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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐒𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐓

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐨𝐧

(✧) ─ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧��𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦. 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

(✧) ─ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔! 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴. 𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 (𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵), 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 ─ 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 (𝘩𝘦𝘩𝘦), 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘦𝘵𝘤. 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘺𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘴𝘢. 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺. 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙞 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮'𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮! 2.5𝙠 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀(✧) ─ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔

𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘰. 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴, 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘢, 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘮 𝘪. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘴. 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. ♡ ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔. 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏. 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘰3.

𝑩𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑼 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑴𝑶𝑵 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑰𝑵 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑺 𝑾𝑯𝒀 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝒀 𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑨𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲. Your favorite customer would always come to your shop ten minutes before closing to pick up his cases of sake. Why did he come so late? You didn't know. Though, you didn't mind either. Having the company of Asakusa's King of Destruction wasn't so bad. He didn't talk as much. Maybe a bit of flirting. But mainly, the conversations would consist of you nagging about stressful drunks that came to your shop throughout the day.

However, tonight was different from other nights.

Although Benimaru didn’t mind listening to your rants, he wanted to know more about you. He thought you deserved a breather, and sharing a bottle of sake with him was just the relief you needed. Along with something else, of course.

You told him about your childhood and why you moved to Asakusa. After losing your parents in a fire at a young age, you needed a fresh start. You heard rumors about Asakusa being lively and friendly. Since being here, those rumors have proved true. The civilians have been more than welcoming, and you appreciated that dearly. If you didn't know any better, some of them even took a liking to you. How they came into your shop with cheeks as crimson as the moon itself was very telling, and Benimaru was no exception.

The night continued with you talking and him listening, but thirty minutes into drinking, the conversation took a turn. It became more intimate. Seeing Benimaru intoxicated was not something you expected. He had this uncontrollable grin on his face that you couldn't help but think was cute. Benimaru was extremely handsome, and you would be lying if you said you weren't attracted to him. How those unique scarlet-colored irises ogled at you showed he felt the same.

He would sip on his sake, peeking past the cup to focus on how full your thighs were. Your legs were crossed invitingly, and if he looked hard enough, he could see those purple panties through the mini skirt you had on. Benimaru felt like such a pervert, but he couldn't help himself. You were intoxicatingly sexy. He admired your fiery spirit and how you would match his energy. But at times, he would even become bashful of your direct flirting.

Similar to right now.

Something about the substance in your system gave you the courage to walk toward him and sit on his lap to run your fingers through his ink-colored locks. Benimaru had no complaints about your current actions, and how he pulled your legs over to straddle him said so. His hand rested on the small of your back, using his other to continue to drink his sake. You exchanged bedroom eyes while your mouths ghosted over each other's, inches away from locking lips.

You felt his hardened erection against your clothed pussy to make it known that it needed some affection. You shifted your body slightly to get more comfortable, but really you wanted to tease him. A pool of wetness formed in your garments, and you knew it was leaking through. Your fingers began descending onto his cheeks, soft tips caressing his flesh, causing him to shiver. And throughout this all, Benimaru never broke eye contact.

He was mesmerized by your beauty. From the ochre of your complexion to the kink of your coils. Your thick figure that he currently had the opportunity to feel. He could only imagine how perfect you would feel wrapped around him. Blood rushed to his face just thinking about it, and soon his thoughts would become real.

“What’s on your mind, Beni?” you whispered.

“You’re so damn pretty.”

“Oh? Hm, why thank you. You’re not too bad yourself, but tell me—what’s really on your mind? I know he’s telling me, but I want to hear it from you.” And by he, you meant his cock that wouldn’t stop growing against you.

“So you noticed?”

“How couldn’t I notice? I know you feel how wet my pussy is. And I would be lying if I said I didn’t always get like this every time I see you.”

He sipped on his sake, pressing his hand on your back to push you closer to his chest. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

“Hm, I guess the liquor is giving me courage.”

“Doesn’t seem like enough because you haven’t kissed me yet,” he sassed.

The smile on your face was coy before giving him kitten licks on his lips. But he didn't have the patience to play games. He cuffed your jaw, forcing it open to plunge his tongue into the back of your throat. The taste of the lingering toxicants in your mouth caused him to groan in despair. Benimaru set aside his cup of sake without parting lips to snake his arms around your thick waist. He shifted in his seat to sit up straight, to which you slightly bounced, hissing from feeling the friction of his clothed cock.

You began to grind your hips onto his, hoping to cum from the small yet effective action. Your slender fingers became lost in his silk hair while locking lips. It's been a long since you last had sex, and you wanted nothing more than to fuck Benimaru Shinmon in your shop. Your actions were filled with hunger. Nipping on his bottom lip. Sucking the taste off his tongue. You wanted all of him. And you were going to get what you wanted.

The fervent kiss was filled with sexual desire. An emotion you both shared, along with electricity spreading throughout your bodies. Once leaving a few more smooches, his lips descended to your neck to suck on your flesh. The aroma of strawberry milk tickled his nose. You smelled so fucking sweet. It drove Asakusa's King of Destruction insane. His hands comforted your breasts, fondling and squeezing your nipples through your thin tank top. You let out a soft moan, being rather pleased, but you needed more.

"Shit. Just fuck me already, Beni," you purred, resting your hands on his neck to pull him closer. You were so damn desperate for his cock, and it was clear based on you dry-humping him.

He continued to leave wet kisses along your skin, finally shoving his hand underneath your shirt to feel the pebbled flesh of your breast. “How badly do you want my dick inside of you? Tell me, Y/N.”

“Ngh, so badly. I want you to fuck me good and make me cum.”

“Let me hear you beg for it,” he demanded.

“Benimaru, please. Please, I need you now.” Regardless of you sounding pathetic, like a bitch in heat, begging for his dick, you’d continue to do so until you get it.

He cuffed your chin to have you look at him, ghosting over your lips. “Hm, atta girl—but not like this. You don’t deserve to get fucked in a shop. I want to take my fucking you on a futon, but I have an idea.”

You pouted, looking up through your lashes. “And what’s that?”

“Come warm me up.”

Knowing what he meant, you returned your lips to his, vigorously kissing him while unstrapping his trousers to free his needy friend. Intensity was filled between you, eager to have his cock inside you, and once you felt him, you were not disappointed.

Your tongues remained intertwining while your hand wrapped around his length to give it a few pumps. You looked down, softly cursing from seeing that angry mushroom-tip cock oozing precum. He was bigger than you imagined. His girth. His length. That thick fucking vein that stood out on the side. It was so damn pretty. The whore in you just wanted to get on your knees and suck him off—but you'll save that for another time.

Without waiting any further, Benimaru hiked up your skirt to pull your panties to the side. He stood up to grab his cock to rub his head against your clit. He admired the pornographic sound of your stirred wetness and you nearly trembling from his touch. Seeing you beg for him did something to an ego he thought he didn't have.

“Benimaru, please. Just put it in already,” you whined.

“Impatient, are we?”

He aligned with your entrance to tenderly push himself inside of you. Benimaru watched how your brows drew together, plush two-toned lips parted from feeling the pressure of his tip. Your body stiffened, but he held you in place to ghost over your ears to say,

“Relax, Y/N—I got you.”

And with that being said, he bullied your hole until your cunt wrapped around him effortlessly. You dug your nude manicured nails into his shoulders while a lingering moan of his name slipped through your lips. His cock was too damn big, but he managed. Despite that, your walls were still resisting him.

His hand returned to your chin to give you sloppy smooches. As he continued to massage your lips with his own, he returned, sitting on the chair, purposely with the intent to have you bounce on him. A wail erupted from the pit of your stomach. Feeling all eight inches of Benimaru inside of you was a lot. You pressed your forehead onto his, doing your best to take him, but the girth of his cock wasn't making it easy.

He gave you kisses on your face, crooning how he knows you can take it. Benimaru could barely contain himself. Your pussy was so fucking wet—so tight. Maybe he did want to fuck you right now? No. He'll be patient. But for now, he needed to make sure you were okay.

“Are you okay, Y/N? Tell me how you feel, pretty girl,” he soothed.

You nodded. “I’m—I’m good. You’re just so big, Beni.”

“I know, but you were begging for this, remember? You wanted my cock deep inside of you.”

You did, and you were going to take it. You threw your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss once more. You lifted your body from his length to sink down on his cock. His tip instantly met with your cushion, at which you both exchanged sounds of pleasure in your mouths. Your pussy swallowed Beni. The warmth alone could make him cum, but he was determined to last as long as possible.

Your heated juices coated his cock as the lewd noises of your obnoxiously swirling tongues bounced off the walls of your shop. You moved your hands to cuff his face the more intense kissing became. How you sensually bit down on his lips caused him to groan, gripping your waist tightly to bury himself balls deep. Like the sly fox you are, you attempted to move on his cock. However, Benimaru wasn't having it. Not because he didn't want you to. He knew even one movement you made, he would cum on cue.

That’s what good pussy does to you.

“Y/N—Don’t tempt me.”

“I wanna cum, Beni,” you whimpered.

“Oh? Is that so?” He gave you one more smooch before resting his back comfortably in the chair. He told you not to move, but you were convinced he kept doing these subtle movements to stuff himself further. Never did you expect Benimaru Shinmon to be a fucking tease. “Be a good slut and use me to make yourself cum. Play with your pussy, and don’t look away either.”

The demand in your voice caused you to clench around him. You tried to return your lips to his, but he pulled his face back, standing firm on what he said about watching you cum. Your fingers made their way down to your throbbing bud to flick it intensely, hoping to chase your release. As instructed, you held contact with those crimson irises that matched in color to the heat that ran across his cheeks. You used your other hand to free your perfectly sagged tits to toy with your nipples, and it was an action that had Benimaru twitching in your pussy.

He rubbed your bottom lip with his thumb before placing his fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, but you instinctively began sucking on his fingers. Gosh, you were fucking hot, and Benimaru couldn't agree more. You were such a good slut for him. He refused to allow this night to end here, thinking he would take you back to your place and fuck you well. He knew he was supposed to observe you while you played with yourself. Though, he couldn't help but throw his head from feeling your cunt pulsating around him.

“B-Beni, look at me. I-I’m about to cum,” you stammered, recklessly rubbing your clit.

“Do you understand how good you feel, Y/N? This pussy is so damn warm and wet. And you look so pretty. Fuck, I’m about to cum with you.”

Benimaru abruptly stood up to gently place your back on a table near you, returning his lips to you one last time before nutting. Forget wanting to watch you cum. He needed to taste the sweetness of your whimpers in his mouth. He shooed away your hand on your bud to use his own to vigorously massage it. With every flick he took, your back deepened its arch, and you further clenched around him. Your moans increased in volume due to the applied pressure on your clit—your climax was now here, and Benimaru was right behind you.

“You’re squeezing so tightly, Y/N,” he rasped.

“Because I’m cumming, Beni. R-Rub my clit harder—please.”

Your eyes rolled back as you released your tensions, fully decorating Benimaru with your cream that kept his cock perfectly as he requested. Even after cumming, arousal burns throughout your body. Your walls fluttered and contracted, clenching and unclenching around him.

He felt like he was on edge. His cock kept twitching uncontrollably, and not too long after you, he came himself. Benimaru didn't have enough time to pull out, but honestly, you had no complaints about him flooding you with his cum. The shared heat of your cunt and his bitters were the perfect temperatures. For months, he dreamt of you wrapping around his cock, and he was sure to cherish this moment.

You watched as he lolled his head while still balls deep in your pussy. You shared steady breaths and a final moan once he pulled his now soft member out of you. He fixed your panties back in place, so his seeds didn't spill between your thighs, but based on how stuffed you felt, you knew they would regardless. He fixed his trousers before lifting you by your waist, returning to the chair to where he gave you soft kisses.

“You did so well, pretty girl. Now, come on. Let me take you home so I can fuck you.”

𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥…

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DRABBLE: THEY’RE YOUR BLIND V-DAY DATE ❤️🍷💕 (CROSSOVER ANIME) (18+) (For Black!Fem!Readers)

Writer’s Note: Got another something for V-Day for y’all. I decided to do one for multiple anime characters cuz I’m a slut for all them 2D characters & couldn’t decide on one specific show lol. Plus it sounded fun! And important disclaimers I’ll just make a note of before the actual Drabble. I hope y’all enjoy! ☺️🥰 -Jazz

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LEVI ACKERMAN (AOT)

The first night, you’re nervous, to say the least, especially when Hange warns you about his appearance.

“Why?” you had asked over margaritas and tacos, already perplexed and slightly unnerved by her warning. “Is he really ugly or something?”

Hange, sitting across from you in her glasses with her locks of long, chestnut brown hair cascading down her shoulders, shook her head. “No, no, my dear!” she immediately protested. “He’s actually quite handsome despite the broody thing. But he does have some scars from a mission gone wrong at his job and he’s blind in one eye.” She took a sip of her margarita as if to soften the next blow. “And he’s missing a leg,” she finished.

You were taken aback to say the least, but you didn’t let that stop you. You aren’t prejudice and you refused to let that stop you from at least giving Hange’s friend a chance. Apparently, Levi has been a firefighter for a couple of years and has recently broken up with a longtime girlfriend, so Hange figured he could get back into the dating pool and realize that there are great girls out there starting with you!

So the weekend of Valentine’s Day, Hange texts you the name of the restaurant and you take an Uber there after spending the entire day doing your hair, picking out an outfit, and giving yourself a makeover. You decided on a soft glam look as this is the first time you’re meeting the guy and a pretty, red dress that hugs your frame and zips in the back.

When you get of the Uber in front of the quaint and low-key yet romantic restaurant, you take a table near the doo so it’ll be easier to see Levi walk in and flag him down. You still have no idea what he looks like, only that he’ll be wearing a black trench coat, he’s tall, and he has a large scar going over his eye. “His team calls him Scar, apparently,” Hange laughed. “It helps that he has a smooth, deep voice too!”

You admit that you were curious to see him and hear that “smooth, deep” voice she told you about. So you sit and order a glass of wine, waiting for his arrival as you stare out at the passing cars and people…only he never comes. You wait and you wait and you wait, but he never shows his face. You call Hange, thinking maybe you have the wrong restaurant or time or day, but all is correct. You think that maybe he’s in traffic or something came up, but Hange never calls to tell you either.

When your appetizer comes and the candle sitting in the middle of the table begins to melt, you feel your heart sink to the pit of your stomach. You’ve been stood up. The realization hits you like a brick to the face. Quickly, you order the check and a box for your food pay the waiter before running out of the restaurant in tears. You feel stupid. Wasteful. Foolish in your pretty dress and heels.

