#tw:public sex

[semisgroupie]

oct 3rd: gojo satoru

gojo satoru x fem. reader

wc: 3.3k

warnings: yandere, size kink, stalking, creepy satoru, public sex, fingering (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms (f!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, slight dumbification, satoru is OBSESSED with you, photo taking, hints at violence, bribery, breaking and entering, panty stealing, mention of naoya x fem. reader but it’s very brief

synopsis: having a one night stand with who you think is some random guy in the club might not always be the best idea

Breakups were tough, you absolutely hated them but what you hated most was the numb feeling you felt the weeks following the breakup.

The numbness that would just consume you and leave you walking around like an empty carcass until you found something to fill you. That something always was a night filled with alcohol and sweaty dancing then ended with a quick fuck from the hottest guy you could find at the club. It was something that you’ve gotten used to especially with your most recent ex, dealing with three breakups before you two officially decided that this breakup would be the last time. You definitely needed to find a new way to cope with breakups but until you could find a new method, this one would work just fine.

You shimmied yourself in a new skin tight dress you bought just for tonight and grabbed your clutch purse and made your way out the door. There was a new nightclub that opened up a couple streets from your apartment and it would be a new scene for you, maybe even a new beginning but you weren’t hoping for that much.

You maneuvered your way through the sweaty and drunk bodies that were pressed against each other on the dance floor, pushing away any creeps that tried to cop a feel. When you finally made it to the bar you let out an exaggeratedly loud sigh before ordering your drink. Once you had the martini glass in hand you turned to look at everyone, trying to scout out who you’d let take you home tonight. Before you could really look through the crowd someone immediately caught your eye. He was moving through the crowd, his white hair and beautiful eyes were like pristine crystal orbs, just captivating you as he moved closer and closer. The closer he got the bigger he became too.

Your breath hitched in your throat as he moved to stand next to you, making you look so small next to him. He ordered his drink and you had to fight the urge to press your thighs together and whimper. God, what wasn’t attractive about him? His voice had a deep timbre with the perfect rasp, he even smelled good too, slightly sweet with a tinge of spice.

As he turned slightly you immediately shifted your gaze away from him, not wanting to get caught staring at him like he’s the first man you’ve ever seen.

“You know it’s rude to stare at someone right?” He leaned down to whisper by your ear, hints of mint mixed with alcohol in his breath. Your cheeks burned as if you had a million sun rays inside them. You took a sip of your drink to try to calm down before turning to him.

“Maybe you’ve had a few too many drinks, I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” He laughed and shook his head, it was the poorest retort you’ve ever come up with and he obviously saw right through it.

“Yeah sure, I’m Satoru by the way.” He stuck his hand out and your eyes widened as you placed your hand in his, if he decided to close his fist your hand would no longer be visible. He took your hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss against your knuckles before releasing your hand. “And your name?”

“Y/N.”

He smiled and nodded, “beautiful name for the most beautiful woman I’ve seen.” The comment was one of the corniest ones you’ve heard in your adult life but it still caused the blood to rush to your cheeks. Hearing a compliment like that from an Adonis like him no matter how cheesy it was, would fluster you.

The rest of the night was spent with you two drinking at the bar, dancing and led you two to the position where you two were now, against one of the few empty spaces of one of the walls in the club making out. His lips were soft and you could taste the liquor he had off his tongue. His large hands pinned your hips against his, rocking you against him hard enough for you to feel how his cock twitched. To say you were getting wet was an understatement, you were practically dripping down your thighs at this point. Your mind was clouded with lust and you had half a mind to just pull him into one of the bathrooms to finally get what you wanted most. But, you had some class so bathroom sex was off the table unless he initiated it.

He broke the kiss and leaned down to your ear, slightly panting which made your arousal pool even more. “How about we get out of here and head to my place? It’s a couple minute walk, if you could wait that long.” You could hear the smirk grow on his lips before he pulled away so you could see it for yourself.

“Lead the way.” You shouted over the music and he took your hand in his and made his way to the exit. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your clit was throbbing. You needed him badly and by the way he was practically pushing his way through the crowd, he needed you just as badly. You let out a small sigh once the fresh air hit your face, hopefully that would be able to cool your overheated body off. You glanced over at Satoru, finally seeing him in better lighting and your heart started pounding faster. He was insanely attractive, perfectly chiseled and you couldn’t doubt that he worked out with the way his shirt clung to his muscles. He glanced back at you, the smirk still on his face. “What did I tell you about staring, darling? Or do I have to teach you some manners?”

A small whimper left your lips and you broke your gaze, transfixing it to your shoes as you continued walking with him. “S-sorry.” A meek apology was all that could leave you until you two reached his building. It was a luxury building and your eyes widened at the sight of it. He led you inside and walked past the security desk to the elevators. “This is a really beautiful building, the rent must be really expensive.”

He chuckles and shrugs as he presses the button to the elevator. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.” Your eyes widened a bit, this place was extremely expensive, you couldn’t even afford to live in the storage closet with the salary you made. You wanted to ask about his work but all thoughts were brushed aside when the elevator came and he led you inside. Once the door closed he swiped his key card, pressed the button to the top floor, pinned you against the wall and kissed you deeply, almost bruising as his tongue explored your mouth. His fingers slid up your thigh and grazed the hem of your dress before moving up higher to drag his finger along your clothed slit. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me already. Do you always get this wet when a stranger kisses you?” He kissed you again before you could even answer and pulled your panties to the side so he could slip two fingers inside you.

Only if you could really comprehend the falsity in just the word stranger. He was by no means a stranger and you weren’t one to him, he knew who you were for almost a year now but you never met him formally. He has been waiting for the right moment to strike but you always got distracted by some random drunk at the club or your incompetent boyfriend. Only if your guard wasn’t always down when you were out and about, then you would’ve recognized him from the chill that would run down your spine when you were out with your best friend or running around doing errands. He couldn’t forget the first time he saw you, he was new to the neighborhood and was dragged to one of the most popular clubs in the neighborhood by one of his friends, he didn’t want to go but the second he saw you walk through the crowd and thoughts of leaving quickly flew out the window. He was instantly enamored by you but just as quickly as you walked past him, you walked out clinging onto the arm of some random guy.

His blood boiled at the sight, no guy deserved to be in your presence, let alone touch you. So, he went out to follow you and the guy, he kept a reasonable distance between you two and that was when he learned where you lived. The following weeks he learned your frequent spots, where you worked and your routine. Still you were clueless to the eyes on you, the footsteps that followed yours every corner you turned. There were some moments when you felt you were being watched so when you turned around with your keys in hand to see nothing, you just continued on your way. Little did you know he just turned to hide in between some buildings or crouched his large frame behind some garbage cans.

He also learned about your boyfriend, Naoya or nincompoop, same thing to him. The guy was a massive asshole but no matter what he did to you, you always came running back to him so Satoru decided to end your relationship for good. It was easy, just a threat and a little bribe and that was it. But he did feel guilty when he saw the breakup go down, you looked so hurt, so broken and he wanted nothing more than to go to you and put the pieces of your broken heart back together. But he couldn’t, just not yet. He still had some business to handle before he could swoop in and be your superman. After dealing with your past one night stands and your now ex boyfriend he had to get himself ready for you. The main thing was to get rid of all the pictures he took of you and get rid of any clothes stained with the blood of said past one night stands and your ex boyfriend, they weren’t too injured but they knew not to go near you ever again and knew not to go to the police.

Call him old fashioned but he had some polaroid pictures of you stored in his bedside drawer along with some panties he snagged from your apartment. He needed to warn you about leaving your spare key in such an obvious place but that was a problem for another day. He’s had this day planned for months and now he could finally execute it, he knew after one night with him he could snag you in his trap to make sure you were his and only his and if that wasn’t enough to convince you then he had his methods but he was sure his plan would work. It was foolproof.

His fingers pumped inside you at a leisurely pace while you whimpered and moaned against his lips. He wanted to take you right then and there but just as he moved his hand to undo his belt the elevator stopped at the top floor. The doors opened to reveal his penthouse apartment. He slipped his fingers out of you and moved his hands to the backs of your thighs, “jump.” You hooked your arms around his neck and jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist as you met his lips again. He walked inside and kissed you back deeply. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass as he ground your hips against his. He moved back slightly, panting against your lips, “where do you want me to fuck you? Or should I choose?”

You could barely think, let alone make a decision, “you choose, I just need you to fuck me.” He chuckled and crashed his lips back against yours as he made his way to the balcony. Why not make your first time with him memorable? Plus, he had it planned anyway. He walked out with you and dropped you onto the couch, he moved between your legs and hiked your dress up ‘accidentally’ ripping it in the process then moved down to your panties, ripping those off you and tossing them to the side. He had more for you tucked away in a special drawer anyways. Once they hit the ground he spread your legs and dropped his head down, latching onto your clit and sucking harshly. Your eyes widened and a gasp of his name left your lips. He ravaged you like a man starved and you were in complete euphoria. His mouth licked all over where you needed him most and before you knew it you were crying out his name as your orgasm washed over you but he didn’t stop. His tongue kept running over your folds, cleaning any traces of your orgasm off of you as he moved to rip another one right out of you.

You moved your hands down to try to push his head away, it was pleasurable but it was too much for you in one sitting. “S-Satoru please, fuck I’m too sensitive.” He pulled off and placed his palm over your cunt, gently rubbing into it. His lips, cheeks and chin were soaked in your juices, his pink tongue poked out to clean his lips and he chuckled. “Sorry beautiful but I haven’t had enough. Just let me do as I please and then I’ll fuck you. All you need to do is feel good for me, okay?” He moved his hand away and kitten licked your clit before pressing a kiss to it. “Okay.” You couldn’t deny him and you couldn’t deny yourself, he was someone you needed to fill the void during a time like this. Someone who could make your mind turn to mush and make you forget about everything in the world.

After two more orgasms you couldn’t even think of anything but his name. If it wasn’t for him spelling his name out on your cunt then you probably would’ve forgotten that too. He pulled away from your swollen cunt and moved to undo his pants, he quickly got rid of them and his boxers, showing you his cock. Your eyes widened at the sight, even in your already fucked out state you couldn’t deny that his cock was one of the biggest you’ve seen in a long time. Hell, it was probably the biggest you’ve had.

His tongue clicking against his teeth pulled you out of your trance and you looked up to meet his eyes, now darkened with lust. “And here I thought I warned you enough about staring. It’s not a polite thing to do but I’ll let it slide for now.” He dropped down a bit and hooked your legs around his waist with one hand while the other hooked around the deep neckline of your dress and yanked it down, the thin spaghetti straps snapping from the sheer force. “Oops, didn’t realize how strong I was.” He winked at you and before you could wrack your brain around a possible response he slammed his cock into you. The stretch alone making you cum around his cock, making this your fourth orgasm of the night. “Hm, how many was that now? Three? No, it was four. Hm, I’ll make you six times before I fill you with my cum.”

Without warning he snapped his hips into yours and started pounding into you. You couldn’t even question whether he meant that he was going to make you cum two more times to make it six or if he was going to make you cum six more times on his cock but you prayed to whatever god out there that it was the former, you didn’t know if you could handle ten orgasms. Your ex would only bring you to two orgasms before it was over and when you were alone the most you could bring yourself to was three, maybe four on a good day before you were out of it. But with the way the night was going, you began to think that it would be the latter rather than the former and as his hips continued drilling into yours. After each orgasm he pulled you into different positions, on all fours, on top, in a full nelson so you could see his cock drilling into you, he bent you over the couch and bent you in half in a piledriver so you could feel him even deeper before he lifted you and made you hold onto the railing of the balcony as he pounded into you. You could barely hold yourself and your throat was growing hoarse from all the screaming you’ve been doing.

