Daki — Creative.

Iso x fem!reader

warnings: unprotected sex, drunk sex, alcohol, nsfw, ooc.

a/n: from sexual partners to lovers i think ^^

18+ only!!

The evening promised to be unpredictable, because many protocol agents had problems with alcohol. More precisely, with the opportunity not to stop and cross the line of his maximum in drinking. You were one of them too, because you thought that youth was one thing and you shouldn't spend it too boring. And many people agreed with you. Therefore, only a few hours after the start of a small party in honor of Jett's birthday, everyone was already practically in a mess. There were no missions for the next few days, no one's conscience tormented them. You are stretched out on a soft pouf in the room of a girl with white hair. Drinking in the common room was not a very good idea - the elders did not approve of alcoholic gatherings of young people and would immediately disperse everyone to their rooms. Therefore, everyone decided to gather in the birthday girl's room in a friendly company.

Jett was already practically lying on the bed, dying with laughter from the jokes of Phoenix, who was sitting next to her, leaning against the wall and finishing another cocktail. It seems that most of those present had already lost consciousness and some were falling asleep. Killjoy and her girlfriend fell asleep in a corner of the room. You thought it was cute, so somehow taking your phone out of your pocket, you took some blurry pictures of the couple, then put the phone on the table and looked at Iso. He was sitting in a rather open position and was a little bored. You didn't know him very well, you only saw him a couple of times in the common rooms, because you've only recently been in the protocol. But one thing you knew for sure - this Chinese silent guy was pretty hot and if there was a chance, you would…

It seems he noticed your gaze and looked at you. A slight smile appeared on his bored face. He drank a little more than you, but he seemed to be more sober than anyone in this room. But this sudden smile…

"Yo, Iso, would you like a couple more cocktails from Clove? I swear, these are the most fucking drinks I've ever tasted."

"I'll pass," - the guy drawled without even turning around in the direction of Phoenix.

"But I'm ready to knock over a couple of glasses," - came the voice of Yoru, who had just returned from somewhere, but judging by the packages of various snacks, he was in the pantry.

"Y/N, and you? Won't you leave your bro?"

"That's enough for me, Phoenix, otherwise I'll ruin Jett's carpet with the contents of my own… stomach," - you hiccuped, then shook your head and reached for the juice pack.

Your hand suddenly came into contact with Iso's hand, and you looked at him with incomprehension. He took the bottle first and took a few sips, after which he handed the bottle to you, whispering something in your ear:

"In five minutes. At the door of my room."

After these words, he stood up and, after throwing a couple of farewell phrases, left Jett's room. Phoenix was clearly unhappy that the party was coming to an end, but he was immediately distracted by other guys, which made it easier for you to sneak out after five minutes.

And here you are standing near the door to the room And with. Unlike the other doors, there were no pranks on it, only a nameplate. You put your fist up to the door and didn't dare knock. There's a little doubt stuck in your head. Was it an alcoholic hallucination? Or did you just hear the wrong thing? Why would he even invite you to his room? Why…

But your thoughts were interrupted by the door that opened in front of you. A man's hand immediately pulled you inside without even letting you squeak. That's how you first found yourself in Iso's room, without even thinking that you would ever get here. And, surprisingly, the room turned out to be quite pleasant. The soft blue LED strips created a soothing environment. But you didn't have the opportunity to look into the small details, because Iso immediately attracted your attention and you even opened your mouth in surprise. He only stood in front of you in shorts, if they were shorts and not boxers. It is difficult to distinguish in the semi-darkness.

The blue light softly illuminated the reliefs of his body, which made you feel a pleasant itch somewhere in the lower abdomen. Your hands were raised and you didn't know where to put them: either to clench your fists and lower them, or to succumb to temptation and feel this relief, which the guy decided to put up for review. The door closed and you were at it in an instant, not knowing what to do. The whole situation has confused you. Or maybe not the sitation, but the appearance of the Iso.

"I want you," he said briefly.

Iso has never played games where there are hints and indecisive actions on which ridiculous guesses and theories are based. If he wants something or doesn't like something, he immediately talked about it. Or tactfully kept silent so that the conflict would not flare up in inappropriate conditions. That's why you liked him at the first meetings. Firm, decisive and honest - this is how he showed himself in his work. But what kind of person he was outside of missions, you didn't get the chance to find out. And now, it seems, is the chance. Unless, of course, you forget about it in the morning, because the blood alcohol level was high and you were already gradually ceasing to think adequately.

His hands were on either side of your shoulders, and his hot breath was scorching your face. There was no smell of alcohol - apparently he managed to eat a mint gum to kill the smell at least for a while. The Iso did not take any action. He was waiting for some action or words from you.

"I… "- you were speechless because of how exciting the situation was. -"I want you…too…"

Before you could finish, Iso bit into your lips with his own. After that, your head completely turned off and you succumbed to the rush of passion. Your hands ended up on his abs, which made the guy flinch slightly. The temperature difference between your cool palms and his hot body was small, but noticeable. The black-haired guy snuggles up to you, putting one knee between your thighs, and then one of his hands comes down to your chin. He runs his fingers along the line of your chin, after which he smoothly lowers his hand to your chest and squeezes it, from which you squeeze his knee with your legs because of a pleasant wave of goosebumps on your body. You decide to keep up with him and your hand goes lower, feeling his boner through the fabric of his boxers. (They were still boxers, damn it). He moans into your lips, then breaks the kiss and rests his head against the door, starting to breathe heavily.

