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oobbbear · 3 months
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Warnings(?) for smooches and bitings
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I’ve gathered another 10 for a doodle post
Gitm belongs to @venomous-qwille !!!
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crow-n-tell · 11 months
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Oki oki oki I realized y’all are not gonna see eclipse pretty much at all throughout the story so I figure
Eh, hab some exceedingly large guy content
I might talk about all the lil bits of what he is later, but biggest thing is is that he’s a chimaera shark. The artist formally known as the ghost shark. There’s a lil frilled shark, lil sea dragon, some lore stuff…
Anyway this is only some sketches of him he’s a bit subject to change ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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katfisha · 7 months
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Hm, just to start off, maybe Sorbet Shark and Y/N story?
Thanks!
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Here ‼️ I basically made them clingy towards MC (and yes it is platonic!! ^_^)
Also bonus, very small story:
They just couldn’t get enough of you, the opposite of what you thought!
Instead, they are just happily babbling and vocally stimming as they kept hugging your leg in a loving motion.
“OoOooOOoo!!”
Their bubbly voice articulated, as they proceeded to nuzzle into your leg, implying they want you to stay for just a little but more as they just loved you so much…
It seems like you have to stay here in the tropical island for a while… unless others take in interest on you!
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golden-headband · 5 months
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Lady Time… and your new helpers.
Fem bodied!Reader x ESAU Wukong and Macaque
AU created by @emelinstriker
Macaque appeared as if he was about to whine like a puppy, looking up at you as you lay on the bed, unmotivated, and without energy. Uncomfortable. And slightly irritated.
“Are you sure you don’t need anything?” You heard Wukong ask gently to your right. You turn your head into his arm. You had assured before that just lying down with them near you was enough to sooth you in this time of… well… being born a female.
After they discussed-many times-how they could help, you came up with a position that both of them could stay by your side and help you. Knowing they liked the closeness and that feeling of helping you even when there wasn’t really much they could do. Macaque could lay on your left side, using his portal- or shadow powers- to bring chocolates to you while Wukong laid on your right with his hand over your tummy. Where your pain was centered on. You knew that period pains were different for everyone. For you? It felt like your bladder was turned into a vortex of dull knives. You knew the remedies were either painkillers first thing in the morning, or just having something to eat. Hot beverages, heat over the pain. That’s what worked for you before. And chocolate. Lots. And Lots. Of Chocolate. Hence why they had caught you making chocolate chip cookies a few days ago. You were the kind that kept a calendar marked for every time so you could ready yourself for that messy week- or in your case the first few days of the more extreme pain. And since then, they had been eager in helping you in your time. Apparently they had gone through enough Master Incarnations that they had familiarized themselves with more remedies than even you had thought of. You were honestly amazed at how attentive they were. You had only been with them for about three weeks. This was your first time being their Master with your menstrual cycle arriving.
You had always been told guys get uncomfortable with the mention of periods, so you were more used to dancing around the topic, but here they were talking about all the remedies like you were coming down with the common cold and they would be there to help you the whole while. It was endearing.
“The warmth is enough I don’t need any pain killers…” You assured them. Feeling Macaque nuzzling into your side. Making you smile, almost laugh. “I’m better than I was this morning, I’m thankful for that.” You reassure them, moving your hand to lazily scratch Macaques head, feeling him leaning into your touch. On your right you could feel Wukong nuzzling into the crook of your neck. It was all so soothing.
“You sure you don’t want to hit us?” the dark simian offered, making your heart sink. And making him lower his head. Right. You always forget they can ‘feel’ your emotions through this whole ‘bond’ thing that made them insistent on serving you. You wondered if they also feeling this period pain. You sure hoped not.
“That won’t make me feel better. If anything it’ll just make me worse.” You reminded Macaque. You cared too much about them to take your anger out on them. “Besides, I’m not all that angry. I’m just uncomfortable. The chocolate helps though… thanks for making another batch of cookies. It really helps.” You turned and he rose up, knowing exactly what you were going to do. Your lips touched his forehead, and he melted. Both of them curled into you. Their soft fur soothed you. And gosh darnit feeling their tails around you filled your heart with butterflies all over again. They stayed close… until you had to get up.
“Are you alright?” Macaque hurriedly asked. You knew they already missed the excuse to cuddle with you.
“I’m fine. I’ll be right back.” You didn't look back at what face Macaque was making or the probably concerned look on Wukongs face.
“Do you need us to do anything? We’ll do it right away!” You heard Macaque try to reassure you as you stood up and almost wobbled-the price to pay for not using your legs for so long-focusing on the specific door.
“I don’t think this is something you can help me do.” “Why not?” It would’ve made your heart sink hearing how distressed he was. Like you were dismissing his abilities, no confidence in him after all he's done. But then you turned, and he saw which direction you were headed.
“I’m just gonna use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” You heard how deadpan your tone was. And seeing their expressions almost made you laugh. But you really did need to go. No matter if you had chocolate, pain killers, or heat… if you needed to go, your pain wouldn’t subside.
You knew as soon as you were done, Wukong and Macaque would be there to be your lil snuggle buddies and take care of you while you ride out this whole period thing. You planned on giving each of them a kiss as thanks for everything they did. But where though? Head? Cheek? Lips? ... eh. All of them. Yep. All of them. You concluded with a smile.
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azereus · 1 month
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Epaulette Shark Hybrid! Gaz x Gn! Reader Headcanons
Warnings: Pre-established relationship, no pronouns expect for you, and ends kind of abruptly whoops-
@puff0o0 told me to do this ‼️
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The relationship started a bit rocky in all honesty. Him being a mershark and thus confined to water made it difficult for him to visit you. And it wasn't like he could live in a pool in your backyard or your shower or bath
But other than that, it was pretty okay all things considered
You'd visit him when you can, have little 'dates' where he'd show you a cool cave he found or some other hidden area
But, if you live on or near a beach, it makes things easier distance wise. Expect to find Gaz on one of the shore rocks waiting for you in the early morning either way
Once you find him, he gives you a gift! Like a cool seashell or maybe a pearl. You most likely have a jar or a drawer filled with the things he brought you due to him bring you gifts every other day
He's anxious giving you things because he fears they might not be good enough please tell him you love the gifts
He's like a dog when it comes to the back of his ears getting scratched. He enjoys the small bit of affection. It normally ends up with him nipping/biting at your hand though ^^"
Actually scratch that. He likes trying to bite or nip at you regardless of what you were doing before hand
But He'll keep apologizing to you if he accidentally clamped down too hard and hurt you!! He doesn't mean to hurt you, he just forgets his own strength sometimes
Tries to make up for it by doubling the gifts until it heals. Which isn't very long all things considered. It's like a cat bite, just larger in size
He once crawled out of the sea just to tackle hug you once he spotted you walking towards him
Think like that one stereotype where the dog owner comes home and the dog runs up to them at the door and tackles them to the ground. That's basically what Gaz did
He has golden retriever boyfriend energy taken literally
I'll probably add more to this if people are interested but this is all I got 😔
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mytanuki-kun · 1 year
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! Act up !
☆ Kisame x Reader ☆
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☆ Happy Birthday, my love ☆
+WARNING OF EXPLICIT CONTENT─ 18+
☆ fem!reader☆ drunk!Reader ☆ impact play ☆ begging ☆ spit/drool ☆ marking/biting ☆ hair-pulling ☆ omorashi ☆ squirting ☆ choking ☆ degradation ☆ dirty talk ☆ aftercare ☆ slight mention of mma!fighter!Kisame ☆ beta'd by @leafwhirlwind ☆
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  Giggles burst as you stumbled out of the uber, hands that weren't your own stabilising you by the waist before they disappeared; the sound of your friends cackling and wishing you a good night drifted into the darkness as the car drove away. Your laughter followed them as you waved widely to the street, leaving you at the curb before you made your way to the doorstep.
  “Keys, pho-ohone”, you muttered to yourself; the spirits that sifted your vision momentarily lifted for the sense to do the nightly check that your possessions remained in your cute little handbag. A habit you’ve picked up during your wilder years, “ID, card”, you continued to whisper, the bag right against your nose to ensure you didn't miss an item. “Ooo! Lip gloss!” you tittered in delight, cheerily applying your favourite cherry-scented gloss and smacking them together, leaving a pretty pink sheen spread on plump lips.
  The world was a murky blur in your drunken fog, sparking giggles over every slight misstep you made up the stretched driveway─ the light on the porch glowing your mark, even though it looked like a dangling fireball in your eyes. The warmth burning in your chest saved you from the bitter chill of the wind, unaware of the cold biting your cheeks or how your thighs chafed beneath your tight dress. 
     Your heels clicked against the pavement, the noise mixing with the music playing in the back of your mind. Or was that from your phone? The thumping pulse from the club still shooting through your system made it hard to focus.
"Kiss that dick, lick his balls,
Spit on the head (Uh), make it wet,
Suck that meat (Yeah), take it deep".
 You honestly could not decipher where the sound came from─ but the lyrics sent you into another fit of drunken hysterics─ making you acutely aware of the stickiness that rubbed along your puffy labia. huh? “panties”, you muttered curiously, shimming your butt as if the garment would magically show itself despite feeling nothing but the squishiness of your thighs. “Did I put on─” realisation hit the moment you buckled over an uneven cobblestone, laughter bursting once again when you remembered you took them off on a dare. The alcohol buzzed your entire body, electrifying every nerve and sizzling the brain cells for rational thought. You couldn't wait to tell your fiance, to share the funny little story of forfeiting your panties─ have him press you against the counter with his big hand clasped around your neck.
  Delicate moans huffed into white clouds; each move you made pressed your thighs together, squeezing your achy clit and churning a flame through your belly. “F-fuck”, you sighed, your mind spinning with the illustration of the daydream painted with the alcohol tingling through your body. The pause had your stance staggering─ the pressure finally recognising what it was, “I need to pee”, you sighed to yourself, only to stifle more sniggers that bubbled out when your focus shifted to the song again, “─dick gets hard every time I walk! ayy!”
  With your head bobbing, you began singing music you could vaguely hear in the background, growing louder with every swing of your bag. You wriggled your ass along to the beat, the dirty words flushing heat in your body only intensified by the alcohol in your system. The throbbing pain in your feet and the pressure in your belly were forgotten as you sang along to the song in your drunken stupor. Head rolling, grinning wide, you danced to your front door, bursting through shouting, “my throat crazyy!” startling the man watching tv in the living room waiting for your return.
    “What the─”
  “I like to be fucked like a slut”, you sang loudly, missing every note as you stumbled through the foyer, “c'mere, daddy─ lemme eat it upp!”
  “Oh god”, Kisame laughed, grinning wide at the sight of you singing along to the song blasting from your phone, most likely listening to it during your ride home. He stood up, walking towards you with his arms out, ready to catch you if you stumbled right on your face. “Babe─” he guffawed, finding amusement in your bad rapping─ coupled with the drunken smile plastered on your face.
  “Lemme put this pussy on you!” the song transitioned to the next, your focus already gone as you danced in the hallway, making up your own lyrics along the way, “put your balls on my face, ayy! hmmm- mmhmm, ayy!”
  “Your freestyle needs some work”, he laughed, allowing you to grab his arms to throw them up, giving you the space to arch your back and grind your ass on him with a rhythm that could never get detracted no matter how shit-faced you became─ it was instinctive.
  Kisame analysed you critically, taking in your figure that bent over in front of him, and other than a windswept mess of curls that were much neater when you left the house, you looked happy and unharmed, which eased his anxieties when he waited for you to return.
  The smell of fruity alcohol was evident, though Kisame wondered how much you had to drink to determine whether or not he had to bring the bucket to your bedside. Your bright smile shining with fresh gloss helped him see that you had some semblance of cognition left to apply it neatly. Though the terrible singing only continued─ that had nothing to do with the alcohol, not that he would ever tell you that, especially since he loved your laugh and that slow wine your hips do when you're feeling a song. The music still blasted from your bag, ringing explicit lyrics that had him chuckling and you practically grinding yourself on him before taking the handbag that dangled from your wrist to silence the noise.
“Guess you had fun, huh?” He slapped your ass playfully, grinning with your spurts of giggles, rubbing your pudgy cheeks appreciatively for the moment, the fat filling his palms in big handfuls. 
     “Bet you got lots of attention in this, probably loved it too”, he chuckled, “my pretty slut”, he murmured to himself, you being too spacey to hear his words clearly. Kisame lost himself for a second, distracted by your body to listen to your babbles about the night, fingers searching for your panties, then let go before he could venture any further.
  His hands had you whinging when they disappeared, twirling right into his arms in a mess of giggles as he caught you effortlessly, your head lolling as it rattled with all the fruity cocktails you put away. “We got lots of free drinks!” you exclaimed cheerily, slinging your arms around his neck with your back arched and swinging on the tips of your heels playfully, “And now I want some balls on my faaace!”
  He scoffed, his amusement growing with every word slurred; even in such a silly state, you still looked pretty to him, “You need to stop shouting, and let's get you to bed”. He unhooked your arms off his neck, hissing slightly when your sharp, fresh-set of nails accidentally nicked his ear, “C'mon, darlin’”.
  “But I wanna fu-uuck”, you huffed childishly when the music was switched off, even shoving at his chest that barely made him flinch─ making him grip your arms to keep you steady when you staggered instead, “wanna feel you, ple-eease!”
  The adorable pout on your pretty lips made him want to bite you in an affectionately aggressive way, but he kept his grip on your arms as your balance was still uneven, “It’s late, and you're drunk as fuck. Let’s just─”.
   “No, I'm not!” you whinged loudly, then rolled your eyes after his pointed stare, “Okay, okay”, you took a stabilising breath, hoping to clear the mist in your vision enough to appear collected. “I’m a little wasted”, you confessed calmly, forcing rational back into your system. “But I know what I'm doing─ and I want to play Mates”. The almost feral, hard fucking is what you desperately need right now. To be pushed down and dominated, have your tears blotching your makeup and bite marks stinging your flesh─ the mere thought of it had your pussy drooling, but whining about it wasn't getting you anywhere, and you despised not getting your way.
  Kisame shook his head, unable to control his bark of laughter loaded with disbelief, “Yeah, no─ I'm not gonna do that, darlin’”, doing that role-play, even if it was his favourite game to play with you, didn't feel right given your intoxicated state. “We’re gonna get cleaned up and go to bed, okay?”
   “But─”
  “Shhh, relax”.
  Kisame kept his tone low and smooth, pressing you closer to his muscular frame, dipping his head down so that his voice teased over your cheeks which usually had you gazing up at him with doe eyes and your undivided attention, “Let's go to bed, darlin’”. His hands slid down from your arms to the soft curve of your waist, “Don’t you wanna take off those heels? Lay in bed with me?” He held you close, using his body as a grounding force for you as the soft swell of your breasts slipped over your dress when pressed tight against his torso. “I hold you like this”, his lips dusting your neck, hands sliding across your back, “arms around you─ mhm? Sounds good, yeah? C’mon, darlin’. Come to bed”.
  You rested your hands on his chest, allowing his calm tone to wash over you with his lips lightly trailing along your neck. You knew he was trying to distract you, but feeling the firm muscle beneath his shirt had you moaning softly from his touch, voice, scent─ your senses filling with him─ only it intensified the heat pooling in your core too. The intoxication overheating your head still buzzed, but now as you blinked through the dizziness and took in his sharp features, his handsome smile─ the need, the tingle between your legs only continued to flush your cheeks. You could see him distinctly, albeit there was a warm hue around his head, and your movements were slow, there was still clearly one of him, and you were too worked up for something like sleep.
  How could you go to bed when your whole body hummed like this just from his voice? When your body felt lightweight and electrified─ you needed something more to push you over the edge. Something only Kisame could provide─ a heavy hand to ground you back to him.
  A wicked idea had a sultry smile curling on your lips.
  “Kisame”, you purred his name, leaning into his chest with your chin resting on his pectorals, gazing up at him with sweet eyes squinted with a smile, “Can I tell you something?”
  Oh god, he knew that look well─ the hooded eyes, the sly smile that boarded between innocent and sinful─ combined with the way your nails grazed against his jawline equalled trouble. You were already too excitable─ playful, and with the alcohol murking your thoughts, you were in the mood to raise his blood pressure tonight. Kisame sighed, sinking into your trap very calmly, curiosity keeping him on the hook, “What, baby?”
  A thumb rubbed the tiny cleft on his chin, slowly pulling him down so his lips were but a brush away from yours, practically tasting the words that came from you, “I'm not wearing panties”.
  He scoffed, “You usually don’t”─ a firm squeeze of your asscheeks had more giggles erupting, “This isn’t news to me, sweetheart. I know the kinda games you like to play”. Though he engaged with your antics, even he had his limits─ and Kisame knew yours, but he wondered if you would ever violate those boundaries simply to get what you wanted. Deep down, he knew the answer. Unfortunately, that damn smile of yours already had him twitching in his pants.
