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oikasugayama · 4 months

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YOU CATCH HIM M@STURBAT!NG pt. 4

MDNI this is a NSFW series for adults. TW: dubcon in Mori & Tetcho's (if your only comment is "I don't agree with this" or "I don't like him" pls keep it to yourself! It's fanfic it's not real!)

pt 1. Fyodor, Poe, Chuuya | pt. 2 Fukuzawa, Kunikida, Dazai | pt. 3 Ranpo, Akutagwa, Ango | pt. 4 Sigma, Mori, Tetcho | pt. 5 Atsushi, Nikolai (Finale)

Sigma

He's learning what it is to be human after meeting the ADA and realizing he has free will. This includes learning what his own body does...

You've walked in on him touching himself many times. He'll be sitting in his office, tracing his dick through his pants, not knowing it's inappropriate that he didn't stop when you came in.

Another time he'll have his penis out under the desk, absentmindedly playing with it. When you come in he's like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar--all wide eyed and jumpy, "no i'm not doing anything, no you didn't interrupt." (you totally know what he must be doing)

Eventually you come in to find him hard, very obviously nearing an orgasm, his face is all red and he can't believe how good he's feeling. you're so desensitized to it at this point that you give him his afternoon tea anyway, and then ask him if he knows what porn is.

he says no?? what's that?? and you explain, to which he gets very excited so you bring up (on his own computer) a very tame video of someone getting a blowjob

"it's in her mouth??? he seems to really like it. what does that feel like???"

"I wouldn't know, I don't have a penis."

"you don't?"

"no, only men have penises."

that starts a whole other conversation about anatomy, and makes you start another video showing penis in vagina sex. this is when you start to feel weird and uncomfortable--maybe you shouldn't be showing him this. maybe he wasn't supposed to know this stuff and now it'll just cloud his mind so he can't work properly--

"can we try that?"

"HUH?"

"you said you have a vagina, i want to try that. can we?"

meanwhile his dick is still out, in hand, tip leaking pre-cum, and you're nearly throbbing wet but trying to play it cool.

"i mean... it's technically, like... you're only supposed to do this stuff in the privacy of your home with your partner, or someone who agrees to it if you don't have a partner."

"so if you agree we can go to my room, then. correct?"

you can't argue with his flawless logic.

Mori

There are certain rules at the PM that you cannot afford to break. One of them is that you must meet with any executive, especially the president himself, at any time they call for you.

when you wake up from a nap in your office to not one, but two missed calls from Mori himself, you panic, instantly thinking you're going to be fired for ignoring him. You know exactly what he wants and you're not supposed to be late for these meetings.

you rush to his office, sleep lines still smushed into the side of your face from falling asleep on your hands. you have to explain to two sets of guard that he called you twice and you were only now able to get to him, and they usher you into his penthouse.

he's not in his chair overlooking the city, instead he's lying on his bed under the covers. as soon as the door closes behind you, he sits up, frowning. shirtless.

"it's been 30 minutes since i called for you."

"i apologize, sir. i was unable to get here any sooner."

"why is that?"

"i was..." you think about lying but know it won't end well. "i had fallen asleep in my office, sir."

"why are you so far away? come closer."

you summon your courage and walk to his bed, and as you get closer you realize there's movement under the blanket around his lap...

"doesn't this bed look far more comfortable than your desk?"

"yes sir..."

"good. do you know why i called you, [y/n]?"

"no sir..." you pretend.

he pushes the blankets down, revealing that he's completely naked and furiously hard. his whole cock is blushing, the tip especially an angry red.

"and now?" he asks, to which you nod meekly. he holds his hand out to you, and you take it, letting him guide you to sit on the bed.

"if you finally let me breed that tight cunt of yours i may be inclined to overlook your tardiness."

Tetcho

you're one of the hunting dogs, and you're very adept at hand-to-hand combat. Tetcho trains with you regularly, enjoying how much endurance you have and how you manage to smile when you fight him. he quite admires you for it, actually, though he keeps it to himself

after beating him one day, you sigh as you stretch out a sore muscle and absentmindedly say that you wish there were higher stakes, because he's starting to get predictable.

this. pisses. him. off. he doesn't like being called predictable. he hates that you're losing interest in fighting him. he doesn't want you to train with anyone else, the idea makes him jealous.

he thinks about it too much for his own good, and more than once he's gotten an angry boner from it--he can't help it, alright. it happens when he's fighting you sometimes too but you've never noticed (or so he thinks)

he thinks up a way to up the stakes, to make it seem more important that you win against him, while simultaneously training privately in a new fighting style. then he waits...

finally, it happens. you happen to walk in on him while he's masturbating, and he can't help but laugh at the shocked look on your face.

"come here" he says, and you bark out a laugh, saying "no fucking way," and you try to leave his room, but he jumps up, grabs you, and drags you inside, closing the door behind you.

"you said you wanted to up the stakes, so i'm gonna up them." he says, pinning you between himself and the door. you try to shrink so his dick wont touch you, but he presses right against you.

"fight me. right now. fight me off and if you can't beat me, i get to fuck you."

"tetcho what the fuck??" you half-heartedly struggle against him, but he laughs and pins you arms above your head.

"you're out of your mind," you say, twisting your hands free and dipping under his arms.

"what, afraid to give me that pretty little pussy?"

"ew, don't talk like that!" you say, backing away from him, and he follows, strategizing how to catch you and get you in his bed

"what, you don't wanna take this fat cock in your tight little cunt?" he taunts, grabbing the base of his dick--this whole time he hasn't had pants on. your face flushes red and he doesn't miss how your eyes glance down.

he's pissed when he gets you in his bed only a minute and a brief scuffle later. "you held back," he grunts, ripping straight through your pants. "where's the fight, you mean bitch? you're tougher than that. you just want this cock huh?"

[if it wasn't obvious, he has a crush on you and you didn't fight back when he said he wanted to fuck you, because you also have a crush on him -.- pls stop leaving rude comments abt this post. i am just a person.]

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mncxbe · 1 month

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭...

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: nsfw, age gap implied, subby men~ they cry a bit, overstimulation, wish that was me

Men who live for those few hours between work and sleep that they get to spend with you. Their job is awfully stressful– just problems after problems and incompetent underlings they need to deal with every day. There's too much responsibility, too much pressure and weight on their shoulders, but you're always there to take it away.

Men who don't even bother with pleasantries before loosening their tie and grumbling about how tiring work is. When they slump on the cushy mattress in your bedroom you're right beside them, helping them take off their clothes while you listen to them vent about their day. "Don't worry, dear, I got you" you reassure them in that soothing voice of yours and they can already feel their frustrations melting away.

