NESSI. 8teen. blasian (ę„ę¬čŖ/eng). she/her. jiyan's personal dragon rider. wanshi's fave pillow. high priestess of scar's cult! also @jiyansthesis . previously vnmpior. interacts with @scarswifey. [n]sfw adytum. interact at your own will.
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cause i can't wait for you to shut me up .į basic dni criteria. no edblr/goreblr. no incest. no dark content. i am a minor who writes nsfw. only taking wuwa/pgr reqs atm.
The material was tight, but not overwhelming. His gentle hands kneaded the laces and tied them together firmly. Although not too comfortable, it wasnāt suffocating. In a suave motion, his digits ran over the corsetās front, pressing a chaste peck to your exposed neck.
āDonāt know how you could wear somethinā like this.ā He breathed out, his voice hardly above a whisper.
Of course, the dim-witted man understood nothing of beauty or its standards.
"You would say that," you say, smirking.
He chuckled lowly into your skin. After checking the laces for one final time, he spun you around, his calloused hands settling on your waist.
āWhatās that supposedāta mean?ā Arthur murmured, his gaze roaming leisurely up and down your figure.
"Beauty has rules, not that I'd expect you to know, you spend all your time around men"
He snorted in response to your comment, but a sly smirk was still plastered onto his lips. Taking a step closer to you, his grip on your waist tightened.
āYeah? And whatās so bad about hanginā roundā men?ā He questioned, his gaze flicking down to your cleavage in-between words.
You wrap a hand around the back of his neck, pulling the tie of your corset slowly, untying the front. "You tell me"
Your words and actions made him gulp, his adamās apple bobbing up and down. His gaze remained locked on the corset, and he found himself watching with hunger in his eyes as the fabric loosened.
He was a weak man when it came to you. Despite the fact that he never openly admitted it, he wanted you so much it hurt.
āDamn, sweetheartā¦ā He muttered, his fingers twitching against your waist.
"You tell me" you say again, pulling his hair just enough to make him look at you in the eye.
He winced softly from the tug on his hair, and his gaze flickered up to meet your eyes.
āYouāre too damn prettyā¦ā He mumbled in a trance-like manner, staring at your face with a sort of desperate longing.
He knew he was being vulnerable, and he was embarrassed by the words he just said. But the need to touch you and feel your mouth against his was too intense for him to deny any longer.
You tug at his hair again, smirking. "You're gonna be good for me, yeah?" You ask, voice low and seductive, pulling my corset off to reveal the shift underneath.
His breath visibly hitched as the corset fell to the floor with a quiet thump. He forced his gaze to remain locked on your face, but it was difficult.
āSweetheartā¦ā He murmured, his tone pleading.
His fingers clutched at your hips, and he had the urge to pull you closer. As close as physically possible.
"Mm mm" you say, disappointed "Be good"
He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, eyes fluttering at your words.
āPleaseā¦ā His low croons grew needier by the second. āLemme touch youā¦.ā
Arthur was desperate, craving your touch. There was no way he could wait for you.
"You are touching me, baby"
He let out a shuddering sigh at that. The word ābabyā sent a shiver down his spine, and only increased the desperation building up inside him.
āAināt enoughā¦ā He muttered, his hands gripping your waist tighter, and he pulled you flush against his body.
"I think its plenty" you smirk, teasing.
āYouāre a tease, ya know thatā¦?ā He growled lowly, his gaze sharpening with lust.
He ducked his head, nose pressing into the crook of your neck. He inhaled softly; the sweet, subtle scent of your skin driving him wild again.
men who couldn't resist your pouting face as you held up a frilly black dress, the fabric pooling around your hands. reluctantly, he took the maid dress with a sigh.
...
the lace hem of the dress ghosted your thighs with every slap of his hips against your cunt. drool trailed out your mouth as you buried the side of your face into the sheets. his strong thighs and muscular arms were contrasted by the dainty and feminine dressā the scene would've been almost laughable if you were able to process it.
his feral, sloppy thrusts caused squelching noises to echo around the room, some of your slick dampening his skirt. his abs tightened through the tight cloth as you tightened around him, eliciting a surprised groan.
your hands went from clawing at the sheets desperately to your face as if it would save you from his animalistic pace and detach you from the current situation. he nearly cooed at the sight, prying your arms away gracefully and pinning them to the side with one hand. he leans down to your flushed face, trailing open-mouthed kisses up your neck.
"you wanted me to wear a maid dress so i can serve you, and you can't even look at me now? maybe i should teach you a thing or two about respectā so be good and take my cock, okay?"
this is super short, quick, and self indulgent (i will forever headcannon scar as a thigh lover), coming out w/ a full length scar fic later but i needed to practice how to even write him... fem-bodied reader || i like thinking of scar as mean n loud in the bed yepyepyep
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scar pawed at your thighs, sharp nails catching in the thin fabric of your pure white thigh highs. his hair tickled your stomach as he shuffled in your lap, mismatched eyes gleaming up at you.
"y'know how much i love these on you, right sweetheart?" his fingers ghosted the sides of your legs, eliciting a shiver out of you.
you nodded, trying your best to stay focused on the movie in front of you to not miss any scenesć¼ but it was hard to when his fingers strayed to the apex of your thighs and stayed there. you glared down at him, only to be met with a cheeky grin and a seemingly innocent pout.
"don't distract me," you chided him, placing your attention back on the screen.
scar pouted, opting to instead play with his favorite clothing item on you, snapping the top band of the lacey cloth multiple times, the sound echoing with the background chatter of the movie. he became bored after a few minutes, one of his hands finding its way under your shirt. his cold gloved hands were not the only reason why you jolted, but how his head quickly left your lap and his unoccupied hand spread your legs apart.
"what are you doing?" you quipped, averting your attention back on the white-haired man.
"you're just so fucking hot in these," he nearly growled out as his hand under your shirt went upward to tug at your bra.
you flushed, realizing as you looked down that his pants looked unusually tight on him.
"are you seriously turned on być¼ my thighs?" you were incredulous, not understanding the sexual appeal of them to him. he didn't bother answering your question, too absorbed on his mission. he unclasped your bra, a finger flicking one of your nipples to earn a surprised yelp.
"gonna let me fuck your thighs, baby?" the end of his question nearly ended in a whine. "i've been wanting to ever since i saw you in these."
you whimpered at the lewdness of the statement, legs closing as a means to tame the growing heat in your tummy, but scar took a hold of your knees, his sheer strength preventing you from even moving your legs an inch.
"pleaseee," he gazed at you with puppy-like eyes, desperate. the sight alone had your pussy throbbing.
you slid your panties down as far as you could, to where his grip stayed on your knees. "as long as you fuck me right after."
as soon as you gave him consent, it was like you'd released a starving man. he effortlessly flipped you over so that'd he'd have a clear view of you back as you gripped the armrests of the couch. all you could hear was the shuffling of his clothes, jolting when you felt his fat cock rub against your drooling cunt.
"you don't know much i dreamed about this," he slowly rubbed his dick against your pussy, reveling in the little noises that escaped your mouth and the way you'd slightly hump against him. the fat of your inner thighs kept sucking him in with every thrust, which were becoming harsher with every moment.
he shamelessly moaned in your ear, clearly knowing what he was doing to you as he'd occasionally slip the head of his cock in your cunt and then take it out. the teasing led to tears pricking your eyes as you pleaded with him to finish inside you. slick dripped down your trembling thighs, a mix of his and your arousal.
"puh-pleasee," you moaned out as you clawed at the couch. "wan' you inside so bad."
his fingers tangled in your hair as he pulled your head back, causing you to cry out.
"y-you really want me to fuck this pussy? ya' sure?" he ferally growled into your ear.
"yes, yes, i need you," you babbled. he studied your tear streaked and hot face, deciding to flip you over and effectively fold you in halfć¼ knees up to your chest as he locked you in with the weight of his body.
"always so greedy," he enunciated the last word with a unannounced thrust into your puffy pussy, earning himself a surprised moan.
"haah- w-wait!" you reached out, your hands grasping onto air as he immediately began brushing against your cervix.
"taking me so damn well," he whined in appreciation as your spongey walls tightened around him. "love you and this pussy."
"all yours!" you mindlessly chanted, closing your eyes in embarrassment. he didn't like that, deciding to search for that spot in you that'd have you choking out moans against your will and your back arching.
he knew exactly when he found it, your mouth widening into an 'o' shape as you then quickly flung your arm over it to muffle your sounds.
"awwh, you're not gonna let me hear those cute little sounds of yours?" he frowned, hand splaying against the bottom of your stomach to feel his dick pressing up against it with every ram.
his own noises were almost pornographic, reverberating around the room and causing your cunt to clench on himć¼ to his amusement. he pried your arm away from your face, holding it above your head as his hips slammed against your clit.
you kept twitching as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten, your whines increasing in pitch and intensity.
"scar, m' gonna, m'gonnać¼ " you squeal out, pushing your head back into the sofa as your eyes nearly roll back, little droplets of drool trailing out your mouth. scar buried his head in your neck, biting down harshly as his hips stuttered.
"gonna let me cum inside, yeah?" he murmured against your neck, licking the little bruise his teeth caused.
you nodded fervently; your mouth unable to make any coherent sentences. chasing his own high with the newfound goal of breeding you, the way he cried out your name like an incantation.
with one last rough thrust, you felt him fill you up to the brim, creamy rings pooling around the base of his cock as his pace slowed to a stop. his shivers were almost incomprehensible, the only way you noticed them were because of his arms rapping around you and his chest pressed against yours.
with an exception for heavy breaths from both of you and the now uninteresting movie, the two of you laid in complete silenceć¼ until scar's hands found their way back to your quivering and wet thighs.
