summary: you live a cliché with your coworker and you just happened to have a crush on him. luckily he seems to feel the same.
requested: by anon -> Is it possible to get a coworker! Chan smut?where he and the reader have to share a bed and he’s really nervous because he likes her. He’s definitely a sub for her and asks her to choke him because it’s one of his fantasies.
warnings: NSFW, oral (male receiving), choking but nothing too serious, chan is a tiny bit submissive but not much
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You are stressed.
Stress is a feeling you are used to and is very much present in your day to day life but you don’t know the last time you felt it to this intensity.
The company you worked at had asked you and another employee to go to a meeting a few cities away. Driving back would be too tiring so you were tasked with getting two hotel rooms for the night, something you had to do multiple times in the past. You assured Chris, your coworker, that everything would be taken care of. You scheduled the entirety of the trip from the second you stepped out of your apartment to the moment you got back the day after. Everything seemed fine.
It wasn't.
After a long drive - in which Chris refused to let you switch places and drive for a bit so he could rest - and a boring meeting, you finally reach the hotel; just to find out you only had booked one room. Apparently, your sleep-deprived self forgot to change the room numbers from one to two when booking on the website and you had been so busy that you didn't stop once to confirm if everything was okay before the trip. Because of some concert happening in town, there weren't available rooms and you were presented with a choice: you either suck it up and share a bed with your attractive coworker or you deal with a long car ride back, meaning you would get home by dawn. Objectively, you should choose the second option. You are not working tomorrow so you could simply sleep all day. Going home would prevent having the awkward “do you want me to sleep on the floor?” discussion and it would most definitely keep your feelings in check. You are not a high school girl that needs an excuse to get close with her crush. Absolutely not.
“Well, I don’t mind sharing for a night.” Chan says, that big, stupid, pretty smile displaying his teeth and the perfect dimples. “Unless you don't feel comfortable, which is absolutely fine. I can just drive back and send someone to pick you up tomorrow?”
Maybe you do need an excuse to be near your crush. “I couldn't do that to you. We can just share a room.”
So, together, you make your way to the room. Like a good cliché, there was only one bed in the room but it was big enough to let you sleep without needing to be pressed against Chan’s body. It bummed you out a little. Now there wasn't an excuse to feel his warmth, maybe have your legs touch while trying to fall asleep, his face so close to yours that you could feel his hot breath…
You sigh, maybe a bit too loud since it has Chris turning to look at you. “Everything ok?” he asks but you can only nod as you drop your backpack on the bed and question every life decision you made that led you to this moment. You open your backpack to get your pajamas and almost whine when you remember that you packed the ugliest pieces you got. You were just being dramatic, of course. Your pajamas were simply a pair of old shorts (it had been kind of hot the past couple of days and you didn’t want to risk getting too warm because of pants) and an even older t-shirt with a band logo that was mostly faded. ‘Normal pajamas’, you tell yourself, but you just lost the opportunity to seduce your very handsome coworker with a sexy set.
“So unprofessional, shut up.” you murmur to yourself.
“Did you say something?”
Your head snaps in his direction and you laugh a bit awkwardly. “I said I was gonna change in the bathroom.” You say, lying through your teeth, as you gather the things you need in your arms and speed walk to the bathroom. You feel like you can breathe again when you lock the bathroom door and look at yourself in the mirror. A shower is everything you need right now and you can only hope you come out of it with a clearer mind and one less crush.
You remove your clothes and take a very cold shower so your mind can focus on your shivering figure rather than your coworker’s extremely hot body. It doesn't work. You leave the tub shaking and still thinking about Chris’ arms around you. You brush your teeth thinking about his body. Unfortunately, you can’t really come up with a plan B before you’re walking out the door. Fortunately, you’re glad you didn’t waste more time thinking of a plan B because your mind goes blank as soon as your eyes focus on Chris sitting on the bed. He’s looking at his phone, still wearing his suit and obviously waiting for you to be done so he can shower. You feel like screaming at the sight of his shirt unbuttoned almost all the way, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his hair messy from running his fingers through it.
At the sound of your steps, Chris looks up from his phone. You notice the way his eyes travel up your legs a bit too slowly until they settle on your face. You wished there was more noise outside because you’re not sure if Chan can hear your heavy breathing or your loud thoughts. You walk to the bed, trying not to stare too much at the man sitting next to your backpack. Carefully, you put your dirty clothes inside a plastic bag before shoving it inside the backpack. Chan still hasn't moved from his place and you can feel his intense stare. Once again, you can’t help but think this is unprofessional. Ok sure - there wasn't anything forbidding a hookup with your coworker. Your contract didn't specify anything about relationships of any kind but you still viewed it as improper.
You look again at Chris and his eyes are now on yours. You watch as his tongue licks his lips and think you don't mind being improper when the object of your dirty thoughts looks this good.
You move until you’re standing in front of him. Chris looks up at you with hooded eyes and shiny lips and something tells you he wants this as much as you.
“See something you like?” you say to the man, his legs spreading to accommodate you in between them.
“Definitely.” He replies, his ears already getting a bit red. You take off your shirt, basking in the attention Chan is giving you and your naked breasts. You slowly fall to your knees, looking up at the man through your eyelashes. This was most definitely a bad idea but how were you going to stop when Chris is looking down at you with those eyes? “I’ve been imagining you like this for so long.” He breathes out, his voice trembling a bit.
“Oh?” You finish unbuttoning his shirt. “You’ve been thinking about me on my knees? You’re sounding like a perv Channie.” You tease.
“N-no, I didn't mean it like that.” He stutters. With his help, you pull his pants and boxers down to his knees so you eye the dick standing tall and proud against his stomach. “I just… think about you.”
“Yeah? I think about you a lot too.” You admit, laying your head on his thigh as you look at him. “You always walk around the office with those tight shirts and pretty smiles. Makes me so weak.” You confess, holding the base of his cock with your hand. Chan hisses at the contact and his hand goes to your head, automatically pushing you closer.
You slightly part your lips to give an open-mouth kiss on the red-ish tip. You look up at Chris when your mouth fits his cock inside and he curses before throwing his head back to look at the ceiling. Moving your head up and down, you watch as the man above you crumbles under your touch. He curses and squeezes between his fingers the fabric underneath him. Your free hand sneaks past your shorts to touch yourself. Chris pushes your head down further when you whine around his dick as you insert a finger inside you. You gag around him and your coworker seems to like it by the way his hips start moving to fuck your face. Tears fill your waterline but Chris isn't even looking at you to see the damage, too focused on the sensations your mouth gives him.
His dick twitches inside your mouth and he immediately stops. Chan looks at you, breathing heavily as if he just ran a marathon. His lips are red, probably from biting it to keep his moans to himself. He looks good - too good for your own good, to be honest. You remove your hand from your shorts and his hand leaves your hair to settle on your cheek, a silent request for you to get up. Your knees hurt but you don't mind it. Chris moves to sit up against the headboard and you take off your remaining clothes before sitting on his thighs. His hands find a place on your waist, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin as he now looks up at you with those intense eyes.
“Can I kiss you?” He whispers. You simply nod, leaning down to meet him halfway. His lips are soft and he tastes just like the mint he offered you after dinner. His kisses are slow and so sweet - you might actually fall in love.
“Do you have a condom?” You murmur against his lips.
“My wallet.” He replies. You get up to search for his wallet and, after following his instructions, you grab the condom. Chris had laid further down, his head now placed on the soft pillows. You go back to sitting on his thighs, opening the package before rolling the condom down his length.
“Are you sure?” You question. Chan nods as he says a small ‘yes’ and it’s enough for you to lead his tip to your entrance before sinking down on it slowly. “I need a minute…”
Chris is understanding. He stays still even if his dick is twitching like crazy inside you. He doesn't move even if you’re squeezing him like crazy. He waits for your signal before he’s moving his hips to meet yours. You place your hands on his chest for support and Chris is so focused on the way you move that he thinks that was the moment he fell in love with you. You bounce on his lap, head thrown back while you moan so sweetly, caring only about your pleasure. Seeing you like that is enough for Chris though. You look down at him, hands squeezing the flesh of his chest and arms as your moans grow a bit louder, needier. “I th-ink I’m gonna cum.” Chan manages to say.
You stop your movements immediately. “You can’t cum until I do.” Maybe it’s the authoritative voice you used (the same one you use when you’re ordering around people at the company that always has his pants tightening) or the hand that slips to his throat and squeezes just a tiny bit to make your point. Chan doesn't know, perhaps it was a mix of both. What he does know is that it has him spilling inside the condom with a strangled moan and a gasp. “You have got to be kidding me.
“I’m so sorry! I don’t know why that happened!” Chan starts rambling, saying everything that comes to mind without even thinking. You roll your eyes, get up and pull out his condom to throw away. You thank a higher entity that he had another one in his wallet or it would be a shame that your night ended like this. “I mean I’ve been thinking about- Well not with you obviously! Ok maybe with you, god I’m such a pervert and…”
“It’s not a big deal.” You interrupt his rambling. “It’s hot really.” You murmur under your breath. “Do you want me to choke you Channie?”
Chan looks like he’s about to cry, the tips of his ears a vivid red. “Yeah? Only if you’re ok with it.”
You go back to bed and repeat the same process you did a few minutes ago, except you’re now holding a softer cock. Chris’ eyes widen and he’s about to ask for a little break but then you're sinking down on him again and his dick seems to come back to life. Your hand now finds a place on his neck, fingers squeezing the sides just enough that he feels it but not enough that he struggles breathing. Chan likes the pressure there, mixed with you bouncing on his lap and moaning his name so desperately. You like the image of Chan under you, mouth parted while he whines at the stimulation and pleas to go faster. You apply a bit more pressure and Chris’ eyes roll to the back of his head as he tries to say something. The words don't come out but you still understand the warning. You keep the pressure, watching Chan suck in a breath before he’s spilling inside the condom once again. You don’t stop, set on reaching your orgasm as well. You let go of his neck to touch your clit, moving your fingers in circles while you get closer with each thrust. Chris squeezes your waist, helps you lift yourself up a few more times until you reach your high again.
You let yourself fall to his side, laying next to him on your back while breathing heavily. “Are you ok?” You hear Chris ask.
“More than ok.” You turn your head to look at him. “I’m so glad I fucked up the booking.”
“I’m glad you did too.” He sits down on the bed, stretching his arms above his head. “Let's go, we can shower together this time.”
With weak legs and a big smile, you let yourself get dragged by Chris to the bathroom. Today, you will enjoy whatever this is. Tomorrow, you will figure it out.
summary: you meet Chan at a club and things get steamy from there.
word count: 3,579 words
warnings: NSFW, chan is always referred to as Chris, might be ooc?, mentions of alcohol, a lot of kissing, reader gets called pretty, sexual activities in the car, naked humping, thoughts of raw sex, that is all I can remember.
The blinding lights of the club hurt your eyes when you walk through the door. The stuffy air and loud music hit you full force and you almost feel like turning around and going back outside, where the atmosphere was chillier and less suffocating. Your friend’s hand on yours is what makes you move forward, navigating through the sea of bodies with a quick “Sorry!” or “Excuse me.” being thrown into the air even though no one could really hear you. Your friend lets go of your hand when you reach the bar, immediately trying to get the bartender’s attention to order a drink. In the meantime, you look around the place in hopes of seeing your other friends you were supposed to meet. You suspect it would have been better to meet up outside the club. You shoot up a quick text to the group chat and wait for a response, expecting at least one of them to check their phone. Your friend returns to you with a big smile and a colorful drink in her hand and she promptly drags you to the dance floor, swinging from side to side to the beat of the song. It doesn't take long until you spot your friends and you move from your spot to stand beside them, exchanging hugs and loud words.
You dance with your friends for a bit, screaming lyrics and laughing as they make you twirl and do some silly dance steps. Mid twirl your eyes catch the stranger standing near the wall. He’s not alone, two other guys standing next to him with drinks in their hands and they laugh at something, but he’s staring only at you. The man is cute and very much attractive with dark hair, full lips and big muscles but you don’t stare at him for long, a bit too shy at the intense eye contact but you can almost feel him look at you even with your back turned to him. One of your friends catches your attention and you discreetly move your head towards the stranger behind you. She squinted her eyes in his direction, completely forgetting that she was supposed to be discreet and not completely obvious.
“You should talk to him!” She screams over the music, giving you two thumbs up in approval. You shake your head in horror, denying her suggestion. “He keeps looking at you!”
You want to check if it’s true but decide against it, not knowing what you would do if those intense eyes were still on you. You can’t help but feel a bit self conscious and scared that you were reading the signs wrong. You didn’t want to make a move just to be turned down because he was actually looking at one of your friends. Or maybe he was just looking around, too bored of the party and your eyes coincidentally met. You didn’t have much to lose but you wanted your pride to be kept intact. The rest of the group caught up on what was happening and they too proposed you going to talk to the mysterious man but when you denied their offers, they didn’t push you too much.
You kept having fun with your friends, the time passing too slowly and there were still a few hours to go before the agreed time to leave. Your friend, thankfully, asked you to go outside for a bit, feeling too hot and tired dancing. There’s an open area used mainly by smokers but a few people are sitting on the floor against the wall talking to each other. You and your friend find an empty spot, the rest of the group deciding to stay inside. She sits on the floor, completely ignoring the fact that it’s dirty, and you settle for leaning against the wall.
“You ok?” You ask her just to make sure.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Are you? We can leave earlier if you’re feeling tired.”
“Don’t worry.” You answer, looking around the place. “The guy inside was really hot. I kinda wish I had the guts to talk to him.”
“He was totally checking you out.” She laughs, looking up at you. “You’re so sexy, you should've jumped on him.”
You shake your head at the thought. “Never. Maybe he was looking at you. There’s no way I’ll embarrass myself.” Your friend replies with a “No way!” a bit too loud that has some people turning to look at you. “I’m serious!”
Your friend starts rambling about all of the signs the man was showing when looking at you, set on convincing you that he was indeed into you and should go for it. You don’t pay much attention to what she is saying, instead only catching a few words from time to time as you look at the people outside. You feel sleepy already - your day was too long for you to be partying all night but you weren't about to leave knowing you could stare at the pretty guy for a bit longer even if nothing was going to happen. You look back at your friend, still rambling about the man being “a pussy” and “doesn't know what he’s losing” as she gets up from her place to start walking inside. You laugh at her passion, your hand already holding hers so you don’t get lost in the crowd. The loud music hits you full force once again and you can tell your friend is still talking but you can’t really hear anything. The woman stops abruptly and you bump against her back, looking over her shoulder to see what happened. The pretty man stands in front of her, a shy smile on his lips as he says something near her ear. Your heart drops a bit and you scold yourself for getting a little bit of hope. He says something to your friend, she laughs and you just want to get out of there. You squeeze her hand before letting go, trying to signal that you were going back to the group standing a few meters away. Your friend quickly turns around with a big smile.
“He’s asking if he could steal you from me for a bit!” She screams over the music. You look at her confused. You? Maybe you didn't hear her correctly. “Was telling me he thinks you’re cute and wants to talk to you.”
“Why wouldn’t he just talk to me?” You ask a bit too loud, making the guy hear you too.
“I didn't want to seem like a creep or come onto you too strong. I don’t know, I’m nervous!” He replies, scratching the back of his neck.
Your friend pushes you closer to him before shouting a “have fun!” before rejoining your group. They’re close enough that they can see you if you need someone to save you and that makes you relax a bit. Still, it’s a bit awkward. The man’s eyes are too intense and you try your hardest to avoid eye contact. Instead, you look at your hands picking at the skin around your nails. A warm hand settles on yours, stopping your actions and making you look at the owner. He gets closer to your ear before saying “I’m Chris. You?” and you feel like you're going to combust on the spot. His hand is holding yours, his eyes are looking at you and you have an urge to just scream. His thumb is rubbing circles on your palm, moving to your fingers and then up to your wrist. He repeats the action multiple times, still looking at you and still waiting for your response but your brain is practically malfunctioning. You manage to say your name without embarrassing yourself further but you believe there’s steam coming out of your head when Chris smiles so sweetly at you and your legs turn into jelly. Your heart is beating too fast, your body is too hot and Chris is too close to you. Your eyes go from his to his lips and you don’t think you have ever wanted to kiss someone as bad as you want to kiss Chris. “You’re really pretty.” You hear him say and you swear you’re about to pass out and humiliate yourself in front of the hottest guy you have ever met. “Wanna go outside so we don’t have to keep yelling at each other?”
