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Not sure if you’re still doing it or not, but can I hit you up for some SFW and NSFW headcanons for Ichigo Kurosaki and a female reader who’s informed yet inexperienced in the dating department?

Ofc! Im so sorry im so late to this! I just came back from a two year long hiatus 💀💀 i was very busy with my A-Levels snd overall unmotivated but now im back in business!

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Ichigo Kurosaki x Reader SFW and NSFW

SFW

-ichigo definately has heart eyes for you when youre not looking but he never gets caught

-if hes your first boyfriend hes lowkey proud of how you set clear boundaries and encourage communication because he knows that even if he would never do that, youre not letting yourself get stepped on

-you seem so mature and smart when it comes to decision making, but he doesnt expect his usually put together girlfriend to get a nosebleed and practically die of embarrassment when you manage to accidentally see him in just his boxers

-like you may know the essentials of dating and shit but the second shit gets real, the lack of experience clearly shows 😦

-he takes you out on dates and to see the fireworks ofc ofc but absolutely does not let you pay for shit. It turned into an all out wrestle in front of the icecream vendor when you tried to pay for the two cones but despite your comically swinging arms and the fact that you actually tried to body slam him 💀 his six pack abs did what they do best and he easily held you off. His facial expression barely changed because you were literally being a fruit fly rn

-he literally loses sleep thinking about how he loves the way you act during an argument, because no matter how stupid he can be, or how bad he can fuck up, you never take your anger out on him. He knows you damn well have all the right to scream and smack him sometimes because he knows he can be an insufferable prick of a teenager sometimes, but you rarely ever do. You let him explain himself, express your concerns and then actually propose a way to fix the problem

-like hey, you might be inexperienced but whoever informed you did a damn good job because he cant help but be proud of how you make this relationship actually healthy

-that being said, you do make stupid choices sometimes, because despite how informed you might be, the inexperience really shows in some ways

-being in a relationship with a soul reaper is probably a little more complicated. Duhh. He is genuinely serious about you, but he really doesnt want to tell you about being a soul reaper. Hes so scared that he might end up chasing you away

-you do end up finding out when he has to save you from a hollow though 💀

-all you could think and express at that time was "???????"

-"hm??????"

-surprised pikachu

-yeah it did take you about a month to emotionally and spiritually recover from that momentary brain death

-he so apologetic and you can see the tears in his eyes as he tells you hes sorry he lied to you for so long, but you dont mention them

-you simply embrace. Youre in love with him and you forgive him, because you understand that its probably one hell of a job trying to tell someone about something like that

-fr he has an entire cupboard full of every kind of tampon and pad out there 💀💀 his dad runs an in-home hospital?? And he does have two sisters you know.

-that convo went something like "i need to call my mother i just started my period-" and he takes your hand without a word and escorts you to the bathroom, showing you a cupboard full of sanitary products. "I have everything. You need something thats not in there, you will have to call your mom 💀 then maybe pay a visit to my dad 💀💀"

-he lent you a pair of fresh underwear (his boxers) and some pyjama pants just in case you bled through. Its honestly surprising to you how mature and unfazed he was while dealing with your period, and he was so good to you despite how humiliated and close to tears you felt

-and you couldnt help but admire him and how much he cared and looked out for his sisters, hes such a tsundere sweetheart. It was definately a defining moment when you went to his house for the first time and you saw him ruffle his sisters hair and watched them tease eachother. Something in you saw how he loved his family and it made your opinion of him improve significantly

NSFW

-but now, this is where your inexperience really comes back to bite you in the ass

-the first time youre engaged in a heavy makeout session he has his hands on your waist and yours are buried in his hair (dont think he doesnt notice your obsession with it 🤨) because you forgive him for being ginger apparently

-your face is so red from all the blood rushing to your cheeks that you have a nosebleed, but its payback for that one time he saw just barely the top of your biddies when the button to your shirt ripped and he nearly died of blood loss. You werent impressed

-it actually took a while for you to feel confident with getting this close and far, but he waited for you because hes got heart eyes and hes a genuinely decent guy <3

-during your first time together he guides you through it gently, making sure you know that you can stop if and when you want to

-as his hands slowly trace the curve of your hip he pulls you into a soft but long and passionate kiss, resting your foreheads together and honsetly something inside of you bursts to pieces

-the whole time youre blushing so intensely, your legs spread for him to study you

-you have no clue what hes doing as he traces his hands over the slick folds of your vulva, his body lowering while he presses kisses down your belly

-so imagine your surprise when he gives you a tentative lick down there

-he smirks as he watches how you arch your back and cry out, squirming and asking him what hes doing breathlessly

-he doesnt answer

-you got that pussy ate 😦

-he had a full meal down there on god

-and yes. He knows where the clitoris is

-you bet he took full advantage of that and made you orgasm so many times you cried

-when you eventually felt like you were confident enough to return the favour a few weeks later, you greeted his family and made your way up to his room, now having a key to his house after a dedicated, two year long relationship. You shut the door to his bedroom and found him sitting on his bed and playing a game

-you put that plan into action 👁👁

-you lay across his bed with your head in his lap, smiling when he smiles and leans in to kiss you hello. After about an hour, he still on his game and you dont actually mind, since you always enjoyed watching him play, but your insides were buzzing with anxiety

-you were finally able to swallow your nervousness and slowly undo his zipper, coming face to face with his bulge that was still clothed by briefs

-when he actually realises whats going on its finally his turn to go about as red as renjis hair, and he slowly mutes his mic, slipping a hand into your hair and massaging your scalp, his head tilting back while he fights off an oncoming nosebleed (again 😒)

-once your lips are finally around the head of his cock hes a groaning, whimpering mess for you, and it really gets you going to see him all submissive like this

-you have no clue what youre doing either but everything you do is met with a pleased moan from the carrot top so it really boosts your confidence and he knows that when you start bobbing your head

-he mightve came a little quickly but hey you dont judge (mostly because you dont even know what classifies as quick) and by the time youre done hes already came inside of your mouth and is basically dying on his bed right now

-he makes sure you know that you can obviously spit it out though, only to almost cream again when you bravely swallow and show him your empty mouth

-fuck the fact that you just had his dick in your mouth because the next second hes kissing you passionately and cuddling you close, praising you and thanking you quietly

-fuck the game thats still running in the background i guess

-the first time you both go all the way though 😩

-lemme tell you for someone as hot headed as ichigo, he can be so gentle

-especially with you

-a hot makeout session turned into something a little more though when he slipped his hand between your thighs and under your skirt

-you were sitting in his lap, grinding on him because you were feeling a little cheeky

-boy was he feeling cheeky too

-the shit eating grin/smirk on his face as he massaged you through your panties, pressing down and trying to push his fingers in through your panties

-you were horrified and he was surprised because your panties were absolutely soaked

-he didnt even undress you or nothin he just moved your panties to the side and started fingering you, hitting your g spot after a few tries and watching with pride as you squirm and moan and cum on his fingers

-hes painfully hard and youre still horny, so your horny brain decided to unzip his pants and pull out his dick, earning you a sinful hiss from him

-its not long before hes pushing in, with you on top of him and controlling how fast he goes

-condoms arent needed when he has plot armour

-hes quickly rolling on top of you and fucking you as soon as youre ready for it, his brows furrowed and his eyes shut tight

-hes literally jackhammering into you and it doesnt help that he has his thumb on your clit as well, rubbing smooth and fast circles while you try not to scream

-fr he will never not be proud of how hes making your legs twitch and spasm

-so imagine how fat his ego get when you squirt

-he was pounding into you and panting about how wet and warm you are, seconds away from cumming when you cry out, pulling him into a bear hug and soaking his bed

-lucky for you both hes got lightning quick reflexes and covers your mouth lest you want the awkward talk with isshin🙈😎👍

-he came inside of you while you absolutely ruined his bed, and as he recovers from the best orgasm hes ever had, he realises that youve passed out under him, sleepily cuddling his chest and his heart melts

-aftercare? Bet.

-he makes sure to remember to replace the bath bombs he stole feom his sisters just to pamper you, giving you a little massage and cleaning you up

-yeah hes standing in front of his bed wondering what the fuck to do as you rest in the bath, and he doesnt even know where to start

-hes a big boy hell figure it out

-cuddles and cheek kisses and little love bites when youre fully awake again, snacks and a movie waiting for you because hes just a sweetheart <3

Heya! I hope this was to your liking and wasnt too late! I really am so sorry for keeping you waiting like this, and i hope i covered the criteria that you wanted :)

Do u right for sub bakugou?x And if so then needy Bakugou begging for us on his knees

If not then little spoon Bakugou:))

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Ofc!!! I live for subby bakugou <3

You gave me two requests that were pretty similar so imma answer them both in one but asjdjjdjdqjkekdjjdncbbfncasnsn pls im so excited

And i also need some lil spoon bkg so fo sho im adding it in :p

Okay get into it

Also im writing fem!Reader in this but if you want a male reader version i would be more than happy to oblige :3

This will take place when katsuki and reader are in 3rd year and are 18 :)

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Sub!Bakugo x Reader <3

Katsuki's been impatient and fidgety throughout the entire day. From spinning his pencil around his fingers and breaking it to shaking his leg and zoning out during class.

You havent seen Katsuki this frustrated in at least a week. Maybe it was the tough training with Aizawa Sensei and Izuku this morning that's put him out of sorts, but whatever it is, it must be really bothering him.

You cant help but wonder why.

The day goes on like this, Katsuki occasionally snapping just a little worse than usual, yelling a little louder, glaring a little harder, and everyone's walking on eggshells.

Now you're understandably fed up. Worried, but fed up.

You and Katsuki have been working together on improving his temper. In fact, thats how you both became a thing in the first place. You were all sunshine and rainbows and happy- go- lucky until he watched you almost lose a match to IcyHot in some stupid competition and lose your temper.

And man, did you lose your temper. He watched in a stupour as you glared and cursed and rushed into the fight like some sort of cornered animal. He fell in love that day.

You were so good at being the public favourite and yet you were still a powerhouse in battle. He needed to talk to you and see what the fuck was up for himself.

That brings us back to today.

At the end of the school day you immediately got out of your seat and walked up to Katsuki's desk, where he sat, still putting away his notes and getting ready to leave.

You can't help but feel your heart melt at the look of frustration and upset as his eyes lock onto yours. The poor thing. It was kind of obvious from the start that he was frustrated at something, but you cant help but raise an eyebrow and smirk. He wasnt upset at the training, or maybe stressed at the classwork, no.

He needed to get his rocks off. This idiot.

Wordlessly you walk pats him, ignoring his glassy eyes and flushed cheeks and the way that you're the only person he hasn't snapped at today, and only offer him a jolt of your head to signal for him to follow. And he does.

Good.

You would not allow disobedience. He would keep that damned temper in check or suffer the consequences. Poor Katsuki doesn't ever want to do that again.

He follows you through the halls and toward the forms without complaint, and luckily his friends dont want to intercept him and talk to him, for fear they might be incinerated.

You don't see the way his eyes rest on your form, atching every detail into his brain and undressing you with his eyes, dilated black pupils following your hips while they sway irresistably in front of him.

He whimpers quietly behind you as you both reach his room. And it's nice doing this in his room rather than yours, because it feels so good to not only command the fiery blonde, but also his safe space as well. And it works both ways because he feels safer in his space. You get it.

"Quiet, mutt."

Pearly white teeth peek from plump lips to bite and worry at the skin, bruising it just barely. He really is in his subspace already.

He knows the drill. As soon as the door clicks shut he's on his knees and his hands are glued to his thighs and my, does he look absolutely precious like this. The evening sun leaks through the window and and makes his eyes look like paintings, his hair gold and glowing as it reflects the sun and his skin smooth and glistening with a light sheen of sweat.

"You're absolutely gorgeous like this, Katsuki. But who said you could look at me?"

He almost feels his heart throb at the compliment. Its not just repeated truths like when people like to tell him how strong he is. No, your praise is genuine. His chest swells with pride, because your opinion actually matters to him.

Immediately he glues his eyes to the floor, bright red and biting his lip so hard he can taste the faint tang of iron.

"What do we say, boy? When we do something we're not supposed to?..."

Your prompt has him swalloweing down the lump in his throat along with his pride and he quickly apologises. Progress. Now it's your turn to feel your chest swell with pride.

"Sorry, master".

His voice is shaky but the words come out without a stutter and lacking hesitation, causing a smile to tug at your lips.

"Good boy."

Every praise you give him has his legs and arms shaking and if he had a tail it would be wagging right now, you're sure. Its not really a surprise though, since his pride and stubbornness and ego was a result of the constant praise he was given by others as a child. It makes perfect sense that he want it from you. You're his everything.

He's already sporting a hard on, and it's average in size, but god forbid you tell him that. He can keep his dignity. For now.

Its so easy to want to adore and pamper this boy to the best of your ability, but you've done that before and continue to show him this affection, now is not the time. He wants you to be mean.

He whines like a kicked puppy as you appear in front of him, only your shoes coming into his field of vision at the moment, and his breathing gets heavier. The twnt in his pants twitches obviously and a little wet patch is starting to form where pre is drooling from the tip and soaking through his briefs and his school pants. It makes him feel icky.

But it feels so good. He feels pathetic as he lets you take the reigns. He feels like he's at your mercy, and that's because he is.

"Now, was there something you wanted to say?"

Hes breathless as he rambles, finally all9wed to speak his mind and beg for you like he's needed to since last week, stuttering and stumbling on his words in an attempt to beg you for your touch.

"P-please- master, i'll be good! Please, just- touch me! 'Need you, need you- 'm so close! Just want you! Le' me touch you, please-"

You cut off his rambling with a foot to his crotch, slowly stepping on it and watching as he gasps and falls apart on the floor, just like some kind of dirty mutt. He drools and humps into the sole of your foot, which presses down mercilessly and causes shiny tears to fall down the blonde's face while you reprimand him.

"You really think you deserve to cum? After frightening your friends and hurting their feelings? After worrying me over something as insignificant as your dick, do you think you deserve it?"

He doesnt answer, too busy sobbing and begging you for more as he grinds his hips furiously against your foot, creaming his pants when you press down even harder. The stain on his pants expands and a glob of white leaks through, sitting at the tip of his still erect dick and his face is the look of pure pleasure.

You lean in to wipe up a little trail of drool as he jolts with the aftershocks of his orgasm and grinds against you to ride it out. Yet, he's still begging for more.

"P-... please... I wan' more- wanna fuck- want you, please let me-. Le' me fuck you, master, 'm sorry I was bad. 'M sorry. Please. Please, please, please... I need it-"

It's honestly difficult to understand his horny rambling but you get the gist, and with a pleased smirk you order him to sit on the bed with his back against the wall, and to get his dick out.

His cheeks go very red at your wording but he has no complaints, eager to please and be pleased as he eyes your breasts that are hidden away behind that stupid shirt. He hates that shirt for hiding you away, imagining your soft, smooth skin shining in the light as the curvature of your breasts influence his wet dreams. He moans loudly as he finally undoes his fly, his blush burning down his neck and to his chest as he sees the state of his underwear. He can't believe he came in his underwear like a virgin. That's fucking humiliating.

But it doesn't take long for him to get over it and pull out his weeping dick, the red tip shiny and swollen with neglect and abuse, his balls twitching while he tries not to stroke himself and within seconds you're crawling on top of him. He grins victoriously as you undo your shirt but he knows to keep his hands to himself until you say so, already close to cumming again when he watches slim fingers and well manicured nails undo the buttons of your shirt.

His impatience is almost getting the best of him as he convinces himself not to lunge forward and rip that damned bra off with his teeth, and he knows he did well when suddenly the bra is off and he's met with the sight of your smooth, round tits. He drools at the vision in front of him, eagerly letting you guide his hands to cup your waist and one of your breasts, a hungry, lustful look in his eye making another wave of arousal flood your panties. His reactions are instantaneous, as expected of a future hero, as he shoves his face inti your chest, moaning and praising them, telling you haw big they are, how soft they are, how good they taste, et cetera. You smile and practically purr at the better mood he's in.

He sucks loudly on one of your tits, closing his eyes and grinding his hips up against your thigh, nursing on your chest in an almost comical way, and his desperate mewls fill the silence of the room while you let him finger you. He hits your g-spot on purpose, trying to satisfy his master as best as he can while a thumb rubs at your clit, causing your legs to shake and tremble as they lay spread over his hips.

After a few more fingers you tug his hand away, hearing him whine at the loss of the warm feeling around his fingers, but he still doesnt separate from your chest as you push your panties to the side and take his dick inside of you, wet noises filling the room. You're well accustomed to the stretch of him so there's no pain, and only gasps of pleasure fill the room as your boyfriend finally gets to bury himself balls deep into your warmth.

Katsuki is incredibly vocal and his voice is hoarse and hot as fuck as he fucks into you from beneath you, muttering and purring about how good you feel.

"Fuck! So good, so, so good- pussy so tight 'round me... sucking me in. Gonna fuck you- g-gonna cum... yes! Yes, yes, yes! You're so wet, master- so good-! Ah-!"

And if you press a kiss to his forehead after a breathless chuckle he's too into it to notice, only whining like a pornstar as his balls throb, still basically attacking your clit and when you tighten up around him, pulsing against wet, heated flesh he orgasms with you. Tears run down his face and he gasps loudly, a string of spit connecting your nipple with his mouth when he cums inside of you, the fluids filling you up and leaking around where his cock is nestled perfectly inside of your soaked cunt.

His eyes are glazed over and he's deep into his subspace as he finishes, his dick throbbing inside of you, and you can't hide your smile at the endearing sight of your boyfriend falling to pieces beneath you.

As you pull away he only shivers slightly, his tongue and limbs feeling heavy with exhaustion and his mind now much more clear. He usually likes to keep you close after sex so you know not to go off and leave him in bed during aftercare, so you simply tuck him in and press yourself to his back, spooning him and massaging his lower back while he sighs contentedly, quickly falling asleep in your arms.

Hey hey hey! I hope this was as good as you hoped for and i really enjoyed writing subby bakugou, and i just had to add in some of the mommy kink in there with the tiddy sucking bc im 😭😭😭 yeah

Anyway, if you liked it lemme know, and if you wanna send a request please do <3

Hey, I just saw a 13y/o person writing smut on tumblr . please, like, don’t.

If you need a good explanation why check out @hysagyne they have a few very in-depth posts

pls let me indulge in being fwb with sae, but he ends up falling for u first and just keeps it to himself for the longest time :(( i feel like one day he’d “accidentally” let it slip that he wants more with you while ur fucking, n he tries to play it off like it’s no big deal but on the inside he’s so nervous he’s scared you off ugh </3

nonnie YES!! tysm for this, oh my god! he’s scared to tell u bc usually its fucking with no feelings, i love him!! enjoy it, and asks are always open! 

he was in trouble.

he'd known he was for weeks. when you came over to his house in a nice frilly outfit to attempt to wow him — which, of course, you did — he knew. if only you knew what was going through his head when you two were having fun with each other.

"oh," your breathless voice pleads. "sae, please," the way he hums against your skin has you squirming in his grip, tightening around his fingers as he kisses your neck and shoulder ever so lightly. as sae stretches you out with his fingers, your thigh-length skirt does nothing to protect your lower half. your blouse was rendered worthless at this point, owing to the fact that it was no longer on you. when the two of you first met, it was flung over his shoulder someplace. he enjoyed littering  you. you enjoyed the sensation of his teeth. it was a win-win situation for everyone. or so you thought. you were unaware of his lingering touches and delicate movements.

a third finger slips inside of you, and you’re ashamed about just how much it affects you. it’s hard to stay quiet when he has his way with you- he knows your body too well by this point. his mouth focuses on that sweet spot on the junction between your neck and your shoulder. It’s the spot that can easily turn your sighs into moans. his thumb circles your clit and draws little mixed-up shapes in order to keep your toes curling and that fire in your belly burning. it’s downright evil the way he’s able to make you this wet. it’s like he wants the whole world to  hear your arousal as he works his magic on your pussy. but you’re not entirely  a saint right now.

after all, you are the one with your hand around his dick, aren’t you?

the growl he gives after a particularly harsh tug on his dick is satisfying. there’s precum coating your fingers. he’s making a mess of himself while making a mess out of you. but even the space between your thighs grows wetter and wetter, you can’t help but find yourself eyeing his frustrated face with a certain confidence. if the only way to get back at him is a couple of well-timed strokes then so be it. you’ll have him putty in your hands in no time at all.

this wasn’t the first time the two of you had... “mutually pleased” each other. Nor was it the second, or third, or fourth time. in fact- any chance he got, he’d simply send you a text message and have his way with you to his heart’s content every chance he got. even still, you always felt like you never quite had a good grasp on how to get him off. his dick felt all too large and heavy and hot in your hands. the mere memory of it being inside of you, stirring up your insides, was enough to send your heart racing. though you’re doing something right. you always do. he’s always the first one to grow close to his orgasm.

but he always makes you cum first. every single time.

when his hips begin to buck in time with your strokes, his fingers start moving inside of you faster. much, much, much faster. he stops peppering your neck with thousands and thousands of little tiny nips and kisses and marks just to claim your lips once more. he’s swallowing your moans, keeping you quiet as the lazy scissoring motion he was previously using on you moves to something more focused and deliberate. his long fingers curl deep inside of you, digits finding your the spot that makes you see stars and prodding at it again and again in a way that’s just not fair.

it’s so hard to focus. it’s so hard to keep your eyes open. they flutter and flutter in an attempt to keep your mind intact, but it’s just so  hard. your mouth drops open to let out another moan, and this you just know is a little too loud for comfort. but you can just feel the smirk he gives you against your skin, and you just know sae isn’t opposed to his claim in front of others. but you can’t think about that right now. your mind is on sae and sae alone.

that, and the way he’s about to make you cream all over his fingers.

his unoccupied hand moves up from its resting point of holding on to your hips. he traces and teases your skin as he trails his hand upwards until it finally reaches its destination- your chest. his hand gropes at your breast, twisting and teasing and twirling an overly sensitive nipple in between the rough pads of his fingers tip. you’re starting to see stars.

and that thumb. oh, god, that thumb. you don’t know how he does it. how he’s always able to bend you to his will, over and over again. because that thumb. that thumb on your clit is cruel. it’s so cruel, and it’s so mean. it’s what causes you to break away from his kiss with a startled gasp and a sudden shriek. the pit at the bottom of your stomach is growing. you feel hot- hot all over, and sae was not helping. the tickle of his hair against your shoulder as he whispers nothing but filthy words of praise in an attempt to coax you into an orgasm is sending you into overdrive. his breath against your ear, the way he breaks you down into a whiny little mess, and that  thumb.

“you just cum for me, got it?” he’s growling now. low, deep, and all too husky for your poor fucked out brain to process. “wish we had more than this. wish we were more than this. ‘want you so bad..” 

his eyes widened at his confession, quickly adding a line about your pussy holding tight on his fingers, trying to play off what he had just said.

this sae of yours- this green eyed, red haired sweet boy of yours is downright filthy behind doors. he’s dirty in all the right ways. tainted in all the best of the word, and it’s all for you. all for your body. all for your pleasure. all to drive up you up, get you drunk off his touch, and keep going until you can’t even stand. or pass out. all for your love.

whichever comes last.

in a last-ditch effort to ensure he experiences what he’s putting you through, your grip on his cock tightens. you’re pumping it furiously, working your hand in the way he’s taught you all those weeks ago when it was your first time together. you’re moving with purpose, with vigor, and with passion. his breath hitches loudly, and he’s humping your hand faster and faster. but there’s no time to taste the victory. his retaliation is swift, and his retaliation is punishing. because in just seconds, he’s practically ambushing your pussy

at this point, you’re reduced to tears. all you can do is nod and beg and whimper as you try to clench down on his fingers, chasing your high. your legs are shaking, and at this point, sae is the only thing keeping you upright. every breath you take is overcome with nothing but gasps and squeals as the coil in your stomach tightens and tightens. god, you’re so close. how does he do it? how does he always manage to take you to new heights that you’ve never been before?

“could give you so much more than this,” he whispers again and the sloppy chants of ‘yes, yes, yes, yes-’ fall out of your mouth in pretty little bows, dolled up just for him. “cum for me.”

and you do.

it happens with a start- the coil in your belly snaps, and your mind goes numb. you let out a loud cry as your cunt clenches around his fingers, but sae swallows it quickly with a deep kiss before he starts to cum himself. he forces you to ride out your orgasm with him, white-hot ropes cum shooting out of his dick with every little groan that sneaks out his mouth. his thumb slows down, not quite abusing your poor, oversensitive clit anymore, but it still feels like torture. you don’t want him to stop. not now, not ever.

the quiet gasps of air you let out are all the forest hears in the aftermath. sae’s lips brush against your shoulder, your neck, and your lips over and over again as he catches his own breath. the smile you give him is soft when he finally meets your eyes. But it’s not until you offer up a silent nod does he finally give a small smile back.

and as wordlessly as the two of you started, he sinks down to his knees, hikes a leg over his shoulder, and gives you his tongue in all the right ways.

“then make me yours, sae itoshi.” 

iwaizumi brainrot hours 😩

MINORS DON'T INTERACT

You didn’t think that giving a flirtatious smile to your boyfriend on your way home from a party would land you in this situation.

But here you are, with Iwaizumi’s hips slamming into your own and your palms pressed against the car window, your moans filling the small space. His shirt is partially unbuttoned, tie loose around his neck as he fucks you senseless, groans spilling out of his lips at the sight of his cock disappearing into your dripping cunt, walls soft and clenching around his length.

“Ah, shit. You’re so pretty, y/n…” his calloused hands grip your waist tightly as he continues thrusting into you at a pace that has you practically drooling. He moves one of his hands up your back, tracing between your shoulder blades and knotting his fingers into your hair, tugging it slightly.

“R-right there…” You head is spinning and you can barely form coherent thoughts, the only thing on your mind is Iwaizumi, and how his cock is hitting that one spot inside of you that sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

“You gonna cum, pretty baby?” You can hear the strain is Iwa’s voice, and you nod your head, hands curling into fists against the window as you feel your high approaching. Every inch of your body feels like it’s lit up with a vibrating electricity, and you can barely remain upright as your orgasm hits you, legs shaking and sounds of pleasure leaving your lips.

“Fuck.” You feel Iwa’s load spill inside of you as his grip on your waist tightens. Leaning over, he kisses down your back as you both catch your breath.

“Hopefully no one was walking by at this hour.” He helps you back into your dress, cradling your form and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I doubt it, Iwa.” You lean into his touch, letting out a small sigh. “Not that you care, do you?”

“Not at all. People should see themselves as lucky if they even get a glimpse of you.” Taking your hand, he assists you in getting back into the front seat, and he starts the car.

“Let’s just go home. I’m exhausted.” Your eyes flutter shut and your head rests against the window, and you can’t help the sleep that overtakes you as Iwa drives you both back home.

Morning Distractions (Leon x Reader)

•Notes•

Pairing: RE4 Leon x Reader

Genre: Established relationship, smut, fluff

Summary: Leon only has 15 minutes before he has to leave for work but he’s determined to please you before he goes.

Warnings: Top Leon, quickie, unprotected sex (use protection!), comfort sex, fingering (fem. receiving), pet names (‘baby’), penetration

WC: 3,108

A/N: God, another Leon one-shot! This man won’t leave me alone (I’m not complaining though tbh). I hope you enjoy domestic Leon comforting y/n, I definitely enjoyed writing it!

Enjoy!

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You clutched the vintage leather of Leon’s jacket deftly in your grip as you pleaded with him not to leave. You felt your fingers begin to ache with how much pressure it took to keep your boyfriend from going as you stopped him from exiting your shared bedroom, his frame caught in the middle of the doorframe as he looked back at you with an amused expression.

“Do you plan on doing that for the entirety of my 12-hour shift?” he asked with a slight chuckle, his voice low and soothing.

You gripped him tighter, “yes.”

You felt Leon shift to face you before he quickly tore your fingers off of his jacket, his hands encapsulating your wrists as he pulled you towards him. Your body followed his command without resistance, bumping against his strong torso as he looked down at you.

“Y’know I don’t want to leave either,” he whispered softly as his lips tried to appease you with a featherlight kiss on your cheek.

You simply huffed at the gesture, you were going to need a lot more than a peck on the cheek to let this man go. “Then stay,” you countered, your lips pulling down into a shallow frown.

Looking up at Leon left you with the sight of him smiling down at your antics. His eyes were warm as they captured your morning image of tangled hair, puffy eyes, and slightly raspy voice. He thought you were adorable, but he really needed to leave. Leon’s eyes briefly flicked away from your sullen expression to check the time on his watch. He had to go in the next 15 minutes or he’d get his ass chewed out again for being late.

“Baby… you know I can’t. I really have to go.” Leon stated, his voice soft yet firm as his eyes met yours once again.

