This is a snippet from a Caleb drabble that I'm going to make exclusive on Patreon. Caleb is on a deployment and hides mics around MC's apartment to spy on her while he's away đ
Your sharp gasp blares from the earbuds, and Caleb clenches his jaw. He chuckles; it rumbles low and raspy in his throat. Caleb flicks his wrist, and the lock on his door bolts shut. He digs a finger into his tie, loosening the knot, but it doesnât ease the suffocating pressure around his neck.Â
Who would have thought youâd steal his shirt? The microphone hidden underneath the collar picks up your voice perfectly. Caleb placed multiple in your room, so imagine his surprise when he cycled through the different ones to find which was closest to you, and the first thing he hears is a muffled moan of his name.
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With commissions, I need to charge based on my time and worth. And as much as I wish I could pump out stories with terrifying speed, I can't unless I want to crash and burn out really badly. Plus, some people can't afford those prices, which is understandable.
So what's one solution? Offer writing that multiple people can enjoy. This means the cost is lower because more than one person is paying for it, and there's more breathing room for me to deliver content.
It will mainly be LADS fics over there, with the occasional work for my personal interest. I don't know if the fandoms I cover will change, but I'm trying to stick to only one or two on Patreon for now.
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Warnings: Selfcest, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Vaggi and Charlie are still together, They're a throuple now
Summary:
Charlie wants to have a baby, but despite her and Dannyâs best efforts, she never conceives. Their relationship is put to the test when Charlie decides to try IVF.
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âI was thinking Lily or Alyssa if itâs a girl and Alex or Lucas if itâs a boy.â Charlie rubs her stomach, unable to tear her gaze from the flat surface.Â
âWhy not Danielle or Danny Jr?â Danny leans against the elevator walls, gloved fingers tapping against the railing.Â
Vaggi rolls her eye. âWe are not naming the baby Danny Jr. One Danny is enough.â
âYou wound me, Vaggi,â Danny clutches her chest, âwho else will carry on my dastardly evil deeds?â
âIâm not letting you drag our baby into your plans,â Vaggi bristles.Â
Charlie squeezes in between the two, pushing them apart with a strained laugh. âThereâs no need to fight. We have plenty of time to decide on a name, and I believe that since our baby will be raised with tons of love and care, theyâll turn out to be good.â
Note:
This is a commission I worked on! I've always been interested in writing for Hazbin, but I wasn't expecting my first fic to be from a commission. I tried my best with Danny, as there isn't much to go on for what her personality would be like. But how I interpret her is that she tries to be bad, but she's not as evil as she thinks she is or wants to be.
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âWell, Charlie, what does it say?â Danny cranes her neck, trying to peer over her girlfriendâs shoulder.Â
Charlie bites her lip, tears gathering in her eyes. She hugs the pregnancy test to her chest, leaning away from Danny.Â
âIt didnât work,â Charlie whispers.Â
âWhat was that, Darling? I could have sworn I heard you wrong,â Danny chuckles, smoothing out her moustache. She reaches for Charlieâs hands, struggling to pry her fingers open. âLet me see for myself. Surely, there must be some mistake.â
âIâm not pregnant, Danny!â Charlieâs voice breaks. Her throat constricts, and she blinks away the burn in her eyes, spilling tears down her cheeks. Her words come out thin and airy. âIt didnât work. Again.â
Dannyâs eyes widen. Her hat nearly slips off as the force of her spine snapping straight pulls it off. âWhoa, there, Charlie. No need to get so upset. We can always try again next time.â
Charlie shakes her head. Dewy droplets cling to her long, thick lashes. âThatâs what you said last time, and the time before that. Weâve made so many attempts now.â
âItâs not like you to give up,â Danny says.Â
âYouâre right,â Charlie sniffles and wipes underneath her red-rimmed eyes, âwho cares if this is our fifth or even tenth failure! As the saying goes, itâs not about how many times you fall down, but how many times you get up.â
Danny frowns at Charlieâs strained smile. âCharlie, I didnât meanââ
âI just wanted to finally be able to tell Vaggi the good news,â Charlie sighs. She stares at the single line on the result. Even if they check again, the outcome wonât change. Charlieâs tired of wasting tests to confirm what she already knows.Â
Maybe sheâs not meant to have a baby.Â
Charlie grimaces and throws the test into the trash. It lands in a pile with all the other ones sheâs taken over the course of several months.Â
âYou will, my love.â Danny places a hand on Charlieâs shoulder, offering a comforting squeeze. âOne day, weâll succeed and rush to break the news to Vaggi together. Sheâll be over the moon! And who wouldnât? With our dastardly good looks and my diabolical nature, our baby is destined to wreak havoc in Hell!â Danny cackles.Â
âYou mean continuing my legacy of the hotel and saving the souls of sinners?â Charlie beams, eyes sparkling.Â
Danny breaks from her villainous pose and nods. âHm. That, too.â
âOh, I canât wait to have a baby! Whether itâs a girl or a boy, weâll love it the same. Dad will become a grandad, and for the first time in hundreds of years, there will be a new Morningstar in Hell!â Charlie smiles and rubs her belly absentmindedly. âThings are finally starting to change down here, and our baby will be further proof of that.â
The hotel has already given Charlie so much. New friends, a stronger bond with Vaggi, and a better understanding of her dad. And Danny. Despite her moniker, the Diabolical Danny Do-Bad can be soft when it comes to romance. Thereâs good underneath those cunning looks and devious moustache.
âWhy donât we seek help from a specialist then? Someone who knows what theyâre doing?â Danny suggests.
Charlie laughs, but her chest twinges painfully. âDo I really look like I need it?â
âCharlie, listen to me. Weâll have an easier time with professional help. I donât know the first thing about babies other than how to make them,â Danny says. From the silence, she knows none of her words conveyed their intended purpose.Â
âI donât need a doctor to tell me how to get pregnant. Thereâs nothing wrong with my body. So weâve been unlucky, but weâll get through this rough patch as long as we have each other!â Charlie says. In truth, there was a reason Charlie didnât want to resort to this. Itâs not like there are other angel/demon hybrids she can ask if this is normal. Besides, none of her friends is interested in having kids. Sinners canât even have children, so what would they know? Talking with her dad is out of the question. Charlie sighs. If only her mother were still here, Lilith would know what to do.Â
âWhy are you being so stubborn?â Danny places her hands on her hips, frowning.Â
âStubborn?â Charlie stammers, her eyes narrow. âI know my body better than anyone else. And I think we need to keep trying.â
Danny runs her gloved fingers through her messy blonde hair, readjusting her cap. âYes. Let go of that useless optimism and face reality.â
Charlie chokes on her spit. All the blood drains from her pale face, and she clenches her hands into fists. âWhy are you being so mean to me?â
âThereâs a difference between being mean and being realistic.â Danny sighs, shoulders drooping at Charlieâs glistening eyes. âPlease, at least book an appointment for a check-up. Hell knows youâve been under tremendous stress lately.â
Charlie wraps her arms around herself, tucking her chin into her chest. âIâm fine.â
âFor a demon whoâs always eager to help others, you sure have a hard time accepting it,â Danny scoffs, rolling her eyes. She observes Charlieâs slumped posture and the slight tremble in her hands. âWill you go, or do I have to get all our friends to drag you there?â
âWhat happened to not listening to friends?â Charlie chuckles.Â
Danny grins and curls her moustache around her finger. âDanny doesnât, but Charlie does.â
Charlie smiles and shrugs. âOkay, you do make a fair point. As their friend, itâs my duty to hear their worries and offer a hand in times of need.â
âYou are such a goody-two-shoes,â Danny snorts, pinching Charlieâs cheek.Â
âBut I like being a good friend,â Charlie says.Â
âI know.â Dannyâs expression softens. She boops her girlfriend on the nose and chuckles. âItâs one of the many reasons I love you. Someone has to balance out my diabolical deeds.â
Charlie stares at the growing mountain of used tests in the trash, lost in thought. It wouldnât hurt to tryâŠ.
âOkay,â Charlie says.Â
âSo youâll do it?â Danny asks, raising a brow.Â
Charlie nods. âItâs worth a shot.â
âIâll let Vaggi know. Sheâll want to come along.â Danny strides out of the room, leaving Charlie alone in their bedroom.Â
Charlie sits on the bed and hugs her knees to her chest. She rests her head against her legs, squeezing herself into a ball. âI hope Iâm making the right decisionâŠ.â
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âAre you sure about this, Charlie? This is your last chance to back out,â Vaggie says as they stop in front of the clinic.Â
Charlie stares at the wooden double doors. Behind them could be the answer to her prayers, or a wake-up call to her worst nightmare. She swallows the lump in her throat, licking her dry lips. Charlie smiles and laughs nervously, waving her hands. âOf course I am, why wouldnât I be?â
âYou donât have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable. Weâre not here to prove anybody right or wrong. Weâre just looking for answers.â Vaggi holds Charlieâs hands, gazing into her eyes.Â
Charlieâs lips wobble, and tears well, threatening to spill down her cheeks. She throws her arms around Vaggi and sniffles. âWhat would I do without you?â
âMy loves, Iâm still here,â Danny says in a deadpan tone, standing behind them. Her moustache twitches in amusement at the sheepish grin Charlie flashes before pulling her into a three-way hug.Â
âCharlieâcanât breathe,â Vaggi wheezes.Â
âOops! Sorry about that,â Charlie giggles, loosening her arms. She looks at the doors again and takes a deep breath. âI can do this.â
âWeâll be here with you every step of the way,â Vaggi says.Â
âIâll destroy anyone who gets in our way!â Danny smiles widely, letting out an eerie laugh.Â
âUmmmm, how about we try to peacefully resolve conflict first before resorting to violence?â Charlie says, clasping her hands together in a pleading motion.Â
Danny strokes her moustache. âHmm. Very well, for you, I will make an effort to be less bad.â
âBehave,â Vaggi warns, narrowing her eyes at Danny.Â
âOh, Vaggi, you know your threats never work on me. They only tempt me to raise more chaos!â Danny cackles and lightning flashes in the background. She stops her theatrics and realizes her girlfriends are gone. âHey! Wait for me!â
They enter the fertility clinic. There are no sinners in the area. This building sits on the outskirts of the Lust ring. Charlie struggled to find this placeâshe didnât even know if it existed at all. At first, she thought she would have to ask her dad, but Danny appeared with a business card, and that was the end of their search.Â
âDonât worry, this is the best clinic in all of Hell. If thereâs any demon that knows their way around fertility, enhancing or avoiding, itâs the Lust residents,â Danny says, leading them to the receptionist desk.Â
The receptionist is a female imp. Her clawed fingertips tap against the keyboard, typing words at a speed Charlie canât keep up with.Â
Charlie waves and tentatively opens her mouth.Â
âWelcome to NewAfterlife Fertility; home to the most expensive eggs in Hell. Do you have an appointment?â The imp doesnât look away from her computer monitor.Â
âYes, thatâs right! For Charlotte,â Charlie says, thankful the warmth in her cheeks isnât noticeable. She watches a pair of demons leave the facility, one of them heavily pregnant. Hope blossoms in Charlieâs chest, and the abundant energy in her nerves settles down.Â
Danny wraps an arm around Charlieâs waist, and Vaggi takes her hand. Charlie smiles gratefully at her girlfriends. This is new to all of them. At least theyâre not facing this alone.Â
âAh, yes. Youâre a little early, but that shouldnât make a difference. Down the hall, first door on your left. The doctor will be with you shortly,â the receptionist says.Â
âThank you,â Charlie squints at the small nameplate on the desk, âIzzy.â
Izzy shrugs. âLiterally just doing my job, but youâre welcome.â
Charlie walks to the waiting room with a new spring in her step. She can feel it in her gut, that warm, fuzzy feeling when you realize everything is going to be okay. Danny squeezes her hand, and Charlie smiles.Â
Whatever happens, theyâll be ready for it.Â
Charlie enters the room, sandwiched between Vaggi and Danny on the chairs.Â
âThis is going to be amazing!â Charlie squeals, kicking her legs, and a wide grin splits her face. She cradles her stomach. âI canât wait to have a baby.â
A knock on the door grabs their attention, and a female Baphomet enters with a clipboard. The demoness smiles at the trio before taking a seat in front of the computer, her long, white coat tucked underneath her legs.Â
âMs. Morningstar, I presume?â The doctor looks at Charlie.Â
âOh! Thatâs me!â Charlie smiles widely, shaking her girlfriends by their arms. âHow did you know?â
âYou look like your father, and news of your hotel has reached outside the Pride ring. I am Dr. Lucina, and I will be your doctor during your hellish journey towards motherhood.â Dr. Lucina opens a form on the computer, and her claws hover over the keys. âI understand youâre having issues conceiving?â
Charlie flushes, her smile growing sheepish, and she stares at the floor. The ecstatic energy in her body fizzles into a hard lump in her stomach. She takes a deep breath and nods. The tightness in her chest eases when Vaggi and Danny hold her hands.Â
The soft thunks from the keyboard fill the silence.Â
âWhich of you two is the donor?â Dr. Lucina asks Vaggi and Danny.Â
Danny smirks, leaning back in her chair and crossing one leg over the other. She raises her hand high. âThat would be me, the Dastardly Diabolical Danny Do-Bad.â
âI see.â More typing. âAnd how long have you been trying for a baby?â
Dannyâs moustache droops, and beads of sweat form on her forehead. âSeveral months nowâŠ?â
The sentence weighs on Charlieâs chest and presses against her ribcage, digging the sharp edges into the pulsating organ beneath.Â
âThatâs perfectly normal,â Dr. Lucina says, adjusting the glasses perched on her muzzle. âWe see plenty of couples who come to us after prolonged failed attempts. Thereâs nothing to be ashamed of. Weâll start with some tests before discussing options.â
Charlie follows a nurse to another room, where they draw her blood and collect other samples to analyze. They hand her a questionnaire to fill out, and some of the questions leave her cheeks burning, but she answers them as honestly as she can. With a sore arm, she returns to her girlfriends, waiting for Dr. Lucina to speak.
Multiple windows and tabs cover the computer monitor, filled with numbers and charts that Charlie canât comprehend.Â
Dr. Lucina skims over the reports and scribbles on her clipboard. She looks over at the three women and says, âWell, the good news is that Charlie and Danny are both fertile, so there are no issues regarding their health. However, the bad news is that we havenât been able to determine the cause of why conception has been unsuccessful. Are you timing it correctly?â
Charlie flushes and nods. âYes, Maâam. Iâve been keeping track of my cycle and letting Danny know when Iâm⊠when itâs time.â
âIf youâre timing the intercourse and still not seeing results, then there are some options available to you.â Dr. Lucina grabs a pamphlet from the table and hands it to Charlie. âWe can do Ovulation Induction, which means your body may release more eggs during your next cycle. This, of course, increases the chances of you getting pregnant. Most couples combine that with another option, where we use a device to deposit the donorâs magic directly into the uterus.â
âAnd that works?â Charlie asks, gripping the pages until the paper creases underneath her fingers.
âWe have had successful cases before, but the chances arenât as high as in vitro fertilization,â Dr. Lucina says.
Charlie finds the procedure in the pamphlet and notices that the steps are significantly longer than those of the other options. âIVF? Whatâs that?â
âIn simple terms, we collect your eggs and fertilize them at the clinic. We select the best embryo and plant it inside your uterus,â Dr. Lucina says.
âSo you make the baby and put it inside me!â Charlieâs eyes sparkle. That would guarantee her a child!
Dr. Lucina smiles and patiently waits for Charlie to calm down. âMs. Morningstar, while IVF offers a higher success rate than other options, it is much more invasive, and even then, thereâs no guaranââ
âSay no more! Weâll do whatever it takes, wonât we, my love?â Danny interrupts, flashing a confident smirk at Charlie.
Charlie looks to Vaggi, and the fallen angel offers her a reassuring smile.Â
âWhatever you decide, weâll support you every step of the way,â Vaggi says.
âAlrighty then.â Charlie takes a deep breath and absentmindedly rubs her stomach. She reads the pamphlet once more before looking at the doctor. âI want to try IVF.â
âCertainly. Weâll need to run additional tests, but before you leave today, weâll provide you with the medication to prepare for egg retrieval,â Dr. Lucina says.
Charlie stares at the pamphlet, eyes fixated on the picture of a demoness hugging her swollen bump. A wet heat burns the corner of her vision, and she exhales shakily. Soon. She strokes the image. Soon, that will be her.
In addition to the previous tests, Charlie undergoes a series of screenings and X-rays. They even have her pee into a tiny cup! She listens carefully to the doctorâs instructions about the medication and how often to administer a dose.
âAlright, Iâll see you within a few days, Ms. Morningstar.â Dr. Lucina smiles and hands Charlie the box of injections.
âThank you, doctor. We really appreciate all the help,â Vaggi says.Â
Danny pulls out a business card and tucks it into Dr. Lucinaâs coat pocket. âYes, if you have any evil plans where my dastardly skills can be of use, Iâll be sure to return the favour.â
The three wave goodbye before exiting the clinic and returning to the hotel.Â
Charlie passes by Angel and Husk at the bar.Â
âWhatcha got there, Toots?â Angel leans away from the countertop, peering at the container in Charlieâs arms. He spots the needles and raises a brow. âI never took ya for a druggie. Is that where you disappeared off toâon a binge? Listen, I know where to get the good stuff, so if ya ever wanna tasteââ
âOh! No thank you, Angel. I appreciate the offer; I really do, but these are prescription drugs,â Charlie says.
Angel whistles and looks at Husk with an impressed grin. âDid ya hear that? She says sheâs got prescription drugs. Itâs been a while since I got my hands on one of those.â
Husk rolls his eyes and grabs another glass to wipe down. âCharlie ainât the kind to do drugs illegally.â
âAww, Husk,â Charlie coos. Her irises sparkle, growing to take up over half her face.
âDonât look at me like that. It wasn't a compliment,â Husk grunts. He drapes the rag over his shoulder and grabs a bottle from the shelf, flicks off the cap, and takes a deep swig, but not before he refills Angelâs cup.Â
âUnfortunately, Angel, these drugs wonât give you a high, but I have plenty of samples at my disposal,â Danny says, opening her coat to reveal rows of baggies, each containing pills, powder, or crystals.Â
âDanny!â Vaggi scolds, forcing the trenchcoat shut, much to Angelâs disappointment.Â
âLighten up, Vaggi! Or better yet, take a hit,â Danny throws an arm around Vaggiâs shoulder.Â
Vaggi shakes her head. âYouâre supposed to be guiding our guests in the right direction, not leading them further astray!â
âOh, come on. I canât help it if Iâm badâitâs literally in my name!â Danny throws her hands in the air, smiling apologetically at the spider demon. âSorry, Angel. No acid trips for either of us.â
Angel clicks his tongue, turning back to his booze. âLaaame.â
Charlie walks ahead of them. âCome on, letâs go back to our room before I run intoââ she slams into a solid wall. Charlie stumbles backwards and meets her fatherâs crescent-shaped eyes.Â
âRun into who, Sweetie?â Lucifer leans on his cane, clawed fingertips drumming against the apple.Â
âDad!â Charlieâs smile stretches thin, and she laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck. âNothingâitâs nothing! What are you doing here?â
Lucifer tilts his head, observing his daughter. âWell, I heard you came back and wanted to ask how youâre feeling. Nifty said you went to the hospital. Was there something you couldnât ask me for help with?â
Sweat trickles down the side of Charlieâs face, and her grip on the box tightens. She shrugs her shoulders. âOh, you know, just a standard check-up to make sure Iâm healthy.â
âWeâre going to inject Charlie with drugs for the next two weeks!â Danny chimes in.
Vaggi slaps a hand against her forehead and sighs.
Luciferâs eyes widen, and his jaw drops. âMy Char-char doing drugs?!?â
âDad, itâs not what you think! Itâs what the doctor ordered,â Charlie says.
âPhew,â Lucifer chuckles and adjusts the lapels of his suit, âyou almost had me there, Danny.â
Danny snatches the box of needles and dashes up the stairs. Her manic laughter trails behind, growing thinner and thinner.
Charlie sighs and looks at her dad. âI promise Iâll explain everything later. Itâs just-I wantedâitâs a surprise!â she stammers.
Luciferâs brows rise to his hairline, and his expression softens. He lifts a hand and ruffles Charlieâs blonde locks. âI look forward to the surprise, then.â
âVaggiââ
Vaggi cuts off her girlfriend. âYeah, yeah. Iâll make sure these idiots donât blow up the hotel. Go catch up to Danny before she does something stupid⊠again.â
âYouâre the best,â Charlie says, giving Vaggi a quick peck on the lips before running after Danny.
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âDo you feel any different?â Danny asks as Charlie removes the syringeâs safety cap.Â
Charlie pinches the skin around her lower abdomen between her fingers and inserts the needle, grimacing as she presses down on the plunger. She sighs and disposes of the sharp object. The sting dulls into a light ache, and she massages the injection site.
âItâs only been a week since I started the medication,â Charlie says, chuckling when Danny stares at her flat stomach.
In all honesty, Charlieâs stomach churns whenever itâs time for the next dose, but she would never admit that aloud. She rubs her throbbing temples and stares at the remaining needles in the box. Only half more to go! Charlie canât bring herself to smile at her progress, not when every shot leaves her feeling worse than the last.
The only thing keeping her going is the thought of holding her child in her arms. A mini Charlie to love and pass the hotel to when the time comes. All this discomfort will mean something. It has to.Â
But what if it doesnât?
What if, after everything sheâs done, itâs not enough?
âCharlie, my love. Are you alright? Youâre spacing out on me,â Danny says, waving a hand in front of her girlfriendâs face.Â
Charlie blinks, forcing her lips to curve in a smile. Her laughter doesnât ring with its usual warmth. âIâm fine, Danny. Just a little tired from all the craziness lately.â
âBullshit.â Danny narrows her eyes. âMy dastardly senses are tingling, and they detect that youâre a terrible liar.â
âIâm not lying.â Charlie wraps her arms around herself, fighting the tears that well in her vision. Her voice wobbles. âI told you, Iâm fine.â
âYes, and Iâm the epitome of sunshine and rainbows,â Danny drawls with an eye roll. She sighs and says, âYouâre not alone. Iâm here. Vaggiâs here, too. Your dad is hereâyou have people who care about you.â
âI just,â Charlieâs lips draw into a thin line, and her shoulders tense, âI donât want to disappoint any of them. Everyone was so supportive when I mentioned wanting to be a mom. But itâs been months with no results.â
âThat doesnât make you a failure,â Danny says.Â
Charlie winces, her expression growing gloomy. âNo, but it makes me feel like a fraud. Who cares if Iâm the Princess of Hell? None of my accomplishments can change the fact that Iâm still not pregnant.â
âOh, babyâŠ.â Danny wipes the stray droplets sliding down Charlieâs cheeks. âWe can always stop if itâs too much.â
âStop?â Charlie chuckles, but the sound clogs in her throat, coming out more like a strangled gargle. She rests a hand over her stomach, remembering how she could barely get out of bed this morning while enduring cramps. âThen all my efforts would be for nothing.â
âYou know I donât mean it like that, Charlie. Iâm worried this is more than we bargained for.â Danny shakes her head. âIâve seen what the injections do to you. Itâs not worth it. My love, we can find some other way.â
Salt drips into Charlieâs mouth, and she licks her lips. She twists her body away from Danny, shrugging off her girlfriendâs hurt expression.Â
ââŠIâm tired, Danny.â Charlieâs hoarse whisper trails into silence. Neither of them speaks, stuck in a deadlock.Â
Danny stares into dull crimson eyes. Since when did they lose their spark? âI know, so why not stop before you suffer more? I miss the old Charlie, the one who was always cheerful and optimistic.â
âI donât want to throw away possibly the only chance I have at carrying our baby,â Charlie says. âI canât just give up halfway. Why are you trying to talk me out of it instead of supporting me?â
âSupport you?â Danny scoffs. âIâve been glued to your side for the past few days. I do everything you ask of me. I even abandoned some of my conniving schemes to care for youâyouâre not the only one whoâs tired!â
âDanny, Iââ
âNo, Charlie. Iâm sick of you complaining all the time.â Danny clenches her fists, unable to look at Charlieâs teary eyes any longer. âYouâre always whining about how it hurts, how awful it makes you feel, that you hate it. If itâs so terrible, then stop it! No oneâs forcing you to go through with this treatment.
âWe were fine before all this baby crap. Why canât we go back to the way things were before? We donât need children, not when it causes you this much pain.â Danny throws her hands in the air.Â
Charlie bites her lip, and she sniffles. âYou donât mean that,â she croaks.Â
âYes, I do, Charlie. Stop caring about a baby that doesnât even exist.â Danny winces when fat tears roll down Charlieâs cheeks.Â
A torrential downpour leaves Charlieâs face a streaky mess. She hiccups, swallowing past the ache in the back of her throat. âYou know how important this is to me.â
Danny sighs and pulls Charlie into a hug. âIâm tired of watching you destroy yourself over this. If all you really want is a baby, then we can adopt one. Or if the kid needs to have our genes, we can look into surrogacy.â
âBut I want to experience pregnancy.â Charlie wonders what the first kick feels like; what is it like to have this small life grow inside you? She pays no attention to Dannyâs exasperated expression.Â
âThen you must make up your mind. Grit your teeth and complete the treatment plan, or stop right now. Because I canât watch you be miserable any longer.â Danny furrows her brows and crosses her arms.Â
Charlie sobs, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. An overwhelming wave of emotion washes over her, draining the warmth from her fingertips. The question slips from her lips before she has a chance to stop it.Â
âDo you not want a child with me?â
Danny twists her moustache around her finger. âIt wouldnât bother me if we never had one.â
Charlieâs tight smile drops, and the smallest bit of hope in her chest gets snuffed out like a candle. The pain radiates from her heart in a dull ache that seeps into every fibre of her being. Her voice is small, but deafening to Dannyâs ears. âI see. Then you donât have to help me anymore. I can ask Vaggi or my dad if I need anything.â
âCharlie, I wonât abandon you like that.â Danny extends her hand, but Charlie recoils like sheâs been touched by hellfire.Â
âItâs justâI feel likeâwhenâUGH.â Charlie tugs at her blonde hair, messing up her ponytail. She sighs and holds Dannyâs hands. âI know you said it because youâre worried about me, but it really hurt my feelings. I just want to know youâre on my side. Because of the medication, my bodyâs all wacky. Iâm always sore and uncomfortableâcranky, too. I havenât felt this emotionally dysfunctional since my teenage years.â
âYou looked cute with black hair,â Danny says.Â
Charlie coughs, and her rosy cheeks darken. âThe point is, I havenât been feeling well lately, and Iâm sorry for taking it out on you.â
âNo, my love. I should be the one apologizing. No matter how diabolical it is, thatâs no excuse to neglect those I care about.â
âHug and make up?â Charlie says, opening her arms.Â
Danny smiles and embraces her girlfriend. âOf course.â
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âYouâre going to break the floor if you donât stop,â Vaggi says, watching Danny pace back and forth.
âThen let it. This whole building can crumble if anything bad happens to Charlie,â Danny spits.
Vaggi grabs Danny by the arm and drags her to the chair beside her, forcing Danny to sit. âCharlie will be fine. Theyâre using magic to extract the eggs; itâs completely safe.â
Dannyâs knee bounces, fingers twisting in her lap. Her eyes dart to the door where a nurse took Charlie. They were promised it wouldnât take longâa standard procedure. She sucks in a breath and glances at a clock on the wall, wondering how many more times the second needle will complete a circle until they receive news.
The door handle turns, and Danny jumps at the click of the lock mechanism. She rushes up to the doctor, and the only reason she doesnât shake the Baphomet is that Vaggiâs holding her back.
Dr. Lucina observes Dannyâs face and smiles calmly. âThe extraction was a success. Weâll have to sort out the mature eggs and fertilize them, but Iâm confident there will be several viable embryos.â
âThank you, Doctor. Thatâs great news,â Vaggi says. She grins at Danny, supporting the demoness when her body goes limp.
âAnd Charlie?â Danny asks, voice wobbling like her legs.
âStill asleep. Weâll do a check-up to make sure sheâs looking good, but otherwise, Charlie can go home today. Sheâll be sent back with medication to prepare her for the embryo transfer,â Dr. Lucina says. A nurse approaches her and whispers something in her ear. Dr. Lucina nods and looks to Danny. âMs. Do-bad, please follow the nurse. Sheâll bring you to a private room where you can provide a sample of your magic.â
Danny blushes and kisses Vaggi on the cheek. âIâll be right back,â she mumbles, trailing after the nurse.
âââââ ââ ââ â âââââ
A few days pass, and Charlie dives for her cellphone when it rings.
âHello! Charlie Morningstar speaking!â
âHello, Ms. Morningstar. This is Dr. Lucina. The great news is that you have six embryos available for transfer. Since this is your first IVF cycle, we will only use one and keep the rest frozen. Please book an appointment with Izzy for your next check-up. Weâll do our best to create the perfect environment to increase the chances of you becoming pregnant.â
Charlieâs smile widens, and the world around her blurs. She blinks, and a tear slides down her cheek. The words choke in her throat, and Charlie takes a deep breath. âThank you. Thank you so much, Dr. Lucina.â
âYouâre very welcome. Take care, now,â Dr. Lucina says.
âYes, you, too!â Charlie ends the call, screaming so loud that the door slams open as Danny rushes in with a pistol.
Danny scans their bedroom, finger resting on the trigger. Her tense shoulders relax when she sees the ecstatic expression on Charlieâs face. She holsters the gun. âThat was good news, Iâm assuming?â
Charlie doesnât say anything. She flings her arms around Danny and laughs until her head reels from the lack of oxygen.
Danny lifts her girlfriend and spins her around, smiling at the sound of her pure joy. âHow long until they transfer the embryo?â
âAnother few weeks. I need to keep taking the meds they gave me and book some appointments. But soon Iâll be pregnant with our child!â Charlieâs eyes glisten, and the crushing weight on her chest finally eases for the first time in months.
âYou are amazing, my love, so unbelievably strong. Iâm proud of you,â Danny says, stroking Charlieâs hair.
âââââ ââ ââ â âââââ
Once the doctor approved Charlie for an embryo transfer, she booked an appointment for the next day.
As she lies on the examination table, Charlie can barely contain her excitement. She looks over to Danny on her left and Vaggi on her right. They each hold one of her hands, and sheâs grateful for their presence. While the procedure isnât long, itâs nice to have something to squeeze when the discomfort becomes too much.
Charlieâs heart hammers in her chest, and sheâs worried her damp hands will slip out of Danny and Vaggiâs grasp. Her stomach churns as Dr. Lucina explains the procedure one more time. She swallows the bitter tang that crawls up her throat. Charlie canât bring herself to watch, instead focusing on the warmth in her hands and the gentle caress on her head.Â
âAnd weâre done!â Dr. Lucina removes her gloves and disposes of them.Â
Charlie blinks. âThatâs it?â
âEmbryo transfers tend to be simple compared to the other steps,â Dr. Lucina chuckles. âYou may feel sore for the next few days, but thatâs to be expected.â
Charlie sags into the examination table, muscles losing all their tension. The buzz in her veins drops off a cliff, and Charlie winces at the twinge in her lower abdomen. âWhat happens now?â she asks.Â
Dr. Lucina smiles and writes another prescription, handing the slip of paper to Charlie. âWeâll need to wait at least two weeks to verify if the pregnancy was successful, so until then, please avoid any strenuous activities and continue taking your medication.â
Charlie thanks the medical staff and leans on Danny and Vaggi for support. Their trip back to the hotel is filled with laughter as Charlie rambles on about potential baby names.Â
âI was thinking Lily or Alyssa if itâs a girl and Alex or Lucas if itâs a boy.â Charlie rubs her stomach, unable to tear her gaze from the flat surface.Â
âWhy not Danielle or Danny Jr?â Danny leans against the Elevator walls, gloved fingers tapping against the railing.Â
Vaggi rolls her eye. âWe are not naming the baby Danny Jr. One Danny is enough.â
âYou wound me, Vaggi,â Danny clutches her chest, âwho else will carry on my dastardly evil deeds?â
âIâm not letting you drag our baby into your plans,â Vaggi bristles.Â
Charlie squeezes in between the two, pushing them apart with a strained laugh. âThereâs no need to fight. We have plenty of time to decide on a name, and I believe that since our baby will be raised with tons of love and care, theyâll turn out to be good.â
The elevator chimes, and the doors slide open to reveal the Pride Ring.Â
âI canât wait to tell everyone the good news!â Charlie grins, grabbing her girlfriends by the hand and skipping out of the elevator.Â
âââââ ââ ââ â âââââ
Danny knocks on the bathroom door, wincing when she hears the wet heaves and gagging noises through the walls. âCharlie, my love? Are you alright? Do you want me to call Vaggi over?â
âNoââCharlie retches and bitter acid spills from her lipsââIâm okay!â
âYou donât sound like it.â Danny frowns and wiggles the doorknob, but it doesnât budge. âYou have been sick for days.â
The sound of the toilet flushing precedes running water. A long gargle and a spit finish the sequence before Danny hears the door unlock.Â
Charlieâs pale face appears with a bright smile. âThis must be a sign that it worked, Danny. I feel nauseous in the mornings, my breasts have become tenderâI know that something is different now. I must be pregnant. Thereâs no other way.â
Danny pulls Charlie into a hug, pulling a handkerchief from her front pocket to wipe the remaining water around Charlieâs mouth. âYes, my love. Iâm glad things turned out in your favour.â
âI know the test is scheduled for today, but I already know what itâs going to say.â Charlie wraps her arms around her belly, imagining the tiny life forming inside her. âIâm going to be the best mom ever.â
Danny raises Charlieâs hand to her lips, kissing the knuckles with a warm expression. âI have no doubt you will be. Vaggi cannot make it to this appointment, but I will be there by your side.â
âThen letâs go! I canât wait to confirm Iâm pregnant!â Charlie giggles and leads Danny out of the hotel.Â
They arrive at the clinic early for their appointment as usual, and Izzy redirects them to an examination room. Charlie nearly knocks over her chair when she gets up to greet the doctor.Â
âItâs wonderful to see you in good spirits,â Dr. Lucina says, pulling up Charlieâs files on the computer. âHow have you been feeling?â
Charlie rambles about the past two weeks, emphasizing her suspected pregnancy symptoms. Dr. Lucina only nods and writes in her notepad.Â
âWeâll need to perform a blood test to be sure,â Dr. Lucina says. She opens a drawer and pulls out equipment. Her deft fingers tie a band around Charlieâs upper arm, and she quickly finds a vein, filling a test tube with blood. She removes the needle and places a band-aid over the injection site.Â
Dr. Lucina swirls the liquid around, and her palms glow faintly.Â
Charlie massages her sore arm, eyes brimming with hope. âWhat are the results?â
Dr. Lucina hums thoughtfully and sets down the test tube.Â
Danny intertwines her fingers with Charlieâs, squeezing them gently.Â
âMs. Morningstar, I have been working at this clinic for centuries, longer than youâve been alive as a doctor, so Iâm quite confident in my skills.â
Charlie scoots closer until her butt is almost off the chair. She leans forward while holding her breath. Her hand rests on her belly, and sheâs already thinking about how they should decorate the nursery once they return home. Theyâll also need to buy plenty of toys and supplies. Maybe some of her old baby clothes are still at the castle. Thereâs no harm in asking her dad to check.Â
âMs. Morningstar,â Dr. Lucina repeats.Â
Her baby will grow up surrounded by the friends and family sheâs created at the hotel. Charlieâs chest pangs at her motherâs absence. Her messages are still left on delivered, even the one announcing her pregnancy. But Charlieâs not surprised.Â
Dr. Lucina clears her throat. âCharlotte.â
Even without a grandmother, her baby will grow up just fine. Charlie can love the child enough to fill that gap. An elbow digs into Charlieâs side, and she snaps out of her daze.Â
âIâm sorry, Doctor. Could you repeat that?â Charlie asks, avoiding eye contact with everybody.Â
âMs. Morningstar, the test results are negative. You are not pregnant,â Dr. Lucina says.Â
âIâm notââCharlieâs heart drops to her stomachââpregnant?â
âItâs unfortunate, but not impossible.â Dr. Lucina looks at the couple with sympathy. âIVF is not a guaranteed method, and weâve had other patients who did not succeed in their first round.â
Charlieâs hands tremble, and her stomach churns. âBut thatâs not right! What about my morning sickness? The changes happening with my body?!â She laughs in disbelief. âHow can you say none of that was pregnancy?â
Dr. Lucinaâs expression grows solemn. âSometimes we want something so badly, our mind can trick our body into believing something that isnât true or never existed in the first place.â
âNoâŠ.â Tears flow down Charlieâs cheeks, and she sobs into Dannyâs chest, crying until the world becomes a blurry mess and the sting burns her eyes raw.Â
âThis is unfortunate news, but you still have several viable embryos. We can always proceed with another transfer if youâre willing.â Dr. Lucina rises from her seat and opens the door. âIâll give you two a moment alone. Charlie, you can take as long as you need to decide whether you want to proceed with another round of IVF.â
Once the doctor leaves, Charlieâs cries develop into wails. She clings to Danny, slumping in her arms.Â
Danny coos and pets Charlieâs hair, but nothing quiets the loud sobs.Â
âMaybe, maybe Iâm not meant to have a baby. Maybe this is a sign I shouldnât be a mom,â Charlie hiccups, snot running down her face.Â
âThatâs not true,â Danny says. She wipes Charlieâs tears and kisses her temple. âYou heard the doctor. We were simply unlucky this time.â
Charlie shakes her head, every nerve in her body tingling like a live wire. The pounding in her chest suffocates her lungs, and her breath comes in tiny, gasping wheezes. âNo, no. This is what I get for trying to make a difference in Hell. They put a baby directly into me, Danny, and it still didnât work!
