summary: you're mad your boyfriend doesn't come home straight after getting back from tour
word count: 2k
genre: smut
warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI 18+, spanking, hair pulling, name calling (slut), lowkey dom!mingi, reader is a brat
A/N: This was written for the amazing @minkieater! This is for the secret admirer fic exchange that was organised by the lovely @everyonewooeverywhere.
To be fair, you were aware that your reaction was unwarranted but you honestly couldn't help it. You hadn't seen your boyfriend in 2 months while he was away on tour, save for the occasional face time, and now that he is back, instead of coming to your apartment immediately and finally fuck you again, he was in his studio. You wouldn't have been this mad if he was actually working on a project but was he? No. How would you know? Well, you just got the notification that he was doing a pop live.
You tuned in, hoping to get at least some kind of indication as to why he was in his studio and not in you. And there he was, handsome as ever. That fucker. You were already craving him more than you thought possible but seeing him in his hoodie, his hair shaggy from running his hand through it, his bare face, and hearing his raspy voice just increased your need for him tenfold. But it also increased your anger.
Because he wasn't talking to atiny about a song or a project, he was chilling. On his couch. Eating. Chatting with atiny like he doesn't have a maddeningly horny girlfriend at home.
Mingi better be ready because by the time you had put your shoes on and closed your door behind you, it was too late to talk yourself out of going there and giving him a piece of your mind. Granted, you were always a bit grumpy and very easy to rile up whenever he was away on tour but you blamed it entirely on the lack of sex with your incredibly hot, incredibly big boyfriend. A girl has needs. And those needs need to be met within the day or there will be a body and it will likely be Mingi.
The drive to his studio hadn't calmed you one bit. If anything, it had made you more pissed because now he had forced you out of your cozy apartment into the evening traffic. If one more person did not bother to use their indicator, you were going to commit vehicular manslaughter and you would use being mad at your boyfriend as cause for temporary insanity. By the time you had parked in front of the familiar KQ building, you had gone over what you were going to say to Mingi twice in your head. Because although you were impulsive and quite mad, stuttering in front of your boyfriend was not an option.
The security guard at the door greeted you like he always did, giving you a smile that did little to calm the storm in your head. But you smiled back anyway because the poor guy working the evening shift was not at fault. You opted to take the stairs instead of the elevator to maybe burn of some of your anger but even that didn't help much. But before you barged into his studio, you checked your phone again to see if he was still love because even if you were mad at your boyfriend, exposing your relationship to fans and messing with his career was not something you would ever do. Seeing that he had ended his live about three minutes before you had gotten here, you shoved your phone in your pocket before grabbing the door handle and barging in.
Mingi sat on his couch and jumped startled as you suddenly burst in but before he could even ask what was wrong you started your angry tirade.
"You little weasel. Two months, Mingi. Two. Months. For two months, all I got from you was late night face time calls, the occasional text and maybe a picture and now that you are finally home - well, you didn't even come home, you went straight here," you scoffed before continuing, "I mean, seriously Mingi, am I that low on your priority list? Obviously I am because why else would you be here, not even working on something but doing a silly little live after atiny had you for two months, instead of coming home to me."
Mingi's face went from shocked to dangerously impassive while you ranted. When you crossed your arms and huffed, he finally spoke, "Are you done?"
Irritation flared up again in your chest.
"No, I'm not done actually," you shot back and threw your jacket on his chair. "Are they prettier? Is that it?"
That had Mingi sitting up, his face still unmoving. "What exactly are you accusing me of?"
You swallowed for a second, knowing that he was mad by the sound of his voice. But your anger still burned in your chest, making you a bit reckless. "Don't play stupid. I see the videos of you on stage, I see the fans. It's not that far-fetched."
He stood up, slowly walking around the table and towards you. You had to tilt your head back to look up at him. Normally, his stony face and broad frame towering over you made you back down but today you were too mad and maybe just in the mood to be a brat so that he would finally give you what you had been craving for two months. So instead of reaching for his face to kiss him, you tilted your chin up and glared at him. "You're not denying it."
Mingi continued walking towards you, forcing you to walk backwards until your back hit the wall. "Baby, shut the fuck up."
You let out a scoff and crossed your arms, "or what? It's not like you care."
His hand shot up and he gripped your face, tilting it up so he could look into your eyes.
"Don't push me, baby. I've been patient with you."
Your glare didn't falter at his threat, "yeah, so patient that you didn't even come home."
Mingi let out a dry laugh. "You wanna do this, huh? Fine."
He used his hold on your face to pull you from the wall and shove you towards the couch. You caught yourself with your hands as you fell face first onto the couch. You looked back over your shoulder at him as he locked the door and walked over to you, grabbing a fistful of your hair to pull your head back towards him, your back arching.
"You're a fucking brat today, you know that?"
Before you could reply that it was his fault, he maneuvered you onto your hands and knees on the couch, one hand still gripping your hair.
"I had a plan, you know? I was going to get flowers, draw us a nice bath and take care of you," he roughly pulled your pants down your ass, discovering the pretty red lingerie you had put on, "but you just couldn't wait, huh? You're just a horny slut, always craving more." He emphasized his words with a harsh slap to your ass, pulling a gasp from your lips. He yanked your head back by your hair, putting his lips next to your ear, his voice low as he whispered, "Sluts don't get foreplay but I bet it won't matter, right? You're probably soaked anyway."
You closed your eyes in anticipation while you heard the rustling of his sweatpants falling to the floor.
"You don't get to speak, you don't get to moan and you don't get to look at me. Are we clear?" he demanded, his fingers pulling your underwear to the side. When you didn't respond he gave your hair a rough tug. "I said, are we clear?"
"I thought I wasn't allowed to speak," you quipped back, your anger and horniness making you defiant.
A hard smack landed on your ass, the impact of his hand stinging in the familiar way that you had to miss for two months. "Yes, we're clear," you whined.
You felt his tip at your already dripping entrance and you had to suppress a sigh of relief. You heard him scoff behind you. "Already dripping like the slut I knew you were."
You didn't have to beg him to finally fuck you as he just pushed in, the stretch painful but delicious. But he didn't move yet when he was all the way in, he just leaned forwards, his chest touching your back as the hand that was not in your hair came forwards to grab your throat. He didn't apply any pressure, his huge hand nearly all the way around your throat and his lips at your ear, "So fucking tight. Just like always. Is this what you needed? My big cock stretching your tiny fucking cunt?"
You nodded, biting your lip to keep from moaning. He straightened back up, his hand falling from your throat to grip a handful of your ass.
"Then fuck yourself on my dick."
You almost whined, wanting to tell him to just fuck you. He knew you couldn't do it as well as he did and he was punishing you. With a huff, you straightened your arms on the couch cushion and started to rock back and forth. The friction and the size of him had you almost breathless and you wanted nothing more than to moan his name so loud that the whole building would hear you.
"Is that all you got? Two months of waiting, you would think you would work harder for it," he gave your ass another smack. You swallowed your moan and moved faster, the skin of your ass slapping against his pelvis. "That's my good little slut."
Your thighs burned from the movement but you didn't dare slow down, wanting to please him and relish in the feeling of him finally inside you. You wanted to turn your head, to see the expression on his face but his grip on your hair didn't let you. As you heard him groan behind you, you couldn't help but clench around him. Suddenly, he used his grip on your hair to push your face into the couch cushion, his hips snapping forward.
"Fuck, I missed this cunt," he grunted, "you honestly think I could ever fuck someone else when I already have the best slut? Fuck no." His hips kept moving, pushing you down into the couch more and more with every thrust. You couldn't hold back your moans anymore but your mouth was pressed into the couch, muffling any noise you made. You were close and you knew he could tell by your walls clenching around him and your fingers gripping the cushion, your nails leaving indents in it.
"Are you sorry?" he grit out, his thrusts not slowing down. You whined, just wanting him to make you cum.
"You're not going to cum until you apologize." His fingers went to your clit anyway, making it hard for you to obey him. "Fucking apologize," he groaned, his fingers pinching your clit.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Mingi, I'm sorry," you cried, trying so hard to hold back your impending orgasm.
"That's my good girl," he rasped out, rolling your clit between his fingers. Your jaw went slack as your orgasm flooded through you, your legs shaking and the warmth spreading from your lower stomach to your legs and your chest. His thrusts became faster as he chased his own release, his face falling to your shoulder as he finally spilled himself inside you. You both collapsed on the couch, his arms encircling you as he kissed your neck. After a few seconds of both of you catching your breath, he pulled out of you, reaching for tissues on the table to clean you up. He pulled your pants fully off your legs and settled down behind you, tugging you to lay down properly. After a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke up, "I missed you too, brat."
You let out a tired chuckle and shuffled closer to him, glad to finally be in his arms again. "I'm still mad."
He only hummed at your half-hearted attempt at staying mad, "Sure, baby."
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''This is something we shouldn't be doing,'' you whisper against his plump, pink lips. He let out a soft huff, rolling his eyes. ''Should've thought about that before provoking me, don't you think? It's too late now.''
You know Seonghwa's right. You were all upon his body now, skin pressed against skin - there is no way out now.
Seonghwa has been a family friend ever since he joined your family's business. Ever since you first officially met him two years ago you never stopped thinking about him.
He's a classy man, always neatly suited up for work, doing his job the way he should and if you should believe your father he never slacks. Over the years he became closer with your family and now he has even been invited to the annual beach barbeque night.
You rather wish he wasn't.
Everytime you are in the same space with him there is a strange kind of tension going on - a spark you couldn't ever deny. At first you thought it was just you. That it was just you who thought about kissing him, that it was just you who wanted to lay naked with him and feel your bodies together.
Soon enough you learned that he feels the exact same way about you. The way he looked you up and down, stared at your ass and licked his lips while watching you was an undeniable sign of his reciprocating feelings.
You've never given into it, until tonight.
The barbeque has been succesful so far. Everyone has been having fun and enjoying their meat and wine, just as usual. After this your parents always make sure to get the party started by taking everyone to the famous beachbar SKIN.
You were enjoying your pornstar martini cocktail on the side of the bar as Seonghwa approaches you. Tonight he is dressed casually, wearing a slim fitted white shirt and denim jeans. Yet, it's the hottest he's ever looked.
''Hi, Y/N, how are you?'' he smiles, but the look in his eyes tells you talking to him might not be the best idea. He seems to be full of fire - fire awakened by yourself.
''Hi, sir,'' you chime, trying not to seem like he's affecting you. Your parents would absolutely freak out if something would happen between you two - he was fifteen years older for christ's sake.
While the two of you hold small talk, you notice him looking at other people - trying to see if anyone is watching the two of you. When he's sure that no one is paying any attention, he takes your hand and pulls you with him to a stockroom behind the bar.
''Woah, what are you doing?'' you hiss at him. You feel your heartbeat quicken, realising you've never been this close with him before. ''Y/N...'' he says, seemingly unsure where to start.