You sighed as you sagged your body into your boyfriend’s firm one, his hands immediately wrapped around you protectively in his comforting embrace. You knew you were being a brat but you couldn’t help it. Every time Leon left for work he always came back worse than when he left. Just last week he came back with a large bruise on the side of his abdomen that he refused to tell you the origin of.

You knew he kept you out of his work for your own good so you wouldn’t worry about it but you couldn’t help but feel guilty every time you watched him kiss you goodbye before heading to work, knowing you were letting him leave only to come back hurt. You knew this was Leon’s job and that he was capable of handling whatever missions he received, but you still wanted to hold onto him for as long as you could before he left.

With your head resting on Leon’s chest you listened closely to his heartbeat that pumped rhythmically against your ear. You found the sound comfortingly. Finally, after a second you spoke up, your voice quiet, “will you at least let me make you breakfast before you go?”

“Baby-”

“I’ll be quick! I swear!” You reassured him, knowing that he was going to try to get out of you cooking for him.

A second of quiet stretched between you two before you heard Leon sigh from above you, his hand resting on top of your head and combing through your hair as he acquiesced, “okay ____, I’ll stay for you. But then I really have to leave, deal?”

You raised your head off of Leon’s chest to look up at him with a wide smile while nodding fervently, “deal!”

Not wanting to waste whatever time you had left with him, you quickly pulled away from your boyfriend before dashing past him and making your way to the kitchen which consisted of marble countertops and white wooden cabinets.

Leon watched as you made your way to the kitchen, a soft laugh escaping his lips as he followed behind you, his eyes never leaving you as you moved about the kitchen. You quickly pulled out your black metal griddle, a bowl, and a plate along with milk, eggs, sugar, vanilla extract, cinnamon, and bread.

“French toast?” Leon guessed as he took a seat in one of the bar stools that was settled in front of the island, a perfect spot for admiring you cook in front of him.

You hummed in response, a closed-lipped smile on your face as you began mixing all the ingredients in a bowl before pouring the batter onto a plate. Leon always loved your french toast and you hoped that this would hopefully make his upcoming grueling day at work a little better.

After letting the bread soak in the batter you quickly turned around and began placing the two pieces of bread on the griddle, cooking it on low heat so that it would fry evenly. Unbeknownst to you, when you turned around Leon couldn’t help but admire your body. You were still in your pajamas which consisted of a thin tank top paired with shorts that did little to cover what was underneath.

Leon shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the strain in his pants making its presence painfully known as he did his best to focus on the amazing breakfast you went out of your way to make for him and not on the thought of fucking you on these expensive counters.

“Leon?”

Your voice pulled the federal agent away from his distracting thoughts as he looked up to see you gazing back at him from over your shoulder, your eyebrows furrowed in concern. Shit, he didn’t want you worrying more about him than he knew you already were on a daily basis.

“Sorry _____, I just zoned out is all,” he stated as he slipped off of his seat before walking over to you, leaning against the counter as he watched you flip over the two pieces of bread.

“It’s alright, the food’s almost done.” You said with a small smile, still a bit on edge over Leon’s expression earlier when you turned to ask him if he wanted strawberries with his toast.

Your boyfriend saw that your mind was still focused on his distracted behavior earlier, he could see the flicker of concern that pooled in your eyes. He really didn’t want you to be stressed over this while he was away and figured the best way to convince you that he was indeed okay, was to show you exactly what had him so distracted.

With the idea firmly planted in his head, Leon took another quick glance at his watch to see that he had about 10 minutes left before he had to go. That would be plenty of time.

“Baby, stop worrying,” Leon said soothingly as he looked back down to see you plating the toast, your attention focused solely on the food in front of you.

He chuckled to himself at your intense concentration before moving behind you, his pelvis pressing against your ass as he leaned over your shoulder, his voice low as he mumbled into your ear, “I just got distracted by you.”

You momentarily froze when you felt Leon move behind you and press himself lightly against you. Despite him not applying a lot of pressure, you could feel the faint outline of his hard erection poking you. Paired with his whispered words, you had practically short-circuited. His voice caressed you and fanned over your neck before being overtaken by his soft lips that lightly pecked your heated skin just below your ear.

What was this man doing?

“L-Leon…” you huffed out after you felt Leon’s leather-gloved hands roam over your thighs and higher up your legs, resting on the waistband of your shorts.

“Yes?” You heard him mumble from behind you, his kisses on your neck coercing you to tilt your head to the side to allow him better access.

“You…you have work…” you tried to counter, doing your best to hold on to your rationality.

Leon chuckled softly against your skin, his body pressing against you even more than before as he speaks, “weren’t you the one trying to get me to stay just a minute ago?”

You sighed in frustration. Partly because Leon was using your words against you and partly because now you were extremely horny. You felt your core ignite in heat and desire, already feeling yourself getting wet just from Leon’s touch resting around your waist.

“I was, but-”

“But?” Leon’s hands began to slip off of your body as he took a step away from you, his voice was low and teasing, “should we just stop then?”

You rolled your eyes as you turned to face him. Your hands reached out to grab his leather jacket once again before forcing him closer to you as you speak, “nope. You don’t get to leave after teasing me like that.”

Leon flashed a wolfish grin at you, his eyes drinking you in, “we have 8 minutes.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” You asked with a devilish smile.

Your boyfriend didn’t even bother to respond as he simply crashed his lips upon yours, his tongue slipping out to taste yours as you moaned into the kiss. You felt his strong hands grab your ass, massaging the soft malleable muscle while pulling you harder against him.

You felt his boner even more clearly now as it rubbed against your thigh. As you kissed your hand traveled down to lightly grip Leon’s desire, eliciting a soft groan from his lips as he pulled away from the kiss.

You smiled up at him before glancing down at his watch to see that you guys had 6 minutes left now. You didn’t have time for the usual foreplay that the two of you liked to indulge in. You’d have to save that for later.

“Fuck me, Leon.” You said plainly.

Your boyfriend’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before a licentious smile crossed over his slightly puffy lips. He raised his thumb up to your lips, smearing the saliva covering your lips even more. “So needy,” he teased, but he was more than ready to fulfill his earlier fantasy.

Without any further pretense, Leon quickly gripped your ass and lifted you up on the cold island counter. You shivered as your thighs pressed flatly against the marble surface, but you barely had time to register the shock of the cold on your warm skin since Leon was already yanking your shorts and underwear down to your ankles until they inevitably fell on the wooden floor.

“‘So needy.’” You mocked at seeing the urgency in which Leon seemed to be in to fuck you.

“It’s you… I can’t help it.” your boyfriend stated with a slight chuckle, his lips curving upwards in a smirk as his icy-blue eyes took in your half-naked body.

His eyes dipped down to your heat. You were so ready for him, you didn’t even need to be warmed up but you didn’t complain when Leon’s index and middle finger briefly explored the folds of your core.

Your hands jumped up to grip his shoulders as you relished in the feeling of his fingers sliding through you before he slipped both of them in without warning. You gasped at the sudden intrusion before it was swallowed by Leon’s lips on yours. His fingers pushed deeper inside you as he kissed you, it was messy, hot, and passionate as you felt your hips try to push against Leon’s fingers, wanting him deeper inside you.

Before you could succeed in your attempt, however, Leon slipped his fingers out of you. You whined at the movement, “I was starting to get close.”

Leon laughed at the whine in your voice before leaning over to your ear and whispering softly, “not without me, baby.”

Your boyfriend then brought his fingers that had just been inside you up to your lips.

“Taste yourself, _____.”

You didn’t need any further convincing as you obliged his request, your tongue sliding over the two fingers Leon delicately placed in your mouth. You sucked all your juices off of his digits diligently while gazing up to catch Leon’s reaction who watched with wrapped attention, his eyes focused squarely on every roll and flick of your tongue across the pads of his fingers.

“Fuck…” you heard him moan softly after you popped your mouth off of his fingers.

You smiled smugly at the man in front of you, pleasing Leon was always a treat for you and if you had more time you’d have already been on your knees for him with him deep in your mouth. But unfortunately, a hesitant glance at his watch told you that you only had 4 minutes left.

“Did you still want to…?” You asked when you caught Leon’s attention who had also frowned when checking the time on his watch.

He nodded at your question, “yeah. You were close right?”

You frowned, “I was. But I know that’s not enough time to get you off.”

Your boyfriend smiled softly at your words as he brought his hand up to softly caress your cheek. He pecked a sweet kiss on your forehead as he spoke intimately into the little space that blocked the two of you, “I get off on your pleasure.”

You felt heat spread throughout your body as your heart seemed to explode with warmth at Leon’s sincere words. Still, you couldn’t help the nagging guilt that pulled at your thoughts, “are you sure, Leon?”

Leon simply smiled at your question, amused at how concerned you were about him climaxing. He answered you with the same small smile and warm tone, “I’m sure, _____. Now, will you please let me fuck you for the next 4 minutes?”

You chuckled at his question before nodding, granting him permission to completely wreck you with the short amount of allotted time you guys had. Leon’s smile widened when he saw you nod as he pressed one more short kiss to your lips before quickly pulling out his dick and pushing it inside you. His length and girth alone were enough to make you completely fall apart but you held yourself together as Leon pulled you closer to the edge of the counter so he could more easily push into you.

After giving you a second to adjust, Leon began moving inside you. Normally, he would gradually increase his pace when fucking you. Leon loved watching the pleasure slowly build inside you, he loved seeing how your moans would get louder with every thrust as he moves faster and faster against you. But, due to the limited time, he had to instead just fuck you hard and fast to get you to come.

His pace was ruthless and took you completely by surprise. It was rare for Leon to fuck you so brutally as he liked taking things slow. You knew that he was doing it so that you would climax in the next 4 minutes but at this rate you weren’t sure if you would even be able to last that long. You felt Leon’s dick run deeper and deeper inside you, hitting every spot with such velocity that you were helpless to try to stay coherent. All you could do was moan and cry out for him, your hands gripping his jacket while your head faced the ceiling with your eyes squeezed shut.

Leon watched you with amusement as he moved against you. The sounds you were making were incredibly sexy- almost enough to make him cum. His eyes darted to your neck before he leaned in and began nipping at the skin there. That was definitely going to leave some marks, but the pleasure coursing through you was too powerful for you to care.

You supposed you’d just have to wear a turtleneck to work today.

Leon continued sucking and biting on your neck as he fucked into you. The combination of pleasure and pain mixed with his incredibly fast pace had you coming in the next minute or so. Your body tensed as you announced to Leon that you were coming which he already knew but simply hummed in acknowledgment- not stopping any of his ministrations.

An intense feeling dominated all of your senses as you came, your body shaking and trembling at the magnitude of the pleasure ensnaring you in its intoxicating clutch. By the time the tendrils of your high began to slowly fade you were completely spent as your chest heaved up and down. Your dazed eyes blearily gazed over to see Leon pulling out of you, a sheen of sweat covering his clear skin.

“Are you okay?” you heard him ask as he began to gingerly put your clothes back on you.

You knew he most definitely had to leave now, but you appreciated that he still made sure you were in order before heading to work. “I’m fine… thank you, baby. That was…” your voice trailed off as you lifted your hand and directed Leon’s attention back to your face. You leaned forward and pecked his lips to which he reciprocated. “Will you be okay?” You asked after pulling back from the kiss.

Leon smiled softly at you as he spoke tenderly, “I’ll be fine, _____. As long as you’re okay.”

You listened to Leon and did your best to believe that he’d be fine despite not having an orgasm of his own. Your hands reached up and fixed his hair back in place as he continued speaking.

“Now. I really need to go. I’ll see you later, okay? Text me when you get to work.” Leon pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before helping you down from the counter and grabbing his bag and heading to the front door.

You watched him for a second before you remembered something, “wait!” you called out to him before rushing to the forgotten french toast. You quickly put it in a Ziploc bag before dashing over to the front door where Leon waited anxiously for you. “Your breakfast,” you said, handing the bag over to your boyfriend who took it with a wide smile.

“You’re the best,” he says before offering you one last kiss on the lips and heading out the door.

You watch his retreating back as he heads to his car. While you would definitely still worry about his well-being while he was away, you were excited to see him when he came back home. You already had some ideas on how to repay him for his efforts this morning and this time- you wouldn’t have any time restraints keeping you from pleasing the man that you loved.

NSFW

So hybrid bulls and cows are actually separate species in MY fantasy world, not male and female.

So you work on a farm specializing in male cows and bulls, the only woman that’s allowed there due to… how the hybrids behave around any females.

You milk them… but not in the normal way. As the only woman on the farm, you’re the only one they’ll allow to milk their cocks. They produce a special semen that’s a milk alternative, and very yummy!

The cow’s are fine enough, following you around and nuzzling into you, wanting cuddles and extra attention when you’re milking them… they behave so well, blushing and mooing softly, gently moving their hips against your hand as you milk their cocks dry.

The bulls however… are a different story. They’re very territorial and protective over the cow hybrids, who they’ve formed a friendship with. They don’t like most people, and tend to be loners that only come around when it’s milking time.

But your pay is upgraded when the farm owners notice that the bulls have started warming up to you, even starting to treat you like a heifer, keeping you safe and guarding you from the other employees.

It wasn’t a surprise to anyone but you when the bulls started being a bit… too handsy with you. They viewed you as a heifer now… but you were so small compared to any female cow they’d ever seen. A runt, stunted, maybe…

But you had that chubby tummy and plush hips, those plump breasts that would look so pretty full of milk…

Within a month of starting work, you find yourself being bent over by one of the bulls, the cows mooing in distress and trying to comfort you as a fat cock enters your cunt.

“D-don’t be rough with her! She’s little!” one of the cows protests, stroking your hair and cooing softly to you. The bull huffs, hot air hitting the back of your neck as he fucks into you.

“Being as gentle as possible… little thing, couldn’t take me being rough even if I wanted to be…”

Your cunt was stuffed full with cum, several bulls mounting you until you were a blubbering mess. Once the bulls were done, you were surrounded by cows, getting kisses and snuggles… but they wanted to mate as well…

They pressed down on your belly, cum pooling between your legs as they cooed and gently fucked their own seed into you. By the end of the work day, you were spent, curled up in the hay with several cow hybrids as the bulls guarded the door.

You were payed handsomely for your efforts, and offered an even bigger paycheck to let them mount you at least once a week to let out their sexual frustrations.

They became more territorial around you, but when you weren’t in the picture, the bulls were much calmer and didn’t attack anyone that brought out food or came to give them check ups.

And when you became pregnant… well… let’s just say you were tucked away in the barn, living there with the cows and bulls as your belly grew heavy and swollen.

The cows tended to you, making sure you received all the human comforts you wanted along with their endless affections, and the bulls kept you safe.

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A/N: omg… ask me more about this concept because… I’m in love

NSFW TAGLIST: @sunset-214 @screaming-crying-screamingagain @strawberrypoundtown @avalordream @icommitwarcrimes @bazpire @chubbumblebee @im-eating-rn @anglingforlevels @kinshenewa @pasteldaze @j3llyphisching @unforgettablewhvre @yoongiigolden

Initial D Masterlist

Links to separate masterlists for each character in Initial D.

Date Last Updated: 2nd of April, 2024.

Newest Work(s): Shingo Shoji - Love Killer, Saturday Night Fever, & Headcanons: Lingerie Shopping.

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Headcanons

Keisuke Takahashi

Ryosuke Takahashi

Takumi Fujiwara

Takeshi Nakazato

Shingo Shoji

Itsuki Takeuchi

Koichiro Iketani

Kenji

Kyoichi Sudo

Rin Hojo

Go Hojo

Wataru Akiyama

Nobuhiko Akiyama

Bunta Fujiwara

Mako Sato

Sayuki

Shingo Shoji - Love Killer

• Shingo Shoji x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 12,470. • Synopsis: In which Shingo is shown the love he deserves and Takeshi fookin' learns that no one gets between Shoji and his girl. • Note: Finally back in the Initial D game, here's my first big comeback in over FOUR years. More importantly, my fanfic partner in crime, DistanceYourselfFromMyProximity on AO3 deserves a HUGE fucking shoutout for helping me beyond all rational reason with the ideas for this fic and my soon to come future ones as well. The sheer amount of hate fuck love she's got for this beaked nose MF is truly fascinating along with her own fics. Thank you bestie for the inspiration and getting my motivation back to write for this severely underrated fandom! <3

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The NightKids were sitting in a booth at the local late-night restaurant they frequented. Shingo took the spot closest to the window, being able to hang an arm over the ledge of the windowsill and set his knee on the booth to sit angular like he usually does. Takeshi sat directly across from him, the rest of the group taking the outer spots. 

As the other members of the team ordered some coffees for everyone, one of them brought up the topic of what they think is going to happen at the race they’re attending tonight. As the NightKids top two racers sipped their caffeine in relative peace, one of them looked to Shingo. 

“Say, man, you’ve been teaching your girl how to drive with the gumtape right? How’s she doing with it?” 

“Pretty well. She’s at least used to the layout of FFs so adjusting to the tape and only steering at high speeds with one hand is about the only thing she’s got some resistance to. She’s also got some hesitance on the left foot braking, so she’s been going up to Myogi damn near every night just to drive around and get used to that before anything else.” His voice kept its usual raspy, hoarseness to it, almost retaining the snarky-ness as well, but if one were to listen hard enough, they’d pick up on traces of sincerity and genuine pride. 

He wouldn’t go into further detail about the way she’s had quite a few instances of slowing down too much before a turn and getting spooked about losing control too easily, especially in her boyfriend’s car. He’d always watch her movements and when she’d tense her arms before a turn, he’d lightly place his right hand on the wheel as she turned, helping her make it through and add slight pressure to turn the wheel either further in or out depending on what was needed. After successfully making it through a turn he’d go back to rest his head on his hand that was leant against the passenger door as he continued to watch her. Shingo would give little compliments on something she aced or her smooth shifting and braking along with his occasional interjections of advice on what to do or how to handle something coming up. 

He wasn’t going to throw her into the fray of learning something as dangerous as gumtape driving by wrapping her whole hand. He started very small, simply wrapping the tape around the wheel and her hand once then again to have one layer of tape around her wrist. It gave her enough pressure to not move her hand away but was also light enough to pull away with enough force if needed suddenly. 

The day she asked him to teach her how to do it even after his self-induced wreck with the 8-6 made him feel something inside. Something... warm. He felt needed at that moment. He had enough trouble dealing with and trying to come to terms with himself in things he couldn’t control. The way he’d get made fun of in school for his allergies, his voice, appearance, and especially his nose made him grow up bitter and spiteful. 

Somewhere, somehow, fate decided to throw (Y/N) his way. He could remember the night she asked if he was single and wanted to go on a date as vividly as if he was re-living that moment a year and a half ago. He still felt bad about giving her some attitude, accepting with, “Fine, but don’t expect much out of it.” She still left with a smile that night. 

The day of their date, he stared at himself in the mirror for hours. He couldn’t decide how to style his hair or if it was better to just leave it messy. He never had the right clothes for something remotely nice. Just plain t-shirts, baggy pants and hoodies. He hated himself so much that day he almost skipped the date. But the want - the need to have someone next to him - won that war and he showed up fifteen minutes late. Luckily, she was still there. He found her sitting near the window of the restaurant she mentioned, sipping her drink so prettily. He could see her red lipstick from the car and was even more captivated when he walked in, seeing the deep red dress she wore, black heels to match. 

God, she was gorgeous, he thought. What chance did he have to score her? When she laid eyes on his form approaching, dressed in black, the only shade of red to be found on him was the laces of his shoes and his ears which were hidden under his hair (to his luck). She greeted him with a smile as if he wasn’t late at all. She complimented his outfit choice along with his tousled hair, from a previous small breakdown, saying he had that bad boy look going on and she dug it. He kept his usual tough attitude, replying that it wasn’t anything special and tried to play it off. He cussed himself out mentally, calling himself an idiot for being rude and thinking this was the start and end to the happiness he could have had. Instead, she simply giggled and nodded, changing the topic to ask about his car and his racing team. 

With that, their date flew by, and he found himself impressed with her car knowledge and the fact she wanted a Civic of her own and was looking at her options for different models. He found himself rambling on about his car and his skills and she listened with interest, leaning forward slightly as she munched on her food. Nodding along with him occasionally, she’d mention things she wanted to learn once she gets her car and get good enough to join a team. “Maybe good enough to snag a place on yours?” she’d questioned with a giggle. 

During their time that night Shingo hadn’t felt so relaxed in a long while. About halfway through the time they spent at the restaurant he got a sense that she wasn’t judging him or trying to dig into him for information that he didn’t want to give. It was nice for a change. He wouldn’t take no for an answer when she kept asking if she could at least pay for her half of the bill, or at least pay him back. All Shingo replied with as he put the cash on the tray and met her eyes was, “Just be quiet and look pretty.” He let out a small, amused hum when she cut herself off, blushing at his words and avoiding his gaze. 

Shingo offered to drive her home to which she gladly accepted, wanting to see what it was like inside of his car. She admired the way he glided smoothly through gears and steered as if the car was an extension of himself. Completely in tune. The rumble of the engine and exhaust created a calming background noise. Her attempts at subtly looking over at him were mediocre at best. Always turning her head slightly to get a better look at him was easily noticed. 

He didn’t want to say anything, however. It felt nice that someone wanted to look at him for more than just conversation. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but wonder if she was also looking to gauge if she truly liked him or not. Sure, she was looking at him all night while they talked, but now that he had to focus more on driving, she could think about that option with a side profile of himself. 

What he didn’t know however was the fact she was admiring how he was both cute and hot with that curved nose of his. The way it smoothly and subtly curved outward, the thinness of it made it appear more beaked. It was cute watching him scrunch his nose while he talked about something that annoyed him, like the leader of his team. It fit him so well, along with the small upward curve at the outside corners of his eyes. It gave them the illusion of being permanently half-lidded, as if he was always glaring, annoyed, or tired. 

Minutes later, he pulled onto the shoulder of the road in front of her house. She gathered her bag and opened the door before turning towards him. “Thank you for tonight, you were great.” She gave him a quick kiss on the lower bridge of his nose, just above the tip before hopping out of the car and quickly heading inside, cheeks red. Shingo sat there for a solid minute, stunned by her small action. He could feel heat where her lips were for only a split second and lightly rubbed at that spot, before shaking his head and pulling back onto the road. His face felt like it was on fire and the quick image of her kissing his nose replayed in his mind the whole way home. 

Shingo snaps out of his daydream when he hears snapping in front of him, locking eyes with the guy next to him. “You good, man? Spaced out for a solid couple minutes there.” 

“Yeah, yeah, just thinkin’.” He waved him off, taking a sip of his now lukewarm coffee. “Y’all wanna head out or what?” He threw back the rest of the coffee like he was taking a shot of alcohol, looking ready to leave. Everyone nodded in agreement, leaving their share of the payment before returning to their cars. Eventually reaching the top of Myogi, passing through dozens of spectators, Shingo pulled away from his team’s single-file line after finding his girlfriend’s black EG6 and parking next to it. 

He caught her talking with her best friend near the vending machine, both laughing and making hand gestures about whatever it was they were likely gossiping about while sipping on canned coffee. He noticed Takeshi walking over to the two girls, seeing as he parked closest to them. They appeared to be greeting him nicely, her friend waving and (Y/N) giving him a nod. 

The way Nakazato seemed to be focusing his attention on Shingo’s girl more over her friend was starting to piss him off. As if Shingo and Takeshi didn’t have enough beef with each other, now the guy wanted to chat up his girlfriend like the most casual thing in the world? Shingo was always the one who would watch how girls admired him like he was as big a hotshot as Ryosuke and Keisuke Takahashi. They’d watch him with hearts in their eyes and if any even tried to talk to him he’d always be polite about it. That only made the girls fall for him more and act like they made a fan club in Takeshi’s name. 

They put him on such a high pedestal that it left Shingo feeling like he was at the bottom of the totem pole, despite being the NightKids second best racer. All the time and effort he had to dedicate, the sweat and blood he put into perfecting his techniques felt like jack shit compared to the way people admired and complimented Takeshi. Even guys respected Nakazato’s skill and the only things people would spread about Shingo was his deadly driving style, which he loved as it gave him an intimidating aura, then to a laughingstock after his loss with the 8-6. It was back to square one with the name calling, the jokes, the insults, all of it. Even after Takeshi lost to the 8-6, it was spread around that the Black Lightning of Myogi lost to an 80’s Corolla, but he was still deemed as an excellent driver and had people surprised someone as good as Takeshi could lose. 

Shingo, though? Almost everyone had their bets on the 8-6. 

The only person who truly backed him was his girl. The night before that race they had lied in bed together and she brought up all the ideas she could to help him put together strategies if his main one didn’t work. The frequent accentuations of telling him to be careful with the gumtape and to memorize the pass for less of a chance of a fuck up. 

He thought back to that race as he sat on the hood of his car, his eyes still trained on Takeshi and (Y/N) a distance away but turning into a zoned-out expression. 

All she ever did was look out for him, help him with ways to improve and get better. And what did he do? Rammed himself into a guardrail like an idiot. He didn’t expect anyone to come looking for him after he wrecked and the Trueno continued onward. When he saw the headlights of Iketani’s S13 turn around the corner, and the SpeedStars rushing to check on him, Shingo felt pathetic. He had never been so embarrassed or ashamed in his life and it was his own fault. The humiliation was extraordinary. 

He didn’t have the nerve to look them in the eyes after talking such a big game about beating the 8-6. With how forgiving Iketani and his team were about taking him to the hospital and explaining that it’s the racer’s code to look out for one another, opponent or not, Shingo only thought of how disappointed and livid (Y/N) was going to be if she heard about it. When she heard about it. He couldn’t keep it from her. He didn’t want her hearing about his fuck up through rumours and other people’s words. She deserved to hear it from him straight up. 

Holding his wrist in pain, he looked out at the city beyond the pass, asking Iketani to “make a call on one of their cells real quick.” Kenji handed him a phone and he dialed her number. 

She couldn’t make it to his race because she had gone to visit family after not seeing them for some time and they planned a gathering. He understood completely. He may have been somewhat jealous she had as loving a family as she did, but when she introduced him to them, they treated him like one of their own. Sure, his parents were fine and treated him right, but he noticed that Western families show more love and appreciation for one another, and their children more than Japanese families do. They outwardly say “I love you” to her, meanwhile his parents never did, but still showed their affection and love in different, smaller ways. Still, it never felt thorough to Shingo. 

With each ring of the phone as he waited for her pick up, his dread rose even further until it cut off and she answered with a slightly confused “Hello?” 

“Hey, babe… it’s me.” He said somewhat quietly, facing away from the other guys, even though they gave him space to talk privately. “You okay? Did something happen?” He let out a short breath through his nose, the smallest of smiles on his face knowing she could see, and hear, right through him. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m alright pretty much. Race didn’t end well and I… I uh wrecked. A bit.” His face, red as his Civic and hot in shame, his eyes diverting to the road. 

“What? How? What happened? Are you hurt?” she questioned quickly, not waiting for a reply as she grabbed her car keys, and he could hear them on the other end of the phone. 

“Baby, it’s okay, you don’t need to come over here, I just fucked up my wrist a bit. I just… didn’t want you to find out from other people spreading rumours and shit. Felt like you deserve to know right away.” His voice held a sad, depressive tone, his eyes falling on the beat up Civic not even ten feet away. Shingo was terrified that if she saw his car and knew it was his fault that he wanted to play dirty, he’d lose her in an instant. Everything they had - he had - would be gone in moments and he’d be alone again. 

“You still on Akina?” She asked, some metal sounds clanking in the background of the phone and some voices he couldn’t make out any sentences to. “Yeah. It was gonna take me a bit to move the car and uh-” 

“Good. Stay there, I’ll be over in thirty minutes.” Before he could ask or even reply she hung up just as the sound of her car turned on. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, unsure of what was going to happen when she arrived. Handing the phone back to Kenji, he told them that his girlfriend was on the way, and it was best he stayed there to wait for her, adding that they didn’t need to wait with him. 

He felt like a fool enough being a royal dick to them, wanting to dig his own grave just to crawl into it when they said they don’t mind waiting with him and can help clean up the leaking oil and broken pieces of his light fixtures. They assured him he could chill out and take it easy on his arm, so they handled the oil leak from the Civic’s front end then brushed up the busted headlight and taillight pieces with a small brush Iketani kept in the S13 for his interior. 

Shingo was trying his best to keep the second stream of tears from flowing in front of the guys. Sitting sideways in the passenger seat of his civic, legs hanging out of the doorway as his hands rested on his lap, he soon heard the distant rumbling of a Civic engine. Shingo and the SpeedStars raised their heads at the noise, seeing his girlfriend pull up in front of the battered red Civic and stopping, as if taking in the damage. 

She lays eyes on Shingo who looks completely defeated. She notices how he doesn’t look up at her car after the initial attention of who was approaching. 

Iketani jogs over to the driver's side, and she rolls down her window. “Hey! He doesn’t seem as bad as the crash looks. Seems like just his wrist is banged up and the car isn’t drivable. He had an oil leak somewhere in the front, but we cleaned up the mess, so others won’t run over it.” 

