ꨄ︎ 『A Bumpy Ride』 ꨄ︎

JUST ONE YESTERDAY— HANMA SHUJI

SYN: i know im bad news, i saved it all for you.

CW: dark content & nsfw. fake marriage. smoking. italics are past events. extreme violence (blood, bone breaking, weapons used, murder, etc.) if you can handle the anime you can handle this. smut. fingering. choking. unprotected sex (hate fucking, sloppy fucking, biting, hair pulling.) gun play. dacryphilia. pet names (babe. princess. little lady. sweetheart) MINORS DNI! AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI!

WC: 9.5k. unedited? beta read halfway by @tetsutits. barely proofread bc fuck it, we ride at dawn <3

assassin!fem!reader + assassin!hanma

NOTE: someone tell my brain to stop coming up with ideas, i simply cannot run away. heavily inspired by: this song. this took me two days to write due to me analyzing fight scenes and other nonsense. also i suck at trying to write smut and im slowly easing myself into those waters again, so please be nice! if i missed anything in the cw tags please let me know but don’t be an ass about it :D thank you guys!

MASTERLIST

Hanma pulls out another cigarette from his pack, placing the stick in between his lips, “Babe, have you seen my lighter?” he mutters distinctively, looking down at you.

You hum out tiredly, hand patting the cup holders, the sound of the lighter bouncing around in the empty holder fills your ears. Fingers wrapping around it, you sit up and away from his chest. Your thumb rolling against the friction roll in one practiced motion, the light from the igniting flame lights both of your faces.

Hanma leans closer to you, the cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes never leaving yours— even as he leans forward, lighting the cigarette. You swallow dryly, the gaze he held on you made your skin crawl, even after working with him for years now, he still gets you riled up.

The smell of the cigarette lingers in the air, and you grimace at the potent smell. The smoke makes your lungs burn heavily as you lazily toss the lighter back into the cup holder. You snuggle back into his neck, humming softly to yourself. He lets out a grunt, looking down at you while taking a long drag, flicking the excess ash off to the side, making sure to not get you. He knew you already hated the way he smoked but it calmed his nerves and eased his mind.

Your fingers start to trace the outline of the suit he’s wearing, his chest heaving out slowly each time he takes a drag. With one hand on your waist, his long fingers played with the rim of the black dress you had on, feeling content with how you were sitting. The both of you ignoring the beeping coming from his watch, and the ringing from his phone.

You stir lazily, letting out a groan, already wishing for this mission to be over with. You lift yourself up off of him, throwing yourself in the passenger seat.

“Time already?” you mumble out in question, letting out a sigh. Hanma hands you the gun that he held onto, his eyes on his phone.

He hums, giving you an affirmative nod, flicking the ashes off into the cup holder, “Seems so,” he breathes out, giving you a wink.

You lean into the seat and fumble for the bag as Hanma drives to the club. It felt heavy in your lap, grabbing the things you both needed for the mission. You’ve already received the coordinates along with the target that had to be eliminated. Hanma watches you from the corner of his eye, a small smirk lingering on his lips, he places his hand on your thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

You don’t really remember when you started to work with Hanma, both of you coming from the same network. Freelancers took side missions that others couldn’t finish, you hated him, his stupid grin and the way he smokes like it’s nobody’s business. He was a well known man, an assassin that everyone feared and in return you were “legally” married to him for the sake of holding a story—a fake marriage that made everything look better. Many of your targets ate up the fact that the both of you played the role of being highschool sweethearts.

“Your wife?” the man says, exhaling smoke from his lungs, you watch as it wafts in the air, causing you to clear your throat.

Hanma grins, placing an arm around your shoulder, placing a kiss on your temple, “Wonderful, isn’t she?”

You gave the man a small smile, closing the gap between you and Hanma, placing a hand on his thigh. “Highschool sweethearts.” you chirp out to him, looking up at Hanma with adoration. He looks down at you, eyes glancing at the way your lips were parted and back up towards your eyes.

You are a temptress, it was your job to seduce and destroy— an irresistible urge Hanma had to mollycoddle with not caring if you couldn’t stand him. He wanted you more than anything and he slowly had you wrapped around his finger, just the way he liked.

The man rips a chilling laugh, placing the cigar on the tray. “Ah, yes, young love.” he sneers, hands quickly rummaging for the pistol he had underneath the table.

Hanma hums at the man, tipping his whiskey glass to him. “Don’t do anything stupid.” he warns, taking a sip of the rum while letting out a relaxed sigh. The man tilts his head, unsure by what Hanma meant as his hand glides over the pistol.

You smiled at Hanma, free hand grabbing the gun from your thigh holster, pointing it at the man. He yelps, a shadow of fear glistening over his face, trying to grab the pistol but you smile to yourself when you hear the weapon fall to the floor. Hanma pulls you closer with a single pull by the chin, kissing you roughly as you fire four shots at the target, ignoring the way his blood splatters around the table. Hanma slips a hand underneath your dress, rubbing your thigh causing you to drop the gun on the table.

“Security on the way! Guys!” your tech engineer yelled in both of your earpieces, you straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, fingers lacing with the strands of his hair. “GUYS!”

Hanma bites the bottom of your lip, giving you one last sloppy kiss before he pulls himself away from your touch. He looks over your shoulder, grinning widely, “Damn princess, overkill?” he whispers to you while pecking your cheek, you look over your shoulder, watching the man’s blood pool around him.

You give Hanma a shrug, sliding yourself off of him, “He kept staring at my tits.” you state in defense, getting up from the booth.

In your defense, Hanma was irresistible, a danger to you, but the way he held onto you after each mission told you otherwise. You were a trained assassin, but yet you couldn’t decipher him at all. A lost feather in the wind tumbling to the ground before being swept back off its feet, Hanma Shuji was the dancing feather in the wind and you were simply the one chasing.

A man full of mysteries, he always knew how to dodge the questions that kept you up at night, but he knew how to keep you on your toes. There has never been a dull moment with him, many called him the “Reaper” or even the “Man behind the mask.” Assassin’s were cautioned to avoid him, always taking him as someone who wants to work alone. You decided to test those waters years ago with the game of cat and mouse.

The smell of bacon and the sweet smell of syrup fill the small outdated diner, the bell above the door rang out in alarm. Causing the waiters to greet you, your heels softly clicking on the porcelain tile as you shrugged off the trench coat, folding it over your arm. You made your way down the aisle, glancing at the man that sat in the red booth that was sipping on a cup of coffee.

The hand tattoos distinctively make an appearance, your stomach flips in excitement, knowing that you had found the man that you wanted to work with. The black tailored suit made him stick out along with the obnoxious newspaper that you could see he was hardly reading. Already coming to terms with yourself on how you were going to get him strung in.

You stood in front of the booth, waiting for him to address you but nothing came out of him. Causing you to tap your heel impatiently, clearing your throat in order to get his attention fixated on you.

Hanma gives you a smug grin, slowly but surely giving you attention after waiting a long 5 minutes. He folds the newspaper in an even half, letting out a low grunt, “Well, are ya’ gonna sit?” he questions you with a smirk.

“Right,” you belittle, sliding in the booth across from him folding your hands together over the table. You started twiddling your thumbs, looking up at him with wide eyes and a slack jaw.

“You must be the little lady that took her time tracking me down?” he asks, taking a generous sip of his coffee. You swallow the lump in your throat, he figured you out even before you could. It made you backtrack your plan a few steps, wanting to bonk yourself in the head for being so careless. Your intentions were clear, you only needed him for your work and that’s it, already feeling the passion of loathing him had started to set.

“I am that little lady, yes,” you reply with a nod, your eyes never leaving his amber ones. Hanma adjusted his posture, leaning into the table, taking in the way you didn’t do your best to hide your nervousness.

“Heard that you wanted to give me a proposition, hm?” he chides, placing his head on top of his hands, tilting his head in a teasing manner. Hanma slowly wanted to get under your skin, making sure to never take his eyes off of you.

You snap out of the trance, brows going up in realization. “Correct, I actually wanted to ask you if-if you wanted to work side by side,” you calmly say out loud, it sounded so much better in your head but you didn’t care. You had been searching for him for a year and a half, you weren’t going to let him slip away from you now. “I have a lead I’ve been doing for almost two years now—“

He laughs, throwing you off your words, his finger sliding his round glasses back up his nose. “Your yakuza errand, two years?” he baffles out, giving you an uninterested frown. “Honestly, princess, I would have killed that man a long time ago. It’s not worth anyone’s time.” he shrugs off, causing you to blink at him with bewilderment.

You lick your lips, grabbing the butter knife that sat happily on the white napkin, the silver feeling cool against your skin. “I’m not like everyone else,” you grumble, gripping the knife, giving him a stoic glare.

The sound of his laugh ripples through the air, he didn’t know if you were just plain stupid or being serious, his laugh died down in his throat as his fist hit the table, “Don’t waste my time, cut to the fucking chase, little lady.”

You blink, mouth agape in shock, you clench your jaw, nodding your head in agreement. “It has taken me this long because I have to present myself as a married woman. I have gotten closer towards my target, but he wants to meet my fucking husband,” you explain angrily, sticking the butter knife in the air, you twirled it around your knuckles. “I don’t have a husband and that’s the only reason why I've been searching for you. I don’t want anyone else in the network to work with me.” you truthfully say, letting out the breath of air you held in.

“Deal.” he agrees, not even caring to hear more of your sob story. You let out a shocked huff, setting the knife down and looking over at him. You didn’t know if he was bluffing or just saying it to get your hopes up—it intrigued you.

Except Hanma didn’t want to admit, he was truly entranced with your beauty and your solitude, it showed him just enough. You work until your heart contents, no wonder he could see why you dragged out the mission. He knew you were capable of killing a man within 60 seconds and he wasn't going to find out how.

“What’s your coordination?” Hanma says swiftly into the earpiece, drinking the tonic from the glass. His eyes scan the crowd, counting the guards that stood in front of the doors you needed to walk through.

You sigh, adjusting the strap of the dress, clutching the small handbag as you look around the club. Your eyes squint, trying to get used to the flickering lights that danced above you, looking off to your left, you spot Hanma sitting in a private booth.

“To your left, Shuju,” you grumble out awkwardly, letting the nickname slip from your mouth, watching as a dancer starts to straddle his lap as he takes a sip of his drink in the process. “That’s gross, hope you don’t kiss her.” you sneer, swallowing the bile that crawled up your throat.

Hanma takes a long glance over at where you stood, giving you a teasing smirk, “What happens if I do?”

You scoff, not wanting to play his little game, rolling your eyes at his rancid behavior. Smoothly turning on your heel, you made your way up to the second floor of the club. Rolling your shoulders out, and straightening out your posture. Your fingers pinching the sides of your dress down—preparing yourself to advance towards your target.

The goal was to walk through the double doors to the back of the club, eliminating everyone in the room by request of the client. It always got your blood pumping at the thought of revenge kills, something that you enjoy doing. Even if the idea of revenge never suited you, it brought in a hefty amount of cash. You put your life on the line to end fears that haunt people, something that you never thought you’d be doing either.

You didn’t have time to play coy, you had one night, and the only window was in this club. Hanma could tell you were antsy the moment he saw you make your way back down the staircase—you were not going to wait. He quickly pushes the girl off of his lap, muttering a small curse word as he stepped out of the booth.

You were too quick on your feet to be caught by Hanma’s grasp as you waltzed on over to the guards. A single finger twirling in your hair as you chewed on the inside of your cheeks, giving the two men a sultry smile. You ignore Hanma’s protests in your ear as you place a hand on one of the guard's beefy shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Steroids? Protein? What’s your secret?” you pester, dropping your hand from the man’s shoulder.

“Move along, the party is back there, not over here.” the other man rudely clarifies, pointing a thick finger over your shoulder. You blink in wonder, following where he pointed his finger, you pout.

“That’s no fun, I wanna go back there!” you plea, crossing your arms over your chest, making sure to bunch up your breasts at the same time. One of the men rolled his eyes, turning his gaze away from you but the other started to salivate at the sight before him.

“You walk in there on your own and I won’t be able to help you, babe.” Hanma says angrily through the earpiece. You smile up at the guard, picturing Hanma gritting his teeth and clenching his fists into frustrated balls of anger.

The guard lets you through the doors, his hand respectfully on your shoulder guiding you, “Go have your little bitch fit.” you whisper off to the side, hearing Hanma scoff.

The sound of girl’s moaning and panting filled the dark hallway, time to get this show on the road, the sooner it’s done, the sooner you could relax. The rooms in the back were the brothel’s sex rooms, it made you sneer out in disgust. The smell of sex started to stick to you skin, causing you to look over at the guard, but his eyes were trained at the way your breasts slowly bounced with each step you took.

Your hand quickly slipped the knife out from the thigh holster, it glistened underneath the neon lights. The guard furrows his thick brows, hand ghosting over the weapon he had on his hip. “What do ya think you're doing?” he asks you, pulling your shoulder back to display the scene unfolding before his eyes.

You grab the guard's hand, pulling his wrist back harshly, ignoring the way he hisses out in pain. Once you heard the bone crack, you sent the dagger straight into his arm, dragging it across the flesh. You sneer as you feel his blood come in contact with your face. You step away, dodging a blow to the side, leaning back with a wide eyed look, you jump in the air as you kick him across the face. Letting out a satisfied huff, you wipe the blood and sweat from your brow as you land in a staggering position. Lifting your hands up to protect your face as the dagger is protectively at an angle walking closer to him.

The guard lunges for you, dodging the blade as he grabs you by your hair, sending you to the floor as you feel blood dribble from your temple. You yelp out in pain, trying to shake it off. You wrap your legs around his bloodied forearm, making you groan out in disgust at the way his blood drips onto you. Using all the strength you had, you sent him to the ground, twisting him forward, the sound of his chin meeting the concrete flooring, gave you just enough leeway to crack his shoulder out of place easily. The sound of his pained scream filled the hall, causing many to stumble out of the rooms as you let the man go quickly. Panting heavily, you heard multiple shots in your earpiece—Hanma was definitely having his bitch fit.

You grab the gun that had landed on the floor, checking the clip with blurry eyes. You aimed the gun at a few people, shooting a girl in her back as she tried to make an escape for the door. Everyone that dared to try and escape now came to a halt, all of them cowered to the floor covering their heads.

You lean up, blinking away the tiredness, seeing the guard stagger up, holding his shoulder in place. You let out an angry breath of air. “You owe me,” you say softly, getting up, slipping out of the red bottoms, picking them up, “A new pair of these, you bitch.” you finish, throwing them at the man, aiming the gun at his knee caps.

“Hanma! You better get your ass in here now!” you yell out, kicking the guy down, firing one last round straight between his eyes.

You sneer at the sight, tossing the gun off of the side. You pull a few strands of hair away from your face, and wipe the blood from the side of your head. You hear nothing but static on your end of the earpiece, worry starts to build in the pit of your stomach.

