Hi! Can I get a Mucho x reader where he’s very vocal in bed in contrast to his more quiet public personality? I imagine him fully encapsulating the phrase “it’s always the quiet ones” lol
Taming of the Shrew: Yasuhiro Muto x Fem!Reader
wc: 953
tw: smut
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Honey, I need you so bad...
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You stare at the screen, sighing.
Four messages over three hours, and Mucho still hadn't responded. You'd even dressed up in something slutty for the photo, and filmed yourself playing around with your pussy and moaning his name over and over...
Was he really that busy?
"It's not gonna work," you tell yourself, roaming around the empty house. Your friend's advice had been wrong - obviously - and her "foolproof plan" seemed more fool than proof.
"I send my husband a few flirty texts during the day, and when he comes home... work is the last thing on his mind."
You're in the middle of watching TV and eating lunch when you hear the garage door opening, an unusual sound in the mindlessness of the day. Before you can even get up off the couch and walk around to the mudroom, you see Mucho striding through the door, his turquoise eyes finding yours as he shucks his loafers off.
"Honey," you whisper, your meager sandwich left behind on the countertop. "You're home early. Something wrong?" Your husband begins undoing his tie, walking past you and toward the bedroom. "Sweetheart?" He undoes the buttons of his crisp black shirt, stopping at the ottoman at the foot of the bed and sitting down on it, then placing the tie beside him.
"Come here." You walk toward him slowly, feeling something knotting in your stomach at the sound of his voice. When you arrive at the spot between his legs, he takes his hands and slides your pants and underwear off delicately.
"Y-Yasuhiro--"
"Shh, shh, shh..." One hand brings your left leg up, then your right leg in order for you to straddle him properly. You place your trembling hands on his shoulders, inhaling sharply when his fingers come up to stroke your clit leisurely. "You want to tell me why you sent me those messages? It's proposal week... You know I have to be there for every single one and pay attention to them."
Proposal week... how could you forget something so big?
"I-I'm sorry," you squeak, moaning as one of his fingers slide against your entrance.
"I want to hear an explanation, not an apology."
"I... I just wanted you to focus on something other than work when you came home tonight." His blonde brow quirks and you close your mouth, praying he wouldn't rebuke you any more than he already had.
"You don't think I take care of your needs enough?" he wonders, leaning forward to stand up with you in his lap.
"No, no!" you exclaim, feeling horror at the realization that the very thought might be how you felt... you just weren't brave enough to express it. "I didn't mean..." Mucho places you on the bed, smoothing your hair away from your eyes before leaning over you. One finger dips into your cunt and you moan, gripping the sheets and closing your eyes.
"One finger?" Mucho whispers, chuckling. "You really do need me, huh?" Another finger slips into you, making your hips arch up off the bed. "You want me so bad... couldn't wait until I got home..."
"Yasuhiro, please..." Mucho finally kisses you, his lips dancing over yours as you yearn for more. "I love you so much... just want you inside me."
"Yeah?" Mucho fiddles with his belt, closing his eyes as he takes it off and unzips his pants, freeing his already hard cock. "Spread those legs a little wider, sugar."
You hold your legs back with your hands, anticipating the feeling of Mucho's cockhead against your entrance. When the tip catches on your already weeping hole, you whine, bucking your hips up to accept his length. He pushes past your slit, moaning loudly as he enters you fully and then begins to press into you with slow, steady thrusts.
"You want this cock so bad?" he wonders in your ear and you nod, still moaning as he moves within you. "Go ahead and take it; take this dick." You grip onto his shirt, fingers clenching as Mucho sets a quicker pace. "Don't run from me," he advises, lifting up off of you and looking into your eyes as his balls slap against your asscheeks. Mucho is filthy and loud when he gets in the mood and now is no different.
"Got that beautiful, warm pussy..." he grunts, holding tight onto your hips and bruising you slightly. "Fucking shit..." Your tits bounce as he slams into you, trying to get as deep as he can while you're split open for him. You see him look down at where you two meet, and his eyes flutter as he bites his lip. "So fucking small. But you take my cock so well."
"I do?" you wonder innocently, and he nods, smirking.
"Always split open for me... always wet..." Mucho murmurs gently. His thumb comes down on your clit and rubs at it rapidly. "Know you wanna cum for me, babe. Go ahead and cum on this dick."
"I--" you gasp, trying to hold out a little longer so you can enjoy the sensations.
"Need you to cum for me, need you to do it so I can cum in you. Gonna breed that perfect little hole like you want me to."
"Ah, ah, ah...!" You feel the quivering shortly before your cunt spasms around his length, and Mucho grunts and gives you a thick load of cum. When he's done, he doesn't pull out but instead pushes himself deeper into you and rests his forehead on yours.
"Was it worth it?" he pants and you nod quickly, kissing his lips.
I'm so sorry for what you went thru, but I know you're strong, and that you make an absolutely sexy villain 😈
Can I have pussydrunk Ran??? Like the kitty so delish he gotta rush a bish y'know? 😂😂😂
Cheers, darling! Have a great day
Hello, Kitty: Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader
wc: 343
tw: smut
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"Baby," you whimper, toes lifted as you balance against the countertop. "B-baby, we gotta go now if we don't want to be late."
"Mhmm..." Ran hums, arm still snaked around your waist. "Give me a minute."
"We don't -- ahh... We don't have a minute, Ran." Ran's tongue dips into your core a little deeper, cutting off your complaints as he sucks and licks at your cunt eagerly.
"Stay right here, princess," he mutters when you try to wriggle away, though you don't want to really move away. You want to stay right where you are, enjoying every single moment with Ran. A hand grips and smacks your ass cheek, pressing against it with the force of a serious man who has no intention of leaving his position on his knees.
"Ran, please..." You're about to cum, but you know you can't reward him for keeping you ten minutes past your agreed-upon departure time. "Please, please, please, we have to--"
"You need to cum on my tongue before we go," he mentions, pulling back as you look over your shoulder and watch him lick your juices off his lips. "Otherwise, we'll be here all night."
His other hand is working at his cock, and to anyone watching, they would think it's more about him getting off than about you cumming. But you know he gets off on the way you cum for him, the way you shake and quiver, the way you tuck your lip past your teeth and grip the surface you're on...
"Oh, fuck..." Your legs tremble on the tile, heels clicking against it as you shake and moan. "Ran, Ran!" Ran makes the noises you're accustomed to when you cum, the soft grunting and hums song-like as they echo around the kitchen. And then he cums, the white emissions running from his cock and over his knuckles while he consumes your cum for himself.
"I think we can make it in twenty minutes," Ran chuckles, cleaning himself up and pulling your panties back up. "Want to make a bet, sweetheart?"
synopsis: being a dominant isn't all for show, according to Keizo.
wc: 1k
tw: smut
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"Never hold your head low," Keizo's voice whispers gently into your ear. "You're mine, and you will carry yourself as such."
"Yes, sir," you murmur, earning you a tender peck and the cheek.
"That's my girl."
You hear the chains rattle as Keizo stands, letting go of your hair and walking around the intricate bench he has you attached to.
"Let me see that beautiful face, sweetheart." You angle your head a little higher, exhaling as he walks around you once more, the crop in his hand patting a steady beat on the side of his thigh. The anticipation eats at you, pressing your lungs against your ribcage as you watch him stop in front of you one last time. "Listen to me. You won't see me at all, but I need you to listen and be obedient."
"Yes, sir."
"Good girl..." When the blindfold slides past your forehead, you're dropped into a different space of mind entirely, one where you have to rely on your hearing.
"Count for me, kitten." The crop hits your ass once and you grunt, then count,
"One." Another tap with the crop on your thigh. "Two."
"Head up," Keizo reminds you. You instantly lift your head a little higher and are rewarded with a soft pat on your back. The crop follows quickly after, startling you back into your submission.
"Three." Hands press against your skin, and you feel the plastic and leather on your hip as Keizo straddles you from behind. Your hands are held under the bench, otherwise, you would reach back for him and grab at his pant legs, silently begging for him to fuck you stupid. But tonight is not one of those nights.
"Show everyone how good you are." You moan softly as his fingers probe your entrance, and all of your body reacts to his touching with goosebumps. Fingers dip into your core, and you gasp, thighs shaking while Keizo strokes your walls slowly. "You're so wet..."
"S-sir..." you breathe, and Keizo hums, beginning to tap your ass with the crop again. "Permission to cum?"
"Permission denied."
You whimper, bucking your hips back and forth, hoping his motions will help you ride out the feeling for a bit before you let the potential orgasm subside. But Keizo unexpectedly moves his digits back and forth against your core, hitting the slightly rigid spot of your pelvic bone with his thick fingers.
"Permission to squirt?" you cry out, hearing the sounds of your arousal echoing in the emptiness of the room.
"Permission granted." Keizo pulls his fingers out of you instantly, and you feel the wetness stream out of you, slapping against the leather of the bench and onto the concrete floor.
"'Atta girl..."
You shiver as the sounds of a belt and pants dropping clink against the floor, and then you feel the cool touch of something... like lube, almost. "Open for me." You spread your legs a little wider, then Keizo nudges his cockhead past your folds. "That's it." The brief exhale of air and your timely inhale are enough to sink both of you into a deep space that encompasses just the two of you in perfect harmony.
The bench creaks beneath you after adding the weight of Keizo's body while he fucks you slowly, sensually, patiently. Your hips rock back and forth, never getting to the point where they're aching, but just close enough to the point of pain that drives an orgasm home even harder.
"Easy, easy," Keizo hisses, pulling back after you clench around him on accident. "Not too fast, baby."
"Wanna cum... wanna make you cum, too."
"I know, I know. You're too good to me, sweetheart."
The bench creaks once more, and you sigh, holding your head up as best as you can. A hand laces around your ponytail again, and as you slip deeper into subspace, you feel your body slackening and opening up to every sensation available.
You can't even think of the words you want to say as he drills into your cunt, except a long and drawn-out string of thank you's. Keizo isn't sure if he should cease your praise due to the watching audience, but as your cunt sucks him back in for a third time, he's crumbling.
Keizo wants to cum, and you can feel the twitch of his cock inside of you. "Cum in me," you moan. "Please, sir..."
"Patience, patience..." His words are needy, straining free from his tightened throat, but you hear it and shiver.
"Feels so good... Wanna feel your cum in me..."
"Don't beg," Keizo warns tenderly, his voice trembling. "Want to make this last."
"Yes, s-sir." Your entire body begins its familiar acceleration towards your orgasm, which makes you stiffen, and Keizo grunts quickly. "Permission to cum, sir?" Keizo doesn't respond, his hand holding your hip a little tighter. "Permission to cum, sir?" You can feel the desperation in your bones and your dom grunts and huffs behind you.
"Granted," Keizo huffs, and your body reacts instantly. You shake underneath him and he releases himself inside of you, filling you with his seed. And you greedily accept it, trying to milk every last drop out of him before he pulls out of you.
"Good girl," Keizo chants, undoing the blindfold at your eyes. You can see the corresponding video on the screen, tracking your every move as your entire scene was streamed for thousands to watch. "Spread your legs baby; they want to see you push it out."
You angle your hips back a little and try your best to push as much cum as you can out of you, humming with each try.
"You're doing great, baby girl," Keizo murmurs, dipping his fingers into you and swiping at what he left behind. "That's perfect..."
As soon as the video cuts off - time's up - you relax against the bench while Keizo undoes you carefully. Time for aftercare.
He presses you against his warm body and holds you for a while, letting your body regulate back to its normal state of consciousness.
"Can we do a live stream again, soon?" you whisper, lips feeling heavy like your eyelids.
"I think we'll be doing a lot more after that performance," he chuckles deeply, pressing a long kiss to your forehead and urging you to rest, if just for a moment, with him.
synopsis: a fleeting moment with the woman of his dreams leads to a sexy reunion.
wc: 1.6k
tw: smut
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Imposing.
Terrifying.
Unyielding.
Keizo knows the meaning of those words. He knows what it's like to see a figure that encompasses all of those words strolling up to someone in the middle of a party.
He knows what he looks like; he knows the rules he's breaking by walking through the haze of cigarettes and marijuana and approaching you. Like a panther looking for its prey.
"Some rules have to be broken," Keizo's older brother scoffed at him earlier that evening, raising a brow and putting his cigar out in the ashtray. "You gonna keep following rules, even though you're part of the Black Dragons now?"
Right.
It's easy to remind other men of his position, of his fame, of his lack of losses. And it's actually easy to manipulate some women into thinking he's larger than life with his massive hands and broad chest and larger family name. Half-drunk gang members and their pretty significant others hang around the two-story house with little else to go on other than the Black Dragons are hosting a party and they're bored.
But Keizo's not bored.
No, he's entertaining himself with the thought of your legs wrapped around his waist, your fingers trapezing through his cornrows, your lips mingling with his...
But you don't even know her name, his mind chastises, halting him in his steps. Keizo swallows hard. It's not like there isn't endless charm and good looks on his side.
He catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror across the room, eyeing his face with mild scrutiny. He looked fine. Fine. 'Fine' like everything looked okay, not 'fine' like what the girls call him when he passes by them, their lips parting or pursing together in desire. Keizo thinks he looks fine. But when he turns back to look at the couch where you'd been sitting and laughing with someone he didn't know (yet), you've disappeared.
Again.
The imposing man thinks about beginning a small search for your face among the crowd, but as he makes his way through the menagerie, Keizo wonders where the obsession began.