“Right. Thank you for that, sorry about the trouble.” She replied, grateful but somber. “I got a trailer with me so I can take his car with us.” Iketani nodded and offered his and Kenji’s help with setting up the trailer in front of the EG. Once done, she connected a hook to the Civic to be pulled by a motor and onto the trailer. Shingo could barely watch the depressing sight as he stood there, feeling like a fish out of water. 

With the Civic strapped to the trailer and the guys helping (Y/N) turn around to face the downhill she called for Shingo to get in the car, thanking the SpeedStars once more for the help before they headed back to the S13. She turned toward Shingo, seeing him struggle to click the seatbelt into place. Gently taking it from him, she settled him in before gently taking his right arm and lifting it to inspect the damage. 

She noticed him wince slightly before asking, “What happened, Shin?” she averted her gaze back down to his wrist, seeing the traces of bruising becoming slowly apparent. It took him a minute before he hesitantly answered with a quiet, “It was the gumtape deathmatch… it’s not that bad, I’ll be fine…” 

She hummed in thought at his words. Gently releasing his arm, she put the car in gear and started down the pass. The more she drove down the windy road of Akina, the more she realized, “Something doesn’t add up, Shingo. I’ve seen you do this so many times before and you’ve never done this; you’re too good for that, you’ve said it yourself you’ve trained for hours upon hours to master it, whether it's on Myogi or somewhere else. What really happened?” her tone was light, knowing he wasn’t in the best state now, and she’s never seen him so defeated before. She sees him slouch into the seat more out of her peripheral vision, making himself smaller. 

Making it to the bottom of the pass and catching a stoplight, she takes the chance to turn towards him, looking him in his eyes that almost appear… guilty? She didn’t know for sure. “What did you do, Shin? This isn’t like you.” Her tone turned concerned. She’s only ever witnessed her man like this once and that was over a year ago. She had to know what happened at that race. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, brokenly. Even after the light had changed colour and the car moved once more, it’s all he could say. Like a broken record on repeat. She was beginning to get scared at what had made him so terrified. Was the crash that bad? The only damage was to the lights along with a leak somewhere. It couldn’t have been that traumatizing. The guardrail looked stable and sturdy, barely a dent in it. 

“Hey, hey, I’m not angry baby, okay? I just want to know what happened. You did something, that much is clear, but you need to tell me what that was. I mean, sure I may be pissed some because I could have lost you. If that guardrail was the least bit weak where you hit it, it could have broken apart and you’d be dead. I don’t want- I can’t even think about what that would’ve looked like if that rail broke on you. But… I understand that these kinds of dangers come with racing, especially on narrow mountain courses. It rough and scary, I know, and that’s why I’m trying to be as understanding as I can here, so just bear with me, alright?” 

The thoughts racing through Shingo’s mind had him lost and confused. Shaking his head at her words, he didn’t know what to say or how to say it. ‘Even after all I’ve done and put her through, she still cares about me? Heh…bullshit Shingo, the minute I tell her anything she’d leave, fuckin’ run away, and be repulsed just at the sight o’ me.’ He thought to himself. 

Jolted from his thoughts at a gentle squeeze on his bicep, he sees the entrance to a hospital. “C’mon, let's get your wrist looked at. Can’t go home like this.” She unclicked his belt for him and got out of the car. He sighed deeply, the guilt weighing all the heavier on him now. The overbearing weight on his shoulders had them drooping down in reality. They silently walked together into the hospital as she checked him in with the receptionist. The visit was short, having had a quick X-ray done and his hand and wrist wrapped in a cast then arm situated in a sling. He felt pathetic beyond all rational reason. The mere fact his girl had to see him like this on top of it all was indescribable. 

He tried to hide the small tears that once again escaped the corners of his eyes once they reached her car. The sight of his Civic sitting on the trailer hurts his heart. But once again, the mere idea of her leaving him once all hell breaks loose at his inevitable explanations is going to damage his soul. The drive to their apartment was silent, but not entirely tense. He was both grateful and dreading the fact they arrived home quickly. Each step up the stairs felt heavier than the last and he glanced up at his girlfriend in front of him for a split second before his eyes glued themselves to the floor once again, a silent sigh leaving his lips. 

Entering the apartment and hearing (Y/N) lock the door felt more trap-like than anything. ‘No escaping it now,’ he thought. A gentle hand landed on his upper back, silently guiding him to their bedroom where she motioned for him to sit on the bed. Sitting on her side, she crossed her legs and faced him as his back rested uncomfortably against the wall. He felt wrong for leaning back so casually in a time like this, but he couldn’t find it in himself to have the strength to sit up. 

“Talk to me, Shingo. Please. I haven’t seen you like this in so long, it’s honestly starting to scare me. What’s worrying you so much?” she asked, a long pause in-between before she added a “You know what…” and his heart sank. 

“How about we start from the beginning? From the start of the race up to right now, okay?” she eyed him almost desperately. The sight of him like this, so weak and vulnerable, tore at her heartstrings. She felt slightly relieved when he nodded his head lightly. He inhaled, mouth slightly open as if to speak, but pausing for a moment, thinking of how to put his words together before she finally heard him speak in over an hour, “The race started out fine. Up until that corner. I guess- I got too full of myself. Thought I was some invincible guy who could finally beat the 8-6 and… when I realized I wasn’t going to, like everyone else, I figured it would’ve been better to protect my pride over just losing a race.” 

When he paused, she cut the silence with “And what method did you use to try and protect your pride?” 

“If I couldn’t win, I didn’t want Fujiwara to, either. So…” he raised his good hand to his head, hiding half his face with it and his fingers grip into the loose strands of his hair as he started to shake a bit, more tears threatening to fall in guilt and fear, “I was gonna have both of us wreck. I fucked that up big time. Being wrapped up in my head I didn’t see the right turn coming up and swung left. Missed the 8-6 completely, grinded the side of the car against the guardrail and clipped it. Ended up ricocheting off it and rear-ended the guardrail.” By now the man before her had tears streaming down his cheeks. He waited for the laughing or the yelling to start about how much of an idiot he was, that he never learns, never thinks about the consequences. 

However, that never came. She scooted closer to him sitting to the left of his legs. “Never do that again, do you understand me?” Her tone was firm but, in a way, still gentle, still caring. He nodded quickly, taking in the feeling of her running her hand along his good arm, giving it reassuring squeezes. This continued for several minutes as she mulled over his racing tactics. Something about it seemed familiar. Like she’d heard of some other racer going around and bumping into cars. Specifically, any that weren’t FF layouts… “Shingo?” 

“Mhmm.” He hummed weakly. “Remember a while back when I asked you about that rumour of someone in a Civic that went around tapping other people’s bumpers? That was you, wasn’t it?” The way she asked told him she knew the answer to that question. She could practically see him deflate when she figured it out. “Don’t do that Shingo.” She made him look up at her, her hand holding his chin. “You can’t fool me completely. Or at least not for long. Who else in Gunma drives a red Civic?” 

He looks into her eyes for the first time in hours and it makes him want to cry harder. The way the moonlight bounces off them and brightens them as they stare at him so softly, so lovingly despite all the bullshit he’s done. “I didn’t want you to know that part of me. I know I’m an ass, I know I do stupid things…” he hiccupped, his chest beginning to tremble once more, “but the day you asked me about that I just couldn’t risk losing you to something I’ve done. Of being repulsed by me.” 

His sobbing only got worse the longer he had to confess and explain himself, even with (Y/N) trying to be as understanding as possible and seeing her man so beat up about some racing moves hurt her at the sight. Sure, they’re dirty tricks, but no one’s gotten hurt, and she has heard of others who have pulled far more life-endangering tactics than this. The fact he’s getting worse is largening her concern by the minute. Lightly cupping his face to get his attention, he just shakes his head, staring past her, repeating “I can’t say anymore, I can’t,” his voice cracking like a scratched record. 

She asks why with such a heartbroken expression on her soft face. “Cause I’ll lose you if I do.” His voice cracks and he finally caved in when she hugged him tightly, being mindful of his bad arm. Her hold is tight. Protective. Reassuring. Loving. “I’m not going anywhere Shingo.” (Y/N)’s voice even began to crack as she teared up at the utter despair she was witnessing. Using his good arm, he pulls her on top of him as best as possible to hug her in a straightened position. His head drops onto her shoulder as he shakes, sobbing almost violently. 

Her fingers run soothingly through his hair in attempt to calm him down when he chokes out “I’m such a fucking idiot, I can’t even hold you properly. So fucking pathetic.” She didn’t say anything, instead shaking her head against the side of his and resting her hand protectively at the back of it. After a while his sobs and shakes died down slowly until there were none left. Having worn himself out from crying he fell asleep in her arms. Gently pulling away from him, she slowly lied him down comfortably in bed, covering him and lightly adjusting his arm. She ghosted her thumbs over his face, wiping away the nearly dried tears and smoothing out his features to relax. 

She quickly did her nightly routine, changing into comfortable sleeping clothes before joining him, lightly hooking her leg over his out of habit. She must make up for the physical touch somehow since she can’t cuddle up against his bad arm. Falling asleep rather quickly from the whole ordeal allowed for an easy sleep until morning. 

Being the first to wake, she made coffee, bringing two mugs and water with her. Setting them on the nightstand beside her, she climbed back into bed, watching how peacefully her boyfriend was sleeping with small sips. She was halfway done with her first cup when he finally stirred awake, his normally half lidded eyes, even more closed than usual, but open nonetheless, met hers. His eyebrows contorted in confusion when he processed that she was still here. 

“Hi baby.” She smiled at him, taking a sip of her coffee. “Feeling a little better?” 

“I guess.” He sat up, a leg bent on the bed and the other arched over it. His left elbow rested on his arched knee, his arm hanging limply outward. “Didn’t think you’d still be here.” His voice was hoarse yet quiet. 

“Of course I would. I told you; I’m not leaving. This isn’t the end of the world, Shin. We all fuck up big time at some point. Don’t beat yourself up so much over this. Everything that happened, it’s fixable, it’s replaceable, nothing was truly lost, alright? Now, here, drink this, you sound like a dying horse.” She spoke light-heartedly, handing him a bottle of water after unscrewing the cap. “I have work today in a little bit, so I set up some stuff for you to make it easy on your arm. Don’t try and do anything big around here, ‘kay?” She took his head in her free hand and pressed a kiss on his forehead before going to get ready. 

He watched her go about her routine as if the events of last night never happened. It was both relieving and confusing to him. Ever the enigma, she was. He wanted to believe so badly that she was right, and it was fine to just let it go. But the weighing feeling of having let her down so heavily, having been so stupid for something that could’ve been easily avoided, nagged at the back of his mind continuously. 

He was so lost in thought he barely noticed her come back in to say goodbye, leaving with another loving kiss on his nose and exiting their apartment. When Shingo heard her car start, he turned his head towards the window, seeing her drive off with his own Civic still in tow. She knew he wanted it fixed, but that was going to cost a fortune at this rate. Having to stop work for his injury was going to cut his paychecks off for a while and she was the backbone of everything now. 

He never thought the consequences of one crash would be so large and affect them for so long. This continued for weeks. Yet she remained as understanding and loving as ever. Over time, his mental state was getting better, albeit slowly. His arm was healing well, only having it wrapped with firm bandages a little over a month later. He was at least able to make himself a bit more useful, keeping their place tidy and making most of the dinner for them by the time she got home. She’d always perch her head on his shoulder, watching him cook as her arms wrapped around his middle comfortably. 

“Y’know babe,” she’d start, Shingo knowing what she’d say next as she’s repeated at least once a week since he’s been stuck at home, “You’d make a nice househusband, hmmm?” she’d nudge his side just under the ribs knowing he was a bit ticklish there. He’d jerk at the feeling as she giggled, and he’d groan that she got him again. She’d peck his cheek quickly before scurrying off to shower and change. 

Over the duration of Shingo’s recovery, she had been as patient as she could with him, to help him see himself how she sees him, that he’s loved and to help him come to terms with his mistakes. She knew he still wasn’t in a good mindset and felt a bit guilty that a girl has her needs. She was hoping she could at least get him into it enough that she could also show him physically how much she loves him rather than saying the same words over and over through explanations. He needed to see it, feel it to understand. 

As they sat in bed, (Y/N) reading a manga quietly while Shingo leant against the headboard next to her, spaced out once more, she decided to take the chance to test the waters. Silently shutting the book and placing it on the nightstand, she turned towards her boyfriend, hooking her leg over his in their usual manner. Hugging him sideways, an arm wrapped behind his back and the other in front, she placed light kisses on his neck. She could feel him tense, and she stopped, resting her head on his shoulder and looking up at him. 

“Why would you still want to do that with me?” His voice was flat, unsure of what emotions he should be feeling. 

“Because. You’re my man and I chose you. And after these past weeks I feel it’s time for me to show you, properly, and remind you how much I love you, in all aspects… if you’ll let me?” she placed a gentle kiss on his jaw, giving his bicep and side a comforting squeeze. He responds hesitantly, his good hand resting lightly on her waist, scared that if he presses any further, she’ll vanish. “I don’t get it. How can you even want me like this after… that.” 

“Because I want to see you race again. I want to see that serious, focused look in your eyes as you haul ass down that pass. The way your arms flex and tense with shifting, turning the wheel, and just how much to use the handbrake. I wanna chase you again with our runs. I especially want you chasing me. That intimidating aura you and the car give off; it sends chills down me, Shin.” She mimics the chills effect by running her fingers down his chest and stomach, feeling him tense the muscles there. 

“Remember what you were like when you had that adrenaline? That sexy ass smirk you’d put on when you had a challenger. The way your voice got growly when you wanted to prove people wrong.” Her hands lightly traced along his neck, roaming to each place of him that she described. Her fingers left a trail of heat in their wake. Shingo shivered slightly when her fingers travelled down to his v-line. “Remember how you’d get when you’d show off your techniques to me in your car? You couldn’t even get to the bottom of the pass before I’d tell you to pull over and shut the car off. God, you are one hot son of a bitch, Shingo.” 

Her kisses trailed down to his collarbone, kissing the exposed skin to the rim of his shirt. She felt him squeeze her waist, his wrapped hand touching the other side. “You have no idea how much I love you.” As she continued to display her affection, he was conflicted about what he really wanted. He didn’t feel that he deserved so much attention like this but when he thought back to all the previous times, he had her calling his name like a melody, and twisting and bending her in delicious ways that she’d praise him to and beg for more, he always knew he was doing something right. Even after the last few weeks of having no intimacy he craved her touch more than anything, guilt be damned. 

His carnal mind told him to throw the baggage out the window and revel in his woman, but his conscious told him to smooth things over first, end this torturous mental state and get through the pain. Maybe, just maybe, if he put himself first, decided to be a little selfish and ignore the guilt for one night, to listen to his girl’s words and take them in, try to see her point of view, he’d get through it better. His hold on her waist tightened as he made up his mind by pulling her closer, forcing her to adjust her position and straddle his thighs. 

She hummed happily, knowing he accepted her, and she was going to damn well prove to him just how fucking perfect he was. “If you ever want me to stop, just say so, alright, baby? No questions asked.” She rose her head to plant a kiss on his nose, the same way she did since their first date. He nodded lightly, his thumbs lightly rubbing into her hips. “Good boy.” She smiled warmly before leaning in to give him a proper kiss. 

The passion she put into her movements was almost overwhelming instantly. Even if he didn’t kiss back with as much vigor, she didn’t pull away, didn’t let down. Her hands travelled back down to the hem of his burgundy t-shirt, spreading her fingers out to feel his upper half in full as she pushed his shirt up, breaking the kiss to pull it off him, still being mindful of his injured wrist. 

The second his shirt fell to the floor, her lips latched back onto his, the ghostly pressure of her snake bites pressing against his soft lips pulled a light sigh out of him. He always loved the way her piercings felt on his skin, even along his neck and chest, the small red metal loops never failed to elicit those lovely sounds from his throat. The second she got the chance to slip her tongue in past his parted lips, she pressed her tongue against his, the piercing on her wet muscle earning a low moan and a firmer grip on her hips. 

Her hands dropped to the waistband of his pants, lithe fingers ghosting down and over his slowly growing length. She whispered words of praise and details of him that she found beautiful; his eyes. Attractive; his face and body, his both adorable and unexplainably hot nose, and so much more that he was melting completely under her touch. She had him sighing and whimpering so prettily, his voice whispering her name as she took her time showing him just how much she wanted him. Just as she was about to hook her fingers in the waistband of his sweatpants, their eyes met and- 

“Yo, Shingo!” Growling in annoyance, his eyes snapped over to the guy who pulled him back to reality, his cigarette bent in half as well. “What.” The man approaching him put his hands up in surrender, surprised by the sudden hostility. 

“Nothin’ man, just wanted to see how things were going. You looked pretty spaced out there.” 

“Was going fine until you brought me back to the cesspool of reality.” Shingo took a long drag of his bent cigarette before stomping it out and breathing the smoke out through his nose in an annoyed sigh. His eyes landed back on his girl and her friend, seeing Nakazato still with them. Couldn’t have been more than a few minutes that he was daydreaming for, the race hadn’t even started yet. He kept his gaze directed on the three of them, picking up on how her friend stared at Takeshi almost dreamily like she does with the Takahashi Brothers as well. (Y/N) however, had her back completely to him so he couldn’t tell, but that annoyingly soft smile Takeshi was displaying pissed him off. 

He always kind of hated deep down that Takeshi seemed to have all the looks. Didn’t have a weird nose, had a defined, angular facial structure that the girl’s would lose their shit over, how his eyebrows complimented his eye’s shape, all of it. It was annoying. Then the day he got his “sweet 3-2” it’s like he became as much a bitch magnet as the Takahashi’s. 

But when Shingo and his girl got deeper into their relationship, he was surprised at how much she’d stare at him, complimenting his features, and then winking at him with play seduction before going back to what she was doing. He came around quickly with the fact she only had eyes for him and loved the way she’d give disgusted looks to random guys who tried talking her up before she simply pointed in Shingo’s direction so he could flip them off as he took a sip of his beer if it was at a bar. He’d always pick up on the way she smirked when he’d do that, always muttering in his ear a few minutes later how his “jealousy and bad boy attitude was fucking hot.” 

Deciding he had enough of the way Takeshi kept looking over to her, Shingo called him over. “Oi, Nakazato, come here for a ‘sec.” He motioned him over with the cigarette he just lit to calm his stress. Takeshi had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind; Shingo sounded eerily calm for a change. This can’t be good. The girls looked over, hearing Shingo’s voice and (Y/N) smiled at him with a little wave of her fingers before turning her attention back to her friend who’s now leaning an arm on her shoulder and pointing across the street at something. 

Takeshi approached Shingo, his hands in his pockets as he gave the Civic driver a nod in acknowledgement. “What’s up?” 

“Don’t you have anything better to do than hit up my girl?” Shingo gave him a pointed look of annoyance, his eyebrows arched as his eyes looked upward but his head barely moving, giving off a stronger aura of intimidation. 

“You know she’s on our team, Shingo. The least I can do is be nice and strike up some conversation like I do with the rest of the guys.” 

“You don’t give the guys that interested look you’ve been giving her for the last few minutes.” He paused, taking another drag of his cigarette, his tone remaining lower than usual, even with all the people chatting about. He didn’t want to draw attention and make a scene, potentially embarrassing his girlfriend if he had some outburst. Nah, this was strictly between him and Takeshi. 

“Listen, I’m not trying to start some kind of split or anything with you two, I’m just interested in her potential as a racer. You’ve been teaching her the gumtape techniques, right? I was surprised she’s been learning it quickly and having to retrain herself in her braking style. ‘Mean... I have been curious how you scored her anyway; I was going to ask her that...” The R32 driver scratched the back of his somewhat bashfully, his cheeks a faint pink. 

“Why the hell do you care so much about how I got her?” Shingo’s signature snarky tone resonated through his throat. Little did Takeshi know; it was her who got Shingo. 

“Uh, no reason really… just,” Takeshi looked away, slightly embarrassed, “she’s hot you know? And talented.” 

“Of course, I know she’s hot, dumbass, she’s my girlfriend.” He glared at Nakazato, not liking the idea of him staring at his woman so much. “So, if you’re done staring, which you should have been ages ago, why don’t you go try to pick up some other chick that ain’t my woman, huh.”  He snarled possessively. “Out of all the chicks around here that admire and fawn over you cause you’re ‘so talented’ and have a ‘cool car’ you have to lay your eyes on my girl?” 

Shingo noticed the way Takeshi side-eyed the road underneath them, (Y/N) did something similar when she knew she had been caught for something, whether it was for something light-hearted and playful or something serious. Shingo scoffed, “Seriously man? You seem to have all the women at your feet around here like you’re one of the fuckin’ RedSuns. Fuck, bro, you even have a thing for Sayuki even if she doesn’t like you and is a royal pain in the ass, can’t you go for someone else that isn’t (Y/N)?”  He took another inhalation of his cigarette, this time quicker with an angry inhale and exhale. 

“I’ll be damned if she has even the slightest notion of wanting to go for you. Just because you half-assedly gel your hair, listen to the same music bitches around here dig, and drive that shitty ass R32 doesn’t mean you can just walk in thinking you can win over my woman, got it?” he snarled viciously. He was seething and Takeshi could feel it rolling off the man in waves. Even his Civic, that sat silently, which he was sitting on the hood of seemed to be radiating a heavy form of malice that sent shivers down his spine. It was the same malicious aura Shingo and his ride radiated before the wreck and he still tapped bumpers. 

Despite the chilling waves he was getting from Shingo and his car, Takeshi could pick up on the physical tenseness in the man’s muscles. His position on the hood of the Civic with his ankle sitting on his knee, rigid arms hanging over his raised leg. His head was tilted to one side slightly to get a better look at Nakazato, eyeing him up with a glare. Was Shingo really that scared of losing his girlfriend to someone else? The sheer possessiveness was also borderline protective with the words he unleashed like a spitfire. Like he was justifying reasons as to why she wouldn’t want anyone else. “Piss off Nakazato, you ain’t gettin’ her.” He said in another eerily calm tone; it was his final warning. 

“Loud and clear, man. I promise I wasn’t trying to do anything; I just admire her driving capabilities. She learns quick is all – lets uh, just drop it, yeah? Sorry for bringing it up…” he raises his hands out of his pockets in surrender. 

Just when the tension felt like it was finally going to die down and both men could get a second of peace and breathing room, one of the spectators noticed the two NightKids together. Approaching the two racers with his couple of buddies in tow, he speaks up. 

“Aye, Shingo, how ‘ya been recovering man? Heard about that run in with the 8-6 during y’all’s race. How’d you lose to that junkheap and turn your car into one in the process?” he chuckled along with his buddies, looking back at them as they did so. The asshole wasn’t quiet with his announcement, gaining the sharp attention of Shingo’s girlfriend, not even fifty feet away. She watched silently, her head nearly turned all the way around while her body stayed put, like an owl stalking its prey without moving. As the idiot kept talking about Shin’s most recent fuck ups, she silently handed her coffee to her friend, turning fully and slowly stalking over with dark eyes, upper half and tilted head almost unmoving in contrast to her strides. The three men still cackling didn’t notice her at first until she stood right next to one of the guys on the left of the ‘leader’ of the group. 

Feeling a presence next to him, he looked over to see a girl dressed in all black consisting of a punkish jacket, ripped jeans and combat boots, jumping back towards his friends at the sudden appearance. Her lip rings glinting red from the streetlamps and belt chains glistening and clinking slightly as she adjusted her hands in her pockets. Her eyes were narrow and dark, head tilted ominously as she stared up at them much like Shingo did to Takeshi. Being shorter than them in height, she found it to be a useful fear tactic. A few strands of her hair landed on her cheek, partially covering her eye. What freaked them out further was the fact she hadn’t blinked since she made eye contact with them. Her unblinking eyes then flicked to the so-called leader of the trio, daring him to speak. 

Meanwhile, Shingo and Takeshi watched from the side. Takeshi could feel her silent anger, it nearly mimicked the same that came off Shingo not moments earlier. Shingo, however, smiled with amusement. The way these assholes talked a lot of shit, acting like the hottest motherfuckers around, only to start shitting themselves at his short goth girlfriend. Deep down he was grateful she always acted quickly to defend him. 

“Would you be so kind as to fucking repeat that again? I’d love to hear it once more only to cut you off as I castrate those pathetic things you call balls. With. A. Spoon.” Her tone was low, deep, and her speech eerily proper for such an insult. She smiled at them, and they could’ve called it innocent if not for her eyes, murderous posture, and choice of words. 

They quickly stuttered out apologies as they scrambled over each other trying to run off anywhere that wasn’t near her. Shingo stood up from his place on the hood, to come up beside her, wrapping his right arm around her back to rest his hand on the side of her hip, squeezing lightly as a silent notion to walk with him. She smiled warmly towards him, no longer holding hidden malice. Sneaking her left hand in his front right pants pocket to hold onto him they walked over to her friend who was snickering at the whole ordeal, calling them idiots and looking like deer in headlights that had enough brain cells left to run. 

When it was announced that the race was coming to an end soon and the competitors only had a few more corners to cover, Shingo leaned into his girl’s ear. “Hey baby, why don’t we head out first and turn the downhill into a practice run for ‘ya, hmm? Go set up the tape n’ our phones, yeah? I’ll catch up to you in a minute and watch your form.” Kissing the shell of her ear, he handed her his phone and his keys. She nodded excitedly, practically prancing over to their matching EGs. 

Sitting in the passenger seat of Shingo’s car she pulled the gumtape out of the glovebox cutting off two long strips. She called his phone with hers, pressing the answer button putting them both on speaker, then attaching the tape to the front of their phones, sticking his to the dashboard securely above the air vents. Doing the same to her phone in her car, she threw Shingo’s keys back at him as he reached the front of his car, talking with a few of the NightKids he was cool with. 

Glancing over to her, he gave her a small swing of his head in the direction of the downhill with a cigarette dangling between the smirk he wore. She nearly giggled to herself as she hopped in her sleek black EG. Starting the car and exiting the parking lot slowly, avoiding the spectators still present, she pulled onto the road, the ecstatic sound of her engine reverberating through the pass. Shingo finished up his small talk with the boys, putting out his cigarette and starting the car, he peeled out of the parking lot, speeding along to catch up to his girl. 

As (Y/N) cleared the first few corners she could see people on the sidelines ahead turning their heads in her direction as she sped the car around the corners and straightaways. Some commented about having never seen a black EG6 around Gunma before, let alone Myogi. After she had passed around the next corner, another Civic engine was heard, it was louder and the occasional backfire from the exhaust could be heard. The scarlet FR Killer drifted around the tight corner before recovering flawlessly, gaining speed and repeating the same maneuver. The dark aura it gave off as its headlights blinded the spectators' eyes, sent chills down their spines as they realized Shingo may not like having another EG6 to compete with locally. 

Soon, his headlights appeared in her rearview mirrors, and she sighed in relief that he finally showed up. She was starting to get nervous and felt like she was going to mess up a corner if she kept handbraking to drift like she was. It always terrified her that it was going to spin out by using the handbrake to drift instead of the wheels like everyone else. He began closing the gap quickly and she felt giddier the closer he got. 

The fact so many people were present put her under pressure as well. She braked and turned the wheel left, gripping around a corner, but slower than she did just last night. “You can take these corners a little faster baby, you’ll be fine.” She heard Shingo’s voice softly say from her phone’s speaker. Looking in her mirror again she saw his headlights getting bigger and could make out a bit of red. 

“I know… this many people here are making me nervous… feel like I’m gonna fuck up. And the drifting still bothers me.” She sighed out, stepping on the gas at the start of the straightaway. His lights disappeared for a split second before shining back after a drift around the corner she just passed. At this point, almost everyone still on the sidelines watched the two EGs get closer together and they felt that same bone chilling aura come off the red one. 

“Man, Shoji’s getting mad close to that other EG, you think he’s gonna tap the bumper like he does with the others?” one guy exclaimed, worried he was going to pull the move and they’d end up getting hit by the black mass of the new Civic. The word spread quickly down the pass with walkie talkies and phone calls that the NightKids second best was tailing behind the black Civic. All sorts of assumptions that he was reverting to his old ways of bumping into cars to make them lose control became the topic of the spectators. “But the black one is also an FF, it wouldn’t lose control that easily, bumped or not, right?” some would ask, others replying with, “If the driver isn’t skilled enough, anyone’s gonna spin out and lose control at a high-speed corner.” 

The mass had mixed emotions, some being excited to see the FR Killer in action, and others worried someone was going to wreck and slam into a guardrail, taking others with them. As the two civics gained on the next corner, Shingo’s front bumper was at least only a few inches away from (Y/N)’s rear. “When we drift on this corner, pull the brake gently and only about a fourth of the way up to start, push it down some then back up again to hold the drift alright, baby?” Shingo instructed and she replied with a soft “Okay.” 