His hand snaked around your hip and went down to rub your swollen clit, “just cum for me once more, you can do it for me baby.” Your legs shook and if it weren’t for his tight grip on you then you’re sure you would’ve fell, “Satoru! Satoru fuck!” He groaned and continued thrusting into you, “cry my name out louder, let everyone in this fucking town know who’s making you feel like this. Cry it louder.” He snapped his hips into yours harder, each time you screamed out his name. He needed to hold himself back just a little more, just one more orgasm for you and then he’ll fill you up. He could finally mark you as his, finally keep you as his. He wouldn’t need to fight anyone off, he wouldn’t need to resort to any desperate measures to keep guys away from you. He wouldn’t need to bribe the police and doctors to keep the random attacks hidden from the public. All his work wouldn’t be for nothing, he’ll finally have you.

He’ll finally have you.

It took a few more thrusts for you to cum all over his cock which instantly triggered his own orgasm. He dropped his head down and bit down on your neck as his hips continued moving, thrusting all his cum inside you. His arms moved up and wrapped around you tightly when your grip on the railing finally let up. “I got you. I got you.” He pulled out and scooped you into his arms, you were limp in his hold but still had a fucked out smile on your face. He leaned down to kiss you, whether you reciprocated it now meant nothing, the first time your lips met sealed your fate. There was no escape now, you were his and his alone.

“S-Satoru?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as he walked back inside the penthouse to his bedroom. “Yes beautiful?”

“Where have you been all my life? If I met you sooner so much would be different.” He didn’t know what caused those words to fall from your lips, maybe it was all the orgasms and the booze, maybe you actually meant it but it still made his heart swirl in his chest.

“I’ve been around all the time, you just didn’t notice me.” He set you down on his bed and removed the rest of your dress in exchange for one of his shirts. God you looked so beautiful, one picture wouldn’t hurt. Instead of his handy disposable, he took out his phone and snapped a few pictures of you. He changed into pajama pants and laid down behind you, pulling you to his chest. “All mine, you’re all mine now.” This was the start of your forever with Satoru, you wouldn’t need anyone or anything else but him and he’ll make sure of it.

He’ll do anything for you, love knows no bounds and neither does he. Maybe he’ll have to dig back in his bribery stash but that wasn’t important now, now he had you and that was all he needed and it would be all you need.

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[inkykeiji]

say you’ll love me to death, cause i will

character: todoroki touya | dabi x fem!reader

genre: smut

notes: alright, so we’ve discussed how touya-nii would react to encountering the man who took your virginity, but let's talk about how you would respond to running into the woman who took touya’s. set in my touya-nii au! as always please heed the warnings and stay safe! | title credit: RUNRUNRUN by dutch melrose

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, pseudocest (stepcest), public sex, minimal prep, extreme jealousy, toxic relationship

words: 4.7k

synopsis:

“Well, that’s alright! How long have you two been together?”  And, oh, the giggle that bubbles past your lips is downright sinister, fucking caustic, burning your tongue and eroding your teeth.  No, you’re not his girlfriend, or his partner, or his significant other.  You’re something so much better. 

You’re off minding your own business, legs swinging idly on a bar stool as you wait for your designated reservation time, when it happens, when she appears. 

“Touya?”

The name cuts through the blurred noise of the restaurant, both yours and Touya’s attention snapping to the source: a woman, late twenties or so, waving a little in indication on the other side of the bar. 

She’s snaking through the patchy crowd, busy unfastening her hair from the intricate bun its been woven into—a requisite for all the waitresses at this establishment—eyes bright, smile brighter. 

You don’t even know who she is; not technically, anyway, had never thought to press the issue any further than a simple how’d it happen, had never cared enough to try—especially not when he had been sleeping with so many others right in front of you. 

It hadn’t seemed to matter much then. Not the way it matters now.

But she exists, because she must, because somebody would’ve had to take it, would’ve had to be the first, one way or another.

Doesn’t mean you have to like it. 

She’s pretty, but you wouldn’t expect any less. Touya stands as she reaches the two of you, pulling your body up with him.

But then Touya greets her, a name you’ve heard kicked around every now and then, and it all fully, finally clicks. 

Touya’s first. 

“Oh my God,” she’s gushing, “I haven’t seen you in—What’s it been now? Over ten years?” 

“Just about,” he responds easily, readjusting his grasp reassuringly on your hip as you cling to him, large palm flattening against your abdomen and hugging you closer to his side, tucked protectively beneath his arm.

“What are the chances! You look...” her eyes scan his body once, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, then back up again, and your fingers flex, coiled and rigid in the material of his shirt, stiff joints already aching. “Wow, incredible!”

“Thanks,” Touya says, an awkward lull in the conversation when he doesn’t repay the compliment. 

Their discussion meanders for a little bit—how have you been, what are you doing now, remember when...?—most of it muddled by the blood roaring in your ears and jealousy burning in your throat. 

But then her fingertip is just barely grazing his forearm as she points in indication at the ink etched into his skin, and your ears tune into their frequency again, white-hot fury slicing through hazy envy.

“I remember when you started this one,” she’s reminiscing. “You finally finished all of the pieces,” she says with another appreciative glance, and you grip him tighter, the skin of your knuckles pulled so taut it’s starting to hurt. “It’s so breathtaking to see them all come together.”

And you hate the way she speaks to him with a certain type of familiarity; an old friend, effortless and full of laughs, someone who knew him long before you did, when you were only in grade school.  

God, how rude of her not to introduce herself, she’s telling you as she finally turns toward you, finally takes notice of you, rooted in Touya’s side; a growth he planted there himself, shoved between his ribs and engrained in his soul, roots so tangled you’re both irremovable, inseparable, now.

She holds out her hand in greeting, but you only clutch Touya more firmly, nails scraping against starched cashmere, face half-hidden in his chest, childish and petulant. 

The woman’s smile drops from her face, a slow drooping of her mouth as her forehead crinkles, confusion bleeding through her features.

“She’s shy,” Touya says as way of explanation, but that wolfish smile is stretched sharply across his cheeks, teeth gleaming in the dim light.

“I see,” she says, almost hesitantly, her eyes lingering on you for a moment longer before they flit back to Touya’s face, expression brightening again. “Well, that’s alright! How long have you two been together?” 

And, oh, the giggle that bubbles past your lips is downright sinister, fucking caustic, burning your tongue and eroding your teeth. 

No, you’re not his girlfriend, or his partner, or his significant other. 

You’re something so much better. 

“Oh, we’re not a couple. This is my little sister.” 

And, oh, how this is always your favourite part.  

You know that it’s his favourite part, too. 

Because the way that shock and disgust eats through their confusion, fucking devours any other emotion on their face, is better than anything else in the entire world. The way their expression churns into something twisted and repulsed sends sordid little thrills racing through your veins, blood buzzing with adrenaline.

The two of you must be such a fucking sight, expressions handcrafted by the Devil himself,  with glowing eyes—gluttonous gazes gobbling up every little expression, two pairs wide and  frantic as they glide across her face—and smug little smirks, points of your mouths so sharp they could pierce the flesh of a fingertip if touched. 

Her voice sputters a little, snagging in her throat as she struggles to find the proper words, blinking rapidly, as if trying to clear the scene in front of her. 

“I—Uh, I didn’t know you had another little sister?” 

It’s phrased as a question, her voice beginning to tremble, unnerved as her stare swaps between your faces.

“My mom remarried,” Touya says simply. “This one came packaged with the deal.” 

He jostles you in his arms a little—showing off his favourite, precious, most coveted prize—and you cuddle into him, burrowing into his chest a little, fingers flexing in his dress shirt as you clutch him tighter, gathering healthy handfuls of cashmere in your scrunched palms, buttons beginning to strain beneath the strength of your grip. 

And he states it proudly, as if he’s glad to own you, to be your big brother, to call you his, staring down at you with so much fondness it melts his hard eyes, sapphire turned to something thick and gooey.

“Oh,” the woman responds, but her voice wavers through a wobbly smile on her face, lips unsure if they want to grin or grimace. “That’s cool.” 

“Yeah,” Touya responds, though his eyes do not leave yours, voice softening. “I got pretty fuckin’ lucky. Don’t think I could’ve asked for anything better.” 

You can feel the sick, sadistic glee radiating off of him in dense waves—something heavy, something intoxicating—and, if this girl knows him well enough, you’re sure she can, too. 

It’s so thick it’s nearly suffocating, but you breathe it in readily, greedily, draw it into your lungs and let it marinate in your tissues—infect, consume, decay. 

“We should go for drinks sometime!” her unnaturally chipper tone snaps the trance, draws both of your gazes back to her. “You know, to catch up and all that.”  

A noise shudders your ribs, something between a growl and a whine, and Touya laughs as if it’s so fucking cute, looking back down at you with so much adoration in his eyes it’s nearly spilling past his lashes.  

“Nah, I’m good,” he says, but his stare never breaks yours. “Thanks for the offer, though.” 

“Mr. Todoroki?” a smooth voice floats above the indistinct murmur of the venue. “Your table is ready.” 

“Ah, that’s us,” Touya says to you. 

“It was nice—”

But you’re already turning away, a single entity in the way you move, think, breathe, be. 

“I don’t like her,” you’re grumbling as Touya guides you toward the hostess, not caring that she’s still very clearly in earshot, the confession spilling from your mouth almost subconsciously, having pried past your lips, desperate to be heard. 

“I can tell, baby,” Touya snorts, though the smile on his face is soft. 

“I—I don’t even wanna eat here anymore,” you sulk, feet starting to drag, words filtered through a deep pout. “And I don’t ever want to see her again!” 

It comes out as a demand, a little harsher and firmer than you had intended, uncharacteristically surly, and Touya stops. 

Blinking down at you, Touya’s face falls, features suddenly serious, all mirth evaporated from his expression in an instant. 

His head dips, voice dropped to a low, dire murmur—something secret, something just for you.

“You want me to kill her for you? Huh, princess? Does niichan need to get rid of her?” 

And, oh, how your heart soars, swells, swoops then nearly bursts from your ribs, desperate to claw its way from your chest and into the palms of its owner. Tears rush to cloud your eyes, vision thick and bleary, and two large hands cup your jaw, tilting your face to his.

“I’ll do it, baby, I swear to God. All you gotta do is say the word.” 

He will. You know he will. You love that he will.

“I love you,” you nearly whimper, hands pawing at him urgently, the words a garbled mess in your mouth, weighted with spit and tears. “I love you so much.” 

“I love you, too, sweetheart,” he laughs a little, but concern is warping his features, eyes sweeping across your face in search of an answer.

His hand squeezes your jaw gently, callouses decorating the pad of his palm scuffing your soft skin as he holds you in place. 

“Just tell niichan what he needs to do to make this better.”

Your gaze holds his for a moment, heavy and unblinking.

“Fuck me,” you finally say. “Remind me who I belong to, remind me who you belong to, remind the whole fucking world who we belong to.”

Sapphire turns to navy, lips spreading into something sinful. 

He can do that.