Perhaps it was the way you waltzed into his consciousness at the club five nights ago, your sexy crop-top and too-tight skinny jeans blending in perfectly with any other person in the crowd. Or maybe it was the way you held him close and giggled as he spit game into your ear, his instincts on overdrive as your halter-top-covered chest pressed against his in the strobe-lit room.
Keizo wanted you then, and even though you'd disappeared without a trace the previous night, he wouldn't let you get away a second time.
Before you can sneak into the kitchen (where the booze is), Keizo stealthily plants himself by the punch bowl, pretending to pour himself a cup as you approach. As you reach for a red cup, your fingers wrap around the plastic slowly, and for a second, the motion makes the head in Keizo's pants awaken from his nap.
"Hey, stranger," you purr, and he looks up from his cup to see your mouth curl into a sultry smile. "Long time no see." Keizo instantly feels a grin tugging at his lips, and for a second, he loses himself in the way you look at him.
"Hey..." You fill your cup with hard lemonade before leaning against the counter in your frayed black shorts and flannel shirt, raising your brow at him. "Uh--"
"Yo, Keizo," Takeomi calls out, stumbling across the living room toward him with a silly look on his face. "Do we have those cards? I promised Shin a round of poker before I--" He hiccups, belching loudly. "Before I got laid." Keizo stiffens but reaches into the drawer beside him to pull out a deck of cards. "Thanks, buddy." As Takeomi ambles off, Keizo looks back over to you, the tips of his ears reddening.
"Keizo..." The way you say his name has his thoughts rolling around in his mind like saltwater taffy. "That's a nice name."
"My nickname is Benkei," he interjects, but quickly silences himself. Where did all of his cool go? Did he just lose all of his game in one fell swoop or...
"So what should I call you then? Keizo or Benkei?" When you look up through your lashes, Keizo suddenly feels his mind regain some control.
"You can call me whatever you'd like." You laugh at the cheesy comment, pushing off the edge of the counter and walking over to him.
"Is that so?"
"What should I call you?" Keizo wonders, getting closer to you and reaching his hand out to hold you close against him.
"You can call me y/n," you whisper, biting your bottom lip. "Or whatever you'd like, really..."
What starts as simple, tender kisses as the party proceeds on around the two of you culminates in you racing up the stairs of the house, your socked feet hitting the carpet with an urgency Keizo can only mimic in his hurried movements.
When he tosses open the door to his room, the sight of the men kissing on his bed immediately has him growling "get out". The two scamper back out, no doubt unnerved by the sight of him, and you chuckle, pulling off your flannel in the semi-darkness.
"They could have stayed," you joke, but Keizo doesn't reply as he strips out of his black t-shirt.
"Come here." Hands pull your face closer to him, and wet kisses pepper his lips generously. The need in his stomach triples as your hands dance around his abs and muscles, exploring whatever skin is available to you to touch. And it's odd, he thinks, because he is terribly unaccustomed to this type of touching.
"Fighting is no different than fucking," Wakasa had told him once. "You make all of these grunting noises, you sweat, you get your adrenaline fix... Hell, you can even bust a nut if you're not careful."
But Keizo would have to disagree.
As soon as he has you on the bed, he knows it's not a matter of winning or losing; it's just a matter of making the best of the time he's offered. Lips travel up your thigh, kissing the smooth flesh and sucking where necessary - marking you as taken with fresh, red and pink hickies that are surely not going anywhere anytime soon.
Your little gasps bring Keizo the most pleasure, especially when he sucks too hard and causes your fingers to curl into his cornrows, nails digging into his scalp.
"Keizo," you whimper, and his eyes close, a chill working its way down his spine as he relishes the sound of his name once more. Shorts, panties, everything comes off of your hips, and fingers part your waiting, slick-covered folds with ease. Without any conversation, Keizo presses his mouth to your cunt and begins to lap eagerly at your slit, humming and moaning along with you.
The hand on his head begins to lovingly stroke his hair and for a second, he feels the raw intimacy in the motion. It drives him to lick deeper, suck at your clit, and nip at your inner thighs as he comes up for air. His hand snakes into his trousers, stroking the awakened part of him that is begging to be touched. But he knows patience will get him further than rushing will, so he continues to let his tongue dance around your cunt, your slick smearing over his chin and lips.
"K-Kei... Kei, please..."
"Tell me what you want, baby," he breathes, eyes flicking up to meet yours.
"Want to suck your dick..."
"Patience," he replies softly, kissing your clit. "You've been so good for me..." You whimper in displeasure, but of course, Keizo's just as eager as you are to feel a sense of satisfaction. "Here, switch with me."
The movement is a little sloppy in the beginning, but when your fingers clutch around his length and guide it toward your waiting mouth, Keizo finds that he's absolutely powerless. What in the hell was Waka talking about? This isn't even close to fighting.
Hisses and soft pants render Keizo no good, but you don't seem to mind as he laces a hand in your hair. You bob up and down with measured strokes, your wet mouth sucking at his tip harshly before sliding back down to his shaft, then your tongue darting out to swipe at the leaking pre-cum again.
"Can't take it," you mutter before hovering over him and sinking into his cockhead. He jolts at the sensation, mouth popping open as you begin to slide around his throbbing cock.
"Good God," he mutters, eyes closing as you ride him to heaven, very nearly snatching his soul from his body with the feeling of your silken walls clenching around his dick. "Take it easy on me, y/n..."
You laugh softly, but the sound is interrupted by a sharp moan as you sink all the way down to the base of his cock, your hips swirling around and around and around... His hands grab your hips as he leans you forward, driving his cock deeper into your cunt. Your nipples rub against his chest as he rocks against you, kissing your mouth occasionally and grunting in pleasure. The slapping sounds are drowned out by the sound of the music downstairs, but you can still hear him in your ear, whispering filthy words to you.
"I'm going to fucking cum..." Keizo grunts, fingers shaking as he grips your hips tightly. "Pussy's so damn wet..."
"Ah!" You cry out as you feel your orgasm crest, quivering in his hands. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming..."
"That's what you're supposed to do, baby..." Keizo murmurs, squeezing his eyes shut. "Cum on my dick." Keizo's core tightens as he feels himself giving in to the sensations, and he begins to cum, shooting his warm seed inside of your clenching pussy.
"Now that we've been properly introduced," you sigh, leaning on his tatted chest and smirking. "Maybe we should go for coffee or something."
"Stay the night and we can," Keizo smiles, running a hand over your back.
Can I request a NSFW Mucho fic where the reader and Mucho spend the day together after getting snowed in? Thanks!
Snowed In: Yasuhiro Muto x Fem!Reader
wc: 474
tw: smut
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"I've never seen so much snow..."
You allow the thought to be spoken out loud as you lay on Yasuhiro's chest and stare outside at the white landscape. Mucho hums, holding you as you think endless thoughts about whether you should play in it, whether you should light a fire in the main room, or whether you should just lay there.
"I don't want to get up," Mucho murmurs softly, making the choice for you.
"We don't have to. It's cold out there." Mucho looks down at you and smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "We can keep each other warm."
Keep each other warm turns into soft kisses between the sheets, both of you relishing in the feeling of being held by the either.
"Isn't often that we get some time to ourselves," Mucho whispers between kisses, and you chuckle, pulling the sheets up to your shoulders a little more. "We should be snowed in more often..." Thick fingers find your heat, slipping past the lacy underwear and into your warm cunt one by one. You clutch onto his nightshirt as he sinks one finger in, then another, and moves them in tandem.
Your hips swirl back and forth, aiding him in his quest to seek out the pleasure you so desperately want and need - and so early in the morning, too.
"Hear that?" Mucho wonders, bitjng his lip. "You sound so wet..." Fingers play in your cunt for a little while longer before he pulls them out and looks at the cream collected from his fingertips to his knuckles. "Taste yourself."
You do so, licking off as much as you can while keeping eye contact with him, his turquoise eyes hooding ever so slightly at the sign of submission. Once you finish, he pushes his boxers down and fishes out his hardened cock, stroking it between your legs.
"Want me to put it in you?" Mucho asks, raising a brow. You nod quickly and he pushes you to the side, lifting your leg over his hip with a firm hand. "Stay there for me." You obey, anticipating the delicious stretch of his cock with patience, and when he sinks into you, you grip his shoulders with both hands. "Take it, take it, take it..." He chants, cupping your chin in his free hand.
You let out a gasp as he bottoms out, his tip touching your cervix, then pulls back once more, slowly... steadily.
"Mucho..." you sigh, and he pulls you closer, holding your lower back against him while he pumps in and out of you lazily. "Feels so good..."
"It should," he chuckles, kissing your neck and biting down lightly. "Gonna make you feel real good, babe."
"Gonna make me cum?" you wonder, moaning as he licks down your neck to your collarbone.
would it be too much to request a benkei x reader where he comforts reader while she goes through her depressive funks? i’ve been feeling particularly shitty these past few weeks and need a comforting benkei
on a better note, i hope you have a great week 🥰
-your trusty benkei requester
here's to hoping you feel better soon, sweetheart.
Old Leaves: Keizo Arashi x Fem!Reader
wc: 422
tw: fluff
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Winter.
The shortest days of the year bring many things that are enjoyable: snow, cold nights cuddled up by the fire, and warm drinks made with love.
But the side effects of the lack of sunlight do nothing positive for you over time.
"Did you know January is the worst month of the year for mental health?"
You immediately put your phone back down on the bed, rolling your eyes at the article. No shit, you want to retort, but as you curl under the blankets and stare at the opposite wall, you feel the hollowness inside opening up. If it weren't for the fact that you had to work, you'd stay in bed all January, sleeping away the time until the sun shone once more and delivered the needed nutrients so you can feel like yourself again.
Your partner stirs beside you softly, his arm tucked around you and holding you close in the waxing sunlight. It isn't much, but Keizo's presence in your apartment is enough to slightly soothe you. Sure, he knows there's no bringing you out of a funk this deep on his own - and he's tried before - but he knows that just being there is enough. It's enough.
"You don't have to stay here if you don't want to," you whisper, feeling Keizo shift onto his forearm to rise up and press a tender kiss to your cheek. "You can always leave."
"Not something I want to do," he murmurs groggily, repeating his constant affirmation. "I'm staying right here." With soft whispers of fabric, Keizo wraps you in a blanket, then whispers your favorite words: "I'll make breakfast".
Even though you're not eating as much as you'd want to, you still manage to consume one full waffle, letting the food rest in your stomach while Keizo busies himself with mundane tasks in the bedroom, keeping an eye on you as you mill about for a drink of water or to watch tv in the living room.
And occasionally, Keizo will stoop down next to you to press a kiss to your temple, to hold you against him while you view mindless television, reassure you when you feel a tear fall from your face for no reason at all.
"I love you," he murmurs each time, his arms wrapped around your frame. "You're allowed to feel like this."
"I love you, too," you mutter back, pressing your face into his chest. "Thank you for being here with me."
"Anything for you," he replied sweetly, smiling. "Anytime."
Title - The Anniversary
Fandom - Tokyo Revengers
Character/Pairing - Takashi Mitsuya x Fem!Reader (mentions of Ken(draken) being past boyfreind)
Word Count - 3.8k
Tags -Freinds with Benifits, Smut, Mentions of Death, Kissing, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Sex, Oral(fem receiving), Language, Unedited
A/n - Alright this is is totally self indulgent and based off of this post that wifey sent in. In the timeline where Draken dies but Mitsuya still peruses a career in fashion. Twin dragons forever. Both of them can have me, it's fine. ANYWAY! If this isn't coherent it's not my fault. I'm not editing this xD Reblogs much appreciated!! ♡
What had just happened, you weren’t really sure. Waking up feeling completely rejuvenated and completely rested. It was a completely different feeling than what you’d felt the past year. The past year without Ken.
Ken.
Upon thinking to yourself in your still sleepy state, you look over to the lump in the bed next to you. You knew exactly what you did. You were completely sober last night. Completely aware of what was going on, and what happened. But how exactly it happened you still weren’t sure.
The lump in the bed next to you began to stir. Soft groans erupted from under the covers and soon so did a pair of arms. Pulling the covers down to reveal a face.
Takashi’s face was sleepy and eyes still closed as he yawned. You could see his hair was all messed up just like yours. You then realized that you were completely naked. But who were you to care?
You and Takashi had hung out a lot in the past year. Making sure that each other was still alive and able to make it through the days. Being each other's anchor after such a heartbreaking experience. The two of you being closest to Ken, how could you not stay around each other.
Soon Takashi’s eyes opened and his sleepy gaze shifted over to you, as you were sitting up next to him. “Morning.”
“Morning.” you spoke softly, knowing that neither of you were really talkative people in the morning. So you kept it simple even if your head was spinning with questions and thoughts about what happened last night.
Slowly, Takashi sat up and rested back against the headboard of his bed. He let out a sigh and looked up at the ceiling. “I hate to admit how good I feel right now. I slept so well. Am I the only one?” he asked as he looked over at you once more. Genuinely curious about how your rest was.
Your face looked a bit shocked as you too felt the same. “Yeah. Honestly I passed the fuck out. I haven’t slept like that since-” your words halt right then and there. Not being able to say what you wanted to.
What you wanted to say was that you haven’t slept that good since being with Ken. But you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Instead, you felt a hand on your thigh. Your gaze peered down at Takashi’s hand and you let out a shaky breath.
“Yeah, me neither.” Takashi agreed with you. His voice soft as he gave your thigh a gentle squeeze. “Hey look at me.”
Eventually you brought yourself to look back into Takashi’s eyes. Your whole body felt rigid, wondering what he wanted to say to you as you waited.
