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Dabi Comforts you During your Period

I want to include this in a Dabi fic I’m writing so it’s like an excerpt. Just a lil scene.

You groaned as you rolled over on the bed. It was that dreaded time of the month again. You already took some painkillers, but they were taking their sweet time kicking in. The sound of the front door to your apartment opening didn’t make things better.

“Babe, I’m home!” The voice of your stalker called.

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#bnha #dabi #sfw

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IMAGINE, nanami kento

waking up everyday in the arms of a billionaire was something you never expected, much less a man of nanami kento's caliber.

content warnings ￫ afab!reader (she/her), billionaire!nanami, established relationship!au, old highschool acquaintances to lovers, nanami & reader are both around their mid-thirties, heavy kissing, cunnilingus, cum eating, hickies & marking, multiple orgasms, pleasure dom!nanami, breeding kink, talks of getting you pregnant, etc. + 5.11k words !

collab submission ￫ for @kamorikiri's thank you next collaboration ! thank you so much for letting me participate in this, kiri baby.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight,” Nanami whispers into your ear, lips touching the loose strands of your goddess braids. His supple skin is gentle as he plants a soft kiss. His hands have never left your waist the moment you both stood together hand in hand being led inside the building. The car to which you arrived in shortly drove off seeing as the two of you are fine. The sky is pitch black, street lights and electricity concealing the stars from peering down at you. Looking down at you, Nanami thinks you look so beautiful tonight. You always do, but he loves it when you’re all dolled up, agreeing to waste the night on a charity gala that you had no interest in partaking in, only accepting the offer to be with him. While you might dread the night, he loves showing you off. You’re a beauty that he’s managed to capture the heart of. How could he not? “I know how much you hate things like these.”

You scoff, smiling politely at the employee that leads you inside of the grand hotel, owned by one of Nanami’s many colleagues and business partners. What was his name again? You’ve met him before. Oh right, Gojo Satoru. The man has a prestigious and exquisite taste if you must say so yourself, such a vast hotel that takes heavy inspiration from one of your favorite periods of time. With the outwardly appearance of renaissance architecture that heavily reflects on Italy, the view of the hotel is glorious if you can spot it from miles away. 

As someone who majored in architecture, you appreciated the symmetry and proportions within the building, grabbing hold of the key to that specific century, you always marveled at the sight whenever you came. However, you won’t tell the white-haired fool, he’d let the simple compliment go to his head. 

You loved the ages of the renaissance, beautiful times that you loved reading about. The luscious art that came out of that era, the dark history told in textbooks, the old music and myths that still held heavy influences today. It’s one of the many reasons you’ve convinced yourself to come with Nanami tonight, because truly, you'd rather stay at home. However, it seems like Nanami’s taking a page out of his dear friend’s handbook and stretching the truth. 

“You’re exaggerating,” you nudge Nanami. “I don’t hate these events. I’m just… a homebody.”

Your lips curve at that, Nanami notices when he glances at you. And your eyes sparkle when the doors are opened and you softly mutter your gratitude. He loves that you always take time to thank them. He’s realized that in his years of being spoiled and raised into a family with riches, he’s never once told them so. He’s trying to be better, but he often forgets. 

This has to be your favorite hotel of the bunch he’s dragged you to. He surely can see the appeal, remembering your liking to things like these back in high school. How your eyes would pique with interest when there was any reference to Greek Mythology or the talk of Shakespeare in English. The little things that he remembered about you after twenty years still astound you when he mentions that he recalls those small facts. How despite your interactions being few at the private school, you’d been someone that outshined in the sea of brats. (Brats— Nanami liked to call them to disassociate himself with the band of the privileged, but you like to remind him that he was no better. You, too, remembered stuff about him. Those snide remarks and snarky takes he’d mumble under his breath that he swore no one heard.)

But he digresses. Gojo was unoriginal with naming the hotel— The Renaissance Hotel. It was a glorious sight and a hefty change from the man’s pocket, but the turnout ended up spectacular, Nanami grateful to have partnered with him for it. Especially when he gets to see you gawk at it each time he brings you. Any other man would probably be jealous if their partner never grew ecstatic over something of his, but it made Nanami happy to know that he’d get to see you like this. At some point of the night, he’s expecting you to get lost and look at the replicated paintings on the wall, pointing at one and letting Nanami know that no, this wasn’t from the Renaissance era. (It’s from the Baroque— an equally beautiful point in history, you claim, but still incorrect. He'd tell Gojo right after and by the next day, the painting would be replaced.)

He smiles to himself, a hum leaving him that makes you look at him with curiosity, wondering what’s probing through that beautiful mind of his.  A fine finger pointing at his ribcage, you ask, “What? Are you going to make fun of me again? Say I need to get out of the house more.”

“No,” he chuckles. “Something else.”

You poke out your bottom lip, eyes squinting down with suspicion. “I don’t believe you.” 

“You don’t have to,” Nanami plants his next kiss on your cheek, gently. He recalls the time he kissed you so hard, your makeup smeared against face, the contrast of your foundation not meshing well with his complexion. 

The hotel was packed with people, all dressed nicely in their beautiful dresses and tuxedos. The sight of so many people always made you stiff as Nanami continued to guide you forward in pursuit of the employee bringing them to their assigned table, seats already chosen as he was trying to find a place suitable for the both of you. He could feel the deep inhale that you take, causing his grip to tighten around you. “You look beautiful.”

You know what he’s doing— trying to lighten up the mood and make you feel better. However, you feel like a glass of red wine would do the trick. It’ll help do the trick to calm your nerves. You’re wearing a sleek long, spaghetti strapped black dress that touches the ground, a slit that cuts down from your waist to reveal your leg. You make sure to pin your underwear high enough to where it’s not visible. Nanami picked it out for you and when you first tried it on, you liked how it hugged you. You felt beautiful in it, and you still do, but under the patronizing gazes of everyone else, you’re wondering if their scrutinizing is anything positive. When people approach, wanting to speak to Nanami, will their compliment meet their eyes? Or will they lie to your face? “Thank you.”

“I’m telling the truth.”

“I know you are.” And finally does he find a table that’s not occupied, chairs being pulled out for the both of them. Nanami makes sure to sit right after you do. 

You’ve always imagined yourself in situations like this. When you were tired of working and begging the heavens to give you a sugar daddy to fulfill all of your needs and desires. You never expected your wish to come true, much less with a man that you vaguely knew in high school. You had gotten a full-ride scholarship to the school both of you used to attend, sharing a few classes together and crossing each other’s pathways down the halls. The interactions you both had were few, but he stuck to your mind as you did with him. It never went past faint conversations because neither of you had the courage to. You were a girl that couldn’t afford more than half the things of your peers and didn’t share any of their experiences as you were soon left ostracized for it, only having a friend or two that you could rely on at the time.

Nanami was too focused on his school work to even think about pursuing anything further with you, figuring that maybe the future would draw you two together if it really wanted to. And it desperately wanted to, finding you working as a real estate agent rather than the architect you aspired to be. It took him some time, but he managed to sweep you off your feet when you finally gave him the chance. 

It’s not something you’ve come to regret, more like something that you sometimes fail to accept as your reality. You don’t hate things like this, you just… still can’t picture yourself in this world that Nanami belongs in. 

Hours go by where Nanami’s forced out of his seat, remembering that he’s a man of his caliber. That he can’t be asocial and that he must converse with his peers, spark up potential business partners, make his family name even bigger. This is where you find him the most beautiful, in his element. Firm gaze as he holds conversations with others, faint smiles that peer at the corner of his lips, laughs that you can tell most of the time are fake, the clear annoyance when Gojo finally shows his face with his husband, Geto, following in suit. You love seeing him in action. And then when the lights dim down and dinner has already been served, a soft song playing in the background as Nanami beckons you forward, making you dance with him, you’re put at ease when you’re in his arms. 

It makes your next thoughts contradict the previous ones because in the end, everytime, you enjoy the night. And that when he asks you to come to another fancy event and you ultimately say yes, it’s not forced. You genuinely want to go, creating a facade that you don’t. And sometimes you can’t see through all of Nanami’s faces, wondering if he’s playing along with you. 

When the charity gala comes to an end, Nanami’s sneaking in one more conversation, eyes sparking up at a possible business partner before he officially calls it a night. You’re growing antsy as you’re starting to think about your question. It’s one so simple and you know he’s going to say yes to it, but not before it comes with a look of shock. You only know the Renaissance hotel for its beautiful exterior and the luxury of its lobby and venues, but not for the bedrooms. Not in person at least. You’ve never stayed the night because Nanami assumed you never wanted to, always calling his chauffeur when the event was over and it was time to go. You never rebuttal against it before because you were too tired. You are now, but there’s a spark of energy in you as you stand on two feet, teetering on one heel to the next, hoping that the conversation will end in any second now. 

The older man he’s with has taken notice of your impatience, having spotted you earlier on in the night. A beautiful young woman, he thought, found you and Nanami Kento to be a well-putted pair in the way you two interacted. It reminded the superior of his earlier days with his late wife. When he makes eye contact with you, you smile sheepishly before the older man is nudging Nanami in your direction. “I see that’s your wife?”

“Uh…” Looking back at you, there’s a faint pink tint in his cheeks at the question. No, you’re not his wife yet. He’s got the ring picked out for you, something gentle and more suitable to your taste. He was just waiting for the right time and moment, wanting to prepare something special before popping the big question. After twenty years of reconciling, four of them he’s spent dating you. His parents think he’s taking too long, but he’s wondering if it’s too soon. He loves you, you love him, but he wonders if you’re willing. There are still times when you feel out of place and he’s tried to accommodate you into his world and make you feel comfortable. He’s given you so much, but you find it so hard to accept at times. Will you accept his proposal? “No, she’s my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” The man is loud and he’s sure you’ve heard him. “How long have you two been together?”

“Four years now,” Nanami answers the man’s question, only making the man’s eyes widen even more. If he continues telling him anything more preposterous, Nanami fears he’ll give the man a heart attack. With a gentle man, his superior continues.

“Son,” he gestures towards you. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll propose now. They don’t make women as good as her nowadays. Do that and we can continue our conversation for another time. Now, have a good night.”

He bids Nanami a farewell, giving you a gentle nod before he’s sauntering out slowly and leaving the two of you alone. You’ve heard the man loud and clear, telling Nanami that he needs to propose to you immediately. You can’t help but chuckle, approaching Nanami slowly, you're now the one wrapping your arms around his torso. You figure that he feels awkward after that, and you do, too. However, you know how your favorite blonde can get embarrassed at times.

At the feel of your arms, Nanami’s first instinct is to turn around and wrap you in his arms. With a heavy sigh, he plants some of his weight onto you. Letting out a sigh, his brown eyes meet yours. “Are you ready to call it a night and head home? Haibara’s already waiting outside.”

“Actually,” you purse your lips, deciding to just let it out. “I was wondering if… we could book a room here?”

“Oh?” Nanami’s taken aback just as you expected, slightly pulling out of your grasp at the question, but pulling himself together as he nods gently. “Of course.”

And the room is as beautiful as you imagined it, but Nanami went the extra mile as to booking a luxury suite for the two of you. You wonder if any of the regular rooms look as nice as this one, where you feel as though you’ve taken a machine back into the Renaissance itself. Dark walls with a soft velvet set. Gold trimmings and paintings with large furniture pieces to fill the room. It’s magnificent. Especially the chandelier, where you can control just how bright and dim it could get. Messing with the switch, you come to the final agreement to leave it just below the middle. The lights illuminate gently across Nanami’s bare back as he’s pulling off his shirt. You’re still thinking about the night, how he thinks you hate coming with him to events.

“You know,” you start, calling the attention onto you. “I don’t hate coming to events with you. I… like it actually.”

“You do?” Nanami’s a large man, something he wasn’t back in secondary school. No, he was more lean, and didn't really seem to care about fitness. It was a shock when he remembered your name, reminding you of who he is, and seeing the vast difference. And nothing much has changed, but there was a lot that was different. The change of hair and a stronger demeanor than before. Sometimes you can’t help but gawk at him, feel amazed to be with him. “You know you don’t have to lie to me.”

“I don’t lie to you,” you frown. “When have I lied to you?”

“Apparently when you told me you don’t like coming to charity galas with me,” he points playfully. Pushing at his chest, you scrunch your nose. 

“I’m serious though,” you smile at him. “I don’t mind them as long as I’m with you.”

“Good thing you’re always with me then,” he smiles, grabbing you by the waist. He falls onto the edge of the bed, bringing you down with him with a small grunt. You giggle into his chest, holding on his shoulders as you have to fix the dress to move up his waist. You have to fix your braids to one side, it falling in your face and tickling your skin. Looking up at you, Nanami starts thinking back to what the old man said. Propose to you. And soon. He clears his throat, eyes etching with worry that laces you with concern. “How would you feel… If we did get married?”

You pause, frowning, but not for the reason that Nanami thinks. Truth be told, you’d love that. You’d love that a lot. You’ve spent time thinking about it. Your family is coming down to Japan to visit you. Nanami would try helping you pay for the tickets, but you had your own money, too. More now that he had helped you gain your foot into becoming an architect, introducing you to some of his peers that were willing to give you a chance because of it. It was something that you had to get used to still, feeling like you haven’t worked for it, but it’ll surely be something you have to come to accept if you want to marry him. And you accept that.

“I’d be,” you pause, looking deeply into Nanami’s eyes before planting a gentle kiss on his lips. “Happy.”

“And say that I’ve already got you a ring?” Nanami presses, a large hand coming up to smooth out your arm to your shoulder. You melt into his touch, closing your eyes at the chill of his fingers. 

“I’d wear it proudly,” you smile, pulling a grin from him. He’s glad to bring the ring everywhere, tucked in the pockets of his tuxedo jacket resting nicely on the edge of the bed. His hands reach for it, rummaging through the pocket to reach for the small box. Your eyes widen, not expecting him to have it at hand.

“I didn’t expect him to be so loud,” Nanami sighs. “It kinda ruined the trajectory of how I wanted to propose, but… I figured that he was right. No more stalling.

“I know you aren’t someone fussy, that you probably wouldn’t have enjoyed a public proposal,” Nanami cleans out his throat, eyes on the small box before looking at you. “But if you want something more grand, I’ll do that. I’ll do anything for you. Just say the word.”

Searching in your eyes, he’s waiting for you to object. You shake your head. “No, this is fine, actually.”

You mean it. This feels more real. Tears pricking your eyes as your bottom lip trembles. Nanami pops open the box, revealing the emerald ring to you. It's simple and beautiful. Not a traditional wedding ring. No diamond in sight. Instead, the band is gold and curled with leaves holding the pristine green gem in place. He gently grabs your hand as he inspects your finger. "So…"

He meets your gaze again. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

—

He swallows you with every needy kiss, hands gripping your waist tightly as his nails dig into the fine fabric. When you pull away for a breath, it has to be quick as his lips are searching for yours in a matter of seconds once more. You taste of the glass of red wine you drank earlier, supple lips becoming puffier as he continues to latch onto them. The straps of your dress have slipped off, the rubber breast cups falling against Nanami’s chest as he’s pulled down the dress even further. He finally takes a moment to pull away, taking a moment to digest everything. His eyes are plastered with love and lust, you don’t know which is being overruled more. He’s staring at you with his mouth open an inch wide, still in awe of a beautiful woman like you, his soon-to-be wife. 

Hovering over him, you squirm. Nose scrunching up, you poke at his chest. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Can’t help it when you’ve made me the happiest man alive,” he breathes, one arm snaking up your spine, smoothe digits reaching for the tiny zipper as it drags it down slowly. He watches you shimmy out of it, dark skin that manages to glow under the dim lights. Oh, how the gods have blessed him with an angel. He thinks you’re too good for him. 

His words have you flustered, finding yourself speechless as he pulls you down for yet another kiss. Wet muscles clashing against another as Nanami groans against you. He’s got you so distracted that when he flips your body over, it pulls a squeal from your lip. Dilated eyes back on him, your chest rises and falls and you finally breathe out, “I love you.”

And damn it, he’s all too quick to rebuttal with, “I love you even more,” before he’s crawling down and in between your legs. He hikes up the elastic hem, making eye contact with you as he drags it down and discards it to the ground. You both haven’t packed any spare clothes, so you begin to worry. “Kento, those’re my only panties for the night.”

“It’s fine,” he dismisses with ease. “I’ll have Gojo get you new clothes for tomorrow.”

Arms reach up to hold Nanami’s face as he’s got a thumb pressing at your clit, so fixated on your pussy, he pushes your concerns to the back of his mind. You have to force him to look up at you to finally get him to pay attention. “Kento…”

“Or you can wear none,” comes his other suggestion. "Isn't it healthy to do that sometimes?"

He’s all too serious and you pout, letting the topic go until the morning— or more respectable hours. Letting go of his face, he’s glad to be set free. The kiss he places against your clit, spreading your legs wide for him to see, is tender and sweet. One thing you’ve learned about Nanami is that he eats pussy like he’s making out with you. Mouth that wraps around the nub with care, soft sucks as every drag is wet and sounds the hotel room. He groans into your pussy, enjoying himself as he presses his lower body into the bed, erection buried in his slacks. He lives for the moans that escape from you, sounding like the recordings in the back of sensual songs. If he was in his right mind, he’d record you and save them for later.

Pulling away, he peers up at you. Still astounded that everyday you’re the woman he wakes up to, and that from now on, the days get closer to where he gets to call you by his last name. Two fingers dip in between your folds, feeling the mess you've already made as your juices stick to you. Your juices spill from your pussy, to which he gathers with a swipe of two digits that he uses to lubricate them before stuffing them in his mouth. He does all of this while looking up at you, a deep rumble vibrating off his chest as he sucks them off clean.

He's a little devil, you think. Making you gnaw on your bottom lip, letting out a mewl. The smirk on his face says all too much as his brown eyes stare deep into your soul. "You taste so good. Just… gotta have more of you, doll."

It's all he says before he's planting himself nose deep into your pussy, the tip of tickling your clit while he mouth laps up the flavor of your cunt. He's mapped out every part of your sweet flower, knowing just where it makes you feel so good. Your moans infiltrating the room eggs him on to be such a nasty man, licking from your asshole and back up to your folds. Small breaths that make you clench and squirm as he has to hold you down, strong hands that show the immense difference between your strengths as you can barely move them now. "Kento…"

"Yeah," he mumbles. "Keep saying my name in that lovely voice of yours. Know I'm making you feel so good."

"Ken… mmm," you continue to hum, hands reaching down to pull at the blonde locks. Fingers digging deeply into his scalp, your legs are still trying to fight against while the buck of your hips and your hold on his head tells him otherwise. Your juices and saliva travel down the crevices, seeping down to your asshole as you feel that tight coil in your stomach about to snap. Again, you're calling out his name like a mantra. "Kento, I— Kento, I'm gonna—"

And he's unrelenting, keeping at it until your body is convulsing and white kisses his tongue. His hums intermingle with yours, but he's not pulling away from your cunt. You're not able to come down from your high and enter that post-orgasm bliss when he's still lapping at your cunt, seemingly trying to suck your soul from your pussy. Again, you call for his name, whining out as you try thrashing harder in his hold, still making it nowhere. "Kento, please… 's too much!"

He knows how sensitive your pussy is. He knows how sensitive your clit can get, greedily sucking on for just this reaction, to feel you fight against him but still hold him down for more. With a breathy chuckle, he only grounds himself further and deeper into you.

"You can take it." It comes out muffled and you can barely catch on, but he knows you can. You always do. 

