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Hello Atiny.. how do we feel about a school au omegaverse MATZ fic...
Feeling particularly inclined to write one.. lmk!
Fallen Angel
Chapter 2
Content: Omegaverse AU, NSFW! child abuse,
Ship: Kim Hongjoong x Park Seonghwa / MATZ / Seongjoong
Trope: Delinquent x Church Boy
After that simple confession, Seonghwa seemed to open up to Hongjoong more. They talked about families, holidays, favorite things, all of those sickenly cliche things you talk about to get to know someone. Seonghwa learned a lot of things about Hongjoong in the hours that they sat there, just talking.
He likes meat and loves those little yogurt cups with fruit slices in them. He doesn’t like peppers, green vegetables, or paprika. He loves minions. His favorite colors are yellow and red. His blood type is B. He likes the smell of leather. His favorite flowers are plum blossoms. He hopes to start a charity someday. He’s allergic to fish. He paints his pinky with nail polish, and only one, as a way to bring awareness to violence to children and start conversations about it.
Hongjoong would go on little rants about wanting to help people that Seonghwa thought was very admirable. He felt bad for people who were homeless, out of work, or people that simply were struggling in life. He believed that most were good people and simply had been dealt a bad hand at life, so he sympathized with them, claiming that his family had too been dealt a bad hand at life.
“My father left when I was young. Said dealing with us was too much. Said marriage was straining. He took my older brother, Beomjoong with him when he left for Seoul, talking about.. starting a real family.”
Hongjoong explained, and there was a simple expression on his face. Like the topic didn’t bother him but it was still a painful memory to touch on.
”It was hard on my mother.. and we were homeless for a while. Staying in motels while she struggled to find a job. Eventually, she put her money together and invested in a class. Became a tattoo artist.”
”A tattoo artist?”
”Yeah. A good one at that. When I got expelled, she went up to the principal, cussed him out. I didn’t go back to school for a while. Before we knew it, it’d been a month or so. My dad came back home and..”
Hongjoong trailed off, gaze looking down at the grass he was sitting on,
”..he wanted me to come with him. Called my mom an unfit mother. It made me so.. livid. How could a man pick up and leave his family, choose which son he wanted, and still have the balls to come back and demand the other son? No, absolutely not. It pissed me off. He hit her when she wouldn’t give me up. I swear I.. I saw red. I wanted to kill him. So I hit him back. We fought for a whole fifteen minutes.. He left, saying he’d be back to kill us. My mom had had enough. Packed up our things, threw me in a moving van, and we ended up here.”
Seonghwa had listened intently, obviously caring about what Hongjoong was talking about. Hongjoong laughed bitterly, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair.
”If that bastard ever came here, he’d never go back. Not in one piece at least, not if I have anything to do about it.”
He seemed to notice Seonghwa’s pitying expression, and he shook his head again, but this time dismissively before laying back on the grass. The sunlight of the afternoon hit his face, making every silver accent to his face sparkle slightly, showing glints.
”Ah, this feels so negative.. Let’s move on,”
There was one topic Seonghwa was still curious about though.
His school life.
Why did he get expelled?
Hongjoong didn’t bring up the topic, so Seonghwa figured it wasn’t something he wanted to talk about. It didn’t stop him from being curious though. Instead of asking, Seonghwa just nodded, clearing his throat as Hongjoong spoke up again.
”I take it your parents don’t know about you being..”
”Gay?”
”Yeah.”
Seonghwa hummed in thought, shrugging and moving to lay next to Hongjoong, their shoulders just barely brushing together.
”Yeah. Can’t imagine what they’d say. Probably disown me right there and then.”
Hongjoong shifted, turning his head to look at the boy.
”That’s horrible.”
”A bit.”
”A lot.”
”A ‘lot’ horrible?”
”Shut up,”
The two of them chuckled, before it resolved into silence again, the two staring up at the sky.
Hongjoong cleared his throat awkwardly, looking at Seonghwa’s profile. His fingers twitched at his sides, and he had the urge to hold Seonghwa’s. He swallowed, his pinky reaching to interlock with his. He had so many urges. Something so primal within him screaming to take him in the back of his car now. He wanted to mark him. Make everyone know he was his. It was strange, he hadn't even known this stupid omega for a week and he already wanted him to be his mate. He'd never believed in love at first sight. So what is happening?
Seonghwa turned his head to look at Hongjoong as their pinkies interlocked, and his cheeks felt a little warmer.
“Hongjoong-ah?”
He murmured, lips parting a bit.
Fuck. God fuck it all. Hongjoong’s heart stuttered. He wanted to do so many goddamn things to this stupid boy. Wanted to climb over him, shove his tongue between those lips, claw at him, rip his clothes off, reach down and—
“Are you okay?”
Hongjoong snapped out of his thoughts, meeting his gaze again and recoiling his hand away like Seonghwa had burned him. He nodded quickly, stuttering for a moment and clearing his throat.
“Should I take you home? It’s about 15:30.”
”Probably.”
Hongjoong laughed awkwardly, sitting up and staring at Seonghwa for a beat before standing to his feet. Seonghwa looked up at him, hesitating a bit before making his way to his feet as well. Hongjoong jerked his chin in the direction of the parked car, the two approaching it. Had it really been that long that they’d just been sitting and talking? A whole 6 hours? Jesus Christ.
Somehow it felt like they’d only been there 6 minutes.
Hongjoong lit another cigarette while he drove, passing it occasionally to Seonghwa, who accepted it and would take small puffs of it before passing it to Hongjoong again. He thought about holding his pinky the whole time. Even as he drove them, Hongjoong would occasionally glance at Seonghwa’s profile, who’d been staring out of the window, an unreadable expression on his features. Seonghwa wasn’t upset or anything, more like he was thinking.
He was thinking about how hard Hongjoong’s life seemed, how complicated his relationship with his father was. How he got kicked out of school. Should he ask about that? Probably not. But he wanted to.
Upon pulling into the Park’s driveway, Seonghwa reached his hands to the hem of the hoodie, ready to pull it off. Hongjoong shot his hand out, holding Seonghwa’s wrist to stop him.
”I told you to keep it, didn’t I?”
He chuckled, letting go of Seonghwa’s wrist. He smiled at the alpha, nodding and opening the door, exiting the car. When he shut the door, Hongjoong lowered the window, smiling as Seonghwa leaned his arms on it.
“See you tomorrow?”
”Yeah. Of course.”
Seonghwa smiled, backing away from the car a bit,
”Cool. Bye, Hwa!”
Hongjoong called out, revving his car loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear before heading down the block to his own house. Seonghwa’s heart fluttered.
“Bye, Hwa!”
Hwa.
His parents and friends called him that all the time, but it was different when Hongjoong said it.
Way different.
Seonghwa smiled a little wider, his cheeks flushing as he head into his house. In the entryway stood Minho, with a questioning expression on his face.
”Oh. Hey, appa,”
He greeted, closing the door behind him and hanging up his satchel by the door.
Minho quirked a brow as his whimsical demeanor, frown deepening a bit.
”Seonghwa.”
Something about that tone made him stiffen. He turned his head, taking in his expression. Shit. He was p-i-s-s-e-d.
“Yes?”
”Who was that?”
”Oh,”
Seonghwa sighed, making his way down the hall to head into the kitchen. Minho didn't hesitate from following close behind his son.,
”Hongjoong brought me home today.”
“Hongjoong??”
“Yeah, our new neighbor. The one from down the street?”
Minho scoffed, eyeing his son closely as he fished in the fridge, pulling out a container of sliced mango. He watched Seonghwa eat a slice before speaking again,
”The one we specifically told you not to be around?”
Seonghwa’s head turned to look at his dad, expression weary.
”Appa—“
”Seonghwa you’re not to hang out with that.. that boy—.”
”But—“
”—I’m serious. He’s not good for you, he has a loud ass car, you smell like cigarettes, and what is that god awful sweater you’re wearing? Is that his?”
Seonghwa glanced down at the David Bowie printed sweater, sighing.
“Yes.”
”Seonghwa, he’s marking you.”
“He’s not marking me—“
“Then please tell me why you’re dressed in his sweater? You smell like him. You’re putting out a scent.”
”Oh my god, appa, that’s not what is happening, I’m not—“
”A fairy? I'd sure as hell hope not. Do you know the shame that'd bring? We already tell you about your girly ass hair, you are not to be around boys like that.”
Seonghwa put down the container of mango slices, looking at his father from across the kitchen. The tension was thick, like it could be sliced with a knife. Eventually, Minho sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and running a quick hand through his hair.
“Where were you at school today?”
Seonghwa stared at him, feeling as though his heart dropped to his stomach.
“What do you mean? I was at—”
“Dammit Seonghwa!”
Minho slammed his hand on the counter, causing the boy to flinch, and suddenly there was a lump in his throat that he tried to swallow away.
“Where the fuck were you?! I got a text that you weren't there for any of your classes! Why?!”
Minho shouted, probably causing the walls to shake in fear themselves. It didn't help that he was an alpha, his temper was ridiculous.
Seonghwa was silent, and his eyes traveled to stare down at the container of mangoes. He didn't really feel inclined to eat them anymore.
Minho growled, his hand shooting up to grab a fistful of his son’s hair from the root, causing a cry of pain to come from him. Seonghwa’s own hand shot up to grab his wrist, nails digging into it to try and get him to stop.
“Ah—! Appa—!”
“—I’m not fucking playing around with you, Seonghwa!! Where the fuck were you?!”
“I went to the park!!”
Minho huffed, letting go of his hair and pushing his head back, glaring at him. Seonghwa’s hand raised to gently touch the tender area on his head, tears brimming his eyes.
“Get your ass to your room.”
“But—”
“And put some cologne on your damn sweat glands. I don't wanna smell you anymore.”
Seonghwa stared at him for a moment longer before shakily exhaling, moving past him and heading upstairs. He gently closed his door, flopping face down into his bed, groaning. He didn't understand why his dad couldn't just.. fuck off. He turned to lay on his side, pulling at the collar of the hoodie to look at it. He didn't even notice that he'd started crying.
Hongjoong wasn't marking him, he was just.. being friendly. Friendly. Yeah.
Seonghwa wiped his tears off with the fabric, sighing softly and stared at the collar for a moment longer, his face heating up. He whined, feeling as though he wanted to nest to comfort himself. Minho wasn't usually this aggressive with him since he was an omega, but he seemed more pissed off than usual. He sat up, fluffing his pillows and flopping back down, holding his knees to his chest in some sort of fetal position. He hummed, raising the fabric of his collar to his nose, sniffing it.
“God—”
He almost moaned, eyes rolling back at the scent. It was overwhelming to his senses, and created a tight knot in his abdomen that he couldn't shake. He closed his eyes, letting out a low groan at the perverse thought of it all. Holding Hongjoong’s hoodie to himself just to get off. God it was insatiable.
His whole body felt hot like he'd taken an aphrodisiac, and his heart was beating too loud to bear it. He slightly opened his mouth, biting down on the collar, letting himself softly suck on it.
***
Their routine kept up like that for a while, and before they even knew it, a week and a half had passed. Hongjoong would come pick up Seonghwa in the mornings, most days they'd drive off somewhere, get boba, eat, talk. They did a lot of talking. On days where Seonghwa did actually go to class, Hongjoong would wait for him after school, smoking a cigarette and taking him home.
Today, Hongjoong dropped off Seonghwa again, that same smirk on his face. Seonghwa grinned, shutting the car door and resting his elbows on the door like always.
“Hey,”
Hongjoong began, clearing his throat and resting his hands on the steering wheel.
“Yes?”
Hongjoong looked forward at the windshield, running his question through his mind.
“So.. are you doing anything later tonight?”
Seonghwa’s brows raised at the question, smile dropping almost instantly. It wasn't a negative gesture he was just.. flustered by the question.
“Uh.. like.. when?”
“Midnight?”
“No.. why?”
Hongjoong turned his head to look at Seonghwa, lips curling into a catlike smile.
“Let me pick you up tonight.”
Seonghwa's eyes widened, his heart stuttering in his chest. Hongjoong noticed the silence, very much embarrassed by his own forwardness. He stuttered, trying to find a way to get out of it, fast.
“You can't say no, okay? I'll be here at midnight. Bye, Hwa!”
Well that's one way out of it.
He waved, revving the car so Seonghwa would get off from leaning — and probably to piss off his parents — , and scooting down the street. Seonghwa stood there for a beat, just staring at where Hongjoong had been looking at him. He finally turned back to his house, taking a deep breath and walking to the front door, hesitating before opening the door. Soyeon was in the hallway, seemingly tidying up when she spotted Seonghwa.
“Hwa, hey! How was your day, dear?”
She hummed, reaching to take Seonghwa’s bag for him. Seonghwa smiled, shutting the door and sighing tiredly. Thankfully, Soyeon didn't seem to pay much mind to the car revving outside.
“Good! Getting closer to the end of the year,”
He spoke, leaning down to peck his mother on the temple, his attention traveling to notice Minho.
He definitely noticed. Fuuuuuuck.
Soyeon nodded, hanging up his bag for him and laughing a little.
“It's about that time, isn't it? Finals are soon?”
“Yeah.. coming up in the next month.”
“Do you feel ready?”
“Mmh.. ready enough.”
