deeper in his arms but he kept shaking you awake. “We can’t stay here, we’re lucky no one interrupted us.”

Your tongue was heavy and your throat was raw but you still willed them to move. “I would have been more surprised if they interrupted us. We were anything but quiet.”

Benimaru shook you off his arm, ignoring your unhappy noises and the movement lodged his dick slightly deeper. You shivered at that. “Hina and Hika are still roaming around. The others should be at the bar.”

“Ah. The tiny gangsters.”

He clicked his tongue and moved away and out of you. You whined at the absence, not sure you were ready to have him out of you yet. “Oi.” There was a warning, one that told you he would fight you over his girls.

You snorted and jabbed a finger in his chest. Perhaps it was your fearlessness talking but you couldn’t find him intimidating, not when he was previously balls deep in you, making the most sinful noises you were blessed to hear. “It’s the truth and you can’t deny it.”

And because he couldn’t deny it, he chose to ignore it entirely. “Come on, you can stay in my room.”

How he managed to move, let alone put on his clothes was beyond you. You pouted as he put on his happi, hiding the streaked back you gave him - the trails of your nails went down to his ass and damn, weren’t you proud of yourself.

“Good because I don’t think I could have gone back home.” A grimace tore your face as you tried to massage the numbness out of your lower half. You’ve said ‘break my back like a glowstick’ before but now that it had happened, you weren’t sure you would repeat it again. It hurt and burned like hellfire. “I’m not even sure I can walk, to be fair.”

You observed him freeze in the doorway, already ready to leave the altar of your sins. You saw him considering the pros and cons of leaving you behind, of washing his hands off of you and leaving you to fend for yourself. He might be the reason for your soreness but you were the reason all of this happened. (Not that he complained.)

Indignation shot through you and you hissed: “Don’t leave me there.”

He sighed, closing his eyes before coming back to collect you, draping your haori over your naked form and whatever else he could find. “That’s what you get for teasing me.”

He rose up to his feet, you in his arms as if you weighed nothing.

“We should stop by the entrance to get my bag, and the bathroom. Actually, the bathroom should be the first stop. I’m covered in your spit and sweat and your semen is trickling down my thighs. Also, the floor needs to be washed-”

He cut you off with a kiss. “I get it. It can wait tomorrow.”

The door leading to the guardhouse closed behind you, your indignation and your sore pride.

The end. To be continued?

[altisee]

A Long Night

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Akitaru Obi x F!Reader

Summary: The contents of your secret stash escaped like curses from Pandora's Box. After years of waiting, Obi decided not to hold himself back anymore.

Warning: 18+ content, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), mutual masturbation, use of a dildo, mentions of other sex toys.

Words: 2296

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"Captain Obi!" you shouted like a kid calling the attention of your Captain all the way from his office, glowering at Shinra and Arthur, who were fighting inside your room. Initially, the three of you were looking for a movie to watch for the coming weekend. It started when Shinra picked up a film with a puzzled look on his face, and Arthur butted in, asking whether the story was about a hero or a knight. Of course, Shinra insisted it was about a hero, so their stupid fight about which one is better followed.

Obi entered the crowded room wearing his usual black shirt and the upper part of his orange jumpsuit tied on his waist. "What's wrong?" looking up at you, who was standing on a stool trying to reach the top of your dresser. "Captain! Those kids freaking threw the movie above my closet," glaring at the two who weren't even trying to help you get it. Arthur folded his arms in front. "But it's not a good movie if it's not about a knight."

"Hm?"

"a Knight King; it's not good if it's not about a Knight King." Arthur immediately corrected himself.

"Alright, get out now." Obi placed his hands at their backs and shoved them outside your room. "I hope Captain Shinmon beats you to death later in your training!" you shouted before Obi finally closed the door.

"Who's being a kid now?" He chuckled, looking at you, still trying to reach the top with your petite frame. He liked the view; with your arm stretched like that, the outline of your curves is perfectly seen. From your chest to your small waist down to your hips that bounce each time you tiptoe.

He gotta admit, the thought crossed his mind for several occasions now. What would your lips taste like, how your body would feel against his, or you crying his name. "Obi, are you not going to help me?" you pouted cutely, looking at him with those puppy eyes. His thoughts stopped when you called him, and he was grateful for the interruption; otherwise, he would definitely get a boner from what he was imagining.

