cw/notes: mdni/nsfw, this one is just suggestive, talk of sex, language, religion, they're literally in a confessional so, sacrilegious acts/talk, butchered script of a confessional oops, concept of sin/what's "good and evil" through the lens of religion, this fic is pushing my limits as a writer and I'm kind of here for it, written in karim's pov
-> opening hymn. . .angel of small death
"Látom."
Said in unison, but he swallowed hard upon hearing the voice on the opposite side of the curtain.
“Bless me, for I have sinned. . ."
That voice, fuck, he knew that voice.
Sinful and razor sharp, making his breath hitch in his throat from a mere sentence. A voice that brought wicked thoughts and depraved actions into their confessions; everything rotten and debauched within every thread of reconciliation. A familiarity within the cadence and tone, he felt his heart sink right down to his stomach. A feeling that festered, long since over due to bubbling over, that he pushed down even harder; shoving down any prior thought he had with a force that could kill - to maim.
“It's been a month since my last confession. These are my sins. . .”
Everything about this was wrong.
He had an ever growing feeling that the woman on the other side of the curtain knew that. Divulging lustful coated sins within a saccharine breath, erotic details that had no such business within a holy place. Acutely aware of the smirk that hung on her lips with every sin confessed - he heard it. He could feel it. Hitting him right in the stomach and bringing him crashing down with every syllable that left her upturned lips. Every righteous thought hammered into the very fiber of his soul screamed at him that this was wrong; this was evil.
". . .I seem to have an issue with lust of the flesh. . ."
He should stop this.
He grabbed at the thick black fabric of his pants, just above the knee, in hopes to center himself and pull himself back. To not let his thoughts wander again - to not sin again. But he listened all too attentively, hanging on every single word, every so called confession, that left her lips.
He didn't want to stop this.
". . .you're the same priest as last time, aren't you?"
Interrupting her own confession, interrupting every thought he had of remaining calm and collected. Interrupting the bashing of memorized scriptures in his mind, as he repeated them over and over and over as she spoke.
"Yes." A nearly breathless reply. Furthering him to clasp the black fabric tighter, white knuckling the seams with sweat slicked hands, and clench his jaw.
He heard a hum.
"Good."
He wanted to wretch, the amusement in a single word made him nauseous. He didn't know a word to have such a dreadful effect; an effect that made him grit his teeth from the desire filled tone that swallowed the word whole. Screwing his eyes shut as to not further himself astray. Sin filled thoughts already creeping into his mind that he took with an iron grip and forced to the deepest parts of his mind; he prayed they would never surface again.
He was a righteous man, a holy man, one of which shouldn't dare entertain even the mere idea of such wicked actions. But the moral sin of desire was a treacherous one to fall to; falling to his knees in attrition - such false repentance - as the stain of lust was his only folly.
"Now make a good act of contrition." Uttered through gritted teeth and closed eyes, following a script within the caverns of his mind. He heard another hum and felt his resolve start to crumble at his feet.
"I firmly intend, with Sol's help, to do penance, to sin no more,
and to avoid whatever leads me to sin."
No you won't, is what he wished to say. He instead took a deep breath and held it, pausing a moment as he wracked his brain of another prayer. The only salvation in the moment being she would leave soon, to leave him a mess of a man - but righteous nonetheless.
"Aren't you going to pray for me? Tell me my sins are forgiven?"
Dammit.
"I absolve you from your sins," spoken in a single breath. Forced through his teeth, knowing forgiveness meant nothing to the woman beyond the curtain - she didn't care. "Látom." Cleansing heinous actions, disgraceful words, and his own mind within a single word.
"Látom."
"Go in peace."
"I have every intention to. Thanks be to Sol."
He felt his breath return to him once he heard her leave; nearly out of breath as he filled his lungs with air. Putting his head in his hands and letting put a groan.
MINORS DNI. 18+. Slight academic rivals trope. Mentions of alcohol. 0.7K
The noise of music and laughter was a muffled constant. No slurred voices or wobbly steps broke the frail privacy you had found in the second floor bathroom. Granted, drunk college students and stairs were not a good combination, so you doubted anyone would manage to interrupt before you were done.
Akaashi moaned and gripped your hair tighter, snapping your attention back to him. His face crumbling in pleasure as you sucked his cock almost made you want to giggle. If only the people downstairs could see him now. Apathetic Akaashi. Intelligent Akaashi. Serious, meticulous, perfect Akaashi. The one who never acted on impulse, who was always composed. The one who was fucking your mouth like he would die if he didn’t come.
And to think that, under any other circumstance, you wouldn’t exchange one miserable word with each other unless forced. Or when trying to irritate each other.
Another moan broke past his lips, a whisper of your name you could not pass up. “Enjoying yourself?” came your mocking the second you pulled away from him.
Akaashi was not amused. His eyes bore holes into your face, and you knew he wished you would just hold your tongue for once in your life. The words were so familiar to you, you could almost hear him saying them in your head.
“Shut up and use that pretty mouth of yours in the only way you’re good at,” he groaned as he attempted to slide his cock back between your lips.
You pushed him away, inching towards him until he fell onto the closed toilet seat. “Oh, please,” you began as you stood up and bunched up your skirt. Akaashi’s hands were quick to pull down your panties and help your legs to the sides of his body. “We both know I crushed you at last week’s debate.”
Whatever witty retort he had ready was lost in the moan he let out as you sat down on his cock and your walls wrapped around him. Instead he said, very eloquently might you add, “Oh Go–fuck.” Your little giggle earned you a slap to your ass and a scowl. Neither of them discouraged the haughty grin on your face.
However, as much as you enjoyed teasing him, you enjoyed fucking him much, much more. The treaty of peace was to be honored for as long as his cock remained inside of you, and so you started bouncing on his lap without a trace of shame.
Akaashi wasn’t gentle in the way he sank into you. His hands held your hips so hard they were sure to leave bruises. His hips pushed against you harder every time, ripping the moans out of your vocal chords with each thrust. He was ruthless and he was desperate. Wanting, needing, to feel more of you than humanly possible. Drunk on the feeling of you, he kept whispering your name in your ear. His sweet, debauched pleasure fueled your own. God, it felt so good, his bare cock fucking you senseless, his voice cracking and whining.
Feeling your orgasm begin to build up, you pressed closer to him and sped up the pace of your hips. His warm and firm body pressed and rubbed against your clit every time you sank on his cock. His hands held your ass firmly, slender fingers digging into your tender flesh. His head was tilted down as he sucked on the spot between your neck and shoulder. Everything, all of it, edged you closer to the end.
Overwhelming, powerful. Pleasure like no other. The feeling of him, the sound of him. It was all too much to bear, too much to resist.
All-consuming and mind-numbing, the orgasm left you frozen in place, back arched and toes curling. With a silent cry, you let the waves of pleasure wash over your body. Akaashi didn't relent, didn't allow for any truce. He went on thrusting desperately and holding you down by the hips, fucking you through your high.
You were on the edge of oversensitivity, painful pleasure setting you on fire, when he finally spilled inside of you. As if it was what he was made for, he chased the ending with abandon. Wet and harsh, the sound of his thrusts bounced off the walls. You moaned in his ear and he chuckled.
“You love it, don't you?” His voice was a low rumble against your skin. “When I fill you up like that. You love it, huh?”
He finally let you slump against him, cock still inside you and cum spilling out.
“Fuck off,” you replied, all intelligence fucked out of your brain.
— dark nights and isolated alleys are the perfect hunting ground for predators.
› dark content. MINORS DNI.
