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πππππππ β¦ lisa minci x masc!reader.
ππππ β¦ dead dove: do not eat, kidnapping, aphrodisiac, drugging, non-consensual (noncon) / dubcon (dubious consent), yandere!lisa, manipulation, etc etc... she's on top... she's dom and then kinda sub and you're sub and then kinda dom idk handjob ig idk why is tagging so hard
ππππ πππππ β¦ 2,656
πππππππ β¦ lisa thinks you're sweet like thisβunassuming, half-delirious, all hers.
ππππππ'π ππππ β¦ starting off kinktober with my wife!! fic title from scary love by the neighborhood!!! bored of reader being a favonius knight?? well idc!! it's not relevant to this story narratively anyway,,,, this is late #idc. enjoy! i love you lisa i support all your rights AND all your wrongs... please give me one chance!! also this is actually quite shit but idc LOL
Getting you was easy.
Let's be honest. Lisa lazes around most of the dayβhalf her job is telling other people to do her jobβwhile day-drinking or napping shamelessly on her desk in the library.
And this is where most people get her wrong. She moves like a slug, would pay someone to bring the food on her plate into her mouth, and chooses to ignore her reflexes when danger comes to bite.
But she still is the same witch that was given a distinguished award when she graduated Sumeru Akademiya. She still is the same woman who asks for a vision, and is granted one in a heartbeat. She still is the same woman that has electricity running through her veins, even when she is unaware, andβ
and⦠she is still the same woman able to render a mitachurl senseless with a single touch of her finger.
But not many people know this. Or, more precisely, not many people choose to believe it. They take a look at her and see a pretty, helpless woman. And for the most part, it usually works in her favor: they help her carry her books, push the library cart for her, and put books in shelves that require climbing steps for her to reach.
Now, you.
You are a stupid man.
Lisa giggles at the thoughtβno no no. You are not stupid.
You are bright, and strong, and bigger than she is. And you are exceptionally kind. Maybe that is where you went wrong; Lisa took a liking to you because of your kindness, after all. She sees a man with a gentle look to his eye, who goes out of his way to help her, and she is instantly smitten the moment she realizes so.
Lisa doesn't even think that she is capable of this capacity of love.
It started off with the small things, like asking you to stay back in the library,
But then she saw you talking to Beatrice. Which made sense. Of course. A man's gotta eat, and you gotta eat. And Beatrice is far too young to be someone you're into, and she likes Quinn anyway, and you were just buying some berries to maybe make a jug of minty fruit tea and some peaches to eat after a long shift as a knight, andβ¦ andβ¦
And still, Lisa cannot take it.
She knows that she cannot keep you on a leash; you both are grown adult, but still her jealousy simmers on the pool of her stomach like rotten summer tomatoes, sloshing around every time she sees you talking, speaking, being in the proximity of another person.
It's an ugly, horrible feeling. It makes her feel like she's not herself; it threatens all the closely guarded walls she put up between her and the world outside that she is. It makes her feel stupid, because she knows that she isn't thinking rationally, she knows that a functioning human being cannot be entirely devoted to one other single personβcannot be devoted to her.
But she wants you to be anyway.
That night, it was your face that flashed in her mind.
She did not get a wink of sleep. She was too busy sneaking into the library after hours, unlocking a part of the library she wasn't sure Jean was even aware existed, and she got to work.
"Hi, baby," Lisa's voice is a whisper, feeling like it's more far away than it actually is.
Baby. No one's ever called you that before, certainly not Lisa.
You feel light fingertip touches on your jaw as your vision comes to, despite the blurring and bleary vignette to it. The smell of damp stone hits your nose, itching it, and you try to shake your head to help yourself gain more consciousness. You are seated, somewhere you don't recognize, on a chair that is more sturdy than creaky.
A small whimper escapes your parted lips when you look up, your eyes closing again under the contrast of the dark room and the bright lamp dangling the two of you, and Lisa's eyebrows shoot up in delight. She stands before you, wearing her usual costume of a purple and white twinkling vision.
"Can you hear me?" Her voice is a purr, her palms pressing flat against your jaw this time. A tingling sensation races through your veinsβ
"Nghβ¦"
You open one eye, just slightly, and see her eyesβoliveβpeering down at you.
"Lisa?"
She huffs out a laugh, "That's me."
"What's going on?" You rasp, and Lisa sucks in a breath. She settles on one of your spread out thighs, and your head lolls to her shoulder. You try moving your hands and fingers behind your backβbehind the chair's backβtrying to find purchase on something, on her, but your wrist scratches against a rough surface.
"Don't move too much," she sighs, one arm wrapping around your neck, and the other holding your jaw to make you face her. You melt against her palm and she coos. "You're gonna hurt yourself, darling. The rope is strong. I tried my best."
"What?" You slur, blinking your eyes open. Your hazy vision begins to focus, your cheek still pressed against her palm.
"Your wrist," she says, like it explains anything at all.
"My wristβ¦" You mumble.