They braked at the same time, entering their drifts in tandem. The crowd at the corner nearly shit themselves thinking Shingo had hit her, but someone called out with, “Holy shit, they’re drifting as close together as the Takahashi’s can!” The side of their car’s only inches apart and they recovered from the drift once again at the same time, and he held his position close behind her. Their engines roaring and growling in roughly the same tunes as they upshifted, accelerating down the short straightaway before repeating another drift. 

“Damn it. I messed up those corners, Shinnn!” she whined, complaining that her line was off slightly. She heard him chuckle at the other end, “You did fine, hot stuff. You recovered outta that pretty well. Just keep goin’, I’m right behind ‘ya.” 

“I feel like with you so close I’m gonna mess up a drift or something and take you with me. This handbrake stuff is kinda freaky, you sure we can’t drift with all the wheels like FRs if we put enough power in it to slide?” 

“Nope. The slide comes from the brake; most effective way to drift our cars, sweetheart.” She groaned once more, him chuckling at her cute complaints. 

When they reached the longest straight away of Myogi, he jerked the wheel to get in the lane beside her and line up their cars. He looked over at her, giving her one of those rare softish smirks she only ever saw when they were alone. She grinned, sticking her tongue out at him before locking eyes back on the road with a giggle. Rolling his eyes, he did the same and the crowd at the upcoming corner widened their eyes at the four headlights rapidly approaching them. “Why the hell are they next to each other now?! Neither can make a pass, the road’s too narrow here!” 

“Shingo’s pissed, isn’t he? He seriously wants this guy off his home course.” Funny how no one outside of the cars knew of the little spectacle seconds prior and that Shingo’s supposed rival was a woman, let alone his girlfriend. “You’d think he’d appreciate another FF in the area, an EG6 on top of it, but damn, he’s really gotta be the best, huh?” 

“Stay at the speed you’re goin’ and grip around the first half of this corner then pull the handbrake up almost halfway, release it, up again at a fourth, then down again. You know the wheel’s gonna give you that resistance, just keep pulling it right in small jolts, not too far though. Keep that left hand on your shifter and shift up to fifth just as you’re coming out of the corner, got it?” he instructed a bit more seriously, seeing as this was the largest corner on Myogi as well, providing the means for a longer drift. Replying with a quick “yeah,” Shingo braked first, taking his place back behind her and moving to the outside line, he copied her movements, watching her technique like a hawk and seeing her pull off a perfect drift and keeping the wheel resistance at bay beautifully. “Atta girl, baby.” he said proudly. 

She smiled at his words, shifting to fifth gear and pulling out of the corner in tandem with him. The crowd’s jaws were to the floor, slowly looking at one another in disbelief. “Why do I feel like they’re working together…?” and “Man, I’ve got chills. I thought we were gonna die for a minute” came from several people. 

Looking in her mirror, eyes landing on Shin’s Civic, she visibly relaxed. The sight of his car behind her always gave her comfort and reassurance when she was pushing her practices like this. He’s only ever bumped into her once and it helped to stabilize her when she began sliding too tightly. It was a practice night like this, no one on the pass and she started to turn into a corner too sharply, knowing she couldn’t pull herself out of it, he sped up just enough to tap the part of her bumper that was closest to him on the outside just before she started to slide and her car regained its grip on the road from straightening out some. 

Since then, knowing he’s behind her and sensing if she does something too quickly or tightly, he’s there to buffer her. It was funny knowing the mere sight of his car in others’ mirrors meant trouble but to her it was a sign that her man had her back. 

It didn’t take much longer for them to reach the end of the pass, and continue into the city, slowing down to the speed limits. They made small talk over the phone speakers, arriving home within minutes. Parking and taking the tape off their phones, they exit and lock the cars, heading up the stairs to their apartment. The second they cross the threshold of the door and the sound of it locking resonates, Shingo’s hands are on her hips, rubbing down to the back of her thighs and up to hold her ass. Squeezing the soft flesh he loves to revel in, she tilts her head up to look at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, holding her wrists. 

“Something on your mind, sir?” she smirked knowingly, her eyes flicking between his own and his mouth as she bit her bottom lip, one of her lip rings disappearing behind her teeth in the way that drives him crazy. 

“Call me that again and we’ll see where it gets you.” He growled, lowering his head to nip at her neck, his hands gripping the soft plush of her rear once more as she whispers his name with a drawl. Lifting her up, her legs instinctively wrap around his thin waist, and she can immediately feel the boner in his pants rubbing against her as he took them to their room. Dropping her back first into the bed, he hovered over her, intertwining a hand with hers as their lips met feverishly. “You are…” a deep kiss “so fucking hot…” another laced with tongue “when you drive.” He finished, breathily between kisses. Their tongues danced roughly, (Y/N)’s tongue piercing drew out the most enticing of moans from the man above her. 

His hand travelled quickly to the hem of her shirt, lifting it up and over her head, then quickly unhooking her bra, throwing it across the room. His lightly calloused fingers were already working at the button of her jeans and the zipper, yanking them down by the thighs as she helped kick them off, bending forward to take her socks off with them. Leaving her in only lacy red panties, she smiled up innocently at him, seeing his mouth looking like it wanted to water at the sight. 

“Got a little surprise for you, Shin.” His eyes flicked up to hers in curiosity, silently prompting her to reveal it. She flipped onto her stomach revealing that it was his name in the form of English letters, strung across the top string of her panties, like a charm bracelet, the letters were covered in small diamonds. He nearly came in his pants from the sight alone. Looking over her shoulder, she watched his reaction. Biting her lip as he reached out run his fingers over the letter and lace, he growled out, “You’re really making it difficult to not rip these off of you.” 

“Well, I intend on wearing them again, so if you take them off nicely, you can have me any way you’d like.” She said with that mind-fucking seductive tone. Inhaling deeply, he did as she said, with much restraint. Taking hold of her thighs he began to twist them, silently telling her to turn back over. She made herself comfortable, lying back down, hair splayed around her head. Shingo knelt and hooked her thighs over his shoulders, spreading them out just a bit further before he hummed, pleased with the sight before him, he dove in, licking a flat stripe up her clit. Hearing her gasp for a breath was only the start of his motivation. Digging his fingers into the muscle of her thighs, he changed his game, pointing his tongue to push into her, curling it up, swirling, and licking repeatedly. Each time her thighs tensed, he’d rub his thumbs against them, a silent command she’s come to learn to relax them. 

Curling his tongue up, he pushed it inward, pressing against her clit, earning him a string of delicious moans and whimpers of his name from her pretty throat. He knew his woman inside and out. He would have her convulsing within minutes as he kept up his ministrations. Her thighs would tense and relax occasionally, her hands tugging at his dark hair, especially when he prodded at certain areas. 

“Shingo.” She huffed out, her pants continuing and growing heavier as she neared closer to release. When he started thrusting his tongue in and retracting outward with an upward curl, her whines grew, thighs tensed to the point no rubbing was going to relax them, and her fingers tangled tightly in his hair. 

His signature high pitched chuckle emitted from the back of his throat as he eagerly lapped up her release, kneading her thighs as he hummed at the sweet taste of her. Her sweet moans and whines were music to his ears. Pulling away from her as her convulsions lessened to nothingness, he wiped the remaining bits around his mouth with his thumb before sucking it off, eyes half-lidded as he held her gaze. 

“Look at you. All fucked out and we barely started, pretty girl. You want more o’ me?” he hovered over her once again, gently brushing strands of her hair out of her face, soaking in her features and cloudy eyes. She nodded almost tiredly, mumbling “Always want you, Shin. ‘M never gonna get enough of you.” Her pouty voice and the way her arms lift tiredly to reach for his forearms, holding onto him limply, made his dick twitch, reminding him how painfully constricted he was. 

“Move up and get comfy baby girl, you know damn well you’re gonna take all of me.” Pushing himself upright, he grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling it up his back and over, stripping himself of it completely. (Y/N) was nearly drooling at the lovely sight. No matter how many times she’s seen him take his shirt off that way daily, it always sparked many thoughts in the wide and deep rabbit hole that was her mind. 

She barely processed how quickly he freed himself of his pants and tight boxers before crawling on top of her, the sensation of his deliciously hard cock rubbing against her soaked folds pulling her from her light daze. Instinctively, she hooked her leg over his calf, a known sense of comfort and closeness she’d come to love so easily. His lips kiss across the collarbone she has the Kanji of his name tattooed on. Being there when she got it, it’s his favourite tattoo of hers. So much in fact, he purposely nips and bites and sucks at the skin next to it, leaving his mark on her soft skin as he pushes himself into her slowly. Breathing deeply, she squeezes his arm with one hand and claws at his back with the other. “Relax, babe… squeezin’ me too tight.” He strained out, breath hot against her skin. 

Stopping his movements he waited until she relaxed enough before grasping her hip and bottoming out inside her in one large thrust. The loud moan she rewarded him with was sure to wake the neighbors, but he didn’t give a shit. He had to reward his girl for driving so well earlier. Give her some more motivation to practice even harder tomorrow night. “Fuck, you always take me so well, don’t ‘cha sweet girl?” she nodded quickly, wanting more and wiggling her hips to gain even the slightest friction. 

Giving into her wishes, and his own, he set his usual rough and fast pace. What he may lack slightly compared to others in girth and length he certainly makes up for with skill and that slight upward curve that hits her g-spot head on within seconds. Her head tilts back further into the pillow, eyes half-lidded and rolling to the back of her head as she moans Shingo’s name, though quieter than the first time. Her nails claw deeper into his back, leaving red marks, even drawing small bits of blood in some spots as he whimpers out “Fuck baby, God, this pussy was made for my cock.” His whimpers turned to loud whines as he continued to pump inside of her, his words, sounds and the feeling of his cock overwhelming her as she clenches around him and he releases a higher pitched groan, his fingers digging further into her hip, the other taking a gentle hold around her throat. His thumb lightly rubs the side of her neck, and she opens her mouth partially, the small tip of her tongue protruding just past her teeth to bite it at the lovely feeling of her new necklace starting to gently squeeze but not cut off airflow. Her eyes roll back once more, this time the full whites of her eyes showing, a breathy whine vibrating against his hand. 

Recognizing the familiar pattern of her walls fluttering and clenching against him on top of the sudden pants and deep breaths she takes in, he rolls his hips, getting a slightly deeper thrust in earning a hiccup from her. “S-Shin…” she stuttered his name several times, not being able to say it completely. “I know baby, you’ll get to cum soon. Hold out a little longer for me, yeah?” his words turned raspy, along with his breathy groans. 

“I can’t. I can’t Shin… wanna cum, please.” Small tears threatened to fall at the corners of her eyes when he increased his brutal pace. It felt like he was hitting places deeper than she thought existed. “Heh. Look at that baby,” He panted a few times, “really were made for me, weren’t ‘cha? Can see myself a bit in you.” His words confused her hazy mind, she turned her head to the side, to see what he meant, her side vision not catching anything out of the ordinary until he took one of her hands, covering it completely with his bigger one and placing it down on her lower stomach, applying some pressure where she could feel that region rising and falling slightly every time he thrusted in and pulled out. 

Mumbling his name then a string of incoherent words, she weakly grabbed the arm he used to keep balance, trying her best to grasp firmly despite her hand falling repeatedly the more she tried to hold onto him as she came. The string of convulses in her walls, had him cum right after, a line of curses pouring out of his mouth. Shingo dropped onto his arm, using his forearm and elbow to keep himself from crushing her. They stayed like this for a couple of minutes before Shingo grabbed her thigh, lifting it so her calf would wrap around his back as he slowly rolled them over into a sitting position with her straddling his pelvis. 

She groaned weakly, his still throbbing cock inside of her. He got comfortable leaning back against the headboard as he ran a hand over her hair softly, his other hand resting on the softness of her thigh, rubbing and kneading it lightly. Her head rested on his shoulder; face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Her arms hung limply at her side, but she didn’t care, he wore her out good. 

Through the haze of her mind and the delicious soreness between her thighs, she could feel a small trail of Shingo’s cum leak down her thigh, sticking to her gently, a ghostly reminder of how good he treats her. She makes a small move with the intent to get up and try to clean up before she falls asleep, however her man pushes her back down onto his cock by the hips and she chokes out a small hiccup. “Hold on baby. Want ‘cha to stay like this a ‘lil longer, wanna feel you a little closer to me, yeah?” he says lowly, his usual raspy voice once again present. 

She only nodded slowly, her senses focusing more on the feeling his cum drip further down both of her thighs now. Hiding her face deeper into his neck and pressing her chest closer to his, he chuckled seeing the dim shine on her thigh. “Mmm, made quite a mess of you, haven’t I?” his hand tangled in her hair, pulling it gently to the side to show her neck, leaving a teasing, light kiss on the sensitive skin. “Heh, nothing I love more than showing you that you’re mine, right sweet girl?” he adjusts his hips, making his cock shift inside of her, eliciting a high-pitched whine from his girl. 

“Shh, baby. Can’t help but wanna feel the inside of you more. You’re just so fuckin’ warm… makin’ me wanna stay like this forever. Just wanna keep you nice n’ warm, keep you full of my cum n’ never let you leave.” His voice sounded so sweet and soft in contrast to his delicious, filthy words. 

“Mhmm,” she hummed lightly, “Always gonna want you, Shin.” 

Shingo Shoji - Saturday Night Fever

• Shingo Shoji x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 10,638. • Synopsis: A girls night out leads to flashbacks of a very interesting race, then to present day "wholesome" bonding time with the NightKids' Downhill Specialist. • Notes: Another big thank you to @shingogf, my Initial D writing bestie for another influx of god forsaken ideas for the ratman we all love and hate. She do be having some amazing fics on her AO3 (DistanceYourselfFromMyProximity) please give her major kudos on all that artwork!

Sitting in a highchair at the pub with a few of her closest friends, (Y/N) and the girls sipped their drinks, gossiping about the latest drama and interjecting with comments about what they would’ve done or things that should’ve been said during the situation causing more hums in agreement and drink sipping to ensue. Typical bar music played in the background, setting the mood for a fun Saturday night, with a few people swaying around to the tune as they talked with friends and their dates.

The girls’ conversations eventually turned to their boyfriends and all the cutesy things they’ve done for their girls. The way they drawled on about how “he treats me like a delicate princess” and “I love that he’s so sweet and considerate when he makes love to me” bored the living hell out of (Y/N). She sat there, sipping her drink as her girlfriends went on about how their men were sickly sweet, and overly considerate and gentle in their ‘too sweet of love making,’ according to her.

She barely listened, soon turning to zoning out. The memories of her and Shingo’s most recent escapade on a lone, empty corner resting on Myogi Pass flashed through her mind. The memory so vivid in fact, she could almost feel it. She’d lost a bet, becoming one of the many people to underestimate the 8-6 of Akina. The couple went to the race between Takeshi and Keisuke, rooting for the NightKids leader, only for the poor man to lose by an inch. After the crowd died down about Keisuke Takahashi’s win, his newest trainee, Kenta officially challenged Takumi to a downhill battle in the rain.

With the crowd cheering in agreement at the S14 driver’s challenge, Fujiwara had little choice but to race. A flash of an idea in Shingo’s mind brought him to lean into his girlfriend’s ear, whispering about heading up to a specific corner to watch the race. “A good turning point to see who’d finish the race first,” he’d said. His smile only grew, both in appeasement and mischievousness when she agreed. Shingo announced their departure to Takeshi with a “Oi, we’re heading to a corner further down to see some better action. Give us three minutes, ‘ight?” Without waiting for a response from his leader, they took off in the Civic, the loud, echoing noises of his B16A bouncing off Myogi’s cliffs. To Shingo’s fortune, the corner he chose was empty. He pulled onto the shoulder of the corner, parking with his car’s hood facing the guardrail. “Are you gonna back in?” (Y/N) asked, noting how he almost never parks hood forward.

“Nah, it’s fine,” he drawled out, “Besides… I feel like I want the hood a little more… protected. Y’know?” He gave her a half-assed smirk, not being surprised when she admitted her confusion to whatever he meant. They leaned back against the hatch, waiting for the race to start. The small sounds of rustling leaves, swaying branches and the distant talk of the other spectators further up and down the pass could be heard. They stood in comfortable silence as Shingo lit a cigarette. The familiar sound of the lighter clicking and him puffing out his breath with a light trail of smoke following brought an unconscious sense of comfort. The rain that had been going on since the race with Takeshi and Keisuke simmered down into more of a drizzle, the pattering of raindrops hitting the metal of the EG6 could be continuously heard, creating a calming background noise. The couple’s clothes only got damper and their hair gently clung to the side of their faces, until it was brushed away to prevent further discomfort and tickling sensations.

They could faintly hear people chattering that the race was about to start, perking them up more. A small group of people made their way to the corner Shingo and (Y/N) stood at. He growled in annoyance, no longer having the semi-seclusion he was hoping for.

“Say…” Shingo started, puffing out another drag of his cigarette. “Wanna make a bet?” She looked over at her boyfriend with a raised eyebrow, seeing him leaning towards her sideways. “Depends. On what, exactly?” she questioned, feeling her shoulder lower slightly when he dropped his head on it. The sensation of his breath and hair tickling her neck made her bend it the other way, as if cracking it. Shingo snuck in a quick kiss and nipped the crook of her neck making her side eye him.

“What if,” he wrapped an arm around her stomach, while the other holding the cigarette crawls up her shoulder, to the nape of her neck, and curls around for his hand to splay out and cup her jaw, oh so gently, while his two fingers holding the dangling cigarette press against her soft lips, encouraging her to take a drag of it, “we choose a racer who we think is gonna win. And if they lose, the winner of the bet gets to fuck the loser on the hood of my car.”

“What if we choose the same person and they win or lose? Then what?” she blew the smoke in the direction of his face, almost challenging him. “We can’t pick the same person. Takes the fun away from it. Pick one, give a reason why, and we’ll see what happens. If you think about it babe, it’s a win-win situation. One of us is gonna get fucked on the hood either way. Sounds like a good deal, eh?” he drawls out the last word, knowing how much it fucks with her. The sheer tone of his voice mixed with his cocky attitude makes her both want to ruin him and get dominated by him.

He moves himself behind her, leaning against the hatch of his Civic and pulling her to lean on him by slipping his hands under her skirt, and grabbing the hem of her panties. The dampness of their clothes sticks to their skin as the pressure of their contact only gets firmer with Shingo’s handsy-ness. The back of his maroon hoodie only getting wetter from the water pooling on the Civic’s paint from the drizzle still going on.

“Heh, although... I’d always prefer it’s you who gets ruined on it.” A shit-eating smirk graces his face, his eyes glinting with everlasting devilry. “The way you arch that pretty little back for me just so I can fuck you deeper.” His hands and fingers slide to the small of her back with his thumbs squeezing into her sides damn near possessively. “How your cheeks get as red as my paint with that fucked out expression as your face is pressed so cutely on the hood. Fuck, it makes me wanna take you right now if these jackasses weren’t here.” He growls out lowly as his voice gets deeper, still mindful about the group of people taking up both sides of the corner, leaving them more in the back middle.

She sighed, knowing nothing was going to calm him down enough. Letting him have his way like the spoiled, horny brat he was, she silently reached behind her, her movements small and subtle as she simply unzipped the fly of his pants. A quiet encouragement for him to release his cock just enough to slip it between her soft thighs. Flipping the zipper of his pants inward as best he can to reduce the rough scratchiness and lowering his baggy boxers some to pop his boner over the elastic, he takes a light hold of her panties once more, pulling her closer to his pelvis like it’s a handle, seeing a flash of white from where his fingers are hooked around the hem, he bit his lip.

Resting his head back on her shoulder, he whispers in her ear, “Changing it up tonight I see, hmm?” he gives a light tug on her panties as reference to his words, “Do you realize how stupidly easy it would be for me to fuck you in these? How much easier it would be to cum in you or right on the outside of this pretty pussy and hide the mess?” he gives her pussy a couple casual pats. Gentle, but still with enough pressure to feel her tense up as she bites her lip and clenches around nothing. He chuckles lightly, though it feels louder with him right next to her ear. She barely notices that one of his hands detached from its place on her hips and used it to help weasel his cock through his fly and slip it into her panties, sandwiching it so the bottom of his cock is covered by the soft cotton while the top and tip rest against her quickly soaking folds.

She could feel his heavy tip press against her clit, it felt close enough to be able to slip into her if she’d press her ass just a bit further back into Shingo’s pelvis. “Ah ah, pretty girl, no dick for you just yet. You gotta lose that little bet of ours if you want my cock pumpin’ in and outta’ you.” He stopped her from moving back into him, one of his hands slipping under her skirt and into her panties once more to lightly pinch at her lower lips and somewhat wrap it around the sides of his cock as he grinds against her clit, slowly, and far too gentle for her tastes, though they still have to hide their actions from the groups around them.

His hand pulls away from her clit to feel up the soft plush of her ass under her panties, squeezing occasionally. Shingo could see his hand outline definitively through her tight red skirt before pulling away and pulling her skirt back down enough to hide the view from others if the bastards decided they were nosy enough to look over. So far, they’ve done quite well at hiding their actions from the small crowd, both managing to keep their breaths quiet. As Shingo continued to slowly thrust his cock between his girl’s-soaked folds and panties, he wrapped his arms around her midsection, chin still resting on her shoulder. To anyone else, the position looked innocent. Everyone knew Shingo was clingy around his girl, especially in public so they’d brush it off as another display of his physical affection and possessiveness.

His sighs were low, his long, quiet exhales sounding out in her ear with each small thrust forward. His eyes kept closing, only to open again more lidded than before, the whites of his eyes showing more and more each time as they rolled back. When the hem of her panties began to feel too rough for the base of his cock to handle, he slipped out from the warm place he was sandwiched between, his hand coming back around to her rear to pull at the plush of her thighs enough to slip his cock between them. He could hear her whine his name quietly at the loss of friction on her clit then cut off a quick, sharp inhale when she felt his cock, wet and most likely glistening with a light sheen from her wetness, slip between her upper thighs, his grinding thrusts starting up once more.

“Squeeze ‘em tighter, c’mon… more baby more, put those fucking thighs around it…” he whimpered desperately, that turned into a borderline quiet hissing. She thought for a moment, giving him one of her monotonous hum, making him believe for a moment she wasn’t going to. Only seconds later does she give into his desperation, she crossed her ankle over the other, squeezing his hard, aching cock deliciously, immediately earning a strained, muffled moan as he exhaled into the crook of her neck to keep it down, hugging her midsection tighter. To make matters worse, she starts to move her hips slowly back and forth, as if casually rocking herself out of boredom. Their movements are opposite, making Shingo lose himself even quicker when he thrusts forward, she moves back into him, just for him to pull away as she rocks forward.

His voice cracks out a sigh as his breath hitches repeatedly. “You gonna cum, Shin?” she turned her head towards his, whispering it teasingly in his ear. All he could do was say, “Mhmm… mhmm please baby stay there, please… please let me just… haah, just need ta’… cum on your pretty, pretty thighs, please baby…” Bringing a hand to tangle in his hair, she uncrossed her ankles to lighten the pressure around his cock, she subtly slipped her other hand under her skirt to pull her panties down enough to cover the tip of his cock as he came, helping to lessen the mess, though not by much as he always cums in large amounts.

Leaning his bottom half against the car and his upper half against her for stability, his legs felt weak, and his breathing came out as shaky pants as he had to force himself to stay quiet around the masses. He worked poorly in the first half of getting his dick back in his pants but eventually did so, and (Y/N) tried her best to make her adjusting look normal as she tried to wipe her thighs clean of her man’s cum with her panties, as if they weren’t already soaked.

“Now, baby if you don’t mind, how about you tone down the horniness for five minutes and watch the race so we can see who wins, hmmm?” she blows the cigarette’s last bit of smoke out before stomping out the chewed stick she gnawed on during her lip biting not even two minutes ago. Pushing herself off the EG driver once he was decent once more, she moved to lean on the car’s hatch on his side to get a good view of the pass before them without having more of her boyfriend’s uncontrollable touching.

“Anyway, before we truly got to finish this conversation since someone couldn’t hold it in, I think that Kenta guy is gonna win since all the 8-6 kid knows is Akina. The RedSuns make it a point to learn other passes so I’m going to assume Takahashi’s protégé has done so with Myogi. All Fujiwara has done is drive up the pass some to see the race, so he has a most basic of layouts for the road compared to seriously driving on it. That’s my reason. And you, Shingo?” she asks, accentuating his name in a mock loving voice with a teasing tone behind it.

“Hmph…” he inhaled deeply, still trying to catch the last few breaths he needed before replying, his signature, annoying, snarky tone making an appearance as if he wasn’t a panting, begging mess mere moments ago. “Ain’t gonna cut it, sweetheart,” he rebuttals. “Underestimating Akina’s 8-6 was the worst mistake I made, and I lost to him cause of that. You’re just gonna end up like the rest of these idiots out here who think some rain and a different pass is gonna be the end of Fujiwara.” He took a drag of his newly lit cigarette to help calm his nerves further, his eyes also focused on the road in front of them.

“No, the worst mistake you made was ramming yourself into a fucking guardrail and obliterating your car, you dipshit. What did you think was gonna happen when there’s a right turn and you go left instead? Did the guardrail flash you like it was my ass or something?” She asked sarcastically with a raised eyebrow and unimpressed expression, motioning to her ass. Shingo nearly chokes on his cigarette and snaps his head in her direction like she was insane. The speed at which he turned was close to giving him whiplash.

“The fuck?!” he said incredulously, looking at her with a deadpanned expression. “I could have passed him anytime I wanted, and I wanted him to sweat with the pressure. Once I knew I wasn’t beatin’ that guy, I was gonna send both of us into the damn guardrail. I figured I had a crap ton more distance to pull it off, ‘ight? Lay off my ass.” He exclaimed quickly and huffed like a child who knew he was in trouble yet tried to play it off. “And if you think a guardrail looks like your ass, maybe I should bend you over one sometime so we can compare, huh?” his tone turned breathy, laced with that familiar growliness he gets when angry or horny. It only grows more evident when he’s both… which is almost always.

(Y/N) merely shrugged with a cocky smirk that mirrors Shingo’s iconic one. Rolling his eyes in annoyance he averted them back to the road, hearing squealing tires getting closer. Only two minutes later did the Panda Trueno and orange S14 speed around the corner, the S14 taking an outside line to block the Trueno as it comes out of a drift, only to cut into the inside, the front left tire bumping up onto the curb of the sidewalk like an inverted gutter run and slide back into a short drift, passing the S14 and vanishing behind the next corner.

“Well, fuck…” she said, now knowing she lost, with the pass only having a couple of corners left, none of which would give the S14 an advantage at passing.

“Fuck is right; time to pay up, hot stuff.” Shingo chuckled, stamping out his cigarette with a shit-eating smirk. Huffing in annoyance, she stayed in her place at the back of the Civic. Sure, he won, but she wasn’t going to let him have her so easily again. Noting her lack of enthusiasm, Shingo strutted his way to stand in front of her. Hovering over her smaller form for a moment before bending down for his lips to meet her ear and his hand to gently grasp the back of her jaw, slightly turning her head in the opposite direction. Turning his head to the side, Shingo’s warm breath tickled her ear as he whispered, “Are you gonna be a good girl for me and spread out on my hood or am I gonna have to do it for ‘ya?” He left a ghost of a kiss on the shell of her ear, with a low, teasing hum that reverberated in her eardrums.

“You know damn well I’m making you work for it. You had it easy not even five minutes ago, the least I can do is deny you some of the satisfaction of an easy win, love.” She challenged, turning to meet his eyes before leaning in and biting at his lower lip. He growled in annoyance. Not being able to display the dominance he desperately wanted to right now, due to the people who were still around, though slowly beginning to disperse, preventing her from doing anything and she knew it with that smirk on her face.

He was not a patient man and having to wait nearly ten minutes for the last of the group around them to leave by car felt like an hour. Once they turned the corner and no one around was in view, Shingo, without the slightest hint of hesitation, grabbed the bottom of her thighs, lifting her up, as her legs instinctively wrapping around his skinny waist. He carried her to the front of his car, lying her back on the hood, her legs pulling him in closer until his pelvis brushed against hers.

Yanking him down by the hair, their lips smash together in a rough kiss of teeth and tongue. The occasional growls escaping Shingo’s throat only has her tugging on his black strands further and clawing her nails against his bicep. The faint taste of cigarette smoke was laced in their tongues and Shingo’s hand worked quickly at pushing up her red skirt that blended in with the Civic’s paint, and lifting her hips to slip her panties that were damp in most spots mostly from his cum she tried to clean. The coldness of the car’s hood mixed with rain on her bare skin had her shivering as goosebumps raised on her arms and legs. She unconsciously pulled Shingo closer to her, seeking the warmth that radiated off him.

His hands were hot on her skin as they snaked their way up to the hem of her shirt, pushing it upwards as her arms unraveled from his body to allow him to pull the clothing off her. His lips kissed down her jaw to the side of her neck, nipping and licking at the soft, sensitive skin as he kneaded and groped her through her bra.