Hange comes over to see you with the quickness when you tell her that night, ice cream and face masks in tow. “I can’t believe him!” she says, enraged, with a sheet mask on her face. “He told me he’d be there and then he doesn’t show up? Who does he think he is? Why, I’m gonna give that man a piece of my–“

“Don’t Hange,” you sigh, shoveling another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. “Just leave it be. He probably just changed his mind or wasn’t ready.” You are ready to move on and forget it, but the universe doesn’t let you. A week later while at work of all places, you get an unknown call. Thinking it’s one of those scammers, you give a sharp “hello”.

“Uh…hi,” a smooth, deep, velvety voice replies. “This is Levi, Hange’s friend. This is Y/N, correct?” You heart drops into your ass and it takes a moment for you to reply. “Uh, y-yeah,” you answer. “Yeah, this is her. You’re Hange’s friend? Did you get my number from her?”

“I had to,” Levi replies, his voice making your stomach do flips. “I’m sorry if that’s weird, but I just…” He pauses, sighing. “I had to talk to you,” he finishes, sounding completely beaten. “I’m so sorry for not coming last week. I was so afraid for you to see me because of my appearance. I was so sure you'd find me unattractive and not like what you see. I’m very insecure in that and I let it get the best of me, but that doesn’t mean you deserved that. Hange already went up my ass about it.”

You softly giggle, knowing she would. "So, if you don’t despise me too much and you’re willing, can we meet up for dinner this Friday night if you’re free?” He sounds hopeful and slightly afraid. You don’t know why you say yes, but you do and you make plans to meet for ramen on Friday. When the day comes, you wear a more casual outfit–-a pretty cashmere sweater, jeans, and some boots––but still style your hair and makeup to look presentable. ‘Second time’s a charm, I guess,’ you think.

It’s a dry, cool night so you wait outside the restaurant for Levi to arrive, texting him that you’re there prior to your arrival. Ten minutes into waiting, you think he isn’t going to show and that he duped you again, but then your phone rings. Your heart leaps at the sight of his caller ID and you answer. “Hello?” you answer, noticing how breathless you sound.

“Look up,” Levi says and you do, seeing him standing before you across the street under a streetlight. The soft light illuminates his features: a sharp jawline and cheekbones, soft, pale skin, one eye the color of a gray ocean, and the other milky where a long scar runs from his eyebrow to his cheek. He walks towards you slowly, his hand on his left leg where his prosthetic is, and finally makes it over to you. He is extremely attractive and smells like toasted vanilla. “You’re Y/N, I take it?” he asks, a small smile on his face.

“And you’re Levi,” you reply, your heart battering against your ribcage. He gives a slight nod, his one eye roaming over your frame. “My God, you’re stunning,” he chuckles as if he can hardly believe it. “Even more than that the first night. I had come, but I never went into the restaurant. I was so intimidated by the way you looked that I just–“

“Stop,” you interrupt, not liking the thought of him standing outside looking into the restaurant window at you, feeling so horrible about his looks. “That was then and this is now. And you’re wrong, by the way.” One of Levi’s eyebrow raises in confusion. “I do like what I see,” you say, your voice soft and shy. “Fo the record, you’re one of the sexiest guys I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

The laugh Levi lets out just about fills you with joy and you just about melt before he holds the door for you to enter the restaurant, not so discreetly staring at your ass as he does.

NANAMI KENTO (JJK)

He’s a professor and he’s a blonde is what you’re told by Gojo…but that’s about all he tells you, the asshole.

“You’re asking me to go on a date with a dude I don’t even know and you won’t even tell me what he looks like?” You’re sitting with him at brunch with bottomless mimosas when he runs it by you. You get the feeling he just invited you out with the promise of mimosas, good omelettes, and paying just to toss this at you.

Gojo gives you his big, gigawatt smile as he sits across from you wearing his usual shades. “Trust me, babe! He’s a good and attractive guy! If I wasn’t taken, I’d fuck him myself.” He snorts to himself, shoveling some eggs into his mouth. “But I don’t even think I’m his type.”

From what you gathered at the start of brunch, Kento Nanami is Gojo’s very stoic, very introverted, very lonely friend who is need of a date this upcoming Valentine’s Day. Though intelligent and handsome, Nanami isn’t too good with women and hasn’t been in a romantic relationship is quite some time. “I swear, he’s not an incel,” Gojo swears, one hand on his heart and the other held high. “He loves women! He’s just…awkward.”

You aren’t sure if you like that answer. “What if I meet him and I don’t like him?” you ask, taking a break for you mimosa. “I mean, I’m only agreeing to this because you said you’d pay me.” And Gojo did. He figures you’re the perfect girl––smart, pretty, and funny––to bring Nanami out of his shell. “$50,” he sing-songs. “And if you hate his guts, you'll get another $50, I promise. But give him a chance, Y/N! He needs it!”

To not hear him whine and beg, you roll your eyes and agree. Gojo arranges for you to meet with Nanami at a winter light show in the park that is done every year. It’s the perfect place to meet since it’s romantic and very populated. You dress in your warmest and cutest coat before hurrying to meet Nanami, your boots crunching in the snow. The park is decorated in twinkling lights that line the trees, walkways, and fountains.

You’re so enchanted by the lights that you barely see the slick of ice lining the sidewalk. You misstep and your left foot goes skidding. “Oh, shit!” you gasp as you fall, but you don't feel the ground or the cold snow. You don’t feel anything at all except two warm, strong arms wrapped around you. You look up into the warm eyes of an older man. An older, extremely attractive man with a blonde undercut and wearing a tan wool coat. “Are you alright, miss?” he worriedly asks. His voice is deep yet warm and sweet like honey. You’re so taken by the stranger than you barely notice that he has set you upright. “Um…yeah,” you answer albeit softly.

You blink at him, noticing how tall and well-built he is behind his coat. His hands are strong and capable and you find yourself staring at them even when he shoves them into his pocket. “Nanami?” you hesitantly question. You watch his darker blonde brows furrow in confusion then rise in realization. “You’re Y/N,” he realizes. “Forgive me. Gojo didn’t tell me what you’d look up or what you’d be wearing.”

You think you see his eyes trailing over you, but you can’t focus on it for too long. “That’s okay,” you laugh. “That’s Gojo, for you. How do you know him?” Nanami begins to walk with you to the line at the entrance gate to enter the event, keeping the same slow pace as you. “We went to the same high school and remained friends ever since. How did you meet him?”

“We met through a mutual friend and just clicked,” you explain. “Her name is Shoko.” Recognition crosses Nanami’s face at the name. “Shoko?” he asks, a light flickering in his eyes. “I know her as well. We all went to the same school.”

“What a coincidence!” you giggle, glad to have something to break the ice (other than your fall). “Thank you again for helping me. I know I’m dumb for wearing these things in the snow.” You nod down at your heeled boots to which Nanami only stares at, never smiling. His expression is unreadable and slightly intimidating. But you can tell it’s just awkwardness. Now you see what Gojo meant.

But rather than be unnerved by it, you find yourself wanting to break through it. You want to get to the warm core of this man. “Um…should we walk?” you ask, nodding at the entrance gate. Nanami nods, but looks slightly worried. “Will you be alright?” he asks, still staring at your feet. “You may want to hold onto me.” He offers you his arm, a slight tinge of pink to his cheeks that one could pass off for the cold. Your heart leaps at the chance to touch him, even be near him.

“What a gentleman,” you chuckle. “I didn't think chivalry still existed.” You take his coat sleeve and let him lead you through the entrance into the park’s first trail. A chuckle that makes your stomach flip and your pussy leap leaves Nanami’s mouth. “I wouldn’t say all of that, but thank you. I would just think I’m being a good human being. So Gojo told me about your job. What is that like?”

The park is truly beautiful, decorated head to toe with lights that twinkle and dance. But you’re not focusing on the lights; just Nanami and his conversation. For such a stoic guy, he can really hold a conversation. He tells you all about his job as a professor and his students; what subjects he likes; his life outside of work. He asks you about you and all of your habits, hobbies, and joys. He listens intently, putting them all in his brain’s filing cabinet. You find similarities about each other, including favorite books, movies, and your love for the beach.

The date lasts for an hour and you enjoy every minute of it. You like being around Nanami, enjoying his stale humor and shy smile. More than anything, you like his presence. You like how soft his wool coat feels under your finger. You like how he keeps his arm at reach, even when you release him at times. You like how he keeps the same pace as you, never walking too fast and always straying at your side, his black leather shoes tapping against the concrete. You’re feeling him and you want to let him know that when you finally reach the end of the park where the last attraction, an ice sculptor decorated in lights, stands.

“Wow,” you sigh. “So pretty.”

Nanami stands next to you as you stare up in awe at the attraction. “Yes,” he agrees, though he isn’t looking at the lights. His attention is solely on you. He likes the way the lights illuminate your skin that contrasts with his. He likes the brown of your eyes, so warm and tempting like chocolate. He likes your humor and sweet laugh. He likes you and he isn’t too shy to show it. You can see it when you turn and find him already staring at you, bold and heated.

He is sexy. He is alluring. And you want him. “Nanami?” you shyly ask. His eyebrows raise, acknowledging your question. You turn to him fully and stare up at him through you lashes. “I don’t usually do this, but…would you want to come home with me?” He is silent, staring at you wordlessly, and your stomach flip with discomfort. “For coffee, maybe?” you add.

Nanami doesn’t have to be asked again. To end such a perfect date, you find yourself on your back with Nanami on top of you, looking so handsome above you as he pounds your pussy into the mattress. His big hands pin your thighs apart and up to his broad shoulders, your painted toes and skin contrasting deliciously with his lighter skin. “So pretty,” he groans. “You were the prettiest thing there tonight. Fuck, darling, you’re so tight!”

He thrusts into you harder, faster, making the bed squeak and you lose your voice from how loud you moan. You can feel yourself about to cum after so much foreplay and stimulation (Nanami is a gentle lover). “Kento!” you whine, digging your nails into his shoulders. “I’m gonna cum! Please…please cum with me!”

And he does. At the sound of you begging, he bursts inside of you with a ragged groan as you cum all over his big cock, your pussy walls squeezing around him and stroking his shaft. As you do, his lips find yours, giving you a passionate kiss that could melt the ice with how hot it is.

NICO ROBIN (One Piece)

*Note: Reader is plus-sized!

Nami swore up and down that you needed to go on a date for Valentine’s Day to forget about your short-term “situationship”.

“Just give a chance, Y/N,” she said to you over ramen. She treated you to lunch at the best ramen place in town while you were on your work break. “It’s just for one night and I can’t stand the thought of my best friend alone on Valentine’s Day! And she’s a great girl, seriously!”

You looked down at your bowl of ramen, feeling hot under your sweater dress that clung to your plump body. The idea of a blind date didn’t appeal to you much, especially being such a big girl. Usually, when people got a look at you, they either ghosted you after the first date or didn’t give you the time of day. Why did she think this was a good idea?

“Just be careful,” Zoro said, shoveling spicy miso ramen into his mouth. “She’ll charm the pants off of you…or skirt…whatever you’ll be wearing.” Nami smacked him on the the arm hard, making the green-haired hunk hiss in pain. “Don’t listen to him, honey. Robin is just a sweet-talker. You have nothing to worry about!”

But when you finally get a look at your date, you don’t think that’s true. Nami set the date up at a high-scale bar where the working class and hotshot businessmen come for happy hour. When you walk in, you immediately feel self-conscious despite looking oh-so yummy in your waistband coat that flares around your waist and pink dress that makes your skin and brown eyes pop. But the dress also sticks to your body, accentuating each curve, ripple, and roll. Though your stomach ripples with nerves, you also feel slightly confident catching eyes under the warm lights above.

You sit at the sleek bar and order yourself a cocktail to loosen up a bit more while you search for your date at the door. Nami only told you that she’s “tall with long black hair and might be wearing purple”. You’re curious as to what this girl is like and if she likes what she sees. You sip on your cocktail and scroll through your phone for a couple of minutes, completely unaware of the eyes you have captured from down at the bar.

When you turn around in your stool to place your glass down, you find another cocktail sitting behind you. Confused, you flag down the bartender. “I didn’t order this,” you tell him, pushing the glass towards him. “It was sent to you,” he explains. “From down at the bar.” You look in that direction, but find no one paying any attention to you. “But I have a date,” you protest. “I can't accept this.”

“That’s correct,” a sweet yet smooth and sultry voice purrs behind you, “and it’s usually rude to deny a drink from her.” The voice causes your body to react instantly: the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end; your heart pounds in your chest; your stomach flips. You turn and see your blind date standing behind you in the flesh.

Beautiful isn’t a word to use for Robin. She is absolutely stunning. A straight vixen oozing confidence and poise as she stands behind you in a purple cocktail dress that illuminates her soft, pale skin and blue eyes that steal the air from your lungs. She tall and slender with piano fingers painted in a dark rouge that you want to feel wrapped around your body, but has a rack that can stop traffic and is definitely catching eyes. Her long, shiny, black locks of hair cascade down her slender shoulders, catching the light above. You are in awe of her and her beauty as are the others in the bar.

“Y/N?” she asks in her alluring voice. Wordlessly, you nod and close your mouth to avoid looking like an idiot. “I’m Nico Robin, Nami’s friend. She’s told me so much about you.” She puts a slender hand out to shake yours, giving you a whiff of her luxurious-smelling perfume and a peek of golden Tiffany bracelet.

You put your hand in hers, feeling warm from her touch. “N-Nice to meet you,” you stutter. “Please, have a seat. Do you want a drink?” Robin raises her brows questionably as she settles onto a stool next to you. You flush under the lights, thanking God that he made you Black. “It’s only right since you ordered me one.”

Robin smiles, her pearly whites and dimples making you damn near melt. “How sweet of you,” she giggles. She orders herself a dirty Martini with extra olives and thanks you again when it comes. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting. I got caught up in some work.” She slowly crosses her soft, long, milky legs over one another. You do your best not to stare.

You give her a smile, pretending that you’re not turned the fuck on by her, and lean your elbow against your chin. “So you’re an archaeologist, right? That’s such an interesting job.” She smiles at the compliment and at the mention of her career as you sip your cocktail. “Well, I’ve always been attracted to history since I was young. I’m attracted to intelligence too, which you seem to have a lot of.” Her smile turns flirty and now you know what Zoro was talking about. You’re already charmed by her. “Tell me: what’s your job like?” she asks.