You walk over to another door, knocking on it, jiggling the doorknob angrily. Looking over your shoulder, a few more guards rush in, guns in their hands and ready to fire. You felt the door jolt open, startling the girl that was in nothing but a g-string, shoving your way past her. You start to search the room for any weapon, throwing things off of the tables in a frantic manner. You heard the girl scream out, making you stop, she didn’t scream when you walked in so why was she screaming now?

Turning around you were faced with a man no shorter than you pointing a small glock in your direction. You laugh at the man’s stupidity, giving him a sadistic grin. You extended your hands out, tapping his shiny bald head with a low smirk on your lips, the man tilted his head at the actions. You continue to grin sheepishly, bringing your knee up at an 90 degree angle as your hands grip the back of his neck. The feeling of his nose hitting your bare knee makes you wince out as you block his hits. Your palms send the weapon up towards the roof, letting the man fire out the shots. You suck on your bottom lip in between your teeth, sending the man back a few steps, letting out an angry yell as you lunged towards him. Colliding into his body quickly sending it to the floor. You watch him land on the small step to the bathroom as the sound of his vertebra snapping sent shivers down your spine.

“Where are you?” Hanma rings in your ear, causing you to come to a halt, ignoring the girl that was off to the side yelling at you.

“Further down on your right—” you rush out, feeling the barrel of a weapon meet your side, you turn around softly. The girl stood behind you, shaking harshly as tears stream down her face, she started to mutter incoherent words. Blocking out the sound of Hanma’s voice, you swallow, raising your hands in the air, tossing your dagger off onto the floor.

“Put it down,” you coax, looking at her with pleading eyes, “I won’t kill you!” you say sweetly, giving her a reassuring smile.

“Oh, but I will.” Hanma bellows from behind you, causing you to lunge at the girl, subconsciously yanking the weapon from her. The sound of the gun popping makes you jump, watching her body drop to the floor, your hands fly to your side, wincing at the pain as your hands shook violently.

Spitting up a few drabbles of blood, you blink away the tears. “You shot me?” you ask, spitting out blood onto the floor.

“You got in the way.” he scoffs, stuffing his gun in the back of his pants, pacing over to you.

“I had it handled,” you wince, pulling your hands away from your side slowly, seeing blood on your hands. You look down at the girl, her blood pooling around her skull, he fired two shots. Feeling the world around you grow dizzy, you extend a bloodied hand out towards Hanma, choking on small wads of blood.

Hanma rolls his eyes, giving you a ‘are you serious’ glare, bringing you closer to him. He grabs hold of you, pulling your slumping body up by the top of your dress, you hiss out in pain. “Up you go,” he huffs out, picking you up easily as he slowly carries you out of the room.

You blink in and out of consciousness, seeing the neon lights shine bright above you to the sound of men yelling and gunfire fill your ears. You harshly grip the collar of Hanma’s suit, muttering small words out, trying to keep your breathing even.

“These requirements…are they meant to be taken seriously?” he asks you, lighting the cigarette that dangled from his mouth, blowing the smoke off to the side. You scrunch your nose at his habit, passing him the last document he had to sign.

“Yes, if anything happens to either of us, these documents will save our asses.” you embellish, pouring the syrup over your pancakes, Hanma raises a brow at you.

“You put syrup on your eggs too?” he queries, grimacing at the way the fork met the plate. You nodded your head at him, taking a bite of the food.

“Shut up and sign the paperwork, we’re getting weird stares.” you retort, poking the egg yolk. Hanma takes one long drag from the stick, quickly signing the document before sliding it back over to you.

The requirements that would justify the marriage, you were the humble wife and he was the loyal husband that came home after work on time. No evidence leading back to what both of your occupations were and you made sure it stayed that way.

“You just had to be in the way, huh?” he scolds, trudging up the stairs of the penthouse slowly. You flick his ear out of protest, having to hear him scold you all the way home was definitely what you needed. You moan out in pain, your hand flying to the wound. Forgetting that you were injured, you press on it lightly, seeing blood start to seep from it.

“Oh, don’t worry! It’s all over me and my car.” he exclaims sarcastically, sitting you down on the toilet. You blink up at him, smearing your fresh blood on his now stained suit. Hanma grunts at you, shrugging off the jacket and rolling up his sleeves. You watch him, noticing the blood that is splattered all over him, along with the huge stain from your own wound.

“I’ll buy you a new one, and for the record,” you say wincing as he turns his back to grab the medical kit, “That’s my car,” you mumble, sitting up slightly to take the dress off, letting out hisses of pain as the fabric let loose around your skin. “Here.” you grumble out as Hanma stuck a hand out to take the dress from you.

“Your car?” he questions, tossing the dress in the sink before placing the kit on the white counter, fishing for the things he needed. You hum in response, “Babe, I bought that car, just because you drive it. Don’t make it yours.” he blathers, pointing the scissors at you before washing his hands.

“Whatever you say, Shuju,” you utter, grabbing the hand mirror off the counter, and start examining the wound. Your hand reaches back behind to see if the blow went through. “Shit,” you gasp, tilting the mirror back over your wound, noticing the bullet that stuck out of your skin, “It wasn’t a clean blow.”

Hanma let out the breath of air he was holding in, unaware on how to approach this predicament. You were always the one patching him up, not the other way around. He didn’t mean to shoot you but he panicked.

He ruffles his hair, patting the top of your head, and leans over to place a soft kiss on your forehead. “On the counter,” he commands, making enough space for you, he doesn’t say another word as he exits the bathroom quickly.

You look at yourself in the mirror, noticing the blood that was caked on you, the dirt that had caked your legs and even your shoulders. You felt grimy and in desperate need of a shower. Fixing the bra strap that had slipped off your shoulder, you hopped onto the counter, breathing in and out as you watched more blood seep from the wound.

“You’re gonna need this,” he remarks, handing you the large bottle of vodka. “Oh and don't squirm because I have no fuckin’ idea how to do this.” he finishes with a smirk, wiggling his brows as he throws on some medical gloves.

You nodded quietly, twisting open the top to the bottle, taking a generous chug of the beverage. You hum at the way it crept back up your throat, causing you to cough up small specks of blood onto the counter. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, ignoring a wide eyed Hanma as he starts to mutter under his breath.

“Check the wound, disinfect, clean, suture, disinfect, and wrap,” you guide out to him, your hand rummaging through the medical box, finding the wrap he needed to use. “The bullet is still embedded in my skin so you have to use the prongs, er, maybe tweezers.” you add, leaning back a bit.

Hanma nods along, placing himself in between your legs, one hand firmly grips your thigh as the other leans you farther back. He needed to make sure the light hit the wound perfectly, he didn’t want to cause anymore pain or unwanted blood.

You let out a shaky breath, hands gripping the edges of the counter as you feel the cool metal at your skin. Hanma bit his bottom lip, moving his shoulder in front of his face, pushing the glasses back up his nose as he slowly started to work on the bullet. You bite back a yelp, your hand reaching out for the heavy bottle as you seeth out in pain.

“Deep breaths, princess.” he mutters to you, looking up at you through his lashes. You nod meekly, pouring some of the vodka onto the wound before bringing the bottle back over to your mouth. You hiss once the alcohol hits your skin, letting out a shaky breath.

Hanma presses lightly on the wound, letting the blood race down your skin, he maneuveres the tweezers over the biggest piece of bullet that had been sticking out of your skin. You felt the metal work its way into you, taking a sharp inhale of air as you felt the bullet being pulled out of your skin. You bit down your lip as your hands went over to cup your mouth, trying to hold back the scream. The tears started to slowly roll down your face as you felt the wave of pain course through your body.

“That’s one,” he mutters, placing the bullet in a bowl, he looks up at you, wiping away the stray tears that fell from your eyes. “One more, okay?” he reassures you, dabbing gauze over the bleeding wound.

You look at him with low lidded eyes, “Shooting me was not a part of the plan, Hanma.” you cough out, leaning your head back up against the wall. He looks at you, hands shaking slightly as he tries his best to get the smaller chunk.

“It was an accident, it’s not like you’d do that to me,” he admits, flicking his gaze up at you and back down at the bullet. You grew quiet, biting down your lip in thought. “Right?“ he asks as he pulls away from you.

It was exactly how he put it, you would shoot him. You would make sure to kill him if it was needed, your need for him was already completed. At this pace, you just enjoyed his company, his work ethic and the way he fucks you. Being caught up in a fantasy that didn’t seem real in the occupation you were in, Hanma wanted to retire. You wanted to go on trips and live in another country away from your past. These were two different dreams for two different people that had no connection outside of work.

“I wouldn’t,” you lie smoothly, giving him a tired smile. “You’re too pretty for me to even raise my gun at.” you let out, feeling the pit in your stomach churn with guilt.

He hums in satisfaction, swiftly taking the bullet out from your skin, “I can’t get the last one out.” he bellows, his hoarse voice fills your head.

“Yes, you can.” you encourage as you adjust the way you sat on the counter. You grab the bottle of vodka, taking another swig of the burning liquid.

“On three,” he tells you, looking at you as his hands pressed against your stomach. You nod out in pain, taking a deep breath, looking up at the blinding lights of the bathroom.

“One.”

You held back a whimper, clamping a hand over your mouth, hearing the way the sound of your flesh squirmed against the tool. “Two.” Feeling him tug harshly on your skin.

You yell out, tears streaming down your face as you kick Hanma off of you. “You said, on three!” you remark at him, wiping your tears away from your stained cheeks.

He shrugs, tossing the items in a bowl that was filled with alcohol. “I got impatient.” he states with a smirk. You groan out in pain, fighting back the urge to slap him.

You surely were going to regret your mission. It was bound to happen, you are an assassin, someone that doesn’t trust easily. Here you were, getting assigned to another job by your network to take out one of their own.

“I reckon you won’t get your personal feelings involved in this?” the board's director asks you through the phone.

You put the cigarette out up against the concrete wall, blowing out the smoke. Looking out at the pedestrians that were doing their daily commute, that could have been you chasing down a taxi but maybe in another lifetime. Maybe in another life you’ll be away from all the anger, the guilt, and the constant fear you lived in.

You quickly hum into the call, closing your thoughts, “Feeling is mutual.” you state harshly, holding back the next set of words you wanted to add. Why did it have to be you? Ending the call without another acknowledgment before walking back into the building.

“Eliminate Hanma Shuji at all costs, 200,000,000¥ will be deposited once the assignment is completed.”

He was too caught up in his own concentration as he sutured your wound shut. Throwing out curse words every given second, his fingers slipping against your spilled blood.

Not glancing up at you to see that you had slipped out of consciousness due to the pain. “Babe?” he repeats as he shakes you awake with panic forming in his eyes. He hears you hum out to him as he wipes his brow, feeling full of relief.

He tosses the gloves in the sink, trying his best to make sure the blood doesn’t get on the clean wrapping. Hanma leans over and kisses your cheek softly, “I’m sorry.” he whispers to you. Pulling away, frowning at the sight as he starts to bring the wrap around your abdomen.

“It’s okay.” you utter restlessly, giving him a small smile. You knew better than to keep adding fuel to the flame but the time was now. If you pushed this on even more, then both of you wouldn’t be able to move past it. Especially you.

“I thought I lost ya’,” he sighs out truthfully, throwing you a worried look. You hear the scissors snip the wrap and the way his hands pressed down carefully onto the now sealed wound.

He places both hands on his hips and looks at you, biting down his lip in thought. Admiring the work he had done on you, “I think I did well.” he comments with a wide grin.

Of course he did well, you were always the one patching him up if he got snagged. You gave him lessons on stuffed animals and on pillows. He just didn’t want to admit that an assassin like you sometimes got wounded. You were skilled, your tactics always came together and you’re a quick thinker. Something that threw his ass out of your league, you downplayed and he didn’t dare to step foot on your turf. Even if he knew that, you were going to be the death of him one day and he had a feeling that it would be sometime soon.

You shake your head in agreement, “I’m starving.” you croak, trying your best to hop off of the counter, wincing at the sharp pain.

Hanma quickly goes over to help you, helping you off of the counter, giving you a scolding glare. “I just patched you up. Stay still will ya?” he hooks a finger under your chin, “I’ll go grab ya something, okay?” he murmurs softly, bringing his lips to your forehead.

You stand there briefly, hearing the sound of his footsteps fade away, the feeling of the cold air coming from the air vent made you shiver. You rubbed your face, groaning out in agony. “Now or never.” you whisper to yourself, hitting the secret compartment that was hidden on the side of the counter.

You grabbed the clips, slamming one of them into the glock as you wobbly made your way to the closet. You calculated the time it would take for Hanma to travel back up the stairs from the kitchen. “Two minutes?” you ponder, yanking a black baggy nightshirt from the velvet hanger. “No, 60 seconds.” you murmur, slipping the shirt over your head, quickly rushing over to the back of the bathroom door.

The sound of his footsteps grew heavier, closing your eyes in thought, you started to contemplate on the next move. Either shoot him with no remorse or question him. You grew silent, hearing his voice before you.

“I got your fav—“

You swipe your tongue over your bottom lip, pressing the gun into his side, “On your knees,” you snarl out in demand, Hanma looks off to his side, dropping the food he had made for you. “Now!”

“Princess?” he exclaims, the sound of his voice wavers, full of disbelief. That gut feeling had come true, you were going to murder him in cold blood.

“For the violation of code, thirty two, you’ve been sentenced to be executed,” you sneer, kicking him in the knee, watching him stumble to the floor. “You remember the incident in Osaka?” you dryly ask, gripping the gun with both of your hands, this wasn’t the time to fall to his tricks.

He laughs, “So this is what it’s about?” he scowls, jaw clenched and fingers thrown into large shaking fists. You circle around him, keeping your eyes on him as you keep the gun at an angle.

“Tell me, did you kill them?” you ask, biting down your lip, the familiar taste of copper fills your mouth. You wanted to hear it from him and not from anyone else.

He grins sadistically, ruffling his hair with his tattooed hand, the word ‘sin’ flashing in your eyes. You swallowed the saliva that had started to build in the back of your throat, clenching your jaw as you stepped closer towards him. “Don’t tell me you knew them?” he taunts, slowly rising up from the ground.

“I-I don’t let my feelings get involved with my work,” you stutter, holding back the tears that started to well up. Stepping closer towards him, you pressed the gun up against his chest, letting out a shaky breath.

“You let your personal feelings get in the way of our work. Didn’t you, sweetheart?” he murmurs to you, one of his hands met the barrel of the weapon as his other hand found its way up your shirt.

No. It was him. He slithered himself in between you. Seemingly, you fell for his charm and you were so careless. So devoted to your work that you kept running back to him and you were carelessly in love with him. You had a mission to carry out and you knew better than to ever get your feelings involved with such need.

“Why did you do it?” you ask him, feeling his large hand start to knead your breast like his own personal stress ball. His fingers pinching your nipple in the process sent shivers down your spine.

He chuckles, prying your shaky fingers off of the gun, “Just following orders,” he coos, his hand yanking the weapon away from you. The sound of it going off, caused you to jump slightly. Looking up to see the hole in the ceilings of the penthouse. “Oops.” he tosses the gun onto the bed.

You watch as he starts to lower himself back towards the ground. You feel his lips start to kiss along the inside of your thigh. Mouth agape, you furrow your brows, “Orders? F-From— Fuck.” you breathe out when he nibbles on a piece of skin, you feel his tongue swipe over the spot.

