DAY 10: mirror sex/orgasm denial/amnesia with haku shota
a/n: first time participating in kinktober !! so thankful for @sxfterhearts and @kisseobie for hosting this! make sure to check the prompt list where all days and writers are listed <3 also this is my first longer smut fic, i hope you enjoy!!
warnings: fem!reader, memory loss (reader), orgasm denial for both (yet oddly sweet n soft sex), mirror sex, praising, kissing with tongue, slight overstimulation (reader), slightly perv! shota, shota and reader are both switches, kinda (very) fluffy, aftercare
wc: 2.4k words
nsfw under the cut
shota knew it was wrong – he knew he should wait patiently for your memory to come back. he knew it was wrong to do anything, but he couldn’t take it anymore: he needed his sweet girl..
he missed all of you: your touch, your gentle fingers and the way you'd run them through his hair and draw soft patterns on his face when he was stressed. he missed your hugs, the way you'd squeeze him tight before letting go. he missed your soft lips on his, and your loving, gentle kisses.
most of all, he missed your pussy. he missed the warmth of you around him, the way your cunt sucked him inside – so welcoming and needy.
he had to do something about it.
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you walk through the empty dorm, scanning each room you pass as you follow him to his room.
”the others are out, so we have the whole dorm all to ourselves." shota says as he notices your gaze traveling.
”perfect,” you respond with a soft grin.
upon entering his room, you feel a strange sense of belonging. it looks so unfamiliar, but you feel as if you’ve been there a thousand times.
the reason you’re in his room right now is simple — shota called you to come over, telling you he had something important to talk about with you.
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you sit on the edge of his bed, deep in thought. he sits down next to you, but leaves a noticeable gap between your bodies.
“we were dating?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.
“we were,” shota confirms. “i mean, we are. we never broke up.”
“oh.. i’m sorry, i wish i could remember..” you frown slightly, but shota shakes his head.
“it’s not your fault,” he reassures gently. ”i promised i’d wait for you.”
you study his expression for a moment before speaking up. ”do you have any pictures of us?”
shota quickly pulls his phone out. ”yeah, i do, i have many. so many.”
you notice his hands trembling as he tries to open an album on his phone. he passes his phone to you.
you scroll through the album. countless of pictures of you and him, of your dates, hang outs, celebrations.. you see a life you don’t recognize as your own.
then, a picture pops up on the screen; he’s laying on a bed, possibly the one you’re sitting on at the moment, and he’s shirtless. his chest has a few hickeys and kiss marks, and you’re nestled on his side.
it looks very suggestive, it’s like an ’after sex’ picture, but... you’re not sure if you had ever had sex with him.
you lift your gaze to see him already looking at you. his eyes flicker between the photo and you. he's fiddling with his fingers nervously, waiting for your reaction.
you study his expression for a moment, unsure how to proceed. then, as if a light bulb went on in your head, you get an idea and decide to say it out loud.
“if we were dating, i’m sure we would have had sex." you say. “i mean, the oldest pictures of us in that album are a few years old, and that's plenty of time to get familiar with each other, so…” you trail off.
“oh, did we have sex…” shota grins, suddenly getting a surge of confidence. “we were going at it like animals, babe.”
you let out a soft chuckle. “sure, that’s where i’m going with this. what if we have sex? like, right now. the body remembers, right? even if the mind doesn’t.”
shota doesn’t feel like a huge pervert anymore.
he stays silent for a moment. “are you sure?”
”yeah, i’m sure,” you respond immediately. shota nods.
”okay. let me undress you.”
he moves closer to you on the bed, reaching out to fiddle with the hem of your shirt.
shota’s movements are slow, soft… gentle: he’s being so careful, so considerate — and he’s only removing your clothes.
he slides your pants off with your now soaked panties.
”beautiful. you’re just as beautiful as i remembered,” shota whispers, gently massaging your inner thighs with his fingers.
you lie down, propping yourself up on your elbows. you spread your legs to accommodate him, urging him to touch you where you need him most.
shota twitches in his pants, his desire burning hot as you spread your legs for him. he can't wait any longer. not when he finally has you close again.
shota leans down to capture your lips in a hungry, yet sweet, kiss. he licks along your bottom lip, deepening the kiss by slipping his tongue inside your welcoming mouth. his hands explore your body, gently traveling over your soft waist and stomach.
he moves his hands down to his pants, palming himself through the fabric before zipping his fly down. he has to break the kiss so he can slide his jeans and boxers off at once.
you gasp softly at the sight of him bare in front of you. "you're gorgeous, shota.."
