You are perfectly aware of Otoya’s emotionally unavailable behaviours towards women, you fully recognise that his fear of commitment plays a big role in his nonchalant and laid back persona and you’re also conscious that he’ll possibly move on from you without a problem too.
But you know what? You’re just like him. You’re exactly this much of a whore to use him only for his body, as he’s thrusting into you from behind, hands pulling your hair while he’s letting only small grunts escape his sltty mouth, typical for a man not secure enough in his masculinity to moan.
Disappointing, since what turns you on the most is hearing the men that rail you shiver and cry from pleasure. But of course, our guy here only cares about his own enjoyment and really won’t make the effort to figure out how to satisfy his partner.
And you’re just as much of a dirty fucking trap like he is, waiting for the perfect moment to flip him over and push him hard enough on the office table (his embarrassing desperation and lack of patience made him drag you into a random room, so he could calm down his disgusting boner he got just from seeing your cleavage, how pathetic) that he smacks his dumb head on the cold surface. Still in a state of confusion and perplexity, you waste no time climbing on top of him and silencing his deceitful lips by stuffing his mouth with your thongs.
Not taking into consideration his current position of nudity, fully evident to the outside world from the window directly next to you, you prioritise your own satisfaction and work on fulfilling the desire of release, as you’re grinding on top of him, not letting his mucky hands touch your flesh. With a helping hand from yourself, stimulating the most sensitive part of the female body (that Otoya sure doesn’t know how to find), you release all tension formed in your stomach and finally reach your high. Collapsing on his nearly not as satisfied sweaty scrawny body, you then take out your undergarment from his mouth, dress quickly and exit the room, leaving him out to wonder.
karasu tabito was lounging on the couch — jaw tight, legs spread casually, his eyebrows still knitted from your little argument earlier — he was sulking, and he had every right to. you were aware of how stubborn you were, and seeing him act cold to you made you realise how patient he’d been the entire time. maybe it was time for you to step up and apologise first, it was your fault after all.
“tabito..? i’m sorry.” you said, walking up to him and settling yourself on his lap. he merely hummed, arms still spread on the backrest, refusing to touch you. “sorry, tabito. i shouldn’t have been so stubborn..” you wrapped your arms around his neck, murmuring apologies in the crook of his neck hoping that he would at least soften. but he didn’t, and you were quickly getting desperate.
you thought hard. what would break his walls down? you’d never seen him this upset before. “baby, please. forgive me? i’ll beg if i have to.” you did it unconsciously — rolling your hips against his thigh. but you saw it. the way his muscles tensed under you, the way his breath hitched just for a moment. bingo.
the friction is immediate, sending a wave of pleasure that tingled right at your core, moving with a calculated purpose. your hips moved in circles, grinding slowly, just testing and feeling the outline of his muscles that contracted under you. he let out a sharp breath, hands snaking around your waist. “don’t expect me to look pleased.” he said, gazing into your eyes that lit with mischief.
flexing his thigh and pulling a squeak out of your throat, you don’t stop moving. the way he tensed under you had you throbbing against his skin, every pulse an increasing ache of desire. you pressed yourself down, angling to hit that exact spot that sends heat through you, getting desperate as you chased your high. and when you clench, his grip tightens around your hips, breath stuttering.
“you always know how to wreck me, don’t you? pathetic, using my leg like it’s your toy.” his breath was heavy, cock stiff and restrained in his pants. breathless whines pushed past your lips, grinding against him more eagerly as you got close. “haah—mmmhh—feels so good..” your nails dug into his shoulders for balance, letting out occasional mewls when the friction hits the right spot. then you felt it — felt the ache in your stomach let loose, body jolting as the sensation got overwhelming.
“aah—tabito—f—forgive me—hnnh!” when you finally came, thighs shaking as you soaked his. his nails dug into your hips, pressing you down and forcing you to ride out your high. “you better be prepared for what’s coming.. fucking yourself on me so shamelessly like that. you want to be forgiven? earn it.” and by the time you came to your senses, he already had you flipped over on the couch — panties tugged down and tip lined up against your folds.
your boyfriend tabito karasu is – no surprise to anyone – a freaky little bastard. the first few dates you had with this dark haired, handsome jock, were calm afternoons in a cafe or romantic dinners in a quiet restaurant. karasu was always very charming and considerate when it came to your time together – he asked about your life, your interests and struggles, while also subtly mentioning here and there how talented he was at soccer. you didn’t mind it, though. you knew he was skilled. no way someone with no skill would have the audacity to use a whole tube of gel in their hair every day.
karasu never rushed you into sex. he never even mentioned it. he patiently waited for you to bring it up first, for you to make the first move, because karasu knew your sensitive ass would feel pressured if he himself made the initiative.
so when you two started to have sex, it was truly something you had wanted for a long time.
during the first few times, karasu was kind. he was gentle but dominating, calm but passionate. he made sure you came comfortably at least once before he fucked you, his fingers skillfully curling inside your plush walls as he sucked on your clit. he never made you wait or beg, since karasu always gave you what you wanted right away. while he fucked you, he went deeper when you asked him to, faster when you cried out his name but also slower when you told him it was too much. he was practically the perfect partner.
however, tonight he was different. he was mean.
sitting on the bed in your underwear, your eyes were wide and heart hammering in your chest. karasu stood in front of you, hands gently pushing your thighs apart, revealing the damp mark in your lingerie.
you squirmed a little, hand reaching desperately for his, trying to guide it towards your core. karasu had been teasing you for a while now, your chest and neck wet from his previous kisses, skin still tingling from his earlier passionate touches and grasps.
however, he only pulled his hand back and shook his head. ”nuh. sit still f' me. i want to enjoy you tonite. properly” he husked, a stupid devilish grin spreading on his perfect face. you gulped, not really knowing how to react. he had never said no to you before.