F.READER ; NONCON , DEGRADATION + HUMILIATION , FACEFUCKING , DACRYPHILIA , CHOKING , UNPROTECTED SEX , SLIGHT IMPACT PLAY , PUBLIC SEX / EXHIBITIONISM ; USE OF "BUNNY" AS PET NAME , PREDATOR / PREY THEMES ; MIND BREAK?, RELUCTANCE? ,READER'S THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS DON'T MATCH HER BODY'S REACTION , OBJECTIFICATION I THINK ; NAOYA IS CRUEL
› words : 5.4K
fyi i'm a little on the fence about this one, but i decided to post it anyways. i both feel like this one might be a bit too dark, and not good enough at the same time. like, i like it but feel bad for liking the fic? sigh... just, procede with caution i guess.
the sound of your high-heels click-click-clicking in the empty alleyway was almost unnerving. it broke the silence like bullets cutting through the air. heavy, piercing, reckless. and if you weren’t alone in that dark, forgotten passage, you were sure it would attract unwanted attention. avoiding the torn bags of trash that had fallen from a nearby container, you scrutinized your surroundings, warily eyeing the shadows behind you.
cold wind roared around you, boisterous and unforgiving. you wrapped your coat tighter around your scantily clad body and cursed at your decision of wearing a skirt to work.
a loud crash had you jumping in your place. heartbeat hammering against your ribcage, you stopped in your tracks. you wiped the sweat in your palms on your coat, glanced over your shoulder. the dense darkness didn’t allow you to distinguish any silhouette other than the trash containers and a few piled-up boxes. you could almost feel your heart jumping to your throat, eager to escape, and yet you slowly began turning on your heels.
your trembling breathing turned into cool vapor in front of your eyes. your feet faltered for a brief second, nails digging in your palms, body tensing in alert. a million thoughts crossed your mind. should you run if you encountered danger? should you scream? would anyone even hear you — come to your rescue — that late at night?
against common sense, you shut your eyes tightly before taking the final turn.
it was eerie, how absolute the silence felt. deafening, even. with your breath caught in your throat, everything seemed to come to a halt as you opened your eyes.
a pair of glowing eyes stared back at you from within the darkness, unblinking, menacing. they almost looked like they belonged there, deep in the shadows. the hairs on the back of your neck rose at your inability to distinguish any form attached to such eyes. you stood there, unable to move even a finger, heartbeat now racing painfully, until the sound of shifting caught your ears.
frozen in place, you saw a black cat emerge from the dark. you remained like that, speechless, for another second before letting out an embarrassed chuckle. the animal jumped from its spot on a pile of things and sauntered towards you, purring and meowing. you leaned to scratch its fluffy head and watched with amusement as it padded away once it was satisfied. you continued your walk like nothing happened as your heartbeat calmed down ever so slightly.
the cat’s departure left you a little more at ease, but you still couldn’t shake the restless feeling crawling up your spine. you brushed off the weird sensation and chuckled to yourself, laugh coming out chopped and shrill.
there was nothing to be afraid of. you were sure of it, wanted to be sure.
the more you approached the sidewalk, the more visible your surroundings became, streetlamps casting dull light over them. you were steps away from stepping out of the alley, when a dark figure cut your path. you jumped back, hand flying to your chest, right above your heart, as your pulse wavered and quickened. one of your feet stepped behind you, ready to run if needed.
your eyes widened, taking in the man in front of you. he was tall, taller than any of the men you knew, and stood with his hands in his pockets, slightly leaned backwards in a carefree posture. his towering frame eclipsed the light coming from the street, shadow engulfing your body. the baseball cap he was wearing hid most of his face, but you could still see the malicious grin that stretched his lips as his eyes, you supposed, raked over your frame.
“what a pretty little thing i found,” he spoke, voice charged with something akin to greed. red, hot, vicious greed. the kind that takes, takes and takes without giving back.
your lips parted as if to speak, but no sound came out. standing up straight, too straight for it to be natural, you tried not to show you were intimidated, but your trembling breathing and shaking hands gave you away.
the stranger took a step closer to you.
you tried to walk away.
“wanna play with me, little bunny?” he whispered as he followed, head tilting to the side. a devious glint sparked through his eyes, amusement growing at the look of dread you were trying so hard to conceal.
you took a step back, and another, and another, in vain. every time you moved, he followed closely, refusing to let you get away. the expression he wore seemed to morph right before your eyes, growing darker and madder the more you tried to escape him. the smile he gave you sent a shudder down your spine. all sharp, menacing teeth, pink tongue darting out to lick a line across them.
he looked every bit like a predator toying with its prey.
your brain screamed at you to run away, alarms going off relentlessly, and yet you found yourself suddenly stuck in your place. muscles heavy and stiff, you could do nothing but watch as he came closer, closer, closer still, until you were breathing in the same air. the man reached for your face, you flinched at the contact. a light chuckle reverberated through his chest as his cold fingers grazed your cheek, rough, calloused skin meeting your soft, smooth one.
such a cute thing you were, a helpless creature for him to devour. he couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into your tempting flesh. there you were, looking at him with your panicked, sweet eyes, like you didn’t know what he wanted, like you didn’t want it as well. but he knew. oh, he knew damn well the kind of things women like you wanted. you could pretend all you wanted, but it had only taken him a quick glance your way to know the kind of needy whore you really were.
still you kept your little act, squirming under his touch like it revolted you, breathing shallowly like you were scared of making a noise. he could kind of admire it, how dead set you were on playing the role of poor little red riding hood in the hands of the big bad wolf.
the man scoffed. he would enjoy it so much, breaking you apart.
as if you could sense the impending danger, you swiftly pushed his hand away and darted towards the other end of the alley. your heart was racing. drops of sweat ran down your forehead. your chest rose and fell at the rhythm of your uneven breathing as you pushed yourself to the limit, fighting against the numbness in your limbs. and he played along, let you think you had a chance, that you could escape his claws that easily.
you shuffled through the grime in the alley, jumping over trash. he remained still, watched you hurry away. the filth clinging to your heels hindered your movements. footsteps began to chase after you, booming in the silence. you tripped on a box, yelled a curse. a strident laugh behind you made you jump in your place.
feet faltering, you were seconds away from falling, but managed to catch yourself. the other side of the street was merely a couple steps away. you could see the light from the streetlamps seeping through the darkness. the stranger’s footsteps grew louder, closer. you were almost there, almost safe.
he was right behind you.
you jumped forward, ignored the fire lapping at your legs and muscles.
it would only take you a couple minutes to find an open business to take shelter in. maybe you could lose him before that. maybe your heels could serve as a weapon to defend yourself. there had to be something you could do to escape his claws.
all the options you could think of flashed through your mind in a blur — but by then it was too late.
hastily, an arm snaked its way around your waist, pulling you back before your skin even had the chance to be bathed in the dull light. a warm chest collided with your back. a hand covered your mouth. you struggled against his grip as he carried you away, kicked his legs and clawed at his arms. he tightened his hold on you, making it hard for you to breathe.
his lips grazed the shell of your ear as he whispered, “don’t run from me, bunny. i just want to have some fun.” a low, rumbling laugh echoed eerily through the alley.
a veil of silence fell upon you, so quiet you were almost certain he could hear your heart hammering against your ribcage if he tried hard enough. stuttering breathing turning into vapor in front of you, you shut your eyes tightly and leaned against his chest, sneaked a hand into your pocket as you leaned your head into his shoulder.
he chuckled and nuzzled your neck, taking in your scent like you were a delicate flower in a lover’s embrace. you took a deep, measured breath. the man smiled against your bare skin. your fingers brushed the edge of your phone. the feather-light touch of his lips sent shivers all through your body. you touched your phone, fingers struggling to unlock it through muscle memory.