He keeps at it until your third orgasm, licking your folds clean and sucking hickies down your thighs as purple marks and blotches decorate the skin. The sight makes his cock harder, rocking himself slowly in the bed, and he can't help but plant one last kiss against your cunt before climbing over you. When he's face to face with you, despite the hazy feeling, you raise your hand to pull him down to your lips. 

You've called him nasty for how he greedily eats your pussy, but you're nastier for eagerly kissing him right after. And you deepen it tasting yourself on him, his wet face pressing against yours. A string of saliva follows when you pull away, hands traveling up to his bare shoulders, a beautiful clavicle that you always find your hands running across. You pout at your soon-to-be husband. "You're so mean to me, Kento."

"Not mean to you," he shakes his head. "Just deeply in love with you, and treating you how you deserve to be treated."

"I love you."

"I love you even more." 

Quickly, he discards his slacks and underwear, kicking them down to the floor still on top of you. His lips find purchase on your again, making you feel his erection press against your stomach, letting you know how hard you make him. Just how much of a sucker he is for you. You can feel so much love pouring out and surging through him, holding onto your body so tightly as he grinds his length down your folds. When he's ready, and when you're ready, he's aligning it at your entrance. Both of you take a moment to look at each other.

"Gonna make you Mrs. Nanami," Nanami breathes. He can picture your future together, eyes twinkling just at the prospect. It makes chills run down his spine the more he thinks about it. A ring on your finger and your last name changing or hyphenated with Nanami, whichever you choose. Hell, if you even want, he'll take your last name. Living together in his grand house, but as his and yours. A family… he wants to have a family with you. "Gonna make you the mother to all of our children."

At that, he pushes the head of his fat cock. And now with the idea of breeding you, putting kids into your stomach and making it round, it has him going crazy. Mind in a flurry as he doesn't know if he can wait until you both share a last name. He knows you're his forever, so why wait another moment. 

"How many kids do you want?" His thrusts are deep, pelvis kissing your clit as he bottoms out with everyone. He rocks the bed, sharp yet slow thrusts as the wood hits the wall with such low effort. Immediately are you holding onto him, nails digging into his shoulders as you let him continue you with his nonsense. "Let's get a headstart right now actually."

"Oh, Kento…" You nuzzle your face into his neck, lips sucking down on the flesh and creating small red blotches on him as well. He hisses at the feeling, only making him even more drunk off of you. Your legs wrap around him, trapping him in your heat. "However many you want."

He pulls away, searching in your eyes. "I'm being serious, doll."

"And, so am I." Because truly, you don't think you could ever say no to Nanami. Especially when you see those love-blown eyes as he smiles from ear-to-ear. 

And for the first time tonight, he tells you, "I love you," first. 

To which, you respond, "I love you even more."

—

In the morning, Nanami's set you up in a nice bath, letting you continue to sleep. Piping hot water as a dim fire is lit underneath to keep it that way. He's found some bath salts that came with the room, lavender and eucalyptus. He believes these are scents that you like. He pours some in before hearing the faint knock on the open door.

Turning around, there you stand. Leaning against the door frame as you can barely hold yourself up. Nanami had you in all sorts of positions last night, making sure you came over and over again and that you also took his seed. You stand before him with exhausted eyes and a sweet smile as you hold your weight up. "What're you doing up so early? We ended up falling asleep at, like, three. I won't be surprised if some people complain about us."

"Don't worry," Nanami smirks. "The walls are soundproof."

You frown, making a few steps closer to your fiance. The band is around your finger, glimmering nicely in the light. "You didn't answer my question."

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He moves to peck your lips, admiring the marks and hickies down your chest. "I'm running my soon-to-be wife a bath."

"And will you be joining me, my soon-to-be husband?" You wrap your arms around his torso, resting your chin against his chest. 

"Only if you want me to," he hums. You grin with a nod. 

"Of course, I do."

You've always imagined yourself in a life like his, but never thinking you were worthy enough for it to be your reality. However, you know that you'll come to accept it, especially with a man like him. 

author's note ￫ /insert werewolf ripping his shirt meme/ NANAMIIIIIIII AWOOOOOOOOOO GRRRR ARF ARF BARK WOOF ARGGGG AWOOGGGAAA !!

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𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧! 𝐉𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬! 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞! 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲?

𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐢𝐭’𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡…𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫.

𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝑶𝒏𝒆

SINFUL CHOICES | 𝙑𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚! 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙭 𝙉𝙪𝙣! 𝙁𝙚𝙢! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝! 𝘿𝙤𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙤

SMUT 18+ Epilogue | Choice 1: Evil Incarnate | Choice 2: Death Himself CONCEPT: Idea Here + Other Art SUMMARY: Life is beautiful and you cherish every moment of it. You’re grateful for your sisters, your church, and for the gift of being alive. The Lord plans everything, but why must he be so cruel? Amongst the corpses of your fallen sisters and your silent church, you decide between two evils that promise you the most sinful things.

𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝑻𝒘𝒐 NO PAIN | 𝙎𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙧! 𝙇𝙖𝙬 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

SMUT 18+ Week 1: New Friend | Week 2: Secrets Out (POSTPONED) CONCEPT: Inspired Idea + Inspired Idea + Inspired Idea SUMMARY: Fresh from High School you’re ready to embark on your first year of Medical School. Though shy, you manage to capture the attention of one of your Senior classmates. His style is edgy, but when he pursues the art of surgery you forget what you get yourself into. Sure, what’s wrong with accompanying him to one of his night outs? Only the worst of course.

SHIBARI | 𝙑𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚! 𝙈𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙬𝙠 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

SMUT 18+ AFTERHOUR Tale 1 SUMMARY: It doesn’t matter how many times you try to kill him, you’ll always lose. But after another sick attempt, you find yourself in his care within his castle. He’s willing to teach you a few things…

𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

MR WOLF | 𝙒𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙛! 𝘼𝙘𝙚 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

SMUT 18+ Bite 1: Twilight | Bite 2: Dusk CONCEPT: Inspired Idea SUMMARY: Halloween Rave parties is your best chance in getting a good friend. But you can’t help but fall for the cute freckled guy dressed like a wolf. Lucky for you, he knows how to treat a cute girl where his specialty lies —a steamy walk in the woods.

EROTIC | 𝙒𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩! 𝙀𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙆𝙞𝙙 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

SMUT 18+ AFTERHOUR Tale 2 SUMMARY: Find the mysterious killer in the woods, they said, and you’ll win a cash prize. Thing was, you didn’t expect to be hunted as well.

𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

OH FATHER | 𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣! 𝘼𝙠𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙪 𝙭 𝙉𝙪𝙣! 𝙁𝙚𝙢! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

SMUT 18+ Dreadful Night CONCEPT: Inspired Idea SUMMARY: It’s nearly impossible to be a Nun without sexual and physical temptations. You thought you’d hide it best than your other Sisters, but when a new Father so happens to visit for a while, well…you can’t help but lust for him can you? But of course, he seems to have his own secrets as well.

KINKY SUPRISE | 𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣! 𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙤 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢! 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣! 𝘼𝙘𝙚

SMUT 18+ AFTERHOUR Tale 3 SUMMARY: unrevealed

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#kinktober 23 #misc #masterlist #spicy #*read tags if any!*

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MOMMY MIDNIGHT

NEMURI KAYAMA + FEMALE READER

WARNING: OVERSTIMULATION, CUNNINGLINGUS, (LESBIAN) MATING PRESS? TRIBBING

Mommy Midnight.. In all her big-titted, curvaceous glory. All slitted eyes and sharp teeth, manicured nails stabbing into the roof of your jaw, holding your face between her legs as she plants a heeled toe onto the mattress, puncturing the foam similar to the way her fingers puncture your cheeks. Smooshing your nose into the chub of her mound, smothering you with the heady musk of her pussy.

“There’s a good girl, lick it all up for mommy.” She croons, swaying her waist back and forth, rolling her slicked up folds over your chin in pulses.

You gurgle, writhing against the bedsheets as she pumps her puffy clit against your tongue faster, humping and fucking your mouth with the likeness of a rabbit in season. She nudges you further into the crease of her thigh, silently commanding you to plunge your tongue deeper.

The moment you retract, webs of sticky, spit-slicked saliva snap against your neck. You hiccup, swiping your tongue over your bottom lip to collect the gooey residue.

She sneers at your strangled moans, scrunching the collar of your shirt in her fist to slam you down onto the bed. Crushing you between the red velvet sheets.

She pets the side of your temple, flicking at the baby hairs spiralled in sweat against your forehead. “Do you want Mommy to fuck your pussy now, little baby?”

You mew, hooking your knees over the bend of your elbows to make way for the plush mass of her pink mound to press against your own. Shifting to line your frothing wet sex up against hers, you rub the stiff nub of your horny clit through her dampened labia, squeaking at the wet clicking sound of your holes suctioning together.

She mounts you like a horse, sitting upon the arch of your ass like a throne as she pushes your ankles back against your shoulders. The wild crest of deep-purple crowning her slit tickles your glossed clitty, scrubbing against the little patch of flesh below your navel. She hums, whipping her spiked length of hair behind her as she leans over you, clawing fresh marks into your chest with her red acrylics.

After gaining her balance atop your trembling legs, she begins her movements, similar to how she fucked your mouth prior — in slow, deep strokes. Dragging her puffy folds over your dribbling twat before jerking her hips, nudging your little pearl at the end of every thrust then pulling away, only to begin again. Strings of translucent fluid accompany each bump and grind, pulling her throbbing sex back down to meet yours in a sticky wet kiss, squelching lewdly with a mix of steaming slick and saliva.

“Mommy’s gonna cum.” She pants while bandaging your ankles in her palms with crimson claws stabbing jagged crescents into the skin. “You want Mommy to cum on your pussy?”

“Mhm! Mhm!”

It comes as no surprise once her thighs begin to buck wildly, thumping down on the soft ridges of your vulva until her throbbing cunt ricochets of yours, inducing your own leg shaking, world shattering, eye rolling orgasm. Pulsing clits shove at pulsing clits, prodding at each of your soft spots until the gorgeous rolls of her muscular stomach fold, hunching over you as she catches her breath, tits swinging against your nipples.

“Good girl..”

#bnha #nemuri kayama x fem reader #wlw #spicyyy

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ଘ “perv!Touya x pastors daughter! reader”

ଘ MDNI!

ଘ reader is afab/black and chubby coded!! I try not to include gendered terms!

ଘ Tw!: Perv thoughts, fingering, sacrilegious?.,blasphemy (just in case)(that’s it I think<3)

ଘ Not proofread! I got a little lazy with the end sorry!!pls let me know if you find any errors<3 happy reading!

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+!!!

Touya hated everything about church. Dressing in uncomfortable drab clothes, the agonizingly long sermons that your father would spout every Sunday for hours. The only thing he didn't hate was you.

ଘ You and your short white frilly dresses, that he could peek under to get a glimpse of your panties when you shuffled about the church.

ଘ You and your little silver cross necklace that sits so perfectly between your soft breasts.

ଘ You and your gorgeous, soft, voluptuous figure that he wants to see ripple as he pounds into you while you're bent over one of the pews.

ଘ He loves how innocent and untouched you are.He has spent countless nights in his bed, imagining what it would feel like to push into your chubby, velvety cunt. And take your innocence from you.

ଘ He imagined all the sweet angelic sounds you would make when he folds your legs to your chest and devours your delicate, sweet cunt.

ଘ He spends hours dreaming about sneaking into your cute pink bedroom that has crosses hung up on almost all 4 walls, and fingering you on your flower-printed sheets while your dad is just a wall away.

ଘ His favorite part of the service is when you flutter around the church as it ends, asking everyone if they enjoyed it.

ଘ He loves how when you finally get to his section, and he's just close enough to smell your vanilla perfume.

ଘ He loves when you look directly at him, out of all his family members, with big round cheeks and even bigger eyes, and ask him if he enjoyed the service.

ଘ How could he respond with anything other than " Of course"? Even though he knows the only reason that he comes to church week after week is just to think of more ways to defile you.

ଘ He thinks you're the purest thing he's ever seen, and he just wants to ruin you.

ଘ He spends most of his time "praying" on Sundays, thinking about your pretty silver cross dangling in his face as you bounce on his cock. Pretty face tear-stained, mouth agape babbling half-coherent sentences telling him it's too much.

ଘ So that following Sunday when the service comes to a close and you're making your rounds.And you stop and ask if he would like to come over for bible study after church every once in a while cus he just seems so interested in the sermons. A smirk can’t help but make its way onto his lips as he nods and says sure. How could he deny a free pass into your home almost every Sunday? especially when you asked him so nicely.

#touya x reader #bnha #dark conty

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The Gang’s all Here

HAWKS 

AIZAWA 

MIRIO

TODOROKI 

DEKU 

BAKUGO

DABI 

LEVI (AOT)

JASON TODD (DC’S BATMAN)

All Might x Reader 😈 🗡 🩸

Miruko x Reader 😈

Present Mic x Male Reader Semi 😈

Sebastian Castellanos x Reader 🗡🩸

Yandere Mirio x Reader 🗡

Yandere Daisuke Kambe x Fem Reader 🖤

Yandere Dabi x Reader 😈

Yandere Hawks x Reader Royal AU Semi 😈

Shigaraki x Reader 😈

 Yandere Stein x Weapon Reader 😈

Shigaraki /// Tik Tok 🖤

Yandere Hawks x Chubby Reader  Semi 😈

Music AU /// Dabi x Reader 😈

Hawks x Nurse Reader 😈

Yandere Dabi x Pregnant Reader 😈

#bnha x reader #dark conty #masterlist #*pls read content warnings*

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Yanderes that comfort you after completely violating you. <3

Its such mixed feelings as they pull you into their strong arms after leaving you covered in marks and bruises and stuffed with cum. Telling you how proud they are of you, how you're such a good girl, cuddling and kissing the top of your head like they didn't force themself on you like a wild animal moments ago.

And running their hand through your hair, rubbing your back as they whisper praises and apologies in your ear, encouraging you to let it all out as you sob into their chest.

But then their hands slowly wonder, squeezing your waist, then going down to your bare ass they can't help but slap and squeeze, starting the cycle all over again.

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JJK - Gojo, Geto, Mahito, Choso, Toji

BNHA - Deku, Kirishima, Bakugou, Shinsou, Shoto, Shigaraki, Aizawa

Tokyo Revengers - Hanma, Mikey, Baji, Izana, Ran, Taiju

#misc #dark conty

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( 𝟽𝟽𝟽 ) ⸻ pretty mouth, pretty girl !

before reading please be advised of the following — female reader, female antomy described, reader is black coded (descriptors included), modern au/non curse au, usage of spit, titty fucking, established relationship (reader & choso are dating), this fic belonged to another character but i gave it to my pookie, enjoy !

The coolness of the silver rings that decorate his fingers touched his lips as he was in deep thought. He liked you. Correction, he was pretty sure he was in love with you.  He liked the way your tongue licked the wrapping paper when you two smoked in your favorite spot after a joyride on his motorcycle. He liked how you lathered your lips in whatever lip gloss was in your miniature purse that could only fit a piece of candy and probably about two other things. He enjoyed how you talked—your voice like a sweet tune on a Sunday morning. He enjoys the sun bouncing off your brown skin, giving it a perfect glow—like a spec of gold was sprinkled on it.

 Choso enjoyed how your coils fell in your face after a successful attempt at whatever hairstyle that had his oversized t-shirt you wore the night before drenched in water and hair products. He loved that you got along with his brother Yuji Itadori; former flings couldn’t tolerate the pinked-haired male. But you, you seem actually to be able to have a conversation with him—so any stamp of approval from Yuji was huge for Itadori. He can go on and on—create countless Apple notes checklists about what he liked, cherished, and loved about you. But nothing beats the one thing that had his cock twitching in anticipation.

The way you looked up at him when you were on your knees.

Your plush, plump lips are swollen from kissing. Your knees are bruised from the wooden floors below your body—Choso forgot to put a pillow down. But he was sure he’d put a bandaid and clean up the bruises late on, but right now, he wanted to focus on you. Your pretty manicured hands holding your tits tightly together with his cock wedged in between them. The lewd, wet sound of the spit he hawked down on them and the lube he found me in his nightstand was like music to his ears. His burning ears felt so hot that he could have been running a fever.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Choso whined while his hips bucked upward several times. He wanted to touch you some more badly, but if he did—he’d come so quickly.

“Like what?” You questioned as your mouth gasped open just in time for thrust forward in between your boobs and your tongue to brush against the slit on his pink-shaded mushroom-shaped tip. Being sure to let your tongue briefly brush against the silver hoop that created his Prince Albert piercing.

“Shit, I can’t wait to fuck you after this.” He grunted through broken whines as he increased the movement of his hips. He was bucking so recklessly that it was causing you to fall backward just a bit.

Your hand grasped at his toned thighs to stop him briefly, “Slow down! You’re going to make me fall.” You glance up at him through your eyelashes, and instantly his cheeks fade to a crimson color in not only humiliation but the fact that he is about to cum.

“I’m sorry. I told you to stop making that fuckin’ face, and you just do it.” Choso says, his teeth nip on his lower lip. If he could, he would bite his lip off in embarrassment.

“I can’t help it that my face makes you about to come,” You respond before you grasp at the bottle of lube that is next to your body. You opened it, lathering it between your tits, and now grasped upon them tighter. “Now, you might want to hurry before the others come over for game night.”

Shit, Choso was thinking so much with his dick that he forgot about the game night.

He didn’t respond to your words. He went back to thrusting his girthy cock in between your boobs. With each thrust, you’re trying not to let the grasp on your boobs go. With each thrust, Choso’s beautiful eyes are staring down at you and how you look. 

This was the look he was talking about. The way your teeth dig into your bottom lip as if letting him titty fuck you was the most important task that you must concentrate on. Or that on some thrusts, your tits are spilling apart in one hand because you were so eager to rub at your clit through your panties—he already knew you were soaked. Chaotic sexual activities like this always had your panties soaked. So soaked that they stuck to your pussy lips briefly when he dragged them down your legs.  

His finger grasped at the wooden nightstand next to his bed to gain some form of balance as his thrusting continued. His head fell back in a temporary bliss, and he could feel his cock twitch in anticipation. His thick cock being wedged between your perfectly sized tits was driving him insane. His body heat increased with seconds, and he tugged the graphic t-shirt up and brought the ends of it in between his teeth so he could get a better view.

“Continue that; I’m about to come, baby.” Choso coos softly. 

He could feel his balls grow heavy, and he knew that he was about to release a heavy load. The way that you knew him, his soul, and his body so well—you knew it too. Your hands grasp tighter at your boobs, and you begin to maneuver your body to match Choso's reckless thrusting between your boobs. He lets out a dragged-out slur of your name before he's a coming mess. 

Thick ropes of cum shoot out the tip of his cock, similar to water squirting out of a water gun. His hand gripped his cock as he angles himself to paint his canvas. You, his stunning girlfriend. You wait patiently—no desperately for his cum. His cum that he lets shoots all over your pretty face. His cum that drips down on your perky tits—just adding on to the mess that decorates your chest. 

The sight of his white-shaded cum imprinting your face probably became his favorite look. Especially seeing the sight of you letting your tongue drag alongside your lips to collect the liquor that splattered on your lips.

Maybe the game night for tonight can be postponed. 