”o-okay”
karasu’s hands traveled on your soft thighs, fingers occasionally grasping the skin there. his hands were so hot but not sweaty, his touches once again measured. he knew what he was doing. he then lifted your other leg upwards, his lips reaching your ankle.
you twitched as karasu kissed you there, moist lips tasting the skin down your ankle to your calf.
”’su-” you tried, but he only pulled back once he noticed your leg twitching and hips squirming.
”shh. told you to be good and stay still. you can’t even do that?” he smirked. mean. ”that pussy’s so eager that it’s taking control over you. pathetic”
your eyes widened at his cruel words. what had gotten into him? you swallowed hard, but you couldn’t help but feel even worse heat pooling in your abdomen. your cheeks blushed. why was this turning you on?
his hands traveled down your calves towards your inner thighs, making it nearly impossible for you to not to whimper and plead. karasu then leaned forward, his face meeting your neck and chest. hot, open mouthed kisses were once again all over your skin there.
you moaned softly. karasu’s hands never stopped traveling towards your core. his warm breath fanned over your sensitive chest, teeth nibbling at the straps of your bra. your hand instinctively reached to grab his hair.
”no” karasu commanded. his voice wasn’t loud, but it was firm. not leaving room for negotiating.
”it should be easy to stay still, no? you’ve been so good, don’t want you to become a bad girl now” he chuckled, blue eyes meeting yours. there was a cruel, teasing look in them.
”n-no” you whimpered.
”good girl”
karasu’s hand finally reached your core. his fingers slipped beneath your panties, two long fingers sucked in by your folds. a squelch! was heard when he moved between your lips, your wetness dripping down onto the sheet. you bit your lower lip hard, whole body trembling at this point as you tried to tell your muscles to quit the urge of moving.
”please- wanna cum-” you moaned quietly. you were used to karasu obeying what ever you wanted him to do to you, but this time, he only huffed. a mix of amusement and arrogance.
”not yet”
your heart dropped. so it was like this now, huh.
his fingers continued to tease your pussy, practically everywhere but your clit. he teased along the edges of it, tips of fingers occasionally sinking into your hole before he pulled back again. karasu was testing you. and it worked.
your legs gave out and your hips bucked up against his hand, desperately seeking for more friction and a better angle. your poor pussy was throbbing with need at this point. you tried to move against his hand, rub yourself against it, anything.
however, karasu snapped. you noticed he was also straining against his boxers, precum leaking into the fabric. he was also impatient, like you.
quickly with another hand, he pushed you tight against the mattress by your hip, his other knee over your leg to keep you properly still.
”you little impatient slut” were the words that left his mouth. it was more of a groan, and you noticed his cheeks blushing, the mole nearly disappearing into the flushed skin. heat pooled inside you again, a whimper escaping your lips.
”you wanna cum? i’ll make you cum alright. but don’t whine when ’s too much, you fucking wanted this” karasu grunted. before you knew it, his fingers were rubbing circles on your clit, fast and aggressive, all the previous calmness gone. you moaned loudly, the sudden relief making your legs and pussy twitch. you came quicker than before, the denial from earlier making the waves of your orgasm appear stronger and more satisfying than ever.
but like karasu said, it was not enough. this was your punishment for being a bad girl.
he had her trembling with nothing but his tongue, dragging it slow and lazy up the inside of her thigh, deliberately avoiding where she was soaked and desperate. his breath was warm, lips ghosting just close enough to make her hips twitch.
“aiku, please—” her voice broke into a whine, fingers twisting in his hair, trying to pull him closer.
he laughed softly against her skin, mouth brushing her slit but not giving in, the tip of his tongue teasing the edge. “what, this isn’t enough? you sound pretty needy already.”
she bucked against him, but his arm was strong across her hips, pinning her down while he gave another slow, wet lick, again not where she wanted it. her frustration came out in a choked sob, thighs quivering.
“say it,” he murmured, eyes glinting up at her. “tell me how bad you want it.”
when she finally begged, voice raw and shaky, he hummed against her and licked her properly,long and deep, like he’d been starving for her all along.
you didn’t know when he’d started watching you. but hirori yo was the kind of man who didn’t show his interest in obvious ways. no, he was careful and calculating.
you had felt it before you knew it. a tingle at the back of your neck when no one was around. the phantom of eyes on you when the locker room was empty. the smallest change in your routine. your locker rearranged, your shampoo swapped, your keycard not working until the exact second he walked by and let you in with his.
he never made a scene. he never confessed. he looked at you sometimes like he was already owed something. like you already belonged to him and you were too stupid to realize it yet.
when he spoke it was with the calm certainty of someone who had already won. “you don’t realize how loud you are when you cry in the shower,” he said once, drying his hands on a towel in the facility gym. “it’s distracting.”
you’d whipped your head around, flushed with humiliation, but his expression hadn’t changed. cool, flat, impassive. he never smiled. never teased. he observed.
… and something in you shuddered.
it was weeks later when it escalated. when your apartment was broken into. nothing was stolen, but your bed was stripped, your underwear drawer rifled through. someone had been there. you’d told hirori about it. stupid, terrified and not even sure why you trusted him.
“did they touch you?” he asked.
you shook your head. “no. i wasn’t home.”
