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Heyy can I request 57 and 63 for Mori Ogai smut? For your event ofc💓
SHAMELESS - MORI OUGAI X READER
Warnings : dubcon (reader is coerced into it, but they secretly want it), Mori is a perverted underwear thief, unprotected sex, no prep, some objectification and degradation, belly-bulge, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : smut born from hell
Word count : 0.8K words
Additional notes : I hope you like this one, nonnie! It’s very… different than anything I’ve ever written, but hopefully still somewhat enjoyable🫣
Prompts : “I knew you were secretly a pervert, but this…!” “You say that, but all I hear is ‘more, more, more.’”
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“Oh my fucking God,” they choked out from the doorway, a horrified expression on their face as they looked at their boss where he lounged in front of them.
Sprawled all over the bed, it didn’t seem that the interruption bothered him in the least. There he was, amidst their rumpled sheets and looking perfectly at home intruding on their bedroom, a smirk on his curved lips and his long hair splayed out on their pillow.
But perhaps most alarming of all, was the fact that he’d pulled his hard cock out of his pants, and wrapped a fistful of their underwear around his leaking tip. If they looked closer, they’d notice that he’d already stained the fabric with his cum.
“Cat got your tongue?” His voice came out a little breathy, no doubt from the exertion of his… activities.
Their face was a bright red, feeling more embarrassed than the culprit himself was, apparently. “I’d worn those! They’re used!”
“That’s the whole point, my dear,” Mori chuckled, sitting up enough to look at them with his hungry eyes. “All the better to pretend I’m fucking you through them. And they smell… divine, I must say.”
They started feeling a little dizzy. “I knew you were secretly a pervert, but this…!”
“Is exactly what you’d like me to do to you, isn’t it?” He began to stroke his cock up and down once again, the slick sounds almost pornographic, as were his groans of pleasure. Even through his haze of lust, he managed to meet their eyes with a challenging look. “You want me to fuck you full with my cock, don’t you?”
“N-no, I—“
“Come, now,” he huffed out with a mirthless laugh, fucking their underwear in his fist. “You expect me to believe that when your own feet dragged you over here?”
Indeed, they’d walked over to the bed without even noticing it. It was almost like they were in a trance; unable to look away from his weeping, flushed tip, or the underwear stained with the pearlescent sheen of his previous release. Something about the sight knocked the wind out of them, and they hated every bit of it.
Now close enough for it, Mori used his other arm to drag them down onto the mattress beside him. “Take the one you’re wearing off right now,” he ordered. His smirk was anything but pleasant, but something about him right now demanded that they do just as he asks them to.
“Why?”
“I will either fuck you through it, or fuck myself with it. Which will it be?” he snapped at them, impatiently.
Under his lecherous stare, they could only reach out with wobbly arms and try to take off their pants. It seemed that they’d take too long, however, because no sooner had they stripped them off did he grab them by the hips.
“W-wait,” they cried out, as he unceremoniously shoved their underwear out of the way enough for him to slip his cock in the space created. “Sir, please, slow down!”
Mori shook his head, nudging his cockhead at them and wetting their entrance with his own mix of arousal and release, and watching as their eyes screwed up with a mix of sudden pleasure and worry. He paid their words no heed, as he could see just how much they’d wanted this from the way they pushed back onto his cock, as if begging him to do it faster.
And so he obliged them, and his own carnal desires. With one move, he’d shoved his cock inside them all at once, filling them to the brim and causing them to cry out his name, sobbing curses into his neck as they fell ontop of him. Clicking his tongue, he listened as they tried to formulate pathetic words of protest.
“F-fuck, I can’t… oh God! H-hurts,” they sniffled, digging their nails into his shoulders as he immediately began to pound into them, without so much as a care as to how they whimpered and their body jerked with every rough thrust. “I can’t take it… mmm, fuck!”
“You say that, but all I hear is ‘more, more, more,’” he chuckled, “You’re squeezing me like you never want me to pull out. And you expect me to believe you can’t take it?” His grip on their hips was merciless, and sure to leave a bruise by the morning.
Their insides felt like they were being molded to fit his cock; to be his perfect little fucktoy. His brutal pace was dragging the most pathetic whines and cries of protest out of them. He looked away from their tear-stained face, his dark eyes flitting between the sight of their belly bulging with each thrust, and where their drooling hole kept sucking his cock back inside them.
“You like it so much, and it’s killing you,” he laughed at the realization, something akin to wicked delight in his voice as his hips snapped up to meet their wobbly humps on his cock, “You want me to fuck you stupid, and you hate it.” All light vanished from his eyes, and he looked almost cruel as he met their gaze. “Good. I like my playthings messy.”
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Stepdad Mori Ougai(bsd) x fem stepdaughter reader? Reader burst into meeting room by accident that port mafia members had and she than got punished by mori (smut)
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26. 02. 2024 stepdaughter!reader — stepcest, dub-con?, age gap ( obvi ), nicknames : "papa" + "baby" + "good girl" + "little girl," exhibitionism, praise, mention of death, mentioned — mori's large influence over r!, implied — safeword, p in v, spanking, pussy slapping. "b4 u talk, no, i don't support hiz actions. but i got daddie issues 'n he's my papa 4 da moment. (yall should tots read ma story on ao3). i need more dark content asks. 'niewho, ty 4 da ask!" the artist says, "made da mum di cuz i hate cheating. if u wan mi 2 change sumthin like da nicknames jus' tell me!"
To no one's surprise, your mother's first marriage didn't last as long as ideal marriages, a.k.a, the marriage you were born out of.
They were both young, no where ready for marriage, the responsibilities that come, and the baby your mother discovered some random night after one too many signs of pregnancy. You couldn't really say that your parents were best, nor were they the worst. They weren't evil people, just premature ones.
You can't call them deadbeats nor active, but one thing you can say, is that your father left first.
It took quite a while for your mother to get into a stable groove for you both, you helping as much as possible so the two of you could at least sleep under a roof of your own. Your mother was gloomy and depressed, you feared she'd collapse one day and leave you alone, until there was a beaming smile on her face.
The cause was a man. A handsome, older, and sophisticated man at that. One interested in her for some strange reason.
Logically, you thought it to be untrue. A rich and hot guy coming to turn around your lives? Impossible! That is, until you find yourself standing in the doorway of his expensive and private villa for a summer vacation, a sparkling ring on your mother's finger.
He's a sweetheart in your experience. Being a standard gentleman: opening doors, paying for items, hand kisses, and sweet words. Though, there's something about him that always threw you off. Ever since you moved in with him when you were 16, and your mother, some age.
Perhaps it was the way he'd subtly suggest things to you and your mother. Like your clothing. Black and Green just so happened to be your color. Then a soft sentence came from his lips during a shopping spree, "Mm, darling, I think you'd look great in pink! Try that one!"
He'd suggest and buy, whispering how cute you were wearing the clothes he bought you. He'd specifically point out things that were extremely girly; ruffles and short skirts galore.
Hed comment how "positively adorable" you looked in that shirt skirt, meant to catch the guys at your school. It often threw you off how many frilly things he bought you, almost everything has ruffles. Then he bought an assortment of bows and headbands. The clothing he suggested you wear reminded you of that of a child, it struck you as odd—though, it didn't seem too big of deal. Hence, you ignored it, and listened. Partially because the clothes did look good on you, and because you started to feel like you wanted his attention on you.
Perhaps it's the healthy need for attention, or maybe it's because he's hot of daddy issues.
It wasn't beyond Mori's notice. He could you longed for his attention, he thought it was cute. Especially the way you snuggled under him during movie nights, or hung tightly on his arm when going about.
And to him and observers, it seemed that those actions increased after your mother's death. It was sudden and confusing. The cause of death being ruled "natural causes," though there was nothing wrong with her (to your knowledge).
Mori didn't seem to be as upset as you thought he would be, though you assumed there was a difference in coping. And soon, just like he did your mother, he spoiled you to no extent. He'd often send you and Elise to shop together with a budget far too high for a "child" and an irresponsible 19-year-old.
He sighed when he saw the receipt, though it was no one's fault but his. You were practically 20, and still spoiled by him. "You are quite lucky I love you, little girl," Mori playfully glares at you as rock back and forth on your heels.
"Mhm! Thank you, Papa!" You hum, pressing a kiss to his cheek, and run off with Elise to out on the outfits you bought.
Just like you skipped away then, you really hope he'll let you skip off this time.
Perhaps it was because of his attitude towards you that you thought you were invincible to his wrath, Mori ponders. His eyes locked on your nervous frame standing at the doorway of the two large doors. Your happy-go-lucky attitude stripped from you in a matter of seconds.
It seemed that you have forgotten he has a meeting this evening.
Without a knock, you burst into the dark meeting room where all of the Port Mafia executives were. You were aware that Mori did something illegal for work even if he constantly made sure you were seperated from that world; however, that didn't stop the surprise you held when weapons were quickly pointed towards you.
The two ginger adults stood, the man with a dark aura surrounding him, the woman with a gift in the shape of a demon woman, a sword in its hand.
"Kōyō, Chūya, you may relax, along with the rest of you," Mori speaks calmly, "This forgetful girl would be my stepdaughter. There will be no animosity towards her."
"Yes, sir," they spoke as Kōyō and Chūya sat down. There was silence in the room, not a sound being heard.
"Papa—" You attempt to speak before he holds a finger to his lips, signaling you to be quiet. You stand timidly in the doorway.
There were only certain situations that you are involved in where his expression is hard to read. He always made sure you could understand him through his expressions. And when you couldn't, that was when you got scared. You gulp, as his eyes harden.
He's thinking of something, probably a punishment, you muse.
Mori hums, making a motion for you to come to him with his finger. "Close the door and come here," you flinch at his tone of voice, but you obediently obey, cringing at the eyes on your back as you stand in front of their boss.
Mori's silent as he looks up at you, only making your nerves worse.
"I told you I had a meeting today," he speaks, "Forget?"
You avoid his gaze at all costs, pursing your lips as you nod. "Yes, sir," you whisper. Mori hums at your words. He snaps his fingers, "Look at me."
Your eyes flicker to his, worry embedded in your expression. "What did I tell you about bursting in like that?" He notices you start to play with your fingers, electing to ignore it. "To knock," you mumble, eyes falling.
"Look, at me," he says sternly, "Speak up."
A whimper leaves your lips at his tone. "To knock," you speak louder. Mori hums, "Did you knock?" You shake your head, "No."
"Mhm," he hums, "Do you know what that means?" The executives lock worried eyes at the display. "Yes," you nod. "Yes, what?" Mori questions. "Yes, papa," you whimper. The man hums, his hands slide up the back of your thighs.
How cute, he thought, conviently wearing a skirt before you get punished. "Pull off your panties," he orders, smiling softly as you obey. "Sir—" one of the executives tries to speak, though he wasn't paying attention to which one it was. "Silence," he interrupts in a whisper, gladly grabbing the panties you just took off.
"Over my leg."
You carefully lay your torso over his thighs, one of your hands gripping his pant leg before he's even done anything. "You know the deal, count. If you mess up, I start over, yes?"
A premature sniff leaves your lips, "Yes, papa."
His hand runs along the underside of your thigh, cupping the flesh of your ass as he pushes your skirt up. A hum leaves his lips when he runs his thumb along the slit of your vulva, "Hmm. Wet already?"
Without warning his hand lifts and strikes the bare skin of your ass. You whimper, body jolting at the action. "O-One," you whisper. His hand smooths along the irritated flesh. "Good," he whispers. You can feel your eyes already swelling with tears from the sting. Shutting your eyes, you desperately hope there's only 10 spanks this time.
You attempt horribly to think about anything other than the many people watching Mori discipline you. There's another harsh smack to your unhurt cheek, throwing you out of your thoughts.
A mix of a howl and a whimper leave your lips out of surprise. "Two!" You whine.
"Good girl," he coos, soothing rubbing his hands on the sore skin. As his thumbs spread your ass he can see the glossy look of slick entangled in the small hairs around your folds. A happy hum leaves his lips before he lands a harsh slap onto your ass, ending your short reprieve. You sniff, tears now spilling from your eyes. "Three," you whisper, a crack in your voice.
His harsh slaps continue, your pathetic voice whispering numbers becoming his favorite sound. "E-Eight," you stutter and moan.
Mori hums, smiling at your sticky eyelashes, the black mascara running down your cheeks. "Oh, shh. No more crying," he whispers as your feel the tips of his fingers ghost along your pussy, "If you had been a good girl, this wouldn't have happened."
"'m sowy, papa," you whine, sniffling on his lap. The man chuckles, "Oh I know you are." He hums, softly rubbing your skin. "Despite my distaste of you getting off to your punishment like a whore...Because you've taken your punishment so well, you get two more. Make sure to count correctly, little girl."
You feverishly nod, a string of 'mhm!'s leaving your lips. You take a deep shaky breath to prepare for the last two strikes, unaware of the growing stiff tension in the room.
The mental preparation for the last two strikes didn't serve any benefits as his hand had moved. Instead of the already sore skin he'd assaulted, the palm of his hand dips between your thighs, landing harsh smack to your pussy. A loud and strangled moan leaves your lips, though to the (unfortunate) observers it sounded more attuned to a scream. "Papa!" You whip your head to look at him wide-eyed in shock.
"What's the number?" He asks, ignoring the expression he knows serves as a question for him to answer. "P-Pa—" he interrupts your words, firmly speaking again, "The number."