The parking lot is sparsely populated, rows of cars jagged and gapped like knocked out teeth. A small cluster of people hover outside the restaurant’s golden doors, encased in a hazy cloud of smoke and murmuring quietly amongst themselves, and a few people are scattered throughout the lot, just arriving or preparing to leave, but for the most part, you are alone. 

The Audi is parked near the back, narrowly missing a pool of white light from one of the tall lampposts. 

A chuckle is huffed from tattooed lips, shining eyes trained on your profile as you march toward the car, his long legs easily keeping up with your own. 

His baby is on a mission tonight. 

“You know, it’s really cute,” he’s saying as he presses you up against the driver’s door, “to see to see you so fucking determined.”

“Want everyone to know you belong to me,” you whine a little, forehead scrunching as your pout deepens. 

“Is that so?” 

“That is so.” 

“And how would you like to show everyone that niichan is yours?” he murmurs into your flesh, lips tracing the curve of your neck.

“Want—Want you to fuck me, right here.” 

“Right here?” his hips shove against yours in emphasis. “In the car?” 

“No,” your hips push back into his, back arching, already so needy for him. “Right here, in the parking lot. I want that bitch to see.”

And for once, you do not get scolded for such foul language. 

“Yeah?” Touya’s breathing into your mouth, hands already rucking up your little cocktail dress. “All out in the open where everyone can see how much of a little whore you are for your big brother?” 

“Right here, right here,” you’re nodding, words cracking with desperation. “Right now.” 

“So greedy, my little sister is.” 

“I don’t care,” you gasp. “Show them, Touya-nii, show them all.” 

And he’s so fucking hard you swear you can feel his cock throbbing with each rush of blood, each of your little pleads and dirty words sending another bout of it southward, swear you can feel it twitching and gorging with lust. 

“You don’t care, huh?” Hardened fingertips sink into the plush flesh of your ass, kneading a little as his hips gyrate in pitiful little circles, more teasing than anything else.

“No, no,” you’re shaking your head. “I want it now!” 

A palm collides with your flesh, hard and sharp, the sound echoing out among the space, chased by your resounding yelp. It draws a handful of glances from the throngs of people loitering around the restaurant’s entrance, but doesn’t keep their attention for long.

“Don’t be impatient, now,” Touya warns, but the glint in his eyes begs you to keep misbehaving. “Get my cock wet first.”

Your face falls as your fight fades, a small frown on your lips. 

“Wh-What?”

“You want my cock so badly, baby? Get it fucking wet, then.”

He pauses, watching you closely, smirk growing into something sinister when you freeze in hesitation.

“Aw, what’s wrong?” he pouts, and it’s so condescending it scathes your cheeks. “Not so bold and brave now? I thought you wanted everyone to know; I thought you wanted to show everyone who I belong to,” his tongue tuts, head shaking in mock disappointment, “and you can’t even take my cock down your throat?”

“I do,” you nearly growl, eyes flashing with sudden jealousy, uncharacteristically fierce. 

His expression softens, that sharp glint in his eye dulled to a smoldering glow, full of fondness. 

“Then get niichan’s cock wet,” he says, hips shoving against yours in emphasis again, “so he can fuck you properly.”

And although it is still very much a demand, a direct order, his voice is tender, his edges worn down by years of affection.

Sliding down his body, your fingers furl in the waistband of his suit pants and tug a little, pulling his hips closer to your face. The buckle of his belt clanks heavily as you tug it undone, the button on his trousers pops easily, and then you’re yanking them halfway down his thighs, freeing his cock.

It’s so fucking pretty, dusty pink from base to tip and smoother than the most expensive velvet, and you just can’t help but nuzzle your cheek into the head with a cute little hum, smearing a thick stroke of pearlescent pre-cum across your skin. 

But you know that Touya doesn’t like that, no matter how beautiful you look with his pre-cum slathered all over your face, that Touya can’t stand anything he deems even remotely teasing, and you’re quick to wrap a hand around the shaft as the beginnings of a growl rumble against his ribs, feeding him to yourself. 

“S’it, there you go,” he praises as you gorge on him, stuffing him down your throat in a single swallow, reflexive tears burning your eyes. 

Lashes flutter quickly, desperate to clear your vision, little drops of crystal collecting in the wispy strands. 

It’s pathetic, really, how much your heart soars with such bland praise. But it doesn’t matter, you don’t care, willing to soak up any scraps he’ll afford you, an addict endlessly chasing a fix.

You force your mouth open wider, hinges of your jaw stretching, straining, your tongue curling around the underside as you suck him in further, viscous globs of drool already beginning to collect at the corners of your lips. 

“Yeah, yeah, swallow me whole, baby,” he breathes, gaping pupils glittering with a thin ring of cobalt. “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous like this.”

A choked little whine, muted by his cockhead grinding itself into your throat, vibrates, evoking a cracked little moan of his own, hips twitching involuntarily, an instinctual reaction, searching for more.

The asphalt is rough against your knees, skinning them with superficial little scrapes as Touya fucks your mouth a few times; first slowly, breath huffed out through spit-slicked lips as he glides in steadily, inch by inch, voracious eyes watching as your wet mouth puckers around his shaft, coating it in thick, gleaming saliva.

He whimpers a little as the tip of your nose scrunches so cutely as he presses it to his pubic bone, holds it for a breath and savours the way your throat flutters with hiccups and gags before pulling nearly all the way from your mouth, repeating the process as he gains momentum; then faster, harder, cockhead rubbing against the back of your tongue, each quick stroke leaving bitter streaks of pre-cum.

And you hate how his palms are pressed against your ears, muffling every sweet sound you manage to elicit from him as he holds your head still, his thumbs pressing into your cheekbones, nails biting shallow crescents into the skin as they dig deeper, grasp tightening as your face becomes slippery with tears, cascading over his knuckles. 

Even so, his grip isn’t enough to keep the back of your skull from banging off the door of the Audi, each thrust procuring a dull thud of flesh against metal.

And, Christ, what a beautiful symphony it all creates; the rhythmic sound of your head thwacking against his car, the dainty jingle of his belt buckle, hanging heavy and undone and bouncing between your chin and his thigh, those precious gags and gurgles and sniffles and hiccups that he loves so much, choked off and snuffed out as his cock rams them back into your chest, the half-stifled sounds that keep shattering to pieces on his tongue, shards swallowed down with difficulty, scraping against the walls of his throat and leaving his voice ragged and raw. 

“Alright, alright, that’s enough,” he’s panting as his fingers thread through your hair, fisting at the roots and dragging you off of him. “S’a shame, because you look so pretty,” a rough thumb skims over your swollen, glossy lip, his gaze following its trajectory. “But I wanna cum in your cunt, not your throat.” 

And then he’s pulling you back up from the ground, strong arms wedged beneath your own and hoisting you into the air, your legs instinctually wrapping around his waist, locked securely at the ankles as they hook together at the base of his spine, thighs squeezing around his hips in anticipation. 

He pins you to the metal of the Audi, one palm securely cupping your ass as the other wraps around the base of his cock, hips inching back just enough to find your hole.

The head, now slicked with your spit, glides over your clit twice—a cheeky little tease, just to hear you whine his name again, all stringy and petulant through a swollen pout—then down your slit until it catches on your hole. 

It stings as he forces himself into you, always does no matter how wet you are, no matter how much you’ve slobbered all over his shaft, because Touya routinely refuses to prep you at all—not that you would’ve let him, not tonight—because he loves it, too, he loves it just as much as you do. 

He loves the sharp little hiss pushed through the gaps of your teeth by your tongue, he loves the gentle fluttering of your cunt as your most delicate skin stretches, splits itself open for him, to suck him in and swallow him down, he loves that sweet sigh that melts from your mouth as he bottoms out, slathered over his own huff of breath, conjoined relief. 

“Touya-nii, Touya-nii,” you’re whimpering out, fingers curling against his shoulders.

“M’here, baby, m’here,” he pants out, forehead pushing against your own, eyes slipped shut. 

And for a moment everything is still, breath held stagnant in swelling lungs as you both savour this feeling—of fullness, of closeness, of wholeness—appreciation unhindered by noisy exhales or slapping skin.

Then his hips are moving, gyrating in little circles that gain speed with each completed motion, cockhead grinding into your cervix.

He can’t exactly fuck you properly like this, can’t exactly fuck you like he wants to, like he normally would, not all out in the open like this.

But he manages to make do, the pace quick right from the start, shallow fast snaps of his hips that have the buckle of his belt is clanging against his car, leaving superficial little scratches just below the door handle.

It’s all still so fucking hot, though, his forehead pressed tightly to yours as he exhales nicotine-tinged breath across your face, each one pushed from his chest with the rapid little ruts of his hips. 

It’s all so fucking naughty, fucking out in the open where anyone who’s paying more than a shred of attention can see, his movements just barely hidden by the flesh of your thighs, cushioning his hips. 

The thought that anyone could be watching, touching themselves, filming you has your muscles tightening and your stomachs fluttering, the dirty, illicit nature inspiring another rush of adrenaline to taint your blood.

Your mouth drops open, starved for more of him—never satisfied, are you, greedy lil thing—welcoming his huffs onto your tongue, spicy and sweet as hickory. Your tongue unfurls from your mouth, dumb and lazy and so fucking messy, licking at his lips in quick, uneven strokes, sopping up any remnants of his essence.

The tip slithers between his parted lips, kittenishly lapping at the edges of his teeth, tracing the sharp ridges one by one, and he laughs, warm and airy. 

His own tongue shoves against yours, pushing it from his mouth and back into it’s rightful home before he flattens the slick muscle against your face and drags it, slow and steady, from the point of you chin to the tip of your nose, leaving behind a thick, fat trail of cooling saliva painted across your face.

The action has you squealing, scrunching up your nose as you involuntarily suck your bottom lip between your teeth and suck it clean.

His scent is strong, now saturating your skin as it dries, tight and hard, on your face, sealed by the breathless little giggle he exhales across your cheeks. 

And, Christ, he’s so fucking gorgeous, strands of alabaster plastered to his forehead and stuck to his temples in scraggly strings, clumped into damp little tufts that curl up at the base of his neck, drops of sweat balancing precariously on the points. 

His rough, quick movements have them breaking free, glistening drops of sweat rolling down his puckered skin, tracing the curve of his neck, streaking ink and ivory with glimmering little trails. They pool in the dips of his collarbones and soak into the collar of his shirt, turning cashmere translucent. 

The sleek muscles in his forearms flex beneath inked skin, gliding as he readjusts his grip, holds you closer, hugs you tighter, fucks you harder. 

His whole body is covered in a sheen layer of sweat, urgently chasing that high that only his little sister can gift him, sharp pistons of his hips keeping you pinned to the car while he uses you as his personal little toy, his favourite little toy, forcing you to just take it. 

And yet, despite it all, his eyes are bright, his lips molded into a brilliant smile, a sick sort of love stained with exhilaration—the thrill of getting caught: fucking all out in the open, fucking your family—brimming in his gaze.

He’s such a fucking pro, knows you and your body better than anyone else ever has, ever could, ever will, angling his hips so they fuck you just right, each stroke of his cock an upward curve, dragging against that puffy spot buried deep within your cunt, head swiping against your cervix with each draw back.

Across the lot, that girl is fiddling with the keys to her shitty little car, rooting around for something in her bag, and Touya laughs—a loud, booming sound, heavy with deranged delight that echoes throughout the space, garnering the attention of a smattering of bystanders. 

“Look,” he nudges his head to the right, your gaze following his own, slippery cheeks pressed flush together. “She’s watching. She can see you, sweetheart—can see us, can see you’re mine and I’m yours.” 

