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hiwofumi · 1 year

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SHEESH sheesh SHEESH sheesh SHEESH SHEESH SHEESH SHEESH SHEESH SHEESH

this was so goddamn good. gorgeous. spicy. delicious. I love kishibe and reader’s relationship and seeing vividly how it developed—you have a neat way of describing things that I really enjoyed reading! you did not miss with the buildup and their dynamic and of course, the smut 😭 I can’t begin to describe what I felt when reader was finally getting what she wanted. my thighs were clenching. and kishibe all throughout with his actions and praises—holy fUCK

I am so, so glad that we had our conversation months ago, that I introduced you to kishibe and this is the fruit that bore from it. I am so happy that I got to see this fic from when it was only at 1k words and finally at 12k here (still super insane for me tbh)! I think it’s appropriate to say congratulations!!! you did an amazing job at writing this fic and I will definitely be returning to it more often than on occasion ‹333

Seal It With a Kiss ⨳ Kishibe

“You want me to do this for you? Then tell me exactly what it is that you want.”

notes: I came up with this idea for @akiniku back in like september when i was just beginning to sniff around the csm fandom for a favorite. Dom told me all about him and i fell in love and came up with this plot and *then* I read csm lol. 6+ months later, here we are T-T thanks to @cyancherub for reading through his characterization for me and for my past and future beta readers<3 (i know some of you havent gotten the chance i was just too excited) Idon’t know if i will ever be able to put as much love into a Kishibe fic ever again so lets try to appreciate this

warnings: female reader, longer than a drabble, alcohol, virginity loss + inexperienced reader, creampie, emotional manipulation, coercion but there’s consent, age gap (like 30 years between them, fight me), trainee/mentor relationship, twisted savior complex, canonverse, piss (more about control than it is the kink)

Rules/BYF/DNI

Kishibe sighs. “That’s it for today.”

“Already?” You puff, sweat dripping down your temples, your blade lowering until the tip is pointing to the ground. “I could keep going.”

He sighs again, resisting the urge to rub the approaching headache from his temple. Kishibe will never understand the PSDH’s insistence of sending him all of their potentials. Their screening is usually decent enough to keep this type of student from beneath his weathered wings, but every now and then one will slip through. One like you. Earnest, hopeful, and far too willing to do the job. This ain’t the place for you, never will be. They set you loose on the streets and you’ll be some Devil’s next meal.

But it’s not his place to care. Not supposed to be at least. Makima won’t even tell him which Devils you have contracts with—but again, he doesn’t care.

Kishibe ignores your mumbled complaints about cutting your training short, sighing under his breath. “Gonna need’a drink after this.”

He’s unprepared for you to pop up at his side, tilting your head as you ask if you can come with him.

“Why?”

The question seems to put you off. “Isn’t it good manners to take your juniors out after a hard day?”

Kishibe huffs at your coy tone, certain you’re just after a free meal. “That’s for juniors who’ve proven they earned it.”

That seems to put you off even more. “You don’t think I’ve earned it?”

“No.” His answer is short, clipped. Dark eyes watch intently as you deflate a little, that perpetually cheerful expression drooping into something he ultimately decides is an unsettling expression on a face like yours. He doesn’t care for it, unable to decide why.

“How’s this?” He grunts, pulling a cigarette from his pack and lighting up. “I’ll give ya a week.”

“A week for what? You’re not supposed to smoke inside, you know.” A sulky tone meets Kishibe’s ears, your eyes tracking his lips and the flare of the cherry as he inhales.

He ignores the snipe. “You get close enough to me to take one of these away—” a twitch of his fingers has flaky ash fluttering to the linoleum, “—and I’ll take you out for drinks. That’s how you earn it.”

The sparkle is back in your eyes in an instant. Your sword tips back into its sheath, coming up on his left to give him a smile. “You got it, sir! You’ll never smoke again. Just watch.”

Kishibe rolls a shoulder, suppressing a groan at your chipper attitude. I’m getting too old for this shit. “We’ll see about that, sweetheart.”

He’s ignorant to the way the words make you pause, moving for the door, ready to get in his car and drive to his regular dive bar. He needs the silence of the drive before he drowns himself for the night. Well, not so much silence as the rattling heating unit, the rush of passing cars, and music so quiet one might question why it’s even on. It’s simply the beginning step of the ritual he’s come to find most comforting, or numbing, on this job.

“See you tomorrow, sir?”

“Yeah.” He doesn’t even bother glancing back as the door closes behind him.

The autumn air clears his head a little as he finally escapes the hallways of the office. A cold breeze whips at his hair, bringing old scars and memories to mind as it bites at his skin. Kishibe takes a final drag of his cigarette and lets it fall to the pavement. He doesn’t stub it out, pulling out the collar of his jacket to fight the chill as he disappears into the evening crowd.

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#it excited me then and it excited me now #UGH #so sexy #the writing and the writer alike #definitely one for the bookshelf #﹡˙ ₊ folklore ˛ ˚ ˖

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hiwofumi · 1 year

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+ cw.—› yandere!tattoo-artist!geto suguru x fem!reader, headcanon format, needles and piercings, possessive behavior, fantasies, fellati0, $mût | word count — 0.5k.

+ notes.—› yes. im in my yan love era as put by my beloved ari | redirect to blog navigation.

yandere!tattoo-artist!geto suguru who sees y/n for the first time walking into his tattoo parlor with a somber look on her face yet smiles heartily while interacting. He talks like he usually does with his other customers yet he is in awe of how she is not afraid of needles and does not even flinch when he starts doing his handiwork.

yandere!tattoo-artist!geto suguru who sees y/n again in his shop, this time in a long top, a skirt, and boots feels undeniably jealous for thinking for whom all this dress-up is for? He can not seem to shake the feeling that she might have a date later on, or maybe it is the date's influence for her to get another tattoo near the belly button. So, he does something that he should not do; so unprofessional of him.

yandere!tattoo-artist!geto suguru who frowns and turns grumpy if he sees some inks on her body other than his. So, he decides to put his signature on every tattoo on her body from now on whenever she revisits, blending it so perfectly that it is hard to see, and generally declines the customer if they do not remind him of y/n in one way or other. His Instagram is now full of her videos lately and tattoo designs that remind him of y/n.

yandere!tattoo-artist!geto suguru who draws a heart sign near his collar bone along with her name in cursive, in such a way that it blends with the design, in such a way that it catches her attention, in such a way that his liking towards her is very obvious yet so subtle about it when she asks about the tattoo.

yandere!tattoo-artist!geto suguru who tells y/n that a back-waist tattoo or a sternum tattoo will look good on her so that he could check how much is she responsive to his touches. “easy girl. easy girl. i'm not gonna hurt you.” he utters so lowly so boldly that he can see goosebumps igniting her barely clad body.

yandere!tattoo-artist!geto suguru who explains her thoroughly about the aftercare, the precautions she has to take and how: touching her midriff, massaging the oil and telling in which direction and what way . . . and when she releases a soft moan all his hard work is all paid. He is so hard that he wraps up the rest part with her as quickly as possible so that he can relieve himself of the pain, this pain of longing.

yandere!tattoo-artist!geto suguru who tells her what kind of dresses and material should she put on that reveal her body like a painting on an art exhibition with such a warm and easy-going smile that on her next session, he is blessed with the sight of his influence on him. It makes him so dizzy, so warm just seeing her in that particular outfit he merely slipped as a suggestion.

yandere!tattoo-artist!geto suguru who goes to the washroom as soon as y/n leaves jerking off at the thought of marking her all over, while pushing his cock deep inside her; touching himself at the thought of having her tattooed body underneath him, wanting to see her buck naked and only covered with his inked tattoos with his special signatures.

@tokyometronetwork

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hiwofumi · 1 year

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୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅ masterclass┊ʚ feat. aki & kishibe ⸙ wc: 4.4k ɞ

cw: FEM!reader (she/her pronouns, reader is called aki's girlfriend), threesome, kishibe is called "master", mild d/s dynamics (kishibe takes on a more dominant/guiding role, aki and reader are more submissive/yielding), implied previous aki x kishibe, implied switch!vers!aki, aki is called "kid", "boy", and "sweetheart", reader is called "baby", explicit consent, bondage, light objectification (reader is fondly referred to as a "plaything" a few times), light dumbification, creampie/cumplay, mild possessiveness, penetrative sex (reader receiving)

synopsis: you and your boyfriend, aki, are looking to try something new. who better to teach you than kishibe?

helo !! this fic was written for @yofumi as part of snow's (@suyacho) server's gift exchange! thank u to @4izawas and @thetempleofnyx for reading this over n hyping me up about it! i hope you enjoy!

“Master,” Aki says, bowing low. Kishibe raises an eyebrow, surprised. It’s been a long time since Aki has called him by that title, much less in public.

“Hayakawa. Anything you want from me?” Straight to the point.

“I have a girlfriend now, sir,” Aki says. The tips of his ears glow red. Interesting.

“Yes? Do you want me to congratulate you or something? You know we weren’t ever exclusive, boy— you’re not obligated to tell me about your partners unless you want to play again. Don’t tell me this is you asking for permission.”