“No. No. Continue,” he states, voice laced with sarcasm, an envious grin on his face. “It’s not like you tried to just kill me or anything.” he smarts off, swiftly shoving your body into the edge of the bed. You hiss out in pain, quickly closing your thighs in the process.

“I was assigned to kill you,” you muster, looking at him through half lidded eyes. He laughs out at your snide comment, hands unbuckling his belt. The click of the belt set alarms off in your head, looking at the gun that was laying on the opposite side of the bed. You lean up using your shoulders for support trying your best to scoot away from him as he crawls over you.

“Assigned, huh?” he chuckles, yanking your legs open, causing you to squirm in the process. An inaudible hiss of pain leaves your lips, fire to the fuel was now being burned slowly and you had no way to control it. That need grew for him more and tonight was going to be the last night.

“A game of cat and mouse,” he whispers in your ear, pressing himself against your soaked panties. You threw your head back at the sensation the friction was giving you, trying your best to hold back the pitiful moan. “You had me fooled but two can play that game,” he sneers as his lips ghost over yours. You grew quiet, not wanting to say a word as he hooked two fingers over the band of your underwear, sliding them down effortlessly.

Throwing your head back, a loud moan erupted from your lips as you felt two of his fingers slip through the folds of your cunt. He smirks down at you, letting out a soft, “May I?” admiring the way your lips parted in awe. You nod quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pull him closer towards you.

You felt his lips brush against yours, impatiently kissing you as his hand started to roam your body. His digits started to circle the sensitive bud in slow motions, causing you to tug onto the bottom of his lip. Slipping your tongue into his mouth, your fingers entangle themselves with his hair as you part your legs wider, needing him to pick up the pace. His hand finds comfort at the dips of your hip, gripping at the skin harshly. You let out a needy whimper as you feel his fingers curl inside of you. The sound of your pussy squelching around his fingers in such a lewd manner made his cock twitch. He needs to be inside of you now before he lets his load go to waste.

“Please,” you whisper out. Taking in the way he looked above you, his amber eyes showed nothing but anger and lust. “Just this once.” you beg, moving strands of hair away from his face and tucking it back behind his ears.

He laughs out loud while pulling away from you, bringing the two fingers towards his mouth. You watch him suckle on them, eating up the way you tasted. “You dumb little lamb.” he avows coldly as he grabs the gun from the side. You swallow hard, your eyes grow wide at the way he sets the gun on your chest.

“You move an inch and I won't hesitate, ” he scoffs, pinning your arms over your head. Your eyes dart down at the gun and back up at him, nodding quickly.

“Good. Now spread.” he demands, watching you slowly spread your legs for him. He bites his lip down, holding back the words that wanted to spill from his mouth. Humbling himself quickly as he reminds himself that you are still assigned to kill him.

Too worn out, too weak, to even fight him back, you grew limp at the way he pounded into you. From the way his fingers pulled at your scalp to the way his teeth dragged across your collarbone, everything he did was poison to you. Sending your body into another yelping orgasm, you cried out his name over and over again like a broken record. Tears started to form in your eyes as he bit down at the sensitive skin around your breasts.

“Sh-Shuji, please— Ah! Fuck!” you whimper, bucking your hips into his. He grunts out in response, a throaty groan left his lips as he felt your pussy clench around his cock.

Your moans fill the room as you feel his hand grip loosely around your neck as he thrusted into you. You turn your head away from him, feeling pathetic that he was fucking you with such hatred. “N-No, you're going to watch me.” he grunts out, pulling on your chin.

You let out a huff of air, completely forgetting the situation before he started to feel himself up against you. He was going to use this one night to fuck you, like he hated your guts. Knowing the task at hand still stood, but you needed him and he needed you.

He wipes the sweat from his brow, taking the gun into his hands, you lick your lips out in thought. Feeling worry start to build in the pit of your stomach, you had your mouth agape as a stifled moan left your lips. “Open wide.” he says, waving the gun around. You close your mouth shut, glancing up at him with hate in your eyes.

“I said, open up.” he seethes, pounding himself into you harder causing you to throw your head back in pleasure as you arch your back forward. Your mouth starts to open up slowly, trying to form words but nothing comes out.

He doesn't give you no time to think as he places the gun into your mouth. You furrow your brows, looking up at him through your lashes as you feel your drool drip down the barrel of the gun. You started to say something but the words became muffled as he started to move the weapon around in your mouth.

You didn't even know if he emptied out the rounds, his finger ghosting over the trigger as he stared at you with icy amber eyes. You moan out, your shaky fingers starts to press onto your clit, trying to add as much pressure to reach the desired need you wanted to feel. He continues to thrust himself deeper into you, his hands never leaving the gun that he had shoved into your mouth. Trying to say something to him once again but your drool bubbled in the small slits of the corners of your lips.

“I'm sorry? What was that?” he explicated, pulling the weapon from your mouth, watching you take a deep breath of air. Your chest heaving up and down viciously but he didn't care, he was too entranced by the way your breasts bounced to his own rhythm.

The sound of your moans started to fill his head, dragging the gun down your body as he let it hover over your patched up wound. He pinched the flesh of your ass roughly with his other hand, watching you jolt up at the contact. You cry out in pain feeling the heavy weapon lay on top of your wound, tears pricking your eyes but Hanma didn't stop. He felt himself reach his high to the sound of your cries, your begging and even your sweetened pitiful moans.

You tangle your hands within the sheets of the messy bedding, throwing your head into the body pillows, letting out a loud moan that could have been heard from outside of the penthouse— if you had left the windows open. You call out his name like a mantra needing to be spilled, wrapping your legs harder around his waist, letting him come undone inside of you.

“I-I'm—“ you stutter, rolling your eyes in the back of your head as you feel yourself starting to ride out your aching high with Hanma. His pants and low moans filled your ears as his thrusting grew sloppy as his lips attacked your skin. The sound of your name blabbering from his lips made you grow wide eyed as he breathed out heavily, wiping the sweat off of his brow.

Both of you lay there, his head meeting yours as you tried your best to control your breathing. He didn't even glance up at you, give you a reassuring kiss on the forehead or even offer to crack a joke. It was filled with labored breathing and growing tension.

You closed your eyes, breathing out harshly as your hands lightly toss the gun off of the bed. Hanma watches you with caution, pulling himself away from you as he gently pats your thighs. Climbing out of the bed, you watch him with tired eyes as you grab the robe off the night stand.

Back to reality starts to hit you, and now the tension grows heavy. Not wanting to finish out the mission and wanting him to ask you if this was a joke. You wanted to take it all away, you wanted to run away with him, but you were greedy. Brainwashed and manipulated into thinking this man killed the most important people in your life. You were blinded by rage. This was a lesson, a lesson that showed you to never spill your guts to the first man that taught you how to love. Teaching you how to love in the worst kind of way.

“If you're going to kill me,” he sighs, throwing on a pair of pants, “At least, do it when I'm asleep, okay?” he comments, walking past you with a frown as he pats your shoulder.

You shove his hand off of you, scoffing at his behavior, “I can't.” you reply hoarsely, hands wrapped around your waist in a protective manner. Hanma halts, turning back around slowly.

He tilts his head to the side mockingly, waving a finger inches from your face, “How pathetic.” he chuckles out, shaking his head at you. He takes two steps closer to you, hovering over you as he gets closer towards your ear. “Here I thought you'd be able to kill a man within 60 seconds,” he pauses, looking down at the way your face palls.

Almost finding comfort in the way your face showed nothing but waves of emotions even he couldn't convey, it made him think back to all of the years you two spent together. It almost felt like a fever dream. “What are ya waiting for?” he whispers as his teeth nip at the top of your earlobe.

He was right, you were pathetic. You couldn't even bring yourself to run towards the guns in your closet or even the knives you kept in your draws. You stood there frozen, eyes glistening with tears as you watched him walk into the bathroom that followed with a door slam.

His words run through your mind like a mosquito hovering over flesh waiting to take a swim in the enriching taste of blood. It left a sour taste in your mouth as the loaded gun lay on your lap as you watched the sun start to rise. The quick buzzing of your phone snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Confirm kill….payment is waiting.”

The phone grew heavy in your hands, looking over at Hanma, admiring the way his chest rose and fell. You let out a shaky breath as you wipe away the tears that have started to well up in your eyes. You pull the covers off your body, sliding off of the bed quietly, fingers straightening out the black top you wore as you shoved the phone in your back pocket.

The weapon grows heavy in your hands with each step you took towards his side of the bed he was laying on. You cup a hand over your mouth, stifling the sobs that started to fall from your mouth. Breathe hitching in the back of your throat as you raise the shaky gun over him.

“You're bad news,” he chucked out, shoving another piece of candy in his mouth, “I like it.”

“Careful, what you wish for Shuju.” you mumble, yanking your bag of candies from him, giving him a small weak glare.

His laughter rings in your head as he brings his large hands to the sides of your face, “My wish has already come true.” he whispers as he pecks your lips.

Bang!

“When I tell you, I can handle it! Means I can handle it!” you yell at him, tossing the paperwork off the table. He scoffs, tapping his shoe against the tile angrily, shaking his head at you.

“To hell with our requirements, then?” he seethes out, his voice never rising as he waltzed over to you. Yanking the yellow folder from your fingers, “You missed a whole ass paragraph and that proves to me that no. You can't handle it!” he retorts, slapping the folder against his open palm, giving you an eye roll before he storms off.

Bang!

“Once again, Hanma, you are letting me down.” you murmured into the phone, flipping through the magazines as you peered at the woman that walked in. The target you needed to eliminate.

“Look who's talking,” he snarks back, flicking the toothpick off onto the sidewalk, “Anyways, are you almost done? I got reservations for us in two hours.” he grins out widely, winking at you through the wide shop window before walking off.

Bang!

You turn away, throwing the gun at the window far across the room. Your choked sobs and screams filled the quiet room, as your knees buckled underneath you. The sound of his blood dripping off onto the floor made your skin crawl. Bringing your hands over your ears, you started to rock yourself, murmuring the two words you value the most, “I'm sorry.”

Your phone vibrated in the back of your pocket, grabbing your attention as you rubbed your eyes, wiping the blood that had splattered onto your face in the process. You look at the no caller ID, clenching your jaw in hatred. You answered it after the fourth ring, the line was quiet, waiting for you to speak.

You let out a shaky breath, “Target has been eliminated. I want my ransom and I'm out.” you harshly spew, your fingers pressing the red button as you fumble back up. Taking one last glance at the pool of blood but never at his face or his body.

You don't remember much of the night when you murdered him, you didn't bury him nor did you notify the authorities. Having already seen the network clean-up crew waiting outside of the penthouse doors tells you enough. But you didn't stay, no, you ran like a dog with its tail in between its hind legs. You cleared your name and went to another country that didn't have any data on you. You wanted to forget, and this was the only way too.

Except the nightmares still crept through your dreams, his smile, his voice, and even down to the way he used to hold you so close at night. It was all gone, you were the one, who had taken that away. You were never really taught how to grieve, but slowly you felt the lingering pain of heartbreak park its way right into your tainted soul.

Each morning, you sit on your large porch, watching the waves crash against each other, reminding you of him. Each night, you stayed up until two, whispering goodnights to yourself and wishing he was there with you. Everything you did was for him.

It was a year, maybe two when you finally grew out of that state of misery. Coming to terms that you were just meant to never accept anyone else or love anyone else. Your time as an assassin caught up with you, many of the townsfolk got word that a killer lived amongst them. Though, they would never suspect it was you, the sweet lady that gave the kids candy anytime they walked through the garden as a shortcut to the beach.

Your time as an assassin did bring in many freelancers to your doorstep begging you to train them, take them under your wing as a student. You did agree to one girl, she reminded you so much of him. It made you want to tell her about him but you refrain yourself from doing so.

“My old sensei, Hanma, has told me about you.” she says out loud, grabbing the walking stick and digging it into the ground.

You pause, dusting your hands off with the cloth that was draped over your shoulder, turning your gaze on the girl. “Excuse me?”

She laughs, “Did you really think you killed him?”

Your blood ran cold, dropping the gardening tool as you quickly got up from the sitting position. The girl panics, fumbling to grab her ringing phone from her pocket, the ringtone rumbles through the speakers.

“Answer it.” you demand with a clenched jaw. You watch as the girl answers the phone, whispering into it quickly and flickering her eyes at you and back towards the roses bushes. She quietly passes you the phone, stepping away from you but making sure to be within earshot.

“Hello?” you chime into the phone speaker, feeling your skin crawl at the line and its waves of static. You kept your expression stoic making sure to have your eyes trained on your student, if this was a joke you would surely have her do laps until she passed out.

After a few more seconds went by, you started to realize that this wasn't a joke. You heard someone's voice, a voice that you tried to distinctly make out but the connection of the call was static. Briefly making out the three words that made you shake in bewilderment.

“Miss me, Princess?”

pretty little thing

part one || part two || part three || part four

warnings: nsfw || degrading, praise, creampie, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, cunnalings, blow jobs, double penetration, reverse harem

part one: no warnings yet

characters: bonten x female y/n

word count (p1): 1k+

you weren’t necessarily used to the high life. you were used to doing things for yourself and by yourself. growing up wasn’t exactly ideal and you were forced to grow up pretty quickly. as much as your parents had the money, they didn’t know how to be parents.

you did what you needed to do so you could get by so being spoiled and pampered wasn’t something you expected or cared about.

your best friends all had sugar daddies and while it seemed fun, it wasn’t something you were interested in. you didn’t care how much money they got, old men? you took a hard pass

you ended up tagging along to a party with them anyway. they managed to convince you and you had been spending so much time with university and your job, going out could help ease off some of the stress.

“i’m just saying y/n, it wouldn’t hurt to live a little”

you already know what she’s implying so you just roll your eyes and reach for your drink. you had no intentions of getting drunk but you definitely needed something in your system if you were going to deal with them all night.

this club was exclusive so only very rich and wealthy people were regulars. you had heard about the owners of the place through the grapevine at school so you knew a little about them. you had also heard about bonten before so it was no surprise that the older men your friends associated themselves with, had some sort of business tie with them as well.

apart of you knew that it was dangerous. they weren’t exactly known for being friendly businessmen but as long as you stayed close to your friends and away from any vip area filled with strange men, you’d be fine and if push came to shove, you knew how to fight.

“papi says he organised a special evening for us” your friends says and you try not to gag and the nickname she has for her “lover”

“he’s already in the room, it’s upstairs” she continues and you don’t bother asking questions. you genuinely didn’t care about her “papi” who seemed to be very pretentious as you know he was from japan and definitely wasn’t hispanic at all.

you scoff and down the rest of your drink before you follow her and 2 other friends upstairs. they had their own partners who seemed to be there as well so you’d definitely be holding a candle at some point in the evening. maybe getting a little drunk wouldn’t harm anyone.

the room is beautiful. it’s hard to be mad when the interior looks expensive and very classy, which wasn’t what you expected. you were half expecting to find half naked women and men dancing and a form of entertainment..

your friend grins at you.