Men who let you take the lead, willingly submitting to you because they're so tired of always having to be in charge and ordering people around. It's a nice change of pace– them laying limp between the crisp sheets while you rock your hips against theirs, their cock nestled deep inside your sweet cunt. In moments like these, they finally allow themselves to slip off the mask they're forced to wear every day and just be.

Men whose minds go blank when you praise them for their work. Just knowing that you appreciate and value what they do, that you acknowledge their worries makes the knot in the pit of their stomach thighten. It doesn't take long for them to grip your hips and squirm under your weight, their breath coming out quicker, shallower as gruff moans fall from their lips. When they cum their whole body tenses up, milky white seed spilling deep inside you. "You're so good for me tonight, darling. Think you can take more?" you ask and of course they can. They're good for you, always.

Men who lose all their composure after you coax a few more orgasms out of them. They can barely keep their gaze locked on yours from that sweet mixture of pleasure of pain making their head spin– it hurts, they feel like they can't physically take it anymore, but they don't have the heart to stop you. After all, this is their only escape from those straining jobs and duties and if relishing this sheer bliss meant being so vulnerable and completely at your mercy they'd gladly do it.

Men who don't bother to hide the pretty tears brimming at the corner of their eyes and choke on heavy sobs as you keep riding them. "Poor you..." you coo, brushing away the tears with your fingertips, your touch soft as silk against their rougher skin "You really needed this didn't you darling?" They nod eagerly, hissing sharply when you start bouncing on their cock again– they can feel each drag of your gummy walls against his cock and it's driving them crazy. Frankly, the fact that they're still hard after cumming so many times is a miracle, but you seem adamant to get another orgasm out of them. "Come on, you can do it just one more. Wanna make sure you really fill me up this time, ok?" you urge nonchalantly as if his lap wasn't already covered in sticky cum and slick.

Men who cry out praises and thank yous as they reach their high for the nth time that night, their back slightly arching off the bed before melting back into the mattress. They peer at you through droopy eyes, their grip on your thighs or waist loosening as you lay on their chest with their cock still sheathed inside you. Their heart flutters when you kiss their face oh so softly and lovingly, they feel so warm and welcomed in your embrace and swear they could fall asleep like this every night. But hey, they actually can and do, because you're always there for them, ready to soak them in your love.

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺: 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢, 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐞, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐚, 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚, 𝐅𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐨, 𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚 (𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠)

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scaredpigeons · 2 months

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A debt, recurrent.

A sequel to A debt, repaid.

BSD Ogai Mori x fem!reader

NSFW 18+ MDNI

Authors Note: I had previously skirted around the idea of writing something that directly involved Elise, just because her existence is like— one of the major icky points of this character, but I had a request to do like a nanny!reader x mori, and I was like “how can I do this in cannon universe while making it make sense while also making sure it isn’t gross.” And this is what popped out. In this story, it is implied in this that Mori does not actively use Elise in any sexual activities, even though I have no idea if that’s been confirmed or denied in the manga/show. I just prefer the thought that he hasn’t. Makes me sleep better at night. That being said, I still don’t condone any actions associated with this character/the entire Lolita-loving trope, but being able to interact with things that have caused me trauma in the past in a Safe space makes me very horny happy. and I am so uncomfortably horny for this old man.

Word count: 5k

Synopsis: Mori needs to go to a meeting, and needs someone trustworthy to watch Elise. She chose you, much to your displeasure, and you spend the evening catering to her every whim. Mori returns home to find you in a vulnerable state, and who is he to refuse such a gift?

PLEASE READ WARNINGS BEFORE READING! DARK CONTENT WARNING! READ RESPONSIBLY!

CW: technically non-con somnophilia.(sexual actions while one party is asleep) Reader is into it, even though she tries to deny the fact that she is at first. Mori has very dark and possessive thoughts towards reader, reader doesn’t wake up until Mori is actively (p in v) fucking her. Touching, oral (fem receiving) fingering, very little vaginal prep, creampie, dirty talk. Mild aftercare, though it’s implied that he’s not actually done. ELISE IS NOT INVOLVED IN ANY NSFW CONTEXT, AND IS ACTIVELY TAKEN AWAY AND TUCKED INTO HER OWN BED BEFORE MORI DOES ANYTHING TO READER

You flinched at the sound of the door to the lounge swinging open, and very light footsteps accompanied by heavier, slower ones.

You were just trying to have lunch with your coworkers, and you certainly weren’t expecting to interact with the boss today, or his… ability.

”hmm…” the little girl seemed to tap her foot in thought, and you kept your head down, though if you looked up and to the side, you could see her shoes in the corner of your vision. You could see his shoes too, standing directly behind her.

“I want to play with… that one!” She said with a demanding tone that really grated your nerves. It’s not that you disliked children, you just despised spoiled brats, and Elise was notorious for being just so, which was exactly what Mori wanted from her, the sick bastard.

”Are you sure, my dear? That one has a bit of an attitude, I don’t know if she’d make the best playmate for you tonight.”

Your heart sank into your stomach. There were only two women in the lounge today, yourself and another young recruit who was well known for keeping her nose down and following orders without question.

Is it too late to throw yourself out a window? You're only on the fourth floor, it should be fine, right?

“I said I want that one!” The girl, if you can even call her that, stomped her foot with furious impatience. “Did you not tell me I could have whatever I wanted today, Rintaro?”

The boss of the port mafia sighed, the smile reading through his voice— you could hear it in his tone, though you refused to look up, still staring blankly at your sandwich as if you could disappear into it if you tried hard enough.

“Yes, that I did, my darling.”

Mori called your name, making everyone in the lounge snap their gaze to you.

If you weren’t so pissed off, you might’ve felt your cheeks heating up.

You stood, setting your sandwich to the side as you made your way to stand in front of your boss, back straight and eyes forward.

“Yes, boss.”

“Come with me, I have an assignment for you today.”

The entire walk to his office was silent, save for Elise whining about not wanting to see another tailor for another year. The girl seemed adamant about having enough dresses to last the rest of Mori’s life, and even threatened to cut that life short if he pushed her any further.

Could she even do that? Could an ability kill its user? You almost hoped she would actually try it.

When inside Mori’s office, he sat, gesturing for you to take the seat in front of his desk—which was strange, as most of the time his underlings would just stand to receive their orders.

Elise just wandered off, sitting in the corner with her pencils and paper.