  You hummed in agreement, your smile practically splitting your face as your fingers danced across his broad chest, “but this time”, you whispered with a playful affliction to your voice, “this time, I took them off and gave them to someone else”.
  It took a long, stretched out second for Kisame to register the words that you brushed upon his mouth. “What?” he muttered instinctively, his mind rushing with thoughts, anger, being in the forefront as he tightened his hold on your waist, your tiny wince turning into a snigger.
  “I said”, you drawled slowly as if he was a stupid boy that couldn't understand the words being said to him, the condescending tone being one of the things he hated most when you aimed to piss him off him. “I gave away my panties to another man. He was so handsome”.
  “Why?”
  You bit your lip, clenching your thighs from the sound of his low growl, his tight hold on your waist pulling you flush into his hard body, trapping you into him. “This group of guys was buying us drinks, and a guy─ well, he was cute and so down bad it was adorable”, another giggle burst, “He touched me, right here”. You took his hand, stoking the flames further by placing it on your tits, your fingers on top of his manipulating them into groping you. “His hands didn't feel the same as yours, though, so I pushed him away. Buuut, he did ask for my number”.
   “And?”
  “And I said no”, you exclaimed innocently, the doe eyes back peering up at him, “I said─ I have a boyfriend”. His brow twitched from the word choice, disrespecting him further by calling him your little boyfriend as if he didn't break someone’s arm to gift you that ring gleaming on your perfectly manicured finger─ the tick in his jaw was prominent from his teeth grinding.
  “Then?”
  “We all started playing truth or dare─ and my friend dared me to take off my panties, so I did”. His silence had you chewing on your bottom lip to surpass the smirk. “I’m sorry, but I had to win, y’know I can be competitive, but I kept them in my bag. At some point, we were alone, and he put his hand on my thigh, trying to touch me up there”. You guided his hand under your dress, allowing his fingers to rub the warmth of your bare cunt and the sticky wetness between your puffy lips. His warning snarl of your name heated your cheeks as he glided his index finger upon your wet clit, your stance wobbling somewhat as you kept teasing him. “His fingers skimmed my inner thigh before I pushed him off, but before we left─ I gave him a kiss on the cheek and slipped my panties into his pocket”.
  "Why?"
  “I feel bad, but he was so cute”, you sighed in dismay, acting as if you had no choice, “he was tall and funny─ it was just a little parting gift, it didn't mean anything, I swear”. You caressed his chest again, “I wasn't gonna tell you, but I don't like hiding things from you. ‘m sorry, baby”, your kisses fluttered on his tense jaw, leaving shiny pink imprints of your lips along his skin, “‘m sorry, please forgive me”.
  Silence saturates the room with an almost uncomfortable atmosphere, slowly filling with his anger. Kisame's expression was hard─ unsettling, looking over your shoulder with his mouth pursed tight and hands flexing their grip on your waist. If anything, it was your fake pouting that aggravated him the most. The trembling lip, watery eyes, and gentle pets on his chest for attention all contributed to the fury rolling off him in waves.
  You were lying─ he knew this, expected this from you. He also knew you'd do anything to get what you want─ the twisted tendrils of jealousy contorted into hatred. For what? You, his inability to resist your charms, the way you curled your pretty lips, and his cock immediately stirred. How you would try to play your little games of jealousy to rile him for sex. It was all frustrating─ especially when his control and patience began to waiver as it was the one thing keeping him from slinging you over his shoulder and making you cry the way you so desperately seemed to want. With your mischievous smile hidden behind wide eyes, you masked to be innocent─ you wanted to get a rise out of him, using his temper to manipulate him as always─ because this was all a game for you. A stupid game formed at his expense.
  And Kisame was sick of it.
 Sick of your games, your teasing─ your drunken giggles. If this is how you want to play, then so be it.
  “Kisa─”
 “Shut up”, he hissed, shoving you off of him and watching you stumble a little in your heels before you steadied yourself against the shoe rack, “Don't say my fucking name”. His emotions were somewhat misplaced, but it all centred around you─ a dangerous thing you coerced as violence pumped from his every pore. Choosing to keep his distance when his hands shook to break something.
  You sniffed up at him, unaware and blinded by your own desires─ whimpering in fake sympathy with a pout, assuming it was all part of your game, “baby, I said I was sorry”.
  He only laughed in response, disguising his anger by turning away from you so he wouldn’t get sucked into your little charade, “I know what you’re doing, and it’s not gonna work. By all means─ go fuck him if you’re so desperate. I’m going to bed─ you can sleep out here for all I care”.
  Your smile dropped following a quiet “what?”, control fading after regarding the very real agitation flaring from him.
  “You heard me”, he beamed down at you, amusement gleaming in his feral smile when your expression twisted into shock; the haze in your eyes momentarily lifted for clarity to hit that your plan to get him jealous had backfired. “ya’think you can just manipulate me into doing what you want? That I’ll keep playin’ you’re little bullshit games for your entertainment?” you flinched from his loud bark of laughter, but Kisame couldn’t find an ounce of care beneath the resentment, “I’m fuckin’ tired of your shit. If you wanna act like a slut then that’s your business”, he sneered, smirking at the way your mouth dropped, “I don't care if you wanna go out, dressed like that fuckin’ up with guys head to stroke your ego─ but I ain’t that guy, got it? You come home to me, not some dickhead you get to mess with”.
  You bristled, embarrassment prickling underneath your intoxication, another weak “what”, puffing out.
  “I mean─ I’m not the kinda guy that likes to be messed with, darlin’”
  You only stared, eyes wide and somewhat vacant, as you tried to understand the words he spat at you, insulting you. “What did you call me?” even you couldn’t hear yourself, but he did from that flash of remorse before his expression hardened again. Oh, he called you a slut, and only now did you realise it after your addled mind sifted through all the other information. And he only stood there, watching you piece together his words, holding onto the animosity and watching yours bubble.
   “Slut”, you echoed, almost bewildered. The insult cut deep, deeper than you cared to admit as if you walked around crooning for attention whenever he turned his back. And what was that about games? As though your role-plays, established role-plays, had any weight in your relationship, something you both had discussed for nights like this. Maybe not this particular night, but you were just playing, teasing him as always, but he went and called you a slut. You huffed, cheeks burning in humiliation as you swayed slightly in your blind fury, hissing a “fuck you” that only made his smile gleam. The cruel amusement flashing his eyes you despised the most─ clearly enjoying how he struck a nerve and gained back control. Asshole. 
  “You good there, darlin’”, he teased, nudging you and meanly snickering from how you struggled to catch yourself, “need a sec for your little brain to catch up?”
  Shock contorted into laughter as you dug your nails into your palms to keep you levelled, about the only keys of control you still had left that cleared the film over your vision. Using your laughter to restrain the anger that twisted, “You're so stupid”, you cackled, “are you so dumb you don’t know when I’m just playing? I was just fucking with you, asshole!” your pride kept you from shrieking as you dug into your bag and flashed your panties at him, “I took them off in my friend's house while doing pree’s you dick! that’s when we played truth or dare”, his smile withered, which only raised your callous laughter, relishing in his irritation when he had just insulted you. “Did you really think I’m that pathetic for attention? That I go out and disrespect what we have? Fuck you, Hoshigaki”.
  “Whatever”, he gruffed, too agitated and visibly shutting you out again by making his way to the living room, dismissing you with a wave, “I’m tired of your drunken shit─ go sleep it off”.
  Your pride surged, keeping your head held high as you fluffed your hair out of habit, the alcohol still fogging your head, but it was a mist you could ignore for the sake of your dignity. “Fine”, you hissed, his silence enraging you as you sashayed past him with your heels clicking on the floorboards, “didn’t think you were gonna be such a bitch about it”.
   “Repeat that for me”.
  You froze, back stiffening from the sound of that familiar gruff laced with scalding rage, a sound that had it shooting straight between your thighs, drooling slick that heated your skin. You have only ever heard that tone directed at you twice─ once when you called him a liar; and the other when he caught you messing with his car when he had told you to leave it be. They both paled in comparison to now, to the festering contempt you stirred from him.
  His heavy steps creaked the floorboards─ one, two, three. You could feel the warmth tingle your back from how close he stood. Your ass brushing against his pelvis you had to actively stop yourself from pressing into him when the temptation was too high for your muddled brain. You wanted to touch him, feel his anger pulse in your cunt, but you swayed slightly on the spot, unable to feel past the fuzziness inducing you. And while tension between you crackled, the dizziness returned the longer you stood with your back pressed to his torso, inhaling the rich scent of his cologne, the ghost of his touch crawling up your spine.
   “Say it again”, he whispers into the shell of your ear, leering down at you with his hands ghosting the silhouette of your waist─ knuckles cracking as they flexed the urge to wring your body, “I dare you”.
  A shudder raked through you from the sound, from his scent─ fuck. You weren’t sober enough for this, your knees buckled─ wanting nothing more than to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue and his mean eyes icing you to the spot. But you couldn’t, not after all he said, not without a fight. so schooling your expression, you glanced over your shoulder, feeling triumphant over the way his hands flexed dangerously by his sides.   
  “I said”, you spoke slowly again as you turned to face him head-on, enunciating your words, “I didn’t think you were gonna be a bitch about it”. Repeating it gave you exactly the reaction you were hoping for, but you wanted more. More rage, more heaving breaths, more heat. With a slow, deliberate step, you invaded his space again─ gazing up at him with your eyes misted by lust and alcohol.
  but Kisame only loomed over you, his size covering the light behind his head, his face sheathed in a shadow darkening his features even further─ adding to the hostility shading his face. Your toes curled beneath the strap of your shoes; breathing became challenging the more of him you inhaled─ perhaps you weren't as level-headed as you thought, considering your body swayed a little on the spot. He was so imposing, and angry, making you feel small, but it only fueled your spirit─ the itch to push him, drive him into forcing you to submit was a need that had you quaking before him.
  “C’mon, big guy”, you purred, “don't be like that. I was only fucking with you, but if you're gon' be so sensitive”. The twitch in his eye almost broke you into another fit of giggles─ but you held firm, even looking up at him apologetically, “‘m sowwy for hurtin’ your wittle fweelin’s”.
  “Enough”, he snarled, the warning in his tone reverberating like thunder echoing in a storm, “You're not cute”.
  “Yes”, you hummed, pussy dripping from the violence flaring in his eyes, “I am”.
  Time seemed to slow as the two of you stared at each other, convinced he could hear your heart thumping from how close your bodies stood, but he never said a word. Only regarding you coldly, angrily─ the silence was too much for you, so against your better judgement (and clouded mind), you shoved him. A firm hit on his chest that hurt your hand more than anything, “Got nothin' to say?” the uncontrollable laughter returned, almost like a bell sound that rang in his head that signalled a fight, “C’mon, darlin’─” you mocked his tone with another shove, “Say somethin’. Don't be such a bitch”.
  His booming laugh punched your gut─ a resounding, heartless sound empty of warmth that captured your breath and lowered your hand, a touch of fear slinking into place. Kisame grinned down at you, “y’really want me to break you, huh?” he chuckled darkly, amusement long since void, his smile a placeholder for the anger purring through him. “You gotta know─ this won’t end well for you if you keep pushing me”. A smile that was a little too crooked to be humourous added to the malignancy that stained his expression─ your attitude was exciting on most nights─ when he had the patience to indulge in your games. But tonight, with your drunken spurts and antagonising blows─ he itched to see you cry.
 “Keep going”, he said calmly, looking down at you with all the air of apathy, “Push me─ then see what happens, darlin’”.
  You grinned, lust swirling in you alongside the power rush of that pet name laced with a growl. “What’re gonna do, big guy?” your words slurred before you could control yourself, slipping back into your drunken fog, “You don't scare me”. It excited you, your smile bright and bold, no longer playing the guise of innocence─ you showed him the greediness of your drunken stupor. If you were sober, you might not have vexed him this way, but it was electrifying, staring him down under his heated stare of hate.
  His silence was only met by more arrogance from you─ feeling powerful in his complicity and influenced by the inebriated smoke still obscuring your senses, you continued to goad him with shoves. “C’mon, fight back”, smack, “what?” smack, “can't defend yourself against a girl?” Your giggles only continued, bubbles of excitement exploding the longer he ignored you─ standing there like a brick wall with no fight, only you vibrated with energy, laughter echoing along with your slaps until one struck him in the face.           
   “oop”, you squeaked, freezing to the spot with your hand stinging hotly, whereas his expression remained stony, cold─ unresponsive. You held your breath, staring up at him with wide eyes─ heart lurching to your throat until the seconds beat and he remained silent. A slow grin slinked back on your face, “holy shit─” you gasped through another giggle, covering your mouth with your pulsing hand, “Did that hurt? Did I hurt you, baby?” you cooed sickly, stroking his cheek with the back of your hand, taunting him with baby-talk, “Is baby gonna cry? Did I upset my wittle man?” You were answered with more dreadful silence, but you shook your head anyway, murmuring, “nahh, I know you can take a hit”, you began to snicker, “We all saw when Kakuzu beat your ass in the ring”.
  If there was anyone else listening, they would have winced, especially when they saw the tension slack from his shoulders and the grief that struck him. “What did you say?”
  Your sniggers deafened you from the rasp of anguish, stupidly drunk and selfish to realise the line you crossed in your pretty heels. Words you did not even believe, but you would say anything to make him react, to fight back─ and it was too fun to stop. Whispering, “you’re weak”, straining the word so you could see his brows knit. Well, they furrowed, actually─ less malice and more like sorrow. That didn't make much sense to you, so you repeated it, slapping his face a second time, but the force behind it was significantly weaker. “ya’hear me? you’re not a man, you’re weak”, you smacked his chest, “can’t defend yourself against a girl─ no wonder you lost to him. maybe─” you tugged on his shirt, holding onto it tightly as you continued to sway a little, “maybe you’re just not that good of a fighter, mmm?”
  The words hung in the air, stifling the room as your cheerful snickers began to die, pouting when he still had not said a word in defence or blocked your feeble slaps on his chest. Frustrations began to bleed from being ignored, a childish huff puffing from your cheeks as he just stood there, “got nothing to say, huh?”
  Kisame seized your wrist before another slap struck his face, squeezing against your delicate flesh and watching with dark satisfaction the way your smile twisted into a wince. He sighed heavily, exhaling the dark, twisted anger that you scintillated with your taunts─ reasoning slowly returning as he stared deeper into your haze-filled eyes. Trying his hardest not to allow your belittlement to influence him, but the cord holding his patience was thinning, and what you said was not something he could ignore─ but that would be a conversation for the morning. “You’re drunk”, he murmured flatly, easing the clench in his jaw when you attempted to tug out of his bruising grip. “I’m a nice guy, so I’m giving you the chance to save yourself”, his grip flexed, reminding you of the strength he wielded to break you, “I’ll look past this attitude if you stop. Now”.
  With a false sense of triumph, you scoffed, rolling your eyes at him and tattering his last thread of concern, “There you go actin’ like a bitch again”, even throwing your head back and groaning dramatically, “ugh, I should’ve chosen Kakuzu, huh? You’re too boring, at least he'd know how to─ ahh!”
  “I need you to listen real carefully”, he husked with his meaty hand gripping your throat painfully, a cold calmness coating his eyes scath chills down your back. Kisame breathed slowly, fanning against your cheek as he raised you a few inches off the floor by your throat─ the sound of your pathetic gasps piercing the hallway along with the tips of your heels scraping on the floorboard as you struggled mid-air. He pulled you close, an emptiness you weren’t familiar with covering his features when he whispered, “Don’t mistake my silence for weakness”.
  Yes, you thought as you struggled to breathe, a smile curling back on your lips despite the absolute fury pumping through him. 
   Victory─ bang!
  Your smile vanished with a loud cry when your back collided with the wall, the painting clattering onto the floor from the vibration as white spots danced across your vision. Your back arched from the shooting pain, head spinning, lungs shrinking tight with every breath he denied you─ Kisame became a blur even as he stood so close, his lips teased against your temple.
  “Clicks?”
  With your head swimming, barely gripping reality, you still managed to hear him through the blood rush─ enough to snap your fingers once, signalling your green light for him to continue. Even though darkness began mudding the corners of your sight, his display of strength always fluttered warmth and excitement in your core.
  Kisame chuckled darkly into your ear, pressing his weight into yours against the wall as he watched your eyes roll back, ignoring the red cuts on his hand the harder you clawed at him. Lust glowed in his abdomen, cock stirring from the sight of that bratty mouth of yours pathetically choking for air. His trepidations towards harming you in your inebriated state died the second you insulted him. Burned up the moment you called him weak. His silence was of petty entertainment, knowing you detested being ignored─ almost as much as you hated not getting your way. You were so cute thinking you ever had the upper hand. Slapping him, insulting him─ all to have yourself pinned against the wall hung by your pretty neck.