Good. If she hadn’t already figured it out before, it should be abundantly fucking obvious now, who he belongs to. 

“She—She looks disgusted,” you snicker. 

Even from several meters away, she does, you can tell, face twisted up somewhere between horror and shock, eyes wide and unblinking as they scan your conjoined forms, brow scrunched and chest beginning to heave.

She looks like she’s going to be sick.

You hope she is.

“Oh, she doesn’t even know—fuck—the half of it, does she?” Touya keens, hips faltering for just a moment before regaining their momentum. “Why don’t we give her something to really be repulsed by?” 

Yes, yes, yes, you’re nodding your head, little mewls of affirmation spilling from your throat.

“Give your big brother a kiss, then.” 

And oh, how eager you are, ever his good girl, ever his best girl, arms tightening around his neck as you pull yourself closer, smashing your lips to his. Dainty fingers thread through the hair at the back of his scalp, soaked with salt, and tug harshly, enough to have a reactionary hiss slipping through his teeth. 

Using the opportunity, you suck his bottom lip into your mouth between your teeth, clamp down hard and yank backwards, so hard his lip stretches like shimmering, pink bubblegum, gums beginning to strain until it finally slides free of your hold, teeth scraping against flesh. He spits out a curse, muddled and chased by a laugh, tongue laving over the indents you left, now weeping copper.

“Niichan’s gonna get you back for that one,” he says, sadistic glee shimmering in his eyes almost as pretty as the crimson glazing his mouth. 

You’re sure he will, too, later tonight, with that cherished knife you gifted him last year.

The giggle that pours past your lips is fucking raucous, leaves your tongue sticky and tingling, so wicked it rivals your brother. 

“I wanna show her, niichan,” you’re panting out, voice fading into a whine. “I want to show her that you’re mine.” 

“Do it, baby,” he breathes. “Show the whole world how fucking gorgeous you look cumming for your big brother.”

Three more rapid pumps of his hips and you’re convulsing around him, cunt clenching almost viciously around his cock as your heat gushes down his shaft, sticky and messy and so much, so much it pools in the folds of his heavy balls, so much it streams down his taut thighs and soaks the waistband of his trousers, so much it dribbles down the metal of the Audi, smeared across the door in sloppy strokes.

“Mi-Mine,” you growl, thighs squeezing around him as if you’re attempting to milk more juices from yourself, trying to stain him with you and stake your claim. 

“Yeah,” he nearly moans, hips beginning to stutter. “Yours, baby, niichan’s yours. Tell him again.” 

“You’re mine!” you sob out, nails gripping the sleek muscle of his shoulders with such strength the joints of your fingers crack and ache, clawing at him as if you’re trying to gorge every part of you on him, eat up every piece of him you can, stuff every bit of you as full of him as physically possible. 

“Fu-Fuck,” he keens, the curse shattering in his throat. “That’sa—That’s my good girl.”

He’s close now, you can tell; can hear it in the way his words keep splintering on his tongue, can feel it in the way his thrusts have gone from precise and particular to loose and sloppy, an urgent, uneven rutting of his hips.

“Fill me, fill me, fill me with your cock, niichan,” you’re gasping out, scrabbling at his neck, scraping skin and sweat beneath your nails. “Fill me with your cum, fill me so much, fill me until I can’t take anymore and it starts le-leaking out, all—all over the place.” 

And, well, he’s never been one to deny his precious baby sister what she wants. 

Because then he’s complying, hips stammering to a halt and pressed flush to your ass as his cock throbs, stuffing you full of thick, burning cream. 

“More! More, more,” you’re gasping out as you try to fuck yourself on his twitching cock, desperate to pump him for everything he’s got to give, eliciting a breathless, broken little laugh falling from his lips. 

“S’all yours,” he manages to slur out, slumping a little against his car, knees beginning to quiver as his cock strives to please you, giving another weak spurt of cum. “S’all yours, princess, always.” 

[sashi-ya]

𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒙 𝑽-𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 Crema Catalana 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰. 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Dear, @sanjisprincesswifey your 𝑬𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆́ bonbon is filled with 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂 𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒂, please enjoy the taste of 𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒆𝒙

request: @sanjisprincesswifey asked: hiii sweet sashi! for your valentine's day event may i request bon-bon enchanté with sanji and a female reader, please? thank you so so much, i'm so excited for this event! tw:public sex. sanji fucks you in front of a whole party of influential and rich assholes on a valentine's night party of swingers. oral sex. food play. fingering. I'm well aware Sanji isn't such a dominant man, but I wanted to try it for this fic and I kinda like him this way :3 (see how I used his surname? it's for the Germa vibes you guys)| wc: 1.8k | masterlist

Not everybody has a valentine's day date. Not everyone, you don’t. And he doesn’t either.

The chef, blond and refined, a man that looks like a prince, shows the guests delicious chocolate creations. Bonbons and truffles, filled with sweet, spicy, and even salty cores. When the women try them, the juices of those little bombs drip so tempting on their lips.

Your body reacts to everything around. You’ve been hired for this event to perform some kind of guest receiver. You weren’t specifically told about what the gathering would be about, but, you were told it was for the pure, sinful entertainment of influential couples… Your attire, all black, shiny... You were asked to wear tall latex boots too. Lips red, long lashes…

Soon, you understand. A swingers party? Perhaps even worse.

“Lady, where are the rooms?” a rich man asks, laughing with a much young girl trapped by his old arm around her waist. You swallow. She doesn’t seem to be disgusted like you are. Nor his obvious wife, all over a young, tanned man.

You smile. Force a smile. “Sure, allow me to guide you” you mumble, pointing with your whole hand to the back of the main floor.

As you start walking, feeling the intense stare of the four of them on your ass, your guidance gets interrupted. “Wait, daddy! I want some chocolate first!” the young lady chimes, pulling the man that reminds you of a pig in a suit towards the blonde’s chef.

You follow them, after all, there was anything that interested you the most than meeting that blonde delight of a man.

With refined gestures, and quick pauses to clean a little drop of blood falling from his nose, he receives you five. “Sweet jesus, what a beautiful mademoiselle! I think I have the perfect bonbon for such a beautiful princess” he says, acting like a total gentleman but taking quick looks at you.

You stand behind the couples, waiting in silence but peaking with interest to his milky white hands give the women the chocolates on a little napkin.

“And for you, my sweet lady in black… would you like to try my most delicious creation yet?” he says, making you widen your eyes. At first you look behind you, but soon you realize he is talking to you.

“Me?” you ask, pointing at yourself. “I’m from the staff- I’m not sure if I’m allowed to” you mumble, because you are sure this is no part of your job.

The chef laughs. “Me, Chef Vinsmoke Sanji gets to decide who is worthy of tasting my creations and what best than the most beautiful woman in this whole party?” he says, making the guests a little angry, leaving the spot annoyed.

You try to stop them, but you don’t really try hard. You really wish to stay with him.

“Leave them, soon they’ll be too drunk to even perform in bed as it should be done. Please, try my Enchanté”  he says, handing you the tiny little chocolate dome for you to bite it.

You nod; the blue of his only visible eye reminds you of a calm ocean and the soft touch of his hands of the velvet graze of a summer breeze.

The moment the dark chocolate gets to your lips you can already feel energized and a little dizzy. How comes that just the taste on your tongue gets to be so intense?

You bite it; the crunch sound gets followed by a sugary, creamy texture invading your tongue. It tastes like vanilla, a little hint of cinnamon and definitely brings you the idea of passion. “Mmmh this tastes deliciously!” you chime, closing your eyes in pure ecstasy. It’s not a strong flavour, but rather a delicate caress to your taste buds.

“I knew you will like it!” Sanji says, coming closer to you with his handkerchief and a sweet smile. You watch him reach the commissure of your lips and wipe just the tiny little spot of cream left from how filled the bon bon was.

You look down in embarrassment, but he is absolutely happy of having done such movement. “Have you been to Spain, dear …?” he asks, because he still doesn’t know your name.

“(Name)… and, no. I haven’t. Why?” you ask.

“Oh, what a beautiful name, (Name)-san! Well, you see, the filling is made out of “crema catalana” a typical dessert there, especially in the region of Cataluña. Does it taste like passion? In my opinion Spain is the country of love and passion”  he explains, coming closer, even more closer than before.

You take a little step back; his aura is a little bit strong but definitely warm. Like a man you know can break you but is still a sweetheart.

“I see… and yes, it did taste like passion, Chef Sanji…” you whisper, this time taking the risk of coming closer to him. “Could I have another taste?”

Sanji’s pupil gets absolutely dilated. He gasps, his pale lips separate. And a little curl garnishes his lips as he slightly smirks. A smirk you imitate, placing your hand over his forearm.

You don’t exactly know if it’s the people around you making out freely or the flirtatious whole intention of the party. Or maybe people fucking on the rooms that surround the main hall of that luxurious venue… but you don’t want to stop passion...

“It would be a pleasure, (Name)-san” Sanji tells you, taking his index to your cupid’s bow. “Wait for me right there…”

He stretches to the table and picks another bonbon. Taking it to your lips, a simple look and you obey to his unspoken order. Opening your mouth, your receive the little chocolate in your tongue.

“Don’t bite until I tell you, ok?” he says, looking around as people begin to round you two. You may have not noticed, but your sexual tension is making everybody attracted to the start of an erotic gourmet show.  “Look around, (Name)-san… don’t you want to help me show how good my creations are? Can you please bite this now?” he says, leaving “Enchanté” in between your front teeth.

You smirk and do as he tells. Soon the same vanilla flavoured cream oozes out and drips from your lips to your chin. Sanji lets the filling keep falling down your neck until your cleavage and just there -trying to stop the little red drop coming from his nose- he uses the tip of his tongue to clean you from it.

“The taste is even better mixed with your skin” he murmurs, softly taking his hand to your neck to stretch it out.  “What does it taste like, (Name)-san? Tell the audience, please” this time he says it louder for the public to hear.

You swallow what’s left of the bitter taste of the dark chocolate. “Like passion, Chef Sanji” you purr, as he turns you around delicately to show your raptured face to the audience.

“Passion you say? Is that so? And how it makes you feel?” he mumbles, taking his hands to the zipper in the middle of your dress, as it slides so easily because of the latex texture of your clothes. “Does it make you wanna have more, and more? Does it make your inhibitions to be forgotten? Does it make you feel hot? Are you hot, (Name)-san?”

You smirk, allowing him to pull down the zipper to free your nudity in front of a crowd that had succumbed to a sinful place that’s not hell, but looks more like heaven.

“I’m hot, Chef Sanji. I want more, Chef Sanji…”  you whine, feeling the dampening reaction of your core getting excited. Never in a million years you would have thought you loved to be watched, but as Sanji said… indeed, that flavour wants you to forget all inhibitions…

“Show me then, what you wanna do…” he whispers in your ear, taking a quick trip to your pink panties from behind.

You let him kiss your neck and play in between your folds, giving everyone the filthiest of the shows. Your moans and whines get many couples to enjoy the show with great pleasure, others who had had enough have already gone to their rooms to unleash the same passion as you two.

And, Chef Sanji is not satisfied with your shaking limbs as your climax approaches because of his fingering motions… no, he isn’t. “Dear (Name)-san, would you like to be my best creation yet? Can you please sit on my table and spread wide open those delicious thighs of yours?”

