synopsis ➸ shuuhei’s never been that defensive about anything—not until your fingers brushed against that journal. he avoided your questions, avoided you, like distance would make you forget. but you didn’t forget, and now he knows curiosity was always going to win.
tags ➸ friends to lovers, strong sexual tension, mutual pining, objectification, dirty talk, manhandling, mention of alcohol, teeny tiny smidge of angst, fingering, mention of masturbation, praise kink, degradation, name-calling, unprotected sex, creampie, desk sex, teasing, orgasm denial, hair-pulling
wc ➸ 10.7k
The rhythmic thud of your sandals echoed down the empty corridor as you made your way towards Hisagi's quarters within the Ninth Division barracks. Despite the late hour, you couldn't quite smother the eager grin tugging at the corners of your mouth in anticipation of your weekly ritual.
Your friendship with the ruggedly handsome lieutenant stretched back centuries to those earliest, scrappiest days when you'd both entered the academy as idealistic youths. Joining the ranks of the Gotei 13 should have driven wedges and rivalries between you - dividing loyalties towards captains, codes, and duties. But against all odds, Hisagi remained your closest confidante and most steadfast companion regardless of divisions or responsibilities.
Which was likely why your secretive tradition of hitting one of the remote hole-in-the-wall sake dens every seventh night felt so sacrosanct - a simple indulgence you guarded with almost zealous reverence. Those dimly lit tavern corners became sanctuaries where the two of you could shed your personas as esteemed lieutenants, trade bawdy jokes and raucous laughter without prying eyes judging. Just two more weathered souls peeling back the facades for a few blessed hours each week before dusting off and rejoining the fray once more.
Your sandals finally slowed to a halt before the unassuming wooden paneling of Hisagi's personal quarters. Rapping out the signature pattern of knuckle-raps that had become your calling card, you fought not to start bouncing on the balls of your feet like an overeager child. It had been far too long since your last rendezvous and the familiar anticipation already sang in your blood like a fine whiskey's burn.
"Open up, slacker!" You hollered without preamble, half-turning to eye the shadows rippling along the corridor behind you. "Unless you're hoping to stand me up for drinks for the second week in a row?"
There was no immediate answer save for the subtlest shifting of floorboards beyond the door's threshold. You arched one brow skyward, senses instantly attuned for any subtle tells of Hisagi's whereabouts. Surely your oldest friend wouldn't attempt anything so brazen as avoiding you on purpose?
Before you could voice any further half-jeering inquiries, the heavy paneling slid aside with an abrupt groan. Hisagi's silhouette filled the dim aperture - features stoic yet clearly rumpled in a way that suggested he'd been unexpectedly roused from slumber.
"You've got a hell of a sense of timing tonight," he muttered by way of greeting, voice still gravelly and thick from restless sleep. You allowed your gaze to unapologetically rake over him with a snort.
"And you look even rougher than usual, tough guy," you fired back without missing a beat. "Didn't anyone ever teach you polite society demands putting on something besides those god-awful pajamas before welcoming company?"
He glanced down at his ratty yukata with an exaggerated roll of his eyes, already seeming to wake and bristle into your familiar back-and-forth with each acerbic volley. "Piss off, you nosy little gnat. Just be grateful I let you in at all instead of keeping this 'polite company' waiting out in the hall all night."
"You always were terrible at bluffing," you quipped, already angling your shoulder past his half-hearted block to barge your way inside with your usual brand of familiarity. "Ten seconds in that viper pit of a barrack's hall and you'd be whipped into a state over worrying about me getting 'ravaged by scoundrels' again, remember?"
Hisagi simply grunted in dry amusement as you beelined straight for his desk - the only section of his otherwise spartan living quarters that showed any semblance of life or disarray beyond the unmade bed. Bottle caps, crumpled parchment and various odds and ends were scattered amongst other jetsam in a clear display of the organized chaos his creative tendencies tended to foster.
Picking your way amidst the clutter, you were already reaching to snatch up one of the more promising sheafs of parchment when Hisagi's larger hand suddenly clamped down over your wrist with surprising force. Your brows shot upward at the abrupt movement and you glanced up to find him regarding you with clear, purposeful intent.
"Don't start rifling through my desk again uninvited," he said in the type of low, grave cadence most soldiers reserved only for discussing kill counts or battlefield triage with fresh recruits. "It's rude as hell, and you aren't a child anymore able to use that excuse of 'curiosity'."
Raising your free hand in a dramatic flourish, you rolled your eyes right back at him in an exaggerated display of nonchalance. "Relax, I'm not about to go messing around with the reports or personnel files I know you're hiding in there somewhere."
Hisagi's grip slackened fractionally but he still maintained the watchful stare, clearly not fully placated. So you opted to double down with that signature mischievous grin you knew drove him particularly nuts whenever displayed.
"It's just impossible to resist getting a sneak-peek at you attempting creative writing again." You let one shoulder rise and fall in a deliberately lackadaisical shrug. "Honestly, am I not allowed to at least cringe over your latest overly sappy sermons you've inflicted on your division already?"
Rather than rising to your playful ribbing, however, Hisagi's expression seemed to tighten incrementally into a strained mask that immediately set your instincts buzzing. Your grin wavered as he slowly withdrew his hand and pivoted back towards the cluttered desk in question - movements heavy and weighted as he seemed to stalk towards one particular drawer along the bottom row.
Only when you glimpsed what specific sheaf of parchment sat upon the distressed wood surface nearest did the first flickers of trepidation truly take root. There, wrapped in leather binding and accompanied by a scattered assortment of well-worn quills, sat a thick journal of some sort. Larger and more cumbersome than any log or typical report manifest you'd witnessed Hisagi toting around in the past.
Something about the innocuous-seeming artifact seemed to catalyze a shift in the very atmosphere as Hisagi carefully palmed its cover and drew it flush against his midsection with slow, deliberate protectiveness. Your gaze tracked the subtle motion with a mounting sense of unease thrilling along your nerves.
"Uh...Hisagi, what's with the stuffy bodyguard routine all of a sudden?" You asked in what you hoped came across as a blasé, unaffected tone. "Pretty sure that sad little journal is about the least scandalous-looking thing on this entire disaster of a desk."
Rather than immediately responding, Hisagi simply turned that inscrutable, heavy-lidded stare onto you once more. You squared your shoulders reflexively beneath the scrutiny's weight, suddenly feeling oddly pinned by the sheer sobriety in his eyes.
When at last he spoke, the words emerged in a low, sonorous rumble laced with subtle tension. "It's personal, that's all. Writing that I'd consider...private."
Your snort rebounded before you could think better of it, instantly cracking the fragile tension like a whip through glass. "Oh come on, don't tell me you're STILL too embarrassed to share any of your poetry with me all these centuries later?"
Before you could properly react or continue poking fun, Hisagi abruptly pivoted and made to slide the thick journal back into its drawer home. You instinctively surged forward, hand darting out to try snatching the tome before he could sequester it away.
