#cunalingus

HAHA bet you fuckers didn't expect me to write for NARUTO either huh??? Well, the villains are fucking fine so ill be writing for them. expect some Orochimaru smut sooner or later

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!

WARNINGS: smut, fingering, cunnilingus, breeding...kinda?, miss you seggs, cum(obviously), sort of orgasm denial.

Fall graces the fields as the leaves begin to brown and a breeze fills the open air. Autumn was always one of your more favored seasons considering most of your favorite flavors and foods became available to purchase. You’d always been one for cooking and baking, especially when he was bound to come home at any time. Your ‘sweetheart’ made a habit of up and leaving more often than not and never telling you when he’d be back or where he was going.  

Despite it pissing you off to no end you and him both know you’ll be here cooped up with whatever seasons apparel and a home-cooked meal. Haku, also often disappeared with him and he was all too grateful when you had new scarves or gloves made for the possible harsh weather they could face where they went. Zabuza had forbidden you from hounding them on their escapades, too dangerous he says. 

So here you stay, rolling out the dough for personal apple pies and stirring a three-person serving pot of butternut squash soup(courtesy of the lady at the market who had far too many squashes and gourds to keep on her own). The cinnamon butterscotch candle you’d made burns bright and fills the space, mixing with the smell of the meal you’ve prepared. You were the crafty, homely type, your decorative pillows and knit blankets adorning your shared hut. You did plenty to give the home more or less a ‘woman’ touch. 

However, being a wonderful home caregiver didn’t mean you were humble and mousy. You, for lack of a better word, were still pissed. So much so that when Zabuza and Haku wandered into the home after 3 months, you only greeted the boy and stared the short-haired male down. 

“Why don’t you go wash up Haku? I’ll fix you something to eat after.” You offer and he nods, your eyes following him to see that he was out of hearing range as well as sight. 

Your hand raised quickly, rolling pin equipped to hit Zabuza over the head but he’s far more trained and quick on his feet than you’ll ever be. He’s got your wrist in his hand now, brows furrowed at your attempt to clobber him with your cooking utensil. 

“You bastard! Let me go!” You fuss, pulling your hand away, eyes nothing short of livid when you gaze at him. 

“Why try and hit me when you know I’ll just dodge you?” He questions, eyes tired but also slightly irritated. Of course, he’s less than thrilled to deal with your antics after a 3-month long mission.

“Is that any way to greet your lover after a long trip?” He questions as you snatch your arm away, nose upturned as you move to put the pies in the oven. 

“No lover of mine ups and leave for months on end multiple times a year! You must think I’m a fool!” You scoff, squeezing your oven mitts angrily. 

He only groans, coming behind you to hold you close. He’s far larger than you remember, his arms giving you a shield of sorts while he manages to hunch over enough to rest his head on top of your own. 

“Listen, woman, I came back and so did Haku. Are you going to whine and be bitter or be happy we’re back and somewhat well?” He questions, now placing kisses over your face. 

You can’t help but melt into him. He knows your body better than anything else. He knows you love his lips on your skin despite him having his face wrapped 9 times out of 10. He knows you love the way he towers over you, holding you close to his body, trying to meld together for maximum closeness. He knows your legs tremble and knees buckle when he touches righttttt here-

You whine, almost instantaneously falling forward, knees weak at the way his hands snake from your hips to under your robe, the fabric falling down your shoulders, collarbone now exposed. 

“For someone to be upset your body seems to miss me more than you think.” He comments, turning you around to get a good look at your face. 

Damn. He hadn’t seen you in so long, but he could never forget how beautiful you were. His girl, falling to her knees over his touch. For him. All for him. 

“Beautiful.” He hums, taking your face in his hand, and connecting your lips. 

He knows you’re busy with your cooking so he leaves you with that. Your wide eyes and practically ready to spread, he disappeared down the hall. You manage to recuperate, taking your pies out of the oven and turning the stove off to leave your soup to cool. Your next task was to get into that man's pants after he just left you hanging like that. 

“Zabuza! Damn you!” You call, turning down every hallway of the hut you lived in to find him. He was damn good at hiding and leaving. That mf.

You sigh, giving up on your search knowing he would show himself eventually. Who did he think he was!? Rilling you up like that then leaving without a word! You shuffle back to the kitchen, seeing a very content Haku waiting patiently at the table for a serving of your freshly cooked meal. 

“How was your trip?” You hum, fixing the boy a bowl with a smile. He bows his head before he begins to eat. 

“It was okay. Learned some new things.” He explains softly, taking his time eating the meal you cooked. Haku was always so thankful when you took the time to cook. Of course, you were all too happy too but still, seeing the joyed expression on his often stoic face was heartwarming.

Zabuza had finally made his way back to you, his distance well kept considering Haku was still in the area and eating. You only place a bowl down, a silent signal for him to eat, he had a habit of not doing that. Once Haku was finished you wish him goodnight after he places his dishes into the sink. 

It's only a matter of time before Zabuza is back on you again, lips melting together as he lifts you and sits you down on the countertop, your legs spread enough to wrap around his waist. You can't help but gasp at the sensation of his body so close to yours. It's obvious he missed you, his movements are erratic as he unties the strings of your robe, pulling the fabric down to reveal your plush skin. He's hungry for you to say the least. 

“Missed you.” He growls, burring his face in your neck, grip on you tight. He's already gone to work with marking your skin with bruises and bites of all sizes, sucking harder in some spots than others. 

“P-Please, need you-” You whine, pulling him in by the waist with your legs. He groans in response. 

You know he’ll give you what you need but you can’t bear to be teased any longer. Your poor body could only take so much. You needed him inside you and fast. 

“No more teasing.” Your voice is serious and he only grins wickedly at your eagerness. 

He soon drops to his knees, gazes never leaving yours as he pulls your underwear off. You thought he'd discard them somewhere to the side but instead, he shoves them into your mouth, his index finger raised to his lips. 

“Shhhhhh, stay quiet for me.” He challenges, seeing the panic in your eyes. 

He knows he's going to make you scream but you pray that these panties would find a way to keep you from practically breaking the sound barrier. He’s definitely staying longer this time, especially when he’s left his girl on her lonesome for so long. He's cruel, but never to you……well at least he tries not to be.

Your eyes roll back when he licks you, tongue warm on your clit. It’s no surprise your legs instinctively squeeze together but Zabuza easily pries them apart again. His hands are rough, caressing the plush of your thighs and closer to your pussy. He’s amused to say the least, knuckles brushing over your wetness as he chuckles at your shiver. 

“Looks like I need to prep you hm? Let’s see if you can cum on my fingers first.” He suggest, taking his time pushing his middle finger into you, then pulling it out to watch you drip onto the counter. 

You whine at the sensation, then again in impatients when he pulled it out. Your desperate and he knows it. Zabuza had a way of making the wait feel worth it. So when he not only pushed two fingers into you but attached his mouth to your clit, you were sure you saw stars. Hips bucking against him, he continues his antics, the parties in your mouth definitely doing their job. 