Your conversations last for hours and flow perfectly, especially after you get your second drinks in you. You tell her about your job and quietly gush over her curiosity and awe, realizing how much she loves learning. You talk about everything, from city life to books to anime, learning that you both love magical girl anime, especially Sailor Moon. You didn't expect that from Robin because of how poised she is and her love for dark colors, but as soon as you mention Sailor Moon, her eyes widen in excitement. “I love Sailor Moon!” She laughs. “I cosplayed as Sailor Mars two Halloweens ago. I bet you’d look so pretty as a Sailor Scout, especially with the skirt.”

That’s another thing you learn about Robin: she’s a flirt. She sneaks in little sly compliments to obviously make you flustered…and it’s working. You try to do the same, complimenting her on her outfit and her smile. “I can see why everyone is so fond of you in here,” you say, nodding at the group of businessmen playing pool that are not so discreetly staring at you both from across the room. Robin giggles, turning back to you with a hooded gaze. “Too bad,” she sighs, not at all sounding disappointed. “I’m here with you.”

As the night goes on, it gets looser as you both become more comfortable with each other. You talk about everything and anything, telling each other funny stories and showing pictures of your pets. “You’re a dog mom too?” you coo, gushing over her wallpaper of her and a fluffy, brown animal dressed as Santa Claus though he has pointed ears and horns. “Reindeer mom,” she corrects you and titters at your confusion. “It’s a long story, but that’s my perfect little boy. His name is Chopper.”

Other than Robin being a sweet-talker as Nami said, you also find out many other things about this alluring, attractive woman. Like how much she loves plays and Disney movies, becoming so excited when you ask her about her favorite films. “I love musicals,” she shyly says, an endearing blush on her face. “Can you tell I’m a secret theatre kid?” Or how she tends to ramble about information she’s obtained from books and documentaries about tribes long gone and age-old urban legends. You could listen to her talk for hours. Unbeknownst to you, she feels the same about you whenever you speak about yourself and your interests.

As the alcohol takes its affect on you both, she also tells you that she’s a devil fruit user, a term you’ve heard before since many in the world are, including your mutual friend Luffy. When you ask her about her ability, she just winks behind her third martini glass. “A woman never draws all of her cards…not all at once, anyway.”

As the night draws on, so do the drinks and soon, you’re feeling loose and bold. You decide to show her your hidden talent which is rolling your eyes to the right and the left. “I can wiggle my ears too,” you say, showing her much to her amusement. She applauds you, giggling at your talent. “My, you’re full of surprises,” she giggles. “And so am I.”

You suddenly feel something tickling your sides and look down to see two disembodied hands tickling you. Robin’s hands. You look at her in shock as she retracts her extra arms, using them to grab her third martini and take a sip. “The perks of being a devil fruit user,” she chuckles. At the sight of your expression, she grows concerned. “Do they frighten you?”

“No,” you answer honestly. “They’re…” You stare at her extra hands, wondering how many more she has and how they would feel on your body. “Pretty,” you decide to answer with. That is enough for Robin to decide what she wants from you tonight.

So when you’re both still sitting there when the bar is emptying out, she makes it known. “Oh, dear,” she sighs, exhaling in disappointment as the bartenders clean and the drunk crowd empties out. “It appears that our date has become to an end.” She turns to you, placing a warm hand on yours. “I really enjoyed meeting you, Y/N,” she says, a smile on her face that makes you ache.

You don’t want tonight to end. You don’t want her to go. You need more of her touch. She seems to understand and see the mutual disappointment in your eyes because she doesn’t release your hand. “Unless you want this night to continue,” she adds, her voice like honey in your ears. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t very attracted to you too, unless I’m mistaking the chemistry.” You can’t speak, so you shake your head and her eyes twinkle. She leans in toward you, engulfing you in her scent. “Just say the words and I’ll go with you,” she whispers into your ear.

Desire overwhelms you and you squeeze her hand, interlacing your fingers. “I’ll call a Lyft,” you exhale. Robin smiles, keeping her hand in yours.

She doesn’t let go even hours later when your fingers are interlaced with each others’ while your legs are pined open by her extra hands on the bed. Your moans and whimpers fill the darkness of your bedroom as she moves her tongue against your clit, moaning eagerly and sloppily into your pussy as she eats you like there is no tomorrow. “Now I can really show you how good I am with my hands,” she giggles, looking up at you between your thighs. “You’re so cute like this, pretty girl.”

You can feel that knot in your core tightening the more she moves her jaw, going faster and faster until you have no choice. “Robin,” you whine. “I'm gonna…gonna…!” Your back arches and your legs shake around Robin’s face.

Her hold on you tightens, her hands gripping your thighs.“Cum for me, gorgeous,” she hums. “I’ve got you. Cum all over my face like a good girl.” One thing is for sure while you gush around Robin’s face, loving how she eagerly laps up everything you give her: another date is definitely in the future for you and her.

PRO!KATSUKI BAKUGOU & KIRISHIMA EJIROU (BHNA)

*Note: Reader is plus-sized & a bimbo!

*Disclaimer: Bakugou & Kiri are both aged-up (over the age of 18) in this drabble!

You don’t know why you agreed to do this blind date thing, but your friend put you up to it after she reminded you of your NY resolution to try new things to help yourself.

“You need to put yourself out there more, girl!” she argued over the phone with you. “Do you see how hot you are?! You deserve to have someone on your arm!” You pouted as you painted your toe nails a pretty bubblegum pink, your feet hanging over you bathtub smelling like vanilla bubblebath.

Though she is right about you deserving a nice guy to tell you how pretty you are, most of the guys you dated either used you as arm candy, hit in then quit it, or just stopped talking to you because of your, uh…bimbo-ness. You know you have no filter and sometimes you do come off as dumb, but you’re trying your best! And you’re kind and the sweetest person anyone will ever meet! Isn’t that enough?

“Yeah, but a blind date though?” you complained into the phone sitting on your sink. “How am I gonna go on a date if I can’t see, girl?” You gasped, even more mortified. “Or will my date be blind?! How will be able to see me and my cute outfit?!”

Your friend just laughed. She knows you’re not the brightest crayon in the box, but you’re just too cute and sweet. “Honey, no! A blind date is when you meet someone you’ve never seen or met before. Someone else sets the date up for you.” Your heart resumed its normal pattern and you relaxed into the water. “Ohhh,” you realized with a giggle. “Well, if you’re setting it up, can you tell me anything about him?”

Your friend refused, much to your dismay. “Nope, but you’ll meet him later this week. Saturday night at 7 PM, don’t be late. I’ll give you all the details before then.” You hung up, a bit nervous but excited, already picturing your outfit for the day.

The Saturday of Valentine’s Day weekend, you go to the cafe your friend tells you to go to which is only a few blocks from your apartment. You dress in a pink sweater that does nothing to hide your voluptuous bosom and a pretty, cherry red skit that hugs your tummy and voluptuous ass, the damn thing so short that the ruffles stop mid-thigh, a sliver of your asscheeks seen whenever you bend over. You pair your V-Day outfit with some warm stockings and high black boots before putting on your favorite fluffy, pink coat.

An hour later after putting on some vanilla-scented body spray and giving your lips a slick of your favorite Fenty Gloss in a sparkly pink, you stand in line to order your food, hoping that will ease your nerves over today. Because your friend loves you so much, she set you up for two dates today: one at the cafe and the other later tonight at your favorite bar.

Your first date is a redheaded hunk, according to your friend. “He’s got red hair and he’s a fucking giant,” she giggles. “And he’s SUPER fine. You’ll know him when see him.” You melted at the details. “I do like big guys,” you sigh dreamily. Your second date is just as fine, but a hothead. “My friend works with him at his agency and apparently, he’s got a mouth.” Your friend rolled her eyes. "The dude is like a pit bull, but he's so fucking sexy.”

“I’m a little nervous though,” you mumbled, starting to feel insecure. “You think he’ll like me?” Your friend looked at you like you were insane, making you laugh. “Who wouldn’t? You’re adorable!”

And you feel adorable when you go next to the counter and the cashier’s eyes shoots straight to your tits. You don’t notice, too busy feening for some sweet, sugar coffee. “Hi, can I please get a peppermint mocha latte with two pumps of caramel, please?” You are so damn cute that the guy blushes and quickly rings you up. You pay and thank him when you get your drink before walking off, but stop when something captures you.

There, hidden behind a glass container behind the counter, are a bunch of seasonal-flavored doughnuts lined up in a row. Your eyes immediately go for the one coated in pink frosting, powdered sugar, and red and pink sprinkles. “Oooh,” you coo to yourself. “So pretty.”

“Agreed,” says a raspy, sexy voice from behind you. You turn a little too quickly and a bit of coffee sloshes over the top of your drink and onto the crotch of the guy standing behind you. “Oops, I’m so sorry!” you gasp. “I didn’t even see you! Oh, it’s gonna stain! Here, quick!” You quickly reach for a wad of napkins and begin to dab at the man’s crotch, not even realizing how it looks.

Still not even bothering to look up, the blonde furiously blushes while the redhead behind him stifles a laugh. “That’s quite okay,” he chuckles. “At least now he smells like peppermint down there.” The blonde growls like he wants to commit murder. “Plus, Katsuki was standing way too close to you in line, weren’t you, ‘Suki?”

You hand the napkins over to the blonde, hyper focused on the nickname. “‘Suki,” you giggle. “That’s such a cute…” Your words die in you that when you finally, finally, look up into the eyes of the two finest, sexiest men you’ve ever seen in your life. One of them has long, red hair cascading down his broad shoulders, fanged teeth that flash at you as he smiles, friendly, crimson eyes, and piercings––dangling from his ears, embedded in his eyebrow, and snakebites in his bottom lip. The other sports a platinum blonde undercut and a scowl that slightly softens at the sight of you. He, too, has crimson eyes that widen at your pretty face and outfit and one piercing in his plump bottom lip. The only things similar about the duo are how tall, buff, and sexy they both are. “Name,” you weakly finish. “I-I’m Y/N.”

The redhead grins, putting his big ass hand out for a shake. “Ejirou,” he says, “but my friends call me Kiri.” You do so, noticing how calloused his palm is and how much his sweater stretches against his pecs. The blonde has the same issue, his V-neck shirt way too tight for his toned body. “Bakugou,” he grumbles, giving you an intense stare that makes you melt on the inside.

Those gears in your head start turning and you gape at the duo. “Wait…I know you two!” you gasp. “You guys are those superheroes, right? Dynamight and Red Riot!” Kiri tosses his head back and laughs while Bakugou glares daggers at you. “Damn, could you be any louder?” he growls. You cover your mouth, flushing with embossment. “Sorry!” you whisper. "I’m just a big fan of you two! I almost didn’t recognize you in normal clothes. I have your posters and all of your merch!”

Kiri gives Bakugou a look that he would seeing a cat do something cute. And that is what you are: a cute little kitty. Something adorable and sweet yet you have a sexiness to you that both men are coming to find. “Well, it's always a pleasure to meet a fan. Especially such a cute one.” He grins at the way you giggle bashfully. “I’m guessing you’re a fan of sweets? Me too. I was actually planning on getting one of those for my boyfriend, my date, and I.”

You notice Kiri gaze at Bakugou when he says “my boyfriend” and you quietly gush to yourself. “Oh, you two are dating?” you coo, much to Bakugou’s dismay. He’s so cute when he blushes! “That’s so sweet! Here, I’ll treat you guys to ‘em to make up for that nasty spill.”

Kiri is just about ready to scoop you up and take you home with them when you dig into your bag for your Hello Kitty wallet. “Well, isn’t that sweet? You up for somethin’ sweet, Katsuki?”

Though Bakugou feels the same way, he still wants to feel you out and see if this “bimbo-esque” personality you’ve got going on is a fake. “It’s whatever,” he grumbles. “But you’d better get me the chocolate one. I don’t want the one with all of those sprinkles and shit on it.” You vigorously nod, taking out some cash. “You got it!” you giggle and hand them the cash. After getting back in line, Kiri orders one chocolate and two strawberry donuts and his and Bakugou’s drinks.

You thank the cashier when she hands you each pastry individually wrapped in a paper bag, nice, warm, and toasty from the oven. You turn to the pros and hand them the treats. “Here you guys go,” you sweetly say. Bakugou grumbles as he takes his while Kiri gives you a big gigawatt grin. “Thanks, cutie,” he chuckles. You expect them to start eating them, but you’re shocked when Bakugou hands one of the strawberry ones to you.

You freeze, confused. “But…this is for your date,” you say, completely clueless. “Aren’t you gonna give it to them?” Bakugou pinches the bridge of his nose like a dad with a dumbass child. “Oh, my God,” he groans. Kiri thinks it’s endearingly hilarious, holding his stomach as he laughs. “You are our date, silly girl!” he giggles. “Well, mine, technically. Your friend set us up to have dates with you at different times today, but we both just came together since we’re dating. I hope that’s cool.”

You gape at them, wondering if they’re serious. Two of the hottest pros on a date with you? At the same time?! You just about squeal with excitement. “Sure!” you giggle, your heart leaping for joy. “The more, the better! Let’s go sit down so we can get to know each other more.”

The two are happy to oblige. Kiri picks out a table in the back that is more secluded and near the window for the sights. Before you sit, you turn to Katsuki with an apologetic pout. “I’m sorry again about the spill, Bakugou.”

The blonde cuts his eyes at you and you can't tell what he’s thinking due to how permanent his scowl is. But that changes when he pulls your chair out for you. “Katsuki,” he replies. “And stop mentionin’ it. Besides, I know some other way you can make up for it later…maybe with your number.” He gives you a lopsided smirk that makes you tingle between your thighs.

“Chill,” Kiri cuts in, rolling his eyes. “Sorry about him. We don’t usually flirt too hard on the first date…but you’re just too cute to resist.” He boldly looks you up and down, tugging lightly on his bottom lip. You wonder what else he can do with his mouth as the cafe’s atmosphere becomes more tense between the three of you. “Well, I could say the same about you two,” you purr, a shy giggle leaving your lips.

That’s what the duo want to hear. Bakugou’s smirk widens, a twinkle in his vermillion eyes. “Glad the feelin’ is mutual, mama,” he whispers. “So you sittin’ or what? My fuckin’ coffee’s gettin’ cold.” You do so and you never want the date to end…unless it’s to spend more time with them in private.

NICHOLAS "NICO" BROWN (GANGSTA!)

You stand outside of a jazz club one chilly night, watching the passersby and wondering which one may be your blind date.

Worick told you all about his friend, Nico, but you’ve never met him before. You only know that the two work together and have known each other since childhood. You’ve only known Worick for two years after he helped you out of a messy financial situation with your asshole ex-boyfriend who, according to Worick, nearly shat himself when Worick threatened to bring Nico in to handle things. Apparently, Nico is well known throughout the town for being an extremely threatening and intimidating figure.