You sniff, and lay back on his thighs, "Nine," you whimper. Mori chuckles, "Good." His hands separate your plush thighs that are squeezed together. His eyes take in the twitch of your clit when he spreads your folds, his tongue swipes along his bottom lip as he hears the disgusting and loud squelch paired with the sight of the bubbly, clear liquid spilling from your cunt, and his thumb rubs against the entrance of your vagina, teasing it. "What a cute little thing," he comments, spreading the strings of slick along the curled pubic hair.
When his hand lifts from your skin, you brace yourself for the incoming pain. Your fingers grip his pant leg harshly, teeth clenched around the fabric of his pants aswell; the material stuffed in your mouth, your drool burying itself in the fabric, creating a darker-colored patch.
One of his hands glides down your plump ass, fingers stationing themselves at your folds. Your eyes widen when you realize what's to come, the fabric falling from you mouth to create a desperate plea of "wait!" that was too late as his palm slams down against the bundle of nerves.
A loud and pathetic moan leaves your lips. Mori watches with a smile at your expression; eyes rolled back, toes curled, with your lower half twitching, release coming over you quickly from the stimulation.
Little huffs leave your lips as you cum, feeling his hand delicately rest against the sensitive and puffy area as if he were to collect your release upon his hand.
You soon come down from your high, though your thighs still twitch from your sudden orgasm. Despite the atmosphere, relief washes over you, knowing your punishment was over and he'd hopefully let you leave, though not without embarrassment and shame. You rest your cheek against his thigh, drooling onto the fabric of his pants.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Mori tuts, sending alarms off in your head. "Did I tell you, you could cum?" Your eyes widen and you lift your head. "And you've ruined my pants. And thought you were finally being good," he shakes his head, "I suppose I'll have to dish out another punishment, hm?" He watches you practically wip your head towards him. His eyebrows raise in amusement as your glossy, wide eyes look up him in a silent plea for a break, to not suffer humiliation any further. There's silence as he looks at your face, seemingly contemplating whether or not he should. There's hope in your chest that he'll let it be until later, though it seems you have terrible luck. Your face drops when laughs at your expression.
"Stand up, sweetheart," he whispers. He clicks in tongue, a "sympathetic" whisper of 'Awww' leaves his lips as he sees your bottom lip tremble.
You stand up like he orders, pressing your thighs together as if it would hide the mess you've made of yourself. Mori remains seated in his chair, though he makes a circle motion with his index finger, signaling you should turn around.
A shaky breath leaves your lips as you turn around, clamping your eyes shut as not to see the looks of his executives. You suck in a breath when you hear him rise from his seat. You feel him press against you, then his hand lightly pushes your head down on the desk. Your teeth catch onto your bottom lip as your feel the stiffness of his crotch against your bare skin. "Breathe, baby," he coos, a light chuckle in his voice as separates your ass, smiling at the glistening of your pussy.
His thumb glides down the slit, "Oh, you look so cute."
A whimper leaves your lips as his index finger teases your entrance before pushing in. "You should be ashamed at how wet you are," he tuts, easily slipping in a second finger. His free hand his planted firmly against the back of your neck. His eyes remain trapped on the way his fingers pump in an out of you.
Your lips fall open as you feel a second orgasm coming, though that feeling stops when he retracts his fingers.
A sharp huff leaves your lips, clearly upset at the constant teasing Mori's doing. His chuckle reverberates throughout the silent yet tense meeting room. "This is why you're in trouble. Your lack of patience," he hums, the feeling of his tip between your folds appears.
Mori grunts when he pushes inside of you. His eyes flutter and his breath stutters at the feeling of you. His violet eyes watch how your eyes close when he pushes in. A thoughtful hum leaves his lips as his hips move in a slow pace to get you used to him. He loves you, even if this was a punishment, he'd never hurt his sweet girl. There's a snap of his fingers next to your ear. "Up, up," he says with a bright smile. "You interrupted their meeting. Look at them, apologize."
Your eyes widen at his words. He coos at the temble of your bottom lip. You sit up and turn your head towards the rest of the table. "I-I'm," you shakily start, eyes flicking anywhere, but the prying eyes of the executives.
And somehow, Mori was able to tell you weren't actually looking.
His hand curls it's fingers into your hair. He directs your head to face the boy ginger, Chūya. "Look at him, apologize."
Chūya gulps, tensing at the sudden attention. He attempts ( horribly ), to ignore the straining against his pants. Sweat rolls down his temple, nails digging sharply into his pants. Your expression only seemed to make his state worse. Mori's pace had increased, the loud and lewd slapping of skin echoed throughout the room. Your face was sinful. Eyes unfocused—almost crossed, tongue lolled, and drool leaking onto the pristine table. "S-Sorry," you whine, though you clearly don't mean it.
Mori yanks onto your hair, the burn of the pull only adding onto the pleasure. "Say it like you mean it. You know his name."
Mori smiles at your pathetic whine. "'M—I'm sorry, Chūya! 'm sorry I ruined your meeting!" You hiccup; Chūya almost cums right there, and that bastard of a boss he has can tell immediately. It's wrong, but he almost creams at the way you say his name, damn that bastard.
"That's my good girl," Mori coos, "One more time. Tell all of them you're sorry."
You feel his hand press against your back, forcing a deeper arch, which only makes his cock feel deeper. "aw, fuck! 'm sorry for— for— for ruining your meeting," you sob as force words from your lips as your glossy eyes looks around the table at the stiff figures of the executives.
"Uh, uh, uh," you whine at each thrust, mumbling "sorry, sorry, sorry," whiner and whiner each time his tip rams into into your g-spot. Your neck feels weak as your head falls onto the table. "Good job," he coos, "That's my girl." The loud squelching of your cunt is music to his ears, the warmth of your walls squeezing around him has his eyes fluttering, a pleased smile appears on his face as you absent-mindedly rock back in time with his thrusts. "That's it, baby. Your doing such a good job," he praises, only making you squeeze harder around his length.
He hisses at how tight you feel, the stimulation driving him to an orgasm. "Papa!" You whine, "Papa!"
"Yes, sweetheart," he whispers, "You can cum. Go ahead."
His words were enough to push you to the edge as your pussy spasms around his cock. A creamy white ring forms at the base of his length as he continues his thrusts, though they get sloppy before they stop completely; his tip nuzzling deep inside of you as he cums.
A satisfied sigh leaves when he pulls out, a light chuckle filling the air as he watches your hips twitch as you come down from your high.
Mori's hands massage your sore ass and his lips kiss the back of your neck. "Mm, you did so good," he whispers. He tucks his softening erection back into his pants before he carefully scoops you up and into his arms. The room is tense, soft grunts coming from some of people in the room, cheeks red with embarrassment and arousal, yet not a word is said from any of the executives.
"Well—! That was a productive meeting, of course we have other things to discuss, but that will have to wait," Mori breaks the silence in the air with a cheerful tone, "Let's finish this next week, yes?"
The others in the room stiffly nod, mumbling, "Yes, sir."
Mori smiles, "Good." With you in his arms he walks out of the meeting room and to his own chambers. "Let's clean you up, hm? I'll even give you a reward for taking your punishment so well. Is that good enough to cheer you up?" He whispers, wiping stray tears from your cheeks.
Both satisfied and embarrassed, you nod agaisnt his shoulder. "Yes," you huff, taking on a bratty tone.
Mori chuckles, "Very well."
FINALLY FINISHED THIS OML, IT TOOK 4EVER. again, don't condone his actions, dis iz fiction.
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i wanted to request mori smut, i dont really have anything particular in mind but maybe sub mori? maybe not completely sub but mori worshipping reader and eating them out maybe <3 and i can wait, i hope me requesting doesnt put much pressure on you since you already have other wips :(
Hello dear! Of course you can and I hope you like this and enjoy it! :) <3 Since you only mentioned oral I assumed that's all you wanted, I didn't want to add anything else so I don't make you uncomfortable or twist your request :)
PS. I don't want anyone to think that me writing about Mori means I condone his actions or justify and excuse them, if you dislike fics about him please scroll or ignore, thank you :) this is not a dark content setting so please don't treat it as such :) <3
CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, reader being a tease, pet names, switch!Mori but more on the submissive side when it gets ykyk, slight dry humping, gentle ear licking/biting, oral!fem receiving, vaginal fingering, worshiping, thigh biting, mattress humping (Mori), praise, Mori is OOC lol, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)
I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)
Let me make it up to you || Mori Ougai x Reader
It was early in the morning when you woke up next to Mori. Two of you woke up at a fairly similar time, saying your sleepy greetings and you turned your head around, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. Your morning started by being silent and lazy. That was until Mori pulled you closer to him, arm softly wrapping around your waist. You could feel his bulge raising and pulsating as he started shamelessly rubbing his needy, hard cock on your ass. His hand was moving down your waist, his fingers were gently wrapping around your hip as he was rolling his hips slowly. You closed your eyes for a quick second, smiling to yourself and suddenly got up, depriving him of pleasure. You went to the bathroom to do your morning routine, leaving Mori desperate and alone. He was sort of absent lately, you knew he had lots of work to do and that he was busy but that still didn't stop you from teasing him and lightly punishing him for lack of attention and affection. You were finishing up the last parts of your routine, standing in front of a mirror as Mori walked in the bathroom, observing you for a brief moment and coming up behind you, arms sliding around your waist. He pulled you closer to him, his bulge still very hard as he started whispering in your ear.
"You are mad at me, I know. I am sorry I was absent lately." his voice was soft and silvery, sending shivers down your spine as his warm breath tingled your skin.
"You are damn right about that." you answered him sharply, trying to keep up your little punishment. You freed yourself from his grip and left him alone in the bathroom as you went back to bed. Mori's lips curled into a smirk and he did his morning routine quickly enough, joining you in the bed. He was laying behind you, his fingers gently going under your shirt and caressing your back. He got closer to you, his hand sliding over your tummy, fingertips drawing small circles sending more shivers up your body.
"I am here now." he was whispering in your ear, voice raspy but mellow. You were smiling to yourself, having him desperate was always a pleasant sight.
"Let me make it up to you." he continued after receiving no response from you, tracing his fingers down and caressing your thigh gently.
"Hm…" you let out a sound that gave him a discreet response that you were thinking about what he said as you kept enjoying his soft touch. He started kissing your bare arm, starting from your shoulder and placing gentle kiss after kiss down your biceps and lower to your forearm as his fingertips slided down to your knee. Your breath hitched from his tender touch as you felt his cock rising even more inside his boxers, lightly pressing your ass.
"I will deprive myself from pleasure, just please let me make it up to you darling." he was whispering, tone needy and convincing making your lower tummy fill up with intense heat as your pussy clenched. You didn't say anything yet, just turning towards him, making Mori slightly surprised as you cupped his face with your hand, pulling him into a kiss. Your tongues met quickly, moving together in perfect sync, his cold, wet tongue softly brushing over yours and making you quiver. You moved your hand down, faintly grasping his hard cock with your hand, making him whimper in your mouth. You broke the kiss, looking at him with a lustful and cunning gaze.
"Just making it slightly harder for you." you whispered out, tone teasing and in an instant his body was towering over yours as he spread your legs with his hips.
"You know I don't like it when you treat me like a game, darling." he whispered out, gaze sharp and lickerish as he was leaning in closer to you. He gently brushed his fingers over your neck, making you lift your chin up to give him more space as his hand sneaked behind your neck, warm lips faintly brushing over your skin. He started kissing your neck, starting from one side and slowly tracing his way to the other side. You let out a soft breath out making him smile into your skin, his warm breath making you shiver as he moved his lips next to your ear. Mori's teeth were gently tracing up from your helix down to your earlobe alongside with his tongue making you twitch. He gently bit your earlobe, giving it a little suck as he returned his attention on your neck. He licked his lips quickly and continued, kissing behind your ear and down the side of your neck, slowly tracing over to the other side again when he paused for a second. He gave you one swift kitten-lick on the skin before he started sucking on it. Mori's teeth mellowly sank into your skin as he began sucking on it, making you gasp out as one of your hands tangled into his hair, slightly pulling it and making him let out a muffled whimper. He continued sucking on your skin, slowly turning it into vivid cerise color as soft breaths kept escaping your lungs. Mori let go of your skin, placing a soft kiss on a mark he left behind. He pulled away, hands traveling under your sleeping shirt as your body followed his movement, helping him to take it off, exposing your naked body. He quickly threw it on the side of the bed and his lips swiftly met one of your nipples, teeth gently pulling it in as he started sucking on it slowly and making you whimper. Mori's hand was resting on your other breast, dimly squeezing it as his tongue started moving in small circles on your nipple, stimulating both of your breasts at the same time. His hand moved down, your nipple fitting perfectly between two of his fingers as he began gently rubbing it between making you arch your back. He sucked on your nipple one last time before pulling away, leaving gentle kisses on the skin between your breasts as both of his hands slided down on your hips, exposing your other nipple perfectly. Mori's lips faintly brushed over your sensitive areola before he left a quick lick over it making you quiver. He swiftly but gently pulled your nipple between his teeth, sensually sucking on it as his tongue slided over it from time to time making you gasp out as your back arched a bit more.