Not even bothering to undo her bra, he yanked the back straps, the small hooks popping out and bending at the force, sliding it off her shoulders easily. She made a surprised noise at the sudden aggressiveness, though not complaining. It only invigorated her, letting her lithe fingers sneak to the hem of his pants to undo his belt, letting the waistband slide down to his thighs as she teasingly rubbed the back of her hand over his once again painfully hard cock for a second time within the hour. Before he could do anything else, she slid off the hood, kneeling in front of him and hooking her fingers in the waistband of his boxers, yanking them down with the same aggressiveness he gave with her bra, emitting a strangled whiney moan from the man above her as his cock is freed from its confinements, looking almost as red as his Civic.

Taking him delicately in her hand she gave him several strokes, too light and too teasing for his liking, making him groan in frustration. “Problem, baby?” She looked up at him with innocent eyes as she gave his tip a kitten lick. His jaw tensed and a hand instinctively tangled in her hair. “C’mon babe… You can do better than tha- haah!” he moaned, voice high and so, so pretty. It was music to her ears as she took him in fully, tongue wrapping skillfully around his length as she bobbed her head steadily. His head fell back as he groaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head, his fingers loosening their grip in her hair as she continued.

The mix of her warm mouth, tongue and hand working in unison around his twitching cock told her she had at most another minute or two before he’d cum. Deciding to put her all into it, she hollowed out her cheeks, and squeezed him just a bit more earning deep sighs and groans from him. It felt as if her tongue could almost wrap around his length when pulled away to leave kisses and suck lightly on the sensitive skin, tongue jutting out to lick the bottom of his cock.

“B-babe…” he panted before whining out a shameful “Baby, pleaseee-” his grip in her tightened once more, tugging on it. The breaking point was her vibrating moan when she took him in once more, and him cumming with a loud groan, painting her mouth white with his surprisingly sweet cum; a stark contrast to his personality. Pulling away from him, she swallowed, her thumb wiping up any extra before seductively sucking on it to clean it off. Shingo swore he could cum again from the sight alone if he wasn’t so spent.

Standing back up, (Y/N) gently pulled him with her towards the hood, lying back down on it with him hovering over her, a hand the holding the nape of his neck as they initiated a hot and heavy kiss. He could taste bits of himself on her lips and tongue as they mixed. Her hand traveled along his front, slipping under his shirt and hoodie taking in the tense muscles along his abs while the other snaked down from his neck to his arm, squeezing and reveling in the way his bicep and forearms were tensed to hold himself up. Moaning into his mouth with pleasure, their kisses softened, her lips lowering to his neck to kiss, bite, lick and suck, leaving a trail of dark hickeys. Shingo did the same with her, leaving them to crane their necks to give each other room as they continued their ministrations in unison.

By the time they switched sides to do it all over again, she could feel him start to grind against her once more. She wondered how it was possible for him to get hard again only ten minutes later. ‘Is he always fuckin’ horny?’

He loved the way his dick slipped through her soaked folds so easily as he rutted against her, like she was made for him. Shingo released a raspy, strained breath, “Flip over. Now.” Not waiting for her to comply herself, he roughly took hold of her hips flipping her on her stomach, causing her to tense up and gasp from the cold metal and his dominating actions. Adjusting her legs to spread wider just a bit more, he slowly pushes himself into her. The way her soft walls clench around him in that delicious way almost had him cum on the spot. “Hah.. fuck, baby you take me so good… Too damn good.” Once bottomed out inside of her, Shingo snakes his hands to her hips, taking hold of them in a gentle, almost guiding way as he adjusts her body’s position. A stark contrast to his actions not even thirty seconds prior.

“Yeah, that’s it, just a little higher for me darlin’…” he drawls out “…good girl.” He purrs, his hands and long fingers helping to raise her hips just a bit more, and his thumbs press down on the small of her back, a silent gesture for her to arch it inwards until he squeezes her sides in full, her body contorted in the perfect of ways to thrust himself deeper. The string of moans pouring out of her mouth as his reward only boosts his ego and confidence. Shingo has her completely mind-fucked from the way he manages his thrusts. Even with the roughness and sometimes sloppiness of his ministrations, he somehow knows just how much to thrust into her tight, wet walls, how hard, and the right angle to use in order to pull the most enticing of moans from her languid, soft lips that were still glistening with saliva and the small bits of evidence of her being able to make her man cum with her mouth alone.

“Heh… Y’know babe,” he breathed out, “I can’t tell if that shine on my Honda badge is from the rain… or from how fucking wet you are for my cock.” He panted, a breathy chuckle passing through his lips. “Just shut the hell up and fuck me, Shingo!” she growled out, getting tired of his constant yapping. ‘He talks more than he fucks,’ she said to herself, annoyed.

Just as Shingo went quiet and she was mentally relieved he’d focus on more important things, several loud laughs and giggles pulled (Y/N) back to reality, seeing her girlfriends sitting around the large circle table, margaritas still in hand as they continued to yap about their boyfriends. Annoyed enough as is from being rudely interrupted and not getting to relive her memory in full, it got to the point where she stood up on the footrest of her chair, placing her drink down, and motioned to all of them with a finger saying, “Your boyfriends are all delicate little pansies. You don’t even know what it’s liked to get fucked with some real dick. All this “gentle thrust this” and “light, loving nips” that. My boyfriend doesn’t ‘make love’” she quoted with a drawled, mocking voice, “he fucks!” She paused for a moment, sitting back down, crossing a leg over her knee and sipping her drink prestigiously before one of the girls interjected, and the others were watching with wide eyes. “So does he know how to leave you being unable walk the next day, at least?” the girl said in an almost challenging tone.

(Y/N) rests an arm over the back of the chair, much like Shingo does, having adopted some of his mannerisms. “Oh please. He knows 102 ways to fuck up my thighs, leaving me to call work for a fucking “sick day” and still beg for more when he gets home.” Raising her glass in a toast expression, she sipped it, feeling as though she’d won the battle. The victorious smirk she wears also mimics that of Shingo’s when he gets cocky. The thoughts of the many ways Shingo has made her feel and see things during their sinful escapades glued themselves into her mind. Unconsciously, she rubbed her crossed thighs together, wondering (and hoping) if Shingo would be home by the time she left. The initial slow burn of minimal desire was starting to grow like a wildfire the more she thought about her man absolutely destroying her.

The outrageously out of pocket topic had become concluded rather quickly by the clinking of glasses, replacements being delivered quickly, and the seemingly never-ending stream of alcohol and fruity scents filled the table. The girls’ conversations once again flowed easily and the wide variety of topics that came about seemed to fly by. (Y/N) felt as though time went on faster than ever; so fast even, that she barely realized arriving her and Shingo’s shared apartment.

She wobbled slightly and stumbled out of her friend’s car, while another friend helped her out; wrapping an arm around her as she guided her up the stairs to the apartment door. She didn’t see Shingo’s Civic in his designated parking spot, and assumed he was still out doing street racing stuff with his team. Once the door was unlocked, after several failed attempts, (Y/N)’s friend waved goodbye once she had gotten through the door safely, telling her to lock it and get some rest.

She didn’t fully process her friend’s words, but still locked the door out of habit, letting out a sigh while she kept her balance with a hand on the wall, and holding her head with the other. She could almost feel the hangover starting. She could barely remember what the hell her and her girlfriends went out for but had enough thought process to recall it was one of their birthdays and they scarfed down drinks like wild dogs.

          What she really needed was for the room to stop spinning and to not use any more of her tired and nearly numb muscles. Slipping off her heels and trying to adjust the tight red dress Shingo bought her for the outing, she stumbled over to the couch, dropping onto it tiredly. Reaching an arm above her head she yanked Shingo’s red hoodie from the arm of the couch and cuddled up to it. Holding the actual hood to her face, she wedges the larger part of it between her legs, hugging it like a body pillow.

          At some point she fell asleep, for how long is unknown, however she was jolted awake by the raspy voice of her boyfriend and him shutting and locking the door. “Hey babes, I’m home- the fuck?” He stopped short, taking in her disheveled appearance, and noting she’s still wearing that deliciously tight dress. It had lifted to reveal the bottom half of her ass and the lacy black underwear she wore beneath it while she slept. She had just lifted herself up, sitting on her legs with the larger part of his hoodie underneath her. Shingo watched as the dress hiked itself up further from the movement, the tightness of the bottom pushed past the delicious curve of her ass making it jiggle slightly before scrunching up in a small heap around her waist that it still clung tightly to. His eyes followed it upward seeing that the top half of her dress was pulled downward, seeing as she still held his hoodie in her hands, the larger part still beneath her. He was nearly foaming at the mouth seeing that her tits were nearly spilt over the top more so than when he dropped her off at the bar.

She had a tired but excited smile as her eyes landed on her boyfriend. “Shinnnn! Heheh… missed you.” Her words slurred as her hips rocked back and forth gently on his hoodie, mimicking a grinding movement.

          Despite finding her current appearance quite appetizing, the Civic driver was more concerned with his girlfriend’s wellbeing, seeing she’s much more out of it than she usually gets when drunk. He set his wallet and keys down on the coffee table as he approached her, kneeling in front of her and brushing her hair off her face. “What the hell did you get yourself into, huh?” his tone was softer, though still holding the usual raspiness in his throat. “Was a girl-friend’s birthday today and,” she hiccupped, “we had a lot of drinks there.” She giggled, no regrets in her voice as she looked at him with adoring eyes. She was oddly wholesome and warm when plastered.

          “I know it was, I dropped you off there, but you went and got how fucked up?” he raised an eyebrow, with an unimpressed expression.

          “Pretty fucked up…” she paused, “but you fuck me up better.” Her head tilts to the side, an innocent smile on her face while looking him in the eyes. Shingo’s taken aback by her statement, not expecting her to be so unhinged. He barked out a confident laugh while looking away as if it was common knowledge that he was capable of such a thing. “Alright, ya pain in the ass, sit back on the couch, I’ll get some water and snacks for you. Don’t need you throwing up on me in the middle of the night and have your dumbass not wake me up to tell me I’m rolling in that shit.” Shingo spoke, though his tone held a subtle humorousness to it.

          She rolled her eyes, giggling again while leaning back onto the couch as he said as he went into the kitchen rummaging for food that’ll help fill her up more and absorb some of the alcohol, also coming back with two water bottles. Handing her some bread, she started to nibble on it. He was about to hand her a water bottle but noticed how her lithe hand shook some while she ate. Deciding it would be better to do it himself, he unscrewed the cap. “Here, open up.” He lifted the bottle to her mouth, and she did as he said. Tipping the bottle little by little, he watched as she drank it before her eyes suddenly widened and she gurgles out some of the water, putting her hand on his to tip the bottle back to keep it from pouring out. Drinking what was left in her mouth in several swallows then wiping her mouth, messing up her lipstick, all Shingo could envision of that scenario was that it was his cock she was choking on, having to wrap her hand over his that was guiding himself into her mouth only to stop him so she could take a breath to catch up.

          He cleared his throat, giving a quick “Sorry baby” before setting the bottle on the table and giving her a towel to wipe her mouth. “C’mon let’s get that make-up off, yeah?” he said lightly, focusing his attention on getting her settled, cleaned up, and less likely to be sick tomorrow from the hangover. Helping her stand up off the couch he pulled her dress back down to cover her both for more modesty and to help his mental state stay a bit more stable before they wrapped an arm around each other’s waists for stability and he walked her slowly to the bathroom. Flicking the light on, he faced her back to the mirror before lifting her gently by the hips to sit her on the countertop. He scavenged through her numerous bottles of products until he found the make-up removal one, taking a bag of cotton pads out of the drawer as well. Setting the pad on the mouth of the bottle he flipped it over quickly then back, wetting a section of the square with the product, bringing it to her face and gently wiping off her smeared lipstick. She had to look down at him and her hair kept falling in her face blocking the light he needed.

          Humming in slight disapproval he grabbed one of her hair ties, reaching behind her to pull her hair back and make a loose ponytail. As he did so, she smiled warmly and hummed, plopping her head on one of his arms that was extended as he worked on her hair. She kissed the inner part of his elbow before he pulled away. He made a small laugh noise through his nose before he softly pulled her head down to leave a kiss on her forehead before resuming his work.

          Clear of all lipstick, he wet another cotton square to work on her eyes. Holding the side of her face in one hand, she leaned into it as he gently wiped away the eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara, then switching to the other and repeating. As he worked, her hands started to roam along his biceps and chest, her legs wrapping around his waist, trying to pull him to her. He stopped what he was doing to take her hands in his, “None of that right now baby, gotta get you cleaned up and make sure you’re good first, alright?” she whined in protest, unwrapping her legs and swinging them in contempt before complying. “Good girl.” He released her hands, removing the last of her eye makeup before moving to the sink to warm up a towel, wringing it out and softly washing her face of any other potential make up.

          “Shinnnn…?” she whined, wholesomely and cutely.

          “‘Sup, baby?” he continued wiping away with the towel.

          “Hurry up… I wanna help you with that. Make you feel better…” she gave him a pouty, begging face with big eyes as she glanced between his eyes and still apparent boner that does look quite painful. If he knew this was going to happen, he wouldn’t have worn tight jeans. Finishing up quickly, he pat dried her face, then lifted her off the counter, her legs wrapping around his skinny waist once more, her arms wrapped around his neck as she held onto him. He could practically feel the patterns of her lacy underwear through his jeans and her tits squished against his chest as he walked back to the couch. Trying to set her back down, she wasn’t having it, refusing to let go of him.

          He sighed, lifting her back up and turning around to sit himself, with her on his lap. She hummed happily, nuzzling her face into his neck and scooting herself closer to him, resulting in grinding her lacy covered clit against him. She loved the way his jeans were wrapped around and hugged the muscles of his legs. She hummed pleasantly at the way the rough denim rubbed against all the right places along with the thin lace of her panties. She started off grinding herself against his thigh slowly, trying to spread herself out against his large muscle to feel it rub her everywhere. Shingo notices immediately and waits to feel her start to move her hips forward once more, and just as she does so, he flexes his thigh and presses her more onto it by the hips, having her grind onto it more roughly.

          She moans into his neck, her hands dropping down to press flatly against his lower abdomen and the other holding his hip to gain more leverage in her movements. It felt even better than before, having the entirety of his thigh and the rough material of his denim rubbing against her soaked folds. She continued to ride his thigh, feeling his hand on her back slowly travel down, teasingly, to the small of it. His fingertips reach the bottom of her dress that still covers her upper thighs from when he adjusted it earlier. His nails lightly scratch her soft skin as he pulls the tight material of the dress up and over her ass, licking his lower lip with a smirk as he gets to see the soft flesh jiggle once more.

Half her ass is bare on the outer parts while the centre is mostly covered. He notices her panties have gaps between the patterns, some larger than others and showing skin between the designs. Tracing the bare sections with his fingers, she whines putting more effort into her grinding as if to entice him to fuck her quicker like a bitch in heat.

His eyes shift up to her body, and his free hand lightly takes hold of her hip before gripping it firmly and dragging her hips along his tense thigh earning a high moan of his name from her and a squeeze on his abdomen. She swore his jeans had to have had a wet stripe by now with how rigorously he was dragging her sopping core against this thick thigh.

“Mm, I like these panties… Lean back for me a bit sweet girl, I wanna see if they got those nice gaps in the front.” He helped lean her back, holding her so she wouldn’t fall as his eyes feasted on the sight before him. “Heh, look at that. Can see my girl’s pretty pussy through ‘em. Be real nice if I could eat you out through ‘em too, huh?” she nodded quickly in agreement, a breathy giggle escaping her lips while he ghosted his fingers over the front of the lacy clothing before leaning her forward. She knows something he doesn’t.

“What’s that laugh for, hmm? Something you wanna tell me?” he whispered huskily in her ear, the ends of his hair tickling her cheek. She shook her head, an innocent smile on her face and she bounced on his thigh when he suddenly lifted it to plant his foot flat on the floor. Shingo thought she bounced so cutely, her eyes going wide at the sudden movement and the way her ass and tits bounced so deliciously against that tight dress ended the last bit of restraint he had left.

“Bed. Now.” He growled out, lifting her off him, keeping her stable at the sudden movement, and nudging the small of her back to go first. He gives a generous slap to her ass when she starts scurrying to their room with an excited giggle, finally getting what she wanted. His eyes glued themselves to her rear, the scrunched-up bottom of her dress resting on the curve of her hips to the way her lace panties left so much to the imagination, only covering most of what he wanted.

She disappeared behind the door frame only to be found sitting on the edge of the bed looking at him expectantly, her legs spread, giving him a better look at the gaps in the lace. Kicking the door shut, he crossed his arms, his smirk getting wider when he said, “Hands and knees for me baby, I wanna see that pretty lil’ back arch…Oh and… heh, stick that ass out a bit for me too, yeah?” his voice deepened to accentuate the last word, clearly making it known he wasn’t asking.

          Deciding to take her time and give him a little bit of a show, she turned over, crawling a bit more towards the centre of the bed but close enough to the edge be within arm’s length of him, and positioning herself at a slight angle to give him a better view of everything. Her legs were now pressed together purposefully concealing his little surprise. She yanked the hair tie out of her hair, letting it fall naturally before she turned her head toward him just enough to make eye contact without strain. Lightly biting her lip with a seductive smile, she slowly arched her way down to her elbows, bringing them close enough that her upper arms push against her already straining tits that are threatening to spill out of the dress, pushing them together even further.

Shingo breaks the eye contact as she expected to watch her actions like a predator stalking its prey. Once balancing well enough on her arms, she bites the tip of her tongue while arching her back inward, the hem of her dress falling slightly with the dip along with her wiggling her hips to help it fall down a bit toward her waist, showing her lower back and panties in full. She pushed her hips inward, sticking her ass out further like he wanted, and she could hear Shingo let out a quiet, low hum that nearly resembled a deep animalistic growl.

“Spread ‘em.” He commanded with a rare deep guttural tone that had her following his order immediately. Lowering her head onto her hands her legs spread open smoothly, gliding over the soft sheets. “Good girl’s lookin’ so pretty and obedient for me, aren’t ‘cha sweetheart?” his voice quickly returned to his high-pitched tone he uses when he gets worked up. “Lookin’ up at me with those big, needy eyes like that. Makes me wanna ruin the fuck outta you, darlin’.” He said breathily.

Unraveling his arms, he took only a couple long strides to reach the edge of the bed, his hand landing on her back, running up the arch slowly as he admired her form. Continuing to trail upwards to the curve of her ass, his other hand lands on the opposite side, and he squeezes the soft flesh on both sides, admiring how it wants to pour over his fingers from the pressure only to form back so smoothly when he releases. Her soft sighs ring in his ears like music, as he continues just a bit further down, taking in the way the patterns of her panties barely cover anything and its mostly gaps, the sides of her folds completely bare. He can see the extra thin material is soaked through, as he brings a hand to her clit, the other wraps around her thigh, kneading it rhythmically. The moment his fingers press onto the lacy patterns resting over her folds he can see her lightly clench around nothing, making him chuckle. Putting more pressure on it, he toys around with her sensitive clit, earning desperate whines and even her trying to wiggle around to gain some kind of friction from his fingers.

“Fuck baby, look at that pretty glistening pussy…” he bites his lip with a smirk, being able to gather a bit of her wetness on his fingers, he snickers teasingly, “God, babe, you’re practically drippin’ on the sheets… N’ this is all for me, huh?” Rubbing his fingers against her clit with more pressure, spreading the wetness around her entirety, the slight scratchiness of the lace rubs against her like his jeans did and she shivers. She moans his name quietly, begging with a light “Shin…more…”

With no hesitation he pulls his hand away, gripping the inside of her hips and using his thumbs to spread out her inner thighs, giving him a bit more access as he dives in, licking a stripe along her lace covered clit, the gaps hitting harder when his tongue ran over bare skin. Her whiny, breathy moan spurred him on, and he settled for ripping the thin material in half, earning a quick gasp from her and him quickly removing it from her to throw it somewhere in the room. Re-attaching his hand to her thigh to spread it once more, he dove back in, tongue jutting in and out of her wet entrance like a man starved.

It took barely four minutes before he had her convulsing around his tongue, his high-pitched hums and moans vibrated in his throat as he feasted on her juices like it was dessert. Her body shook as she came, delicious sighs and moans escaping her as Shingo continued his work.

“Shin, my turn.” She said cutely, looking back to him as he pulled away, using his thumb to lick the remaining mess off his lips with a smirk. “Oh yeah, pretty girl? You really want me that bad, huh?”

“Mhmm, please, lemme do it. Told you I wanna make you feel better.” She said quickly, already turning around to crawl up to him before sitting on the bed, legs bent to sit flatly on each side of her. “Aren’t you still too fucked up for that? Don’t need you chokin’ on me like you did with water.” He teased.

She grabbed the waistband of his jeans, tugging on them as she begged. “Pleasepleaseplease, it’s always so pretty when it’s worked up and hard, let me fix it, Shinnn.” God, how the hell was he supposed to say no to her when she’s so eager and asking for it like that?

“Fuck, alright.” He sighed, the many images of her working his cock so well getting the best of him. She giggled happily, making quick work of his button and zipper, yanking them down past his hips. He did the rest, removing it all in one go before making himself comfortable in bed, leaning against the wall. As she situated herself between his legs, lying on her stomach and propped on her elbows, he reached over to the nightstand to light a cigarette and take a drag, only to moan the smoke out when he felt her mouth wrap around his cock.

His moan was cut short when he tensed hearing her gag violently after trying to take all of him in one go. It wasn’t normal for her gag, like she had no reflex for it, except for the rare times she pushed herself too far, such as now.

He instantly wraps his hand under her jaw and pulls her up and off him, holding her face as his eyebrows creased and pointed, his eyes hardening in both seriousness and concern. “Hey, hey, you good? Look at me, baby.” He waited till she made eye contact with him, and nodded as she took a few deep breaths. “Fuck, woman, don’t scare me like that, you’re gonna give me a damn heart attack.” He sighed in relief, seeing she was fine, now considering if he should even let her continue. He feels her practically deflate under his touch knowing what he’s considering.

“Alright, hot stuff, I’ll let you have your fill, but you’re gonna do it on my terms tonight, sound good, yeah?” he raised an eyebrow, waiting expectantly for an answer. She nods with a small smile, ready to go again and he hums in return. Putting his cigarette back to his lips to hold it, he reached for her hair, pulling it back and wrapping it around one of his hands, tight enough to have full control over her movements and prevent more incidents.

He gently pushes her head down, her mouth eagerly inviting in his tip and Shingo hisses, fighting the urge to let his head fall back against the wall and snap his eyes shut. Instead, he bites the butt of the cigarette, having to keep a close eye on her and how far down he has her go to keep her from gagging.

“Thaaat’s it, pretty girl,” he strains, his words altered slightly from the stick hanging between his lips before he takes a drag in and slips it between his fingers. Exhaling the smoke, he continues “nice and slow. Haah, just like that, keep it goin’…” he releases a high hum when he feels her tongue press against the underside of his tip, caressing it so gently, in and out, back and forth rhythmically. The hand that’s wrapped in her hair, continues to lightly pull her up and push her back down, never going further than the bottom of his tip.

When she starts becoming adamant to take in more of him again, feeling her pull against the hand at the back of her head, Shingo tsks, pulling her back up, a ‘pop’ sound emanating when her lips detach from his cock. “I know you’re eager to please as ever darlin’, and you know I love your enthusiasm any day of the week, 26/9, but not tonight. Slow and easy, ‘kay? You can do that for me, can’t you pretty girl?” he asked so nicely, gently caressing her cheek with his free hand, and a soft smile on his face, uncharacteristic of him in these moments.

She nodded and relaxed against his hold, no longer fighting him, earning a hissed, “That’s my good girl” from her man when he pushed her back down to continue. His thumb resumes its soothing rubs along her hollowed-out cheeks, his breaths getting heavier each time she sucked on his tip like it was ice cream on a stick. Shingo had to fight himself to not thrust up into her each time he pushed her down.

“Fuck- that’s enough baby, get that ass back on your hands and knees, I’m fuckin’ you.” He growled out, no longer wanting to wait. Pulling her off him by the hair, he untangled his hand from her soft strands, putting his half-smoked cigarette back between his lips, and turning her around to have her ass face him. Pushing her down by the small of her back, he lifts the hem of her dress over her hips, holding onto them over the soft, tight fabric as he pushes into her halfway, a string of moans sounding from her throat as she claws at the sheets, as he pulls back out, thrusting in again, watching with each thrust as her pussy takes in more and more of his cock. He was enamoured at the sight, speeding up his pace to watch himself disappear into her and emerge repeatedly.

“Fuck… you should see the way your pussy swallows my cock like it’s fucking starved.” He gave a raspy chuckle, moving his hand from her hip down her front to give her pussy a few encouraging taps, feeling how its split to take him in. She mewled at his actions, pushing back against him. Averting his eyes to the rest of her, he noted how with each thrust her tits threatened to spill out from the hem of her dress. Making it his new personal mission, he tightened his grip on her hips, his chest pressing against her back as he drilled into her.

Her cacophony of moans was muffled by the back of her hands and the sheets, before Shingo reached over to lift her head, pressing his thumb against her lips, a silent command for her to suck on it. “If you’re gonna try n’ keep it quiet, mind as well make that pretty mouth useful, hmm? You got no idea how fuckin’ bad I wanna watch those nice tits of yours fall outta your dress, so keep that head up.” He said between pants.

Humming against his thumb, her tongue swirled around it, her cheeks occasionally hollowing out. Despite the brutal pace Shingo set, her dress still held its place, so he decided to take his reward by giving the front of the fabric a quick yank, freeing her tits from their minimal confinement, along with a sinful whine emanating from her jugular.

Popping his thumb out of her mouth, he pulled out of her unexpectedly, making her gasp loudly from the loss of heat and friction. Feeling a few encouraging taps on her ass has her turning her head to see what was happening, seeing Shingo lean back against the wall, iconic smirk gracing his features and complimenting his dark eyes when they meet hers. “Come and sit on this cock, baby. I wanna look you in those pretty little eyes when I cum in you.” A high hum reverberated in his mouth; the man sounds as if he’s always edging himself with the way his voice is crafted.

Crawling over to straddle his thighs, he pulls her closer by the hips, the tip of his cock brushing against her wet folds, and pushing her down to take him back in. She sighed deeply as he gently guided her down, bit by bit until he was bottomed out inside her. “Good girl, baby,” he placed a light kiss on her cheek, his beaked nose brushing against the side of hers, the soft, comforting tone of his voice a stark contrast to his next words, “always know how to take me in so good, don’t ‘cha? Know all the right ways to work those hips around my cock, ehhhh?” he dragged out the last sound as she slowly rocked her hips back and forth, occasionally side to side and in small circles.

Detaching his hands from her hips, he reaches for his box of cigarettes and lighter, the small light giving a soft glow on their faces between disappearing, a small smoke trail rising. The familiar sound of Shingo inhaling filled her ears as he wrapped his free hand in her hair, while the other roamed her body before retracting to take hold of the cigarette when he exhales, putting his hand back on her afterwards. Placing both her hands on his lower abdomen she could feel it flex and tense when his breath hitches or he gives a small thrust up.

Tilting her head to the side with a small tug on her hair, he took the cigarette between his fingers, his lips attaching themselves to her neck, sucking, biting, kissing, and licking the entirety leaving a trail of dark marks throughout her neck and collarbones. The whispers of his name ghosting past the lips she bites so cutely when he catches glimpses, spurs him on to switch to the other side and give her a few merciful thrusts deep into her earning pants and whines.

Pulling away to admire the artwork on her neck, Shingo takes a large drag of the remainder of his cigarette, bringing his hand to her cheeks, squeezing them open before smashing his lips on hers breathing the smoke into her mouth with a deep growl. Lifting a hand to grasp his arm, she moans pleasantly into the kiss, hips riding him with more vigor. Pulling away moments later, he tosses the butt of the stick into the ashtray to bring his hand down to her lower abdomen, noticing something. With the hand still tangled in her hair, he pushes her downward, having her look at what he sees as well.

“Feel that, sweetheart? I’m fuckin’ twitchin’ inside of you right now. Fuck, you got no idea how hot you are, riding on my cock all cute like that, those moans make me wanna just…” he lifts her head back up by the chin, his thumb pressing flat against her lips, silently commanding her to open them. The moment she does, he slips it in, pressing it flat against her tongue and using his fingers resting under her chin to close her jaw. “Makin’ me wanna fuck you till we both pass out, heheeehh.” His shit eating smirk grew into something of a nearly deranged smile at the thought. He truly was insatiable.