"did i ever tell ya' how much i loved these?"
PLEASE THIS IS SO BAD THIS IS JUST PRACTICE GUYS || reblogs appreciated!
so sorry to bother u guys but i just watched the first 12 ep of blue lock and have been thinking of this smutty imagine since like the third episode so lets go! (also, i dont have good characterization of him yet so bare with me! <3)
chigiri definitely lets you dress him up all pretty. do his makeup, paint his nails, do his hair, let him put on cute, girly clothes like skirts and dresses and extremely oversized stuff yk? he's pretty confident and will walk out the house with it on! so many people would think you're the one in control of the relationship, but they are so wrong.
he'll let you call him princess as he completely rearranges your insides, his cock -- cute, flushed pink tip like his hair, and slightly tilted left hitting every and all sweet spots inside your sensitive walls. and despite how cute he or his cock may look, he's a monster. especially when he uses his super strong legs to fuck you so fast you can't even think.
he'll hold your knee's underside as he pushes it to reach by your ears, just thrusting in and out at an insane pace as the mini skirt you put him in flows around his slutty waist, his abs dripping sweat onto your stomach. the tank top, a light pink one, doesn't hide is cute erect nipples from you, and if you were anymore conscious than how you are now -- you twinkling on the verge of awake and knocked out -- you'd reach for them.
and you do, shaky hands grabbing and rubbing at his nipples as he sets out a soft moan, almost a whimper. he quickly composes himself and flushes even more, using one hand to pin your hands above your head as your leg now rests on his shoulder.
you sometimes forget how fast he is, because he smirks and his hips slow for just a moment. you gasp, whine, try and call out to him with calls of his name and why?'s rolling off your tongue, but you lose your breath and he kisses you softly on the lips -- staining them with the pink strawberry lipgloss you put on him.
he pulls away from you, and starts thrusting harder, so much harder that before that the wet squelching sounds of your two sexes meeting drown out the moans that try to leave your lips but can't due to you being so out of breath. he groans, nearly growling as a gluttonous glint forms in his eyes.
he spits on your face, and it tastes like strawberries.
"be good and just take your princess's cock, mkay? just let him rearrange your guts so we can fall sound asleep together, got it baby?"
summary: itoshi sae grows another year older. it's nothing special. but it doesn't have to be as long as he has you.
warnings: gn!reader , pining , some angst , ends w/ fluff , sae-centric (ofc) , suggestive , weird lk bc sae is a little bit scared of getting older , word vomit , not proof read !!
word count: 2.5k
a/n: sae last month sae again this month maybe it will be sae next month too at this rate. jk this was bc its his bday and yk i had to this is literally my bf guys
His apartment is silent, almost stiflingly so. Sae lays in bed, sheets messily covering his frame. There are goosebumps littering his arms and legs, a result of the slight chill from the early morning, but he doesn't make an attempt at warming himself up.
He knows the date without having to check. Around this time every year, a tightness builds in his lungs until it becomes hard to breathe. The incessant, suffocating feeling of a heart trying to escape. It has happened every year since he was thirteen, and yet, Sae is still not accustomed to it.Ā
With intense reluctance, he drags himself out of bed, sluggishly making his way through brushing his teeth and washing his face. Briefly, he wonders if there's even a point in getting ready for the dayāhe won't be doing anything meaningful, most likely wasting time through different forms of media until the moon greets him and he's too tired to stay awake any longerābut he recalls you saying you'll be around. The thought of you eases some of the pressure held deep within his chest and Sae meanders into his kitchen, hunting through his fridge for the leftovers from when you cooked for him the day before.Ā
He deviates from his morning routine, as though there isnāt one to follow at all, and it reminds him of when he was only just a child, alone and overwhelmed in a shoddy apartment in Spain. He used to struggle with sleepāit never came to him easily. Back then, Sae would toss and turn in bed, feeling the springs of his cheap mattress dig into the sore muscles of his back and shoulders. The sun would rise far too soon and he'd chase the fatigue away with whatever he could, usually a cup of coffee that was too bitter to be enjoyable to a thirteen-year-old. Not many knew of his birthday. His parents would send a card that always arrived three days too late. Sae's own teammates never knew and so he had grown, ageing alone, growing up alone. Resentment floods his head and his thoughts swim, struggling to stay afloat.Ā
When your message comes ināa very simple, basic, 'Happy Birthday' with a kaomoji following itāSae grounds himself in the present.
The sky slowly shifts from purple night to a vibrant orange. Sae sits on his cold laminate floor and watches; the sky is now a muted blue, wispy clouds covering the sun as rain pours steadily. The weather is beginning to dip as the summer season leaves and makes way for autumn. The tulip trees just outside of his apartment have already begun to change colours, leaves trembling in the wind in shades of yellow, orange, and red.Ā
And Sae is going through changes tooāgranted, they are subtle ones. These days, he feels he has become more yielding. He has become more retrospective, spending more time with and by himself, and the vapidity he used to brandish like a sword has grown less frequent. Timeāthe wear and tear of a few years and the mistakes that come withāwill shift and sway the tides of a person; Sae is no exception. These changes are for the better. He only thinks so because thatās what you tell him.Ā
Change can be good.Ā
The thought of his birthday leaves him insensate. With the way he used to be, Sae finds it increasingly difficult to simply be; to rest and to relax; to free his person from the way he had moulded himself to be back when surviving was the only thing on his mind. Off-days are spent simply wasting time, unless you come around and give him something to do. (In that regard, Sae needs you. When he lacks purpose, you freely give him one. And, greedily, he takes and takes.)
While he still lived in Spain, in that apartment with the peeling wallpaper and broken window latch, he tried celebrating his first birthday away from home. Sae had known he would be completely alone for it all since he hadnāt met anyone he deemed close enough to invite. He wasnāt sure if he wanted people in his apartment anyway.
After another gruelling practice, despite the throbbing ache in his muscles, he left to get himself a cake; he bought the cheapest single slice sitting in a refrigerated display and took it home, shelving it away in his fridge for later. It went uneatenāSae grew unexpectedly busy and missed out on his birthday, though he wasnāt missing much at allāand the sweet treat, topped with a chocolate drizzle, began to rot. Mould grew into the spongy slice, dotting the cream-coloured cake in spots of deep, dark green. A sort of fungal web had formed between the slice and the plate it was resting on; it was repulsive in every way.Ā
Sae recalls the nauseating sight as he sits and waits on your arrival. He stopped celebrating his birthday after that. His adolescence was a pained one, coming of age in a foreign country with foreign people and no one around who really knew him. And though heās older and consequently wiser, on occasion, Sae feels heās still that boy who spent his birthday nursing a deep bitterness for the world. Meeting you had led to his unravelling; you entered his life in the most unassuming of ways and left utter destruction in your wake. Unfortunately, you are none the wiser. His mother had called you āgood for himā in that tone of voice she uses to encourage him and his younger brother.
In the two years heās known you, Sae has contemplated and thought over the idea of making a move. He longs to hold you, run the pad of his thumb over the apple of your cheek until you laugh from the feather-light touch. You are everything he is not: compassionate, kind, your gaze never sharp and your words never hurtful. And you let him snarl, bite, and snap at you until he learned to trust you; until he grew to be comfortable under the gentle sweep of your fingers carding through his hair during restless nights.Ā
Youāre bringing him cake. You told him so a few days prior, standing in his kitchen in the apron he bought for himself thatās worn more often by you.
(āWhat would you like to do for your birthday?ā you question quietly, resting the potato in your hand atop the marble. You pare it gently, holding it in your palm as you peel off its thick skin and Sae watches with a desirous gaze.Ā
āI donāt know.ā He rests more of his weight onto the counter placed at one end of his kitchen, still watching dutifully. Youāre cooking for him again; itās become somewhat commonplace for you to do so. He had insisted that all this was unnecessary, perhaps a bit unkindly the first time around, but you never seemed to take any of it to heart. Or to listen to him.Ā
āHm,ā you hum, running the potato under some water. āWill you be going home?ā
Sae is quick to answer with a no. Itās not that he doesnāt want to see his familyāitās been a long time since heās gone back to Kamakura and some part of him believes it would do him some goodābut he canāt face his family. Not right now, when things are uncertain between him and his brother. You donāt press the issue and let his mumble of disagreement fizzle into silence.Ā
You cut the potato into long vertical slices. Sae watches and waits. Heās hungry, always is when it comes to anything you make; when it comes to you too.)
