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On to Better Things | k. bakugo

Pro Hero!DILF!Katsuki Bakugo x [FEM] Reader

CONTENT WARNING(S): sexual content, angst, strangers to lovers.

sfw — toxic & abusive relationship, toxic baby daddy, mentions postpartum, mental health, arguing, mentions of legal proceedings, counseling, drama, cultural family expectations, love bombing, manipulation, a man being a hypocrite, reader low-key needs a new circle of people around them but that's neither here nor there, reader loves their daughter to pieces </3, reader's daughter is a hand full but we stan!, reader spaces out a lot, "our kids are best friends but we never met before and so happen to be single" trope.

nsfw — sexual content, pro hero!bakugo sorry not sorry lmao, bakugo got rizz, fingering, cunnilingus, groping, praise kink, reader has multiple orgasms (2, hinted 4), reader is a bit shy as it's been awhile and feels nervous, vocal queen reader, clothed sex, protected sex, comforting!bakugo, non-established relationship.

COUNT: 11.4k words (45 mins.)

READ MORE: masterlist + [students | bakugo]

A/N: whooph the warnings… imo, it's nothing too serious, but yk i gotta put the warnings up!! it's not graphic, but it does talk ab the stuff listed. i didnt know how else to craft a toxic ex-baby daddy type of situation, and it divulged into this 😭 also use yalls brains with the sfw & nsfw discernment for the warnings… ofc i do not take lightly about what's written, so dont twist it any other way and the heavier subjects being under sfw. i digress!! ive been wanting to write this request for a while and finally got around to it. unfortunately, i alr want to rewrite. :') despite that, i actually kinda really liked this one so i hope yall fw it too. 🫶🏽 thank you, anon!

"Mommy!" Your daughter, Niyuki, calls out to you as she runs into your arms.

She had recently turned 6 years old and still loves the end of the day on Fridays where she could run into your arms, and recount everything about what she had learned that week. Niyuki is pretty much a chatterbox and you weren't too sure where she got it from considering that even your… ex wasn't quite the talkative one either. As you grew to love this quality about her, you found it endearing. Phone calls with her were always a delight and that was how she had persuaded (begged) you to let her go to the park despite having other plans for the day.

You had promised on Monday that she would be able to go to the park in addition to ending her day Friday night off with having a sleepover with her best friend. Niyuki, being an excitable kid, wanted to go straight from school to the park so she wouldn't waste any more time than she already had.

"Hi, Niyuki!" You beam back, a loving smile on your face as you pepper her face in kisses, and hold her cheeks as she tries to shy away with her boundless amounts of giggles. "How was your da-"

"Great -- Mommy you promised we could go to the park today!" Niyuki lightly pushes away from you, a slight whine to her voice as she attempts to get away from your onslaught of affection.

"We can still go, I can't greet my little angel first before I do that?" You poke her cheek as you stand up straight and hold your hand out for her to hold. "Tell me about your day, pumpkin."

There was a skip in her step as she recounted her day to you. When Niyuki gets started, she never stops. She talked about the first moment her feet reached the school grounds, to before school had started, then she talked about her first few classes, after that what she did during lunch and how much fun she had at recess, the "drama" (very unserious but nevertheless cute) that happened before classes resumed and so on. Niyuki is also the animated type and could often run out of breath when she talks. She would use her hands and voice inflictions just to convey what she was speaking about. Sometimes, you even had to remind her to slow down and that time was going nowhere when talking with you.

It was moments like this when you could take in the rambunctiousness and appreciate your lovable daughter. You two only seemed to have special moments like these—well, at least you thought they were special—because of the separation between you and your toxic ex.

Before you two had split your relationship had been decent. Despite that though, you were incredibly in love with him, but the same wasn't reciprocated in a way that emotionally gave back. He'd make excuses as to why he wasn't open to you, his reasoning that he "loved differently" and that if you really loved him you would believe him. So you did. Over, and over, and over again. Hoping that the days where he showed up like in the beginning would become more frequent, but your willingness to stay was how he knew he could toy with you.

He had been your first when you had finally agreed to be an item when you were in your early twenties and it took a long time to finally separate from him when things got bad. In addition to dealing with the conflicting feelings of your then-boyfriend, your friends who only wanted the best for you, and your close family members, you also had to deal with yourself. Nights and days spent venting and breaking down about the man had become so common that your friends' concerns grew. You had so many negative thoughts at that time and you were naive to truly believe that there was a happy ending to overcome this predicament. That his way of loving could change for both of you. His manipulative questions would often linger in your head if you left him, and who were you to argue? When arguments would start to come up again almost weekly, it always ended up with you an emotional mess while he "proved" to you that he was the only one who could handle you.

When your ex noticed you started to pull away, he suddenly had an interest in starting a family. Late nights where you two would lay in bed after making up, he'd share his daydreams about you mothering his children, how beautiful and perfect you'd be to fit in his little world.

Family this, family that. Family values, family roles, family life. You two had been friends since you both were in high school, and it only made sense that you two were dating now and getting married soon. Hell, he even made you question what would your family think if you were "running around" instead of being faithful to him. Imagine the embarrassment to your family if you threw all of that away and weren't able to find someone else like him?

People talk, people notice. Many of the older women noted how great you two looked together, and he was well off with a great future that could support you both. Neither did it help that you changed your once passionate future for being a pro-hero to a different career that was deemed less reliable than your previous choice. It was in your best interest that you stayed with him to avoid the awful gossip in town.

When you haven't been in a situation like yours with an inconsiderate lover, it's hard to understand why you stayed as long as you did. Consequently from being his friend for so long and dating him for years meant he knew the sort of things to target your psyche. To reinforce the pressures you had of making your family look good, mixed with the hidden fears of the burden of following the footsteps of your successful siblings as well.

It was a lot to take in and it wasn't long before you gave in. You just wanted him to be who he was again. The stress only grew older with you and the more time that passed had a looming connotation that the older you got the more undesirable and unfit you are to find another relationship. Even past that, you gave so many years to him. You were a virgin when you two had met, and he had already been around. He knew how to kiss you right, he memorized your soft spots and remembered the best ways to make you come undone. He'd expertly sweet talk you after each session, and on days when you were feeling down he would be the first person to show up, usually bearing gifts of some sort coupled with affection. You couldn't understand what had changed. Why did he decide to start treating you like this? You were vulnerable and scared, and nothing like the familiar could ease the fabricated feeling of comfort.

You thought that having his child would finally fix things but you were so wrong. So very, very wrong. After your first semester in the pregnancy, you had heard talk about people seeing your supposed boyfriend—the father of the child you were soon to birth—with other women. Of course, you didn't believe it, and you refused to listen when your friends tried to tell you. In this stage, you were mostly shut in, as this was taught to be the best preparation for giving birth. You couldn't fathom the fact he would stoop so low. He had his low moments, but not like this. He would never.

He had disconnected you from everyone who had truly cared for you and even convinced your family that you were safe and protected with him. It wasn't until one evening when he had the gall to meet one of his mistresses outside of your house is when you realized it was all true, but it was all too late.

You were an emotional wreck for days. You had hit your lowest and it didn't help that your delivery date was getting closer every day that passed. You'd weep to yourself when you were sure he wasn't around and soon enough the house that you had (forced) yourself to love had once again become a prison. A night when you were tired of the pain is when you decided to reach out to your friends and family again. It was a shameless plea for help and you didn't care how desperate you looked and you wanted out. At first, your parents weren't supportive of the fact that you wanted to leave the man but you didn't care. You wanted to leave everything behind and not give this horrible chapter in your life a look back ever again. With enough talking and white lies, you were able to make a workaround to at least get back up on your feet after your delivery.

The delivery of your daughter, Niyuki, was thankfully a smooth one. Not at all enjoyable but very few complications came along the way when the time came. You had made a deal with your parents that you would stay with them so you could comfortably recover from the delivery whilst being able to safely be under their vision when your ex and his in-laws would come over. Your friends started to visit when you were healing more and had even convinced you to go out with them which you hadn't done for over a year. You were utterly scared as you had missed such a large chunk of socialization that even you didn't think you could do it. But once the night started, you didn't want to go back.

One night out became two, then three, four, five, and so on. The time you were home lessened and it didn't help that your friends were more than willing to let you take refuge at their homes. It wasn't like you were going crazy but the high that you got from drinking and even sometimes having flings became addicting and it felt satisfactory in the way you felt autonomy over your body once again.

You'd ignore the calls from your parents and family including your in-laws, especially any communication from your ex. You had ghosted the situation. The most emotionally taxing period of your life was now being forcefully ignored. You'd spend your time if not partying, then out clubbing. Even when you weren't out on benders, you'd stay up all night and indulge in the fact you were being taken care of by friends. And while you deeply appreciated their hospitality, it was also a double-edged sword. You had dropped out of college, you were no longer reliable and the flings and high feelings were no longer distracting you from the fact that you had some serious issues to deal with.

It got to a point where you'd lay in whoever's spare room and drown in thoughts about the situation you were in. A year before then, you had been stuck with your ex, and somehow a year and a half later you had no idea what that situation was like in that home.

Anxiety and suffocating emotions would swallow you often as the memories of your toxic and abusive ex would soon follow the baby girl you had given birth to. Niyuki. You'd remember her smile, the way she giggled, and how active she was. Although you had only spent about a few months or so with her, you'd remember her bright smile. You'd remember the way her eyes shone when she looked at new things or heard new words—how her face always lit up when she heard your voice, felt your presence, or saw your face. The emptiness without her would eat at you and it was time to forcefully welcome a new cycle of you falling into a depression once again.

At this point, you had lost your job, didn't have any urge to pick up any new hobbies or skills and you'd lay in bed all day. Going out until early mornings trying to ignore the fact that you weren't happy in your current state no longer worked anymore. It was a draining process to get back up but you were willing to give your life a go again. You started looking for jobs that hopefully had good pay and were willing to hire someone with this big of a time gap in their resume. While still couch hopping, you still had places to stay so fortunately you didn't need to worry about that.

When you eventually came around to wanting to be in Niyuki's life again, it was too late. Of course, when you had finally decided to start to better yourself and the suffocating feeling of postpartum had slowly dwindled over time, he was there to make sure that you couldn't take control back of your life. Your ex had found out why you had been gone for so long and eventually had things filed so that he would have sole custody. It seemed as though no matter what you did, he was always ten steps ahead of you. And this time you knew that your support from your family was even less than before.

He had swindled the courts and your families to the point that he painted you as a deadbeat and to the courts, it didn't seem as though there was any evidence to contradict that. Eventually, as you went through counseling and legal support were you able to at least gain visitation, an absence of early childhood not being any signs or indicators that you were unfit to see your own daughter.

It was humiliating settling back into your life and getting back up on your feet. Your parents demanded that you would stay with them as a reassurance that you were serious about getting your shit together and you didn't want to argue. Although with their calloused nature sometimes, they did take care of you well. You couldn't tell what they were thinking but they treated you as gently as they could. Even your family members would come and help out from time to time and it made your recovery better. As stated by the courts, as long as the grandparents (either your parents or in-laws) were there to supervise, a social worker, or the dreaded last option, your ex, was there you would be able to spend time with your daughter.

Months would pass and soon years would follow. When you had shown no signs of negligence or malice occurring in your visits, the judge allowed that you didn't need supervision. Your ex protested but it went unheard. Plus your willingness to get your life together showed your dedication so it was a blessing that you were able to get back to a somewhat decent and regular life despite what has happened. Of course the label that had been placed on you wasn't fully gone, but you were at least able to see your own daughter again.

Which is why you deeply cherish moments like this. After inspections at your apartment, the courts approved that your daughter has now been allowed to stay a few days at your place, and this weekend she was scheduled to stay with you. She would get dropped off by him on Thursdays after school, but you limited the talk to only what was important. Usually, on the first day you get her for the week, you do something with her that she's been wanting to do. As much as you wanted to do it right away, you did make sure her homework was done (she would do it at school just so she could spend more time with you though). Despite her determination, you would still check her work and teach her the things she got wrong much to her dismay. You'd make sure you're on time to drop her off to her evening classes and still wake up early to cook her breakfast every Friday morning. Then you'd drop her off and then pick her up at the end of the day seeing as she had no evening classes on weekends.

"We're here, we're here!" Niyuki cheered, the sweet but mischievous smile never leaving her face when around you.

"It's so pretty out! Wanna get some ice cream, Niyuki?"

"Yes, please!"

After you park your car you hop out and help her out of her seat, holding out your hand for her to take as she knows the routine already. Niyuki admires the familiar park although she has been to numerous times. The way she gazes at everything looks as though this is her first time seeing the place, and this kind of wonder behind her eyes isn't unique to this particular place. No matter how many times she has been somewhere or seen something, her eyes always shine with curiosity and wonder. You can't help but watch her with a faint smile, never wanting to forget what her face looks like ever again.

"Which ice cream do you want, Niyuki?" You ask once you two reach the truck, an assortment of colorful ice cream pictures is decorated on the side of the vehicle.

"Hmm…." Niyuki thoughtfully hums. She raises her free hand to comically tap on her chin as she thinks, the gesture urging a laugh from both you and the ice cream salesman. "Can I have the one with the," She leans closer and points to it, "SpongeBob with the bubblegum, please!"

You think to yourself as you settle for something that's to your tastes, relaying your order to him and searching for your wallet to pay for the cold, sweet treats.

You look over at the man and he nods before leaving to the back, "Coming right up."

In no time at all you two are grabbing ice cream and heading to the playscape. Today was a bit hotter than what you were both expecting so you made a challenge that whoever was able to eat their ice cream without being messy gets to go to bed late tonight. You knew you'd win but it was still amusing to challenge her as her bright spirit came along with a competitive one.

In the midst of you two finishing up your ice cream, a younger but familiar voice calls out to your daughter. You look around confused before spotting a younger girl running towards Niyuki and then engulfing her in a bear hug.

"Mizuki!" Your daughter squeals as they both tightly embrace, her popsicle long forgotten now.

"I didn't know you were coming to the park today!" Mizuki said as she pulled away, still holding onto her best friend. Their bond started from the mere fact that their names sounded similar.

"Yeah, my mommy brought me!" Niyuki pulls away to pull at your dress.

"My dad brought me as a surprise, so I guess it's okay we didn't know!"

The two of them were pretty endearing you couldn't lie. They had been to the same Pre-K together before attending elementary together.

So far you had only met her mother and she was pretty kind. You only knew so much about her though and to your knowledge, she is happily engaged at this point. You two would talk often when the two played, often sharing play dates when it was your turn to have Niyuki on the weekends. That's how Niyuki and Mizuki were able to twin, have sleepovers, etc. While having other friends at school, those two were joined at the hip.

That's why you were utterly confused to hear about her father.

