You huddled into Shinichiroโs side as he handed the money to the teen in charge of handing out tickets, and he slung his arm over your shoulder and pulled you further into him.
The sound of giggles from beside the both of you made you lean forward, and your eyes narrowed at the sight of the two giggling girls. Their eyes were focused on Shinichiroโs face, and he was oblivious as always as he spoke with the ticket attendant.
โIs that his girlfriend?โ
Their attention briefly shifted to you, and you made sure to give them the nastiest look you could muster.
โNo, thatโs his sister. I went to high school with them. Sheโs just always up his ass.โ
โOh, so heโs single!โ
โShin,โ you looked up at him, and he hummed before turning to look down at you, a lazy smile on his face. โCan we get snacks, too?โ
โOf course.โ He grabbed the tickets from the employee, and you threw another glare their way as the two of you walked towards the concession stand. โHey.โ Shinichiro nudged you as you both waited in line, and his fingers tilted your chin up so he could look at you. โWhatโs wrong? Whyโre you frowned up?โ
โIt doesnโt matter.โ He looked at you for a second before his eyes moved to someone behind you, and your frown deepened at the sound of the two girls voices. He looked back to you, understanding clear on his face, and ducked his head down so his lips were beside your ear.
โYou jealous, princess?โ
You made a face as if to say โobviouslyโ, and Shinichiro huffed out a laugh before standing up straight, his arm slipping from your shoulders so he could grab your hand in his. โYou donโt have to be, you know that.โ His lips pulled into a smile. โIโll always be here.โ He pressed his forehead to yours, either oblivious or not caring of how damning this position looked, and your eyes caught on the chain swinging from around his neck, your initials dangling from it.
โI know that.โ you toyed with the pendants. โBut what if..โ you trailed off, not wanting to finish the thought, but as aloof as Shinichiro sometimes acted, he was always able to pick up on things like this when it came to you.
โIf I get a girlfriend?โ You nodded, lips downturned in a pout as your eyes meet his; pools of black that you always found yourself drowning in intently watching you. โWhy do I need that when Iโve got everything I need right here, hm?โ His lips met the corner of your mouth, and your stomach tightened as you grasped the sides of his jacket and buried your face in his chest.
โShinnn.โ He laughed and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, slowly walking you backwards as the line moved up.
โShinichiro?โ
You stiffen up at the voice โthe same voice from earlierโ and Shinichiroโs arms tighten around you to keep you from turning around.
โThatโs me, yeah.โ Once heโs sure youโre gonna keep put, he loosens his grip, one hand coming up to rest against the back of your neck.
โUm, I was wonderinโโฆif you maybe wanted to, um, see this movie with me?โ You slipped your arms around his waist and moved even closer to him.
โIโm sorry, sweetheart,โ you wanted to tell him not to be so nice to her, especially when she was offering to take him to a movie now of all times. Were you invisible? Could she not see you? You went to turn around and make sure she never forgot your face when Shinichiro tightened his grip on your neck, his chin resting on top of your head as he murmured a low โitโs okayโ, and just like that you were content again. โBut Iโm here with my sister.โ
You smiled against his chest and let out a quiet โhmphโ.
โOh! Well, what movie are you two seeing? I can switch myโโ
โShin.โ He runs his thumb along the column of your neck.
โโM trying.โ
โโticket and we can do it that way?โ
โUh, itโs a date thing. For bonding, you get it? So..โ Fed up of the situation, you pulled your head back and turned to give the girl a cold glare.
โSo fuck off. He doesnโt want a date with you. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.โ Her eyes widened in shock, and you couldnโt find it in yourself to care when tears pooled in her eyes, instead snagging Shinichiroโs hand and dragging him up to the counter. When you finally chanced a glance up at him he was already looking at you, eyebrows pinched together as he gave you a disapproving look. โWhat, Shin? You wouldnโt say it, so I did.โ You rattled off your order to the boy working the register and fished Shinichiroโs wallet out of his pocket.
โYou coulda been nice about it.โ
You handed the money over before putting his wallet back. โYouโre not nice when you scare off any guy thatโs interested in me.โ A sheepish smile overtakes his face as he runs a hand through his hair, more than likely thinking over all the times heโs used his position as the leader of a gang to intimidate any guy that so much as looked in your direction, and if he wasnโt using status he was siccing Benkei and Wakasa on them, two people that thought it was hilarious to watch fully grown men stumble over themselves just from a glance at the two former gang leaders themselves.
โThatโs different,โ He slipped his hand from yours to gather the popcorn and multitude of snacks you had ordered, and you grabbed ahold of the back of his jacket as you both made your way to the designated theatre. โthose guys arenโt good for you.โ
โNeither are those girls.โ you huffed as you plopped down into the seat just as the lights dimmed in the room, and Shinichiro took the seat beside you, placing the soda down in the cup holder before kicking his feet up on the empty seat in front of him. He grabs a handful of popcorn as he swivels his head around to face you, leaning in close so he can be heard over the sound of the opening credits.
โI know that, and thatโs why Iโm here with you.โ Your hand full of gummy bears paused on the way to your mouth, and you met his gaze, breathing in deep through your nose as you did. โSo stop being so damn mean to every girl that talks to me, yeah?โ You jerk back when he tosses a piece of popcorn at you, his laugh flooding your ears a second alter, and before you can retaliate and throw it back, he takes a quick glance around the theatre before leaning down and placing his lips on yours, free hand coming up to cup the back of your head.
You instantly melt into the kiss, finger hooking into the collar of his v-neck to pull him closer, and he lets you, mouth opening when your tongue runs along the seam of his lips. You moan into his mouth as you try to get even closer, the gummy bears that were clutched in your fist dropping to the floor so it can tangle in his hair, and he groans when you tug on the strands.
The bucket of popcorn he was holding is displace as he tries to unhook your hands from him, and once he turns his head to the side, you trail your kisses down the side of his neck, lips ghosting over the racing pulse in his neck.
โHold on,โ His skin heats under your touch, and your hand thatโs hooked in his shirt drops down to his lap, palm smoothing over the growing bulge in his jeans. โprincess, wait.โ
โShin,โ your voice is just as breathless as his, and his eyes droop as he takes hold of your hand and stands from his seat, pulling you up with him. โShin?โ You donโt get a reply, but when he tugs you out of the theatre and down the hall towards the women's bathroom โthat being the nearest oneโ youโre able to answer your own unsaid question.
The stall door bangs against the wall as the both of you stumble through it, and Shinichiro kicks it shut before sliding the lock into place just as you slide to your knees, hands fumbling to undo the clasp of his jeans. Just as eager as you, he pushes your hands to the side and quickly undoes the button, wasting no time in pushing his jeans and boxers down to the middle of his thighs.
You balance on the balls of your feet as you take his half-hard cock into your mouth, tongue running along the underside of it as you moan around him, loving the way you can feel him growing inside your mouth.
โShit..โ One hand bunches his shirt up, letting you see the way the muscles in his stomach contract each time you take him to the back of your throat, nose pushed into black curls that smell of Dove, while the other holds onto the wall to keep him upright. You pop him out your mouth and wrap your hand around him, head ducking down to lick and suck at his balls while you jerk him off, and he curses again as he bucks into your hand.