Sae doesnāt really like sweet things, and neither do you, finding frosting to be much too sugary for your tastes. But you like cake and Sae likes anything you make.Ā
The morning slinks by, Sae doesnāt do anything notable. Heās sprawled out on his couch with wisps of magenta in his eyes, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram on a fake account. His own post greets him in his feed, posted by his PR team for his birthday. He skims through the caption. Itās obviously written by someone else trying their best to mimic Sae. The comments donāt seem to pick up on the subtle nuances lost in the paragraphāthey all wish him well on his birthday instead. When heās bored of that, Sae puts on an episode of a show you mentioned a while back.Ā
Your arrival is punctuated with a flurry of knocks that shatter the silence pressing into the corners of Saeās flat; you arrive like a crash of thunder, matching the torrential downpour. He curls his hands into fists, thumb tucked beneath his fingers and nearly trips over his feet as he makes his way to the door.Ā
Youāre soakingāraindrops sliding down the side of your face, hugging the curve of your cheeks in a way that leaves Sae feeling envious. Your shirt clings to your frame. Sae looks just past you instead, a striking warmth gathering at the nape of his neck. You have his cake and you smile as he steps back to let you inside. Shivering, your teeth chattering, you thrust the box holding the cake towards him and your smile never once falters.Ā
He takes the box from you, fingers brushing against yours. āIāll get you a towel,ā he mutters quickly, hurriedly as he turns his back towards and runs off like a nervous creature retreating into its shell. His heart jumps, shakes, and tremblesāskittish as it makes its rounds around the confines of his ribcage.Ā
Sae returns to find you seated on the floor in front of his balcony, watching the rain. Youāve taken off your shirt, leaving it in a wet heap to your right. All he can really do is stand there lamely, tracing the dip of your spine and the way your shoulder blades sit; where your wings would have been. You notice him out of the corner of your eye, āI hope you donāt mind.ā And when he thinks you mean your half-nakedness, you nod at the shirt. āIt's getting water on your floor but I was feeling really cold.āĀ
Sae bends down and dries your hair, carefully patting it with the towel. He tries to catch the water running down your face, wiping over your cheeks and nose when you sniffle. You crane your neck forward, āHere too, please.ā He flounders, heat dancing along his cheeks, but he obeys.Ā
āWhat will you do today?ā you ask, although he thinks you must know his answer. Sae doesnāt answer you until he leaves and returns with a shirt for you. (An old jersey of his, the design no longer in use. He likes that it says āITOSHIā along the back. He likes the way your body morphs the lettering as the shirt hangs from you.)
Sae sits across from you, āI donāt know. Itās just another day.ā Itās trueāhe doesnāt think much of his birthday. Hardly makes a fuss or tries to celebrate. He just lets the day begin and end and wakes up the following morning feeling just a bit older. You draw your knees up your chest and laugh softly, in the way that makes his chest feel tight; in the way that leaves his lungs squeezing.
āLetās have the cake.ā
The cake is eaten together: you with a towel laid over your shoulders and your hair ruined from the rain, and Sae with his bangs down. He's nervousāalways is when it comes to you, his right leg bouncing up and down. You cut a thin slice, then halve it. Sae reaches for the smaller half only to have it stolen from him at the last minute. Your eyes carry a mirthful glow that Sae can't bear to look at for too long, so he stares at the way the airy whipped cream coats your fingers.Ā
You reach over the table, balancing yourself with one hand. "Let me," you coax, holding the slice just a few centimetres away from his mouth. Sae furrows his brows, breath caught in his throat as his eyes dart from your outstretched hand to your face, and then back again. The cream is starting to melt due to your body heat and you frown as some of it spills onto the table. āHurry up,ā you tell him, lips tilted downward. āBefore the whole thing melts.āĀ
Thereās a growing want for you, Sae feels it right there with the muted sunlight painting your face with a warm glow. This feeling he carries deep withināone he cultivates with every passing fantasy behind closed eyelids and with daydreams he dwells on while drinking teaāis honestly reprehensible. Who is he to want you? To need you?
Youāre still waiting, so Sae tilts his head to the right and leans in, taking the half-slice from your fingertips. His teeth graze your skin and he makes a fist beside his shaking leg. Itās all he can do to keep his thoughts from going astray; to keep himself from picturing the way your flesh may give under his touch; to stop himself from having his way with you on this table. (A birthday gift, he muses.)Ā
āItās not too sweet, is it?ā you frown, scrutinising the cake. Itās only then that he remembers he is not alone, and that the person he finds himself craving is sitting across from him. You must have taken his silence as him being displeased with the cake.Ā
Sae shakes his head, āItās perfect.ā You grin and his next words stick to the roof of his mouth like sticky caramel candy. āI would have spent the day alone if you hadnāt come over.ā He averts his gaze when he feels his tone begin to grow weak. Your hand is resting close to hisāhe could reach your pinkie in mere seconds but he doesnāt.Ā
You do it for him. āNever alone as long as you have me, Sae,ā you tell him, still kind, but firm. Like you want him to believe you wholeheartedly. Your pinkie curls around his, tight like a promise. Your touch burns but he craves it all the more.Ā
Sae is not sure what compels him to do itāperhaps itās disbelief that he isnāt spending his birthday in solitude for once. He half expects you to disappear should he blink. He loves you. Itoshi Sae is in love with you and one day, he will tell you, but today he reaches for you instead.Ā
The table between you both separates you, digs in just below his ribs, but the feeling is just an afterthought. You donāt question him, nor do you make a face at him. You allow yourself to be held in his hands, palms pressing against your face, his skin sweaty and cold. You're soft, fuzzy around the edges like a figment of his imagination, but he knows that you are real. You are real and you are here with him now, eyes shut and a gentle smile playing on your lips.Ā
"Happy birthday, Sae" you whisper.Ā
Indeed, today he is happy.
truthfully idk how to feel abt this every single sae fic i write ends up being me processing something thru sae like a weirdo and this one is no exception; can u tell i'm scared of turning 20 yes or no
ā§Ė*Ā°ąæ : 18+ only, no minors.Ā Ā ā§. ā āplug!ryusei shidou x f!reader
Genre: smut
Notes:Ā iiiiiii want him n need him desperately ā” i made him icky, manipulative and dress like pete davidson
warnings: 18+, (soft?)dom!shidou, sub!reader, dubcon, drug use (weed), blowbacks/shotgunning, reader has pubes!, ryusei has a gold tooth, virgin!reader, corruption kink, dumbification?, fingering, blowjob, head pushing ā”, male masturbation, use of nii-chan (not referring to ryusei), slight dacryphilia, shush!kink, praise, pet names, cum eating ā”, he calls your pussy 'her', slut used once.
words: 7.1k
āNo way am I coming over. Your big brother would kill me.ā
Ryusei canāt stop himself from smirking when he can hear your attempt to conceal a whimper. And he just knows thereās a plump little pout on that pretty little face on the other end of the line.
Heās been dealing to your brother for years, theyāre basically best friends if you subtract the client aspect from the equation. They smoke together, theyāre always hanging out and Ryusei isnāt a stranger to the apartment you and your brother share.
āHow did you even get my number anyway, darlinā? Reaaaal naughty of ya to be calling me like this. Gonna be in big trouble if I tell your nii-chan.ā he tells you. And this time you hear the smirk behind his voice. Heās teasing you. Heās toying with you, but you still canāt stop yourself from becoming paralysed with fear.
āHe gave me it for emergencies! Please donāt tell āim!ā you sigh. āHeās on some weekend work trip because heās tryna get a promotion. Iām just lonelyā¦ā
āAwe, and why is that my problem?ā he asks, harshly. It takes you aback slightly though your determination doesnāt falter. You take a deep breath and try to formulate a response in your mind.
āYou guys are always havinā fun togetherā¦ but you never let me join in. I wanna have fun with you too, Ryuseiāā
āNo.ā
āButāā
āI said no.ā he stands firm and shows no signs of backing down. He hears the little deflated exhale you release, and he licks his lips as he thinks. He doesnāt want you to be sad, but he knows fucking around with a clientās sister behind his back is a stupid fucking idea. āYouāll be alright on your own. Why donāt you invite one of your friends over.ā
āW-Wellā¦ I just wanted to see you.ā you tell him, honestly. āIā I wanted to try smoking with you.ā
He chuckles when he hears that. It hasnāt been a discreet crush youāve harboured since you saw him for the first time. You may have thought otherwise, but Ryusei has always known. He kisses his teeth and laughs again as he thinks about this tantalising proposition being thrown onto his lap.
āYouāre really tryna get into trouble this weekend, huh? Do you always invite drug dealers over?ā he wonders, knowing the answer already. He knows youāre a good girl who always does as her nii-chan says. But today you want to let your hair down. Today you can let your hair down because he isnāt here for the whole weekend. You can be a little naughty and reckless and have some fun for a change. āAre you that lonely, baby? Jusā want some company?ā
āā¦ Y-Yes. ām lonelyā¦ā your lower lip wobbles as you think about being in the same apartment all by yourself for the next two days. Youāre fine now, itās only 12:30pm. But what about when it gets dark out? Youāre a stupid girl who lets her mind run wild with the possibilities of ghosts and home invaders. Youāve seen one too many horror movies while your brother and Ryusei are high in the front room for no regard to your taste in genre. You hate horrors but youāve seen so many thanks to them. And now your mind is racing. What if you got kidnapped or killed for the fun of it? āI donāt wanna be alone, Ryuseiā¦ ām so scared.ā
He grits his teeth, resolve crumbling as he thinks about you all alone in the apartment heās spent so many nights in. So many pointless nights where he could have been out making more money or fucking a multitude of girls who donāt hide their attraction for him. So, is he really about to sacrifice the same for you?
Lonely, frightened, you?
āWell, we canāt have that, can we? Iāll be there in twenty.ā
Now that heās here youāre not sure what you were thinking. Youāve never smoked before. Youāve not even had a sip of alcohol before! But you know drugs are Ryuseiās whole life right now. Selling, buying and occasionally consuming. He locks the door behind himself as he enters. Heās wearing a wide grin as he comes in and approaches you.
He thinks youāre just the sweetest little thing.
Your feet walk you backwards as he gets closer to you, lunging forward to grab you when you almost trip over your pink Kirby slippers that your brother got you for your most recent birthday.