"You are so perfect." he practically moaned into your skin as he pulled away from your nipple, kissing between your chest once more as he started moving down. Mori's breath was shaky and you could feel it melt away on your skin each time before he would place a soft kiss. He was placing kisses between your rib cage right under your breasts, slowly moving down your tummy following in a straight line as your body kept getting covered in his lips. Mori's hands slowly moved between your skin and the fabric of your shorts and panties, slowly pulling them down as his lips simultaneously moved on the side of your tummy, placing feather-like licks and kisses on the skin near your waist. You followed his movement, slowly moving your hips up making Mori's lips curl into a smirk as he moved away from your skin, taking off your shorts and panties together in one quick motion as you moved your legs up, helping him. He threw shorts and panties next to your shirt as he shifted his attention back to your exposed, trembling body. He moved his lips on the other side of your tummy, the one he previously left out, placing more dim licks and kisses, making your skin melt under his lips as your fingers tangled in his hair. He kept moving down, placing kisses as he made his way to one of your hips, leaving a loving kiss on your hip bone and slowly moving over your lower tummy, his two day old beard gently tingling you. Your hips jerked as he placed a quick kiss on your pelvic area and moved more to the other side, placing a kiss on your other hip bone. You bent your knees more, your thighs gently rubbing on Mori's face as he slowly moved between your legs, observing your drooling cunt.
"So beautiful." he was whispering out, voice needy as his gaze grew needier. He could feel his cock twitch inside his boxers at the sight in front of him but he started kissing one of your thighs, near your crotch and was slowly moving up, embracing more kisses up your thigh and placing the last one right under your knee. Mori put his tongue out and began slowly moving down, making you let out a soft pleasurable sigh out as his tongue was sliding down, finishing his movement right above your crotch, teasing you and himself more as your cunt clenched around nothing, needy for some friction. He slowly moved his head to the other side, nose softly brushing over your clit, making you whimper. Mori's cock twitched again from the little sound you made, completely drunk with your presence as your fingers grasped his hair stronger. He started kissing your other thigh in the same manner, placing a quick bite and making you whimper once again, precum leaking in his boxers as he gave you low eyes, observing reactions of your pretty face. He was moving up once again, this time in a more eager manner as he was desperate to taste you, desperate to feel your throbbing cunt melt under his tongue. He placed one last kiss under your knee as he positioned his face right in front of your wet cunt, gaze lustful and greedy. He started kissing your outer lips making you whimper as you let go of his hair, letting your body relax into the mattress as your eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure you were receiving. He slowly dragged his tongue on one of your outer lips, getting right above your clit and dragging it down, over your other outer lip as your body kept shivering. Mori started slowly moving his hips, giving some friction to his needy cock as he gave you a mellow lick on your clit, making your body quiver.
"More. Don't play around." you whispered out, voice deep and sharp as you returned your fingers in his hair, practically pulling him on your cunt. Mori's cock twitched once again as he swiftly started circling on your clit with his soft, wet tongue making you gasp out in bliss. He was moving his tongue in slow circles for a bit, suddenly changing his pace and started moving it up and down, quickly sliding over your clit, making you moan out sharply as he kept precisely stimulating the right spot. He moved his hand near your inner lips, slowly dragging them up and down as he kept greedily stimulating your clit, your grip on his hair tightening. He was slowly pushing two of his fingers inside your wet cunt, sliding them inside easily as a sharp gasp left your throat at sudden stretching. He started slowly thrusting them in and out of you, stretching you out more as his tongue gradually returned to slower, circling pace. Mori kept slowly moving his hips into the mattress, pathetic for more friction as your cunt was tensing up around his slender digits. He slowly curled his fingers, pressing your g-spot as his teeth gently sucked in your clit. He started greedily sucking on your swollen clit, guttural whimpers escaping your throat as he kept stimulating you. Mori's voice started breaking as he kept rubbing his hard cock on the mattress, his faint whines vibrating through your whole body and making you roll your eyes back as you squeezed his face with your thighs, his tender beard tingling your soft skin.
"Good boy, just..just like that." you were praising him in a silvery tone, making him whine into your pussy as his fingers kept relentlessly pumping in and out of you. Your pussy kept clenching around his fingers making him more needy, his precum leaking all over his boxers and making his cock painfully hard. You caught up on his movement, swiftly pulling him by the hair and moving his head away from your cunt as a cunning smile appeared on your face.
"That doesn't seem like depriving yourself to me, dear." you said in a sharp tone as you kept observing his pathetic expression.
"Now, you are either going to be a good boy and keep up your word or…" you trailed off, a mellowly sinister gaze appearing in your eyes as Mori's fingers kept still in your cunt. You started clenching around his fingers tightly, making him let out a soft whimper of desperation as you continued your sentence.
"..Or I will have to show you what complete deprivation is. Is that what you want?" you asked him teasingly as you clenched your pussy around his digits once again, your precum leaking all over them and making him whimper.
"N-no." he said in a breathy voice, eager to continue as his cock kept twitching making it awfully hard for him not to move his hips.
"Very good." you praised as you let your back fall on the mattress, gently rubbing your thigh on Mori's desperate face. He started eagerly moving his fingers inside you once again, focusing on nothing but your pleasure and trying to ignore his pulsating cock that kept rising in his boxers. He moved his lips over your clit once again, slowly sucking on it in the start but as soon as he could hear you letting out satisfied moans he couldn't help himself but increase the tempo. You let out a sharper whine as he was eating you out like a man starved, he swiftly extracted his fingers out of you, his tongue dragging down to taste your sweet leakings. He was moving his tongue between your inner lips, intensively trying to taste as much of you as possible, his hands moving behind your thighs as he gently pulled them apart, pushing his tongue inside you. You let out a little snivel as his tongue kept collecting your sweet precum, Mori whimpering eagerly as your taste occupied his senses. He could feel his cock twitch once again, frowning his eyebrows for a quick second as he pulled away from your cunt, breathing sharply as his eyelids hang lowly, desperation written all over his features. He returned two of his fingers, sliding them inside your wet cunt easily and started thrusting them inside of you as his tongue went up and down on your clit. You could feel your whole body tensing up from the friction you were receiving, back arching as you let go of his hair, both of your hands falling on your breasts as you started squeezing them in participation to Mori's movement. He was gulping as he grew needier, your pussy making him intensely horny and hard but he kept the pace of his fingers and tongue persistent and unswerving. Your cunt was clenching each time he would press your g-spot as his tongue kept stimulating your whole clit. You started moving your hips to meet his movement as you could feel your orgasm slowly building up inside you. Mori was basically panting in your pussy, completely smitten by your body, taste, the way your moans kept filling his ears. He started moving his hips almost out of reflex as you were too focused on your pleasure to notice.
"Yeah. Just-, mhm, just like that." you were guiding and praising as you kept moving your hips, getting closer and closer to your orgasm. Mori started sucking on your clit as his tongue kept quickly sliding over the right spot making your eyes roll back once again, his fingers continuously pressing the right spot inside your pussy. His little pants and snivels made your hips quiver as your whole body slowly started shaking, fiery heat slowly spreading inside you as you could feel your orgasm slowly edging its presence. Mori's pace was unchanged, his hips still thrusting in the mattress as he was getting closer to his own forbidden release. You were letting out breathy whimpers as you felt your orgasm finally fully building inside you, intense warmth filling up your lower tummy as Mori's greedy sucking and stimulation with his fingers finally sent you over the edge. You reached your intense orgasm, moaning shamelessly and incoherently as sharp breaths kept forming inside your lungs, making you choke out your pleasure. Mori kept his movement, panting even louder in your pussy as his cock kept twitching from your cunt leaking and pulsing around his long digits. It sent him over the edge and he could feel his own orgasm bursting inside of him, making him cum in his boxers, swiftly pulling away from your clit and biting into your thigh. You let out a sharp moan as his teeth sank in your thigh, he was moaning and whimpering into your skin, gaze completely hazy as his fingers were slowing down inside you, his hips completely tensed as he was letting his orgasm melt away. You came down from your high, slightly panting as you were observing his face. You were slightly lightheaded but you quickly caught on to what happened, Mori slowly pulling his fingers out of you as he let the skin of your thigh out of his bite. He was breathing heavily, eyes as guilty as they could get.
"I am sorry darling." he breathed out, placing a soft kiss on the marked area.
"That's not what you should be sorry for, dear." you said teasingly, amusement blooming inside your chest as Mori slowly got up, revealing his pathetic mess.
"That is." you pointed to his stained boxers, slight sadism bubbling inside you as an idea sparkled your mind.
"So, should I show you complete deprivation from pleasure?" you smiled slyly, tilting your head to the side and observing Mori's desperate face.
"I think that's a yes, I will teach you how to be a good boy for me." you continued, a cunning smirk still spread over your face knowing you were in a long second session, giving you nothing but pleasure and Mori nothing but another painfully hard boner.
The End :) <3
Thank you for requesting and I hope you liked this and enjoyed it! :D <3
I am actually so nervous lol, please don't send hate tyty :")
Thanks to everyone for being so kind and supporting of me so far, I deeply appreciate it! :D <3
Huge kisses on the forehead for everyone :3 <3
#mori ougai x reader#mori ougai x reader smut#mori ougai smut#mori ougai x yn#mori ougai bsd#bsd smut#mori ougai x yn smut
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So finally, here’s the nsfw Twitter links for bsd
Be warned
Mori ougai
Link 1, Link 2, Link 3, Link 4, Link 5, Link 6, Link 7, Link 8, Link 9, Link 10
Nikolai Gogol
Link 1, Link 2, Link 3, Link 4, Link 5
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Link 1, Link 2, Link 3, Link 4, Link 5, Link 6, Link 7, Link 8
Paul verlaine
Link 1, Link 2, Link 3, Link 4, Link 5
Dazai Osamu
Link 1, Link 2, Link 3, Link 4, Link 5, Link 6
Ivan goncharov
Link 1, Link 2, Link 3, Link 4, Link 5, Link 6
Ace
Link 1, Link 2, Link 3
Fukuzawa Yukichi
Link 1, Link 2, Link 3, Link 4
Chuuya nakahara
Link 1
#bungou stray dogs#bungoustraydogs#bungou stray dogs x reader#sub bsd#sub bungou stray dogs#bsd#mori ougai#dazai osamu#mori ougai x reader#dazai x reader#smut#chuuya nakahara x reader#nakahara chuuya x reader#links
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nsfw prompts 2+8+9 with Mori please 🥺💜
2– they're your superior (teacher, boss etc tw: power imbalance)
8– cuffing you to their bed (tw: bondage)
9– they buy you lingerie
ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: he punishes you for stepping out of line
"Now look at you, darling. You're gorgeous" mused the man in front of you, his piercing gaze taking in your pretty figure.
You were cuffed to the railing of your boss's bed, wearing nothing but a lacy set of lingerie he'd so generously gifted you a few hours ago. When you found the package on your desk along with a note that instructed you to come to his quarters that evening, you knew you'd be in for a long night.
Mori walked to the side of the bed, taking a seat next to you. The mattress sunk under his weight as he leaned closer to your body, his fingers ghosting over the inside of your thigh. "Tell me, my dear, what shall I do with you? I heard about your little trip to the Ada's office today. What made you think it'd be a good idea to schedule a meeting with Fukuzawa without consulting with me first?"
"Sir, you see... I know you were busy so I thought it'd be useful if I–"
"If you act on your own accord. You can't possibly be this stupid." His words were harsh, contrasting with the gentle caress on your thigh. His digits dipped under the wristband of your panties, slowly spreading your slick folds.
You swore you could die of embarrassment as you fumbled for words, trying to find some sort of justification for your reckless actions. Now that you looked back to it, meeting with the enemy by yourself wasn't the greatest idea.
"I'm sorry, it won't happen again." you apologised, earning a low hum from your boss. "I'm sure it won't, my dear. It's important that you don't forget your place in this organisation."
His thumb circled your needy clit, making your body jolt in pleasure. The handcuffs dug into your skin as you squirmed and you let out a whimper, your brows knitting together.
God, you were just begging to be ruined. You looked so pretty in this new set, the fabric hugging your curves so beautifully. For a moment, Mori almost forgot that this was supposed to be a punishment. Leaning over your body, his lips hovered over yours as he pulled down your underwear. You lifted your hips to aid him, your eyes never leaving his.
"Y/N, you're lucky you're so special of me, otherwise your actions would've had more severe consequences" he said shortly and you could tell by the certainty of his words that he meant it.
Before you had the chance to reply, Mori lowered himself between your legs and licked a stripe of your cunt from your hole to your clit. When he looked up at you again you felt the arousal pooling in your core. He looked so painfully handsome.
"If you behave, I might let you cum tonight." he spoke in a velvety voice as he placed kisses along your inner thigh, gently sucking on your plump skin, marking you as his "So be a good girl and let me eat you out, understood? You have to make up for a lot of things."
#𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd x reader#bsd smut#mori bsd#bsd mori#bungo stray doga mori#mori smut#mori x reader#mori ougai#mori ougai x reader
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Hello moon!
Same person that's down bad for dilfs
Speaking of dilfs bsd men
Who do you think is the dlifs of bsd?
Rates the highest to lowest
((I'm bored))
Hope all is well with you <3/p
So, my n°1 dilf is Odasaku, 10/10, husband material; he likes children, would be a good dad, he’s hot, I like him…a good dilf, except that he’s like 23(??) in the scenes where he’s still alive? So…not an authentic dilf because he’s not that much older than me, but still a good dilf :) (would fuck you until the bed breaks and then give you the softest, most affectionate aftercare ever.)
This might be controversial, but my n°2 is Mori, I think he is pretty hot. I like his English dub and his dub in my native language makes me cream too, and I just think he’s handsome, period. Of course, he’s a problematic person and the whole p*doph*lia thing is kinda…well…bad, but we’ll just ignore that for now. And he’s actually dilf-aged; 8/10 because of his canon sexual preferences and because he’s not as nice and sweet as Odasaku.