"Yes," she titters, pressing her plump lips against your forehead. You close your eyes at the feeling, her breasts pressing against your chest as she gets comfortable, her weight a snug fit against your body.
"What?" Your mumble breaks the spell; you open your eyes again, and this time, Lisa's arms are both around your neck. Her eyes twinkle under the pathetic lighting, and she grins up at you, her cheeks a bright shade of pink, her ears following suit. "What the fuck?"
You're still slurring; you try to shift your step, but you can't, your ankles restrained against the legs of the chair.
Fuck.
Your mind stirs awake, every nerve in your body, though dulled, is alight, screaming that something is wrong, something is wrong, something is wrongβ
Lisa hums, nibbling your bottom lips with her teeth, pulling you flush against her body.
"Lisa," you grunts, pulling away before she pushes you in even more, her fingers splayed on your neck now instead. She shifts on her seat so that she's able to face you more, and her knees brush against your crotch. Another wave of electricity rushes up your spine; your body jolts, a feeble moan escaping her lips.
"Is it working?" She murmurs, her honeyed voice laced with an undercurrent of excitement. "Is it, baby?"
"What's going on?" Your voice, though slightly, grows desperate. "Lisaβ"
"How do you feel, honey?" She cuts you off, pressing her knee more insistently against your hardening cock, the confine of your pants making it hard for it to breathe.
"How?" You blink, a cloudy attempt at gaining more liberty of your body's reaction to hers. "Fuckβ¦ I don't know, Lisaβ¦ diβ dizzy."
She tilts her head, her eyes giving a meticulous examination to the look in your eyes.
"Dizzy," she repeats, satisfied. "Good."
"Good?" You repeat, huffing out a breath, not believing your ears. Lisa peers down at you, her eyes usually so benign are now glimmering with an undercurrent of maliciousnessβsomething you've never seen from her, something you don't think you would ever see from her. "Whaβ What are you saying?"
"Justβ¦"
She shifts her knees again, a pressure against your twitching cock, almost painful, and this time, a growl you try to bite down leaves your throat; it's like you don't know your body anymore, in this dimly lit room, and you don't know why it is reacting the way it is.
Youβve never felt this way before, where every single part of your body increases in sensitivity. You sniff the airβher scentβand moans softly at the thought of rutting against her, of breaking free of the ropes holding you back and palming her ass.
"Does it feel good?" She asks, and there is a hint of nervousness to it, like she wants your validation.
Your mind hazes as you look at her.
"Yeah⦠I guess," you groan, your head hitting the top of the back of the chair, but her hand goes to support your neck, making you keep your eyes on her. She moves, now sitting on you, astride, each milky thigh trapping the side of yours. Her ass, full against your knees, forces them to part, settling, getting comfortable on your lap. "F-fuck⦠yeah, Lisa. Feels good."
She gasps, an elated sound.
"Good," she nods, her forehead pressed against yours. Her breath mingles with yours, and you can see more clearly now, her gazeβemeraldβpeering into yours with a squint, glimmering like you are the only thing in the room.
You may just be.
"Lisaβ¦"
Her hands, when she's realized that you can hold your head up just well enough, leave your neck to caress your crotch, the movement deliberate and gentle, like sheβs got all the time in the world. Her knuckles drag over the fabric for a moment, watching the way your throat works, before letting her fingers loop through the rope holding the fabric, now flimsy with your precum.
"You know," she begins softly, untying the rope softly. "You really ought to up the security of your house⦠what if someone bad breaks in?"
"No one's bad inβ¦ in Mondstadt, Lisaβ"
She noses your cheek, humming as she finally frees the taut fabric, reaching inside; her fingers, blithe and firm, are around your cock.
"Bad people are everywhere," she corrects, taking your length out. The damp and cold air of the room hits your cock and it gives a twitch; Lisa lets out an amused chuckle. "Like me. I'm bad."
"β¦Fuck," your eyes, half-lidded, watches as she lets her saliva drool down her lips to the tip, her fingers on the base of your hard cock. Her spit is cold, cool, a shocking sensation, and your cock, now trapped between her stomach and yours, gives another twitch as she envelopes it with both hands. "We shouldn'tβ¦"
She doesn't stop moving.
"Shouldn't?" She repeats, pressing your foreheads together. "What do you mean?"
"Justβ¦"
She squeezes just below your tip, and the feeling was so overwhelming that you are beginning to wonder why you aren't already cumming.
"β¦fuckβ¦ wh-what is wrong with me?"
"Nothing," she presses her lips against yours, finally, all full and wet with spit before separating. You chase them. "You're perfect, baby. I just put some⦠some things⦠in the⦠the berries you bought."
"Things. Berries," you repeat, eyes locked on her lips. She squeezes again and you groan, your forehead falling on her shoulder. "β¦Lisa."
"Excuse me," she giggles. She lets go of your cock, pushing your head away just for a moment to pull the straps of her dress down. In a single flick, the dress is thrown over her head, tossed somewhere into the darkness.