"thank you, angel," he smiles. he wraps his fingers around the base of his length, giving it a few strokes before reaching for a condom. "just to be safe," he says, quickly rolling it on.
he guides himself to your entrance, pushing his tip past your folds without missing a beat.
he listens to your soft moans, pushing himself deeper inside you. "i'm so sensitive, it.. feels so good," he gasps. you try to push your hips against him more, needing him deeper.
he leans down, pressing his lips on yours again. the kiss gets desperate fast, your tongues pressing against each other in a dance of desire and need.
"missed this.. missed you,” shota sighs against your lips as he bottoms out fully. "my perfect girl..." he starts moving with a slow pace, his thrusts reaching deep inside you.
“shota,” you moan, and it's like a switch is flipped inside of him.
he picks up the pace of his thrusts and looks down, smirking at the sight of his cock bullying its way deeper in your cunt. ”look at you, so fucked out for me already..." he smirks, yet his voice stays gentle.
"can't see me, don't know about that." you breathe out in response.
"oh, babe, i'll just have to show you, then." he grins and pulls out. he sits down on the bed, and signs for you to get up. "sit on my lap, back against my chest," he instructs.
you do as he tells you, moving closer to him. you look up, and notice a full body mirror in front of you. how did you miss that?
you settle on his lap, slowly inching yourself down on his dick. the sight is too hot to handle, and you quickly avert your gaze from the mirror, away from where you're connected with him.
“don’t be shy now, sweetheart,” shota coos at you, gently lifting your chin to make you look at yourself in the mirror.
"so, so beautiful," he whispers, his warm breath tickling your ear. shota reaches his hand between your thighs, and spreads your folds with two fingers. "look at that, baby, you look so perfect around me... taking me so well."
shota moves his hands to rest on your waist as he thrusts up into you. "watch, sweetie," he commands softly, making sure you keep your eyes on the mirror.
he moves one of his hands between your bodies. he begins rubbing circles on your clit. he gently flicks the sensitive bud, making you clench around him.
“see? this pussy remembers me, baby. you’re taking my dick so well,” he hums, and you moan at his words.
shota smiles proudly as he hears your moans. "it's good, yeah? you're doing great, angel. i'll make sure it feels good..."
you feel something bubbling up in your lower stomach, your muscles tensing slightly. you grind your hips against him needily, trying to take him deeper.
"oh? is my sweet girl getting close?" shota hums.
"i think so," you breathe out.
you feel the pleasure building up and you rut your hips up, chasing the feeling of his fingers on your clit.
shota feels mean. he wants to let you cum, wants to let you feel the pleasure and know how good he makes you feel but... he can't help that he's feeling mean. he removes his fingers from your clit, removing the stimulation that helps you get closer to the edge.
you let out a desperate whine, rolling your hips up again, as if it'd make him return his previous movements.
shota shakes his head, looking at you through the mirror. "not yet, pretty girl. i want you to feel every ounce of the pleasure i'm giving you."
"please, sho, don't be mean," you whine, trying to grind yourself against him in a desperate attempt to feel the pleasure he was giving you.
"mean? sweetie, i'm trying to make it feel better for you." shota blinks, feigning innocence.
you watch him through the mirror, your eyes focused on the way his hands travel on his thighs as he tries not to touch you. he's trying to stop himself, though his control is cracking as he looks at you.
"you look so pretty for me like this," he sighs. unable to control himself any longer, he brings his hand back to your clit, returning to his earlier ministrations.
he rolls his hips, making his cock hit all the sweet spots inside you. you let out a louder moan, feeling the bubble inside you build up again.
yet again, for the second time, shota has to ruin it. and this time it feels even more frustrating.
"not yet, baby, gotta wait," shota hums, so sweet you almost forget the reason he's saying it.
"please, shota, can't wait any longer," you whine, rubbing your cunt against him in a weak attempt to get some friction.