âThere must be something wrong with me, something broken.â
âCharlie, get a hold of yourself! Everything will be okay! Weâll figure something out.â Danny wraps her arms tighter around Charlie. âCry as much as you want. Afterwards, weâll talk with Vaggi about our options.â
âDannyâŠ.â Charlieâs red-rimmed eyes glisten, and more tears soak into Dannyâs shirt and vest.Â
They remain huddled in the examination room until Charlieâs sobs decrease to quiet sniffles.Â
âFeeling better?â Danny asks.Â
âYes, thank you,â Charlie croaks, blowing her nose when Danny offers her a tissue.Â
They phone Vaggi, and Charlie nearly cries again after hearing her other girlfriendâs voice.Â
âIs it really okay for me to try again?â Charlie stares at the screen displaying Vaggiâs face.Â
âWe'll be there with you every step of the way,â Vaggi says.Â
âThenâŠâ Charlie grips the phone tighter. âI want to do it. I donât want to give up on having a baby.â Charlie sniffles, looking between her two girlfriends. âI love you guys so much.â
âAnd we love you, too,â Vaggi says.Â
Danny agrees with a silent squeeze to Charlieâs shoulder.Â
âThen itâs settled.â Charlie smiles. Â
A month later, with more medication, Charlie returns for another embryo transfer.Â
âWe ran more tests before selecting the best embryo,â Dr. Lucina says, slipping on a new pair of disposable gloves. âShall we begin?â
Charlie nods, her body less tense this time. The procedure goes smoothly, and sheâs back at the hotel within half an hour.Â
âPlease work this time,â Charlie whispers, hugging her stomach.Â
The next two weeks are agony for Charlie. Thereâs no morning sickness or body aches other than the occasional abdominal cramp.Â
The day before her next appointment, Charlie nearly fainted while using the bathroom in the morning. Light pink splotches decorate her underwear, and the tears pour down her face. Charlie hastily redresses herself and wakes Danny and Vaggi, begging them to help her.Â
âSomethingâs wrong,â Charlie stammers, struggling to choose her words.Â
Danny and Vaggi take one look at Charlieâs face before rushing her to the clinic.Â
Charlie sits in the examination room, hyperventilating as the walls warp in her vision. She can barely hear Danny or Vaggiâs voices, their touch muted by the chill spreading through her chest.Â
Dr. Lucina performs several tests, examining Charlieâs body and recording her symptoms. She offers words of comfort to the trembling demoness, reassuring her that spotting or light bleeding can be normal during early pregnancy.Â
The doctor draws another sample of blood, and sweat trickles down Charlieâs face, sliding down her neck and beneath the collar of her clothes.Â
Dr. Lucina smiles. âCongratulations, Ms. Morningstar. The blood test has confirmed youâre pregnant.â
Charlieâs eyes widen. Her voice becomes airy and high-pitched. âAnd the bleeding?â
âNothing to be concerned about. Although weâll want to see you again in 48 hours to make sure,â Dr. Lucina says.Â
âIâmâŠâ Charlie raises a shaky hand to cover her mouth, muffling her cries. Her shoulders tremble, and the familiar burn returns to her eyes and nose. She swallows the ache in her throat, beaming. âIâm pregnant. Iâm going to have a baby!â
âThatâs amazing!â Vaggi wraps her arms around Charlie.Â
Danny moves to sandwich Charlie in their three-way hug. âWonderful, indeed. I had full faith in you.â
âWeâll need to monitor you closely during the first trimester, but for now, I think you deserve to celebrate and rest at home. That doesnât mean you should forget to take your medication,â Dr. Lucina says.Â
Charlie runs over and hugs the doctor. âThank you, thank you so much!â
Dr. Lucina pats Charlie on the back. âItâs an honour to be part of your journey.â
âWe have to tell my dadâwe have to tell everyone at the hotel!â Charlie gasps. She thanks the doctor once more and smiles the entire way home.Â
The reaction of all her friends was a mixture of shock and glee. Lucifer wouldn't stop crying, which meant Charlie wouldnât stop crying, and the two Morningstars had to be separated temporarily.Â
Months passed in the blink of an eye, and Charlieâs bump steadily grew. Once Charlie started waddling around on swollen ankles, Vaggi and Danny would refuse to let her lift a finger. In fact, everyone at the hotel treated her like she was made of glass. It became a nightmare to have a moment of peace without her dad hovering over her shoulder or either of her partners running to her side if she so much as sneezed.Â
Charlie decided to not identify the gender of her baby. She wanted it to be a surprise. All the weird pregnancy cravings and back pain became worth it when she felt the first kick.Â
It took her by surprise at first, but then she felt it again. A light flutter in her stomach, followed by a twitch. Charlie almost didnât notice the sensation. Her baby slowly grew more active in the following weeks.Â
Charlieâs chest fills with warmth when she watches the wonder in Danny and Vaggiâs eyes whenever they rest their hand on her stomach and feel the babyâs movements.Â
âItâs incredible to think youâre growing an entire demon inside you,â Danny says, caressing Charlieâs bump with reverence.Â
âI canât wait to meet them.â Charlieâs eyes glisten, and she wipes away the tear before it falls. âWe struggled so much to get here, but we made it.â
âNo, Charlie, that was all you.â Vaggi kisses Charlieâs forehead. âIâm so proud of you.â
Danny nods. âSheâs right. You did all the hard parts.â
âIt was a team effort,â Charlie says, waving her hand.Â
âJust accept the compliment,â Danny snorts. âNow, why are we really here?â
âOh! I wanted your opinions on the decorations for the baby shower!â Charlie pulls out her phone and navigates to her photo album, showing her the mood boards she put together. âBe honest, which one do you like best?â
The three of them spend the next hour finalizing the decisions for the baby shower. That party becomes one of Charlieâs favourite memories of the pregnancy.Â
Everyone they liked was invited to the hotel. With KeeKeeâs help, they created a ballroom and set up the decorations in no time. Nifty outdid herself with the catering, and the scent of her cooking wafted all the way to the lobby.Â
The party went on for hours, and Charlie received countless congratulations and gifts from all the guests. She stacked her plate at the buffet table, avoiding all the dishes that looked like they contained a finger or a foot, and took turns dancing with Vaggi and Danny until her legs lost all strength.Â
As the energy died down and more demons were passed out on the ground, Charlie retired to her bedroom after Vaggi, and Danny urged her to go first, promising to take care of the cleanup.Â
Charlieâs phone buzzed when she reached her room. She nearly dropped the device when she read the notification. Charlie immediately unlocked the screen and accepted the call.Â
ââŠMom?â
âââââ ââ ââ â âââââ
âGET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY,â Danny hollers, clearing the hallway as Vaggi sprints behind her, carrying a heavily pregnant Charlie.Â
Lucifer opens his door and sticks his head outside. âIs everything alââ
âTHE BABYâS COMING,â Danny interrupts him. A gust of wind trails behind her.Â
âOh, I see. The babyâs coming,â Lucifer chuckles. He freezes and then bolts inside, scrambling for his things. His hat nearly slides off his head as he runs after them. âThe babyâs coming?!?â
They bring Charlie to the nearest hospital, where she spends hours in labour before sheâs dilated enough to give birth.Â
Charlie clenches her jaw as another contraction crashes through her body, and the wave of pain dulls to a low throb that travels from her navel to her tailbone.Â
Vaggi wipes the sweat from Charlieâs forehead, and Dannyâs smile tightens as the bones in her hands splinter.Â
âI can see the head. One more big push now,â the doctor says.Â
Charlie moans as she leans forward and pushes as hard as she can. The pain meds they administered earlier arenât enough to fully douse the burn as her body stretches to its limit.Â
A loud wail pierces the delivery room, and Charlie scrambles to move towards the sound, but her limbs remain stiff.Â
âMy baby, whereâs my baby?â Charlie mutters, wrestling with her tongue to articulate the words.Â
âCongratulations! Itâs a beautiful baby girl!â The doctor wraps the infant in a blanket while a nurse clamps the umbilical cord. Danny and Vaggi cut the umbilical cord together, blinking away the tears in their eyes.Â
The doctor places the baby in Charlieâs arms.Â
Charlie gasps, cradling her newborn to her chest, feeling the tacky warmth from the small bundle.Â
Large, crimson eyes gaze up at Charlie, and a soft cry escapes the tiny lips.Â
Charlie brushes the sparse blonde strands and kisses her babyâs forehead. âAlyssa. Your name is Alyssa,â she murmurs.Â
âWelcome to the family, little one,â Danny coos.Â
âAt least she didnât inherit your moustache,â Vaggi says, peering at the chubby face protruding from the blankets.Â
Danny scoffs, âAnd whatâs that supposed to mean?!â
Charlie sighs and watches in amusement as her girlfriends bicker in the background. She ignores their spat and focuses on her daughter. Small claws wrap around her finger, and Charlie smiles. She chuckles and kisses the tiny fist.Â
âItâs so nice to finally meet you, Alyssa Morningstar.â
End Note:
I had to research a lot about IVF, and now my phone thinks I'm struggling to have a baby, so it keeps giving me ads for different solutions and clinics đ
If you made it all the way here, thank you for reading!
I'll see you guys at my next hyperfixation! (ăă»âă»)ă
My hottest fanfiction take is I think people should stop posting multi-fandom oneshots as a single fic with like 50+ chapters and instead post them as individual fics
One of my biggest fanfic pet peeves, especially when the fandom Iâm looking for is small compared to some of the others. I get really excited to find one, only to realize itâs multi-fandom đ
Warnings: Fluff, Smut, No Y/N, AFAB Reader, Gender Neutral otherwise, Soft Dom Yuushi, Porn without plot, Plot if you squint, Cunnilingus, Fingering, P in V, Brat taming, Blindfold, Bondage, Spanking, Blowjobs, Thighjobs, Bathtub sex, Edging, Praise kink, Light degradation, Let me know if I missed something, Reader is in a throuple but this fic focuses on Yuushi
Summary:
Yuushi's been waiting all week to teach your bratty ass a lesson.
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Yuushiâs stubble tickles as his lips brush against your ear. âYouâve been very bratty this week,â he murmurs, his hot breath fanning your skin. âAnd what do we do with disobedient brats?â
You suck in a breath. âThey get punished,â you answer.Â
Yuushi licks the shell of your ear, chuckling when you shudder beneath him. âThatâs right, Baby. They get punished.â His voice dips to a growl. âAnd youâve been rackinâ âem up. I donât think you know what youâve gotten yourself into.â He notices your squirming thighs and breaks them apart with his knee.Â
Note:
While the reader is in a relationship with both Yuushi and K, this fic focuses mainly on Yuushi. I have an older fic if you want to read about all three of them getting it on here.
This is the biggest fic I've ever written. It all started with this ask, and I apologize to the sender because it took me 3 years of writing this on and off to get to this point. đ
I hope it's not too noticeable that I dropped this fic at several points before picking it back up after long breaks. I'd like to think that if I were to rewrite this all now, I would do a much better job (a girl can dream đ„č)
Honestly, not all of this is brat taming, but it was a lot of me finishing up a scene and then adding more and more like a kid at a slushee machine, pouring all the different flavours into one cup.
I don't have much else to say other than I hope all the other people who still occasionally check for Lady K & The Sick Man fics have a field day with this one.
Please reblog to let me know you're all still out there!
Happy Reading! (ïœĄïœ„â)ïŸïŸ
âDo you have everything packed?â you ask, peeking underneath the cloth covering the contents in the basket K is holding. She gently smacks your hand away and nods with a smile. You raise your hands in surrender. âI only want to make sure you donât panic later because you left something behind.â
She huffs a laugh and presses a kiss to your cheek, spreading the warmth blooming across your skin with a caress of her thumb.Â
âYouâre too much of a damn worry wart,â Yuushi says, giving your hips a comforting squeeze.Â
âBut itâs her first time going out! I want everything to beââ
âPerfect,â Yuushi interrupts, rolling his eyes. âYeah, I remember from the first ten times you said it.â His hand wanders to the small of your back, tracing the contours of your spine. âSheâll be fine.â He turns to her. âYouâll be fine, right, K?â
âMm!â
âSomethingâs missing, though.â Yuushi rubs his chin and narrows his eyes. He snaps his fingers and walks over to the coat hanger, snatching the big sun hat and placing it on Kâs head.Â
The hat flops forward, and K whips her hand up to stop it from sliding further. Her wide eyes peek at you and Yuushi from beneath the brim. Paired with her long white dress, her outfit matches the warm breeze outside. You can picture her in a meadow of flowers as the wind ruffles her hair. You need to bring up that date idea later.Â
âHave fun, Sweetheart. Tell your mom and the kid we said hi,â Yuushi says. He cups her face in his hands and plants a tender kiss on her forehead. K has to hold the hat against her head to keep it from falling. She leans to whisper into his ear, the hat hiding the details of their exchange. âIâll keep that in mind,â Yuushi chuckles, flicking his gaze toward you.Â
A flame in your belly ignites, and warmth flushes your skin. Youâre familiar with that lookâkneeled in front of Yuushi many times as he stared down at you with it. You rub your thighs together and maintain eye contact.Â
K comes up to you and gives a parting hug, squeezing your arm with a smile on her face. Youâre so fucked if even K is wishing you good luck. You bite your lip and chance a look at Yuushi. His dark eyes burn holes into you. The arms of his muscles flex underneath his sweater as he crosses them and leans against the doorframe, watching you two.Â
âBe honest with me. How upset is he?â you whisper to K. She furrows her brows and shakes her head pitifully at you, patting your shoulder. You suck in a breath. Fuck. A thrill travels from the base of your spine to the nape of your neck. The heat between your thighs grows uncomfortable. K wiggles her eyebrows before pinching your sides to elicit a laugh from you. âI know, I know. I wanted this to happen.â
K withdraws her touch, giving Yuushi a stern look as she walks through the doorway. Yuushi huffs, âItâs cute when youâre protective, K. But you donât get a say in the punishments.â He smacks her bottom as she passes him. K lets out a small squeal, her cheeks puffing as she glares at him. âHave fun,â and the sincerity is audible in his words. She deflates, all the hot air evaporating from her system. K shakes her head and walks out onto the street, where a little boy is waiting for her.
You move closer to watch them walk away together. The pair seemingly vanish as the sky clears and blinds you momentarily with the sunâs rays. Yuushi closes the door and traps you against it. His muscular arms form a cage. The faint scent of cigarette smoke mixes with his cologne. Notes of leather and almonds with a hint of vanilla fill your senses. Warm, sweet, and sexy. It fits him perfectly. You shudder when he leans in. Heâs so close you can also catch a whiff of lavender.
Yuushiâs stubble tickles as his lips brush against your ear. âYouâve been very bratty this week,â he murmurs, his hot breath fanning your skin. âAnd what do we do with disobedient brats?â
You suck in a breath. âThey get punished,â you answer.Â
Yuushi licks the shell of your ear, chuckling when you shudder beneath him. âThatâs right, Baby. They get punished.â His voice dips to a growl. âAnd youâve been rackinâ âem up. I donât think you know what youâve gotten yourself into.â He notices your squirming thighs and breaks them apart with his knee.Â
You whine at the loss of stimulation, your hands exploring beneath his shirt in hopes of buttering him up. Yuushi doesnât falter. He wraps a hand around your throat and squeezes the sides gently. Your hands freeze. You think every blood cell in your body is rushing south.Â
âTrying to resist punishment? Thatâs another act of disobedience,â Yuushi says. The way his eyes roam hungrily across your figure? Fuuuuuckkkk. He licks his lips and rubs his thumb against the side of your neck.Â
You snort, âWhat are you, a cop?â The following mental image of Yuushi in a police uniform has you weak in the knees. God, you canât help but think of how his broad shoulders would barely be contained in the button-up shirt. And you already know he looks good in a tieâin fact, youâve seen him wearing only a tie before, and boy was that a wild timeâand those pants? His ass would look so good in them. Youâd let him arrest and interrogate you all daâ
Yuushi unknowingly pulls you out of your fantasy.
âWhy? You got a thing for being handcuffed?â he asks, grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head. His face draws nearer, and you can barely think with his scent filling your senses.Â
You wrestle with your tongue, forcing a word to leave your mouth. You only manage a single syllable.
âNo,â you scoff, ignoring the throb between your legs. You press yourself into the door, shrinking away as the flames draw closer.Â
âYouâre a fuckinâ liar,â he tsks. Yuushi hums, and a glint appears in his eyes. âMaybe that should be one of your punishments.â One hand remains locked around your wrists while the other wanders down and slides along the slope of your breasts. He cups one in his hand and brushes his thumb across your hardened nipples. âIâll tie you up to the bed blindfolded and leave a vibrator running inside ya.â The grin on his face matches his hungry gaze as he teasingly pinches the hard buds poking out of your shirt.Â
Your head thumps against the wooden door as a sigh escapes your lips. âYuushi....â He noticeably perks at the mention of his name. His smile widens, flashing you a view of his canines.Â
Yuushi leans forward and whispers into your ear. âI might touch you, I might not. Youâll never know. And Baby, when Iâm done with you, you wonât even remember your damn name,â he purrs, licking the shell of your ear.
You know itâs not an empty threat. Heâs done it to you before, had you weeping in bed for rest while your body craved for more. Generous was certainly one way to describe him as a lover. But heâs often too generous.Â
You shudder, frantically searching for an escape route. Itâs not enough. You need moreâyou want to poke the hornet's nest. The fridge sits in the corner of your vision, and you subsequently look at the calendar on the wall. âTodayâs grocery run day,â you say.Â
âTrying to worm your way out of trouble? It ainât gonna work, Angel.âÂ
âThe fridge is empty, and itâs my turn to cook dinner.â Your voice pitches as you scramble for an excuse. âYou can check if you donât believe me.â
He doesnât have to. He was the one who cooked dinner the night before. Yushi clicks his tongue, scrunching up his nose. âTake the car. You get an hour and a halfânot a minute more. Understand?â he says, eyes searching your face.Â
âYes, Sir.â
Yuushi smirks and shakes his head, releasing your wrists. âWhy donât I believe you?â
âIâll be good,â you promise in a sweet voice.Â
âMhmm, and how many times have you lied to me about that? You usually only mean it when I have you bent over my knee.â
You shrug, flashing him an innocent look. âThat just sounds like youâre doing a poor job.â
Yuushiâs mouth sets into a thin line. âOn your knees,â he commands.Â
âI donât want to,â you say
âYouâre toeing the line, Angel. On your fuckinâ knees while Iâm still asking nicely.â Yuushi crosses his arms, waiting for you to move. âAnd take off everything from the waist down.â
âYes, Sir.â You comply and hook your thumbs into the waistband of your pants and underwear, sliding them off. The wooden floor is uncomfortable on your knees, and you hope that whatever Yuushi has in store for you is over before you lose all feeling in your legs.Â
Yuushi disappears briefly before returning with something in his hands. âWasnât gonna use this, but you keep showing me that youâre a brat who canât follow orders,â he says, running his hand along the strip of fabric.Â
You recognize it as the tie he often wears when he receives temp work in an office. âWhy should I listen to everything you say?â you taunt, raising your chin.Â
Yuushiâs mouth stretches into a lazy grin. âYou shouldnât. Itâs more fun that way. Bet you get a kick out of being such a goddamn tease. Disobeyinâ orders and pretending youâve done nothing wrong.â He binds your wrists together, anchoring you to the doorknob.Â
The tie doesnât cut into your skin. Instead, it seems to have been wrapped with great care.
âNo,â you say, tugging in hopes of loosening your restraints.
âNo?â Yuushi crouches down to your level, resting his head against his propped-up fist. âSweetheart, youâre fuckinâ dripping down there.â
You shift your position, forgetting to exhale when your clit is stimulated by the motion. âI'm not,â you breathe out quietly.Â
âThen whyâre you squirming so much? I ainât even tied you that tight. Youâre kneelinâ in front of me because you want me to punish you.â
âIââ
Yuushi stands, towering over you. âNaughty brats donât get to talk back.â The sound of a zipper draws your attention, and Yuushiâs erect cock bobs in front of your face.
âOpen up.â He taps the head against your lips, smearing precum on them. His musky scent overwhelms your senses, and you swallow the saliva welling in your mouth. He prods again for entrance, and you let him in, feeling his thick length glide along your tongue. Yuushi groans when you go deeper, curses mingling with the sloppy sounds of his thrusts. âYa hear that? âCourse not, cause itâs finally quiet for once. âCept for all those lewd noises youâre makinâ around my cock.â
You moan around his shaft in response. Drool dribbles from the corners of your lips, and you look up at him. Yuushi jerks inside your mouth, and a fresh flood of precum coats your taste buds, which you greedily milk from him.Â
Yuushi bites his lip, stroking your hair as he buries himself in your tight heat. âFuck, Baby. You look so hot with your mouth stuffed. Are you drunk on my cock yet? I want my taste to linger on your tongue while youâre at the store.âÂ
You hollow your cheeks, and the long, drawn-out moan Yuushi makes goes straight to your core. The heat between your thighs has grown unbearable and damp. You press your knees together, whining around his cock as your wrists burn.Â
âHow cute. No matter how hard you pull, youâre not gonna get to touch yourself.â Yuushi snaps his hips and hisses. âIf I untie you, will you behave?â Â
You grunt, mouth still full of his length.Â
Yuushi chuckles and tugs on the knot. âDonât make me regret this.â He wraps your hands around the base of his shaft. âLet me know if itâs too much,â he says before holding your head and thrusting into your mouth.Â
It initially takes you by surprise, but you quickly resume your previous rhythm, maintaining eye contact with Yuushi as he fucks your face. He watches you with half-lidded eyes. Low grunts and moans leave his parted lips when you massage his balls with your other hand.Â
Yuushiâs thrusts become sloppy, and you can feel him swell in your mouth. You do your best to take as much of his length as you can without gagging, gargling muffled words around his shaft.Â
Yuushi shudders, face flushed. He chokes out a laugh, muttering your name with reverence. âAre you tellinâ me to cum?â he asks, tightening his grip on your hair. âYou want me to coat your filthy mouth and throat, donât ya?"
You moan loudly in response and continue to enthusiastically suck on his cock. The wet slurps and squelches reach their peak, only lasting for a few seconds before Yuushiâs warm cum spurts in your mouth.
His hips still, and his moans pitch when you continue moving, milking every last drop he has to offer. âFuck, Angel. Youâre so fuckinâ sexy.â He throws his head back and whines when you suckle on the tip of his cock, flicking your tongue against the underside of the sensitive ridge.Â
Yuushiâs cock starts to soften a little, and he pulls out. He swears under his breath when he looks down and is greeted by the sight of your open mouth full of his cum. You stick your tongue out slightly for good measure before swallowing the entire load, opening again to show him.Â
Yuushiâs eyes darken, and he cups your face, pulling you into a searing kiss. Your back thuds against the door from the force, and you press your body into his, trying to burrow further into his intoxicating presence. Yuushiâs tongue slips inside your mouth, and youâre positive he can taste himself on you, but that doesnât stop him from kissing like he means to devour you.Â
He pulls away and swipes his thumb over your swollen lips, breaking the thin string of saliva that connects you two. Yuushiâs eyes contain a gleam to them, a suppression of passion that threatens to melt you on the spot with one look from their intensity. His voice is husky, but it doesnât disguise the lilt in his tone, the one that always means heâs up to no good.Â
âSince you behaved for the most part, Iâll give you a little treat. Lift your hips for me,â Yuushi says, and you ignore the burn in your knees as they press into the flooring. Yuushi gets on his back and slides underneath you like a mechanic would with a car. âGonna take a peek under the hood.â He spreads your slit, and you feel a puff of warm air that turns your legs to jelly.Â
Your hands immediately rest on his chest to support yourself, hips trembling above his face. âOh my god, Yuuââ the words clog in your throat when Yuushi pulls back the hood of your clit with his thumb and teases the swelling bundle of nerves with a few flicks of his tongue. Each tap is a jolt of pleasure that agitates the hunger gnawing in your gut.Â
If it werenât for his hands supporting you, you would have plopped down and smothered him already. Heâs only breathing against your skin, but somehow it frays your nerves like a live wire. Thereâs something about sensing his presence and the anticipation that comes with wondering when heâll make a move.Â
Heat sears your face, and you try to glance between your legs to see what heâs up to. âYuushi!â You cry out when his stubble prickles your sensitive slit.Â
Yuushiâs thumbs rub circles into your inner thigh. âHeh. Youâre makinâ a mess on my face. I did say I was gonna peek under the hood, but I can see youâre eager to welcome me,â and the smugness in his tone is palpable.Â
Your body is still aching from his teasing flicks earlier. The memory of that sensation lingers at the forefront of your mind. And if you concentrate hard enough, you can feel the phantom touch of his tongue. But you know itâs not as good as the real thing; it never is.Â
âPlease,â you force yourself not to whimper. Youâre going to die if Yuushi keeps this up. Theyâre going to find your body in this apartment, and youâll join K and her other ghost friends. At least the rent would probably go down again.Â
âDid I say you could let your mind wander?â Yuushiâs voice rumbles from underneath you. Muscular arms wrap around your legs, pulling you down.Â
A moan tears through your throat when something wet and warm enters your cunt. It thrusts in and out. Youâre forced to rest your full weight on Yuushi, completely losing the strength to kneel. He laps and drinks from you as if heâs tasting ambrosia.Â
The texture of his tongue running over your clit occasionally, before sinking into your dripping hole with an obscene squelch, has your walls trembling. They contract and squeeze around him, desperately grabbing for more.Â
The sudden jump in intensity after being starved of his touch for so long sends your nervous system into a frenzy. The only thought in your mind is to orgasm. With how sensitive you are, itâs not difficult for him to bring you to your peak.Â
Yuushi is well accustomed to all the ways you enjoy being touched, which spots make you clench tighter than others, and what makes you scream his name.Â
He pleasures you with practiced ease, and your mind anticipates the climax. Itâs almost second nature to expect it.Â
But Yuushi places one last peck on your swollen clit and slides out.Â
âInspection clear!â he says, not getting up from the floor yet.Â
You may appear upside down in his vision, but your wide eyes are impossible to miss.Â
âWhaâŠ?â You blink, plopping onto the floor along with your jaw. All the pleasure has evaporated, leaving behind an empty fissure that threatens to tear you in half. Practically every hair on your body stands on end. The smirk on Yuushiâs face is enough to send a fresh gush of arousal to seep into the floor beneath you.Â
Yuushi sits up, running a hand through his mussed hair, and licks his lips. âAw, did you forget youâre still being punished?â he grins, the bottom half of his face glistening with your slick.Â
Your core throbs, an unbearable ache. âDid you just blue ball me?!?â you cry out, skin flushing hot with outrage. Like a newborn foal, you stumble as you stand, trying not to lose your footing.Â
Yuushi grabs your arm and shoulder to steady you. He kisses your forehead and grins. âNaughty brats donât get to cum either. Ya gotta earn it.â He presses you against the door and stares deep into your eyes. âAn hour and a half. No more,â he warns you.Â
You inhale sharply, âI know.â
The right side of his mouth quirks, and his eyes crinkle at the edges as they gaze at you fondly. Yuushi kisses your temple and draws back.Â
âOh, and put your clothes back on before you warp the floorboards,â he says. You do your best to ignore the sharp ache between your thighs, redressing and opening the door. âRemember, don't touch yourself while youâre out!â
You continue facing forward and walk to the car, flipping Yuushi off the whole way.Â
The drive to the store is short and uneventful. You had to put every ounce of concentration into driving as the horny thoughts screamed in your brain to make themselves known. But luckily, itâs not rush hour, and the roads are quiet today. You even considered pulling over at one point and relieving yourself of the ache in your core. Yuushi would never know, but you would have to live with the fact that you broke his trust.Â
20 minutes have passed since you left, and youâre still sitting inside the car in the parking lot. You groan and rest your head on the steering wheel, jerking back when you accidentally activate the horn. Of course, a random stranger happens to be walking in front of your car at the time, and you end up bowing your head in apology before sinking into your seat, hoping to melt from view.Â
You remain slumped like that until the pit of your stomach no longer feels like itâs plunging down an abyss. A glance at the clock now shows 35 minutes have passed. Did you really sit in your car for another 15 minutes? You peek out the window and pray that the stranger you accidentally spooked has already left. Otherwise, youâll pretend to intensely analyze the nutrition label of a nearby item if you come across the poor soul in the store.Â
With a deep breath, you exit the car and head inside. An annoying squeal followed by the occasional squeak makes you feel as if youâre walking a stubborn pig instead of pushing a shopping cart. Does no one ever oil the wheels? You canât help but glance at your phone every couple of minutes to make sure youâre on schedule. AlthoughâŠ. You shake the thought from your head.Â
Your next stop is the snack aisle. Every time you place an item in your cart, you check it off the list on your phone. Your eyes fall on the bulk pack of Pocky. The image of the biscuit dangling from Yuushiâs lips like a cigarette brings a rush of warmth to your face. You canât be having these thoughts in the middle of the grocery store; there are people here! You bring a hand up to your cheeks in hopes of sapping the warmth from them. Unfortunately, fantasy Yuushi smirks and wags the Pocky stick to invite you to bite the other end.Â
You swear a puff of smoke erupts from your head, and you wave your hand above your head to dispel the clouds and obscene thoughts.Â
âMomma, what is that person doing?â A small voice from further down the aisle catches your attention. Your hand snaps down to your side as your spine goes rigid. Oh fuck. As if you hadnât already met your daily quota for embarrassing yourself in public. You pretend youâre having an intense internal debate between the strawberry and chocolate flavours of Pocky. The two packages are pressed so close to your face that your eyeballs might as well be imprinted with their ingredients list.Â
âJust pretend you didnât see anything, Hun,â another voice replies, although you have to strain your ears to catch the entire sentence.Â
âBut why?â Curse children and their insatiable curiosities. You remain in your stiff pose. Wheat flour, Sugarâ
âBecause then itâs not as embarrassing for the other person.â Chocolate liquor, Blend of vegetable oilsâ
âIs dancing something to be embarrassed about?â You nearly drop the packages and force your eyes to remain steady as the tiny print warps in your vision. Whole milk powder, Vegetable oil shorteningâ
âDidnât Momma promise to buy you ice cream today?â A loud gasp followed by a little squeal pierces your eardrums. Tiny footsteps rush away from you, followed by the frantic whines of a shopping cart.Â
You toss both flavours into your cart and let out an internal scream so loud that any mind reader within a 50km radius would be rendered unconscious. The vibration in your right pocket startles you. You unlock your phone to read the text from Yuushi.Â
The phone nearly plummets to the ground, and you scramble to catch it, fingers awkwardly grasping the device before it collides with the floor. The text is a succinct âhalf an hour,â but attached is a selfie with a view of the visible tent in Yuushi's sweatpants. You can picture the outline of his erection and quickly cover the screen with your chest as you check that no one else is around.Â
Letting out a sigh when you see the aisle is deserted, you admire the photo. Itâs not fair that Yuushi hides his physique behind baggy clothing. Another ding chimes from your phone, and a new picture loads. You nearly crack the screen with your chokehold grip. This time Yuushi has his cockâstill clothedâflush against his body, one large hand gripping the base of his shaft to accentuate the outline. It perfectly teases you with his girth and length while letting your imagination do the rest of the work.Â
You press your thighs together and huff a groan. This does nothing to stop the flow of arousal. When you shift your legs, you can feel the uncomfortable stickiness that binds your underwear to your skin. And of course, you still have the rest of your shopping list to complete. Which means more walking around the store and enduring the sweet torture of friction.Â
Your phone chimes for what you hope is the last time. Your shoulders sag when you notice the Lock Screen notification shows no indication of an attachment. âIâm waiting. Be good and come back on time.â
You have to stop pushing the cart and take a breather, rubbing your thighs together to ease the ache. It doesnât help that you can clearly read the message in his voice. Your eyes scan over the text again, and another idea pops into your head. What if you didnât want to be good? You bite your lip and redirect your cart to a random aisle. Thereâs only one way to find out.Â
Itâs not difficult to pass half an hour in the store by doing nothing. You canât remember the last time you browsed all the aisles for the fun of it. Many of the aisles have been moved around, and some items have been replaced with newer stock. This adds to your browsing time.Â
Your phone has gone off a few times, and you made sure to read every message without replying. The first text was Yuushi. He was hoping that you were on your way home lest you face the consequences of being late. But his concerns quickly morphed into displeasure when he realized you were ignoring him on purpose, courtesy of the read receipts.Â
With your cart filled more than you were intending, you head to the self-checkout. Youâre starting to enjoy the erratic buzzing in your back pocket from your phone. You wonder how different it would feel compared to the sting of Yuushiâs spanks. You scan your items as quickly as you can and tap your card to pay for everything. Most of your groceries are haphazardly tossed into the reusable bags you brought.Â
You nearly sprint to the car. Your thighs are damp and sticky. Another vibration sends a throb down your core. The groceries are placed in the trunk, and you flop into the driver's seat. You tug on the collar of your shirt, undoing the buttons on your coat. Itâs getting too warm, and you havenât even started the engine yet.Â
You decide to take a peek at your phone, unlocking the screen to be greeted with a wall of text. A grin sneaks onto your face, and you glance at your surroundings. Taking a risk, you shimmy your pants down past your knees. Turning on the camera, you snap a picture of your drooling cunt, framed perfectly by a pair of dark, lacy underwear. This specific one happened to be one of Yuushiâs favourites since it was crotchless. He liked fucking you senseless while still being able to admire the lingerie.Â
You scroll up and skim over his messages. They all pretty much mean the same thing: youâre being severely punished when you arrive home. Maybe this is pouring gasoline on an open flame, butâyou smirk and hit sendâyou think youâll enjoy watching it all burn.Â
You reluctantly slide your damp pants back onâitâs better than making a mess on the car seat. Those things can be a nightmare to clean. Not even a minute later, you can see that heâs looked at your picture. Almost immediately after, the call screen appears with Yuushiâs caller ID. You switch your phone to silent mode and place it in the cup holder with the screen off.Â
âSorry, Yuushi. I shouldnât call and drive at the same time,â you say in a singsong voice, knowing very well he canât hear you. How pissed off is he now? You hum and turn the key, feeling the engine roar to life. You glance over your shoulder at the bags behind you. At least you remembered to buy many, many, many condoms and another bottle of lube. Shifting gears, you pull out of the parking lot and drive to your doom.Â
The radio is blasting your favourite songs, and you drum your fingers along to the rhythm. But nothing provides sufficient distraction from the pulsing between your legs. Your body anticipates what Yuushi has in store for you. You can almost feel his stubble ghosting your inner thighs, and you squeeze your legs together. Luckily, your brain switches to autopilot and the apartment building comes up in the distance.Â
Parking in the usual spot, you glance up and see Yuushi standing in front of the doorway with his arms crossed. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his elbows, and you practically drool at the sight of his exposed forearms. Youâre half expecting him to walk up to the car and scold you, but he remains in the doorway menacingly. His eyes never leave you as you get out of the car and grab the groceries.Â
There are only two bags for you to carry. When you take them out of the car, they tug on your shoulders as if filled with lead weights. With a grimace, you walk up to your shared apartment. His unwavering gaze only fans the flames in your lower belly. His eyes dart to the bags in your hands, and he lets out a mixture between a sigh and a snort.Â
âYouâre late." He waits for an explanation.Â
âWould you believe me if I said the line was really long?â Your voice pitches near the end of your sentence, and your posture wilts a little under his stare.Â
Yuushi shakes his head in dismay and flicks your forehead. âFirst of all, Angel. Never start a sentence like that if you wanna get away with a lie.â His eyes drift down between your legs, where the damp fabric hugs and forms a faint outline of your lips.Â
âAnd?â you say with a stamp of your foot, urging him to continue.Â
Yuushi licks his lips. You watch the pink muscle dart out and wet the skin. A flood of want pools in your abdomen as you imagine all the things he can do with his tongue. âAnd second,â he continues, âyou were too busy teasing me with your little photoshoot in the car.â Yuushi shortens the distance between you and him. His hands are on your waist almost instantly, and they curve along the swell of your ass. He leans into your ear and lowers his voice. âI bet the driver's seat will smell like you for days.â Itâs sultry and husky; he knows how to leave you weak in the knees.Â
Yuushi grabs the bags from your loosening grip. Your fingers go slack, along with the rest of your body, once theyâre free from the weight. He supports your body with one arm. You feel the warmth of his lips brush against the shell of your ear, and a pleasant tingle trails down your back to the base of your spine. âI know you want to be good for me,â he whispers, nibbling on the cartilage. âYouâll make it up to me; you always do.â
âYuushiâŠâ you groan, fingers gripping tightly onto the back of his shirt.Â
He chuckles and nuzzles the side of your face, scratching you with his stubble despite your whines of protest. âYeah, Baby?â and his tone sweetens, tenderized by affection. âYou want me to take care of you?â He grins at your enthusiastic nod. âPoor thing. It mustâve been so hard waiting. But youâve been misbehaving, remember?â The curve of his lips tugs into a smirk. âYou gotta be punished first before I can give ya what you want.â
Yuushi shifts the bags around and hoists you up with an arm around your back to support you. Instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist and your arms loop around his neck. Despite how nonchalant he seems, you can feel him throbbing through his pants. Pressing your body into him, you relish in his warmth and his large hands gripping your hips.Â
âAnd what punishments did you have in mind, Sir?â The title rolls of your tongue sweetly like honey, dripping into his ears and scrambling his brain into mush. His fingers dig deeper, and a bruising ache blossoms across your skin.Â
âWouldnât be much of a punishment if you knew what to expect,â he replies in a strained voice. Hastily, he heads to the entrance of your apartment. The rustle of groceries tumbling around inside your reusable bags is drowned by the steady drumming of your heart. In sync with his thoughts, you turn the doorknob. Yuushi darts into the apartment and slams the door, rattling the walls. Youâre sure that someoneâs going to raise a noise complaint, but right now you couldnât care less.Â
Two thumps echo in the room as the walls blur in your peripheral vision. All you can focus on is Yuushiâs intense gaze. He only looks away just enough to see where heâs going, but otherwise maintains eye contact. You shudder under his stare. You canât guess what exactly, but you know heâs thinking about what heâll do to you. Thereâs that devious glint in his eyes that gives you only a glimmer of the filthy thoughts he harbours.Â
You bite your lip and let out a small whimper, grinding against his clothed erection. Your heart skips a beat in response to the twitch in his pants. A strangled groan rumbles in Yuushiâs throat as he reaches the bed and pins you against the mattress. The only noise in the room is your pants mixing with Yuushiâs heavy breathing. Anything louder would have ripped through the tension holding both of you back.Â
Large hands slip underneath your top and skirt along your sides. âSo needy,â Yuushi rasps, admiring your dishevelled appearance. When his fingertips brush against your bare chest, his eyes widen, pupils blown impossibly large. âOh, Angel. Youâre so fuckinâ naughty.â He rides your shirt up to expose more of you. Yuushi fondles your breasts, giving your nipples a cheeky pinch. âDid it turn you on while walking around the store like this?â He rolls one of the hardened buds between his forefinger and thumb. âI bet lotsa people stared. You practically had them on display with that flimsy material.â
Yuushi dips his head down to suck on the other nipple, flicking and swirling his tongue over it. His low chuckle is a stark contrast to the pathetic whine that leaves your mouth. It feels like your body is slowly being tempered in a fire that is melting your bones into putty. Your hands instinctively fling to his head, tugging on his hair when he sucks harshly.Â
âI like it when the material rubs against them,â you admit in a hushed tone. Every chafe was a reminder of Yuushiâs deft fingers, although it paled in comparison to his warmth and technique. You roamed around the store while feeling his phantom touches. It didnât pose a problem until you noticed that you were returning a box of cookies to one of the freezer aisles.Â
Yuushi pinches harder than normal to break you out of your daze. âIâm sure you do, Baby. But youâll like this even more,â he promises. His stubble grazes your bare skin, sparking fizzles of pleasure that trickle down to your core. Dark eyes keep you transfixed in place. His mouth latches onto your nipple again while he teases your other one with his fingers. Obscene slurps fill the room, and you canât help but arch closer into his touch, desperate for more.Â
âYuushi!â you moan, head spinning from the onslaught of stimulation.Â
âLouder. I want to hear how good Iâm making you feel,â Yuushi says. A sudden sting pitches your voice, more out of surprise than harm. Yuushi pulls back with a smug grin, and you notice the faint impression of his teeth marks on your breasts.Â
âNo matter how hard you suck, nothing will come out of them,â you say, using your fingers to soothe your sensitive nipples.Â
Yuushi hums thoughtfully, resting his hand on your lower abdomen. âWe can always fix thatâif and whenever you want to,â he quickly adds. âI think you would look really hot with milk leaking out of these pretty tits.â He cups your breasts and massages them gently.Â
Your entire body flushes at the thought. Youâve watched what Yuushi does to K when sheâs lactating. Theyâve even offered for you to have a taste, but the nerves twisting in your gut always cause you to decline. The intimate act never fails to send blood rushing south. Kâs keening cries and the sight of milk and spit dribbling down Yuushiâs chin is a perfect combination that leaves you a puddling mess.Â
âIâll let ya have a taste of my own milk later if youâre good,â Yuushi says, trailing sloppy kisses along your collarbone and up your neck. He licks the shell of your ear and nibbles on the cartilage.Â
âMm⊠milk,â you whisper, head drifting into the clouds.Â
âThatâs right, Angel.â His fingers prod open your lips and glide in along your tongue. âMore than you can even drink. Iâll stuff ya so full youâll wanna burst.â
âMilk,â you repeat, a little muffled by his digits. It feels like someoneâs taken a vacuum and sucked all the fog swarming your brain. You bite downânot hard enough to break skin.Â
âOw! What the fuck?!â Yuushi yanks back his hand, allowing you enough room to push him away. He looks at you in disbelief, examining the ring your teeth left around his fingers. At first, you thought the shift in his eyes was anger, that you upset him with your sudden action. But your body knows better. The heat in your belly blazes like a bonfire underneath his penetrating stare, which can only mean one thing. Your little act of âdefianceâ turned him on.Â
You quickly clear up the misunderstanding. If you donât, once Yuushi gets started, he wonât stopâno matter how much you plead. âMilk!â you say, mentally slapping yourself for the lack of explanation.Â
Yuushi chuckles darkly, rolling the stiffness from his shoulders as his eyes pin you with their predatory gaze. âYa shouldâve said so in the first place. Letâs stuff that bratty mouth of yours, hm?â He advances forward, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him. Yuushiâs lips curl up in amusement. He decides to wait and see what you do.Â
âI bought milk,â you stammer, feeling his muscles flex beneath your hands, âand none of the groceries have been put away.â
Yuushi raises a brow. âThatâs why you had to bite me?â He covers your hands with his larger ones and slides them down his torso. âYa know, Iâm startinâ to think youâre makinâ up excuses for me to punish you more.â You swallow the saliva welling in your mouth with a gulp, eyes fixated on how he guides your hands to the waistband of his pants. The V line of his abs draws your gaze to his clothed erection at the intersection. âCâmon. That stuff can wait till later. Iâve already got a meal I need to devour.â
You take a page from Kâs book and head-butt him. âNo! Everything will be spoiled by then!â You know it sounds stupid. But you would feel more at ease knowing all the perishable items were stored safely in the fridge.Â
Yuushi winces and rubs his forehead. âWhat is it with you two and surprise attacks?â He pouts and sways to exaggerate his injury. âYou should be hitting on me, not actually hitting me!âÂ
A snort erupts from your lips. âI didnât even put that much force into it,â you say. Suddenly, youâre pulled forward and land with a thud against Yuushiâs chest. He tilts your chin up and kisses you hungrily. His tongue slips into your mouth, marking every corner and battling with your own like he wants to consume you. You feel the spit dribble down your chin as he continues to steal the breath in your lungs. He swallows every single moan until your chest is burning for air, and only then does he relent. The gossamer thread connecting your lips breaks with enough distance.Â
âFuck, you look so damn cute. I might just cum in my pants,â Yuushi groans. He stands up with a sigh and admires your puffy and glistening lips. âIâll go put the groceries away. You can stripâbut donât take everything off. Donât think Iâve forgotten what you did earlier,â he says, glancing at your crotch. You probably look as wet as you feel.Â
Yuushi plants a kiss on your forehead before heading to the kitchen, grumbling to himself as he adjusts his pants. A wide grin stretches your face, and you tug your top off with giddy laughter. The cool air breezes against your bare skin. You suck in a breath and run your hands down your chest and along the expanse of your stomach. The warmth of a fire burns beneath your fingertips, and you pause at the lace lining your waist. You tease and stretch the fabric before ultimately leaving it alone.Â
It wasnât just Yuushi who waited all week for this moment. For some reason, the two of you were never home together long enough to do much. While K kept you both plenty satisfied, only Yuushi could fill you like this. A sudden idea pops into your head that you file away for later; maybe you should introduce K to strap-ons?Â
The creak of hinges draws your attention to Yuushi leaning against the doorway. You swallow the saliva flooding your mouth before it drools onto the futon. In nothing but his boxers, he crosses his muscular arms against his broad chest. Thereâs that wolfish grin on his face as his eyes shamelessly rake over your figure. You hear the low rumble of a groan when his gaze falls on your underwear.Â
Slowly, you lean back with your forearms to support you, spreading your legs to give him a full view. A shudder ripples through your body at the way Yuushi leans forward, eyes fixated on your glistening cunt.Â
Yuushi wets his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. âLooks like youâre capable of following orders after all.â Thereâs a scrape of gravel in his tone. A roughness that poorly disguises the want in his voice.Â
âOnly when theyâre worth following,â you say. The air on your damp skin is too stimulating, and you clench around emptiness. A small whine builds in the back of your throat. Yuushi perceives the subtle movement, and the tent in his boxers twitches in response. He sizes you up with his dark eyes, inky pools of endless desire. You canât tell what heâs thinking. If you had to guess, heâs probably deciding his next move. Part of you hopes he forgot about any punishments and will ravish you the entire night instead.Â
The ache becomes too much, and you bring a hand down to ease your suffering. Before you can find any relief, Yuushi bolts. The door slams shut, and his large hands seize your wrist. You glance up at him with wide eyes, taking in his furrowed brows and bared teeth.Â
âDid I say you could touch yourself?â he asks. You know itâs a rhetorical question, but you humour him with a shake of your head.Â
âThen does that mean I can touch you instead?â you respond with a cheeky question. You donât wait for Yuushi's reply. Instead, you tug your wrist out of his grip and bring his hand up to your lips. Laving your tongue over and between his fingers, you take one digit into your mouth and suck. A sharp intake of breath graces your ears, and you watch as the resolve of the man in front of you crumbles. He reminds you of ice breaking, how a small hairline fracture can expand and shatter an entire lake.