“pretty, isn’t it?” she asks and you nod

it takes you a moment to notice the other men in the room. it seems like they’re discussing business but they don’t look that much older than you are and well, they were definitely attractive

they all look up at the same time when a pink haired man says something and then they’re looking at you. you try not to feel awkward as you sit on an empty loveseat. the music is still playing even in the private rooms and they seem to have waitresses coming in and out offering more drinks and snacks.

“y/n, are you still good?” your friend asks and you smile

“yes” you say, “comfortable too”

she laughs before going back to shamelessly flirting with her boyfriend. you don’t say anything else and continue enjoying the comfort of the loveseat

“you alone this evening?”

you look up and there’s a very handsome man smiling down at you.

“allow me to introduce myself” he says, reaching out for your hand, “my name is ran, ran haitani”

“f/n .. l/n” you say, returning his sweet smile though you can tell there’s something hidden behind his pretty eyes and it almost has you feeling flushed, but you had a good poker face.

“would you like to join us?” he asks, “i see that your friends are … occupied”

you laugh and allow him to lead you to the other side of the room.

“this is y/n” he tells them, “pretty little thing, isn’t she?”

he introduces you to everyone and you find yourself being able to keep conversation without feeling awkward and you don’t bother putting up a façade the way your friends do around rich, powerful men.

“you came alone?” sanzu asks and you nod

“i find that hard to believe” rindou says, “your boyfriend would be an idiot to let you out on your own”

that has you laughing again. none of them are as subtle as they think they are but you’re also good at playing dumb. years of practice after growing up with pretentious parents.

“no boyfriend” you shrug, “university and work takes up most of my time”

“pretty and smart” mikey grins, though you find that his smiles never really reach his eyes. it’s a little unsettling but he doesn’t make you uncomfortable

“it must be … lonely” kakucho frowns, “being all alone i mean”

“you get used to it” you say, “i like my own space so it’s pretty convenient”

“you don’t have a roommate?” kokonoi asks and you shake your head

“i’m a little bit of a control freak” you admit, “i wouldn’t be able to stay with someone who didn’t do things the way i did”

ran laughs and cocks an eyebrow at that. this time, you try to be more subtle when you squeeze your thighs together.

“maybe you just haven’t found the right person to help you… let go of that control” mikey says, “it must be hard wanting to be in control all the time”

something about the way he says that makes you feel hot. you know what he’s implying by that and the idea of them taking all the control away from you seemed hot.. a little scary but you were adventurous.

before you could say anything, your friend came up to you

“y/n, i told papi that we’re leaving early” she smiles, “you have an early class tomorrow”

you almost forgot about that

“it was lovely to meet you all” y/n says, “thank you for the entertainment”

you miss the way ran looks at sanzu just as you’re leaving.

it definitely wouldn’t be the last time you saw any of them.

COTTONTAIL

Character/s: Bonten!Manjiro Sano

Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, hybrid au, established relationship, reader is a bunny hybrid, mentions of past kidnapping, reader is an airhead, tiny angst, cunnilingus, rough sex, creampie, breeding kink, heat cycles, unprotected sex, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: commissioned by bby grey @meganemoon 💖🥺 thank you so much and hope u like it luv!

Synopsis: Mikey would do anything for his wife—even hightail out of an important meeting.

WC: 2.7k

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kissdrunk!sakusa, who swore to himself that he’d never kiss anyone, revolted by the idea of having to share his mouth with another person.

kissdrunk!sakusa who met you eventually, and though still uneasy about the idea at first, he’d often catch himself staring at the plump of your lips every so often.

kissdrunk!sakusa who caved one night, clumsily leaning in to take your mouth only to have you stiffle a laugh in his once you realize that he’s horrible at it.

kissdrunk!sakusa who let you slip the pad of your thumb between his lips, flusteredly obeying as you taught him how to do the very thing he used to hate thinking about.

kissdrunk!sakusa who ever since then, could never get enough. 

kissdrunk!sakusa who would kiss you awake in the mornings, silently rejoicing when he took the risk of slipping his tongue pass your lips and you latched onto it, moaning softly.

kissdrunk!sakusa who would kiss you anytime, anywhere, however he likes it.  slipping his tongue past your lips outside the gym after practice when you come to pick him up, the hand at the back of your head pulling you closer, his teammates gaping in horror.

kissdrunk!sakusa who would kiss you deep and slow as you take the elevator up to your apartment, because he was far too impatient.

kissdrunk!sakusa who would fuck your mouth until he was satisfied, holding your pretty head in place with two hands as his hips jerk and he shoots his load down your throat, groaning blissfully. he’d yank you upwards then, pulling your lips to his demandingly, tasting the saltiness of his seed on your tongue, rewarding you once he knows for sure that you swallowed all of it.

kissdrunk!sakusa who would kiss his way down your body, tongue flicking against the swolleness of your clit, then pressing a soft kiss in warning.

kissdrunk!sakusa who throws your legs over his shoulders, hooks his arms under each of your thighs, then lifts your ass off the bed as he brings you flat against his face.

kissdrunk!sakusa who doesn’t just eat you out with his mouth, but his whole face. a dry, shocking scream would rip from your throat as your toes curl, feeling the bump of his nose as it rubs brutally against your clit, the pump and oddly talented thrust of his tongue inside of you, and the constant graze of teeth as he searches for anything he can latch onto.

kissdrunk!sakusa who will suck lewdly on your clit, not caring in the slightest of the excess of suction noises that make their way around the room.

kissdrunk!sakusa who will continue to pump his long, slender fingers in and out of your cunt, already having three in and swearing that you could fit one more.

kissdrunk!sakusa who will swallow up all of your juices, lapping them up thoroughly as he cleans you with his tongue.

kissdrunk!sakusa who will crawl back up your body and capture you in a bruising kiss, making sure to travel the lengths of your mouth with his tongue.

kissdrunk!sakusa who will finally pull away, and in a breathless but soft voice whisper: “you taste so good baby, please, let’s go one more time,” pleading for another taste of your pussy, completely high and fucked off the adrenaline.

everyone says that my omiomi is a clean pussy eater—if one at all, and i disagree. that boy is pussy starved and eats that shit out like he aint ever gonna see it again.

𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 … [ likes and reblogs are appreciated. thank u ]

— RYOMEN SUKUNA

DRABBLES/THIRST!

thirst —pov: u try to break up with him :(

thirst 2 — pov: ur his fav hoe

thirst 3 — frat bf sukuna

thirst 4 — making out in his car

leading lady — confusion, exes, foes

text messages — daily convos withsukuna

filled up — you had them all three. toji, sukuna, gojo.

luxurious — sukuna is a boyfriend that can certainly pay your bills

cigarettes — in whichsukuna is willing to give up anything for your love, even if it’s his addiction for cigarettes.

basketball player! sukuna — as ur basketball player bb

basketball player! sukuna 2 — cant get enough of him

ONESHOTS!

feelings — in which sukuna likes you but you can’t seem to accept it.

lies, lies, lies — he swears they’re all lies.

— TOJI FUSHIGURO

DRABBLES/THIRST!

thirst — toji wants to know every single boy that have touched you before, for his research purposes ;)

thirst 2 — toji fushiguro is a real pussy pleaser.

filled up — you had them all three. toji, sukuna, gojo.

text messages — daily convos with toji.

sugar daddy! toji — u love the money and him

gym rat boyfriend! toji — he loves u and the gym

ONESHOTS!

misunderstanding — in which toji finds you dancing with another man after ignoring him for days. 

DILF COLLECTION!

dilf in amusement — the first time u met him

dilf in question — in which toji tells you his rightful secret.

dilf in trouble — in which you learn about toji’s work wife.

dilf in jealousy — toji fushiguro hates those dumb college boys who can’t leave his pretty baby alone.

— GOJO SATORU

DRABBLES/THIRST!

filled up — you had them all three. toji, sukuna, gojo.

dating gojo — boyfriend! gojo who …

breakups & makeups — stupidly inlove toru

— MULTI

ya tryna fuck, pretty girl? — sukuna, toji gojo, getou

THE ETHICS OF RELATIONSHIPS - 'THE PROF GETO SERIES'

INSTRUCTOR INFORMATION Professor Suguru Geto Level: Advanced (18+) Total Points: 91,264 / 91,264 (100% Complete) Extra Credit Earned: 3,603 Recommended Study Playlist

COURSE DESCRIPTION Professor Suguru Geto is a renown ethics professor, and you're a 4.0, straight A student whose GPA he's trying to ruin (or that's what you think). Instead of dropping the class, you're more intent on making him see your brilliance -- but you get more than you bargained for, when the two of you learn more about the other -- and what you owe to each other.

COURSE REQUIREMENTS

I. I NEED SOMEONE OLDER....................................10,376 POINTS

II. ILLICIT AFFAIRS......................................................16,821 POINTS

III. THE WRONG PLACE AT THE RIGHT TIME......12,010 POINTS

IV. YOU DREW STARS AROUND MY SCARS.........14,288 POINTS

V. WAIT FOR YOUR LOVE..........................................12,464 POINTS

VI. TEACH YOU HOW FOREVER FEELS…………….25,305 POINTS

EXTRA CREDIT

I. SUDDENLY, I HAVE A VALENTINE.......................1,208 POINTS

II. SAY YOU CAN'T SLEEP (BABY I KNOW).............2,395 POINTS

—𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

pairing: half-dragon emperor!zhongli x afab!reader

w/c: 2.9k

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

disclaimer: there is no pronouns for reader but they are afab, reader is a concubine, emperor au, slight angst, some guizhong x zhongli, monster-fucking, zhongli has some patches os scales, horns and fangs, tongue fucking, zhongli’s tongue grows, cunniligus, breeding, dick bulge, zhongli has a unique dick, marking, mention of blood, size kink, full nelson, overstimulation, dacryphila, implied size kink, reader passes out, unedited

summary: after being gifted with immortality after being exchanged to becoming one of the emperor’s concubines, you noticed he is acting very strange this springtime.

a/n: this is my first submission for my monsterfucker may collab! I hope you guys enjoy it

The empire known as Liyue was an extremely prosperous nation, holding many luxuries as trade seemingly thrived. The emperor, Zhongli, was always celebrated, triumphing and gaining more land, more gold and more commodities for his people.

He was ethereal, untouchable to so many people. People couldn’t believe he was human, but only a few people on the other side of the large pearly gates of his palace knew otherwise. Regardless of his humanistic face and body, a dragon lay underneath it—strong, powerful, and unforgiving.

“Pardon, the emperor, has requested to see you. He’s currently in his chambers,” a servant murmured towards you. His esteemed secretary, Ganyu, gave you a small smile. She was always timid and reserved, doing her tasks to perfection regardless of whatever ridiculous request other concubines would ask of her. As a sigh escaped your lips, you nodded your head getting up from your place at your desk.

Although the emperor has thrived for years, the blood staining his hand had known heartbreak and hurt. The emperor once had a wife—the beautiful, kind, collected Guizhong. She did her best to let the culture of Liyue thrive as Zhongli focused on his countless battles. Art, calligraphy, music, dance—Liyue owed a lot to her.

The sweet white-haired empress fell ill though, a disease unknown and incurable despite the many doctors Zhongli commissioned from around the world. It was said, he refused to be there when she took her last break, soft ruby eyes of her going dull.

In order to get worried nobles and artisans off of his back, Zhongli soon created the concubine system. Beautiful women from the various regions of Liyue soon flocked and decorated the once barren palace. Still, Zhongli did not indulge them—hiding away in his studies. It had been a millennium since her passing, and yet he closed the world and his heart off.

You were sure why you were chosen as a concubine either. You were from Liyue, only a traveler that was down on their luck. As you were on the ground, trying to recover some strength from walking hours—golden laid down on you. His expression was unreadable, his hand reaching out towards you.

And you took it without a second thought, not once fearing the monster in a human disguise.

Instead of rags, lay fine silk covering your form. Instead of dirt, jewels decorated your body. Instead of mortality, you were blessed to be immortal. You even had specialized servants there to listen to your every need.

And like the others, he did not touch you once in all these years.

“Thank you for letting me know Ganyu, I’ll be on my way,” you replied. As you left your abode, the halls of the palace seemed more deserted than usual. It always seemed to have someone hanging out there, drinking wine, chatting, etc.—yet none of that could be seen. Your stomach churned as you headed towards the east wing of the estate.

Something just didn’t seem right.

Your face felt warm when you finally discovered where he was in his chambers. The emperor was in a bath. His eyes were closed, long hair drifting down the milky water like a stream. Flowers floated among it as the smell of glaze lilies drifted heavily in the air.

“...Please join me in the other tub. The servants have already added milk, honey, and flowers. I hope it is to your liking,” his deep voice reverberated. Your eyes drifted down momentarily, your heart throbbing in your chest. Zhongli had not touched you once, and now he wished to see you bare in a tub next to his.

The contract you signed in mystic golden ink flashed in your head.

You chose this title. You accepted being his concubine for his luxuries and royalties. He must finally want his share of his agreement.

You slowly took off the sash of your hanfu, letting the various expensive fabrics fall on the tile floor. A shiver took over your body as it tried to adjust to the sudden temperature. You swiftly headed towards the bath, sinking into the sweet water with a loud plop. Water sloshed around before it finally calmed and adjusted to your sudden change.

The water was warm, as it tried to tempt your body to relax. You couldn’t though, not when the emperor was in the tub next to you—eyes still closed.

“You wanted me, my lord,” you murmured. He let out a deep sigh, nose slightly whistling before finally letting his eyes open. Those pupils of his always pierced your own—golden like the sun shaped as if it were a citrine gemstone on top of honey-hued irises.

Your eyes narrowed gazing at a patch seemingly glowing from the light of the window. A patch of golden scales lay on his cheek. Was he beginning to shed his human disguise? You have not once seen the scale on his skin before. Even though you knew of his status, he never showed any of those traits openly like this.

“Zhongli, are you alright? I apologize if I’m speaking out of term, but you don’t seem to be acting like yourself,” your murmured. You caved in to the water hearing him chuckle, almost amused at your statement.

“Do you think so, I think I’m actually beginning to act like myself, my dear,” he replied. My dear? That was new too…

Zhongli rose from the tub, letting his nude form be free to your gaze. As much as you were tempted to turn away, your eyes lay focused on his cock. He was big and so thick. He was fully erect as well. Patches of various scales were scattered at different parts of his body too.

“M-Zhongli!” you stammered out, getting up from the tub as well. Zhongli could only smile, gaze darkening in lust and desire at your form. He slowly got closer to you, large hands holding your side on the base of the bathtub. You could feel sharp nails poking where he felt you, as he leaned in closer—lips whispers away from yours. Your lips quivered at the anticipation, feeling his soft lips hover on top of yours.

“Are you still alright with this, I didn’t clear you from your busy schedule did I,” he murmured. You nodded your head

“N-No…but, I don’t mind. This is what I agreed to when you saved me that day Zhongli,” you whispered back. Zhongli only grunted, capturing your lips finally. As your eyes fluttered closed, you noticed how rough he was, almost taking your breath away in the process. His lips parted, letting his tongue come and savor you. His hands had begun trailing up and down your curves as well, as if memorizing the way your skin felt underneath his touch.

