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thexsilentxwordsmith · 6 months

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Call of Duty

Character(s): Simon "Ghost" Riley, Reader

Summary: All the buildup, all the teasing, finally leads to this: Simon is back and ready to act on all those filthy things you two had been teasing each other with. Will you make it home before you both explode? Or will the car have to do to break the tension?

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Part 2:

Unsteady hands gripped hard into the steering wheel, knuckles white as you tightly held on while headed straight to the military base. Your heart pounding furiously inside your chest, breath quick and short the closer you got, it was nearly impossible to keep your eyes focused on the road. Christ were you gnawing at the bit to get there and once again see that beast of a man, the one keeping you begging for release for the past three months.

Those breathtaking bits of personalized porn you two had sent each other had done nothing other than made that inconvenient ache into a raging monster that could not be quenched. Hours spent furiously working yourselves, silently begging for a little ease in the constant throbbing had gotten nowhere except to drain the battery life on your phones from the constant re-watching of videos.

…though that last photo he sent you of his abdomen covered in his milky white cum after having watched your little romp into amateur pornography had left you feeling on top of the world for a couple days.

And just as you were on that last leg of desperation, finally the light at the end of the tunnel that led up to you driving where you were today. It had been exactly one week from when you got the text you had been waiting on from Simon:

“I’m coming home, baby. Fucking finally; Christ I thought I was going to rub myself raw. Best not wear anything you want to remain intact, you hear me? Cause the minute I get my paws on you, that's it.”

Thank fuck, the suffering was almost over.

That entire week seemed to drag on endlessly, each day crawling through at a snails pace, but here you were now only a few more minutes away from your destination. Even as you checked in at the entrance to the base, antsy and squirming in the seat of your car, you couldn’t believe that you had actually made it.

You took Simon’s message to heart when you got ready that morning, choosing a simple, flowy dress that he could literally shred off of you and you wouldn’t give a shit. It was just long enough that it could easily conceal the fact that you had done away with the panties today, opting for ease of access over anything else, but low cut enough in the front that he could get a nice eyeful of your full chest; you had no idea what would happen the moment you saw each other again and you weren’t taking any chances.

This reunion was bound to be explosive after all the visual edging you two had been doing lately and having to waste even a second more of time before your bodies could be joined felt like a crime.

You walked through the base, heartbeat rapidly increasing with each step as you got closer to where you knew you'd find that hulking Lieutenant hanging around.

And then you turned a corner and there he was like a specter brought back to life, standing idly beside the outside wall smoking as he watched the privates of his troop find their families and suddenly the wind was knocked from you.

“Simon,” you called out to him and he turned to face you.

That instant connection of your eyes felt like a shock from a live wire; Simon could feel the electricity run through his veins and tingle its way up his spine until the first prickles of sweat dotted across his body as his cigarette slipped from his fingers. It felt like he couldn’t breathe and the closer you got the worse it became; you knew what you were doing wearing that pretty little dress.

Fuck did he want to take a bite of those thick thighs he could see just under the hem that popped out every time you took a step and if his hands didn’t get their fill of your breast spilling out of his grip soon, he might just keel over and die. You were more than tempting, you were a feast sent to make him completely lose his goddamn mind.

His entire body was sent into shock as that ache that he had tried to keep from ripping him apart all day as he waited for your arrival overtook him until his balls pulsed and he had to adjust himself or get caught sporting a stiffy that would instantly tent the crotch of his pants and make it even more painfully obvious to any curious eyes just how gone he fucking was.

Coming to a stop you stood before him, your stomach doing back flips as you struggled to form words that weren’t just pleas for him to just rip the waistband of his pants down and take you right then.

“Hey you,” you said through unsteady breaths, trying to keep calm. “Long time no see, huh?”

Simon nodded. “Too fuckin’ long sweetheart. Ya look...” he had to clear his throat, “incredible.” He had to keep it short, there were still too many people about and even his words would cause him to lose composure.

“Well, it is a special occasion after all,” you chuckled. “Got to remind you what you leave behind every time you go.”

The need to take your hand and give it squeeze, that customary greeting that you both did when in public, made him hesitate. If he touched you right now, any bare part that met skin with skin, he may not be able to stop, not once those weathered and brutish fingers got their fill of all that sweet softness. There as still a little time left that he had to be there and the agony was already eating away at him.

“Believe me, I fuckin’ know,” he said as he shot you a look; I’ve been in hell waitin’ to get back to it, it whispered to you.

Taking a few calming breaths, he risked lacing his broad fingers in between the empty spaces in your own. Simon could feel the rapid thump, thump, thump, of your pulse against his palm; good, you were just as excited for this reunion as he was.

Somehow that made it a bit easier, knowing that the feeling was mutual.

“Can we go?” you asked eagerly, hopeful that you were closer to the end of your joint suffering sooner rather than later.

Simon stroked the back of your hand with his thumb. “Gotta be here just a bit longer,” he muttered dejectedly under his breath. “God, I want ya so bad I can’t see straight.”

You squeezed his hand back. “It’ll go fast,” you assured. “And…I mean… no one’s looking this way if you wanted to touch me a little more. Maybe you’ll find something you’ll like.”

It was dangerous, but he took a chance with even more touch as he released your hand and loosely wrapped his arm around your waist, bring you in to him until your hips were touching. You were warm against him, warmer than the day would suggest, and the curve of your hip that he ran his fingers over delicately to retrace the lines he had dreamed about felt even better than he remembered.

Silently you peaked over at his face, watching as his head faced firmly forward to watch for any prying eyes, but it was clear he hadn’t noticed it yet. Not wanting to spoil the surprise, you kept quiet; he’d figure it out eventually. Those exploring fingers were beginning to stray more towards the back of you to the small dip at the base of your spine.

…and then lower still…

That’s when you felt it; he risked a lingering stroke over the contour of your ass when he noticed it. Where was that distinct seam of your panty line? He had grabbed your backside so many times over the course of your relationship that he knew the feeling of what should have been there. Quickly he ran his hand over the area again and still the same, there was nothing. Christ, you’d really prepared for today, hadn’t you?

Good fuckin’ girl.

His chest began to grow tight with his quickened breathing… along with that engorged appendage down below. He was in fucking trouble now; would he even be able to make it to the car at this point? The moan that desperately tried to escape through his throat he swallowed down, but who knows how long it would stay.

He was in the thick of it now.

Simon leaned down to rest his face against the side of your head, his warm breath still able to be felt against your ear even through the mask. “Fuckin’ hell sweetheart, no panties?” he whispered intrigued. “Christ, how the fuck am I supposed to hang on now?”

You smirked, trying to pick even though you were falling apart at the seams, a wetness gathering between your thighs as you pressed them together. “You complaining? Cause I can head back home and put some on real quick if you want.”

A harsh squeeze along the underside of your ass cheek made you gasp before he removed his hand and gave you your answer. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” he warned, a playfully lilt to his tone. “That sweet little pussy is about to be filled and I don’t wanna waste a goddamn second havin’ to rip those fuckin’ things off ya.”

Dear God he was about to fuckin’ explode, say screw it and pin you up against the nearest wall right in front of the entire goddamn squad to plow into your tight, wet cunt with months worth of unrequited need that had built up to this monster of desire churning away inside of him. His teeth bit at the skin of his lower lip, his fists clenching and unclenching as he failed to calm himself while he again checked the time.

The moment that those amber eyes watched the second hand on his watch hit and the minutes change to the millisecond he could be released, his oversized mitt wrapped around your wrist, securing it in his harsh grasp, and quickly he began making his way to your car with you being dragged alongside.

“Where the hell are ya parked?” he questioned in a huff, that gruff voice nothing more than a growl, and you pointed towards the back of the lot in the corner.

You could barely keep up with his intense pace, nearly tripping over your own feet several times to match his long strides. It didn’t help that your heart was pounding furiously, nearly beating out of your chest the closer you got to being in a tight, secluded spot with him; could you even make it back to his apartment?

All signs were pointing to not a fucking chance.

Simon only released you so that you could both get inside, separating at the tail of the vehicle with you headed towards the driver side and him the other. The slam from the car door rung through the interior of the vehicle and before you could even insert the key into the ignition, Simon had moved in silent as a specter to place his large palm against the side of your cheek. The endless ache he had endured over the past months apart had been unbearable as you both edged each other to the brink of insanity and now that he was so close to you again it felt like he was in a dream.

The tension that suddenly filled the car was overwhelmingly electric as Simon closed what little distance there still sat between you both, his hand moving to the back of your head. Those bulky, calloused fingers that had missed having any part of you against them laced themselves through your hair with harsh abandon, pulling your face closer.

He held your head steady and pointedly at his face so that you had to stare into his intense, unwavering gaze; it made your skin tingle with anticipation of what was on the horizon and barreling down fast. Those sparkling brown eyes drew you in to hold your own captive as he drug his thick thumb across the length of your bottom lip as if to test that all this was actually real. His entire hand palmed the back of your head which left you completely at his mercy, not that you were complaining.

After all, you needed him just as badly.

Without warning he wrenched the bottom hem of his balaclava up over the top of his head and off his face before his mouth crashed violently against your own, hungry and greedy to steal kiss after fiery kiss from those soft, supple lips he had been eyeing with a burning desire to ruin since the minute he saw you again. Desperately his tongue parted your lips as he plunged it inside your mouth to reclaim it.

God it felt euphoric to finally be given the very thing you had been aching for for months, feeling as if your body had pined for his for an eternity, as it was finally released from it’s torture. And by the way his tongue was nearly shoved down the back of your throat you knew Simon felt that same kind of relief and it only spurred him on further.

“Fuck,” he groaned against your parted lips, nothing but hot, sticky breath being shared. “Ugh…fuck, baby, I’ve missed you so goddamn much I thought I was gonna fuckin’ die before I could feel ya again.”

Crawling over the small console in the center between the car seats, Simon shoved his body weight into you, making your smaller frame slam against the driver-side door. The raised panelling along the inside dug roughly into the muscles of your back as the backside of your head was shoved harshly into the glass of the window. There was no pause in his assault of your mouth until your lips began to burn from the constant contact and yet even the pain still felt like heaven.

He tasted so strongly of tobacco from the chain of cigarettes he must have smoked to calm his nerves until you arrived, but even through the distinct flavor you still drank every last drop of him down like you would cease to function without him.

Those thick digits of his free hand eagerly pawed at your supple thighs until he was able to divide them so that his hand could slip in between. There was a damp heat gathered near your unclothed sex and it only made him more wild to feel it. His palm cupped around your entire mound and you whimpered directly into his mouth.

“Fuck,” he hissed one of the only words he could recall in that moment as the damp heat filled his palm. “All for me?”

Words, what the hell were they again? You couldn’t remember how speech worked as you were far too busy try to simply breathe through the conquering of your body by him. All you could do was mewl like a kitten as he massaged the petals of your cunt before taking his middle finger and slipping it between them. Your back arched in a jolt as he ran one finger along the length of your cunt, mouth falling agape as Simon gathered as much of your juices on his finger as he could.

Even this small amount of contact already had you dripping and coming apart at the seams; it had been so long since you had felt that familiar touch and pressure against your clit, the one that only he could provide.

Simon couldn’t help himself once he got his first real feel again of how soft and slick you were, goddamn it had been too long that he’d only been able to play with himself, and greedily he drew upon your clit in concise circles with the pad of his rough finger. There was a second where he tried to remain calm, to take his time drawing out your pleasure as he would normally do, but as your back arched and your breathy music filled the silence of the car, he could not hold off from unleashing weeks of pent up need onto you.

Removing his lips from your own, he moved down to the soft skin of your neck with teeth ready to leave the flesh marked with his seal. It burned him alive with desire at the thought that he would be able to see your pretty skin marred by him, that everyone who came in to contact with you in the coming days after today would see it too.

You could not stop the way your body writhed and squirmed as his finger collected a friend to join it and spread your entrance open so they could both slide inside. The heightened tension of the moment with the man you had yearned for only made you more sensitive and the way his fingers filled your tight, aching hole after it had been left empty for too long thrilled you. As natural as breathing, your hips ground down on his fingers, using them as your own living dildo.

God, he wanted nothing more than for you to ride his cock as well as you rode his fingers just now and send him straight to hell. Shit, he couldn’t catch his breath, his need was just too much. “That’s it. Use me; make my fingers yours.”

Both of your hands moved to behind your head and onto the window; you needed more leverage to ground onto him harder, as hard as you could. Nothing compared to him, not your own fingers, not a toy; you could not stop yourself. You could feel the condensation already gathering on the glass as you moved and you had to wipe it away so that you could get better purchase on the surface so you wouldn’t slide.

There was nothing that was going to ruin this.

“Oh god, baby,” you squeaked out as that overwhelming deep warmth of your release gathered in your abdomen.

The corners of his mouth upturned against your neck at the sound of you falling apart because of him. Images conquered in his mind about your moans and cries reaching outside the car so that anyone who walked by would hear them before they caught a glimpse of the show. Why wouldn’t he want to show you off like this? You looked so fucking beautiful falling apart to his ferocity.

Just the way your muscles strained and your cries became more pathetic, Simon knew you were close. “Are ya gonna come for me already, pretty girl?” his gruff voice purred against your collar bone. “Come on then, give it to me. Clench down on my fingers. Let me feel it.”

Pumping his fingers in and out of you, keeping the pace as steady as he could, he felt those velvety walls flutter around his digits as he rocked his upper body with you to simulate the movements he’d soon be doing when he was really inside you. The air was so thick with moisture it almost felt hard to breathe right, the windows filmed with the stuff as with a few more strokes at your clit you came hard and fast, shaking as he continued to work you until ever single ounce of your orgasm had been spent.

Simon was gone then, replaced by a feral beast fueled by his ability to make you come… and wanting to do it again, but this time with his cock.

He pulled those thick fingers out of you, glistening with the wetness of your cum and brought them to his lips. You watched wide eyed as he stuck them in his mouth and licked them good and clean; goddamn you tasted just as delicious as he remembered. Could you blame the man? You had kept him starving since your video popped up on his phone and he had to get a bit of it all.

“I need more of ya,” he groaned in whispers as he leaned back into you, desperate hands pawing at your breast still sadly inside your dress as he kissed you again, now with the taste of you on his breath.

“We need to move, someone’s bound to come see what all the noise is about,” you said, able to think a little more clearly now that you had come once, but Simon was still gone and there was only one thing that would bring him back.

“Don’t care, can’t wait. Get in the back. Now.”

The primal growl in his gruff voice was enough to make you comply without another word; once was not enough anyway, not after how you had suffered. You needed to be filled with more than his fingers. With a nod you immediately began climbing over the cushions towards the backseat of the car as he got out and moved into the back with you. You leaned back into the front long enough to shove the seats forward all the way to give you more space.

Simon needed room to work.

Scooting over, he planted himself directly in the middle of the back seat and pulled you over top of his lap to straddle him, shins digging into the edge of the cushion. Shit, he as so hard you couldn’t properly sit over top of him without leaving a wet spot right where his cock tented the fabric.

Clothes could be washed, as if he would care at all if anything got on him right now. Pushing your hips down, he made you grind your overstimulated clit hard on that throbbing shaft and you mewled into his face. A devilish grin spread from ear to ear as he rocked your hips to dry hump him.

“Someone ‘ere begged to be bred and that’s what she’s gonna fuckin’ get,” he hissed, sucking in the air harshly between his teeth at the feeling of you on top of him. “Can’t take it back now, luv. I have been fuckin’ dreamin’ of doin’ this, ever since you sent me that goddamn video and I ‘eard you say those sweet fuckin’ words. Been fuckin’ gnawin’ at the bit to stuff you full.”

Taking both of his hands, he pulled at the low neckline of your dress until your breasts came spilling out of the top. Angling his face in, he placed his nose right between the two to suffocate himself within them. There was a hint of your perfume still lingering there, that scent he had bought you for your birthday last year, the one that occasionally lingered on his clothes and had done for the first couple weeks of his mission.

The flesh was so enticing that he sucked in the supple top of one breast before he bit down, not enough to break the skin, but enough that it would definitely leave a nice red outline of his teeth; more signaturea that you could both admire.

“Simon,” you moaned his name.

Your own hands roamed up under his shirt, pushing the fabric up until you reached his chest and you could run your hands over the sparse bit of hair you adored; it would be so nice to get to nuzzle against it again. As your fingers ran between his pectorals you could feel the moment his breath hitched.

“Please, Simon,” you begged. “I need it.”

Those breasts he would get back to later, your words brought him back and his need to fuck you senseless slammed into him full force.

Rushed, he laid you back over the console between the seats as he sat up and forward, undoing his belt before ripping his pants down enough that he could pull his cock out of his boxers. The angle was slightly awkward, but as he aligned the leaking head of his phallus with your entrance and gave that first thrust to fully enter you, everything else fell away.

“Oh fuck…fuck… oh fuck,” that deep agonized whimper echoed through the car as Simon’s hands bore down his grip on the top of the seat cushions. “Goddammit, luv…s-shit…ah…”

Nothing, absolutely nothing in this fucking world could ever compare to the way your body felt wrapped around his cock: how silky and warm and tight it was. There was no way with his limited brain function could he accurately describe how mind-numblingly amazing it was to be inside you again. Those restless nights where he just couldn’t seem to stay satisfied, the pictures and video that made it worse, the dreams that woke him to stained boxers, it was all undone in that moment as your soft walls held him snugly.

Your head flew back over the lip of the console as he filled you completely to the hilt, stretching you out to your limit. It was almost too much after so much time apart, but goddamn was it exactly as you had wanted. You swallowed the saliva gathering in your mouth, wanting to say the words you had first brought to life in your video, but in person this time.

“Breed me, please Simon. I need you to fucking breed me.”

Never had a more beautiful sentence ever been spoken to him in all his years than to hear your desperate and depraved voice telling him to claim you in the most ultimate way; it was even more beautiful in person than it was that first time he heard it. His fingernails nearly tore holes in the seat as gripped with all this strength to stop himself from coming too fast from all the excitement.

The car began to shake forward and back as Simon snapped his hips into you with a feverish intensity. Even within the first few minutes he was already pussy drunk, slamming into you with a feral roughness that left his rhythm scattered for a bit as his brain only had one objective now: to come.

Your legs were absolutely burning and shaking from the intensity as you had to spread them wide so that he could fit in between, but it didn’t matter; you would have done anything to have him reclaim your cunt as his own again.

The scent of sex was heavy in the air of that enclosed space, the wet slapping sounds of two bodies connecting in that most erotic way keeping the beat.

Yet there was still one more thing he wanted, one more thing that he had been daydreaming about all by his lonesome. Even in this cramped space, he was determined to make it happen- for both of you. His hands were on your legs and before you knew what was happening, he had pulled out of you so that he could situate your calves up on his broad shoulders.

As he thrust back in, the new position helped him reach even deeper until he completely bottomed out. Goddamn it was like you could feel him in your stomach, so full with him that you were completely one being.

“F-fuck…” you stammered out the cry, choking on your words as you writhed uncontrollably. It was almost too much.

“There ya go baby,” he groaned as he started rocking his hips again, unable to contain himself at this consuming euphoria. “Gotta make good on my fuckin’ promise.”

He took you even rougher now, gripping into your hips hard enough to leave purple fingerprints where his hands rested as he pounded into you furiously, your body contorted and at his mercy. The windows of the car were completely fogged over now, the condensation not letting any clear visuals in or out as the axel squeaked with the force of Simon’s thrusts. The console you were still laid on scraped across your back to make it burn as your body was rocked, but the angle was so perfect that the stimulation made your brain blank to anything that wasn’t your second release creeping up on you quick.