You knew nothing about him except for the fact that he and Mizuki's mother mutually decided that things just weren't working out. It's not like she knew much about your ex either. It seemed as though the separation of parents helped bond the two kids, but you felt saddened at how completely different the two situations were. You sometimes worried if Niyuki was embarrassed by this knowing it wasn't always easy at school due to the teasing.

"Mizuki!" A deeper voice calls out to the young girl. With the young girl's name being called, she turns around and excitedly waves him over. You pause in your tracks as you take him in.

Ashy blonde hair that resembles an explosion sits at the top of his head smothered in appearance by his hat, while his eyes are also covered by a pair of what appeared to be designer sunglasses. He sported a relaxed fit, a gray tank top with a light mesh patterned throw-over that did nothing but tease the muscles underneath the cloth, the colors on it being black and white. The look is finished off with black baggy pants and some boots. You could tell he was attractive even without the cover-up. As you finish up the assessment of your daughter's friend's (hot) dad, it occurs to you the fact that he had sunglasses on doesn't hide the fact that you were totally just checking him out.

"Mizuki, I told you to stop running off like that." He grabs the young girl and gives her a playful nuggy.

"Sorry Daddy!" Mizuki giggles and slips away from him and runs to hide behind you instead, your daughter following. They both peek from behind you, and you have no other choice but to introduce yourself.

"Hi, you're Mizuki's dad, I'm guessing? I'm Y/N, Niyuki's mom." You smile warmly.

He nods at your assumption, his expression still the same as before. "Katsuki, it's great to finally meet the mother of this other troublemaker's friend." He playfully steps in Mizuki's direction and she immediately runs to your other side, giggling.

Something about him was eerily familiar. You couldn't place your finger on it, but you simply chalked it up to the fact you have probably seen him in passing at a few of their birthday parties or so. But something about that didn't feel right… Either way, you ignore it. It wasn't a bad feeling but the fact you couldn't place your finger on it would later down the road bug you. You decide to ask instead.

"Have I seen you—"

"Daddy, can we go to Niyuki's house to watch movies now?" Mizuki cuts you off in the middle of your question, undoubtedly earning a glare from her father.

"Mizuki, what'd I tell you about interrupting people when they talk?" Bakugo lifts his sunglasses this time, his gaze revealing he was solely looking at her.

She pouts using you as a shield once again before tugging on your clothes. "Sorry oba-san…" Mizuki says with one of the deadliest puppy faces you've ever seen. There was no doubt she was one of the cutest 6-year-olds you have ever seen. How could you be annoyed with a look like that?

"It's okay, Mizuki. What were you asking?" You ask them and turn better, bending down a bit to be at both of the girl's levels.

"Can we please watch movies in Niyuki's playroom? Pleeaaseeee?" Mizuki asks and your daughter steps up to beg as well.

"Please, Mommy!! We'll be good too!" Niyuki reasons.

"I'm not sure, ladies…" You trail off as you consider that maybe Katsuki himself probably planned out for the afternoon and didn't want to forcefully make him commit to an impromptu earlier playdate.

"It's alright." Katsuki pipes up and you three look back at him. He lightly shrugs and answers as if he could read your mind, "We were going to play it by ear for the rest of the day anyways."

The two children couldn't quite comprehend the second bit of what he said, but they did understand that it was a yes from what he said in the beginning. They gleefully look at you and start tugging and hugging at you.

"Please, Mommmyyy!" Niyuki pleads, now joining in on giving you a hard to disapprove of puppy look as well.

You lightly laugh and nod your head, finally pulling them in for a proper hug and then giving them a tickle to fend off their offensive stance. "Okay, okay! We can do the movie night! But I want you two to at least spend an hour or so here before agreeing to let you two be cooped up inside for the night."

"Okay!" They exclaim in unison. The moment they break free of your grasp is when they run to the playscape. You sigh as you stand up and give Katsuki a soft smile before properly sitting down on one of the benches. He's close second to following your lead, you both now watching as the two girls play with each other as well as other kids. It seemed most parents decided today was a great day to let their kids out. Mostly because it would tire them out for the night which was a plus.

"I wasn't expecting Niyuki's mother to be so beautiful," Katsuki randomly says, cutting the silence. You look at him with a surprised look on your face, a blush starting to rise on your complexion.

"I could say the same for Mizuki's father." You bashfully laugh and un-subconsciously move to adjust your clothes. Admittedly you were not as designer dressed as he was, nor were you in your best fit. One thing to notice other than his attractiveness is that he has impeccable style. Something that shocked you a little since men in their 20s (especially with kids) don't seem to care too much these days. It wouldn't shock you if he had some sort of unconventional job.

He turns to you when you respond, a teasing smirk now dawning on his face. You don't miss the look-over he gives you and you're sure that he wasn't trying to hide it either. "You know they'll be all tired before they reach halfway through the first movie…"

"That is true…" You play into his words as you look forward instead. You feel your heart start to race when he rests his arm on the back of the bench behind you. You could feel the warmth of his skin through the cloth and welcome it. The weather was too hot but his touch was something you were starting to get curious about. "I guess that'll just leave us two to relax then."

"I could help you with that, I'm a pro at saving people."

You hum at his words, "You're a chivalrous man, that's uncommon these days," a teasing smile to rival him now finds its way on your face. "What else are you good at, Katsuki?"

"I'm also really good with my hands." Katsuki humors you, his hand shifting near your shoulder where his arm lay. "Pretty strong too."

"Ah, so those muscles aren't just for show?" Feeling bold, you reach to rest your hand on his thigh, his muscles immediately flexing under your touch.

He leans in closer to whisper in your ear as he answers, his hand now resting lightly on your shoulder. "I gotta make sure I'm always in shape to save beautiful women like you."

A buzzing near your touch catches you off guard as you try to not completely fold at his words. A catchy ringtone soon follows the buzzing and it's now apparent that what you were feeling was his phone. He pulls away with a huff and pulls out his phone, excusing himself as he answers it.

You exhale a breath you didn't realize you were holding in as he leaves. You can't remember the last time you had talked to a male, much less flirted. Most of your days surrounded working and finishing up school as you wanted nothing but the best for your kid. You didn't go out often anymore, and if you did, you only stuck around with your friends. You couldn't complain but feeling so affected like this was starting to make you feel nervous, almost like when you had got back out into the dating world the first time. You tried not to think about those thoughts.

Now, you were back to watching the girls again and they seemed to be having a blast. The day's heat didn't phase them at all and they played to their heart's content. It seemed as though they were playing cops & robbers with the other kids, and honestly, you didn't care what they were doing as long as they were being safe. The good thing about the friendship between the two was that they always looked out for each other; never mind the fact that their circumstances brought them closer together.

Even with how hard you've been trying to do this mother thing, inescapable thoughts always plagued your mind. Mainly about the fact if your daughter truly wanted to stay with you. This whole arrangement of only getting to see your child three days a week has been going on for about a year and some change now. You know that it'd be too early for her to get "tired" of you, but you can't help the fear of her getting sick of you. One thing was for certain is that you definitely are not as well off as her father although you did make sure to pick up extra shifts when you wanted to get her something real nice.

However, your moment of contemplation comes to an end when two girls come barreling towards you, their approaching giggles making you snap out of your thoughts.

"Mommy!"

"Yes?" Your eyes refocus and you smile softly at the two girls, their wild energy showing how much they truly were out there on the playground having fun.

"Can we have some ice cream please!" Mizuki asks, tugging your arm.

"Please, please, please, PLEASEEE!" Niyuki begs.

You gape a bit overwhelmed at the two young energies, trying to reason with yourself as Niyuki had already gotten ice cream prior. You were sure her best friend did as you knew that both her parents loved to spoil her—even before you had an introduction to Katsuki. It was a hot day and you didn't seem to mind, you were getting pretty hot as well…

"... Okay, but that's the last before we head home! When you finish, that's enough park time."

Your answer is to their standards as they both shower you with affection to thank you for caving into their cuteness. You roll your eyes but the smile doesn’t disappear as you keep an eye on them as they wander to the truck.

"Sorry 'bout that," The new but familiar voice calls out as he walks up to you. "Important business and shit."

Your brows raise at the casual curse and laugh a little, folding your arms as you look up at him. "No problem, but I did tell them that we will be leaving as soon as they finish their ice cream." You inform, nodding your head towards their direction as you keep an eye out for them.

"Great timing, I was about to talk to you about that."

— ✮ ★ ☆ —

The two girls were happier than ever riding together back to your apartment. They sang along to their favorite songs, played I Spy, and talked about all sorts of things you expect from children. It's easier to tune them out when you're around them long enough.

Their excitement continued when you got to your home. As soon as you reached your unit the two beelined to the kitchen after dropping their shoes and bags at the door. And yes, you guessed it, they had matching pairs too. Niyuki knew to go to the kitchen first thing though as she knew you would make something in the meantime before the movie started.

"You two know the rules! Stay near the island to avoid getting bit by sharks!" You called out to them as you fixed up the entryway. You listen out to hear them, still hearing them squeal and toy around in there. You slip off your shoes, adding them to the rest of the shoes before lazily pulling on your house slippers. "The sharks are coming in five… four… three…!" Your warning does the trick as by the time you reach the kitchen they're both sitting in their respective seats and both looking mischievous and peeking at you behind their hands. You make a show of surveying the room as if you can't see where they are and the girls are now "safe" for following your directions. "It seems as though the sharks are clear!"

They celebrate the win, now eager to watch you work your magic.

You three had a fun time as you tried your best to make sure they were safe (the entire time you were internally panicking to make sure everything was okay). Niyuki liked watching you cook and you were more than happy to help her learn as well as do some hands-on stuff. It was only natural that her best friend would follow suit in her curiosity. Niyuki's sole enjoyment of watching you cook is what encourages you to do it more often and get better at it too.

Now there was an assortment of snacks aside from their main meal. It was true that you spoiled her a wee bit when she was with you, but you couldn't help it. Niyuki was your everything and when times were needed you were able to say no.

Once you set up their bowls with their food, the doorbell rings. You figured it was the man who would make another appearance for the night.

"Alright girls, bring your food to the room." You command and watch them leave before making it out into the hallway, finally answering the door when they are both in the designated room. "Katsuki!" You smile and open the door wider.

The blonde-haired male grins at you and holds up the childishly bright bags for Mizuki. "Sorry for taking so long. This should be everything." You nod and reach for it, his actions making you pause as he pulls it a bit towards him as if to hold it from you. "Is it alright if I see Mizuki before I leave?"

You feel your skin flush in embarrassment, hastily stepping to the side and opening the door more to let him in. "I-I am so sorry! Of course, you can," You close the door and lock it behind him when he finally steps in and gets his shoes off. He doesn't need much introduction when two heads pop out from the doorway of the playroom, one squealing in excitement as she runs up to her father to hug him.

"Daddy you're here!" Mizuki exclaims and pulls him in the direction of the room. "Come look at Niyuki's playroom!"

"I'm not sure--"

"No, no it's okay! Let me clean up the kitchen in the meantime." You smile as the three make their way to the room.

Sticking to your word, you waste no time cleaning up. You have a slight hum as you move around the kitchen, appreciating how well today has gone so far. You even met your daughter's best friend, hot dad… who would've thunk? You bite your lip to suppress a giggle that threatens to escape you, a giddy smile still on your face. Gosh, when was the last time you ever found someone attractive? It felt like forever since you've been focusing on parenting, school, and not to mention having a job.

You think about how well the man dressed and how good he smelled. You had to hand it to him, he was really put together and you could see why Mizuki's mother let him in the first place. He didn't seem too bad personality-wise either. Katsuki was the right amount of cheeky and arrogant that was the complete opposite of your ex. It didn't help that his well-defined muscles and physique showed with his great fashion taste. Luckily for you though, Katsuki felt the same way about you.

When he had first seen you, there was no mistaking in the way he immediately found you attractive. Dressed in your form-fitting sundress surely accentuates everything about your womanly body. The way the cloth hung to your mounds and all the beautiful parts of your limbs. But unlike you, he was able to hide how much he was checking you out. Except while indoors he no longer needed sunglasses and he was sure you were feeling the same way about him.

Katsuki's eyes are trained on your butt as you flawlessly move around, the color of your dress perfectly folding around the two globes of your ass as you move. He leans against the doorway once he finally looks up at the back of your head, crossing his arms. "Hey," Katsuki's voice calls out to you. You whip your head around to look at him, eyes enraptured with how attractive the young man is. "Sorry for the weird behavior earlier at the park…"

"It's okay! Really. Stuff comes up sometimes, glad that you were able to get it settled." You turn off the sink and dry your hands, turning to face him as you place the towel on the island in front of you. You don't miss the way his eyes drag down to check out your body.

"The girls will probably knock before they even finish halfway through the movie," Katsuki predicts, his eyes predatory when he looks up at you. "could make it up to you while they're busy."

You shy as you two make proper eye contact. "How could you possibly make it up to me?" You bat your lashes at him, a faint blush heating your skin at the implications of his offer.

An attractive grin spreads across his lips as he pushes off your doorway. "I could show you but it's better if we do it somewhere private."

It takes everything in you to hide the chill that runs up your spine at how he easily toyed with ideas without being so vulgar with it. As if your body is moving on its own, you walk towards him and flash a smile that has equal parts of mischief and seduction.

"I'm interested."

As soon as that door closes behind you two, there is no denying the tension that fills the room. His lips are soft and hot against yours and the feeling has your body tingling. His heavy and calloused hands are tight on your hips as he pulls you closer to his chest, your hands placing themselves on his biceps to try and steady yourself against him. Katsuki hums in satisfaction, tasting your sweet lip gloss on his mouth, teeth moving to nip at your bottom lip to ask for more. You willingly comply and open your mouth although timid about the experience.

You were feeling fresh in the kitchen but now that you two were getting down to it, you were starting to feel shy again. Up until now, it had practically been years since you dated a man, much less kissed or hooked up with one. There was no denying that you were attracted to this man but your mind was starting to cloud with doubts that you wish would just go away. You try to ignore it erstwhile you feel his strong hands slip down to grab your rump through the beloved sundress you wore today.

You softly groan in the kiss as he pulls away, eyes with innocent determination to see this through. His eyes are hot on you and it takes everything in you not to look away. He walks you to your bed, instantly getting on top of you once he has you adjusted to his liking. In a hurry, you move to untie one of the straps on your shoulder, his heavy hand stopping you as he leans into your ear to convey his true thoughts

"'Gonna fuck you in this dress, princess," Katsuki smirks down at you when he pulls away and stands up properly. He tugs you towards the edge of the bed so that your legs hang off the edge, his hands on your hips. He leans down to give your lips a chaste kiss before spreading your legs and kneeling between them. Katsuki's hands softly grip your ankles, the tips of his fingers disappearing at the hem of your dress. His hands slowly drag the fabric up, his hot lips that were once on yours now kissing their way up on your left leg as took his time exposing his skin. "Keep looking at me, baby." Katsuki directs when you lose eye contact with him as he finally meets your inner thigh, his teeth giving the plush skin a teasing bite. You softly whimper, the apparent wet spot on your panties deepening.