"Seriously? After all these years you're still going to keep me in the dark about your little scribbles?" You half-whined, frustration burning at his reticence over something you'd always shared so freely between each other.
Unfortunately, your lunge was a fraction too slow—Hisagi smoothly withdrawing and securing the journal's weight back against his chest in one deft motion. His larger frame eclipsed your comparatively smaller one as you suddenly found yourself trapped against the press of his torso, effectively pinning you in place.
"Enough, brat," he growled down at you, though there was more frustrated affection than true heat behind the gruff words. "This is one aspect of my life I'm not discussing or having you pry into. Period."
You opened your mouth to fire off another retort, only to find the barb shriveling on your tongue as Hisagi's arms came up to bracket you more fully against the unforgiving wooden desk. His piercing slate gaze locked with yours from such intimate proximity—steady and laced with a gravelly undercurrent you couldn't quite parse in that breathless instant.
"I'm serious," Hisagi rumbled, words emerging slightly thicker and deeper than before. "Drop the subject and quit trying to always unravel every single facet about me. Have some respect for boundaries this once, will you?"
Despite the clear note of warning thrumming through his timbre, you were far too distracted by the sudden shift in dynamics to properly process it. Your senses had abruptly kicked into hyperdrive—each inhale painted in exquisite detail as you became hyper-aware of Hisagi's clean, masculine scent enveloping you completely. The maddening warmth radiating from his battle-honed physique where it pressed flush against your ribcage in a solid, unyielding barricade.
You swallowed hard on a reflex you couldn't quite quantify beyond your pulse points suddenly kicking into a steadily mounting gallop against the unforgiving compression of your mutual position. Just as you felt the first flush of heat threatening to creep up the back of your neck in a visible blush, Hisagi seemed to register the same charged undercurrents stewing between your seized breaths.
With a low exhalation, the hard lines of tension gripping his features gradually softened into something more rueful. His palms suddenly rested against the desk's edge on either side of your hips, easing back just enough to restore an infinitesimal ribbon of space between your bodies.
"Look, I...didn't mean to manhandle you quite so roughly there," he muttered, suddenly seeming unable to meet your stare directly. His jaw clenched with clear consternation as one hand raked through the sleep-tousled locks framing his forehead. "Jumped straight to combat mode being territorial over something that has no real business coming between us, did I?"
You exhaled a shaky breath of your own, clawing your way back from the thrall of whatever blazing undercurrents had nearly sparked between you. Managing a jerky shake of your head, you forced a wry smirk to take the sting out of whatever lingering awkwardness remained.
"Since when have you ever stopped yourself from manhandling this annoying pest whenever I started pushing your buttons?" You shot back, going for a breezy tone of normalcy. "I clearly touched a serious nerve bringing up whatever that journal is about. Just say the word and I'll back off, promise."
Hisagi's stare returned to yours - steady and assessing for a prolonged beat. Then finally, some of the residual tension bled from his shoulders, and he offered his own lopsided quirk of amusement in kind.
"What would be the point? We both know you'll just keep poking and prodding no matter what until I finally give you a proper ration of bullshit to shut you up."
You feigned a theatrical gasp of outrage. "Why Shuuhei, I'm deeply wounded you think I have such little restraint and maturity after all these years!"
His answering snort was both eloquent and richly laced with fond sarcasm as you both finally began separating on a mutual unspoken accord. Squaring his shoulders, Hisagi slid the full brunt of his focus towards getting ready for your evening out - hands already smoothing down the sleep-tousled yukata and fishing out his uniform from a nearby chest.
"Yeah, yeah...just give me a few minutes to make myself look decent enough for showing up on your arm in public, at least," he said distractedly, already disrobing without preamble. "Then we can finally get to drowning our respective bullheaded sorrows in far too much mediocre booze like we always do."
You felt your resulting laugh bubbling up from deep in your chest - full-bodied and welcome in the wake of whatever charged frisson had nearly sparked between you. It was a balm against the lingering uncertainties suddenly swirling like smoky eddies thanks to that unexpected exchange. A comforting reminder that no matter how much either of you continued evolving as individuals, your orbit would always intersect and realign on this eternal constant course between kindred souls.
"You know the rules, slacker," you tossed over your shoulder as you turned towards the exit to afford him some modicum of privacy while changing. "First one finished buying the first round has to make sure the other's cup stays filled all evening without complaining!"
Hisagi's derisive snort chased after you halfway down the hallway, already returning to steadier, more familiar ground despite the recent tremors between you.
-
The raucous din of the crowded izakaya enveloped you both like a living force the second you stepped through the entrance. Rambunctious shouts and laughter echoed off the low wooden ceilings, hazy with pipesmoke and the thick, cloying aromas of sizzling meats and fermented spirits.
Within minutes you'd managed to secure one of the more secluded alcove booths tucked against the shadowy rear - as per your longstanding tradition. Obscured from prying eyes by the artful arrangement of hanging scrolls, you two could finally shed the aura of esteemed leadership you'd worn throughout the day.
"Need you to start pouring before I resort to simply upending one of these bottles down my throat," Hisagi groused from across the small table, already shucking off his outer robes to reveal the plain undershirt beneath.
You snorted indelicately, automatically reaching for the nearest ceramic decanter and glasses to begin filling them to the brim. "Believe me, you aren't the only one already pondering simply swimming face-first into the sauce tonight."
Hisagi grunted in acknowledgment, gratefully accepting the overflowing cup and downing nearly half in one protracted pull. Already you could feel the subtle shift beginning - his shoulders gradually rounding out as the rigid tension bled away incrementally with each hit of alcohol.
Matching him pull for steadying pull, you allowed your own persona to slough off layer by grumbling layer until the only aspects remaining were your most unguarded selves. The two of you who had served as dearest confidantes to a raw, unvarnished authenticity never permitted anywhere beyond these four walls.
"I saw the updated patrol schedules today," you offered up after refilling Hisagi's cup for the third time. His brows perked with faint interest. "Looks like division six and eleven are getting paired up for scouting rotations in Rukongai again next quarter."
"Of course they would stick those sorry assholes with the furthest, most miserable reaches imaginable," Hisagi grumbled before taking another steadying draught. Already, you could detect the faintest slur beginning to tinge his consonants. "My money's on Ichiro defecting and trying to overthrow the whole charade within ten days tops."
"Pfft, you're far too kind with those odds," you shot back around a mouthful of sake. "Give me five and I'll put serious funds behind at least three separate attempts on that prick's life before they all finally kill each other off."
The barrage of snarky diatribes and mutual bitching continued flowing without pause - each of you indulging in an escalating cascade of gossip and embellished truths about mutual acquaintances. With each sip and uncomplimentary lambasting shared, the weights of rank and propriety fell further away in tatters.
Before long, you were both thoroughly ensconced in a warm, liquor-soaked bliss of levity and affection reserved solely for the sacred confines of your private ritual. Hisagi's arm slung over the backrest so his knuckles brushed the nape of your neck, calluses skating deliciously along your sensitized skin. Meanwhile, you slumped further and further into his orbit until your flushed sides practically melded into one long line of contact as the night burned on.
