Hello! I won't explain myself, yall should've seen it coming at this point 💆🏻♀️ I hope you like it and enjoy it! :)
CW/TW: NSFW (mdni), fem!reader, hate sex, reader is Fyodor's subordinate, mutual degrading (dumb slut, bitch, crybaby, etc), usage of (little) girl & she/her pronouns, reader slaps Fyodor, dacryphilia (both), riding, reader teasing Fyodor's mommy issues ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, oral fixation (?), mentions of blood and marks, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)
I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :) and sorry if this sucks, I haven't been very inspired + got a bit rusty me thinks :/ sorry if you dislike it!
Hate Sex || Fyodor Dostoevsky x Reader
You aren't entirely sure when exactly you started sleeping with Fyodor. Sleeping is probably a soft word to use, better way to put it is - you aren't sure when you became his little sex toy.
Perhaps in-between endless, to you - quite boring assignments and missions he was giving you, he decided to make a full use out of you to which you compiled as a good little subordinate you were. Which, by the way, he would disagree with.
He always had a snarky comment to make, not praising you once, not thanking you once for sticking by his side for so long and flawlessly executing all of his desires.
Without questioning his reasoning, without asking for details - you were a perfect weapon, a perfect executor. Unlike Fyodor, who was far away from a perfect superior, treating you like you were nothing but one of the mere useless pawns he was using as he pleased. You would lie if you said it didn't hurt your ego or that it wasn't pissing you off each time his eyes would look at you with disinterested, even bored gaze after you give details of everything you executed perfectly. Waving his hand at you in a lazy manner as he turns on his chair, not giving you a benefit of a simple praise, a simple acknowledgment of your hard work.
His treatment towards you was beyond unfair, as if he was holding all those useless idiots above you. It was annoying, humiliating and it made your blood boil. There was not a single way to hurt Fyodor, you knew that, but you were also the only person who had him in one of his most vulnerable states.
So, why not use that to your advantage and let out some pent up stress you were experiencing?
"I completed the mission perfectly. Again." you say in a stern tone, slightly sighing as you close the door behind you.
"Is that so?" Fyodor doesn't give you even a proper moment of his attention, voice distant as his gaze remains on the paper he was holding. You silently click your tongue, but quickly compose yourself as you walk up to his desk, eyes swiftly scanning over the paper in his hand.
"Indeed it-"
"Bring me a cup of tea since you are back." he cuts you off in a beat, that familiar feeling of humiliation settling in your tummy again. You remain still, gaze evidently displeased with his request.
There is a prolonged moment of silence, a thick layer of tension filling up the distance between the two of you. Finally, Fyodor looks up, gaze switching from disinterest to slight irritation upon meeting yours that was holding evident annoyance. He drops the paper, fingers elegantly colliding together, hiding his lips.
"Is there an issue with my request?" he says in a serious tone, the usual silkiness of his voice getting lost. His gaze is sharp, shamelessly piercing through yours. You feel your whole body burning, breath short as your remaining dignity gets ruined by him, once again. However, you decide to swallow your pride this time, once more.
"No, sir. I will be back in a couple of minutes." you say sternly as you turn on your heel, closing your eyes once he can't see them anymore, anger boiling inside your tummy.
Your hand reaches the doorknob when Fyodor stops you in your tracks.
"Take your time."
There is a split second of initial confusion.
"Wash yourself up first, I can't have you walking around looking like that. Dirty and unpresentable."
You hear a rustle of papers as you shoot him a cold gaze, the one he doesn't return, too busy with work. As always.
"I thought you liked the taste of blood." you make a dirty remark, lips slightly curling as shameless pride fills you up. Fyodor glances sharply in your direction, sucking his cheeks in, his very discreet way of showing annoyance, but you notice. You hum as the feeling of pride overwhelms you, another remark leaving your lips quickly.
"One more thing."
You pause for a moment, noticing that his gaze slightly softens.
"When you make a request, you usually use the word please. Just for the future reference."
Your face molds from a sly expression to an irritated one, voice sharp. You quickly open the door, not giving him any time to answer you, enjoying the feeling of victory. It's not the full experience you desire, but it will make you satisfied for now.
There are so many more ways you wish to use in order to humiliate him and ruin that disgusting demeanor of his.
Lucky or unlucky for you, either way, Fyodor shared the exact same feelings towards you.
Which is why you got an invitation to his room tonight - to fulfill another of your endless, unappreciated duties and ease up his pent up irritation.
Couple of hours later, you find yourself greedily kissing Fyodor, hands gently pulling on his purple locks. He carefully sucks on your bottom lip, letting his tongue slide over it in a teasing manner. Your hands sneak underneath his thin shirt, fingertips messily exploring his lanky body. He lets out a mellow whimper as his tongue finds yours, sound getting muffled by the kiss.
Foreplay with Fyodor was different than his usual self.
He wasn't the most loving, evidently, but he was holding a certain tenderness during it. That's truly the only part of his that you were looking forward to. The vulnerable, whiny Fyodor that only you get to see. That only you get to ruin.
He swiftly slides his thumbs between your panties and hips, greedily rolling them down your thighs as you undo your bra, allowing him to softly kiss your chest area as the bra falls down your arms. Your hands move to take off his boxers, his hard, needily dripping cock softly pressing into your tummy as his hands pull on your hips, fingernails slightly digging into your skin.
Quickly enough, you find yourself on top of him - as always. He leans his back against the bed frame, hands falling on your hips, fingers shakily pressing into your skin, needy for you to pleasure him. With a slight dissatisfaction in your eyes, you look down on him for a few moments. In those few moments you let all of your anger and hatred towards him settle inside your body, a burning sensation of a desire to humiliate him like no one did before swirling inside your tummy.
You align your dripping cunt with the tip of his cock and slowly move your hips down, each inch stretching you out more and bringing soft moans out both of your throats. Your ass reaches his thighs and you remain still for a moment, purposefully clenching around him, receiving a breathy moan of his in response. You give him a sly smile as your hands rest on his trapeziuses, fingernails slightly digging into the cold flesh as you start moving your hips up and down, in an agonizingly slow manner.
Fyodor keeps his gaze on you, there is a lingering anger behind his eyes, even though mellow whimpers escape his parted lips. You let out a mellow moan each time you slide completely on his cock, its tip reaching the deepest spot inside of you. You remain at your pace, slow and teasing, not taking your eyes off of him. His fingernails dig deeper into your hips, squeezing a light gasp out of your lungs as he kneads on your skin roughly.