“That's good, Hwa.. you've always been smart, love, I believe in you.”
Soyeon added before seeming to notice that Minho gazed at the two in the entryway, an unimpressed expression on his features. Soyeon sighed, gesturing in the direction of Seonghwa’s room, lowering her voice a little — almost to a whisper.
“He's been feeling very.. punchy lately. I'd advise you to head up to bed early tonight, dear. I love you.”
Seonghwa frowned at the statement, knowing full well that he was only being this way because of their recent fight. God could that man be stubborn as all hell. Aside from that, he nodded, wishing his mother goodnight and heading up to his room.
Well, at least he had something to look forward to.
For the remainder of the night, Seonghwa sat at his desk, a textbook open, his iPad unlocked on a virtual textbook, and an open notepad to the right. Since he was skipping school now, he felt as though he'd been falling behind on days that he did go. He'd been trying to study for hours now, but he kept getting distracted. Hongjoong’s sweater was hung behind the door, its scent seeping further into the room like a personal tease. Seonghwa groaned, glancing at it, and forcing himself to pay attention to his notes. Trigonometry. He sucked at trig.
“Damn..”
Seonghwa sighed, glancing back at the hoodie.
Eventually, he stood up, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it into the basket weaved laundry bin in the corner of his room. He ran a hand absentmindedly over his stomach, feeling the slightly defined buds of muscle that lie there. It was a nervous habit of his to touch his skin.
He grabbed the hoodie off of the hook, pulling it over his bare torso, sighing in relief at the feeling of the fabric against his skin.
If he could feel like he was a part of Hongjoong, just for a moment, he could focus.
And he did. Slumping over his desk, with his hand shamelessly holding the fabric of the collar to his nose, and scribbling study notes.
When midnight came, Seonghwa locked his door. He stepped in front of his body mirror, inspecting his outfit. He'd still been wearing Hongjoong’s sweater, without a shirt underneath. Mostly for comfort. Mostly because his omega instincts told him to. He also wore a comfortable pair of sweatpants. He stopped when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, signaling a notification. His heart dropped into the pit of his stomach. Holyyyy shit.
His hand pulled his phone out of his pocket, typing in his passcode shakily, and opening the notification to Hongjoong’s chat history. He felt heat rush to his abdomen reading the text.
‘Hey, Hwa! Out front for you <3’
Oh.
Oh fuck.
He was absolutely not prepared for this. He liked the message, shoving his phone in his pocket with a frantic hand. Taking a final glance at himself in the mirror, and whining when he realized how disheveled his hair was, Seonghwa crossed his room and lifted his window. The cool breeze hit his face, cooling the heat he felt on the apple of his cheeks. He glanced back at his now empty room, chewing his lip. It gave him great anxiety to think about what the consequences may be. But.. it was Hongjoong. Did it matter?
He looked down to the ground below, jumping out of his window and hitting the ground with a small ‘oomph—’. Standing up quickly, he spotted Hongjoong’s car, practically sprinting to it to not alert his parents any further.
Hongjoong grinned when Seonghwa entered the car, practically whizzing out of the driveway before he could even buckle his seatbelt.
“Hwaaaa~ look at you, little rebel,”
He teased, winking at the omega.
Seonghwa covered his mouth and nose, immediately overwhelmed by the scent in the car, the scent going straight to his head as if it were ecstasy. Hongjoong chuckled at him, rolling down the window a bit to air it out.
“Aish, sorry, Hwa. My scent glands are all.. ‘attract mates’ this month.”
He chuckled, looking forward to continue driving.
Seonghwa nodded, removing his hand from his mouth and biting back a groan. He smelled so.. musky. It was intoxicating.
Hongjoong pulled into a parking lot, empty. Lit dimly by the street lamps. Seonghwa looked around at it, quirking a brow.
“Why are we here, Hongjoong-ah?”
He questioned with a murmur, looking over at the alpha. He felt desire reach his senses at the perverse nature of the moment. Alone, snuck out, with Hongjoong, in an empty parking lot.
“Dunno. Just wanted more time with you.”
Hongjoong chuckled, shutting the car off and leaning back against his seat, his arm reaching to rest behind Seonghwa’s seat. Seonghwa chuckled a bit, drinking in his profile as he looked at him. The lights were dim, and the only other thing that illuminated the two was the gentle blue interior lights of the car from things like the stereo buttons, the thermostat, speedometer, gears, and whatever else gave that gentle glow.
The two were quiet after that, drinking in the silence. Seonghwa couldn't get his mind off of the goddamn smell of Hongjoong. Heat ambushed his abdomen, creating a fervent tent in his pants. He fought the urge to do anything about it, instead just subtly pulling his hoodie down to cover it. He cleared his throat, looking away.
“So.. you said you got kicked out of your school?”
Seonghwa asked a bit sheepishly, internally slapping himself across the face for asking something so stupid at a time like this. Hongjoong didn't seem to care much, as he leaned in closer to Seonghwa.
“Yeah? Wondering about it?”
He winked, sticking his tongue out a bit, just enough to give Seonghwa a glimpse of the piercing ball. He pulled away, his body drunk off of the feeling of being in the same space as Seonghwa.
“Vandalization was part of it. Then they caught me smoking outside, after that they caught me under the bleachers with a girl from our dance team.. caught us fuckin’ under the bleachers. Caught me with a few of those girls. They decided that was my last strike and booted me.”
Hongjoong hummed lowly, looking at Seonghwa with half lidded eyes. Seonghwa nodded slowly, chewing the inside of his lip. That was definitely not the answer he expected. Seonghwa wondered what it'd be like to be one of those girls. To feel the chill of the jewelry on his lips against his. What did that taste like?
Hongjoong leaned closer, smiling shamelessly at Seonghwa.
“What's the matter? Getting imaginative..?”
He purred, resting his temple against his shoulder. Jesus fuck why was he acting this way? He needed to back up sixteen million inches before he melted away.
Seonghwa whined a little, averting his gaze. Hongjoong was in rut. No doubt about it. His scent was drawing him in like some evil temptation, and he was looking at him like that with those thin ‘fuck me’ eyes. Holy fuck, he was going to lose his mind.
“Say.. Hwa..”
Hongjoong began, looking up at him through his lashes.
“Have you ever made out with anyone..? Kissed anyone..?”
Hongjoong murmured.
Seonghwa shook his head a little, gulping nervously.
“N-no..”
“Wanna kiss me..?”
Fallen Angel
Chapter 1
Content: Slight NSFW!! smoking, omegaverse.
Ship: Kim Hongjoong x Park Seonghwa / Matz / Seongjoong
Trope: Delinquent x Church Boy
Hongjoong looked at his mother, sleeping on the newly moved-in couch. He sighed, peeling a blanket off of the back of it and laying it over her. He leaned down to press a gentle peck to her forehead, smiling and looking at her sleeping form. She was tired, he was sure of that. A whole day of driving, moving everything with just them two. She was a good person at the heart, despite their past together.
Hongjoong stared at her for a moment longer before running a hand through his hair, dodging boxes and out of place furniture as he traveled down the hallway of the unfamiliar home, entering his bedroom. Inside, his bed was made, and a few outfits hung in the closet. Nothing special yet, but it was comfortable enough to sleep in. He sat on the bed, kicking off his slippers, and pulling his phone off of the charger. His eyebrows raised a bit, lips pursing at the first notification.
‘_starhwa_ followed you.’
Starhwa? Who's that?
He clicked on the profile, lips curling into a smirk as he looked at the profile posts. It was their neighbor from earlier. Seonghwa, he remembered. That cute guy from earlier. God he smelled so good. There was no doubt about that boy, he was an omega. He could tell by the heat that flared in his chest when he first met him, he'd smelled so sweet, overwhelmingly sweet.
He rubbed his lips together, following him back with ease and clicking on the message button.
He stared at the chat open on his screen, eyes practically glued to the screen. He chewed his lip, suddenly feeling the urge to reach out to him. He typed out a simple message.
‘Hey.’
Staring at it for a beat, Hongjoong sighed, deleting it. The idea of texting Seonghwa felt stupid and unwarranted. Groaning like a dramatic child, he turned off his phone, setting it on the nightstand and flicking off his lamp.
***
After the weekend had passed, on Sunday night, Hongjoong remembered Seonghwa’s Instagram again. He wasn't sure what triggered it, but he'd been thinking about the omega. He'd been thinking about his pretty hair, and his sickenly sweet scent that he swore he could get drunk off of, or his stupidly designed outfits that left way too much to his imagination for his liking.
He'd seen him in passing over the past two days, doing normal things.
On Saturdays, it'd start with taking out the trash in the early morning. Then he'd go out to the garden and talk to the plants while caring for him. Then he’d sit on the sofa on the porch and read. He seemed to read a lot considering the size of the book he was reading.
On Sundays, he got up early in the morning with his parents. They'd go to church at 10, then return at 12. Then his mother would leave for work at 1. Hongjoong wouldn't see him for the rest of the day.
But… watching him gave him the idea to message him again.
Hongjoong had been laying in bed again that night, phone in hand when he got the urge again. Opening the chat to their empty message history, Hongjoong smirked a bit at the prospect of messaging the omega. It felt so.. perverse. He didn't know why but he felt strangely right about doing it. His hands hovered over the keyboard, typing out a message, and before he could give himself time to think about it, he sent it.
Hongjoong: ‘Hey.’
Hongjoong leaned back against the headboard of his bed, one leg bending as he stared at the screen.
Seonghwa: ‘Hi’
Hongjoong: 'Why'd you follow me? Like what you saw or what?’
Seonghwa: ‘Nonono lol just saw ur profile!’
Hongjoong: ‘Lol’
There was a beat of silence between their message history, where neither one of them knew what to say.
Seonghwa: ‘How are you liking the neighborhood so far?’
Hongjoong: ‘Dunno. Just moved in.’
Seonghwa: ‘Right.’
Hongjoong: ‘But I did meet you. That's nice.’
Seonghwa: ‘:)) thanks! It was rlly nice to meet you!’
Hongjoong: ‘Yeah, you too, Seonghwa’
Another beat of silence
Hongjoong: ‘Oh btw, I saw you walking home earlier?’
Seonghwa: ‘Ohh yeahh I was coming home from school’
Hongjoong: ‘You walk?’
Seonghwa: ‘Yep! Everyday’
Hongjoong: ‘I can take you yk’
A beat of silence.
Seonghwa: ‘Wdym?’
Hongjoong: ‘I have a car lol'
He did have a car. The type of car that pissed off Christian parents. The type that revved way too loud and smelled like redbull and cigarettes with a stereo system that made your chest thump. A black corvette gifted to him by his grandfather. His baby.
Seonghwa: ‘REALLY omg that'd be great!’
Hongjoong’s smile spread a little wider at his message. He shifted the way he was laying, moving to rest on his side now.
Hongjoong: ‘Sure :) I'll pick you up tomorrow morning?’
Seonghwa: ‘Yeah! That'd be great!’
Hongjoong: ‘Cool. Goodnight then Seonghwa <3’
Seonghwa: ‘Goodnight Hongjoong! <3’
Hongjoong smiled at the string of messages, pulling his blanket over his body and curling up under it, setting his phone back on the charger and putting it down. He reached his arm to flick off the nightstand lamp, before curling back up into the bed again.
He had a strange dream that night.
***
Hongjoong woke up the next morning, his body slick with cold sweat. He groaned, sitting up and leaning against the headboard with a small thud. His body felt hot and cold at the same time. He groaned, peeling his blanket off of himself. His breath hitched when he looked down, a tent set up in the crotch of his pants.
“Seriously..”
He groaned, hand dipping below his waistband briefly to adjust himself in his pants.
“Hongjoong-ah!!”
His hand recoiled from himself instantly, quickly standing to his feet.
“C-coming!!”
After getting ready — which mostly meant touching up the black pencil on his waterline, changing his clothes and fixing his hair — he head downstairs, greeted by his mom having a cup of coffee.
“Here, Jjoong,”
Haerin hummed, handing the boy his satchel. He smiled appreciatively, moving to embrace his mother, cautious of her coffee mug.
“Thanks, eomma.. I love you.”
He pulled away, chuckling as she ruffled his hair with affection in her fingers.
“I love you too. Make lots of friends, okay? No trouble. Have a good day, love.”
She smiled at him, handing him his car keys,
“See you later, eomma.”
———
“You're running a bit late aren't you, Hwa?”
Soyeon questioned, pulling Seonghwa to her and brushing off his cardigan. He chuckled a little bit, glancing at himself in the hallway mirror, making sure he looked adequate.
“No, no, I'm getting a ride to school today,”
He hummed, raising a hand to his head to put stray hairs in place. She raised a brow at his statement, pulling away a bit to look at her son.
“A ride? From who?”
“From Hongjoong, our new neighbor?”
That visibly gave her discomfort.
“From.. Hongjoong?”
She questioned, her grip on his shoulders tightening a bit.
“Seonghwa…”
“I know, eomma. I'll be careful, I promise.”
He gave his mother an assuring smile, contrary to her disapproving expression.
“Seonghwa.. I don't like that boy. He's got all that—that makeup and the jewelry and—he's just not good for you, I just—”
“—I know, eomma. Look, I have to go or we're gonna be—”
“—okay, okay.. I love you, Hwa, okay? Be safe, please.”