“what do you think you’re doing?” you froze as cold fingers joined your own, reaching into your coat to take away the last hope for saving. “i’m gonna keep this for now,” he mumbled against your skin as he pocketed the little object.
letting out a sigh, he took a step back. pulled you with him as he trudged to the middle of the alley, where light couldn’t reach and the containers would shield you both from any curious spectators that might stumble upon those streets. he pushed your chest against the wall, placed your hands on the sides of your head and ordered you to keep them there. his body chased after your own as he spoke, pressed hard against you. you had half a mind to recoil from the grimy surface, but it only pushed you further into his arms.
“if you know what’s best for you, you’ll do as i say.” his fingers clasped around your chin, mouth brushed the line of your jaw as he spoke. there was a sort of softness in his voice that felt oddly menacing; it forced your lips into a thin line and the sob you almost uttered down your throat.
hands began to run up and down your sides, lightly, almost teasingly. you swallowed thick. a knot formed in your throat. his breath fanned the curve of your neck. fingers tugged at the collar of your clothes. a wet, warm tongue wandered from the slope of your shoulder to just below your jaw. his lips attached to the spot, sucked hard enough to drag a pained whine out of you.
the stranger looped his fingers on the belt of your coat then, played with it before slowly undoing it. wind caressed your body with ease as he slid the coat off your shoulders, down your arms. you watched the piece of clothing fall to the ground, shuddered at the sudden cold.
his lips never left your skin. they littered your neck with bites and wet marks. his tongue soothed the sharp pain as his teeth released your flesh. drool trickled down your collarbone, got lost in between your breasts like raindrops getting swallowed by the earth.
tremors coursed through your body, partly in response to the weather, partly in anxious waiting. which one was the most predominant one, you weren’t sure. when his hands came to a stop on your hips, however, the answer seemed to be clear in your head. the trembling of your lips became that much more evident, breathing stuttering as he kneaded your flesh. you shut your eyes tightly, leaned your forehead against the wall as you braced yourself for what was to come.
electric-like anticipation ran through the man’s veins. every twitch of your body, every faltering whimper, urged the ravenous animal inside of him to take more and more. with an eager hum, he pushed your ass backward, pressed it flushed against his crotch. his half-hard erection settled between your cheeks through the fabric of your clothes. the feeling of relief was almost automatic. the first thrust elicited a groan from his throat, drawn-out and full of craving. his hands dug on your hips and forced you to meet his own. a pitiful sound, half sob and half whine, left your lips as his pace grew rougher and faster.
the stranger shushed and cooed at you, promised to be gentle if you calmed down. although you knew he was lying, could hear the sadistic smile in his voice, the joy your state brought him, you tried your best to quiet down and relax in his hold.
nimble fingers danced along the hem of your skirt, twirling and twisting the fabric with a delicacy that contrasted strikingly with your current situation. he wasted no time bunching it up with one hand, holding your hip tightly in the other as he grinded even harder against your ass. breathing in deeply, you began pushing back on your own. his grip loosened slightly when he felt you grounding your hips against him.
“that’s it, just like that…'' despite the shame crawling up your skin, the sound of his voice went straight to your lower half, fire tugging at your insides and arousal reluctantly making itself known.
one of his hands slithered to your front, cupped your clothed cunt in a firm grasp. he flattened his palm against your clit as two of his fingers glided in between your folds. the friction between the bundle of nerves and the fabric of your panties and stockings had a slight burn to it, but you found yourself bucking into his touch regardless, movements irregular and frantic.
tears stung behind your eyes, moans threatened to break free, short-lived whimpers bubbled in the back of your throat. it was humiliating, the way you couldn’t stop yourself from rutting against him in spite of how disgusting and wrong you knew it was.
you felt more than heard his chuckling, vibrating deep within his chest and against your back. “my oh, my… seems breaking you down was easier than i expected.”
the wet warmth of his tongue whirled on the shell of your ear. you inhaled deeply, willing yourself to relax your body. teeth began nibbling and sinking on your earlobe, sharp enough to hurt. you exhaled, weighing what little options you had left, in case a chance to escape presented itself. the pace of the stranger’s thrusts grew messier, calloused fingers gripping you tighter. his demeanor turned even rougher as he groaned and panted against your skin, like an animal in heat desperate for release.
you grounded your hips against him fervently — maybe the cloud of an orgasm would stun him long enough for you to run. just as you were readying yourself to make your escape, however, his hips came to an abrupt halt and the man detached himself from your back. his hands remained on your body, and were soon turning you around to face him. from behind the cap, his shadowed eyes stared at you with a kind of fierceness, a kind of hunger, that made your whole body, soul and mind tremble.
one of his hands reached for your face, fingers lightly grazing your cheek. taking it as your last chance, you attempted to swat it away and will your feet to run, but the stranger was one step ahead of you. the grip he kept on your hip, coupled with his other arm immediately darting out towards you, proved just how little, rather nonexistent, of a chance you had against him. in no time, he pushed you up against the wall once more. the impact was harsh, harsher than the first time, and it punched the air right out of your lungs. he took advantage of your confused and spluttering state, eyes gleaming viciously in your direction as a hand snaked up your torso.
his fingers found purchase around your neck, barely resting against your skin for a moment before he squeezed. the grip was light, but it was enough of a warning to have your eyes widening and muscles tensing in alert. a wicked grin graced his lips and you began to wonder if he’d ever stop smiling.
his other hand began trailing down your abdomen, fingers threatened to dip underneath the waistband of your stockings and past the line of your skirt and panties. like your body was suddenly set on fire, however, you began clawing at his arm desperately. his fingers tightened dangerously around your throat in response. your legs kicked and trembled. he snickered as he held you down, rumbling and rough. you arched your body off the grimy surface behind you, pushed and pulled as you gasped for air.
in the midst of your struggling against his hold, the cap in his head was knocked over. his eyes shined brighter and wilder with nothing to shadow them — more than those of a human, they looked like those of an untamed animal, a predator ready to pounce on its defenseless prey.
it scared you, how wild he looked as he forced you into submission. hand firm around your neck, the other gripping your hip and his body caging you against the wall, you had no choice but to give up and give in.
breathlessly, almost tiredly, he whispered against your lips. “easy there, bunny.” he eyed you avidly, hand traveling down your body once more as his fingers stroked the side of your neck. “you don’t want me to get angry now, do you?” his grip tightened once more.
falling back against the wall, you forced yourself to take a deep, burning breath. eyes closed, mouth open, chest rising and falling swiftly. you finally relaxed your body. a soft praise filled the air. jolts of dopamine filled your brain as a humiliating sense of accomplishment washed over you.
“mhm… are you going to behave now?” reluctantly, you nodded. it drew an appreciative hum from him. “well, then, if you’re such an obedient little whore…” his hand left your neck, air flowing easily to your lungs now, and rested on your shoulder. his other hand came up to join it. “get on your knees for me.”
as he uttered the order, his hands pressed your shoulders and pushed your body down. they didn’t stop, not until your knees hit the dirty ground of the alley; and your body, pliant and without a trace of resistance left, followed easily.
eyes wide and shining with unshed tears, you stared up at him. fearing. waiting. with your heart in your throat. you sucked in a breath when his hand met your face again. the man tilted his head and let out a contemplative hum as his thumb traced your lips. he pushed past them without a warning, pressing and dragging on your tongue. two fingers replaced his thumb, lazily fucked your mouth under his apathetic gaze.
he grinned when saliva began dripping down your chin, scoffed as he pulled out and cleaned his wet fingers on your cheek. his free hand found its way to the top of your head, grabbed a fistful of your hair and tilted it backwards. your eyes were forced to meet his predatory ones as he messily unzipped his pants.