"Go faster." he orders, voice cold but quieter. You smile, bending your knees and adjusting yourself into a frog-like position. His face softens at that, he loved when people were obedient to his orders. You lift your hips up, letting only the tip of his cock remain in your needy cunt, holding it like that for a moment, letting the anticipation build up.
Fyodor's lips part in expectation of a heavy thrust, but he only receives a slow slide down on his cock, a sly smile curling on your lips.
"I prefer it like this." you say in a playful tone as you slowly move your thighs and hips up and down, occasionally clenching around his pathetic cock. He lets out a soft grunt, either from dissatisfaction or pleasure - perhaps both. He digs his fingernails more into your skin, receiving a sharp gasp of yours as the burning sensation tingles under your almost ripped skin.
"I said go faster." he says in a cold, almost threatening tone, as his fingernails keep on digging into your skin. You let out a yelp, but keep your pace slow and teasing. There is an evident anger and frustration lingering in your gaze, chest shaky with a desire to hurt him. However, you keep your composure, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of riling you up.
"Only if you say please." you force a teasing smile, pussy clenching around his tip before you slide down in an even slower manner. His grip on your hips becomes painful, a sharp gasp escaping your throat in response as your hands fall onto his wrists. You barely pull his hands away and keep them on the sides, meeting his anger filled gaze, returning the same treatment.
"Say please." your voice is more stern as you keep slowly sliding up and down on his cock, suppressing your own moans each time it rubs over your sweetest spots. Fyodor remains silent, lips parted in pleasure that he was trying to hold back as your grip on his wrists tightens.
"Do you need me to spell it out for you?" you ask in a sharper tone as you let yourself remain still, sitting on top of him as his cock reaches the deepest parts of you.
There was something challenging, dark in his eyes as he finally replies.
"Who do you think you are to order me around? Should I remind you of who you are?" his voice is cold, but his cock slightly twitches inside your warm, dripping cunt as you remain still. Your lips become shaky, grip on his wrists loosening as your tummy burns in a mixture of annoyance and anxiety. He moves his hands away from yours, letting one of them fall on your waist as the other one cups your cheek, thumb drawing small circles on your skin.
"You are a dumb little slut." he says in a condescending tone, a sly smile on his face, but slowly his annoyance takes over him as he finally lets his thoughts out.
"A dumb little slut who is good for nothing but my cock. And can't even do that properly." he spats out, voice becoming more filled with hatred.
"A dumb little slut who thinks she has any say in how I will behave. A dumb little bitch who thinks she can tell me what to do." his voice grows more deep, more annoyed, more everything.
"Disrespectful senseless little girl who expects praise every time she does her job. Is that why you behave like a desperate whore every time you finish a mission?" he continues, his thumb gently caressing your burning cheek. Bitter tears slightly cloud your vision, all the hatred melting away as he continues talking. Your pussy clenches around his cock regardless of your emotions, a soft breath getting stuck in your throat.
"You want me to call you a good girl? Is that what you clench around me for?" he asks in a lower, more gentle tone, eyebrows slightly rising at your pitiful state. You bite your bottom lip, reverting your gaze away from him for a moment. He chuckles, cold thumb delicately wiping away the small tear that was rolling down your cheek.
"Remember that awful feeling, that's what you get for disobeying me. And girls who disobey me don't get to be called good for it." he continues in a silky tone, moving his hand away from your cheek and letting it fall on your bruised hip as his face softens in the feeling of victory.
His gaze remains on your mocking-worthy expression, a soft curl of his lips revealing amusement and satisfaction he was feeling. You let the feeling of defeat and humiliation spread inside your body for just a moment before you compose yourself. Your gaze pierces through him, eyebrows furrowing in faint disgust and frustration as his words repeat in your head.
You hate to admit the fact that his nasty insults make your pussy leak even more precum than before mixed with the pure desire to punish him for it. Almost mindlessly, you start bouncing on his cock in a fast, greedy manner, receiving sharp gasps of his in response. Your hand sneaks into his hair, fingers roughly pulling on his locks and forcefully pulling his head back.
A strained moan escapes your throat as you keep on moving up and down, each full thrust making your head spin as his cock pressures all of your overly sensitive spots. His fingers shakily grab on your skin, unable to make a proper grip as your ass keeps slamming on his thighs in a rough manner. He lets out breathy whimpers as your cunt keeps on sliding over his needy cock, thighs bruising from the force you were riding him with. You swallow your own moans, only a few short whines escaping your lungs as you pull his hair more, exposing his pale neck.
Your gaze falls on how the muscles of his throat strain with each sound he makes before it moves to look him into his pathetic, half-lidded eyes.
"Yeah? You want to know what you are?" you speak in a breathy, heavy manner as you keep on bouncing on his cock. You don't feel a single thing besides anger and the fast pleasure building inside your lower tummy each time he reaches your g-spot. Your hand wraps around his throat, thumb pushing his chin back as your grip on his hair tightens.
"You are my dumb little toy. Just look at yourself, getting used by me like a personal dildo." you let out a strained chuckle as you switch your movement from bouncing to grinding, your hips making quick and heavy rolls on his cock.
You let out a sharp moan as his cock perfectly pressures your sweetest spots. Fyodor lets out a mixture of strained whimpers and grunts of disagreement, clawing his way into your outer thighs. With the way your hands roughly keep him in place it's hard to speak, but you can see an obvious anger breaking through his pleasure-filled eyes.
"You are my slut. You are a dumb little manwhore who needs me. You need my pussy, don't you?" your voice is firm even though faint whimpers fill in the gaps between your words.
You let go of his hair, but your hand remains on his jaw, firmly keeping it in place as you force him to look at you. You speed up the movement of your hips, not letting the soreness of your muscles get in the way.
"Tell me. You need it, don't you? You are a pathetic creature, can't even get off without me." you chuckle as your hand slides away from his jaw, down to his throat. You wrap your hand tightly, resulting in Fyodor's eyes to roll back, heavy whimpers slipping his parted lips alongside a small amount of drool.
He shuts his eyes closed, trying to regain some strength as his fingernails leave deep marks in your skin, making it burn and ache. His cock twitches inside of you, pulsating heavily as your needy and fast grinds become unbearable for both of you. Fyodor's fingernails dig even deeper into your skin as your grip on his throat tightens, a quick gasp escaping your lips as the pain becomes sharp and unbearable. Without a thought, your free hand lands a heavy slap on his cheek, making his head turn as your grip on his throat loosens, hand falling next to your body.
He gives you a frustrated look, lips immediately finding your nipple as he begins sucking roughly on it, almost mindlessly. You let out a sharp moan, throwing your head back as your pussy keeps sliding on his throbbing cock, sending shivers up your spine.