âListen here, you little brat.â Yuushi recoils his hand and grabs your chin, turning you to meet his eyes. âIâve had enough of the teasing and attitude.â His fingers dig into your skin, and his haggard breathing fans across your face. âI oughta tie you up and teach you a lesson, but first,â he growls, pushing you flat onto your back. âFirst, I need to taste you.â He parts your legs and delves immediately between your thighs. The sudden sensation of his tongue dragging through your folds sends a chain of electric currents zapping throughout your body.Â
When his initial pace is too much, you writhe and attempt to squirm away from his touch. But this only causes him to hook his arms underneath your knees, effectively locking you in place as he doubles his efforts.Â
âYuushi! Itâs too much!â you protest, body shuddering with aftershocks as bolt after bolt of pleasure singes your core. He is relentless with his tongue. You feel something probe at your entrance. Glancing down, you watch as he slides two fingers inside you down to his knuckles. The air is punched out of your lungs when he curls them and massages your walls.
âShoulda thought about that before disobeying my orders,â he says, flicking your clit with his tongue. You throw your head back and squeeze your eyes tight, trying to ride through the onslaught of sensations. âHey, eyes down here. I wanna see your face when I make you squirt like a waterfall.â
âYuushi!â Your eyes snap open, and you blink to clear the blurriness in your vision. His smug expression taunts you with its smirk. Youâre not sure whatâs more infuriating: the fact that heâs playing your body like an expert musician, or how he looks so handsome between your thighs with his stubble and lips glistening from your arousal.
He pulls out his fingers and sucks on them with obscene slurps, moaning at the taste of you coating his tongue. âWhat? Itâs not embarrassing if it makes you horny as hell. But then again, you always did like it when I humiliated you a bit,â he says with a grin.
Trembles ripple through your body. âI do not,â you snap, teeth gnashing together as the words wrestle to escape.Â
Yuushi smiles, and you know he doesnât believe you. Heck, you donât even believe yourself with how enthusiastically you denied it. âMhm. So then why take those pictures in the parking lot? In broad daylight, too,â he points out. Yuushi kisses the pulse point on your neck before inserting his fingers into your cunt again. âAdmit it, youâre lewd, Angel.â His voice is low, taunting. It fills your body with warmth and desire, driving you mad. Sometimes you wonder if Yuushi is secretly a demon trying to seduce you out of your soul, and you would all too gladly give it to him.Â
âI'm not,â you whine as he crooks his fingers to reach the sensitive area inside you. His digits are long and thick. Theyâre a lot larger than yours, and dear lord does the stretch feel amazing. He has the mind-numbing ability to stimulate you in all the right places; itâs like he knows your body better than you do. Once Yuushi notices something feels good for you, he abuses that spot until your eyes roll into the back of your head.Â
âReally? Coulda had me fooled. I mean, câmon, look at you grippinâ my fingers so tight.â He strains his fingers in a scissoring motion, and you look away in embarrassment at how much resistance your body puts up. He chuckles and grinds the heel of his palm against your clit. âDonât you worry, Iâll fill ya up real good soon,â he promises, kissing behind your ear sweetly.Â
You fist the blankets beneath you, worried that your soul will float away at any second now. âIf you keep talking like that, Iâm going to cum,â you warn him. But with the way youâre practically riding his hand, you know itâs only a matter of time before you hit your peak.Â
Yuushiâs teeth scrape gently along your ear, and you can feel his hot breath panting against your skin. âThatâs the point, Baby. I want you to climax around my fingers as I whisper all the filthy things Iâm gonna do to ya in your ear.â
âYuushi!â You clench at his words. Some of the things this man says drive you insane.Â
âThatâs my name. Scream it some more for me,â he commands, and you comply. If the neighbours didnât hear you before, they sure have now. Â
Your voice rises in pitch, a mess of whines and moans. Yuushi praises you and maintains his relentless speed until the pressure building in your core threatens to explode. âIâm close. Can I cumâplease? Please let me cum,â you say. Itâs right there, you can feel it drawing nearer. But your body tightens up and leaves you teetering on the edge, a response that now feels as automatic as breathing.Â
A pleased hum rumbles in Yuushiâs throat. âGood, you still remember how to ask for permission.â His other hand cradles your cheek to face him, and he plants a kiss on the side of your sweaty forehead. âGo ahead, Sweetheart. Cause after this, I ainât gonna be so nice.â
Thatâs all you needed to hear. âThank you, thank you, thank you!â you babble, back arching when Yuushi focuses on your G-spot. Thereâs a heat that consumes your entire being. It started in your core, and now itâs leaching through your system, turning your bones and muscles to liquid.Â
You canât think, can barely hear Yuushiâs words of encouragement over the thundering of your heartbeat. Every breath you take fills your senses with sex and sweat. You donât even register the sound of your voice keening when Yuushi circles your clit with his thumb, bringing you to orgasm. And the pleasure slams into you, a force so powerful that your hips buck from the whiplash.Â
âThatâs right, cum all over my fingers,â Yuushi says, not once breaking eye contact. He kisses the tears forming at the corners of your eyes. âLook at you, youâre gushing.â Yuushi thrusts his fingers a few times to emphasize the resulting squelches. The warm baritone of his delighted laugh makes your chest feel as fuzzy as your head. âGod, youâre so fuckinâ cute! Has anyone ever told ya that?â He peppers your face with kisses, moving his fingers gently to trigger the aftershocks of your orgasm before withdrawing. âEnough, itâs time for your punishments. You need to be taught a lesson.â
You swallow a greedy gulp of air, and the room fills with the sounds of your laboured breaths. Your eyes flutter open to see Yuushi licking his fingers clean. âAnd what lesson would that be?â you ask, correcting yourself when you catch your mistake.âSir.â
His smile stretches wide, and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. âWouldnât you like to know?â Yuushi gestures with his head. âOpen the top drawer.â
Sitting up, you reach over to the nightstand, curious as to what he had in store for you. You pick up and run a hand along the smooth satin strip. ââŠA blindfold?âÂ
Yuushi hears the lilt in your tone and nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders, but the smirk on his face is nothing short of mischievous. âYou wonât be needing your sight for this one,â he says. You glance at the fabric hesitantly. Youâve never done this before. âHey, you donât have to. Remember the safe word. But I promise to make you feel good.â He rests a hand on your thigh and squeezes gently.Â
The flesh of your bottom lip rolls over your teeth as you stare at the black fabric in your hand. You glance at Yuushi, whoâs watchingâwaiting patiently for your answer. A simmering heat coils in the pit of your stomach, and you realize you want this. You hold out the blindfold to him and say, âPlease punish me, Sir.â The grin on his face raises the goosebumps on your skin, and you wonder if youâll come to regret this decision.Â
âThatâs my Angel, so good for me,â he coos, taking the blindfold from you. Soon, the world disappears into darkness. The satin is smooth against your skin, and you can feel Yuushi fiddling with your hair to check itâs not tangled with the fabric. His warm breath tickles your ear, and you jolt from the unexpected puff of air. âDo you know why youâre here?â Heâs testing you, curious to see how youâll respond.Â
âNo,â you answer, unable to control the upward curve of your lips.Â
Yuushiâs chuckle is full of mirth and makes your chest squeeze tight. âNo? That smile on your face wouldnât mean youâre hiding something, would it?â he asks, the grin in his tone evident. Your head turns to where you think heâs standing, and youâre greeted by the caress of his thumb tracing your lips.Â
âMaybe,â you say with a shrug. âMy smile is like the Mona Lisaâs, who knows what it means.â The finger on your lips drops, and you wish you could see the expression on his face. But you can picture it perfectly in your mind. You can envision his dark eyes staring you down as both his brows move in opposite directions and the clench of his jaw that always accompanies his irritated smirk.Â
Yuushi huffs and teases one of your nipples with a quick pinch. The sudden sensation tugs at your navel, and the rest of your body jerks along from the force. âI didnât blindfold and strip you naked to have you give me an art lecture,â he says, easing the sting with a light massage.Â
You lean into his touch, chest rising with shallow breaths. âThen why donât you explain to me why Iâm here?â You hum and tilt your head slightly, waiting for his answer. The hand on your breast disappears, and the sudden cold prickles the goosebumps on your skin. Something brushes against your hair, causing you to jump.Â
Yuushi traces your ear, rubbing the soft cartilage between his fingers. âListen. You donât know how to listen,â he says, giving a playful tug on your earlobe.Â
âI prefer the term selective hearing,â you say with a cheeky grin.Â
Your retort is met with a scoff. Suddenly, Yuushiâs scent fills your senses, and you can feel his breath against your lips. You lean forward, eager to make contact, but youâre met with nothing but thin air. âSounds like youâre just plain ignoring my orders,â Yuushi says.Â
Your mouth opens before you have time to think. âMm, I think you mean to say that I creatively find loopholes to take advantage of.â
His laughter rings throughout the room. âWell, you wonât be able to loophole your way outta this situation.â Thereâs a bravado in his tone that kicks your brain into overdrive. What does he have planned? Yuushiâs voice draws you out of your thoughts. âI hope you remember that orgasm I gave ya, 'cause itâs gonna be a while till your next one,â he purrs, kissing along your jawline.Â
You tilt your head back, inhaling sharply when his lips move to your neck. âWhy? Got performance anxiety?â you ask, shamelessly dragging your hands down his broad chest, resting against the hard muscles of his abdomen. You can feel him tremble under your touch, and you remember how sensitive he must be. While itâs true that he hasnât been abstaining from sex, itâs been a good week or two since youâve touched him like this. Yuushi would never admit that heâs close to cumming in his pants. Heâd rather die and haunt you with K first.Â
Yuushi stills your wandering hands with a firm grip and drops them at your sides. âKeep digging that hole youâre in, Sweetheart. Iâm not the one being punished,â he says.Â
You reach a tentative hand forward and once again feel nothing but air. Your ears perk at the sound of a whoosh and the slight squeak of wheels. You turn your head to face the side of the bed. âWhatâre you doing?â you ask.Â
The sound of rummaging and objects colliding with one another fills the otherwise silent room. The noises end with a triumphant shout from Yuushi, and his footsteps pad closer to you. âContinuing where we left off before you went to the store,â he replies, pausing in his steps. You frown and tilt your head at the sudden silence. Yuushi whistles, low and impressed. âWow, you lookâŠ.â
You lean back and strike a pose. âRavishing? Stunning? Drop dead gorgeous?â The smile on your face stretches wide, and your teeth form a barricade to prevent your heart from spilling onto the floor every time it leaps into your throat.Â
Yuushi snickers and cups your face in his hands. âI need to do something about that mouth of yours. âŠBut yes, all that and more,â he admits. The apples of your cheeks prickle, tingling with a heat that spreads to your ears and neck. âHeh. Your face is burning up. So cute.â He peppers you with kisses, throwing tinder on the fire blazing beneath your skin. âLie down for me.â
You comply, flopping down, and the mattress dips from the sudden weight. Something soft and thin tickles your stomach, travelling up your sternum and between your breasts. âWhat the fuck was what?!â you squeal, squirming to get away.Â
A large hand on your abdomen pins you in place. âYouâll find out soon enough,â Yuushi says. The tickling sensation circles around and moves downward, inching slowly closer to your core. âJust sit back, relax, and donât cum unless I tell ya to.â
Easier said than done. Youâre convinced this man is trying to torture you to death. Time is difficult to grasp when you canât look at any of the clocks in the room. Your brain has almost turned to complete mush from all the teasing. âYuushi⊠please!â you cry out, hips bucking when he smacks the folded-up fabric against your clit.Â
âUh uh. You didnât want to listen to me. Now Iâm not gonna listen to you.â Yuushi ignores your pleas and delivers another strike, this time just above where your pubic mound is. âBeg all ya want, Sweetheart. It ainât gonna do ya any good,â he says. A sob chokes your throat. It feels like all your nerve endings are on fire, sensitive to the slightest stimulation.Â
And finally, it stops. Your chest heaves with ragged breaths, and you canât help but squirm in place. Yuushi grabs your wrists and brings them together above your head. He wraps something around them, and you think back to earlier, before you left for the store. âIs this⊠your tie?â you ask, swallowing the lump in your throat.Â
Yuushi fiddles with the knot he made, tugging at the fabric to ensure itâs not too tight. âWhy? Were you hoping for fuzzy handcuffs instead?â
You shake your head, grateful that the blindfold gives you an excuse to avoid eye contact. âNo, I like the tie. Makes me feel like weâre roleplaying an office fantasy,â you admit. It would be a lie to say you havenât thought about showing up to one of his office jobs while heâs working overtime. Youâve already thought of the perfect excuse. You would show up with dinner you made and packed for him, and his shift would end with him pounding you into his table, shaking the cubicle walls. You sigh and dismiss the daydream; perhaps next time when he picks up another job.Â
Yuushi groans, and you can hear the slight pitch of need in his tone. âDamn, Angel. For someone with such a nice nickname, you have a filthy mind.â
An impish grin stretches your lips. âYou like my filthy mind.â
âHell yeah I do.â Yuushi leans down to press a kiss against your forehead, and you can feel the affection in his gaze. âNow spread your legs so I can fuck you.â
The emotional whiplash draws an outburst of laughter from you that makes your belly ache. You canât see, but Yuushi smiles at you with eyes softer than room-temperature butter. You spread your legs at the crinkle and tearing of a wrapper. A tap against your swollen clit takes you by surprise, sending a jolt of pleasure that contributes to the growing mess between your thighs. You grumble under your breath, waiting for him to thrust into you.Â
Another tap lodges the words in your throat. âSorry, what was that?â Yuushi asks, feigning ignorance. Your lips form a thin line, glued shut by embarrassment. He rubs the head of his cock through your folds, teasing your entrance. âI need words, Baby. Tell me what you want me to do.â
You bite your lip, your stomach fluttering in a frenzy. You think Yuushi gets off on your begging. âFuck me, Sir. Please fuck meââ
The air is punched out of your lungs, and your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head from the fullness you feel. Yuushi remains motionless, cock buried deep inside of you. A warm hand on your abdomen causes your body to jolt. The rough pads of his fingers rub against your skin, pressing down ever so slightly.Â
The world becomes darker than it already is, and you look around in confusion until the smooth baritone of Yuushiâs voice greets your ears. âCan you feel that, Sweetheart? Can you feel me pressing deeply into you?â Your head feels light from the intensity of his familiar scent. The tingling in your skin buzzes from his proximity.Â
You suck in a breath and slowly nod. The pressure in your lower abdomen builds, and suddenly you can feel the head of his cock brush against your walls, pushing against the sensitive spongy area. You have to clench your teeth to hold back the cry that claws its way up your throat, banging against the enamel. Who knows what heâll do to you if he finds out how heightened your sensitivity has become.Â
Yuushi kisses the side of your neck, his delighted laugh vibrating throughout your skin in ripples. âYouâre holdinâ on to me so tight, and I havenât even started moving yet,â he says, kneading the meat of your thighs. The fullness can only satisfy you so much. Your hips buck instinctively, seeking any friction. Yuushi hisses through clenched teeth and digs his fingers into your skin. He draws back slowly before thrusting back into you. Your wrists burn against the restraint, and Yuushi has to pin them down to prevent you from squirming further.Â
âYuushi, please,â you beg, voice wavering with tears.Â
âI will, Angel. I will. Just gotta be good and Iâll give ya what you want soon.â His words bring little comfort, nor does his large hand caressing your cheek. The heat in your core burns like a raging fire, consuming everything in its path and leaving destruction in its wake. You need him to move, to do somethingâanything. Any attempt to take control of the situation is thwarted with a slap to your pubic mound.Â
âIs this being good?â Yuushi asks, although from the dry tone in his voice, you can tell the question is rhetorical.Â
You bite your lip and shake your head.Â
âWhat happens when youâre bad?â He asks another question, already knowing the answer when your body clenches in response. âYouâre so desperate, youâre willing to get punished to speed things along. Ainât that right?â
Once again, the air is knocked out of you, and all you can manage is a wheezing âYes.â Your palms sting from your nails digging into them. The pain is the only thing keeping you sane during this prolonged torture. âAnything you want,â you add in your desperation.Â
Yuushiâs pondering hum quickly turns into a dark chuckle. A shudder wracks your body at the sinful sound. âRemember this morning?â He doesnât give you time to answer. âWhen you said you were sorry,â he says, as if the small detail is enough to jog your memory.Â
Your head tilts to the side, and your lips remain pursed in silence.Â
âYou might not be bent over my knee, but why donât ya turn around and get on all fours. Show me that you really mean it,â Yuushi says.Â
You flex and unflex your hands. The ache in your upper arms makes his offer tempting. âI would love to, Sir,â you say.Â
And so Yuushi backs away to give you space, leaving you unbearably empty. Your arms come down, and you ignore the ache in them as you sit up to get into position. Itâs difficult with a blindfold on, but you think youâve managed to turn 180 degrees.
Quiet snickers say otherwise, and your lips form into a pout. âYouâre a little off the mark,â Yuushi says.Â
âShut up and help me,â you grumble, leaning forward onto your forearms.Â
Warm hands grab your butt and gently steer you into the correct orientation. You blindly search for a pillow and stuff it underneath your hips, resting comfortably in position. With your head resting on your crossed arms, you call out to him.Â
âDonât you want your apology?â You taunt him with a hypnotizing sway of your hips. The air feels deliciously cool against your burning skin, and every movement you make is accompanied by a wet stickiness.Â
A large hand cups your bottom, kneading the plump and pliant flesh. Yuushi's thumb grazes your puckering asshole, teasing with the slightest application of pressure. âDepends on how sincere it is,â Yuushi says, watching you melt underneath his touch.Â
This is what you wanted, what youâve been waiting and riling him up for. But thereâs a part of you that wonders how much further you can push him. With less blood directed to your brain, a grand idea pops into your head.Â
âIsnât that why Iâm being punished? Arenât you supposed to teach me why I should be sorry?â You sigh and prop your chin up with a hand. âSo far, I havenât learned a single thing. As far as I can tell, I didnât do anything wrong, so why should I apologize?â
Yuushi lets out a short, breathy laugh, filled with disbelief and tinged with agitation. âYou didnât do anything wrong?â he asks, to which you shake your head. âSweetheart, if I had to spank ya for every wrongdoing this month, you would be a sopping mess.â
âProve it,â you say, unwilling to believe your list of misdeeds is that long. You inch backwards, letting out a pleased purr when you feel Yuushi's erection poke you. Pinning it against his abdomen, you move your hips in slow strokes and circles. A sharp sting on your bottom causes your movements to stutter, and a short moan falls from your lips.Â
âYouâre gonna regret sayinâ that,â Yuushi growls, fingertips bruising into your hips to still them. You squirm beneath himâa mistakeâand you earn another spank just as harsh as the last one. He shoves two fingers into your cunt, and the squelch it makes has the tips of your ears burning. âYa hear that, baby? Only two spanks and listen to how wet you are.â
âIs that the best you can do? Iâm not even that wet,â you say, clenching your teeth when he strokes your walls.Â
âWhy donât you stop grippinâ me so tight then? Canât do a thing if you wonât let me go.â
âIâm not.â
âYeah?â He brings another hand and snakes it around your waist, trailing down to pet your clit. If it werenât for the pillow supporting you, you would have slumped flat onto the bed by now. âNot holdinâ on to me like a vice with that tight cunt of yours?â Each stroke creates a ripple that sends your walls into a fluttering frenzy, and you can feel the pressure building in your core.Â
Then all of a sudden his touch leaves your frazzled and on-edge body. In the darkness, the drumming of your heartbeat pounds against your eardrums, drowning the heavy pants that heave your lungs. You glance around but canât tell where Yuushi is now. Rubbing your thighs together only forces you to be aware of the slickness coating them and how swollen your clit is.Â
âYuushi?â you call out to him, tugging at the bindings around your wrists. After a pause, your shriek tears through the silence. The familiar pain in your ass sends throbs of pleasure pulsating in your core. You wait for him to say somethingâanything. And then you realize the cheeky man is being quiet on purpose. With the blindfold on, youâll never be able to anticipate his next move. âYouâre an asshole.â You spit the words with venom, expecting another spank.
Silence.Â
Nothing.Â
You gain a boost of confidence and start spewing strings of curses, calling him names that you would never say to his face unless you had a death wish. The breath youâve been holding exhales in a huff through your nose, and you slump a little into the mattress.Â
The fabric grazing your eyelids starts to irritate you. You didnât like the sensation of your eyelashes brushing stiffly against the blindfold. Darkness consumes you, and your wrists start to ache from your attempts to pull them apart. You squirm, the ache between your thighs clouding your thoughts.Â
What was taking him so loâ
Slam.Â
The sudden force sends you face-planting into the mattress. Your thighs tremble like the aftershocks of an earthquake, and your lungs scream at you to remember how to breathe.Â
Full.Â
You feel so full.Â
The slight burn doesnât even register in your brain as your walls readily stretch to accommodate Yuushiâs girth. He remains motionless, buried deep inside you, and a small whine pitches from your throat. Another spank smarts your ass, and you keen underneath him with a whimper, back arching for more.Â
âHeh. Youâre goinâ crazy around me. Is that on purpose?â Yuushi asks, fingers kneading your plump cheeks before delivering another swift hit. He hisses through his teeth. âYou like that?â
You shake your head. A half-hearted noise to voice your dissent dies in your throat.Â
âDonât be shy. You know I love hearing my sweet Angel make some noise.â Yuushi swears under his breath. âDamn, I really did a number on ya,â his fingers drag across your sore bottom, âlook at how sensitive you are.â He chuckles, and the sound is a sinful melody played for your ears only.Â
Another spank, lighter this time, but it still overwhelms you with the sting it brings. The corners of your eyes burn with unshed tears as the pain borders on pleasure.Â
âMâsorry,â you mumble.Â
The room echoes with the slap of flesh. You grit your teeth and bunch the sheets in your fist.Â
âWhat was that? I couldnât hear ya,â Yuushi taunts. Another spank, and the impact leaves your lower body throbbing and needy.Â
âIâm sorry!â The blindfold is damp against your eyes, and you resist the urge to tear it off your face.Â
âAn apology? Wasnât expecting one so soon,â he clucks his tongue, âbut what are you sorry for?â
You avert your gaze to the side, knowing that he can't even see your eyes.Â
âYou canât just say sorry and not admit your wrongdoings.â Yuushi tuts at your continued silence. âThought I was gonna let ya go so easy?â He soothes the sting with slow circles before he lifts his hand for another spank.Â
You bite your lip, flinching at the contact. âIâm sorry,â you repeat.Â
âFor?â
A brief reprieve lets you scramble through your thoughts.Â
âFor teasing you,â you say, sucking in a breath when your ass stings with a familiar pain.Â
âAnd?â
You clench your teeth, writhing to get away from his overstimulating touch. He holds your hips firmly.Â
âFor being late when I said it would only take me an hour.â A loud moan falls from your lips at the next spank, and your clit throbs for attention.Â
Yuushi kneads your ass, probably enjoying your overly sensitive reactions. âWhat else?â he asks.Â
You swim through the fog in your brain, but your tongue feels like a lump of lead in your mouth. You part your lips, but nothing comes out.Â
Suddenly, it feels like the world has been tilted off-axis. You careen backwards and land against a solid wall with a thud. Yuushiâs hot breath tickles your ear. The wall is too soft to be anything but muscle, and Yuushiâs arm is wrapped around your midsection.Â
You squirm, only to have your sensitive cunt rub against more skin. Startled, you lower your hands to support yourself, blindly feeling around the darkness to grasp your surroundings. You reach the end of whatever it is youâre sitting on and squeeze the large, round object.Â
The vibrations from Yuushiâs chuckle rumble against your back. âAre ya done feelinâ up my knee yet?â he asks, pinching one of your nipples.Â
You squeak and dig your nails into his knee, digging harder when a jolt of pleasure takes you by surprise. He gives your pubic mound a lighter smack, and you have to strain your ears to hear his pleased hum.Â
He repeats slapping your pubic mound, using various strengths and alternating between teasing touches to your clit. You blink, the sting in the corner of your eyes trickles and seeps into the blindfold.Â
âIâm not stopping till you say it,â he says.Â
You lean against his chest with a groan, tilting your head back and hope he can feel the heat of your glare through the fabric.Â
âPoutingâs not gonna help you, Baby,â he says, flattening his hands against your stomach and sliding them up to cup your breasts.Â
He nibbles on the rim of your ear, trapping your hardened nipples between his pointer and middle finger, rolling and tugging on the sensitive buds.Â
You arch into his touch, feeling that delicious drag of friction against your clit again. Your mouth opens with heavy pants and soft gasps as you grind against his leg.Â
âI didnât say you could help yourself,â he chuckles, hands steadying your hips. âThis is the part where youâre supposed to beg me. âOh, Yuushi, please stuff me with your fat, magnificent cock,ââ he taunts, pitching his voice to mimic yours.Â
You whip your head around. âI do not sound like that.â
Yuushi pecks your scrunched-up nose, resting his head against yours. âSure ya do,â he says, nuzzling into you. âNow hold on so I can fuck you properly.â A tug and the tie binding your wrists is removed.Â
âWhat?â Before you can say more, he grabs you by your hips, and his leg disappears underneath you. Your hands instinctively grasp onto his arms as youâre lifted higher. The tip of his cock prods at your entrance
âYuushi,â you moan, digging your nails into his arms.Â
âStay still. I donât want to drop you,â Yuushi chuckles breathily, âI donât wanna break my dick either.â
If anything, youâre the one whoâs going to break after this.Â
It burns as your entrance stretches to accommodate his girth. He slides inside inch by inch until youâre fully seated on his cock.Â
Your breath hitches; he feels deeper than usual in this position.Â
Yuushiâs hand splays on your stomach, rubbing small circles until he presses down.Â
âHng!â You throw your head back and clench tightly around him. You can feel him pressing into you.Â
âThought you would like that,â Yuushi chuckles, grinding against your G-spot. âYou wanna feel good, donât ya?â
You nod frantically, biting on your lip to stop the moans from spilling out.Â
The more pressure he puts on your lower abdomen, the harder you can feel his cock press into you.Â
âDidnât you have something to say to me?â Yuushi asks. The shit-eating grin is evident in his tone.
You huff out a high-pitched whine and squirm in place, shuddering when he delivers another slap to your swollen clit.
âIâm sorry⊠that youâre terrible at giving orders,â you snark.
He tenses behind you, and your lips twist into a triumphant smirk.
Yuushi clicks his tongue. âSeems like you forgot all your manners while Iâve been gone,â he says. âLooks like I have a lot to teach you again tonight.â His hand resumes massaging your lower abdomen, and all your nerve endings are on fire.
Every contact plucks on the knot forming in your stomach. Occasionally, Yuushi's cock will throb inside you and brush against your cervix.
Your body is taut, wired with the pleasure that courses through your veins with each touch from his skillful hands.
But as nice as it feels, his hips remain stationary. Youâve been sitting and making a mess on his cock for what feels like an eternity. Youâre starting to become too sensitive, ready to explode the second he decides to give you more.
Your resolve, along with your sanity, begins to crumble.
You try pushing his buttons, but he knows you too well.Â
He knows youâre trying to get a rise out of him, make him lose control. But Yuushi didnât survive corporate slavery and temp jobs without learning a thing or two about patience.
No. Yuushi wants to savour you. He wants to watch you do your best at riling him up, only to end up in tears, eyes rolled into the back of your head as he brings you to another orgasm. Itâs been too long since he heard you beg. The way you cry out his name almost immediately makes him cum prematurely. Not to mention how cute it is when you thank him every time for fucking your brains out.
Yuushiâs cock throbs painfully, and he has to distract his mind with other things.
His hands return to your perky nipples, pinching and twisting the sensitive buds.
âYou like it when I touch you here, huh?â he taunts.
âNo!â you moan a little too loudly.Â
He smirks and drags his hands south. âNo? What about here then?â His thumb massages around your clit. Your walls clench so tightly around him that Yuushi thinks he canât move even if he wanted to.Â
You grit your teeth, unable to stop the trickle of drool that dribbles from the corner of your lips. âFuck me,â you hiss.Â
âThatâs the plan,â Yuushi says. He delivers a light slap to your pubic mound. âIf you werenât such a fucking brat.â
You whine and rock your hips, grinding your clit against him, breath hitching when his cock puts pressure on your G-spot. Yuushi lifts you up and drops you on his length. All the air is punched from your lungs as pleasure tingles in your belly.Â
You place your palms against his abdomen for leverage, but his hands prevent you from squirming. He looks at you expectantly.Â
âFine,â you bite your lip, âIâm sorry for not keeping my promise to come home on time,â you say. Yuushiâs fingers drift back to your clit, rubbing the swollen area that clogs your throat with half-formed sentences. âI intentionally disobeyed your instructions. I didnâtâIâm sorry, Sir.â
Yuushi studies your appearance. âRide me,â he commands.Â
Just like that?
No mention of your punishment?
Normally, you would question him, but your lust-addled brain is screaming for you to move. Your hips bounce before you can think much, chasing a high heâs repeatedly snatched away.Â
âLook at you,â Yuushi purrs, hands roaming your body as you continue to ride him. âDoin' so good for me,â he praises.Â
âYuushi,â you whine, ignoring the burn in your thighs.Â
âAre you gonna promise to behave now?â His words jeer at you, poking holes in your will to disobey.Â
The haze in your mind inhibits rational thought, and thereâs only one thing you can think about.Â
The heat pooling in your lower abdomen bubbles, but itâs far from spilling over.Â
God, you want to cum so bad.Â
Yuushiâs deep chuckle fills the room. âI havenât nearly teased you enough to render you stupid,â he says. His large hands lift you up slightly, and he snaps his hips flush against you. âSo use your fucking words.â
You claw at his chest, shaking and gasping for air. The blindfold covering your eyes is suddenly a nuisance. You want to see his face, the way his eyes steel when he delivers an order.Â
While you canât see anything, it heightens the rest of your senses. The room reeks of sex and sweat, and you can feel Yuushi pressing deep inside, throbbing occasionally.Â
âIâm not gonna ask a second time,â he says.Â
You moan, itâs long and drawn out. Yuushi shudders underneath you.Â
âCan I cum, please? Please, Yuushi?â You babble, whimpering every time his cock strokes your walls just right. âPlease, can I cum?â
His warm hand cups your face. âLook at you, pretty thing. Such a fuckin' mess for me, yeah?â Yuushi drops his touch to your clit, teasing the swollen bundle of nerves. âYou can wait a bit longer, right?â
You whine on top of him, nails sinking into his broad chest. His laughter follows the feeble shake of your head.Â
âI canât, Sir. If I have to wait any longer, Iâll die,â you say. Your hips stutter, chest heaving for air as it takes more and more effort to lift yourself. âIâll listen to anything you say, so please!â
âAnything?â Yuushi drawls. You can hear the wicked grin in his tone. âYâknow, thereâs something I havenât seen ya do in a while.â Your back smacks into the mattress, and he pushes your knees up to your chest.Â
âWhatâs that?â you ask, holding your breath in anticipation. The pleasure in your core slowly inflates like a balloon, stretching your muscles taut. You feel the indomitable pressure of your impending orgasm.Â
Yuushiâs stubble scrapes the side of your face as his hot breath ghosts your ear. âI want the sheets to smell like you,â he growls.Â
Yuushiâs thrusts become harsh and relentless, driving your pleasure closer to its peak.Â
All your thoughts turn to dust as he cages you beneath his body, reaching deep inside of you. His cock rubs against your walls in all the right places, and that familiar pressure builds in your core.Â
You can feel him throbbing inside of you, swelling as you mewl underneath him.
âYuushi,â you whimper, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.Â
His throaty chuckle is sin itself, a poison that drips into your ears and slowly drives you mad. âYeah, Baby? You wanna cum? Wanna gush all over my cock?â Yuushi sucks on a pulse point on your throat, laving his tongue over your racing heartbeat.
âYes, yes, please.â You chant his name like a prayer as the pleasure inside you nears its tipping point.Â
You feel him smirk against your skin. âThen do it,â and he sinks his teeth into your shoulder.
All the euphoria hits you at once, like a wave crashing onto the shore, completely obliterating everything in its path. The intense pressure gives way and releases in streams of liquid, coating the inside of your thighs.Â
Yuushi doesnât stop. He continues with his movements, exaggerating his thrusts to draw out the squelches of your climax. âYouâre so hot when you squirt,â Yuushi groans, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. His tongue pushes against yours, tangling together until he leaves you breathless. He wipes the trail of drool from your chin with his thumb and moans when you wrap your lips around his finger.
You can feel his cock swell inside, and he climaxes soon after, twitching as he empties his load. He pulls out, and you can hear him pull off and discard the used condom.
Yuushi sighs, âShit, Iâm kinda mad I didnât get to see your face when you came.â His fingers toy with your blindfold, and a glimmer of hope sprouts in your chest. âWe can fix that.â
Youâre blinded. The natural light from the windows is painful to your eyes, having grown accustomed to pitch darkness. You squint and blink rapidly, waiting for the spots of light in your vision to dissipate. Yuushi presses a kiss to each of your eyelids, and the first thing you see properly is his soft smile.
âI missed seeing your face,â he says.
âI missed being able to see,â you respond.
Yuushi laughs and pinches your nipple. âI give ya the best orgasm in weeks, and you canât even pretend to miss me?â
âI wasnât missing out on much,â you say, grinning when you feel his cock harden against you.
âNot much, huh?â Yuushi trails a hand down and runs his fingers through your wet folds, gliding with ease over your swollen clit. âSince I donât add much, how about I lie here and you do all the work?â He flops onto the futon and tosses another condom at you, his cock rising at full mast. âRide me; show me that you donât need my help to cum.â
You huff and tear open another wrapper, straddling him once the condom is pulled all the way down. Youâre going to show him that you can climax just as well without his assistance. His cock impales you, and you bite your lip to hold back the moans. Youâre still sensitive from your previous orgasm, walls fluttering around his thick shaft.Â
âIâm not seeing much movement,â Yuushi rests his hands behind his head, grinning up at you. Thereâs an air of sultry effortlessness surrounding him, and it sparks the kindling in your core.Â
âDonât rush me,â you snap, lifting your hips and slamming them down. A gasp hitches in your throat, and you lean your hands on Yuushi's chest for support.Â
âYou alright there, Angel?â His hands massage the meat of your thighs. âYouâre not seeing stars already, are you?â
You donât dignify him with a response, slowly building a rhythm with your hips. His cock reaches all the right places, and each bounce leaves you gasping for air.
Yuushiâs hands rest on your waist, providing a means of support despite his supposed indifference. âDoes it feel good when you get to use me like this? Like Iâm your own personal fuck toy?â he asks, eyes trailing your form with reverence.Â
You shudder. Yuushi has a penchant for talking dirty, and he doubles down because he knows it turns you on.Â
âFucktoys donât talk,â you grit your teeth to barricade a moan, but the arch of your back betrays the pleasure you feel. Your hand drifts up to tease your hardened nipples, pinching and rolling them between your fingers.Â
Yuushiâs eyes darken, his hands twitch against your skin, but remain in place. He watches with enraptured attention, rubbing small patterns into your shaking thighs.
âThis one does. Whatâs the difference between this and watching a tape while using a toy?â
You snort, âSo what are you then? Some all-in-one smart toy?Â
âDesigned for your pleasure,â he grins, sounding straight out of a cheesy commercial.Â
You laugh and smack his chest lightly. âStop. Youâre such an idiot sometimes.â Your comment doesnât have any real bite to it, not when you gaze at him so fondly.Â
Yuushi remains undeterred, leaning up for a kiss, to which you happily comply. His lips are soft, moving slowly to intoxicate you with his sweetness. He pulls away, and a puff of air ghosts your mouth. âAre you gonna keep calling me names, or are you gonna ride me like your life depends on it?â Yuushiâs signature smirk returns, egging you on.Â
You clench tightly around him, taking his hiss as a small victory. âI can do both, canât I?â you say, flashing him an innocent smile as your hands trail down his chest.Â
âMmm, I donât know.â He lifts your hand and kisses your knuckles, grinning into them. âYou tend to lose all mental capacity once you really start feeling it.â He chuckles when you wrinkle your nose. âItâs cute. I like watching you lose control. Makes me happy to know I make you feel that good.â
You cup his face, capturing his mouth in a heated kiss. âThen shut up and let me ride you.â
You resume your pace, grinding your hips against his pelvis and biting your lip as every movement stimulates your clit. You angle your thrusts, knowing exactly where you want him to hit. Yuushi trembles beneath you at the broken moans you let out, and his fingers dig into your ample flesh.Â
Your skin sheens in the light, chest heaving as your thighs burn with a sharp ache. You boasted earlier, but now youâre almost ready to tap out after a few minutes. Maybe you should ask Yuushi what he does to be so fit.Â
âYouâre so beautiful, yâknow that?â His words snap you out of your daze, and you become increasingly aware of how your pants fill up the room. You try to steady your pulse, stilling your hips to catch your breath.Â
The sting of embarrassment sends a new wave of heat across your face and flushes it downwards to the rest of your body. âYuushi,â you whine, unable to look him in the eye.Â
âI can feel how tight youâre squeezing me. Touch yourself some more. Pretend itâs me thatâs doing it,â Yuushi says, massaging your thighs. His hands move to cup the swell of your ass and deliver a swift spank.Â
You purse your lips, but the throbbing in your core holds every thought ransom. You tilt your face towards Yuushi and lift your gaze from his chest to his eyes.Â
His dark irises swirl with mirth, and itâs cute how he pulses inside you the moment you make eye contact. Yuushi raises a brow, his expression prodding you to follow his orders.Â
You lift your hand and run the flat of your tongue over the pads of your fingers, coating them in your warm saliva. For fun, you begin sucking on them, exaggerating the wet slurps.Â
Yuushiâs brows knit together, and his hands flinch against your skin but remain on your waist. Youâre surprised heâs letting you get away with all this. He has more self-control than you give him credit for. To be fair, this is the man who professed his love to a woman after sleeping with her once or twice. A small huff escapes as you recall Kâs recollection of the moment.Â
âWhatâs going through that pretty mind of yours?â Yuushi asks, wondering if he did anything funny.Â
You shake your head and kiss him languidly. âItâs nothing,â you say.Â
âThat doesnât answerââ
You smash your lips together, pushing your tongue into his mouth. A thrill runs down your spine when he moans and cups the back of your neck. Yuushiâs hips buck, and you bite his bottom lip in retaliation.Â
âYouâre gorgeous,â Yuushi pants, admiring your swollen lips. His hands run up and down your thighs. âSo good for me. Now play with yourself and show me how you like it.â
You bring your hand between your legs and rub teasing circles around your sensitive clit. âOh, fuckâŠ.â you groan, throwing your head back. Your wet fingers easily glide over the bundle of nerves, and you pull back the hood to give Yuushi a good view.