#jjk #choso x reader #spicy

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— age gap / best friend’s mom trope

connie was guilty for many things. having a love for quick things, like the way of living, or money. he was guilty of having such an strong love for fast cars, and dying his hair. but he had never thought to add falling for his best friend’s mom on the list.

neither knew how they had grown to like one another other so much. how they grew desperate for each other’s company, or touches. even kisses, and god did they love that. they both had voices screaming to stop- how this would turn out to be a terrible situation. voices that told you the age gap was too much, he wasn’t ready for things that you were. but he always proved you wrong.

now you layed in a heart shaped bed, in the never sleeping Las Vegas where you both had just shared i do. one step closer to connie being adamant on filling you with his seed. his daughter.

“take s-some outuhhh!” you gritted through your teeth pushing at the tattooed abdomen. your cunt clenched around him, cream falling out of you at just the sight of the red ink tattoo with your name right where the thing that kept him living beat. “you got it. your a big girl mama” fully entering you with one stern pump, he sat still using the pad of his thumb and swiping your red lipstick lips before kissing you hard.

hunger was behind the kiss. it was so powerful that you couldn’t help but moan, his lips sucking on your tongue then pulling back quickly with heavy breaths. you two just started into each other eyes, no words but loving looks- all until connie abruptly put two fingers in your mouth and started to fuck you hard.

“s-suck em. show me how you suck on my dick” he watched your every move throwing his head back when your tongue swirled around the tattooed digets, spit dripping down his knuckles. “mmm just like fuckin that” he praised you, balls slapping against your ass and fingers going deeper into your mouth until her heard your gags.

the roughness did something to your body, it drove you wild so mucb that you began to bob your head, spit gather in the bands of your new commitment of till death do you part. “y-your mine, shit m-maaa!” you stared at how he was starting to slow down, his hips never stoping its speed but just growing sloppy from him being close.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head clenching around one good time before your squirt got all over connie. he was slowly losing the toughness, your pussy only getting wetter and tighter that he had to quickly romve his fingers and stuff his face into your neck, whining from how good everything was feeling.

his pierced - sensitive nipples rubbing against your hot skin making him sigh from shock. his cock let out ropes upon ropes of seamen, that was for sure impregnating you. while all of that was happening, your rubbed your now husband giving his soft loving kisses. so often containing a moan from how full you were feeling.

#aot #connie x reader #spicy

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HE'S SUCH A SWEETHEART, yuuji itadori cw — loving boyfriend!yuuji, perv!yuuji, jock!yuuji, reader and yuuji are in university and reader is an art major, he's literally a wolf in sheep's clothing omg, muscular yuuji.., unprotected sex, oral (f + m receiving), groping, consensual recording, locker room sex, car sex, hickeys, he literally is feral, and ur both equally gross

( EROS WRITES — this is for @murderofravens who made a very good point of yuuji being mischaracterized in writing .. this post specifically inspiring this entire drabble. requests ARE open btw so feel free to request ! )

yuuji itadori is a good boyfriend.

he's sweet. he's loyal. he's charming. your parents love him and await the day the two of you get married in the far future. he never misses a date, nor does he ever miss an opportunity to spend time with you, despite how busy he usually is with practice. sure, he's sweaty and out of breath when he sees you, looking like he's ran a mile just to reach you, but it's okay because you know he's just glad he gets to see you. he even goes out of his way to buy you chocolates and flowers whenever he can!

your friends agree that you're the luckiest out of the entire friend group; blessed with a loving boyfriend who would do anything for you. he goes to all of your art houses, he even buys you a coffee and stays up with you all night in the university's studio, despite having a game or practice the next day.

what your friends don't know about is the numerous hickies that litter your body, because yuuji itadori can't go without putting his hands on his baby longer than five minutes!

the pda in public is kept to a minimum, besides the boy's obvious pervy comments that your friends brush off as jokes or the occasional kiss and hand-holding, but in private? ohh that boy can't get enough of you.

smacking your ass, biting into your skin at any given moment, yuuji can't help it. he loooves the sight of you. he's a total pervert. you've practically given up on buying more underwear because he'll either, a), rip the pair off as soon as he gets you underneath him, or b), steal them and stuff them in his pockets to get off later with them. he stuffs one pair in the pocket of his tights during football practice and claims it's good luck. (you're like, totally embarrassed, but you let him get away with it because you love him.)

they don't know about how he practically pins you to one of the empty benches in the locker room, practically pounding into you to the point where you're sure that you can be heard outside of the room, skin on skin contact louder than the heavy moans and groans the two of you release.

they don't know about the way he'll send you nudes and videos of him fucking up into his fist, even when you're with them, tip of his cock an angry red as the tip leaks. they especially don't know about him recording you as he fucks you, camera capturing the fucked-out expression on your features and the ripple of your ass as he takes you from behind.

they don't know about how the two of you will fuck in his car after a game until the windows get foggy, whether he loses or not. you don't care if he wins or loses because you get fucked real good either way. he'll let you ride him in the front seat when he wins, wearing his jersey because he loves the sight of it on you, or he'll fuck you like a walking stress reliever when he loses.

and they definitely don't know or need to know about the way poor yuuji complains and whines about how condoms just don't feel comfortable on him; how no brand really fits him. and you believe him, with the way his muscles ripple when he stretches his arms. after years of playing sports and working out, your boyfriend is ripped. so you let him fuck you raw and he'll either pull out and finish on your ass or your tits. if he's feeling particularly lazy though, he'll just do it inside. he says it's too much work to actually pull out after a long day, and you don't mind it all too much.

to your friends, yuuji's the kindest boyfriend ever. they don't know about the dirty words he whispers in your ears, calling you his 'good little whore,' or the way he fucks you until he can see tears spilling from your eyes.

he's a sadist, for sure, but you wouldn't have it any other way, not when he kisses your tears away after you're both fucked out, not when he pulls you close into his side and cuddles you.

because yuuji itadori is a good boyfriend. he is sweet. he just has a couple of special interests in private too.

erosuya. (@cafekitsune for divider.)

#jjk #yuuji x reader #spicy

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𝐜𝐰 — 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐨𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧, 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐜𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐩-𝐢𝐧-𝐯 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 𝟑.𝟗𝐤

the walls and floor of the nightclub shook with every resounding beat of the electronic dance music, and the air charged with the infectious electricity of the crowd. the room itself was filled with a mixed stench of alcohol, sweat, and a somehow pleasantly light aroma of earth; scents that were sure to linger on your clothes for the next few laundry cycles. 

in between the revolving glow of the strobe lights, reiner caught a glimpse or two of you dancing at the edge of the crowd, your body squished amongst the group of your friends as you swayed your hips to the music. 

the alternating purple and blue hues of the lights cast an ethereal brilliance on your features, highlighting every perfect curve and contour as you danced the night away. and, through the alternating cycle of songs, you’d cast a teasing glance over to your husband, your eyes silently beckoning him to join you on the dance floor.

but, ever the recluse, reiner maintained his spot in the shadows of the club— preferring to stay seated in the private booth your friend group had rented out in celebration of your birthday, his legs spread far apart and body relaxed into the leather cushions while he sipped on a stiff glass of pear brandy. he preferred to watch you from afar anyway, the opportunity allowing him to truly take in and appreciate your beauty. even, after ten years of marriage, reiner continued to believe that you were the prettiest woman he had ever had the privilege to meet.

like the doting husband he was, reiner adored every one of your features— from the way you had styled your hair for the evening, to the shimmer of your glittery makeup under the club lights, to the way your body always moved flawlessly to the tempo of the music. reiner knew you were the prettiest girl in the club that night, especially with how your little black dress clung to you like a second layer of skin.

and, by recognizing how attractive you were to not only him but to other people as well, reiner made sure to stay observant of the crowd. and, while doing so, reiner was able to take note of how many men shamelessly stared at you from afar, their eyes devouring every roll of your hips, every tilt of your head as you bobbed to the beat of the music. most men knew better than to approach you though, especially since you were a part of a large group and definitely because of the glistening wedding band on your ring finger.

yet, there is always that one fool— a clueless, stupid, arrogant fool.

reiner quirked an eyebrow as a man approached you from behind, watching intensely as the man didn’t hesitate to settle his hands on your waist. you recoiled from his touch, taking a large step forward to escape his wandering fingers. yet, ever the idiot that he was, be it because of alcohol or drugs or just a lack of social conscience, the man took you as a challenge— grabbing at your wrist and tugging you back into his embrace.

unfortunately, your friends were beyond drunk to notice your dilemma, too far off in their own little worlds. reiner pressed his lips together, clutching the crystal rock glass in his hands as he watched the scene unfold. he waited for your signal before stepping in; after being together for so many years, he had learned that you could defend yourself perfectly well without his aid. he’d just have to wait patiently for your signal before making himself known.

and, within a matter of seconds, you looked over at reiner— your brows raised and jaw set, annoyance obvious on your face. and, that was all he needed to pound the rest of his drink and march over to your side. the crowd around the edge scattered away like bugs under a flashlight, providing enough disruption to grab your harasser’s attention.

"what's going on?" reiner's baritone voice boomed in your ear over the blasting music, his presence casting a dominating shadow over you and the other man.

"this fucker won't leave me alone," you relayed to reiner, side-eyeing the man as he fidgeted in his spot. reiner was at least a foot taller than him; the man was far too slim and flimsy to pose any threat to his or your well-being. if reiner really wanted to, he could probably snap the man like a twig with just his pointer finger and thumb. as a matter of fact, the idea didn't seem too bad given the circumstance.

"came over here trying to sweet talk me or something," you continued, your arms wrapping loosely around reiner's waist. reiner ducked his head to hear you better, his eyes narrowing at the embarrassed man across from him. "told him i had a husband; he said he didn't care."

a wicked smirk tugged at reiner's lips as he glanced between you and the man, his irritation with the situation growing by the second. reiner placed a quick kiss on the side of your head before unraveling himself from your grasp, taking a single stride to cut the distance between the man and himself. 

"my wife said you were bothering her," reiner towered over the man, crossing his thick arms over his burly chest. the man was definitely far from posing any challenge. reiner wouldn’t be surprised if he was pissing himself right then and there. "can't take no for a fucking answer, huh?" reiner raised an eyebrow.

the man visibly gulped, trying to remain composed under reiner's daunting gaze. "i— uh, i—" the man stuttered, either too intoxicated or too mortified to answer, most likely both.

"you— uh, you what? too much of a bitch to answer?" reiner took a step closer as he mocked the man, his chest practically pressed to the man's face. he peered down at the man with a hardened gaze, a few nearby stragglers turning their heads to witness the scene unfold. "how old are you anyway? twenty-one? twenty-two? you’re definitely a fucking kid because you’re either too young or too damn stupid to realize that you shouldn’t keep trying to fuck with a woman who’s clearly not interested in a little shit like you."

the man's adam’s apple bobbed as the situation escalated; "i was just— i just wanted to show her a good time," the man rushed out his answer in a single breath, mustering up enough courage to formulate a proper sentence. "wasn't looking for trouble, i promise. you guys have a good night."

before the man could escape, reiner grabbed at the man's shoulder, giving the muscle a tight squeeze. a crooked smile painted itself across reiner's face, "woah woah woah, where the hell are you going? you wanted to show her a good time, huh?" your husband looked over his shoulder at you, an idea already formulating in his mind. you shook your head, knowing exactly what was going on in his head. it was a bad idea. definitely a bad idea.

ignoring your disapproval, reiner looked back at the man, his smile stretching into a cheshire grin. "why didn't you just say so?" the blonde said with a long drawl.

reiner’s arm was draped around your shoulders as he led you and the man down the hallway of a hotel. after finding out that the man who had been harassing you “just wanted to show [you] a good time”, reiner had been quick to offer him the chance to prove so— immediately booking a room at a nearby hotel and ordering an uber ride to transport the three of you there. it was your birthday night after all, and how cruel would it be for your husband to deny you of a “good time”?

the entire engagement had been awkwardly silent. besides the limited conversations reiner held with the uber driver and then the hotel’s front desk agents, neither you nor the man talked— staying as far away from one another as possible given the situation. 

it was borderline deranged how much reiner’s mood had changed, almost as if a light switch had been turned on that converted reiner’s usually protective, reserved persona to one that was scarily more easygoing and extroverted.

as reiner hovered the key fob over the hotel door’s lock, he glanced back at the man who was following you two around like a lost puppy— reiner’s smile widening at the sight of the faint tent appearing between the man’s legs. 

the hotel room was extravagant— featuring a private balcony, a tall dresser, a couch, an office desk & chair, a massive flat-screen tv, and a king-sized bed at the center of the room. you clenched your jaw, rolling your eyes in irritation at the obviously giddy expression on your husband’s face.

“what?” reiner pecked your forehead, briefly ignoring the other person in the room. his attention solely focused on you. “he wants to show you a good time, right? i may as well set the mood right, ja?”

you chewed on the inner lining of your cheek, nerves still wavering with worry. “reiner, i don’t think—”

“shhh, liebling,” reiner captured your lips in a passionate kiss. any lingering qualms you had disappeared at the feeling of his soft lips against yours, his beard tickling your face as he deepened the kiss. his tongue slipping into your mouth, massaging all of your doubt away. 

the man coughed in the distance, reiner breaking the kiss to give him some of the attention he sought. “are we going to start? or—?”

reiner tsked in annoyance. “sit.” he commanded, motioning for the man to sit down on the couch. and, the man did so without protest, his palms pressed to the top of his thighs as he waited for reiner’s next direction.

“so, you want to fuck my wife, ja?” reiner twisted you around to face the man, your eyes locked with the stranger as reiner pressed your back against his front. you could feel the warmth of reiner’s breath on the back of your neck before his nose nuzzled into the back of your head, burying his face into your hair. he inhaled the sweet aroma of your conditioner, allowing the scent to wash over him before peering back over to the man. 

“you said you wanted to show her a ‘good time’? you really think you could?” goosebumps rose along your skin at reiner’s delicate touch, his fingers hooking onto the thin straps of your dress to tug the fabric down. he ducked his head down to press a soft kiss to the top of your shoulder, his eyes remaining zeroed in on the visibly flustered stranger. "come on, be honest. say it. you want to fuck my wife."

the man's eyes flickered between you and reiner, a light shiver coursing through his body as he watched reiner’s hands pull your dress further down, your breasts easily spilling out from the dress’s confines due to your lack of bra. "say it." reiner instructed.

"i want to fuck your wife."

reiner's lips stretched into a cruel smile. “do you know how long it takes to learn a woman’s body?” your husband began to lecture. “do you know how long it took me to figure out what my wife liked? where she likes to be kissed? how she likes to be fucked?”

your skin flushed with embarrassment as reiner kneaded at your breasts from behind, tugging and pinching at your sensitive nipples as he rolled the perky buds between his rough fingers. you could feel heat begin to pool between your thighs, pussy lips tingling as the air thickened with the sexual tension in the room.

the man gulped, “look, dude, i didn’t mean to offend you— or, your wife— i—”

reiner pinched your nipples harder, pulling a loud yelp out from between your lips. the man flinched in response. “halt den mund!” your husband barked, silencing the man from speaking any further. the man sank back into the couch, the weight of defeat heavy on his shoulders.

“you’re lucky i’m a kind man, a good man. my beautiful wife and i are going to give you a lesson in how to please a woman,” reiner’s german accent thickened as his voice dipped into a lower octave, his hands continuing to mindlessly knead at the soft dough of your breasts. “isn’t that right, liebling? you want to help me teach the stupid boy a lesson or two?”

you nodded your head in reply, leaning further into reiner’s possessive touch. the presence of the other man in the room seemed to fade into the back of your mind, your head becoming clouded by the naughty thoughts of what reiner could possibly be playing.

this had been the first time reiner had ever allowed another person to play a part in your intimacy; if you could even call this circumstance that. and, as embarrassed and uncomfortable as you felt in this moment, you couldn’t fight the feeling of arousal that bloomed between your thighs. 

“don’t be shy, liebling,” one of reiner’s hands abandoned your tit to grasp at the hinge of your jaw, the pad of his thumb caressing your jawline. he dipped his head to nip at your ear lobe, lightly pressing his teeth into the soft cartilage before releasing. “use your words. tell the little boy you want to show him how a woman likes to get fucked.”

with your husband’s guidance, you allowed yourself to become more confident, recognizing just how much power your words held in furthering this event. 

if there was going to be anyone who was in real control of how this situation was going to play out, it was going to be you. because you knew that if you told reiner to stop playing around and just kick the man out right now, he would do it without any form of protest.

“you’re going to sit there and watch,” you told the man, recognizing the pitched tent in the man’s pants. he squirmed in his spot on the couch, beads of sweat forming on his hairline. “and, you’re going to learn how to show someone a good time.”

your cheek rubbed against the silky sheets of the bed, a string of drool seeping from the corner of your mouth and pooling into the dampened mattress beneath you. your head bobbed along with each sharp rut of reiner’s hips, his cock driving so far deep into you that you were sure you could see stars.

“mmmm, would you look at that… isn’t she just the prettiest? ” reiner purred from behind you, his hands gripping at the fat of your ass cheeks. dragging your sopping cunt back and forth along his cock, using you as if you nothing more than a simple cock sleeve. you were positive he wasn’t talking to you.

“she’s got the best pussy. so wet and warm, squeezin’ me so tight— no matter how many times i make her cream on my cock, she’s— always— milkin’— me— for— more—” reiner commented through gritted teeth, the words punctuated by each brutally restrained thrust into you.

you mewled along to his praises, arching your back deeper into the form of a crescent while raising your ass impossibly higher into the air. reiner was absolutely right— no matter how many times he made you cum, you were always left begging for more. and, he was always happy to oblige.

reiner laced his fingers around the bottom of your jaw, cupping your head gently to shift your viewpoint. your glossy eyes met the man across from you; you had learned his name at some point during this whole ordeal, yet your mind was far too clouded to recall what it was. it was something lame and forgettable, just like him.

the man squeezed at the base of his cock— his shaft veiny, slim, and far smaller than reiner’s. smaller than any other man’s you had ever seen before actually. it suited him though, it was just as feeble and pathetic.

“i still can’t believe you thought you’d get a chance to fuck my wife. what kind of a good time would you be showing her with that, hm?” reiner’s words were harsh and demeaning, the man shifting his gaze away in distress. “no no, don’t look away. you keep your eyes on her.”

and, the man did as told. whatever mortification the man felt was far less important than the pleasure he must be receiving from reiner’s cruel words, his hands continuing to boldly stroke his dick in synchronization with reiner’s pace.

reiner guided you up from your face-down position to press your back against his chest, his hand trailing down from your jaw to cup at the underside of your breast. he rolled his thumb over the puffy nipple, his cheek pressed against yours as he continued to drag his cock in and out of your gummy walls.

“you really thought you’d get the chance to touch these perfect tits? to suck and play with them?” reiner’s other hand found the purchase of your other breast, both of his large hands massaging your chest— tweaking and rubbing and squeezing your breasts in his mighty grasp. “and, you wouldn’t just stop there, right? no no, don’t lie, you wouldn’t.”

“you’d move south,” one of reiner’s hands trailed down the length of your front— ghosting over your abdomen, past your pelvis, and down to your clit. reiner rolled the tips of his fingers over the overstimulated bud, drawing loose circles and figure eights over it. 

he then slotted your clit between the space of his index and middle fingers, rubbing the messy area of your inner labia as he spread your soaking folds apart. “take note, boy— this is where the clit is; do your best to remember it. you always, always, play with a woman’s clit during sex. helps them cum faster; isn’t that right, kleine?”

you whimpered in agreement, unable to find the words to reply. reiner’s fingers spread your folds to reveal the obscene sight of reiner's cock plunging in and out of you, a white ring of cream clinging to the base of his shaft. 

your cunt was also coated with the cream; the skin of your thighs and outer labia glistening with the mixed layers of reiner's release, your releases, and your continuous drippings of arousal. the filthy squelching sound of reiner's cock diving into the warm depths of your cunt bouncing off the walls of the hotel room.

reiner shifted his fingers around to allow his middle finger to tap your clit, giving the bud a few light taps in between his alternating drawings of shapes and rubs. he smothered the little bud with attention, eliciting sweet moans and whines from your throat with each attentive touch.