“open.” came the simple command and your jaw slacked pitifully fast, earning you a sneer from him.
a gasp left your lips when he finally took his cock out of his underwear. he was big — too big, you’d argue. pearly drops of precum leaked from the head, a bulging vein ran from below it all the way down to the base.
‘it wont fit,’ you wanted to tell him, but held your tongue back. it would fit. he’d make it fit, and you knew that.
the stranger grabbed his cock by the base and nudged your lips with his tip. you took the head in, sucking and licking and lapping at the slit fervently in hopes it’d appease the storm barely contained within him. the man, however, was impatient, unwilling to wait for you. your nostrils flared as he pushed all the way past your lips. tears welled your eyes as it hit the back of your throat. guttural whimpers bubbled from within you as he held you down.
he let his head fall back with a rumbling groan and allowed himself to enjoy the warmth and tightness of your throat before pulling all the way out and stroking his length. you used that brief moment to steady yourself and take a deep, shaky breath. the next time he pushed past your lips, he did it roughly, carelessly. you gagged and choked around him, spluttered as you strained to swallow around him. and he chuckled, low and deep in his throat, enjoying your struggling like it was the most amusing show.
“such a disgusting whore… sucking a stranger’s dick out in the open.” he scoffed, tugging at your hair and forcing his cock deeper in your mouth.
tears flowed easily down your face now, makeup ruined and cheeks stained. your stomach sank when you noticed the sickening, sadistic smile that spread his lips at the sight. it fueled the unsettling fire burning inside you, pulled and tugged at your guts, sent cold shivers running down your spine — had your cunt drooling shamefully and your walls fluttering helplessly.
slobber and precum ran down your chin by the time he finally pulled out. the stranger ran a thumb across the mess, gathered as much as he could before slipping it past your now swollen lips. the look in his eyes — a displeased, dark kind of look — sent all your senses aflame and made your skin crawl with a confusing sense of dejection.
he clicked his tongue in irritation and finally, after what felt like minutes of being stared at, said, “i thought someone with lips as pretty as yours would be better at this.” his hand rested on your cheek for a moment, and you hid yourself in it before realizing he was only trying to wipe it clean. “let’s hope your pussy’s better.”
with a hand on your arm, he forced you to your feet. his knee nudged your thighs apart until he was satisfied. his fingers began treading down your chest. they circled around one of your perked nipples before the man leaned down and took it in his mouth. with his tongue, he lapped and played with the little nub through the fabric, enjoying the way it had you trying to squirm away from his touch.
when the stranger was satisfied, he continued the journey of his hands down your body until, finally, they stopped at your crotch. he sneaked his fingers under your skirt, rubbed two of them on your clothed cunt before the sound of ripping fabric caught your attention. you looked down only to find him tearing the thin stockings.
shame began pumping through your veins before he even got the chance to crouch in front of you. once he did, you were unable to look his way, kept your head facing the sky as tears painted lines on your cheeks. the hearty laugh that broke the silence had you closing your eyes with a mixture of humiliation and revulsion — whether it was towards him or yourself, you weren’t sure.
“for someone who was fighting so much, you sure are wet.” the viciousness in his voice was almost palpable, each and every syllable dripping with a disdainful tone that made you feel even more disgusting than you already did. he eyed the wet patch in your underwear, pushed the fabric aside to finally, after holding himself back and waiting for so long, thrust two fingers in. “but, then again, i suppose that’s how disgusting whores like you are.”
you tried to argue it was not you, defend yourself with your stuttering, shaky words, but they kept getting stuck in your throat the more he touched you. almost as if they knew your true nature and refused to lie on behalf of your crumbling dignity.
his tongue sent a jolt through your body when it met your clit, teasing and licking as his fingers worked inside of you. distorted, muffled whimpers resonated in your throat, disregarding your feeble attempts to conceal them. head thrashing from side to side and sobs resonating in your chest, you weakly tried to push his head away, albeit unsuccessfully.
in spite of it all, your treacherous body was set aflame, spreading your legs even more for him and bucking your hips into his touch. the man took the opportunity to dive deeper, hooking his arms behind you and gripping your hips harder to pull your cunt closer to his mouth. eagerly, he lapped at your arousal, abused the soft spot inside you. he worked you through the fog of reluctance and denial, driving your body through the heat until you were coming undone on his face, walls forced to gush and convulse around his fingers.
you slumped against the wall, only kept standing by his arms, and covered your eyes with your forearm as uncontrollable sobs wracked your entire being. the man stood up, arm wiping his mouth and chin clean. he pushed your arms away from your face, gripped your chin and forced you to lean forward. your eyes darted to the side and closed tightly as his wet tongue met the skin of your cheeks. with a sick hum of satisfaction, he licked the tears pouring from your eyes, as if they were the elixir of life itself.
“look at you.” the stranger sneered, teeth bared in a vicious grin. “you can keep crying...” calloused fingertips wiped more of the salty drops. “you can plead, beg for mercy...” he grinned, fingers roughly gripping your jaw and forcing you to face him. “but that won’t change the fact you’re enjoying this.”
fearful eyes met his cruel ones. the pleasure he took in your suffering was so evident, so sickening it almost made you double over and throw up the contents of your empty stomach. the idea almost seemed appealing, but you doubted a bit of vomit would deter a monster like him. not when he was done using your mouth, anyways.
“just look at how much you came, the mess you made on my face” he leaned in closer, fingers hooking on your chin to make you look up. the grin on his face seemed to gleam before you, mocking you, relishing in the state you were left in. he took pride in how used you looked.
“you should be thankful i was kind enough to let you come.”
without a trace of elegance or tenderness, he took hold of your arm and spun you around. his hand pressed the middle of your back and pushed you firmly against the wall. he pushed your hips towards him and reached under your skirt to slide your stockings and panties halfway down your thighs. “come on, now, isn’t there something you want to say to me, whore?”
a harsh smack on your ass sent a yelp up your throat, replacing the curses you wanted to yell at him. at your silence, the stranger stroke again, hand heavy against your tender skin.
“say it,” he pulled your head back by your hair, lips grazing your ears as he instructed, “a nice and clear ‘thank you, sir’”
you attempted to stutter out the words, but choked on them instead. his tone grew harsher when he demanded his thanks again. and when you failed to meet his expectations, another hit landed on your ass.
“last opportunity.” you felt the head of his cock press between your folds. “repeat after me.” he pushed in slightly. “‘thank you, sir’”
his grip on your hip tightened. his teeth closed on your shoulder. the heat radiating from his chest felt overwhelming.
you took a sharp breath. “thank yo–” words broke into a mixture of sobs and whimpers as he pushed his length completely in. a satisfied laugh left him at your reaction.
without a second to waste, the man began snapping his hips against yours. pace ruthless. grip bruising. he used you as he pleased, held as little concern for your body as he would a sex doll. that was probably all you were to him. a filthy, cheap toy with which to satiate his lust. an object, only meant to please him as many times as he demanded pleasing.