You almost want to argue that you haven't been yelling at each other because your brain turned into mush and you’re not talking at all but you still nod your hand and he guides you outside, your hand still holding his. Chris takes you close to the spot you had previously stood with your friend. The cold air helps you organize your thoughts and stop overheating. With the stuffy air inside the club, the proximity and Chris’ breath hitting your neck, it was a matter of time before you passed out.
“I’ve been wanting to talk to you since you first walked in.” He admits before his eyes widened and he quickly said “Not that I’m stalking you or anything! I just happened to see you and you’re really beautiful but I was so, so nervous. I don’t think I’ve ever done this but I knew I was gonna regret it if I didn't make a move. My friends were giving me a pep talk and when I saw you come back inside I just went for it. I’m sorry, I’m rambling.”
“Don’t apologize, that was cute.” You giggle a little, feeling a lot calmer knowing you weren't the only one anxious. “You caught my eye too, I was just too shy to make the first move.”
Chris lets out a breath. “Good to know. I was scared my rambling was going to push you away and make you think I’m weird.”
You shake your head. “Don’t worry, I don't think that.” You chewed on your bottom lip, thinking about what to say next.
Chris’ eyes move from yours to your lips for a second before he snaps back to reality and his eyes move up again. “I’m glad. Are you… are you sober?” Your eyes alternate between his and the tongue wetting his lips. Chris’ hand is still holding yours and he uses it to his advantage, pulling your body closer to his.
“Yeah…” you whisper, not wanting to break the moment. Your throat is dry and you wonder if alcohol would have helped you in this situation. “I’m the designated driver. Are you?” you ask back.
“Drank water all night.” He replies.
His answer is enough to make your lips crash. Chris holds the back of your head with his free hand while yours is grabbing his shirt. His lips are soft and taste a little bit minty - it makes you dizzy. You can't think of a kiss better than this one but you reckon it has to do with the man kissing you rather than the quality of it. It’s a bit sloppy and fast but knowing you’re kissing Chris is enough for this to be the best kiss of your life. He’s the one stopping the kiss first and you mindlessly chase his lips, your eyes still closed. He chuckles and gives you a few pecks. You open your eyes and immediately wish you hadn't. Chris looks even more handsome with red, swollen lips that shiny a little from the lipgloss you had. His hand slides down your body from your head to your waist and you’re as close as possible. Every single thing you want to do to him plays in your mind like a movie and you even get surprised at your thoughts. It’s definitely a first.
For the first time since he talked to you, you let go of his hand to wrap your arms around his neck. His grip on your waist suggests he’s trying to hold himself back, eyes burning with desire. You pull him for another kiss, nails lightly scratching the back of his head as you play with his hair. You push Chris against the wall to deepen your kiss as you open your mouth to welcome his tongue. You don’t think you can go back to living your boring life after tonight and especially not after Chris starts being bold and slips a hand to grab your ass.
“Come home with me.” Chris whispers against your lips, then moving to kiss your jaw and neck.
“Can’t.” You manage to breathe out. “I have to drive my friends home.” You explain, throwing your head back to give him more space. The man sucks a hickey on your neck and hums at your words. “The backseats of the car are really spacious though.”
You don’t know why you were so bold suddenly but you knew you needed some kind of relief. Plus, having sex in the car was safer than going to his house. Right? It didn't matter either way - not when Chris looked at you with those eyes; like he was ready to undress you right there. He holds your hand again and guides you through the still full place until the exit. You manage to send a text to the groupchat informing your friends regarding what is about to happen (texting with one hand was harder than you expected but you’re almost sure they will be able to understand despite the horrible mistakes). When you reach the exit, you guide Chris to where your car was parked and the walk felt longer than you remembered. You unlock your car but Chris claims your lips before you have the chance to open the door. His hands travel up and down your body and you pull his hair a bit to make him stop. The man full-on groans while kissing you and you’re quick to reach behind you to grab the door handle before you decide to just drop on your knees to hear him groan like that again. You open the door and quickly go inside, laying on the backseat with your head propped on the window. Chris gets on top of you, almost forgetting to close the door if it wasn't for your warning. He goes back to kissing you as soon as you’re in the privacy of your car (which wasn't much. Sure, your windows were tinted but you doubt you will be controlled enough that people passing by don't know what is happening). You separate just long enough to pull his shirt off before your lips are crashing again.
“Do you… fuck… do you have a condom?” You ask, breathless, while grinding your hips against his already hard dick.
His eyes widened. “No! I didn’t think I was gonna need it.” He runs his fingers through his hair, making it even more messy. “I can just go down on you or something?”
The thought of Chris between your legs is definitely something and you’re inclined to say yes but, today, you’re focused on both of you. However, you hope you can see Chris again to fulfill the fantasy of having the handsome man pleasing you with his tongue, whether he’s between your thighs or under you while you ride his nose. Right now you have to deny his request, instead unzipping his pants. “We could just… do this?” Your front humps against him and Chris groans, moving his hips.
“Yeah… yeah, that’s fine.” He replies weakly. “Just… hold on, fuck.” Chris grabs your legs to help you take off your shoes and then works to unzip your jeans, sliding them off your legs with a bit of struggle. He pulls his pants and boxers down just enough to take his dick out and your jaw drops at the sight. Chris is pretty everywhere and you mentally curse yourself for not having condoms on you because you could be feeling his dick inside of you right now. One of his hands rests next to your head, supporting his body while the other guides his dick to touch cunt - your underwear being the only thing in between. Chris groans with each thrust, surprisingly vocal in this situation, which gets you to imagine how much louder you can make him be. For the first time in your life, you kind of want to get fucked raw by this guy you just met. Obviously you don’t. Instead, you pull your underwear to the side so you can get more friction. Chris, to your displeasure, thrusts against you rather than into you but it’s the best you will get in this situation. The tip of his cock bumps deliciously against your clit and you cling onto his shoulders like he will just disappear. He kisses you and bites your neck between sweet, groans and then his warm hands are pushing your top up so your bra is on display for him.
“Take it off for me.” Chris pleads and you immediately do as it says. The position is a bit awkward and it takes you a bit longer than normal to take off your strapless bra but as soon as you manage, Chris’ hand is touching your boobs, pulling softly a nipple between two fingers. “You’re so pretty.” He whispers. “And you have the prettiest pussy…” Chris grunts. Your brain almost doesn't process the words coming out of his mouth. The man who was too shy to talk to you had the dirtiest mouth during sex but you would never complain. Not when he looked at you like you were an angel, the prettiest person he has ever seen. “I can’t wait… f-fuck… I can't wait to fuck her.” Chris’ hand slides down your front until his fingers are circling your clit for an extra stimulation. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. You think your brain short circuited due to Chris’ words and at the fact that his dick, at times, gets dangerously close to your entrance. “You’d take me so well, wouldn't you?” You realize Chris’ words aren't directed at you and the whiplash you get from the guy you talked to at the party and the man humping you in the backseat of your car is insane.
With difficulty, you find your voice to whimper a “‘m gonna cum. Keep doing it like that.” that has Chris kissing you again. His fingers maintain the rhythm you asked for and it doesn't take long until you cum with a moan of his name. Chris helps you ride out your orgasm and his thrusts get a bit sloppy at the same time. Your hands find his hair, now slightly more curled than you remember seeing at the party and sticking to his forehead. “Are you close?” Chris nods eagerly. You pull his hair a bit, drinking in the way a moan falls off his lips so red and swollen from all of the kissing. Chris thrusts a few more times before spilling all over your stomach with heavy breaths.
Post-nut clarity hits Chris hard. “I am so sorry!” He says with widened eyes. “I don’t know why I said those things.” He looks down at your body, his cheeks getting a cute shade of red that you’re not sure is from the heat or embarrassment. “And I got you all dirty, I’m so sorry.”
“You’re fine, don’t worry. I enjoyed it.” You calm him down but feel a bit shy yourself. “I have tissues in my purse. I think I threw it in the front seat. Can you get it for me?”
Chris looks over the front seat and reaches to grab the purse. You grab the tissues but he stops you and takes it from your hand. You never believed in love at first sight but butterflies are partying in your stomach while Chris gently cleans you. When he’s done he pulls your panties back in place and smiles kindly at you, dimples on full display. You tug him for another kiss, this one slower than the ones you’ve been giving him so far. You both get dressed fairly quickly after you read the clock and realize your friends might show up at any moment. Chris opens the car door, looks around to see if anyone is near and then hops out the car. You get out after and leave the door open to hopefully get rid of the smell of sex. Chris pulls you by the waist to get another kiss and it confirms that you both like kissing each other more than anything.
You see your friends walking to your car when you stop kissing, a bit drunk and laughing loudly at something.
“I have to drive my friends home but… You could come to my house after.” You say quietly, a bit shy and scared that Chris didn’t feel all of those butterflies too and this was a one time thing. “If you want.”
He pulls out his phone from the back pocket and hands it to you unlocked. “Give me your number and I’ll text you so you can send me the address? My friend is gonna drop me off at my place and I’ll just drive to yours when you’re done.”
“It’s late though. Are you sure?” You question, taking his phone and creating a new contact with your number.
“One hundred percent.”
You get teased by your friends all the way but you barely listen to their words, thoughts filled with Chris and the second encounter happening when you get home.
-> Atsumu Miya x Reader (no pronouns used except reader gets called 'girlfriend')
characters: Atsumu Miya
genre: angst
summary: It was easy to love Atsumu but it was hard to let him go.
warnings: angst/no comfort, established relationship, cheating, some suggestive content, pet names (baby used once, reader is mentioned as 'girlfriend'), toxic relationship
Collab: This piece is for @yeosatinyngz 's Lights, Camera, Action! Collab. Thank you so much for letting me join <4
Miya Atsumu was an eye-catcher. He was always under the spotlight with his dazzling personality and charming smile. It was amazing how a volleyball player had such popularity but you guess his looks helped it. He had fan accounts, articles written about him, fancams on tiktok with the most random songs and a fanbase that could be compared to the one of an idol.
That is why you have no idea why Miya Atsumu ever looked your way.
You met at a club. Atsumu caught everyone’s attention just by being there, his presence overtook the room. You didn’t even think about trying anything since the fear of rejection and humiliation was too big. So you just sat at a table with some of your friends and watched Atsumu from afar. He smiled at everyone who came up to him and took pictures even though his bangs were sticking to his forehead, cheeks red because of the heat and sweat dripping down his neck. He still looked mesmerizing. You felt like a schoolgirl, sighting while looking at the blond while your friends made fun of you and tried to push you to talk to him. But you never felt worthy of his attention.
Your friends are speaking but you can't pay attention to them, simply focusing on the way Atsumu moves like he owns the space, giving flirtatious smirks to the bartenders before drowning a shot. You wish you could present yourself with such confidence.
You look at your empty cup and decide to get another drink. You get up and tell your friends you will be right back before making your way through the sea of bodies that were between your table and the bar. You have to lean in on the counter to make your order, almost yelling because of the music. A hand touches your waist and you turn to the side to insult whoever touched you.
He was even more beautiful up close. Even with the obnoxious lights you could see how pretty his eyes were. Atsumu smiled at you and you liked to believe it wasn't the usual teasing smirk that he gave everyone. This one seemed actually genuine.
He introduced himself, like you didn't know who he was. In return, you told him your name. He repeated it and you fell in love with the way your name rolled off his tongue. Atsumu paid for your drink. And the next one. And the one after that. You were past the point of shy flirtatious marks and small giggles and were now fully flirting with him. You weren't a prude so when Atsumu came closer to your ear to ask if you wanted to go to a more secluded place, you accepted with no hesitation. He held your hand as he guided you to a corner of the club and pushed you against the wall.
As you makeout with him, you think that this would be just a one time thing so you try to ignore the fiery feeling building on your chest. Maybe you did fall in love with Atsumu that day. You're just not sure if he ever fell too.
You tried to erase all of the memories from the events after that day but there's still a blur carved into your brain that doesn't let you forget the moments you lived with the man that you love. There were dates and silly texts, midnight hangouts and long travels to meet him whenever he had a game away. Looking back you realize that you were more invested in him than he was invested in you.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
You didn't hesitate to say yes. You were so blind, weren't you? Getting happy over little things that he did. But you always told yourself that it was enough. You didn't need anything else besides him. So when he asked to keep the relationship a secret, you didn't hesitate to say yes again. Maybe you should have hesitated. It would have spared you from a heartbreak.
After that request, hiding from the world was funny at first. Sneaky kisses and dates were what kept the relationship alive. It kept things interesting and exciting. So you didn't care if Atsumu didn't follow you back on instagram or if he didn't take you out for relationship anniversaries or if he pushed you away as soon as someone he knew walked into the room. Because Atsumu didn't ask you to hide your relationship only from his fanbase. You weren't allowed to be seen by anyone. Not even his teammates knew about it or even his twin brother that he was so close to. You don't even know if they would believe you if you tried to tell them. You simply didn't exist in Atsumu’s life. You were his silly little secret that he made sure no one knew about. But you were ok with it. Of course you were. You were so deeply, madly in love with that setter that you didn't even realize how messed up the agreement was. So you didn't care and for two years you were Miya Atsumu’s secret.
Eight months into the relationship things got extreme. Atsumu didn't just try to hide you from the world, he also started having dating scandals with other people so no one would bat an eye if he was caught with you. He kept living his life like the single man that he wasn't, going to parties every weekend, making sure he was seen too close to some pretty girl. Atsumu would then take the girl to some fancy gala the V League would host or whatever party he had to attend, be seen holding her waist, a big smile on his face as he would lower himself to kiss her cheek. Meanwhile, you would be in your house watching him on the news or reading tweets about it.
Those “one night stands” went to his house more than you have. One year into the relationship and you only went to his house seven times. Of course you had strict rules. You could only arrive after 3am and you would have to stay inside all day and leave after 3am again. You would get inside, Atsumu wouldn't even wake up to say hi. If you wake up at 6am, you are lucky enough to see him get dressed and give him a quick kiss before he's running to practice. If you don't wake up, Atsumu won't bother. You have to be alone all day and under no circumstances you can open the door. When night comes, Atsumu will get home, take a shower and cuddle you on the couch for a bit before he either fucks you or goes to his room to sleep.
The last time you were at his house, unfortunately, his brother decided to show up unannounced. It was 7pm and you were cooking when you heard the door open and you thought that, for once, Atsumu would be home earlier to spend some time with you. Imagine your surprise when you see his twin at the door, a suitcase next to him.
You didn't even have time to introduce yourself before Osamu speaks. “You must be Y/N! Oh, it smells so nice. What are you cooking?”
You wanted to cry, thinking Atsumu finally told someone about your relationship. But everything was shattered the moment Atsumu came home in a hurry and begged you to pretend to be his maid for the week. That's when you realized he didn't tell his brother you were his girlfriend, he told him you were his maid. And foolish you accepted it without second thought. Atsumu managed to convince Osamu that you only worked after 6pm since you had another job so everyday after work you would make your way to Atsumu’s house to clean and cook. At night you slept alone in the cold guest room. Atsumu would sneak in, fuck you for a few hours and then leave you again, cold and hurt in bed without asking if you needed anything.
But you loved him and if this was the only way you could have him, so be it.
Around your year and a half anniversary you realized Atsumu may never tell the world about you. You weren't allowed inside his house again and you would see him less and less as weeks pass by.
“Tsumu… shouldn't we just tell everyone we’re dating? It’s been almost two years.” you asked.
“You know we can't. My fans are crazy and they would be harsh on you.”
“What about telling your friends? Or Osamu?”
His eyes were dark when he looked at you, a silent warning for you to stop talking. That night you had the biggest argument so far and fell asleep crying on your bed, debating whether or not this relationship was worth it.