He groans at your scent and slightly pulls away to look at your cunt, his hands now placed on the back of your thighs and pressing it to your body. He takes his knuckle to rub up against your labia, adding more pressure once he reaches the top of your cunt to play with your clit. You wantonly moan as he continues to rub at your clit, the fabric of your panties creating a friction that was heavenly but frustrating you greatly. You needed to feel his fingers on you and this wasn't cutting it.

"Katsuki," You breathe out, hips bucking into his handling. He simply hums at you calling out his name, his rubbing slowing down as his gaze now has a teasing glint to it. "N-Need more, please, Katsuki," There's a whimper in your voice, only barely hinting at the desperation that this man can stir inside you.

"More've what?" Katsuki grins at how flushed your expression is, your face dreamy as ever.

"Fingers, need them." You manage to prop yourself up on your elbow as the other reaches down to tug at the panties on your hip. Katsuki snickers at your impatience, his thumb pulling aside your panties to expose your soaked cunt to him. He gives you one last kiss on your inner thigh before he wordlessly dives in.

Katsuki applies his tongue flat against your cunt and gives you a long stripe up until it reaches your clit, just like what he had done with his knuckle moments ago. A breathless moan escapes your lips as he starts to swirl his tongue against the erect bud, his textured and wet muscle taking pride in its work. He closes his mouth around your cunt, leaning more to taste more of the slick that your cunny produces. The vibrations of him moaning from the taste makes you shiver, this feeling of having your cunt licked like this felt so familiar but foreign at the same time. His eyes stay glued to you as he pleasures you, finding everything you do so damn attractive to look at.

Lapping a bit more he pulls away and spits on your cunt using his fingers to lube you up more. He wraps one of his arms around your thigh and holds it to his shoulder, holding you in place as he finally inserts two thick fingers into your cunt. Soon enough, his mouth is back into your count, the tip of his tongue playing with the sensitive bud at the top of your pussy.

The sounds grow increasingly more obscene as he shamelessly laps at your cunt and works his fingers into you. His digits curl to find your g-spot, softly teasing the spot and eliciting more volume from you. You quickly try to hold back how loud you are, walls clenching around his fingers at how good it feels. You bite your lip and suppress a loud groan from slipping out, hips attempting to pull back with no use. Katsuki keeps you locked in close to him and ups the ante by using the tips of your fingers to continue to stroke at the sensitive spot of your g-spot. His tongue now applies more pressure to your clit to bring you further.

"'Suki--" You call out, your hand coming down to grip and tug at his hair. Shivers rack through your body as a long and drawn-out orgasm hits you, his movements aiding to help you bring you down from it. He pulls his fingers out and presses his tongue flat against your cunt to clean up the mess between your legs. You move your hips back in protest and he loosens his grip to let you do so.

You watch with bated breath as he starts to unbuckle his pants, your eyes glued to what is soon to be revealed. Katsuki's movements to get his garment removed are so fluid that you almost miss it when he pulls the condom out from his back pocket. He tears open the soft foil with his teeth and applies the slippery protection onto his hard cock. You instinctively open your legs when he draws closer, a soft mewl leaving your lips when he aligns his tip to your opening.

"You good?" Katsuki softly asks, his other hand holding your thigh open, thumb rubbing your thigh as he awaits your answer. You nod your head and grind your hips against his tip, hand coming up to pull him closer to you as you answer.

"Give it to me, Katsuki."

The man grins at your plea and lays you on your side, choosing to slowly sink himself into you from your approval. The obscene moan you let out gets covered up by Katsuki's lips finding itself upon yours again, happily taking in your willful noises. At first, he takes long and drawn thrusts, trying to accommodate his size for your comfort. This position allows no remorse and you already knew what you were in for when he put you in it. When you two separate from the kiss, his lips are quick to find your neck, his hands now respectively on your ass and thigh to hold you in place. Amid a deeper thrust, he gives an equally rough bite, the force making you moan. You relax your leg more to allow him to hold you better, him taking your actions as the go-ahead to pick finally pick up the pace.

You feel as though you are on cloud nine with his wet kisses and teasing bites covering your neck, his thrusts and handling furthering your ecstasy. His skin smacks against yours as he starts to get rougher with his thrusts, hands gripping you tighter too. You grip at the sheets below you and tilt your head back, mouth agape as you so desperately try to keep up with him. He gives your ass a spank when he feels your pussy clench around him, an animalistic growl coming from him as he repeats this. He pulls away from your half-covered chest and glares at the top of your dress, now getting annoyed at the article of clothing.

Katsuki doesn't slow his hips for a second as he more than easily rips open the top of your dress and earns a discontent whine from you that gets forgotten when he presses a bit deeper into your cunt. His lips press themselves to your newly exposed skin, his tongue happily taking in one of your nipples to suckle and nibble on. There's no mistaking that he's having free reign in the marks on your skin but you're too wrapped on how everything feels to care. An expletive leaves your mouth in a string of whispers when he angles his hips to hit your g-spot, prompting you to reach down and rub your clit for more stimulation.

"Fuck," Katsuki cusses under his breath as he leans up to watch you take his cock, nails digging into your skin and enjoying the way your pussy envelopes his cock. Not to mention the hot visual of you playing with yourself furthering his contentment. He lifts your leg a bit under your knee and quickens his pace. He watches with hungry eyes as your tits bounce at the force, a pretty face to match and his marks all over your body's skin. He groans as his thrusts start to feel heavier, his orgasm impending. He nearly loses it when you grind back against him to chase your release.

There was an air of innocence that surrounded you but everything you did said otherwise. Katsuki simply couldn't get enough of you and he simply didn't want to. Fuck, he wasn't expecting his daughter's best friend mom to be super hot and sweet.

"C-Cunming…!" You mewl, brows scrunch in concentration as you finish off on his cock. His swift thrusts help in coaxing it out of you, slick dripping from your cunt and messy-ing up your inner thighs. He swoops down to give you an open kiss, tongue pressed against yours haughtily as he follows your climax with his own after a few more pumps.

After a few lazy and exchanged kisses he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting you two. You laugh a little as you wipe the remnants away. "That's the best I've had in a long time." You jokingly cut the silence, a chuckle from him following.

"Could say the same." He softly grunts, pulling out from you, and gently places your legs down. He effortlessly picks you up and rests you further on the bed where your legs can find refuge on the plush mattress. "You okay, need me to get anything?"

The first question confuses you. To your recollection, you had never been asked that before. Not after sex when the deed has already been done and the willing participant has already had their fill. A pang of displaced emotions starts to wrack up inside you, a nervous laugh coming from you when you realize that you spaced out trying to conceptualize what you had just been innocently asked.

"Y-Yeah, I'm good! Thanks for asking," You smile sweetly and the cute expression earns a pat on the cheek from him. Shamelessly, the gesture shot a jolt of arousal straight to your core.

"You got a bathroom around here?"

Following Katsuki's departure leaves you in silence. There was a feeling of dissonance that you couldn't really place your finger on and the fact it was all coming together was undoubtedly giving you the worst post-nut clarity ever. You didn't regret having sex Katsuki, that wasn't the case, but how not sleazy he was certainly opened up your eyes. The male decency that you have been robbed of for so long was finally starting to settle and you didn't like the feeling one bit. Tears start to burn in your eyes and you desperately try to wipe them away the longer you sit in your thoughts.

Fortunately for you though, the doorbell sounds repeatedly which slowly brings you back to the present. Your once feelings of despair and disgust are now turning into annoyance. You take your time slinking out of your bed, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and huff at how disheveled you looked. The dress that you've been dying to wear was now torn and stretched, the condition bringing a pout to your face.

You undress fully and grab one of your robes to cover yourself up with, the piece is a bit scandalous but covering you well. You quietly make your way down the hall to not wake up the two girls (if they were awake they definitely would've interrupted you and Katsuki) and finally make it to the door. You peer into the peephole and softly gasp at the person behind the door. The doorbell starts to buzz loudly again and you angrily fumble to unlock your door, it now also occurs to you that the noise could be disturbing the two young girls' sleep.

"Are you fucking crazy?!" You greet your ex with much-deserved hostility.

Shindo simply rolls his eyes at your annoyance and crosses his arms as if it were your fault for his impatience. "I called and texted you multiple times. I'm here to pick up Niyuki."

You openly scoff at his demand, standing taller at his attempt at showing his dominance. You mirror his actions and cross your arms too.

"She's staying with me for the weekend. Why are you here?"

Your ex mockingly scoffs at you questioning him, his eyes narrowing as he steps closer.

"I need to explain why I want my daughter to be with me? You know, the parent who never neglected her once in her entire life." Shindo looks you up and down, openly grimacing at how fucked out you look. "You can't even control yourself, you have no shame, do you?"

As much as you try to keep up the strong facade, there is no denying the tightening in your chest. You don't want to admit it but his words hurt you deeply. His toxic words were starting to feel all too familiar and your body was starting to shut down.

"The agreement was that she would stay the weekend with me. Niyuki's having a sleepover with her friend, there's no point of you coming here."

"Do you think I fucking care about a "sleepover" when her mother is busy being a tramp when she's distracted?" He shamelessly accuses and shifts his expression to one of fake pity and concern. "Do you think you deserve her, hm? I mean look at you, running around and can't even stay committed to us even when I've tried."

"Watch how you fuckin' talk to her, asshole."

A voice filled with just as much disdain comes from behind you, the sheer amount of aggression battling Shindo's. You immediately turn to look at him, mind moving faster than your body in your shocked state.

"I'm sorry, who the fuck are you exactly?" Shindo tilts his head and reaches out to push the door further to reveal who the man is. He freezes when a blonde and spiked hair catches his eyes first, his mockery of emotions from earlier now turning into real anger and a hint of fear. "Bakugo-?!"

Katsuki grabs the edge of the door and pulls it open wider to allow him more space to pass, making sure not to harm you as he gets between you and your toxic ex. "You wanna repeat that, dickhead?" He fists up his shirt and backs him away from the door. "Is that how a hero treats a woman, eh?"

Shindo curses under his breath, fighting against him. The mach attitudes between the two start to boil over as it's obvious that they have met prior. When it escalates to more than words, you start getting a bit fearful. A more aggressive push from Katsuki prompts you to call out for them to stop. One thing about your ex is that he hated being out matched and there was no denying that Katsuki seemed like the type of guy to beat that out of him. It wasn't until their exchange seemed to elevate in volume and another light next door turned on. You plead for them to stop again, your hand lightly tugging at Katsuki's arm although knowing your touch wouldn't be able to do shit against a muscled man like him. Eventually they do stop on Katsuki's accord, both breathing heavily as they stare down at each other. Your ex aggressively scoffs and shoves Katsuki away from him as he looks between you two, gathering himself.

"Have fun with the little gold digger, Dynamight," Shindo says lowly and bumps shoulders with Katsuki as he leaves.

A heavy silence is left in his wake between you and Katsuki. You tiredly rub your face and breathe out a sigh, the exhale soon turning into a dry sob. Katsuki fidgets awkwardly before reaching out to you and pulling you close, letting you rest your forehead on his chest.

"Fuck, he stresses me out," You mumble against his tank, wiping away your tears. "I'm sorry you had to witness that…"

"Hey, he's fuckin' douchebag, alright? Who gives a fuck what he thinks." Katsuki pills away a bit to cup your chin and forces you to look up at him, the gesture warming your cheeks. "Let's get you cleaned up and you can rant about whatever the fuck you want, it's getting cold." He holds the collar of your robe and gives it a playful tug. You softly nod your head then lead him inside.

— ✮ ★ ☆ —

It had only been two days since you had first met and slept with Katsuki and the smile on your face never seemed to disappear.

Thinking about the man easily brought butterflies to your chest, memories of you two keeping you on cloud nine. After you two had gone back inside Friday night, he had comforted you in many ways. It felt silly to say it—that the foreign feeling you were getting in your chest only had one name: a crush. Not full-blown but enough that every time you thought about your Friday night—past the awful interaction with your ex-boyfriend—was one of the best times you have ever enjoyed yourself with a man.

Katsuki did listen to you. He cleaned you up, cuddled you, kissed you throughout, and eventually you two even two more rounds. Never had you felt so comfortable, so… domestic. It was evident that your bright attitude was something your daughter noticed too.

"Mommy?" Niyuki calls out from the doorway, successfully gaining your attention.

You press the small bento box you were prepping Mizuki to take home closed, a smile on your face as you welcome your daughter to make her way to you. "What's up, munchkin?"

"I have to tell you something," She tugs at your pajama pants, a look far from playful or childish in her eyes. You feel your heart sink a bit at how serious she is, bending down to get face level with her.

"Niyuki? What's wrong?" You hold her arms and pull her closer to you, trying to keep contact with her as she avoids looking at you.

"I don't want to go to Pa's this week, I want to stay with you."

You're taken back from her confession, unsure of how to process it. "What do you mean, 'Yuki? Don't you want to see daddy-?"

"No, I want to stay with you," Niyuki regains her courage to look up at you, establishing how much she truly feels. "I heard you guys last night. I want to stay with you more. Daddy's house isn't nice, I don't like it there anymore."

"Niyuki, I…" You shamefully look away at the fact she bore witness to that awful exchange last night. You felt awful that she had seen it, much less found out how dysfunctional your relationship is. You pull her in for a hug and nuzzle her hair and she is more than willing to take in your embrace. "I am so sorry you had to see that, baby. Mommy will see what she can do about how you feel being at Daddy's house, okay?" You hold her cheeks in your palms and she nods her head in agreement.

She places a kiss on your cheek and swiftly leaves the kitchen as if the exchange didn't happen, leaving you by yourself in the kitchen. You stare off into the distance at the exchange, not sure what to think or do with yourself. It wasn't until you felt a wet sensation coating your cheeks that you realized you were crying.

Faintly down the hall, you could hear Niyuki nagging at her best friend and the two giggling and playing around as children do. You sit down on the floor and rest against one of the cupboards as your doubts start to ease themselves, everything in your life turning around so fast that it's hard to grasp.

You had thought for the longest time that Niyuki was simply putting up with you. It is no lie Shindo has more resources than you. The money, house, toys, etc. he has everything you don't. He didn't need to work the extra shifts to make sure she had presents for special occasions, he could easily buy the things she needed and wanted. You thought the only things that could make a child satisfied were the things they could see, touch, and have. You didn't think the small things counted, not when you're an adult where a random Friday could have easily been one of her favorite days in her childhood.