   “Got nothin’ to say now, huh?” heat seared between you─ he could practically smell your arousal dripping down your thighs, “Where’s all that backtalk? mmm? Am I still weak?” he spat the word at you, shaking your body mid air for emphasis, “You're just a drunk lil’ slut that can't shut her fuckin’ mouth”.
   A wet puh came from your mouth, splashing spit on his lips and bursting another delirious giggle from you in response.
  Kisame sighed, licking his lips of your saliva, then smiling softly in sadistic pleasure when he flexed his grip and felt your pulse slow drastically upon his fingers. “Oh, darlin’”, he muttered into the soft skin of your cheek, feeling your body go lax against his, sounds from you beginning to wane as consciousness slipped, “You shouldn't have pissed me off─ but it’s okay. I know how to deal with bitches like you”.
    He released you suddenly and watched your body drop onto the floor with a rough thud─ hissing in mock sympathy when your head bashed onto the hard floorboards. “Did that hurt?” he cooed, mocking your earlier words as he crouched down to your eye level, “Did I hurt you, baby?” His laughter boomed, nudging your shoulder to roll you over onto your side as you gagged on heaps of air, clutching your neck and grimacing from the tender bruise left by his massive hand. 
    “Is baby gonna cry?” he sneered, enjoying the unfocused glare you shot him during your strangled breaths, “Did I hurt my wilttle girl?”
  He eyed you carefully, meanly pushing at your head, then laughing when you struggled to keep yourself upright, “Come”. Kisame stood, grabbing a fistful of your hair and dragging your body across the hall, “You wanna act like a bitch? Fine”, he snarled, ignoring your screams and thrashes against his grip as he hauled you into the bedroom, “I’m’a treat you like a bitch until you learn some manners”.
     “LET ME GO! Shit! STOP!”
  You shrieked, kicking your legs and writhing frantically in a hopeless attempt to free yourself from his monstrous grip. But he did not let up or even hear your screams, exhibiting the strength you mocked, only for fear to pump through your entire system. Your throat burned from the asphyxiation, and the throbbing in your head only panged harder the more he lugged you across the floor by your hair─ yet the excitement still flared. This was wrath you had never seen from Kisame before, not outside of the ring─ a fit of cruel fury skewed with malice, and all of it directed at you.
    Perhaps I pushed him too far.
    “Ah! K-Kis─”
   “Dogs can’t talk”, he grunted, tugging you up and throwing you into the bed, “You got what you wanted, darlin’”, he snickered, satisfied with the brief glint of dread watering your lashes from the sight of him hulking over you. “─you pissed me off”. The bed dipped as he rested one knee on the mattress, still standing at the foot of the bed as he grasped your ankle─ yanking you toward him when you tried to shuffle away. “Colour?”
   “Green”, you stammered, blinking away his clone that leered down at you until just one of them bore that crooked, mean smile. “W-wait!” you struggled against his grip as he shoved you into sitting on your knees with your head tipped back for him, still unable to admit how you slanted into his touch no matter how rough it was. You just needed a moment, a small second to breathe, but the burn in your throat made it difficult, spitting fire in your veins while the rhythmic pulse in your head had you almost forgetting that you started this game. Though it didn’t look much of a game for him, and you couldn’t even see past his scowl.
   Kisame seized your jaw, squeezing your cheeks painfully, fingers digging into your skin─ hungrily eyeing how your tits moved with your haggard breaths. “Why are you doing this to me?” He muttered almost woefully, fingers ghosting the mark already beginning to inflate into a bruise, “Makin’ me hurt you like that─ you forced my hand, darlin’”, he tsked, hatred pickling from the sight of your smug smile peaking through. “Think this is funny, huh? Always tryna piss me off─ you’re just a selfish brat”, Kisame barked inches away from your face, “You ruin everything”.
   Your eyes widened, your smile wilting from the scathing hiss dripping from his words as the atmosphere suddenly shifted. He was mean─ vindictive in an emotional sense as his words stung. Calling you a bitch, slut, attention-seeking cunt. Pussy drooling with every scorn. Kisame scolded you with mocking impersonations and dark leers when you struggled against his grip, physically attempting to hide from his cruel contempt. Your cheeks burned in humiliation, but the haze behind your eyes tingled, satisfaction coming with every snarl─ knowing that you drove him into this state had you humming, even if it clattered your drunken head into an airy mist.
   “Aren’t I a good man for you? Don’t I spoil you? Take care of you?”
 You nod to the best of your ability, heart thumping with his grasp turning to steel as he snaps, mouth twisting into a horrid snarl.
   “Then why do you act like this?”
  “I─”
  A harsh slap strikes your cheek─ jerking your head to the side with a sharp cry as sparks of pain swell on your tender flesh, shooting down into your pussy too.
  “Huh? Is this what you want?” Kisame snatched your head back to look at him in the eye, only to strike you again, demoralising your spirit and oozing slick from your cunt with every hit. “Look at me when I’m talking to you! I’m tired of your fuckin’ shit, ya’hear me? I’m sick of your games, thinkin’ you can get whatever you want─ pissing me off for fun─ you’re just a bitch”.
   “Kisa─” his name bit your tongue with his next slap, another needy whine slipping from glossy lips shined further with drool. The anger you have come to love shook your resolve in a way that had never happened before. Keeping your mouth shut for once with every taunt, yet the heat coiling in your belly throbbed the more you relinquished control for him. Kneeling obediently─ heart lurching with his nasty scorns and piercing strikes upon stained cheeks─ you could not hold back your whimpers of his name no matter how hard you chewed on your bottom lip. Humping the sheets below you for any sort of relief when he glared at you like that, itching for more of his biting touch. This is all you wanted, and it burns you to be so close and still not touch him, only allowed to claw the sheets close to his thigh with little huffs of frustration escaping.
  “Kisame”, his name carries with a soft sigh, eyes glassy when another stinging slap strikes your cheek, the drunken fog thickening your senses as you continue rolling your hips singing his name, “Kisa-kisame”.
  His cock jerked at the sound of his name, your little mewls forcing him to stifle his groans as he watched you come undone with a few bruising slaps. God, you were pretty. Dress bunched, exposing your thick thighs spread wide to grind your needy cunt he could see the wetness smearing the sheets, lips gaping, eyes shining. But you weren’t crying yet, so he ignored the trickles of pre that marred his sweats for now. 
    Another sneer spat at your face, reminding you of the fury that still seeped from every pore. “What did I say? Did I say you could talk?” He shook your head again, cruelly pressing his thumb upon the sore bruise on your head like a button to hear your screams. “Are you stupid too? huh?” prying your jaw open─ a wet puh spat on your tongue, trickling on your trembling lip as he laughed, “Dogs can't talk”. Kisame wrung your head back, exposing that pretty neck glowing with his mark, the scathing hold making you squirm for more. “Before you scream─ you wanted this”, he hissed, recoiling his hand and laughing when you flinched before his palm connected with your pulsing cheek.
   Your moans went ignored─ doing everything you could not claw at his hand again to let go of your hair or hump the bed below you to satiate the ache between your thighs. The mean smile, cold eyes─ bruising grip, it all had you curling your hands into fists on your lap and salty water spilling over your lashes. Overwhelming yet incredibly addicting. The emptiness in your mind began to bristle like static─ you only needed to focus on breathing─ on Kisame, and even that was becoming too much. Your tears botched your face, and you stared up at him with a smile, struggling to speak with an already floaty headspace making it harder to concentrate until he fisted your hair again─ forcing you back to his sight.
  “cry”, he goaded, watching the fat streaks smear down your face, pleasure curling from the sight of you looking so timid compared to the fire you raged earlier. You look so pretty like this─ bruises discolouring your skin with spotted tears and a split lip, barely able to keep your eyes focused on him. “Did I hurt my baby?” He sneered again, chuckling over your quiet sobs as you shrank further under his degrading. Satisfaction purred from the sight, but it still was not enough for him─ a few heavy hits on an already rattled mind was no accomplishment. Kisame wanted more─ to break you as he promised and like you so desperately wished when you started this game. But your droopy smile was insufferable.
  He tsked, rattling you like a doll again, “Where’s that fire now, eh? Am I still a bitch?” the word came with a dark growl, the familial bitterness rising again as his own hand stung from the impact, power rushing through at the sight of your tears streaking your makeup. You squirmed pathetically under his grip, instinctively twisting your head this way and that to get away─ but Kisame grasped your hair again to keep you firmly in place, “You’re just a lil’ slut that needs to be taught a lesson─ aren’t you?”
  You nod, whimpering when lust sparks with every impact─ unable to do much else but take the heavy strikes, then mewling loudly when your body jerks and the soft blanket brushes against your sopping cunt.
 “Antagonising me”, slap, “─calling me names”, slap, “You wanna be treated like this? Wan’ me to hurt my girl?”
  “Ye-yes”.
  He laughed, “you sure ‘bout that?”
  You nod, more like bobble, but your smile was clear anyway, “hurt”. You whisper, throat too raw and bruised to talk, the fire licking your skin already beginning to shine sweat, “love it”.
  “You love it, huh?”
  “Mmm”.
  “And that’s all you wanted?”
  “yeah...”
   And then he was reminded why he was so angry, why those words wounded him so much. You called him weak, a scathing dig at his biggest insecurity. Demeaning his power, dismissing his efforts. Bringing up that fight against his oldest rival that he lost, and even despite your encouragement and gentle reassurances you whispered in his ear the night after, you still called him weak. Giggling with that drunken mist fanning your vindictive desires as soon as the opportunity presented itself.  As if that word was sitting, waiting to be ushered out of those pretty lips. You didn’t just bruise his ego, you hurt him, deeply. And now Kisame couldn’t look at you without those words echoing the memories of his defeat.
 his voice was a little hollow as he analysed the damage he made to your pretty face, dissatisfaction seething the longer he stared at you, “that’s all you fuckin’ wanted, yeah? to get me to hurt you, fuck you”, anger soared once again, “manipulative lil’ bitch”.
  You nodded absently, wincing when his grip moved to your jaw again, squeezing on the sensitive skin meanly, “love you”.
   Kisame laughed, shaking you with a loud, grief-stricken sound that didn’t sound at all like his usual laugh. “Oh”, he barked, “you love me now, huh? thought you didn’t like weak men, isn’t that what you said? huh? Isn’t it?!” he struck you again, agony pulsing with his hand as he bellowed, voice nearly cracking now that he was unable to hide the very real insecurities you prickled up his spine, shaking you out of your blissful daze, “you said so yourself! I'm not a man cause I’m weak─ I lost the fight, right? and you say you love me?!”
   “Always”, you sighed, opening your eyes and focusing on the darkness that began to lift from him, anguish momentarily melting as you whisper, “I love you, Kisa”, forcing yourself to ignore the blur of his silhouette to focus on the rest of him, clarity returning as you breathed deeply, “even if you do hit like a bitch”. 
  ...
 “Colour?”
  As soon as you uttered green, he struck you again, catching you off guard after that brief silence allowed you to clear some of the murky vision that obscured your senses. The stinging choking out tears harder from the heated friction on your marked skin.
   “Kis-ahh─”
 “Shut up!” he knocked you back down on the bed, hauling up your legs and tearing through your dress, wiping that smile off your face as you scrambled to cradle your throbbing head. “Wanna be treated like a slut?” He ignored your vague protests to slow down by forcing your legs apart─ wild, rage-filled eyes taking in your dewy-eyed expression with sadistic glee, stripping off his shirt. “No? Why no?” Kisame pushed down his sweats, boxers following, exposing his hefty cock leaking with thick spurts of pre-cum. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Kisame, please, gimmie your dick─ put your balls on my face, I wan’ it so bad”, he mocked with a wide grin, fisting his shaft up and down in teasing pumps over your flustered expression, smearing his pre on your pussy lips─ watching as you tried to blink away the spots in your sight as he laughed.
   “Just’a desperate lil’ cockslut, aren’t you?” He kneeled on the bed with your legs spread, hooking his arms under your thighs and tugging you into his pelvis, “You were begging for this earlier─ or are you too drunk to remember?” He laughed, a firm slap striking your cheek again, jerking your focus back, “Did I hit you too hard, darlin’? Does your wlittle head hwurt to stay awake?”
   It did─ it hurt so much you were dizzy, his twin returned. 
 Real fear surged now that your senses were haywire─ you couldn't think, breathe or even see clearly as the pain throbbed in your skull. His last hit knocked you back, and though you fell on the soft mattress, you started to feel disoriented─ significantly more than before. Kisame’s laughter choked your resolve, he bore down at you coldly, gripping your body tightly, you squirmed beneath his hold, but he was too strong. Too forceful.
  He pressed you into the mattress, held your legs up with your heels hanging over his shoulders and pushed his cock deep into your tight little cunt. A voiceless scream ripped through your throat─ only masked by Kisame’s deep groan and the creak of the bed as he bullied his fat dick into your unprepared cunt, forcing it into you─ stretching you out into the shape of his dick.
  “Fu-fuck”, he gasped, rocking into your body at a stiff pace, “y'squeezin’ on me─ shit, you’re so fuckin’ wet”, he murmured to himself, relishing in the snug warmth of your cunt seizing his cock. 
  To have you so tear-stricken and dazed under his body curled a dark smile on his lip. You were hot─ squishy walls clamping around his length in a tight grip that always had his balls feeling heavy with a need to fill you with his cum. Kisame groaned through clenched teeth, listening to the wet splat splat of your pussy upon his length with every thrust. “As annoying as you are─ sh-shit, this pussy─ fu-uck, fuck! This pussy s’fuckin’ good”.
  “Y-you’re hu-rting me”, was the only thing you managed to gasp, clawing at the thick blanket below you as you felt split apart on his cock, “s’too bi─ big-big, hurts! pl-ease!”
  “Thought you liked big”, he chuckled, keeping you firmly in place with a hand on your belly and the other bending your thigh back til your knee pressed on your chest, “Thought y’loved me─ were you lying?” He leered, agitation sparking once the memory of your attitude set, “Lying like you were about that motherfucker in the club? huh? But y’like it when it hurts, darlin’─ I know you do, you’re pussy says so─” his strangled groans reflected in his jerky pace, too enraptured by your pussy hugging his shaft to swallow his moans, “she’s tellin’ me how much you love it. y’love it, darlin’─ love my cock”, Kisame grumbled, sweat coating his chest as his thrusts quickened─ dick punching into your gut in deep strokes that had you begging for mercy already.
  “Hurt─ ahh, ahh─ s’rry, baby. Plea-ees ‘m sorry!”
 “I don’t care”, Kisame gripped your throat, palming the inflated skin and watching the fresh tears fall from the pain, “You're gon’ take my fuckin’ dick and shu─ uhh, fuck yeah, that’s good. Keep clenchin’ on me jus’ like that. yea─ god", he rasped, “cry all you want, it makes me hard.”
  It hurt in all the best ways─ the tightness coiling in your belly seeping your slick all over his cock, your restricted breathing dancing white spots as your eyes rolled back, nails scratching on his wrist in a futile attempt to release you, his thick shaft curving into your pussy in quick and plunging successions. But Kisame only flexed his fingers, his laughter sounding further away when his cock forced itself deeper, feeling him press so far your chest constricted. or probably from the lack of airflow. You couldn’t think─ but you could taste the tears on your lips, sensations blurring until he released you, and you heaved in a painful breath.
   “eyes on me”.
 your spluttered gusts of breath didn’t ease his thrusts, body jerking─ headboard rattling against the wall from the force of his hips as you wheezed from the spitting burn in your throat, his name spouting with pale reds of blood from your split lip. It hurt, and it clouded your senses, and it felt so─ so good you could only cry.
  “I said eyes on me”, a biting slap struck your clit, “already too fucked to think?” he chuckled, though it sounded more strained when your pussy fluttered from the impact, hunching over your body with your legs hooked over his shoulders─ bending you back and fucking into you at an angle that had his neat tuffs of hair rubbing on your achy clit. More whines smothered by his grunts sounded, ignoring your pathetic smacks at his chest.
  He was too heavy, his weight crushing your body, and you could faintly feel a pressure in your belly cinch the harder he fucked you. A pressure that coiled, tightened and twisted into a sensation that felt embarrassingly familiar. “Pee!” you shrieked, slapping his shoulders, “nee-need, stop!”
  “then piss”, he gruffed, “cause I’m not gonna stop until I break you, got it? Til I stuff you full of cum”, his lips a breath away from yours, licking the split that made you wince and his smile shine, “make a mess, cry, bleed on me”, he husked, cock twitching inside you, “piss on my dick”.
  “No, no!” you cried, bucking your hips only to have him slide in harder─ thickness pulsing it made your tummy flutter, tiny spurts of piss accidentally shining his cock before you clenched your inner muscles to cease yourself from bursting. “ohh, ple-please, I-I can’t!” you sobbed hoarsely, cheeks flaming when he laughed, “Kisa-k-k”.
