18+ mdni. fem!reader, smut, choking, jealous mikey, kinda mean mikey, oral sex (f receiving), orgasm denial, begging, mentions of fingering, set in the final timeline (we deserved more motorcycle racer mikey), pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart), written in 2nd pov
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You were mad. Mikey was not a jealous or possessive man, on the contrary, he was so secure when it came to your relationship, whenever someone flirted with you he would laugh as he watched you reject them.
You were soulmates, he said once, his face and tone serious as if he truly believed it he was meant to be yours in this and every lifetime.
Yet here he was, at Takemitchi and Hinata’s wedding, making a scene because after his last race, Hanma had hugged you for a moment too long. He had been hired to take a few pictures of Mikey before and after the race, and since you became good friends in his time in Toman, you hung out with him during the race.
It had been a week. You hadn’t realized it at the time, hoping Mikey didn’t see it to avoid an unnecessary fight, but you realized throughout the week that something was bothering your boyfriend.
He had acted like he didn’t notice Hanma’s fingers lingering on your waist before completing pulling away from you. He acted like he didn’t remember the complete asshole Hanma was in all the previous timelines. He acted like he didn’t nearly bend you over his bike just so he made it clear to the taller man that you were his.
Until the wedding came. Hanma found you in the crowd when he was about to leave the party, saying goodbye to Mikey with a handshake before turning to you and engulfing you in a hug. He pulled away quicker than last weekend, however his hands still lingered on your waist as he told you how beautiful you looked.
What made him snap was the way your cheeks flushed at the compliment, as if you liked it. By some miracle Takemichi had been passing by, he grabbed Mikey just in time to prevent a scene. He managed to drag your boyfriend away before anyone noticed Hanma nearly was hauled away in an ambulance.
You caught up with them just outside the door. Watching Takemichi whispering furiously at him, Mikey glaring at him until he turned away. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a deep sigh. Takemichi turned around to rejoin the party. You gently squeezed his arm as he walked by and congratulated him again on his wedding,
Mikey didn’t acknowledge that he heard you come outside. He simply paused for a moment before stomping toward his car.
The silence had you on edge. You were furious that he nearly ruined his best friend’s wedding, but at the same time you were upset that he thought you would betray him like that. He was proud, you knew he wouldn’t say anything, so you decided to speak up once you were inside the apartment and he was behind you locking the door.
“Hanma is just a friend, Mikey.” You dropped your purse on the couch, then bent down to slip your heels off. You held the straps in your hand and faced the raven haired man. “I can’t believe you were about to punch him because he said I looked pretty today. Mitsuya and Sanzu complimented me too. Were you about to punch them too?”
“It’s not the same and you damn well know it.” He snapped.
Your head spun when Mikey’s fingers curled around your throat, pushing you until your back hit the wall. You gasped as the dull pain spread on your back. You were surprised that you had to use all your strength to keep your eyes from rolling back into your skull. The grip on your shoes loosened and they fell to the floor with a thud.
“I love you, Manjirou. Not him.”
His gaze darkened. Arousal pooled between your legs as his voice deepened. “You just had to see how gorgeous you looked when you blushed, princess. You could practically see the lewd thoughts he had in that moment, how many positions he imagined you in. He didn’t even try to hide it, not even because I was standing right fucking there.”
His fingers slightly tightened and your hand darted up to wrap your fingers around his wrist. He blinked once, then looked down at your hand. His lips parted, letting out a soft breath before he let go of your neck and taking a step back. He met your gaze again, his eyes shining with unshed tears.
Oh. He thought you didn’t like it, that you were pushing him off.
“I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m so–“
You pulled him forward by his tie, reaching for his hand and pushing it beneath the slit in your dress, pressing his fingertips to the front of your panties. “Don’t be.”
His eyes darkened, his eyebrow raising in surprise. “Did you like his attention that much?”
He was taunting you. You almost got whiplash from how suddenly his demeanor changed.
You shook your head. You let go of his tie, reaching for his other hand to bring it up to your neck. “I liked this.” His fingers twitched, then he pressed down firmer.
“You like that?” His grip tightened, your eyes fluttering shut at the limited supply of oxygen. His fingers pushed your panties to the side and collected the wetness in your folds before teasing your entrance, barely dipping his fingers in. “Don’t tell me you’re this wet just from being choked?”
Your thighs pressed together and trapped his hand between them. He pulled you forward, his thumb moving to tilt your chin upwards. His lips curled into a smirk.
He bent down to throw you over his shoulder, slapping your ass before holding onto your legs as he carried you to your room. He threw you down onto the bed, watching as you bounced on the mattress before climbing beside you. He easily discarded your dress and slid down between your legs.
A choked moan escaped you when his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking the hardened nub before flicking it with his tongue. He held your thigh up, resting his head on the other. He looked up to see your head thrown back and your hands searching blindly for the back of his head. Your fingers found his hair and you gripped it tightly between them, pulling him closer.
He let you push your hips down onto his tongue, he let you set the pace to search for your climax. He reached up and wrapped his fingers around your throat, fingertips pressing into the sides until you moaned and your thighs trembled around his head.
He knew you were nearing your orgasm. Your legs struggled to stay open, your fingers dug into the back of his head, your eyes wouldn’t stay focused on his. He wanted as your mouth fell open and pulled back, making sure to keep his hand on your neck as he moved up and pushed you to lay on your back.
His fingers spread the mix of your wetness and his spit on your lower lips, then he circled your clit. You tried to reach for his wrist, to hold it still and grind against his palm, only to earn yourself a warning squeeze on your neck and a slap on your pussy. Your walls clenched and your mouth fell open.
“Please, please.” The plea fell from your lips, begging for mercy as you slowly reached for his hand again. “I just– just wanna ride your fingers, baby. You don’t have to do anything, I’ll do all the work.”
He groaned. “Did you just beg to ride my fingers, princess?”
He tapped your clit twice, then moved down to collect your wetness with his fingertips. Any punishment he wanted to inflict on you went out the window.
“Fuck, yes. Come here, sweetheart.” He was already sitting up and pulling you onto his lap, his hand disappearing between your legs again. “I want to watch you come all over my fingers.”
MDNI, you're a brat & eren has anger problems, sexual content
Synopsis: Eren pisses you off, and when you're still giving him a hard time, he decides he's had enough
to sum it up: you should have known that Eren wouldn't let you get away with your sass
WC: 4,790
Warning(s): literally just smut, vulgar language, slight manhandling, spanking, soft/hard dom
You really did believe that you hated your boyfriend sometimes.
While he was mostly attentive and caring, showering you with his love and affection, there resided his stubborn arrogance whenever the two of you were arguing.
It hadn’t even been a big deal to you before Eren’s reaction made you angry. You swore that at times he just didn’t understand how his tone impacted the things that he said and how they made you feel. He was so quick to make faces, to snap with some snarky remark when he didn’t see the same fault in his actions that you did.
And it drove you crazy.
Granted, what you had been upset about was a very small matter. You had asked Eren to help you pick out an outfit for the weekend since you both were going to be spending time out with your friends. You showed him the choices between a skirt and some jeans.
Eren furrowed his eyebrows at the options, picking the jeans rather quickly because he knew of the upcoming weather. Now he had not meant to offend you when his brows furrowed and his lips tightened upon looking at your skirt. He was simply concerned over the drop in the temperature and confused as to why you would pick something so revealing if it was going to be chilly.
He could have been nicer about it, but he had been tired and instead said: “I don’t know why you’d wear that skirt in the first place,” with a bored tone.
You lowered your clothes, staring at him skeptically with hard eyes. “What are you talking about?” you asked, attitude dripping into your tone.
Eren’s eyes cut over to you with hard confusion. “I just mean you should be more aware of the right time and place to dress a certain way.”
Now you were getting annoyed. “Oh, so you have a problem with the way I dress now?”
“What? Baby, I didn’t say that. I just mean that if it’s going to be fifty out, you shouldn’t go prancing around without your legs being covered,” he explained.
You rolled your eyes, dropping your clothes back onto your bed with force. “Then just say that next time, Eren.”
Eren watched the motion closely then dragged his eyes back up to you, suspicion bubbling in his gaze. “What’s wrong with you?”
“I just think you need to be mindful of how you talk to me sometimes,” you hissed, narrowing your eyes and turning away. “You can sound so rude.”
“How is it rude that I don’t want you catching a cold?”
“It’s not that, it’s the way you make things sound.”
Eren tilted his head back with a groan. “For god’s sake, (Y/n), I was just trying to help you.”
You sucked your teeth, clearly unable to get your boyfriend to understand where you were coming from. “Whatever,” you grumbled, turning on your heel and storming out of your own room.
Eren watched you leave, perplexed, completely unaware of how he could have possibly pissed you off this time around.
He thought that you just needed a few hours to blow off some steam, but that night when he asked you what you wanted for dinner, you coldly told him to fuck off from where you sat in the corner of the couch.
He stared at you, eying your closed off position from where he stood in your kitchen with his phone in hand. When he tried again and mentioned that he was ordering food, you ignored him this time, keeping your eyes glued to your phone screen with a blank face.
He took a deep breath to himself, shaking his head as he put in your order anyway. He knew you would have been even angrier if he didn’t get you something to eat.
But then, when the food came, you took it off into your room and ate behind your closed door. When you finished and came back out, you hadn’t even thanked Eren or acknowledged his presence at the dining table. You simply walked past him to throw away your trash and disappeared wordlessly into the bathroom to shower.
That’s when he started getting pissed.
You had always harbored such awful attitude issues, but in turn, so did Eren. It was one of the many things that brought you two together and simultaneously had you butting heads every now and then. Eren was stubborn and blunt while you were easily irritated and cheeky. Your personality traits worked to destroy each other at the worst of times, but it was nothing Eren didn’t know how to fix. After all, he knew you and your body like the back of his hand.
And when you got mouthy with him, well, he just was not the man to tolerate it. After all, he had a big ego and a tendency to react aggressively when he felt he was being attacked. He was nothing if not perfectly capable of handling you the way you needed to be handled when you got like this.
Eren was sitting on the edge of your bed with his legs sprawled out when you stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around your damp body as steam enveloped your figure. He looked up at you through his brown locks, watching you scoff at his presence and move around him like he wasn’t there.
“(Y/n), I wanna talk to you for a sec.”
“No. I’m busy.”
You were so quick to shut him down, rifling angrily through your drawers for your pajamas. Eren turned over his shoulder, twisting his body so that he could look at you. “I wasn’t asking.”
“That’s too bad, maybe you should ask next time and see if you have any luck.”
Oh. You were really testing your limits today.
“(Y/n),” he called your name again, more firmly. This time you stop and turn around, passing on your deadly glare.
“What?”
Eren was not having it, not one bit.
“You wanna fix your tone?” he lifted his brows, anger swimming in his aqua eyes.
“No, I think I’m good,” you smiled tightly.
With that, Eren rose to his feet, rounding your bed to approach you. You watched him with hard eyes and arms crossed over your chest, expression tense and frustrated. “Try that again, baby,” he warned, hand closing gently around your throat as he leaned into you. “Check that attitude before I have to do something about it.”
Your gaze didn’t falter, for you were far too determined to make Eren see just how angry with him you were. “Fuck. Off.”
Eren’s eyes went cold, lust and impatience clouding his gaze. His large fingers tightened around the plush of your neck, pulling you further toward him. He could see that flicker of vulnerability flash in your eyes as his grip tightened, your legs shifting under you.
“Wrong answer.”
Eren didn’t waste any time in ripping your towel from your damp body, picking you up, and tossing you onto your bed. You watched as Eren’s eyes went red, shivering under his build as he lifted his shirt over his head to reveal his mouth watering build.
You had found yourself in this position far too many times. You would catch an attitude, Eren would get riled up, and the next thing you knew, he was fucking the shit out of you. You couldn’t deny the fact that you loved the way he handled you, but at the same time, you still couldn’t let go of why you were angry with him, especially if he didn’t apologize. He expected not to be held accountable, and it pissed you off.
“Flip over.” he ordered.
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
That was fine with him.
He took it upon himself to maneuver you into the position he desired. He flipped you onto your stomach, then forced your bare ass into the air and arched your back downward, pressing your head into the blankets. You could feel the wind get knocked out of you with the motion, for he had done so with no hesitation and with impressive speed.
You heard him undoing his belt and tossing his shirt off into the corner. He pulled your arms up from the bed and pinned them to your lower back, encouraging a whine to slide from your throat. “I don’t wanna fucking hear it,” he growled, using his belt to bind your wrists together tightly. You hissed when he tugged at the leather, ensuring that he had secured your arms tight enough.
Eren was quick to give extra attention to your bum. He hummed, grabbing handfuls of your ass and digging his fingers into the plush flesh eagerly. A string of arousal drooled from your pussy as he did so, and he scoffed. He sent a harsh slap to your backside, your body jumping forward and a cry ripping into the air.
“You must like pissing me off,” he slid his hand up your spine and leaned over to whisper into your ear. “I haven’t even touched you and you're already wet for me…”
You groaned, grumbling angrily to yourself through the mess of your pillows.
“You’re gonna take this shit and you're not gonna complain, you got me?”
“Shut the fuck up, Eren,” you muttered weakly.
Eren slapped your ass again, then once more. You groaned, scrunching your eyes closed and fidgeting against your constraints. “What the fuck did I just say? Come on.”
He moved back down to your ass, kissing across the quickly reddening hand prints that decorating your brown skin. He smoothed his hands downward to your thighs, gently pressing a kiss from your inner leg to the lips of your pussy. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sensation as your lower half squirmed in anticipation. He kept a hand on your bound wrists, pinning them down harshly.
“Don’t squirm,” he ordered, ducking down to press a soft kiss to your sopping clit. A hoarse whine broke from your mouth, your body aching for Eren’s touch.
“Please,” you begged softly. “Just hurry up and touch me, please.”
“Cute of you to think you can make demands after acting so pissy with me all day,” he grumbled darkly. “Don’t start begging now, mama,” Eren landed another sharp smack to your ass. You jumped and cried out before Eren stabilized you again. “You're gonna be patient and take what I give when I give it.”
“‘Ren, please,” you continued to beg pitifully, knowing the nickname you used would get you whatever you wanted. Eren clenched his jaw tightly, prying your legs open further by pushing your thighs apart. He said nothing more as he dove face first into your soaking cunt, licking a long strip from your folds to your clit.