“Yes, eomma, I know. Love you, see you later, okay?”
Seonghwa sighed, pulling away from Soyeon and finally heading out the door. He spotted the black sports car in the driveway, a pit forming in his stomach. Nerves.
———
As Seonghwa opened the door to the car, his scent filled the car, and it was intense. So intense Hongjoong almost choked. Breathing it in made his instincts spike, his abdomen growing hot. He breathed out, looking at the omega with a fond smile.
“H-hey, Seonghwa.”
Hongjoong greeted, subtly rolling down his window. Seonghwa smiled back, sitting in the passenger seat and pulling his seatbelt to buckle it.
“Hongjoong,”
He greeted back, looking at the other and leaning back in the seat. He looked around the interior, nodding appreciatively. Hongjoong’s scent definitely bothered him as well, stirring arousal in his abdomen that definitely should not be there. Why'd he have to put out such a strong scent?
“Nice car.”
Hongjoong’s heart fluttered a bit at the compliment and he chuckled, moving to rev the car before shooting down the block. Seonghwa laughed as the wind whipped through his hair, and something about that noise, the way his hair whipped, and the smile on his face felt so.. domestic. It was nice. It only made Hongjoong rev the car harder.
Upon arriving at the school, Hongjoong pulled into the parking lot, parking the car and leaning back in his seat, flicking a lighter until it produced a flame, his free hand digging in his pocket for something else. Seonghwa looked at him, brow raising. His hair was significantly messed up, most of it pushed back from the wind.
“What are you doing? Aren't you coming?”
He questioned, rolling up his window and unbuckling his seatbelt. Hongjoong plucked a cigarette from a small box in his pocket, putting it between his lips and lighting it. He shook his head, tossing the lighter in the cup holder. After taking a puff, he removed the cigarette from his mouth, pinching it between two fingers and looking at Seonghwa.
“Nah. I don't really do school.”
He hummed, and before he could really even process it, his free hand was reaching out to fix Seonghwa’s hair with precision. He stared at him for a beat, recoiling his hand and clearing his throat, gaze averting out the windshield at the other students entering the school. Seonghwa’s heart stuttered at the gesture, and he shifted in the seat. Was Hongjoong just dropping him off?
“So.. what do you do all day?”
He questioned, a bashful blush spreading on his cheeks. Hongjoong simply shrugged after composing himself. His scent was distracting him and making his pants tighter than they should be by now.
“Uh.. dunno. Smoke behind dumpsters, hang out, go get boba.. anything but school.”
Hongjoong spoke, taking another brief puff of his cigarette, running his tongue over his labret briefly to wet his lips. Seonghwa nodded along thoughtfully, looking at the windshield. He could spot the familiar silhouettes of his own little friend group walking into the school. After a moment, his hand reached up, pulling the seatbelt down to buckle himself in again. The action caused Hongjoong to tilt his head slightly, flicking his cigarette out the window to let the spare ash fall out.
“What are you doing?”
“Take me with you.”
“Where?”
“Wherever you want.”
Seonghwa looked back towards Hongjoong, his lips pursing a bit. He had literally never skipped school, not even when he was sick. Hongjoong just chuckled a little, putting the cigarette in between his lips.
“Yeah? Aren't you like a.. Jesus.. Holy Spirit.. holy boy? Pretty boy skipping school?”
Hongjoong chuckled, enjoying the flustered expression that grew out of Seonghwa.
“W-well..”
“I'm just kidding, Seonghwa-ya, let's see where the road takes us, hm?”
Hongjoong chuckled, pulling out of the parking lot and beginning to just drive.
Drive wherever the road goes. Spend as much time with him as possible. Breathe in his scent. Swallow his scent.
Fuck what was going on with him.
Was he in pre rut? Shit.
Eventually, the car pulled into a parking lot next to a park. Complete with rolling hills of grass, dandelions, and big trees giving the car shade. Seonghwa looked out of the window with a gentle smile, enjoying the scenery. Hongjoong glanced at Seonghwa with a low hum, puffing out some smoke before nudging the omega with his elbow.
“Want some?”
He asked, moving his hand to show Seonghwa the half burnt cigarette. The gentler boy looked down at it, unsure. He was never the type to do any of this. Skip class, smoke, hang out in a teenage boy’s car. Yet.. he felt so inclined to. He nodded with a bashful smile, taking the cigarette. After a beat of consideration, he raised it to his lips, inhaling. Passing it back to Hongjoong, he let the smoke leave his lips with a string of coughs. Hongjoong chuckled, taking the cigarette back and taking a final puff of it before flicking it out the window.
“What's the matter?”
He questioned, rolling up his own window.
“Nothing just.. don't really smoke. Or.. do any of this, really. My parents are super—”
“—Christian? Strict?? Proper???
“All of the above..”
Seonghwa chuckled lightly, nodding and looking at the alpha.
“Yeah, I've noticed. Yesterday, when we met? Your mom looked like she wanted to baptize me right then and there,”
Hongjoong laughed a little, and Seonghwa caught a glimpse of the barbell in his tongue, sending a spike of curiosity up his spine.
“Ahh.. I'm sorry, you shouldn't be judged like that.”
“Nah, really, it's fine. People do it all the time. Doesn't bother me, honestly. It makes me feel like I'm cool as fuck. So unique that people have to judge me.”
Seonghwa nodded along, chewing the inside of his mouth as he thought about it. Eventually, he hummed, looking down at the middle console idly.
“...I think you’re cool.”
The sentence was quieter than the previous one, conveying the sincerity of it. Hongjoong smiled, looking at the omega, something unfamiliar blooming in his chest.
“Thanks. I think you're cool too.”
He complimented, gesturing vaguely to his clothes. Seonghwa had been dressed in a light blue cardigan with the cute collar of his white undershirt peeking out from under, both paired with beige slacks. Seonghwa looked away, looking out at the scenery again.
“Thank you.”
“Of course.”
The two sat in silence for a while, just enjoying the silent company. Seonghwa put his hands into a fist, putting them up to his mouth, blowing gently. Hongjoong seemed to notice, a brow raising.
“Cold? With that big ass sweater?”
Seonghwa chuckled at Hongjoong, shaking his head.
“I'm naturally cold.. can't help it.”
Hongjoong scoffed, nodding and twisting his body to reach in the backseat. Seonghwa glanced at him. Fuck that view. His shirt stretched to accommodate the strain, flattening against his stomach in a way that emphasized muscle and lifted slightly to show midriff. He stared, blinking back to reality when Hongjoong returned to his original sitting position, holding a hoodie. It had David Bowie on the design, and was a black fabric. He handed it to Seonghwa, urging him to put it on. Seonghwa stared at it in his hands for a beat before sliding it over his head, leaving the hood up.
“Thank you.”
“Anytime. Keep it. Don't really wear it anymore.”
And for once in his life, Seonghwa didn't protest on kindness. He nodded, looking down at the design of it with a pleased expression. It smelled like him. That cigarette, smoky chocolate scent. The one that made him hot and overwhelmed. Yeah. He wanted that.
There was another long beat of silence before Seonghwa sighed, burying his face in his hands.
“I'm sorry this is so awkward..”
He murmured into his palms, the sound muffled. Hongjoong's brows raised in response, head shaking and a hand reaching out to gently touch his shoulder.
“No, no, it's not, really.”
He chuckled at his flushed state, and in turn, Seonghwa laughed a bit, peeking through his fingers at Hongjoong.
“Do you.. want to go outside?”
“Outside? Why?”
“It's pretty in the mornings.”
“It's pretty all the time.”
“Yes but I'd like to enjoy it here with you now.”
Hongjoong stared at the omega, admiring his state for a moment before nodding. The two exited the car, and after locking it, Hongjoong gestured at the hill they stood on.
“How much won to get you to roll down it?”
Seonghwa seemed to shrug,
“I don't know… 14,500?”
Hongjoong snorted at the answer, nodding thoughtfully and jerking his chin towards it.
“Done. Only if you let me push you.”
Seonghwa whined as Hongjoong practically dragged him to the edge of the hill. He lay down in the grass, crossing his arms and looking up at Hongjoong as his hands planted on his side, ready to roll him.
“Just be gentle,”
“Why? You scared?”
“No, but you're gonna hurt me—!”
Hongjoong pushed, sending Seonghwa rolling down the hill. It was easy to tell he was enjoying it though, as his screams turned into giggles, and calls out for Hongjoong. He laughed, making his way carefully down the hill to eventually meet Seonghwa where he lay, still giggling and trying to catch his breath. His hair had grass blades and dandelion pieces stuck in it, as did some of his sweater. Hongjoong’s sweater. Hongjoong pulled him to sit up, being met with a protesting yelp.
“Aish, Seonghwa-ya, you're all messy now,”
He teased, though despite the tone, Seonghwa didn't miss the way his hand carefully plucked out the grass and the dandelions. When he was done, he looked down at Seonghwa, who smiled up at him in return. Something about that picture perfect moment made Hongjoong’s heart flutter. He turned before he could get more flustered, and moved to sit next to Seonghwa on the grass. Seonghwa got a hint of that scent from him again. The one that's used to attract mates. He sighed, leaning his head back a bit to try and ignore it.
“Hey, so,”
Hongjoong began, bringing Seonghwa back to Earth. He'd prefer that he didn't speak to him right now in pure belief that he was going to explode.
“Your family, are they..”
He made a vague gesture to himself. What exactly was he asking?
“..supportive?”
Supportive? Of what?
“Of?”
Seonghwa raised a brow, looking over at Hongjoong finally.
“Of the like.. hierarchy stuff. Y’know?”
Oh. Oh.
Seonghwa pressed his lips together in a thin line, suddenly more embarrassed than he was before. He looked away, shrugging.
“Not really. My dad is a pastor. Mom does Bible studies. They believe that alphas and omegas are sinful. Betas are fine in their eyes, I think.”
He murmured, cheeks flushing at the strange feeling of the discussion. Hongjoong nodded along, nudging Seonghwa with his elbow.
“They disapprove of you then?”
Seonghwa raised his brows, looking at Hongjoong with a tilted head.
“W-what? What do you mean?”
“Pfft- I'm not stupid, Seonghwa-ya. I can smell you. Besides,”
He raised a finger to his mouth, pulling at the corner of his mouth until his teeth showed. Sharp fangs and canines glistened as he ran his tongue along them for emphasis,
“They'd disapprove of me, too.”
Seonghwa nodded, almost automatically. He cleared his throat as Hongjoong removed his finger, looking at him properly.
“No.. they seem fine with me being.. um..”
“An omega?”
“..yeah, that. They just don't like the idea of someone mating with me. Especially, uhm.. male alphas.”
Hongjoong nodded in understanding, moving to sit criss crossed instead of his legs to the side.
“Male alphas. They're homophobic, yeah?”
He questioned, tone light. Almost as if it didn't affect him at all.
“Mhm, yeah. Unfortunately so,”
He chuckled lightheartedly,
“They've been trying to set me up with some girl in my mom’s Bible study group for a while.”
Hongjoong's instincts flared at that prospect. It was a strange flare. He didn't even really know Seonghwa so why did he feel so.. inclined to own him? Definitely the pre-rut.
“Uh huh.. girl.. yeah,”
Hongjoong nodded, looking at the park ahead. There was a family there. A mom, a dad, and two pups. One of the pups pushed the other on the swing, both of them giggling that sweet little kid giggle. The parents sat on a bench, with the mom held by his side, an arm over her shoulder as they watched their pups. Hongjoong enjoyed the domesticity of the scene.
Seonghwa noticed Hongjoong staring at the family, and he looked as well, a fond expression on his face. There was a beat of silence where they just sat, watching the family interact.
“I..I’m not really into girls though.”
Hongjoong looked at his profile, eyes tracing over the slope of his nose, the way his jawline looked, how some of his hair framed his face that made him look like an angel fallen from above, and how he pursed his lips when he was thinking.
“So.. not into girls. You into, uh.. guys, then? Or just people?”
”Guys.”
”I see.”
There was another beat of silence before Hongjoong cleared his throat, rubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans, his throat feeling dry than before. He quickly looked away, avoiding Seonghwa’s face at all cost.
”Yeah. Me too.”
Fallen Angel
Prologue
Content: Omegaverse, cigarette smoking, mild homophobia
Ship: Kim Hongjoong x Park Seonghwa / MATZ / Seongjoong
Trope: Delinquent x Church Boy
It was springtime in Jinju, South Korea. March.
Flowers were blossoming on cherry blossom trees, the garden in the Park household was flourishing with peonies, plum blossoms, various vegetable plants, and a giant apple tree against the back wood picket fence that hung just over one of the bedroom windows.
The Park household was fairly peaceful. Two loving parents, an alpha father, beta mother, and their omega son. Park Minho, Soyeon, and Seonghwa. The parents were people of God. A pastor who gave beautiful sermons every Sunday, and a mother who helped troubled people find safety and security in God. Seonghwa was sent off to a normal high school, in hopes that he'd grow up with flourishing social skills and friends.
They were a household of purity, belief in God, Christmas being Jesus’ birthday, the separation of alphas, betas, and omegas being sinful, the color white, and heterosexual love. There were several crosses hung in their gentle, citrus scented home, as well as a ‘Live Laugh Love’ sign hung up occasionally.
