Four And More (m)

Why do I feel this?

Lowkey wanna be a barn cat that all the cows know and befriend. M-maybe Bull! Bakugou bothers me for laughs? Who knows??

Let nature takes it course

As you please uwu

🍒HANTENGU CLONES CORRUPTION KINK SERIES🍒

pairings: sekido, karaku, aizetsu + urogi x inexperienced!virgin!reader

synopsis: the basis of this series is that reader is inexperienced and virgin. the clones are basically corrupting the reader's mind with ways on how to please them.

contents: nsfw, inexperienced!reader, virgin!reader, corruption kink, virginity loss, dirty talking, fingering, vaginal sex, oral (f&m receiving), praise kink, slut shaming, dry humping, thigh fucking, brat taming, overstimulating, squirting, cervix fucking, asphyxiation, biting, just the usual filth

💚 KARAKU VER: part one | part two | part three

❤️️ SEKIDO VER: part one | part two | part three

💙 AIZETSU VER: part one | part two | part three

💛 UROGI VER: part one | part two | part three

notes: reader is a female. reader uses she/her pronouns. in karaku's reader is referred to as "kiddo" but it used as a term of endearment. reader is of age. if you want to be tagged on every post publication, please just message me or leave a comment below!

taglist: @boba-is-a-soup

updated: 7.4.23

© 2023 demiesworld

objects in the mirror | j. togame

✮ tags ; afab!reader + fem!reader, reader is so painfully dense / naive, ambiguous relationships, friends to ???, somewhat unrelieved sexual tension, sex toys, guided masturbation kinda, kissing, groping, nipples play, squirting, dialogue heavy, vaguely post canon, petnames (kame-chan and jo-chan for togame, baby for reader) 18+

✮ wc ; 6.4k (you have got to be fucking with me)

✮ a/n ; the one fic i wont be mad if you ask for part two on lolol. title from a mac miller song (my favorite mac miller song) that reminds me of a lot of characters but i felt really fit this fic.

go listen to it. his best track. also this like... mega got away from me. togame sorry for blueballing you.

✮ synopsis ; your only goal is to have a half-way decent orgasm. togame, as your best friend, is determined to help you reach it.

"So," Togame leans back into your bed. "You bought a vibrator and... can't use it? Because you keep psyching yourself out?"

"Yeah," You sigh with your head hung low. "Paid good money for it and it's collecting dust in my drawer. I'm miserable."

Togame smiles a little from where he's laid across the width of your bed, back propped up against the wall slightly with his legs hanging off one edge. You kick his side lightly as he fails to contain his amusement.

"Do you enjoy seeing me suffer, huh? You take amusement in my pain, you bastard?"

"Pfft," He snickers, turning a little to face you better. "It's kinda hard not too. Just seems..."

"You think it's stupid," You frown. He scratches his jaw.

"I wouldn't say that. A little silly but—"

"Which is another word for stupid," You point out. He shakes his head.

"The connotations different. Stupid would mean I'm insulting you. I don't think it's stupid. Ridiculous, maybe." And then he laughs to himself like a jackass. "No... I take it back. It's definitely ridiculous."

"You asshole. I should kick you out of my house."

He smiles knowingly, lazy and bemused. "You're not gonna,"

Smug bastard. You groan in defeat. "But I should."

He doesn't reply, brushing you off as easy as ever. "Sorry. Just not sure what exactly you want me to do with that information."

You throw your hands up in the air. "I dunno? Fucking help me. Offer solutions. Use whats left of your brain after getting the shit beat out of you as a teenager. Something."

"Now who's being an asshole." He quips. You frown.

"I'm sorry," You say easily. Togame smiles softly though you miss it while you're looking away. "But...ugh."

"Got such a way with words." He hums sarcastically before sobering a touch. He's scrolling through his phone not entirely paying attenion. "I don't really get why you're askin' me. Don't you have better candidates for this conversation?"

You give him a long-suffering look. "No. Unfortunately I live here, so the answer is not really. I can't talk to Kotoha or Tsubaki about this. We talk about guys and stuff but it's usually pretty PG."

"So I'm your stand in for a girl best friend?"

You tilt your head. "Huh? No. You're just my best friend. I would bitch to you about this either way."

He stares at you for a long while before scrubbing a hand down his face. You can't understand his sudden reaction, watching in confusion as he takes a deep breath.

"Right. Right, I'm your best friend." Togame mutters mostly to himself, sighing before going back to his usual demeanor. He rubs his under his eye. "Really dunno what you're asking for. You can whine however much you want, though."

"I'm not whining," You pause before sighing again. "Okay. Maybe I am whining, like, a little. But you would too if you were me, okay? I want to..." You make a face, the words suddenly feeling clumsy on your lips. You're not even doing anything and you're getting all weird about it. "I just wanna...cum."

Togame pauses. He sits up, sort of suddenly after that and finally has the decency to take off his boots. He scoots to the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor to do it, and you can't see his face when he speaks again. You don't think twice about it.

"Have you not? Like... ever?"

"Huh? No, I have but it's not really satisfying. It doesn't scratch the itch for me, you know? That's what the toy was for."

Togame takes another minute or two of silence as he takes off his boots. You wonder if it always takes him so long to take them off. Seems inconvenient.

He goes back to laying down, leaning on the wall with his legs spread out. "What kinda toy is it anyway?

"Oh, it's—" You stop in the middle of your sentence, brow furrowing. "Wait. Should I be telling you this?"

"Are you suddenly gaining self-awareness? Little late for that." He smiles.

"That's true," You reply, relaxing again with your arms crossed. "Nothing complicated. A rabbit vibrator, but the kinda expensive ones."

"How much?"

"Twelve-thousand yen. I got it on sale too,"

"No wonder you're so peeved you can't use it," Togame comments evenly. "A lot of money to be collecting dust. You even take it out the box?"

You deflate all over again. "Yeah. Charged it. Cleaned it too. But I put it back."

"Lemme see,"

"Huh? Oh, okay. Sure."

You don't bother asking why Togame wants to see your sex toy. It doesn't occur to you that there'd be any reasons outside of plain curiosity which you can understand. Togame dated a girl long-term so he knows some things, but you figure any girl with a decent boyfriend wouldn't need to make the same use of toys as you do. It'd make sense he's never seen one up close and personal.

You scoot to the edge of the bed and lean slightly as you open the side drawer and pull the toy out where it sits in nice, cardboard package. You pass it off to Togame before sitting back comfortably against your headboard.

He sits the box in his lap and stares at it for a long while.

You wonder if this is weird.

It doesn't bother you much either way, but it it is...

Odd, just how long Togame stares at it. He undoes the top of the folded box, pulling it back to reveal the soft, baby blue vibrator. It's six inches long and curved, with a soft rubber attachment to stimulate your clit and angle for your g-spot at the same time. Made with a high quality velveteen silicone. It has a lot of settings, and does the sort of rumbly vibrations you know feel good as opposed to the mechanical buzz of cheaper kinds.

Completely unused, Togame holds in his hands for a while, grabbing it by the ends. He doesn't touch it in a way that's weird. More like he assesses it. Measures it. You don't know for what though.

"It's cute."

"Huh?"

"The vibrator, I mean." Togame comments, putting it back in the box. His expression is unreadable. Something simmers under the surface of his neutral face but you can't place what exactly. "It's a cute color and the little pointed part here is cute."

You place a hand on your chest and close your eyes in sincerity. "Thank you. I also think I have excellent aesthetic taste."

Another pause. Brief but not.

"Do you want help using it?"

"Wha—"

"The vibrator," Togame clarifies before you get through the rest of your sentence. "Do you want me to help you use it?"

Your mind blanks. Your mouth moves faster than you can.

"...In what way?"

Togame remains steady. "Getting you comfortable and putting in you. As far as solutions go, it's the best I've got."

...Huh?

"Wouldn't that be awkward for you?"

"Is it awkward for you?" Togame replies back.

You stop to consider the question then shake your head.

"I mean...It's you. I trust you and I'm grateful but this..." You furrow your brow and look towards him. "Can you really do something like that with me? Just to help me?"

"Yeah." He replies. The words come so easily to him you're startled. Was he always this casual? You guess in a way but still. It's surprising. "It's the most direct route to solve your problem, I think. Once you've done it once with someone else, you'll definitely be able to do it alone right?"

You reason about this and find it's a somewhat optimal solution. You can't figure out the exact source of your unease about all of it, though it's there. You can't figure out Togame either. You appreciate how much he seems to want to help you but it doesn't make your worries go away.

You frown a little deeper.

"You're thinking about it too hard." Togame interjects. His tone is warm and easy.

"You're not thinking about it hard enough," You respond back. "What are you trying to do anyway? To help."

"Scratch the itch for you. Just think of it like that."

"Does that do anything for you?"

He dodges the question. "Don't worry about me. I'm offering. Promise it's fine."

You frown with your legs crossed, staring at the empty space of the bed. "...I g-guess it's fine? I can't think of a reason to say no."

"You don't mind doing this with me? Or is it because you're okay with anyone?"

You shake your head.

"What are you saying? Of course it's because you're the one asking. I trust you."

He smiles genuinely at that, eyes closed in what seems like relief. "I just wanted to make sure."

Togame opens his eyes again and casts them your way. Your breathing feels shallow under the weighted glance. He sits up a little more and shrugs his jacket off his shoulders, placing it on the pillow next to you. He feels broader without the layer of fabric over his torso, white shirt stretching over his frame as he sits on the bed on his knees.

"Lay down. Get comfortable."

You nod, adjusting the pillows and things and trying not to feel self-conscious or get cold feet. It speaks to your desperation that you're taking this help so willingly and from your long time best friend no less. In the back of your head, you do feel a little strange.

Togame is just being a good friend, that's what you tell yourself. You believe it too.

He hovers above you first. You tilt your head to look at him, the short gap of space between you feeling particularly small while also being miles wide. Your stomach flutters as Togame's eyes fix on your lips.

He leans forward and presses his mouth to yours. It's chaste. You wonder if you look even half as surprised as you feel.

"What was that for?"

"Breaking the ice."

You mumble. "Oh..."

Togame kisses you again that time, and then one more time before speaking up. "You're so naive."

"Huh? No I'm not,"

He brushes you off again that time before sitting up again. He sits between your legs where you have them spread. You have no idea what he's thinking or why he's doing this.

Unlike most people, you usually do have a good read on what Togame is feeling. He's upfront most of the time, despite his posturing seeming wishy-washy. It's a little weird to feel so out of bounds around him, like he purposely has his guard up. You wonder if that guard is for you, or for him. Is he uncomfortable somehow? Is he trying not to hurt your feelings by not being interested? You're not really expecting that.

But if that were the case, there's no reason he would help you this way.

Before you get too entranced in your thoughts, Togame snaps you out of them.

"How do you normally do this?"

You blink and look up.

"Do what?"

"Get off," Togame answers. Your eyes meet and you find yourself wanting to look away. "You said it was unsatisfying so I thought it'd be better if we started there,"

"Uhm," You feel embarrassed trying to talk about this. You're not sure why. It's not something you'd feel self-conscious outside this specific context but Togame just seems more... intense then usual. Like he's being serious about your silly problem. "D-depends? Sometimes I watch porn or listen to audios or read. Not always."

"Got it. How do you touch yourself then?"

He looks expectant. You turn your head to look away from him. The minutes tick by.

"Uhm... just rubbing my c-clit usually. I have uhm, other toys I'll use sometimes too but I need to touch my clit to get off." You wonder if these are too many details. Togame is listening to it so carefully. "Uhm. If i-its too sensitive I'll touch over my clothes too. Sometimes I cum like that."

His face shifts. It lingers long enough for you to notice but not enough for you to process what it was. He's back to his usual self so quickly you wonder if you've made the entire thing up.

"Right. I think I know what your problem is,"

You feel a little relieved at that. "Really?"

He pauses before smiling a little with a friendly nod that reminds you of how you were when you were kids, a face that's unexpectedly kind. "Really."

You look at him expectantly.

"I think you're not building up to it enough." Togame comments, smoothly. You blink at him. "You're a girl, you know? Can't jump straight into it, you need to stimulate yourself more first and relax. You're so focused on cumming it backfires. I'll help you."

"How...?"

"I'll help you relax and help you figure out what you like. Don't think about it too hard and focus on feeling good."

"You really don't have to do this for me," You mumble. He smiles at you.

"C'mon. You just said I was your best friend right? I don't mind, so chill out and let me help."

"Okay," You nod, bright eyed. "Okay....thank you."

He makes a face at you before nodding. "Uh-huh. Of course."

Togame hovers above you with lazy smile. You close your eyes on instinct as you feel your lips press together. His lips are softer than you thought they'd be. A hand cups the back of your neck and brings you closer to him. The weight of his body makes you self-conscious about his proximity. You can smell the scent of his skin, feel his presence surround you as he kisses you soft to start.

The shift in the air surrounding you is gradual in a way that reminds you so much of Togame. He's not intense at the beginning, never is really is - but then his hand goes to hold your knees and pull your legs up. His tongue slips against the closed seam of your lips until they part, until he touches yours and you have to reconfigure how you breathe. He's so good at kissing you it makes you wonder if he's kissed you before and you can't remember. But then it feels good and you're reminded—

If it felt this good there's no way you would've forgotten it.

When you pull away for air to breathe, or start to stumble through a question on how this is helping - Togame shuts you up. It takes it happening twice for you realize it's deliberate. Every time he kisses you a little deeper, and the last time he slips his tongue in so far you'd think he's trying to eat you whole.

You're wet. You're unsure if you're allowed to feel guilty about it, or if you're even meant too. Anyone would be turned on getting kissed like this. You're really unsure about all of this but you're fine because it's Togame. There's no way he'd do anything bad to you or for you.

He's over protective in general, though he's rarely frank about it.

(If you were any less clueless, you'd would know that most times Togame is doing his best to protect from himself. Most times, he feels like the biggest danger to you)

Togame pulls away from your lips when you moan a little. You feel embarrassed at the state your left in and how he looks at you. Picking you apart in his mind but not with ill intent. Like he wants to know every thread of your want.