The moan that ripped from your lips sent the blood straight down to Eren’s dick, encouraging him to proceed despite his agitation with you.
His tongue flattened around your clit as he licked it gently, wrapping his lips carefully around it and sucking generously. Your body began quivering already as his tongue swirled around your lips, slurping your arousal into the warm cavern of his mouth. He hummed, savoring the taste of your juices against his tongue and sending vibrations through your sex. He worked his way down, flicking his tongue around excitedly before plunging it inside of your walls.
“Shit,” Your jaw fell open, moans muffled by the pillows below Eren slurped your greedy pussy loudly. You could feel your resolved crumbling, his tongue too good for you to think straight.
Your wrists started to fight against his hold, but he kept his word and his grip on them tight. The more you wriggled around, the tighter his hold became and the harder he sucked. Eren shifted the pace as his tongue moved quicker, flicking up and down, inside and out.
“Fuckkk,” You whined. “Oh god, Eren, please…”
The said man made a noise similar to no and shook his head back and forth, eating out your cunt for all he was worth. You dripped into his mouth pathetically, legs trembling around his head while he relished in his meal.
He moved his free hand in between your legs to rub circles over your puffy clit as he proceeded to devour your fluids. Your toes curled tightly and your wails grew louder, desperate pleas flooding the atmosphere and making you forget that you were ever angry with him in the first place.
“Shit, I’m so close,” you moaned, turning your head to the side so that your cheek was squished against the bed.
“You want me to make you cum, pretty girl? Is that it?” Eren lifted his head to coo breathlessly, his fingers picking up pace in rubbing vigorously against your drenched clit. You squealed, eyes rolling into the back of your head.
“Yes, please, please, please,” you begged, your sweet release the only thing occupying your brain as it built up to the point where you were about to break.
Right before your orgasm could crash over you, Eren ripped his hand away, leaving the cold air to nip at your wetness. You whined in retaliation and dismay, wriggling around more though it was helpless for you to do so.
“That’s too bad,” he tsked, running his palms over the flesh of your ass once again. “Wish you could be this sweet all the time, but pretty girls with bad attitudes don’t get to cum.”
“Eren, I swear to god.”
“You apologize, you get to cum.”
“I fucking hate you.”
A fire lit in Eren’s eyes as the words reached his ears. “Do you, now? You hate me? That’s what we’re doing?”
Your heart dropped in your ass at the sound of his voice sinking into something dangerous, something primal, something indisputably pissed off. You knew you fucked up.
Eren was quick to grab you by the waist and pull you onto his lap once he had shifted into a seated position comfortably. He kept your tied wrists pinned to your back, which he arched deeply over his lap, leaving your ass laying directly in front of him. “Count to ten.”
“Wh-”
You yelped when another sharp sting hit your cheeks, eyes watering at the sensation. “Count,” Edward ordered.
“O-One.”
Another slap, harder than the last. You attempted to suppress your cry, sinking your teeth violently into your lip.
“Two…”
And again, then again, and again.
“Do you I’m playing with you, (Y/n)?” Slap. “You think you can just talk to me however you want?” Slap. “You like when I get angry with you? You like me having to put you in your fucking place? Huh?”
“No, Eren!” You sobbed out.
“Then why do you keep slinging that attitude around with me? Haven’t I told you to reel it in before?”
“I’m sorry!”
Slap!
“It’s too late now, baby, gotta take this punishment. Then I’ll know if you really mean it.”
You were reduced to a teary eyed, quivering mess by the time Eren number nine. He noticed that you were gone when you were no longer fighting against him but simply begging him to stop, your voice shaking with your cries.
The brunette could feel his heart ache at the sound of your pleas, deciding that you had enough and learned your lesson.
Eren hushed you softly and leaned over behind your ear, listening to your sniffle and whimper for him. “It’s okay, baby, you’re okay. You got one more, okay? You think you can take one more for me?”
You whined for a moment, completely unable to process his question, though found yourself responding to the warmth in his tone and nodding in agreement in a daze. You felt his lips meet your back in a soft kiss.
“Good girl, baby. Alright, just one more. You got it.”
You winced and tensed up your body as you prepared yourself for the last smack. Eren sat back up straight and raised his hand, then landed his final strike upon your ass. You jumped, before finally relaxing, having realized that it was over.
“You did so good, (Y/n). Look at you. Such a good girl, for me, you know that? You always have been,” Eren praised, his cold facade having completely disappeared.
He wrapped his arms around your waist gently and pulled you up, moving you to lay on your back carefully. You cringed as the sting in your butt met the cool sheets, but you eventually relaxed when Eren’s hands came to caress your skin lovingly.
You were then reminded of Eren’s passion and tenderness despite his flaws, reminded of why you loved him. Your mind was fuzzy and your vision was blurred with tears, and you didn’t have it in your heart to still be mad.
“M’sorry,” you murmured over and over. “Sorry, Eren. I’m sorry.”
“Shhh, it’s okay. Calm down,” his thumb glided carefully over your eyelashes, wiping away the tears that had collected in them. He pressed warm, soft kisses to your cheek, then to your neck, chest, and stomach whilst his hands slid up and down your arms. He carefully removed his belt from your wrists as he kissed you then tossed it onto the floor. “You did real good, mama. You did such a good job. Let me take care of you, okay? Just calm down for me.”
You responded with a mute nod and hazy eyes.
Eren stripped his lower body naked before climbing directly over top of your. You watched with blown pupils as he pressed his body down against you, keeping you protected and secure by the warmth of his skin. Your arms moved to cage him to you, your hands running over his bare back as he kissed you softly, sweetly.
Your lips moved in a gentle fluid motion, Eren’s hands finding your hair, your cheek, your waist, your thigh. He carefully guided the latter over his torso, to which it subconsciously hooked around. Eren continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ear as his hand moved to stroke his length. You took notice and looked down, unwinding one arm from around Eren’s frame to reach down and assist.
Eren’s brows furrowed slightly and his jaw fell slack at the heavenly sensation of your soft hand gliding up and down his girth. He took the opportunity to guide his length toward your entrance, dick aching with anticipation. “Open your legs up a little more for me,” he breathed out softly. You obeyed, wrapping your other thigh around his torso and bending your knees so that he had proper access. “There you go.”
Eren pressed himself slowly into your entrance, a string of curses falling from his mouth as he slid through your gummy walls. The two of you watched as he disappeared inside of you with gaping mouths, your head falling back when he bottomed out.
“Just like that, there it is,” Eren began babbling to himself, keeping his eyes trained downward as he watched his dick slide out of your pussy slowly then back into it with a squelch. “There's my favorite pussy…”
“Eren,” you moaned, wrapping your arms back around his broad shoulders. The said man began to adjust to a rhythm, rocking his hips back and forth, pushing himself deeper into your guts with each slow thrust. You groaned, brows curling upward and eyes blurring over.
“Fuck,” he hissed, the sound of your fluid gushing around his cock falling like a symphony upon his ears. “Fucking…” he trailed off, losing himself in the feeling of your tight walls dragging him back in with each push.
“Oh, fuckkkk,” you moaned, pushing your forehead against Eren’s. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he guided himself back into you over and over again.
“You like that, pretty girl?”
“Yeah,” you breathed.
“Fuck, you’s sucking me in, baby,” Eren strained out through a heavy breath, picking up the pace gradually. He moved skillfully, thrusting himself in and stilling momentarily, deep within you so that you could feel every inch of him occupy your greedy cunt. You cried, dragging your nails down his back as he pulled out and thrusted in faster, deeper.
The sound of skin slapping against skin lifted into the air, cream drooling from the space in which the two were connected as he fucked into you passionately. Your moans jumped with the jerk of Eren’s hips slamming repeatedly into yours, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist.
“You like when I fuck you like this?”
“Yes, ‘Ren,” you cried. “Love it so much!”
“You’re gonna be good, baby? Gonna behave for me now?”
“Yes…” you sighed out.
“Can’t hear you doll, speak up for me like I know you can. Lemme hear that pretty voice.”
“Yes, Eren, I’m yours! I’m all yours,” you gave in, legs trembling around his waist as he kissed sloppily down the base of your neck. His pace quickened once more as he pounded into you relentlessly, holding you down so that you had nowhere to run. You could feel your eyes cross as his dick speared into your soaking sex, your moans growing louder by the second.
“That’s a good girl, see?” he breathed into your ear. “That’s all you had to say baby. Coulda been done with this so long ago if you would have been nicer.”
Eren pulled you up by your waist, keeping the two connected, and sat back on his haunches with your legs still wrapped around his waist. He lifted you up into the air and sank your back down onto his dick, making you feel every inch of him slide through your gut. You cried, clinging to his neck desperately as you fucked yourself on him up and down.
Eren assisted you by guiding your hips and keeping you upright, watching as you bounced on his length and swallowed all of him without hesitation.
“Shit,” Eren groaned. “Fuck, (Y/n), keep moving just like that.”
He tilted his chin to look up at you as you moved, your tits bouncing excitedly. His eyes were half lidded as he gazed at you, sweat dripping from his forehead and sticking loose strands of hair to his skin. His mouth hung open, completely whipped.
“Who does this pussy belong to, baby?” he breathed out raggedly, tongue swiping over his wet lips.
“Ngh, you, Eren, only youuuu!”
“You gonna catch an attitude with me again?”
“No, I won’t, I promise, I promise- fuck!” you wailed.
“Yeah,” he moaned, eyes roaming over your damp skin in amazement. “This dick belongs to you, baby, you know that? Look at me.”
You slowed your movements slightly to meet his gaze, eyes watery and face red. Eren slid one hand up your back to meet your hair as he looked at your and grinded up into your slowly.
“It’s only yours, mama. S’all yours, I’m sorry about today. I didn’t mean to make you mad. I’ll try to be more patient with you, baby, I’ll try to watch how I say things. I promise, ‘cause I love you. You’re the only one who can treat this dick right. You hear me?”
You nodded slowly, moving your hands to his shoulders as you mimicked his movements, lowered yourself, and grinded your pelvis against his hips. Eren groaned out. “Say it.”
“I’m the only one who can treat this dick right,” you whispered, eyes glazing over.
“And who does it belong to?”
“Me.”
“That’s right. That’s right,” he ducked his head into the crook over your shoulder and kissed you softly. “I’m all yours, baby. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, ‘m’sorry.”
You moaned softly, overwhelmed by pleasure and your love for your partner. You continued to roll your hips back and forth, your head rolling over your shoulders as you soaked in the feeling of Eren’s dick nudging your insides. Eren shifted so that his legs were splayed out in front of him and moved his hands to grab your ass. He momentarily forgot that it was still sore from his punishment, and kissed you apologetically when you hissed at the contact. He cradled you softly, guiding your back up and down on his cock.
“Fuck, Eren, you fill me up so good,” you whimpered, burying your face into his neck.
“Lemme see you. Lemme see your face while you bounce on my dick, baby.”
You mustered as much energy as you could to lift your head from his neck and look down at him as you proceeded to bounce, his length reaching your g-spot suddenly. You gasped and paused, leading Eren to grab your waist tightly and guide your back down.
“Don’t run away from it, baby, take it,” he whispered, securing his grip around your hips to fuck up into you, rubbing continuously against your sweet spot. You cried out, gripping his shoulders and digging your nails into his skin.
“Oh god,” you drooled, the sensation of his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust making you clench around him. He wrapped his strong arms around your frame tightly and kept your body pressed against him, watching your face contort with pleasure. “I’m close, Eren, I’m so close.”
“You gonna cum for me, baby? You gonna cum on this dick, huh?”
He thrusted into you harder, chasing your tightening walls as his own release built in his gut. He gritted his teeth, eyes glowering with animalistic passion whilst fucking you mercilessly.
You couldn’t hold it any longer. You were falling apart before you could give a warning. Within seconds, Eren was pushed out by a gush of your orgasm. He lifted you up over his dick by your waist and watched you squirt all over his abdomen. Your legs shook violently as you moaned helplessly, eyes disappearing into your skull once more.
“God damn,” Eren murmured as he watched your pussy leak like a broken pipe. It was filthy.
Knowing that you were practically drained of all energy you once had, Eren lifted you up and placed your back onto your stomach. Your face sank into the pillows and your ass arched into the air again subconsciously.
“Such a good girl, so fucking pretty,” Eren marveled as he guided his length back into your gaping, dripping hole. You whimpered and whined, completely overstimulated by the sensation. Eren pressed his palm against your shoulder and he thrusted back up into your walls, discovering his pace once again as he chased his high. He watched your fluid jump out against his skin with each thrust and felt himself getting closer as your walls dragged him deeper, tighter.
“Fuck, yeah, look at this perfect fucking pussy,” he blabbered as you tried to squirm away. “Uh uh, lemme feel you for a little bit longer,” he coaxed as he held you to him by your waist.
Beads of sweat flew from his face and his brows arched, strangled moans leaving his mouth with each slam of his pelvis to your ass and you could do nothing but take it.
You grabbed a fistfull of the sheets and screamed into them, the knot in your gut building once more, so quickly after your last release.
“C’mon, pretty baby, give that shit to me,” Eren mumbled, plowing into your. “Fuck, I’m close.”
“Cum for me, Eren, please,” You cried, tears dripping down your face.
You were drenched, your juices dripping down your inner thighs as Eren and yourself approached your releases.
“I’m cumming, baby. Fuck-” Eren pulled out hastily and spurted his warm seed all over your back. A long, hoarse groan slid from his throat as his thumb smoothed over the fat of your reddened ass and pumped himself dry. You could feel the last of your release slip down your thighs and onto your bed before your body gave out and you slumped flat against the comforter.
Eren took a moment to breathe before realizing that he had cum all over your skin. He looked around and spotted your discarded towel on the floor. He guided the fabric over your body and cleaned you properly, tossing it into the corner when he was done and pulling your limp body into him as he lay down to catch his breath.
You curled into him and rested your head on his chest as his arms embraced you warmly. “You did so good for me,” Eren muttered into your hair, pressing kisses into it as his hand smoothed over the individual braids. “Feel so good, always do. Just rest now, baby.”
You hummed, melting into him, your body completely spent. “You still piss me off,” you mumbled suddenly, and Een’s chest jumped with a laugh.
𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; ran gets so mad that he can't see through your fake apologies but izana does. he thinks it's cute how you believe that you run shit.