On your two year anniversary, for the first time, Atsumu decided to celebrate it. You had a weird feeling about it. Atsumu prepared dinner at your house, candles lighting up the place and petals scattered across the table. Your boyfriend seemed nervous and for the first time in a long time you decided to push the weird feeling aside and let yourself hope. Maybe Atsumu finally decided to tell the public about your relationship or maybe he's going to propose! Silly thoughts fill your head as you sit down to have dinner with your boyfriend and you think that maybe from now on things will get different.
Until your phone pings, a notification from a twitter account that posts all of Atsumu’s scandals.
MIYA ATSUMU caught kissing famous korean actress
Atsumu was in a lot of scandals throughout the months but not once he cheated on you. When you open the link on the tweet, a big picture of Atsumu kissing someone else takes over your screen. The sudden date night made sense; he was trying to be the perfect boyfriend so you wouldn't leave him after seeing the news.
Your eyes fill up with tears as you look at the man sitting in front of you. He's stuttering, quickly trying to find out the words to tell you. You get up, the chair making a deafening sound in the silent room. Atsumu gets up too, grabbing your wrist to pull you closer.
“She doesn't mean anything! It was an accident.”
You wanted to slap him. You wanted to ask him how you accidentally kiss someone. But your head was spinning and you couldn't look at him anymore. The skin he was touching felt like it was on fire and you harshly pulled your arm away from his grip. You hated yourself for crying in front of him and you blamed yourself for putting up with his stupid idea of keeping your relationship a secret. At the end of the day it was your fault, wasn't it? You should have seen this coming. You should have broken up with him a long time ago but you didn't. So it's your fault, right? Your brain kept blaming you and at some point your subconscious starts to sound a lot like Atsumu, blaming you for not being enough for him.
“Get out.”
“Baby, I’m so sorry. Please, I didn't mean-”
“Get out!” your voice got louder as you launch at him, trying to punch his face. But his hands, the hands you loved to hold so much, grabbed your fist before it reached his face.
You sob, falling to your knees as you beg through broken cries for him to leave. Your chest is aching and you feel shattered. When the door closes, your cries sound much louder in the silence installed in the house. It's overwhelming and you can still feel his soft lips pressed against yours, the smell of his cologne ingrained in your clothes, his voice whispering sweet words close to your ear. Everything hurts and you feel pathetic, simply because, deep down, you knew this was coming and you still allowed yourself to hope for a future by his side.
But Miya Atsumu was an eye-catcher. He was always under the spotlight with his dazzling personality and charming smile. And no one could make him give up his spot under the spotlight. Not even you.
summary: You get a tattoo and your tattoo artist just happens to be really hot.
warnings: NSFW, oral (f!receiving), inappropriate work behavior I guess, use of pet names (sweetheart, darling, good girl)
The thought of getting your first tattoo was scary. Your mind is full of unanswered questions. Would it hurt? Were you going to regret what you wanted to tattoo? Was the artist actually good or was it just a scam? Those questions followed you until you were laying on the chair, waiting for the tattoo artist.
You had spoken to him through instagram dms, explaining what you wanted to tattoo and he drew it for you. He appeared flirty but not pushy. You didn't really mind when he called you “sweetheart” or “darling”. His profile only had tattoos he did as well as some drawings. You had no idea what he looked like besides the pretty hands that sometimes showed up on his pictures. Despite never seeing his face, he exhaled a good vibe and you felt safe whenever you talked to him. He always made sure to listen to every detail of your idea and always made sure you truly liked it.
The assistant guides you to the room, asking you to lay on the chair and saying Heizou will be here soon. You fidget with your hands trying to calm your nerves when you hear the door open and then close.
“Hello sweetheart, my name is Shikanoin Heizou. Sorry for making you wait.”
Your breath got caught in your throat. Heizou is a bit on the shorter side, lean build with pretty green eyes and burgundy hair. The visible parts of his body were full of black and red tattoos and you wonder if the single dots under each eye are also a tattoo. You feel a bit hot and your thighs involuntarily squeeze together.
“Is this your first tattoo, sweetheart?” you simply nod, unsure of your voice. “Are you excited?”
You barely hear the question as you focus on the way he snaps the black latex gloves on his hands. “Yeah, but I’m also a bit scared.”
“Can you take your pants off, please?” he turns around to give you a bit of privacy, setting up the needed things on his table. “There's nothing to be scared of. It might hurt a little but I think you will be ok.”
You take off your pants, laying on the chair again. You look at your legs and feel a bit sad that you didn't decide to wear other panties, instead settling for the boring black panties.
“I like your tattoos.” you comment, eyeing the lines on his exposed biceps.
He rolls a chair to your side so he can sit and hands you a tablet. “Thank you, they're my pride and joy. I want you to take a last look at the drawing and see if everything is 100% ok. If there's anything you want to change, don't be shy to say it.”
Your hands tremble as you hold the device, trying to focus on the drawing that will be inked on your leg for the rest of your life. Heizou’s hand comes in contact with your thigh as he uses a razor to shave the area that will be covered by the tattoo.
“It looks perfect. It's exactly what I imagined.” you give him back the tablet and he settles it aside, cleaning your thigh and grabbing the stencil.
He's careful while placing the stencil, making sure it's aligned correctly. He’s barely touching you but you can still feel yourself getting hornier and hornier, hoping he doesn't notice it. You look at the ceiling, trying not to pay attention to his hands on you or how hot he looked even though his face was covered by a black mask. The buzzing of the machine overpowers those thoughts as you start feeling nervous again. The needle comes in contact with your skin and you can't help but flinch.
“Are you okay darling?” His free hand caresses your leg. “
“Yes. I’m sorry I just wasn't paying attention.”
He simply nods and you hate that you can't see his expression because of the mask. Heizou returns to the tattoo and the pain isn't as bad as you thought it would be. Until he reaches the inner thigh.
Your hands were gripping the chair, taking deep breaths as you did your best to stay still but you could feel the tears threatening to come out. Heizou would sometimes stop and look at you worried but you simply asked him to continue, wanting it done as soon as possible.
“Good girl. You're taking it so well.” you can't stop the shaking whimper coming out of your mouth. “We’re almost done, darling.”
The next couple of minutes were hell. Your mind couldn't decide whether you were in pain or extremely horny with the soft praise you were receiving from Heizou. When he puts the machine down you sigh in relief, letting yourself relax on the chair as he cleans and wraps the tattoo. You watch him as he takes off his gloves and his mask. He rolls his chair to the far end of the table and in one swift movement he grabs your ankles and pulls your body forward, making you yelp as you lay with your legs on his shoulders.
“Tell me I didn’t misinterpreted the signs.”
“You really didn't.” you murmur, a bit embarrassed that you were so easy to read.
“Can I?”
You mutter a soft yes and Heizou promptly pushes your panties to the side. He leaves kisses all over your pussy. Sweet, soft kisses that make you wish he was also kissing your lips. You whisper his name, a plea for him to do something and he giggles against your cunt before moving one of his fingers to go inside you. You gasp at the sudden intrusion. His nose nuzzles your clit as he gives open mouth kisses, his tongue feeling heavily along with his fingers. He groans and moans against your pussy like he’s the one feeling all the pleasure. Your fingers thread through his hair, pushing his face against your folds. He wraps his lips around your clit, sucking the nub gently. You pull his hair, feeling the vibrations of his moans on your clit.
“Heizou~” you whine, your back arching as you rub yourself against his face, trying to reach your release.
He continues eating you out and you get a bit worried about how he's breathing when his whole face is being shoved into your cunt but the worry is quickly sent away with your orgasm approaching. Heizou’s hands hold your legs in place. Your moans are louder and louder as you reach your high, legs shaking on his grip. His tongue laps everything and he finally lets you go, pulling himself away. His mouth and chin are wet and he grabs a napkin to clean his face. Heizou is smirking at you, almost mocking the way you're heavily breathing. You feel hot and incredibly tired. Heizou uses a napkin to clean the slick sticking on your thighs and folds, pulling the panties to the side again to fix them. You sit on the chair and he grabs your pants, carefully sliding up your legs.
“You should come to my house tomorrow.” you say, unable to look in his eyes. “To make sure everything’s good with the tattoo."
This season's singles meet and plan a steamy retreat. Meanwhile, our high-tech hostess is getting ready to deliver some bombshell news.
12 hours until the sex ban
Hostess: In less than twelve hours our horny singles will be hit with a no-sex sucker punch. Thankfully, I don't have to break the news, as this luxury no-bone zone comes fully equipped with its own virtual guide - Lana! Its purpose is to lead the guests to making deeper and more meaningful connections without the physical aspect of it.
For the first twelve hours, Lana will be watching and analyzing our guests and will be secretly gathering personal data before laying down the sex ban.
Let's meet our oblivious singles and let the show begin.
You
Age: 23 years old
Occupation: Fashion designer
Last relationship: “Four months ago. He broke up with me because his job was more important than me and he just didn't have the time for me.”
Her type: “I don't even know. Probably tall men with tattoos that look like gangsters.”
Haitani Ran
Age: 26 years old
Occupation: “I’m rich and that's all that matters”
Last relationship: “Can't even remember but my last hookup was like 10 minutes ago.”
His type: “Big boobs.”
Haitani Rindou
Age: 25 years old
Occupation: “My brother told me to say I’m rich and that's all that matters.”
Last relationship: “Never had one. It was something that didn't interest me.”
His type: “I like tall women. If they're taller than me, that's hot.”
Hanma Shuji
Age: 24 years old
Occupation: Stripper
Last relationship: “A couple of months ago. She cheated on me with one of my coworkers.”
His type: “Love a big ass but I’ll fuck anyone who wants to fuck me.”
Sano Emma
Age: 22 years old
Occupation: Influencer/Model
Last relationship: “Never been in one! I guess I just haven't found the right one for me.”
Her type: “I love tall men with tattoos! Absolutely my favorite. But as long as they're nice and sweet, I don't mind the appearance.”
Madarame Shion
Age: 25 years old
Occupation: Tattoo artist and piercer
Last relationship: “4 years ago. She dumped me because I pierced a girl’s pussy and she got super jealous.”
His type: “ANYONE! I just love women so much. They're all so pretty and hot.”
Shiba Yuzuha
Age: 23 years old
Occupation: “I’m my little brother's manager.”
Last relationship: “Months ago with an ugly guy that cheated on me.”
Her type: “I don't care about physical attributes but I really want someone who's sweet, caring and doesn't mind that sometimes I have to stay away for a couple of weeks because of work.”
Ryuguji Ken (Draken)
Age: 23 years old
Occupation: Owns a bike shop
Last relationship: “A couple of months ago with a girl that broke up with me because she fell in love with my coworker.”
His type: “I usually go for blondes.”
Tachibana Hinata
Age: 22 years old
Occupation: Influencer and a cosmetic brand owner
Last relationship: “Oh God! It was months ago. He didn't like the attention my fame brought to him.”
Her type: “Ah~ I like them skinny and scrawny. Just complete losers.”
Suzuki Mina
Age: 24 years old
Occupation: Bartender
Last relationship: “Never had one. I'm not the one to commit.”
Her type: “Big, strong men who can manhandle me. I don't settle for less.”
In 23 years of your life, you never thought you would join a random reality show where you had to party and bond with hot people for a whole summer because your boyfriend dumped you. You didn't think much about it, simply joining the show to show your ex that you were just fine without him. You weren't. One night stands were now part of your life. A different person to fuck you every week with no strings attached. You just couldn't let yourself form meaningful connections with anyone after that relationship. People would leave no matter how much you care for them. So you didn't think twice before jumping on this opportunity. You get to spend the whole summer having casual hookups with no feelings involved and no time to think about how heartbroken you're feeling even though the breakup was four months ago. You wouldn't allow yourself to stop and think about it.
The presentations were a bit awkward, as expected. No one knew what to say, simply introducing themselves and mostly asking to be called by their first name. Emma and Hinata did most of the talking, trying to ease the tension on the way to the place everyone was going to stay at. Soon enough, the nerves went away and you felt like you had known them for more than a couple of minutes. The conversation was flowing, you already liked the girls and you couldn't deny that you wouldn't mind fucking every men here. Still, you promised yourself that you wouldn't do anything on TV… on the first night. You don't know how long it will take until you disappoint your mom but Hanma Shuji and Haitani Ran caught your attention right away. They're handsome and are just your type. Luckily you caught Hanma’s attention just as much while the older Haitani seemed more interested in Mina. You didn't mind, there was plenty of time to make your move on him and you were sure none of them came to this show to fall in love. It was still the first day after all and there was no need to rush.
The room was huge, full of big beds. If you counted correctly, there was one for each but you wouldn't mind sharing one with someone. It was obvious that eventually more people would join to stir up the drama. That's what the viewers want.
You sit on one of the comfy beds, your back against the headboard. You look around the room and your eyes stop on a weird lava lamp that you were sure you have seen around the villa but paid no mind. It was probably some decoration item. Hinata, Yuzuha, Kokonoi and Hanma sat in beds close to you, the rest of the people nowhere to be seen.
“Anyone you wanna share a bed with?” Hinata asks, looking around the room , murmuring numbers as she counts the beds.
Kokonoi is the first to deny, saying he will fight anyone who tries to get in bed with him. Yuzuha says she doesn't mind sharing with one of the girls if needed since none of the guys caught her attention. Hinata happily calls dibs on Yuzuha if new people ever join and you need to share beds.
“I wouldn't mind sharing with Y/N.” Hanma Shuji, that sneaky bastard, says, eyeing you from the bed next to yours.
You move a bit to the side and pat the place next to you. Hanma almost jumps into the bed, eager to be next to you. He’s closer to you than needed, your shoulders touching. He smells like a deep earthy musk, a faint smell of cigarettes mixed with it. It's good, it's intoxicating, and you can't help but move closer until the point where your senses are overfilled with his smell. The others become background noise while you're looking at the man sitting beside you. His hand tattoos caught your attention, making you grab one of his hands to look at it better. Your finger traces the kanji tattooed on his left hand and Hanma simply watches you, entranced by your actions.
“Sin and…” you grab the other hand. “...punishment?”
“Yeah. Pretty cool, right?”
You look at him, getting your face a little closer to his to whisper “Yeah, it's hot.”.
“Trying to make me pop a boner when we just met?”
“Is it working?”
Hanma doesn't reply and simply grabs a pillow to put on his lap. You don't know if you're glad or not that other people are in the room, preventing you from jumping on top of this man and devouring him. Perhaps you could forget about that rule you set to yourself about not sleeping with anyone on the first night.
Your lewd thoughts about the man next to you are interrupted when Shion enters the room to announce you're having a welcome party. You get up and wait for Hanma by the bed, watching everyone excitedly leaving the room. Before you can walk out of the door, a big hand grabs your wrist making you turn around. Your mind froze when you feel Hanma kissing you. It's surprisingly soft and slow and it doesn't take long for you to close your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible. Unfortunately, the kiss didn't last long and you try to chase his lips as soon as he moves away. He smirks, amused by your neediness and pulls you to meet the others.
Shion is doing some weird dance moves when you get outside and you can see Emma already talking to Draken in a corner. Hinata and Yuzuha are dancing together. Well, Hinata is dancing and trying to make Yuzuha move by swinging her arms.
Ran is the one who suggests a game. One person has to be blindfolded and the others can touch, kiss, or whatever they feel like. The blindfolded person has to guess who touched them. There's no winner and certainly no rules. You excitedly grab the blindfold and Mina helps you tie it in the back of your head. You only hear laughs and then lips on yours. The already familiar scent gives away who it is and you make the most of it, not wanting him to pull away too soon again. His hand goes down to grab your ass, pulling you closer to him and the whistles in the background bring you back to earth and you pull away for air. You say Hanma's name and big hands help you take off the blindfold and fix your hair. His pretty face is staring at you and you can't help but pull him to another kiss.
People kept taking turns, some being more bold than others. When Ran’s turn arrived, Mina pulled you with her and signaled for a kiss. You did your best trying to have a threeway kiss. Ran’s hands are holding yours and Mina’s waist and he bites your lower lip before moving to bite Mina’s. You use your thumb to clean the drool on his lips and he guesses right. You don't even sit since it's Hanma’s turn and excitedly walk to him, you kiss his neck, biting it softly but not enough to give him a hickey. Your hand goes down his chest, feeling the muscle and stopping just where his shorts start. His hand cups your face to pull you for a kiss, his tongue promptly exploring your mouth. A ding in the background catches your attention and you move away from Hanma to look at your new friends. You both sit down and the hostess appears, her smile making you a bit uneasy.