"hmm, i don't know."
"sho, i want it so bad," you cry out, almost desperately. his eyes soften. he can't bring himself to be mean to you anymore.
"okay, baby. cum for me, let go," he whispers directly in your ear. his fingers are back on your clit in seconds, the pace of his rubbing just the way you like it.
your pussy clenches around him as you let go, releasing your pleasure over him. shota continues rubbing your clit through the waves of pleasure you feel, trying to prolong your orgasm.
"doing so well for me, sweetie. my pretty girl," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses along your neck.
"shota, 't's too much," you whine as the intense pleasure wears off, and he gently removes his fingers from your pretty cunt. you stay still for a moment, grounding yourself as the slight overstimulation from his movements still lingers.
he starts to lift you off of him but you quickly shake your head. "no, sho, i want to make you cum like this too. i can take it."
"you sure?" shota asks with a soft breath.
"i'm so sure. let me make you feel good," you reassure him. shota nods.
you roll your hips softly, moaning as you feel the aftermath of your own orgasm. shota twitches inside you, his hands gripping the bed sheets.
you look at the sight in the mirror — both of you all sweaty and sticky, bodies pressed against each other.. it's all so intimate, so loving. shota lies his head on your shoulder, and lets out soft moans. "i'm close already, so so close," he whimpers.
you roll your hips, more controlled this time. his moans become high pitched and needy, his hips thrusting up uncontrollably.
”i'm so close,” he whimpers again, to which you respond by completely lifting yourself off him. he whines desperately, lifting his hips to chase your cunt.
you gently push his hips back down. ”be patient, sho'," you hum.
”wanna cum..” he says with a slight whine.
"uh-huh, baby? you do?" you coo and he nods frantically.
"you didn't let me cum so easily, what makes you think i'll let you?" you say, almost too mean.
he lets out a soft whimper. "i'm sorry, baby, please let me cum, i need it," he begs.
"do you think you deserve it?" you question.
"yes, yes, i do, i'll... i'll be so good, please," he whines. "i'm sorry for not letting you release, please.."
you can't help but soften and let go of your plan at his whines. you sink back on him, and his hips strut upwards as the intense pleasure courses through his body again.
"i- i'm going to cum, please, can i?" he moans as you roll your hips faster this time.
"yes, baby, you can cum. been good for me, let go," you breathe out.
shota buries his face in your shoulder, his hot breath fanning your skin as his orgasm gets closer. he bucks his hips upwards and lets out soft whimpers, his whole body shaking as he cums. he doesn't stop the thrusts of his hips, riding out his orgasm with you.
"fuck, i missed this pretty pussy so much," he sighs, his breathing heavy. "always making me feel so good... can't wait for your memory to come back.. though you better know i'll make the most out of this. i love you, my sweet angel. don't say it back until you remember, mkay?"
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shota gently lifts you off him, holding your hand as he helps you to the bathroom. he prepares a bath for you both and helps you in.
"i hope i didn't make you uncomfortable," shota says softly as he steps in the bath with you. "i mean, considering that this was kind of our first time having sex. for you. since you forgot. i'm sorry, you know what i mean, i'm just.. i'm rambling because i'm nervous. you mean a lot to me. sorry, i'll be quiet.."
"sho, you didn't make me uncomfortable, i'm the one who suggested this," you reassure, gently placing your hand on his arm. "don't be nervous, okay? i honestly.. i remember liking you. a lot. from when we were friends."
"you do?" he asks, lifting his gaze to look into your eyes.
you nod, holding his gaze. "i do. and... you'll be the first to know when my memory comes back."
shota smiles widely. "i... i'd do it all for you again. if your memory doesn't come back, i'll... take you out on these cute dates and buy you flowers. i'll make you feel as loved as you deserve. though i'll do that even if your memory does come back."
"pfft, you're so cheesy," you grin. shota chuckles at your statement.
"maybe. maybe that's what i've always been like. or maybe that's how you were, before you forgot it all.
you'll just have to wait and find out."
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a/n: AAAAAA!!!!!! i'm so so excited to share this with you all!! i’m also writing day 20 with shota, stay tuned!! possibly more of sub!shota coming up..
extra thanks to @kissoulie for beta reading this for me, love you !! <3