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, threesome, oral(reader giving and receiving), p in v, degradation,, izana and ran arguing over uuu, arguing, throat bulging, hair pulling, gagging, deepthroating, dp ig, daddy kink, brown skinned reader but skin color not mentioned, mention of rindou, petnames (slut, whore, princess, doll etc), couch sex, overstimulation, i think thats it, oh p2 to this
marls notes 2 u(*´▽｀*) ; here are the people who wanted prt 2 reallyyy badd!!! @mysouleaten
The photo of Izana gazing up at the camera while his face so deep in between your thighs was shoved in your face as Ran glared down at you “You’re a fucking slut, y’know that right?” Ran cursed at you as you swatted his phone away from your face. As much as you like looking at the picture, he was pissing you off by shoving that fucking phone in your face “I asked you what you did and you lied in my fucking face knowing you sent this shit to me.” The long-haired man angrily said to you getting all in your face. Nose to nose. Ran had never been this worked out about anything but it didn’t scare you, not one bit because you didn’t care. He could only blame himself for your infidelity.
Ran wasn’t willing to get on his knees for you like you were for him so you found someone who would without you even having to suck his dick. Well, you did suck Izana’s dick but that was after he ate you out. “I’m a slut because I wanted someone to eat my pussy? You weren’t going to do it so what the fuck was I supposed to do?” You asked pushing him away from you roughly. Ran looked at you as if you didn’t have any fucking common sense “I don’t know, not fuck my boss [Y/n]!” He yelled at you. The neighbors were probably ready to call the landlord on the two of you because of all the yelling that had been going on for the past half hour. Rindou was smart enough to leave when Ran asked you what you did the other day and got upset when you said nothing.
“I wouldn’t have had to fuck him if you did what I asked.” You said in a way calmer tone than his showing your true lack of care for the situation; it pissed ran off way more than the entire situation did. “You say it like I’ve never eaten you out before.” The Haitani male answered rolling his eyes at your comment which you scoffed at. “Once. I asked again and you didn’t but for some reason, I keep sucking your dick. Stupid.” Ran shrugged his shoulders as he chuckled a bit under his breath as if he didn’t care but you knew that he did.
“You know why. You’re the one that’s always pleading for more and more.” Ran paused to raise his voice a few octaves prepared to mock you “Daddy, I can feel it in my tummy! So warm! Uhn, Uhn, Uhn!” He teased with that stupid smirk on his face as you frowned, your nails digging into the palms of your hands in agitation. No matter what, Ran always made it his mission to tease you and be an absolute dick, especially in arguments. It didn’t matter how mad he got because his mission was to make you more upset than he was.
You glared at him “I ain’t fuck him because your dick was bad, I fucked him because his head was good.” Ran’s eyes narrowed at you just as yours did to him before he let that word slip from his mouth again “Slut.” Your hand was quick to swipe across his face leaving a red handprint on his right cheek. You were getting pretty fucking tired of him trying his hardest to irritate you because it was actually working. Whatever he was going to do, you wanted him to just do it and get the fuck out of your face.
“If you’re gonna leave just leave.” You said as Ran looked at you frankly unbothered by the slap to his face. He couldn’t count on both his hands how many times you’ve slapped him and this was not the hardest. You could do better honestly if you really wanted him to leave. “Nah, I wanna hear you say why you cheated. I want to hear those words come out of your mouth.” You scoffed once again. The fuck else did he want? A porno of you and Izana?
When you didn’t respond, ran began to walk closer to you forcing you further back until your lower legs hit the bed but he didn’t stop there, he kept walking until you were forced to sit on the edge of the bed and stare up at him as he loomed above you just waiting for you to speak “Wanted someone to eat that slutty pussy huh?” Ran asked brushing back his long hair that was free from the twin braids it usually was in. You didn’t say anything but nodded, still looking up at him through the small blades of hair that rested on your eyelids. His attitude right now was sort of turning you on…getting so worked up and upset. If he wasn’t going to leave, the least he could do was take out all that anger by fucking you. Maybe you were a slut like he said.
Ran gave a smile full of false sympathy as his hand crept up and grabbed your chin tilting your head up forcefully, he glanced down at your legs and saw how your thighs were beginning to rub against each other showing your need right now “Aw, wanna get fucked?” The Haitani male cooed to you. You knew exactly how to play ran to get what you wanted, all you needed was to play the embarrassed role and give a small apologetic look. “Yeah.” You said nodding gently and Ran cooed again as his smile grew.
His hand dropped from your face “Why don’t you get your new boy toy to help then?” He said not dropping the gentle tone he had just to toy with you a bit and you will admit, it did throw you off a bit but it’s okay. Sometimes things took a little more work for you to get what you wanted. “No please ran.” You said grabbing hold of his hand before he got the chance to turn his back on you. You looked up at him with fake tears glazing over your eyes “I’m sorry…I really am.” You pleaded trying to drag him closer to you.
“Are you sorry or do you want dick?” Dick. You could never be sorry for getting what you want, it’s not like you did it without asking him to eat you out because then you’d feel bad but you gave him a warning. Not like he cared about that bullshit so you had to give him a little apology to give him what he wants. The number one rule to not letting a man run you is learning when to give those fake tears and apologies so you can get whatever you want. “M’ sorry. Please, Daddy.” Ran’s grin turned nasty at how you addressed him. He was so easy to please.
Ran grabbed your jaw and leaned down to connect his lips to yours roughly leaning down just a little bit. He forced his leg between your thighs making you part your legs wider to give him better access and he pushed his leg right against your clothed cunt making you moan into his mouth “Feel good?” Ran asked in between kisses as he put his hands on your shoulders. You hummed happily in response letting him push you to lie on the bed, legs still dangling over the edge. Ran broke the kiss and caged you between his arms and stared at you, his long hair coming undone from behind his ear and floating above your face.
“I don’t wanna give you a reason to go to him for some shit like this ever again,” Ran said sternly and you grinned up at him as your thighs squeezed around his leg “Then eat my fucking pussy ran.” You said a bit meaner than you anticipated but it got your point across because his hands went to your legs that were clamped tight around his leg that had stopped moving at this point. Ran lowered himself to his knees onto the carpeted floor of the bedroom and spread your legs wide for him “As you wish pretty.” The blonde and black-haired man said as his fingers traveled up your legs tickling your skin on the way. His long fingers hooked onto the waist of your pants and panties and pulled them both down in one swoop, you kicked them off to a random place in the room and stared down at Ran just waiting for his head to go between your thighs.
He made eye contact with you before slowly putting his face between your legs and he began to lap at your clit making you mewl. You grabbed at the blankets and bucked your hips up as a way to tell him to stop teasing you making him smile on your clit and just when he was getting started to tongue-fuck your hole that was just soaked, squeezing around pure nothing, there was a knock at the door.
What the fuck. You groaned loudly sitting up as Ran rose from your pussy “I got it.” He said delivering a light slap to your pussy making you shiver before he hopped away toward the front door leaving you there with your lower half naked. If that was Rindou who forgot his key, I’ll kill him, you thought rolling your eyes as you waited patiently for your boyfriend to get back and give some stupid excuse for what it was. “Pretty, why don’t you come here for a second?” You heard Ran shout from the living room confusing you.
You gently tilted your body to the side to peek out of the open door and your heart dropped just a tad bit. Ran was grinning at you and Izana in the doorframe of the front door with that careless look on his face that he always had. You had completely forgotten that you told Izana he could come over today. In your defense, you thought that Ran and Rindou were going to be out doing some stupid shit today not that you and Ran would argue until it lead to angry sex. Standing up, you felt a bit nervous and you didn’t want to go out there at all but you did.
Izana’s eyes drifted from your face to your lower half and a small smile appeared on his face but he didn’t say anything “Pretty, why don’t you answer the question I asked you earlier? Seems like the perfect time right now.” Ran said draping an arm over your shoulder, he didn’t look at you because his gaze was locked on Izana. There was a smile on his face but it was obvious from the look in his eyes that he did not like Izana being here, hated it actually and it was probably taking everything in him not to launch at Izana.
Maybe it was because he just got the best idea of his life or because Izana could beat his ass very easily. Your eyes shifted to Ran as you nervously shifted in place. You would like to say that you didn’t know why you were so nervous now when you were just so confident about defending your actions but you knew. Having Izana and Ran near you while you were practically naked and dripping was embarrassing. You didn’t know how you’d be able to handle both of them. Telling ran whatever he wanted to hear would not be what Izana wanted and vice versa, you would not be able to lie to them and make them both happy. Rule number two of not letting a man run you is to know when you’re outnumbered and when it’s time to give up and standing here with these two men looming over you waiting for you to speak was definitely telling you that it’s time to give up. Your false apologies may work on them if you played your cards right but that’s it and you didn’t want to risk it failing.
“Don’t look at me, look at your little boy toy.” Ran said glancing down at you before looking at Izana once again who gave a snarky smile “Don’t call me little.” Izana not being bothered by being labeled as your boy toy was not surprising but he was not little. Not by a long shot in any way.
Your eyes shifted to Izana like you were told “Go ahead, tell him why you ran to him.” Ran said a little more stern this time showing he was getting upset at your lack of words. He slapped your bare ass hard making you yelp and jump slightly earning a laugh out of Izana “Wanted to get my pussy ate…” You muttered. The nervousness and hesitation to answer the question were real this time and Ran grinned, you wondered if he knew you were lying the entire time. Izana cooed at your demeanor and then his eyes flickered back to Ran.
“So what? Is this your way of telling me you want to watch when I eat your girlfriend out?” Izana asked with a mocking grin on his face and Ran almost laughed seriously. “Ha, no. I want you to tell me how you did it so she never has a reason to see you again.” Ran said. He wasn’t asking, he was demanding it and luckily for him, Izana wasn’t too against this idea especially because of how you seemed to quake at the request. Ran was so serious about you not leaving that he’d actually do this shit? Was that the case or did he just want to embarrass you to teach you a lesson? To teach you that in fact, you didn’t run shit.
Izana leaned against the door that had closed behind him a long time ago. “So a tutorial? I’ll do it but if you think that’s gonna stop her from coming to me or for me, you’re stupider than I thought you were.” Ran went to protest against the assumption but when he noticed that Izana wasn’t even looking at him and instead focusing on you, he decided to be quiet and listen to what was going to be said. Izana lifted his hand and gestured for you to come closer to him with two of his fingers, his grin widened as he observed how nervous you seemed. From the moment he walked in the door, the air in the apartment seemed to shift and he almost giggled as he remembered how your once calm and slightly annoyed look dropped when you saw he was here.
He wondered what happened before he got here. You stepped just a bit closer to him and his hand went to your chin holding it gently and you seemed to get even more nervous, you didn’t want Ran to find out about your false apologies. Izana didn’t look like he’d care that much but ran would and knowing Izana…he’d exploit that annoyance and use it to his advantage. What would happen after that was beyond you but you knew you’d be a part of it.
And you wanted it. You wanted it so fucking bad.
Izana’s lilac eyes flickered past you and to Ran “What’d you do to her? Princess looks like she’s gonna cry…” He said in a mocking tone and you damn nere were going to cry with how he was saying that “Nothin’. She was just begging for me a second ago, how she was so sorry for getting a side bitch.” You should’ve known better really…if you remembered that Izana was coming over, maybe just maybe you would’ve done literally anything else than lie to ran because of course he was going to bring it up to be petty. The purple gaze that was lighter than your boyfriend's came back to you and his hold on your face became cold and you got even more scared. You were just mere words away from getting cornered because of your own lies.
“Really? Are you sorry?” Izana asked knowing damn well you weren’t. See Izana was a lot smarter than Ran, not to say Ran was stupid but Izana was definitely smarter and he saw right through those lies despite not hearing them from you himself. You were not sorry. If you were sorry, you would not have invited him over. You lied to ran and that dumbass believed you because you stuck your bottom lip out and acted like you needed him. But he wasn’t going to be the one to break that news to ran, he wanted you to do it and admit that you lied. Ran raised an eyebrow at your silence as you avoided eye contact with Izana, Ran’s hands found their way on your hips. As if to give you a little push in the direction of answering but you remained silent until Izana tilted his head giving you that look. It was a threat.
“I don’t know…” You muttered quietly and Izana’s thumb grazed over your cheek “So I guess that’s a no.” Izana muttered almost as quietly as your words were and Ran chuckled lowly from behind you “Why am I even surprised? You’re lying so you can get dick?” He said and you knew that his words had evil intent. He wanted revenge.
Izana nodded in agreement “Seems like princess wants two. Such a bad girl being selfish.” Izana said with that kind tone he always used but it was different. He was mocking you just a tad bit. He got closer to your face, and his grip on your chin was harsh forcing you to make eye contact with him “I’ma help your dear boyfriend learn to eat your sloppy pussy out and then we can find out what to do with you, understand doll?” Izana asked and you nodded in response still remaining eye contact with him and Ran did not like that at all. His fingers dug into the bare skin of your hips before he yanked you away from the white-haired man.
“Get on the couch and spread ‘em,” Ran said reaching his hand around to slap your cunt making you squeal and hurry over to the couch. Izana and Ran then made eye contact after watching your form scurry over to the couch and lie down “You seem upset.” Izana said, the smile on his face not faltering at all.
“I’m not. Why would I be?” Ran asked with the same smile, his words were almost teasing.
Izana shrugged. “I’d be mad too but I’m just the side bitch, so I wouldn’t understand, right?” He said with his smile growing into a toothy one before walking past Ran and making his way over to the side of the couch where your head rested. Ran wished he could hit Izana, beat his ass even but he’d never win that fight. He’d die before he got another hit on the Kurokawa so he just sighed lowly and focused on his anger toward you.
Ran sat on his hind legs on the couch right in front of your spread legs, on the opposite end that Izana was leaning on just floating above your head. He looked at you and then his eyes slowly trailed down to your bare cunt that was wet. Slut. Getting wet from watching them argue over you and out you as a liar and a cock-hungry whore. “Let’s get this off, princess,” Izana said grabbing the end of the shirt you wore before pulling it off and throwing it somewhere in the room and he grinned at the sight of your bare tits, nipples already hard. “No bra. Just how I like you.” Izana muttered pressing his lips against your cheek getting closer and closer to your lips with each small kiss and as much as you wanted to kiss him back; Ran was glaring at you almost daring you to kiss him “Uhm…” You said quietly to gain Izana’s attention.
