ushijima who works in the same company as you so when the company brings up a vacation trip for the workers and their families, and your favorite cousin is busy and your family has other stuff to do, you notice that our poor ushi also doesnโt have any family with him, and heโs all alone and you only wanted to go for the free food, room and board so you thought why not get a cute friend out of it?
it ends with ushi fucking you within an inch of your life. an extremely large hand covers your mouth to hide the loud high pitched sounds from your hotel neighbor, as your back is pressed against the slightly thin wall thick brown legs over his shoulders, his other hand holds your waist steady, your tummy bunching up showing off your rolls as the former athleteโs cock plunges in and out of your creamy wet cunt that had ushi in a chokehold.
dark brown tits jumping with every thrust as you continue to squeal behind his rough hand, he leans his head to your ear, dark olive-brown tresses tickling your forehead as he whispers to you. "cmon you said you wanted to be friends.. friends listen to each other.. friends do what the other friend tells them.." he kisses your cheek just above his hand before trailing his soft lips back to your ear against the shell. "so why. the hell. are you. still. making. noise?"
with every hard thrust his tip kissed your pelvis continuously rubbing against your spot making your eyes roll back, legs shaking on top of his shoulders and a flood spurt from your brown pussy he groans deeply, keep his pace. "ohhh fuuck aghh.." when your eyes are finally present from the back of your head he looks into them with a salacious grin. "we shouldโve became friends sooner."
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silva did keep his word to himself, that heโd follow you around, lowkey borderline stalking you but itโs fine cuz heโs silva a fine ass dilf.
heโd let you catch him a good two weeks after the clacking of your sandals hitting the sidewalk as you stomped up to him a cute pout on your face. "wassup mister silva? why are you keeping tabs on me? am i your next target or are you a creepy old perv."
he smirked taking in your appearance, your hair now in a black wig with brown highlights to your butt and you wearing a band crop top and a long skirt with your beige sandals that clicked as your foot tapped against the pavement waiting for an answer. "i just see something i like, you seem to be using daddyโs money well."
he pushes hair that found its way in front of you to your back, the way his rough hand rubbed against your smooth dark brown skin made him throb in his pants. you look him up and down, he was no where near ugly at all and you could take him.. not in a fight this dude an assassin but ykw iโm talking about.
his whole family are assassins and that was something you didnโt necessarily want on your plate because what if you got too annoying or what if his kids think you want to replace their mom or some stupid shit like that? you just got rich and you didnโt need those problems.
but you told the little bitch of your thoughts to shut up and went with the slut who was talking about licking him three ways from sunday in any and every position since you spotted him. you grabbed his hand that rested on your collarbone gently to not startle the killer in him, your thumb stroking his palm as you looked up at him biting your lips before cheesing and batting your lashes.
"that man was my father but if youโre looking for a โdaddyโ opening, itโs available." you watched his cat like eyes narrow as he studied your face, grinning, the dullness of his eyes and sunken, but somehow high, cheekbones doing something to you and he could tell. "is that right?" you nod your head slightly in a daze from the eye contact you didnโt want to look him in the eyes but itโs like you couldnโt pull away.
"well iโll take that into consideration miss y/n." you โhmm'dโ when he pulled away, getting flustered when you noticed how close your two were, your checks and the tips of your ears running hot as you pulled your hand from his, folding your arms under your breasts which silva glanced at ofc and you looked off to the side before speaking.
"stop following me itโs weird and creepy, next time say it with your chest." he hums lips curling as he backs away slowly, to the untrained eye and you, it looked as if he were glitching leaving you with a "next time then." before disappearing completely. silva of course didnโt care what you had to say on the case of him 'following' you or whatever but heโd let up, doing the next best thing as he burst into the room filled with computers on top of computers.