Yuushi hums in appreciation. âThere we go. Your clit looks so swollen. Why donât you pay more attention to it?â he says, petting your thigh in tandem with your strokes. âYeah, just like that.â
âIâm so close,â you say, shuddering when his cock hits deep inside. Your nails scrape his chest, leaving thin red welts on his skin.Â
Yuushi groans, hypnotized by the bounce of your hips. âOh, Sweetheart. I can tell,â he says, gritting his teeth when you slam down on his length. âAre you gonna cum? Gonna milk my cock with that sweet cunt of yours?â
Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head. That familiar pressure is back, consuming all your thoughts. âYes,â you pant, bouncing on his cock despite the burn in your thighs. âEvery last drop. Wanna feel you fill me up.â And the thought of Yuushi filling you to the brim with his cum nearly makes you combust.Â
Yuushi laughs, and his cock pulses between your walls. âFuck, did I rub off on ya? Whereâd you learn to talk like that? Riling me up with those sultry eyes, youâre gonna be the death of me.â He squeezes your waist affectionately, and you already know what he wants to say.Â
You clench tightly around his length. âAh, Iâm gonna cum, Yuushi.â Your legs are close to giving out, and you donât know how much longer you can keep this up.Â
âThatâs right, Baby. Cum for me,â Yuushi commands, smiling sweetly at you.Â
âWhat about you?â
âDonât worry about me. This is about you.â He bites his lip and moans your name, meeting your gaze. âBesides, Iâm not gonna last much longer if ya keep lookinâ at me like that.â
Despite your muscles protesting, you quicken your pace, chasing a high through the pain. Each thrust sends throbs of pleasure that pulsate deep in your core, quickly ramping in intensity.Â
You clench around Yuushiâs cock, overwhelmed by the heavy pressure. Youâre right there on the edge, needing one final push.Â
Yuushiâs hands are hot against your skin, still resting on your waist. You graze a finger against your clit, imagining itâs Yuushiâs calloused hands teasing you. Small breathy gasps mix with your moans as you rub circles around the swollen bundle of nerves.Â
Your voice pitches into a whine as you beg. Youâre not sure what youâre babbling or even who itâs directed at, but your body tenses up as your orgasm hits you. With your stuttering hips, you lift yourself, only to fall back down and collapse onto Yuushi's chest with a thud.Â
Yuushi wraps his arms around you, whispering praises in your ear as he rubs your back, trailing down to squeeze your ass.Â
Little aftershocks send tremors throughout your shaking form, with even the slightest movement as you ride out your high.Â
It wasnât mind-blowing, but it still felt good. Your blood buzzes as gentle waves of pleasure roll through you, making your toes curl. You grind your hips lazily, whimpering as the sensation borders on oversensitive. Thereâs a hunger that hasnât been satisfied, and you bite your lip as greedy thoughts take over.Â
âWas it good?â Yuushi asks, fingers trailing up and down your spine.Â
You hum, head resting in the crook of his neck. âMhmm.â He feels warm underneath you; so safe. You trace the marks you left behind on his skin and sigh contentedly. You lift your chin and stare at Yuushi, memorizing the lines and contours of his face.Â
Yuushi chuckles and pets your hair, sliding his hand down to caress your cheek. âYeah, you sure showed me.â You feel him throb inside you, and a pit of dread forms in your stomach. âBut I bet I can make ya cum harder than that,â he says.Â
You hiss when he moves his hips, and your clit grinds against his pubic mound. âYuushi, please. Iâm too sensitive,â you say. Every nerve in your body is still frazzled from your recent orgasm, and even the lightest touch is amplified a thousandfold.Â
âOne more, thatâs all I ask. Can you do that for me, Baby?â Yuushi looks at you with a hopeful glint in his eyes. His hand massages the nape of your neck, and his cock throbs again, earning a low groan from you. Yuushi searches your face. âIf you really donât want to, then Iâll help you clean up, and we can cuddle in bed,â he offers.Â
The remnants of your last orgasm still have you on a high, and thereâs a tingling in your lower abdomen that nudges you to have another. Plus, Yuushi is still completely hard inside you, filling you pleasantly. Youâre already feeling so good, why not feel even better? With a warm face, you lean into Yuushiâs ear and whisper, ââŠI want more.â
Yuushi raises his eyebrows at your bashful admission. âAre you sure you can handle it?â he asks, waiting for your response. You try to nod nonchalantly, but the curve of your lips betrays your eagerness. Yuushi mirrors your expression. âYeah? Just tell me if it becomes too much and weâll stop.â
He flips you over into the missionary position, and his cock slips out from the movement. A noise of discontent rises from your throat. You already miss the feeling of being full.Â
Yuushi grabs one of your hands, bringing it up to his lips to kiss your wrist. He intertwines your fingers together and traps them against the mattress. He rubs the tip of his cock through your wet folds, nudging your clit teasingly. Your face scrunches up, earning a laugh from Yuushi, and he thrusts his entire length into you.Â
He kisses you, mumbling about how cute you are. Yuushi holds your other hand in the same fashion, now pinning both of them to the bed next to your head. He resumes thrusting, aiming perfectly for your sweet spots every single time.Â
Your legs lock around his waist, back arching to get closer to him. When you moan his name, Yuushiâs thrusts become particularly harsh. His cock drills deeper than usual, and your vision goes hazy, stinging at the corners. It feels like heâs pounding the pleasure into your body.
âLook at how eager you are, matching my thrusts,â Yuushi says. He squeezes your hands, holding them tight as he drowns you in lust. The wet slap of skin against skin echoes throughout the room, and Yuushi dips his head between your breasts, biting and marking them. Reminders of tonight that will leave your underwear damp when you think about them the next day. âSo tell me, did it feel this good when you came without my help?â Yuushi leans in, almost daring you with his eyes. âIâll know if youâre lyin',â he says.
You scoff. Yuushi's desire to be the only one capable of pleasing you is almost endearing. Sometimes youâre tempted to say otherwise to see how he reacts. âOf course. Is your dick a lie detector?â you tease, biting back a smile at his expression. His nostrils flare, accompanying the creases between his brows and the sudden flame that ignites in his irises. A thrill runs along your spine, and you unconsciously clench tighter around his cock. Deciding that youâve pushed his buttons enough for today, you decide to be upfront with your feelings. âNo. Nothing ever feels as good as you.â
Yuushiâs rigid muscles relax, and the wrinkles on his face smooth. A flash of teeth, and the low growl of Yuushiâs voice tugs at the hot coil in your abdomen. âDonât you ever forget it. I wonât let you. Iâll reach deep inside and make sure your pretty cunt never forgets the shape of my cock,â he grunts, thrusting his hips flush against yours.Â
You donât think you could ever forget this feeling, the warmth and fullness, even if you wanted to. A mind-numbing sensation that imprints its memory into every cell of your body. âOh fuck. Iâm gonna cum. Can I please cum, Yuushi? I want it so bad,â you whine, gritting your teeth when his cock presses hard against the spongy area on your walls.Â
âHow can I say no when you ask so nicely?â Yuushi grins and locks your wrists together above your head, and your skin nearly bursts into flames at the slow drag of his fingertips down your stomach. âShow me how good I make you feel. I want to see your face as you come undone. Can you be good and look at me while you cum?â
You nod. The eye contact only heightens your arousal, knowing heâs watching as you come undone. His obsession isnât limited only to you; he likes to observe all of Kâs reactions, too. He seems to find pleasure in watching yours.Â
His fingers ghost around the area surrounding your clit, leaving a trail of sparks that crackle underneath your skin and send jolts of electricity straight to your core. Yuushi watches your face carefully, holding your gaze captive with his dark eyes. âThatâs right. I want you to take a good look and remember who it is that makes you feel this way,â he says.Â
His toned body cages you against the bed, but oddly enough, you donât feel trapped. Thereâs an unspoken trust between you two. Some of Yuushiâs hair clings to his forehead, but unfortunately, you canât brush it out of the way. It does nothing to obscure the affection evident in his eyes, a look that instigates the comforting warmth which wraps itself around your ribcage and squeezes tight. Youâre in this position because you canât imagine any other man touching you like this.Â
The smile you beam at him is unmuddled by any mistruths, just pure, unadulterated love for this man before you. âYou, Yuushi. Nobody else,â you say, his name rolling sweetly off your tongue.Â
A harsh thrust rips a moan from your throat, and Yuushi stays there, buried balls-deep inside you. Heâs burning hot, throbbing as intensely as the energy pulsating in your gut.Â
Yuushiâs grip on your wrists tightens for a fraction of a second. âThere better not be anybody else,â he says, lips twisting into a frown. âWhere are my manners? Youâre about to cum arenât you?â He licks the pointer and middle finger of his free hand, massaging your swollen clit with them.Â
You nod, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.Â
He leans down to kiss your forehead, migrating to your cheeks, nose, and mouth. Yuushi pushes his tongue between your lips, swallowing your whines. His stubble prickles your skin, and youâre melting underneath his touch, bending to his will.Â
Every single nerve crackles like a live wire, and youâre one shock away from going up in flames.
Yuushi strokes your clit just the way you like it. A smug smirk pulls at his lips. âDo you think you would feel my cock better if I did this?â He releases your wrists and instead uses his hand to press on your pubic mound, massaging the area in an up and down motion.Â
The movement causes you to buck your hips, writhing beneath his large frame. All of a sudden, heâs stimulating an area that he wasnât before, and it makes your toes curl. Your body is trembling, nearly overloaded by the multiple sensations.Â
âGo on, Sweetheart. Look me in the eyes and cum all over my cock,â Yuushi grunts, thrusting into you relentlessly.Â
And like a smoking pile of dry kindling, youâre consumed all at once by an eruption of heat that sizzles through your veins as your pleasure reaches a peak.Â
Yuushi groans and follows soon after, panting with one last thrust before his hips still and his cock twitches wildly inside you. He grunts and pulls out, tossing another condom into the trash. Yuushi bends down to kiss your sweaty forehead. âYou did so good for me. Letâs get cleaned up, hm? How does a warm bath sound?â
You smile and run your fingers through his damp hair. âOnly if we get to cuddle in the tub.â
âAre you sure you want to bathe together?â Yuushi chuckles and kisses your marked skin. âDonât whine and complain about how sensitive you are later.â
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Water sloshes around you, spilling over the edge of the tub and spreading in a puddle on the tiled floor. But you donât care about the mess. Not when Yuushiâs fingers are pumping deep inside you.Â
Your lower back burns against his throbbing erection. Itâs warm and thick as his cock rests against your skin, twitching every time your hips buck against his thrusts.Â
Yuushi snickers, teasing your nipples with his other hand. âGotta get deep in there and make sure youâre clean,â he says, curling his fingers and pressing into your G-spot. âI think I found an especially dirty place.â Yuushi nibbles on your ear playfully and swears under his breath when you begin rocking your hips.Â
You trap his cock between his lower abdomen and the plump flesh of your ass. Your hands reach for the sides of the tub, fingers squeaking against the acrylic material. Using the newly added leverage, you ride his hand, gasping as your clit grinds into the heel of his palm. You donât forget about Yuushi either, rubbing yourself against his hard length, and his quiet grunts spur you on. Itâs not fair if youâre the only one being loud.Â
The warm water and steam do nothing to quench the fire overtaking your body, leaving you dizzy and panting for air. You blink through the foggy atmosphere, turning your head to capture Yuushiâs lips in a kiss. His knuckles rub along the side of your neck, and a shiver runs down your back.Â
As if sensing your anticipation, his thick fingers wrap around your throat, squeezing gently and trapping the muggy air in your lungs. He chuckles when you clench around his hand, and he reaches deeper to stroke every inch of you.Â
âFeeling woozy yet, Angel? Canât think with all the blood rushing away from your head?â Yuushi teases, pistoning his fingers at a rapid pace that leaves you a pliable mess against his chest.Â
The restricted oxygen intake heightens your senses, and you can feel every drag and stroke Yuushi administers. His fingertips rub along your slick walls and cause you to squirm in his lap. He grunts, and you still, feeling the searing heat pulsate against your lower back.Â
You press against Yuushi, lifting your hips and whining at the loss of his fingers. The head of his cock runs along the length of your folds, kissing your swollen clit before you slide down and trap his cock between your thighs. A hum buzzes in your throat at the pleasant warmth pressing against your core.Â
âWhat are youââ Before he can finish his sentence, Yuushi throws his head back, hips thrusting upwards to meet your touch. You laugh and continue massaging the tip of his cock with your fingers, smearing the overflowing pre-cum across the slit and rubbing your thumb against the frenulum. Yuushi hisses and grabs onto your waist with both hands.Â
A rush of air enters your lungs, and your chest heaves with greedy gulps. Your neck feels cold now, a layer of frost where his touch lingers. Yuushi grips bruisingly into your skin. Breathy little whimpers catch in the back of his throat at the slow rock of your hips.Â
You like seeing this needy side of him. It reminds you that he isnât as infallible as he pretends to be when giving commands or dealing out punishments. But it also reminds you how soft he is after everything is said and done. He trusts you enough to leave himself at your mercy, to take care of him just as he did for you.Â
Thereâs just something incredibly sexy about that. Yuushiâs a stubborn man, though. He wonât say outright what he wants, and so youâve become attuned to reading all the signs. The way he bites his lips at the last second to stifle a moan. His fingertips sink deep into your hips, but still give you the freedom to move at your own pace. The familiar burn of his flushed skin when he buries his face into the crook of your neck.Â
You draw out a long moan as you slide along his shaft, glancing down as your thighs devour the entire length and leave only the tip peeking out.Â
âFuuuuckkk. Youâre killing me here,â Yuushi groans from above your shoulder. You turn your head, bumping your nose into Yuushiâs cheek. A smile tugs at your lips. Heâs completely focused on your lap. You kiss along his jawline, scraping your nails against his stubble. Your hips rock slowly, releasing his cock before swallowing it back up again.Â
Yuushi reaches around to cup your breasts, and his fingers pinch and twist your nipples until your hips become sloppy. Every sharp sting from his touch sends another rush of arousal to coat your thighs. It gets to the point where Yushi glides his cock through your folds with ease. The rigid heat rubs against your core, reaching all the way to your clit and plucks at the knot forming in your stomach.Â
âYuushi,â you whimper, struggling to inhale enough oxygen. Your back arches, your body greedy for more of his touch. He shushes in response and sucks on the side of your neck, scraping his teeth over your skin. One of his hands dips, and he uses it to press his cock flush against your clit. The sudden increase of friction has your toes curling as you writhe in his embrace.
âIf you keep makin' such a lewd face while saying my name, I canât promise to be gentle anymore,â Yuushi says, lifting his hips to meet your thrusts.
You laugh and kiss his chin. âI wouldnât mind,â you say. Thereâs a brief moment where his fingers twitch against your waist, and the control in his expression slips.
Yuushi captures your lips in a heated kiss, one that leaves you panting and makes you painfully aware heâs not inside you when you clench around nothing. It stirs your desire to be filled, and you squeeze your thighs closer together.Â
âNo,â he grunts, moaning when the next thrust requires more effort to push through. âItâll be difficult for you to recover in the morning. Besides, you already learned your lesson.â Yuushi suddenly picks you up, water dripping from the two of you. He steps out of the tub and carefully sets you on the floor. âGet on your knees,â he commands.
âYes, sir.â You sink to the ground, coming face to face with his twitching cock. His scent overwhelms your senses, and the cold tiles against your skin remind you where you are. Leaning forward, youâre about to wrap a hand around his shaft when he firmly squeezes your shoulder.Â
âTurn around,â he says.
You follow his orders and turn, nearly jumping out of your skin when he grabs your arms and folds them behind your back. With one hand, he wraps his hold around where your wrists cross, and he gently pushes you forward until your chest is flush against the wet tiles.
âYuushi?â you call out to him over your shoulder, unable to completely see him. Something hot and firm brushes against your entrance, and suddenly, you forget how to breathe.
The air in your lungs grows stagnant, burning you from the inside as you wait with bated breath. Yuushi pushes your legs together and groans as he sinks his cock between your plush thighs.Â
The first few thrusts are slow, tantalizing. They work to fuel the ache in your core and coat his length in your arousal. Yuushiâs lips sear into your back, trailing along your spine in a way that leaves you trembling for more. âYou said you donât mind if Iâm a little rough?â Yuushi whispers into your ear, his voice deep and raspy. His chest presses against your back, pushing you into the floor. You nod your head, shuddering when his chuckle short-circuits your brain. âSorry, Angel, but you were good, and good brats get rewarded, not punished.â
His weight leaves your body, but youâre still restrained. Before you can voice your opinion, he thrusts harshly, and the friction nearly has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Not only is his cock rubbing against your clit, but the tiled flooring chafes against your stiff nipples. It doesnât help that the wet squelches ring in your ears, constantly reminding you how turned on this situation makes you feel.
Yuushi works at a steady pace, and a cloud of fog blankets your mind. All you can focus on is the growing heat between your legs and the pleasant tingles that trigger every time your chest comes in contact with the ground. Thereâs a distant concern over whether your nipples will be sore in the morning, but itâs quickly squashed when Yuushi delivers a sharp spank to your ass.Â
âYou like that?â Yuushi grins and rubs your bottom before spanking you again. âCan you hear how you get wetter with every hit?â
âMore,â you gasp, curling your toes as the pain fizzles into pleasure.Â
Yuushi stops, and all the building pressure and heat in your lower abdomen deflates like a balloon thatâs been released before a knot could be tied. The corners of your eyes sting, and your jaw clenches tight. You try to buck out of his grasp, but he takes advantage of his weight and your compromising position.Â
âMore what?â he spits out the âtâ and imprints his hand on your ass. The sudden force causes you to recoil, and you choke on the saliva welling in your mouth.Â
âMore, please,â you sputter, âSir.â Sweat coats your skin in the humid bathroom, and youâre starting to feel lightheaded. You can hear Yuushiâs pants, and it triggers the desire to hear him fall apart. You writhe underneath him, desperate to feel that friction again. âI want to feel your thick cock rubbing against me.â
Yuushi groans and resumes thrusting. âWhat a good fuckin' brat, being so honest with me.â Every time he buries himself in your thighs, the resounding slaps echo and bounce off the walls. Itâs almost as if he is pounding deep inside of you. âAre you gonna cum for me? Cum all over my cock?â His hips rock faster, and he uses his grip on your arms as leverage. âI wonât stop, even if you beg me to.â The tip of his member drags across your clit, prodding the swollen bundle of nerves.
Youâre pulled to your feet, and Yuushi releases your wrists, pressing you against the wall. Your hands fly up, palms slapping against the wooden panels for support. A familiar warmth encompasses your throat, and Yuushiâs other hand rests on top of one of yours. He puffs hot air into your ear, chuckling at your breathy moans. His fingers flex, intertwining with yours.
He moans your name, slotting his cock back between your thighs. âYou'd better hold on, Angel. Iâm not done with you yet,â says the man whoâs been edging you the entire time. Yuushi kisses your neck and resumes his thrusts.Â
You wheeze in a breath, nails scraping the wooden walls as Yuushiâs cock slides with ease. After all the constant stops, the pressure quickly builds in your stomach, forming a tight knot. He feels so hot against your skin, and your lips rub along his entire length. Itâs hard to think about anything other than orgasming. Youâre so close, teetering on that edge.Â
Yuushi squeezes your throat, thumb stroking your pulse. The restricted flow of oxygen increases your sensitivity. Suddenly, you become hyperaware of how good it feels when your clit catches on the head of his cock. The sensation sends jolts of electricity straight to your core.
âAre you close?â Yuushi asks. You nod as much as youâre able to. âWhatâre you waiting for? My permission? Because you have it,â he slams his hips into you, groaning your name, âso cum for me. Hard.â
Yuushi starts thrusting faster, and the onslaught of stimulation kicks your senses into overdrive. The taut string in your abdomen snaps, and your climax ricochets throughout your body, sapping all your strength and replacing it with pure pleasure.Â
True to his word, Yuushi doesnât stop. You claw at the wall and his hands, trying to escape from his grip. The corners of your eyes sting with burning tears. âYuushi,â you gasp, blinking to clear your vision. âItâs too much.â You whimper and clench tightly around nothing still. The aftershocks of your orgasm havenât subsided yet, and Yuushiâs relentless ministrations border on painful.Â
âI know you have another one in ya. You always do,â Yuushi says, squeezing your throat gently before releasing it again. You shake your head, and hot tracks run down your cheeks. âYes, you do. Be good and cum again for me.â
âI want to do it together,â you say, trying to hold back your next orgasm. Youâre still riding the high from the last one, making it far too easy to trigger the next. Yuushi knows this. He knows all the right places to touch and what to say to rile you up.Â
âTogether?â Yuushi groans, stuttering his hips. You canât tell if the throb you just felt was from him or yourself. âWho said you could be so cute, huh?â He relentlessly pounds between your thighs, aiming to stroke your clit with each thrust. âBut thatâs one of the reasons I love you.â
Your synapses are frazzled, but youâre able to register his words. âI love you tooââ your sentence cuts off with a shriek, and your orgasm hits you harder than the semi truck in Yuushiâs accident.Â
Instead of dissipating, the intense pressure in your lower abdomen bursts, and a rush of liquid leaves your body in a small stream. You have to lean against the wall for support, spasming as shudders wrack your frame.Â
Yuushi moans your name, burying his face into your shoulder as his hips buck. Thick, warm ropes of his release splatter on the wall. Some of it coats your thighs and mixes in with your arousal.Â
âDid you just?â Yuushi laughs and wraps both arms around your waist before you can slump to the ground. He peppers kisses on your back, murmuring praises. He readjusts your position to turn you around and have you lean on his chest instead.Â
Your head feels like itâs full of lead, but you manage to lift it to meet his gaze. Yuushi cups your face in his hand, thumb stroking your cheek. He leans in for a kiss, and you can feel him smile against your lips.Â
Yuushi giggles, and he pulls away, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. He coughs and looks away, squeezing your waist tight with his other arm. âHeh, sorry. I canât help it,â he says. A grin lights up his face, and he rests his forehead against yours. âCute.â
You lean into him, rubbing your noses together in an Eskimo kiss. âThank you,â you whisper.
Yuushi hugs you tight, and the air is squeezed out of your lungs. He picks you up and does a little spin, your legs locking around his waist. His laughter stirs a fuzzy warmth in your chest, and you canât help but join in. Time stops momentarily as you gaze into each otherâs eyes. The dark circles underneath his eyes are still prominent, but theyâre slowly getting lighter.Â
âCan I kiss you?â Yuushiâs breath fans against your face, and his gaze flickers to your lips.Â
âYou donât have toââ
âNo, but I felt like it,â Yuushi shrugs. His mouth grazes yours, and you feel them tingle with static. âSo? Can I?âÂ
You cup his face in your hands, staring down at him. He always calls you cute, but Yuushi can be quite adorable at times himself. Your thumbs pull at the corners of his lips. âIf I say no?â you ask, knowing very well you would never refuse.Â
Yuushi turns his head and nips at your fingertips, flicking his tongue over the smooth pads. His grin widens at your small shriek. âThatâs your loss, not mine,â he says. He chuckles at your slightly puffed cheeks. âAre you pouting, Angel?â
You squish his face together in an attempt to cleanse the bitterness from your mouth. âIâm not,â you protest.Â
Yuushi hums, barely able to pronounce his words correctly. âAnd Iâm not dying to kiss you.â He bends over, and your reflexes kick in, arms flailing to secure themselves around his neck. His hair tickles your face, and his breath feels hot against your skin. âBut we both know weâre lying, so why donât you just give in, Sweetheart?â He wets his lips, dropping his gaze. âLet me taste you again.â
You suck in a breath, inching closer till your mouths graze.Â
Yuushiâs eyes are pools of dark chocolate, tugging you into the abyss to consume your everything. He smirks and pulls a hairs breadth away, enjoying the pout on your face as you chase him.Â
Whether the sudden onset of dizziness is from the rush of blood to your head or the intoxicating scent of Yuushiâs shampoo, you dig your fingers into the hairs at the nape of his neck.Â
Teeth clash as you swallow his gurgle of surprise. You fight gravity as you press into him, moaning at the light tingles that elicit when your nipples brush against his chest. You sink your teeth into his bottom lip, giving a playful tug before you let go.Â
The adrenaline returns to your body when you feel him harden against your stomach. Your vision blurs for a second as the world rotates to the correct orientation, and Yuushi cradles the back of your neck, massaging his fingers in soothing motions. The slight nausea eases; the kisses Yuushi marks your throat with help.Â
You tilt your head back, your pleased hum buzzing against his lips.Â
âYouâre so cute when you try to take control,â Yuushi murmurs against your skin, sucking gently on your pulse point. âLetâs get you cleaned up and in bed, yeah?â
You nod, head stuffed with cotton. The walls and floors morph into something unrecognizable, and you cling tighter to the comforting warmth that embraces you.Â
A smooth voice caresses your ears, and something prickly tickles your cheek. âDonât worry, Angel. Iâll take good care of ya.â Yuushi kisses your temple, and you giggle, still high off the dopamine. His arm squeezes your waist, hand stroking your hair. He mumbles to himself, but you canât make any of it out.Â
Yuushi carries you to the stool by the shower head, and he turns you around to sit on his lap. He adjusts the temperature before washing your body. His touch is gentle, almost reverent. As his hands glide along your skin, sometimes heâll plant a kiss. On the back of your neck, along your shoulders, on the pulse point behind your ear.Â
You lean into his chest, melting into him. Yuushiâs hands reach around to cup your breasts, gently pinching your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Your back buzzes after you let out a whine, and Yuushi nibbles your ear affectionately, whispering low apologies.Â
He lets go and massages your tender peaks, murmuring praises into the nape of your neck that send a rush of warmth throughout your body.Â
âI know,â his hands skirt down your stomach, âIâm sorry.â Yuushi cleans up between your thighs, rinsing the stickiness off of them. You shudder as the water sprays the rest of your skin. âJust a little longer, Angel,â he speaks softly.Â
You sigh, blinking at the fuzzy lights in the ceiling, grounded by the random song Yuushi hums under his breath. He works quickly, showing off his intimate knowledge of every curve of your figure.Â
A creak bounces off the walls, and the water drips to a stop. The air trapped in the bathroom is still warm, but youâre thankful nonetheless for the soft towel that wraps around your shoulders.Â
The world shifts again, and Yuushiâs arms support your back and legs, carrying you to the bedroom. With the door opening comes the rush of cool air, and you suck in a breath, seeking Yuushiâs heat.Â
His beard grazes your temple, and his arms squeeze you tighter.
Yuushi sets you on the bed, patting you dry with the towel before drying himself. He grabs your favourite pair of pyjamas and helps you dress.
Still shivering, you seek refuge underneath the blankets, curling up in the fetal position as you wait for the sheets to match your body temperature. You peek to see Yuushi pulling a baggy sweater over his head, giving you one last glimpse of his toned muscles before they disappear behind the fabric. Your eyes remain fixed on his figure even as he puts on a pair of boxers.
âAre you gonna keep oglinâ me?â Yuushi glances over his shoulder at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling.Â
âMaybe,â you grin lazily, the pillow smushing the side of your face. You lift the blanket with your arm, enduring the rush of cool air. âCome here so I can ogle you up close.â
The mattress dips as Yuushi crawls beside you, and he still faintly smells of your body wash. The lingering scent of his aftershave clings to the collar of his sweater. You can feel his breath fan your face, and he reaches over to brush some hair out of your eyes.Â
âPretty,â he murmurs to himself.
Despite your best efforts, your cheeks begin to ache. âI thought I was supposed to do the ogling,â you whisper, feeling a need to keep quiet in the cozy atmosphere thatâs developed around you.Â
Yuushi coils his arms around your waist, pressing you flush against his body. âWho said only you could?â He nudges your lips with his. âTell me.â You close the gap, slowly melding your mouths together. âDonât.â Kiss. âTry to.â Kiss. âWeasel yourâ hey!â Yuushi chuckles, turning his face away when you wonât give up your assault. He sighs at your pout and cradles your face in his hands, smothering you with heated kisses. His tongue slips into your mouth, sliding against yours in slow, teasing strokes.Â
âYouâre turned on,â you mumble against his lips, feeling something hard prod against your stomach.Â
âIâm always horny,â Yuushi laughs, peppering your jawline and throat with kisses. He rubs his cheek into your neck until your body trembles and the entire room echoes with your giggles. He plants one last, loud smooch on your forehead. You pretend to wipe the spot with disgust, but Yuushi catches your wrists and kisses your pulse. âNow sleep,â he says, pulling the blankets to cover you completely.Â
You smile, blinking the weariness from your eyes, and ask, âBut what about you?â
âDonât worry about me, Angel. You know I can take care of myself,â Yuushi whispers, stroking your head.Â
A low hum buzzes in your throat, caught between a grunt and a sigh. You blindly reach until you have a firm grasp on Yuushi's shaft. Yuushi sucks in a breath when you squeeze, and he hisses through his teeth.Â
âIâll take care of you.â
Yuushi gently grabs your wrist and removes your hand. âThank you, Sweetheart, but thatâs enough for tonight. You were so good for me. You need to sleep now.âÂ
âHmm, but what if I donât want to?â You slip underneath the blanket, disappearing into a large lump atop Yuushi. Nuzzling your face against the prominent tent in his boxers, you inhale the heady scent of his musk mixed with your body wash. A curse muffles through, and light shines into your surroundings as the fabric lifts from your head. Yuushiâs face, illuminated by the soft lamplight, looks at you with a half-lidded gaze.Â
âSometimes I wonder if youâre more of a demon thatâs come to tempt me and steal my soul,â Yuushi murmurs, watching your every move. His eyes never leave your face, and his teeth sink into his bottom lip.Â
You smile and kiss his clothed erection. âWould it be so bad to give me your soul for all of damnation?â You guide the hard length out of the opening at the front, running your tongue along the base of his shaft to the tip.Â
Yuushiâs hips jerk, and he grips the blanket tighter. âItâs yours if you want it,â he rasps.Â
Your laughter shakes the covers, and you knead his inner thighs with your palms. âYou can be incredibly precious at times.â His balls rest in your hands, and you gently massage them, observing the flex it elicits from his muscles. âI canât help but want to gobble you up,â you say, opening your jaw wide and sliding his cock down your throat.
Yuushi hisses, trapping a whine behind his teeth when your nose brushes against his pubic mound. âItâs criminal how good you are at giving head,â he moans. Your garbled words around his cock form a stream of spittle down your chin that makes the filthiest noise when he hits the back of your throat. âThis is embarrassing, but I donât think Iâll last longâand yes, I can see the smug grin on your face.â He casts the blanket away, letting it slip to your shoulders. His large, calloused hands rest on the crown of your head, stroking your hair. Yuushi screws his eyes shut as he thrusts into your mouth, holding you in place. Your name leaves his lips in a long, drawn-out whimper, and warm ropes of cum spurt against your tongue, dripping down your throat.
You swallow it all, gently adding suction to draw out the last drops. Yuushiâs hands drop from your head, and his cock leaves your lips with a pop. Your tongue darts out to lick the remnants of his climax. âThank you for the late-night snack,â you tease, kissing the flushed tip. Yuushi twitches from the contact, muttering a swear under his breath. You crawl up to his chest, bringing the blanket with you, and lie on top of him. His softening member is still warm and throbs faintly against your stomach.
âCâmere, you.â Yuushi tilts your face and captures your lips into a heated kiss. His tongue darts inside your mouth, tasting himself on you. He pulls away, dark hair clinging to his damp skin, and you can feel the heat emanating from him. âYou are gonna be the death of me.â
âSounds like a pretty good way to go,â you say, unable to stop yourself from lowering your voice. You rest your chin atop his chest, staring into his warm eyes. Thereâs a stutter in your chest when you notice his pupils dilating when he looks at you. âBig spoon or little?â
Yuushi chuckles. âBig,â he answers, rolling you onto your side as he wraps his arms around your waist. âAt least this way I can keep your hands out of trouble.â
You press into him, grinding against his crotch. âNot my hands you should be worried about.â
Yuushi groans and holds your hips still. âSleep,â he commands, biting your ear playfully.
âYes, Sir,â you say. The warmth on your hips travels up, sliding underneath your shirt and cupping your breasts. âShould I be worried about your hands?â
âIâm just holdin' them for you. Makin' sure they donât feel cold,â Yuushi says with a lilt in his tone.
You chuckle and rest your hands over his. âNight, Yuushi.â
A kiss on the back of your head. âGoodnight, Angel.â
Sleep comes easily, darkness consuming your consciousness the moment you close your eyes. The next time you open them, you hear the faint sizzle of a frying pan. Yuushiâs arms are still wrapped tight around you. It doesnât take you long to swap places with a pillow. You brush back Yuushiâs hair and kiss his head, tottering towards the mouth-watering scent.
You lean against the doorframe and find K humming to herself in front of the stove. A frilly white apron ties in a pretty bow around her waist. She waves her spatula around, flipping the omelet and transferring it to a plate soon after.
Your quiet footsteps pad along the wooden floorboards, and you hug K from behind. âGood morning.â
K looks over her shoulder and smiles. She leans into your touch, tickling your face with her silky hair. Her eyes widen at the various marks decorating your neck and collarbone, undoubtedly trailing to more hidden underneath your clothing. Her fingertips graze one of the spots. âAh.â
âIt doesnât hurt anymore,â you say, snapping your jaw at her finger.
K pulls her hand away and pouts, but you placate her with soft touches and a kiss to her shoulder. Her head turns in the direction of the bedroom.
You rub the crust from your eyes. âHeâs still sleeping.â
K nods and pours more egg mixture into the pan. She waits until itâs half-cooked before adding rice and folding the sides of the omelet, flipping it onto a second plate.
âI knew something smelled good.â Yuushi stumbles into the room, hair mussed from the pillow. His sweater hangs from his shoulders, and his sweatpants sag dangerously beneath his hips. He places a quick kiss on your head and Kâs, grabbing the plates and setting them on the table.
You grab the bottle of ketchup from the fridge and two forks, taking your seat at the small dining table. The basket K took with her on the trip sits at the centre, filled with various drawings and knick-knacks. âDid you have a good trip?â you ask.
K beams and nods, she shows off each item in her basket. A faint blush paints her cheeks when you and Yuushi clap for every object. She leans against the table and points between the two of you, curiosity sparkling in her dark eyes.
Memories of last night resurface. Warmth floods your face. âUs?â
Yuushi chuckles and digs a fork into his omelet. âShe wants to know if youâve learned your lesson.â
âHmm, I donât know. My teacher wasnât very good at his job.â Steam rises from the hole you make, rice spilling from the fluffy yellow. You take a bite and smile at Yuushi, who glares at you from across the table, looking like heâs ready to jump over and lunge at you any second now.
Yuushiâs grip on his fork tightens, and the metal curves under the pressure. âSometimes we have to be taught multiple times before it sticks.â
K giggles and scoots her chair closer to you, hugging your arm. She leans in close and whispers into your ear, sticking her tongue out at Yuushi, who watches you two with an exasperated fondness.
Maybe next time, K can be in charge of your lesson.Â
End Note:
This is another one of those fics where it felt like my eyeballs would fall out of my head from trying to edit and proofread. So if you notice a typo or any mistake, please tell me!!
Did you know that Grammarly has a character limit for their documents? I didn't either! I had to copy and paste this one in chunks to work around that limitation.
I still have an old ask about a fic where the reader is also a Yokai, and while it's really interesting, I won't be writing that in the near future unless someone commissions me to.
I'll do my best to write drabbles and headcanons for practice, but my focus will be on building a Patreon and fulfilling the commissions I receive.
I know I don't post often enough, but I do check Tumblr often! So if you want to yap in my inbox about literally anything, please do so!
I'll see you guys at my next hyperfixation! (ăă»âă»)ă
Warnings: Fluff, Smut, No Y/N, AFAB Reader, Gender Neutral otherwise, Soft Dom Yuushi, Porn without plot, Plot if you squint, Cunnilingus, Fingering, P in V, Brat taming, Blindfold, Bondage, Spanking, Blowjobs, Thighjobs, Bathtub sex, Edging, Praise kink, Light degradation, Let me know if I missed something, Reader is in a throuple but this fic focuses on Yuushi
Summary:
Yuushi's been waiting all week to teach your bratty ass a lesson.
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Yuushiâs stubble tickles as his lips brush against your ear. âYouâve been very bratty this week,â he murmurs, his hot breath fanning your skin. âAnd what do we do with disobedient brats?â
You suck in a breath. âThey get punished,â you answer.Â
Yuushi licks the shell of your ear, chuckling when you shudder beneath him. âThatâs right, Baby. They get punished.â His voice dips to a growl. âAnd youâve been rackinâ âem up. I donât think you know what youâve gotten yourself into.â He notices your squirming thighs and breaks them apart with his knee.Â
Note:
While the reader is in a relationship with both Yuushi and K, this fic focuses mainly on Yuushi. I have an older fic if you want to read about all three of them getting it on here.
This is the biggest fic I've ever written. It all started with this ask, and I apologize to the sender because it took me 3 years of writing this on and off to get to this point. đ
I hope it's not too noticeable that I dropped this fic at several points before picking it back up after long breaks. I'd like to think that if I were to rewrite this all now, I would do a much better job (a girl can dream đ„č)
Honestly, not all of this is brat taming, but it was a lot of me finishing up a scene and then adding more and more like a kid at a slushee machine, pouring all the different flavours into one cup.
I don't have much else to say other than I hope all the other people who still occasionally check for Lady K & The Sick Man fics have a field day with this one.
Please reblog to let me know you're all still out there!
Happy Reading! (ïœĄïœ„â)ïŸïŸ
âDo you have everything packed?â you ask, peeking underneath the cloth covering the contents in the basket K is holding. She gently smacks your hand away and nods with a smile. You raise your hands in surrender. âI only want to make sure you donât panic later because you left something behind.â
She huffs a laugh and presses a kiss to your cheek, spreading the warmth blooming across your skin with a caress of her thumb.Â
âYouâre too much of a damn worry wart,â Yuushi says, giving your hips a comforting squeeze.Â
âBut itâs her first time going out! I want everything to beââ
âPerfect,â Yuushi interrupts, rolling his eyes. âYeah, I remember from the first ten times you said it.â His hand wanders to the small of your back, tracing the contours of your spine. âSheâll be fine.â He turns to her. âYouâll be fine, right, K?â
âMm!â
âSomethingâs missing, though.â Yuushi rubs his chin and narrows his eyes. He snaps his fingers and walks over to the coat hanger, snatching the big sun hat and placing it on Kâs head.Â
The hat flops forward, and K whips her hand up to stop it from sliding further. Her wide eyes peek at you and Yuushi from beneath the brim. Paired with her long white dress, her outfit matches the warm breeze outside. You can picture her in a meadow of flowers as the wind ruffles her hair. You need to bring up that date idea later.Â
âHave fun, Sweetheart. Tell your mom and the kid we said hi,â Yuushi says. He cups her face in his hands and plants a tender kiss on her forehead. K has to hold the hat against her head to keep it from falling. She leans to whisper into his ear, the hat hiding the details of their exchange. âIâll keep that in mind,â Yuushi chuckles, flicking his gaze toward you.Â
A flame in your belly ignites, and warmth flushes your skin. Youâre familiar with that lookâkneeled in front of Yuushi many times as he stared down at you with it. You rub your thighs together and maintain eye contact.Â
K comes up to you and gives a parting hug, squeezing your arm with a smile on her face. Youâre so fucked if even K is wishing you good luck. You bite your lip and chance a look at Yuushi. His dark eyes burn holes into you. The arms of his muscles flex underneath his sweater as he crosses them and leans against the doorframe, watching you two.Â
âBe honest with me. How upset is he?â you whisper to K. She furrows her brows and shakes her head pitifully at you, patting your shoulder. You suck in a breath. Fuck. A thrill travels from the base of your spine to the nape of your neck. The heat between your thighs grows uncomfortable. K wiggles her eyebrows before pinching your sides to elicit a laugh from you. âI know, I know. I wanted this to happen.â
K withdraws her touch, giving Yuushi a stern look as she walks through the doorway. Yuushi huffs, âItâs cute when youâre protective, K. But you donât get a say in the punishments.â He smacks her bottom as she passes him. K lets out a small squeal, her cheeks puffing as she glares at him. âHave fun,â and the sincerity is audible in his words. She deflates, all the hot air evaporating from her system. K shakes her head and walks out onto the street, where a little boy is waiting for her.