He looked at you and then at Ran as his hands trailed down to your shoulders and rested on your collarbones “What are you waiting for? Show me how you go down on her.” Izana said to Ran a bit upset because he stopped you from kissing him back. Ran’s hands grabbed your thighs before he immediately dove his head in between your legs after rolling his eyes at Izana.
“No wonder she came to me. You just dive right in like a maniac.” Izana insulted caressing your face gently as you leaned your head back on the arm of the couch to look up at the tanned male with little whimpers leaving your lips. Ran slapped the inside of your thigh forcing you to look down at him, he had a sour look on his face obviously annoyed by Izana’s talk. However, you could care less what was going on between them because you were between the two of them, you just wanted ran to finally touch you but they were too busy arguing.
Izana reached his hand down to your chest and began to play with your nipple making you moan with a few sobs laced between it “See? Gotta tease her a little bit, work her up, and make her beg.” The short-haired male said remaining eye contact with Ran as you shook beneath him. It pissed Ran off so much that Izana was just there playing with you like you were his toy while staring at him dead in his eyes but Ran couldn’t say that he didn’t enjoy watching you squirm and whine.
Ran did what Izana told him and began to deliver small kisses on your bare thighs, biting just a little bit and smiling into your skin as he got closer to the parts of your thighs that were completely soaked from your arousal showing your true need for them. “P-Please…just want more.” You mewled grabbing Izana’s hand holding it tight and digging your nails into his skin but he merely chuckled and cooed at you “You can wait. Just a little longer.” Izana’s breath was hot on your ear and it was teasing.
Like everything else going on right now, it made you wetter and more needy. You just wanted them to touch you but they weren’t going to do that, they wanted to play with you like a game. “You say it like she deserves it.” Ran commented with a chuckle before biting into your thigh harshly making you squirm more, you reached for Izana in hopes that he might convince Ran to go easier on you “Izana…p-please ‘m really sorry.” You whined grabbing onto his hand while looking at him with teary eyes but he didn’t even get a chance to respond because Ran once again, bit your thigh making you yelp.
“He’s not saving you. He’s enjoying seeing you all teary-eyed, baby.” Ran said with an evil grin on your face as you looked at him while Izana continued to silently fondle with parts of your body. You sniffed while whining just wanting him to stop being so mean. Ran has always been mean but he’s being extra mean. Biting you harsher than normally, grabbing at the fat of your thighs to dig his nails into your skin causing indents, he was being a jerk but you were a liar. A whore and a liar. So he felt like you deserved it and Izana did too but he was mainly enjoying it than rather indulging in it.
This dynamic was so entertaining to him along with how you jumped at the slightest touch. Showed how needy you were for some dick. “’ M sorry Daddy!” You whined aloud. Izana resisted the urge to laugh, of course, you called ran ‘daddy’, guys who don’t eat pussy always wanted to get called daddy. “Princess…I’m feeling a little neglected. Maybe if you showed me some attention, I’d give you what you want or…one thing.” Izana said with his grin extending during his pause and you looked up at him.
“I’m sorry…make me feel good baby. Please.” You pleaded just wanting some form of relief, and ran’s kisses every-fucking-where but your clit was beginning to piss you off and he shoved you down every time you tried to buck your hips up. Izana leaned down and pressed his lips to yours engaging in a sloppy kiss, his tongue swiped along your bottom lip asking you to open your mouth and you obviously did. Izana’s hand held onto your face as he deepened the kiss and took control “W-Want…” Your whisper in the kiss made Izana laugh just a bit. So greedy.
He broke the kiss and stared at you with the same sneaky grin on his face and his thumb ran over your bottom lip making you open your mouth thinking he wanted to shove his fingers in your mouth. It was almost shameful how slutty you were acting “Such a filthy hole. Gonna put it to use okay?” His words were so filthy. Disgusting and you drooled at the thought of him fucking your face. You wanted his cock so bad or ran’s. Both.
It was almost hilarious how bold you were earlier in comparison to how you were just begging to be silenced by cock. You looked up at Izana with an upside-down view as he began to shuffle his sweats off and his tight-fitting boxers allowing his cock to spring up, his brown tip leaking a bit of precum. Your lips popped open wide prepared for him and it made him grin, he had you wrapped around his finger like a ribbon but from the way your body was shaking from just small touches from Ran and him blowing on your clit; it seemed like he’d have to share you but he didn’t care really…as long as he still had you at his feet even if ran was right beside him sharing your gaze.
“Ah–” You said quickly as Izana grabbed hold of your face before stuffing his thick cock into your mouth, his heavy balls resting on your face as you sucked him off as best as you could from the position of your head. A glob of drool began to trail down your chin and Ran watched as you fell apart over just some dick in your mouth, your mouth as almost as sloppy as your pussy that was drooling just as you were. “So messy,” Ran muttered tucking hair behind his hair before placing his hands back on your thighs to prevent them from closing. He could tell that you wanted to close them badly from how they flinched toward each other every other second.
“Keep ‘em open for me,” Ran said and you hummed in response to this, not even being able to nod or speak because of Izana’s cock. His hands drifted from your inner thighs and to your cunt where he spread your lower lips watching as your hole squeezed around nothing. As ran began to drift down for his mouth to meet your cunt, Izana found an opportunity to piss him off. “Didn’t I say not to act like an animal? Suck on her clit first.” The short-haired male said with a helpful tone but it was obvious to everyone else in the room that he was not trying to do that.
Ran growled loudly under his breath intensely annoyed with the other man but still grinned at him “I was just going to do that so why don’t you focus on fucking up her face?” He said similarly to Izana’s words with false kindness making Izana let out a small chuckle before he tilted his down at you and ran his fingers across your cheek “Looks like daddy’s angry–” Izana’s gaze went to Ran again “better take that out on her.” He continued flashing his whites at the man before shoving his dick farther down your throat making you choke all while remaining eye contact with your boyfriend.
Ran merely rolled his eyes and continued his actions, immediately latching his lips onto your clit like earlier and you shouted around Izana’s dick but it was only a muffled sound whose only purpose was to be laughed at by the male above you “Fuck. So pretty moanin’ like this–ngh.” Izana moaned with you as he slowly began to move his hips to fuck into your mouth. Your thighs clamped around Ran’s head, his hair tickling the back of your knee as your back arched up from the cushions of the couch. Ran’s large hands held onto your hips as he began to eat you out, tongue-fucking your soaking hole.
“U-Use your fingers too–ugh. Makes her cum like a virgin.” Izana directed squeezing his eyes shut while he continued to fuck your throat raw making it sore, there was even a small bulge in your throat from it. One of Izana’s hands made its way down to your chest and he grabbed at your tit harshly, teasing your nipples and pinching them while Ran did what Izana told him to. He began to plunge two of his fingers into your pussy as he made out with your clit.
His fingers swipe over the ridges of your plush walls teasing you and purposefully missing your g-spot just by one small touch “P-Please Daddy.” You managed to say, it was hardly a sentence from how mangled it was but they both understood it enough especially Izana with how you looked up at him with watery eyes just begging him to tell Ran to make you cum. “I don’t think you really deserve it, princess. Liars don’t deserve anything.” He said harshly making you whine.
Your walls got tight around ran’s fingers hoping he’d touch your sweet spot. Ran removed his lips from your clit and looked up at Izana “Nah, I think she does deserve it. She deserves everything.” You were too busy in your dreams of bliss to even notice what he said or how he and Izana looked at each other, having a silent conversation about the fate of your pleasure but they had come to a conclusion that they both agreed to. You deserved to cum. You really did.
“Hm, you’re right. Make the whore cum all over the couch.” Izana said and Ran didn’t have to be told twice to dive back between your legs that were quaking just begging him to go back under. The fingertips of ran’s fingertips grazed over your sweet spot making you moan like a pornstar.
He began to ram his fingers in and out of your pussy, the wet sounds echoing in your ear and Izana threw his head back, moaning not only at how good your throat felt closing around his dick but how nasty your pussy sounded. Ran’s long fingers hit your g-spot over and over making you yelp with each hit and your legs trembled around your boyfriend’s head while you allowed Izana just to use your throat as he pleased. It was enjoyable for you too, you felt yourself inching closer and closer to your orgasm as they both used you how they wanted.
Izana groaned loudly with his deep voice bouncing off the walls as he came down your throat. You coughed just a bit as you swallowed it, the thick and slightly sour consistency sliding down your aching throat with ease as if you were built for that purpose only “So fucking good.” The man said rubbing his hands all over your body as he came down from his high, breathing heavily as the white stands of his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead but you…you were still enjoying yourself. Your moans were audible now and they were sluttier than they were muted.
Your hands immediately flew to Ran’s full head of hair grabbing at his long locks “Ah! D-Daddy, f-feel s’good!” The moans spilled from your swollen lips, it was so hard for your words not to become mush with how they were playing with your body. Izana leaned forward and pressed his cheek against yours while tweaking your solid nipples “Baby…t’much. Can’t take ‘nymore!” You mewled blinking up at Izana, it felt so good but it was too overwhelming for you. He was playing with your body while Ran was fucking you with his fingers and sucking at your bundle of nerves.
A small kiss on your cheek and a simple statement were all you got from him “Yeah you can doll, gon’ take as much as we give you right?” Izana asked lowly in your ear and when you didn’t respond, he frowned. You continued to blabber out incomprehensible moans completely ignoring him and he didn’t like that, at all. He slapped your tit harshly making you yell loudly “Yeah, Yeah! I will, baby I promise!” You shouted squeezing your eyes shut and letting the tears stream down your cheeks that would leave marks when the salty liquid dried.
You bucked your hips up to get Ran’s fingers to go deeper, you were almost there. Just right there. “Ah! Cummin’, ‘m gonna cum!” Ran smiled into your pussy as he continued to lap at your clit and quicken the pace of his fingers to make you cum faster, drool dribbled from your lips as you continued to whimper, moan and shout from everything they were doing to you. Your thighs quaked whilst your walls fluttered around ran’s digits. Quickly, your orgasm rushed over you and you squirted all over Ran’s hand and face, dampening the couch cushions in the process.
As you breathed heavily, coming down from your high while Izana kissed all over your neck and face to soothe you, you saw Ran lifting his face from your cunt but then he started to play with the button of his jeans “...Huh?” You huffed in confusion tilting your head slightly and you felt Izana’s lips stretching into a smile onto your skin “Did you think we were done doll?” Izana asked and you didn’t respond and only continued to watch as Ran got rid of his pants and boxers. His hands grabbed hold of your thighs again and dragged you down the couch closer to him.
Ran let go of your thighs and then began to put his hair in a low ponytail with the hairband on his wrist “You wanna cum so bad? You’re gonna keep coming until we feel like stopping.” He said with a malicious grin on his face. Ran’s anger was no longer directed toward Izana, you weren’t even sure if he was angry anymore. But he pushed it aside regardless to team up with Izana to make you regret what you did and you were already near to tears before they even started.
You thought you ran shit but you didn’t. They ran everything, they ran your mind, your orgasm, your pussy and they were going to run that slutty ass pussy all the way through.
Likes incorporating sweets. Specifically likes to put whipped cream on your titties and suck it off. He could legit do this for hours. Also Mikey has a hugeeee mommy kink. (I could expand on this, in fact I need to)
Draken
Keeps his hair down while fucking. He likes that you can easily run your fingers through it and pull on it. He loves that the way his scalp burns when you get rough with it. That’s how he knows he’s fucking you real good. If nothing else, he sees how you look at him with his hair down and likes making you feral. Also call this man daddy. Please.
Takemitchy
Wants to be dominated so bad. Like he doesn’t even realize it until he has a girl who’s pushing him around a little. Honestly I think being slightly scared of his partner would turn him on. But like whether he is on top or bottom, you are calling the shots and he loves it.
Mitsuya
Really into foreplay. He will drag it out foreverrrr, not that you’re complaining Like he really is not into quickies at all (unless it’s a horny emergency). But truly taking his time with you gets him super hard. He loves being able to touch, taste, feel everything before going in.
Chifuyu
LOVES being dominant. He’s like a bratty dom. He loves teasing and getting you really worked and laughing at how bad you want it. Probably likes overstimulating you as well.
Baji
Oral is his fave. Both giving and receiving. He fucking loves seeing you on your knees in front of him and feeling your warm wet mouth sucking on him. But also he could eat you out for hours. Specifically loves when you sit on his face. Bro will damn near suffocate himself in some pussy.
Kazutora
Really likes mutual masturbation. It started out because he was worried about his inexperience and wanted to know how to pleasure you, but grew into a regular thing. Watching you finger yourself makes his cock throb. And seeing him cum all over his tummy ain’t half bad either <3.
cw: fem!reader, bonten tl, smut, unprotected sex, shower sex, oral (m rec), use of drugs (marijuana), creampie, use of pet names
ran haitani. ♱
your pouty lips wobbled as ran’s hips slammed into your ass cheeks. his palm pressing against your spine as you arched your back so perfectly for him. he can’t help but to slow his strokes, lean down and kiss your spine. “so pretty.. fuck.” he mumbles between kisses.
your fist squeeze the sheets for dear life as his cock slowly drags against your spongy walls, your pussy clenching around him so tightly. “ran, you’re s’deep..” you whimpered into the mattress, you swear you can feel him in your throat.
suddenly ran grabs a fistful of your hair, raising you up against his tatted chest and kisses your jaw and neck while he’s giving you the deadliest slowest strokes. “mmph— ran, m’gonna cum! m’cummin!” you sobbed, falling apart completely against him.
it’s not regularly that ran gets to see you like this.. working for the largest organization in the country isn’t for the weak. he’s rarely home and when he is, you’re melting in his hands exactly like you are now. he really needed this, needed you.