“Nothing like that. Actually, I wanted to ask—” Aki hesitates, and if Kishibe hadn’t been paying attention before, he sure as hell was now. Hayakawa Aki was known for many things— his blunt, decisive leadership being one of the most prominent. Even hours of edging sometimes weren’t enough to fluster him beyond a few pathetic little whines. For him to be visibly nervous…

“Spit it out.”

“She’s a little newer to relationships, Master, and I want to be good to her. You— you always made me feel really good, so I wanted to ask…” A muscle jumps in Aki’s jaw, and he swallows audibly before continuing. “Will you help me make her feel good, too?”

Oh. Suddenly, Kishibe understands why Aki’s a little more nervous than normal.

“Before I decide, I’ve got a few questions for you.”

“Sure.” And there’s that determined set to Aki’s shoulders that Kishibe is so familiar with.

“Who is she?”

Aki gives Kishibe your name, and he blinks, once, twice. Ah, yes. He remembers you. He’s seen you around the office with your sword that looks too big for your hands and the ill-fitting uniform that makes him want to rip it all off. You’re a pretty thing with a spine of steel, and the more Kishibe thinks about it, the more he can see why you and Aki were drawn to each other.

Once, you’d accidentally bumped into him, and he’d had a front-row seat to the way you looked when you got flustered. Any aura of formidability you’d carried had melted into sweet apologies and pleading expressions in an instant, and suddenly, Kishibe had been struck by a vision of how you’d look, soft and fucked out underneath him. He'd be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about you before, in the comfort of his own room and under the cover of darkness.

“Hmm. Have you talked with her about this?”

A nod.

“And what did she say?”

Aki looks at Kishibe, then. Really looks at him. A tremor of anticipation itches up Kishibe’s spine. Aki’s gaze has always been a bit… intense— a byproduct of his past, no doubt. Even with Kishibe's long and colorful history of bloodshed and devil hunting, Aki somehow manages to unsettle him.

“She’d love to have you,” Aki finally says. “She wants you.”

It’s those three simple words, said without jealousy or bitterness, that send a slow, honey-sweet throb of arousal through Kishibe’s core.

“Then I’ll come.”

“Excellent.” Aki claps his hands, “We knew you’d say yes. Now, come on— she’s waiting for us at my place. With how long it took me to find you, I wouldn’t be surprised if she started without us.”

“Now?” Kishibe certainly wasn’t prepared for that.

“No time like the present. Would you rather wait for a devil to come and kill us both before you help me fuck my girlfriend?” Impatience mixes with earnestness. Naivete is a look that Aki wears gracefully, but there’s a hint of something darker simmering below the surface. Hunger? Desire? Either way, it’s an expression that Kishibe is intimately familiar with, and it makes his cock twitch with interest, heat warming his belly slow and sweet.

“Young people these days, always rushing.” Despite his words, Kishibe gets to his feet. His pants feel awfully tight, especially when Aki’s gaze trails over the broad span of his shoulders, the strong lines of his arms. Kishibe’s always been partial to the attention of young, pretty things, and Aki’s always been able to make him lose control easier than most. Perhaps that’s why he reaches out and releases Aki’s hair from its topknot, ruffling the strands so they frame his face prettily.

“Well, then. Lead the way, kid.”

The walk back to you and Aki’s shared apartment feels like a fever dream. Silence inhabits the space between them, but it’s comfortable, nothing like the awkward silences oft observed in the quiet halls of the Public Safety Department.

It’s only when Aki unlocks the door to your shared apartment that it starts to feel real.

“You’re sure she’s okay with this?” Kishibe stops Aki at the entrance as they’re both taking their shoes off.

“Never took you for the nervous type,” Aki responds.

“Not nervous, kid. Just makin’ sure.”

“Yes, she’s okay with this. More than okay, actually. Now come on. She’s waiting for us in the bedroom.”

Kishibe is perhaps more familiar with the layout of Aki’s apartment than he should be. The little additions to the space, though, are less familiar— the photos of you at the park down the road, smiling sunnily at the camera, the soft pink flowers on the countertop, the newly knit blanket that adorns the couch. They’re evidence of the mark you’ve had on Aki’s life, already. A part of Kishibe is glad that Aki’s found someone who loves him, who makes the hard parts of life more bearable. Another part of Kishibe mourns the day it will all end.

Because it will all end. Nobody gets to enjoy anything for very long in this industry.

“Aki?” Your voice floats through the door as Aki turns the doorknob. “Did he say yes—? Oh.”

Aki pushes the door open, and Kishibe damn near loses his breath. You’re a vision spread out over the covers, dressed in nothing but an oversized T-shirt that Kishibe vaguely remembers seeing on Aki. Immediately, Kishibe’s fingers itch with the urge to take. To ruin. Oblivious to his inner thoughts, the happiest little grin spreads over your face, like sunshine through clouds. “Hi, Kishibe.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” Kishibe says. Somehow, he keeps his voice even, but by Aki’s snicker in the background, it does nothing to hide the hungry way his gaze sweeps over you. “Heard you were lookin’ for me.”

“I was.” You hop off the bed, going to Aki and placing a gentle kiss on his cheek before approaching Kishibe. You slip into his arms, easy as anything, and his hands fall to rest on your hips. You fit perfectly. “Aki has spoken highly of you.”

“I did,” Aki confirms in the background. He’s got a towel and a set of familiar black ropes in his hands. A thrill shoots up Kishibe’s spine at the sight. “You’ve got quite the skill set.”

“Praise me again and I’ll take you first.” Kishibe warns lightheartedly, and Aki chuckles, backing off with raised hands. Satisfied, Kishibe turns his attention back to you, one calloused hand coming to tilt your chin to face him. “May I kiss you?”

“Please do,” you say breathily, hopefully.

Your lips are sweeter than he imagined, made even sweeter by your sharp intake of breath as he gently nibbles at your bottom lip. Your hands come up to cup his face, and you practically melt into his arms, letting him lick into your mouth with needy little whimpers.

New to relationships my ass, Kishibe thinks, enchanted by how right it feels to kiss you. You look like you belong in his arms, lips slick and swollen from his kisses, and it’s only made better with the heat of Aki’s gaze trailing over your intimate positioning.

“Kishibe—” you start, but he shakes his head.

“When we’re like this, call me Master.” Kishibe doesn’t plan to introduce any actual power dynamics, at least not the first time, but he can’t lie— the mere thought of having pretty things like you and Aki calling him Master makes his pants feel tight.

“I knew it was a sex thing,” Aki says, coming up behind you. His hands slip under your shirt— his shirt— and he presses a messy kiss to your neck. Kishibe is treated to the sight of your eyelashes fluttering as you succumb to Aki’s hot, wet mouth.

If Kishibe’s being honest with himself, it’s pretty evident that Aki didn’t need help. It’s evident that you’re more comfortable than was advertised. But when going along with you and Aki’s shenanigans lands him here, with a pretty girl melting in his arms, he’s not complaining.

“Quiet, boy,” Kishibe says, smacking Aki’s head lightly. He’d rather pull Aki into his arms, too, but he’s got appearances to keep up, and Aki has never minded being slapped around a bit. Masochism is, unsurprisingly, a common kink amongst members of the Public Safety Department.

“Sorry, Master,” Aki says, the picture of contriteness, and oh, he is dangerous for Kishibe’s health. The sheer contrast between Aki’s normal stoicness and his current soft demeanor has Kishibe nearly growling.

“Go prep, or something,” Kishibe says gruffly, instead of something stupid like you’re beautiful. “Are you plannin’ on using the ropes, or are they just for show today?”

“I want them,” you pipe up, a thread of needy anticipation in your voice. “That’s actually what we wanted help with, if it’s okay with you.”

Polite and charming and so, so sweet. It makes Kishibe want to fuck you until you break.

Taking his silence as a “no”, you hurriedly backtrack. “Of course, we’re just happy to have you here. I’m happy to have you here. Even if we just stayed like this, just kissing, I would be content.”

“You talk too much,” Kishibe says, and kisses you again. “I have the two of the most attractive Devil Hunters in Japan in my bed, begging me to fuck them, and you think I just want to kiss you?”

“Technically, sir, it’s not your bed, and I haven’t begged for you yet.”

“Hayakawa.”

“Just saying.”

“We haven’t even made it to bed,” you say, doubling down. “So I’m calling bullshit.”

“Give him a break, baby,” Aki says. Apparently, he’s had time to shuck off his pants in between the time he’s spent sassing Kishibe. He lays back against the veritable mountain of pillows in your bed— another new addition, Kishibe notes— gently stroking his cock. “Kishibe’s geriatric. You’ve heard how he complains about his back in the break room.”

“Oh,” your lips turn downward, and Kishibe is gripped with the sudden urge to kiss your little pout away. “I guess I didn’t ask for the right man for the job.”

You’re goading him, Kishibe knows, but he takes the bait with his eyes wide open, growling playfully and practically shoving you against the bed. You look back at him, eyes wide and pupils blown out, and he grins, pleased with how pretty you look when you’re flustered. “I’ll show you geriatric.”