“good.” then a pause. “next time, they won’t get the chance.”
you didn’t ask what he meant. you didn’t ask why his knuckles were scraped raw the next day. you didn’t ask anything at all. because that night, for the first time, you dreamed of him. his hands on your neck. his mouth at your ear. his voice was silk and poison. “you’re mine. even when you fight it. especially when you fight it.”
the turning point came in silence. you’d gotten into an argument with one of the training staff. he’d called you soft. said you weren’t cut out for the program. that you should pack up and go home.
you hadn’t cried until later. but when you did you were curled up on the rooftop of the facility in the cold. he found you. of course he did. you didn’t hear him approach or see him sit. but you felt the shift of weight beside you and the warmth of a hand brushing lightly against yours.
“i hate when people talk to you like that,” hirori said quietly. “they don’t know what they’re dealing with.”
you swallowed. “what am i, then?”
his fingers curled around your wrist. “mine.”
that time, he looked you in the eyes when he said it. there was no shame or even hesitation. he spoke it like the truth.
it wasn’t long after that you started finding bruises you didn’t remember. not cruel ones. just fingers at your hips. a mouthprint at your thigh. a sore ache between your legs like you’d had sex… but you hadn’t, had you? you told yourself it was exhaustion. that you were overworking yourself. that you’d imagined his voice the night before. “stay still, little one. you’ll feel better when i’m done.” but your sheets smelled like him. your throat was raw and you were wet. always wet.
your body knew something your mind refused to accept.
you tried to cut contact. avoided the rooftop. left the gym the second he entered. you blocked his number even though you didn’t remember ever giving it to him. it didn’t matter, because hirori was patient.
you were defenseless when hiori came really for you.
you woke up in his bed. the satin sheets felt cold and you were restrained in soft silk. a soft hum of classical music playing somewhere you couldn’t place. your wrists were bound loosely, as though to remind you that you could struggle if you wanted to. you didn’t.
he came in moments later, barefoot and shirtless, hair damp from a shower. “morning,” he said softly, like it was normal. like you were lovers who’d spent the night tangled together.
your heart pounded. “hirori—what the fuck—”
“shh.” he placed a single finger to your lips. “i warned you. you kept pulling away. kept pretending you didn’t want this.”
you trembled as he climbed onto the bed, his knee slipping between your thighs. you weren’t wearing underwear. he’d made sure of it.
“you’re shaking,” he whispered. “is that because of what i said… or what i’m about to do?”
you hated that your body clenched. “you’re sick,” you gasped. “this is—this is insane—”
“maybe.” he brushed your hair back, so gently it made your eyes sting. “but i’d burn the whole fucking world to make you see it. you’re mine.”
“even when i fight it?” you whispered.
he smiled for the first time. “especially when you fight it.”
what followed was slow. so intimate and deranged in its intensity. he didn’t rip into you. he coaxed you open, breath by breath, finger by finger, voice purring at your ear while he slid between your thighs like he’d done it a thousand times in dreams.
maybe he had.
“you hate me,” he whispered as he buried himself inside you. “but your pussy’s soaking. what does that say about you?”
you choked on a moan. “fuck you—”
“later,” he said. “right now i’m fucking you.”
and gods, he did. he fucked you slow and deep, holding your wrists down like a gentleman and a monster all at once. his kisses were brutal. his thrusts measured, cruel in their perfection.
he made you say it. made you thank him.
when you finally sobbed out his name like a plea, like a prayer, he licked the tears from your cheeks and whispered. “i knew you’d come around. you always do.”
you didn’t try to leave again. you didn’t ask how long he’d been planning it. didn’t ask if he’d hurt anyone to get you here. you just let him hold you, let him whisper more filth and worship into your hair, let him cage you with arms and obsession both. because the truth burned hotter than fear.
you liked it. you liked the way he unraveled for you. you liked being the one thing he’d destroy the world for.
every time he said “you’re mine,” you believed it a little more. even when you fought it. especially when you fought it.
Happy birthday to my baby Rin! I have wanted to post this smut for a long time but what a better time than to post it on Rin's birthday? ♡
Cw: cnc - dubcon - cheating on Sae with Rin - no protection - tipsy reader - mirror sex - smut (ask me if you want me to add another warning!)
Sae, Sae, Sae,
It was always about Sae and never about him. Rin had to drag the burden of being Sae’s brother all his life. He had everything he wanted, and he was everything he has ever aspired to be, so effortlessly, so gracefully. Everything orbited around him like planets around the sun. He had it all, the career, the goals, the validation, you. He had everything he had ever wanted from the biggest of things down to the smallest of them.
But tonight was different, because you were pinned under his weight, face flushed a crimson red from the too many glasses of wine you had drunk. But even then, it was Sae you saw, your fiancé, not him, Rin. Under the dim lights of the lamp-shade, your eyes were fixed on his teal orbs, they looked just like Sae’s, you missed them so much, they held so much familiarity, they slowly morphed into one.
Your hand reached out to his cheek to caress it softly, lips only a few centimeters apart. But once again, it was his name you whispered.
“Sae…” you sighed, as if in pain, “missed you so much Sae…” The diamond ring was still glimmering on your finger.
And it made his blood boil, raw anger, because even then, it was him you saw. But he was determined to make you cry out his name tonight, and not his brother’s. He was determined to fuck you so good he’d shape your insides to his dick, so good you’d beg for him, and not for Sae.
“It’s Rin.” He corrected, lips grazing over yours. You looked at him through hazy eyes “Rin…?” you repeated meekly, mind too foggy to make the difference. Or did you really want to acknowledge the difference?
His hand ventured under your top, squeezing your breast. You let out the softest of mewls, arousal taking over you in waves. Alcohol made your body so sensitive, multiplying the sensation of his skin against yours. You needed that touch, you craved for it as you felt so lonely without Sae.