Why in the fuck would Worick want to set you up with someone like that? “He’s a cool dude, really!” he assured you over coffee. “Just…quiet. And it has nothing to do with the fact that he’s deaf. He’s just a quiet guy; a little awkward; introverted…”

‘Not to mention threatening and intimidating,’ you thought to yourself. “And you thought I was just perfect for this guy?” you scoffed. “What will we even talk about? How can I talk to him if he’s so quiet?”

“If you ask him something, he’ll answer you,” the handsome blonde replied. “And don’t worry too much about signing. He can read lips, but just make sure you slow down with your words.” Though Worick knows you know sign language due to your father being deaf since you were an infant. He can tell you’re still hesitant to say yes and folds his hands into a prayer.

“C’mon, sweetie,” he begs. “The guy has NEVER been on a Valentine’s Day date before and his last girlfriend was a fucking bitch who dumped him because he was deaf. All she wanted was his massive dick…sorry.”

He apologized when he saw your reaction. You didn’t need to know that his childhood friend has a big dick! ….Though you are curious to know just how big. “He needs someone kind, considerate, and sweet. You fit the bill! Just give him a chance, please?”

Before you agreed, Worick told you all about Nico’s ex, happy to do so when you asked. Apparently, she was the daughter of a rich family that he and Worick were in charge of guarding for a couple of months. She and Nico grew closer, had a sexual relationship, and Nico caught feelings while she didn’t, claiming it was because she didn’t want to date someone deaf due to it being “too much work”. You felt bad for Nico, especially when hearing how much it hurt him.

“You’re lucky I love you,” you sighed at Worick’s pleading stare. He clapped his big, calloused hands and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Love you too, sweetie,” he chuckled. “I’ll fill you in on the details later this week.”

He instructed you to meet Nico at an underground jazz club that Nico particularly likes for its seclusion and because no one bothers him too much in there. You dressed in a simple cocktail dress, flats and a cardigan to keep warm in the chill. Combined with your styled hair and soft makeup, you think you look pretty. You hope this “Nico" person thinks so too. When you look down the street among the other stores and taverns, you see a man walking up the road and you immediately know that your date has arrived.

He is big. Huge! The man is nothing but bulky muscle hidden beneath his black tee, baggy jeans, and leather jacket standing at six-foot something. He towers over you as he gets closer, so much so that you have to look up at him to actually look at his face. You can see why he's so intimidating. Other than the height and build, Nico carries himself with a roughness and a confidence that is unshakeable and undeniable. It’s scary…yet also thrilling. Kinda sexy too.

Under the soft glow of the street lamps, you get a good look at his features: he has a soft tan to his skin, thick, soft-looking lips, and eyes a deep, dark chocolate that you can get lost in forever. Silver dog tags hang from his thick neck that has your blood going hot and slight scars and bruises that you can see on his knuckles. You wonder, briefly, how he got them. He’s very, very handsome. Realizing he’s waiting for you to make the first move, you clear your throat. “Uh….hi!” you greet, giving him a wave. He nods, barely cracking a smile. “You’re Nico?” you sign with your hands and verbally ask. “I’m Y/N, Worick’s friend.”

Nico shakes your hand and you notice how big, warm, and calloused his palm is. It makes your pussy tingle embarrassingly so. “The teacher, right?” he signs with those thick fingers. “He told me you teach little kids.” You nod, smiling proudly at your occupation. “Yes, pre-K,” you giggle. “They’re adorable, but a handful.”

There is an awkwardness between you, mostly because Nico is such a silent guy. He also keeps that stoic scowl on his face, so you don’t really know what he’s thinking. “So what do you do?” you curiously ask. “Worick never filled me in on that. He just said you do ‘business’ together as Handymen.” At this, Nico cracks a crooked smirk. “Something like that,” he signs. That intrigues you a bit.

“Do you wanna go inside?” you ask, nodding at the door. “We’ll freeze before we get a chance to get to know each other more.” You give a small laugh to which he only nods, making you feel like a fish out of water. He opens the door for you, surprising you, and nods you into the warm club.

“Thank you,” you whisper, catching his intoxicating scent of cologne and lavender soap as you walk in. A bit of cigarette smoke clings to his clothes too, but it doesn't bother you much. The club is small yet cozy and dimly lit for a more intimate feel. Many people are at the bar or on the dance floor near the small stage where a band plays, the sounds of piano and cello mingling in the air.

After getting your drinks from the bar (you get a cocktail while Nico picks a beer), you pick a table near the window and Nico pulls out a chair for you. You flush bashfully at his actions, not taking him for such a sweet guy. “Such a gentleman,” you laugh as he pushes you in and takes a seat across from you. “Worick didn’t tell me that. He said you’re very quiet though.” He shrugs his broad shoulders in his jacket. “Just don’t got much to say,” he signs.

You nod as you shed your coat, revealing your naked shoulders and dress to him. You try not to be intimidated by his unwavering gaze. “That’s okay,” you sign and say. “We can talk about whatever you want.” The corners of his mouth quirk upward. “You sign really well,” he praises you. You smile proudly and bashfully, glad to have impressed him. “My dad is deaf and taught me how to sign since I was young.”

His smirk turns more dry and almost forced as he signs to you: “So me being deaf doesn’t turn you off?” he jokes. You immediately remember his ex and feel your stomach fall. “Not at all,” you sweetly answer. “Though I don’t like beer drinkers.” You wrinkle your nose at Nico’s drink. He raises an eyebrow, confused at your distaste. “It makes kisses taste like beer.” You lean forward a bit, giving him a secretive, flirtatious smile. “I like my kisses sweet.”

Your eyes tick down to his lips and he notices. But he barely reacts. If anything, he looks disinterested and your heart sinks. “Was that too much?” you ask worriedly. Did you go too far? Are you misreading this?

Before you can babble an apology, he stops you. “You asked what I do for work with Worick,” he signs. You nod, your heart thumping madly in your chest. He takes a deep breath before signing again. “We do almost everything, but I do dirty work,” he tells you. “I used to be a mercenary, but…I’ve still got human blood on my hands.” He pauses, watching for your reaction. That explains the marks on his fists. ”Does that bother you?” he asks, apprehension in his brown eyes. Before you can respond, someone knocks into the table, nearly toppling it over.

You squeak, grabbing your drink before it can topple over while Nico straightens the table. “Oh, my God, are you alright?” you gasp, immediately helping the guy onto his feet. He turns to you, all crooked teeth and bloodshot eyes. “Now I am,” he drunkenly chortles at the sight of you. “Damn, darlin’, you’ve got a body on you! You wanna dance?” You immediately step back, warning bells going off in your head. “U-Uh, no, sorry. I’m here with–“

The man turns to Nico who has been staring daggers at the drunk the whole time. “Him?” he cackles. “That fuckin’ cockhead? You can get someone better than that, darlin’. Someone who can take care of this bo–“

The drunk cuts himself off with a whine of pain as Nico grips his hand so hard that he cracks the drunk’s knuckle bones. Unbeknownst to you, the drunk tried to touch your behind and Nico wasn’t having that. Doesn’t he know who he’s fucking with? You gape at your date as he steps between you and the drunk, a hulking mountain, and gets deep in the drunk’s grill.

And then he opens his mouth: “Back up,” he warns, his voice deeper and raspier than you pictured it though loud due to his hearing. “Unless you want your head in this table, I suggest you leave her alone. She’s with me.”

He then releases the drunk who scampers away, clutching his hand to his chest. Nico composes himself and turns to you, an apologetic look in his eyes. “Sorry,” he signs. You don’t say anything and he is so sure that he fucked this up. Now you see who he is. Now you see that he’s just a Twilight. A mercenary. A no good–

“Nico?” you softly ask. His hurtful thoughts take the back burner when you step to him, looking up at him with those precious, brown eyes. “Do you want to dance?” you ask, signing the words to him.

He blinks at you, so sure that you were scared of him. When in reality, you were just trying to push the nasty thoughts of him kissing you silly and fucking you up against the table with that big, sexy body and massive dick out of your mind. Him defending you but still being a complete, gentle giant to you is getting you going completely, but it’s still the first date. You want him to open up and maybe a slow dance can do that for you. “Not much of a dancer,” he signs, looking sheepish.

You smile and offer your hands to which he takes. “I’ll show you how,” you giggle, pulling him along onto the dance floor filled with slow-dancing pairs. A soft, slow tune with a seductive saxophone and piano plays as you stand eye to eye. You place one hand on his shoulder as you interact your fingers with his with the other. Slowly, you begin to sway to the music, beginning to melt within the music and each other.

And when lean your head onto his shoulder, finally feeling at peace, Nico comes to feel that this is where you belong: with him, in his arms.

KEISUKE BAJI (TOKYO REVENGERS)

*Disclaimer: Baji is aged up (over the age of 18) in this drabble!

“You’re the worst blind date I’ve ever had,” you very boldly and irritatingly tell the annoyingly sexy man sitting across from you.

The attractive man with the long, wavy black hair, sharp eyes the color of milk chocolate, and a sharp, canine smile looks across from you at the table littered with remnants of your Italian dinner. Baji is his name apparently, a close friend of Mikey’s and one of his gang members. You never understood that gang shit, but they never give you problems.

If anything, Mikey’s gang ‘Toman’, protects you and makes sure you go about your days without any bother. “I’m guessin’ you’ve been on many blind dates before me?” Baji suggests as he chews on his pasta. “Huh. That’s a shocker.”

You sharply squint at him, catching onto that shade. “Why is that so shocking?” you ask, digging your nails into the table with how irked you are. You can’t believe Mikey set you up with him. It’s been twenty-five minutes into the date and so far, each conversation was an argument and shot after shot. Your personalities clash horribly, not to mention every woman in the place has their eyes on him. And he knows it! Not to mention that he’s an extreme messy eater (which led your mind to other places), he is way too into himself, and he has no idea how to act in a classy setting like an Italian restaurant.

He’s a wild. He’s argumentative and hot-headed. He’s a rugged, tough-as-nails, roughneck dude…and he’s turning you on.

Baji leans back against his chair, widening his legs in a way that makes you want to scream. Why the fuck does he have to be so goddamn fine but such an asshole? Is God punishing you? “Well, bein’ the fact that you’re the very definition of ‘a stick in the mud’,” he explains, “and a tighter than a drum, I can hardly believe how any guy sat across from you at a table. At least you’re pretty.” He goes back to eating his pasta like he didn’t just insult you.

“Excuse me?” you hiss, feeling your blood boil. Thank God for your dress or else, you’re sure you’d boil over from the anger you feel. “And I can’t imagine how any self-respecting woman can sit with a lowlife, cocky, smart ass narc like you. And unlike me, your looks do nothing to take away any of that.” Baji’s thick, black eyebrows raise at the shot you took. “And you’re snarky,” he chuckles. “Lucky for you, I’ve got a thing for snarky girls.”

He uses his sinful tongue to lick a bit of sauce from his bottom lip. You catch a glint of metal on his tongue as he does and you realize that he has a tongue piercing. ‘Fuck,’ you think, clenching your thighs beneath the table and gripping the hem of your dress. You lean your hand against the bridge of your nose, feeling a headache coming on. “I can’t believe I said yes to this shit,” you sigh into your hand. “Fuck the $50. I’m gonna have to tell Mikey that–“

“Mikey?” Baji cut in, pausing from eating. “Mikey put you up to this?” His brown eyes widen in shock and you feel a spark of joy at shutting him up. “Yes,” you proudly say, venom in your tone, “he did. And you know why? It’s because no other girl wants to date you. You’re unromantic, you’re a slob, you’re always looking for an argument, and you seem to push every single guy’s buttons in here.”

He stares at you for a moment, open-mouthed and wide-eyed, and then he begins to laugh so loud that the others in the restaurant look at him. You hide behind your hand, embarrassed. “Oh, shit!” he cackles. “I swear, that motherfucker is desperate to find me somebody.” You nod, pushing your dinner to the side. “Agreed. Why he ever thought I would be a perfect match for you is beyond me.”

Baji looks at you now, an unreadable expression on his face as his smile fades. “Maybe it’s because you’re such a fuckin’ brat,” he replies though his tone is different. You stare at him in disbelief, scowling. Did he really just say that? Deadass?

Baji smirks at your reaction. “You heard me: B-R-A-T. You’re a brat and fortunately for you, baby girl, I’m just the guy to handle a chick like you.” He leans in toward you, folding his ringed knuckles beneath his chin. “Someone who doesn’t shut the fuck up or know her place.”

“Know her place?!” you snap, earning the attention of the restaurant. He barely reacts, though his smile grows and a strange twinkle appear in his eyes. “You know what? Fuck this and fuck you. Why you even have an ex-girlfriend is beyond me if this is how you talk to them.” You stand up in your pretty, body-hugging dress and grab your coat. “I’m leaving,” you huff, snatching the coat on. “Have a good Valentine’s Day, dickhead.”

Without another word or waiting for him to respond or even stop you, you leave the restaurant and step out into the cold February night. You barely get down the street before you hear your name being called. You turn, seeing Baji jogging towards you, those black locks flowing in the wind. “Y/N!” he calls in his deep ass voice. “Hold up, wait!” You don’t know why you stop, but you do, putting a hand on your hip. You glare at him and pout those plump lips when he finally stops in front of you. “You left your dessert.”

He presents a small brown box to you and opens it to reveal a small chocolate fudge cake with chocolate mousse on the inside and Godiva flakes coating the top. “I didn’t order any dessert,” you say in a tight voice. He smirks down at you, standing several heads taller than you. “I know; that’s why I ordered ya one. C’mon, you don’t like chocolate cake?” You look back down at the cake and close it before he hands it to you. “What, is this an apology?” you snort. “Sorry, man, but you’re gonna have to try much harder than–“

“You’re wonderin’ why I have an ex, right?” he interrupts you. You pause, confused, but he just smiles mischievously at you. “I have an ex, and many of them, because I’m an asshole, unfortunately. Force of habit.” He shrugs, but actually looks guilty for it. “But I’ve had many girlfriends because I know how to tame them.”

His smile is flirtier now, creating more of that sexual tension that you felt at dinner. You still stare at him, speechless, and he figures that you’re clueless about what he means. “I put it down,” he explains. "Give good dick. Knock their boots. Am I makin’ any sense here?” You roll your eyes, ignoring the thoughts running in your head of just how good he is in the bedroom. “I know what you mean,” you snap. “So why the fuck are you tellin’ me this?”

