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You and Yoshida hit the road, headed toward a night youâll never forget.
contains fem reader and hirofumi yoshida in an established relationship, fluff, smut, smoker reader, road trip, motel room, pool sex, and loss of virginity. 3,626 words. inspired by bleachersâ song, rollercoaster. here is an entire playlist.
hellooo, itâs been a while! this is my dreadfully late gift to @blueparadis for snowâs gift exchange. I decided to align it with valentineâs day as a nice treat, but itâs actually long overdue from the holidays (â ´â  â .â  â .ĚŤâ  â .â  â `â ) bella, thank you for being so, so patient with me, and happy valentineâs day, baby! and thank you to dear violet for beta reading this fic! đ¤
Heâs overdosed with burning rubber, shifting cities, and a fine lady in his passenger seat.
Digits of varying uses illuminate the dashboard, the clock reading a little past twenty-two. Rush hour has long passed, and apart from the occasional truck or blinding headlights on the opposite side of the road, the expressway is desolate.
Youâve quieted tooâYoshida glances to see if youâve fallen asleep. But youâre watching another worn out city pass from your open window, your hair restless in the wind.
He was the one who received a call from Public Safety that morning. Briefed on a feral devil playing havoc with the peace of a rural town, he reached frantically for the nearest pen and paper napkin and jotted away. The final question: âAre you willing to take the job?â And he responded, âIâll let you know once Iâve talked to my buddy.â
(Private devil hunters didnât have buddies. But youthful rebellion defied most things.)
âThatâs sudden,â you said matter-of-factly on the other line, static singing in the background.
âIt is,â he replied, eyeing the paper napkin scribbles in his hand as he held the phone. âWe wonât be alone thoughâdevil hunters from Public Safety will be coming too.â
âThat serious, huh?â you leaned against the wall where your phone was attached. âWill we be driving there ourselves?â
âYeah,â he answered. âItâs a twelve-hour drive. What do you think?â
âHalf a day,â you said, tipping your head back in contemplation. âHave you ever driven that long?â
âNot at all,â he said. âAnd I donât think Tako could take it. If weâre going, weâll have to make a stopover at some point.â
He named his car Tako. Compact, secondhand, and certainly not up with the timesâbut Tako was âbeautifully flawed, just like you,â in his exact words, and you grimaced with every reminder. Youâd accepted your fate of third-wheeling him and his car, but jealousy lingered.
You emphasized your eye roll while he couldnât see you. He seemed to care more about Takoâs well-being than his own.
âHmm . . . did you say they needed us there tomorrow?â you said, preserving a casual tone to keep him oblivious.
âI did,â he took the bait.
âAll right . . . if we take this job, we can leave this afternoon, then check in somewhere later at night.â
âSounds good to me. Weâll continue our trip in the morning and arrive there by noon.â
âSo itâs settled,â you affirmed. âWeâre taking the job.â
âWe are,â somehow, you could sense his smile growing on the other end. âWhat time do I pick you up?â
âMaybe at . . .â you glanced at the wall clock hanging above your fridge, âfour.â
When he arrived at your block, you were standing on the pavement, clutching the strap of your duffel bag from your shoulder. You tossed your bag into the backseat and rode shotgun, chirping, âYou ready, Hiro?â
Early into the ride, the fresh breeze rolled into your lungs, ejecting the smoke youâd put in them beforehand. The wind weaved with your hair, and the sun glimmered against your skin while it set. Amidst a red light, you faced him and asked, âWhat were you doing before you got the call?â
He was leaning against the steering wheel, watching the countdown before he looked at you. He smiled and answered, âI was thinking about you.â
Out of reflex, you chuckled airily and faced the other way. âWeirdo.â
The light flickered green as he yelped, âOuch!â
When the sun sank, cars poured in. Entire roads were eager to go home while you were just leaving yours. You sat in traffic as your stomach gurgled, marking the first stage of your regret for the spontaneity of your travel.
âGot any food in here?â you asked, facing Yoshidaâs direction for the umpteenth time after staring out into the dreadful sea of vehicles enveloping Tako.
âNone,â he answered curtly. His right hand was holding the steering wheelâor rather, gripping it. He rubbed his mouth, now dropped to a frown instead of its bright state, before resting his arm on the window.
You sighed and faced your window again, your fist pressing your cheek. âI shouldâve prepared some before we left.â
Yoshida responded with silence. He never relied on words when he was displeased, trusting the quiet to speak for him. Time continued to pass, but the traffic did not.
âIâm thirsty. Do you have any water?â you asked again later.