''Why are we here? What if people saw you doing that? You're giving them strange ideas!''
''Keep your voice down, will you? And don't ask so many goddamn questions. Good lord. You know why we're here,'' he grunts lowly. You sigh and look around yourself, noticing litres of various alcoholic drinks stored around you. You take another sip of your pornstar martini, feeling the sweetness of it tingle on your tastebuds.
Suddenly you feel his fingers on your chin as he turns your face towards his. ''Don't get distracted now. You're to blame here.''
You frown and raise your eyebrow. ''To blame? What are you even talking about?'' Seonghwa scoffs and takes your hand before pressing it to his crotch. He's hard. Rock hard.
Your eyes shoot wide open as he gulps, pressing your hand harder onto his erection. ''This is your fault. You're so fucking enticing, shaking your ass and hips when you walk, flaunting your chest, batting your eyes, wearing the shortest fucking dresses. You want me, and I fucking know it. I can't ignore it any longer, little minx.''
Seonghwa's lips and teeth graze your neck and you feel him bite your shoulder and neck. You whimper when he starts sucking on the sensitive skin, and you feel a wetness start to pool between your legs. You quickly put down your cocktail, knowing this all will lead to something.
His face move up to your jawline and your face, but right when you expect him to kiss you, he stops, looking into your eyes. You can hear your own heart beat and you feel his cock twitch and pulsate against your hand - only held back by the denim cloth it's hidden by.
''This is something we shouldn't be doing,'' you whisper against his plump, pink lips. He let out a soft huff, rolling his eyes. ''Should've thought about that before provoking me, don't you think? It's too late now.''
You know Seonghwa's right. You were all upon his body now, skin pressed against skin - there is no way out now. He kisses you passionately and you moan as you kiss him back. Seonghwa furrows his brows and slides his hands over your ass, grabbing and kneading it. He groans into the kiss, muttering 'mine' against your lips.
As he whispers 'mine' once again, you slide your tongue into his mouth. The kiss brings you into a haze, barely registering what's going on. You're carefully pushed against one of the shelves, making all the bottles rattle slightly by the movement.
You're brought back to earth when he removes his lips from yours. ''I've eaten well out there, but I'm still so fucking hungry baby. Do you think you got something sweet for me?''
'''God, Sir, S-Seonghwa,'' you whimper as you feel his hand slide underneath your dress and over your panties. Seonghwa smirks and drops to his knees, his head disappearing under the skirt of your dress. ''I like the sound of that.''
You feel the soft pads of his fingers travel up your thigh, and the feel of his lips on your clothed pubic bone, before he pulls your panties down. Willingly, you open your legs a little more, hooking one over Seonghwa's broad shoulder.
His hands travel further towards your ass, holding it as his tongue connects to your wet folds. You throw your head back and hold onto the shelves, nearly knocking over a bottle of very expensive Russian vodka.
''Fuck,'' you whisper, ''I've thought about your tongue between my legs for so long, please, please give it to me.'' That sounded like music to his ears.
You learn Seonghwa is an enthusiastic and skilled lover, which makes sense considering his age. He must've tasted a thousand little cunts before yours, but in this moment you couldn't care less. He smoothly switches between sliding his long tongue inside your hole to abusing your clit with it. He flicks it with his tongue, moving back and forth, left to the right - trying to find out what makes you moan and squirm.
Turns out, everything he does with his tongue feels like magic to you. Maybe it's the cocktail making you dizzy, but no man has ever made you feel like this before.
''Oh, God, do that again!'' you moan as he sucks your clit harshly. Seonghwa listens to your pleads and abuses your clit with his tongue and pushes two fingers into your glistening wet cunt.
You mewl and cry out his name as he curls his fingers just right, moving it faster and faster. The tongue and finger combo makes you see stars and you swear you might just die and go to heaven right now.
Your orgasm hits you like a truck, and you moan and spasm hard. If Seonghwa wouldn't be holding you up, you'd have sunken down to the floor in no time. As he rides out your orgasm you try to regain your breath, shuddering one last time.
His face peeks out from under your dress again, lower half glistening in your wetness. A sly smirk is plastered on his face, making your pussy throb once again. Seonghwa presses a kiss on your thigh before standing up again.
''You liked the feeling of that, didn't you buttercup?'' he says as he starts unbuttoning his shirt - revealing his chiseled abs and toned honey skin. You nearly drool at the sight of him.
''Y-Yes, sir,'' you stammer softly. ''Hm, that's a good girl... See? You can be a good girl, you just like to rile me up before you do so, isn't that right? You like to be a little whore first, to get me to go crazy for you?''
''I-I'm not a whore sir, I'm not...'' you trail off, following Seonghwa's slender hands undoing his jeans and pushing it down right along with his underwear. His hard, long cock springs free and it makes you salivate -nearly drool.
''Oh, but I think you are. Only whores have their own arousal drip along their thigh as they ogle older men's cocks,'' he smirks. You clench your cunt around nothing at his words, hating and loving his effect on you at the same time.
''You want this cock? Need that cock in your slutty young cunt?'' he grunts, spitting in his hand and stroking himself slowly.
You wanna tell him no. You wanna tell him you're not that easy. But you are. You are for him. There's nothing that'll stop you from taking his cock right here, only a few meters away from your family and all their friends.
Somehow the cocktail lands back in your hand and you chug it down, looking straight at him while you lick your lips. He smirks and pulls you closer, pulling your dress down a little so your braless tits are free to put his mouth on.
''You're such a sexy fucking girl. You act so innocent and good but you're a filthy fucking slut. Are you as much of a pornstar as that drink of yours baby? Will you let me see you? Let me hear you as I fuck you and ruin you for anyone else, my little plaything?''
''Yes, dear fucking God, put your cock inside me, fill me up, fuck,'' you moan, just because he makes you feel that way. You moan just at the sight of him - at the thought of his hard cock inside you.
''Jump,'' he tells you as he wraps his arms around you. You do as he says, jumping and wrapping your legs around his waist. You never realised how strong he is, but now you know you are ruined forever.
He holds you with one arm as he guides his long dick inside your pussy. You moan loudly as you feel yourself get filled to the brim with his member - begging the club's music will drown out your sounds.
Seonghwa starts moving fast, hands right on your ass, sliding you up and down his cock. He fucks you against the storage rack - the material trembling and the bottles clinking like crazy.
But neither of you care. He thrusts up into you quickly and moans your name. ''What a good fucking fucktoy, just like a little sleeve aren't you? Look at how I've got you in my arms, and I can just fuck you like this, use you like this. God, you take it so well, I can already feel you shaking around me.''
Seonghwa rambles filthy words like a man possessed - and maybe he is. Possessed by you and everything you do to him. He thrusts harder, making your breasts bounce up and down. You focus on him. His sweat slowly rolling down his forehead and the sound of his skin slapping against your wetness.
You roam your hands through his hair and pull - not thinking about your actions. Seonghwa moans loudly as you pull his hair, and it drives him to fuck you harder - one bottle falling over and cracking. You watch the bottle slowly leak fluid, just like your pussy is leaking arousal right now.
''You're a fucking whore, my fucking whore. You're fucking loving it, hm? Being so sneaky, your parents right outside this room, hm? Everyone could see us, everyone could see you getting your fucking pussy railed. You're my fucking fucktoy,'' he grunts.
''Yes! Y-Yes, God, I'm yours, your toy, please, please,'' you whimper, ''Sir please, ruin me, nobody's ever fucked me like you do!''
''Oh, baby, I know, those young guys are no match. They don't know what they've got in their fucking hands. You're a fucking goldmine, baby, you know that? All mine, all mine to fuck, all mine to use. My pussy to eat, my pussy to fill. I'll fill you every day baby. I will fuck you so full,'' he moans, turning the two of you around - only to fuck you against another rack.
His hand slaps across your ass and you yelp, screaming out his name. ''M-More!'' you whine out, not caring anymore about your dignity. ''Oh you got it baby,'' he says with a smirk, slapping his hand across your ass repeatedly. You're sure your skin must be bright red by now, judging by the sting, but God it's worth it.
Seonghwa only fucks you harder and he becomes relentless. You know he's not focussed on your orgasm right now, but that doesn't stop you from having the orgasm of your life right on his cock, right this moment.
You scream out his name as you feel yourself squirt on his cock, whining and breathing heavily, holding onto his shoulders and settling your nails into his skin like claws.
''Good God, little one, you're soaking my cock like a waterfountain, didn't expect you to be even more whoreish, my buttercup. Fuck, I love it, drown me more baby, that's right, look at that,'' he groans. You cry out, feeling yourself shake and soak his cock as your orgasm lingers on.
You hear your own wetness drip onto the floor and it sends you into another orgasm. Your mind malfunctions and it's too much to register, the pleasure too much to bear.
''What a fucking slut, look at that, you're doing so well, angel, let me fill you up now. I'm gonna fill you up, stuff your slutty cunt full with my cum. Got it? Fuck, baby, I'm coming,'' he grunts.
With another hard thrust Seonghwa comes, and you feel his hot seed spurt inside you. With a few more moves he rides out your orgasms, before slowly putting you back down.
Your knees wobble and your eyes flutter. Seonghwa smirks and holds you up, kissing and biting your neck again. ''That's right baby, I fucking own your pussy now, hm?''
''Yes, you own me, sir, you own me, own my pussy,'' you whimper. ''That's a good girl,'' he winks. When you've come to your senses again he lets you go and dresses himself again.
''Where are my panties?'' you ask, sighing as you look around - trying not to notice the wetness pooling on the floor. ''Oh no, I'm keeping that s a souvenir honey, you'll get it back. Next time.''
â°â⤠rundown; you canât have everything you want but you definitely canât have your best friendâs dad.
â°â⤠caution; best friend's dad! nanami, age gap (20s & 40s), masturbation, oral sex (female receiving), mentions of family issues.
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you have not stopped thinking about nanami.
you counted every second that passed since you last saw him.
your best friend asked you so many times why you were not coming over but you never gave her a truthful response.
you feel like your heart is pressing against your chest, on the verge of ripping out because it calls for nanami.
but he hurt you, he really hurt you.
"hey, you spacing out again?" yua drops into the seat beside you. you perk up almost immediately. the rest of your friends are gathered around the table playing cards.
"i'm just tired."
"are you sure? you seem so sad lately." you know she is just concerned and you really did try to hide it but your heart is breaking.
"i don't have anything to be sad about." you reach for the bag of chips from her, putting a handful into your mouth. you are lying again.
"if you want to talk, we can go upstairs." 'did something happen at home?' it is tethering on her tongue. you know she wants to ask. you are starting to hate being asked that.
"it's really nothing."
you see it on her face that she is about to push the subject. you feel sick to your stomach, you feel sick to even think about the things you keep to yourself.
"yua, you got anymore beer?" her words are interrupted by one of your friends.
"you already had like three." yua calls with a begrudging roll of her eyes.Â
"c'mon, one more." you stand so quickly yua flinches in surprise.