You felt something slightly painful beginning to poke at your bottom lip. The familiar taste of iron hit your tongue. Zhongli leaned out, letting you get a glimpse of the long canines protruding from his teeth. Your eyes widened, noticing the horns that also materialized on the sides of his head.

His human disguise was really beginning to dissipate.

His lips only curled into a smirk, leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek before littering them slowly and slowly to your form—your neck, your shoulder, your breasts, your naval, your thigh—letting that sweet taste of honey and milk stain those petal-like lips of his.

He moved your legs wider, getting a better look at your entrance. Your body shivered, feeling his lips connect with your clit, the familiar sensation of pleasure was beginning to burn inside of you. His tongue prodded out, beginning to swipe his tongue along the bundle of nerves, groaning as he could feel your juices beginning to leak out and coat your folds.

“Mmm. I don’t know whether this is from the bath but you taste so sweet my dear,” he murmured out as a moan coaxed out of you as your hands darted up to reach his horns, tightly gripping them to stay steady. His eyes flickered up to you momentarily in surprise only to close once more to properly savor his meal.

Zhongli sucked hard on your clit, lifting it up with the amount of fervor he had, watching it jump back into place once he finally let it go. His tongue maneuvered around the bud too, only drifting away at times to go back and flicker along the actual nub.

His fingers traveled to both of your folds, stretching you out wider for him to continue his abuse on your clit. His tongue slowly drifted down to your puckering hole, pushing it inside as his fingers replaced where his lips once were.

“H-How is this possible. F-Fuck!,” you moaned out. Your eyes blew wide, squirming under his grasp as you felt his tongue reach deeper and deeper inside of you. Your walls fluttered, clamping down at his inhumanely long tongue hitting the deepest parts of you. Your body shook as the pleasure began getting overwhelming for you. With slow, meticulous circles rubbing along your throbbing clit and his tongue somehow curving up and hitting that other sensitive part inside of you.

Your legs caved in his heavy, pushing his face deeper in your crotch with your grip still on his horns. You could feel his lips forming a smirk, as his factions began going faster and faster. His tongue drilled in and out of you, fingers rapidly rubbing your clit. He was slurping loudly, your essence dripping down on the tile.

“M’gonna. M’gonna. Zhongli!!!” you screamed out, back-arching as you finally reached your peak. With your tear-pricked eyes rolled back, your body convulsed trying to recover from the immense orgasm that just rocked you.

When Zhongli finally raised his head away from your hole, your half-lidded eyes noticed his tongue was normal, swiping your slick coating his fingers. His cheeks held a rosy hue, almost as if he was shy all of a sudden. As you let your back fall backward, Zhongli quickly held an arm out, cradling you in them.

“Are you alright?” he murmured out. A flash of confusion hit your expression. You wondered why he was being so attentive and caring, for someone who seduced you not even 10 minutes ago.

“Y-Yeah…” you croaked out. Zhongli sighed once more, eyes drifting down to the floor. His gaze hardened, grip on you getting tighter.

“...I want to apologize. I lost my composure and ended up dragging you into this. I did not wish for you, or anyone to see this side of myself,” Zhongli murmured. You didn’t respond, only drifting your hands up and pressing it on the patch of scales on his cheek. His eyes momentarily widened but softened as he leaned against your touch.

“Spring is a beautiful season for almost everyone. The bitterness of the cold is gone, there is a new harvest and treats to eat, even the glaze lilies I adore so much bloom beautifully at this time,” Zhongli hummed with a slight smile. His lips soon after curved down, eyebrows furrowed in frustration and sadness.

“But it’s a reminder that as much as I’d like to be human, I’m not. Humans don’t go through ruts. Humans don’t lose themselves in lust. Humans don’t have an unbeatable desire as I do,” he sighed.

“Most years I have managed to close myself off and deal with my…issues alone, but I noticed you outside walking around the garden in the window and I completely lost control. I sincerely apologize from the bottom of my heart for putting you through that. Let’s get you up and hydrated. I’m sure Ganyu is already worried and will gladly take care of you—”

“But who's going to take care of you, my lord?” you whispered. Zhongli flattened his lips, not answering your question. The patch of scales under your touch was jarring, they were rough and juxtaposed against the rest of his soft smooth skin.

“...I don’t mind assisting. I agreed to take care of your needs when I signed that contract years ago Zhongli. Let me do this for you for everything you’ve done for me…” you murmur back to him. Zhongli gulped, fighting a subconscious battle with himself, before pressing a kiss on your thigh.

“You know I won’t be this calm and gentle when I lose myself again. This is a temporary moment of tranquility…” he replied back. You chuckled, lifting your lips to his forehead.

“I figured as much…”

His lips captured your once more, as you laid in his bed. His hips were grinding into your core, you could feel just how hard he was rubbing it along your glistening folds. As he lifted his head from your bruised lips, you noticed his eyes had changed—diamonds becoming slits.

Even his dick had transformed as well, looking more monstrous than before. It now had a gradient, his pale skin turning into an obsidian hue. The symbol of Liyue, of his element, of geo glowed. Even his muscular arms favored that obsidian color, with golden geometric lines decorating the sides of it. Translucent precum formed at the black head, ridges now decorated the base of his cock.

“I’m going to breed you…fill you up again and again. Remember, you’re the one that decided to stay and deal with this side of me,” he growled lowly in your ear. He leaned in close to you, hands clasping tightly at your hips.

The head of his cock pressed into your entrance back and forth trying to find a way for it to fit in. Your body jolted as he slowly entered inside of you. You sucked a breath in, feeling him stretch you out wider and wider as he slipped in deeper. Tears pricked your eyes once more, you weren’t a virgin but he was too big for you not to experience some kind of pain and discomfort.

Sensing the pain, Zhongli growled once more letting his fingers swirl against your clit once more trying to distract you from the pain. A moan escaped your lips as he eventually bottomed out, tip hitting against your cervix. You never felt so full in your life, your hand pressing against the new bulge on your stomach.

Not even giving you time to get used to him, Zhongli began thrusting hard inside of you. Your hands gripped the sheets tightly, fingers digging into the silk. The bed squeaked and moaned, wood hitting against the wall with the rapid pace he had set.

His lips connected with your neck, sucking and nibbling the skin. His fangs had returned once more, poking you every so often. Your gummy walls squeezed tight feeling the ridges of his cock rub against that mouth-watering spot inside of you. Your legs wrapped around his waist in a futile attempt for him to get even deeper.

“M’M-Zhongli,” you moaned. Your body quivered once more, reaching an orgasm. His jaw clenched firmly, heavy balls slapping against your ass. A low groan came from him as his warm, thick cum spurted inside of you. A ring of white decorated his cock as he continued fucking the cum deep within you.

“More. More. I need more…” Zhongli groaned. Your tired eyes widened as you were flipped over. He now laid under you, his forearms lifted up your legs lifting up your rapidly pounding into you. Your walls only squeezed tighter, as his previous cum began slipping out and falling on his sheets.

Your hand pressed against his own that was rubbing his clit before you found yourself reaching another high. Tears were cascading down your cheeks as how overwhelmed and overstimulated you were. Your clit burned, still being rapidly rubbed against as a wave of pure exhaustion hit your body. You were becoming so tight that he could barely thrust inside of you. Zhongli growled, letting himself cum inside you once more.

Things began drifting after Zhongli came again. You were repeatedly flipped, handled, and fondled in different positions—with him cumming inside of you again and again. You started losing count of just how many times he had done it.

Gold that once enveloped the room turned to navy as you finally got a barring of your surroundings again. Lips were pressing against the various marks and bruises that now adorned your body and your lower half burned in dull pain. As you tried to move, you whined as the dull pain became much sharper.

“Shhh…easy there. Let me just clean up the rest of this on your legs and I’ll get you some water alright?” Zhongli murmured. That sweet smile was on his lips again, as a damp rag wiped off the leftover cum staining your body.

“Z-Zhongli?” you whispered out in confusion. Zhongli only chuckled, reaching over to a glass of water and placing it on your slightly chapped lips. You slowly drank the water, letting the cool liquid lubricate your once dry throat.

“I told you when I’m like that I lose all sense of myself. Still…thank you for sticking by me. No one has done that for me before,” Zhongli murmured, pressing his lips against your forehead. You leaned your head against his, eyes feeling heavy once more. Zhongli’s hand placed itself on your lower stomach with a small smile.

“...I think it may be time this nation sees a new Empress anyway. How do you feel about that?” Zhongli murmured. You whined, closing your eyes again as exhaustion took over you. Zhongli could only chuckle, noting to get you properly fed and checked out once you wake up from his arms. He could only play with the strains of your hair, bringing it up to his lips.

“...Because I think that’s a splendid idea…”

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gojo satoru has a big sweet tooth.

he can always be seen ordering a frappuccino with five pumps of caramel syrup and extra whipped cream at starbucks, showing up to morning training with an entire platter of chocolate dipped berries, or suckling a tootsie pop with obscenely inappropriate noises during important meetings because the components in sugar stimulates his brain, giving the right amount of rush someone like him needs to keep sane.

his credit card is most swiped at sweet shoppes and random souvenir stands that sell his favorite melon sugar cubes, or the zunda and cream kikufuku he likes so much.

because his appetite for the sweeter things in life is insatiable.

that's why it isn't a surprise he developed a craving for you. he's always had a greedy taste for doe-eyed young women and you happened to be exactly his type. saccharine smile, giggly laugh, and a head full of bubblegum. ijichi kiyotaka's sweet little apprentice who skipped through the halls eating strawberry hi-chews for lunch instead of proper meals, wearing tiny little skirts and rootbeer flavored lip gloss just to torment gojo into wanting to lick it onto his tastebuds.

pure and lovely, you've become his favorite sugar rush.

and with the help of pop culture and social media, he can have a sample before he finally buys the product.

RECENT TWEET FROM @xoyoursweetenerxo: i'll be streaming in 10 mins wearing new lingerie! come take a peek at pixelme.jp/sweetener <333

that's the alert that begins gojo's unraveling, rolling into his notification center. his heart kicks up an irritating notch when he flips his phone over in his hand and reads your username on the screen. he can feel the curious eyes of his three former students on his back as they trail him down the hall, but he has tunnel vision and cotton ears, their incessant chatter echoing in one ear and out the other.

"gojo-sensei, did you hear anything i just said?" megumi snaps, his annoyed tone barely registering.

"i heard a rumor that he finally has a girlfriend now, that's why he's always so distracted," nobara gossips into yuuji's ear, the two casting a long, knowing glance at their mentor.

"so it's like that?"

"it's like that."

"what were you saying?" gojo asks distractedly, lifting one side of his blindfold to unlock his phone, bringing up the twitter app. his main account loads first and he spares a single glance to nanami's weekend vacation update, two for tsukumo straddling her motorbike in hokkaido, and none for aoi ranting about takada's dating rumors at the top of his timeline.

he never hears megumi's reply because he's too busy switching to his private account, an empty lurker with a black photo. eager to click your profile.

tonight's stream invitation is pinned at the top, decorated with pink hearts but he ignores that for now. making sure to hold his phone at an angle his nosy ass kids can't peek at, a long pale finger swipes up to bring the scroll down to a spam of grwm selfies you just posted, a ritual before your streams. you're cute as a button in each one, but it's the last one— on hands and knees, ass pointed to the camera—that makes him groan, the sound covered up by an exaggerated sneeze.

"um, gross!" nobara screeches at him, folding her arms and leaning away. "you sounded like a middle aged dad."

satoru stops his long stride suddenly, masking his irritation by reaching into his pocket for his wallet, flipping the leather open for a spare credit card. he hands it to kugisaki with a pat on her head, grinning when she slaps his hand down and pockets his card without question.

"you know what? mission’s canceled for tonight!" he cheers, already heading in the opposite direction, shooting finger guns. he's eager to get away from his kids and to his office where he can concentrate on your stream. "go out without me and have fun!"

he waves off their confused looks, disappearing in a flash. attention glued to his phone like a teenaged boy. the sorcerer feels his cock twitch to life in his pants the longer he stares at your picture. you're wearing a skater dress that barely covers your plump ass, giving your twitter followers a tease of soft skin and cute stretch marks on the back of your thighs.

he knows that if he wants to see more, like the devastating visual of your slit spread around your favorite dildo, he'll have to join the stream and tip up.

not many people know about your other life. the angel who brings in sponge cake and iced coffee each morning to gojo, who shyly refuses to meet his stare whenever he walks into the room, unable to stand the intensity of his flirtations, is a camgirl with views high enough to land you in the top rated tab. people tipped you good and in return, you let them control your pleasure.

and gojo satoru is your biggest fan.

he hadn't been stalking when he found out. he'd just been passing by one of the staff rooms with the intention of terrorizing ijichi and found you instead, boldly streaming from your phone, whispering i bought my first vibrator! should i try it at work?

those annoying hot girls in your area, click for more! ads weren't needed because gojo had never made an account so fast.

and if he tuned into your grainy stream from his office, cock shamelessly fisted in his hand as he watched you push your panties to the side, phone camera positioned in an upskirt shot of you struggling to fit the small, vibrating toy inside your tight little cunt? mind your business.

he unlocks the door to his office now, shutting himself in before he clicks the streaming link, letting his phone redirect to the site so he can log in.

username: honoredone89 password: hollowedout28

"is the stream stable? hi, welcome! we'll get started soon."

the sound of your airy, girlish voice rings out from his phone as he falls into a leather lounge chair. you're streaming from your room this evening, dressed in frilly and frothy lingerie and a pair of lacy thigh highs, sitting up on your knees on a bed draped in a white gossamer canopy.

rosy led lights wash out the pretty tone of your skin in a soft pink glow, selling your sweet and innocent image. gojo figures that's why you're so popular— you feed right into their desires to turn out girls like you, drawing them in like worker bees to honey.

"how's my apprenticeship? it's going so good, thank you!" you answer a comment from one of your regulars, waving shyly at the viewers pouring into the virtual room.

"this won't be a long stream since i have to wake up early tomorrow, but..." you prattle on, leaning forward to check the viewer count. gojo's attention is drawn to the plump swell of your breasts in your bralette. god, he wants to run his lips all over the lace so bad; tonguing and biting over your nipples through the flimsy fabric until they're bitten raw. "while we wait for more to join, what did you boys do today-"

"ah, shoot. i almost forgot!" you gasp, twisting around to lean out of the canopy; opening the drawer on the nightstand.

as you rummage around, bent over, you accidentally allow your fans to admire the panties you're wearing. crotchless and lacy, the clips of a garter attached to your stockings. the backshot gives him a perfect peek at the shadowed seam of your pussy too, the little scraps of fabric on the front kissing your clit.

but more importantly, he can see the heart-shaped glass plug buried in the dip of your ass.

oh. well, when did you get that?

his tastebuds water, sweet tooth waking up for cravings. a quick decision made that he will stop holding himself back and get a taste of you, that he will be the end to your innocence.

in2feet chatted: this is boring hurry up and get naked

nakedman chatted: location? i'd fuck your ass so good kitten

it was obviously unintentional because your look of ditzy confusion is too cute when you turn around with the matching dildo, shaped like a sailor moon wand. but it ends up being the perfect way to begin your stream— tips roll in without prompting, chat pinging with comments.