"you like that, mein liebchen?" reiner purred into your ear, the overstimulation making your eyes cross and toes curl. reiner's eyes narrowed at the other man, his lips curling down in disgust at the sight of him openly fondling himself in front of you and reiner. "why don't you tell our little friend just how good you feel, hm? sei ein guter mädchen und sag ihm, wie gut ich dich fühlen lasse. wie gut ich auf dich aufpasse."

"soo good, so fuckin' good," you whimpered, your mind drifting in and out of the state of euphoria you were currently in. you could barely bring yourself to acknowledge the other man, let alone say something to him. "ya always take care of me, rein— f-fuck, always— he treats me so soo good."

reiner gave your clit a soft pinch, stretching the sweet nub a little before releasing it. "is that right, mein schatz?" you could feel his cock nudge against the sensitive spot along your gummy walls, the knot at the pit of your stomach beginning to grow with each timed thrust into your g-spot. "gonna cum again? can feel you gettin' close, your little walls latching onto me like a vice."

"doesn't she look so pretty when she's about to cum?" your thighs began to grow numb, the coil with you beginning to unravel as your head grew light. "tell her she looks pretty." reiner commanded.

you lazily caught a glimpse of the man, barely watching as he sped up the motions of his hands to match up with your upcoming release. he wanted to reach his climax at the same time as you, wanted to cum alongside you. how sweet.

"you look so pretty—" the man through spaced words, hips bucking desperately into the air as he fucked his fist. "so pretty— ah-fuck, wanna cum with you—"

"ah, he wants t' cum, liebling," reiner whispered to you, your breaths getting heavier. you were so close, just a few more thrusts and you'd be toppling over the edge for the nth time that night. "you think he deserves to cum with you?"

"i don't care," you replied. "just wanna cum, rein— need t' cum—"

reiner's hand began to move faster, rubbing your clit in harsh swiping motion as he picked up the pace, his cock kissing at the wall of your cervix. "cum then. be a good girl—" reiner hissed. and, cum— cum all over my cock while i cum inside you."

and, you did; your orgasm knocking the very air out of your lungs. the pleasure became all too much— shattering your mind into tiny fragments as reiner spilled another load of thick, white sticky ropes into you. "that's it— take my cum, liebling— take all of it— scheiße!" he swore with accompanying guttural groans.

your body went limp in reiner's arms, completely tired and spent from the hours you had endured. you had ravaged, depleted of any more pleasure. you were desperate for a glass of water, yet you couldn't even bring yourself to move.

"now, get out," reiner instructed the man. he must have come at some point while you and reiner indulged in your pleasures, the evidence of his release being the white stains on his stomach and shirt. "don't make me say it again."

the man awkwardly shuffled to compose himself, shoving his limp cock back beneath the waistband of his jeans before adjusting his shirt. he grimaced in disgust at the droplets of cum that stained his shirt, but he knew that reiner's patience was running then and he wouldn't be given the luxury to properly clean himself up.

the hotel door slammed shut behind him, the loud click of the lock echoing through the room. once you were completely alone, reiner retracted his cock from inside you— fat globs of his load dripping out of your sore entrance and making a mess on the comforter.

"let's get you all cleaned up," reiner helped you to lay down on your back, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before walking away. he came back with a damp washcloth, thoroughly cleaning your folds and inner thighs of any bodily fluids.

"was that okay?" he asked, a faint hiss leaving his lips as he cleaned up any remnants of your releases from his sensitive shaft. "you enjoyed yourself, right?"

you could just barely nod your head, tucking the blanket over your body— it was thick enough that any spilled body fluids couldn't seep through. "i had fun, reiner," you informed him, a soft smile tugging at your lips. your husband slipped beneath the comforters next to you, his arms wrapping around your waist and tucking you close into his front. "didn't realize i had an exhibition kink until tonight."

"ah, well," reiner pressed a few kisses to your cheek, the embrace he held on you tightening. the warm, fuzzy feeling of love making your heart swell. "i'm glad i was able to show you a good time then."

german to english translations

halt den mund — shut your mouth

kleine — little one

mein schatz — my treasure

liebling — darling

mein liebchen — my love

ja — yes

sei ein guter mädchen und sag ihm, wie gut ich dich fühlen lasse. wie gut ich auf dich aufpasse — be a good girl and tell him how good i let you feel. how well i take care of you

scheiße — fuck

#aot #reiner x reader #spicyyyyy #oou hotsiee!

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⭒ Shishiba x fem reader

⭒ tags: fluff for perverts • heavy petting • emotional foreplay • pda • exhibitionist Shishiba • reader is a “honeypot” spy • secret relationship • canonically disabled Shishiba • praise • pleasure d-m Shishiba • mild jealousy and possessiveness

⭒ umm I had no idea how to end this before it got too long lol my bad I may redo the ending but enjoy it for now. I did not proofread this either lol

Shishiba has a fierce set of ethics and rules about how he performs in his job. He doesn’t get upset when people close to him die because he knows that’s just the nature of the job. It’d be hypocritical to be upset at death when you kill people for a living. It’d be even more hypocritical to hate experiencing violence when you operate as violently as possible. Any feelings that conflicted with the nature of his work were deemed pointless, selfish, and ridiculous. He threw them away and fulfilled his duties without a shred of insincerity. Or he did before meeting you, anyway.

It’d been a few months since you’d turned him into a hypocrite. He still remembers your first meeting like it was yesterday. The way you sauntered into the Order’s dining room when the chairman gave his cue was burned into Shishiba’s mind. Your dress was pitch black and a perfect fit for your curvy body; accentuating all the right things. Your hair and makeup were flawless—he couldn’t stop his eyes from flicking to your glossy lips as the chairman introduced you.

“She’ll be gathering intelligence from extremely high profile targets that have a weakness for the flesh.”

Suddenly the unbelievable beauty made sense. You’d essentially be used as bait and work in tandem with at least one member of the Order to eliminate targets when you weren’t gathering information. At first he resigned himself to not being able to pursue you at all, but after two missions with you he started convincing himself that something strictly physical wouldn’t be a problem. How shortsighted and stupid of him.

You two have been working your latest target for the last month, a ceo that turned out to be the host of a human auction, and not a second went by where jealousy didn’t try to consume Shishiba whole. Due to his low casualty rate and high discretion you were paired up often and for long stretches of time. He couldn’t bring himself to be rude or cold with you for too long but God knows he tried so hard to resist you in the beginning.

He tried to write you off, figuring your sweet personality and elegant demeanor were manufactured for your job. The more time you spent with him, the more he saw that you were a true natural charmer. In fact, he noticed that the way you speak to your targets and the way you speak to him differed only slightly. You didn’t praise him or stroke his ego in any way and never tried to manipulate his feelings or thoughts. That last part didn’t change when the two of you started fucking either. You weren’t shy about letting him know you enjoyed his mouth when it was clamped around your pussy and would even tell him you thought of him when you took targets to bed. The problem was that you did it so matter-of-factly. As if it should be obvious enough to not need saying that you enjoyed him more than the scumbags. He was desperate for the emotional side of you, even if it was fake.

Every second you spent in the hands of someone else was sandpaper to his soul. Hearing the playback of your intelligence gathering sessions made him want to tear someone apart. Your voice dripped with a cocktail of lust, respect, and adoration made specifically for the target. Flirty giggles punctuated your responses and the subtle, almost chaste physical affections you’d give them to solidify the fantasy often force him to disable the visual feed.

You were never so intentionally emotional with him and he refused to let yet another despicable man enjoy his idea of heaven without experiencing it himself. You came back to the safe house after your latest session with the ceo. Shishiba noticed that your hair was in a different style and your lips were swollen. He couldn’t help but picture you suckling on the fingers and cock of the ceo and had to turn away to hide his reflexive grimace. Your heels clattered against the floor as you slipped them off with a relieved sigh.

“Welcome back,” Shishiba said without facing you, choosing instead to make it seem like he was searching in the near-bare fridge for something. “Anything to report?”

“In three days there will be another auction. Our goal should be to identify the guests—specifically the bidders—and eliminate our current target. If we can set up to probe or eliminate others, that’s a bonus.” Your voice sounded softer than normal with exhaustion leaking through.

“Excellent work. We should go out to eat and celebrate.” Shishiba closed the fridge after coming out empty handed. “There’s nothing to eat here anyway.”

“Sounds good to me. It’ll be nice to spend time with someone who doesn’t make my skin crawl.” You said the last part more to yourself than to him but he saw an opening and took it.

“Such high praise,” he said sarcastically as he walked towards you slowly. He held his left hand out to you—two sleek black prosthetic fingers reflected the soft light—an offering of gentle affection. A code between you two ever since you first came close enough to notice he wasn’t just wearing a half glove. Genuine curiosity and concern for him gave your voice a comforting quality. He didn’t feel weaker or defective under your gaze. You didn’t probe him about how he lost the fingers. He extended his hand and you took it wanting a better look, next thing he knew he was taking off your clothes. Now every night he’s blessed to be inside you begins this way.

He nuzzled his face into your neck while his left hand interlocked yours and his right snaked around your waist. Your scent flooded his nostrils, your perfume an intoxicating mixture of sandalwood, marshmallow, chocolate, and coffee. Bittersweet and sharp, the best way to describe it and it’s wearer. You whined softly as his lips moved over your neck, soft licks and bites peppered between kisses.

“If you keep this—mhm—up any longer, anywhere decent to eat will close.” You failed to stifle a moan as his hand gripped your ass in the middle of your protest. “Let me shower and we’ll go.” Your right hand had found its usual home in his hair and as you pulled away you cupped his face. He kissed your cheek and shooed you off to the bathroom.

Shishiba gripped your thigh as he drove through the foggy streets. Once you two arrived at the restaurant he was the perfect gentleman, opening doors and pulling out your chair. The change of pace in men was refreshing. Sure, he enjoyed your body but he wasn’t disgusting about it and he wasn’t irredeemable like the men you usually see on the other side of the table. In fact, he was so sweet in secret that he made sugar look like salt. You had decided to order some lily raspberry sake for yourself since you didn’t have to see the ceo again for a few days. Shishiba didn’t think you drank at all, so this made him curious.

“Is it good?” He asked as you lifted the cup from your lips.

“Very, I’ll have to pace myself.”

“Lightweight?”

You gave him a soft “mhm” as you took another sip. Maybe you’d become surprisingly honest and he could ask you to give him exactly what he wanted. You two continued to talk and laugh even on the walk back to the car. It felt like a real date to both of you, but you wouldn’t be the first to admit it. As he opened the car door so you could get in, you ran your index finger across his jaw and gently traced a small circle around his scar. He didn’t want to, but he pulled away from your touch and stared at you hard. The immediate pout you gave him nearly disarmed him though.

“Don’t look at me like that. Someone could see us.”

“Who cares who sees anything?” You locked eyes with him and watched his cheeks turn light pink.

“You’re drunk. Get in the car, please.” You pouted again but complied. He shut the door and got in the driver’s seat. He didn’t reach for the keys or anything—he just stared at the steering wheel for a second. You got nervous that pretending to be more intoxicated than you actually were was backfiring, so you went to tell him but he cut you off with a confession of his own.

“I… Will you talk to me the way you do your targets?” He blurted out but didn’t look at you. Now you feel like maybe you did drink too much.

“What do you mean?” You tiled your head in genuine curiosity and reached out to touch him so he’d look at you.

“You know. The way you talk to them with desire and passion…” He looked like he was asking you to do something so unspeakable. It made you giggle a bit.

“You want me to be sweet to you?” You had a fire building in the pit of your stomach, you let genuine desire coat your throat before you spoke again. “Oh, Shishiba… why didn’t you ask me sooner? You know I’ll do anything you ask me.” You let lust soak every last bit of your speech and his reaction was priceless.

“Yknow… you’re really dangerous.”

That’s all he could manage to say before his lips crashed against yours. Your tongues didn’t dare part before it was necessary. You slid across the bench seat to snuggle into his arm, making sure to gently press your breasts into him. He started the car and drove in the direction of the safe house. He had his right arm around your shoulders, occasionally ghosting his fingers over your neck—he knew that teasing touches really turned you on and the sake wasn’t helping at all.

“Shishiba,” you cooed up at him. “I can’t wait, will you pullover?”

His eyes flicked towards you and then back to the road. His silence was deafening and that intense look on his face made you squeeze your thighs together in hopes of getting some relief. His fingers brushed over your neck and ear again as the car peeled onto the gravel of the roadside. He cut the headlights off and then turned to face you completely. His expression was hard to read. The eyes were still lustful but his telltale smirk was nowhere to be found. You reached for him and he grabbed your hand only to set it down on the seat with his loosely in it. A sigh left him and you could feel rejection threatening to bubble up in you when he finally spoke again.

“You remember the rules we agreed to follow with each other? What’s gotten into you?” He wasn’t actually scolding you but it sure felt like it. You had two options now: answer him seriously or double down on his request.

“Nothing besides you,” you replied while looking at him through your lashes. “Maybe we should change the rules. Or just break them.” You let your fingers dance against the palm of his hand. Everything about you made it hard for him to think rationally. His eyes roved over your face and body with more feelings than he’d ever had before.

“Then let’s start with the one that keeps me from telling you,” In one fluid motion he had a grip on your chin and was running his thumb over your bottom lip. “How beautiful you look when you beg me not to stop.”

He kissed you before you could say anything else. Hands roamed your body hungrily and squeezed away as they traveled to your chest. His words made your entire body hotter than the sake did. You leaned against him and spread your legs more, hoping he’d read your mind. He laughed at your desperation for his touch. He gave you the relief you wanted, slipping his fingers past your panties and swiping them over your clit and folds.

“You’re soaked already. Did you miss me that much?” He chuckled lowly as you moaned in reply. Once he slipped his fingers inside, you knew it’d be a long time before you made it back to the safe house.

#sakamoto days #shishiba x reader #spicy #just passed ops tiktok😭

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☆༉ — SATORU GOJO. a love so cold.

about. as the seasons start to change, satoru gojo figures out a new way to keep you warm on colder mornings.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. smut, somnophilia, soft morning sex, oral sex (f!receiving), brief mention of gojo and reader being married, lovey lovey lovey dovey dovey dovey stuff !! fem!reader.

gojo waking you up on a cold morning by diving between your thighs.

sure the duvet is long abandoned and your (his) shirt is pushed up to expose your pebbled nipples to the frosty air — but it’s the heat of his tongue salaciously rolling through your puffy folds that keep you nice and warm.

satoru breathes hot air against your pulsing mount, his lips encircling your clit as he sucks it, kisses it and makes out with it as if he’s making out with you. every time he moans into your heat, he draws a shrill sound from deep in your chest that pierces the solace of autumn’s silence. your whines echo along with the sway of rustling tree leaves and gojo’s hungry growls provide the bass of your seasonal tune.

he’s a sight for sore eyes between your shaky thighs that knock the blankets from your king sized bed. his blue eyes blaze bright enough to rival the subtle hue of the morning sky breaking through the curtains of night. it’s always darker this time of year. and his pale white locks, astray and askew, remind you that it might snow once winter comes.

“sa..satoru!” you exclaim though your voice is hoarse from not having been used in hours. the last thing you’d said was that you loved him — you think that you might love him even more right now. mouth on your sluice and syrupy slit, sucking the very juices from their place between your pussy lips. your fingers dance down to grip the roots of his hair, settled against his scalp like snow on sturdy ground. you don’t tug yet, only using his head to ground yourself. “sa…satoru—oh!”

your lips move to form the syllables of his name — though they’re lost on you when the ecstasy he builds up within you, by tacking his tongue to your clit in tight circles, starts a fire in your lower pelvis. that very same fire burns it’s way through your body like a forest fire, effectively warming you up from the inside out. it keeps going, consuming your every nerve ending until it reaches the base of your lungs and all you can breathe is the smoke of satoru gojo.

“good morning to you too, sweetheart,” satoru sings into your cunt in amusement. his voice holds the tenderness of an early morning greeting before he delves back into tasting you — slurping and sucking up and down the length of your slit before slipping his tongue into your quivering hole. his chin juts forward rhythmically, as if to fuck you with the pink appendage like it’s his cock.

he watches your face with adoration as it twists and scrunches and morphs into pure bliss. he loves that about you, how expressive you are — how your body follows his lead even if it’s too cold for you to stop shaking. he’ll warm you up. he always does.

“you don’t have to say it back, i know, baby. you’re just too tired, too close to even speak—“ gojo doesn’t get a chance to finish, not before your fingers twist in his roots as his tongue twists and wiggles against your sloppy, ribbed wall. it travels along your pleasure spots — the ones only he knows about, and maps out even more for next time. but any praise or condescension he has saved for you is lost and muffled against your sex as you rut your hips down on his handsome face.

“‘m close… gonna… haf’ta—!”

finally finding your voice despite the smoke-like aphrodisiac in your lungs — you succumb to the heat. the hotness of satoru’s mouth on you, his fingers sinking into your hips to keep you on his face, the lust that prickles just below the surface of your skin. you cum just as the winter birds break the silence with their own morning calls, as the sun breaks through grey-ish and intimidating clouds. you gush all over satoru, your lover and protector, with a high pitch and whistle tone wail — head thrown back into the pillows and your lips parted ever so slightly.

his white brows knit together in the centre of his forehead, mocking your dazed and needy expression. however, it’s clear he’s just as love and sex and pussy drunk on you as you might be on him. satoru results to gulping down the stormy waves of your orgasm with unbridled greed. as of what you offer him is the finest of wines or the last thing he’ll ever drink.

those pretty blue eyes are overcome with a haze as he drinks you down, dazed and content to just have a taste of you. satoru’s tongue makes its laps through your folds to make sure he doesn’t waist a drop — wolffish grunts and groans and sounds like ‘mph’ or ‘mhm’ reverberate between your thighs until he’s done cleaning you up. only adding to your shakes and shivers.

not from the cold, but from how hard you’ve cum.

“you… mph, taste so— fucking good, baby.” he huffs, breathless from nearly suffocating himself to get a taste of you. gojo dares to dive back in, but you tug on his hair once more and force him to look up into your pleading eyes.

“‘toru,” you whisper, lashes fluttering innocently, voice still shaky and hoarse. “good morning.”

you need him, up there with you.

his face breaks out into a slow and sexy smile — kissing up your body, over your naval and between the valley of your breasts, against your neck and chin until he reaches your lips. he kisses you gently then and his entire body sits between your thighs.

“good morning, beautiful.” he sighs, content. he cups your face gently to keep you looking at him, his wedding band glistening more than what you’ve left on his chin.

you hum, feeling his body heat simmer over you along with what’s left of the arousal in your system while it simmers down. “you’re insatiable, you know that?”

“but you love me.”

“i suppose so.”

“ouch, sweetheart. so cold.” gojo pouts, faux hurt laced with his teasing voice.

and in that moment, you wrap your legs around his unfairly slender waist and flip the man so that you end up on top — straddling the great satoru gojo and planting your hands on his the centre of his blistering hot chest.

there’s a glint in your eye, the flicker of a lustful flame that only serves to set satoru’s heart alight while you press your sticky sex down on him.

“then let me do the honours of warming you back up, my love.”