"d-dad whatโs going on? whyโre you in here?" silva disregarded his second son swiping three female action figures off of his desk and closing out an obvious girls anime website as he strode behind him. "milluki i need you to find someone for me." the chubby teen gets into serious mode typing away on his keyboard. "of course father, who is it this time a crook? another assassin? a spider? chrollo? or killua again?"
silva leveled his voice giving away no undertone or motives the corner of his mouth tilted upward, hiding away from his son that faced the multiple screens. "y/n l/n."
heโs not really surprised that she said it, cuz you say it all the time, calling him a "dumbass/hoe ass nigga" or telling him "nigga shut the fuck up." and aizawa teaching black students (mina and deku) and having a few black coworkers (mirko, rock lock and orca) he hears it all the time himself.
but heโs downright flabbergasted when and how she says it right to his face at that; after you told her to go get her father to come here and yk how kids be, adding extra words nobody told them to say. so your kid stands in front of him with a mischievous smile on her face and glint in her dark brown eyes as she says "mommy said to tell you โnigga bring your light bright ass down to the kitchen foโ you donโt get no damn dinnerโ so are you coming daddy?โ
and he pauses for a moment having your black mother mannerisms come out of him. โd/n? whatchu just say to me?โ she pales a bit โno daddy! thatโs what mommy said.โ he calls for you yelling your name. "aye y/n cmere!" you shout a "what!" from your place in the kitchen and he repeats himself. the sound of your slippers hitting the tile as you approach your shared bedroom, the anger in your steps ever so evident, belly protruding cause of your second child as you grumble loudly all the way to the door.
"nigga what? i told d/n to come getโchu for a reason na' my damn feet hurt โn all I wanted tโ do was cook." you look at him with an attitude hand resting on your wide hip as you leaned on the doorway. "whatchu want shota?" you take in the situation, your husband sitting on the bed a displeased expression on his face and your baby girl got tears welling up in her big brown eyes as she fiddle with her fingers.
"why my baby bout tโ cry?" you walk further into the room standing beside your daughter and in front of aizawa with your arms folded, he rubs on your belly looking up at your frustrated eyes. "โm sorry mama." he kissed your belly. "making you walk all the way back here but what did you tell her to tell me?" you suck your teeth when he kisses your belly again 'ainโt this just what i said earlier??'
sighing out your frustration you continued. "i told her to tell you โbring your light bright ass down fore you donโt eat dinner.โ got me walking all up โn down this damn house when you know how fat yoโ damn babies are." he rubs you again "โm sorry.. again itโs just your daughter cursing me out." you snicker before he looks at you with dead eyes.
"oh you was forreal? what did she say?" shota and you both look at your five year old her tears still threatening to fall. "tell your mama what you said." she whimpers while repeating what she told her father earlier, itโs a moment or two of silence before you burst out laughing. "fuck i gotta pee ima pee on myself."
you waddled to the bathroom giggling as shota rolled his eyes this is not the right outcome you came out the bathroom wiping the excess water on the cami as tears filled your ducts "โm sorry baby itโs just that shit was too funny." you sat on the bed next to him as you picked up d/n placing her on shotaโs lap. "youโre supposed to tell her that she shouldnโt be saying those words at her young age."
you pat his face leaning forward to kiss your daughter on both her chubby cheeks fixing around her bonnet. "those arenโt even the extra bad ones.." you caress her cheek with your thumb. "you know not to say those words to your teachers and the grownups outside the house right? unless they need to hear it.." shota nudges your shoulder and you exclaimed playfully. "what sho i donโt think itโs that serious i think itโs quite hilarious in fact."
he shakes his head from side to side kissing the top of your daughtersโ cap "just donโt get used to saying words like that yaโ hear me d/n." she nods her head and yโall stay there for a minute or two loving up on her before you you spoke interrupting the silence. "so baby girl.. say another curse word." "y/n!" you cackle at shotaโs face getting ready to get up.