There were no more words that could be said as you both devolved into beings hell bent on pleasure alone, just the depraved sounds of grunting and moans filling up the interior to capacity; that growing warmth in your belly nearly reaching its peak

Goddammit, he was closer than he thought due to all the pent up desire he'd been unable to sait for weeks, but he had to be sure you were almost there again too. "Are ya close?" he asked as more of a plea than a question, hips snapping desperately with a shudder as he was losing the battle to his orgasm.

"Yes," you groaned back. "Don't stop, please."

He closed his eyes tight, working to stay from blowing until he felt your thighs twitch and clamp down around him, keeping him locked in. A few more sloppy thrusts slipping through the cum covering your cunt, a few more bumps against your swollen clit, and that was it. The warmth shot through your limbs, coursing like electricity as you came once more.

"Yes, yes, yes!" you cried out and finally he let go and fuck did he come with a roar that stung your ears.

Simon's body convulsed, the muscles in his abdomen tensing and straining as he released weeks and weeks of need. You took it all riding out your orgasms in tandem until you both lay still a moment, simply breathing after such an explosive ending.

He moved back into the seat exhausted, pulling your body along with him as you stayed connected. Lightly he pushed up your dress to press his raw lips to your stomach to kiss down the lower half of your body. Each embrace was another silent praise he gave while he took deep breaths through the high of his ecstasy until his rapidly pounding slowed and he could final re-wet his dry mouth to speak.

“Fuck, I think we both needed that one,” he said against your skin, his warm breath wafting over the fine spread of moisture along your torso, making you tingle as he kept his cock buried inside. “Ya did so good for me sweetheart.”

You reached a hand out to him and he helped you to sit up and into his lap. Wrapping your arm around his neck you pulled him into a deep kiss, letting your mouths linger together with eyes closed for a few moments as you both finished coming down.

“I’m glad your back,” you whispered as your lips parted.

He cupped your cheek with his palm, staring back into your eyes as he smiled. “I’m glad to be back too,” he returned. "And I'm gonna make sure that I make up for all that lost time."

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slayfics · 8 months

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You get caught trying to sneak into Katsuki’s room.

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Chapter One

You took a deep breath and re-read Katsuki’s text to give you courage as you stepped into the elevator. The message read:

Everyone is asleep now. Come up.

You pressed the button to get up to the 4th floor of the boy's side of the dorms. Even though his message indicated everyone was asleep, your heart beat erratically at the thought of being caught.

It wasn’t the first time you had snuck into his room in the dead of night, but it never got any easier. Your nerves were always on end until you made it safely without being spotted.

As the elevator approached the second floor it slowed and dinged.

Shit- someone on the second floor was getting into the elevator.

Your heart sank as you frantically scanned your brain to remember what boys were on the second floor. The doors finally opened and revealed Ochaco.

You both stared at each other for a moment shocked by the sight of seeing each other on the boy's side of the dorms so late.

“What- what are you doing here?” She asked innocently.

“I could ask you the same thing!” You answered back, and pulled her into the elevator before anyone noticed the both of you.

Once inside Ochaco looked at the elevator buttons, and noticed the fourth floor was selected.

“Oh- you’re going to the fourth floor?” She mused.

“What! No, no I’m not!” You denied.

“Yeah you are, I can see the fourth-floor button is selected!” She pointed out.

You crossed your arms and left out a puff of air, “We’ll what were you doing on the second floor?!” You asked.

“What are you doing going to the fourth floor!?” She retorted back, face hot red from a blush.

Just as you were about to answer the doors opened to the fourth floor.

Stunned your mouth and Ochaco’s mouth hung open. Waiting for the elevator on the fourth was Mina.

“What are you two doing here??” Mina asked, equally stunned.

“We could ask you the same thing!” You and Ochaco both yelled in unison.

Mina stepped into the elevator blushing along with Ochaco.

The three of you were silent for a moment processing what just happened. You felt annoyance build up inside you at not being able to get out on the fourth floor and make it to Katsuki’s room now that the other two girls were here.

“Well, are either of you going to get out on the fourth floor?” Mina asked. laughing at the situation.

“… this wasn’t my stop,” Ochaco said, laughing and side-eyeing you.

“Shut up!” You yelled and pressed the first floor not daring to step out of the elevator and reveal to the other two girls your truthful destination.

The elevator started its slow descent back down to the first floor. You felt yourself steaming. Should you try again in a few moments after they went to bed?

“Ok, spill! Where were you two going?” Mina pressed

“Where were you coming from??” You and Ochaco said in unison.

“No fair! I asked first!” Mina protested

“We’ll I’m not telling!” You yelled.

“There’s no way I’m going to be the first one to say!” Ochaco yelled.

The three of you continued to bicker until the elevator opened to the first floor revealing Momo waiting for the boy’s elevator as well.

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!” The three of you yelled from inside the elevator.

Momo took a step back, astonished by the sight of the three of you leaving the boy's dorms.

“Where are all you three coming from??” Momo asked, stunned.

“We were all going somewhere different-“ Mina said then cut off. “Wait- we were all going to a different boy right?!”

The four of you exchanged frantic eye contact.

“We’ll I’m not saying!” You said arms crossed.

“I mean- we probably should verify that though right?” Momo said, looking between everyone with uncertainty on her face.

“I can’t say!” Ochaco yelled face even redder than before.

Mina laughed, “You don’t have to Uraraka. I’m sure we all already know you were with Midoriya.”

“She did come from the second floor where his room is,” You confirmed.

“What! How dare you! We’ll you were going to the fourth floor, same as Mina!” Ochaco divulged.

Momo seemed to relax at this information.

“Oh yeah… come to think of it… you were coming to the fourth floor as I was leaving.” Mina said pensively.

“Oh come on there is no way Katuski would tell me to come up as you were leaving. That’s just stupid.” You spoke without thinking.

“Did- did you say Katuski? You were going to Bakugo’s room!??” Momo asked, shocked.

“Ooooooo” Ochaco and Mina teased in unison.

“Oh crap-," you exclaimed covering your mouth. “We’ll it’s obvious you were probably on your way to Todoroki! Could you be any more of a simp!” You yelled at Momo.

Mina and Ochaco exchanged glances.

“I uh-," Momo stuttered, not knowing what to say at being caught.

“Alright Mina your turn,” Ochaco said, breaking the awkwardness.

“Fine fine- it’s only fair I suppose. Plus we’re promising to keep this between us right?” She asked.

The three of you nodded in agreement.

“I was coming from Kirishima’s room.” She said, a blush dusting her cheeks.

“Oooooooo” the three of you teased in unison.

The elevator dinged again causing you all to jump. It opened and revealed Lida.

“What are you four doing here?? I couldn’t sleep with this commotion. As your class rep, I demand you go back to your designated rooms!” He yelled.

You all looked at each other and began to stammer out nonsense excuses.

“Just go to bed!” He yelled.

You all four began to make your way to your rooms hoping he would never bring this up to your other classmates.

“He’s just mad no one was sneaking up to his room,” Mina teased, eliciting a laugh from you and the other girls.

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All Locked Up (Aitana Bonmatí x Reader)

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The first thing that registers is the pounding of your head.

Groaning, you lift a hand to rub at your face.

Only for the second thing to register when a sharp pain flares up at your wrist and your hand hits resistance before it can reach its destination.

“What the--” you mutter, staring at your hand with wonder. You give your limb another tug but still it goes nowhere.

Following the silver bracelet on your wrist, you trace it to a sleeping form next to you.

Peacefully closed eyes, button nose, hair done up in neat braids, yeah, you’d know that face anywhere.

“Aita.”

Your best friend murmurs incomprehensibly but doesn’t stir.

You sigh, nudging her again. “Aita!”

This time you get a tiny mumble, the other girl’s eyebrows furrowing as she fights to stay asleep.

“Aitana wake up!” This time your words are paired with a harsh yank of the bracelet on your wrist, Aitana’s hand consequently raising up as a result.

With a sputter the brunette wakes, lurching up so suddenly you almost clash heads.

“Ugh,” she groans, clearly feeling the effects of partying last night as much as you. “Why are you yelling so early in the morning?”

“It’s nearly noon,” you point out.

Aitana rolls her eyes at your correction. “Whatever. My question still stands. Why the yelling?”

“I don’t know, Aita, you tell me. Why are we handcuffed together?”

The footballer’s eyes stay narrowed for a second.

It’s clear when your words finally hit.

“Why are we what?!”

She seems frantic when she notices the predicament you’re in, ignoring your hisses of pain when she starts yanking her arm back with vigor.

“Stop it!” you yelp, free hand clamping down on Aitana’s wrist to stop her from detaching your hand from your body.

“Give me the key!” she all but shouts.

You give her a look. “You think I’d wake you up if I had the key? Honestly-- Wait why do you think the handcuff’s mine? For all I know it could be yours!”

Aitana tries to shove you in retaliation but all it does is yank her on top of you when you fall over.

“Why hello there,” she chuckles, wiggling her eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

“Do not even think about it. You’re not getting anywhere near my pants until we get out of these cuffs.”

Aitana lets out a groan when you shuffle your way out from under her.

While you reach for your phone in hopes of piecing together your night, Aitana snags a discarded hoodie from the foot of the bed.

You give her a look. “What do you think you’re doing with that?”

“I’m cold,” she points out like it’s obvious.

You roll your eyes at her. “And how do you think you’re going to get it on?”

Aitana opens her mouth, retort ready to fire before she realizes you’re right. Her mouth snaps shut with a click.

Sighing, you scoop up a blanket and drape it over her shoulders.

You pretend not to feel something when her free hand grazes yours and she murmurs a soft ‘thank you.’

Some day the two of you will have to sit down and actually define what you are.

Some day.

But not today.

You have more pressing things to do.

Like kill Patri and Claudia.

When Aitana frowns at your declaration you shove your phone into her hand.

“I swear to god, when I find them--” you huff.

Aitana’s silent as she reads through your text chain with the older of the two. Clearly sent sometime after the two of you got home and passed out, the texts read as follows:

[when you and aitana gonna get together]

[?]

[are you ignoring me :(]

[haha blame claudia]

[dunno where she got the cuffs didn’t ask but it was a great plan]

[have funnnnnnn]

[no freedom until you figure things out]

Clearly you’re going to need to re-educate Patri on what an “emergency key” means. Because sneaking into people’s houses in the middle of the night to handcuff them is definitely not in the handbook of uses.

Aitana seems to agree as she all but shoves your car keys into your hands.

“You hit high, I’ll hit low. If we double team one of them, the other will definitely break too.”

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kaidabakugou · 1 year

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PAIRING: FOREST GOD VIDAR! BAKUGOU X ELF! READER

WORD COUNT: 7.4K

A/N: proud to finally be able to share with you guys my submission for Touch of Divine Rush Collab by @dark-mnjiro, i love Norse Mythology and had lots of fun writing this one so i hope you enjoy my little knowledge dump plus my interpretation of what Vidar’s journey would look like after Ragnarök

i also made a GLOSSARY to help you understand some of the terms and old Nordic language used without the need of researching it yourselves, please enjoy and tysm for reading!

The air felt thick as ash rained down upon the battle grounds, the remnants of the wrath from the towering flames of the fire giant evident all around as the silent god took in his surroundings. His foot still perched atop Fenrir’s fiery jaw as he looked down at the mangled wolf, a sharp pain making itself known on his palm when adrenaline started to subside from his body. Noticing one of Fenrir’s fangs pierced into his right hand where he held the beast’s jaw open seizing it before bracing his lower foot, adorned with his magical leather shoe, against its lower jaw and tearing it apart as the prophecy intended. Successfully avenging his father, Odin, after his journey ended being devoured by the foul monster.

Bakugou could barely see a few feet around him, the sky burned black as the flames reached all the way up to the stars, consuming them as not even the cosmos could evade their fate of being swallowed by the sea. Ragnarök, the final battle, had finally progressed to its final phase. And as the world burns in flames, Bakugou couldn't help but to inhale the stinging smoke around him, feeling it stain his lungs as he closed his eyes towards the black sky.

Clearing his head from the chaos that surrounds him, beginning to feel the icy touch of Helheim against his scorching skin as he calls upon the forces of nature whom he trusted the most to guide him through this new journey.

Silence.

A small smile adorned the god’s features as he accepted his fate, although destined to survive the destruction, he found it hard to believe in prophecies when the rumbling of the ocean’s hunger was making the ground beneath his feet tremble as it started to sink into the depths of the unknown. But the silence in his ears reassured him that he will once again rule over a regenerated earth.

Silence had been Bakugou’s strongest companion, known as the silent god for he desired nothing more than to be left alone to rule the forests who were bound by close ties to him where nothing but solitude and deep silence reigned. And his desires would soon be answered as droplets of water began to slowly quench his stained skin, the god’s deep vermilion irises fluttering open as the skies poured down on him. The flames around him began to die down as the sea rumbled again and Bakugou mentally kicked himself for doubting the Norn’s prophecy as their words echoed in his head.

“Early begun.”

“Further spun.”

“One day done.”

“With joy once more won.”

Ragnarök wasn't the complete end of the world. Out of the sea, the earth started to rise again, new and filled with all shades of green where fields of grains soon began to grow without the hand of any god, human or elf to aid it. A new sun shined down upon the fresh world, and soon a new moon would follow suit as they both traveled the same path as their ancestors and returned to their old lawful regularity to keep earth from seeing the darkness of Ragnarök ever again.

The surviving gods met at Ithavoll, once again a safe place for the gods to regather themselves as they built a new city and joined forces to bring earth back to its original splendor. But after a while, once the tasks at hand were complete and life on earth was once again restored, Bakugou left Ithavoll to take his throne in Landvidi, the wide lands.

Where his glorious palace eagerly waits for his return, decorated with large green boughs and only the most delicate of flowers in the midst of an impenetrable primeval forest where he could peacefully reign among the silence of the trees. Where anyone who dared disturb his silence, will receive no mercy and awaken the same mighty god that tore Fenrir’s devilish jaws with his bare hands. Soon, everyone across the realm knew better than to enter the forests uninvited, for all who entered were never to be seen again.

All except one.

Ever since you were a child, your mother would warn you to never go near the woods just off the threshold of Alfheim, the land of the elves. Hearing stories and tales of how those who had crossed were turned into corpses and left to rot by the border as a warning or were never to be heard from again.

Tales of giant man-eating beasts that would starve themselves and wait patiently for whatever ignorant soul dared set foot into their territory. Some would even say that the surviving dragons resided deep within the monstrous shadows of the tall trees, that reached so far up into the sky that no daylight could seep through. Blood-thirsty bees and spiders that would drain their victims of their blood to the very last drop, leaving them nothing but a mess of bones and dried flesh for the forest soil to consume.

And those who managed to avoid such terrible fate and considered themselves lucky enough to reach deep within the forest to find the triumphant god’s palace in search of hidden treasures that only the remaining son of Odin could possess, would only be left wishing they would have died at the claws of the forests beasts, for they imagine their death would've been quicker compared to the merciless torture the retired god would greet them with before watering his rare carnivorous plants with their blood and feeding them their remains to keep them hungry for more.

But you would argue the opposite.

The forest has always been kind to you, ever since you first stepped foot inside of it, back when you were just a small elf beginning to learn the elven ways of magic and strayed a little too far off the border in search of kalonji, a white-petaled flower that only grew near the thresholds of the forest and was a necessary component for brewing medicine due to the healing properties of its seeds.

But by the time you finished collecting the rare flowers, you had already entered the forest and had no idea on how to return home. The warnings of your mother started to echo inside your head as panic began to settle in the more you looked around and the vast forest seemed to appear the same no matter which direction you faced. Sinking to your knees as tears started to cascade down your cheeks, dropping the basket of flowers beside you as you buried your face in your hands waiting for whatever horrid fate that would end your sorrows.

Your choked sobs and sniffles were certain to attract one of the many beasts your mother had told you about, but when you started to hear the ruffling of leaves in steady steps getting closer, you never imagined coming face to face with one of the most beautiful creatures you had ever laid eyes on.

A white stag with the most piercing red eyes stared down at you warily. Large, majestic antlers adorned the sides of his head, resembling the leafless branches of the winter trees, as he cautiously smelled around you, taking in your scent while your cries died down in your throat as you stared up in awe at the towering giant. His large hooves were the size of your head, and his long legs were taller than you as you took in their size while he circled around you before settling on your opposite side.

Taking one last whiff of you before turning his snout towards your basket, inhaling the rich aroma of the kalonji before gently stealing one. Raising his head to stand tall in all his glory as he looks around whilst he eats it. You reached over and grabbed a flower as well, bringing it up to your nose to take in its bitter notes within its subtle floral fragrance before presenting it to the stag. To which he happily accepted as he lowered his neck towards you once again, taking your offering before beginning to walk past you and into the trees, stopping momentarily to look back at you only to find you already at his side as you two made your way through the extensive forest.

You were unsure of where the stag was leading you, but you figured that sticking by his side would be better than waiting alone for the icy souls of Hel to take you. Taking in the vibrant colors of the forest as you found it hard to believe that so much beauty could hold such terrors, but you weren't going to remain present long enough to see it for yourself.

Along the way you encountered small white wood aster and yellow trout lilies that also possessed many medicinal benefits, taking some and putting them inside your basket for later while your started to carefully weave their small branches together, although your inexperienced hands were still clumsy, you still managed to keep all the flowers secure until finally closing it into a circlet. You've been so distracted with the flower crown in your hand that you hadn't noticed the stag had led you back to the threshold of the forest, being aware of your location once he stopped a few feet away from the treeline where you could see the busy city of Alfheim just past the bushes.

Excited that you were going to be able to return home safely, you thank the stag as he looks down at you, giving you what felt like a nod before turning his body to leave. But stopping in his tracks when you ask him to wait as he gives you a confused look, watching as you walk up to him and offer him the crown you'd been building the whole path back. Those piercing vermilion eyes softening as he stares back down into your eager ones before lowering himself to your height, presenting you the top of his head while being careful not to hurt you with his antlers as you gently place the flower crown between them.

The different shades of yellow and green contrasting from his unique white fur beautifully as you feel his cold nose poke the side of your cheek before leaving a long wet lick on it, making you giggle before waving him off as you make your way down the hill and back to the city whilst he disappears back into the deep forest.

And ever since, each time you've gone to collect more kalonji, you'd find small and rather odd gifts near the flowers. Sometimes it would be random objects like polished stones and crystals, pretty feathers of all colors and sizes, and even sharp teeth that you could only imagine belonged to a creature far larger than those of these lands.

But mostly, you'd find only the rarest of flowers placed neatly upon the grass, looking so out of scenery as they wait for your arrival against the green fields. Flowers that you couldn't even begin to name since you'd never seen any others quite like them. Some would possess the most vibrant colors your eyes had ever seen, and others would have the most fragrant aromas to carry them despite their subdued appearance. Whatever the case, you'd always look forward to the little presents that awaited you on each journey to the border, and back then you were always so curious as to who could be leaving them for you to find at such opportune times.

But now, nearly a vicennial of winters later, you still look forward to the same little surprises, only now you are well aware of who is responsible for leaving such treasures.