"Yeah? Is that how your mommy used to do it? Slap you around and then give you a nipple to play with?" you give him a breathless laugh before a heavy moan cuts you off as he bites on your nipple in a harsh manner. His fingernails dig deeper into your skin, a small amount of blood rolling down the flesh of your thighs.
"Fuck!" you almost scream out as you throw your head back, both of your hands falling on and tightly squeezing his bicepses as your pace on his cock remains the same. Your cunt starts to clench and pulsate around his leaking cock, heat beneath your skin tingling in a pleasurable manner.
Fyodor keeps on sucking on your nipple, a bit gentler than before, his eyes surprisingly tearing up. He lets out soft snivels and whimpers, hot breath heating up your flesh even more as his tongue relentlessly slides over your nipple. You bring one of your hands to his cheek, rubbing soft circles in a condescending manner - just like he did to you. You regain your focus, even though the heat that keeps on swirling inside your whole body makes it quite hard.
"Ah, don't be a crybaby now. Nobody likes little dumb bitch boys who cry during sex." you say in a teasing tone, wanting to degrade him more, but he starts rolling his hips into yours, barely but enough to make you lightheaded as his cock pressures your sensitive spots more.
He lets go of your practically bruised nipple, mumbling something as he messily moves to your other one and begins sucking on it in a greedy manner. You let out louder moans as your hips keep on rolling into his, your precum leaking and spreading all over his balls. The pain in your thighs from riding him for so long and from the fact he made you bleed becomes overwhelming, but the knot inside your lower tummy urges you to suck it up.
His cock reaches the deepest spots inside of you, perfectly rubbing over your g-spot and making you beyond dizzy as your orgasm slowly approaches. Your cunt keeps involuntarily clenching and relaxing around him each time he makes a harsher suck on your nipple, sending jolts through your whole body. You let out sharp moans and gasps as Fyodor pants into your skin in-between the heavy sucks, his cock throbbing inside your leaking cunt.
You curse under your breath as the knot inside your lower tummy starts slowly unraveling, first waves of your orgasm making your thighs shake. He barely lets go of your nipple, panting and whining in a desperate manner, eyes heavy as you fuck his brain out using only your hips. Your chest feels heavy as your breathing becomes incoherent, loud gasps in and out occupying your throat as your orgasm finally unravels.
Your whole body shakes as you squirt all over his cock and balls, making his own body shake as he gets close to his own climax. The pace of your hips becomes messy, the pain finally settling in and making it hard to move as the jolts of the peak of your orgasm rush through your body. Fyodor's hands fall onto your hips, desperately trying to hold you down as pathetic whines escape his dry throat. You swiftly lift yourself away from his cock and he gasps loudly, whole body shaking as a tiny load of cum drips out of the tip of his cock and slides down his length.
He lets out shaky pants and whines, clawing into his own thighs as his release gets ruined. You quickly put on a shirt, your breathing still incoherent and heavy as you slowly stand up, pulling your panties up.
Fyodor gives you a mixture of a needy, desperate, irritated and pathetic gaze, his cock softening and twitching as your combined releases slide down his balls. He remains silent, but he brings his semi-bloody fingers close to his lips, the tip of his tongue gently licking them. You give him a dirty look, a sly smile forming on your face.
"Remember that awful feeling. That's what disobedient, disrespectful and badly behaved boys deserve." you say in a bitter tone as you pull up your pants, letting out a small yelp as it rubs over the bloody scars on your thighs.
You leave his room, letting the lovely feeling of humiliating him overflow inside of you.
the convenience store at the corner || ken ryuguji/reader
summary; there is a small konbini on the way to musashi shrine that belongs to your grandmother. forced to help out, at least there are cute boys to look at. one in particular
tags; sfw, reader is a year older than draken, draken is a simp, teenage boys being teenage boys
author’s note; momo writing something in the holy year of 2023? impossible. i wanna start writing more i think so feel free to send in requests.
You were working at a small shop owned by your grandmother after school, which just so happened to lay on the path between his and Mikey‘s school and Musashi Shrine. Despite their rowdy reputation, you always greeted them with a kind smile but also did not shy away from using a sterner tone, particularly when Mikey made grabby hands at the Takoyaki behind the counter.
His crush on you made him feel ridiculous. He was the fearsome vice president of the Tokyo Manji Gang yet uttering more than a ‚hello‘ and ‚thank you‘ towards you seemed like an impossible task. He rather take on entire gangs all himself before you knew.
How unfortunate that you did. Whatever made teenage boys think they were slick about their crushes, you didn‘t know but you wish you had that kind of self confidence in other matters. You weren‘t blind, of course you saw the way the tip of his ears flushed in a deep red when he came to the counter. Honestly, it was kind of endearing.
You didn‘t know a whole lot about him, not more than what was told on the streets. You were a year older than him, he was some high ranking member in the teenage toddler group that were delinquent gangs and certainly seemed to be the most mature. Certainly more than his little friend who seemed to love drawing dick on the review notepad meant for customers. You were certain that Draken was 99% of his impulse control.
‚Draken‘ you had heard his friends call him on numerous occasions. That and ‚Ken-chin‘, but he did not seem to appreciate that nickname too much, judging my his reaction.
‘He was sorta cute’, you concluded as you sat behind the counter, your eyes following him, as him and his friends made their way through the store, laughing and joking around.
“They are still 150¥”, you chastised in a monotone voice, looking up from your magazine as Mikey flinched and moved his hand back from the pastries in front of the store.
“But we are regulars!”, he complained loudly pouting.
“No. He is a regular”, you said, pointing at Draken, who immediately flushed faintly, trying to keep his posture, “he is a regular. You have never payed for a single thing in your life here.”
Mikey grumbled, unable to deny the fact that Draken brought everything here anyway while he just picked what he wanted to have.
“Fine. Since I am unwanted here I am going to leave”, he said, leaving Draken alone to pay for their snacks with you.
“Sorry about him”, Draken apologised, rubbing his neck nervously as he placed the items on the counter.
You started to scan the items, taking your sweet time.
“Its fine. I’ve gotten used to it. Must be annoying for you to always be on baby sitting duty.”
“He can be annoying. Real annoying. But imma still follow him”, Draken said earnestly.
“How unfortunate”, you hummed, a glint of humour in eyes as you grabbed a milk bun.
“I didn’t-“
“Free of charge. For being a loyal costumer”, you said, winking at him.
Draken gulped and dropped the sweaty yen coins onto the table.
“Thank you. I am sure he will appreciate it.”
You mulled over the thought that just came for you before shrugging. Might as well go for it.
“One more thing”, you said as you rang up his change and scribbled something on a piece of paper before handing both to him.