   “keep begging”, he moaned, pressing into you, feeling his first splutters of cum start to release, “beg me to stop”.
  “ple- stop, stop! gon’-gonna pee! stop!”
 “Oh, fuc- nghh, cry for me, baby─ makes my dick so fuckin’ hard, wan’ slap it on your teary face”.
 You bucked your hips frantically, squeezing on your abdomen as best you could as you begged him to let you go, “I’ll do any-anything”, you wail, shame filling you to the brim when trickles of hot piss begin to escape, your cries becoming a garbled mess, “ple-ease! Anything! an-any!”
  “Okay... apologise”.
  When you murmur, huh, he pushes down on your belly, bearing a cruel grin as your mouth parts in wretched gasps, “Apologise for that bullshit earlier and then I’ll stop”.
  “I-I’m sorry”, you hiccup, squirming away from his grip by shoving at his chest weakly, releasing your pride the way you wished you could your bladder. Stuttering broken apologies in exchange for freedom. You didn’t care anymore! your face hurt, you had a headache, your throat burned, and your belly ached so much it was making you nauseous. You needed to pee. “I sh-shouldn’t ‘ave─ sai-d that! I’m so’rry!”
  “No”, he sighed woefully, licking your salty tears from your blemished cheek, “you shouldn’t have”. Kisame sat back, giving himself the space to flip your body over with your ass up and face buried into the pillows, savouring the wet heat that spasmed when he thrust into your cunt again from behind. chest heaving in gulps of pleasure in favour of your smothered wails he harshly bashed, “but sorry isn’t gonna cut it now, princess”.
   “Kisame!”
 “Oh”, he exclaimed with a twisted grin into your ear, “so you remember my name now? Nah, go back to bitch”, he snarled, snapping his hips into your ass, the long curve of his dick hitting new spots deep in your wet cunt.
  “m sorry─ ple-easee ‘m sorry, ‘ms’orry”, you hiccupped through your sobs, the pressure squeezing your bladder every time he drove his cock into your sopping cunt.
  “I’m a bitch, huh? ha?” he hissed into your ear, lips pressed into the arc of your lobe so you could hear the fury dripping in his tone. Kisame’s taunts matched the cruelty of his thrusts─ delving in deep, stretching you wide, leaving a permanent imprint of his cock into your silky walls. He reached around your body and gripped your throat, squeezing on the muscles that seized your breath once again, his fingers cruelly pressing on the abused flesh as your pussy dribbled more slick on his girth. “Your Kisame’s gone”, he taunted, releasing you to spank your ass, “Now you have to deal with me─ exactly what you wanted, yeah?”.
   “no─ yes?” you close your eyes, hiding from his mean snarl while clenching your thighs to relieve the discomfort in your cunt─ shame flaming your cheeks from his piercing thrusts. You breathed deeply, repressing the sob bubbling in your throat, feeling light-headed from all those head blows. But Kisame didn’t stop. He didn’t care about your pain or spurts of piss that you attempted to seize with muscle tension upon his throbbing dick. None of it mattered to him, especially not when he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, your body squirming as your cries were absorbed by the pillows. Groaning selfishly, piercing your flesh with sharp teeth, licking the bloodied skin and marking the other side with the same bites. You could feel his cock stirring inside your silky walls from the visible evidence of his ownership─ clamping more bites on your back, violent kisses that he admired by stroking his fingers on the indents of his love. You squirmed beneath him, belly churning, muttering your little “please” with thick sobs dampening your words.
  Kisame couldn't hear any of it─ he chose not to, focusing on the release that was fast approaching between you the more you bucked into his dick and shuddered beneath him. Pulsating the lust you recklessly ignited, only for you to be voiceless, limp and bruised beneath him.
 “One more”, he husked, heavy balls slapping your ass, ready to spill his cum into your drooling cunt, “beg me to stop”.
 “Can’t-ca-an’t hol-d─ please, ple-ee! Kisa-ahh!”
 Your words were a jumbled mess─ streaks of tears and drool dampened the pillow squishing your face as you rocked into his thrusts. His hips clapping your cheeks in their force, chasing his orgasm with clenched teeth resembling a smile, one hand gripping your hair and shoving your face deeper into the fabric with the other lifting your thigh up for a deeper angle on his strokes. Pumping his hips through the grunts of his pleasure, quietly murmuring praises he refused to let you hear when your cunt clenched upon every inch and ridge of his dick, greedily suckling on the sensitive flesh─ balls tightening, cum trickling out of his flushed tip. So, so close it ached his belly and quickened his pace.
  “Wan’ me to let you, ahh shit, go?”
 “Yes!”
  “Does it─ ngh, fuck─ does it hurt?”
 “So-so ohhh, yes, hu-rts so mu-uuchh!”
 “Fuck─ shit”, Kisame jerked, slamming into your cunt until it all burst. His cum, your piss, his throaty groans, your shameful cries. Breathing synchronising as your pressures released together, sinking into each other's bodies.
  “That’s it... that’s my dirty fuckin’ girl”, Kisame rasped, lifting your thigh up higher to watch your sordid gush of pee splash against his body and the thick blanket that lay beneath you. Drinking in your sweet, incoherent wails of his name and warbled pleas to make you stop the golden squirts of pee from ruining the bed. Laughing through your little trembles as he held you close until you were satiated and delirious. His thrusts slowed their pace, riding the wave of his orgasm, your bodies shuddering through your shared release, pussy convulsing, and cock shooting out thick gobs of cum into your soiled cunt. Splashing white deep inside as he emptied every drop until his cum trickled between the flesh that connected you.
  “Kisame”, you whine, sinking into his body when he pulls you into his chest, body pliant and spent, consciousness hazed, bladder finally emptied, “‘m sorry─ didn’t mean any’of it”.
  Kisame sighed gently, forgiveness sitting on the tip of his tongue, especially when you said his name so sweetly it sounded near melodic─ but the coils of disdain only tightened. Making it hard to forget the barbs you struck him with, only so he could have you mewling and smiling in his arms right now. Flushed and dazed, that is all you wanted from him. And though his cock pulsed inside you, coated in his cum, Kisame did not feel satisfied. Instead, resentment festered, a deep sadness that had him brushing your hair back from your shoulder, dusting his lips against the dips of his teeth that bloodied your skin, “─but I’m still hard”.
   “huh─ ohh no no no no!”
 Kisame stood, ignoring your objections by scooping you up into his arms, cock still buried in your cunt with your thighs spread resting on his thick forearms, pussy stretched upon his length. “Keep cryin’”, was his only words before he fucked you midair, holding you tightly with his face buried in your hair and dick pumping in and out of your squishy, wet pussy in only five strokes before you were spasming a second release.
  Your mewls carried through your orgasm, gasping and trembling in his grip as the creamy streaks of cum squelched with his thrusts, cock stained in lewd rings of white. Breathy sounds of his name mixed with his throaty grunts into your hair, inhaling your scent as he drowned out the hate, anger and resentment with the heat thrumming inside─ flushed skin sticking together, back to chest. Kisame held you close while you slumped into his body─ your head was thrown back into his shoulder, mouth agape, eyes rolled and unfocused as your body bounced with his strokes.
  “y’love me, baby?”
“uh, ahh─ uh-huh”
 “More than─ shi-hit! More than anything?”
“Mm-mmh─ yea, yea! Mo-more than an-any-any-tingg! ohh, ohh, Kisa!”
 “Are you sorry?”
“ye-yeahhhh! ohh, ple-ee, yeah! ‘m so’rry! so-so s’rry!”
  You answer as best as you can, his groans fanning into the flushed skin of your neck as he asks you again and again if you love him. If you were sorry. Smacking his hips into your ass and gripping his fingers on your thighs to keep you steady, bruising your body with his teeth, nails and hard thrusts into your soaked folds. Drinking in your cries with sighs of his own, pleasure humming─ thumping, bursting.
  “Kisa-ahh!”
 The delirious cry of his name rang as Kisame slumped down on the bed, panting heavily─ bouncing you idly in his lap with his mumbled praises showered by your mewls and stuttered pants bouncing off the walls until spots of white spill out of his engorged tip and fill your walls with hot blasts of cum. Groaning through the orgasm until it depletes with you twitching on his lap.
 “Shi-it”, was the only thing he could manage─ cock jerking in your soft cunt, sinking into the warmth of your body as the heat glowed. His strangled grunts puff into the back of your neck as he mildly rocks you through your third orgasm, squirts of your release dampening his lap he had to tighten his hold on your thighs to keep you stable.
  You breathe deep, wheezing through your breaths in nasty fits until Kisame set your thighs down to hold you gently, sweetly. The same hands that struck you earlier, now stroking your chest and coaching your breathing with his own steady rhythm until you calm, easing back into his embrace. Empty-headed and satiated, you simply breathe. Focusing on here, now─ on the rise and fall of Kisame's chest, your shaky thighs and tenderness in your neck, giving you that transparency into reality. The inebriated smoke that blackened your senses earlier began to lift as fatigue weighed you into his chest, the tiny tremors of your cunt rubbing on his shaft flaring a gentle warmth between you.
  For a minute, your breaths stabilised together, slowly descending from the high in quiet stillness─ a silence that ruined the serenity of the orgasmic bliss you shared, your bodies sticky, warm and rigid from the lethargic release. Under normal circumstances, you would be holding each other, laughing, kissing. But there was none of that this time. You sat in quiet discomfort, touching but not embracing, satisfied but not kissing. And you hated it─ you did this, pushed him too far. And though you ached and hummed in delight, you were still a little sluggish and foggy-brained─ though you shoved it aside and wished to make amends knowing his silence was unnatural, especially towards you.
  So you pat his thigh. “Water”, you rasp, “please”, then wincing when he lifts you off his cock and sets you on the bed, squirming from the trickles of combined release that oozes out of you.
 “Here”, he murmurs, eyes downcast as he hands you one of your half-finished water bottles, then moves over to the side of the bed to strip off the thick blanket he had laid before you arrived, “figured you’d wanna play some type of game”.
 You flush, writhing uncomfortably at the edge as he grumbled through his words and methodically stripped off the absorbent fabric to lay you down and clean up the mess on your body. You watch him quietly, fighting off the sleep that weighs on your eyelids to focus on him. On his gentle caress of your pussy and thighs, rubbing the warm rag on soiled flesh until you were clean. Fresh tears now brimmed from his silent care that you did not deserve, twisting guilt in the lump in your throat that had you almost choking, reminding you of the bruise he had left in his fury─ your body a testament to his pain.
    “Kisame─”
 “Forget it”, he huffed, standing after cleaning up the cum, moving over to the bathroom to toss the dirty rag before coming back to you and placing a cold compress on your head, “Hold it”. When you obey, Kisame begins to clean the dried blood off your shoulders, avoiding your eyes with his expression tight despite how hard he tries to relax the tension in his jaw. 
  After a little while, you say his name again─ a soothing murmur that finally steals his attention, asking the question that had been clawing at your chest ever since he struck you. “am I really a bad girl?” you peer up at him with watery eyes and a trembling lip, fighting to keep your tears at bay then flinching when he cups your face tenderly, mindful of the bruise that shapes his hand.
  “No”, he sighs ruefully, voice low and apologetic, “you’re not”, he leans down, dappling kisses on your nose, forehead and one noisy peck on your sticky lips simply to hear you giggle again and ease back into his touch, “You just have a bad attitude sometimes”.
  “‘m sorry”, you whisper, genuinely, heart melting when he finally gazes at you, “I was stupid, an’ I shouldn’t have─”
  “I know, darlin’”, he sighs again, as if he can't bare to hear your apology, gently removing your hands from his arms when you attempt to pull him closer, “you gotta keep the pack on your head─”
  “Kisame, listen─”
 “I’m not wearin’ pants, babe─”
   “Kisame, I’m sorry─”
  “Just stop!”
 you freeze, chest constricting as the room begins to spin again when he pushes you off, “Kisame, I─”
 “Enough!” he howls, voice cracking as he gets up from the bed in search of his pants, fighting to keep the control that snapped, “I know you’re sorry, okay? I get it, you’re sorry. Just stop!”
 You watch him sadly, sitting broken and apologetic, as he heaved in gulps of air to calm himself down, swiping his hand over his face with his back to you entirely. Shutting you out. Your throat burned to swallow your tears, and your body ached and hurt, but those were only bruises. Marks that would heal, but Kisame couldn't even look at you, the tension in his shoulders rippling the muscles down his back─ it killed you to be the source of his discomfort.
 “I was horrible”, you begin to say, croaking out the words in spite of the soreness that swelled when you strained your throat, desperate for him to hear what needed to be said even when you stumbled through the speech. “─and I was drunk an' selfish and so stupid. I said shit I didn’t mean, I’m so sorry, Kisa. You have every right to be pissed, I─” your legs shook when you tried to stand and walk to him, buckling slightly only to realise that your heels were still on the whole time, “still drunk, I guess”, his huff made you smile, inching closer to him, “I’m just a fuckin’ stupid slut, huh?”.
  “Don't you dare”, he grunted, catching you by surprise with the malice he shot you, “you’re not a slut”
  You smiled, the unease melting away from the sound of his conviction, breathily asking, “am I a bitch too?”
  “No”, Kisame groaned after a long silence, finally releasing the agitation that crawled on his chest to allow forgiveness to seep through and accept your sniffled apologies, “you’re just insufferable”.
  You grin, stumbling a little until he catches you in his arms when you try to walk on shaky legs still strapped to heels, “and you’re amazing”, you breathed into his chest, arms wrapped around his neck, resting your chin on a well-defined pec. When he rolled his eyes, you knew it was over, your smile bright and wide once again, infecting the corner of his lips. “You’re so strong, and pretty, and fun”, you sang, albeit a little more hoarse, but it only made him try to suppress his smile harder, “you’re the bestest in the whole wide world”.
  Kisame hummed drily, thick arms caging you into his body, acutely aware of how naked you were, “wow, in the whole world?”
 “mmhmm!”
“That’s crazy”.
 “Yep!” your smile softened as you gazed at each other, tensions melting and skin touching, bodies swaying together in the middle of the bedroom.
 You reached up, tenderly stroking his cheek, feeling a warmth spread as your thumb brushed upon every dip and curve of his features, heart swelling, “you’re not weak, darlin’”. When he tried to sigh, you shushed him gently, taking his hand and letting him touch the discoloured skin on your neck, “I shouldn’t have pushed you like that. It was unfair and cruel”, you said levelly, trying not to sway when he clasped his hand around your throat, the sensation shuddering pleasure through you from the impression of his strength on your skin.
   “I love everything about you”, you reassure him with a sweet kiss on his knuckles, “love it when you touch me like that, when your hands hurt”, you whisper, mewling softly when his fingers flex on your neck before massaging the skin with a slow drag of his thumb to ease the discomfort. “You’re incredible”, you murmur, quietly observing how Kisame’s brows unfurrowed and his shoulders sagged as you praised him, worshipped him, loved him with delicate kisses and whispered declarations, reminding him of everything he was and could ever be. That his strength was admirable, praiseworthy, and his touch soothed you better than any song until you saw his expression soften.
 “I love everything about you”, you sigh, mirroring his touch on his bare chest, “a big man like you, being sweet on me─ drives me crazy. I love you, so fuckin’ much, Kisa’”.
  This time, when he huffed, it resembled a chuckle, showing his teeth with the smile you loved as he cupped your face, the emotional rasp in his tone feuled with adoration, “you drive me crazy, woman”.
 You giggle against his lips, eyes fluttering closed when Kisame kisses you with a playful slap on your ass, splutters of laughter between you barely seizing the kisses flushing your cheeks.
The rest of the night softened with low groans and sweet sighs.
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Thursday Night
Pairing: Kirishima X F!Reader
Summary: Kirishima was working in a bar while he continues to go to school to get his master's degree, you happen to go into that bar for your 21st birthday and can't seem to get the redhead off your mind ever since.
Warnings: SMUT | Minors & Ageless Blogs LEAVE. Alcohol. Swearing. Fucking in Public.
Contains: Story is set in an unnamed university town. Kiri is older by a couple years, Mutual pining. Porn with Plot. Consent. Unprotected Sex. Mentions of Birth Control. Oral (M&F Receiving), Hickies(M&F), Throat Fucking, Kinda get caught in the act. Reader gets picked up a few times. Nicknames: Baby, Babe, Baby Girl, Gorgeous, Cutie.
W/C: 7,768
A/N: I am so sorry this fic is so damn late for @myherokatsuki and their A Familiar Face collab. Please make sure to go check out the other fantastic pieces people have made! I was given College AU so I hope a bar in a college town is okay! A special thanks to @silverhairsimp for helping me work through this one! Ily, babes.