"i'll go get it." you feel like you will suffocate if you have to think anymore.
you swipe your hand over your face as you hurriedly walk off. you might be too lost in the mess in your head because you do not realise you slam into someone until their hands grip your shoulders to steady you.
water drips on your skin and all you can see is blonde hair and brown eyes that you found yourself constantly wishing would be on you.
his chest is hard, your hands trail lower and nanami glimpses down when he realises. he releases you to take a step back and clears his throat.
nanami walks around you and you turn your body to follow him. you think you would always follow him. you would do it without a second thought. he reaches up to grab a cup from the cupboard and his shirt raises.
his shirt raises and your eyes trail over the defined indents of his hips, the veins that are on his lower abdomen and the blonde hair that trails downwards.
your lips part and you reach for his hand that rests on the counter, your pointer finger tugs on his pinkie. nanami's shoulders tense, you wish you could coax your hands over the muscles and rid him of any worry.
"can we talk?" nanami breathes hard at the sound of your voice. he knows nothing good ever comes out of talking to you. because when he talks to you, he starts thinking and before he can think coherently, he finds that he already got too close to you.Â
he does not respond but he faces you, your head tilts back to look up at him.
"you told me you'd make it hurt. you did. you really did." your fingers trail along his palm before you grasp it tightly. "and yua asked me what's wrong. everyone always ask me what's wrong but i only want to hear it from you." your voice trembles, pursuing your lips.
it is the last thing he wants to see, he told you he would make it hurt but he swears his heart is being crushed just the same. he knows he should have stopped from the start.
you are the last person nanami should have gotten close to. when you look up at him with watery eyes, he wants to go against everything he told himself.
"i want to know that you care because that means i'm not the only one feeling like this right?" you want to ask him if he knows your heart is dying to be near him.
you squeeze his hand tighter. his hand feels so right in yours, it feels like his hand is the only one you are meant to hold.
nanami wants to tell you he does not feel anything for you. he wants to say it for your betterment but he cannot bring his lips to form those words when he does not mean them in the slightest.
he wants to put his arms around you and rid you of any sadness. he wants to do any and every thing to ensure another tear never fills your eyes.
when he does not respond you step closer. you bat your eyes in the sweetest way. all you do is tempt him.
"can you ask me what's wrong?"
he knows saying it would mean admitting he feels something too. kento says it anyway. "what's wrong?" he wants so desperately to call you his baby. your eyes light up when you hear it.
he can feel you holding his hand tighter, nanami cannot help but squeeze yours gently.
"i want to be close to you all the time but you won't let me."
he breathes shakily. it is the first time you have been around since that day.
he cannot admit it but your absence has been debilitating.
"i told you, this can't happen." you smile anyway. you are flashing him that pretty smile that is going to linger in his mind for days to come.
"i know." you wish you did not like him. it would have made everything easier but kento is impossible to not like. there is not a world where he could exist and your heart would ever be able to resist him.
you do not know how long you stand there, staring at each other, listening to nothing but the sound of shared air.
"i'm sorry." he says. his eyes are soft, he looks disappoint, he hates that he hurt you. the last thing he wants to do is add to your worries.
"it's okay." you say it but he knows you cried because of him.
he cannot help himself, not when it comes to you.
his hands cup your face and he hears your breath hitch as he leans in to nuzzle your nose with his.
then you're wrapped in his arms.
you're wrapped up in kento's embrace with your cheek pressed to his firm chest and his scent filling your senses.
you hold him like you never want to let go.
"i'm really sorry. i shouldn't have said it." his voice is deep and he's so close it's said right into your ear.
you hug him tighter.
"you don't have to be sorry. i'm tough anyway."
you barely separate.
you are still too close, far too close for it to be appropriate.
"yn." yua calls and you flinch. she walks into the kitchen. "oh, dad."
nanami steps further away, his hand finding his glass and yua looks between you.
"we're totally not drinking." she quips.
"i believe you." although the raucous behaviour of your friends outside proves her statement wrong.
she turns her attention back to you, "are you ready to head back?"
you wring your hands, your eyes still on kento but he does not look at you.
"you can go ahead, i need to use the washroom first."
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you should not be here. you would like to pretend it was not intentional to end up in nanami's bed.
it started so innocently.
but it became so difficult to leave. how could you leave such an enticing scent? one of chypre and fougere. one of expensive cologne that you want to bathe in. you want to be covered in anything associated with nanami.
you writhe on the sheets, burying your face into the pillow. when his scent invades your senses, you lose all reason.
your thighs press together, you would give everything up to him. you would put every fucked up part of you into his hands and hope he saw something worthy in them.
you stroke your covered cunt, the ache between your legs intensifying. you wish you were being bent over by him, you wish he was pressing your face into the nest of his smell to muffle your cries.
you lowly curse, a low mewl of his name escapes your mouth as your fingers coax along your cunt.
it is an itch that only nanami can scratch because even as you strip your lower half bare and glide your fingers down your slit it is not enough.
your toes curl as you collect the syrupy juices leaking from you and slowly sink a digit inside. your pussy pulses, all you can think about is nanami's fingers and the way they would feel inside of you. you want to know have far they would reach, how experienced they are.
you need to know, you need him to show you.
you breathe shakily, slowly slipping your finger out before plunging it inside.
your brows furrow. you wonder how nanami would take you.
would he be slow and gentle? you shiver as the gummy walls of your swollen insides squeeze your finger.
would he be rough and go so hard you tremble? you slam your finger in this time. your cunt squelches, body writhing along the sheets. you feel like he would do it this way.
like he would pound his thick fingers into your pussy and make you delirious.
but his would stretch you out more than one of your fingers, so you add another. your thighs tense at the intrusion and your back arches off the bed.
you cannot wait, no your legs spread further and you plunge your fingers into your leaking hole. you do it over and over. again and again. until liquid coats your digits in copious amounts and drool fills your mouth.
when the stroke of your fingers filling your gooey insides is not enough the pads of your fingers find your clit and you roll it roughly.
you think nanami would take your cunt without any regard, with unleashed aggression.
the soppy noises of your pussy getting fucked fill the room, all you can think about is him and how desperately you need him to stuff you full. to make you whole.
kento told you sorry. he has told you a lot of things. you try to rearrange the syllables to phrases that make you wetter. things like him calling you a good girl and telling you how perfect you feel wrapped around his cock.
"kento. mmgh kento." you whine, you try to stay quiet, truly you do but the thought of him touching you instead makes you brainless. it rids you of any care.
your fingers curl and glide along your swollen insides, you shove them in to the knuckle. slimy liquid drips down and splatters every time you fuck back into your cunt.
your hips stutter, moving in tandem with your fingers. you pinch the stilted bundle of nerves before rolling it again. your hand moves frantically.
but it is still not enough, it is not enough.
you need nanami to get there. you need him to feel something.
"kento." you brokenly cry, your eyes rolling back as the way you fuck your cunt open grows rougher.
it seems he knows when you need him. like you call and he comes.
"what are you doing?" his eyes are alarmed, you barely hear the click of the door locking beyond the sound of your pussy getting filled.
you should stop, in fact, you should be ashamed. you are anything but that. your heart alights at the sound of his voice. your stomach erupts with too many butterflies to contain.
you whine, your insides feel like they are throbbing. your hand stills, slowly pulling them out as an onslaught of liquid seeps from you.
nanami can see it all. he can hardly get passed the sight of you on his sheets, fucking your cunt. like he wants to do instead. he cannot get passed the sight of you with disheveled hair and a brainless expression or how wet and messy your cunt is. he can see it, he can see it from here and it tears his mind apart.
"come, please." you mutely whimper, your voice sounds too intoxicating. you are intoxicating because against his better judgement he finds himself drawing closer.
he finds himself sitting beside your breathless body. "you said you were going to the bathroom."
you tilt your head to meet his distressed face, you want to see what nanami looks like at every moment. how his eyebrows quip up, how his jaw tightens. you want to see how his features contort in any circumstance, with any emotion. you want those to be yours.
"i got lost." you rasp. when he is this close, you can see every vein and ridge on his skin. every muscle and freckle. it only makes your cunt beg for more. it turns you into a desperate slut because nanami is right beside you and he is the only one who can make it all better.
"it's not your first time here." he rakes his hand through his hair. the still dampened strands hang over his forehead. it makes him look younger.
"it's my first time in your bed." your sticky fingers find his forearm, he is so tense. his eyes avoid you, fists tight in an attempt to regain some composure. it does not help in the slightest.
it is hard to ignore you when your cunt is stripped bare for him to see, when you do not even close your legs to hide away from him. it is hard to ignore the liquid you taint his skin with because he knows it came from your creamy pussy and he wants to get his fingers covered instead.
he wants to cover something else with you too.
"won't you look at me?" you reach down to stroke your swollen clit, squeezing nanami's arm as he clenches his jaw and lets out a sharp breath.
you press harder, your hips rocking. "please, kento, please just once."
you both know it could never be once. you lie to yourself that after this nothing will happen. that you would stop here.
nanami lies to himself too.
you do not hide the smile that impresses on your face as nanami climbs over you.
he grips your wrist to bring your slick sodden fingers into his mouth. all you can feel is heat when his tongue strokes over them and he sucks every bit of your essence. his expression is pained as he pulls back "why do you have to taste that good? have you not ruined me enough?"
he leans down and you swear he is going to kiss you but all he does is brush his lips along yours. "you taste so fucking good, sweetheart." nanami does not think he could stop now that he knows what you taste like.
you reach up to stroke the shaven hair just above his nape and tug him closer but nanami turns his head before you can kiss him.
"kento." it is quiet.
"we can't."
frustration fills you, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, pressing kisses to his cheek. you are selfish, you need your fill. even if he does not admit it, he needs it too. perhaps more than you.
he relishes on the soft feeling of your mouth on his skin.
"let me see." he grips the sides of your waist as you leave wet kisses.
"baby, let me see your pussy. i need to see how messy she is." you think you might cum from his voice alone.
you do not want to let him go but you want him to see your cunt, you want him to touch and feel and sink inside you.
he sits up on his knees, his rough palms gripping your thighs to hold you open. he lets out an exasperated sigh. "everything about you is pretty. she is so fucking pretty, sweetheart."
you feel every callous on his rough hands as he glides them up your stomach to your sternum. he thumbs the fabric of your barely there shirt before he tugs it upwards.
"fucking hell." his lithe touches trail over your breasts before gliding down to squeeze your hips. "so gorgeous. you're the prettiest woman i've ever seen."
you want to kiss him. you want him pressed flush to your skin. all you want is nanami but you cannot have him.
"you were fucking this pretty cunt open, weren't you? what were you thinking about when you were shoving those little fingers in this leaking hole?" his voice is low. you only heard him like that once before.
you think about it all the time.
"you."
"yeah? what did you think about, sweetheart?" his nails nick your skin. nanami cannot believe he has you under him like this. he cannot fathom that a pretty thing like you ever spared him a second glance.
this is far more than he deserves.