“Hello everyone! How’s everyone doing tonight? Enjoying the party?” A chorus of yes is heard. “That's good! Tonight, we have a special guest.”
A big box is brought to the center. Everyone seems excited but you can't help but get the feeling that something wrong is going to happen. The lights go down and Hinata’s excited voice can be heard, asking who it might be. The suspense is killing you, your leg bouncing a bit. Smoke starts coming out of the box and then a platform goes up, revealing the weird lava lamp that is placed all over the villa. It lights up and another ding is heard.
“Hello. I’m Lana.” the device says. “Your personal, digital assistant. Welcome to the retreat.” You look at Hanma, a bit confused about the talking cone. He looks as confused as you. “You may be in paradise but the party is over.”
“What does that mean?!” Emma’s voice is heard from the other side of the couch.
“The purpose of this retreat is to help you gain deeper and more emotional connections.”
Your jaw drops. Suddenly, all the idiotic questions about your sex and dating life made sense. The way they tried to get every single bit of what happened with your break up masking it with curiosity.
“This is bullshit.” Hanma murmurs beside you.
“For the last twelve hours, I have been watching you and learning about your behavior. You have been selected as you are all having meaningless flings over genuine relationships.”
“That's a lie!” Hinata says.
“If it was a lie I don't think you would have been selected, hun.” Yuzuha replies.
“As part of your social development, I have allocated a price of ¥30,000,000.”
The gasp you let out is almost involuntary. It's a great prize but you feel like there's a but coming and you don't like what you have been hearing so far.
“Are they going to keep the two of us close in a closet until we develop a meaningful connection or something?” Rindou comments.
“However…”
“There it is.” you laugh.
“I will deduct money from the prize fund if there are breaches to the rules. There is no kissing, no heavy petting, no sex and no self-gratification.”
“Wait, wait, wait, what's that?” Shion asks, a genuine confused look on his face.
“You can't masturbate.”
You let your head fall on your hands, thinking about how stupid you could be that you got yourself into this type of reality show. Hanma sighs next to you, falling back on the couch and laughing, even though you can tell it's fake.
summary: Tokyo Revengers men react to you having a clit piercing.
warnings: Suggestive! Mentions of piercings (Reader has an VCH - The vertical clitoral hood piercing where it pierces vertically through a thin section of the hood’s peak), established relationships (Shinichiro and Koko's part).
Network: @tokyo-ballroom
-> Takeomi Akashi
Takeomi almost didn't show up to the blind date set up by his dumb friends. He's so happy he didn’t cancel because you were the most beautiful person he has ever met. He actually had fun on the date, talking to you like he has known you for years and he just feels so comfortable around you. You take turns asking questions, as a way to get to know each other.
“What's your opinion on piercings?” you ask, curious.
“I don't mind if someone has piercings, it's their choice. I like it though, they always look pretty cool. Do you have any?”
Takeomi should've known as soon as you smiled at him, leaning forward on the table to whisper close to his ear.
“I have one in a very cool place. Wanna find out where?”
Takeomi had a “no sex on the first date” policy but he was just a man and how could he say no to a request like that? He drove through many red lights, eager to get you to his house. When he found out where the shiny metal ball was, Takeomi wasted no time putting his face between your legs to show you just how much he loved piercings.
-> Shinichiro Sano
Shinichiro never thought he would get a partner, especially not someone as attractive as you but he couldn't be more grateful. Contrary to popular belief, Shinichiro didn't try to fuck as soon as you started dating. In fact, he felt quite shy and intimidated by the whole thing. You would make out, Shinichiro would receive some handjobs and blowjobs but it never went past that. It wasn't until you’ve been dating for three months that he decided to actually do something and stop being scared.
You're lying in bed, Shinichiro between your legs struggling to remove your pants. He had a faint blush in his cheeks, his intense stare on your thighs and an already visible wet spot in your panties. He looks at you with his fingers hooked in your underwear, asking if he could take them off. You simply nod and he slowly pulls it down, his eyes on yours too shy to even look down.
When he does he feels his heart stop. The little metal ball is very noticeable and Shinichiro’s brain stops working. He didn't know what to do or what to say, simply staring at it with his mouth slightly open.
“Shin, are you ok?”
“Is that… Is that a piercing?”
“I tried to tell you before but I didn't know how. I’m sorry, baby.”
“No, no!” He panics. “Don't be sorry. It looks really pretty.”
You reach out for his hand, encouraging him to touch it. Shinichiro is slow at first, scared he's going to hurt you. But after a few minutes he's not scared anymore and playing with your piercing has become his favorite activity.
-> Hajime Kokonoi
Koko notices something is wrong with you as soon as he gets home. You're fidgety and don't even notice him. He has to be the one approaching you for you to try to act normal but he can see right through your act. But he doesn't push you nor force you to talk, simply going through his night routine without asking questions. For the next couple of days, he notices how you always try to tell him something but simply give up and move on with your day. You shut down any sexual advances and Koko respects you but now he's even more curious. It takes two weeks for you to say something.
“Promise you won't be mad at me.”
Koko is sitting on the couch, his laptop on his lap with Excel open, a cup of coffee in his hand. He pats the place next to him and you promptly sit , turning to look at him.
“What's up?”
“Promise Hajime.”
“I promise I won't be mad at you. What's wrong?”
Koko watches as you take a deep breath and shift your eyes to your hands. “I got my clit pierced.”
If it wasn't for the silence in the room, he wouldn't have heard it. But luckily he did and he doesn't know how to even process that information. “Your… clit?”
“Well, yeah. It was a last minute decision and I didn't know how to tell you… are you mad?”
“Of course I’m not mad. It's your decision.” he puts the laptop and the mug on the coffee table and moves closer to you. “Now come here. I want to take a closer look.”
-> Haruchiyo Sanzu
Sanzu always loved piercings. He was full of them, some pretty visible and some hidden. Still, he never got tired of getting more and more, practically getting high on the pain. He always went to the same piercer since he started getting them but today there was a new employee. You were truly mesmerizing and Sanzu was enamoured of you. You were so nice to him, asking him if it was okay if you were the one piercing him today. Of course it was okay. Sanzu would do anything to have your hands touching him.
Sanzu was getting an industrial on his ear and you told him what he should do to clean and sanitize it so it doesn't risk infections. He knew all of it by heart and he couldn't care less but this time he paid attention to every word coming out of your mouth. It was noticeable that you cared about his well-being, informing him to contact you if he needed anything. You even gave him your number and he couldn't help but think that it was an excuse.
You were careful piercing his ear, always asking if he was okay and if he was comfortable. Sanzu was sure he would come back more just to see you.
“How many piercings do you have?” you ask, as he’s getting up from the chair.
“Stopped counting at 10.” he says. “Some are hidden though. I have one on my dick.”
“That's so cool! I have one on my clit.”
Sanzu has to hold the chair behind him because he feels like he is going to pass out. You said it so naturally, barely lifting your eyes to look at him as you're cleaning the room. Sanzu doesn't remember a time where he got speechless but right now he had no idea what he was going to reply.
“My shift ends at 6:30pm. Maybe come by and I’ll take you to my house to see the piercing.”
And you walk out the door without sparing a second glance at him. It's not hard to guess that at 6:30pm, Sanzu was standing at the door, waiting for you to come out and drag him to your house.
A/N: Hi Friends, I got a request but all of my asks were deleted when I was clearing out my drafts. So, if you're the anon that requested our fav twin breeding us while we're menstruating - THANK YOU ❤ <- this has literally been in my drafts for 3 months so I’m terribly sorry; also please miss me with the squeamish comments i literally dgaf , if you ain’t nasty then why are you here ? 🤨 also not proofread cause we die like men 🤧
Synopsis : Our kind boyfriend Beelzebub hates when we have our period, so he came up with a solution!
Warning: Period Sex , Oral (F!Receiving), Somnophillia, Himbo!Beel , no dialogue cause I’m feeling lazy and I literally picked this up after months of sitting.
For Beelzebub, life in Devildom used to be so simple. A constant cycle of eating, lifting and more eating. This was still true when you came along. He was actually eating and lifting you most of the time. Things were so perfect and he couldn’t be happier. The only downside to your relationship was him having to witness you curled into a ball and sobbing once a month because you were in so much pain. He wished he could take your period away, even said as much to his twin who got a mischievous glint in his eye.
Okay, he had to admit he was a little nervous when Belphegor planted the idea in his head. Not that he was turned off—hell no. There isn’t a thing in all the realms that could lower Beelzebub need for you. It’s just … he was scared to hurt you ☹️
You see, even though he’s a sweet boi he can be kind of rough in the bedroom and knowing that you’re already in pain, he didn’t want to add too it. But, his brother convinced him—even took him to Satan who confirmed that orgasms helped with period pain but scurried out of the blonde demon’s room when he asked for more context.
Now here he is—standing at the foot of your bed while you toss and turn in the sheets, clutching the little lamb plushie to your tummy for some comfort. Beel can’t take it anymore. There’s no way he can stand by and let this keep happening if he knows that there’s a way to stop it.
A soft moan startled you awake accompanied by a tingling in your abdomen and a tightening of your core. Bleary eyes opened revealing the hulking form of Beelzebub with his face and fingers buried in your bloody cunt.
The rusty crimson shade painted his cheeks and chin, it mixed with the slick pouring from your weeping hole dripping onto the sheets in a glorious mess. Your pussy spasmed and clenched around the two fingers that were curling deliciously in your core while he sucked on your clit. Exactly how long he’d been eating you is unknown but his bruised lips and bare member—cherry red and leaking pre—suggested that it’s been a while.
The redhead licked you through your orgasm, enjoying the way your body writhed for him. He could see that you were in embarrassed, it was apparent in the way you looked away and chewed your lip but he knew that you were feeling good by the way your fingers pulled at his hair.
The giant man rose slowly, wiping his mouth of his arm before sloppily pressing your lips together. A lustful kiss that tasted of copper, and slick. Your cunt ached for him, lifting your hips to run your sloppy little pussy on his dick. Beelzebub growled, big tongue lolling out of his mouth to trace over your pulse while he pushed himself inside you.
He filled you so well—stretching you out to the point of paint but it was so intermixed with pleasure that you didn’t mind. He praised you so sweetly—saying that you took him so well and would be the prettiest momma. When your eyes widened he smiled sweetly and kissed your cheek.
“M’gonna fuck you full of my babies, that way you won’t get a period no more”
@kind-himbo-beel literally just thought of you when I finished writing and thought you might wanna take a look at this 🧡
@xogabbiexo & @bookwormsenpai come get your man he’s being nasty again.
@trashybandit think you like obey me so here’s some filth
tw: fem!reader, exhibitionism, public sex, clothed sex, unprotected sex, creampie, some fluff. m.dni
for @scandescent hehe happy early bday my beloved!! ik it isn't much but u want koko n you shall receive it c:
Sugar Daddy!Kokonoi who is at first just in it to help you, a dear friend, make your way through school. It was expensive, had you swimming up to your ears in debt, and almost had you dropping out from the sheer stress. It was his offer that helped turn things in your life around.
Sugar Daddy!Kokonoi who has to excuse himself from meetings when you randomly send him a lewd or nude photo of yourself. Especially when you're on campus. Something about the risks you take in public really get him going. But, he will tell you to get back to class and pay attention. After all, he is the one paying for your education.
Sugar Daddy!Kokonoi who takes you out on small dates here and there to show you its become more than the sex and money. He showers you in gifts and fine jewelry just hoping it puts a smile on your face.
Sugar Daddy!Kokonoi who lets you stay the night and pulls you into him as you sleep. Who lightly brushes his hand through your soft hair, and lightly traces patterns on your skin. He falls asleep with you curled into him simply because he enjoys your warmth and the way you feel in his arms.
Sugar Daddy!Kokonoi who's slowly been increasing your budget before taking you on full on shopping sprees. With each outfit you try on, he pictures himself ripping it right off you. Until you step out of the dressing room in a short black dress. He pushes you back inside and shuts the door behind him.
Sugar Daddy!Kokonoi who's running his hands up your thigh and tracing his fingers over your skimpy panties. He leans in close and in a low tone says, "I hope you like this dress as much as I do. Gonna have to buy it after I fuck you in it." He can feel how wet his words make you through the fabric.
Sugar Daddy!Kokonoi who's shoving his fingers in your mouth with one hand to keep you quiet as he pushes your panties to the side and dips his fingers into your slick cunt with the other.
Sugar Daddy!Kokonoi who's got you shaking and sweating as he bullies your tight hole. He shushes you as he feels your walls tightening around him, knowing you're about to cum. He pulls away before you can fully get off.
Sugar Daddy!Kokonoi who's got you pressed against the wall, leg hoisted around his hip, and his lips on yours as he finally sinks into you. He doesn't break contact because he knows your cute little whimpers will turn into moans.
Sugar Daddy!Kokonoi who kisses up and down your neck once you assure him you can keep it down as he picks up his pace. He ends up burying his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his own noises as he fervently drug his hard cock along your gummy walls. Pushing himself until he's bottoming out inside you and driving you towards your climax.
Sugar Daddy!Kokonoi who cums deep inside you as he reaches his own high. He has to hold you upright as your legs shake. He pulls out, pulling your panties back into place before juices can drip down your legs.
Sugar Daddy!Kokonoi who gives you a cheeky grin before saying, "Let's go pay for your dress so I can rip it off you once we get home."
warnings: NSFW, established relationship (shinichiro x reader), gangbang, oral (m->f and f->m), fingering, vaginal sex, cum eating, voyeurism, brat taming
summary: you should’ve listened to your friends when they warned you about sanzu haruchiyo but you had been blinded by the fame that came along with working with him.
“Shhhh,” he murmured and your entire body shuddered as his breath fanned over the back of your neck, his fingers gripping your hips so tight that you knew it would be bruised by morning. “Gotta be quiet, pretty, or they’re all gonna hear us.”
You let out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering shut at the thought. Fuck, you shouldn’t be doing this. You knew that but you still let Sanzu fucking Haruchiyo convince you to follow him down the side hall of the awards ceremony fifteen minutes before you were supposed to accept your award for top upcoming actress.
You should’ve known better. All of your friends had warned you about Sanzu before you had taken the offer as the female lead in the movie he was starring in--but you had been blinded by the prospect of fame and wealth, knowing damn well that his movies always did well because of his fanbase. They had warned you that Sanzu had a thing for young, pretty things but you had been so certain that they were just exaggerating it, or even if they hadn’t been, that you would be different, you wouldn’t give in.
“He’s a fuckin’ sleeze, y/n, you should just wait for another offer. You’re an incredible actress, don’t let this fuckin’ douchebag ruin you.”
Yuzuha and Hinata had pushed and pushed for you to reject the offer, they were so insistent that you thought they were exaggerating. You were sure they had been exaggerating because he had been so careful about it. Careful not to make any moves too quickly, to not set off the alarm bells--giving you soft words of encouragement and gentle touches whenever you were nervous before shooting a scene, assuring you that it was okay when you stuttered over your words and the two of you had to redo your lines for the fifth time, directing dark glares toward anyone who would roll their eyes at you. He was good to you, and maybe you should have been suspicious from what all your friends had been saying, but you couldn’t bring yourself to see through his pretty face and prettier smiles.
Sanzu’s fingers danced along your clit, playing with the puffy bud with the tips of his fingers as he pressed the tip of his cock between your folds and you whimpered as you felt his cock slide against you, slipping against your wet cunt, “Unless y’want them all to hear, hm?” he mocked but even as you shook your head, another moan slipped from your lips as his fat tip nudged against your entrance and he only laughed, “You do, fuckin’ filthy little bitch, aren’t ya?”
You weren’t even quite sure how it had gotten this far. Soft touches led lingering ones, and lingering ones led to suggestive ones, and after one dirty scene that maybe felt a bit too real even with all of the cameras on you, Sanzu Haruchiyo just couldn’t keep his hands off of you--pulling you aside after a day of filming, knocking you onto your knees so he could fuck your face; dragging you into the bathroom on lunch breaks so he could fuck his cum into you before sending you back on your way to finish filming; bringing you back to his hotel room to spend half of the night buried between your thighs before splitting you open on his cock.
