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🍋 Assistance (Kurogiri x Reader)

You sat on the edge of your bed, the soft mattress cushioning you from the cold, hard floor. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep the outside world at bay, you had missed your lover Kurogiri who had far too busy. Your heart raced, your breaths shallow, as your hand slid under the covers. It was a solitary act, a secret shared with no one.

In the quiet of the evening, you hadn't noticed the subtle sound of fabric shifting behind you. Kurogiri had entered unannounced. His eyes were sharp, catching the flicker of movement beneath the covers. He paused, curiosity piqued by your sudden stillness. You were so focused on your private moment that you didn't hear the door open or the light step that followed.

He watched for a beat longer, the scene before him unexpected but not entirely unwelcome. His mind worked quickly, calculating the best approach. He could simply leave, respect your privacy, or... there was a glint in his eye as he saw the opportunity. He decided to make his presence known, his voice low and amused, "Looks like I've caught you in quite the predicament."

Your hand froze, your cheeks burning as you turned to face him. Kurogiri leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I can tell you're in need of a little... assistance," he said, his smile widening as your mortification grew. You sputtered, trying to come up with an excuse, a reason for why you were doing what you were doing. But the words didn't come. Instead, you felt a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal, a potent cocktail that made you squirm.

"Don't bother explaining," he continued, his voice like silk. "I've got a better idea." He stalked closer, his movements graceful despite his size. Your eyes widened as he knelt beside you, his hand reaching out to gently guide yours away. "Let me take over," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear.

The first touch of his hand was surprisingly tender, his fingers brushing against your skin with a feather-light touch. You felt yourself leaning into him, your body reacting instinctively to the intimacy of the moment. His hand slipped under the fabric, his touch growing bolder, and you couldn't help the gasp that escaped your lips. It was wrong. You knew it was wrong, but the sensation was too good to resist.

Kurogiri chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. He knew you were hooked, and he reveled in the power he held over you. His other hand reached out to stroke your cheek, turning your face towards him. "You know you want this," he murmured, his eyes searching yours for any sign of protest. But all he saw was desire, raw and unfiltered. "Let go, and let me show you just how good it can be."

With trembling hands, you nodded, giving him the silent permission he sought. His fingers replaced yours, expertly moving in a rhythm that had your breaths coming faster. The room seemed to close in around you. The only sounds your gasps and his deep, steady breaths. His touch was a symphony of sensation, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. You felt your muscles tighten, your core pulsing with need.

As your arousal grew, so did his own. His hand grew more insistent, his breathing more ragged. He leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "Do you like that?" he whispered, his voice a dark promise. You nodded again, unable to speak, lost in the intensity of the moment. He smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes, and his hand picked up the pace.

Your back arched, pushing your body into his touch. His eyes remained locked on yours, he enjoyed watching you squirm, seeing the way your pupils dilated and your cheeks flushed. It was a heady power, one he hadn't felt in a very long time.

"Kurogiri..." You breathed out his name, a plea for more, a plea for release. He chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing with excitement. "You're so responsive," he murmured, his voice a seductive rumble that seemed to resonate through your very soul. He leaned closer, his cheek brushing against yours, his smoke-like head enveloping you in a warm, comforting embrace. The sensation was strange, but it added an extra layer to the intimacy that was building between you.

His hand continued its relentless rhythm, working magic on your sensitive flesh. Your body was no longer your own. It was his to control, his to pleasure. He could feel your breath hitch, could feel the twitch under his touch, and he knew you were close. "Come for me," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "Let me see how beautiful you are when you let go."

The words were like a trigger, sending you spiraling over the edge. Your body convulsed, your orgasm crashing through you like a wave. You cried out, and your eyes squeezed shut as you rode the peak of pleasure. It was intense. It was overwhelming. It was everything you never knew you needed. And through it all, Kurogiri's hand never stopped moving, prolonging the ecstasy, drawing it out until you thought you might break apart.

As the last tremor subsided, you slumped against the bed, your body sated, but your mind racing. Kurogiri's hand remained, his fingers slowly tracing patterns on your skin as he watched you with a smug satisfaction. You couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips despite the embarrassment that still lingered. You felt... exposed, vulnerable in a way you hadn't in a long time. But with Kurogiri, there was also a comfort, a sense of safety that was as intoxicating as the pleasure he had just given you.

He leaned back, his gaze never leaving yours. "I take it you enjoyed that?" His voice was playful, teasing, and you couldn't help the blush that crept up your neck. You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. "I could tell," he said with a smile in his eyes. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, his warmth enveloping you.

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