Again, you think he's going to tease you. Light but still teasing.

"Does that feel good?"

It's a serious question. It stuns you. Just a little. His hand on the back of neck feels hot. You notice the way his thumb caresses your nape and try not to stutter.

"Uh..y-yeah." You reply, trying not to look stupid. "I like kissing. Uhm. In general."

He doesn't react to that, nods in a way you find curt in comparison to how passionately he was kissing you just moments ago. "It'll help you relax." And then, a little softly. "If you want to kiss again and we're not already, ask."

An odd request but you acquiesce with another soft noise.

"Do you feel a little warmed up?"

His eyes are so strangely shaded in this light. You open your mouth to the awkward confession. "Oh... nn. I'm... y-yeah. I'm wet already."

"From kissing?"

You give him a sheepish look. Togame responds with another kiss that makes you feel like you're being driven into a corner. This one is hot and heavy, doesn't build up but starts with an almost oppressive air. He nips at you, teeth tugging at your lips and licking in earnest to your mouth. Long and deep until your brain feels melty, your thoughts swimming and clouded. Longing for touch and release. Arousal threads through the fibers of your muscles, makes you feel wound up tight - a serpents coil. You clench your thighs on instinct at the worsening wetness.

Your mouth feels swollen and bitten when you pull away again and Togame looks a little more like you're used to him looking. An underlying sense of smug self-satisfactions on his face as he looks down at you, not outweighed by his genuine ease.

A look on his face like he likes your company. You find him comforting in how easy it is to see.

"Is it okay to touch you in other places?"

"Uhm. Anywhere above the belt is fine, I think."

"Makes sense,"

He leans up and slides both hands underneath your hoodie. You're not really prepared for... this. You don't know if you can call it sex or not but whatever it is, you weren't intending for it to happening.

"You're not wearing a shirt," His hands feel so big on your waist. Big and calloused, split skin scarred over from fighting. "A bra?"

"A sports bra."

"Right."

He slides your hoodie up over your torso until it's bare and takes your sports bra along with it in one go. Your tits fall from them with a soft swish with how quick he does it, the light bounce making your skin grown hot. Togame hovers above you as he eyes them, palms just underneath but not touching.

"Stop looking so hard."

He brushes past that. "They're nice."

"Shut up," You say for the first time. Togame smiles slightly.

"Not a nice way to talk to someone who's helping you," He says sarcastically. You pout but refuse to apologize. He remains unbothered then goes back to being alarmingly serious. "Do you play with them?"

"H-huh? When I masturbate? Not really. I've never thought too."

"Why's that?"

You shrug. "The guys I dated used to touch them but it mostly felt weird, not good. Never thought of trying on my own."

He gives you a looking asking for permission. You nod. This really does not feel normal but the arousal clouding your brain is a lot louder than your sense of shame.

Togame's hands slide up your sides until he's cupping the roundness of your chest. His thumbs hover against hardened nipples, constrained in the touch. It's different than how other guys have done it for you. He's paying attention to that bit most, and he's going about it softly. Pushing the hardened bud with a light flick that sends a jolt of shock through your body.

He's quick to notice your reaction, green eyes flickering up before doing it again. You squirm, stretching your legs and shifting as another tick of arousal goes through your whole body. Your clit is starting to throb so much it hurts. If it were you, you would've started touching yourself a long while ago. As soon as you felt yourself get wet.

Togame is taking his time, though. And you're feeling it so much it's a little shameful for you. He does it again, touching your nipples - both side at the same time. Your body is pushing for more.

You've managed to keep the noise down but you're pushed over your usual limits. A moan spills from your lips as you push up into his touch. "That's good, huh? Just needed it a little softer and more focused."

You try not to be any more embarrassing. Wouldn't anyone feel weird over this?

He's the most important person in your entire life, and he's seeing you like this. Not judging you, just remaining even and consistent. Teasing you but not enough to make you upset. He's being so careful. Is this the kind of boyfriend he is? You think that must make him popular, so then... why does it never work out? He's never dated anyone longer than a year.

But he's being so sweet to you despite not dating. He's always kind but this is different. You can't imagine who would see this part of him and break up.

You try not to think about any of this but the only other thing you can focus on is him rubbing your nipples and how nice it feels. The moan of his name is pitchy, sounds foreign to your own ears with how high and broken it is.

"Kame-chan," Your voice is warbly when you ask. You just want to stop thinking. "Kiss?"

He pauses. You think he's going to deny you at first.

"Fuck. That ain't fair, you know?"

You don't know what he means, but he complies and kisses you open mouthed as he plays with your tits. Rubs and flicks them just the way you like. It feels so good. You've never felt anything like it before. Your tummy flutters, honeyed lust dripping down your inner thighs.

Your body moves on it's own, your hands carding through his hair as arousal starts to pool. Your panties feels soaked and sticky, through the fabric. You shift again trying to relieve the feeling, brain scrambled by Togame's touch.

You're so horny you can't make sense of anything. Your body is a relentless echo of your wants and needs - demanding attention. His attention, specifically. Need curls up in your chest.

Between kisses you confess this to Togame, who you trust now more than ever despite feeling so incredibly vulnerable. How could you not go with it when he's taking such good care of you?

"Wanna cum so bad," You mutter, sloppy between kisses. Togame takes in a deep breath as he pulls away.

"You think you're worked up enough for it?"

You see through him instantly even in your haze. "Don't be mean to me, you jerk."

"Caught me, huh? Okay, okay. How do you normally do this?"

"Do what?"

"Fuck yourself with something,."

The words send heat sparking against your spine. You tuck your face against his jacket where it's laying besides you and huff. It smells like him. "Ngh. Usually finger myself a little first."

"Got a good idea then." He hums. The sound of his voice, low and smooth, makes you feel comforted. "I'll lay next to you and help keep you distracted while you open yourself up, yeah? Nothing below the belt 'n all. And when you're already I'll put in for you and turn it on."

You sniff. "Okay."

He smiles at you, pulling his hands and body away from you before laying besides you instead. He lets you rest your head against his arm and shoulders - sneaking the rest of his arm around and underneath you, squeezing one of your tits. He presses your body into him and gropes around the bed for the box with your toy, grabbing it from inside before shoving it away.

Up close, you can feel his muscles even better than you could. You wonder how someone so relaxed could be this built but try not to let it burden your brain. He smells so nice. Did he always? You feel too horny to remember, but you like it.

You can feel him glancing down at you, amused.

"Comfy?" Togame's voice vibrates through your whole body.

"Uh-huh."

"If you turn your head towards me I can kiss you and touch you. Keep your mind occupied a bit."

"Oh. That makes sense."

"It does right? Go ahead and start."

You think you should tell him not to watch. Keeps his eyes for himself. But the focus of his gaze makes you burn so much hotter you don't bother. He's already seen so much, anyway.

You shimmy out of your sweat pants until they're down at your ankles revealing your panties. Baby blue printed boyshorts, fabric soaked until they look a nearly new navy shade. You feel his laughter less than you hear it, turning your head to glare at him. He smiles a little at you.

"Those are cute too," Togame comments. You can hear his voice so clearly like this you think you'll collapse if you pay too much attention to it. "Too bad you made 'em all messy."

You swallow a sound, too horny to protest. He stops you before you can take your panties off.

"Didn't you say you normally touch over the fabric when you're sensitive? Do that."

"But—"

"Just trust me," He promises. He kisses your hair. Your heart thuds when he does it. It's an innocent gesture. "It'll make it more satisfying, okay?"

Your shaky as you spread yourself a little wider and slip your hand down between your legs. All the desire you're holding starts to unwind as your middle finger slides over the soaked seam of your cotton panties. They're cuter than normal, printed with florals and lace trimmed. Absolutely drenched in your arousal. You rub a small circle into your clit and your whole body breaks out into shivers, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.

You could cum like this. Just from this. But you want something more, something better so you force yourself to go slow.

"It's messy," Togame hums, nonchalant. "You get easier than I thought you would. Are you going slow so you don't cum right away?"

"Don't point it out, aah,"

"You should cum if you want too," Togame suggests.

"No," You whine. "Wanna cum with the toy."

"Wanna cum with a cock inside you, ya mean? A silicone one but still. Not enough to just touch yourself, you need something more, is that it?"

He says the words so casually, so lightly. Almost friedly despite how filthy they are. There's no malice in them.

Spoken like high praise or affection. The kind you'd show a kitten,.

"Kame—"

"Didn't know your had such a need pussy. No wonder it's hard to cum all by yourself, huh?"

"Stop being mean," You gasp. "I'll cum,"

He laughs at that. It's genuine and bright.

"Too much for ya, huh? S'okay. Take these off now. Finger yourself. Make sure you get all that mess you made so we can use on your toy. It'll hurt if it's dry going in."

You feel blindsided by just how much Togame is talking. He's been so quiet, so brief and unreadable. He feels like his usual self too much, to your complete detriment. His voice is teasing, yet warm and sweet. He smells good and he's pressing you all against his chest. Your fingers tremble as you slide your panties down to your ankles same as before. You end up shimmying the rest of your clothes off.

You're so aroused it's easy to get the first finger in. Your hole twitches, the entrance pleasurable as slowly ease your middle finger down to knuckle. You til your head towards Togame as you get adjusted to the intrusion easily from how wet you are, pouting your lips. He gives into the kiss right away, warm tongue and soft lips familiar to you now. You ease yourself into the pace of his kiss, whimpering into his mouth as you slowly open yourself on second finger.

"I want it so bad," You mumble. He laughs against your mouth.

"I can tell. Can barely string a sentence together. You want to cum huh?"

"Uh-huh."

"What a naughty pussy. You're trembling from just fingering yourself. Won't you cum right away if I put in you at once? I'll have to go slowly," Togame explains. He speaks the filth so naturally. "Take my time so you're stretched nicely and not scared anymore. I'll turn the vibrator on after it's already inside so you can't run away from it. You can cum to your hearts content, then."

"I'm still scared," You admit. You're just so horny you're unsure of what else to do. He leans down to kiss you again, nose brushing against yours intimately.

"Don't be scared. Just focus on stretching so you're not so tight. I'll praise you if you take it in easily."

Your voice gives once you manage to get a third in. Togame doesn't stop kissing you, barely giving you enough air to breathe. He plays with your chest with his free hand, and holds the toy with the other.

A string of spit connects you. Your thighs are aching, body burning hot as you look at him directly.

"Wanna cum," You slur your words, speaking in short sentences. Togame grins a little.

"Take your fingers out and show them to me."

Your stomach flips but you comply with the request. Your face burns from how soaked they are.

"Good. Rub them on the toy now. Get it as sticky as you can."

Your heart is pounding is loud in your ears as you clumsily coat your new toy with your own mess. You watch it gain a fresh shine, baby blue turning reflective as you push it against and between your fingers until all of it's coated as best you can.

"That's it, good. Spread your legs now. Gonna put it in. Want me to kiss you?"

You nod sheepishly and close your eyes. Togame laughs warmly before kissing you again.

Your whole body throbs in anticipation for it. A muscular forearm and hand slip between your legs as you spread yourself open, your feet flat on the bed for easier access. Togame forces his tongue into your open mouth, kissing you wet and hard as he tweaks your nipples. You feel pleasantly suffocated from the pressure before gasping into his mouth.

The swollen silicone head of your toy stretches your pussy more than you thought it would. You've never had a toy with angles so the sensations are all new. You can feel it so well inside of you, you can barely keep your composure long enough to stop moaning as just the tip slides in. Togame swallows each noise from your mouth. His kisses feel almost ferocious now when they were so composed before, free hand cupping your jaw from one side.

He fucks it in slowly, rocking the toy by its handle slowly until you get used to it - giving you moments between to adjust. You can feel it bottom out inside of you, the head pressing so precise on your swollen gspot you could cum from bucking your hips. Your sensitivity is over the top. Every touch and and tease and bump makes your cunt clench and throb.

The blunt end of the rubber attachment presses against your needy little clit. Togame moves the toy a little, fucking you with it slightly again. Barely. It still nearly makes you cum.

You feel like he's edging you. Anymore than this, you think you'll go crazy.

"Kame-chan." Your voice is beyond wrecked, throat as one of your hands reaches to cling desperately to his short sleeves. You fist it, teary. "Jo, turn it on please. Make me cum. Wanna cum so bad, 'm so close, please, please. C'mon."

"Turning it on, baby. Easy."

The word baby makes your body melt.

A slight click sounds as Togame turns on the vibrator.

Your whole body lurches at the sudden change. Togame pins you with his own, keeps his hands steady and the toy inside of you without skipping a beat. The soft whirr of the first setting completely unravels you. It feels like every nerve in your body is being pulled apart, electricity through a frayed copper wire. The muscles in your body aching with anticipation after so many dissatisfying orgasms clench tight as your body prepares itself for something so vast your mind can't process it at all. Your hands fist at your sides, clutching the sheets as you get close to cumming.

You're thrashing from the sensation. It's so much, too much - you've never felt anything like it before. You feel full and euphoric and your head is spinning. It feels so good it terrifies you, makes you clench up hard in how unbearably unrelenting it is. There's no pace, no where to escape from. The vibrations are strong but not overwhelming to the point you can't feel them.

You're so senstive all over your body and it's touching you in two places.

Your spine starts to curl into an arch, hips stuttering and twisting as you feel it rushing over your consciousness. Fuck, you've wanted this for so long. It's exactly the high you've been chasing after on your own for so many months it's making your brain feel like like mush. Animal instinct forces your hips up, bucking against Togame's hand where he holds the toy. You're fucking yourself on it. You can hear him laugh as he moves to meet you ruts.

You feel like you're losing your fucking mind.

"G-gonna—fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I can't, I can't, I can't. Feels so good, Ican't."

He leans in and gets close to your ear, tongue caressing the lobe before biting it soft.

"Yes you can. You want it so bad don't you? Wanna cum all over this cock so bad you've been aching for it. I know you want it, I can see it. Look how much your moving your hips." His voice is shaking, hands flicking your nipples messy and harsh as he speaks. "Look what a mess you're making. You're leaking everywhere. You want it badly right? Don't think about it and cum. Cum as much as you want. Cum for me,"

The last words are the ones to snap the thread inside of you.