N°3 is Fukuzawa; I’m not that in to him, but he’s a solid dilf. Middle aged, I could easily convince myself to find him hot and he likes cats which is a green flag. He’s the kind of dad that would claim he doesn’t want a pet and then becomes besties with the cat. 7/10.
(And the others…I mean Francis is canonically a dad, but I’m not attracted to him at all (however, I bet he makes a lot of dad jokes, does those loud dad sneezes and is super proud when he mows his lawn), Fukuchi isn’t that old but gives me grandpa vibes, so no, and who else is a dilf in bsd? Bram? Didn’t he have a daughter too or did he just adopt Aya?)
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mori ogai nsfw headcannons.
content warnings: smut, bdsm, brief mention of knife play, bondage, shibari, suspension, teasing, mild masochism.
a/n: i don’t rly like how this turned out :// but i just wanted to get my requests done😭😭 i don’t rly see mori as much of a sexual person, esp since he’s based off of an asexual character in irl mori’s book vita sexualis lol. i was so tempted to say he has elderly erectile dysfunction LMFAOOOO.
🍃 Mori’s a man who’s had plenty of sexual experience throughout the years, enough to know what he likes and what he doesn’t.
🍃 Over the years, he finds less pleasure in overindulging, already having a low sex drive and wanting to have enough time in his busy day to enjoy it with you so sex isn’t necessarily a rarity but it isn’t something you should expect every day either.
🍃 Mori’s exploration with fetishes and kinks has made him bored of a lot of them so this idea of BDSM Mafia Daddy Mori isn’t really a thing. He certainly has kept certain fetishes and kinks over the years but not many.
🍃 One of these is his obsession with lingerie. He really loves dressing you up in luxury designer brand lingerie, only to cut them off of your body while slowly rocking his cock into you.
🍃 There’s also a non-sexual aspect to his obsession with lingerie. He just enjoys the process of shopping for it, picking and matching the sets, and putting the actual pieces onto your body.
🍃 Mori has a thing for playing mind games in bed. He wants to make you trip over your words, make you squirm a bit, make you pout.
🍃 He’s kind of an ass lmao.
🍃 Mori doesn’t get off to physically hurting you though. He’s more of a masochist than a sadist.
🍃 Gets rock hard when you smack his chest or pull on his hair.
🍃 He cums so quick when you insult him, calling him a freak or a weirdo.
🍃 Depending on how far you are into a relationship, Mori can be very loving and intimate.
🍃 He’ll be pretty quiet aside from some soft groans during these intimate times.
🍃 But that’s a rarity. Mori is kind of apathetic to sex but even more so to intimacy.
🍃 Honestly, it takes a lot for him to be genuinely turned on by someone so if you’re able to turn him on, good on you!
🍃 Mori isn’t all that interested in complicated positions so he sticks with missionary and cowgirl.
🍃 He does, however, like to indulge in bondage and shibari. But he’ll only do shibari for special occasions like holidays, birthdays, and anniversaries.
🍃 Some of his favorite styles of shibari are a rope corset style, full body bondage, and a suspension technique that lifts your legs up.
🍃 He honestly views it as an art form and will take his time in delicately tying the rope.
🍃 When he doesn’t have time for shibari though, he’ll usually use fur lined leather cuffs.
🍃 When Mori was younger, he was a lot more adventurous and experimental. He’s the type who definitely frequented BDSM exhibitions and sex dungeons but after completing his military service, he no longer finds as much excitement in kink and sex.
🍃 He’s definitely calmed down a lot sexually.
🍃 Overall, Mori might be “boring”, but he’s able to satisfy you and himself and that’s what matters <3
#mori🪐#headcanons#thirsts#requested#mori ogai#mori ogai x reader#mori ougai x reader#bsd mori#bsd mori x reader#bsd smut#mori smut#bsd x reader
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I sent this to you on your other blog bc I forgor it was t ur writing blog 💀
What do you think are mori’s top kinks?
I’m interested in what you think
Mori kink hcs
-> hmmm doctor man
Drugging -> A big fan of aphrodisiacs, whether he’s on the receiving end or not doesn’t really matter to him. Mori likes seeing you needy, without shame, but equally likes being so (more than he already is at least).
He also likes drugs that put you to sleep, leaving you completely defenceless to him. Don’t worry though, Mori is big on consent and safety, so all drugs you’re given possess no negative/lasting side-effects.
Knife play/blood play -> This is a big one for him, very much so. Loves the way you shiver under the coldness of the knifes blade, the slight fear lingering in your eyes as he lightly drags it alone your chest and stomach.
He likes cutting there too, albeit only light cuts. Shallow, but still drawing blood. The sight of it does wonder to him, and despite how unsanitary it is Mori always finds him lapping at the wounds, sucking and licking them to draw whatever blood he can. Always makes sure to patch them up afterwards though, so don’t go worrying about infections or anything.
Pet play -> This one is somewhat light! Mori likes seeing his lover in cat ears/tail certainly, but isn’t a fan of cages or making you meow, and he also has no interest in making you eat out of a pet bowl either. Mori does however, hold a keen liking for collars and leashing. Calls you his “little pet”.
Lingerie -> Mori is a fan of dressing you up and having you look pretty (prettier than you usually do, that is), so lingerie is a no brainer for him. He’s a fan of more girlish sets, nice pinks with lace and frills. Something cuter as opposed to sexier. He also doesn’t mind wearing lingerie either, though he prefers to wear shades of red and purple.
Submission (giving) -> Mori obviously has a lot of control, so being able to forfeit all of it and not worry about anything - even if it’s only for a night - is like heaven to him. He wants to be bossed around and told what to do, the idea that someone as powerful as himself can be reduced to nothing more than your bitch is intoxicating to him, the reality even more so.
#bsd#bsd x reader#bungo stray dogs x reader#mori ougai x reader#mori x reader#mori ougai#mori#bsd smut#✧ library shelves ✧
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Ending Up Back Here
By:Me
Description:
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Warnings:
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Rating:
Mature
Genre:
Slice of life | Romance | Angst
Tags:
Alcohol | Alternate Universe - no abilities | Angst | Awkwardness | Adopted Child | Bathing/Washing | Biting | Bonding | Break Up | Bottom/Vers Mori Ougai | Comfort | Confessions | Dancing | Domestic | Explicit Consent | Falling Back In Love | Flirting | Fluff | Hotels | Love Making | Plot with Porn | Slice Of Life | Smut | Slow updates | Top Fukuzawa Yukichi
Chapters:
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Word count:
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Start Date:
Mon, January 1, 2024
Completion Date:
???
Chapter One [wip]
Chapter Two [wip]
Chapter Three [wip]
Chapter Four [wip]
Chapter Five [wip]
Chapter Six [wip]
Chapter Seven [wip]
Chapter Eight [wip]
Chapter Nine [wip]
Chapter Ten [wip]
#fanfic#book#mori x fukuzawa#ougai mori#bsd mori#bsd#Bongou Stray Dogs#fukuzawa yukichi#any boy can baby girl but it takes a man to be a single mother#bongou stray dogs#smut#bungou stray dogs
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somewhere in the haze
summary: You made a mistake that nearly cost you your life. Now your boyfriend is pissed at you, and you're not completely sure why. Is there hope for reconciliation?
pairing: chuuya nakahara x female! reader
genre: slight angst, smut
word count: 4k+
warnings: MDNI!! starts angsty but then...., fingering, oral (fem receiving), soft dom chuu [kinda], bratty reader [a bit], aka I finally am dipping my toes into smut, also depictions of stabbing
note: I wrote smut, ya’ll!!! But being me, there is a story too. Dealing with big emotions and all that jazz. I hope you enjoy!
Getting ready for work wasn’t usually an arduous affair. You had it down to a routine, and even made an event of it. While cooking breakfast, you were a celebrity chef. When taking a shower, you’d give the concert of a lifetime. But today, nothing was making it easier. It was your first day back in over a month. It should have been a cause for celebration. But you were in a fight with your boyfriend.
The previous night's events played on repeat in your head while you put your clothes on. You brushed your teeth, and all you could think of was Chuuya's furrowed brow. The fight made you see the past month in a new light. You felt stupid for not realizing his feelings sooner.
You were working on a solo assignment. It was pretty standard, and in fact, one you’d done several times before. It was security for a jewelry store. The store turned a blind eye to the Port Mafia's illegal jewelry ring. In return, sometimes they'd request a member come by and watch over the place.
It was late at night. It seemed like a rare uneventful day was about to pass by. But then a tall, slender man tried to enter the store after hours. You knew you could take him, so you chased him to the roof. Before he could turn, you socked him in the back of the head. He fell immediately, out cold.
You were sure you’d incapacitated him enough to call for someone to assist you in disposing of him. As soon as your back was to him, an arm wrapped around your throat. Pain shocked your lower abdomen; he'd stabbed you. He called you a dumb bitch before removing the knife and throwing you to the ground.
With a shaky hand, you reached for your phone. The warm ooze of your blood made it too difficult to maneuver it to call for help. Your wound went from feverish to frigid, and the edges of the world got a lot fuzzier. As you faded, you thought of the hardships you’d faced and how you finally felt like you belonged somewhere. And now you were gonna die on top of a shitty building.
Your last thoughts were of Chuuya, and how you hoped he wouldn’t have to see your corpse. Then, everything went black.
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But the Port Mafia had your back. You awoke with a sharp ache in your stomach and a heaviness in your head. Before even blinking your eyes open, you knew you were in the organization’s medical wing.
“You’re awake.”
The voice that spoke was one you knew well but never failed to slice a shiver down your spine.
You forced your eyes open. Mori Ougai stood like a shadow by your bed. His hands clasped behind his back. He held an almost bored expression as if your stabbing was a mild inconvenience to him.
“Hi boss,” you said. You tried to sit up to formally address him but hissed in pain.
“Refrain from unnecessary movements for the time being,” He said. “The blade nicked your appendix, so I took the liberty of removing it for you.”
Wow, a surprise appendectomy. How thoughtful.
“We’d received no communication from you in some time,” Mori said. “So it was clear you were in danger. If you’d lost one more liter of blood, you would be dead. That’s why I started a transfusion.”
You looked down to see an IV in your inner right arm. Blood came from a bag, and you knew better than to question its origins.
This wasn’t the first time you’d woken up in the medical wing, nor would it be the last. But usually, someone else was at your bedside.
“So,” you said, “Where is-?”
“Chuuya will be here shortly,” Mori interrupted. “He wasn’t notified until it was certain whether you would live or die.”
You weren’t surprised. If Chuuya knew the extent of your injuries, he’d tear the world apart to be there. From Mori’s perspective, wherever Chuuya was had more importance than being with you.
“For now, continue to rest,” Mori smiled in a way that was supposed to offer comfort. “If there are no complications, you can go home tomorrow.”
“What about work?” You blurted out.
“We’ll discuss the matter later.”
Mori administered more pain medication and left the room. Before you could think about much else, the drugs knocked you into a hazy sleep. At some point, you swore you heard muffled voices outside the room. Your eyes were too heavy to open, but you felt a warm gloved hand holding your own. You slept deeper after that.
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The next day, you went home. Naturally, Chuuya took you to his place. Resting was imperative to your recovery, and you had trouble with that sometimes.
Once at the penthouse, Chuuya set you up in the guestroom. When you weren’t recovering from a knife wound and impromptu surgery, you were used to sleeping with him in his bed. You thought that he was afraid of impeding the healing process.
Once you were comfortable in the bed, he told you to stay put.
“If you don’t,” he said, “I’ll use my ability on you.”
His crooked smile and delivery of the threat told you it was a joke. But there wasn’t much joy behind his eyes. You made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a cough.
That set the tone for your stay. You weren’t completely oblivious. Something was wrong with Chuuya. He went through the motions of aiding in your recovery. He helped you bathe, changed your dressings, and made sure you took your medicine. But the other times Chuuya rehabilitated you, he’d be smirking and telling jokes. When you worried, he'd give you soft kisses. This time, he was more…sterile.
You told yourself that it was because of how close to death you were this time. And in a way, you were right.
A week later, you had a partial return to work. Though your wound had superficially healed, internal damage was still possible. So you were stuck doing nothing but paperwork. You fucking hated it. Everyone at the Port Mafia had to deal with papers, but not hour after hour, day after day. You felt like a glorified secretary. You were eager to go on missions again.
When you shared those thoughts with Chuuya, you received a slight nod and silence. It was odd, as your perseverance and enthusiasm were what had attracted him to you in the first place.
A few weeks later, Mori told you that you would be able to return to full-time duties the following day. Though it was exciting, you felt deflated. Chuuya had been so distant, you didn’t want to tell him. He was an executive, so the odds were he already knew.
That night after dinner, he confirmed your suspicions. At the table, you nonchalantly said you were nervous and excited to leave paperwork duty. Chuuya’s expression darkened, and he sighed. You decided it was time to rip off the bandaid.
“That was a pretty heavy sigh.”
He said nothing.
“What’s up?”
“I don’t think you should go back yet,” he said.
It was your turn to sigh. “Look, babe. I know it was a pretty serious injury, but I’ll be fine.”
“It’s not about that. I think we should go over training again.”
“Chuuya, I’ve been in the mafia for almost a year now,” you said. “Training ended a long time ago.”
“Well, maybe you need a refresher course,” he said in a venom-soaked tone.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Everyone knew Chuuya was an explosively angry man. His yelling was nothing to scoff at, but it wasn’t out of the ordinary. What most people didn’t know was how terrifying it was when he was quiet.
“I never thought you would be so reckless. Turning your back on an opponent while on a solo mission. Didn’t even call for backup or anything.”
You felt like a stone sank into your stomach. The other shoe dropped. He was…angry at you.