Seonghwa didn't mind their lifestyle much, though, he was happy dressing in cardigans, jeans, and pinning his hair back at the fringe for most occasions and outings. He was happy walking to and from school every morning and evening, despite the two cars parked in the driveway, and despite the length it took to get there and back.
There was a new neighbor down the street. That was obvious by the moving vans and the commotion at the house. It distracted Seonghwa, as he'd been returning from school. It took so long to walk home, that the sun was beginning to set, casting shadows on everything that stood on the Earth. Oranges and pinks painted the sky like an oil painting out of the Louvre in Paris, leaving orange hues cast onto the asphalt, pavement, and even Seonghwa’s skin.
He adjusted the strap of his satchel, gazing at the moving van parked in front of the house down the street, and the two cars parked in the driveway. A silver Toyota Avalon, and some type of black sports car that he couldn't name. He gave a quizzical hum before moving to step inside his home, being created by his mother, Soyeon, standing in the living room waiting for him like usual.
“Hey, Hwa,”
His mother greeted, smiling at him graciously, as she always did when he came home. She planted a kiss on his cheek, taking his bag from him.
“How was your day, sweetheart?”
“Good! It's starting to get hot outside,”
Seonghwa murmured, tone a bit distracted as his gaze kept wandering to the window of their living room.
“Isn't it? Summer’s coming. Did you finish your project?”
She hummed, hanging his bag up on the rack. When he didn't respond, she turned, looking at her son with a tilted head.
“Hwa?”
Seonghwa nodded along, pulling the curtains side to look through them,
“Hwa?? I'm talking to you.. hellooo..?”
Soyeon grumbled, Seonghwa turning to glance at her in response.
“Huh? Sorry. What were you asking me?”
“What's got you so distracted?”
She murmured, standing next to her son and joining him in looking out the window, looking curiously at the moving van.
“I think we have new neighbors..”
“New neighbors?”
There was a boy there that Seonghwa could see that seemed to be about his age. That was good news, at least, considering he didn't have many other friends at his school other than a small group. He looked over to his mother, shaking her shoulder gently,
“Eomma? Can we go say hi?”
He questioned, pointing out the window at the boy. Soyeon didn't seem opposed to it, as she nodded, patting Seonghwa on the back.
“That's fine, um.. hey, how about you meet us out there? I'll get your appa.”
She smiled at Seonghwa, ruffling his hair before turning to walk down the hallway of their home. Seonghwa stared at her for a beat, before looking back out the window at the movers. He nodded, looking down at his cardigan and flattening it against his chest, making sure it was clean. Stepping outside, it was a Spring breeze, which was typical during March in Jinju. Seonghwa raised a hand to his head, fluffing the dark strands of hair briefly as he walked down the sidewalk, approaching the moving van.
The boy seemed to notice him, as he was leaning against the front of the van, flicking through his phone. He looked up at Seonghwa, tilting his head as the taller boy approached. A strong scent hit his nose, causing a pit in his stomach to form. Was he an alpha?
This boy was.. different than the people that lived in the neighborhood. Seonghwa could tell just by looking at him. He had split dyed hair, black on one side, white on the other. Huh. Piercings. A lot of them. Seonghwa could count 15 just off the bat. Two lip rings on his bottom lip, one left, one right. A vertical labret, bridge bar, eyebrow bar. Four earrings on his left ear, five on his right.
“Uhmmm.. hi, I'm, uh.. your new neighbor? My name’s Seonghwa.”
He bashfully introduced himself, watching as he pocketed his phone. That strong scent from earlier didn't seem to waver, if anything, it clung to the air like a thick smoke.
“Kim Hongjoong.”
Hongjoong replied, and watching his mouth move, Seonghwa could spot a tongue piercing. 16 piercings. His parents were not going to like him. Seonghwa just nodded, looking around at Hongjoong’s house.
“Did you just move here? Where are you from?”
He questioned, looking back at the edgy looking male. Hongjoong nodded, gesturing vaguely to the house where his own mother could be seen smoking a cigarette on the porch, dozens of tattoos on her.
“Yeah, we moved here from Anyang, Gyeonggi-do. Got kicked out of my school.”
He hummed, looking over at Seonghwa again. He nodded slowly in response, facial expression unreadable. Kicked out? What for?
“Your school? Oh. What, uh.. school are you going to now?”
“Myungshin.”
Heat crept up his neck as he processed the information, nodding.
“Ah.. I go to Myungshin too.”
“Oh, really? Nice.. I'll have a friend there.”
A friend.
Seonghwa nodded, lips curling into a gentle smile,
“Yeah.. of course.”
Hongjoong nodded, giving the taller a gentle nudge with his fist on the shoulder.
After a beat of awkward silence, Soyeon and her husband, Minho approached, looking proper as usual.
“Oh.. good afternoon.”
Soyeon spoke, the judgement clear in her voice as she too seemed to catch on his alpha scent. Minho just looked at Hongjoong, a brow quirked. Hongjoong smiled at the adults, tilting his head a bit.
“Good afternoon! Nice to meet you, I'm your new neighbor, Kim Hongjoong!”
He grinned, only to be met with concerning expressions from the two. Soyeon nodded, silently slipping her arm to link into Seonghwa’s, tugging him closer to them.
“We’re the Parks. Lovely to meet you dear..”
She spoke softly, obviously very deeply concerned by his appearance.
“Nice to meet you,”
Minho grumbled, glancing over at the woman on the porch, who still had a cigarette pinched between her fingers.
“That your mom there, boy?”
Hongjoong glanced at the woman before nodding,
“Yeah, that's my mother. Kim Haerin.”
“Uh huh.. and.. what does she do for work exactly?”
Soyeon questioned, her gaze turning to look at the woman as well, obviously inspecting the tattoos and disheveled appearance.
“She's a tattoo artist. A good one, too.”
He hummed in response, glancing at Seonghwa with a smirk.
“And your dad? Where's he?”
“Ah, my dad’s not in the picture, sir. Left us when I was a baby.”
Minho just grunted in acknowledgement — judgement — before jerking his chin back in the direction of their household. Because of course he didn't have a dad.
“Right. Well we'd better be getting home.. lovely to meet you, uhm.. Hongjoong,”
Minho spoke, and when Hongjoong turned away to walk back towards his own house, Soyeon pulled Seonghwa along with Minho, urging him to come home.
“Dear.. those piercings.. do you think his parents let him do that? And that hair. Seonghwa, honey, just.. do your best to avoid him, please, okay?”
She urged, sighing as they continued to walk.
The way she spoke about him irritated Seonghwa slightly. She talked about him as if he was offending God himself. Seonghwa nodded along absentmindedly, silently agreeing to whatever insults she had.
***
“I'm turning in for the night, eomma, appa,”
Seonghwa stood up from the dinner table, putting his chopsticks neatly on the napkin beside his bowl. Tonight was bibimbap, kimchi, and a banchan dish filled with pickled vegetables. His mom was a really lovely cook when she wasn't crying about his brother being in the military.
Minho sighed, taking a sip from his mug, which probably held some sort of tea in it, looking at Soyeon with a sarcastic expression.
“All you do is cry about Seojoon these days, you know? He's coming back, just relax about it,”
He murmured, returning to the liquid in his mug.
“I know dear, but can you just imagine? He's there all by himself, probably hungry.. tired, I bet.. ah.. I'll do my best not to worry about it.”
Soyeon nodded with a sniffle, the back of her hand raising to wipe her wet cheeks dry. As much as Seonghwa would like to believe his hyung was tired, hungry, and miserable, he knew full well from his letters that he and friends often stayed up drinking. Regardless, he chuckled a little, leaning down and giving Soyeon a kiss on the temple.
“Love you.”
She smiled up at him with a red nose and watery eyes, nodding.
“Love you, Hwa.. don't forget to write Seojoon a letter tonight, okay? Me and Appa are going to mail them off tomorrow.”
She hummed, pinching the tall boy’s cheek with a fond grip. Seonghwa nodded, standing up straight and heading towards the staircase,
“I will. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Seonghwa!”
The two parents called back as their son slipped away into his bedroom.
He flopped onto his bed, holding onto his pillow as he suddenly remembered which one of his parents passed on the “highly emotional” gene. He chuckled to himself, shifting the way he lay to fish his phone from his pocket, unlocking it.
Seonghwa stayed up a little later that night, scrolling through numerous Instagram accounts, trying to find Hongjoong's. He didn't know why he was looking, but he was.
He thought about the piercings, and the hair. Did they hurt to get? And his hair.. he liked his hair. Part of him thought it was intriguing. Endearing. His parents sure as hell don't like him, they spent the whole night dropping off handed comments about his clothes, his mom, how his mom smelled his alpha scent and how it was trying to attract an omega, how Seonghwa was not to be around that boy, as he'd infect him with something, how he'd turn him gay if he could — and heaven knows gay people are the biggest sin of all —, how Hongjoong probably got kicked out of his school.
Seonghwa was the only one that knew he did so far, and confirming that fact?
They'd lock Seonghwa in their house like a prisoner.
“Huh..”
He murmured, finally finding an account under the name ‘Kim Hongjoong’. He scrolled through the posts, definitely recognizing his face. It seems he'd had numerous hair colors before, though. Blonde, blue, ginger, and now the split dye.
He shifted in bed, pulling his blanket up to cover his mouth as he mindlessly looked at his posts. He was.. pretty cute. He scrolled back up to the top of his account, staring at the blue follow button with a nervous thumb. Should he follow him? I mean.. they were classmates now right?
He knew his parents would disapprove immediately. But that didn't stop him from being curious of the shorter boy. Just the scent of him, it was dark, like cigarette smoke, but still warm like chocolate. God it smelled so goddamn good. He wondered what it'd be like to smell that all the time.
Seonghwa hovered his thumb over the button for a beat before pressing it, and immediately chucking his phone at the wall next to his bed, hiding his face in his blanket. He felt embarrassed, nervous, and shy about it.
After another beat, Seonghwa lifted his head, peeked at his phone’s glowing light tucked in a fold of the blanket. His heart raced, and he swallowed thickly as he reached out to grab it, his eyes squinting to a notification beaming on his lock screen.
‘no1likeme8_8 followed you.'
Please stop me from spiraling, because this is clearly not what the image caption says, but google translate is making me delulu:
ktiny please help 😭
Daily Yeosang
Kinktober Day 8; Aftercare
Hakuji Soyama x Koyuki Soyama
Hello KNY and Kinktober Community! Sorry for the wait on this guy!
It was their honeymoon night.
Two newlyweds and a brand new home, a gift from her father, Keizo, that he could barely afford but he wanted to gift something grand to his daughter and successor. It was a quaint home, but nonetheless theirs.
They'd both been tipsy and newly married, of course they wanted to fuck each other.
The second they got in the master bedroom, they didn't even have the opportunity to admire the decor or furniture choices.
Hakuji pushed his bashful wife against the wall, their mouths meeting in a tantalizing kiss that carried desperate fervor. Koyuki kissed him back, arms wrapping around his neck in her own desperation.
He brought her to lay back on the bed in the middle of the room, his hands frantically coming up to undo his tie, then his belt, then the back of her dress.
Koyuki moaned into his mouth, separating their lips to aide him in the undressing. Hakuji sighed with a small whimper, taking in the sight of his beautiful wife. He didn't hesitate in hovering over her, caging her head in between his forearms.
"Do you want to..?"
The question almost seemed silly to ask, considering their position now. Koyuki agreed, giggling and reaching down. She grabbed his cock, the appendage twitching and dripping with precum.
"..please, Hakuji-san?"
God he hated when she referred to him so formally. But somehow it turned him on even more.
That was the first time they'd had sex. Previously it'd been touching or oral, but all in all, they were both virgins.
Two breaths mixed together in a mutually exhausted and exerted pant, chests rising and falling in perfect tandem.
Hakuji rested his forehead against his wife's, sighing out in exasperation. He admired her pretty face up close, the flushed cheeks, parted lips, even the pretty color of her floral pink eyes.
He looked to the side with embarrassment, pulling himself out of the girl,
"Was that..?"
"Good."
She smiled with reassurance, leaning up to kiss the tip of his nose, which led to a soft blush on his pale skin. Hakuji returned the gentle smile, climbing off of her and standing. He gave a final stare of adoration before leaving the room. Koyuki lay on her side, waiting for him to return and closing her eyes.
When Hakuji returned, he carried a small towel, seemingly wet. Koyuki reopened her eyes, looking up at him. He joined her on the bed again, kneeling in front of her.
"Let me see,"
He spoke gently. When Koyuki replied with spreading her legs again, he pressed the warm towel onto her core. She hummed, the sensation bringing her soreness some relief. He wiped her clean with slow, gentle strokes, pressing a kiss to her thigh when he was done.
Hakuji left the towel on the nightstand, turning back to press a kiss on her cheek.
"Can I get you anything, Koyu?"
He asked, laying next to her with an arm traveling around her waist. Koyuki hummed, peering at him,
"Maybe.. a bath..?"
She questioned, voice small and used up by the moans and cries she gave. Hakuji seemed pleased with that answer, getting up again and disappearing into the adjoined bathroom. The sound of muted water running came from the door.
Hakuji emerged from the bathroom, a stream of steam escaping and following. He moved to the bed, easily lifting his wife into his arms like a doll, the action kindling a fire in his heart. When they reached the bathroom, he placed her into the warm tub, smiling as he watched her sigh pleasantly.