“i don’t think i heard you right. speak up, little bunny.” a hand reached for one of your breasts, pinched your nipple harshly before going up, towards your neck. your “thank you” came choked as it tried to make its way through the grip of his fingers around your throat, but it was enough to satisfy him. far from appeasing him, however, it only seemed to stir up even more hunger in him.
brutal and fierce, he fucked into you without a trace of shame or guilt. his cock sunk into your cunt with an embarrassing lack of resistance, yet with his girth it still made for a tight fit. you wouldn’t be surprised if your insides were left shaped after him, marked forever as his. his plaything, his possession, even if you were never to see him again.
the thought both disgusted and sent a wave of arousal through you. shame embraced you as an old friend returning home after too long and, worn out and dazed, you welcomed it as you gave in to the man’s sadism. no longer being held back, moans poured out of your mouth at the rhythm of his thrusts. broken, whiny, high-pitched. they joined the sound of skin hitting skin breaking through the otherwise silent night.
unsure as to what for, you started begging and pleading, voice weak and trembling. the man loved every second of it, every sound you uttered. it made him feel powerful, to have reduced you to such a state, to have torn you apart and built you again around him, turned into his mindless toy.
he brought your pliant body against his, forced your head to the side until your neck was exposed, and with delight closed his lips on your skin. another of many marks joined his collection. you hissed, he chuckled against your skin.
the man’s hands returned to your hips with greater strength, kept you in place even though both of you knew you weren’t running away. he leaned down just enough to whisper in your ear, “you’re gonna take it all, won’t you, bunny?” your confusion only lasted the second it took him to speed up his pace, thrusts erratic and messy as he groaned in pleasure. shaking your head desperately, you half-heartedly resumed your abandoned attempts at pulling away from him.
“now, now, you were being so good before,” he mumbled, tightening his grip just enough. “why would you act up again?” he almost sounded disappointed, though with amusement hidden in his tone. you could hear the smile in his voice as you thrashed in his hold.
your struggle, however, did nothing to prevent him from chasing his high. you realized it when you felt him spill inside of you, filling you up until you were almost sure you could feel his cum trickling down your thighs.
when he was done with you, the stranger simply pulled out, wiped his hands on your body and zipped his pants up. frozen in place, eyes wide, mouth open in an unfinished cry, you didn’t even react, the sound of his zipper nothing but a distant murmur.
“you’re welcome, whore” he mumbled in your ear as he gave your hip one last squeeze before leaving you alone in the dark of the alley.
cloud omg roommate osamu who feels kinda bad that his dick twitches every time he sees you, but not bad enough to not jerk it every night (a necessary evil, he believes). thinks he's doing ok-ish trying to restrain himself until he catches you face down ass up while trying to tuck the fitted sheet into the back corner of your bed jfosohdj
it's hard for him, you know, having to pretend everything's fine every time that you smile real big at him, every time you ruffle his hair when you pass him in the kitchen, and every time you call out for him while you're in the shower- needing a new bottle of shampoo or having forgotten a towel.
osamu takes each encounter in stride, gripping the counter a little tighter each time as he exhales a deep breath, fighting desperately to keep the blood rushing to his groin to a minimum- at least while you're around. however, the second he's alone, his hand is shoved down his pants, back pressed to the closing door until it clicks shut and he can groan, finally finding relief as his warm palm connects with his aching cock and he can get himself off, trying his best to remember exactly what your fingers felt like in his hair, how far your cheeks pull back when you grin, or precisely what your shower gel smelled like filling up the small bathroom.
he often wonders what he'd do if he found you in a compromising position, fantasized about how hard he'd fuck you if he was given the smallest chance- but he was never expecting this. never in his right mind had he anticipated strolling into your room to tell you he'd moved your laundry over to the dryer and seeing you struggling, ass up and head buried into the mattress, fighting with your sheets or something- that's not what he was focused on- what he was focused on was the way your entire body shook and wobbled as you wrestle.
he knows what he wants to do. he wants to stride over there and bury his face between your legs, wants to pull your hair while he fucks into you, making you look up at him. but all he manages to do is stutter out an "i'm sorry!" before spinning on his heel and leaving your room in a daze, slamming the door a little too hard...leaving you sitting on your bed, arms crossed, huffing hair out of your eyes, wondering what else you could possibly do to get his attention.
synopsis. simply put, sero's tired of seeing you unsatisfied.
wc. 2.7k
cw. dark content. stepcest. pro hero!sero. fem!reader. infidelity. voyeurism. spit kink. masturbation. multiple orgasms. somehow i made stepcest kinda sensual idk.
commission. for @yourlovemaze
a/n. thank u for comming me bestie </3 hate 2 see u go so here's a very long parting gift :( also i am ,,, sorry :D anyways godspeed n good luck! <33 i have not seen mha in ForEver and this is lowkey highkey my first time writing sero so ,,, this was A Task but a fun one! enjoyed writing this v much mwuah mwuah enjoy!
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Sero’s unsurprised when he hears the low buzz flicker on after your boyfriend leaves. It’s a little funny, almost, and sometimes he silently makes bets in his head to see how long it takes. Sometimes it takes a few seconds, other times a few minutes, but if there was one thing that was sure, it was that buzzing would slip from the cracks beneath your bedroom door after your boyfriend left. In a way, Sero felt sorry for you. Then again, what did you expect?
There’s no way someone like Tamaki could do much to please you.
He takes his time padding over to your bedroom, hands tucked away in his pockets. He’s memorized your routine by now. It doesn’t take long after you start. Two, maybe three minutes before those soft moans billow from your lips in a way Tamaki never pulled from you. They’re a lot sweeter when you’re alone, less punchy and robotic. The moans that mix with the creaking of your bed remind him of those painfully staged porn videos that got him off in his teens. Sero’s long since left his teens, and his tastes have changed. Now he’s much more enthralled with the authentic, and luckily, he’s able to get his fill every time you’re left unsatisfied by your lover.
It’s a little sick in retrospect, but Sero never claimed himself to be a good guy outside of heroism. Parts of him are just as depraved as the people he wrestled behind bars and into quirk restraints, he’s just a lot better at hiding them. Like wanting to fuck his stepsister, for example. That was a secret only he knew.
He leans against your doorway carefully. You’re a lot hastier this time than usual, and there’s a tinge of desperation that leaks into your voice as the buzzing gets louder. You’ve turned up the speed, he figures, and he doesn’t blame you. Tamaki finished himself off a lot quicker than usual and had to run to patrol afterwards, leaving you to deal with yourself. Again. Poor you, left to clean up his pitiful mess inside you, stuck with a boyfriend who couldn’t make you cum. Sero chuckles softly to himself, careful not to make too much noise so you didn’t hear him at the door. Not like you could, anyway, since you were too caught up in what you were doing to pay much attention to your surroundings.
“Fuck,” You breathe out and his eyes flutter shut. “Fuck, fuck! Oh sh-” You cut yourself off and Sero can picture you. The way your eyebrows furrow, the way your lashes coat over wet and dark, how your cheeks bloat and burn while you hold that pretty purple vibrator to your needy clit. A grin slips onto his face, his own bottom lip curling between pearly teeth, and he finds himself teasing the waistband of his sweats, cock jumping slightly for friction. You definitely aren’t helping, increasing need becoming more apparent by the second until your moans break off into silent cries at each end and he can almost see the way your mascara smudges and mixes with angry, frustrated tears at the corners of your eyes.
The things he’d do to see that face in person were downright villainous, but he’d wager jail if that meant he could spend a day wrapped up inside you.