You glance up at him, and he opens his mouth to say something when the sound of laughing suddenly floods the bathroom, and he tries to pull you up by your arm, but you only flash him a smile before burying his cock down your throat. His jaw clenches as his eyes snap shut, and you bob your head back and forth as you tune out the conversation going on a few feet from the two of you, only tuning in when you make out Shinichiroโs name.
โI told you he was gonna say no.โ
โI still wanted to ask. His sister didnโt have to be such a bitch about it,โ You roll your eyes at the insult, lips wrapping around the tip of his cock as you suck hard, getting a muted grunt in return. โsheโs so weird. Itโs like she has a crush on him or something.โ
You lick up the length of him, his eyes focused on your mouth, and his stomach concaves when your hand cups his heavy balls. โPoor guy. Sheโs probably the reason why Iโve never seen him with a girlfriend. She scares โem all off.โ
โOr maybe heโs just gay.โ
โShi, shut up.โ
โWhat? Itโs a possibility!โ
Shinichiroโs cheeks tint pink as his head tips back, a low thud sounding from his head making contact with the stall door, and you take him into the back of your throat once again, eyes squeezing shut as you swallow down ropes of cum, fingers massaging his balls to make sure you get every last drop out.
โA possibility I donโt wanna think about.โ
You pull back off his softening cock, making sure to press a kiss to the sensitive head, and he hisses through his teeth at the feeling. You stand up, stretching to reach his face, and smash your lips to his, your tongue pushing the remnants of his cum into his mouth.
โEven if he isnโt, which he probably is, youโre not getting a chance with him with his sister hanging off his dick all the time.โ You pull back to take a much needed breath, and this time itโs Shinichiroโs turn to chase your lips, one hand curling around the back of your neck to keep you in place. โMight as well just give up and date me instead.โ
โ...โ
โWhy arenโt you saying anything?โ
โDid you bring lip-gloss?โ
โDonโt change the subject!โ
You let out a gasp when your back hits the wall, Shinichiroโs hands yanking the skirt you wore up and over your hips. His lips move from yours to trail up to your ear, fingers slipping past the hem of your panties to circle around your throbbing clit, and you just barely bite back a moan when his fingers slip further down and dip into your clenching hole. โShh, you gotta be quiet, princess.โ
He pulls his hand away, and before a complaint can leave your mouth he pushes his wet fingers inside, his other hand quickly diving into your panties instead. He presses down on your tongue as three fingers push up into you, and you set your foot on the toilet seat to give him more room to work, your lashes fluttering when his palm grinds into your clit.
โโyou think heโs a virgin?โ
โI donโt think about him and his virginity, actually.โ
Your hands clutched onto his shirt as his fingers curl up inside you, pads of his fingers brushing against that gummy spot that has your eyes crossing and drool dripping down your chin, thighs trembling as the need to come gets stronger and stronger.
โYeah, โcause youโre too busy drooling overโโ
โDonโt.โ
โโWakasa.โ Shinichiro pushes his fingers deeper into your mouth, effectively silencing the cry that would have sounded out when his fingers slip from your cunt and trail up to your clit, rubbing quick, tight circles into it. โYou know that girl likes him. Whatโs her name? Senju? Sheโll beat your ass as soon as you breathe in his direction.โ
โIโm going home. Find another ride back to campus.โ
โWhat?!โ
He buries his face into your neck as your nails bite into his skin, the thin material of his shirt doing nothing to protect him, lips pressed right to your ear as he whispers out, โcome for meโ. Their voices fade as they leave the bathroom, and Shinichiro slips his fingers from your mouth to instead tilt your head up, his eyes boring into yours as you come with a loud cry of his name.
His fingers still as he noses at your cheek, and your foot drops to the floor as you fight to catch your breath. He pulls his hand from your underwear to fix your clothing, doing the same to his own, and he lets out a breathy laugh at your still dazed expression. โCโmon,โ his hand takes ahold of yours. โwe can probably still catch the movie.โ
synopsis: bajiโs pretty n spoiled pup needs to learn a lesson or two.
warning: baji n reader are both in their 20โs, pet play ! (use of the pet name puppy n pup), the terms โpuppy cuntโ and โbreeding muttโ are used, stern dom!baji, yet heโs still a pussydrunk pushover <3, SUB!READER, praise, slight (?) degradation, dumbification, creampie ๐ฅง (lowkey breeding kink). MINORS DNI 18+ (i will eat u)
sarโs note: i asked 4 ideas n blair gave me dis one. someone send me another idea. feedback appreciated ๐
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he was on some โimportant phone call,โ whatever that means, thatโs just what he told you. those words didnโt rid of the dull ache in your already-soaked cunt and tummy, youโre too pent up. you need his help.
โkei,โ you whimper, crawling over to where he stands with his phone pressed to his ear. he looks down, eyes widening to see your moving body dressed in a tight tank top n cute panties. he presses a finger to his lips, signifying his need for you to stay quiet. โbutโฆโ you pout, tears filling your eyes.
and baji realizesโ the only way to keep you quiet was to stuff your mouth with his dick. he huffs, quietly, obliging with a hint of irritation in his movements. he pulls his sweats down, freeing his half hard cock nearly hissing at the cold air hitting it. he watches your eyes light up with joy, quickly taking the sensitive length into your hand and stroking it up and down at a quick pace.
he knows you canโt help it, he knows you crave the attention, he knows that your dumb little puppy brain barley knows whatโs happening and that youโre cockdrunk just at the sight of him. that doesnโt make this any easier, though. it especially doesnโt help after you trap the head of his cock into your drooling mouth. his first instinct is to let out a chest rumbling groan, but he canโt. not while in the middle of an โextremely importantโ phone call.
you look up at him through your long, wet lashes, and he crumbles. he quickly asks if he can call the faceless stranger back in a few minutes, tossing his phone on to the couch before nearly growling at you. you giggle at him, stroking his drool-soaked cock in your soft hands.
โyou think this is funny?โ he grunts, hands moving to cup your cute lil face, forcing you to look at him. โslobbering all over my cock โcause your poor lil cunt cant handle being empty for 20 minutes?โ he inspects your face, your doe eyes and your mouth cracked open slightly and the apparent spit on your chin. he coos, eyes softening at the sight of his pretty pup, โgod, so fuckinโ cuteโฆ even if youโre a spoiled little brat.โ
his words send shockwaves straight to your soaked pussy, needing some type of friction more and more as each second passes. you nod and whine as he smooshes your cheeks together, โkeiii, jusโ wanted your cock! please?โ
a soft โuh-uhโ emits from his lips and youโre, yet again, on the verge of tears, huffing and puffing with a big scowl. you let your hand trail down to your wet panties, grinding against it desperately, whining out words incoherently.
โstop that.โ he groans, cock twitching at your despaired acts. he canโt help it when you look all helpless and cock hungry. he pulls you up with ease, โyouโre acting like a bitch in heat, you want my cock that bad?โ
you nod, sniffling, you canโt think of a time where you wanted his cock more than thisโ though there definitely were times where you wanted him more, but your brain was mush. you can only think to be here. in the moment with your pussy leaking and his pretty, pretty cock only a few inches away.
he sighs, taking your hand and guiding you into your shared bedroom. โpromise youโll be good for me?โ
your stomach does backflips, he crackedโฆ again. at this rate, you know youโll be able to get anything from your handsome boyfriend as long as youโre together. you squeal, โโcourse! promise, keisuke! โll be good for you, whatever you want, jusโ fuck me please!โ
exhaling, he knows youโre lying but he canโt find it in him to care anymore. his cock feels like it might bust if he didnโt bury himself inside you within the next few seconds. with that, he quickly pushes you face first into the bed, hand holding you down as the other pulls down your panties.