Making your way past the same threshold, you walk through the dense trees you've grown so accustomed to. Ever since that eventful day, the forest has always been kind and welcoming to you. Presenting you with an abundance of the same exotic flowers you would find when you were little, showing you paths filled with the same rare and delicate crystals you'd receive on occasions, and even the few animals you've had the fortune of meeting on your different journeys have grown a liking to you.

But your reason to return to this forest always remained the same.

Landvidi possessed only the most beautiful of landscapes, filled with the highest trees and tallest branches in the realm, lush vegetation and fresh flowers. Past the high grasslands, in the heart of the forest known as The Hall of Landvidi, is where the silent god’s palace is located. Surrounded by an even greater portion of earth’s natural beauty that paints a picture of solitude, for no being other than the retired warrior god could reach.

And as the protector of these lands, filled with ambition and strength, he is determined to ensure it remains that way. He has seen what destruction is like, lived it himself during the great battle of the destruction of the cosmos and all that lived within them, and will stop at nothing to keep the peace.

Bakugou is the strongest of the gods, following Thor, and after fulfilling his fate as an avenger and brave warrior, his rebirth after Ragnarök symbolizes sustainability and regrowth. Being the only god known to be tied with nature, as most gods were connected to the sea through Heimdall, the watchman of the gods, Bakugou had always felt his soul to be more at peace within the wide lands. And even though he swore to never allow any trespassers into his territory, ever since he heard your cries all those winters ago, something within him told him you'd be the exception.

As you descend down the stoned path towards the small tunnel under the large oak trees, you take in a deep breath when the soft breeze hits your skin, the tunnel is formed by the widened crowns of the trees that spread and reached the branches of the oak trees on the opposite side, creating a beautiful passage towards the hidden waterfall ahead.

From the oak branches, bellflowers of all colors hanged down decorating the path with a mesmerizing view. You reached up and collected some of the violet-blue flowers, making sure to grab several of their leaves as well. Although their petals had a mild taste, the leaves can be quite refreshing, and you knew the one you seeked would enjoy them.

Securing them inside your basket next to the fresh apples you'd collected from your orchard, you resumed your way down the oak passage as the sound of the waterfall filled your ears. The Querencia Waterfall is the most beautiful of all the waterfalls in Landvidi, located just at the entrance of The Hall a few miles from the palace. It's the only waterfall in the land that’s so high, when the sun is at its peak some of its rays seep through the tall crowns of the oak trees, forming rainbows that look like they're cascading down along with the stream when they capture the water.

Surrounded by ancient willow trees, the lake where it pools contains powerful waters filled with passion and love from the root of the weeping willows that are believed to provide a nourishing embrace of fertility and healing. These were the only willow trees in all of Landvidi, after Ragnarök they became quite rare to find throughout the realms, so you were astonished when the white stag brought you here on one of your visits. Welcoming you into the water to bathe while he feasted on some of the exotic flowers that floated around different areas of the lake.

You smiled to yourself as you think back on that day, remembering how nurturing the water felt around your body for the first time as its magic began to absorb into your skin. Your heart swelling when you recall feeling something being placed atop your head, only to find the stag adorning your hair with the water hyacinths he collected, rounding them on your head by tangling them with strands of your hair to the best of his abilities until it formed a circlet as his own way of thanking you for the crown you gave him on your first encounter.

You've been coming to Querencia ever since to meet with the stag, bringing him only the freshest fruits from your orchard and collecting flowers from the forest on your journeys to make more crowns for him as a thank you for all the treasures he leaves on the threshold for you. Sometimes he'd wait for your arrival near the berry bushes just off the edge of the forest and escort you through the wide lands filled with birch trees where many wildflowers favor growing near their roots so you can collect them. Other times, you venture into the forest at first daylight and wait for him in the water.

Today was one of those days as you reach the willow trees closest to the waterfall, settling your basket down near its roots as you begin to strip your garbs, folding them by the basket before entering the water.

Submerging yourself deeper as the warm water sinks into your skin, the soft current wraps you in a state of tranquility whilst you absorb its properties before soon enough you spot the majestic antlers of the white stag. Smiling when you meet his gaze, noticing how his doe eyes seem to light up when he meets yours before entering the water with you, gracefully making his way towards you as water splashes around him from the force of his hooves. Giggling when he presses his wet nose against yours before lowering his soft furred forehead to your damped one. Something that had become a habit when greeting each other.

“God morgon, you came rather quickly today!”, you whisper against him as you greet him in the old language.

Although the old tongue was not commonly used anymore after the great destruction, you noticed you get a reaction from the stag when using some of the old words, almost as if he understood them better than the modern tongue.

“I brought you something!”, you eagerly tell him, causing his ears to perk up at your announcement as you lift yourself from the water and start walking back towards the willow roots where you left your basket, the stag sauntering alongside you.

Watching as you open your basket to reveal the shiniest of apples, his tongue dragging against his snout at the sight as he leans forward to eat one when you offer it to him, knowing your orchard produced some of the juiciest and most delicious ones in the realm after you watered them with the water you'd collected from the Querencia river. Offering him the bellflower leaves next as he accepted them and eating one yourself before diving back into the water.

Fully submerging yourself as the stag followed suit, his smooth white fur now a light gray as it clung to him, droplets of water dripping from his antlers and falling against your skin when he circled closer for you to hold on to him as you swam together.

This was your usual routine on the days you'd meet on the waterfall, bathing together and feeding each other different fruit and flowers you'd bring to one another until the sun would start to disappear behind the mountains, indicating it was time to return home before nightfall. Currently seated on his back while he paraded you around the lake while eating some of the fruits on the bushes near the waterfall, sighing as you wished the stag could communicate with you further, even though you already communicated in your own unique way, exchanging gazes and gifts, and sharing intimate moments such as these that many would thought impossible to be as close to a rare white stag as you are with this one, you still wished he could speak sometimes and be able to tell you stories from the forest he knew so well.

“I wished you could speak to me”, you express as you rest your head against his neck, feeling the patches of hair beginning to fluff up from the breeze hitting his back where you laid. Ceasing his chewing at the sound of your voice as his ears flick at your words, turning his head to the side to look at you before softly snorting while rattling his antlers to signal you to alight and join him in the water again, to which you comply as you sink back in and circle him until you're facing him again.

Smiling when he presses his cold wet nose against your stomach, snuffling up the center of your chest while leaving gentle licks on your skin before reaching your neck to nuzzle his jaw there as your hands pet along his broad shoulders and trailing them up his slender neck. He gives your side another lick before stepping back a few steps further from you as you stare back at him confused. Unsure of his behavior since he has never done this before when bathing together.

But just as you begin to approach him again, you stop when the water around him changes its movements, once a steady stream now rapidly swirling with such force you could feel it pull you in closer. Trying your best to steady yourself in the water to swim away but as quickly as it came it dissipated, the water returned to its peaceful flow as if nothing had changed. Except now the white stag was no longer there, and in his place stood a man you'd never seen before.

A tall blonde with a strong physique of that of a warrior, adorned with battle scars and tattoos of old nordic runes on his chest traveling all the way down his abdomen and disappearing below his waist submerged in the water that you couldn't quite make out from your position. Rows of different stone necklaces, identical to the ones you gifted the stag a few winters back embellished his neck and a circlet of flowers sat atop his ash locks, the same crown of flowers you had placed on the stag not so long ago when you were riding him.

You stood there frozen in place, still confused as to what had happened to the stag that was just standing before your eyes mere moments ago. Snapping out of your daze when the man started to come closer to you, water rippling around him with each step, similar to when the stag enters the water and it splashes from the might of his hooves. The man stopped in front of you as you peered up at him, the sun seeping through the trees hitting his chiseled face to reveal his piercing vermilion eyes.

The same pools of red that you'd recognize anywhere, the eyes staring back at you were the ones of the stag, eyes you'd look forward to seeing everyday when you woke up, a deep crimson you'd come to find in all things that reminded you of the stag, in the ripe apples of your orchard that he loved so much, in the rare red lilies that only bloomed during the early times of spring in the valley near the waterfall, in the polished pyropes stones he’d bring you every late winter and now in the body of a man whose presence felt familiar the more you took in the energy around him.

He smiled when he noticed everything beginning to make sense to you when your widened eyes began to soften.

“Elskan mín”, his voice low but eager as he wraps his arms around your waist and hoists you up to spin you around in the air, causing you to secure your arms around his neck while laughing before holding you close to him. Wet skin pressed against each other while strong arms keep you close as your legs instinctively wrap around his center.

Lowering your face towards him to nudge your nose against his before pressing your foreheads together, just like you would with the stag only now his nose is warm and the dampness of his forehead matches yours.

“How come you hadn’t done this earlier?”, your eyes searching his as you notice him peering at your lips while you speak before meeting your curious gaze again.

“Didn’t want to scare you away”, he answers simply whilst pressing kisses along your jaw sporadically.

“Why now then?”, you push while allowing your digits to travel up and down his nape, tangling with his hair.

“It just felt right”, he whispers while fondling one of your braids with the charms of your mother, she had removed them from her locks and secured them in yours before passing so you could have a piece of her with you when she could no longer be present in body but carry on in soul and spirit.

His hand traveled down to your shoulder where old nordic runes adorned your skin as well, only yours possessed sacred sigils of the old elven folklore, while his runes were of a time before Ragnarök. Which made you wonder if this was the retired god of vengeance everyone was so wary of, he evidently possessed the powers of one and if anyone was to allow the welcoming treatment the forest has presented you with all these years, it was him.

You reach for the hand still tracing the runes on your skin to cradle it in yours as you turn it so his palm could be facing you, whilst he watched as you inspected his hand. Smiling again when you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, almost able to see the ripples of electricity in your head as you put all the details together, a habit of yours that he loved to observe throughout the years since meeting each other.

To Bakugou, out of all the creatures that had stepped foot inside his forest seeking his aid, you were the most beautiful he had ever seen, no flower from his garden could compare to you, and since the day he met you he swore that one day you would become his goddess, and he has remained by your side since, waiting for this exact moment that he'd be able to finally show himself to you and solidify your love.

He watched as you traced the scar on his palm, a reminder of the path he once walked guided by the burdens of fate. Your eyes meet his again when you finally put all the clues together, noticing how he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered, and to him you were, for you had become his purpose after no longer having interest in matters of war and retiring to spend eternity within the silence of the wide lands.

“You're him… the silent one”, only receiving a nod in return as more answers arise in your head, but settling on the one that dominated your thoughts the most.

“Why me?”

“It's always been you, elskan mín… and now we are able to seal our love for one another.”

All your questions are melted away when he pulls you towards him and captures your lips in a kiss so fervent that causes your insides to stir with emotion. Only pulling away when the need for air becomes inescapable as you pant against each other's lips.

“I’ve waited so long to do that”, he exhales while making his way towards the shore with you still secured in his arms.

The fresh spring breeze hitting your skin when you leave the comfort of the water makes you shiver, a small hint of winter still present in the air as the forest was still transitioning from the stabbing cold into the warm energetic glow that this season brought along with it.

Your nipples pebbling at the loss of heat from the god’s body when he sets you down on the soft clearing of moss and wildflowers under the tallest willow tree. Something that doesn't go unnoticed by him as he peers down at you, now able to openly devour you with his eyes whilst you lay under him, strong tatted arms caging you between them as he lowers himself to capture your lips once again.

All the tales of the remaining son of the once All-Father were of his brash and merciless demeanour, ones that were bound to inflict fear upon anyone that heard them, but all those stories drifted into distant whispers of the wind the more you got lost in him. His touch was firm yet delicate, something that would seem impossible for his physique with such imposing structure, but it was possible. His touch was filled with love and spoke the words his voice failed to express. And only now that his lips trailed open-mouthed kisses along your skin, is that it becomes evident to you the extent of said love as you look back on all the years you've spent together.

Courting the other in the shape of flowers, stones and apples, in a dance of mighty passion that led to this exact moment as he settled himself between your legs, positioning your thighs above his broad shoulders whilst his fingers traced informal shapes on them. His eyes fixated on the tuft of hair above your cunt as he sinks down to bury his nose in it, inhaling your scent as you watch his eyes darken from finally being able to delve in the thing he craved the most after so long.

Maroon eyes meeting yours while his lips follow the trail of hair down towards your sensitive lips, the feel of his hot breath alone making you clench around nothing as you watch him hover above your cunt, puckering his lips so a long strip of spit falls from them and lands on your clit. Watching as it slides through your folds before pressing his tongue flat on your entrance and licking all the way up to your clit, repeating the action as he falls into rhythm. Feeling yourself get increasingly wetter with each swipe of his tongue while your chest starts to rise and fall unevenly.

Getting lost in the pleasure as your hips begin to buck when his tongue focuses on your clit, circling it before rapidly flicking against it causing something to ripple inside of you. He wraps his lips around the sensitive bud while his eyes look up in awe at the way you arch into him, your cries unleashing the might in him that had been forgotten for centuries as he sucks on your clit with more vehemence, needing to hear you sing for him louder.

Increasing his movements as he begins to suck on your folds, the feeling of his lips messily fondling with yours sends chills across your skin as you slowly rock your hips along with him. Your hands reach for his where they rest on your hip bones as he easily opens them for you to tangle your fingers with his whilst he continues to increasingly devour your cunt. The wet smacking sounds of his lips clashing with the ones of the waterfall as you feel yourself get closer and closer to your release.

The sweet taste of your fluids on his tongue drove Bakugou into a frenzy, lapping and eating your cunt while whined grunts resonated from deep in his chest, the vibrations pushing you over the edge. Arching deeper into his touch as wanton moans escape your lips, white spots clouding your vision when he buries his face further into your cunt, nose rubbing on your clit while he drinks every last drop of your release, not stopping until he gets his fill.

Parting from your cunt once your whines die down into heavy breaths, face stained with your fluids that he pays no mind to as he dives back in to place a tender kiss against your clit before trailing up to the tuft of hair, savoring your scent as he buries his nose in them again and runs his lips against them. Pulling your hairs between them, the slight tug making you peer down at him as you meet his eyes, filled with love and adoration mixed with something else, something more sinister and hungrier that hasn't been sated completely.

Watching as he presses a kiss to your hairs as well before continuing to trail them up your abdomen, never breaking eye contact as he reaches the valley of your breast. His hands untangle from yours as they glide against your sides to cup your boobs, shaking them in his grasp before capturing one of your pert nipples in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around it while he sucks them harder and slowly pulls back until it flicks out of his mouth with a wet slurp, to then switch and give the other nipple the same treatment. Alternating between both breasts as your whines encouraged him on, not stopping his ministrations until your chest was swollen and overstimulated, almost making you reach your climax once again but pulling away to edge you on as he continued to lay kisses against your chest before moving towards your neck.

Shifting from tender to ravenous when he starts to mark your skin with his teeth, nipping across your throat until settling where your neck meets your shoulder. Feeling his tongue drag against your skin followed by a sloppy kiss before his teeth scrape your delicate skin, your cunt clenching in anticipation as you wait for him to finally give in to his desires.

Bakugou could hear his heart beat loudly inside his ears as he began to sink his teeth in you, pressing down until the skin gave away against his force, the rush of blood drowning his taste buds making the loud beating cease into silence as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

The mighty god had left the path of war behind a long time ago, but one's nature can’t be so easily avoided as the craving for disaster and vengeance haunted him at times from a period where the blood of his enemies would quench his skin, finding its way to his lips, reminding him what victory tastes like.

So as the savory metallic taste pours down his throat, he can't contain the groan that escapes him as a chill runs down his spine making him grind against you whilst your sweet cries pull him from his silence. Withdrawing from your skin to lap up the remaining rush of blood before cradling your face in his hand, holding your jaw firmly as he presses his lips to yours. Kissing you with such might you feel he could almost devour you through the kiss as the taste of your own blood mixing with each other's spit sends you both in a trance as you continue savoring it.

Bucking your hips to grind against his cock as his hips follow suit, beads of precum mixing with your arousal as he rubs his length between your folds whilst his tongue tangles with yours. Too engrossed in the kiss to pull away, you sneak your hand between your bodies and guide his cock to align with you as he slowly begins to sink into your cunt. The stretch of his cock sends a hot wave of pleasure down your back as your cunt sucks him in further, inch by inch as your fingers curl around ash blonde strands.

Your breaths become labored as you part from each other, lips swollen and red as he fully sinks into your warmth. The grip from your silken walls forces him to brace himself as he places his arms next to your head to keep himself from collapsing when he feels his thighs twitch. Pressing his forehead to yours when his hips start to rock into you, slow and steady at first before gradually increasing his thrusts into a brutal pace that drives both of you into a babbling mess.

Your wetness gushing messily, soaking the untamed strands of ash hair on his pelvis as they bounce against your own, before dribbling onto your skin causing it to spread in sticky strands every time his hips part from yours to snap against them again. Strangled moans mixing with the sloppy sounds of your bodies as the sensations become overwhelmingly good.

Tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you look up at him, trying your best to answer him when he asks you to tell him how good it feels between the curses in old tongue and heavy grunts that escape him. Responding to what feels like incoherent babbles as your mind melts away the more he pounds into your sloppy pussy.

Bakugou could feel his balls twitch as he neared his release, but he needed you to come undone with him and make an even greater mess on his cock for him. Shifting his weight on one arm while the other gives your breast a quick tug before reaching between your bodies as he starts drawing quick circles against your clit with his thumb. Sending an electric shock of pleasure through your body as your breath gets stuck in your throat before you start coming apart.

Squeezing around him hard as a flow of arousal gushes between your bodies as it stains both of you and leaks down into the soil beneath you. Your walls clenching around him mixed with the obscene sounds coming from your pussy sending him over the edge as well as he buries his cock to the hilt, filling you up as the hand on the side of your head tangles with your hair when yours tug harder at the one on his nape.

The tears finally spilling from your eyes as hot - impossibly hot - globs of creamy cum spill against your sultry cunt, searing your insides as you find yourself never wanting this moment to end, wishing to always be plugged full of the vengeful gods mighty cum. Feeling the final pulses of his cock inside you as his head falls down against your shoulder, smiling to yourself between heavy breaths at the wet feel of his ecstasy filled tears smearing against your skin but choosing not to say anything as he fully allows his weight on top of your whilst your arms wrap around him.

Giggling at the soft lips pressing feather-light kisses on the side of your neck as they slowly trail up towards your lips, capturing them in a gentle kiss while his fingers caress your scalp where he previously had a grip on your hair.

A cold breeze pulls you both from your trance as the rustling of the willow tree above you fills your ears, once again reminding of the remnants from the harsh winter as goosebumps erupt from your skin. You notice how the waterfall no longer has a rainbow flowing through it, indicating that the sun has already begun to set, and you need to return home quickly.

You've never stayed in the forest long enough to see nightfall, and the stag would always make sure to escort you back to the treeline safely before sunset, but today time had slipped from your hands and you began to worry. Bakugou is quick to notice your concern as he wraps his arms around your center to hold you close, burying his head in the crook of your neck again and taking a deep breath as he inhales your warm scent.

“I have to leave”, you remind him but still reciprocate his actions by wrapping your arms around him again as you also hated the idea of having to depart from this moment.

“Stay”, he whispers against your skin followed by a swipe of his tongue against the dried blood around the punctures on your neck.

“There is nowhere for us to st-”, you began to dissent, but the forest god silenced you by quickly pulling you into a kiss once more. Grin on his features that you couldn't help but smile in return despite your disapproving eyes.