She looked up at him, happy as a clam.
"Thank you."
Kinktober Day 7; Bloodplay
Izuku Midoriya x Himiko Toga
Hi MHA and Kinktober community! Sorry for the delay for this guy!
Where the hell was he?
Izuku swore he only blacked out for a second. Just for a moment. He'd been fighting someone masked and... he was out?
Two green eyes creaked open, looking around to take in the surroundings of the environment. It was some sort of warehouse, the entire place shrouded in dark black shadows except for the moonlight peaking through a small window.
"Ugh..."
He groaned, a migraine pounding between his eyes. He pulled his limbs, finding them bound to a chair he guessed. He grunted, pulling against the restraints. In a perfect world he could use his quirk and easily shatter the chair and escape. But, he couldn't feel his quirk surging through his body like normal.
Something was wrong.
He looked around frantically, swiveling his head to try and search for any sign of a means to escape. Each moment felt like a metal bat swinging to his skull.
"Oh!! Izuku!! You're awake!"
A cheery girl's voice sounded in the darkness. Izuku snapped his head in the direction of the familiar voice. Was that Toga..?
A blonde girl stepped into the light, cheeks flushed pink.
"I was waiting forever, you know!"
She exclaimed, leaning in closer so their noses were almost touching. Izuku backed his head away, eyebrows furrowing.
"T..Toga..?"
He questioned under his breath. Himiko reacted excitedly that he even knew her name. She squealed, putting her hands up to her face with excitement.
"Yes! That's me!"
Izuku's expression hardened, as though he knew something bad was going to happen to him.
"What.. what am I doing here..?"
The question seemed to make Himiko even happier than she was before if that was possible. She moved around him with a predatory stare, eventually stopping behind him and putting two hands on his shoulders.
"I'm not going to kill you, don't worry.."
Izuku turned his head a bit to just barely see her in his peripheral view.
"Then.. what..?"
He muttered under his breath. Himiko giggled at his question, grabbing his jaw and forcing it away, her mouth moving to linger near his ear. Her hot breath against his skin forced a shudder to slip down his spine.
"You're going to give me your blood..."
She cooed, running her hand along his back. He shivered at the thought, shifting uncomfortably in the chair. She didn't seem to care about that much though.
The blonde lowered her mouth to his shoulder, jaws opening wide.
"Wait— AGH—!"
She chomped down on his shoulder, teeth sinking in so that it was definite the skin broke. Himiko hummed with an intoxicated tone, eyes shutting delightfully as she sucked on the deep red liquid. Izuku let out grunts, some larger than others, as she sucked out of the wound.
He was well aware that she was like borderline insane, but this was too much. His shoulder burned and ached, and as much as he'd like to have been pulling away, her death grip on his jaw kept him in place.
After another moment or so passed, Himiko pulled off of the wound with a small pop. She giggled as the blood ran down his back, her hand fishing in her utility belt to grab three glass vials.
"Tastes so good.."
Himiko murmured to herself, living the iron taste off of her lips. She held each vial up to the dribbling blood until they filled to the top, popping caps on them and placing them back into her belt.
Izuku struggled against the restraints, growling.
"Let me go! There are people looking for me!"
He exclaimed at the blonde, who pouted at his outburst.
"I know, dummy. I'll let you go.. I just need more.."
Himiko whimpered, licking up his shoulder. Izuku winced at the burn of his open wound. Himiko latched onto another spot, fangs easily puncturing his skin as she continued to suck on the wound. Izuku pressed his lips into a thin line, eyes closing. It'd be done soon.
Himiko moaned at the taste, her hand traveling between her thighs. She traced around her underwear under her skirt, whimpering as she gulped down his blood. She pushed aside her underwear, pushing two digits into her already wet core, eyes rolling back and inevitably shutting.
Izuku preferred not to think about the fact that he was 90% sure she was masturbating to the taste of his blood.
Himiko gulped it down, dribbles of dark red running down her chin, and in turn down her neck leaving dark red stains on her shirt. She pumped two fingers in and out of herself, fully pleasuring herself to Izuku's wound. Every so often she'd flick her tongue over the ripped flesh, and the green headed boy would cry out in return.
A few moments passed of this cycle, and eventually, she dragged her fingers out of herself, rubbing the sticky and wet digits on her shirt and pulling her mouth off of him. She admired the two giant gashes and hickeys she'd left him.
Izuku panted out as she finally let go of him, a drop of sweat dripping down his forehead. Himiko traveled around to face him, hands on her hips and a pout on her face.
"I'm sure your hero friends are coming, huh... I'll let you go now."
Kinktober Day 6; Intoxication, Outdoor Sex
Giyuu Tomioka X Shinobu Kocho
The two had finished another mission together, they often were paired together since Shinobu always seemed to be the only one who ever got through to Giyuu.
She didn't exactly mind, it was probably only Giyuu that did.
"So.. what're you doing after this, hm?"
Shinobu questioned, a content smile on her face as she followed after him. Giyuu sighed quietly at the girl's attempt to converse with him yet again. He swore she got as annoying as a toddler sometimes.
"Sleeping."
"Sleeping..? How boring,"
Shinobu giggled at his aloof demeanor, always finding him endearing.
"Hey, we should go out, hmmm? Have a drink?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I don't drink."
Shinobu sighed at the yet again failed attempt to socialize with him. She huffed dramatically, nudging his shoulder with her arm,
"This is why literally all of the hashira hate you, Tomioka-san."
That single sentence ticked him off more than she could probably imagine. He looked down at the shorter girl, eyebrows furrowed.
"I don't care what they think about me."
He did.
"Please, Tomioka-san? Just one?"
She begged, looking up at him with big purple eyes. He sighed, shrugging and continuing to walk.
"Fine."
***
It was in fact not just one drink. It started out with one, and when Shinobu got to talking about her training styles one turned into two. Two turned into four when discussing background. And four turned into six when they started flirting with each other.
Giyuu didn't mean to start flirting with her. He'd told her that her laugh was pretty, and so was her smile, and he liked to see it. Shinobu responded by complimenting his "pretty eyes". That was enough to spark a red shade on his cheeks that wasn't a flush from the alcohol.
They'd went on like that for a while, though after the fifth drink, the flirting turned into something more and more sexual and inappropriate with each passing one.
Giyuu stumbled back into some sort of shrub behind the small bar, receiving a giggle from Shinobu. Giyuu shushed her, grabbing her shoulder,
"You're gonna get us caught if you don't shut up.."
He warned, gripping the fabric. Shinobu hushed him back, hands drunkenly fumbling with his belt buckle, practically seeing double by now.
"Then don't be so.. so clumsy.."
She murmured, opening the button on his corps pants. Giyuu let out a soft sigh as the pressure on his cock was released a bit, the length throbbing with desire.
"Just.. hurry up.. this is embarrassing.."
Shinobu wasn't sure if he was referring to being naked in front of her at the waist or having drunken sex behind a bar. Either way she humored him. She tossed her pants to the side, Giyuu hadn't even noticed that her underwear was already off until she straddled him. The straddle didn't come without an imbalanced rock though, receiving a supporting grip on her hip from him.
She giggled, slurring out a half hearted apology and reaching into his briefs. Giyuu gave a sharp inhale, eyes closing, as she grabbed his cock, cold fingers sending a shiver up his spine and down his legs.
"Sh—Shinobu.."
He murmured out, looking up at her with thin lidded eyes. Shinobu huffed impatiently, positioning herself over his cock, the hardness pressing against her slick entrance.
"No.. I've been.."
She planted herself down onto him, sinking down with a muted moan, Giyuu himself biting back a groan.
"..waiting.. ah.. for so long..~"
"Wh...what do you mean.."
Giyuu questioned with a desperate whisper. Shinobu planted her palms on his chest, using the leverage to push herself into slow bounces. Giyuu whimpered in response.
"Every mission... I.. ah..~ I've wanted you.. so.. so bad.."
Shinobu moaned out, the pace of her bounces steady. He leaned his head back, gripping her hip at the confession. Every mission? Was she serious?
"F..fuck..~"
He whispered, gripping harder for a moment before moving his hips upwards to match her pace. The movements were sloppy, they both knew that, but they both accepted it as being a result of the mass alcohol they indulged in.
Though they were sloppy, they were pleasurable.
Giyuu moved his hand up to hold her shoulder, but the action seemed like it was more meant to ground himself than steady her. Shinobu gave moans, not loud ones at the fear of getting caught, but audible.
She looked down at him, eyebrows knitted together.
"Hey.. I'm, ah.. way too drunk.. for this.. ahah.. will you.. hah..~"
She tried, head throwing itself back instead. Giyuu huffed, giving her a nudge with his hand on her shoulder.
"Mmph.. what..?"
"Will you... fuck me.. better.. mmm..~ tomorrow.. morning..?"
Shinobu whimpered out, forcing herself to look bad down at him. The question made his heart stutter, but nonetheless he nodded, slowing the pace of his hips, the girl slowing in response.
They stopped, just looking at each other. He admired her slightly sloppy appearance. She'd always been very well put together in his opinion so he admired the natural look of her now.
He sighed, removing his hands from her.
"I'll.. I'll fuck you.. mm, harder. Tomorrow."
Shinobu giggled at his resolve, nodding and moving a stray hair from his face.
"I'll be there."
Kinktober Day 5; Dacryphilia
Katsuki Bakugo x Ochaco Uraraka
"Oh..! Sorry, uh, Uraraka-san, but.."
The boy paused,
"I'm not really into girls..?"
Ochaco stared up at the green haired boy, feeling her heart properly stop. She'd been properly pining Izuku since they started U.A., how on earth did she never catch on that he was gay...
Izuku on the other hand, laughed awkwardly, expression looking as though he'd rather be literally anywhere else by now. He reached up to rub the back of his neck, foot shifting back signaling he'd like to leave.
"I-I appreciate the gesture though! Really, I'm flattered! I just.. don't feel the same."
He managed to say before giving her a smile, turning an unsure foot and beginning to leave. Ochaco watched as she walked away, eyes welling with tears. Here she was, looking like an idiot. I mean seriously, she asked him to meet him at this super romantic spot out in the courtyard, the sun was setting, it was all supposed to be such a perfect plan.
She choked out a sob, collapsing down to sit on the floor, hiding her face in her knees and crying into the fabric. She stayed like this for a few minutes. Questioning why she even tried. Why didn't she catch on to his sexuality? How could she be so oblivious?
"The hell you crying for?"
A brash voice interrupted the sobs. She knew who it was, but she looked up at him anyway, just to make sure. It was Katsuki like she expected. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand, sniffling. Her cheeks were properly puffy due to the crying.
"Huh..?"
"What, are you deaf? I asked why the hell you were crying."
Ochaco stood, managing to blink back any tears that wanted to continue spilling, though her voice was shaky when she spoke.
"Deku-kun.. I confessed to him and.. he doesn't feel the same.."
She murmured, glancing away and not quite meeting his case. Katsuki raised a brow, a scoff coming from him as he folded his arms.
"You're crying over that damn nerd? Tch."
Katsuki looked at her form, crimson eyes narrowing.
"You're too damn pretty for that stupid nerd anyways."
Oh my god why did he say that?????
Katsuki felt his own form stiffen at the word vomit. He'd never really been one for relationships or girls at all, always been focused on his goals. But.. why didn't he feel so inclined to help her? Maybe to one up Deku again?
Ochaco looked up at him as he said that, cheeks slightly flushed. She wondered if she was dreaming or being completely insane or delusional.
"What?"
"Did I stutter, dammit!! You're too pretty to cry over some ass like that..."
He thought to himself about what to say next,
"..Maybe you should cry over someone who will actually treat you right."
The words lingered in the air for a moment, and Ochaco could swear she saw a hint of red at the tips of his ears.
"Yeah.. probably. I just.. don't know how to find that."
"I'll show you."
"What..?"
"Don't make me repeat myself, dammit!! Tch. Just.. come back with me to the dorms, or whatever."
***
The sun had mostly set by the time they entered his dorm room, casting an orangey light mixed with his lamp into the room. It looked surprisingly cozy.
Ochaco sat on the bed, looking up at the blonde with wide eyes. She wasn't exactly sure what he meant when he said that, but it made her heart stutter
Katsuki looked at her from across the room, closing the door.
"So.. why'd you bring me here..?"
Ochaco questioned with an innocent head tilt,
"You said you wanted to find someone worth crying over."
"Uh huh?"
Katsuki approached her closer, leading to her head tilting upwards to look at him.
"It's.. dammit.."
He tried to speak, not quite meeting eye contact with her,
"Inappropriate, but.. what if.."
Ochaco blushed furiously at the speech, face flushing a bright shade of red to match the hint of his cheeks.
"I could make you cry in a good way."
A silence lingered between them for a moment, both parties unsure what to say. A beat passed before Ochaco cleared her throat, gripping her knees. She looked away, closing her eyes and nodding shyly.
"I'd.. I'd like that I think.."
She murmured. Katsuki looked at her for the first time, eyebrows knitting together. He clenched his fists at his sides, moving quickly to grab her face, his lips crashing onto hers with an aggressive fervor.
Ochaco kissed back, the exchange between them feeling taboo but not exactly unwanted. He growled against her lips, pushing her back onto the bed, his body slotting in between hers.