āClumsy girl.ā he grins, gripping into the fat of your underarms. He leads you over to the couch and more or less throws you down onto it. He dumps his backpack on the coffee table. āWhat time does your brother come home, sweetheart?ā he asks, not even looking your way as he takes out his belongings and spreads them out on the table.
āUhāā you think, eyes squinting as you look up at the ceiling and try to act natural. āMondayā¦ morning.ā you tell him.
āWell, Iām sure he wonāt mind if I keep you company ātil he gets back, right?ā
āR-Rightā¦ā you arenāt so sure about that, but youāre hardly going to disagree with him. Though in truth, he knows heāll be furious. But the time he cared about your pathetic brotherās opinion has been and gone. What kind of man would he be if he left a poor defenceless thing like you all on your lonesome in such a sketchy part of town?
He grins when he sees your dumb expression. Of course youāre not understanding anything he says. All you need to know is that youāll be okay because heās here to look after you. Heās here to take you through it.
You watch him as he grinds it up in a tall metallic grinder. And seeing him roll is like witchcraft to you. Itās not like itās the first time, but itās the first time youāve seen it up close. Your nii-chan always exiles you to your bedroom when theyāre rolling and smoking. Youāre only allowed out once theyāre high, though itās never stopped you peaking from the crack of your door.
Your eyes widen in disbelief as he holds eye contact with you while he licks the paper. Suddenly youāre looking anywhere but in his direction. Heās revelling in it, making you so uncomfortable and shy. You really are sweet ān innocent, huh?
āHere.ā he hands it to you, his voice earning your attention and you look into his pink eyes before they drop to the blunt in his hand. You look back at him, confused, and he finds himself adjusting the baggy shorts heās wearing in hopes that you havenāt noticed the way his cock jumps when you tilt your head so stupidly. āWhat? This is what you wanted.ā he speaks, his defensive tone surprising you.
āButā¦ I donāt know what Iām doing. Iāve never smoked beforeā¦ā
āNever? Not even a cigarette?ā he asks.
āNothingā¦ never smoked or had a drink or even been to a party. Nii-chan is too protective.ā you pout. He wants to fucking ruin you. Youāre so fucking cute and stupid he thinks he might cum in his underwear just from hearing you speak. Youāre so obedient and it makes you so fucking stupid. As if you arenāt a grown woman who could get her own apartment and do whatever she wants. āWill you show me?ā you speak, cutting through his thoughts.
He nods, effortlessly. He lounges back into the couch, legs spread wide as he lets the blunt balance between his lips. Itās lit instantly, and you canāt believe what a pro he is. Heās got one of those stupid lighters. The ones with the metal bit you have to spin with your thumb rather than one of the plastic ones you just push down. You can never use them. Your brother always lends them to you when you want to light a candle, but he always ends up lighting them for you.
āGet me somethinā to use as an ashtray.ā he tells you, itās a rude demand rather than a request. But his lack of manners doesnāt stop you from immediately jumping to your feet and rushing over to the kitchen sink. You just washed your brotherās ashtray this morning. You smile happily as you hand it to him, clearly willing to do anything he asks whether heās polite about it or not.
He takes a few more drags and flicks the ash every so often. And when heās halfway through, he looks at you, expectantly.
āYour turn.ā he tries to hand it to you again. You take it, and you flinch as he also forces the lighter into your palm. āYou didnāt invite me over just to watch me smoke, did you? What, are you trying to take advantage of me?ā he laughs, running his tongue along his top row of teeth. His golden canine twinkles at you, halting you from speaking for longer than youād intended.
āItās not like that! I justā Iām nervous, and I hate these lighters.ā you explain. You stiffen as he rolls his eyes and adjusts his body, angling it to face you. His stare is harsh, bordering on agitated. Itās only fair, you think. He hadnāt planned on spending his day babysitting you or showing you how to do something so simple. āām sorry.ā you speak, itās so quiet he almost doesnāt hear it. Almost.
āOpen up.ā he commands. Youāre confused at first, and before you know it his rough thumb is tugging at the fat flesh of your lower lip. āI said: open up.ā
You clear your throat and angle your body in a similar way to him. Although youāre nowhere near as tall or intimidating as him. Youāre like a sullen little dormouse, respecting the orders of your master. Your lips part ever so slightly as he places the blunt between them. Your lips close around it, keeping it perched firmly between them. He can see lip gloss residue smearing on the paper; his depraved mind is going into overdrive. His lewd thoughts encompassing him, he needs to break free and focus on you before you start to ask more silly questions.
He tucks your hair behind your ears and away from your face. A brief thought crosses his mind of how embarrassing it would be to get caught by your brother because he singed your fucking hair.
āDonāt just suck it, yeah? Breathe it. You wanna feel it go in your chest, alright?ā he asks you, it sounds like a reminder. Like heād already told you this and heās making sure you are listening this time. Itās hard not to when all you can focus on is him. How heās staring at you. How he smells like cheap aftershave and weed. The smell of weed is revolting, truth be told, you arenāt sure how youāre going to be able to inhale it without gagging.
He flicks the lighter a few times and keeps an eye on your expressions and your breathing to make sure youāre doing it right. You look terrified.
And he likes it.
Your eyes get wider and wider the more you inhale, and heās worried they might pop out of that pretty head of yours. You suck and you breathe in as much of the earthy smoke as you can until it embraced your lungs like an invader claiming its new home. He canāt hide his laughter when you begin to choke, realising you are the good girl youāre claiming to be and absolutely have never smoked anything in your life.
āEverything hurts.ā you tell him, still coughing and sputtering out lingering smoke as your eyes water. āIt tastes like shitā¦ā you continue, covering your mouth as you canāt stop yourself from choking anymore. He gets up, handing the ashtray to you to balance the blunt in and he flees the scene of the crime without a word. He returns a few moments later with a glass of water, he even added in a few ice cubes for you.
āThink youāre all grown up because youāve had your first puff?ā he wonders, āNever heard you swear before, darlinā.ā he finishes as he hands the glass to you.
āI swearā¦ Iām allowed to swear, Ryu.ā you answer defiantly.
Cute, he thinks. You really are trying to sound all big and bad for him. But heās never going to take you seriously after that little display, youāre just a little girl trying to act tough. A cute girl trying to be the cool girl.
But you both know youāre far from cool. A cool girl wouldnāt care so much about pleasing her brother and being a good girl for him. A cool girl would do whatever she wants without fear of the consequences.
At least youāre trying, he thinks.
You glug and you glug until you soothe the suffocating dryness in your chest. Heās transfixed on a droplet of water clinging to the corner of your mouth, unable to tear his gaze as it begins to run down your face. And he canāt think of a cuter sight than you still trying to be the cool girl, wiping it away with the back of your hand before he can notice despite it being much too late for that.
āC-Can I do some more?ā you ask him, big wet eyes blinking at him as you hope heās still willing to guide you.
āThink you can handle it?ā he asks. āGet some more water.ā he commands, not even letting you answer first. Itās probably the right call, though, youāre hardly going to be accustomed to the feeling of smoke contaminating your insides after one heavy inhale.
You follow his pathing from moments before, getting yourself some water and fresh ice cubes before returning and facing him again. You drink so much; he grabs your wrist and moves the glass away from your lips before you down the whole thing.
He lets out a heavy breath as he holds the blunt and sees how your lips immediately part for him this time without being asked. Fast learner. His thumb pulls at the metal wheel twice, each time it sounds make your eyes flicker further open.
āBreeeathe.ā he demands, and you obey. You take it waaaay better this time, holding it for longer after he pulls the lighter away and takes the blunt from your lips. āThatās it, atta girl.ā he smiles as you slowly exhale, only coughing a little bit. Your little hands are immediately reaching for the glass of water you set down moments before.
āI feelā¦ā you try and think, eyes darting around the room in search of the right words to use. Your eyes close without your permission, humming happily as you embrace the feeling, a cheery smile visible on your face. āWeirdā¦ā you giggle, deeming it the only appropriate word that springs to mind.
āIs that right, baby? Feelinā weird?ā
āMhmm.ā you sigh, dreamily, letting the feeling consume you wholly. You want to melt into the couch beneath your thighs; and you involuntarily begin to lean back into the plush leather before Ryusei stops you. āMy eyes are hurting, Ryuseiā¦ā
āMm, Iāll bet. Theyāre all bloodshot, princess. Think youāre high.ā he smirks.
āWanā some more.ā you tell him, reaching to take the blunt from his hold. He moves his hand away. The fat, brown joint just out of your tired reach. And fuck he canāt stop his cock from twitching when you don that pout. That pretty little pout that you canāt stop yourself from displaying any time youāre disheartened. āPālea, p-pleaseā¦ā your lower lip juts out further.
āCāmere.ā he instructs you, his empty hand patting at his adjacent thigh. He sees the hesitation in your eyes. The little protest lodged in your throat as you think what a bad idea this could be. Why does he want you to sit on his lap? Your heart is racing with possibilities. Is he going to try and kiss you? Or is it simply an easier position for him to help you smoke? āMove, baby, now.ā his voice is firm, almost scary. Your movements are slow, but you find yourself moving on his order regardless.
You go to him, but he stops you as you try and sit nicely in his lap. It isnāt quite what he had in mind. He doesnāt want to baby you like the princess you want to be for him. Youāre like a ragdoll as he positions you, limbs loose beneath his touch until you realise youāre straddling him. His legs are spread wide, relaxed, and youāre hovering above him a little.
āOpen your mouth fāme.ā youāre like a robot, complying with each and every command he issues without hesitation.