"Careful," holding your hand to assist you from coming down the stool. It took Obi a couple of seconds with his height to reach the film you were hopelessly trying to get. He raised one of his eyebrows, looking at it. "Titanic? Seriously? and they thought it was about a hero and a knight?" you rolled your eyes. "I don't know how their brains work." Your laughs filled the room, but it was shortly replaced by the sound of the wood cracking. The stool couldn't hold the buffed Captain's weight causing him to slip and bump against your drawer. The impact was heavy enough to topple the box above, landing in the man who was brushing his head from the fall.

When faced with an Infernal, your body's fight-or-flight response switch quickly turns on. But in this case, when your secret stash lands perfectly in Obi's lap, your entire body freezes. Oh god. It took you a couple of seconds to realize what was happening before finally making a move. Kneeling to his side and shoving the toys back in the container like curses that escaped from Pandora's box.

Obi was stunned. You've been friends for years, and he didn't know you had it in you. For him, well, even Hinawa agrees that you had this innocence in the air around you. He always felt guilty lusting after you because of that. He couldn't even make a move on you because he thought it would appear like he was preying after you. But you are not as innocent as he thought; I don't need to hold back anymore then.

The room grew quiet, with only the clattering of your sexual devices can be heard. Obi was just watching you hurriedly clean up the mess, and you were pleading to the Sun god to turn back time even for just a few moments. The silence was killing you, and Obi was the one who broke it. Looking at the fuzzy cuffs, vibrator, whip, and plugs that were scattered on the floor, he asked, "Since when were you into those?"

Since you started with the 8th. You were busy training to improve your pyrokinesis, so you won't fall behind the third generation. Dating was out of the equation, but it doesn't mean you don't want to get laid. Buying those was more efficient when you realized you had to invest time in a night out just to get someone in your pants. You know your body better than any stranger anyways, and just thinking about how you have to show them how you like to do it is taxing.

Words won't come out of your mouth, not knowing where to begin. "Were you that desperate for a dick?" He stood up and went to the door. You couldn't meet his face, afraid to see disappointment or disgust in it. You thought it was nice of him to just leave and save you from the embarrassment of having to explain until you heard the lock click.

You looked over your shoulders, but your eyes widened when they were met with the prominent swelling that formed in Obi's pants. He's... hard? You gazed up at him, and he bent down to cup your chin. "It's your fault I'm this hard, you know." Grabbing one of your arms, he pulled you up. "Sit." He said, looking at the well-made bed covered in white sheets.

You sat on your mattress obediently, placing the box you were holding in the corner of your bed as your feet fidget on the floor from nervousness. Is Obi mad? He grabbed a chair, placing it less than a meter to sit in front of you. Seeing how huge the bulge in between his thighs made you blush.

"Show me then," he ordered. "Show me how you use these toys to fuck yourself." Your body trembled at the thought of Obi watching you as you felt the heat start forming between your legs. At first, you thought he wasn't serious, but he began to lower his own pants, finally releasing the ache from his throbbing length.

"Are you going to undress, or should I strip you?" You gulped. He was usually kind and sweet when he talked to you, and now filthy words are coming out of his mouth, but you don't hate this side of him. In fact, you like it. You started unbuttoning your shirt, revealing your breasts that were barely covered by a lacy fabric. You gracefully stood up, slipping your shorts down, in one smooth movement, with your panties that had a darker color from being soaked by your wetness.

Sitting back down, your upper body is now left partially covered by your unbuttoned shirt and bra with a totally exposed bottom. It was a lethal combination, an erotic view that made Obi's cock erect harder as he started to pump it slow.

You can feel his sharp stare on your skin, sending chills to your horny body. You grabbed a silicon dildo from the box, sensually opening your legs. Shifting his view from your rounded breast, following your left hand as they glided in one of your thighs, slowly until it reached your folds, parting them and letting your fingertips play over your glistening core.

Your naked body was exposed to him. He could see your luscious nub and the dampness of your center. Increasing the speed of his strokes, Obi grunted at the lewd scene he was watching.

You positioned the rounded head of the silicon toy near your already wet entrance, inserting just the tip slowly in your opening, then pulling it out again. Repeating the movement a few times, enough to lubricate the toy with your sex. You moaned as you inserted it entirely but slowly in your slit. "Oh shit," Obi said under his breath as he watched the dildo disappear inside you, pumping his own length faster.