Draken stared in confusion at the string of random numbers.
“Uh… thanks?”
You leaned forward, resting your head on your hands.
“Thats my number, dragon boy. Free of charge. Give me a ring sometime”, you teased with a wink.
A deep, scarlet blush spread across his cheeks as Draken stuttered out a thank you before speedwalking out of the store, pushing instead of pulling the door, quickly rejoining his friends. How fun.
You watched him stumble, rejoining the group of his friends who, upon hearing the recent development, cheered for him. Boys. It was kind of adorable actually.
You stretched, staring at the clock. 2 more hours. Maybe you would close your shift and the shop to a message.
Maybe it was the Universe’s way with you for the enjoyable time you had in your school years, making friends and going to the arcade with them after classes or the years of school that you had taken for granted, the road to university becoming more dangerously narrow as you had the pressure of a system and society on you. And along with that came the rough shoulder pushes that made you spill your books onto the floor or even with your knees meeting the tiles of the hallway on certain days of shared classes with a mean stare from green eyes of a familiar classmate,
Itoshi Sae.
He didn’t even bother to apologize, looking down at you while people stopped to stare with their worried gaze while the others laughed. You didn’t know how or why you had got yourself into this predicament, yet if there was one thing you knew it was the fact that Itoshi Sae was the bane of your existence.
“And your lab partner is… Itoshi Sae.”
You groaned as the teacher stared at you through her glasses, closing the book with a fold on her palm, the sound of the shutting of pages leaving no room for argument as you looked on helplessly. It wasn’t long till he had made a rude appearance, sliding a book across the table, making it fall to the ground to capture your attention.
“You can give her puppy eyes as much as you want; it won’t get any work done. And I’d rather get something done than not having the best grade. If you try to damage my reputation in any way, I will not hesitate to put you in your place, dog.” he stated, green eyes narrowing at you as he kicked away at the fallen book.
Even if he was your lab partner, he never hesitated in making your life even more difficult, dropping test tubes onto the floor, causing the teacher to shake her head as she scolded the both of you for breaking equipment. Yet, he showed no remorse, going back to his bullish ways, this time taking the extra mile to make you spill soda on your white lab coat.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, you asshole!” you yelled, crushing the can and throwing it at him as he dodged it. Not wanting it to stain you rushed to the girl’s bathroom washing the coat under the sink. Luckily, it was the end of the day for you, giving you time to dry it when you reached your dorm room. Pushing open the door, you took the right, heading for the doors that lead to the exit of the building, before you were pulled in with a rough grip into the boys bathroom, a strong hand pulling you the head of the person seeming a familiar dyed red into one of the bathroom stalls, pushing you in with force as he came behind you, locking the door in place.
“Look, Itoshi- I don’t have time to play your fucking games-”
Placing a firm hand against your lips, his eyes stared into yours, wide yet grim.
“Shut the fuck up.” he said firmly, body pressing into yours as he pressed his hand further on your lips. “You have quite the attitude on you.” he added, hand on your blouse as he clenched his fist on it, pulling the tucked fabric out of your pants.
“Throwing a soda can at me. You think I’d let you get away with that?” he asked grimly, his hand moving from the waistband of your pants onto your stomach as you stared at him with wide eyes, your one hand moving to the hand that was over your mouth to remove it while the other was placed on his hand that was circling around your belly button.
“Look into my eyes.” he commanded you. Not listening to him, he removed his hand, pinching your cheeks together while your hand held tightly onto his wrist and his other dug into the side of your waist.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he said, squishing your cheeks together. “Say yes if you understand.”
You were starting to get pissed off.
Moving your hand from his wrist, you moved it to his throat, your fingers squeezing the column of his throat while the other let go of his hand on your stomach, moving towards his sweater, fingers slipping into the holes that it had, hand forming into a fist as the threads of the sweater threatened to rip. Catching him off guard, you turned your face, slipping it out of his touch, pulling him closer to your face.
“No, I don’t understand. After tormenting me so much, you must be a fool to think I would give into your demands, Itoshi.” you scoffed, his lips close to yours. “After the amount of times you pushed me down in the hallway, shoved me to the ground, costing me my dignity and pride, you really thought you had the upper hand? After getting scolded by the teacher when you broke things, you thought you could make me submit?” you taunted, hand moving from his throat to his hair, pulling back as he moaned.
“Answer me, slut.”
He said nothing, making you pull his hair harder as he shut his eyes and moaned, his hands moving the sides of your blouse, pulling at it.
“You can't, can you? Could’ve been a good boy and asked me nicely, but no.” you said, hands letting loose on his hair as his eyes opened to see you. “Had to go about it the reverse way. What did you fantasize about? Pinning me against the wall and letting you have your way with me while I stayed pretty for you and made the right sounds like - Ahhh” you moaned, making his green eyes stare at you with shame as a blush spread across his face, inciting a chuckle out of you.
“Well, if my attention is all you wanted, you didn’t have to go as far as pushing me on the ground, Itoshi- “ you said, closing in on his face, kissing his lips, feeling him give into you as he slipped his tongue onto yours, pushing you back with the intensity of it. Breaking away from the kiss you watched him in his drunken gaze as he moved to your lips for more.
“Ah ah ah.” you tutted as he scrunched his eyebrows at you.
“Don’t give me those puppy eyes, it won’t get any work done.” you mocked, repeating the lines he said from the other day, his eyes widening at the recall of it. “Remember something else you said the other day?” you added, hand placed on his chin to make him look at you.
“Let me rephrase that. It doesn’t matter that you’re on your way to becoming a football star, or you have more wealth than I do nor does it matter that you consider yourself better than me. Get in my way… and I'll make sure to break you. Break you until you’re nothing but begging me to stop. Are we clear on that?” you asked grimly. Hand going to his neck as he glared at you, you cupped it, your thumb stroking the pale flesh of it.
“I asked you a question. Keeping your silence isn’t going to do shit and neither is your pathetic excuse of a glare.” you chuckled, making him smack your hand as he tried to regain his composure. Picking up your lab coat off the ground, you turned to leave.
“Make it any harder for me and I will not hesitate to put you in your place, whore.” you said, unlocking the door as your heart raced from both the adrenaline and the fact that you had managed to face him, leaving him alone in the bathroom stall. Reaching your dorm you were both relieved and in a state of shock at the events that had transpired in the quiet bathroom stall of the university; while Sae had a hardon to deal with, moaning and whining into the pillow of his dorm room while his roommate was gone. His hand gave a slow tease to his cock as he remembered your words;
‘Answer me, slut.’
“Aha-”
‘Don’t give me those puppy eyes, it won’t get any work done.’