"hehe, what are you guys- o-oh.." your question ends in a small sigh that makes his cock throb in his slacks. the air feels stagnant and warm in his office so he drags his blindfold down, unbuttoning the high collar of his jacket. you settled back on the bed too fast, the glass flare of the plug in your ass shifting, pushing a little deeper, twinging an unfamiliar lurch in your tummy. "t-to be honest, i've never used a plug before so it hurts a bit."

a young starlet improvising on a mistake, you lift the wand to your lips. pastel pink tongue peeking out to wet the tip as you blink innocently at the cam. "can i put this in the other hole to distract myself from the pain?"

gojo can feel his brain rotting down to the stems.

you settle against the cloudbank of pillows, bringing your laptop a little closer to finish setting up and check the time. "before i start, i want to remind everyone that i'll only take requests from the highest tipper tonight!"

cyberme chatted: whenever you're ready, baby. we're watching!

cyberme and 10 others tipped 20 hearts

tittystan (★ tip) tipped 50 hearts

"you guys are so sweet!" the sound of the tip bell and chat alerts fill the volume of your room, drowning out your voice. lewd requests and thirsty comments begin to chime in, begging for you to remove your bra, show your pussy, play with the plug in your ass.

you have these men wrapped around your little finger, even though their hearts will be cashed out for real coins at the end of the night.

tittystan (★ tip) chatted: play with those pretty tits for us pls

"is this okay?" your impatient thumb rubs over a clothed nipple, shivering at the touch. more tips fumble in and gojo can see you build the confidence you need to push your bralette down, tucking it under the curve of your breasts so they spill right out.

fuck... he can't help but imagine his large digits replacing yours, dragging the calloused pads of his thumbs over your nipples until you cry and his thirsty ass can drink up your tears.

satoru shifts, leaning back in his barcelona chair as he reaches down to press the heel of his palm to the swelling bulge of his cock at the same time you squeeze one of the fleshy globes into your hand, a soft whine whistling past your clenched teeth.

jacker82 (★ tip) tipped 250 hearts and chatted: fuck yourself on the dildo alr!

you nod at the comment, opening your legs a bit only to snap them shut a heartbeat later. "i-i'm sorry, i'm so nervous tonight!" your teeth chew against your bottom lip as encouraging comments ring in your chat, words of praises that urges you to go further.

posessiveness burns green through his veins at the comments from other men, but he knows how to take what he wants and right now, what he wants is your attention only on him.

honoredone89 chatted: don't be nervous. i'm with you.

honoredone89 chatted: go on and open up for me.

gojo doesn't miss the glow of arousal in your eyes as you read his comment, your heart beating faster than it ever has. honoredone89... you missed seeing his comments on your streams. he felt more like a collaborator, unafraid to poke, prod, tease. the way he talks shit at you leaves you soaked and whining each time, wondering who he is; crying into your pillow whenever he'd toss down five hundred to make you cum, then throw down another five to switch up and edge you at the last minute. want me to change my mind, angel? he'd chat out and you could almost taste his smirk.

you would be lying if you said that your little crush on this anonymous person had nothing to do with him reminding you of the white-haired fox you were instantly drawn to at the start of your apprenticeship. honoredone89 could very well be one of those creeps that records cam shows to reupload to shady porn sites or a catfish. after all, his profile picture is the lower half of a (really fucking gorgeous) mirror selfie. but considering that a man like the actual satoru wouldn't return your silly, growing affections, you're fine with cosplaying.

"o-okay, sorry," you obey him so easily, parting your knees, finally giving your fans a view of your pretty pussy in those crotchless panties. gojo should be ashamed, but he groans at the sight. you sigh as the cool air breezes over feverish skin, cooling the wetness clinging to your folds. it's why your fans love you so much— so wet during streams, no need for lube when your cute little pussy drools out the sweetest nectar no one has had the pleasure of tasting.

"look at you, sweet girl. you got any idea what you do to me?" you've barely shown anything and he feels like losing his fucking mind.

satoru should feel guilty for what he does next, but his conscious is crystal clear. mind blank and too fucking horny to think about propriety, he unbuttons his slacks. fishes his cock out to squeeze at the base, relieving some of the ache. his balls jump desperately as you slide the glass toy between your legs on the screen.

then his phone pings with a notif the moment you press the tip to your clit— a text from megumi dropping down, covering his view of the torturous circles you rub around the swelling nub. a swipe further down and you prod it against your entrance, panting out a low whine that knocks the wind out of gojo's chest, ears ringing.

"p-please let me put it inside!" you cry to the chat, noises so pretty. you'll sound even prettier when you're under him, squirming and pleading for him to fuck you until you live only for the feeling of his cock.

gojo's summer blue eyes scan over the message from megumi, ensuring his kids aren't in danger while he fucks himself off. he chokes off breathy groans so he can hear your moans, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb over the tip of his cock. muscles in his stomach twitching in pleasure as he nudges it inside the slit so clear, watery precum dribbles past his fingers to spill down the long length of his cock.

user20180407 chatted: fuck yourself already i'm so hard!

instead of gojo replying to an annoyed megumi complaining about having to go to a pachinko parlor (yuuji's idea, no doubt) with the others, he taps the tip button before he can stop himself.

honoredone89 (★ tip) tipped 1050 hearts

honoredone89 (★ tip)  chatted: just your fingers tonight, sweet girl.

"c-can i put them inside?" is your immediate answer.

honoredone89 (★ tip) chatted: nope, don't think i want you to do that.

the unhappy comments from your other viewers almost gives him more pleasure than the feeling of his palm rubbing out his cock in rough strokes.

"okay, thank you, sir," you tuck in with a soft smile. he knows you're thanking him for the fat wad of cash in your tip jar, not him snatching away your pleasure, but the sound of the honorific from your lips sends a zip of arousal straight down his spine. the way he fucks into his hand is messy now, dragging his hand up and down his dick. precum coating his fingers white, dripping onto his slacks. "thank you for letting me touch my clit."

he's your highest tipper and your pleasure is always in the hands of your tip jar. setting the toy aside with the hope he'll let you use it later, you open your legs until your knees touch the sheets, joints in your hips aching. reaching fingers to the opening in your panties. you're so soaked, pretty lace all darkened in spots. you spread your folds, circling your clit with two fingers.

"oooh, o-oh.. it's not enough, please let me-"

"hope y'r this greedy when i feed you my cock, princess, fuck. gonna... give you what you need soon, don't worry," he promises to empty air, sweating hard beneath his jacket with his hand tight around his cock. imagining that he's got you right here in his office, fucking up into your pussy as you struggle to bounce on him. on the phone, his speaker rings with your frustrated whines. your thighs tremble as you rub your clit too fast, making it sore.

a few attempt to match his price and tip him out, wanting control over your delicious pleasure; wanting you to use the dildo so they can imagine the little toy is their cocks. but unlike the cheap fucks swarming around your chat, the black metal of his bank card is limitless. there's no one that can stop him from blowing hot cash on an even hotter girl so he does. doubling your tips, tripling it down each time.

the sorcerer has plans that won't be ruined by old men escaping nagging wives and stressful jobs by twisting their dicks to the moans of pretty girls.

at the end of the night, he plans on adding another maraschino cherry to the top of his ice cream sundae.

but that all depends on you.

now when did he close his eyes? on his screen, gojo almost misses it. the prettiest sight.

"c-can i cum, sir?" you simper to your fans, to him. "fuck me. it.. it's right there. please say yes, please please!" circling the pad of your finger under the hood of your clit where you're most sensitive at, you slide a hand up your body to squeeze one of your breasts. a soft gasp pushing out to join the squish of your fingers rubbing through the wet between your thighs.

honoredone89 (★ tip) tipped 2000 hearts!

user20221030 chatted: this rich fuck is so annoying stop hogging!

gojo sounds like a maniac when he tosses his head and howls at the comment, unrestrained laughs choking off into a deep moan when he strokes down and squeezes the base of his cock. fighting off his orgasm for a torturous edge to himself.

honoredone89 (★ tip) chatted: since you can't hold it, go on and show everyone how pretty you are when you cum.

"yu-yes, sir!"

gojo wasn't lying. even the lagging connection to your stream can't dim the beauty you are when you reach your high. it burns a hole into his brain, tearing shivers down his spine as he watches the band snap as soon as you answer his comment. it's real, but you make it pretty, arching off the bed, thrashing, clamping your thighs together as you cum with strained whimpers.

reluctantly, he takes his wet cock and tucks himself away, hissing as the sensitive head presses against the zipper of his slacks.

"did you guys cum too?" you're asking shyly, ready to end your livestream. gojo cleans his hand on his blindfold with a snort at the viewers complimenting your show.

user203020 chatted: u need to block that rich dude. it's unfair. not coming back until u do

cyberme chatted: so hot, kitten. see you next time!

tittystan chatted: don't go babe i didn't get to cum yet :c

sitting up, you wrap your arms around your legs, chin resting atop your knees. your body still trembles with the aftershocks of your little orgasm, but you pull the laptop closer with a blissfully tired smile to answer questions, goodnight wishes, and thank your viewers for their support.

"thank you so much! if you have ideas for my next stream, leave a reply on twitter," you say distractedly, tapping on your laptop.

gojo's phone buzzes with a notification shortly after and he's not surprised that it's a message sent to his account on the cam site.

xoyoursweetenerxo ♡ : hi >< you were my highest tipper!!! do you have any requests for me?

is what the message reads and gojo wears a big smirk as the cards deal a lucky hand just for him. he cradles his phone in both hands as long fingers fly over the keyboard to reply.

no more time wasted after he's blown away hours, weeks, months on the chase for you.

honoredone89: you know what? i think i do!

honoredone89 is typing . . .

honoredone89: open your door for me.

404 error: this livestream has ended!

somehow, that leads to gojo satoru standing in the middle of your room at jujutsu tech.

you'd barely had time to fix your lingerie and clear the smudges of your lipstick before a familiar rap of knuckles was at your door— the same rhythm gojo knocks against your desk each morning to get your attention.

he looks out of place standing in the frills of your pink wonderland, led lights turning pure white hair the color of blush as he glances around at your bishoujo figurines, sanrio plushies, and special edition manga volumes.

"cute," he comments with an amused smile and points, your cheeks warming as you follow his line of vision to the sailor moon dildo sitting on your sheets, forgotten. "where's the other one?"

"h-how did you know..."

"still inside you, i take it?"

"h-how!" your reaction is adorable, different now that you're in front of him. fiddling with the ribbons of your robe, unable to watch his gemstone blue eyes darken to a deep pit of arousal when you nod.

with the feeling of a hare caught in a trap, you watch as he crosses the tiny space to stand in front of you. crowding you against the kitchenette with his imposing six foot three stature. though you want to shrink away, there is something about him that beckons you closer like the limitless, making you want to stay close to him and soak up more of his attention.

"ah, um- i bought these for you earlier today!" you blurt out to him in a hurried whisper, scrambling to reach for the decorated jar of lollipops you intended to gift to him tomorrow. "there's cream, melon, cotton candy, there's matcha too because i know you like-"

"you scared of me?" he wonders, but he accepts your distraction, plucking a cherry-flavored lollipop for himself, amused.

"no!"

he's very attractive without his blindfold, snowy peaks of hair sitting wild over his forehead. you watch as he unwraps the treat, tasting it for the first time like he's tasting you, his tongue working around it; swirling and licking it obscenely on purpose. waiting for that shift, the shameful press of your thighs even though you just had an orgasm. falling for it, you shyly avert your gaze and gojo fights down a smirk.

"there's no need to be nervous, you know," he soothes, hooking a finger under your chin. the deep croon of his voice curls down your spine, bubbling hot desire in your tummy. "i'm right here with you."

"i-i'm not nervous!" you say, wanting to reassure him that he is welcome even though a small voice tells you to run.

after all, haven't you heard the rumors about him?

compliment him in any busy ladies room and you'll summon rumors that gojo satoru picks cherries like a farmer. that gojo satoru fucks girls high in his penthouse, only to drop them low when he ushers them to the elevator hours later. that gojo satoru—

i don't believe it, and your naive schoolgirl crush on him bats those thoughts away.

"obviously a camgirl wouldn't be nervous, silly me," he nods, tone light and teasing. he tilts his head to the side as he reaches for you, thumb easing your silk robe apart. sensual as he pushes it off your shoulder, a shiver rolling down your spine. "did you mean what you said?"

"what do you mean?"

"in your stream," he hums, skimming up the curve of your neck. fingernails scraping lightly over your pulse, and his cock aches at the strangled sound you make. "when you begged me to touch you, fuck you. did you mean what you said, sweet girl?"

"the tipper... honoredone89..."

"was me, yes," he points to himself, smiling. it takes a little while for realization to dawn and he thinks you're too sweet. god, after he finishes breaking in your cunt, he wants to protect you from men like him for the rest of his life. only after, though. "expecting someone uglier?"

where you should feel mortification, you feel sticky and full of attraction for the older man in front of you. how many times did you fuck yourself on two fingers while watching couples on cam, imagining gojo was there and pressing your legs to your chest while he fucked the inexperience right out of you? how many times did you wish that snarky regular on your streams was actually him?

"g-gojo?" you call softly, peeking up at him through thick fans of lashes. twiddling your fingers together in a gesture so fucking cute, it makes his stomach churn. "can i ask you something?"

"hmm? go ahead."

"how many virgins have you fucked?"

"why? you wanna be my one and only?" he teases, a mocking grin set on his lips. "you're really a virgin... too sweet."

"i didn't say that! i.. it's the reason i started streaming. to learn more! it’s an experiment because i don't know how to make someone else feel good." you're babbling, the words rushing out too quickly as you fidget and grip the hem of your robe, looking down to avoid his eyes. "will you teach me?”

“if i teach you, don’t think i’ll go easy on you,” his grin is wicked before he reaches down to ruffle your hair, as if you’re a precious little gem to him. “it’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetness. it just means i’ll really have to put my back into it!”

putting his back into it means fucking you absolutely dumb, but you don't need to know that yet.

the way he looks at you is an awakening. with a little burst of confidence, you make your own decision; burying your fingers into the collar of his jacket, bringing him down for your first kiss. it's a little awkward with the stick of lollipop in his mouth and your inexperience, teeth and stiff lips until he takes the lead. his lips feel like clouds and you want them everywhere, want to kiss him forever. sink his soft groans into your skin, keep the taste of candy flavored spit on your tongue for the rest of your days as he licks into your mouth, coaxing feelings out of you you've never felt before; kissing you into dizziness.