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With a degree in psychology already under his belt, Kirishima certainly hadn’t planned to still be working at Fat’s Place. It wasn’t the fanciest bar or club around the busy university campus but, damn, did the place feel like home, and that wasn’t just because he was renting the flat above it. 
Taishiro, or Fat as his players affectionately referred to him, was also the owner and namesake of the bar. When the coach learned Kirishima would be pursuing his master's degree and staying at the university, he also asked if he’d stay on as a barback while he continued his education. The redhead could have sought out a job in his field, which probably would’ve been better for him in the long run, but Kirishima truly loved working at Fat’s. Something about the people he’d meet made him want to stick around. 
He was well into year number three at the bar, when he laid eyes on you for the very first time. 
You walked through the door, laughing with a group of your friends, your arms linked between two of them, and you had a sash across your chest proudly displaying that it was your birthday, your 21st to be exact. But, they didn’t drag you up to the bar, instead, you all crammed into a booth, chatting among yourselves until a particular song called the lot of you out to the dance floor. 
Because Fat’s Place wasn’t just a bar and that gave it a particular edge over the more upscale clubs in the area. It did have a bar, an extensive one that Kirishima was very proud of, but, there was also a dance floor, and a pool hall, plus plenty of booths where you could eat some pretty decent food at or just kill time with friends. It was because of these additional things that you didn’t need to be 21 to get into Fat’s and that meant Kirishima had lost count of the number of people who spent their final evening of being 20-years-old in this very place, just counting the seconds until they could order that first legal drink. 
And, since he’d lost you in the crowd for a while, too busy making drinks and helping to run out orders of food, he figured you were one of these 20-year-olds. He didn’t think about you too much though, assuming he’d be seeing you around the bar in a couple of hours anyway. He had current patrons to give his attention. Smiling for them while pouring shots, gathering tips in the coffee tin when he paired a flirtatious wink with a tall glass of beer. There was a reason Fat asked him to stay on; he was good at what he did.   
Reading people was a part of the job but Kirishima always saw it as more of a game. Tailoring the few minutes he shared with the people who wound up in front of him into moments that he hoped would brighten their nights. And, when the clock struck midnight, it was suddenly time to play that game with you. 
Standing very alone at the end of the bar, you fiddled with your ID; a habit he’d noticed in people new to the legal drinking age. He gave a cursory look around and noticed a few of your friends dancing with new partners, some pressed together in a booth near the back. Everyone seemed to be paired off and that left you standing all by yourself at the end of the bar. It almost felt wrong to him, someone about to have their first drink with no one to share it with… 
“Someone’s got a birthday, huh?” 
“That’s what the sash says.” You smiled and looked down at the garment, “oh, and my ID.” 
He took the piece of plastic from between your fingers and noted the date. You’d only been 21 for 4 minutes. When the green light flicked on after he scanned your card, he passed it back to you. 
“Well, a very happy birthday… thought about what your first drink’s gonna be?” 
You shook your head. “Not a clue,” a grin spread across his face. He liked people who came up to the bar with an open mind. Gave him more to work with. 
“Alright then. What flavors do you like? Want somethin’ on tap? A shot? Want me to make somethin’ up?” He rattled off different options and watched as you chewed your inner cheek considering each of them. 
“What would you make me?” 
Damn, were you cute. “Gotta tell me what you’re in the mood for… wouldn’t wanna give you something strong and bitter if you’re feeling light and sugary.” 
He let you have a minute to mull things over, making a few suggestions for you to consider, and once you gave him a lead, he started pulling a couple of bottles off the rack. He got a kick out of the way your eyes tracked his movements. Watched him with a little grin on your face when he shook the drink over his shoulder before pouring it over fresh ice. 
“There ya go, give this a try,” He popped a lime green straw in it and slid it over, “If it’s not your thing, I’ll try again.” He knew finding a drink someone liked could be a process and he was always willing to work with a person until they found something they enjoyed. But, with you, it seemed he got it right the first time around. 
“So good!” You praised and wrapped your lips around the brightly colored straw again. “What’s it called?” 
“Uh…” He lifted the ball cap off his head and wiped his forehead trying to think up one on the spot. “It doesn’t really have one…” Eventually, he admitted honestly to you. 
“Well, how am I supposed to order it again?” 
He pulled a scrap bit of paper from under the register and a pen from behind his ear. “I’ll jot down what I put in it. But, if ya come back here, just find me and I’ll remember.” 
“You will?” Those eyes of yours narrowed like you didn’t believe him. “This seems like a pretty busy place. You’re gonna remember some random girl's drink from a Thursday night?” 
Kirishima slowly nodded his head, “yeah, yeah I’ll remember.” But you still looked unconvinced. “Guess you’ll just have to come back and test my memory sometime.” 
That had you smiling for him, around the straw in your mouth. He was sure he wasn’t going to be forgetting anything about you anytime soon. “Alright. And how much do I owe you?” 
He just shook his head. “Nothin’ at all. Happy birthday.” 
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Three weeks passed before you came back into Fat’s Place. Several hours earlier than you had on your birthday and just with your best friend suffering from a broken heart. You poured her into a booth and then wandered up to the bar, flashing a small smile at the familiar redhead. 
“Hey there, Thursday Night.”
The tips of your ears heated up at the nickname. “You did remember.” 
“Told ya I would.” He finished ringing an order in before giving you his full attention. “Want your drink again or in the mood for something new?” 
Your drink. He remembered you and called it your drink and it made your heart skip a beat. A reaction you might have paid more attention to if it hadn’t been for your friend who’d spent the majority of her day already drinking. “Could I actually just get some water for now. And, like, a lot of fries.” 
He followed your gaze. “Bad night?” He asked and scooped ice into two glasses. 
“Somethin’ like that.” The rest of your friend group was supposed to meet here in a few hours. You just wanted to get some food in her before the drinking started up again. 
You watched his strong arms go through the methodical motions that were probably muscle memory by now but there was something oddly calming about watching the way he worked. It had you so distracted you barely even registered him setting the glasses down in front of you.  “Why dontcha go back with her. I can bring those fries out when they’re up.” 
With both glasses of water in your hands, you thanked him before heading back to the booth. The redheaded bartender's kindness didn’t stop with the basket of fries though, it continued all through the night, right up to the moment you left. He’d made sure waters were always up for you the moment he saw you at the bar, even if you were ordering an actual drink, he made sure to have a water with it. And when it was two in the morning and you all were finally ready to call it a night, he made sure to call you all a cab to ensure you made it back to your dorms safe and sound. 
The following morning, when you begrudgingly rolled out of your friend's bed, you decided you really should do something to show your gratitude. The few dollars you shoved in the tip tin throughout the night didn’t feel like enough. 
So, you’d made the walk to your dorm, dug out some of the cash you had stashed away and stuck it in an envelope with a quickly scribbled note and then headed back for the bar. 
It was closed… you should have figured as much since it was barely nine in the morning. You planned on just coming back in the evening but then caught sight of someone moving about inside. 
You tapped on the glass door and caught the attention of the heavy-set blonde man, and were thankful that he didn’t just wave you off but rather came to the door anyway. “Ya know, I don’t usually serve mimosas here…” He joked with a friendly smile and you explained that you weren’t looking for a drink. 
After learning that the man in front of you was in fact the owner of the bar, you handed the envelope out to him. “One of your bartenders was just really great to me and my friends last night, could you make sure he gets this?” 
He looked down at the name you’d messily written across the envelope. “I– I’m sorry, I never caught his name–” 
“That’s fine,” The blonde, Taishiro, chuckled, “I’ve only got one redheaded bartender. He actually lives in the flat just upstairs, I can go get him and you can give this to him yourself.” 
“Oh, no, that’s alright! He’s probably sleepin’ anyway.” You started walking backward down the sidewalk, “Thank you, though!” 
“His name’s Kirishima, by the way!” He called back after you, “Since apparently, he’s bad with introductions!” 
Your head was buzzing the whole way back to your dorm. The redhead flicked in and out of your thoughts more than he probably should’ve since your first encounter with him on your birthday. You tried to ignore the way you always seemed to see him walking around the campus now and the way that the sight of him alone made your heart race. 
It was your final year of school, you didn’t need a damn crush, you needed to focus on getting into the master’s program, and that was it. 
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Kirishima kept that little note you scribbled for him right on his dresser where he saw it every single day. 
Thanks for taking care of us
- Thursday Night
He thought it was sweet you opted for the nickname he’d given you. He knew your name, remembered it from the first time you met and he read your ID. But, even without all that, Fat also described you perfectly when he gave him the envelope and Kiri did pay your party a lot of extra attention that night but, he never expected this kind of a reward for it. He didn’t expect any kind of reward at all! The cash was lovely, but, it was your thoughtful little note that he couldn’t stop reading, even after months had passed. 
Each morning it made him grin and every night it filled his chest with warmth knowing he’d done something good. 
He still had the piece of paper, and about a hundred different memories of small encounters with you tied to it now. Kirishima thought these might be the only moments he’d get with you since the school year was drawing to an end and you had graduation just around the corner, but then he overheard you talking about a master’s program you’d been accepted to at the university, the very same university he was still attending for his own. 
You’d be staying. 
To his surprise, and great delight, you’d even remained through the summer. 
Three extra months to let his feelings bloom. Falling for a patron he saw a few times a month in the bar and a couple of additional encounters around campus. 
Sure, he’d been seeing you all year! Running between buildings, or in the library late at night. But now that it was summer and there were far less people around, it was like he couldn’t step foot on campus without seeing you and it felt weird not acknowledging you. 
He saw you chatting on the phone on a bench one day and gave you a friendly wave. Another time, coming out of the library holding a stack of books that you referred to as, just some light summer reading. When he noticed you studying at the library well into the evening on a hot July night, he even brought you an additional iced coffee. Of course, he barely said a word to you, not wanting to interrupt. 
They were all little run-ins that made him wish he could try to pursue more with you but, he was damn sure you weren’t in the market for a relationship. 
He’d lost count of the number of drinks he’d made per someone else’s request, watched as they approached you only to be shot down with your kind smile. But, knowing this fact also only made him more proud that you actually accepted the coffee from him that one night.  
Most of those you did reject went away with sad eyes but a few stood their ground and tried to insist that you accept their oh, so generous offers. Katsuki or Taishiro were more than happy to show those people right out the door. 
It was obvious you weren’t looking for anything, Kiri knew that, but, it didn’t stop his heart from damn near leaping out of his chest each time you walked into the bar, right up to the counter, and said your sweet hello to him. 
He adored the couple of minutes he got your attention all to himself when he was making your drink, now officially known at the bar as the Thursday Night. He’d ask you what was new, how your week had gone, literally anything that came to mind for those short seconds he had with you and he cherished each of them.
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It was a week before fall classes were due to start. The summer air gave way to a cool breeze in the late hours of the night. You’d walked home to your new apartment, having moved out of the dorms earlier in the summer, meaning you were now closer to the bar that had become a favorite hangout spot.
During the walk back home you welcomed the chill in the air, it was a nice change from the heat of the day and the warmth that clung around the bar. But, when you realized you’d have to go back out again, you groaned inwardly and pulled a hoodie over the sundress you’d had on. 
It might have been an odd fashion choice in some people’s eyes but after two in the morning when you realized you forgot your wallet, you didn’t really give a shit about what you were wearing. The only thing you cared about was if someone would still be there to let you in and get it back. 
It was a relief that the door was still propped open by a barstool, music flowing out, but when you walked in the place was practically empty, except for a certain redhead. 
A redhead who you couldn’t deny you’d grown fond of over the many months. You couldn’t deny anymore that he was as easy on the eyes as he was to talk to. Always armed with a warm smile and a heartfelt laugh whenever you needed one. He even offered to help you with a stack of library books once when your overzealous self checked out one too many. And the coffee he brought you out of the blue… he’d wiggled his way into your heart whether you wanted him to or not. 
You’d told yourself you wouldn’t date in your senior year and you hadn’t. A couple of one-night-stands… sure, but Kirishima was too sweet a man to be relegated to a single night of fun so, you admired him from across the bar and campus for the entire last year, a year that had been over for a while now. You just had to figure out if you were going to keep up your dating freeze…
Kiri had a broom in hand, sweeping under the stools that he had propped up on the bartop, humming along to the song that was playing. “Excuse me,” You called, not wanting to startle him.
“Sorry, miss,” He began but then turned around, “Oh, hey!” He beamed over at you.
“I know you’re closed but I–” 
“Forgot your wallet?” He chuckled and walked back behind the bar. “Knew it was yours. Found it tucked back behind one of the booths, must’ve fallen.” 
He walked it over to you and handed it right over. “I didn’t look inside, but, ‘m not sure if someone got to it before me… do ya wanna take a look and make sure everything’s there?” 
You did as he suggested, flipping through your cards and making sure your cash was accounted for. “Looks like you got to it in time. Thank you, Kirishima.” 
The man grinned when you said his name. “‘S no problem at all.” 
There was no reason for you to stay, you’d gotten what you came for, and yet, your feet were stuck to the spot. It didn’t help that Kiri was rooted too, just looking down at you with those kind eyes. 
“Did you… need anything else?” You shook your head but still didn’t move and, apparently, something about that was funny, making him adjust his hat while he chuckled, “Well, I’m just cleaning up for the night but, if you wanna stick around, you’re welcome to.” 
You took him up on the offer, and for the first time, actually had a conversation at length with the man. 
The bar had been clean for well over an hour, leaving the two of you sitting on stools, your legs swinging between his. Topic after topic went by, effortlessly bouncing from one right into another and it was becoming apparent that your dating freeze was hitting a thaw. 
You couldn’t believe the things you had in common, all the likes and interests you both shared and never talked about in all the time he’d been pouring you drinks. 
Neither of you realized the hour it had gotten to. Kirishima was completely surprised when the door that led to his flat swung open and his silver-haired roommate came stepping out with a yawn. 
“Holy shit, dude, you’re still up!” 
“Uh, yeah, guess I am.” 
And then a pair of silvery eyes landed on you, “Oh, and now I can see why.” You’d seen him in the bar before, usually glimpses since he was often in the kitchen, but, he’d been up with Kirishima a time or two. 
“Y/N, this is Tetsu, he’s my roommate and a bit of an early bird.” 
“I like to run when the campus isn’t crawling with people.” He shrugged and zipped up the jacket he was wearing, slapping Kirishima on the shoulder before heading to the door. “She’s real cute, but, ya gotta sleep sometime.” 
“Wouldyougetoutofhere!” 
Tetsu left with a laugh and, even though you were really tempted to keep talking to the redhead, you needed to be getting at least a couple hours of sleep with your program starting in just a couple of days. 
“Could I walk you home?” Kiri quickly asked when you slid off the stool.
“Oh, you don’t have to, I don’t live far.” 
“I know I don’t have to… but I’d like to.” 
And so, the two of you walked side by side the seven blocks to your apartment. Standing, staring at one another again, neither wanting to leave until he couldn’t just look into your eyes anymore. 
He took the hat off his head and set it backward on yours, “Hey,” you giggled, “What’re you doin’?” 
“Have you ever tried kissing someone with a ballcap on?” He reached around and flicked the bill of it, “The bill can make things difficult.” 
Kiss? He said kiss. Your brain hurried to process that word, the question, and the sentence that followed. 
“A-are you saying you wanna kiss me?” 
“I’ve wanted to for a while now, feels like forever kinda.” Kiri nodded his head, “May I?” 
You stood on your tiptoes to give him his answer, slotting your lips right against his and moving them slow when his hand cupped your cheek.
When a dog walker cleared her throat in annoyance, Kiri didn’t even dare move away from you, not ready for the moment to end just yet. He wrapped his free hand behind your back and guided you closer to your door, out of the way of street traffic where the two of you could take your time.
When you dropped back onto flat feet, he chased you for a second longer, stealing another kiss before pulling back. 
“Worth the wait?” 
“Fuck yes.” He hummed into a last kiss with you before actually calling it a night. Leaving you standing on your porch with a torrent of butterflies in your stomach that seemed to have just been waiting for the freeze to end.
“W-wait! You forgot your hat!” 
“Hold onto it f’me! Just give it back when I see ya again!” 
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He didn’t have to wait very long. Not at all. You were back in the bar by eight that night, carrying his hat in your hands and walking right up to the bar. You beckoned him to lean forward with just a single finger and he did so without even thinking, letting you put it back on his head. First with the bill facing forward but you spun it around before he was able to back away. “Wouldn’t wanna make kissing difficult.” 
“Can’t have that.” You shared a grin before crashing back into each other. 
From then on, it became a game for the two of you. In the weeks that followed, when neither of you were brave enough to define what you were to the other, you could at least admit when you wanted affection from him. 