"you touching me. if you would be gentle and nice like i know you are or," you swallow it down. the way the words instantly wash a heat over your body. "if you'll be mean."
"how mean? wrapping my hand around that little throat while i stretch your tight cunt or bruising this cute ass when i have you bent over?"
you feel like you will pass out. your body writhes like you want to put more of you into his hands. you want his touch on you always.
"i want it like that, kento, want it anyway you'll give me."
"anyway? if i shove my cock in this little hole and fuck it even if you're crying, even if you can't take anymore you'll still want it?" you moan at his words, your body jolting at the thought.
"anything, kento!"
his touches grow softer, your thighs ache to press together, more slick drips from you. he makes you lose it entirely.
"i would worship you, i could be as rough as you want and i would still worship you. cause that's what you deserve." he reaches up to caress your cheek. "you deserve every bit of affection and love and i wish i could give it to you." but he cannot. it sours your mood when he says it.
it rips your heart out.
"you can give it to me." you want it, you ache and crave for it. from him, only him.
"i wish i could, i would do anything to have you, baby. i would do anything to make you mine." those words are so empty.
"then do it." your voice breaks. tears prick your eyes and his narrow ones fill with pain. you know you cannot have him. you know that and it was certainly your mistake for ever entertaining the idea. for ever hoping.
he leans down to nuzzle his nose with yours and you find yourself leaning closer hoping for a kiss but he does not give it to you. "don't cry, sweetheart. please, don't cry."
you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. it is not a real kiss but you will let it suffice. "can you touch me?"
"i can't do that, baby."
you throw your head back with an exhausted cry.
"i'm telling you, you can. you can do anything to me kento, please."
nanami cannot let himself touch you because he will not stop. he will not let you go. he wants to put his hands all over you, he wants to memorise the marks on your skin, the contours of your flesh.
nanami wants you more than he can explain.
he swallows hard, nanami is worst than you.
"show me how you want me to touch you."
"i want more than just showing you."
"i'm right here." his large palm comes to caress your cheek and you find yourself pressing further into his touch. he is so warm. "we can pretend it's the same. i want to see it. i want to see how you fuck this pretty cunt when you think of me."
when he talks like that, when he touches you, when he leans down to brush his lips against yours and makes you crave for more. how can you refuse?
your cunt is a mess and you are too. your fingers find your slit, rubbing the underside along your entrance. you wish it was nanami instead.
he huffs a low groan, eyes trained on the liquid coating your digits as you stroke your pussy. "fucking hell." his hands press against the back of your thighs to hold you open. to spread your legs so he can see every bit of your soaking cunt.
you bite down on your lip, maybe you can pretend that nanami is yours as much as you are his. even though he does not accept it.
all you can thing about is how big his hands are, how big he is. everywhere he touches you burns. just like the way he burned himself into your soul.
"can you put them in for me? can you let me see what your pussy looks like when she's taking them?" his voice is sin. it must be. his touch grazes down your legs. "i know she takes it so well, huh? know she looks so good when she's getting fucked."
you could cry. you are crying.
"would look the best if you were fucking me." you whine and nanami hums. he hums and you swear you feel it down every bit of your body. to your bones
"yeah? i know, baby. i know, sweet girl. your pussy would look so good spread around my fat cock. would take it like you were made for it."
"i am." you are made for it, for him. you need him closer. you need him with no space because right now, any distance makes you sick.
"you are. fuck, you are." he grits his teeth, your body melting as he crowds over you and his mouth presses kisses to your neck. "show me, show me what i can't have. put them inside." and you listen. you listen because you are gone for nanami in a way you have never experienced before.
your fingers are covered in sticky liquid, you are wetter than usual. it is because of him. it does not take much to slide two fingers.
it does not take much to shove them in to your knuckles but the ache inside you cannot be quelled unless nanami takes you. "you're so good. how's it feel?"
"like i need you." you voice brokenly whispers. you slowly slip out before slamming back in. you are past the point of depravity. you movements grow repeated and rougher. harder and deeper. as deep as you can get.
you know nanami would go deeper, he might go so deep you lose your mind.
"you've never been fucked properly before, have you?"
you can barely hear him over the messy slurping noises of your fingers pounding into your cunt. over the splatters of your liquids between your legs or the feeling of your cunt clenching down every time you press your digits inside.
but you hear him. you hear him because he is yours. he is the only one you want to hear at every moment.
"nuh uh."
"i want to do that for you. i want to fuck your pussy open. i want to spread her out and stuff you so full you'll go dumb." he keeps his lips over yours, he keeps his voice low. he keeps tempting you. you want so deperately to press your mouth to his. you want so desperately to pull him close and feel the softness of his pink lips. you could try but nanami is stronger than you.
he is so much stronger and if he wanted, he could pin you down without much effort. he could pin you down without a muscle flexing.
"your fingers can't get deep in that little cunt like i can." your body writhes, you curl your fingers but it does nothing to relieve the burning in your abdomen. you arch your back off the sheets almost instinctively. like you want to show nanami all of you is for him to take.
"then fuck me, gosh, just fuck me." you grind your palm into your clit, your hips rocking as you sink your fingers inside. nanami's eyes are hooded, his pupils are blown so wide all you see is black.
he breathes a little harder seeing your fingers plunge inside your soaking slit. they are covered in sticky liquid and so messy all he wants to do is lick them up.
he wants to put his mouth on you and taste your cunt.
his hands find either side of your face, his palms are rough but the way he touches you is so gentle. his nose nudges yours, nanami is so close you swear you will pass out.
"i would fuck you harder than this sweetheart cause i can't help myself. you think i could have any composure once i'm inside this leaking hole? i couldn't if i tried because you destroy me. i would fuck this cunt until your legs are shaking and i have you shaped to my cock."
you squeeze your eyes shut as you pump into your cunt harder. your toes curl and your head feels dizzy.
nanami presses kisses to your cheek before trailing to your neck. you can almost pretend that he is fucking you. almost. because you know the girth of his cock would be an entirely different sensation that your fingers.
you know he would be so deep in your guts you might be too brainless to function.
you know if nanami really fucked you, he would ruin you for anyone else.
he already has.
your hand aches from the vigorous pace you have, it aches as you slam and curl your fingers.
"please, please, please." your lips press against the sharpness of nanami's cheek bone. you would do anything for a kiss.
"doing so fucking good, sweetheart. you're close aren't you?" he knows, of course he would. he sees it in the way your jaw hangs with broken moans, your barely open eyes and the way your thighs tense. "let me see how pretty you look when you cum. let me see how she creams. i know you'll make a mess, wish i could have it on my cock." you whine at his gravelly tone.
"kento, you can. you can have it." any way and any where he wants it.
"cum for me. want you to cover those fingers for me." you would do anything for him.
you kiss his jaw, reaching down to roll your clit in frantic circles as you finger your pussy. you thrust your fingers as hard and fast, wishing it was nanami's cock instead, wishing you could feel the stiffness of his cock being pounded into you.
"kento, please." you whine, your body jittering as you slam into your slit. your thighs flex and tremble, fucking into your hole as you cum. your gooey walls clench and pulse, covering your hand in sticky liquid. you fuck into yourself with uneven pumps of your fingers as your hips buck up.
nanami thinks seeing you cum is the greatest sight he has ever witnessed. he sees your pretty lips parted in cries, he sees your back arch up and drool down your jaw. he sees your pussy cream, wishing all that mess was covering his cock instead and he got to feel you clamping down on him.
when your fingers still they are trembling. they slip out with strands connecting them to your slick covered pussy. nanami's mouth is watering.
"such a good girl, baby." his hands coax along your body, your chest is heaving and there is so much juice dripping from your cunt that it soaks his sheets.
he feels like he won't have any choice but to press his face into that spot later and jerk his cock raw.
your coated fingers stroke along his lips, smearing them with the glossy fluid and his darkened eyes find yours. your breath hitches as his heated muscle slips out to lave along them.
he groans before his mouth engulfs your sodden digits and he sucks the creamy cum off.
he huffs a low curse and you jolt when he kisses the corner of your mouth and trails a flurry of frantic kisses down your warm body.
they are open mouthed and wet, your thighs jumping when he buries his face between your legs and the flat of his tongue trails along your entrance.
his rough palms squeeze your thighs and your fingers find his hair. you mewl, rocking your hips into his face as nanami desperately laps at your entrance. he incessantly glides the slimy muscle of his tongue along your sopping slit.
your jaw hangs and you pant when his tongue presses past your entrance and wriggles within your walls. nanami sucks and slurps at your pussy, he devours the mess between your legs without any regard.
he groans, the sound vibrating through you as he lowers his jaw to fuck his tongue further inside you. nanami loses his sensibility around you. you love nothing better than that.
you taste like this is all okay, like nanami can have, fuck and love you without any obstacle. you taste like you were made to be with him and he cannot do without you.
he plunges his tongue repeatedly inside of you. he loses himself in your cunt despite not fucking it. he loses himself because it is you and you rid him of any coherency. when nanami truly comes to, you are riding his tongue and he is fucking you with it like he cannot get enough of you.
truthfully, he cannot.
you whine when he suddenly yanks away, he feels punished to. to be ripped away from your oasis of a pussy is punishment. nanami wants to eat your cunt up until you cry.
until he takes everything and you have nothing left to give.
the pretty blond strands press against your stomach as he lays his head down. a defeated breath escapes him.
his hands squeeze your sides like they want to be embedded in your body. he does not want to take his hands away but he must because the second nanami is near you, he makes all the wrong choices.
he sits up, swiping his mouth and avoiding your exhausted bare body exposed for his prying eyes like he has not seen you cum or had his tongue deep in your cunt, like the taste of your sweet essence is not lingering in his mouth and giving him a permanent craving.
"you should go downstairs."
your eyes widen, you do not want him to push you away.
"kento." you brokenly speak, you hurriedly sit up and your hands find nanami's t-shirt to yank him in. finally, finally, you kiss him. finally your tongue is in his mouth in a messy exchange.
your fingers knot in his shirt as your tongue rolls over his, his lips are soft and you can tell he is holding back. you can tell he does not want to give in to you.
"please." you whimper against his mouth before your hand grips his throat and nip at his bottom lip. nanami laves his tongue overs yours before he tilts his head and leans in to kiss you fully. his lips move languidly whilst he gropes your naked body.
"please stop doing this to me, baby." he says quietly, caressing your cheeks then softly pecking your mouth. once, twice, he might do it too many times to count.
nanami finds you addicting.
"i just want you. is that too much to ask for?" you softly kiss him, stroking his adam's apple before you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.
"it is. you know it is." he wishes things were different and when you flash him watery eyes, his chest aches. "you are the most gorgeous girl in the world. you're too good to be true. i wish you weren't anything to her so you could be something to me." it breaks your heart. he rips it apart but nanami is the only reason it beats.
you wish you could be selfish. you wish you could throw the biggest tantrum. why can you not be something to both of them?