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

#jjk #gojo satoru x reader #i feel so soffffffff ahh

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𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 ━ ☆

✩ manjiro "mikey" sano, nagi seishirou, sanji

• not safe for work content ft. gn!reader, unprotected sex, handjobs, hair-pulling (m. receiving) smutty but also kinda fluffy scenario ft. blonde + white-haired characters. tags: @ranitani

• a note from njeri ! : hi lovelies, i hope you'll enjoy this little piece i have a soft spot for. this is also a repost, and i tweaked it plus added a character.

A heavy hand ruffles his hair softly, starting at the top of his head, effectively ruining the style he did that morning. The man merely sighs as he accepts his fate, soaking up the begrudgingly relaxing feeling of his friend carding nimble fingers through the growing, silken strands.

“Do I get to know why I'm being groomed like an ape?”

Their companion laughs good naturedly, an easy shrug of broad shoulders as he broaches the subject. “I thought you said you were gonna cut it, what made ya not bother?”

The question freezes your partner momentarily, and then he's taking a sip of the neon colored cocktail to avoid the other man's near scrutinizing gaze. A flush then overtakes your lover's cheeks as he thinks how best to answer his friend, who's waiting with an expectant yet fond look.

Immediately, he thinks of the way you make moving wayward strands from his eyes look so tender and domestic. Could he say it's because his hair is the first thing you absentmindedly reach for when you want to keep your hands occupied in some way? And how he lets you toy with the strands, plaiting or twisting the locks into various sizes and styles while he works, then having to stifle a snort or quiet laugh when it tickles his ear.

How does he say it's really the way you'd loop your fingers through the strands after he's had a long day?

You'd be straddling his lap, his arms tight around your frame and his head on your shoulder. Your fingers would run through the strands, smoothing out whatever knots as best you can. Every so often they'd weave themselves in the strands closest to the root, and it always makes him shiver in anticipation.

Blunt nails would lightly scratch at his scalp and nape. It makes him grunt quietly as he sinks into the couch, yet try to push himself closer to you at the same time. Then your fingers would tighten and yank, forcing a startled but relieved groan from his throat. His hair spills from the spaces between your fingers as you bunch the locks in your fist. Your teeth find the column of his neck, and his answering keen was one he couldn't quite hide.

The blissful tugs are so hard they sting, so hard they swell his dick until it's almost painful. A whispered plea and you're quick to indulge him. With your free hand stroking his cock, the other is still in his hair, twisting his head to the side to suck a bruise into pale, perspiring, skin. His trembling digits sink into the fat of your thighs, grounding himself as the smarting pull had him arching his spine as if it were suddenly malleable.

Your lover would always end up with fluttering lashes, uttering a mouthful of curses when your thumb would swipe over his weeping slit, the same time you yank hard enough to tilt his head back. His Adams's apple bobs under your gloss slick lips, breath coming out in a shudder as you lave your tongue and nip your teeth across his throat.

His hips buck when you force his gaze back to you. But, he just couldn't stop his darkened and lidded eyes from rolling to the back of his skull when you started to fondle his balls, your other hand still gripping his now disheveled hair.

He surely couldn't tell his friend that he'd also miss the fact that his growing hair is the first thing you grab on to when he finds home between your legs.

When his warm tongue teases and laps at your arousal like he's dehydrated, you forget your restraint; completely disregards that there's a person attached to all the hair you're pulling, and he loves it. It makes him even greedier for you, that you got so caught up in the pleasure he's giving that you don't even realize the literal strands you've managed to pull from his scalp.

The sensation and thought had him grinding into your shared bed, his long, and pretty cock weeping pre that stains the expensive sheets a darker shade of blue. There's going to be a crick in his neck from how hard you pulled his hair to drag him in for a kiss. But, he supposes that's his fault for wanting to be a willing puppet, to let your loving hands manipulate his strings with an expert but tender grace.

When your hands grip his biceps, he's soothing you with a kiss to your forehead. When he starts bullying himself inside you, said hands find his hair again. The tip of his cock bumps your entrance, begging to be let into your warmth, and that was the night he realized your hole is the only thing tighter than your stabilizing grip on his hair. You're panting into his shoulder, teeth digging into already kiss bitten skin with a muffled whimper as he rolls his hips into a tentative thrust.

The pull of his hair and your sweet whines make him impatient, doesn't want to wait to sink inside you. It's a little like pulling teeth waiting for your wet heat to give, hurting you is the last thing he wants to do, but the soreness in his scalp makes his cock throb. The tingling at the base of his skull has him near whimpering as he fucks his leaky tip into your sopping hole, clenching up and making him shudder and bring your legs up, pressing them to your chest.

“Y/n likes it.” He finally answers, and it might be underwhelming, evident by the pout on his friend's face, but it's a safe deterrent from more questions. He doesn't feel like explaining that your pulling on his hair forces his release faster than anything, spilling his cum hot and heavy inside you, while his hair spills from the spaces between your fingers.

Like fresh milk, like liquid gold.

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#mikey x reader #nagi x reader #one piece x reader #sanji x reader #spicy

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✩˚｡⋆ ⋆ ⋆ Tear You Apart ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡✩

･˳ . ⋆ guest starring Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Shiu Kong, Choso Kamo, Hiromi Higuruma, and Atsuya Kukasabe x Fem!reader ･˳ . ⋆

୨୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Be advised to the warnings of smut, 9some, groupsex, gangbang, saliva waste, nipple play, food play( whip cream), pet names( Angel, pretty baby, bunny, strawberry, etc.), bodily fluids( squirting, cum, bukkake), Halloween costume party( Geto and Gojo as König and Simon, Hiromi as a priest, Nanami as Patrick Bateman( not his idea), shiu and Toji as ghost face and Jason, Choso as Garu from Pucca, Atsuya as a sexy security guard, and finally you as playboy bunny with a sprinkle), anal play, tit job, foot job( unexpected or expected character), calve job( I don’t think that’s what it’s called), dirty talking, degradation and praise kink, daddy kink, again BUKKAKE, Nanami strokes Shiu’s dick while it’s in your throat( using you throat in a jerking motion basically), reader is hella flirty, jealous! Geto, cuck!geto, fingering, pussy eating, porn with plot( a little), p in v, let me know if I missed anything! Wc: 10k

Minors do not interact, 18+

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Halloween parties are filled with people finally getting the chance to show how slutty they can be. You loved Halloween so much, one of your favorite holidays. Halloween is the night of parties and horror mixed in one. October 31st is also the one night you experienced something you never thought you would agree to or be a part of. Something spectacular. Extraordinary. Extravagant. And most of all, sexy.

You were putting on your dark and light pink eyeshadow when Geto walked in your room with his costume and bags of candy he was going to sit out in the bowl for little kids to take, your idea since he hates being around a lot of people in general. You didn’t know what made you an exception, but you’re glad for it. The temple kisses he gives you everytime he sees you ensures your thoughts.

Geto walked to you and kissed your forehead from behind, sequentially spitting out your contour, “ fuck babe, you gotta let me know when you didn’t finish your makeup look, now all I could taste is that stuff you use.” His eyes were scrunched closed and his head was tilted to the side as he wiped his lips off with the back of his sweater. He looked so funny in the mirror that you couldn’t help but to laugh.

Your laughter calmed down, “ Sorry, Honey didn’t expect you to still kiss me while I’m doing my makeup, anyways what’s in that bag?”

Geto opened the bag and took out the costume in his hand, “ Got it just for you, like you asked.”

Gojo suddenly popped up behind him, “ With the courtesy of my help, of course.” Gojo pointed to his costume afterwards with a huge smile on his face, “ Guess who I am…” Satoru had on a white skull face mask on top of his white fluffy hair with green-army cargo pants and black combat boots to match. The black bulletproof vest hid his nipples well since he was shirtless. His green headphones sat on his neck as he smiled at you. Your vision of him dressing as Simon from COD came to life. You asked them to dress up this Halloween, so you wouldn’t be the only one dressing up tonight.

You couldn’t even get an answer out because of Geto rolling his eyes with a shake of his head, “ She knows already, dumbass. She’s the one who assigned these little costumes to all of us, did you forget already satoru?… nevermind don’t answer just get out so we can get dressed for this shit of a party.”

You laughed at Gojo whining about Geto being a hard ass and how he needs to lighten up on this special holiday. A holiday most don’t even consider to be a holiday. You started to blend in your makeup with your cheetah print robe on. Your Halloween costume was under the robe, so you really just had to wait for Geto to get dressed— luckily he showered before he left the house. Now you wait for him.

You heard him shuffling and moving on his side of the room away from the mirror. After the blending, you finished off the rest and lined your lips up prior to spraying on the setting spray.

You then got up and pulled out your pretty pink open toe platform heels. Slipping your feet into them— the robe following after revealing your custom made bunny costume with rhinestones on the edges and inner bunny ears. The vintage bunny costume was something you never saw yourself wearing until now. Such a beauty, thanks to the creator of them: Zelda Wynn Valdes, a black woman. Gotta love that for you.

Geto came out of the bathroom after brushing his hair in place, his long black hair flowing behind him with no shirt on and green cargo pants on. He put on a vest after, keeping it open for the cherry on top: black combat boots and a könig mask on top of his head. His pretty face was still visible for you and that’s enough.

You smiled at him and walked up to him with your tits jiggling with every step you took towards your man, “ You look so fucking good, but that’s not his full attire babe.”

He knew you were teasing him, so he smiled at you, “ And you look very, very delicious, can't wait to devour you tonight. Now give me a kiss, my pretty bunny.”

You almost squealed at his nickname but composed yourself when you heard a honk of a horn downstairs with a yell following afterward, “ Come on, love birds. Gotta party to get to and some ladies to meet!” Gojo only knew you two were ready because of Geto sending him a text telling him you two would be down stairs in two minutes once he was through getting dressed.

You sighed and grabbed your pink fur coat to wear over your outfit; about to put it on until Geto stopped you, “ Let everyone see what they can’t have. Want to show you off. Want you to show off” Your glossy lips stretched into a smile and you kissed him on his cheek letting the glossy lip print add to his look.

Suguru held up a white, short see-through robe with pink fur on the outline of it, the one you were supposed to wear with this costume, “ wear this one instead.”

You smiled and turned around so he could slip it on you. He then fixed your hair prior to grabbing your clutch— handing it to you. He watched you walk out with your heels clicking on the floor with every step you took. Geto was so lost in the way your legs looked in the white panty hose you wore with little rhinestones all over it. And your ass. Your ass looked so cute and plump with the bunny tail on the back of it. He was fucking lucky to have you. You may think tonight is everyone’s night, but Geto disagrees because tonight is all about you.

The transition to the house was fun, mainly because of Suguru playfully arguing with Satoru about any and everything. Their friendship was beautiful to you, so you just sat back in your seat and looked out the window. And because of that you didn’t notice either of them staring at you through the side of their eyes or in the rear view mirror.

Soon you three made your way into the club and looked around at everyone. You noticed people wearing all types of costumes: bananas, Frankenstein, cat suits, cheetah suits, bunny suits, playboy costumes like you, school girls, sailor men, sailor moon costumes, superheroes, manga villains, and etc. costumes. Wow they really went all out for this costume party satoru organized. Yes he showed up late to his own party at the big club you three were walking through now.

Geto held your hand as he brought you to the table a big group were at, one of them was a woman, your friend: Shoko. You slid into the booth beside her and hugged her.

“ You look so gorgeous, {reader}! Got questions for you, pretty girl. The first question is how did you get everyone to join in your get up with the costumes? I’ve tried since we were in college.”, Shoko yells over the loud music as she pours you a shot of rum to get your blood flowing for tonight.

You smiled at her, grabbing the shot glass in your pretty manicured hand, “ Can’t say, it’s a secret.”

Utahime heard you— now sitting next to Shoko on the other side of her— speaking up, “ what’s the secret of getting these knuckleheads besides Nanami and Hiromi to listen?”

Shoko looked over at the men, mostly Geto, Toji, and Gojo trying to get Nanami and Choso to drink. You chuckled at Choso pigtails and costume all together, he really dressed up as Garu from Pucca like you asked him. You then traveled your eyes to Nanami and shook your head letting out a little laugh, he was supposed to be Patrick Bateman but he just did his regular attire with a red dress shirt and zebra print tie. He didn’t even try, yet he still looked good.

You then turn your head to Utahime and smirked, “ They just do. Guys I don’t really control these men, they just do what I ask. Strangely without any objections.” Shoko and Utahime faces formed into tiny o’s of shock.

Shoko downed her drink- scrunching up her face afterwards. You laughed and downed your shot doing the same thing. Man, rum is not your kind of drink, where’s the { favorite drink} at.

“ You got all of them wrapped around that pretty little finger of yours, I think I know why. Your aura tells me why.”, Meimei said standing at the end of the table with her braid in front of her face, she was cat woman. Shoko was a sexy devil and Utahime was a pure Angel.

Your eyes rolled at her presence since you didn’t like the actions she did. And she did a lot of them. Other than that, you can’t be a hater, so you say she looks good to which she just smiled at you and spoke to Shoko.

Shoko had a cigarette hanging off her mouth as she spoke to Mei mei, “ What do you know? Spill because there has to be some answer to how they all dressed up this year.”

You tuned them out as you eyed Shiu, who was dressed as ghost face from scream, from across the big space you all were stationed at in the V.I.P. Session. The mask on his head was positioned to the side of his face, he had small leaks of blood on his mask, face, and neck— you couldn’t tell if it was real blood or fake blood, knowing him he never got his hands dirty so it may be fake. As he was eyeing you, you noticed his rings on his hand illuminated from the disco ball light on the ceiling.

He was staring into your eyes as he took a long drag out his cigarette, the burn in his lungs wasn’t even bothering him as he kept his eyes and mind filled with you as the vision, besides he was used to the feeling. He has wanted you since he got introduced to you. He and Toji talked about you in more ways you couldn’t even imagine. You were a cutie to him and he wanted to feel your thick thighs clenching onto his head as he teased your pussy throughout day and night. “Geto don’t know how to handle a woman like that” was Toji saying to him whenever they talked about you in almost all of their conversations with just the two of them and he agreed with Toji everytime.

You broke eye contact when Geto came into his view, bending down to give you a kiss on your lips in front of everyone without a care in the world. He meant it when he wanted to show you off tonight. This was only the beginning though.

You broke the kiss and tilted your head at him in wonder of why he did that so abruptly. He suddenly grabbed your hand and walked you to the bar to get another drink, “ Are you enjoying yourself, pretty girl?”

You didn’t know why he asked that question since you both got here 25 minutes ago. His question had a tone you couldn’t comprehend especially when you’re beginning to feel a little dazed. You were a fucking lightweight when it came to drinking and hated it because your fun would have to end early every single time. Too afraid to go past your limit in fear of acting too out of character.

“ Sugu, what’s wrong? Why are you asking me that?”, you asked prior to taking two shots. He took two shots as well and let out a noise following the second one, kinda like a loud grunt.

“ You know why? Want to make sure you are alright because I didn’t like the way you two held eye contact with each other and thought he made you uncomfortable. Did he?”, Geto asks referring to Shiu eye-fucking you.

You laughed at how serious he sounded without meaning to, “ Honey, you’re jealousy is screaming right now.” You laughed again after that statement and grabbed his hand that was placed on the bar, “ You, mister, have nothing to worry about. He’s not the one I want. I want y-”

Geto turned to you with an expression you couldn’t figure out, “ do you think I haven’t noticed the exchanges you’ve had with everyone over these past couple of months. The hand touching with Satoru, flirting with Choso and touching his hair whenever he lets you.” He turned his body fully to you and opened his legs to pull you in between them by your robe, “ the eye fucking with Shiu, bantering with Toji over stupid and small things, the doe eyes of seduction at Nanami whenever he spoke to you, the batting eyelashes at Hiromi, and finally the giggles with Atsuya. Let’s not forget to mention the arguing with Naoya, teasing with Ijichi, and the explanations of lust with Kashimo.”

As he named all of them he continued with descriptions of you giving slow blinks to Shoko and the seductive smiles at Utahime. What a little sly fox you were. He leaned closer to your ear to whisper, “ what a little slut I’ve got on my hands, am I right? A slut who needs to be torn apart. Let me tear you apart by fucking you in the VIP rooms no one is allowed in. Let us tear you apart.”

You gulped and stared at him, music blocking out and you were now just staring into his chocolate brown eyes. Geto hands found their way up your body, tracing over the curves, humps, or rolls on your body making his way to your tits to enclose his hands, well try to enclose his hand around them.

Your mouth kept closing and opening like a fish— mind was gone. Too gone that you didn’t feel a presence behind you as you kept staring at Geto eyes. Geto started to play with your star-shaped diamond necklace in between your breasts, “ All you have to do is say the word and I could have this organized, darling. Your word against mine. Tonight is all about you.”

You gather up some spit from your dried up throat and slowly nod your head. Geto looked behind your shoulders and signaled Gojo to wrap his new black blindfold over your eyes. You were about to panic until you felt lips on your lips and then Geto’s voice followed afterwards, “ Relax, my pretty Angel. Grab my hand and let me guide you.”

You felt him grab your left hand and then felt him, no… someone else grabbed your right hand causing you to slightly jerk away. Gojo almost burst out laughing at the way you scooted closer to Geto in fear of another person grabbing your hand.

Geto squeezed your hand in reassurance, “ Trust me, darling.” You nodded and reached your hand out in front of you thinking that the person was in front of you now. Gojo was in front of you but was still beside you, so he grabbed your hand into his big, calloused hand. You tried to guess who hand you were holding the entire time you were guided in between Suguru and Satoru, gaining looks from curious and judging people around you all. It looked so suspicious and eye-catching from the bystanders point of view, Suguru thought you were lucky because you couldn’t see the people staring at them.

They were glad they made it to the room with multiple footsteps following behind. You couldn’t hear them because of the music still blaring loudly in the background because of the door being open. Soon, you heard the door shut and felt the robe on your body get taken off you. The sharp gasps and inhales were heard before you and you wanted to take off the semi-tight blind fold to see where the noises came from. The silence was awkward yet it intrigued you.

You gasp when you feel a rough, thick fingers being wrapped around your chest area and a voice following, “ You’re shaking pretty baby” That voice belongs to Gojo Satoru, the man you and Geto admired. Chuckles were heard around you and it was driving you crazy that you couldn’t figure out who was in this room with you.

“ Scared? Don’t be, doll.”, Toji's voice was heard from the right side of you, it sounded like he was a few feet away from you.

“ I don’t think you saying that is helping, let me.”, Nanami says, coming up behind you. You tried to turn your head to him as if you could look at him through the blindfold.

This action made Suguru grip on your jaw tightened, “ Keep your eyes forward, darling.”

Atsuya was next to talk as he sat on the arm of the couch with a cigarette in his mouth, “ Yeah it’s not like you could see anyways so keep ya pretty head forward, will ya?” You were about to respond to him until you felt your body begin to get tighter around your arms that was stuck to your side by this thing wrapped around you. It was a rope most likely especially from the way it felt against your body. They finished tying you up and you only knew because of the taps they each gave you in your thighs. Your boobs were pushed up even more and your stomach enhanced even more from the way Suguru and Satoru tied up the top half of your body.

You soon felt a hand trace over the rough rope wrapped around your body causing your breath to get caught up in your throat. Nanami stood behind you with his body pressed into your back and his print on your bunny tail, heavy and thick. His lips touched the shell of your ear and your body was now visibly shaking before him, “ feel that? Feel our bodies touching… so warm together, now think of something warm. What makes you feel warm? Summer, bodies sitting next to each other, laying on top of each other, or a warm day in winter? Tell me, cupcake.”