“Nh- hah”
‘Get in my way… and I'll make sure to break you. Break you until you’re nothing but begging me to stop.’
“Hah- ha-”
‘Are we clear on that?’
“Fucking bitch- hah hah-” he cursed, his hand moving up and down his naked cock, wet noises filling the empty room as he fantasized about you calling him your good boy, his heart racing at the thought of it yet his brain refusing to give into the tempting thought of you.
‘Make it any harder for me and I will not hesitate to put you in your place, whore.’
He could feel himself inching closer and closer, his stubbornness making him shake his head to get the thoughts of you out of it. Yet he couldn’t, his back arching off the bed, his chest heaving at the thought of you praising him, taking his cock into your mouth, your eyes looking seductively into his as your hand stroked his thigh.
‘You can be a good boy for me can’t you?’ his thoughts giving him an image of you behind his eyelids as he tried to recreate an image of you. ‘See? You’re so good when you behave for me.’ you said, hand teasing his cock, his mind trying to remember the feeling of your hand, slowly choking him as you pumped him, your hand moving up and down his cock, lathering the surface of it with his leaking precum.
‘Cum for me.’
“Hhhh- ahhh”
‘Cum for me, Sae.’
“Nhhaaahh-”
‘Cum for me, my filthy slut.’
“Fuck-” he cursed, hand pumping his cock quickly until he had cum all over it, his messy hand giving shallow pumps as some of it spilled onto the expanse of his abdomen that had a light sheen of sweat. Opening his eyes, his chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, angry at himself with the clench of his jaw at losing himself in you, yet the feeling of seeing you again lingered; a notification from his phone catching him off guard.
‘Meet me at the library tomorrow. Finish at least 3k words regarding the content of the assignment based on the research conducted while I’ll handle the rest. And get your laptop with you.’
Clicking his phone shut, Sae pulled up his boxers and pajamas, throwing on a loose tee to sit at the desk as he typed away at his laptop, a thought coming to mind.
If he were to piss you off with mistakes in his research… Would you stick to your word and break him?
𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢 :
There were plenty of odd people that you had come across in your life such as the old lady who would give you a mean stare as she held her cat, watching you from her patio while you were walking on the curb to go home or old man who would run after you when you rode your bicycle on the grass of his neatly trimmed lawn on a summer dare your friends had given you. Despite growing up and enrolling into university, it was safe to say you had seen enough odd cases such as Emiko,your roommate who had a habit of scribbling her pointy pencil to a blunt point at the back of her notebook before writing a note down.
The world was plenty of odd people, yet the oddest case of them all had to be that of your biology classmate;
Shidou Ryusei.
He had been popular and had everything in life going for him such as a football career from clubs that were scouting for him and maintaining a high status in university, getting invited to parties every other night. Rather than scaring off the students with the footage of him being muzzled in the locker room, keeping him from moving for he had a violent tendency on the field, losing his sanity at the sight of the ball when it was in his line of sight for a goal, delivering a kick so powerful that it scared yet thrilled the crowd; not to mention the fact that he was a party animal. Rather than the alcohol he could tolerate influencing his image, it did nothing but bring him more invitations.
Interacting with such people was never your strongest pursuit; often choosing to stay away from them as they had a poor attitude and were often looked down upon by elders, yet trouble always seemed to find you within the confines of the campus, even as Ryusei had poured soda on your book bag, while the others around him cheered him or stared at him in horror yet couldn’t do anything as they stood frozen to their spot rather than helping you, afraid of what he could do to them.
“Oh? What’s wrong, smart mouth?” he cooed, giving a mean grin as he emptied the can of pink soda that would no doubt stain your canary colored satchel and seep through the pages of your book. “Aren’t you always answering in Biology class? Raising your pathetic little arm when the teacher asks a question? Whatever happened to that hm?”
You grit your teeth as he dropped the can next to your drenched satchel in mockery, shoving your shoulder as he walked past you. People continued to watch while some smirked at your figure when you rushed to kneel on the floor, one hand pulling away at the wet cloth of your bag and the other pulled out your books, your shoulders dropping in relief that the only thing that had been stained were the corners of it and not the edges.
The next day, there was a new transfer student in class as he waved nervously and introduced himself as Ayato to the class. You were never one to wish ill on anyone, yet the hope lingered that the new student would be the subject of Ryusei’s torments for all you wanted was to study in peace and move up the ladder in society, hoping to earn a good salary that could buy you a comfortable house- a thought that had fueled you work harder rather including the want of independence from the miserable dorm room, and a job that was decent to meet both your daily and luxurious needs.
Was having a peaceful youth while studying to achieve a dream too much to ask for?
The thought made you groan internally as you laid your head on your desk the bell for a break ringing in the background as you rubbed your forehead into the pages of your notebook until the feeling of your chair being kicked hard came from behind, making it lose balance as you fell down to the ground, the wood of the leg of the chair cracked under its impact. You rubbed your lower back that ached from the fall, eyes shifting to the teacher’s desk that was empty. Looking up you saw the figure of none other than Shido, dropping a book and kicking it in your direction.
“Get that done in two days. And if you don’t… can’t say what will happen to you.” he stated grimly, sticking his tongue out as he walked away from your form. Your ass sore from the fall, you stood up taking the help of the corner of your desk as the new student came to your aid.
“Do you need to see the nurse?”
“I’m fine. Don’t come near me or you’ll be the next thing.” you said, ruffling your shirt, picking up the book and walking towards your dorm, deciding to skip out on the next few classes, unaware that Ryusei watched the interaction between the two of you.
“You sure you want to sit this one out?” Emiko asked, reaching the doors of the house that had blaring music coming from inside, one of the students looking like he was ready to throw up in the bushes around the house; Ayato holding his shoulder as he waved at you while you returned the gesture.
“Just come in. You can be the sober one and drive us home rather than me having to call you up.” Emiko whined.There were times you had seen her drunk before , her movements sloppy as she stayed laying on the floor. Looking away from her to the chaos inside the house, you watched as people drank and created scenes while others cheered them on.
You couldn’t leave her alone in this condition.
“Fine. I’ll come with you.” you gave in, walking past the threshold of the house, moving between the bodies of people, your face contorting into the expression of discomfort as you felt a push and shove, trying to make it on the other side of the room. Wading through the crowds, you kept a watchful eye on Emiko as she danced with a stranger while your other hand scrolled away at your phone; Ayato coming to stand next to you.
“It’s pretty loud in here isn’t it?” he asked awkwardly, making you chuckle.
“Seems like you’re the stickler for the rules, but I can tell that small talk isn’t your strongest pursuit.” you remarked, making him rub the back of his head. “You can relax around me, Ayato.”