Your brain bluescreens as your body seizes before finally, finally giving you the orgasm you've been chasing. You smash your lips against Togame's as your spine arches off the bed, thrashing in place. Something in you undoes - and you feel a wet rush spray from between your legs at the same time your orgasm hits. Your mind feels completely and utterly blanked. Your body is in total rapture, uncontrollable pleasure fucking your brain until you're stupid and slack jawed. It feels so good, so so good. You didn't know anything could ever feel that good in your life. It's scary.

You feel like you could get addicted. Your high rides out for much longer than ever before. In between sloppy kisses, you say the same words over and over and over. Togame grips you close to him as you do.

"Jo," You mutter. "Thank you, thank you, thank you—feels so fffucking good, fuck. I can't, I can't. Off, off. 's too much, I'll pee."

Instead of turning it off, he turns the vibration up by one. Your eyes fly open as you gasp, words rushed. Panicked.

"I can't," You swear, looking at him for mercy. His face is flushed. "I can't, Jo-chan, I'll cum again, I'll—"

"Cum." He says, demands - voice rougher than you've heard it all night. "I know you can. Cum,"

On demand practically, your legs seize up and you cum again a second time in near succession. You feel so fucking incredible you think you're going to die.

"Fuck!"

You squirt again, body nearly giving out as more short spurts soak your sheets and mattress. Your pussy is pulsing in the after math, trembling and clenching so violently. You whine loudly as Togame stops the vibration and pulls the toy out, shivering as it catches on your tight hole before coming out of it with a soft pop.

Your legs are twitching.

Even though Togame has no more reason to kiss you he does. And even though you're well past the point of needing to kiss him back, you do more affectionately than any time prior.

"You made me feel so good it's freaking me out." You admit, shaking uncontrollably.

Togame pauses before breaking out into genuine laughter. He kisses your head, arm wrapping around your shoulders until you're hugged against him.

"You were so sexy like that."

You blink at him, face flushed.

"Sexy?"

"I was really hard seeing you cum," He says, casually looking down. "I didn't know you could be cute and ask for kisses. You're usually more—"

You put a hand over his mouth.

"Whatever you're gonna say shut up,"

He just smiles, cheek against your hair. "I'm glad you got to feel good."

"What about you?" You mumble, feeling your heart pick up just asking. "Are you still hard? I feel like I should pay you back somehow,"

He looks at you seriously. "Do you know what you're implying?"

You fold a little but nod anyway. "Yeah."

"Do you really? The monk thing is a joke, you know. If you offer something like that, I won't be able to stop."

"It's fine," You say confidently before adding, much quieter. "I r-really want to do... it with you."

Togame pauses before kissing you deeply. Your whole body feels molded to him now.

"Damn it." He looks down at you, black hair sticking to his skin. You wanna feel his undercut with your hands in his hair. "You know this ain't normal between friends, right?"

"Uhm, yeah? I figured."

"Don't go around getting help from anyone."

You shake your head. "It's only 'cause it's you."

He scrubs a hand over his face and laughs. "You don't need to stir me up anymore. I'm already hard enough. Can't keep my composure at all."

You tilt your head in confusion. Togame just sighs.

"Don't worry about it." He says, shaking his head. "How soon can I get my thanks?"

Your eyes widen as you clench again. "Uhm. Now, if you want it."

He grins a little lazy, eyes swimming with adoration.

"I do," He hums, laying back as you get up from where you've been laying. "Come over here and let me touch you properly then."

"Is that what you really want?"

You climb ontop of him, bare naked almost as your hoodie falls back down over your torse. Togame slides the fabric up and gives you a meaningful look.

"More than anything,"

Would love to hear about shigaraki liking shy girls👀 because he’s 100% terrible at it. He tries to be smooth, or what he thinks is smooth, but more often than not it comes out harsh or awkward and makes them even more nervous and withdrawn. Which leads to him getting frustrated and then being too blunt and the girls are just like “...okay”

asdgkh;asdl ok ok YES and i'll preface this by saying that everyone who reads this should go check out @/ringpop-poppy who started this conversation and is a fantastic writer i just got very very excited MINORS DNI

BUT

Shigaraki orders pizza to the league headquarters, and there you are, unable to make eye contact, which suits him just fine, being a wanted criminal.

"H-here," You hand him the pizza and turn away, ready to take off towards your shitty car, parked illegally.

"I didn't pay." He says, realizing a second too late how fucking stupid that is, how fucking stupid he is, for drawing more attention to himself, for turning down a free pizza.

"Oh!" You turn on your heels, snow falling on your ugly nubby polo, "Oh my god, thank you so m-much," You turn, looking at him, so genuinely grateful it warms an ember so deep within himself he thought it had cooled permanently a long time ago. He digs for his wallet, and hands you the cash. You don't drop your smile, bowing your head to him.

"Thanks um, again, sir." He just nods, cock twitching in his pants at the nickname. He swears he doesn't mean to, just going for a walk, but he finds himself walking with his hood up, to the pizza place you work at, hangs around when you're around, not quite coming in, not quite leaving. Tells himself he' isn't following you home, just still walking, it just happens to be where you're walking.

At least, that's what he tells himself the first time, and the second time, but by the third time, he's owning it. Doesn't care. He's suffered, isn't he entitled to this, to watching your cute little hands shake in the cold as you fumble with the key to your apartment building's front door? To watch you rip off your ugly work shirt in your shitty little apartment, to see your plain bra, your panties that never match it, what crappy tv show you turn on low volume so that it doesn't feel like you're eating alone? He doesn't know for sure that's what you're doing but, thats what he does.

Dabi starts teasing him, and he hates it, he's filled with a new angry frustration, and fucking his fist to the thought of you doesn't help. He orders more pizza and get's inhumanely angry when you're not the one who delivers it.

"Where's the girl," He breathes, voice soft and light, beliying his appearance. The guy shrugs.

"She called in sick." He waits expectantly, but Shigaraki doesn't tip him, barely waiting until he's pulled away to start off to walk to your apartment, unsure why, mind full of you, alone, feverish, you stupid fucking thing, you definitely didn't have health insurance, definitely didn't have medicine.

He yanks the flimsy door to your shitty building open, and stalks up the stairs, unsure of what he'll do when he gets to the door, he can't, he can't knock. Can he? Turns out he doesnt have to make a choice.

You open the door, conspicuously bundled, only your eyes visible, but it's enough face for him to realize you definitely recognize him, a nervous squeak coming from under your scarf.

"Where are you going?" He asks, unbidden, aware of how strange the question is, he can see the flush on your face, the faraway look in your eyes.

"T-to the drugstore." You mumble.

"No." He says, and you cock your head at him, not arguing, what a sweet fucking thing, no, you need him, or someone's going to take advantage of your gentle demeanor, he can't believe he's found someone whose actually pure, actually kind, actually good, in this absolutely fucked world. "I'll take you." You sniff, and then look at him with soft trust.

"A-alright."

gonna post this here too

Includes| izuku midoriya x fem! Reader

Warnings| fem! pronouns, everyone’s bisexual [they’re fucking each other], reader dislikes men [in general], implied age gap, noncon filming, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex.

Notes| repost from my old blog. this is my favourite characterization of deku that i have written.

“Keep it professional, nerd,” Katsuki— the hypocrite who has, in fact, fucked several of his employees— says.

Izuku ignores him. Not because of the hypocrisy, but because he knows better than to jeopardize your already strenuous relationship. He doesn’t need a warning from the Zeus of the pro hero community to keep it professional with you. Unlike the vast majority of his employees who happen to be fans at minimum, you despise him. Not him specifically but he likes to tell himself it’s only him, it makes him feel special. You almost remind him of a young, decidedly stupider, Kacchan.

He glances at his friend out of the corner of his eye, finding his eyes glued to you. Izuku can’t help but laugh. “Stay away from my sidekicks. Especially that one,” he says. “She’s not like the others and I don’t mean that in a good way. I mean it as a threat.”

Katsuki bristles. “Found yourself a me then?”

Izuku sips carefully from his glass. “She’s better than you, her attitude isn’t as bad and she’s nowhere near as self-righteous or confident as you were at her age. What I mean is she doesn’t particularly like men.”

Katsuki’s head swivels toward him. At Izuku’s narrowed eyes and clenched jaw Katsuki begins to cackle. “Oh my God,” he wheezes.

Izuku takes another sip, tongue snaking out to dampen his lips. Shouto steps up beside Katsuki, glances between them both and then turns in your direction.

“Ah, I see. The new intern?”

Katsuki nods jerkily as he recovers from his laughing fit. “Deku finds someone attractive for the first time in fuck knows how long and they don’t even like men.”

Shouto gives Izuku a pitying smile, and Izuku glares at him. “She’s attracted to men,” he clarifies, icily. “She just- she’s not happy about it.”

“I think if I had to wake everyday and be attracted to men…” Shouto trails off dramatically. “I wouldn’t be happy about it either.”

Katsuki and Izuku turn to him simultaneously. Izuku with a raised brow and Katsuki with a knowing smirk. Shouto blinks innocently back at them. Izuku’s eyes trail the length of Shouto. Dragging over the immaculately styled dual strands of his hair, twinkling eyes, soft lips dented by teeth so white Izuku has to remind himself that Shouto’s actually been in toothpaste commercials.

He cocks his head, a smile splitting his features at his friends attire. A cream colored button up with the top buttons undone to expose the single gold strand of a chain that loops around his neck, a circular pendant— with his mother’s name scrawled across the diameter— is nestled against his exposed chest. He wears it under matching navy trousers and blazer. On one hand he wears a thick gold ring on his middle finger and another smaller one on his index, on the other a thick gold bracelet clinks against an expensive looking watch.

He looks everything like the spoilt son of a billionaire. He even looks a little like the playboy the press imagines him to be. Shouto wears his industrial bar across the top of his ear but has neglected to wear anything in the other piercings on his face. If Izuku didn’t know him as well as he did he might have bought whatever Shouto had been forced to sell tonight.

“They’re trying to make me an eligible bachelor,” Shouto scowls. Katsuki chokes on his drink.

“What?”

“No fucking way.”

Shouto rolls his eyes. “I imagine they think declaring me a bachelor will end our arrangement.”

Katsuki’s eyebrows disappear into his hairline. “Do you want to end our arrangement?”

Shouto gives him an incredulous look. “Don’t be stupid Bakugo.”

“Yeah, Kacchan don’t be stupid,” your voice has all three of them bristling.

“The fuck are you calling Kacchan?” Katsuki whirls on you. From a distance you looked beautiful but up close Izuku has to remind himself to breathe. He almost has to manually force the air through his lungs and into his heart.

Dressed in his agency’s colours you look regal, he wonders how many supposed gentlemen have tried to compliment you tonight only to be ignored. Or worse, openly glared at. He’d never met a more prickly person in his life, he couldn’t compare you to a wild animal either because other than your dislike for men you were an actual angel. He’d seen you with kids while on patrol and the elderly and even with hurt men and women. Your presence was like a balm to them. And yet you could pull apart a man’s pride without uttering a single word.

It was a little unnerving.

Izuku watches with rising amusement as your eyes widen. Evidently you hadn’t realized they’d overheard you. You attempt to scramble backward but Shouto is quick to stop you. One hand snapping out before you’re out of reach and drawing you into their semi circle.

“What did you hear?” he asks. His tone takes on that of his hero persona and for a second Izuku thinks you may begin to cry. To his surprise however you manage to compose yourself. Your eyes fall briefly to where Shouto’s grip still remains on your arm and then back to his face.

“Something about an arrangement,” you try to sound casual but your voice cracks at the end and Katsuki grins wolfishly. For all your bravado against Izuku, the number two and three heroes could instill an embarrassing amount of fear in you. For some reason you were more terrified of Shouto— arguably one of the nicest, though a little absentminded, men to ever exist— than Katsuki— the walking bomb.

“Something about an arrangement?” Shouto repeats doubtfully. “Is that all?”

You gulp, clearly you no longer trust your voice because you elect to give a jerky nod in answer.

“Now, now,” Katsuki croons and it’s at this exact moment that Izuku catches on to what the other two are about to do. “Use your voice, sweetheart.”

You go absolutely rigid in Shouto’s arms. Izuku feels like he watches your fear evaporate, making room for what he now recognizes is the precursor to a tongue lashing. He can’t identify the emotion but he can tell by the way your lips press into a form line and your hands curl into a fist. “Excuse me? That is inappropriate.” You try to pull your arm out of Shouto’s hold. “Seriously? I said I heard something about an arrangement. That’s it, no need to keep me around any longer. Let go of me.”

Izuku purses his lips in annoyance. “Is it inappropriate? Or are you just quick to assume everyone is flirting with you? He calls everyone sweetheart. It’s a little egotistical of you to think every man who talks to you is trying to flirt isn’t it?”

The words are out before he can stop himself, Shouto looks uncharacteristically satisfied by your embarrassment.

“Let’s not forget you were eavesdropping on what should have been a conversation among friends,” Shouto adds. He releases your arm, straightening to his full height. “I don’t believe that’s all you heard but I have no way of proving otherwise. Just know that if anything we’ve discussed before this moment ends up in the media you’ll be the first on my list of suspects, sweetheart.”

Izuku knows all of your tells. It’s part of his job as your boss to point out your weaknesses, and as he watches you clasp your hands tightly to hide their shaking he smiles.

“It’s fine Shouto,” he sighs. “I’ll handle this.”

He takes a step toward you, his smile growing when you take a deep breath. Your lids flutter and you take the hand he’s offered you gingerly. The tension in your body as Izuku guides you through the crowd of pros and celebrities makes him chuckle.

“Relax,” he whispers to you. “I’m only finding us somewhere quiet to talk.”

That makes it worse. “How do I know you’re not going to murder me to keep me quiet?”

Izuku laughs. “If you think you’ve heard anything worth being killed for then I’ll let you go right now.”

Your grip on his arm tightens as he steps into an empty room near the entrance. Discarded tables and chairs litter the space. You don’t let go of his arm as he leads you to a table with chairs surrounding it.