"iโm just kidding.. alright letโs go i wasnโt slavinโ over that hot ass stove for nothin." your daughter jumped off shotaโs lap running towards the kitchen. aizawa gets up grabbing you by your hand, pulling you towards him minding your belly, your arms wrap around his shoulders stroking the hairs on the back of his neck as he slaps your ass then grabs it. "she gets it from you yaโ know. you need to stop cursing."
you hum pulling him down kissing him tenderly before pulling away, dragging your hands from his shoulders to pat his chest as you look deeply into his eyes. "i ainโt gotta do a fuck thing.. pretty ass nigga." you peck his lips before waddling away.
you turn your head, sticking your tongue and middle finger out at him before crossing the doorway, your husband shook his head know something like that was coming his way as soon as he said those words. 'these girls are finna be the death of me i hope this next girl isnโt so troublesome.'
silva who has finally gotten a divorce from his now ex-wife of his five children, her constant complaining pushing him over the edge, making him grow tired. he realizes that he shouldnโt have this many wrinkles at 46 years old and stopped getting them so rapidly two months after the divorce and he feels lighter.
well as light as a contract killer with little to no emotions can feel and because silva isnโt too bad a person he sets his ex up somewhere chill, far away from him ofc, but accessible to the children if they wanted to see her
silva whoโs out on a job when he sees the cutest chubby darker skinned woman her hair of multiple braids pulled into a low bun and dressed in a sleek deep cut black dress, talking with his targets; a taller black male with a receding hairline and a paler woman on his arms, but he has to stay focused, this is a job after all.
silva who turns when he hears the footsteps coming towards the back alley, wiping the drop of blood that stained the tip of his nail unexpected to see you; the woman talking to the targets earlier. silva thinks he has to kill you too now, what a waste, walking towards you slowly to start his rhythm echo before you speak up. "silva right? you wouldnโt kill me after i sent you on this job.. would you? is that how the zoldycks treat their customers?"
heโs surprised now because, yes ofc silva has taken jobs where the target and customer knew each other, but he wanted to know your story. "why?" you look at silva, eyebrow raised the questioning of a killer. "why what? why did i have you kill them?" you look to the side, their chests caved in and bodies pale, his silence telling you what he wanted.
"well.." you put all your weight on one leg that silva doesnโt hesitate to eye. "that was my father and his wife who was constantly an asshole and he knew the way she treated me. can you believe he was finna give all his money to her including the rest of my college funds?"
"they were going to the bank tomorrow morning, so i needed them dead tonight, while everything was still in my name." you shrug. "it may seem childish to you but your a contract killer, i donโt think you really have a say."
silva just smirks at your pout. "youโre interesting." he thinks he wouldnโt mind keeping an eye or two on you just in case you need his services again of course.
up and coming star oikawa who gets the neighborhood girls coming up to his door, like always, but even more so since he started to get traction outside of your city. girls askin to go out with him, be his arm candy or be in his videos all of them except the one he really wantsโ you.
granted you and him never really talked or hung out before apart from that one time for a school project, but that one time was special to him, and he knew from the way you avoided him and the other athletes that tried to come up to you and chat you up, that you werenโt the type be the center of attention, which he was right about.
you didnโt like the spotlight, at all, the pressure, judginess and mean comments wasnโt for you, so he was ecstatic when he got an rsvp, an invitation, to your new original clothing shop saying you wanted a small reunion, to have a chill party for your success. he jumped right on it, telling his manager heโd be off the grid for a day or two and drove two cities over to your opening.
it was a cute little gathering, there was champagne, appetizers and there were two racks of clothes set out, a few mannequins sporting outfits. you had some of your family and friends and he also recognized a few people from school, he had finally got a moment with you to himself, wanting you to converse with your guests before he hopefully took up the rest of your time.
youโre sat in a temporary booth when oikawa awkwardly walked over, sliding into the seat. "soo.. great turnout right?" you nod giggling when you see him sweat drop. "yes it is, iโm actually very proud of myself." he agrees looking around the store.