Youāre too good, too perfect. And Ryusei Shidou is quite the opposite; heāll ruin you if you arenāt careful.
But right now, you couldnāt care less.
Your dewy lips part, wider than they had earlier until Ryusei seems satisfied. Heās relieved youāre only hovering over him, or youād have definitely felt the way his dick twitched at the sight of your pudgy lips widening for him.
He relaxes, fully, his own eyes becoming more bloodshot as the minutes go by. Weed doesnāt affect him like it used to, not in the way itās affecting you. But heās calm. All of his thoughts are collected, and he feels at peace. Itās probably the reason heās being so brazen and not giving a second thought to the consequences of being with you anymore.
While youāre waiting for his vision to be realised, while youāre waiting for the reason as to why he wants you in this position with your lips spread, he lights up the blunt once again. You watch him through a heavy-lidded stare as he takes a hefty inhale.
You sense him planning something, the cogs whirring sinfully in his mind as he looks between your eyes and your lips as he inhales the smoke deeper and deeper into his lungs. He rests his arm over the rest of the couch, harbouring zero consideration for the potential ash staining the cream carpet below.
He tries to close the distance between your bodies, and you instinctively jolt away from him, your lips clamping shut just as quickly. As much as he wants to smile, to laugh, his lips remain neutral and sealed. His empty hand holds the small of your back. His fingers drift, trailing up the column of your spine. He flattens his palm between your shoulder blades, pushing your face and body closer to his. His right hand remains between your shoulder blades, the other coming around to tug your viscid lower lip until your mouth is ajar. He leans in, closer. The closest heās ever been to you in the entire time youāve known him.
He's going to kiss you.
Your heart is thumping, the intense beating, hammering your heart through blood, muscle tissue and flesh. Your eyes close instinctively, and at that, he does smirk.
His eyes alternate between yours, and your gloss covered lips. And then his are ghosting yours, not close enough to touch but not far enough for you to not feel their presence. His gaze becomes heavy, lustful as he observes you. Heās fixated on how you react as he blows the smoke from his lungs into yours.
Your eyes widen as you realise he isnāt kissing you, but your mind is hazy as you realise what he is doing. His lungs shrink as he empties them, but he doesnāt move. He smiles, though, and you fucking feel it. Heās waiting patiently to see just how desperate you are for him to kiss you.
Your breathing is intense. He can hear each breath you take through your nose as you try and compose yourself. You try and calm down and hide your burning shame from him. He knew what youād assume and chose not to correct you. Just to see you squirm.
But you want to kiss him.
You want him to kiss you.
He chuckles lightly when he sees a nervous little gulp plummet down your throat, heās sure if he blinked he would have missed it. He wonders if your eyes always vibrate so intensely when youāre nervous.
āDid you like that?ā he whispers, his lips still inching away from yours. You feel each and every breath it takes for him to speak that sentence.
āYeahā¦ā
āYeah?ā
āMmā¦ mhmmā¦ā you nod, eagerly and yet somehow still awkwardly. āDā Can you do it again?ā you whisper. Itās so meek and downright precious he can feel pre fucking ooze out of his tip.
He adjusts his position, nodding, his lips almost catching yours but not quite before he pulls away to smoke some more. Your lips part beautifully and heās smiling sinisterly yet again. His hand travels from your back to hold the crown of your head, you canāt back away this time, not that youād want to. Heās keeping you in place as he slowly begins to puff smoke past your desperate lips.
You moan, involuntarily, as you feel your mind cloud and your body grow wearier. But still, you canāt get enough. You canāt fully satiate your desires of intoxication. Not with drugs. Not with attention. Not with touch. You need him. More of him.
āBaby?ā you hear him mumble, his lips clumsily toying with yours as he refuses to fully close the gap between them. āI think ya wanna kiss me.ā
You squeak, almost, a high pitch whine sounding through your nose as the uncomfortable statement surges through you. Were you so pitifully obvious the whole time? You lean in closer, attempting to close the separation between you. But he pulls away, ever the tease, and he canāt help but relish the whimper that claws its way up your throat.
āYou ever even kissed anyone?ā he asks, closing the gap once again. āYāknow, since youāre such a good girl.ā
You feel the tips of your ears and face begin to sear with heat, embarrassment flooding through your blood. You nod, defiantly, doing all you can to assure him youāre not the big loser he seems to think you are.
āI haveā¦ āve had boyfriends beforeā¦ Ryuā¦ā you tell him, though itās still a little humiliating.
āSo,ā he starts, his hand holds your hip as he adjusts himself slightly. Thumb stroking your side calmly, despite his cock driving ever so gently into your core as he moves. Not hard enough to set off alarm bells, but just enough to leave a lasting impression. He bites lip and releases it just as fast as his eyes rake over you, and you feel so small under his stare, despite him being the one looking up at you. His fingers weave and comb through your hair until he gets a tight enough grip. Your noses are touching before he tilts his head, your lips barely lingering on one anotherās as you each fight against fully committing. āIf I kiss you right now, itās gonna be worth my time?ā he whispers.
In truth, itās been a while since you kissed anyone. You havenāt had a boyfriend since high school and that seems like a lifetime ago now. But you donāt want to go another second without feeling his lips fully pressed against yours. So, you nod. Itās weak and unconvincing, but you nod anyway.
Itās enough for him. In truth, he wouldnāt have cared if youād never been kissed before. Heād be more than happy to teach you, though heās sure heāll teach you plenty anyway. Heās going to turn you into a masterpiece; one that has been created only for him to enjoy.
His lips slot against yours and itās like an explosion. Youāve been fucking starved for him, and you can barely remember to breathe as it intensifies. Suctioning sounds repeat as you kiss without stopping. Neither of you remember to come up for air until youāre gasping.
Your lips part divinely as his tongue pushes past them and itās so rapturous as your little wet muscle meets his. He groans, loudly, as he licks and swipes all while youāre moaning pathetically into his mouth. He bets your soaked, heās rock hard and leaking like a virgin getting his first hand job after all.
āStick out your tongue.ā he tells you, and like always, you do as youāre told. He licks at it, swirls his own tongue around it. He sucks it until heās heady with lust.
His body collapses against the back of the couch, and like the perfect pet you follow him. You canāt stop making out with him now. You canāt possibly get enough. You doubt it would even be enough to crawl inside his skin and live out the rest of your days there.
Youāre addicted to him.
He pushes your body down so that your crotch is fully pressed into his. The feeling of his throbbing cock almost entirely against your panty-clad mound is a surprise to say the least, you hadnāt expected it and your surprised expression gives you away instantly. But he doesnāt comment right away, instead, he grinds his crotch against yours as you carry on kissing. Your breath fans across his face, youāre delirious from the sensation of him being against you like this, youāve never known anything quite like it.
āFeel what youāre doinā to me?ā he chuckles, parting away from you enough to look up at you again and lick his lips. But you chase him, you think you might stop breathing if you deny yourself of him. Your tongue pushes past the seam of his lips, and of course he doesnāt object. He feels your little wet muscle searching for something, and he canāt contain the amused scoff when he realises you were tracking down his gold tooth, the tip of your tongue licking it from behind all of the way to the front until you reach his gums. āFuckā¦ youāre filthy.ā he informs you before kissing you again.
You giggle before he yanks at your hair. Flirtatious laughter being forced into a tantalising gasp, your head angled so that youāre looking up at the ceiling above. The column of your neck is almost enough to make him cum. Itās so fucking bare. So pure and untainted. He wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into you. To cover you in hickeys and bite marks so that everyone knows what he fucking did to you.
But he knows, deep down, it isnāt worth it. It isnāt worth the questions and the bullshit and the drama. Not this time, anyway. Instead, he leaves gentle kisses and soft suckles against your skin. His tongue leaves fat, wet stripes over your throat and pulse point, hot breath fanning over them between kisses. Youāre keening for him as his lips begin to ascend. Youāre shuddering against him as he breathes heavily, deliciously, into your ear. His hand drifts to squeeze your tit over your crop top as he continues to breathe thickly into your ear canal. The intensity forcing your skin to break out in goosebumps.
You mewl, and itās a fucking siren song as he sucks on your earlobe. He drives his covered cock up into you as he takes the cartilage between his teeth, alternating between that and sucking like heās trying to get milk from nipple.
āDoes anyone else know what a naughty little thing you are?ā he talks directly into your ear, thumb rubbing over the thin material of your top, your hardened nipples unfortunately hidden behind your push up bra. āOr do you only get like this fāme?ā
āJusā youā¦ā you sigh, your arm wraps around his neck so that you can hold his head the same way he had yours. Tiny little fingers toy with blonde and pink tufts, he groans slightly at the comforting feeling.
āDarlināā¦ you know you have to pay, donātcha?ā he asks. Itās so out of the blue, you push away from him. He grins as he watches the confusion and horror take over your facial expression. You were so blissfully at peace, lost in the feeling of his lips and his touch all over your body. āDrugs arenāt free, yāknow.ā
āB-Butā¦ā you think, panicking, āIā nii-chan only left me enough for emergenciesā¦ā you tell him, hoping heāll take pity on you. He offers a fake little pout, tutting at your excuse. Itās so feeble and pathetic and he loves how easy it is to mess with you.
āAwe, baby.ā he offers faux sympathy, his thumb stroking over your cheek yet again. āYou better do what I say then, yeah? Gonna have to keep beinā a good girl fāme, ān then we can forget the whoooole thing.ā
āWhat do you want me toāā
He thrusts his hips up, and you lose balance, falling perfectly into his arms. He tugs at your crop top, urging you to take it off. You start pulling it upwards, though itās too slow for his liking. He yanks it over your head, getting a quick eyeful of your tits and aqua blue bra before he sucks hard into the fat flesh of your breasts.