“I’d prefer you showed me something other than geriatric— Kishibe—!” You giggle as he struggles out of his clothes and promptly pounces on you— bad back be damned. Aki watches on with a sort of amused arousal, grabbing the ropes and handing them to Kishibe even as he continues stroking his cock, easing it to full hardness.

It’s a quick process to get you tied up. Kishibe isn’t about to spend a lot of time on complex knots— the sweet throb of his cock aside, he’d prefer to have a real conversation before he gets into anything too hard-core. He surveys his handiwork. Black ropes crisscross your body, wrapping snugly around your chest, your tummy, your hips. It’s nothing that can truly restrict your movement— again, he’d rather have better guidelines for how you like to be tied up before trying anything too extreme— but it’s pretty nonetheless, drawing a hypnotizing pattern over your skin.

The ropes tighten around you, and Kishibe watches your gaze go soft and liquid as he moves you this way and that. Throughout the process, Aki had murmured soft encouragement to you and Kishibe both— quiet little so pretty, baby’s and she likes when you touch her like that’s— that made you even more pliable and soft under Kishibe’s touch. The final product is stunning— a pretty thing gift-wrapped for their perusal.

Beautiful, Kishibe thinks, nearly dizzy with arousal. You’d submitted to his touches so easily, so perfectly. Aki scoots closer, nuzzles against your neck, and something dark and dangerous purrs in Kishibe’s chest at the way your eyes flutter back.

“Good, baby?”

“'s so sensitive, like all my nerves are lit up” your voice cracks, eyes going hazy as Kishibe spreads your legs. “Didn’t know it would be like this. ‘S so… so good already.”

“I’m glad,” Kishibe says, soft and strangely genuine. He clears his throat. “Will you let us make you feel even better?”

“Mhm,” you nod, a small smile pulling at your lips. “Wanna feel good.”

“How do you want to do this, Hayakawa?” Kishibe’s eyes never leave you, even when he’s speaking to Aki. Aki can’t blame him, though— he hasn’t been able to look away since Kishibe started tying you up.

“Wrong name, Master.”

“Menace. How do you want to do this, boy?” It’s still not what Aki prefers to be called, but he accepts it with a huff.

“I want you to cum in her,” Aki says, “and then I want to fuck her after you get her all messy.”

“Demanding.” Kishibe grumbles, but there’s no bite to it. “Well, get over here, then. Watch me prep her.”

Aki scrambles to Kishibe, eyes tracing a worshipful path down the ropes that criss-cross your body. Kishibe wastes no time in spreading your thighs, revealing your drooling pussy. He gently caresses your slit, marveling at how wet you are already.

“Both of you are so needy. How have you managed without me?” Kishibe means it to be teasing, but he doesn’t miss the way Aki’s cheeks suddenly flush pink.

“We mostly fuck ourselves stupid, Master.” To both of the men’s surprise, it’s you who speaks, voice soft and hazy around the edges. “We… we always feel so good with each other, ‘nd it’s hard for us to control ourselves, so— so—”

You whine at the mere memory of Aki’s pleasure-dumb expression. Distantly, you hear Aki’s breath catch, and you know he’s thinking of the same thing. Aki is a skilled lover, but as the two of you became accustomed to each other, the pleasure he wrung from your body became more and more addictive, and your self-control dwindled with every orgasm.

“So you called me in for a bit of discipline,” Kishibe finishes. His voice is carefully steady, and his stone-cold demeanor is betrayed only by the slight tremble in his hands as he slowly presses a single, thick finger inside of you.

“Y-Yeah,” the word breaks on a moan, and your eyes roll back as he gently stretches you. You’re more prepared than he expected. Soft noises spill from your lips as he inserts another finger, scissoring them gently, and he barely holds back a groan as you open beautifully for him.

Clever fingers wrap around Kishibe’s cock, and his fingers stutter in their methodical rhythm as he feels Aki’s familiar weight at his back. “Hayakawa.”

“Yes, Master?” Aki asks, like he’s not doing his absolute best to rile Kishibe up. Aki’s thumb rubs gently over Kishibe’s slit, digging into the sensitive spot ever so slightly, and Kishibe can’t hold back his noises this time. A deep, guttural growl scrapes from his chest as Aki strokes him just the way he likes.

“Fuck— fuck— no, no, not yet—” Pleasure wells up in Kishibe’s gut, too hot and too fast, and a frission of desperation shoots through his gut. His fingers still inside of you, and his free hand comes up to tangle in Aki’s hair, yanking Aki off balance. “Behave, boy.”

“I am behaving. I’m making you feel good, aren’t I? It’s not my fault if you’re so pent up that you cum from just a handjob.” Despite his words, Aki backs off, opting instead to run his hands over the solid muscle of Kishibe’s chest and abs. Even those light, fluttering touches are enough to make Kishibe’s eyes flutter— not that he would admit it.

“Quiet.” Kishibe swats at Aki’s hands halfheartedly before turning his attention back to you. You’re loose and relaxed, not a hint of tension in your body as you look up at Kishibe and Aki with worshipful fondness. The sheer adoration of your gaze makes Kishibe’s cock pulse, and he gives your innermost walls a last, loving stroke before pulling his fingers out. Your slick clings to his fingers, sticky and wet, connecting you to him even after he’s fully unsheathed.

“Will you fuck me now?” The cutest, dazed little smile pulls at the edges of your lips, and Kishibe finds himself terribly endeared even as his cock grows impossibly harder. Fuck. You and Aki will truly be the death of him.

“Are you ready for it, baby?” Softness bleeds into Kishibe’s tone, unbidden, as he lines the blunt head of his cock up with your pussy. He expects some sort of bratty, witty response, but what he gets instead is the sweetest little nod and wriggle in your ropes.

“Mhm, ‘m ready,” your breath hitches ever so slightly at the feeling of his tip nudging at your entrance. “Please, please, I’m ready, I need you deeper—”

Kishibe enters you in a long, slow slide, letting you feel every inch of his throbbing cock as he splits you open. He watches, eyes hungry, as your mouth goes slack, your eyes roll back into your head. It must be overwhelming, Kishibe thinks. Aki’s cock is nothing to scoff at, but compared to Kishibe… well, he’s just impressed that you managed to take him all on the first try.

“So— so deep,” your chest rises and falls rapidly as you try and fail to regain some semblance of control. Tension shivers along your frame, fighting a losing battle against the bliss that threatens to overtake you. You visibly struggle for a long few moments, eyes locked on his, and then— and then—

Kishibe will never get tired of this sight. There’s something uniquely arousing about watching his partner succumb to him and the pleasure he gives them. He watches as your eyes cross, ever so slightly, and you visibly struggle to focus your gaze. Then, like the first thaw in the spring, your body trembles, shudders, and finally gives in. Every bit of resistance drains from your body, and you let out soft, blissful little noises as you practically melt underneath him.

“Feels good, yeah?” Kishibe grinds into you, slow and dirty, and luxuriates in the way you tremble and moan. Your lips part, jaw hanging slack. Every attempt you make to speak is thwarted by the all-consuming stretch of his cock and the pleasure it brings.

Behind him, Aki is a shivery mess, cock hard at the small of Kishibe’s back.

“You’re thinkin’ about me too, huh, sweetheart?” The question is aimed at Aki, but you both moan at the way the words fall off Kishibe’s tongue, drawling and dripping with obvious pleasure. “Such a dirty boy… I’ve got your girlfriend stuffed to the brim and all you can think about is if I’ll do you next.”

You whine at the sudden mental image of your boyfriend in your position. It’s overwhelming, especially as Kishibe slowly begins to rock his hips. With every thrust, he melts away a little more of your ability to think rationally, but you love it, indulging in the feeling of being so thoroughly fucked. His cock drags against your walls, carving a space for him inside of you, and you both groan as his tip nuzzles so lovingly against your sweet spot.

A truly pathetic little whine keens from your lips. Suddenly, everything is too much and not enough all at once. You need more— more of his cock, more of his rough hands all over you, more of his deep, rumbling noises.

“I know, baby,” Kishibe says, dragging a soothing hand over your flank even as he rocks his hips, grinding so deliciously against your sensitive walls and making your entire body light up with unadulterated ecstasy. “You’re almost there. I’ll take good care of you.”

It’s with those filthy promises ringing in your ears that you finally, finally tip over the edge. The wave of bliss washes through you, rendering your mind blank for a few glorious seconds where all that exists is pleasure. Kishibe, ever the gentleman, fucks you through it, letting your pussy fully milk his cock as you shake through your high.

When you come back to yourself, Kishibe is blanketing your body with his own, humping and rutting against you with single-minded determination, and you nearly cum again from the grunts and growls that escape from his heaving chest.

“‘m gonna cum,” he mutters. “Gonna fill you up, baby, gonna make you mine while your little boyfriend watches—”

Kishibe’s cock throbs once, twice, and then a glorious, wondrous heat fills you as he shoots spurt after spurt of thick, creamy seed deep inside. It’s sloppy and messy and so, so good. You clench down deliberately, hoping to coax even more cum from him, which draws a breathless laugh from Kishibe.

“Greedy little thing,” Kishibe grins at you, beautiful in the twilight of his pleasure, and you grin back.

“Yes, Master.”