Katsuki lifted against the kiss for a brief moment to breathe and really take in the view of the woman. God why was he being so desperate for some girl?
Ochaco looked up at him, bringing her face up to kiss him again. The heat they exchanged between their lips was tantalizing, and Katsuki found himself utterly addicted to the sweetness of her lips.
He pushed her shirt up, a had trailing to palm at her breast, the action receiving a muffled mewl from the girl. He furrowed his brows, ministrations continuing. Ochaco very quickly reacted to this, squirming under him. She pressed against him, clothed core feeling the tightness and hardness of his crotch. Was she really being so easy? Yes. Yes she was.
Katsuki groaned into her mouth, raising himself to look down at her, admiring the swollen red lips she had.
"Fuck, Cheeks..."
He murmured through a ragged breath, hand sliding out from under her shirt. He scoffed, his hands traveling to spread her legs,
"How long until you start cryin'?"
He questioned, smirking at her form. Ochaco felt herself shiver from the motion, swallowing a lump in her throat.
"Tell me you don't want this, Cheeks. That you don't like this. Otherwise I'll do with you whatever I damn please. Hah?"
"N-no! I'm okay with this.."
The bashful girl spoke, looking up at him. He huffed, nodding shortly and flicking her shorts button open, sliding the garment off and tossing it away with urgency. His pants were so goddamn tight. He admired her choice in underwear, before moving to undo his belt, tossing it somewhere else in the room. His pants followed, leaving himself in gray boxers.
Katsuki lowered himself to his ear, voice coming out dark and husky.
"Are you sure you want this, Cheeks?"
When he received that small little nod from the brunette, he moved the boxers down, finger reaching to move her panties to the side, giving him clear access.
"Fuck.."
He sighed, running a finger across the slick flesh, a groan escaping his lips as a result. Ochaco herself rolled her hips in response, eyes shutting tightly. Katsuki looked at her expression, squinting, and planting his lips on the crook of her neck, sucking the sensitive skin.
He grabs his cock, lining it up with the entrance,
"You're not a crybaby are you?"
He questioned, returning to suck on her skin again and pushing himself deep inside her. She moaned out, hand rising to grip his shoulder tightly with digging in fingers.
"Bakugo! W-wait!"
She exclaimed through gritted teeth. Katsuki hugged in response, rocking his hips gently in and out of her. Each movement felt like it would rip her in half, and that much was evident in the violent grip on his shoulder and the all but quiet moans she elicited.
Katsuki removed his mouth with a gentle pop, gazing down at her like she was some fragile doll. He moved his hand to hold her throat with gentle pressure, not quite squeezing yet.
"Tell me no."
Ochaco wasn't even sure she could say no if she wanted to. Which she didn't. After a good minute or two, Katsuki gripped her throat, the lack of airway nearly completely silencing her moans. Instead, she resorted to digging her nails into him so deep that they'd leave crescent shaped marks in the skin.
"Yeah..? Feel good..?"
He questioned with a quirked brow, using that leverage to give deeper thrusts and harsher pounds.
Ochaco felt her body tense with each one, the feeling driving her into complete ecstasy. She'd try to mouth out curses or his name, but each word would be swallowed by the squeezing in her throat.
Tears spilled down her cheeks, not only in response to the choking, but also in response to the absolutely devastating hits her insides were receiving.
Katsuki smirked at the effect he was having on her, continuing the harsh actions, and reaching up to run his tongue over the tears. Somehow it turned him on to taste something so salty and so bitter. Perhaps it turned him on due to the fact that he was causing it.
He released her throat, moving the hand down to palm her breast. Ochaco quickly returned to moaning, her sobs following.
"W—wait! Slow down, I—.. I can't handle...! Agh!~ Wait!!"
She tried to exclaim, back arching in protest. Her words fought against it, but her body loved it. She screamed out, moving her head up to bite down on his shoulder, teeth sinking in harshly.
"Fuck, relax,"
Katsuki winced, his grip on her breast tightening and the pounds getting deeper with every ounce of pain she caused him.
Ochaco felt a familiar knot forming in the pit of her stomach, an easy sign that she'd cum soon. It'd be a lie to say he didn't also grasp that feeling.
"Hey, I gotta.. fuck..~ gotta cum, gonna pull.. out.."
He grumbled against her neck,
Ochaco shook her head quickly, releasing him from her jaw.
"N—no! Don't.. I'm.. ah~!! On a.. on a pill,"
She whimpered, hiding her face shyly into his shoulder. Katsuki looked at her from his peripheral, scoffing, and continuing the action.
It wasn't long before he groaned out, diving himself deep, and upwards into her, allowing himself to spray all inside her. Ochaco yelled out a curse, legs wrapping around his waist to hold him inside as her back arched, her body riding the wave of the orgasm, leaving the spot in the bed wet.
The two panted out together, sweaty fabric and skin against each other. Eventually, Katsuki scraped together the strength to push himself off of her, pulling out. He sighed, taking in the sight of her dripping with his seed.
"Dammit, Cheeks.."
He panted, looking at her, easily noticing her runny mascara,
"You look so fucking.. hot.. when you cry."
Kinktober Day 4; Voyeurism
Hakuji Soyama x Koyuki Soyama
Hakuji had been caring for Koyuki for about a year and a half now. Over that time they'd gotten a bit closer. Having longer chats about wishes, dreams, and the future. Everytime they'd discuss these however, Koyuki would end up ranting about wanting a husband for a while, followed by crying.
This time felt different though. She'd actually been sitting up, talking to him about things.
"It's getting pretty warm out, y'know."
Hakuji spoke, nodding his chin towards the sunny outside.
"Mhm.. there's.. a summer festival in town.. tonight.. it's annual.. I used to go with my mom when I was little,"
Koyuki began, smiling softly with a flush on her face. Hakuji well recognized the feverish flush of her face however to be her illness. Koyuki, however, would admit to the fact that she was often bashful when he was around.
"Yeah? You want me to bring you something don't you?"
Hakuji questioned, tossing up one of his toy balls, catching it, then tossing it up again. He was well used to Koyuki reminiscing on something like a comfort food or flower, and she'd silently hint for him to get it for her. He always did. If she was sick, she deserved to be at least a little happy. He grabbed hold of the small orange ball, turning his head to look at the sick girl. Koyuki blushed, a smile on her face. She nodded,
"Yes.. there's a small stall beside the fountain.. an old lady.. she sell really good taiyaki.. would you bring me some? Red bean.."
She questioned softly, turning her own head to peer at Hakuji. He nodded, standing to his feet steadily.
"Yeah. I'll get you some."
He nodded, reaching over to gently ruffle her hair,
"Be back, alright?"
"Okay."
"See you."
"Bye.."
The two waved shyly, Hakuji starting his way towards the town after closing her shoji styled door, which wasn't exactly that far. Maybe eight to ten minutes walk to at most.
Koyuki stared at the closed shoji doors after he left, a ferocious blush on her face.
***
Hakuji didn't take long to return to the Soryu Dojo, a small box in his hand with a few warm taiyaki bites, filled with red bean. He thought the filling suit her. Sweet. Cute.
God he was seriously falling for this girl. He approached her doors, a hand holding onto the door handle before he hesitated by the sound inside.
What was that?
He moved his hand back, pressing his ear to the door, eyebrows furrowing.
"H-..~ hah..~ Hakuji-san..~ ah.."
Hakuji stiffened, hand gripping the box of taiyaki bites tightly. His face flushed a deep shade of red, heart beating a bit louder and faster than he remembered. Hakuji stared at the door, opening it just enough to peek through, looking at the scene.
Koyuki had been laying in her futon, a hand covering her face, and her other hand dipped down between her thighs. Hakuji blushed more, if that was at all possible at this point. She gave sweet, concentrated moans, many of his name and small curse words he'd never heard from her before.
He widened his eyes, hands trembling a bit as he felt the waistband of his pants get a bit tighter. Was he wrong for getting turned on by her? No, no he couldn't be.. she was the one masturbating to him! At least that's what he thought she was doing, what else could it be?
Koyuki continued her actions, hazy pink eyes looking down at the way her fingers plummeted in and out of herself. She wondered if by some chance he'd seen her. The thought turned her on very much. She threw her head back, increasing the pace desperately.
"Ha..kuji-san~"
She moaned out, closing her eyes tightly. She frequently had fantasies about him. Since the day he started caring for her, she found herself drawn to him. His gruff exterior. And god the biceps. The muscles. She felt an attraction to him, the way he was so gentle and caring with her. Like she was a porcelain doll that needed to be kept daily.
Koyuki wondered what it'd be like for him to be rough with her. Even for one night.
Hakuji watched her through the crack in the door, eyes wide and hand traveling to cover his hardened crotch as if he'd get caught. Part of him did worry that he would get caught.
Koyuki continued, before crying out a final instance of his name, arching her back. She came and she came hard. She breathed out after the orgasm racked her muscles and limbs, leaving her shaky. She moved her hand, wiping off the contents and quickly covering up with her kimono again.
Hakuji stood there for a moment longer, debating if he should go in. He looked down at himself, adjusting his pants to where his boner probably wouldn't be as visible as usual. He gentle knocked on the door, hearing a small scramble behind it - which he was figured was Koyuki setting herself straight again - and opened it. He found an equally flushed girl behind it, hands shaking slightly as he sat next to her futon, handing her the box of taiyaki. Koyuki took it, fingers brushing together slightly, causing a small spark of friction between them.
They smiled at each other a bit, faces equally flustered.
"So, did you, er.. get lonely without me?"
Hakuji questioned a bit bashfully, Koyuki's response coming out as a small giggle,
"Very much."
Kinktober Day 3; Threesome
Sanemi Shinazugawa x Obanai Iguro x Mitsuri Kanroji
Obanai and Sanemi had been on another mission together. No biggie. Easy task of killing a few demons, nothing terrible. They'd been walking around the Corps Headquarters, talking amongst each other. Somehow the topic of relationships and sex partners had been brought up.
"What's goin' on in your life, eh? Let me in that head a little. Do you got like a uhhh.. Girlfriend? Boyfriend?? Themfriend???"
Sanemi questioned, giving the shorter male a suggestive nudge with his shoulder, which received a scowling side eye from him.
"No. None of those."
He answered shortly, gaze ahead as they walked. Kaburamaru hissed, but it seemed to be that he was contributing to the conversation somehow.
"You?"
"Nah, don't got time for that. Hey, hey, what about like.. friends with benefits or somethin'? You gettin' laid at all?"
Obanai blushed under his bandages at the question. He quickly shook his head, clearing his throat to appear nonchalant if he could, which he couldn't as it obviously flustered him.
"No, no, I'm not."
The response seemed disheartened in a way,
"Damn, really? Nobody? Maybe that's why you're so damn brooding and pissed off all the time, look, even your damned snake agrees,"
Sanemi chuckled, pointing to the white serpent wrapped around Obanai's neck who'd been giving agreeing hisses.
"Hmph. What about you then?"
"Pshhh, dude I haven't had a lay since.. Kanae?"
Sanemi spoke casually as they walked together, his hands in his pockets of his uniform pants.
"Kocho-san? Jesus.."
The shorter boy replied, glancing up at him for a mere moment before looking forward again.
"Ey shut up! That wasn't that long ago!", It was in fact years ago, "and what about you, serpent head, i don't see you getting laid anytime soon unless you talk to, uhhh.. what's her face, the one with the big-"
He was cut off by Obanai landing a fist to his side, glaring at him,
"Don't even think about Kanroji like that, you scum.."
He muttered, allowing Sanemi to take a moment to cough before beginning to walk with him again,
"..besides, if it were that easy I'd have talked to her already. Dammit, I talk to that damn woman everyday! And shut up!!"
Obanai grimaced, whilst Sanemi practically cackled at him.
"It is that easy, bro, I bet if you were to actually talk to her right now she'd let you hit it."
"You're very vulgar, you know that? I don't see her that way.."
"Obviously. I'm sure you see her in better ways than that, but that's part of it, eh?"
Obanai went silent after that, narrowing his gaze as they walked.
"Just go talk to her, nail her, then yer set."
Obanai gave him a final glare before sighing.
"Fine, but you're helping me."
He spoke before walking off towards the sleeping quarters, pace increasing.
"EHH?! HEY HEY HEY WHA'DYA MEAN IM HELPING YA?! OBANAI???? HEY, ANSWER ME, DAMMIT!!"
Sanemi called out, following after him quickly, a fluster on his face.
***
They reached Kanroji's quarters. It was easily signified by the dainty nameplate above the doorway that read 'Kanroji' in swirly pink letters, the surrounding area decorated in pink roses and wisteria.
Sanemi scoffed as he stood tall behind Obanai whilst he knocked on the shoji style door, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away.
"The hell do ya need me to help you with anyways?"
"I've never had sex before."
Sanemi blushed furiously at that,
"WAIT YOU WANT ME TO-"
The door slid open, revealing the pink and green haired girl. She wore a blue kimono with a red cord tie, along with her hair up in a lazy bun, stray strands framing her face beautifully.
"Oh! Iguro-san and Sanemi-kun! Hi!"
Obanai felt himself blush at the sight of her, Sanemi grimaced himself, grunting a hello. Before they knew it, Mitsuri was ushering them inside, making them take off their shoes and having them join her in her room.