"get dressed and go downstairs like this never happened." he nudges your nose with his, your eyes flit over narrow eyes and angular features.
how could he ask you to forget this when you hung onto every single moment you had with him?
you want to protest, you want to stay here with him.
it seems kento can read your mind.
"i promise i'll give you a kiss if you do."
"just one?" your lips pout, all you can see, smell and feel is kento.
you would not have it any other way.
nanami finds you too cute, he finds you as someone he wants close at all times.
"just one." it pains him to say it. how could anyone ever kiss you just once?
kento is a gentleman, it is one of the reasons why you wish he could truly be yours because he helps you get dressed and you find yourself with your arms around his shoulders while you kiss him.
you find yourself holding him close. you kiss him despite how breathless you know you will be because stopping this one kiss meant you would not get another.
you do not want it to end just yet.
you do not want to leave nanami alone at all.
the truth of the matter is, when you came into this world, nanami already lived his.
â°â⤠rundown; you canât have everything you want but you definitely canât have your best friendâs dad.
â°â⤠caution; best friend's dad! nanami, age gap (20s & 40s), dirty talk (descriptions of a blow job/face fucking), grinding, alcohol consumption, mentions of family issues.
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you like to think that all the things life has thrown at you have not influenced you.
perhaps, it has changed you in one way.
you want the things you cannot have.
one of those being the blonde man sitting before you.
nanami is gorgeous.
to an insane degree.
you are mesmerised every time you see him.
he is narrow eyes and sculpted cheeks. chiseled jaw and pink lips. he is enthralling and kind. he is stern but you find his humour one of his most attractive qualities.
he is dress shirts and khaki pants galore, you barely saw a glimpse of his body but the muscles of his back are so defined you can see them etched through his shirt.
his back is broad, his biceps are wide and you want to see it all in the absence of clothing.
he is your obsession although he should not be.
right now, the scent of alcohol intermingles with his enticing cologne.
right now, his daughter is sleeping upstairs while you are standing a foot away from him.
his daughter happens to be your best friend.
she has done nothing but be there for you and treat you with utmost affection so why is it hard for you to resist the one man you should not be around?
the truth is, nanami is one in a million. the more you dwell on the thought of him, the more you realise, there is no one like him.
"nanami." you call. his eyes open immediately, his head raises from where he leans on the couch.
he finds the bare skin of thighs, your sleep shorts hardly do anything to conceal you. he straightens up, avoiding your figure once he comes to his senses. he clears his throat but you step closer.
"can i join you?"
"i don't think you should." he brushes his hands over his face. you both tip toe around the tension that surrounds you. every time your eyes meet, every time you are in a room alone.
it manifests in the way you stand a little too close to him or smile a bit too wide. in your fingertips brushing his skin as he passes a dish to you when you stay over for dinner. in you calling his name a bit more excitedly than you should.
you sit beside him regardless of his answer. your thigh presses to his, you see him glance down although he does not tell you to move.
you glimpse over the bottle of whiskey on the coffee table. his fingers fidget before he reaches for the glass. he swirls the liquid then downs it in one go. your eyes do not leave him for a moment.
you memorise the way his adam's apple bobs while he consumes the contents, the way his forearm flexes and his veins raise.
it clicks against the table and he fills it up again. his expression remains unchanged despite the bitter liquor.
"i want some." it is not the alcohol you are referring to. he knows it but nanami has a bad habit of ignoring things.
"it's not good for you." he speaks softly and lowly.
"so?" your hand finds the rim of the cup, bringing it to your lips. nanami cannot think as your mouth rests on the same part his did. your eyes squeeze as the liquid burns your throat.
he leans back, his legs spreading and his hips tilting up as he adjusts himself. his leg pushes yours without much trouble. you swear he is doing it on purpose. the material of his pants strain against his built thighs and the shirt he wears is held together by only a few buttons.
otherwise the fabric loosely drapes over his skin and you can see most of his chest.
"you don't listen."
"never." your tongue slips out to dampen your lips, you wish you could taste the whiskey off his instead of your own. you hardly think, maybe you do not think at all when his hooded eyes are on you. "do you have a crush on me?"
his lips pursue, his lips that you so badly want to kiss. "i'm too old for that."
"you aren't denying it." you perk up.
nanami's finger brushes against your knee. almost like an apology for the words that follow. "you don't like me y/n. you don't. you have things going on at home and you want some place to run to." it makes your chest hurt. "you want somebody to treat you the way you deserve." his thumb slowly drags over your knee and the softness of his voice has your heart beating faster.
his gaze is too affection for you to be mad at him. although you want to be.
"maybe i do. maybe i'm just fucked up. is that why you sound like you want to take care of me?" you are crossing a line. "cause, kento, i'm a mess. i don't know what's good for me but you're the sensible one." he grips your knee tighter, you called his name. it might be the best thing he has ever heard. "shouldn't you do what's right?"
"i am. i'm doing the right thing." he forces out.
"really?" you lean over him, your hand on the knee furthest from you. his eyes follow as your palm moves higher, his muscles shifting beneath it. his shoulders jolt when your soft lips meet his chest. "i like you. it's not some misplaced affection. if it was, i would never come near you and you know that."
he does. he knows you better than he should.
you trail wet kisses across the broad expanse of his chest, moving along his neck until you finally meet his angular jaw.
you mouth feels too good him and you are too close for him to think properly. your scent invades his senses and destroys his resolve.
"do you want me to be your baby?" you puff, there is barely an inch of space between you. you are practically falling into his lap and the weight of your little hand impresses dangerously close to his erection.
"don't ask me that." he clenches his jaw and he has to reach down to adjust his cock. he hates that you lick your lips because of it. he hates that it makes him harder.
"why? you're a man and a girl is throwing herself at you."
his features contort in something close to irritation. his fingers slowly find your hair, stroking it with affection. "i don't just want to fuck you. you're not some random girl, you're not a hook up."
your eyes flutter, nanami cannot help but like the way your lashes look. he likes the way your face looks this close. your finger hooks on his shirt together exposing more of his chest.
"i want you, more than i should, more than i'm allowed to."
your eyes flit from his hooded ones to his lips. you reach up to brush your fingers along them. you want to kiss him. you feel like you need it to breathe.
"you're drunk."
"no, i'm not."
"then everything you say, will you take it back later?" you swallow hard.
"no." he draws you closer, nudging your nose with his. you swear you stop breathing when he leans in until your lips meet the other side of your fingers.
"don't hate me for this." he tugs your hand from between you and he softly pecks your lips. how could you ever hate him? there was no plausible scenario that would ever change the way you feel about him.
"that's not a real kiss." he tilts his head, brows raising at your miffed tone.
"what kind of kiss do you want?"
"i want to taste you as much as i feel you." you jolt when strong hands grip your waist and he's bringing you onto his lap.
all you can focus on is the way you are perched on him after never getting this close before.
"like this?" he caresses your cheek and then his mouth finds yours. nanami kisses like he has done it countless times.
it is slow and gentle. it is sweet and kind.
you tightly grip his shirt as he tilts his head and his mouth languidly caresses yours. he separates for a second then his lips meet yours again.
this time his tongue enters your mouth.
this time his tongue claims every inch of his mouth.
he tastes of alcohol. you do not want to ever stop kissing him.
"yeah, like that." you quietly say as he leans away. his hands settle on your lower back, you are all too aware. they are so warm. you hold his jaw to repeatedly peck his lips.
once, twice. he flashes you a smile that completely diminishes your self control before his lips are pressed to yours again and again.
you undo the button of his shirt, moaning into his mouth and nanami surely approves because he kisses you harder. you glimpse down at bare skin, his body is far from what you would expect someone his age to look like. you wetly kiss him before your lips find his neck.
you suck on the pale skin, nipping it as you pull away. his skin bruises easily, it turns red with every bite. nanami only grips you tighter. his head tilts back allowing you to kiss down the column of his throat with no obstructions.
you leave a flurry of kisses along his warm skin. it is impossible to not like him. it is an insane request to ever ask of someone.
when your mouth covers his again, his tongue messily coats over yours. he kisses hard. he kisses until your lips are swollen and your hands have disheveled his hair.
your hips shift along his, the bulge straining against the confines of his pants pressing against your aching cunt. you have only just begun to appreciate the feeling. you hands have only just started exploring uncharted territory.
"y/n." a tired voice calls from the staircase.
you are terrible.
you scramble off of nanami like he burns you, swiping spit from your mouth and trying to distance yourself.
nanami looks aghast. he tugs one of the pillows over his lap then hurriedly buttons his shirt. there is nothing he can do to hide his kiss swollen lips or the hickies you left.
he swallows the glass of whiskey as yua enters the living room. you stand immediately upon her entrance. she is rubbing sleep from her eyes.
"i was wondering where you went." she does not seem suspicious but the thought of how close you were to getting caught has your stomach churning. nanami cannot bring himself to look at his daughter as she draws closer.
"i was just." your hands are clammy with sweat "tasting some of your dad's whiskey." she pursues her lips.
"ew, don't drink that old man alcohol." she dramatically says with a disgusted expression. "let's go upstairs." she does not have to say it twice because you walk in that direction like you were awaiting a cue.
"night, dad." she calls and you faintly hear him say it back.
you wonder what he is thinking.
you lie next to yua with the feeling of kento's lips etched into yours.
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nanami is avoiding you.
without a doubt.
the last time his stony eyes met yours was that night he so raptly kissed you.
the same night he told you he would not take back the things he said.
his actions show anything but that.
nanami does not stay in the room when you are around.
he picks yua and you up from university and he does not spare you a glance.
he does all those little things to create distance but he has not stopped asking you about your day. he has not stopped making sure you are okay.
that is why he is everything to you.
yua is not home but you are. you are at nanami's house like it is your own.
you are clad in a pink dress. one you have worn before, one kento has seen you in. you have the memory of his eyes roving over your figure before he looked away.
his eyes lingered on the fabric flowing around your thighs, and the exposed skin of your legs. he knew it was wrong.
you perk up when the door opens and he steps inside. his shirt is rolled up to his elbows, the tan material of his pants conform to his thick thighs, you are breathless. he stills for a moment when he sees you, glimpsing away as he slips off his shoes.
he slackens his tie as he walks towards the living room. your eyes focus on the way his forearm flexes. nanami is too handsome for his own good. you wonder if he knows just how attractive he is.
he pauses, focusing on your dress but he's more concerned with asking a question you have been longing to hear.
"are you doing okay?" he lowly mumbles. for the past few days he has not let you speak past saying you are fine.
he has not let you bind him up in your web like he knows you will if he spares you a few minutes of his time. if he hears your voice for long enough nanami is going to let the part of him aching to have you win.
"i'm not." your heart quickens when his concern etches over his features. his brows contort and his eyes grow alert.
"what's wrong?" he comes closer, you can hear it in his voice. how worried he is.