Rin closed the distance between your lips, kissing you aggressively. It was hard to match his pace, he was kissing you like he was starved, and you let him because you wanted it just the same. You didn’t know whether it was the alcohol blurring your decisions or the deprivation you’ve been put through with Sae. But his kisses were just so good, almost addictive, making you squirm against his mouth, wishing it was Sae’s.
Your mouths only separated when you were both heavy breathing due to the lack of oxygen. He straightened back, taking off his shirt, revealing his perfect abs. He needed to feel your skin against his, your heat, your chest, he wanted to devour you.
Rin took off your top just as easily as he took his own, unclasping your bra in a swift move. He lowered himself so he could play with your perked nipples, sucking on them, biting them even, snatching the most unholy moans out of your lips. Your fingers threaded in his hair, pleasure growing so intense it made your legs weak, arousal dampening your panties. Everything was going so fast, an illusion in the form of a specter appearing behind Rin, as if your vision split.
“Wait.” You paused before pleading “we shouldn’t…” It was more to appease your guilt than to stop him. Despite Rin being above you, all you could see was a hybrid being, made both out of Sae and Rin. But they looked like negative forms of each other, and it was hot to think about fucking both at the same time, damn alcohol.
He smirked against your skin, his hand squeezing your thigh softly, fingers trailing up to your wet panties.
“It’s true, you shouldn’t get fucked by your fiancé’s brother…” he murmured, his finger pressing over the dampened fabric of your panties, “But then, why are you so wet?”
You protested with a soft moan when you felt his fingers pressing on your sweet spot, he caressed your heat up and down, with slow, agonizing tight circles on your still clothed clit, making it hard for you to think about what’s right and what’s wrong. He wanted to get back at his brother, he wanted to steal the most meaningful thing for him, and what was more rewarding than fucking the girl he was planning to marry?
Deep down, behind your eyes, veiled by pleasure, you could foresee his reasons, you have already noticed his lingering stares, the brotherly rivalry that was only one sided. You knew that you shouldn’t step in the way, that you shouldn’t let Rin have you, but how could you think straight when his hand was kneading your breast, when you were trying to keep quiet so no one would hear you.
The alcohol was only awakening your desire and making you needier and needier for any touch. You closed your legs around his hand, locking it in as a last effort to stop him from moving.
He gazed down at you through his lashes as he easily slid your legs apart, it was adorable that you were mentally struggling, but your intoxicated body told him otherwise. You were a “good” girl, he really did think so, but he wanted to destroy you, to ruin you for his brother. You were his scapegoat, his sweet sweet lamb. For him, it was nothing but another sibling fight. Yes, as simple as that, he wanted to take and crush everything he owned, he wanted the girl that his brother came home to after his work trips, he wanted you.
He stuck his forehead against yours, fingers sliding up and down your clothed pussy. The desire for friction was killing you, Sae had been on a trip for weeks, and you hadn’t been satisfied in so long. You bit your lip, trying to hold back your moans and closed your eyes not to face his own, Sae’s…
“Answer me.” His tone was firm, demanding. “If we shouldn’t do this, why are you getting so fucking wet from your future brother in law touching you, huh?”
He cupped your chin a little too forcefully with his free hand, forcing you to open your teary eyes and look at him. You had shame and desire all written over yourself, he was tracing all the places that made you melt. You’ve never known him this serious, this talkative. Rin was not one to talk much, but it felt as if he took pride in making you admit your sin.
“‘Dunno…”
Did you really not know? Or were you secretly fantasizing about this happening—about having your fiancé’s little brother above you? They were so different, and yet so similar. A gnawing curiosity had been silently eating away at you, and you had even surprised yourself by thinking about him in intimate ways you shouldn’t have. But who could blame you, when he was just as pretty as his brother, only a little more mysterious? The tantalizing thought of biting the forbidden fruit had always toyed with your mind.
And now, here you were, presented with the perfect opportunity, as if God Himself were testing your loyalty. And you failed, so miserably, when his hands began to lead you not to heaven, but to hell.
He smiled, you were this easy to get huh? A few glasses and you were already melting under his touch. He slid his long fingers under your panties, now directly caressing your walls.
“Fuck” he hissed under his breath, “so fucking wet for me.” He slid one finger inside of you, making you squeak in surprise, your pussy automatically clenched, as if asking for more. His voice turned you on so much, you wanted him to keep talking, he looked so much like Sae, but he was not your fiancé, you were not supposed to be doing this. You tried to shamelessly dull any remnants of rationality searching for an excuse, Ah, the alcohol, right? It was strong enough so you could blame it on it.
Poor, poor little lamb.
He added another finger, stretching your insides, you brought a hand to your mouth to muffle your moans but he immediately pinned it above your head, indulging in your sinful moans.
“Hasn’t my big brother been taking good care of this pussy?” He nuzzled against the soft skin of your shoulder, for him, it was only normal that this happens, Sae should have anticipated it. He quickened his pace, fucking you with his fingers, the wet sounds of your juices only making him grow harder against his pants, precum already pearling on his tip.
He started nipping and sucking on your shoulder, he wanted to mark you, he wanted his brother to see who had been fucking you while he was away. Your hands threaded weakly into his dark hair, trying to push his head back.
“No marking.” You managed to mumble between two moans, “Sae will be coming in three days—Can’t have him see.” You were too ingrained in the moment that all you cared about was not getting caught.
Your words didn’t stop him, in fact, it only made him finger-fuck you harder, tightening the knot in your stomach. To hell with Sae, he wanted to show him who had been fucking you when he was away. Soon, your skin was turning crimson under his bites and kisses, all over your shoulder blades, your chest, your collar, but you were feeling too overwhelmed to tell him to stop,feeling too good to think of the consequences, especially when you were dangerously approaching your climax.