She chatted at them for a while, significance on the at them part. She was always a talkative girl, and sometimes it'd get to the point where she talked to someone for hours, only letting them get a few words in. When they finally got a chance to speak, it was Obanai.
"Ahh, anyways! What brings you here so late?"
"We actually came here to..."
He glanced at Sanemi, as if somehow he'd be able to convey what he wanted to say. Which he wasn't. He stared off for a moment before meeting Kanroji's gaze.
"Tch. Dumbass here has.. uh,"
He glanced over at Obanai, brow quirking a bit. Should he really be the one telling her this? He cleared his throat, cheeks flushing a bit.
"He's got a hard on for ya."
Mitsuri blushed furiously at the statement, practically going red as a tomato at that. It was so blunt. Obanai whacked Sanemi on the back of his head, scowling at him.
"That's not what he meant to say-"
Obanai quickly tried to recover, cheeks pink himself, though it wasn't very visible,
"Is that not why we came here for, asshole, so you could-"
"-Shut up. You're being a nuisance right now."
"DID YOU NOT JUST TELL ME YOU'RE A VIR-"
"-Dammit shut up!"
"EY QUIT HITTING ME! DAMMIT THAT HURTS!"
Mitsuri gave a dismissive wave of her hands, frantically attempting to stop them from arguing. The two boys stopped, though still very much so grimacing at each other. Mitsuri looked at them shyly, pressing her thighs together as she sat on the bed, like this was truly embarrassing for her.
"I, uhm.. me too..?"
She squeaked out, before turning her red face away, shutting her eyes. Obanai gave Sanemi a slightly wide eyed stare, and Sanemi shot an 'I told you so' one back.
"Well.. would you like to, um.."
Obanai began. Sanemi rolled his eyes. This kid had no way with words.
"He wants you to take his virginity, and he wants me to help."
Mitsuri stared blankly at them, wondering if she was in some sort of fever dream with how hot her body was getting. She nodded slowly, seeming to finally come to an understanding.
"Um.. okay."
"I'll take the ropes for a bit until dumbass over here gets it. Is that okay with you, Kanroji?"
She nodded again, a shy smile on her face,
"Ahah, yeah. That's okay with me."
She flashed Obanai a shy expression, to which he returned.
"Sit here,"
Sanemi instructed, seating Obanai at the foot of the bed.
"I'll tell ya when to join in, yeah?"
"Okay."
With that, Sanemi moved closer to Mitsuri, gently laying her down on her back and moving to plant kisses on her neck. Each kiss drove a small noise out of her, it was like everywhere was her sweet spot. He growled, moving a hand to hold her hip, his other arm planting beside her head to cage her in. Sanemi bit small nips onto her throat, traveling the hand on her hip up to the cord tying her kimono together. He kissed her finally, roughly, receiving arms around his neck from the girl.
Sanemi untied the cord with his hand almost effortlessly, opening up her kimono together reveal a dainty fitted top, and small sleepwear shorts underneath. Mitsuri was surprisingly enjoying this, slightly writhing under Sanemi. She unlocked some sort of attraction for him that she didn't even think or know she had.
Every moment Obanai watched Sanemi undress her, he wondered if he'd be doing the same in the future with her. The thought made his pants very tight, a hand moving to cover the spot. He'd hope to. He didn't enjoy being cucked very much but he'd allow it. For now.
Sanemi lifted himself from Mitsuri's lips, in order to focus on the task at hand. He scooted down her shorts, followed by her underwear and tossed the two garments aside,
"Ey, look."
Sanemi instructed, getting Obanai's attention very quickly. He peered over, watching. Sanemi traced a finger around the slickness of her flesh, plunging it in. She mewled, back arching a bit.
"Wet already, huh? Poor girl's eager now."
He teased, giving Obanai a nudge. Mitsuri grumbled, an embarrassed flush on her face. He took out his finger, and licked her wet contents. He hummed in satisfaction, the notion somehow turning on the other male more than he already was.
"Cute."
His hands moved to undo his belt, tossing that aside as well, and moving down his pants and briefs. He gave himself a few pumps, in order to assure maximum performance. He traced around her pussy with the tip of his cock, receiving small moans from the girl.
"What's the matter?"
"N-nothing.. just-"
He pushed himself inside of her, cutting her off. Sanemi looked over at Obanai.
"If you hold her legs up,"
He began, throwing her legs over his shoulders and leaning forward a bit, not quite moving yet,
"You can get deeper."
He instructed with a smirk, finally moving his hips. Mitsuri groaned out in response, back arching and cheeks flushed. Goddamned woman looked so fucking good and Obanai couldn't even have her yet. His cock was literally throbbing inside his pants, begging for freedom, begging to be inside her.
Sanemi pounded into her, the bed shaking frivolously and her moans rhythmic and high pitched.
"Do you like being fucked like this? Fucked by a big cock? Huh?"
Sanemi questioned the girl, moving to hold her face in his head. Mitsuri nodded frantically, yeses coming out as strangled moans and cries of pleasure. Obanai's cock literally screamed to be free, even Kaburamaru seeming to react as he tightened the coil around his neck.
"Good. You want both of us? Want both of us to fuck you? Fuck you until your holes are bruised? Huh? Answer me, that sound good to you?"
"Y-yes!~ yes..~"
Fuck Obanai could only imagine what it'd be like to talk to her like that. To make her moan like that. Eventually, Sanemi slowed, eventually to a stop. He figured he should get Obanai in before he came inside her.
"Top or bottom?"
Sanemi questioned the boy, looking at him,
"What?"
"Top or bottom??"
"Bottom..?"
"Great, come here."
Sanemi instructed meticulously, pulling out of Mitsuri's lips and dropping her legs, receiving a longing moan at losing the sensation. Sanemi pushed Obanai to lay on the bed,
"Take your pants off 'n shit,"
And he did. Sanemi moved Mitsuri to hover over Obanai, his exposed cock practically gravitating towards her.
"Ready? Don't cum too fast, ya hear?"
Sanemi spoke, giving them a nod. She lowered herself onto his cock, straddling him successfully. She muffled out a moan between closed lips, and although barely audible, Obanai too let out a groan at the new sensation, somehow already feeling the need to release. Shoot strings of white inside her. Sanemi smirked, placing a hand on Mitsuri's back and bending her forwards so she was up close to Obanai's face now, caging his head in between her arms. The closeness made them both blush.
"What're you doing..?"
Mitsuri questioned, looking back at Sanemi. Sanemi gave himself a few more pumps, before lining himself up again, a different hole this time.
"You said you wanted us both, hah?"
Sanemi spoke, gripping her hip tightly and pushing into the tight hole. A moan came out of him, though coming out more like a dark chuckle. Mitsuri moaned, gripping tightly onto the sheets below. Obanai felt his heart beat faster at the sight of her face contorting. Sanemi chuckled a bit more before looking at Obanai,
"Go ahead, bro."
He instructed, he himself beginning with gentle hip rocks. Obanai groaned, beginning to move himself. He looked up at Mitsuri, eyes flicking between each feature of hers that contorted with stars in his eyes. He was making her feel this way. Kaburamaru hissed in satisfaction, slithering to coil around her neck instead. Obanai felt some sort of dominance wash over him. He moved his hands to grip her thighs, moving his hips up faster. Harder. Borderline bruising thrusts into her.
"Kanroji-ah~"
He growled into her ear, digging his nails into her thighs, finding himself pleased with her little curse words.
"Yeahhh, there ya go, dumbass!"
Sanemi exclaimed, returning the fast pace into her. Mitsuri was seeing stars by this point, head dipped down into Obanai's neck, biting down harshly. She surely left a mark there, receiving a groan from the boy.
"Dammit-"
He growled, bucking his hips up into her, receiving a cry out in response. Sanemi reached forward, grabbing the back of her hair and yanking it back, giving him more leverage to pound into her.
"Yeahhh, look at you, getting fucked so good huh? You like this? You like being the center of attention?"
He questioned rhetorically, he knew she was too over stimulated to respond. Obanai took this opportunity to reach a hand up and grab her throat, squeezing firmly. He gave final few pounds into her before letting go of her throat, moving back to the thigh gripping.
"Ey, Obanai! There yet?"
Sanemi questioned from behind, feeling a knot forming in his stomach. Obanai heaved out a breath in agreement, he too feeling himself close to climax. They gave their final slams into her, Obanai throwing his head back, nails digging into her thighs as he let himself release. Sanemi did the same, growling, plunging deep into her, he himself shooting hot strings inside her. Mitsuri moaned out, she too reaching a harsh climax.
The three let out a heavy sigh, limbs shaky. Sanemi was the first to pull out of Mitsuri, flopping down on the right side of the bed. Obanai looked up at Mitsuri with pure adoration in his eyes. She smiled at him a bit, thinking that he looked a little bit like a cat. A super cute one. She pulled off of him, laying next to Sanemi and in turn, Obanai turning to face her. He thought she was the prettiest girl ever.
He snaked an arm around her waist, receiving an accepting hum from her. Sanemi also cuddled her, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. The three held each other, all very obviously pleased.
Kinktober Day 2; Kidnapping
Douma x Shinobu Kocho
The woman panted as she ran, heavy steps crunching the snow under her feet. Shinobu had been running from him for a while now, unsure if she'd lost him or not yet. She was too afraid to check.
The air was so cold. It was freezing her lungs, making it hard to breathe. She finally slowed to a stop, hurdling over herself to attempt to catch her breath.
She wheezed, hands shaking as she sat back on her knees. Shinobu had been fighting him for over an hour and a half now. Upper Rank 2. Douma. There was no doubt he was an upper rank. None of her poisons were working on him. She was going to die here. She was going to die. Nobody would help her. She was going to die alone.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a voice behind her,
"You look so cute sitting there, you know~"
Douma's voice purred, his mouth right next to the shell of her ear, hot breath against her skin. She gasped, flipping over and backing away. Her back hit the ground and she went to grab the hilt of her sword. But.. it wasn't there? She glanced down at the empty sheath, than back at Douma.
"Hmmm~? Looking for this?"
Douma questioned, twirling her purple hilted sword in his hand before tossing it behind him. He lay on his stomach in front of her, smirking, and sliding to slot himself in between her legs, peering down at her like a cat would when sitting on his owner's chest.
He whipped out one of his golden plated metal fans, pressing it against her neck and in response Shinobu tilted her head back to accommodate the sharp weapon.
"Tell me, pretty one.. do you have a boyfriend...~?"
Shinobu pressed her eyebrows together and glared down at him. Why the question?
"Nng... n..no."
She responded sternly,keeping a keen eye on him and his fan. Douma smirked at that, the pluck of a biwa sounding in the distance.
Suddenly the floor opened, dropping the two on a bed. It was comfortable. Circular. It sat on a circular deck, paths leading to and from it. A pond lie under the wooden structures, a scatter of lily pads and lotus flowers across the pond. They landed on the bed together, Shinobu finding her hands grabbing onto his shoulders to stabilize herself. When she noticed, she shot them back to their original position.
Douma giggled, tracing a finger down her bodice,
"Oh relax, Shinobu-chan~! I'm not gonna hurt you! Unless you want me to~"
Douma spoke, sticking his tongue out to lick his fang. What the hell did that mean? Shinobu squirmed under the demon, pelvis pressing against him momentarily as she tried to create distance.
"Oh~? Eager are we?"
Douma teased, scooting down until his chin rest on her thigh. Shinobu felt an odd spark in her stomach, something she hadn't felt before. He wasn't killing her. He was..seducing her? For some reason she liked that idea. A lot more.
Shinobu seemed to relax her expression at the sight of his face. He looked like a cat. A fond one. A sweet one. She couldn't tell if she liked it or not, the feeling was conflicting.
"What are you going do with me...?"
Shinobu spoke up after a beat, clearing her throat beforehand. Douma hummed in thought, running a finger along her thigh in mindless shapes and patterns.
"Whatever you'll let me? Does that sound fair?"
He asked as if it was a genuinely okay thing to ask. It kinda wasn't. Shinobu nodded a little, eyebrows relaxing.
He didn't want to kill her. That was comforting.
"Mhm... we.. we shouldn't be doing this."
Shinobu stated as Douma's rainbow like eyes lit up. They were oddly very pretty from this angle.
"Doesn't that make it fun!~ The taboo of it.. the thrill~ ah..~"
Douma covered his mouth seductively with his hand, as if just the mere thought of being even this close turned him on. He ran a hand up her thigh, looking at her as if to gauge a reaction.
Shinobu couldn't stop what she was feeling. God why did she feel so.. horny? He was a demon. She should've been killing him right now. Douma leaned down, placing a firm bite on her inner thigh which elicited a small mewl from her.
"You're not leaving until I make you cum... not once.. not twice... maybe more than three. What do you think, dear? Can your tiny little body handle all of that? No? Hm.. how about I let you go once I've filled your cute thing to the brim? Is that fair?""
Douma spoke, biting into her thigh again, this time probably hard enough to puncture the skin with his fang. She felt herself tense at the puncture, eyes shutting tightly and fists gripping onto the sheets below. There was a part of Shinobu that felt genuine fear that she was gonna die. But also.. she felt endeared in a strange way. She took in a breath, before nodding softly.
"Okay."
Shinobu couldn't really tell why she said yes. Scared maybe, or genuinely interested.