"everything." you have nanami wrapped around your finger.
he only comes closer and closer. "did something happen at home?" you do not answer him. he sits beside you, his hands reaching for yours.
"tell me if something happened."
your eyes trail over his expression, his straight nose and defined jawline, his pink lips and sunken cheeks.
how can you not like him?
you wonder if he can see how willing you are to give yourself to him. that you would let him have you anyway he wants. that you would do anything if it meant he would be yours.
nanami jerks when your hands pull away and you lower yourself onto your knees in front of him.
your fingers find the stiff muscle of his thighs and he tenses when you look up at him.
"what are you doing?" his voice is low, you can practically hear the forced restraint.
"there's something i've wanted to say to you." you bat your pretty lashes and nanami swears he is on the precipice of no control. he swears he is about to give into the sick and twisted part of him.
he can't do this. he can't let you in. even though every part of him is begging him to.
his jaw locks, he breathes an exasperated breath before pinching the bridge of his nose. "yn." he always says your name with such affection but right now you can find an ounce of it in his voice. "this can't happen. if you don't get over whatever this is, i'm going to make it hurt."
his voice is so stern, it makes your thighs press together and despite his effort to ward you off, your hands trail higher on the planes of his toned legs. you can feel the stiff bulging muscle beneath his khaki pants.
"then make it hurt."
nanami narrows his eyes.
"i know that it's wrong to want you but you make me feel okay. you're the only man who makes me feel safe, kento." his fingers ball into fists. you are pouring your heart out. "i know everything i feel for you, you feel for me too."
his gazes trails over you, nanami is being ripped to pieces and each of them are being crushed. he should not but he is looking at your lips. he is looking at them while they form every word and his thoughts are straying.
his thighs flex beneath your palms. nanami wonders what you are getting out of this beside wrecking him. besides witnessing him fall apart.
he does not say a word but he does not push you away and that is all you need to continue.
"and i can be anything you want." his jaw clenches so hard if aches as your eyes drop to the bulge impressing against his pants. "i only see you, i only want you. i can be your woman, kento." he swallows hard when you finish.
you hands trail further on his thighs, you can see his jaw clenching. he breathes harder.
"how?" his voice is low, it's hesitant like it's fighting to get out when he wants to stay mum.
"i'll get on my knees for you." you already are. you perched on your knees between his legs and all kento can think about is seeing what you would look like gagging on his cock. "i'll let you fuck me."
"you'll let me fuck you." he rolls the words around in his mouth. this is wrong, it is all so wrong. then, why does it feel so right? and why does he craving the feeling of your slick cunt wrapped around him rather than imagining it.
"how long have you wanted to tell me that?" he pauses, he cannot put together his words. he cannot form a coherent thought. "how long have you been waiting here... in that dress?"
nanami has thought about you in this dress more times than he would like to admit. his gaze weighs heavy on you. it is so intense you feel like shrinking away but you do not because this is nanami.
"i've wanted to say it since i met you." your voice comes out softly.
finally, finally he leans in. finally his large hand finds the strands of your hair and he comes closer. "you want to be my woman? then what should you do when you're in this position? what should you do when you're on your knees?"
you shiver at his words, a shaky hum vibrating through you. your back arches almost instinctively, your hands tightening on his thighs but they are so big and so tense you swear your grip is slipping.
"you'll open that mouth for me? you're going to part these pretty lips like you're begging me to stick something between them. won't you?"
"i will, kento." the way your body aches for him is far too intense. his cheek bones tighten at your agreement. at how easily you give in.
nanami wishes you would at least tell him no because he would leave you alone. you do not tell him no. you never do. it is like every time you ask him for more.
denying you is only getting harder.
his hand slips lower, grazing your neck and all you can think about is that he is touching you. he is touching you and you will think about it forever. you will memorise every line on his hand and every callous on it and keep it in your mind.
his biceps strain beneath his dress shirt, somehow, someway, he looks bigger when his hands are on you.
"tell me what you're opening your mouth for."
"your cock."
nanami grits his teeth. he has to close his eyes to gain some sort of composure.
your eyes trail over to his erection and you can clearly see it. the imprint is tight against his pants and begging for some relief. his cock begs for your attention.
his chest heaves. he shakes you by your nape to bring your attention to his face. where his glasses are slipping down the bridge of his nose and his eyes are dark. where he looks too gorgeous.
"you can't have it."
your brows raise, your lips part and nanami wants to kiss you. he wants to feel your mouth on his again.
"why?" you think he will spew you the same story that this is wrong, that he cannot be with you and you know exactly why. you are not prepared for what he does say.
"because it's too big for you. it won't fit in this little mouth, you won't be able to suck it how i like. you can't." you shake your head in protest. you want to tell him that you can. you will.
"cause my cock is too thick and too long, for you. your hands won't be able to hold my cock properly, your fingers won't touch when you wrap around me. you think your mouth will? your little mouth can't take it, baby." he strokes your hair, his tone soft. "and you can't take it either. if i put my cock over this pretty face, it would touch your chin and go past your forehead with so much left. you can't take that so how will you be my woman?"
your mouth is full of sticky saliva and your panties are soaked. they are far from damp, in fact they are drenched with slick. your cunt pulses and your stomach is turning.
your entire body feels feverish.
"i can. i promise i will. i'll learn!" you are already salivating at the thought. "i know it's big, kento." why are you saying his name so salaciously? "but i just need to do it a few times and i'll be able to take it all."
his expression contorts in something you do not quite understand. his eyes are on your lips. like he can picture it already.
"you'll open your mouth whenever i want it? you'll suck my cock as many times as you need to get to the base? you'll let me stretch your lips even though it's too big for you and you can't handle it, until you can take every inch?"
your nails claw at his thighs, the air feels too thick to breathe.
you swear nanami has destroyed you.
you nod, a low whine in your throat.
"right. you'll suck my cock. it'll be so hard and so swollen. but you'll wrap that little mouth around it. you'll let me stuff it so full with my cock because i want to see it in your throat. i want to see how far it will reach because you want something that's too big for you. you can gag and drool and cry but all i'll care about is getting deep in this throat." nanami's hand grips your jaw, his thumb stroking over your lips that are damp with spit. "i know you'll be dripping everywhere, i know that pussy is going to make a mess between your legs while i take your mouth because she wants it too."
you are short circuiting. your brain has dissolved to mush and it is leaking from your ears. when he talks like that, how can you let go? how can you stay away?
"you're going to cry and i know you look so pretty when you cry. and you're going to try to get away when i have your lips wrapped around my cock. it's going to be so far in that tight throat, you won't be able to breathe, baby. all the spit dripping down your jaw and all the juice leaking from your cunt will mess up this pretty dress."
he is breathing so roughly, you can feel it hit your face, you can feel each huff.
you can see his chest heaving.
and you.
you are a mess. you are a catastrophic disaster. your pussy is sticky, no amount of clenching your thighs will rid you of the pulsating between your legs.
tears are leaking down your face and your mouth is webbed with saliva. you feel too hot, it washes over your entire body.
"you'll let me pump my cock into your mouth until i'm shooting cum in the back of this tight throat and you'll swallow every drop. won't you? you'll be good and drink it all down. you'll keep it in your belly, right?"
the whine you let out is whorish, it is so desperate. "i will, i will. i'll drink it all, i'll be good and take everything you give me."
nanami is angry, he is so angry.
"why are you agreeing with all the disgusting things i tell you?" he forces out through gritted teeth. his nose flares, his jaw is tight and fuck, he looks so sexy when he is mad.
your lips part but he does not let you speak. "do not let me talk to you like that. do not let me treat you like some slut because that's not what you are. understand me? the way i just spoke to you, never let someone speak that way again, not to you."
his hands gently coax through your hair. he is so gentle you want to melt. "i want you to go home and i want this to be the last time anything like this happens. that night and today, it can't happen again."
"i don't want to leave." you do not want to be away from him. it seems everything he tells you, goes in one ear and out the next.
"then i will." you swear you could cry when he releases you. you feel sick now that he is not touching you. you feel sick now that you cannot feel his fingers through your hair.
you stare up at him, silently begging for him to stay.
"i can't have sex with you." he lowly mutters.
"just once. once is enough." you are desperate. you grip at his thighs. truthfully, once would never suffice. you would never be content with having him once.
"who is it enough for? i'll have you once and that's it?"
all you want is to please him, all you want is to make him happy.
"then we can do it as much as you want!"
"do you hear yourself right now?" he forces out. nanami tugs off his glasses to swipe his hand over his face. you hold his arm but the second he stands you lose your grip.
you cannot truly stop nanami despite wanting to.
"i want you to remember this. i hope you remember that i turned my back on you and i walked away. that's happened to you before, right?" there is no conviction in his voice but your body tenses where you are still perched on your knees.
â°â⤠rundown; your luck always has you at the wrong place, at the wrong time and touya is the reason.
â°â⤠caution; previous NONCON ENCOUNTER MENTIONED, NONCON elements, scumbag! fratboy! dabi, virginity loss, no prep, choking, unprotected sex, rough sex, clothed sex, creampie, possessiveness, dirty talk, yn has small boobs, blow job mentioned, spitting in mouth, use of the word slut.
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the way you met touya is uncanny.
it is vile and putrid. you wish to wipe that moment from existence.
so why do you always end up around him? why do you now know an unprecedented amount about him?
"no doesn't hold any weight to me." his voice is low. his eyes are dark. you know that. you experienced it. he is spoilt, without a doubt. he gets his way, at least that is what everyone believes.
you should not be sitting next to him. his eyes trail from your exposed thighs to the ends of your hair entwined with his fingers.
he readjusts himself on the stiff sofa, spreading his legs wider and his thighs strain against his distressed jeans.
he looks untouchable. he looks like nothing in the world is capable of moving him. where money is present, power follows. touya did whatever the fuck he wanted.
"don't act like you get all that you want." you grit your teeth. he is infuriating. "your father has told you no. if he says no, you shut up and listen."
you can see the shift in his expression. you can feel it in the atmosphere. it crawls up your back and grips at your shoulders.
you know better than to mention that estranged relationship. you know better than to provoke him.
his hand stills, cerulean eyes narrowing. his grip wraps in your hair, it hardly looks like he is pulling but your roots sting. the tension on your strands makes you flinch.
this is the same man that had no qualms shoving you to your knees in an egregious alley. even as you protested, even as you hissed at your bloody knees. you were not there on your own volition.
you came to pick up your friend. you came there because she called for you to drive her home. she was long gone by the time you got there.
when you should have been taking your friend home, you were having a cock shoved down your throat. one so big it made your jaw ache and your eyes water.
he kept pushing and pushing until you were gargling on his cum, too sober to wipe the images out of your brain.
you were not even privy to touya's name. you never saw a cock much less had your throat stretched by one but he did not care.
touya knew you.
somehow, that was all that mattered to him.
your mind says to run. it says to bolt out of this room, maybe jump out of the window if it meant avoiding him because the look he gives you is eerily similar to that night.