He leaves your doorway moments later, figuring it best not to get himself off right then and there. He’d rather savor the thought for later, way later when your shared apartment was overcast by the shroud of night and he could lie in bed for as long as he wanted, no threat of disruption, and tease his cock at the thought of you making those noises for him. Or maybe even some better ones. Would you writhe and whimper while he drilled his cock into you or would you arch and cry, claw at his skin and demand for more? He’d be more than okay with either option, or both, so long as it’s for him. Didn’t Tamaki realize what the hell he had right in front of him?
Ten minutes later (far too quickly for you to reach any substantial satisfaction, Sero thinks) and your bedroom door creaks open. He hears you wince in irritation at the sound, and silently you pad your way out into the living room. Sero’s waiting, idly flipping through the channels on the TV with his mind very much elsewhere, only returning back to earth when he catches sight of your figure peeking from the hallway. You make eye contact and he sees the way your eyes widen if only a bit, flash of fear flickering through your irises before being masked by a blink. You were probably concerned, thinking he’d heard what transpired- be it the awful sex or the way you embarrassingly had to finish yourself off afterwards or both. For your sake though, Sero figured he’d choose to not bring it up.
“Hey, Hanta.” You breathe and his eyebrow twitches upwards. There’s still that soft rasp in your tone that indicates you coming down from something euphoric, just traces of the ghost of a high you reached a few minutes prior. He tilts his chin upwards and makes a small hum of acknowledgement. “When- when did you get home?”
“A while ago.” He answers vaguely, in part just to see the fear wash through you again. “I finished patrol early today.”
“O-oh, really?” You stutter, turning on your heel to pad off to the kitchen. The way your shoulders square and turn rigid tells him you’re weary, and with your gaze off him he doesn’t try to hide the smirk that pulls itself onto his cherry-chapstick covered lips. “Anything interesting happen?”
“On patrol? Nah.” He sighs nonchalantly. “Morning shifts are pretty uneventful on the weekdays. I was kind of happy to come home early.” Then, Sero decides that maybe he wants to fuck with you a little. Just a little.
“Your boyfriend been here?”
There’s a clatter from the kitchen, a cup that drops in the sink. He holds back a snort as you stutter out, “My- my what?”
“Your boyfriend.” He repeats, turning the channel. “Tamaki. Thought I saw his car pulling out when I came in.”
“N-no, he wasn’t- shit-” There’s more clattering followed by frantic movements to clean whatever it was up. “He wasn’t he-”
There’s a pause as it clicks. It registers slowly, but the worry that laces your tone has Sero biting his bottom lip in anticipation.
“You came in after he left?”
He grins, hearing you slowly exit the kitchen. “Yep.” Curse his nonchalance, you swallow, and he doesn’t need to look at you to see the haphazard way you glance at him.
“So you heard…” Your hands come up to grasp your arms to ground you. He offers you no solace, turning to look at you with an amused look on his face.
“Heard what?” He begins, but doesn’t allow your lips to part for long, far too enthralled with the thought of the dodgy expression melting into embarrassment. “Heard you trying to get yourself off? Yeah, I heard that.”
Fuck.
The way your eyes widen makes him shiver inwardly. You were just so- fuck. “What’s the matter, hm?” There’s feign concern on his face as he cocks his head to the side, tone lightly mocking in the worst way. “Your boyfriend not enough for you?”
Your cheeks burn as your nails dig into your skin, expression marked horrified but you couldn’t look away if you tried. “I- I- Hanta-”
“You need someone to fuck you proper, don’t you?”
Sero half expects you to balk at his forwardness as the tension in the room thickens almost unbearably. He’s sure you can feel his intentions creeping, he’s sure your little mind has pieced together the gravity of the situation, but what catches him off guard is the way your thighs press together. There’s a look in your eye that creeps in and matches the one he displays proudly, one you’re much more ashamed of, but you’re not exactly trying to hide it all the same.
If only he knew just how much you really needed that. Needed him, in particular.
“Hanta,” you swallow as he stands. He stretches taller than you, a mass of lanky limbs and toned muscle that saunters to you. You want to shrink in front of him, in fact you should, but your heels ground you even though you shake your head. “We- we can’t-”
“It’ll be between us.” He says, and curse him, it’s in that chocolatey tone that you only ever hear when he’s talking teasing someone over the phone. It makes your toes curl, heart hammering against your rib cage and you do all you can to keep your weak knees steady as he stands in front of you. The scent of his cologne hits you, a mix of pine and mint that smells so him it makes your eyes inwardly roll. “I’m just trying to help my sister out with a problem, after all. Isn’t that what brothers are for?”
Yes, you think to say. Except that logic applies to when problems are tangibly in their realm to help with. Like getting you out of a sticky situation or helping you build a desk. Not helping with the throbbing between your legs. But it wasn’t like you had much resolve left in you to say no, and it wasn’t like you wanted to.
“Hanta, please,” You breathe and you’re unsure of what you’re begging for. Was it for mercy? Likely. You needed relief, be it from his suffocating presence that made your mind go blank or that tightly coiled not seeded deep in the root of your stomach that desperately needed to be wound out. He’s close now, close enough to where you can smell the minty toothpaste still fresh on his mouth and you can nearly count the lashes sprouting from his waterline.
“Say the word, sweetheart.” It’s low and husky in your ear accompanied by an explorative hand that dances on your sides. “Say the word and I’ll give you what you need. Right here, right now.”
It was that easy. It was too easy, and things that come too easily always have a price attached. For this one it would be the guilt of cheating on your boyfriend, and the complications that came with fucking around with your stepbrother. Was that risk worth the reward presented to you?
“Oh God, oh my God, Hanta! Hanta!”
Apparently so.
Sero was divine. He’s an experience like none other, and far different than what you were normally used to. He was so attentive, so caring and somewhat uncaring at the same time. He looked at you with the same crooked smile and lidded eyes he always did but this time his lips were covered in a mixture of your slick and his spit, and his eyes were filled with intense lust that rivaled most of everything you’d ever experienced. His hands worked you to a high quicker than you thought imaginable, quicker than that stupid toy you bought from the local drugstore, and much more pleasurable than you even expected. The way his index and middle fingers pinched and rolled around your clit had your back arching off of the bed, pretty tits pushing up into his chest, lips quivering and eyes fluttering while his low voice remained steady in your ear telling you to,
“Relax, I got you. There you go, doing so fuckin’ good for me, princess.”
One hand holds your wrists firm in place above your head and he coaxes your hips down to relax, your thighs quivering from the aftershocks of what would be your fourth high of the afternoon. He enjoys it, revels in it, the way you shake and moan and beg with your body and breath for more, more, more, more of which he’s more than eager to give you. He guides your legs open as the other hand moves up to your lips, drunken eyes watching the way your mouth parts open and you take him on your tongue without second thought.
“Good girl.” He praises, rocking his hips up against you, hardened cock running slick between your folds and nudging against your clit. He hooks his fingers in and gently wrenches your mouth open, wide enough for him to lean down, lips pursed, clear glob of spit falling from between his lips onto the flat of your tongue. He doesn’t even need to tell you to swallow it, your mouth closing automatically, eyes fluttering back at the taste. “Good fuckin’ girl, you know what to do for me.”
The moment his tip breaches past the first ring of your cunt Sero feels as if he’s slipped into his wasteland and his heaven. You’re- “Tight,” he gasps out in shock, looking down to watch the way you split open for him. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
“Hanta,” you mewl, hands jerking beneath the grip he has on your wrists. “You’re so big, ‘s so big!”
“You can take it.” He grits out, fucking his tip into you slowly. His cock is fat, he knows it, but moreso than fat, it’s long. Long enough to have your toes curling and eyes rolling around when he’s midway in, your heels pressing into his back when he sinks in even deeper. “‘S s’much!” You cry, but your hips roll down in tune with his, eager to suck as much of him in as possible until he finally bottoms out.