“hm, yeah? that’s it..” ran coos, smashing his lips against yours like a sudden wave, “cum on what’s yours, baby.”
rindou haitani. ♱
you’re a mess, completely spent as rindou has you pinned up against the marble wall of your shared shower. “rinnn— mmh, fuck!” you moaned, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as his strong arms hold your legs up.
squelching sounds along with the water drops from the shower are heard throughout the bathroom. rindou’s fat cock slides in and out of your sloppy wet pussy as luke warm water hits both of your bodies. your still so sensitive from your previous orgasms, but he just keeps going.. “shiiit— pretty.” rindou grunts in your ear, “yer’ fuckin’ pussy was made for me!” he says as his dick twitches, spraying his warm seed inside of your walls once more.
naked and wet.. fuck, you’re so beautiful like this and it’s all for him. he’d rather come home to see you like this every night because he knows he can bury his sins in you and you’ll accept them wholeheartedly.
you’re an angel sent from above just for him.
haruchiyo sanzu. ♱
“haru..” you whisper, stroking his hard length with your hands and giving his blushing tip subtle licks.
sanzu inhaled the smoke of his blunt.. looking at you with half lidded eyes as he lays back on your shared bed, watching your mouth get to work. he blows the smoke through his nostrils, “pretty ass lips, shit..” he mutters, putting the blunt back up against his lips.
your lips curled up into a smile before spitting on his dick and taking him whole. your head goes up and down while you massages his balls. sanzu puts his hand above your head, guiding you. “fuck, that’s it.. you’re taking me so well, babygirl.” he praises, throwing his head back against the headboard.
you released his cock with a pop, spit falling from your mouth and onto his cock, stroking it; giving off squelching sounds. you begin teasing the slit on his tip, you know it’s sensitive so your tongue swirls around it and over it. sanzu buckled his hips up, the sensation of your warm tongue getting too much for him.
“f-fuckk, baby.. shit!” he curses as he busts all on your pretty face. you happily lick it off around your lips with a smile, “you know, i could’ve swallowed it if you would’ve been a little more patient.” you said, your lashes batting up at him as you continue to stroke his dick with your hand.
he honestly doesn’t deserve you.. you’re too good for him, but he doesn’t know what he’d do without you. you are his high.. no marijuana or pills could ever get him as high as you do.
“fuck, babygirl.. you’re just so good to me.” he says as he takes another puff of his blunt.
synopsis: when watching a certain scary movie gives your husband, suguru, the perfect idea on how to ruin you.
c.w: p0rn with plot, fem!reader, reader is referred to as “good girl” “pretty girl”, mask kink (hehe<3), slight fear play, fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk, suguru talks you through it, praise kink, strength kink if you squint, im obsessed with suguru's arms, clit smack, multiple orgasms.
word count: 2,1k
note: i am BRICKED after writing this. happy halloween hehe.
In a dimly lit room, at around 10PM—it was a bit cold outside, the perfect weather to snuggle up and watch some movies. Romance movies? No, you did that last week. Action movie? Eh, you were not in the mood for that—oh, Scream. Your thumb presses on the movie before you put the remote control down and walk towards the kitchen to grab some snacks.
“Sugu, I picked a movie!” you announce as you make your way out of the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn and two drinks. Your husband marches down the stairs in a lazy manner, his long strands messily sticking out of his ponytail that he has to stop and tie it up again. He sees what movie you picked and he stands behind you on the couch.
“Scream?” he questions, hands resting on your shoulders.
“First movie, pretty iconic.”
“I don’t think it’s that scary though,” he doesn’t really say that he would rather watch something else, simply joins you on the couch and pulls you towards him with the bowl of popcorn resting on your lap.
The movie is indeed not that scary, you kept quoting some of the lines here and there, which earned you a chuckle from Suguru every time.
“No, please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface I wanna be in the sequel,” you say in the same voice and attitude and your husband runs a hand through your hair.
“I think you’d easily outsmart him,” your husband is very supportive of you, but instead of making fun of his statement, your heart thrums in your chest when you picture Suguru in the ghostface mask.
“Really?” you look up at him through your eyelashes but Suguru is staring ahead and doesn’t notice the eyes you’re giving him.
“Yeah, they’re all pretty stupid—minus Sidney, I mean the fact that—“ your husband goes on a three minute ramble about the plot, how he appreciates the intelligence of the main character all while saying that the choice of the ghostface killers was nice. Unbeknownst to him, you were thinking of something else. Something far dirtier than intended.
“Baby,” you cut him off from his ramble and he hums in response.
“You’d be pretty hot as ghostface.” Suguru looks down on you when you say that and raises both eyebrows knowingly.
“Are you insinuating something?” To which you shrug your shoulders before staring back at the big screen in your living room, playing innocent.
“Just saying.”
You weren’t just saying, you knew exactly what you were doing. The next day, you’re sat on your bed folding laundry while watching the newest episode to your favorite podcast. You liked keeping your brain stimulated, and it distracted you from the fact that your husband was always gone for long hours during the day. But when you hear the keys rustling and the front door opening, you raise an eyebrow but don’t question it. Today’s mission must’ve been quick, you think to yourself.
“Welcome home!” you call out from your bedroom but don’t bother to get up, you knew he would come to your bedroom immediately so you keep your eyes on your computer and go back to folding the laundry.
A couple of minutes pass and Suguru doesn’t walk inside the bedroom, so you start getting a little suspicious and decide to go check on him.
“Sugu?” you walk out of the bedroom and notice how the lights downstairs are turned off. You remember leaving them on for him, so he must’ve turned them off on his way upstairs—but where was he?
“Baby, are you in the shower?” the lights in the bathroom were on but the door was closed. Suguru never walked to the bathroom first without greeting you—unless something was wrong. You put your hand on the door handle, but before you could twist the knob, a warm and rough hand covers your mouth and your blood runs cold when you’re being pulled into a different room.
You don’t have time to scream or panic, because when you’re being pinned to the wall by a rather familiar set of hands, your eyes almost bulge out of your skull when you notice the ghostface mask. You’re breathing heavily, cheeks flushed but there’s no sign of panic because you know who this is—the dragon tattoo peeking out of his shirt and the wedding band on his ring finger are enough evidence.
“Do you like scary movies?” Suguru’s voice sounds silky smooth, but the flirting connotation to it has your heart leaping out of your chest.
“Sugu—“
“Wrong,” he pins both hands above your head and his body is so close to yours that you feel the heat radiating off of it. “Let’s try again, I know my girl is smart.”
Your breath is caught in your throat, but you play along and nod sheepishly.
“Do you like scary movies?”
“Mhm,”
“What’s your favorite scary movie?” He traces a finger over your cheek, and the arousal slowly starts pooling between your legs.
“Hm, I don’t know,” you reply in a similar flirtatious tone, nervousness long gone. The realization that you didn’t have to explicitly tell your husband about the ghostface mask and him buying it for your pleasure made all of this very thrilling.
“You have to have a favorite, what comes to mind?”
“Hm, Halloween,” you stick to the same script of the movie, you buck your hips towards him but he pushes a knee between your legs and pins you again to the wall. “Y’know, the one with the guy with the white mask that walks around and stalks baby sitters?”
“Yeah,” Suguru breathes out and takes in how gorgeous you look like this—how he should’ve thought of doing this a long time ago. Your eyes were blown out with lust, chest heaving in excitement all while allowing him to play with you like this. He could feel his pants tighten and his cock was slowly getting hard from knowing exactly what was coming.
“What’s yours?” you bring him out of his thoughts and although you can’t see his face, you know that he was giving you that signature charming smile that always won over your heart.
“Guess.” He purrs out and you subconsciously start grinding against his knee before giving him a reply.
“Nightmare on Elm Street,”
“Wrong,” Suguru goes off script and your lips part for a moment. You’re about to complain, tell him that this wasn’t in the movie—he lets go of your wrists and throws you over his shoulder, delivering a harsh smack to your ass, his rough hand kneads the skin as he makes his way towards your bedroom.
“Better luck next time,” he throws you on the bed and you let out a gasp when your back hits the mattress. You try to sit up, but your husband grabs your ankles and pulls you down towards the end of the bed. “Now let’s see just how fucking filthy you are,”
He parts your legs with his big hands covering the plush skin of your thighs, and you whine out when he removes your shorts to reveal your panties that had an obvious wet patch on them.
“Fuuuck,” he breathes out and lifts up the mask enough for his mouth and nose to be visible. He presses his nose against your panties and takes a whiff of your arousal, the sight is obscene and your face turns red at how pussy drunk he sounds. “Fuck, fuck—should’ve done this sooner baby, you smell so fucking good,” he gives your pussy a kiss through the fabric of your panties before his fingers remove them so messily that you let out a startled noise.
Suguru dives in between your legs and the wet sounds are dirty and make you feel even more turned on. His tongue laps at your clit, fingers pulling the hood back before spitting on it and your eyes roll to the back of your head when he sucks. Two of his thick fingers prod at your entrance, gathering some of the slick that’s pooled there before pushing a single finger inside.
“Thaaaat’s it, good girl,” he breathes out against your clit before giving it a kiss as he pushes the second finger inside. “Yeah, this pussy loves being stuffed by me—fuck, you’re so wet for me. All because of this mask baby girl?” his tone is playful but you’re far too gone to complain and just mindlessly nod.
“So drunk off of me and I haven’t even given you my cock,” he pumps his fingers in and out of you all while curling them to find that one spot inside you. He licks, sucks and spits on your clit with so much passion and when he finds that one spot, you let him know pretty quickly.
“Oh!” you gasp and your thighs shake. “S-Suguru, oh fuck--!” his wrist is burning as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you, and the veins in his forearm are bulging out from the sheer strength he is using to finger fuck you until you see white. His free hand comes down and presses against your stomach to apply pressure and keep you pinned down.
You make the mistake of opening your eyes to stare at him. His hand is covered in your arousal, but what truly pushes you over the edge is the fact that his mask had come down and was covering his face entirely. So when he decides to talk you through it, give you that one final push—the ghostface mask seems to intensify the orgasm tenfold.
“I know you’re a good girl, but I’m gonna need you to get dirty for me baby—there it is, theeere it is,” he sounds proud when you finally cum, and you’re loud. You whine and let out soft cries, your hands weakly push at his arm when he keeps fingering you through your orgasm.
“Suguru—too much!” you cry out and gasp when he pulls his fingers out of your soaking pussy to slap your clit.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he quickly starts to unbuckle his belt and pushes his pants enough to free his cock. The tip nudges at your folds and your husband hovers over you with his lean stature. Big broad shoulders cover your entire frame and you’re fucked out from your previous orgasm.
“I’m going in baby, let me in,” your legs spread instinctively to welcome him inside of you and you groan when you feel the sheer size of him inside you. Your hands grip at the back of his shirt, but Suguru holds himself up on his forearms so that you look at his mask.
“Yeah, that’s right—look at me baby, filthy fucking girl,” his strokes were slow but hard. His hands grab at the back of your thighs and push them before fucking into you harder. “You like it, huh?” you couldn’t even give a proper response, only mindlessly nodding when you could feel him even deeper inside you.
He pushes your knees to your chest before setting a dizzying pace. You feel so full of him, so full of his thick cock and Suguru’s eyes roll to the back of his head behind his mask every time he felt your pussy squeeze around him. His finger rubs at your clit the same way that you’ve shown him you like it, and the tip of his cock repeatedly nudges against that one spot that has you falling apart underneath him with a loud cry.
Your orgasm hits you hard and Suguru can’t hold it in any longer—he fucks into you for another minute, head buried in your neck as he groans out your name. Your pussy milks him dry, and he fills you up to the brim—to the point where you could feel him leak out of you.
You lay there breathing heavily, and you weakly reach for the ghostface mask and remove it off of your husband to reveal his sweaty forehead and flushed cheeks. He looks gorgeous like that, and you lock eyes for the first time since the entire night and you’re immediately pulled in towards one another.
Suguru kisses you with so much passion, dick still buried deep inside you and your legs stay wrapped around him as you two make out heavily under your sheets that stuck to your sweaty bodies. You pull away for a moment to kiss his forehead and Suguru closes his eyes as he melts at your touch.
“Thank you for that,” you say, so love struck that the man can’t help but chuckle at how breathless you sound.
“Let’s do it again, yeah?”
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are you attracted to father types because you want to feel the warm embrace of an authority figure that wont harm you while simultaneously caring about your well-being enough to guide you along and desiring you in a way that makes you feel special or are you normal
side note: Rindou’s also in this lol sorry can’t help but include my bby😮💨
Ran knows he likes you. He notices how your eyes light up when you smile, how you do that stupid pout thing whenever you want him to buy you coffee, and even the way you rub your legs together whenever he touches you in the slightest.
He loves you so much he’s sooo happy to see you always !!
Until the day he sees you lock arms with Rindou, talking his ear off and leaning so close to him. Since when the hell does Rindou get so many bitches?!?!? Nevermind that, why the hell are you even all over Rin?
“Hi Ran!!” You were so happy to see him always
“Hi princess! Hey Rindou.” Ran narrows his eyes at Rindou but you don’t notice.
Rindou shoots Ran a look of question as to why Ran is doing that to him.
“Say y/n, wanna stay over at mine and rin’s tonight?”
“OMGG YES! We can get food or watch a movie, something like that.”
“okay, swing by at 7”
You leave to go grab your stuff for the movie.
“ What the fuck is your problem Ran you look like I just fucked your wife” Rindou said
“Did you?” Ran asked
“What? The hell? No?! What’s it to you anyways isn’t she just your friend?” Rindou is so confused on so many levels
“ yeah but keep your fuckin hands off her you little shit “ ran said
“Oh my god, is THE Ran Haitani pissed because your girl likes me more?? Maybe I should fuck her, she likes me better anyways you know” Rindou was trying to get under Ran’s skin. He didn’t really mean it but it was one of the few times he had an advantage over Ran.
“ I swear to god I’ll kill you. I could fuck her way better than you ever could. And you better not fucking touch her ever.” Ran gets in Rindou’s face.
“Jesus Christ let’s just go home”
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The doorbell rings.
“I’m coming!” Rindou gets the door
“Oh hi y/n”
“hi rin, thanks for having me over! Where’s ran?” You asked.
“Right here pretty” he creeped up behind Rindou.
You walk in and set down your bag along with some snacks you brought.
“I actually have a bunch of homework to do so I can’t watch the movie tonight, you guys have fun though I’ll be in my room” Rindou walks off with his arms full of snacks.
“Y/n what do you say we watch in my room” Ran proposes
“Yeah sure lets go” you say.
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Ran puts a random movie on and you snuggle into him. In the middle of watching though, a scene comes on where the guy and girl make out and it has you rubbing your legs together. Ran takes notice and leans into you.
“ Did you like that?” Ran asks and it sends shivers down your spine.
“w-what??” Your throat runs dry and you’re suddenly aware of how close you are to ran, his hot breath fanning your ear, and his bulge.
