Usami Tokishige x f! Reader

explicit ; 14k words ; coerced pwp

It’s a perfect collision, the heel of your palm against his pretty cheek; the sound is brutally clean. A crack of a whip; a rifle shot. Usami’s head whips to the side almost cartoonishly hard from the force of your strike, and he huffs a little as air is forced out his lungs.

Usami fails to see what it is about you that has captured Lieutenant Tsurumi’s favour and which gets you invited to an outing exclusive to his inner circle. You are obviously nothing special or memorable. Aren’t you?

Or, you and Usami settle your differences.

read chapter ONE of TWO here on ao3!

but the night you both are about to have sex, you try to stop him, saying you feel really wet and sticky and that your period might’ve started. he’s in the middle of telling you he’ll change the sheets after and not to worry about it, trying to soothe you.

however, you both are shocked into silence at the wet sound of the fabric being pulled from your cunt and at the thick, sticky strands of your slick clinging to your panties. you are fucking soaked.

“fuck. fuuck…y’really like me, don’t ya? dripping all over the bed, mama, you’re s’ damn wet, baby, oh my god.”

ଳ in which SUO hayato loves making you wait. 18+ mdni. ⤷ cw: pussy rubbing; teasing.

his cock was heavy and hot as it pressed right against your soaked cunt, every twitch a cruel reminder of what he was denying you. instinct pulled at you, to shift your hips, seeking, aching, just trying to catch a little more of him, the barest amount of relief—

but hayato didn't move.

Summary & CW:  fluff, suggestive content, on a mission, established relationship, batfam dynamic, crack fic, pride & prejudice mention, catwoman protégé!reader, second person, no use of y/n

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Another piece out the Kiln! Thank you to @inesvisible for requesting, I had sm fun with this one! Inspired by that one youtube video (it’ll make sense at the end). I hope you enjoy my lovelies

“How much you wanna bet that Bruce and Selina are making out on some rooftop right now?”

“You know, I’d really rather not.” Jason’s face contorts in disgust. Anything that involved thinking of Bruce and his dating life always made him squirm, it was hysterical.

They were all like that. All the Robins viewed Bruce as this ancient fatherly figure. To you, he’s just Bruce. Maybe it was because of all the times you caught him doing the walk of shame from Selina’s room, but it never bothered you to talk about it.

Selina was more… open when it came to her romantic life. A lot more open than Bruce you were willing to bet.  

It was so different than to how they were raised. Bruce was a father to them, he was this brooding figure who relished in seriousness. While Selina was like an older sister to you, she taught you how to take a shot without reacting.

“I didn’t have you pegged for such a virgin Jason.”

He freezes, burger halfway in his mouth and turns to you. A deadpan plain on his face.

“You know I’m not a virgin.”

“Oh? Do I?” He was so fun to tease, especially when that one eyebrow on his face rose. Danger dancing across the arch.

“Oh I would hope so.” He decides to start playing back. “Otherwise I’m going to have to have a long conversation with who left that hickey on your thig-”

“Aaaaaaand that’s enough you two.” Dick’s voice rings through the comms. “We have minors on this line.”

You snort and Jason rolls his eyes from where he’s sitting next to you.

“While I find there topic of discission crude,” Damian starts to pitch in. Obviously offended that his age is a discriminating factor for the conversation. “Todd and his special friend need not to shy away the topics of sexual intercourse for my sake, Grayson. They ought to do it to retain some level of decency.”

Damian starts squabbling with Dick on their own end your gaze shifts sideways to Jason, his eyebrows are twisted together in amusement. He meets your eyes and you mouth “special friend” to him. And that devastating Jason Todd grin breaks out on his face, the one that had angels singing and clouds parting. It’s toothy and too big for his face, too innocent for the scars.

He shrugs and mouths back, “improvement.”

It’s your turn to bite back a laugh and your neck strains from the grin.

Muting yourself from the comms this time, you scrunch your nose to get his attention. “Circling back to my initial question,” he groans. “How much would you be willing to bet I’m right.”

“I don’t want to play this game.” He grumbles into his burger after muting himself.

“Too bad.”

Huffing out a breath as if this question has personally wronged him, he ponders for a moment . “If they aren’t,” he pauses. “I’ll do dishes for next two weeks.”

Jason Todd rarely complained about household chores with you. He loved the domestic side of life you gave him in breaths stolen from Gotham. A secret part of his heart warmed when he caught himself wondering if he took the trash out on Tuesday mornings, or if he picked up the almond milk for you coffee at the corner store, or if he remembered to move the clothes from the washer to the dryer. It was the simple little things that were now intertwined in his life that reassured the quiet peace fate finally granted him.

However, washing dishes was the exception.

He’d dry them, put them away, reorganize them anyway you wanted. But he hated washing them.

