𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐬!! Couple charged for public indecency at local night club
Fem reader x Wind Breaker
Cw: public sex in various fonts, drugs/alcohol mention, dubcon/implied con idk, a sprinkle of manipulation
a/n: I think we’ve all gotten a little too carried away on the dance floor before? Felt a little too ambitious, delighted in the way your man’s hold on your hips tenses in hesitation. Maybe a little too drunk on the false pretense of power his desire gives you to realize that you’re playing with fire? Find out what happens when you wind up your Wind Breaker favorites past the point of no return.
Inspired by sister Dri’s tags on this post. Not proof read lets gooo
Disclaimer: All characters mentioned are aged up in their 20’s. Minors do not interact.
# 𝐔𝐧 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨, Mistsuki Kiryu
There is no time to question the velvet seats as the pink haired man all but shoves you past the Black Ice air freshener and into his backseat. Kiryu’s got his fly down faster than should be physically possible. You’d crack a joke but something about the hungry look in his eyes and tightness in his lips around the blunt he’s lighting tells you not to. Maybe you went too far.
Baby ’m sorrrrrryy can we please go back?
Kiryu hadn’t said a word as he dragged you out of the club and into the parking lot, hadn’t even hinted that he was mad so why were you going home so early? You look so pretty all dazed and confused, surrounded by the cloud of smoke he puffs out between drags. He almost feels bad about not having the decency to take you all the way home as maneuvers you in the cramped space, pressing you into the window as he sinks himself inside so deep you both see stars… til he remembers that you didn’t seem to have any remorse for teasing him in the club.
# 𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐨, Hayato Suo
To say that teasing this man is a bad idea would be an understatement. It may as well be the very end of you, because at some point Suo decides to bite back at your cheekiness. He’s openly groping your tits, snaking a hand under your top, knowing his shame ends right where yours begins. People have seen worse at a nightclub.
Hayato knows he really shouldn’t, but the vice your thighs and ass are against his hard on tells him otherwise. You’re practically doing all the movements over your clothes, why not just go all the way? He braces himself against the wall, waiting for your full weight to fall onto him once you realize what he’s doing. It’s dark enough over here that anyone minding their own business wouldn’t notice he’s fucking you right under your skirt. Now it’s your turn to feel out of control, reduced to panting and embarrassed whimpers against his soft kisses as he tells you to be good and hold his load for just one more song.
You’ll pout all the way home and he’ll not so gently remind you not to ask for things you don’t want.
# 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐬, Hajime Umemiya
Ume’s fingers dig into your thighs so hard you almost yelp, wincing at the pressure, thighs parting for him just like he had planned. He does his best to stay focused, driving you home from the club fast as he can, fingers knuckle deep in your sopping cunt to relieve his need. Your whimpers and worshipping of his name do too much and not enough to soothe his need, there’s just no chance he’s making it home in this state. It only takes a split second for him to pull over and climb on top of you in the passengers seat, buttons falling off of his shirt in efforts to feel your skin against his. But the truck isn’t big enough for him, doesn’t give him the space to pick you up and fold you and pile-dive into you the way he needs to.
You’re almost horrified when he pulls you out of the truck in the middle of nowhere. The open air is crisp with a cool sting, a contrast to the warmth of Hajime’s mouth over yours, his body guiding you deeper into the corn field where hopefully no one can see. His silver hair is almost glowing in the moonlight, highlighting the pink that plagues his cheeks as he apologizes for not being able to control himself. But you’ll be good and let him get his fill here, right? C’mon you wouldn’t deny Ume when he needs you the most would you? Not after all he’s done to protect his sweet girl.
# 𝐌𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, Haruka Sakura
Haruka doesn’t exactly think before he acts. It certainly doesn’t help that your kisses are so sweet and your body so inviting as he leads you out the back door of the club and hoists you up against the first wall he can find. He’s not a dancer but couldn’t turn his sweet little girlfriend down when she asked, tits spilling out of your dress as you practically begged. You did this thing with your hips that was absolutely sickening as he tried to keep your pace and now.. well you’re here.
Sakura doesn’t know whether he wants to bring you to the club more often or never bring you back again. But he does know that he’s not waiting a second more to relieve the grating pressure he’s feeling in the head of his cock. Don’t look at him like that! He’s not a perv or anything! You shouldn’tve danced on him like that. Sakura just about explodes the first time you fall all the way down his length with a yelp.
Shit- s-sorry!
He tries to be more gentle but really can’t, not when you’re clinging to him, gummy velvet walls of your cunt hugging and squeezing him for all that he’s got.
# 𝐀𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚’𝐨, Yamato Endo
Dancing with your coworker to pass time during slow hours seemed innocent enough. That is before you got too comfortable, had a little too much fun tempting the bull and he ended up too many inches deep inside of you. He’s in the middle of telling you to keep it quiet when rush hour starts. Orders are flying in left and right now but all you can do is blink through your hazy vision at the customers as Endo skillfully pours up drinks and hands them off from right behind you.