Oh.
He’s hard.
“I said, did you like that?”
“y-yes.” You turned to him.
Ran reached into your pants and starts rubbing your clit through your panties. You whimper and sigh grabbing onto ran’s wrist.
“ tell me if you want me to stop”
“n-no keep going.”
Ran takes your pants and panties off and plants himself between your legs. He runs his fingers through your lips spreading your wetness all over your pussy and begins sucking your clit.
“ah- oh fuck ran.” you moan.
He slides a finger in and starts pumping into your gummy walls.
“Shit Princess this pussy tastes so good”
He adds another finger making you mewl. You cover your mouth remembering Rindou is in the room next to you, trying to keep it down so he doesn’t know. This makes ran mad and he starts scissoring his fingers at a fast pace, using his other hand to remove your hand from your mouth.
“Don’t fucking hide that shit from me, moan for me. Tell me who’s making you feel good. Cum for me.” Ran demands as he starts sucking your clit.
“ fuck! You Ran! You make me feel s’good!” You moan.
You spasm around him and your body jolts, seeing white as you choke on your moans. You cream all over ran’s fingers. He pulls his fingers out and pops his fingers in his mouth, savoring every last bit of your taste.
Ran pulls his dick out and starts sliding it in between your folds. He pushes his length in little by little until he’s buried into your pussy.
“Ran it’s too big” you whine
“ you can take it baby, s’made for you” he starts thrusting in you slowly.
“Ran, f-faster” you moan
Ran grips his hand around your throat and starts pumping into you at an insane pace. All you can hear is squelching and obscene moans.
“You fucking whore, taking my dick as if you weren’t all over my brother earlier. You like getting fucked like a slut?” Your pussy sucks him in even more, the words making you more wet in shame. You gargle out your moans while struggling to get air.
“ Yes! Fuck! Only by you ran, my pussy s’yours only” you scream out in harsh whines.
“ this pussy is mine only. Now cum all over my dick to prove it.” You dig your nails into ran’s back, and cum all over his dick moaning his name out over and over. Ran thrusts in you one more time, filling you up with all his cum as he moans your name loudly.
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How could Rindou not hear that?
He couldn’t focus hearing your beautiful moans. It was like a symphony, and every single single noise that escaped through the thin walls went straight to his cock.
Oh how he wished it was him having his fingers shoved deep into your pussy. It should have been him, slamming deep into your pussy It should have been his name that you were moaning. It was supposed to be his dick you were creaming all over.
But all he could do is fist his cock wishing it was you. How wrong it was to be stroking his dick to his brother fucking a girl he likes. He didn’t care how filthy it was, he was in fucking heaven hearing you moan. A couple strokes and he tightened his grip imagining it was your pussy. He shut his eyes, throwing his head back as he spurt out globs of his cum. He’ll make sure the next time it’s you who’s stroking his dick and swallowing his cum.
a/n: just in time for valentines!!😀 had the weeknd’s cover of drunk in love on repeat, so I smashed a bunch of Tokyo Rev ideas I had into this prompt that weren't working as full fics. Some of these I ended up loving a lot (pt 2??*cough*shin) & some of them will probably just stay here. have a wonderful v day & stay safe! if u don’t have a date (like me) buy urself flowers and read these in the bath bc ur fav TR character wants to f*ck you rn <3
— — ❤︎ Baji Keisuke
“No listen! Apparently we weren’t even a couple despite all the times we fucked at the winery? And then it ended up catching on fire?? That’s like the last message, like we don’t even know how Aiden’s contest wine rank—” Baji smashed his lips against yours, ceasing your rambling immediately. “Babe, respectfully, I have no fucking idea what you’re talkin’ about.” He smiled and lowered his lips to your ear. “But, ya know, I could listen to your voice all damn day,” Baji planted a featherlight kiss near your earlobe as he whispered, “…’specially like hearing those moans of yours.” Something about liquor made your usually stoic boyfriend run his damn mouth. His topaz eyes twinkled as you stared at him in shock. You felt his heavy hand against your cheek and leaned into his comforting touch, his thumb brushing over your lips. “Keisuke,” you sighed. “You made me forget what I was saying.” You kissed his hand and lightly bit down on his thumb. “Good.” He sighed as you opened your mouth enough for him to slip his index finger in, another one following the first. You closed your lips around his knuckles and sucked him in, beckoning him further down your tongue until his fingertips tapped the back of your throat. He chuckled softly when you gagged. Baji pulled his hand away from your mouth and stuffed it down your pants to finger you. You could feel the heat radiating from his face as he kissed you firmly, teeth sinking into your lower lip.
— — ❤︎ Kazutora Hanemiya
KBOOM. Heavy rain drummed against the window. Thunder erupted outside your bedroom, followed by a loud crackle, leaving you and your boyfriend completely in the dark. “Aw, shit,” Kazutora huffed. “Well, s’good thing we made a blanket fort.” He giggled and patted around for his phone. You were watching Regular Show in your little cave and playing one of those drinking games where you had to take a shot every time Benson yelled or someone said “whoaaaa,” for example. When the power cut out, you were several episodes in and needless to say, both pretty drunk at this point. “Here, I’ll help,” you say sweetly, fumbling around the wad of sheets on the floor. “hEy, babyyy, watch it.” It took a moment for you to register what had transpired; it seems you pawed Kaz’s lap... and accidentally grabbed his dick. Drunk y/n suddenly had a great idea. “Ohh, I’m so sorry pretty boy, ’m still looking for it,” you feigned, crawling closer to his body and intentionally getting handsy with him. You flipped up his shirt and ran your fingers across the skin of his lower stomach. Your touch danced over the waistband of his sweats, teasing him mercilessly before fully cupping his hard-on. Tora whined. You could barely make out his head tipping back in the dark as you squeezed him. “Mmh, god… y/n, baby, ride me,” his tone made your heart pussy jump, it was a mix of desperate and demanding. Before you could move, he grabbed your ass, pulling at the flesh of your thighs and hips to get you to straddle him. You rolled over onto his lap, french kissing him feverishly. Kazutora sucked at your bottom lip as he pressed your body down to grind against his pelvis, rocking your hips forward and back slowly.
— — ❤︎ Matsuno Chifuyu
The refrigerator was overflowing with Jell-O shots for the party tonight. You and Chifuyu were so ready to impress your friends, having gone all out with a batch of rainbow ones AND a batch of chocolate pudding ‘dirt cup’ shots, complete with sour gummy worms on top….. only for it to get cancelled:( “I’m sure they’ll reschedule really soon, Fuyu. at least these should last a few days,” you comforted your love. “Yeah… no point in letting them go to waste, though. I’m tryin’ some—” Chifuyu made a b-line for the fridge and returned with handfuls of the mini containers. He plopped down next to you with an expression one could only describe as epiphanic. “Actually… Hold that thought, I’m gonna order pizza.” You snorted, “We having a party of our own?” Chifuyu put the shots down on the coffee table. “I mean, why not?? With a pizza box and all these cups we can play…” he paused for dramatic effect, “battle shots!” You giggled and nodded, “Battle ships with Jell-O shots and a pizza-box board, huh?” You smiled brightly. “Have I ever mentioned that I love you?” Chifuyu grinned playfully at your comment and hovered over you on the couch, nose inches away from yours. “Mm, no, never. I think I’d remember something so impo—” you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his before he could finish his sentence. ••••• “A5.” It was the last turn of the game. “Hit, and you sunk my battleship,” you sighed in defeat, utterly wasted after having Chifuyu wipe the floor with you this game. “Woo! I wiiinnn, what’s my prize?” Chifuyu beamed. You crawled over to him and laid your head in his lap, kissing his thighs playfully. “I’ve got an idea.” He shivered and bit his lip. A deep sigh left his chest, relaxing his body as he stroked your cheek. He gazed at you adoringly. “Oh? I think I like where this is going.”
— — ❤︎ Hanagaki Takemichi
You are seated next to Takemichi at his beautiful cousin’s wedding, looking on as the newly wed couple shares their first marital kiss. Michi squeezed your hand before contributing to the growing applause and cheers. He breathed a sigh of relief upon surviving the most stressful parts of the ceremony, and now everyone was just ready to let loose. “Whoa, check it oouuut!” He exclaimed, pointing towards the delicious spread of food and drinks decorating the room. Music blared as everyone helped themselves. Takemichi twirled you around the dance floor a few times, and now you were seated near the mini bar to get your drink on. You two had a toast to yourselves first (what better way to celebrate the romantic scene) and stared into each other’s eyes lovingly. The chemistry was almost the same as when you two had first started dating, the conversation flowing effortlessly all evening. One, two, four… you lost count of how many drinks you had at this point, and your boyfriend was looking pretty flushed himself. You stared at the just-married couple at the center of the dance floor. “They look so wonderful together... I bet,” you began boldly, “they are gonna have the wildest night after this,” you took a sip of your drink and smirked. “Y-Y/n!! That’s such a dirty thing to say,” Takemichi sputtered. “Baby. Don’t play coy like you haven’t said some of the filthiest shit I’ve ever heard.” Your eyes flicked over his flustered expression. You paused for just a moment before leaning in close to his ear. “Tell me you don’t want to act on all the love and romance in the air.” Your hand rested on his face close to the bottom of his jaw. Takemichi trembled, he was visibly caving under the pressure. You heard him swallow hard and nod slightly against your cheek, “I could kiss your lips until they bruise. You have no idea...” he whispered. “That’s more like it. We’ve never really explored having sex in a public place, have we? C’mon, I’ll prove my love to you now,” you kissed his cheek sincerely. “And I’ll let you prove you’re thinking some things far worse than I am,” you whispered and pulled him out of his seat.
— — ❤︎ Sano Manjiro
“SHIT!” Mikey cussed, his quarter bouncing off the table and narrowly missing the shot glass he aimed for. You both had a few shots of liquor in you and the aims were only getting worse. “HA! That one was double or nothing, take two, Mikey~.” You loved playing games with your boyfriend, even if he was the worst loser on the planet and would conjure up absolutely anything to ensure he won in the end. “Noo, wait! One more! If I make this one, you have to take all my shots. If I miss, I’ll take four.” He stared at you with unwavering intensity. “And how’s that fair at all??” You squinted back, lips curving into a pout. “Okay, okay. Fine, here. You get a chance to shoot when I make this shot. If you miss, both of us only take two shots, but if you make it, I’ll take five.” He tilted his head to the side and smiled sweetly. What absolute nonsense. You thought for a moment before replying, “You’re on, babe.” Mikey flashed you a grin, lining up his course on the table. It was a great attempt, you really thought he had it. Somehow though, his quarter skimmed the glass and bounced right back out. “FUCK-!! YOU SAW IT GO IN!” He screeched. “NO WAY, THAT’S STILL A MISS!” Your intensity matched his frantic screams, laughter erupting from you. “Baby! Youu have to take four shots nooow~,” you poked his stomach and arms playfully. “Nuh uh, technically I didn’t miss.” You stared at him in disbelief. “Mikey. The quarter is on the table. Take. The damn. Shots.” He sprinted away from you at full speed, darting towards the bedroom, “MAKE ME!!” You couldn’t believe how childish-... But you didn’t have time to waste and chased after him. You caught up to him and flung yourself at him, effectively body-slamming him onto the mattress. “Sano Manjiro I swear if you don’t take those fuckin-” his hands gently wrapped behind your head, thumbs grazing the side of your face as he captured your lips in a kiss. That asshole. You melted into him, fingers wandering up his neck to grab handfuls of his hair. He swept his hands down your body, palms landing on your ass, pulling you flush against his hips. Panting, you pulled away from his sensual kisses. “Mm, I’m not letting you off that easy.”
— — ❤︎ Ryuguji Ken
“…you do remember where we are, right?” Draken breathed in a low tone near your ear. Yeah, of course, a casual dinner party with his friends and some of his work buddies. So maybe one of his friends made excellent cocktails, and maybe you overindulged. And perhaps, as a consequence, the liquor had you feeling devious enough to try to feel up your boyfriend around a corner where nobody could see to get a reaction out of him. “Mhmm,” you answered confidently. His grip on your wrist tightened as he pushed his knee between your thighs, backing you against the wall. “And you do know what’ll be waiting for you if you keep acting up here, hm?” You whimpered, maybe a bit too excitedly for his taste. Draken tilted your chin up to meet his gaze with his free hand, his brow raised into an expression that read ‘don’t test me’. You blinked innocently and pouted. “I’m sorry daddy. Can I have a kiss?” Ken rolled his eyes at you before answering, “Tch, fine. Just one, then we are going back for a little while longer.” He leaned down to kiss you, his hand softly resting on your jaw and his other hand releasing your wrist to settle on your hip. Just as your lips met, you pulled him close by the collar of his shirt with one hand, the other sneaking its way to his belt, dipping below the buckle slowly in attempt to tease his cock. You felt his body briefly relax before pulling away from you, breaking the kiss in the act. “Mm, you shouldn’t have done that.” He huffed. Without warning, he belted, “Oi, Mitsuya! S’getting late, I’ve gotta get my s/o home. Tell whoever’s left I’m headin’ out.” Your eyes widened in shock that he just announced your exit… and now you had no escape from the punishment you earned yourself. “C’mon, baby, let’s get you home and into bed, ah?” He laced his fingers with yours and led you to the car with a knowing grin.
— — ❤︎ Mitsuya Takashi
“You are so fucking sexy.” Your incredible Mitsuya, the absolute perfect partner, had the filthiest mouth after a few glasses of wine. It was dinner at your place, just some pasta and wine, nothing crazy, but Takashi had it out for you tonight. He beckoned you over to where he was sitting, heavy kisses quickly escalating before you could wrap your brain around it all. “God, you smell good…” he squeezed at your flesh ferociously. “Turn around, wanna taste my dessert,” he breathed, shifting in his seat at the dinner table. “N-no, other way, baby. I want a face full of ass while I eat that pretty pussy,” his voice was low, growl-like tone making your cunt pulse as you climbed on the table. “Taka--!” you attempted to call to him pitifully. He pushed your dress up and sunk his teeth into the fabric of your panties, pulling them down your leg teasingly. “Spread ‘em wider,” he demanded. “Mitsuya!!” He was being embarrassingly direct. You would’ve been humiliated if you didn’t find it so hot. You slid your knees further apart on the sleek wood, back curving into a pronounced arch to put as much of your pussy on display for him as you could in this position. “Mmm, just like that, good girl,” he purred. You jumped when his tongue swiped along your slick folds, the contact making your legs tingly. He kissed and licked at your cunt before sucking your clit in his mouth. You both moaned in unison. “So good,” he whined in a low tone. “Want more?” he gripped your thigh with one hand and teased your entrance with the other. “Yes, please, Taka,” you mewled softly. You leaned your hips into his touch, and he let out a deep, lascivious giggle in response. “Baby, you’re gonna have to beg a little better than that.” You wished you could see the wide grin you knew was on his face. “Come on. I know you’ve got it in you.”