“Am I that easy to read?” he asked, taking a sip from his can of beer.
“A magician never reveals her tricks.” you said with the shrug of your shoulders, the noise in the background becoming louder as someone fell onto your back, drenching your pants with alcohol. Groaning, you shook your leg both in disgust and annoyance.
“I’ll be right back.” you told Ayato, heading towards the hallway of the house, opening doors to find the bathroom until you turned the knob of the right one.
Stepping in you grabbed tissues, running it under cold water, a poor attempt to wipe away at the alcohol on your pants. It wasn’t save all, but it was better than nothing, not wanting it to stain and smell like you had stepped into beer when you were perfectly sober. Hearing the click of the door open, you remembered that you had forgotten to lock it in your haste.
“Its occupied.” you said lowly enough for the person to hear, yet it didn’t stop the sound of footsteps from circling around you, clicking the door shut in place, a heavy arm coming around you. Looking up from the sink you watched as Ryusei cocked his head to the side, a hand on a lollipop that was in his mouth while the other was hanging loosely around your neck, his gaze staring into yours.
“What's smart mouth doing at a party like this? Don’t you have a curfew to get to?” he sneered looking at your reflection. “Hmm? And what about my work? Are you done with that yet?”
Dropping his arm from around you, he stepped behind you, resting both his arms on either side of you, holding his lollipop in front of you.
“Open your mouth and say ahhh ” he commanded, sticking his tongue out while pushing the sticky sweet candy on your lips. Angry that you weren’t ready to open your mouth, he squished your cheeks together with his free hand, fingers digging into your cheeks to make your mouth form an ‘o’ shape, pushing the blue colored lollipop in, moving the stick back and forth.
“Seems like you can suck on something-” he teased, testing your patience;
Until you had enough. Lifting your foot, you brought it down on his foot, making him cry out in pain as he stumbled back a few steps. Spinning on your heel, you caught him by his shirt bringing him eye level with you. Using your other hand, you repeated the same action as he had done with you, squishing his cheeks together as he furrowed his eyebrows, his hands clawing at your coat, the lollipop falling on the ground with a clatter.
Collecting saliva at the tip of your tongue you let it fall sweetly into his mouth until you were satisfied, the sound of you spitting on his tongue being heard around the room.
“Swallow it.” you ordered, watching the bob of his adam’s apple after he had done as you wished.
“Seems like the bitch can listen.” you said lips coming close to his jaw as you licked up a stripe. Moving south, you rubbed the tip of your nose against the skin of his exposed neck, you made him shiver. Running your tongue over it, you heard a hint of a whimper before biting down on it, making him moan.
“That’s what you get for spilling soda on my bag.”
Running your tongue on the bite mark you made, you sucked on the area, making sure to leave a deep purple bruise as he clenched
“Want me to mark you up and let you know who do you moan for?” you taunted, leaving a searing kiss to the now bruised skin that would only turn darker with time.
“Imagine what people are gonna think? Feral Shido was tamed none other than his victim- (y/n); who he bullies everyday. Won’t that be something for people to discuss?” you added, chuckling as he stared at you with half lidded eyes, lust present in them, his hands circling around your waist to bring you closer to him. Placing a knee on his crotch, you applied light pressure, rubbing the surface of your knee up and down, making his grip come loose, his forehead coming into contact with yours, his breath playing on your lips.
“Look at you. Can’t believe this is the same dog they muzzled in the back of the locker rooms just because he lost in the field.” you said, lips moving to leave more marks on the other side of his neck. “You can be an obedient bitch for me can’t you?”
“Ah” Ryusei moaned, one arm coming to your waist while the other pressed behind your head, wanting to have you as close as possible, moving his head back, to give more space to have your way with him.
“Who said you could touch me, brat?” you growled, grabbing his hand from the back of your head, placing it on the wall beside him; leaning more of your body weight forward, moving your thigh against his clearly hard cock that was constrained by the black pants he wore. Ryusei’s chest heaved as he felt you press more of yourself into him, a rush of warmth spreading across his face, feeling feverish at your touch until you had pulled away, your lips placed on his. The kiss started off slow, becoming more sensual with the passing of time as his arms came to your shoulders, hsi face leaning forward into yours, tongue sliding over tongue when you pulled away with a teasing bite to his lip.
You moved back, taking in the picture of the flustered man in front of you with a hardon.
“Where are you going?” he asked, an arm reached out towards you. “We’re not done yet.”
“I think we are. When I fell to the ground after you kicked my chair, you weren’t there to lift me up were you?” you asked with a smirk making its way to your face.
Opening the door, you stepped back, closing the door once you stepped out with a tiny crack in it as Ryusei blinked at you, confused at the predicament he had found himself in.
“You better take care of that. Don’t want to walk out with a tent in your pants neither do you want to keep someone waiting outside, do you?” you chuckled, closing the door and walking away.
𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫
Studying at an establishment was a tedious task, but studying in a fine establishment was another feat as students passing by stared at you, a hand on their mouth to cover their laugh as you couldn’t tell the difference between the right forks and spoons, each defined by their function or the way you dressed, simplicity standing out in a sea of grandiosity.
You were an odd one and you knew that, whispers about your father’s line of work circulating wherever you went. It didn’t stop there, you often found your things vandalized, hands finding themselves in a wet puddle of white paint as you stuck your hand into your bag during the first week of university when you had left it unattended at your desk, the desk spray painted in red with the words “Slut” and “bitch” along with the terribly made portrait of a clown causing uncomfort among the teachers as they passed by your desk; powerless to do anything about this as their salaries depended on the students and their families, the prominence of capitalism making its mark on the education system making you scoff. It was very difficult to figure out the doer of such heinous acts, making your life in university difficult with each passing day.
Michael Kaiser.
Despite ruining the image of the perfect child born with a silver spoon, he had it going for him; with teachers who did not bat an eye to his notorious nature, turning every low grade into an excellent one while the others who didn’t meet the tier fell below him. The rotten system made you grit your teeth as he smirked at your miserableness, lips curling and exposing his pearly whites as he was given his test that he didn’t have to try too hard in, the answer key arranged by one of his minions that was on a payroll from his endless pit of wealth while your eyebrows furrowed at the average grade you received even if you had given it your best and were positive you’d get good grades this time like you had promised yourself the previous. Torments during lunch break wasn’t anything new, the dumping of buckets of water over your form as you occupied a bathroom stall that made you catch a cold when you walked home shivering, irritation spreading through your body as you clenched your fist, willing yourself to get through the year until the goal of having an impressive resume was reached. A dream that you were ambitious in achieving yet it seemed far away; your dreams being crushed with the amused laughter of none other than Kaiser who had managed to turn the classroom itself into a puppet show to entertain himself. It was unfair and rotten to say the least.