โmaybe fucking a few loads of cum into this puppy cunt might make you behave, yeah? turn you into my lil breeding mutt?โ his brain is numb upon shoving his cock into your tight cunt. now itโs his turn to not think. your loud moan makes him chuckle, giving your ass a small slap. โgood pup, taking my cock without any prep. this what you wanted?โ
you cry out his name, tears staining the smooth bed sheets. it feels good, yes, but you canโt get the words out. you can nearly feel him in your throat with the way heโs vastly fucking into you. his deep groans and his fat cock stretching your gummy walls outโ all of it was too good.
you can feel every protruding vein of his length imprint into the velvet walls of your pussy when you clench around him. โfuck yes, puppy, do it again. tight lil cunt feels so fuckinโ good.โ he moans.
he can imagine what you look like right now: eyes rolled to the back of your head, drool slipping out of your mouth, eyebrows knitted in pleasure. it all gets him closer to filling your pussy to the brim.
and with every impressive stroke, the tip of his length bumps your cervix. he never misses a beat, he never missed that spot. it all comes so quickโ your ears ring and the knot in your stomach tightens up.
โk-kei! gunna cu-cum!โ you sob, lifting your head as your hands have a death grip on the sheets. โplease, donโt stop, f-fuck!โ
he grips the plush flesh of your ass, squeezing it tightly and keeping his pace constant. โyeah? gonna cum on my cock? gonna give me everything you got?โ the urgency in his voice signaling heโs near his release, too. he wonโt make it much longer after you.
you nod, but he canโt tell with your back arching and your entire body writhing beneath him. you give your warning before abruptly creaming all over his cock, violently shaking and crying as you clamp down around him. your orgasm feeling so powerful, like a tidal wave washing over.
you donโt recover quick enough to hear baji groan out that heโs cumming or feel him still deep inside you, emptying his warm load out, but you do hear the words that follow a few seconds after he comes down from his high.
โdonโt fall asleep on me now, pretty,โ he pants. โdonโt think thereโs enough cum inside of youโฆ i think we needa give you a few more, yeah?โ you whimper and he lets out a mocking coo.
โcโmon, pup, you begged for my cock. who am i to deny my spoiled little brat?โ he grits through his teeth, feeling his warm cum coat his shaft once thrusting back into you.
โaw, pretty puppyโฆ youโre gonna feel me for days once iโm done with you.โ
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if you could describe your hatred for ran haitani, youโd spend daysโdecades outlining the way your teeth grit as soon as you see him, stomach rotting to your spine whenever youโd even put a mortal thought into your head about him.
โhi prettyโ ran sneers, propping up on his pretty older style mustang, quiet and sharp on the outside but loudโwhen it mattered.
โnoโ you reply back, walking past him and heading towards your apartment, internally rolling your eyes when you feel his stare drive daggers in your back.
โyou werenโt saying that the other night, it was more like ran faster, ran fuck me pleaseโ he chuckles, holding his hand over his mouth to mask the growing laugh.
you stand still in your tracks, craning your head in his direction โshut upโ you mumble, fully facing him watching his smirk grow deeper โbut you like when i talk, how loud i get fuckinโ that pretty pussy.โ
you could say you hate ran haitaniโbut how he fucks you, you tolerate him just a little bit.
ran steps closer to you, his dress shoes clicking against the concrete ground, a hand shoved in his tight pressed suit, the other coming up to tightening๏ฟผ his tie โcome by laterโ you whisper, his lazy smug eyes raking over your body, heโs so close and so fucking handsome maybe thatโs why you stay frozen as his hand presses against your stomach.
โneed something before i leaveโ he smiles, dipping his fingers down your shorts and sliding his fingers through your folds, plunging deeper till a squeak bounces off your chest, satisfied ran pulls them out as quick as he shoved them in.
โsee yaโ he winks, popping the soaked digits in his mouth and turning around, you do hate ran so much but your pussy says otherwise.
โi hate youโ you mutter, kneeling before ran in your bedroom, the low lights casted across his lazy smirk โis that right? why is my cock in your mouth then?โ ran coos, gripping your head and pushing you harder on his length.
doesnโt matter what your answer is, itโs gurgled through his cock and vibrated through his ego, he lets a moan slip through his lips and your thighs clench together.
when did this all start you think, remembering the puddle thought of ran standing in the corner of a friends party, his signature loafing smile etched across his cheeksโyou didnโt like the way he talked, the way his arms were candied with other people but he wouldnโt stop staring at you.
and he even had the audacity to swap spit with other people, fingers crawling on anotherโs skin but at the end of the night he was under the covers with youโmaking you cum on his cock, fingers, tongue.
โgonna swallow like the good little slut you are?โ ran breaks your thoughts, gripping your jaw with his slender fingers โbe my good girl?โ he smiles down at you and your eyes roll โnot yoursโ you mumble through his cock.
โreally? because i fuck you like you areโ ran shoves his cock deep in your mouth, length pushing past your tongue as he ruts quicker in the warm hole, a choked moan resounds through his chest, head thrown back while he shoots his hot cum seeping down your throat.
he pulls out agonizingly slow from your swollen lips, smirking as the corners of your mouth drip with his cumโcock already swelling again when you swallow, mesmerized by the little left but ran doesnโt mind crashing his lips on yours.
โi should just leave you like thisโ ran looks down at you, running his thumb over your bottom lip โsluts like you donโt deserve to cum.โ you snarl back at him, turning your head away from him and muttering curses under your breath.
he crawls back on the bed, stripping bare in the wake of your knees still grounded to the floorโyou watch ran prop up against the wall, stroking his stiff cock โwanna cum? get off on my cockโ he smirks, and itโs nauseating how your body moves on it's own, clothes dropping beside his and slithering on him without hesitation.
โgood girlโ his eyes cast a selfish glow while you hover over his cock, using his broad shoulders for leverage as you sink down on his length, a groan vibrating through the air when heโs met with your tight velvet walls.
โas much as iโve fucked you by now you shouldnโt be this fucking tightโ ran oozes the words out, soft lingers of praise filter through your ears till recollections of who he isโhit you.
โdo you ever stop talking? youโd be the best fuck toy if youโd just shut upโ you grit back, holding your tongue flat in your mouth with the amount of venom lashing through your teeth, ran squeezes your hips once heโs found a sweet spot to hold on to โiโm sorry sweetheart but thatโs not gonna happen.โ
โf-fuck youโ you stammer, slowly rolling your hips against his lap, the curve of his cock kissing your sweeter spots โi wish iโd never fucked you in the first placeโ you add, gaping at his face lower and gripping your tit within his mouth, he laughs softly โcock hungry whore now? probably gotta just think about me to even cum on your own.โ
โn-no, i think about other peopleโ ran pulls from your mounds automatically at the words, anger glaring in his violet orbs โiโm not enough? donโt i fuck you till you canโt walk every fucking time?โ his fingers bleed into your plush thighs, and you know, just knowโhow much that truly angers ran haitani.
because if pride doesnโt swell his chest every time he gets a call from you, the chance to ruin you whenever he canโthe ego heโs built does but the mere thought of someone else touching you? it doesnโt settle well in his gut.