“I tried,” you sputtered. “But the blood was coming out, and I-”
“You should have called for someone as soon as you saw the guy.”
“He was a beanpole,” you said. “I thought I could take him!”
“He might not have been alone. What would you have done then?”
You were at a loss for words. “I just…I-”
“You got cocky,” Chuuya finished. “Which is exactly what I’ve warned you against since day one, haven’t I? Don’t get a big head, and never turn your back on anyone. Especially if you’re alone!”
“So, what, am I the only person who’s ever made a mistake?” You spat back.
“You can’t afford to make mistakes like that,” his voice rose. “You make those mistakes, you die!”
“You think I don’t know that?” You exclaimed. “That’s all I could think about on the roof!”
“Good,” Chuuya said. “Hold onto that feeling. Next time you’re on a mission, you can think of it. Then you'll remember to cover your ass and you won't pull something like that again.”
A tense silence hung over the room. You were both heated and so angry. You knew better than to say anything. Having the last word would be a petty thing to worry about.
But anger made you a petty person.
“Fine,” you said. “I will remember that feeling. When I go out on the field tomorrow.”
Chuuya scoffed. “I don’t want you to go back out yet!”
“So sorry, Mr. Nakahara,” your voice dripped with sardonic respect. “I know I made you and the rest of the higher-ups look bad, but I have to get back to doing my job.”
You got up from the table and began to storm from the kitchen. Two steps later, Chuuya’s hand wrapped around your forearm.
“We’re not done talking.”
“I am,” you said.
He turned you around to face him. Anger still filled his eyes, but his jaw wasn’t quite as clenched.
“You can’t just run away from this,” he said. His voice softened to the slightest degree. “I’m not saying this as your superior. As someone who cares about you, I don’t know if you’re ready to go back out there yet. Is that so hard to understand?”
You wanted to agree with him. Fall into his arms, and put the whole mess of a fight behind you. But pride was something you shared with Chuuya.
“I’m going in tomorrow,” you said. “And you won’t stop me.”
After a moment, he let your arm go.
You packed your things and came into the living room with a suitcase. Without a word, Chuuya helped you put everything in his car. Neither of you spoke on the drive. The silence was relentless in the parking lot. When you left the car, he finally spoke.
“Be careful.”
You gave a nod and headed into your building.
---
Which led to your first day back. A day that should have been celebratory, but was now marred with grey.
Besides a few passing remarks from colleagues, no one made a big deal about your recovery or return. It was the mafia. People pulled through from worse injuries all the time.
You had no solo assignments that day, which you were thankful for. Not because of fear, but because it was easier to shut your mind off and focus. You did keep your word and were very careful.
During downtime, the argument swirled around in your head. Chuuya trusted you. He knew that you were well-trained. Why would he say you weren’t ready to go out on your own anymore?
The end of the day came. When you got to your car, he leaned against it with his arms crossed.
You weren’t sure if you felt relieved or annoyed.
“Can we talk?”
You sighed. “Yeah.”
He slid into the passenger’s seat with you in the driver’s.
For a moment, he said nothing. Both of you stared forward. You were starting to wonder why the two of you had so many tense silences in cars.
“So,” you said. “You wanted to talk.”
“You didn’t get hurt today,” he said.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Good.”
Another silence.
“Look, Chuuya-”
“I didn’t mean what I said.”
You turned to him. “Okay?”
“You’re good at your job,” he said, turning to you. “I’d be an idiot not to know that.”
“Then why did you make me feel like I don’t know what I’m doing?” You asked.
He sighed, leaning his head back on the seat. “Babe…You almost died.”
“Yeah, I know that, but–”
“No, you almost died. It scared the hell out of me.”
You didn’t know what to say.
“I know anyone could fuck up and wind up dead,” he continued. “But you’re not just anyone.”
His eyes were on you. He reached over the console to hold one of your hands in both of his.
“I don’t wanna lose you.”
Your resolve melted like a puddle. “Why didn’t you just say this like a month ago?”
He chuckled without humor. “I was afraid I’d blow up at ya.”
“Thank god that didn’t happen,” you deadpanned.
“I am sorry,” he said. “Look, either of us could die any day.”
“Is this supposed to make me feel better?”
“It’s the truth,” he said, squeezing your hand. “But I need you to do everything you can to keep yourself alive.”
His eyes shone with sincerity, and your lingering anger evaporated.
“Only if you promise to do the same,” you said. “I’m sorry for worrying you.”
He pulled you across the console and held you against his chest. You embraced each other for what seemed like an eternity before he broke the silence.
“Wanna come to my place tonight?”
---
With the fight resolved and put behind you, it was easy to return to the domesticity you’d both grown accustomed to. Chuuya ordered takeout from one of your favorite restaurants. Throughout the meal, his eyes couldn't stay off of you.
After dinner, you sat on the couch together, barely watching an old sitcom rerun. Your back was against his torso, and his arms wrapped around your waist. You chattered on about your first day back.
“...And then Higuchi kept trying to get Akutagawa’s attention even though I’ve told her a thousand times that he–Chuuya!”
He’d leaned forward to kiss the side of your neck.
“Go ahead,” He murmured against your delicate skin. “I’m listening.”
You made an earnest attempt of continuing your story. Chuuya thwarted it by nibbling and sucking below your ear.
“Y-you’re distracting me,” you fought the urge to moan.
“Am I?” He chuckled.
You gasped as his hands crept down to your thighs, gently pulling them further apart. His dick began to harden against your back.
“I’ve just been thinking, baby,” he murmured. “Between your injury and our fight, there’s a lot of things we haven’t been able to do in a while. Wanna start doing them again tonight?”
You answered with a breathless whimper and he kneaded his fingers on your thighs. His touches crept closer to the heat pooling between your legs.
But then, he stopped his movements and rested his chin on your shoulder.
“Only if you want to,” he said. “No pressure, okay?”
You turned your head to smooch his cheek.
“I do want to,” you breathed. “I really want to.”
---
In previous instances of lovemaking, Chuuya could be a bit rough. This benefitted both of you. It helped him work out some of his aggression. And for you? Well, you found it hot.
But tonight, he placed you gently in the middle of the bed. His eyes remained locked with yours as he removed his waistcoat and pants. He joined you on the soft sheets, framing one of your thighs with both of his. He tangled a gloved hand in your hair and then leaned down to kiss you. His lips pressed onto your lips, your heart thunked against your ribs. Warmth bloomed from your chest and spread throughout your entire body. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. Chuuya rubbed his knee against the heat between your legs, causing you to moan into his mouth.
He broke the kiss, a smirk across his lips.
“You okay?” He asked, stroking your cheek with his thumb.
“Yeah,” you gasped. His knee still rested squarely against your crotch. “I’m very much okay.”
He chuckled. “Tell me if that changes, got it?”
You nodded. Before you could verbally respond, he moved his thumb from your cheek to your lips.
“Would you take this off for me, sweetheart?”
You opened your mouth and gingerly bit the tip of the glove. He pulled his hand back, releasing it from the leather.
He took the glove from you, planting a quick kiss on your lips.
“Thank you.”
“No problem,” you responded, trying to pretend your face wasn’t burning hot.
His next target was your collarbone. You’d have hickeys by morning with the way he sucked and scraped his teeth against the soft expanse of skin. He untucked your shirt, slipping his hand underneath and up your torso. Your nipples responded to his touch from beneath the fabric of your bra.
“We gotta level the playing field, babe,” he playfully admonished against your neck.
“Hmm?”
“I’m practically naked,” he said. “And here you are, still fully clothed. Doesn’t seem fair.”
You snorted. Chuuya wore so many layers of clothing that being in a dress shirt and boxers really was close to nudity for him.
“I see your point,” you said.
You pushed him off, sitting up and pulling your shirt over your head. A smug grin played on your lips when you saw the way he looked at you. Even in your everyday bra, he still made it seem like you wore the most mouthwatering lingerie he’d seen in his life.
“Better?” You asked.
He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close and kissing you again.
“Almost,” he murmured against your lips.
And with one hand, he unclasped your bra.
“Chuuya!” You laughed out a reprimand. The impressiveness of the act outweighed any embarrassment. Still, you held the garment against your chest.
“What?”
“I’d hardly call this an even playing field,” you said.
“Semantics,” he scoffed, waving a hand. “Now, get your fuckin’ arms outta the way, would ya?”
You playfully rolled your eyes but did as he said, and removed the bra completely.
He laid you back on the bed, hovering over you. Mindfully keeping his weight off of you, he grasped your breasts. His mouth found your right nipple, sucking on it hard while his gloved hand played with the left.
With a moan, your head rolled back onto the pillow. When he switched to the left nipple, you raised up to look at him. He'd closed his eyes, and he seemed to be at peace with everything in the world.
“Enjoying yourself, Chuu?” You teased.
His eyes shot open, and his face rivaled his hair in redness.
“Yeah,” he said after dislodging from your breast. “And I bet I’m not the only one.”
His bare hand traced down your torso and into your pants. He traced a finger against your panties, feeling the soaked-through fabric.
“You’re pretty wet,” he said. “Want me to do something about it?”
“Uh-huh,” you gasped.
“Aw, where’d that smart mouth of yours go, babe?”
You narrowed your eyes, saying nothing.
He chuckled but relented by pushing your panties aside. He slid his finger down your slit before plunging two fingers inside. The fingers crooked inside you in the most delicious way.
“Now, tell me,” he said, continuing to work you from the inside. “Is there anything else you want me to do to you?”
“Y-yes,” you stammered.
“And, uh,” he stroked your shoulder with a gloved finger. “What exactly would that be?”
You fought to form a sentence. “I think you already know.”
He smirked, looking at you from beneath his lashes. “Yeah, I have a pretty good idea. But I wanna hear you say it.”
“Chuuya,” you whined. “Please.”
“C’mon, pretty girl. Use your words. I’ll take good care of ya if you do.”
The way he was using his damn words–and his fingers–was driving you crazy.
You drew in a shaky breath and looked straight into his eyes.
“I want you to make me cum on your tongue.”
His smirk intensified and placed a kiss on your cheek.
“Good girl. Now, was that so hard?”
“Yeah, yeah,” you said. “Quit teasing and put your mouth to better use.”
“Hey now,” his tone playfully darkened. He withdrew his fingers from your core and lewdly sucked them dry. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here.”
You rolled your eyes. “Sorry, Chu.”
He muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “brat” and sat back on his heels. He removed his other glove, tossing it aside. He peeled off your pants and discarded your underwear.
Your eyes lingered on the ceiling while his gaze raked over your nude body. The intensity of his eyes tracing over every inch of you was something you weren’t sure you’d ever get used to. His thumb smoothed over the raised skin of the new scar that brandished the skin above your right hip.
“Look at me,” he said.
He rewarded you with a lovestruck smile when you did what he said.
“You’re fuckin’ beautiful, y’know?”
“Yeah, my boyfriend’s mentioned it from time to time,” you giggled.
“I’ll tell ya every day if I have to.”
He put a pillow beneath your hips to elevate you and then began to settle himself between your legs. He tossed his hair over his shoulder to get it out of his way. His arms wrapped around your legs, and his hands pressed into the soft flesh. He pressed kisses to your inner thigh, inching closer to where you desperately wanted him.
His face was mere centimeters from your center. His blue eyes locked onto your face. He ran his tongue over his top lip.
And then he kissed the other thigh.
“Chuu, come on!” You whined. “You’ve kept me waiting long enough.”
He tsked under his breath. “Be patient.”
“I have been,” you argued.
“You’re gonna get what you want,” he reasoned. “I promised you that, didn’t I?”
You sighed, leaning your head back against the pillow.
“Yeah, you did,” You grumbled. “But I thought, you know, it’d be some time tonight and wouldn’t take forever-oh!”
In your exasperation, you failed to notice the devilish look on Chuuya’s face as he dove in to lick your slit firmly. He ended it with a flick to your clit with the tip of his tongue.
When you returned your gaze to him, the sight was almost too much to bare. His eyes danced with gloating. Your thighs framed his handsome face.
The admiration turned into more ecstasy as he continued.
He gave you another unyielding lick and then began to suck on your clit. You moaned shamelessly, burying your hands in his hair. When you tugged at his roots, his groan reverberated into you in the most wonderful way. Spurred on, he shoved two fingers back inside of you.
It was clear you wouldn’t last long. His tongue curled around your clit now, with the tips of his fingers crooking against you from the inside. Your eyes slammed shut and your mouth gaped open. Sparks flew in the darkness of your vision. And before long, you came while crying his name.
His mouth continued to work you through it. On the onset of overstimulation, you whined and pulled his hair harder.
Chuuya pulled away with a lopsided grin. “Tapping out already?”
Too dazed to shoot a quip at him, you nodded with a grin of your own.
He released your legs, paused to gently kiss your scar, and made his way up your body. His lips met yours again, and you could taste yourself on his tongue.
“I’ve missed you,” he said, resting his forehead against yours. “Missed this too.”
“Same here,” you murmured.
Though the moment was tender, your heart was still racing. Reuniting with Chuuya made you feel so relieved. And he made you feel safe, loved, and taken care of.
But you couldn’t help but notice how hard his dick was against your thigh.
Your hand reached down and palmed the outside of his boxers, earning a stuttering gasp from him.
“Now we gotta take care of you.”