"Noβ"
Before you get the word out, you feel your cock erecting against her now bare belly, the tip leaking embarrassingly with watery precum against her soft skin. The sight of her, now bare of anything, on top of you is nothing less than interesting. You whimper, trying to find some friction, to find some anything.
She brings her hands to unbutton your shirt.
"It's hot, huh?" She gives your cheek a small kiss; wet.
"Yeah," you feel compelled to answer. Her tits press against one another, and when she finally finishes unbuttoning your shirt, she holds your shoulders, lifting her body, only to rub her slick folds against your length.
Statics in your head; your legs, your stomach, your chest, your neckβeverything burns. Your breath is coming in in ragged chops, and you press your face against her chest, just between her perfect tits.
"Shhβ¦" She murmurs, one hand holding your head against her chest. "It's gonna feel so good, babyβ¦"
Her words go straight into your core; the tip of your cock is now red, angry, pulsing like it's chasing a release that it doesnβt deserve.
"We really shouldn'tβ¦"
"If we shouldn't, then why's it feel so good?" She places her chin on your head, hips rolling against. The tip of your cock brushes the sensitive nub of your clit and she sighsβ
"Come on," she lets out a soft moan. She gets on her feet, stumbling slightly, and lines the tip of your cock against her entrance. She chokes, her bare breasts bouncing as you lean back, her nipples peaking under your gaze and the feeling of your cock just splitting her lips open.
Sheβs dreamt about this moment, this exact moment, for so long. To have you under her, to have you so close to herβisnβt this the perfect admonishment of love?
The drug in your veins is now taking full effect, you notice every single one of her tiny moves, every twitch, every warm slick.
"Come on," she repeats with a whimper, sinking in just a little, letting your tip get a taste of her tight, warm cunt.
Lisa has to press her nails into your shoulders to stop her from just slamming down, letting your wide girth fill her to her brim, stretching her wide open. Lisa clenches, a smug smile on her lips.
"Feels so good, huh?" She whispers, dropping just a minuscule, just to tease.
"Don'tβ"
You groan, your hips giving an involuntary jolt as your hands try to pry free from the ropes she tied around your waist, desperate to get your hands on her waist, on her tits, on her thighs, on her.
"Don't?" Her voice is a sweet mockery, but she lifts herself up again, not letting go of your cock entirely, and you grunt in protest. "Say it," she coos, "say you want me to ride you."
"Lisaβ¦" You whimper, and though breathless, she giggles.
"Say it, ride me, Lisa. Please."
You lean in closer to her body, your nose brushing against her cleavage before your lips finding the soft skin of her tit, pathetically pressing wet, open-mouth kisses on it. She arches her back, her nails dragging on your scalp as you look up at her, the cold, hard peak of her nipple slipping between your lips.
"Shβ¦ shitβ¦" She gasps when you bite down against her softly, the desperate, strained of your hips causing a stiff shock to crawl up her spine. She stumbles, flailing for a moment, nails pressing against your skin, "βah."
"I can't fuckin'" β every single nerve is overwhelming; lighting up aflame β "take it anymore. Justβ¦ just fuckin'β¦ ride me. Lisaβ¦"
"Yeahβ" She breathes, sinking in deeper, taking your length, girth, letting the burnβyour burnβhurt her tight cunt. She gasps, her hair cascading down her back as she arches her back. "Yeahβ Iβ¦ I'll ride youβ¦"
"Shit," you gasp, sweat rolling down the side of your head as you press your face against the hollow of her shoulder, tongue out, desperate to taste the salt on her skin. "Shitβ¦ you'reβ¦ fuckβ¦ you're tight, baβ babyβ"
"Call me thatβ¦" β she sinks, taking the entirety of your length inside of her β "β¦call me that againβ"
"Baby," you murmurβyour wrist is not red, scuffed, but the warmth of her wet hole overpowers any pain you felt from her ropes. "Move, Lisa. Fuckin', moveβ"
Slowly, painstakingly, she rises, giving her hips a tentative roll as you bite down on her skin.
"If I could get out of this ropes, baby, I swear I'll fuck you dry," you murmur, your hips not relenting on its futile effort of trying shove your dick against her clenched cunt.
Lisa shivers, her moans bouncing off the molding walls of the dark room, and holds you closer against her neck. All she can think about is how she should have done this sooner.
i found a # for kinktober!! it will be 'β|γβ^. Μ.^βγ|β : γ €πππππππππ' for general (maybe for future kinktobers!?!??!), and 'b0ther's 2025 kinktober' for just this year!!
