dominique 🐽

I can draw my faves being happy and silly and it wouldn't be coping!

𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗥𝗘

You and Yoshida hit the road, headed toward a night you’ll 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 bleachers’ song, rollercoaster. here is an entire playlist.

hellooo, it’s been a while! this is my dreadfully late gift to @blueparadis for snow’s gift exchange. I decided to align it with valentine’s day as a nice treat, but it’s actually long overdue from the holidays (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠) bella, thank you for being so, so patient with me, and happy valentine’s day, baby! and thank you to dear violet for beta reading this fic! 🖤

𝟭 ︱ 𝖶𝖤’𝖫𝖫 𝖡𝖤 𝖫𝖮𝖮𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖥𝖮𝖱 𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳, 𝖮𝖱 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳𝖲

He’s 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.

You’ve quieted too—Yoshida glances to see if you’ve fallen asleep. But you’re watching another worn out city pass from your open window, your hair restless in the wind.

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. “eyes on me,” he growls, the words vibrating through you like a command etched in stone. “don't you dare look away while i fuck you.”

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 falters—he 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. “bad girl,” 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. “look at me. now.”

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. “that's better,” he breathes, but he doesn't speed up yet, drawing it out until you're squirming, wrists tugging against his hold. “keep them on me, and i'll give you what you need.”

finally, when your gaze steadies, unwavering, he rewards you. his hips snap forward, hard and deep, the force jolting your body up the bed. “that's it... good,” he praises, voice dropping to a satisfied rumble as he sets a punishing pace—thrusts 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 it—slowing again without mercy, that grind resuming, his breath hot on your neck. “bad girl,” he warns, nipping at your earlobe, hips rocking just enough to keep you on the edge, cock pulsing against your g-spot. “eyes. on. me.” you obey, snapping back to his face, and he grins, feral and approving, before driving in harder, faster. “good, just like that. take it all while you watch me ruin this pussy.”

you’ve always had a soft spot for denji, the way he devours life with that unfiltered hunger—food, fights, affection, all of it. but lately, something’s shifted. ever since he started eating properly, not just scraping by on whatever junk he could grab between devil hunts, his body’s filling out in ways that make your breath catch.

he’s 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. it’s like watching him bloom, and god, it turns you on more than you expected.

you’re 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. “man, these are killer,” he mumbles around a bite, eyes half-lidded in pure satisfaction.

he’s shirtless today, too hot for layers, and you can’t 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. “denji,” you say softly, voice laced with that affectionate warmth you know he craves. “you look… different lately. bigger. stronger.”

he pauses mid-bite, fork hovering, a smear of syrup on his lip. his eyes flick up to yours, golden-brown and curious, but there’s a hint of confusion. “huh? what d’ya mean?” he swallows, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and you watch the corded muscles in his forearm ripple. he’s oblivious, just shoveling in another pancake like it’s the best thing since sliced bread—because 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. it’s firm, unyielding, and you squeeze lightly, feeling the power coiled there. “this. all of you. ever since you’ve been eating like this, real meals, you’ve bulked up. your arms, your chest… it’s sexy.” your voice drops, husky with the truth of it, fingers trailing up to his shoulder, then down to brush his collarbone.

denji’s face flushes instantly, a deep pink creeping from his neck to his ears. he’s not used to compliments like this, not the ones that make his cock twitch in his pants. “s-sexy? me?” he laughs it off, but it’s 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. “i didn’t even notice, y’know? i just… love eatin’. feels good to have a full stomach for once. didn’t think it’d change shit like that.”

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. “oh, it’s changed everything,” you murmur, grinding down just enough to feel his hardening cock press against your pussy through the thin fabric. he’s thick already, the outline clear as you rock slowly. “look at you all powerful. makes me want to climb you every time i see you lift something heavy or just… exist like this.”

his flush deepens, breath hitching as you lean in, lips brushing his ear. denji’s always been straightforward, no games, and now he’s putty under your words, his grip tightening on your ass, pulling you closer. “shit, you’re gonna make me hard just talkin’ like that,” he groans, voice rough with that boyish edge that contrasts his building bulk. but there’s no hiding it—his 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.

“denji,” you whisper against his lips, nipping the flushed skin of his jaw. “you’re so fucking hot like this. strong enough to pin me down, fuck me senseless.” the words spill out, affectionate heat fueling the dirty edge, and he whimpers—actually whimpers—his face burning as he thrusts up harder.

“y-yeah? you like it?” he’s 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.

“love it,” you affirm, grinding faster, the seam of your shorts rubbing your clit in delicious sparks. “eat all you want, get even bigger for me. i’ll ride every inch of you.”

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 down—thicker 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. “gonna fuck you now,” he says, voice low and flushed with need, but there’s that affectionate gleam in his eyes, like he’s doing this to please you most of all. “wanna feel how tight you are around me.”

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 moan—yours high and needy, his a guttural rumble that vibrates through his chest. he’s stronger now, hips snapping with controlled power, each plunge hitting that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.

“denji—fuck, yes,” 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 it’s mixed with raw lust.

“shit, you’re squeezin’ me so good,” 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,” he urges, affectionate even in the heat, leaning down to capture your lips. “wanna feel you milk my dick.”

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.

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 you—he'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 messy—your 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 cock—it'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.

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 much—just 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 fights—relentless, 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 leaving—or 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. "okay…" it's not unusual to stay, but the way he holds you feels different—possessive, 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 were…" 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."