And you hated it because you had promised yourself that you wouldn’t lose yourself like all the other young actresses tended to once they started to make it big but you couldn’t stop yourself from falling for Sanzu Haruchiyo’s flashy smiles and wild laughs that just seemed maybe a bit more genuine whenever he looked at you--or maybe it was just your imagination, because you knew the tabloids were already betting on how long Sanzu’s latest conquest would remain in his limelight.
You were ripped from your thoughts as Sanzu’s grip on your hips tightened, chest flush against your back as he sunk his cock into you, moans muffled into the skin of your neck.
“‘s it, baby, takin’ me so fuckin good,” Sanzu groaned and you swore you felt dizzy from how his cock was stretching out your walls, from his breath hot against your skin, “always takin’ me s’good, best fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever had, might just keep you around.”
“H-Haru,” you hated how your voice came out as a whimper and you hated even more how Sanzu let out another huff of laughter against your skin, “Haru, we gotta hurry, gonna call me up any minute.”
“That’s right, my pretty baby’s gettin’ an award tonight,” Sanzu cooed, drawing his hips back and snapping them back into you. You would’ve let out another, louder moan had his fingers not made their way into your mouth, muffling the noise. And you hated, hated how the ‘my’ made your walls tighten around his cock and you hated how Sanzu smiled against your neck, clearly noticing it as well.
“M-mhm,” you tried to agree but Sanzu only pressed down harder on your tongue, making you gag, while his other hand slid down your body, sneaking underneath the pretty dress that he had rolled up to your hips.
And you barely had the concentration to lament over the fact that the expensive dress was going to be wrinkled walking up to receive the reward. In the distance, you heard another name get called up and the subsequent applause, anxiety brewed in your chest when you realized how soon you’d have to be up there
Sanzu didn’t seem bothered, keeping you pressed up against the wall, hips snapping into yours at an unforgivable pace, cock stretching you so good it burned, hitting so deep inside of you it almost hurt, dragging against every inch of your walls and you knew your makeup was smearing, you could feel it and it made you want to cry. Drool was pooling around his fingers, smudging your lipstick, and Sanzu only laughed again, biting down hard on your exposed neck.
Your eyes knocked back as his teeth dug into your skin at the same time as his fingers brushed your clit, so lightly that it had your hips jerking and thighs trembling for more. And you could hear it, god you could hear the chatter down the hall of all of the event goers, knowing that anyone could walk down the hall to go to the bathroom and catch Sanzu Haruchiyo bullying his cock deep into your cunt, knowing it would ruin your career in the film industry, but it only spurred you on more and you reveled in the way Sanzu let out a choked moan against you when he felt your cunt clamp down on his cock again.
“Fuck, fuck, baby, don’t do that,” he groaned, hips stuttering against yours but you could only let out another whine, muffled around his fingers. Hands splayed flat against the wall, arms tense and trembling as Sanzu’s fingers flicked over your clit, as he picked up the pace of his hips again.
You were going to cum. You could feel your abdomen tensing and tightening, the heat pooling making your head feel fuzzy and your body shaky. “‘m, ‘m ‘nna-” your words were slurred and muffled around Sanzu’s fingers, body going weak.
“Gonna cum, princess?” Sanzu murmured, lips massaging bruises into your neck, teeth scraping your skin, tongue tracing patterns. If you were any more in control of your body, you would’ve pushed his face away, knowing that the way your hairstylists had done your hair would leave all of the marks visible for everybody in that room, and everybody watching back home on TV, to see.
But you weren’t in control of your body, only focused on the building pleasure and rapidly approaching high. You could barely keep your eyes open, jaw going slack as Sanzu pinched your clit. The cry you let out was loud, even with his fingers muffling it, they could hear you, they could hear you, they could hear you, you wanted to sob because you knew you were being too loud, you were too close to where the ceremony was taking place, the sloppy sound of Sanzu fucking himself deep into your cunt and your moans were just too loud and Sanzu knew.
He knew that the two of you were being too fucking loud and he only let out a laugh, mocking you as your body went weak in his hold, as your hands slipped from the wall to claw at his wrists when he kept fucking you through your orgasm, fingers rubbing your clit, cock fucking right through your spasming walls, ignoring your thrashing body and muffled pleas.
And it was too much, you felt hot and dizzy, pleasure building again, too fast you were choking over your moans, over his fingers, your vision was going spotty and your legs were trembling.
Were you gonna cum again? Already?
Sanzu seemed to realize it too, a low moan slipping from his lips, “Fuck, can feel you fuckin’ suckin’ me in, gonna cum for me twice, princess?” he asked and you tried to shake your head, say no because that’s embarrassing but you didn’t get the chance because your vision was flashing white as Sanzu drove his hips faster into you, pace shifting into a more erratic one as he chased his own high. Your grip around his wrists went limp, knees nearly buckling when you Sanzu fucked you into your second orgasm.
Your ears rang and your head felt light when you heard him let out an obscenely loud moan, painting your insides hot and white with his cum as your walls clamped down around him for the second time.
And you weren’t sure how much time had passed before Sanzu was slipping out of you and you were barely holding your weight up against the wall, dress still bunched above your hips, his cum leaking out of you and staining your thighs.
“Squirted all over my dress pants, ‘m gonna have to go out there like this, y’know?” he complained as he tucked himself back into his pants and your blurred vision barely was able to catch the stains on his thighs and near his crotch area. Sanzu stepped forward, haphazardly pulling down your dress, a mocking smile pulling at his lips, “look like a fuckin’ trainwreck, baby.”
And you did, you caught sight of yourself in a reflection: mascara smeared all over your cheeks, lipstick smudged across your chin, hickies and bite marks lining your neck, dress wrinkled and rumpled. You tried to take a step toward the bathroom but your legs trembled and nearly gave out--you would’ve hit the floor had Sanzu not grabbed your bicep, steadying you.
“Nuh uh, you don’t got time to clean up, princess,” Sanzu’s grin was nothing short of ruthless, “Let’s go, ‘n be careful walkin’ up to the stage, yeah? Don’t want your dress shiftin’ ‘n lettin’ all them fuckers get a eyeful of my cum leakin’ out of you. All eyes 'bout to be on you, baby."
summary: sanzu haruchiyo liked to think he was a patient man, but even the most patient of men finally snap.
warnings: yandere!haruchiyo, soft dom!haruchiyo, service dom!haruchiyo, obsessive and possessive behavior, implied stalking, manipulation, dubcon, slight somno, mirror sex, oral sex (m->f), overstimulation, dumbification, praise, brief implied baby trapping, squirting, implied character death (not reader or haruchiyo), pet names (pretty girl, princess, babygirl, baby), slight manhandling, pretty graphic descriptions of violence at one or two points
wordcount: 4.5k
notes: for @arozaur's hide n seek collab !! ^.^
You were supposed to come back.
Sanzu stared down at his phone, grip around it so tight that he swore it was going to shatter in his hand. His lungs were burning as he looked at the smiling picture of you and your new boyfriend, unable to tear his eyes off of it, his blood ran hot for all of the wrong reasons, he couldn’t think straight his mind felt fuzzy as rage began to sweep through each and every cell of his body.
Boyfriend, blood roared in his ears, his jaw tightened, teeth grinding together painfully. Not a fuckin’ boyfriend, he’s your fucking boyfriend, he’s just a leech, taking advantage of your naivety. A fuckin-
“Sanzu,” Rindou’s voice drew him from his thoughts and Sanzu turned a dark glare on him.
“The fuck do you want?” he spit out, Rindou’s gaze sharpened.
“Stop sitting here sulking and do something about it if you’re so fuckin’ shitty over this girl,” Rindou said, “We don’t want you here if you’re just gonna sit here and kill the mood.”
And Sanzu had half a mind to bash Rindou’s face into the table and he probably would have had his words not set off a string of thoughts that had him staring blankly ahead, mind whirring.
Do something about it.
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“He cheated on me, and my friends they all-” you were shaking in the door of his apartment, lips wobbling, eyes wet, and Sanzu could only stand there, staring at you in shock because a part of him couldn’t believe that you were actually standing in front of him. “I-I’m sorry, ‘m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go.”
And Sanzu opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out, and you clearly took it the wrong way.
“... I’m sorry. I should go,” you were backing away and panic shot through him immediately, his hand darted out, wrapping around your wrist as he tugged you back toward him.
“No,” he said, “No, s’okay, baby, you know you can always come to me.”
His breath caught as the pet name slipped from his lips before he could stop. Did he push too far too quickly? Need to be careful, don’t ruin this chance. But relief swept through him when your face only crumbled at the pet name and he for a second, he could have sworn that he had caught an expression of longing sweep across your face.
He found himself proven correct by the next words that left for your lips, “I missed you so much,” your voice wavered, “So, so much, you have no idea. Never should’ve left you, I-”
Sanzu moved before his mind could catch up, your words clouding his thoughts as he tugged you into his apartment, letting the door shut behind you--because this was all he fucking wanted. His hands were shaky as he leaned in close, pressing his lips to yours for the first time in three months, trembling fingers coming up to cup your face as he let out a soft whimper against your lips, running his thumb over your cheekbone. He could feel your wet tears staining his face and how your lips clung to his like a lifeline, your hands curling around the cloth of his shirt, holding him close, and Sanzu swore that everything was right in the world again at that moment.
He pulled back, lips brushing yours, “He never deserved you,” he said, voice little over a breath as he wiped away the tears streaming down your face, “You’re so good, too good, too good for anyone, he never deserved you, you only deserve the best.”
You shook your head and he hated how the glassy-eyed expression you were giving him made his blood run hot, “Haru-”
He bit back the moan that nearly escaped his lips at the sound of you saying his name, Haru, Haru, Haru, he could listen to you say his name forever and never get tired of it, it was the sweetest song his ears had ever heard. He had hated his name until he met you and it suddenly became his favorite word every time it spilled from your lips.
“My pretty girl,” Sanzu murmured, bringing your face back closer to his, pressing his lips to your forehead and then your nose and then to each of your cheeks, “The prettiest girl, my perfect baby, he didn’t deserve you.”
“I just don’t understand,” you sobbed, throwing yourself forward into his arms and Sanzu caught you, arms wrapped tight around your waist as you flung yours around his shoulders. He brought one hand up to cradle the back of your head as you buried your face into the crook of his neck and Sanzu let out a shaky breath, eyes wide. “I did everything right, I-I gave it my all and he was so good, he never showed any sign of this I didn’t expect it, I..”
Your voice trailed off as Sanzu got lost in his own thoughts.
Love you, love you, love you, god he fucking loved you and he missed you, he missed you so, so, so, so much. He missed holding you in his arms, he missed being the one you ran to whenever you were upset, he missed kissing you, he missed your scent, your taste, the way you felt against him, he missed everything about you, he missed you so much it hurt.
“... must be somethin’ wrong with me, Haru, I-”
Sanzu’s grip around you tightened, how dare-
“Don’t you ever say that,” Sanzu hissed, pulling you away from him so he could look you in the eye, he softened at the teary-eyed look you directed at him, bringing one hand to your face to cup your cheek, “You’re so perfect, princess.”
You shook your head and rage darkened his mind and it took all of his willpower to stop himself from tightening his grip around your face. He would kill him. He would kill him. He would kill him so fucking brutally that nobody would be able to identify his remains, strip the skin from his muscles and the muscles from his bones, he would tear him apart because nobody had any right to make his perfect girl feel so awful about herself. Nobody. He would kill anyone that did.
He would kill him.
“Let me show you,” he breathed out, “Babygirl, let me show you.”
“Haru, I dunno,” you were shaking your head but your hands tightened around the cloth of his shirt and he ran his thumb over your cheek, mouth drying as your eyes fluttered shut, instinctively leaning into his touch.
“Please,” Sanzu murmured, bringing his other hand back to your face, tilting your head up so that you were looking at him, your eyes met his again and Sanzu swore that the entire world could be burning around him and he wouldn’t even notice because all that matter was you--you and your pretty eyes and hypnotic voice, god he had been deprived of it so long, for too long, Sanzu was sure he couldn’t live without you.
He brought his lips back down to yours and his breath shook against your lips as your hands came up, one hand slipping behind his head and the other coming up to cup the side of his neck to hold him close as you deepened the kiss, tongue darted out to swipe at his bottom lip.
And Sanzu couldn’t breathe, he felt like he was on cloud nine, his hands slid down from your face to your thighs, lifting you and you gasped into his mouth. Sanzu all but whimpered when your legs wrapped around his waist, arms tightening around his shoulders. Closer, he needed you closer, he couldn’t get close enough to you.
He was barely thinking straight as he brought you through his apartment, mind hazy, drunk off of the taste of you. He laid you back on his bed, pulling off of you, and Sanzu felt dizzy as you reached out for him, a whine slipping from your lips as he pulled away.
This was all he wanted, all he had ever wanted was for you to want him, need him, as much as he needed you. But you didn’t, you never fucking did. He was always too much--too clingy, too protective, too smothering. You always wanted to go out, do things without him, and it wasn’t fair because all he wanted was you.
“Haru, I’m going out with my friends tonight… No, Haru, it’s just a girl’s night..”
“Haru, I can do this on my own.”
“Haru, I don’t need your help with this, I’ve got it.”
“Haru, please, I need space.”
“Haru, I think we need to take a break.”
“Haru,” your voice in the present knocked him out of the memories of the past, before you had left him. His eyes met yours, and the anger that had been brewing again disappeared when he saw the pleading look in your eyes, “What’re you doin’, Haru? I want-”
“Shh,” he murmured, kneeling on the floor by the edge of the bed where he had laid you, working on slipping off the pretty heels you had on your feet, once he had placed them on the floor by the foot of the bed, he pressed his lips to your ankle, “Gonna take my time with you tonight, princess. Make you feel so fuckin’ good.”
“Haru,” your voice came out as a whimper and Sanzu nearly moaned against your skin as he trailed slow, wet kisses up your calf, to your knee, all the way up to your thigh, mapping out every inch of your skin in reach of him. He let out another shaky breath, palms smoothed over your outer thigh, running up and down your skin slowly as he pulled back to look at you, taking in the pretty skirt and matching top you had on.
“The prettiest girl,” Sanzu whispered, “you’re the prettiest girl, look at you, baby, so fuckin’ pretty.”
You shook your head and Sanzu inhaled sharply, the anger returning with a vengeance and he only barely pushed it to the side. His eyes darted over to the left, taking in the mirror set up on his wall and for a moment, he could only stare, absorbed in the image of you splayed out on his bed, chest rising and falling rapidly. This was where you belonged, in his apartment, in his bed.
But then he caught sight of the gleam of your tears in the reflection and forced himself back to what he was doing. He reached up, fingers curling around your jaw gently to turn your head to face the mirror, “Watch,” he said quietly, “want you to watch yourself, see how perfect you are, yeah?”
“Haru,” you went to look away but Sanzu’s grip tightened on your jaw.
“Look,” he repeated again, voice low, and you swallowed thickly, once he was satisfied that you weren’t going to turn your head away, Sanzu dipped back down, hands sliding down your body to hook around the waistband of your skirt, tugging it down over your hips and pulling them off of your legs.
“Haru, I don’t wanna watch,” you said and Sanzu glanced up from where he was entranced by the way your pretty lace panties sat on your body, hugging your skin.
You were still looking in the mirror, Sanzu nearly cooed at how obedient you were.
“Trust me, princess,” he murmured, kissing your inner thigh, “Just watch.”
Without another word, Sanzu slid your panties off, stuffing them in his pocket before leaning back down, relishing in how your entire body shivered as he kissed up your inner thigh, closer and closer to your heat. He inhaled deeply, letting out a low moan at your scent, hands wrapping around your thighs to tug you closer to him so he could bury his face into your cunt.
Sanzu groaned, eyes fluttering shut at your familiar taste, tongue diving deep between your folds, dipping inside your entrance. He had missed it, fuck he had missed it so fucking much, he was addicted to the taste of you more than any drug. Distantly, he heard the loud whines spilling from your lips--his name over and over and over and over again and it had his head feeling light.