Youāre too busy moaning, rolling your hips against him to notice he has unclasped your bra with one hand. He pulls carefully at the straps, ridding you of the material covering part of your modesty. He bites his lip and breathes heavily as he ogles them. You feel the way his cock pulses against your cunt.
āSāfuckinā prettyāā he muses. You feel different, now. Youāre fully on display for him and you are completely at his mercy. Your rational mind is telling you to give him the emergency money your brother left and send him on his way. But sadly for you, your poor neglected pussy wants him to stay and have his way with you. āYouāve gotta suck my cock, baby. Now.ā he demands.
Your heartrate sky-rockets. Things are moving so fast you can barely process it at all. You look down between your thighs and see the ever-growing bulge in his shorts. Can you argue with him? Reason with him? It doesnāt matter either way, youāre already sliding carefully onto the ground and getting down on your knees between his spread legs. You arenāt sure where to start. Everything you think about doing dies a sudden death with each new idea that comes to the forefront of your mind.
āPull it out, hurry up.ā
Little hands shake as nimble fingers grip onto the waistband of his shorts. You pull and you pull and he lifts his body to help in your efforts. He almost grunts as his cock springs free, pearlescent pre leaking a ton from his twitching slit.
āMmmmā¦ā he moans as he grips his cock at the base, shaking it a few times so that the tip hits your nose softly, soupy liquid sticking to you as he does. āBe a good girl, show me how bad you can be.ā
Thereās not a single universe where youāre successfully concealing your apprehension from him, though he thinks nothing of it. He thinks youāre nervous because youāve had a crush on him for quite some time now and you donāt want to disappoint him. Your hands carry on shaking as you grab onto his length. Heās huge, both of your little hands are holding him in your grasp and thereās still more of his thickness unable to be held.
You think to start off you should clean the tip; you lick and lave over his throbbing head and your face scrunches as you register the warm tanginess permeating your tastebuds.
His body almost dissolves into the couch as you start to take more and more of him. He shoos your hands away and holds himself so that you can balance your hands on his thighs. His free hand holds your head, forcefully attempting to shove you further and further down on his length until youāre choking on him. Youāre spitting and sputtering just like you had when you smoked.
āSācute.ā he moans. The light praise encourages you to keep trying for him. So, you do, try. You try to give him mind blowing head. You try to remember to use your tongue to keep him nice and stimulated as you bob up and down on his cock. You even remember one of your friends telling you that squeezing your thumbs stops you from gagging as much.
But itās all in vain.
Ryusei hisses, flinching from an amalgamation of too much teeth and not enough spit. He snatches you away by your hair, seeing red veins stabbing through the whites of your eyes as they begin to gloss over. A watery sheen telling him of your deepest shame and embarrassment.
āAre you a fucking virgin, baby?ā he wonders. His cock spills more pre as he sees tears fall from your eyes and cascade down your cheeks. The little sniffles you canāt stop are a symphony to him and he can see the way your throat is choking back audible cries. He can hear the little croaks trapped there, though, poor thing. āNever sucked a cock before, have you?ā
āām s-so sorry.ā you stop fighting your losing battle as you start to cry, utterly humiliated that your secret has come to light because you did such a terrible job giving head. āIāllā g-get my purse ān then you can just g-o. Iām sorāā
He leans forward, hand snaking between your thighs to cup your cunt. āNever had a cock in her, huh? What about fingers? Anybody ever ate your pussy, sweetheart?ā
āN-Nothing!ā you speak, almost defiantly though that wasnāt your intention. Youāre feeling vulnerable and defensive. Youāre embarrassed, and he has his hand somewhere nobody has ever touched you before. āOnly kissed beforeā¦ā
āMmmā¦ no wonder youāre so wet.ā he speaks, though he isnāt seeking a reply. Heās simply musing to himself. He should have known, really. When would you get a chance to fuck and learn how to suck cock when your brother practically holds you hostage in this shit hole apartment? āI wonāt fuck you, today. Youāre not gonna suck my cock either. Come here.ā he continues, he grabs both of your wrists and drags you back to your previous position with little effort. Youāre above him, again, your thighs straddling his. āStand up, actually.ā he orders, you obey.
Your tits are still exposed and youāre standing in nothing but your pleated mini skirt and silk panties beneath. He twirls his finger, encouraging you to do a spin for him. You complete it, quickly, your skirt raising ever so slightly and exposing a peak of pink silk before you find a neutral position once more.
āSlower.ā he tells you, so you spin again. Slower, just for him. āStop.ā he tells you when your back is facing him.
āIs something wrong, ahā!ā you yelp as he ruthlessly kicks the inside of your ankles until your legs are spread apart from each other.
āBend over, put your hands on the table.ā he instructs you. Youāre slow in doing so, not wanting to rush this time; though you still feel your heartbeat in your throat. Your skirt rides up, the pink silk completely covering your most precious secret. Though he grunts at the sight, unable to control himself. His jaw clenches and bubbles at the sight of brunette curls peaking from the sides of your panties. āHoly shit, fuck.ā he sibilates, thick long fingers hooking into the pink silk. He wastes no time tearing them from your body, shoving them into the pocket of his hoody.
He grabs the globes of your ass, kneading the flesh under your little skirt and parting your pussy lips in the process. Heās enamoured by the sight, the way your arousal has soaked your pubic hair. Itās shimmering, he canāt help but to touch and toy with your pubes when theyāre taunting him like this. He canāt remember the last time he fucked a girl with a cute bush of hair like yours. Itās always fucking waxed and landing strips and of course he wonāt complain, but seeing your intimate form in all of itās glory like thisā¦ youāre perfect. Youāre fucking holy.
He pushes a single finger hastily into your wet hole. You almost fall forward; you cry out from the feeling of being stretched for the very first time.
āNever shave this fucking pussy, yeah? Leave it like this fāme.ā
You donāt reply, mind spiralling from the feeling of pain and pleasure as he burrows his finger in deeper and begins to curl it when he feels that perfect little spongy spot buried deep. Your cheeks are stained with glittering tears, the overbearing living room light not offering you any courtesy in that regard. Your tear-stricken face will be exposed to him, eventually.
Will he care?
Will he show concern?
Will he be sympathetic since he is the cause?
It appears not. He holds no consideration as he pummels a second finger inside of your gummy interior. He scissors them again and again and again until youāre practically screaming. It feels worse when he pushes against the spot. That spot that blinds your fucking vision.
āA-Ah. Aaahā!ā you sob, scream, anything your body can physically project in your current state. It almost feels like an out of body experience. āOuch! Ow, R-Ryusei. Hurts! Hurtinā meā!ā you explain. He wraps an arm around your midsection, fingers still cosy deep inside. He pulls you back, your spine flush against his chest. His hand moves from your stomach to your mouth, silencing your cries and whimpers as his fingers carry on battering your g-spot.
āShhh, itāll feel good in a minute.ā he informs you. āRub your clit, baby, show me how you touch this virgin cunt.ā your entire body becomes scalding in an instant, the lewd language and very notion that you masturbate filling you with unease. But without question, your fingers find the swelling nub between your pussy and begin to rub and rub.
He rests his forehead against your shoulder, smiling down as he hears painful cries turn to libertine moans. His smothering hand frees your airways, allowing you to send your mewling into the airspace freely. He squeezes his cock, hard, and begins to masturbate himself. A sticky, clacking sound filling the room. Itās mixing in with the sound of your squelching cunt.
Your eyes cross as he finds a perfect rhythm with you. Youāre sure you look like a bona fide whore, but you canāt bring yourself to care. Youāre balancing on the balls of your feet with your legs spread open wide, putting your cunt on full display. Your left hand digs into the leather arm rest beside you, the only form of balance you have.
Youāre so fucking loud. Heās never heard anyone scream or moan as loudly in his life, though heās one to talk. Heās on the verge of cumming after so much torment and he couldnāt be more vocal if he tried.
āD-Do you want all the neighbours to hear what a little slut you are? Want āem to tell your brother you got fucked stupid while he was gone?ā he asks, itās rhetorical, of course. He doesnāt care that youāre being loud. He just wants to torment you, tease you and build that unadulterated shame that youāve had embedded in you your whole life. You are the product of repressed sexual urges. Would you have let a drug dealer strip you and play with your cunt if you werenāt so desperate and needing to be toyed with?
āām gonna c-cum. Fuck, Ryusei! Cumming f-for youā!ā you cry, your walls squeezing his fingers until they feel close to breaking. āOh my godā¦ā you sob. Your poor little virgin slot throbbing and pulsating around his thick heavy fingers and you continue to cum for what feels like a lifetime. His curling fingers dragging out the feeling for as long as humanly possible.
āHah- haah- ah, fuck!ā he finishes, white, gluey fluid shooting up your back. He fucks his fist until he drains every last drop from his swollen balls. He admires his work, smearing the remaining residue on your ass cheek and your skirt. He wonders if youāll remember to wash it, God forbid your stupid brother find a cum stain on it.
He scrapes his cum onto his fingers and orders you to face him. He brings his sperm to your lips, expecting you to know what to do.
āEat.ā he says. You hesitate. He wants you to what? Itās a liquid, you canāt eat it. Does he want you to lick his fingers? Put them in your mouth? Heās sick of waiting, however, forcing them by your lips until the bitter taste coats your tongue. āEat it.ā he looks at you with venom in his stare.