By the time you drained yet another bottle and took stock of your increasingly muddled surrounds, the tavern's ambient chaos seemed to have lulled into a soothing murmur. Hisagi leaned back with a contented groan, swiping his wrist across his mouth before bestowing you with a lazy, lopsided smile.
"Made it this far without you peppering me with personal invasions or interrogations," he remarked with a teasing glint in his hooded gaze. "Almost impressed at how well-behaved you've remained tonight, brat."
You mustered up an affected gasp alongside a mock swat at his sculpted bicep that missed by a mile. "The night's still young, ruffian! And I absolutely reserve my rights to harass you with endless chatter until last call if I so desire."
Rather than rise to your playful bait, however, Hisagi simply hummed and let his gaze drift lower - taking in your rumpled state with those piercing smolders that always made something flutter traitorously low in your core. His full lips curved higher in an indulgent smirk as he seemed to lean fractionally nearer across the narrow table's divide.
"Be my guest, pest," he murmured in a voice gone deliciously low and rumbly. The whiskey notes of his warm breath ghosting across your cheek kindled fresh embers along your veins. "Just don't say I failed to warn you when those nosing instincts lead you down paths best left untouched..."
Your pulse immediately kicked up several notches at the subtle shiver of foreboding laced through his words. Squaring your shoulders and mouth setting into a petulant moue, you quickly decided chasing away the heaviness via a more lighthearted approach.
"Sounds like someone's deflecting being called out by pre-emptively playing the cryptic brooding card," you countered with a dramatic roll of your eyes. "Real mature, Hisagi. Almost makes me want to revisit that old journal back at your quarters after all..."
Hisagi's entire demeanor shifted on a dime back into that granite solemnity from earlier - eyes briefly flashing as molten iron flooded their depths. Then, just as swiftly, it seemed to bank down into smoky embers as he slung one heavy forearm across the table's surface and leveraged nearer until you could practically taste his intoxicating, masculine aura.
"You really want to go there?" he growled, voice rendered into something carnal and edged with a sinful promise you couldn't quite trace the origins of. "Want me to confess all the ugly skeletons I've got rattling around in those private scribbles of mine? Because I can tell you right now they involve enough wretched truths that you'd instantly start looking at me differently, pest..."
The raw timbre underpinning each provocative word seemed to lance straight through your rattled defenses and scorch across your insides in tingling licks. You found yourself utterly transfixed - instincts caught in a limbo of fascination and wariness you couldn't properly navigate.
So you did the only thing you could think of in that suspended heartbeat and lurched forward to slap a palm across Hisagi's lap in a defiant feint aimed at redirecting the conversation back on steadier ground.
"Alright, alright! I yield for now on prying into your tortured creative process, slacker," you blustered with affected swagger, punctuating your words with a series of insistent pats against his solid thigh. "But only if you can promise to lighten the hell up and just enjoy the rest of this blessed evening I so painstakingly planned!"
Hisagi stared at you for one heated, loaded beat before his entire frame seemed to slacken incrementally—that familiar leonine aura of shameless charisma bleeding back into place as he reclined with a gravelly chuckle. One broad palm dropped to squeeze your knee in a grounding caress that instantly set your world back onto a more stable axis.
"Fine, but only because your petulant nagging gives me high blood pressure otherwise," he rumbled in a tone dripping pure fond indulgence. "Happy now that you've managed to unravel the surly beast once more, little brat?"
You felt the answering tug of your lips stretching into an unabashed grin. "More than you could possibly handle right now, tough guy. Now how about we call this dive's lazy attendants back over and get a fresh round going? These cups look far too empty for my tastes still..."
"As long as you're the one putting coin towards the next cask," Hisagi shot back, already jostling you with his solid weight in clear needling. "My coin purse is strictly off-limits after the damage you did to my finances last time!"
And just like that, the cadence of casual barbs, banter and deepening camaraderie resumed unchecked as you both settled into the unspoken ritual's familiar rhythms once more. No probing subject unturned, no judgements left unchallenged or dared spoken between souls so bonded that a lifetime could be lived in a single evening's descent.
At least until well past the izakaya's final call and looming trek home, that was...
-
The cool night breeze ghosted across your flushed skin as you finally stumbled out of the stifling izakaya's confines and into the narrow back alleys winding towards your quarters. Hisagi's solid weight bracketed you from behind - one muscular arm looped around your waist to keep you upright while his chest radiated delicious furnace-warmth against your back.
"Easy there, heavy-pour," he rumbled into your hairline, breath stirring the sweaty wisps along your nape. "You're doing a better job keeping your bearings than usual, but let's not get cocky just yet."
You couldn't quite bite back the snort of indignation that bubbled up at his teasing condescension. Craning your head back, you leveled him with as imperious a stare as you could muster through the pleasant sake-haze swimming behind your vision.
"Watch it, smart mouth," you shot back while digging your elbow lightly into his rock-solid abdominals. "Or else someone might think you've got yourself all protective just to get me alone in the dark for other purposes..."
Hisagi's deep, thrumming laughter vibrated through your conjoined frames in a way that somehow set your already over-sensitized nerves alight. "Bold of you to assume I've got any intentions beyond escorting your drunk ass home safely like every other time."
You huffed in feigned indignation, rounding the next dimly lit corner and shaking off his stabilizing support. "Excuses, excuses. Face it Shuuhei — for once your agenda tonight involves walking a pretty, slightly sloshed girl all the way back to her doorstep. Clearly you're gunning for at least a casual fling out of this whole gentlemanly charade!"
Hisagi arched one brow in a show of mock seriousness, hooking his thumbs through his sashes as you both slowed to a halt before your front entrance. You made a dramatic twirl to face him full-on, utterly ignoring the way your head spun slightly with the abrupt pivot.
"Is that so?" he asked in a rumbling baritone gone sinfully lower than before. "And here I thought all the liquid courage sloshing through your veins had just addled your faculties for propriety at last."
You grinned back at him through your sake-flushed haze, utterly unrepentant. "Don't play coy with me tonight, tough guy. I see that heated little glimmer you've been trying so hard to repress every time you think I'm not looking."
Bracing your palms against his solid chest, you leaned up on your tiptoes to bring your faces into intimate proximity deliberately. The crisp clean scent of his shampoo and sword oil shampoo enveloped your senses, kindling fresh tendrils of molten heat low in your core as you drank him in at this range.
"You've had the hots for this hot little body of mine for centuries now," you breathed in a lower, throatier cadence designed to roll directly along his nerves in a sensual caress. "So why not man up and make tonight the one where you finally get a taste?"
A loud clatter from the nearby courtyard punctuated your words, shattering through the thickening undercurrents like physical percussion. You watched with a sense of vertigo intensifying as Hisagi's throat bobbed convulsively on a thick swallow. When his piercing gun-steel regard locked onto yours once more, you felt your breath stall in your lungs.