It was simple really, you’d find a way to grab his hat and flip it around. He’d spin around until he found you, pull you close, or push you up against the nearest solid surface, leaving you completely breathless, and then promptly returning to whatever he was doing prior. You got your kicks out of watching him search for you, and he was enamored with your awe-struck face each time he pulled away from you. 
Of course, he couldn’t take things too far, or else he was going to be popping boners at work and that didn’t sound like a good idea. Sure, Tetsu and his girlfriend, Itsuka, snuck off to the supply room a time or two but you and him weren’t there yet, not even close to it to both your dismay. Between classes and work, you were barely even able to come in to see him, and he hadn’t been able to take you out on a proper date like he desperately wanted. 
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That was why he’d been so excited when he heard your sweet voice calling to him on a Saturday night. He was stuck in the parking lot of the biggest football game of the season, running their little beer stand out of the back of his truck to bring in some extra cash for the bar. Two years ago, this had been his idea; sell the beer cheaper before the game. Hell, he even had people coming out during the game to buy it from them! But this year, fuck, he hated it. 
He wanted to be with you, but you weren’t even planning on going to the game! With your first exam on Monday, he understood why but, he still missed you. So much so that when he heard an all too familiar, “Excuse me,” He almost didn’t believe it. 
But, there you were, standing with a smile on your face and a cooler in your hands, and a blanket draped over your arm. “I’m afraid I don’t have your wallet this time.” He joked when he hopped down from the tailgate of his trunk and pressed his lips right against yours. He brushed your hair back, “Whatcha doin’ here, gorgeous?” 
“My brain hurt… I needed a break, so, I thought I’d make you some dinner and join you.” 
“You’re absolutely adorable.” He beamed and set the cooler down on the tailgate and then climbed back up in the bed, quickly pulling you up with him. 
“By make,” you clarified when he opened the lid, “I mean I grabbed some bread, a few different lunchmeats, and cheeses…” he continued to pull out the sandwich supplies as you went over the things you brought. 
With everything laid out on the blanket, he leaned over and kissed your temple. “It’s great, babe.” And he genuinely meant it, honored that you’d go through all this trouble for him. 
Luckily, you both made it through sandwiches and half a bag of chips before the halftime crowd started pouring out. He brushed off his hands and kissed you quickly. “This shouldn’t take too long, be back in a couple minutes.” 
Except Kirishima was quickly eating his words. He hasn’t expected a crowd this large to crowd around the small beer stand. Even on the biggest game of last year, there weren’t half as many people! 
He worked as fast as he could, exchanging cash for cups, quickly glancing at the colorful bands on wrists that indicated age, but he couldn’t work fast enough. 
“Hey,” he had even notice you leave his truck but suddenly your small hand was on his shoulder, making him stop for just a second, “I’ll get the drinks, you worry about the cash. ‘Kay?” 
“Y–you totally don’t have to do that…” You didn’t sign up for this madness, you shouldn’t have to do a single thing right now!
But, all you did was smile up at him, “I know, but I wanna help.” 
Damn, you really were incredible. 
Together you worked through the crowd of people and about twenty minutes later, all were taken care of and nearly all the kegs had been empty. 
“Don’t think I’m gonna make it ‘til the end of the game,” he noted and kicked one of the remaining kegs with the toe of his shoe. 
And, he’d been right, not even halfway through the third quarter and the last drop was sold. Some part of him couldn’t believe it. He’d never sold out. Not completely. But, the bursting cash box and empty kegs couldn’t be denied. 
There wasn’t much sense hanging around in the parking lot once everything was loaded back up in his truck. 
You were leaning right against the passenger door when he slammed the tailgate shut, lifting his hat to wipe sweat off his brow as he walked around to you. “We can catch the rest of the game if you’d like… or I can take ya home if you wanna keep studying.” 
“I think I’m all studied out for the night, but what if I don’t really wanna watch the game either?” 
A smirk spread across his lips because he was getting familiar with that little glint in your eye. 
“And what would you like to do instead?” He refused to get too hopeful, that is, until you pulled him down and pressed your lips right against his. 
“Just wanna spend some time with you.” Your lips moved slowly against his when you spoke. 
He eased you to the side so he could reach the door handle behind you. Kiri kept on kissing you while his hands ventured down to your waist, lifting you easily right up into his passenger seat. “Buckle up, babe. I’ve gotta couple ideas of how we can spend our time.” 
When you decided not to buckle into the passenger side but rather went for the middle seat right beside him, that was when he decided to take the long way back to the bar. 
Everyone in the little town was still at the game, that was why Kiri sat at the light for three cycles with his hands caught up in your hair and his tongue dancing with yours. The light switched to yellow when his lips moved along your jaw. “Wanna take you out,” he nipped at your ear. 
“We can go out whenever, Eijiro…” Gods, hearing you say his name was so addicting, “just, not tonight, okay? Just want you tonight.” 
He’d made it to your collarbone when the light was casting a red glow over you both. “Just us t’night. You got it.” And then it changed again to green.
You were bringing his lips back to yours when a car horn blared behind you causing laughter to flood his cab and pour out the open windows. 
It happened three more times before you’d made it back to the bar. Make outs at every red light, and in between them your hand was on his thigh, soft lips kissing and sucking at his neck making his jeans unbelievably tight. 
“Just gotta, fuck—“ He was panting against your lips when you finally got back, parked near the kitchen entrance, “get everythin’ inside, then ‘m all yours, darling. Promise.” 
While you went into the bar to wait, Kiri had never unloaded his truck faster in his entire life. Piling the empty kegs just inside the door, nearly forgetting the cash box inside his truck, all in a hurry to get back to you as quickly as he could. 
He found you just on the other side of the bar waiting for him, “C’mere.” He groaned and pulled you flush against him, trapping you between the counter and his body. 
His hands couldn’t stop moving. Wanting, needing, to feel every part of you that you’d allow. Sighing when you let him palm your breasts and moaning when he couldn’t help but rut against you. But, what really did him in was watching you sink to your knees in front of him. Not breaking eye contact until you had his belt undone and pants loose around his hips. 
He was so proud of the way you gawked at just the outline of him clearly displayed in his boxers. Precum already darkened a patch of the fabric. 
You were biting down on your lower lip when he pulled his boxers down for you. But the moment he had his hand around his shaft, you already had those perfect lips parted, and he could’ve cum on the spot from the sight alone. 
“What a good girl,” He purred and set the tip on your tongue, letting you taste the arousal that had formed. “Been wantin’ this, have ya?” Your lips closed around him with a hum and he smiled, brushing back your hair. 
Your small hand replaced his, working his length with your fist while you took more and more of him in your mouth. He rested his hands on the bar top above you for balance, easing his hips forward, and stopping the moment you gag with a little,”’m sorry.” 
You were quick to start again though, try to get him past that deliciously tight bend of your throat and, fuck, did he want that. Wanted to see your cute nose nestled against the neatly trimmed dark hair at his base. 
It took a few minutes and a couple tries, he even stopped at a point to make sure you want to continue when he saw tears prick your eyes but you just put your mouth right back on him, and damn if he wasn’t in love. It was too soon to say that though, right? Corny to first say it in the middle of sex… he vaguely recalled Katsuki saying something like that once, so he settled for, “Fuck, you’re perfect.” 
He moved a hand to your hair, helping you move right along his cock, holding himself deep in your throat. “Never had anyone take me this well,” And he meant it. He really was stunned at the way you opened up for him. 
“Damn, babe, ‘m feelin’ close…” you could tell by the way his hand curled into a fist, pulling lightly at your roots. “Want my cum down your throat? Can you swallow it all up, pretty girl?” 
His cock twitched when you enthusiastically nod your head and he nearly busts right then but he takes a slow breath, watching your stunning eyes and hearing the way your nails claw at his jean-covered thighs. “Little more, baby, just a litt—“ 
He stopped talking instantly, thinking he heard something in the kitchen. His hips froze, the tip of his cock deep down your throat while he listened and you remained perfectly still below him. 
“Ei! You lazy shit! Couldn’t move these away from the fuckin’ door!”
“Shit!” Kiri hissed and you could both hear Tetsu kicking one of the metal kegs out of his way. There was just enough time for him to pull out of your mouth and slip his cock back into his boxers before the kitchen door swung open and his roommate walked through. 
“Really?” Tetsu barked the moment he saw him. Kiri was sure he was covered, leaning enough that his friend couldn’t see his belt hanging loose or the fact his pants were wide open… never mind that he had you with swollen lips and watery eyes just under him. 
“Hey, man, thought you were going to that after-party.” 
Tetsu’s brows furrowed at his friend's demeanor, and Kiri’s heart raced faster, “I was— I am. Itsuka and I both are but,” he started to walk to the side of the bar and for a moment Kiri genuinely feared he was about to come around it but he stopped just short. 
“She forgot her jacket earlier and asked me to grab it.” He pulled it from below the counter. “I— uh, think I’m just gonna stay at her place tonight…” He started to walk back towards the kitchen, “give you and Y/N the apartment for the night. Sorry I interrupted, by the way!” 
“HOW’D YOU?!” 
He chuckled and pushed the door back open but pointed just behind Kiri. “Mirror on the back wall. Nice shark boxers, by the way! See ya later, you two!” 
Kiri let his head fall to the bar top, cheeks tinged pink with a bit of embarrassment as he gave you a heartfelt apology. “Guess I was a little eager and forgot he’s got a key.” But, he knew there shouldn’t have any more interruptions. 
Only five people held keys to the bar, he and Tetsu were two of them. Fat being the owner obviously had one but he’d be taking his toddler twins home from the game right now. Mina took off on vacation yesterday and Katsuki was probably already in bed. 
You stood up between his arms. “He didn’t kill the mood though, did he?” You asked and he could see the hesitation in your eyes, worried that he might wanna call it here, but, absolutely nothing had been ruined in Kiri’s mind. 
“Oh, hell no,” He smirked and bent to grab you and set you on the edge of the bar, “Didn’t kill a damn thing.” 
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Kiri hurried to return the generosity you’d given him just minutes before as soon as he was sure you were alone again. He helped ease you out of your jeans and panties, haphazardly folding them before setting them on a stool rather than just throwing them on the bar floor. He lowered himself, kissing your thighs before he set each of them over his broad shoulders, and then ate like a man starved. 
“Fuck, Eiji,” He wasn’t shy about it like some other people you’d been with. No, he was determined, searching for the perfect roll of his tongue that made you cry out his name, figuring out what he could do to make your eyes roll back. He watched, he paid attention, and it showed. 
Before he’d even began, he flipped that hat around so the bill of it wasn’t poking at your tummy but, you knocked it right off his head when he found that perfect spot. Your fingers curled in his hair trying so hard to keep him in place even as your legs started to tremble. 
You whined when he pressed a finger into your sensitive hole, still fluttering from your high. “I know,” he murmured close to your ear, “we can stop if ya like, just say the word.” 
You knew he would too. He hadn’t rushed a single thing with you, hell, you two had barely gone beyond making out before tonight. You just wanted that to change. He was going to be a gentleman, do everything by the book unless you threw that book right out the window. 
You wanted more from him tonight. Wanted it for quite a while now.
“Don’t stop,” you panted, with his finger knuckle deep, “Please, don’t stop.” 
You saw him smirk before he dipped his head to kiss along your neck, nipping at the skin when he started to pump the single digit in and out of you. 
“Wan’nother, Eiji, please.” And he gave it to you without even lifting his head, too busy sucking a pretty purple mark just below your neckline and lazily stroking his length with his free hand. 
He was trying to split you open but it wasn’t enough. He was doing his best to prep you and, after having his cock stuffed down your throat, you were thankful for it, but you still wanted more. Rocking your hips slightly, fucking his fingers deeper into your cunt made him pull off your neck, “Feelin’ a little needy, baby?” It was more than a little but you nodded your head. “Awe, think you can take me, yet? Wouldn’t wanna hurt’cha.”
He slipped in a third for good measure when you opened your mouth to answer, causing a moan to spill out before any words could. “Y–yeah, Ei, I can. Wan it.” 
“Oh yeah? How bad?” 
You saw his cock twitch when you whined in desperation. “Really, really bad! Please, need to feel you inside of me.” 
“It’s a need now?” He chuckled, curling his fingers a final time inside of you before pulling them out. “Guess you just gotta tell me if you want it right here or if you want me to take you up to bed first?” 
“Here!” Rolling your hips, feeling his tip that he laid between your folds. “Don’t wanna wait.” 
“But, it’s just up those stairs,” He teased you mercilessly, finally catching on your dripping hole, “it’d only take a minute, cutie.”  
Your eyes screwed shut, feeling like you might combust, “Minute’s too long,” Ankles locked around him, pulling yourself forward so his fat tip popped right inside with a wanton moan from the both of you. 
He let your walls clamp down on him a couple of times, adjusting to him while he peppered kisses over your jaw and started pressing forward when your ankles pushed into his back again. He’d stop when your breath would hitch, giving you a moment before continuing, eventually burying all his inches inside you. 
“Lemme know when I can move, alright?” He kissed your lips slow for your sake and his own, not wanting this to end too soon. 
When you gave him the go-ahead, he still wasn’t in any hurry. Retracting his hips barely any before rutting shallowly back into you, keeping you close to him. His forehead pressed to yours, breath mingling together in little huffed-out pants. He hit all the right places after a couple minutes of shifting his hips and listening to your quiet instruction and it had you seeing stars. 
Your fingers clung to the back of his cotton shirt, leaving a mark of your own on his skin except you weren’t thinking about him hiding it. Just hanging on while he chased his high, not wanting to topple over the edge again, not without him. 
“In–inside? Baby, can I?” 
“Yeah,” 
“Birth control?”
“Mmhm!” 
“Thank fuck–!” He groaned and picked up his pace and your back arched against the bar as he reached a new angle. 
He wrapped an arm behind you, keeping you elevated and hitting your clit with each thrust. Your eyes screwed shut, that cord fraying. “That’s it, cutie, give it t’me.” His grip tightened, the closer you got to the edge, pulling you onto him just as much as he was fucking in. 
“Know ya wanna.” He egged you on, “Can feel your needy little cunt squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight.” His voice was low in your ear again, “Cum on my cock, baby girl, just f’me.” 
That fraying cord snapped, unraveled and you came undone right before his eyes. “That’s my girl.” He chuckled at your wide eyes and unhinged jaw and fucked you right through your orgasm. 
But, your spasming tight walls made it impossible for him to last much longer, too far gone from the head you’d given him, and he was painting your walls white before he knew it. Hips stuttering before he imbedded himself deep one more time and remained there while your cunt milked him.
He pulled you off the bar and easily into his arms while he took a seat on one of the stools, settling you nicely in his lap with his cock still stuffed inside so you both could rest easily. He brushed back some of your hair that was clinging to your forehead and kissed both your cheeks. “Feelin’ alright, cutie? Anything you need?” 
You shook your head, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, “Just you.” 
His chest rumbled with a breathy laugh. “You’ve got me, babe, promise.” 
“Think I could stay the night?” 
He leaned his head back to look at you. “Of course, you can! My girl’s welcome over whenever she wants!” 
Your heart fluttered in your chest. “Your girl?” 
Kiri shrugged his arms around you. “I wanted to like, officially ask you to be my girlfriend when I took you out on a proper first date, but,” 
“School…” 
“And work.” He added with a groan, “We can still wait until we can do that if you’d like.” 
“No!” You both started to laugh at your hurried answer. “I–I just mean, I don’t really see the point in holding off. I like you, Eiji, a whole lot,” And you could see your affection returned in his own loving gaze, “And I’d love to be your girlfriend.” 
He kissed you soundly, his thumb caressing your jaw before both his hands settled behind your knees and he stood. “C’mon.” He grabs your folded clothes and his pants from off the floor while you hang onto him. “‘M feelin’ like a late-night snack.” 
“Me?” You tease with a giggle as he heads for the door upstairs, looking at you with narrowed eyes. 
“First of all,” You open the door for him, “You are a gods damn meal, not just a snack.” And then he’s digging out the apartment key from his pants pocket. “More specifically,” He finally gets his door open and brings you inside. “Dessert. The best part of any damn meal. My favorite.” 
You rolled your eyes while he playfully munched on your neck. “Alright! Alright!” And wiggled out of his arms laughing, “Let’s get you some food before you actually eat me!” 
Snacks littered his coffee table, half of them forgotten as you got lost in each other again and again with his television playing some midnight special that neither of you gave a damn about. Far too concerned with each other than anything else in the entire world. 
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Kiri awoke on his sofa with the tv still on and you laying atop his bare chest. There was another knock at his door, the cause of him suddenly arising. He eased you off him and covered you up better with the blanket since you were only in his t-shirt before hurrying over to the door. 
“Morning, Coach,” He tried to block the doorway but knew Taishiro could easily see overtop his head, “I’m real sorry about those kegs, I’ll get ‘em put away real soon–” 
“‘S fine, Ei, take your time.” From behind his back, he pulled Kiri’s hat that you’d knocked off his head last night. “Found this on the floor and got a little worried. Almost never see ya without the thing and then the kegs… I just wanted to make sure you’re alright.” 