You move closer to watch them walk away together. The pair seemingly vanish as the sky clears and blinds you momentarily with the sunâs rays. Yuushi closes the door and traps you against it. His muscular arms form a cage. The faint scent of cigarette smoke mixes with his cologne. Notes of leather and almonds with a hint of vanilla fill your senses. Warm, sweet, and sexy. It fits him perfectly. You shudder when he leans in. Heâs so close you can also catch a whiff of lavender.
Yuushiâs stubble tickles as his lips brush against your ear. âYouâve been very bratty this week,â he murmurs, his hot breath fanning your skin. âAnd what do we do with disobedient brats?â
You suck in a breath. âThey get punished,â you answer.Â
Yuushi licks the shell of your ear, chuckling when you shudder beneath him. âThatâs right, Baby. They get punished.â His voice dips to a growl. âAnd youâve been rackinâ âem up. I donât think you know what youâve gotten yourself into.â He notices your squirming thighs and breaks them apart with his knee.Â
You whine at the loss of stimulation, your hands exploring beneath his shirt in hopes of buttering him up. Yuushi doesnât falter. He wraps a hand around your throat and squeezes the sides gently. Your hands freeze. You think every blood cell in your body is rushing south.Â
âTrying to resist punishment? Thatâs another act of disobedience,â Yuushi says. The way his eyes roam hungrily across your figure? Fuuuuuckkkk. He licks his lips and rubs his thumb against the side of your neck.Â
You snort, âWhat are you, a cop?â The following mental image of Yuushi in a police uniform has you weak in the knees. God, you canât help but think of how his broad shoulders would barely be contained in the button-up shirt. And you already know he looks good in a tieâin fact, youâve seen him wearing only a tie before, and boy was that a wild timeâand those pants? His ass would look so good in them. Youâd let him arrest and interrogate you all daâ
Yuushi unknowingly pulls you out of your fantasy.
âWhy? You got a thing for being handcuffed?â he asks, grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head. His face draws nearer, and you can barely think with his scent filling your senses.Â
You wrestle with your tongue, forcing a word to leave your mouth. You only manage a single syllable.
âNo,â you scoff, ignoring the throb between your legs. You press yourself into the door, shrinking away as the flames draw closer.Â
âYouâre a fuckinâ liar,â he tsks. Yuushi hums, and a glint appears in his eyes. âMaybe that should be one of your punishments.â One hand remains locked around your wrists while the other wanders down and slides along the slope of your breasts. He cups one in his hand and brushes his thumb across your hardened nipples. âIâll tie you up to the bed blindfolded and leave a vibrator running inside ya.â The grin on his face matches his hungry gaze as he teasingly pinches the hard buds poking out of your shirt.Â
Your head thumps against the wooden door as a sigh escapes your lips. âYuushi....â He noticeably perks at the mention of his name. His smile widens, flashing you a view of his canines.Â
Yuushi leans forward and whispers into your ear. âI might touch you, I might not. Youâll never know. And Baby, when Iâm done with you, you wonât even remember your damn name,â he purrs, licking the shell of your ear.
You know itâs not an empty threat. Heâs done it to you before, had you weeping in bed for rest while your body craved for more. Generous was certainly one way to describe him as a lover. But heâs often too generous.Â
You shudder, frantically searching for an escape route. Itâs not enough. You need moreâyou want to poke the hornet's nest. The fridge sits in the corner of your vision, and you subsequently look at the calendar on the wall. âTodayâs grocery run day,â you say.Â
âTrying to worm your way out of trouble? It ainât gonna work, Angel.âÂ
âThe fridge is empty, and itâs my turn to cook dinner.â Your voice pitches as you scramble for an excuse. âYou can check if you donât believe me.â
He doesnât have to. He was the one who cooked dinner the night before. Yushi clicks his tongue, scrunching up his nose. âTake the car. You get an hour and a halfânot a minute more. Understand?â he says, eyes searching your face.Â
âYes, Sir.â
Yuushi smirks and shakes his head, releasing your wrists. âWhy donât I believe you?â
âIâll be good,â you promise in a sweet voice.Â
âMhmm, and how many times have you lied to me about that? You usually only mean it when I have you bent over my knee.â
You shrug, flashing him an innocent look. âThat just sounds like youâre doing a poor job.â
Yuushiâs mouth sets into a thin line. âOn your knees,â he commands.Â
âI donât want to,â you say
âYouâre toeing the line, Angel. On your fuckinâ knees while Iâm still asking nicely.â Yuushi crosses his arms, waiting for you to move. âAnd take off everything from the waist down.â
âYes, Sir.â You comply and hook your thumbs into the waistband of your pants and underwear, sliding them off. The wooden floor is uncomfortable on your knees, and you hope that whatever Yuushi has in store for you is over before you lose all feeling in your legs.Â
Yuushi disappears briefly before returning with something in his hands. âWasnât gonna use this, but you keep showing me that youâre a brat who canât follow orders,â he says, running his hand along the strip of fabric.Â
You recognize it as the tie he often wears when he receives temp work in an office. âWhy should I listen to everything you say?â you taunt, raising your chin.Â
Yuushiâs mouth stretches into a lazy grin. âYou shouldnât. Itâs more fun that way. Bet you get a kick out of being such a goddamn tease. Disobeyinâ orders and pretending youâve done nothing wrong.â He binds your wrists together, anchoring you to the doorknob.Â
The tie doesnât cut into your skin. Instead, it seems to have been wrapped with great care.
âNo,â you say, tugging in hopes of loosening your restraints.
âNo?â Yuushi crouches down to your level, resting his head against his propped-up fist. âSweetheart, youâre fuckinâ dripping down there.â
You shift your position, forgetting to exhale when your clit is stimulated by the motion. âI'm not,â you breathe out quietly.Â
âThen whyâre you squirming so much? I ainât even tied you that tight. Youâre kneelinâ in front of me because you want me to punish you.â
âIââ
Yuushi stands, towering over you. âNaughty brats donât get to talk back.â The sound of a zipper draws your attention, and Yuushiâs erect cock bobs in front of your face.
âOpen up.â He taps the head against your lips, smearing precum on them. His musky scent overwhelms your senses, and you swallow the saliva welling in your mouth. He prods again for entrance, and you let him in, feeling his thick length glide along your tongue. Yuushi groans when you go deeper, curses mingling with the sloppy sounds of his thrusts. âYa hear that? âCourse not, cause itâs finally quiet for once. âCept for all those lewd noises youâre makinâ around my cock.â
You moan around his shaft in response. Drool dribbles from the corners of your lips, and you look up at him. Yuushi jerks inside your mouth, and a fresh flood of precum coats your taste buds, which you greedily milk from him.Â
Yuushi bites his lip, stroking your hair as he buries himself in your tight heat. âFuck, Baby. You look so hot with your mouth stuffed. Are you drunk on my cock yet? I want my taste to linger on your tongue while youâre at the store.âÂ
You hollow your cheeks, and the long, drawn-out moan Yuushi makes goes straight to your core. The heat between your thighs has grown unbearable and damp. You press your knees together, whining around his cock as your wrists burn.Â
âHow cute. No matter how hard you pull, youâre not gonna get to touch yourself.â Yuushi snaps his hips and hisses. âIf I untie you, will you behave?â Â
You grunt, mouth still full of his length.Â
Yuushi chuckles and tugs on the knot. âDonât make me regret this.â He wraps your hands around the base of his shaft. âLet me know if itâs too much,â he says before holding your head and thrusting into your mouth.Â
It initially takes you by surprise, but you quickly resume your previous rhythm, maintaining eye contact with Yuushi as he fucks your face. He watches you with half-lidded eyes. Low grunts and moans leave his parted lips when you massage his balls with your other hand.Â
Yuushiâs thrusts become sloppy, and you can feel him swell in your mouth. You do your best to take as much of his length as you can without gagging, gargling muffled words around his shaft.Â
Yuushi shudders, face flushed. He chokes out a laugh, muttering your name with reverence. âAre you tellinâ me to cum?â he asks, tightening his grip on your hair. âYou want me to coat your filthy mouth and throat, donât ya?"
You moan loudly in response and continue to enthusiastically suck on his cock. The wet slurps and squelches reach their peak, only lasting for a few seconds before Yuushiâs warm cum spurts in your mouth.
His hips still, and his moans pitch when you continue moving, milking every last drop he has to offer. âFuck, Angel. Youâre so fuckinâ sexy.â He throws his head back and whines when you suckle on the tip of his cock, flicking your tongue against the underside of the sensitive ridge.Â
Yuushiâs cock starts to soften a little, and he pulls out. He swears under his breath when he looks down and is greeted by the sight of your open mouth full of his cum. You stick your tongue out slightly for good measure before swallowing the entire load, opening again to show him.Â
Yuushiâs eyes darken, and he cups your face, pulling you into a searing kiss. Your back thuds against the door from the force, and you press your body into his, trying to burrow further into his intoxicating presence. Yuushiâs tongue slips inside your mouth, and youâre positive he can taste himself on you, but that doesnât stop him from kissing like he means to devour you.Â
He pulls away and swipes his thumb over your swollen lips, breaking the thin string of saliva that connects you two. Yuushiâs eyes contain a gleam to them, a suppression of passion that threatens to melt you on the spot with one look from their intensity. His voice is husky, but it doesnât disguise the lilt in his tone, the one that always means heâs up to no good.Â
âSince you behaved for the most part, Iâll give you a little treat. Lift your hips for me,â Yuushi says, and you ignore the burn in your knees as they press into the flooring. Yuushi gets on his back and slides underneath you like a mechanic would with a car. âGonna take a peek under the hood.â He spreads your slit, and you feel a puff of warm air that turns your legs to jelly.Â
Your hands immediately rest on his chest to support yourself, hips trembling above his face. âOh my god, Yuuââ the words clog in your throat when Yuushi pulls back the hood of your clit with his thumb and teases the swelling bundle of nerves with a few flicks of his tongue. Each tap is a jolt of pleasure that agitates the hunger gnawing in your gut.Â
If it werenât for his hands supporting you, you would have plopped down and smothered him already. Heâs only breathing against your skin, but somehow it frays your nerves like a live wire. Thereâs something about sensing his presence and the anticipation that comes with wondering when heâll make a move.Â
Heat sears your face, and you try to glance between your legs to see what heâs up to. âYuushi!â You cry out when his stubble prickles your sensitive slit.Â
Yuushiâs thumbs rub circles into your inner thigh. âHeh. Youâre makinâ a mess on my face. I did say I was gonna peek under the hood, but I can see youâre eager to welcome me,â and the smugness in his tone is palpable.Â
Your body is still aching from his teasing flicks earlier. The memory of that sensation lingers at the forefront of your mind. And if you concentrate hard enough, you can feel the phantom touch of his tongue. But you know itâs not as good as the real thing; it never is.Â
âPlease,â you force yourself not to whimper. Youâre going to die if Yuushi keeps this up. Theyâre going to find your body in this apartment, and youâll join K and her other ghost friends. At least the rent would probably go down again.Â
âDid I say you could let your mind wander?â Yuushiâs voice rumbles from underneath you. Muscular arms wrap around your legs, pulling you down.Â
A moan tears through your throat when something wet and warm enters your cunt. It thrusts in and out. Youâre forced to rest your full weight on Yuushi, completely losing the strength to kneel. He laps and drinks from you as if heâs tasting ambrosia.Â
The texture of his tongue running over your clit occasionally, before sinking into your dripping hole with an obscene squelch, has your walls trembling. They contract and squeeze around him, desperately grabbing for more.Â
The sudden jump in intensity after being starved of his touch for so long sends your nervous system into a frenzy. The only thought in your mind is to orgasm. With how sensitive you are, itâs not difficult for him to bring you to your peak.Â
Yuushi is well accustomed to all the ways you enjoy being touched, which spots make you clench tighter than others, and what makes you scream his name.Â
He pleasures you with practiced ease, and your mind anticipates the climax. Itâs almost second nature to expect it.Â
But Yuushi places one last peck on your swollen clit and slides out.Â
âInspection clear!â he says, not getting up from the floor yet.Â
You may appear upside down in his vision, but your wide eyes are impossible to miss.Â
âWhaâŠ?â You blink, plopping onto the floor along with your jaw. All the pleasure has evaporated, leaving behind an empty fissure that threatens to tear you in half. Practically every hair on your body stands on end. The smirk on Yuushiâs face is enough to send a fresh gush of arousal to seep into the floor beneath you.Â
Yuushi sits up, running a hand through his mussed hair, and licks his lips. âAw, did you forget youâre still being punished?â he grins, the bottom half of his face glistening with your slick.Â
Your core throbs, an unbearable ache. âDid you just blue ball me?!?â you cry out, skin flushing hot with outrage. Like a newborn foal, you stumble as you stand, trying not to lose your footing.Â
Yuushi grabs your arm and shoulder to steady you. He kisses your forehead and grins. âNaughty brats donât get to cum either. Ya gotta earn it.â He presses you against the door and stares deep into your eyes. âAn hour and a half. No more,â he warns you.Â
You inhale sharply, âI know.â
The right side of his mouth quirks, and his eyes crinkle at the edges as they gaze at you fondly. Yuushi kisses your temple and draws back.Â
âOh, and put your clothes back on before you warp the floorboards,â he says. You do your best to ignore the sharp ache between your thighs, redressing and opening the door. âRemember, don't touch yourself while youâre out!â
You continue facing forward and walk to the car, flipping Yuushi off the whole way.Â
The drive to the store is short and uneventful. You had to put every ounce of concentration into driving as the horny thoughts screamed in your brain to make themselves known. But luckily, itâs not rush hour, and the roads are quiet today. You even considered pulling over at one point and relieving yourself of the ache in your core. Yuushi would never know, but you would have to live with the fact that you broke his trust.Â
20 minutes have passed since you left, and youâre still sitting inside the car in the parking lot. You groan and rest your head on the steering wheel, jerking back when you accidentally activate the horn. Of course, a random stranger happens to be walking in front of your car at the time, and you end up bowing your head in apology before sinking into your seat, hoping to melt from view.Â
You remain slumped like that until the pit of your stomach no longer feels like itâs plunging down an abyss. A glance at the clock now shows 35 minutes have passed. Did you really sit in your car for another 15 minutes? You peek out the window and pray that the stranger you accidentally spooked has already left. Otherwise, youâll pretend to intensely analyze the nutrition label of a nearby item if you come across the poor soul in the store.Â
With a deep breath, you exit the car and head inside. An annoying squeal followed by the occasional squeak makes you feel as if youâre walking a stubborn pig instead of pushing a shopping cart. Does no one ever oil the wheels? You canât help but glance at your phone every couple of minutes to make sure youâre on schedule. AlthoughâŠ. You shake the thought from your head.Â
Your next stop is the snack aisle. Every time you place an item in your cart, you check it off the list on your phone. Your eyes fall on the bulk pack of Pocky. The image of the biscuit dangling from Yuushiâs lips like a cigarette brings a rush of warmth to your face. You canât be having these thoughts in the middle of the grocery store; there are people here! You bring a hand up to your cheeks in hopes of sapping the warmth from them. Unfortunately, fantasy Yuushi smirks and wags the Pocky stick to invite you to bite the other end.Â
You swear a puff of smoke erupts from your head, and you wave your hand above your head to dispel the clouds and obscene thoughts.Â
âMomma, what is that person doing?â A small voice from further down the aisle catches your attention. Your hand snaps down to your side as your spine goes rigid. Oh fuck. As if you hadnât already met your daily quota for embarrassing yourself in public. You pretend youâre having an intense internal debate between the strawberry and chocolate flavours of Pocky. The two packages are pressed so close to your face that your eyeballs might as well be imprinted with their ingredients list.Â
âJust pretend you didnât see anything, Hun,â another voice replies, although you have to strain your ears to catch the entire sentence.Â
âBut why?â Curse children and their insatiable curiosities. You remain in your stiff pose. Wheat flour, Sugarâ
âBecause then itâs not as embarrassing for the other person.â Chocolate liquor, Blend of vegetable oilsâ
âIs dancing something to be embarrassed about?â You nearly drop the packages and force your eyes to remain steady as the tiny print warps in your vision. Whole milk powder, Vegetable oil shorteningâ
âDidnât Momma promise to buy you ice cream today?â A loud gasp followed by a little squeal pierces your eardrums. Tiny footsteps rush away from you, followed by the frantic whines of a shopping cart.Â
You toss both flavours into your cart and let out an internal scream so loud that any mind reader within a 50km radius would be rendered unconscious. The vibration in your right pocket startles you. You unlock your phone to read the text from Yuushi.Â
The phone nearly plummets to the ground, and you scramble to catch it, fingers awkwardly grasping the device before it collides with the floor. The text is a succinct âhalf an hour,â but attached is a selfie with a view of the visible tent in Yuushi's sweatpants. You can picture the outline of his erection and quickly cover the screen with your chest as you check that no one else is around.Â
Letting out a sigh when you see the aisle is deserted, you admire the photo. Itâs not fair that Yuushi hides his physique behind baggy clothing. Another ding chimes from your phone, and a new picture loads. You nearly crack the screen with your chokehold grip. This time Yuushi has his cockâstill clothedâflush against his body, one large hand gripping the base of his shaft to accentuate the outline. It perfectly teases you with his girth and length while letting your imagination do the rest of the work.Â
You press your thighs together and huff a groan. This does nothing to stop the flow of arousal. When you shift your legs, you can feel the uncomfortable stickiness that binds your underwear to your skin. And of course, you still have the rest of your shopping list to complete. Which means more walking around the store and enduring the sweet torture of friction.Â
Your phone chimes for what you hope is the last time. Your shoulders sag when you notice the Lock Screen notification shows no indication of an attachment. âIâm waiting. Be good and come back on time.â
You have to stop pushing the cart and take a breather, rubbing your thighs together to ease the ache. It doesnât help that you can clearly read the message in his voice. Your eyes scan over the text again, and another idea pops into your head. What if you didnât want to be good? You bite your lip and redirect your cart to a random aisle. Thereâs only one way to find out.Â
Itâs not difficult to pass half an hour in the store by doing nothing. You canât remember the last time you browsed all the aisles for the fun of it. Many of the aisles have been moved around, and some items have been replaced with newer stock. This adds to your browsing time.Â
Your phone has gone off a few times, and you made sure to read every message without replying. The first text was Yuushi. He was hoping that you were on your way home lest you face the consequences of being late. But his concerns quickly morphed into displeasure when he realized you were ignoring him on purpose, courtesy of the read receipts.Â
With your cart filled more than you were intending, you head to the self-checkout. Youâre starting to enjoy the erratic buzzing in your back pocket from your phone. You wonder how different it would feel compared to the sting of Yuushiâs spanks. You scan your items as quickly as you can and tap your card to pay for everything. Most of your groceries are haphazardly tossed into the reusable bags you brought.Â
You nearly sprint to the car. Your thighs are damp and sticky. Another vibration sends a throb down your core. The groceries are placed in the trunk, and you flop into the driver's seat. You tug on the collar of your shirt, undoing the buttons on your coat. Itâs getting too warm, and you havenât even started the engine yet.Â
You decide to take a peek at your phone, unlocking the screen to be greeted with a wall of text. A grin sneaks onto your face, and you glance at your surroundings. Taking a risk, you shimmy your pants down past your knees. Turning on the camera, you snap a picture of your drooling cunt, framed perfectly by a pair of dark, lacy underwear. This specific one happened to be one of Yuushiâs favourites since it was crotchless. He liked fucking you senseless while still being able to admire the lingerie.Â
You scroll up and skim over his messages. They all pretty much mean the same thing: youâre being severely punished when you arrive home. Maybe this is pouring gasoline on an open flame, butâyou smirk and hit sendâyou think youâll enjoy watching it all burn.Â
You reluctantly slide your damp pants back onâitâs better than making a mess on the car seat. Those things can be a nightmare to clean. Not even a minute later, you can see that heâs looked at your picture. Almost immediately after, the call screen appears with Yuushiâs caller ID. You switch your phone to silent mode and place it in the cup holder with the screen off.Â
âSorry, Yuushi. I shouldnât call and drive at the same time,â you say in a singsong voice, knowing very well he canât hear you. How pissed off is he now? You hum and turn the key, feeling the engine roar to life. You glance over your shoulder at the bags behind you. At least you remembered to buy many, many, many condoms and another bottle of lube. Shifting gears, you pull out of the parking lot and drive to your doom.Â
The radio is blasting your favourite songs, and you drum your fingers along to the rhythm. But nothing provides sufficient distraction from the pulsing between your legs. Your body anticipates what Yuushi has in store for you. You can almost feel his stubble ghosting your inner thighs, and you squeeze your legs together. Luckily, your brain switches to autopilot and the apartment building comes up in the distance.Â
Parking in the usual spot, you glance up and see Yuushi standing in front of the doorway with his arms crossed. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his elbows, and you practically drool at the sight of his exposed forearms. Youâre half expecting him to walk up to the car and scold you, but he remains in the doorway menacingly. His eyes never leave you as you get out of the car and grab the groceries.Â
There are only two bags for you to carry. When you take them out of the car, they tug on your shoulders as if filled with lead weights. With a grimace, you walk up to your shared apartment. His unwavering gaze only fans the flames in your lower belly. His eyes dart to the bags in your hands, and he lets out a mixture between a sigh and a snort.Â
âYouâre late." He waits for an explanation.Â
âWould you believe me if I said the line was really long?â Your voice pitches near the end of your sentence, and your posture wilts a little under his stare.Â
Yuushi shakes his head in dismay and flicks your forehead. âFirst of all, Angel. Never start a sentence like that if you wanna get away with a lie.â His eyes drift down between your legs, where the damp fabric hugs and forms a faint outline of your lips.Â
âAnd?â you say with a stamp of your foot, urging him to continue.Â
Yuushi licks his lips. You watch the pink muscle dart out and wet the skin. A flood of want pools in your abdomen as you imagine all the things he can do with his tongue. âAnd second,â he continues, âyou were too busy teasing me with your little photoshoot in the car.â Yuushi shortens the distance between you and him. His hands are on your waist almost instantly, and they curve along the swell of your ass. He leans into your ear and lowers his voice. âI bet the driver's seat will smell like you for days.â Itâs sultry and husky; he knows how to leave you weak in the knees.Â
Yuushi grabs the bags from your loosening grip. Your fingers go slack, along with the rest of your body, once theyâre free from the weight. He supports your body with one arm. You feel the warmth of his lips brush against the shell of your ear, and a pleasant tingle trails down your back to the base of your spine. âI know you want to be good for me,â he whispers, nibbling on the cartilage. âYouâll make it up to me; you always do.â
âYuushiâŠâ you groan, fingers gripping tightly onto the back of his shirt.Â
He chuckles and nuzzles the side of your face, scratching you with his stubble despite your whines of protest. âYeah, Baby?â and his tone sweetens, tenderized by affection. âYou want me to take care of you?â He grins at your enthusiastic nod. âPoor thing. It mustâve been so hard waiting. But youâve been misbehaving, remember?â The curve of his lips tugs into a smirk. âYou gotta be punished first before I can give ya what you want.â
Yuushi shifts the bags around and hoists you up with an arm around your back to support you. Instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist and your arms loop around his neck. Despite how nonchalant he seems, you can feel him throbbing through his pants. Pressing your body into him, you relish in his warmth and his large hands gripping your hips.Â
âAnd what punishments did you have in mind, Sir?â The title rolls of your tongue sweetly like honey, dripping into his ears and scrambling his brain into mush. His fingers dig deeper, and a bruising ache blossoms across your skin.Â
âWouldnât be much of a punishment if you knew what to expect,â he replies in a strained voice. Hastily, he heads to the entrance of your apartment. The rustle of groceries tumbling around inside your reusable bags is drowned by the steady drumming of your heart. In sync with his thoughts, you turn the doorknob. Yuushi darts into the apartment and slams the door, rattling the walls. Youâre sure that someoneâs going to raise a noise complaint, but right now you couldnât care less.Â
Two thumps echo in the room as the walls blur in your peripheral vision. All you can focus on is Yuushiâs intense gaze. He only looks away just enough to see where heâs going, but otherwise maintains eye contact. You shudder under his stare. You canât guess what exactly, but you know heâs thinking about what heâll do to you. Thereâs that devious glint in his eyes that gives you only a glimmer of the filthy thoughts he harbours.Â
You bite your lip and let out a small whimper, grinding against his clothed erection. Your heart skips a beat in response to the twitch in his pants. A strangled groan rumbles in Yuushiâs throat as he reaches the bed and pins you against the mattress. The only noise in the room is your pants mixing with Yuushiâs heavy breathing. Anything louder would have ripped through the tension holding both of you back.Â
Large hands slip underneath your top and skirt along your sides. âSo needy,â Yuushi rasps, admiring your dishevelled appearance. When his fingertips brush against your bare chest, his eyes widen, pupils blown impossibly large. âOh, Angel. Youâre so fuckinâ naughty.â He rides your shirt up to expose more of you. Yuushi fondles your breasts, giving your nipples a cheeky pinch. âDid it turn you on while walking around the store like this?â He rolls one of the hardened buds between his forefinger and thumb. âI bet lotsa people stared. You practically had them on display with that flimsy material.â
Yuushi dips his head down to suck on the other nipple, flicking and swirling his tongue over it. His low chuckle is a stark contrast to the pathetic whine that leaves your mouth. It feels like your body is slowly being tempered in a fire that is melting your bones into putty. Your hands instinctively fling to his head, tugging on his hair when he sucks harshly.Â
âI like it when the material rubs against them,â you admit in a hushed tone. Every chafe was a reminder of Yuushiâs deft fingers, although it paled in comparison to his warmth and technique. You roamed around the store while feeling his phantom touches. It didnât pose a problem until you noticed that you were returning a box of cookies to one of the freezer aisles.Â
Yuushi pinches harder than normal to break you out of your daze. âIâm sure you do, Baby. But youâll like this even more,â he promises. His stubble grazes your bare skin, sparking fizzles of pleasure that trickle down to your core. Dark eyes keep you transfixed in place. His mouth latches onto your nipple again while he teases your other one with his fingers. Obscene slurps fill the room, and you canât help but arch closer into his touch, desperate for more.Â
âYuushi!â you moan, head spinning from the onslaught of stimulation.Â
âLouder. I want to hear how good Iâm making you feel,â Yuushi says. A sudden sting pitches your voice, more out of surprise than harm. Yuushi pulls back with a smug grin, and you notice the faint impression of his teeth marks on your breasts.Â
âNo matter how hard you suck, nothing will come out of them,â you say, using your fingers to soothe your sensitive nipples.Â
Yuushi hums thoughtfully, resting his hand on your lower abdomen. âWe can always fix thatâif and whenever you want to,â he quickly adds. âI think you would look really hot with milk leaking out of these pretty tits.â He cups your breasts and massages them gently.Â
Your entire body flushes at the thought. Youâve watched what Yuushi does to K when sheâs lactating. Theyâve even offered for you to have a taste, but the nerves twisting in your gut always cause you to decline. The intimate act never fails to send blood rushing south. Kâs keening cries and the sight of milk and spit dribbling down Yuushiâs chin is a perfect combination that leaves you a puddling mess.Â
âIâll let ya have a taste of my own milk later if youâre good,â Yuushi says, trailing sloppy kisses along your collarbone and up your neck. He licks the shell of your ear and nibbles on the cartilage.Â
âMm⊠milk,â you whisper, head drifting into the clouds.Â
âThatâs right, Angel.â His fingers prod open your lips and glide in along your tongue. âMore than you can even drink. Iâll stuff ya so full youâll wanna burst.â
âMilk,â you repeat, a little muffled by his digits. It feels like someoneâs taken a vacuum and sucked all the fog swarming your brain. You bite downânot hard enough to break skin.Â
âOw! What the fuck?!â Yuushi yanks back his hand, allowing you enough room to push him away. He looks at you in disbelief, examining the ring your teeth left around his fingers. At first, you thought the shift in his eyes was anger, that you upset him with your sudden action. But your body knows better. The heat in your belly blazes like a bonfire underneath his penetrating stare, which can only mean one thing. Your little act of âdefianceâ turned him on.Â
You quickly clear up the misunderstanding. If you donât, once Yuushi gets started, he wonât stopâno matter how much you plead. âMilk!â you say, mentally slapping yourself for the lack of explanation.Â
Yuushi chuckles darkly, rolling the stiffness from his shoulders as his eyes pin you with their predatory gaze. âYa shouldâve said so in the first place. Letâs stuff that bratty mouth of yours, hm?â He advances forward, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him. Yuushiâs lips curl up in amusement. He decides to wait and see what you do.Â
âI bought milk,â you stammer, feeling his muscles flex beneath your hands, âand none of the groceries have been put away.â
Yuushi raises a brow. âThatâs why you had to bite me?â He covers your hands with his larger ones and slides them down his torso. âYa know, Iâm startinâ to think youâre makinâ up excuses for me to punish you more.â You swallow the saliva welling in your mouth with a gulp, eyes fixated on how he guides your hands to the waistband of his pants. The V line of his abs draws your gaze to his clothed erection at the intersection. âCâmon. That stuff can wait till later. Iâve already got a meal I need to devour.â
You take a page from Kâs book and head-butt him. âNo! Everything will be spoiled by then!â You know it sounds stupid. But you would feel more at ease knowing all the perishable items were stored safely in the fridge.Â
Yuushi winces and rubs his forehead. âWhat is it with you two and surprise attacks?â He pouts and sways to exaggerate his injury. âYou should be hitting on me, not actually hitting me!âÂ
A snort erupts from your lips. âI didnât even put that much force into it,â you say. Suddenly, youâre pulled forward and land with a thud against Yuushiâs chest. He tilts your chin up and kisses you hungrily. His tongue slips into your mouth, marking every corner and battling with your own like he wants to consume you. You feel the spit dribble down your chin as he continues to steal the breath in your lungs. He swallows every single moan until your chest is burning for air, and only then does he relent. The gossamer thread connecting your lips breaks with enough distance.Â
âFuck, you look so damn cute. I might just cum in my pants,â Yuushi groans. He stands up with a sigh and admires your puffy and glistening lips. âIâll go put the groceries away. You can stripâbut donât take everything off. Donât think Iâve forgotten what you did earlier,â he says, glancing at your crotch. You probably look as wet as you feel.Â
Yuushi plants a kiss on your forehead before heading to the kitchen, grumbling to himself as he adjusts his pants. A wide grin stretches your face, and you tug your top off with giddy laughter. The cool air breezes against your bare skin. You suck in a breath and run your hands down your chest and along the expanse of your stomach. The warmth of a fire burns beneath your fingertips, and you pause at the lace lining your waist. You tease and stretch the fabric before ultimately leaving it alone.Â
It wasnât just Yuushi who waited all week for this moment. For some reason, the two of you were never home together long enough to do much. While K kept you both plenty satisfied, only Yuushi could fill you like this. A sudden idea pops into your head that you file away for later; maybe you should introduce K to strap-ons?Â
The creak of hinges draws your attention to Yuushi leaning against the doorway. You swallow the saliva flooding your mouth before it drools onto the futon. In nothing but his boxers, he crosses his muscular arms against his broad chest. Thereâs that wolfish grin on his face as his eyes shamelessly rake over your figure. You hear the low rumble of a groan when his gaze falls on your underwear.Â
Slowly, you lean back with your forearms to support you, spreading your legs to give him a full view. A shudder ripples through your body at the way Yuushi leans forward, eyes fixated on your glistening cunt.Â
Yuushi wets his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. âLooks like youâre capable of following orders after all.â Thereâs a scrape of gravel in his tone. A roughness that poorly disguises the want in his voice.Â
âOnly when theyâre worth following,â you say. The air on your damp skin is too stimulating, and you clench around emptiness. A small whine builds in the back of your throat. Yuushi perceives the subtle movement, and the tent in his boxers twitches in response. He sizes you up with his dark eyes, inky pools of endless desire. You canât tell what heâs thinking. If you had to guess, heâs probably deciding his next move. Part of you hopes he forgot about any punishments and will ravish you the entire night instead.Â
The ache becomes too much, and you bring a hand down to ease your suffering. Before you can find any relief, Yuushi bolts. The door slams shut, and his large hands seize your wrist. You glance up at him with wide eyes, taking in his furrowed brows and bared teeth.Â
âDid I say you could touch yourself?â he asks. You know itâs a rhetorical question, but you humour him with a shake of your head.Â
âThen does that mean I can touch you instead?â you respond with a cheeky question. You donât wait for Yuushi's reply. Instead, you tug your wrist out of his grip and bring his hand up to your lips. Laving your tongue over and between his fingers, you take one digit into your mouth and suck. A sharp intake of breath graces your ears, and you watch as the resolve of the man in front of you crumbles. He reminds you of ice breaking, how a small hairline fracture can expand and shatter an entire lake.
âListen here, you little brat.â Yuushi recoils his hand and grabs your chin, turning you to meet his eyes. âIâve had enough of the teasing and attitude.â His fingers dig into your skin, and his haggard breathing fans across your face. âI oughta tie you up and teach you a lesson, but first,â he growls, pushing you flat onto your back. âFirst, I need to taste you.â He parts your legs and delves immediately between your thighs. The sudden sensation of his tongue dragging through your folds sends a chain of electric currents zapping throughout your body.Â
When his initial pace is too much, you writhe and attempt to squirm away from his touch. But this only causes him to hook his arms underneath your knees, effectively locking you in place as he doubles his efforts.Â
âYuushi! Itâs too much!â you protest, body shuddering with aftershocks as bolt after bolt of pleasure singes your core. He is relentless with his tongue. You feel something probe at your entrance. Glancing down, you watch as he slides two fingers inside you down to his knuckles. The air is punched out of your lungs when he curls them and massages your walls.
âShoulda thought about that before disobeying my orders,â he says, flicking your clit with his tongue. You throw your head back and squeeze your eyes tight, trying to ride through the onslaught of sensations. âHey, eyes down here. I wanna see your face when I make you squirt like a waterfall.â
âYuushi!â Your eyes snap open, and you blink to clear the blurriness in your vision. His smug expression taunts you with its smirk. Youâre not sure whatâs more infuriating: the fact that heâs playing your body like an expert musician, or how he looks so handsome between your thighs with his stubble and lips glistening from your arousal.
He pulls out his fingers and sucks on them with obscene slurps, moaning at the taste of you coating his tongue. âWhat? Itâs not embarrassing if it makes you horny as hell. But then again, you always did like it when I humiliated you a bit,â he says with a grin.