Your mewls sound even sweeter when you cum around him. He can feel you, the way your pussy desperately tries to milk itself, and he bares you mercy when he releases your wrists to allow you to claw onto him the way you want to. His thrusts never cease, slowing down only to let you catch your breath before he’s pushing your legs open, whispering encouragement in your ear, telling you just how he’s going to fuck you. “Making you feel good, huh?” He goads and you keen, bleary eyes unfocused as your nails sink into his skin. “Know I am, you’re cummin’ so much f’me. You needed me, didn’t you?”
“I did, I did!” You wail and he chuckles, hot breath on your ear as his teeth scrape lightly against your earlobe. He’s not sure if he can last much longer but he’s not sure if he can bring himself to pull out of you either. “Feels fuckin’ amazing, sweetheart.” He curses, pressing a sloppy kiss to the side of your neck. “I don’t wanna pull outta you.”
“Don’t.” You breathe, and if he didn’t hear you well enough, the way your legs latch around him and your pussy clenches told him instead. “Don’t, I-I wanna feel it. I want it, want it.”
“Yeah?” He swallows, his heart beating fast. “Want my cum inside your pussy? Tamaki’s not enough for you?”
“No!” You all but cry out, mind too fucked out to allow you the decency to think first. “He’s not, he can’t! Can’t fuck me like you, can’t make me feel good, he can’t, he can’t, he can’t!”
“Fuck!” Sero’s eyes flutter. He wonders if you can hear yourself, or better yet, if he can hear your phone ringing on the bedside table beside you. He takes a quick glance, though he doesn’t need to. It’s Tamaki, coincidentally, and the thought of fucking his girl dead stupid makes his jaw clench in ecstasy, heat coursing through him faster than he’d like. “Greedy fuckin’ thing, you better take all of it.”
“I will! Please, just, please-” You gasp, Sero’s eyes boring into you as his thrusts turn heavy. The squelching that fills the air is obscene as it mixes with the heavy slaps of skin against skin, his lip quivering, brushing against yours as he stills suddenly. His cock throbs inside you and a low groan rumbles in the base of his throat, pants exchanged between the both of you as your pussy eagerly swallows his thick, sticky seed.
“Tell him, then.” Sero demands, and through your foggy mind the sound of the familiar ringtone registers. Your heart beats against your chest, tits brushing against Sero’s, eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn’t be serious, could he? But the look in your older step-brother’s eyes was dead serious, and more worryingly, you found yourself liking it.
— there’s nothing shinsō loves more than watching you fall apart right before his eyes, with no knowledge of his presence.
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GHOST!SHINSŌ ; VOYEURISM , NONCON ; MASTURBATION.
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from his lonely corner, shinsō could see most of your life go by. at least while you were in your cozy —tiny— apartment. the door to your room remained open even when you slept, and you had a tendency of leaving the door to the bathroom ajar when you showered; through the space left behind he could see the mirror fog up during winter and fall, and your naked body during summer and spring. when you cooked, on the rare occasions that you did, he could see you dancing around the kitchen and living room, food almost burning because of your lack of attention almost every time.
when you studied for midterms and finals he struggled to keep up with the words you recited to no one. and if you decided to watch tv he got to entertain himself with something other than your rather uneventful life —he would sit beside you, pretending you were enjoying some quality time together instead of him intruding in your life without your knowledge.
he had a front row seat to the show of your life, and loved every second of it, even the most boring bits. his favorite moments, however, were the late nights when your room became the stage for the most passionate and intimate of acts.
with rapt attention, he observed as you gave in to the lust that had been creeping up on you the entire day. you sighed and moaned, unsuspecting, ignoring that you were not alone —you hadn't been since the day you moved into his apartment— as you let your fingers slip under the hem of your panties. and shinsō watched avidly, hanging on to your every move as if his afterlife depended on it.
your fingers found your clit, played with it softly, tenderly. your free hand pushed up your shirt, the hem quickly trapped by your teeth. chest exposed to the room, your nipples hardened at the touch of the cold air; you devoted time to the little buds, gently tweaking and pinching them. a low moan bubbled in the back of your throat and he licked his lips in anticipation. he could see impatience building up alongside your need for pleasure, your wish to prolong the moment.
part of you wanted to give in and grind down on your fingers until you were coming undone, the other part wanted to savor every drop of pleasure, wring it all out until you’re left panting and trembling, unable to move your legs.
when you grew tired of the teasing and finally, finally, buried your fingers in your cunt, he matched the relieved moan that left your lips. eager, shinsō leaned forward, with quick steps he approached your bed, stood close enough that he could hear your labored breathing and sweet whimpers, the sound of your fingers sinking into you repeatedly, obsessively.
hips now raised off the bed, you pressed into your hand, rocking into your palm in a way that had pressure gliding over your clit. from where he was standing, his eyes caught the way your fingers, knuckle-deep inside you, curled to abuse your sweet spot mercilessly.
his fingers ghosted over your thigh, touch feather-light and barely there, and he watched the way you shuddered at the sensation in fascination. he took pride in the reaction of your body. you could feel him. even though your eyes looked right past his invisible figure, you could still feel him, and that set off a rush of desire and want that almost made him do something imprudent.
one day, maybe, he’d get to be the cause of your pleasure. but tonight was not the night. tonight, he’d enjoy the show you were unknowingly putting on.
there was a certain beauty, he thought, in prying into such a private moment. it was the prettiest you’d ever been, even if it was messy, even if you had saliva dribbling down your chin from where you were biting down on your shirt. the way your head fell back and your body began to tremble and shake as your orgasm washed over you, pleasure unraveling and taking over every inch of your being, looked like heaven would've been like if he'd been allowed to enter.
shinsō was glad he was denied at the pearly gates, because he'd found you, his own personal paradise. he'd trade eternal bliss for a chance to see you in the heights of pleasure any day.
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– notes : repost from my old blog! usernames used on this piece suck but yeah.
the notification shines bright in the darkness of your room, the pink camera icon of the familiar site staring at you invitingly. your eyes drift from the essay you’re supposed to be writing to your phone on the desk and its dimming screen. back and forth, back and forth as the gears in your brain begin turning furiously.
the clock at the bottom right of the screen tells you it’s 10:49 p.m. you have an hour and eleven minutes left to finish the essay and hand it in, or else you’ll inevitably fail the class. it's the last chance you have, your only hope, and you should definitely be focusing on that… but the notification is just too tempting.
glancing at the word count, you check that you have about five hundred more words to write. surely a nice, short 20-minute break wouldn’t be a bad idea, would it? you could always go back and change a few things if you end up with less words than you need, right? an “in addition to” for an “also” here, a “due to the fact that” instead of plain old “because” there and done! a 3000 word essay ready to be handed in.
with that thought in mind, you take your phone and lean back in the chair. unsure as to why, you hold your breath as you click the notification. “...een a while, hasn’t it?” are the words that greet you when the livestream finally loads. you’re immediately faced with a shirtless, broad-shouldered man sitting comfortably on a desk chair. one of his big hands rises to swipe through his hair as he reads the comments that are already beginning to flood the chat.