"Someone's feeling adventurous after tipping back a few too many cups," he growled, though the deep resonance carried none of the usual dismissive edge you'd steeled yourself for. "But even if I were tempted to satisfy those filthy little cravings clouding your hazy mind tonight…what makes you think you could handle the hunger raging inside me?"
Your fingertips skated lower along the ridges and crests of musculature flexing beneath his robed until they skirted the waistband digging into taut obliques. Feeling positively incandescent with bravado, you allowed your thumbs to slip beneath its warm confines in a delicious implication.
"Because maybe I've been hungrily eyeing this big, strapping soldier myself whenever your back was turned," you husked in a whisper meant only for Hisagi's burning ears to consume. "Checking out the absolutely sinful size and shape you've been packing beneath these boring robes all this time..."
Hisagi exhaled a low, shuddering rasp at the bald-faced provocation laced through your words. His strong palms suddenly clamped down on the curves of your hips, utterly halting your teasing exploration southward with bruising insistence.
"Mind where those naughty little fingers start wandering if you can't back up that cocky mouth of yours," he rumbled in a cadence gone guttural and loaded with enough gravelly promise to make your knees wobble dangerously. "This hard-on's been begging to get broken loose and properly used for over an hour now after watching your lips run all evening..."
You felt a tremor rack your limbs as your arousal spiked into dizzying new altitudes. Every breath you sucked down seemed to scorch straight through your lungs - body thrumming like a live wire ready to detonate into blissful detonation at any second.
Somehow you found the wherewithal to tip your chin higher in defiance, determined to meet Hisagi's lascivious challenge head-on rather than buckling beneath its intensity. "If that's your game then ante up, tough guy, because this thirsty little mouth has been starving to—"
The words shriveled and died on your tongue as Hisagi suddenly banded one thick forearm around your lower back and wrenched your bodies fully together into a scorching, unyielding crush. Your core spasmed against the searing bulwark of his arousal pinning you open and utterly claimed, mouth falling open on a shuddering inhale.
"Last chance to walk away before I utterly demolish that self-control you're barely clinging to," Hisagi growled against the fevered pulse at your throat. "Because once I've had my fill of those sweet lips, my conquest won't end until I've buried this cock balls-deep and left you a ruined, sobbing wreck in your wake..."
Any lingering traces of playful, alcohol-fueled bravado threatening to spill over into full-blown reckless abandon rapidly iced over as you watched an unreadable expression shutter over Hisagi's features.
It was as if a switch had been flipped - the electric, magnetic charge rapidly leaching from the atmosphere as he seemed to withdraw within himself. You stood there frozen, lips parted and breath coming in shallow pants from the searing proximity you'd allowed yourselves to drift into.
Then Hisagi recoiled with a muttered curse, putting a careful span of distance between your tangled frames with a none-too-gentle shove against your midsection. The action rang out like a gunshot's concussive force in the static-charged silence. You staggered back a half-step, utterly poleaxed and off-kilter with visceral whiplash from how swiftly the undercurrents had changed.
"Get inside and sleep it off," Hisagi bit out in a low, gruff tone devoid of any previous heated edge or familiarity. His hooded gaze remained carefully averted, almost as if he couldn't quite bring himself to meet your blatantly confused stare head-on anymore.
"But...Shuuhei, what—" you stammered out around the knot of bewilderment clogging your windpipe. "We were just—I mean, I thought you wanted—"
"Yeah well, clearly we let things go too far down a road best not traveled tonight," he cut you off, tone clipped and borderline harsh in its inflectionless finality. "My judgment was skewed earlier is all. I shouldn't have indulged toeing those types of boundaries, however indirectly. Not with you."
The last few words landed with all the weight and blunt impact of gravel clattering against the planks beneath your sandals. Before you could formulate any further queries or reactions beyond sheer stupefied hurt, Hisagi had already turned on his heel and set off down the street at a brisk, ground-eating stride.
"Get some rest," he tossed over his shoulder without glancing back even once. "And don't worry, there's no need to overthink things here. I've got enough control for us both to avoid making the same mistake again any time soon..."
You watched his steadily retreating silhouette until it disappeared around the next corner, numbness settling icy cold in your limbs and gut in equal measure. The night seemed to stretch out before you in an endless, lonely expanse as the solitude rapidly enveloped.
When you finally gathered enough wherewithal to fumble your way back inside and collapse into the sheets, it felt as if much more than physical exhaustion had simply leached straight from your marrow over those last few excruciating moments. Drained and hollow, you let the blackness swallow you down with nary a protest.
-
True to his parting vow, Hisagi remained conspicuously absent in the following days and nights—apparently keeping his distance with rigid, almost obsessive determination.
You tried not to read too deeply into the sting of his intentional avoidance, telling yourself it was likely his way of simply allowing things to smoothe over after your heated encounter at your door. But the more the hurt festered like an open wound picking up subtle toxins, the harder it became to ignore.
Attempts at checking up inevitably went unanswered with increasing finality. Any random paths you crossed only led to Hisagi retreating before you could so much as exchange stilted greetings—that hooded, opaque look from before firmly in place.
Unable to quell the nagging, sour frustration bubbling higher each time he ducked your presence and company so successfully, you finally reached the end of your patience by week's end. Determined for some sort of resolution, you marched directly towards Hisagi's personal quarters with fists clenched and a slew of choice grievances fully prepared on your tongue.
However, when you rounded the final dim hallway bent, you found his door hanging slightly ajar and his alcove suspiciously empty. No sounds or indications of recent activity resonating from within the hollow gloom beyond his empty threshold. Steeling your jaw, you pressed forward and slipped inside his personal sanctum to find it as deserted as you'd initially feared.
Wherever Hisagi was currently avoiding you, it apparently wasn't his own standard haunt within these walls. A spark of petulant ire ignited along your nerves, refusing to be stymied by this latest turn.
You fumed silently as you paced back and forth across Hisagi's cramped personal quarters, trying to decide your next move. The anger burned hotter with each passing minute he remained absent and evasive. Part of you entertained the notion of simply waiting right here until he inevitably returned so you could finally force a confrontation. But an even bigger part itched to take a more proactive approach - to actively hunt him down and corner him so this childish cold shoulder act couldn't continue any longer.
As you whirled towards the exit with renewed determination, your gaze fell upon the leather-bound journal sitting in clear view atop Hisagi's chaotic desk. The same personal, off-limits journal he'd been so adamant about keeping private just the other night. Now it laid open before you as if inviting you to finally unravel its heavily-guarded secrets.
You paused mid-stride, chewing your lower lip as you wrestled with the desire to respect his privacy despite his current bullheaded antics. But the longer you stared at that innocuous-looking tome, the more your curiosity gnawed at your restraint. With a huff of annoyance at Hisagi for putting you in this position, you finally stalked over and snatched up the journal with shaky hands.