โthis pussy is mine, you should know that by nowโ ran bucks his hips, the angle of his cock erupting a gasp from your core, you narrow your eyes at him clenching harder and staring him down โprove itโ you provoke, knowing the consequences will make you cum even harder.
ran laughs, an evilโtainted roar excludes from his mouth โiโll fuck you stupidโ he lifts you from his lap, pushing you against the bed, legs thrown sharply over his shoulder.
the weight of your body concaves in your chest as ran presses his body closer to you, splitting your cunt open with his cock, ran lips brush across your own, โyou donโt even deserve to be kissed just fucked like a whoreโ ran snaps his hips, your hands fly to his neck gripping the back of his hair.
โbut you canโt get enough can you? always wanting to come over and fuck meโ you spit back, parting your lips for the upcoming moan rippling through your lungs, ran has a smug smile sewed to his lips, not responding and only fucking your harder into the mattress.
โi feel you clenching around me, you wanna cum? better fucking begโ ran snakes his hands down to your thighs, railing you harder till he feels his cock twtiching for release.
you want to cum but thatโd only feed his ego, and give him a reason to hold it over your head but it feels goodโso fucking good, and ran looks good, like a god above you, pounding harder, hips out of rythm chasing his own high.
ran doesnโt even tell you, shooting his hot load inside your walls, and the mess makes you clench harder, so wet and drooling from your hole, but ran doesnโt stopโhe keeps moving because he wants to hear it.
โwhy are you like this?โ you whine, holding off your orgasm at its head, halting the pleasure away but knowing ran will keep going till heโs spent.
โim going to fuck you till you like meโ he pants, a smile bleeding through his lips when another orgasm trembles his stomach, quakes of pleasure trickle through your legs.
โmake me cumโ you whimper, finally admitting your defeat to ran haitani and most painfullyโyour surrender of liking your most hated enemy.
โ Couldn't get this out of my mind so enjoy! Also, funny story: I was writing this while my super catholic mother was telling me why premarital sex and m*sturbation are morally wrong๐ง๐ฝโโ๏ธ
โ CW: Virgin Taiju, pussy job, afab reader.
โ A/N: Not relevant but I scored a date with a Dilf today. He's coming to pick me up in a few minutes (๏ฝกโขฬแด-)โง
Minors, blank blogs and ageless blogs DNI
Virgin!Taiju who doesn't really let your make out sessions go any further than some intense kissing and grinding against each other.
He tells, asks you to wait until marriage, saying he doesn't want you to regret anything, despite knowing you're far more experienced than him. He's trying to be a better man, but it's hard to not give in with the way you moan into his mouth, pressing your clothed pussy on his hardened cock.
Virgin!Taiju whose mind is so clouded by lust that he agrees to let you give him a pussy job. You're so wet you can easily move your hips back and forth, enjoying the friction his cock gives you, hus hands holding onto your hips and leaving crescent moons behind.
His breathing quickly becomes labored, he's hypnotized by the sight of you and is trying, he's trying so hard to not come on the spot. But your soft whines are something he doesn't think he can get enough of. He loves the feeling of your hands on his chest, holding onto him for stability. He feels hismoth salivate at the sight of your tits bouncing with each of your movements. He wonders how being inside you must feel like, if having you rubbing your slick pussy on his cock already feels heavenly.
He's big and strong and handsome but oh so inexperienced. He soon becomes a whimpering mess, letting out grunts and gasping for air, his eyes rolling back in pleasure and hips moving erratically. Before he realizes, he's made a mess of himself, but can't get himself to stop you, especially after you've collected his cum with your fingers and sucked the clean, your eyes fixated on his, a small smirk on your lips, your hips still moving and chasing your own high.
He turns i to an overstimulated mess, whimpers and grunts coming out of his mouth against his will, skin flushed and legs trembling, but he is still so fucking hard and can't get enough of this, enough of you.
Meanwhile you wonder if he'd fall for "just the tip".
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pairing: pianist!hanma x fem!reader, strangers to lovers
genre: smut/pwp; DNI unless you are 20+ (I will block all ageless/minor/empty blogs too)
wc: ~5.9k words
tw/cw: reader is a protective detail of some sort, pining, smoking (cigarette usage), male/female masturbation (reader isn't aware that they're masturbating to each other), dom/sub dynamics with a bit of switching (mainly dom!hanma and sub!reader), cunninglus (fem-receving), fingering, petnames, denial, dacryphilia, teasing / taunting, oral fixation, hand kink, begging, spit kink, cockwarming, penetration (doggy, standing up) degradation, voyeurism & exhibitionism [in nature], safe word is given (not used), impact play (ass), breath play, creampies, soft aftercare, hanma as his own warning, and as always, let me know if i've missed anything!
didn't realize it was hanma's birthday today/tomorrow when I started writing this on Saturday, so here you go!
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Work is work.
Itโs a monotonous phone call of instructions and grey details that youโll eventually get later in stacks of papers and tiny font.
Sometimes your clients are high-profile while some of them are not soโฆ nice people. Rarely, youโll get someone who is a crude mix of both. While all of them blend together at some point, they offer no stimulation to your mind nor personal connection, even with the ones who youโve chaperoned for long periods of time.
You wish you could stop inviting loneliness in for tea, so youโve grown to view them as dollar signs instead.
Your duties are clear: safely accompany your client, Hanma Shuji, a famous pianist, during his stay here. Be his neighbour, be his fucking driver; be stuck to him the entire time.
The obvious doesnโt dawn on you at first, holding the car door open as the masked individual clambers in. Itโs a bit cold out, so heโs dressed warmly from head to toe. The introductions are brief, and youโre a little sad that maybe heโs just another digit in your bank account. The both of you sit diagonally across from each other and remain uncomfortably silent the entire ride, your client typing away on his phone. He eventually yanks his mask down, revealing a pretty face thatโs relatively younger than your previous clients. The poor guy has trouble typing with his gloves on and you have to bite your lip to keep yourself from bursting out laughing.
He kisses his teeth from frustration and ends up whipping them off into the seat next to him.
The urge to laugh disappears, replaced with quite a huge resistance to not press your thighs against each other right there. His hands are big, almost engulfing his entire phone in his palms. His knuckles are still flushed from the biting-cold, but itโs really the tattoos on his hands that have you mesmerized.
You tear your gaze away and throw it towards the window, missing the smirk that spreads on his face. The back of your mind blinks neon-yellow at you, though you canโt help but think about them for the rest of your ride, even all the way until itโs time for him to head to the first venue.
Hanma is booked for a private performance tonight for some esteemed officials. The suffocation of this pompous ocean lets you listen-only for the most part. You wish you could appreciate the classical art more, wish you could understand why this man travelled far and wide to play in your city. Youโre wading through the crowd, practically shoulder-to-shoulder with the guests, but as soon as the lights come down for his last song, you freeze on your feet, the sea making space in front of you, welcoming you to the shore.
Tranquil notes fill a room with bated breaths.
Silken threads glitter under the scorching spotlight, beads of salinity coating his forehead as his fingers crossed ivory and obsidian. Debussy floods into your system and pulls it into overdrive; youโre planted in a field of swaying tall-grass, only steps away from the door to his heart. The vert blades tickle your forearms, reeling you in closer till you can touch the rusty lock.