“Oh!” He’d completely forgotten to grab it with the rest of your clothes. “Yeah, yeah, we’re– I mean, I’m totally fine.” 
“We?” His former coach smiled and his eyes flicked to your sleeping form quickly and then he noticed all the little marks you’d left across Kiri’s skin, “Ah, well, ‘s about time.” He took a step back to head down to the bar, “Take the night off. Take her on that date finally.” 
“Yes, sir!” Kiri grinned, and his brain instantly started sifting through a million different places he wanted to take you, trying to settle on the best ones to make a truly perfect first date. 
“Everything okay?” He turned when he heard your sleep-laced voice, saw your pretty eyes blinking open, looking right at him and all his plans were put on pause to commit this moment to memory instead. 
Planning a perfect first date could wait because this morning with you it was already, “Perfect.” 
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boundinparchment · 1 year
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Tanzanite Refractions
Dottore was protective of his machinery and his car was no exception. No one was allowed to touch this car, let alone help wash it. No one, that was, except for you. Dottore x GN Reader. For @surveyycorps 's Dottore Modern AU. Also on AO3 here.
Are you free today?  I could use your assistance with a personal matter.
You tried to ignore the little leap your heart gave when you checked your notifications that late spring morning and saw Dottore’s text.  It was likely nothing too serious.  A personal matter could be any number of things, you told yourself.  
He sent you an address upon a short exchange and within a few hours, you found yourself on the curb, looking up at a limestone house with a driveway off to the side, all of it framed by far too much foliage.  You got the sense, however, that he preferred it that way.  Initially, you considered approaching the front door; it wasn’t until you heard some noise coming from the driveway that you decided instead to walk up the asphalt.
The foliage continued here, too, sheltering the property.  Even here, in the middle of what was essentially suburbia, he still kept some qualities of his home in Sumeru (loath though he might be to admit it).  The garage, while not limestone, was clearly a carriage house at some point, judging from the doors.  Outside of it sat what you knew to be Dottore’s pride and joy, more than any other Ruin machine or other invention he’d set eyes on.  He wasn’t what you would classify to be a ‘car person’ in the traditional sense but there were few people he let be around the car, let alone in it.   The grill’s vertical teeth were aggressive but sleek, and at a quick glance, reminded you of the Blåhaj plushie you got him as an inside joke.  A BMW M8 competition coupe in tanzanite blue, a metallic blue that dazzled in sunlight.
You’d sat in the car twice; once when he picked you up for a date and once when he dropped you off.  The light interior was plush leather, some of the softest you’d ever encountered.  
A hose trailed from the spigot nearby, water quietly filling a bucket that, upon inspection, was already sudsing with soap.  You could just catch a sponge floating inside, soaking up liquid in preparation.
“Oh, there you are.  Impeccable timing, everything is almost ready.”
Dottore stood in the threshold of the garage, drying his hands on a towel.  Even today, on a warm spring morning, he was dressed in slacks and a button-down, his sleeves rolled up neatly to his elbows.  Did he even own anything else?
His crimson eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses.
You’d come prepared in clothes you could at least risk getting dirty.  A white shirt and modest shorts.  Simple.  Easy.  Especially considering he hadn’t explained what, precisely, you would be helping with.
But now, the task was obvious.
“You mean to tell me you actually wanted to spend time outside?” you teased.
“The weather is advantageous and I’m waiting on samples to proliferate as a pure culture.”
In other words, you told yourself, he had time.  A rarity as of late.
“As much as I enjoy doing this myself, it goes faster with two people and there are few I trust more with this masterpiece.  Besides, I thought perhaps you might stay for lunch.”
You felt heat rise to your cheeks at the notion that, of all the things he could be doing, he was spending that time with you.  That he wanted to spend his free time with you.
The slim cut of his shirt was distracting on its own, when he wasn’t in motion, and your eyes continued to wander as Dottore took the hose from the bucket and, with a quick adjustment, began to rinse the car.  His shirt matched the car almost one-for-one, minus the metallic sparkle, and as you trailed the sponge across the side panel and then the headlight, you couldn’t help but watch his muscles flex beneath the fabric.
A shock of cold jolted you and you stumbled back, your shirt now damp.  Across the hood of the car, the Harbinger was aiming the hose back at the vehicle, as though nothing had happened, a knowing smirk on his lips.
“You were going to scratch the paint.  Do be more careful.”
His smirk only seemed to widen as you felt a pout dance across your lips.  You could be distracted later, you supposed.  After all, he’d invited you here for your help and because he believed you would treat the vehicle with great care as he did, not to…ogle.
You leaned over the hood of the car, squeezing the sponge to free some of the soap before running the sponge in circles over the surface, suds bubbling.  The car would absolutely glisten when you were done, you were sure of it.
But it seemed a crime not to appreciate his physique, especially when…
Did he even know what the sun did to his hair?
Another cold jolt, longer this time, and you did almost fall from the shock of the temperature.
Once again, the hose was back where it should have been.  Dottore was, instead, focused on a detail of the car you couldn’t see, his head cast towards the foot board.
As you made your way around the car, it kept happening.  A spritz here.  A spray there.  By the time you were done sudsing the car, your clothes were soaked .  Part of it was your own doing, having had to lean over the car to reach some parts of the hood and the back window, but most of it was the fault of the man still holding the hose.  
Despite the sunglasses, you could tell by the angle of his head when he was looking at you.  As you finished running the sponge over and through the spokes of the rims, you caught his head turned in your direction a few seconds longer than usual.  He’d already rinsed the rest of the car; there wasn’t much left to do except the wheels you cleaned and to let the car dry.  He returned his attention to the car to finish up rinsing the wheels before sighing silently in satisfaction.
The hood glimmered and sparkled to the point at which it looked like it had been painted with wet diamonds.  Beneath the metallic shimmer, the blue seemed to glow from within.  
And once again, you found Dottore watching you, his gaze burning across your torso.
Two could play that game.
You rose and closed the distance between you.  Dottore loomed over you in height but his lingering gazes and the cold fabric against your skin was making you bold.
“I thought you invited me over to wash your car, not for a wet tee-shirt contest,” you teased.  
His smug smile was all you needed, your hands pulling the hose from his just enough to maneuver the nozzle and find the trigger.  You were caught in the crossfire but ultimately successful in your goal by the time Dottore wrenched the hose from you and held it out of your reach.
His blue hair stuck to his forehead, dripping down over his shoulders, and his shirt clung to him perfectly.  Now you certainly could see every flex of muscle, his pecs and biceps far more pronounced than before.  You hadn’t managed to get his entire shirt but the lower half was damp enough to just reveal the rest of his torso.
He pulled his sunglasses down to give your torso a pointed look, his crimson eyes meeting yours once. His smile grew until he flashed his teeth, a low laugh shaking his shoulders.  Dottore then lowered his face to your ear, hair dripping onto your shoulder as he did so.
“But I didn’t wear white,” he whispered, his breath hot on your neck.  “I suppose you win, then.”
“What do I win?”
You swore you imagined the briefest brush of his lips against your pulse point before he stepped back and pushed his sunglasses back up.  
“You’ll find out once we get inside.”
His smug smile betrayed his words, the promise of more dancing across his lips.  You returned it, shaking your head slightly.
Help with a personal matter, indeed.
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hugheshugs · 2 years
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daddy issues au
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summary: you've been craving your father's affection for years and after endless heartbreak, his best friend shows you how to be loved.
pairing: dadsbestfriend!thomas x brisson!reader
warnings: major age gap !! thomas is 40. absent father, lots of angst, anxiety, sadness, fear, hurt/comfort, regarding smut: innocence kink and daddy kink. other warnings will be specific to each fic.
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series —
for hockey
part one
when your brother and dad are out for practice, you're met with unexpected company in your house.
going grape
part two
you and thomas get close after you meet some of your dad's friends for the first time and he has to reintroduce himself to hide suspicion.
dinner time
part three
you find out something that upsets you and leads you to avoid dinner but thomas comes to find you anyway.
the unknown remedy
part four
thomas shuts himself off from everyone for a couple days, resulting in a surprise from you and his friends. you find out one of his secrets and he gets vulnerable, leading you to reassure him that everything'll be okay.
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imagines —
i'm not your dad
when you're in distress and call your dad to come get you, he sends his best friend instead.
force him to love you
after running out of the house because of a fight with your dad, thomas has to find you.
don't call me baby
brendan brings home a girl who makes you cry and he feels the need to defend you.
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blurbs —
more blurbs under #dbf!thomas thoughts
teasing him at the dinner table
suggested 18+ but not close to nsfw, use your discretion | thom and y/n teasing each other when bren has him over.
his sounds of pain
dbf!thom taking y/n with him when he gets a new tattoo and she gets turned on by his little grunts and winces.
school supplies
dbf!thom taking you shopping for something you need.
brendan catching you together
suggested 18 + | dbf!thomas about them kissing or doing the devils tango and her dad walking in.
being there for you
part two
on senior night when everyone’s parents are supposed to show up for photos and celebrations, y/n thinks she’s gonna be the only one without someone there until thom shows up.
your first tattoo
dbf!thom being there for your first tattoo.
fights and rainy days
first time sleeping in dbf!thom bed.
cooking class
thom teaching you how to cook since your dad is always so busy with your brother.
pain and promises
thom helping you through your period.
honey butter
you're studying for a big test and you're super stressed so thom offers to help you.
convincing him
thom talks your dad into letting you get a tattoo.
you love him more
you tell your dad he treats you unfairly.
invisible
you have a breakdown in front of thom because you feel alone.
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huggybug · 2 years
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For dilf day can you write something about Thomas dropping your daughter off at school and all the moms asking if he’s single
happy dilf day!
“I’ll be back to pick you up okay? Have a good day mon chou” Thomas bends down to kiss your daughter on the head before she runs off. You smile, watching from the car as he turns back towards you before suddenly being swarmed by a couple moms you think you’ve seen around a couple times.
“You’re Kaylee’s dad?” Thomas looks at the blonde lady who’s smiling widely at him.
“Uh yeah, Thomas” He extends a hand, not sure if he should even be introducing himself to this lady but it seems like she knows Kaylee so…
“So lovely to meet you! I’m Jackson’s mom, I’ve never seen you here, do you usually drop her off?”
“No.. I uh, I’m away for work a lot so it’s usually Kaylee’s nanny” You we’re busy at home with your younger daughter so when Thomas was away, your nanny was the one who took Kaylee to and from school.
The blonde lady, Jackson’s mom, nodded and the other three smiled at Thomas.
“I guess it must be hard, we couldn’t blame you for needing help” One of the other ladies said, a tinge of judgement in her voice. That was one thing Thomas hated about where you lived, everyone was insanely conceited.
“Uh… okay yeah” Thomas coughed awkwardly, “I should get going”
“If you ever need some help with Kayla, feel free to ask, I’d love to help you out” Jackson’s mom grins and was that a wink?
“Oh- thank you that’s very nice of you” Thomas smiled, maybe she wasn’t that weird.
“And maybe we could get a drink sometime” Okay- nope! Definitely weird! The internal alarms are going off in Thomas’ head as a hand comes in contact with his arm.
“Thom?” A wave of relief washes over him when he feels you walk up behind him.
“Hey” He says quietly as he lets out a breath. His arm snakes around your waist and you can feel the four ladies looking at you.
“Hi! I’m Y/n, Thomas’ wife” You grin at the girls.
“Oh-”
“Wife?”
“We really should be going” The ladies scurry away and Thomas turns to you with wide eyes.
“Thank you”
“Mhm c’mon baby, let’s go home”
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captainjacklyn · 2 years
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Update on great white shark!reader x azul AU
I decided to turn this into a full on series since I was so fucking satisfied with the story and characters. As I am working on part 3 it shown to have gained fame quiite easily and I hope you will all stay tuned for future updates.
(I'm planning on adding more details to part 2 as I am not entirely happy with it but not too much of a drastic change but just a few adjustments to the fic here and there)
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imtrashraccoon · 30 days
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I'm taking a break from worldbuilding and writing tense situations to write something different, I said to myself. (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)
I then proceeded to write like 3,000 words of a tense (?) rescue scene that was supposed to be only a small section of the chapter...
Greedy Sans, taking up the majority of his solo chapter with one scene... ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ
Now I just might have to write a whole other chapter I wasn't intending to so that there can be possible love triangle shenanigans...
Oh woe is me...
On a side note, the Siren AU fic is progressing nicely!
Sometimes I don't understand how it's so easy to write 4,000+ words of conversation and the characters reactions to it, while other times I can just manage to bang out a topic in 2,000.
I haven't even introduced like two characters yet. It's only going to get worse as I keep going. At least for you guys it'll probably be fun in the end! <⁠(⁠ ̄⁠︶⁠ ̄⁠)⁠↗
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For the mermay prompt, if you're interested, could we see #10 with Swap Sans?
I'm always interested in talking about mermaids! :D
You knew that you shouldn't keep him a secret from the people around you. You should tell others, so he could get help but you knew that people wouldn't want to help him.
You knew that people would want to use him to gain money or do tests on him... You didn't want that for your little friend.
With a slow breath, you walk into the cave lowering your head to not hit it as you walked in "Lantern?"
When you said that, the cave slowly lit up with a familiar light blue glow, making you smile. You look down at the water that had a glowing in the dark shape.
There was your friend... you crouch down, putting your hand against Lantern's cheek, who nuzzles into it letting out soft happy sounds "Hey..." he greets you, mumbling. His tail was flapping softly and he starts to swim around. The little lake inside of the cave was big enough for him!
"Hey, how are you feeling?" you ask, pulling out some food for him, tossing it into the water, and seeing as he swam over to eat it.
He turns his head up to look at you, taking a chunk out of the flesh of the fish, and chewing it. He didn't respond for a second "I'm okay"
"Just... Okay?" You ask, a tad nervous.
He nods, "Just okay... I'm a little... bored" He takes out another chunk, speaking around it "I've swam around this little lake a lot of times while you've been gone, I've counted the lines and seen the rocks over and over again" He sighs softly, "I want to go back out"
"I-" you stop, shutting your mouth in a tight line. If he leaves, he could be in danger... you sigh, petting the top of his head "I'll think about it" You lean down, kissing the top of his skull, making him hum happily, leaning into it.
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Some more summer shark au for your consideration cause it has consumed my soul
Morella often gave Lenore human food since - well that's all she had so... yeah 👍
The first time she gave her food Lenore was like :0000 and brought Duke and Pluto to the surface to meet her and try some human food
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the-iceni-bitch · 1 year
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You On Top and Me Underneath
Kinktober Day 7: Spanking
Pairing: kitten!Johnny Storm x shark!fem Reader (NLLYL)
Words: ~2k
Summary: You’ve had enough of his attitude.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual (dom/sub vibes, femdom, mommy kink, anal play, salad tossing), bratty Johnny, surprising softness, established relationship, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!
A/N: This went in a drastically different direction than I had planned but I kinda love it? I imagine this being while they were further into their relationship, like Johnny knows what she expects from him but sometimes that bratty attitude just wins out. I’m honestly a little in love with them.
I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!
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“Study.” Your voice was dangerously low when you walked through the front door, Johnny fighting between snapping to follow your orders immediately and really throwing a tantrum. But then you growled, and your tongue swept across your bottom lip in that way it did when you were furious, and he felt his stubborn, bratty attitude start to dissolve. “Now.”
He knew when he had fucked up, exactly which shot of vodka had shifted him from just pouty to straight up bitchy, the lack of attention from you making him want to stamp his feet and whine in your ear while his hands grabbed you everywhere. Which you absolutely did not appreciate, even though the look of pure shock on your face when he walked up behind you and pinched your ass in front of your partners had almost made it worth it.
Now you were back at your apartment though, and you were giving him that look like you were deciding the best way to tear him apart, and he was pretty sure all of his drunk ideas were about to get him into a world of hurt.
Johnny only dragged his feet a little when he started making his way to the study, pouting at you over his shoulder in an attempt to soften you up but quickly deflating when he saw the snarl on your face. He picked up the pace when you cleared your throat again, swallowing thickly when he finally stepped inside the study and tried to keep his spine up a little when you prowled past him.
“I didn’t…”
“I don’t remember giving you permission to speak, kitten.” You were soooooo pissed, he was in so much trouble, whimpering when you shook your head when he attempted to step closer to you so he could kiss that spot on your neck that made you sweeten up on him. “You stay right there.”
“But…”
All it took was a click of your tongue for him to snap his jaw shut, a low whine escaping from him when you moved to your bar and poured yourself a glass of Clase Azul. He knew that you would give him a piece of your mind once you had a few sips, even though his inclination was to plead his case and try to appease you so he could spend the rest of the night resting his head on your thigh and licking your pussy to make it up to you.