“I don’t regret it.” he begins, only to move his hand to find your own. Holding it gently. “Being with someone that was so close to Ken. Having someone with me on such a special day and them feeling the same way it was- It was nice.” His eyes falter to his lap before continuing, “It’s nice having someone that understands the pain. And that person being able to help stop it, even if just for a little while.”
His words made your heart flutter and break all at the same time. Thinking about your, now deceased, boyfriend and knowing that you and Takashi were in the same boat. It was so reassuring and so heartbreaking at the same time.
You felt your lips curl into a smile after a moment of staying silent. “I don’t regret it either, Takashi.” your voice reassuring the male. The last thing he wanted was for you to think that you were something he could just use and then be done with. Because you weren’t. You were so much more to him than that. And honestly he was so much more to you than that as well.
Thus beginning a ritual for the two of you. No matter the circumstances. No matter who either of you might have been with or thought about being with. You always ended up with Takashi on the anniversary of Ken's death. His place or yours. Helping each other cope over your loss the best you could for the night. Getting the best sleep you’ve been able to get all year. Because of how you’re fucking him and how desperately both your feelings come out to play on that very night. Letting everything go. Leaving nothing to be shameful or regretful of.
Ten years.
Ten years and the actions that take place on that one specific day, never faltered. Every year for a whole decade. You and Takashi met up. That’s not to say that the two of you didn’t hang out on a regular basis any other day of the year. Going out and shopping together or having some lunch dates. And even some days or nights were just too hard for either of you and you went to each other to lean on them and cry. But the sex only happened on that one day a year.
One evening before the anniversary.
You were at home and sitting on your couch, watching something on the tv. But really you were just playing on your phone. That was until a notification popped up on your phone.
Takashi “Hey, wanna come over?”
There was a look of confusion on your face as you looked at your calendar on your phone. You weren’t mistaken when you saw that it wasn’t the anniversary day yet. You still had the night to go. But something inside you told you to go to him. Even if it was just a simple hang out. Or maybe it was more. Maybe you wanted it to be more. Maybe you’ve been secretly hoping for this one special day a year every day until it came up.
Trying not to get yourself too worked up about it, you reply.
“I’ll be there in 10”
And with that, you nearly moved as fast as you possibly could. Shutting off the tv and getting ready to leave.
You weren’t lying when you said you’d only take ten minutes to get to his place. Soon squeezing the knob on his front door and opening it like you belonged there. Honestly you couldn’t remember the last time you ever knocked on his door. It had been so long. You just waltz in like it’s your place too. Though Takashi never minded. Leaving the door unlocked for you on purpose.
“I’m here, Takashi!” you called out as you took off your shoes and began to walk into his place. Not seeing him around anywhere.
Casually you made your way to his living room and saw that he was laying on the couch. A smile crosses your lips and you don’t take much time to make yourself comfortable on the couch next to him.
Takashi’s eyes were closed but he was awake. Soon moving his arm to be wrapped around your torso and pull him closer to you.
“I thought we could start a bit early. Been feeling a little weird lately. I hope that’s okay..” he muttered as his eyes slowly opened. His lavender gaze staring right into you.
You could feel your cheeks heat up as he told you this. But you swallowed it and just nodded to him with a smile. “Of course that’s okay. You’re feeling weird?” you ask curiously. Wanting to help him out of course, if you could.
“Yeah, I’m not sure why though. I thought it might be because- well you know- tomorrow. But...I’m not so sure. Something about this feels different.” you could see the way his brows furrowed as he spoke about it. Telling you that he genuinely didn’t know why he was feeling this way.
“Well I’m here for you. Just like always.” you reassured him as you leaned in and lightly placed a kiss on his cheek. Feeling him smile as you do so.
“I know, that’s why I called you over. Just want some cuddles right now.”
“Yeah, you got it. Let the cuddle time commence.” you spoke with a giggle before closing your eyes and snuggling into the male next to you.
You didn’t even realize how tired you were until you were in his embrace. And you ended up falling asleep, all cuddled up against Takashi’s chest.
Only woken up a couple hours later by the way Takashi began to kiss your cheek. And feeling his fingertips make small circles against your back through your shirt.
“Nngh-” you softly groan from waking up, soon realizing that you were being kissed on. Keeping your eyes shut, you reveled in the kisses. Moving your head back or to the side a little so Takashi could move his lips along your jaw and plant kisses everywhere his lips touched your skin.
“Takashi~” you whisper before slowly opening your eyes. Looking up at the ceiling and feeling him find that one sensitive spot on your neck. Making you gasp out and wiggle against him.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up. You just looked so cute- and I thought- maybe we could start our ritual- a little early..” through his sentence, he pressed kisses all along your neck and shoulder that was exposed to him.
You found your hand clutching his shirt as you leaned into him as much as you could. “That’s fine- with me-” you manage to make out before feeling Takashi’s lips crashing against yours.
The way he was kissing you was unlike any other time before. So much more intense. So much more vulnerable and needy. He was kissing you with all he had in him. While his palm went flat against the small of your back and pressed you into him. Making sure you couldn’t go anywhere as he stole the breath from your lungs.
As you were pressed fully against him you could feel his hips start to move against yours. Grinding and rutting against you. Not wasting any time and going right for the kill.
The way he got so hard so fast just from kissing you and grinding against you almost seemed pathetic. That was to say if you weren’t feeling the wetness soaking your panties from your arousal of making out with him like this too.
It wasn’t long before his hand that was on your back was under your shirt. Slowly snaking its way between your bodies and up your torso. Only stopping once he felt the fabric of your bra against his palm. Making him groan into the kiss, he slipped his tongue out and along your bottom lip. Coaxing yours out to play.
Falling for his ploy, you find yourself twisting and slipping your tongue around his, while his hand fondles your breast through your bra. But that was only for a few seconds before his hand slipped underneath. His palm now pressing flush against your bare breast and making you moan into his mouth.
You weren’t sure how long the two of you were making out. You lost yourself at the taste of him and how he played with your breast. Tweaking your nipple every now and then making your body squirm just a bit.
“Takashi~” you moan. Your core aching and the feeling in your stomach tightening with need.
“I want you, y/n-” Takashi whispered in a hasty manner. He couldn’t help it. He moved his hand to the bottom of your shirt and pushed it up. Wanting to feel your skin against his.
Seeing how needy he was being, you thought that just taking off all your clothes at once would be a better idea. So you pull away. Hearing a whine leave Takashi from your withdrawal.
You look down at him as you stand, giving him a soft and loving smile. His lavender eyes watched you very closely, getting lost in the way you were taking off your clothes. Even if you were just taking them off normally. He didn’t care. The way you looked, to him. The way he saw you. You were beautiful and he couldn’t hold it back any longer.
The moment you got almost every piece of clothing off your body, moving to your underwear next. You feel his hands stop your own. Making you leave your underwear alone as he sits up.
Takashi moved you between his legs as he looked up at you. Slowly his eyes traveled down your body until his gaze met the waistband of your panties. Takashi moved in closer. Pressing his lips to your lower stomach right above your waistband. The feeling made your stomach sink in and a gasp leave your throat.
Biting down on your bottom lip you watch him as his lips feather kisses all along your lower stomach and hips. Your hand making its way into his hair and tangling your fingers around his strands. You couldn’t help the way he made you feel. How he made your mind go completely blank. And all you could even muster to think about how good he was making you feel.
“Fuck-” you whimpered, gripping his hair tighter as his lips traveled further down to your thighs. Each kiss left a tingling sensation against your skin. Making your core ache even more.
“Takashi please..~” you beg. You needed something more. You couldn’t take his teasing much longer.
Takashi scoffed playfully to you as he looked up at you and grinned. “My pleasure~” before looping his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and pulling them down. Letting the piece of clothing drop around your ankles. Letting you choose to step out of them or not.
But really he didn’t give you much time to do so before his face was pressed into your crotch. His nose pressed against your pelvic bone while his tongue slowly slipped up along your pussy lips. Causing you to gasp and buck against his face.
“Shit~”
Hearing your gasp only encouraged Takashi even more. Slipping his tongue past your pussy lips and soon finding your hard and swollen bud. Sliding the tip of his tongue in circles around your aching clit and moving his hands to your ass to keep you firmly pressed against his face.
Pleasure began to take over your actions and thoughts. The way he was eating you out you would have thought he was starving. It seemed like he just couldn’t get enough of you and it was driving you insane.
You could feel your pleasure start to build up the longer he goes. Your thighs would stiffen against him and your hips would buck a bit harder and faster. But right before you felt you were going to lose yourself, there was a sudden feeling of nothing.
Eyes popping open, you whine involuntarily and look down at the male below you. To your surprise he wasn’t looking at you. But working on taking off his clothes. First the shirt. And then his pants and boxers in one foul swoop.
The sight of him with his cock hard and pressed against his stomach made you bite your lip. You could already see that his tip was leaking with precum. He was already so turned on by what you two were doing. And you knew that for sure when he finally looked up at you.
A look in his lavender eyes that was full of need and something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on.
There were no words. Only his hands on your hips as he pulls you down into his lap. Takashi situated you as you straddled his lap, aligning his tip to your soaked entrance, and pushing you down against him.
The feeling was overpowering and took the breath from your chest. Making you gasp out and forget to breathe until he was all the way inside you. He pulled you to him, chest to chest.
“Breath-” he ordered softly as he noticed you weren’t doing so.
The order brought you back to reality, exhaling pretty big before you pressed your forehead against his own. “Shit~” you whimpered.
This wasn’t the first time you two had sex, but it was the first time that him slipping into you ever felt that good.
“You okay-?” Takashi asks as he himself seemed a bit out of breath. Like he was holding back the moment your pussy lips touched the base of his cock.
You answered him with a silent nod before shimmying your hips against him. This time it was Takashi’s turn to lose his breath. Getting sucked into you and feeling you clenching around him was making his mind go elsewhere. Along with forgetting to breathe.
“Breathe Takashi~” you cooed to him. Hovering your lips over his before kissing him and feeling him take in a breath after your kiss.
“Fuck~ You’re so tight~” he couldn't help but moan out. Though what he did next you didn’t expect. He gripped your ass and soon repositioned the both of you.
Now laying on your back you moved your hands to cup either side of his neck. Moaning at the new ecstasy of the new position. Especially when Takashi decided to rut into you. Just moving further and further into you without even pulling out.
But before long, Takashi began to move. Thrusting slowly. Keeping his forehead against yours. That was until his hips began to have a mind of their own. Quickly thrusting into you and making your breasts bounce under him.
“Shit- y/n-” he groans. One of his hands was next to your head, propping up his body so he wasn’t completely on you with all his body weight and the other was cupping your neck. Making sure to stay close to you while he fucked you.
“Shit I- I love you-!” Takashi cried out. His hips moving even faster than before after he admitted that. As if admitting he loved you made him feel better than he had previously.
You couldn’t help but look up at him after he said what he did. A completely utterly loving look from him stared down at you. He meant it. You could tell that much.
And with the way his cock was hitting your cervix. Making you cry out and move your hands to his back. Digging your nails into his skin. You said it back.
“I love you too, Takashi~!”
That was it. That was the final straw. He completely lost it. Those words. The way you looked under him and how many times you’ve done it before. Years of hanging out together and being intimate. It all came to a close when these three words were said.
You could tell that Takashi was close. So you moved one of your hands down to your clit. Rubbing yourself quickly. You were already so close, you just needed that extra push.
“Cum with me, y/n~” Takashi begs softly as he pants. Hips starting to move more erratically and his body pressing even more into yours.
“Shit, yes~! Takashi I- I’ll cum with you~!” you cried out and continued your actions.
Only seconds later, you both reached your high. Feeling the euphoria clouding both of your minds at the same time. Feeling higher than you ever did before.
Pants and whimpers from the aftermath filled the air around you. What just happened was something new for both of you. Both of you getting off at the same time rather than one and then the other. Like all the other times before. You couldn’t help but think about how Takashi was fucking you was almost like the way Ken used to. How rough he was being but still so super sweet about it. But something was different. It wasn’t Ken that you just has sex with. It was Takashi.
“Wow...” Takashi breathes out. His body was heavy against your own as he had nothing in him to keep himself up. While his face was pressed into your neck. But you didn’t mind. The weight against you felt nice.
“Yeah...wow...” you agree in a breathless huff. Only to feel Takashi lightly kiss your neck a few times.
Then it hit you. You realized that you both said “I love you” to each other.
“Hey y/n..?”
“Hm..?”
Takashi then lifts his top half off of your body. His eyes gazing down at you and a nervous expression on his face. “I... I think I know what that weird feeling was...”
You stayed quiet as you let him say what he needed to. Looking up at him with a softness you couldn’t give anyone else.
Seeing you waiting for his reply, he continues, “I realized I love you. And I didn’t know how to tell you. So I get it if you don’t feel the same. Or if you just said it in the heat of the moment-”
His words stopped there because you interrupted him. Reaching up and gripping the back of his neck to pull him down to you. Just so you could press your lips to his ever so lovingly.
You could feel him relax into the kiss once more. Feeling his body loosen up and not be so nervous. Kissing you back just as softly as you were kissing him.
Slowly you pulled away and you opened your eyes. Looking up at Takashi you smiled, “I meant it when I said it.” you whispered and stroked his cheek with your thumb.
You could tell that nothing would have made him happier than hearing you say those words to him. He smiled like a fool down to you. “Think Ken would approve..?”
For a moment your heart raced at the sound of your dead boyfriend's name. But seeing that smile on Takashi’s face helped you calm down. That very similar smile to Ken’s. “I think that he’d be happy I chose you and not some random stranger. You were the twin dragons after all.”