Tendrils of gold and black cradle his tense jaw, eyes shut tightly as he hunches over his lifeline. Youโre standing there in awe, fading into the emotion of his notes, watching him perform for the first time.
The room is confined to him.
A zephyr escapes you and you want to reach up to tug your piece of soul back to you, though you know you canโt.
Itโs his now.
His glasses are slipping closer and closer to the tip of his nose, and he ignores it, falling into the abyss of his craft. His chest cavity swells like a balloon with Rรชverie, and all it takes is the press of a key to anchor him again. You canโt even fathom tearing your gaze away from him anymore, watching his fingers imprint images into you.
The light applause breaks your trance and heat rises to your face when you realize heโs already stepping away from the piano, taking his bow. As he straightens his waist, his violet orbs shine in your direction.
One look at you tells him youโre filled with wonder; the mien in your eyes is a spectacle to behold even among the body of pretenders.
You idle for as long as he stands there, chatting with the guests. You can hear the conversations he shares with them through your ear piece, though if youโre entirely honest, theyโre boring you. Why do they talk about his past achievements and his future accomplishments? Why donโt they bask in the emotions that moved him tonight for them?
His eyes tell you he needs help from someone who wonโt shut up. Itโs a blunt interruption, an expertise of yours, that has the circle disbanding quickly; Hanma is inwardly thankful for you.
Despite his lovely performance, there is no moment of cogitation, his manager ripping him a new one. Their face is a fire-engine red, veins appearing at their necks as they spit, โYou played the wrong piece tonight, you and I both know it.โ
The walk back towards the car feels long, the pianistโs hands stuffed in his pockets to protect them from the chill of the night. His shrug is nonchalant, โWhatever, they liked it anyway.โ He fiddles with something in his pockets, pulling a box of cigarettes out.
โHey-โ Your body moves on its own at the raising of his managerโs voice, your hand rapidly reaching out to grip onto the wrist floating above Hanmaโs. His manager looks incredulously at you, โWhat the hell, take your hand off me!โ
The cigarette is loose between his fingers as he watches your orbs narrow. Hanma can see the pain that waltzes on his managerโs face. โI donโt care who hired me, but my duties are clear,โ You let go of his hand, your voice dropping low, โDonโt you dare fucking touch him.โ
Job or no job, your lack of hesitation to defend him stirred an unknown, dormant feeling inside Hanma. It feels strange and even more unusual to witness someone wanting to protect him. Someone who doesnโt know about him or his past, or what heโs capable of for that matter, blindly providing sanctuary.
His manager leaves in a huff.
With the regular driver gone for the night, you take the wheel. The passenger door opens and Hanma climbs in, catching you off-guard. Tufts of hair stick out from under his beanie, the end of his earring skirting against his shoulder. โYouโre staring.โ
You shake your head out of your stupor and start the ignition, letting the vehicle warm up. โYouโฆโ Your words leave you for a moment. โWhy are you sitting up here?โ
He rolls down the window and lights his cigarette. You wonder if the filter is soggy as he takes his first drag. โIโm attracted to you-โ You nearly smack the horn, diverting the urge by gripping the side of the wheel instead, โ-Your presence.โ
The correction does little to ease your heart.
He pipes up again, killing his first cigarette quickly, โYou didnโt have to do that - Iโm not a good person, yโknow.โ
โNone of my clients are.โ Your answer is quick, feeling like youโve practiced this conversation thousands of times. โIn fact, I donโt really care about you, your past, or whatever skeletons you have shoved 6-feet under,โ He fiddles with something metallic-sounding, and you note the little tin he keeps his cigarette butts in. You nod to it and smile, โBut, I do care about the you that lives in the now, and I currently donโt think youโre a bad person.โ
The beam you give off makes him want to take a nap atop fluffy grass, listening to the wind buzzing in his ears, as he lays under the sun; your warmth. He blinks back into reality, landing his sights on the silver box, catching your voice just in time to hear, โIf it matters at all, you played phenomenally tonight.โ You know youโre seizing the advantage of speaking more than 10-sentences to your client, but thereโs something in Hanma that fascinates and curbs you.
Maybe itโs the parallel youโve been searching for.
A delicate pink spreads across his cheeks, forcing him to look away. The car is warmed-up, and so are you.
Unfortunately, the adrenaline of your antics and conversation had kept you awake.
Youโre scrambling to get into the car. The first few buttons of your dress shirt are undone, your jacket is hanging off your forearm, and your neck scarf is folded into a neat square in your hand. โRough night?โ Your head snaps up at Hanmaโs voice.
The smirk on his face doesnโt help your fingers as they struggle to button your shirt. Your locks are still damp, droplets of water creating polka-dots on your dress shirt, and smelling of earthy coconut. Pale pink lace peeks at him, your velvet skin makes his cheeks swell with saliva. He observes you for a few minutes more, before reaching an irritated-state at the way your scarf doesnโt listen to your fingers.
You know heโll be the death of you as he leans over, deft fingers hovering below your chin. Soft pads tenderly tilt the bottom of your chin up, eliciting a shiver to run down your spine. โStop moving and let me help you.โ His voice is round and befitting of piano. Thereโs hope that he doesnโt know youโre holding a breath as he fixes your scarf around your shirt-collar. The expression on his face is serene and for a moment, youโre taken back to the grassy plain.
His pinkies accidentally brush over your collarbones through the fabric. You curse his long fingers, your eyes flitting to him only to immediately look away when you realize heโs also staring straight back at you. โToo tight?โ
Oh, how you wish this conversation couldโve gone any other way. You shake your head no, untrusting of your own vocals, and pull back to put your suit jacket on and ear piece in. It takes the entire car ride to convince yourself it was only his way of thanking you.
However, it takes only one other performance for you to drown underneath another thickness of desire.
Between opaque layers of drywall, your pleasure lies on the other side of the field. Placing your ear piece on to the bedside table, you practically throw your jacket and scarf off, undoing the first two buttons of your dress shirt as you fall on to your bed. You shuffle upwards until your back is squished into a pillow.
Heat surges through your body as you unbuckle your belt, your hand diving in to peel the lace away. You let out a sigh as you collect the slick that has accumulated, offering slight relief. You imagine lengthy, slender fingers in place of your own, delicate as they tap on your shielded-clit, lower lips plump and swollen as you tease yourself further. A sweet moan drips from your lips as you drag your finger down harder between your folds, hiccupping as you feel your slip, gathering it on two fingertips before hauling it back up to coat your swollen-bud. You imagine him panting above you as your walls hug and swallow his digits, and you let out a mewl, finally dipping fingers into your heat.
Thinking about him does you no good, only that youโre already half-way to your release and more, driving yourself insane over pools of purple and fingers that are infinitely longer than your own.
Hanma is the same (though his muted-ear piece is tucked in snuggly still) as he mirrors you, palming himself through his slacks. The fabric glides over his clothed-cock and he hisses at the mixed friction and how your mic catches the squelching happening in your room. The micro-glimpse of your skin was enough to intoxicate and he wonders how poisonous youโd be if you were squirming underneath him. He imagines heโs splitting you in half, sugary sighs aiming at him instead of through the damn piece of technology, but unlike you; he's unrushed.