“I’m going to be out for the rest of the day, well into the evening, and I need you to entertain Elise for me while I’m gone.”

You knew this was coming, but it still felt like a lead brick was sitting in your stomach.

“Why can’t you take her with you?” You hissed.

“I’m going to neutral ground for a very important meeting, where the usage of abilities will be prohibited.” Mori rested his head on his folded hands, his dark eyes flickering between yours, face unreadable.

“Then why can’t you just send her away?” You said, eyes flitting to the side as you kept your voice low, not wanting her to throw a fit because you were talking shit. “Just… release the ability, or whatever?”

Mori smiled, his head tilting to the side. He reminded you of a venomous snake. Beautiful to look at, dangerous to let close.

“It takes a lot of energy to reform her once she’s gone, you know. I have to be at peak condition in case of emergencies. Why else do you think I keep her around, give her a room on my floor of the building, and take her with me wherever I go?”

Because you’re a fucking pervert.

“Because you’re sick in the head, Rintaro!” Elise voiced your thoughts aloud, chucking a crayon across the room that smacked your boss directly in the side of his head with an audible thwack.

Huh. Maybe the kid wasn’t so bad after all.

He merely smiled, as if he was as happy as he could possibly be.

“So you see, I need someone to watch over her, someone trustworthy, and entertaining.” He said, looking at you from beneath his long lashes. “And she just so happened to choose you.”

“You think I know how to keep a kid occupied? I’m probably the least entertaining person on the fucking planet.” You hissed, white knuckling the arms of the chair.

“I don't know,” he said, voice low and teasing. “I find you very entertaining.”

You certainly felt your face warm that time, and you couldn’t necessarily blame it on anger. You were pissed, sure, but it couldn’t be that hard, could it?

“Fine.” You said, crossing your arms across your chest. “But you owe me.”

He raises a sleek brow at you, as if surprised by your words.

“I owe you?” He said, voice light and airy. Deceptive, poised. Ready to strike. “What makes you say that? Am I not your employer? Do you not take your orders from me, from those above you in rank, little one?”

“Babysitting isn’t in my fuckin’ job description, asshole.” You hissed, somehow not afraid of the consequences. “So you owe me one.”

What, do you think he’ll give you special treatment because you let him fuck you?

Surprisingly, that almost seemed to be the case, as he merely relaxed back into his chair and smiled, his tired eyes roaming your body without a care in the world, as if you weren’t paying attention.

“Very well. If I’m satisfied with Elises care, I’ll owe you one.” He said.

Suddenly, his eyes turned very dark, his smile a tad more menacing. A snake in the grass, showing its colors.

“However, if she is displeased with your performance, I’ll have to implement some kind of corrective action, yes?”

You glanced off to the side, looking at where Elise was sat, scribbling on the paper in front of her like it wronged her somehow.

“Deal.” You said.

How hard can it be?

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Mori must've said something to the staff on his level, because once he left, Elise dragged you to a floor of the base that you’d only ever been to once before, and all the guards simply ignored your presence entirely.

They opened doors for you and the girl, closing them behind you, but otherwise there was no acknowledgment that you might’ve been somewhere you weren’t supposed to be. Completely unlike the last time you snuck in here, having to wait until the guards were switching shifts to sneak in unnoticed.

Elise was bratty, demanding, borderline unbearable. But you squared your shoulders and muscled through, just like you would any other job.

After dragging you around aimlessly for what felt like hours— she wanted a tea party, but you had to follow the dress code to enter, as per her rules. Which means you had to drag her all the way down to your apartment so you could bring that stupid fucking dress you’d bought upstairs, changing into it in one of the many bathrooms lining the halls.

Elise seemed satisfied though, and spent time putting little clips and bows in your hair, lining your wrists with bracelets and your neck with a couple little necklaces.

She requested sweets, and real tea, though you weren’t entirely sure if you brewed it properly, but she didn’t complain, only sipped it from her pink tea set and poured her gigantic teddy bear another cup.

“Do you really have to keep up the act even when he’s gone?” You asked, though you kept your voice small, as not to offend her.

“I am what he desires me to be.” She simply said, eyes closed, prim and proper as she sipped her tea, like a little girl pretending to be a princess.

“Were you always like this?” You asked, cringing a little.

“No.” She said, huffing. “People change, but Rintaro’s always had a few screws loose, so it only makes sense.” Hearing her speak such words in such a tiny little voice almost made you giggle.

”I suppose he’s lucky he has you, or he’d probably be in prison.” You rolled your eyes, then realized what you said, finally laughing a bit. “You know, for things besides being the boss of the port mafia.”

To your surprise, she let out a snort, sitting down her teacup as she giggled a bit.

“I’d like to see him locked up.” She said, “He wouldn’t last a day in there without me!”

That made you snort too, picturing your boss without all the luxuries of his rank was certainly amusing.

Your sick curiosity got the better of you, and you weren’t sure if she would answer, but you really wanted a reason to hate Mori, to get over the strange, twisted feelings that had been brewing in the pit of your stomach, so you tried to ask anyway.

“Has he ever…”

Her eyes thinned, and it didn’t look entirely like anger, but she certainly wasn’t giggling anymore.

“If your ability conjured the perfect knife to cut up strawberries for cake, would you turn around and try to use it to brush your hair?” She asked.

Your brow furrowed, trying to wrap your head around what she was saying.

She rolled her eyes, scoffing at your confusion. “I am a weapon. Whatever form I take is irrelevant to my use. You would want your knife to suit your own personal ideals, would you not?”

She didn’t outright answer the question, but you think you get the point. Considering your strange and mixed feelings towards your boss, it's probably best if the answer to that question remains an inferred ‘no.’

Such complex thoughts coming from such a tiny looking girl kind of made you laugh again though.

“Enough talking!” She suddenly stood up, stomping her foot. “I want to watch a movie!”

It turns out, she didn't want to watch a movie in her own room, or the living room, but instead demanded that you watch the movie with her in Mori’s room, which apparently had the “big big TV.”

The sun was setting, and you were exhausted from following her every whim all afternoon and evening, so instead of getting flustered and trying to convince her the living room was a better idea, you just gave up, stripping off that stupid dress and chunky jewelry and crawling into the bed with her in your shorts and undershirt.

You felt embarrassed crawling into his bed after what you’d done here weeks ago, but the sheets were different, and the blankets smelled fresh, so you could delude yourself into thinking it was an entirely different bed.

She picked Spirited Away, saying she liked the ‘no face guy’, and how hungry he was. She giggled and said that the parents deserved to get turned into gross pigs for being so stupid in the first place, and that might’ve disturbed you if you weren’t so tired.