Takashi chuckled softly and you could feel his cock twitch inside you. Making you whimper and move your hips against him. “I think you might be right about that. I hope he isn’t mad at me for taking his girl.”
“I think it’s okay. We can think about him and reminisce together from here on out. Even more than we have been.” you reassure him.
With that Takashi nods to you and leans down and kisses you again. And again. And again. He kisses you until the both of you forget that you were having a conversation.
That night, both you and Takashi did your ritualistic activities. It traveled into the early morning until the both of you were too tired to move. Resulting in sleeping even better than you had every other anniversary, and sleeping well through the day.
But now you could sleep this good every night. Now that you were with Takashi. The twin dragon to your late Ken. Someone you could see Ken in and be okay with his passing. But never forgetting any of your memories with Ken. Only remembering them and making new ones with Takashi too.
┊— it was no secret that nahoya was a fuckboy. only wanting to use girls' bodies to satisfy his desires, but you didn't care. because all you wanted was for your crush to use you.—
you had your eyes on the oldest kawata ever since the day your semester started. his pink curly hair, squinted light eyes, veiny hands, and that devilishly attractive grin of his. your teeth bit down your bottom lip as your eyes follow nahoya's movements. his left hand dipped inside the pocket of his black jeans as his other hand held onto a cup of iced latte.
his words contrasting his sweet smile and you're wondering what thoughts haunt that pretty mind of his. does he think of you as you think of him? does he look at you when you're not staring at him? does he want you as you want him?
probably not. no, you're certain, at the way he never even spare you a glance, avoiding you with all his senses, it's painfully obvious that he doesn't love you.
your eyes fill with rage as you witness a girl wrapping her limbs around his hand, almost pulling him closer to her figure, her chest flush against his biceps. her face flustered, her natural crimson hue replacing her orange blush— she is embarrassed, making it obvious how much she liked the young man.
it was no secret that nahoya was a fuckboy. only wanting to use girls' bodies to satisfy his desires, but you didn't care. because all you wanted was for your crush to use you. use you like a paper heart, staining the untouched white with the different shades of his desire, all just to throw away, littered with no care when he finds no use; when he finds someone else to use.
as sad as the reality was, it was something that your heart— fooled by the little scenarios created in your head of you two together— refused to believe. you sighed, leaning your heavy head on the male's shoulders, who stood beside you.
"don't be reckless y/n, he doesn't care about your feelings", souya warned you, an irk mark on his time even though he was talking in a soft voice. the irony of the twins. one a sweet angel who lured girls into his bedroom, while the other one had the looks of anger, protective over the girls his brother wanted to use. no use, the oldest always gets what he wants.
"am i not pretty enough? he won't even look at me", you asked with sadness and a glint of insecurity laced in your tone as you shut your eyes, not bearing to see the vision of nahoya kissing someone else— so passionate, so intense, so painful.
"it would've been better that way", before you could raise your confusion towards the blue hair, his brother dragged him away from you.
you wanted him. it was a stupid crush, one that you should grow from. your mind and heart were conflicted but as always, the heart wants what it wants, and what your heart wanted was him— nahoya kawata.
months passed and like being addicted to drugs, your mind only went crazy without his attention. "here!", your friend threw a water bottle your way. you grab it, thanking her as you kissed the opening of the bottle with parted lips, gulping down the water.
you were supposed to meet with souya in a lecture hall after your practice match. your team had lost, gloomy faces surrounding your tired face. no one wanted to sink in the disappointment any further as they all left almost immediately.
walking towards the lecture hall— your usual meeting spot, you were tired, your hair messy, sweat glistening your forehead, and throat dry— when you arrived, your eyes widened at the sight of nahoya with his sinister grin and curly hair.
butterflies fluttering out of your heart, and everything was colorful. summer sun beaming your face but, your body felt the refreshing breeze of cold air. "what are you doing here?", you let out, heart refusing to calm down.
"souya had some stuff to do, thought it'd be the perfect time to talk to our girl's volleyball team's captain", he leaned his body against the surface of the white wall, his eyes glued on you, curiosity bleeding out as an array of thoughts run through your mind. he wanted to see you?
"sure but... i'm not the captain, i'm the setter—" your breath hitched in your throat as he took long strides towards you, so close that you're sure he can hear the drumming inside your ribcage.
"does it matter? we should hang out more. give me your number pretty", he drew out his phone, urging it towards you. your shaky fingers move on the glowing screen, before handing it back to him.
"don't tell souya about this. you can keep a secret, right? for me?", his squinted eyes lifting just enough for you to notice the aqua hue of them, and it leaves you mesmerized. "of course, our secret"
"good girl"
you were hopeful when you gave him your number that day, hoping for something to bloom between you two. it only worsened the butterflies in your stomach, craving to feel the burn of his touch.
"oh nahoya!" — a weak gasp leaves your lips as your fingers rub against your puffy clit. his name leaving your rosy lips like a sweet whine, a prayer, a wish— for his touch.
a feather light stroke of the pads of your fingers and your thighs close together, tensed at the feeling of your orgasm leaking out of your aching hole.
"n-nahoya", a stuttered whimper leaves your lips and as if the universe was granting your wish, your phone started vibrating with his contact displaying on the screen.
your glossy eyes trail the movement of your fingers as they swipe up on the screen. "hey babygirl", his deep voice is so fucking attractive that you couldn't help but let out a desperate whimper.
silence.
but soon a teasing chuckle left his throat. "you're so needy for me aren't you?", he taunted, his free hand fisting his cock. the rough pads of his thumb spread the leaking precum on the flushed head of his length. a low groan leaves his throat at the sound of your sweet voice, "that's not—"
"huh? so you weren't thinking of me? my head in between your pretty thighs? my tongue flipping your clit and my fingers curling inside your hole?", his words haunting and you clutch your hands on your cotton bedsheets as a desperate attempt to suppress your moans.
"you weren't thinking of my cock in you, pretty?"
"oh fuck nahoya—", your eyes roll back at the pleasure of your second orgasm. he is such a tease and he knows the effect he has on you. " babygirl did you just cum?", he chuckled, "and i haven't even touched you yet".
yet, what a beautiful word. "does that—"
"wait at the bus, will you?"
being excited was an understatement, you were thrilled and aroused just at the idea of him. you had fallen hard and not even god can save you now.
he was a devil behind that innocent wide grin, his words dripping honey venom, and you were addicted to the bittersweetness, even if it only made you crave him even more. and all you wanted was him.
it was the peak hour. everyone leaving their workspaces to collapse at the haven of their homes. it was crowded and you stood at a corner, where no one could see you. your throat suddenly felt dry and your heart palpitated with excitement.
his pink curls peeked your vision as he strolled towards your figure. you were such a good girl, dressed all pretty in your short skirt and low-cut white blouse that showed your cleavage to him.
he was the devil and maybe just for today, you could play the role of a corrupted sheep, just for him. your sweaty hands grab onto the steel bar as the driver revved the engine.
—
Your grip on the steel bar of the bus tightened, knuckles turning white, as if, that was the only thing that kept you from going crazy. Heart drumming a fast rhythm inside your ribcage and you're not sure if you're scared or excited.
"open your mouth", he voiced as his nose nudge your jawline. you hum before parting your red stained lips, his fingers meeting your tongue as you coat them with your saliva. his hands move down, your chest heaving up and down.
Nahoya's hot breath fanned your shoulder before his hand slipped inside your short pleated skirt. You let out a shaky breath, feeling the contact of his cold digits, tugging your panties before moving it to the side.
"You're so wet. Do you like this? Like being fucked in front of others?" Your mind filled with pleasure, his rough thumb rubbing circles on your bud as he entered two fingers inside your drenching hole.
Your walls so shamelessly clench around his digits, before he thrusts them in and out at a steady pace. His chuckles barely kept you aware of your surroundings and your gaze fall on the busy crowd inside the bus.
everyone is so busy with their lives that they won't even notice a girl getting fucked in public, or maybe nahoya was just really good at this.
His thigh comes in front of you, skillfully shielding the movement of his hand, and to others, it looked like two lovers just standing close to each other. Your face crimson, teeth tugging your bottom lips as you struggle to suppress your moans.
A whimper escaped, feeling your abdomen clench, his fingers pleasing you well. "Look at you enjoying this like a slut", he coos near your ear, his wide grin mocking you.
"Nahoya- f-fuck", you moan when he curls his fingers inside you, the pads of his digits hitting that sweet spot, your thighs tense and clench around his muscular arms. "Who said you could cum whore?", he says, lightly sucking on the tender skin on your neck, stimulating you even more.
You're still in your euphoric daze, your liquid dripping down his hand and everything is so sweet, so addicting. You want more of him.
"What a naughty girl", he pulls back your panties. Your chest heaving up and down when he dips his hand inside his pocket, smiling widely at you. The bus stops, and your glossy eyes meet his.
"Don't worry, I still have one more stop", his face lifted into a sinister smirk as he pulled your ass flush against the tent in his pants. The feeling of his pulsating cock makes you aroused as you rub your thighs together.
"Now be a good girl and stay quiet. Don't want them to hear do you?", he chuckles, "unless you're into that".
"wha—", a silent squeal escape your lips when the bus started moving, losing your grip on the steel bar, you hold onto nahoya's arms, your ass brushing against his erection agonizingly.
"you like it doll?", he moans near your ear. his hot breath fanning your sensitive ear, his hands gripping your hips, so tightly that you're sure it's going to leave a bruise.
"show me what that pretty ass of yours can do". his words eliciting a low whimper out of your lips, your eyes half-closed as you move your ass against him.
your short skirt lifts a little at your movements but you don't care, not when nahoya is giving you so much attention. his hand snake under your skirt, cupping your panties that were soaking wet with your slick and cum.
it turns him on so much to think, what all he can do to your pretty little body. use you as he wishes. "oh f-fuck", he grunts, speeding the movement of your hips. a shaky breath escaping your parted lips and the high school girl seated a little further from where you two stood at is suspecting something at this point.
"you're such a whore, you like putting on a show, don't you?", he nibbles your ear.
"ah—y-yes!", you let out, feeling the wetness of his tongue on your earlobe. "i'm close", he hissed, the pads of his fingers coming up to play with your sensitive nipples. one more roll of your hips, your ass rubbing against his flushed tip, and he is cumming in his pants.
insults leaving his tongue like a sweet song and your heart beats faster. your mind going crazy, your body shuddering as you roll your eyes back at the pleasure of making him cum. this feeling felt so sinful, yet so addicting, he was addicting.
the bus stops and with a sigh, he lets go of you. "you can take care of that", he flashes his bright grin before walking out of the bus. soon after, the door closes, the driver speeding up the engine.
the girl from earlier walks towards you, leaning closer. "are you okay?", concern laced in her tone as you're still blushing crimson, and you're wondering about how you're going to tell her that you wanted it; that you wanted him.
warnings: mention of alcohol, nsfw, degradation, slight public sex, oral sex (male receiving), 2 face slaps, mean nahoya
things to know: timeskip, minors, blank & ageless blogs dni
word count: 1k
summary: you knew grinding on your boyfriend would get him worked up, you just thought he’d at least wait till you got home.
note: another repost from old blog
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when your boyfriend said he wanted to bring you away from the group, after spending about half an hour grinding on each other to song after song, you didn't except him drag you into the grimy club bathroom and to push you down to the filthy stall floor to watch him start unbuckling his hermés belt, the outline of his cock already visible through his black jeans. "do we have to do it here?" you ask in a hushed whisper, already subconsciously knowing his reply. "what? you want me to make you suck my dick out there infront of everyone like the fucking slut you are?" he laughed while palming the bulge in his pants "no, i mean can we go home and do it?
expecting another smart ass answer, you instead got a sharp slap to your right cheek, the force making your head turn to the side. also pulling a small moan from you. "your lucky i brought you to the fuckin' toilet instead of making you do it infront of everyone. now get to it you whiny bitch." finally pulling his cock and letting it spring against his lower abdomen before gripping the back of your head with one hand and using the other to direct his cock to your open mouth, just the tip of your tounge meeting his shaft was enough to cause a shudder run through his body. but not letting his gaurd down he quickly moved the hand once holding his cock to join the other on your head, pushing you down his cock till you were already gagging.
"awe c'mon", i thought i trained you better than that baby. cant be pullin' away already," his upper lip turned up to a small snarl as your throat tightened around him when your nose nearly met the trimmed pubes at his base. bringing you hands up to his jean clad thighs you tried get him to let up on your already sore throat. seeing your nails dig into him he tutted and finally pulled you off him, but you knew better then to stop any movement completely. a small smile returning to his face as your small and wrapped around him to keep pumping. "What? you givin' up already?" you shook your head at his allegation before taking a breath in and bringing him back to your mouth, bopping up and down his length without the help of his hands, just letting them rest atop your head. nahoya loved how messy you got when you sucked him off, the sight of your spit and his pre cum dribbling out of the corners your mouth and down onto your chest had his balls tensing. "shit. keep that up baby. such a whore for this dick." looking up you couldn't help but moan around him, the view of your near fucked out boyfriend with his head thrown back and neck exposed letting you get a glimpse of the thin sliver chain around it.
once your eyes fell shut again they were forced back open by the pure shock of a loud series of bangs on the stall door. you moved to pull off nahoya but his strong hand pushed you back down, earning a loud gag from yourself. "occupied dickhead!" nahoya shouted slightly at whoever was on the other side of the door. "keep fucking going, slut" just hearing how annoyed he got sent a shiver down your spine and straight to your core. you clenched your eyes shut and pushed down as far as your body would let you before you gagged again, once again nahoya's hands gripping your head and letting his hips buck into your mouth. three more loud bangs made his push his cock even further, his fingers gripping your scalp further making you whine around him before it got replaced with a small yelp as his fist met the door. "i said it's fucking occupied dickhead” it's like the interruption was his final straw, not removing his fingers from the death grip they had but rather using them as more support to fuck your throat. "that's it baby, let me cum down that fuckin' throat. make you my fuckin' cum dump cause that's all your ass is to me." the unrelenting buck of his hips had trails of tears join the mess running down your chin to your chest. your back arching to try get away and out from his grip on you and your knees sliding to in between his own, only making up tower over you more. "stop fuckin' running and take it" another slap landed on your cheek before the moan you let slip caused nahoya to still his once violent thrusts and cum straight down your throat with a strained groan and a tight lipped laugh from your lover above you. holding you down until he finally pulled back allowing air into your body. the room that once once filled with loud gags and degrading words was now nearly silent bar the muffled music and your feverish breathing.