"enji is the reason i'm this fucked up disaster. he knows it. my entire fucking family knows it. he would rather die than tell me no." he pauses, his gaze flickering over you like he has already decided on what he will do to you. like he already planned every scene in his head a long time ago. "he loves me."
you never should have let him drag you into this room. you were not suppose to be here in the first place. it seems touya always makes it the wrong place and the wrong time for you.
you jolt, eyes widening when his hands grip you. his palms are heavy, they are firm, from his touch alone you know you cannot escape him.
when he has you like this, all your resolve is shattered.
it does not take much for him to force you onto your back, he looks too big, too big for you. all you can see is him and he practically plasters his hard, muscular body to you.
your mind flashes with every memory from that night. where touya had you kneeling in a nasty alley. you can feel his cock heavy on your tongue and his taste throughout your mouth. you can feel hot, sticky cum being spewed into the back of your throat despite your gags of protestation.
you tried so hard to forget it, to dissolve the moment into nothingness but here you are remembering his eyes glimmering in content while he violated your mouth.
"and you love me too." there is a sharp intake of breath when those words leave his mouth. he says it with certainty, like he has never been more sure of something.
his callous hands slip beneath your skirt, you find yourself regretting your clothing choice. he grips your thighs, a wolfish expression on his face as he familiarises himself with your soft skin. places no one has seen much less touched.
touya wants to be the first, he wants to be the only one.
his thumb hooks on the crotch of your panties and he tugs them to the side. you feel cold air brushing your cunt. you hear touya's breath grow laboured, his eyes dark as they rove over your exposed pussy.
you flinch, pressing your foot against him. you try to push him away but it is hard when his body keeps you open for him. it is hard when your strength is incomparable to his.
a grin impresses on his features, pearly white teeth and dimples. it is the same smile he gave you before he had you deep throating his cock.
"i don't." your voice is warbled and shaky. his head tilts in amusement.
"really?" the sound of his zipper undoing fills your ears and trepidation settles in your bones. "then tell me your pussy isn't wet." his face nears yours, "tell me you aren't dripping like a slut."
you cannot say no.
you cannot oppose it.
you want to, you want so desperately to deny him and for it to hold an ounce of honesty. it claws at your throat, the same way you clawed at his thighs when he had you choking on his dick.
he laughs right in your face. the low baritone vibrates through your entire body.
"of course you can't, i can fuckin' see it! your pussy's so messy, could swear it's been creamed already. but it hasn't, you're just that soaking." the vulgar words elicit a whimper from you. you want to hide away but it is impossible when he has you trapped under him. he leans down to lave his slimy tongue over your trembling lips before his mouth nears your ear.
his voice tethers on a lack of self control. "you know," you feel his cock nudging your inner thigh, his pupils blown wide as he watches his dick inches away from your dripping slit. "i can smell it, i thought i was losing my fucking mind but no. all i could smell when i had my cock down your throat was your tight as hell pussy."
you should be mortified by his words, they are salacious and disturbing. instead your back arches, your body betrays you because here you are keening into touya like you want him to touch you.
"you were so shit at sucking dick, i wouldna' came if i didn't fuck it myself. i wanted nothing more than to bend you over and take your pussy because it smelled addicting." touya bites down on the full flesh of his bottom lip, his thumb pulling at the lace of your panties so hard you jerk.
"fuck, i can smell it right now. know it's all tight and ripe, know you're just waiting for me to take it."
he crowds over you more, a broken whine leaves you when the heated swollen head of his cock meets your clit. you swear you can feel it pulsing. steely blue eyes meet yours in an instant and a grin stretches across his face. you hate that the only thought in your head is how pretty his smile is and not the weight of his cock desecrating your body.
"it smells like mine. i swear if you let another man near this cunt, i'd kill him. i'd fuck you in front of him and gouge his eyes out. no one deserves to see you like that, only me." he says that while being one of the most underserving men but it's touya, he's selfish.
he would make your side his place whether you want him or not.
"i want to get in this pussy so bad." he huffs, you feel his tip throbbing against you. it feels heavy and hot where it rests on your bundle of nerves.
you cannot breathe, not with him so close, not with him on you. you have shivers along your entire body, your nerves stand on ends. all the protests die on your tongue when your cunt is slick and leaking.
you do not enjoy this.
you do not want this.
then why have your nipples stiffened so unbearably just begging to be soothed by his tongue and why are your insides craving touya to satiate you?
"what ya thinking, baby? you want to tell me no?" your lips part, your mouth webbed with sticky strands of spit. he asked you something, you should answer.
except it is hard to speak when his dexterous fingers release your underwear to instead glide along your slit. his laugh is almost mocking, your cunt soaks his digits so easily.
"i've been wanting to fuck up this innocent pussy for so long." you swear your brain has melted, it has liquified because it certainly is not operating. your eyes flick down to see his digits stroking your opening, they move away coated in your wetness. he glides his messy fingers over his cock before he brings them to your lips.
it is so easy, for your jaw to drop and for touya to sink his slick covered digits right into your mouth.
touya realises he likes you obedient.
"she's so innocent isn't she? hasn't been stretched out by a cock, hasn't squeezed around it and creamed. fuck i know she creams. she hasn't been turned into a fuck hole yet has she?"
a word has not escaped you since touya put you in this position. tears leak from your eyes but it is only from how overwhelmingly your body is begging for something you have never had before. your mouth is sticky with saliva, the taste of yourself lingering on your tongue as touya pumps his fingers along it.
you shake your head in response like he does not already know.
he pulls his hand away, reaching down to grip his heady cock, his head stroking down your cunt until he positions it at your entrance.
your entire being feels warm yet the feeling of his cock is so much hotter. your cunt drips incessantly, he smacks his tip along the mess and you jolt. touya has his cock on your pussy when you never got a good look at it before because he rawed your throat in a dark alley.
his hips shift and all you feel is pressure between your legs. he barely shoves any inside and you flash him wide eyes. he is all too pleased by the horror on your face.
"do you wanna get fucked? do you wanna know how it feels to get pulled apart and filled to the brim?" your breaths are shallow and quick, it should make you sick to be talked to like this. it should.
instead drool pools in your mouth and you want to find out, you want to know what it would feel like when touya stretches you out.
touya sees a different light in your eyes. you already look like a braindead whore before he has fucked you dumb. "you can take it, i'll make you take it."
he presses more into you and a broken moan leaves your swollen lips. now you can feel it, just how big and how hard he is. you had him down your throat before, he made your jaw ache and you know he would have your cunt feeling the same.
he groans, as wet as you are, your insides clamp down. your walls squeeze him before he has filled you completely. he made a point to not prep you, to not stretch you out. you do not know better to ask him to.
feeling you around him and seeing your watery eyes, your dewy lips moaning while he finally has you only makes him harder. it makes him want to cum deep inside you, fill you up until he is the only coherent thought in your head.
he reaches down to stroke your clit, the rough pads of his fingers make you mewl. he gives you no mercy, he keeps pushing more of his throbbing length within your walls. your hands scramble, fists gripping his jean jacket while you grit your teeth and whimper.
touya does not offer you any praise or words of consolation, he is more focused on shoving his cock inside you. he wants to feel your gummy walls all over him when he fills you to the hilt. you are soaking him, your cunt is hot and clamping down. every time you squeeze him he lowly grunts.
he does not even realise you are crying, you are silently sobbing. your eyes dart all over his features, you are looking at him but he is looking at his cock bullying your tight pussy.
this is how you lose your virginity, fucked like a dirty whore on a couch at a frat party. and the man who is taking you is not yours.
"holy fuck, you walk around with this tight as hell cunt between your legs and you think i could leave you alone?" he groans. he is not even all the way inside but he burns this image into his brain. your panties pulled to side and your pussy wrapped around his pulsing cock. you soak him in syrupy liquid, like you were waiting for him to claim you.
you grip him like you were made for him. he flips your skirt up to prevent it from obscuring his view and rough hands slip beneath your shirt to squeeze your barely there breasts.
he squeezes your tits, biting down on his lip before he thrusts hard and his entire length is forced into you. a shaky cry escapes you and your body trembles. your cunt is aching, it is stretched out for the first time and you feel unbearably full.
you should be mortified. touya violating you before was bad enough but this time you let him. you let him sink balls deep into your virgin pussy without any resistance.
and you are still crying because the man inside you has not even kissed. he is inside you but he has not shown you an ounce of kindness or affection.
"you're so fucking tight." his pelvis is flush to yours. touya did not prepare himself for this. his jaw clenches, why are you wrapped around him so perfectly? why does the feel of your cunt make him want to keep you on the end of his cock forever?
he is losing his bearings.
and you are too full to think. you feel him in your guts, you feel him too deep inside you. he has pulled you wide in a way you have never felt before.
"it hurts." your voice breaks, your chest is heaving and your grip on his clothing tightens. his eyes finally meet yours, he sees your brows knitted in distress, glassy eyes and tear streaked cheeks.
he was so caught up in your dripping fuck hole that he did not hear you crying.
"oh, aren't you just the prettiest thing?" his deep voice coos in a velvety tone.
he called you pretty. the prettiest.
he cups your cheek, his thumb wiping away a tear but the motion is rough enough to leave your face stinging.
touya leans down to peck your lips. it is the first time he has kissed you. he pulls away, nudging your nose with his before a pretty smile crosses his face.
"your pussy feels like it was made for me. you were meant to take my cock, huh?"
he has your thigh pressed between his hard body and yours. your toes curl and your jaw hangs in a muted moan as he pulls his cock out. it is so slow you feel every inch and every pulsing vein.
when touya fucks into you for the first time it is gentle, your back arches as he fills you up all over again.
"just like that." his voice is deeper, more coated in something you cannot identify.
there is a flicker of hope that he will be this soft the entire time despite how roughly he filled you. after all, it is your first time.
you think someone like touya will finally grow a heart and find his morals.
"you're real fuckin' pretty, y'know? it's so annoying." he clicks his tongue, pushing your shirt up to reveal your breasts. plush lips wrap around your nipple and his heated tongue rolls it. his saliva feels hot on your skin.
his eyes find yours, they are dark as he laves his muscle over your tit. his hands are groping the flesh of your chest that barely fills his hands.
you jerk in surprise when his lips cover yours, this kiss is different. it is opened mouth and messy. you try to match his movements but you barely follow. touya kisses you aggressively, his tongue slipping into your mouth.
he should not be pleased by your teeth grazing his tongue but it only reminds him that he is all you know. he would always be all you know.
he has you distracted but your back tenses when his hips pull back and he harshly ruts into you. so hard your flesh sting where his hits yours.
your hands find his shoulders slipping on his jean jacket before you tightly grip the material.
he does not stop there. of course he does not.
he pumps his hips at a cruel pace, you are being stuffed with his cock over and over again. your back arches off the couch, you cry into his mouth but he does not relent.
he feels you dripping on him, he feels your slick coated along his length and every time he slams into you, you clench down like you will never let his cock go.