“Feels good huh sweetheart? You gonna cum from my fingers? Can you do that for me?” He coaches, a mix of your own slick and his saliva dripping down his chin. He was always a messy eater when it came to you. 

You nod, legs whining to tremble when his fingers curl upwards, his pace unchanging as he gets you to your high. 

“Please please please please, please! Gonna Cum! Right there!” You beg, voice muffled from the gag. 

He knows what you’re saying though, and with one last suck on your clit your pussy clenches around him, orgasm falling over you with ease. His face is stuck between your thighs when you squeeze them shut and he only chuckles in response, continuing to lick up your release. 

“That's my girl, now let's work one more out of you.” He hums, kissing you roughly enough for you to taste yourself on his tongue. 

He wastes no time pulling you closer , his dick is already aligned with you. He's eager but still looks at your for reassurance. 

“May I?” He asks, as less of a question and more of a confirmation. 

You nod and when you do he pushed into you, stretching you wide enough to make you wince but filling you full enough to make your breath catch in your throat. His head lolls back as he tries to adjust o having you squeeze so tight around him. He's intoxicated. 

“Fuck, how are you such a perfect fit.” He groans, resting his head between your neck and shoulder. 

Finding a rhythm, your hips snap to meet one another halfway, your grasps and whimpers now more susceptible to being heard since your ‘gag’ slipped out your mouth upon your first orgasm. He's gripping you now, hips and thighs sure to bruise from how he has you help close. He’s more intimate than he lets on, one hand at your waist while the other is intertwined with your own. This wasn't just an apology for leaving..no this was more than that. This was how much he misses you after every single mission he finds himself on. This is for every time he's up and left you, wanting nothing more than to stay. This is to show you how much he loves you, just by being as close add your bodies would allow.

You can feel your body squeezing, your orgasm building up far quicker than you’d hav thought. He notices, slowing his pace down. He wanted to savor this, have you for as long as he possibly can. 

“F-Fuck, no please!” You whine, gripping his forearms as he grins. 

“No, let's take our time. I want a make this last.” He explains, kissing you again. 

The hand that was once at your hips moved to trace feather-light circles around your clit. You can't help but moan, but his lips swallow up the sound. 

“Please, please let me cum.” You beg, legs already shaking and Zabuza can't help but give in to your pleas. 

F-Fuck.” He groans, practically kissing your cervix.

Before you knew it, your second orgasm crashes over you and your legs move to pull him impossibly closer. He's got a grip on your hips, indents from his nails mark your plush skin. He's breathing heavily into the crook of your neck, semi-panic sinking in when he realizes that he never pulled out and his cum was beginning to drip out of you onto the countertop.

Of course, he wasn't going to let you sit in a mess so he's quick to find a paper towel and wipes you up, legs twitching at the feeling of the rough paper grazing you. 

“You didn't pull out.” You hum, letting him raise you from off the counter and back onto the floor with wobbly legs. 

“I know…will you be okay or do you need to see someone.” He hums, hoping it's the latter. 

“No, no, I think we’re ready. Besides when youre away I'll have a mini-me of yourself and me to remind me how much I love you both.” You explain, fingers crossed he wanted the same. 

Behind Closed Doors

ambiguous character x black!reader

Content Warnings: Intimidation, Non-con, Forced Orgasm(s), Dumbification, Oral Sex (m. and fem. receiving), Slapping, Unprotected Sex, and Underage Sex. Mentions of bullying

i fucked around with this one

minors read this shit

(A/N: Please don't romanticize this. This is only for funsies and none of this is real.) 

(A/N: 🐺🐺 = smut part.)

First Person POV:

Fear.

Fear is something I've always felt. It’s something that I am at this point ever since he came to my school.

It was the start of 7th grade when he came to my school, at first he didn't notice me and hung around the 'popular' kids. A lot of the girls in my class had a crush and at one point I did too but my crush on him quickly disappeared when I saw him slap one of my classmates in the hallway at lunch. He saw me in that hallway and he has been tormenting me since then.

At first, it was nothing I couldn't deal with like purposely bumping into me, stealing my pencils, and shutting my Chromebook. But then it escalated in 8th grade, he started to trip me on the concrete in front of the school, talk about me to his friends, and pull on my hair. In 9th grade it got worse, he'd talk to my friends and got them to leave me alone, he'd spread rumors about me, and he somehow found my social media and began cyber bullying me.

It’s now 11th grade and he has bullied me for the past five years. My depression and anxiety have become a permanent part of me. I've since deactivated my socials, I've also begun binge eating to deal with my depression, and started to wear oversized clothing to cover myself so no one can comment about my weight but they still do.

When I woke up this morning it was a normal day for me, I got up, took a shower, did my skincare routine, did my hair, and got dressed for school. Looking at my form in the mirror I was pleased despite his words I still thought of myself as beautiful. The long flowy black skirt looked great on me with the black long-sleeved shirt I wore under my oversized white and gray band tee. Slipping on my black platforms, I grabbed my backpack and went out the door.

As soon as I walked into the school I heard whispers, they never really bothered me but I just wished they talked about something else other than me. Slipping on my earphones I blasted music to block them out. Avoiding HIM was something that I was good at; taking the stairs on the far ends of the school, being the first out of class and the last one in, walking faster than half of the track team, and delving myself into the background.

For the most part, it worked, I found comfort in the fact that he wasn't around me and degrading me on every little thing that shouldn't matter to him. But today I couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was going to happen. The back of my head tingles throughout the day and somehow I could never shake the feeling.

At lunch I went to the bathroom on the far end of the school, usually, nobody went there. It was my safe space. Sitting in the handicap stall I was eating the lunch I prepared when I heard someone come into the restroom. They went in and out of a stall then I heard someone else come in, and soon I heard what I think was crying then mumbles as a stall door opened. I stayed quiet and still, till I heard what was two people having sex. Slowly getting up and grabbing my stuff I walked as quietly as I can out of that restroom.

Finally, inside the hallway, I took a deep breath, "Them niggas are nasty, in a restroom, especially at a school one” I thought in disgust as I shook my head. Walking up the hallway I was sad that my hiding spot was compromised because some two McNasties wanted to have sex. Checking the time it was already time for 5th hour. " You know what, Ima just mind my business and go about my day," I said to myself and that’s what I did.

I went about my day, doing my usual routine of avoiding him. It worked and I haven't seen him at all today except when I'm in class. The school was finally over and I was almost out the front doors when I remembered I had a club after school, turning around I sped walked to the club room. Opening the door I walked in, the lights were off and nobody was there. Checking my school email just in case, the teacher said there was no club today. Groaning I turned around again and fought the air in frustration, shuffling towards the door I opened but was pushed back inside.

Stumbling back into a table I looked at who pushed me, it was him. My eyes widen as I saw him shut the door and lock it, I snapped my head away from him and looked at the floor, I was frozen in fear as many thoughts went through my head like what does he want with me, I didn't do anything to provoke him I think, or what did I do? Hearing his footsteps coming towards me I saw his bright white Air Force 1s in my peripheral vision. I felt his breath on my left ear, immediately squeezing my eyes shut to try and block him out.

