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[🔞] possessive - chifuyu

A/N: this one is nsfw so skip it if you don't like it! also reader is afab in this one, sorry :)

Chifuyu had always had a little bit of a possessive streak.

Back before Toman when he was at the peak of his rough-and-tumble delinquency, his school had been his turf, and he made sure people knew it. Just like he made sure people knew he was Baji's second in command and nobody else was. And just like he was about to make sure everyone knew you were his.

Imagine his displeasure when he found out some other Toman nobodies were making advances on you after meetings, and imagine his displeasure when he found out they were a part of the First Division. He almost kicked them out of Toman at first, but instead settled for threatening the living daylights out of them. His underlings seemed sufficiently terrified, but how would Chifuyu make sure it would never happen again?

He would display for all the world to see that you belonged to him.

You let out a breathy moan as Chifuyu bit down on the side of your neck, and he relished in the sound. Sandwiched between him and the door, his knee between your legs, your neck was already littered with dark spots and love bites. But it wasn't enough.

You bit down on your lip to silence another groan as Chifuyu kissed down your collarbones and down your bare chest, and his eyes slid up to bore holes into yours.

"Uh-uh," he hummed against your skin, eyes darkened. "Let me hear all your pretty noises."  You whimpered, nodding your head, and a slow smile crept onto your lover's lips.

"That's it, love," he murmured, and, seeking to reward you for your good behavior, latched onto one of your breasts, rolling the other in between his fingers. You gasped, back arching, and, as you moved, your already dripping sex grazed and pressed into Chifuyu's leg between your thighs. You whined, and Chifuyu almost moaned himself, overtaken with lust. He loved it when you enjoyed yourself.

"Fuyu," you stuttered, hands gripping at his hair, legs quivering. "Please..."

He grinned at the trembling mess you had been reduced to, proud of his handiwork. "Please what, angel?" he cooed, licking over one of the bruises on your neck for good measure. "Use your words, love." His hands trailed slowly down your body, one stroking your inner thigh while the other toyed with the waistband of your underwear. Your eyes squeezed shut.

"Please— please... touch me," you managed, mouth thick with desire, and you felt his fingers move upwards from your thigh.

"As you wish," Chifuyu said, and dragged his fingers slowly along your clothed folds. The pleasure was blinding. You threw your head back and groaned at the sensation, almost losing the strength in your knees and tumbling to the ground.

Chifuyu would have none of that, and gently led you by the waist to his bed. He laid you down, arranging pillows behind your head to prop you up, and left a sweet, lingering kiss on your lips for good measure. He laid down beside you, propped up on one elbow, and brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, hands working to slide your underwear down your legs, and your already blushing cheeks heated even further.

You thought to say something, respond to the compliment, but all thought processes were cut short as Chifuyu slid a finger through your naked wetness, coating the skin with a thin sheen. You swore you saw stars, and your clit ached with anticipation.

He set a slow pace, circling lazily, and you already felt like you were on fire. Whines and moans fell from your lips unbidden, and you stuttered your lover's name like a prayer. He smiled softly.

"Does it feel good, love?" he asked, looking at you through his lashes, and you tried to nod but you couldn't. You could only throw your head back and groan, fisting the bedsheets. Chifuyu pressed a soft kiss to your jaw and switched to his thumb.

"You're mine, you hear that?" he muttered into your ear, and you cried out as he sunk one finger into you slowly, down to the knuckle, and then the other. He punctuated his sentence with a sharp press of his thumb to your nub, and you keened.

"I'm yours," you stammered, parroting him, and he hummed in contentment.

"Very good, love," he cooed, rewarding you with a pump of his fingers. You squirmed under him, breathing heavily. "You're being so good for me today."

Praises fell from his lips as he set a steady pace, fingers thrusting in and out with his thumb still circling your clit unhurried. You were beginning to fall apart, and he could tell.

"Just a little more, sweetheart," he murmured, lightly curling his fingers inside you, and you groaned in response, bucking your hips up to meet his hand. Your cries became louder, more frantic as he continued, and he knew you were close. With a few more thrusts your walls began to flutter around his fingers, and he knew it was the end.

He moved to finish you off with a kiss, but decided against it and instead leaned down to hear every noise you made as you came hard against his hand.

"That's it, sweetheart," he cooed as you rode out your high, babbling his name over and over again. He never stopped once, fucking you through your whole orgasm, only slowing once your breathing evened out and your head fell back against the pillows. Now he gave you that kiss, tongue circling languidly, and removed his fingers.

"Fuyu," you sighed, eyes glazed over. Chifuyu tilted his head and gazed down at you affectionately.

"Yes, my love?"

Instead of speaking you just kissed him again, hands wandering and cupping his face and brushing back his hair and trailing down his sides— and he chuckled softly.

"What, that eager for more, sweetheart?"

You blushed heavily, but nodded. Damn if you weren't going to milk this opportunity with everything you had.

"As you wish," he dipped his head in acknowledgement, sealing the deal with another press of his lips to yours.

Hopefully the neighbors would hear. Hopefully the whole world would hear. That would teach them to never try anything with you ever again.