âI donât,â
âUgh,â you threw your head against the headrest. âWhen will this end?â
âIâm upset too,â he said calmly. âI gotta pee.â
âWhat if you peed outside?â
âAnd got myself arrested?â
You scanned the small space for something useful, finding an empty soda bottle in the pocket of your car door. âWhat about in this bottle?â
Yoshida scowled as you held it up to him. âBaby, please.â
Your body was in a state of drought and famine; nothing to come out of your mouth would be of any help.
Tako wriggled free of congestion thirty minutes after your exchange. Yoshida stepped on the gas pedal harder than usual, and you failed to resist screaming out of your window, âFinally!â
He parked at the first fast-food restaurant in sight. As you unbuckled your seatbelt, he turned the car off, yanked the key out, and hurried to leave. âWait, whatâs yourââ
âIâll have a burger,â he said before he slammed the door and bolted to the establishment where his savior awaitedâthe bathroom.
You ordered large burgers, fries, and orange juice in pairs. You moaned as soon as the flavor set in your mouth, barely chewing before you swallowed your first bite. He ate slowly in the driverâs seat, watching you with amusement. You devoted your attention to your meal and your meal only, but you fed him fries every so often.
âIâm packing us food next time,â you said before taking another mouthful of your sandwich.
âIâm using the bathroom before I hit the road,â he answered with full cheeks, licking the mayo off his fingers.
You continued your journey content and relieved at last. The night was getting quiet, but with your tanks refueled, it was your time to disrupt the peace.
The last set of songs on the radio station were ones you and Yoshida knew. Yoshidaâs palms banged the steering wheel to the beat, and you tapped on your door from the outside as your arm hung from the window. You replaced lyrics you didnât know with gibberish that made him giggle. You screamed the ones you knew together, pointing fingers at each other whenever the word âyouâ appeared within the lines. You sang your voice and heart out, and finally, you ran out of breath.
You panted with laughter as the radio announcer bid goodnight. And then you fell into silence, the kind that reassured you were both fulfilled.
A cigarette burns from your hand now. Itâs been six hours since you departed, and it would take six more to arrive at your destination.
Yoshida reaches for your thigh and gently squeezes. âShould we call it a night?â
In his momentary glance at you, he spots hypnosis in your eyes, likely from watching the world go by through your window. âYeah,â you say. âLetâs get some rest.â
Relief hits your numb butt once you step out of the car and into the open parking lot of a standard motel. The night is crisp and silent as you and Yoshida carry your bags separately and amble toward your temporary abode.
You request a room with two beds only to learn after that it was futile.
The room leans on vintage wallpaper, clean white sheets, and warm light from the wall lamp between your beds. Itâs as out of style as it could be, but itâll do for the night.
Yoshida uses the bathroom after letting you go first. He comes out likening your current appearance: in fresh sleepwear and a small towel dabbing his wet face, his hand pushing his long fringe up.
Youâve cleared your bed of your things to sit on the edge and face his. He mirrors you, bouncing on the mattress when he plops down and opens his arms to you in invitation. You lurch forward willingly, and his arms lock over the small of your back. It occurs to you that your separate bed would be useless for the night.
With the lights off, you lie together. Itâs as if any space where you donât share one breath and heartbeat is senseless.
The outdoor light seeps through the curtains of your window, allowing the wall clock in front of your bed to reflect its numbers. Itâs past midnight. His fingers thread through your hair. You shift your head closer to his chest, pushing your ear to hear the life inside, speaking in calm, steady tones.
You play with his hand, pressing your palms together, studying the lines etched and tracing them with a gentle finger. It tickles him, the faintest sensation left in the wake of your touch, and he indulges.
âArenât you sleepy?â you speak against the creases of his shirt, cheek pressed to the fabric.
âIt wore off.â His arm folds under his head as he eyes the ceiling. âWhat about you?â
He seems to hold you tighter, lightly bracing your shoulders. His staying awake means you wonât be listening to his soft snores, or staring at his ajar mouth with quiet adoration.
âI dunno,â your arm rests across his stomach. âIâm never sleepy when weâre out of town.â
For a moment, heâs soundless, only the mild strokes of his palm up and down your shoulder. âThat pool outside . . .â
He pointed it out earlier when you passed it on your way to the room. It was cyan in all its stillness, illuminating in the dark. You know what heâs hinting at.
âWonât we get in trouble?â you ask, looking up to see his face, only to find his eyes veiled by an overgrown fringe.
But through the dark strands, you find mischief glinting back at you. And it tugs the ends of his mouth up as he entices, âArenât we used to that?â
Only as you stand a few inches away from the pool do you remember that youâre on official businessânot a vacation.
You didnât pack any swimwear. So instead of taking a dip, you and Yoshida stand awkwardly hand-in-hand in your pajamas, wary faces reflecting in the water when you lean forward with caution.