You don't bother wiping the tears from your face as you try to pull yourself together, snot and everything clouding your nasal passage. Oddly you felt numb, like the joy you were feeling was foreign. Nothing felt real but you knew you couldn't stay sitting on your kitchen floor silently crying as you desperately tried to register what the hell your body was going through at the moment. You weakly pull yourself up using the counter to grab a paper towel from the dispenser on the counter and obnoxiously blow your nose into it. You mumble a few cuss words under your breath as you attempt to freshen up as you try coming down from the emotional rollercoaster of this weekend. As much as you wanted time to process this, doing it in a home with a kid who could barge in at any minute was hard. Especially when there are two.

The doorbell rings and you glance at the time on the stove. It was a bit early for Mizuki's mother to pick her up, but you decided you'd just invite her in until the child was ready to leave.

You lazily walk over to the door and peer into the peephole to double-check, your face twisting into an expression of shock as you pull open the door and wordlessly confront the person on the other side.

"... Do you normally answer the door looking a mess?" Katsuki teases, giving you a look over and lingering at the places he seems to like.

You jokingly nudge him and roll your eyes, crossing your arms as you stand a bit taller, feeling your heartbeat pound against your chest. "Haha, very funny." You sniffle and wipe your cheek, the gesture not going unnoticed.

"Did something happen? Did that prick come over and harass you again?" Katsuki grows angrier at the idea, his expression souring.

"No, no, it wasn't that." You quickly ease his concerns and this time remind yourself to look around to make sure there aren't any extra ears before stepping out and closing the door behind you. "This morning, Niyuki told me she wants to stay with me, not just on the weekends." You look up at him finally, your lips immediately curling into a soft smile once you're able to say it out loud.

He grins and pulls you in for a hug, giving you a squeeze when you wrap your arms around his shoulder and squeal. He rocks you back and forth before pulling away while maintaining his hold on your waist. "This shit feels unreal, you know?" You lightly laugh as you look up at him, a radiant smile on your face.

"Her mother is amazing, of course she'd want to stay with you." Katsuki gives your hip a squeeze with his free hand, the action pulling your attention to the solid object digging into your side, the feeling making you look down at his hand.

"Oh," Katsuki steps back and holds up a slim, medium box that had a ribbon tied around it, holding it up for you. "Here."

"For me?"

"Who else, dumbass?"

You snort at his bluntness and shoot him a playful glare as you open the gift. It takes you a few seconds to realize what it is, a gasp following your surprise at the expensive dress, and start to close it back up. "Oh my god, I-I can't have this!"

"Why not? You'll look perfect in it." Katsuki pulls you closer with his hand that was still on your hip, his other landing on your abandoned one. "Pretty girls deserve pretty things."

You playfully push him away and look at the box again before looking up at him. "Seriously, for me?"

"Yes." Katsuki holds your chin up and softly rubs your bottom lip under the pad of his thumb. "And you better get used to it, I'll be buying you a lot of those."

"Why?" You laugh, leaning into him and tilting your head up to challenge him.

"'Cuz I'll be tearing a lot more stuff off of that pretty body of yours," He leans closer to brush his lips against yours with a smirk on his face, "Plus, I need an excuse to see you again."

He seals his promise with a kiss, hands coming up to hold your waist as he presses himself against you.

— ✮ ★ ☆ —

It had been a few months since you and Katsuki had officially started dating. Your mood significantly has changed for the better and made it a lot easier to adjust to having your daughter now finally staying with you instead of her father.

It was hard being able to advocate for yourself but the verdict was in favor since the child should be able to choose where to stay. It did help the fact that your new boyfriend, who you had learned and realized is a top pro-hero in the country, just so happened to bring the best kind of reputation to the courts.

As adults do, you did talk to Mizuki's mother before deciding to fully go through with dating the man. Ultimately it is true that she can't decide what you two do, but you owed it to her for being such a good friend to you and didn't want to step over any toes. She was more than happy to give her blessing and practically threw him over to you, more than happy to let things rest since she is soon to be married anyway.

There was nothing that could prepare you for this turn of events and every day it was easier to wake up feeling happy and blessed. Currently, you just got your culinary degree so that also means one less stress and burden off of your shoulders and another venture soon on the horizon: a head chef.

You just adjusted your graduation gown and looked around for your family, your face immediately lighting up seeing them not too far from where the graduates are exiting. It took almost everything in you not to run in excitement when you were finally able to make it towards them.

"Congratulations, honey!" Your parents are first to engulf you in a hug, the rest of the group close behind. You chuckle as two smaller bodies take your legs, none other than Niyuki and Mizuki claiming each side.

"Congratulations, Mommy!" Niyuki grins up at you.

"Thank you, Niyuki." You lean down to kiss her on the forehead and do the same for Mizuki.

"Do I get a kiss too?"

You look up at the inquisitor, a grin sprouting out on your face as you stand back up. "Of course."

He pulls you in and gives you a kiss, the action getting a mix of responses to the show of affection. Katsuki presents to you a beautifully arranged bouquet along with a promise that there were a lot more gifts back at his place.

Most days in the past you prayed for times like this, but now you were happy you didn't have to anymore.

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Hiya, I just read your Lucifer with a devotee ask and I was wondering if you could do the same with Leviathan or Diavolo from Obey Me?

Absolutely beloved! I am not sure how TF I didn’t see this?? (Writing really long Fics is actually so much work)

Leviathan:

- shook

- Literally at a loss

-Thinks you’re joking

- He will notice you, but def won’t notice that YOU are his Henry

- Probably will be like “you’re def not as good at them”

- And gushes about his Henry, and you’re just like 🤨📸

- All the brothers are surprised you follow him and look out for him so easily

- During the TSL arc the only time you’ve ever feared him was then

- after that you flat out don’t talk to him

- Avoid him

- He feels bad but not really bc “why would he feel bad about hurting a normie’s feelings��

- Your pact mark glows then too because I think if you were his devotee he would give you a pact easily after working with you for a while

- Levi was too upset to notice the searing pain in his chest when he attacked you

- Or how cold he felt right after

- Mammon nursing your sprained wrist, and you’re barely listening to him

- Well end up making you spill the beans, and he is FLOORED that you have a pact w Levi bc uh hello?? He’s your FIRST MAN??

- He will keep this a secret but the way more protective of you

- The house is low-key really awkward because of y'all too

- mammon giving Levi the stink eye

- Levi upset he’s feeling so many hurt feelings because he still don’t get y'all two are connected

- Gets REALLY depressed when his most beloved Henry isn’t picking up

- Like he can’t even feel your presence??

- Will barge into your room back in the human realm and move all the shit in your alter around wondering WTF is going on

- Maybe you’re at work or something, weird he didn’t know but okay

- Tries three more times, and you’re not there

- Worried something happened to you

- Gets super upset and Lucifer is like bro wtf is you sniffling for??

- dinner is wild bc when is the HOL not like a soap opera 😭

- Asmo is like the human you made a pact with??

- Asking Lucifer to check and see if your dead because he can only mildly feel your presence, but you’re not talking to him

- Mammon is uncharacteristically quiet

- He’s side eyeing the light blue mark glowing under the table (I HC that his would be in a place that’s always covered like right below your hipbone or like lower back and not more visible the other brothers marks)

- And then looking at you like “are you good?”

- Levi still babbling on about his Henry, and he’s upset they aren’t here

- Mammon is your protector, and he’s gonna stand on business about you EVERY time

- Also he can’t help not saying some slick shit 💀

- “Maybe if ya didn’t try to kill them your ‘precious’ Henry would want to talk to you

- Levi windows blue screen resetting Rn

- Satan messy bitch number 2 just hums and is like “I had my suspicions, but I wasn’t completely sure you were one of his followers”

- Asmo is gushing about how cute this is

- And ofc Levi is too awkward and anxious to even look you in the eye

- Dinner is still awkward but goes by smoother than before

- You go to your room to mind your business as you do, and you hear this timid ass knock on the door

- Like nobody in this house knocks that MF soft Levi IK it’s you

- Shuffles into your room w his head down and starts fumbling over his worlds

-“ you could have told me it was you…”

- “Didn’t think I had to. I never thought you would hurt me….”

- Shaking in his boots as he rambles out an apology and starts spiraling honestly

- You can barely hear him talking low as hell

- “Gah! And then I was bragging to you about YOU… How embarrassing!”

- You let him know you forgive him by teasing him

- “…….so….your so-called Henry was your most favorite?”

- He’s literally fighting for his life MC, please spare him

- Will act like hot shit lmao

- Monopolizing all your time too, like the other 6 bothers are exhausted

- Can’t even work towards getting belphie out of the attic because he’s always taking up your time

- “Sorry I’m borrowing them because we’re going top secret ritual stuff”

- “You are literally just going to play the new Ruri-Chan game”

- “OKAY AND???”

- Asmo sitting back and watching the chaos bc he knows y'all getting down and nasty on the regular

- “Someone go tell them to relax I can hear thumping because they’ve been gaming all morning”

- And he’s blowing your back out and realigning your chakras

- Like you can only cover up the scratch marks and hickeys with his clothes for so long

#my writing #x black reader #obey me #obey me x black reader #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obmswd #om leviathan #slight n*fw #devotee Au #I guess #these are really fun #I’m not gone I promise I’ve been revising this damn Lucifer short fic for eons #and writing this REALLY LONG isagi fic😭#obey me shall we date leviathan #leviathan obey me

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cinemastyles-backup · 7 months

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BMWB

Summary: an anon request - “can you do a one shot where y/n is in the band and for some reason Harry and her don't get along and they end up fucking?? Like not enemies to lovers but more or like enemies to fw because they're so good at it ??? Pleaseeeee”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, lots of arguing, oral (both), fingering, biting, hair pulling, filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

MAJOR ASSHOLE FRAT BOY HARRY

"One, two, three, four." Harry screams into the mic and bobs his head to the music. I strum my base, close my eyes and tilting my head as I feel the music.

My eyes suddenly snap open when Harry starts to yell, "Stop. Stop. Fuckin' stop." I lay my fingers over the edge of my bass and sigh, "What now, Styles?"

I know he's talking about me, he's always talking about me.

He scoffs and shakes his head, "Are you even here with us right now? Because the he only thing you should be focusing on is getting the beat of the fucking song right. Jesus christ."

I roll and shut my eyes and take a deep breathe, "Harry. Chill out man. She was doing fine." Niall says setting down his guitar, "Maybe you need to ta-"

Harry cuts him off, "Maybe you just need to shut the fuck up."

"If you don't want me to pla-"

Zayn cuts me off, "No, y/n. You're the best bass player we've had, Harry's just having a bad day."

Harry shifts his weight to his left leg and puts his hands on his hips, "You know wh- fine. Take a fucking break, all of you."

He walks off the stage and throws his water bottle.

"What the fuck is his issue lately?" Louis says walking up, "Don't take it personal, y/n. Harry can be.." he trails off his words.

I sigh, "Egomaniacal? Asshole-ish? Cocky? I can stand here all day."

They laugh and I look over my shoulder, "I'll try and talk to him. If the screaming at each other stops call the coroner because I've strangled him with his mic cord."

I set my bass down gently and walk in the direction Harry went.

I look left and right and walk down the hall. I stop as I see Harry leaning against the wall. He turns his head towards me and looks away with an eye roll, "What do you want?"

"I want to know why you're all of a sudden coming at me?" I cross my arms, "We were fine and now yo-"

"Just go practice because you obviously need it." He pushes off the wall and walks towards me. I grab his arm as he goes past me, "No. I don't obviously need that, Harry. What I need, is for you to tell me what the fuck your issue is."

He laughs and tilts his head back, "Like I'd ever talk to you about what's bothering me. Go the fuck back to the stage. We have a show to get perfect."

He pulls his arm away and scoffs, "Don't ever fucking touch me again."

"Don't ever fucking yell at me again." I shoot back.

He stop waking and turns around, "Oh? So now you're the boss? Telling me what I can and can't do?" He walks up to me, "Let me tell you one thing, sweetheart." He leans in, his face an inch away from mine, "I'm the boss. You do what I say when I say it, hmm?"

I roll my eyes at him, "Mm. We'll see."

I step around him and walk back to stage. Before I enter back, I look over at him and smile, "You coming? We have a show to make perfect." I smirk and push the door open.

"Is he dead?" Louis asks with a slight laugh.

I shake my head, "Not yet." I pick my bass up and gently strum the strings. Harry walks in and everyone goes quiet.

"Let's get this fucking right." He says just loud enough for us to hear. He walks up and takes the mic off the stand and looks around at us, making sure we're ready.

"One, two, three, four."

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"You guys are on in five." Liam, the crew manager says. I nod and finish applying my lipstick, "Okay."

"Don't fuck this up." Harry says leaning against the door frame to my dressing room. I look at him in the mirror, "Is that you threatening me or demanding me?"

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, "Sometimes I just wanna-" he clenches his jaw and tilts his head, "Nope. Not happening."

"What?" I turn around and lean against the table, "You wanna what, Styles?"

He stares at me, and in that moment, if looks could kill. I'd be dead.

He walks up to me and brings a hand up, his thumb gently pulls down my lower lip, "Sometimes I just wanna gag you with my cock so you shut the fuck up for once."

He drops his hand, "Like I said, don't fuck this up."

He leaves the room before I have anything to say, which I don't. Harry just left me absolutely speechless.

"Hey, y/n. Let's go. We're up next." Louis knocks on the door, "You okay?"

I blink and turn around quickly, wiping away the smudge of lipstick Harry's thumb left, "Yeah. Coming."

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The whole show, I was on edge.

On edge because of what Harry said.

On edge because he looks so fucking hot in that tight Green Bay jersey.

On edge because he kept looking over at me any chance he got.

On edge because he was fucking with me.

We finish the song and the crowd goes wild. Screaming for Harry. Screaming for me. Screaming for all of us.

"Give it up for the amazing band behind me." Harry says while clapping, "Niall, Louis, Zayn.." there's a pause before he says my name and the boys glance towards me then look back at Harry, "And y/n who actually did very well tonight."

The crowd screams and I force a smile and wave.

I shook a glare back at Harry and he smirks behind his mic, "We're going to give you guys one last song and then we're off to Phoenix!"

Harry walks around stage as we start to play the final song of the night, "Let's go!"

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We exit the stage and I immediately walk up to Harry and shove his shoulder, "What the fuck was that?"

He cocks his jaw and smirks, "I know you didn't just shove me."

I go to shove him again and Zayn grabs my arms, "Settle down." I pull my arms and he gets louder, "Settle down, easy y/n."

"Why would you fucking say that?" I yell, "I actually did well tonight? What the fuck Harry!?"

He chuckles and shakes his head. He motions for Zayn to let me go and he puts his arm around my shoulder, "Let's take a walk and talk about this."

I push his arm off of me, "What so you ca-"

"Now, now." He cuts me off, "Just come on." We walk down the hall to the door with his name on it, "In."

I roll my eyes and push the door open. I walk in and turn around, ready to start losing my absolute shit on him but he holds his hand up, "I get under your skin."