"You think you can avoid me, huh?" He whispered into my ear, still frozen in fear I couldn't move.

"Answer. Me." He harshly whispered again. Shaking my head no, the sound of my hair beads clacking together filled my ears.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" He said normally but this time it was filled with more venom than the last other times and slightly deeper. Stumbling over my words I couldn't make a coherent sentence.

"Since you can't talk properly, I'll talk for you, I think you're avoiding me because you have a crush on me." I could hear the smile on him when he said that. My eyes widened even more as I turned to look at him.

“No I don't, who said that?" I stuttered out nervously laughing at the end. Finally noticing how close we were, I took a step back bumping into a chair, I looked down at my leg looking right back up as I heard his laugh. Slowly moving around the table putting some distance between us.

"Me, I think you do, you let me do whatever I want to you and you never say a thing about. Like a doll." He said leaning over the table.

"Well I don't, so please leave me alone," I told him, putting a little base in my voice, my eyes flickering between him and the door. Noticing my eye movements he jumped over the table as I ran across the room around the other tables. As I got close to the door I felt his hands grab the side of my head and slam me into the hard wall. Feeling dazed as my ears rang, he pulled my hair making me look up at him.

🐺🐺"If you stayed right where you were this would've been better for you, I would've been nicer but now I don't want to." He said, shaking my head and then letting it go. Still looking up at him I just sat there in utter terror as I watched him unbuckle his belt and open his pants. The tears that filled my eyes were now falling down my face. Even though I didn't want to touch him ever, I knew that if I didn't comply he would get violent and I wouldn't be able to win that fight.

Squeezing my eyes close, I heard the rustling of clothes and soon felt his hand pull on my braids hard. "Open your fucking eyes." He said while tugging on my braids again. As a quiet sob racked through my body, I couldn't bring myself to do what he said.

"Open.Them." He commanded pulling my braids again but this time he got a small squeak from me. Trembling I opened my eyes, my sight blurred by my tears but still, I saw him holding his dick in my face, and by just looking at I sobbed harder. Looking up at his face I could see him smile then bite his lip as he nudged my lips with his tip like he was saying 'open up’.

Taking a deep breath shakily I opened my mouth slowly as I did he thrust hard into my mouth. My eyes widen I gripped his thighs to push him back but he instead placed his hands on the sides of my head and proceeds to fuck himself into my mouth. With every thrust I could feel him touching the back of my throat I was disgusted by him.

Moans filled the air as he fucked my mouth for what it felt like forever, "Fucking hell," he grumbled as I felt his dick throb. Pulling his dick back slightly he thrust himself deeply making me gag as I slapped his thighs so I could breathe. Looking up I saw him hunched over with his eyes closed tight and that’s when he finally came. Ropes of his cum filled my mouth, even more, he opened his eyes and we made contact. He chuckled at that.

Softly slapping my face he pulled out of me shuffling back, "That felt good, I might have to do that with you some more, how about that huh?" He said, smiling down at me.

"Are you done, can I leave?" My voice rasped taking in deep breaths as my tears dried up.

Shaking his head no with furrowed eyebrows, "You thought we were done with this, I have a great opportunity to do what I've always wanted to do, plus I haven't even gotten started." Chuckling as he said that.

'I want to kill him, I want him to die but if I don't comply I can get seriously hurt. Even though I probably weigh more than him, he's stronger than me by a long shot and curse him for being in football. Just go along and this will be over soon.' I thought while clenching my fist, I felt his eyes on me as I stared straight into the wall.

"Stand up," he commanded again. My eyes snapped to him then to the ground, I leaned onto the wall pulling myself up from the floor, grabbing my arm he dragged me over to the table I bumped into earlier, pushing me to lie back on the table. Standing in between my legs he began to rub my sides, staring at the ceiling, my body trembling as he pulled my shirt up over my push-up bra. Leaning down he started to kiss his way up my pudgy stomach to my breast, grasping my tit in his hand he took it out of the bra and began sucking on it, harshly.

Gasping at his touch I gripped the sides of the table to solidify myself, using his hands he put them under my skirt grabbing the back of my thighs pushing them onto the table and scrunching my skirt up around my waist.

"Raise your hips," I did as he said as I squeezed my eyes shut to prepare myself for what to come next. He ripped my panties, making me swallow a small sob, I tried to hold in my tears.

Wet. That is what I felt. Snapping my eyes back open I sat up and looked down to see him sitting down in a chair with his hands holding my thighs open.

"What are you doing?" I stuttered out.

Raising an eyebrow he said "I'm prepping you, you thought I was gonna go in all ruthless and shit? I'm mean but not that mean baby. Now lie down and enjoy."

"Wait, wait, hold on-" my words turned into moans as he sucked on my clit, I hunched over grabbing his hair with one hand and leaning on the other one. My moans grew louder as he licked the inside of my cunt. Moving one of his hands over my soft stomach to my breast he grasped my tit, rolling my nipple in between his finger pulling on it when he felt like it.

Still tongue fucking I felt his thumb rub 8's on my clit making my back arch and moan even louder. Feeling pleasure like this course through my body was very very good but I remembered it was him doing this too, so I tried to stifle my sounds. My breath grew heavy as I felt an orgasm coming.

Trying to hold in my orgasm I began to let out small no's. I guess by hearing my words he started to go faster with his movements adding even more pressure to the coil that was turning inside of me. My efforts to hold in my orgasm were all for nothing. Feeling a wave of pleasure wash over me, I came harshly letting out a semi-quiet squeal as I did.

Coming down from my orgasm I thought that was all and he was going to take me but I was wrong, so so wrong. He didn't stop even after I started to hit his head. I tried to pull him away from in between but he never budged. Continuing even after my 2nd orgasm, I was overstimulated and sensitive as tears filled my eyes once again because of that.

After the 3rd one he finally pulled away from in between my legs, standing up he looked at my heaving form and smiled.

"You taste so good baby, I wonder what you feel like on the inside, hmm?" He said while the hand that was rubbing my clit was now circling my hole slowly and his other hand moved from my tit to the table so he could lean on it. Leaning down even more he began kissing and sucking on my neck leaving hickeys in his wake.

Sinking his finger into me, it hurt less than I thought it would. As my cunt adjusted to his finger it was long and rough. Moving in and out slowly going fast, he lifted his head from my neck and peered into my eyes, his face emotionless. It was unsettling, to say the least. My moans grow loud with curse words slipping out every once in a while.

Adding another in me, he started to spread his fingers while keeping the same pace, making me hiss from the burn. Suddenly he stopped and began to do slow strokes, curling his finger while doing so, hitting a spot that made my hips buck and also made my eyes roll back as I let out a very loud moan. My overstimulated body couldn't handle and I came holding his wrist to try and stop but he instead rubbed my clit then slapped as I squirted.

Sobering up I saw him sitting back in the chair stroking himself with one hand watching my puffy cunt. " Ima fuck you now." He said gruffly, now on his feet, he pulled me to the end of the table and sat me up. My eyes widened once again at his words, my body quivering. I took a breath and leaned my head on his shoulder, clutching onto his grey jacket. Even though I was sobbing on the inside, it had to happen so I leave as fast as I could.