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[E] Port Mafia, Armed Detective Agency
non-requested! pm execs n ada x reader — children mention ﾉ f!reader, fluff and smut, song. in depth descriptions, use of 'yuu,' p in v, making love, praise, slight nipple play + lactation, missionary: fukuzawa. use of 'rintatoru,' not listening to doctors orders, mention of labor, cunnilingus, breeding kink, lactation, praise: mori. fingering, use of 'tetsuo,' soft sex, p in v, whimpery male, missionary, overstimulation, teasing: kunikida. teasing, doggy, p in v, choking, he says "shut up," creampie: chuuya. teasing, fingering, slight dumbification, spooning: dazai. reader is called a bitch, doggy-ish, over a counter, bondage using his gift, p in v: akutagawa.
about the artist! havin' technical difficulties, so formatting and headers r gonna look different for a couple of weeks. gunna post dis rn n do atsushi n hirotsu tmmr
FUKUZAWA, KUNIKIDA, DAZAI, 'N ATSUSHI !
YUKICHI FUKUZAWA never openly accepted the idea of having children, though he never rejected it either. Perhaps seeing you be so motherly and caring towards Ranpo and Yosano had sparked a bit of feeling inside of him. That's exactly how you ended up with two children, scratch that—three children running around your home because Ranpo had joined in. When Fukuzawa walked through the door of his home, he definitely wasn't expecting this. Though the sweet sound of your laughter brought a smile to his face, along with how you carefully tended to your hyper active children.
"Oh? Papa's home! Go bother him," you whisper to the twins, one boy, one girl. "You might as well go too, Ranpo." You chuckle and ruffle the boy's hair as a faint blush appears on his cheeks. He listens to you; although, his approach to your husband was a lot calmer than the 6-year-olds attacking his legs. Fukuzawa notices the soft look in your eyes when he pats Ranpo on the head, picking up his little girl who blows a raspberry at his little boy.
It's not too long until it's bedtime. The kids must've gotten their rough and hard sleeping from you as they're knocked out 3 minutes after you both tuck them in. Ranpo says goodbye, looking at Fukuzawa strangely before leaving. The second your husband closes the door his hand rests on your waist, "We should have another." Slightly taken aback, you question his words to be met with a kiss. "I know I'm getting old, but let's try for another, yes? I miss your stomach and seeing you play with them...I just- I want to put another inside of you." You chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Yes, yes, just bring me to bed."
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Your whimpers and moans are music to his ears. He feels your delicate hands ghost along the many scars implanted into his skin. Amazement always filled you when you felt and saw no scar on his back, he was a true swordsman in the eyes of many. But he simply loses that title with you the second your nails cast temporary wounds onto his skin. Bumps and redend skin follow the path of your nails with every deep thrust into your cunt. His mouth his pressed to yours, tongues entangled in a dance to (unfortunately) keep those lovely sounds of yours from your children's ears.
"Yuu, Yuu!" you sigh his name, chest lifted in the air with each thrust. "Shh, shh, you're doing so well for me, darling. Just a little longer," he coos, lips latching onto your breasts, as if he didn't speak those words rounds ago. "I c-can't! No more," you whine with glossy eyes.
Fukuzawa detaches from your nipple, snapping his hips to your. "I promise, it'll be all over. Just one more time. Let me fill you one more time," he whispers soothingly, pressing his lips to the tears that slip.
Your heels dig into his lower as he peppers your face in kisses. You've never felt more love than now when he touches you so gently, lips, hips, and fingertips. "Oh, that's it. That's it darling, I can feel you," he whispers into your neck with his calloused hand pressed to your tummy. You nod feverishly, whimpers escaping your parted lips. "Come with me?" Fukuzawa whispers, speeding his hips up a bit, "Cum with me." There's a slight growl in his voice that you notice, one that sends you over the edge, clamping harshly around his cock. "Thatsitthatsitthatsit! Oh, good girl," he whispers, dumping yet another load inside of you. There are chuckles and rough breathing in the air as you both come down.
"Lay down, let me clean you up."
DOPPO KUNIKIDA is not bold, he's blunt. It was funny how long it took him to talk to you. It was obvious that he was falling and falling hard for you, hell, you found solace in his idealist ways. You laughed and agreed with most of the things inside his notebook. When Dazai showed you Kunikida's notebook, you couldn't help but chuckle at how...extreme the 58 requirements fit a spouse were, but also at how you fit every single one. Hence, it wasn't a surprise when you started dating, or when he got down on one knee, or when two little boys are chasing their younger sister around. The oldest is 7, the middle being 6, and the baby girl being 5.
The door clicks and the children instantly stop. "Daddy!" your little girl shouts, (surprisingly) dodging her brothers like a pro to reach the door. The second it opens three children attack Kunikida's legs making him fall over. A gleeful chuckle leaves your lips at the sight, and it was like music to his ears. He struggles to get up trying to pry the children off of him to no avail. "Boys! Baby girl, come here!" you kneel, outstretching your arms to be met with your children.
Kunikida couldn't help but smile at the sight, watching as you easily usher them to the bathroom for the bedtime routine Kunikida carefully crafted. "Welcome home, dear!" he hears you shout. He couldn't help but blush at how well you handled them, organizing the rowdy children. "Your an excellent mother, my love. You could've let me help," he whispers when you close the door to their shared bedroom. "It's alright, dear. You do enough," you press a loving kiss to his lips. "You know... because you're such a good mother, why don't we try for another one?" he hesitantly whispers looking at the wall. A soft chuckle leaves your lips, "I thought that was against the ideals in your notebook." He hears the tease in your voice. He sighs with a smile, "It can change."
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"A-Ah! Tet-Tetsuo!" You whine his name, thighs trembling around his forearm. His fingers curl into just the right spot, having your cunt spasm in his fingers, coating it in another layer of cum. "Fuck," you sigh, sniffing in overstimulation. "Shh, darling. Breathe," he coos, with a kiss to your lips. His fingers slip from your heat, tips to his lips before he cleans his hand of your cum. Your eyes travel to the red tip peeking from his black boxers. Pre-cum beads at the head, rolling down to stain the fabric. "Need it," you whisper, lips locked onto yours. "Need it." Kunikida shushes you with another kiss, sliding down his boxers carefully.
"I'm giving it to you," he whispers, lining his tip to your entrance. Kunikida near whimpers when he slides in to the hilt. Your pussy gripping him like a vice. You could swear he almost came from it. "Ah, you feel so good, my love."
Your fingers grip onto the flesh of his biceps, taking his slow yet deep thrusts like always. An uncharacteristic whine leaves Kunikida's lips when your heels dig into his back, pushing him deeper into you. "Oh, fuck—" you curse, "Come on baby, you have more stamina than that." You feel him shudder above you, fingers tangled in his hair. "Come on baby, come on," you coo, desperation filling your voice the more you speak. "I am, I am," he whisper, letting out a shaky moan. Kunikida's hips speed up, his breaths coming out in sighs and huffs. "Another. Are you alright with another?" Kunikida whimpers. You feverishly nod, "Mhmmhmmhm!"
Kunikida hisses as he cums, teeth gritted in pleasure when you yank his hair. Rough pants are heard you both come down from your highs. "Really want that baby huh?" You tease Kunikida. He smiles kissing your cheek. "We'll have to try a couple more times, my love."
OSAMU DAZAI shouldn't have kids. He of all people having kids? Plural? It's a recipe for disaster isn't it? Yet, he's somehow seduced a beautiful woman like you (much to Kunikida's surprise) who accepted him, and even gave birth. Dazai was never one for showing weakness, even the possibilty of it was enough for him to abstain from...activities (without protection at least).
You stand in the kitchen, cooking dinner as your three children run around the house. Dazai, and your two boys throwing toy balls and invisible bullets at one another. With a sigh you bang a metal spoon into a pot. "Come on, soilders! Time to eat!" Dazai smiles, clapping. "Go sit down! Mama mad us dinner," he smirks, chasing them to the table. "What's for dinner?" Dazai smiles, sitting down at the table. "Your favorite! Canned beans," you set down the can in front of him, he bites his lip, looking up at you. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding," you set down the day's dinner, smiling at eager the kids are to eat.
After dinner, the kids rush to their rooms for their bedtime routine as you clean. You feel Dazai's hands glide along your waist. "Your touchy today, what do you want?" Dazai frowns in fake offense, "Ah~ I'm appalled you think something as simple as touching you means—" You glare at him, making him stop his sentence. "Dazai?" He sighs, rolling his eyes, "Okay fine, your—" Then the kids yell from their room for you to come tuck them in. "We'll talk about it," you whisper. "Sure! Talk..."
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Dazai inhales, smelling the scent of the soap you use. "Mm, you smell so good!" he whispers into your neck. Your bare back is to his chest as you lay down in your shared bed. Your leg is lifted as his lithe fingers explore the insides of you, slick coating his hand. A whine in ripped from your lips as his fingers curl inside of you. He chuckles when your hips jolt, "You alright? Can't handle it?" You huff at his teasing, "I want more. You know that, please." Dazai kisses the back of your neck. "Come on, beg. You know how to do it," he whispers.
"Baby, please. Please, I need your cock," you plead in a whisper, eyes glossy as his fingers remain filling you. "Please?" You hear him hum, then the sound of a zipper follows. You feel his mushroom tip rub between your folds. "Osamu Dazai, stop playing with me," you curse, only to moan when Dazai's hips buck up against you. "Oh! Fuck—!" Dazai pats your thigh, "Quiet. Don't wanna wake up the kids, do you?" A whimper leaves your lips as Dazai's arms wrap around your waist, hips smacking your ass.
You feel your stomach tightening, hips stuttering at Dazai's thrusts. One of his hands moves up to play with your nipples, driving you closer to an orgasm. A light whimper leaves your lips as your thighs quiver, forced open by your lover's hand. "Baby, I—Oh shit," you curse, eyes crossed and lashes fluttering. You cum hard on his cock, rolling over on your stomach.
Dazai smiles at the shaking of your body, your eyes unfocused and clouded with lust. He lifts your hips with smack to the sore flesh of your ass. "Come on girl, we're not finished."
ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA
MORI, CHUUYA, AKUTAGAWA, 'N HIROTSU !
OUGAI MORI isn't—wasn't, exactly suited for the role of father. An underground doctor like him with such skills and ideals aren't meant for the eyes and ears of children. Nor is a mafia boss willing to do any and everything. And yet, when he saw you coming to him for help, he couldn't help but think of the future. And when he touched you so delicately, you couldn't help but think of the future.
It was a surprise, a good one, but a surprise nonetheless. His hand touched your swollen belly, rubbing it softly as he whispers to your baby. He'd never admit it, though he was extremely excited for the child you call your son to be born. And the day you went into labor was a hectic one, he was hesitant about allowing the knowledge of you to even his trusted subordinates, but he did. You rested in the room hidden behind his office, suffering through labor as an ungodly amount of security was put around the 'Mori Corporation' building. Then there was a cry, and then he smiled.
Your son was only 3 weeks now. Handling a newborn was certainly a hassle, but handling your husband was much harder. His eyes never left the pudge you have, nor your breasts when it was time to feed your child. "Six weeks, Rintarou. It's been three and a half," you huff at his fake pout while he soothingly rubs your sides. "Aw, come now, dearest. You're perfectly fine! Just—Just the tip?" he pouts, earning a glare from you. "You look too good!" And then there was an insane amount of skepticism on your part. "I look "too good"? Your baby has made my body...this. I'm in sweatpants, Rintarou," you speak bluntly.
The look of disbelief and offense on your husband's face surprised you. "Oh no, that's not going to work. It seems I'll have to convince you to take that thought back. May I? Dearest."
0:34 ─●──────── -4:35
"A-Ah! Rin-Rintar—mmph!" Your fingers are tangled in his jet black hair, nails raking against his scalp, his lips mouthing at your pussy. "We're supposed to wait!" You whine, thighs tightening around his head. Mori is fully aware its typical for women to wait 6 weeks before engaging in intercourse, but unfortunately, he couldn't wait. You look gorgeous, and he hates that you believe otherwise. His lips kiss your tummy, teeth nipping at the skin. His gloved hands knead your plush skin. Mori's tongue dips between your folds, lapping up the slick your cunt can't help but produce, that nose you love so much bumping against your clit.
He lifts his head from in between your legs, grinning down at you. His lips press a kiss to your wrist; a satisfied sigh leaves his lips when your fingers carefully tug the hair tie from his hair. "Do me a favor?" His left hand cups your cheek, his thumb ghosting along your lip before your teeth hook onto the glove, tugging it from his skin. "Thank you."
Mori's lips roam around your body as if inspecting it for the first time. His right hand trails down to your vulva, teasing the wet folds. Every kiss, every squeeze, every touch, he whispers praise. "So beautiful," he whispers, lining his cock to you; he rolls his hips into you, his cock sliding into you.
Those violet eyes roam your trembling form, locking on your breasts. His hands cup the mounds of flesh, squeezing them gently; the look on his face suggests he's relishing in your reactions. Mori leans down, his lips encasing your hard bud, running his tongue along it carefully. "Ah! Rin, your gonna—!" A whine leaves your throat when he sucks on your nipple, the familiar feeling of milk being pulled from you. The cream colored liquid streams from you into his lips and onto his large hand. He hums at the taste, his eyelashes flutter closed. The way you whine and clench around him almost made him cum right there. Perhaps that altered his brain. Possibly having two mini you's running around isn't so bad. His eyes are clouded with an animalistic lust, hips rutting into you in desperation.
"Oh, we have to make another one."