“Aww, don’t look at me like that baby. Those doe eyes are the reason I’m already this deep in you. Mean, c’mon sweetheart, don’t tell me you can’t feel me up in here…” he removes his hand from her hair, using it to grab one of hers and place her smaller hand over her lower abdomen, pressing down to feel the slight bulge growing and lessening each time she comes down on him, sometimes meeting his thrusts. His eyes thin out even more with his smile growing as he watches her whine against his thumb, her hand tensing under his. “See, baby? Got me all fucked up with that innocent lil’ face o’ yours. Takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well, so fuckin’ deep, you can see it in those pretty walls of yours.” He giggled darkly, pressing her hand down on that spot more and thrusting into her a bit harsher. Her other hand quickly moves to his chest for stability, a little gasp escaping her throat when he pulls his thumb back out.

With both hands squeezing her hips, feeling the slight twitches she’s starting to make, he takes complete control, and she hooks her over his shoulders weakly, trying to stabilize herself further, her forehead resting against his collarbone as he drills his cock up into her the last few times, before she’s mewling his name, while he groans out a raspy “haaaahhh”, head leant back against the wall as they cum. Shingo’s breath hitches several times as his hips stutter, becoming less and less until there’s nothing some seconds later. His girl humms tiredly above him, letting her arms fall to limply hang at his sides.

“Heh, damn, really fucked ya out, didn’t I, sweetheart?” she nodded weakly, the lull of sleep quickly taking her in its hold. His normally annoying chuckle of pride held softer undertones within it, especially as she felt him press a soft kiss to the top of her head, her hair being stroked a few times softly, lulling her deeper even further.

They stay like this for several minutes, (Y/N), having already fallen mostly asleep, while Shingo simply stayed put to admire to her form. Her dress still crumbled around her middle, which he goes to unzip quietly, unwrapping it from her form, before tossing it to the floor. His slightly calloused hands run across her back soothingly and rhythmically, leaving pleasant humms to emerge from his girl as she nuzzled her nose into his neck. The small gesture made him twitch slightly, still nestled inside her. Only then was he reminded of that, and with a somewhat disappointed sigh, he gently lifted her off of him, a cute whine at the loss of fullness passing through her. He lies her down on her side, before rolling out of bed himself, slipping on the nearest pair of shorts and exiting the room.

Coming back moments later with a hot cloth, he lightly shakes his girlfriend awake, and her eyelids flutter a few times before landing on him. He gives his rare soft smiles, reserved only for her in private moments, speaking a soft “Hey gorgeous, I’ma clean you up, alright?”

With a small nod and hum, her tired eyes watched him set to work. “Thank you…” she whispered, yet still loud enough for him to hear clearly. “Mhmm, anything for my sweet girl, right?” his smile now warmer as he gave her a loving kiss which she happily returned.

“Love you, Shin.” She linked her pinky with his left one, leaving his dominant hand to rub the cloth along her skin.

“Mmm, love you more, baby. And no, you’re never winning the ‘I love you more’ battle, tough luck.” He chuckled when she smiled with an eyeroll, earning her a forehead kiss before he carried on. Finishing up with his cleaning, he put the cloth with the laundry, coming back to their room and shutting the door. Handing her his red hoodie, her favourite, she slipped it on, cuddling up to him like a leech the minute he lied back down in bed. One hand wrapped itself to hold her head protectively, the other holding her waist. With her head nestled comfortably on his chest, hand on his stomach and a leg hooked over his they fell asleep quickly, the comforting position and each other’s scents brought a quick and easy sense of comfort and security.

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Sudden Attraction❤️‍🔥 - Alastor x Female Reader (18+)

❥WARNINGS: NSFW. 18+ (DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE)

❥Summary: A small gift from Rosie leads to unexpected events.

❥Tags: Alastor x fem reader, 18+, aphrodisiac, first time, romance, smut, biting, cunnilingus, dirty talk, mentions of tentacles, fluff with smut, aftercare, friends to lovers, rosie knows what she is doing, NSFW

❥Notes: Fun fact- Deers are very attracted to the scent of certain fruits like apples and acorns, and also vanilla. THIS IS 4K WORDS, LETS GO!

**Rosie's Emporium**

"Y/N!! Have you finished stacking the shelves?" Rosies voice had called out for you, causing you to move behind the shelf to look for her. "Yes, Miss Rosie." Calling back out to the cannibal overlord, you finished putting the last box on the shelf, stepping back to admire your work. Your name was Y/N, and you were a sinner demon in hell. You had arrived to the Pride ring a couple months ago, and your first destination was the Hazbin Hotel. A chance of redemption was a bit skeptical to you when you arrived, but maybe it could be possible, so it seemed like the best idea and it was. Charlie was a little ball of sunshine in a dark place, wish wasn't what you expected to find in Hell. She had taken you in the minute you knocked on the door, introducing you to the other residents. It was quite a group when you first saw them, but at least they weren't planning to kill you, yet you hoped.

It took a couple awkward handshakes, but you were able to calmly introduce yourself. The last person to meet particularly stood out from the rest. He was a staggering 7ft tall man. His red pinstripe suit and black pants suited him well, along with his monocle. The cane he carried with him was a microphone, which you noticed right away. His smile was wide enough to put the Joker to shame, it was so enlarged that you kept staring, but quickly turned away as it was rude to stare. He bent down at the waist, grabbing your hand and placing a small kiss on it, "Salutations, my deer. I am Alastor. I trust you will have a splendid time staying here at the Hazbin Hotel." It took a bit for you to calm down from his sudden act, before smiling at him, saying it was nice to meet him and that you will enjoy staying here. That small meet later turned into a full on friendship. The both of you quickly hit it off, which still baffled the other residents as given Alastors background in hell, it seemed shocking that he could make friends with anyone, including you. You did find out over time about the power Alastor possessed and how feared he was in hell, but that wasn't gonna stir you away from him, because there was more to him that met the eye.

He was kind enough to put in a good word for you with Rosie, as you felt you needed to work, since staying at the hotel made you feel guilty that you were doing anything to pitch in, honestly you couldn't keep relying on Charlie to pay for everything. Rosie was not what you expected, being the cannibal overlord in the Cannibal Town of hell. She was very gracious and motherly, having squealed when she first met you, and hugging you sweetly. She hired you within a second, offering you a decent pay and reasonably hours to work, as you still had to help a bit at the hotel plus attend Charlies meetings. Rosie made her way over to the shelf, placing her hands on her hips in satisfaction. "Oh splendid work, my sweet." Her lips drew into a sharp-tooth smile, giving you a loving pat on the head. "Thank you. Now is there anything else you would like for me to do?" Rosie smiled, placing her hand on your back, signifying you to move closer to store exit. "Well my sweet, everything is already spick and span at the moment, plus it shouldn't be a busy day today, so your free to take the rest of the day off." You widen your eyes, shaking your head back and forth, "Oh no! I can't do that! I'm pretty sure there are other thin-" Your mouth stopped working, as Rosie placed her hands on your cheeks, cooing at you like a mom would to her child. "Ah ah ah, I will not take no for an answer." Her kind eyes were gazing at you, to which you dropped your head in a nod.

Rosie let your face go, and moved to an area behind the curtain where the desk was. She came back holding an envelope and a small little bottle. "Here you are my sweet, your paycheck. Also here is a little gift from me for being such an adorable little worker." She handed you the envelope and bottle. It was a small ruby shaped bottle, with a small flower design attached to it

"Go on, give yourself a little spritz" Rosie urged you. Taking the top off, lifted the bottle to your neck, allowing the contents to spray onto you. The scent of crispy red apples, mixed with a small ounce of vanilla filled your nostrils. There was a hint of something nutty in it too, but you couldn't place what it was. You inhaled the scent, letting out a delightful hum. "Thank you, Miss Rosie, it smells amazing." Rosie smiled wider and gave you a hug. "Aww I knew you would love it. Now run along sweetie. Go enjoy the rest of your day off." Rosie let you go and began to pushed you towards the door. Once you were outside, you turned and waved at Rosie, which she returned with a smile and closed the emporium doors.

**At The Hazbin Hotel**

"Hey guys! I'm back!" Calling out, you closed the hotel doors, as you made your way to the hotel lobby. Husk gave you a small wave, before going back to cleaning the glasses at the bar. Charlies head had peaked out from the meeting room/living room of the hotel, shooting you a vibrant smile, "Oh Y/N, your back early?" Moving closer to where she was, you explained that Rosie allowed you to have the rest of the day off. Charlie seemed exuberant at that, before going back to finish the bonding activity with the others. Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, Vaggie and Niffty were seated on the couch or floor, turning for a second to give you a quick smile before focusing back on Charlie. A wave of static had appeared next to you, and before you knew it, a hand had placed itself on your hip, pulling you closer to the source. Turning your head up, it was none other then the radio demon itself, staring down at you with his signature smile. "Your back quite early, my dear." Alastor had moved his head closer to yours, while his hand was still positioned on your hip. This was odd, was your first thought, as Al wasn't very the touch-feely kinda guy, but he was always the one to invade other peoples space, so you took it as him just being silly. "Oh Hi Al. Yeah, Rosie allowed me to leave early since it wasn't very busy today." A small smile appeared on your face, as you then turned your head back to the group.

A quiet hum was all that come out of Al, and he continued to remain silent as the both of you looked on at the others performing some exercise that Charlie urged them to do. The location of his hand still remained where it was, and once in a while it would move up and down, sometimes pinching a bit, but not enough for it to be painful. Questions flooded your mind as it seemed quite bizarre that he was keeping you so close. Turning your head to look at him, Al motioned his eyes down towards yours, while his head drew to a small tilt. "Ummm Al, you can let go now." His body became stiff, as he was stunned by what you said. He quickly realized where his hand was and placed it behind his back along with his other arm. "AH! Apologies my dear. My mind must have slipped from me!" Wow, this was the first time you had actually seem him be apologetic towards anyone, not only that but his cheeks were a small shade of pink, before it quickly disappeared as if it were magic. "It's alright. Do you want to join the others?" Your head motioned towards the others. Alastor smiled back and began to head with you to sit with the others.

**Nighttime-Your Bedroom**

"WHAT IS HAPPENING?!" Your mind was going crazy, and it was all Al's fault. He was being more touchy with you now and he continued to follow you everywhere you went. After that whole hip incident, he would find other opportunities to touch you. During the exercise that Charlie was conducting, he had placed his hand on yours that was laying on the couch. Then when you were fixing a small snack for yourself, he had popped up next to you and began to slowly wove his hands into your hair, playing with the strands, making you very flustered. The icing on the cake was when the gazes he would give you wherever he went. They were locked on you, hungry for you, piercing your soul. It would have frightened you, but something about it made your knees weak. "Sighhhhhh.........." Flopping your back against your bed, you tried to navigate your thoughts, wondering why the sudden change in Alastor's demeanor. Was he angry about something? Did you make a joke that went to far or was it something else. Coming to a decision, your feet made contact with the floor and began to head to the deer demons room.

Fidgeting with your hands, you stood in front of the door that connected to Al's room. Calming your nerves, you knocked on Alastors door, "Hey Al, its me. Can I talk to you for a second?" A few seconds went by and the door opened to reveal Alastor, smiling widely, crimson pupils gazing down at you. "Evening, my dear. May I inquire what it is you need to talk about?" You looked off to the side before looking back at Al saying it was about some things that had occurred today. Alastor continued to stand at the door before turning around, which was a good hint that it was okay to come inside. Entering inside, your eyes look at the pocket dimension he made before looking back at Al, who's back was facing you. "Listen Al, I noticed you have been acting different today and wanted to know is something wr-" *BANG!* Before you could register what happened, Alastor had slammed his hands against the door, pinning you to it, as he blocked you from escaping. "Evil chuckle.....SoMeThINg iS VEry WrOnG, DaRLIng!" His voice was breaking, static going in and out when he was talking. Shocked by what was happening, you peered up at Al and gasped. His cheeks were coated a deep red, sweat dripping all over his face. His smile seemed wobbly, while his red pupils were now heart-shaped. "Are you okay?" Concerned for him, you tried to touch his cheek, only for your hands to be grab by his, and placed against the door.

"This is the first time in all of my existence I have felt like this. Your scent....so sweet.....so rich with life...I̵̹͇͇̞̕͘͜͢ Ẃ̧̩̪͚̀̕A̵̢̡̰̗͢N̢̢͕̼͢Ţ̛̭͔͠ I̢̛̟̘̕͜T͖̣̪͞ͅ!" His head lunged at you, sinking his teeth into your neck, breaking the skin with his sharp fangs. "AGH!" Your body tensed, goosebumps forming all over your body. The pain was excruciating, yet it only lasted for a minute, until you felt his fangs recede. Something wet was caressing your neck, moving back and forth, dulling the pain for a bit. His head had left the area where he had bitten, allowing you to see his face. Blood covered his lips, slowly dripping down his chin. Desire was glazed in his eyes, and his smile stretched to the point it could break his face. "Exquisite!" He spoke in a husky tone, causing the strength to almost leave your legs. His tongue appeared and wipe the excess blood on his lips, making you blush. "Al..." Your words failed you, as you tried to grasped what was happening in this situation.

A swarm of black tentacles began to appear behind Alastor, grappling at you to hoist you in the air. They had moved your body over to what was possible Alastors bed. Your back hit the bed, while your legs and hands were bound by his powers. "Al! What are you doing?" You lifted your head up a bit, to try to peer at Alastor. His smile was still on his face as he walked over to you, while placing a finger against his lips. "Shhh..don't worry darling. You just need to lie there and give in to p̥̃l̻͌e̩̲̒̈ă̮̬̖ͭ̚s̰͓͈̩̋̅͊̚u̠̝͇̳͊͊̅ͮŕ̰͚̬͔͔ͮ̒ͣ̑ḛ͎͔̣̙͔̒̑ͬ̂̾̚. The jacket he was wearing, was shrugged off, exposing his red dress shirt and black harness that was keeping it in place. Your eyes couldn't look away from him, it was the first time you had every seen him wearing anything else but his coat. You were able to see more of his body shape without the coat, his waist was very slim, yet his arms were slightly bulky, showing that he had some muscle hidden under all that. Removing the harness that was on him, it allowed him to unbutton his shirt, revealing his bare chest to you. A swarm of scars littered his body, causing a small gasp to leave your lips. The middle of his chest had a small patch of red fur, it was noticeably big but not as much as Angel Dust was. His arm contained the scars as well, plus more red fur. You felt your undergarments become moist from just seeing him like this, he was beautiful. Alastor noticed your stares and gave a soft chuckle, "See something you like, darling?"

Arriving at the bed, he climbed on it, moving his body closer to your legs. The tentacles tied to your legs disappeared and were then held down by Als hands. Spreading your legs open, he gazed hard at the wet spot on your underwear. You were only in your nightgown and now Al had a clear view of everything that was going on down there. Embarrassed, you tried to move your head to look away, but stopped when you heard a snarl from below. "D͔͖̬̲̳͂Ö̝̭̟͖̹N̠̼̞̖͆'̱̹̫͉̀̃T̯͇͔ͯͯͅ ̺͍̭̉͑D̳̻̰ͨͥ̑O̮͉̭̿ͭ̈ ͔̻ͩͩ̌T̖̝ͯͬͧͭH̤̱͗̆ͯͣḀ̏̓ͤ͒T͍͋ͥ͆͗̚!̰͌̊̃̍ͨ ……..I want your eyes on me, darling. I want you to watch me take you, every part of you!" His eyes flashed into radio dials for a split second before going back to his normal crimson. Licking his lips, he bent down further, hiking your nightgown to your knees, while his fingers moved your panties to the side, exposing your leaking feminine parts to him. "How adorable, your dripping with anticipation!" He spoke in a playful tone as he extended his tongue out, giving your cunt a quick lick. You jolted upward, moaning at the sensation, causing Alastor to chuckle at your reactions. His tongue extended out again, and began to enter your core, moving your inside, and sometimes teasing at your clit. "Holy shit." your body shook from the pleasure, as your knees tried to squeeze together, pushing Alastors head closer. Alastor continued his ministrations, moaning at the taste of you. One of his hands, left your leg to start flicking at your clit, spurring on more moans from you. "How was he so good at this?" You thought, as you continued to squirm at the sensations Al was giving you. Something started to build up inside you, the more and more pleasure you were getting, the bigger it got. "Ah!...Al.....stop....some-...something is coming." Pleading with Al, you were warning him to stop, as you felt your orgasm starting to surface. Al refused to leave from his position, tongue moving faster inside, urging you to come. Your back arched off the bed as your cunt exploded, coating Al's tongue and mouth with your essence.

Trembling all over, your body melted into the bed, dazed. You felt his tongue slowly pull out of you, as his head lifted up to face you, lips covered in your slick. Smirking, he wipe the excess of your orgasm with his finger, licking it after. "I'm not one for sweets, but you my dear, are quite the exception." There was a sound of something zipping and before you knew it, Al had climbed on top of you, hands pinned next to your head. "Are you ready, darling?" You broke out of your daze at his question, muttering a soft "huh, ready for?" when he spoke to you. "Chuckles...ready for me to ravage you?" Shocked by Alastors response, you felt your whole face flush, mouth gaped open like a fish. Unable to come up with a response, your head move to the side, wishing your hands were free so you could cover it. The silence from you concerned Alastor greatly, placing a hand on your cheek to turn it back to face him. "What is the matter, my dear?" His eyes turn soft, smile turning in a thin line. Lips bitten, you didn't know how to explain it. "Its....um.....I...uh....I never..um.."

Quickly realizing what you were trying to say, Alastor leaned his face closer, touching his forehead against yours. "I take it, it is your first time?" He hit the nail on the head, answering him with a soft nod. "Well, it is mine as well, darling. And I intend on making this painless and satisfactory for you. Do you trust me?" This side of Alastor took your breath away, the gentle and kind part of him that always made your heart race whenever you saw it. You did trust him, completely. Nodding your head, you smiled up at Alastor, earning a soft smile from. His lips drew closer to yours, merging together into a kiss. It started slow with a peck before it shifted into full on making out. His teeth gave a soft nip to your lips, allowing them to open, giving him access to your tongue. Both of your tongues continued to lash at each other, as Alastor claws made their way to your nightgown, ripping it slowly, leaving you bare in front of him. You felt something prod at your entrance, and slowly enter inside of you

Gasping out, your lips disconnected from Al's, moaning in discomfort. Alastor stayed completely still, refusing to move until he made sure you were ready. "The pain will fade, my deer." Soft kisses were met to your forehead, your lips, your ears and then your bite mark that was left by Alastor. It felt like something had stuck a stick inside of you, but the pain wasn't horrible, just odd. Trying to ease into it, your eyes scanned the room, taking in the decor and the bayou atmosphere that Alastor made. The sounds of water sloshing somewhere and the little tiny fireflies helped you to relax, making the sensation more tolerable. Alastor's face remained on your neck, the sounds of his breath close to your ear, and the thumping of his heartbeat against your chest, making you flush. The uncomfortable feeling had all but faded away, and you signaled to Al that you were okay. Going back to his original position, on top of you, he hoisted your legs to wrapped around him. Groaning, he started to move inside of you, the tip of his erection going in and out of you. "Ah..Ahh!" Tears formed in the corner of your eyes, mind-blown from the feeling of Alastor penetrating you. "Huff...you take me so well, darling. Everytime I move, your insides quiver!" Alastor sped up his thrusts, earning more moans to spill from your lips.

The tentacles still remained on your hands, holding them down. You wanted nothing more than to place them on Al's back, wanting to pull him closer. "Ahhh...alastor..remove these" Gesturing to the tentacles with your eyes, Alastor let out a soft laugh. "Whatever for?" Alastor sped up, hitting your sweet spot more directly, causing you to squeeze him with your legs. "Ahh...please...I wa-I want to touch you." Begging, your eyes filled with tears from the immense ecstasy. Alastors face turned red at your sweet pleading, before raising one if his hands to snap his fingers, "Chuckle...very well. Since you begged so nicely-SNAP." The tendrils left your arms, allowing you to wrap them around Al's back, pulling him closer. His rod throbbed inside of you, inserting itself in and out of you at rapid pace, making your eyes roll back. "AHHH.....MORE...PLEASE!" Yelling out in pleasure, your hands clawed at his back, feeling another orgasm coming. Alastor continued to groan on top of you, eyes flicking into radio dials then back to crimson, showing he was loosing control of himself. "Take it....take all of it, darling!" Clenching down on his rod, your back arched off the bed again, as you came, followed by Alastor who sped thrusted inside of you, until coming to a complete stop, coating your insides.

You felt like your were on cloud nine, your legs continued to shake, body drenched in sweat. Alastor's head had fallen on your chest, acting as a little pillow for him as you felt his soft breaths on your skin. He remained inside of you for a bit until slowly removing his rod, cum dripping out. Alastor removed his head form your chest, removing himself from the bed, standing next to you. Still in la la land, you didn't register him picking you up off the bed, bringing you into another room. "Lets get you cleaned up." Your ears picked up a bit on what he said, but your head was still in a daze.

**Alastors Bathroom**

Your back was placed against Alastor's bare chest, leaning against him as you both soaked your bodies in his bathtub. Al had drawn up a bath for the both of you, adding in some essentials oils to make the experience more relaxing and some bubbles for fun. His hands rubbed against your skin, soothing the sore parts on your body. "My dear, may I ask, did you receive a small trinket from Rosie, by chance? His static filled voice appeared in your ear, waking you up a bit from the relaxing sensations. You tilted your head up a bit to look at him, "Umm, she gave me my pay and a perfume bottle as a gift." Another laugh was heard from behind you, making you raise an eyebrow. "Ahhh..Rosie, always trying to play matchmaker!" Turning your body around, you looked up at Alastor, wondering what he was talking about. Alastor placed a hand on your cheek, leaning closer to gaze into your eyes. "That little perfume contained a potent aphrodisiac. It's quite powerful to certain demonic breeds, especially deers like myself!" His words made something click in your head. OMGGGGGGG!!!!!!! NOW YOU KNOW WHAT ALASTOR WAS ACTING LIKE THAT! YOU WERE BASICALLY DOPEING HIM! "OMG!! Al I-I had no idea, I knew it smelled nice, but I didn't think it was..I..I'm sorry." Hands placed against your face, in embarrassment, you felt steam coming out of your ears. Hands placed against your shoulder, you were turned around to now your body was facing Alastor. Slowly, Al removed your hands from your face, "My sweet darling, I am not upset. Honestly, I am more tiffed that Rosie tried to help in my attempts to court you. There were better ways to go about it, not involving that blasted perfume!" The static had left his voice, showing how serious he was. "Wait what?" Picking up on what he said, you started at Al in awe. "You wanted to court me?" Guffawing on your reaction, Alastor placed his head against yours, "Why of course, my dear! You peaked my interest the minute you arrived at the hotel. While I do admit it was more for entertaining purposes, I find your very being quite charming and adorable. I would very much like to continue this arrangement, properly of course, without the aphrodisiac of course. What say you, my dear? Do you wish to form a relationship with me?

You were not expecting that! This whole time he wanted to date you. You admit that you had a crush on him as time went on, but you thought dating was gonna be off the table with him. You already had your answer, placing your hand against his cheek, you uttered a "Yes" Alastor jester smile had returned, placing both of his hands on your cheek, "Normally, I would seal an arrangement like this with a handshake, but I'll settle for a kiss!" His face came closer, sealing your lips with a passionate kiss.

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Alastor being such a teasing bastard.. I can’t 🩷❤️🩷❤️🩷

Thank you for doing my request @redvexillum 🩷

Dearest @alastor-simp Thank you for such a lovely comment! Recently I wrote a story similar to this request: Morning Riser. Please let me indulge and use your request for an unofficial continuation of that story. XOXO, RedVexi 💋

A/N: Will I write more unofficial continuation of this story after this? Mayyyybe. Only time shall tell. After all, we still have to know what he did to us for punishment.

SUMMARY: Alastor simply wanted to wake you up...in more ways than one.

WARNING/TAGS: f!reader, oral s*x (receiving), teasing, Alastor didn't forget and is petty AF, established relationship, finger*ng, edging, ruined org*sm, dom/sub undertone, Reader is a brat

A velvety, plush sensation brushed against your inner thighs, so delicate it sent a ticklish shiver up your spine. Instinctively, you moved to close your legs, but the sudden sharp prickle of claws halted your movement. Blinking sleep away from your eyes, you glanced down to see Alastor’s face emerging from between your legs.   

“Al-?” You began, startled, but he silenced you with a firm press of his index finger against his lips.  

Your teeth clicked together as you swallowed the rest of your words, muscles slowly unwinding under his touch. It was rare for Alastor to show such a carnal hunger first thing in the morning. Usually, there was a gradual build-up of teasing touches, soft caresses, and dark whispers of his fantasies before he finally claimed you.   

But today was different.   

Today, his eyes gleamed with a raw, unspoken desire and perhaps – was that a twinkle of mischief shining in his eyes?   

Bewildered, you stared as Alastor sighed, nuzzling his cheek against your inner thigh. He planted delicate kisses, each one a stepping stone leading up your leg, until his lips hovered tantalizingly at the apex of your thighs.   

Fingers clutching the bed sheets, you pulled, trying to stifle your moans and restrain your body from surrendering to his touch. Your muscles quivered as heat radiated from your core and flushed your face. His hot, whispered breaths ghosted over your moistened centre, teasing your sensitive nerves and heightening your anticipation.   

His eyes, blazing with Hell’s brimstone and marked by obsidian slit-like pupils, slowly travelled up from your cunt to meet your gaze. Only the upper half of his face was visible past your mound, but you could sense the wicked grin twisting his lips.   

Holding your gaze, he hooked your right leg over his shoulder, pushing your other leg wide, exposing your bare cunt fully to him. His face moved closer, his lips brushing against your lower lips as his exhalation teased you into quivering submission. A plea weighed heavily on your tongue, but you remembered Alastor’s command for silence, so you bit back the words and watched.   

He waited a moment longer, then you felt the heat of his broad tongue as it slid against you, nestling perfectly between your inner folds. He closed his eyes, a soft groan vibrating from his throat into you. One heel dug into the bed, the other into Alastor’s back, keeping your body still. You knew what he wanted – rather – what he expected from you.   

Agonizingly, he dragged his tongue between the slits of your cunt, up, up, and up until the narrow tip rested against your clit. A sharp exhale escaped your lips, and Alastor’s eyes opened in response, his gaze locking onto yours. A short heavy pause, then with renewed urgency, he surged forward, lips latching onto your sensitive bundle of nerves, suckling with a hunger that sent waves of pleasure crashing through you.   

The wet sound of his lips smacking and the powerful grip around your thighs to control your squirming was overwhelming. Pants sharpened with desire tore through you as Alastor pressed his arm against the front of your hip, stopping you from grinding your needy cunt against his lips.   

Suddenly, you felt the heat and the satisfying stretch of your centre as his finger penetrated you, soon followed by another, filling you and adding another layer of heightened pleasure. Your lips trembled, trying to stifle the moan, the whine that begged for more, oh, please, more, more. His digits moved slowly, curling and pressing against the sensitive spot within you.   

His tongue continued its relentless suckling, the sound of his feasting loud and roaring in your ears. His fingers moved in tandem with the wet squelch, creating a symphony of pleasure. In and out, curl and press, suck and tease until...  

A cry escaped as you felt the familiar pressure building inside you. Your walls clenched and unclenched as blood rushed down, heating your core, sizzling, bubbling, ready to spill over. You fought against his grasp, your body undulating and grinding as he showed no signs of stopping. His tongue swirled and flicked, providing constant stimulation that brought you to your peak with no brakes in sight.   

Pulling against the covers and pressing your heel harder into his back to increase the pressure, you cried out, “Alas-”   

But suddenly, it was gone. The incredible, pleasurable sensation vanished, leaving you feeling empty and into a quivering, wet mess. Tears blurred your vision as you looked down. Alastor continued to press light kisses along the edges of your outer folds, then suckled lightly on your inner thigh before releasing you with a soft pop.   

You wanted to whine and beg for him to continue, but you knew better. It was always on his terms. Yet, you couldn’t understand why he was teasing you so mercilessly first thing in the morning. Reflecting back, you were unable to think of anything you had done to warrant this.   

Straightening his back and letting your leg fall from his shoulder, you noticed his hardened cock jutting out, weeping and throbbing. Despite this, he paid himself no mind. He wore his classic shit-eating grin, his glossy lips coated with your slick. With a slow swipe of his tongue, he smacked his lips and hummed in satisfaction, savouring your taste.   

The bed creaked as he shifted his weight, his hands bracketing your sides as he prowled up your body. Up, up, and up he went, only to be halted when your legs wrapped around his torso, ankles locking behind him.   

He stuttered to a stop, raising a brow in amusement. Slowly, he lowered his body, his hot, hardened cock pressing up against your wet folds. The shaft of his cock slowly ground against you, and you whimpered when the ridge of his head knocked against your sensitive clit.   

He placed a chaste kiss on your cheek, lingering there as he sighed softly, “Good morning, darling.”  

There was an itch in your brain. You knew Alastor was playing a game with you; you had known him long enough to sense he was up to something. Pressing the front of his hips against your cunt with your legs, you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Alastor,” you keened, grinding against his hard length.   