You began to move it firmly and deeper within your folds until your hips started moving with the rhythm. You wanted to close your eyes from the ecstasy that was filling you, but they were fixed on Obi's hard dick. Seeing that he's enjoying himself as he watches you get off drives you closer to your climax.

He saw you gripped one hand on the white sheet as you repeatedly pounded the dil inside, rubbing against your walls. Now he was jealous of how that thing can make you whimper in pleasure. He wanted to touch you more, get a taste of your soaking bud, imagining it was him inside you instead. Stroking faster, he groaned at his own release; some of his white cum spilled on your stomach while you tensed up, falling on your back, crying in your own orgasm.

Obi stood up, breathing heavily as he stepped towards you, looking at your weakened body lying on the bed. Without allowing your brain to catch up with your pleasure, you shuddered as he pulled the toy out of your sensitive entrance, tossing it at the side. "Clean it." Holding his dick that was wet from his own cum.

You got up submissively, feeling the warm liquid flow at the side of your belly. Seeing his member closer, and despite cumming earlier, he was still huge. You grabbed the base of his length with your right hand, and you felt his cock twitch when the tip entered your mouth. "Fuck." you heard him say under his heavy breaths as you circle it with your tongue. He grabbed the back of your head, guiding it in and out of his length.

Obi could just shove his dick inside you and get it over with, but he doesn't want this to end quickly. He waited long, so he could finally taste you. He'll make sure your body will remember every time you see him and beg for him to fuck you.

You pulled away from his to fill your lungs with air, "Obi, I-" he kissed you. Giving you plenty of time to pull away if you didn't want it, and when you didn't, he placed his hand behind your head to deepen the kiss. He licked your lips, asking for permission to enter, and you gave a small opening that was immediately explored by his hot tongue.

He broke the kiss so you could finally catch your breath while he turned his attention to your neck. Trailing the sides with his tongue, going up to nibble your ears, causing a soft moan to escape your mouth. "I didn't know you had it in you," he said, "If I did, I would've done this a long time ago." your cheeks felt warm. Obi has always wanted to fuck you, and you are no different.

He brushed your already erected nipples with his thumb and bent down to tease them with his tongue, making you whimper. "If you don't want this, I can stop." You shook your head. "I-I don't hate it," you muttered quietly to yourself, forming a smile on his face.

He pushed your back against the soft mattress, shifting some of his weight as he sat on your thighs that allowed his cock to nudge your core. "Damn, Y/N, you're soaking wet," He started drawing circles on your clit with his thumb. "So, who were you thinking of while you get off on those toys?" He smirked at you. "Y-you," moaning as he inserted his fingers in. "I-I was thinking of you, Obi." He's enjoying the way you quiver as he fuck you with his hands, seeing your thighs shaking in pleasure.

"You always call me by my name when we're alone," he grunted in disapproval. You groaned when he removed his digits swiftly, letting all the fluid come out of your slit. "Akitaru, please, more," you begged.

He spread your legs and pressed your knees near your chest. "Don't worry, I won't stop. I'll fuck you until you cry my name over and over again." He hovered his body above you, lining his shaft in your entrance, finally thrusting his entire length inside. The stretch was painful, but the intense pleasure overwhelmed you.

Your body quivered each time he slid himself fully inside you. One hand cupping your breast, the other holding your thighs so he can keep grinding against you. His fullness was too much to bear, making you moan harder. "Akitaru, you are so-" you gasped. "ah, fuck, you are so good."

Your mind was going blank as you allowed yourself to be dominated by him. You didn't even have to tell him how you wanted to do it; he was that good. With every thrust hitting that sensitive spot, he felt you clench your walls around his shaft, moaning his name as your orgasm weakened your entire body. He kept fucking you until he felt his own spasm, withdrawing his dick and releasing his load in your stomach.

The sound of his heavy breaths mixed in perfect harmony with your own pants. He lay down beside you, and both of you stayed still for a few minutes before he grabbed the tissue on your bedside table to clean his cum off you.

"If it weren't for the fuss earlier, this wouldn't happen," you said as you lifted your body. "I guess I should thank those two-"

Your words trailed off as you saw Obi take a blindfold and the fuzzy cuffs out of the box.

...Or not?

"What? Shouldn't we go through the rest as well?" smiling with a mischief look in his eyes. You gulped. It's gonna be a long night, huh?