"y'okay angel? did a great job holding out for me," nahoya had cleaned up and tucked himself back into his jeans before ducking down to where you sat on the floor with tissue to clean you now. "when we get home i'll make you feel nice n' good yeah?" nodding with a smile at the mere thought you let him help you to stand on wobbly knees. when nahoya opened the door you were met with a man standing before you with a flushed face and the same previous problem as your boyfriend. the said man let his hand rest on the small of your back to guide you out of the room, but not before he bumped shoulders with the male, hard enough to make him stumble back to see nahoya's infamous grin.
# Note - supporting gamer boys from under the desk [moans], gonna do a part two, comment who you want in it!! (5 char limit) read more under Chifuyu’s section.
✰ 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧 — 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 ✰
# CHIFUYU MATSUNO
“Baby,” he cooed out, slightly turning his head to face yours and giving you a small, loopy smile. “Not now.” His voice was too quite for your liking, almost like as if his friends heard him from through the headset he would get embarrassed. And you could already hear his teammates questioning ‘What’re you doing Matsuno? Where in a game’ and ‘pay attention to the level.’ Hakkai and Nahoya’s voice you heard.
“But— you said only an hour… three hours ago.” You mumbled, tugging on his shirt before dipping your head in the crook of his neck. “I miss you.” He let out a breathless chuckle and quickly pressed his lips to your hair, giving you a small kiss before averting the half of his attention you had back to the screen. ‘Give your wifey what she wants dude.’ You heard Draken laugh through the mic.
Another ten minutes went by and you had still not gotten what you wanted, and he could feel your hard stare from the back of his head— since you moved away and sat near the headboard while leaving him to sit on the front edge. He did feel guilty, seeing as he invited you over to hang out and have some along time but instead got invited to play a new game with his friends.
But he knew he fucked up when you got up and walked out of the room, closing the door gently behind you to not alert his gameplay. He let out a small ‘shit’ and was tempted to follow after you as he heard your small footsteps pad down the hallway but he had just got to the final stage and didn’t want his hard word to be lost.
‘Sorry [Name]’ he though and continued to play— so focused on winning that he didn’t hear the door creek open again— or see you slowly waddle over to him, no until you got down on your knees and crawled in between his legs, ducking down so you don’t get in the way on the tv. “Fuyu’ don’t you miss me too?”
He let out a shaky sigh and move the mic away from his mouth, “Course’ I do pretty girl, give me ten more minutes and I’ll give you what you want, is that okay?”
No it wasn’t, and you showed him that. Softly shaking you head, you put on a pout and slowly trailing your hands up his legs, stopping only when you reached his crotch area. “S’not okay.” You mumbled and put on your best sad face, resisting the urge to smirk when he squeezed his legs together.
His fingers slowed down its movements on the joysticks and you fingers circled around the outline of his clothed cock that peeked though, and he ever so slightly bucked his hips forward when you pulled away. ‘What’s going’ on over there bro?’ ‘Why you breathin’ so heavy?’ He heard from the other side on the line, and he slowly pulled the mic back to his lips. “Sorry, it’s really h-hot in my room.”
He could hardly sit still and watched with half lidded eyes when you slowly started tugging on the zipper to his jeans. But only doing just that— not attempting to pull his pants off anytime soon, showing him just how you felt.
“P-please baby, want you to touch me.” He whimpered out, hand wrapped around the mic so his friends couldn’t hear the needy state he was in, he was sure that they would tease him to the day he drops.
You let out a laugh, making sure to lean closer and fluttering your eyelashes while you looked up at him. “And why should I? When you left me all lonely before.”
“M’so so sorry baby, won’t do it again, please touch me.” He was whining at this point, with his sweating hands barely hanging onto the controller and his chest heaving up and down rapidly.
“Take your pants off by yourself, Fuyu’ I’m not gonna help you when you were ignoring me.” And you let out an amused chuckle when he chucked the controller next to him and abruptly shooting up, trying to tug his pants off as fast as he could.
You came face to face with his boxers and you shook your head, “Those too baby, I can’t do everything for you now can I?” You chuckled.
He swiftly pulled down his underwear and let out a hiss when his cock sprung up and hit his abdomen, pre cum dribbling out from the slit. You watched in amusement as he started pumping himself in front of your face, bucking his hips into his hand and letting out small mewls.
With one hand wrapped around his base, he used the other grab the back of your head and pulled you into him, pressing his dick against you nose. “Suck me off baby, please… Need it so bad.” He grunted.
Though his words got suck in his throat when you flopped out your tongue and glided the wet muscle up his length, making sure to lather it up with your saliva. “Mhm— like that?” You hummed out, it sending vibrations onto Chifuyu as he left out a loud, and drawn whine.
“Y-yeah! Fuck— just like that, so good.”
You brought you hands up and pressed onto his bare thighs, pushing him back onto the bed and climbing on top of him, cock rubbing against your clothed cunt as you sat on his lap.
The sight below you was gorgeous, black hair all dishevelled while his shirt rolled up his stomach, exposing the abs he worked so hard for. His teeth were biting down into his bottom lip while he gazed up at you with lust filled eyes.
“Gonna let me play with you? Pretty boy.” He nodded, too quickly but In to deep to feel embarrassed about it, and reached out to grip your thighs and pull you closer.
But just as he brought his hand up, he accidentally knocked the controller that was next to him while it fell to the floor, pulling the headset cable out along with it.
It disconnected and aloud the sound come from the speakers on the TV.
“Aye! Way to go Chifuyu!”
“Dude we’re in call and you’re getting head?”
“Really Matsuno? You lucky bastard.”
“Oi! Plug that mic back in.”
“Shut the hell up Pah!”
Chifuyu’s whole face was red, and he was sweating nervously, and although you knew he wasn’t one to flaunt his sex life, you could feel as his dick twitched from under you.
You gave him a small— sly smile and pointed to the headphones that were on the floor. “Naughty boy, you like when your friends hear you moan?” You teased and ran your hands up his chest, stopping at his neck and slowly tracing his Adam’s apple with your thumb. “Come on baby… they’re waiting.”
He slowly nodded and leaned over to grab the headphones, plugging them back in and putting them over his ears. “Mhm— fuck, s-sorry boys.” He mumbled, biting back a whine when you rolled your hips against his.
“S’all good man! Sounds like you’re getting put in your place though…”
You boyfriend let out a small whine, before slowly nodding to himself and watched you let out a small amused chuckle. “Y-yeah, she is. I don’t— I don’t mind though.”
You leaned down towards his red face and grazed your lips against his trembling ones, he felt your breath fan his face and he gulped. “Gonna let me play with you, Pretty boy.” And he could only nod, because he knew.
Knew you were more than just that little innocent girl his friends saw you as, and he was at the end of said present.
Hanma was never really one to play video games, and he was always out side and about. But today the weather was terrible, and was stuck inside, playing his console to waste time.
Hanma was never really one to play video games, and he was always out side and about. But today the weather was terrible, and was stuck inside, playing his console to waste time.
Hanma was never really one to play video games, and he was always out side and about. But today the weather was terrible, and was stuck inside, playing his console to waste time.
Hanma was never really one to play video games, and he was always out side and about. But today the weather was terrible, and was stuck inside, playing his console to waste time.
Hanma was never really one to play video games, and he was always out side and about. But today the weather was terrible, and was stuck inside, playing his console to waste time.
“Babe, this Kisaki guy sucks ass at this game.” Your boyfriend laughed, planting a kiss to your shoulder while his eyes were glued to the screen.
You sat in between his legs while he rested his back against the head board, you own back flushed against his chest. His arms were wrapped around your frame while his fingers moved around with the controller, leaning his chin on your head.
‘Shut up, you ask me to play and then insult me.’ You heard Kisaki’s voice through the headset, and you let out a laugh. You haven’t met him yet, but what Hanma has told you is that he’s absolutely nuts, and it’s not like he let you get involved in his gang stuff anyways.
He leaned his head down and rested his chin on your bare shoulder— it being bare due to him saying it would be more comfortable. In reality, he just wanted you naked.
“Oh? Getting needy are we now?” He cooed when he felt you shift around in his lap, but you only shook you head with a small chuckle.
“No way, just getting comfortable.” Rubbing your hands up his arms, they tailed down to his hands that gripped the controller before stopping— tracing your fingers around the ink of his infamous tattoo.
“You always fiddle with that one—” he noted, not understanding why you don’t acknowledge his hand that held the kanji with sin. “Any reason?”
“Not really, just—” you stopped and lifted his arms with yours, and pressed kisses along his roughed up knuckles. “Like punishment s’all.”
He smirked, moving the switch and holding it in his left hand, while the other rubbed along your stomach. “Oh? Is that a new guilty pleasure I sense?”
‘Don’t start that shit here.’ He heard Kisaki growl on the other end, and he only laughed.
“Sorry boss.”
“What’d he say?” You questioned, craning your neck to face his shit eating grin, suspicious.
“Oh nothing— just how he wants to hear us go at it like rabb-”
‘I didn’t fucking say that you shit!!’
You heard that one, your boyfriend more then you as you watched him since and pull the headphones off his ears, with a small ow before you both fell into a small pot of laughter.
“He’s a good dude— trust, sweet cheeks.” Shuji grinned, rubbing your hips before turning back to the game. “Cant say the same about his gaming experience though.”
‘Oh fuck off, I’m leaving.’
[H1nA.l0ver has left the game]
“And then there were two.”
You nodded, closing your eyes and resting your head on his chest, his hand leaving your leg before going back to the device.
It was getting pretty boring— your boyfriend was a fun guy, always being involved in stuff that wasn’t at all entertaining— but when you just sat there and did nothing except stare at a screen, you did get a bit restless.
“Baby,” you whined, looking up to meet his eyes— watching as he flopped out his tongue. “Wanna play with you.”
“Hm? I only have one controller, babe.” He laughed, but you only fluttered your eyes lashes at him.
“I know…” he gave you a confused face before it converted into realisation, before a large— sly smile broke out.
“Oh, I see,” placing the controller to his side, he gripped your hips and flipped you around so you were facing him— his hands trailing on your thighs and to the circle of your back. “So you were getting needy, huh?” He cooed.
Rolling your eyes, your hands made quick work and reached behind you to unclasp your bra— and he watched with piercing eyes as his favourite pair of tits flopped out. “Mhm— atta girl.”
His hand latched onto your boob, while his thumb circled around your hard nipple, pinching when you let out a whine.
“Stand up and get rid of those pants.” He ordered, slapping your ass when you crawled off and pulled down your bottoms— along with him who started unbuttoning his own pants.
“Here,” he patted his lap, cock now leaning out and open as he waited for you to crawl back in. “Pop a squat.”
He let out a grunt when your cunt grazed over his hard cock before gripping you hair tightly in his fist and pulled your head back— making your back arch while your looked to the roof. “Ah!— Shu’!”
“What is it angel face, like gettin’ tossed around like a doll?” He huffed, slowly aligning his cock at your hole before— without warning, sinking into your.
“O-oh yeah! Like it so much daddy!” You cried, hands trying to grab onto his arms but couldn’t as he grabbed them and pulled them away behind your back.
“Ah ah ah— no touching, slut.” he hissed as your walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper in your tight hole. “Oh? Liked that huh? Being called a slut, didn’t know my baby was such a whore.”
He bucked his hips up, staring intently as your breasts bounced around. “Looking good.” He mumbled to himself, chuckling.
Reaching over to the night stand, you rummaged around the draw to pull out a cigarette, along with a lighter before turning back towards you.
“Hold this baby,” he said and before you found react— the cancer stick was placed in between your patted lips. He laughed when you let out a hum, before slowly flicking his thumb over the spring of the flame. “Sit still now okay? Don’t want my pretty girl to get burned.”
You nodded, and watched with lidded eyes as he lit the end of the cigarette before chucking the lighter aside. You tried not to suck in the smoke— but failed when a harsh slap was sent to your ass.
He watched you hack at your lungs before taking it away from you lips with a small ‘oops, my hand slipped.’
He brought the cigarette to his lips before taking a long drag, leaning up and exhaling the smoke onto your belly button.
“S-Shuji.. please— more.” Begging for him while you humped up and down his thick cock was definitely a sight, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“That good huh?” He knew it was, with the experience he had, he could confidently say he knew how to make a women cum in just mere minutes.
“Gonna let daddy cum in this pretty pussy? Yeah?” He asked, biting down on the cig to keep it in his mouth before swiftly flipping you up and over so you were now arching down, your ass right in front of his face.
It was kinda embarrassing when he whistled behind you, but it washed away when you felt his dick slap against your ass cheek, before being slammed back onto his cock.