You hold his hand sweetly with both of yours. He watches you as you suck his fingers, internally thinking how much better you are doing this than you are at sucking cock. He bears his teeth, the golden one glimmering in your eye once again as you continue to clean the cum from his digits.
āThaaaatās it, good girl. Itāll get the taste of weed out of your mouth.ā he tells you. You finish sucking, releasing his fingers with a gentle pop before placing his hand back on your thigh.
He allows his fingers to lightly caress your skin. The pads carefully glide over you as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him for the final time during this encounter. But he wanted to fuck you, didnāt he? He wanted you to suck him off properly, too. Heāll let it go for today, but this certainly wonāt be the one and only time youāll bare it all for him.
You still owe him for the weed, after all.
He thinks he might set up a depraved little payment plan for you.
a pretty angel like you would look better on his thigh
warnings: corruption, thigh riding, hints of degradation + praise, kaiser is a warning by himself, use of fem pet names/afab anatomy, i know zero german, i haven't wrote smut in a hot minute so give me a chance
w/c: 2.7k
i am not responsible for any minors who interact | not proofread. ktober mtl
"is there something wrong, mein liebling?" kaiser snapped his fingers in front of your face, his lips upturned in amusement as you jumped in surprise.
"huh? nothing's wrong," you quickly shook your head, embarrassed to have been caught red-handed.
not like it was your faultā he has to know about how distracting his gray sweatpants were. no matter where you tried to force your gaze, it always led back to the noticeable bulge in his pants.
although you've been dating kaiser for a few months now, things have never escalated past a few feathery touches as his fingers skimmed under your shirt while making outā or maybe a little grind from you here and there.
you wanted to see what he was hiding under that fabric, but you were too shy to. every time you would even remotely try to ask, it always led to your face heating up and you scurrying away, or you would drop the question last minute. he always teased you for being so "innocent".
he gave you a knowing look, obviously not believing your terribly said lie, but still reverted his attention back to the book he was reading.
knowing that he had the faintest idea of why you kept glancing his way, you decided to busy yourself on your phoneā which also wasn't much help to distract you from how kaiser kept shuffling around, every movement making his dick print more prominent.
he had to be doing it on purpose at this point. every so often he would spread his legs a bit wider, place a hand on his thigh, and adjust his sweats. every single movement and rustle would cause you to peer at him through the corner of your eyesā not only in curiosity of what he was doing, but to see how the new angle would make the bulge look.
the more you thought about what was in his pants, the more you pressed your thighs together. your thoughts trailed off, the desperation of months of wanting him to bend you over somethingāanythingā finally getting to you.
would he be mean and cocky, degrading you and mocking you at every chance he gets?
or would he be slow and caring, given the fact it would be your first time with him? would he praise you and give you what you would plead and beg for?
knowing him, you went with the former. not like you were complainingā you wanted him so bad you'd let him fuck you on the kitchen counter at this point. maybe even the floor.
"i'm starting to think you're a bit distracted," kaiser rasped. you were so deep in your thoughts that you didn't notice how he inched closer to you, his breath against your ear causing you to have goosebumps.
"am not!" you attempted to save yourself, hiding your face behind your phone and opening and closing random apps. maybe having the weather app open looking at the weather of a different country across the world didn't help your case.
"look at me, schatz." he placed his fingers under your jaw and angled your head to meet his piercing eyes.
you fidgeted with your hands, anticipating what he was going to say. but he didn't say anything, simply wrapped his hands around your waist and effortlessly placing you on his lap. you subconsciously throw your arms around his neck as you waited for him to say something.
"is there something you want from me?" he questioned, tilting his head to the side. you were still too awkward to answer his question, so you simply focused on the tattoo that was peeking out of his shirt's neckline, shaking your head slightly.
"are you going to answer me with words? or will i just have to force it out of you?" your eyes widened at the implications of his statement.
"what do you mean by that?" you soon found out, because he lifted you up slightly and placed you back down on one of his thighs, making sure that your legs were on either side of it,
"do you think i'm stupid, liebling? you think i wouldn't notice you staring like you wanted my pants off?" he could feel the way your thighs clenched around him at his statement as he smirked.
"i wasn't!" you were adamant on beating these allegations, although it would be nearly impossible. you were not only a terrible liar, but you were trying so hard not to move an inch. the pressure of his thigh on your cunt was getting unbearable, and you wanted him to do anything to relieve the heat that was building up.
he shuffled a little bit, bouncing his thigh in the process, leading a whine to escape your mouth. he froze for a moment before chuckling.
"pretty girl wants to get off my thigh, hm?" he raised an eyebrow as his voice lowered an octave. the sudden pitch change in his voice made your pussy throb.
hesitantly, you nodded. "pleaseā want it so bad."
"that wasn't so hard to do, was it?" he slipped his hands under the waistband of your shorts. "now take these off."
you hurriedly took the pair of shorts off, and kaiser's eyes widened as he saw the lingerie you were wearing.
"and you weren't going to show me this, schatz?" he admired the way the shade of blueā the same color as the tips of his hair and tattooā looked on your skin. "how mean."
before you could open your mouth to respond, he had already put you back on his muscular thigh, which was still covered by the gray fabric of his sweatpants.
his grip on your waist was sure to have you bruising as he slowly began to guide you to rock back and forth on his thigh. the friction wasn't much, but you don't remember the last time you had even bothered to touch yourselfā paired with the fact that you were currently on top your insanely attractive boyfriendā his thigh felt like heaven.
you let out little whimpers and short moans that kaiser found cute. "feels good, yeah?" he asked as you began to put your hands on his shoulders and pick up the pace, trying to chase your high.
"so gooood," you moaned out, the way your cunt rubbed against the lingerie and the rough surface of his leg along with the occasional bounce of his thigh and encouragement he'd whisper into your ear.
"you look so good like this, i don't know why i didn't do this earlier," he frowned, watching the way you arched your back and leaned your head forward to meet the crook of his neck to muffle your sounds.
kaiser had always thought you were a relatively pure girl, not once hearing you say anything remotely dirty or insinuate having sex with him. for fucks sake, even the makeouts were tame enough. but having you on his thigh, not a thought behind those eyes except of how good it feelsā he wanted to absolutely ruin you.
"never thought a pretty angel like you would want to drool all over my thigh." if you were in the right state of mind, you would've been mortified over the patch of wetness that was growing on his sweatpants, but right now it was the least of your worries.
he focused his attention on your neck, nibbling and biting until little blossoms of purple appeared all over, trailing down to your collarbone. his hands snuck under your shirt, unclasping your bra, earning a gasp from you. the cold from his hands made shivers run down your spine even as he toyed with your hardened nipples.
"wanna cum," you moaned out, feeling yourself get tired from doing all the work yourself. "help meee."
he felt his dick twitch in his pants as soon as you looked up at him with glossy, half-lidded eyes. he's dreamed of seeing you like this, and now that he had you like this right in front of him, he wasn't going to miss this opportunity.
"help with what? you can use your words." you only responded with a whine, mind still not foggy enough for you to shamelessly beg for him.
"p-please," you stammered, hoping that would be enough to satisfy him.
"please what? i still don't know what you need help with." you nearly scowled, trembling as he pressed his thigh harder against your covered cunt.
"i wanna cum so bad, kaiser pleaseeeā wan' your help."
"now that wasn't so hard, was it schatz? of course i'll let a dirty girl like you get off on me." him putting it that way had you whining, but soon he had you moaning out his name, clawing at his clothed back.
"oh f-fuckfuckfuck, m' close!" you cried out.
"gonna make a mess for me angel? go ahead."
he watched as your hips spasmed and a drawn-out moan left your lips, helping you ride your climax out as eventually you slowed to a stop.
you look down, peering at how uncomfortable his pants seemed to be on him.
"mmm, jus' want you inside." you pleaded, a hand reaching over to palm him. he let out a hiss and looked conflictedā he was deciding if he should just fuck you right here on the couch or if he should take a moment to bring you to the bed.
deciding on the latter, he carried you bridal style to your bedroom. he let you lie on the bed as he took off his sweatpants, his boxers quickly following. you gaped at his sheer size.
"it won't fit," you complained. you, weren't exactly complaining, but you had no idea how he was even going to get past the tip.
"i just need to get you ready for me. it'll fit." he wasn't gonna lie, you whining about his size out of all things made his ego get even bigger than it already was. you nodded, trusting him.
"sloppy fucking cunt is so wet for me," he cooed as he pulled your panties to the side and slid a slender finger in. you squirmed as he began to curl his finger, adding another finger and picking up the pace. the lewd squelches echoed throughout the room.
he was prodding everywhere but your g-spotā it was on purpose, his enjoyment of not giving you what you wanted clearly written all over his face. maybe he'd make you beg for it again.
"nghh... gonna cum again," you mewled.
"you're not gonna fucking cum until i say so," he narrowed his eyes, blond and blue hair framing his face.
"wh-what?" you wailed as he pulled his fingers out, hands shooting out to stop him. "why'd you stoppp."
your slick covered his fingers, which he quickly lapped up in front of you. your face felt hot, the scene in front of you as obscene as he could make it. without a care in the world, he let out slurping sounds and snickered when he saw your flustered face.
"be patient," he glowered as he slapped his tip against your clit, teasing you as you whined. you furrowed your eyebrows, done with all his teasing.
your mouth shaped into an o-shape as you felt him slide himself in.
"shit... this pussy was made for me."