“ ‘what did you eat to grow up so hot?’ ” he reads, and smiles directly at the camera like he’s the hottest man to ever walk the earth. and, truly, he is ― you’re reminded of it when he chuckles, face contorting in the prettiest expression you’ve ever seen, and simply answers, “onigiri. lots and lots of onigiri.”
you can’t help but laugh quietly at the ridiculous answer; but then he’s leaning back, looking at the camera ― directly at you, it feels ― with heavy eyes and letting out a satisfied groan as he cracks his neck, and the chuckle gets caught in your throat.
bunny, as he insists on getting called, rubs the back of his neck and licks his lips in preparation. briefly, he says he doesn’t have much time to play today (too tired, he says), but he still wanted to put on a little show for everyone.
“but i have to be honest… i’ve been bad today,” his voice is barely above a whisper, you have to turn the volume up so you can drink in his sultry, low voice. his hands begin to roam his chest as he speaks. fingers graze over his nipples. palm traces his abs. fingertips roam his collarbones and the curve of his neck. “touched myself without permission…”
and just like that, as if he’s just flipped a switch, comments start flowing rapidly.
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rin0125: we should punish you for being such a disobeying slut
trading-pics-dm: we shouldn’t let him come today
reading the neverending comments, the man whines. “‘m sorry. i just couldn’t wait– needed you so bad.” his fingers slide dangerously down the faded trail of hair on his navel, to the waistband of his sweatpants. his bulge strains against the slightly loose fabric and he makes a show out of giving it a firm squeeze, eyelids fluttering closed and a deep, low moan bubbling in the back of his throat.
promises of punishment fill the chat. his only response is a wicked smile that you just know is meant to rile the viewers up.
his eyes skim over the flow of comments, until they set on one in particular and he reads aloud:
madamek: stop teasing us and take those pants off, bunny
madamek: slowly
“your wish is my command, madame.”
with a grin that could make even the most libidinous of demons shiver, he stands up and kicks the chair back just a little. his fingers hook on the waistband, pulling it down an inch or two just to pull it back up. the frustrated comments, asking to see more, bring a smug look of satisfaction to his face.
bunny enjoys messing with the viewers. gets a rush out of their frustrated and hungry words. lives for the punishments that are sure to come if he teases a little too much. today, however, he must really be tired, because he cuts short his teasing in favor of stripping out of the only piece of clothing he’s wearing. expertly, he sways his hips as he pulls down the sweatpants, all the way down this time. his cock, achingly hard and already leaking precum, springs up against his abdomen.
you want to laugh at how obviously he craves for this, for his viewers to tell him what to do and see him play with himself. it’s cute, how needy he already seems, or it would be if he didn’t look so utterly lewd.
pants discarded somewhere in the room, he sits back on the chair and angles the camera just right so that all of him is on display. the man winks at the camera and starts running his pretty hands through his body. long, delicate fingers wrap around the pink, leaking head of his cock, thumb swiping up and down the slit. his other hand moves up, quickly taking over one of his nippes; he tweaks and rolls the little nub between his fingertips with an expertise that’s telling. of course, having watched all of his streams you don’t need any clue to know what parts of his body are the most sensitive. at this point, it’s like you’ve got them memorized.
he allows himself to bask in the feeling for a moment before reaching for something out of camera. when his hand returns, it’s holding a little bullet vibrator. turning it to the highest setting, he presses it firmly against the head. the little toy circles around his slit, slides all the way down his shaft, rises up until it’s positioned against the frenulum of his head.
a moan rises in the back of his throat, and bunny has the audacity to act shy and flustered about how much he’s enjoying having an audience. and it looks so real, how he shies away, hiding his mouth behind the palm of his hand when his moans begin to get loud, closing his eyes in ecstasy as his head falls back; the blush that dusts his cheeks and ears, the way he looks into the camera like he’s an angel fallen to earth.
he surely knows how to play the part of the pure and innocent man, even as he fucks himself in front of a camera for hundreds of strangers.
drinking in the pretty sounds coming out of his mouth, you watch, with rapt attention, almost like in a trance, as his hand begins to slide down his length, toy discarded and forgotten, and picks up a steady rhythm. almost instinctively, the hand that’s not holding the phone starts sliding down your own body. your fingers sneak past the waistband and into your underwear, tips immediately grazing your arousal. you hold your breath as you try to match the pace at which he’s touching himself.
“oh, dear viewers… i’ve mi―issed you this week… so, so much.”
there’s an addicting ring to his voice, the way he all but purrs the words with such delight. it makes you want to hear more of it, crave for the breathy and broken sound of his moans and whines and whimpers. makes you want to make him beg, have him panting underneath you until he’s crying.
fingers moving on their own accord, you’re soon typing a command of your own.
royaldom: be a good slut and choke yourself, baby
royaldom: wanna see those pretty fingers around your neck
the man chuckles at the words flashing on the screen, breathy and low and cut short by a moan.
“oh, your highness… i was beginning to think you wouldn't grace me with your presence today.” a crooked, sly grin takes over his lips. he stares right into the camera as he speaks, eyes sparkling with desire, and once more you’re left feeling like this is nothing but a private show, something meant for your eyes only.
bunny’s smile grows as his fingers leave his abused nipples alone, and slowly find purchase in the soft, delicate skin of his neck. your eyes follow the movement eagerly, greedily. he throws his head back, and you’re holding your breath; he tightens his grip ever so slightly, and you’re leaning closer to the screen; he lets out a choked out moan, and you're picking up the pace of your hand feverishly.
“is this what you want?” there’s a slight taunt tinting his voice, you can hear it as clear as day, but can’t bring yourself to comment anything about his behaviour. instead you surrender to his beauty, fall prey to his sinful charms. “i bet you’re imagining it’s your hand the one around my neck,” come his strained, breathy words. “ it’s okay, i’m imagining that too.”
he squeezes his neck even more and starts panting and gasping like it’s all he can do. the harder he squeezes, the faster he strokes his cock. his hips buck up and soon he’s fucking into his fist, rough and uncoordinated, clearly chasing for a release he’s not sure he’s gonna be allowed to indulge in.
a soft curse leaves your own lips. the scene developing in front of your eyes feels like something out of a wet dream.
“oh god… can i come? please, i promise i’ll be good next time,” he pleads, whiny and breathy.
rin125: tsk… such a desperate toy
rin125: do you really think you’ve earned it?
upon reading rin125’s comments, the man whimpers, high-pitched and drawn out. you can see little tears pooling around his eyes, threatening to spill over his rose-tinted cheeks and into the corners of his spit-slicked lips. the sight forces a curse out of your lips.
the rhythm of your hand grows faster and messier. so desperate to cum you are, that you completely ignore the burn in your wrist at the exertion. you can only think of him, him and nothing but him. the glassy look in his eyes. the round shape of his lips. the obscene moans he lets out. the way his body glistens under the light. the shape of his cock, the thought of how it’d taste...
his name, or rather the pet name he gave himself, tumbles out of your lips as your orgasm comes crashing down. the knot in your guts unravels and your sight blurs. trembles run through your body. eyes flutter shut. voice rises and breaks in pleasure. and you keep fucking yourself through it, happily riding the wave of the aftermath.
when your body calms down and you’re finally able to focus your gaze once more, you sit up and look at the screen again just in time to see bunny tumbling over the edge of pleasure.
his head falls backwards and you can see the faint print of his fingers already beginning to show on his skin. the whole chair is shaking as he thrusts up into his tight fist with undeniable, desperate need. he mumbles high-pitched and stuttering “thank you”s as white, pearly cum shoots out of his tip, staining his chest and neck and dripping down his hand.
the dazed and blissful look that takes over his face punches the air right out of your lungs. it’s an expression that should be painted and exhibited for the whole world to see, a piece of art meant to be admired and worshiped.
and oh, how would you love to be allowed to worship him, all of him.