"You'll be fine, I got you. It will feel good baby." He whispered, grabbing my ankle and putting it on his shoulder, the position made my hip burn. Widening his stance he pulled me closer to him. One handheld the back of my neck and the other held his dick that was in between my pussy lips rubbing it up and down.

I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he slipped inside of me. I thought there was going to be more pain but I guess him playing with my pussy helped him. The more he went in the fuller I felt and when he was fully in I could feel my pussy struggling to take him, I felt so full. Breathing harder my eyes blurred and I couldn't clench around him.

" Fuck you're so tight baby, it seems like you can't take dick either." He groaned out, chuckling after. Grabbing my other ankle he put it on his other shoulder, now with my ankles on each shoulder. He picked me up by my ass pulling me against him. Scared of being dropped I wrapped my arms around his neck on instinct and I squeaked because I could feel his tip pressing flush against my cervix making my eyes cross.

"There we go, right -fuck- you feel so good, I'ma start movin' right now." He cooed, his voice strained. Not wanting to say a word to him I just dug my head into his shoulder wanting this to be done. Lifting me, our breaths hitched together, dropping me back down, a sigh left my mouth and a moan left him. He did the same thing as me and put his head on my shoulder.

Repeating his movements, his moans grew louder and my sighs turned into moans. His tip hitting my cervix with every drop, I couldn't comprehend what was going on, his words sounding muffled as I focused on the pleasure and nothing else. One particular drop made my back arch and a high-pitched whine came out of me.

Stopping he whispered in my ear, "So that’s where your soft spot is." Restarting, he moved faster this time and began thrusting harder as well, making my head trickle into a lust-filled haze.

The sound of squelching and skin slapping filled the air mixing in with our moans. It would've been a beautiful sound if it wasn't with him. His grip would surely leave bruises I thought as I leaned my head back with tears streaming down my face. Heat covered my entire body.

“I’ma cum -shit-.” I stammered out. Pulling out right before I can, he stumbled to a table against the wall. He set my feet down on the ground and turned me around, bending me over he put his hand on my back to keep me in place. Sliding his dick back into me making me whimper out, he took his hand off my back and grabbed my arms with both hands. Starting with a deep thrust he began to pound himself into me. I was gasping for air because of his thrust and I couldn't take anymore and came for the nth time with a low groan. The sound of skin slapping together became louder.

Stars spotted my vision as I came down from my high. The edge of the table digging into my stomach was the only I felt beside him, there were no more tears for me to cry as my mind became a mess of jumbled words just like my mouth. The only words that came out of were too much as I kept coming and he didn't not once. He hadn't said a word, only making noises. It felt I was with an animal instead of a man. Neither was better than the other.

As my knees buckled he wrapped an arm around my waist and shoulder leaving mine to fall to my sides. His thrust started to get sloppier than they had been. Slowing down he took a step back, pulling me down with him as he fell to his knees. Hunching himself over me, he repeated his pace from before.

" 'I'm gonna come baby." He said breathily, nuzzling his head into my neck as he clumsily moved down my body to rub my clit. Feeling another one coming I began to sob as I knew I couldn't take anymore. Stuttered no's leaving my drool-covered lips, slowing down he took one more thrust and pulled out coming on my ass. A low groan left him as he did and I came with what I had left. Sleepiness covered my entire being, I tried to stay awake but I wasn't strong enough and I passed out.

Opening my eyes I couldn't see much as my eyes adjusted to the dark, becoming more aware of my surroundings I realized I was in my room and I was in different clothing too. Sitting up I reached for my lamp and turned it out, looking around my room nothing was out of place. It was dark outside and I was in the nightgown I wore last night with my bonnet on my head. Reaching for my phone on the nightstand and the time said 3:13.

"It was a nightmare. Thank god." I said out loud. Grabbing a half drank water I chugged the rest of it before falling back to sleep. Not noticing the grey jacket that was on the end of my bed or the figure that sat in my chair in the corner.

a/n: first of all, thank you so much. i don really have a server or anything, but if you shoot me a PM, ill provide my discord. also omg it makes me so concerned that bully!shigaraki is relatable to your life...so sorry bae T.T but as a person whose also had problematic crushes on , very mean highschool boys-i feel you. I lowk miss bully!shiggy so here's a little something. man i kept this in my inbox FOR SO LONG. I'm so sorry. i read this the day it came out </3

pairing: bully!shigaraki x fem!reader

Warnings: tw bullying, noncon dubcon, abusive behavior, spanking, smut

People knew Shigaraki for his icy eyes and stoic persona. . They didn’t know about his obsessive frantic nature like you did. Sometimes you think you know him more than his friends. That you know him more than anyone else in the world. So strange to think how an intimate relationship between tormentor and victim could be.

But mostly, you think you don’t know him at all.

Summary: It turns out that you and Otto work better than you could have ever imagined.

TW/CW!!

Sm*t, graphic depictions of violence, murder

This gif has nothing to do with it I found it while looking for synergy gifs and I thought it was funny because Florida.

You woke up screaming, you drew a knife and jumped out of your bed… Wait, your bed? How the hell did you get there? You looked around, your hands trembling.

“Hey,” Gwen said, you swung around, your eyes wild. You tried to get something out, but you just dropped the knife and collapsed on the bed, you were exhausted, you had no more energy. Gwen sighed as she put the knife back into your knife drawer. She decided it was probably safer to just put all your weapons away, she ended up removing several single-shot pistols, two handguns, a grenade, throwing stars, a few more knives, and a luna bar… How the hell did she carry all of that? Gwen shook her head and opened her laptop to look up how to fix a broken nose as well as concussion symptoms… You both had shit health insurance so the internet became your healthcare provider because America. 

You woke up, this time not screaming, but your body was screaming out in pain… You knew that made no sense, but you were so fucked up you couldn’t think straight.

“Heh… just like I’m not straight.” you giggled, Gwen rubbed her forehead.

“Ok, obviously you got hit in the head pretty hard… and your nose.”

You touched your nose and cried out in pain.

“Don’t touch it you dumbass! Ok, we need to get you to the ER to fix that but first, we need to wash all that blood off.” Gwen looked at your body, which still had the white dragom gangs dried blood on you.

“Gwen, Gwen, look at me, look at me.” You slurred, Gwen looked up at you.

“...hi.” 

“Ok, get into the tub.” Gwen helped you get up, you booped your nose again and you winced, everything hurt.

“Stop touching your nose!” Gwen snapped.

“I’m tryinggggg.” You sat on the toilet as Gwen turned on the bathtub, she helped clean you, you were babbling incoherently about Star Wars and WWE lore.

“And then Otis joined Alpha Acadamy but they’re not nice to him-”

“I know Hana, I watched it with you.” “I know I’m just like sorting it all out… Do you think I will be a heel or a face?” 

“...I always liked the heels, they’re much more fun, but I think I would want to see you turn into a face at some point.”

“Yaassss a redemption storyyyy!” you cried out in pain and Gwen worked faster, she dried you off and put you in a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants with some crocs, she put your hair in a messy bun and gave a nod of approval.