“You’re lucky that I’m greedy, too.” Kishibe’s soft cock slips out of you. His cum begins to leak from your pussy, much to your dismay. You let out a tiny, distressed sound, and Kishibe immediately coos at you. “Aw, don’t worry. Aki will fuck it all back into you soon enough. Isn’t that right, sweetheart? Gonna help me keep my new plaything nice and full?

“If she’s yours, then I’m yours too,” Aki says, latching onto Kishibe’s possessiveness quickly. You’re sure he doesn’t intend for it to sound so petulant, but his badly hidden pout only adds to the effect.

Kishibe smiles as he helps you undo the intricate ropes that bind you, freeing your limbs and allowing you to move. He soothes the mild rope burn with soft kisses before turning to your boyfriend.

“Hmm? Is someone jealous?”

“No, I…” Kishibe tugs Aki closer. “I just wanted you to know. I’m yours, too.”

“Good boy,” Kishibe grins, patting Aki’s head in the way he knows Aki hates before pulling him into a slow, sloppy kiss. It speaks volumes that Aki kisses back eagerly before letting Kishibe push him into the veritable mountain of pillows.

“You’ve been so patient... Let me and our pretty baby take care of you now.” Gone are the days when Kishibe could have seemingly endless orgasms, but his cock still gives a valiant twitch as you straddle Aki’s lap. Your thighs tremble as more and more of his cum drips out of you and coats Aki’s cock.

You look at Kishibe, wordlessly asking for permission, and he nods. “Go ahead, baby.”

Even with how thoroughly Kishibe had stretched you before, Aki still feels so good as you sink down onto him. Once you’re fully seated, two pairs of hands settle on the curve of your hips. Aki’s Adam’s apple bobs as Kishibe’s rough hands cover his.

“I can feel your cum in her, Master.” Aki’s voice is thready, weak. His hips jerk up, once, twice, and his chest heaves with the effort of retaining some semblance of self-control. “‘s messy.”

“I know you, boy.” Kishibe grins, a sharp, mean thing. “You like when it’s messy.”

With Kishibe’s help, you begin to ride Aki, gasping with every mind-melting downstroke. Warmth diffuses through your chest. You throw your head back, a desperate keen ripping from your lips as you drown in pleasure.

To your credit, Aki isn’t doing much better. His jaw hangs slack, tears clumping his lashes together as he struggles to keep his eyes open and his gaze on you. Pleasure blurs his vision, blinds him, and a strangled noise escapes him as he humps up into you.

“Master,” he whines. “Master, she feels so good.”

“I know, sweetheart. Wouldn’t it feel even better, though, to cum?” Kishibe forces your hips down, sheathing Aki balls-deep inside of you, and Aki sobs. “Her pussy is so needy. Don’t you want to fill her up even more?”

For one, glorious moment, Aki’s entire body goes tense, the long lines of his muscles flexing under you and Kishibe’s greedy stares, and he lets out a broken little noise as his cock throbs inside of you. You’re treated to the sight of your boyfriend tumbling helplessly over the edge, further evident in the sudden, delicious heat that warms you from the inside out.

Time flows slowly, warm and golden like honey, as you all catch your breaths. In the aftermath, cum leaks from your well-fucked pussy and coats Aki’s softening cock. The air smells of musk and sweat and sex. With Aki’s arms around you and Kishibe at your back, you feel… safe. Treasured. Loved.

“Good?” Kishibe is the first to break the silence. Calloused hands rub soothing strokes up and down your sides, and Aki rolls you both over, letting you nuzzle your nose against his neck. Already, you can feel the cum drying between your thighs, but the reminder of Kishibe and Aki’s pleasure is too good to not enjoy it for just a while longer.

“So good,” you say, reaching behind you to pull Kishibe into you and Aki’s cuddle pile. Kishibe grumbles something about cleaning up under his breath, but he indulges you, plastering himself against your back.

“Mhm,” Aki hums a happy little affirmative, placing a sleepy kiss on your forehead. “We should do this again sometime.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed.” For some reason, the statement makes Kishibe feel vulnerable. It’s an unfamiliar feeling, but he wouldn’t mind feeling it again with you two. “We should really clean up soon, though. I know dried cum doesn’t have the most enjoyable texture.”

“Cuddles first,” you insist, and oh, the way you pout at Kishibe is dangerous for his heart. Aki, for all his stamina when fighting devils, is already dozing lightly. His eyes are closed and his expression peaceful as he subconsciously presses himself closer to you.

“Fine, you brat,” Kishibe says. “Cuddles first.”

You fall asleep in a tangle of limbs, content.

— taglist: @tokyometronetwork

#OKAY #I’VE TAKEN AGES TO COME BACK TO THIS #AND I DESERVE THE WORST KIND OF SPANKING #but I hope it’s not too late to say I enjoyed this on a spiritual level‼️#not to be dramatic but I love them to death #they made the deal at a comically quick pace #typical impatient and earnest aki 😭#he gave attitude ALL THE WAY #my god #I love how we match his energy #lmao poor kishibe but hey he’s getting some #not to mention when he pulls aki’s hair tie off❗#and he sees our picture with aki on the way to the bedroom and his feelings bleed into the narration #those moments . really tugged at my strings #I adore how this was written!#there’s so much personality #and it is just [chef’s kiss] sexy #I cannot forget to mention the bondage :’) thank you for paying attention to what I like #overall #this was beautiful #and hot #and funny #and I feel I do not deserve this because I took so long to show my appreciation ಠ⁠‿⁠ಠ #but truly #I’m grateful for your commitment in writing this lovely fic for me #and your writing is unforgettable #because of this piece I will spend the rest of my days thinking that aki kishibe and I are made for each other #I ate this piece like it was strawberry shortcake #and I love strawberry shortcake #thank you so so so so so so much ♡♡♡♡♡♡

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off my chest

gojo satoru x fem. reader

wc: 1.4k

warnings: best friends to lovers, mutual pining, lots of l bombs, unprotected sex, creampie, just loving soft sex, alcohol, so kinda slight dubcon since reader and satoru were drinking

synopsis: a typical Valentine’s Day tradition turns into a night you’ll never forget

a/n: this is for dom @yofumi for snow’s @suyacho server valentines gift exchange! happy valentine’s day dom, i hope you have a wonderful day and most of all, i hope you enjoy this

You and Satoru have known each other for years and throughout the years, you two have developed a little tradition.

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#THANK YOU FOR THIS GIFT!!!#I could really go for some pizza with gojo right now #and alcohol #and movies #and let’s be real:#seggs #thank you for heeding my liking for certain tropes 🥺#tmi but that position ... is also my favorite #this was so cute #we kiss and hold each other just right #and I just know I’d melt if I caught him staring at me #we will continue this tradition for sure #but now it’s romantic #just the way we want it >:)#again: thank you so much!!! ♡♡♡

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thank you for the tag! you and knives are the perfect pair 🫶

Yoshida and I had school on Valentine’s Day, unfortunately. I broke the dress code (as per usual), but he likes it when I do that. We walked downtown and stopped by a store that sells stuff for cheaps. I got liquid eyeliner that I have yet to know how to use, and we bought hair clips that we put on each other ’cause we thought we’d look cute, and our fringes were overgrown. He says my style’s changing, but he hopes my heart and mind won’t. I tell him they never will.

tagging @blueparadis and @poisonlacedtears. no pressure!

How about a selfship picrew for Valentine's Day?

Levi and I went for a walk on the beach and i asked him for a picture together! Look at him all embarrassed 😳

Tagging: @the-milk-anon @levmada @levisbrat25 @postwarlevi @darlingheichou @jayteacups @belovedackerman @youre-ackermine @mootheskinnycowsblog and anyone else who's interested!

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AKI

A Pretty Kind of Dirty Face 18+

A soft, smutty drabble.

KISHIBE

Love It if We Made It

You confess to him one day, then spend the rest of them with him.

YOSHIDA

Some Killer Queen You Are 18+

You and Yoshida hit the road, headed toward a night you’ll never forget.

#chainsaw man masterlist

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hiwofumi · 1 year

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gay boy

#he does

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hiwofumi · 1 year

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PHEW

Handsome octo guy! Excited to see him in the anime eventually ^^

#thank you for tagging moi!!!#he’s gorgeous <333

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hiwofumi · 1 year

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𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗥𝗘

You and Yoshida hit the road, headed toward a night you’ll never forget.

contains fem reader and hirofumi yoshida in an established relationship, fluff, smut, smoker reader, road trip, motel room, pool sex, and loss of virginity. 3,626 words. inspired by bleachers’ song, rollercoaster. here is an entire playlist.

hellooo, it’s been a while! this is my dreadfully late gift to @blueparadis for snow’s gift exchange. I decided to align it with valentine’s day as a nice treat, but it’s actually long overdue from the holidays (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠) bella, thank you for being so, so patient with me, and happy valentine’s day, baby! and thank you to dear violet for beta reading this fic! 🖤

𝟭 ︱ 𝖶𝖤’𝖫𝖫 𝖡𝖤 𝖫𝖮𝖮𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖥𝖮𝖱 𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳, 𝖮𝖱 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳𝖲

He’s overdosed with burning rubber, shifting cities, and a fine lady in his passenger seat.

