first request ever noises weewoo weewoo
i want the akito version of this so bad my penis is gonna explode im lightheated im sweaty im nauseous im dizzy im desperate im so so horny pleaz i need it
(take ur time and finish ur other stuff first though ^_^ tbh this is moreso a reminder that you promised me that. keh. keheheh. i also have my toya thing that i just remembered i need to cook on so... let's cook together)
→ you’ve never been gambling before. you didn’t think you ever would, to be perfectly honest, but—
→ well, you’re not sure where the exit to this oddly alluring place is. and as you sit down, you realize that your dealer is…
→ his hair is looking odd and he’s strangely happy to see you, but it’s still unmistakable. you didn’t know shinonome-kun was the gambler!
→ well, you suppose that label better applies to you — you’re only human after all, it’s no wonder you fell for his charms —!
→ …well, you left your wallet at home and your pockets are extremely empty, so first you should explain to him you have nothing to wager.
→ he doesn’t seem upset at all… in fact, he surveys you up and down with a smirk that makes you positively burn up!
→ “that’s fine. let’s wager something else.”
→ you’re both fully aware of what he’s implying and extremely flustered by the hand on your thigh and the subtle lick of his lips.
→ he leaves you at that end of the table, flushed, as he saunters to his seat and grabs a pair of dice.
→ as it turns out, lady luck despises you. the amount of things that had to go wrong in such a short amount of time in order for you to lose as awfully as you did is honestly a miracle of its own!
→ “i’d give you another shot because i feel bad,” shinonome-kun says, raising an eyebrow with an unimpressed smirk, “but i don’t think it’s possible to lose even harder and i don’t feel like getting proven wrong.”
→ you feel rather humiliated as he restacks the cards, but that humiliation quickly washes away to something else when he grabs you by the hand and pulls you out of your seat.
→ “it’s time to pay what you owe me.”
→ ahh! how scandalous! his grip on you is firm, but he doesn’t drag you along — you know better than to try anything, though. not that you would, since you’re a man of your word—!! but still. you’re feeling rather nervous.
→ the second the two of you are somewhere private, his mouth is on yours and his hands are running all over your body, taking off your clothes and finding all the spots that drive you wild.
→ you let out a yelp at his pace, trying to reciprocate ( since it feels odd just staying there and taking it ), but it’s no use. you just can keep up… he smiles into your ear as he takes your ( obviously erect ) length in his hand and you let out a moan.
→ keeping you pinned against the wall with his weight, he uses his free hand to unearth a bottle of lubrication as his busy hand begins to pump roughly. you squirm and let out some rather shameful noises beneath him as he dips a finger inside of you, starting a dual assault that makes your mind melt.
→ he’s talking, but you can’t tell whether it’s to you or himself as he works his magic. you try and focus on his words, but goodness— it’s difficult!
→ “let’s see how long it takes to break you.
→ not that long, clearly. at his deft, rather aggressive touch the tension coiling in your stomach is set to snap quickly, and you’re making that embarrasingly obvious with the way you’re whining and bucking your hips into his touch.
→ right as you’re about to tip over the edge, though, he stops. all of a sudden. he makes a single scissoring motion with his fingers inside you that causes you breath to hitch, and make a fool of yourself by trying to chase that last bout of pleasure on your own.
→ it’s no use, sadly, and you let out yet another embarrassing noise as the tension dies down completely. there’s a wicked little glint in shinonome-kun’s eyes now, ever the competetive one, as he smiles down at you.
→ “looks like it’s less than i thought.”
→ he flips you around with ease, pinning your chest against the wall as you struggle feebly against his casual strength. you can feel him poking your rear end… ahh!!
→ your pants are lost just as easily as the rest of your clothes, and you whimper softly as he lined up against your entrance. he leans up to your ear and whispers…
→ “don’t cum until i tell you it’s alright.”
