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Tohma called you to discuss a personal matter, and you secretly met in the vault
Contents: afab fem reader, fingering, piv, wall sex, cream pie, tiny fluff at the end
Smut blow the cut, Minors shoo!
You were just leaving dinner when your phone went off. It's always unsettling to get a message when you aren't expecting one, mostly because it's some level of someone needing something. You sigh and check who it's from. Huh. That's strange. Tohma almost never contacts you, especially when you aren't actively working on a case with Frostheim.
"Y/n, I have a matter of a sensitive nature to discuss with you."
"Is everything ok? What's the matter?"
"As I have said, it is sensitive. I would appreciate your discretion."
"Oh, okay. When do you want me to come over?"
"Immediately, if possible. Otherwise, as soon as you have time."
"I just need to go to my dorm for a few minutes, but I can head straight over after. Is that okay?"
"Yes. Meet me in the vault. Again, I would appreciate it if you were discreet."
"I'll be there soon."
You headed straight to the vault, and thankfully didn't see a single person along the way. The vault always makes your stomach flutter, no matter how many times you go down there. It's so far removed from everything else, and you have yet to shake how unnerved you were on your first visit.
You push the heavy door open and call a timid "hello" into the echoing space.
"Ah, Y/n, perfect timing. The tea has just finished. Please lock the door." You gave him a questioning look, and he told you it was to ensure that no one walked in on your conversation. You nodded and warily locked the door, though you couldn't deny that being locked in with him, alone, gave you a thrill and made your heat jolt ever so slightly.
Tohma invited you to sit at the chess table while he finished adding honey and milk, just the way you like it, and settled in the seat across from you. "Please, take the first move," he said with an odd smile before taking a sip of his tea. He's being kinda.... weird. You moved your pawn two spaces forward, just the way he had taught you, and looked up to see him watching you with a soft look. You smiled awkwardly and took a sip of your tea. Your face was prickling with heat under the weight of his gaze.
"So... what did you want to talk to me about?"
"In due time. It's your move." Another odd smile.
You hummed and looked over the board, trying to choose your next move while he continued watching you. In an effort to diffuse the tension, you tried to strike up a conversation. Nothing special, just small talk. Several minutes of taking turns of small talk passed, and you were starting to feel calmer. You looked down, trying to decide your next move when he spoke softly.
"I can see why the king likes you." His eyes were soft when you looked up at him. You were stunned by his words, but you couldn't stop the heat from creeping up your face. "I don't understand," you mumbled, "But I think I should probably g-go." Your lips trembled and your core clenched and grew wet, but you knew that you shouldn't do what your impulses were screaming for you to do.
He stood when you did, and started walking towards you. You were trying to back away, but his strides were far longer and he kept closing the distance. You shivered when your back bumped into the wall and he stood just inches from you. In a single fluid movement he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them above your head with one of his large hands. With his other, he cupped your cheek and turned your face upward. He held your eyes, the light blue sparkling and gentle, and pressed his lips to yours with a soft sigh.
Your resolve to control your impulses vanished in that second. You stood up on your toes and leaned into his lips, a soft moan escaping you. He gasped and pressed his body tight against yours, revealing that he was already completely hard. He opened his mouth slightly in another gasp, and you took advantage of the opportunity to slip your tongue past his lips, gliding it over the tip of his. He made the softest groaning sound and ground himself on your stomach. He ran his shaking fingertips down your body and slipped them up under your skirt.
"This stays between us," he panted against your neck, fingers slipping under the thin cotton of your panties. "Yes," you murmured as his fingers immediately found your soft spot and began rubbing nearly frantic, but still light, circles on it. "F-fuck," you whispered on his lips. Your heart felt like it was going to explode from your chest with each circle, and every time he ground against you, making you keenly aware that, not only is he rock hard, he's big. Apparently frustrated with your panties impeding his movement, he hooked a finger in the waistband and pulled them down. You kicked them to the side and re-positioned your leg so he could get better access.
Without skipping a beat, he sunk two fingers into you and used the heel of his hand to keep rubbing your clit as he fucked you on them. You were already seeing stars, and the heat that he was building in your pussy was threatening to explode at any time. "Tohma- so good- fuck" you panted between moans and frenzied kisses. He smiled on your lips and curled his fingers forward more. The increased pressure was all it took the burst the dam.