Trembles ripple through your body. âI do not,â you snap, teeth gnashing together as the words wrestle to escape.Â
Yuushi smiles, and you know he doesnât believe you. Heck, you donât even believe yourself with how enthusiastically you denied it. âMhm. So then why take those pictures in the parking lot? In broad daylight, too,â he points out. Yuushi kisses the pulse point on your neck before inserting his fingers into your cunt again. âAdmit it, youâre lewd, Angel.â His voice is low, taunting. It fills your body with warmth and desire, driving you mad. Sometimes you wonder if Yuushi is secretly a demon trying to seduce you out of your soul, and you would all too gladly give it to him.Â
âI'm not,â you whine as he crooks his fingers to reach the sensitive area inside you. His digits are long and thick. Theyâre a lot larger than yours, and dear lord does the stretch feel amazing. He has the mind-numbing ability to stimulate you in all the right places; itâs like he knows your body better than you do. Once Yuushi notices something feels good for you, he abuses that spot until your eyes roll into the back of your head.Â
âReally? Coulda had me fooled. I mean, câmon, look at you grippinâ my fingers so tight.â He strains his fingers in a scissoring motion, and you look away in embarrassment at how much resistance your body puts up. He chuckles and grinds the heel of his palm against your clit. âDonât you worry, Iâll fill ya up real good soon,â he promises, kissing behind your ear sweetly.Â
You fist the blankets beneath you, worried that your soul will float away at any second now. âIf you keep talking like that, Iâm going to cum,â you warn him. But with the way youâre practically riding his hand, you know itâs only a matter of time before you hit your peak.Â
Yuushiâs teeth scrape gently along your ear, and you can feel his hot breath panting against your skin. âThatâs the point, Baby. I want you to climax around my fingers as I whisper all the filthy things Iâm gonna do to ya in your ear.â
âYuushi!â You clench at his words. Some of the things this man says drive you insane.Â
âThatâs my name. Scream it some more for me,â he commands, and you comply. If the neighbours didnât hear you before, they sure have now. Â
Your voice rises in pitch, a mess of whines and moans. Yuushi praises you and maintains his relentless speed until the pressure building in your core threatens to explode. âIâm close. Can I cumâplease? Please let me cum,â you say. Itâs right there, you can feel it drawing nearer. But your body tightens up and leaves you teetering on the edge, a response that now feels as automatic as breathing.Â
A pleased hum rumbles in Yuushiâs throat. âGood, you still remember how to ask for permission.â His other hand cradles your cheek to face him, and he plants a kiss on the side of your sweaty forehead. âGo ahead, Sweetheart. Cause after this, I ainât gonna be so nice.â
Thatâs all you needed to hear. âThank you, thank you, thank you!â you babble, back arching when Yuushi focuses on your G-spot. Thereâs a heat that consumes your entire being. It started in your core, and now itâs leaching through your system, turning your bones and muscles to liquid.Â
You canât think, can barely hear Yuushiâs words of encouragement over the thundering of your heartbeat. Every breath you take fills your senses with sex and sweat. You donât even register the sound of your voice keening when Yuushi circles your clit with his thumb, bringing you to orgasm. And the pleasure slams into you, a force so powerful that your hips buck from the whiplash.Â
âThatâs right, cum all over my fingers,â Yuushi says, not once breaking eye contact. He kisses the tears forming at the corners of your eyes. âLook at you, youâre gushing.â Yuushi thrusts his fingers a few times to emphasize the resulting squelches. The warm baritone of his delighted laugh makes your chest feel as fuzzy as your head. âGod, youâre so fuckinâ cute! Has anyone ever told ya that?â He peppers your face with kisses, moving his fingers gently to trigger the aftershocks of your orgasm before withdrawing. âEnough, itâs time for your punishments. You need to be taught a lesson.â
You swallow a greedy gulp of air, and the room fills with the sounds of your laboured breaths. Your eyes flutter open to see Yuushi licking his fingers clean. âAnd what lesson would that be?â you ask, correcting yourself when you catch your mistake.âSir.â
His smile stretches wide, and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. âWouldnât you like to know?â Yuushi gestures with his head. âOpen the top drawer.â
Sitting up, you reach over to the nightstand, curious as to what he had in store for you. You pick up and run a hand along the smooth satin strip. ââŠA blindfold?âÂ
Yuushi hears the lilt in your tone and nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders, but the smirk on his face is nothing short of mischievous. âYou wonât be needing your sight for this one,â he says. You glance at the fabric hesitantly. Youâve never done this before. âHey, you donât have to. Remember the safe word. But I promise to make you feel good.â He rests a hand on your thigh and squeezes gently.Â
The flesh of your bottom lip rolls over your teeth as you stare at the black fabric in your hand. You glance at Yuushi, whoâs watchingâwaiting patiently for your answer. A simmering heat coils in the pit of your stomach, and you realize you want this. You hold out the blindfold to him and say, âPlease punish me, Sir.â The grin on his face raises the goosebumps on your skin, and you wonder if youâll come to regret this decision.Â
âThatâs my Angel, so good for me,â he coos, taking the blindfold from you. Soon, the world disappears into darkness. The satin is smooth against your skin, and you can feel Yuushi fiddling with your hair to check itâs not tangled with the fabric. His warm breath tickles your ear, and you jolt from the unexpected puff of air. âDo you know why youâre here?â Heâs testing you, curious to see how youâll respond.Â
âNo,â you answer, unable to control the upward curve of your lips.Â
Yuushiâs chuckle is full of mirth and makes your chest squeeze tight. âNo? That smile on your face wouldnât mean youâre hiding something, would it?â he asks, the grin in his tone evident. Your head turns to where you think heâs standing, and youâre greeted by the caress of his thumb tracing your lips.Â
âMaybe,â you say with a shrug. âMy smile is like the Mona Lisaâs, who knows what it means.â The finger on your lips drops, and you wish you could see the expression on his face. But you can picture it perfectly in your mind. You can envision his dark eyes staring you down as both his brows move in opposite directions and the clench of his jaw that always accompanies his irritated smirk.Â
Yuushi huffs and teases one of your nipples with a quick pinch. The sudden sensation tugs at your navel, and the rest of your body jerks along from the force. âI didnât blindfold and strip you naked to have you give me an art lecture,â he says, easing the sting with a light massage.Â
You lean into his touch, chest rising with shallow breaths. âThen why donât you explain to me why Iâm here?â You hum and tilt your head slightly, waiting for his answer. The hand on your breast disappears, and the sudden cold prickles the goosebumps on your skin. Something brushes against your hair, causing you to jump.Â
Yuushi traces your ear, rubbing the soft cartilage between his fingers. âListen. You donât know how to listen,â he says, giving a playful tug on your earlobe.Â
âI prefer the term selective hearing,â you say with a cheeky grin.Â
Your retort is met with a scoff. Suddenly, Yuushiâs scent fills your senses, and you can feel his breath against your lips. You lean forward, eager to make contact, but youâre met with nothing but thin air. âSounds like youâre just plain ignoring my orders,â Yuushi says.Â
Your mouth opens before you have time to think. âMm, I think you mean to say that I creatively find loopholes to take advantage of.â
His laughter rings throughout the room. âWell, you wonât be able to loophole your way outta this situation.â Thereâs a bravado in his tone that kicks your brain into overdrive. What does he have planned? Yuushiâs voice draws you out of your thoughts. âI hope you remember that orgasm I gave ya, 'cause itâs gonna be a while till your next one,â he purrs, kissing along your jawline.Â
You tilt your head back, inhaling sharply when his lips move to your neck. âWhy? Got performance anxiety?â you ask, shamelessly dragging your hands down his broad chest, resting against the hard muscles of his abdomen. You can feel him tremble under your touch, and you remember how sensitive he must be. While itâs true that he hasnât been abstaining from sex, itâs been a good week or two since youâve touched him like this. Yuushi would never admit that heâs close to cumming in his pants. Heâd rather die and haunt you with K first.Â
Yuushi stills your wandering hands with a firm grip and drops them at your sides. âKeep digging that hole youâre in, Sweetheart. Iâm not the one being punished,â he says.Â
You reach a tentative hand forward and once again feel nothing but air. Your ears perk at the sound of a whoosh and the slight squeak of wheels. You turn your head to face the side of the bed. âWhatâre you doing?â you ask.Â
The sound of rummaging and objects colliding with one another fills the otherwise silent room. The noises end with a triumphant shout from Yuushi, and his footsteps pad closer to you. âContinuing where we left off before you went to the store,â he replies, pausing in his steps. You frown and tilt your head at the sudden silence. Yuushi whistles, low and impressed. âWow, you lookâŠ.â
You lean back and strike a pose. âRavishing? Stunning? Drop dead gorgeous?â The smile on your face stretches wide, and your teeth form a barricade to prevent your heart from spilling onto the floor every time it leaps into your throat.Â
Yuushi snickers and cups your face in his hands. âI need to do something about that mouth of yours. âŠBut yes, all that and more,â he admits. The apples of your cheeks prickle, tingling with a heat that spreads to your ears and neck. âHeh. Your face is burning up. So cute.â He peppers you with kisses, throwing tinder on the fire blazing beneath your skin. âLie down for me.â
You comply, flopping down, and the mattress dips from the sudden weight. Something soft and thin tickles your stomach, travelling up your sternum and between your breasts. âWhat the fuck was what?!â you squeal, squirming to get away.Â
A large hand on your abdomen pins you in place. âYouâll find out soon enough,â Yuushi says. The tickling sensation circles around and moves downward, inching slowly closer to your core. âJust sit back, relax, and donât cum unless I tell ya to.â
Easier said than done. Youâre convinced this man is trying to torture you to death. Time is difficult to grasp when you canât look at any of the clocks in the room. Your brain has almost turned to complete mush from all the teasing. âYuushi⊠please!â you cry out, hips bucking when he smacks the folded-up fabric against your clit.Â
âUh uh. You didnât want to listen to me. Now Iâm not gonna listen to you.â Yuushi ignores your pleas and delivers another strike, this time just above where your pubic mound is. âBeg all ya want, Sweetheart. It ainât gonna do ya any good,â he says. A sob chokes your throat. It feels like all your nerve endings are on fire, sensitive to the slightest stimulation.Â
And finally, it stops. Your chest heaves with ragged breaths, and you canât help but squirm in place. Yuushi grabs your wrists and brings them together above your head. He wraps something around them, and you think back to earlier, before you left for the store. âIs this⊠your tie?â you ask, swallowing the lump in your throat.Â
Yuushi fiddles with the knot he made, tugging at the fabric to ensure itâs not too tight. âWhy? Were you hoping for fuzzy handcuffs instead?â
You shake your head, grateful that the blindfold gives you an excuse to avoid eye contact. âNo, I like the tie. Makes me feel like weâre roleplaying an office fantasy,â you admit. It would be a lie to say you havenât thought about showing up to one of his office jobs while heâs working overtime. Youâve already thought of the perfect excuse. You would show up with dinner you made and packed for him, and his shift would end with him pounding you into his table, shaking the cubicle walls. You sigh and dismiss the daydream; perhaps next time when he picks up another job.Â
Yuushi groans, and you can hear the slight pitch of need in his tone. âDamn, Angel. For someone with such a nice nickname, you have a filthy mind.â
An impish grin stretches your lips. âYou like my filthy mind.â
âHell yeah I do.â Yuushi leans down to press a kiss against your forehead, and you can feel the affection in his gaze. âNow spread your legs so I can fuck you.â
The emotional whiplash draws an outburst of laughter from you that makes your belly ache. You canât see, but Yuushi smiles at you with eyes softer than room-temperature butter. You spread your legs at the crinkle and tearing of a wrapper. A tap against your swollen clit takes you by surprise, sending a jolt of pleasure that contributes to the growing mess between your thighs. You grumble under your breath, waiting for him to thrust into you.Â
Another tap lodges the words in your throat. âSorry, what was that?â Yuushi asks, feigning ignorance. Your lips form a thin line, glued shut by embarrassment. He rubs the head of his cock through your folds, teasing your entrance. âI need words, Baby. Tell me what you want me to do.â
You bite your lip, your stomach fluttering in a frenzy. You think Yuushi gets off on your begging. âFuck me, Sir. Please fuck meââ
The air is punched out of your lungs, and your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head from the fullness you feel. Yuushi remains motionless, cock buried deep inside of you. A warm hand on your abdomen causes your body to jolt. The rough pads of his fingers rub against your skin, pressing down ever so slightly.Â
The world becomes darker than it already is, and you look around in confusion until the smooth baritone of Yuushiâs voice greets your ears. âCan you feel that, Sweetheart? Can you feel me pressing deeply into you?â Your head feels light from the intensity of his familiar scent. The tingling in your skin buzzes from his proximity.Â
You suck in a breath and slowly nod. The pressure in your lower abdomen builds, and suddenly you can feel the head of his cock brush against your walls, pushing against the sensitive spongy area. You have to clench your teeth to hold back the cry that claws its way up your throat, banging against the enamel. Who knows what heâll do to you if he finds out how heightened your sensitivity has become.Â
Yuushi kisses the side of your neck, his delighted laugh vibrating throughout your skin in ripples. âYouâre holdinâ on to me so tight, and I havenât even started moving yet,â he says, kneading the meat of your thighs. The fullness can only satisfy you so much. Your hips buck instinctively, seeking any friction. Yuushi hisses through clenched teeth and digs his fingers into your skin. He draws back slowly before thrusting back into you. Your wrists burn against the restraint, and Yuushi has to pin them down to prevent you from squirming further.Â
âYuushi, please,â you beg, voice wavering with tears.Â
âI will, Angel. I will. Just gotta be good and Iâll give ya what you want soon.â His words bring little comfort, nor does his large hand caressing your cheek. The heat in your core burns like a raging fire, consuming everything in its path and leaving destruction in its wake. You need him to move, to do somethingâanything. Any attempt to take control of the situation is thwarted with a slap to your pubic mound.Â
âIs this being good?â Yuushi asks, although from the dry tone in his voice, you can tell the question is rhetorical.Â
You bite your lip and shake your head.Â
âWhat happens when youâre bad?â He asks another question, already knowing the answer when your body clenches in response. âYouâre so desperate, youâre willing to get punished to speed things along. Ainât that right?â
Once again, the air is knocked out of you, and all you can manage is a wheezing âYes.â Your palms sting from your nails digging into them. The pain is the only thing keeping you sane during this prolonged torture. âAnything you want,â you add in your desperation.Â
Yuushiâs pondering hum quickly turns into a dark chuckle. A shudder wracks your body at the sinful sound. âRemember this morning?â He doesnât give you time to answer. âWhen you said you were sorry,â he says, as if the small detail is enough to jog your memory.Â
Your head tilts to the side, and your lips remain pursed in silence.Â
âYou might not be bent over my knee, but why donât ya turn around and get on all fours. Show me that you really mean it,â Yuushi says.Â
You flex and unflex your hands. The ache in your upper arms makes his offer tempting. âI would love to, Sir,â you say.Â
And so Yuushi backs away to give you space, leaving you unbearably empty. Your arms come down, and you ignore the ache in them as you sit up to get into position. Itâs difficult with a blindfold on, but you think youâve managed to turn 180 degrees.
Quiet snickers say otherwise, and your lips form into a pout. âYouâre a little off the mark,â Yuushi says.Â
âShut up and help me,â you grumble, leaning forward onto your forearms.Â
Warm hands grab your butt and gently steer you into the correct orientation. You blindly search for a pillow and stuff it underneath your hips, resting comfortably in position. With your head resting on your crossed arms, you call out to him.Â
âDonât you want your apology?â You taunt him with a hypnotizing sway of your hips. The air feels deliciously cool against your burning skin, and every movement you make is accompanied by a wet stickiness.Â
A large hand cups your bottom, kneading the plump and pliant flesh. Yuushi's thumb grazes your puckering asshole, teasing with the slightest application of pressure. âDepends on how sincere it is,â Yuushi says, watching you melt underneath his touch.Â
This is what you wanted, what youâve been waiting and riling him up for. But thereâs a part of you that wonders how much further you can push him. With less blood directed to your brain, a grand idea pops into your head.Â
âIsnât that why Iâm being punished? Arenât you supposed to teach me why I should be sorry?â You sigh and prop your chin up with a hand. âSo far, I havenât learned a single thing. As far as I can tell, I didnât do anything wrong, so why should I apologize?â
Yuushi lets out a short, breathy laugh, filled with disbelief and tinged with agitation. âYou didnât do anything wrong?â he asks, to which you shake your head. âSweetheart, if I had to spank ya for every wrongdoing this month, you would be a sopping mess.â
âProve it,â you say, unwilling to believe your list of misdeeds is that long. You inch backwards, letting out a pleased purr when you feel Yuushi's erection poke you. Pinning it against his abdomen, you move your hips in slow strokes and circles. A sharp sting on your bottom causes your movements to stutter, and a short moan falls from your lips.Â
âYouâre gonna regret sayinâ that,â Yuushi growls, fingertips bruising into your hips to still them. You squirm beneath himâa mistakeâand you earn another spank just as harsh as the last one. He shoves two fingers into your cunt, and the squelch it makes has the tips of your ears burning. âYa hear that, baby? Only two spanks and listen to how wet you are.â
âIs that the best you can do? Iâm not even that wet,â you say, clenching your teeth when he strokes your walls.Â
âWhy donât you stop grippinâ me so tight then? Canât do a thing if you wonât let me go.â
âIâm not.â
âYeah?â He brings another hand and snakes it around your waist, trailing down to pet your clit. If it werenât for the pillow supporting you, you would have slumped flat onto the bed by now. âNot holdinâ on to me like a vice with that tight cunt of yours?â Each stroke creates a ripple that sends your walls into a fluttering frenzy, and you can feel the pressure building in your core.Â
Then all of a sudden his touch leaves your frazzled and on-edge body. In the darkness, the drumming of your heartbeat pounds against your eardrums, drowning the heavy pants that heave your lungs. You glance around but canât tell where Yuushi is now. Rubbing your thighs together only forces you to be aware of the slickness coating them and how swollen your clit is.Â
âYuushi?â you call out to him, tugging at the bindings around your wrists. After a pause, your shriek tears through the silence. The familiar pain in your ass sends throbs of pleasure pulsating in your core. You wait for him to say somethingâanything. And then you realize the cheeky man is being quiet on purpose. With the blindfold on, youâll never be able to anticipate his next move. âYouâre an asshole.â You spit the words with venom, expecting another spank.
Silence.Â
Nothing.Â
You gain a boost of confidence and start spewing strings of curses, calling him names that you would never say to his face unless you had a death wish. The breath youâve been holding exhales in a huff through your nose, and you slump a little into the mattress.Â
The fabric grazing your eyelids starts to irritate you. You didnât like the sensation of your eyelashes brushing stiffly against the blindfold. Darkness consumes you, and your wrists start to ache from your attempts to pull them apart. You squirm, the ache between your thighs clouding your thoughts.Â
What was taking him so loâ
Slam.Â
The sudden force sends you face-planting into the mattress. Your thighs tremble like the aftershocks of an earthquake, and your lungs scream at you to remember how to breathe.Â
Full.Â
You feel so full.Â
The slight burn doesnât even register in your brain as your walls readily stretch to accommodate Yuushiâs girth. He remains motionless, buried deep inside you, and a small whine pitches from your throat. Another spank smarts your ass, and you keen underneath him with a whimper, back arching for more.Â
âHeh. Youâre goinâ crazy around me. Is that on purpose?â Yuushi asks, fingers kneading your plump cheeks before delivering another swift hit. He hisses through his teeth. âYou like that?â
You shake your head. A half-hearted noise to voice your dissent dies in your throat.Â
âDonât be shy. You know I love hearing my sweet Angel make some noise.â Yuushi swears under his breath. âDamn, I really did a number on ya,â his fingers drag across your sore bottom, âlook at how sensitive you are.â He chuckles, and the sound is a sinful melody played for your ears only.Â
Another spank, lighter this time, but it still overwhelms you with the sting it brings. The corners of your eyes burn with unshed tears as the pain borders on pleasure.Â
âMâsorry,â you mumble.Â
The room echoes with the slap of flesh. You grit your teeth and bunch the sheets in your fist.Â
âWhat was that? I couldnât hear ya,â Yuushi taunts. Another spank, and the impact leaves your lower body throbbing and needy.Â
âIâm sorry!â The blindfold is damp against your eyes, and you resist the urge to tear it off your face.Â
âAn apology? Wasnât expecting one so soon,â he clucks his tongue, âbut what are you sorry for?â
You avert your gaze to the side, knowing that he can't even see your eyes.Â
âYou canât just say sorry and not admit your wrongdoings.â Yuushi tuts at your continued silence. âThought I was gonna let ya go so easy?â He soothes the sting with slow circles before he lifts his hand for another spank.Â
You bite your lip, flinching at the contact. âIâm sorry,â you repeat.Â
âFor?â
A brief reprieve lets you scramble through your thoughts.Â
âFor teasing you,â you say, sucking in a breath when your ass stings with a familiar pain.Â
âAnd?â
You clench your teeth, writhing to get away from his overstimulating touch. He holds your hips firmly.Â
âFor being late when I said it would only take me an hour.â A loud moan falls from your lips at the next spank, and your clit throbs for attention.Â
Yuushi kneads your ass, probably enjoying your overly sensitive reactions. âWhat else?â he asks.Â
You swim through the fog in your brain, but your tongue feels like a lump of lead in your mouth. You part your lips, but nothing comes out.Â
Suddenly, it feels like the world has been tilted off-axis. You careen backwards and land against a solid wall with a thud. Yuushiâs hot breath tickles your ear. The wall is too soft to be anything but muscle, and Yuushiâs arm is wrapped around your midsection.Â
You squirm, only to have your sensitive cunt rub against more skin. Startled, you lower your hands to support yourself, blindly feeling around the darkness to grasp your surroundings. You reach the end of whatever it is youâre sitting on and squeeze the large, round object.Â
The vibrations from Yuushiâs chuckle rumble against your back. âAre ya done feelinâ up my knee yet?â he asks, pinching one of your nipples.Â
You squeak and dig your nails into his knee, digging harder when a jolt of pleasure takes you by surprise. He gives your pubic mound a lighter smack, and you have to strain your ears to hear his pleased hum.Â
He repeats slapping your pubic mound, using various strengths and alternating between teasing touches to your clit. You blink, the sting in the corner of your eyes trickles and seeps into the blindfold.Â
âIâm not stopping till you say it,â he says.Â
You lean against his chest with a groan, tilting your head back and hope he can feel the heat of your glare through the fabric.Â
âPoutingâs not gonna help you, Baby,â he says, flattening his hands against your stomach and sliding them up to cup your breasts.Â
He nibbles on the rim of your ear, trapping your hardened nipples between his pointer and middle finger, rolling and tugging on the sensitive buds.Â
You arch into his touch, feeling that delicious drag of friction against your clit again. Your mouth opens with heavy pants and soft gasps as you grind against his leg.Â
âI didnât say you could help yourself,â he chuckles, hands steadying your hips. âThis is the part where youâre supposed to beg me. âOh, Yuushi, please stuff me with your fat, magnificent cock,ââ he taunts, pitching his voice to mimic yours.Â
You whip your head around. âI do not sound like that.â
Yuushi pecks your scrunched-up nose, resting his head against yours. âSure ya do,â he says, nuzzling into you. âNow hold on so I can fuck you properly.â A tug and the tie binding your wrists is removed.Â
âWhat?â Before you can say more, he grabs you by your hips, and his leg disappears underneath you. Your hands instinctively grasp onto his arms as youâre lifted higher. The tip of his cock prods at your entrance
âYuushi,â you moan, digging your nails into his arms.Â
âStay still. I donât want to drop you,â Yuushi chuckles breathily, âI donât wanna break my dick either.â
If anything, youâre the one whoâs going to break after this.Â
It burns as your entrance stretches to accommodate his girth. He slides inside inch by inch until youâre fully seated on his cock.Â
Your breath hitches; he feels deeper than usual in this position.Â
Yuushiâs hand splays on your stomach, rubbing small circles until he presses down.Â
âHng!â You throw your head back and clench tightly around him. You can feel him pressing into you.Â
âThought you would like that,â Yuushi chuckles, grinding against your G-spot. âYou wanna feel good, donât ya?â
You nod frantically, biting on your lip to stop the moans from spilling out.Â
The more pressure he puts on your lower abdomen, the harder you can feel his cock press into you.Â
âDidnât you have something to say to me?â Yuushi asks. The shit-eating grin is evident in his tone.
You huff out a high-pitched whine and squirm in place, shuddering when he delivers another slap to your swollen clit.
âIâm sorry⊠that youâre terrible at giving orders,â you snark.
He tenses behind you, and your lips twist into a triumphant smirk.
Yuushi clicks his tongue. âSeems like you forgot all your manners while Iâve been gone,â he says. âLooks like I have a lot to teach you again tonight.â His hand resumes massaging your lower abdomen, and all your nerve endings are on fire.
Every contact plucks on the knot forming in your stomach. Occasionally, Yuushi's cock will throb inside you and brush against your cervix.
Your body is taut, wired with the pleasure that courses through your veins with each touch from his skillful hands.
But as nice as it feels, his hips remain stationary. Youâve been sitting and making a mess on his cock for what feels like an eternity. Youâre starting to become too sensitive, ready to explode the second he decides to give you more.
Your resolve, along with your sanity, begins to crumble.
You try pushing his buttons, but he knows you too well.Â
He knows youâre trying to get a rise out of him, make him lose control. But Yuushi didnât survive corporate slavery and temp jobs without learning a thing or two about patience.
No. Yuushi wants to savour you. He wants to watch you do your best at riling him up, only to end up in tears, eyes rolled into the back of your head as he brings you to another orgasm. Itâs been too long since he heard you beg. The way you cry out his name almost immediately makes him cum prematurely. Not to mention how cute it is when you thank him every time for fucking your brains out.
Yuushiâs cock throbs painfully, and he has to distract his mind with other things.
His hands return to your perky nipples, pinching and twisting the sensitive buds.
âYou like it when I touch you here, huh?â he taunts.
âNo!â you moan a little too loudly.Â
He smirks and drags his hands south. âNo? What about here then?â His thumb massages around your clit. Your walls clench so tightly around him that Yuushi thinks he canât move even if he wanted to.Â
You grit your teeth, unable to stop the trickle of drool that dribbles from the corner of your lips. âFuck me,â you hiss.Â
âThatâs the plan,â Yuushi says. He delivers a light slap to your pubic mound. âIf you werenât such a fucking brat.â
You whine and rock your hips, grinding your clit against him, breath hitching when his cock puts pressure on your G-spot. Yuushi lifts you up and drops you on his length. All the air is punched from your lungs as pleasure tingles in your belly.Â
You place your palms against his abdomen for leverage, but his hands prevent you from squirming. He looks at you expectantly.Â
âFine,â you bite your lip, âIâm sorry for not keeping my promise to come home on time,â you say. Yuushiâs fingers drift back to your clit, rubbing the swollen area that clogs your throat with half-formed sentences. âI intentionally disobeyed your instructions. I didnâtâIâm sorry, Sir.â
Yuushi studies your appearance. âRide me,â he commands.Â
Just like that?
No mention of your punishment?
Normally, you would question him, but your lust-addled brain is screaming for you to move. Your hips bounce before you can think much, chasing a high heâs repeatedly snatched away.Â
âLook at you,â Yuushi purrs, hands roaming your body as you continue to ride him. âDoin' so good for me,â he praises.Â
âYuushi,â you whine, ignoring the burn in your thighs.Â
âAre you gonna promise to behave now?â His words jeer at you, poking holes in your will to disobey.Â
The haze in your mind inhibits rational thought, and thereâs only one thing you can think about.Â
The heat pooling in your lower abdomen bubbles, but itâs far from spilling over.Â
God, you want to cum so bad.Â
Yuushiâs deep chuckle fills the room. âI havenât nearly teased you enough to render you stupid,â he says. His large hands lift you up slightly, and he snaps his hips flush against you. âSo use your fucking words.â
You claw at his chest, shaking and gasping for air. The blindfold covering your eyes is suddenly a nuisance. You want to see his face, the way his eyes steel when he delivers an order.Â
While you canât see anything, it heightens the rest of your senses. The room reeks of sex and sweat, and you can feel Yuushi pressing deep inside, throbbing occasionally.Â
âIâm not gonna ask a second time,â he says.Â
You moan, itâs long and drawn out. Yuushi shudders underneath you.Â
âCan I cum, please? Please, Yuushi?â You babble, whimpering every time his cock strokes your walls just right. âPlease, can I cum?â
His warm hand cups your face. âLook at you, pretty thing. Such a fuckin' mess for me, yeah?â Yuushi drops his touch to your clit, teasing the swollen bundle of nerves. âYou can wait a bit longer, right?â
You whine on top of him, nails sinking into his broad chest. His laughter follows the feeble shake of your head.Â
âI canât, Sir. If I have to wait any longer, Iâll die,â you say. Your hips stutter, chest heaving for air as it takes more and more effort to lift yourself. âIâll listen to anything you say, so please!â
âAnything?â Yuushi drawls. You can hear the wicked grin in his tone. âYâknow, thereâs something I havenât seen ya do in a while.â Your back smacks into the mattress, and he pushes your knees up to your chest.Â
âWhatâs that?â you ask, holding your breath in anticipation. The pleasure in your core slowly inflates like a balloon, stretching your muscles taut. You feel the indomitable pressure of your impending orgasm.Â
Yuushiâs stubble scrapes the side of your face as his hot breath ghosts your ear. âI want the sheets to smell like you,â he growls.Â
Yuushiâs thrusts become harsh and relentless, driving your pleasure closer to its peak.Â
All your thoughts turn to dust as he cages you beneath his body, reaching deep inside of you. His cock rubs against your walls in all the right places, and that familiar pressure builds in your core.Â
You can feel him throbbing inside of you, swelling as you mewl underneath him.
âYuushi,â you whimper, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.Â
His throaty chuckle is sin itself, a poison that drips into your ears and slowly drives you mad. âYeah, Baby? You wanna cum? Wanna gush all over my cock?â Yuushi sucks on a pulse point on your throat, laving his tongue over your racing heartbeat.
âYes, yes, please.â You chant his name like a prayer as the pleasure inside you nears its tipping point.Â
You feel him smirk against your skin. âThen do it,â and he sinks his teeth into your shoulder.
All the euphoria hits you at once, like a wave crashing onto the shore, completely obliterating everything in its path. The intense pressure gives way and releases in streams of liquid, coating the inside of your thighs.Â
Yuushi doesnât stop. He continues with his movements, exaggerating his thrusts to draw out the squelches of your climax. âYouâre so hot when you squirt,â Yuushi groans, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. His tongue pushes against yours, tangling together until he leaves you breathless. He wipes the trail of drool from your chin with his thumb and moans when you wrap your lips around his finger.
You can feel his cock swell inside, and he climaxes soon after, twitching as he empties his load. He pulls out, and you can hear him pull off and discard the used condom.
Yuushi sighs, âShit, Iâm kinda mad I didnât get to see your face when you came.â His fingers toy with your blindfold, and a glimmer of hope sprouts in your chest. âWe can fix that.â
Youâre blinded. The natural light from the windows is painful to your eyes, having grown accustomed to pitch darkness. You squint and blink rapidly, waiting for the spots of light in your vision to dissipate. Yuushi presses a kiss to each of your eyelids, and the first thing you see properly is his soft smile.
âI missed seeing your face,â he says.
âI missed being able to see,â you respond.
Yuushi laughs and pinches your nipple. âI give ya the best orgasm in weeks, and you canât even pretend to miss me?â
âI wasnât missing out on much,â you say, grinning when you feel his cock harden against you.
âNot much, huh?â Yuushi trails a hand down and runs his fingers through your wet folds, gliding with ease over your swollen clit. âSince I donât add much, how about I lie here and you do all the work?â He flops onto the futon and tosses another condom at you, his cock rising at full mast. âRide me; show me that you donât need my help to cum.â
You huff and tear open another wrapper, straddling him once the condom is pulled all the way down. Youâre going to show him that you can climax just as well without his assistance. His cock impales you, and you bite your lip to hold back the moans. Youâre still sensitive from your previous orgasm, walls fluttering around his thick shaft.Â
âIâm not seeing much movement,â Yuushi rests his hands behind his head, grinning up at you. Thereâs an air of sultry effortlessness surrounding him, and it sparks the kindling in your core.Â
âDonât rush me,â you snap, lifting your hips and slamming them down. A gasp hitches in your throat, and you lean your hands on Yuushi's chest for support.Â
âYou alright there, Angel?â His hands massage the meat of your thighs. âYouâre not seeing stars already, are you?â
You donât dignify him with a response, slowly building a rhythm with your hips. His cock reaches all the right places, and each bounce leaves you gasping for air.
Yuushiâs hands rest on your waist, providing a means of support despite his supposed indifference. âDoes it feel good when you get to use me like this? Like Iâm your own personal fuck toy?â he asks, eyes trailing your form with reverence.Â
You shudder. Yuushi has a penchant for talking dirty, and he doubles down because he knows it turns you on.Â
âFucktoys donât talk,â you grit your teeth to barricade a moan, but the arch of your back betrays the pleasure you feel. Your hand drifts up to tease your hardened nipples, pinching and rolling them between your fingers.Â
Yuushiâs eyes darken, his hands twitch against your skin, but remain in place. He watches with enraptured attention, rubbing small patterns into your shaking thighs.
âThis one does. Whatâs the difference between this and watching a tape while using a toy?â
You snort, âSo what are you then? Some all-in-one smart toy?Â
âDesigned for your pleasure,â he grins, sounding straight out of a cheesy commercial.Â
You laugh and smack his chest lightly. âStop. Youâre such an idiot sometimes.â Your comment doesnât have any real bite to it, not when you gaze at him so fondly.Â
Yuushi remains undeterred, leaning up for a kiss, to which you happily comply. His lips are soft, moving slowly to intoxicate you with his sweetness. He pulls away, and a puff of air ghosts your mouth. âAre you gonna keep calling me names, or are you gonna ride me like your life depends on it?â Yuushiâs signature smirk returns, egging you on.Â
You clench tightly around him, taking his hiss as a small victory. âI can do both, canât I?â you say, flashing him an innocent smile as your hands trail down his chest.Â
âMmm, I donât know.â He lifts your hand and kisses your knuckles, grinning into them. âYou tend to lose all mental capacity once you really start feeling it.â He chuckles when you wrinkle your nose. âItâs cute. I like watching you lose control. Makes me happy to know I make you feel that good.â
You cup his face, capturing his mouth in a heated kiss. âThen shut up and let me ride you.â
You resume your pace, grinding your hips against his pelvis and biting your lip as every movement stimulates your clit. You angle your thrusts, knowing exactly where you want him to hit. Yuushi trembles beneath you at the broken moans you let out, and his fingers dig into your ample flesh.Â
Your skin sheens in the light, chest heaving as your thighs burn with a sharp ache. You boasted earlier, but now youâre almost ready to tap out after a few minutes. Maybe you should ask Yuushi what he does to be so fit.Â
âYouâre so beautiful, yâknow that?â His words snap you out of your daze, and you become increasingly aware of how your pants fill up the room. You try to steady your pulse, stilling your hips to catch your breath.Â
The sting of embarrassment sends a new wave of heat across your face and flushes it downwards to the rest of your body. âYuushi,â you whine, unable to look him in the eye.Â
âI can feel how tight youâre squeezing me. Touch yourself some more. Pretend itâs me thatâs doing it,â Yuushi says, massaging your thighs. His hands move to cup the swell of your ass and deliver a swift spank.Â
You purse your lips, but the throbbing in your core holds every thought ransom. You tilt your face towards Yuushi and lift your gaze from his chest to his eyes.Â
His dark irises swirl with mirth, and itâs cute how he pulses inside you the moment you make eye contact. Yuushi raises a brow, his expression prodding you to follow his orders.Â
You lift your hand and run the flat of your tongue over the pads of your fingers, coating them in your warm saliva. For fun, you begin sucking on them, exaggerating the wet slurps.Â
Yuushiâs brows knit together, and his hands flinch against your skin but remain on your waist. Youâre surprised heâs letting you get away with all this. He has more self-control than you give him credit for. To be fair, this is the man who professed his love to a woman after sleeping with her once or twice. A small huff escapes as you recall Kâs recollection of the moment.Â
âWhatâs going through that pretty mind of yours?â Yuushi asks, wondering if he did anything funny.Â
You shake your head and kiss him languidly. âItâs nothing,â you say.Â
âThat doesnât answerââ
You smash your lips together, pushing your tongue into his mouth. A thrill runs down your spine when he moans and cups the back of your neck. Yuushiâs hips buck, and you bite his bottom lip in retaliation.Â
âYouâre gorgeous,â Yuushi pants, admiring your swollen lips. His hands run up and down your thighs. âSo good for me. Now play with yourself and show me how you like it.â
You bring your hand between your legs and rub teasing circles around your sensitive clit. âOh, fuckâŠ.â you groan, throwing your head back. Your wet fingers easily glide over the bundle of nerves, and you pull back the hood to give Yuushi a good view.
Yuushi hums in appreciation. âThere we go. Your clit looks so swollen. Why donât you pay more attention to it?â he says, petting your thigh in tandem with your strokes. âYeah, just like that.â
âIâm so close,â you say, shuddering when his cock hits deep inside. Your nails scrape his chest, leaving thin red welts on his skin.Â
Yuushi groans, hypnotized by the bounce of your hips. âOh, Sweetheart. I can tell,â he says, gritting his teeth when you slam down on his length. âAre you gonna cum? Gonna milk my cock with that sweet cunt of yours?â
Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head. That familiar pressure is back, consuming all your thoughts. âYes,â you pant, bouncing on his cock despite the burn in your thighs. âEvery last drop. Wanna feel you fill me up.â And the thought of Yuushi filling you to the brim with his cum nearly makes you combust.Â
Yuushi laughs, and his cock pulses between your walls. âFuck, did I rub off on ya? Whereâd you learn to talk like that? Riling me up with those sultry eyes, youâre gonna be the death of me.â He squeezes your waist affectionately, and you already know what he wants to say.Â
You clench tightly around his length. âAh, Iâm gonna cum, Yuushi.â Your legs are close to giving out, and you donât know how much longer you can keep this up.Â
âThatâs right, Baby. Cum for me,â Yuushi commands, smiling sweetly at you.Â
âWhat about you?â
âDonât worry about me. This is about you.â He bites his lip and moans your name, meeting your gaze. âBesides, Iâm not gonna last much longer if ya keep lookinâ at me like that.â
Despite your muscles protesting, you quicken your pace, chasing a high through the pain. Each thrust sends throbs of pleasure that pulsate deep in your core, quickly ramping in intensity.Â
You clench around Yuushiâs cock, overwhelmed by the heavy pressure. Youâre right there on the edge, needing one final push.Â
Yuushiâs hands are hot against your skin, still resting on your waist. You graze a finger against your clit, imagining itâs Yuushiâs calloused hands teasing you. Small breathy gasps mix with your moans as you rub circles around the swollen bundle of nerves.Â
Your voice pitches into a whine as you beg. Youâre not sure what youâre babbling or even who itâs directed at, but your body tenses up as your orgasm hits you. With your stuttering hips, you lift yourself, only to fall back down and collapse onto Yuushi's chest with a thud.Â
Yuushi wraps his arms around you, whispering praises in your ear as he rubs your back, trailing down to squeeze your ass.Â
Little aftershocks send tremors throughout your shaking form, with even the slightest movement as you ride out your high.Â
It wasnât mind-blowing, but it still felt good. Your blood buzzes as gentle waves of pleasure roll through you, making your toes curl. You grind your hips lazily, whimpering as the sensation borders on oversensitive. Thereâs a hunger that hasnât been satisfied, and you bite your lip as greedy thoughts take over.Â
âWas it good?â Yuushi asks, fingers trailing up and down your spine.Â
You hum, head resting in the crook of his neck. âMhmm.â He feels warm underneath you; so safe. You trace the marks you left behind on his skin and sigh contentedly. You lift your chin and stare at Yuushi, memorizing the lines and contours of his face.Â
Yuushi chuckles and pets your hair, sliding his hand down to caress your cheek. âYeah, you sure showed me.â You feel him throb inside you, and a pit of dread forms in your stomach. âBut I bet I can make ya cum harder than that,â he says.Â
You hiss when he moves his hips, and your clit grinds against his pubic mound. âYuushi, please. Iâm too sensitive,â you say. Every nerve in your body is still frazzled from your recent orgasm, and even the lightest touch is amplified a thousandfold.Â
âOne more, thatâs all I ask. Can you do that for me, Baby?â Yuushi looks at you with a hopeful glint in his eyes. His hand massages the nape of your neck, and his cock throbs again, earning a low groan from you. Yuushi searches your face. âIf you really donât want to, then Iâll help you clean up, and we can cuddle in bed,â he offers.Â
The remnants of your last orgasm still have you on a high, and thereâs a tingling in your lower abdomen that nudges you to have another. Plus, Yuushi is still completely hard inside you, filling you pleasantly. Youâre already feeling so good, why not feel even better? With a warm face, you lean into Yuushiâs ear and whisper, ââŠI want more.â
Yuushi raises his eyebrows at your bashful admission. âAre you sure you can handle it?â he asks, waiting for your response. You try to nod nonchalantly, but the curve of your lips betrays your eagerness. Yuushi mirrors your expression. âYeah? Just tell me if it becomes too much and weâll stop.â
He flips you over into the missionary position, and his cock slips out from the movement. A noise of discontent rises from your throat. You already miss the feeling of being full.Â
Yuushi grabs one of your hands, bringing it up to his lips to kiss your wrist. He intertwines your fingers together and traps them against the mattress. He rubs the tip of his cock through your wet folds, nudging your clit teasingly. Your face scrunches up, earning a laugh from Yuushi, and he thrusts his entire length into you.Â
He kisses you, mumbling about how cute you are. Yuushi holds your other hand in the same fashion, now pinning both of them to the bed next to your head. He resumes thrusting, aiming perfectly for your sweet spots every single time.Â
Your legs lock around his waist, back arching to get closer to him. When you moan his name, Yuushiâs thrusts become particularly harsh. His cock drills deeper than usual, and your vision goes hazy, stinging at the corners. It feels like heâs pounding the pleasure into your body.
âLook at how eager you are, matching my thrusts,â Yuushi says. He squeezes your hands, holding them tight as he drowns you in lust. The wet slap of skin against skin echoes throughout the room, and Yuushi dips his head between your breasts, biting and marking them. Reminders of tonight that will leave your underwear damp when you think about them the next day. âSo tell me, did it feel this good when you came without my help?â Yuushi leans in, almost daring you with his eyes. âIâll know if youâre lyin',â he says.
You scoff. Yuushi's desire to be the only one capable of pleasing you is almost endearing. Sometimes youâre tempted to say otherwise to see how he reacts. âOf course. Is your dick a lie detector?â you tease, biting back a smile at his expression. His nostrils flare, accompanying the creases between his brows and the sudden flame that ignites in his irises. A thrill runs along your spine, and you unconsciously clench tighter around his cock. Deciding that youâve pushed his buttons enough for today, you decide to be upfront with your feelings. âNo. Nothing ever feels as good as you.â
Yuushiâs rigid muscles relax, and the wrinkles on his face smooth. A flash of teeth, and the low growl of Yuushiâs voice tugs at the hot coil in your abdomen. âDonât you ever forget it. I wonât let you. Iâll reach deep inside and make sure your pretty cunt never forgets the shape of my cock,â he grunts, thrusting his hips flush against yours.Â
You donât think you could ever forget this feeling, the warmth and fullness, even if you wanted to. A mind-numbing sensation that imprints its memory into every cell of your body. âOh fuck. Iâm gonna cum. Can I please cum, Yuushi? I want it so bad,â you whine, gritting your teeth when his cock presses hard against the spongy area on your walls.Â
âHow can I say no when you ask so nicely?â Yuushi grins and locks your wrists together above your head, and your skin nearly bursts into flames at the slow drag of his fingertips down your stomach. âShow me how good I make you feel. I want to see your face as you come undone. Can you be good and look at me while you cum?â
You nod. The eye contact only heightens your arousal, knowing heâs watching as you come undone. His obsession isnât limited only to you; he likes to observe all of Kâs reactions, too. He seems to find pleasure in watching yours.Â
His fingers ghost around the area surrounding your clit, leaving a trail of sparks that crackle underneath your skin and send jolts of electricity straight to your core. Yuushi watches your face carefully, holding your gaze captive with his dark eyes. âThatâs right. I want you to take a good look and remember who it is that makes you feel this way,â he says.Â
His toned body cages you against the bed, but oddly enough, you donât feel trapped. Thereâs an unspoken trust between you two. Some of Yuushiâs hair clings to his forehead, but unfortunately, you canât brush it out of the way. It does nothing to obscure the affection evident in his eyes, a look that instigates the comforting warmth which wraps itself around your ribcage and squeezes tight. Youâre in this position because you canât imagine any other man touching you like this.Â
The smile you beam at him is unmuddled by any mistruths, just pure, unadulterated love for this man before you. âYou, Yuushi. Nobody else,â you say, his name rolling sweetly off your tongue.Â
A harsh thrust rips a moan from your throat, and Yuushi stays there, buried balls-deep inside you. Heâs burning hot, throbbing as intensely as the energy pulsating in your gut.Â
Yuushiâs grip on your wrists tightens for a fraction of a second. âThere better not be anybody else,â he says, lips twisting into a frown. âWhere are my manners? Youâre about to cum arenât you?â He licks the pointer and middle finger of his free hand, massaging your swollen clit with them.Â
You nod, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.Â
He leans down to kiss your forehead, migrating to your cheeks, nose, and mouth. Yuushi pushes his tongue between your lips, swallowing your whines. His stubble prickles your skin, and youâre melting underneath his touch, bending to his will.Â
Every single nerve crackles like a live wire, and youâre one shock away from going up in flames.