Even in private Izuku’s manners come naturally, he pulls your chair out and helps you into it before taking his own.

“So, what did you really hear?” he asks, unbuttoning his suit jacket and shrugging out of the material.

Izuku Midoriya is the reason you dislike men. Not him exactly, but everything he represents with his deliciously messy curls and freckles, and those vibrant green eyes. He’s what you imagine the perfect man should not only look like but act like.

And while it should pain you to admit that any man is perfect, it doesn’t bother you as much as it should to admit that Izuku ‘Deku’ Midoriya is. And therein lies the issue of why he must still be disliked. For all his perfection you doubt he’s any different from every other man on the planet behind closed doors. So yes, he is the reason you dislike men because everything that glitters is definitely not gold.

You mean that with only a small portion of your brain though because the majority of it has zeroed in on the bunching of his shoulders under his dress shirt as he removes his jacket and thus disagrees. And your heart and pussy disagree immensely with that small portion of your brain because why on Earth would such a beautiful man be created if not to be gold? Your heart sinks as he begins to fidget with his cuffs.

Your pussy gives a helpless spasm as he begins to carefully fold the sleeve up, uncovering his forearms for your eyes. You gulp.

“Are you going to tell me? Or…” he doesn’t look at you as he does the same to the other arm. You try to focus on what you should be answering but the sudden exposure of the tanned flesh of his arms, chorded with muscles and littered with scars and veins has you distracted.

He clears his throat. Both hands settle on the table in front of him, the fingers of one hand begin to drum the surface of the table while the other lays palm up and relaxed.

For a moment you allow yourself to venture into dark waters. The kind that would drown you in the sensation of his fingers dragging along every exposed inch of your skin. Maybe dipping into the plunging neckline of your dress, or trailing along the exposed flesh of your thigh. Maybe he’ll be the one to find out that you couldn’t wear underwear with this dress. Those thick fingers brushing unknowingly close to your dampened pussy. And then maybe, maybe they’d climb higher, the bruised knuckles of his hands teasing at the plump lip of your cunt.

Izuku snaps his fingers, and you jump, slamming a hand against your pounding heart. He mistakes your reaction for fear and you watch as he makes an effort to visibly relax each of his muscles. Your pussy clamps down on nothing when his fingers flex, he reclines in his seat, drawing his hands to the edge of the table. He props one elbow on the chair arm and the other on the table.

“The faster you tell me what you heard the faster you can get out of here,” he tries again.

“I- I don’t know what I heard,” you admit. Their conversation about arrangements and Shouto’s apparent status as a bachelor didn’t make sense to you. Whatever their arrangement was it remained a secret that only they knew. “I heard about the bachelor thing and the arrangement…but it was out of context. I have no idea what you were talking about.”

You almost pat yourself on the back for getting that out with minimum mumbling. He blinks.

“I guess that’s right but you really can’t put two and two together?” he asks skeptically.

You’re not sure if you should feel insulted or complimented by the fact that he expects you to. There’s really no substance to what you heard and you weren’t eavesdropping on purpose, you were trying to get to the bathroom at the other end of the room. It was merely a coincidence that you passed that close to them.

You turn over the conversation in your head. Why would making Shouto a bachelor convince him to end an arrangement with the number one and two heroes? Furthermore, what kind of arrangement did they have that could be affected by Shouto’s status as a bachelor? You stare at Izuku, he stares back.

He runs a hand through his hair and immediately the curls return to their previous positions. You continue to stare until he lifts a quizzical brow at you. And then as though a puzzle has been revealed to you all the missing pieces begin to fill in. Your face heats, your mouth falling open before you can stop yourself.

“I see you’ve made four?”

“Oh—”

A sudden image of Izuku Midoriya kissing Shouto Todoroki flits through your head and your body erupts in a wave of heat. You stand quickly, fear that you’ll leave a damp spot on the dress driving you. You brace your hands on the table. Another image of a hot tempered blonde kissing Izuku has your breath leaving you in a near whimper.

Why would the Universe ever make it so that those three could fuck each other? Belatedly you wonder if there is a law prohibiting something that delicious, that beautiful— another image of a very naked Katsuki on his knees with Shouto’s cock in his mouth has you swaying—from existing.

A buzzing fills the air and you glance down to find black whip wrapped securely around your waist. Izuku still sits, reclined in the chair but his eyes have darkened. The bright emerald melting to a green that reminds you of rainforests.

“You can’t leave until we discuss what you plan to do with whatever it is you think you know,” he says calmly. Black whip tightens around you in warning before snapping back into Izuku. You realize with a jolt that you’re shaking.

“You- you have- you’re in a relationship?” The question is almost a screech.

“We’re not,” he shakes his head. “Sit down. Please.”

You drop like lead into the chair, your dampened pussy not forgotten but if you’d really just learned that the top three heroes fucked each other, a wet pussy was the least of your problems.

“I’m not answering any of your questions about what we have until you tell me how I can stop you from telling anyone else.”

You laugh, admittedly it’s a bit hysterical but he couldn’t be serious. “Who the fuck is going to believe me?”

Izuku begins to drum with his fingers again. “You’re one of my sidekicks, they’d believe you well enough.”

You blink at him, stupefied. “No offense, Deku, but it would be your word against mine. That is, the word of a sidekick, who everyone would assume is just an obsessed fan, versus the word of award winning Pro Heroes.”

Izuku smiles at you. You’re stunned by the fact that it’s genuine. “Everyone who knows you, knows you’re not a fan. In fact, it’s pretty common knowledge around the agency that you don’t particularly like men.” He shrugs. “The story we could spin is that you’re trying to take down three of the most powerful men in Japan because of your personal vendetta against our species.”

Your heart thuds loudly. He’s right. “I- it’s- I would never do something like that,” your voice drops to a whisper. “You have no reason to believe me but- but I respect you. I respect all of you, I know it must have taken a lot of work to get where you are and I respect that.”

Your eyes fall to the mass of scars on his hands from several breaks during his teenage years. You pause, considering his words. “Why would- why would it be spun like that? I mean, so what if you’re gay?”

“We’re bisexual,” he corrects. “And the masses wouldn’t care and I don’t either, in fact none of us care. It’s the fact that it’s not just two of us…or three for that matter.” You blanch, how many other pros were fucking each other? But it shouldn’t be that surprising, it was hard finding someone who could remain discreet about sleeping with a pro. “What we want is to let the public know on our own terms, when we’re ready. Though Shouto really, really doesn’t care.”

He sits up, propping both elbows on the table. “It wouldn’t destroy our image,” he admits. “But of course that depends on who’s telling the story.”

It makes sense. If this information got out and into the wrong hands it could be spun several ways. “You don’t have to buy my silence,” you say.

Izuku’s smile widens. “I never really planned to. I can have an NDA drawn up in fifteen minutes and you’d sign it like a good girl whether or not we had this conversation.”

Your mind grinds to a sudden halt, your cerebrum stepping harshly on the brakes at the ‘good girl’ casually thrown into the sentence. You have to give it a moment to restart before you can respond. “So- so why- I don-”

“I wanted a reason to talk to you outside of work.”

Rage simmers only for a second before you remember the situation you’re in.

“You’re welcome to be angry,” he nods. “Were you enjoying yourself?”

The sudden shift in conversation is not helping your already stumbling brain. “Uh- yes?”

He chuckles, “Is that a question?”

“It’s not,” you clear your throat, eyes falling to the table. “I was enjoying myself.”

“I’m sorry if we spoiled it for you,” the sincerity of his words catches you off guard.

“It’s fine,” you shrug. “The night’s not over yet.”

“You’re right, it’s not,” he cocks his head as he regards you. “Why do you hate men so much?”

“I don’t hate men,” you reply automatically. “I think men have their purpose.”

Izuku’s eyebrows disappear into his hairline. “And what is our purpose?”

“I couldn’t tell you,” you shrug. You're not sure why you’re making an effort not to insult him.

“Okay…let’s try this again,” he chuckles. “Why are you single?”

“Because I have no reason to be in a relationship.” You smile tightly. “Deku? Does this conversation fall into the inappropriate category?”

Izuku’s chuckle turns into a full laugh. “I think we may have crossed inappropriate a few sentences back.”

You stare at him, he stares back.

“Well?” he prompts.

“What would I do with a boyfriend?”

“Don’t answer my question with a question.”

“I wouldn’t know what to do with a boyfriend,” you cross one leg above the other, your slit widening just enough to expose the top of your thigh.

“If you’re trying to tell me you’ve never had a boyfriend I don’t believe you.”

“I’m not trying to tell you that,” you shrug.

“I think I should be more direct,” Izuku tugs on his tie and if he adds anything you don’t hear him because you’re focused on the way he pulls the silky material free from his collar, his finger hooked in the knot as he frees it from the shirt. He lays it on the table between you and works the top button at the base of his throat open, his fingers massage his Adam’s apple.

He says your name and your eyes snap up to his. Heat settles in your chest and face when you realize he’s caught you staring. “What I really want to know is if you’re sexually active…”

You blink rapidly. No, you must have misheard. Surely, he wouldn’t ask you something like- “Excuse me?”

“You don’t have a boyfriend, you don’t want a boyfriend, so what do you do to curb your sexual desires?”

“I have toys,” you reply. His lips twitch, eyes trailing along your body and lingering on your thigh. For a moment it doesn’t register that you’ve answered his question but then it does, and your simmering rage resurfaces with a vengeance. “Is that all Deku? I’d like to get back to the party before this crosses further into inappropriate territory?”

“So, you haven’t had a real cock inside of you in how long?”

Your mouth moves before you can stop yourself. “A long time.”

“Do you miss it?”

You become aware of how far across the table he’s leaned just as you become aware of the dampness between your thighs. You gulp, your rage fizzling out. You get the distinct feeling the number one hero is about to proposition you. So you answer honestly.

“Yes.”

He doesn’t hide his surprise at your honesty. “And if I was offering to help you with that how would you feel?”

“I’d accept.”

This time his mouth falls open. “You’re- you’re serious?”

“I think I’m already neck deep in shit and while I’m here I should enjoy it,” you swallow the nerves climbing your throat. He blinks once, twice, three times before he stands.

“C’mon,” he reaches for your hand. “I have room upstairs.” You stand carefully, conscious of the mess you’ve made of your thighs. He reaches into the pocket of his slacks and hands you a keycard. “I’ll get the spare from the front desk and meet you in fifteen minutes.”

He pulls you into his arms. “Try not to eavesdrop on any other heroes on your way up.”

And then he kisses you.

Pro Hero Deku is kissing you. And fuck can he kiss. It’s a slow, toe curling, tongue sucking, lip biting affair that has you clutching onto his broad shoulders to keep yourself up right. His arm wraps around your waist and squeezes you to his body, the hard muscles against your softness has you both groaning into the kiss.

Deku’s lips are soft and perfect and you can’t help the way you sink your teeth into his plush bottom lip. He pulls away slowly, and you feel rather than hear his chuckle when you lean all of your weight into him. Your eyes remain closed for long enough that he presses another far more chaste kiss to your lips.

When you open your eyes he’s staring at you intensely. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

You nod vigorously. “Yes.”

“When you get to the room take the dress off, leave everything else on,” he instructs.

You blink, a slow smile spreading across your lips. “There’s nothing under this dress.”

The arm around your waist tenses, he pulls back enough to reach the slit in your dress and the drag of the tips of his fingers along the outside of your thigh has you quivering. Your breaths come in uneven pants the higher they slip, his eyes fall to where his fingers begin to disappear under the material. You shudder when he reaches your hip and he spreads his big palm across it, the dress has lifted enough to expose you to the air in the room. He curses.

“Have you seriously been walking around like this all night?”

“Mhm,” you hum, because his fingers have stroked across your hip and back down to the inside of your thigh where he can feel the wetness that has collected there.

You’re not prepared for when he turns you around and hoists you onto the table. He drops to his knees almost reverently, bunching the material of your dress up enough to stick his head in between your thighs.

“Is this okay?” he asks as he presses a kiss. To the sensitive flesh on the inside of your knee.

“Yes,” you breathe.

He runs his tongue slowly from your knee up to the inside of your thigh and then pauses at the place where it meets your hip. He laps after the dried slick and kisses from there across your mons and to the other thigh.

Gingerly he lifts one leg and releases your dress so it covers his head entirely and then he buries his face in your pussy, startling a squeak out of you. His tongue spreads your lips with a low squelch that has you scrambling to grab onto the table, it delves deeper, bumping into your clit and gliding over your hole. He hums, the vibration ricocheting off the already singing nerves in your clit.

“Right there,” you pant when he uses his grip on your leg to spread you wider and latches onto your clit roughly. He suckles until you’re trembling, your hands vibrating as they struggle to hold you up. His tongue dips tentatively into the right opening of your pussy and you yelp. Izuku freezes, pulling away from your skirt to reach for his disregarded tie.

“We’re still in public,” he chuckles, balling the tie up in one hand. The bottom half of his face glistens and heat rises to your cheeks as he licks his lips. “Open up.”

Your mouth falls open immediately and when he shoves the balled up tie in between your lips you almost gag.

“Good girl,” he coos. “Stay still and stay quiet. I wasn’t quite finished.”

He doesn’t wait for you to settle against the table before he’s slipping one deliciously long finger into you. His mouth returns to your clit, sucking as he adds two more fingers to your pussy, he gives an experimental twist and your body bows forward. The tie is the only thing stopping you from screaming as you cum. He fucks you through your orgasm, only slowing when you moan at the overstimulation.

He pulls away enough to stare down at your swollen pussy lips. “Beautiful,” he whispers to himself, and then he gives a soft kiss to your clit and each labia before sitting back on his calves and adjusting your dress.

He helps you stand, pulling the tie from your mouth, and chuckles at your wobbly knees and uneven breathing. “Will you make it to the room on your own?”

You nod weakly, the keycard still clutched in your hands as you step away from him. “I’ll survive but if you’re not there in fifteen minutes I’m leaving.”

“Fifteen minutes is perfect,” he smiles and for the first time tonight you notice a dimple in his left cheek. “You should head out first.”