So you met him halfway. After all, he did essentially everything else.

“That’s big from you.” It comes out like a tease and he sticks his tongue out at you.

“I don’t see him doing that stuff on patrol.” That’s when you knew you won. It’s unfair, but you’d heard stories form Selina. Stories that assured you, you were right. “He’s too anal about this stuff- patrol is life or death for him.”

When you hum noncommittedly, he scoffs. “You start patrolling with us one year ago and you think you have us all figured out.”

“Maybe I do.” You answer, your voice light and fun in the way that draws him in. “If I win, you have to do anything I want tonight.”

“How is that different from any other night?”

Those words land somewhere you don’t want to name. It’s true. He never told you no. Jason had spent his whole life pushing back against people, challenging them, yet he never did that with you. In small everyday moments maybe, it was to be expected; to grow together, it was necessary. Yet when push came to shove, Jason Todd was at your beck and call and always said yes.

“You’ll see.” Is all you offer him when you unmute the call.

“Oracle,” your voice cuts through Dick, Damian, Tim, and now Steph’s bickering.

“I don’t like the tone of your voice.” Barbara’s voice sing songs through the earpiece.

Jason’s eyes stay locked on yours with a squint. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Depends on what it is.”

“What’re Bruce and Selina doing right now?”

A smirk pulls at your lips and Jason starts shaking his head when the click-clacking of Barbara’s computer sounds through the speakers. A deep sigh from her is the sound of victory for you.

“I don’t think you want to know.”

“Oh I think I do.” The remaining gang of bats that was on the line start yelling protests when they hear the grin in your voice.

“BABS NO-”

“PLEASE DON’T-”

“I’m going to be disappointed aren’t I?”

“FREAKS! ALL OF YOU-”

Jason’s snickering while accepting defeat. Then, Barabara’s voice rings like a melody in your ears.

“They’re… otherwise engaged on a rooftop off eleventh and Washington.” Her words are chosen carefully and muffled groans echo after her.

“Thank you lovely.” Your voice is sweet as honey and Jason’s still shaking his head next to you.

“Do I even want to know why you asked?”

“Probably not.” And with that, you mute your mic again.

Looking over at him, even with defeat lingering in the wrinkles of his smile, he’s gorgeous. It was gut-wrenching that he didn’t see how beautiful he was. He put everyone else to shame. No one should look as heavenly as Jason Todd did with grease coating his lips and neon lighting his eyes.

Yet here he was, an angel plucked from the sky.

“Okay doll,” resignation dripping from his teeth. “What do you want me to do?”

“Oh you’re cute,” you purr. Your thumb wipes the ketchup on the corner of his mouth, his face brightening to the color of the condiment as you lick it off your finger. “You think I’m going to tell you now? Where’s the fun in that pretty boy.”

He scoffs with no heat behind it. Even as disbelief bleeds from his forehead, you can tell he’s exactly where he wants to be. “You’re a dangerous thing aren’t ya? We gotta put a warning label on you or something.”

“As if you’d shy away from a warning label.”

He snorts because he can’t say that you’re wrong. Nothing could ever keep Jason Todd from running back to you.

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“-but said not a word.”-pant- “After a silence of several minutes.” -another pause- “he came towards her in an agitated manner, -gasp-  and thus began- Baby please.”

He sounds cute like this, and you’re almost tempted to grant him the reprieve he wants.

But he looked too good.

Sitting on the foot of the bed, you merely watched him. You watched as Jason Todd remained in a plank after being stripped down to his underwear. Sweat was beginning to coat his back and you’re not sure if you’ve ever seen a more divine sight.

The small black boxers were leaving little for the imagination as the book laid under his head.

“Not yet honey,” you remind him, enjoying this a little too much. “You have to finish the chapter or go until failure. And you wouldn’t fail me now, would you?”

In light of winning your bet, you decided to make your lovely boyfriend get undressed to almost nothing and read Pride and Prejudice. This was your favorite chapter, and he loved to tell you how he loved you “most ardently” all the time.

Might as well make him prove it.

Maybe it was a little cruel to make him do this after patrol. But he agreed.

“I won’t.” He’s panting like a dog starved of water.

“Then get back to reading.” You hum.

His head hangs low for a second, curls bouncing in his face. His back muscles are so defined in this position, your tempted to lick the sweat straight off him.

“In vain have I struggled. -deep breath- It will not do. My feelings will -another pant- be repressed. You must allow me -another deep breath- to tell you – a wrecked groan- how ardently I admire and love you.”

And just like that, you realize you were going to have to start betting on Selina and Bruce more often.

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A/N: inspired by this lovely post (asia I love you)

but i js wanted to prac old daddy yuta as the focus

🌧️💧. 🌤️✨

im obsessed…