The first few entries were utterly mundane - detailing tedious duty rosters, patrol rotations, and other numbing bureaucratic responsibilities you'd have expected to fill its pages. A small part of you relaxed slightly, thinking perhaps you'd get bored enough to simply close the journal and honor Hisagi's boundaries after all.
That is until you flipped a bit further and the subject matter took an abrupt, distinctly personal turn.
Hisagi's usually pristine handwriting became looser, more languid as he described individual moments and small observations in an almost...poetic manner. You furrowed your brow as you read paragraph after paragraph filled with flowery, vivid descriptions and intimate personal anecdotes. And at the very heart of each impassioned entry - you.
Sentence after sentence detailed your most mundane gestures, smallest habits, and casual daily interactions through Hisagi's utterly adoring lens. The way your eyes crinkled at the corners whenever you smiled at him over drinks. How your hair cascaded around your face when the wind caught it just perfectly. The cadence of your laugh and how it always seized his breath straight from his lungs whenever aimed in his direction. He committed it all to the page in loving, almost obsessive detail.
Your cheeks burned hotter and hotter the more you read and the clearer it became about Hisagi's true depth of feeling toward you. These weren't mere observations of a close friend, but the enraptured musings of a man utterly entranced, even worshipful, of your every last detail.
Then you reached a new section of the journal, and the bottom dropped out entirely.
These final pages didn't contain Hisagi's usual eloquent prose and delicate turn-of-phrase. Instead, they read like hastily scrawled admissions straight from the darkest recesses of his mind - utterly unvarnished stream of consciousness poured out in erratic but legible scrawl.
Hisagi didn't bother masking the primal lust and molten-hot hunger that laced these particular entries, all totally and completely focused on you in the most visceral, filthy, and undeniably erotic ways imaginable.
'Don't know how much longer I can keep holding back from simply bending my good friend over and rutting into that sweet cunt like a feral beast until we're both ruined...'
Swallowing hard, you rifled feverishly forward in mounting disbelief - page after page revealing more and more of Hisagi's naked, utterly unrestrained fixation upon you and his uncontrollable need to worship every molecule of your being in the most visceral manner imaginable.
'I dreamed about fucking her again last night, absolutely brutalizing her throat and cunt until she was hollow and hollow and crying on my cock, begging for more. No one's ever driven me to the same level of delirious madness and insatiable hunger...'
'Hid in the shower and stroked myself imagining pinning her against the floor, biting and sucking hickies down her arched throat as I speared into those honeyed depths raw over and over. She'd break and spill everything for me in that state.'
On and on the uncensored depravity continued in a raw, utterly desperate outpouring seemingly ripped from the deepest, most spaces of Hisagi's psyche. Each lurid fantasy and secret desire consummated in blunt, pornographic poetry rendered on the page in excruciating detail without a single boundary left standing.
'Her tongue would be velvet rapture itself - made for worshipping every ridge and vein pulsing across my aching cock with slow, reverent strokes until I'm weeping for mercy...'
'There are nights I wake up already fisting my cock in my pants, furiously chasing the images of reaming that perfect pussy in new sick angles while she bucks like a wild thing beneath me. Always leaves me coming so hard when I imagine stuffing her to bursting with my seed at last...'
You lost track of how many times you choked out a garbled, incredulous sound - both scandalized and increasingly swamped by visceral shudders of arousal the more you consumed Hisagi's utterly perverted, obsessive outpourings about hungering to defile you from every conceivable angle.
By the last few entries, you were outright squirming in your chair while reading - eyes glazing over from the uncensored erotic imagery and sheer delirious heat steaming off the inked admissions:
'Spent nearly an hour having to muffle myself, jerking off just fucking imagining her sweetness soaking my tongue. Stroking over that pretty little cunt while feeding her my load...breaking her with pleasure until she's useless and glassy from orgasms. No idea how much longer I can resist making that my reality.'
'What if I just took her by surprise one day - bent her over a table and mounted her from behind like a dog? There'd be no half-hearted struggles or refusal once she felt my girth spearing into her tight cunt. Just acceptance that I own every sinful inch of her flesh now.'
That final entry seemed to consume your entire consciousness and leave an echoing void in its wake as you unconsciously mouthed the words over and over. Hisagi's eloquence seemed to have fully shattered into a visceral, feral outpouring of debased lust and ravening possession towards the idea of utterly defiling you without mercy.
Only when you hazily glanced up from the pages did you register your own hand frozen with fingers idly caressing and teasing your clothed, swollen sex with unconscious ardor. A strangled whimper finally wrenched free from your parched throat - body suddenly feverish and fevered from the primal, unholy bacchanalia now seared permanently across your psyche.
Sweet merciful heavens, you'd barely even glimpsed the full fever dreams of Hisagi's depravity by forcing his tragic manifesto wide open like this...and already felt utterly stripped down and reshaped from the exposure alone. How the hell were you going to endure in any recognizable form if he ever indulged unleashing those full, starving appetites upon your joined raptures without holding back?
The journal slipped from your trembling hands to clatter loudly against the desk's surface as you slumped in a dazed heap - soaked thighs clenching fitfully while your mind swam in a crimson haze of sin and maddening arousal. Whatever this metamorphosis Hisagi's unchecked obsession had catalyzed within you, there could be no sane way to emerge from the other side unscathed and unbroken.
You hungrily turned the next page, rapidly abandoning all pretext of restraint as the primal allure of Hisagi's darkest, most twisted fantasies continued unraveling before you. Each successive entry seemed even more lurid and depraved than the last - ever graphic scenario and perverse craving splayed out in granular, unapologetic detail.
Part of you recoiled in scandalized disbelief at the sheer extent of the man's utterly depraved fixations upon worshipping your body in the most carnal, unholy manner imaginable. But another part - a deeper, lurking essence you could no longer deny - felt something bright and predatory inside you awakening in rabid answer.
'I need to mark every inch of that pretty skin until she's been utterly remade as my possession. Sucking hickeys and bites down her beautiful throat, those perfect tits getting slapped and manhandled until she sobs for mercy...'
Your breath punched out in ragged pants, greedy gaze consuming each delirious word as explosive heat licked along your sensitized nerve endings. In your electrified state, it almost felt like Hisagi's rich, graveled voice was husking out the erotic sacrilege directly against your pounding pulse rather than on paper before you.
'She'd be so obedient and break for me. After the first few devastatingly deep, punishing thrusts stretching her cunt apart I can picture those gorgeous eye rolling back as I shove inside balls-deep and take what's mine...'
One slick hand strayed beneath your robes without conscious thought, caressing and stoking along your drenched, swollen folds in frantic rhythm with your senses now utterly enthralled by the uncensored depravity spooling out upon the page. A strangled moan punched free from your convulsing chest as you circled your slippery clit, back arching involuntarily against the phantom sensation of being speared wide open by Hisagi's cock just like the depraved text described.