You moan and nod. Quivering legs take you to the table behind you. He helps you sit over the cold surface of granite and presents you as another of his ingredients. Sanji’s fingers bury in your thighs, and he helps you take of your panties and spread your legs as widely as possible.

“Behold the best ingredient ever created by God… a woman’s body” he announces, showing the rest your spread anatomy. You are presented to the world, dripping and so ready for something else. People clap at your steamy core; you are there to be shown like a work of art. And after all, that’s exactly what you are.

Sanji plays with the litmus slippery products of your arousal in between his fingertips. He looks at the strings forming, he shows them to the rest and then as if he was tasting a cream before using it on a dessert, he takes his fingers to his mouth.

“Ah… perfect! You are totally becoming my main ingredient (Name)-san!” he says, kneeling right in front of you. “And for that I need to study your flavour a little bit longer”

His lips touch your entrance, his tongue your folds. He goes up, down, sucking on your clit too. His thumb in and out, hitting a special spot. Your fingers become white from clenching to the table underneath you.

You throw your head back, the scent of sex mixed with dark chocolate invades your nose, the soft murmur of the people around gets to your ears… but nothing matters the most than the orgasm that hits you and Sanji’s grunts as he drinks your release drop by drop…

“Thank you so much for joining us tonight! Please, don’t forget to choose “Enchanté” when asking for sweets tonight. Remember this is just a little show of what my sweet creation will lead you to feel like” Sanji stands and opening his arms he announces the show’s finale.

The blonde turns around with a pleased smirk as the many applauses fade with the loud music and the steamy atmosphere of the party. “Now, would you like to finish things up with me in one of the rooms, dear (Name)-san?” he asks, helping you stand up.

“It would be a pleasure, Chef Sanji…”

[tteokdoroki]

## new match ! -> time, space, sunflowers and you.

— re: katsuki bakugou.

— a/n: based on this post i made the other day, think this is the fastest i’ve ever written something. i should be working on his fic for kinktober but RAWR!! i missed him </3

— cw: smut, mdni 18+, soft sex, public sex, unprotected sex, slight!breeding kink, cumplay, nipple play, reader and bakugou are so fucking in love, afab!reader.

— wc: 1.5K.

bakugou doesn’t shiver because of the breeze.

for the beginnings of october, the weather is far too warm— the wind carries heat in its grip and it tickles him where his shirt has ridden up or his sleeves are too short and he’s glad that he didn’t take your advice to dress warmer. katsuki’d teased you for it during the car ride over, your head out of the window as you took in the lightness of the air and your sweater— his sweater— tied around your waist by the arms.

“katsuki,” you breathe in deep like there’s not enough air in your lungs— your eyes are teary but look like they hold more stars than the pink-ish, blue-ish sky above as the sun sets and the moon rises and….

and katsuki shivers, the sound of his name rolling off of your tongue makes him shiver.

“i love you,” you say, quiet and bashful, chest arching upwards as the blonde swipes his thumb over your hardened nipple, watching goosebumps rise across your breasts, watching your eyes fall back and take away his stars.

bakugou smiles, gentler than any smile he’s given to civilians and colleagues alike. these ones where his lips quirk up and his ruby gem eyes are forced into molten pools of affection are reserved for you and you alone. “yeah?” he rasps as your fingers cascade through his blonde locks— those that are surprisingly soft despite their appearance. “how much d’ya love me?” he asks, rolling your nipple between the rough pads of his thumb and forefinger, large and toned body leaning over you and trapping you against the tartan picnic blanket beneath you both.

katsuki thrusts himself inside your spongy walls, waking you up from the inside out since you’ve drifted too far into space and forgotten to give him an answer. so he pulls you back with the grip he has on your heart and bottoms out in your liquid gold pussy— pressing his engorged and sensitive tip against the squishy spot that makes heaven crash down on earth for you.

“how much do y’love me?” he repeats, hot lava mouth and vicious tongue descending upon on your unattended breast. he’s warm around you, perhaps warmer than the october air that surrounds you on your picnic in the fields. you wanted to see the stars, to sit amongst a field of flowers as you spotted constellations and katsuki had only wanted to look at you. he took the day off from his agency and drove miles for the perfect field so he could forget the world and memorise the crows feet under your eyes when you laughed, the laugh lines around your mouth when that happened and the spark of mars intertwined with the coloured flecks in your eyes when you looked at him.

bakugou had kissed you in a field of flowers, pushed you back softly against the picnic blanket because as you watched the sun set and the stars and moon hang themselves up against the gradient sky— he’d remembered how you’d told him that mars wasn’t an angry planet, mars was good and golden and beautiful and that bakugou reminded you of mars too.

“i love you s’much,” more than the galaxies and all their planets, you would have said if the pro hero hadn’t been sinking into you— pulling his hips back as he rocked them against yours in languid thrusts. you feel his tummy and abs contact against your plush stomach, working to make you feel good as his cock fills you to the brim and moulds you into the shape of him just as he had over the years. “m-my katsuki, you’re my love,”

you manage to add, gentle fingertips cupping his chin to make bakugou look up at you— his eyes ablaze like a lustful sun, content written within his irises as he sucks and pacifies himself with your soft mound of flesh in his mouth, tongue running lazy circles over your nipple and areola, saliva coating your skin and the pebbled bud.

“you love me too, right?”

he lets go of you with a loud pop, covered by the sway of lavender in the breeze. “dunno how y’could ever ask me that, i’d die f’you. i love you.” bakugou confesses with ripe apple cheeks as if it’s the first time he’s ever told you that, forehead pressed to yours, sweaty chests brushing against each other as his body slots against yours perfectly— joined in a passionate union, like when the moon meets the sun in an eclipse. katsuki would burn out like a star for you, there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you— after all you have him in a vice grip of love and he can’t help but want to see it written in ecstasy across your face.

his strong and battle scared arms wrap around your head and tuck you into him, picking up the pace of his thrusts until they’re fast and deep and your tongue rolls out of your mouth lewdly. katsuki licks it up, mouth on yours as he swallows your moans climbing in pleasure and octave— your pussy clamps down on him, locks him inside of you until he can’t escape, plunging deeper inside your dripping cunt and kissing your cervix without ever pulling back as if you don’t want him to leave you.

“don’t do that,” you whine, creaming around his cock while strings of your mixed arousals connect you in another way— aside from his cock churning up your insides and the tight grip he has on you and the red string of fate that tied stars together for you. every clap of his balls against the curve of your ass is wet and sticky but you love it, feel overwhelmed by him and how much he adores you. bakugou looks up at you, needily, yearning for your broken voice and tear stricken eyelashes, mouth hotly pressed against yours as your breath tickles his swollen lips. “don’t die for me, live for me instead. if the sun burns out the whole world goes with it, and i need you. we all do. you’re my sun.”

“f-fuck, i won’t...i won’t,” bakugou chants desperately— tasting your highs on the horizon where the sun disappears for the last time and you’re shrouded in a midnight blue veil amongst the flowers. “‘m fuckin’ stayin’ for you, everythin’ i do is for you,” he mumbles, tongue pushing into your mouth in the same way his wet and heavy dick pushes into your pretty pussy, his thrusts loosing their rhythm while you flutter around him uncontrollably. “y’my everythin’, fuck, okay?”

“m’kay,” is all you can contribute when all you can smell is katsuki’s sweet caramel dancing with the pollen carried by the night’s breeze. your eyes roll back, head tilted up to the sky while your body trembles and dopamine zaps through your mind because of how good bakugou makes you feel. “l-look, ka’suki...the stars,” you gasp, thighs locking around his hips as he chases your high, battering your squishy walls and ramming into your g-spot over and over, just make you taste heaven, just to make you clamp down and suck the life out of him since his life is what he owes to you for loving him.

but katsuki can’t look, not away from you, not for a moment— so he stares deep into your eyes that have comforted him so much, vermillion gaze like the bright burning sun locking onto yours with one, two, three more thrusts until you’re both cumming hard.

the stars are in your eyes. that’s where they’ve always been.

you gush like an ocean’s tide pulled towards the shore of release like the moon— slick painting your thighs and katsuki’s tummy and the red and white picnic blanket below as you shake violently and call his name into the air. you see galaxies that don’t have names yet, taste the milky way as you bite down hard against bakugou’s shoulder to keep yourself sane and he follows suit— spilling a load of his thick cum into your pussy, filling you to the brim with milky white, making you swell so much that it leaks out of you, too much of him as always. too intense as always. bakugou collapses against you, weakly rutting into your silken walls until he has to pull out due to oversensitivity but he’s still cumming, spurting it against your puffy clit and pushing it through your swollen and blossoming folds as you come back down through shared kisses.

you’re sweaty and sticky and feel the warm glow of love-making echo between you both. “i love you,” you remind him, pushing your fingers through his sweaty hair and finding his hand with your free one.

“i love you back, beyond the moon ‘n fuckin’ stars, you’re mine forever,” katsuki confesses to you, voice hoarse and loving as he curls up with you amongst the night— the stars and wilting flowers as his witness.

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SUNS OUT BUNS OUT!

shidou ryusei x fem. reader

wc: 1.8k

warnings: public sex, lots of teasing from shidou, creampie, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, there’s a huge risk of getting caught, guest appearance at the end (I’m sure y’all can guess who), degradation, filthy dirty talk, mention of pet play (VERY BRIEF)

synopsis: your boyfriend can never control himself when you wear sundresses

a/n: this is for the lovely @saintshiba’s sundress szn collab!!! thank you for letting me join and check out all the other amazing pieces!!

Shidou loved this time of the year. It was warm out, there were more things to do that were fun but there was something that outweighed it all.

Seeing you in a pretty sundress he bought for you.

He felt like a rabid dog whenever he saw you in a sundress, it brought out this overwhelming desire that he couldn’t quell until he got his hands on you.

Today was one of the days where one of the sundresses he bought you would come in handy. He planned a picnic date in the park and since it was going to be warm, a thin sundress was just the perfect attire.

You could almost applaud your boyfriend’s efforts of remaining calm and not succumbing to the temptation for most of the date. You two were able to get through most of your food before his loving glances turned into hunger filled looks, his gentle grazes of his fingers turned into teasing touches. His fingers traveled under the hem of your dress and slowly lifted the skirt up but you quickly moved to swat his hand away.

“Oh come on, can’t I see what color panties my sexy girlfriend is wearing?” He batted his long eyelashes at you and went back to what he was doing. You swatted his hand away again and glared at him. “Ryu, we’re in the middle of the park where there’s people walking around. I’m not letting you lift my dress so you can look at my panties.” As if you summoned them on cue, an elderly couple walked past on the walkway near where you two were and glanced over at you two with soft smiles.

“But why not? I’ve been good this whole time so let me get what I want. I know you love the risk just as much as I do. Plus it’s not like I’m fucking you in the middle of the park, if we move a few feet back, we’ll practically be invisible to any passerby. Remember the dressing room a few weeks ago or the ferris wheel last week? We didn’t get caught then.”

Heat rose to your cheeks and bloomed between your legs as you thought about both past events. He wasn’t wrong, you two didn’t get caught surprisingly. But now there was just more of a risk. You didn’t want to get arrested for public indecency but now that he put the thought in your head, you couldn’t deny yourself.