"Yeah the fuck you do." I cross my arms, "And you do it on purpose."

He walks over and pours himself a drink, "Because you make it so easy."

"By what? Giving you a reaction?" I huff, "Do you want me to ignore you? Quit the band?"

"Why would you quit the band?" He asks bringing the glass to his lips. He lowers it and shakes his head, "You're the best bass player I've had, y/n. I don't want you to quit."

His words confuse me and I know my face shows it.

"He sits down and rests one arm straight out on the back of the couch and brings a leg up over his other, "Sit."

I find myself always listening to his stupid little commands so I shake my head, "No. I'll stand." He chuckles, "Hmm. Okay. Suit yourself, sweetheart."

I roll my eyes, "What do you want, Harry." I state, "Because if you're just going to sit there and-"

"You. I want you."

"Excuse me?" I laugh, "Did you just say you- you want me?"

He nods, "Yeah. I believe that's what I said."

"You're not serious."

"But I am." He finishes his drink and stands up, "You see, y/n. I really don't like you, for reasons I'm not open to telling you just yet." He sets his glass down and walks over to me.

I stay silent and watch him as he gets closer, "We have our issues that, well, the whole band can see, right?"

I shrug, "I-"

"Shut up." He says louder. His voice goes back to normal and he walks around me, his chest presses against my back and he moves my hair off my neck.

My breathing gets faster and I bite my lip.

"There so much stress while touring, right?" His fingers drag up my shoulder and neck.

I nod.

"I want you to be my little stress reliever." He leans down and licks up my neck, "No strings attached."

I shut my eyes tight. Fighting off every urge to turn around and give into him.

He's an asshole.

He makes your days a living hell.

He gets under your skin in the most annoying ways possible.

All the thoughts run spin around in my head and I let out the breathe I've been holding.

"What do you say? Huh. We help each other out and when you piss me off.. I get to fuck my anger out and fuck that annoying little attitude out of you."

I want to say no so bad. I want to turn around and slap some sense into him, but the idea of being Harry's fuck buddy is just so overpowering.

"You can speak now, sweetheart."

"Y-yes."

"Good answer. Now get on your knees." He places his hands on my shoulder and pushes me down. I land on my knees and bite my lip, looking up at him as he walks around to stand in front of me.

He starts to undo the belt on his jeans and he gives me a smirk.

"What?" I ask as I tuck hair behind my ear.

"Do I make your nervous?" He chuckles, "No need to be nervous."

I roll my eyes, "Please. If anyone should be nervous here, it's you."

"How's that?" He asks shoving his jeans down, "I'm not nervous one bit. Excited actually."

I raise my eye brows and laugh slightly, "Why because you're about to shut me up?"

"Exactly." He pushes his boxers down and pumps his cock in his hand a few times before pushing the head of it against my lips, "Open for me."

I part my lips and he pushes his cock in, letting out a groan.

I wrap my lips around his cock and swirl my tongue. I work my way down, getting him wet enough, teasing him slightly before I give him exactly what he wants.

I sink his cock into my throat and he moans.

I shut my eyes and control my breathing through my nose before I bob my head, gagging around his cock.

"Ah." He moans out, "It's nice to hear the sound of you choking on my cock rather than you speaking."

I ignore his words and continue to fuck my throat with him, working him up until he places a hand on my head, "A-alright. We can come back to this. I wanna see that ass of yours bent over."

I pull off and wipe my chin off with my wrist. He pulls me over towards the couch and slips his shirt off. My eyes flicked up and down his toned, tattooed torso and he grips the hem of my shirt pulling it up over my head.

"You know, y/n." His eyes move up and down my bra covered chest, "You are pretty fuckin' hot."

I smirk and unbutton my jeans, "So are you."

He smirks and watches as I take my jeans off, kicking my shoes out of the way. We both stand there naked and his hands reach out to explore my body.

I close my eyes as he leans in, sucking random spots on my neck. I moan out quietly and bring my hands up to his arms.

Wow, he isn't yelling at me to not touch him.

His hand moves down and pushes between my legs. His finger slides between my folds, "You're fuckin' soaked, sweetheart."

I part my thighs and dig my nails into his skin as he circles my clit, gradually applying a harder pressure.

I whimper and tilt my head back. Harry kisses and sucks spots under my chin and jaw line.

"Harry." I moan out quietly, "Fuck me."

He chuckles against my skin, "Are you demanding?"

I bite my lip, debating on what I should say before my mouth speaks on its own, "What if I am?"

He sighs and pulls his hand away from between my legs, "Then you get more time without my cock in that desperate cock hungry pussy of yours."

He walks over and gets another drink, "I'm going to enjoy this drink. Sit down and, oh I don't know." He shrugs, "Convince me that you're deserving of my cock going into your pussy."

I chew the inside of my lip and nod, "Okay."

I sit down on the couch and smirk as I bring my legs up and spread them. He pauses and stares at my open legs. I bring my hand down and rub circles onto my clit, moaning.

I need Harry to touch me.

"Afraid you won't get me to cum?" I tease, "Am I going to have to fake it with you then do it myself later?"

He roughly sets his glass down on the table and stands up, "There you go again.. running your mouth."

I bite my lip and sink my fingers into my pussy, letting out a loud gasp, "What? Im just asking questions."

He scoffs, "You have no idea."

"Mm. I think I do." I tilt my head back and moan. A smile grows on my lips as I feel the couch sink down.

"You'll be begging me to fuck you after this." He moves my hand and replaces it with his own, his rings roughly hitting my skin as his fingers pump in and out.

I arch my back off the couch and moan, "Fuck."

He shifts back and bends down, attaching his lips to my clit. I let out a gasp and put a hand on his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair.

He moans against me and that causes me to moan. I clench my walls around his fingers as I feel myself approaching my orgasm.

My eyes roll back and I smile as he did exactly what I wanted him to do.

He pulls his fingers out and licks up my pussy. He pulls away and moves up, rubbing the head of his cock against my clit, "That didn't seem fake to me."

I smirk and my mouth opens as he shoves his cock into me without warning, "Fuck." He smirks and tilts his head as he pulls out and thrusts back in.

He grips my hips tight and fucks me. His lips part as his eyes shit and a moan escapes his lips, "Shit, y/n."

I grab his wrists and arch my back, "Harry." I whimper, "Fuck."

He leans down, pressing his lips to mine as he continues thrusting. I drag my nails up his back with one hand as I pull myself to desperately cling to him with the other.

He gently bites my bottom lip and moans.

I tilt my head back and he kisses up and down it.

For a moment I would have thought I wasn't having sex with the asshole I shoved in the hallway, but with Harry who actual gives a shit.

He moans against my neck and pushes his cock deep into me, "This pussy is mine." He whispers in a deep, raspy voice.

"Yours." I breathe out, "Yours."

He goes back to thrusting and attacking my neck. I wrap an arm around his neck and sink my nails into his shoulder as I cum around his cock.

"Fuck." He groans lowly, "You feel so fucking good."

I whimper in his ear, "You fuck so good."

He smirks and kisses my cheek and over to my lips. Our lips move in perfect sink and he pulls out and I can feel his cum shoot out into my stomach.

He continues to kiss me, his hand pulls my hips closer to his. He slowly leans back and looks at me, "Who's pussy is this?"

I roll my eyes and smirk, "Yours."

"Damn right it is." He leans up and looks around, "Um.." he gets up and grabs a towel, "Here." He tosses the towel down next to me as he cleans himself off.

"Thanks." I wipe myself off and sit up, I lean over and grab my clothes, slipping my panties and jeans back on, "So what does this mean?" I smirk and laugh.

He shakes his head and smirks, "Nothing more than band mates with benefits."

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kawataslvr · 1 month

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Summary : Smut ,, M!reader. He/him prns used , established relationship , use of “baby” “good boy” and other pet names , Mikey is horny while reader isnt and convinces him. UNFINISHED WRITING.

A/N : I SWEAR i try to write nsfw and then i just stop and take a minute cause i randomly forget how sex works ig, also.. chat we fw the new layout?

Y/N had just gotten out of the shower, sitting in nothing but boxers and a looser t-shirt whose were.. he forgot, not that it mattered.

Plopped down on the couch while Mikey was in the other room, doing god knows what. Y/N was tired from a long day.. slowly drifting off to sleep before he got hit with a pillow.

“Y/N.” the blond now stood in front of his boyfriend, “mm.. yes Mikey?” your droopy eyes looked up at his wide awake ones. Those godforsaken awake eyes.

Without explanation, Mikey nudged over Y/N and found his way underneath the boy. With Y/N now laying on top of Mikey, his head rested on top of his chest he was less mad at those damn god forsaken eyes the blond had.

“y/nnnnn..” Mikey said lazily and wrapped his arms around his partners waist.

sliding his hands down dangerously low, touching Y/N’s hips right above his ass. As if asking for an invitation.

“Mikey.” Y/N said in a firm voice looking up at his lover and shifting slightly, “fine, fine, i was just teasing.” Mikey said with a slight pout on his lips.

With Y/N finally getting sleepy again, started to drift off.

Before he felt a snap against his waist shooting him straight awake, Mikey had grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled on them harshly.

Making Y/N’s hips thrust into Mikey’s and feel his hard on.

“please Y/N?” Mikey said in a breathy voice into Y/N’s ear.

“Mikey.. fine..”

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Mikey kissed your neck, leaving harsh hickey’s and littering them all around your neck going all the way to your chest.

“Mikeyy..” Y/N let out a whine. Hating how Mikey was teasing him.

Finally, Mikey placed some lube on his fingers, prepping the boy before he actually took him. Shoving his fingers in, enjoying the loud moan Y/N let out due to how quick he decided to out it in.

“n..ngh~! Mikey…” the boy felt Mikey’s finger move around until he found his sweet spot, and once he did he abused the poor boys prostate.

Y/N let out breathy moans, barely getting a chance to catch his breath as Mikey went in and out of his hole. Adding more fingers, Y/N already being a little mess under him.

“Already turning sloppy on my fingers? my poor baby.”

Y/N blushed at the blonds words too embarrassed to look at him in the eyes, turning his face away.

Mikey quickly took notice to this and grabbed Y/N’s face, making it face him directly in the eyes. “if you don’t look at me while i finger fuck you, then you wont get to take my cock either.”

Whining under him, Mikey finally whipped out his cock. Putting it against your lips signaling you to open your mouth.

Without a real warning, once you parted your lips he inserted himself in. “good boy.” slowly shoving it down your throat, hearing your muffled moans and whines as you hollowed out your cheeks and dragged your tongue against his hefty length.

Mikey reached over to your cock, starting to stroke it. With the feel of his hand stroking you and his cock inside your mouth, your eyes started to tear up from overstimulation.

“O..oh shit..” Mikey said, he couldn’t take it anymore as he shoved his entire length down your throat making you gag slightly.

Tears starting to roll down your pretty little face, Mikey would be lying if he didn’t miss the feeling of your cute little throat around his cock.

It always pulled out the breathiest grunts and hisses out of him, he babbled something about ‘your throat feeling so good’, but you couldn’t make out what he said, either because of the huge cock down your mouth or the fact that he wasn’t really speaking coherently anymore.

Feeling a warn feeling down your throat, Mikey’s hot cum shooting down you.

He pulled out his cock and let you swallow his cum, and you did so.

“hahh.. you did so good for me baby.”

sorry to anysone whow as reading i actually cant being myself to finish any of ly writings right now 😭😭. ALSO I ACCIDENTALLY REMOVED MY RULES AND MASTERLIST.

#bottom reader #male reader #tokyo revengers #bottom male reader #manjiro sano #mikey #mikey x male #manjiro x male #mikey x reader #tokyo rev x bottom reader #mikey sano #sano

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constantmourning · 3 months

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Appreciation

[Eustass Kid x Fem!Chubby!Reader x Killer]

Summary: You want to show Kid and Killer just how much you appreciate them, even if you are slightly nervous.

Warnings: NS/FW, 18+. MINORDS DNI!, Virgin!Reader, Princess!Reader, no use of y/n, cream pie, unprotected sex, oral sex (f! Receiving), voyeurism, pet names (darling/princess), slight degradation, praise.

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: This came to me while I was working on a request. ALSO! I normally write in past tense, or whatever, but I wrote present tense with this one, hopefully it isn't too jarring. There is so much I wanted to touch on in this that I didn't so expect more Kid/Reader/Killer content.

Panic has set in. Your hands are shaking, your legs are trembling, and you’re having trouble keeping your eyes focused on Kid. He looks smug. He’s sitting on his bed, his hands clasped together in his lap. You watch him with anticipation.

“You know,” He smirks, “I’ve never considered sharing until now. Though, I think I’d enjoy sharing you with Killer.”

You want to puke. You were the one that had even mentioned anything, and yet, here you are, suddenly very anxious but extremely horny. You swallow hard and watch Kid with anticipation. He stands up stalks towards you. He walks right by you and you tense. You turn your face, looking at him as he opens his door.

“Where are you going?” You furrow your brows.

“To get Killer.” He says it so matter of fact. Your stomach flips. You’re stunned. “Unless you want the honor of bringing him back here?”

You shake your head, in an absolute daze. Kid shrugs and leaves the room. You are left alone in the Captain’s Quarters… Left alone with your thoughts. And your head is spinning. You take in a steady breath and think about what you had just done.

You had followed Kid back to his quarters to confess your feelings. “You haven’t been drinking, have you?” He had asked. You only told him no. He was confused as to where this sudden confidence was coming from. “Okay.” Kid nodded, “Continue.” You really didn’t have a choice but to tell him what you were thinking after that. So you told him. Everything.

“Kid,” You trailed off, “it’s about you and Killer.” Kid was frozen in thought as you talked to him. “I like both of you, a lot! I-” You inhaled sharply, closing your eyes, “I was never in a relationship before, because you know, the nobility didn’t allow it… But, I only thought it was right to tell you, you are my captain after all.”

It kept replaying over in your head. Kid watching you closely as you confessed your feelings. Now, you are stuck in his room, waiting for his return. Footsteps catch your attention and you are on high alert. You perk up and Kid opens the door, Killer walking in behind him. You instinctively take a step back, the two large men looming over you. Killer seems curious.

“What’d you tell him?” You cock your head at Kid.

“Nothing.” Kid steps aside, leaving you in front of Killer, “You get to tell him.”

Killer is immediately interested in what is going on. He perks up and waits for you to tell him what’s going on. Kid motions for you to speak and you tell him what you had told Kid, but the words aren’t forming. “Um, this is all new to me.” You give an awkward smile. “Y’know I used to be a princess and all-”

“Get on with it!” Kid is about to bust.

“I like you and Kid.” You blurt out. “There! I said it.” You cross your arms and pout at Kid.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it, Princess.” Kid places his hand on your shoulder. You refrain from rolling your eyes.

Killer cocks his head. You can tell he is looking between you and Kid. “You’re okay with this?” He is facing Kid.