With that you grab your purse and escape through the door you’d entered. You freeze when you step out the door and come face to face with Katsuki Bakugou and Shouto Todoroki.

“Had a good time?” Shouto asks innocently.

“I bet she fucking did,” Katsuki’s laugh sends pleasant tingles along your spine. You begin to back away only to collide with the door behind you. They don’t advance on you. Katsuki remains with his gaze somewhere above your head, his hands tucked into the pocket of his slacks. Shouto on the other hand flashes you a knowing smirk, before stepping out of your way.

By the time you get to the room you’re shaking. The reality of what you’ve agreed to hasn’t quite sunk in yet. The room is gorgeous, not in the extravagant way you expected. The walls are cream and the furnishings are dark brown. There’s a massive bed in the middle with a small bedside table on the left and a door on the right. One wall boasts floor to ceiling glass windows with a breathtaking view of Tokyo at night. The other sports a giant rectangular mirror that reflects the bed. A mini fridge, wall mounted television and walk in closet complete the room.

Izuku doesn’t make you wait long, and when he opens the door arm laden with snacks your heart does a strange little somersault. It’s almost like she’s trying to tell you this is why she disagrees with that small portion of your brain.

He pauses to dump the snacks on the side table before sitting on the edge of the bed. His eyes take over you, naked and propped against the pillows.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Is this the last time you’ll ask me this tonight?”

“Probably not,” he admits. “Consent is sexy. Very, very sexy. Especially for me.”

You consider him for a moment. “Kiss me.”

He moves so fast you don’t see him until he’s hovering above you. His discarded suit jacket is tossed somewhere in the room as he slots his mouth over yours and kisses you deeply.

It’s unhurried and gentle but as he eases the weight of his body onto yours, spreading your thighs and settling between them you become frantic. The material of his shirt brushes against your nipples with each breath you take, your clit bumps against the crotch of his pants, no doubt dampening the material.

Izuku kisses you like he has the rest of his life to fuck you and not just a handful of hours. Only after the thought crosses your mind do you realize how dangerous it is. His tongue laps circles around yours coaxing and teasing it into his own mouth so he can suck on it.

By the time he pulls away you’re dazed. You have to blink several times as he undresses before you can focus on him. He’s littered in freckles. You want to kiss every single one, and it’s not the first time you’ve thought about it. There are magazine spreads dedicated to this man’s body.

Broad shoulders taper off into what has to be abs hand carved by Michelangelo himself, a defined V frames a line of green curls leading to a glorious cock. Thick and long and dripping onto his thigh, you want to hate him for this. For being just as perfect as you expected, but then he wraps a scarred hand around the base and strokes the full length languidly, precum catches on his fingers and he uses his other hand to hold his cock steady as he rubs a teasing circle around the sensitive head.

He groans at his touch and your mind wipes clean of all disdain for Izuku Midoriya. He climbs onto the bed slowly, and to your dismay instead of settling himself between your waiting thighs he crawls around you, propping you up so he can slot himself behind you and cradle you between his thighs.

“This is about you,” it almost sounds like he’s chastising you. “If I get inside you right now this’ll be over too fast.”

You sigh as big hands rub up along your sides and cup your breasts. “I’m not complaining.”

His hands are magical. As though there isn’t enough about him that makes you want to truly despise him. He has the kind of touch that turns tension to liquid. Your muscles mold to his touch, softening until you’re completely relaxed against him. His hands dip lower then, tweaking at your hardened nipples before dragging along your sternum down to your pussy.

His fingers brush gentle, barely there circles against the sensitive nub. You can’t be sure but every single nerve in your body comes alive at the first brush. Your breaths come faster the more he touches, your hips bucking as you try forcing him to press harder. Instead he moves his hand away, waiting for your bucking to settle.

He reduces you to whining babbling mess all while he plays with your pussy and litters your neck and shoulders and jaw in kisses. At one point he dips two fingers into your hole and you scramble to grab onto his arm, your nails digging into the muscle. Only to have him pull out and continue his butterfly touches against your clit.

“What do you think about our arrangement?” he asks casually, as though he doesn’t have an arm banded around your waist and his fingers aren’t toying with your opening. “Hmm? Did you think about how we managed something like that?”

You nod jerkily, the images from earlier flooding your mind.

“Yeah?” he coos. “Did you think of me with Kacchan or Shou?”

You swallow around a mouthful of saliva when he runs his tongue from the side of your neck up to your ear. “Both,” you choke out. “I thought- I thought about you with both.”

“At the same time?” he chuckles against your ear and you can’t suppress the shudder that wracks your body. His fingers dip teasingly into your opening.

“No. One- one at a time.”

“Did you think about me fucking of them?” he prods. You shake your head, no longer trusting yourself to speak without betraying just how shaken he has you. “Do you know that I’ve thought about you? Like this?”

You tense and he tuts, the pressure on your clit increases suddenly and your body jolts, your orgasm crashing like an errant wave against shores. Someone is whimpering and it takes you far too long to realize that someone is you. Izuku withdraws from between your thighs, instead focusing on rubbing the plush tops of them as he continues.

“I’ve thought about you cumming on my tongue and fingers a lot,” he confesses. “Ever since you told Denki off to be honest. Wanted to press my mouth to every inch of your skin baby, to nibble and suck anywhere you’d let me.”

His words are almost reverent as his hands spread your thighs wider. “And-“ you can hear his throat working around the saliva as he gulps, “-and I’ve thought about you with us.”

There’s no question about who ‘us’ is referring to . Maybe if more of your brain were functioning you’d have the decency to be embarrassed, concerned even but at his words your pussy clenches.

Izuku maneuvers you both to face the long mirror on the wall. “I’ve thought about Shou fucking your little pussy while I watch,” he licks his lips, eyes trained on his fingers. They’ve spread your pussy now, exposing you to the room and Izuku’s greedy gaze. “And Shou would love every second of it. He’s a bit of an exhibitionist.”

“Oh—” The image has you squirming against him.

He says it so casually that you can only blink at the words. “Or helping you sit on Katsuki’s face,” he groans, dipping his finger into you at the same time that he explains. “Katsuki has a magical tongue, it’s unfair the things he can do with that thing.”

“Yes,” you whine, your hips swiveling in your search for more friction.

Your body spasms around the intrusion. Izuku’s finger is coated in a translucent white layer as he begins to fuck you slowly with it. “Yes? Yes to which one?”

He adds a second finger slow enough that you watch as your cunt adjusts around the additional width. You’ve made a mess of the bedding under you. “Yes to- yes to all of- ah, please-” Izuku curls his fingers into you, sinking them into the spongy spot near your opening. His lips are parted, his brows furrowed in concentration as he uses his view through the mirror to finger you. Your conversation is momentarily forgotten as he rubs the calloused pads of his fingers into you until your grip on his arm tightens.

Your eyes widen as your orgasm builds, “Oh- I’m- I’m gonna make- make a mess,” you babble in warning. “Gonna make a me- oh!”

He pulls out as your pussy spits and gushes cum onto the mattress. He smiles at you through the reflection, before landing a harsh slap to your now sensitive pussy, you choke, barely able to form a coherent sentence anymore.

“You want Shou’s cock and Kacchan’s mouth on your pretty pussy?” he mocks, another slap lands between your legs and you struggle to close them around his hand. Your body jerks, tears filling your eyes. “And what about me? Did you like having my fingers shoved inside you?”

You nod dumbly, your pussy clenching at the memory.

“Me too,” he sighs, landing another slap to the puffy irritated lips. “Loved it, loved how soft and wet you were. So perfect, can’t wait to feel you around my cock. To have your greedy pussy sucking me in.”

You keen, your lips parted on a silent scream as he suddenly pinches your clit, a small spurt of cum gushes from you and Izuku’s fingers immediately flatten against your pussy, rubbing your clit until your mini orgasm passes.

He doesn’t give you a moment to recover before he’s lifting you by the backs of your knees and positioning you over his cock.

“Look,” he urges when your eyes threaten to shut at the first press of his cock at your opening. “You’re so fucking tight,”’ he hisses. “Look how much you have to stretch, baby.”

Your eyes fall to your pussy and you gasp as he drops you onto his cock. Your pussy swallows the length of him mesmerizingly, your eyes are glued to the way your hole flexes around his cock. He uses his grip on you to bounce you on his cock, guiding the speed of your fucking until your head lolls back against his shoulder and you can no longer watch as your cum layers his cock, watch as his hips connect to yours by strands of your slick. All you can do is whine and moan as his cock bumps against every sensitive spot inside of you.

You’re at his mercy, only squirming when he shifts both of your legs together and supports them with one hand. He turns you on your side in his lap, spreading his thighs and holding you still as he fucks up into you. At any other time it might have amazed you, the way he manhandles you. Plucking at your nipples and clit until you’re crying out and then slowing his thrusts to stall your orgasm. Sweat trickles down between your breasts when he lays you down on your stomach and slips his deep into your pussy. The head presses down on your g spot and your eyes roll into your head.

“Right there?” he asks, angling his hips so his cock drags along it with each languid stroke. In this position, with his chest pressing your back into the mattress and his knees cradling your waist he fucks you slowly. Drawing out every possible sound you can make, every way you can beg. And then when his thrusts grow frantic, his own impending orgasm rising he slots his hand between your hips and the bed and reaches for your clit.

You cum with a broken wail of his name that intermingles with his own groan of yours. You’re both sweaty and exhausted as he pulls out of you. You grimace at the mess that follows, his cum squeezing out of you with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

You can barely move as he cleans you up and carries you to the giant bathtub in the adjoining bathroom.

--

Shouto unlocks his phone before Katsuki does, his eyebrows rising into his hairline as the attached video loads. Katsuki abandons his phone to watch over Shouto’s shoulder as Izuku teases your pussy open with his fingers.

“Motherfuck-”

“That was fast,” Shouto muses. “Even for him.”

“I thought she didn't like men?” Katsuki retorts.

They stare in silence as you squirm in Izuku’s hold, Shouto is tempted to get his headphones out and listen to exactly what filth Izuku must be whispering to you. Katsuki beats him to it, handing him one side of his wireless earphone and shoving the other in his ear.

“You want Shou’s cock and Kacchan’s mouth on your pretty pussy?”

Katsuki curses, eyes closing as Izuku continues.

“Fuck it,” he turns and without a backward glance walks out of the room. It takes Shouto a moment to realize where Katsuki’s going before he’s locking his phone and snatching a bottle of champagne out of an ice bucket.

“What an interesting turn of events,” he mutters to himself.

Yay! Askbox is open! How about a scenario where Hawks and his gf attend a hero party but they keep getting pulled away from each other by friends and associates to chat and stuff and he really wants to spend time with her and can't really focus on any conversations he's caught up in because his glances and attention are all focuses on her but they finally get to slow dance together & everyone thinks they're adorable

Hawks/F!Reader: Alone Together

Word count: 1016

Warnings: none, this is pure fluff!

Before he'd met ____, Hawks had always viewed parties like this with distaste. It was really just more work disguised as fun, with the countless schmoozers to butter up and sources of information to pump for the Hero Safety Commission. But now that he had someone to bring to these events, he could enjoy a little break and actually have some real fun for a change. He pretended to listen to what one of the other guests was talking about while he had his arm wrapped around ____’s waist and rubbed circles into her hip with his thumb. Thankfully the other guy didn’t talk for much longer and excused himself to get a drink. Now that they were alone, Hawks saw her smile up at him. “What’s got you smirking, chickadee?”

____ shrugged. “Aside from getting to be on the arm of my favorite guy, enjoying a night out, and having a ton of free rich-people food? Not much,” she replied. 

Hawks laughed. “Think they’ll notice you trying to sneak some stuff into your purse?”

“Hope not, since I’ve got a bag full of those mini-quiches in here.” She patted the top of her purse and winked. “I can grab some of those chicken kebab things you were scarfing down too, if you want--”

An older woman in an elegant gown interrupted ___ with a well-manicured hand on her shoulder. “Oh, ____! There’s a Hero here you have to meet,” she gushed, quickly giving a little nod of greeting to Hawks. “She’s the one I was telling you about, the former contortionist in the circus? Here, I’ll introduce you…” The woman took ____’s hand and marched over to the other side of the room where a lithe-looking woman in a sleek black suit was nursing a glass of champagne, leaving Hawks alone. He was quickly dragged into a conversation by a big-name fashion designer who went on and on about how he'd love to work with Hawks either for a new Hero suit or just for a magazine shoot. 

A few minutes passed by, but every time Hawks tried to edge his way around the room to ____, either she or he would be pulled into a new conversation that they were only half-participating in. Hawks was used to hiding his boredom and irritation at these parties, but a keen eye would pick up on the way his feathers stayed ruffled and stiffened more whenever someone else blocked him from getting to ____. He was about to pretend he had to use the restroom just to try and text her to maybe fake a work emergency so they could get home, when suddenly he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He turned around, already about to plaster on his "I'm totally listening" face again when he saw ____ standing right in front of him.

"Oh my God, why does everyone have to talk to us," she breathed. "Seriously, I should take a sip of champagne every time one of them goes 'oooh, you're so lucky to be with the #2 Hero!' or asking for me to shill their business to you for 'em."

Hawks took her hand to keep himself from losing her and made his way to the dance floor where couples were swaying elegantly to the string quartet playing nearby. "Well, they won't try to break us up here," he offered, pulling her closer and putting an arm around her waist. "Mind if I have this dance?"

____ rested one hand on his forearm while clasping his other hand, and the two of them began to dance together. "Your funeral," ____ replied with a shy smile. "I'm just copying what I've seen on TV shows where couples dance right now." 

Hawks laughed. "You're doing just fine," he assured, closing his wings a bit as they danced around one of the couples nearby. "But if you're too nervous, you can just stand on my feet if you want and I'll guide ya."

____ snorted. "I'm not a five year old," she retorted. "But thanks for the offer."

As the two of them danced and swayed, laughing and chatting with each other, they began to notice the crowd that had started to gather by the ballroom to fawn over them. They could hear the hushed tones of a pair of older women sighing at how "cute" they were while they danced, and a man remarked that he hadn't ever seen Hawks laugh or smile like that, even in interviews or when hanging out after work with other Heroes.