“I want to show you something”, he guides your legs to wrap around his waist before rising from the ground with you secured in his arms as he carries you through a path of the forest you hadn't explored before. The sun was already halfway past the mountains, making it hard to see, but just as you were about to express your concerns to him, a light in the corner of your eye caught your attention. A small blinking light followed by another until an entire cloud of dancing lights was illuminating your path.

After Ragnarök, it was rare to catch a glimpse of certain insects, fireflies being one of them, so seeing so many in one place had your jaw slack as you watched how they gracefully danced under the upcoming moonlight whilst they guided you through the forest.

Bakugou kept walking through the field of thinning willow trees that started to morph into magnificent maple trees that even with only the dim light of the fireflies, you could vividly see their vibrant colors. These acer trees had also become a rarity after the great destruction, and the analgesic in their bark was of high command to aid as a remedy for some illnesses, which made you wonder why he hadn't shown you this part of the forest before. The stag had always granted you access to all the rare medicinal flora found in these lands so you found it odd that he kept this area hidden from you.

Your confusion only grew more as you made your way deeper into the darker trails of the maples, where the path seemed to end by a sealed corridor blocked off with an impenetrable wall of large roots and maple leaves.

“Blómi”, you hear Bakugou whisper as the sound of creaking wood follows, watching as the roots begin to untangle from each other and the leaves falls to the ground revealing a path of lit stones descending into a large garden with a great abundance of flowers, leading towards a large structure.

Your jaw fell slack again, as you wouldn't have imagined that this is where the silent god kept his palace, nor that such a vibrant area filled with such sublime greatness of nature could be hidden amid the sacred gloom of the maples. Bakugou couldn't help but smile as he carried you through his garden whilst you stared in complete enchantment, filled with joy that he could finally share his greatest treasures with you.

The inside of the palace was equally as marvelous as the outside and had a beautiful golden fountain at the very center with small creeks that led to other corridors of the palace, ones you couldn't wait to explore once daylight came again. As for now, the mighty god was still carrying you towards what you could only imagine were his chambers as he ascended the grand staircase near the main entryway. Revealing an archway adorned with flowy white curtains that led inside his bedchamber where he set you down on the spacious bed at the center of the room. The bedding was soft and cozy as you sink deeper into the comfort of them, noticing how the moon sat perfectly above the palace where you had a clear view through the sunroof above the bed.

“Hí, elska”, you heard Bakugou whisper next to you, offering you a coconut shell filled with water.

“Takk!”, you smile while grabbing the shell and drinking from it, finishing its contents before settling back down on the bed as a yawn escapes you, sleep finally catching up to you after such a fulfilling day. Settling against his chest whilst Bakugou worked his fingers through some of the tangles bathing earlier might have caused.

“God natt, ásynja mín”, he boasts, a grin spreading at your widened eyes looking up at him.

“Ásynja?”, you ask, unsure if you heard him correctly to which he only nods in return as you match his smile.

“Yes, ásynja mín, for everything I own is now yours as well”, he adds while nodding towards the room, confirming that he meant the palace and everything within his forest was now yours to rule alongside him for eternity.

And you couldn't be happier as you drift off to sleep against the god’s chest, neither could him as he placed a gentle kiss against your forehead before peering up at the moon. Asking his father if he was watching as he finally found the one with whom his soul delights in after many years of hard battles, he has completed the prophecy he set for himself all those winters ago when he met you, now with a content smile as he buried his nose in your head, excited for what the future awaits as the rulers of Landvidi.

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milswrites · 15 days

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The Sweetest Company

~ Azriel X Reader

Summary: When opening your new bakery doesn’t bring as much success as you’d have hoped, Azriel comes to save the day.

Warnings: Like the teeniest bit of angst but it's mainly just fluff :)

The day had finally arrived, one that had been weeks in the making. After long painstaking days filled with re-decorating the crumbling building you had purchased and perfecting the art of baking your recipes, the time had finally come for you to open the doors and share your passion with the rest of the world.

You'd poured your entire heart and soul into this project, spending the last of your savings to make sure that the final result would be everything you had ever dreamed of.

It wasn't just you, of course, who worked tiresomely at making sure that the bakery reflected your vision. After encouraging you to take the leap and pursue your childhood dream, Azriel had stepped up to help with the refurbishment. Spending the rare hours he had free from work with you getting things ready, reassuring you that this big change had been the right decision.

By no means was this an easy move to make. Whilst baking had always been a hobby of yours, you had never once done it in a professional setting, let alone own running your own business. But Azriel had been your guardian angel, never failing to let you know just how proud of you he was and how pleased the male felt at the fact you were finally sharing your joy with the world.

Which is why after the months of working together to create your dream, you were starting to panic over the fact Azriel had yet to arrive on what was perhaps the most important day of your life.

His absence was as difficult to miss as a hole in your heart. The cruel silence of your empty bakery tormenting you as you told yourself he would be here any minute now. That anyone would be here.

A tediously long two hours had passed without a single customer, and without Azriel there to comfort and reason with you, your anxious thoughts were running wild.

What if you forgot to send out the advertisements? Whilst you remember going round all the other shops in Velaris handing out flyers, what if the keepers laughed behind your back before disposing of them?

What if the one thing you had dreamed of since you were a child had always been destined to fail before it ever even got the chance to open?

It was difficult to keep your tears at bay as you patiently waited for a customer to arrive. Your eyes stinging with tears as you moved to sit down on a chair at one of the empty tables, anxious hands coming to rub together on your lap. Failing to hide the way your gaze filled with hope whenever you watched someone pass by, only for your stare to turn to disappointment as they walked away from your bakery without so much as a glance in your direction.

When three soul-crushing hours had passed still customer-free, and Azriel had yet to make an appearance, you decided enough was enough for one day.

There was only so much embarrassment you could take and with the exhaustion of waking up early to prepare the goods for the day starting to creep in, you made to lock the door and leave to go home and wallow in your defeat.

Turning your back to the window as you allowed your tears to finally fall at the prospect that maybe Azriel didn't turn up because he knew today was going to fail.

Though it was only when you began to pack away your things in the back room of the bakery that you heard a hurried knock at the door. Wiping the silvery tears from your cheeks you composed yourself, opting to take a moment to calm down and gather your wits before moving to answer the door.

However, luck didn't appear to be on your side today as another round of incessant banging broke the silence of the bakery. Frustrated at the rotten day you've had, the impatience of the person outside aggravated you. Curses spilled out from under your breath as you moved through the bakery to the door.

Only to be stunned into silence as you saw who it was waiting for you outside.

Azriel had come.

Tears released from your eyes once more at the joyous realization that Azriel hadn't come alone. No, the male was surrounded by his beaming family and friends, all craning to get a good luck at what was waiting for them inside the bakery.

Even as you turned the latch, your words still failed to come. Your lost ability to speak not returning even as Azriel swept you into his arms, the male pulling back to take in your reddened eyes and trembling lips.

"What happened?" he blurted in concern, cupping your face in his large hands as his searching gaze found your eyes, "Did something go wrong? Why weren't you open?"

You let out a teary chuckle at his worried flurry of questions, moving your shaky hands to grip his own. "I'm perfect. . .it's perfect Az" you promise, because it was impossible to be anything else when the male had brought his entire family along to share in this special day with you. Your heart pleasantly aching with the realisation that he cared enough about this to want to bring them with him.

"Great!" Azriel smiled so widely that his teeth were almost bared, "Better get to it then, we've got customers to serve!"

It was a beautiful chaos, serving Azriel's over eager family. The tables no longer sat empty and the creeping silence had dissipated. Instead the room was filled with satisfied groans and merry conversation. Each member of his family coming back again, and again, and again. All wanting to try a slice of everything you had to offer.

The presence of the High Lord visiting your establishment certainly didn't go unnoticed, pools of willing customers flooded into your shop all with the goal of trying the food that Rhysand was so openly enjoying. Taking their fill of your goods until all the tables were filled and all the evidence of your hard work this morning was gone. The only sign that anything was once there being the smiling face of satisfaction which was worn by everyone in the room.

A slightly red-cheeked Azriel approached you, the male almost panting with exhaustion after helping you with the final rush, that same charming smile taking its place on his face as he spoke, "I think we may need to find you a few new helpers."

"I think I'm going to need to bake more" you laughed in return. Your anxieties from earlier in the day having melted away, a warming smile had now settled on your face in its place.

"Damn" Azriel cursed, a pout forming on his lips as he stared at the empty displays which were once lush with pastries and cakes, "I forgot to put something to the side for me to try. . .If only Cassian didn't eat all the cookies."

"Actually," you grin up at the disappointed male, "I may have something for you!"

You reach under the counter, pulling out a cake which you had meticulously decorated with blueberries. Azriel's eyes grew wide, yet despite his surprise his lips grew into small smirk. "You made this especially for me?" he asked, carefully taking the cake from your waiting hands to admire it.

"A thank you, for helping me achieve my dream. Maybe now we can start working on one of yours instead" you replied, words failing to express just how grateful you were to the male before you. Overwhelmed by just how incredible this opening had turned out to be, all thanks to him.

"I already have everything I want" Azriel answered, hazel eyes locked onto your own, "why wish for more when I already have you."

A rosy blush dusted your cheeks at the shadowsingers words, his stare so intense you could have sworn you were melting.

Slowly leaning forwards, you move to place a gentle kiss on Azriel's equally blushing cheek, only for the hypnotic moment to be broken by the boisterous Lord of Bloodshed.

"Az, you didn't tell me there was some more cake!" he cheered, stealing the plate from Azriel's unsuspecting hands before whisking it away to the table where his family was sat, eyes hungrily staring down the cake made for their brother.

Azriel grabbed your arm to stop you from chasing after the male. His warm lips coming down to meet your cheek, softly kissing you before he moved his mouth to whisper in your ear, "Don't bother. There's something sweeter I've got my eyes on."

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Notes: Anyone else picture Az in a cute pink frilly apron or was it just me?

#acotar #fanfic #acotar imagine #sarah j maas #a court of thorns and roses #azriel x reader #azriel imagine #azriel #azriel oneshot #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar

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adviceformefromme · 8 months

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YOUR RE-SET PART 2

Part one is here for reference.

Once you start removing all the shit from your life, they’ll be an empty space. You might not like this, but it really is an opportunity to start planting the seeds of your dreams, creating your dream life. Part 1 was clearing your garden, preparing the soil. Part 2, is actually planting the seeds. You've removed the weeds in your life, you’ve distanced yourself from the friends who bitch and moan, you also decided to create some space from the toxic relatives that remind you of the shame, and traumas from childhood. You started a little meditation and journalling practise, eating a little better, thinking kinder thoughts… but this is where you really start creating a magical life. This is your moment, no distractions, you are truly re-rewriting the script of your life.

See it as a cross roads. Do you choose to go back to what you know, or do you spend the next four months of this year taking serious actions to become who you were destined to be?

So how do you bring the vision boards to life? How do you truly re-set so that you finally shed the old skin of your past and become who you were designed to be?

1 - You need a vision. This needs to inspire and motivate you, so trade in one of your Netflix shows, or social media binges to create your vision. Screenshot images from Pinterest or wherever, add them into a keynote on your laptop, or use Canva, however you make your vision board let it be your absolute wildest dreams. If it's living in one of those houses from Architect Digest magazine in the middle of Norway, go find those images. If its being a badass CEO who makes eight figures, find an image that represents that. Add activities what your day is like, fashion inspo, locations, events, whatever you want your life to look like go create the vision. And make sure it inspires you. You want to feel that little fire in your belly when you look at it, if it’s not giving that energy, keep working on it till it does. Its really important you remind your self of this vision with affirmations as you look at it, ‘I am’, ‘I feel’, ‘I love’ use these power statements as you speak life as you go through each image e.g ‘I am living in my beautiful home on the coast of Spain, it feels so peaceful to wake up to the sunrise and hear the crashing waves as I look out from my balcony, I am so in love with my home, its represents who I truly am, I love my coffee table books (list them out).' Go on a rampage as you speak life into your vision board (do this as a consistent practise daily or weekly).

2 - Part of your re-set is looking the part. You will have a vision completely unique to you of what the dream version for you looks like, smells like, walks like, dresses like. Your goal is to get crystal clear on this and BRING HER TO LIFE. This will be done in steps, but literally start figuring out what you need to do in order to look the part. This might involve a different hair style. If you always dreamed of long hair but your hair is textured - go get a weave or hair extensions, if you are obsessed with those lamination brows and lashes, go figure out how you can look and feel as your dream girl. Stop using money as an excuse, if your hair is too expensive, find someone more affordable, or do it at home. If you can’t afford designers but see yourself living that life go buy a replica and FEEL the part until you can get there. This is about you looking and feeling like your best self, and it might seem unimportant but how you look affects how you feel and that physical glow up adds LEVELS of confidence to a woman. So start moving away from what you know, have known and step into your truth. Let go of the shame from family, friends. Stop living in their shadows, hiding from their opinions and judgements. This is your moment.

3 - Create a routine of greatness. What does your day need to involve for you to show up as your best self? As you reflect you’ll see there are things that work and things that absolutely don’t work in your life and now is your moment is to start adjusting. This is for food, exercise, keeping your home clean, keeping organised. This is also about knowing yourself. For example, if you usually walk your dog in the morning but by the time you come home, you don’t have enough time to do your hair and make-up or eat a healthy breakfast - SHUFFLE your morning. This is about making life work for you. Not you working for life, working to survive, rushing everywhere. No, this is about your life, working to suit you best. So take inventory of what is not working and what is and start adapting. Another example. If you want to whiten your teeth and those strips are not working out for you because they feel horrible and you always forget. Go get a whitening powder you can brush on your teeth after you clean them, plus you brush your teeth everyday, so adding an extra step of brushing with the whitening powder at the sink is a much more effective routine that works for you. Do you get the message? Start re-adjusting your routine so there is more flow, and structure aligned with how you want to live.

4 - You need to fucking exercise. It doesn’t matter how you do it. Just make sure you do it. And exercise that is actually consistent and motivates you. This is your confidence booster, your discipline trainer, your toned body enabler, your energy replenisher, your anti-depressants, your anti-anxiety medication, your meditation, your self love. It’s all that and so much more. If you’re new to exercise start small, and progress. Keep those little promises to yourself and if your annoying friends want to see you, only meet them if they join you on a class which allows you to kill two birds with one stone.

5 - Your passions. Remember those things. The things as a a child that used to bring you joy. Now you have all this free time since you stopped scrolling you can actually remember life before 4 hour binges on tiktok and Netflix. Go grab your skates, your paint brushes, your boombox, your knitting kit, your colouring pencils, your baking materials, your swimming goggles, your library card - whatever the fuck is your passion. GO POUR INTO THAT. Just once a week, even for an hour if that’s all you can manage, but focus on that. This is how you attract more of that positive energy into your life, you connect with your inner child, you soothe her and make her feel so wholesome.

6 - KEEP REFLECTING, as you continue on this journey to becoming your best self, things will work, you’ll trip up a few times, you’ll learn so much about yourself but it's SO important to keep moving forward. For example if you realised you don’t like your social circle, but noticed you keep judging your friends - you are still swirling in low vibration, because that judgmental inner voice is still keeping you in the gutter. Your daily meditation practise, and reflecting would reveal this to you, and without noticing you are still staying stuck. The purpose of this whole re-set is to elevate yourself, your life and start living your dreams. So daily, weekly, as often as you can. Reflect. This worked, this didn’t, this is what I can do better next time, become your own fucking guru. Know thy self. Keep moving forward. Keep checking yourself.

...And remember know one gives a fuck about this journey you’re on, no one is rooting for you, no one cares if you literally remain the same person you’ve always been. This is truly on you. This is your opportunity to take major leap. To quit being the person who feels like she deserves a better life, who wants more. Now you get to actually BE more, live more. This is a transition. You’re moving out of the old shadows and into the light. This is your moment for change, so embrace it. Live it and keep pushing forward.

#manifesting #lawofattraction #levelup #levelup confidence lawofattraction powerofthemind #growthmindset #levelupjourney #manifestyourreality #hypergamy #manifest #manifestingmindset

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megu-meow · 10 months

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love scars - Gojo Satoru

Gojo x Fem. Reader

Summary: you heal Gojo's scars after his fight with Sukuna.

TW: MANGA SPOILERS, hurt, pain, battle scars, blood

Seeing Satoru physically hurt was not something you witnessed often. His infinity kept him safe, not many were able to penetrate the invisible barrier that protected him from outside attacks. However, the King of Curses was one of those few that managed to nullify that defensive power of your beloved husband and you warned the white-haired sorcerer about that possibility before going into battle.

It was heartbreaking for you, to let him go into battle so soon after his unsealing, but you had no other choice. He was the strongest after all, the one destined to defeat the monster called Ryomen Sukuna. You couldn’t just sit there with the others and watch the clash of the strongest, so you decided to wait in the medical ward of Jujutsu Tech, knowing that Satoru would teleport there instantly if he got hurt. Shoko told you about his plan, he didn't want you to be there when he arrived, and he didn't want you to see him hurt, but you couldn't care any less about his preferences. You were a Special Grade sorcerer, a healer with an insane amount of cursed energy, but Gojo didn't want you to take care of his wounds after his fight because of the Heavenly Restriction imposed on your powers. In order to balance out the sheer amount of cursed energy you possessed and the seemingly limitless reversed cursed technique you could produce, your technique had its flaw: the pain that you took away from others by healing them was inflicted on you throughout the duration of the process.

He witnessed it many times, the way it worked, and he held you lovingly, trying to take away the agonizing pain shaking your body. Compared to you, Shoko's powers were a lot more limited, she couldn't deal with greater injuries, however, she could heal him enough so that he could do the rest on his own. There was no way he could allow you to go through the pain he was feeling after Sukuna's back-to-back slashes.

After the longest 2 hours of your life, you suddenly felt a huff of air and Satoru appeared in front of you, growling in pain.

"No, no, no, baby, you're not supposed to be here, go get Shoko, please." he implores, the agonizing pain visible in his cerulean eyes. At least the one you could see, the other slashed in half, covered in blood.

"Shoko's busy with the others, Satoru. You know this is not the job for her, she couldn't do it. I have to be the one to heal you, sweetheart." you explain, already multiplying your cursed energy, ready to produce the RCT needed for a difficult job like this one.

"No, I can't... I can't let you deal with this, my kikufuku. It's unbearable, it's too much." he exclaims, tears running down his face "I can do it myself, I just need a moment to cool down and re-charge my cursed energy."

"No, you can't, Satoru! You're gonna bleed out, I have to do this. Please, let me do this..." you are crying now too, imploring him to finally agree "I love you, please let me do this!"

He takes off his surprisingly intact shirt, he hisses in pain, but he has finally accepted your help. You step closer to him as you put your hand over the deepest cut you could see, one close to his precious heart and you look him in the eyes one last time before starting the process. He leans up to carefully kiss your lips, whispering how much he loves you, how sorry he is, and how everything is going to be fine. He takes your free hand into his and he can feel your grip tightening as his wound fades slowly. For the first few cuts he thinks you're doing great, but you are doing everything in your power to not scream from the agonizing pain. Your eyes are full of tears, your face contorted from the feeling of sharp blades slicing your skin. There are no visible scars or anything signaling that you were hurting, but he knows what you're feeling. It's the same thing he had to endure half an hour ago while fighting Sukuna.

After an hour of constantly healing him, you're about halfway done, but the pain gets nearly unbearable and you scream, trying to push through it for Satoru's sake.