He can hear the way your palm slaps against your clit with every plunge and, fuck, he canโt help it, he needs to fist himself the way he thinks your cunt would clamp down on him. Heโs not even three tugs in and you let out a saccharine whine, a whine that sounds vaguely like- โAh, fuuuck-โ And his breath hitches, โShuji!โ
Creamy lava overflows from the tip without warning, cascading over his knuckles and punishment.
Hanma shuts off the ear piece and cleans himself up. Itโs unfamiliar comprehension that you think about him as often as he did, but he hears his solid proof tonight.
He drifts to sleep while he thinks of a way to bridge your gap of longing.
Your arms are crossed over your chest as soon as you see a motorcycle in place of your regular car. A cheeky smile graces your vision and he holds out a helmet to you. โW-Where are we going?โ Itโs the cold that makes your teeth chatter, you swear.
He chuckles, tossing it at you anyway, โCome to the studio with me.โ
Youโve memorized his schedule like the back of your tattoo-less hand and know that wasnโt the plan for today. โWhat about your mana-โ
โFuck my manager.โ He scoffs, slipping his backpack off. โYou and I both donโt like pricks anyway.โ He hands you his backpack and you accept it along with his impromptu invitation. โYouโll enjoy this, I promise,โ The glimmer from his earring blinds you briefly, โItโs like youโll be having your ownโฆ tรชte-ร -tรชte show.โ
Youโve only rode a motorcycle once. Riding with Hanma, however, brings evocation like no other. Heโs warm and slightly shields you from the thrashing wind with his grand stature. He nudges you to stay closer to him when he starts feeling resistance, and youโre distracted with the way he speeds up the bike and the acceleration of your heart.
The studio is beautiful; large, floor-to-ceiling windows with minimal furniture as to not interrupt the acoustics of certain rooms. You marvel at the architecture, but Hanma thinks the most exquisite thing in here is you.
You, the relaxed-being standing by his Steinway & Sons, feeling the vibrations underneath your sweaty palms.
You donโt even realize your eyes are closed, but itโs better that way as Hanma gets to study the contours of your profile. The look on your face is different from any other critic he had to endure in his life. You, who knows next to nothing about the pieces being replicated, have all the feelings written on your skin. Your brows curl at a particularly tender note and it takes all of him to not interrupt his own playing.
His mind flashes back to the way you whimper his name.
โDo you,โ Your eyes open and you look at him fully, and suddenly your souls are bare, right next to each other. He breaks first, darting his eyes away as he scratches a particularly itchy spot underneath his woolen beanie, locks of blonde and black poking out, โ...Wanna learn how to play?โ
You scoot in next to him on the bench without another word. His hands are practically doting on yours, positioning them into a dainty curve, making sure your pinky can reach that stretch, but โ-Itโs okay if it doesnโt,โ His other arm comes around and youโre practically wrapped up in him, your shoulder pressing into his chest as the scent of smoky sandalwood tickles your nose. โIโll help you out.โ
He pushes your fingers into simple chords and melodies, feeling the weight of the keys under tantalizing ardor. Instructing you to repeat the same succession of notes, he lets go of your right hand and you follow through. Although your playing is clumsy, your memorization is good enough to maintain a steady tempo. โGood,โ Your pinky almost misses the note, but his finger is already there, โItโs okay, I got you.โ
A tepid hum hits the shell of your ear and it halts your playing.
You turn your head to fully look at him, lips parting, but youโve already forgotten what you wanted to say as his lips are on yours in the blink of an eye, hands creeping up to cradle the base of your neck. Plush lips nibble at your own, and you invite him in with a curl of your tongue. Fingertips push into the keys of your skin easing wanton notes out of your throat.
Hanma swallows them up, one of his hands dropping to your waist to pull you closer. Three fingers pull the stiff collar down and his lips latch onto the skin of your neck, whetting something in the pit of your stomach. His lips trail back up, teeth finally grazing the jaw that faces him when you look out the window to avoid his curious gaze, dispelling his wonder of what your skin would taste like.
He kisses you again, tasting like the Belmonts he had for breakfast. Your hand comes up to grip at the neck of his shirt, slightly pushing him away. โI-I thought I was learning how to play.โ
Hanmaโs chuckle is warm, โYou are,โ Sin comes up and engulfs your hand whole, guiding it into his locks as he tugs his beanie off. โAnd so am I.โ
Itโs one graceful hoist and youโve moved to a different room with another grand piano, lid-closed. Perfect, he thinks as he sets you on top of it. He throws both of your clothes off, tossing it into one big heap, not pausing for a single moment as he drops to his knees and dives into your engorged heat. Heโs moaning into your skin and for once, the bassy rumbles are coming directly from him.
You yelp as you feel him nip into your skin before lightly sucking on puffy lips. Youโre propped up on your elbows, one of your legs thrown over his shoulder while your other leg is propped up, foot gripping against the edge of the piano. Itโs precarious, but you trust him enough to hold you safely atop the piano.You can barely keep up with what heโs doing, his mouth everywhere but where you need him to be, โH-Hanma, slow down!โ Your giggle turns into a hiccup when the pad of his thumb comes to dip slightly into your hole.
He utters out, โShit,โ He can feel how much cream has gathered between your folds. He pulls his thumb out, one single string pulling thin between your entrance and his flushed finger. โYouโre already this wet, hm?โ
A flat tongue against your clit causes you to drop your head back, your chest heaving as he simultaneously eases two fingers in. A silent gasp escapes you, your eyes clamping shut, mimicking your walls around his still-knuckles. You taste of tangy sweet musk; poisonous. Surprisingly, his tongue is gentle, lapping languid loops until tears are forming in the corners of your eyes. He slurps at your clit, plushness surrounding it with light suction.
The wet muscle leaves you and instantly, the sensation is replaced with curious pads that gingerly stroke into different spots, exploring your ridges until a particular bundle causes you to dig your nails into his scalp. He groans and you finally open your eyes, a few tears spilling, seeing his dusted cheeks and wrinkled brows. His lower lip has become raw from nibbling on it. โWanna cum, sweet princess?โ The humid puffs hit you and it earns Hanma a clench of your walls.
Itโs silly to feel bashful about someone calling you sweet and princess while being knuckle-deep in you. In fact, you feel fucking stupid at the way Hanma unravels you, time after time again, with only his fingers.
The digit curls up and you whine as he massages the spot tenderly, running his finger over it, taunting you with the idea of release. Your hips move on their own, trying to coax more movement onto your spongy wall, but he retracts his hand. You scramble to hang on to his wrist, but heโs faster, shoving the digits into his mouth. โUh-uh.โ He blinks up at you, knuckles pacifying him.
Itโs erotic watching the way his tongue dives at the webbing between his fingers, eyes shut to fully relish the taste of you. You unconsciously drop your jaw and he smiles, pushing syrupy fingers into your own mouth. Youโve tasted yourself a handful of times, but the desperation Hanma gives you offers another layer of piquancy, heating your tummy. โIf yโwanna cum, yโgotta be good,โ Nimble fingers wrap around his wrist and he holds his choke in his throat as he studies the way you dive down, your upper lip barely grazing the top of sin. Your lips are soft, buttery and distracting as he barely makes out, โBeg.โ
You were at the mercy of worshipping his fingers and the thought alone is enough for him to leak on to himself.