Douma let out a small giggle at the agreement, climbing over her once again and caging her in with his forearms.
"Look at you~ Always wondered what kind of noises Hashira like you were capable of making.."
Douma pondered out loud, sitting up again and throwing off his cape and hat, both landing on the deck. He licked his lips, traveling his hand up her thigh, eventually resting it on her waistband, holding the belt loop with his index finger.
"Let's get you out of these, hmm~?"
He purred, tugging on the loop until the pants button ripped open, exposing a cute pair of purple and pink underwear.
"Ah~ how dainty, Shinobu-chan~!"
Douma complimented, running a sharpened nail along the floral lace waistband. Shinobu shifted under him, hips moving to the side as she did. She caught herself glancing momentarily at his crotch, a decently sized bulge being more than noticeable through the baggy, striped pants he wore.
Douma grinned in response and moved up to kneel. He moved his hand to his pants, long fingers on the golden button, pulling it free as well as shifting the waistband of his boxers. He pulled them downward, but not quite all the way. The demon let out a relieved sigh as the pressure on his cock was freed a bit, and nodded his head in the direction of it, as if signaling to her.
Shinobu took a beat before slowly moving to sit on her knees and facing his cock. She looked up at him through her lashes, eyebrows raising a bit.
Douma cooed, resting a hand on her chin,
"Aww.. don't be shy..~"
He coaxed, using his freehand to grab his length, nearly placing the tip on her mouth. Shinobu swallowed, opening her mouth, quickly finding her mouth stuffed with his cock, the tip easily reaching back into her gag reflex. She gagged, tears welling in her eyes at the fact, and attempting to move her head back.
Douma didn't care though. He caressed her cheek with his thumb, tangling his hand up into her tied up hair, shoving her back onto him. He leaned his head back in pure ecstasy, soft groans coming from him whenever he'd shove the back of her throat onto him.
Shinobu had full tears rolling down her cheeks due to the stimulation of her gag reflex, occasionally choking or giving muffled moans.
"Hah~! So, nngh...~ Soo.. goddamn good..~ ah..~"
Douma whimpered out, grip tightening in her hair. The ministrations kept up, the rapid pace of shoving her face off and onto his cock, the slight thrusts he'd pound into the back of her throat that'd make her choke. He watched her for a moment longer before pulling her off with a heavy sigh. Shinobu coughed out loud, but was quickly interrupted by the demon pushing her back onto the bed, a growl escaping his lips.
"Let's see what you can handle..~"
He murmured, flipping her over onto her stomach. He shoved up her haori, shoved up her shirt, and practically ripped her pants down, seams of the fabric being stretched to their absolute limits. He ran a gentle finger along her cunt through the thin fabric of her underwear, receiving a murmured mewl from the girl. He did it again, slower, more deliberate, his nail scraping against her through it.
"Already so wet, hm..? Don't tell me you're actually enjoying this, gorgeous~"
"N-no-!"
She exclaimed before being interrupted by the sound of another tear, this time he tore through the thin fabric with his nail, creating a sizable hole in it.
‘Ahhh~ there we go.. Better isn’t it?”
Douma coaxed, his finger traveling around the rim of her pussy in order to grasp a reaction out of her, in which he succeeded in doing so a moan coming from her lips.
“What’re you..”
She began, being cut off by the feeling of suddenly being stretched, a cry coming from her as he pounded into her. He gripped her hips tightly, nails digging into the skin and leaving gentle trails of blood down her thigh as a result. Douma leaned down to growl into her ear,
“Take my cock nicely, yeah? So obedient you are… Fuck..”
He panted out into her ear,
“Tightest pussy too, hah..?~ Nicest pillar I’ve had so far…”
He continued, backing off again to look at the way she bounced off and on his cock with each hip thrust. The screams of pleasure were like actual music to his ears. Shinobu gripped he maroon blanket until her knuckles turned white, screaming into it. Small ‘fuck you’s, ‘I hate you’s, etc. She harbored a deep hatred for all demons. Why’d this one have to fuck her so hard she forgot about her hatred for her.
“What’s the matter, Shinobu-chan~? Silent now..?”
Douma continued to tease, gripping onto her a bit harder before slamming into her cervix again. Shinobu cried out, head lolling back as her eyes brimmed with tears. She didn’t doubt at all that he’d been bruising her cervix, each slam bringing her deeper and deeper into a blissful ecstasy. She muttered a curse between harsh moans, properly enjoying the demon cock being forced into her at the moment.
“Hey, Shinobu-Chan~”
Douma began, leaning forward into her ear again, the position driving him deeper into her. He moved a hand to grab the back of her neck, pulling her head back towards her.
“Ready for me to fill you..?”
It was such a rhetorical question. He gripped into her neck, plunging himself deeper into her one final time, strings of hot cum filling her cunt. He striaghtened his back, letting out a heavy sigh mixed with a chuckle. Shinobu herself had hardly been holding herself up, only being held up by his hands. He peered down at her peachy flesh, hot white stick dribbling out of her. Douma licked his lips, pulling himself out of her, the girl's body falling belly down onto the bed.
He giggled at her, flopping down next to her and massaging the back of her thigh.
Shinobu moaned, moving her head to look at him with half lidded eyes. She closed her eyes, a soft, tired sigh coming out of her now sore throat.
"Ahah.. rest well Shinobu-chan."
Kinktober Day 1; Masturbation, Orgasm Control
Obanai Iguro x Mitsuri Kanroji
Happy Kinktober, KNY fandom! Enjoy some nice ObaMitsu to start off this chaotic month!! See you tomorrow!
"Kanroji..~"
A soft voice whimpered out.
Obanai had been in his own quarters after another mission with Mitsuri.
God.
It didn't take long for Obanai to realize he couldn't do missions with her. She teased him beyond belief. Even without trying. Just the meer look of her.
Fuck..it drove him mad.
The boy sat on his bed, head leaning back against the headboard as soft whimpers erupted from his throat. A tight hand wrapped around his length, soft, grueling strokes he gave himself.
He lifted his head, eyes glancing down at his cock. The sight of it made him feel so lewd. So perverted. The thought alone of being that way led to his eyebrows knitting together in utter pleasure.
God. He needed that woman so badly.
Kaburamaru slithered away from him, coiling around his bed post instead, like it'd give him more privacy somehow.
"Kan-...ah..~"
He whimpered out, increasing the pace that his arm went. The tip was getting sticky by now, dribbles of precum coming from the tip, the wetter it got, the more desperate his whimpers and groans became.
He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the headboard with a soft 'thump'. Obanai let out a ragged sigh, his free hand coming up to cover his face, the other still working at himself desperately.
He wanted her.
To undo the rest of her shirt buttons.
To touch her soft breasts. He didn't actually know if they were soft, but telling by the times he'd accidentally brushed up against one, he assumed they were.
Kiss them. Suckle on them like a fruit.
Kiss down Mitsuri's perfectly soft tummy.
Kiss along her waistband.
Wanted to pull up her skirt. That cute skirt. He could only imagine the bashful expression she'd have, looking up at him.
Slide her undergarments to the side...
And -
His shoji doors slid open.
Obanai opened his eyes quickly, heart racing, and quickly putting a hand over his pants, pulling them up enough to barely cover.
It was Kanroji.
She peered into his room, face red with a gentle hand covering her mouth.
The two just stared at each other for a beat, both unsure what to say exactly.
"KYAAAAA!!! Iguro-san!!! I'm so sorry!!! I- Oh my-- I'm--"
Mitsuri stuttered out, turning her head away and moving her hand from her mouth to her eyes out, trying to shout out apologies and such.
Obanai looked at her, cute as ever.
Fuck, she was always so cute.
"It's fine."
He muttered softly, sighing out. He squinted his eyes, the silent beat continuing.
Eventually she peeked between her fingers, looking at him. His hair was slightly disheveled from being pressed against the headboard, and he had an awkward hand covering his crotch.
It didn't take Obanai very long to notice she was staring. He swallowed the dry lump in his throat, sitting up and patting the bed in front of his crotch.
Mitsuri removed her hand, looking at the spot he patted on. She took a beat before slowly walking over, sitting on the bed. What was going on?
She faced him, and he faced her. It took Obanai a second to build up the courage, but, eventually, he reached out a hand and placed it on her inner thigh, removing his crotch covering one. There was a very obvious bulge in his pants, part of it poking out at the top from the sheer fact of how hard he was right now.
Mitsuri connected the dots quickly, moving closer to him. She sat back on her knees, looking down at his pants. Careful fingers lifted the pants down, then the waistband of his grey briefs.
She grabbed his throbbing cock, receiving a gentle groan from the male. That was a noise. She squeezed her thighs together subconsciously at it, finding herself turned on from it even if just a bit.
Mitsuri focused back on the task at hand, rubbing her thumb over the tip to test the stickiness, her own core throbbing harshly. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, moving up to hover over his crotch. She held onto his shoulders together subconsciously stabilize herself, peeking at him.
"Iguro-san... is this... okay..?"
Mitsuri questioned softly, already knowing the answer.
Obanai looked up into her pretty emerald eyes, giving a dazed nod, hands traveling to her hips to hold her.
God was he dreaming? Having a wet one??
Mitsuri hummed gently, lifting her skirt up a bit so she could see, and pulling her panties to the side a bit. They were pink with polka dots, and a green lacing. Of course. Slid to the side just enough to imagine fitting him. With her free hand, she grabbed his cock, earning another groan, and lined him up with her entrance.
Obanai could feel that she was already slick. How'd that happen so fast? She was so fucking attracted to him, that's how.
Mitsuri gave him one final glance, before lowering herself. The pure stretch that he caused her was unbearable, eliciting a deep groan from him, and a higher pitched whimper from the girl.
"Kanroji..~"
He murmured, his head meeting the headboard once more. She gave a delighted hum, holding onto his shoulders, and beginning to rock her hips onto him, lowering herself completely in the process.
The action was enough to create a mess out of Obanai, his cheeks flushing red under the bandages around his mouth. She let out a few small moans as she rocked herself, but nothing beat the absolute whimpering and sweating boy underneath her.
Obanai noticed quickly that she wasn't moaning as much. He growled, gripping her hips a bit harder and flipping them over quickly, holding one of her legs up as he absolutely pounded into her.
That was enough to get moans out.
"Waaah!!~ Igu-~! Ah!~"
Mitsuri exclaimed, attempting to silence herself now and then with her mouth being covered by her hand. Tears brimmed her eyes as he consistently hit a pleasure point. Over.
And over.
And over again.
She felt herself tensing up around him, an easy indicator that she was about to cum.
"I-Iguro-sa-sah..~ Iguro-san.. I'm gonna-"
He pulled out.
Obanai pulled himself out of her, leaving her no climax. No cumming. No sweet release. Just legs spread and two desperate eyes looking up at him. He hummed, quirking a brow.
"...cum?"
Obanai questioned in the same flat tone he usually did. He reached his hand down, keeping her leg lifted with his other, and inserting a digit into her sweet core.
He could only imagine how it tasted.
Obanai began at a slow pace, but it increased quickly, flicking the digit upwards, and rubbing that one very squishy spot that consistently made her cry out.
It was like Obanai could tell every single time she was about to cum. Her moans would get higher. She's curse. She'd scream his name. She'd try and push her legs together. She'd arch her back.
Every single time she was about to cum, he'd stop.
"Iguro-san... please.."
She begged, eyes practically full of tears after her many failed attempts at cumming,
"Please... let me... Iguro-san..~"
Mitsuri writhed, back arching and fists gripping his blanket so hard her knuckles turned white. Obanai smirked, although it was hard to see under his bandages. He dropped her leg abruptly, leaning his head down to meet her dripping core.
Obanai used a finger to separate the bandages at the mouth, just enough to poke out his lips. He gave her a hazy glance, dipping his tongue into her pussy, curling up to get every piece of flavor.
Her loud moans were like music to his keen ears, inserting the same digit to work at the same time that he lapped at her clit. He traced letters with his tongue on it.
O-B-A-N-A-I-I-G-U-R-O.
It was so simple, he just loved hearing her moan his name while writing it on her. Mitsuri reached down, a palm full of his hair lacing into her hand as she gripped it, tugging and pulling as shockwaves of pleasure shook through her.
After a minute or so of continuing the ministrations, she cried out something again. Something similar to the last statement. Obanai hummed contently at this, continuing the actions.
Mitsuri rode that high. Hard. A juice spilled into his mouth, and he lapped up every drop of it.
Removing his finger, and his mouth, Mitsuri let out a hard sigh, a single sweat drop coming down her brow. He looked at the pretty woman, pure affection and adoration in their eyes as they gazed at each other. She reached for him, and he complied, pulling himself to lay next to her.
Obanai pulled up the bandage, covering his mouth again as he looked at her. He wondered about aftercare. But she didn't seem to incessant on that. Which she wasn't. She wanted him to lie there with her.
Mitsuri lay her head on his chest, listening to the scattered heartbeat that he drove. She traced mindless shapes on his chest, around the uniform buttons, around everywhere. She'd noticed when Kaburamaru joined them, slithering to could around Obanai's neck, though laying his head next to hers to look at her.
Mitsuri smiled at the serpent before returning to her shapes. A beat passed before she finally spoke up.
"So... what are we..?"
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