“M’gonna fill you up so full, you’ll be dripping chin for weeks.”
# TAKEMITCHI HANAGAKI
“[Name], I-I cant see the screen.” Your boyfriend whispered, craning his head around your neck so he could continue playing. ‘[Name]! Stop interrupting the crybaby and let us playyy.’ You heard Makoto from the other side of the mic, along with Yamagishi agreeing.
“But Mitchi’ I wanna cuddle with you.” You mumbled into his neck, pressing soft kissed along his skin. You heard him let out a gasp, before one of his sweaty hands made its way and rested on your hip.
“B-but we can cuddle later, I told you I w-was going to play with my friends.” He stuttered, ears twitching when your hot breath fanned his neck. “C’mon pretty, I’ll spend time with y-you a bit later, okay?” He gave you a small, wobbly smile, hoping you’d back down.
And you did, surprisingly.
“Akkun.. this game is kind of violent, can we play like— animal crossing or something else?” Takemitchi sweat dropped when his friends were screaming, yelling crazy things like ‘Murder that bitch! She just bumped into me.’ Or ‘let’s go to the strip club, I wanna see boobies!’
They were talking so loud that even you could hear them, who moved away from your boyfriend and sat in the corner of your room— scrolling away on your phone.
“UHM— let’s not!” You laughed at the embarrassment evident in Takemitchi’s voice, as if you would yell at him for visiting a virtual strip club, in a video game, grand theft auto at that.
You shook your head, before your eyes went back to your phone, only to pause when a certain video game up on your tiktok FYP.
A video of a girl— sending her nude photos to her boyfriend while they were in the same room. You watched as the boy in the video snapped his head to the girl before smirking, and walking over before picking her up and slumping her over his shoulder, then the video ended.
It popped in your head, and knew the outcome wouldn’t be the same— Takemitchi could barely hold onto the shopping bags, as if he could chuck you on his shoulder like a sack of potato’s.
You shook your head, exiting the app and opening messages, clicking on your boyfriends contact— doing what you needed to do before putting your phone away and standing up.
You heard a ding, and took that as your sign to leave. “Gonna get a drink, want anything?” You watched him pick up his phone and shake his head, getting a ‘no thanks.’ In response.
Just as you closed the door— he clicked the notification and almost screamed when your nude body popped up.
You your camera angled to the mirror, you were on your knees and elbows while your back arched— propping your ass up in the air and on display.
He could see your bare tits being pushed up in between your arms, with your hard nipples out in the open.
The phone cover most of your face, yet he could see a small— sly smile peeking out from the side.
He let out a shaky breath, eyes still glued to the screen while he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “T-thats not fair baby.” He whispered, jumping when he got a response.
‘Did you call me Baby?! Are you cheating on [Name]… with me?’ He heard Makoto gag, with his friends joining in and he let out a scream. His head shot up.“What the—?! Ew no! What the fuck.” He fought back, his face pale as a ghost.
His eyes found their way back to his phone, eyes glued to the curve of your hips and all over you body. He soon felt uncomfortable in his pants, and looked down to see his boner poking through the fabric of his sweats. Letting out a shit before throwing his head back.
But then— Two more notifications dinged on his phone, and he saw that you had sent two more attachments.
Hesitantly clicking on them, his breath hitched as you once again— were naked on the screen.
This time though, the photos you took were with the clothes you were wearing only minutes ago. His oversized jumper rolled up in one of your hands while letting your bar be in the whole frame. The same red lacy bra that he had brought you two days ago.
The other photo though, was with your bottom half, sitting on the ground while your legs spread to show off your glistening cunt— one hand pinching your clit while you took the photo.
He didn’t realise, but his hand was gripping his thigh so tight that his knuckles had turned white, and his tongue being bit in between his set of teeth.
He must of been so out of it that he didn’t hear you open the door, or make you way over to him, leaning you hands on his tense shoulders. “Like them? Took them just for you.” You whispered in his ear after you removed the earphones from his head.
“[Name]… why’d— why’d you do that?” He staggered out, not trusting his facial expressions to turn around and face you, but he didn’t have to try— as you already gripped his chin and craned his head in your direction.
“Why not?” You giggled, slowly trailing your hand down his bicep and towards his hand— that still held his phone. “I wanted a reaction out of you, and I got it, go on— continue playing.”
He shook his head and let out an embarrassing chuckled before pointing down at his crotch. “H-how am I supposed to with that.” That bring his aching cock that pulsed in his pants.
You let out a fake, surprised gasp before tutting, making him even more embarrassed then he was before.
“Such a naughty boy, getting a boner with just a lewd photo? I’m disappointed, Takemitchy.” You joked, and not back a hysteric laugh when he opened his mouth like a fish— trying to say anything in his defence. “But—”
You hands stopped at the hem of his pants before you slipped one in and played with his dick trough his underwear. “I guess it can’t be helped.”
You pulled away, and he let out a loud whine— being so needed that he replaced your hand with his own, and started stroking his length.
He felt his chair being slightly pulled away from the desk before the warmth of your hand leaving his arm. And with lidded eyes, he watched you get down on your knees and crawl under the desk, popping your head out and spreading his legs with your hands.
“Buck your hips up baby, gonna’ take off your pants.” You said, and helped tug them down to his ankles, along with his briefs.
You both watched as his cock sprung out and hit his abdomen, tip red and sticky— leaking with pre cum. He hissed, throwing his head back into the chair.
“So hard baby… all for me?” you teased, watching as his cock twitched in excitement at your words. He nodded vigorously, humming in agreement.
“Yes babe! So— mhm, so hard for you, only you!” He cried out, bucking his hips up to try and gain tension. “Fuck! [Name], please please touch me.” Letting out a small curse when you finally did.
You wrapped your hands— both of them— around his dick and slowly started to pump him, he was more large then people would think, normally assuming his dick was small with the way he acted but no, he was around seven inches, having enough width to stuff you real nice.
“Oh god! Love your soft hands, m’wanna cum so ha-” he was cut off when his cock was taken into your mouth, moaning out when you lapped your tongue around him. “Oh Jesus!”
“What was that?” You hummed around him, and he jerked his hips with the vibration sent around his shaft. “Gonna cum already?”
He nodded, his arms gripping the handle of the chair to keep him stable.
He was always one to not be able to sit still while you touched him, always jolting and twitching around, and his hands were never able to keep to themselves.
He released one hand from the arm and tangled in into your hair, gripping your head and pushing you down onto him, he heard you gag, but too deep in pleasure to stop. “Fuck! I’m cumming!”
He filled up your mouth with his hot cum, his cock head being pushed passed your uvula and allow his load to drop down your throat. “Please swallow it baby! Please please please!” He chanted, and peered down at you, watching as you harshly gulped.
His dick left your lips with a pop and he watched in daze as it sprung up and slapped against your cheek, your saliva running down your chin.
“Fuckkkk—” he slurred, and his eyes fluttered open out of exhaustion.
You crawled out from under the table and went to comfortably sit on his knee, using your foot to rub up his leg. “Came so much, pretty boy.” You murmured into his neck, nuzzling your nose onto his skin.
He only hummed in response, too tired to say actual words— and was about to hold onto your waist until a voice interrupted him, or three voices.
“T-takemitchi… you didn’t u-unplug y-your microphone.” Akkun whispered, his face was red and controller left unintended on the floor, it being dropped from his hands the moment he heard you gag.
“Holy fuck! That was so hot! How’d it feel man?!” Makoto yelling, and he was flush against his Tv— hoping that he could hear more.
“Not fair, not fair, not fair!” Yamagishi cried, slamming his fists on the table in front of him, hearing you tease takemitchi though the call only excited him— yet angered him at the same time. “When will it be my turn…”
Takuya left the moment he heard his friend gasp, and he knew you were the reason. He didn’t want to hear that shit, and he was sure Takemitchi didn’t know he was still on call.
Your boyfriends eyes shot open, and he looked at the screen to see he was in fact still connected and online, it must of slipped his mind as his dick slipped in your mouth. “G-guys?! you didn’t t-think to leave so we could have privacy!?” He cried and rushed to hang up, not even waiting for them to respond.
With your laugh only fuelling his embarrassment, “c’mon pretty boy, don’t feel shy.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek before sliding off his lap. “Besides— sounds like they enjoyed it.”
# MITSUYA TAKASHI
You watched as he sat at his desk, tapping away on his keyboard and clicking the mouse. It was unusual for Takashi to be sat there, and more weird for him to be playing video games, especially since he was a very busy man, seeing as he was a famous fashion designer.
“Hakkai, you’re going the wrong way.” You heard him chuckle, and you peeked around his chair to see him playing minecraft.
You couldn’t hear from the line of the call, but he must of said something insulting as your husband let out an offended gasp. “Rude, you’re just jealous you play this game everyday— yet still aren’t good.”
It went on like that for the next hour, and you did whatever you could to try and find some entertainment. From reading to listening to music to even braiding Takashi’s long hair, which he pulled you down to press a chaste kiss on your cheek only to pull away and put his attention back on the screen. Rude
“Baby—” You whined out, leaning over the chair and dipping your head into the crook of his neck, and he shifted in his seat when your hot breath fanned his skin. “I’m bored.”
‘Oh? Is that [Name]?! Hey [Name]! Sorry for taking your precious husbands time but I thought we could catch up over a game.’ You we’re closer now so you could hear Hakki in the background, along with Yuzuya who also screamed in the back hoping you could hear her. ‘[Name]’s there?! Her girl! When ar—‘ she was cut off when here and Hakkai started play fighting.
Takashi let out a small laugh, turning his head up to face you, who was snuggling into his neck. “Those two— always ask about you a work.”
“Hm? That’s nice…” You mumbled back, letting out a sigh which vibrated onto his neck. He swivelled his chair away from the desk and faced you before softly grabbing your hips— pulling you onto his lap and teasing his hands on you waist.
“Something wrong, love?” He asked, and gave you a smile when you lifted you heard to face him— only for it to drop when you turned away. “Baby? What the matter?”
“Nothing…” You huffed, slowly going to hop of his lap but his hands held you still in place, “let go Takashi.” He only carefully grabbed the back of your head and pulled you to his chest— rubbing your back with his other hand.
“No pet names? What happened to pretty boy? Or babe?” He joked, and he knew you weren’t mad— seeing as you were placing small kisses along his jaw and towards his cheek.
“Pay attention to me, you’ve been playing this game for too long.” He moved his hand to the mouse and muted his microphone, before turning back to you.
“Oh I see, you’re jealous.” He winked at you, and laughed when you playfully rolled your eyes. “There’s that gorgeous smile I love to see.”
“M’not jealous, just miss you s’all.”
“Miss me? But I’m right here.” He licked his lips and leaned in to capture yours, humming in content when you returned the kiss.
“I know,” You said when you both pulled away, looking into his eyes. “Just want to be close to you.”
He smirked— one you didn’t see as you were looking at Hakkai’s block character hit Takashi’s on the screen. “Oh? Be quite then.”
You snapped your neck to him, “Excuse m-” you didn’t finish as you watched him adjust the headphones on his ears and turn back to the game.
“Sorry man, just had to use the bathroom.” He unmuted his mic and you could only watch in confusion as he used his left hand on the keyboard while leaving his mouse unattended— instead putting his free hand and sliding it under your shirt and rubbing your back.
‘Yeah? Took you long enough! I died multiple times cause you didn’t protect me.’
You felt his hand glide up your spine and towards the strap if your bra— fiddling around with it for a moment before it finally unclasped. How he could undo a bra with one hand still amazed you, since you still struggled to put it on with both of your hands.
You said his name is a small whisper, yet he didn’t respond— instead using two fingered to tap the hem of your back. “Arms up, okay?”
You did as told with no complaints, and he brought his hands up to take your shirt up and over your head. He let out a content sigh at the sight, your bra barely hanging on your shoulders while your perky nipples threatened to peek out.
“Mmm— always so pretty for me.” He teased, leaning forward and pressing kisses on your stomach and making his way up— before his nose was rubbing against bar of your bra. He looked up at you with expecting eyes and wiggling his eyebrows.
You knew what he wanted, shrugging your shoulders and allowing the only layer that separated your tits from his view— to fall off.
Using his feet to pull the chair closer to the desk, his hand left your hips and rested on one of your breasts, letting out a smirk when your breath hitched.
“Nipples hard for me already, baby?” He made sure to push his microphone away and talk in a small voice all so Hakkai couldn’t hear as he teased you, he didn’t want you to feel embarrassed after all.
‘Hey! Taka! Stop spinning in circles and help me finish building our house.’
“Hop of for a second.” He mumbled into your hair and softly pulled your legs off him and helped you stand up, with unamused eyes— you watched him go back to playing his game, while you stood there topless.
He didn’t turn his head, but looked towards you and smiled, muting his microphone one more time. “I’ll let you sit on my again— when you’re stripped down to nothing, okay?”
He held back a chuckle when you rushed yo remove your pants, along with your underwear and leaving you standing there with your whole body on display. “Good girl,” he patted his lap. “Take a seat.”
You crawled onto his lap, putting your calves on either side of his thighs with your back facing the computer screen. Your bare cunt was rutting against clothed cock, with his hard on growing each time you humped onto him. “I can feel you dripping onto me baby, wet already?”
You nodded, looking away in embarrassment when you did in fact— feel a wet patch start to form on the crotch.
You heard a laugh, before a hand landed on your leg, slowly making its way towards your inner thigh before cupping your pussy in his large hand. You gasped, leaning onto him when his finger started playing around with you clit. “Shh, I’m still on a call with Hakkai… you don’t want him to hear us, do you?”