HIIII since ur back I just wanted to ask if you have any requests/WIPs you're currently focusing on. Just curious about the upcoming works is all, thanks!
hi hi hi! thanks for sending in an ask <3 i'm currently just focused on writing down my kinktober list bc it's all over the place right now hahaha. i'm currently working on the geto workplace au!!
omg I haven't been on in Tumblr for so long, I didn't even notice that YOURE BACKKKKKK!!!!! I read the new Lisa Fic and honestly? ITS SCRUMPTIOUS. AMAZING. OUT OF THIS WORLD. THE PERFECT BALANCE BETWEEN SWEET AND SPICY HLWMSSKSNJEBDJSBSJSB AS A TRANSMASC I LOVE IT SMMMMMM
OMG HIII STOP THIS MADE MY DAY HELLO!!! thank you so much i put so much thought into it for some reason idk why LMFAO but I LOVE THAT!! this is who i do it for,,,,, the transmascs,,,
From one Lisa Minci lover to another, gotta say that youβre doing Godβs work feeding us with them Lisa x Reader fics. Truly masterful stuff. π
hi there! thank you for sending in an ask β sometimes i feel like i'm the only lisa lover left in the wild! thank you for reading and i hope you continue to enjoy <3
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can i req a lisa x male reader fic for kinktober πππ i miss my wife π₯² im dreaming of using lisa in the gloryhole but she doesnt know that its reader (officer of the knight of favonius) tyyy
HIIIII i always miss lisa and i will always write for her buuttt i don't think i like the glory hole trope that muchh so maybe you can think of another one? sorry! <3
PAIRING : geto suguru x reader (feminine pronouns, afab)
RATING : explicit, not safe for work (sexual content)
TYPE : one-shot
TAGS : older!reader, senpai/senior!reader, kyoto high student!reader... THEY ARE IN HIGH SCHOOL HERE I REPEAT IN HIGH SCHOOL. reader is in the same year as utahime. semi-public blowjob,,, porn with plot, virgin/inexperienced geto, dom reader, basically geto receiving his first blowjob from reader, and also reader is a bit mean but we all should be
WORD COUNT : 3,905
AUTHOR'S NOTE : unfortunately not a foursome..... but akb mentioned!! hope you like it i like writing pathetic men like this. req more pathetic men!!
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Shoko is hanging upside down on his window, her back on his bed, as she types furiously into the brand new Blackberry Pearl that Yaga bought for her for completing a mission on her own.
Summer invites the sound of wild cicadas, and on nights like this one, even with the radio on, it's where their singing is the loudest. Shoko's typing, however, is much louder.
"Fuck you typing so quickly for?" Satoru scoffs, one hand fanning his face.
"Kyoto High's coming next week for the Goodwill Event," she says, as if that explains anything.
"Yeah? And?"
Sitting next to his bed, Suguru waves a folded magazine against his face, groaning as the back of his head hits his mattress, his eyes darting to where Shoko lays. Some meager drafts of wind blow in through the windowβleft wide open on purposeβbut it's not enough to stop even all-mighty Gojo Satoru from sprawling out shirtless on the bedroom floor.
"And," Shoko retorts, "apparently Utahime said that they got a transfer student just a few days ago. Didn't tell me. Now I'm asking her for info."
PesteringΒ sounds like the more appropriate word, judging by the speed of her thumbs.
"Huh," Satoru muses, only slightly interested. "What year?"
"Fourth."
"Boo," Suguru murmurs, smacking the magazine down on his bed. "When are we getting someoneΒ ourΒ year. This shit's getting boring."
"Nanami and Ijichi's getting that newer first year," Satoru points out, and Shoko scoffs.
"Yeah. Another guy. Kyoto gets all the girls, it's unfair."
A loud ping interrupts their conversationβ
"Oh, she'sΒ literallyΒ a transfer. Fromβwait, where the hell?"
Satoru groans, stretching like a cat as he flops on his belly instead. "I don't care. When's Yaga-sensei installing an AC unit to the dorms?"
Suguru answers by giving in, taking his shirt off then tossing it against the wall, watching it fall on the floor with a heavyΒ thud.
Suguru stands with Satoru, Nanami, New-First-Year, and Ijichi on the far side of the field as Shokoβshort as she can beβwaddles to Utahime, Mei Mei, andβ¦Β her. Shoko is already looping an arm around Utahime's, and their chatters echo through the invisible veil around the school. Something about ShokoΒ being curious about how she is, and Mei Mei recallingΒ her first impression of her.
Being in a school with a total population ofΒ eightΒ (including staff members) does that to you, he supposes. He watches with a scrunched nose as Shoko raises a hand to poke at her arm, like prodding at a school fish, trying to elicit some kind of reaction.
Wellβ
Suguru isn't the type to mind new faces, so he won't complain. Especially if they are pretty.
And he would know if she was pretty or not if Mei Mei would justΒ get the fuck out of the way.
"What's she like?" He asks, trying to be nonchalant, to Satoru who quickly shrugs.
"Pretty. I guess."
New-First-Year raises an eyebrow at Satoru.
"You see her?"
"I seeΒ everything."
Nanami scoffs.
Suguru is going crazy.
Satoru's words keep on ringing in his headβPretty. I guess.
Well, he's fucking wrong. She's gorgeous. Beautiful. What's another word for it? Fucking gorgeous.
And Suguru can't have herβΒ fuck, he can't have her.
Maybe he can.
He doesn't know how to do this. It should come naturally, but there's something so daunting in approaching an upperclassman. Or maybe it's just herβhe has no issue poking fun at Utahime or smoking with Mei Mei behind the school building. So it's probably just her.