âDo we just . . .â he starts, but never finishes. You glance at him, thinking how ironic it is that heâs apprehensive now when he had gotten the idea moments ago.
But youâd already taken the steps to arrive at this point. You got out of bed, stepped out into the studded, cool night, and strutted on the concrete leading to the pool. Why turn back now?
You drop his hand, failing to notice the confused look he gives you before you pull your shirt out of your head. You look at him once the shirt meets the ground; framed by his dark strands are two astounded eyes. You grin devilishly at him, thumbs sliding beneath the garter of your pajama pants.
Yoshidaâs mouth hangs open at your overt choice of stripping. His eyes skim your back as you stray toward the pool, taking in the shade of your skin, the hook that keeps your bra in place, and the fabric that bends to the shape of your hips going downward. He flushes, urgently looking away.
âHey,â you glance at him again, your feet submerged as you descend the steps of the pool, and lilt playfully, âDonât back out now.â
Tiny smooth stones press against the soles of your feet. He shuts his near-dry mouth, then swallows. Your uncovered state is nothing heâd quite seen until this point. But it would be foolish to spend the rest of the night gawking in a moment dedicated to you and him.
The uncanny warmth of his body radiates as he peels his clothes off, t-shirt and sweatpants meeting your pajamas on the ground. He follows into the pool in a pair of loose boxer shorts.
Icy water engulfs your shoulders down. You shudder, wrapping your arms around yourself. âItâs fucking cold,â
Yoshida catches up with you soon, his arms sliding around your waist from behind. âWill this do?â he asks, holding you to his chest. His skin is damp but warm, and your head slots perfectly under his chin.
âThatâs perfect, Hiro.â You tell him softly, settling into his frame. Your hands rest on his folded arms; your heels press against his feet. In that cozy stance, he proceeds to waddle.
You giggle as you sway together, the water sloshing. Soon, you break free of his grasp to splash him, and his arms cross over his face to defend himself before retaliating with bigger splashes. You chase after each other in the pool, noisy spurts from flailing arms on opposite ends. You donât surrender until water enters your nose and mouth.
As you cough relentlessly, he approaches with wry laughter and asks, âAre you okay?â
He wishes heâd stayed far when you answer with the biggest splash of water shoved into his face. He backs away with his face in his hands, the ugly taste of pool water in his mouth, and the painful feeling of it in his nose. He coughs it out, just like you, but mixed with a sense of betrayal that soon translates into more eager playfulness.
He turns to you again and scoops you into his arms with a wide grin. âShouldâve seen that one coming,â he says as you giggle and try to wriggle free of his grasp, but to no avail. You give up and let him lift your feet off the pool floor, your arms wrapping around his neck.
His hair is soaked and flopping over his eyes, making it hard to see the affection held for you under it. You smooth it back with a gentle hand so you can admire him.
You often craved a clear view of his faceâhis hair usually concealed half of it. You wanted to see him, and you wanted to be seen by him. It had become a habit to push his hair back whenever you felt like it, and heâd always thought you never noticed how his heart fluttered over it.
But you always have. You feel it when your hand moves from the back of his head to the peak of his neck, where his drumming pulse resides. You see it in the expansion of his dark pupils while his glimmering gaze fixes on you.
His forehead is exposed, droplets dappling his cheeks from your childish frolic. His breath warms your face as you inch toward his lips. He welcomes your kiss with a knowing tilt of his head, a parted soft mouth, and a light squeeze of his arms around your body.
Yoshida numbs you from the rest of the world by filling all your senses, starting with the small noises of his moving kiss, progressing to the nudge of your back against tile and stone. A gasp enters his mouth after the impact, and he swallows willingly.
His warm lips brush your cheek, sliding down your jaw and lowering to your neck. He opens his lips to the curve that links your shoulder, hard teeth grazing your skin. Itâs new, and itâs admittedly scary, but you tilt your head in flowering welcome.
âIs this all right, Hiro?â you ask softly, lacking breath. He leans back, leaving your skin cold to meet your shy gaze.
âIf youâre not sure, we can stop.â His words reassure with sweet undertones. You realize from his calm that heâll accept any direction this goes.
Youâre in a pool of heat now. Your breath has strayed from its usual pattern, and you take pleasure in his keen grip. Youâre passionately aware that under your skin is a beat attuned to his doing, his intimate intentions. You know itâs under his skin, too. With him infecting your every nerve and vein, you come to a decision.
âI want this,â you whisper, hand gliding over the back of his head. âDo you?â
Yoshidaâs gaze glimmers with intent, struck by a wave of certainty. âI want you more than anything.â
You find confidence in confirming. You reach for the lock of your bra and unhook it, paying rapt attention to the growth of his eyes as they set on your naked chest. You toss the piece behind you to the elevated floor.