"Baby, please, stop, I'll be okay from now on, I'll do the rest myself, just please stop!" he implores, unable to let you continue. You cannot speak back, you drop your head back, trying to deal with the unbearable pain, but you don't let go. You continue healing him as he implores and begs you to stop. His eye is the most difficult to restore, but you're able to do it, and as soon as his last scar disappears from his body, you collapse into his hands, barely conscious.

"Are you okay, little one? Please tell me you're okay. I love you, I need you to be alright." he says cupping your cheeks, leaving small kisses all over your face and lips.

"I'm fine, 'toru. Don't worry!" you smile lightly, kissing him on the lips "Jus' tired."

"I'm not gonna let you do that again. I don't want you to feel pain, sweetheart. You're so brave, you are amazing. I love you more than anything." he murmurs, kissing the crown of your head as you bury your face in his toned chest, inhaling his scent. He smells like cologne and body wash, a tiny ounce of sweat, but you don't mind. You're glad he's okay and that you were able to heal his porcelain skin, making every scar littered on his body disappear forever.

#gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk imagines #gojo imagine #gojo fluff #jjk x reader #satoru gojo #jjk x you #gojo saturo #gojo angst #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo fanfic #gojou satoru x you

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ham-st4r · 1 year

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𝑹𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒑𝒕.𝟐 - 𝑳. 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈

Pairing: heeseung + female reader!

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, unprotected sex, cream pie, cum eating, daddy kink, cursing, fingering, oral female receiving, rough sex multiple orgasms.

Genre: best friends, smut, 18+, read at your own discretion.

Summary: After your heated session in the back of the minivan with heeseung, you could barely keep your hands to yourself, and you couldn’t wait to get to the hotel so you could feel your best friend inside you again.

Number of words: 2,366k

Sorry for any errors cause I’m sure there’s quite a bit. I just couldn’t re-read it for the millionth time anyways hope you all enjoy 💀

Pt.1 pt.3 pt.4 (I recommend reading the first part but it’s not necessary)

Find your way around!

For the rest of the trip, you and heeseung subtly teased each other in the back of the minivan.

You'd occasionally shift on his lap purposely to tease him, and he'd slip his hands underneath your shirt, toying with your breasts as payback for you being such a tease.

Finally, after nearly an hour, Jay arrived at the destination safely.

Once he checked in, he got four rooms, and you all collectively started grabbing your bags and taking them into the lobby. Of course, heeseung refused to let you carry your own bags. You tried to take them from him, but he insisted, which didn't go unappreciated by you.

"Okay, listen up!" Jay clapped his hands, gathering everyone's attention while still in the lobby. "I only got four rooms 'cause the stay here is ridiculously expensive, and none of you wanted to help pay for it, so, we'll all be sharing rooms," Sunghoon grumbled and folded his arms, leaning up against a pillar off to the side. "So Jungwons with me, sunghoon is with Sunoo. obviously, Jake and his girlfriend can share, and since Y/n and heeseung sat together the whole way here, they can share a room. Sound fair?"

"Why does y/n get heeseung? I sat in the back, too," Sunghoon mumbled.

Jay could faintly make out someone mumbling in protest, but after he scanned the group and no one objected besides Sunghoon, he concluded that everyone else was okay with his setup.

Jay handed out the keycards individually, and you couldn't help but glance at heeseung, who already was looking at you with a mischievous smile on his face, and you could hardly even wait to get in the room alone with him.

He carried both your bags while you led him to your shared room. You swiped the key card and unlocked the door allowing him in first to set all the luggage down.

As soon as the lock clicked and you turned around, he was standing in front of you, towering over your frame while you looked up at him blinking your lashes cutely.

"Come here," he said playfully and gripped your wrist, guiding you to the freshly made bed. His intentions were already clear, but he made it obvious once the backs of your knees hit the mattress, and he removed your flimsy shirt along with your bra, which allowed him to fondle every inch of your upper body.

His hands dropped to the button on your shorts, quickly undoing it. The material slid down your thighs as his fingers dipped inside the waistband of your underwear, dropping those to the floor along with your shorts.

He bit his lip at the sight of your bare pussy and gently pushed you back on the bed. You excitedly scooted out of your bottoms and up to the headboard giving him space to lay between your legs. "So wet and pretty," he whispers while he eyes the glob of wetness leaking from your throbbing cunt and sticking to your inner thighs.

He hooked his forearms around your thighs, spreading them open so he could do what he pleased with you.

Your breath hitched as soon as he flattened his warm tongue against your entrance. He lapped at your clenching hole, slurping up the wetness that leaked out, only for more to take its place just seconds later. "Daddy," you whined when he dug his fingertips into your thighs and licked you clean.

He kissed your clit and looked up from between your legs smiling when he saw just how desperate and needy you already looked. "My baby girl tastes so delicious" his warm breath fanned over your wet pussy, making you shiver with need.

Two of his thick fingers easily slid into you, and he immediately started pumping them in and out, slowly scissoring you open. "Fuck” you moan softly as his fingers explore your insides.

He smiles in satisfaction and accompanies his two fingers with a third, and the moan you let out made his dick twitch in his boxers. The feeling of you clamping down so tightly around his digits made it hard for him to even think straight. "So tight," he murmured in between licks and wet flicks of his tongue.

Your hands find his hair, and you grip the roots tightly, causing him to groan from your tight hold. "All for d-daddy" You ran your fingers through his hair, slightly guiding his movements.

"This little pussy is all mine, right? All nice and wet for your daddy, yeah?" His three fingers were buried knuckle deep in your soaking cunt as he brushed up against your sweet spot making your toes curl, and your thighs tremble in pleasure.

You nodded softly. "Yes," you breathed out, chest heaving from the intensity of your orgasm building up inside you while you ground your pussy down on his face to reach your high.

"That's right, girly fuck daddy's face," he mumbled into your heat and rubbed the pads of his finger's against your warm walls "cum on daddy's fingers like a good girl" He attached his smooth lips over your engorged clit sucking on the sensitive flesh while swirling his tongue until you came with a pleasured moan of his name as your pussy squeezed around his long thick fingers. "There you go, just like that." He caressed you through your orgasm, mumbling soft praises to you as you cried his name in absolute euphoria.

"Mmm," he hummed at the taste of you while slowly riding out your high as the movement of his fingers carefully came to a halt before overstimulating you.

He pulled out his wet fingers, sucking on them one by one like he had just finished the best meal ever, and to him, it was.

He sat up on his knees on the bed, and you watched on with dilated pupils as he threw his tank top off somewhere in the room.

Your bit your lip at the sight of his toned body, and you squeezed your thighs together at the mouth-watering beauty before you. He caught you staring him up and down, and he couldn't help but smirk at your lustful gaze. "On all fours," he commanded and smiled once he saw you crawling over to him on the bed.

Without him even having to tell you, you pulled both his bottoms down, watching as his dick stood up right in front of your face. Your eyes gleamed with pure lust eyeing the head of his cock that was already covered in pearly precum. "Turn around for me, baby" Once you were turned around and on all fours, he smoothed his hands over your bare back, arching it by pressing down on your lower spine. "Baby, I just cleaned you off, and you already made a mess," he teased when he saw more of your essence escaping your quivering hole.

"Sorry, Daddy, I c-can't help it," you whined pathetically and wiggled your ass, silently begging him to do something to you.

He kicked off his pants the rest of the way and rested his warm heavy length on your backside, rubbing his cock between the crevice of your ass teasingly, he smiled to himself when your body tensed each time his sticky tip brushed past your tight rim. "That's okay, baby," he assured you with a gentle kiss on your spine. "That's just how daddy likes his little girl all wet and messy," he says with a honey-like tone while gripping your hips. "Daddy loves cleaning you up after" he placed his palms on your butt, spreading your asscheeks and pushing his tip at your entrance before sinking inside of you.

"D-daddy," your moans were loud but definitely not exaggerated. Even though he had just barely gotten his tip in, it already felt amazing.

"You like taking daddy's dick?" He pushed in deeper, groaning softly until he was buried to the absolute hilt, not giving you enough time to adjust nor answer his question.

You dropped your head down and gripped the bedsheets tightly when you felt him pulsing deep inside you. The thickness of his cock splitting you open was too overwhelming. It was the most pleasure you've ever felt in your whole entire life.

"Y-yes," you managed to stutter out as he created a steady rhythm, slowly fucking into you from the back.

"You love taking daddy's dick, huh?" He asked with a teasing tone.

"Fuck yes, I love taking your big dick, Daddy" Your toes curled in pleasure as you arched your back as far as it could go so you could feel every last inch of him.

"Such a naughty little thing," he chuckles and spanks your ass lightly, the small noise bouncing off the walls of the hotel room. "Baby girl, I wish you could see how your pussy is just sucking me right in" he groaned at the sight of your cunt lips wrapped tightly around his girth. "So good at taking what daddy has to give" he caressed your ass with his large palms picking up the pace once you adjusted to his size a bit more.

He squeezed your plump ass gripping the flesh tightly as he angled his thrust to hit deeper, causing the headboard to bang against the wall with each harsh slam of his hips.

"Ah ah ah," You shrieked each time his tip brushed against your cervix, and you involuntarily squeezed his length. He kept ruthlessly pounding into you despite how tightly you clenched his dick. His sweaty thighs smacked against yours, creating loud clapping noises in your guy's hotel room. "Daddy!" You mewled out into the mattress.

"You feel so fucking good. Daddy could stay in your tiny little pussy forever, baby," he grunted out, and you could have sworn it was the hottest thing you've ever heard. Just when you thought it couldn't get any better, he started snapping his hips into you roughly, and the bed began to squeak as his balls smacked against your swollen clit, causing your eyes to roll in the back of your head.

"Fuck” you whimper when one particular thrust makes you slip forward and lose your balance. He fell forward with you, but that wasn't going to make him let up. He continued sliding in and out of your used hole relentlessly.

He hooked his arm around your tummy with one hand to keep you secure while the other reached around your body to stimulate your clit as he leaned on top of you, pressing his sweaty chest on your back and wildly bucking his hips into you. "Come on girly, cream your daddy's dick. Get it nice and messy baby," he panted next to your ear, sloppily kissing your jawline and the corner of your lips.

"Cumming, Daddy!" The words he spoke, mixed with his soft fingertips rubbing your delicate clit in circles, sent you over the edge, and your walls spasmed around him length uncontrollably.

"There it is," he talked lowly in your ear. "Good girl"

"Fuck! Daddy, please cum inside me," you pleaded.

"Yes, baby girl," he moaned into your ear, and there was no way he could resist the urge to let himself go at that moment. The feeling of your warm cunt squeezing around him so deliciously was too much for him to handle. "I'm about to cum” he panted next to your ear, and just seconds later he was releasing his seed inside your hole, whimpering as his orgasm overtook his entire body. "Fuck” he whimpered while slowly stroking your walls and riding out your highs together.

Your pussy restlessly convulsed around his dick, milking him the same way you did in the minivan earlier.

"You just made daddy cum so fucking hard, baby," he chuckled breathlessly in the air, and he can't remember a time when an orgasm felt as good as the ones he had with you.

He slowly pulled out halfway, only to push inside again fucking his cum back into you.

"yes, Daddy," you whined helplessly into the mattress when you felt his dick slipping in and out of you with ease due to both your guys' cum.

You loved the wet slippery feeling of his throbbing dick rubbing and caressing your overstimulated walls.

“Feels so good,” he whispered and closed his eyes while placing wet kisses all over your neck.

You felt too good to him, and he didn't want to stop no matter how many times he pulled out and then bottomed out again. He could never get used to how wet and warm you felt as you hugged his dick so perfectly, and he wasn't lying about staying inside of you forever cause if he could, he definitely would.

You both moaned in overstimulation after a while, so he slowed his pace to drag out this moment for as long as possible cause neither of you wanted it to end.

But, eventually, the exhaustion kicked in, and you both began to feel sleepy after the steamy exchange.

He very reluctantly pulled out of you and tiredly rolled you over on the bed, diving between your legs and licking up the mess he made. "Mmm," you moaned and curled your toes into the soft mattress from the feeling of his warm saliva-coated tongue licking between your glistening folds.

"Told you daddy loves cleaning you up" he winked and stuck his tongue out again, gently lapping up everything before it even hit the bed.

He placed a gentle kiss on your pubic bone and crawled back on top of you, lacing his fingers with yours and resting his cheek beside your head.

"Can't believe we have this whole room to ourselves for nearly two weeks," he mumbles exhaustedly with a sleepy smile on his face.

Naturally, you already knew what he was implying.

"Me neither," you giggle at the not-so-innocent idea he had come up with.

He smiled tiredly before kissing the tip of your nose. "Goodnight, girly" his eyes fluttered shut as a satisfied sigh left his lips.

"Night, hee," you whisper and kiss his cheek before shutting your eyes and drifting off to dreamland with him.

Needless to say, you couldn't wait for tomorrow.

FIN

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𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐜𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐨

𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

❦ Pairing: Nanami Kento x (Fem)Reader

❦ Warnings: MDNI/18+ only. smoking (nanami does it while reader secondhands), lap dancing, thigh riding, degradation, praise kink, dirty talk, daddy kink (it's said like twice maybe three times because i cant handle writing it too much), vaginal fingering, squirting, slight impact play, semi-public sex, rough sex, car sex, vaginal sex, finger sucking, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, creampie

❦ Word Count: 15132

❦ Summary: There were various emotions swirling within his eyes, like his body and mind couldn’t figure out which one to grasp onto with you near him and there was an internal struggle with both parts of his mind trying to figure out what to do with you. You assumed you could feel flattered and prideful over that, getting the reserved Nanami Kento to swallow harshly at the sight of you and having him get jealous over you.

It made you want him all the more.

❦ A/N: yall remember this outfit

well it's what made me write this and made me think about ruining his pants as i rode -

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It was too long of a moment before you realized he was watching you again – through his peripheral vision once more he had been eyeing you carefully in patterns. You could feel his stare crawling onto your skin like phantom itches despite not openly looking at him; call it an intuition, but you knew he had been watching you oh-so discreetly the entire night.

You wouldn’t have noticed if that hadn’t been your plan in the long-run, and he had been watching you for months in the same way you had been watching him out of the corner of your eyes for months. After that, it seemed to become a tangible game of cat and mouse, the both of you alternating between each player on the offense and on the defense to see who could catch who in a slip-up and corner them for the pounce.

(It was all in the eyes, and if you were being honest, he had you beat there.)

His eyes were as dark as the shadows he was bathed in, only the neutral pattern of his coat and powder blue of his turtleneck were visible along the edges of the darkness creeping in from the outside and the sheen of his blonde hair highlighted from the city outside of his car. His free hand laid between his spread thighs limp, yet there was an undertone of apprehension in them from the very way he had the other tightly gripped onto the steering wheel the entire ride to where he was taking you both, the shine of his Tag Heuer watch in the low light of his car making him seem all the more mysterious. You could count the veins that were protruding outwards in his hand and those visible in his forearm holding the steering wheel from his rolled up sleeves, could count each way he had shifted in his seat from the tense atmosphere, and could count each individual glance he had taken to you.

Though, that wasn’t to say you hadn’t been seeking your own glances to him the entire night.

The foot on the gas pedal of his car in all its sleek black glory pressed down harder, the engine purring in response to it as he sped up a fraction to get to the destination he seemed to have planned for you both – and you knew it wasn’t your or his apartment, you could see it in his eyes when he had approached you and pressed his lips to your ear, asking you if he needed to take you home or if you wanted to go elsewhere with him. You had obliged him, giddy in the way he had curled his fingers around your wrist and led you out of the club with a meaningful glare towards anyone else, away from everyone’s watchful eyes and the muted, giggling whispers about you two leaving together. It was like they were betting on it as much as you had been, wondering when all the tension would stretch to its maximum and finally snap for what had been brewing in-between you two for six months.

Pursuing him in your own right seemed to be the definition of a slow-burn; he was reserved as they came and preferred to keep things strictly work-related, but there were twists and curves in your ‘just coworkers’ relationship along the way as the friendly dinners and murmuring touches along each other’s arms became something more than just two people who were comfortable in each other’s presence. He could see it in the way you looked at him, all twinkling eyelashes in mascara and vision tinged in sapphire for your lust for him, but also the way you coated yourself in adoration each time he was around because you were sure what you were feeling was more than just lust if six months of pining over him spoke for anything.

And yet, you could see it in his eyes – something he had tried to definitely hide behind those silly little goggles he wore when you saw him most – in spite of your tinted vision of yearning. There was something else there hidden in those umber irises, something you couldn’t quite place your finger on since his eyes were at times too intense to even look into and you often shied away from in response. He had no problem meeting your gaze however, a master of making eye contact as he liked to look people in the eye as he spoke and a master of making you squirm as it seemed folly to try and decipher any meaning behind his eyes, leading you to believe that perhaps your desire was unwanted, or he was oblivious.

Nevertheless of that, you knew it was there, and his behavior that night further cemented it from the way he had glared at you over the rim of his glass of Whiskey while you eyed him as you danced, the amber liquid scalding like his gaze and rough like the way it felt in your throat when you teasingly took a swig from him in a chance to get him wound up. It had worked a fraction (a clenched jaw and a narrowed set of eyes as you only smiled, giggled at him, and poked your tongue out to lick your bottom lip in response before prancing off), but it was nothing compared to what made him slam his feet down off of his barstool, leaving a generous tip (and paying for you as well), and to come after you, the deep blue lights of the club highlighting and shadowing his features in a cutting edge that made you clench your thighs and hitch your breath in anticipation the longer he looked at you with that mask of indifference.

And at that moment then, it was only a question of whenever he would snap and give in to give you both what you had been skipping around the bush for in your not-so silent or unknown play of pining and sexual tension.

In your peripherals you watched as the hand that laid limp in his lap rose and dug into his pants pocket, fishing out a cigarette from his carton before addressing you quietly for the first time in several minutes. “Mind if I smoke?”

You curled your toes in your laced-up heels, nails painted white and knees feeling weak watching him raise his cigarette already to his lips, “Not at all.” He didn’t waste any time afterwards, the window rolling down a smidge as you watched him intently, quick in lighting it and pushing it to the corner of his mouth. Your mouth was dry then, discreetly staring at his lips before you wetted your own with a swipe of your tongue, “You’ve smoked an awful lot tonight…”

Kento didn’t answer you, only a hum leaving him as he focused on driving for the time being and made his way through winding roads and sharp turns out of part of the city where the club was located. He wasn’t in the mood to seemingly discuss that particular piece of information, possibly afraid that it would reveal too much of his true reasoning as to why he wanted to leave the club with you so early. You let your eyes fall away from him, a pitfall of anxiety and rushing excitement making home in your stomach as you waited for the inevitable while you let your gaze wander looking out the rain droplet-spattered window on the passing buildings and scenery.

Tokyo looked like a metropolis. The architecture was always interesting to look at – from grandiose skyscrapers to local houses with style made of tin. In Tokyo, the majority of the residential buildings there were compact. They were either small and very square, or tall and rectangular thin, existing in varying shades of coffee, caramel and grey and neatly placed together. Although Tokyo had its area of skyscrapers and modern architecture, the overwhelming feeling there was for design to be functional and straightforward was present, rather than used as a showpiece. Being nearly its own separate entity altogether and the capital, it was given personal art deco and art nouveau that was something utterly fascinating to you.