Tastes so good, he was moaning against you like a fucking whore, tongue sliding between your folds, flicking over your clit, so fuckin’ good, Sanzu was sure he could spend the rest of life buried between your thighs, hearing your moans and whimpers as he indulged on you.
His gaze flicked up, looking up at you through his lashes and Sanzu let out another hum against you, tongue swirling around your clit, sucking it lightly into his mouth as he watched you fist the bedsheets, back arching off the bed, thighs clamping down around his head. And it didn’t take long for him to have you sobbing his name, hips stuttering against his face; Sanzu lapped up every drop of you like a starved man but he just couldn’t get enough.
Distantly, he could hear you pleading for him to hold on, to give you a second to recover but your words only went in one ear and out the other because he was far too lost in the taste of you. He groaned, sucking your clit hard again before pushing his tongue inside of you, almost whimpering when he felt your walls contract around it, spasming at the stimulation. Your hand reached down to tug at his hair and try to pull him away but it only spurred him on even more.
He moaned into you again, feeling your legs tense around his head, noting the way your body was twitching and jerking, the way your pleas for him to stop were quickly returning to high-pitch cries of his name. He fucked his tongue in and out of you faster, desperate to hear you scream his name, to feel you cum all over his tongue again.
And you did, god you did, screamed his name so loud that he was sure the Haitanis next door could hear you, body thrashing beneath him as he brought you to your second high so quickly, too quickly. He inhaled deeply through his nose, drinking up all of your release, not willing to let a single drop go to waste. His eyes flickered to the side, toward the mirror and Sanzu’s body shuddered when he caught sight of your slack jaw and half-rolled back eyes as you came down from your orgasm, body still twitching as he dragged his tongue between your folds.
He pulled off of you, shifting up your body, kissing up your bare skin. He slid your top over your body, biting down on his bottom lip at the sight of your nippes hard through the thin cloth. Anger hit him again--you wore this for him.
He forced it away, instead pulling your shirt off of you n letting out a shaky breath at the sight of you bare and fucked out beneath him, where you belonged, where you belonged, where you fuckin’ belonged.
He trailed his lips up your chest, flicking his tongue over your nipple before dragging it up to your neck, teeth grazing your skin, lips massaging bruises into your pretty skin. He groaned against your skin, grinding his clothed cock against your thigh before kissing up to your jaw, sucking behind your ear.
“Prettiest fuckin’ girl, look at yourself, baby,” he murmured, nudging his nose against the side of your face before looking at you through the mirror, catching your glazed over eyes and swollen lips. He nearly moaned when your unfocused gaze met his through the reflection. “Want you to say it for me, babygirl.”
“Huh?” he barely caught the confused noise that you let out and he turned his face back into your skin, pressing his lip against your cheek once, twice, three times.
“Prettiest girl in the whole world, wanna hear you say it, baby,” he told you and you only blinked, “S’okay, you don’t have to say it right now, but you will if you wanna cum again, alright?”
Your brows furrowed, slowly registering his words as Sanzu worked at the buckle of his belt, not even bothering to pull it off fully before unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out, letting out a soft grunt of relief now that he wasn’t restrained in his slacks.
“Cum… again?” you hesitated, and your voice sounded so weak and confused that it made him bite back another moan. So fuckin’ perfect, specially when you’re all fucked out pretty for him. “H-Haru, I-I dunno if I can cum again?”
Sanzu only cooed at you, kissing all around your swollen lips, “Sure you can, baby, gonna fuck you so good, alright?”
“H-Haru, I dunno, ‘s so sensitive-” you began again but Sanzu only silenced you by pressing his lips to yours, bringing one of his hands down to lazily pump his cock, parting your thighs with one of his knees. He pulled his lips from yours as he brought his tip to your pretty pussy, letting it rub against your clit and sink between your folds. He watched raptly as your entire body spasmed, head tilting back and jaw going slack again at the stimulation, “Haru, I-”
With one swift motion, Sanzu sunk himself deep into you, eyes knocking back at the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing his cock. “Fuck, fuck, baby, you’re so fuckin’ tight, made fuckin’ perfect for me, yeah?”
You didn’t respond, only loud moans and whimpers meeting his ear as he grabbed one of your thighs, pressing the limp limb up against your chest so he could bully his cock even deeper into you.
You were, he gasped into your neck, forehead pressed against your skin as he tried to control himself, so fuckin’ perfect for him, made for him. You were fuckin’ made for him, he was the only one that could have you. The only fuckin’ one, he’d kill anyone else that tried.
“Say it, baby,” he drew his hips back and rolled them into yours, your body jerking beneath him, cunt contracting around his cock so tight that it nearly had him cumming on the spot, a low, broken moan slipped from his lips, “Fuck, fuck, careful, baby, don’t do that.”
You only let out a half sob, eyes dazed and unfocused, you tried to turn your head back to look at him but Sanzu only nudged his nose back against your face, making sure you were still looking in the mirror, “Look at yourself, baby, look how pretty you are, all for me, yeah?”
Smeared makeup, tears streaming down your face, swollen lips and glassy eyes, Sanzu Haruchiyo knew you were the most beautiful fucking creature to walk this earth. And you were all fucking his.
“Mm, a-all for you,” your words were practically a slur and it made him light-headed. All for him, all for him, all for him, he snapped his hips against yours, eyes rolling back at the way your walls desperately tried to suck him in.
So fuckin’ tight, his perfect fuckin’ pussy, “Prettiest girl in the whole world,” he gasped into your skin, picking up the pace of his hips, fingers bruising your thigh as he presses your leg harder into your chest, “Say it.”
You sobbed and Sanzu’s mind went blank when he felt your walls clamp down around him, an obscene moan slipping from his lips as you came around his cock without warning, his hips stuttered and it took all of his self-control to stop himself from cumming with you.
“P-p-p-prettiest girl in the world!” you cried out, “‘m the prettiest girl in the world, your pretty girl, ‘m your pretty girl, Haru.”
“Yeah you are,” Sanzu groaned, “My pretty fuckin’ girl, nobody else can have you. Nobody else can make you feel s’fuckin’ good.”
“Nobody else can have me, ‘m all yours, only one that can make me feel good,” you babbled. “All yours, all yours.”
Sanzu let out another moan, “All fuckin’ mine,” he bit down on your skin, his free hand grabbing your other thigh and bringing it to the same position as the one already pressed to your chest, folding you in half so he could fuck himself deeper inside of you.
You laid limp beneath him, chest rising and falling rapidly and lips parted and Sanzu almost cooed at the tears streaming down your face from the overstimulation and the drool pooling at the corner of your lips. His pretty baby, he thought as he leaned in, licking up the drool beginning to drip down the side of your cheek, fucking you faster, deeper, harder, his eyes nearly rolled back with every thrust.
He grunted as his grip tightened around your thighs, as you laid there, jaw slack and tits bouncing pretty with every snap of his hips--his pretty doll, his to use, his to fuckin’ ruin.
You barely even made a sound other than another soft whimper when he felt your cunt spasm around him again, release squirting around his cock and staining his dark slacks and dress shirt and Sanzu’s entire body shook, a loud moan of your name spilling from his lips as he finished deep inside of you, vision flashing white and lips parting, breath hot and heavy against your neck.
You didn’t even react and Sanzu groaned as he pushed himself off of you, hissing as his cock slipped out of your cunt. He paused as he took in your slack expression, pretty baby couldn’t handle his cock, his chest swelled as leaned down to press a few kisses to your lips, blood running hot when you failed to react again.
Fuck.
His eyes drifted down to the mess between your legs, looking down with lidded eyes as his cum seeped out of your wrecked cunt. Inhaling sharply, he gathered the cum that had leaked out with his fingers and pushed it back deep inside of you.
Can’t leave him if…
He swallowed thickly at the thought, eyes going dark but he pulled his fingers out from you after a few moments, intent on undressing and laying with you. He let out a breath as he rose to his feet, body still reeling from the intense orgasm. Unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it in the bin next to his closet, and then doing the same with his slacks.
He paused as he caught sight of the rumpled pile of clothes on the floor near his bed, eyes narrowing in on the bloodstains.
Oops, he thought to himself, kicking the clothes beneath his bed and out of sight if you happened to wake up and wander around after he fell asleep.
Slipping back into bed with you, shifting you around to help you under the bedsheets with him, you stirred for a moment, and Sanzu’s mouth went dry as you blinked up at him blearily, eyes droopy and exhaustion set in your features. “Missed you,” you repeated again before yawning and letting your eyes shut as you leaned into him, letting him wrap his arms around you as you drifted off to sleep.
His eyes didn’t leave your sleeping form, unable to draw his gaze away from how you slept so soundly curled in his arms, face nuzzled to his chest, body half-slung on top of him. Your breath was steady and your expression was nothing short of peaceful, letting out soft hums as you occasionally tried to shift closer to him.
He loved you.
God, he loved you so much that it hurt, there was no one in the world that could compare, he knew it. He brought his fingers up to your hair, brushing a stray hair from your face and his chest felt warm when another content sigh left your lips, as if you knew even in your sleep it was his touch.
He had missed you and for a second, the anger almost returned. Because you had left him, you had left him when all he had ever done was try to love you and-
He let out a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, careful not to shift too much so he didn’t wake you up.
It’s okay, he said to himself, it’s okay because you learned your lesson.
He stroked your hair gently, watching the small smile on your lips with dark eyes. You knew better now--Sanzu was the only one that would be there for you when you needed it, the only one that loved you enough not to leave. Sanzu was your pillar and it was about time you finally realized it, even if it did take a little pushing on his part.
It wasn’t his fault though, really, he thought to himself as he wiped away your smeared makeup with his thumb. He had only made one little threat and your boyfriend--ex, he reminded himself gleefully--had rolled over immediately, finding a whore to bring to where he was supposed to bring you for your two-month anniversary date.
If he had really loved you, loved you like how Sanzu did, he would have chosen you no matter what else was at stake. Sanzu would have, and to him, it was just even more proof that the leech didn’t deserve you. He hadn’t expected it to turn out as well as it had, though. He had been planning on bumping into you over the next few days--a welcome, familiar face after your friends dropped you and your boyfriend cheated on you.
It didn’t matter, Sanzu thought again, tilting his head down to press his lips to the top of your head, he wouldn’t live to see tomorrow anyway.
Sanzu liked to think he was a man of his word, for the most part, anyway. And yes, he had promised to let the man’s parents and younger siblings live if found a way to ruin his relationship with you, but Sanzu made no such promises about his own life--no one got to hurt his girl and live to see the next day, he’s not the first and he most certainly won’t be the last to meet a brutal end for making that mistake.
Not that you knew that of course.
And he smiled again, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head, sleeping blissfully unaware of the dark thoughts running through Sanzu’s head.
You’d stay with him this time, he thought to himself, arms tightening around you as you shifted again in your sleep, he’d make sure of it, one way or another.
Summary: kirishima loves you he really does, but even he can't let you get away with all this bad behaviour, so he lets his friend bakugou help him to teach you to behave. besides, he can't let his baby cow turn into a bratty one.
CW: brat taming, hair pulling, dubious consent, spanking, degradation, face fucking, hybrids, extensive description of fluids, and general katsuki being crass-ness
so kirishima loves you right? you're the apple of his eye and the peach in his cobbler and he spends most of his free time that he has with you. but the rest of his time he spends with katsuki, the BANE of your existence. you and kirishima's "best bro!"did not get along with each other at all. you thought katsuki was a loud obnoxious pig-headed jerk, who took up valuable amounts of kirishimas time that could be spent on you. katsuki thought you were a spoiled pampered house pet and couldn't understand why kiri continued to indulge you all these years. suffice to say there was plenty of, tension, when the kirishimas took katsuki on as a farmhand.
you went from having to deal with the annoying blonde only when your kiri would invite him to having him in your space for five days out of the week. kiri had told you to behave, that katsuki needed the money and that he didn't need you making his job hard for him now that he worked on the farm. besides this would mean kirishima would have more free time to spend with you, isn't that something you would like? you would do anything for kirishima honestly, he was your favorite person, but katsuki was your most hated and dumb little heifer girls like you barely had room in your brains to feel more than one emotion at once, and hate usually trumped love unfortunately.
you spent katsuki's first few weeks being an absolute menace towards him. whenever he would be collecting eggs from the chicken coop, you would happen to accidentally fall, kicking the coop with your hooves and causing the hens to frenzy with katsuki inside cussing up a storm as feathers and claws flew at him. whenever he would prepare slop to feed the pigs, if he would take his eyes off the big pot for so much as a second you and your clumsy hooves would find a way to trip over themselves knocking the contents onto the floor for katsuki to clean. whatever chore katsuki was assigned, you assuredly found a way to screw it up. but as mentioned prior, heifers had a hard time feeling more than one emotion at a time, and with hate bridling throughout your veins you had even less room to be aware of how your actions were affecting kirishima. so when he approached you at night in the barn and led you to the house, you had zero room to notice in your dumb little brain just how pissed off he was.
you had smiled, so happy to finally get some alone time with YOUR kiri without that nasty katsuki around to ruin the mood with his sour attitude. so happy in fact that you hadn't even noticed the roughness with which kirishima had slammed his bedroom door close, not even jumping at the loud bang. you just plopped your plush rump on his bed kicking your legs back and forth as you stared up at him, the sweetest most innocent look on your face, as if you hadn't spent the weeks prior being a thorn in his best friends side.
"what do you wanna do eiji?" you giggled hooking your fingers in his belt loops only to have them knocked away irately, this you noticed.
you stared up at him, actually paying attention to kirishimas face for the first time in awhile, and balked at what you saw. he was livid, eyebrows furrowed, eyes meaner than you've ever seen them, and mouth twisted in angry scowl. you curled in on yourself, trying to slowly scoot up the bed and away from the angry man before you to no avail. he quickly grabbed your leg dragging you back down before trapping your quivering form between his burly arms.
"you couldn't be good huh not even for me?" he said, tone so disappointed it made your heart hurt. immediately you reached for him, carding your fingers through his red hair and pulling his face down to yours.
"m'sorry eiji, didn't mean to be bad," you said, trying your damnedest to appear pitiful, summoning tears to wet your lashes and jutting out your bottom lip. you nuzzled into his jaw placing soft kisses into his chin.
"it's not him you should be apologizing to brat," a gruff voice said from over kirishimas shoulder. standing in the now very OPEN doorway was katsuki arms folded over his chest and red eyes glaring into yours. before your body could even begin to react kirishima had you by the shoulders pressing you into the bed.
"don't. move."
you gulped shrinking into yourself while eyeing the two men that stood before you. kirishima's face hadn't changed at all, disappointment still etched into his scrunched up features. katsuki smirked meanly as he leaned closer to you till you could feel the heat of his breath on your face.
"you know, kirishima's always going on and on about his 'sweet lil baby cow' but i don't think you're sweet at all, you're a brat," you whipped your head to the side refusing to look katsuki in the face as he berated you, but as quick as you turned he had your cheeks gripped in his hand, fingers digging into your cheeks as he jerked your eyes back to his "see kiri you've spoiled her rotten she has no idea how to behave."
"she's not usually like this man," kirishima said defensively.
"because you give her whatever she wants, spoiled rotten," katsuki said rolling his eyes and releasing your face, he stood up placing a hand in reasurrence on kirishima's shoulder "it's ok though i'll help you break her out of it."
"w-what do you think you're gonna do," you said trying your best to sound intimidating around the wobble in your voice. katsuki let out a barking laugh and kirishima brought a hand to his mouth trying to stifle his own laugh.
"she's cute when she thinks she's scary man," katsuki said hands inching towards his jeans button "i'd wonder how cute she'd look with a cock shoved down her throat."
you gasped face heating in indignation at katsuki's word. you turned to kirishima hoping to see as much disgust in his face as there was on yours, but kirishima's face held none. instead he smirked at you before turning to his friend.
"she looks reeaallly cute man, goes all the way down to the base without gagging just stares at you with those pretty brown eyes, nearly came the first time she did it and i felt her tongue on my balls," he joked.