Flushed but resolute, he reaches forward and cups your breasts, cutting your breath midway. He massages the plush with firm but gentle hands, and a slow current of ecstasy cascades through your clenched body. He leans past your neck to take your nipple between his lips. Your mouth slacks in pleasure, echoing a shocked whine as you tip your head back.
His tongueâs motions jolt and relieve you at once, your chest lifting and falling against his face with urgency. Underwater, your pelvis aligns with his crotch. You press further into each other naturally, two sensitive parts rubbing in heated motions.
Yoshidaâs eyes flutter up at you before he pulls back, the taste of your skin lingering on his tongue. He leans toward your ear and whispers, âYou drive me insane,â
His fingers slide into your panties, and your back arches when he begins to stroke in the raw. A warmth scatters to your stomach, rising to your chest.
He leans back to heed the pleasured twist of your face. He drinks the pinch of your features, the rapid tumbles of your sounds. Livened, his two fingers ease into you carefully, but the pain of it only helps your cries.
âShould I stop?â his voice carries concern from the strain of your fingers digging into his back. Truthfully, he doesnât want to. And you know thisâyou can tell from how his fingers continue to nudge their way in, stretching you further. You donât want to, either.
âNo,â you gasp out, indulging in his motions, âDonât stop.â
Heâs delighted, and it translates to the intensity of his fingersâ thrusts, so long and slender. His lips brush over your ear. âYou take it so perfectly,â
As graceful as you are in absorbing the bliss of his advances, you still want more. âI want you, Hiro. I want to feel you.â
Heâs been hard, clenching tight. A fever that burns even in water, spreading beneath his flushed skin. He tugs his boxers down, holding his length to your cunt after pushing your panties aside. He takes the need thatâs been weighing on his stomach, and he slides himself in with a smooth stroke.
âFuck,â he moans breathlessly, throbbing against the squeeze. âOh, fuck. You feel so good.â
You clutch his back desperately, fingers digging into shoulder blades. âHirofumi,â you shiver, cunt clenching around his girth. He rocks his hips in a steady rhythm that melts you from the inside and renders him weak.
He leans toward you as you wind each other tightly, his head dipping into the bend of your neck, scraping your skin with his teeth. You sense your blood concentrating on the chafed spot under his lips. His pace picks up, and your fist curls in his hair.
He lifts his head to admire you again. Your vision is in motion blur, coming from a light head that hasnât gotten sleep, but your narrow gaze keeps the sight of him intact. Your fingers skim his parted mouth, brushing over the mole underneath it. Your rushed breaths fog the gap between your faces, but you look past this, leaning in for a sloppy kiss.
You take his taste into your mouth and lose yourself in the seconds, the rough scrub of your skin against the wall, and the mind-melting pure ecstasy. Your lips no longer push with his own, parting entirely to moan. âAh,â
Your head falls back, reaching for the sight of twinkling stars. Right below, your body jerks with the repeated motions of his hips, and your cunt constricts around his length, urging him.
âFuck,â he pulses on as you squeeze him, beating furiously amidst rapid movement until you loosen and he reaches his high. With a swift tug, white blends with the water of the pool.
The high subsides with heaving chests and hot faces. He lets your feet meet the floor slowly, running his palms up to your hips afterward. Your arms loosen around his nape but remain entwined, and you lean in to kiss warmly.
âAre you all right?â he asks gingerly, hazy eyes setting on you. He rubs your hips, squeezing with care.
âYeah,â you breathe out. Tired, sore, but utterly content and comforted. âIâm perfect. What about you?â
âYou are perfect,â he grins, barely apart from your face, making your chest bubble. âGeez. Youâre too pretty.â
âStop,â you giggle, hitting his back lightly. âJust answer my question.â
His smile softens, and his answer is earnest. âI feel great, honestly.â
âYeah?â you ask, drawn by his gleeful demeanor.