He plucks his fingers out to let you speak. โP-Pleaseโฆโ The plea shoots straight down, his cock so stiff it almost hurts. โWanna cum so badโฆโ
The grin that spreads on his face pierces you, and your arousal builds again. โShit-โ He runs a hand through his hair, locks falling back into place shortly after. โYou really are gonna beg for me, huh.โ Itโs a loose suggestion thatโs starting to sound more and more like a command.
Warmth dissolves from his smile and itโs coldblooded-desire, the same kind that has his pupils immediately blown.
Hanma Shuji may indeed be one of your unsavoury clients.
Light condensation forms the outline of your body as Hanma leisurely strokes his fingers into you. Every movement brings you right to the edge of crescendo; youโre keening into him as his tongue draws relaxed circles on the underside of your tit, never granting you a flick over the hardened nipple.
โShujiโฆโ Your throat is burning from being winded, โPleaseโฆโ
Lips ghost over your sternum and he chuckles into your heartbeat, โYouโre almost there, kitten,โ Itโs a lie youโre starting to get used to after hearing it one-too-many times. He stands up, stilling his fingers as he looks at his glossy hand with room for more varnish. You watch a bead of saliva drop down from his lips; he watches it land on your clit. Your body jerks in surprise, feeling every millimeter it takes for it to slide down over your clit, and your walls contract at the sensation, teetering close to release again. He hisses at the movement, โDonโt cum.โ
You want to be good for him so badly.
A second glob drops down, and youโre sure your lower lip is busted from the way youโre trying to distract yourself from unravelling, gnawing at it. You feel him wiggle his fingers against your snug walls, hoping to ease some give out of you, but youโre on the verge of shutting down. Youโre so fucking wet that every little motion vibrates you. โOne more.โ You canโt find it in you to protest.
The last droplet has you seeing lightning, sparking a fire in the previously-calm field. The spread is slow, but it wonโt take long to extend the borders of your inferno. Clarity arrives when you finally hear Hanmaโs purr, โCum.โ
Itโs borderline violent, your walls spasming as you let go around his fingers. He relishes in the acoustics of the room as a sob slips out of you, melding into a throaty moan as you cling on to him, thighs trapping his wrist to prevent him from overstimulating you. Itโs futile; his fingers reach far deeper than you think and heโs successful at shortly coaxing another one out of you. The second tidal wave is stronger, crashing into you until all you can see is white.
The ringing fades from your ears and you feel Hanma nuzzling into your cheek, kissing the wet spots on your cheeks, a welcome distraction as his fingers unplug you. Pulling your body close to him, he sets both of you on the ground. He coos, โYou did good.โ He tucks your head into the crook of his neck, your legs wrapping around him as he trails both his hands down your back.
You donโt want to be treated like fine porcelain. You donโt deserve it yet. You want his vehemence, wanting it to shatter you the way his playing does.
The thought snaps you out of your daze and he almost misses it when you say, โMy turn.โ
Chills run down Hanmaโs back as you send him backward, shimmying until you're straddling him. His cock is throbbing a bright magenta, a single vein running along the underside, and twitching against his muscular tummy. A wince tumbles out of him as you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, lightly squeezing it before positioning it so that his tip rests at your entrance. โStill hard, arenโt you?โ
โIโm-โ You donโt wait for him to finish as you sit yourself onto him, and you watch him choke on his own words. โS-Shit!โ
Youโre ridiculously sopping, walls accommodating the size and length of him, sinking lower and dragging Hanmaโs cuffed ankle down with you. He watches you blink slowly, his eyes now fixated on the way you take him whole, inches disappearing into your sweltering heat. The furrow in your brow wipes itself clean as you finally bottom him out.
The laugh you let out is shaky and your eyes catch each other. It feels like heโs caught in a crossfire; caught in the lick of your delirious flame.
Youโll burn everything in your path to achieve it.
Itโs unknown if thirty seconds or thirty minutes have passed as you sit there, hips-unmoving, a mixture of your nectars pooling at his cockโs base. Hanmaโs propped up on his elbows, eyes unsure if they should be closed or open, consumed by your delicious, wet heat. You decide for him as you sink your teeth into his collar bone, his eyes shutting instantaneously as you run a hand down his toned abdomen, nails nicking at the dips and ridges.
The creation of mulberry-coloured nebulas on his clavicles are starting to fog his ego.
โJust say the words, love.โ Your words follow you as you trace your tongue over his jugular. โMaybe Iโll let you fuck me dumb.โ You feel his cock twitching; perhaps itโs vindictive but youโre getting to him. Your words push forward, โI know how badly you want to shove me down,โ Your fingers find his pebbled nipple. You roll it slightly between your fingers, causing him to whimper, โ โUse me as your lilโ cumdump, hm?โ
โY-Yeahโฆโ He gasps when you start flicking the nub, the tension tightening in his abdomen.
You chuckle, โOh? So you agree.โ You reposition your hands so theyโre on top of his shoulders, lightly massaging the flexing-muscles. โShow me.โ Your arms slither around him, and you lean your face closer to his, noses brushing against each other. โGet rid of your control, Shuji.โ You barely graze your lips against his, planting a kiss at the corner of his mouth instead, โSurrender to your desire. I promise I donโt break easily.โ
You wiggle your hips and he winces. The field is incinerated with ashen dust and singed edges, and it clicks that those words shared in the car werenโt just for him; they were for you too. The string centralized in his perception unravels, fiber by fiber, hanging onto one last, loose thread until-
โ โWant you to lose yourself in me.โ
-It snaps.
Your yelp falls on deaf ears as Hanma pulls you off him, flipping the positions to put you on your face and knees. A tremble runs through your body when the next set of words plummet off his tongue, โSafe word is Schubert.โ He waits for your nod of consent.
Thereโs no time to breathe once he sees it as he thrusts back into you, right against his hilt, your slick gushing out of your tight hole. โYouโre so tight-โ He feels it drool out of your cunt, leaking onto his balls. Your clenching walls are turbulent, seducing a growl out of him: โGonna fuck you โtill youโre loose.โ
He pulls out until his tip is barely hanging on, not even bothering to let you finish your exhale as he plunges back into you. His knees knock into the side of yours, prying them further apart while one of his hands push down on to your lower back to keep you from squirming too much. The brutal pace starts as he keeps repeating the motion; faster and faster, his cock stroking in places that have never been reached before. Your skin ripples with every slap, his thighs glued against yours in a sloppy mess. You wish you could grab onto something, anything, but all your clammy fingers can do is glide against the hardwood floor.
The tempo changes to piรน mosso, his other hand sliding up your spine till he can fist a handful of your hair. He maneuvers your head just in time to watch fat, crystalline tears roll off your face, plopping on to the floor. Youโre blissed out, brows pinched together and lips parting to let your pants pour out.
Youโre finally forgetting the astringent parts of your life, your mind emptying with every buck of his hips.
โOi,โ His voice cuts through you, โIs my cock putting you to sleep?โ Your eyes snap open, the only indication that youโve closed them at all. The sensations all flood back into you; the burning of your scalp, your bruised knees, and the veiny thickness that keeps impaling into you. The moan doesnโt even sound like itโs coming from youโtoo croakyโwhen his hand comes down on your ass, โI asked you a fucking question.โ
โI-I need to-โ Another thwack on the sore flesh surges electric arousal towards your clit and you gasp.
Hanma grunts gutturally, your walls constricting his movement severely. โAlways about you, hm?โ He loosens the grip on your tresses, the nerves in your neck silently thanking him for the break.