He sat at the dining hall with Satoru blabbing his ears off about some band performing under the bridge near Akihabara, and Suguru had to physically stop his eyes from darting to where she's sitting, sandwiched between Shoko and Mei Mei, munching on the pickle side dish Utahime swears is good for your skin.
When Satoru went to grab a soda from the vending machine, his eyes loll to her direction and before he can think, he looks away. His heart beat loud enough to pulse on his ears; cock twitching with interest at the sight of her crossed legs, the swell of her tits under her uniform.
Fuck. He's pathetic.
So now, he's standing there in the shower, one hand propped up against the tiles while the other fists his pulsating cock, his tip swollen and leaking andΒ angryΒ at the thought of her lips around the chopstick as she giggles at something Shoko said.
Suguru grunts, his breath stuttering as he imagines her on her knees, small hands on his thighs, lips on his boxersβ
Shit.
He came.
Spurts of thick, hot cum paints the tile, white and miserable and alone.
He came from just the thought of her lips on hisΒ clothed cock.
Suguru's breath eventually, and he curses softly, watching his dick limp, twitching again when flashes of the way she bats her eyes appear in his mind.
He turns the water on.
He tries to be as far away from her as possible.
Food? He wasn't hungry. Late night talks? He took melatonins.
He just doesn't know how to deal with thisβ fuck. What do you even call it? Crush?
And even right then, duringΒ theΒ actual Goodwill Event, Suguru chooses to patrol the edges of the forest, afraid that if he ventures too in, he would meet her. And he'd have toΒ fightΒ her.
It's fuck-all-hell embarrassing to have his cock stand up straight the moment he catches a small whiff of her scent. What even is that shit? Fuck, likeβ like pines? Or isΒ pinesΒ just the trees around them? Maybe it's something earthy, something sweet, and somethingβ
A lesser man would have missed the shadow on the corner of his eyes, but even as a horny teenager, he still is Geto Suguru.
The way she moves is instantaneous.
Her elbow is against his throat; he swallows thickly.
One of his hands grip her free wrist, and the other on her upper arm, holding her just far enough to meet her yes but close enough to feel her knee on near his thighs, near his cβ
The forest suddenly stills around them.
"β¦Senpai," he saysβcroaksβafter a moment of just needless just staring into each other's eyes.
"Mhm," she says shortly. She doesn't move much, but Suguru can feel her bicep flexing under his finger, like she's testing how she can get away from his grip. She should know by now that the only chance she has in running away is by his grace. "You."
He blinks at her.
He loosens his grip and she retracts the elbow on his neck, her palm flattening but before she can do anything, like snap his neck in half, he grabs that wrist too.
"You don't know my name," he accuses.
She raises both eyebrows in surprise before huffing. "IΒ do."
"Okay," Suguru's voice comes out lower than he intended. "What is it?"
Her throat works.
Andβperhaps, here, he is the lesser manβshe snatches both hands away from his wobbly grip. She jumps backward once, and then twice more.
"Suguru," she finally says. His fingers twitch at the sound of his given name in her voice. "You don't come to the roof a lot."
The roof. Shoko's favorite spot to smoke. Somewhere most studentsβeven Ijichiβhave been spending the nights just talking.
"It's Geto," he relents.
"Satoru-kun says it'sΒ Suguru."
"Fine. Call me Suguru."
She furrows her eyebrows, watching him with predatory eyes, like she just can't seem to figure him out. Hell, maybe she can't.
"Geto Suguru," she tests the name on her tongue and he swallows thickly.
Then, the sound of a twig breaking.
Their heads snap towards the direction, but when Suguru turn to look at her, she is already gone.
She's fucking annoying.
Ever since the Goodwill Event, she's been fucking insufferable.
And by "insufferable", Suguru absolutely means accidentally brushing her ass against his crotch every time she has to "reach something". By "insufferable", he means that she has been staring at him withΒ fuck meΒ eyes and turning to grin sweetly at Shoko when she asked her what her lip gloss is.
"It's cherry flavored," she giggled, "got it at the Asakusa Don Quijote."
Haibaraβthe New-First-Yearβmanaged to drag Suguru to their rooftop meetings, and she found a comfortable spotΒ way too closeΒ to where Suguru sat. And nobody noticed. Not even Satoru. Suguru knows because had Satoru noticed, he would have beenΒ insufferable.
That night again, he beats his cock against the wall of his bedroom.
Two days before Kyoto's return, Shoko dragsΒ everyoneΒ out for karaoke. The plan was to hangout at Shibuya and wait until the sun rises, but a cop figured their plan out and accused them rather nicely of loitering. So now, they're in a karaoke room enough to fit 15 people, blasting songs just to speak over the vibrating basslines.
Suguru sits in the middle of the couch. The creaky vinyl under him shrieks every time he shifts, watching as Satoru belts pathetically at a karaoke classic while Utahime tries her best not to shove an entire cup of soda down his face in irritation. A tiny disco ball hangs from the ceiling, shining broken lights on the walls and onΒ herΒ face.Β
Fuck.