The last thing you remember is the feeling of Elises head falling on your shoulder, and wondering what you did to get on her good side. She’s a nightmare. She actively terrorizes the other members of the Port mafia just for her own amusement, and she’s just falling asleep on your shoulder? Do abilities even need sleep? But sure enough, her breathing was even, and her eyes were closed.

You smiled, realizing you can’t have done too shitty of a job if she was so relaxed.

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When Mori peeks his head into Elise’s room and doesn’t see her sleeping form in her frilly pink bed, he worries a little.

Not much, maybe mostly for you, in fear that she’d have you strung upside down and dangling from the roof somewhere in some midnight game to amuse her, but he’d told her to behave, so he hoped all was well.

Mori thought that perhaps he should get out of this ridiculous suit and change before he goes looking for Elise, that meeting had been far too stifling, so he at least needs to hang up his jackets and get more comfortable before he can go on any longer.

When he steps into his room, the first thing he notices is that his TV is on, its large screen illuminated with the ending credits of some cartoon, and then he looks into his bed, and his heart stops.

Elise is cuddled up right next to you, snuggled in with your arm wrapping comfortably around her little waist as you both sleep peacefully beneath his luxurious blankets.

The soft part of him wants to coo and take pictures to torment Elise with later. Another darker, more urgent part of him is eyeing you, your tiny, tiny shirt riding up your waist, your hair sprawled out on his pillows, a few stray bow clips still caught within, your arm around such a treasured piece of him— like you valued it just as much as he did.

He eyes that frilly little number you wore for him those few weeks prior, just sprawled out, lying on his floor; and surmises that Elise must have demanded some kind of dress up game, the little tease. She probably did it just to annoy you, not thinking you’d actually have something to suit her criteria.

He rounds to the side of the bed that Elise is on, carefully and slowly prying her from your hold. He very gently takes her down the halls to her own room, tucking her into bed. Any other night, he might have stayed, maybe woken her up to talk with her about her day, tease her a little about how good she must’ve been today, but he had far more pressing things to focus on, like the little one he’d left still sleeping away in his bed.

After all, if you’d done a good enough job that Elise fell asleep comfortably in your arms, then he owed you one, didn’t he?

Keeping his steps light, he made his way back to his bedroom, standing at the side of the bed to observe you once more.

Your brow was soft, face passive and serene, so unlike your waking moments where all you seemed to do was stare ahead with that tortured look on your face— like you hated everything and everyone around you.

How he craved to see you lost in yourself again, falling apart at his touch and untroubled by the burdens of your life. Having that kind of power over you sends his mind reeling, and ever since that last evening in this very room— his fingertips twitched at the mere mention of your name.

The crushing desire to claim, to take and mold you into a perfect little doll, just for him— it was overwhelming.

But he resisted.

After all, it was that fiery spark that drew him to you in the first place. If he were to break you of it completely, that would ruin the entire appeal.

Perhaps just in these private moments then, he’ll train you to let go slowly, but give you enough leash that you may still keep that delicious fight in you.

He saw the way your eyes trailed over him whenever he was in your presence, no doubt remembering the way he pulled you apart and pieced you back together over and over again that night. He knew you hadn’t been going to any of your little friends anymore, your evenings spent alone in your apartment, or so his people tell him. You still wanted him, that much was evident.

So surely you wouldn’t mind if he helped himself? You seemed to be begging for it, placing yourself so sweetly on this silver platter of silk sheets, sweet and ripe for his taking.

He removed his jackets and scarf, setting them on the desk chair before unbuttoning his dress shirt and crawling slowly into the bed behind you.

You stirred slightly, making him pause, but you simply rolled onto your back, hand twitching against his pillow.

“Heavy sleeper?” He whispered, a grin spreading like a wildfire in a dry field. “Or did my little darling just tire you out?”

He lay on his side, still observing you like a hawk, watching for any change of breath or movements that may indicate your return to consciousness.

He allowed himself to indulge a bit, dragging a fingertip up the soft skin of your stomach, raising your little shirt even further until it was tucked underneath your perfect breasts. He swirled the pad of his index finger along the center of your torso, watching the goosebumps raise as he circled around your navel softly.

He dipped lower, toying with the hemline of those itty bitty shorts you were wearing, the spandex clinging to your form deliciously.

He pushed the blankets down just a bit further, below your knees, not wanting the change in temperature to startle you awake if he removed it completely.

He watched your eyebrows twitch ever so slightly as he ran his fingertips along your covered core, just a tease of a touch, simply for his own amusement.

Then he pressed a bit harder, enjoying the little groan you let out.

“Even in your sleep, you’re still so responsive.” He whispered, licking his lips.

He brought his hand up to toy with the hemline of those shorts again, watching your stomach dip at the touch of his fingers slipping beneath.

“I wonder if you’ll let me slip these off, hmm?”

He slowly rose to kneel beside you, hooking his fingers into the sides of the spandex, shimmying them down slightly to gauge your reaction.

You were as still as stone, breaths even and eyes closed, save the occasional twitch of your fingers.

“So good for me,” he mused.

He continued sliding them down your thighs, exposing you fully as he realized— much to his satisfaction— that you wore no panties underneath.

He grinned at the slight glisten to your folds, stopping the pull of your shorts right above your knees to admire the sight for a moment.

Still, you slept, completely unaware and unbothered. He slipped your legs free from the blankets, fairly certain that he could be a little less cautious than before, and pulled your shorts off completely.

He sat your legs back down, a little more spread than before, and kneeled between them to admire you closer. He ran his hands up your delicious thighs, loving the way your skin prickled as he went.

He saw the way your nipples perked beneath your shirt, smirking to himself as he pushed the little scrap of fabric further up your chest, exposing your breasts to him completely.

“A little cold, are we darling?” He whispered, running a finger along one pert nipple.

As much as he desired to toy with your breasts a bit further, he did not know how long this glorious window of uninterrupted play would last, and wanted to enjoy himself to the fullest while he was able.

Pushing your thighs to spread completely for him, he laid down on his stomach to watch up close as he spread your folds, using his thumbs to pull you apart and gaze at the glistening treasure you kept so guarded from him.

He gingerly lapped a firm strike from bottom to top, eyes watching your face for any changes as he savored your taste.

“You taste just as delectable as I remember, little one.” He whispered against your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue and enjoying the sleepy little whines that poured from your throat, still lost in the throes of slumber.