“Ok, let’s go, I called an uber.” Gwen grabbed her bag and led you outside, everything hurt. 

“I can’t believe I have to go to the ER… I’ve survived worse!” you complained as you got into the car.

“Hana, I want to make sure you’re ok… Eli was really shaken up when he dropped you off.”

“Wait, Eli dropped me off? Did he… did he tell you what happened?”

“Yes, he did. If Otto wasn’t there-”

“Wait, when did Otto show up?” “After you got knocked out… I think we need to get out of here before it’s too late, Hiro would never have-” “Well, Hiro’s not here, ok? And I’m a big girl, I can make my own choices… And you and I both know that it’s already too late for me… So I might as well just finish what I started.”

“...I hate that you have a good point… Even though I hate it.”

“I hate it too Gwen, but I’m getting somewhere, I know now that Hiro was working with Mr. Negative… or that Mr. Negative is involved somehow.” Gwen perked up at that “You do?”

“Yes, can you try and get anything off of that?” You asked hopefully.

“Probably…” 

The ER was surprisingly quick and easy… The bill wasn’t however.

“...I can probably do a few assassinations for other clients, that would get us back on track.” you offered, it had been a week since the accident, Eli promised that he would cover your shifts, you didn’t deserve a friend like him. You were finally feeling better and you were planning on going back tomorrow, you hated sitting still, you felt useless.

“No, no I can do double shifts at the diner-”

“Gwen, this is my fault, I can deal with it, you’ve already done so much.” You said firmly.

“You’re so stubborn,” Gwen muttered.

“Yep… We have three more weeks until Mr. Negative comes back, that should be plenty of time to prepare,” you muttered to yourself.

“You’re not dead!!!” Eli pulled you into a hug, you laughed and hugged him back.

“I’m not easy to kill, thank you for taking me home and covering my shifts.” You said.

“It was nothing, Aarons been helping as well,” he gestured to Aaron, who was cleaning his guns, and he gave a small wave.

“Thanks, Aaron!” you called out.

“No problem! Glad to see that you’re ok!” He yelled back.

“Isn’t he the sweetest?” Eli swooned, you smiled as you went to the bulletin board, you weren’t booked for any Kingpin missions, so you were hoping to do some jobs for extra cash, you snatched up several assassination requests and checked out the laundry van and an outfit, Tombstone gave you a nod and you left to carry out the missions, you made 50k… That made things a bit better, you went to the bank to cash it all in, it was owned by Fisk, so you were able to deposit large amounts of money in, and he would launder it through. As you waited in line you heard screaming outside, you turned around and ducked just in time to get out of the way of a car which crashed through the glass, the man behind you wasn’t so lucky, however, you felt bile in the back of your throat. The people you killed had it coming… You made sure of that, but seeing seemingly innocent people die… That made you sick to your stomach.

“Not again…” you heard the bank teller grumble as she got down, you stayed on the ground but were ready to spring up in case another car came hurtling towards you. And then you saw none other than Doc Ock crash through the bank, you saw a flash of red and blue and Spiderman followed close behind, you watched the two fight, although they were causing a shit ton of property damage… They were mesmerizing to watch. Otto spotted you and stopped, one of the actuators wrapped itself around Spiderman, disabling him for a moment.

“Hana?” He asked.

“Hey, Doctor! Just… you know, cashing my check-in.” You told him, you decided to try and be nicer to him, he did save your life, after all, it was the least you could do… although you didn’t like being indebted to him.

“I’m glad to see that you’re doing alright.” 

“Yes, I’m happy about that too… Thank you for saving me.”

“It was no problem at all, I found more footage, I was hoping we could meet up tonight and exchange favors?” he asked. 

You turned red and nodded, Otto smiled. 

“Awwww! Doc you never told me you had a girlfriend!” Spiderman teased.

“I’m not his girlfriend,” you said.

“Sorry, sorry my bad… But he’s helping you?” “Yeah.”

“Awww Doc has a sweet spot!” Spiderman swooned, and you laughed.

“Shut it,” Otto growled, tightening his grip.

“We’ll move this somewhere else so you can go about your day,” Spiderman said as he burst free from Otto's grip, he swung away and Otto shouted after him as he chased the superhero.

“Are you making a deposit or withdrawal?” The teller asked as if this were a common occurrence… It probably was if you thought about it. 

“Umm yes… A deposit is someone going to…” you gestured to the man.

“Yes, someone will take care of him.” she took the money.

“How often does that happen?” you asked.

“To the point where it’s easier to detach yourself from the situation instead of going insane with guilt.” The woman said.

“Oh…”

“I recommend wiring this money next time, much more efficient… and safer.” 

“I’ll do that, thank you.” You hurried out of the building and headed back, it was getting dark out, time flies when you’re assassinating random people and trying to not get hit by flying cars. 

“She seems nice, I’m happy for you Doc.” Spiderman quipped as he punched Otto in the face. “Can you please let me kill you?!” He roared, lunging for him.

“You know… There’s a soft spot in there, I just know it.” the superhero swore.

“You know-”

“...Your girlfriend’s in trouble, in an alley off Park ave, that way.” Spiderman pointed in the direction, Otto stopped fighting for a moment and looked at him quizzingly. 

“Why are you telling me this?” He asked.

“So you DO admit she’s your girlfriend!” Spiderman clapped his hands triumphantly, Otto scoffed as he threw the superhero into a building. “We’ll finish this later.” he snapped.

“Good luck Doc!” he heard his nemesis call out… He hated that kid so much.

No, we can kill him now! 

No, no it needs to be perfect.

I savor the taste of his blood against my metal-

“Jesus, I have problems…” Otto muttered as he went to help you.

You took a shortcut through an alley, a creeping sensation crept up your back… You were being followed, you turned around to see fifteen fucking men following you, you stopped and glared at them, you spotted the familiar dragon tattoos on your neck and you cursed. You heard metal clanking and smiled as Otto dropped down next to you.

“Haven’t we killed ten of these…hooligans?” Otto groaned.

“I killed eleven of them.” You corrected him, you found his vocabulary charming, if not a bit dated… but at the same time, you remembered plenty of college friends who spoke like that as well.

“When was that?” he asked.

“I got the men from the security tapes all boozed up, lured them in, and killed them,” you answered, drawing two long knives, ugh your family sword would be so cool right now… But it was back home, and ceremonial… You lost your last one, you had to get another… Your thoughts were cut off by a gunshot, one of Otto's actuators blocked it and he smiled.

“Shall we?” You grinned “We shall, launch me.” 

Otto let out a chuckle as one of the actuators swung you towards them, your knives sliced through four necks, they collapsed to the floor, you had plunged your knives in two others before they even had time to react, you drew two more knives as you twirled, one man tripped you and aimed his gun at your head, but one of ottos actuators grabbed him and hung him upside down, you slit his throat, Otto's other actuators had grabbed three other men, Otto threw them up in the air, you drew your pistol and shot them all, like shooting ducks… No, no you couldn’t think like that… then you remembered your brother's phone call, that laugh that haunted your dreams, you yelled as you turned around to shoot another man, who was running at you, you got him in the temple, a man stabbed you in the arm and you cried out in pain, you shot him through the heart and he collapsed, Otto held the remaining three in place for you, you grit your teeth, fighting back the pain, and you killed them all. You and Otto stared at the massacre… And then you laughed, you took off your jacket and wrapped it around your wound, you hissed in pain. The knife was still stuck in your arm, it hurt like hell, Otto's triumphant expression fell when he saw the injury.