— — ❤︎ Kawata (Angry) Souya
Tonight, you ventured to a bar within walking distance of your boyfriend Souya’s apartment. The two of you had as many drinks as you wanted since nobody was driving, the area was relatively safe, and left with confidence knowing if anybody messed with y’all, Angry was more than capable of kicking their ass. Your arms wrap tightly around your boyfriend’s midsection, face pressed into the back of his shirt as he walked, dragging you forward with him each step. “Pleaseeee! Souya, pleeee-,” your incessant cries were cut short by your boyfriend stopping abruptly and whipping around to face you. You flinched at his furious expression, but the words that left his mouth were surprisingly… sweet. “Sure, princess. It’s on the way to the apartment.” Angry took your hand and led you towards the barren park. You playfully danced around him and cheered excitedly, insisting that he push you on the swing. “Fine, fine, but only if you’ll go down the slide with me.” Of course you agreed and the two of you played around for some time. It was now Souya’s last time going down the slide, so you waited at the bottom for him. He let out the most adorable ‘wheee!’ sound as he swirled around to the end of the slide. You saw him laying at the base, slightly breathless, messy blue hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat, and a subtle grin on his usual scowling face. Before you knew it, you hovered over Souya, a handful of his thick hair in your clutches as you leaned in to kiss him. He sighed warmly and pulled your body close, deepening the kiss. “Ready to go?” You asked cheerily. “Mm. Wanna shower with me when we get back?” You caught a glint of mischief in his eyes as he spoke. “Sure. C’mon,” you replied and pulled him to his feet. “Y/n,” he began, and you looked at him expectantly. “…never mind.” Soya shied away from his words. “You sure?” You asked gently, eyes shining in the moonlight. “Um… We should play around like that more often.” He laced his fingers with yours as he walked you back to the apartment. “I love you too, Souya.”
— — ❤︎ Kawata (Smiley) Nahoya
“Oh~? What’s this, eh?” The toy whirred in his hands as he tinkered with the buttons. “Nahoya!!” You screamed. Why was he digging through your stuff?? Even worse for you, it seems that earlier today while you rushed to pack a stay-the-night bag, the mini vibrator you kept hidden in a small pocket in your backpack was overlooked. “So, my girl’s a pervert, huh?” His trademark smirk appeared especially daunting now. You hid your face with your hands. “I—,” you began. Although you and Smiley had some heated moments, being the tease that he is, the two of you hadn’t exactly gone all the way together yet. Tonight was supposed to be the night, you even had some drinks with him to dampen the nerves, but the implications of finding a sex toy in your possession made the anticipation spike back up. “I just, I forgot it was in my backpack,” you winced. “Ohw, why’re ya all pinched up, pretty baby?” His tone softened ever so slightly, “Don’t cha want me to use it on you?” Your eyes widened and your brows raised slightly. “Would you..?” you sucked in a breath, “I think I’d like that…” Your body moved faster than your brain as you slowly crawled towards your boyfriend sitting on the floor. “Yeah? C’mere, then,” he cooed, coaxing you into his lap. His hands tangled in your hair and pulled it firmly enough to cause your mouth to pop open. He quickly brought your face close, stealing your lips and slipping his tongue inside you with a soft groan. You barely heard the sound of the vibrator before Nahoya traced it up your leg, snaking under your shirt and bra to tease your nipple. You moaned sweetly under his touch. He pecked your lips once more before pulling away and grinning. “Heh. This’ll be fun.”
— — ❤︎ Haitani Rindou
Shit-faced at a concert? Sounds about right. You and Rin had been dancing around the pit and waiting for the headliner to start for almost two. hours. He made you get there EARLY because he “didn’t wanna miss the openers.” Bruh. Nobody sane goes to a concert early. You needed some liquor or you were gonna lose your mind. You and Rin smoked beforehand, he had a drink or two already as well, now it was your turn. It wasn’t a super large venue bc Rin wanted to check out an up-and-coming rap artist, but the crowd was starting to swell, the energy buzzing in the air. “Rinnie, you up for a little bet?” You tugged at your boyfriend’s shirt and gave him your best doe eyes. “Mm. Wassup?” He leaned his ear down to your lips to listen to your pitch. “I bet the cost of our bar tab that I can out-drink you tonight.” He perked up almost instantly. “Ohh? You really think ya could, huh? That’s cute.” He smirked and you elbowed his arm. “I’m serious,” you pulled him close to you, lips almost touching. He leaned in the rest of the way to kiss you slowly. “Since you’re so confident, lemme add to the bet,” he started, his hand dropping to the small of your back, pulling you close and brushing his cheek against yours. “Whoever wins… gets to fuck the loser’s ass.” You took a step back and stared at him in disbelief. “Are you deadass right now? …You know you could lose, right? How high did you get Rin..?” He stared into your eyes intensely and half-laughed, “Nah, ‘m deadass serious. Guess I could, but I won’t lose. You’re already startin’ out behind, doll. Best get to drinkin’ if the bet’s on.” His confidence was almost enough to make you change your mind. almost. You sucked in a breath and hurried to the bar to order yourself two drinks.
— — ❤︎ Haitani Ran
“Ran baby!” you called, “What is this!?” You got up at noon and headed to the balcony right off the bedroom for some air, only to reveal a fantastic looking breakfast spread on the patio tables. It was complete with a drink dispenser full of a vibrant orange liquid that very much resembled a mimosa. “My love,” his model-esque figure sashayed down the hallway, then stepped out onto the balcony dramatically. “You know how we always sleep in and miss brunch? Well, today, I brought brunch to us.” He beamed as he gestured towards the table, a soft breeze rustling his hair and kicking up the end of his silky robe. What a strange boyfriend he was, but you couldn’t deny that he looked gorgeous in his own right. You let out firm giggle. “Ran! You didn’t have to do all this, what’s the occasion?” He leaned forward and grasped your chin tenderly. “Oh, I just love you, that’s all.” Before you could react, his lips were on yours, melting you completely. Your hand gingerly grasped his, meeting his eyes with nothing but pure, wholistic love. “How did I get so lucky? I love you very much, Ran. Thank you.” You brought his palm to your lips and kissed it softly. “So, now we’re gonna get drunk… and then you’ll give me the best head I’ve ever had in my life, right?” He smiled blankly. “RAN!!” You playfully whacked his chest. “As if I’d say anything other than yes.” You both moved to the table and enjoyed breakfast, downing mimosas like nobody’s business. “You better understand what you’re in for now, Haitani.” You warned. “‘M not stopping after the first, second, or even third time you cum.” Ran’s face contorted into one of amusement as he drunkenly giggled, “You better not, but after that, I’m taking you to bed, k?” As you crawled under the table on the balcony, a fleeting thought penetrated your mind, could anyone see you? The minute you got a taste of Ran’s cock, however, the thought vanished, and you didn’t have a care in the world.
— — ❤︎ Kurokawa Izana
“How can you just leave me standing, Alone in a world so cold,” Izana sang softly as he played his guitar in his apartment for you. “Maybe I’m just too demanding, Maybe I’m just like my father, too bold,” you sang along with him, admiring the sounds filling the room. Your boyfriend, however, suddenly ceased his playing, gentle laughter interrupting the song. “Baby, I know you don’t sing like that.” He set his guitar aside, giggles getting the best of him. “Zana, that’s so mean, do I really sound bad?” You felt your eyebrows raise in concern. So maybe you weren’t Prince, but you knew you weren’t the worst singer in the world… did you offend Izana’s ears enough for him to stop playing altogether and laugh? “Not at all, you’re just… so cute when you try to sing drunk. You focus so hard that your pretty face gets all scrunched up…” he leaned forward from his seat on the floor to grab your cheeks. He cracked up again upon seeing your face squished into an exaggerated fishy-lipped pout by his own hand. “Izana, you are so giggly tonight,” you teased. “I dunno, guess I’m just in a really good mood.” He smiled softly, hands coming up to wipe tiny tears from his lavender eyes. “Aww, is that your way of saying I make you happy?” You scooted closer to him and poked at his sides, tickling him slightly. He responded between broken laughs, “Hey, you make me very happy, y/n.” There was a sweet moment of silence before he retaliated. Izana moved on your figure, leisurely yet swiftly grabbing your wrists and pinning you to the floor. He hardly gave you a second to protest before he was kissing you delicately. He made you feel adored and desirable in ways you couldn’t have anticipated. You wrapped your legs around his back, the soft, sensual kisses sinking into dark, hungry ones. His grip on your wrist tightened as he pressed his body against you, the two of you desperate for closeness. He broke the kiss only long enough to say, “bed,” before pulling you to your feet and drunkenly guiding you to his room, your lips and bodies inseparable.
— — ❤︎ Kokonoi Hajime
“Where are you, little slut?” Koko’s voice echoed through the hotel penthouse. You held in your giggles as you hid in the gorgeous marble bathroom, hunkered down in the lavish bathtub. “If I don’t find you in the next 10 seconds, I’m gonna spank you till you cry. One...” You let out a cackle. “Kokooooo! My darling, take a bath with me,” your voice carried throughout the suite. You stood up and stripped down to your lingerie as you waited for him to enter the room, opting to sit seductively on the edge of the tub. “Sigh.” Koko stepped through the door, his face decorated lightly with vanilla icing. “You’re more trouble than you’re worth,” he rolled his eyes and sauntered towards the tub. “Tongue out,” he demanded. You did as you were told, delicately licking the icing from his cheek and side of his nose. You left tiny kisses on the affected areas as he complained. “First you finish off MY favorite wine, then you go and hit me with a cupcake.” He clicked his tongue and crossed his arms, sharp eyes boring into your forehead. “Baby, that was a total accident!” You stammered. “Awh, it was an accident~” his lips curled upwards as he mocked your tone. “Koko!! I didn’t know how close my hand was to your face, Hajime, I’m drunk! And I’m very sorry…. C’mon, let’s take a bath, pleaseee?” You tugged at his clothes gently. “Why d’ya wanna have a bath so bad right this second?” He took a step back, heavily lidded eyes fixed on the intricate red lingerie you wore. “Wanna fuck you in the bath, I guess. Seems romantic.” Kokonoi raised a brow, his cruel facade melting. “Mm. Guess it is Valentine’s Day,” he mused. “Tch, You’re damn lucky I love you so much, my spoiled brat. Alright, but first, go prance a little. Get me a drink so I can see the set from the back.” You hopped up excitedly. “Yay!! Yes sir!” You started to head back to the main area before Koko’s voice stopped you. “Hold on,” he paused, “do that again.” You tilted your head to the side. “Do what, this?” you jumped up and spun slightly, all your curves bouncing with you. “Mm. So good for me. Hurry back now,” he teased, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling out a big box of rose petals from the cabinet to put in the bath.
— — ❤︎ Inui Seishu
Hot tears welled in your eyes as you choked back a frustrated laugh. “4th time balls back, you’re fucking kidding me…” you face palmed. Inui stood at the opposite end of the table, arms folded and his gaze fixed on the last two red solo cups in front of you. He was absolutely destroying you at beer pong. Who would’ve thought he’d be so good? You were unbelievably flustered at losing so hard and having to drink so much, but his flawless performance was undeniably impressive… his cool and domineering appearance further flustering you. Inui lined up the shot, and just before the ping pong ball left his fingertips, you hollered, “MISS!!” He flinched and the ball skimmed the cup. You laughed triumphantly. “Tch! Y/n, you cheater.” He rolled his eyes and picked up the second ping pong ball. He shot quickly and it sunk in, leaving one last cup before your defeat. You had only managed to wipe out 3 of his cups:( but you weren’t giving up yet!! You heard somewhere the more drunk you are, the better you get at this game, right? You snatched up the balls and went straight in on your shot, fatally missing both. Inui snickered, a slight smile appearing on his face. “Nice try, y/n. I’ll go ahead and win for us so you can take a break from drinking,” his eyes flashed with a subtle fierceness, bouncing the ball off the table into a perfect shot. Before you could pick up the last cup and remove the ball to drink it, Inui walked over and grabbed the cup for himself. “I’ll take this one off your hands.” You tilted your head. “Why? You won, it’s my punishment,” you inquired. “Little give and take. Let’s just say I’ve got some better ideas of how to punish you than making you drink yourself sick.” After throwing back the cup, he wiped your now nonexistent tears away and kissed your eyelids softly. “So worked up over such a silly thing…” He slinked behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pelvis pressing into your back. He leaned down and brushed any clothes or hair aside to work a hickey onto your skin, kissing your neck and up your face, stopping right next to your ear. He bit the shell of it before whispering, “Wanna bend over for me, pretty?”
— — ❤︎ Kakucho
Let’s just say that you did NOT plan on getting drunk at lunch with your darling Kaku today. You skipped breakfast, sure, but what the hell was in that margarita? You were bewildered as to how one drink could possibly put you on your ass. You were dizzy just sitting in the booth across from Kaku. “Y/n, you didn’t answer my question. Sweetheart, you okay?” He smiled softly at you, eyebrows knitting together out of concern as he reached for your hand. “Uh huh,” you replied slowly. “Should’ve thought about drinking on an empty stomach,” you sighed and squeezed his fingers. The sudden flash in your mind of having his thick hands wrapped around your throat made pleasure pool in your stomach. …Were you ovulating? You must be. First you get drunk off of one drink, now you’re lewding your boyfriend at a restaurant midday. You paused. Before you could even correct your mistake, Kakucho looked at you knowingly. You slowly realized you were clenching his hand hard, and loosened your grip. “Oh, sorry, baby…” The corner of his mouth crept upward, and he raised a brow. “Y/n… why don’t you try texting me what’s going on,” he suggested with a knowing smile. “While you’re at it, I’ll make arrangements for someone to pick us up from here.” You gave him a bewildered stare. “Why not have a little fun, um… day... drinking?” He smiled sheepishly as you giggled. Kaku was willing to take one for the team if it made you feel more comfortable. Besides, it’s not like you had plans outside of each other for the rest of today. You pulled out your phone and began rapid-fire texting him every horny thought that came to mind. 📱[Y/N❤️🔥: take me to thebathroom and bend me over the sink :: do I think the server would notice if I sucked your dick under the table :: can i test it out? :: hmph. fine but i need u to choke me in the car, ok?] Needless to say, the look on his face was priceless.