Hawks was about to joke about how even when they were alone on the floor now, they still couldn't get the spotlight off of them; he stopped when he felt ____ rest her head against his chest as the swayed together (causing another wave of "aww"s and adoring squeals from the crowd watching them), and he slowly found himself forgetting his surroundings. It was hard to tune out years of training telling him to always be alert, but ____ was always talented at making him switch from Hawks the Hero and Safety Commission's prized asset to Keigo the boyfriend. Keigo the human being.

Keigo held her a little closer and furled his wings around the two of them to give them a brief moment of privacy as they danced together. Once they were obscured, he kissed the top of ____'s forehead and felt them smile against his dress shirt. "What's that smile for, Angel?"

____ looked back up at him and kissed his cheek. "You, genius," she replied, playfully pinching his arm through his suit. "Well...that, and I was thinking about how my purse is going to smell like mini-quiches and chicken for at least a week after we get home."

The two of them laughed and continued to exchange small kisses as they danced until the song began to fade. Once the string quartet ended their performance, Hawks kissed her lips one more time before closing his wings and letting the crowd get a glimpse of the two of them again as they applauded. 

Warning, this will contain yandere behavior, dark themes, obsession, posession and more tags to come if applicable. Please be advised!

Cirque de Hawks

Summary and graphics

Part 1

Part 2/ ?

Mister Hawks is excited to greet his very lucky guest.

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No joy in giving if you’re never pleased

pairing: rengoku kyojuro/fem!reader

premise: When a certain Hashira proposes to marry you for the sake of conforming to social norms, you find yourself in a spot where you’re unable to refuse the offer. Despite your initial agreement on keeping the union strictly professional, however, his accidental exposure to an incredibly potent form of aphrodisiac causes well-hidden feelings to quickly rise to the surface in a single night.

cw: 18+ MDNI, canon divergence - HE LIVES!!!, arranged marriage, s pollen, loss of virginity (he loses his v-card, not you), creampie x2 (double delight, lol), brief mention of domestic violence from reader’s previous marriage. reader has hair that can be combed!

wc: 7.3k

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Rengoku Kyojuro had never planned on getting married. It’s not like the thought didn’t cross his mind occasionally, but how could he, with the life he’s chosen to lead? 

Despite the tendency of coming across as a bit daft because of his rather eccentric nature, Kyojuro is far from stupid. He’s well aware that if a marriage were to successfully prosper, it requires a number of things; one of them being stability. Stability that is, for the most part, expected to be constant. 

So with this very important fact taken into account, how on earth is he, the Flame Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, expected to provide stability for his partner? Constant stability, at that?

After all, missions often keep him away from home for long periods of time. If it’s not the missions, then it’s certainly the endless training sessions that cause for an incredibly busy schedule. And what about the apprentices that have yet to show up on his doorstep?

At this point, the only time he ever slows down is when he needs to recover and gather his strength back after a particularly nasty fight. And even then, when he’s got nothing else to do but spend his days resting in bed and tending to his injuries, he’s usually completely elsewhere with his thoughts, already strategizing on how to further hone his already sharp skills in order to avoid causing more harm.

However, being the Flame Hashira comes second to being an obedient son. So when his father presses on the matter by the time Kyojuro turns 27 years old, he once again does what is expected of him and dutifully finds himself a wife.

The arranged marriage ends up becoming just that – arranged. It’s a spring wedding: beautiful and sudden just like the season it’s been placed into. You lay eyes on each other only once before the knot is tied, and then you’re whisked away to house Rengoku. 

You’re both in dire need of it, though. Him, because his father demands it, and you, because you’re a widow who’d just recently buried her now-late husband, but who remains to be too young and heirless to be able to safely cling to that title. 

Unlike your first husband, however, Kyojuro treats you exceptionally well. While he may not be present most of the time, leaving you to tend to your shared home more or less on your own terms, he always, always makes sure to treat you with respect. He speaks kindly to you each time your paths do end up crossing, encourages you to spend time with his equally as kind-hearted younger brother Senjuro, and enthusiastically compliments your cooking whenever he gets the chance to eat it.

He’s also never raised his hand against you – a habit your previous husband had often acted upon and that had left you with plenty of scars even long after the ones on your skin had healed and faded away. No, instead, Kyojuro doesn’t touch you at all. 

And by that, it truly means not at all.

You may sleep in the same bed on the nights when he’s around, but it’s like a chasm stretches itself between you and your husband the second you clamber underneath the covers together. It’s not emotional distance, per se – your personalities seem to be getting along just fine, at least from what you’ve gathered so far – so you suspect that it must be a different kind of issue that’s stopping him from consummating the marriage.

When asked, even whilst becoming a bit flustered, he’d openly admitted that he expects nothing from you concerning the matter. That he never really gave much thought about fathering children, since they could easily be seen as a weakness by his enemies and thus potentially used against him, as morbid as that sounds. 

But even with your initial wariness and doubt after the conversation, he’s since made it clear time and time again that he’s perfectly content with keeping your marriage purely platonic, exactly like he’d said. The union keeps both sides of your families happy, while still allowing you the safety and freedom you’ve always desired as a woman. And as for him, the ability to continue his work uninterrupted is seen as only a plus in his eyes.

Some would call his reasonings selfish, but you’ve long since learned that your husband is anything but that. Everything he does, he does for others. Having a wife is already risky enough as a swordsman, and yet he has still chosen to obey orders and take you in, even going as far as to teach you some of the more basic self defense maneuvers for some peace of mind.

Besides, during the first couple of months, the entire thing had sounded like a dream. Having a husband in an arranged marriage who willingly provides, treats you like an equal, and is generally fond of you without the more forceful, unpleasant aspects around it; could you ask for anything more?

Well, yes. You suppose you could. But wait! It’s not that you aren’t appreciative of the things he gives you – in fact, you’ll be forever grateful for them, storing and cherishing them for the rest of your life – it’s more so… about the things he doesn’t.

Because while he may hold lovely conversations with you no matter the time of day, and while he may smile brightly each time you welcome him back home in the courtyard, the crown of his head bathed in sunlight, no matter what kind of ploy you attempt, Kyojuro just doesn’t seem to be picking up on the fact that you don’t see this marriage as strictly transactional anymore.

Over the last year, feelings for the golden-eyed Hashira have blossomed inside your heart. You’ve tried not to succumb to them, heeding his wishes, but have still ended up catching yourself buzzing with pleasant nervousness when in his presence more than a handful of times now. To make matters even worse, you even have trouble falling asleep next to him in bed because of how fast your heartbeat begins to race the moment he enters the room – a treacherous heartbeat which you have no doubt he can hear.

Alas, nothing seems to sway him. The closest you’ve ever gotten is on a couple of occasions when he’d come home bearing wounds that weren’t so severe that they needed to be looked over by Shinobu, but nevertheless required to be tended to. He’d tried to reassure you countless of times that he could handle them on his own just fine when you’d stepped in to help, but you’d stubbornly insisted every single time without fail.

“Of what use am I as a wife if I can’t even patch up my own husband?” you’d said one time, carefully reaching for his arm. The blood had mostly dried up by then, already beginning to flake. “Just let me help you, Kyojuro. I promise it’s no trouble. It’s what life partners are meant for.”

Kyojuro, surprisingly, had kept silent after that, for once allowing you fully to continue your ministrations. Still covered in grime and watching you with visible uncertainty, he’d caught but didn’t vocally acknowledge the small gasp you let out the second your fingertips had made contact with his alarmingly hot skin, and, by the time you’d bandaged him up, had even hesitantly promised you that he’d take it easy for the next couple of days.

You, on the other hand, were incapable of stopping yourself from thinking about the heat his body emanates from that moment onward. It supposedly reaches its peak only during battle, he’s told you this in order to soothe your worries, but even by the time it winds back down, you still find it dangerous. It’s no wonder he’s so quick to warm the bed the second he lies down, the man is practically a walking, breathing furnace!

And just the thought of that heat engulfing you; wrapping you up in its warm, tender embrace, caressing every inch of you, filling you– Well, perhaps it’s enough to drive any spouse just a little bit mad with yearning.

But what can you possibly do? All he ever does is talk to you. Occasionally, he’ll perhaps slip up and ogle at the exposed side of your neck, or the curve of your lips, but it’s often all so fleeting that you don’t even have time to properly reciprocate. Before you can even begin to wonder if he’s actually capable of lusting after you, he’s already back to his friendly, unsuspecting self.

However, that all changes when he comes home one evening after his training session with a certain Love Hashira. Because that night, you come to learn that the sweet, always vehemently respectful Rengoku Kyojuro who you cherish so dearly, is perfectly capable of lusting after his wife. 

He’s just good at concealing it with politeness.

———

“Kyojuro, is that you?”

Looking into the mirror you’re sitting in front of, you briefly pause combing your hair to smile at the reflection of your husband who now stands leaning against the open doorway of your shared bedroom. The lights in the hallway behind him are off, shrouding it in darkness just like the rest of the house for the night, but the soft glow coming from the couple of candles you’ve lit earlier to aid your routine before bed is just enough to define him.

From what you can gather from a single lookover, he seems to be perfectly fine physically-wise. There are no cuts slashing his smooth skin, and no bruises that paint it painfully violet. No sight of blood, chipped teeth or broken bones either. Actually, the only two things that seem to be in a state of disarray are his clothes and hair. 

He’s missing his signature haori and the top three buttons of the black uniform jacket that he wears underneath are undone, revealing his neck and the edges of his collarbones. As for his hair, you’d best describe it as mussed. Like he’d felt the constant need to run his hands through it multiple times, pushing it away from his face over and over again through the course of the day.

For someone who normally looks well put together, these small but otherwise specific changes in his appearance almost strike you as somewhat indecent. Perhaps it might be a bit of an overreaction from your side, however the entire time you’ve known Kyojuro, you’ve never seen him act sloppy or salacious when it comes to his image.

It causes your stomach to sink.

Surely he wouldn’t…?

No. He most certainly would not. A good husband like Kyojuro would surely never stray towards a ghastly thing such as infidelity, right? He’s one of the most loyal and honest people you’ve ever met. You just can’t even begin to imagine him lying and deceiving you about anything of this sort.

Nevertheless, your voice still proceeds to wobble slightly as you pick up the comb again, worrying thoughts rushing through your mind a mile a minute. “How did your training with Miss Kanroji go?”

“Mm, I’m not quite sure to be honest. It was a bit odd,” Kyojuro mutters as he steps into the room. 

You don’t fail to notice how different he sounds. The tone of his voice is uncharacteristically quiet, almost subdued. It only proceeds to worsen the feeling of dread that’s forming in the pit of your stomach now.

“Odd?” you repeat, carefully following his movements in the mirror. He’s aimed straight towards you. “How so?”

“Well, I gained the upper hand on her while sparring and she panicked and threw some kind of powder that Miss Shinobu is helping her perfect right at my face,” he explains, scratching his cheek. “It’s supposedly perfect for her technique. Small doses can stun and disorient enemies, but apparently she threw so much of it at me that she immediately had to send me home.”

You turn your head to the side in one quick movement, concern for your husband causing your eyes to open wide and diminish your earlier worries. It flusters you so much that you abandon all sense of formality, “Shouldn’t you go see Kocho if that's the case, then? If she’s the one who helped develop this powder, surely she can help!”

His mouth curls into a lazy grin when your gazes connect, a mere shadow of the beaming smile he otherwise tends to give you. He’s positioned himself right behind you now, standing so close that you can feel the heat that his body emanates brushing over your back in steady waves. The thin silken robe you’ve donned can barely be considered a barrier, but despite his warmth, you want to shiver instead.

“I thought the same thing, however Mitsuri had made it abundantly clear that I’d find everything I’d need to get better at home. Multiple times actually,” he says thoughtfully. “Come to think of it, she seemed to be in quite a rush to send me back to you.”

“To me? Really?” you mumble, facing the mirror again. Since he’s standing so close to you now, you can’t see his face in the reflection anymore, but for once that just might be a good thing. The wild infatuation you have with him has turned you incapable of having your thoughts in order if you’re stuck looking at his eyes for too long.

“Oh, yes,” he says, nodding even if you can’t see it. “She kept apologizing profusely, rambling that you’ll help me take care of it. I’m still unsure what she meant by ‘it’ exactly, but either way, I have strong faith that you’ll manage just fine.”

Months ago, the fact that he’s willingly allowing himself to be vulnerable with you, letting you nurse him back to health without any sort of fuss that he can do it himself, would make you soar. Now, however, all you feel is the heavy weight of pressure settling down on your shoulders and chest.

With feelings involved, you’ve begun to greatly fear failure. After all, if you fail, you can’t impress him. And if you can’t impress your husband, then you can’t make him fall in love with you. And if you can’t make him fall in love with you, then–

“Darling,” he drawls all of a sudden, sounding even less like himself now. Less clear. “Do you mind if I comb your hair for you? I’ve always wanted to give it a try.”

“Hm?” You blink, momentarily confused from the way he’s disrupted your train of thought with such an unexpected request. “Oh, I, umm… Well, if you’re feeling well enough, then yes, of course you can. Go ahead.”

You haven’t even noticed how tightly you’ve been gripping the comb until you release your hold on it in order to hand it to him. Your fingers brush against each other with the action, the heat of his skin pouring into yours, making you sit up straighter.

You’re still not used to it. How can you be, when there’s rarely any contact?

“Not to worry, I’ll be gentle,” he says, chuckling quietly as he trails his gaze up and down your stiff posture. The smile is apparent in his voice.

“I know. I’m not worried,” you utter, sheepishly avoiding your own reflection in the mirror. Since your hands are empty now, you clasp them together, settling them on your lap while you wait.

Meanwhile, Kyojuro proceeds to begin combing your hair for you. He’s gentle exactly like he promised you he’d be, taking his time with every knot and tangle that had formed during the day. Silence stretches as he works, but you have trouble noticing it because of how loudly your pulse insists on pounding inside your ears, ringing through your entire head.

He’s touching you. Great heavens above, he’s touching you, and it’s outright nerve-racking. His touch is as light as a feather, but you can still feel him dragging his fingers along the length of your hair. It’s sending tingly sensations all over your scalp, all the way down to your spine.