Nanami then grabbed your tummy that was hidden by the vintage bunny suit you still had on, pulling your body further into him— giving you a hint towards your answer. You cleared your throat and answered his questions, “ Bodies next or on top of each other makes me warm, why?”

Nanami smiled at you and took off his jacket from behind you as Geto still stood in front of you admiring you from head to toe. He wasn’t even paying attention to the conversations, hell majority of them weren't due to how amazing your body looked in shibari ropes.

“ Easing your mind, my little cupcake. It worked because you’re not shaking anymore. Nervous anymore. Most of all..”, Nanami says, trailing off with a kiss to your ear lobe.

Hiromi chimed in on the side of you and Nanami, further away from you two though, “ You’re comfortable with us now. Not a timid little girl in front of the pack of wolves anymore. Now let us take care of you.”

You finally let your head fall back onto Nanami’s shoulder as he traced little circles on the side of your thighs as he looked at Geto with a knowledgeable look. Geto and Gojo helped you out of your heels, putting them to the side. Your feet felt so cold through your panty hose you had on. Your feet were swept off the floor as Nanami walked you to the couch in his arms. His arms felt so huge around your stomach, you wanted to feel them but couldn’t because of your hands being tied to your sides.

He turned you around to him before gently sitting you on the couch in view of every man in this room with you. You were the star of the show and the apple of everyone’s eye. They watched your chest rise up and down, slow and erotically. Your lips were plumped and looked ready to accept any cock.

Geto smirked at his beautiful piece of art he managed to get in his arms, “ She’s all yours.” He was talking to everyone in that room and everyone knew he was serious about this. He was treating you like he was pimping you out and somehow it turned you on even more. He was letting other men use his woman in front of him. God, he was so perfect for you because this was your darkest desire for a minute.

Only part you worried about is if he’s going to look at you like you’re his treasure after tonight. Stupid mind of yours because of course he’s gonna still be in love with you after all, this was his idea from the start.

Toji was the first one up with his Jason mask on his head like a hat, “ Gonna need your warm mouth to warm me up like the good little slut Geto gloats about. You can do that right?” His boots were placed on the sides of your body and his crotch was in your face. Boots creasing into the luxurious, leather couch with no care in the world. He needed your mouth wrapped around his cock.

You could feel multiple eyes on you as you heard a zipper being unzipped and a hard object hitting the top of your head. You gasped as Toji laughed at your scrunched up eyebrows as a reaction to hit cock lying on your head, hard and ready to be sucked.

Everyone was indeed staring at you but somehow his gaze was more crucial than the rest. He pushed your head back so it’s against the couch, “ Open wide for me, doll.” You opened your mouth in a beautiful little o making him smirk,“ Now suck my dick like a good little dolly and I may reward you.” You tried to move your head forward to grab his dick in between your needy lips but it’s like he wasn’t near you.

Toji was playing a game with you as he moved back when your mouth neared the head of his cock. He darkly chuckled at your pathetic attempt to get him inside of your mouth again. Toji put two hands on the couch behind your head and leaned his hips back when you almost caught his tip inside of your mouth, “ Such a needy little whore. You want my cock that bad.”

You wanted to cry so bad because your pussy was beginning to ache because of his words and teasing actions, let alone the feeling of being watched. It was all too much for you that you were starting to get irritated and most of them could see it.

Choso came forward with the lingering of your temptations all around him, guiding him to get on his knees in front of your body squirming in frustration because Toji was still playing his little game with you. You stop moving and squirming when you feel big hands closing on your thighs as they pried them open.

You stupidly looked down and your hair got yanked back as a result of your curiosity with a dick pushed deep into your throat in sequence and consequence. Toji’s cock created a bulge in your throat— you tried to catch your breath but couldn’t because you soon felt the opening of your costume and panty hose be ripped open letting the fresh air hit your glistening pussy.

“ Fucking vixen you are, a commando slut. Hurry up, Choso I want a turn.”, You heard Shiu say in a low, gruff voice. You automatically knew he was either jerking off or just really thirsty for you. Meanwhile, Toji was fucking your face with neediness and dominance in one.

“ Fuck, your fuc-hahh.”, Toji moaned as your jaw locked in on him like he was in a Venus fly trap. Your hollow cheeks looked so pretty in his view, if only everyone could see how pretty you looked with his cock in your mouth.

Toji pulled out of your mouth just in time for Choso to spit on your pussy— marking himself on your body. Choso spit felt so warm on your cold pussy. Your pussy was cold from the air, which made you clench onto air. Choso used two fingers to spread your pussy apart, his thick and pierced tongue licked a stripe of your pussy causing you to moan.

All of them grunted, moaned, or cursed from hearing your moan.

You whimpered, “ Please— fuck my face.” Your whimpered out words were heard around the room and Toji definitely took that into consideration, so he pressed your head back into the couch and snapped his hips into your face, balls slapping your chin as he started to fuck your face with no mercy for your throat.

The sounds of balls slapping a wet chin along with gags and gargles filled the room. Toji's eyes were rolled to the back of his head as his dick moved in and out of your smooth, wet mouth faster. Spit bubbles were starting to form on his cock due to the gargles you were producing from trying to moan at the feeling of Choso’s tongue ring twirling around your clit.

“ Choso, do take in mind that my Angel likes her pussy to be eaten messily. She’s such a whore like that so whenever someone doesn’t eat her out messily, she gets whiny and starts to squirm like she’s trying to do right now.”, Geto pointed to her when Choso stopped what he was doing to look at him. Choso looked back at your body. You looked like an actual whore squirming around with your clothes torn and spit dripping down your body from your mouth getting fucked.

Choso nodded and wrapped his hands around your thighs, well trying to fit his hand around them. He moved closer to your wet pussy and smirked to himself. He thought she was really pretty. Your pussy is like a piece of candy he saw at the top shelf of the candy store, pricey with pretty packaging now he gets to taste it. Your vision was starting to go black from how hard Toji was hitting the back of your throat and you were close to falling into conscious, but Choso’s face in your cunt woke you out of slipping into unconsciousness. Your gags were getting louder because of Choso flicking his tongue over your clit. The motion of his tongue was what you needed.

You tried to reach for his hair but the rope and Toji’s thrust was stopping you from doing anything, so all you could do is close your thighs around his head, eventually taking Choso to heaven because he dreamed of this and so has Shiu who was watching closely.

Gojo was palming himself inside of his camouflage pants letting out little whimpers here and there at you being used by two men. Nanami sat with his hands on his face, leaning over with his elbows on both of his knees watching the show in front of him. His hard on was pumping and was starting to hurt, but he can wait his turn. Hiromi, however, could not wait and neither could Atsuya. They needed to feel your hands on them some way or get their hands on you, doesn’t matter.

Geto was too busy setting up the camera on his camera to take care of his hard on inside of his green pants. He tried too hard to ignore the sounds of your gags and moans as they both took care of you.

Toji thrusted into your mouth two more times before pulling out— a string of saliva was dispersing off his cock from how much saliva you had in your warm toaster of a mouth. Toji was holding his wet cock in his hand in order to stop himself from cumming inside of your mouth and wasting his opportunity of cumming anywhere else on your body. Toji then gathered the spit lathered on his cock up into his hand just to smear it on and around your lips making you even more messier.

Your licked around your lips to taste what he put on your lips, your moans followed loudly with clarity to the men in the room. You were desperately moving your body up and down Choso’s thick tongue inside of your pussy like a dick fucking into you. His slurping sounds were loud and the spit forming all over your pussy and his face was turning you and him on a lot more now. Choso let go of one of your thighs to palm his bulge inside of his pants, he needed to be inside of you.

The curl of his tongue inside of you was enough for you to lift the upper half of your body off the couch with desperate whines following, “ Fuck meeee, I need more. Mmmphh!” You couldn’t believe how whiny you were sounding but when you have a fat tongue inside of your pussy and a silver ball attached to it, anything can happen.

Choso did one more circle of his tongue around the insides of your pussy before dragging his tongue up your pussy to your clit, sucking on it with loud noises following. His moans on your pussy as he ate you out were so pretty to you and you were close.

He knew you were because of how your body started shaking and your hips dragging up and down more desperately. Choso moved a little to let Shiu hurry and take his place once he moved.

Choso sucked on your clit one last time causing you to moan loudly at the abuse he was doing to your clit.

You felt his mouth detach from your clit and felt another person's mouth on your pussy. His tongue was more rough and sloppy than Choso’s, way more sloppy. You tried to sit up, yet the person didn’t let you because he held your stomach down with one hand whilst his other hand moved to the opening of your pussy. His fingers pushed inside of you causing you to open your mouth letting out a moan so pretty that Geto was glad he caught it on camera so he could jerk off to it later.

While Shiu was devouring your pussy with his long tongue and thick lips, you felt two other presences on the side of you. They both helped pull down the top of your costume just below your tits. Nanami eyed your tits with lust, lust that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He was a preserved man and didn’t focus on getting his dick wet like the rest of these men. So it was only you that was on his mind, in his view, everything. He now understood why Geto was obsessed with you when he looked back up at your face. Face of an Angel being pleasured by demons of lust.

He watched the way your throat moved when you let out little whimpers and moans at Shiu eating your pussy like a starved man. He loved hearing you moan out names too, one day he’ll get you to moan his name all night long if Geto lets him have you.

Meanwhile, Hiromi loved the sight of your tits and needed to see them with whip cream on them, so he grabbed some out of the little frigerator on the far side of the room. Geto was a genius for this one little thing. Hiromi came back and sprayed some whip cream on your right tit causing you to whimper at the coldness of the cream. Hiromi threw the can behind him and licked off all the whip cream off your tit, cleaning up every last bit of it before sucking on it. For someone dressing up as a priest, he sure is acting in sin right now.

Nanami could hear the sucking sounds coming from Hiromi on the other side of him and the slurping from Shiu down below. It was only right he joined and he did by taking your other nipple in his mouth. Nanami’s mouth was attached to your pretty nipples and his tongue was swirling around your nipples as his mouth was attached, adding on to the pleasure you were receiving.

Your head was thrown back on the couch, you were feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the edge and needed to touch any of the three men attacking your body with their lips, “ mmmph, this fe-eels sooo good.”

Hiromi loved the sound of your voice crying out in pleasure. He wished he could capture the way your face transforms with different expressions especially when he grazed your nipples with his teeth on purpose. Your boob felt so heavy in his hand and he was in love with them. Wanted to suffocate in them if he got the chance. Hiromi’s hand traveled down to your stomach, squeezing it causing you to gasp.

The feeling of being squeezed, licked, and sucked on by all three men was beginning to stimulate you. As soon as Shiu warm, wet mouth planted itself on your clit with his tongue spelling something you couldn’t even comprehend because your mind was too stimulated, your head crashed into the couch again and your body thrashed around in desperation to get away.

Your moans were soon captured with Gojo’s lips as he kissed you whilst leaning over the couch to capture your lips in an upside down kiss.

“ atta girl! she’s a fucking squirter. I called it.”, Toji says like a proud scientist presenting his latest discovery. He was sitting on the couch before you four and watched as Shiu tried to capture all of your squirt in his mouth.

Geto rolled his eyes at Atsuya pulling out a 20 dollar bill to give to Toji.

Atsuya scoffed as he saw Toji hand in a gimme motion, “ You’re lucky this time. Don’t forget that you still owe me 10 dollars because of her costume choice.”

The slurping and muffled screams stopped as you came down from your high. As Atsuya was giving over his 20 dollars, Shiu was detaching his lips from your jumping clit. He smirked at your pussy crying for him, “ You did so well, bunny. Such a pretty pussy you have.”

You whimpered as Gojo tongue explored your mouth, sloppily licking around your mouth with his tongue. He wanted more of you, needed more. Nanami and Hiromi both let go of your nipples with a string of saliva left behind as they released your nipples out of their wet mouths.

Surprisingly your nipples were still hard but this time covered with saliva. Their saliva. They couldn’t wait to fuck you like their little slut. There’s a reason why these two men are preserved and to look like they’re stressed out all the time. They don’t release their frustration anywhere, so tonight’s the night they will. All thanks to you.

Gojo planted one last kiss on your plump and bruised lips. Bruised from his kissing is the best kind. He was magnificent at kissing, sloppy but beautiful. Everyone started to back up as Geto came forward with a smirk on his face as he watched your body move up and down. You were helplessly tied up right now and he knew you liked it that way. Too bad it’s gonna end right now.

He took off the ropes after a few twists and pulls. Once you felt the ropes come off your body, you felt sad and relieved. Following after was the blindfold on your eyes. As soon as they came off, your eyes squinted because of the light above you. Once you regained your vision back, your eyes moved to in front of you and you shyly looked down again. You couldn’t help but to do that because having this many sexy men in the room with you was too much.

Geto footsteps were heard as he walked around the couch in the back of you. He chuckled, pulling your chin up to face the men who looked at you like you were a little red riding hood and they were the wolves waiting for your next move.

“ Come on, Angel. Don’t get shy now. Actually, when have you ever got shy, is this because these are the men you’ve been slutting yourself out to even when I’m standing right there with you?”, Geto asked from above you since he was still standing behind you but now leaning down a little to stare at your head and face.

Your lips puckered and your right leg started to shake up and down, this time Choso took note of this because he knows how it feels to be nervous. So he insists, “ Suguru maybe blind fold her again, she’s too sh—”

Geto shook his head, “ No, she’s just fine. She isn’t shaking because of anxiety Choso, nooo. She’s shaking her leg in impatience. She’s a sly fox who gets everyone to believe she’s shy, innocent, and so forth but nooo she’s a dirty slut on the inside and now on the outside. Show them how much of a devilish whore you can be, Angel.”

It's like something in you snapped when he pointed that out, like he put a battery in your back to energize you up. You opened up your mouth to speak, “ I want all of you, right here and now. Fuck me.”

Those words set fire to all the men around you. Men in different costumes: ghost face, Simon ‘ghost’, könig, Jason, a priest, a supposed Patrick Bateman, Garu, and a security guard. All for you.

Toji came over to lift you up and you gladly wrapped your legs around him, “ fuck, doll. Your pussy caused that, look down.” You looked to the side and down at the big wet stain on the couch with a smile on your face. Toji kissed your neck as he still held you up in his arms not caring how much you weighed, “ Thank you for proving that asshole wrong now lemme give you my award.”

Toji walked backwards to the couch opposite of the one you were on and landed on the couch with you on top of him. Your bare pussy was on top of his pants that had the zipper open. Toji couldn’t wait to be inside of you so he took out his hard cock and you lifted up to sink right back down taking half of him inside before stopping when you couldn’t take anymore, “ Mmmm, I can’t take anymore, Toji. Let me ride like this.”

Toji's eyes narrowed, “ You think you got the upper hand here?” He smacked your ass right as Gojo chuckled from behind you, “ I think she thinks she has the upper hand, how foolish of you, pretty baby.”

Gojo’s big hands came down on your shoulders and Toji’s big hands enclosed themselves on your love handles with some of your tummy spilling over his hand. They both helped you take all of Toji’s cock watching as you whimpered at the feeling of being stuffed full in your pussy.

Toji’s groan was ruff but pretty, “ just like that, now you’re full of me, hope you enjoyed the last of your breath because it’s about to be taken in three, two, on-”

Your head suddenly got dragged to the side of Toji’s head to Shiu’s cock. Shiu’s cock smelled so good and looked like he tasted so good. You wanted him in your mouth so bad. In the back of your mind, you were honestly surprised that a man besides Suguru dick smelled good and natural.

Your mouth watered and just as it did he shoved you down on his cock with a loud guck sound following. He was about to brutally fuck your throat and you were gonna love every second of it. Meanwhile, Toji was slowly moving inside of you, teasing your pretty cunt. A cunt that was sucking his dick in. “ Such a tight, needy cumt you have”.

“ Hey, Suguru, pass the lube over here. Need to prep her before she takes it up the ass like a good girl right?” The way he stretched the “right” sent your pussy fluttering around Toji’s cock. Your eyes widened when you felt the rest of your panty hose from behind get ripped by Gojo’s hand.

Shui’s head was thrown back as you gagged on his cock eagerly, “ She takes cock like a pro, fuck ye-uughhh.” He was an undercover moaner, perfect for you as you slurped on his cock.

Gojo slapped your ass prior to dripping the lube he got from Suguru on your other hole. The cold liquid felt so good dripping down your hole and soon his finger rubbing in circles felt the same way. Nanami couldn’t wait any longer and neither could Kukasabe, so they both dropped their pants to get handjobs from you. You took Nanami’s cock in your hand as he stood next to Shiu whose head was thrown back in bliss.

Your head started to bob up and down even faster and once you started to move your head in a circular motion, Shiu was done for. Nanami looked over at him and chuckled at how his eyes crossed from the head you were giving to him. His chuckling stopped when your hand started to tighten on his cock as you stroked him up and down.

Atsuya guided your other hand to his cock, you so eagerly took in your hand— stroking him at the same pace you were stroking Nanami. Both of their heads flew back as they let out low groans or moans at the way your hand was working their cocks.

Gojo was focused on the way your hole took in his finger as your loud moans were vibrating off Shiu’s cock. “ Such a cute little hole, you’re telling me you’ve been keeping this all to yourself Suguru.”

Choso hissed as he stroked his cock to the scene in front of him. You were being used and it was only going to get better from here.

Geto shrugged his shoulders and Hiromi scoffed, “ a selfish man indeed.”

“ oh shut up, you would keep her to yourself as well if she looked how my Angel looks.”, Geto throws out while you were getting your pussy spilt open and fucked perfectly. Gojo needed to get a fill of your pussy and ass, in response he slid his finger in and out your ass opening it up for him. Once he saw you relax, he unzipped his zipper and pulled his dick out to lay it against your ass.

Nanami started to fuck into your hand and Gojo saw and wanted to poke fun at the man like he always do, “ Her hand must feel good to have someone like you fuck it. Her pretty fingers are getting you off aren’t they? How long has it b-”

“ Shut the hell up, I don’t need to hear your voice when all we should be- aahhh- hearing her moans. Let the lady get her spotlight.”, Nanami speaks out as he suppressed his moans when your hand started to twist around his cock.

Gojo threw his hands up as the rest of the men chuckled, “ you’ll hear her moaning in a moment, Nanami.” Gojo pushed his thick cock into your pussy cussing you to release Shiu’s cock from your mouth letting out a loud moan. Gojo looked up at Nanami with a smug look, “Like right now”.

“ Aughh- aaahhh it hurts. It hurts.”, you moaned in pain. Gojo kissed the back of your shoulder while Toji licked your chest as he stilled for a moment to let you and Gojo adjust.”

“ Shhh I know, I know. I can stop if you want, say the word and you got it, strawberry pearl.”, Gojo whispered in your ear as he dick now pulsed inside of you.

Your teeth bit your bottom lip in reaction to both dicks being inside of you. You wanted to cominute so you didn’t say anything, just wiggled to get more of him inside. Gojo smiled and started to move inside of you slowly. Toji smacked your ass, “ Hold still f’us doll. Need to get all the way Inside.” You did as he said and moaned at how they both rubbed your insides just right. You felt like you could feel every vein on their dicks.

Shiu shoved your head back on his cock, holding onto your head as he fucked into your mouth, hard and fast. Your arms were starting to get tired so Nanami helped guide your hand up and down his length as he thrusted in and out of your hand at a fast pace. As opposed to Atsuya who just sat back and let you do all the work, such a gentleman.