It was as if he could see the gears turning in your head. He helped you to your feet and messily collected all the picnic gear and brought it to the area he was talking about. You followed quickly behind and sat down on the checkered blanket once he set it out again. “So what do you say? I promise we won’t get caught and I won’t be loud at all.” He waited for your response and once you nodded he took your hand in his and pulled you down to sit with him. “But Ryu, if we get caught I will kill you.” He chuckled at your warning and pulled you close to him, “I love when you give me those empty threats. But if you kill me then you’ll just find another guy in the future and you’ll just have boring sex, that’s not exhilarating at all.”

You rolled your eyes and climbed onto his lap, he wrapped an arm around your middle while his free hand traveled up your legs and his fingers grazed your covered slit. “You know, for someone who doesn’t want to get caught you’re fucking soaked.” He chuckled and pressed two of his fingers against your covered clit when you opened your mouth to reply to his comment. Instead of the words of a sentence, what left you was a gasp of his name. “Sorry baby I just want you even wetter for me.” He rubbed your clit over your panties a few times and chuckled when you bucked your hips. “Ryu, stop teasing me.” You whined and looked back at him with a pout, he always did this both in public and in the privacy of your shared home. He would always drag everything out as much as possible whenever it came to him fucking you. He always said that he couldn’t help it, he just loved seeing you get so desperate and needy for him.

His cock was throbbing in his shorts as he continued to toy with your pussy. His fingers moved up and down your cotton covered slit. Just teasing you as he pressed his fingertips against your hungry entrance, just feeling you gush and soak your panties more with your juices. After a few more motions he pulled your panties to the side and slipped just one finger inside you and your greedy walls practically sucked it inside. “Oh poor thing, your poor needy pussy was just calling for more attention. Oh don’t worry, I’ll fill her up with what she really needs.” He cooed in your ear as he slowly started pumping his finger. You whined and bucked your hips up into his hand, trying to get more friction from him. You leaned back against him and your pretty lips formed another pout. “Ryu, please give me your cock. I need it so badly. Please Ryu, please give it to me.”

You knew you sounded pathetic at this point but you could care less. The ache that was burning between your legs was just too much and you needed something to soothe it. “Shh shh, you’re whining so much. I told you I’m getting you ready for my cock but you’re just a needy little bitch in heat aren’t you? Just yapping and whining away until you get what you need. I should get you a pretty collar to wrap around your neck and a cute leash if you want to be my puppy.” He licked up the side of your neck and gently bit your earlobe before he pulled away from you and released his cock from the confines of his shorts.

It was throbbing and a thick bead of precum dribbled from the head and traveled down his cock. He dropped his head and spit on his cock then he quickly lifted you and helped you sink down on his cock. He had to bite down on his bottom lip to suppress the guttural groan that was threatening to escape. “Shit, Ryu!” You gasped as you sank down completely and he clamped his hand over your mouth. You felt his breath on your ear as you started grinding against him, too impatient to wait any longer. “Didn’t you just complain about the risk of getting caught? And you’re here moaning and whimpering like a fucking pornstar. You’re making think that you want to get caught, that you want this entire park to watch me fuck this messy cunt. Is that what you want? You want the entire park to see me slut you out?”

You shook your head and your words were muffled by his hand. “Hm? What’s that? I can’t really hear you.” He teased and wrapped his free arm around you and started bouncing you on his cock. Any protests to his earlier statement were silenced and turned into cries and moans of pleasure. He groaned and grunted in your ear as your pussy clenched and coiled around his cock. “My dirty little slut, just fucking clenching my cock like you need it to survive. Is that it? Do you need my cock more than air baby?” You just gave a nod as you continued to bounce on his cock, letting your body take over and coherent thoughts. He sloppily kissed and licked along your neck and he kept his hand clamped over your mouth. The hand that was wrapped around your middle went up and groped your tits through your dress, he quickly found your perky nipples and pulled on them. You clenched around him tighter and brought one of your hands down to rub your clit, the action added to the tightening coil in the pit of your stomach.

“Oh my little slut is gonna cum, you’re just getting tighter around me fuck. Don’t worry baby, just let go for me and I’ll fill you up with cum. I’ll fill this needy cunt with cum right here in this park.” You started rubbing your clit faster and your legs started trembling as he started thrusting up into you. You threw your head back against his shoulder and let out a muffled cry against his hand as you came undone. He groaned as your pussy tightened around his cock and all it took was a few more thrusts before he started filling you with cum. He dropped his hand from your mouth and both of his hands gripped your hips to grind you against his cock and once his cock stopped twitching he lifted you off his cock.

He quickly moved to cover your pussy with your panties then pushed his cock back in his shorts. “Fuck baby, that was fun wasn’t it? Don’t you feel the adrenaline rush?” You leaned back against him and shook your head. “You’re gonna be the death of me you heathen. Now come on, let’s go back home.” He nodded and you both packed up everything and made your way back to the parking lot. Just as you two were just mere feet away from your car there was a familiar redhead.

“Mr. Child Prodigy! You’ve been ignoring my texts to hang out and now you’re here when we’re leaving. You’re making me think that you’re avoiding us.” And by the deadpan stare on Sae’s face you knew he was partially right.

“I’m not avoiding you both, Ryusei. I’m only avoiding you.” His teal eyes traveled from your boyfriend to you and they scanned your body. They traveled down your body and stopped at your legs, specifically your thighs that weren’t covered by your dress. “But maybe we should schedule something soon, looks like you two have plenty of fun.” Sae’s eyes went back up your body and met your boyfriend’s gaze. It was like the two shared a silent exchange of words and finally Ryusei spoke up. “Sounds good, you have my number. Now I need to take this one home, I hope to hear from you soon.”

With that, Ryusei led you back to the car while Sae continued on his run and you looked up to see a wide smirk on your boyfriend’s face. You furrowed your eyebrows and opened your mouth to question him but he beat you to the punch, “I packed some extra napkins in the glove box, I’ll clean you up before we get in the car.” You furrowed your eyebrows more and looked down, you didn’t have anything on your dress and you know you didn’t have anything on your face but as you looked lower you saw a trail of his cum make its way down your thighs.

Your eyes widened at the sight and all your boyfriend could do was laugh. “It’s okay, this little ‘accident’ will lead to something exhilarating, I just know it.”

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oct 24th: kuroo tetsurou

kuroo tetsurou x fem. reader

wc: 3.1k

warnings: praise, degradation, cnc, unprotected sex, creampie, fear play (kinda), choking, biting, marking (bites), oral sex (f!receiving), reader is called whore and slut, public sex, exhibitionism, kuroo acts pretty creepy, mention of getting caught

synopsis: a handsome stranger approaches you in the library, his kind words and raspy voice distract you from his true intentions

The worst time of the semester finally approached, midterms.

The days where you spent hours and hours at the library, staring at your books until your eyes were crossed, writing down important notes until your hand was sore, sitting hunched over in an uncomfortable seat until you took a breather. You hated it but you had to do it, just for the hope of receiving an A.

You have been sitting in the library for about 3 ½ hours, it was getting later and later but luckily for you, your university had the policy of keeping the library open for 24 hours during midterms and finals. You sat near the archives section of the library, it’s on the top floor of the library and towards the back, somewhere where you would be completely isolated. You were seated in a comfy chair that you stole from one of the private study rooms that weren’t occupied yet and your study materials were scattered messily in front of you..

It was only you on this floor, or so you thought.

You didn’t see anyone walk by, well you weren’t paying too much attention to your surroundings. Music blared through your headphones and the papers in front of you hindered your senses and distracted you from anything going on around you. The only thing that pulled you away was when you felt a few taps on your shoulder, you jumped at the feeling and glanced over at who it was. You started hoping that it wasn’t a librarian coming to ask you to return your chair to the room it belonged to but when you actually saw who it was your heart skipped a beat.

You were met with the most piercing golden eyes you’ve ever seen. It felt like they were piercing through your soul with just a single glance and your body started to heat up immediately with slight embarrassment, how long was he standing there? You quickly took in his other features, a messy tuft of raven hair sat on his head, besides the color of his eyes the shape was feline-like, a mix of a smirk and a smile graced his lips.

“Hi, sorry to bother you. I thought I would be the only one here but I wanted to ask if you’d mind it if I sat here. I like sitting in an isolated area when I study as well. My name is Kuroo by the way.” He stuck his hand out to you and you took it, the difference between your hands was stark. His fingers were slim, long and slender and his hands were slightly calloused and dwarfed yours.

“That’s fine, it would be nice to have some company. I’m Y/N.” You moved over to make some space for him and tried to push your papers to a neater pile. He sat down and took some of his things out while you went back to your studying. His eyes drifted along your figure, looking at the way the skirt you wore rode up with the slightest movement, how your chest rose and fell slowly due to your even breaths and the slight pout on your lips as you focused on the work in front of you.

He moved a little closer to you and leaned in close enough to let you smell the spice of his cologne. “I took this class last semester, if you need help I definitely wouldn’t mind helping a beautiful girl like you.”

Your cheeks heated up more and you offered him a small smile as you shook your head. “Thank you but I think I have a pretty good hang on this, I wouldn’t want to distract you from your studying anyways.” He chuckled and wrapped an arm around the back of your chair.

“Beautiful and intelligent, I’m looking forward to seeing what else you have in store for me.” You felt your cheeks heat up even more as you turned back to your work, trying your best to focus on what was in front of you. But it was proving to be more and more difficult as you felt him move closer, his hand that was on the back of your chair moved down near your leg. You crossed them to try to create some distance from his hand and to try to be inconspicuous with it, you didn’t know what he would be like when he was upset and you didn’t want to deal with that.

You just wanted to finish studying and go home without a problem.

Kuroo kept moving closer until his fingers gently grazed the soft, supple skin of your thigh. A breath hitched in your throat but you tried to remain focused. Now wasn’t the time for flirting or anything more, you had your studies to focus on. “You’re so soft too and smell delicious, I could just eat you right up.” You offered him a small smile out of false gratitude and turned back to your papers.

You continued going through everything and let out a small sigh of relief when you noticed that you would need to retrieve a book. You moved your chair so you could get up and glanced over at him, “I need to go grab a book.” You don’t know why you had to explain yourself to him but you did it anyway. He nodded and offered you a smile. “Okay, don’t take too long. I’ll miss having you here with me.” He winked at you and you quickly moved away from the table to find the section where the book was at.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, what the fuck was up with that guy? Was he even there to study or was he just only there to try to find a girl to hit on? You sighed and looked through the sections to find where the book would be. You looked through the stacks and finally found where the book was located.

It was in an even more isolated section of the library, a light flickered above you and it creeped you out even more than Kuroo’s advances did. You turned on the flashlight on your phone to navigate the titles better and to your luck, the book was on the highest shelf. You scanned around to try to find a ladder or a stool but there was nothing there to help. “Fuck, now I have to climb this.” You set your phone on the stack behind you so you could see where you needed to go and made your ascent.

There’s a problem with focusing on a task. Whenever you focus on a task all other senses are numb, especially when you’ve been using all your energy to review notes for the past few hours. All your senses are focused on the task and you had no awareness of what was going on around you. If you had half a mind to think about anything else then you would’ve noticed the light taps of footsteps approaching where you were. You would’ve noticed that there was another presence behind you, watching the way your panties clung to your cunt while you climbed higher, hearing the little grunts when you tried to reach the book before losing your balance and slipping down. Right into the person you were trying to part yourself from.

Your eyes widened when you felt arms wrap around your center. “You need to be careful darling, you could’ve gotten seriously hurt if I didn’t come by.” You didn’t need to turn around to hear the voice, just from the short conversation from earlier you already knew who it was. You turned a bit in his hold and the reflection from your phone confirmed your thoughts.