You clenched your legs together, and slowly shook your head no. “Mhm, didn’t think so, you break the poor boy and he wouldn’t be able to look at you for weeks.”
“Touch me more please baby…”
He hummed— and didn’t waste any more time before slowly sinking his middle finger into your inviting hole, loving how you squeezed your eyes tight and let your head lull into his neck.
He added another finger, using them to scissor inside. “So tight, m’kinda jealous you’re not sucking my cock in instead.” He laughed, and he could feel your nipples rub against his shirt while his chest vibrated.
“Gonna’ have to lean to the side sweetheart, I can’t see the screen.”
You did as told, putting both your arms to the left and arching you back so he could see over you, it was slightly uncomfortable, but with your count being finger fucked, it didn’t really bother you.
You stared rubbing your hips into his hand— hoping to grab more tension between the two of you, but let out a whine when he stopped and pulled out his now, slick costed fingers.
“Such a naughty girl,” he tutted, shaking his head in false disappointment before slowly standing up— taking you with him.
He hoisted you over his shoulder and placed his hand firmly on your bare ass, keeping you secure so you didn’t fall off.
Leaning down to the desk, and hovering his hand over the mouse. “Sorry dudeee—” he drew out, squeezing the flesh of your bum before continuing. “Iv gotta go, one of my models is being difficult and begging for my assistance at the studio.”
You heard Hakkai on the other side— saying not to worry and that they should play again soon. Your husband agreed, before shutting down his PC and walking over towards the bed— chucking you onto it.
You laid on your back and watch him strut over towards you, eyes glued onto your naked body while his hands worked away with the fly of his jeans, tugging them down and leaving him in only his briefs.
“You’ve been kinda broad today [Name], don’t you think? What I think, is that you should be punished for your bad behaviour, yeah?”
Property of @seiishy— please DO NOT copy, translate or post onto other sites such as whattpad and AO3. Reblogs are very much appreciated, mwah ♡︎
contains 18+ content such as; semi public sex, insecurity, cursing, mention of multiple orgasms, not proofread / lowkey rushed bc i’m in a lec. but felt the urge but i might correct it all later
when they said they wanted to try something new you were excited, of course the same old routine didn’t bore you a but trying new stuff in the bedroom kept it fun! only… it wasn’t exactly IN the bedroom. ->
yaoyorozu momo
of course this brat bought the best selling, most expensive, high powered one
and of course this fuckin’ brat got jealous whenever you smiled too hard at a stranger on the street
“f-fuck!” you whisper moaned, clinging to yaoyarozu’s arm. a bad decision on your part, feeling her arms made your pussy tingle harder. your woman was so muscular and thinking about her dragging n’ pushing your knees up to your chest had your creaming on the panties
with a lick of your lips you tugged her into an empty alleyway, pressed your body against hers and shivered. “i came, baby i came! so please.” you whined into her neck.
“you only came once, but you looked at 17 strangers so 16 more to go i guess!” it was a joke… you hoped
kugisaki nobara
usually not one to make jokes during intimate times
but boy is she cracked the fuck up, watching you stumble and stutter
at the beginning of your relationship, nobara told you it was a hard no for anything public with her. oh how the times changed, who would’ve thought she’d be the one suggesting it 3 years later?
nonetheless you agreed, and quickly began to regret that decision. she was absolutely ruthless, pressing the button whenever you were walking walking to comfortably or speaking with two much confidence.’
“oh my gosh really?” you laughed along with a childhood friend the of yours showing you their newborn, “he’s so freaking cute, like honest- god.” you stuttered and held onto your friend for stability
the panties vibrated so fucking slow, moving in a back and forth motion and rubbing your clit so nicely. “are you alright y/n? nobara!” your friend called for her help.
“she’s fine.”
arashi keizo
another over-doer here
like cmon, take your thumb off of the button please?
underneath that hard-ass act he’s a big softie who gets insecure a lot. recently you’ve been staying up after sex instead of immediately going to sleep, so he’s scared you’re not satisfied with his performance…
“keizo… what are you talking about?” you questioned, taking a sip from your iced coffee after. “nevermind.” he sighed, leaning back and taking the controller in his hands. he hadn’t told you they vibrated, just that he bought you some new panties and wanted you to wear them.
“we’ll have a talk when we’re home okay? don’t shut down on me ba-” your eyes snapped open and your drink was squeezed. “kei… fuck.” you moaned softly, leaning your head down on the table
warnings: smoking, drugs, sex in public, praise, cursing, oral (f receiving)
you laid on top of peh’s lap as you admired him taking a long drag from the blunt. his eyes were closed, holding his breath for a little before exhaling, a small chuckle falling from his lips before he passed it back to you.
it was around 11 pm, you two were in the backseat of his car that was parked a couple blocks away from the university. every once in awhile you two met up and had a smoke session, just to release the built up stress of your studies and whatever else was going on in your lives. you had to admit, you always looked forward to the time you spent with him, after all of these meet ups you were starting to develop somewhat of a crush.
you grabbed the blunt from his fingers and placed it in between your lips before inhaling deeply. “you’re getting better at this” he complimented you. when you two first started this little arrangement, your smoking skills were definitely at the amateur level. “that’s cause i’m a fast learner” you took a couple puffs, doing different tricks that he taught you as you blew it out, passing it back to him.
“no i’m just a fucking awesome teacher” peh spoke confidently, taking a hit before handing it back to you. “no you suck at teaching” he frowned a little “you suck”
“and swallow” you snickered. he raised his eyebrow “oh yeah?” he stared down at you, adjusting his hips slightly as he leaned down lower into the seat. “yeah” you spoke softly, chewing the inside of your cheek. he hummed before motioning his fingers towards him “c’mon sweetheart it’s puff puff pass. not puff puff keep” you handed the blunt back to him, his fingers brushing against your own. he smacked his lips “where’s the lighter?” he asked, noticing how it went out.
you fished around in your pockets before pulling out a lighter, a white playboy bunny symbol on the front of it. you handed it to him and he looked at it, lips spreading into a small smile “that’s cute” you rolled your eyes, moving your head around in his lap a bit to get a in a more comfortable position. you didn’t miss how his breath hitched, but chose not to say anything.
the car was pretty much full of smoke now, adding to your high as you relaxed to the low music from he had playing in the car. “it’s almost done, make this last one count” he spoke softly, putting the lit blunt in between your lips for you as you took a deep breath.
you watched how he leaned his head back on the headrest, an idea popping into your head. you leaned up closer to him, gently grabbing his face and opening his mouth slightly. peh stayed still, his red, lidded eyes meeting yours and watching as you exhale the smoke into his mouth, your lips brushing against his.
he closed his mouth before breathing out the smoke through his nose. maybe it was the marijuana flowing through your system that made you do what you did, or maybe it was cause of how good he looked in the moonlight then was shining into the car.
you were caught off guard when he suddenly pushed you down, your back laid flat against the car seat with him settled in between your legs, his face so close to yours you could feel his breath fanning against it. “what are you doing?” you asked, heart starting to beat faster when his eyes looked over your face, stopping at your lips for a moment before looking back at you. “do you want me to stop?” you wanted to clench your thighs from his raspy voice, but you simply shook your head no, swallowing thickly as he moved closer, smashing his lips against your own.
the kiss started off slow, both of you slowly leaning into it. his soft lips gently moved against yours while his hands started to rub up and down along your sides. you loved how his hands felt on your body. you let out a small moan into the kiss while your arms wrapped around his next, pulling his body closer to yours.
he finally pulled away, leaning back as he started to pull your shirt off before pulling your stretch pants off, eyes widening when he seen your lack of underwear. “i see you thought ahead” you narrowed your eyes at him “no i was just rushing. don’t get cocky” he shrugged his shoulders, lowering his head in between your thighs “whatever you say sweetheart” you gasped when you felt his tongue press flatly against your clit, your hand immediately reaching to the headrest next to you.
peh didn’t waste any time when it came to eating you. his fingers tightly gripped your thighs as he ran his tongue up and down your pussy, swirling and sucking at your clit as he watched you throw your head back against the window and moan loudly, your fingers tangling into his locks. he lifted his head up and stared down at your pussy that was now glistening from a mixture of his spit and your juices. a cocky smile spread across his face. he puckered his lips and let a glob of spit fall on your clit, watching intently as it slid down to your hole before licking it all up as he slurped on your slick.
“oh my god peh~” a high pitched moan fell from your lips and your body shivered from how good he was making you feel. your muscles started to tense up, eyebrows furrowing together as you felt your orgasm creeping up. “i’m gonna…” you trailed off, breathing heavily as you bit back a moan “im gonna cum”
“cum on my tongue baby” he encouraged you, swirling his tongue around your hole before sticking it in, really pushing you over the edge. your vision blurred as you came all over his tongue, feeling him lap up all your cum. he broke his mouth away from your pussy, leaning up and snatching his shirt off while pulling down his jogging pants. peh grabbed your body and sat you on top of his lap. you placed your knees on either side of his waist and placed your hands on his shoulders.
he unclipped your bra and threw it somewhere else in the car, immediately biting and sucking on your boobs, leaving purple marks. he grabbed his dick and rubbed it against your clit before trying to put it in but you stopped him.
“let me put it in” you said, grabbing his dick as you lifted your hips and guided his tip to your entrance before slowing sinking down on it, both of you letting out a deep sigh when he was all the way in. you grinded your hips back and forth slowly on top of his dick. peh grunted at how tight your walls were clamping around him. “go faster” he breathlessly spoke. you lifted yourself up before slamming back down, another moan leaving your mouth.
you started to bounce faster, your arms moving from his shoulders and wrapping around his neck for support while his hands stayed on your waist. “fuck baby just like that. keep riding this dick” his words only encouraged you to go faster. his car was filled with sounds of grunts and moans along with wet sounds of skin clapping together. there was no doubt that it was shaking too.
your knees were starting to burn so you slowed down the pace a bit, going back to rocking but he wasn’t putting up with that. peh wrapped his entire arms around your waist and pulled you back down on his dick, this time much harder and faster. “peh s-slow down” you could barely talk. your mouth was parted open with your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck, letting his use you. “what’s that? you want it faster?” he asked in a condescending tone “gotcha”
he picked his pace up again, pushing his hips up off the seat to meet yours with every merciless thrust he gave you. “fuck fuck fuck!” you shrieked as your eyes screwed shut from him repeatedly slamming your g-spot. “cum for me y/n, cum all over me” he urged.
you harshly bit down on your lip, drawing a bit of blood in the process. a couple more of his harsh thrusts and your vision had went white, body shaking while you came again, nails digging into his skin as he kept pounding at your g-spot. “yeah baby that’s a good girl shit” he cursed, feeling you clenching harder around his dick.
peh was chasing his own high now, biting down on your neck to keep from letting out his loud groans. you turned your head towards his ear, softly talking.
“cum in me”
something snapped in him when you said that. he roughly grabbed your jaw and made you look him in the eyes. “you want me to cum in you? pretty girl wants my cum huh?” you dumbly nodded your head, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes from the overstimulation. “you do? well fucking take it” he kept his tight grip on your jaw, watching the different faces of pleasure you made while he approached his own high.
“s-shit shit shit” one last powerful thrust and he released his cum inside of you, slowly moving his hips and riding out his high. you slumped your sweaty body over on his own, both of you trying to catch your breath.
a knock on the window made you toe jump before looking at each other. peh reached his hand own and wiped the fog from the windows, seeing mikey outside with an awkward looked covering his face. peh scrunched his face up and rolled down the window slightly, not enough that he could see your naked bodies.
“mikey? the hell are you doing out here?” he asked. mikey scratched the back of his neck “well i needed the homework but you weren’t on your dorm and then i saw your car out here…but obviously you’re busy” he squinted a bit as he peered through the foggy window. “is that y/n? hey y/n!”
your eyes widened and you cringed in embarrassment “hey mikey…”
“anyways do you have it?”
“how long have you been out here?” peh asked him, feeling around for your clothes so you could cover up. “uh i don’t know…maybe five minutes? you know fucking in public is a crime right?” his lack of a filter only added to your embarrassment. “oh god” you whispered to yourself.
“mikey go away! i’ll give you homework when i get back” mikey held up hands up in surrender as he chuckled, he shoved his hands into his pockets and walking away from the car. “are you okay?” he asked while looked at you.
“i’m fine. next time you probably shouldn’t park so close to the university,”
uraraka, kirishima + todo, megumi + south, taiju x female reader
18+ content such as; smut, sir kink, spanking, cursing, punishments, teasing, throat fucking, crying, pain kink, (???), futa
note -> taijus’ is my personal favorite…
to put it simply, it was too much - way too fucking much. if this was their rage you never wanted to upset them again, her teasing, his roughness, their rage, fuck fuck fuck it was too much! your body ached from their merciless ways - and yet, you didn’t want them to stop. ->
uraraka ochako
“what was that? you wanna be good for mommy?”
dom!uraraka, and ofc she’s using her quirk like an asshole
it’s annoying you, the way she activates and deactivates her quirk to move you up and down. you wished she’d just use her strong arms like always - but you’re a good girl and you’d never back talk mommy
“be a good girl and take mommy’s cock sweetheart.” she cooed, smiling wide as she watched your breasts bounce up and down, toying with your nub
soon enough that pressure snapped and you were gushing out translucent liquid every time she brought you back down
“mmm, you did such a good job for me sweetheart.”
kirishima eijirou
ohh it’s bad for you sweetie…
you just had to keep teasing him in the grocery store huh?
eijirou isn’t the type of person to hold stuff in when he needs to release, in more ways that one
“fucking… skirt, flipping up, shit babe.” he muttered and moaned incoherently into your ear disregarding the fact that your body was being smashed against the wall at a merciless pace.