And then he stopped. You whimpered in weak resignation and he smiled at how powerless you were for him, taking pride in making his brother’s fiancée squirm under his weight. He pulled his fingers out of your pussy, making your walls clench around nothing then pushed his fingers in your pretty mouth, giving you a taste of your own sweetness.
He did it all as he ruthlessly looked down at you, as if you were some lukewarm cheap whore. The thought that he was ruining Sae’s perfect little fiancée, that in a few seconds, she’d be choking on his cock, only made him grow bigger.
He got up, teal eyes piercing through your whole being, then he commended with a firm voice “Get on your knees.”
You swallowed hard, sobering up, knowing what’s going to come next, you hesitated. You didn’t want to cross that thin line. You had slowly created that narrative in your head where you were just passive and not partaking in something morally wrong. So to suddenly engage in it, out of your own free will, could you do something like this? Something like cheating on your fiancé, and even worse, with his own brother.
His look was urging, so you obliged, as if you were a puppet. Sae had never been this demanding, this dominant with you, and you couldn’t deny that Rin was pushing all the right buttons. You couldn’t believe that your wet dreams were morphing into reality.
He freed his cock and tapped it against your cheek. You gasped at the size, he was bigger than Sae.
His eyebrow twitched at how eager you were, were you really fit to be his brother’s wife, he wondered. He pressed his tip against your lips, you opened your mouth as if on instinct, sucking him off greedily. He let out a sigh of pleasure, that was about how expressive he was. He groped a fistful of your head, guiding your pace, starting slowly and getting more and more needy, aggressive.
“Fuck–” he cursed, you were sucking him so well. “Is this why my brother is so crazy about you?.” His pace was getting messier, the room filled with the sound of you gagging and choking on his cock, making him closer to his release.
He pulled your head away with a fistful of your hair, then, with just one arm, he lifted you off the ground and threw you on the bed. He had to make sure to use your pussy too. His groans, his presence, his voice, everything about him drew you insane. He was like a darker side of Sae, he was morally messed up, he was a freak, and that made your pussy throb and drool over the sheets. He did not miss the indecent sight as he aligned himself with your hole.
“Tsk, you’re so fucking wet just from sucking me off?” His voice was laced with mockery, his words were followed by a thrust of the hips, pushing himself inside in one go.
Your eyes widened in shock, it hurt, you let out a plea, fingernails digging into his muscular back, leaving crimson crescents on the milky white skin. He gave you a few seconds to adjust to his size. Your teary eyes looked back at him, and you noticed how satisfied he looked, oh so satisfied, like a child who had just gotten a taste of a forbidden candy.
He looked so much like Sae, but also so different…He didn’t let you have any time to compare, he started pounding into your pussy with an aggressive pace, and somehow, his cock was reaching places Sae’s has never explored. You mewled and moaned, your desire to keep quiet already forgotten. You felt every vein of his cock, he was shaping your insides to him with every possessive thrust. His hand rested on your throat, lightly choking you, Sae never–
“Don’t think about him,” he said, “keep your eyes on me.” His words drove you insane, and the air deprivation was making you reach ecstasy. It did feel good to be fucked by your fiancé’s brother. Your pussy felt like heaven, it was as if your cunt was getting addicted to his cock. Your mind went blank for a second, too overwhelmed by the feelings, thighs desperately bucking against him. His grip loosened around your neck, trailing down to caress your boobs.
“We shouldn’t…” you said, more for yourself than for him, it was too late now, now that he was six inches inside of you. It was so wrong, but then, why did it feel so good? He threw your leg over his shoulder, pounding deeper into your pussy.
“Fucking bullshit.”, he cursed. His thrusts were getting more ruthless and faster, and all you could do was moan, totally ruined. You nearly cried from how overstimulated you were, as his free hand was now drawing tight circles on your clit. Your hands rested on his torso, trying to push him away so he would slow down, but did you really want to? It just felt so good.
“Slower, please…Slower.” And it was as if you asked him to go faster.
Fuck- you were so close. It was the first time you felt what craving was, you just needed him to fill you, no matter how wrong it was, it was driving you insane. Rin could see how needy you were and it was all clear in his mind, it was all going according to plan—making you addicted to his dick.
“I’m gonna” you bubbled. He slowed his pace sadistically, edging you, it was almost painful. He needed to remind you who made you scream like that, he had to make you beg for your release. Your legs were already shivering. “Please.”
“Uh?” He said, fingers lazily playing with your clit. It was taking him crazy control to not come from how tight your pussy was squeezing him, but he had to endure it, he needed you at his mercy. He needed you to want him more than Sae.
“Wanna come…” You gathered your words like a desperate prayer. He stopped his thrusts, stilling inside of you, his length molding perfectly against your walls.
“Didn’t my brother teach you some manners?”
He caressed your hair lovingly, but it felt like fake tenderness. He was getting off of it, fucking his brother’s fiancée without him knowing, visualising that he was the one making you come. The mention of Sae made your pussy squeeze him harder, it was hard to admit, but the thought of being used like a toy by your future brother in law was driving you crazy.
So twisted, and yet so exciting.
You tried to roll your hips to get more friction but his firm hand kept you immobile. He wanted you to say it, he wanted to humiliate you, and humiliate his brother through you. He was throbbing inside at the idea of possessing you, Sae’s lover. The look he gave you was cold, demanding :
“Ask for it properly.”His firm tone and the tightening knot in your stomach made you talk as if on hypnosis :
“Please keep going…please make me come..please”.