Digits of varying uses illuminate the dashboard, the clock reading a little past twenty-two. Rush hour has long passed, and apart from the occasional truck or blinding headlights on the opposite side of the road, the expressway is desolate.

You’ve quieted too—Yoshida glances to see if you’ve fallen asleep. But you’re watching another worn out city pass from your open window, your hair restless in the wind.

He was the one who received a call from Public Safety that morning. Briefed on a feral devil playing havoc with the peace of a rural town, he reached frantically for the nearest pen and paper napkin and jotted away. The final question: “Are you willing to take the job?” And he responded, “I’ll let you know once I’ve talked to my buddy.”

(Private devil hunters didn’t have buddies. But youthful rebellion defied most things.)

“That’s sudden,” you said matter-of-factly on the other line, static singing in the background.

“It is,” he replied, eyeing the paper napkin scribbles in his hand as he held the phone. “We won’t be alone though—devil hunters from Public Safety will be coming too.”

“That serious, huh?” you leaned against the wall where your phone was attached. “Will we be driving there ourselves?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “It’s a twelve-hour drive. What do you think?”

“Half a day,” you said, tipping your head back in contemplation. “Have you ever driven that long?”

“Not at all,” he said. “And I don’t think Tako could take it. If we’re going, we’ll have to make a stopover at some point.”

He named his car Tako. Compact, secondhand, and certainly not up with the times—but Tako was “beautifully flawed, just like you,” in his exact words, and you grimaced with every reminder. You’d accepted your fate of third-wheeling him and his car, but jealousy lingered.

You emphasized your eye roll while he couldn’t see you. He seemed to care more about Tako’s well-being than his own.

“Hmm . . . did you say they needed us there tomorrow?” you said, preserving a casual tone to keep him oblivious.

“I did,” he took the bait.

“All right . . . if we take this job, we can leave this afternoon, then check in somewhere later at night.”

“Sounds good to me. We’ll continue our trip in the morning and arrive there by noon.”

“So it’s settled,” you affirmed. “We’re taking the job.”

“We are,” somehow, you could sense his smile growing on the other end. “What time do I pick you up?”

“Maybe at . . .” you glanced at the wall clock hanging above your fridge, “four.”

When he arrived at your block, you were standing on the pavement, clutching the strap of your duffel bag from your shoulder. You tossed your bag into the backseat and rode shotgun, chirping, “You ready, Hiro?”

Early into the ride, the fresh breeze rolled into your lungs, ejecting the smoke you’d put in them beforehand. The wind weaved with your hair, and the sun glimmered against your skin while it set. Amidst a red light, you faced him and asked, “What were you doing before you got the call?”

He was leaning against the steering wheel, watching the countdown before he looked at you. He smiled and answered, “I was thinking about you.”

Out of reflex, you chuckled airily and faced the other way. “Weirdo.”

The light flickered green as he yelped, “Ouch!”

When the sun sank, cars poured in. Entire roads were eager to go home while you were just leaving yours. You sat in traffic as your stomach gurgled, marking the first stage of your regret for the spontaneity of your travel.

“Got any food in here?” you asked, facing Yoshida’s direction for the umpteenth time after staring out into the dreadful sea of vehicles enveloping Tako.

“None,” he answered curtly. His right hand was holding the steering wheel—or rather, gripping it. He rubbed his mouth, now dropped to a frown instead of its bright state, before resting his arm on the window.

You sighed and faced your window again, your fist pressing your cheek. “I should’ve prepared some before we left.”

Yoshida responded with silence. He never relied on words when he was displeased, trusting the quiet to speak for him. Time continued to pass, but the traffic did not.

“I’m thirsty. Do you have any water?” you asked again later.

“I don’t,”

“Ugh,” you threw your head against the headrest. “When will this end?”

“I’m upset too,” he said calmly. “I gotta pee.”

“What if you peed outside?”

“And got myself arrested?”

You scanned the small space for something useful, finding an empty soda bottle in the pocket of your car door. “What about in this bottle?”

Yoshida scowled as you held it up to him. “Baby, please.”

Your body was in a state of drought and famine; nothing to come out of your mouth would be of any help.

Tako wriggled free of congestion thirty minutes after your exchange. Yoshida stepped on the gas pedal harder than usual, and you failed to resist screaming out of your window, “Finally!”

He parked at the first fast-food restaurant in sight. As you unbuckled your seatbelt, he turned the car off, yanked the key out, and hurried to leave. “Wait, what’s your—”

“I’ll have a burger,” he said before he slammed the door and bolted to the establishment where his savior awaited—the bathroom.

You ordered large burgers, fries, and orange juice in pairs. You moaned as soon as the flavor set in your mouth, barely chewing before you swallowed your first bite. He ate slowly in the driver’s seat, watching you with amusement. You devoted your attention to your meal and your meal only, but you fed him fries every so often.

“I’m packing us food next time,” you said before taking another mouthful of your sandwich.

“I’m using the bathroom before I hit the road,” he answered with full cheeks, licking the mayo off his fingers.

You continued your journey content and relieved at last. The night was getting quiet, but with your tanks refueled, it was your time to disrupt the peace.

The last set of songs on the radio station were ones you and Yoshida knew. Yoshida’s palms banged the steering wheel to the beat, and you tapped on your door from the outside as your arm hung from the window. You replaced lyrics you didn’t know with gibberish that made him giggle. You screamed the ones you knew together, pointing fingers at each other whenever the word “you” appeared within the lines. You sang your voice and heart out, and finally, you ran out of breath.

You panted with laughter as the radio announcer bid goodnight. And then you fell into silence, the kind that reassured you were both fulfilled.

A cigarette burns from your hand now. It’s been six hours since you departed, and it would take six more to arrive at your destination.

Yoshida reaches for your thigh and gently squeezes. “Should we call it a night?”

In his momentary glance at you, he spots hypnosis in your eyes, likely from watching the world go by through your window. “Yeah,” you say. “Let’s get some rest.”

Relief hits your numb butt once you step out of the car and into the open parking lot of a standard motel. The night is crisp and silent as you and Yoshida carry your bags separately and amble toward your temporary abode.

𝟮 ︱ 𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖳𝖠𝖫 𝖡𝖮𝖣𝖸; 𝖳𝖤𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖱 𝖲𝖮𝖴𝖫𝖲

You request a room with two beds only to learn after that it was futile.

The room leans on vintage wallpaper, clean white sheets, and warm light from the wall lamp between your beds. It’s as out of style as it could be, but it’ll do for the night.

Yoshida uses the bathroom after letting you go first. He comes out likening your current appearance: in fresh sleepwear and a small towel dabbing his wet face, his hand pushing his long fringe up.

You’ve cleared your bed of your things to sit on the edge and face his. He mirrors you, bouncing on the mattress when he plops down and opens his arms to you in invitation. You lurch forward willingly, and his arms lock over the small of your back. It occurs to you that your separate bed would be useless for the night.

With the lights off, you lie together. It’s as if any space where you don’t share one breath and heartbeat is senseless.

The outdoor light seeps through the curtains of your window, allowing the wall clock in front of your bed to reflect its numbers. It’s past midnight. His fingers thread through your hair. You shift your head closer to his chest, pushing your ear to hear the life inside, speaking in calm, steady tones.

You play with his hand, pressing your palms together, studying the lines etched and tracing them with a gentle finger. It tickles him, the faintest sensation left in the wake of your touch, and he indulges.

“Aren’t you sleepy?” you speak against the creases of his shirt, cheek pressed to the fabric.

“It wore off.” His arm folds under his head as he eyes the ceiling. “What about you?”

He seems to hold you tighter, lightly bracing your shoulders. His staying awake means you won’t be listening to his soft snores, or staring at his ajar mouth with quiet adoration.

“I dunno,” your arm rests across his stomach. “I’m never sleepy when we’re out of town.”

For a moment, he’s soundless, only the mild strokes of his palm up and down your shoulder. “That pool outside . . .”

He pointed it out earlier when you passed it on your way to the room. It was cyan in all its stillness, illuminating in the dark. You know what he’s hinting at.

“Won’t we get in trouble?” you ask, looking up to see his face, only to find his eyes veiled by an overgrown fringe.

But through the dark strands, you find mischief glinting back at you. And it tugs the ends of his mouth up as he entices, “Aren’t we used to that?”

𝟯 ︱ 𝖨 𝖥𝖤𝖤𝖫 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖤𝖭𝖤𝖱𝖦𝖸 𝖱𝖴𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖳𝖧𝖱𝖮𝖴𝖦𝖧 𝖬𝖤

Only as you stand a few inches away from the pool do you remember that you’re on official business—not a vacation.

You didn’t pack any swimwear. So instead of taking a dip, you and Yoshida stand awkwardly hand-in-hand in your pajamas, wary faces reflecting in the water when you lean forward with caution.

“Do we just . . .” he starts, but never finishes. You glance at him, thinking how ironic it is that he’s apprehensive now when he had gotten the idea moments ago.

But you’d already taken the steps to arrive at this point. You got out of bed, stepped out into the studded, cool night, and strutted on the concrete leading to the pool. Why turn back now?