“Hana…” he started.

“Oh no, no I’m fine… Did you just see what we did to those guys?” you gave a breathy laugh, you were feeling faint.

“Do you need help?” Otto asked, grabbing your non-injured arm for stability.

“I need to get back to The Underground, we have an ex-military doctor who deals with these things.” “Ok… can you walk?” “Of course, I can walk.” you started to walk into a wall, but Otto steered you towards the right direction, the two of you walked back, leaving the bloodbath behind you… Something was wrong with you… You needed therapy, but to pay for therapy you had to have money, and to get enough money you had to do the jobs that made you need therapy-

“We worked quite well together.” Otto interrupted your thoughts, you looked at him, you had always seen him under dim lighting, and although it was golden hour, you had to admit that he was quite handsome. 

“Yeah, yeah we did… It was amazing actually, like we’re both such strong fighters but I felt even stronger-”

“When I fought with you.” Otto finished, you looked at him and smiled.

“Yeah… Like that.” you wanted to talk more, but you were too lightheaded to focus on anything else besides walking. Otto held your hand as Dr. Smith took care of the stab wound, you were grateful to have him with you.

“Come back when your scar is healed so I can add it to the board… and your page.” Dr. Smith handed you some painkillers and gave you a warm smile, it was hard to believe that he fought in Vietnam. 

“I’m sorry, the board?” Otto asked, raising an eyebrow.

You gestured to the huge bulletin board, which was littered with polaroids of scars in every shape, size, and weapon. 

“It’s easier to joke about it.” You explained

“And you’re already on your third page in the scrapbook.” Dr. Smith added.

“I’m assuming that this scrapbook has photos of everyone's scars, but grouped together for each person?” Otto asked.

“Yep! Thanks again Dr. Smith.” You smiled as you left, Otto following close behind you. You swung by to look at your schedule for the night and turned red, you turned around to Otto.

“You have another lead for me? We-We’re scheduled.” 

“Yes, but I can just give it to you, you don’t need to-” “No, no I owe you enough already… Come on.” You led him to an escort room, you avoided the room that read Out of Commission. You led him into one of the rooms and put on the Do Not Disturb sign. 

“You just got stabbed Hana-” “I always get stabbed, what do you want?” you asked.

“I was hoping to…”

“Otto, just spit it out.” You said.

“Have sex, I was hoping to have sex.” Otto finally said, you smiled.

“One sec, you get ready.” you went into the bathroom to put the condom in, you caught yourself in the mirror, you were blushing furiously.

Pull yourself together! You can’t get attached, you’re here to get information, and you’re doing this so you don’t have to owe him anything. You glared at your reflection for good measure, Otto was sitting awkwardly on the bed… you smiled as you sat on his lap, facing him, you started to move your hips, Otto groaned at that motion, you already felt his hard-on… and you were already getting wet… You realized that you’ve wanted this again, you tilted Otto's chin up and pulled him into a kiss, you tasted the familiar tones of cigar smoke and whiskey… you wanted more, you felt Otto's tongue pry open your mouth and you moaned, he slowly took off your shirt and bra, you traced your fingers along his chest, you loved his “dad bod”, you realized that you always had. His rough fingers circled your tits and you drew back, gasping for air.

“Oh Otto…” you sighed, his touch felt amazing.

“What do you want my dear?” he growled.

“You… Take me Otto.” you moaned.

“Beg,” he ordered, that just made you even wetter, you looked into his eyes. “Please, fuck me, fuck me senseless,” you begged, Otto smiled and he pulled you in for another kiss, he rolled you over and took off your pants, his beard tickled you as his lips trailed down until his face was in between your legs… Not a lot of your clients had done that before, and a man had never done it… This was nice. It was amazing when his tongue met your clit, you arched your back and moaned, who was this man, and what did they do to the stammering Otto who couldn’t even ask you to fuck him minutes before? You couldn’t think about that as another wave of pleasure hit you, his tongue circled your throbbing clit, and you dug your fingers through his hair, his beard was making everything so much better, you had to stop enjoying this… but it felt so fucking good, you were about to climax until Otto drew away, smiling at you, you frowned.

“You taste amazing my dear.” 

“Then why the hell did you stop?” you asked.

“We’re not finished my dear… and you come when I tell you to come, do you understand?” he asked as he unbuckled his pants, you nodded. “That’s a good girl…” he growled, he lay down next to you, one of his actuators lifted you up, you let out a laugh, which turned into a gasp as it lowered you onto his hard rod, Otto let his head fall back, you started to move up and down, each motion sent a wave of pleasure over you, and you could tell that the same effect was happening on Otto. He grabbed your waist and led you through the motions, having you lean a bit more to the side, which made things so much better, he picked up the pace, and you moaned as he went in and out, in and out, and in and out again.

“Oh fuck…” you whimpered, you were getting close.

“Not yet my dear.” Otto groaned, you felt his cock twitch inside you, your thighs were starting to shake in anticipation.

“Please Otto…” you begged, Otto did one last big thrust, causing you to cry out in pleasure, he nodded and you let it all out, he did the same, you collapsed next to him, still shaking from the orgasm, you looked down and saw his cum leaking out of your pussy, you shuddered with ecstasy and got up to pee. You took the condom out and let out a whistle… there was a lot in there. You cleaned up a bit and then went back to Otto, who was still recovering on the bed, you snuggled up next to him, he wrapped his arms around you, you inhaled the scent of cigar smoke and whiskey, and smiled.

“That was…” you started.

“Incredible.” Otto finished, he kissed the nape of your neck and you sighed. 

“Can we just… stay here? I don’t want to leave this… I don’t want to leave you.” You confessed, he had grown on you, you didn’t know if it was just the mindblowing sex or genuine feelings… But you knew he cared about you, and you needed to feel safe, you hadn’t felt safe in a while, but with Otto, you finally felt safe. 

“Of course.” Otto pulled you in closer and you drifted off to sleep.

Your chances with her have increased to 70%. Flo informed Otto.

Congrats. Mo grumbled.

It seems like he should have a higher probability. Harry said.

No, she’s scared of the emotional attachment, she does not want to lose any more loved ones. Larry informed him.

“How do you know all of this?” Otto whispered to not wake you up, he was brushing his fingers through your hair gently. 

We do our research, Otto.

“...I don’t believe that I feel comfortable talking to you all about this,” Otto admitted.

Well, you can’t get rid of us.

We only want to help.

…she can help us kill Spiderman?

Yes! Yes! She can help us kill Spiderman! 

I want to hear his bones break…

And his flesh tear…

And-

“Alright, that’s enough! I understand that we all want to kill Spiderman… But please, please let me have this night with my dear Hana?” Otto pleaded.