Yet everything played out beautifully in this flawed system for Kaiser.
“You never seem to give up. Must I strip you bare and present you before everyone? You’ve even fallen below the status of a court jester.” he remarked, pouring milk over your textbook while Ness watched helplessly, not daring to utter a word that would question his loyalty to kaiser, a smile plastered on his face as he watched the blonde empty an entire box of milk on your desk, raising an eyebrow at you. Not uttering a word, you looked to the side as you felt him place a hand on you, wiping away the drops of milk that clung to his fingers onto your top.
"I'll make you kneel before me."
“Pathetic.”
You clench your fists in frustration and anger. With every passing day since then, the dream of wanting to finish business school on a scholarship, a letter of recommendation and an interview seeming pointless under the torment Kaiser and his puppets had caused you.
You could do this, just another ten months.
Your resolve crumbled at the sight of your research and project papers being mixed with glue as Ness and Kaiser watched over the students get their hands messy. Your eyes watered at the sight of the hard work and progress you had made weeks prior getting wasted in a tub of glue, wiping your eyes off traitorous tears, you were quick to leave, wanting to take a break from the university and everything that came with it. Maybe spending a free evening wouldn’t hurt; getting back home to work on your assignments and projects again. Sending a quick text to your family, informing them that you would arrive home late that night.
Rather than going to the club like some people under stress would, you decided to spend your time at the local library, reading through comfort books, even if it were children’s picture books, a drink along with it as you curled your toes on the sofa, getting comfortable into the plush cushions of it. After having emptied your cup, you placed it on the table, getting up and going to fetch another book from the shelf. Stumbling on the shelf, a shadow of someone approaching behind you fell on the shelf in front, making you aware of their presence, your heart racing at the thought of turning back to take a look. Arms coming on either side of you, you noticed the familiar tattoo of vines that disappeared into glove-covered hands that were placed on either side of the shelf, trapping you between a tall yet muscular build, making sure that you had no space to move.
“Never thought I’d find you here of all places, peasant.”
Clenching your jaw you grimaced at your own luck, wanting to break away from your tormentor, escaping into a library that was distant from your home yet not a hassle to go back. Placing the book into the shelf you turned around to face him, you watched as his blue eyes stared into yours, eyebrows raised as if he were expecting some kind of a revelation from you. Raising your hands, you struck his elbows, making a shiver crawl up his spine as he stared at your bold move. Never before had you raised your hands at him, the gesture catching him off guard.
“You felt a shiver didn’t you?” you asked, taking a step towards him, making him take on back. “That’s called the funny bone. It’s the skin over the ulnar nerve that’s embedded in the region of your elbow. When hit, struck or knocked, it can create a feeling of numbness or pain.” you said, making him hit his back on a wall, his hands placed awkwardly on either side of him.
“Aren’t you a footballer?” you asked, cocking your head to the side as his blue eyes had taken a shade darker, avoiding your gaze. “You should be knowing this.” you added, reaching for the phone in your pocket, opening the camera of it.
“Just like how you should be knowing this-” you said, hands reaching for the nape of his neck, as Michael straightened his back, inching away from your hand until you let your hands sink into the tresses of his soft hair, fingers tugging at the roots of his hair, making him lean into your touch, his eyes closed and mouth parted as you held your phone up to record him. Using the pads of your fingers, you scratched at his scalp lightly, making him groan, your heart racing equally fast from the thrill and fear of being caught. Hand traveling from the back of his head, you slipped a thumb between his parted lips. Expecting for him to show defiance and bite down on your thumb, you were surprised to find him sucking on the digit, eyes seductively staring into yours, until they widened at the sight of you recording it.
“What the fuck do yout think you’re doing?” he asked, while you shoved your thumb further into his mouth, making him choke in surprise as you clicked your phone shut, pocketing it quickly.
“You sounded much better when you didn’t talk and sucked my thumb like someone who hasn't had anything to eat in days.” you smirked as his expression turned into that of a flustered one.
“What? Daddy not feeding you enough with that shit ton of money that you keep throwing around?” you mocked, your hand moving from your pocket to his face as he avoided looking at you while you slipped your thumb out of his mouth, repeating his actions from the other day by crudely rubbing it onto his clothes as he scrunched his eyebrows at you. Turning his head to you, you gazed into his eyes that were clouded with shame and lust.
“It seems like your highness likes getting degraded, does he not?” you mocked, making him protest as you covered his mouth with your hand.
“Don’t talk in a library, Kaiser. Don’t you know it's the rule… or have you forgotten your manners as a gentleman that you had to start acting like a bitch?” you snarled, all the anger coming out of your system, hand going from the side of his face to his throat.
“What if I leaked this video? Hm? I can think of a few things people would say… the student council papers no longer filled with news about your matches but how their star player turned into a bitchboy.” you taunted. “Tell me something, Kaiser. Does it stem from your mommy or daddy issues?”
Coming close to the base of the column of his neck, you placed your hand under his jaw, pushing it up gently as you bit and suck as spot, making him moan and whimper, his hands finding purchase awkwardly on your shoulders.
“Quiet mongrel. Or you’ll draw attention.” you warned him, continuing to lick and suck as the spot until it had left a deep mark on his skin. Satisfied with the result, you pulled away from him, watching him pant lightly, a violent blush spreading across his face, his cock seeming to stir.
“Easy there. Don’t want a hardon now do we,” you said, quickly pulling out your phone to take a picture of him in such a state, the deed already being done before his reflexes.
“Such weak reflexes for someone who plays football.”
“Pathetic.”
The term making him stare at you.
“That’s what you said to me the other day.” you added with a small smile. Leaning in close to his ear, you whispered gravely.
“Now that I have something as leverage against you, I wouldn’t step out of line if I were you. So, for the next nine months, be on your best behavior like a good boy and the secret remains safe between the both of us.”
Inspired by this post. This story ran away from me like a feral cat, but it was fun so here ya’ll go.
Mostly fluff, touch of angst, but it ends happy. About 2.6k. Mikey x Y/N. I wanted to use red because Mikey’s color is red for each kiss type, but tumblr said no. So it’s a bit boring in bold, but… tis life. :) I hope you enjoy.
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Growing up, you dreamed about your first kiss. You figured it would be awkward. Maybe a clash of teeth and bumping of noses. A little too wet. Realizing your partner had too much garlic to each right before. You thought over and over and over again about that first kiss, while what you should have been thinking about was all of the hundreds of different types of kisses that would come after.