Yuushi strokes your clit just the way you like it. A smug smirk pulls at his lips. âDo you think you would feel my cock better if I did this?â He releases your wrists and instead uses his hand to press on your pubic mound, massaging the area in an up and down motion.Â
The movement causes you to buck your hips, writhing beneath his large frame. All of a sudden, heâs stimulating an area that he wasnât before, and it makes your toes curl. Your body is trembling, nearly overloaded by the multiple sensations.Â
âGo on, Sweetheart. Look me in the eyes and cum all over my cock,â Yuushi grunts, thrusting into you relentlessly.Â
And like a smoking pile of dry kindling, youâre consumed all at once by an eruption of heat that sizzles through your veins as your pleasure reaches a peak.Â
Yuushi groans and follows soon after, panting with one last thrust before his hips still and his cock twitches wildly inside you. He grunts and pulls out, tossing another condom into the trash. Yuushi bends down to kiss your sweaty forehead. âYou did so good for me. Letâs get cleaned up, hm? How does a warm bath sound?â
You smile and run your fingers through his damp hair. âOnly if we get to cuddle in the tub.â
âAre you sure you want to bathe together?â Yuushi chuckles and kisses your marked skin. âDonât whine and complain about how sensitive you are later.â
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Water sloshes around you, spilling over the edge of the tub and spreading in a puddle on the tiled floor. But you donât care about the mess. Not when Yuushiâs fingers are pumping deep inside you.Â
Your lower back burns against his throbbing erection. Itâs warm and thick as his cock rests against your skin, twitching every time your hips buck against his thrusts.Â
Yuushi snickers, teasing your nipples with his other hand. âGotta get deep in there and make sure youâre clean,â he says, curling his fingers and pressing into your G-spot. âI think I found an especially dirty place.â Yuushi nibbles on your ear playfully and swears under his breath when you begin rocking your hips.Â
You trap his cock between his lower abdomen and the plump flesh of your ass. Your hands reach for the sides of the tub, fingers squeaking against the acrylic material. Using the newly added leverage, you ride his hand, gasping as your clit grinds into the heel of his palm. You donât forget about Yuushi either, rubbing yourself against his hard length, and his quiet grunts spur you on. Itâs not fair if youâre the only one being loud.Â
The warm water and steam do nothing to quench the fire overtaking your body, leaving you dizzy and panting for air. You blink through the foggy atmosphere, turning your head to capture Yuushiâs lips in a kiss. His knuckles rub along the side of your neck, and a shiver runs down your back.Â
As if sensing your anticipation, his thick fingers wrap around your throat, squeezing gently and trapping the muggy air in your lungs. He chuckles when you clench around his hand, and he reaches deeper to stroke every inch of you.Â
âFeeling woozy yet, Angel? Canât think with all the blood rushing away from your head?â Yuushi teases, pistoning his fingers at a rapid pace that leaves you a pliable mess against his chest.Â
The restricted oxygen intake heightens your senses, and you can feel every drag and stroke Yuushi administers. His fingertips rub along your slick walls and cause you to squirm in his lap. He grunts, and you still, feeling the searing heat pulsate against your lower back.Â
You press against Yuushi, lifting your hips and whining at the loss of his fingers. The head of his cock runs along the length of your folds, kissing your swollen clit before you slide down and trap his cock between your thighs. A hum buzzes in your throat at the pleasant warmth pressing against your core.Â
âWhat are youââ Before he can finish his sentence, Yuushi throws his head back, hips thrusting upwards to meet your touch. You laugh and continue massaging the tip of his cock with your fingers, smearing the overflowing pre-cum across the slit and rubbing your thumb against the frenulum. Yuushi hisses and grabs onto your waist with both hands.Â
A rush of air enters your lungs, and your chest heaves with greedy gulps. Your neck feels cold now, a layer of frost where his touch lingers. Yuushi grips bruisingly into your skin. Breathy little whimpers catch in the back of his throat at the slow rock of your hips.Â
You like seeing this needy side of him. It reminds you that he isnât as infallible as he pretends to be when giving commands or dealing out punishments. But it also reminds you how soft he is after everything is said and done. He trusts you enough to leave himself at your mercy, to take care of him just as he did for you.Â
Thereâs just something incredibly sexy about that. Yuushiâs a stubborn man, though. He wonât say outright what he wants, and so youâve become attuned to reading all the signs. The way he bites his lips at the last second to stifle a moan. His fingertips sink deep into your hips, but still give you the freedom to move at your own pace. The familiar burn of his flushed skin when he buries his face into the crook of your neck.Â
You draw out a long moan as you slide along his shaft, glancing down as your thighs devour the entire length and leave only the tip peeking out.Â
âFuuuuckkk. Youâre killing me here,â Yuushi groans from above your shoulder. You turn your head, bumping your nose into Yuushiâs cheek. A smile tugs at your lips. Heâs completely focused on your lap. You kiss along his jawline, scraping your nails against his stubble. Your hips rock slowly, releasing his cock before swallowing it back up again.Â
Yuushi reaches around to cup your breasts, and his fingers pinch and twist your nipples until your hips become sloppy. Every sharp sting from his touch sends another rush of arousal to coat your thighs. It gets to the point where Yushi glides his cock through your folds with ease. The rigid heat rubs against your core, reaching all the way to your clit and plucks at the knot forming in your stomach.Â
âYuushi,â you whimper, struggling to inhale enough oxygen. Your back arches, your body greedy for more of his touch. He shushes in response and sucks on the side of your neck, scraping his teeth over your skin. One of his hands dips, and he uses it to press his cock flush against your clit. The sudden increase of friction has your toes curling as you writhe in his embrace.
âIf you keep makin' such a lewd face while saying my name, I canât promise to be gentle anymore,â Yuushi says, lifting his hips to meet your thrusts.
You laugh and kiss his chin. âI wouldnât mind,â you say. Thereâs a brief moment where his fingers twitch against your waist, and the control in his expression slips.
Yuushi captures your lips in a heated kiss, one that leaves you panting and makes you painfully aware heâs not inside you when you clench around nothing. It stirs your desire to be filled, and you squeeze your thighs closer together.Â
âNo,â he grunts, moaning when the next thrust requires more effort to push through. âItâll be difficult for you to recover in the morning. Besides, you already learned your lesson.â Yuushi suddenly picks you up, water dripping from the two of you. He steps out of the tub and carefully sets you on the floor. âGet on your knees,â he commands.
âYes, sir.â You sink to the ground, coming face to face with his twitching cock. His scent overwhelms your senses, and the cold tiles against your skin remind you where you are. Leaning forward, youâre about to wrap a hand around his shaft when he firmly squeezes your shoulder.Â
âTurn around,â he says.
You follow his orders and turn, nearly jumping out of your skin when he grabs your arms and folds them behind your back. With one hand, he wraps his hold around where your wrists cross, and he gently pushes you forward until your chest is flush against the wet tiles.
âYuushi?â you call out to him over your shoulder, unable to completely see him. Something hot and firm brushes against your entrance, and suddenly, you forget how to breathe.
The air in your lungs grows stagnant, burning you from the inside as you wait with bated breath. Yuushi pushes your legs together and groans as he sinks his cock between your plush thighs.Â
The first few thrusts are slow, tantalizing. They work to fuel the ache in your core and coat his length in your arousal. Yuushiâs lips sear into your back, trailing along your spine in a way that leaves you trembling for more. âYou said you donât mind if Iâm a little rough?â Yuushi whispers into your ear, his voice deep and raspy. His chest presses against your back, pushing you into the floor. You nod your head, shuddering when his chuckle short-circuits your brain. âSorry, Angel, but you were good, and good brats get rewarded, not punished.â
His weight leaves your body, but youâre still restrained. Before you can voice your opinion, he thrusts harshly, and the friction nearly has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Not only is his cock rubbing against your clit, but the tiled flooring chafes against your stiff nipples. It doesnât help that the wet squelches ring in your ears, constantly reminding you how turned on this situation makes you feel.
Yuushi works at a steady pace, and a cloud of fog blankets your mind. All you can focus on is the growing heat between your legs and the pleasant tingles that trigger every time your chest comes in contact with the ground. Thereâs a distant concern over whether your nipples will be sore in the morning, but itâs quickly squashed when Yuushi delivers a sharp spank to your ass.Â
âYou like that?â Yuushi grins and rubs your bottom before spanking you again. âCan you hear how you get wetter with every hit?â
âMore,â you gasp, curling your toes as the pain fizzles into pleasure.Â
Yuushi stops, and all the building pressure and heat in your lower abdomen deflates like a balloon thatâs been released before a knot could be tied. The corners of your eyes sting, and your jaw clenches tight. You try to buck out of his grasp, but he takes advantage of his weight and your compromising position.Â
âMore what?â he spits out the âtâ and imprints his hand on your ass. The sudden force causes you to recoil, and you choke on the saliva welling in your mouth.Â
âMore, please,â you sputter, âSir.â Sweat coats your skin in the humid bathroom, and youâre starting to feel lightheaded. You can hear Yuushiâs pants, and it triggers the desire to hear him fall apart. You writhe underneath him, desperate to feel that friction again. âI want to feel your thick cock rubbing against me.â
Yuushi groans and resumes thrusting. âWhat a good fuckin' brat, being so honest with me.â Every time he buries himself in your thighs, the resounding slaps echo and bounce off the walls. Itâs almost as if he is pounding deep inside of you. âAre you gonna cum for me? Cum all over my cock?â His hips rock faster, and he uses his grip on your arms as leverage. âI wonât stop, even if you beg me to.â The tip of his member drags across your clit, prodding the swollen bundle of nerves.
Youâre pulled to your feet, and Yuushi releases your wrists, pressing you against the wall. Your hands fly up, palms slapping against the wooden panels for support. A familiar warmth encompasses your throat, and Yuushiâs other hand rests on top of one of yours. He puffs hot air into your ear, chuckling at your breathy moans. His fingers flex, intertwining with yours.
He moans your name, slotting his cock back between your thighs. âYou'd better hold on, Angel. Iâm not done with you yet,â says the man whoâs been edging you the entire time. Yuushi kisses your neck and resumes his thrusts.Â
You wheeze in a breath, nails scraping the wooden walls as Yuushiâs cock slides with ease. After all the constant stops, the pressure quickly builds in your stomach, forming a tight knot. He feels so hot against your skin, and your lips rub along his entire length. Itâs hard to think about anything other than orgasming. Youâre so close, teetering on that edge.Â
Yuushi squeezes your throat, thumb stroking your pulse. The restricted flow of oxygen increases your sensitivity. Suddenly, you become hyperaware of how good it feels when your clit catches on the head of his cock. The sensation sends jolts of electricity straight to your core.
âAre you close?â Yuushi asks. You nod as much as youâre able to. âWhatâre you waiting for? My permission? Because you have it,â he slams his hips into you, groaning your name, âso cum for me. Hard.â
Yuushi starts thrusting faster, and the onslaught of stimulation kicks your senses into overdrive. The taut string in your abdomen snaps, and your climax ricochets throughout your body, sapping all your strength and replacing it with pure pleasure.Â
True to his word, Yuushi doesnât stop. You claw at the wall and his hands, trying to escape from his grip. The corners of your eyes sting with burning tears. âYuushi,â you gasp, blinking to clear your vision. âItâs too much.â You whimper and clench tightly around nothing still. The aftershocks of your orgasm havenât subsided yet, and Yuushiâs relentless ministrations border on painful.Â
âI know you have another one in ya. You always do,â Yuushi says, squeezing your throat gently before releasing it again. You shake your head, and hot tracks run down your cheeks. âYes, you do. Be good and cum again for me.â
âI want to do it together,â you say, trying to hold back your next orgasm. Youâre still riding the high from the last one, making it far too easy to trigger the next. Yuushi knows this. He knows all the right places to touch and what to say to rile you up.Â
âTogether?â Yuushi groans, stuttering his hips. You canât tell if the throb you just felt was from him or yourself. âWho said you could be so cute, huh?â He relentlessly pounds between your thighs, aiming to stroke your clit with each thrust. âBut thatâs one of the reasons I love you.â
Your synapses are frazzled, but youâre able to register his words. âI love you tooââ your sentence cuts off with a shriek, and your orgasm hits you harder than the semi truck in Yuushiâs accident.Â
Instead of dissipating, the intense pressure in your lower abdomen bursts, and a rush of liquid leaves your body in a small stream. You have to lean against the wall for support, spasming as shudders wrack your frame.Â
Yuushi moans your name, burying his face into your shoulder as his hips buck. Thick, warm ropes of his release splatter on the wall. Some of it coats your thighs and mixes in with your arousal.Â
âDid you just?â Yuushi laughs and wraps both arms around your waist before you can slump to the ground. He peppers kisses on your back, murmuring praises. He readjusts your position to turn you around and have you lean on his chest instead.Â
Your head feels like itâs full of lead, but you manage to lift it to meet his gaze. Yuushi cups your face in his hand, thumb stroking your cheek. He leans in for a kiss, and you can feel him smile against your lips.Â
Yuushi giggles, and he pulls away, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. He coughs and looks away, squeezing your waist tight with his other arm. âHeh, sorry. I canât help it,â he says. A grin lights up his face, and he rests his forehead against yours. âCute.â
You lean into him, rubbing your noses together in an Eskimo kiss. âThank you,â you whisper.
Yuushi hugs you tight, and the air is squeezed out of your lungs. He picks you up and does a little spin, your legs locking around his waist. His laughter stirs a fuzzy warmth in your chest, and you canât help but join in. Time stops momentarily as you gaze into each otherâs eyes. The dark circles underneath his eyes are still prominent, but theyâre slowly getting lighter.Â
âCan I kiss you?â Yuushiâs breath fans against your face, and his gaze flickers to your lips.Â
âYou donât have toââ
âNo, but I felt like it,â Yuushi shrugs. His mouth grazes yours, and you feel them tingle with static. âSo? Can I?âÂ
You cup his face in your hands, staring down at him. He always calls you cute, but Yuushi can be quite adorable at times himself. Your thumbs pull at the corners of his lips. âIf I say no?â you ask, knowing very well you would never refuse.Â
Yuushi turns his head and nips at your fingertips, flicking his tongue over the smooth pads. His grin widens at your small shriek. âThatâs your loss, not mine,â he says. He chuckles at your slightly puffed cheeks. âAre you pouting, Angel?â
You squish his face together in an attempt to cleanse the bitterness from your mouth. âIâm not,â you protest.Â
Yuushi hums, barely able to pronounce his words correctly. âAnd Iâm not dying to kiss you.â He bends over, and your reflexes kick in, arms flailing to secure themselves around his neck. His hair tickles your face, and his breath feels hot against your skin. âBut we both know weâre lying, so why donât you just give in, Sweetheart?â He wets his lips, dropping his gaze. âLet me taste you again.â
You suck in a breath, inching closer till your mouths graze.Â
Yuushiâs eyes are pools of dark chocolate, tugging you into the abyss to consume your everything. He smirks and pulls a hairs breadth away, enjoying the pout on your face as you chase him.Â
Whether the sudden onset of dizziness is from the rush of blood to your head or the intoxicating scent of Yuushiâs shampoo, you dig your fingers into the hairs at the nape of his neck.Â
Teeth clash as you swallow his gurgle of surprise. You fight gravity as you press into him, moaning at the light tingles that elicit when your nipples brush against his chest. You sink your teeth into his bottom lip, giving a playful tug before you let go.Â
The adrenaline returns to your body when you feel him harden against your stomach. Your vision blurs for a second as the world rotates to the correct orientation, and Yuushi cradles the back of your neck, massaging his fingers in soothing motions. The slight nausea eases; the kisses Yuushi marks your throat with help.Â
You tilt your head back, your pleased hum buzzing against his lips.Â
âYouâre so cute when you try to take control,â Yuushi murmurs against your skin, sucking gently on your pulse point. âLetâs get you cleaned up and in bed, yeah?â
You nod, head stuffed with cotton. The walls and floors morph into something unrecognizable, and you cling tighter to the comforting warmth that embraces you.Â
A smooth voice caresses your ears, and something prickly tickles your cheek. âDonât worry, Angel. Iâll take good care of ya.â Yuushi kisses your temple, and you giggle, still high off the dopamine. His arm squeezes your waist, hand stroking your hair. He mumbles to himself, but you canât make any of it out.Â
Yuushi carries you to the stool by the shower head, and he turns you around to sit on his lap. He adjusts the temperature before washing your body. His touch is gentle, almost reverent. As his hands glide along your skin, sometimes heâll plant a kiss. On the back of your neck, along your shoulders, on the pulse point behind your ear.Â
You lean into his chest, melting into him. Yuushiâs hands reach around to cup your breasts, gently pinching your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Your back buzzes after you let out a whine, and Yuushi nibbles your ear affectionately, whispering low apologies.Â
He lets go and massages your tender peaks, murmuring praises into the nape of your neck that send a rush of warmth throughout your body.Â
âI know,â his hands skirt down your stomach, âIâm sorry.â Yuushi cleans up between your thighs, rinsing the stickiness off of them. You shudder as the water sprays the rest of your skin. âJust a little longer, Angel,â he speaks softly.Â
You sigh, blinking at the fuzzy lights in the ceiling, grounded by the random song Yuushi hums under his breath. He works quickly, showing off his intimate knowledge of every curve of your figure.Â
A creak bounces off the walls, and the water drips to a stop. The air trapped in the bathroom is still warm, but youâre thankful nonetheless for the soft towel that wraps around your shoulders.Â
The world shifts again, and Yuushiâs arms support your back and legs, carrying you to the bedroom. With the door opening comes the rush of cool air, and you suck in a breath, seeking Yuushiâs heat.Â
His beard grazes your temple, and his arms squeeze you tighter.
Yuushi sets you on the bed, patting you dry with the towel before drying himself. He grabs your favourite pair of pyjamas and helps you dress.
Still shivering, you seek refuge underneath the blankets, curling up in the fetal position as you wait for the sheets to match your body temperature. You peek to see Yuushi pulling a baggy sweater over his head, giving you one last glimpse of his toned muscles before they disappear behind the fabric. Your eyes remain fixed on his figure even as he puts on a pair of boxers.
âAre you gonna keep oglinâ me?â Yuushi glances over his shoulder at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling.Â
âMaybe,â you grin lazily, the pillow smushing the side of your face. You lift the blanket with your arm, enduring the rush of cool air. âCome here so I can ogle you up close.â
The mattress dips as Yuushi crawls beside you, and he still faintly smells of your body wash. The lingering scent of his aftershave clings to the collar of his sweater. You can feel his breath fan your face, and he reaches over to brush some hair out of your eyes.Â
âPretty,â he murmurs to himself.
Despite your best efforts, your cheeks begin to ache. âI thought I was supposed to do the ogling,â you whisper, feeling a need to keep quiet in the cozy atmosphere thatâs developed around you.Â
Yuushi coils his arms around your waist, pressing you flush against his body. âWho said only you could?â He nudges your lips with his. âTell me.â You close the gap, slowly melding your mouths together. âDonât.â Kiss. âTry to.â Kiss. âWeasel yourâ hey!â Yuushi chuckles, turning his face away when you wonât give up your assault. He sighs at your pout and cradles your face in his hands, smothering you with heated kisses. His tongue slips into your mouth, sliding against yours in slow, teasing strokes.Â
âYouâre turned on,â you mumble against his lips, feeling something hard prod against your stomach.Â
âIâm always horny,â Yuushi laughs, peppering your jawline and throat with kisses. He rubs his cheek into your neck until your body trembles and the entire room echoes with your giggles. He plants one last, loud smooch on your forehead. You pretend to wipe the spot with disgust, but Yuushi catches your wrists and kisses your pulse. âNow sleep,â he says, pulling the blankets to cover you completely.Â
You smile, blinking the weariness from your eyes, and ask, âBut what about you?â
âDonât worry about me, Angel. You know I can take care of myself,â Yuushi whispers, stroking your head.Â
A low hum buzzes in your throat, caught between a grunt and a sigh. You blindly reach until you have a firm grasp on Yuushi's shaft. Yuushi sucks in a breath when you squeeze, and he hisses through his teeth.Â
âIâll take care of you.â
Yuushi gently grabs your wrist and removes your hand. âThank you, Sweetheart, but thatâs enough for tonight. You were so good for me. You need to sleep now.âÂ
âHmm, but what if I donât want to?â You slip underneath the blanket, disappearing into a large lump atop Yuushi. Nuzzling your face against the prominent tent in his boxers, you inhale the heady scent of his musk mixed with your body wash. A curse muffles through, and light shines into your surroundings as the fabric lifts from your head. Yuushiâs face, illuminated by the soft lamplight, looks at you with a half-lidded gaze.Â
âSometimes I wonder if youâre more of a demon thatâs come to tempt me and steal my soul,â Yuushi murmurs, watching your every move. His eyes never leave your face, and his teeth sink into his bottom lip.Â
You smile and kiss his clothed erection. âWould it be so bad to give me your soul for all of damnation?â You guide the hard length out of the opening at the front, running your tongue along the base of his shaft to the tip.Â
Yuushiâs hips jerk, and he grips the blanket tighter. âItâs yours if you want it,â he rasps.Â
Your laughter shakes the covers, and you knead his inner thighs with your palms. âYou can be incredibly precious at times.â His balls rest in your hands, and you gently massage them, observing the flex it elicits from his muscles. âI canât help but want to gobble you up,â you say, opening your jaw wide and sliding his cock down your throat.
Yuushi hisses, trapping a whine behind his teeth when your nose brushes against his pubic mound. âItâs criminal how good you are at giving head,â he moans. Your garbled words around his cock form a stream of spittle down your chin that makes the filthiest noise when he hits the back of your throat. âThis is embarrassing, but I donât think Iâll last longâand yes, I can see the smug grin on your face.â He casts the blanket away, letting it slip to your shoulders. His large, calloused hands rest on the crown of your head, stroking your hair. Yuushi screws his eyes shut as he thrusts into your mouth, holding you in place. Your name leaves his lips in a long, drawn-out whimper, and warm ropes of cum spurt against your tongue, dripping down your throat.
You swallow it all, gently adding suction to draw out the last drops. Yuushiâs hands drop from your head, and his cock leaves your lips with a pop. Your tongue darts out to lick the remnants of his climax. âThank you for the late-night snack,â you tease, kissing the flushed tip. Yuushi twitches from the contact, muttering a swear under his breath. You crawl up to his chest, bringing the blanket with you, and lie on top of him. His softening member is still warm and throbs faintly against your stomach.
âCâmere, you.â Yuushi tilts your face and captures your lips into a heated kiss. His tongue darts inside your mouth, tasting himself on you. He pulls away, dark hair clinging to his damp skin, and you can feel the heat emanating from him. âYou are gonna be the death of me.â
âSounds like a pretty good way to go,â you say, unable to stop yourself from lowering your voice. You rest your chin atop his chest, staring into his warm eyes. Thereâs a stutter in your chest when you notice his pupils dilating when he looks at you. âBig spoon or little?â
Yuushi chuckles. âBig,â he answers, rolling you onto your side as he wraps his arms around your waist. âAt least this way I can keep your hands out of trouble.â
You press into him, grinding against his crotch. âNot my hands you should be worried about.â
Yuushi groans and holds your hips still. âSleep,â he commands, biting your ear playfully.
âYes, Sir,â you say. The warmth on your hips travels up, sliding underneath your shirt and cupping your breasts. âShould I be worried about your hands?â
âIâm just holdin' them for you. Makin' sure they donât feel cold,â Yuushi says with a lilt in his tone.
You chuckle and rest your hands over his. âNight, Yuushi.â
A kiss on the back of your head. âGoodnight, Angel.â
Sleep comes easily, darkness consuming your consciousness the moment you close your eyes. The next time you open them, you hear the faint sizzle of a frying pan. Yuushiâs arms are still wrapped tight around you. It doesnât take you long to swap places with a pillow. You brush back Yuushiâs hair and kiss his head, tottering towards the mouth-watering scent.
You lean against the doorframe and find K humming to herself in front of the stove. A frilly white apron ties in a pretty bow around her waist. She waves her spatula around, flipping the omelet and transferring it to a plate soon after.
Your quiet footsteps pad along the wooden floorboards, and you hug K from behind. âGood morning.â
K looks over her shoulder and smiles. She leans into your touch, tickling your face with her silky hair. Her eyes widen at the various marks decorating your neck and collarbone, undoubtedly trailing to more hidden underneath your clothing. Her fingertips graze one of the spots. âAh.â
âIt doesnât hurt anymore,â you say, snapping your jaw at her finger.
K pulls her hand away and pouts, but you placate her with soft touches and a kiss to her shoulder. Her head turns in the direction of the bedroom.
You rub the crust from your eyes. âHeâs still sleeping.â
K nods and pours more egg mixture into the pan. She waits until itâs half-cooked before adding rice and folding the sides of the omelet, flipping it onto a second plate.
âI knew something smelled good.â Yuushi stumbles into the room, hair mussed from the pillow. His sweater hangs from his shoulders, and his sweatpants sag dangerously beneath his hips. He places a quick kiss on your head and Kâs, grabbing the plates and setting them on the table.
You grab the bottle of ketchup from the fridge and two forks, taking your seat at the small dining table. The basket K took with her on the trip sits at the centre, filled with various drawings and knick-knacks. âDid you have a good trip?â you ask.
K beams and nods, she shows off each item in her basket. A faint blush paints her cheeks when you and Yuushi clap for every object. She leans against the table and points between the two of you, curiosity sparkling in her dark eyes.
Memories of last night resurface. Warmth floods your face. âUs?â
Yuushi chuckles and digs a fork into his omelet. âShe wants to know if youâve learned your lesson.â
âHmm, I donât know. My teacher wasnât very good at his job.â Steam rises from the hole you make, rice spilling from the fluffy yellow. You take a bite and smile at Yuushi, who glares at you from across the table, looking like heâs ready to jump over and lunge at you any second now.
Yuushiâs grip on his fork tightens, and the metal curves under the pressure. âSometimes we have to be taught multiple times before it sticks.â
K giggles and scoots her chair closer to you, hugging your arm. She leans in close and whispers into your ear, sticking her tongue out at Yuushi, who watches you two with an exasperated fondness.
Maybe next time, K can be in charge of your lesson.Â
End Note:
This is another one of those fics where it felt like my eyeballs would fall out of my head from trying to edit and proofread. So if you notice a typo or any mistake, please tell me!!
Did you know that Grammarly has a character limit for their documents? I didn't either! I had to copy and paste this one in chunks to work around that limitation.
I still have an old ask about a fic where the reader is also a Yokai, and while it's really interesting, I won't be writing that in the near future unless someone commissions me to.
I'll do my best to write drabbles and headcanons for practice, but my focus will be on building a Patreon and fulfilling the commissions I receive.
I know I don't post often enough, but I do check Tumblr often! So if you want to yap in my inbox about literally anything, please do so!
I'll see you guys at my next hyperfixation! (ăă»âă»)ă
Hey, I know the hype for this manga has long died out. But if anyone recognizes me, that large fic I was working on is finally done. I should probably read it one more time, but that b*tch takes up 50 pages in Google Docs đ„Č
All I can hope for is that the person who originally requested the idea of a brat taming Yuushi fic sees it eventually. Because it's been 3 years since the ask was sent đI was never good with timing.
I don't plan for this to be my last fic for the fandom. But I don't have time in the foreseeable future to commit to writing anything large. So if I do write anything in my spare time for Yuushi and K, it will be more on the drabble/headcanon side.
Unless, of course, a kind soul is willing to commission me to write for this fandom and share it with you all. I could keep rambling, but I'll save it for after the snippet so people who don't care can skip đ
Fic will be posted sometime this week. Probably Friday? That way, it's a little treat for all the people who don't have to work on Saturday.
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âI knew something smelled good.â Yuushi stumbles into the room, hair mussed from the pillow. His sweater hangs from his shoulders, and his sweatpants sag dangerously beneath his hips. He places a quick kiss on your head and Kâs, grabbing the plates and setting them on the table.
You grab the bottle of ketchup from the fridge and two forks, taking your seat at the small dining table. The basket K took with her on the trip sits at the centre, filled with various drawings and knick-knacks. âDid you have a good trip?â you ask.
K beams and nods, she shows off each item in her basket. A faint blush paints her cheeks when you and Yuushi clap for every object. She leans against the table and points between the two of you, curiosity sparkling in her dark eyes.
Memories of last night resurface. Warmth floods your face. âUs?â
Yuushi chuckles and digs a fork into his omelet. âShe wants to know if youâve learned your lesson.â
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Spoiler alert! You haven't. But yes, soon there will be 22k words of Yuushi posted on here and AO3.
I'm currently between jobs, so while I'm job hunting, I'm taking on writing commissions on the side to help pay my bills. My goal is to eventually set up a Patreon where people can support me as a writer and vote on the next exclusive content I write. This will allow me to provide more content to a large audience at a fraction of the cost of a commission. I haven't decided whether I'm going to make early access a thing, where I post work on Patreon first and then wait a week or two before posting to my usual outlets.
I also want to publish a book. I don't think I'm experienced enough to write a serious novel (world-building was never my strong suit, haha), so I was thinking about getting into the monster romance niche. Not to say that the books in that genre can't be serious, but that I can have more fun with them. They obviously will be published under a pen name. I haven't decided whether that will be linked to this handle or not (most likely not).
It's just something I've always wanted to do, so why not start now? If not now, then when?
My plan was to start off with something small, like a novella, and go from there.
I also want to dabble a little in game making, specifically visual novels/point and click style games. Dating sims are a guilty pleasure of mine, but my first game will be something simple. This is meant as a way for me to improve my programming skills and create something to include in my portfolio. Lots of plans, I know. I need to create a proper list and plan for all the things I want to do.
I haven't even mentioned the part where I'll have to promote all this (except for the game). Social media and algorithms seem daunting, so wish me luck in navigating all that!
So yeah, that's a mini life update. Not that I expect anyone to ever see this, but it's just nice to write my thoughts out sometimes.
If you read to the end, thank you for reading all my bs lol.
synopsis: a story in which a depressed satoru gets sent to the future and sees just how bright it eventually becomes. meanwhile, you're reminded of how much of a brat your husband used to be when you first started dating.
cw: MDNI, time travel, smut w/ a touch of angst bc we LOVE plot, satoru's actually so mean at first lol, dad!jo (him and reader share a daughter together)
notes: hiiii we got 6.5k words for this one â€ïž comm for the lovely @sadlittlecucumber i hope u like!!!!
song rec: drag path â twenty one pilots
Satoruâs life ended up being a fucking bummer.Â
His best friendâs a mass murderer. Shokoâs gone off to do her own thing with medicine. Nanami left to go become a banker or whatever. Ijichiâs⊠Ijichi. Oh, and Haibaraâs dead. Everyone whoâs alive seems to have moved onâ so should Satoru, honestly. But times proved that to be quite difficult.Â
Heâs starting to understand where Suguru was coming from with the whole exorcise-absorb mantra. Except for him, it was exorcise and destroy, leaving every cursed site heâs stepped foot on looking like god himself decided to hit the reset button to obliterate the place.
Nobody says anything about it. Heâs probably the closest thing to a god. Despite having tried his hardest all throughout his youth to fit in and act as if he was just like everyone else, people were still terrified to fuck with him.Â
And despite the chaos heâs constantly surrounded byâ mainly from his own doingâ the days still find a way to bleed into each other, morphing into a never ending cycle of boredom and violence. Itâs quite the combo. The higher ups are lucky heâs too tired to plot anything behind their backs.Â
Heâs exhausted.Â
The past is too blurry. The futureâs too bleak.Â
Gojo was bound to fuck up sooner or later. The thought of him finally snapping like Suguru did, dangling in the back of his mind, taunting him.Â
He didnât snap. Itâs so much worse than that. At least in the eyes of the arrogant boy who got bested by, what he assumed to be a grade two curse because of how pudgy and stupid it looked. The thing that caught him lacking looked like a fucking blob fish that struggled with crippling anxiety, how the hell was he supposed to know that it could mess with timeof all things?Â
One moment heâs laughing at the way it looks, the next heâs in the complete dark.Â
That was the first time heâs smiled in months, by the way.Â
âHuh?â Satoru huffs out, trying to look around before eventually realizing that he has a blindfold on, and rips it off in annoyance. âDonât tell me that thing knocked me out,â he begins to grumble to himself. Itâd explain why he had a blindfold on⊠but then he realized he was in a completely different outfit, one that you didnât put on someone who was currently in rest and recovery.Â
He highly doubts Shoko would even change him, anyway, at least not for this.Â
âOh hey, youâre home.âÂ
Home?Â
He looks around, and all he knows is this isnât the dorm heâs continued to stay in after graduation, purely due to the fact that he was already out on missions for up to 18 hours each day. Not to mention that the penthouse he was currently standing in was too clean to be his. Too warm. Way too comfortable.
You already knew there was something deeply off in those first few seconds of looking into his eyes. This wasnât your husbandâ this was the hot mess you met and still fell in love with all those years ago.Â
You tilt your head to the side, more curious than cautious, âEverything alright?â
âYeah,â he snorts, literally the worst liar ever. âWhy wouldnât it be?â
âI donât know,â you hum, holding eye contact long enough to leave him feeling a bit unsettled. âYou tell me.â
First of all, who the fuck do you think you are speaking to him like that?
Second, who even are you?
Something big and shiny on your finger catches his attention, then he looks at his own hand that has an equally shiny band around his ring finger.Â
Fuck.
âHoneyââ
Satoru physically cringes at the pet name, giving himself away once again.Â
âIâm not Satoru,â he blurts out, rubbing his eyes in frustration. âI mean, I am, but Iâm notâ FUCKâ some fuckinâ curse blasted me into the future, and I need to go back.â
Well, that was quick. Heâs always quick to fold under pressure when it comes to youâ itâs something heâs unaware of though, as he fights back the urge to start pacing back and forth.Â
Thereâs a light smack from your mouth when you go to open it, only for the words to never even come, let alone die out. Nothing about this surprises you. This is not the craziest thing thatâs happened since youâve met Satoru.Â
Your lips thin into a smile as you take a deep breath, knowing you had no choice but to accept your new circumstances.Â
âOkay.â
âOkay?â He raises a brow at how you justâŠÂ accepted it.
âYeah⊠I believe it.â You respond flatly, then point at him, casually motioning your finger up and down. âYour attitude kinda sucked when we first met.â
He grimaces, taken aback by the statement. âNo, it doesnâtââ
âYou also liked to argue, too.â
âOkayâ whatever,â he waves a dismissive hand, not at all interested in hearing what else you had to say. At this point, it just sounded like you wanted to shit on him, something he actually doesnât have any fucking time for right now. âYouâre a sorcerer⊠right?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âChrist.â Satoru sighs, turning on his heel. âYouâre fuckinâ uselessââ
You scoff, more humored than offended. âWhere are you going?âÂ
âTo figure this shit out!â he snaps, throwing his arms out as he turns around to face you.Â
âOkay,â you shrug, still way too calm for Satoruâs liking, as it pisses him off even more. âIf you donât get it all figured out tonight, you can always come back. We have a guest room.âÂ
âYeah, thanks.â He huffs out a bitter laugh, as if that was the dumbest suggestion heâs ever heard. âI appreciate the offer.âÂ
âÂ
âYagaâ Satoru storms into the principalâs office, ignoring all his cursed stuffed animals, but noticing what heâs done with his hair. âWhat the fuck happened to you?â
The principal's brows pinch together, wishing he had locked the door to his office. Satoru fucked with him enough today by showing up to a meeting 20 minutes late with some sugary frap in his hand, and now heâs storming into his office, insulting him out of nowhere.Â
âActually, nevemind.â Satoru waves a hand to stop him from even answering his question, reminding himself not to get sidetracked right now. âLook, I need your help. I got sent into the future by some curse, and I need to get back.â
Yaga inhales sharply. âWhat are you even talking about?â
âExactly what I just said! Iâm from 2009! Not whatever age I am nowââ
â31.â
Satoru throws up a little in his mouth. âSend me back.âÂ
Yaga lets out a long, disappointed sigh. Itâs always something with Satoru. Always. Having to deal with the younger version of him was a painful reminder that heâs been dealing with his bullshit for well over a decade now. Nothing surprises him anymore. Â
âLet me see if some other windows would be willing to help look through the library. Iâm sure youâll be able to find information on what kind of curse you got hit with.â
âThank you,â Satoru groans, still not very pleased by everyoneâs reactions thus far, but grateful that he can at least get somewhere with Yaga⊠unlike a certain somebody.Â
Hours later, he finds himself at the schoolâs dusty, unkept library. It looks worse than it originally looked before he walked in. Books sprawled everywhere. Research papers were scattered all over the tables and floor. Assistants running around in every direction, more than half of them terrified at the total 180 in Satoruâs attitude.Â
âW-we canât find anything,â Ijichi says, too old to be acting this scared in Satoruâs opinion.Â
He hums, elbows still resting on his knees, not bothering to sit up. âHey, Ijichi?â
Ijichi gulped loudly, managing to annoy the worldâs strongest sorcerer even more. â...Yes?âÂ
âHow are you even more incompetent now than you were before?â
âI tried my best! I swear!â
âWell, itâs not good enoughâ Iâm still here!â he snaps at the nervous wreck of a man. Thank fucking god Ijichi listened to him and just became a window. He sucks at it too, but at least itâs easier for this dumbass to avoid death. âGodâ what the fuck am I supposed to do now?!â
âThis is just one of the libraries, thereâs more! And some in Kyoto too, that weâll have the Kyoto branch check out.â
âDo whatever you need to do. Iâm just letting you know right now that if I'm not back by tomorrow, you better watch the fuck out.â
The threat is followed by complete dead silence, aside from a certain someone's breath catching in horror.
âMe?!â Ijichi squeaks out.
The sorcerer doesnât bother answering that and instead walks away, grumbling something insulting under his breath, just in complete and utter disbelief over how Ijichi truly hasnât changed.Â
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You figured your husband would eventually come back, so you set some food aside for him, and now youâre sitting at the dinner table, trying not to laugh at the pout on his face as he picks at his dinner with the chopsticks in his hand.Â
âIs the food good?â
âSure.â
âI can warm that up for you, if you want?â you ask, barely trying to hide your amusement.Â
âNo thanks,â he curtly responds before shoving another piece of karaage into his mouth. Heâs known to have a sweet tooth, but chicken karaageâs probably his favorite food, savory wise. You almost want to tell him that heâs allowed to enjoy food even if his day hasnât gone the way he had planned. âIâd appreciate it if you stopped staring.âÂ
Your lips twitch, threatening to break out into a fit of laughter. âRight, sorry.â
âMommyâŠ? Is Daddy home yet?âÂ
Oh great. As if the day couldnât get any worseâ now thereâs a child.
âYeah,â you respond in a tentative tone, shooting Satoru a look that screams âbehave or elseâ, and even though you are currently a stranger to him, it intimidates him enough to behave for the time being.Â
A little girl, no older than 4 years old, walks into the kitchen and Satoruâs eyes nearly bulge out of his head upon seeing his daughter. Itâs pretty obvious sheâs his with her baby blue eyes and stark white hair. Her facial features are entirely yours, though. Itâs strange to see.
âHey⊠kiddoââ he awkwardly says, not really sure how to address the little girl. You clear your throat, mouthing âprincessâ when he looks at you, because your daughter also happens to have her dadâs attitude. âI mean princess.â
Itâs hilarious how unnatural it sounds right now when he was the one who started calling her that the moment you two took her home from the hospital.Â
âYou pomis to wead bedtime stowie,â she starts to poutâ same exact way he does.
âDid I?â He gives the girl a sympathetic look, albeit fake.Â
âYeah,â she frowns as she walks up to you, giving him the worldâs nastiest side eye. âLiar.â
Why is that the one word sheâs able to enunciate correctly? She didnât even stutter.
âYeahâ I was a little busy with work today,â he murmurs, as if she knew what that even meant. With the glare she was giving him, he doubted sheâd even care if he broke down what work and the importance of it was. âMaybe mommy can read to you tonight?â
Sai wasnât having that.Â
Satoru spent the end of his night reading her favorite book to her. Multiple times. He almost asked if it was some form of punishment for not upholding a promise he didnât technically make himself, but decided against it in fear that sheâd make him read it one more time. Sai fell asleep⊠eventually. Despite there being no way to prove it, he knows that the little girl forced herself to stay up out of pure spite.Â
But still, he finds himself smiling as he thinks about his nightmare of a future, not wiping it off quickly enough when you lightly knock on the guest bedroom door.