→ you protest — you can’t decide how your body reacts to external stimuli—! but
→ his hand flies up to your throat and effectively silences you. he growls in a voice so low it sends fire rushing down your core,
→ “toys don't get to cum until i say so.”
→ you can barely whimper out your understanding before he slides in, roughly bottoming out in a way that almost makes you cum immediately. you gasp with the intrusion and the effort of holding back.
→ his pace is, typical of shinonome-kun, merciless, and you hold back sobs as the pleasure rises back up in droves, doubly as intense as the last time it was rising.
→ you gasp and tremble beneath him, fighting off your orgasm as he grunts into your ear, enjoying himself.
→ that only becomes more difficult when he reaches around and grips your neglected length again, pumping sloppily while he continues to take his fill of you.
→ you let out a cry and your legs buckle, but he holds you up against the wall and he continues to treat you roughly, clearly unsympathetic to your plight!
→ it's taking all you have not to cum all over his hand and the wall… he's rubbing against your sweet spot with every thrust, and it's causing stars and static to burst behind your eyelids.
→ you can't help it, really. your pleasure peaks and you come with a strangled cry, trying and failing to cut yourself off.
→ his grip on your throat immediately tightens and he slows to a complete stop, making you shamefully whine at the sudden lack of stimulation.
→ “seriously? stupid slut has one job, and he can't even do it right?”
→ you'd only be more ashamed if you couldn't hear the vicious grin in his voice, but that shame is pooling directly between your legs.
→ “then it's time to get punished.”
→ the hand on your throat tightens with a feverish grip and you immediately start choking, grasping pathetically at air as the hand around your length leaves, rises into the air, and spanks you hard.
→ you try and cry out, but since he's still choking you ruthlessly it comes out as more of a gurgle. without any warning, his pace resumes, somehow more brutal than before, and just his first sign of movement alone is enough to get you to cum again.
→ still, he doesn't stop, progressing with the clear intent to brutalize you. you can hardly keep your thoughts tethered as you try to moan his name through the air being forced from you lungs, but it's difficult!
→ you cum once and then again, a burning sensation rising to accompany the onslaught of pleasure that only serves to heighten the overwhelming sensation.
→ his punishment remains torturous, hand occasionally sinking back down to strike you by surprise. the sting contributes every time to more orgasms, of which are now being torn out from you.
→ your head is turning violently light as shinonome-kun once again leans into your ear with that delightful sadistic streak of his, murmuring about how you're such a good pain-slut for him.
→ you're certainly too out of it to register the full comment, but that, the overstimulation, and the air loss is finally enough to send you over the edge of consciousness, surrending your bliss and the void.
→ when you come to, your whole body aches ( in a fairly pleasant way ) and you're completely naked, but tucked in cozy in a room you don't recognize.
→ there's a note on the table in illegible scrawl, but also a hefty sum of money clipped to it. how nice!
→ you raise your eyebrows at the content of the note—
→ “sorry. i rigged the game.”
→ you’ve never been to this coffee place before, so you’re really surprised to see akito there.
→ wow! interesting to know he has a job on the side. his outfit is… unusual, but it’s cute.
→ he almost immediately sits you down with a charismatic smile — as expected, he’s good with this line of work.
→ and, of course, he knows your regular order — a simple black coffee — and begins whipping it up immediately. you can smell the aroma from your seat, and it’s very good… you’re excited.
→ you can’t help but watch him go through the simple process of making coffee, smiling as he fulfills every step of your order.
→ though, interestingly enough, at the end he starts to add some other things… perhaps to enhance the flavor? you can’t imagine what it could be, but you’re excited to try.
→ when you ask him about it as he serves you, though, he denies adding anything out of the ordinary to your drink. you simply shrug it off to yourself and take a sip.
→ it’s delicious… one of the best coffees you’ve ever had. bitter and aromatic, with a complex layer of flavor beneath… you cool it down with your breath and drink some more.
→ akito sits with you as you drink ( not particularly unprofessional, you think, since the place is pretty much empty ) and smiles at you, which you return as you continue working through the cup.