“Thanks for catching me, I’ll just ask the librarian for a ladder.” You tried to move from his grip but it only tightened, like a snake wrapping around its prey, you felt like you were suffocating. “No, you can stay here and I’ll help you. I’ll do my good deed for the day but I’ll need you to do something for me.” One of his hands moved down to play with the hem of your skirt, instantly finding the zipper and began toying with it.

Your heart pounded in your chest, fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins. “What do you need me to do? Do you need help with studying? Do you want my notes for something?”

A soft chuckle hit your ears along with his warm breath, “how can you be so smart yet so naive? Can’t you already gauge what I want from you?” He pressed himself against you more so you could feel his hard on against your ass. A soft whimper left your lips as you anticipated his next words, his next move. “I thought you were going to do me a favor.” Your voice was barely above a whisper but it hit his ears just the same, he chuckled and pulled the zipper down, once it was down to his liking he traced the soft fabric of your panties.

“Seems like I must have misspoke, I should rather say an exchange than a favor. Since I am going out of my way here to help you get this book, I think you should repay me a little. I get the book for you and you let me do what I please to you, I’m not a selfish man, I’ll make sure you enjoy this too. Scout’s honor.” He licked along the shell of your ear and took a step forward, the grip he had on you made you move with him and you were pressed against the bookshelf. He moved his hand from your panties and reached up to grab the book, your eyebrows furrowed and without thinking twice you spoke about your confusion. “I didn’t tell you which book I needed.” He brought the book down and set it on the closest shelf, “you didn’t have to, I watched your unsuccessful attempt to try to reach it. You should be more aware of your surroundings, if I had a more malicious intent then you could’ve gotten seriously hurt.”

The hand that reached for the book pressed between your shoulder blades and pushed you against the bookshelf even more, “stay still for me”. Your breath caught in your throat, “what are you doing?” Your breathing labored and he leaned back to your ear, “it’s time to get my payment, don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten. So, stay still and let me do what I please.”

You remained frozen in place despite every siren ringing in your head, he moved down to his knees and pushed your skirt up so it bundled up at your hips. “I’ll keep you decent just in case we have a visitor, I can pull your skirt back into place and we can act like nothing happened.” He leaned in and bit down on the back of your thigh, sucking the flesh into his mouth before releasing it to let it snap back into place. He did the same to your other thigh and moved up higher until he was face to face with your ass. “Push your ass out, it’ll make this easier.” For some unknown reason you did as he said, he bit down on one cheek making you whimper and he pulled your panties to the side.

The sheen of your cunt glistened as the light above flickered. He let out a low groan and wrapped his arms around your legs to hold you in place as he licked along your slit, from your sensitive clit to your twitching hole. “Oh fuck.” It was a low moan that left you before he dove back in, dipping his tongue inside you while he moved his hand so he could press his thumb against your clit. You didn’t know where to put your hands, should you stabilize yourself against the shelf or should you cover your mouth? His actions made the decision for you as he switched the places of his mouth and hand, latching onto your clit and sucking harshly while his fingers dipped inside you, pumping at a fast and rough pace. Your hands instantly moved to grip the shelf in front of you, to try to hold yourself up while your legs trembled and shook. Moans of his name left your lips, a mixture of words to encourage him and words to try to get him to stop left you in gasps and moans, “Kuroo, we need to stop. We can’t do this here, we could get caught.”. “I’m not stopping and you don’t want me to stop. You’re so close and no matter how much you try to say the opposite, I can feel how your cunt clenches around my fingers. Deny me all you want with your words but your body knows better, your body is screaming for more and I’m not one to let those cries go unheard.” He dove back into your cunt, sucking your clit harder while his fingers massaged your g spot. As much as you’d hate to admit it, he was right. You were painfully on the edge of your orgasm, it danced on the tip of your tongue along with his name, it burned through your body like the pleasure that filled you. You needed to cum, you needed him to make you cum, needed the man who forced you into this predicament to give you sweet release.

“I’m cumming!” It was a high pitched moan, one that would bring attention to you if anyone was on the floor. Your body shook and trembled as your orgasm ruptured through you, his greedy mouth swallowed everything you had to offer him. Your sweet nectar, the fruit of his labor, filled his senses as he continued his ministrations. He only pulled off when you stopped clenching around his fingers, when your moans of pleasure turned into moans of sensitivity and overstimulation. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean before he stood up. You were caught up in trying to catch your breath and trying to regain some sense of stability to hear the zipper of his pants. “I’m not done yet.” His words should have been paired with a more menacing tone, it should have struck fear in you but it excited you, his words made you ache in anticipation.

One of his hands wrapped around the base of his hard cock and his other hand was placed on your hip, holding you in place as he dropped his head to spit on his cock. He stroked his cock to use his spit to lube up his cock and he pushed the bulbous head inside you. Your mouth fell open in a silent gasp and remained open as he continued pushing the rest of his cock inside you until he bottomed out. “You’re so fucking tight. Remember, we’re in a library so you need to be quiet.” He starts thrusting at a rough pace, his hips snap against yours hard and fast, you could barely process anything as pleasure floods your body. Your body trembles and your hands go back to the shelf, keeping a tight grip — well as tight as you could keep it. He drops his head on your shoulder and the hand that guided his cock inside you lifts to grip and grope your breasts through your top. Your moans and whimpers grow louder, “please don’t stop, feels so good. Your cock feels so good inside me.”

He chuckled and moved his hand up from your breasts to your throat, loosely wrapping around it and gently squeezing at the sides as he continued thrusting into you. “What happened? I thought that this wasn’t the right place to be doing this? Now you’re just begging me to keep going. Sluts like you can’t deny good cock and you can’t even be quiet. You must want to get caught, must want everyone in this fucking library to hear you get fucked.” His words did nothing but spur you on and he reveled in every delicious reaction you gave him. “Is that why you decided to go up here? Wanted someone like me to come and fuck you senseless? Who would’ve thought such a pretty and studious girl was an undercover whore?” You clenched around him even tighter, his words and the way his cock hit your g spot repeatedly had your mind spinning. “I’m gonna cum again. Please keep going, please don’t stop. I need it so badly.”

“I never planned on stopping, doll.” His thrusts grew faster and he moved his hand from your throat to push two fingers into your mouth. “You sound beautiful when you moan but you’re too loud.” You sucked on them as best as you could and he pushed them further in your mouth until you gagged. Tears pricked your eyes and his other hand moved from your hip to rub your clit rapidly. You cried out around his fingers and your pussy clenched his cock in a vice grip as your second orgasm washed over you. Your legs shook and if it wasn’t for him pressing you against the shelf then you’re sure you would have fallen. His hips continued to move on their own as he chased his orgasm. It took a few rough thrusts and he bit down on your shoulder as he filled you with cum. He pulled his fingers from your mouth and his hips stilled inside you, both of your heavy pants filled the air.

You broke the silence and turned your head to look at him, a wide, fucked out smile graced your lips. “That was amazing, fuck. I didn’t know you had that in you.” He chuckled and leaned in to press his lips softly against yours. “I didn’t know I had it in me either. You bring out the best and worst in me baby and that’s why I love you so much.” You pressed your lips against his once more while he pulled out of you and fixed you up before breaking the kiss to fix himself up.

“I love you too. I love you so much.” This little game of yours to spice up your sex life has been going on for the past few months, sometimes you were the instigator and sometimes it was him. You always enjoyed it when he was the instigator though, those were always the best times. You turned to face him completely and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Do you think we’ll be able to top that?”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and shrugged, “I’m not sure but I do have some other ideas in mind. Let’s go grab our things and I could tell you about them on the way home.” You nodded and pressed your thighs together, already growing excited at the thought of what might come next.

All you knew was that you couldn’t wait for what he had in store for you.

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may the best man win

renji abarai x fem. reader

wc: 3.5k

warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, soft sex (very soft and loving), slight hair pulling (it’s renji cmon look at his locks), lots of l-bombs, oral sex (f!receiving), multiple orgasms (f!receiving), public sex, reader cries, renji and reader fight (but no one gets hurt)

synopsis: a shared goal unites you with a stranger in the most unique way and ties you together for an eternity

a/n: this is for the amazing, wonderful, talented angels @shirohyorin & @sixeyesgojo BIFWY collab! thank you so much for letting me join and check out the other pieces that are out!

You knew that competition would arise when you became a soul reaper but you never knew that someone would have the same goal as you.

The woman who raised you like her own daughter in the Sabitsura district always told you that if you were lucky enough to make it into the Gotei 13 you had to serve under the best captain as their lieutenant then surpass them by being an even stronger captain yourself. For you, the best captain was Byakuya Kuchiki. The calm, stoic and noble captain was the one you wanted to be lieutenant for and soon surpass, not only for you but for her.

Hakuda, Hohō, Kidō, and Zanjutsu. The four disciplines you had to master to even come close to being a seated officer. You practiced day in and day out and soon you mastered 3 out of the 4 disciplines. The only one holding you back was zanjutsu, swordsmanship, it wasn’t like you couldn’t handle your sword but there were just faults in the little things you did. Like how you always hesitated before giving a finishing blow to your training partner, granting them the slightest opportunity to knock the wooden practice sword out of your hands.

You never knew what it was that made you hesitate. Maybe it was because you had no reason to deliver a final strike, if it was a hollow you could do it but not to someone you never considered an enemy or a rival. There was no motivation so as always you ended up hesitating. You just needed the right motivation.

After a month of joining the academy you heard a name being thrown around, Renji Abarai. A man who wanted to surpass Byakuya Kuchiki but to even get close to surpassing the man you knew that this Renji guy needed to get as close to Byakuya as possible. Through asking around you found out that Renji was good but unlike you he was horrible at Kidō but impressive in his swordsmanship. You also learned where he would often spend his off time when there was some free time allotted by the academy.

You decided that once you found out everything to know about him, you would find him and confront him head on, crushing any hope he had involving Byakuya Kuchiki.

You had a practice sword tucked into the hilt of your uniform as you stormed to find Renji. You weren’t too sure what he looked like, mainly because you didn’t care to ask, what he looked like didn’t matter all that did matter was he was an obstacle to your main objective. When you finally reached the area where Renji and his friends would train and relax, your heart was practically about to beat out of your chest. There were two males and one female. At first they didn’t notice you until you cleared your throat. The blonde in the group turned to you first, then the rest followed.

“Which one of you is Renji Abarai?”

The red head stood up with a raised eyebrow, he was very big, almost looming over you as he took a step closer to you. “I am, do I know you from somewhere?” He tilted his head a bit as he tried to remember you but before he could come up with some idea, you took the sword from your hilt and held it under his chin.

“I’m going to make you ditch any desire you have of joining squad 6 and surpassing Byakuya Kuchiki. Even if I have to beat it into you a hundred times, I’ll do it.” You glanced over at his friends and narrowed your eyes at them, “I know what you’re thinking and I’m going to warn you now, don’t get involved with other people’s business if you don’t want to get hurt.”

Renji nodded at them, signaling that he’ll be okay. They stepped away and he turned his attention back to you. “So are you going to give me a fair chance to fight back or are you going to fight dirty to worm your way into squad 6?”

“Fuck you. Do you wanna get into squad 6? Wanna defeat the captain? Then this should be no problem for you.” Just as you moved to swing at his head he was able to move away and take out his own practice sword. “First successful strike to the chest wins.”