CHUUYA NAKAHARA didn't think he'd even remotely get to the 'settle down' phase. He definitely didn't think there'd be a mini ginger giggling in his arms while he attempts to grab his hat. "If he gets your height, I'm crying," you'd tease, earning a glare from him. A chuckle leaves your lips at his expression, though your voice soon quiets as you watch Chuuya admire his son. Hands carefully touching his cheeks, ghosting over his light eyelashes, and comparing hands. The baby giggles, looking up at his father with wide and curious eyes. "Don't grow up too fast on me, little sheep." His voice is a whisper as he playful puts a fist to the baby's chin, "Or I'll beat you up."
With a smile, you walk up and kiss Chuuya's cheek, then your son's forehead. "No fighting boys." Chuuya shrugs, "We're not fighting, mommy. Are we?" he looks down at the laughing baby. "He says no."
Chuuya walks after you carrying the 5-month-old in his arms. "Speaking of fighting, momma. I think we should try...I don't know...a little fighting in bed?" You chuckle and turn around, opening the door to the nursery. "Really?" You smirk. Chuuya shrugs, "We haven't done it in a while. Y'know, we could try while the cockblocker is asleep." A hum leaves your lips as you easily slip the baby from Chuuya's grasp, laying him down to get ready for nap. "Mm, if you ask nicely," you whisper, patting the baby's back. Chuuya sighs, "Please."
0:34 ─●──────── -4:35
"Shit—" Chuuya curses, face buried in your neck. His hands are beneath him, rubbing along the sides of your arched back. His hips snap into your ass. A breathy moan leaves your lips, "Tryna fill me up, huh?" Chuuya laughs into your skin. "Gotta make my baby's mama feel good. I'm not the only one who's—fuck!"
Chuuya's hips stutter, balls tightening when to clamp around him. "Come on, pm executive. You gotta have more stamina than that," you tease, fingers entangling in his messy and long hair. You hear a 'tch' come from your lover before his hips speed up, thrusts harder and faster as you yelp in surprise. "Oh? That surprised you didn't it?" Chuuya laughs, pressing sloppy kisses to the back and sides of your neck, "Trust me. Your gonna learn what it's like to deal with a Port Mafia executive." You let out a breathy moan, attempting to keep up the teasing, "Yeah we'll see shortly," you chuckle, "Get it? Cuz your a shorty and we're cumming—"
You feel a hand wrap around your neck, interrupting your words. "Shut up," he whispers, lifting you up to his chest, enjoying the choked moans leaving your plump lips. He turns your head, lips connecting to yours. He sighs as your eyelids flutter closed, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. "Chuu—Chuuya," you whisper into his lips, cumming hard when his hand presses down on your lower stomach.
As you squeeze around him, trying to milk his cock for all its worth, he cums, thrusts slowing until he lets you fall into the pillows. His softened cock slips from you, though he can feel arousal pooling as he watching his cum ooze from your pussy. He leans down, lips on the shell of your ear.
"Ready to take this "shorty" again?"
RYŪNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA hadn't expected for you to get pregnant. Hell, he didn't think he'd have a girlfriend, much less sex. Gin teased him about his shocked reaction when he found out. Nevertheless, he's a nervous father. He didn't even pick up the baby for the first day until you forced him to. He's bold, but somehow he got timid once his little girl was born. Well, when she was first born. Now that she's one, he's gotten a whole lot bolder.
"Mama, look!" Your little girl runs around, burning this energy from an unidentifiable source. Neither you, nor Akutagawa have this much energy. Perhaps it was just because she was a child, but it's exhausting nonetheless. "I'm looking!" You shout, 100% not looking, though you feel as if she's about to her herself using your "Mommy Instincts," Akutagawa calls it. "Babe," you call, seconds later you hear his voice groan "Rashomon!" in slight annoyance. When you look over, your daughter has a black strip wrapped around her middle, the little seconds away from running into the TV stand. "Thank you," you whisper, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Akutagawa sighs, setting your daughter down to play. You get up, cleaning the kitchen so not to build up mess when cooking dinner later. Then two arms wrap around your waist the "scary gangster" of a baby daddy you have resting behind you. One of his hands dips under your pant line. "Ryu," you whisper, "The kid." You hear him hum.
"Said kid is knocked out on the floor," he whispers back, kissing your neck. "Doesn't mean she can't wake up soon." Akutagawa huffs, "She's a cockblocker, one who's asleep. And who's also, a hard sleeper." You turn, glaring at the man. "Are you serious?"
0:49 ─●──────── -3:50
"Bitch, bend over," he curses, pushes your front down on the counter. "Let me bend over, damn!" You whisper-shout, "And you call me a bitch again, I'm stabbing you with that kitchen knife." Akutagawa grunts, mumbling a 'whatever' and he pulls down your pants, letting them pool at your ankles.
You feel his tip push into you and whine. Before you can cover your mouth, Akutagawa goes it for you, rasping "Rashomon," before strips of black wrap around your mouth and hands. Your eyes water from the situation, though you don't ask him to stop or slow down. He buried himself to the the hilt, hisses at how you clench around him. A muffled moan leaves your lips. "What was that about this being a crazy idea?" he whispers with cold lips pressed to the shell of your ear.
Akutagawa grunts, eyes trained on the sleeping toddler in your living room. His hips smack against your ass, his length reaching all of the right spots. "Ryu!" You whine although it's muffled. "Ryu!" he almost laughs at the desperation you have in your voice. "Ah~" he whispers, lithe fingers digging into your sides. He begins to curse in your ear, hips speeding up as your toddler shifts on the floor. Your feet flex, knees buckling in pleasure. "Fuck—" he curses, biting into your shoulder as he cums. The bite sends arousal through you, drool pooling out of the corner of your lips, your cum coating his cock.
Your little girl sniffs, getting up off of the floor as Rashomon quickly disappears. "Mommy?" She looks at the two of you with confusion. "Just lay down baby, gimme a second."
RYŪRŌ HIROTSU
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Hi!
I'd like to request something with Mori Ougai (bsd) being head over heals for someone in the port mafia (who has the same status as Chuuya, but I can't remember what it's called, sorry...). Preferably ending with smut.
I couldn't find of you were open for requests or not, so sorry if this comes at the wrong time, and also okey if you decide to not Wright this, thank you either way
Doctor Knows Best (Mori Ougai x Reader)
𝗔/𝗡: 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗺𝗮𝗼. 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆, 𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁-𝘂𝗽 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝘂𝗻. 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁! 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 :)
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?
If you’re being honest, you’re more surprised that he hasn’t pulled you from your position yet.
It’s been a while since you’ve had a real command from him. One that really required your status as an executive of the Port Mafia, anyway. If it wasn’t dealing with paperwork or handling intelligence or giving orders from the safety of a nice cushy, building, it was just simply lying around. Waiting for something to do. Waiting for a reason to be here. Of course, you know you still have use here. Your status as a senior member and your special ability is what got you to rise in the ranks so quickly when you were much younger. But you’re not getting any younger like this. You’re not being very helpful like this. As helpful as you know you could be, at least. However…
“Breathe in for me, my lovely.”
You’re positive Mori is too into the idea of you being helpful right now. At least, not after the incident.
That’s really the only plausible explanation for your situation right now. That’s the only way you can explain how you ended up in his old doctor’s office in the Port Mafia’s base in just a nightgown after he heard you coughing over breakfast in your room. He even made sure to give you a personal escort and everything. That is to say, he took you by the hand and fussed over you every second of the way - even in front of your subordinates.
Now, if it were up to you, you would have chosen to be anywhere beside his examination table with all the top bottoms of your dress undone and the fabric settling dangerously around your shoulders as he goes through his usual routine of diagnostics. You would have chosen to be absolutely anywhere- except this close to him. And at the moment? You’re more than exasperated enough to make it known to him.
“Mori, I’m fine!” You insist with a frustrated huff. However, you do end up giving in very quickly and giving him a deep breath in and out as he presses the cool metal of the stethoscope against your skin. You keep your eyes adverted, not at all willing to give into his overly concerned self. But your compliance ends up putting a small smile on his face that you’re able to spot just out of the corner of your eye- something that warms your cheeks and flusters you greatly. Still, you’re not willing to go down without a fight. Even if the man you’re duking it out against just so happens to be your very, very smug boss. “The other doctor said I’d be good to get back in the field three weeks ago! You can’t keep doing this.”
At your protest, Mori just lets out an absent hum. Almost as if he doesn’t have a care in the world as to what you have to say or think or do. But you know deep down inside that’s a line. After all, he wouldn’t be showing this much concern over your health after the explosion you were in a couple months ago if he didn’t care about you. He wouldn’t be ditching the fancy black suit in favor of a measly little doctor’s coat and old purple button-up if you were someone else. Because you know he hasn’t done it to anyone- not even the other executives.
And that’s what makes you so upset. That’s what makes you so frustrated. That’s what makes things so unfair.
“A second opinion is common practice in the medical field, my dear.” He responds to you easily as a look of concentration passes over his face while he takes your readings. And it just makes you want to scream with just how quickly he’s able to brush you off. Though it looks like the anger had crept onto your face a little more than you were anticipating. Because all too soon, he’s taking the hand he put on your shoulder to keep you still and cupping at your chin to turn your head to meet his red eyes directly, a tight smile on his face. “And it’s Dr. Ougai, sweetheart. Remember who you’re talking to.”
You swallow a little nervously at his gaze, but in reality, you know you have nothing to fear. He’s been tough on you before. He’s been tough on you and your fellow executives plenty of times before. Yet one measly explosion and a moderate concussion later, you’re just now allowed to have unsupervised time in front of a computer. And that thought now only serves to annoy you further. Way, way, way further.
“I know exactly who I’m talking to.” You bite out, half a snarl curling at your lips. Mori only raises an eyebrow at you- expression amused and a little too playful for your liking. But you don’t give him the time of day to suck the joy out of your rebellion. You’ve just about had it with his coddling. You’ve just about had it with his constant nagging and the way he looks at you. Like you need to be protected. Like walking out of that explosion wasn’t a possibility that came with your job. Like you couldn’t handle the lifestyle you’ve signed up for yourself. You’ve just about had it. “I’m talking to my boss. The one who refuses to give me orders and let me do my job. The one who keeps calling me weak by never telling me what to-”
And unfortunately right now…
“You want orders?”
…he’s listening loud and clear.
For the first time in a while, Mori addresses you with a sharp tone. One that reminds you of what it means to be in the Mafia. To be skating on thin ice. But it’s what you wanted. That’s what you asked for. So that’s what you get. You made your bed. It’s only right that you’d sleep in it too.
“Yes.” You answer quietly, keeping your voice nice and even to avoid showing any emotion.
“Yes, what?” He shoots back almost immediately. The amused expression that was once on his face is gone- replaced by lips set in a straight line and half-lidded eyes that present all the seriousness that you would expect from a mafioso. And maybe it’s because you’ve been out of the game for a while than you’d like to be. Maybe it’s because of all this coddling and hand-holding that he’s been doing with you. Maybe it’s all that and a combination of more that made you feel so soft. So weak. Whatever it is, you have no doubt that it’s the very thing that caused you to let out another nervous swallow despite your best efforts to hide it. One that he notices easily. One that he addresses just as easily too. “Say it.”
“Yessir.” You tell him, nearly slurring over your words in order to get them out in time. Back straight and tall. Eyes forward. Body stiff. Like a good soldier should. Like a good soldier should. But that’s the thing. That’s the thing about him that you didn’t get. It’s the fact that he didn’t want a soldier.
“Good girl.”
He just wanted you.
You were slow to understand that until the final second. But the second you heard the purr of his compliment, you can’t help but feel it. You couldn’t help but feel like you had melted. Softened up a little bit. In a way that you’d like. In a way that Mori appreciated.
And of course, as seconds passed by, things became more and more clear to you. After all, you think there’s very little that needs to be explained when your doctor and your boss all but tear the stethoscope from his ears and toss it elsewhere in favor of surging forward and wrapping his arms around you. And you know there’s even less to be explained when those warning arms start creeping up the back of your nightgown and settling a little dangerously on your hip. And even less than that his deep, velvety voice is no longer spouting compliments. Instead- they’re pressing themselves against your neck and your collarbone and your shoulders and the valley between your breasts as he makes quick work of tugging down your already scandalously low-hanging dress even lower. In between the kisses he presses to your lips, of course.
And by the time your mind catches up with your body, you swear everything about you is overheating. The mere sensation of rough fingertips brushing over your bare skin- taking extra care to trace your new scars and your faded wounds- it’s enough to send you whining. And the mere sensation of his lips against your body- the little nibbles and the softness of his lips spreading here and there- it’s enough to send you squirming. Breaking you down and building you back into his image. Almost as if every time insisted you see a doctor or you take a break or you hold off going back to work was all in preparation for this one moment.
“You want orders, princess?” He asks you finally, and you are not sure you have enough fire in your belly left to answer like the mafioso you’re supposed to be. Not that he cares. Not that he wanted that anyway. Because he wouldn’t have gone through all the trouble of making you soft and pliable and desperate for his approval and his commands if that’s what he wanted for you, now would he. “You want to be my good girl?”
As if that switch that was flipped on inside of you is now up and at full force, you start nodding your head like a mad woman. Like this was what you made for me. For following his orders. For following his lead. Whether it’s killing in his name. Whether it’s moaning his name. As long as he tells you to do it. As long as he commands you to do it. Then’s enough for you. In fact, it’s more than enough for you.
“Then lay back and open your legs for me, darling.”
After all…
“You can do that for your Doctor, right sweetheart?”
…Dr. Ougai knows best.
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I want to strap mori down on a cold exam table and edge him. I crave to break this man and reduce him to moans and whimpers. <3
Oh god yes
He’s been stabbed, shot, electrocuted, tortured, but he’s never been broken
Until you,
what you do to him?