“My name, say it.” He rasped, as he started thrusting again inside of you. It felt so good, it was so hard to disobey him, but you felt like saying his name would actually be the point of no return, and yet, you did it, you did because you wanted him as much as you wanted his brother. Was it lust? Definitely, would you regret it tomorrow? Oh fuck yes. But in the heat of the moment, you could only scream his name.
“Rin—please—Rin-” Hearing you say his name definitely did something to his brain chemistry, his thrusts got more possessive, more territorial, he wanted to ruin you in ways you’d be begging for him to fuck you again, he wanted to ruin you for his brother, in a way you’d only be craving his cock and only his.
He groaned, then pulled out when he felt like he almost reached his limit. You looked at him with widened eyes, legs trembling for the orgasm you’ve been yet again denied.
“Head down, ass up.” He ordered. And that’s only when you noticed your ruined reflection on the closet’s mirror. You obliged, at this point, you’d have done anything for him, anything to get to come, hell, he’s been torturing you for so long.
He wanted you to look at him when he fucked you. He wanted to engrave his face in your memory. He groped a fistful of your hair, hitting it from the back. This position made you feel him deeper, you’ve been too shy to try anything like this with Sae, in fact, Sae was a pretty vanilla guy, and you would be lying if you said that you didn’t want to explore more things with him, but he was always so—phlegmatic.
But Rin was different, savage, he wanted to destroy that pussy of yours, to mark you as his. His hand dug so deep into your skin you were sure it would be living bruises by tomorrow, but you didn’t care, not when he was six inches buried inside of you. He was fucking you likee no one has ever before.
“Look at yourself” he breathed out. “Look at how pretty you look taking all of me.” he groaned. His stamina was crazy, soon enough you felt like you were coming undone under his praise. He definitely felt it, the way your walls sucked him in, as if not letting him go. He guided you through your climax, hitting all of these spots that made you melt while cursing under his breath. Your eyes rolled to the back as you came all over his cock screaming his name, and that was enough to make him go crazy on you.
Did he stop fucking you? Oh no, he didn’t, not until he painted your insides white, not until he filled you to the brim. He let go of your head and it fell weakly on the mattress, your legs were still shaking from your orgasm, but he kept going for you, overstimulating you, giving you no rest.
“Fuck it—I’m gonna come inside.” He was getting to his limit. He was impulsive, never thought much about consequences, just the desire to fuck his brother’s future wife. You tried to protest with a low groan, he couldn’t possibly? You and Sae were already trying for a child, you couldn’t let him ruin it all and come inside, could you?
But it was too late, as he cursed, filling you with his hot seed, he kept lazily fucking it back into you, he came with no word for you, no reassurance, nothing, as if he claimed you for himself, as if he hadn’t just turned your world upside down.
He then pulled away, cleaning himself without a look for you, he got up, as you looked at him. With his cum still dripping out of your pussy, he thought you were too easy, too half-baked for his brother. He buckled his belt back, and without leaving the room, he said “You better be ready, because this is going to be your daily life if you marry my brother.
your back hits the door with a soft thud, the wood creaking under the force of it, and you barely register the sound over the way he’s kissing you. like he can’t breathe unless he’s inside your mouth. like the only way to live right now is to devour you whole.
“megu—” your gasp gets swallowed by him, your lips already slick from the mess he’s making of you. his mouth is hot, wet, and hungry, tongue pushing past your lips with no hesitation. he kisses like he plays—messy and unrelenting, with every ounce of his heart poured into it, like it’s art and destruction all at once.
his hand snakes up behind your head, palm warm and steady, shielding you from the door, but it only makes him press harder. he kisses you like he’s still on the field, like you’re the goal and he’s starving for points. like he’s playing for his life.
you can feel the sting of adrenaline still clinging to him—the way his body trembles, not from exhaustion, but from high.
bachira meguru, the pro athlete; bachira meguru, who scored two goals tonight; bachira meguru, who took a fucking ball to the face just to do it—who didn’t even flinch when his nose cracked, who grinned wide with blood streaking his teeth as if he liked it.
you still see it, even now. the bright lights of the stadium. the deafening roar of the crowd. the way his eyes found yours in the stands, smiling even as crimson dripped down his lip.
and now—he’s here, with you, and you can taste that blood on your tongue, sharp and coppery and hot. there’s gauze stuffed hastily into his nose, crooked and not doing a very good job, because little streaks of red still trickle down the dip of his cupid’s bow, past his lip, down to your chin where he licks it off with a pleased hum.
“mmm, baby…” he moans, breath warm against your skin. “kept thinking about you, up there in my jersey—fuck, you looked so cute.”
you’re panting, chest rising and falling as he slips his other hand between your thighs without pause, like he’s been craving this all game. his fingers make slow, tight circles over your clit through your jeans and your knees buckle a little. he catches you before you slide, nudging your legs apart with his thigh, crowding you against the door with his entire body.
“took a ball to the face,” he says between kisses, voice slightly muffled as he grins, tongue licking the corner of your mouth again like he’s savoring both you and the taste of blood. “but i scored. sooo, all’s well, right?”
you’re shaking now. from the cold of the door, from the heat of him, from the way his fingers slip beneath your waistband and dip into your underwear, and then—inside you.
you choke on a breath. your hips jerk. your head falls forward to rest against his blood-damp shoulder. and he’s still grinning like a madman.