You were not above begging if it meant starting your day with a mind-blowing orgasm.   

“Please,” you whispered, your voice a mixture of desperation and desire, “I need you.”  

His grin widened; his eyes gleaming with wicked desire. “Oh, darling,” he purred, “I know you do. But patience is such a virtue.” His cock teased you mercilessly, sliding against your slick folds, keeping you on the edge.   

You whimpered, arching against him, your need palpable in your voice. “Please, Alastor. Don’t tease me like this.” The moment you uttered those familiar words and Alastor’s grin ripped through his cheeks; realization hit you like a dump truck.   

Oh, that sonuvabitch.   

“Are you serious?” You hissed, and Alastor laughed boisterously in response. “Alastor, that was literally last year!”  

“Correct, darling,” Alastor replied, his voice dripping with playful malice. “Exactly one year, I may add.”  

You stared at his silly grin, incredulous. He had waited an entire year to exact his petty vengeance. “You already made me pay for it thoroughly, I would also like to add,” you glared at him, upset that despite his pettiness, you still wanted him to finish what he started.   

He let out a hearty chuckle, nodding emphatically. “Oh yes, that was quite the show,” he said with a wide grin. He rubbed the tip of his nose against yours, his voice dipping lower as his fingers, which gripped your hip, slowly traced a path up and down your side. “I very much enjoyed it, darling.”  

His breath felt hot against your skin, his cock throbbing and pressing insistently against your wet folds. His ego would never let him cave into his desire. “You’re insufferable,” you groaned, trying to suppress the shivers of desire coursing through you.   

“Am I now?” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ears. “Or am I exactly what you need right now?” He made his point when he drew back and traced the head of his cock along your pulsing entrance, sliding in just the tip before withdrawing once again.   

Heat flushed your chest and cheeks as you recalled how Alastor had edged you for an entire week, leaving you in tears, begging for release. When he finally gave in, he overwhelmed you with orgasms after orgasms, leaving you a brainless, trembling mess, covered in your own sweat and slick.   

“A-anyway,” you stuttered, unable to meet the intensity of his gaze, your skin tingling from the awareness of his bare body melding with yours. “Since I already paid for my transgressions, I would like you to finish what you started.” You pouted, repeating the words he had once told you.   

His response was a laugh. “Oh, how silly of you, my dear! We have such a full day today!” Much to your dismay, he parted from you, and with a snap of his fingers, he was fully clothed.   

You stared at him, flustered and aching with unfulfilled desire. “Alastor, you can’t be serious!” You protested, your body still throbbing with need.   

He grinned mischievously, adjusting his bow tie. “Oh, but I am. Anticipation makes everything so much sweeter, wouldn’t you say, dear?”  

Glaring at him, you huffed and folded your arms across your chest. “You go on ahead first, I’ll finish up by myself.” You waved him off with a flick of your wrist, fighting to keep the twitch at the end of your smirk from ruining your frown.   

Predictably, Alastor suppressed a low growl. The bones in his neck cracked with a sickening crunch as he twisted his head around in an unnatural rotation. His arm shot out, gripping your offending wrist with an iron grip.  

Forcing out a dry chuckle, his grin stretched wide, exposing the line of his gums. “My dear,” he said lowly, his voice carrying a warning, his one and only warning.   

For a man like Alastor, control was everything. He craved it, needed it. The one thing you had promised him was that from now on, until forever, each one of your releases belonged to him, and he took that promise to heart. Yet, it didn’t stop you from goading and teasing him with the idea of finding your own satisfaction without his permission.   

He made it too easy sometimes.   

“You really think you can find satisfaction without me?” His voice was a low, dangerous purr, his grip tightening on your wrist until it bordered on pain.   

You met his gaze, your eyes sparkling with defiance and mischief. “Well, you’re punishing me for something I don’t deserve.” You turned your cheek the other way. “So, unless you finish what you started, I’m going to stay in bed, thank you very much.” You hoped your words would drive Alastor to push you down the bed and make you pay for your words. Truly, even his punishment was better than having to suffer through unfulfilled desire.   

You felt Alastor’s grip loosen, though he still held you firmly. With his free hand, he gently cupped your cheek, turning your face toward him. You met his raised brow, and you couldn’t contain a burst of giggles erupting from within you. The absurdity of the situation made your shoulders tremble with mirth.  

That laughter was quickly silenced as Alastor covered your lips with his own. The usual mischievous glint in his gaze had softened, replaced by a rare, gentle warmth that spoke of affection – a tenderness he seldom bestowed so freely.   

“You’ll be a good girl, won’t you?” Alastor’s voice was a soft, commanding whisper as he pulled back, his fingers still caressing your cheek with a delicate touch. The command was clear, and you understood it perfectly.   

If you listened to him, he would reward you with a night of ecstasy and pleasure, as he always had every time he was pleased with you.   

You nodded slightly, speechless, as you didn’t expect Alastor to take such a gentle approach in response to your obvious teasing and goading.   

Suppressing an incredulous chuckle at how Alastor could hold on to a petty joke for an entire year, you sighed in resignation. “Alright, alright, I’m getting out of bed.” As you spoke, a soft, knowing smile curved your lips.   

You could be good, you decided, and wait patiently for tonight. After all, if there was one thing you excelled at, it was savouring the anticipation. The promise of what was to come ignited a thrill within you, making the wait all the more enticing.   

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~You bring out his dark side

Summary: plotless smut

Warnings: Smut | Minors DNI | oral (m receiving) | praise/degradation kink

a/n - first time writing smut! i've been reading it for a while now and decided it was time to try writing it!

part 2 here!

"you look so fucking hot right now" he said, as you crawled up his body from the edge of the bed. you had been eyeing him up all night, and had finally managed to get him away from his friends and into your room.

you place both your knees on the sides of his body, running your hand along his chest. "yeah?" you breathed, feeling your core get hot at the thought of what was directly below you. "what are you going to do about that?" you whispered into his ear, your hand rubbing down from his chest to settle directly above his dick, teasing him.

he groaned from a place deep within his chest, arching himself into your hand. he's head thrown back and his eyes shut, his breathing rapidly increasing. you pressed your palm into him, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. "please baby, don't be a tease".

your mouth began to water at the idea of putting his dick in your mouth, so you popped open his jeans and pushed your hand inside. what you were greeted with caused a deep fire to spread from your core, your nipples hardening with awareness. his member was hard and leaking from the tip, aching for release.

"god baby, do something" he moaned, his chest rapidly rising and falling, a sheen layer of sweat on his forehead. you pressed your front to him, dragging your breasts across his chest, stomach, and groin as you lowered yourself down on the bed aligning your mouth with him.

you pushed his jeans and underwear down, releasing him. precum leaked from the tip, falling down his shaft. you grabbed the bottom of him, causing him to buck into your fist. "y/n" he groaned "please... ". feeding on his need for you, you opened your mouth and licked the trail of precum on the outside of his shaft. his hands lifted to the back of your head, holding you in place as he bucked his cock along your face. "fuck" he moaned, his legs beginning to shake as his hands tightened into fists in your hair. you gradually slide him into your mouth, lowering his shaft down your throat, feeling it expand with the size of him.

you began relentlessly moving your head up and down, feeling saliva pool in your mouth and dripping down the sides of him. your eyes begin to water as the need to breathe begins to overwhelm you, but the desire to feel him cum in your mouth is all you can think about.

"fuck baby, don't stop" he says as he pushes your head down. he begins to use his legs to thrust into your mouth, overwhelmed by feeling you all around him. "you're such a good girl" he says through each thrust, grinding himself against your face. he begins to unravel, continually pushing your head further into him as he thrusts himself as far down your throat as he can go.

he raises a hand behind him, gripping the head board so hard the wood begins to groan. he places his feet flat against the mattress, a determined look gleaming in his eyes, as he sets a more bruising pace. his whole body is focused on using you to meet his release. his balls begin to slap across your chin, his cock drenched in wetness each time it leaves your mouth.

your nose now pressed against him with how deep he's thrusting into you, you can't help but swallow around him. "FUCK" he shouts, grabbing your chin with his hand, he pulls you up to him, and smashes his lips to yours. his tongue pushing into your mouth, as his arms move around you to grab your ass in a bruising grip. he spanks your ass hard, causing you to crash into him and gasp out at the impact. "who knew you were such a dirty little slut" he rasps out as his other hand goes to wrap around your neck. "you just wanted to bring me out to play, didn't you baby" he says as he starts to tighten his grip around your neck. you feel blood pounding in your ears, your core so slick with wetness and feeling so empty you can't help but whine out.

"don't worry baby" he says as he grabs your hips, flipping you around onto the bed. He pushes your face into the mattress, one hand on the back of your head the other still around your neck, cutting off your ability to breathe. He grinds his cock against your clothed core, "I know just what you need".

Various waking up from a wet dream of their crush

Characters: Yasuhiro, Mondo, Izuru, Nagito, Rantaro, Kaito

Tw: Cumming in pants, gn reader non despair au, picked from wheel generator

Genre : smut go brrr

Yasuhiro

After Hiro came in his boxers I think he sleeps in boxers he couldn't believe if what he was doing to you was certainly true

Hiro probably knows much about sex but he didn't know it would be that much pleasure

Just by him putting his member inside of your sex they clenched around his member which sent lewd sounds out both of your mouths

He woke up like he was in a nightmare but with pleasure

He tugged and his boxers waistband just to see a sperm of release running down his upper thigh

He would tell nobody but only the people he trust

If you were in a relationship he would tell you but he would confuse you more

"D-dont worry about me y/n I'm fine, just some trouble just m-morning."

Mondo

If you ever had sex with this man you would definitely pass out Mondo had a crush on you for quite a while now

He wouldn't have sex with you unless you give him consent consent is sooo hawt 😍

Mondo would definitely break you but still be pleased

This is one of the few times Mondo actually got terrified

I don't think Mondo would actually be a virgin

Mondo would keep it a secret and eventually tell taka

"I'm all good y/n, just interfering with other gangs.."

Izuru

Izuru always had a fluttery when around you

And he never knew he would cum in his pants like a teenager

Izuru would be shocked for once

All he could remember was you moaning his name and begging while he was pounding you with his member deep inside the mattress

He would tell Hajime so he could understand but would tell you an other way which leaves you to Google what he said

He would have a fait blush for the rest of his day or years till you get together

"I'm really fine y/n, just feeling a little hot.."

Nagito

Nagito got more annoyed than he was in Danganronpa 2.5

He wanted to experience it more due to his "luck"

Nagito being inside of you felt heavenly

More than he can imagine is you clenching around him leaving him more needy

"..I'm all good y/n, just my luck interfering with my mornings.."

Rantaro

Rantaro would be calmer than the rest

He most likely should know what sex his since he has 12 sisters and his dad is a hoe

Would be able to keep it a secret even if you two are together

" I'm all good y/n, I promise.."

Kaito

Be would be more and more terrified he would avoid you by making excuses

He wouldn't want to do that till he was married

But it drove him more mad every time you greeted him

"o-oh look at t-the time, i-i must go! S-See you later y/n.."

A/N: Im still mad

Literally, when I'm writing and instead of being horny I have such a serious face that it seems like I'm working on something really serious.

"dick" "pathetic" "moan" "pussy" "desperate" "wet" "needy" "cock"

candy-wasted.

john krasinski x male reader.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. with halloween coming to a disappointing end, what's a better way to end the holiday than to get candy-wasted on john's offer of his king-sized candy bar?

𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓. one-shot [ 6.7k ].

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. male reader 〳 domestic!au 〳 halloween!au 〳 husband!john 〳 established relationship 〳 kissing 〳 sexual content: top!john, bottom!reader, anal penetration, rough!sex, no prep, breeding, spitting, blowjob (r!giving), pain kink, slapping, spanking, armpit fetish, humiliation, degradation, body worship, cock worship, over-stimulation, extremely hung!john.

“Think that might be the last of ‘em,” John said, shutting the front door and turning off the porch light. “Not a single Lydia Deetz, Ennui, Deadpool, or Wolverine costume in sight.”

It was Halloween night.

Declaring Halloween as your favorite holiday would be unjust to the true fanatics. More than anything, you loved the celebration for the atmosphere. You loved the smell of autumn coming into full bloom by virtue of artificial cinnamon and apple in soy candles rather than the fresh leaves withering outside. You loved driving by neighborhoods to see all the houses that had been decorated, fictionalizing a house-decorating competition in the process. You loved how spooky TV would get, from horror movies to reruns of old sitcom episodes that had a Halloween theme.

Most important of all, you loved taking your kids out to trick or treat with John, watching them outgrow their costumes every year and growing teary-eyed at the likelihood that they’d eventually stop having you and John come along with them in favor of their friends.

Even though you mentally prepared yourself for the moment, you weren’t expecting this year to be the time where your son and daughter would tell you that they would be sleeping over at a friend’s for the celebration. As if there was any option for you and John to protest too, it suddenly struck you how quickly they were becoming their own person, because they had already packed their bags the night before.

But also—damn you, for raising them to be so direct.

When John returned back to the couch, you glanced at the bowl.

“Do kids these days not go trick-or-treating anymore? We’re doing less refills than usual,” You took the half-empty bowl from him and rummaged through the assorted candy bars. “When I was a kid, I used to circle my neighborhood multiple times because I was determined to not end the night with a barren bucket. I also knew my parents would steal from my stash whenever I was asleep, so that was another incentive to prolong the pain in my little kid legs.”

You knew you were babbling and were beyond caring. From the smile John gave you, he seemed more entertained by the endless vault of childhood stories than the horror marathon you two had started since six o’clock in the evening.

“All those candy runs seem to be paying off considering your calves are the size of bowling balls,” John laughed, arranging your legs to lay them across his lap as you resumed lounging. To prove his point, he began unzipping your costume’s pant leg one-by-one, ventilating your ankles and calves finally free from the tight spandex.

You breathed a sigh of relief when the draft in the air chilled the sweat on your skin, then another, when John’s large hands began stroking and kneading at your legs. You probably should have guessed that John had other intentions in mind since his hands only traveled north, in which your calves were nowhere to be found.

But what would be the fun in calling out your lover’s extremely apparent advances? For a brief moment, you two sat in silence, putting the TV on mute because the marathon had run its course, but also to hear the sound of John’s hands, calloused, warm, and large over the plane of your body, exploring you and the ribbed costume like he was learning texture for the first time.

It had been quite a long time since it was this quiet in the house. You had to have accidentally said it out loud, or John’s telepathic abilities were only awakened on Halloween night, because he was looking at you like you had whet his appetite, hazel eyes cataloguing your body like it was a dirty magazine, lips bitten in secrecy.

“What’s on your mind, Captain America?” You let your legs wrap around John’s waist when he pulled you to sit on his lap, fixing his tousled hair with a smooth swoop of your hand, and affectionately squeezed his large shoulders after.

God, John filled out his costume so well. No wonder you couldn’t stop glancing at him throughout the night, the tactical suit made him look much larger and imposing—you couldn’t help but run your hands all over his body and his tight muscles beneath the fabric, the contoured lines of the costume was practically inviting you to do so.

“I’m thinking… the neighborhood is quiet. I’m thinking that the kids are preparing for bed, and that the parents are drunk off their children’s candy stash, which means you can finally take it easy for tonight, Spider-Man.” John’s smile was terribly broad. You could feel him fiddling with the pull tab on the back of your costume with one hand while the other was caressing the side of your thigh, nearing dangerously closer to your rump.

It was a cheap costume that ran for no more than forty bucks, which meant you could feel the heat radiating off of John’s palm.

“Take it easy? I’ve been taking it easy. I got my popcorn, some king-sized candy bars, a scary flick, a rather inquisitive man holding me…” You shivered when his hand paused on your right buttock and squeezed. “Nothing’s beating this right now.”

He began kissing your neck, his beard ticklish and feathery over your flesh. “Really? Nothing at all?” Both of his hands were on your rump now, massaging tenderly at the handful of thick flesh in his palms.

You must have indulged in the warmth and strength of John’s grip on you for far too long, because out of the blue, he began knocking the silence out of you with strong smacks to your ass, drawing out a collection of moans and grunts from you as he fixated on marking up your neck until your mouth was in vicinity.

When his strong palms came down onto your cheeks again, your lips parted at the right moment he would seize them, capturing your mouth for a slow, languid kiss. John’s lips tasted like a celebration. You could feel the crumbs of sugar from the fruit ropes he was eating prior roll off his lips and onto your tongue, flavoring the kiss of green apple. You moaned, gently holding at both ends of his jaw, while your hips grew conscious of how your body was reacting to John’s tongue invading your mouth, pressing your growing tent against his pelvis with slow rolls, pushing your ass out to meet his hands.

“Nothing at all, unless…” You groaned when the stinging over your covered ass was only heightened by the unrelenting grasp John had on your ample skin. If he wasn’t so busy tonguing your mouth open, you wouldn’t be surprised to find him tearing your costume into two within the next second. “You have something to bestow upon me?”

“Ever heard of a monster-sized candy bar? I got one that’s filled with vanilla cream for you, specifically curated to your taste buds. What do you think? I’ll trade ya’.” The spirit of Halloween affected him as he laughed into the kiss, the tip of his nose crinkling in effect and swiping over yours when he resumed in exploring your mouth.

“I think it sounds like a trick, you a con-man?” You lightly pushed at his chest to break from the kiss, then lingered to silently admire his well-built pecs. You weren’t sure if you were more turned on by John’s hard-work and dedication, or the fantasy of him as a superhero—saving you from your ultimate demise.

Regardless, your hips only rutted harder, swooping low to brush your erection against his, then raising them high, to grind your rump over his arousal.

“Keep moving your hips like that, and you’ll find the answer soon.”

An inquisitive hand of yours reached in between John’s thighs. It didn’t take long, hardly a millisecond, to find what you’d been searching for.

The mass in your palm was overwhelmingly large and thick. You felt your throat go dry when the weight of John’s bulge was heavy enough to unfurl itself within his suit, across his right thigh, and reach to a point of hardness where one hand of yours found it impossible to tame it alone.

You stroked the enormous print, focusing on the apparent head with your thumb, and then squeezed. Hard.

“Fuck, (M/N). Upstairs, now.”

As you sat on your knees, the scent of arousal filled your nostril. There was something enthralling about this position, being bare and naked on the carpet, while you were looking up at John’s hard cock through your lashes. He was already monstrous enough, but the angle from below provided insight just exactly how jaw-dropping his size was.

“I’m sorry I doubted you, Captain. What would you like in exchange?” Bracing your hands on his strong calves, you nuzzled the underside of his erection. You sucked in a breath at the smell of it. The heat and musk built from a long day of work, finally released out into the air, tickled your nose pleasantly and made your mouth water. “‘Three musketeers?’ ‘Butterfingers?’ ‘Hershey’s?’” You slapped his heavy cock over your lips, mouthing over the tender spots of his glans.

He had his arms behind his head, exhaling slow and steady, sporting an expression that told you he was the luckiest man alive, not that you needed that affirmation, as you held his cock tight around the base and suckled at the plump, pink tip. “How about ‘(M/N)’s Pieces?’ Yeah? Is that up for grabs?”

You could feel his hairy thighs tense up when you taunted him with the tiniest licks over his heavy, full balls. It was amusing, watching his cock jolt over your face—like they were envious of such half-hearted actions.

“You mean, the candy that would make a kind and handsome dad, such as yourself, turn into a ferocious beast of a man?” Holding John’s lustful gaze, you took a long and slow lick at the underside of his shaft, the girth of it thicker than the width of your tongue.

You felt complacent when he let out a hoarse moan upon pressing your nose deep into his cock-slit, inhaling deep. “Yeah, that one…”

You traced the prominent veins on his cock with your tongue—thick, pumping blood vessels that made him throb over your mouth with rage. “You know, you’d have to work really hard…” Between fondling and suckling his full sack into your mouth, you stroked his shaft and muttered, “To break me into pieces.”

It was difficult enough to maintain some semblance of order, but the taste of John’s sweat, blooming delicately and stimulating your appetite like an hors d’oeuvre, made you nearly submit as your knees felt inclined to spread wider, and wider, letting you enjoy your last moments before you’d yield.

You hoped you were distracting John enough, being caught in the middle of humping the air and fucking yourself back on some imaginary dick would’ve gave him the upper hand.

“I do—oh, fuck…” He choked back on a moan, the heat of your mouth as you suddenly slid his cock inside melted the composure off his face. His thick shaft strained, stretching your wet mouth uncomfortably. The chances of you taking all of John inside of your mouth was slim to none. You’d done this so many times, tried everything, from practicing with a dildo to enduring the tears welling, to get him down your throat, but your body wouldn’t give in—it simply couldn’t.

He was much too big for your own good.

John was large. Tall. Always has been, and always will be. His muscular legs were open wide, his face was slack-jawed from your tantalizing tongue, and even though you could barely fit half of his cock inside of your mouth, you were still in control.

You pulled him out with a gasp, nearly choking back on the spit pooled in the back of your mouth, and sniffled. “You do? You sure about that?” There was no doubt that the inevitable was going to happen. Gagging on John’s large cock was a given, but it was the messiness of it all, that made your cock leak. “I don’t think you can handle it.”

His cock was coated thick and heavy in a glorious sheen of spit, translucent pearls shining on the veiny skin. One hand was massaging his balls while the other was adamant in slicking him up until the weight of your own saliva was enough to weigh him down.

You temporarily freed John from your fist to slap his wet and large cock around. It was delectable, watching his giant tool swing from the impact of your smacks. Webs of thick spit occasionally flung to your face, as if his dick was fighting back against your horrendous taunts, but all you needed to do was tame it with your mouth again, and the reign on John’s body resumed.

“I am, and I can…” John grunted, his abdominal muscles flexing. You could see his toes curling into the carpet at the corner of your eye, swirling your tongue over the swollen pink head while the rest of his monster cock was being man-handled by your quick hand, tightly grasping to keep your hand from slipping.

“You absolutely sure?” Your words turned him on, his cock maddening in course as it spat out drips of pre-cum from the squeezing grip you had around his shaft.

The substance wouldn’t stance a chance against your urges, you eagerly went on to lap it up, forcing more of the viscous fluid to come out with competitive strokes to aid.

“I’m sure—baby, come on, enough—“ He struggled to contain his moans, arching his hip forward to push himself further into your mouth, but you wouldn’t have it. Instead, you reeled yourself back, slapping his cock once again as punishment, and remained at tip’s length.

You could tell he was getting frustrated, you knew of his mannerisms for years now. For God’s sake, you were his husband. His jaw tightened and his eyes leered down at you with sudden alert—like a silent warning. He exhaled sharply as if the draft in the room had infected his strong body with frostbite.

Nonetheless, you continued entertaining yourself, knowing the consequences—anticipating them, rather.

You tongued the urethra of his dick, welcoming every drop with greedy sucks, all while you hadn’t left John out of your sight for a single second. You could make John orgasm right then, you were so sure of it.

“You really, really, really sure?” Your smile was smug, feigning innocence while you mouthed on his thick piece of meat, stroking yourself to the copious amount of pre-cum leaking from his tip.

John’s gaze immediately darkened.

He loved watching you slap his dick across your face. He loved being in awe at his own size, especially when you’d shower him in praises as you compared his big cock to your forearm.

I’m going to break my ass taking you, John. Holy fuck…

He loved having his dick sucked, point blank period. How sloppy it could get, how nice his cock felt when it was being slimed up with such pent-up arousal. You were confident that you were over-delivering in that department too because the lower half of your face was dripping in your own saliva.

“What’s the matter, big man? You don’t want to fuck me anymore? Break me into pieces like you originally wanted to? Think you won’t satisfy me enough?” You pursed your lips over the plump head, provoking John by the sudden languid pace of your wrist. “Answer me,” You slapped his large cock again, your own erection throbbing from watching John grit his teeth in sudden refusal to give in.

“Are you sure or not? Huh? Answer me,” John sucked in his teeth every time you smacked his cock, and you proceeded to hound him harder, narrowing your tone. “Your cock’s useless. Can’t satisfy me. Can’t satisfy a fucking flashlight with how big it is.”

“Ghoul got your tongue, or what?” You smacked his cock hard. “Your big fucking cock—” His cock swung. “—seems to be doing—” Pulsed in a fit of pique. “the speaking for y—“

A harsh slap cut your taunts short.

You let out a gasp, your hand instantly coming up to hold your cheek and tranquilize the stinging pain. Shock crossed your face, bewildered as though you hadn’t been anticipating his catharsis the entire time.

“Enough,” He pulled you up by the jaw to meet your lips hungrily, his large hands clamped tight around your neck like you were fresh carp farmed for hatchery. “You’re really testing me today, aren’t you?”

The kiss was searing, your lips volunteering themselves to be bitten and sucked to be forgiven upon the increasing pressure around your throat. Maybe you were still coming to terms with the slap, but it swallowed you whole nonetheless, rendering you incapable of producing a single coherent thought.

You whimpered softly, his resentment was beyond recall as his hands remained solid, one thumb looming over the center of your throat, “Hit me again—“

He stabilized you with one hand around your throat, squeezing tight, and let his other hand swing across your cheek, harder than previously.

“F-fuck!” You could feel your cheek blooming with heat, stinging as if a million of rose thorns had prickled your skin to poison you with its color, and you couldn’t have asked for more.

It was too good. John’s large hand imprinted hot on your face, and it felt too fucking good. You were branded, an extension to the wedding band around your finger, a reminder of your undying love for him.

“Get on the fucking bed,” John growled, tugging on your lower lip with his teeth, slow yet imposing, before sending you away with a gentle kiss on your stricken cheek, a much-needed relief you had been silently clamoring for.

The metal clanking behind you sounded like church bells, but you resisted the temptation of looking over your shoulder, fearing that whatever John had in mind, he’d strip it away upon your lack of diligence. You crawled onto the bed on all fours and anticipated nervously

At long last, you felt your royal throne crumble into a million pieces.

You suppressed an urge to swear. The heat emanating from a strip of leather when he struck your ass was bartered directly with the devil himself. Another peep out of you, and John would’ve banished you to hell to pay your dues to the fallen angel.

“It was cute, I have to admit…” Your body jolted when John muttered near your hear. In the time his hand was soothing your whipped ass cheeks, the other had a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back for you to look at him. “Seeing you think you had control over me, even going as far as to humiliate me and my cock—did that make you happy? Huh?”

“I-I don’t know—“ You struggled to find the words, your mouth parting instead to lean in for a kiss in hopes to distract him, but John quickly caught on. He knew you, very well in fact, yanking your head back harder to coax a gasp out of you. As John had expected, he then pushed a thick wad of spit into your mouth before pulling you by the back of your neck into your original position.

You shuddered, smacking your lips at the arousing taste of John’s saliva spreading in your mouth. You savored him, wanted John to last forever on your tongue. You didn’t want to swallow. You wanted to simply let his spit pool with your own and mix into the perfect elixir that would work perfectly as a muscle relaxant, something that would greatly aid you in taking John’s cock—knowing the likelihood that he wouldn’t be easing up anytime soon.

“Answer me.” Your eyes widened in a silent plea when John taunted you with the belt in his hand. Before you could moan out so much of a beg, the leather in John’s hand came down swinging at your buttocks and seemingly cut through flesh. In turn, your four limbs gave out from the electrifying bolts of pain, making you collapse onto your stomach from the arresting strength of John’s resentment as you cried out in pleasure.

“Oh, fuck! F-fuck, fuck, fuck…!” You writhed in bittersweet glory, choking back on swears and instead, what came out were delicious straggled sounds that made John’s cock uncontrollably pulse. Your hands roamed the bedsheets, clawing at the silk material in search for a physical outlet to release the tension in your body. “I-I’m s-sorry—“

His cock was near you, lubed up in a thick, alluring sheen. Maybe John wouldn’t mind if you held him. Plead for him to stop with lazy, but abiding stroke. You bit your lips and stretched over to grab him.

He lifted your head again for you to face him. You sniffled, letting the tears roll down your flushed face before another wad of spit would accompany them in their journey. “You’re not answering my question. Were you happy?”

Upon barely brushing your fingers over the head of his cock, you reeled yourself back when the belt came striking down on your ass again, breaking skin as repercussions to your hedonistic behavior. Your legs came up to kick back at the air violently, grinding out the pain by digging your swollen cock into the bed.

You had enough.

You needed John.

Now.

“Y-yes! I was fucking happy! Watching your large cock swing like that. Degrading you to the point where you were too ashamed to answer me. Abusing your pathetic tool because it’s too immersed in its own girth to know that I actually despise your cock. Should’ve seen the look on your handsome face—god, I could’ve came right there. All because I was in control. You fucking let me, you fucking delusional self-obsessed cuck—”

At breakneck speed, John curtailed you of your vigorous speech by shoving your face into a pillow, mounting on top of you with one foot pressing hard to the back of your head, and grunted, “How do you like me now?” Pushing all of his body weight to vault you out of an escape route, you felt his cockhead suddenly breach your hole.