âYeah.â He answers, affection carved into his lingering gaze. âIâm in love.â
You laugh lightheartedly. âSo am I. Deeply.â
Satisfaction blossoms in his chest, his smile bending toward a playful smirk. âWay into it?â
You nod, instantly giving yourself away. âWay into it. I think youâre perfect for me, Hiro.â
âOf course I am,â he leans in, bumping his forehead into yours. âNo one else can have you but me.â
With a smile seemingly permanent, you kiss his lips. âThereâs no one else I need.â
Your head rests on his shoulder as he carries you back to the room with reverent adoration. After a brief and shared shower, you dry yourselves, lie together, and fall asleep.
you're flat on your back on the bed, sheets twisted beneath you, legs splayed wide as aki settles between them. his body looms over yours, all lean muscle and intent, cock nudging at your entrance before he pushes in, slow at first, letting you feel every thick inch splitting your pussy open. a gasp escapes you, back arching off the mattress, but he doesn't give you time to adjust. with one hand, he captures both your wrists, pinning them high above your head against the headboard, his grip iron-tight, unyielding. your arms strain, fingers flexing uselessly as he holds you there, exposed and helpless under him.
his free hand slides up your throat, fingers curling around your jaw in a firm hold that tilts your face up to meet his gaze. those dark eyes lock onto yours, piercing, demanding. he thrusts deeper now, burying himself to the hilt, your walls clenching around his length as he fills you completely. the stretch burns so good, heat pooling low in your belly, but it's his voice that hits you hardest, deep and breathy, rumbling right against your ear as he leans in close, lips brushing the shell. âeyes on me,â he growls, the words vibrating through you like a command etched in stone. âdon't you dare look away while i fuck you.â
you try to hold his stare, pupils dilating under the intensity, but the pleasure crests sharp when he pulls back and slams in again, cock dragging along your inner walls. your gaze flickers down to where your bodies join, watching the way he disappears inside you, slick and glistening. instantly, his rhythm faltersâhe slows to a torturous grind, hips circling lazy and deep, just enough to tease your clit with the base of his shaft but not enough to push you higher. âbad girl,â he murmurs, voice a low rasp that sends shivers racing down your spine. his thumb presses into your cheek, forcing your head steady, eyes back on his. âlook at me. now.â
your breath hitches, frustration mixing with the ache building between your legs, pussy fluttering around him in protest. you force your eyes up, locking onto the hunger in his expression, the way his brows furrow with focus. he holds there for a beat longer, grinding slow, letting the denial sink in, his cock throbbing inside you, unmoving except for those deliberate rolls that make you whimper. âthat's better,â he breathes, but he doesn't speed up yet, drawing it out until you're squirming, wrists tugging against his hold. âkeep them on me, and i'll give you what you need.â
finally, when your gaze steadies, unwavering, he rewards you. his hips snap forward, hard and deep, the force jolting your body up the bed. âthat's it... good,â he praises, voice dropping to a satisfied rumble as he sets a punishing paceâthrusts that punch the air from your lungs, his cock hitting that spot inside you over and over. pleasure sparks white-hot, your moans spilling free, but you don't dare break eye contact, not with the promise of more in his stare. he grips your jaw tighter, thumb stroking your lower lip as he fucks into you, relentless now, the wet sounds of your arousal filling the room.
every so often, your eyes threaten to flutter shut from the overload, lids heavy with bliss, and he catches itâslowing again without mercy, that grind resuming, his breath hot on your neck. âbad girl,â he warns, nipping at your earlobe, hips rocking just enough to keep you on the edge, cock pulsing against your g-spot. âeyes. on. me.â you obey, snapping back to his face, and he grins, feral and approving, before driving in harder, faster. âgood, just like that. take it all while you watch me ruin this pussy.â
the cycle builds the tension unbearably, your body trembling under him, wrists raw from the pin, jaw aching from his hold. but each reward thrust sends you spiraling closer, his growls mixing with your cries, eyes never leaving his as he claims you completely, pushing you toward that shattering release with every obedient stare.
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youâve always had a soft spot for denji, the way he devours life with that unfiltered hungerâfood, fights, affection, all of it. but lately, somethingâs shifted. ever since he started eating properly, not just scraping by on whatever junk he could grab between devil hunts, his bodyâs filling out in ways that make your breath catch.
heâs always been wiry and tough, but now? broader shoulders straining against his worn-out shirts, arms thickening with muscle that flexes when he reaches for another bite, thighs solid under his jeans. itâs like watching him bloom, and god, it turns you on more than you expected.
youâre in the kitchen of your shared apartment one lazy afternoon, sunlight slanting through the window as denji sits at the table, demolishing a massive stack of pancakes you whipped up. syrup drips from his fork, and he groans in bliss with each mouthful, cheeks bulging slightly as he chews. âman, these are killer,â he mumbles around a bite, eyes half-lidded in pure satisfaction.
heâs shirtless today, too hot for layers, and you canât stop staring at the way his chest has broadened, pecs defined now, abs peeking through where they used to be hidden under a layer of survival-scrawniness.