You start rubbing his erect penis with smooth movements, sometimes lingering at the head and massaging it a little longer than the trunk itself. The size is impressive to the touch, although you thought Asians had relatively small penises. His hand started going down to your pants, too. Iso strokes your buttocks, then squeezes one of them. You exhale noisily and bury your forehead in his shoulder. His massive back practically blocked your view. It was as if you were thinking about the same thing, because almost simultaneously you decided to get your hands under each other's clothes and start masturbating already. Despite the fact that Iso is usually a man of few words, now he was very generous with various sounds, which made you even more excited.

You sank your teeth into his shoulder as soon as he felt your clitoris and began gently massaging it. Now you're panting too. After a few minutes of such manipulations, you finally began to feel the excitement creeping up on you.

"Please continue..Iso…" - you whispered softly, without stopping working with your hand.

"Zhao Yu," he breathed. - "Oh..Call me Zhao Yu."

"Please, Zhao," you didn't have time to finish, as a wave of orgasm swept through your entire body, your legs weakened and you literally hung on to the guy. - "Yu-yu…"

"Fuck," he croaked, and then he gently picked you up and carried you to the bed.

His bed smelled of lavender conditioner and the perfume that Iso uses. The fragrance was pleasant and sweet, like some kind of herb with spices. You were still in the aftertaste of orgasm, so you looked at the guy with half-closed eyes and breathed heavily. He was pulling off your sweatpants, followed by a T-shirt and underwear on the floor. He was looming over you and for the first time you saw him so… so greedy and hungry. Although, maybe it seemed that way to you because of the effects of alcohol.

Iso bent down to your neck and inhaled your scent, then moaned softly. One of his hands gently descended on your stomach, then sank lower, right to the entrance of the vagina. He held his palm several times, collecting the moisture that had managed to flow out of you, after which he put two fingers inside at once, from which you mumbled.

"Are you in pain?" he asked, lifting his head.

"Not really," you muttered. "It's just… I haven't had sex in a while."

"Huh," he breathed out and began to slowly move his fingers inside you, gradually stretching. - "I'll be gentle, don't worry."

And he didn't lie. After carefully stretching, he began to slowly enter. But, surprisingly, you didn't feel any pain - it looks like you were very excited, which caused enough lubricant to stand out, and Iso did a good job. When he entered completely, you moaned quite loudly.

"Shhh," he hissed in your ear. "No one should hear what we're doing. Do you agree?"

"Yes," you whispered.

"I'm starting to move. Tell me if it's unpleasant " - despite the alcohol and the overwhelming desire to have sex, he was careful in his actions. As if this wasn't the first time this had happened to him.

You just nodded at his words and he started moving slowly. And it was accompanied, of course, by his quiet moans and growls, which you enjoyed more than the process itself.

With each thrust, he began to accelerate a little bit, until his pace became very fast, which made the sound of clapping noticeably louder. He may even have stopped realizing at least something about what was happening. Iso simply succumbed to desires. You dug your nails into his back, making small, low moans. He went in as deep as no one else. Maybe it was the influence of alcohol, but damn it, even without clitoral stimulation, you felt good.

"Zhao Yu-yu," you moaned from time to time.

Because of the fast movements, your hands were sliding down, so you had to constantly lift them back to their original place. Iso suddenly began to moan more intermittently and loudly, after which he leaned over and kissed you. He moaned into your mouth, starting to move more and more unevenly, and eventually made a final push and pressed against you. He pulled back and tried to catch his breath.

"Mmm, - your consciousness began to grow cloudy, it looks like such an energy-consuming process and alcohol began to bear fruit. And you blacked out.

Atta girl ✧ High Noon Yone x fem!reader tw: degradation, creampie, abuse (i think??), spanking, forced breeding, dub con (if theres anything else let me know<3) an: i wrote this a while ago when hn yone got first leaked, so if any new lore dropped - i wouldn't know. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . You swore to yourself that you’d kill every single one of those damn devils — without a single exception. You promised to avenge all the poor souls that got killed by those who made a pact with a devil. Not only that, but you’d give your life to free the west from its curse. It was the least you could do after failing so miserably to save others. So why were you bent over the saloon counter while a man rutted into you? Why were you moaning and whining his name? The name of a man who had made a pact with a devil. Bounty hunter Yone. Such an ironic title when you consider that there’s a high bounty on him as well. He hated devils, too — more than anything. His hatred took him so far that he became one of them. And god, you were thankful for it. Your thoughts were clearly getting manipulated by your tight cunt that was squeezing around his girth so deliciously that it made him growl into your ear. He wasn’t even trying to be quiet — the saloon might’ve been empty, but he wanted everyone to hear that walked by, how he was fucking this once so proud and snobbery woman into his little bitch. How she slowly became his dumb slut. Yone’s hands were on your hips as he thrusted into you from behind, pressing his pelvis against your ass while he leaned forward to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. One hand wandered up your throat, grabbing your chin with it and pulling your head back. His lips were barely two inches away from yours — “Aren’t ya just so pathetic?” He purred. “Just half an hour ago ya were soooo confident about killin’ me, tellin’ me how much ya hated ‘my kind’, how selfish I am, and now… You’re soakin’ and suckin’ in my cock like it’s ya’s life purpose.” The low growl in his voice was making your walls flutter around his dick. You hated to admit how good this felt. His hands were cold, freezing even. They sent shivers down your spine with every touch. He had this frightening and overwhelming aura that seemed to become more distinct with every thrust. His hand let go of your face after he saw the tears roll down your cheeks, proud of his work. From the corner of your eye, you could see his cocky grin.