Baji smiles at you, his canines glowing at you as if they are illuminated by a light within them. They thrill you; bring a ferocious and needy part out of you that you didn’t know was even there. He takes a step toward you, getting closer, until you can reach up and kiss him if you want to. “Because I know you’re attracted to me,” he murmurs matter-o-factly. “What, you think I can’t see it? The way you squeezed your thighs tight together at the table. The way you kept starin’ dead at my hands. The way you’d get so lost in thought, as if daydreaming about somethin’ else way more exciting.”

You flush embarrassingly, more at your behavior than the fact that Baji noticed it. You can’t help how attracted you are to him. But Baji doesn’t want you to be embarrassed or ashamed. He wants you to want him the same he wants you. “Lucky for you, mama,” he purrs, the pet name making your pussy jump, especially with his voice, "I’m just as whipped for you, especially in that dress.” His fingers lightly glide down your arm, sending shivers down your spine. “I’m sorry about tonight, but I can show how sorry I am in other ways if you want me to.”

You can tell he genuinely means it and isn’t just trying to get in your pants, but even so, you still scowl up at him, your jaw set and eyes narrow. “And why do you think I’ll say yes?” you question. He just chuckles, still flashing you that sharp, sexy smile. “Because you know I’m the only one who can handle that bratty ass of yours.”

He then turns and waves a hand. You don’t know what for until a taxi suddenly glides over to the curb and stops. Baji walks to the backdoor and opens it before looking back at you expectantly, his eyes molten with lust. “Now get in the fuckin’ car, Y/N.” You know you shouldn’t get in the car and go anywhere with him, but you can’t deny how much he makes your pussy throb. So against your better judgement, you crawl into the backseat of the cab and tell the driver your address.

Hours later after being stripped out of your dress, shown extensive foreplay, and having your pussy eaten like Baji hasn’t had anything to eat in decades, you find yourself being fucked against the wall with your arms and legs wrapped tight around the long-haired, tattooed man who holds you against him as he pummels his thick, hard cock into your tight, wet pussy again and again. The bedroom is filled with the sound of your mixed moans and skin slapping against skin as he pistons his hips into you, making you see stars.

It doesn’t take long for your pussy to start quivering around his cock, squelching and dripping the more he fucks it. You’ve never been fucked like this in your life and you’re able to hold back anymore. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Baji!” you practically scream. “Can’t…can’t take it! I’m gonna cum!”

Baji shakes his head, gripping your hair with one hand while he hikes you up onto his waist with the other, showing you how lightweight you are to him. “Uh-uh, bratty girl,” he huffs. “Not yet, mama. I need to feel more of this pretty pussy flutterin’ around me.” He thrusts harder, faster, drawing whines and sobs out of you. You begin to claw at his back where a large tattoo dedicated to Toman is inked into his back muscles. “You cum when I say, understand?” he growls into your ear.

You weakly nod, willing to do anything he says if that means you can cum. “Now shut the fuck up, and take this dick.” You do so, stopping your protests as he fucks you stupid until you cream all over his cock while he fills you up to the brim…but of course, you only do it when he says so. You find that you love doing what he tells you to.

When everything is said and done, you both crumble to your bedroom floor and Baji pecks your cheek. “Best blind date ever, right?” he chuckles.

BENIMARU SHINON (FIRE FORCE)

*Note: Reader is Goth!

“God, kill me,” you sigh, standing in front of the theater doors. “Why did I agree to do this? He could be a serial killer or something!”

You contemplate leaving, but you already promised your best friend that you’d go through with this stupid blind date on this stupid ass holiday. “Please just try and go along with it for tonight, Y/N!” she practically begged. “I promise he’s a nice guy! And I already told him you agreed! Just give it a chance and I promise you that I’ll never bother you about dating again.”

You groaned, sitting across from her at a bar. “Fuck,” you sighed. “Fine. Can I least pick the movie?” Your friend eagerly nodded, so you purposely picked a romance/horror movie marathon showing that the theatre does every year for Valentine’s Day. The kind with blood n guts, gothic vampires, and slashers. Surprisingly, the guy still agreed to come much to your dismay and you had no choice but to come out.

You know that your friend did this as a way to get you to start dating. You swear she thinks that one of these days that you’ll hang yourself from the shower rod with how lonely you are…and this has zero to do with you being goth. Though you love the color black, but you’re not depressed. You love dark makeup and rock music, but that’s what you love. You’ve always adored gothic fashion and the aesthetic, so that’s what you live.

However, some people think it’s weird. Though Tokyo is full of eccentric and different type of fashion, goth isn’t particularly “popular” in your Black family or side of the city. And it certainly isn’t popular with the guys. You don’t care. You love yourself and you’re not about to change for anyone. So you dress in your finest black attire with a mini leather skirt, thigh-high stockings, and boots that make you feel powerful and sexy. Your makeup is dark, your mascara is sharp, your nails are as long and sharp as claws, and chains drip from your leather jacket.

You wonder what your date will be like. Apparently, he’s a well-regarded and respected officer in the Special Fire Force, among the strongest there is. But you don’t recognize him when he comes up the road from his side of the city. He is tall and has a lean build that is hidden behind a black sweater and baggy jeans. His locks of black hair hang in his face, but not enough to hide his different set of eyes: his right pupil is a red circle with one black dot in the middle while his iris is black; his left is red with a white X in the middle, reminding you of a game of tic, tac, toe.

“Hey,” he greets easily. “You waitin’ for someone?” You scowl at him, crossing your ams over you chest. “Why are you asking?” you ask sharply. The stranger raises his big hands in defense, taking a step back. “I’m not trying you, I promise. I’m just wondering if you’re this Y/N that’s supposed to be waiting here for me.”

You squint at him, cocking your head to the side to see him at a different angle. “Benimaru?” you question. “Huh. You don’t look how I thought at all.” He is handsome but not enough to knock you off your game. He quirks a small smirk and you have a feeling that this dude don’t smile often. “I hope that’s a good thing,” he wryly chuckles. “For the record, you’re not bad on the eyes either…if that’s what you meant.”

You don’t acknowledge his compliment or react even though your stomach flips. You’re not used to anyone complimenting you on the account of your black lipstick and mascara. “So should we go in or stay out here to freeze to death?” you sarcastically ask. You huff and turn on your heel before Benimaru can even answer or follow you.

He easily beats you to the door on his long legs and opens it for you, towering over you as he does. “Is sarcasm just natural for you?” he asks, dry humor in his voice as you step into the theater. You feel a pang of guilt at your behavior. It’s not his fault your friend orchestrated this.

“Sorry,” you apologize. “I’ll admit, I’m not too hype about being here. Dating isn’t really my thing, but my friend insisted I come on this stupid blind date…no offense.” Benimaru barely blinks at you walk to the ticket counter. “None taken. My friend, Konro, swore I needed a Valentine’s Day date when the whole holiday isn’t even a holiday. It’s pure BS.”

“Ugh, agreed,” you scoff, rolling your pretty, brown eyes ringed in mascara “It’s just a way for companies to continue to capitalize off of hopeless romantics and couples. Not to mention all of that pink.”

Benimaru nearly misses that, too busy thinking about how pretty your eyes are. “I’m takin’ you don’t like pink?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you. “Not that your clothes are a dead giveaway or anything.” His interestingly alluring eyes tick up and down your outfit, making you feel hot under all of the leather. “I just like black,” you laugh. “But don’t get me wrong; I wear other colors sometimes, but only on a minuscule level.”

“Your friend said you were a gothic chick,” he chuckles, giving you a mischievous smirk. You send it right back as you take out the two tickets your friend sent you for the movie. “As gothic as they come,” you retort. Benimaru just hums in response, particularly liking you in that mini skirt and the way it swishes around your thighs.

After buying the tickets, you two wander into the small waiting area where a bar, a cafe, and an arcade occupy the space. “So the movie starts in about fifteen minutes. Should we head in now?” Benimaru doesn’t answer at first, too busy staring at the arcade games. “Nah,” he replies, nodding at the flashing, noisy games. “We can kill some time in here.” He begins to walk over, expecting you to follow. “Your friend also said you’re shit at racing games,” he says with a smirk shot your way.

“Not true!” you scoff, crossing your arms. He shrugs pausing in the threshold of the arcade to wait for you. You finally give in, taking off your jacket to reveal your black crop top. “Fine, but only if we got time for the shooting games too. I wanna kill some zombies.” Benimaru nods, secretly laughing to himself as you follow him into the arcade.

You spend way more than fifteen minutes in that bitch, playing all the games you can. Benimaru is good at almost everything, playing each game with skill and precision. He lets you win most of the time, just liking to see you smile and laugh in pride when you win a racing game or beat him at ping pong. During the zombie game, you get overrun by the undead while holding your plastic machine gun and you feel him lightly touch your elbow to point the gun straight. His touch sends shivers all over you. You win the first half until you run out of time and Benimaru smirks at you. “I totally helped you with that,” he sniggers.

You also play basketball, shooting them repeatedly through hoops. He always gets the farthest hoop and the highest points, winning every round. “You only won ‘cause you’re taller,” you huff, bumping your hip with his as you walk by. It gives him the perfect opportunity to watch your ass sway in that damn skirt, making him hard as a rock for you.

As walk to get something to drink, you stop at one game in particular: the crane game. It holds dozens of little plushies that you’re obsessed with, including the little black plague doctor with its big eyes and fluffy beak. Benimaru smirks at you staring at the game, walking up beside you. “I saw you looking at this thing the whole time,” he says. "You couldn't have been any less discreet.”

“Shut up,” you grumble, still staring at the plushie. He notices and pulls out his last arcade coin. “What, you want it?” You quickly shake your head, turning to leave. “We’re gonna miss the movie anyways, so–“

“Fuck it,” he carelessly interrupts, shocking you. “You obviously want that penguin, so I’ll get it for you.”

You roll your eyes, sighing. “It’s not even a penguin; it’s a plague doctor Squishable. It ain’t a big deal for me to have it, Benimaru.” But your date just glares at you as he bends down to put the coin in the slot. “And it ain’t a big deal for me to get it for you,” he argues. “If we miss the movie, we’ll just go for food.”

You are floored by his stubbornness and refusal to give up until he’s made you happy. How can that be? You only just met and yet here he is, using his last coin to try to get you a stupid plushie! You watch with bated breath as he plays the game, moving the crane slowly as he fixes his eyes on the plushie. Once he’s moved the crane right over the plushie, he hits a button, causing the crane to sink down into the sea of stuffed animals. The crane’s hooks latch onto the peak of the plushie and, slowly, he moves it over to the opening in the corner to release it.

The crane plays music and lights up in victory as the plushie rolls down the chute into Benimaru’s hand. He turns to you, an unreadable look on his face. “Here,” he says passively. “I figured goth girls didn’t like cute shit like this…but he is kinda creepy.”

You take the plushie, just staring at it for a moment. All of the sudden, you feel weird. You feel tingly and butterflies flutter around in your stomach. That never happens, but it’s happening for this guy! “Thanks,” you softly, and very shyly, say. Benimaru shrugs like it isn’t anything to him, but it is to you. “Y’know, the movie marathon is gonna be showing another night too…” You trail off, looking down at your shoes to avoid seeing his eyes.

“So you want another night with me?” he asks. Quickly, you turn on your heel and stomp out of the arcade, leaving him utterly confused. “What?” he calls after you, sounding genuinely baffled. “It was just a question!”

A second night with him does happen two weeks later and you do see the midnight marathon, but neither of you pay any attention to the first move that plays. You’re too busy bouncing on your date’s thick, veiny cock in the darkness of the theater to watch the film, biting back your moans despite the seats being empty. Benimaru softly grunts and moans into your ear as your walls flex around him, his eyes transfixed on the way your ass jiggles as he lifts up your skirt.

“Fuck, Beni!” you moan. “Y-You’re s-so fuckin’ big!” You grip his thighs with your long nails as his dick stretches you out in the best way, a delicious ache coming in your calves with the effort it takes to bounce on him. Benimaru stands up and bends you over the seat in front of you, beginning to fuck you from behind. He is fast and nails that single spot every time that makes you have to cover your mouth because you’re so loud.

“Shh, shh, baby,” he coos into your ear as he continues to pound into you from behind. “You don’t want security comin’ to find us, do you? Or maybe you do, you little slut, fuckin’ your date in the movie theatre.” He takes a fistful of your hair and pulls, much to your enjoyment of being slutted out in the dark. Anyone could walk in and see you fucking right now. It’s so naughty. So sexy.

The thrill of it must be getting to Benimaru too because he speeds up his thrusts, his balls slapping against your clit as his hand smacks against your ass, gripping it tight. “Shit, baby, you’re gonna make cum!” he groans, tossing his head back at the feeling of your tight walls squeezing around him. “Cum with me! Make that pretty fuckin’ pussy cum around my cock!”

You quickly begin to rub you swollen clit in time with his thrusts and soon enough, you’re cumming all over his cock. “Fuck!” you scream into your hand as your orgasm tears through you. Benimaru cums too, filling you up with a long groan that he bites back as best as he can among the movie playing. He lets you come down from cloud nine before pulling out, letting his cum leak down your thighs. He turns you around, pumping his cock soaked in your juices. “Not yet,” he growls. “Put it back in your mouth and taste yourself.”

You get on your knees, panties at your ankles and leather skirt hiked up. Benimaru wastes no time thrusting into your mouth, using it as his very own fucktoy, as he watches your brown eyes ringed in mascara stare up at him eagerly. When he pulls away to cum again, your black lipstick stains his cock, marking him as yours. “Fuck!” he gasps as he cums all over your pretty face, ruining your eye makeup. It is now but black smears down your cheeks as his nut drips all over your face and cheeks.

“Poor baby,” he chuckles. “Your mascara’s runnin’. I bet you worked so hard on it.” He takes a napkin from your movie snacks and dabs away the cum. “So cute,” he sighs, marveling at how utterly adorable you look. You giggle, feeling deliriously good and cute, just as he says.

Yeah. A third date is most definitely in the future for you now.

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lunarayx · 1 year

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the world needs more Shinmon Benimaru fics

he’s so pretty

#benimaru shinmon #shinmon benimaru #benimaru x reader #benimaru shinmon x reader #shinmon benimaru x reader #shinmon benimaru x you #benimaru shinmon x you #benimaru x you #idk my brain is full of him #fire force #benimaru smut #fire force benimaru

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urlranpo · 1 year

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Fire Force | No Touching

summary | when you place a bet that he can't even cum without your help, he accepts the challenge.

ft | benimaru, konro, joker

warnings | f!reader, nsfw, mutal masturbation, dirty talk

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Benimaru

The moment you set this challenge in motion, Benimaru is hesitant. He's not one to back down from a fight, but the second you shed your clothes and sprawl across the futon, he's losing all will. How can one be so cruel when they look so fucking pretty?