Toji waited until Gojo was all the way in before he gave him a head nod. Gojo held onto your love handles or hips tightly digging his nails into you as he started to pound inside of you. As he moved in, Toji moved out and this repeated. Both snapping their hips into you almost tearing you apart and surprisingly, it's like you wanted them to do it too.

“ Atta girl, mouth full of cock just like your pussy.”, Gojo taunts as he shrugged off his vest leaving him in only his green camouflage pants and boots. He fucked you with his Simon mask on his head. You wished he had it on his face.

“ Can’t wait to gape her pretty little ass like the slutty little doll she is told to be. Such a pretty slut taking our cocks like this.”, Toji says with a grunt at the end when you start to tighten with both of them inside of you—pushing their cocks together like two thick sticks laying on top of each other because of the rainstorm.

Your throat felt like it was being poked fast everytime Shiu snapped his hips into you. Nanami started to jerk your throat with his large hand that had his watch on his wrist. Shiu almost felt like he was going to pass out if Nanami did it even faster. Fuck this was so unexpected and hot. “ Shit. Shit. Shit. If you both keep fucking, aahh.” Nanami didn’t know what came over him when he did that. He just saw the bulge in your throat and wanted to touch it. If Shiu can get a bulge in your throat then he damn sure can as well, maybe even longer than his.

You felt liquid squirt on your hand from the left side of you. Atsuya couldn’t take seeing you do to work on everyone’s cocks like a pornstar he was obsessed with. He came before everyone and knew he was gonna be the laughing stock of the future get togethers they have but if cumming in your hand was the price then he’ll gladly let them laugh it up, “ Fuck sweetheart, such a good little hand you have there.”

Your mouth was getting tired and so was your hands. Nanami felt it so he snatched his cock out of your hands at the same time as Shiu snatched his cock out of your mouth with a loud gasp from you.

Nanami held your hair up balled into a ponytail to admire your face and Shiu let out a deep breath wiping the spit off your mouth just to put it back into your open mouth.

“ So fucking pretty”., Shiu exclaims.

“ Yeah she’s very beautiful in this view”., Nanami agrees.

Your eyes were beginning to water from Toji and Gojo fucking into you, “ mmhhh, it feels soooo good. I don’t think I can tak— oohhhh.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when they both swirled their hips as they pounded inside of your sloppy cunt. You let go just then the and there by squirting on both of their dicks causing both to pull out just enough to let it all out.

“ Damn, her pussy is too fucking perfect. She squirting on me so prettily, should’ve made the bet with you, old man.”, Gojo moans as he moves in and out of your squirting pussy.

Toji got irritated at the insult Gojo gave him because he wasn’t old, which made him take his anger out on your poor pussy. He scooted a bit lower, just enough to fuck into you at a different pace Gojo was going— mixing up your insides like you never had it

“ Fuck off, Satoru. Now back to you little doll, how do you like that pussy getting abused by my cock. After all it’s my dick that made you squirt right?”, Toji ended his question with a slap to your ass causing you to jerk forward with a cry of pain and pleasure mixed.

You couldn’t even answer because your eyes were starting to cloud with tears and your head was filled with nothingness. It was a scary and horny feeling. Satoru grabbed your stomach as Nanami and Atsuya massaged your tits with their big hands. You were feeling pleasure and touched all around.

So much that you started to cream around their dicks making them slide in and out of you a little more easier. Once satoru saw this, he laughed, “ oh look at how she’s creaming on our dick Toji, we both know I added to that one, let’s call it how it is.”

Gojo’s hands gripped your tummy and his chest was now connected to your back, “ Awnnn it’s a weak spot for you, isn’t it? Having your stomach touched or gripped is your weakness, yeah. Let’s see how long you last, pretty baby.”

Geto was enjoying the scenery so much that he was edging himself like he usually does when you’re off on vacation or doing something else, away from him.

Gojo bites your shoulder as he pounded into you, flowing in sync with Toji.

“ uuuhnnn, it’s coming. M’cummin. M’cummin. M’cummin!!”, You screamed out before Shiu stuck his finger in your mouth. They all watched how you shake on Gojo’s and Toji’s dick in your cunt. Gojo pulled out just in time before he was about to cum inside of you. Ultimately, stopping himself from cumming.

Toji kept fucking you through your orgasm causing you to open your mouth in a silent O with your eyes rolling to the back of your head. It was beginning to be too much for you and you were starting to see black.

Geto sighed and came up from behind you after Gojo patted him on the back walking away afterwards. “ The joys of having a slut like this one. You could fuck her until she says the magic word. Our magic word, isn’t that right, Angel?”

You nodded like you were being mind controlled to nod your head. Toji pulled out of you and was about to cum on your stomach, but Geto put his finger on his hole stopping him from cumming, “ Wait until the end, Toji. Save the best part for last. He looked at the men in front of him and then turned to them behind him, “ This goes for all of you. Want to see this pretty little slut covered in cum, preferably similar to a canvas, my beautiful art in the end.”

Toji's head rolled when geto stopped his cum from flowing out, he liked being edged even when he never did that at all until now. He just couldn’t believe Geto had the audacity to touch his dick and stop him from cumming. Such a vile man.

Toji scoffed and lifted you up to place you back down on the couch, he looked at Geto with a scowl, “ Boner kill.”

Geto gave him a close eyed smile before picking you up in bridal format to walk you where Gojo laid on the pool table— by the wall. “ Take her ass and I’ll take her pussy. The rest can join but this pussy is mine for the rest of the night. She’s been too naughty.”

Your eyelashes were falling off because of how much you were crying and your mascara was running down your face. Geto smiled when he saw your reaction to Gojo slowly moving past your tight ring of muscle with closed eyes. He moaned as he slipped inside of you, “ Ssss’ good. So good. Fucking perfect little ass you got on you.”

“ Hear that, Angel. Gojo thinks the ass that I fucked in the past is perfect. And indeed, he is right. Your ass is perfect but not as perfect as your, Geto moved to squat on the table to line himself up against your pussy and when he slammed himself inside he moaned at your pussy instantly gripping onto him, Pussy.” He finished off his sentence with another moan escaping his throat.

They both moved in sync with your cries and pleas in the background. Geto threw his head back when the tip of his thick cock started to kiss your cervix repeatedly with a string of wetness in between his tip and your cervix each time he thrusted in and out.

The rest of the men got up and circled around the three. Toji hopped on the table to get on his knees beside your head, “ come on, doll, my dick is lonely without your hand.”

Choso stayed by your feet that was wrapped up in your white panty-hose, he needed to feel your feet on his dick, so he grabbed your feet and connected his dick to the soles of them fucking himself on your feet. It felt so different and good to you that you just let him. Foreign feeling indeed. What’s even more foreign was his pretty whimpers following, “ fuck. Fu-Uhh.”

Atsuya bent your leg to slide his lube up cock in between your calves and thighs, muffling his moan with a bite of his lips, “ Mmmmph.”

You then felt your tits being groped together before a cock moved in and out, the cock was heavy and thick and once you looked up your eyes connected with Hiromi’s big pretty eyes, “ That’s it, you have such pretty tits. A slut indeed. A pretty titty slut.”

Nanami crossed his leg over you, now standing in front of your face with his dick out. He grabbed your hair in a tight ponytail. Your moans were growing louder at the feeling of your body being used by all of these men and with that, Nanami’s thick, long cock slid in your mouth like a cold popsicle waiting for your mouth to warm and suck it up. “ Shit, think she’s perfect for this.”

Shiu guided your hand to his dick and you worked your magic on Toji’s and his cock, he hissed at the feeling of your pretty hand jerking off his cock. Toji did the same with his hair covering his eyes and his mouth opened in a silent o.

Once everyone got comfortable, you were in for it. Every push and pull out Gojo and Geto did was a dance they synchronized together. You couldn’t handle Gojo’s long cock inside of your ass filling you up and you couldn’t handle Geto’s thick cock inside of your pussy. Everything was too much and too good.

It felt like every part of your body was being admired and fucked right now and you loved it. “ Mmgh, mmmmphhh.”, You moaned in gargles because of Nanami fucking your throat with the need of Cumming into it. The bubbles that were forming around his dick as he snapped his cock into your needy, wet mouth 9( a fuck hole. He wasn’t usually this harsh with you or any woman but tonight was different. Tonight was a special occasion.

Choso was in a limbo state of mind as he fucked the covered sole of your feet, “ fuck, she’s such a good girl for letting me do this shit. I- I can’t help myself.” They all knew he had something weird to him, they finally found it out. He was a feet guy. What they didn’t know is it’s not true, something was whispering into his ear once he saw your feet dangling as Geto and Gojo fucked you.

Now for Atsuya, that was true. He’s a weird man. The weirdest out of all of them. There’s no denying that one.

Toji groaned out a loud moan before cumming into your hand and on your arm, “ Fu-uhhghhh-ckkk, she take cock so well, she’s a trained little whore.”

Shiu was next and his cum shot over your tits and hand, “ shit, shit, sh-uhhhhgh. You’re fucking right. So damn right.” They both finished first before any of the men. Geto smirked and held onto your stomach fucking you without no mercy, he wished he could see your tears pouring down your eyes like Nanami is. He wished he could see your tits moving up and down at he and Gojo’s thrusts. God, he wished he could kiss you.

“ Take it, Angel. Want you to feel your insides raveling before cumming on my dick. Matter of fact, you can take more from me, can’t you?”, Geto muses as he rolls his thumb over your pretty clit.

Your body was voluntarily shaking right now and soon it went limp. So now, you were limp and out of your mind as they continued to use you. You loved this and never wanted it to stop.

Neither does Gojo, who felt your hole taking the shape of his dick, “ aaahnnn, Suguru, keep doing that. She’s gonna fucking milk my cock at this rate. Such a fucking naughty little slut.”

Your slurps and gargles were loud now and the sound of balls hitting the chin was growing faster. Nanami was now cradling your head with his big hands as he moved your head up and down his cock, “ I sincerely wish you two would shut up. A lady is talking. You’re - holy shit!! Think I’m gonna cum.”

Nanami held your head against his pelvis letting any breath that you had, have no chance of escaping. His blonde hair was now covering his forehead as sweat glands started to build up around his forehead and run down his face.

Hiromi knew he was about to cum so he moved his tits up and down his cock, releasing a loud groan when he came in the middle of your tits, his head hitting the back of Nanami’s back. Both breathing loudly as you milk all of their cum out their bodies.

“ M’gonna cum. I wan’ cum. Wanna cum so bad. Please please please please.”, Your moans were loud and once your body felt the ribbon cut loose on your insides, your orgasm hit you hard and powerful. So powerful that you squirted out water and cream on suguru’s dick and some of it hit his green pants.

Gojo and Geto pulled out of you making everyone else stop as well as they watched you shake miraculously. Geto dragged you down to the floor and they all stood around you with the exception of those who already came on your body so it was only Geto, Gojo, Choso, And Atsuya left.

You closed your eyes when you felt Atsuya cum hit your face, close to your right eye. You were still shaking by the legs because you didn’t have enough time to get over your orgasm because theirs was coming as well.

Choso’s cum followed by spraying your chest, lips, and nose, “ fuckkkkkkk, damn! Such a pretty face you got. Ughnnnn.” His cum was drippy and he had lot of it.

Geto and Gojo were next and they both jerked each other off which made your pussy convulse at the sight. They were so hot doing this especially with the little whimpers and moans coming from them.

You licked the cum on your lips and spoke in a low, seductive voice, “ That’s it, cum on me. Cum on me like your personal toy.”

Gojo whimpered out his words, “ oooohhhh, fuck yes. Keep talking.”

And you did while holding eye contact with Geto who was stroking Satoru with a twisting combo he learned from how you did him, “ Cum on me like your personal slut. Your cum whore. Your cum dump.” Once you said the last sentence, you happily closed your eyes as both of them came onto your face at the same time. White and clear cum was all over your body. You smelled like sex and loved it for some reason.

Geto's body was jerking and shaking as he came and Gojo’s body was stuck as his head was thrown back in pure ecstasy.

“ Such a perfect little bunny. Pleasing all your- hnnghhh- daddies so good.”, Geto moaned as his cock finally stopped Cummin on your body.

You shakily raised up to kiss your Satoru’s dick first and then Geto’s cock of their tips, “ Thank you for the candy, daddy.” Your eye contact with Geto caused him to lean over and kiss you without a care in the world if your face was filled with other men cum. The camera recorded everything and he was going to show the video to Kashimo, Sukuna, Naoya, and Ijichi, the other men you were flirting with, with your consent first. Let them know they can be a part two only with your consent of course.

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#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #spicy #also can we take a sec and appreciate the gradient ts is so sexyyy #the graphics😍😍 #its like im unwrapping chocolate

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Jujutsu Kaisen

Squad: @enchantedforest-network

This is why you hate blunts. (Getou Suguru x Black Reader) NSFW

Forbidden (Ryoumen Sukuna x Black Reader) NSFW [Done as the Ex's and Oh's Collabo by @zorotits)

(Not) Resisting Temptations (Getou Suguru x Black Reader) NSFW

(Not) Resisting Temptations:2 (Getou Suguru x Black Reader) NSFW

Curveballs (Ryoumen Sukuna x Black Reader) NSFW [Done as the Isn't This Convenient Collabo by @blkcupid)

Still Hating Blunts but Loving Friends (Getou Suguru x Black Reader) NSFW

Living the Life (Ryoumen Sukuna x Black Reader) NSFW

(Not) Resisting Temptations: 3 (Getou Suguru x Black Reader) NSFW [Done as Colour Me Peach Event by @peachsayshi]

The Tough Get Going (Ryoumen Sukuna x Black Reader) NSFW.

(Financial) Auditing (Getou Suguru x Black Reader) NSFW [Done as Punishment or Reward? Lost a Bet Collabo by @laudthingcat].

Locker Room Shenanigans (Ryoumen Sukuna x Black Reader) NSFW.

A Final Dedication Blunt (Getou Suguru x Black Reader) NSFW.

A Warm Welcome (Ryoumen Sukuna x Black Reader) NSFW.

Welcome to the Dark Side (Getou Suguru x Black Reader) NSFW [Done as Dance With the Dead Halloween Collab by @nagumoan]

#jjk x reader #x black reader #spicy

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Duality of Art.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Black Reader.

Summary: You had been in the restaurant business for about four years now, and things were looking very, very good for your café. You had expanded recently, and had decided to get into external catering with your first gig being for the national tattoo association. You thought it was a very cool coincidence with the full healing of your most recent piece.

So why was your favourite tattoo artist - who you still didn't have the courage to approach for another piece - looking at both you and the delicious food you had served like he wanted to devour you whole?! And why were you encouraging him? Well, cooking was an art and so was tattooing, so what would be the result if you combined the two?

Please note: NSFW, under 20 DNI, oral (f receiving) reverse cowgirl, he bounces you on his dick easily, rough sex, creampie, overstimulation, unprotected sex, dirty talk, degradation + praise combo, marking, fingering, Possessive!Grimmjow, reader is Black with box braids, both of them have tattoos, slight exhibitionism, the thirst is real, hair pulling.

A/N: Hello hello yes. More Grimmjow fics for when he appears, which is soon. This one is for the lovely @mekiza and their Of Ink and Love collab. Thank you sooo much for allowing to participate. I'm so very honoured to try and get as many people as people as feral for this man as I am.

WC: 5.8k

Squad: @enchantedforest-network

Of the many challenges you had faced in your life, none of them had genuinely beat your ass like running your own business.

Your bank balance was in absolute shambles if you were being honest, and that was even with the barely just enough emergency funds you still had sitting in there. That could partially be because you had taken your first outside catering gig since your last expansion, and boy oh boy had all the preliminary costs drained your business account dry.

Granted you were well aware this would be the outcome, but it was a different kind of distressing actually seeing the miserable figures from your online banking portal.

You sighed, somewhat melancholic, running your left hand over your right arm. Your eyes landed on your left forearm, and you grinned, flipping some of your box braids over your shoulder before looking at your new and shiny tattoo. It looked absolutely amazing, taking the risk with some colour on it, and just as Hallibel, one of your favourite tattooist said, it popped absolutely beautifully against your skin.

You should have known she was right, being a black woman like you.

"Your knowledge on colour theory never ceases to amaze me, honestly. Every time I come in to see you you've come up with another brilliant idea," you remembered telling her, watching her apply the vaseline on your completed tattoo before carefully covering it with the gauze.

"Hmm" she hummed as she worked. "I think I gotta attribute that to Grimmjow. He seems to be a master of colour theory on all skin, and it's usually his foundational knowledge and willing to risk and experiment that allows me to perfect my craft. He's easily the best tattoo artist I've ever had the fortune to work with. His talent in this shit is unmatched."

Well, that answered some questions.

Anyway, back to the present. You were looking at the contract you just signed, the contract that was why your bank balance looked like it had gone for a brawl and ended up getting beat the fuck up. In about a week the exact same bank account would be looking absolutely gorgeous in the next three or so weeks, but for now you wanted to lament a little. Then after your mandatory lamentation you would get back to work coming up with a menu for this event. You didn't want to disappoint your fellow artists, now would you?

...

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

There were very many adjectives that could be used to describe Grimmjow: outspoken, arrogant, disrespectful, talented, dedicated, etc etc. He was quite an experience to say the least, but one thing he had never, ever wavered from was being his authentic self. That, in your opinion, was easily the most attractive trait about him.

You had known him for a couple of years now, known him in the sense that you could categorise him as a loose acquaintance. He at the very least knew you existed, and a couple of times had bought food and held a couple of meetings in your then humble café. Now he - and many a tattoo artist in the city - made it a point to come eat there at least once a week. Hallibel told you it was very calming and relaxing for an artist, what with murals you had painted and the comfort of the furnishings and the presentation of the food. You deeply appreciated it because as a lover of art yourself, that's how you approached food: as an art form.

Grimmjow stood out. He was tall, always towering over most people, with bright blue and rich blue eyes. You remembered always peering at his roots and his eyebrows, confirming that his hair was, in fact, naturally that colour. He had very defined features from the high cheekbones to the sharp nose, defined jawline to relatively full lips. His face was always in a slight scowl, eyes half lidded and analytical, with nothing ever passing his piercing gaze. He always dressed with fitting clothes, sleeves folded to his elbows if he wore something that covered his gorgeous tattoos.

Physically he was pretty sexy, the kind of dude you'd just stare and drool at for hours on end, but his personality and the way he carried himself is what really captured your soul and your knees. He had a presence around him, where he never necessarily had to announce his presence verbally. He walked into a room and you instinctively knew that he was that bitch. When he picked up the tattoo gun and installed the needle you knew you were about to see a masterpiece on skin. He had opinions, but he never really voiced them unless he really felt like he needed to - the fact that it was most of the time was irrelevant - and when he felt you weren't worth his time and attention he would never bother wasting his time interacting with you.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez always made you feel things, and absolutely none of them were appropriate.

So one random day when he asked you when you were free because he wanted to bounce french toast recipes off you you were a little chocked. He didn't look like the type of dude to be into french toast of all things but you accepted. He came into your café and bought some food, patiently waiting for you to change and then took you to the nearest park to talk. You remembered the smell of his colone, and how he had all his attention on you when you were giving him the best tips of cooking french toast, and even threw in some waffles and pancake tips too for free.

You remembered, in particular, that slow, deliberate curve of his lips into that trademark, devious smirk. You felt your heart skip a beat and you swallowed dryly, the blatant desire in his eyes not escaping you. "Nice. I'm definitely going to try these. I knew it was a good idea to talk to you about this."