"and you should be, this is amazing! i never knew that you did stuff like this, or that you were even into fashion you probably donโt remember me.. but iโm toru oikawa, from 203 science." he rambles his hand rubbing the back of his neck your gentle voice pulling him from his thoughts.
"yea i remember you oikawa. you were popular back then, now youโre famous. i had always wondered where you went." he chuckle dryly. "yea high school.. iโm on a break from volleyball right now i coach occasionally, but iโm a model. ya know, posing and stuff?" you tease a smile on your lips. "yea, i know posing and stuff."
he pauses before looking at you. "i wouldโve never thought you wouldโve given me an invite. i honestly thought i wasnโt even on your radar, you never really hung out with me so itโs surprising that my crush held for this long." your eyes widened when he paled. "you had a crush on me?" the cat was out of the bag and he was too old to be acting like he was still in high school so he confessed while looking off into the distance.
"i mean yea i had a crush on you, a huge one at that. you were cool and quiet, you didnโt care about the popularity and labels but it was like you were avoiding me whenever we were in school." you laugh heartily before scoffing in disbelief.
"i canโt believe you had a crush on me.. i liked you too, but you were always out in the open and had at least 6 girls on your arms, i guess the timing just wasnโt right." he looked at you astonished, a clumsy smile setting on his lips, he held his hand open on the table reaching out to you.
"i mean.. weโre both here right now and not to brag but my crush is still growing, getting stronger by the moment actually." you laugh looking to him then his hand grabbing it, a soft smile on your face. "what a coincidence."
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you sigh in frustration, kneading your temple, sitting on the smooth gym floors. "oh great! thanks for getting us stuck noya, i wouldโve had this happen faster." your tone had a bite to it that noya didnโt know what to make of as he copied you, hesitantly sitting next to you.
"i donโt know if youโre saying this to be sarcastic or hurt my feelings.. either way youโre managing both completely well." you rolled your eyes. "thatโs rough buddy." noya outside of getting yโall stuck in the gym storage had no why you were being so hostile. "why do you hate me?"
you bit your lip looking off to the side before you sighed, eyes feeling heavy. "i donโt hate you.. i just donโt like loud people, you should take a chill pill once in a while.. and then you got us stuck in here! when all i wanted to do was go home and sleep!" he could hear the exasperation in your voice, you must have had a rough day.
"well iโm probably not as comfortable as your bed but you can lay on me.. i-if you want to.. iโll try to be as quiet as possible." you sigh nodding droopily mumbling an "alright." as your sleepy frame fell on noyaโs lap, the two jackets he placed there giving you about as much comfort as two athletic jackets could, but it didnโt matter because as soon as your head hit them you were out like a light.
noya stiffened at the weight of your head in his lap he thought it was a good idea to suggest this, being nice and all, but he needed to move, needed to do anything to distract himself from the fact he was consigned to one place, one spot he looked around near himself, finding nothing but equipment too far from his reach and dust until a lightbulb went off over his headโ you were right in his lap duh!
he looked down at your sleeping face, your eyebrows were scrunched with bags under your eyes as if even in your dreams you were busy at work. his eyes dart to your plump lips, gloss from the beginning of the day probably, fading, maybe from the amount of times you pursed your lips listening to the dumb shit people say. (him included) your mouth slightly opened and he can hear your soft breathing if he listens close enough, which he tries to, leaning over bringing his face closer to yours.
"you look so pretty." he mumbles your eyebrows twitch and noyaโs face heats up he springs up too fast, a hushed yelp rushed from his mouth, your shuffling and agitated mumble of a "shh! shut up." being the only thing to stop him from his internal dilemma, so he pauses calming himself before looking at you again, this time focused on your hair.
the heaviness of the braids sprawled across his lap that he didnโt notice before drawing his attention, he hums picking up a single braid touching it, fingers sliding down the plait feeling the ridges of it he began playing with your hair, braiding the plaits wearing your hair like a mustache and running his fingers through the weave he he stopped hearing a voice on the other side of the door.