"wait-ah...you're too biggg..." you felt yourself getting dizzy over the feeling of him stretching you out, biting your bottom lip to prevent yourself from drooling all over the pillow.
"doing s'good for me." he bottomed out, and he had to physically stop himself from immediately pounding into you with the way you literally sucked him in and enveloped him. slowly he began to thrust into you, you gripping the sheets. the sheer length and girth of him was nothing like you've ever experienced before.
"ha-harderā faster...please," you trailed off as he sped up upon your request, not able to hold himself back from messing up your insides.
although it was your first time having sex with him, it was like he could just tell what made you feel good, what spots made you see stars upon stars, and what made you mind simply go blank.
kaiser was probably saying something to you, but you weren't able to understand anything, your brain dumb and unable to do anything but feel the dick that was burying into you.
"k-kaiserrr, feels too good," you felt tears pool at the corner of your eyes. "no more, no mo'"
"'no more, no more"' he mocked your moans. "you say that, but you're the one who keeps grinding back on my cock like the whore you are. didn't you just tell me to go faster?"
you didn't even notice how you were trying to move your hips back onto himā not like it would've changed anything. you would've lost it if he had actually heeded your pleas and stopped moving.
he suddenly flipped you over, making you face him as he threw your legs over his shoulders, nearly bending you in half. you looked up at him questioningly, meeting his darkened and dilated eyes.
without warning, he went back to his usual brutal pace, every thrust ending with a whine from you or a soft grunt from him. then he hit that spongey spot in you that had your vision go white. you let out an unusually loud moan that bordered a scream, and thats when kaiser knew he found what he was looking for.
"right here," he whispered under his breath as he began to bully his cock right into your g-spot, leaving you breathless and burying your head into your hands to muffle your moans. he used one of his hands to grab your wrists and pin them above your head.
"i want to hear those pretty moans of yours, liebling." you didn't even have the mind to be self-conscious anymore, you just wanted him to finally cum inside you.
oh, he loved the way that he made you dumber and dumber by the minute. he loved the way your gummy walls clenched around him. he loved the way his sweet little girl was crying and bumbling right under him. he loved everything about you.
he brought his head down to give you a quick kiss, feeling you try to get your hands out of his grasp.
"wanna feel you so bad," you pleaded, and he decided to let go, your glistening doe eyes convincing him. you immediately began to tug on his hair and then forced him down into another kissā this time much more deeper and longer. he felt you bite on his lips, tongue brushing everywhere as the kiss was reduced to you just wanting to get as close as you can to kaiser, wanting to feel and taste as much as him as you could.
he pulled away to give you some air, a string of saliva connecting the two of you as you cried out.
"i t-think im gonnaā"
"cum for me princess." his coaxing voice paired with the way he played with your clit finally brought you over the edge.
the way you almost sang his name when you came almost had him following right after you, but he wanted this to last as long as possible, even with the thick white ring that was making its way to the base of his cock.
the overstimulation was too much for you to handle, to the point where it was like you were silently screaming. it hurt, but it was too good.
"where should i cum, liebling?" his thrusts were becoming frantic and the pace was uneven, as if he was going feral. you could even swear you heard a whimper or two the closer he got to his climax.
"inside! insideinsideinsideā" you babbled, wanting to finally feel him fill you up.
"f-fuck," his voice cracked as he rammed his hips into yours one last time, bringing you close as he hid his head into your chest to suppress any other sounds. you could swear that he skimmed your cervix.
after your cunt had finished milking him dry, both of you were breathing heavily, not saying a word. you assumed that kaiser was simply calming down before pulling out, but a nearly a minute passed and he never did.
"k-kaiser?" you quipped. your thighs were still trembling, and you could feel the mix of your fluids trailing out of your pussy. "are you gonna pull out?"
a mtl for my (mainly bllk) 23' kinktober fics! one or two fics every saturday and on halloween. i am not responsible for any minors who read these fics. fem reader unless stated otherwise.
OCT. 7 MICHAEL KAISER + CORRUPTION & THIGH RIDING
the way you oh-so-innocently whined when kaiser adjusted his thigh under you made a smirk creep up onto his face.
"oh? never thought a pretty angel like you would want to drool all over my thigh."
choso hated denying you your pleasureā but you looked so cute like this and he couldn't get enough.
"i'll let you cum after this, baby. give me one more. . ."
you had to be the densest little thing to be sitting between two towering pro-athletes and assume they wouldn't see the way your thighs pressed together whenever their hands would skim over your skin.
"what'dya say, sae? should we finally give this pretty pussy what she wants?"
gojo finally questioned you on why you had such an interest on his handsā if you weren't going to tell him, he'd fuck the answer out of you.
"gonna come inside if you keep looking at me like thatā fucking slut wants me to fill her up, hm?"
rin thought he was dreaming when he heard the muffled moansā finding out you were still asleep made him feel pity over the fact you definitely weren't being fucked good.
"such a slut that you're even humping my leg in your sleep. i can fuck you better right now than in whatever dream you were having."
the bottle of pills looked strangely close to ibuprofenā now you'll need to find something or someone to fix your hangover and the growing heat between your legs.
"look at you on your knees like a damn dog in heatā be a good girl and open your mouth for me."
oliver was tired of hearing you whine over the wrong thingsā especially when he could hear those little sounds for a different reason.
"always talking bout' how hot it is, but you can't keep your fucking hands off me."
psa: i will take reqs for certain days if the req is sent at least three days before that saturday. i'll only do one req a week. kinks must be clearly stated in the req.
sfw + nsfw content ahead / fem reader (use of girl + woman)
not proofread
tattooist!choso who's caught your eye ever since you walked into the shop, a towering man with ink sprawled across his body, insanely detailed drawings wrapping around his arms. his eyebrow piercing glints in the light as he studies you up and down.
tattooist!choso who has his eyeliner smudged both on purpose but also from accidentally rubbing his eyes too much, making his already tired eyes more striking as you noticed him watching you like a hawk.
tattooist!choso who's lips twitch upward when you look everywhere but him when he's putting the stencil on your exposed thigh.
tattooist!choso who's eyes narrow in focus whenever putting the needle onto your skin but will answer all your questions with ease.
tattooist!choso who finds the way you shiver cute whenever he slides a gloved hand a bit too far up, by accident of course.
tattooist!choso who coos at you whenever you yelp in pain once he makes near your knee. "just a bit more, you can do it for me, right?"
tattooist!choso who notices the way you avert your gaze away from him whenever he would try to make eye contact.
tattooist!choso asking what a pretty girl like you would be in a tattoo shop, with no tattoos to be seen on your body and such an innocent face.
tattooist!choso who's eyes widen a bit when you pull up the hem of your shirt to reveal a large tattoo on your back, also unintentionally showing a piece of a tattoo that peeked out your shorts.
tattooist!choso who doesn't want to finish the tattoo, finding your personality endearing, even after nearly six hours of rambling to him.
tattooist!choso who slips you a piece of a paper while you were paying. "you should come again, sweetheart," he whispers into your ear.
tattooist!choso who grins when he sees you open the note outside and then giddily rushing to your car.
tattoist!choso who brings you to an unused back room, pinning you against the wall without pulling his lips away from yours as if he was too scared to take a breath.
tattoist!choso who doesn't care if anyone hears your whimpers or his desperation as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, biting at whatever he could, leaving behind purple love bites for you to remember him by when you went back home.
tattoist!choso who ignores your whines for him to lock the door, opting to not let anything get in his way. besides, all of his coworkers were busy, and he highly doubted they would have the nerve to bring this up if any of them did happen to walk in.
tattoist!choso who unzips his pants, leaving them to pool at the floor, giving you a questioning look. "d'you want this?"
tattoist!choso who doesn't even hesitate when you nod hurriedly.
tattoist!choso who pulls your skirt up, immediately moving your panties to the side as he lifted you up and let you wrap your legs around his waist.
tattoist!choso who wants to be gentle at first, slowly bullying his tip in as you throw a hand over your mouth. "'s gonna be too big!"
tattoist!choso who simply gives you another heated kiss, attempting to distract you from the pleasurable pain of him stretching you out.
tattoist!choso who nearly throws his head back in ecstasy as soon as he finally bottomed out, burying his head into your chest to prevent any of his whimpers from escaping his mouth, both in embarrassment and also because he definitely did not want yuuji walking in and seeing the two of you in this predicament. he still wanted you to be loud though.
tattoist!choso who loves the sound of your muffled moans, who loves your gummy walls that make him go crazy, who loves the way you claw at his back, scrunching his shirt up until you trail a hand to his hair and pull at one of his ponytails.
tattoist!choso who forgets about being gentle, deciding to slam your hips down with no mercy, clear liquid running down your trembling thighs and dripping onto the floor as it seemed like choso couldn't get any faster.
tattoist!choso who loves to hear your pleas for him to slow down, even when you were meeting his hips in the middle and would begin to tear up whenever he would actually begin to slow down.
tattoist!choso who wouldn't bother being quiet as he felt the knot in his stomach, coaxing you into cumming with him. "c'mon baby, you're close right?" his hips stuttered. "make a mess for me."
tattoist!choso who would let you slump against him for a few minutes, panting, before he would let you sit on a table as he cleaned the two of you up.
tattoist!choso who sheepishly rubs his neck while nanami scolds him, exchanging glances with you as if you were two kids being chastised for talking too much in class.
tattoist!choso who would immediately clock out and bring you to his apartment so he could finally take his time with you - for as long as he wanted.
nsfw part is rlly rushed so i might make a full fic lol!