you lean against the counter, arms crossed to hide how your nipples tighten under your tank top, heat pooling between your thighs. âdenji,â you say softly, voice laced with that affectionate warmth you know he craves. âyou look⌠different lately. bigger. stronger.â
he pauses mid-bite, fork hovering, a smear of syrup on his lip. his eyes flick up to yours, golden-brown and curious, but thereâs a hint of confusion. âhuh? what dâya mean?â he swallows, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and you watch the corded muscles in his forearm ripple. heâs oblivious, just shoveling in another pancake like itâs the best thing since sliced breadâbecause to him, it probably is.
you step closer, emboldened by the way his skin glows with a faint sheen from the warmth of the day. your hand reaches out, tracing the swell of his bicep as he sets the fork down. itâs firm, unyielding, and you squeeze lightly, feeling the power coiled there. âthis. all of you. ever since youâve been eating like this, real meals, youâve bulked up. your arms, your chest⌠itâs sexy.â your voice drops, husky with the truth of it, fingers trailing up to his shoulder, then down to brush his collarbone.
denjiâs face flushes instantly, a deep pink creeping from his neck to his ears. heâs not used to compliments like this, not the ones that make his cock twitch in his pants. âs-sexy? me?â he laughs it off, but itâs nervous, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck as he shifts in his chair. his eyes dart away, focusing on the half-eaten plate, but you see the way his chest rises faster, the subtle bulge starting to tent his jeans. âi didnât even notice, yâknow? i just⌠love eatinâ. feels good to have a full stomach for once. didnât think itâd change shit like that.â
you smile, affectionate and teasing, sliding onto his lap to straddle him right there at the table. his hands come up instinctively, gripping your hips with that newfound strength, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh above your shorts. âoh, itâs changed everything,â you murmur, grinding down just enough to feel his hardening cock press against your pussy through the thin fabric. heâs thick already, the outline clear as you rock slowly. âlook at you all powerful. makes me want to climb you every time i see you lift something heavy or just⌠exist like this.â
his flush deepens, breath hitching as you lean in, lips brushing his ear. denjiâs always been straightforward, no games, and now heâs putty under your words, his grip tightening on your ass, pulling you closer. âshit, youâre gonna make me hard just talkinâ like that,â he groans, voice rough with that boyish edge that contrasts his building bulk. but thereâs no hiding itâhis cock throbs against you, fully erect now, straining for friction.
you kiss him then, slow and deep, tasting the sweet syrup on his tongue as he moans into your mouth. your hands roam his chest, palms flat against the warm, solid planes of muscle, thumbs circling his nipples until they pebble. he bucks up, chasing the pressure of your core against his length, and you gasp at how full he feels, how his strength lets him control the rhythm without even trying.
âdenji,â you whisper against his lips, nipping the flushed skin of his jaw. âyouâre so fucking hot like this. strong enough to pin me down, fuck me senseless.â the words spill out, affectionate heat fueling the dirty edge, and he whimpersâactually whimpersâhis face burning as he thrusts up harder.
ây-yeah? you like it?â heâs seeking reassurance, even as his hands slide under your tank, cupping your tits and squeezing with greedy fingers. his thumbs roll over your nipples, pinching just right, and you arch into him, pussy clenching emptily.
âlove it,â you affirm, grinding faster, the seam of your shorts rubbing your clit in delicious sparks. âeat all you want, get even bigger for me. iâll ride every inch of you.â
that does it. denji stands abruptly, lifting you with him like you weigh nothing, his arms bulging as he carries you to the counter. he sets you down, yanking your shorts off in one rough pull, exposing your slick folds. his eyes darken at the sight, cock bobbing free when he shoves his jeans downâthicker than before, veined and heavy, pre-cum beading at the tip.
he steps between your legs, rubbing the head along your slit, coating himself in your wetness. âgonna fuck you now,â he says, voice low and flushed with need, but thereâs that affectionate gleam in his eyes, like heâs doing this to please you most of all. âwanna feel how tight you are around me.â
you nod, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him in. he thrusts deep in one go, stretching your pussy with his girth, and you both moanâyours high and needy, his a guttural rumble that vibrates through his chest. heâs stronger now, hips snapping with controlled power, each plunge hitting that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.
âdenjiâfuck, yes,â you cry, nails digging into his shoulders, feeling the flex of muscle under your touch. he pounds into you relentlessly, the counter creaking, his face still pink from your earlier words, but now itâs mixed with raw lust.
âshit, youâre squeezinâ me so good,â he pants, one hand bracing beside you, the other thumbing your clit in messy circles. his pace builds, cock dragging against your walls, and you clench around him, chasing the edge.