When he reaches underneath your hair to comb it from the bottom up, his fingers briefly brush the side of your neck. It’s only the merest hint of intimacy, a mere sliver of it, but you can’t help but shiver this time, thighs squeezing together.

He pauses and you stare in the mirror with eyes once again open wide like a fawn’s, only this time it’s yourself that you’re worried about, not him. You can see the reflection of his chest and his shoulders. Both seem to heave with the deep breath he takes now. 

A couple of seconds pass before he sinks the comb into your hair again. Still gentle. “Did you bathe?”

The random question takes you aback a bit. Puzzlement laces your tone because of it as you say, “Yes, I did... A little before you returned home.”

“I see,” he murmurs. His chest expands as he inhales another deep breath. “You smell nice.”

“Ah,” you say, looking down at your lap again. Heat creeps up your face at the compliment, slight relief washing over you. “Thank you.”

“You know,” he says eventually, slowly pushing your hair to one side, making use of having you distracted, “I may not have a sense of smell as keen as the one young Kamado possesses, but I’ve learned that your lovely scent grows stronger if you wear your hair on one side like this.” 

“Really?” Your hands itch with the need to cover your burning face. He’s practically showering you with praise and you haven’t got a single clue on how to respond.

“Really.” He carefully fixes a strand of hair behind the shell of your ear. “It grows so strong, actually, that I just want to… Hm. Want to…”

“Kyojuro!” His name leaves your lips in a shrill squeal when he suddenly leans in and presses his nose into the crook of your neck that he’s exposed. Caught by surprise, you push up from the chair in one hasty movement, spinning to face him.

The sight before you makes your skin pull taut. Your husband stares at you with hooded eyelids and pupils so big and dilated that they’ve nearly swallowed the entirety of his irises. They grow even larger when they fixate on you.

His smile grows, revealing teeth. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I startle you?”

“A little bit,” you admit, soothing yourself.

He’s sweating profusely. You don’t fail to take notice of the obvious sheen of liquid salt that sits on his forehead now, as well as the feverish blush that has overtaken his entire face, neck, and even the tips of his ears.

You frown, taking a step towards him as worry takes over the initial shock for a second time, but he’s quick to raise his hand to stop you. 

“No, it’s better if you stay back for now. I need to think,” he says, voice suddenly profoundly hoarse. Unlike before, his breaths have turned shallow and concerningly fast-paced now, the furrow of his brow prominent. He pants as he bends over, slamming the flat of his palms onto the nearby dresser. “Just-... Let me figure out a way to solve this.”

“Solve what, Kyojuro? What’s gotten into you? Should we go see Kocho?” You say his name again, but this time it comes out as little less than a cry. When you take another step towards him despite him telling you not to, you see how the muscles in his back strain with effort.

You hesitate, weighing your options, but the urge to help your husband is so strong that it prevails in the end. Much to your dismay, however, even with your new goal set in place, you only manage one more step forward before you suddenly find yourself wrapped in a blazing hot embrace, with your back pressing against the dresser – the same dresser he had just been leaning on merely a second ago.

Your body tenses up, clearly startled. This is what it means to experience the strength and speed of a Hashira. The movement, so inhumanly quick that you couldn’t possibly follow it with untrained eyes, had practically swept you off your feet. Your heart pounds inside your chest. Inside your throat, even.

The reason? Instead of slaying you, he’s got his hand on the small of your back, pushing in and arching you in such a way that your bottom halves are basically pressed flush against one another. The other grips the edge of the dresser so harshly that you can hear the wood creaking in protest.

You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, only a mere hitch of a breath. The prominent outline in his pants that’s now firmly pressing against your thigh has rendered you speechless. 

He’s aroused. You can tell that even with his clothes getting in the way. So aroused, in fact, that it must be hurting him. And sure enough, when you lift your head to look up at him, the expression on his face can only be described as pained.

His fingers twitch when you make eye contact, slipping lower, down your back. He grabs a fistful of your robe, pulling and straining it tight over your front. Since you’re not wearing anything underneath, your nipples pebble against the silk in response to the rubbing of the fabric.

He involuntarily groans deep from the back of his throat as his pupils dilate even further at the sight; a sound you’ve never heard him make before but have fantasized about hearing on some lonely nights nonetheless. The wood of the dresser that’s behind you struggles to not turn into splinters now. Meanwhile, you struggle to keep yourself from not falling apart just the same.

“Aphrodisiac… A strong one. Need to… let you go,” he croaks out between heavy breaths, jaw flexing as he grits his teeth together. He’s completely stiff and continues to sweat, so much so that there's a droplet cascading down his right temple, gliding along the curve of his handsome face.

You see the effort he’s putting in to keep himself from what you suspect is ravaging you, even if every last cell in his body seems to be screaming at him to do the exact opposite. This thing that he’s experiencing right now – the aftermath of Mitsuri’s new weapon, the aphrodisiac – is cranking up his lust levels to a thousand. It’s no wonder that the Love Hashira had rushed to get him home to his wife as soon as possible the second she’d realised the amount she threw at him.

And who else can he turn to but his wife with this sort of issue?

“You can let me go only if you truly want to, dear. It’s fine, I’m fine,” you find yourself saying, hands trembling as you place them onto his chest. His heartbeat is so fast that you’re worried for his wellbeing. The rush of blood that his heart must be pumping throughout his entire body must be unbearable.

He draws in another breath at the soft coo that’s appeared in your voice, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead against your cheek. His exhales fan your skin, creating moisture, sticking you further together. He’s so warm to the touch that you’re beginning to sweat as well.

“Kyojuro.” You reach up to run your fingers through his hair, making him shudder. It’s damp to the touch. “Do you want to let me go? I trust you to be honest with me.”

He stands still for a long moment, just inhaling your scent and keeping you close until he finally makes his decision and slowly shakes his head, rubbing his forehead against your cheek like an affectionate cat would. “No.”

“What do you want, then?” you ask quietly.

“I can’t say,” he whispers. “The things that are running through my head right now… They’re vile. Filthy.”

“I see. Will you let me help? Please,” you utter softly, cautiously reaching down to wrap your fingers around his belt. You tug at the buckle, pulling him forward. He follows obediently, causing your heart to flutter. “Let’s try and find you some release, all right? I’m worried about you.”

“All right,” he says, giving in and hissing lowly through gritted teeth when your fingers delicately trace the protruding bulge in his pants. He’s smart. Deep down, he knows this is the easiest way.

You move your hand away in an instant, but his hips buck forward on their own, pushing further into the already narrow space between you, searching for more friction from your palm. He whines at the foreign way his body reacts now, eyebrows drawing tightly together in embarrassment.

When you look up at him, his face has somehow managed to sear into an even deeper shade of red than before. All he can manage to say to you is a weak, “I’m sorry.”

“Nonsense. I should be the one apologizing,” you say, reaching to untie your robe. You’d ask him to do it, but something tells you that he’d tear it right off of you at this very moment, surely ruining the delicate garment. “You’re in no state to be teased so cruelly right now. It was very foolish of me.”

He parts his lips to say something, but the words fade into nothing from how fast saliva begins to gather inside his mouth as soon as your robe comes undone and reveals the nakedness underneath.

Kyojuro can’t resist ogling openly – it’s his first time seeing a woman completely naked, after all. The curve of your hips, the weight of your breasts, the smooth skin of your stomach, the gentle hairs that gather between your legs... All of it is far too much for him. It’s forcing him to swallow so thickly that it makes his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, and yet the drool just keeps on coming.

He hunches his back as he gets ready to pick you up and slam you on top of the dresser to do god knows what, but he stops himself at the very last second. You watch, lips parted, as his hands tremble around you like you’re wrapped in some kind of invisible shield, muscles painfully spasming with the effort. A second groan escapes him, this one brimming with frustration, allowing saliva to dribble down the corner of his mouth.

He’s not an animal, for crying out loud. He’s a man, a husband – a respectable one at that.

So act like one! 

Clinging to his last shred of sanity, he quickly wipes the drool away with the back of his hand, not caring that it’ll surely get into the sleeve of his uniform that way. Even if he usually wears them with pride, he currently holds so much resentment towards the clothes he’s got on his back that it’s making him see red. They’re incredibly stuffy, so he can barely breathe in them, plus they’re also causing him to overheat when he’s already way past burning.

There’s also a third problem with the clothes, however.

They’re keeping him away from you.

Lacking the patience to undo the rest of the buttons on his jacket, he simply rips them apart even as you frantically reach out to stop him from doing so. The crispy white shirt underneath meets a similar fate, causing even smaller buttons to fly everywhere. Something tells you that you’ll both be stumbling upon them for the next year or so. 

Shrugging the now-ruined garments off of his shoulders, Kyojuro at long last exhales a somewhat relieved breath.

This time it’s your turn to unashamedly leer at him. You drag your eyes across the broad expanse of his chest and shoulders, across the healed, milky-white scars that cover his body from previous battles. The muscles on his arms, the subtle veins running along his biceps and forearms. His stomach is toned, equipped with a golden trail of hair that disappears below his belt, and his skin is tinted slightly pink at the moment, sweat making it appear dewy there as well. 

He’s beautiful. 

And he’s clearly having a rough time, so you’re quick to take his hand.

“Wait. Before I-” He hesitates, searching for the proper word. “Before I bed you, I just wanted to say that I’ve never done this with anyone before. I’m worried I may not know how to, uh… sate you properly because of it.”

You look up into the flames that dance behind his eyes for a long moment. Even whilst barely keeping it together, he’s still worried about you and your pleasure. It makes you so happy that you can’t help but chuckle.

“Always so formal,” you say, still smiling. “But in all seriousness, I appreciate you telling me and thinking about what I want. Don’t worry, I will do my very best to take good care of you and show you the ropes. We’ll learn the rest as we go. But first things first, let’s try and bring down your temperature back to something a little more… Well, passable.”

He nods but doesn’t say anything as he lets you take his hand again and lead him towards the bed. You turn him so that the back of his knees hit the edge and apply pressure to his shoulders to urge him to sit down. Before you know it, you’re climbing onto his lap, straddling him in such a way that already has him breathing hard through his nose.

You wrap your arms around his neck as you place a kiss onto his forehead, tasting the salt there. Then onto the bridge of his nose. As well as his left cheek and the corner of his mouth. His lips part immediately at that, hands desperately bunching up the covers underneath.

You press your forehead against his. Angle your head slightly to one side so that your noses don’t bump. “Close your eyes.”

As he has done so many times in the past, Kyojuro once again does what he’s told, though this time he does it completely willingly. And almost immediately after he does, he feels it.

The softness of your lips lightly pressing against his own. 

The kiss itself is gentle. Loving. A proper form of affection exchanged between a husband and wife. You guide him, mainly paying attention to his bottom lip, making sure to go slow enough to help him adjust despite the fact that you can tell he wants to go faster. Every so often, you poke the merest hint of your tongue out, testing if he’ll open up to you. He does, of course.

So you venture deeper into his hot mouth. You glide your tongue across his teeth, tangle your fingers into the thick, beautiful mane that is his hair, and you tug at the roots until he’s mindlessly pushing his hips up in response, trying to shove himself into you despite his pants getting in the way. 

You’re well aware that he’s in a hurry, but you can’t help but drag the entire thing out just a little bit. Who knows, this may as well be your only chance to have him like this. So you might as well use it.

“Hold me by my hips, dear,” you mumble, eyeing the thin string of saliva that tears when you dip lower to kiss his neck instead. 

You focus on his Adam’s apple, sucking lightly and surely drawing blood close underneath the skin as you feel his large hands wrap around your hips. Your actions will prove apparent by the time morning comes, but you have a faint inkling that he won’t truly mind. The collar of what is left of his uniform jacket is high anyways.

He sure doesn’t seem to have a problem with it now, as he’s moving you back and forth on his lap, using you to try and get himself off on pure instinct. But even if you’re completely on the same page, the grip he has on you has gotten so tenacious that you have no other choice but to grind against the hard length of him.

“Mind your strength, I’m no Hashira,” you say between deep breaths. His blatant need for you is working you up fast, wetness gathering between your legs, and you don’t need to look down to know that you’ve ruined his pants.

He eases his grip and moans into your mouth when you kiss him again, this time a bit more sloppily than last time. Your bodies work together without you having to plan it, twisting and writhing in unison, maximizing the pleasure you’re both experiencing. 

The hair that frames his face is so damp that it clings to his skin. You push it back and whimper when he presses you down harder, causing the zipper to bump against your most sensitive part.

Hearing it brings his blood to a simmer. He’s so out of it by now that he nearly babbles when he speaks, “You know, I can’t count how many times I’ve thought about making you sound like this over these last couple of months. And now that I’m actually hearing it… Ha-ah… It’s so much better than any of the things I imagined in my head.”

“Oh?” Your heart flutters in your chest once more at his forwardness, goosebumps forming over your skin from the thrill. So it wasn’t all in your head; he’s wanted you, too. “But I thought you said you wanted to keep this union purely platonic.”

“What I want… What I wanted for a long time now,” he says, dragging his fingers up and down your spine and looking you directly in the eyes, truly meaning it, “is to be both inside you and inside your heart. If you’ll have me.”

“Of course I’ll have you,” you whisper, unable to fight back the smile that’s forcing itself onto your lips. “I mean, you’re my husband, for crying out loud! There’s no need to be so poetic about it!”

The rest of his clothes are tossed aside soon after, and you waste no time straddling him again, now that you’re finally skin to skin. Sitting on top of him, you use both hands to stroke the whole length of him, squeezing it with your fists gently after you spit on it so as to not overstimulate him too fast.

Even his cock is beautiful just like the rest of him is. Big and curved slightly to the right, with a tip that flushes a deep pink when the velvety foreskin that surrounds it is pulled back and played with. You’re wet enough to take him, but after coming face to face with his size, something tells you that you’ll need all the extra help you can get.

Meanwhile, Kyojuro watches you through such heavy eyelids that you can’t possibly notice the hearts that have formed in his eyes. He’s still panting, biting his tongue to stop himself from pleading and moaning, but the way he clenches his thighs underneath you, unable to stop the pearl of pre-cum from forming at the slit, tells on his desires in an instant.