Suguru barely even registered her face. He doesn't want to. Maybe he's scared.
They're out of their uniform, so he decided to throw on some jeans with a loose graphic t-shirt, something he probably stole from Satoru or Yaga, while sheΒ dressed up.
Well.
Maybe she didn't.
Maybe he's overreacting.
Her skirt hangs just above where her knees are and on top of it, she's wearing a little fluffy sweater. Something trendy, something he's seen other girls wearing. It looks so different on her, though.
She sits next to him, as she always does, with one leg crossed over the other, laughing as Haibara and Ijichi do a rendition of JapaneseΒ A Whole New World, her laughter bruising under his skin, digging into the pit of his stomach, and awakening hisΒ cockΒ from its slumber.
When 1 A.M. rolls around, Utahime stands. She stretches her arms over her head, yawning, and Mei Mei grins down at the rest who were sitting.
βThink Iori and I are turning in for the night.β
βAw, what?β Satoruβs complaints immediately bounce off the walls and Suguru lets out a deep laugh, his head thrown back.
Shoko whines. βAlready?β
βItβs 1 in the morning,β Utahime grumbles.
βHaibara and I tooββ
Before mood killer Nanami can even finish his sentence, Satoru throws a straw wrapper on his head. Nanami glares at him and Haibara sheepishly shrugs his shoulders. Ijichi also scrambles to stand.
βGot a mission up in Kanagawa. Shinkansen leaves at seven tomorrow. Sorry, senpai.β
βBoo!β
Mei Mei's eyes dart towardsΒ her.
"You coming with us?"
She shrugs, shaking her head. "Nah. Might as well get the Tokyo experience, huh?"
"So it's just theΒ fourΒ of us now?" Satoru whines, and Shoko scoffs.
"You all hate us."
"Obviously," Utahime saysβjokingβbefore shrugging. "I'll literally die if I have to walk home in the morning."
"We'll wait for the first train," Satoru points out.
"I don't want to," Utahime grumbles. She grabs her handbag, looping an arm around Mei Mei's, dragging her out. The first years follow suit. "See you all at breakfast."
The door clicks behind them.
Shoko dramatically falls on the couch. The room feels too big now.
"We have been betrayed."
Then, the sound of stomach rumbling.
"Hungry," Satoru, annoyingly, points out, and Shoko weakly kicks at his knee.
"I'm hungry," she groans, pushing herself to sit. "Should we order something?"
βThere was a Sukiya down the street,βΒ Suguru shrugs. He lazily grabs the tab to pick out more random songs to queue, to fill in the sudden silence haunting the room.
"Let's just go to the Sukiyaβ"
Satoru stands and grabs Shoko by the arm, pulling her limp body to a stance.
"Noooooooooβ"
He rolls his eyes, turning toΒ her.
"Senpai, wanna come?"
She exhales quickly, a short and amused sound, her feet propped against the edge of the table in the middle of the surrounding couches. βCan you just get me medium size triple cheese to go? No onions. I'll pay you back, Satoru-kun.β
βNoted,βΒ Satoru nods. "Suguru?"
"I'm good," Suguru stills, his palm suddenly sweating. He curls and uncurls his fingers, before curling them again on his thighs. "Can you get me some cream puffs from Lawson?"
"Yeahβ" Satoru grunts as Shoko limps against him. "Fuck sake, Shokoβjust use your fucking feetβ"
As soon as the door closes behind them,Β sheΒ is on him.
Suguruβs mind doesnβt register it at firstβthe way her skirt rides up her ass, her thighs bracketing his hips, her fingers fisting the collar of his rundown graphic shirtβbut his hands do, creeping up hastily along her hamstrings before digging his blunt nails into the flesh. The faint sound of the idol songβaitakatta aitakatta aitakatta yes!βblurs into background noise as her lips find their way against him, their teeth clashing as her fingers tug the hair on the nape of his neck.
The kiss is desperate, loud, unrestrained, and it tastes likeΒ cherry.
And he has never done this before.
He has never kissed anyone before, moreover on the karaokeβs broken vinyl couch, moreover with the heat of their core grinding down on the interested length of his half cock under the suddenly all-too-tight fabric of his pants.
βFuckβΒ senpaiββ
She pulls away, just in time for Suguru to see the string of spit connecting their bottom lips. The sight isΒ dirty, more than he has ever done to himself or anyone.
He gulps.
"What?" She demands, rolling her hips against his clothed cock, and he can cum right thereβ
A small whine escapes his throat.
"Oh. Fuck."
She stills for a moment before grinningβwide and wicked and nasty. She rolls her hips again, her cotton pantiesβwetβleaks against his jeans, one hand going to wrap itself around his throat.
"You never kissed anyone before?"
Suguru stammersβ
"Nothing to be ashamed of," her grin widens. "Though youΒ haveΒ been telling me to fuck you all week with those eyes."