"cum for me,â he urges, affectionate even in the heat, leaning down to capture your lips. âwanna feel you milk my dick.â
you shatter, pussy pulsing around his length, waves of pleasure ripping through you as you gasp his name. denji follows with a choked groan, burying deep and spilling hot cum inside you, hips jerking as he fills you up.
he slumps against you after, breathing heavy, that flush still lingering as he nuzzles your neck. âguess eatinâ more ainât so bad, huh?â he mumbles, voice soft and content, already eyeing the pancakes like round two might be next. you laugh, holding him close, utterly turned on by the man heâs becoming, one delicious bite at a time.
you've been dating aki for what feels like forever, though it's only been a few months. he's always so composed, with that serious expression and those dark eyes that make your stomach flip. but beneath it, you've sensed his patience, the way he never pushes, always waiting for you to set the pace. tonight, in the dim light of his apartment, you decide you're ready. your heart hammers as you straddle his lap on the couch, nerves twisting like knots in your gut. you're shy, cheeks burning, but you lean in, pressing your lips to his in a tentative kiss that deepens quickly.
his hands settle on your hips, steady and warm through your clothes. you rock against him experimentally, feeling the hardness of his erection through his pants, grinding your core along its length. heat builds between you, your panties growing damp as friction sparks pleasure. aki's breath hitches, his fingers tightening, but he doesn't take over. you move faster, desperate for more contact, your bodies humping in clumsy rhythm. the sensation is electric, making you whimper softly against his mouth.
then, in a hushed, broken voice, he mutters, "i⌠i'm a virgin too." his words tumble out like a confession, laced with vulnerability. you pull back slightly, searching his face. his lower lip quivers, and he turns his head away, cheeks flushed deep red, humiliated by the admission. it hits youâhe's been holding back not out of indifference, but because he's just as scared, just as nervous as you. the realization washes over you like relief, easing the tension in your chest. you're not alone in this uncertainty.
"hey," you whisper, cupping his jaw to guide his gaze back to yours. "that's⌠okay. i'm glad." your voice shakes, but it's honest. his eyes widen, surprise flickering before softening with shared understanding. the air shifts, charged with mutual need. you kiss him again, hungrier now, tongues sliding together as you both fumble with clothes. shirts come off first, then pants, leaving you in underwear. his boxers tent obscenely, a wet spot forming at the tip.
you push him back, shedding your bra and panties, exposing your breasts and the slickness between your thighs. aki stares, swallowing hard, before stripping fully. his cock stands rigid, flushed and leaking pre-cum from the slit. neither of you knows exactly what to do next, but instinct drives you. you climb back onto him, skin on skin, grinding your wet pussy along his shaft. he groans, hands roaming your back, pulling you closer. it's messyâyour arousal smears along his length, mixing with his pre-cum, making everything slippery.
"like this?" he asks, voice trembling as he bucks up tentatively, his tip nudging your clit. you nod, moaning, "yes, just like that." emboldened, he thrusts shallowly against you, the friction building heat. you both pant, bodies slick with sweat, humping desperately. his whimpers fill the room, soft and needy, as he checks again, "does it feel good? tell me if it's too much." you reassure him with kisses, your own shyness melting into urgency.
finally, you can't wait. you lift your hips, reaching down to grasp his cockâit's hot and throbbing in your hand, veins pulsing. guiding it to your entrance, you sink down slowly. the stretch burns at first, your pussy tight around his girth, but you're so wet it eases the way. aki gasps, eyes squeezing shut, "oh god, like this? is it okay?" his lip quivers again, but you nod, lowering further until he's fully sheathed, your walls clenching around him.
you start moving, rocking your hips in slow circles. he matches you, thrusting up gently, both of you lost in the sensation. it's awkward at times, your rhythms off, bodies slipping from sweat, but that rawness makes it hotter. his hands grip your ass, spreading you as he drives deeper. "you feel so good," he whimpers, voice cracking. "so tight⌠does it feel good for you?" you cry out yes, the pressure building fast. your first orgasm crashes over you unexpectedly, pussy spasming around his cock, juices soaking where you're joined.
aki doesn't stop, even as you tremble. he flips you onto your back carefully, settling between your legs, and resumes fucking you slow and deep. each slide in and out drags against your sensitive walls, his balls brushing your ass. he's whimpering constantly now, forehead pressed to yours, "tell me if you want it different." you shake your head, wrapping your legs around him, urging him on. the room fills with wet sounds, your pussy squelching around him, skin slapping softly.
time blurs. you cum again, harder, nails raking his back as waves pull you under. he follows soon after, burying deep with a choked sob, hot spurts of cum flooding your insides. but neither pulls away. he stays hard somehow, or maybe it's the adrenaline, and you keep going. he pulls out briefly, cum dripping from your pussy, only to flip you onto your stomach and enter from behind. "still good?" he asks, voice hoarse, as he grinds in slow. you push back, moaning into the cushions, "don't stop."