— — ❤︎ Sanzu Haruchiyo
The club. It was ridiculously dark in the room, you could hardly see flashes of Sanzu’s vibrant eyes and his wicked toothy grin in the pitiful blue and purple flashing lights. Somehow, the loud music contributed to your poor visibility and absolutely fueled the fire of lust and love you had for your boyfriend. All you could do is let yourself be consumed by him, fully taking in the feeling of his body against yours. Nobody could see you two making out on the dance floor, the two of you heavily intoxicated and tuned in to each other’s reactions: every touch and moan made your grip on reality slip. Haru backed you tight against the wall, his arms caging you in. Your spine arched deliciously into his chest. His breath hot on your neck, lips dangerously close to sinking into your skin, but he paused right there. He grabbed the side of your head firmly and pressed your cheek to his face, lips tickling your ear as he spoke over the music. “Could fuck you right here,” his voice is low, breathy, and dead serious. “Want to so bad, can I?” His free hand slips between your legs and up your dress… before you know it, his fingers are tapping against your panties, electricity jolting your cunt with each touch. “Uh huh, I don’t care, want you now, Haru,” you whined in his ear. A breathy laugh escaped him before kissing you roughly, his tongue swiping along your own. Sanzu pushed his hips firmly against yours, his feet lightly kicked at the inside of your ankles to make you spread your legs further apart. He aligned your body with his pelvis, effectively trapping you further against the wall. The kiss was broken to mark your neck as his hands hungrily grabbed one of your thighs and wrapped it around his waist, his lanky stature securing your position. You just knew your boyfriend was gonna fuck you so good, his demeanor borderline feral as he bared his pointy canines… it was like he wanted to stake his claim in front of everyone at the club--and you’d sure as hell let him.
— — ❤︎ Shiba Taiju [bar fight/violence WARNING]
There was no denying that your boyfriend was and probably always will be a little nuts, but you loved him for it. You are perched on a barstool, watching the madness unfold with blurry vision. The unfortunate sucker that flirted with you 3 minutes ago is getting his ass whooped by your beast of a boyfriend. You really tried to stop him, but Taiju made up his mind the second he saw that guy put his hands on you. Honestly, seeing him fight for you was as flattering as it was arousing--oops, you meant to think ‘terrifying’... probably. The stupid scumbag’s friend broke a beer bottle and threatened Taiju with it as you scrambled to your feet, backing towards the exit. To your relief, one swift swing of Taiju’s fist and the guy was out cold. Your boyfriend whipped around and stomped towards you, immediately throwing his arms around you protectively. “‘M taking us home.” He breathed, managing to escape the fight with only bruised knuckles and bloody eyebrow. God, he looked so hot. The two of you stumbled out the door. The moment you were out of sight from the people crowding the bar, you pulled him in a searing kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pressed your body against his. Taiju’s strong hands twitched on your waist. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt an intense yearning for you just then, the kiss ending all too quickly for him. “I’ll get us a ride,” you said softly. He blinked at you slowly, his wide amber eyes unreadable beneath his furrowed brow. “Mmh.” Was all he said. As you fiddled with your phone, Taiju’s head lowered to your neck, his forehead resting against your shoulder. He clutched the fabric of your clothes at your hips harshly, a ragged breath leaving his lips. “Give me your body.” His voice was barely a whisper. His lips met your neck passionately as his body enveloped yours. “Tai—,” you gasped when his teeth sunk into your skin. “Baby,” you moaned weakly, “our ride will be here in a minute, let’s get home and then,” you panted softly, “you can have whatever you wish.”
— — ❤︎ Kisaki Tetta
“Hi, my diamond. Enjoying the view?” You knew it was Kisaki by his euphonic tone before you felt his arms wrap around your waist. He pressed his body against your back and rested his chin on your shoulder, kissing your cheek before gazing out at the sea with you. “Yes! It’s beautiful, the water is so blue,” you exclaimed. It truly is one of the most beautiful views you’ve ever seen. Kisaki booked a vacation for the two of you: a cruise with a suite room so luxurious you would’ve mistaken it for a grand hotel room if not for the motion of the ship and sound of the waves. You’ve been his partner for years and somehow he outdoes himself every single anniversary. “Wanna have a drink with me?” He offered, planting another kiss to your face. “Sure!” You practically sang. Kisaki took your hand and led you from your private balcony to inside the suite. You almost fainted at the sight. Before you on the coffee table sat an ice bucket with pink champagne, strawberries, melted chocolate, whisky, soda, and a few of your favorite snack foods. “Happy anniversary, darling.” You immediately rushed to capture him in a giant hug, squeezing him tight and peppering kisses all along his face. “You really didn’t have to do all of this, my goodness. Thank you—thank you so much, Tetta. You really know how to make me feel special.” He smiled lovingly before you captured his lips in a heartfelt kiss. Kisaki poured you both a glass to start, you had a cute little toast, and then, you drank. It didn’t take long for the effects of the drinks to hit you. Between the high of the views, snack spread, and your handsome boyfriend... it’d be a fat lie to say you weren’t dying to get in his pants. “Tettaaa,” you whined. “Will you come cuddle me?” You asked climbing onto the bed. “Anything for you.” He said softly, his figure resting next to you on the mattress. One of the many things you loved about Kisaki was that he always dressed well. That, and his scent is intoxicating. You hummed and began unbuttoning his shirt. “Oh? I thought you wanted to cuddle?” Kisaki quirked a brow with a playful expression. “Maybe I just said that to get you into bed with me..?” You met his intense eyes and ran a hand along his chest, kissing him before he could respond. He pulled away gently, a slight snicker escaping him before adding, “Mm, well, I did say anything for you.”
— — ❤︎ Hanma Shuji
“wanna suck you off so bad, pleeeeaase baby your cock ‘s warm n you taste s’good, I want you in my mouth.” unbeknownst to you, the ‘whisper’ that left your lips could be heard by almost everyone in the room. Your friends gawked at you: some cackling, one mortified, others asking for someone else to repeat what you said because they missed it, and a few too stunned to speak. Hanma snorted at your comment, far too drunk, horny, and amused to be embarrassed. God he loved the shit you’d come up with when you drank together. “Yeah? ‘m going to smoke, wanna come?” His sharp golden eyes met yours, alluring grin beckoning you to join. “Mhmmmm,” you tugged at his arms as you stood up, pulling your boyfriend along with you. A few whistles and hollers rang out as you and Hanma stumbled out the door. Outside was surprisingly quiet. The distant sound of a few cars passing by was all you could hear. You walked down the stairs to the poorly-lit yard and backed him up against a large tree. The bark made indentions on your palms as you kissed Shuji with passion and desperation. You thought about asking for permission, but this time, you just wanted to go for it. He deepened the kiss hungrily, his tongue melting into your mouth. Hanma nipped at your bottom lip, trailed kisses down to your neck, and bit down roughly. He too was at a crossroads. Part of him wanted to throw you up against the tree and teach you a damn lesson, but a larger, needier part of him wanted to smoke… and watch you try to suck his dick while he did so. “God, won’t even give me a minute to breathe, let alone light a fuckin cigarette,” he slurred breathlessly. “Down, baby. Let me get this started and then you can have your way with me, hmm?♡.” He fished for his pack and lighter as you kissed down his body, your lips latching onto every inch of bare skin you could get, hands deliberately snaking under his clothes to feel as much of him as you could. “Fuckk, baby, you’re gonna ruin me…”
— — ❤︎ Shion Madarame
“GO GO GO GO—YEAAAAAHHHH ATTA BABYY!!!!” Shion belted as you chugged beer from a giant cooler. It was more liquid than you ever imagined could cram itself down your throat. You agreed to go to a frat party with him, of course, your sweet himbo boyfriend wanted to give the college partying lifestyle a shot. Liquor rushed to your stomach and your head at full speed, you swallowed your last gulp and hoped to goodness none of it would wind up coming back up. “HOLYYYY SHIT. Babe. You’re a goddamn legend.” As if he wasn’t already so whipped for you. “Yeah? s’all for you, daddy,” you slurred, feeling your knees buckle underneath you. Shion quickly moved to support your frame. “Oh fuck, baby, let’s get you layin’ down somewhere.” He helped you into the house and pulled you into an empty bedroom. “Here’s some water… y/n, you okay? I didn’t mean to come off as a dick-…ahh-” you pulled your boyfriend into a heated kiss on the bed. “I know, you didn’t. s’just beer, baby. I’m okay! I’ve taken more shots than beer I’ve had now before.” You smiled confidently. “…Huh? Wha-? Oh. I think I get it. You’re still drunk as fuck, doll. Wanna go home?” He peered into your eyes and cupped your face sweetly. “Uh-uh, lock the door. Come fuck me.” Shion’s face looked like he saw a ghost, or like his dreams were about to come true, or like a ghost appeared ready to make his dreams come true. “A-are you for real right now?” He asked, his voice wavering. You didn’t respond immediately, instead opting to pull him in to a sultry kiss, licking his tongue with your own, pulling away to bite on his bottom lip. “Oh, I’m for real.” You whispered, a handful of his hair clenched in your fist. Shion moaned breathily and hurried to go lock the bedroom door.
— — ❤︎ Tachibana Naoto
It was so dark tonight. You could only see two things: a faint red hue from the stoplight flooding into the car, and Naoto’s lap. Going out to dinner, you’d both usually have one drink or so, but this time, you talked your boyfriend into being your DD and got a little sloshed. He didn’t mind, though. He loved your raw confidence when liquor was added to your system. He’d get you back safe and take some shots when he got home, no sweat… right? “Fuuuck, baby, slow down,” he rasped, words mixing with moans catching in his throat. “I-isn’t this kinda dangerous?? We are only 5 minutes awAy-aaHh~” Naoto whined as you freed his cock from his slacks. “Nope. Want it now,” you stated flatly, hardly missing a moment before focusing on swallowing his dick. Your lips glided smoothly down his shaft, nose recklessly smashing into Naoto’s lap, his tip jutting against the back of your throat. You set a rigorous pace, hellbent on milking him and tasting his cum as quickly as you could. The light flicked to green. He moaned pitifully and tried his best to focus on driving, easing his foot off the pedal. He could lose control to you, but he would not under any circumstances lose control of the car. “Y/n, fuck,” he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled you back roughly. “Slow down. Just a little,” he begged, “…please.” You found Naoto’s feeble attempt to take some control back in this situation to be adorable. You love your boyfriend and you know he can take charge when he means it, but you also know when he’s enjoying being at the mercy of your power. You moaned in response and licked the tip of his cock slowly, stroking the base with your free hand. “Mmh, just wait until I get you home,” Naoto lamented breathlessly.
— — ❤︎ Wakasa Imaushi [rough WARNING]
“Shhhh, shh shh,” Wakasa shushed you softly from underneath your skirt. “Just wanna taste,” he whispered, breath tickling your thighs. Waka had been an absolute menace at the bar all night: kissing your neck, slipping his hands under your skirt, teasing your pussy as you sat on a barstool in a puddle of slick, devouring you with his bedroom eyes as you took another shot together. And to make matters worse, the more he drank, the more bold he became. As if he wasn’t already too much to handle sober. He was so fucking smooth, too, nobody suspected a thing. Waka pretended to be a nonchalant, good boyfriend, helping his wasted babygirl get to the bathroom safely. In reality, he was an animal ready to sink his teeth into you. He made a soaking, shaking mess of you, teasing you to the point of having jelly legs, and lured you to the bathroom so he could continue to torment his prey. “Waka, you’re so cruel,” you whined, tears pricking your eyes. “I don’t want you to tease me, I want you to fuck me, damn it,” you choked, trying to be firm and not to let any frustrated tears slip out. “Come again?” Imaushi pulled away from your legs to look you in the eyes. His stare was beyond intimidating, it was narrow and threatening. You blinked several times. “I said I wanted you to fuck me,” you replied cautiously. “Oh, baby, you should’ve said so sooner if that’s what you wanted.” He cooed, his voice sugary sweet, a little too sweet for your comfort. “But baby, you should be careful what you wish for.” In what seemed to an inebriated you as one swift motion, he stood up, snatched both your wrists in one hand, spun you around and pushed your chest against the bathroom counter.
— — ❤︎ Sano Shinichiro
“More,” you panted heavily. “’K, hurry up ‘n get this off,” Shinichiro slipped his hand underneath your cropped cardigan, half-yanking the sheer material to the side to plant a hickey on the top of your breast. You hastily untied the top and slipped it off your shoulders to give him a full view of your tits in your tight dress. Your hips circled his lap, desperately grinding against him. The windows of the car began to steam up as your body temperatures rose. The two of you went bar hopping and ended up too drunk to drive home. While you waited for a friend to pick you up, things got more than a little heated in the back seat. “Fuck...” his chest heaved against yours, dexterous hands gliding up your back to unzip your dress. As soon as the zipper was down, Shinichiro’s hands snaked under the bottom of the fabric, giving your ass a firm slap before hooking his fingers under your lace panties and sliding them down your thighs. “Mmh, such a perv, Shin,” you moaned, momentarily shifting to the side to get the lacy garment off one leg. “Yeah? I’m not the one desperate to get fucked-” “Shut up, you want it just as bad,” you rebutted, the both of you drunkenly giggling as you climbed back on top of him, engaging in another slutty kiss. Your hands began to undo his belt as his fingers tugged your dress and bra down to expose your chest. He bit your nipple teasingly, wandering touch disappearing under your dress to grope your thigh and play with your clit. “God, you are wet,” he groaned into your chest, long, slender fingers easily sliding into your warm cunt. “S-Shin-!” you whined, “-can’t get it... off,” you huffed between moans and tugged at his pants helplessly. “Hang on. Busy.” He purred near your ear, lips latching onto your neck while he pressed deeper inside you.
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