Kid lets out a loud laugh. “I couldn’t imagine sharing her with anyone else.”

“In that case-” Killer is ready to pounce, “-when do we start?”

“Not yet!” You put your hands up. “I’m not ready, physically,” or mentally, “I would like to actually feel cute-”

“You’re always cute, Princess.” Killer reassures you. You can hear him smiling as he speaks.

“So, you wanna do this?” Kid cocks a brow at you.

“Of course! I want this. I want both of you.” You nod at them, enthusiastically. “Give me about twenty minutes to get ready. I'll be right back, I promise!” You are calming your nerves. Kid nods and lets you leave his quarters. You make your way towards your room and once you reach it, you close and lock the door. You inhale shakily, back against the wood.

You remember the cut dress you had snagged recently, and look through other cute things you could wear. You were at a loss when you couldn’t find any cute underwear. You hadn’t planned on doing anything like this, so you never got any cute underwear. You groan. ‘What would Kid do?’ You think to yourself. So you do the only thing that you can think of…

You quickly finish getting ready. You throw the dress on and look at yourself in the mirror. You feel extra cute. The dress hugs you nicely, fitting all of your curves. You do a spin and smile to yourself. You fix up your hair and catch your breath, remembering why you are getting ready.

You inhale through your nose and exhale quietly through your mouth, your eyes locking with your own in the mirror. You turn around and make your way out of your room and back towards the Captain’s quarters. Back towards Kid and Killer.

You don’t knock, you figure that would piss Kid off. Instead, you swing the door open, shut it, and lock it tight. You turn back around and smile awkwardly at Kid and Killer. Kid, who is sitting on the edge of his bed, smirks at you. Killer is sitting on a chair on the other side of the room. Both of them look like they want to jump on you. Your back is flesh with the door and you look between Kid and Killer.

“Now what?” You ask, innocently. Kid is riled up immediately. He stands from his bed, and Killer follows suit. They are both on within seconds. And, suddenly, you’re realizing just how big they are. They’re massive as they loom over you. You always knew they were tall, but now, with them looming over you, knowing they want to rip the dress from your body, they seemed so much more intimidating.

Kid grabs you and pulls you away from the door. Killer immediately slots himself behind you and his hands are on your hips. You are left staring up at Kid, who is most definitely reveling in your reaction at the moment. His eyes meet yours and he leans down, his fingers touching your face. You lean into his rough hand and shut your eyes. You take the calmness in, something tells you it won’t be like this much longer.

“Do you care about this dress?” Kid asks, his metal hand reaching for the soft fabric.

You snatch it from his grasp and huff, “Yes I do! If you tear this dress up I think I might cry.”

Kid rolls his eyes, “You’ve been with us for almost six months now, and you’re gonna cry over a dress? Pathetic.” This causes you to pout at him. He groans, “Fine, I won’t rip it off.” Kid turns from you and walks towards the chair that is across the room.

“What are you-?”

“I’m giving Killer the floor.” Kid grabs it, scoots it ever so closer to you, and sits down. “Killer, remember, she’s royalty, we have to break ‘er in.”

“Break me-” You stutter on the words, “Break me in!?” You look back at Killer, who is removing his helmet and you freeze. His blue eyes meet yours and you blink up at him. ‘Oh no,’ your head is spinning, ‘he’s hot.’ Killer smirks down at you, knowing you like what you see, and his hands grip your waist.

“Don’t worry, Princess, I’ll be gentle.”

“Enjoy it,” Kid snorts, “cause I won’t be.”

Killer easily pins you against the wall and your breathing is heavy. He dips down, his lips inches from yours. You're dizzy from the sudden movement. “Tell me, Your Highness,” Killer’s eyes are locked onto you. You want to look away, but you can’t, you’re stuck, “ever been close to someone like this?”

Your eyes cut to Kid, who seems just as curious. You feel weird answering, but you do anyway. “Um, sorta?” You recall a time before Kid got a hold of you. “There was a prince I kissed, but we never really went further than that.” You bite the inside of your lip. “We weren’t supposed to be together so we’d hide in the closet and make out, I guess? That’s all that happened with that though.” You let out a nervous laugh at the memories, “And then, y’know, the whole castle was pillaged…”

The vibe immediately changes. Killer can’t decide if he needs to give you space or not. The tears pricking your eyes tell him yes. He goes to move back, but you latch onto him, bringing him back.

“But then you two showed up.” You cup Killer’s face and take a steady breath in. “I wouldn’t be alive if it weren't for you two.”

Kid groans and you look over at him, “Come on! Fucking kiss before I come over there myself.”

You and Killer look away from Kid and back at each other. He gives you a look, almost asking if you’re still okay. You nod. Killer doesn’t hesitate to kiss you. His lips meet yours and he’s ravenous. He kisses you fervently, and his hands are gripping your hips like a lifeline. You know that’s going to be one of the many potential bruises for you to deal with in the morning.

Your hands drop from Killer’s face and to his shoulders, your arms snaking around his neck. As soon as Killer’s tongue runs across your bottom lip, you open your mouth for him. You, briefly, wonder what Kid’s doing, just watching you, and then you hear a groan from him and don’t wonder for much longer.

“Take her to the bed.” Kid grunts.

Killer pulls away from you and easily picks you up, toting you to the bed. “You sure are bossy!” You yelp as your back hits the sheets.

“I’m your captain!” Kid bellows.

Your eyes cut to him and you notice him rubbing himself through his pants. Your eyes widen and Kid gives you the smuggest smile you have ever seen. He doesn’t look away from you as he unzips his pants and pulls his cock out. Killer, somehow not even acknowledging Kid or his dick, holds himself above you. His lips hit your neck and your eyes are glued to your Captain.

Kid, through soft grunts, begins to laugh, “Look at our little princess,” Kid adjusts himself in the seat, leaning back, “Can’t even keep her eyes off of her captain while you give her all the attention.”

Killer pulls up, to see if that is true. Your stare shifts to him and he feigns hurt. Kid does not let that bother him at all. You swallow hard and wait for Killer to do something, anything. “Well,” He pushes himself up and stands over the bed. All of your attention is on him now, “I’ll give you a reason to focus on me.”

You furrow your brows. You have zero time to respond. Killer, standing at the end of the bed, grabs you by your hips and swiftly pulls you towards him. He drops down on his knees and begins to hike your dress up.

“Oh?” Killer smiles at you, and that catches Kid’s attention. You cover your face, heat prickles across your cheeks.

��What?” Kid barks. It sends chills down your spine. Killer lifts your dress up further and Kid catches a glimpse of your bare hip. “No underwear?”

He is constantly smug, you’ve decided. You nod. “Did’n have any cute ones…”

Killer holds your thighs and brings your attention to him once again. “Keep your eyes on me, Princess.” Killer’s voice is low, intoxicating. You have no choice but to listen. His large hands pull your thighs apart. Your hands cover your face and Killer clicks his tongue. “Uh-uh.” He leans up, pulling your hands from your face. “You gotta look at me. Be good, keep your eyes on me.”

The way he says it… You’re putty in his hands. Pliable. All his. Killer gives you a quick kiss and lowers himself back to your legs. He looks up at you from his position and all you can see is your scrunched up dress resting on your stomach and his eyes. Killer’s grip on your thighs is rough again and you let him pull your legs apart. His eyes never leave yours. He leans down to kiss your thighs and struggle briefly.

“What’s wrong, darling?” You feel Killer pout against your thigh as he speaks into the soft skin. You want to curl up and die. You take a short breath in and mumble a ‘nothing’. Killer isn’t having any of that. “Something is wrong.”

You grip the sheets to keep from covering your face. “I feel- I don’t want you to see my stretch marks… that close up.” Your eyes are on the ceiling before dropping back down to Killer. He doesn’t respond. Not with words. Instead, he gently kisses the first one sees. Your eyes are glued to Killer’s. He won’t look away. And you don’t either.

“Good girl,” He mumbles against your skin. A shiver is sent down your spine.

“Fuck!” Kid yells from his seat. “Would you get to it? I’ve been edging myself for ten minutes.”

“It’s not been that long!” You snap back. You shock yourself. Kid and Killer freeze. Killer’s smile widens, you can feel his teeth against your skin. Kid looks like he’s ready to get up and throw Killer back, and take care of you himself. Your wide, fearful eyes stop him.

Kid lets out a low, primal growl, “Don’t do that again.”

I might, you think to yourself, if you’ll make that noise again. You look back down at Killer and ask him to continue. He obliges. He kisses and nips up your thigh. He pulls you further down towards him, your dress sliding further up your back. You are practically in his mouth at this point. He’s hovering over you and you are waiting with bated breath. Your chest is rising and falling quickly from anticipation.

Killer's tongue darts out and he licks a stripe up your pussy. You jerk away instinctively. “Sorry,” You squeak out, “Please don’t stop.” Your voice strained. Killer does not stop. He spreads you open with his fingers and his tongue hits your clit. You let out a soft moan and your hand covers your mouth.

“No,” Kid speaks through gritted teeth, “I wanna hear ya. Be loud. Killer, make our Princess scream.”

Kid continues to rub one out as Killer pulls back long enough to give his captain an ‘okay’, and he dives back in. Back into you. Your eyes don’t leave his; he’s being so observant, so attentive to you. You completely forget about how harshly he’s holding onto you. Your hips buck, and he’s quick to push them back down, holding you in place. You’re moaning out for him, his name a mantra falling from your lips.

As you’re left a moaning mess, you peek over at Kid, who seems to be well on his way to his first orgasm. And so are you. Killer’s mouth is focusing solely on your clit now, and you feel a finger push into you. Your jaw goes slack. Your eyes shut tight. Killer does not let up. You’re gripping at the sheets and a string of noises escapes you.

“Wanna see her come undone,” Kid grunts, “make ‘er cum.”

Killer does not disobey his Captain. His finger curls inside of you and you are left reeling. You are coming undone fast. “Fuck!” You yell, almost a high pitch squeal. You reach for Killer, your fingers tangling in his hair. “So close. I’m gonna-” Killer doesn’t let you finish your sentence. You’re left seeing stars and moaning out. You pull gently at his soft hair. Killer groans in response.

Coming down, you look over at Kid once more. He has spilled into his own hand. You catch your breath and look at Killer. He stands from his position and leans over you again. He gives you a gentle kiss. “You were so good, so good for me.” You nuzzle into his neck as he speaks. He looks over at Kid, who seems to already be getting hard again. “Your turn?”

You remember Kid wants to fuck you too. A heat is pooling between your legs again. Kid stands up, causing Killer to remove himself from you. You’re suddenly very cold and very vulnerable. You are left blinking at Kid. He motions for you to stand. You oblige. You push yourself up and stand, your dress falling back down. Kid watches how it hugs you and you reflexively wrap your arms around your stomach.

“You keep hiding yourself,” Kid seems annoyed. “We will break you of that.” Kid leaves you staring at him with wide eyes. He sighs, “You are stunning, you shouldn't hide yourself like that. I wanna show you just what you do to me.” Kid brings you closer to him, you can feel his cock against you. “This your first time?” You bite back the bratty answer and nod. “I guess I can go easier on ya.”

Kid steps back from you and heads towards the top of his bed. You see him make a motion towards Killer and he’s on you again. While Kid situates himself, Killer is getting you ready. Killer pulls you in for a kiss and his hands roam towards the soft fabric of your dress. He begins to pull at it, dragging it up your body. You raise your arms and let him take it off of you. It hits the ground and you are left feeling vulnerable once again.

A whistle comes from behind you and you turn your head over your shoulder, your face hotter than before. Kid whistles again, a little louder this time. He compliments your ass and you make a face at him. Killer turns you back to him and gives you another kiss. “You’re being such a good girl, continue doing that. Okay?” He kisses you on the forehead and sends you to Kid after you agree.

Kid, now completely naked, motions for you to sit on his lap. You can’t help but look at his cock. You’re nervous again. Kid’s smirk widens. “Like what you see?” He lets out a loud laugh. You get on his bed and make your way towards him. You straddle Kid’s torso, hovering above him, your thighs on either side of him. Kid’s metal arm is resting beside him and he sees you looking at it. He raises his hand and the cool metal touches you. Goosebumps rise on your skin. You inhale sharply and Kid watches you closely.

Killer, who is sitting in the chair now, is also watching. He isn’t touching himself, not yet, he’s waiting for your next move. “C’mon, princess,” Killer is smiling softly, his tone encouraging, “you can do this-”

“I’m nervous,” You blurt out. “What if-” You try to refrain from hiding your face, but you fail. Your cheeks are burning, “What if it doesn’t fit?”

Kid’s other hand is on your outer thigh, he gives you a look. You are unknowingly stroking his ego. Metal touches your hands and they’re being pulled from your eyes. You look at Kid and bite the inside of your lip. “I wanna make you feel good…” Kid’s eyes darken as you say that. His head drops and he’s looking up at you through his lashes.

His hand moves to his cock and grabs it. “Show me.” He demands. You struggle to breathe. You nod and lift yourself up a little more. You move yourself back and are resting over his cock. He’s holding it, angling it up for you. You lower yourself onto him, slower than he would like, but for once Kid keeps his mouth shut.

You gasp as he enters you. Your jaw clenches and you freeze. Kid moves his hands, both of them on your hips again, he helps you slide down him and as he bottoms out you whine. Your head is spinning and your breath catches. You hear praises and groans from Killer as you take everything in momentarily. He keeps telling you that you’re doing such a good job, being so good.

“Kid,” You moan out, “fuck!” You want to move, but give yourself another second. Kid groans, his grip tightening on your already bruising skin. You slowly move your hips and Kid lets out a low groan.

“So tight,” Kid grunts, “taking me so well.” He can’t help but slightly buck his hips, sending shockwaves through you. Your hands are on his chest and you’re trying to keep a steady pace. Kid seems to be enjoying it, but you can tell he wants to speed up.

Kid lets you get used to him. He lets you figure it out. And then you feel him shifting. Within a split second, Kid is holding himself above you. He is enjoying the shocked look on your face. His other hand is on your thigh, holding your leg around his waist. He watches you swallow hard, and he lowers himself down to your ear.

“Didn’t think I’d let you have the fun, did you?” He nips your earlobe and you’re melting again.

As soon as Kid begins to move his hips, you can hear Killer starting to come undone. The sound of skin hitting skin, high pitched moans, and low groans echoed throughout the room. You, coming out of your stunned state, look up at Kid, gears turning. You can see he has nothing but a dark lust in his eyes, not much going on in that head besides ‘fucking’. Your hands move up to his face, gently cupping it and you raise up slightly, sure not to disturb his pace.

You begin to litter soft kisses over his scars. Kid doesn't slow down, in fact, his hips ram into yours a little harder. “What are you doing?” He says through gritted teeth. You can’t answer, not with words. You respond with a loud whine as your lips press to his skin and he growls. One of your hands is on his back, scratching at it. The other is sloppily tracing over his scars.