With that you two started, meeting each other blow for blow but you were more reckless, letting your anger control your movements rather than moving with a level head. Renji saw right through it and just as you thought you were going to make the finishing blow, he knocked your weapon out of your hand and pointed his at your chest. “Seems like I’ve won. If you plan to get into squad 6 then you need to do better than that and if you plan to beat me then you need to get one hundred times better. I’ll see you next week, girl.”

He tucked his weapon away and walked away. You balled your fists, your chest heaving as you watched him, you were going to knock that smirk off his face, you were going to destroy him if that’s what it took. “My name is Y/N, you could at least give me that respect.”

He glanced back at you and shrugged, “fine, I’ll see you next week Y/N.”

From that point on you and Renji met up at the same place every week to practice, there were times where you lost miserably and others where you were able to win. You also got to learn more about him since he was awfully talkative, you learned about his close friend who was taken in by the Kuchiki clan and you understood why he wanted to surpass the squad 6 captain. You, on the other hand, barely spoke, barely let him in to figure out why you wanted to achieve your goal so badly. You did share some minor details about yourself, mainly about what district you were from and some slight details about the woman who raised you, your mother. Through the little sparring sessions you two also grew a bit closer, sharing silent moments where you two would just stare at the sky or times where you two would just walk around and talk about random things or about some of the captains. It felt nice to warm up to someone but you constantly needed to remind yourself of your goal, even if it meant you had to start giving Renji the cold shoulder.

Weeks and months passed and before you knew it you both were graduating from the academy. Renji went to squad 11 and you went to squad 6, you took that as a little jab to Renji and a step closer to accomplishing your goal. You could make your mother proud and make yourself proud.

Then everything came crashing down. When the lieutenant seat was open you were sure that you would fill it, you knew everyone kept a close eye on you during your missions and you were talented. But it seemed like your work wasn’t enough. You were walking through the Seireitei when you overheard two other lieutenants talking. It wasn’t your intention to eavesdrop but once you heard Renji’s name you couldn’t help but listen in. As their conversation went on your heart shattered into a million pieces.

“Renji got the lieutenant position?” You muttered to yourself in disbelief. You were the third seat in squad 6 with growing potential but he got the position. You couldn’t believe it but as you started walking away from where you were hidden it started to hit you like a ton of bricks. Your body moved without any thought and once you reached a secluded area you dropped down to your knees and let the tears that were building stream down your face.

You tried to muffle your sobs with your hands but it was to no avail. They just grew louder and louder as they ripped through you. You didn’t know how long you were there and you didn’t even notice someone approaching behind you.

“Y/N? Are you crying?” He gently placed his hand on your shoulder and you jumped as you turned to face him. Your eyes puffy and red and your face stained with tears. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

You shrugged his hand off you and wiped at your eyes. “You won Renji, you won.” He furrowed his eyebrows and kneeled down to your level, only for you to move away from him.

“Damn it, stop moving away from me and explain yourself. What did I win?”

The pit in your stomach burned from the inside out and you made eye contact with him. “What do you think, Renji? You're a lieutenant and I’m not, you won. You can achieve your goal while I just watch you from the sidelines, yearning for the opportunity you have. The one fucking chance I had just went to dust. That’s what you won.”

His eyes widened at your words, for some stupid reason he thought your goals might have changed once you made it into squad 6. He couldn’t put any words together so he just said what first came to mind, “o-oh.”

You scoffed and shook your head. “Oh? That’s all you have to say?” You moved closer to him and pointed your finger in his chest, “my mother’s last wish was for me to become lieutenant of one of the best captains and then surpass them and I couldn’t even do that. Do you know how much that hurts? That I was so close but I couldn’t even do that? I feel like such a failure Renji, I hate this feeling, I hate it.” You lifted your other hand and gripped his shihakushō as more tears brimmed your eyes.

He didn’t know what to do or say so he just pulled you into his chest, moving his hands along your back as a way to comfort you. “You’re not a failure, you will never be a failure. You’re strong, you're tough, you’re hard headed, you’re intelligent, and you’re everything that’s perfect. That’s why I love you.” Your eyes widened at his words and you lifted your head from his chest.

“You love me?” Your voice trembled a little from crying so much and your fists still gripped his shihakushō. “Please answer me Renji, I-I don’t want this feeling to be one-sided because I love you.”

“I do love you, I love you and I hate seeing you like this. Can I make you feel better? Please let me make you feel better.”

You nodded, not trusting your voice as his hands cupped your face. His slightly calloused thumbs brushed against your cheeks to wipe away any remnants of tears and he leaned in. “I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you never cry again.” With that he pressed his lips against yours in a gentle yet passionate kiss, trying to express all his emotions with every movement of his lips against yours.

You loosened your grip on his shihakushō and wrapped your arms around his neck, now the few tears that spilled from your eyes were tears of relief, relief that he felt the same way you felt about him. As much as you tried to ignore your feelings for him you couldn’t help but feel the pang in your chest, as if your heart was telling you to embrace your feelings instead of hiding them. But now, there was no need for hiding anything, you could bare yourself to him entirely.

He broke the kiss to let you both catch your breath and looked at you, chuckling slightly, “I thought I told you I never wanted you to cry again.” His thumbs wiped away the last tears from the corners of your eyes and you shook your head.

“It’s nothing bad I promise, I’m just relieved.” You placed your hands over his and turned your head to the side to place a kiss on each of his wrists. “I’m really relieved, Renji.”

His cheeks warmed up at your actions and he leaned in to kiss you again, this time he moved to deepen the kiss. Letting his tongue slip against your bottom lip before you let him explore your mouth with the muscle. One of his hands slipped from your cheek to the small of your back, gripping you tightly as you whimpered against his lips. He broke the kiss again, only moving back slightly, “lay down on the grass for me. I know this isn’t the best place or timing but I have to show you how much I love you. I need to.”

You nodded and moved down on your back and Renji settled down on top of you and kissed you again, one of his hands moving along to explore your body. His kisses grew rougher and hungrier and your hands gripped his broad shoulders. His hand moved along your chest and groped your breasts through your shihakushō, making you moan against his lips. “Touch me more please.” He pulled away completely and started undressing you, you could feel the blades of grass against your skin as you laid naked underneath him, the light of the moon shining against your skin which made you look even more beautiful.

He dropped back down and started kissing down your neck, lightly nipping the skin as he moved down to your chest. His fingers went to one of your nipples to gently tug on the hardened bud while he wrapped his lips around the other. You arched your back and moaned his name breathlessly while he suckled, bit and licked your nipple before switching to the other one. “Renji, Renji.” Was all that could fall from your lips as pleasure filled your body. His cock throbbed at your moans and he unlatched from your nipple to start kissing down your belly. You bit your lip and moved one hand down to grab at his ponytail holder, gently pulling it to release his hair. He placed a kiss on your hips before settling on his stomach between your thighs.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that? Every single inch of you is beautiful.” He didn’t give you enough time to really respond before he lifted your legs over his shoulders and licked a tentative stripe along your slit, his eyes were trained on you to watch your reactions, he wanted to make you feel good. He licked another stripe along your slit and pressed a kiss to your clit before diving in. Your legs shook around his head as he alternated between licking and sucking on your clit to dipping his tongue into your entrance to get a full taste of your juices. He continued his ministrations and your thighs clamped around his head as the knot in your stomach finally snapped. “Oh fuck Renji!” Your hands flew down to his head and grasped at his hair, tugging at the burgundy locks. He helped you ride out your orgasm until you dropped your thighs from his head, he lifted his head slightly panting and his lips and chin were covered in your essence.

“You taste so sweet, so damn sweet.” He leaned down and kissed you, slipping his tongue in your mouth so you can get a taste of yourself while he rocked his hips against yours. You felt his hard on right against your clit, feeling it throb every so often. “Renji” you spoke between kisses, “I want you inside me, I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before stripping himself, your eyes widening at his toned body and a small gasp left your lips when you saw his cock. It was thick and long and some part of you wondered if he would even fit, but before you could get into your head too much, it was like Renji could read your thoughts and leaned in to press a comforting kiss against the tip of your nose. The action making his burgundy locks fall around your face, acting as a curtain to block your face from the outside world and to keep your focus on him, not like it would be anywhere else anyways. “I’ll be gentle, I want to cherish you, cherish this first time for us. I won’t rush a thing and if you want me to stop then I will, okay?”

“Okay Renji, I trust you.” He adjusted his position between your legs and captured your lips in his as he slid his cock through your folds, collecting your juices against his tip before he started pressing it in. You gasped against his lips at the stretch and he moved his hand from the base of his cock to your clit, rubbing small circles as he started to slide more of his cock inside you. When he was about halfway inside you he felt your cunt tightening around him, practically on the verge of suffocating his cock.

“D-does it hurt? Do I need to stop?” His words came out mixed in with a groan and his fingers never stopped rubbing circles at your clit. You shook your head and hooked your trembling legs around his waist, “please don’t stop, it feels so good.” He smirked and continued pushing his cock inside you, he recognized the tone in your voice from your first orgasm and it meant that you were going to have another orgasm, just from him slipping his cock inside you. He moved his fingers faster and continued pushing his cock in until he bottomed out and once he did you arched your back again, crying out his name as you orgasmed around his cock. The sensation of you cumming on him was almost enough to make him cum but he didn’t want this to end so soon. He needed to do more, he needed to make you feel better but most of all, he needed you to feel his love.

Once you came down from your orgasm he started thrusting, moving his hips at a moderately slow pace to get you both adjusted to each other. Groans of your name left his lips and the slow snaps of his hips against yours echoed in the night air, mixing in with your moans and whimpers.

“I love you, Renji. I love you, I love you.” His hips moved faster against yours and his cock twitched inside you. He would have never thought that those three words falling from your lips would spur him on so much. “Don’t stop saying it, beautiful, scream it out for every soul in the Seireitei to hear. Let them know that you love me and I’ll let them know how much I love you.” He started snapping his hips against yours faster and harder, jumbled proclamations of your love for Renji fell from your lips and soon his proclamations of his love for you would join.

“I love you so much, beautiful. I love you more than life itself. I love you, I love you, I love you. I only want you by my side and I only need you.” He snapped his hips against yours a few more times before burying his cock in your cunt, filling you with his cum. His head dropped against your shoulder as his hips snapped against yours a few more times to make sure his cum was deep inside you. Your chests rose and fell as you both caught your breath. You wrapped your arms around him and pressed a few chaste kisses along his shoulder.

“Renji? Can we stay here like this for a little while?” He nodded and lifted his head to meet your eyes. “Of course we can, I didn’t want to pull out of you yet anyways.” He chuckled and leaned down to press his lips against yours in a gentle kiss and pulled back.

“I love you so much Renji.”

He lifted one hand to caress your cheek and smiled. “I love you even more, I’m glad you confronted me that day even though you wanted to beat the shit out of me. If that didn’t happen then I don’t know where we would be now.”

You shook your head and pecked his lips, “I believe in fate Renji, our paths would have crossed one way or another. Maybe instead of out here we would be in the barracks or in another open area but I think we would’ve ended up in the same position.”

He chuckled and kissed you again as he flipped you over so you were on top of him while he was on his back. “You’re cheesy but I guess I’ll just have to get used to that.” You nodded and rested your head down on his chest.

“You’re stuck with me Renji.” He traced his fingers along your back and let out a small chuckle. “Good because I can’t imagine a life without you, I don’t know how I existed without you but now I can exist with my soul and my heart intertwined with yours and I can’t think of anything better.”

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