"I haveΒ not," he argues, fingers digging into her ass, and she gasps, arching her back. She looks over her shoulder, down at his hands that disappear below the hem of her skirt, pressing her tits against his face in the process.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Suguru breathes against the itchy fabric of her sweater, looking up at her between her tits and when she looks back down at him, she grins, tightening the grip around his throat. She leans down to press her lips against his jaw, suckling softly as small whimpers fill his ear. His cock retaliates at the soundβ
Then she pulls away.
"Senpaiβ" He protests, but it dies as soonΒ as she settles on the floor, between his thighs, fingers already unbuckling his jeans while her free hand rubs him over his jeans.
Heat creeps up the nape of his neck; he straightens up, both hands covering hers.
βSenpai,Β wait, I donβt thinkββ
βDonβtΒ think,β she chides with a small huff of laughter, smacking his hands away, unzipping just enough for his cock to barely breathe under the confinements of his boxers. She leans down, keeping those half-lidded eyes stuck on him, and presses a plump kiss over the fabric.
ThisΒ is where he cums in his fantasies. But he's still standing, his cock is hard as ever as she pulls it out
βShitββ His right hand fists her hair while the other one finds purchase on the couch. βSenpai, not hereββ
βYou talk too much," she lifts her head to drop some spit down his angry tip. Suguru watches with his lips parting, her spit rolling down the base of his hard cock, down on his balls. "You're already holding my hair. You're basically a natural."
"This is not funny, senpai."
"I'm not trying to be funny."
She raises an eyebrow as she wraps her fingers around his cock, her other hand on his thigh.
"You've never had anyone suck your dick before?" All doe-eyed, she looks up at him. He can see the mischief under her lashes, even as she bats it to seem casual.
"Fuckβ" He bites his lips when she licks a long stripe from the bottom of his cock up to the tip, where precum is already leaking from. She kisses the base of his cock, licking his balls just to watch him wriggle. "β¦No," he eventually answers, breathless, his voice low.
She keeps a steady pace with her hand, watching his face for every minute expression.
"Then, I'm about to change your life, baby."
Baby.
This is fucking unfair.
His cock twitches and she laughs in delight, kissing his tip.
She opens her mouth, taking just a little of his tip in her warm mouth before pulling it out.
"Just fuckingβ just fuckingΒ suck."
She giggles, her hand deliberately slowing down, her grip tightening.
"That how you speak to your upperclassman?"
Suguru whines.
"Fine, fine." She spits more on his tip. "You better say thank you after this."
And then he's in her.
Suguru could black out at that moment.
Her mouth is warm.Β Hot. It's not like anything he's ever felt beforeβhis breath heaves as she takes him in deeper,Β tighter.
Her cheeks hollow as his fingers scrap her scalp. Both her hands now are around his cock, making up where she cannot take him in, and even so, her eyes are bright with unshed tears as a small cry leaves her throat.
"Fuck," he murmurs, his neck and face red at this point, her throat vibrating with her cries. "Senpaiβ"
She pulls him out, breathing in deeply before going into a fit of small giggles.
"You're so fucking cute," she coos, kissing the side of his cock, her face looking small next to his girth. "You got a big dick, huh, Suguru-kun?"
Suguru's heartbeat stammers.
"Y-yeah?" He clears his throat as she hums, taking him again. She bobs her head before letting go again.
"Yeah," she bites her lips. "Biggest I've had so far, I think."
His gut coils with heat. Maybe she's lyingβbut,Β fuck. He wants to believe her.
"Can't even take all of you in," she points out, and it makes it worse.
"Lucky you," he mutters, his hand tightening at her hair, silently encouraging her to take him again.Β
She grins up at him. "Lucky me."
And she's taking him in again. Suguru's eyes roll up, his head hitting the back of the couch as he slides down the vinyl, getting comfortable. She grunts in protest, but doesn't stop her ministrations, bobbing her head in a slow, rhythmic pace.
"F-fuck," he grunts, his hips bucking up to his face. "Moreβ¦ m-more, senpai, pleaseβ"
She lets go of one hand and takes him in deeper, his head hitting the back of his throat andβ
"Fuuck," he whines as she gargles, the wet sound echoing against the padded walls.
When she pulls away again, his cock is wet with her spit, her drool runs down her chin and down her neck. Her lip gloss smudges on her lips, on his cock, and her eye makeup ruined at her tears.
βYou better cum quick,β she murmurs, her voice an amused giggle as she licks up another stripe from his balls, the base of his cock, to the slit on his head. Her hand works lazy strokes on his girth. βSatoru-kun and Shoko-chan are returning soonβanyΒ minute now.β
Suguru curses; he is already imagining Shoko smacking the back of Satoruβs head for messing up their orders,Β them entering the room in devastating shock to see their best friend getting absolutely abolished by a pretty senpai.
The thought makes his blood run cold.
Then bright hot.
"Oh, shit," she giggles, continuing to give him lengthy strokes, the tip of his cock nudging her cheek with every move. "Did you like that? You're aβwhat was it?βan exhibitionist?"