'Should just bend her over and eat that tight pussy out, spread her thighs nice and wide to really work my tongue inside and taste every forbidden inch of—'
The next searing monologue choked off as someone’s large, calloused palm suddenly slammed down atop the tome's binding, making you jolt. You whirled around in your chair - mouth already falling open on a flurry of breathless excuses and apologies for the intrusion you'd committed in invading his privacy so utterly.
The words rapidly calcified on your tongue as you drank in the utter tableau before you. There stood Hisagi himself, midnight hair in disarray and looking utterly winded as if he'd run the entire way back. His powerful, stone-carved features were locked in an inscrutable, unreadable mask.
But his body...God, his body betrayed the extent of what holding himself in check was currently costing the man. Every muscle visibly clenched and ticking with the kind of rapacious energy usually reserved for berserker rages on the battlefield. Sweat glistened along every carved ridge, forearms bulging with strain as Hisagi's hands twitched with the clear effort of not simply seizing and taking what he so ravenously craved right then and there.
When your gazes finally locked and snared, you felt your mouth go utterly dry at the unadulterated molten heat blazing behind Hisagi's piercing stare. There was no judgment or anger present — just a naked, primal intensity burning brighter and hotter than a forge's heart focused solely upon you. The man's veneer of civility was finally cracked to its foundations, you realized with a belated thrill of rapture.
He drank in your disheveled, panting state completely unchecked - slate irises darkening further as he clearly scented the tang of your arousal perfuming the air around where you sat on flagrant display. Just as a flush began creeping up the back of your neck towards your cheeks, Hisagi's gravel-edged growl emerged from somewhere basal and elemental deep within.
"So you finally decided to go snooping through my private shit, huh?" His tone was more heated desire than true anger as he took a step closer, eyes roving over your flushed face and parted lips. "Had to go prying into the sick, twisted things I've been craving to do to that gorgeous body of yours?"
You swallowed hard, unable to tear your gaze away from the smoldering embers burning in his stare. Despite your embarrassment at being caught, you felt no shame - only a delirious longing steadily unfurling within your core at his blatant appraisal.
"I...I couldn't resist after you made it sound so scandalous," you managed, surprising yourself with the husky rasp coating your words. "Wanted to see what had you wound so tight you couldn't even let me get a peek."
Hisagi's nostrils flared slightly, clearly catching the undercurrent of arousal now thickening the air between you both. Rather than rebuke you further, however, his expression melted into something more conflicted and grave.
"So now you know," he murmured, suddenly sounding more subdued as he sank down to kneel before you. One of his rough palms cradled the side of your jaw with surprising tenderness. "Seen all my darkest, sickest desires where you're concerned laid bare for you to recoil in horror."
You automatically leaned into his touch, compelled by the molten sincerity now flickering in his piercing gaze as it roamed your features slowly.
"Does it disgust you?" he asked lowly - words emerging from a deeper well of vulnerability he rarely allowed to surface. "Knowing the depths of this depraved obsession I've developed over you? How unhinged I become just from fantasies about wrecking you properly on my cock until you're a ruined, sobbing mess?"
Rather than answer verbally, you surged forward to capture Hisagi's mouth in a searing, messy clash of lips and tongues. He groaned against the sudden onslaught, big palms automatically spanning your waist to haul you flush against his solid bulk as the kiss spiraled into frenzied indulgence.
When you finally tore away, you were both flushed and breathing harshly - foreheads pressed together as you gazed into his slightly dazed eyes.
"Stop being such an idiot," you rasped, draping your arms around his broad shoulders. Your next words emerged in a breathless rush, unable to filter any longer. "I want it, Shuhei. Want you to give me everything described in those filthy pages and then some. Been driving myself crazy thinking about you splitting me open and making me scream your name too."
A shudder rippled through Hisagi's powerful frame at your brazen admission. His large hands roamed over the curves of your body with rough possessiveness as dark wonder crept into his expression.
"God...you really are just as sick a little freak as me, aren't you?" The growl had returned to his voice, but layered with undisguised reverence now as his grip tightened almost painfully.
"Because I really did mean every soaked, perverted word written about the ways I intend to violate and claim this gorgeous body, kitten. Gonna make sure you're utterly reshaped and remade as my personal set of holes to use and ruin over and over..."
You shivered against him, hissing softly through your teeth as arousal spiked electric through your blood in answer to his crude, unrestrained promise.
"Then what are you waiting for?" You ground out breathlessly. "I'm done teasing or hesitating — just take me already, Shuuhei. Make me your personal fucktoy like we both clearly want so badly..."
A low, hungry noise slipped from him as his mouth crashed over yours in a devouring, searing kiss once more. One hand gripped your thigh to haul your leg up and around his waist as the other clutched and kneaded the soft mounds of your ass through your robes shamelessly.
"You're gonna regret giving me that kind of permission, gorgeous," he husked into the kiss with visceral sincerity. "Because I really won't be able to stop myself from breaking that body of yours into the prettiest, strung-out mess imaginable until you're addicted to being my insatiable little cumdump..."
Already, you were whimpering and writhing against the delicious friction of his burgeoning length grinding against your clothed heat through thin layers. Any further protests or hesitation shattered against the raw lust coursing molten-hot through your veins, rendering you utterly incandescent and unhinged for the first time in ages.
Hisagi seemed to be consumed by the same feverish, ravenous energy - all traces of the stoic, reticent man gone as his fingers fumbled at the fastenings of your robes. His movements were hurried and desperate, but his gaze remained fixed on you with single-minded intensity.
"Need you naked and on your back," he growled, voice rough and guttural. "Wanna see that pretty pussy gushing and dripping down my balls the first time I fill you up with my seed."
The command sent a fresh shudder through you, making your fingers dig into the sculpted ridges of his back through his own crumpled garments. With a frustrated grunt, Hisagi tore himself away from the embrace and reached down to untiethe sash knotted around his waist.
You watched, entranced, as the man's powerful muscles rippled and flexed beneath his skin with each movement. Even his face was a study in unguarded rapture, completely undone by the lust and desire raging in his veins. The sight had your sex pulsing fitfully in answer, practically salivating over the promise of how his raw physical power would feel pinning you down and overwhelming you in the most primal way imaginable.
Once he'd stripped off his robes and kicked away his sandals, you could see his cock had swollen to a thick, proud arc that strained towards his chiseled abdomen. You swallowed hard, mind flashing back to the vivid fantasies of what his girth would feel like plunging into your needy depths over and over without mercy.
Hisagi's heated gaze flicked to your face, noting the way your eyes had gone glassy and distant with the image still etched across your brain. His cock twitched noticeably at the sight of you drinking him in with such blatant hunger, but his expression remained unflinching. You barely registered him moving before his large, calloused palms were suddenly grasping and hoisting you up from the chair.
Your thighs locked instinctively around his hips as he carried you over to his desk, where the journal still sat wide open in brazen testimony to the debauched act about to occur. A fresh pulse of arousal shuddered through you as you imagined being used and claimed upon the very site of his secret, sinful lusts.