If it hadn't been for the wall behind you, you would have thrown your head back as the explosions rocked from clenching pussy. Every time he rocked his hand, another explosion bloomed and spread through your entire body. Every muscle in your being clenched and shook as each wave passed through you. Despite the room being chilly, a light sweat had dampened your skin, making it prickle all over. The lights and flashes were starting to slow, and you were returning to earth.
"I have to have you," he whispered thickly, pressing himself against you again and grinding his cock on your stomach. "God, yes," you whined. He released your wrists and grabbed you under your hips, sliding you up the wall. You reflexively wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He continued holding you under one hip, but pushed the leg the he had let go of up to your chest. Now unobstructed, he used his free hand to line himself up with your entrance.
He was fully bottomed out in just a few strokes. It hurt as he stretched you, but it felt so good to finally have him inside that you didn't care. He pressed his forehead to yours and pushed deep, grinding thrusts. "I have wanted you for so long," he panted, "Everything about you stirs something deep in me." You cried out loudly, confessing that you have felt the same way since shortly after you met. He moaned from deep in his throat, and started fucking you harder and faster. He was hitting your soft spots with every move, and your cries were getting louder.
"Into my shoulder. Sounds into my shoulder," he groaned, "Just between us." You buried your face in his neck, peppering it with kisses and light bites. "No marks." You moaned sharply into his shoulder when the sound of skin slapping started reporting each thrust. You pulled him tight in your arms, cradling the back of his head as you crashed your lips into his. Your moans were starting to resemble screams, controlled only by his kiss. The fuse on the dynamite had been lit. You buried your face in the crook of his neck after the screams that were tearing their way out couldn't be held back by his lips.
The explosion wiped the world away, and the only things that existed were the two of you and the electric pulses crackling over every inch of your body. Your ears were ringing slightly, and your nails dug into the back of his head and uniform. You had tunnel vision, and Tohma was all you could see. His eyes were rolled slightly back, when he suddenly buried his face into the crook of your neck and stifled a throaty yell of his own. His hips shuddered and his fingers sunk into the soft flesh of your own.
As the your orgasms had run their course, with you still pinned to the wall and him still inside, you kissed tenderly and you ran your fingers gently through his hair. He sighed deeply and pressed his forehead to yours.
"We will have to be discreet, but I want to see you again. Preferably somewhere more comfortable," he said with a huffed laugh at the end.
"I'd like that, too. My room, if you can get away?"
"To be with you, and have you to myself? I'll find a way."
SUMMARY: Yuri doesn't give up before finding a solution for any of his patients. Even if that means he has to show up in your room in the middle of the night.
WORD COUNT: 1,726
WARNINGS: While it is not described in detail, there is an insinuation that reader has trauma that is causing night terrors.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Read on ao3 here. This is my bribe to Yuri. Yuri, please, come home to me sweetly tonight. I'll give you anything.
This was not a situation that Yuri Isami ever imagined he’d find himself in.
It was nights like this that Yuri wished that Mortkranken had a higher budget. That was a common complaint of his, but seeing the effects of the lack of facilities in Mortkanken compared to Darkwick General was different. Without a proper sleep lab to conduct sleep studies in, his only option was to monitor a patient regularly himself or refer them to Darkwick General.
Two weeks ago, he thought he might have to do exactly that when you came to see him. He didn’t typically do health checks on general students outside of the initial one required by Darkwick, but according to Jiro when he scheduled your appointment, you were particularly distressed. When you told Jiro it was regarding sleep issues, he figured Yuri would be best suited for the job.
Night terrors, though, were much more mundane than the usual sleep issues he researched and studied. That wasn’t to say that their causes were any easier to solve without thorough sleep studies and a proper history. He suggested that, if you wanted to do a full sleep study, going to Darkwick General was your best option. Your second-best option was allowing Yuri himself to monitor you on a semi-regular basis.
You had opted for the latter, much to his surprise - but he wasn’t going to deny a patient their request. Besides, he figured that keeping you in the same replicating circumstances would yield better results, anyway.
The night terrors appeared to come every night. He conducted regular checks himself or sent Jiro in his stead when he was focused on another task - and every night, around three in the morning, the night terror would hit. When you woke up, Jiro would conduct a full physical exam.
It didn’t appear to be rooted in sleep apnea or narcolepsy. That left a much less pleasant option - which was that night terrors were often rooted in trauma.
Yuri hadn’t asked you what they were about. The substance of the terrors was diagnostically irrelevant. Knowing that trauma was on the table, he wanted to avoid putting you in an uncomfortable position.