He indulged himself further, licking and suckling along your core and pressing his tongue shallowly into your little hole until you were absolutely dripping for him, his cock twitching at the way you whined softly in your sleep.

He removed his gloves and tossed them aside, gingerly easing an index finger into your waiting hole, your juices easing the slide.

In your sleep, you were so soft, so pliant. Your walls gave a little clench at the intrusion, but he was very amused at how unrestrained you were. He added a second finger, marveling at how easily they slid in, your walls so accommodating, so plush.

“You know, darling,” he whispered, pulling back to kneel up and work his belt open, uncaring of the wetness along his fingers. “Like this, I don’t even think I need to work you open for me.”

Unbuttoning his pants, he finally pulled his aching cock free of its confines, having been neglected from the very beginning in favor of the mental satisfaction of such activities.

“I think you could take me just like this,” he said, stroking himself as he watched your chest rise and fall, unfettered, head resting beautifully on his pillows.

He pulled a spare pillow from the opposite side of the bed, gently pulling up your lower half to place it under your ass, hoisting you up to a proper height.

You squirmed, mumbled a bit as your eyes rolled beneath their lids, your hands twitching and thighs shifting.

He paused for a moment, almost worried you’d wake before he got to the best part, but it really didn’t matter when you woke up, you’d be taking his cock so sweetly for him either way.

After you settled back down, he thumbed over your clit once more, enjoying the way your sex clenched and glistened for him. Stroking himself a moment longer, he finally gave in and leaned forward, rubbing the head of his cock along your folds, reveling in the way your wetness coated him.

With one hand supporting himself in the bed beside your waist, and the other guiding his cock, he finally, finally pushed against your entrance, groaning at the warmth parting so deliciously for him, wrapping him in your hot and pliant embrace.

He was right, your walls graciously sucked him in, still snug, but the lack of preparation didn’t seem to matter. As he pushed further into your welcoming softness, he shifted, placing his hands beside your head to lean down and press open mouth kisses along your neck, sucking marks in plain sight, where everyone could see.

He wanted to own you. He technically did— given his rank compared to yours, but he wanted more. He wanted to consume you entirely.

He didn’t care anymore, in fact, he wanted you to wake now, to wake to the feeling of him inside you, fucking into you like you were his to do with as he pleased.

With a rough snap of his hips and a nibble beneath your ear, he finally pushed in fully, his hips slapping against yours.

You gasped, eyes finally popping open as your head rose from the pillow, a rough moan ripping from your throat as he started a rough and steady pace.

“There she is,” he groaned in your ear. “How nice of you to finally join us.”

Your walls clenched tight around him, your eyes wide as you pressed against his shoulders in a half hearted attempt to push him away.

“B-boss?!” You stuttered, your brow furrowing in confusion, in worry. “What are you— Mori!”

You moaned as he grabbed your thighs, pressing them into your chest as he threw your calves over his shoulders. The motion left your little white socked feet dangling uselessly behind his head as he brutally angled each thrust against your g-spot.

Your hands moved to grip at the loose shirt hanging by his collarbones, fingernails digging in but not hitting his pale skin. He almost wanted to shift positions to remove his shirt, maybe let you rake those blunt nails down his back so he too could wear marks of this moment.

But the way your eyes rolled back and you pushed your head to the side was too good, it was like you were trying to hide from him, hide how much you loved this.

“Where are you trying to run, little darling?” He breathed, a wicked smile ghosting along your cheek as you flinched, biting back moans that made your lips bruise.

“I… why are you—“ you couldn’t form proper words, let alone a sentence, and he shuddered at how far gone you already were, your mind still blurry from your slumber, body reacting to him so beautifully.

“You were so pretty in my bed, laid out for me like a little treat.” He bit at the sensitive flesh of your throat, groaning when you squeezed around him. “I simply am just taking a bite of what’s mine.”

You cried out at that, squirming under him as he felt your walls twitch and tremble, your slick forming a ring around the base of his cock, the filthy, slick sounds making his head spin.

“That’s what you are, isn’t it?” He said, bringing a hand to your face to force you to look up at him, your big doe eyes wide and wet with unshed tears. “That's what you desire to be? Mine?”

You bit your lip, and he could feel you tense, trying to stave off your orgasm, as if he would ever not succeed in making you cum.

“Say it,” he hissed, thumbing your bottom lip from between your teeth. “Tell me what you are, hmm?”

His hips continued to slam into you, and he could feel himself nearing his own limit, but he knew you were right there— right at the precipice.

You were so stubborn, and oh how he loved that about you. How he throbbed when you shook your head, refusing to speak even though you clung so tightly to him, even though he could feel your walls pulsing with the need to release.

“Tell me.” He nearly growled, his pace never faltering despite the burn of his own orgasm being held back. “Who do you belong to?”

You looked like you were going to deny him once more, but he saw that sparkle of need in your eyes, so he wrapped his hand around your throat, applying delicious pressure at the sides, restricting the blood flow to your pretty little head.

He was reminded of how small you were like this. How easy it would be to snap your little neck if you were an adversary. Instead he was delighted when your eyes rolled back once more as he growled down at you.

“Who do you belong to?”

He released his hold, and you gasped as your walls fluttered, your release crashing into you like a train, moaning and babbling up at him in your pleasure.

“Mori! I’m yours! I’m yours— I wanna be yours, I wanna belong to you—!”

He groaned, letting himself go as you continued your babbling, feeling his cock twitch against your still fluttering walls, the pressure of you squeezing him so tightly was almost unbearable.

“That’s it,” he moaned. “Mine, all mine.”

He felt himself tip over the edge and leaned down to bite at your throat again.

“Now take what I give you, take it all.”

You cried out as he spilled into you, his hips finally stuttering with each pulse of his hot cum into your cunt. You gripped him tightly, keening as he panted in your ear.

When he was finally done, you fell back, arms spread wide as you stared lazily up at the ceiling.

“Did you enjoy your evening?” He grinned, pulling his softening cock from your leaking core, enjoying the way a little dollop of his cum oozed at your entrance.

“You’re a fucking asshole.” You groaned, throwing an arm over your face.

He tucked himself back into his pants as he chuckled.

“After all that you still have the energy to be so acrimonious?” He teased, getting up to retrieve a cloth from the en suite.

“You’d be pissed off too if someone woke you up by shoving their cock in you!” You shouted from your place on the bed, clearly spoiled rotten from the last time he fucked you, knowing full well that he intends to clean you up before letting you sleep.

He rolled his eyes to the side as he made his way back to you, waving his hand dismissively to tease you. “I wouldn’t be pissed, per se. Perhaps a bit startled, maybe murderous, maybe indulgent. Depends on how nice the cock is.”