There was something in his voice that sent all manner of delicious shivers up and down your spine, and you found yourself curling your toes in your shoes to trigger some sort of sensation in your mind. "Oh, thank you. I'm glad you're looking forward to it. You can experiment with it if you want," you added, as you said your goodbyes. He nodded once, opening his arms for a hug goodbye, and the second you felt his arms wrap around you you could almost feel your knees buckle.

The thirst was incredibly real from then on.

He had come over a couple of times after, and he always bought something when he did, to ask you to suggest him a recipe, or if something would work out if cooked in a certain way or even just the rare but impactful compliment. A lot of your employees weren't shy about encouraging you to shoot your shot, because Grimmjow was never the most amicable person, but around you he always seemed like he was in a good mood. You chalked it up to your immaculate vibes, really.

More than once you had entertained the idea of walking up to him and just asking him out, then a couple of dates later inquire if he was interested in a relationship. You'd even role played the entire conversation in your head, but you simply never had the courage, using the fact that you were trying to expand your business as an excuse to procrastinate. So far it was an excuse that seemed to work well enough, but now it was looking like the flimsy ass excuse it truly was.

The National Tattoo Association usually had their yearly meeting spread over a couple of days in a venue. They contracted catering for the respective term of the newly voted board members, and you knew the last caterer had worked with them over the course of two terms, a very decent source of income if you could do your maths correctly. They always required catering services for all the events they held, and these tattoo artists had quite a number of events spread over the year.

With the new board coming in you had just finished preparing for your outside catering branch of your café, and your smack dab in the middle of your expansion, but you were confident in you and your employees' ability to deliver quality food and service so you applied. Competition was stiff, and you honestly never intended to get very far, but you thought this would be excellent experience. You knew many a tattoo artist because of the sheer number of them that came to eat and hang out in your café, so a couple of them that knew the inner workings of the upper administration were excited you were applying and gave you their best wishes.

Absolute shock on you when you won.

It was going to be an excellent opportunity for you to really prove yourself, and you knew for a fact if you succeeded here then your business was for sure going to grow. What a way to improve your art.

...

This was, uh, an experience to say the least.

The annual event was in about eight weeks. You firmly believed in preparing early, especially now that your business was doing far better than you previously anticipated (you really needed to believe in your own sauce was the lesson here, but you digressed) so you found yourself a lot less in front of your counter and a lot more in front of your laptop in your apartment. You trusted your employees to do their jobs well, and since they had never let you down in the past, you didn't expect them to start letting you down now.

The issue that was arriving was that some of the members of this committee were getting on your very last nerve, because, for some reason, they thought you were the one they could play with.

"It's too early to have a look at menus. We have other much more important things to go over before we come to this kind of thing." Bambietta Basterbine was assigned as your contact, and so far she seemed like an absolute bitch.

Unfortunately for her, you were worse.

"I'd appreciate it if you have a look at the menu and give me feedback by Thursday. I've considered most dietary requirements and allergies and added them, which is why it might seem very extensive. I usually prefer everyone has an enjoyable meal. If I receive no feedback by Thursday I'll assume the menu is good to go and I'll immediately begin making the necessary preparations."

You stood up and left, leaving her there screaming to herself, because in your opinion she didn't quite have anything of substance to tell you. You were still rolling your eyes and mumbling curse words at her under your breath before you bumped into a very muscular physique. You stumbled backwards, braids flying all over your face and nearly falling over was it not for a strong arm immediately reaching out to wrap itself around your waist and steadying you. You found your hands automatically grabbing the shirt of said physique, breathing a little faster than normal and blushing furiously.

"I am so, so sorry. I really should watch where I'm going oh my goodness," you kept saying, steadying yourself on your feet. You were about to continue rumbling when you noticed the tattoos on their arm, and you were very, very grateful for the fact that you were Black because then no one could see how nuclear your face had become.

Those blue eyes appraised you, errant strands of hair barely covering them as his arm leisurely slid off your body. "No problem," he drawled, and you pretended you were dusting imaginary dust off your clothes. "Have yourself a great day." His voice stayed reverberating across your body as he casually made his way to the office you were in moments before, leaving you still blushing horribly and still speechless.

The things you would do to him were honestly between you and your coochie.

...

You had just finished curating your menu, and you looked at it proudly, before deciding you'd get to the cooks and ask them who would want to be in charge of this event. Some of them loved external catering and others much preferred to work at the café, so once you were one hundred percent sure of who would be cooking for the Tattoo Association, you would pick on the wait staff that would be serving everyone. The rest of the planning such as transport and event organisation could be arranged easily enough.

Just then as you were organising your timetable for the next couple of days (you decided after most of these preliminaries were over you would spend one full day working in the café), your computer beeped indicating a notification. An email had come in, and your raised your eyebrows. You weren't quite expecting anything today.

You checked it, knowing it could be anything important and you saw it was form Hallibel. You grinned, reading through her apology from the rest of the board from Bambietta and saying they had all approved the menu and that you could start. She also requested dates of when some members would come for a food testing, and when you would like to have a look at the venue for set up purposes. Your smile could not be any bigger than it currently was, and you were so happy with how things were going. You responded immediately, giving all the details she asked for before carrying on with your day.

Maybe you could also add some of these to your menu in the café, you mused, as you made your way over there.

...

The days were going way too fast for your liking. Either than or you were just so, so busy that by the time closing time came by all you wanted to do was eat, pee and sleep.

You did notice, however, as the weeks went by, that more and more tattoo artists begun frequenting your establishment. At first it was the usuals, usually brought in by both Grimmjow and Hallibel, and then newer customers joined them, and they begun coming in more often on their own. At this point you were pretty convinced that they alone formed a significant amount of sales you made, and for that you were extremely grateful. Some of them even went the extra mile of encouraging their customers to come into your café. It was a little bit suspicious, but you loved it. Who never loved money after all.

Upon further investigation, it turned out that Hallibel may or may not have leaked that you would be doing the catering for this year's meeting. Apparently the former caterer was a friend of Bambietta, and her palette was now completely agreeable with most people. It only took the new board, who she couldn't bully for her way like the other one, for them to finally change caterers, and since she refused a fair, public procurement process, Hallibel pulled a very fast one on her and decided that just like she had done in the past, she (Hallibel) would appoint someone they knew and trusted, someone who could be vetted by the public to be the one to provide food and drinks, and if Bambietta was mad she could just go and cry about it or whatever.

Needless to say she was not in the least amused.

You waggered the vetting went well, because people generally could not stop singing your praises. It ranged from how welcoming you and your staff were, how your café was such a vibe, how delicious the food was and how friendly you personally were in terms of nerding out about your favourite designs and colours and studios.

So here you were, about twelve days to the event, at the venue, checking out the place to 'organise yourself', or so the saying went. You felt like there was some scheming afoot, but that was something you would dissect later.

What you for sure wanted to dissect right now at this second was what the fuck Grimmjow was doing here. Not that you never wanted him here, but it's like he went out of his way to look even more sexy than he normally did, which was already a problem because he could pretty much wear a sack and cover himself with ashes and his sex appeal would still be far higher than most people you knew.

And he was dressed simply in fitting jeans, timberland boots and a sleeveless cotton tee with a hoodie. The tattoos on his arms and on his chest were visible, and his body was like one of those intricate roof paintings that took decades to do. He was less tatteed than most artists, having large parts of his body still inkless, but all his pieces seemed very impactful, almost personal to him, true pieces of art on the human body.

You would give anything to run your tongue up and down his being.

Anyway, you were very glad you could still stay sane, because not only had you found the perfect spot to set up, it would allow your employees ample rest time as well when food was not being served, not to mention it was out of line of site of the actual room that the meeting would take place, while not being too far from said meeting room, which made things excellent for serving snacks and refreshments in between presentations and what not.

You felt like you were satisfied with your tour, already formulating draft plans in your head when you saw Grimmjow again, talking to the head of security for the venue. You were so fixated on how he made your animal brain almost always take over in his presence you forgot that he was also a part of the board. You swallowed, tearing your gaze away from him and decided to go look for Hallibel. You needed to schedule a wank session it seemed.

"This place is really nice. My chefs and servers are going to have the times of their lives here, especially with the spot I've chosen for them to set up and serve from." You were very glad your voice was light and cute, conversational even, not betraying the immense amounts of thirst that were bombarding you internally at the moment. Hallibel looked at you and smiled that bright smile of hers, her eyes closing into little crescents. She was for sure scheming something.

"I'm glad you like it. It's one of the reasons we chose it, because I remembered you loosely saying how much you liked this place. Since I always knew you'd be catering for us anyway and this was one of the places that we had chosen, I really did advocate for it. I' really happy it worked out in the end." Her voice was soft, comforting, and you couldn't help but feel your heart immediately fill with love because she remembered little things you said in passing.

"Thank you. You're going to eat the best food of your life at this event. I'll personally see to it," you promised, opening your arms to hug her. She chortled as she returned the embrace, slightly louder than was necessary because you noticed Bambietta had arrived and she probably wanted to annoy her.

"I know, and all of us are really looking forward to it."

What a time to be alive.

...

D Day was finally here and you were antsy with your nerves.

You made sure to arrive bright and early with everyone else and begin setting up. Most of the food was being cooked on site, to ensure it remained as fresh as possible throughout the day, and the pastries were made and stored much, much earlier than the food. You hoped it would be enough to push through the event, ensure everyone ate to their fill and enjoyed it.

You also noticed the florist for the event had put in cute flowers in the area where food would be served, and you were extremely grateful because the place smelt absolutely divine. More than once you had simply stopped and taken a huge sniff.

Slowly the participants begun trickling in, and soon everyone had arrived. It did not escape you one bit that Grimmjow was one of the last ones to arrive. You knew for a fact that it was deliberate, but you quite weren't sure why. The moment he walked in, with his large cargo pants and perfectly fitting long-sleeved tea and the laces of his chuck norris shoes untied, Tom Ford cologne following him behind, you knew that his mere presence here would be a test for your sanity the whole day.

There was also something different about the way he interacted with you today. Any regular person that wasn't quite aware of your dynamic would think it was just regular friendly banter, but your instinct was telling you there was something else in the way he spoke to you, something more animalistic, perhaps a little more carnal. You could see it in the way he ran those rich, blue eyes up and down yur body, in the lazy curve of his smirk, promising a debauchery like you've never indulged in if you would give him a chance. You could see it in that hooded look he eyes you, in the relaxed stance of his body language. You never even knew Grimmjow to be capable of being relaxed. He always seemed a little on edge, but right now it was like he was in his comfort zone.

It was later, when you gave him a cupcake and some hot chocolate, and his warm but rough "thank you" murmured only for your ears to hear when you recognised what exactly it was you were feeling.

There was no mistaking it. This was lust like you had never experienced in your life. The desire for him seemed to be slowly taking over your body, and you were slightly judging yourself that it took his body's response to you for you to recognise it for what it was. He was the predator and you were the prey, and all this time he had been hunting you down with smoky looks and scheming smirks, very well aware that it would only be a matter of time before you would submit to him.

And you could not deny how sexy that was to you, though no amount of waterboarding would ever make you verbally admit that.

Regardless, you chose to be coy, responding to his borderline teasing conversations with thinly veiled shy responses, but you both knew you were anything but. You even made it a point to pay attention to his presentation in particular - one of the first ones, you noted, before going back to goofing off with your own staff.

"Hey, Cass, do you have a minute?" You felt a shiver go down your spine at his voice, deep and rich and most definitely wanton. Everyone who heard his low voice paused for a moment, and you felt your face explode with a blush so powerful you could feel the heat emanating from your face.

"Sure thing," you said immediately, grabbing him by his thick wrist and pulling him towards you, towards what looked like a lounge room and away from anyone else. It seemed your animal brain was activating and you absolutely did not want anyone to see you when you were acting all the way up.

You pulled him into what looked a free room, with a lounge set up, plenty of comfortable couches and coffee tables around, with a gorgeous veiw through french windows into a garden out side. You smiled, genuinely awed by the interior design of the room, taking in a deep breath and buying yourself some time to get your brain cells in order. You turned to him, spinning on the balls of your heel, ready to talk to him in earnest.

"Okay Grimmjow, wha -"

The next couple of seconds were too much for your mind to process. By the time your brain was catching up with current events you were against Grimmjow's muscular body, one strong arm around your waist and the other on your chin, pulling it down to open your mouth as he roughly pushed his tongue in, forcefully exploring everything he could reach, lips pressed against your own and breathing harshly. One of your arms instinctively seemed to wrap around his broad shoulders, the other one tangling in those soft, thick strands of blue hair on his head. You whined, pressing both yourself further into him and your thighs together, tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss, feeling his cock hardening against you lower abdomen, the same lower abdomen that was slowly heating up.

You broke the kiss, taking the chance to breath in deeply for a second. Grimmjow's lips were on your neck, nipping and you had to close your eyes and bite your cheek to stop the whimper from leaving your mouth. You trembled in his arms, pressing yourself into him and grinding yourself into him as you felt yourself get embarrassingly wetter. One of his hands slid down your body to your ass and squeezed roughly, the other one gripping your hip just as hard, and you gritted your teeth, the prospect of being manhandled so making you think some very inappropriate things.

"Couch. Now. I wanna taste you." His voice was gruff as he ordered you, managing to lead you backwards until you fell on said couch with a whoosh, feeling euphoric at the feeling of bouncing on the very comfortable cushions. You were glad you wore a dress today, because when you felt his hands on the skin of your thighs, scorching in delicious heat, rising up to the waistband of your panties.

"Gr - Grimmjow," you gasped. Your dress was suddenly bunched up at your waist, his hands on your waistband. He looked up at you, resting bitch face on lock and his eyes nearly glazed over in lust. You blushed, knowing he was waiting for express consent from you. You swallowed, your breath coming up in short and fast puffs, licking your lips nervously. You didn't miss the way his gaze dropped to you mouth before looking you in the eye again.

"What if someone walks in on us?" You asked, your voice small. He shrugged a broad shoulder, and you did not like for one second that smirk that slyly split his face in two.

"Then I guess they'll just have to watch you writhe in pleasure under me then, won't they?"

Oh god. You nodded, telling him to get on to ravishing you, and with the speed that your panties were pulled off your legs you wondered, briefly, if he applied the same speed to his craft. "Your thighs are gorgeous. I know they'd be a dream to tattoo," he hummed, his voice husky.

Naturally, he never gave you a chance to respond, his lips finding their way to your inner thighs. Your hands immediately latched onto his hair, throwing your head back and your back arching a tiny bit. He threw your legs over his shoulders, gripping your hips and in that moment, when he ran his tongue from the bottom to the top of your slit, through your folds, you knew it was over for you.

"I bet you taste so fucking good."

His tongue explored your folds, licking and sucking everything you had to offer, His lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked on it, before he went back to running his entire mouth over and around your folds. You felt the flat of his tongue pressing against you, and all you could do was stutter over him, your back arching further like a bow and your eyesight being reduced to seeing just white in your line of sight. You felt head spread all over your body as Grimmjow ate you out like an ice cream come, his name, his face the only things you could see in your mind's eye. Your mouth was dry, and as much as you wanted to scream out his name in pleasure it felt as though your tongue was immovable in your mouth. You could feel it coming, but it still hit you like a sledgehammer to the back of your head, so intense that all you could do was pull his face deeper into your pussy, chanting his name like a mantra as you came all over his face.

He never stopped his oral assault on you though. He continued lapping, alternating between his tongue and his lips, moaning in his bliss as he held you down. Your arms were weak, you were literally unable to move but you felt the sharp sting of harsh pains, bleeding into pleasure and your lust addled mind recognised the sensation of overstimulation. You tried pushing his head away, tried to push yourself backwards but it was all for nought. He was always by far stronger than you, and though the stroked of his tongue and the pressure applied by his lips marginally slowed down, he continued, eating you out like an ice cream cone through your orgasm.

"Oh no, no, baby. I'm not done with you yet." You could barely hear his voice through the buzzing in your ears. His face moved up as he slowly covered your smaller frame with his, and you could see how messy his face was, particularly his mouth and his jaw, a mess you had created, and you blushed again, before he kissed you once again, both hands on your hips. You would for sure be bruising. Thank god you were black and they wouldn't be seen.

As you tried to regulate your breathing in his mouth, he noticed, before breaking the kiss and went back to situating his mouth on your skin: down your jaw, on your neck, leaving little bites and nicks. hard enough that you were sure there would be marks the next day. You grabbed his ahir once more, tugging on it lightly and his lips curled against you. You felt a little bad that he could plunge you into pleasure like that he was still so hot and hard through his pants.

"Please, please let me ride you," you demand-requested, feeling yourself get wet again despite your previous overstimulation at his rumbled laugh.

"How can I deny you such a request?" You shifted beneath him, unable to look him in the eye when he acted too fast for you to respond once again, rearranging both of you in a way that he was below you and you were seated on his lap, facing the french windows and watching the gorgeous greenery outside. You glanced down, swallowing when you saw his pants on his ankles, his legs spread wide open, his cock, thick and hard and tip leaking horribly and a pretty pink colour between your legs.

God he was absolutely massive.

"Go on then. Ride me. Make me feel good. I wanna see how long you can go before your tight little pussy starts trying to milk me, how much of my cum you can take before it starts spilling out of you, how well you can take me before your walls start spasming around me, how much of my cock you want before you start begging me to bounce you on my dick."

Holy fuck his words, hos voice, dark, rich an husky. You were already making a mess of him before you even begun. You wiggled on top of him, his hands still on your hips as you gently took his cock in your hand, squeezing a little to test the waters as you smiled sweetly at him over your shoulder when you heard him hiss in pleasure behind you. You lifted yourself a little, putting his tip on your still sensitive folds, a sound in between a squeak and whimper leaving your throat as you slipped down, slowly sinking further and further until you got to the hilt.

You paused for a second, the pleasure-pain from how he stretched you to your limits making you see stars for a second. However, Grimmjow wasn't quite as patient as you. He lifted you over his dick easily, as if you were made out of paper before slamming you back down again. He repeated the motion, manoeuvring you over him faster and harder as the moments went by. He would definitely be leaving marks against your skin on your hips and upper thighs with the way he was gripping you, and when you heard his low grunts behind you, you waist was seemingly moving on its own the more you rode him.

"Fuck," he snarled behind you, You couldn't help a cheeky grin, knowing you were getting to him like he was you. "You take me so well, all nice and deep."

In different circumstances, you would have wondered how easily he could bounce you on his cock, and how much you enjoyed his manhandling you, but right now, with the tensing of his thick thighs beneath you and the twitching of his cock inside you, you wanted to ensure that he came, for you, feeling him cum undone like had you mere minutes (or was it hours?) ago.

His grip on you was nearly painful now, but it was all worth it when he thrust his hip upwards inside you, spilling everything he had as your walls squeezed him as if demanding for more, a rough gasp of your name leaving his lips. You wiggled once again on his cock, feeling particularly accomplished at his heavy breathing behind you, coming down from his high.

You gently lift yourself off of him and turning around to pull him into a hug. You kissed his damp forehead, contemplating pushing his face in your boobs, but coming to the conclusion that you probably would never leave this place if that happened.

"Now, please give me back my panties, if you don't mind. You can keep the ones I'll come with to yours next Thursday evening after dinner, but for now I'd prefer not to have your cum running down my legs as I work."

He chuckled against your skin. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

"Yes, and if you behave I might even suck your dick for good measure."

"Noted. You'll text me the time and place I'm sure."

"Definitely. Now let's get up before we're found. My employees are going to clown me for days."

Duality of art indeed.

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