Your first kiss with Mikey hadn’t been too far off from what you had imagined. In all honesty, it had felt more like an accidental kiss than a first kiss. Mikey let you try driving one of his old bikes all by yourself, and you wanted to impress him, as well as prove to yourself that you could ride it on your own. You’d just turned around to smirk at him when you steered right across a giant pothole. You went flying, crashing onto the asphalt.
summary; a friend overstays his welcome and refuses to take a hint. draken is less patient than you are.
tags; sfw, nice guy friend ™ who cannot take no for an answer, not yet in a relationship with draken though there are mutual feelings
author’s note; is this me coping with something that happened on sunday and wishing i had a ken? absolutely. this is short, not beta’ed and more of a coping piece for me.
Uncomfortable seemed to be far too light of a word to describe your current feeling to the predicament you found yourself in. One you did not even cause yourself.
It was supposed to be a normal day. Meet up with a friend, go out get some food, get some ice cream go home. Why exactly this friend of yours was intertwining his fingers with your own and stroking the back of your hand while refusing to let go was beyond you.
You kept trying to back off but he kept following after your steps, rambling about something you did not care to properly process at the moment, the entire ordeal feeling far too unbearable.
Especially after you had opened up to him earlier; having trusted him enough to do so and leaving yourself vulnerable.
It began to dawn on you that maybe he hadn’t really cared about that. Or anything you had said for that matter. But that wasn’t really your fault was it? You had treated him like any other friend. Hell, he knew how you treated your friends as you had a few in common. The way he had waited to make his move until you felt vulnerable; like a snake getting ready to strike made you feel weirdly vulnerable.
Your hand burned as you tried to politely separate yourself from him but he either did not seem to get the hint or care.
“So what do you think, next week again?”, he asked, far too close to your face for your taste.
“Yeah I really don’t think so buddy”, you half joked, trying to remain firm and stand your ground, “I think you’re messing some stuff up here.”
The vice grip of his hand sure would leave marks and remind you tomorrow. The alarming thought that you had chosen a longer path home through the forest with not a lot of people around was enough to let goosebumps erupt all over your skin.
You could see annoyance flash through his eyes as if he had been entitled to give him the attention he so desperately craved, but before he could answer, his gaze focused on something behind you as he paled, letting go of your hand and taking a few steps back.
The looming shadow behind you should have made you tense up but the broad palm that wrapped comfortingly around your shoulder made you relax instantly. Inwardly, you were thanking any god ever for the existence of Ken Ryūguji.
“And what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”, Ken growled out, an angry expression etching across his face. You could hear his voice rumbling in his chest pressed against the back of your head combined with his pounding heartbeat. Draken was furious. There was no doubt about that.
Suddenly, the guy who you weren’t even sure you wanted to call a friend anymore wasn’t as bold. He cowered in fear of Draken’s scowl as he raised his hands defensively.
You knew if you didn’t do anything, Ken would beat this pitiful excuse of a man up. Not that you wouldn’t welcome it but it was getting hard to breathe and you just wanted to leave the situation. So tentatively, you curled your left palm around Draken’s hand, getting his attention. He understood immediately, leading you back towards the path home, ensuring that he was between the guy and you while you passed him.
Jesus fuck you hated entitled people. Assholes just like him. People who saw you more so as a tool to brighten their own boring life as if you existed solely to feed their fevered imaginations; as if they were some sophisticated broodingly soulful young men who required you to teach them about life and adventure. As if you were barely a person alone and definitely not someone deserving of the same complexity as they thought themselves they had.
“Are you holding up okay?” Ken asked carefully, having finally arrived at his motorcycle. You don’t think you had ever seen him park it so carelessly.
“I- I think so”, you had no idea. Probably not though and your brain was putting up a strong front as you rubbed your burning hand.
Ken stroked your hair for a moment, offering you one of his hands as a distraction while he readied his bike, his fist unfurled, letting you do whatever you wanted.
“Want me to give you a drive home?” Ken suggested, holding out the helmet he carried for you. On it was a hello kitty sticker you had put on there a couple of years ago all worm off.
Home. Bed. A hot shower. That sounded nice. Home. 2 blocks away from that creeps apartment. That thought alone made you shudder as any nice thought evaporated from your body.
“I am going to sleep over at your place”, you decided, closing the clasp of the helmet with one hand as you refused to let go of Ken’s. It gave you a strange sense of comfort.
Ken’s face flushed.
“My place- I mean-“
“Is full of nice ladies with a terribly amazing make up skills I know”, you retorted, swinging behind him onto the motor cycle and wrapping your arms around his waist,”You’re just scared of being teased again by them and boss guy for bringing me home.”
Your astute observation met no denial on Draken’s end as his clammy hands focused on letting the engine roar to life.
This was definitely not something you did with a friend. Only a friend. The teasing the flirting all felt more… personal. More than the other fucker ever had.
The wind rushing against your skin was a welcome distraction as Ken rushed towards the descending sun in the horizon.
currently reading … um. lookism, eleceed, viral hit, orv, jungle juice, and i’m the ex girlfriend of a soldier (all are webtoons / manhwas…. and yes i’m reading all at the same time)
last song i listened to 中庭の少女たち by shishamo
last series can’t remember
last movie the notebook
sweet/spicy/savory spicy ftw !
currently working on kiss hcs
no pressure tag @venusinbimbo @etheralyonn @blueparadis
last movie: I don’t remember lmao. I think it might’ve been KNY: Mugen Ressha-hen
sweet/spicy/savory: sweet or spicy I can’t pick 💔
currently working on: a drawing of the Haitani brothers uhu and redrawing smth for merch
tagging: whwh okok just gonna tag the first ppl that comes to mind- @the-weeping-chrysanthemum @sinfulseashell @leepoon-06 (no pressure ! !) + anyone who wants to
favourite colours: i love pastel colours, mostly pink and blue!
currently reading: kjalnesinga saga and jökul’s þáttr, old icelandic stuff for this assignment i have to rip. otherwise always hooked on fanficiton like usual
last song i listened to: D.D.D.D. by (K)NoW_NAME; dorohedoro’s soundtrack slaps so hard
last series: haven’t watched anything in so long (after getting stuck in fire force hell anwyay) but have been watching the new netflix resident evil show w my parents and it’s honestly eh
last movie: thor love and thunder! taika waititi always slaps and i love that man w my entire being even tho marvel kinda sucks
sweet/spicy/savory: sweet and spicy, depending on my mood. definitely like my meals spicy as hell tho. savory? not my cup of tea
currently working on: trying to finish up that damn inupi fic (spoilers; its not going well, writer’s block be hitting)