"this.. isnโt supposed to be this way." noya clears his throat to level his voice from not talking for so long. "in here! weโre stuck in here!" he hears shuffling on the other side, beginning nudging you to wake up. you groan as the the door clicks open, nishinoya comes face to face with his high school ace, roommate and best friend asahi who pales before taking in the situation of the sleeping brown girl on his best friendโs lap, letting out a heavy sigh thankful that he didnโt make the mistake of interrupting a couple.. again.
noya shakes you awake and you sit up drowsy, rubbing your eyes turning your face to the side to yawn. "so how long have you two been in here?" asahi asks stumped as you both get off the hard floor, you sigh a tan slipping out. โbefore my phone died it was.. i dunno like 3:15 or something." asahi grunts pulling out his phone before looking at noya.
"you both have been in here for almost three hours!.. and where was your phone?" noya follows you out the room raising his hands questioningly. "itโs probably in my backpack. i donโt keep it on me when i practice." the taller male lets out a "makes sense" walking in pace with the shorter one looking behind him to find you trying to stay coherent.
"and what about y/n? howโd she get stuck in there.. with you?" noya looks off to the side blush slowly creeping up neck as he rubbed the back of it, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips. "yeaa that was my fault too." he turns noticing you still behind them he pats asahi on the back "iโll see you back at the dorm." asahi let out a dry "yea just donโt go somewhere getting stuck again because Iโm done for the night."
noya laughed standing still as asahi walked ahead, waiting for you to step by his side before walking in tune with you. you hum softly wondering why he left his friend. "can i walk you to your dorms?" and noya can basically see the sandman dancing in your pretty brown eyes. he observes your face recalling earlier when he was so close making him turn red and look off to the side when you mumbled a "sure i donโt mind." a quiet "okay!" squeaked from his flushed face.
yโall walk in silence for the next 8 minutes as you arrive at your door. you fumble for your keys in your bag when noya finally decides to speak. "so i know that being stuck ina closet with me today wasnโt ideal, but maybe we can do it on purpose one day? if you want i mean i jusโ" he looked at your tired eyes finding your lips pursed before just spitting it out.
"your number.. can i get you number and we can like hang out or something." you pull out a pen, lightly grabbing his wrist, writing your ten digits on his forearm you turn around as soon as you finished, unlocking your door. "donโt text me today, text me tomorrow.. iโm too tired to do anything for the rest of the day." you walk in turning around softly mumbling a "bye noya." softly closing the door.
when the door shut noya looked to his arm to see your number there with a cute heart next to the last digit, he swore he short circuited for a second a hand in the air as he jumped shouting. "yess!" you smile from your bed at noyaโs loudness and his apologies after hearing a few neighbors tell him to shut up.
this is like the sixth time you and the orange haired male ran into each other fighting hollows together, only knowing each other by your bouts. and after this hollowโs defeat he saunters up to you a smile on his charming face. "weโre kinda like batman nโ robin recently."
you scoff taking him in his 6โ2 lean figure slightly slouching as he stood in front of you, his shihakusho clinging to his chest, tightening at his slim waist and flaring out at his feet, his huge zanpakuto strapped against his back and you look up into his brown eyes as he smirked.
"why cuz youโre in love with me?" it was his turn to scoff, cheeks hinting pink. "pshh who said you were batman." you looked at ichigo with a seductive expression tilting you head to the side slightly. "oh really?.. well iโm not robin, iโm able to pull the baddest bitches and.."
you grabbed the underside of his chin tilting his head down so he was eye level with you. ".. you always listen to every order i say and do what i tell you." ichigoโs eyes went low and drifted to your plump glossy two toned lips before looking back to your dark brown eyes as he gulps, a small chuckle leaving past his parted lips.