โW-Wanna please you-โ You gulp your pleasure down, โEverything I do, I do it for you.โ
He hums, and you feel his palm massage the print on your ass. You sigh, your eyes fluttering from the relief, โThatโs sweet, kitten.โ You feel him lean on top of you, his chest pressing into your upper back as his lips peck at your shoulders. โIโll reward you,โ He cards your hair away in sections. โTell me what you want.โ
You open your eyes and look back into Hanmaโs greedy purples, โI want something to hold on to.โ
Youโre probably not thinking at all, but you definitely didnโt think he would be sandwiching you between the window and his chest, his hand snaking in to hold your throat while his other arm holds you around your waist. Youโre hoping the sun is your saving grace, reflecting light too brilliantly for curious eyes to gander.
He murmurs into your ear, โHold on to my wrists.โ
As soon as youโre secure in his arms, heโs fucking back into your heat, your sap running down your legs. Heโs relentless, already memorizing where that bundle of nerves are. Your grip is loose and Hanma mimics it around your neck; your clasp stiffens at a particularly deep thrust, and well, so does his. It doesnโt take a genius to find out that heโs deflecting whatever youโre giving back to him. You test your theory for good measure, progressively-tightening your hold. You let out a small squeak as he constricts you too, until you can hear the pounding of blood in your ears and tasting your salty tears on your tongue. You let go of his wrist, but the only rush you feel is an unspoken; Iโm the one in control, not you.
The dynamic has you dizzy: your salvation at his fingertips, and the thought of it has you steps away from your high.
He feels real, raw, and for once the open door reveals a darkness youโre willing to take in.
His hand lets you go as soon as obsidian blots your vision, air cascading into your lungs, your ridges cinching around his length, missing the way his lips brush against your temple. Hanma groans, โShit, how are you still so tight?โ The hand that was around your waist travels down to your clit. You whine at the small circle he draws into it, and immediately punishment-fingers are shoved into your mouth. โNever mind, cocksleeves donโt get to talk anymore.โ
Shit, your walls are fluttering before you can even stop it. You like the way he dangles control in front of you, liking the way it envelops and replaces the oxygen in your lungs.
Youโre tipped over with one final stroke. Your third orgasm washes over you, deadly and silently, your teeth biting into his fingers to weigh your consciousness down as you twitch in his hold.
Hanmaโs hips are stuttering, the feeling of your spasming-ridges and soft whines are enough to distract him from the pain inflicted on his hand. โYou came just from that?โ He nudges your mandible open with his pinky and thumb, saliva dribbling on to your chin as he braces your wrists up against the window pane. โ...Gonna fill this pretty pussy up.โ
Heโs relentless. Your cheek is squished right against the glass, condensation building from your panting that hits the surface. Your legs are starting to shake from the overstimulation, but you hold on, wanting Hanma to shoot his load into you, the words flying out, โMake me yours.โ
โHm?โ He pauses his thrusting and rests his forehead against the side of your head, โSay that again.โ
You swallow your saliva down, โClaim me,โ He sharply inhales while you exhale, โMake me fucking yoursโฆ please?โ
So saccharine, so syrupy, so good for him.
He puts his pace into overdrive, slamming against your ass, mouth full with your marked-shoulder as he carves his shape into your cunt. Heโs consumed by you, letting you in when he thought there wasnโt any room left. You present to him parts of his quintessence that were hidden away, easily scavenged by you. It only takes a few more thrusts before his heat explodes into your lower abdomen, spilling down his cock and onto your inner thighs.
Thereโs a ragged aria between you two as he releases your wrists, a hand coming up to gently unstick your face from the glass. You both slump to the ground once more, your legs feeling like jelly, and he cradles your body against his. โShit, you were so fucking good.โ He expels a deep sigh, tracing circles into your hip.
โBest youโve ever had?โ The chuckle you let out is husky. Hanma tilts your head back to press kisses along the column of your throat, and you giggle, โStop, it tickles!โ
Hanma catches a glimpse of the peace you can offer him in your lingering smile as you angle your face to press a kiss to his nose. You didnโt have to let him in, he knows that, but beneath the buried snowy cinders, your pith stands still. Heโll take care of it dearly as he replants a field with crimson camellias around it.
Thereโs no expectation for him to answer, but you can see it in his eyes:
Youโre the only one Iโll ever want.
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a/n: holy fuck. this was a huge project for me. cw/tw always give me anxiety because i'm afraid to forget something important lmao
You prayed to whatever God there was that this meeting would end quick, fast, and in a hurry. The cum that had been fucked into you was aching to make an appearance in front of the leaders of Toman and you could only keep your thighs this tightly shut for so long.
You fiddled with your hands as you gave a nervous look to the blonde beside you, only getting an amused look in return, and you vowed to never ever let him have his way again.
โฌ
It had started with you trying on the various outfits your boyfriend had gotten you; skirts that were only acceptable in nightclubs, shirts so tight you could clearly see each dip on your back, lingerie so scandalous itโd make the devil himself blush. Each item of clothing you tried on was met with a boast of approval and a heated look that had you ruining your brand new panties, much to the enjoyment of the man before you.
This is another Kinktober fic that was supposed to be non-con but ended up soft as fuck.ย I am down so bad for this manย I just canโt help myself-
Summary: Sick of his constant angry outbursts damaging his hero ranking, Dynamightโs PR team insist he attends one of the cityโs โhush hushโ clubs to try and blow off some steam. Bakugou thinks he has absolutely no interest being there, until he wants to find out who is on the other side of the wall.
Bakugou did not want to be here, shocked that these private institutions even existed for Pro-Heroes. Sure, he realised sometimes they could be a necessity, having learned all about them in his training as a young sidekick. Just last month Kirishima had to be taken into one of the quirk rooms when he got hit with a nasty sex pollen quirk by a villain he was apprehending. The woman saving his life as she gave the hero Red Riot relief, but this? This was ridiculous.
Dynamight had far better things to do than this complete waste of his time, did his PR team really think he couldnโt get laid? He could go out and have any woman on their knees in an hour tops, but he had better things to do. His PR team insisting that another scandalous headline with leaked pictures on Twitter wouldnโt be good for his hero rankings, another Dynamight one-night stand already ready and willing to sell her stories to the tabloids. But why should he care? He was still going out and saving lives on a daily basis, the media talking about his dick wouldnโt change that.
Bakugouโs PR team booked him in for a session at one of the most prestigious clubs in the city, a place where Pro-Heroes could blow off some steam without any dirty laundry aired in public, the workers were discreet which meant the club had the price tag to reflect it.
Of course, his immediate answer was no. Until Kirishima had convinced him to try it out once.
โJust one time, Bakubro. If you hate it you donโt have to go again. But I know you wonโtโ thereโs this one girl thatโs so fucking hot man. She can make you cum in under a minute.โ
โPretty sure thatโs your shitty fuckinโ stamina, and how do you even know sheโs hot if you havenโt seen her.โ
โIโ look man, I canโt explain it but she just sounds hot.โ
โTch, whatever.โ
This had to be the most ridiculous thing heโd done as a Pro-Hero, stood in a fancy bar with a bottle of beer as a deep bass tone played in the background. Waiting to be escorted into their room for the evening as he checked his watch, the quicker he could get in and out the quicker he could go home. Necking back his bottle of beer as they were called for their room.