One of the first suggested treatments, the easiest route, was to wake you before the night terror occurred. They happened frequently enough around the same time that this was a feasible option, and Yuri suggested an alarm twenty-minutes before it usually hit.
That was the night he discovered that you were a heavy sleeper. Your alarm blared, but you remained asleep, only jostled awake screaming when another unfortunate episode took place.
Trial and error, though inevitable, was frustrating for him. It was easier to accept trial and error when his specimen wasn’t a student from his house who he could see the negative effects on. You were exhausted day in and day out, your dark circles worse than his own after nights of late-night research. He knew from both watching the process over the past two weeks and from your own admission that it had been weeks since your last night of full rest - possibly months.
That led to a slew of other issues. He was concerned about new or worsening depression, a weakened immune system, cardiovascular symptoms - he prescribed certain things to address your symptoms, but the root cause was stubbornly consistent.
Enough so that you appeared to be losing hope about avoiding them at all.
“Maybe I won’t have a good night’s sleep ever again. Being afraid to go to sleep and waking up at three in the morning is just my life now.”
That lack of hope had gotten under his skin in a way nothing else you’d said ever had before.
“Nonsense!” Yuri had insisted to you in a huff. “You’re not allowed to give up until all methods have been exhausted. If an alarm won’t wake you up, I’ll do the job myself!”
The offer had left his lips before he had a chance to second-guess it. Your eyes widened in shock, but once you accepted the offer, he couldn’t back out.
Now here he was, lying in his own bed, eyes on the clock.
He hadn’t had the chance to sleep well himself recently, if he was being honest with himself. Not only was there more to be done than usual this week in terms of experiments, but with your case… Yuri had found himself unusually preoccupied with it.
He was hoping that, if waking you up did prove successful, he could go right back to his room and have a rare night of sleeping in his actual bed rather than the lab.
Once it was only fifteen minutes until three in the morning, Yuri stirred himself from bed, loose notes falling to the floor. Even when he was in bed, work never stopped. Yuri was no stranger to falling asleep surrounded by loose notebook paper and a pen still loosely in his grip. He pulled his robe tighter around him - he’d usually never leave his room wearing only his pajamas and a robe, but surely his attire would be the last thing on your mind - and headed toward your room.
Mortkranken’s halls appeared to echo louder than usual as he walked toward your room. Yuri had to keep reminding himself that he had permission to enter, that he wasn’t trespassing into a student’s private quarters by doing this. You had wanted him there. That fact was key.
Your room wasn’t entirely dark. There was one light still left on at your desk, and a memory stirred that you hated waking up in the dark after night terrors. You always left a light on for that reason. Yuri’s eyes drifted to your sleeping form. This should only take a moment, Yuri reassured himself, drawing in a deep breath as he approached you. I’ll wake them up, make sure they’re okay, and then head back to my own room. It’s simple.
Yuri hesitated for a moment before reaching out, not yet making physical contact with you. This was… intimate, he suddenly realized. Not in the traditional sense of ‘intimacy’, but there was something about rousing you awake in the middle of the night to make sure you were alright that felt…
He couldn’t put a word to it, and that made heat slowly rise to his cheeks. I just need to get this over with, he decided, reaching forward and putting a hand on your shoulder, shaking you lightly. He didn’t want to raise his voice, afraid that would wake you up with too much of a shock, so he kept his voice soft as he called out your name.
At first, you didn’t move at all. Then your eyes snapped open with a startle, and you sat up quickly in your bed, pulling your covers closer to yourself. “Yuri!” you called out, voice still heavy with sleep. You didn’t seem scared, which Yuri was thankful for, but you still seemed surprised.
It made him more flustered to think that you forgot that he agreed to do this for you. Suddenly, more heat rose to his face, and he found himself tripping on his words. “I’m - you asked me to wake you up, did you not?!”
“Oh, right,” you relaxed, drawing in a deep breath. “Sorry, I forgot. I just - I thought… never mind what I thought.”
Yuri hummed, taking a moment to regain his own composure as he looked you up and down. “Your hands are shaking,” he noted. But no sweating, no flailing, no screaming… maybe I was right on time, Yuri thought. I should have brought my stethoscope to check on their heart rate.
“You startled me, that’s all,” you excused. “But… I think this helped. I didn’t have another nightmare.”
A smile crossed Yuri’s face as he made a gesture. “Of course it worked! I told you I’d land on an effective treatment, didn’t I? If you hadn’t slept through your alarm, this method would have proved efficient earlier. Will you listen to me from now on when I tell you not to give up hope?”