"Senpai," his voice is a whine; a little, desperate whine. She squeezes him and he lets out another surprisedΒ nghβ f-fuck, his hips buckling up to her touch, a silent plea for more.
"You can do it, Suguru-kun," she teases, her voice a mocking drawl, but she continues kissing and sucking on just his tip. Heat travels across his chest; his balls tighten as she whispers, "Come on, you're shaking, I canβohhhβ¦"
She lets out another mean laugh when he finally cums, her words doing more than her throat did to undo him. He sputters as his cum comes in short, hot strings of white, painting her lips, cheeks, nose, and sweater. She closes the distance between her lips and his cock as he continues to cum, and when he stops, she smacks her lips, as though assessing the taste of his cum.
"What?" He huffs, face redβthis shit is too embarrassing. She pulls away, wiping the spend left on the edge of his lips in her mouth as she swallows his cum. His breath hitches.
"You taste good," she purrs, her voice still teasing as she blindly grasps for the tissue box. As she dabs on her face, her hand still on his cock squeezes him, and he whimpers pathetically.
She giggles.
Standing, she sits on one of his thighs, her own rubbing against his limping dick as she wraps her arms around his neck, taking him in a slow kiss. His arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer.
He can taste himself on her lips, swollen from sucking him, mixed with her cherry lip gloss, all musky and tangy.
When she pulls away, he chases her lips with another whine.
"You were so good," she coos, her thumb rubbing her bottom lips. "You came so quickly. Was it good?"
Suguru nods, looking up at her, his eyes like a begging puppy.
"You liked it, baby?"
He noses her throat, nodding.Β
"β¦Yeah."
She throws her head back, pushing him away to grab his face, making him look at her.
"Good," she purrs. "Now I'm going to go to the bathroom and redo my makeup. You clean up, put yourself back into your pants all nice and neat. Understand me?"
He nods again. "β¦Yeah."
"Good boy," she laughs softly, pressing another kiss on his lips before going to stand.
She tosses the crumpled tissues in her hand to the bin, bending over just slightly to grab her makeup pouchβand to tease himβbefore getting to the door. She looks over her shoulder, giving him a small wink, before leaving the room.
Suguru groans, rubbing a hand down his face before letting reality sink in. He tucks his softening cock into his boxers, zipping up his boxers, before Satoru or Shoko can barge in the room, catching him with his limp dick out and about.
He looks at the floor, where she was moments ago, then towards the door, where she disappeared.
"Fuck," he mutters, running a hand through the strands of his hair, now wet with sweat.
Hii! I was wondering how you made that header for your aomine daiki story?
omgggg i didn't see this i'm so sorry! i go on canva, put the picture in, click edit, and do a duotone on them :3 there should be some options for you to choose from but you can pick your own colors too!
can i req a fic for kinktober abt more of bully male reader x yuuta π₯Ήπ₯Ήπ₯Ή its one of my fave fics of urs. as for the kinks eeeeerrr prob CNC, exhibitionism, and breeding cuz yuuta being bred is chefs kiss π₯° thank uuu
HIIIIIII thank you thank you for requesting!! i put it in as dubcon, breeding, and exhibitionism #hehe honestly thank you for letting me write more pathetic yuuta he deserves it
[ INTRO β¦ GENERAL MASTERLIST β¦ AO3 ]
EVENT TAG β¦ β|γβ^. Μ.^βγ|β : γ €πππππππππ & b0ther's 2025 kinktober
ΰΛ. α΅α΅ KINKTOBER YAS YAS YAS YAS FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE EVER (i'm probably gonna fuck this up already)!!! this is my first year ever doing this and i don't even know if i'm going to finish this ever and i have a track record of not keeping my words but... i'm gonna try... and whatever i guess. uhmm also DIFFERENT COLOR PALETTE YAYY. anyone wants a tag? like in a particular fic. tell me if so lol. and feel free to request any fandom i write and a kink... i'll let you know if i'm down β β β‘βΈβΈ
β΄οΈ πππ πππ .π₯ έ Λ πππππππ πππππ β± Ϋ« Χ β§ ππ/ππ
οΌ οΌ You are much weaker than πππππ; don't blame him for holding back.
β΄οΈ πππ πππππ .π₯ έ Λ ππππ ππππππ β± Ϋ« Χ β§ ππ/ππ
οΌ οΌ Run little mouse, ππππππ is on your tails.
β΄οΈ πππ πππ .π₯ έ Λ ππππ πππππ β± Ϋ« Χ β§ ππ/ππ
οΌ οΌ ππππ visits you in the middle of the night.
β΄οΈ πππ ππππππ .π₯ έ Λ ππππ ππππππ β± Ϋ« Χ β§ ππ/ππ
οΌ οΌ ππππππ may not have a dick, but he still knows how to make you feel real good.
hiii making a masterlist of this year's kinktober :>> anyone has any reqs? the fandoms i'm doing are genshin impact, valorant, jujutsu kaisen, and maaaybe kuroko no basuke