Though all of that was becoming was to become a sight on the horizon, the roads changing from being full of traffic to having stragglers of long-haul trucks and random cars alone, the view of the buildings changing to a seemingly endless forest full of darkness and winding roads. Tokyo was becoming a gleam on the horizon the more he drove on to pass free of any stoplights and stop-signs, the clock ticking towards midnight in a sign that whenever you two were going, you two were going to be very much alone.

In the corner of your conscious lulled by the humming of his car, you memorized the way the rain tinkled on his windshield and how the windshield wipers rapidly came up slapping the water away as you turned your gaze to it at the final stoplight before you assumed was your destination. The whole process looked oddly mesmerizing, to the point your eyes nearly began to droop and a frown slipped on your mask at your oncoming haphazard fatigue. You didn’t necessarily realize you had done it, nor did you realize when, but you had placed your feet upon his dash in a fit to make yourself comfortable and forgoing completely any manners and where you were as you lost your train of thought.

Kento’s voice broke you out of your thoughts once more.

“You shouldn’t put your feet on the dash,” he started off softly, until his gruff voice rose in volume with his next sentence, “and you should put your seatbelt on.”

He startled you at first, blinking as you left the trenches of your brain addled with wayward thoughts as you turned your head fully to look at him. His eye remained on the road ahead of him, yet you could not take your own off his visage in the crimson shine of the stoplight. It made him look… dangerous, a far cry from how he looked pliant and gentle underneath the blue lights of the club. The red contrasted and highlighted his features nicely; from the sharp crease of his jaw, the side view of his bottom lip plumper than his top with the cigarette hanging off his lip, the aristocratic nose, his dark eyelashes falling over his dark eyes, and the angled, nicely trimmed and arched brows overtop.

He looked… God, you couldn’t describe then. But he was so handsome, and it made you want to scream.

Regardless, you pushed those thoughts away – and the faint lingering of arousal beneath your naval – swallowing harshly before you piped up in another tease to let the awkward mood simmer away, “Oh yeah? ‘Traffic Regulation Number One’?” Even as you said it, you removed your feet and did not miss the way his eyes remained on the way your dress rode up on your thighs in the process.

Kento glanced at you again, a glint in his eyes that made you cross your ankles, “Not only that, if we were to wreck you would suffer more than I,” he turned his head to you then, challengingly staring into your eyes, “and I can’t have that.”

That time you stared at him as you considered his words carefully, only coming up short to why – other than genuinely caring for people, including yourself – he even mentioned it before you reached for the seatbelt and slowly put it on. You could blame your forgetfulness of it on always walking and taking the bus everywhere, though he didn’t seem to mind otherwise. Once it clicked, you looked up at him from under your eyelashes, “Happy?”

“Extremely.” He says with the world’s most monotone voice.

You tottered on further as the light continued to remain red, “I doubt we’d even get in an accident… you’ve been driving like ten under the speed limit.”

“It’s raining,” he argued back, a hint of exasperation in his tone, “and are you so surprised I follow regulations?”

You stretched your legs out, “It’s only raining a little. And I wouldn’t say ‘surprised’, maybe… a bit of a cliché for you.”

“’Cliché’? How so?”

“Have you seen yourself? Everything about you screams ‘punctuality’, and your willingness to follow all the rules. I feel like you need to loosen up…” you trailed off eyeing him up and down unashamedly, aware he could probably feel it.

Kento abruptly grinded out his cigarette in his ashtray sitting within the cup holder, a bit of a slight underlining of his true strength showing through as he did it. “’Loosen up’…” he practically hissed the words out between the cracks of his teeth; the sound making it nearly like he had tasted a horrible beverage and was trying to get the taste of the liquid off of his taste buds. He glanced you at once more and both hands were on steering wheel, tight in the way he held it. “You’re saying I’m predictable.” He wasn’t asking, he was just repeating your statement back to you in a different fashion. He was curious then.

“Sometimes, but I’m still trying to figure that out… Though from your behavior tonight, maybe I don’t really know.”

His head slowly turned to you, eye half-lidded over that molten gaze and sending a sharp, shrilling tingle down the ridged bones along your spine. You held his gaze however, not one to be so easily one-upped and having your fair share of looking men in the eye so effortlessly to get them at your mercy, yet it was different with him. He was… dangerous, all the more giving off that feeling the longer you gazed openly at him in blood-colored lighting so much like the nearly visible tension between you two as you realized you might have been completely wrong about him being horribly uptight and haughty.

His little performance in the club was enough evidence to back that up, buuuuuuut you were in a teasing mood again and had piqued his interest in the matter. Gone were your nerves thinking of how you two were supposed to remain strictly platonic in the way coworkers were supposed to be, in was your lust clawing away at your brain like a caged beast for something you had not felt in so long. Metaphorical vines straight from the sinful garden were ensnaring you in and blooming with azure roses in comparison to lust’s color association, slowly crawling out around your limbs and reaching for him.

You wanted him.

And you had a good guess that he wanted you, though it was just matter of playing your cards right to get your answer.

Kento finally answered you, a languid blink on his eyes before he sent a slow look down the course of your body, “I supposed you don’t.”

You hummed leaning slightly forward and slowly beginning to raise your hand, a new idea born within your mind, “Call it an intuition. Though…” The air shifted between you two once more, the lingering taste of seduction about as you stretched your hand out further to him, “I don’t think it’d kill you to have a little fun for once and loosen up…?”

Your hand landed on his thigh, to which he suddenly tensed up from the contact and his grip on the steering tightening up to point you thought he may have ripped it off if he wanted to. You had landed up closer towards his hip, feeling his quads flex and twitch underneath your smooth glide to let your sit your hand closer to his knee. Then, only for a moment, you dug your nails through his skin and into his pants.

However, he kept his composure for that moment, regarding you carefully after a particular hard swallow that made his Adam’s apple bob, “Did I not come to club tonight after you begged me?”

You rolled your eyes at him and sent him another sultry look from underneath your eyelashes with a small pout on your lips, “Yeah, but all you did was sit in the corner and drink sips out of one glass of Whiskey; sulking, and even when I asked you to come dance with me you wouldn’t.” You made it a point to sigh dramatically after finishing your sentence to give him a clue that you were somewhat hurt by him, circling your finger along his pants while you mulled the entire night over in your mind.

When you first saw him standing outside your apartment door for the night, you hardly even recognized it was even him at first.

Nanami Kento was known for dressing to the nines every day for work, as he usually wore a three-piece suit with shining Oxford shoes to match; the suit crisp, free of wrinkles, without a single piece of lint on it, and his shoes looking like they had been newly bout despite him having bought them two years beforehand. Though, what he showed up wearing for the night… he certainly dressed for the club.

You knew Kento had name-brand clothing, and you figured that they were just his tailored suits and expensive shoes, but the moment you spied the particular set he was wearing and realized you had seen it once flicking through a magazine at the Dentist’s Office while chomping gum you weren’t supposed to, thinking nothing of it then on the model but appreciating it, yet seeing it like you were… It was all the more appealing on the eye from the way he seemed to model it without trying, and how the fabric layered onto his sculpted body to accentuate his complexion and hair perfectly underneath the low light of your apartment’s hallway. He looked… stunning (not like he never did anyway).

Kento dressed himself purely in Dolce & Gabbana; a neutral, double-breasted overcoat, and in plaid-like pattern was what caught your eyes first, buttoned once in the middle and a brooch pinned onto the left collar of it with a pretty, powder blue turtleneck underneath it. His pants looked crisp and in the same fabric of his overcoat and his shoes were new too you noticed, black with shiny golden emblems atop them. You knew he had still had that watch on too, he never went anywhere without it, and his hair looked styled all the more from his usual day of work; he truly had went out of his way.

(Sometimes you wondered truly how much money he ended up making at his office job.)

You had taken to shamelessly looking him up and down, an eyebrow lifting up and your throat hot as panties were suddenly too uncomfortable for you even wear any longer.

“You look handsome.”

Kento had done the same to you, passionate eyes free from his usual goggles, and he took in your silvery and glittery mini-dress that had the world’s most plunging V-neck and free of a back and split up on each side of your hips. The laced-up heels were just for fun, but you liked the way he looked at them.

And from how he drug a slow, dreamy course look up your body back to your face with his own challenging eyebrow raising, you knew he liked your outfit just as much as you liked his.

“You’re beautiful.”

Briefly, you had wondered if he purposefully left out ‘look’ but decided not to look too much into it since it set your belly spiraling and thighs twitching.

It was a defining moment that you actually got him to come with you, Kento never being one to go out where there were crowds and preferring to stay at home to read a book. Not like you didn’t like that about him anyway, but the moment Satoru asked you if you wanted to go out for the night that was supposed to be just bar-hopping on your behalf while he sat back and watched your alcohol intake sipping on his water, turned into him insisting you go to some club the moment he learned you were tagging Kento along with you, you knew you had made the right choice in doing so. You could vividly still see the wide Cheshire grin that stretched across his lips abnormally wide the moment he saw you in your dress and heels with the straps twirling along your calves up to your knees and Kento trailing behind you dressed to the nines in Dolce & Gabbana with his eyes only for you and only on you, you knew then you were in for a Hell of night.

You sighed inwardly though as you remembered the way Satoru had snickered in your ear about Kento watching your every move and telling you he had plan that could work, knowing good and well the plan would either fail horribly, or work tremendously. You were iffy in following in with whatever he had planned, as he was not someone who had not even ever been in a relationship (sans if you wanted to count the soulmate bond you knew he had with Suguru) and couldn’t talk to women to save his life as he literally had not ever pursued one that much and preferred to complain about how scary they were. Though you supposed that if he knew how to rile Kento up, he knew how to do it well.

In the end, you had little to no drinks for the night, wanting to remain sober on the behalf of not wanting to humiliate yourself in front of Kento, and after the moment he declined dancing with you Satoru had swooped in and came to your aid. He asked you to dance as his sunglasses slid down a fraction allowing you to see those luminous eyes with a knowing glint and wink you were only able to see, and you took his hand and let him take you to dance floor. After that… well, that was the moment Kento had swiveled around on his stool and stomped after you the second Satoru stepped away from you after the small dance and asked you to leave with him.

You knew then that his little plan to make Kento jealous had worked, and you wouldn’t have been in his car with him brewing with extreme sexual tension and want if you hadn’t followed along.

You’d have to thank him if everything worked out.

Kento’s eyes darkened and hardened, the memories of everything coming back to him all at once and you watched his jaw clench before the harsh words were tumbling out of his mouth, “You seemed more than content enough to dance with Gojo.”

You rolled your eyes again, repressing the urge to giggle at his blatant jealousy and walking two fingers along his thigh, “Is that what this is? You're mad that I danced with him after you rejected me? You can’t blame a girl for trying though, which is exactly why I said you need to ‘loosen up’,” you hissed those last two words out, gripping his knee again and batting your eyelashes at him.

He stared at you for a long moment, his eyes revealing more than perhaps he would’ve liked and you nearly felt like shrinking as the seconds passed without him moving a muscle and only gazing at you. There were various emotions swirling within his eyes, like his body and mind couldn’t figure out which one to grasp onto with you near him and there was an internal struggle with both parts of his mind trying to figure out what to do with you. You assumed you could feel flattered and prideful over that, getting the reserved Nanami Kento to swallow harshly at the sight of you and having him get jealous over you.

It made you want him all the more.

It was a few more moments before you let go of his thigh, sitting back up into your seat and keeping your eyes on him, a finality in your words as he let off the gas when the stoplight turned green and resumed on with a left turn. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

He glanced at you once more, a sharp, matter-of-fact one as he turned the wheel once more with just his palms and slowed the car down until it came to a complete stop. You discreetly looked around as you eyed a smooth and rippling lake from the patter of raindrops stretched out below the both of you situated on top of a hill, gleaming a shining silver and a deepening onyx in the night and in the presence of rain. Delicate pine trees lined the horizon of what you could see, edging around the lake and fading into the darkness of the night and rainfall the more you looked at them. It was a gorgeous sight, and the moment Kento killed the car engine you heard an owl hoot in the distance, the lonesome sound surprisingly peaceful and adding to the atmosphere.

As you looked on, he only offered you two words. “We’re here.”

The more childish degree of you wanted to pout at his swift dodge of not answering your question, though ended up humming in acknowledge and bringing up his choice in taking you both, “A secret little lake? Wasn’t expecting this…”

You heard him grunt as you eyed the water, fixated on the way it rippled with each hit from a drop of rain before he quietly responded with an air of distraction about him. “I would come here sometimes after long shifts at the office, it’s a nice place to clear your mind up from everything. And I’d like to think no one knows it’s out here.”

You sat quietly for a few moments, eyeing the dark forest surrounding you both and wondering what brought it about for him to take you there. Deciding to lighten the mood, you teased him a fraction, wanting to bring him out of whatever dampening mood he seemed to be in, “Did you bring me out here to kill me and dump my body in the water?”

Kento snorted, “Hardly.”

You hummed again to his gruff admission, taking notice that he had turned the car off but he had made no moves to get out of the car. Though you briefly became startled whenever he suddenly undid his seatbelt before sitting himself further into his seat, your eyes sliding over to him as you realized he had already been staring over at you. You subtly fiddled with the hem of your dress, sensing the electricity in-between you two after the stunt you had pulled.

Not that you were complaining.

You stretched in your spot and sighed, feeling your back pop along with your neck as eyed him once more, “So what’d you bring me out here for?”

He was quiet, and his gaze nearly frightened you (but you never did scare easy), before he swallowed again, “To talk.”

“’Talk’?” you repeated back, a hum leaving your chest as another smirk played along your lips, “You know you could’ve talked me at the club too, right?” you turned slightly to your side to face him better, making a show to rub your thighs together and relishing the way he watched the movement.

“Too distracting, and too many people there.”

You swung your right leg up, giving him a peek of your panties as you propped your leg up atop his thigh, the heel of your stiletto digging into his pants a bit, yet not enough to harm him. He was quick to curl his fingers around your ankle, his thumb rubbing the bone to make sure you kept your foot placed there. “Really? Could’ve sworn you were more than intent enough with the way you had been staring at me all night, but maybe it’s not me who was so distracting…” You shot him a knowing look, realizing you had hit the nail on the head whenever his brow wrinkled, and his mouth thinned. Sighing, you continued on, thinking he wasn’t about to reply to that, “Don’t be like that, Kento. You know you can’t be jealous over Satoru for taking my attention from you..."

“For once, you’re wrong,” he said, voice taking in that commanding tone that made you snap your mouth shut the moment you heard the first syllable leave his mouth. “More-so annoyed with myself over declining you like that,” he continued, two fingers tickling along your calf all the way up to the bend of your knee, “There’s no reason for me to be jealous,” he curled his hand underneath your knee, lifting your leg up and leaning his body over so that his mouth closed in on your ankle, his breath tickling your skin as he spoke more, “Why would I be jealous when I know you’re already mine?”

The moment he pressed a kiss to your ankle your skin erupted into goosebumps, nearly losing your composure to keep up your attitude for his bold-bold claim that tickled your insides and made your cheeks warm. “I’m yours? That’s a bold claim…”

“Please,” Kento started with a sharp look up towards your face, keeping his gaze locked with your as he pressed another kiss to your calf, “You’re hopeless if you think I haven’t noticed.” His hand moved to curl around your calf once more, another kiss placed to your shin that time as hum vibrated out of his throat, “And you’re completely obliviousness if you haven’t noticed my own feelings at this point.”

Necessarily, you hadn’t been too oblivious in thinking so yet thinking back to everything you realized perhaps isn’t all about lust and more emotional than you realized. “Oh.” Had been your quiet response, a whisper that made him hum into your skin again.

“You have chills… I wonder why.”

He knew damn well why, and he released your leg to let your bring back into your space, eagerly as well anxiously awaiting your response for him. You swallowed down the thick tension, eyelashes ghosting over your eyes in your cute blinks as you regarded him for a long moment before speaking. “So, what do you wanna do about that now, Kento?” Your tone was sly and mischievous, yet shaky in want.

Kento was giving you his own version of the Stanley Kubrick Stare with less murderous intent and more seduction pooling into his eyes, and longer you both stared at one and another the antsier you got in you want to know exactly what he was thinking. Fortunately, he finally spoke back up, curing you of the itching want to know what was on his mind and the tingling along your inner thighs.

“Do you want this truly?”

It was soft, vulnerability laced within his voice as he asked you for permission first before doing anything else. It warmed you, but he should have known what your answer would always be for him.

“Yes.”

Kento languidly blinked at you, eyes falling on the way your coat was still covering your body somewhat until they made towards the way you had your thighs pressed together and your hands then placed neatly into your lap. He lingered on your legs until he rolled his gaze back upwards to your face, leaving behind the specter of lava in his trail and mimicked you by marginally raising his eyebrow in question to yours. It made you bite the inside of your cheek, almost feeling like shrinking under such an intense stare from him as the atmosphere in-between you two boiled to a blistering degree as the small space in separation only seemed to close in on you both.

You briefly grew aware you still had your coat and seatbelt on, wanting to take both off to help with the growing heat until he broke the silence again and froze you from making any movements.

“Come here.”

He spoke with refined poised, yet an underlining of uncontrolled gruff that churned a sharp, familiarity in your lower abdomen as you let his words sink into you to understand where he was going with it. It seemed his little display of annoyance from before was more of his display of biting back for control in your teasing and making slip over the edge. Nevertheless, your lips twitched as you realized where he was trying to go with it.

Truth be told, you’d secretly been hoping he’d pull a stunt like that.

Your anxiety about the earlier worry of what possibly caused him to seek you out like that was out of the window, the window still spattered with rain highlighted into the shadowed car by the neon lights of the car console so perfectly underlining his features and making him all the more handsome that you couldn’t resist. You didn’t necessarily care for the bigger topic at hand at that moment, and neither did he – which may have not been the smartest decision, yet the scorching friction between you two was increasing beyond belief and you both desperately needed to settle it.

And for that, you chose your next words carefully to see if Kento was biting at what you thought he was.

“Play some music for me.”

He held your gaze as his arm lifted, his hand coming up next as he deliberately pointed a finger out to mess with the radio until he got it to a low volume loud enough for you both to hear and to feel the vibrations from the bass rumble throughout the car and into the seats for your bodies to feel. You watched him keenly the entire time, trailing your gaze from his finger still sitting atop his radio, over the skin of his exposed forearm and the sleeve of his blue turtleneck, over the bulge of his bicep and up to his face still impassive in its expression, yet his bright and dilated the longer he glowered at you. You felt your lips twitch upwards for a smirk, heart pounding and gut curling despite the excitement you felt for what you were about to do.

All the teasing glances, soft touches, hushed whispers and hot stare downs were finally all coming down to the head of the sexual tension that spilled over like magma breaking free from a volcano. The lava was free to ruin, your body and mind succumbing underneath its scorching weight as you sent him a candied smile and obliged him.

“How can I say no now?” You shrugged your coat off, letting your bare arms and shoulders come into view – to which he ate up at the sight of more exposed skin – before you leant over to undo your heels and stopped just as quickly as your slid a finger under the winding straps below your knee.

“Keep them on… The dress too.”

Kento spoke authoritatively, leaving you no room to even consider to take either of the articles off as you sat back up straight in your seat and looked over to him with a slow blink. “Okay,” you eventually answered, finally doing in and unbuckling your seatbelt as it was the final thing separating you both. And once that bind was free, you knew there was no going back.