A drawn-out groan leaves his throat when you spread your legs, fingers inching closer and closer to your naked heat. This is torture you're teasing him. "This is supposed to go both ways you know?" you pout at him, seeing as he's still fully dressed in his uniform. The only thing amiss with his appearance was the evident tent in his pants; pants that need to be removed right now.

A barely noticeably blush crosses his face as grunts and gives in. It's only fair after all. He shoulders off the top half of his regular uniform and pops the button of his pants. You watch him from across the room as he strips and find it amusing how bashful he looks. It's not like you can laugh though, you're practically salivating at the sight of him.

"You're gonna kill me one of these days..." he mumbles mostly to himself. He leans against the wall across from you as he gives his hardened cock a few tugs. Mismatched red eyes bore into your form as his thumb swipes over the head. You can see the frustration radiating off of him, but you're not quick to give in. After all, he did agree, and you want to see how long it takes him to give up and take his loss out on you.

But Benimaru is determined to see this little challenge of yours through to the end. While he pumps his thick cock, he watches your circle your cute little fingers around your clit. In the back of his mind, however, he's planning about what he's going to do after he's won and how he's going to wreck you so bad you'll never suggest something like this again.

Konro

Konro's breath catches in his throat when he sees you stripped and bare for him when he comes back from a patrol. There's absolutely nothing more he wants than to feel your skin, to touch you. But you give him a warning look, reminding him of the arrangement you made earlier.

Internally, his thoughts are spiraling, but he stays as composed as he can possibly manage. He accepted this challenge, so he intends to make good on his word. Following in suit, Konro removes his own clothes, showing off his scarred muscles. You can't help but stare, and he notices.

Chuckling, he takes seat across from you and he can't help but admire you just as well. God, you look stunning. No matter how many times he's seen your naked form, he'll always remain in awe at your beauty.

Konro loves you and he knows you love him just as much. As he gets lost in admiration for you, he nearly forgets that you're currently across from him whimpering while you stuff your fingers into to your messy cunt. Even your face looks so cute when it's scrunched up in pleasure.

He sighs heavily while one hand runs down his waist to his cup his balls. Whenever he's alone usually, he'd always start off slow, working himself up while having you on his mind. But now that you're in front of him, watching him get himself off, he wants nothing more than to cum and get it over with.

No matter what silly request you make of him, Konro will want to follow through for you. So, he'll do this dumb idea of yours for now. But the second he comes, he's going to pounce on you. He loves you so much and just want to feel you so bad. So please be easy on him.

Joker

If it's a challenge you want, then it's a challenge you get. Whatever made you think this is a good idea, is beyond Joker, but he'll indulge you. He's always willing to try new things anyways. Since his secret hideout is void of any other occupants (Viktor), he takes the opportunity to undress himself.

"I'll do whatever you want, darlin', but don't start crying when you're beggin' me to shove my dick in you," he shrugs as he loosens his collar and kicks off his shoes. You have to scoff at him. There's no possible way you'll lose. He's the horndog in the relationship, not you.

He chuckles to himself at your overconfidence. Once all his clothes are stripped away, he digs for a cigarette from one of his pockets of the discarded clothes. He lights the stick and takes a drag before letting his back fall against the wall behind him and puff of grey smoke out of his mouth.

There he lazes in all his nude glory, raising a brow at you. With a cigarette in one hand, his other hand finds its way to the base of his already harden member. "Do you plan on holding your end of the deal or do you just wanna sit there drooling?" he asks as he begins to languidly pump his cock.

Involuntary, a moan slips past your lips at his demeaning tone, but you quickly try to cover it up with the fact that you're touching yourself. But like the know-it-all he is, Joker sees through you and smirks to himself. This is where the real funs begins.

Sooner or later, he's going to have you begging for him and he won't even have to lift a finger. Sure, he'll feign innocence and coo about how much you need him, and how he's willing to provide a helping hand.

You may have lost the challenge you put in place, but he'll make sure to comfort you in your loss by kindly plowing into you from behind and making sure your bedridden all tomorrow.

#fire force #enn enn no shouboutai #fire force smut #fire force x reader #fire force imagine #enn enn no shouboutai x reader #benimaru #benimaru shinmon #konro #konro sagamiya #fire force joker #karim flam #benimaru smut #benimaru x reader #enen no shouboutai #enen no shouboutai smut

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honeeslust · 8 months

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Benimaru | a fiery fantasy

🖤 forgive me! I just got my first taste of Benimaru and I’m so down bad rn!!

It’s the way his permanent scowl slightly wanes as his eyes feast over your naked body.

The look of desperation in your eye calls to the primal beast within him.

It’s the way he needs your sweat, your tears, you cum. All of which is for him and him alone.

You take his fingers into your warm mouth, sucking just slightly. His pleased and breathy groans are stirring at the sweet center of your core, making you suck harder while you tease at the knot of pleasure gathered under your pulsing clit.

You all but cream at the sight of him looking down at you like you the pathetic little love doll that you are. Your eyes wide open and rimmed with your mascara tears imploring him to give it all to you. His pain, his frustration, even his hate. You’ll take it all. If only to provide him with his most basic primitive need for release.

Truth is, you could never tell him how much you long to be his filthy little cum slut, so you decided to just show him.

From the honey pot 🍯

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laurageto · 6 months

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Benimaru Shinmon

The walk from the club back to Beni's room was a silent one. All squad leaders had cleared the half destroyed club of civilians before the establishment shut down. You weren't quite sure why you didn't just head back to your own place. You'd said yes in the heat of the moment to discussing what had happened tonight back at company sevens but now you was regretting it.

The crisp air was an instant wake up call from the warm thick atmosphere of the night spot. Each hair follicle on your body standing to attention as the chilly breeze washes over your skin.

Beni and Konro were walking merely a few steps ahead in a deep discussion about what they'd just witnessed.

"There's no doubt that someone in that club set off that infernal.." Beni scratches his dark hair, eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

"I agree, this was planned. Someone knew we'd all be there tonight"

You continued to ponder at a slower pace behind them, intently listening to their conversation.

"Are we almost there? I'm actually freezing my tits off here"

Beni slipped off his navy kimono and threw it lazily over his shoulder not even attempting to look at where it landed.

"Here, wear this and stop moaning"

You barely catch it with your stiffening ice cold fingers. You wrap the soft fabric round your upper body, intense amount of heat now saturating your flesh flesh.

The scent of the material made your stomach flutter. The sweet fragrance of mixed spices clouded your thoughts reminding you of a freshly baked cinnamon pretzel gorgeously brown and plump, drizzled with pearly white icing sugar. You hum with delight, burying your face into the fabric.

Beni turns his gaze to Konro mid conversation and catches a glimpse of you out of the corner of your eye as you lovingly cherishes the kimono. His cheeks briefly flush crimson at the sight and a small smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Eventually the group make it back to base, both you and Beni say their good night to Konro before making your way back to the Captain's quarters.

"So, are you heading up this meeting tomorrow? And what are your thoughts on this incident?" You gracefully saunter into the room, slinging the navy kimono onto Beni's futon.

As you begin to make her way over to the chabudai a familiar warm hand grasps your wrist tightly. He pulls you gently back to face him, your chests tightly press together. Both of your breathing instantly kick up a notch.

"You know full well I've got no intent on discussing tonight's attack now. Who the fuck was that guy in the club?"

His soft breath tickles your chin as he speaks and the crimson in his orbs seems to intensify momentarily as he awaits your response.

You shove your palm into him aggressively, shunting him backwards.

"As if you have any fucking right to ask that question!"

You begin to storm towards the door but the familiar feeling of that hand grabbing your arm stops you.

"You are not going anywhere, not tonight. Not after that atta.."

"I can handle myself Shinmon" you retort instantly cutting him off.

"I'm not that young girl you felt you needed to protect back then, I'm leader of Company Six"

He nodded in agreement, there was absolutely no doubt in his mind that you were strong, the strongest person he knew in fact. He would never admit to you the reason you couldn't leave.

Even the mere thought of something happening to you made his insides scream in agony.

He increases the distance between you both once more. Wrapping his forearm around your curves he pulls you in, his free hand clasping your chin and bringing your eyes to his level.

"You are not leaving. End of discussion"

Suddenly he lunges forward and messily plants his lips against yours. Your eyes widen in shock and confusion. Wait, weren't you just fighting?

You stands frozen for a few seconds, part of you wanting to shove him off and tell him to stick it. A bigger part of you wanting to melt into the kiss and show him exactly what he's missing.

It didn't take long for the devil on your shoulder to convince you of the latter.

Your tongue eagerly pushes into his mouth wanting explore and he happily obliges. Both pairs of hands shakily scrabble at eachothers garments, tearing pieces of material off and throwing it to the side.

"You fucking make me so angry.." you pant "I actually hate you" you managed to babble out between irratic breathes. Beni snaps the wire fabric of your bra with minimal effort and smirks at you "the feelings mutual".

Grabbing a fist full of your soft breast he wraps his lips around the nipple and effortlessly glides his tongue around it. You begin to fumble around with his pants, yanking at the button until it finally pops off and the material crumples to the floor.

You both stumble backward towards the neatly made futon, Beni with his mouth still full of flesh. He pops off and takes a long gaze at you.

"You know your mine right? Doesn't matter who wants you. They aren't having you" he states matter of factly.

You kneel onto the springy ivory mattress, now eye level with his member. "Is that so?" You hum softly whilst wiping a small drop of drool that had gathered on your lips.

"Mmhmm" he moans, eagerly anticipating your next move.

You edge your soft lips closer to the tip of his cock, it stiffens more as you finally surround the entire head with your mouth.

You inch up and down his long member, your tongue taking lavish swoops at the base of his shaft. You fix your gaze up at him as you move. "Oh my fucking god, I forget how good your mouth feels"

He runs his fingers through your locks, gently grasping and the strands and melts into the rhythm of your movements. You pull off momentarily to catch her breath but continue to stroke his cock. After a moment's pause you get back to business, slowly noticing his muscular abdomen tighten. You knew he was close to coming.

"I'm going to cum!" He moans loudly but pulls out quickly. You continue to gaze at him, opening your mouth expecting his load any moment now.

He leans down, his nose brushing against yours once more "turn over, I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll never want anyone else ever again"

You starts to turn over but clearly it wasn't quick enough for Beni, he hoists you over until your rear was directly facing him. He smacks your right cheek with his palm leaving a fresh red hot indent before following up with some hungry nibbles. Leaning back once more he finds your entrance and places the edge his cock against it. "I know your not on birth control, but if you don't care.. I don't" he stated. He waited for your response which didn't take long.

"I want you inside of me"

That was all he needed.

He slammed his hard dick as far as it would go and you yelp out in pleasure. He places both hands on your hip dips and moves into a quick pace off the bat. He'd already got himself primed thanks to your amazing blowing skills.

After a few minutes of pounding he pulls out and kneels so he's facing your kitty. Parting the two lips he tenderly peppers kisses along your clit before lapping up your juices. He continues to messily lick your pussy, loving hearing the squeaks and moans that were escaping you. Neither of you were making any effort to be quiet. It was nothing that the rest of the company hadn't heard a million times before.

Now he felt satisfied you were as close as he was he flipped you onto her front. He wants to see your face when you both cum. "Are you ready for me baby?" He purrs waiting for consent.

"Fucking cum for me" you blurt.

For the next 5 minutes both of your bodies intertwined in a sticky hot mess. The sound of moans and balls slapping against skin is all that could be heard.

"Fuck I'm close, are you close?" He quizzes through laboured breaths. "I- I'm going to c-cum" you squeeze your thighs around his waist, your arms shooting up and clawing at his toned chest. His rhythm starts to falter as he feels his hot liquid rising to the surface.

"Uhhhhh shit! Y/n!" He groans as the white sticky messy shoots out of his shaft and into the depths of your pussy.

He instantly collapses forward into your arms, both panting perfusely.

You soak up the moment, running your fingers through his soft raven strands. You smile to yourself before hearing soft rumbles coming from his throat. Is he snoring?

You giggle and move him over onto the far side of the futon before snuggling close into his warm chest.

Let's make the most of this before we go back to being friends in the morning.

#benimaru shinmon #shinmon benimaru #benimaru x reader #fire force benimaru #shinmon benimaru x reader #benimaru one shots #shinmon benimaru one shots #benimaru smut #benimaru #fire force one shots #shinmon benimaru smut

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nkogneatho · 1 year

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Mamas, what’s you’re nastiest for curling headcannon for Benimaru…Inquiring minds gots to know!!!!

CLIT SLAPPING!!! Beimaru loves to slap your clit. Whenever you say you can't cum anymore, he gives your clit a fee slaps, sending shocks down your spine, making you whimper. But he does prove you wrong. 30 seconds later, your toes are curled and your back arches against his chest as you orgasm. He is lowkey an asd because he gives one last slap to your overstimulated bud, just because he likes the sight of you whining that it's too much.

#benimaru shinmon x reader #benimaru x reader #benimaru smut #benimaru shinmon #fire force smut #tw.dacryphilia #soulmoots.°•♡#aztec♡

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weluvsosa · 2 years

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𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 ’𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 ~ 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐮

# black coded reader (anyone can read). food play. oral (m receiving)

# wc: 0.7k

benimaru laid against the your shared headboard as he waited patiently for you to come back upstairs. you had told him to sit down and don't move until you came back because you wanted to try out something new on him that you'd seen online. no matter how many times he asked or tried to pry it out of you, you refused to tell him what it was.

all he could do is wait and cross his fingers, hoping you didn't come back with a cucumber or eggplant. he heard your footsteps running back upstairs as you ran into the room, excitement written all over your face as you plopped down on the bed near his feet.

"whatcha got there?" he asked, noticing that you were hiding something behind your back.

you bit down on the bottom of your lip before pulling the fruit roll up from behind your back, earning a weird look from him. "the hell you gonna do with that?" you didn't answer him, leaning over and spreading his legs as you undid his belt. benimaru raised his eyebrows, he was a bit shocked from your straightforwardness but he damn sure wasn't complaining.

you could feel his dick getting hard under your hands as you pulled his zipper down, looking up at him through your eyelashes to see he wore a smirk on his face. you quickly pulled his pants and underwear down, watching as his dick bounced and slapped against the bottom of his stomach.

you took the fruit roll up and ripped open the wrapper with your teeth, pulling the candy out and unraveling it. "this is gonna get a lil messy 'ight?" you tried to warn him but he just shrugged, not giving a care in the world.

you gently grabbed his dick, laying your tongue flat against his big tip as you gave small kitten licks, earning a grunt from him. you then started to wrap the sticky treat around his dick, the fruit roll up barely wrapped all the way around due to his thickness. you could see the multiple veins he had protruding through the candy, nearly making you drool.