The second he'd laid you out atop the desk, he was descending over you - his weight a thrilling pressure as your bodies melded flush. You couldn't resist arching up into him, reveling in the feeling of his warm skin sliding against yours and the velvet-over-steel sensation of his straining cock pressed flush to your belly.
Hisagi's mouth was already seeking out yours once more, tongue stroking over yours with urgent hunger. Every inch of his powerful body seemed to be vibrating with restraint as he rocked and ground his hips against you - making your toes curl as pleasure crackled through your nerves like wildfire.
"Can't believe how lucky I am," he murmured roughly, punctuating the words with a string of kisses down your jawline. "Finally have the woman I've been aching to worship for so long spread out before me, ready and willing to accept every sick fantasy and depraved desire I've been craving..."
You couldn't help the soft keen that escaped your throat as his words sent a fresh flood of wetness slicking your folds. The sheer primal intensity with which he'd uttered the words had you trembling and aching to be filled already. A fact Hisagi didn't fail to pick up on, given the way his lips twitched with amusement.
"Oh, did you like that?" His deep voice rumbled with dark intent, the edge of his teeth nipping sharply at the juncture of your throat. "My sweet, gorgeous kitten is an absolute whore for dirty talk, huh?"
You gasped as he suddenly sucked hard on the tender skin, his hands busy tugging the final bits of clothing from your form. The sensation of his tongue laving the abused flesh in rough swipes had fresh need coiling tightly in your core, making you writhe and pant beneath him.
"Y-yes, fuck..." You keened, the last syllable pitching into a moan as Hisagi's fingers began stroking along your folds, gathering the wetness pooling at the apex and spreading it liberally. "Please, I...I want your cock inside me so bad, Shuhei..."
He huffed out a soft noise of approval, lifting his head from your throat to capture your mouth in another devouring, dizzying kiss. The entire time, his fingers worked and teased your slick cunt - spreading the gathered honey across the swollen folds and circling the pulsing entrance teasingly.
"What my girl wants, my girl gets," he growled against your lips, the gravel-edge to his tone sending another shiver of delight through you. "Because no one can take care of this gorgeous little pussy like I can, right?"
With that, he plunged two thick fingers into your depths. A strangled cry punched from your chest at the sensation of being so deliciously stretched and filled after days of deprivation. Your walls clenched and fluttered around the penetration, trying to suck him deeper as your nails bit crescents into his broad shoulders.
Hisagi let out a ragged groan, the sound seeming to come from the bottom of his chest as he felt your slick, molten passage convulsing around his digits. You couldn't hold back the delirious whimpers and moans that poured free as he began fingerfucking your drenched cunt in a punishing rhythm.
"Fuck...you're tighter than I imagined," he husked, pressing a line of rough, heated kisses along the column of your throat. "Can't wait to see how this perfect little cunt squeezes around my cock once I'm balls-deep in those molten depths."
A whimper was the only coherent sound you could manage at the moment, too swept up in the raw ecstasy of being pounded into delirium by his thrusting fingers. It was almost embarrassing how quickly you were hurtling towards the precipice of release, the pressure and friction building with each pump.
"G-god, Shuhei, I'm going to come," you keened, eyes squeezed shut and brow furrowing as pleasure crested within you. "Feels s-so good...gonna make me come so hard on your fingers—"
Your next words were abruptly choked off as Hisagi's fingers withdrew from your dripping heat with a slick, obscene sound. You whined, opening your eyes and fixing him with a pleading, desperate stare.
"But...but I was so close," you protested, a petulant pout tugging at your lips.
He smirked in response, reaching over to snag the discarded journal. You watched in a daze as he flipped the pages back until he reached the beginning of the entries. He held up the page before you, eyes burning and molten with unbridled hunger.
"You will read the rest of the filthy, perverted thoughts I've written about you," he ordered, the commanding gravel of his tone making a new flood of wetness seep between your thighs. "And you're not allowed to come until you’ve read the rest of the page aloud and I'm balls-deep in that tight cunt of yours."
To ease the strain, Hisagi flipped you onto your belly - the cool, smooth wood a welcome shock against the heat blazing along every inch of your flesh. You arched and moaned softly as his hands slid up the curve of your spine, pausing at the back of your neck to gather the hair falling over your shoulders and tugging it roughly.
"Now start reading," he commanded, the fat tip of his cock slowly nudging its way between your drenched, swollen folds.
You smoothed your fingers over the page, the ink now smeared slightly from the earlier encounter. Despite the lust haze still clouding your senses, you somehow managed to begin reciting the first sentence in a wavering, unsteady voice.
"S-Sometimes I imagine tying her up, gag in her mouth, legs spread wide, just so I can take my time and really learn what each twitch and tremble means. How far I can go before she’s crying, shaking, and begging me to either stop or never stop. I’d choose the latter."
"Mmm...just like that, gorgeous." Hisagi's voice was a low, rasping growl - the vibration of his tone making goosebumps break out across your flesh.
A moan escaped your lips as the blunt tip of his cock pressed into the pulsing, molten entrance to your depths. A fraction more, and he'd finally be sheathed within your cunt — filling the aching void inside with his thick, hot shaft.
You forced your attention back to the page, fighting the urge to grind back against him as you began reciting the next paragraph.
"I should’ve kissed her. Should’ve dragged her into my lap and let her grind on my thigh while I drank the moans straight from her mouth. She was soft and flushed and laughing like sin itself, and I stopped it. Fucking coward. She would’ve let me devour her. I know it. And I went home instead—hard, aching, losing my fucking mind while her taste haunted my lips."
Hisagi's fingers dug into your waist as you read, his breath punching out in harsh pants. His hips snapped forward, driving the full, straining length of his cock into your cunt without warning.
You cried out, head dropping back as the stretch and burn of being speared open made your toes curl. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but the deliciously full sensation of having him sheathed in your molten core soon overwhelmed any pain.
"Fuck...that's it, kitten." He groaned, pulling out a few inches before slamming back inside again. "Took me in so well, didn't you? Look at you, all split open on my cock and leaking all over the place..."
A ragged whimper fell from your lips, the words dissolving into incoherence as he repeated the movement — slowly dragging his thick, pulsing length out to the tip and then driving it home in one harsh thrust. Hisagi set a steady, relentless pace, fucking you onto his shaft in a brutal, claiming rhythm.
You couldn't help the wanton noises and babbling falling freely from your mouth, the sensation of his girth filling and stretching your inner walls to the limit leaving you utterly delirious. Your hips bucked and ground against him, instinctively trying to meet each of his powerful strokes as they drove his shaft into the deepest recesses of your core.
Hisagi's own groans and grunts were equally unrestrained, the grip on your hips bordering on bruising as he hammered his cock into your molten cunt with abandon. Every plunge of his shaft sent a fresh pulse of heat crackling through your nerves, your climax building once more despite the denied release earlier.
"Keep reading, beautiful," he commanded, his voice roughened by lust.
"C-Can't..." You moaned, the rest of the words dying on your tongue as the delicious friction of his shaft plowing your cunt sent you hurtling towards the edge.