For the first time, Yuri saw a relieved smile on your face. It nearly made his confidence melt into something softer. “I’ll listen,” you told him, eyes bright for the first time since he met you in his clinic. “Thank you.”
He cleared his throat, shoving his hands nervously into the pockets of his robe. “Well! If that’s settled, then I’ll get going. I’ll see you -”
Before he could finish his sentence, you suddenly reached out, your hand wrapping around his wrist. “Wait!”
Yuri’s eyes widened, his entire face tinting pink. “What - what are you doing? What is it?”
“Will you stay? Please?” You asked, voice nearly pleading. “I know - I know it’s an unusual request. You can sit at my desk, if that’s easier. But I don’t want to go back to sleep alone. I’m… scared.”
Scared it’ll happen again anyway, Yuri thought. It made him wonder if this meant you saw him as a comforting presence.
If you did, he found himself oddly unopposed to that perception. Having someone - or not just someone, but you - see him as someone reliable, comforting… he wanted to live up to that expectation.
“I’ll stay,” Yuri pulled his wrist away from your grasp, grabbing your desk chair and pulling it closer to the bed. “It would be beneficial to ensure that this isn’t just a one-off, anyway. I’ll stay here in the event you have another episode.”
When he came closer again, you reached your hand out again. “Would it be a little too much to ask you to take my hand?”
Your voice was quiet, unsure, as if you expected him to lash out at the mere idea. It made his chest hurt. So, even if it was something he was unused to, he took your hand in his. “That’s fine. Just focus on going back to sleep.”
You nodded before smiling at him again. “I like this robe, by the way. It suits you,” your voice was relaxed again. “And you have soft hands.”
“Shut - no commentary! You’re supposed to be sleeping!” Yuri insisted.
“Sorry, sorry. Don’t leave, please.”
Your eyes were sad. Yuri sighed.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
When you eventually fell asleep, Yuri found himself finally drifting off too, falling asleep with your hand firmly in his.
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Author's whinnings: oof this is short. Madness of the Moon tho. If this is OOC, come back with a warrant
Content: Shion x f!reader. Smut. Handjob. Fingering.
"Are you avoiding your wife duty?"
"Wife duty?
…..very well. Lay on your back."
At some point, you learned Shion's pace. Which is to say, too fast for the other to try anything.
Your hands and mouth descend with no mercy, kissing, biting, suckling on his snow white skin, your hands relentless on their ministration up and down his shaft. You enjoy this new position, with him under you, flushed and moaning and jerking into your touch. You kiss him and he moans into your mouth with slightly trembling lips.
"You're doing so good for me. Don't worry. Just let go."
You bite gently on his earlobe.
He comes undone, staining you.
You rain softer kisses and praise on his face for another minute as he catches his breath.
"I'm just going to get a towel real quick, okay?"
You turn around, only to be pulled back into bed, locked in by strong arms.
He pulls you in, back flushed to his chest.
"You're trying to cheat me."
"Wha-!? I'm not!"
His hands quickly snake underneath your clothes, one hand in your pants and one gropping your chest.
"You're avoiding your wife duty."
"Didn't I just do it?"
"No. You didn't cry for me at all yet."
"Shio-"
His name fades into a moan on your lips, just as he demanded.
"Um-mm. Like that."
(…I got it all wrong again, did I, Shion?)
A different heat blooms in your chest at the realization of his misunderstood intention.
(Now that I think about it, we haven't tried this position before either…)
He pinched on your clit,making you jerk back, but in this position, you were just pushing yourself more into him. Your eyes rolled back.
You gripped the pillow,and sheets under you, hiding your face.
"Don't."
Hi hand moved from your nipple up, to grip your chip open.
As his fingers pressed into your folds, your cries came out unrestrained. Droll soon followed.
Fangs pressed down on your earlobe, making you yelp.
"You did that to me just now, right? How you like it?"
He asked, as if he couldn't tell from the way you clenched down on his fingers harder.
"Shion-"
You made an effort to look back, but you couldn't see his face through your tears.
"Haha… what an awful sight you are", he said right before kissing you.
Deciding between the Jo, Romeo, or Jiro addition the the series. Jo is going to be A LOT of fun, but a lot of work. Romeo will be hard just because I have trouble seeing him that way. Jiro is husband, but I have a few irons in the fire on him.