"please," you pull away, eyes begging— he only needs to be told once.

he takes it in stride, smirking around the stick of lollipop. he draws his hand down, fingers sliding under your bralette to toy with the doughy skin of your breast, rolling a nipple between two pads until the bud pebbles under his touch.

then his path switches, traveling lower and you know exactly where his hand is going. heart fluttering wildly, you whine and nervously press closer to him, hiding your face against the front of his jacket.

but you weren't stopping him, you didn't want to. curiosity coaxes your desire for gojo satoru out of its shell. the entire reason you started exploring the world of porn and cam shows, frustration and curiosity. most women your age had bloomed and blossomed. they were experienced while you felt left behind. never been taken on a date, never been kissed, never been fucked.

a clean slate for the taking.

"i wonder why you're so pretty, hm? been torturing me for months, sweet thing," gojo nudges your feet apart, tongue pushing out the lollipop for one last suck, his lips star candy pink. making you want to kiss him again. "want to taste you instead."

"you mean..."

"don't worry, i'll take good care of you," he gently plucks your hands from his jacket, lowering his lithe body to the floor in a fluid motion. he props one of your thighs over his shoulder, shamelessly spreading your pussy open for him.

cheeks heated, the sight of gojo staring between your legs with a ravenous glint in his eye is too much. your hands fly over your eyes, but he's not having it; reaching up to snatch them down. "good girls keep their eyes open, don't they? how will you learn?"

he hasn't even touched you and yet, lust buzzes an ache between your hips that is driving you crazy.

"good girls deserve to know what it looks like, what it feels like to have me right here,” he continues and leans in to press a trail of kisses to your inner thigh. nips and marks along the fleshiest parts, chuckling at your quiet yips. he slides a thumb between your folds, splitting them to play with your clit. you feel like falling as he circles between your thighs, a gasp hiccupping at the base of your throat before you choke it off.

"g-gojo-"

he builds the anticipation. getting you used to the motion of something familiar before he opens your pussy for business— the sweetest dessert all for him before the main course. "so what do you think? gonna let me taste how sweet this pussy is, angel?"

"what if you don't like the taste?" you hesitate, hand slipping into the milky clouds of his hair. "i-i heard that happens."

"trying to keep it all to yourself?" he teases, eyes shining as he crooks a smile at you. he indulges you with another feathery kiss to your thigh, his hand on your hip, caressing the skin lightly. "there's no way i won't like the taste of you. not when i have this-"

before you know it, he presses something warm and sticky to your clit, replacing his finger. when you realize just what it is, you whimper loudly.

"oh, oh god. y-you're supposed to use your fingers-" you point out halfheartedly. gojo drags the sugary ball of the lollipop against your clit in tantalizing swirls, smearing the sticky cherry syrup across your pussy and mixing it with your own juices.

"i'll clean up after myself, sweet thing," he reassures, nose pressed to the soft curls at your mound, breathing in your heady scent before he tips his head forward to taste you. this is his favorite part- the possessive feeling in his chest once a virgin is on his tongue, knowing he's the first one to look up and see heaven above him. to hear your soft whimpers and feel the unsure tremble of your thighs.

"how does it feel? you like it?" he asks, kissing your clit with a gentle suck that tightens the muscles in your tummy. he licks against you with skill, tongue a warm wetness over your clit. the feeling gojo pulls from you is all new, butterflies between your hipbones as your cunt flutters around emptiness.

"i think i like it, sir. i-it's so-" you whine, the honorific a slip up. ashamed to talk filth to a man you're assigned to bring oversweetened coffee to every morning. it's so easy talking to the men behind your camera. they're blank faces that pay for a performance and to be soaked in the right words. in person, in front of the man who brings you alive, your tongue is tied up in the heat he licks into your throbbing pussy.

"sir, huh?" you can feel his grin spread along your lower lips, his chuckle vibrating against your skin. he stiffens his tongue for a harder lick, quick flits that bathes your clit in bubbly spit, burning pleasure into your nerves that drives you to tears.

gojo's fingers press bruises into your squishy thighs, locking you in his strong hold. he trails the syrupy sphere of the sucker down to your drooling little hole, nudging until he slowly works the candy up into your pussy at the same time he sucks your clit back into his mouth.

you choke out a wet sob, your hands pushing at his shoulders. squirming and trembling, plush walls clamping down around the hard ball of the lollipop with a wince as he fucks it in slow, his eyes focused on the way your walls slurps it inside.

nothing could have prepared you for gojo satoru fucking you with a piece of candy.

"bet your fans would love to see this," he muses, releasing your puffy clit with a shameful pop, a trail of spit and slick connecting you to the sorcerer's chin. "you can barely handle a piece of candy. look at this cute little pussy struggling to take it."

he can't hide his arousal when you taste this good, smacking and slurping like his last meal on earth is between your legs. you release a frustrated whine when he removes the candy, but he appeases you with his tongue— dragging the pink muscle down to curl it into your pussy, the squishy feeling of it making you squeak and grip the edge of the counter behind you.

gojo mumbles a deep groan, tastes so fucking sweet, curling his tongue in and out of you languidly, your squeaks tapering off into breathy pants. he's running out of patience, your noises shooting straight to his leaking cock, but he's determined not to rush. he wants to savor your first time. savor the sweet taste of sugar combined with the earthy flavor of you.

he has to make it good so you remember him after you inevitably come to your senses and make him leave before he breaks your heart.

his palm moves up and lands on your breast, squeezing too hard but you whine for the twinge of pain, placing your hands over his larger one. you hold him like a lifeline as he makes good on his promise of cleaning you all up— drinking down every little drop of candy coated slick until you run dry, until the wet slide against your folds is because of his spit.

"i-i'm-" the stretch of his tongue is so good, your eyelashes wet as you chase the sensation. second orgasm on the brink with his skilled mouth licking and suckling over sensitive nerves. you could end it there, cum on his tongue and let him tuck you into bed after, but you've had enough of not knowing what it feels like to be manhandled down onto a bed, kissed slow, and fucked open by his cock.

you want it to be him and no one else.

"you close?" he reels back, lapping at the entrance to your heat, a tease that makes you cry out. blues flit up to look at you, gaze soft and patient even though his desperation to be inside you has him fraying at the seams. when you nod at him, pushing your hips forward, begging, he grins. "didn't you already cum tonight? who taught you to be so greedy, hmm?"

"i-i'm s-"

"you think you can hold it for me? no, i know you can. hold it for me baby. don't cum."

"n-no, don't! wanna cum, please please- wanna cum so bad!" but he's not hearing it. he pinches your clit meanly until the twinge of pain clouds over your orgasm, laughing lightly as you drive your fist into his shoulder in frustration, a hit that doesn't hurt him one bit.

he pats your mound with a smile but before he stands to his full height, he ghosts his sticky lips over your ankle as he sets your foot to the floor, teeth grazing the anklet you're wearing. a tender kiss that has no business making your heart flutter like that when he's so mean.

"i'll make sure of it, but right now i need you to save it for me, pretty princess. i promise it'll be so much better if you cum around my cock." the sorcerer whispers his filth to your ear, leaving wet kisses along the shell. is it normal for your knees to be so weak? "ain't that what you wanted earlier? want something to fill your pussy up, don't you?"

you're so shivery that you hold onto gojo like your life depends on it. feeling wet and used between your legs already.

somehow, you know that gojo satoru is above what you're able to handle. he's a grown man with years of fucking under his belt and you're an apprentice parading as a camgirl who just had your first kiss. but really, it hardly matters when you want him in too many ways to care anymore.

"i want it, want it so bad, please!" you chant, prepared to get on your knees and beg for it while this otherworldly attractive man grins down at you. you feel like sobbing when he listens, circling his arms under your thighs to lift you effortlessly. legs cling to his waist as he walks the few paces it takes to reach your bed, splaying you out amongst the pillows.

"then i'll give it to you, sweet thing. but first, i think you'd be more comfortable in a familiar setting, hmm?"

he wants to film your first time.

it's filthy and you should refuse, but it's also exactly what you daydreamed of. all those nights honoredone89 watched your streams, you wished he was actually there. in front of the camera with you, back to his chest while he stretched you wide on three fingers and claimed you as his for all of your viewers to see.

you're too shy to actually let your fans watch you be fucked by someone else, but you let him hit record on your laptop, the pink camera at the edge of your bed recording a private show for your eyes only, but giving you the illusion of a livestream nonetheless. "don't pay attention to the camera until i tell you to, okay? eyes on me."

after a small nod from you, he makes quick work of his uniform. unbuttoning his jacket to reveal broad planes of smooth ivory skin. shoving his slacks down, no underwear like you expected so his dick springs out, slapping warmth against your thigh.

it's easy to forget you're being filmed when you’re too busy gaping at him undressing. washboard abs taper off into a carved adonis belt dusted with moonlight hair. and with the eyes of a curious virgin, your gaze peeks down to his cock and it makes your tastebuds water. a perfect balance of long and girthy, the smooth tip blushing pretty and pink.

"can i touch it?" your dewy lashes flutter as you reach forward, wanting to know what the weight feels like in your hand. wanting to brush your fingers over the blue veins, maybe even dip your head down to lap up the pearly precum drooling from the head.

"nuh-uh, but you can feel it," he sucks his teeth in reprimand, catching your hand and brushing an affectionate kiss across your fingertips. "alright, sweetheart. how do you want it?"

"i-i always imagined i'd be on my stomach," you whisper, wanting to sink into your covers after voicing such a thing. a combination of your favorite fantasy position and wanting to hide your face from the camera.

"as you wish."

he obliges, gripping your waist and rolling you over for him, front pressed flat into the pillowy mattress. though your hips are caged in by gojo's strong thighs, you wriggle your legs back and forth, cutely tapping his lower back with your toes.

"i-i hear it's better like this." you mumble into the pillow under your cheek, just to get rid of the silence in the air.

he only laughs at your small talk, kissing your shoulder with care. "oh, sweet girl. i'll show you how much better it is."

nerves flutter in your tummy at that, but you trust him more than anything— more than the women who warned you not to harbor a crush on him. he straddles your thighs, reaching into the pocket of his discarded slacks.

you hear the crinkling of a foil packet being ripped, all the air whistling from your lungs in a shaky breath as you twist around, embarrassed; catching him about to roll a condom over his cock. "w-wait-"

"cold feet?"

"no," god, no. "i- please, you don't have to wear one of those."

"yeah?" gojo snorts with a growing smile, but he shrugs and tosses the protection aside, caution to the wind and no further questions on it. blood rushes to his head quick now, dizzy as he draws your hips up a little until your ass bumps against his stomach. you're so easy to move, so cute and weak, like feathers under him.

his patience was lost long ago, but he's a team player. he gathers the seat of your ass against his palms, a soft peach that jiggles when he squeezes and kneads to the song of your whines, his eyes hypnotized by the jeweled plug. "you've had this in for so long, princess." he draws a long finger down the line of your ass, tugging at the plug gently to see your hole spread. the remnants of the lube you used makes it an easy slide as he pulls it out. tossing it to the sheets.

he coos when you squirm away from him with a soft cry, hurts satoru, and he fucking loves the sound of his given name on your tongue. his thumb rubs over the puckered entrance to soothe the soreness. it would be so easy to sink his finger in, cock up next, but he'll save that for another night. "sorry, princess, i know. i'm just making room. i don't think you're ready to take both yet.. let me make it up to you."

gojo keeps your cheeks spread, slotting his cock in the tight space between your plump thighs. he pushes the thick cockhead through your sopping folds. you can feel the milky pearls of precum smearing along your thighs and cunt with his thrusts, a wet slide right against your heat but it's not enough. "p-please-"

"f-fuck, sweetheart. how are you gonna fit me inside you? look at this."

he's mean for teasing a virgin so much, but he can't help himself. he glances up at the recording laptop; the cam feed showing him your face pressed into the pillows, writhing all over your pretty sheets. fuck, you look so good. he's used to breaking in the starstruck beauties who flock to him, but he plays favorites now— fearing that once he truly has you, you’ll never let go of his heart, his cock.

"i don't- oh god- i don't know, but i want to try, sir," you breathe out through your whines, the honorific only baiting him into getting your way, a true performer. "p-please let me try!"

"such a good girl, even when your fans aren't watching. if you want it, take it then. put it in for me," he almost pleads, wanting to see that you want this just as much and you fucking do. too teased out to feel the jitters fluttering in your heart. you reach behind you, hand fumbling to wrap around his girth. skin feverish after hearing his heavy intake of breath— oh, you did that to him. satoru ducks his head to grip your chin and kiss all over your face, heated presses of his lips reserved for a lover. a distraction for you both as you guide his cockhead to nudge at the entrance of your pretty virgin cunt—

your eyes mist over, crystalline tears clinging to your lashes; losing focus after his hips sink forward. hiding your face in the sheets again, you muffle the depraved whimpers you hiccup out as gojo's cock forces your walls to spread open just for him. white heat slicking your body with sweat as you squirm under him on the bed. he's so fucking long, and he chuckles when you slide a hand down to your stomach to make sure you can't feel him there, too. he feeds you his cock slow so you feel every inch of him, bullying a spot to sit right up against your womb.

"t-too big- oh m’ god, it's too big satoru!"

"you cryin' f' me, baby?" oh, he is aching. no room in the little space your pussy gives him. he struggles to breathe, hair sticking to his forehead as he fights for his composure. he wants to treat you tenderly, break you in the right way, but you're a hot brand around his cock, sucking him in so good it drives him wild.

"s-satoru-"

"you feel that? much better than your toys, isn't it?" he kneels, pinning one hand over your back to keep you in place. "you can take it, cutie. just ease up for me a little, i've got you."

you try to relax, eyes shut and sheets bitten into your mouth. you've never felt anything like it— the intrusion of his cock builds a pressure that none of your toys could've prepared you for. an overwhelmingly tight fit, you feel too full, in over your head. pussy staining his cock with frothy slick as he draws his hips back for an experimental thrust, an emptiness that makes you whine loudly for him to fill you up again.

"talk to me, tell me how it feels, angel."

"o-oh- i don't... i don't know-" you gasp, leaning up on your elbows, a sensual dip in your back, the way you've seen the girls on the nsfw accounts you follow pose. the webcam films your fucked out expression and you're too cock hungry to care about it now, watching it shamelessly on the screen of your laptop.

"can't talk?" gojo taunts, digging his nails into the skin of your ass as he levels his weight into his hips and fucks forward. heavy, deep snaps that furrows your brow cutely, determined as you try your best to take him like you imagine the experienced women who are used to the oppressive force of his cock do.

"want me to slow down?" he asks softly, a little worried. after all, it wouldn't be the first time his dick knocked someone out. but you shake your head rapidly and he cackles, pairing that insane sound with deeper thrusts, sharp hipbones rutting against the back of your ass as he bottoms out again— too deep.

"wan' see your face, please 'toru, please," you blubber into the sheets, but his keen hearing picks it up anyway. stopping is the hardest thing ever, but he pulls out; pushes you onto your back with a hiss.

"can't believe you wanna watch me break in this cute little pussy. what changed?" he goads, but he doesn't wait for your answer. "you know what to do."

shyly, you wriggle down the bed until your hips are flush against his, reaching between the sweaty shadow of your bodies to handle his damp cock again. the stretch is no easier to take the second time, but you know what it feels like. pining for the slight twinge, the hot burn as he spreads sweet fire through your nerves. the weight of his cock fucking your pussy open in slow, teasing thrusts that leaves you whining.