You drop his hand, failing to notice the confused look he gives you before you pull your shirt out of your head. You look at him once the shirt meets the ground; framed by his dark strands are two astounded eyes. You grin devilishly at him, thumbs sliding beneath the garter of your pajama pants.

Yoshida’s mouth hangs open at your overt choice of stripping. His eyes skim your back as you stray toward the pool, taking in the shade of your skin, the hook that keeps your bra in place, and the fabric that bends to the shape of your hips going downward. He flushes, urgently looking away.

“Hey,” you glance at him again, your feet submerged as you descend the steps of the pool, and lilt playfully, “Don’t back out now.”

Tiny smooth stones press against the soles of your feet. He shuts his near-dry mouth, then swallows. Your uncovered state is nothing he’d quite seen until this point. But it would be foolish to spend the rest of the night gawking in a moment dedicated to you and him.

The uncanny warmth of his body radiates as he peels his clothes off, t-shirt and sweatpants meeting your pajamas on the ground. He follows into the pool in a pair of loose boxer shorts.

Icy water engulfs your shoulders down. You shudder, wrapping your arms around yourself. “It’s fucking cold,”

Yoshida catches up with you soon, his arms sliding around your waist from behind. “Will this do?” he asks, holding you to his chest. His skin is damp but warm, and your head slots perfectly under his chin.

“That’s perfect, Hiro.” You tell him softly, settling into his frame. Your hands rest on his folded arms; your heels press against his feet. In that cozy stance, he proceeds to waddle.

You giggle as you sway together, the water sloshing. Soon, you break free of his grasp to splash him, and his arms cross over his face to defend himself before retaliating with bigger splashes. You chase after each other in the pool, noisy spurts from flailing arms on opposite ends. You don’t surrender until water enters your nose and mouth.

As you cough relentlessly, he approaches with wry laughter and asks, “Are you okay?”

He wishes he’d stayed far when you answer with the biggest splash of water shoved into his face. He backs away with his face in his hands, the ugly taste of pool water in his mouth, and the painful feeling of it in his nose. He coughs it out, just like you, but mixed with a sense of betrayal that soon translates into more eager playfulness.

He turns to you again and scoops you into his arms with a wide grin. “Should’ve seen that one coming,” he says as you giggle and try to wriggle free of his grasp, but to no avail. You give up and let him lift your feet off the pool floor, your arms wrapping around his neck.

His hair is soaked and flopping over his eyes, making it hard to see the affection held for you under it. You smooth it back with a gentle hand so you can admire him.

You often craved a clear view of his face—his hair usually concealed half of it. You wanted to see him, and you wanted to be seen by him. It had become a habit to push his hair back whenever you felt like it, and he’d always thought you never noticed how his heart fluttered over it.

But you always have. You feel it when your hand moves from the back of his head to the peak of his neck, where his drumming pulse resides. You see it in the expansion of his dark pupils while his glimmering gaze fixes on you.

His forehead is exposed, droplets dappling his cheeks from your childish frolic. His breath warms your face as you inch toward his lips. He welcomes your kiss with a knowing tilt of his head, a parted soft mouth, and a light squeeze of his arms around your body.

Yoshida numbs you from the rest of the world by filling all your senses, starting with the small noises of his moving kiss, progressing to the nudge of your back against tile and stone. A gasp enters his mouth after the impact, and he swallows willingly.

His warm lips brush your cheek, sliding down your jaw and lowering to your neck. He opens his lips to the curve that links your shoulder, hard teeth grazing your skin. It’s new, and it’s admittedly scary, but you tilt your head in flowering welcome.

“Is this all right, Hiro?” you ask softly, lacking breath. He leans back, leaving your skin cold to meet your shy gaze.

“If you’re not sure, we can stop.” His words reassure with sweet undertones. You realize from his calm that he’ll accept any direction this goes.

You’re in a pool of heat now. Your breath has strayed from its usual pattern, and you take pleasure in his keen grip. You’re passionately aware that under your skin is a beat attuned to his doing, his intimate intentions. You know it’s under his skin, too. With him infecting your every nerve and vein, you come to a decision.

“I want this,” you whisper, hand gliding over the back of his head. “Do you?”

Yoshida’s gaze glimmers with intent, struck by a wave of certainty. “I want you more than anything.”

You find confidence in confirming. You reach for the lock of your bra and unhook it, paying rapt attention to the growth of his eyes as they set on your naked chest. You toss the piece behind you to the elevated floor.

Flushed but resolute, he reaches forward and cups your breasts, cutting your breath midway. He massages the plush with firm but gentle hands, and a slow current of ecstasy cascades through your clenched body. He leans past your neck to take your nipple between his lips. Your mouth slacks in pleasure, echoing a shocked whine as you tip your head back.

His tongue’s motions jolt and relieve you at once, your chest lifting and falling against his face with urgency. Underwater, your pelvis aligns with his crotch. You press further into each other naturally, two sensitive parts rubbing in heated motions.

Yoshida’s eyes flutter up at you before he pulls back, the taste of your skin lingering on his tongue. He leans toward your ear and whispers, “You drive me insane,”

His fingers slide into your panties, and your back arches when he begins to stroke in the raw. A warmth scatters to your stomach, rising to your chest.

He leans back to heed the pleasured twist of your face. He drinks the pinch of your features, the rapid tumbles of your sounds. Livened, his two fingers ease into you carefully, but the pain of it only helps your cries.

“Should I stop?” his voice carries concern from the strain of your fingers digging into his back. Truthfully, he doesn’t want to. And you know this—you can tell from how his fingers continue to nudge their way in, stretching you further. You don’t want to, either.

“No,” you gasp out, indulging in his motions, “Don’t stop.”

He’s delighted, and it translates to the intensity of his fingers’ thrusts, so long and slender. His lips brush over your ear. “You take it so perfectly,”

As graceful as you are in absorbing the bliss of his advances, you still want more. “I want you, Hiro. I want to feel you.”

He’s been hard, clenching tight. A fever that burns even in water, spreading beneath his flushed skin. He tugs his boxers down, holding his length to your cunt after pushing your panties aside. He takes the need that’s been weighing on his stomach, and he slides himself in with a smooth stroke.

“Fuck,” he moans breathlessly, throbbing against the squeeze. “Oh, fuck. You feel so good.”

You clutch his back desperately, fingers digging into shoulder blades. “Hirofumi,” you shiver, cunt clenching around his girth. He rocks his hips in a steady rhythm that melts you from the inside and renders him weak.

He leans toward you as you wind each other tightly, his head dipping into the bend of your neck, scraping your skin with his teeth. You sense your blood concentrating on the chafed spot under his lips. His pace picks up, and your fist curls in his hair.

He lifts his head to admire you again. Your vision is in motion blur, coming from a light head that hasn’t gotten sleep, but your narrow gaze keeps the sight of him intact. Your fingers skim his parted mouth, brushing over the mole underneath it. Your rushed breaths fog the gap between your faces, but you look past this, leaning in for a sloppy kiss.

You take his taste into your mouth and lose yourself in the seconds, the rough scrub of your skin against the wall, and the mind-melting pure ecstasy. Your lips no longer push with his own, parting entirely to moan. “Ah,”

Your head falls back, reaching for the sight of twinkling stars. Right below, your body jerks with the repeated motions of his hips, and your cunt constricts around his length, urging him.

“Fuck,” he pulses on as you squeeze him, beating furiously amidst rapid movement until you loosen and he reaches his high. With a swift tug, white blends with the water of the pool.

The high subsides with heaving chests and hot faces. He lets your feet meet the floor slowly, running his palms up to your hips afterward. Your arms loosen around his nape but remain entwined, and you lean in to kiss warmly.

“Are you all right?” he asks gingerly, hazy eyes setting on you. He rubs your hips, squeezing with care.

“Yeah,” you breathe out. Tired, sore, but utterly content and comforted. “I’m perfect. What about you?”

“You are perfect,” he grins, barely apart from your face, making your chest bubble. “Geez. You’re too pretty.”

“Stop,” you giggle, hitting his back lightly. “Just answer my question.”

His smile softens, and his answer is earnest. “I feel great, honestly.”

“Yeah?” you ask, drawn by his gleeful demeanor.

“Yeah.” He answers, affection carved into his lingering gaze. “I’m in love.”

You laugh lightheartedly. “So am I. Deeply.”

Satisfaction blossoms in his chest, his smile bending toward a playful smirk. “Way into it?”

You nod, instantly giving yourself away. “Way into it. I think you’re perfect for me, Hiro.”

“Of course I am,” he leans in, bumping his forehead into yours. “No one else can have you but me.”

With a smile seemingly permanent, you kiss his lips. “There’s no one else I need.”

Your head rests on his shoulder as he carries you back to the room with reverent adoration. After a brief and shared shower, you dry yourselves, lie together, and fall asleep.

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୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅ masterclass┊ʚ feat. aki & kishibe ⸙ wc: 4.4k ɞ

synopsis: you and your boyfriend, aki, are looking to try something new. who better to teach you than kishibe?

helo !! this fic was written for @yofumi as part of snow's (@suyacho) server's gift exchange! thank u to @4izawas and @thetempleofnyx for reading this over n hyping me up about it! i hope you enjoy!