At that, Kento leant back up, arms outstretching for you and eyes heavily lidded, “Come here then.”

With an intake of a long inhale and your heart pounding inside of your skull akin to thunder rolling, you made you way over to him, warmth spreading throughout your body the moment he slipped both hands under your arms and around your back, sliding them down to glide over your ass for a second before gripped you on the back of your thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck in return and leaned into him, nearly sighing aloud as the warmth of his body had your own body propelling into another round of arousing sensation, the smell of his cologne (Armani you were sure; more specifically Armani Eau de Cèdre that you had caught a whiff of on some of the more prestigious of men. The woody tones with the spicy nuances mixed in with a mouthwatering tea note were so very familiar to you and you personally enjoyed the smell. It was sophisticated and elegant, something that matched him just perfectly you thought) intoxicating you and spiraling you into a descent of nirvana.

Before you were more than warm and relaxed just sitting beside him, completely content with his presence alone yet getting him so close to and holding you was another thing altogether.

Kento handled you like he handled that fine, China vase filled with lilies at his apartment on his dining table; delicate in the way he let his calloused hands find way on your body and lifted you like you were something completely precious to him that he didn’t want broken. Despite the awkward angle as well, he picked you up from your seat effortlessly and you pulled your legs up to bend them to not knock them or your pretty heels along his stick shift or knock over the ashtray in his cup holder. He maneuvered you over with ease into his seat, finding yourself hovering over his lap for a moment as he removed one hand to fiddle with the seat so that he could recline it back to let you to be comfortable. A second later you felt the seat move, his body leaning as far back as he could while holding onto you still before his hands returned to rubbing along your bare back, soothing to let you know he was done, and you could move whenever.

You were more than ready too if the slightly damp panties were anything to go by and the heat within your lower abdomen.

And with that you plopped down onto him, the misjudgment of where you were hovering over him and how he was holding you slightly off as you landed atop his thigh with your own straddling it and tightening up around whenever his muscles flexed and pressed up against your clothed cunt. However, it was fine for the time being, you wanted to egg him on further, and by the looks of it he wanted you to as well.

You sat back away from him as you slid your hands to lay atop his shoulders, meeting his intense gaze and relaxing your body and mind and letting it move to the low hum of the music playing in his car. You began in slow erotic rolls, satisfaction building within when you watched his nostrils flare.

His hands slid down to grasp onto your hips in a firm hold, his reclined form with you beginning to swing your hips across his thigh feeling all the more inviting as you watched his eyes follow the movements of your hips with indifference marring his expression. He was playing nonchalant, like he didn’t get jealous at the club, drag you out to a secluded location and all but ask you do to what you were doing.

You sighed tapping your fingers onto his shoulders to catch his attention, only speaking once his gaze flitted back up to yours, “If I had known this was what you wanted, I would’ve let you take me a lot sooner… But,” your slid an index finger diagonally before plucking the button of his overcoat free, exposing chest and abdomen and gently scratching along until your nail was tapping onto the bone protruding from his collarbone through his shirt, “I liked seeing you get a little jealous and drag me out yourself…” you titled your head and pressed your breasts closer to him, mouth quirking up at side when he only continued to watch and listen, “Maybe I should’ve done that a lot sooner if it would’ve ended up like this.”

A huff left him, “Is that why you were flirting with him? To just make me jealous in the end and get what you want?”

“And if I said yes?”

“I wouldn’t believe you. You flirt, but you flirt to tease,” his free hand fell to his pocket, retrieving his carton of cigarettes as he laid onto the center console for a brief moment. “You tease me and then you run off for the chase.”

Damn, he could read you like an open book.

You lifted your hands from his shoulders to dig them into the seat’s headrest just behind him, your hips rotating slightly faster as you watched his nostrils flare from the action, “Attentive, aren’t you?” you drummed your fingers onto the cushion, tilting your head at him more as you lowered yourself further down onto his thigh, “You don’t like chases?” Your voice breached off at the end, higher pitched as an all-telling dampness settled within your panties and a coil grew inside of your abdomen.

He had another cigarette between his index and middle fingers, beginning to fish out his lighter as he continued the banter with you, “It’s my job to chase really. I chase… then I capture…” he let the double meaning echo out into the car, an eyebrow cocking back up at you for your little, ‘Hmph’ as he finally found his lighter deep within his pocket.

You weren’t done, however. “Smoking again, Kento? You’ll contract a lung disease at his point, and doing it while I’m in your lap too?”

He had placed it in-between lips by then, not lighting it in that moment as he spoke around the stick and let it bob from the movement, “You told me you didn’t mind smoke, and right now I’m about due one and I’ll try not to blow it in your face.” You can blow whatever you want in my face.

You leant forward into his face, freezing him in his actions as your mouth came to rest against the tip of his cigarette, “I wanna taste,” you murmured with your lips slightly closing in around the cigarette.

“Thought you didn’t smoke,” he slowly and roughly mumbled back, eyes on your lips once more.

You hummed leaning back away from him and slightly arching your back, “I said I don’t really smoke, but sometimes maybe I want to.” Your hips were slowing back down to grinding against thigh, the low vibration of the music rumbling the car and the brewing sexual tension encouraging you to slow down and work at him in a build-up.

Though from the feeling of the hardening cock below you, you didn’t have to do too much.

He lowered his eyelashes, a dark brow arching as he laid eyes on what was exposed of your chest, “You really want to smoke?”

“Only if it’s yours.”

He didn’t answer you after that, continuing to study you for a moment and you took that initiative to lift up a hand to snag the cigarette from between his lips. You didn’t get very far though, his head tipping further back out of your reach with a grunt leaving him as he did so, and you nearly went to say something but his plucking the cigarette out for himself and then –

He pressed the stick against your lips, maneuvering it around to pry your mouth apart until he sat it between your lips with his fingers trailing down off of your bottom lip once knowing it was securely there. Your heart was pounding then, intensely watching as he rose his lighter up to the end of the cigarette and flicked it for a small flame that lit up both your faces in the low lighting for him to light your (his) cigarette for you.

He held it there for a few moments until he knew it was properly lit before releasing his thumb and pocketing it away along with the carton, both hand returning to your hips as he waited for you to take a full drag. You did so, keeping the heavy eye contact you two had been making the entire time you had been together as you felt the tobacco burn the back of your throat from the long inhale you took. He watched the end of it burn for a few seconds, before his hand was rising back up and his long fingers were brushing across your lips again until he was grasping it free of your lips and raising it back to let his own close around it for a long, meaningful inhale.

You pushed out the smoke with a heavy exhale from your mouth, the smog of wisping against his face while you felt his legs underneath shift out further and a, ‘Mmm’ leaving him whenever your rocking picked back up. Your throat felt dry as you felt his thigh tense and flex underneath you – and perhaps from the cigarette since you really didn't like to smoke – and your mind clouded with pure lust spurred you on to keep finding ways to prod at each him.

However, Kento beat you to it that time.

“You look good like this. Gorgeous,” he rumbled out, hands sliding along the length of your body before gently skimming across your breasts. The action brought a full-body shiver from you, something he took note of as he smirked slightly around his cigarette, “You like this, don’t you? Playing with me until I get you how I want you?”

You sighed and rocked your hips faster at his words, the friction pure ecstasy that had you rolling your eyes back underneath your eyelids, the thin, wet lining of your panties practically useless as your clit so easily rubbed against his clothed thigh. “Mhm, I do.”

“I know you do,” his hands moved back to rub along your sides, thumbs pressing into your ribcage and voice soft like the drizzle of the rain pattering against the window, “You like this much better than grinding your ass against someone else, don’t you?”

His voice took a hard edge at the end, fingers digging into your flesh through your dress as he guided you to rock faster, the first little moan pulling free from your mouth whenever that tickle spread up from your clit throughout the rest of your body and you glided easier against his thigh from how wet your pussy and panties had gotten. That warm ball was growing within your belly, your cunt pulsing in tune with each way you leisurely grinded up onto his thigh whenever he flexed it for you, and when you quickly rolled back down whenever he bounced it for you. The heat in the car grew tenfold, your combined heavy breathing beginning to fog up the windows as you quickly tried to fight back a response to his question.

“Mm, maybe… Though it sounds to like you were a little jealous, huh? Jealous I grinded on him before I grinded on you –”

A squeak left your lips whenever one hand left your side and landed on your ass in a hard smack, the action causing you to roll your hips particularly hard and a low moan to tumble free from your lips at the pleasure it brought you. The stinging on your ass transferred over to the pulsing in your cunt, Kento’s hand leaving the harsh grip he had on your ass to take the opportunity of your open mouth to stick his thumb in there. You took that chance to close your mouth around his thumb, curling your tongue around it and licking it before puckering your lips and sucking on it like you knew he wanted.

He regarded you with a hum, bouncing his thigh up into you and relishing in the muffled whine he felt vibrate from your tongue and the way you wiggled atop him more, and sighed around his cigarette while he watched you nearly crumble above him.

“You can be such a brat sometimes… All talk like I couldn’t feel your pussy throbbing the moment you sat down on me and the little looks you give me,” he pressed his thumb down onto your tongue, forcing you to stick it out a fraction before he hooked it into your left cheek and leant forward into your face, “Even now you’re completely ruining my pants; soaking them through with your pussy. These are expensive too, but I suppose it can't be helped with how pretty you look doing it.” You felt your eyes roll back at his words, your stomach curling harder as you watched him pull his cigarette free and leaned closer into your face.

You moaned unashamedly whenever Kento blew his smoke into your mouth, lips puckered and so close to kissing you that it made you almost whine at the same it made you roll your hips on his thigh harder, your eyelashes fluttering in ecstasy as you greedily sucked in as much as you could from the blow of smoke that can directly from his mouth. He watched you in his own satisfaction, placing the cigarette back onto his lip and gripping your hips to goad you on further.

“Brats like you shouldn’t deserve anything. Especially with how you behaved tonight,” he hissed, fingers gripping your harder onto your hips and breaking his face away from yours to throw his head back onto the headrest, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Like it when I treat you like the brat you are and let you get yourself off on my thigh, yeah?” His hand came down onto your ass again, making you jolt forward and whine from the pleasure that prickled through your body because of it.

Your expression scrunched up at the sinful whisper and the slap, another hot lick of pleasure shooting through your nerves straight into your awaiting clit at the language. Fuck, did it have you drunk off pleasure and another harsh twist finding its way your naval.

He wasn’t about to let you not answer him though, and with his hand helping guide your rolling as he was back to mouthing off to you, “Tell me, sweet girl. Tell me, and I’ll give you what you want.”

You were so wet, and his thigh felt so fucking good rubbing against you, but the words were nearly sending you into a frenzy. You let your eyes focus back onto his face that was eagerly looking back with bright eyes (too bright for their shade) at you, his pupils enlarged while he waited for you to tell him the words back that he wanted to hear. Mind hazy and body feeling like you were intoxicated, a hitched moan left your lips when he bounced his leg into to bring your attention back to him while your tongue rolled over the syllables in your mouth to let him hear them, the choice of words falling out of your mouth before you could even think them over.

“Ah – I love being a brat for you, Daddy.”

Something in the back of your mind told you that perhaps it wasn’t wise to say that so soon, and you nearly wanted to curl up back into the passenger seat after you let that little word slip out for him to hear that you didn’t think he’d even particularly like, yet Kento proved you once more that he still continued to surprise you the entire night with his behavior.

He barely kept the groan in his voice as his fingers became bruising on you and forced you ride him faster and hard, his voice all but a growl mere seconds after you said it, “What did you say? Call me that again.”

The warmth inside of you expanded, lust teeming within you to the brim over his eagerness to the name, and you repeated just as fast as you rode his thigh long and hard.

“Mm, Daddy.”

It was butchered, slurred and perhaps not the best articulation, but he seemed pleased by it from the grip he had on you narrowing and letting your grinding increase.

“Good girl,” he praised you in a way that had your cunt clenching around nothing but your clit answering in a harsh pulse. His voice was so… exhilarating, almost as if you could taste the sugar-sweet flavor right on the tip of your tongue and the vibration of it sending a pulse back into your lower body. “You look so pretty right now; my gorgeous girl. How can I ever resist you?”

The words made a strangled noise leave your mouth, your nails falling down to claw into his coat as he pushed your hips harder and faster as a fleeting thought of wondering if he would mind a lap dance passed through your mind. You weren’t given time to think too much of it when he was helping you ride down into your impending orgasm faster by forcing your body to roll more on him and whispering his heavenly voice into your face. When his hand left your hip to slide back to grip your ass to follow after the shivers he caused, his breath began to mingle back into yours with the tease of a kiss and you were ready to beg into his mouth, “Please, I want it.”

A kiss was placed onto the corner of your mouth, “Want what?”

God, his voice; his voice. You were sure you could cum alone with just him whispering in your face like that. You rocked faster and doubled down harder into the grip you had on his thigh between yours, “I wanna cum, please.” It was so hot, everything smelled like him again and you had one track mind split into thinking of cumming on his fucking thigh and just him in general.

Kento’s teeth bit at your lips, a tease in it as he hissed once more into your face, “Say it nicely.”

Your fingers clawed into his coat, ready to slam your mouth onto his, but you held yourself steady and gave him what he wanted to hear since you knew the payoff would come just as nicely.

“Please, Kento, let me cum. Touch me.”

The answering groan was in your favor, his hand leaving you for a moment to take another drag of his cigarette before placing it back into his mouth and tapped your thighs lightly to stop your grinding before squeezing, “Lift up for me.”

You obliged and lifted up a fraction, Kento’s hand diving up into your dress and pulling your panties to the side not a moment later as he sunk his middle finger first into your pussy before letting his ring finger join when he realized there was no friction and unease from your end. His thumb found your puffy clit and began a harsh roll on it, his fingers in your drenched pussy quick and hard as they curled to stretch you and the sounds of your actions invaded the confined space.

“Hold your dress up. Let me see you,” he groaned, rewarding you with a squeeze onto your thigh with his other hand whenever you obliged him with a whimper. You lifted up your dress high enough to let him watch himself finger you, the obscene squelching of your pussy louder over the low music and slight rain from outside as he kept you steady and viciously finger-fucked you. “Look at you; dripping and ready to cum just from me. You’re a delight,” he rasped out, voice teetering on a heavily ledge the longer he watched his fingers disappear within you and the juices from your pussy splashed out and covered his hand and clothing alike, “I don’t think there’s a more beautiful sight than you right now.”

You moaned louder at his talking, nails digging into his clothes for leverage and the knot in your stomach ballooning outwards and heavier than from before as he curled his fingers harder and faster against the furthest point within you that had your thighs quivering from the rapidness of his fingering and his words. The pushing and pulling back and forth was becoming too much for you as your body began to feel way too hot and your muscles began to constrict, causing you to slightly lean your head back and your spine to arch at all the pleasing sensations. His fingers were so fucking big and thick, the callousness of them more enjoyable than you ever would’ve thought as they helped you reach your haven.

The tension he was adding onto your clit combined with his soft praises egging you on had you spiraling into that electrifying want, your hips wiggling in the same tempo to how he fingered you. His fingers were demanding as they were stretching and curling against you and apart on your insides, the slapping wet noise of your pussy making your cheeks warm and your chest beginning to heave when you felt the stretch behind your naval pull too far. “Kento,” you sighed out into the air above you, “I’m – Don’t stop. I’m gonna – cum.”

It was hard to speak as you sputtered out incoherent whine and your brain sloshed around inside of your head from the pleasure you were receiving, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. “Yeah? You’re going to cum on my fingers like this?” his voice dropped another octave as he continued to watch you squirm, roll, and grind onto his fingers, ignoring the fully hardened presence of his cock straining his pants as he was too focused on getting you to your high first. He pushed his fingers up into you in a mouthwatering tilt as he flexed them harder and pressed down harder against your clit in counter time with when you were swaying back down for another grind, a curse leaving his mouth whenever a louder moan escaped you, “So pretty.”

It was right there – right there, right there, right there. You just needed one extra push, one harder touch onto your throbbing clit for you to cum, as you watched the hood of his car above you swarm with colors until you had to shut your eyes from your oncoming release on the cusp. You wanted to hear his voice once more; just another scalding whisper in your ear or a silky praise for your actions, you really didn’t care what it was. The pressure was too much and weighed heavily within, a warning you were close and it was more than an ordinary orgasm.

“Please – oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

The answering sigh made your cunt tremble around him, his eagerness to see you do it triumphing as he gravelly replied and sped up a fraction while taking to speaking for that final shot to get to cross the finish line for your climax.

“Show me how pretty you and this pussy are whenever you cum for me.”

The pressure was distributed fast and had you releasing from the hold on your ecstasy to fall forward and grasp at his shoulders, your hips and body jerking harshly as much as you could as you fought through that undeniable force gushing all beyond your body and out of your cunt. Your pussy clenched and unclenched hard around his still moving fingers, but the throbbing leftover from the action was eye rolling as you felt his hands, his watch, his pants and parts of his car get soaked in your juices from the way you squirted and grow saturated from your trembling orgasm. His name was gasped out in the throes of it once before you became a garble of gasping, your brain addled with just jumbled thoughts pertaining to him and how fucking good you felt from doing all of that, while he goaded you through with tender squeezes and sweet words.

The ecstasy in your veins was loud as he continued to fuck you with his fingers in jerked movements to fully diminish it until he could slow to a stop and you could slacken your thighs from the harsh hold you had on his hand. Your breaths finally calmed down as you relaxed the grip you had on his shoulders while leaning back to see his face once your brain wasn’t just pure gush, finally blinking through the fog of vivid bliss as he pulled free his fingers from you.

You had half a mind to be embarrassed that squirted all over his car and him, getting his expensive watch and his suit covered in your pussy juice, but given from the way he laid there with such an enamored expression staring at his fingers coated in your climax, you really had no room to be embarrassed when he seemed to like it. All the more with his next action that had your body erupting back into chills and your cheeks warming as another prick of arousal brewed within you at the display.

Kento stuck those two fingers into his mouth after retrieving his cigarette in his other, a slow stroke as he sucked them and maintained eye contact all the while, his fingers falling out with a ‘pop!’ before he ran his thumb along his bottom lip to swipe for any excess. He rose an eyebrow at you and narrowed his eyes, “You taste good. Next time, you’ll have to let me eat your pussy,” he paused as he put the cigarette back into his mouth, the attitude leaving for a moment as he regarded you, “Are you okay?”

Despite everything, you still felt your body heat up from the play of his words and his actions and you lifted your leg back up to situate it on the other side of his hip to fully straddle him, coming down onto his lap fully as you felt the full brute of his cock press up against your pussy. Kento grunted from the touch, cigarette bobbing in his mouth and hands coming back to smooth circles onto your hips with his thumbs as he awaited your answer. You knew what it was he was asking along with actual concern over you, and you were ready to tell him that you were more than okay but settled for another approach.

“Still okay, but…” you trailed off for the moment as you slid your hands down his shoulders, gliding meaningfully past his pectorals and flexed abdomen as you came atop his belt buckle, tapping it a few times with your nails before brushing gently over his hardened cock in his pants, “You’re hard.”

His expression wrinkled at the touch, a break in that indifferent mask that had you thinking that you could’ve easily made him putty in your hands by just getting him in your hands or your mouth, and his jaw clenched down to leave his teeth indenting into his cigarette. He eyed you carefully, taking in your form for any other emotions before speaking lowly and gravelly, “It’s all because of you too. What are you going to do about it?”