He grinned as he watched you get flustered, tugging your shirt down and crossing your arms over your chest.

“Salacious, depraved, idiot old man.” You grumbled, and he laughed.

“Are you saying you didn’t enjoy yourself, little one?” he leaned down to wipe the sweat and juices between your thighs, and watched with keen eyes as you relaxed, letting his cum pool out of you and onto the waiting cloth.

His spent cock twitched in interest, and he flashed his eyes back to your face, gauging your reactions.

You were red, still indignantly looking at the ceiling as he cleaned you up.

“I’m not saying that, don’t put words in my mouth.” You said, pouting like a spoiled rotten child.

Oh, how he enjoyed you. He was going to soak in every second of your time. He wouldn’t let you run away again and pretend like this wasn’t happening, like you didn’t want him. No, you were stuck this time.

His cock swelled again, watching you grumble and pout.

“You’re right, darling.” He said, pulling away to undo his pants once more, reveling in the way you chewed on your swollen lips, your thighs clenching together. “I have better things I can put in your mouth.”

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beneathashadytree · 11 months

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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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billie-rotten · 1 year

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Alone Time

Featuring: Hikaru Hitachiin. Kaoru Hitachiin. Takashi Morinozuka. Mitsukuni "Honey" Haninozuka.

Rated X: Intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised.

Contains: Male anatomy. Male masturbation. Ejaculation. Mentions of sexting. Mentions of pornography.

Author's Note: All characters are written to be older than 21 years of age.

| Part 1 |

He mostly has a habit of jerking off first thing in the morning.

Baby just can’t stand having morning wood :(

He probably has bought a Fleshlight (or some other toy in that vein) and found out pretty quickly that he doesn’t like it too much.

He only kept it because he thinks it’s a funny item to have.

He lays on his back with his phone laying on his chest.

He doesn’t have too much of a porn preference, but he does love to watch oral sex in any direction.

(Especially if there is cum in someone’s mouth)

He typically uses two hands, one to stroke and the other to play with his balls.

When he’s alone, he doesn’t last very long. He has to actively edge himself to last any amount of time.

This started because he just wanted to get it over with. But now, on his days off, he takes some extra time in bed to tease himself.

His cum is thin and watery, but it comes out in powerful spurts, usually landing on his chest.

When he cums, he lets out a few quiet grunts, maybe a whimper. But never any moans when he’s alone.

If you’re lucky, you might get a picture or two from him.

He usually just finds free time, if he really feels like he needs it.

But he doesn’t usually feel that way.

Most of the time, he’s focused on other things. Also, there’s rarely a time when you aren’t around to help him out.

He doesn’t own any toys. Again, he’s just focused on other stuff and doesn’t think about it that much.

He sits most of the way up, swiping through pictures of his partner.

No, really. He keeps every single picture you send him in a cute little folder on his phone. Password protected, of course.

He typically just uses one hand. He needs the other to be able to use his phone.

He likes to go pretty quickly. No messing around for him.

Unless you’re on the other end of the phone, that is ;)

Just like his twin, his cum is very watery, but his dribbles onto his belly, rather than shooting anywhere on him.

He also is virtually silent when he’s alone. There might be a sigh or two, but no real moaning.

He used jerking off as a passtime when he was single.

Like, he would get bored, go in his room, and immediately start fooling around with himself.

But then he really started enjoying it.

So, even now that he has you around, he still has toys and such to experiment with.

He doesn’t usually like porn, but occasionally, he likes femdom or femboy stuff.

He takes his time when he can. He uses two hands with very slow strokes.

He also loves the feelings of his fingers lightly tracing over his skin and giving himself goosebumps everywhere.

His orgasms are powerful, usually leaving him shaking.

He tries his best to stay quiet, but he always lets out at least a whimper or two.

His cum is thick and white, but there’s only a couple of drops at a time.

And you can always tell when he’s been playing with himself because he always comes and cuddles you right after.

It’s pretty rare that he really feels like he needs to jerk off.

And even when he does, he doesn’t want you to know about it.

That’s why he typically does it in the shower.

He doesn’t own any toys. To him, it makes him feel icky when he has someone as wonderful as you.

He doesn’t need them anyway.

Typically, he stands under the running water with one hand stroking himself.

The other hand is playing with his sensitive nipples.

His orgasms are pretty powerful. It’s usually difficult for him to stay quiet.

But he must be pretty good at it, because you always seem none the wiser when he gets out of the bathroom.

His cum is thick, and there’s just about an average amount of it.

Not that anyone would ever know because it always washes down the drain with his shower.

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sassuguru · 1 month

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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)

Thank you<3

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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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kaeyx · 7 months

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Cockwarming catzawa while you're making out with catmori🤤🤤

Catzawa is so stoic about it too, pressed chest to back with your legs braced on either side of his, his hands holding you up. Only occasionally rolling his hips, thrusting up into you to feel some friction. And catmori kissing you slowly and deeply, digging his claws into your hips and kneading them, purring as you run a hand through his hair. Possibly the only time they won't be passive aggressively staking their claim over you.

#asks.answered #fukuzawa.bsd #mori.bsd #cat!fukuzawa #cat!mori #fukuzawa x reader #mori x reader #mori smut #fukuzawa smut

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cqthqrtic · 1 year

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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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cuckoobutinmoderation · 2 months

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CUNNING-lingus

You felt so small under his gaze. He held all the power despite being the one on his knees for you. Your body was burning and squirming and trying to crawl away, pleading for mercy. But he held you so tight.

He could have pinned you in place with just his lustful eyes.

His tongue alternated between lapping over your clit and thrusting in and out of your entrance. You were drenched with desire. Your wetness mixed with his saliva and he lapped at it like a starved man.

Your face was red and your cheeks felt hot. You were in heaven. He placed a few hot, open mouthed kisses on your inner thighs. The sudden loss of warmth from your core, coupled with a distant tickling sensation of his lips made you almost cry with need.

He began kneading your breasts with one of his hands while the other spread your legs apart so he could shove his fingers inside your cunt. He immediately found that sweet spot that made you gasp and moan with ecstasy. The pads of his fingers curled and rubbed that spot while his mouth returned to your bundle of nerves. Your body spasmed with every jolt of pleasure that shot through your body. Your eyes kept rolling to the back of your head and closing but you kept them open. Looking into his own. He was proudly taking in the sight of all the sweet agony he put you through.