“there she is,” he murmurs against your ear, fingers curling just right, thumb still teasing your clit like it’s the final play of the game and he has to win. “fuck, i missed you.”
you grip at the collar of his jersey—his own jersey, the one you wore earlier in the stands and that he took off just to throw around your shoulders during the press conference. it still smells like his sweat, his shampoo, his win.
he smells like heat and stadium grass and blood and adrenaline. and under it all, him. the boy you love.
because bachira meguru is more than a star player.
he is sunlight in motion. a wild thing with joy in his veins and a fire that never goes out. he is gold and yellow and red. he is brilliant, untamed, and bright like a flare in the sky. your flare.
he’s eccentric, yes. loud, yes. a little strange, always. but he’s also warm. he’s the hands that hold you steady even when the world spins. the voice that cheers loudest when you doubt yourself. the heartbeat that never slows down—not even now, when he’s fucking you on his fingers in the entryway of your apartment, blood and spit and love smeared all over your mouth.
you moan his name—soft, high, shaking—as your body clenches around him and he feels it, like he always does. his eyes flutter shut and he nuzzles into your cheek, a blood-streaked sigh escaping his lips.
“mmh—there’s my girl,” he whispers, pressing a kiss just below your eye. “you always get so tight when i talk to you like this.”
your nails dig into his shoulder and he just smiles, pressing deeper, moving faster, until your breath is nothing but gasps and curses. he kisses every one of them off your lips, messy and sweet.
and when you finally come apart on his fingers, trembling and crying out into his neck, he groans. deep and needy.
he pulls his hand out slowly, almost reverently. and when he looks at you, eyes glowing like molten gold beneath the hallway light, you know—you know—he’s never loved anything the way he loves you.
he licks his fingers clean.
“fuck, i wanna eat you next,” he grins.
and with the way your legs feel like jelly, you know you’re letting him.
❥ Sub Bachira begging to fuck you midway through fucking your thighs!
He begged for this. Literally on his hands on knees begging to fuck your thighs. To have his cock wedged between them.
So why is he even begging for your pussy now?
Eyes glazed over with tears while soft, broken pleas leave his lips. His hands struggle to keep a grip on your thighs, "P-Please, baby– wanna fuck you–"
"You're the one who begged to fuck my thighs, Bachira? Why the sudden switch up?" You purr, the tease going straight to his dick. His nails dig deeper into your skin, "Pleeease–"
"We just started like... five minutes ago? Haven't even gotten the chance to enjoy it yet. Keep going."
He groans – annoyed – frustrated. But, he does what you say anyway, moving his hips again so he's fucking your thighs again, trying to grasp the warmth of your fleshy skin around his cock.
And, the way your thighs are clenching around his dick should be more than enough to get him off, but it isn't. It really isn't. It doesn't compare to your pussy at all. The heat isn't good enough for him. It isn't as wet as your pussy is. Isn't even as tight as you are.
"Pleasepleasepleaseplease–" He pleads, tears trailing down his face onto your stomach, "I want it–"
"Come on... not even fifty seconds before you're begging again, baby? Pussy has you that whipped?"
He nods, hands prying your thighs open to reveal your underwear, an obvious wet patch in the middle, "C'mon, please, y-you're soooo wet! You want this, too– fucking– just let me! Please! I want– need it!!!"
You roll your eyes before looking at him with a smug smile, giving him permission to finally fuck you, and he takes for granted, tugging down your underwear in a complete, sex-driven frenzy, sliding his cock into your wet cunt.
When his cock hits the very bottom inside of you, he's cumming. He couldn't help it. It's the fact that he finally got a taste of your pretty pussy after waiting so long fifteen minutes for it. It's the feeling alone that drove him faster to his orgasm.
"How cute. Pussy's really got a chokehold on you." You coo, and Bachira, too out of his fucking mind because of the orgasm he's just had, just lets out a pathetic whimper.
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onlyfans!oliver who thinks you’re so incredibly sexy, and just can’t seem to wait for the day he’ll get to fuck you on camera. he can help himself as he purchases a monthly subscription of your onlyfans late at night, fisting his cock at your solo videos, imagining himself making you moan like that.
onlyfans!oliver who meets you the next day, acting polite as ever like he wasn’t just masturbating to the thought of fucking you while watching you finger yourself on your onlyfans. you’re even more attractive in person, and he wastes no time asking you what you’re into, what kinks you have and what your boundaries are.
onlyfans!oliver who soon sets up the camera, eating you out like a starved man before fucking you. it’s definitely a surprise to both himself and his subscribers — he’s never posted a video of him eating a girl out, his content with other creators a usual fuck or videos of them sucking him off.
onlyfans!oliver who just has to make you come at least twice on his tongue before even considering himself. he can’t help but be addicted to your moans and the way your hips buck against his face. and it’s the gentlemanly thing to do, considering you’re his guest of the night.
onlyfans!oliver who finally gets to the main course, his hardened sliding inside you effortlessly with your sloppy pussy and oliver nearly cums straight away as soon as he’s inside you, having to hold himself back.
onlyfans!oliver who fucks you from behind, making you watch yourself get fucked by him through the camera. he’s always looking back to see your expressions through the camera lens, and he can’t help but groan at the way your face contorts and the moans that leave your lips.
onlyfans!oliver who doesn’t even realise how much he’s praising you as he fucks you, so drunk on your pussy as he snaps his hips over and over until your pussy is a fluttering mess around his shaft.
onlyfans!oliver who gives you the best orgasm you’ve experienced yet, your body shaking and writhing beneath his as those high pitched moans leave your lips. oliver can’t help the smirk on his face when he leaves you so fucked out of your mind. and he also can’t help his lips when he offers to shower together after your insane session.
onlyfans!oliver who knew what was going to happen, then fucking you so gently and sweet in the shower as your hands claw at his back. he knew he could be crossing a line, fucking you without the cameras and unknown to anyone else, but he honestly couldn’t care less.
onlyfans!oliver who so desperately wants to offer you to stay the night, but knows he can’t cross that line. he knows he has to remain professional, even if you were one of the best he’s ever had. so, he holds his tongue as you say your goodbyes.
onlyfans!oliver who can’t get enough of you after that, making sure to get your personal number before you leave and gently kissing your lips and saying, “we should do that again sometime.”
your two year old brother is absolutely obsessed with your boyfriend, rin.
every time he comes over your little brother is running to him and begging to be picked up. "rin-rin!!! uppies!! uppies!!" the the little boy would say loudly while both arms were up in the air, waiting for rin to pick him up. your boyfriend picks the little boy up and puts him on his hip. "how's my biggest fan doing?" rin asks your little brother. he can't help but have a little smile on his face at the sight of the boy's excitement to see him.