"shit if she can take your coke can down easy i'm gonna have fun fucking her face," katsuki said shucking down his jeans excitedly. you balked trying to scoot back to no avail as katsuki grabbed the back of your head gripping your curls in his firm grasp. with his other hand he pulled out his cock, long and thick with and angry red head that was already dripping pre down his wrists. he took the tip and tapped it against your cheek, laughing when you whined at the tacky mess he left behind.
"uh uh bratty cow, you've been real thorn in my side these last few weeks, gotta apologize t'me somehow, now open up,"
"i-im sorry m'sorry i swear am," you said lip wobbling and eyes tearing up for real this time. you looked to kiri, your saviour, for help one last time but his eyes were cold as he stared at you in disappointment.
"too late for sorry," katsuki growled gripping your jaw again till your lips began to part.
"open up baby," kirishima said standing even closer to the bed "don't make me even angrier than i already am,"
you obliged closing your eyes and opening your mouth for katsuki as the salty taste of his cock invaded your tongue. a soft fuck left his lips as inch after inch of him disappeared down your lips. sneering he jerked his hips forward, never minding your squeal especially with the feel of your throat squeezing snug around his cock.
"stick you tongue out baby," kiri said right by your ear, so you did slipping your tongue past your teeth and lips till the tip lapped at katsuki's sensitive sack.
"sh-shit," katsuki cursed as you pulled off his cock before swallowing him down till your nose buried in his pale happy trail, wet brown eyes looked up at him in apology "she-she really is cute like this,"
"told you so kats, sweetest baby cow i got,"kirishima said, you hummed around katsuki's cock at the praise as kiris hand helped you bob your head up and down the hot length guiding you gently by the nape.
"sp-spoiling her again eij-i FUCK," katsuki exclaimed head thrown back when your tongue peeked out again to lap at his balls.
"heh, sorry man," kiri said sheepishly. his red eyes darted to your lap as he caught the sight of your hands dipping under your night shirt reaching for your own sticky cunt. he smirked, of course his baby cow got needy at the tiniest bit of praise
"ah ah ah no touching," he tutted grabbing both of your wrists in his hand ignoring your needy whines muffled by katsukis dick bullying it's way back down your throat "only good cow girls get to touch their pretty pussy's and you haven't been good at all have you?"
you breathed in a gasp of air as katsuki jerked your head off his cock wincing in pain at his fist tightly gripping your hair.
"answer him brat," he growled fisting his cock furiously in your face.
"n-no i haven't," you whined face wet with tears and spit and pre "i've been bad,"
"and what do we have to say to 'tsuki for being bad?" kirishima said.
"m'sorry 'tsuki, i-i'll be good i promise," a soft fuck left katsuki's lips and his cock was back down your throat, both of his hands gripping a horn, using them to roughly guide you up and down as you blubbered around his cock streaks of fat tears sliding down your cheeks. it took a few more harsh thrusts before katsuki came, moaning low and hoarse before thrusting down your throat, spilling his load. you swallowed it all eagerly not wasting a drop throat swallowing around his throbbing cock.
"s-shit did she swallow?" katsuki huffed pulling you off of him. a thin trail of saliva following you before breaking off and landing on your chin.
"was i, was i not supposed too?" you asked voice wobbily with the effort to speak.
"fuck," katsuki said pushing his damp hair back from his forehead.
"what do you think 'tsuki think she's been good?" kirishima asked his friend. you stared up at him in anticipation, rubbing your thighs together to ease the ache between your legs. katsuki leaned down till he was face to face with you eyeing the worried expression you held before smirking.
"i don't know i think we could teach her some more manners," he said gripping your thighs in his hands, before you could even react your back was on the bed legs thrown in the air and revealing the wet spot you had made on kirishima's duvet "like where does she get off making a mess on your bed like this?"
kirishima took hold of one of your legs from katsuki, spreading them apart so that they both could get an eye full of your cunt, dripping wet with need. you whined in embarrassment covering your eyes with your hands, kirishima only laughed at you. katsuki joined in, letting out a wolf whistle when your pussy leaked down to the bed adding to the wet spot.
"look at her kiri, this wet from sucking some cock?," he teases "your little cows kind of a slut huh,"
"c'mon man don't be too mean to her, and I think she's been good enough," kirishima said using his free hand to trail his knuckles up your fluttering folds "just look at this pretty pussy i have half a mind too-,"
"if you just reward her before your sure she's learned her lesson she'll just continue her poor behaviour," bakugou snapped cutting him off.
without paying any mind to his friend kirishima slipped two of his fingers inside you curling them up to rub at the rough patch of your gummy walls. you reached out for him pulling him in for a kiss, humming in appreciation when the rough of his palm rubbed against your clit. kirishima cooed at you placing kisses across your face, on your cheeks, nose, forehead, showering you in affection as he'd been holding himself back for so long
"just needed you to learn your lesson baby cow, and you did didn't you?" you nodded your head eagerly in agreement arching your back off the bed and clinging to him tighter.
katsuki scoffed from where he was, a perfect view to watch kirishimas fingers curl, coaxing moans and whimpers from soft lips. he was admittedly a little jealous, feeling ignored as the two of you canoodled amongst yourselves and payed him no attention. kirishima WAS paying attention though, and pulled away from you removing his fingers from your sopping cunt, shushing you when you whined in objection.
"c'mon katsuki, if you thought her mouth was good how about you try her cunt?" kirishima grabbed you by the waist flipping you over, pulling your hips up by the tail and presenting you to katsuki "so sweet and snug i promise you'll never wanna pull out~"
katsuki thought for a second, red eyes narrowing. he let the idea mull around his head for a second, running his tongue across his teeth. was it really a good idea to fuck your annoying ass just because his friend is inviting him to? fuck it, he'd already fucked your face. grunting out a low 'move' he pushed kirishima over grabbing your ass cheeks, one in each of his calloused hands. he spread you, feeling his dick twitch to life again as your puffy brown pussy lips opened to him, thin strings of slick forming as your cunt was spread. he grabbed at his dick, now hard and leaking, and lined it up with your clenching hole pressing the bulbous head there.
the moan you let out was sinful, pushing your hips back like a needy whore, like katsuki wasn't already fighting to fit his cock in your snug pussy. shit kiri was right he though, you were so tight, clenching around him with your gummy wall as he slid into you to the hilt. he cursed closing his eyes and clenching his teeth to hold himself back, still sensitive but not ready to spill into cunt that was already doing the most to milk him.
"yeeahh that's my good cow," he heard kiri groan opening his eyes he saw him one hand gripping your jaw gently and the other holding open your mouth with his thumb, sliding his cock in between your lips "told you she was good 'tsuki"
you struggled a bit taking kirishimas cock down your throat as you usually did, it was hard enough to swallow down his thick shaft without ANOTHER dick fucking your cunt. you felt dazed, the feel of being speared by katsuki was overwhelming, and while he wasn't as big as your eiji he fucked completely different from the slow and deep you were used too. he was relentless, thrusting into you with abandon, cock head battering your cervix with every roll of his hips. katsuki raised his hand landing a sharp blow on your right cheek. you squealed around kirishima's cock eyes watering and nose snotting more than it already was.
"c'mon man -fuck- be a little more gentle with her," kirshima complained while fitting his own cock down your throat "she's sensitive,"
"she's. not. fucking. sensitive." katsuki grunted marking each word with harsh spank to your cheeks "she's a fucking BRAT,"
growling he smarted your ass with a specially harsh smack groaning when he felt you come on his cock, pausing to push into you and feel your cunt grip him with tremors. he inadvertently pushed you further on kirishimas cock who was already trying his hardest to not cum down your throat balls tightening with every muffled squeal and moan your throat vibrated up his shaft.
"stop fucking letting her get away with all this shit," katsuki said pausing from spanking you and instead allowing his hips to thrust into your warmed ass "then i won't have to come around and discipline her after you"
his rough fingers came around under you rubbing fast circles into your clit, ignoring the way your oversensitive clit jumped while you tried to wriggle away.
"uh uh you want my attention i'll give it to you," he said groaning when you came around him again, pussy dripping down his fingers to the bed below
kirishima stared down at you adoringly as you head bobbed up and down his cock swallowing him whole before pulling off and licking along the shaft. his head threw back when your soft lips wrapped around his heavy balls, sucking them into your mouth and lapping at them with your tongue. his right hand came to wrap around his cock, tugging at it as he felt himself come close to climax. willing himself he brought moved his head to stare at you again. your soft brown eyes wet with real tears stared back up at him as you sloppily tongued at his sac drool and precum shining your cheeks. your face was enough of a sight to get him to spill. he moaned low, watching his cock paint your face white with his cum. it took but a few more thrusts from katsuki, cock fucking you past spent, before he came as well; gripping your hips tight and filling you up with his load. the three of you fell into kirishimas bed, a mess of sweaty heaving bodies tangled together over the soon to be uncomfortably wet duvet.
"well what do you think katsuki," kirishima asked once he caught his breath, pulling you close to him "you think my baby cow has learned her lesson?"
katsuki stared over at you, you were debauched, pupils blown wide and covered in liquids more than half of which aren't yours. your hair was a mushed mess from the both of them pulling and tugging it whichever way they felt. you shifted uncomfortably on your back, ass still sensitive from the first spanking it'd ever taken. his load seeped out of your cunt spilling in a off white puddle onto the bed.
PAIRING: angel of death!toji fushiguro x mortal!fem!reader
SUMMARY: if only you knew going to confession would lead straight to more sin.
WARNINGS: dark content, religious themes, explicit smut, public sex, multiple orgasms, corruption kink (if you squint), virginity loss, unprotected sex, sacrilege, praise kink, pet names (sweetheart, good girl), creampie
He knew you could feel his stare boring into the back of your head from across the room as you shifted uncomfortably on the barstool where you were grinning at Sanzu Haruchiyo, listening to him prattle on about the competition he had just lost against Kakucho. And he knew that you didn’t really care about what Sanzu was talking about but his hand curled tighter around his drink as he watched you entertain him, leaning back in his seat, breathing in deep through his nose as he took a long swig of his drink.
Calm down.
But his blood ran molten hot as he watched you laugh as Sanzu leaned in close to you, practically draped over your shoulder as he slurred on about how Kakucho totally cheated in the drinking game, about how pretty you look, and about Ran. Sanzu Haruchiyo had never been a quiet talker and Haitani Ran had good hearing, so even from halfway across the club he could hear Sanzu loudly bitch on about how Ran didn’t deserve you.
And Ran could only swallow thickly at the words. Because maybe Sanzu was right. Maybe he didn’t deserve you. He had a temper that caused too many arguments between the two of you, he got nasty and said things he didn’t mean and it wasn’t fair to you. But more than that, he was selfish and Ran would never admit those things, and he would never admit that maybe he didn’t deserve you.
And he wasn’t sure if it was fear or fury that made his stomach twist uncomfortably as you pet Sanzu’s hair gently, almost cooing at how Sanzu was nuzzled into your neck, practically moaning at the feeling of your fingers running through his hair--the same way you had lulled Ran to sleep the other night when he had woken up from a nightmare and was unable to fall back asleep.
He felt sick. It took all of his self-control to not get up from where he was sitting with Rindou and storm over to you. You should be doing that with him--not fucking Sanzu, who everybody knew was in love with you because he made no effort to hide it.
But you weren’t doing it with him because, like always, he had lost his temper and said something hurtful when you mentioned wanting to come with him to the club to celebrate the successful deal Bonten made with their rival. And it wasn’t like he didn’t want you going out with them--he loved when you joined him and Rindou at the club. He didn’t like when you joined them when Sanzu was around--because Sanzu was much touchier, much bolder, and much more lovesick when he was drunk and high. It wasn’t you he didn’t trust, he was fucking Sanzu, who had no respect for your relationship with Ran and pursued you as if you were single.
And Ran hated it. It wasn’t like he wasn’t secure in your relationship--he loved you and you loved him, he knew that and he knew you wouldn’t leave him, but Sanzu Haruchiyo managed to get under his skin every time he smiled pretty at you, desperately trying to get your attention. And Ran was already three drinks in and his patience was waning fast as he watched Sanzu drape himself all over you like a fucking whore and as he watched you let him.
He was going to throw up.
He could feel the bile rise to his throat as he watched you smile softly and smooth his sweaty hair out of his face, as he watched Sanzu look up at you with a sort of reverence that should only be reserved for gods. And the worst part was that he knew damn well that you weren’t even doing this maliciously. He had watched Sanzu stumble up to you, already drunk out of his mind, and he had watched the worry flash through your face as you steadied him and helped him sit down, calling the bartender over to bring water. He knew that you would never go out of your way to purposefully hurt him (unlike him, a dark voice reminded him, who spat the nastiest things when he was angry only to hurt you. Guilt rose and he forced himself to push it away. His chest felt heavy. Why was he like this? Why couldn’t he be better?)
He let out a shaky breath, slamming his cup down on the table so hard that it nearly shattered, pressing his hands to his face.
He was gonna fucking lose it. He could feel it, he could feel his blood heating up, he could feel his stomach churning and his chest aching, he could feel a rage-induced haze beginning to latch on to his mind.
Breathe, he told himself, forcing himself to take in deep breaths, ignoring Rindou’s call of his name. It was hot, he was too hot, it was suffocating, he couldn’t breathe and he could feel the sweat beading at his forehead and Ran didn’t know what to do. He unbuttoned the first few buttons of his dress shirt, trying to help himself cool down. Breathe. Breathe.
He needed to breathe otherwise he was going to do something he regretted, something that might drive you away for good.
For good, the words echoed in his head. What if it already was for good? What if he had pushed it too far this time?
No, he told himself, but he could feel his heart sinking in his chest as he listened to you giggle at whatever Sanzu said. No, you wouldn’t. You’ve had plenty of fights like this before and you hadn’t left.
Maybe this one was one too many.
“Ran, calm down,” Rindou’s voice sounded a million miles away even though he was sitting in the booth right next to him.
Ran’s eyes peeked out from above his hands to look at his brother, to tell him to fuck off because he was calm, he was perfectly fine, there was nothing wrong but as he looked up, he caught sight of Sanzu leaning in close—too close—and he caught sight of the pretty blush decorating your cheeks.
One that should only be reserved for him.
Ran was on his feet in an instant, ripping his hand away from Rindou’s as he darted forward to curl his hand around Ran’s wrist, trying to stop him with a sharp call of his name.
Ran’s blood was roaring in his ears as he made his way right toward the two of you, tunnel vision on the two of you even as Kakucho tried to step in his path to stop him, shoving him away hard as he drew closer to you and Sanzu because who the fuck did Sanzu think he was? Who the fuck did you think you were?
And a distant part of him knew, he knew that you were only entertaining Sanzu because of how drunk he was, that whatever he was saying meant nothing to you, that you were only with him because Ran had left you with Kakucho and Kokonoi in a fit of pettiness when the two of you arrived at the club, still seething from your fight.
“‘s jus’ s’dumb, d’nno why you wan’ him when y’could have s’much better? ‘n-n-n ‘m not the best, but I’d treat y’better than him at least, y’know?” he could hear Sanzu slur as he approached, “s’much better, ‘d treat you s’good, like you deserve.”
And as you opened your mouth to respond, a sudden burst of fear chilled his blood because Ran didn’t want to know what your response to that was. He didn’t want to hear you agree that yeah, maybe Sanzu would treat you better, maybe you deserved more than a douchebag who lost his temper and made you cry and never apologized, that you regretted saying yes when he asked you out two years ago.
The fear gave way to anger, as it always did.
“Get the fuck up.”
The words spit out so viciously that you physically jumped, eyes wide as you turned to look at him but you didn’t move fast enough, he couldn’t stand the way that Sanzu only leaned deeper into you, lips practically brushing your skin as he let out shaky breaths, eyes dilated from whatever he had taken earlier.
Ran’s hand darted out before he could stop himself, a bruising grip curling around your bicep as he yanked you right off the barstool sending you stumbling into him. A sick glee swept through him as Sanzu yelped, trying to steady himself but his attention was on you. You and your pretty face with your wide eyes and parted lips as you started up at him in shock.
And his anger almost melted away at the genuine confusion gracing your face because he knew, he knew you didn’t mean for it to come across as you did, that you were just trying to help Sanzu not pass out at the bar but he caught sight of Sanzu pouting behind you, shooting a longing look in your direction, and the anger returned with a vengeance.