You felt your clitoris becoming numb from the relentless strokes of his tongue. But there was a new sensation starting to form faintly somewhere deep inside. It throbbed and grew stronger and stronger, spreading to your stomach, your breasts and down to your legs, making them shake in his grasp. Your whole body was shivering. Your orgasm was building higher and higher and then, something snapped and it all collided back into you. You went completely limp as it raked through you, raising goosebumps and driving you insane.

It lasted for a good couple of minutes, flooding his mouth with your wetness which he cleaned up, licking hungrily and not wasting a drop. You were twitching and sobbing and crying but he kept at it. You tried to push his face away, begging him to stop.

Finally, he looked up. His hand began massaging your sore muscles and he started kissing your legs and feet. You felt satisfied but exhausted. Your eyelids were closing on their own. You could barely move an inch.

To your horror, you felt him climb on top of you.

"My turn to come?"

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oikasugayama · 1 month

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Bsd chart for how loud the guys are in bed? Please? Maybe?

you requested this on jan. 6 and i really took my time.........thank you for your patience (: i'm not necessarily back, but i've been wanting to post something for a while~

They're louder than they realize...

Atsushi, Poe, and Ranpo. (All three get completely lost in the throes of passion and don't realize to the slightest extent how loud they're being.)

They're loud and they're absolutely unapologetic.

Mori, Chuuya, Nikolai, Tachihara. (Three of them (M, N, T) are cocky and essentially putting on a show for you of how good they feel, whereas Chuuya is just naturally vocal and isn't going to hide it.)

You honestly expected them to be louder...

Akutagawa (is naturally quiet and does not change in bed), Dazai (is so stunned by the touch of someone he's finally let in that his whimpers and moans are all breathy and soft), Fukuzawa (is too calm to be loud-- he can control himself very well).

They try to keep themselves from being too obnoxious.

Ango, Fyodor, Kunikida. (While Fyodor may be embarrassed to be loud lest you realize the control you have over him, the other two are quiet out of some misconception that you wouldn't think it's attractive for them to be loud.)

#ask answered #atsushi x reader #poe x reader #ranpo x reader #mori x reader #chuuya x reader #nikolai x reader #tachihara x reader #akutagawa x reader #dazai x reader #fukuzawa x reader #ango x reader #fyodor x reader #kunikida x reader #bsd smut #bsd x reader

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mncxbe · 19 days

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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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scaredpigeons · 4 months

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A debt, repaid.

If you’d like, please read the sequel, A debt, recurrent.

BSD Ogai Mori x fem!reader

NSFW 18+ MDNI

Authors note: I do not under any circumstances condone the actions of this character. But I’ve realized that being able to interact with things that have caused me trauma in a fictional and safe space makes me incredibly horny. He’s so icky. And I’m so uncomfortably horny for him.

Word count: 2k

Synopsis: after he saves your life, you decide to offer the boss of the port mafia something he can’t refuse.

CW: consensual seggs, reader wears Lolita style outfit—but thats as far as I take it with that. Calls Mori a pervert a bunch. Oral over the panties, heavy on the dirty talk, groping. Reader is described as smaller than Mori, use of nicknames (darling, little one, pet.) pussyjob, cumming on the v and panties, just general nasty shit. Please read responsibly.

The leader of the port mafia doesn’t often enter his bedroom to find surprises. He prefers things to be well within his control, and you were far beyond it, much to his simultaneous pleasure and displeasure.

“I—“ he starts, not expecting you to be sitting in his bed, not expecting you to be wearing… that.

“Before you even start,” you cut him off. “If you take this too far, say some nasty perverted shit like I know you want to, I’ll leave immediately, but not before kicking you in the balls for good measure, boss or not.”

He looks at you, dressed in a puffy pink dress— far too short with many frills and bows. His eyes wandered to your legs, tucked up under you and squeezed into stockings that ended at mid thigh, the lace white and delicate. Your hair was— oh your hair was in pigtails, with pretty pink bows and he knew exactly what you were trying to do.

“What is it you’re doing, exactly?” He asks anyway, teasing you.

You had the gall to look embarrassed, and he found himself thinking that you would look rather innocent and demure if it weren’t for that mouth of yours.

“You… I hate owing favors to people, and I still haven’t repaid you for saving my life.” You looked down at your hands, twiddling with a frill on your dress, and oh, how he wanted to ruin you.

“But what do you give the man who has everything when you have nothing?” You said, a bit smaller than before. You were shrinking. It seemed you thought he was displeased.

“Yes, what do you give the man who has everything?” He stepped closer to the bed, removing his coat before throwing it on the chair beside him. “You decided on offering up… yourself?”

You flinched, shrinking in on yourself once more and balling your hands into little fists.

“Listen, I know I’m a little old for your preferences, you fucking pervert, but this is all I could—“

He cuts you off with a hand to your chin, and he marvels at how your eyes glisten, wide with confusion as he smiles down at you.

“Assumptions, assumptions.” He clicked his tongue against his teeth at you, shaking his head. His thumb trails up against your bottom lip, loving the smear of the gloss you applied there.

“Such fire for such a tiny little thing. Even in the face of exorbitant danger, you’re still letting such filthy words spill from such a pretty little mouth.”

He tilted your head up, making the curve of your throat available to his gaze.

“Yes. This will do very nicely, how thoughtful of you to cater to my perversion.”

He’s mocking you, and from the sight of your face reddening, you’re very aware of that fact.

“Well? What did you have planned, pet?” He asks, tilting his head with a devilish smile.

You mumbled, unable to meet his gaze. Oh, how he loved how shy you were getting now that your actions were finally catching up to you.

“Hmm? Speak up, little one.”

“I was going to offer to… suck you off. I guess.” You said, squeezing your eyes shut.

“How impersonal, darling. And here I thought you wanted to repay me?”

You gawked, trying to rip your head from his grasp.

“Listen, asshole. I think that’s more than enough to—“ you yelped as he tackled you to the bed, pulling you on top of him and making you straddle his chest in what felt like one smooth motion.

You squeaked, flushing even darker as he ran his hands up your thighs, pushing up the dress and smoothing his hands around your waist as he squeezed, smiling up at you.

“M-mori, I—“

“Do humor a perverted old man, won't you?” He leans forwards, making you squirm as he brings his face to the apex of your thighs, taking a deep inhale against the lace covering your core. “Ah, how I love the look of lace on your skin, little one.”

He licks along the fabric, making you bite down on your lip to silence yourself as he fondled you. You’d come into this expecting to get him off and leave, owing him nothing.

But this?

“B-boss.”