“Holy—shit!” You sobbed at the discomfort, kicking your legs back as John pushed more of his large cock further in, adding onto the painful stretch of your unsuspecting hole. You felt his a palm on your ass, spreading one cheek open to aid the slide. “Fucking, more—Johnny! More, more, more—“

“There we fucking go, fuck. Look at that hole. Fucking swollen around me, and I’m only halfway in,” he licked his lips, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his forearm as he loosened your raw hole with shallow thrusts, his cock pushing deeper at every rut.

Your body’s natural reaction was to propel yourself up for some air, but after the first turn, John instantly took both of your wrists and bound them behind your back, your back muscles squeezing in effect. When you pushed your ass out, his foot pressed harder like it had the power to bury you six feet under if John had no concept of restraint.

It was painful, all of this, your neck was hurting, but especially your hole, his unrelenting thrusts—but, be that as it may, you were so happy that you didn’t have to remind John to leave you unprepared. Otherwise, the pleasure of John’s large cock gutting you raw wouldn’t have overstimulated you, not to this profundity. Your wriggles only made John hold onto your wrists tighter, his heel press deep into your nape, you were sure it would be bruised by the next morning.

You felt so used, your body at his disposal. Your cock was painfully rubbing between your pelvis and the bed from the impact of his strong thrusts, but you were leaking and throbbing nonetheless, staining the sheets from the thrill of it all—of being John’s personal fuck-toy.

“Feels fucking incredible. Shit, baby—“ His cock was digging into you like an excavator, slow in its journey, but you could feel him sowing excitement deep into you, nearing the crown of your prostate with the grind of his hips. You clenched tight, gripping your aching walls around the girth to provide John an incentive to go at you harder.

Not loose enough.

He had to fuck you open.

And you were desperate.

The perks to being married was that pleasuring one another came second nature to both parties. Luckily, you led a charmed life, and John was here to bestow upon you your weekly demands.

He released his foot on you, but you groaned when he pressed his remaining weight on top of your writhing body. “If you’re good…” John panted hot on your shoulders, accompanying the abruptly slow roll of his hips with chaste kisses to the shell of your ear and the moist parts of your neck. “Maybe I’ll let you play with your cock.”

“Please…” You flexed your toes into the sheets when John nearly pulled himself out, thankfully leaving only the swollen tip in.

“No, I had a change of heart. Maybe, I’ll let you jack off until you explode all over your sweaty body,” you pushed your ass back to slide more of him in, but a hard smack to your ass nipped your oscillation in the bud. “Don’t push your luck.”

“I’ll be good—promise…” you looked over your shoulder at John with glistening eyes and a sniffle, finding yourself frowning when he pulled himself completely out, and insisted on rubbing his wet cockhead over your raw, blossomed pucker.

“See? This is how it’s supposed to be—the natural order between you and I,” he sighed, giving into your desperation, and pulled you in for a sweet, lingering kiss after releasing your hands. A sigh of relief, you braced yourself half-way up with an elbow, the other hand reaching back to rest on John’s nape, and locked his lips deeply into yours, pacified by the soft fur of his beard on your chin.

His tongue messily swiped over yours as you both had intended to explore each other’s mouths. You two met in the middle, bridging each other’s spit from one mouth to the other. When a dribble of drool dared to leak from the corner of your mouth, John had incredible foresight and was already lapping it up before it could trail to the bottom of your chin.

“Say you love my cock…” John whispered, swaddling you into his arms from behind and carefully maneuvering your body on top of him as he switched positions, reclining himself onto his back.

Interlacing his legs with yours, John then pushed them apart with the spread of his knees, twisting his ankles over your own to lock you in place. He angled his hips to slide his dick over your taint, letting you wallow in the sight of his plump tool nearly curve over your throbbing erection.

“I love your cock…” You muttered softly, nuzzling the side of his kempt beard. The smell of bourbon vanilla lingered delightfully in your nostrils as you watched him from the corner of your eye, drooling when you caught a glance of his large cock spit thick drips of pre-cum over your balls.

It was fruitless to even try to attempt to close your legs, John’s calves overpowered your own by tenfold. In spite of your wish, John compensated by reaching below, trailing his warm hand over your ribs and stomach in passing, and wrapped his hand around your cock, slowly pumping.

“Say, you’ll be a good boy for me…” Brushing your hair back, John claimed a hold over the back of your head, raising his left arm to welcome your face into his armpit.

You moaned at the warm, musky odor. The thick hairs reeked of sweat. Salty and slightly spicy in your nostrils, yet you couldn’t help but inhale for more, breathing in the natural pheromones and making your cock dribble out ample amounts of pre-cum when the aroma of John’s masculine scent fogged your passing judgement, and had you licking at his pit.

John cradled the back of your head, quickening the strokes on your cock seemingly as a token of his appreciation while you buried your face in the bush of dark hairs, nuzzling and licking long stripes over the plane. It was addicting, yet embarrassingly filthy as it registered how easily John had reign over your freewill. Your spit gathered in the center of John’s armpit, where the hairs were grown the thickest. They were beads of your devotion, and you couldn’t have felt prouder marking your territory.

Your mouth watered and tingled at the ripe taste lasting on your tongue, then, when John suddenly tipped your chin up and spat inside of your mouth—you felt like you were in heaven, like your body wanted to crumble in front of him from the intimacy of it all.

He captured your lips again, and you muttered softly, “I’ll be a good boy…” You watched him with lustful eyes, anticipating his next move. His right hand had stopped stroking your cock in favor of massaging your tight balls, making you squirm with desire. When his other hand released his hold over the back of your head to toy with your perky nipples, the simultaneous pleasure carried a hoarse tune of desperation out from your throat.

“You’ll be daddy’s good boy?” He nuzzled your ear, kissing the shell of it.

“I’ll be whatever daddy wants me to be,” you slowly rolled your hips when you could feel John line his cock over your hole, lubing your pucker with the thick fluid leaking from the crown.

“And you want daddy’s big cock?” He rested one hand on each thigh respectively, spreading your legs farther by the aid of his knees.
 “I’m aching inside…” Your cock twitched upon feeling so completely vulnerable and bare for him.

“Then, let’s turn that ache into pleasure, shall we?”

That was all it took. A heartbeat, a single push of John’s hips, one strong stroke, and he claimed his territory. It was beautiful. Your silky flesh fluttered and clenched on his cock, and your eyes popped open wide when he slammed upward.

John ripped a glorious moan out of you. Your neck strained with beautiful veins as your attempts to bite them back were powerless in comparison to the spark of passion in John’s hips. You could see the very moment the fire flared in John’s eyes, his fingers gripping a mound of your thighs until they had turned white.

You were filled to the root, uncomfortably-so as John’s biceps bulged with strong veins on account of the bend of your legs. He capsized them, holding them back at the crook while he deliciously hollowed your hole deep with his monster cock, your feet dangling in the air from the pure drive.

It was a reminder. That you were his. That you were his only. Nobody could ever own you like he owned you now. John made sure those thoughts wouldn’t dissipate by making sure you felt every inch of his plump, meaty cock burrow in and out of you. John was adamant in making this more than a memory. He wanted you to wake up and sleep thinking about him. Thinking about his cock. Thinking about how brutally stretched you felt right now, and that you didn’t mind at all—because it was John, your loving husband. He would do anything for you, and right now, he was living up to his many vows of loving you fiercely, of completing you, of loving you forever and every day.

“T-too much, John—“ It wasn’t, you were lying—it was fucking perfect, but god, did you love making your husband feel powerful. You loved feeding his cock with arousal, feeling him throb harder while he pummeled himself faster into you at your spoken truth. “Cock’s too big—“

“I’ll make a cunt out of you, wear out your tight little hole until it’s leaking like one,” He growled. You cried out from unabashed lust, holding your legs back to expose yourself further, and John set the animal free at the depiction. He held your waist, dragging your unsullied hole through his hardness until only the tip was left before connecting the drop of your weight with a powerful thrust, punching into your prostrate.

“That’s what you are, right? My good little cunt? Just a good boy who can do nothing right, but take my large cock.” John gutted loud moans out of you, his gaze locked on your wrecked expression because watching you take his cock was equally as gratifying as sinking himself of you, down to the root. “Say it. Say you want daddy to make a cunt out of you.”

You were falling in love with this animalistic side of John. With the sensations he was supplying and overwhelming you with. Your cock was sure to agree, throttling as if there was a phantom hand stroking its shaft.

“I want—a fucking cunt. Want daddy to make a cunt out of my hole, please—“ You felt deviant, like those words shouldn’t have left your mouth, but it was all the worthwhile because John kissed you hard on the mouth, groaning.

Up to the hilt, John thrusted into faster—harder as you choked back on a moan and nearly gagged on his tongue. “I’m going to fill you up with so much of my cum, you’d be leaking for days.”

“Oh, God—“ You gritted your teeth, exhaling loud and hard because it was coming. Your stomach clenched and your balls tightened without the need of your hand.

“You’d be lucky to walk tomorrow, (M/N). You’d need my help walking you down the stairs. Even then, I wouldn’t be so sure if we’d make it to the floor. Knowing the prospect, I’d just take you right then and there, on the fucking stairwell, making your ass gape once again.”

“John, s-stop—I’m going to—“ Your eyes rolled back until John could only see whites. His words supplied you with the mental picture of the filthy smut coming out of his mouth. It came to you naturally—the smile on your face. You were broken in your state of reverie, dazed by the fantasy of taking John’s cock anywhere and anytime he pleased. Using you however his mind and body desired like he was now. Balls-slapping against your taint, sweat sticking your body to one another, pants and groans loud in your ear, the air thickening with the act of pure lust, pounding into you with no intention in letting you recover your breath. “S-stop, fucking coming—“

“Look at me,” John ordered you, panting.

Your eyes were heavy when you looked up, mere slits from the weight of your desires, heavily drugged by John’s poisoning rapture on your wrecked body. You pressed a smile against his mouth, making no attempt to kiss him, but to simply be in close proximity, pressing his nose against yours. He grappled at your hips, digging your insides with the weight of his large cock, piercing into prostate harder and faster as he took a bargain on your orgasm coming to a near.

You were stunned, the gutting you were enduring from John hitting you like a ton of bricks. You emptied your throat of sounds, the inner walls dry and scratched like the desert. All you managed for John was vigilant whimpers, any more forewarnings were fallen on deaf ears as you’d been knocked into a trance that melted your speech into meek garbles of incoherency.

It only took a few more seconds before your brain rewired itself and had your body floundering within John’s loving embrace, alerting you awake. With the help of John’s cock continuously assaulting deep at your prostate, you felt your body tense up, your hole clenching around pillar John’s pistoning staff to stop him, but he prevailed, breaching through the resistance, and slammed hard into your prostate once more, splitting your ass open and knocking the orgasm out of you.

John held your gaze, marveling over the ecstasy in your otherwise blown-out expression. His brows furrowed in utter fascination as your mouth parted open, only for your moans to adhere to your throat instead, blowing your load in agonizing silence. Thick ropes spurted powerfully out of your throbbing cock, splattering messily over your chest. With the buck of your hips, you graced your face with your cum-shots, additionally provoked as John used the strength of his heels to lift himself to meet you at an elevated height, fucking the cum out of you.

The sound that came out of you was guttural, transporting you into another dimension where you were caught in a whirlpool of toe-curling sensations. Rubbing a hand over your stomach, he could feel it sink in as you liberated yourself from your high, uncontrollably spilling over your pelvis in midst. Yet, despite your dazed state, your eyes never left his, provoking him to come inside of you with desperate, but gentle murmurs on his lips, as well as the addition of the ring of muscle spasming around his shaft.

“Fill my cunt up, make me fucking leak…” You showered his lips in soft whispers, finally releasing your grasp on your legs to stroke at his cheek. Squeezing, caressing, urging—for him to seal your hole.

On the drop of your legs, you squeezed them close together until your knees touched, confining his shaft between the clamp of your inner walls. You clenched hard when he was buried to the root, foiling the pace of his hips, and let your swollen insides bring him closer.

“Oh… shit…” John’s eyes rolled back, and finally spilled with a shudder.

His large cock jerked deep inside of you, and soon, you felt his warm seed fill you to the brim. You felt your bond with John transcend, higher, beyond space and time, with every pulse of his thick veins pumping cum deep into you.

Upon capturing John’s lips for a kiss, he circled his hips, making you moan languidly into his mouth. You swallowed every breath of his, swirling your hips against his own cautious thrusts in retaliation, gratified by the warm, thick coating of cum your insides were receiving, soothing your spellbound hole and stirring his connection to you.

“Didn’t hurt you too bad? Think I slapped you too hard.” John asked softly, gently rubbing a palm over your stricken cheek. You could see guilt in his expression as he brought you closer to claim your lips The moment was soft, the complete opposite of previous events, silent apologies to your mouth as John’s mouth was lingering, yet electrifying all at the same time as he sucked on your lower lip.

“You. Were. Perfect.” You warded off the guilt with a smooch after word, rubbing his chest. “I asked for it, you know that. It was fun, wasn’t it? Something different to spice up the bedroom.”

“Hm…” He laughed at your sudden eagerness, as if you hadn’t been debilitated from his cock moments prior. Tucking one arm behind his head, his other hand idly began petting at your head. He retired for the night with the shut of his eyes, contemplating on their newfound kink. “Let’s see how I feel when you’re the one slapping me next time. Then we can judge it accordingly.”

“Holy shit…”

“Mhm.” “I’m pulling out the dumbbells. Too late to go back on your word now, John.”

“Wait, now that you—“

“Not a single word, or I’m making you call me ‘Doctor’ as an early punishment.”

“We both know how this will turn out. I just need to pull my dick out, and you’ll be back onto your knees, no matter how much you try to resist.”

“I… plead the fifth?”

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A Promise Unyielding || Dabi x fem!reader

Summary: During a night patrol, you find yourself being pulled into a dim alleyway by your villainous boyfriend

Warnings: smut w/o plot

Word count: 1820

Authors: Cass & Rouge

During one of the night patrols, Dabi decided to simply snatch you off the street and pull you into a dark alleyway. "Look at you! Dressed so nicely. My little hero," Dabi purred, wrapping arms around your waist as he pressed you against a cold wall.

You looked shocked at Dabi, your hands instinctively grabbing onto his shoulders for support. "What are you doing?" You asked, your voice trembling with disbelief. "Brrr! Cold!"

"Oh, now you pretend to feel cold? Somehow you didn't whine like that the last time we fucked outside," Dabi chuckled, pushing his knee between your legs, parting them wider. "I missed my little hero. Don't tell me you didn't miss me."

Your cheeks flushed with a deep blush as you heard his words, and your heart raced in response. And then, as his knee pushed in between your thighs, a wave of desire and anticipation coursed through you. "Dabi..." You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your bodies pressed together, intensifying the electrifying connection between you as you desperately started planting kisses on his jawline.

His hand grasped on your hip tightly, he picked you up, pressing you more against the wall. 

"Is that all you can say to me now? Or are we playing a hero and a bad, bad villain, huh?” Dabi purred, kissing your neck while his hands started working on getting rid of the costume you wore. "You look so pretty in it but I prefer you without too many clothes on."

You blushed deeply at his words, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. It was remarkable how Dabi possessed this uncanny ability to make you flush with just a single word spoken. His presence had a way of igniting a fire within you that you couldn't easily extinguish. "Not... here," you whispered, your voice barely audible as he began to work on your clothes. A mixture of excitement and apprehension coursed through you, and the thought of being caught in such an intimate act fueled your desires.

Dabi laughed shortly, hands moving along your back. "Not here? And why is that?" He muttered lowly, close to your ear. "What? Are you worried your hero friends will witness you getting fucked by a villain? Are you worried they will find out you are just a bad guy's slut?”

"T-they won't understand..." You whispered quietly, shivering under his every touch.

"Not that they would ever understand," he rolled his eyes. "The minimum we can offer is a small spectacle. Don't you agree, doll?" Dabi hummed, slowly removing the lower part of your gear.

You parted your lips, holding tightly onto his neck. "You'll be the death of me one day." You kissed his jaw again, soon aiming for his lips.

Dabi suddenly set you back on the ground and kneeled between your legs, putting one of them over his shoulder. "Oh, I don't think you deserved a kiss yet." Fortunately, with your costume, gaining access to your undergarments was a simple task. Two of his fingers pressed into the soft fabric of your panties. "Look at that. So against it yet my little doll is already wet, just for me. Interesting."

You slipped your hands into his black, spiky hair, relishing the soft texture as your fingers entwined in the strands. His hair felt slightly rebellious, matching his edgy demeanor. "Oh my Gosh," you whispered, barely moving your lips. "Please, I need you to fuck me, I won't hold it any longer... Do I sound like a needy whore? God, I hope I don't..."

"Oh, you do sound like this," Dabi teased and soon moved your panties to the side. Rough pads of his fingers pressed to your clit. "You sound like my needy, little, slut." 

Right after those words, his fingers moved lower, gently prodding at your tight entrance as his lips wrapped around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

You arched your back, putting one of your hands over your mouth to muffle your moans. Dabi skillfully maneuvered, guiding you with a finesse that made it feel as though you were an instrument in his hands. Every touch, every caress, was orchestrated with precision, evoking a symphony of pleasure that resonated deep within you. "Can you stop teasing me?" You whimpered. "I want your cock in. Now."

Dabi frowned and pulled away, placing hands on your hips. "Do I need to remind you that I am the one in charge here? If you piss me off, I'll leave you here all alone and needy."

You looked down at Dabi, nodding your head. "S-sorry, Dabi..."

"That's my doll," Dabi praised you and dived back between your legs. His tongue licked and pushed into your entrance while his fingers pinched your clit.

To get some more friction, you tried to buck your hips back and forth, grinding your pussy over his face; soft moans escaping your parted lips.

He growled and pulled away. "You're really annoying tonight. Fucking needy whore."

Dabi got up to his feet and immediately turned you around so you faced the wall. "Telling me what to do, moving when I didn't allow you to." All you could hear was the sound of him unfastening his pants. "I wanted to make my doll feel good but fine. I’m gonna fuck you like the slut you are."

He pressed you hard against the cold wall and then pushed his hard cock into your tight pussy from behind with a low growl.

"Fuck," you moaned quietly. The way Dabi made you feel was overwhelming, like an intoxicating wave crashing over you. Every touch, every whispered word sent shivers down your spine and ignited a fire within your soul. The intensity of your connection was almost too much to bear, but you couldn't resist diving deeper into this all-encompassing sensation. It was a blissful chaos that consumed you entirely. One of your hands slipped between your thighs to rub little circles over your pussy. "Fuck, ohm, yes, yes! So good! Fuck me!"

"You really want me to fucking stop, don't you?” Dabi scolded you and grabbed your busy hand to pin it over your head. He didn't stop himself from using his quirk to slightly burn your wrist as a punishment. "You will never learn that I am the only one that can touch you."

His other hand moved from your hip to your abdomen, pressing hard on your skin to add the nice pressure to the place where his cock created a bulge. Dabi made sure he kept the hard and fast pace so you could feel every inch of his dick and how deep he was reaching.

You moaned loudly as Dabi quickened his pace, your voice echoing in the alley as pleasure surged through every fiber of your being. The intensity of the moment intensified, building up like a wildfire, as he expertly pushed us both towards the edge of ecstasy. The sounds of your passion mingled in the air, creating a symphony of desire; the sound of skin slapping against skin was almost enough to send you over the edge. "F-forgive me, Dabi! It's... So good! I couldn't stop myself!"

"I knew heroes were pathetic but you, doll?" He groaned, grabbing your chin to make you look at him. "I thought I trained you well, yet you still do stuff like this."

Hand from your abdomen swiftly moved to your clit to pinch it before he started to rub fast circles over it. 

His chest pressed against your back, pressing you even harder to the wall as his thrusts became even faster. "C'mon, you little slut. Come for me, come on my cock. Fuck," he growled, getting a bit overhelmed by the nice feeling of your walls tightening around him.

"Fuck!" You let out a weak moan, your legs trembling under the force of his hard thrusts. The intensity of your connection overwhelmed you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Each powerful movement left you gasping for air, completely consumed by the raw passion between the two of you. Your lips went dry and even running your tongue's top over them wasn't helping at that point. "D-Dabi! Harder! Fuck, harder!" You pleaded, your eyes welling up with tears as you glanced at him, hoping he would understand.

With an eye roll he grabbed your hips and increased the pace, fucking you even harder and faster than before. His grip was so strong that he expected your skin to have a nice souvenir for a few days. Dabi groaned from time to time, feeling himself getting closer.

You reached your peak, your body trembling with pleasure despite the lingering pain from the small burn on your wrist and the intense sensations radiating from within your pussy as Dabi continued to thrust in you hard. The sheer ecstasy consumed you, overpowering any discomfort, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you breathless and utterly lost in the moment; the only thing to escape your lips was Dabi's name.

"Fuck!" Dabi growled and he shot warm ribbons of cum deep inside you.

Just for a moment Dabi rested his forehead against your shoulder, trying to catch his breath.

His palms let go of your hips and moved up your belly to hug you tightly from behind. "My little hero slut. Such a good girl,” Dabi purred against your ear before giving it a playful bite.

After Dabi pulled out of you, you turned in his arms, a sense of intimacy and contentment enveloping you both. 

Taking a moment to adjust and improve your gear, particularly the pants, you then wrapped your arms around him, savoring the warmth of his embrace. Nuzzling against him, you placed gentle kisses along his shoulders and the nape of his neck, cherishing the closeness. "I love it when you go rough on me..."

Dabi pulled his pants back up and made himself look presentable again. "Yeah but I don't like when you act bratty," he scolded you and then smacked your ass hard. "Next time I really will leave you in such a state." Dabi warned.

You kissed his nape, inhaling his scent. "I promise to be a good girl, Toya."

He chuckled lowly. "Oh, we'll see how long you're gonna keep that promise," Dabi patted your head. "Now, better go before someone realizes you went silent. You can be sure I'll find you later."

"You promise?" You whined, becoming clingy. 

You despised the moments when Dabi had to depart, when the weight of your clandestine relationship became painfully evident. The reality of your position as a hero, bound by duty and responsibilities, meant that you couldn't be together openly. It tore at your heart, creating a constant ache within your soul.

"Of course I promise, little doll," Dabi patted your head. "Though others may perceive me as an aberrant being, I would never break my promise.”

Warnings: smut w/o plot, master kink, blindfold, leash, oral (m & f receiving), anal fingering, dirty talk, fem!reader

Synopsis: Sukuna takes immense pleasure in indulging in playful interactions with his beloved human plaything

Author: @doumadono A/N: Here is my latest contribution to our Kinktober '23 Collaboration. I sincerely hope that you derive great enjoyment from it. Today’s prompt: leash

Masterlist

From the shadows, a chill embraces your skin as a cold piece of leather gracefully encircles your neck. The whispered command reaches your ears, coaxing a mischievous smile to dance upon your lips, “Rule #1, human whore.” 

Swiftly, you shed your shirt and pants, casting aside the last remnants of your modesty, baring your form to the world.

Rule #1 - when the collar graces your neck, your garments yield to the ground.

Kneeling obediently, wrists offered to the sides, you await the embrace of leather cuffs, ready to submit to their firm hold.

Sukuna's presence envelopes you as he slides the cuffs into place, and you offer gratitude, your voice hushed, "Thank you, Sukuna.”

Yet, without warning, searing pain surges across your right cheek. The command tears through the air, a stark reminder of your transgression. “Rule #2!” Sukuna yells.

“Rule #2 - Sukuna does not exist at the same time the collar does. When the collar is on, you will be referred to him as Master. Anything else is grounds for punishment,” you recite.

"You see, Y/N? You can be a good slave, you just need to want it," he utters, his satisfaction evident more in the comprehension of his dominion than in any delight derived from your presence. With deliberate care, he adorns your ankles in leather cuffs, issuing the decree for you to rise.

You comply, pivoting to face him, your first true glimpse of him since a long time. Clad in naught but snug boxers, he exposed his entirety to any observer's prying eyes. Almost instinctively, you found yourself tallying his chiseled abdominal muscles within the recesses of your mind.

He reaches behind him, and he retrieves a leash, fastening it securely to your leather collar. A rough tug guides you into his sanctum, where a peculiar sight, previously unnoticed, now beckons – a suspended chain descends from the ceiling.

"Hands aloft, my sweet human slut," Sukuna decrees.

You oblige without hesitation, your cuffs attaching to the suspended chain. This, you cherished the most – the segment he referred to as playtime, where you metamorphosed into a pliable puppet, surrendered wholly to his unrestrained whims.

Sukuna's lips descend upon your neck, igniting an exquisite symphony of sensations that ripples through your body. Each kiss is a tantalizing promise, and you can't suppress the instinctive squirm of excitement that coursed through you. His path of seduction continues, a slow, deliberate journey down your chest, where his lips pauses, lingering temptingly over your aroused nipples.

The world around you seems to fade into insignificance as Sukuna traces his way further south, his kisses setting your skin ablaze with longing. Finally, his destination is reached, and his lips meet your slick, aching core. With a deft touch, he kisses around it while firmly grasping the plush flesh of your ass, sending waves of pleasure through you. A languorous, teasing lick up your slit follows, culminating in an intoxicating kiss on your clitoris before he withdraws, leaving you craving more.

Sukuna's chuckle, a wicked melody, pierces the air as he circles around you, positioning himself near your ass. Without warning, his skilled fingers find their way into your tight asshole, eliciting a gasp of pure pleasure from your trembling lips. He works his calloused fingers in and out of you, watching you scream just for him. 

Soon, Sukuna rises, and a blindfold descendes over your eyes, shrouding your senses in anticipation. "My master," you whisper. “You’re so good to me, master.”

The subtle sound of clips being undone from above reverberates in your ears, a signal for you to lower your arms. Eagerly, you comply, yearning to be bound, to surrender completely to Sukuna's mastery. 

He clips your wrists together, and you instinctively place them before you, tantalizing thoughts of self-indulgence dancing through your mind.

But Sukuna, ever the master of your desires, anticipates your thoughts with an air of authority. "If you even try to play with that little cunt of yours," he warns, "expect punishment." His grip on your leash tightens, and he guides you, blinded by the fabric that concealed your vision, to what you can only surmise as his throne.

A sharp slap on your exposed ass commands you to kneel. Sukuna's dominance is an intoxicating elixir, and as you kneel before him, you can't help but long for the thrilling journey that lay ahead.

With an eager grin, your anticipation heightens as you know exactly what's about to unfold. 

Sukuna's hand gently but firmly guides the back of your head, directing your lips towards his massive dick. His physique is undoubtedly impressive, but it's his imposing cock that stands out as his most remarkable physical attribute, in your opinion.

As your lips make contact with the warm, throbbing head of his member, an immediate surge of desire courses through you, and you moan. The salty taste of pre-cum teases your senses, and you embark on the tantalizing journey, taking his length into your mouth inch by inch. With each passing moment, you feel the throbbing presence, stopping at about halfway when it grazes the back of your throat. You've never quite managed to take the entirety of him before, but tonight feels different — it's a night of potential conquest.

Sukuna maintains a steady pressure on your head as you draw in a deep breath through your nose, preparing for the daring plunge that lies ahead. As his pulsating cock advances deeper, you begin to feel a sensation of lightheadedness creeping in. Lost in the intense moment, you lose track of how far you've come, your singular focus on taking even more of him inside. 

Suddenly, the sensation of his skin brushing against the tip of your nose snaps you out of your passionate trance. Gasping for much-needed air, you peel your head away from his length, a triumphant grin playing upon your lips, drool dripping down on your tits - you've achieved what you set out to do!

You can feel the undeniable assurance that he relishes the upward pull of your leash, a silent affirmation of his desire. As you rise to your feet, you're swiftly guided onto his regal throne, your body effortlessly placed there. Your legs find themselves hoisted upward, draped over his robust, sinewy shoulders, and the sultry sound of his grunts fills your ears. Without any warning, he shoves his dick in your pussy, and you let out a shout. "Fuck, master, harder!" You somehow manage to get out in one quick breath before returning to moaning.

He grabs your leash and uses it as leverage as he pumps his massive shaft into you. Sukuna begins going faster and you are in complete ecstasy, barely able to stop squealing to breathe. His balls slap against your cunt, wet noises fill the room.

You feel him pull out of your cunny. With a tug of the leash, Sukuna forces you back on your knees. “Open your filthy mouth, bitch,” he orders. Hs dick is placed in your mouth. you barely give it a lick before his huge load shoots into your mouth, some of it dribbling out of the corners of your mouth. You swallow all you can, licking your lips after.

"Good slut," Skuna says, clearly satisfied. He slips one of his hands between your parted thighs to rub fast circles on your swollen clitoris. He then pulls the blindfold off of you and you grin up at him shyly. Sukuna's voice drips with approval as he can’t help but wear a sly, mischievous grin. "Impressive work, my obedient slave. You've truly outdone yourself. Well done fulfilling Rule #3.”

Rule #3 - ensure the master's desires are consistently satisfied.