It has him screaming, crying and begging, sobbing as you stroke his needy cock. You’ve been doing this for god knows how long, and you still haven’t let him cum.
“(N-name)! Please! Oh please let me cum!” He whimpers out, thrashing against the restraints
His body is trembling, hot and sweating against the cool metal of the table he’s attached to. His legs are spread, forced apart due to the cuffs on his ankles, and his hands are the same, each of the cuffs on the corners of the table
His face is flushed red, eyes half lidded and nearly crossing, mouth open with absolutely filthy noises escaping his lips
He doesn’t know how many times you’ve edged him, he just knows that he wants to cum
You had edged him with your hands, with a flesh light, with vibrators. And god, he didn’t fucking care how he cums just that he does
You sped up your pace, the shlick shlick shlick sound reverberating throughout the room along with moris moans
Oh fuck, he was right on the edge, just a little more-
“No, not yet,” you say, cruelly taking your hand off of him
He sobs, little droplets falling down his face
He’s crying, actual tears falling down his face
Finally… you thought, watching as he sniffles, face contorted in pleasured agony
“Don’t worry sweetheart, it’ll all be worth it” you say lowly, brushing the sweaty strands of black hair from his face
He whimpers in response, and you feel yourself throb
The great mori ougai, reduced to nothing but a mess by your hands
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I want him. So bad. I need him.
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hi! by any chance, are you taking requests rn? just read your office sex piece and i love it so much that i want to request something similar but with mori. and then the s/o is extra daring (almost audacious lol) and more mischievous.
Yes, my requests are always open although it may usually take more time to respond to some. I didn't go for an s/o this time but I hope you still enjoy it♡ It has the spice
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𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡☆
𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
I suppose I'll indulge you. After all, you did such a great job.
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut\\
The Port Mafia didn't usually work with individual assassins, but this situation was different. A highly influential official was sticking his nose in the organization's business and he had to be dealt with. Of course, Mori could use one of his own assassins, but he would risk creating a connection which could be traced back to him. So he decided to commission you for the job.
One morning as you were leaving the house you noticed an envelope in front of your door. You picked it up and gently opened it, procuring the note inside it.
It was handwritten in cursive and contained general information about the job. Your eyes scanned the paper, lingering on the last words:
"Payment will be made after the job is done
at *inserts address*"
A smile rose to your lips as you considered the proposal. Killing a political figure will be quite a challenge, but it will be fun. You quickly contacted your informant and asked for further information about the official. You spent the evening reading articles about him.
'Younger wife, two kids... will be attending the annual gala at Tokyo Imperial Hotel tomorrow night. Easy game' you thought with a smirk
The following day around midnight you parked your car in front of the black building. Following the instructions on the note, you went up to the 19th floor where two armed guards waited for you. They checked for weapons then motioned you towards the black door at the end of the hallway. As you entered the room, the two doors closing behind you with a thud, you heard the voice of a man. He was seated at a mahogany desk in the middle of the room.
"Ah, miss Y/N. I've been waiting for you. I assume the job is completed."
You nodded, procuring your phone from your purse and opening the first news channel.
"Tokyo official found dead earlier this evening in front of the Tokyo Imperial Hotel. The police ruled it as a suicide, the man having jumped from the window of his room" you read out loud.
The man chuckled lowly and intertwined his fingers in front of him.
"That's just marvelous, dear." he said, extending a gloved hand for you to shake "Mori Ōgai. Nice to finally meet you, miss Y/N"
You shook his hand, your eyes taking in his features.
"So, miss. I believe it's time we discuss payment." He reached for one of the drawers of his desk and took out a cheque and a pen. "How much do I owe you?"
You chuckled, resting a hand over the piece of paper. From that angle, your cleavage was on full display for him.
"Didn't you say that you don't want any connections between you and the murder? Money can be traced. What if the police decides to investigate further?"
The man noticed the look of mischief in your eyes, a sinister smile rising to his lips.
"And what do you propose we do about that?"
You leaned forward, your face awfully close to his.
"There are other ways we can settle this"
One of Mori's hands went to your face. His fingers traced the shape of your cheek, tucking a strand of hair being your ear before moving to the back of your head.
"There surely are. Got any ideas?"
He suddenly tugged at your hair, making you yelp.
"And talk fast. I don't have all night" mocked the man
"Well that's too bad, isn't it?" you replied in a honeyed voice.
His piercing gaze followed the line of your neck down to your breasts.
"I suppose I'll indulge you. After all, you did such a great job."
He pulled you forward, pressing your lips against his. The kiss was eager and deep, the taste of his tongue making your head spin.
When he eventually let go of your hair and broke the kiss, he leaned back in his seat, tilting his head.
"What? You gonna make me work for it?" you questioned with a playful rise of your eyebrow.
"Fair enough" he replied
With a swift move he got up from his seat and walked over to you. His hands went to your waist, picking you up with ease and placing you on his desk.
"Since you're such a big girl, tell me what you want me to do to you"
The knot in your belly tightened at the sound of his words. You licked your lips, slowly opening your legs.
"How about you use that tongue of yours for something else?"
He knelt, not breaking eye contact with you.
"As you wish, doll" Mori's lips left kisses along your thighs, biting from place to place and sucking on your skin. As he moved from one thigh to another, his nose would occasionally brush your clothed core, earning a whine from you.
"What, pretty? Don't like being teased?"
"Not at all" you replied sharply.
The man reached for the band of your underwear, sliding them off and discarding them next to him.
Mori's warm tongue slid along your wet core, licking your juices. He removed one of his gloves, his slender fingers tracing your folds.
"So wet for me already..." he uttered before gripping your hips and yanking you closer to him. He moved to your clit, tongue flicking at a merciless pace, a finger sliding inside you. Moans and whines left your lips as your head fell back.
"J-just like that so good"
He wasn't making you see stars but entire constellations, working you so well. Your body shook with each precise thrust of his finger, the knot in your belly tightening.
His tongue suddenly stopped and he got to his feet.
"Did I tell you to stop?" you spoke, grabbing his tie. "You were doing so well"
"I could tell, dear" he teased, scooping you up and walking away from his desk. "But why should you be the only one enjoying yourself?"
Mori placed you down in front of the large window, your heels clacking on the floor as you landed. He pushed you against the cold glass, the sudden change of temperature sending a shiver down your spine, and pushed your legs apart.
His gloved hand moved your dress, exposing your ass.
You could hear the sound of his fly going down, your hips slightly wiggling in expectancy.
"So eager, doll" he teased as his tip rubbed your entrance. "Just tell me when" he whispered in your ear.
"Please, Mori. I want y- ah" You jolted as he went inside. Your legs wobbled as he thrust his hips.
You knew how pathetic you looked, pressed against his window, taking everything he gave you. Tears formed at the corners of your eyes, clouding your vision. Mori's free hand snaked to your neck, seizing your chin.
"Look at the city, dear. You know it's mine, right?"
You nodded slightly as Mori looked at your reflection in the glass, chuckling.
"If only you could see your expression right now. So pretty just for me"
He turned your head over your shoulder, capturing your lips with his. His sudden, hungry kiss made something in you snap. His member was hitting the right spot, pushing you through your orgasm.
He groaned as he felt your walls tighten around him, picking up the pace.
The sound of his hips slapping against yours echoed through the room.
Soon, Mori's thrusts became sloppy, his legs slight shaking as he spilled his cum on your lower back.
He huffed loudly, wiping his seed off of you with his hand.
"Well, this was certainly refreshing" he said in a ragged voice.
You arranged your dress, finally turning to face him. His eyes were glazed with desire and his hair stuck to his forehead from place to place.
"Are you satisfied, miss?"
"Sure, but I wouldn't mind going for another round"
Mori closed the distance between you, cupping your cheek with his clean hand.
"Then come work for me. You can have me whenever you desire. And you'd be a valuable asset to my organization"
"A tempting offer, but I prefer to freelance"
He clicked his tongue in disapproval, slowly pulling away from you.
"Too bad. I would've loved to work with you'
Before leaving, you pressed a kiss to his temple. "If you ever need my services, don't hesitate to contact me" you said with a wink, earning a half smile from the man
"Goodbye, miss"
The black doors closed behind you as you walked down the dark corridor.
Little did you know that Mori was watching you from the window. He took in the shape of your body as you walked to your car, unlocking the doors and getting inside. He rested his forehead against the cold window, following the vehicle drive off until your taillights were engulfed by the dark.
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Heyy can you write Mori for A, F and S pls and Thank you<3
warnings: the author slandering mori for being old.
a/n: i swear i do like mori, i just also think he’s an old man with a full time job who probably doesn’t really think about sex that much.
nsfw alphabet prompts.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Aftercare with Mori is almost heavenly actually. He likes to pamper you in general and aftercare is no exception. This usually will consist of taking a bath together in his ceramic bathtub with floral scented bath oils, sitting in between his legs and his chest pressed against you back all while he hums praises in your ear. He likes to wash your hair sometimes too, conditioning it with expensive products imported from Italy and combing through with a ridiculously expensive hair brush. After the bath, he likes to rub lotion on your body just as an excuse to grope you a bit. It does feel nice though, his hands work magic at any knots and sore spots in your muscles. The night will end with the two of you cuddling in his obnoxiously huge bed with silk sheets, Mori pecking kisses on your soft skin, and the moonlight streaming in through the window.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
I’m gonna be real here and Mori only really likes missionary. He’s old and he has very little time or energy to waste so he’ll stick with what he knows and what he enjoys. Missionary is by no means boring. It’s intimate and it satisfies him.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Like I said before, Mori has very little time and energy so I don’t think he’ll have very much stamina. He has enough to last a round or two a couple times a week but that’s assuming his job allows him that much time. Mori does drag out sex though so it’s not like sex with him is unsatisfying. You’ll just be left waiting sometimes. Poor old man needs a break :((
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Male BSD Preferences [Smut]
Summary:
This is basically what some of the characters prefer on their S/O (Ass, Tits, Etc.)
TW: Explicit Sexual descriptions and implications, READ AT OWN RISK!!
Notes:
Whenever I see anime characters, men specifically, I'm always just trying to figure this out straight up from the get-go.. and while some of them are quite easy to decipher, others you have to dig deep to come up with something. Therefore some of these I immediately just HC from the get-go, and others I had to genuinely think about.
Jōno Saigiku:
He's blind, so he can't necessarily have preferences for anything visual.. But, he does love to sense you and your body. Whether it be squeezing your body or just smelling your perfume/natural smell, he loves it..
He loves to randomly touch you and does so a lot, though not in public, he can't afford for his reputation to be tarnished by squeezing your ass in front of his comrades..
Instead, he settles for coming into your barracks after a long day of work and hugging you from behind while you continue your daily tasks. He'll talk to you while he stuffs his face into your neck, talking about his daily mission, ranting about Tetchō and his food preferences, or just scenting you as he holds onto you in silence.. He'll never admit it because of his ego.. But he does love you, and is he won't say he loves you out loud, he'll just have to show you in more small, affectionate ways.
Tetchō Suehiro
Ass.. All day, there's no way this man ain't all about the ass.. But man is also stupidly obsessed with training, so he rarely gets his days off to come meet you..
Sometimes he doesn't even have to be hurt and he'll stop by the infirmary to squeeze your ass and rub his face into your neck while he tells you about his day..
He loves to fuck you into the mattress, squeezing your sides as his hips pound into your ass. It makes him happy to see the plap of his hips as he fucked you in either off your holes.. He doesn't care, he just wants to hold your face into the mattress as he makes you arch your back up into his dick while it pounds you stupid
Dazai Osamu
This is Dazai-"I love all women"- Osamu.. So you bet your ass he's all about any part of your body!-
He's constantly slacking off in the agency, so he's all the time in the world to play with you during the work day..
Whether it be light squeezes to your body or hugs that lead to him biting into your neck.. He's constantly coming up to touch you.
He'll be all over you in the most simplest ways so that no one can tell you're being naughty but he can still tease you all day until he finally brings you home to shake the foundations of your work dorm..
Mori Ougai (S/O is 18+)
Tits.. He's all about them.. And you have the perfect size to deliver.
He's always calling you to his office just to get a taste of them.. He'll make you sit on his lap and send of all the guards to wait outside canceling all his meetings until later. He'll have you on his lap in his office as he undoes the buttons off your shirt with his teeth, rutting his hips up into you to get friction..
He'll suck your breasts for hours, rubbing all over your body as he leaves hickeys and bites all across your chest.. He just can't get enough!
Sigma
Thighs.. He loves some thighs. He's rather shy about it, but after all of the patrons in the sky casino are taken care of and the day is over, he'll cuddle you up as you watch some Netflix show on the TV and squeeze your thighs.
He sometimes brings you to his office so he can have you sit in his lap while he does paperwork, the feeling of your plush thighs against his lap making him calm while he deals with stressful work..
But he also likes to have his dick between your thighs as he fucks them after a hard day of work. He'll hold his arms around your waist and hold you tight to his chest as he ruts up between your thighs, whimpering into your neck or hair
Nikolai Gogol
He doesn't care. What he likes doing.. Is using his ability to dick you down while you're away..
You'll be in your office working on some case and suddenly a portal opens underneath your bra, Nikolai's tongue flicking or to nurse on your nipples as another portal opens to fuck his large dick into your helpless pussy..
He's not against doing it in front of other people.. And he's embarrassed you a few times in front of Fyodor by randomly pressing his dick into you and fucking you HARD against the nearest surface your body lays on.
Needless to say, Fyodor wasn't very amused..
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