"don't go easy on me-"

satoru listens instantaneously, pounding you roughly as he nips and marks your sweaty skin as his, little love bites along your neck you'll have to cover in the morning. something he never does, but call him attached to you now. "that's all you needed, ain't it? you don't want those sick fucks watching you. just wanted me to make a mess of this pretty pussy."

"y-yes!" you cry against his shoulder and he buries his nose against the pulse point at your neck, inhaling sweet gulps of sex and perfume. a grunt kicks out of his chest as he leaves you, leaning back on his heels to fuck harder, your fingers flying to his forearms as he grips your waist, tugging you forward onto his cock to meet his thrusts.

you become a victim to his skilled fucking, to the harsh slap of his hips that a virgin has no business taking. thighs trembling up a storm, desperately trying to close as his cockhead drags along your gummy walls on the quick pull out, fucking your nerves to a red glow.

"you're so good for me, best girl. so good. keep these legs nice and spread for me so i can fuck this pussy the way she deserves."

neither of you pay attention to the blinking red light of your webcam, too lost in the throes of good fucking. satoru can't keep his eyes off of you as you wriggle desperately underneath him. you're a mess; lips swollen and slicked with spit from your lolling tongue, hair splayed out all over your sanrio pillows while you stare up at him through teary, lidded eyes with the most fucked out look of adoration for the man pounding you, he almost feels guilty.

"s'toru.. satoru- w-will i get to cum again? it feels so- but i can't-"

he loses his final thread of sanity at your little pants and whines of his name. "some girls need it right here, d... don't they, sweet girl?" he says, stuttering when your pussy clenches him in on a good stroke. slick squelches out of you, staining your favorite sheets in a gooey puddle. it's how he knows his cock is fucking you at the right angle, brushed up against that precious spot nestled along your walls. your back arches high off the sheets when he hits it, but a big palm at your belly presses you down, refusing to let you run.

"it feels better right here, too," he tells you, his hand shifting down. drawing sticky shapes of his initials under the hood of your sore, puffy clit— and you've touched yourself enough times to know what the feeling means. the pooling of sweet heat in your belly, the giddy waves of dopamine swirling in your nerves as a man throws you into your peak for the first time. "feel it yet? yeah you do. cum for me like a good fucking girl, make a mess of my cock like it's yours, pretty girl. give it to me."

you're sobbing for him, clinging to him as if he can protect you from the force of your own orgasm. tears welling up in your big eyes as the knot in your tummy bursts so suddenly and you cum, walls fluttering around satoru's cock so tight it pains him to thrust through it. no thought in your pretty mind except the relentless pressure he fucks out of your body. overstimulation sets in too quick and you push at his stomach frantically as your juices splash onto the sheets, wetting all over his hand and bathing down the white trail of hair on his stomach. "i-it's too much, wait-"

"fucking.. fuck, princess- let me go or ‘m gonna cum inside you.. you're sucking me in so tight. f-fuck!" he is only seconds behind you, remembering at the last minute to draw back on his heels and pull his cock out of your weeping pussy. you're still shaking in the aftermath of the best orgasm you've ever had but he’s pinching your puffy lips between his pointer and thumb. it only takes a few rubs of his cock through your swollen folds before he whines low in his throat, grunting and tossing his head back as he spills thick ropes of opaque cum all over your pretty crotchless panties and ruined pussy.

"o-oh.. there's so much of it-" you marvel and when he opens his eyes again on the come down, hips kicking weakly now, he sees you reaching down to run your fingers through the cum he left between your thighs, pinching his sticky seed between your fingers curiously.

you're going to be the fucking death of him.

"yeah, that happens," he chuckles with no breath in his lungs, no energy to tease you about it. he is too dignified to collapse on the bed with a softening dick, in need of a long ass nap, so he leans forward and pets the roots of your hair softly. "you need anything? besides a bath and your diary to give me raving reviews, of course.”

"i..." you start, sitting up and reaching for the closest thing that can cover you besides the stained sheets of your bed: gojo's uniform jacket. you drape it around your front, looking away to hide the vulnerability in your eyes. "can you stay until i fall asleep? you can leave after but.. i don't.."

don't be greedy, is what he would usually tell a woman asking him to sleepover after he's snatched her innocence up and fucked her into a limp. but with you, the sinking feeling in his chest, the months of pocketing your hidden smiles and shy flirtations to think about during his darkest hours, tells him only one thing: he wouldn't have left even if you asked him to.

"i'm not going anywhere."

gojo experiences a first tonight, too. for the first time ever, he doesn't run.

instead, he stays. cleans you up with a warm towel and eases you into clean underwear, though you insist on wearing his jacket as pajamas. he even helps you change your soaked sheets ( with insufferable comments asking if he can keep them. ) you don't know what it means when a man stays after being your first, but your heart feels too warm and a little bit in lo—

"what's that sound?"

you're about to tuck into bed, ready to snuggle in safe and sound with gojo watching over you when his voice speaks up. now that your post-orgasmic haze has cleared a little, you hear it too. the quiet chime of the tip and chat bells ringing wildly from your still open laptop.

the camera at the end of your bed blinking lipstick red from its perch on the tripod.

like.boobs.97 chatted: that bastard is so lucky.

"oh... oh, no!" you squeal, scrambling to shut the laptop down, face burning with mortification. you should have checked, you should have checked. you have to help satoru with his emails in the morning, why did you trust him to click the right button?

you've been streaming to your viewers on the cam site the entire time.

"whoops," is all gojo says, carefree and flippant as ever as he moves to stretch out across your bed like an oversized unbothered cat, drawing you against his body.

"so, you gonna introduce me as your new boyfriend or what?"

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MARRY? KILL? FUCK!

CHARACTER/S: Bonten

WARNINGS: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, threesome, a bit of slut shaming, bonten just being bonten, doggystyle, full nelson, protected sex (use of pills), creampie, just a lot of filth :p, sanzu's a bit of an asshole, strip game, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

NOTE: hi! here is the third fic for the collection :) took a lot of time bc uni and life got too hectic huhu anyway, i hope you enjoy it! (⁠ノ⁠^⁠_⁠^⁠)♪

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SYNOPSIS: Another slow day at work meant more shenanigans to occur. Haruchiyo Sanzu was adamant to cause trouble and to have you bent over the desk for everyone to see.

WC: 1k

The chances of being shot in the head by Bonten’s notorious pink-haired assailant had a much lower probability of happening than the wine bottle never landing on you. The whole ordeal wouldn't have been daunting if it were a normal truth-or-dare game. But of course, the rest of Bonten’s higher-ups were bored out of their minds and suggested a little twist in the game. It was either you picked truth or dare and did them… Or avoid it and strip. Lips in a grim line, you ignored the drunken hollers by the Haitani brothers as you unbuttoned your blouse. There was no way in hell you would admit that you slept with Takeomi in Mikey’s office due to a bet you made with Rindou.

No way in hell.

Curse these bastards for inviting you, their ever-lovely secretary, to this stupid game when you could've gone home early since Mikey wasn't around. When the big cat wasn't around to intimidate, every rotten mouse was up to play. And play, they did. Sanzu was even more adamant about making you answer the most difficult questions because it was fun to torment you especially now that you were only clad in your stockings, pencil skirt, underwear, and bra.

“Seriously, this game must be rigged!” You sat back down, brows furrowed and unaware of the lingering gazes on your supple breasts covered by a lace bra. “Most of you guys haven't even stripped much. Why am I getting the craziest dares and questions, huh?”

This was definitely to teach you a lesson not to get ahead with yourself thinking you can best these men in a game. As much as you knew their dirty secrets within the organization, they too, knew yours. What made them annoyingly frustrating to deal with was how they utilized it to bring you to your knees.

“Alright then,” Rindou rubbed his hands as if he has foreseen the future when the bottle pointed at you and him. Fighting back the urge to slap yourself for joining this stupid game, you listened as he gave you the options. “Truth or dare, princess. What do you choose?”

To use your answers against you was what Sanzu Haruchiyo and Haitani Rindou were begrudgingly good at. This tactic had you stripping your pencil skirt when you refused to answer the question Rindou gave you and the dare option was as equally brazen. Perhaps after a few more rounds, you were sure you would exit the building all nude. However, just as you were about to spill your woes, the pink-haired man got up and instantly pulled you from your seat without breaking a sweat. The next thing you know, you were bent over Mikey’s desk. Eyes wide, you blinked twice.

“W-what the—”

“Why won’t you answer the simple question, sweetheart? We’re not gonna kill ‘ya if your pussy decides it likes me better than Ran.”

“Sanzu, you dick, I heard that!”

The scars on either side of his lips stretched as he grinned down at your vulnerable form, his hard-on pressed against your ass that was too difficult to ignore. Wishing for it to go away would be stupid to do as well.

“I mean, aren’t you curious boys? A simple question as to who she wants to kill, marry or fuck isn’t something that’ll cause us to slit each other's throats. A slut like her should be shared by us.” Pulling back, Sanzu stepped aside for everyone to see your ass still clad in your panties. But not for long as he hooked his finger and pulled down the lacy thong, tongue tucked between his lips as he did so.

Such an obedient thing you were, spouting for him to stop yet doing nothing to make him halt in his actions. A few of the men swallowed hard at the sight of your bare ass and damp pussy lips, aching to fill your holes.

“Gonna ask you one last time, sweetheart. Be a dear and answer Rin’s question. He thought long and hard about it, you see.” Ignoring the huff the younger Haitani made, Sanzu smirked. “Fuck, marry, kill? Unless of course, you’re such a big slut that you want to fuck us all?”

The safest answer you took was what led you to be on all fours, Ran’s cock in your mouth and Sanzu thrusting his from behind. Rindou’s thick fingers were busy toying with your nipples as Kakucho rubbed himself to the sinful scene in front of him. Milky semen coated your back, belonging to the brothers and Kakucho after being coaxed by Sanzu to see who has the thickest load that will definitely knock you up. You ignored their silly banter, trusting the pill you religiously took. The air conditioner in Mikey’s office was either broken or was blowing cold air quite poorly due to how hot your flesh felt against their cool skin. The sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed around, driving you all insane. Your eyes rolled back at Sanzu’s long cock hitting that favorite spot of yours.

They continued to switch positions, adamant for everyone to have at least a turn inside your cum-filled pussy. You felt your lower stomach bloat up at how much semen was inside. The game and wine bottle were forgotten, replaced with a much more engaging game where nobody loses. This was what you’ve always wanted, a secret you’ve kept to yourself. And now that it was happening, perhaps the teasing at the strip game earlier was worth going through.

“Too bad Takeomi and Mikey are missing out on this cunt.”

“Nah, the old man would probably complain about his back and Mikey’s not interested whenever we’re around.”

“Hey, Kaku, she’s blacking out. Wake her up.”

Kakucho hoisting you up and doing the standing full nelson position wasn’t something you anticipated. Everyone was amazed at how much of their cum spilled out when he thrust his thick cock inside your weeping pussy, your teeth gritted at the tight fit. He has always been the biggest of them, rendering you a bit dizzy as he pistoned his hips. Not minding your fucked up state, Sanzu bent down to be on eye level with you, a grin on his pretty face.

“What do you say after we grant your wish, sweetheart?”

“T-thank, a-ah, hu…♡”

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Childe x Zhongli - POLYAMOROUS HCS vol 2

This is the second part of my POLYAMOROUS Childe / Zhongli / FEM reader HCS. It’s a shameless smut and lots of fluff. Be warned.

LINK TO THE FIRST PART

WARNING: NSFW, GAY CONTENT, FEM READER / ZHONGLI / CHILDE POLYAMOROUS RELATIONSHIP

„I-I don’t understand.”

Your fearful eyes leap between two men dining with you at the high-end Liyuean restaurant. Despite doing your utmost to breathe steadily through your nose, the air catches in your throat when Childe slides his right hand across the table with a very familiar-looking cloth bag crumpled in his fist. The ocean blue pupils squint at you, making your insides swirl as if you were spinning on a merry-go-round. You latch on to the chair, fidgety. The ginger’s searing gaze turns the cosy, dimly-lit room into a cage.

„What is it that you don’t understand, Doll, huh?”

Precious minutes pass in silence, and you find yourself wishing you had some superpowers that would allow you to vanish off the face of the earth. Childe doesn’t budge. Just waits and waits, exuding the aura of rapidly thinning patience. Even Mr Zhongli appears extra tense, tapping the graceful fingers on the silky tablecloth. He looks through you with his dragon eyes, narrowing into twinkling crescents.

„I, erm, I’m not sure what you’re implying here, Childe b-bu—,”

You wanted to test the waters, but it was exactly what the ginger had been pining after.

„Implying?”

Childe snickers, dramatically gesturing towards the brunet to check if he also heard that nonsense. Zhongli replies, arching his perfect eyebrow.

„I’m not implying anything, Girlie.”

He moves his chair closer to you, tucking the lone strand of hair behind your ear. Your whole body shivers and shakes as if you were coming down with a nasty cold.

„I’m merely informing you, Sweetheart, that I know you watched how we fucked in the office.”

You stare at him with your eyes wide open, unable to shut under the weight of Childe’s wry, almost sadistic smile.

„No!”

It’s like you are cornered, collapsing into yourself with humiliation. Cheeks burn badly as if branded with a hot iron, but these are only the ginger’s prying fingers, sinking to your chin. He grasps it firmly, guides your face to focus back on his.

„Yes.”

He says softly, too meekly to resemble the intense man you know. He presses on towards you. His knees bump into yours underneath the table. Shit, he is so close.

„No, n-no—,”

You shake your head, shiver after shiver shrinking back into the chair.

„Oh, yes, Doll. Yes, you did.”

The ginger torments, turning nastier with each weak sound of protest breaking free from your quivering lips. You look delicious to him like that, down from your curling toes to the welling with timid tears eyes.

„And you know what? I saw how you finger-fucked yourself till your legs couldn’t carry you anymore. I saw how you were trembling, covering those pretty lips to muffle your moans.”

He stops for a moment to take a long, ragged breath. The restless fingers wander lower, finding purchase around your neck. He doesn’t press hard, just lets them rest there, protectively swathing your neck like a scarf. You feel his pulse thundering against the veins of his wrist. The hustle and bustle of the restaurant is now muted, body plunging into the bottomless pit of Childe’s warped, kinky accusations. The heat rises under your skin. You part your lips to retaliate, defend yourself somehow, but a pitiful gasp makes it out of your tight throat once your eyes land on Mr Zhongli’s darkened features.

„Oh?”

Childe notices how you shift your focus to the observant, stoic brunet. Only this time, Mr Zhongli’s tie is loosened, inappropriately divulging the patch of jade-white, unblemished skin. That’s so uncomely for the always mellow and collected older man. To see him reveal his skin in public? Most shocking. Archons above, are you lusting over the old man’s snippet of bare skin? 

„Don’t worry, Doll. Your beloved Mr Zhongli saw it too.”

He tilts his head, going for your sensitive ear.

„Together with me, he thoroughly enjoyed watching the footage from the security cameras.”

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