His lips were pressed together tight and his glare was nothing short of lethal as he pulled his gaze from Sanzu and back onto you.
“Ran-“ you began and he hated how he faltered at the sound of his name on your lips so he only tightened his grip, yanking you forward without a word and Ran wasn’t even sure where he was going as the large crowd of club goers parted at the sight of an enraged Haitani, as you stumbled into his back trying to keep up with how fast he was walking and how hard he was pulling you along.
Calm down, the more rational part of him begged him as he heard you plead with him to slow down but he could barely even hear you over the blood roaring through his ears, over his fury.
He caught sight of the bathroom out of the corner of his eye and turned abruptly, dragging you through the club and into the crowded bathroom.
“Get the fuck out,” and Ran didn’t have to yell at the men crowding in the large bathroom. Everyone knew who he was, and what organization he belonged to. They caught sight of the tattoo branding his throat and fled the bathroom without a single noise or complaint.
And once the door swung shut and the final man left the bathroom, Ran finally turned toward you, the silence deafening as he stared down at you with lidded eyes, trying to figure out what the fuck he should say.
Just tell her you didn’t like how close she got to Sanzu, the rational part again spoke up, begging him not to make this worse.
“Are you done acting like a fucking whore?” the words slipped from his lips before he could stop them. He winced, regret already pooling as hurt spread across your face.
“Ran, I wasn’t-he was drunk, I-“
“He was drunk, so you felt the need to let him hang all over you,” and he was screaming at himself to shut up, but the words kept spilling past his lips, “You fuckin’ reek of him. Can smell him on you from here.”
His hand shot out to curl around your jaw tight--too tight--squeezing your cheeks together hard as he leaned in close, “You like prancing around in your tiny fuckin’ dresses ‘n letting any fucker throw himself all over you, don’t you? Saw you with Kakucho earlier too. How many cocks do you need stuffin’ you before you’re fuckin’ satisfied? You want Mikey’s next? Or maybe Rindou? You want my brother to fuck you full of his cum too?”
He could feel your face heat up under his fingers, he could see the tears well in your eyes as you looked up at him.
Shut the fuck up, you’re making it worse-
“You want me to call ‘em in here?” Ran spit out, “want me to call ‘em in here and have ‘em run a train on you? Maybe you just wanna be Bonten’s filthy fuckin’ whore instead of my girlfriend, yeah?”
“No!” you were sobbing, the tears were spilling from your eyes, over your cheeks and wetting his fingers. Your voice was garbled from how tight he was squeezing your cheeks but he could still make out your words, “No, Ran, only want you, I only want you!”
And he hoped the breath he let out didn’t sound as relieved as he felt because your words started to calm the storm raging in him. Only want you, the words echoed and Ran’s throat felt tight as he searched your glassy eyes, trying to decide if you were telling the truth or lying to make him feel better.
His grip on your jaw loosened, “Only me?” he asked again, voice quieter as he waited for your reaction.
You nodded as best as you could with his grip on your face, ‘Only you,” you confirmed, and Ran’s tight jaw relaxed, considering you before leaning back on his heels, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips.
“Well how ‘bout you prove it?” he drawled and you blinked up at him, unsure of what he meant. His free hand curled around your waist to flip you around, pushing you forward. You let out a surprised ‘oof’ as he bent you over the sink counter, one leg slipping between yours to knock them apart. “Gunna let me fuck you real good, aren’t you, doll? Then ‘m gunna send you right back out there with my cum leakin’ out of you, so they all know just who you belong to.”
Ran’s hand slid up your body, fisting your hair tight and lifting your head from where it was resting against the sink, forcing you to look up and into the mirror. His eyes met your wide, teary ones through the reflection, waiting for you to say something as he unbuckled the belt holding his slacks up with his other hand.
After a few moments, you nodded. Ran’s grip on your hair tightened, waiting for a verbal confirmation.
“Yes,” you finally gasped, “wanna prove it, ‘ll prove it, Ran, ‘s only you, only you!”
A soft groan slipped past his lips at your words, pulling his cock from his pants and guiding it toward your cunt as he pushed your tiny dress up over your waist, pushing your panties over to the side, sliding his fingers between your drenched folds before nudging his tip against your entrance, relishing in the long whine that you let out as you tried to push your hips back against his.
His thoughts darkened again. Were you this wet for Sanzu? Or him?
“Sloppy fuckin’ cunt is already soaked,” he said, voice low, “Turned you on having Sanzu all over you, didn’t it?”
He watched you in the mirror, as your brows furrowed before his words finally registered in your head and you began shaking your head rapidly, “N-no,” you stuttered, a whimper escaping your lips as he pushed the fat tip of his cock into your cunt, one hand coming up to press down hard against the small of your back, stopping you from trying to fuck yourself back onto his cock.
“No,” you cried, “No, Ran, ‘s cause of you, ‘m wet cause of you.”
“Yeah? It’s ‘cause of me?” he questioned, watching you nod your head frantically at his words, tears sliding down your cheeks, smearing your pretty makeup, “You got this wet from me dragging you across the club like a misbehaving child? You really are a fuckin’ whore, aren’t you? Bet you did this on purpose just to fuckin’ piss me off.”
“N-no, no, no, Ran, I didn’t, I-oh!” your protests dissolved into a loud whimper as Ran pushed his cock deep into you--his eyes half-rolling back at the feeling of your cunt squeezing his cock so fucking good. “Oh god, oh god, Ran ‘s s’big, you’re s’big, hol’on-”
Ran took in a shuddered breath as he felt your walls tightening and fluttering around his cock, his fist tightened in your hair when your eyes squeezed shut, “Watch,” he said, voice rough as he forced himself not to pull his hips back and thrust himself deep inside of you, priding himself on his self control.
Your eyes fluttered back open, wide and dazed as your gaze focused back on his through the mirror, jaw slack from the stretch of his cock against your walls. He leaned down over you, lips brushing your ear and eyes steady on yours as he spoke, “You see this?” you whimpered in response, “You feel how good you’re suckin’ me in? This is all fuckin’ mine. My pretty pussy. Not fuckin’ Rindou’s, not Kakucho’s, not Sanzu’s, not yours, all fuckin’ mine. Say it.”
“‘S all yours, all yours, all yours,” you sobbed, “‘m all yours, Ran, please just fuck me already. Please, please, pleasepleaseplease-”
And Ran let out another shaky breath at your words, “Yeah, you’re all mine?”
“All yours, only yours,” you babbled, “Please, Ran, please-”
All yours, it echoed through his head as he pulled his hips back and snapped them back into you--a loud, shameless moan spilling past his lips as you cried out his name, cunt clenching hard around him. He pulled your hair, hissing as he pressed his hand down harder into your back, spreading your legs open further so he could fuck himself deeper into you, his tip brushing your cervix with every thrust.
And you were crying his name so fucking loud that there was no way that everyone in that club couldn’t hear you--not loud enough, he thought to himself, picking up the pace of his hips, fucking you faster, rougher, pushing down on your back so hard that he knew it would be bruised tomorrow, cock driving into you so deep that he knew it must be on the verge of painful, that your thighs would be black and blue from the force of his thrusts driving you into the sink.
But you didn’t seem to care, and Ran almost came on the spot when he realized that you were sobbing and begging him for more--deeper, harder, faster, please Ran, please, need more.
You were fucking perfect. God, you were so fucking perfect for him, he bit down hard on your neck, tongue lapping at the beads of blood drawn from his teeth, moaning against your skin at the pornographic moan of his name torn from your lips, at the way your cunt fluttered around him as he brought you closer and closer to your high.
You were so fucking addicting, he could never get enough of you--he swore, he swore that your pretty pussy was made just for him. His pretty pussy, he reminded himself, not fuckin’ yours. His pretty pussy, his pretty girl, his, his, his, his, all fucking his.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, ‘m gunna cum, Ran, feels s’good, you feel s’good,” you wailed, “S’good, s’good, so so so so so good!”
“Yeah, I do, and I’m the only fuckin’ one that can make you feel this good,” he groaned, sloppily kissing up your neck to behind your ear, “Say it.”
“You’re the only one,” you nodded your head frantically, “The only one that can make me feel so good, the only one, only you.”
He moaned into your ear, biting down on your earlobe lightly before tracing his tongue along it, hot and dizzy from your words ringing through his ear, from the feeling of your walls tightening around his cock. The hand pressing down hard on your back slipped around your body, fingers flicking lightly at your puffy clit and the reaction was instant. The air was ripped from his lungs as your cunt squeezed him hard, as you came all over his cock, walls spasming around him, crying his name so loud that everybody in the club must’ve heard you.
“Oh fuuuck,” Ran gasped, head light and vision spotty as you threw him so suddenly over the edge, spilling his seed so deep inside your cunt that it had you whimpering and whining, body spasming and twitching underneath his. And for a second, all he could do was lay there, panting and desperately trying to catch his breath, reeling from the intense and abrupt orgasm.
After a moment, he pulled off of you, hissing as his cock slipped out of you and he tucked himself back into his pants. Chest once again heavy as he helped you stand up, taking in the bruises on your thigh and bicep, the teeth marks marring your neck.
His lips parted to apologize, say sorry for all of the awful shit he had accused you of, say sorry for treating you so roughly but no words came out.
“I shouldn’t have let Sanzu be all over me like that,” you said quietly, still half out of it as you looked up at him through your lashes, “I’m-”
“No,” he said, interrupting you before you could get the words out. “No, I… I’m sorry. I knew you were only entertaining him because he was drunk and high. I shouldn’t have…”
Done all of this, he said, looking over your smeared makeup and marked up body.
But you only smiled, “S’okay, baby,” you said and Ran all but melted at the pet name, shoulders slumping as he reached forward to cup your cheeks gently, pressing his lips against your forehead, “I kinda liked it.”
He rolled his eyes, chuckling against your skin, before pulling back and looking down at you with a teasing smirk, “Well I could tell that much from how you kept begging for more,” he said, a genuine smile tugging at his lips as you giggled at his words and leaned into him. His smile faded after a few moments, “I’ll be better,” he added quietly, remembering the argument that led to this situation in the first place, “We keep arguing. It’s my fault, I can’t control my temper and-”
“Your work is… difficult,” you said quietly, “you’re stressed all the time, and I know I make it worse sometimes by being so passive aggressive about things. We both have things to work on, okay?”
He let out a soft breath, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest, kissing the top of your head, “I love you, y’know?”
“And I love you,” you said, and Ran’s throat felt tight as he buried his face in your hair because he knew he didn’t deserve you, and he knew he was lucky that you loved him because he knew that he was a difficult person to love.
“Can we go home?” you asked after a few moments and Ran pulled back to raise an eyebrow, “wanna just relax ‘n watch a movie.”
And Ran let out a soft sigh as he leaned in again to kiss your forehead--he knew Rindou would be pissy, and Kokonoi probably wouldn’t be happy about him leaving early either but… his eyes met your hopeful ones and he could only give you a small smile, “Yeah, let’s go home.”
for @kshira 's fwb collab! {so sorry im late, i've had zero drive for this} Ty to @portfolio-of-dreams , @kennyb0y & @httptamaki for beta-ing!!
"C'mon," You whined. "Don't be jealous. You and I are just friends."
Rindou turned faster than a snake striking its prey. He scoffed, pushing you to sit down on your couch. You were all dolled up, looking sexy for a date that one of your friend's had set you up on. He kneeled in front of you grabbing you by your legs and pulling you closer.
He ran his hand up your thigh, stopping to rub his thumb over your panties, which were already wet from his quick, possessive movements. You let out a shaky breath as he teased you, slowly rubbing small circles into the soft fabric.
Just friends, huh? Did others get turned on so easily by their “friends”? Did they spend several nights a week in their “friends” beds doing things that friends absolutely do not do. No, he didn’t think so. If you two were really “just friends”, he wouldn’t be having this effect on you. It was pathetic really, how quickly you had fallen into his trap.
"You sure about that?" He questioned, pushing your panties to the side before slipping a finger into you. “We passed “just friends” about 20 fucks ago.”
He wasn’t necessarily wrong. Your little agreement has been going on for almost a year now, the two of you falling almost into a routine instead of spur of the moment hookups. But, neither of you had ever discussed what exactly you were besides friends who fucked on occassion.
As he buried his fingers in you and brought his mouth towards your core, you completely forgot that you had a date waiting for you downstairs. Instead of stopping Rin and making him talk about this, you gave in without any convincing.
Rindou knew you weren't going anywhere once you moved one of your legs over his shoulder. As his tongue danced over your folds, lapping at your heat, you whined in pleasure. You threw your head back as he sucked on your sensitive nub and curled into you, no actual noise able to leave your mouth.
He had you hooked as he pushed you towards your orgasm, but pulled away once he could hear your breathing get sharper and feel your walls clenching around him.
“No one's ever gonna touch you the way I can, princess,” Rin looked up at you, licking the juices from his lips before hissing. “You're mine.”
You whimpered as he rushed to undo his belt buckle, unzipping and slipping out of his slacks with ease. He kicked them to the side, hooking an arm at the bend of your knee. Rindou pushes your leg back, hovering over you and running his cock over your slick entrance.
He pushes into you, drawing a long moan from you as he eases further along your gummy walls. He doesn't stop until he's bottomed out, barely allowing you to adjust before he's rocking his hips. You keen under him, grabbing at his arms.
“Rin,” You breathe out airly, eyes fluttering as he picks up his speed. “He’ll be here any minute.”
A chuckle left his mouth, roughly bucking his hips to where he was brushing up against your cervix, “Good. Gonna fill this pretty little pussy with my cum before sending you on your way.”
You sucked in a sharp breath as he grabs your other leg, holding it back as well to allow him to reach deeper. Whines left your mouth every time he hit the entrance of your womb. He rutted into you, brushing up against that sweet spot with each stroke of his cock. You were rolling your hips upward, wishing you could hook your legs around his waist as you felt your high approach quickly.
The sound of your moans and his balls slapping against your skin with each thrust filled the room, spurring him on to keep going. Because who were you to go out with another guy when he could have you satisfied within minutes? Who were you to look nice for another man when he's the one who bought the dress you're wearing?
While Rindou wasn't the relationship type, he was sure he'd been explicitly clear.
“You're mine,” he hissed out, pushing your legs back even further. “Say it.”
The rapid gasps leaving your mouth made it hard to breathe, let alone speak. His brutal rhythm had your eyes rolling back as he fucked into you. You opened your mouth to speak, choking on your words that you knew you could say. He snaps his hips against you, diving in balls deep to pull a shrill yelp from you.
“I asked you to do something,” He barks out, chasing his own release without much care for yours. “You gonna answer or just look at me like a dumb, fucked out whore?”
“I– I’m yours,” You cried out, looking up at him as tears began to fill your eyes from his fervent thrusts. “M’all yours, Rin.”
“Then cum,” He growled out, his words sending you over the edge.You clenched around Rin, causing a slew of curses to leave his mouth. Every time he pulled out, you were sucking him right back in. As you mewled out under him, cumming around his cock, he pushed your legs down even more before drilling into you at an agonizingly quick pace.
You couldn't think straight as more tears stung at your eyes upon feeling overstimulated and the sensation of your cervix being touched after being fucked through your orgasm.
“M’gonna fill my little cunt up, and you're not gonna waste a single drop,” He groans out, driving into you fast and deep, his hips losing the steady rhythm they once had.
“Then you're gonna go on your date–” He grunts as he bottoms out. “Full of my cum–” A few more deep thrusts. “Squirming as it leaks out of you– Fuck– I’m–”
You made a pleasured noise as you felt his cock twitch against your walls. He spilled his seed into you as he came, sticky and hot cum filling you to the brim while he rode out his high. He slowed his pace before pulling out of you completely, watching as some leaked out and dripped from your cunt and onto the couch.
He pulled your panties back into place just as the door buzzer went off, signalling your date had arrived. Rindou smirked down at you.
“Have fun on your little date, princess. I'll be here when you get back,” He stood up, looking smug. “I want you to think about what's gonna happen when you get home. I don't think you fully learned your lesson about who you belong to.”
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