He looks up at you, eyes twinkling in the moonlight streaming through the curtains. You thought he looked more youthful in this moment, something was brighter in his eyes. It scared and aroused you at the same time.

But then his smirk was back, and the lines around his eyes grew more prominent, and you were once again reminded that this man was likely old enough to have fathered you.

“Say my name again, pet. Not my title. I thought we decided to take a more personal approach?””

“M-mori.” You whimpered as he ran his nose along the fabric covering your clit. This fucker was hitting every sensitive spot without giving them the attention they were crying out for, and you were afraid that you were going to soak through your panties and embarrass yourself.

He licks the fabric then, making you keen and writhe in his grasp. He lets you suffer with the muted stimulation and pushes deeper, tonging along your covered core with vigor.

You squirm, grabbing at his wrists in an attempt to steady yourself, but he just flips you over, now hovering above you.

He wraps his hands gently around your throat, not squeezing, but it's a jarring reminder of just who this man is, what he’s capable of.

“Shall I continue, little one?” He smirks, so cocky, so egotistical you want to kick him.

But god, if you aren’t wet.

You nod, unable to meet his eyes.

He squeezes his hands slightly, leaning more of his weight into them.

“Say it.” He demands, still smiling.

You feel like you want to deny him, want to kick and scream and tell him to fuck off, but you can’t. Strangely, you’re enjoying this, enjoying being under him, enjoying the look in his eyes.

He saved your life, you owed him, but this suddenly felt like much more than the repaying of a life debt.

“Please,” you whispered as you met his eyes. “Keep… keep going.”

“And spoken so politely, too.” Mori said, taking his hands away from your throat. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were enjoying yourself.”

You grumbled, folding your arms across your chest.

“Keep pouting like that and I’ll find better use for those lips.” He said, sounding stern enough to have a tinge of fear course down your spine.

He pulled your arms away, leaning down over you to pull on the bodice of your dress, mouthing at your neck.

“So obedient,” he said, moving to your collarbones, tugging the dress down further to expose the swell of your breasts. “So charming. You make such a good pet. So entertaining for me.”

You squirmed as your breasts popped free from the offending fabric, and his hot mouth came to claim them.

He continued to tease you as he suckled on your taut nipples, making you moan and writhe in his hands.

“You know, I’m glad I was the one who found you, who killed those men who were holding you captive.” He said between nibbles and sucks. “I got to see the satisfaction in your eyes as my scalpel cut into their throats.”

“Boss, please—“

He moved lower, kissing over the fabric of your pretty little dress. Over your stomach, down to your thighs, kissing the skin that was popping out from those tight, tight stockings.

“And I hate to think how wasted your kindness would be if it were one of my subordinates who saved you,” he smirked, licking the hemline of your lace panties as he stared up at you, holding your gaze. “Would you have repaid them the same way? If it were Chuuya? What about Akutagawa? What about the lower ranking scraps of the mafia? Would you be so kind to them, too?”

“No!” You shook your head, finally, finally starting to fall into the headspace he had been pushing you towards. He could see the tears forming in your eyes and he so desperately wanted to lick them up. “No, no. It’s just…”

“Just… just what?” He hovered over your core, eyeing you darkly, watching you slip and fall.

“Just… just you, just for you, sir.”

He smiled, exhaling deeply against you. “Just for me.”

He pulled back suddenly, making you whine as he unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it off the bed.

“What is it, darling? What do you need from me?” He teased, wanting to see how far you’d go.

Much to his pleasure, you lifted your dress further, your thighs squirming and rubbing together so lusciously that he caught himself licking his lips like an animal.

“Please… sir. Please touch me.” You sounded so small, so broken with desire and it stoked the fire burning inside him.

He unbuckled his belt, watching your eyes follow the movement as he pulled himself free, stroking along his length as he watched you.

“I’ll give you what you want, darling. Don’t worry.”

You squeaked as he brought a hand down to lift your panties, shifting forward to run his cock along your folds as he let the fabric fall back down to cover the both of you, though with his size, it only really covered part of him.

He threw his head back a bit as he thrusted himself along you, feeling your wetness coat the bottom of him, while the lace of your panties rubbed against the rest.

You moaned so unabashedly as he pushed the hot head of his cock through your folds, running delicious pressure against your clit.

“There you go,” he breathed. “Such a good girl for me. So soft.”

You squirmed, but he could tell you were doing your best to stay as still as possible. He hoisted your legs up, still fucking along the outside of you without reservation, thoroughly enjoying himself despite not being inside you yet.

“M-Mori- its,” you choked, eyes blowing wide. “I’m gonna—“

“So pent up that you’re already there, pet?” He smirked, watching your eyes roll back as he kept the pressure, kept running his thick cock against you.

And you came, oh did you ever cum. He watched as your body twitched and writhed, and he had to hold your legs tighter to keep you from slipping away.

You moaned without shame now, crying out to him in your pleasure as he just kept going.

“Good girl, so good. Keep taking it.” He could feel himself getting closer, the dual sensations of your slick folds and the lace panties were just too much, the visuals of you beneath him like this were too much.

“Look at you,” he said rather breathlessly. Your hair was mussed, dress bunched below your tits and above your stomach, the white lace doing nothing against the wetness the both of you had created. You looked good enough to devour.

“I’m going to cum all over this little pussy, all over these pretty little panties, and you’re going to sit in them while I decide what else I’m going to do with you.”

You whined as his thrusts stuttered.

“Oh yes. I'm far from done with you,” he breathed, leaning closer as he neared the edge. “So fucking good, so good for me.”

You keened, another smaller, duller orgasm overtaking your shaking frame. That was what threw him over the edge, and he pulled back, lifting up the lace to stroke himself all over your wet folds, painting them in white.

You twitched as he finished, body jolting in the aftershocks as he placed the panties back down over you, smearing his mess along the lace.

“Wait here a moment, darling.” He said, pulling his belt free and tucking himself back into his pants. “I’ll go get us some water.”

“You’re… not gonna get a cloth?” You mumbled, still in a daze.

“Whatever for?” He said, standing from the bed.

“To, you know, clean me up?”

He smiled brightly, tilting his head and closing his eyes in what was surely a mocking gesture.

“Certainly not. I told you, you’re going to sit there while I decide what comes next.”

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The sequel piece, A debt, recurrent is now available. Dark content warning. Enjoy!

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd smut #bungo stray dogs smut #bsd mori #bungo stray dogs mori #mori ogai #mori smut #mori ogai smut #ogai mori #ogai mori smut #mori x reader #bsd x reader smut

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