“We’ll go easy at first,” you utter, unsure if you’re trying to comfort yourself or him.

“Yes, easy,” he repeats, voice rough. He’d never rush you, but it’s evident that he’ll start bursting at the seams if you don’t sit on it soon.

“All right,” you say, drumming your fingers and lifting your hips just enough to align yourself with him, heart beating so fast that it’s making you a bit lightheaded.

His upper lip trembles as his cockhead grazes and catches against your entrance with the movement. He clings onto you, stiff and as expectant as he is desperate, chanting the word please, please, please over and over again inside his head like it’s a broken record.

Luckily for him, his prayers are answered. Slowly, you begin to lower yourself onto him. Even with his size, it’s pretty easy because of how you help guide him inside. You both let out sighs of relief and pleasure when your pussy hugs the tip of him, and moan by the time it begins to take more; squeezing and accepting the rest of him until he finally sinks into you down to the hilt.

At long last, he’s in, nestled in nice and deep. Throbbing and hot, stretching your walls. Pressed firmly against that soft, tender spot inside you that makes you want to wiggle your hips on top of him because it’s far too much to handle otherwise. The pressure the fullness provides awakens the butterflies inside your stomach and draws them into a frenzy.

“Gods, Kyojuro, my love,” you breathe out, letting your robe slide down to your elbows. It only exposes you further, but you don’t mind. You’re comfortable with him. “I can barely fit you inside me.”

“Hah. Makes you an admirable wife,” he says, chuckling even if his pupils are still blown way out of proportion, signalling that he’s still going through it. “I’m–I’m very grateful for it.”

You giggle at his odd choice of praise, pressing the flat of your palms on his stomach so that you can begin to move. However, the second you do, he’s back to holding you by your hips, trying to keep you in place.

Your gazes connect and he blushes even harder, features contorting. “W-wait, don’t-”

“It’s okay,” you say, continuing nonetheless. He’s gotten so warm inside you that you’re positive he’s on the brink of climaxing. “There’s nothing wrong if you come fast. It’s your first time.”

Kyojuro sucks in a sharp breath, fighting tooth and nail to focus. He’s already sensitive enough as it is, but the aphrodisiac he’s inhaled is only making it ten times worse. The sensations you’re making him feel at this point are causing his brain to short-circuit. Unlike during battle, his thoughts have turned into a pathetic jumble.

He wants to please you, that much he’s sure about, however he’s so out of it that he doesn’t even know where to start. So he lets you take charge, grunting out his approval, listening to the wet, sloppy sounds as you ride him, and by the time you slam your hips down for the fifth time, he closes his eyes, clenches his jaw, and spills everything he’s got, unable to stave off the pleasure any longer.

Your movements stutter when you feel his release begin to fill you steadily, overly warm and most definitely plentiful. You pause midway, causing it to trickle down your thighs, allowing a sticky mess to start forming between you.

“Oh, dear,” you whisper, covering your mouth to suppress a quiet laugh. It’s good-natured and you’re sure he knows it. “We’ll make children like this if you aren’t more careful, you know.”

“Crap,” he mutters, sighing. You can feel him twitch inside you at the idea. When he opens his eyes to look at you again, they’re more mellow than they were before, however they’re still brimming with burning want. “Don’t tempt me.” 

Your eyebrow arches in amusement. You’ve never heard him swear before. Not even when he’d been so tired that he wasn’t watching where he was going and had stubbed his toe once. You’re unsure if you approve of it, but perhaps you’ll let it slide in this particular setting.

But onto more important matters: after taking a moment to breathe, you quickly realise that he’s still completely hard even after coming as strongly as he did. Your best guess is that it’s either because of his unfathomable stamina, or Mitsuri’s little present. Perhaps a mixture of both.

So that must mean that this entire thing is far from over. Tracing your fingers over his happy trail, you lift your hips a little and slide them back down just as gingerly. The seed that he’s spilled inside you just now lubes the movement as you test out the playing field. Somehow, it feels even better than it did before.

His eyelashes flutter as he blinks, zeroing in on the creamy circle that’s gathered at his base now. Once again, a wave of heat flashes over his body, hitting him like the train he’d just barely made it alive from all those years ago. 

“You all right?” you ask, a little breathless now. Your hand reaches between you on instinct, a little moan slipping out the moment it strikes contact exactly where you aimed it.

Kyojuro just nods his head and continues to watch you, studying you carefully and paying attention to the way you rub your fingers and play with yourself. He’s more present in his head now that he’s climaxed, the fog lifting just a bit. It lets him notice that the movement of your hand seems to come naturally to you. 

Is this what you do when he's gone for weeks at a time? Possibly thinking about him and touching yourself between your legs? Arching your back while imagining his hot, calloused hands are pushing you right back down, coaxing you to take more?

The idea excites him, and that excitement urges him to contribute to the pleasure of his spouse. And while he may not be experienced in giving it just yet, he picks up on things impressively fast. Body language, eye contact, he’s able to read what you want. So you’re not even all that surprised when he starts to bend his legs at the knees and then thrusts upward, making you gasp when he suddenly burrows himself even deeper inside of you with the action. 

His cum spurts and dribbles out even more by the time he draws back, but he’s rather quick to push it back in, unable to get enough of how tightly you wrap around him whenever he accidentally hits the spot. So he continues the rhythm, slowly but surely making you start to bounce on his cock; all while trying to rub the same messy little circles over your clit that he’s seen you do. 

He’s able to keep up with you this time.

And he sure as hell keeps up. The heat that he’s unknowingly pouring into the sensitive bundle of nerves is making you tremble. He gently pinches it the exact same way he’s watched you do it, immediately soothing it afterwards with his thumb and by rubbing his other hand up and down your side, sending little jolts of pleasure throughout your entire body.

His gaze is soft. Perhaps even a little expectant. He takes pride in making you feel good. “Like this? Is this how you want it?”

“Yes, oh, yes,” you utter, whimpering. When he smiles, it reminds you of the sun. “You’re perfect.”

Moments flit by, breaths intermingling. You’re unsure how much time has passed, but eventually you begin to squeeze your thighs around him, toes curling, orgasm approaching dangerously close. “D-Don’t stop, okay? I’m close, so don’t change a thing or else it’ll fade away.”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” he says. You throw your head back at this and he feels his heart dance because of it.

With his help, you let yourself go. Fully. Without shame and with zero remorse. And when you finally come for the first time from a man’s touch, no, your husband’s touch, it is so tender and passionate and powerful, that you can’t help but moan his name out in pure bliss and squeeze him so hard that you make him fill you up for a second time, helping him ease his desire even further.

In the end, you spend a small eternity wrapped in each other’s arms. Basking in the afterglow, stealing an occasional kiss, telling each other silly, unimportant things that you’ll think of fondly for years to come.

Only this time, however, your wonderful husband makes sure to touch you everywhere.

hq headcannons mlist

all of my haikyuu headcannons (bc i ddint like my masterlists) 

all in chronological order :) 

everything else of haikyuu is here 

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Kinks- Ace edition <3 

genre: smut

characters:  Aran, Asahi, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Sakusa, Terushima, and Ushijima

all of the aces and what i think their kinks are 

Poly Headcannons pt.1 <3 

genre: smut 

characters:  Kageyama & Hinata, Oikawa & Iwaizumi, Ushijima & Tendo, Sakusa & Atsumu, Kurro & Kenma, and finally Bokuto & Akaashi.

poly relationships with some of the HQ boys 

Middle blockers kinks <3

genre:smut 

characters:  Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsuro, Suna Rintaro, Satori Tendo, Taichi Kawanishi, Issei Matsukawa,  Takanobu Aone,, Shoyo Hinata, Lev Haiba Shugo Meian (MSBY captain), and Yutaro Kindaichi

as many middle blockers as i could think of and the kinks i think they’d have

Random Captain horny Hcs <3 

genre: smut 

characters: Bokuto, KIta, Ushijima, Oikawa, Daichi, Kuroo, Terushima, Daishou, Futakuchi

random headcannons about the captains, but they are horny

Kinks- Setters <3

genre: smut 

characters:  Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Tooru, Sugawara Koshi, Atsumu Miya, Semi Eita, Shirabu Kenjiro, Kanji Koganegawa, Akaashi Keji, Kenma Kozume,  Yahaba Shigeru and  Keishin Ukai

the setters and their kinks 

Aftermath pt.1 <3

genre: smut 

characters:  ushijima, bokuto, iwaizumi, aran, miya twins, tendou, sakusa, and komori

what the aftermath of a steamy night with them would be 

Inarizaki horny headcannons pt.1 <3 

genre: smut 

characters: all of Inarizaki 

some random horny heeadcannons for the foxes 

Aftermath pt.2 <3

genre: smut 

characters:  matsukawa, suna, kyotani (daddy maddog), kuroo, daichi, oikawa, futakuchi

more aftermath, and my first request that’s crazyyy

Fake bang <3 

genre: fluffy crack

characters: The Miya Twins, Futakuchi, Oikawa, Tendou, Lev, Kuroo, Bokuto, Suna, Semi, Terushima, Noya, Tanaka, Iwaizumi, Komori, ft. Kyotani

who would fake bang you when you bend down

Proposals <3 

genre: fluff 

characters: MSBY 4 and the Alders 

how they would propose

Seijoh horny Hc’s

genre: smut 

characters: all of Aoba Johsai 

headcannons bit make them horny

Reverse Fake bang <3

genre: crack

characters: Miya Twins, Suna

you fake bang them back 

Short but fiesty s/o <3

genre: crack-ish 

characters:  Tsukishima, Kuroo, Atsumu, and Oikawa

tall boys get served by their s/o

Ploy Headcannons pt.2 <3 

genre: smut 

characters:  Oikawa & Ushijima, Hanamaki & Matsukawa, Suna & Osamu, Kita & Aran, iwaizumi & Kyotani, and Oikawa & Kageyama

poly relationships with more of the boys 

Thicc gf pt. 1 <3 

genre: smut/fluff 

characters:  Suna, Hinata, Iwaizumi, and Bokuto

its the title lol

MSBY horny Hc’s <3

genre: smut 

characters: MSBY 4, and hints of shugo meian

hc’s of the boys being horny

Masturbating to their s/o’s sent <3 

genre: smut 

characters:  iwaizumi, kenma, akaashi, and matsukawa

they get caught jacking to your sent 

Random nicknames they give you <3

genre: fluff 

character:  osamu, sakusa, ushijima, kageyama, bokuto, and tsukishima

little nicknames they bestow upon y/n

Little fluffy things <3

genre: fluff 

characters: a whole bunch, just almost al of them (not really but you get the point) 

fluffy hc’s of the boys 

Being too insecure to sit on their face<3 

genre: angst to smut 

characters:  Bokuto, Tendou, Atsumu, and Kuroo

the boys wanting to be crushed by your thighs

Little toxic things pt.1 <3  (the part two to this is on the other mlist) 

genre: angst 

this episode: bad relationships <3 

characters: oikawa,  sakusa, atsumu, suna 

toxic relationships </3 

Thicc gf pt.2 <3 

genre: smut 

characters:  Ushijima, Semi, Akaashi, Oikawa, Sugawara and Futakuchi

a part 2 of the boys having a thicc gf 

Soft Gf <3 

genre: bordering on fluff 

characters: Kageyama 

Kags with a soft and sweet gf

Thicc Gf pt.3 <3 

genre: smut 

characters:  kuroo, terushima, sakusa, daichi, Aone, Osamu, Kyotani, Kuguri

more thicc gfs for the boys 

Dry humping Pt.1 <3 

genre: smut 

characters:  tendou, suna, nishinoya, kenma, and iwaizumi 

they dry hump you in different situations

Deceiving looks gf <3 

genre: smut 

characters:  Kuroo, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Konoha, Terushima, and Atsumu

they got a girl who looks like a bore but had a WAP (as she should) 

Latina gf <3 

genre: crack-ish

characters: Atsumu 

he has a Latina gf who has to show him everything

pregnant s/o <3 

genre: fluffy very slight angst 

characters:  suna, atsumu and kuroo

they get to take care of hormone ridden wife 

Getting carried away in front of the team<3 

genre: fluff/ smut 

characters:  kuroo, iwa, semi, sakusa and osamu

you get a bit carried away in congratulating them 

Cooing s/o <3

genre: fluff

characters:  kuroo, bokuto, semi, tsukishima, osamu and noya

you being all lovey-dovey with him 

Kenma having a gf with nice thighs & kags being jealous of noya and hinata or sleeping on manger-chan <3 

genre: fluff 

characters: Kenma, Kageyama (noya and Hinata mentioned) 

just some random crack 

Argentinian Pro Volleyball player gf <3 

genre: fluff 

characters: oikawa 

he gets a pretty understanding gf 

Little toxic things pt.2 <3 

genre: angst 

bad dynamics <\3 

charcters : the MSBY 4 

you ahve a bad relationship dynamic with an MSBY boy 

Dry humping Pt.2 

genre: smut 

characters:  kuroo, kags, daichi, bokuto and suga

more boys dry hump you

Calling them Pretty boy <3 

genre: cracky fluff 

characters: MSBY 4 and Osamu 

you call them pretty boy 

More Inarizaki horny hc’s <3 

genre: smut 

characters: all of inarizaki 

thye are more horny than the last

Shiratorizawa horny hc’s <3 

genre: smut 

characters: all of shiratorizawa

horny bois 

Reacting to smooth legs <3 

genre: fluffy crack 

characters:  oikawa suna kenma and tendou

they like your shaved legs 

Telling them you faked an orgasm </3

characters:  osamu, suna, akaashi and suga

how they’d react 

loves your scent <3 

genre: fluff

characters: Oikawa,Suna, Tendou, Akaashi, and Kenma

they love your shampoo 

trying yo make you blush<3  

genre: fluff 

characters: atsumu, oikawa, terushima, kuroo and suna

they they to make you blush but you aren’t going down that easily 

Parenting Hinata <3 

genre: fluff 

charaters: Bokuto and Hinata 

you and bokuto are like parents to hinata