You hummed and pressed your arms together to accentuate your cleavage, rubbing and palming his dick through his pants as it already felt hot and heavy through the cloth and thick from one touch alone. It had your body buzzing with excitement, your pussy already gaping and throbbing at the thought of getting him inside of you once and for all and sealing the deal in-between your two for good. Your sentimental emotions swelled with your lust, batting your eyelashes at him and leaning forward for a sultry whisper.

“Whatever you want, Kento.

Kento’s expression wrinkled again, brow deepening and eyes hardening once over the name as he let go of one hip and pulled his cigarette out of his mouth to blow out the smog once more into the air, a lethargic manner in his actions as he placed his stick back onto his lip and gave you a slow look over before speaking with finality that had your body shivering.

“Take my cock out.”

A shaky breath left you at the command, adrenaline pumping through your blood rushing within your veins as you blinked a few times and answered quietly, “Okay.” You shifted and leaned back as much as you could in the confined space, fingers moving to undo his belt and get his cock before both his hand curled his fingers around your own to stop you with his thumbs rubbing along your knuckles. You looked back to him and paused at the sheer vulnerability showing on his face, a side of Kento you rarely ever saw as it made your want settle for the moment to hear him out.

“Wait – Are you sure you’re okay? You sound nervous. We can do this another time, or I can drop the play… I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to, and I want you to be comfortable –”

You interrupted him by leaning forward and placing that long-awaited kiss you had been dying for the moment you knew you had feelings for him onto his lips. It was as chaste as they came, your lips molding around his bottom as you puckered and feeling him kissing you back mere milliseconds later when he realized what you were doing. You broke away from him after only a few moments, a soft smack after your lips separated and a sweet smile gracing your lips when you saw him dreamily blink at you like you were some fantasy he had just awoken from.

You giggled and pulled your hands free, flipping the hold to have your fingers curled over his wrists as you lifted to them to sit back onto your waist and you returned to his belt buckle, settling there for the moment as you spoke. “I like what we’re doing, and I'm comfortable, and…” you leant back forward, pressing another sweet kiss to his cheek before whispering into his ear, “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

Kento slightly shivered underneath you, his swallow being heard from your closeness as you leant back away and let him scrutinize your expression and eyes for any signs that you were lying, and when finding none his eyes warmed back over and he graced you with one of his rare, small smiles at the confession for your want and the kiss. He hummed and lowered his eyelashes, thumbs starting back up that slow roll on your hip bones as the heat in the car simmered around you two.

“So have I.”

You hummed and teased your finger over his zipper, “What do you want me to do?” It was better right then to give your consent as you asked for his that way to get the show rolling faster as you didn’t know how long you’d be able to hold out, nor how long he’d be able to from how ready he felt underneath you.

The flipped switch right back to how it was before, the sentimental emotions being saved for later in a silent agreement between you two from your eyes alone, and he fixed you with a hard look before repeating back that command from earlier before the tension ate you both alive.

“Take my cock out for me.”

You obliged him eagerly, confidence from his compassion and the way you both admitted what you two had been skirting around for so long as you deftly unbuckled his belt in clangs and undid his zipper just as fast. Pulling the front of his pants away allowed you to see the shape of his cock through his briefs (designer too, of course), the front darkened from the presence of his precum as you dipped a finger in the elastic and drug them down far enough to allow his thick cock to bounce free into its fully aroused state. You had been right to assume he was pure girth; a fat cock that was reddened at the tip and ready to get inside of you as you gently curled your fingers around it, squeezing it for a reaction before stroking him a few times to see how he reacted.

Kento hissed through his teeth and gripped your hips harder, bucking upwards from the seat into your hand as you watched the precum ooze out more from his tip and heard the growl he gave in rebuttal. “Don’t tease,” he grunted, using the hold he had on you to slightly lift you upwards, “Let me feel you. I want to be inside of you.”

You sighed at the words as you returned your hand for both of his shoulders, his one hand leaving your hip to grab his cock and slap it against your clit a few times, each soft ‘pat’ of it against you making you squirm from the stimulation and dig your nails into his shoulders in anticipation. “Kento,” you moaned, circling your hips in the air, “Please – I want you.”

“I know, and look at you,” he groaned, giving one harder slap of his tip to your clit and moving to rub along your pussy instead, “You’re still dripping all over me… Just can’t help it, can you?”

You couldn’t see the what he was talking about, but you believed him from how wet your pussy felt again from your earlier orgasm and how aroused you were once more. The car by then was smoldering, the hum of his radio still playing and the rain pattering against his windows and hood as the night went on outside of you two; the world nothing as of then as you two only had room to think of each other for the time being. You moaned and tried to catch him in your cunt, but he was quick to slide away as he waited for your answer.

“I can’t, not when it’s you.”

“Mm, I know, darling, I know. And I wouldn’t want you to either,” he cooed out, making your pussy clench around nothing and your clit tingle with the thought of getting more pleasure. He sighed as he caught himself on your opening again, the heat from you transferring over onto him and making both of your minds hazy with lust for what was to come finally after six months of pining and waiting.

You felt dizzy, but it was mainly from the inflation of emotions warping around your mind and heart, and you moaned again whenever he pressed the tip of himself to breach into for only an inch and his hand left his cock to join the other on your hips again. You waited for him to speak again, savoring the tension and anticipation between you two as it was about to quickly unravel and be replaced with a rushing storm of emotions for the awaited moment that had been brewing for months. And when Kento spoke, he didn’t disappoint.

“Sit on me; nice and slow.”

Eyes nearly rolling back and heart pounding from his command, you listened to him, taking him slow into you as it still did slightly sting no matter how wet and ready you had gotten for him. Perhaps it was because it had been quite a while since you actually had sex and you weren’t getting yourself off with your fingers or with the vibrator you kept hidden under your bed, but you knew what was to be expected since you had taken cocks before and that fear and distress of losing your virginity was long gone. You supposed it was to be expected with him having such a thick cock too.

Inch by inch you slid him into you, biting your cheek and practically holding your breath the entire time as it was a few more moments before the entire brute of him was pushed inside, a gasp falling from your lips as you felt your walls stretch, constrict and throb once you got him where you wanted him. He felt… amazing, and perhaps it might have just been from long you had gotten laid and missing the actual heat of another person – along with the warmth of a cock – but you began to feel your clit and cunt pulse at the mere entrance of him.

“Mm, you’re so thick,” you gasped out against his mouth as he did the same, both your lips continuing to skim across one and another in a fight of the other to give in and go for a kiss. “Feel so full,” you managed as you came back down to sit atop his lap with him completely inside of you.

Kento’s fingers tightened onto you, blunt nails ready to rip through your dress as he hissed at the feeling of your pussy coating him in your heat and wetness, looking up back to your face with his cheeks flushed in a nice blush and his eyebrows arched sensuously along his forehead as he tried to balance the cigarette between his lips still, “Feels good?”

You rolled your hips once, twice and three times before you found a nice rhythm for you both, his cock prodding your insides perfectly and your clit rubbing along his pelvis as you went in smooth motion as you fell deeper into brimming satisfaction and flooding emotions you couldn’t even decipher. “Feels perfect.”

He heavily blinked a few times, guiding your hips the same way he had been doing whenever you had been riding his thigh and you could feel his body relax from its tautness as he watched you ride him while continuing to puff on his smoke. “Yes, that’s it. Such a good girl,” he breathed out, his head falling back to lull on the headrest again as he watched you through lidded eyes, “Just like that. You’re doing so good.”

You moaned at the praise, arching your back and picking up the pace a fraction as your confidence doubled from his words. You nearly felt like you were spinning, your face finding way into his neck as pushed yourself against him to easily rub your clit along his pelvis, wetting his skin in the process from how completely drenched your pussy was. You did smooth roll downs onto his cock, clenching around him to hear him hiss and groan each time he was completely inside of you, and quick roll ups to unclench until you were at his tip and sliding yourself back down to bury himself back inside of you. His cock felt as good as you dreamed it did, each fantasy not even comparing to the actual feeling of him inside of you and the way he throbbed and how hot he felt inside of your soaked cunt with a protruding vein along his cock sliding against your walls so deliciously, you couldn’t help but to start babbling.

“Kento,” you moaned, sliding your hands onto his chest to pinch at his nipples showing through the tight turtleneck as he jerked underneath you and hissed again. You continued on knowing he was listening, angling your head onto his shoulder to look up at him as turned his head fraction to see you better, his cigarette burning mere inches from your lips. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Thought about you and your cock so much.”

Your little confession earned you a groan, locking eyes with him as he took another drag from his cigarette and let a hand come up to cup your jaw as the other one smoothed over your bare back in a rub holding the stick outwards between two fingers to not burn you. You opened your mouth eagerly waiting for the smoke, Kento’s mouth descending onto you not a moment later as the smoke engulfed your mouth the same time his tongue did. He squeezed your jaw as he blew the smoke into your mouth, a moan you gave muffled by the searing kiss and the taste of his harsh tongue that of tobacco and Whiskey. He broke off from you after a few moments, a string of saliva connecting you two as you stuck your tongue for him to press onto again before he retrieved his cigarette and placed it back into his mouth, hands gliding over your back while you remained riding him.

The haziness of the car had your mind spiraling, a quick glance around letting you see the windows had completely fogged over as your hands fisted into his shirt the more you leisurely rode him. It felt sticky and debauch in all its intentions, but neither of you were willing to care and the moment that you had squirted all over him and his car spoke for the both of you for how messy you two were willing to get. Kento spoke again for your attention, calloused fingers rubbing into your shoulder blades and the dip of your back each time you rolled and rocked atop of him.

“Tell me more,” he encouraged, voice getting raspier as you felt his cock pulse within you.

You sighed into his neck, your noises still mellow for the time being, but knowing that was perhaps going to change with the sliver of mischievous inside of you to indulge him in some of your many fantasies that you had. “Thought about you at night a lot, touching myself to the thought of you and wondering how good your cock would feel stretching me open like this.”

Kento rumbled underneath you, his chest vibrating with the low groan as his hands smoothed their way back to your hips to grab onto, a single word leaving him for you to continue. “More.”

“Thought about getting down on my knees and crawling under the table at meetings to let you fuck my throat – making you stay quiet so we don’t caught until you make me swallow all your cum.” Your voice began to get breathier as you increased to pace of your grinding, your clit tingling from the rubbing along his pelvis and his dick snugly inside of you stretching you full all but asking you to enhance the friction and intensity at which you two were going.

He didn’t speak at that time, the grunt doing the most for him as he planted his feet firmly on the floor and pushed up into you abruptly for the words. His head rested back onto the headrest more, his jaw sharp and clenched as you whined from the rough treatment but felt that familiar spark within your pussy for more. However, you continued, one last little fantasy you had spilling out of your mouth in a sultry whisper to his ear to perhaps get him to snap.

“Want you to bend me over the desks at the schools; fuck me hard and make me yours and you cum so much inside of me there’s no way I don’t get pregnant – I want it all, Kento. Please, I’ll do anything.”

He hissed at your bold words as his fingers turned to bruising, stopping your rolling and roughly grinding out his cigarette in his astray before guiding your hands back to sit atop his shoulders as he glared down at you, “You want me to fuck you?”

“Mmm, fuck me, Kento. Give me more.”

Kento groaned the loudest he had done as he slammed up into you again, a squeak leaving you from the harsh thrust as his cock slammed up into your cervix and prickled your spine, before he hissed through his teeth as he goaded you on. “If that’s what you want… Bounce on my cock then and let me see you.”

You panted at the command, brain turning to mush and your need and want for him fueling your body and mind as you wanted to do nothing more than please him. You lifted up away from him and shifted onto your knees again, digging your nails harder into his coat and pushing yourself down experimentally in a swift pace before you resorted to bouncing, his cock breaching further and further inside of you as the slaps of your thighs against his filled up the car and the obscene sound of your pussy squelching with each hit made your cheeks warm. He watched you intently the entire time, fingers still using your hips as leverage to help you bounce up and down harder and faster as his eyes alternated from watching your face, your tits, and his swollen cock sliding in and out of you.

It was so hot, all of your senses completely overtaken by everything that pertained to him as a series of pants, whine, gasps, and moans left you as your pussy greedily swallowed his cock and you bounced on him to his and your own liking to appease you both. You arched your back as your eyelashes fluttered, your stomach tickling with phantom butterflies the longer you took his cock as your second climax was on the brink, leaning your head back with a soft moan fully aware of how hard he was watching your every move.

“Look at you,” he started, a venomous edge to his tone the more you bounced yourself on and off of his cock, “Taking me so easily and pretty – You could’ve been bouncing on my cock sooner, but you wanted to play games, didn’t you?” One hand left your hip, sneaking forward the rub along your clit as you squirmed atop him and felt that coil burn harder. “Wanted me to chase you until you made me give in and now look, you can barely hold yourself up.”

It was true, your thighs were beginning to quiver with the warning of your climax and you resorted to placing your hands behind you atop his knees to steady yourself, finding it easier to bounce that way as Kento’s hand slid along your front to grasp your tit through your dress, kneading one as it made you fall deeper into your paradise in the disguise of your orgasm. “I can – take it,” you huffed out in tune to your bouncing, your face burning at how hard he felt and his filthy talk.

“Oh? You’ll let me cum inside of you like you want and take it all?”

“Mm, yes,” you moaned louder that time, your back arching harder and your nails beginning to claw into the fabric of his pants as the coil in your abdomen began to unravel at an alarming rate and your clit throbbed underneath his thumb.

“Tell me,” he hissed out again, the glazed look in your eyes warning him you were mere moments away from cumming on his cock, “Let me know how you’ll take my cum.”

Your eyes rolled along with your head, looking back down to him and meeting his eyes as you spilled out that fantasy again in your final moments before climaxing. “I’ll take it all – make you a daddy from how good I take it and keep it inside of me and let you put as much as you want inside of me.”

The answering groan had you bouncing faster, your arms beginning to shake from all the pleasure and your thighs shaking for what you knew what going to be another soul-reaching orgasm. Kento’s fingers dug into your tit through your dress, his thumb speeding up in a punishing pace atop your aching clit as you whined and felt your muscles begin to tense up and your pussy to tighten up around him harder for the impending climax.

“You want me to fill your pussy with cum? Cover your insides in white so that there’s nothing but my cum inside of you?" he all but growled, hips lifting off the seat once more to meet you for each bounce to push you further into cumming. “Want me to stuff you full to the point you can’t hold any more? Pump you full and get you pregnant?”

It was too much, your brain was nothing but complete liquid and the fire behind your naval burned bright one last time before utterly diminishing into a flood of rushing water as keened for him a final time in the throes of your pleasure in a form of babble to give him what he wanted.

“Oh, fuck yes! I want it, Kento. Let me take it!

Your second climax had you rolling your eyes back, back arching dangerously and head falling back into your shoulders blades as a near gospely cry of his name echoed throughout the car from your panting mouth. You could feel yourself shaking like you were cold, your legs and body collapsing atop his chest as they longer could hold you up as your body turned to liquid gold while he continued to fuck you through it. Your world spun in a different array of dyes and euphoria taking ahold of you making you nearly numb, but the only thing keeping you grounded being him. You felt your pussy gush around him, the feeling like nothing you could’ve ever imagined as you pulsed around his cock in a fit of trying to keep yourself steady, yet having little to no success whenever every nerve in your body felt like it was electrified and buzzing along the inside of you. Your thighs were still shaking as you came down through it all, duly noting he was still going to achieve his own as he had resorted to quick, hard bursts of his cock into you that made your hips bounce off of his own from how hard and fast he was going.

You gave a pitiful moan from his cock practically drilling up into your guts, him fucking you so hard like he wanted your head completely empty and only filled with the thought of him, and listened to the curses leaving him about how you had cummed so hard around him and how pretty you looked doing it. Your clit twisted at the praise; his hands hard on your hips as he angled his head down far enough to catch your mouth.

“Kiss me,” Kento begged, “Kiss me one more time before I –”

You didn’t give it another thought, smacking onto his mouth for a fierce kiss with the undertones of hidden message within from the way you both fit each other’s lips so perfectly. You took all of what he had to offer in the kiss, giving what you could in return as you swiped your tongue across his own and moaned into his mouth –

The groan that vibrated your mouth startled you, but the feeling of his cum spurting inside of you and making you feel warm and full completely drove away any other feelings. You eagerly accepted it all, Kento continuing to keep his mouth connected with yours as he came inside of you so hard and so long that you worried that you might’ve not been able to actually take it all from the moment you started to feel full of it all. His thrusts had become slobby and uncoordinated, stabbing you all but with his cock in short, fast jabs upwards before he stopped completely, chest heaving with pants and sweat lining both of your brows as you laid there in the aftermath of sex. He broke free from the kiss seconds after that, head lulling back and blush scattered across his face as his hands moved to rub your back again.

Content to lay there for a minute or two in catch your bearings, you both sat in silence with one and another, the unspoken words about in the sticky air of what was to happen, but the neither of you speaking on them for the time being since you two had already confessed to the mutual desire that was there that wasn’t only just sexual want. The endorphins that had submerged your brain were somewhat harrowing, but you knew if you had Kento there with you it wouldn’t matter since he could easily guide you through if you asked for help. You hummed and snuggled closer into his chest, listening to his heartbeat that was still calming down and noting the completely fogged up window.

You felt Kento legs stretch underneath you, a soft grunt leaving him when his knees from the prolonged sitting and you distinctly felt his cock softening within you, yet not he nor you made any moves to remove yourselves from each other – too enamored with being so close to each other. He sighed a second later and his soothing murmur reached your ears, “Still okay?”

Pressing your nose into his chest to breathe in his scent, you hummed again, feeling drowsy and mumbling back to him. “Always.”

“Are you about to fall asleep?”

“Maybe.”

“We can’t sleep here, we can go back to my apartment. Though… I’m sure they’ll wonder where we are.”

“Like they don’t know.”

He started to knead your shoulders, the action making you all the more ready to start drooling all over his expensive shirts (not like you hadn’t ruined other parts) as you tried to keep yourself above the weighted water of sleep to hear what he had to say. “It seems like his little elaborate plan worked in the end… Not like I wasn’t going to finally pursue you tonight anyway.”

"Pursue me... You make it sound so old-fashioned," you snickered at his tone, lifting your head up a fraction to place a peck onto his mouth, “I think jealousy looks good on you, and we both got what we had wanted for a long time.” You slid your hand up his chest to cup his cheek, dopily smiling at him and the apparent adoration present in his eyes as he looked down at you.

Kento regarded you for a long moment, eyes searching your expression again for anything that may have turned him before he found nothing and leant into your touch. His eyes lidded as he continued to take in you still lying before him like you were, almost like he couldn’t believe you were really in front of him while you watched his expression soften drastically. “You know what this means? I’m in this for the long-run,” he murmured, curling his fingers around your own to pull them off his cheek to kiss your knuckles.

A sigh left you as a tremendous heat busted outwards from your heart, your feelings being recuperated making you grin like an idiot, “Of course, I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

His lips twitched with another small smile, leaning back to press another of the many kisses you two would share before he sat back and basked in the all the emotions and post-coital bliss. It was quiet for a moments as you closed your eyes and nearly nodded off if it weren’t for him speaking up again with a twinge of concern in his voice.

“Please don’t ever try and make me jealous again. I don’t think my heart could take it.”

“No worries, but you have to fuck me like you’re jealous every so often.”

“Deal.”

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