Your mother was long gone, leaving you to pick up the pieces of your father’s broken heart as well as your family's finances. Father was too busy drowning his sorrow in liquor to work, so the responsibility fell on you.

The ad stated that the Jaeger family had two kids, and the husband, a doctor, was away on work trips frequently, thus rendering Mrs.Jaeger alone with the kids for days on end and in desperate need of an au pair. And you were equally desperate for a way to once and for all abandon your family’s despair and start a new life of your own.

You knock on the door. After a few

suspenseful seconds, it swings open to reveal Carla Jaeger. Her plain clothing hugging her body affectionately--her overly prominent hips and breasts forcing tension into the fabric.

“Oh, hello,” Carla said softly, her plump lips curling into a soft smile. Her dainty fingers wrap themselves around yours in a soft greeting. “Please, come in,” she says. As she turns to lead you into the house, your eyes can’t help but slowly hover over the prominent curve of her ass.

**********

Your interview goes smoothly, and 15 minutes go by. To be truthful, you don’t remember much of the questions you were asked - your mind frequently drifted to the way she leaned toward you, ever so slightly. How her chest seemed to burst at the seams with every breath, how her hazelnut eyes bore into you through delicate lashes. You squirm in your chair. You feel the arousal starting to collect between your legs, prompting you to place one on top of the other.

“Well,” Carla says in a low, almost sultry breath, “You’re hired!”

You smile back at her and shake her hand again, this time more firmly, making sure to carefully intake the softness of her milky skin and the ridges of her knuckles. They were somehow rough and dainty at the same time. Let go of her hand, dumbass. You realize this is a suspiciously long handshake, but Carla seems to revel in your touch just as much.

“Well,” she inhales sharply, pulling her hand away and wiping it against the cloth of her dress, “If you’ll be living here, I ought to show you around. C’mon.”

The way she speaks is soft and polite, but the way she leads you around makes you wonder if there’s a side to her that’s more...dominant. Make no mistake, she is the commander of this house. And she knows it.

As she leads you from room to room, explaining the various tasks you’d be responsible for, your mouth begins to water at the thought of her fingers tracing over your ever-dampening pussy. A drawn out “fuck” escapes from your lips. For a moment you think she doesn’t hear it, but the tightening of her grip on the stair railing suggests otherwise.

“And here’s the basement. It’s… secluded,” Carla adds slowly. You look around and find yourself in a dimly-lit room, the walls lined with shelves and a cluttered desk at the center.

“I don’t even know why I bother looking after this study. It’s not like my husband even is home enough to ever make use of it,” she mutters. You turn away to look at her, and find that her eyes are already transfixed on you. Without realizing it, you take a step closer. Then another. Carla’s eyes widen-- a look of desperate sexual anticipation.

You think for a moment you’re being too forward, too rash, too impulsive. But she doesn’t back away. She remains. Forcefully you grab her by the back of her head, your fingers locked into her hair with commanding desire. Your hot breath intermingles with hers as you hold her face mere centimeters away from your pulsating lips. The sound of your panting is the only thing that fills the room. Your eyes flicker down to her parted lips and neither of you can take it anymore.

Your lips crash into hers, your hand clasping the base of her neck as your other one reaches to grab her ass. As she releases a deep moan, you slip your tongue into her mouth. Hers meets yours, tongues flicking around each other for dominance. You can feel her hardening nipples through the thin fabric. The movement of her hips molding into your body sends volts of electricity coursing through you, centering around your clit.

Your hand moves from her ass to her supple hips, pushing her back until she bumps up against the desk. With no warning, you shove her onto the desk. As your mouths continue to be entangled, she swipes away any remaining objects vigorously from the cool surface of the desk.

She gasps between desperate kisses, “take off your clothes.” Hurriedly your hands fumble at the bottoms of your top. Leaning back on the desk, she basks in the radiance of your naked body. In the moment you look down to undo the strings on your pants, Carla has already undressed. You stare at her legs, watching as they go from tightly crossed to gradually, slowly, painfully widening at an excruciating pace. You marvel at the sight of her pussy, slick with Carla's special serum.

“Have a seat,” she orders. Your eyes linger on the heaven between her legs before reluctantly moving to her face once again. You pounce on her, hands placed on the desk behind her. In one fell swoop, Carla hoists you up onto her lap, your ass cheeks pressed onto her thighs, slick from your drenched pussy coating her. Her tongue flicks across your bottom lip, sucking it for a moment before giving the rest of your mouth attention. This kiss is different. She’s no longer succumbing to your desire, but rather, provoking it. She grips your asscheeks, occasionally slapping one before grabbing it again to massage. You can’t let but groan and hang your head back as her fiery kisses trail down your neck, nibbling and biting ever so slightly. Your breasts jiggle as your body rocks slightly.

The heartbeat in your vagina grows stronger, your folds becoming needier and needier. Your hips begin to grind on Carla’s leg harder and harder providing intoxicating friction. Waves of pleasure take hold of your body as the throbbing pulses in your clit back their way up to your arching back. A surge of pressure knots in your lower stomach, growing with every passionate grind.

Carla eyes your bare chest and torso, contorting with pleasure. Through your teary eyes, you can see a slight smirk forming on her damp lips. She enjoys seeing you lost in the sensation. Your breath catches and your toes curl as you feel that familiar pressure barreling through your body-

Carla shifts from under you and stops your grinding hips. She gazes at you lovingly, but then her stare darkens, mischievously.

“Be a good girl for mommy, and get on your knees,” she growls. Every hair on your body stands on end as your climax is painfully interrupted. The core of your folds clenches, yearning for Carla’s touch, but you don’t dare disobey her command.

Your knees are sore as they come in contact with the floor, your back arching once more to look up at Carla towering over you. She leans in, grabbing your face in one hand as the other tucks a piece of hair away. The gesture is soothing, and you feel her hot breath once more as she whispers in your ear, “Eat up.”

You dive headfirst into her pussy, happily lapping up her juices. Your hot tongue swirls around her clit, eventually settling into a rhythmic flicking. Carla lets out a breathy gasp as your pace increases.

“Fuck.” Her leg twitches as you suck on her pearl, your hands sliding under her legs to stabilize yourself. You move your head down, planting tender kisses along her thigh, then shifting upwards to her outer lips. “Stop being such a tease,” Carla says. And then, softly, “you’re going to pay for that later.” Forcefully, she hoists her legs over your shoulders, forcing your face further into her folds. You push your tongue into her hole, your nose nuzzling against her clit. Your tongue laps the inner walls of her pussy, then moves to circling her opening in slow, desperate motions.

Carla squeezes her thighs tightly around your head, moaning. You move your lips to her clit, sucking intensely. You feel her pussy clench against your lips, and you suck even harder, putting more and more tension as she gasps. She grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling, as if to claim you. A flood of her special serum ejects onto your face, and she moans with relief, her back arching as her thighs hug your face even harder. Suddenly, she pulls your face up to hers, holding it mere centimeters away from her lips.