His head is dragging against that spot that makes your knees buckle and a glass shatters on the floor. Endo doesn’t so much as flinch and you have to wonder how he’s keeping his composure and joking with the bar patrons as he makes a complete mess of you. Except he’s not. You’re clamping down on him so hard that he almost fucks up and pours someone a double shot. If he looks down he can see what nobody else can: his cock painted in rings of cream as it disappears inside of you. The sight alone is enough to make him forget he’s at work for a split second, letting out a low groan into your hair as your knees buckle again.
You like that baby?
# 𝐁𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚, Ren Kaji
The type who doesn’t normally like to let anyone in his booth. Lucky you, you’re just his type and Kaji’s feeling up to exceptions tonight! He doesn’t even push you away when you wiggle yourself into the space where his equipment is set at hip height. At first he thinks it feels nice to have a little company up here, doesn’t pay much mind to how pretty you are until after he lazily matches your pace, even picking out songs that make you seat your ass right into his pelvis and grind menacingly slow. He’s angled perfectly to catch the hem of your skirt on his belt buckle, the thin fabric of your panties a pathetic match for his jeans.
Still, it seems Kaji is having a harder time containing himself than you, because now he’s suddenly realizing how thick and succulent your thighs are, the perfect place to— The strain in his waistband becomes unbearable before he can decide if the circles you grind against him are intentionally hitting his cock or not. You really need to stop before he does something stupid like throw on his prerecorded mixes and take you right up against his turntables. But you don’t stop, and neither does he. One wrong move and your pretty moans are broadcasted to the whole club, is it weird that Kaji wouldn’t even mind? He’s not even high tonight but the hum of the bass against his feet and the friction your slick provides as he pumps into you has him feeling absolutely fucked up.
# 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐨, Jo Togame
Don’t hate the player, hate the game, Jo will remind you as he guides your hips into his, thrusting just hard enough to send you stumbling forward if he weren’t holding you steady. The familiar weight in his pants against your ass serves to remind you that this is exactly how he’d be fucking into you… if you weren’t out in public, ‘cause he’s a decent guy y’know? If you’re gonna go out of your way go be a tease then he’ll just have to show you how it’s done.
His breath is cool against your neck when he laughs, knowing he’s driving you crazy if not by the way you turn around and hike up your already too short dress, then by your desperate attempts to guide his hands over your body. Jo’s nice enough to let you get off on his thigh, thrills in the fact that you’re shameless enough to rub your front right over his tensing up as you nearly bring yourself over the edge on him… but he’d rather cum in his pants than give you what you want. A smile all canines greets your almost post orgasm haze, your face twisting into confusion as the stranger walks away.
Wanna take this back to my place next time?
# 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚, Kyotaro Sugishita
The stall is tiny and you’re not sure how Kyo fits in here let alone the both of you. You’re one too many a drink in for the night and you can’t seem to remember much past the dancing and making out and being shoved into this very corner. You can only haphazardly hope he locked the door on the way in because anyone walking into the bathroom would be able to tell what you’re doing by the obnoxious smack smack smack of his balls against your inner thighs and the protest of the unsteady squeaks and groans from walls of the stall.
Kyo stop, someone’s gonna come in an’ see us!
You slur your words, half drunk on your boyfriend’s cock and half on Mexican candy shots. Your heavy lidded eyes meet his sharp gaze, softened only by the fact that his pupils are blown out with pleasure. He smiles a toothy smile, pulling out to watch you twitch and squirm around nothing.
That’s not what this pussy is telling me.
Kyo kisses whatever sass and protest you can muster up away, leaving you writhing and aching, angling your slit over his cock head again. This time he doesn’t stop, even when footsteps shuffle in and quickly out of the restroom.
Not libra slander because that’s my sister sign and I love them, but I have noticed all the libras I have disliked is because they mirror your personality in an obvious way instead of being themselves and I as an Aries hate that because I value being a one of one and nothing irritates me more than someone taking that from me
hes not sneaky about it. midfuck he pulls out and rolls the condom off his cock. he tosses it on your chest so you really see it, so you really know its off. then, when he presses his body into yours, stomach touching stomach, theres no hand guiding his cock. it pokes into your folds as he gently rolls his hips. the third time he does it, he's amazingly close to entering you.
"sukuna," you warn.
"just a couple strokes," he says. "not like you're gonna get knocked up by some precum."
you should protest more, but his cock presses everso slowly into your sore pussy and it curls your spine with pleasure. he's barely inside you, cock pulsing with his heartbeat against you.
"And if you did," he whispers into the shell of your ear. "means your body really needed it."
I hate my attachment style because how am I both “if I push you away, I expect you to chase me down, pin me to the ground and tie me up so I never ever try to leave again” AND “if you push me away I will do you one better and throw myself ten miles further”