hours pass like that, positions shifting messily, from missionary to you riding him, then against the wall before collapsing back to the bed. sweat and cum make everything slick, your thighs sticky, his chest heaving. you orgasm three, four times, each one leaving you boneless, but you cling to him, brain fogged with pleasure. aki cums twice more, once in your mouth when you suck him sloppily, tasting your mixed fluids, and again inside you, painting your walls white.
by the end, you're both exhausted, bodies entwined, his cock finally softening as he slips out, cum leaking in a warm trail down your leg. he holds you close, still murmuring, "was it good? did i�" you silence him with a kiss, relieved and sated, knowing this vulnerability has bound you tighter.
you've been hooking up with kishibe for months now, ever since that rainy night when he showed up at your door, soaked through and reeking of whiskey and devil blood. no strings, you told yourself. just two people blowing off steam in a world that's always one wrong step from falling apart.
he's older, rough around the edges, with that perpetual scowl and those scars that tell stories you don't ask about. you meet in dingy motels or his sparse apartment, clothes hitting the floor before the door even clicks shut.
tonight's no different. you arrive at his place after a long shift, the kind that leaves you aching and frustrated. he doesn't say muchâjust nods you inside, his hand already gripping your waist as he kicks the door closed. his mouth crashes against yours, stubble scraping your skin, tongue demanding entry without apology. you melt into it, hands fumbling with his shirt buttons while he backs you toward the bedroom.
he strips you efficiently, callused fingers unhooking your bra and shoving your pants down in one fluid motion. you're bare before him, skin prickling under his gaze, but he doesn't linger on compliments. instead, he pushes you onto the bed, shedding his own clothes. his cock springs free, thick and hard, veins prominent along the shaft. you lick your lips instinctively, heat pooling between your thighs.
kishibe climbs over you, knees bracketing your hips. he doesn't waste time on foreplay tonight; his hand slides between your legs, fingers parting your folds to find you already slick. he grunts approval, circling your clit with rough precision before dipping two fingers inside, pumping them deep. you gasp, arching up, your pussy clenching around the intrusion. "wet as always," he mutters, voice low and gravelly, pulling his fingers free to smear your arousal along his length.
he lines up and thrusts in, filling you in one sharp push. you cry out, nails digging into his shoulders as he sets a brutal pace, hips snapping against yours. the bed creaks under the force, his balls slapping your ass with each drive. he fucks you like he fightsârelentless, controlled, chasing release without mercy. you wrap your legs around him, meeting his thrusts, the friction building that tight coil in your belly.
sweat slicks your bodies, his chest heaving as he leans down to bite at your neck, marking you without care. you moan his name, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. he shifts angles, grinding against that spot inside you. your orgasm hits hard, walls fluttering around his cock, milking him as you shudder beneath him.
he doesn't stop, pounding through your climax until his own builds. with a low growl, he buries himself deep, spilling hot cum inside you, pulse after pulse flooding your pussy. he stays there a moment, breathing ragged against your shoulder, before pulling out. cum leaks from you as he rolls off, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling.
you catch your breath, the afterglow settling in like a warm haze. this is the part where you usually get up, clean yourself off, and exchange a few words before leavingâor crashing here until morning, no expectations. but tonight, as you shift to sit up, his arm snakes around your waist, tugging you back against his side.
"stay," he says, voice flat, like it's an order.
you blink, heart stuttering. "okayâŚ" it's not unusual to stay, but the way he holds you feels differentâpossessive, almost.
the room falls quiet, save for the distant hum of city traffic. you trace idle patterns on his chest, waiting for the usual post-fuck silence to stretch until you drift off. instead, he speaks again, tone as serious as if he's briefing a mission.
"you're my girl now."
the words hang in the air, simple and unyielding. your mind blanks, cheeks flushing hot as you lift your head to stare at him. "what?" it comes out as a squeak, shy surprise twisting in your gut. you've been fucking, sure, but this? labels? you've kept it casual, convinced yourself it was just physical, a release in the chaos of devil hunting.
kishibe doesn't flinch, his eyes locking onto yours with that cold intensity, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. no smirk, no hesitation. just fact.
"heard me. girlfriend. mine."
your pulse races, a mix of shock and something warmer blooming in your chest. you duck your head, hiding your burning face against his shoulder, mumbling, "i⌠didn't think⌠we wereâŚ" words fail you, too flustered to articulate the whirlwind in your head.
he huffs, a rare sound almost like amusement, but his grip tightens, pulling you flush against him. "thought it was clear. been clear for weeks." his free hand tips your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "stop overthinking. you're staying. with me."
you swallow, nodding shyly, the surprise lingering but softening under his unyielding certainty. for once, the cold devil hunter feels like something moreâyours, too.
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