Apart from your panting, you stare at each other in a heavy moment of silence and anticipation. Carla’s eyes flash briefly to her apron lying on the floor. A grin plays across her lips. “Sit,” she commands. You fall back into the desk chair, eager for her touch. “Close your eyes.” Carla’s soft, supple fingers trace over your naked body as she wraps your wrists and ankles snug against the wood underneath the fabric of her apron.

Your eyes follow her fingers as she delicately traces the inside of your thigh. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks, feeling surprisingly vulnerable to her touch. Carla’s breasts dangle in front of your eyes as she leans over you, her fingers dipping inside you with extreme ease. A glint of satisfaction washes over her, as if proud of the effect she has on you. You open your mouth with an inaudible breath as her fingers pump inside you. She continues for a few moments before slipping her hand out and brings her shiny fingers up to you.

“I want you to know just how good you taste,” she says. You eagerly take in her fingers, lapping up your own juices from her. The tangy, salty substance glides down your throat as you continue to swirl your tongue across Carla’s fingers. You taste so good.

She takes her fingers out of your mouth and lightly brushes them against your rock-hard nipples. You shudder at the sensation, more blood rushing towards your clit. She removes her hands from your nipples and drags them all the way down your naked body until she reaches your quivering pussy. She traces her fingers around the edge of your slit, gathering your juices between her fingers before rubbing your clit. You exhale, releasing a shaking breath. Carla picks up her pace, causing you to buck your hips upwards, in search of more friction.

She senses your eagerness, your craving for her fingers and pulls them away from your pearl. You tremble, clit yearning for more. You feel the blood flowing to your cunt, your pulse palpitating between your legs. After a few excruciating seconds, you feel her touch once more when her fingers enter you.

Without breaking her tempo, she lowers herself to her knees, leaving space between the floor and her pelvis. Suddenly, you watch as Carla’s hand parts the folds between her legs and places a finger on her own clit. Rubbing slowly then more rapidly, both of her hands work at the same excruciating pace to pleasure the both of you. You moan deeply, and the noise is overshadowed only by the equally as loud moans coming from Carla. You feel her third and fourth fingers insert themselves into your body, stroking your spongy G-spot as you pant helplessly. Your moaning turns to disappointment as Carla’s wet fingers leave your body.

You hear sounds of the binds unraveling from your sore joints as the apron falls to the floor. You smile at the red bruises around your wrists and ankles, proof of what your body had endured. Carla moves behind you as you take a moment to catch your breath, the throbbing in between your legs subsiding for a bit. Your chest rises and falls in the damp, hot air of the room. Lost in a haze of unrelenting arousal, your head lulls around a bit as Carla comes back in front of you. She cocks her head to the side

“Don’t tell me you’re done yet,” she scoffs, somehow still energized despite the reckless lovemaking.

“Never,” you growl, still waiting hopelessly for your climax. Carla readjusts her stature at the sign of your determination.

“Good. Now get on the desk.” You move and gingerly sit on the table, propped up on your elbows, facing Carla. She looks you up and down, then smirks.

“Other way, babe,” she commands. As you turn yourself over, she places her hand in the small of your back, roughly flipping you onto your elbows, your hips bumping up against the hard edge of the desk. Her touch dissipates as she walks around the table until she reaches the drawer in front of you. She opens the drawer, reaching inside to reveal a colossal strap-on, made of a thick rubber.

“I got this for my wedding anniversary - Grisha never wanted to use it,” she states plainly. Both your eyes widen in anticipation as you size up the girth of it.

“Think you can handle it?” she adds.

You gulp. “Absolutely.”

You watch as she buckles the massive hunk of rubber around her waist, the tip of it grazing your face as you watch her. Purposefully, she walks around behind your waist. You feel her fingers carefully inserting themselves, spreading your damp pussy wide. Your eyes roll back as you coat the member in your juices and it rubs up against your nerves.

Her pelvis pounds from behind, picking up her pace as your fingernails dig into the wood to stabilize yourself. A low, guttural groan escapes your throat - the sight of that sending Carla into a state of euphoria, high on your pleasure.

The clapping of mounds of flesh slamming against each other fills the room. Carla’s eyes dart down to your asscheeks, red with passion as pain and pleasure become one. That’s going to leave a mark, Carla thinks to herself, contentedly.

You savor Carla’s mark, letting your head drop down against the table in pleasurable exhaustion. Carla continues to grind behind you, as if testing your extremes.

“You like how my strap feels in your cunt?” Carla whispers.

You barely manage a whimper of a reply.

“That’s my girl,” Carla purrs.

The way her hands grip your hips to bring herself as close as possible to you sends sparks flying across your body as satisfaction begins to brew in your core. She lifts one hand off your bent ass and places it between your legs. Her nimble fingers go to work on your clit rubbing, faster and faster.

She continues to beat rhythmically into you, her hips syncing with her fingers. You feel Carla’s strap hit your G-spot as her fingers simultaneously circle your clit and you feel your orgasm beginning to blossom.

Carla watches your pussy as it begins to clench around the rubber meant for Grisha and hammers into your soaked folds harder. The air in your lungs is ripped away from you as Carla moves. Her lack of mercy only makes you clench harder until you feel your peak hit - that powerful, glorious, sensual burst. Pleasure ripples throughout your body, cascading from your cunt as Carla fucks you through your orgasm. Your back arches as the muscles in your thighs spasm uncontrollably. With each thrust, Carla grants you a wave of gratification reaching deep into your bones.

She slows her tempo as you come down from your high and carefully slides her strap out of your spent pussy. She slides the strap down her long, silky legs and walks over to the cupboard, pulling a cloth out. She tosses the cloth in your direction and you clean up your drenched pussy, your limbs frozen in aftershock. The two of you get dressed again, sneaking hidden glances.

She guides you back up the stairs, with a taunting sway of her hips. In silence, you gather your belongings, your core still sore as you walk. As you step out of the door, you turn to face Carla. She inhales sharply.

“Well,” she looks deep into your eyes, her hand brushing your messy hair away from your face, “Can you start Monday?”

You don’t even hear the commotion a few houses away, towards the center of the city.

You nod shyly, and start down the path.

It happens faster than you know it. The yellow flash in the sky. The rumbling of the ground. Two colossal eyes peering over the wall.

The last thing you feel is your limbs and spine crushed by a boulder.

Pairing: Pansy x Fem!OC

Tw: (underage drinking, drunken consent, under the influence sex.)

Summary: Pansy and Rose sneak off at a party for some cunnilingus.

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“Chin up.” My mother tells me.

Not without an under breath scoff, did I do as she told me. Acting as if we were the perfect family everyone see’s us as, we walked towards the large double doors of the Parkinson’s manor in unison.

In my peripheral vision I see my Father’s familiar hand reach up to politely knock on the door. My eyes are unfocused, staring blankly to the side, expressing my disregarded expression. My disregarded feelings towards this event; or any posh pureblood event.

I feel a pinch at the skin on the back of my arm, roughly gripped between my Mother’s fingers. My head snaps back towards the front, regaining focus.

Manners.

My Mother’s stern voice echoed inside my head, only imagining the glare she would have sent me if the door hadn’t opened in time.