“What am I gonna do with you kitten?” You sat on the edge of your desk and gave him a firm look, the high slit of your gown sliding open so he could get a good view of the long line of your bare leg in those Jimmy Choos and god he wanted to let you wrap that leg around his neck. “Explain to me exactly what was unacceptable about your behavior tonight. Mommy wants to know you understand what you did wrong.”
“I… I embarrassed Mommy in front of her friends.” He didn’t think mentioning the actual pinch was a good idea, not when he saw the way your jaw clenched when he just brought up embarrassing you. “And I threw a fit when I thought I wasn’t getting enough attention. Made Mommy have to leave her party early because I drank a little too much.”
“That’s good, kitten.” The corner of your lips quirked slightly when you saw him melt a little bit, tapping your heel against the hardwood floor as you kept slowly sipping your tequila. “Didn’t Mommy promise you she would give you all the attention you could want if you were a good boy? All you had to do was stay by Mommy’s side and look pretty and make a little bit of small talk. Why couldn’t you do that, baby?”
“I just, I got bored.” Johnny shuffled his feet and shifted his gaze away from yours, wanting the floor to open up and swallow him whole as shame washed over him. “I hadn’t seen you all week and then when I finally did I had to share you with a bunch of other people and I didn’t like it.”
“Oh, kitten.” You finally finished your tequila and set the glass aside, taking a deep breath as you watched him struggle with himself. “C’mere, baby.”
He sank to his knees and mewled when you gave him permission to move, crawling towards you slowly and practically choking on his desire to apologize when you spread your legs and let him kneel between them, running your palm over his buzzed hair as your other hand reached down to start undoing his bow tie. You tsked softly when he leaned to rub his cheek against your wrist, gripping his jaw firmly as you brought his gaze to yours and started tracing the toe of your pump over the inside of his thigh.
“Mommy has to work twice as hard as all of her friends to be taken seriously by her clients, if you had pulled your little stunt in front of one of them instead of her partners, do you understand how bad that would have been?” You dragged your thumb over his bottom lip when he nodded for you, purring softly when you felt him roll his hips under your foot as he let out another needy sound. “You understand I have to punish you, kitten? It’s not gonna be an easy one, either, you were very bad.”
“I understand, Mommy.” He would let you do anything to him, he just wanted to make you happy, letting you undo the buttons of his shirt and slide off his tux jacket as he gazed up at you adoringly. “I’m sorry.”
“Good boy.” The way he sobbed and his eyes rolled back in his head when you praised him almost made you want to go sweet on him, but he needed to learn his lesson. You pulled him with you and removed his shirt when you stood up, hushing him when he tried to nuzzle into your hair as he whimpered while you undid his fly. “Bend over the desk, kitten.”
Johnny’s breath was heaving through his chest when he did as you ordered, his eyes fluttering closed when you yanked his trousers and boxers down and tapped his calf so he would step out of them. You were moving so slowly, your touch almost tender as you rose to your feet and trailed your fingertips up the backs of his thighs. It made the anticipation so much more intense, Johnny waiting for you to go grab the crop or the paddle you tended to save for when he was especially bratty and practically holding his breath.
“How many do you think you deserve, kitten?” You gave him a smile that he couldn’t see when he sighed at you softly stroking his cheek that wasn’t pressed to your desk, the manicured nails of your other fingers tapping against your desk as you waited for him to answer you.
“Twenty.” He gasped and arched his back when you slid one of your feet between his, spreading his legs for you so you could see how hard his pretty pink cock was, how it twitched when you pressed your hand to the small of his back while he tried not to vibrate off the desk.
“Twenty then.” You braced the hand you had on his back as the other ran over the curve of his ass, rubbing his smooth skin as he let out a low moan. “Count them out, and don’t you dare fucking come without my say so, or I’ll add ten.”
“Yes mommy… ah!” He yelped when your palm cracked against his ass without any warning, the stinging warmth spreading across his backside made even worse by the rings you had kept on that he completely forgot about until this moment. “One!”
He kept his teeth gritted for the first five, biting out his counts each time your palm landed against a new spot on his increasingly pink cheeks. It was always surprising just how much force you were able to put behind your slaps, some of them actually making his hips slam into the edge of your desk while he groaned and screwed his eyes closed.
“Mm-mm, kitten.” You tapped his cheek after the sixth spank when you saw the way his face was so tight and strained and pausing so you could check in on him. “Baby, you need to breathe, you know Mommy wants to hear all the pretty noises you make.”
“Yes, I’m so-sorry Mommy, shit!” He tossed his head back as he sobbed when your hand bounced off the crease of his ass right at the tops of his thighs, the sensation making his balls clench up tight against his body as he did his best to breathe deeply. “Seven.”
By the time you reached sixteen he was openly crying, drool running down his chin and pooling on your desk as he sniffled and screamed, all his emotions mixed up as you gently ran your hand over his back even as you smacked the shit out of him. His eyes still searched for you, though, his watery gaze finding yours as he sucked on his bottom lip when you gave him an almost soft look.
“You’re doing so good, kitten.” You cooed when he shrieked as your next slap landed on his taint, rubbing the skin after and making his dick throb against your desk as it leaked precum everywhere. “My good boy, I knew you could be.”
“Seventeen. Thank you, mommy.” Johnny couldn’t take it when you started giving him those tender touches in between your aggressive slaps, his legs almost giving out when you pressed your thumb against his asshole before you cracked your fingers right above his balls. “Ungh, eighteen.”
“So close baby.” You decided to let it go when you smacked his balls and he missed the count, his legs finally collapsing when you spread his cheeks and spat right on his pretty hole. “One more and then I’m going to lick this soft little boy pussy until you really make a mess all over my desk, which had better not take long, and I want to hear you thank me like a good baby boy.”
Your hand landed against his hole unbelievably hard and he shrieked, his back arching him off the desk violently when you sank to your knees behind him and thrust a finger inside him to press right against that sweet spot as your tongue fluttered all around his twitching skin.
“Mommy! Thank you… thank you, mommy… mommy… oh thank you…”
The poor thing was babbling as his balls emptied in what felt like an explosion, his body rolling as his cock spurted cum all over your desk and his torso while he sobbed and wriggled and squeezed your finger. You waited for his body to still before you rose to your feet, hushing him when he cried softly as you pulled him up to lean against your shoulder. His face immediately found the crook in your neck where he always settled when he wanted to feel safe, his lips pressing against your skin as he whimpered while your hands ran over his back.
“My sweet little kitten.” You hushed him when he kept trying to choke out more apologies, tilting his chin up so you could give him a reassuring smile before you pressed your lips to his gently. “C’mon, honey, let’s get you in bed, I’ll rub some lotion on your poor, sweet ass before I let you soothe by licking mommy’s pussy, okay?”
Johnny could only nod at you as you guided him out of the room on his wobbly legs, his lips never leaving your skin as he gazed at you and contemplated the fact that he was pretty sure he was in love with you and would do anything you wanted for the rest of his life.
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stardustintheabyss · 1 year
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MHA SingingSoulmate!au
Harmonies of the Heart series Part 1
Prohero!Kirishima x gn!reader
Your soulmate can hear you sing (and yes some of the boys & y/n are dumb & can't recognize talking voices from your singing voices)
Warnings ⚠️ curse words, they are a staple in my vocabulary idgaf
A/n: WOOOO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOML, MY FAVORITE REDHEAD, THE BRIGHTEST SUNSHINE, MY #1 COMFORT CHARACTER. EIJIROU KIRISHIMA!! damn these 11th hr birthday posts are popping out of me. Is this my best? Probably not but it isss what it issss. I have at least 3 more planned for this series (hopefully I can get them done before an hour until their bds are over 🥲) Also this is my first gn!reader so sorry if they're are any mistakes! 😅
Edited A/N: WHY THE FUCK DID I THINK HIS BD WAS ON THE 10TH AND WORKED MY ASS OFF TO GET IT OUT WHEN I HAD 6 MORE DAYS?! 😭😭😭
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It's been about 2 years since you found your gym buddies that turned into friends. You've heard them refer to themselves as the "Bakusquad", how you fell in with a group of pro heros as a workout buddy you'll never know. Not that you're complaining, you love their chaotic energy. Currently you were on the way to your gym to meet them. You were blasting your favorite playlist, Throne by  Bring Me the Horizon had just come on and you started to sing along.
Remember the moment you left me alone and
Broke every promise you ever made
I was an ocean, lost in the open
Nothin' could take the pain away
Suddenly a second voice could be heard in your head. The rough gravelly voice of your soulmate.
So you can throw me to the wolves
Tomorrow I will come back
Leader of the whole pack
Beat me black and blue
Every wound will shape me
Every scar will build my throne...
You smirked. It seemed your soulmate always sang along with you if he knew the song. Which to be fair is why you always played this playlist. He knew most of the songs. The duet came to an end as you pulled into the parking lot but one of your favorite songs came on next. So you did the logical thing and stayed in the car to sing your heart out.
Choke me like you hate me, but you love me
Lowkey wanna date me when you fuck me (uwu)
Touch me with the lights off and my chains on
Baby, I'm not the right one you should wait on...
After your solo you made your way into the gym to meet your friends. "Y/n! You're finally here! You missed it, Kiri nearly died!" Mina and Kami yelled.
"What?!" You shouted. "Is he ok?" Your panic had nothing to do with the teeny tiny crush you had on the red head. He WAS your friend after all.
"Yeah. Bro just choked on his protein drink out of nowhere is all." Sero filled in.
You calmed down and laughed scolding Mina & Kaminari. "Oh. Don't scare me like that jeez!"
Kirishima made his way to your line of sight, a heavy blush covering his cheeks. "Hey its not my fault my soulmate decided to sing something hot—" his rosy cheeks darkened," uh unexpected while I was taking a drink."
"Enough about your dumb love life. Are we going to work out or what." Bakugo grumble. That was all you guys needed to get your asses moving. For the next few hours you rotated on the equipment trying to one up eachother. Everyone had their own that they excelled in. Mina was queen of hip thrusts, Sero ruled anything that had to do with shoulders, Kami would put a wash board to shame with he abs he had, Bakugo was obviously #1 at arms (& everything else if you ask him) and Kiri you swore could damn near dead lift a car. And you apparently had "crush a watermelon thighs" or so Kami & Mina told you.
After the gruesome workout everyone piled into your car to go to your guys favorite post workout cafe. Yours was the only one that could fit all of you. Yes everybody could take their own ride but where's the fun in that. Bakugo always brought his motorcycle, Kirishima his truck, Mina's convertible and Sero and Kami rode skateboards. So you were the designated chauffeur.
Mina shouted, "SHOTGUN!" Seconds before Bakugo.
"YOU RODE SHOTGUN LAST TIME YOU ALIEN!" He yelled.
"Go cry about it." She stuck he tongue out at him as she slipped into the passenger seat. As you were pulling out onto the road Mina started to look for music on your phone. Usually whoever rides passenger uses their own phone but you had already plugged in yours while the group was bickering about who was sitting where. However Mina, your dear friend, liked to snoop through peoples playlists. "Ooh what's 'Favorites that we mostly duet ❤'  Y/n?" She said giving you knowing side eye look while scrolling.
Your face was warm and not just from the workout. "Um, songs I like to sing along to?" She wasn't buying it. "Ok fine. Its mostly songs my soulmate and I sing together." You pouted sheepishly.
"Hmm. Lotta punk/alternative rock & emo music in here. But also some hella good pop bangers. Kiri I see lots of the bands you listen to." Mina observed. She clicked on a song and you heard familiar vocals of Sam Tinnesz.
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
I've got that lightnin' inside me
Son of a God
I'm like a titan that's risin'
Oh, just you watch
I'm steppin' into fate
There is no time to waste
I've got that lightnin' inside me
This is how legends are made...
"Really? Cool, your soulmate has good taste then." You saw that gorgeous smile of his in your rearveiw mirror.
"Your taste in music is ass, Shitty Hair." Bakugo rolled his eyes.
"Hey don't rag on other peoples music tastes dude. We don't say nothin when we listen to your classic rock love ballads." Kami interjected.
Bakugo crossed his arms "Tch. Whatever."
As you made the final turn to your destination a new song played. One that always make you feel like a bad bitch. And Mina shared the sentiment. She screeched, "AH THIS IS MY JAM!"
"BRO ME TOO! IF WE WERENT IN THE CAR I'D DO THE DANCE!" Kami screamed.
"SAME BESTIE!" Mina squealed. Kami & Mina started to sing along.
...I said certified freak, seven days a week
Wet ass pussy, make that pullout game weak, woo! (Ah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you fucking with some wet ass pussy
Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass pussy
Give me everything you got for this wet ass pussy...
You giggled how into they were. Pretty soon Sero was singing also & they were trying to get you to sing as well. You shook your head. You didn't really sing in front of people but you couldn't say no. So you started when your favorite part came up.
...Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes
Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating
Put him on his knees, give him some' to believe in
Never lost a fight, but I'm looking for a beating
In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya
If he ate my ass, he's a bottom feeder
Big D stand for big demeanor
I could make ya bust before I ever meet ya
If it don't hang, then he can't bang
You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain
If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?"
When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name, ah...
Finishing the song as you pulled up to the coffee shop you heard Bakugo & Kirishima talking in hushed tones. Kiri's face was flushed & Bakugo had an amused smirk on his face. Everyone got out of the car & as you were about to step into the shop Kiri grabbed your wrist, stirring up the butterflies in your stomach. "Um, hey Y/n can we talk for a sec?" He looked nervous.
"Hey you guys coming or what?" Kami asked.
Bakugo pulled him away by the ear & into the Cafe to me up with Sero & Mina. "Come on Pikachu, give Rock Head  & Y/n a minute."
"Sure, is everything okay?" You asked turned to Kirishima.
"Yeah, it's just," he licked his lips, "maybe it's better if I just show you. Do you mind if we go back in the car? I'm kinda self conscious about it..." You lifted your brow. "It's nothing pervy! I swear!"
You laid a hand hand on his chest and patted, "I know. Your not like that. I was just teasing you." Unlocking and getting in the car you turned to fully face him. "Okay what is it Red." His ears tinged scarlet at the nickname. They always did, you found it adorable.
He fiddled with his fingers."Uh, I hate to keep asking favors but could you close your eyes please?"
"Oh shush." You told him closing your eyes. "It's not a problem."
He released a shakey breath and soon you heard a familiar song. You cocked your head to the side wondering where this was going. Suddenly your favorite sound found your way to your ears. A sound you have only heard in your head previously. A rough gravelly voice that made your knees weak & your heart soar.
...Double bubble disco queen
Headed to the guillotine
Skin as cool as Steve McQueen
Let me be your killer king
It hurts until it stops
Your eyes snapped open. Eijirou Kirishima was your soulmate. You'd been around him for two fucking years & somehow neither of you had realized. You grabbed his clasped hands. His knuckles were white from gripping g them so hard. He wasn't looking at you. He was still singing.
We will love until it's not
I'm a killing spree in white
Eyes like broken Christmas lights
You ducked down a little while tilting his face up with your other hand. Tears were beginning to stream down you cheeks. His eyes widend in panic and he began to try and wipe your tears away. But you had a duet to sing. You smiled warmly at him.
My touch is black and poisonous
And nothing like my punch drunk kiss
I know you need it
Do you feel it
Drink the water
Drink the wine
Eijirou couldn't believe it. His gym crush. His friend. You were really his soulmate. So he did the only thing he knew what to do. He sang with his love.
Oh we gotta turn up the crazy
Livin' like a washed up celebrity
Shooting fireworks like it's the fourth of July
Until we feel all right
Until we feel all right...
By the time the song came to an end your cheeks hurt from smiling. You whispered, "Hey soulmate."
"Hi, soulmate." He whispered back before leaning in slightly. You met him the rest of the way. Your kiss was the softess kiss you've ever had. It was like he was afraid to break you. The grip he had on your waist was gentle but firm. As if you might disappear from him. Breaking the kiss he held his forehead against yours. "So I guess we should probably go in before the squad gets suspicious."
Sighing happily you agreed. "I mean we should go in, I'm starving." After getting out of the car for a second time you grabbed his had, lacing your fingers through his. "But I don't really care if they are suspicious or not." Your friends were looking at the both of you through the window.
"You know what? I don't either." Eijirou said before leaning down to kiss you again. You smiled into the kiss after hearing the outrageous shouting coming from your friends. Eijirou pulled away but barely. "So if I treat you to coffee or whatever you want does this count as a date?" He gave you that dazzling smile.
You chuckled. "If you want it too." You pecked him on the cheek. He grinned back at you all goofy.. "It's a date then!" You couldn't wait for all the duets to be sung together while being able to look into those sparkling ruby eyes. Side by side you made your way in together, your hearts in harmony with eachother.
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