“Master,” Aki says, bowing low. Kishibe raises an eyebrow, surprised. It’s been a long time since Aki has called him by that title, much less in public.

“Hayakawa. Anything you want from me?” Straight to the point.

“I have a girlfriend now, sir,” Aki says. The tips of his ears glow red. Interesting.

“Spit it out.”

Oh. Suddenly, Kishibe understands why Aki’s a little more nervous than normal.

“Before I decide, I’ve got a few questions for you.”

“Sure.” And there’s that determined set to Aki’s shoulders that Kishibe is so familiar with.

“Who is she?”

“Hmm. Have you talked with her about this?”

A nod.

“And what did she say?”

“She’d love to have you,” Aki finally says. “She wants you.”

It’s those three simple words, said without jealousy or bitterness, that send a slow, honey-sweet throb of arousal through Kishibe’s core.

“Then I’ll come.”

“Now?” Kishibe certainly wasn’t prepared for that.

“Well, then. Lead the way, kid.”

It’s only when Aki unlocks the door to your shared apartment that it starts to feel real.

“You’re sure she’s okay with this?” Kishibe stops Aki at the entrance as they’re both taking their shoes off.

“Never took you for the nervous type,” Aki responds.

“Not nervous, kid. Just makin’ sure.”

“Yes, she’s okay with this. More than okay, actually. Now come on. She’s waiting for us in the bedroom.”

Because it will all end. Nobody gets to enjoy anything for very long in this industry.

“Aki?” Your voice floats through the door as Aki turns the doorknob. “Did he say yes—? Oh.”

“Please do,” you say breathily, hopefully.

“Kishibe—” you start, but he shakes his head.

“Go prep, or something,” Kishibe says gruffly, instead of something stupid like you’re beautiful. “Are you plannin’ on using the ropes, or are they just for show today?”

“I want them,” you pipe up, a thread of needy anticipation in your voice. “That’s actually what we wanted help with, if it’s okay with you.”

Polite and charming and so, so sweet. It makes Kishibe want to fuck you until you break.

“Technically, sir, it’s not your bed, and I haven’t begged for you yet.”

“Hayakawa.”

“Just saying.”

“We haven’t even made it to bed,” you say, doubling down. “So I’m calling bullshit.”

“Oh,” your lips turn downward, and Kishibe is gripped with the sudden urge to kiss your little pout away. “I guess I didn’t ask for the right man for the job.”

“Good, baby?”

“'s so sensitive, like all my nerves are lit up” your voice cracks, eyes going hazy as Kishibe spreads your legs. “Didn’t know it would be like this. ‘S so… so good already.”

“I’m glad,” Kishibe says, soft and strangely genuine. He clears his throat. “Will you let us make you feel even better?”

“Mhm,” you nod, a small smile pulling at your lips. “Wanna feel good.”

“Wrong name, Master.”

“Menace. How do you want to do this, boy?” It’s still not what Aki prefers to be called, but he accepts it with a huff.

“I want you to cum in her,” Aki says, “and then I want to fuck her after you get her all messy.”

“Demanding.” Kishibe grumbles, but there’s no bite to it. “Well, get over here, then. Watch me prep her.”

“Both of you are so needy. How have you managed without me?” Kishibe means it to be teasing, but he doesn’t miss the way Aki’s cheeks suddenly flush pink.

Clever fingers wrap around Kishibe’s cock, and his fingers stutter in their methodical rhythm as he feels Aki’s familiar weight at his back. “Hayakawa.”

“Mhm, ‘m ready,” your breath hitches ever so slightly at the feeling of his tip nudging at your entrance. “Please, please, I’m ready, I need you deeper—”

Kishibe enters you in a long, slow slide, letting you feel every inch of his throbbing cock as he splits you open. He watches, eyes hungry, as your mouth goes slack, your eyes roll back into your head. It must be overwhelming, Kishibe thinks. Aki’s cock is nothing to scoff at, but compared to Kishibe�� well, he’s just impressed that you managed to take him all on the first try.

Behind him, Aki is a shivery mess, cock hard at the small of Kishibe’s back.

“‘m gonna cum,” he mutters. “Gonna fill you up, baby, gonna make you mine while your little boyfriend watches—”

“Greedy little thing,” Kishibe grins at you, beautiful in the twilight of his pleasure, and you grin back.

“Yes, Master.”

Kishibe smiles as he helps you undo the intricate ropes that bind you, freeing your limbs and allowing you to move. He soothes the mild rope burn with soft kisses before turning to your boyfriend.

“Hmm? Is someone jealous?”

“No, I…” Kishibe tugs Aki closer. “I just wanted you to know. I’m yours, too.”

You look at Kishibe, wordlessly asking for permission, and he nods. “Go ahead, baby.”

“I know you, boy.” Kishibe grins, a sharp, mean thing. “You like when it’s messy.”

“Master,” he whines. “Master, she feels so good.”

“Mhm,” Aki hums a happy little affirmative, placing a sleepy kiss on your forehead. “We should do this again sometime.”

“Fine, you brat,” Kishibe says. “Cuddles first.”

You fall asleep in a tangle of limbs, content.

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water wings ♡ gojo satoru x fem!reader

a trip to the aquarium

cw: 18+, explicit, fluff, mutual pining, oral (f!receiving), public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, mentioned that reader is shorter than gojo, petnames (baby, babygirl, good girl) wc: 2.9k

an: a gift for @dilu3 for snow’s gift exchange! i hope you like it lala!! thanks for beta reading @yofumi

18+ minors dni

It had been as you had always dreamed it would be—standing next to each other, a dumb grin on his face as he paid almost no attention to you. He was beautiful like that—white hair messy, dark sunglasses half-way down his nose, bright crystal blue eyes wide and staring into the tank in front of you. The chatter of people around you, children running, of excited squeals, was all completely drowned out by the way Gojo Satoru stared at the fish in front of you. God was he always this beautiful? He was. Of course he was. That was why you were here. That is why you had approached him. That is why you had asked him to come in the first place.

“Are you even paying attention?” He pushed his glasses up his nose as he spoke. “This was your idea, you know.”

“Yeah I know, I know.” It had been your idea, and yet, it hadn't been exactly what you had been looking for. What you had been looking for was his smile—sweet, soft, and genuine. You had it of course, right next to you, but it, directed at the way the fish swam in circles around the tank over and over, was not exactly the one you had been searching for.

“Well…” He knocked into you.

“Well…” You paused. “You are in the way. How am I supposed to see anything when I’m behind those giant shoulders of yours?” You pushed your shoulder back into his and he toppled to the side. His laughter cut into the ambient noises of the room you had been sitting in. This was it. This was the smile.

“Maybe invest in a pair of platforms?” Satoru leaned back on his elbows and looked up at you. You. He had had a hard time truly grasping exactly what this was, exactly what his feelings were. But this—seeing you bathed in the blue glow of the giant tank beside you, this was what he had been waiting for. And god were you fucking beautiful.

You watched him for a bit too long. Captivated by the way his whole body seemed to move as he laughed, the way his smile seemed to take over his entire face. Everything seemed to revolve around Gojo Satoru whenever he was in a room and this was no exception. If you had looked around, maybe you would have noticed others admiring the way his face lit up, the way he slid his sunglasses back up his face as he casually ran a hand through his hair, and the way he couldn’t take those crystal blue eyes off of your face.

You swallowed hard and shot a hand out to offer to help him up. He hesitated for a moment, thoughts lingering on every possibility that this prospective touch could bring. When his palm finally slid into yours it was softer than you had imagined. You had spent so many days admiring those long slender fingers. So many days with your eyes trained on Satoru that, now, with his fingers threatening to lace between yours, you were dumbfounded.

“What’s going on?” He was surprised by your touch, but more surprised by the look on your face at the first time your hands had met his. Finally, He thought, finally. Had he been too afraid to make a move? Perhaps. But, the feeling of your hands on his now forced an emotion to bubble up inside him. An emotion he hadn’t known he had been missing. He gripped your hand hard—harder than he had intended to. He couldn’t hold back, the infinity between the two of you, the endless space that he could create and destroy, was now nonexistent as the warmth of your skin sank into him.

He tried to say something, racked his brain for anything. Maybe to tell you how he felt. How he had longed for your touch. How he had watched you day in and day out, hoping that one day, a day just like this one, the space that kept your bodies apart would finally collapse under the weight of his love and force you together. Maybe tell you that he would do anything for you. Give you anything and everything—as long as you never left his side. As long as you stayed. Like this. Just like this. Hand in hand as the sharks came and went just in the periphery of your vision. Hand in hand as the children around you jumped with joy at the way the seals danced underwater. Hand in hand as life came and went around you. As it had come and went around Satoru so many times, leaving him alone. But not now. No. Now he had your hand in his.

“I–” You what exactly? What had you wanted to say to him? ‘I love you’? ‘I want you’? Perhaps something as disgustingly cliche as ‘I need you like I need air in my lungs’? Nothing came though.