“I can stop?” You finally get out, between moans.

“No,” He growls out. “Don’t.” So, you continue. It’s becoming harder to focus on kissing him, and not the warm feeling pooling in your stomach. “Such a slut,” Kid rumbles, “Letting two men do this to you.”

Between Killer’s praises and Kid’s degradation, you are getting a lot closer to release. “Kid,” You cry out, “please, I’m gonna- let me cum!”

Kid’s pace quickens, but somehow still isn’t sloppy. He seems to be an expert at controlling himself. You come undone, clenching around him, screaming out his name. Your nails scratch at his biceps, and your head rolls back into the pillows, back arching. You’re crying out for him, continuously.

Kid pulls your hips up and continues his thrusts. Suddenly, you feel his thrusts getting sloppier. He’s close. Kid let out a low breathy grunt and you feel warmth spilling out of you. His thrusts begin to slow and he’s quickly just laying on top of you. Your chest is heaving and you feel sticky from sweat and cum. Your eyes on the ceiling and your arms are wrapped around Kid. Your fingers are gently tracing patterns into his skin.

“What are you doing that for?” He huffs.

“Because it’s relaxing.”

He can't deny that it is. Kid does not ask you to stop, he does not protest. So, you continue. Your eyes move to Killer and you notice him watching the both of you.

“Kid?” You catch his attention. He lifts up slightly to look at you. “Killer made me feel good earlier, I wanna return the favor.”

Killer lights up. Kid smirks, smug again. “You think you can handle it, after that?”

“I can try!” You give him a soft smile. “We have all night don’t we?”

“You think you can last all night?” Kid almost laughs. “You’re tired now!”

You shove his arm, “I can leave, y’know.”

“Oh no you can’t.” Killer and Kid speak at the same time. Kid continues, “You’re ours now. If you think you can go all night, that’s just what we’ll do.”

‘You’re ours now.’ It’s replaying over and over in your head. You give him a goofy smile and Kid makes a face. “I’m all yours.” You look between the both of them. “Now, can you please get off of me.” You give him a sweet smile. “I need to show Killer my appreciation.”

Kid’s brow ridges furrow, “Why not both of us, at the same time.”

“We have all night.” You reassure him. “I think I can show you both just how much I appreciate you.”

Kid is satisfied with that answer. You are sure you are going to have the best night of your life. Kid and Killer seem to agree.

#eustass kid x reader #killer x reader #eustass kid #eustass kidd #one piece #one piece smut #kid pirates #one piece killer #op killer #x reader #reader insert

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moonlit-heartbreak · 5 days

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Love Languages

Xaden, Liam, Bodhi, Garrick x Reader Warnings: Slight spoilers for FW and IF, some suggestive comments and themes but nothing too explicit a/n: I love these men a little bit too much, so now you all get to enjoy my takes on each of their love languages for my first post🤭. It’s a little short and all over the place, but once my finals are over expect some longer works. Definitely let me know what you all think!

Xaden - Acts of Service

Listen, he's an important guy both as wingleader and a lieutenant and now in being on the front lines of a war, so he has to make sure to keep everyone's respect, and of course keep them all a little scared of him, so he can't get all lovey-dovey with you in public

Instead I see him being big on acts of service. Leaving you an extra piece of bread he grabbed at breakfast that morning, sharpening your swords/daggers so you're set to go for training, things of that nature

He would want to be there for you and let you know that he's looking out for you and acts of service is the perfect way for him to do that subtly but still being more involved in directly making you happy

Don't get me wrong though, when you're alone the acts of service definitely don't stop and he's good at what he does. With this I don’t mean JUST sex (even though it’d be amazing), but he would also love to brush your hair, give you a massage, whatever he can do to make you feel loved and cared for after a long day of classes and training

If there’s something specific you liked back home like a specific snack or item just know that once he finds out he’s going to be bribing one of the fliers to get it for him during a supply run so he can surprise you with it just so he can see your face light up

It works out perfect for you because not only is he making you feel like the most special person in the world with everything he does for you and how well he knows you, but getting perks like him keeping you off the schedule for your least favorite chores doesn't hurt either

The moral of the story is that he would literally do anything to make you happy, and despite how tough he acts you've got him completely wrapped around you finger

Liam - Words of Affirmation

For someone who's experienced so much loss before, he still manages to be SO kind and caring and this would 100% come through in the way he acts with his significant other, especially in terms of how he speaks to them

In public this would probably come off more as supportive and encouraging comments, helpful tips for training, or even just a quick compliment thrown in here or there. He's one of the more laid back out of all of the guys, but he still knows not to let his kindness be mistaken for weakness or allow anyone to try and use you against him, so he's careful to keep a good balance of keeping his guard up and being sweet with you

With that though, neither of you really have anything to worry about. He's the strongest cadet in his year and he trusts that you can hold your own so he'd still be pretty open with you in public

He's the type of guy who would never want to say goodbye without an 'I love you" thrown in there, even if you'd had a disagreement or you're (somehow) upset with him. Words are so important to him and he's going to make sure to tell you how he feels no matter what

I mean think about it, with all those letter he wrote to Sloane this man is a master at communication and he knows how to do it well

SO good at reassuring you. Ever doubting yourself or your abilities? Worried you’re not being a good enough partner? Nervous about opening up to him about something? He knows exactly what to say to calm you down or make you feel better every single time without fail. He just has such a way with words, and when he speaks to you in that soft "everything's going to be alright" voice there's no way you wouldn't feel at least a bit better

I have no doubt in my mind that he would have the sweetest nicknames for you and know exactly what to say when you need it, he’s just the sweetest thing to grace the continent and you’ll be reminded of that every time he speaks his sweet words that make your heart flutter

Bodhi - Physical Touch

This man... I definitely see him lovinggg physical touch. He needs you like he needs air to breathe and he isn't afraid to let the rest of the world know it

He's a confident guy so naturally he'd love to show off his significant other; walking with an arm slung over your shoulder or around your waist, sitting right next to you during meals so that your arms and legs brush against each other, holding hands or even just loosely linking your fingers together while you study, he loves it all

You two have definitely been told to get a room once or twice during training when your sparring sessions get a little too intense (gods bless the innocent bystanders who have to bear witness to that, especially the poor boys who are practically his brothers)

Obviously he knows how to balance his leadership responsibilities with spending time with you so he knows when he has to take a step back and get serious, but trust me, every chance he gets he's finding a way to be right next to you

When you guys are alone... oh boy get ready to be next to him all night long. Whether you’re laying together on one of your beds just talking before you settle in to sleep for the night, sitting on his lap while you both work on your own assignments, showering together, he’ll find a way to make everything a team effort just to be as close to you as possible

Don’t worry though, he knows when to give you your space so if there’s ever a day where you simply want a little alone time he would never push any boundaries and would respect whatever you wanted. However, if you’re trying to avoid him because you’re upset or anything of that nature he’s going to figure out what’s wrong and make sure you’re alright

Bodhi Durran the man that you are... At the end of the day he would be such a sweet partner to you and all of his actions, from full on cuddling to just brushing past each other briefly in the hallway, proves to you every day that he adores you

Garrick - Quality Time

Garrick is definitely more on the serious side, especially in public, but don't underestimate him as a partner because this man knows how to make you feel loved

Being close to you serves multiple purposes for him; it lets him keep an eye on you to make sure you're safe, and it simply brings him the sense of comfort he always gets from being near you

He’s super secure in himself and you, not doubting either of your abilities or your love for one another but just getting to be around you makes him happy. Whether it be sitting together to study, you talking his ear off about whatever antics you and your squad got up to that day, or even just training at the same time even if you’re on opposite sides of the gym sparring with different partners. Spending time with you or just being near each other is how he shows that he's there for you and that he loves you so he'll take whatever time he can get

With spending so much time with you and the fact that he’s a very observant guy, he would be able to read you like a book. There’s no hiding how you’re feeling because he’ll pick up on all of your little tells and know exactly how to go about making you feel better

Along with how observant he is and how deeply he knows you, I also feel like he would give amazing advice too. Disagreement with a friend? Not able to get the hang of a new weapon you’ve been training with? Stressed about an exam and not sure how to study? He has advice for all of it, and he knows when to step in and help you but also when you’ll want to be left alone to figure things out yourself

Whenever you both get a day off (which wouldn’t be often, I mean you have a war to prepare for) it’s always spent together. When you’re able to get some time together in Aretia, he’d take you to some tucked away corner of Riorson House him and Xaden would hang out in as kids just so you could get a few uninterrupted moments alone together, which you both cherish more and more as you inevitably get busier

He might be one of the most intimidating out of all of his friends and arguably out of most other riders as well, but underneath that sexy muscly exterior, he’s got a crazy soft spot for you; and while it might not be fully apparent to anyone who isn’t looking closely enough, you know just how much he loves you and that’s all that matters to the two of you

#fourth wing #fourth wing x reader #iron flame #iron flame x reader #xaden riorson #liam mairi #bodhi durran #garrick tavis #xaden riorson x reader #liam mairi x reader #bodhi durran x reader #garrick tavis x reader

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jinwoosungs · 3 months

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{ 118 }

mind games.

modern au

ceo!sukuna x fem.secretary!reader

warnings: unedited; angst; alcohol use; s-xual content; sukuna is an as-hole; minors do not interact.

by choosing to interact with this 18+ content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings.

please listen to 'mind games' by sickick.

{ there's another side that you don't know, you don't know | i can't wait to get you all alone, all alone | once i'm in, there ain't no letting go, letting go | watch me turn your mind into my home. }

that asshole boss of yours had piled on a bunch of new reports to sort through, making you late for the lunch date that you had with nanami.

when 12:45 hit, you had to send an apology text to nanami, telling your coworker that you didn't think you'd be able to join him at the cafe. being the sweet and understanding man that he was, he tells you not to worry about it, and maybe you'd be available next time.

you look down at your phone with a smile on your face. nanami kento was a good man, and you liked and respected him a lot. you had just recently began hanging out outside of work, and you could honestly see yourself building a future with him-

if only your heart could respond to nanami the same way it did to him.

not wishing to acknowledge your emotions, you quickly logout of your computer before grabbing your wallet and making a mad dash towards the elevator. if you could reach the cafeteria right now, then you'd have 10 minutes left for lunch, which was enough time to wolf down a sandwich and a drink.

with the elevator in sight, you were grateful that it opened immediately as you entered it. your fingertip was poised over the second floor when the sight of a large hands stops the metal doors from closing-

and you felt all of your appetite dissipate into thin air the moment your boss stepped into the elevator with you.

sukuna ryomen was a man who's presence you could not ignore even if you wanted to. pushing well past 6'5" in height, the ceo towers over you with ease, and when his rufescent eyes captures your wide-eyed expression, your swore his chuckle was enough to make your knees weak.

your heart was already pounding, with the elevator doors closing as it trapped the scent of his cologne within its metal confines. you could hear the way he hummed with approval, sending slight vibrations coursing through you as he says your name.

"you did well today, not a single report was filed out of place and you worked diligently with my schedule."

you reply with a stiff "thank you," not daring to look at him as you kept your gaze forward, counting down the numbers as it began its gradual descent towards your destination.

20...19...

before the numbers could flash the number 18, you saw sukuna from your periphery activate the emergency stop switch, stopping the elevator from moving as you let out a gasp.

"what the hell are you-"

you face him, feeling half livid yet more so lustful than anything as sukuna traps you against the wall. his surname falls from your lips in a flustered stutter, and because of how close he was to you, you were given the perfect view of his tailored suit and the way his broad chest was keeping you from looking away from him.

his slick back strands of pale red hair gave you the perfect view of his devastating features, ruby red eyes darkening as its gaze seemed to hypnotize you. you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks, and nearly jolted back in response when the back of his achingly large hand sent a gentle caress against your cheek.

"because you worked so well, i believe my little pet deserves a reward..."

you were unable to respond when sukuna lifts up one of your legs, brushing past your skirt as his large fingers were felt shoving your panties to the side. you gasp, given no choice but to hang on to his bicep when you felt the pad of his middle finger collect the moisture that was settled between your legs.

you were trembling now, already physically aching for him when you felt his finger push past your slickness before exploring your gummy walls. the embarrassment you felt was nothing compared to the growing flame sukuna was giving you, the squelching sounds he was making as he shamelessly thrusts his finger in and out of your core.

"damn, you're practically sucking me in..." sukuna hisses in your ear, forcing you back against the elevator walls as you unconsciously spread your legs even wider for him.

your release was quickly approaching, and when he was able to press down against that swollen bundle of nerves was when you lost all control. with a broken moan of his name, you felt your walls tightening around his large finger before soaking it with your release.

by now, you were a trembling mess, gazing up at him with a drunk expression. your breathing was labored, like you had just finished running a marathon while sukuna gave you the same smug expression.

as he removes his finger away from your folds, you could see how shiny you had made it, watching it glisten from beneath the light for a brief second before sukuna opens his mouth and licks it away.

a groan was heard once more, and you felt his body shiver at the mere taste of you. "fuck, you taste s' sweet. and 's much as i want to devour you, i have a meeting to attend to."

acting as if he had not just given you the best orgasm of your life, sukuna straightens himself while letting go of your leg. you momentarily lose your balance, landing against him as a deep chuckle was heard coming from him. he pushes another button, bringing the elevator back to life as it begins its descent once more.

when the elevator doors open, you felt sukuna nudging at your back, signaling that it was your stop. with shaky legs, you come out of the elevator and meet his gaze.

you watch as his face breaks out into a malicious grin, sending your heart into overdrive as the elevator doors shut once more, leaving your mind reeling from the events that had just transpired.

{ ... }

to say your mind was preoccupied with nothing but thoughts of sukuna would be the understatement of the century.

you had returned to your desk not too long ago, your mind still replaying that delicious scene in your head as your damp panties served as a reminder of what sukuna had done to you.

fighting back the heat that was threatening to dye your skin, you take careful bites of the granola bar you had bought at the cafe with tiny sips of your water. your appetite was still nonexistent, and you found yourself wondering just what you were to sukuna.

you had worked under him and his company for roughly 2 years now, and it was sad to say that your feelings for him hadn't changed in the slightest. when you interviewed for the position of being his secretary, you recall being struck at the mere sight of him. he was by far the most beautiful man you had ever laid your eyes on, and the crush you once had for him seemed to morph into something more.

yet, deep down, you knew that if you were to ever to act on your feelings for him, then you were the one who was going to get burned.

so you kept your distance, remaining ever so professional with sukuna as you held back your feelings for him. during the time, you would go on random dates here and there with other men, yet none of them ever amounted to anything true and meaningful.

but this- this was something completely different. for once in your 2 years of working for him, this was the one time he had shown such an interest in you. you hadn't the slightest clue why he did what he did-

and yet, you found yourself not caring either way.

it was completely stupid for your to say, but you truly didn't mind just having a physical relationship with him, even if the times he would hold you in his arms would forever be ephemeral and fleeting.

as you were wallowing in your misery, you jump slightly upon hearing your text tone. you unlock your screen to see that nanami had texted you.