âHereâs some jammys for the night.â You smile back as you walk up and hand him a pair of sweats and a white t-shirt, both neatly folded up. âFigured you wouldnât want to sleep in your work clothes.â
âOh uhâ thanks.â He clears his throat and forces out a laugh, pushing through the embarrassment of getting caught smiling to himself.Â
Youâre giving him that look again. The one thatâs mixed with amusement and a bit of fondness, where you look like youâre about to start making fun of him, but never do. Satoru would rather die than admit it makes him nervous.Â
âWhat?âÂ
Thereâs a small pause as your smile grows. âDo you like your kid?â
âSheâs weird.â
âYeah, noâ you wouldnât believe who she got that from.â
âFuck off.â A laugh easily slips through his lips this time, unable to stay serious at the thought of her inheriting even just a quarter of the traits he had as a child. Then it grows quiet again as he realizes she probably has the freedom to be a kid.Â
He wants to ask, but you beat him to it with a statement that answered the question he had in mind.Â
âYour duties as her father donât end just because you managed to time travel by the way,â you say playfully, though he knows youâre being dead serious.Â
He can only guess what other horrors that little girl will subject him to for the rest of his time here. To put it simply, sheâs not afraid of Dad.Â
For once, somebody doesnât look at him as a god to fear.Â
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Itâs been over a month.Â
Ijichi and the rest of the windows are just as useless as they were when they first started trying to find answers. All thatâs changed is that Nanami knows, and doesnât seem to be too thrilled about the fact that he is now involved.
But still, the search for the fix to his predicament continues, turning every library and warehouse upside down. Thatâs all they could really doâ aside from asking the elders for assistance of some sort.Â
Over his dead body.Â
Knowing theyâd most likely do more harm than good, everyoneâs agreed to keep this all a little secret from them.
So all thatâs left to do, or rather forced to do, is to be patient. Itâs hard. Satoru doesnât do patientâ heâs the type to snap his fingers and have a solution magically appear right before his eyes. You can only imagine how difficult itâs been for him to accept that he canât immediately get what he wants right now.
Not to mention the fact that he had to continue working throughout all of this, but that wasnât very surprising.Â
Now, what was surprising was learning that he has his weekends completely to himself. If anything, he assumed heâd just work more as time went on, but no. Turns out he threatened to kill the higher-ups if they didnât let him have that when you two got married.Â
Satoru looks over your body once.Â
Twice.Â
He totally understands his future self.Â
He looks again for a third time, and you just so conveniently turn around, showing off your cute, frilly little apron covered in flour streaks.Â
Itâs Sundayâ youâve been baking sweet treats all morning, and he wishes he had been a little nicer to you. Especially a couple of days ago when he snapped at you.Â
You had found him sitting alone on the balcony, head in his hands from yet another day of failure.Â
âHey⊠any good news?â
âNo,â he said impatiently. âIf there was, I wouldnât fucking be here right now.âÂ
âFair enough.â Your voice took a dip as you looked at the ground, allowing yourself to feel a little hurt for a moment before trying to lift the mood again. âWell⊠me and Sai stopped by your favorite bakery and got you the cookies you like if you wanted someââ
âNoâ no,â Satoru cut you off. âI donât want your fucking cookies. I donât want to do a family movie night where all we watch is Ms. Rachel. I donât want to read some book about a mouse trying to become a fucking painter over and over again. I donât want ANY of it. I want to fucking go homeâ what part about that do you not get?â
You tried to stand as straight as possible despite your shoulders growing heavier, pushing against the small frown threatening to carve itself across your face. You forgot how mean he used to be, at least during that first year of dating him. It only stings more because the man you married would never raise his voice like that, and you remind yourself that this isnât him.
After a long pause, he looked up at you and immediately felt guilt wash over him.
âI didnât mean that,â he tried to meet your eyes as he began to backtrack. âIâm sorry, I justâ fuck. I didnât mean any of thatââ
âItâs fine.â You forced yourself to look at him again and smile. âIâll uh⊠give you some space.â
The one thing about Satoru is that he doesnât apologize. Like ever. So, one could only imagine how painfully awkward it was later that night when he knocked on your bedroom door to say he was sorry. It didnât help that you were in a paper-thin silk slip, skin glistening from the lotion you rubbed all over itâ he spent half his time trying not to stare at your tits. Had you been anyone else, it wouldnât have felt as genuine.Â
But thank fuck he apologized, you probably wouldâve spent all day ignoring him.Â
You raise a brow, and his cheeks start to pink. âWhat are you staring at?âÂ
âNothing, you justââ he awkwardly gestures at your entire body, âthereâs flour all over you.âÂ
It almost sounds like heâs offended by it. He kind of is. You keep your foot on his fucking neckâ he doesnât even know why he came out here.Â
âOh, rightâ 'cause messes have always bothered you,â you lean over the island ever so slightly. The pink on his cheeks darkens as you do, unable to control his eyes from drifting down to your cleavage. And while heâs not exactly ashamed of lookingâ you are his wife after allâ he canât help but be a little flustered.Â
Heâs always had a thing for milfs.
Especially when said milf is talking about messesâ he knows a couple of places he could make a mess on right now.Â
âNah,â he rests his elbows on the marble counter as a playful grin stretches across his face. âThis is nothing compared to how I like it.â Â
You tilt your head, a small laugh escaping you as you rest your chin over your palm, curious to see where this conversation will get you.Â
âHow do you like it?â you ask, as if you didnât already know how filthy and depraved he could get when heâs alone in a room with you.Â
And you fucking miss that.Â
He opens his mouth to respond.Â
Then you hear your daughter whimpering about waking up alone. Itâs nothing new, and you revert back to mom mode as you watch her turn the corner and waddle towards you.Â
Satoru, on the other hand, is not used to this. The slightly bruised laugh he lets out just barely masks his desire to fucking scream. What a fucking cockblockâ no wonder you only have one kid.Â
His kid completely ignores his existence as she wraps herself around your leg, continuing to whimper despite no actual tears streaming down her cheeks. âI had a nightmawh.â
Meanwhile, thereâs Satoru, who has yet to wake up from his very own nightmare. He internally sighs, then attempts to grab her attention because it doesnât feel very good watching her give it all to you. âYou wanna share a muffin with daddy?â
Itâs starting to sound more natural.
âY-yeah,â she sniffles.Â
Minutes later, sheâs sitting on his lap, absolutely demolishing the blueberry muffin they ended up splittingâ a complete 180. He couldnât be mad, even if he tried.Â
His little girl was a dream.Â
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Month two. Ijichi is still as useless as ever. He stopped complaining to you about him, though. You noticed he doesnât talk about going back to his original timeline all that much anymore.
Itâs not like Satoruâs given up hope, heâs just more present, as if he finally realized that wallowing in self-pity wasnât going to send him back any faster. Heâs unknowingly more like his future selfâ laid back, not a care in the world.Â
Heâs even sleeping in for once. Itâs not that hard though when Saiâs gone for the day. She seemed to care more about getting the hell out of the house with her grandparents than greeting her father a good morning. You didnât push her to, eitherâ figuring Satoru needed the sleep. He always does.Â
Itâs too bad that his phone started blowing up at around 10:00 am. Unfortunately for you, he left his phone in the living room, leaving you to get up and grab it since the master bedroom was the closest room to it. With how thick the walls are, you doubt heâd even hear it.
With a long sigh, you rise from bed, rubbing the sleep off your eyes as you snatch the stupid phone off the coffee table.Â
The snores coming from Satoru reach your ears before you even open the door. You have to hold back a laugh as you walk in and take a look at him. Face down, his long limbs sprawled over the bed, messy white hair sticking out in all directions.Â
You reach out and place a gentle hand on his shoulder, surprised infinity is off.Â
âToru?â He stirs a bit, and you cautiously attempt to wake him up again. âToruâ someoneâs been trying to call you for the past 10 minutes now.â
He lifts his head, eyes still sealed shut as he murmurs, âWho?âÂ
âUhh,â you look at the screen, unsure of who it might be. âYour contact name for them is nerd.âÂ
You know itâs not Ijichi because his contact name is âcourage đ¶â in his phone. Someone else must've annoyed Satoru for him to change yet another contact.Â
Satoru shoves his head back into the pillow and groans before taking the phone off your hands.
Itâs Nanami. He, of all people, should know now is not the time to be blowing up his phone right now because he is fucking sleeping. Itâs a Saturday for fucks sake.Â
Satoru sighs and accepts the call, grumbling into the phone. âWhat?â
Nanami cuts straight to the chase, as he would rather be doing anything else right now.Â
âHow long are you planning on hiding your secret from the higher-ups?â he asks in a clipped tone.Â
Satoru rubs his eyes, too tired to return the same sense of urgency his friend seems to have at the moment. âForever.â
âDonât give me that.â A vein pops up on the side of the usually stoic manâs forehead. âThey asked me about you this morning. They know somethingâs up. I canât keep covering for you if it means my own safetyâs on the line.â
âYou really havenât changed, have you?â Itâs more of a statement than a question.
âWhat the fuck is that supposed to meanââ
âYouâll be fine,â Satoru cuts him off. âTheyâre always up my ass anyway. I doubt theyâre even suspicious. They just donât know how to mind their own fuckinâ business. Seriously. Youâre worrying over nothing right now.â
âI swear to god Gojo, if youââ
âKayâ good night.âÂ
Click.
Nanamiâs probably fuming right now, but heâll get over it. Satoru wanted to enjoy this. Lying in a comfy bed, surrounded by nothing but peace and quiet. He closes his eyes and stretches a bit, then rests his hands behind his head.Â
He wouldâve forgotten that you were still sitting at the edge of the bed had you not lightly cleared your throat. One eye opens to look at you, then closes. The last thing he wants to do is share the reason why Nanami had been blowing up his phone all morning.Â
âJust because you canât see me doesnât mean Iâm not here.â You cross your arms. âWhat was that all about?âÂ
âNothinâ,â he easily says. âJust Nanami being Nanamiâ the guyâs a fuckinâ stickler for no reason.âÂ
âThatâs a little rude, no?â you chastise him.Â
âSo is waking me up.âÂ
âSai wakes you up all the time, though.â
âSaiâs a ball of sunshine,â he says, quickly coming to her defense. âNot a grown man with depressionâ where is she by the way?âÂ
âSheâs spending the afternoon with my parents.âÂ
Both eyes open this time, and stay open. âWhy didnât you go with them?â
âNo way,â you wave a hand. âI need a break, too.âÂ
âYeah, noâ Iâm sure,â he agrees, feeling flustered all the sudden.Â
And Satoru being Satoru, he doesnât do a very good job of hiding it, once again forgetting that you can read him better than anyone else can.
You smile, scooching closer, âYou good there?âÂ
âYeah, mâfine,â he murmurs, trying not to shift around too much.
âI can take care of that, you know.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âThat.â You look down at the boner heâs been trying to hide since finding out itâs just you two here.
âThatâs notââ His brain straight up short-circuits. âYou donât think thatâs weird?âÂ
âNo.â You continue to inch forward, getting closer to him. âDo you think itâs weird?â
âNoâ never,â he shakes his head, answering a little too fast. âFuckâ wonât future me get mad?âÂ
âNot at all. The most heâd probably do is make me show him what we did.âÂ
âMake you show him?â he repeats after you in disbelief.Â
âIs that a problem?âÂ
âNo, thatâsâ thatâs fuckinâ hot.âÂ
Minutes later, youâre leaning forward with your hand wrapped around his base, and his breath catches as you start to slowly pump his cock.Â
âFeel good?âÂ
His lids lower as he hums, âyeahâ keep going.â
You lean forward, letting a string of spit fall from your lips to the tip of his cock, letting it mix with the precum that was already beading down from it. The wet sounds of you stroking him begin to grow, making the heat in between your legs start to pool.
âCan I sit on it?â You look up at him, batting your lashes as you innocently ask.Â
âPlease,â he blurts out, just about ready to start begging you to.
Youâd be lying if you said you werenât just as eager as him after all the weeks spent pretending like you donât notice the way he stares at you. Lustfully. The slip youâre wearing happens to be extra short today, so you forego stripping down and practically pounce on him. Your soaked panties grazing over his rock-hard length as you straddle him, letting yourself get comfortable while Satoru grows impatient.Â
His hands find themselves planted on your hips and pull you down. A low groan escapes him as he grinds you against him. âGodâ fuck me. Please.â
âWell, since youâre being so sweetââ
You reach down, hooking a finger into the fabric of your panties, pulling them to the side. Heâs already lining himself up with your entrance, teasing your hole as he runs his tip through your folds, collecting all the slick. His lips part as he watches in awe at how damn wet you are.Â
His head tips back as you lower yourself, groaning and rambling to himself as if you werenât there to hear it all.Â
"Fuck. Youâre so hot.â His words come out strained as he watches you start to take him inch by inch, slowly working yourself open. âSo fuckinâ tight, too.âÂ
âMmmâ forgot how big you are.â Your voice is all soft and breathy from the fullness, nails slowly digging into his abs as you bottom out.
It takes a minute to adjustâ it has been 3 months after all. But then you finally roll your hips, and Satoru almost starts singing praises at how good you are at thatâ  lifting your hips all the way up and throwing them back, taking all of him.Â
"Fuck yeahâ just like that," he breathes, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. "Feels so fucking good."
You murmur back a measly, âkay,â already dizzy from the stretch. Youâre able to keep up the pace on your own for a bit, until you feel his grip on you tighten and the sounds of skin slapping against his start to grow as he starts to help you out.Â
You wouldnât exactly call it help though, not when he ended up doing all the workâ holding you steady while he practically bounces you on his cock, pulling more and more moans out of you as the head of his cock repeatedly kissed your sweet spot with almost no effort.Â
"You take it so good," he groans, pupils blown wide as he starts to feel himself lose control, snapping his hips up a little harder than the last. He wants more, he always wants moreâ so he pulls you forward and pulls your straps down far enough for your tits to spill out. "Perfect fuckinâ tits. Been thinking about these for weeks."
You let out a surprised gasp as he pops a nipple in his mouth with no warning. You fully believe him with the way he starts sucking and swirling and flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud, all while snapping his hips up harder.Â
He pulls back with a pop, looking up at you for approval. âWas that good?â
âMhm.â Thereâs a fucked out expression on your face as you weakly nod. âHarder.â
âYou want me to fuck you harder?â
âYeah.âÂ
Something in him snaps. Eager to please you, he flips you over and folds you underneath himâ grabbing the back of your knees and pinning them to your chest so he can drive his cock into you deeper.Â
âBetter?â
He drives his hips forward again, knocking the air out of your lungs. âGodâ yes.â
âI canâtâ fuckâ canât believe youâre all mine, canât believe I get to have you,â he starts to ramble as the sounds of him absolutely pounding into you fill the room. âYouâre so fuckinâ perfectâ all of you.âÂ
He crashes his lips into yoursâ the kiss is messy, powered by hunger. Satoruâs always been overwhelming, but itâs been years since itâs been this emotionally intense. He fucks you like he needs you, like heâs been waiting for you all his life.Â
Your walls begin to squeeze and flutter around his cock, pulling another groan out of him. âYou close?â
âYeah,â you whine, feeling the pressure begin to coil. âKeep going.â
Heâs close too, you can tell by how sloppy his thrusts have grown, no longer trying to control himself as he starts chasing after both of your releases. He shoves his face into the crook of your neck and fucks you faster, harderâ balls slapping against your ass with each lewd wet squelch.Â
Your orgasm hits you hard after one particularly rough thrust. Scratching at his back as a cry tears through you, and it only goes straight to his dick, not even realizing just how overstimulated you are from the way he drills into you.Â
âFuck.â Itâs just one word that comes out of his mouth after realizing how hard heâs about to fucking cum. He bites into your shoulder as his balls start to tighten, squeezing his eyes shut as he braces himself.Â
When it happens, itâs a lot. He shoves himself deep inside of you, unaware of all the weight he puts on you as hot spurts of cum begin to flood your walls. Slowly grinding against you, letting your tight pussy milk the rest of him.Â
Youâre wrecked by the end of it. You both areâ lids tired and heavy, bodies sore and out of breath.
And in the end, you just let yourself fall asleep, unaware of the soft kiss pressed against your temple as he watched you.
â
Itâs month three, and Satoru doesnât want to go back.Â
What was the point? Itâs not like he had anyone or anything to go back to. Jujutsu Society never crumbled from him getting shot into the future. Would it really be that bad if he just never went back and continued on with his life from here?
He hasnât uttered a word about it out loud, but the way he completely stopped asking Yaga and Ijichi for updates was telling of where he was at mentally. Â
Acceptance.Â
He likes his life here.Â
Youâve come to your own conclusion after these last three months.
No wonder why he was so hot and cold when you were trying to get to know him. Satoru got a little taste of genuine comfort, only for it to be ripped away from him sometime before you two actually met. It explains all the times you wondered why he even tried with you, despite being too emotionally inept to even be in a relationship. He probably went through the beginning of your relationship thinking you could disappear at any second.Â
With that being said, he canât stay here. As much as youâd love to continue being the source of comfort for this version of Satoru, he needs to experience the last year he spent alone before meeting you. He needs to feel cautious around you. He needs to try and fail at opening up a handful of times before getting comfortable with the idea of truly being vulnerable with a person. Getting over that element of fear he had towards getting close to others is what made him a husband and fatherâ he couldnât just skip that part of his life.Â
You have no idea how youâre going to tell him that, though. Youâre not one to kick a sick puppy, especially one as cute as him. Heâs so happy here with you and Sai that the thought of doing so makes your chest ache.Â
Heâs having a tea party with Sai right now, limbs way too long to sit in the little stool she pulled up for him to sit in. He drinks imaginary tea from the plastic pink cup she hands him, and your chest aches some more. You force yourself to look away before the tears start.Â
Youâd do the next 11 years all over again if you could.
âHey, Honey?â Satoru calls out to you.
Thereâs a pause before you whip your head aroundâ itâs been months since heâs called you that. Thereâs nothing but warmth and fondness in his eyes as his gaze meets yours. âWhy is Nanamiâs number saved under ânerdâ in my phone?â
Heâs back.
âI donât know,â you laugh, despite the tear falling down your cheek. âYou tell me.â
â
Satoru didnât want to believe it when everything around him went dark once again. Itâs not until his feet touch the ground with a soft thud and he finds himself back in his messy, cold dorm when reality slapped him across the face.
Something between a sob and a gut-wrenching scream rips from his throat. Grabbing the round shades he had hoped heâd never have to fucking wear again, he rips them off his face and sends it crashing into the wall, breaking into a hundred little pieces. He doesnât stop. Doesnât give himself a chance to even breathe or think before raising his hand and releasing a purple orb with just a flick of his fingers.Â
Impulsive. Reckless. Deadly.Â
Satoru was fucking devastated.Â
Nobody knew what triggered him that night. All they knew was that the east wing of the school looked like it had been hit by an asteroid by the time he calmed down. He didnât speak to anyone for a good two weeks following the incident. Everyone wants to think he was lucky the explosion didnât have any casualties, but then they remembered who he was: Satoru fucking Gojo.Â
Godâs donât get punished, nor do natural disastersâ itâs hard to tell which one he was at this point.Â
One Year Later
âIf itâs that small of a curse, why are you sending me there?â Satoru continues to argue with one of the new managers over the phone.Â
It wasnât that small of a curse. It was a grade one. But still, given the sorcererâs title as a special grade, he was overqualified for the job.Â
âIâm sorry, we just donât have anyone available to take on the case at the moment.â The young woman continues to apologize over the phone. âI think we might have a grade 3 available for the job. I- I can checkââ
âSave it.â Satoru cuts her off. He wasnât that heartless to push the case off to some 15 year old. Thatâs exactly how Haibara died. âSend me the address.âÂ
The mission was nothing short of an inconvenience for him. He liked a challenge when exorcising curses, and the damn thing didnât even put up a fucking fight. He traveled 2 hours to get here just for that? Unbelievable.Â
He wasnât ready to leave and sit on a train for another 2 hours just yet, so he decided to walk around the town for a bit.Â
It was a cute place, a little quiet. Kinda boring. Thatâs never a bad thing, though. Lots of mom and pop shops, a few coffee shops scattered around, one of which he decided to try. A little sugarâs always good, at least to him.Â
The smell of vanilla and roasted coffee beans hit him as he walked into the place. There was a decent amount of customers inside. Not too much to feel crowded, but enough to stay busy. He keeps his eyes on the menu the entire time. The line moves fast, and he figures out what he wants just in time.Â
âAnd what can I get started for you today?â
His eyes are still on the screen, reading the item off the menu.
âCan I get a white chocolate mocha frappuccino, with an extra pump ofâŠâ his words die out, and his eyes widen as he finally looks at the girl taking his order. âHey.â
âHi.â You laugh at the way this stranger loses his train of thought. âExtra pump of white chocolate syrup?â
âYeah.â He exhales, unable to rip his eye off you as you write the words down on the plastic cup with a sharpie.Â
âName for the order?â
âGoâ Satoru,â he corrects himself. âItâs Satoru.â
Heâs a little awkward, but you still find him quite charming and smile. âAlright, Satoru. Your order should be ready in about 10 minutes.â
âAwesome. Thanks,â he nods rather pathetically, then goes to sit in an empty corner of the shop with only one thought in mind:Â
He has 10 minutes to come up with what to say to get your number.Â
never be good at your job. it's a trap. they'll just give you more and harder stuff to do and it'll pull you away from your true passion of writing gay fanfiction for people on the internet
Warnings: Domestic Fluff and Implied Smut. Gender Neutral reader, no Y/N.
Summary:
Yuushi comes home from working overtime and finds you in the same predicament.
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âYouâre still awake?â Yuushi stumbles into the bedroom, his tie hanging loosely around his neck and his blazer folded over his arm.Â
You stifle a yawn, studying the bags underneath his eyes. âSo are you.â
Yuushi hums, hanging up his suit before approaching you from behind, leaning on the back of your chair. He drapes his arms over your shoulders and rests his chin atop your head.Â
âYouâre heavy,â you grunt, trying to push him away. Yuushi doesnât say anything, but he lets his full weight crush you.
Note:
I had this in my drafts and thought: why not just post it for Valentine's day?
So here you go. I don't have any other drabbles prepared, so we'll see how I manage the upcoming weeks, lmao.
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The bright white light sears into your retinas, and you blink to moisten the dry burn. One hand rubs your eyes while the other moves the mouse in a blind search for the dark theme toggle. You ignore the clock in the bottom right corner of your monitor. One of the aluminum cans on your desk tips over, causing you to jump in your seat.Â
You curse under your breath, uprighting the drink before sticky-sweet droplets escape and fry your computer. The rest of it tips down your throat, fizzing like battery acid. Your heart palpitates, and you ignore mixed signals between your brain and body.Â
The room light turns on, and you hiss, covering your eyes before permanent damage can be done.Â
âYouâre still awake?â Yuushi stumbles into the bedroom, his tie hanging loosely around his neck and his blazer folded over his arm.Â
You stifle a yawn, studying the bags underneath his eyes. âSo are you.â
Yuushi hums, hanging up his suit before approaching you from behind, leaning on the back of your chair. He drapes his arms over your shoulders and rests his chin atop your head.Â
âYouâre heavy,â you grunt, trying to push him away. Yuushi doesnât say anything, but he lets his full weight crush you. An undignified noise expels with the remaining air in your lungs. âFuck me.â
âLater,â Yuushi purrs, easing off of you. His hand wraps around your throat, and he looms like a shadow, tilting your head up.Â
âJust letting you know that this angle is really unflattering,â you say.Â
Yuushi snorts and squeezes your throat. âShut the fuck up.â He dips his head and captures your lips in a kiss. His thumb strokes the side of your neck, eyes mapping your features, burning the crinkle of your smile into memory. âI missed you,â he murmurs.Â
You place your hand over his, spinning your chair around so youâre not breaking your neck to look at him. With your arms wide open, you wait as Yuushi sinks to his knees and clings to your waist, burying his face into your stomach. Your fingers thread through his hair, lightly scraping over his scalp. âOvertime is a pain in the ass,â you say.Â
âIt wouldnât be so bad if management were actually competent. I canât wait for my contract to be over,â Yuushi groans, resting his head in your lap.Â
Your eyes droop as your hand continues petting Yuushiâs hair. âHm, isnât that the place that offered you a permanent full-time position?â
âHah! Iâd have to be crazy to accept.âÂ
âI donât think you were ever sane in the first place,â you tease, flicking his forehead. âIâve seen your porn stash.â
Yuushi looks up at you with a warmth that tightens your chest. He takes your other hand and presses a kiss against the palm. âWhat can I say? Iâm a man of refined taste.â
You roll your eyes. âRight, because nothing says classy like a ghost pulling you into a closet and fucking you.â
âHey! Sanya-chan did her best.â
You cup Yuushiâs face in your hands, leaning forward. The corners of your mouth tug upwards when he pushes off his knees to meet you halfway. You move away, and he chases after you. His broad frame pins you to the chair.Â
Yuushiâs ragged breaths are heavy, loud and bordering on the edge of a whine.Â
âDid she? I wasnât really paying attention.â You fiddle with his belt buckle, eyeing the prominent bulge. âI only got to see the first ten minutes before you offered to reenact the entire film.â
Yuushi lifts you up, and your legs lock around his waist, fingers tangled in his hair. His hands cup the swell of your ass, grinding his erection into your clothed sex. âCome to bed with me?â he asks. His lips graze yours, hot breath fanning your face. He holds your gaze, like an incubus tempting you to give up your soul.Â
Electricity sparks in your veins, molten heat kindling between your thighs. You sigh, nuzzling noses together. âI have to finish work.â
âAt 3 in the morning?â Yuushi peppers your jawline with kisses, his stubble prickling your skin. âI think we should both call in sick later.â His tongue is hot and wet against your throat. âWork wonât explode if you donât finish that document.â
You tilt your head up, melting underneath his touch. âI thought you were tired.â Sharp pain blossoms on your collarbone, and Yuushi licks the mark he left behind.Â
Yuushiâs voice is deep and gravelly, rumbling against your skin. âI am. But Iâm also incredibly horny.âÂ
Another button on his shirt comes undone under your deft fingers, and you run a hand over his exposed chest. He throbs against you, and a grin overtakes your features. âWow. Work really riled you up, didnât it?â
âIâve been thinking about ya all day,â he admits without missing a beat. âAlmost had to jerk off in a bathroom stall.â Yuushi laughs, choking on the sound when you lean into him.Â
âShow me what you were thinking about then,â you say, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.Â
A strangled noise leaves Yuushiâs throat, and he nods without a word, beelining to the bedroom. The door shuts, muffling your laughter.Â
End Note:
I haven't caved in yet on committing to smut, but this one really tempted me. I'm sure lots of these drabbles will be reused as the foundation for a oneshot at some point.
Thanks for reading!
I'll see you guys at my next hyperfixation! (ăă»âă»)ă
The thought loops through your head while you polish the same glass for the hundredth time, thumbing the rim âtil it squeaks under cloth.
Right about now, you wouldâve been on a date. Somewhere all candlelit and romantic â if it werenât for your fuckass boyfriend cheating two weeks ago and running off with all his belongings and an airfryer he probably valued more than your relationship.
And now, here you are, lamenting alone behind the bar on Valentineâs night. With nothing to look forward to but the end of your shift and a one-on-one with a markedly morose and deeply unromantic dildo.
Who the fuck was Valentine, anyway? What did he ever do to better society?
You exhale heavy and turn to the ivory-haired customer draped over the bar counter. His arm swings flaccidly, the other tambourining long fingers along the side of his glass. Heâs been nursing the drink for hours now â leaving you with the impression youâve forsaken your time to be an emotional support bartender for a grown man who canât process rejection. You may riot if he doesnât tip well.
You glance at his tab.
Virgin.
Everything heâs ordered has been virgin.
Virgin, like.. no alcohol. None. Nada. No rum, no vodka, no whiskey no brandy no gin â not even a disrespectful splash of tequila. And yet here he is, collapsed over himself like a victorian widow.
âYouu,â he slurs, voice low, âare glowing, ma'am.â
Your lips twitch.
He lifts his head slow, fluffy hair falling into bright blue eyes. Gaze dragging up to yours as if inebriated, although you both know heâs as sober as can be (you wonder, briefly, if heâs drunk on his own despondency).
Perhaps if you met under less pathetic circumstances, you wouldâve thought him attractive. But itâs difficult to view him as anything other than half-melting mozzarella.
âThank you,â you muse.
âYouâre welcome.â
His mouth curves into a slow, crooked smile. He leans closer â close enough that you can see that glazed film over his eyes.
You muster a concerned smile.
âYouâre acting awfully intoxicated, Mr..â â you check the name on his tab for good measure â â..Satoru. For someone thatâs only ordered virgin cocktails.â
He shivers at the way your lips purse around the vowels of his name. Offers a bashful grin.
âWell, yes. I felt virgin would be fitting.â
And, just as you expected, he launches into a riveting tale about his troubles with women. How he clams up and can never seem to say the right thing. Begins to feel awkward in his own bones when he finally gets to âthe bedroom part of the relationshipâ. You nod along absentmindedly, wondering how much cash he has stashed away in that wallet â and if itâs a lot, what percentage of it heâd give to you the longer you listened.
âRight. And so you see, Iâm drinking away my ladyless sorrows for tonight. I figured people here would at least be, uh.. normal about the..â he gulps. Looks down at his drink, around the bar to every person who couldnât give a fuck what he was doing, then at his hands. âwallowing, so to speak.â
âHarrowing story.â
âYou get it,â he says, mournful. âYou see.â
âI see a man whoâs about to be cut off from his third cranberry juice.â
He groans. His gaze drifts back up to you, lingering on the curve of your lips.
â..ah. Youâre so hot.â
Then he coughs abruptly â once. Twice. Doubles down.
âSorryâ shit. I know this is so rude, but, uh.. if I were your boyfriend, Iâd eat you out like my life depended on it. Haha, ha..â
You stiffen.
His words are sweet, sure. A little raunchy. Youâve had worse said to you across this counter, from markedly worse guys than Satoru appears to be. But something about it hits wrong, anyway. Less in the vulgarity and more in the reminder of two weeks and an airfryer ago. Of a broke ass hoe who wouldnât go down on you and a dildo bigger than said hoeâs dick in your drawer.
Your jaw tightens. He watches you with sparkling eyes.
And then you smile, resting your arm on the counter and your cheek in your hand. â..yeah?â
âYeeeeahh.â
âââ
Satoruâs head is between your thighs before you even fully process how the two of you ended up in the staff bathroom in the first place. Door locked, lights dimmed down to the shitty single bulb that flickers every time someone walks down the hallway outside. Your skirtâs shoved up around your hips, one leg hooked over his shoulder, and heâs on his knees.
Itâs nice to have a man beneath you, for once.
Heâs talking, too. Of course he is.
âSorry,â he murmurs, thumbing at the cotton of your panties with his pupils blown out wide. Spreading your slick until the fabric is damp. âMâsorry, shiiit, baby.. was real eager, wasnât I? Just.. fuck, you smell goodââ
You suck in a breath when he presses an open-mouthed kiss against the damp cotton. Gentle, like heâs asking for permission.
âYouâre wet,â he breathes. âYou, is thatâ thatâs âcause of me, yeah..?â
You card your fingers through his hair, unsure of whether to shove him closer or yank him back to see the wanton roll of his eyes.
âKeep talking like that and maybe,â you tease.
He lets out a shaky laugh that devolves into a whine when you tug lightly. Fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties at last, dragging down so achingly slow you suspect heâs doing it on purpose. To your knees, then lower, over your ankle until theyâre dangling off the other. And then, instead of tossing the soaked garment aside, he brings it to his nose and inhales.
âSmells so good,â he whispers. Half lidded eyes fluttering up to meet yours before he flushes. âShit, thatâs creepy, isnât it? I just.. fuck, just been thinking âbout this for the last four hours. Was trying my best not to stare at your ass like a perv. Not that I wouldnât wanna stare at your ass, I mean. Iâm sorry. I am a pervertâ uh. Shit.â
âYouâre holding my underwear to your face.â
âYeah,â he smiles, helpless. Then stashes your panties away in his back pocket. âRight. Your pussy needs some love too.â
Your brow twitches. You open your mouth to retort, but all that comes out is a strangled whimper as he spreads your legs. Kitten licking along your inner thigh, reaching your cunt with a happy little hum before spreading your folds with two thumbs. Breathing so close you can feel it.
He stays there for a moment, staring. Silent. Then speaks up, voice hoarse.
âPretty.â
You jolt, eyes darting to his â wide, mouth open and watering as he continues. âIâ you, uhh..â
Ah, this is what he was talking about. Clamming up.
âMe?â
âMhm. Can I..?â
You snort, foot moving to his hard-on. Stepping oh-so lightly. âStop begging and put your mouth on me, Satoru.â
He lets out a broken little sound â half-moan, half-sob â and obliges.
Itâs strange how your boyfriend used to cringe at the thought of flicking your clit, and yet a random man you met a few hours ago can stick his whole tongue up your cunt. And enjoy it. Flattening the appendage and licking a long, greedy stripe all the way up to your clit and back.Â
You shift, trying to adjust, and Satoru whines. Chases after you, big hands gripping your ass and forcing you down against him, nose pressed against your skin like he wants to suffocate himself there.
âFuuuuuck,â he slurs against your folds, âfuckâ sweet, so fucking sweetâ hello, babyââ
Heâs babbling like he has been the whole night, murmuring sweet nothings to the flutter of your cunt. Every drag of his tongue is accompanied by some pathetic, muffled apology. Or praise. Or both.
âShouldâve asked sooner.. god, your clitâs so swollen. Can I suck it? Please, can Iâ fuck, thank you, yesââ
He seals his lips around it and sucks. Gentle, at first â then harder when your thighs tighten around his face. Tongue flicking fast little swirls when he suckles, messy and eager, spit and slick dripping down his chin.
Your hips jerk, and his eyes roll back with the most pornographic moan youâve ever heard come out of a man's mouth.
âDo that again,â he pleads, wrecked. âGrind on my face. Please. Use me, I want you to use meâ wanted to be here all night, fuck, would stay till morning if you let me, pretty girl.â
You do grind down â harder than you mean to â and he whines. But doesnât pull away. Just opens his mouth wider, tongue pushing inside you. Fucking in and out in sloppy little thrusts while his nose bumps your clit on every pass.
Heâs loud. Obscenely so. Slurping and moaning and panting against you like heâs the one getting head, hips twitching uselessly as the bulge in his slacks strains. Dark spot blooming at the tip. And yet he doesnât even try to touch himself, all his focus dedicated to the area between your thighs.
âGonnaâ hah, gonna make you cum,â he gasps, pulling back just long enough to breathe. Lips swollen and shiny, face a flushed mess. âOn my tongue. Wanna feel it.. taste it. Iâve been good, right? Been good for you?â
He doesnât wait for an answer. Just buries his face right back in, sucking your clit while two fingers slide inside you, curling immediately.
Heâs shaking.
You realize with a jolt that heâs trembling all over. Like he might cum in his pants just from having his mouth on you.
Your orgasm rolls into you in waves as he moans brokenly into your cunt, tongueing you through every pulse, every flutter, drinking down everything you give him like he needs it to survive. And he doesnât stop until youâre shoving his head back, cunt aching with sensitivity as heâs pried off with a wet gasp.
His lips are parted, panting, eyes glassy and unfocused. Thereâs a smear of your slick running from his jaw down his neck.
Ruined.
And Satoruâs smiling. Shy, stupidly fond.
â..thank you,â he whispers, hoarse. âThanks for letting me, uh.. Iâd do that again. Right now. Or whenever. Iâm yoursâ I mean, could I.. number..?ââ
You cut him off by dragging him up by the collar, kissing the taste of yourself off his tongue. Smiling when he melts into it instantly, warm hands hovering just shy of your waist as if asking for permission. âOkay.â
When you pull back, he takes a moment to breathe. Presses his forehead against yours, eyes unfocused.
âI came.â
âWhat?â
He flushes. You follow his gaze down to the wet spot in his slacks.
Yuushi chuckles. âRice is already done. Soup will be another ten minutes.â
âI wasnât talking about the food.â You slide his sweater up and purr as the heat sears your fingertips. His abdomen flexes as you trace the solid lines.
Note:
Hello! I know I disappeared off the face of the Earth. Life has been bumpy lately. I recently got laid off from work, so I've had more time to write while I job-hunt. I'm looking into multiple options in hopes of eventually turning writing into a full-time gig (commissions, patreon, etc.).
But in the meantime, I promised myself to write one or two drabbles a week for practice and to build my following. I could be strategic and pick a more popular fandom (because I think there are very few of us in the Lady K & Sick Man, but please prove me wrong). This is just the hyperfixation I keep going back to, so I hope this makes the other ten people that scour this tag happy lol.
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Orange blooms behind your eyelids, and a bright warmth beckons you to open them. Â
You slip out a hand from the blankets and shudder as you rub the crust from your eyes. Burrowing further into your warm cocoon, you stare at the golden rays spanning across the room, watching the dust particles dance.Â
Faint clanging of pots and pans, and the empty side of the bed, convince you to leave your downy haven. The morning air nips at your skin, and you rummage around the closet, pulling the sweater over your head as the hem rests low on your body. Your bare feet flinch as they come in contact with the cold wood. You hasten your steps into the kitchen, feeling the rush of warm air when you slide open the door.Â
You step inside and shut the door, careful not to make any noise. Rich miso soup tickles your nose, and the gentle gurgles coming from the pot send a pang through your stomach. Tiptoeing, you sneak up on Yuushi, who has his back turned to you as he stirs the soup with a ladle.Â
His body wash overpowers your senses when you bury your face in his clothes, wrapping your arms around his waist.Â
Yuushi grabs one of your hands and lowers his head to kiss your knuckles. âGood morning,â his raspy morning voice rumbles against your skin.
âSmells good,â you say, squeezing his waist.Â
Yuushi chuckles. âRice is already done. Soup will be another ten minutes.â
âI wasnât talking about the food.â You slide his sweater up and purr as the heat sears your fingertips. His abdomen flexes as you trace the solid lines. âI think next time you should make breakfast in an apron and nothing else.â Your touch runs over his chest, grazing the hardening nipples.Â
Yuushi hisses as you caress a mark on his skin, remembering the sensation of your teeth sinking into his flesh. âI would use an apron if we didnât ruin the last one,â he says.Â
Your face flushes as you recall the white, frilly materialâmore a pile of rags now. You had teased Yuushi too much, and the apron did not survive the consequences.Â
âIf you buy another one, Iâll cook with it next time,â you say.Â
Yuushi turns around and lifts you with one arm, seating you on the countertop. He stands between your legs; the bulge in his pants presses against your core.Â
Your breath hitches underneath his dark eyes. You reach out to caress the side of his face, biting your lip to hold in the laughter as the stubble tickles your skin.Â
An appreciative hum leaves his lips as he admires his sweater swallowing your frame. His hands rest on your inner thigh, rubbing circles into the skin as he hikes the material higher. âAre you wearing anything else underneath?â Yuushi asks. He doesnât wait for an answer as he cups your bare sex. He clicks his tongue. âYouâll ruin the countertops at this rate.âÂ
Yuushi towers over you, caging you on both sides with his thick arms. His throat bobs as you peer up at him through your lashes. He focuses on your parted lips, and he cradles your face as he kisses you, groaning as the contact creates friction between your lower bodies.Â
âYuushi,â you whimper, breathing ragged, when he pulls away from the kiss.Â
Yuushi rests your foreheads together, and he licks his lips. âDonât say my name like that unless youâre prepared for the outcome.â
âThe foodââ
Yuushi reaches over and turns the stovetop to the lowest setting. âWe can always reheat anything that becomes cold. Right now Iâm not interested in eating any of it.â He captures your lips in another kiss, nibbling on your bottom lip as he grinds his erection into you. Yuushi maps the expanse of your throat with his mouth, sinking to his knees until his head is level with the countertop.Â
Your fingers thread through his unruly, black hair, and you watch through hooded lids as he kisses your thigh.Â
Yuushi grins. âWhat do ya say, Sweetheart? Up for a little snack before breakfast?â
Dizziness spins your head, and your body becomes overwhelmed with a sense of need. âPlease.â His name leaves you in a breathless whisper.Â
Yuushi strokes your leg, pressing his lips against your knee. âIâm warning you. I can be greedy sometimes.â His eyes soften. âBut if itâs too much, tell me to stop, and I will.â The fluttering in your chest is cut short when he opens his mouth again. âOr you can rip some of my hair out.â
âYuushi!âÂ
The smirk on his face widens, and the heat coiling in your gut intensifies. You know he can smell you, see your desire for him overflowing onto the kitchen counter.Â
âDonât worry, Sweetheart. Iâll take good care of ya.â
Yuushi buries his face between your thighs, and any thoughts of breakfast are long forgotten.Â
End Note:
I will admit I only have one other drabble in the backlog, which means I need to get to work!!
If you have any drabble ideas, please send them through an ask!! It doesn't have to be for Yuushi or even this fandom, I'm open to trying new things!
I'll see you guys at my next hyperfixation! (ăă»âă»)ă