Nagi likes to think of himself as a good friend. Although a bit lazy, he's attentive, and a great listener.
Such a great listener that he happened to overhear you getting off in the other room. The soft whines and whimpers coming from you were enough to make his dick stir in his pantsâeven if he had just woken up from a nap.
He was conflicted. The door to the room you were in was right there, and he had originally only left his bed to get a snack that was long since forgotten. So the logical thing to do, really, was to get a closer look.
âmm, seishiro,â he could hear through the door. It was only slightly ajar, but he could see your hips slightly lifting off the bed, andâ
Absorbed in the moment, Nagi hadnât realized he was leaning on the door that was already opened. So here he was, haphazardly stumbling in on you.
âNagi-!â You yelped, pulling the sheets frantically to cover you up.Â
âOh. Sorry, âwas just getting a snack,â he mumbled.Â
ââŠokâ you dragged out when he still wasnât leaving. But your eyes dragged down and you saw the blatant tent in his pants.
âNagi, are youâŠ?â you didnât finish your sentence- you didnât have to.
âYou said my name,â he answered, stalking closer.
âI was just⊠in the moment?â you tried, reaching for any excuse you could think of.
âmhm.â Nagi was now staring down at you, directly infront of the bed. His hands mere inches away from where you wanted them.Â
âyou need some help?â
Your heart hammered as you stared up at him. Nagiâs eyes were half-lidded, lazy as always, but darker now. he climbed over you and tugged the sheet down slowly, letting it pool around your waist.
âSeiâŠâ you sighed breathlessly. You were face to face for a long second until his lips finally met yours. It was slow and unhurried, and he had only just inserted his tongue before pulling away.
He hummed softly, settling between your legs like it was the most natural thing in the world. His big hands slid up your thighs, spreading them wider.
âYou were saying my name so nice,â he murmured, voice low and a little rough. âwanted to hear it more.â
Before you could respond, his mouth was on you. it was warm and everything you cravedâhis tongue dragging slowly over your clit at first, then firmer. Your hips jerked and a shaky moan escaped.
âAhâ! SeiâŠâ
Nagi made a satisfied sound against you and licked deeper, like he had all the time in the world. He made eye contact as he worked, lazy but thorough in all the right ways. Every swipe of his tongue had you moaning louder, thighs trembling around his head.
âSeishiro, fuck, Seiâ!â you whimpered, one hand flying down to grip his messy white hair. He didnât seem to mind. If anything he pressed closer, sucking gently on your clit before flattening his tongue and dragging it up and down again.
Your back arched, another broken moan spilling out. âSei⊠oh my god-â
He kept going, slow and steady, humming every time you moaned his name like it was the best reward. The wet sounds of his mouth mixed with your desperate little whines filled the room as he worked you closer and closer, completely focused on making you fall apart.
âSeiâoh my god,â you whined as you came around his tongue, but he didnât stop right away. Just as you were bordering overstimulation, he finished up with a few kitten licks, his chin an utter mess.
âoh my god, Nagi. You really were hungry,â you teased, your head limp against the pillow.
âYeahâbut Iâm not done. Wanna feel you for real.â
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warnings: knifeplay (infliction!!!), blood play (consumption), sadistic!hiori, suggestive, aged up (18+), hioriâs a sick motherfucker. ure sick. (please, please do not read if u struggle or get uncomfortable with self-harm or related topics!)
hiori thinks the sight of blood is pretty.
that beautiful crimson flowing, darkening as it clots the wound to scab. is it not?
youâre sprawled out on his bed, white sheets dangerously close to minor stains of red. hiori stills above you with his legs on either side of you, your legs spread, wrapping above and over his thighs. youâre on full display, and heâs free to do anything he wishes to you.
his gaze is fixated on you and your body, eyes blown wide with infatuation. his smile is sickening, sadism pouring out from the corners of his lips. it feels predatoryâthe way he looks at you like youâre pathetic. you barely notice the knife in his hands inching slowly towards your thighs again. youâre too distracted by how delirious he makes you, the beauty of his innocent face hiding his true sadistic nature.
âdown, sugar. i wanna cut another,â his thick accent cuts through your delirium, almost startling you back to a normal headspace. âyouâll let me, yeah? let me make more cuts on ya pretty skin?â
he almost pities you for how instantaneous you nod your head, not fast, but your reaction speed to his question. just almost.
he cups the side of your jaw with his palm, thumb pressing softly against your lower lip. you donât hesitate to open and envelop his thumb. your eagerness is soon shut down when he stills your tongue, swirling around, by pressing down. you inhale sharply with a shaky exhale, nervous.
hiori lightly drags the tip of the knife against your inner thigh, not enough to break skin. yet. he takes a minute to admire your beauty, skin blemished with hickeys and cutsâall from him. purple spots lay rest on your neck, chest, and thighs, capillaries broken from the suction of his kisses.
and his favorite partâthe cuts. most are scabbed over already, slightly raised and bright red. theyâre mostly random lines, little hearts here and there. thereâs the word âprettyâ shallowly carved just below your hip-bone. heâs still thinking of what to carve next when your voice breaks through, broken and soft.
âyour name, yo⊠carve your name in my skin.â
your words go straight to his cock, straining against his sweats. hiori thinks thatâs the best thing you couldâve ever suggested.
he doesnât waste anymore time, blade already digging to carve the first stroke of his surname. âi got ya, sweetheart. gonna make sure you know who you belong to.â
your whines spill out as he carves the outline of his name on your inner thigh and he fucking loves it.
itâs sick, he knows. he knows he shouldnât enjoy the way blood pools into a thin line following the trail of his knife. he knows he shouldnât enjoy how the blood pools enough to spill out of the cut, droplets of crimson dripping down your thigh slowly. hiori cuts shallow enough that you give it no more than two weeks to completely heal, but he curses himself for wanting to go deeper. he wouldnât hurt you that much without your permission, of course. but hiori canât help but let his mind slip sometimesâinto darker scenarios of you letting him hurt you further.
you suck on his thumb in attempt to stifle your whimpers from the stinging pain. and heâs looking at you with such a proud look on his face as he finishes the last syllable of his name.
âhiori yoâ
engraved on your thigh in small, raised, red letters.
before it scabs, he places down the knife and runs his free thumb over his name. he smears the blood all across the area and his thumb, and then he curses himself internally at his next thought of action.
before you can even come down from the high of the pain, his thumb that was already in your mouth pulls away. but it isnât long until you feel the other nudging slightly between your lips.
âmmmphâ?â
he smears the blood on his thumb all over your bottom lip.
âopen.â he commands firmly, and youâre all too compliant.
he presses his bloodied thumb against the heart of your tongue, and you start cleaning your own blood off. the act is so dirty and sick that you canât help but let out little moans as you clean off his thumb, even after all the metallic taste is swallowed away. thereâs something else in his eyes this time, shining with new sick and twisted things to do to you.
he tips your chin up as he lowers, leaning down to capture your tainted lips with his own. he can taste the sweet saltiness of your blood as he sucks at your bottom lip.
âyou taste sâgood, sugar. lemme taste you again, yeah? wanna hear those pretty lil squeals when i fuck and cut you at the same time.â
an: ive been going insane trying to find darkkk kinks fic of hiori and i was practically clawing at my walls. this boyâs already underrated as he is and i need more of the ULTRA in ultra-sadist