"so? you just gonna stare or put it in your mouth?" his dick twitched from the lack of friction, beads of pre-cum rolling down from his slit onto the candy. you brought your tongue back to his dick and swirled your tongue around his entire time before bringing it into your mouth and sucking harshly.

you heard beni grunt loudly and his hips bucked up into your mouth as his big hands fisted the sheets, screwing his eyes shut. you started to swallow more of his dick into your mouth, pre-cum and the candy being mixed together in your mouth while you started to get a little more messy: coming up for a minute before puckering your lips and spitting out a glob of saliva on his dick before using your hand and stroking it up and down rapidly, putting his dick back into your mouth.

you watched as benimaru's started to clench and unclench his stomach, draping his arm over his face to hide the blush that was creeping up onto his skin. the fruit roll up was more like a colorful syrup that was sticking to his dick and thighs, you it slurped up happily as you hollowed out your cheeks and moaned loudly, sending vibrations through his dick and making him let outa string of curses under his breath.

you knew he was on the verge of cumming from how his dick kept twitching inside of your mouth, you decided to pick up the pace, bringing both of your hands around his dick as you stroked his fast while bobbing your head up and down, squeezing it a bit every now and then. beni bit down harshly on his bottom lip, enough to shed blood as his eyebrows furrowed together and he came inside your mouth, sucking his teeth from feeling your plump lips sucking all of the cum out of him.

you swallowed of the salty liquid as you popped his dick out of your mouth, smiling up at his out of breath figure while you licked some of the sweetness off of your lips. "i knew you would like it" benimaru didn't even give you a proper response, simply nodding his head as he came down from his high.

#anime smut #black reader #x black fem reader #benimaru smut #benimaru x reader #fire force #fire force smut #benimaru shinmon #fire force benimaru

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leehoonii-i · 11 months

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Imagine that your drunk and you confess to Benimaru and this man becomes feral over you and eats you out/sucks you off and rails you and then does after care.

#benimaru smut #benimaru shinmon #x reader #smut #imagine #benimaru x gn #fire force

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kitty35 · 2 years

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As Pretty As A Painting

Shinmon Benimaru x Reader

Content warning!! This is for 18 years and older!! If you are a minor or ageless blog then do not proceed! Your account will be blocked.

Summary - The annual Fire Force calendar was coming up and Konro still had no clue how he was going to get a picture of the captain. That is, till an idea came to his head.

Type - Mostly fluff but it's majorly hinted at/referenced to sex but nothing specifically said

Requests are open :)

“(Y/n)!” I heard Konro scream while bursting into my room. A startled scream left my lips as I accidentally threw a knitting needle at him. As quickly as he could, he dogged and watched as the piece of metal embedded itself into the wall behind him. He placed his hand over his heart, now just as startled as I was.

“Don’t scare me when I’m knitting!” I quickly yelled.

“I’m sorry!” He slightly bowed before grabbing the needle and handing it over to me. “But this is urgent.” My eyebrow raised as I took the tool from his hand. Looking down a little, I saw the camera he held. “The Fire Force calendar is almost here and I don’t have any photos. I couldn’t get any last year cause Waka stopped me.”

“And you’re coming to me because…?”

“You two are dating so you can get a good picture of him!” My cheeks turned bright red.

“Konro, you know we aren’t dating! Besides, even if we were, I doubt he would let me take a picture like that.”

“You have to try! This world needs a strong leader! Someone who can win them over without even trying! Someone who can show them that he can carry the weight of the world on his shoulders! I know who you thought of! Everyone needs to think of Shinmon Benimaru in that same way!” My cheeks turned even darker at that last sentence. Of course I thought of Beni, how could I not? But that fact didn’t change anything.

“Lieutenant, regardless of who I thought of, it doesn’t change reality. I’m not dating Waka and I doubt he would let me take those photos of him.”

“You don’t have to ask.” My eyebrows drew together at his insistence. “All I’m asking is one good photo! I can give you anything your heart desires!” A sigh fell from my lips. He wasn’t going to stop till I agreed. So I stood and took the camera from his hands. This earned me the biggest smile I think he’s ever given.

“I’m only doing this so you can be in debt to me incase something ever were to come up where I need your help.”

“Thank you (Y/n)! Your efforts will never be forgotten!” With a bone crushing hug, he left. Looking down to the camera in my hand, I sighed. Just how was I going to pull this off? It wasn’t like it was easy to catch someone, specifically Beni, naked. And the bathhouse was already done, I couldn’t do that again. It’d seem cheap and recycled and that wasn’t how Company 7 was about to come off as.

The more I thought about it, the more a plan came to mind. A wide smirk grew on my lips as everything began to fall into place in my mind. Konro was about to be in debt to me for life with the picture I was about to take.

“Waka!” I called out to the stoic man as he passed by. He turned to look at me, stopping his usual stroll through the town. “Come here a second! I need to ask you something!” He happily walked over without a second thought. For a second, he examined me. I wore a pretty kimono. The length and colors suited me perfectly and cinched around my waist. Not only that, but it also fell off my shoulders slightly to reveal my collarbones and a pretty large amount of my chest without it being scandalous. He thought my hair laid perfectly and that I looked pretty all dolled up.

“What’s with the outfit? Got a date?” Despite his cool composure on the outside, the thought of someone other then him taking me on a date was annoying to say the least.

“No, not unless you’re offering.” A small weight lifted from his shoulders at my answer. “Can you help me with something? I have a project coming up and I need a live model for it. I figured I’d ask the best suited person.”

“I don’t think that’s…” He trailed off, turning his head from me. I leaned closer to him, placing a hand on his chest.

Warm.

“Please? It won’t take very long, I just need to draw your form. Fifteen minutes, tops.” Looking down at me, he sighed. That noise brought a smile to my lips, knowing he would say yes.

“Fine, but make it ten.”

“Deal!” With that, I pulled him inside. There was a whole set already with soft music playing to cover the sound the camera made when it went off. It was pretty simple, a few drapes against the walls and a small stage for him to stand on. Not only that but I also had a red piece of silk fabric that I’d use to drape over him. Sure the calendar was supposed to be nude but I knew that he wouldn’t feel comfortable being completely naked in front of me and walk out before I could get any picture. That and I don’t think I like the idea of that many people seeing him completely naked.

“Here, take your clothes off and cover yourself with this.” I handed the silk fabric to him. He just gave me a look that told me he wasn’t into this. “I need to be able to see the human body to capture the form. It’s normal! I’ve drawn hundreds of live models. Just be thankful I’m giving you this.” He let out a small noise before spinning me around.

“Don’t move.” He commanded, making my whole body jolt at the authority his voice held. I doubt my body would let me move even if I wanted to. It took a few minutes before he spoke again. “Okay, you can look.” Turning around instantly made my cheeks burn bright red. I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve seen plenty of live models but this felt different. Maybe it was because of my feelings for him.

Or maybe it was how good he looked. Every muscle was defined and sculpted like a greek god that I had only ever read books about. He was holding the fabric around his waist but I was sure he would have crossed his arms if his hands were free.

“Here, let me help with that fabric.” Once again he was hesitant but let me do as I pleased. He could feel my cold hands against his skin as I adjusted the fabric to show off a hip while still covering him completely.

I helped instruct him into a pose that showed him off without it looking awkward or anything. Carefully I sat down and picked up my sketch pad and charcoal. From where I sat I could hear the camera go off. Smiling, I knew I got the picture. So, I finished drawing him in a few minutes. It was only the general figure and flow of how he stood, no defining features or anything since he said I could only take ten minutes. Truthfully, I could sit and draw/stare at him for hours if he’d let me. How could I not? He was just that handsome.

“Okay, I’m all finished.” I spoke, setting everything down. He looked at me, having been lost in thoughts for almost this whole time. “You can get back in your normal clothes.”

“You know… I don’t really think it’s fare.” I let out a curious hum at his words, tilting my head and waiting for him to continue. “I’ve stood here for ten minutes completely naked. Don’t you think it’s fair for me to see you naked for ten minutes?” My eyes widened as I quickly became flustered.

“W-well you weren’t-weren’t actually naked!” I struggled to get out.

“Are you saying your commander is wrong? Don’t you know that’s a punishable offense?” He brought me closer to him and onto the stage, leaning down to whisper in my ear. “Why don’t we make a pretty picture together?”

“O-Okay!” I squeaked out as his hands made quick work of my clothes.

A few hours later, I handed the camera over to Konro. To which he hugged me and quickly went to process the film. I went back to my day after that. At some point Konro came running back up to me with a small folder in hand.

“(Y/n)! That picture you got was perfect but I don’t think you’d want these to get out. It’d probably be a bit of annoyance since, in your words, you two aren’t dating.” He refused to look at me as he handed over the folder before running off again. Confused, I opened the folder only to shut it quicker than I have ever shut something before. My cheeks turned pink.

I guess I forgot to set the camera to one picture instead of one every few minutes. Benimaru would probably enjoy these more than I would, but I did save one or two before dropping the rest into his hands. Needless to say, while being confused as to why there were pictures of us, he did enjoy looking them over.

Company 7s photo was used for November this year.

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BenimaruXFemreader Friends to lovers? One Shot ENJOY!! 😉

-rough -degradation -praise -edging -shame -choking -impact play

You stretch your arms and let out a loud yawn rolling back your office chair. "Beni!!!" You shout noticing his office door was open. All the other staff had left for the day. So you didn't mind shouting across the room.

"What?!" Benimaru groaned, always in a state of annoyance. You sighed knowing he wasn't going to get up. You roll your eyes and make your way to his door. You're greeted by Benimaru's emotionless expression.

You have known him most of your life. Though he seemed unapproachable and grumpy you knew better. He cared deeply about the city you both had grown up in. So when he came to you for help on his campaign to run for mayor you instantly agreed. You hated politics with every fiber of your being but you knew he would do some good. He never expected to win, you knew the city loved him for how much he had always done for them. It came to no surprise to you when he won by a landslide.

"I'm leaving early." You said and Benimaru's eyebrow raised in curiosity. "Don't act surprised. I do have a life outside of this place."

"Yeah you have to rush home to your dog and binge watch the newest anime right." Benimaru grins, a rare expression. You were always glad when you could coax a smile from him.

"Fuck off." You flick him off causing him to laugh a bit. His usual dull expression is now full of amusement. "For your information I have a date."

"My Y/N... the cynical non romantic has a date." Benimaru says playfulling but his eyes lower a bit. "What poor soul has to deal with you for tonight?" This was how you interacted. He would say something about you and you would easily fire back. It was just how you both were.

"You're such a dick." You grumble, your hands now on your hip. "For your information it's the fire chef. Himbo energy is off the charts."

"Obi? Y/N you can't be serious?" Benimaru suddenly stands up. "That guy is an idiot." You scoff at his attitude.

You walk over to him with no fear even though he towers over you. "It's not serious. Honestly I just need to be broken in half. So he can be dumb as long as he knows how to..." Your eyes widen when Benimaru's large hand covers your mouth.

"Why are you always so fucking vulgar? This is a workspace." Benimaru no longer looks at you with amusement. A dark glint was in his eyes that you had never seen before. "What do you just need an itch scratched?" You nod your head not sure what has gotten into your close friend.

"Text him right now and tell him you changed your mind." Benimaru was deathly serious and you glared up at him in defiance. You shake your head no and he actually growls at you as you attempt to remove his hand.

Before you had time to think, Benimaru had you pushed against the wall. No matter how hard you struggled against him he was too large to move. He actually clicks his teeth at you, a rage begins to form. You bite down hard on his palm causing him to wince, his hand dropping. "What the hell Beni?!"

"The guy gets on my last nerve but he is a good person. If you generally just want to be fucked I can't let you go through with this. I have seen the way he looks at you. He wants something serious." Benimaru says not backing off, tensions were running high.

"What do you want to date him or something? How is this any of your business?!" You spat out your hand now pushing on his large chest to make him give you space. Benimaru laughs but it's not like the one from earlier it was condescending.

His hands easily wrap around your wrists and he pushes them to your side. "I know your ex's Y/N. Obi won't be able to break you the way you want to be broken. I know how fucked up in the head you are." You swallow heavily as he leans into you whispering into your ear. "He will touch you like you're fragile. I know that's not what you want. You want to be treated like a no good whore."

Your eyes widen in shock at the words your close friend just muttered in your ear. You could not think of a witty retort. This is a side of Benimaru you had never witnessed. You had no clue how to feel. He was using all of your complaints and discussion about your life against you. You knew he could be cold but this was pure aggression.

"Cancel your date." Benimaru growls and a shiver travels up your spine as he reaches around and pulls your cell out of your back pocket.

"Beni..." you cringe at how pathetic you sound as you call out his name. Benimaru looks down at you with a scowl.

"Now..." His voice was low. A sense of fear lingered in the back of your mind but you shake your no. You gasp when he lowers his face to yours, lips inches apart. "You just want a good fuck?" He asks and you bite your lip.

"Yeah..." you say almost breathlessly and watch as he closes his eyes clenching his jaw. "That's it."

"I'll scratch your itch for you. I know exactly what you want." Benimaru now pins your arms above your head almost painfully. "What are friends for right?"

You are so torn at this moment. You don't fight this time as his body is pressed against yours. You also kept thinking about how this would ruin what you all had. Like he said he would just be helping you out. Nothing serious. You look deeply into his eyes trying to get a glimpse of his thoughts. All that greeted you now was hunger. Such intense lust your gaze fell away to look at his feet.

"Y/N look at me..." Benimaru orders and you slowly look back up. "I need you to tell me this is what you want." You knew you were no longer thinking clearly. At this moment the atmosphere had shifted. A moan escapes your lips when his knee spreads your legs apart. "Well?" Benimaru waits patiently for your reply.

"Fuck me like a whore then." You whisper shocked at the words spilling out of your mouth.

"That's a good girl." Benimaru grins, his teeth flashing as he suddenly takes hold of your waist and lifts you up with ease. You feel so weak in his arms struggling to maintain the grasp on your cellphone as he sits you on the edge of his desk.