“g-god kiri, slow down!” you whisper moaned, tangling your fingers in his red mane and tugging. he damn near howled while coming undone
todo aoi
i know he seems like the type to enjoy public sex
but that’s just not him, not unless you… rile him up
“stop fucking talking to me aoi.” you seethed, walking past him and bumping his shoulder at the fair. you were upset him, rightfully, may i add. he was late picking you up from your house because there was a flash sale on takada’s merch
you didn’t give a damn about his fanboying, only when it fucked up your time with him is when it became a problem. he sighed and threw away his ice cream before dragging you behind one of the contraptions - good thing it was dark out.
“you’re too outta place, guess i’ve been to damn nice to you lately huh?” your face was smashed against the brick wall and there were tears streaming down your eyes from his roughness.
he was relentless, middle and ring fingers hitting that gooey spot over and over again until you started squirting. he pulled his fingers out and crouched to lick a long stripe up your pussy - “we’ll continue at home.”
fushiguro megumi
fushiguro hates punishing you with his entire heart
but that works out, because every time he has to punish you, you turn it around and punish him instead
but he oh so loves to hear you cry.
tears streamed down your cheeks constantly, no matter how fast you wiped them away. “please gumi’ please fuck me.” you purred, reached a hand between your spread legs and grabbing his wrist
“wanna feel you inside of me, fill my pussy daddy, please?” you whined, rolling your hips and holding his hand still so held get coated in your slick
“fuck…”
terano south
you know this man… his background… and you’re being a brat?
no way around it sweetheart you deserve the fucking punishment
“lay, the fuck, down.” he seethed, fisting his dick as he watched you gasp for air even though there was nothing in your throat anymore. “sir, i’m sorry, please no more.” he smiled menacingly, you knew your safe word, he made sure of that
“you’re a filthy fucking whore you know that?” you felt a smile creep up your face but forced it down, and so did he. grabbing your shoulder twitch brute strength and pushing you into your back - from there he took a hold of your throat and pulled you to the edge
“tai-” his cock was shoved back into your mouth and down your throat, he came so hard, watching you choke and sputter
shiba taiju
taiju is a man of god
he believes in second chances and mercy, not for you though
“is this what you wanted?” he spoke softly, apologetically - demeanor contradicting the huge bruises forming on your ass from his spankings
“i’m sorry, so sorry sir.” he wrapped a hand around your neck and pulled you up to kiss him. while your upper lips were occupied with tasting his, he rubbed your ass and laid a hard, clean hit to your cunt.
you spasmed, bucking your entire body in his lap. he wrestled you down and laid another one, “oh sir i said i was sorry!”
you cried, cumming violently on the palm of his hand “you can beg for forgiveness all you want, i still won’t be done with this pussy.”
Warnings: f!reader, curse words, soft dom!ran, breeding kink, unprotected sex, and fluff. Minors do not interact.
Note: for @sanzuchi bc we bond over ran haitani brainrot ✊ and him breeding us 😵
Synopsis: After the wedding, the honeymoon is the next most anticipated part, especially to your husband.
✃WC: 1.4k
Spice level: 🌶️🌶️🌶️ out of 5
Adjusting the yukata he wore, Ran Haitani leaned back against the comfy leather seat just outside the private onsen with a cold can of beer in his hand while the other held his phone. The screen glowing brightly under his limpid violets that scanned each and every greeting and words of congratulations attached with photos from the wedding earlier. Chuckling at the random photos Rindou sent during the after-party held somewhere in the heart of Tokyo—whispering pity at Sanzu’s inebriated form lying on the floor while his brother did a peace sign—his eyes traveled to the gold band glinting in his ring finger. Pride swelling up in his chest at the thought of being your husband. However, in the back of his mind, he knew taking you to this exclusive ryokan wouldn't be enough to showcase his gratitude.
A simple wedding was all you asked for despite his multiple reminders that it was alright to splurge for the event, especially on the dress. And what was he to do when you were adamant on keeping it modest and low-key? Inviting only family and close friends, holding the ceremony on a private beach… Ran had to entertain numerous inquiries on why it was so, knowing him to be the type to show off. He knew you did it for everyone's safety, even his, due to the nature of his job and reputation. Every last detail in the ceremony, from the color schemes down to the shoes he would wear, you were there to take the lead—Ran was quite lost in these things, never considering he’ll be a married man until you came. And for that, he was grateful… Which is why he is keen on expressing it tonight, the honeymoon.
The aloof expression on his face for every other guest that happened to pass by failed to convey his excitement for this evening’s agenda. Maybe if there was someone who could read his mind, they would probably be embarrassed at the lewd scenarios playing in his head. Even earlier while he sat there in the hot spring, the mere bamboo walls that separated you both seemed malleable in his hands. Palms itching to touch your skin as if it were for the first time once more. And really, who was to blame him for his excitement that rivaled his teenage days when he was taking you to bed as his wife now?
“Ran? You didn’t have to wait for me out here…” Emerging from the curtain, you had a towel around your shoulders, hands still drying your damp hair. Cheeks warm after soaking into the hot water for too long. It was supposed to be an ordinary sight, like you just came out of the shower, but to your husband’s eyes were wide like you were coming out nude. This was not like him—the ever-present flirtatious smile and that smug smirk he often flashed, but it was flattering to see it. Deciding not to make a comment at his gawking, you chuckled. “Let’s go? I’m sure the beds have already been laid out.”
“S-sure…” He mumbled, standing up. Emptying the can of beer before tossing it into a nearby bin, he linked both of your hands together on the way back to the room. “You could’ve stayed longer back there. Wouldn’t have mind.”
Pressing yourself closer to him, you giggle softly. “It was indeed amazing, but we’re staying here for three days so I’m sure I could go there again tomorrow. What about you? Did you enjoy your soak?”
Much of his reply was uttered in a soft mumble, his thoughts focused on your breasts rubbing against his arm. Head entertaining the flooding images of how he would suck on those nipples later, wondering if they were soft and warm after spending almost an hour in the hot spring. Groaning at his semi-hard cock underneath the confines of his yukata, Ran sighed in defeat. There was no way he’d last longer without wanting to be deep inside you—especially with how soft your aura has become all too suddenly. Maybe he’ll have to postpone peeling those tangerines for you in the morning.
“R-Ran? Baby, why are we running?” The abrupt picking up of your husband's pace had you quirking your brow, wondering why he was in such a hurry until your back met the door and his lips hungrily pressed against your mouth, erection rubbing against your thigh.
“Sorry… for rushing,” he whispered in between kisses. Purple hues swirling with desire that had your heart pounding erratically, fingernails digging into his forearm. “I just… fucking want you right now. Been waiting all day for my pretty girl and to be inside your pussy.”
Oh.
Lamenting on the beautiful lingerie you packed for your husband still sitting inside your suitcase, you shivered underneath his heat and muscle. The yukata you wore slipped past your shoulders and pooled around your legs, the futon’s smooth cloth rubbing against your bare ass while grinding against Ran. Tongue tasting the malty drink he had earlier in his mouth, moaning at your husband’s long fingers pulling your panty down your legs. Slit slick with arousal at the scent of his cologne. Every touch, every kiss—it seemed it was all happening for the very first time. And the moment he sheathed his cock into your weeping cunt, gummy walls hugging him tightly, you feared the walls were too thin and the tatami mats would break down as Ran slowly sped up his thrusting. Toes curling up in the air, finding homage on your husband’s waist
Unshed tears glimmered in your eyes, the hand over your mouth useless for your husband was intent on letting the whole ryokan know he was fucking you hard and wild. The corners of his lips curled up at the whines and whimpers he dragged out of your throat, the tip of his long shaft kissing your cervix with no fail.
“R-Ran, fuck—more, more!”
“Anything for you, baby.” He groaned, pressing your knees to your tits, pupils dilating at your fat pussy lips spreading wide. “You like that? Tell me, pretty. Do you like to get fucked like this?” Pulling out only to thrust back in fully, Ran smiled at you biting back a scream. “My pretty whore, yeah? Looked so beautiful in that white dress. Would’ve loved to fuck you in it, but it’s fine. Can do that another time. Have all the time in the world for you. Only mine—forever, baby.”
“Yes, yes—yours, Ran. Only yours!”
“How many?”
At the sudden question thrown, you blinked up at him in the heat of the moment. “W-what? How many? What do you mean—shit!” Back arching, you moaned into the sheets, fingers searching for his hand. When you found it, his instant action was to intertwine both of your fingers together and squeeze.
“Tell me, Mrs. Haitani… How many kids do you wanna have?” He grinned, giddy at you finally having his last name and saying it aloud with pride more than your disheveled appearance below him. “Do you want three? Four? Maybe… ten?”
Eyes wide at the suggestion, you stammered out your response while trying your best not to cum at the idea itself. You two did discuss about having kids, but never thought of conceiving one right now. “T-two—two is all I want—fuck, right there!” Upon hearing your answer, Ran was quick to resume his hips pistoning against you, drunk on the image of your stomach swollen with his child. The mere thought of even growing old with you and filling the home he bought secretly after the engagement with children had his heart swelling up.
“Yeah? Alright, two it is then.” Leaning down to kiss your forehead, a huge contrast to his shaft plunging into your tight heat relentlessly, Ran hummed. “I love you so much, baby. I’m probably the luckiest motherfucker to ever have you… Don’t know what I’d be without you.”
Choking back a sob, you reached up to cup his cheek, thumb caressing it. Staring into his eyes that promised more love than you could ever think of, your heart couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed by it. However, you would willingly welcome it because you knew Ran would do the same. Maybe even beyond what was expected of him and that is why you love the man. “L-love you too, Ran—I’m cumming, baby. I’m cumming—ah, fuck!”
Cumming thick spurts of white into your welcoming cunt, Ran rode out both of your highs with a few more thrusts. Eyes intently staring at your pussy creaming around his cock, licking his lips as he wondered quietly if you could keep up until the crack of dawn. Guess he didn’t have to find the answer to his musing when you grinned up at him, walls clenching around his softening cock to which he returned with a smirk.
a/n: mitsuya brainrot is real. self-indulgent thirst
he's still in mourning. he fucks you after you won't stop clinging to him
you keep on riling him up ever since he picked you up after weeks of not seeing each other
draken’s mysterious death dealt a big blow to mitsuya’s whole being and not even his girlfriend got him to open up about it
so you kept to yourself. for two months you just kept to yourself. there was no communication the whole time. you did visit him every chance you get, made him food only for it to be left untouched. he won’t even look at you in the eye
but the moment he finally called you to meet up with him, every self control and preservation you had went down between your legs
he was mourning, yet here you are horny as hell, rubbing your thighs together in hope that the heat between them will go away
there’s just something so carnal about your boyfriend’s new look. the tattoo certainly had something to do with it. but god damn it! his overall sex appeal went through the roof and you can’t help but sneer at the girls who said something along the lines of ‘i want him to fuck me until i can’t feel my legs any longer’
you shouldn't have went to the mall
mitsuya takashi is yours.
it was at that moment that you finally snapped
the weeks of neglect and not being able to get off by your own hands was too much
and being the insensitive slut that you truly are, the moment you saw him on his bike, wearing his usually stylish clothes with the side of his head shaved to show his dragon tattoo, you pestered him. pushing your chest to his when you jumped in his arms, rubbing your palm on his thighs when you sat down behind him. your nails scratched his inner thigh where he had to grab your wrist in a grip, stopping you from going further
unfortunately, his warning glare was not enough
giving him sly glances as you bite your pouty lips. and being annoyingly clingy as hell
the sly glances you give him while you bite your pouty lips, the low whimpers you let out directly to his ears as you clung to him, and that sweet open mouth kisses you gave him after a hug…
you got exactly what you wanted
your date was cut short. as soon as you arrived at your home, he pushed you down to your bed. on your hands and knees with his cock buried deep inside of your pulsing cunt. his hands had a bruising grip on your waist. each slam of his hips with yours brought you to your elbows before your chest finally hits the sheets
it was at this moment that he became feral as hell. he took both of your wrists to grip it behind your back with his left hand and his other hand went to your nape, pushing you deeper on the soft sheets with each rut. the feeling of his dick going in and out of your spasming pussy was going through your head. thoughts full only of mitsuya and the pleasure he’s giving you
“is this what you wanted, you slut? here i am mourning for my best friend's death and you’re eye fucking me like a cheap whore on the streets? you’re fucking insensitive, y/n” he leaned down to say this directly to your ear. his chest glued to your back. hand coming up front to grip your jaw up. hips slowing down a bit to give you that deep, long, and hard thrust you love so much your eyeballs start rolling behind your head. your cunt would keep spasming around his cock and you swear so sweetly, moaning incoherently giving mitsuya that feeling he didn’t know needed until now
ah— ah, ah! moans starting to turn into shouts of pleasure, you’re lost. pressure keeps on building in your lower abdomen, the same pressure you felt as you pleasured yourself with your fingers back when he shut himself in his room. this time though, it kept on rising and rising tears started to roll down your eyes “fuck, taka!” you cry out, “s’mu— ah!” you try to tell him that it’s too much but he only grunts, leaning his forehead down to your nape. mind focused only on reaching his pleasure. his hips started to rut into you faster and harder neglecting your clit that’s being slapped by his balls with each fucking thrust
the only thing coming out of your mouth now are sharp breathes while he fucks you like it’s the last pussy he will ever have