"this is what you wanted, right?" he grunts, his features contorting as he roughly fucks you.
"you wanted me to pin you down and rip through you. i know it, you know it. fuck that's it." his sentence ends with his voice at a higher pitch.
your hands lose their grip on his clothing as he straightens up, he cups the back of your knees to keep you spread open. his cock is throbbing at the sight of him taking you. over and over, he sees your syrupy strands coated on his cock, he sees your panties stained with it. he sees your pussy stretched around him and knows he would never go a day without thinking about it.
"knew your little pussy was aching for it. take it so fucking well."
when he is pounding your slick cunt, moaning about the way he swears your insides are stroking every vein on his thick length, you decide you hate him.
you wonder how someone so gorgeous could be so disgusting. you wonder what cruel juxtaposition it was for such an angelic countenance to be the one you see when it feels like the devil is ruining you.
you hate that you are enjoying it. you hate that it feels good.
you hate that at the end of this you will not regret it.
"you act like such a good girl but you take cock like it's all you were made for." sweat has started lining his hairline. his cheeks have reddened and touya's voice is breathy.
your skin is stinging from the force of his thrusts, his cock reaching deep in your guts with every motion.
the sounds of his flesh hitting yours fill the room, you can feel the weight of his balls meeting your skin and the mess between your legs splatters every time he fills you.
he huffs hard, his touches trail along your body, squeezing your hips and gliding along your stomach before they find your throat. his hands are so big they engulf your neck entirely.
"you like this, you fucking love it. fuck, tell me how much you like me rawing your virgin cunt like this." you whimper, your trembling fingers find his wrists.
you brain had turned into a scrambled mess the longer he fucks you open. your mouth is sticky with spit and all you can do is whine. he pounds into you so hard your body jerks every time.
some part of you wishes there was less clothing. less on him to see all his muscles flexing. less on you to feel him on you completely.
his expression switches between open mouthed groans and clenched jaws.
his cheeks are flushed, sweat drips down his temple and his fluffy hair bounces with his movements.
"touya." your voice warbles.
the moan he lets out is obscene. his cock slams into you unevenly.
he swears he loses it. he needs to hear you say his name like that again and again.
he crowds over you, his body flush to yours as he gathers you up into his arms. his lips finds yours in a sloppy kiss.
your hands rest on his back, feeling the ripples of his muscles as he roughly ruts into you.
your brows furrow, he only goes harder. it hurts but for some reason you like it.
he pants in your face before kissing you again. he pounds into you at a voracious pace, like an unhinged animal.
touya swears your hot, sticky walls gripping him are akin to heaven.
"fuck, fuck, fuck." a tandem of curses fill the room then he is burying his face into your neck. he lets out a low whine into your skin, his fingers reaching for your thighs and gripping hard enough to bruise.
his movements grow less steady but they are just as deep, his cock drags along every inch of your pussy like he is making it his home.
another muted whimper vibrates against your neck and with a few more pumps of his hips touya's cock throbs within you. he presses his pelvis flush to yours, your thighs tense at the feeling of hot cum flooding your walls.
you are panting and touya is too.
he drops all of his weight onto you, squeezing you tighter like he has not just ruined you.
you are horrified.
he did not wear a condom.
he came inside you.
you lay beneath him unmoving even as he laves his tongue over your breasts, even as he sucks marks across the flesh.
his hand grips your cheeks hard, urging your mouth open before his thumb strokes along your wriggling tongue.
you think he will kiss you but a sly grin plasters across his face and he spits into your mouth.
as the glob of saliva glides down your throat, he pulls out. you flinch at the feeling and his cum drips from your slit. you feel the mess leaking out of you.
touya pecks your lips because a man like him never faces any repercussions.
a man like him never thinks about the consequences of his actions.
"i'll bend you over next time." he has the same glimmer in his eyes from that night.
haven't been on here or written in so long :/ my apologies
Perv!Seonghwa who loves to feed you, watching your lips close around the fork or his fingers when he feeds you, your eyes looking up at him, eating food he cooked for you
Perv!Seonghwa who sprays whipped cream on his dick for you to lick off
Perv!Seonghwa who had to excuse himself to the bathroom on your first date because the moan you let out when you ate made him hard as steel
Perv!Seonghwa who loves it when you wear boots and makes you keep them on while he fucks you
Perv!Seonghwa who buys you plushies to cling to while he makes you cry from overstimulation
Perv!Seonghwa who presses on your bladder when he's fucking you so he can mock you when can't hold it
Perv!Seonghwa who takes videos of you sucking his dick, getting close ups of the tears running down your eyes, making you wear extra mascara before so he can watch it run down
Perv!Seonghwa who makes you sit on his lap topless so he can play with your boobs, squeezing them, jiggling them, pinching them, just for his pleasure
Perv!Seonghwa who watches you when you read, getting hard at how you bite your lip, how you subconsciously clench your thighs at certain scenes, how your eyes flick over the page
Perv!Seonghwa who watches you shower, not even to join, just watching you while he stands there jerking off until he's ready to cum, telling you to get on your knees and cumming on your face, watching the water wash his cum away
Perv!Seonghwa who loves to shave your pubes into shapes, a heart, a lightning, or an S for his name
"Is my crybaby gonna cry into her little plushie? Can my crybaby not handle my dick? Huh? Aw, look at you. I'm fucking you so good you can't even hold your bladder. Fuck, baby, cry harder."
You felt absolutely drained when she got home from work. It had been a long and stressful day and all you wanted was to lay in bed and relax. You took off your long, black coat and flats and poured herself a glass of white wine in the kitchen, which you downed in just a minute. The burn of the alcohol made you feel warm inside.
Today had been so incredibly hectic at work and you really needed some time at home, with your girlfriend. You made her way upstairs and walked into your shared bedroom with Soyeon, who was fast asleep. You smiled softly at the sight of your beautiful girl sleeping like a princess.
You took all your clothes off quietly, not wanting to disturb Soyeon. Laying in bed, you snuggled up to her and kissed the birthmark on her exposed shoulder softly. Her soft honey skin felt like satin against your plush, pink lips.
"Hm," she whined a little, shivering a bit from the feeling of your cold skin on her own. "Sorry baby, did I wake you?" you whispered, kissing along her jaw.
"That's okay, I tried waiting for you but I fell asleep," she sighed softly while she turned to face you. Slowly, you put your lips on your girlfriend's and pulled her closer. She deepened the kiss and stroked your back softly with her long nails.
As the kiss got more heated, your tongue slid across Soyeon's bottom lip. She softly traced her fingers from your back to your ass, squeezing it lightly, earning a soft whisper from you.
She was the first to break the kiss, panting softly. "I've been craving you so much...," she whispers as she kisses along your bare collarbones. Her touch left you breathless and yearning for more.
You were quick to discard the sports bra she wore and kissed down her chest and soft breasts as she slid down her own panties. You pushed down her pajama shorts and panties as well in one go, now leaving the two of you naked together.
You shook off the covers to reveal your naked bodies. You spread your girlfriend's legs and pressed kisses over her soaked core. "Already wet for me?" you smirked smugly. Soyeon nodded, "I have been fantasizing about you all day, baby."
You licked a stripe up from her hole to her clit, closing her lips around the bud, sucking on it lightly. Soyeon moaned out, cupping her own breast and rubbing her taut nipple with one hand and running through your hair with the other.
You quickly pumped 2 fingers in and out of her cunt as you licked her clit, causing moans to spill from Soyeon's lips. "Baby, oh god, that feels so good," she moaned, squirming at the sensational feeling of you working on her wet cunt. She felt herself getting close quickly, moaning out your name loudly. "I-I'm gonna cum!" she cried as she felt her body tensing up.
You fucked your fingers into Soyeon harder and lapped at her clit eagerly. Soyeon came undone, moaning your name loudly while feeling her body shake.
You smirked and lapped up the arousal dripping from her pussy. "So tasty," you winked. She pulled you close and panted softly. "I want you to sit on my face, please," she grunted, ''Wanna be suffocated by that pretty pussy of yours.'' "Whatever my girl wants, what she gets."
You lifted yourself up and felt Soyeon sliding underneath you, bringing you down and aligning her tongue with your dripping wet core. "Please, God," you whined when she licked your hole teasingly. You felt Soyeon's nails claw at the soft flesh of your thighs as she tested the waters.
She then dove her tongue into your core, licking your insides and pumping your tongue in and out of your cunt, her nose brushing against your clit. You moaned loudly and held tight onto the headboard of the bed You found yourself squirming while Soyeon held your hips tight, lapping her tongue at your wet pussy.
"P-Please I need you, please fuck me!" you whined as she then worked on your sensitive clit. Soyeon didn't stop and kept on eating your pussy as if her life depended on it. You only found yourself gasping for air, unable to stop moaning out loud.
"B-Baby ah! O-oh I'm gonna cum!" You moaned out when she heavily sucked on your sensitive clit. You screamed her name and came down your girlfriend's face, coating her lips with your juices.
"F-fuck," you gasped, coming down from your high. Soyeon laid you down and put on her strap-on in just a matter of seconds. You turned around and pushed your ass up, resting on your elbows, waiting for Soyeon to fuck your pussy.
She entered your cunt slowly and pushed in deep, causing you to let out a high-pitched moan, still feeling sensitive from your previous orgasm. Soyeon on the other hand had no mercy with your fucked out cunt, pounding her fake big and long cock down your hole while smacking your ass hard a few times. "Fuck! Yes, fuck me harder!" you whined out. "Good girl, such a good slut for my cock hm?" she smirked
You loved acting like a slut for your girlfriend, and it happened a lot of times. There almost wasn't a day where you didn't beg for her girlfriend to use her like a doll, but Soyeon loved it just as much. But as you felt a lot of stress these days she knew you felt more submissive. Soyeon didn't mind at all, she totally got off on you whining for her cock like a little bitch.
"Y-Yes, I'm such a fucking slut for you, please!" you screamed.
Soyeon pounded into you harder and smacked your ass again hard. "Good slut," she grunted and panted. Soyeon loved feeling powerful, mercilessly fucking you, the wrecked girl underneath her.
"I-I'm gonna cum again, please make me cum!" "Yes baby, I'll make you cum, you've been such a good girl for me," she smirked. You felt your walls twitch around the big dildo almost splitting your cunt open, but you took it like the good girl you are, coming undone on it in no time.
Soyeon rode out your high again and made her turn around. " Suck your juices, baby, come on," your girlfriend panted as she rubbed the dildo along your parted lips. You took the dildo into your mouth like a good girl, lapping the slick juices from it and looking Soyeon in the eye. "Good girl," she smirked and took off the strap-on.
She laid down next to you, pulling her in close. "You've been so good for me," she smiled. you nodded, being absolutely fucked out, pressing her face into Soyeon's chest. She rocked her softly as she felt you falling asleep and kissed your head. "Sleep well, my love," she smiled, "I love you.''
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