The sweet taste of his lips destroyed the last chance you had of finishing your thought. Had he leaned in? Had you? Everything seemed hazy as he pulled you in tighter. This. This was how he felt. As strong as you had imagined, as warm, as soft and gentle. And yet something was different, your heart beat faster, your mind raced—so good yet… not enough. No. It was not enough. He was warm and strong and soft and not close enough. Even completely engulfing you, even when you could feel nothing but Satoru wrapped around you, it wasn’t what you had needed.

You gripped his arm tightly and pulled him through the maze of glowing tanks. Finally, pushing him through the first door you came across. The harsh lights of the backroom barely registered as your back hit the wall.

“Wanted you for so long. You know that?” Satoru barely pulled his lips from yours as he spoke. “No… no… I needed you for so long.” Needed. That was it. He didn’t want you. It was so much more than want. This—this was so much more than wanting. It was an endless hunger that, somehow, was finally being satiated.

“Yeah?” You were out of breath, body too shaky to do anything other than tug at his clothes as he spoke.

“Hey.” He gripped your chin and forced your attention to him. “Please tell me this is what you want, too.” If you weren’t overheating, if you weren’t desperate to have as much of him as possible, maybe you would have noticed the uncharacteristic uncertainty in his voice.

And he was uncertain.

You had been there, existing somewhere in between fantasy and reality for so damn long Satoru couldn’t count the number of nights he had laid awake trying to decide if he should tell you how he felt. If he could tell you how he felt. And for so long he thought that your existence there in that purgatory would be good enough for him. Fantasy. Reality. You would exist there with him, but not his.

“Satoru. I… I need this, I need you.” That same purgatory, someplace between your fantasies of him and the reality of his friendship, had been crushing you for so long, and with those simple statements, your soul had been finally released from its shackles.

The room and your surroundings registered to neither of you as Satoru pushed a hand up your shirt, gripping onto the soft skin of your hips. You leaned back to look up at him, sliding your own hand up his shirt. He said nothing else, instead tilted his head down and placed a kiss to your lips, then slowly slid down your jaw, briefly pausing at your ear.

“Can I have you?” His words were heavy and thick and made you feel like you were drowning. You think you nodded, you had tried to nod at least. God, you needed him to have you right then and there.

“Good girl.” Satoru nipped at your earlobe as he lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist and arms around his neck instinctively. You were soon placed gently on a desk, and his lips were back to your ear, whispering over and over how gorgeous you looked and how badly he needed you.

“You talk too much.” You giggled—he did, Satoru always talked and talked and if it wasn’t for the burning ache in your core you would have soaked in every single compliment. He chuckled, “Nah, talk just the right amount.” You could feel his smile as he dragged his lips down your throat and pushed your shirt up your body. Fingers quickly worked their way under your bra, twirling your nipple. Soft and gentle, not what you had been expecting exactly, but heavenly already.

Your gasps, the way your hips moved in your search for friction—he couldn’t stop smiling to himself. This was exactly what ascending from purgatory to heaven was. This. Your little whines of his name as he barely touched your skin. And when he finally had your pants unbuttoned? His hand finally sliding between the thin fabric of your panties and your jeans, he couldn’t hold back his own groan. Soaked. Your panties were completely soaked.

“A little excited, huh?”

“Shut up Gojo.” You grabbed his glasses, placed them down on the desk underneath you, and pulled the collar of his shirt roughly, his lips slamming into yours. A kiss deeper and harder than those that came before it. His whole body froze, hand laid still and flat against your clothed cunt. The slight movement of his hips gave away exactly what he was thinking—absolutely nothing. Well, nothing save for the thought of how badly he needed to be buried inside you.

He came back to his senses quickly enough and pressed his fingers between your folds, the soaked fabric pushing into you. Then he slid his finger up and circled around your clit softly, barely touching you. His attempt at returning the favor and completely pushing your thoughts from your mind. You were too lost in the feelings to think of playing any sort of game, and instead pulled your lips from his and whispered ‘help me get these off’.

He did, of course he did, and he did it in complete silence. When he had them off he took a step back to admire you. Pants and panties on the floor, shirt and bra pushed up exposing your bare chest, lips puffy and swollen. You reached a hand out. Enough looking. He could do that later. You couldn’t wait, and time was clearly of the utmost importance. The noises of people walking around outside of the small office you were in finally registering from the lack of Satoru’s heartbeat and heavy breath enveloping every single one of your senses.

He moved back to you, sliding fingers through your dripping folds as his lips found yours again. You wrapped your legs around him again, pulling him closer, and with that movement he dipped his lithe fingers deep into your cunt.

“That good, babygirl?” He tilted his head, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He moved his fingers in and out of you so slowly it was almost painful. Almost painful to not have him slamming into you like you both needed him to.

“Satoru…” You tried to chase his hand every time he slid his fingers out of you. You were soaked, so desperate for more. But the little high pitched whines that left your lips every time he moved only made him want to take as much time as he could.

“You like this?” He pressed his fingers in deeper. “You’re so wet, ya know that? My hand is dripping, baby.” He was right, your pussy had been drenched the moment his lips had pressed against yours, the moment you felt his strong arms pull you in tight, the moment he had lifted you onto the desk. He leaned in, tongue sliding into your mouth as he stopped moving his hand entirely. Instead, focusing all his attention on how soft your lips were, on how your body trembled more when his lips were on you. Your arm, that had been gripping his shoulder tight, moved to his neck, as you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging gently. He only deepened the kiss and cupped your cheek with his spare hand.

“How about I get a taste?” He ran his tongue up and down his fingers, licking your juices from them before pressing them to your own lips. “Here, baby, you taste just how sweet you are.” You ran your tongue against them, his meeting yours as you both took in your essence. “See?”

You nodded and whined a pathetic ‘delicious’. He was dropping down to his knees before you knew it, lifting your legs up onto his shoulders as he slid you to the edge of the table. “Not enough, baby, need to really taste you.”

You were running out of time. You both knew it. The footfalls outside the room had become more frequent and as Satoru’s tongue finally met your slick folds you swore you could hear a voice right outside of the room, but the words were undecipherable as his tongue pressed into your hole, aiming to take in as much of your sweet juices as he could.

His moan, the vibrations against your cunt, drowned out the noises from the other side of the door. The urgency at which he moved, his tongue lapping up your essence, his lips wrapping around your clit, gave away either how badly he needed to feel you cumming for him or how well he knew you were running out of time. Or perhaps Satoru was just desperate and lost in his ascent to heaven as he savored the sweet flavor he had craved for so long.

Your orgasm hit hard, legs pulled tight around his head, your fingers tangling more with the mess of white hair. Your body trembled and you couldn’t help but giggle as overstimulation kicked in. He wanted more—wanted to push you past this point and throw you into another orgasm, but the prospect of being buried in you was too enticing.

When he stood he dragged your legs up with him. “You ready, babygirl?” His face was flush and slick with your juices but the only thing you could focus on was the way he worked to undo his pants, slide his hand in, and pull out his cock. Thick and long and dripping with precum. You pushed his hand out of the way to grip it yourself, feel the weight of it in your own.

“F-fuck. Babygirl.” The whine that left his lips as you ran your hand up and down his shaft was beautiful. Playing could wait, you knew it could, no matter how badly you wanted to tease him until he was rutting into your palm chasing his high, it would have to wait. You moved his cock and as soon as it touched your hot drenched cunt he couldn’t hold back and slammed into you completely. The force pushed all the air out of your lungs and you were soon clutching onto him as your head was thrown back in ecstasy.

“How’s that?” You could hear the dumb smirk that was clearly plastered over his face.

“S-so fuckin' good.” You could barely get the words out as every thrust into you pushed the air from your lungs and the thoughts of anything other than his thick cock splitting you open from your mind.

He had no words other than sweet moans of your name left in him. His body shook with every movement. Finally, he was inside you. Finally, his name falling from your lips over and over. Finally, your cunt gripping his cock tight as he brought you both closer and closer to your highs. He rubbed quick circles over your clit as his lips crashed into yours. Making you cum while he was inside you was the exact thing he needed, was all he needed to reach his own high. As your body shook underneath his, as moans of his name came louder than you both would have liked, he followed suit—letting go completely. He gripped you tightly as he filled you, lips pressed against yours.

You two stayed like this, lips barely touching and bodies intertwined, longer than you should have. Heaven was finally here. Bonds broken, reality finally left behind. What you both had been dreaming of for so long—for too long.

“We… we get to do this again, right?” An uncertainty you actually heard this time. His eyes meeting yours as the look on his face really gave away how scared he truly was of losing something else.

“Whenever you want. But we really have to get out of here.” You did, you had been there too long already. Way too long for someone to not open the door and see you two half naked.

He pulled out, backed up, and threw you your pants. As soon as your clothes were back on you finally took a first actual look around the room.

“Hey baby!” Satoru’s attention was no longer focused on your beauty and was now turned to the door to the side of you, the door clearly marked Penguin Enclosure. “We should go in there, I always wanted to play with the penguins.”

#THIS. WAS SO GOOD #you and gojo being weak for each other is the best thing :’)#damn right he’ll rid of that infinity to touch you #my heart Melted™

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