"yeah! i saw you on tv, rin-rin! you were so cool," the boy says. "i want to be just like you when i grow up!"
"you do now?"
"yeah!!! i wan't be cool just like rin-rin!"
as much as rin hates the nickname "rin-rin" he can't hate it when your cute little brother calls him that. just then you come walking out of the kitchen. "aw there's my two favorite boys." you walk up to them and give rin a kiss on the lips. "ewwww nee-san!! stop kissing my rin-rin!! he's mine!" your little brother pushes your face away from rin's with his hand. you let out a loud gasp. "rin ain't yours, he's mine! i knew him first" you stick your tongue out at the boy, causing him to stick his tongue out back at you.
rin lets out a little chuckle at the two of you. "come on now, there is enough of me for both of you." rin puts the boy down to give you a proper hug. "well dinner is ready so let's go eat." you say as the three of you go into the dinning room to eat dinner with your family.
a/n. i hc that rin is very good with kids and is more softer around them 😗 i cooked this up in like ten mins so it's probably bad
Rin confessing to you🦉
Headcanon written by the amazing @confessionsandcreampies!💖
Original Post
Itoshi Rin in Japanese actually means "emotionally constipated" (no, it doesn't)
I'm really afraid and self-conscious about this one AAAAAH
In MJ's headcanon, Rin hates admitting his feelings for you. After scaring you away, he tracks you down and confesses to you. In my head, I imagined him feeling desperate with the thought of you actually leaving and drew him in tears while confessing! Very emotional!! Did I overdo it???? Maybe I did! I'm sorry if I did!!!!
But it was so fun to draaaaw. I love MJ's stories and headcanons and Rin's confession made me weak!
Hope you like it!💖
Absolute ARTTTTTTTT . You are like everytime ofc. I love that it's the first time you draw Rin and you still managed to make it so emotional pure and beautiful <3 Good job Boo!!!
Can I request a read where reader is insecure of their eyebags- (or just has a HORRIBLE sleeping schedule as a coping mechanism) ^^ mainly Isagi centered bcuz he’s silly :D TYSMMM!! Have a nice day •3•
── .✦ ISAGI & NAGI: eyebags .ᐟ
(a/n: HAI BAE I SWAM THROUGHJ ALL MY REQUESTS JUST TO DO THIS ONE bc omg... i think... im getting eyebags...😰😰 AND OFC!!! 😋😋 HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT AS WELL LOVE YOU!!!💕💕💕🫶🫶🫶🫰🫰🫰)
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ IN WHICH, you need sleep .
⊹ FLUFF FLUFF FLUFFFF ᝰ x reader
ISAGI YOICHI ᝰ.ᐟ
── “(NAME), you've been looking more and more tired each day... what time did you sleep last night?" isagi couldn't help but notice your eyebags slowly getting more visible each time he saw you.
you gave him the best smile you were able to form despite being extremely fatigued. "just 5 a.m.," you tell him, as if it were nothing. his jaw drops and he sits beside you, where you laid your head down, facing him.
"i get up at 5 a.m. to run—why are you sleeping at that hour?" he moves the strands of hair that were covering your face with his thumb, putting it all behind your ear.
simply shrugging, you responded by saying, "that’s just when i sleep." and then a yawn escapes your mouth. you covered your mouth with your arm before rubbing your eyes. "i’m tired."
he almost chokes on nothing when you say that. "well, obviously? you’re not getting enough rest. you sleep for one hour per day!"
"so?"
he lets out an exasperated sigh, "that’s way too late for your body to handle."
"so?"
"so? it’s not good for your health!"
"so?"
your small replies were making him worry even more for you. he’s already looking out for you so much. "do you need help sleeping at night?"
"nah, i got it—“
he cuts you off, and doesn't really give you much of a choice. "call me, let's sleep on the phone tonight."
NAGI SEISHIRO ᝰ.ᐟ
── "SEI... i hate my eyebags." you tell the guy who's laying down on his back on the floor, playing some game on his phone.
"pew pew pew... ah, i lost..." he pouts a little bit. it seems like he didn't hear what you had said—let alone even know you were sitting right beside him.
you poke his cheek, and he finally averts his eyes over at you, realizing you were there. "hmm... yes?"
sighing, you point at your eyes. "do they look bad?"
nagi still has his phone in his hand, but he's staring right into your eyes, where he assumed you were pointing at.
"uhm, sei? why are you staring so intensely and for so long? you’re making me feel uncomfortable."
the white-haired male finally blinks. "your eyes are pretty."
"oh, uhm..." you rub your nape, "thank you! but, are my eyebags ugly? they’re getting pretty hard to hide..."
nagi takes another good look at you. he examines your entire face; you can see his eyes move up and down. "no." he flatly says before looking back at his phone.
"you’re not lying to me, right?"
"nuh uh." he shakes his head. you sigh in relief, "that’s good, now i need to know how to get rid of them..."