→ after you’re over halfway through the cup, the caffeine begins to kick in, and you’re acutely aware of your surroundings — though totally uninterested in moving just yet.
→ acutely aware, also, of the fact there’s something more to his smile than you initially saw.
→ a sort of… predatory glint in his eyes? how interesting. you want to shuffle under his gaze and the growing heat uncomfortably, but it’s then you realize…
→ something in that coffee is locking up your muscles and causing your clothing to grow tight… you feel sweat poke at your skin as your face burns up. you look to akito in confusion, but his knowing smirk betrays no information of what’s going on…
→ he approaches you languidly, seizing you and pulling your clothes over your head. you panic and try to question him, asking what he’s doing and to stop, we’re in a public place, but the haze in your head is making it difficult to form words.
→ it’s also making his touch feel… really good…
→ his smile widens when you stop protesting and just start letting him shamelessly grope you in the open area, grabbing your much more sensitive than normal chest and playing with your nipples in gestures that make you gasp.
→ he’s quick to undo your pants and spring your aching erection free, gripping it with a smirk as he watches your expression closely.
→ it’s probably twisted into something really quite shameful by now, what with every touch of his sending overwhelming jolts of pleasure through your body…
→ you want to resist, but you can’t move at all or even throw your head back as you moan, left to helplessly accept his touch.
→ he moves on upsettingly quickly, taking his glove off with his teeth in a way that makes your insides churn before he even enters you
→ and then he does and it feels really good. he manhandles you into a better position and you’re utterly unable to do anything about it, light enough for him to easily maneuver you and too weak to resist or even move at all.
→ “look at that, spreading your legs so nicely for me…” he mutters, voice laced with a seductive growl that makes your mind spin. “what a good slut.”
→ you flinch and try to explain that you were actually made to do that against your will, but his fingers brush against your prostate as he stretches you out as and that shuts you up.
→ well, not really. your moaning grows even louder as he reaches deeper and deeper inside of you, taking his sweet smug time torturing you with his fingers.
→ right as you’re about to cum though, he draws out of you while clicking his tongue — “not yet, doll~” — and undoing his pants.
→ shamefully, you feel desperate for his touch, whining when he leaves you hanging and your pleasure dies down. it leaves an ache behind, one that only be filled by…
→ something much larger takes the place of his fingers at your entrance, and you draw in a breath ( since that’s the only thing you can do ) to brace yourself. he had the care to lubricate himself, but you can tell from the expression on his face that’s the only kind thing he intends on doing to you.
→ sure enough, he shoves in swiftly, pushing you over with ease and causing you to gasp. shamefully, embarrasingly enough, the overwhelming intrusion alone is enough to make you cum… he chuckles as you twitch involuntarily, holding you down and beginning to thrust.
→ his pace alone would be unbearable, but that’s not all he’s doing to you. he’s grabbed your hips and shoving you around, pumping in and out of you and manhandling you like you’re some kind of toy. with the ease with which he moves you, it’s difficult for you to believe you’re anything else in that moment either…
→ his grip on you is definitely going to leave some bruises, for certain.
→ you cum again with a choked moan, feeling tears spring to your eyes as his massive length ignites sparks of sensitivity inside you. it’s so much, but you still need more…
→ and more is what he happily gives you. even after he unloads into you, he doesn’t stop, clearly intent on fucking whatever spell you’re under out of you.
→ “haah… you don’t mind if i breed you, right? you’re such a good hole… fuck…” he’s groaning directly in your ear and it feels incredible as he uses you. you let your mouth fall open in agreement, unable to form words as the pleasure causes your mind to melt.
→ you feel your grip on consciousness loosen as the assault continues, and that’s honestly a mercy as the sensation is overwhelming — you can barely take it.
→ you cum again, and again, and again, until eventually you can’t hold out and simply let your mind drift away into the pleasure as he continues taking advantage of you.
→ this probably violates every other food safety code…