[ hey, it's okay if we missed lunch together. how about i make it up to you with dinner tonight at 8? ]

your thumbs were already poised over the keypad, ready to turn down his offer for dinner because deep down, you did not wish to lead a good man like nanami on. you knew that your heart would never sing for him like it did for sukuna, and the events that transpired between you and him was more than enough proof of that.

while opening his text, in that exact moment sukuna was seen walking in. you could hear his laughter echoing throughout the floor as you lifted your gaze to see a gorgeous woman with prominent ebony curls and an hourglass figure clinging to his arm.

you could feel your heart breaking into a million pieces, watching as the dark haired beauty kisses down his jawline. sukuna meets with your gaze and flashes you yet another smirk before replacing it with a stern expression.

"block out 3 hours from my schedule and do not accept any calls for meetings at this time. i'll assume that someone as competent and capable as you should be able to do this?"

"absolutely, sir." was your stiff reply, willing your features to remain neutral as sukuna disappears with the beauty into his office.

how you survived the next couple of hours was beyond even your own comprehension. not even ten minutes had passed when you could hear the woman's laughter quickly morphing into a drawn out moan, coupled along with sukuna's occasional grunts.

fighting back your tears, you open nanami's texts and give him your answer.

[ dinner at 8 sounds great. do i need to go home and change or anything? ]

[ not at all. i'll see you later and we'll enjoy some time together. ]

you refused to acknowledge the sharp pain in your heart, alerting you on how wrong it was to even think about using nanami as a band-aid for your pain, yet once you heard the woman cry out to sukuna, begging him to go harder, you lost all reasoning.

all you wanted to do was forget.

{ ... }

it was like he was playing games with you, and you weren't sure what to do or even how to respond.

this went on for the next several months, with sukuna finding a new woman to keep him company during the later hours of the working day. every time, before he would disappear into the confines of his office, he would flash you another smug expression, as if he wanted you to listen to him and his current conquests.

your heart would ache each time, yet despite it all, you still held on to each and every one of his expressions he sends you.

ever since that time in the elevator, sukuna had ceased touching you. and the memory of it was enough to drive you insane. each time sukuna invited a new woman into his office, you would inevitably run into nanami's arms.

even when you had come clean to nanami, explaining to him how you did not deserve him; that you were simply basking in his company to assuage the pain you felt each time sukuna bedded a new woman, nanami admitted that he didn't mind waiting for you.

he would simply take you in his arms, allowing his hands to run across your hair while comforting you. "it's alright. you have become immensely dear to me, and i'll wait for you."

when you asked him what he would do if you could never return his feelings, nanami simply gives you a tiny smile. "then i'll simply pray that the bastard returns your feelings for your sake. until then, you can always come to me, okay?"

you recall hugging him while letting out a tearful laugh, embracing him while admitting, "i really wished i could have fallen in love with you instead."

nanami simply laughs, returning your hug as he presses a gentle kiss against your cheek while answering, "me too."

{ ... }

the moment you walked into your office, the whole workplace was ablaze with gossip, and you caught some tidbits here and there.

"i can't believe mr. ryomen is going to get married."

"i mean, it's to be expected. that woman is pretty much the heiress of the pharmaceutical company he wants to merge with."

your breathing suddenly becomes labored, and you take shaky steps towards your coworkers and ask them what they were talking about. haruka gives you a wide grin and shows you her phone's screen.

"see! it's true! the reason why the big man himself isn't here is most likely because he's going to make an announcement about his engagement!"

the blood was felt rushing to your ears, and all you could see was the bolded headlines that read:

arisa towryk of towryk pharmaceuticals confirms her future engagement to sukuna ryomen!

you take a shaky step backwards, making some excuse about how you weren't feeling well and if your coworkers could tell h.r. about your sudden departure. haruka gives you a confused expression, but simply nods and agrees to your sudden request. giving her a clipped 'thanks,' you immediately rush out of the building.

the sounds of your high heels rapidly tapping against the marble floors of the lobby echoes throughout the area, and you had to cover your face as you allowed the tears to stream down your face. broken sobs were heard becoming ripped from your throat, yet the pain you felt was unbearable.

you needed to do something- anything to numb the pain-

you wanted to do something that would help you forget all about sukuna-

even if it was only for a brief moment.

{ ... }

being fueled by your heartache, your feet takes you to a nearby bar just a few blocks away from where you worked. you settle yourself against one of the barstools while tossing your bag beside you. the bartender gives you a mild expression of concern, already getting a glass for you.

"you had a rough day, lady?"

you shake your head, refusing to answer him while taking out your card, "give me the strongest drink that you own, and keep them coming."

the bartender shrugs while taking your card, already filling up three glasses with an amber liquid. he settles the shot glasses in front of you, and you take down all three drinks within seconds. relishing in the burn you felt as it slid down your throat.

you lost track of time, taking shot after shot after shot of the same amber liquid, willing your mind to go blank as the world became a bit more tilted. when the alcohol was beginning to make you sick, the bartender had stopped serving you drinks, actually showing concern for you as he slid your card back to you.

"listen, lady, i think you had enough. you need to go home and get some rest."

his words sounded muffled, like you were hearing him from underwater. incoherent words were felt spilling from your lips, and you couldn't stop yourself from crying.

this was a mess.

you were a mess.

with shaky fingers, you tried to keep yourself together, opening your phone as you searched for nanami's number.

"do you need me to call a ride home for you?"

you shake your head and call the one man you knew you could count on, and felt so grateful when he picked up on the second ring.

you hear him call out your name in a panicked voice, "are you alright? where are you? i got so worried when everyone was telling me you went home...!"

"k-ken, i need your help. don't feel so good at all..." in your drunken state, you manage to tell nanami the name of the bar you were residing in.

"i'll be there in ten minutes, just hang on tight and wait for me."

you allow the tears to fall, sliding the phone away from you as you hid your head within the crook of your arm. your head was pounding, and you felt so dizzy all of a sudden.

throughout it all, you could hear the bartender asking if you were okay, if you needed help going home again, but you found yourself being unable to answer him. luckily, it didn't take nanami that long to arrive as you could hear the familiarity of his comforting voice right beside.

"it's going to be alright, i'm here, i'm here."

wish i could love you, i really wanted to love you.

"i know."

you weren't sure if those were your thoughts, or whether you had said them out loud, but you didn't care.

i still love him.

the sensation of arms tightening around you was felt, and you were close to falling when nanami helped with steadying you.

"i know that, too. now come on, i'll take you home."

your mind was still blurry, but you couldn't deny how refreshing it felt to feel the cold night air against your skin. you take in a deep breath, ready to go home when nanami suddenly stops in his tracks.

your drunken mind had failed to notice someone blocking nanami's way. you could hear the anger in his voice, yet all you could see was the person's jet black dress shoes directly below you. the nausea you were trying to hold back ends up failing, and you end up letting out a great heave, expelling all of the contents of alcohol from your stomach.

because you hadn't eaten a single meal and spent the next several hours drinking your sorrows away, you allowed your body to purge itself of the alcohol that was circulating within you. when you were sure that you were emptied, you felt your consciousness slowly slipping away from you.

a panicked voice was crying out to you, yet you were already out the moment a pair of powerful arms had carried you away, allowing the darkness to overtake you.

{ ... }

the headache you were feeling was intense, but you were dimly aware of being in a car as your form was strapped onto the passenger seat. believing that it was nanami that was driving you home, you apologize to him.

"i'm sorry for puking on you."

"it's fine."

strange...the voice sounded a lot deeper than nanami's. it had a hoarser, and more raw quality to it. believing that it was just the drunken state of your mind, you sigh and decided to be honest with the man that had become your sole confidant through it all.

"it was stupid of me...drinkin' so much. but...i was hurt, you know?"

you clench your eyes shut, recalling the pain you felt upon reading about sukuna's engagement. "i worked with that asshole for two years, and my stupid heart still loved him, even when i knew deep down he would never give me the time of day."

"but when...when he...touched me, literally invaded the entirety of my mind, i thought he actually felt something for me."

you shake your head, allowing the tears to fall once more as you cry out, "but i was so stupid; all he saw in me was something to play with, another plaything like all the women he's invited to his office right in front of my face."

in the midst of your rant, you realized that nanami hadn't said a single word, making you open your eyes. "nanami, why aren't you-"

"do you love him after all?"

with the tiniest bit of clarity returning to your senses, you really took the chance to look at him, only now realizing that it was sukuna who was settled at the driver's seat. the car had stopped moving several minutes ago, yet he remained silent, listening to each and every word you had said.

your heart was pounding now, feeling mortified at the realization that you had confessed everything to the one man that had broken your heart. he says nothing, simply meeting your gaze before exiting his car.

by now, you were unsure of what to do. before you were given a chance to act, sukuna opens the passenger door and releases you from the seatbelt. he remains silent, reaching over to you as he picked you up and held you in his arms.

you could see the view of his gorgeous mansion as various lights lit the way to his entrance. the alcohol was out of your system as you slowly began to sober up, the pulsing ache within your head turning dull as sukuna entered his home with you still in his embrace.

he heads towards his bedroom, walking into the master bathroom before settling your trembling form against the floor. sukuna was still silent as he strips himself of his ruined shoes and suit, not stopping until he was completely bare for your eyes to feast upon.

you tried to ignore the familiar heat against your cheeks, looking away from him only to be stopped by sukuna's hand settled on your chin. his smirk was prominent, but it seemed less harsh now, as if softened by that expression seen in his rufescent eyes that you had never seen before.

he places his large hands over your clothes and slowly begins to strip them away from you. still feeling your emotions running high for him, you allow him to undress you until you were just as bare as him. he takes your hand and leads him towards the glass shower, allowing you to stand beneath the spray first.

you moan upon feeling the hot water hitting at your skin, washing away the bitter taste that was left in your mouth. with a grunt, sukuna takes a bit of shampoo and washes your hair, allowing your back to meet with his broad chest.

while he was thoroughly washing you, you could feel his chapped lips running against the expanse of your skin. from your shoulder to the curve of your neck, you tremble at the sensation while letting out a soft moan.

the sound was enough to make something deep within sukuna snap as he calls out your name. you were uncertain as to how it happened, but one moment, you were simply standing beneath the shower spray, washing off the last bit of shampoo from your locks of hair-

and in the next moment, you were pressed against the damp shower walls with sukuna kneeling before you. he takes a hold of both of your legs, allowing them to settle against his broad shoulders as he presses a kiss against your inner thighs, as if silently apologizing to you in his own way.

without wasting another second, sukuna dives into your slick flower, allowing his tongue to run up and down your folds as your hands automatically went to his hair. with the water cascading down on him, you felt yourself losing all resistance to him as the droplets ran down his gorgeously sculpted body.

if you thought his fingers worked absolute magic on you, then you were immediately sent to heaven when you could feel sukuna's tongue reaching deep inside of you. the pleasure you felt was red-hot and all-consuming, turning your mind blank as you arched your back against the slick shower walls.

"s-sukuna!" your release came even faster than before, perhaps due to the fact that you had been yearning for him this whole time. the moment you spilled your sweetness into his mouth, sukuna took the time to lap up all you had to offer with a guttural groan.

when sukuna was sure he had swallowed all evidence of your release was when he stood back to his full height. he shuts off the shower and takes you in his arms, making you moan when you felt his erection brushing up against your thighs.

"fuck, i didn't know how much i missed the taste of you..." he admits with a grunt while throwing you over his shoulder. neither of you seemed to mind how the water was dripping from both of your forms as sukuna tossed you against the edge of his king-sized bed.

you land against the plush mattress with a bounce, with sukuna settling himself between your legs as he worked on stroking himself to full hardness. his eyes were completely dilated, darkened with lust and what you realized was complete adoration for you before pushing himself into you.

you cry out and arch your body once more against his bed, feeling your slickness take him inch by inch, the sensation of it all taking your breath away until sukuna was buried to the hilt inside of you. you could feel his large hand touching at the slight bulge seen within your abdomen, letting out a dark chuckle before he began moving in and out of you.

he slides himself almost completely out of you before slamming his hips back in, making you cry out even more as all you could think of was the addicting feeling of his cock buried deep within you. he does not cease his movement, choosing instead to lean down as he fucked you into his bed.

"i thought about you deservin' more, you know?" he completes his statement with another powerful thrust, making you let out a choked moan in response. "i thought that bastard kento could be a good husband for you and do all that shit a good husband would do for a good woman like you-"

his pace turns faster now, becoming more relentless as he lets out a dark laugh, "but thinking about another man touching you drove me to the brink of insanity. i remember hearing you talk about going to lunch with that bastard, and i knew i had to stop you or else my jealousy would have killed him."

he groans before taking a hold of one of your legs, standing up as he tosses your leg over his shoulder while continuing his quick pounds inside of you. "yeah, i know i was hurtin' you, but i wanted to control you- play mind games with you so that you couldn't think of any other man but me."

sukuna's thrusts had become so prominent that his movements were enough to make your breasts bounce in response. "all those women you heard me fuckin' was a way to get you out of my head. each time i buried myself in them, i was thinkin' of you."

"oh, and that engagement? that's not happening. arisa is just a brat that wants to own everything she knows she can't have. i only have a partnership with her father and his company."

upon hearing his confession followed along with another thrust angled just right, you let out a moan, managing to lift you hands as you raked your nails down his chest in response. "you're a fucking bastard, you know that?"

"yeah?" sukuna lets out another chuckle while giving you a smug expression, kissing at your ankle as he kept on impaling his cock deep inside of you. "but i know you wouldn't want me any other way."

he was breathing heavily now, and you could feel him growing inside of you before he allows his large hands to play with your hardened bud, "come for me, be a good little dove and come for me."

as if your body was attuned to his voice, you felt an intense wave washing over you, making you see stars as your release was felt consuming you whole. with another grunt, sukuna leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans as you felt him twitch inside of you, painting your walls white with his seed.

your body felt so light, and the pleasure was certainly not helping with the sudden exhaustion you now felt. you were completely content, body turning slack when sukuna pulls out of you with a grunt.

you let out a mewl when he picks you up and settles your body on top of his bed, allowing him to settle between your leg as he laps up the evidence of your respective release. a soft sound of protest escapes from your lips, yet sukuna continues to clean your sensitive core, not stopping until he was satisfied.

when he was finished with cleaning you, he takes you in his arms with a grunt and places you on his chest. you were close to falling asleep, but managed to catch his whispered words-

"you belong to no one else but me."

{ watch me turn your mind into my home | mind - mind games until you lose control... until you lose control. }

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

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