You watch as he walks to his door and closes it. "Are you sure?" Benimaru asks his hand on the lock and you nod suddenly all you could think about was how it feels to be railed by your best friend. With a cocky smirk he locks the door.

You take a shallow breath as he licks his bottom lip walking back over to stand above you. You shout out when he lifts you up, wasting no time pulling off your dress pants and tossing them to the ground. You cry out when his fingers run along your inner thigh. "Try not to be too loud." Benimaru says as he shifts your body forward and pulls off your lace panties. You blush when he spreads your legs and kneels in front of you. "The little slut is already so wet. You're so disgusting."

"Fuck...." You groan when he cups your ass dragging your pussy to his face harshly. You try to keep your moans down by clasping your hand over your mouth as you feel his tongue across your folds. Your mind is mush as he sucks greedily on your clit. Your back arches as he shoves a finger deep inside your cunt not giving you time to even catch your breath. He was merciless as he curved his finger just right. It wasn't long before you felt your body clenching. "Shit... I'm already about to cum..." you whine and just as you are about to fall apart he slowly removes his finger and looks up at you.

You stare back in disbelief as he brings his finger to his mouth and sucks your juices clean. "Call him and cancel. Then I'll let you cum." Your mouth is open, unsure of how to respond. He grabs your phone holding it up to you. With shaky arms you take it from him. You unlock the phone and pull up your contacts. You got to text him but Benimaru pinches your thigh. "I said to call him. Sending a text is rude."

"But..." you go to protest but Benimaru slaps your thigh causing you to groan. You try to gather your thoughts through the delicious pain of the strike. You bite your inner cheek as you click on Obi's contact and press call.

"Put it on speaker." Benimaru orders and you stare down at him nervously. You click the speaker with just one dark look from him. "Good girl..." You bite back a groan at his small praise.

"Y/N!" Obi's voice rang out full of excitement. You frown a bit at his cheery demeanor. Benimaru stares as you take a deep breath.

"Hey! Look, I want to apologize. I won't be able to make it tonight." You say and there is a small silence as you wait for a response. Before you could apologize again you feel your legs being spread and you look at Benimaru shaking your head no feverishly. He simply smirks at you as you attempt to fight his hold on your legs.

"Cute..." Benimaru whispers then attacks your clit with vigor. You clench your hand into a fist to keep your moans at bay.

"It's fine! We can reschedule right?" Obi says you hear that his usual positive tone had been brought down a bit. Just as you go to respond Benimaru shoves two fingers deep into your pussy as he softly bites down on your sensitive bud.

"Beni!!" You shout and hoped to whatever higher power it didn't sound sexual. Your eyes roll back as he pumps in and out of you.

"Ooo Beni are you keeping her late again?!" Obi asks with such sweet innocence it makes you feel even worse.

With one last good nibble Benimaru lifts his head up to respond, a sick enjoyment glints in his eyes as he watches your face. "Yeah per usual I'm the bad guy." You bite your lip hard causing the skin to tear as he curls his fingers and adds another.

"O my god..." you mutter and almost lose your hold on your phone. "Such an asshole..." you groan as your legs begin to shake.

"Hey Y/N don't be too hard on him. Though it may not seem like it, he is doing great things for the city." Sweet Obi says and Benimaru laughs almost sadistically.

"You're too kind Obi. Truly!" Benimaru says as he continues to show you no reprieve. "Don't worry buddy I'll make sure our Y/N has been taken care of." You try to glare at him but your body works against you as your back arches up.

"Thanks! Well I guess I'll figure something else out. You two have a goodnight! And don't overwork yourselves!" Obi says but you barely hear him. Your pussy clenches harshly against Benimaru's fingers and you know you're not going to be able to keep quiet. Just as your orgasm crashes over you Benimaru leans over and swallows your moan with his mouth, kissing your breath away.

"Shh..." Benimaru whispers and you whine. "Yeah goodnight." He takes the phone and hangs up for you as you shake from the aftermath. "You're so adorable like this." You are speechless as he brings his lips back to yours. His tongue laying claim to the inside of your mouth, your mind still hazy you give into him with no resistance.

Leaving you a panting mess he lifts up from the passionate kiss, you feel your cheeks flushed as he grins down at you. "Don't you feel like such a bitch right now. Letting me make you cum while poor Obi is none the wiser." You frown and he harshly pinches your chin. "You don't deserve him. Instead you deserve to have my cock shoved in your mouth. Now get on your fucking knees and let me use you."

You stare up at him defiantly, suddenly regaining some of your confidence back. "Beni... You said you would scratch my itch. Not the other way around." Benimaru's gaze darkens at your attitude. Before you could blink he lunges and grasps your throat.

"Don't act like you don't get off on choking on cock. Remember we know everything about each other." Benimaru groans as you let out a mewl as his fingers tightened. "Now on your fucking knees." Your fingers dig into his forearm as he blocks your airways. When dots begin to form in your vision he finally lets go. "Look at that... fuck you love it..."

Your entire body shakes as you take in heavy breaths, you still hold onto his arm for stability as you ride out the rush of tingles traveling from your head to your toes. "I-..." you try to say something but instead you can't help but just whimper. Benimaru simply watches you as you attempt to gain control of your limbs back, biting his lower lip. "Stop... mmmm fuck... looking at me like that..."

Benimaru grins and his gaze almost becomes endearing as you scold him. A foreign feeling overcomes you and your heart races. You huff to fight back the heat in your cheeks, "You look stupid!" You glare at him which causes him to cross his arms. A mischievous expression was evident on his face.

"You are beautiful..." Benimaru says out of thin air and you get a weird sensation to run away. You shuffle your feet and suddenly realize how exposed you are, your arms go to cover any bare skin.

"Fuck off Beni! You're such a dick for messing with me like that." You stand and go to shove him but he easily takes hold of your arms tugging you into an embrace. You fight against it at first but his overwhelming presence eventually causes you to give into him.

"That's it...." Benimaru softly hums and you bite the inside of your cheek. "Even brats like you deserve praise yeah..." You feel him chuckle his big body vibrating against yours. You look up at him about to curse him out once more but get lost in his eyes instead. Before you could speak his lips were back on your own.

This kiss felt different. It was just as quick and his tongue was just as forceful. But there was something so desperate and all encompassing. As if it was more than lust driving the action. "Beni..." you moan against it and he lets out a deep groan at the way you called his name. You pushed as much of yourself against him as you could wanting to be as close as possible.

"Fuck I need you right now..." Benimaru growls out, he roughly takes hold of the back of your neck. You make a strange feral sound as he positions you facing away, bending you over his desk. You heard him unbuckle his belt but your mind was in a haze. You no longer give any resistance as he positions you how he wants you. "It pisses me off you were going to look like this for a dumbass like Obi." A sharp smack across your ass causes you to flinch.

"Wait, are you jeal..." You went to mock him but your voice was cut short as his large hands gripped your waist from behind. Not giving you time to adjust his frame slams into you taking any thoughts from your mind within seconds. Your cunt clenched around him, overcome by his size.

"Fuck!!" You both shout in unison. You feel Benimaru's breath on your neck, he doesn't move. His hold on you tight as if he was trying to anchor himself. "Beni... are you ok?" You whisper your voice quivers. "Ngh..." you whine when his teeth bury into your shoulder.

Benimaru kisses softly at the flesh he had just pierced then lifts up his lips against your ear, "You feel better than I imagined you would..." His voice was raspy causing goosebumps to form along your body. Your eyes widen at his confession but before you could really comprehend what he had just said your front half is forced down aggressively, arching to him.

Your usual overthinking mind fades to a hum as he thrust back and then violently shoves back in. You claw at the wooden desk as Benimaru's pace is unrelenting. "That's it, just shut up and take it..." Ruthlessly he pounds into you and you can only scream. Your limbs become completely useless, his muscles strain to keep both of you upright. Your pussy accepts the rough treatment and you feel yourself falling quickly into another orgasm.

"Mmm keep clenching around me like that..." Benimaru groans, you no longer recognize your friend who's tone was usually always bored. He sounded a bit crazed. "You filthy... filthy... whore..." Your eyes roll back at his degradation, "I want to ruin you for anyone else..." You cry out when his pace increases even more. You feel tears at the corner of your eyes when his nails dig into your hips.

"Benimaru..." You call out his full name as your cunt pulsates around his cock. "Fuck... fuck... I'm cumming..." No fight remained in you as he fucked you through your high. "I... can't..." You tried to keep yourself on your toes but your legs were shaking. You look back and the wild glare that met you made you suck in a breath.

"Ooo sweet Y/N... I'm not done with you..." He smiles but it's almost cruel. "You wanted this..." You whimper when he grasps onto your hair harshly. "Now show me how good you can be for me, yeah..." You yelp when he lets go and you fall forward. Your cunt clenches around the air and you feel your cum slide down your thighs when he pulls out. Before you could respond his arm wraps around your waist lifting you up and turning to face him. Your ass landing on the cold wooden surface. Benimaru's fingers were back around your throat. "You should be ashamed of the lewd faces you're making for your best friend."

Benimaru's other hand slides up your thigh and his long fingers are shoved into your needy pussy, you blush at the pathetic sound you make. "Your... you're such an asshole..." You feel yourself crying and Benimaru looks down at you with such a sadistic expression your blood runs cold. You gasp when he leans down and licks the trail of wetness on your cheek.

"You fucking love it...." Benimaru actually laughs and you nod like a fool. "You are something else..." Benimaru bites your lower lip as he removes his fingers and yanks your thighs wider apart.

"Wait..." you timidly place your arms against his shoulders, lean forward to whisper into his ear, "I want to choke on your cock..." You see him swallow heavily at your words. Benimaru slowly steps back searching your face to make sure this was what you really wanted. You point to his office chair with a sloppy grin, "Sit."

"Yes ma'am..." Benimaru feigns submission as he casually takes a seat, his eyes never leaving you. You hop off the desk and saunter to stand in front of him. "Aren't you a little temptress..." Benimaru coos as you drop to your knees and look up through your eyelashes.

Benimaru wears a smug grin. You want to wipe it right off his face. Without dropping eye contact you lower your mouth onto his already throbbing cock. You hear him take in a shuddered breath as you sucked on the tip, his eyes now lowering. You stick out your tongue and take him into your mouth even deeper, feeling his body tremble.

You take your time and feel his frustration when his fingers go to grasp the base of your hair. You smirk and he glares down, not amused. "Fucking..." Benimaru groans as you take him deeper at a slow pace and swallow around him. "Brat..." Then his hold tightens and you lose what little control you had as he fucks your face aggressively. Your eyes filling with tears and drool coating your mouth, you ignore the discomfort. Turned on by how much he was affected by you choking on his dick.

You moan as you feel his cock pulsate in your mouth, knowing he was close to release. But as you prepare for it he shoves your face down into his lower stomach and stops moving. His whole body tense you could tell he was edging himself. "I want to cum deep inside of you..." He rasps out his deep tired voice makes you tremble. You whine as he removes himself from your mouth.

Struggling to breathe but somehow finding your voice, "You were inside me..." Benimaru rolls his eyes and the soft banter felt familiar to how you usually teased each other.

"Don't act stupid." Benimaru takes hold of your chin tightly as you still kneel between his thighs. You gave him a mischievous grin and before you could comprehend what was going on you were shoved back. You gasp as you try to catch yourself before falling on your butt. "Stupid and clumsy..." Benimaru had caught you by the throat before completely falling over.

You make an annoyed noise as he stands tugging you up with him. It was you turn to shove him away and he laughed as you escaped his clutches. "You're a condescending egotistical asshole." This makes him look over at you still wearing a sly smile. You begin to back up as he stalks towards you.

As your back hits the wall he surrounds you, "You like it. I mean we have been best friends for a long time. You're not a sunny walk in the park yourself." You glare at him and he laughs.

"How long have you wanted to fuck me?" You say sternly as his hands travel to your waist. Benimaru looks a bit shaken by your question, which was a rare sight. He easily recovers back to his stoic demeanor as he lifts you up and your legs wrap around his waist.

Benimaru rubs his cock along your still slick folds and a moan escapes your lips, your eyes lower and you begin to forget what you had said, craving for him to be inside you again. "The day you stood up to me and put me in my place. I've wanted to see you fall apart for me ever since."

Benimaru groans as he shoves himself deep within you. Your head falls back and eyes close at the sweet sensation. "Look at me..." His breathy voice is stained, having you edge him a few seconds prior. You glance back into his eyes but you struggle to keep them open as he slowly begins thrusting.

"Beni..." You whine wanting him to move faster, your arms wrap around his wide shoulders as your nails caress his back. Benimaru's expression was intoxicating once you called out his name. It was like you could see to the battle in his mind to keep control.

"Fuck..." He moans as he maintains eye contact, both of you out of breath and needing more. "Trouble is seeing you like this..." He pushes deeper and stops, he leans in and whispers against your ear, "a broken mess..." You dig your nails into his flesh causing him to tense up, "has made me one to..." You scream out as his teeth dig into your neck.

"Fuck thank you!" You moan out as he slams back and fucks you harshly against the wall. In a delirious state both of you viciously kiss and suck on any flesh that you could reach. Your legs shake uncontrollably as you try and maintain your hold from his quick pace. Both of you were no longer able to hush the sounds escaping. You felt your orgasm building and his cock twitch as your pussy clenched. Both of you make a desperate moan as you reach climax together, Benimaru using the wall and your body to keep from falling himself as his muscles tighten.

Flushed and sweating you cling to each other for support from the strain. "If I let you down will you be able to stand?" Benimaru asked, his tone soft. You unwrap your legs but his arms stay around your hips as you feet touch the floor. You grip onto his forearm as they buckle beneath you exhausted.

"Shit... I'm pathetic." You laugh as he helps you to his chair and picks up your clothes.

"You know you don't have to be afraid to look weak in front of me. If you need help just ask." He then helps you dress and you are unsure of how to respond. "You are tough and assertive. I love that about you. But I see when you're hurting even though you hide it well."

You swallow heavily at his statement and watch as he puts back on his clothes. "You see me don't you?" Your voice quivers and you hate it.

Benimaru laughs and kneels in front of you. He cups your face in his hands and nods. "I've always seen you." You smile and something inside you opens up. You have always trusted him but this was beyond that.

"Beni..." You whisper and he looks so enamored. "What does this mean?" You nervously bite your lip. Showing him a weaker side of yourself. The side that always tells you you're not good enough.

"Whatever you want it to. If you want to pretend this never happened..." He glances away, unable to look at you, "I will accept that." Even though he tells you this, you see sadness. "But if you want to explore what this is a bit more. I am all yours."

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