Hisagi leaned over, bracing his arms on either side of your torso. The shift in angle allowed him to grind his hips against the curve of your ass, driving the head of his cock directly into the spongy, hypersensitive patch inside. You couldn't bite back the keening wail that escaped, your fingers clawing at the edge of the desk and thighs shaking.
"Read," he snarled, punctuating the word with a sharp, punishing slap to your ass.
The sudden spike of pain made you cry out, the sound morphing into a delirious moan as he kept thrusting relentlessly into your clenching, convulsing channel. Somehow, the sensation of his cock spearing you open even further with each pump was enough to pull you back from the edge.
Trembling, you forced yourself to focus once more on the words etched across the page.
"I keep thinking about how her eyes glazed over when we were close, how her breath hitched right before she leaned in. She wanted it. Wanted me. And all I could think about was how good she’d sound if I threw her onto my bed and bred her until she couldn’t speak. I could’ve had her tonight—drunk and sweet and willing. And I walked away."
The sound of Hisagi's panting breaths and the slick, obscene noises of your cunt being split open filled the silence between you. He remained buried in the molten depths, his shaft throbbing and twitching fitfully within. Your own ragged breathing mingled with the lewd sounds, head spinning with the raw sensations flooding through your body.
"Keep reading," he growled again, the gravel-edge to his tone making another fresh wave of wetness slicken your walls.
It took every ounce of willpower to continue, his cock still buried deep in your cunt and stretching you open so perfectly.
"Even now, after all this time, I’d still get on my knees for her. Not just to eat her like a man possessed—though I would, for hours—but to worship. To bury my face between her thighs and show her with every groan, every kiss, just how many years I’ve dreamed of hearing her fall apart on my tongue. She’s not just a fantasy. She’s the only softness I’ve ever craved with this much violence."
As you finished reading the final word, a sob escaped your throat. You were beyond desperate to come now, every muscle and nerve ending screaming with the need to unravel. Hisagi's movements had slowed, but still pumped his shaft into your molten, grasping cunt with a controlled, measured precision.
"Fucking hell, you're such a good girl." He rasped, the hand not clutching your hip reaching forward to stroke the sweat-dampened strands of hair away from your cheek. "Listened and followed my instructions so well for me."
The praise made you whimper, turning to nuzzle the side of your face against his calloused palm. Your eyes fluttered closed, reveling in the feel of his cock filling and stretching you to the limit, but refusing to move.
"I...I did, Shuuhei. So please...please make me come." The last part emerged in a pleading, breathless whine, all shame long since forgotten. "I've been such a good girl and listened to you, so please fuck me properly and make me come."
"God, the mouth on you," he growled, sounding torn between arousal and incredulity. His hips shifted, cock twitching against your walls and making a shudder wrack through your frame. "I'm going to be hearing that filthy little voice of yours in my head on repeat for the rest of eternity."
You couldn't find the words to respond, too overwhelmed by the way the pressure and friction was steadily mounting again. Before you could process the movement, Hisagi had pulled free from your soaked, swollen cunt. A pitiful, whining noise escaped you, hips arching up in instinctive search for his touch.
"H-hey! Why did you—"
Your protest was cut short as he flipped you onto your back once more. Your breath caught at the sight of him, the planes and contours of his body bathed in a wash of moonlight spilling through the window. His skin gleamed with sweat, and his hair was tousled and messy — his usual stoic expression replaced by something raw, unbridled, and feral.
He didn't give you any time to recover, simply hooked both of your legs over his broad shoulders and speared his thick, pulsing length back into the molten, clenching depths of your pussy. Your nails bit into his forearms, the position allowing him to drive into the deepest reaches of your cunt - each pump striking the hypersensitive bundle of nerves inside with pinpoint accuracy.
"Shuuhei, oh god...!"
You couldn't form any coherent thought as he resumed the frantic, claiming rhythm - hips pistoning in and out as his cock plunged into your slick, tight passage over and over. It was as though every other sense had fallen away, leaving only the sensation of his girth filling you up and spreading your walls wide with each plunge.
"That's it, kitten. I wanna hear those pretty noises while I'm fucking this cunt senseless." Hisagi's voice had lowered to a husky rasp, his hands gripping your thighs and holding you open for him as he drove his hips forward relentlessly.
Each thrust had the swollen, straining length of his cock grinding against the slick, dripping entrance to your cunt. You could feel your climax building, the pressure and friction spiraling tighter and tighter with each stroke. The only sound you could manage at this point were high, breathy gasps and moans - utterly incapable of coherent thought.
"Come on, beautiful. Come all over my cock like a good girl."
Hisagi's order seemed to be the trigger. Your vision whited out as pleasure crashed through you, every muscle and nerve-ending seizing with the intensity of the release. Distantly, you could hear yourself crying out - babbling incoherently as the waves of ecstasy wracked your body.
Hisagi's movements didn't slow, fucking you through the entire release until tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. The sensation of your inner walls clenching and fluttering around his shaft sent him hurling towards the edge himself. Within seconds, his rhythm faltered and he slammed home one last time.
You could feel the first pulses of his orgasm spilling inside you, his cock twitching and throbbing as he pumped thick ropes of his seed into your core. His lips found yours once more, the kiss hot and hungry, the two of you devouring each other's pleasure.
After a moment, the frenzied passion gave way to a slow, languid heat - the two of you melting into each other. You couldn't help the soft whimper that escaped your throat as Hisagi pulled his softening length free, a trickle of his seed and your wetness seeping from your folds and pooling on the surface of the desk.
He immediately reached over and cupped your cheeks with both hands, tilting your face up for a slow, deep kiss. The tender gesture made your heart squeeze, and you returned it in equal measure - savoring the gentle exploration of tongues and lips.
After a long, dizzying moment, he finally broke the contact, his dark gaze burning with unguarded affection. He stroked the backs of his fingers along your cheek, brushing the tangled strands of hair back and tucking them behind your ear.
"That was even better than I'd imagined," he murmured, voice rough and still a little breathless. "I'll have to write an entry in the journal tomorrow, won't I?"
"Hmmm...only if I can read it," you retorted, giving him a saucy smile.
He smirked, leaning down to claim your mouth in another searing kiss. "You know I can't say no when you look at me like that."
everyone who sees this reblog with ur top five you wish you could read for the first time all over again
I’ll start
5. Three Times, The Bell Tolls For Thee by CountessOfWisdom (Married in Red, Da-jeong/Bok-su)
4. magnesium at flashpoint by MohMaya (Banana Fish, Ash/Eiji)
3. Forever and Ever in a Comedy With You by NudgeYour Heart (Sk8 The Infinity, MatchaBlossom)
2. check in check out by @megarouche (Hazbin Hotel, RadioStatic) (I know this kinda doesn’t count cuz it’s still updating but god it’s so good I wish I could experience the first read over again anyways)
area cryptid upset no one bothered to inform him of his tragic backstory by @crimsonseekers
origamiaround
baratheonpilled
prguitarman
titsay
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