cry, sweetheart ꨄ︎
Kisaki Tetta x reader NSFW 🔞 (time skip)
Warnings: degradation, hard impact play, manipulation/lies, mention of Kisaki unal1v1ng u, Hanma is always a shit starter, Kisaki being Kisaki, spanking, rough s3x, oral, power exchange, crying kink, punishment, corruption, gaslighting maybe? filth in general 🥲
A/n: wowwowowow my first smut. I hope you enjoy- sorry it’s Kisaki I cannot get enough of him rn (｡-_-｡) def an experimental write edit: I thought of a better title 🧍♀️sowwey
“On your knees, now.” You felt a sharp kick to the back of your legs and instantly collapsed on the floor. Your mind was spinning; you’d have bruises tomorrow.
“Sir, I’m so—” the words became caught in your throat as he cut you off with his rough touch, snatching your jaw from behind and yanking your head towards the ceiling. You whimpered as his rings dug into your skin. You missed his touch so bad.
“What use are your apologies to me? The damage is done, sweetheart.” Kisaki’s voice was low and gravely near your ear. “What did he say to you? For fucks sake, are you that incompetent?” You hadn’t felt fear like this in a while. Silence filled every corner of the room. He wouldn’t kill you, right? Somewhere deep down, you knew he loved you too much, however… you weren’t entirely sure love was a good enough reason for someone like him. Had you known Hanma would’ve caused you to mess up this bad, you would’ve ran the moment you saw that motherfucker. A hard slap to your cheek pulled you back into the present moment. Fuck, it stung. Tears welled up in your eyes, but this was no time to get emotional.
“H-he,” you sniveled, “Hanma told me you gave him permission to play with me,” you sucked in a breath. “That I deserved attention while you were busy and—” your crying made you feel like an idiot. Kisaki, ever the unpredictable, jealous man…why would he ever give someone else permission to lay a finger on you? Why did that slip your mind in the moment? you feel so confused. “It’s no excuse, but I hadn’t seen you in almost a month, Tetta.” Thick tears rolled down your cheeks. It almost made Kisaki sad. “This was the first time I heard something from you, and-, and your word means everything to me,” you were sputtering every other phrase despite your desperate attempts to keep calm. You did nothing wrong, right? All you did was watch movies and cuddle Hanma …and kiss him a little bit but you had permission, right?? Kisaki knew that his work caused him to neglect you, so surely this wasn’t unreasonable. You could’ve sworn you saw him smirk.
“Oh?” God, he loved when you cried for him. “Hanma said so? Those words didn’t come from my mouth, correct?” He stared at you as you shivered, helpless, desperate… he savored every fraction of your ruined state. His fingers worked to loosen his tie and slip it off his neck. “Let this be a lesson: never listen to anyone else. From now on, you only act upon what you hear from me directly. Understood?” His glasses really made the cruel glint in his eyes shine.
You sniffled pitifully and nodded eagerly. “Yessir, I promise, Tetta.” He gazed at your pouty lips and couldn’t wait another second to stuff his tie in your mouth.
“Good girl. Time for your punishment.” He sat on the bed and reached out to you. Taking his hands, you stood up, and for a second, everything was almost back to normal. Almost.
“Bend over.” Your eyes widened and he felt your hands tremble in his. Kisaki’s grin was ferocious, he looked like he was about to devour you. As you began to do as he ordered, a harsh slap was delivered to your knuckles. “Uh-uh, you know better. Strip first.” As embarrassed as you felt, your slick-soaked panties gave away your true desires, face hot and drooling all over the tie in your mouth. Kisaki told you to keep your panties on. He loves when you wear thongs, they’re perfect for spanking and teasing you in. You braced yourself and bent over his lap.
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At this point, you are sure he’s going to break you. It felt like hours of him pounding your ass, taking his time between each smack to toy with your cunt. His hands ghosted over your clothed slit, working your panties to the side, and just when he was on the verge of finger fucking you, he’d pull his hand back to spank you even harder than the last time.
You caved. Time to spit out his tie and sob. “Sir, I—I didn’t fuck Hanma! He-he said ‘ya agreed b-but I said noooo!” You were absolutely losing it. “You are the only one f-for me, Kisaki,” you gasped and cried. This is what he wanted. His abrupt laugh startled you.
“I know, pretty girl.” He said softly. His touches changed in an instant, fingertips gently tracing the dark red welts on your ass. He leaned down and kissed the marks. “I know you didn’t. Also, I did say that Hanma was responsible for fulfilling your needs in my place.” You were so confused.
“Mmm, hh-huh? that means-?” You are too stupid to figure this out right now.
“Yes, baby. You’ve only been good to me. I haven’t had a reason to punish you in a long time, so I made one up.” Kisaki knew it was kind of fucked, but he promised himself he’d make it up to you. He had to get back in your good graces somehow. You just didn’t know yet that he planned to pleasure you over and over after indulging him like this.
“whhyyy?! Daaddyy, that’s so mean,” your broken tone made his sick heart flutter. He smiled genuinely.
“Come here, pet,” you weakly pulled yourself up to face him on the bed. Your makeup was absolutely ruined, eyes red and watery with mascara smeared all over your face. You look so beautiful to him. “Let me make it up to you.”
You were soaking and trembling so much it was painful. He laid you back on the mattress, sore ass pressing into the plush comforter. He kissed you with fervor, tongue teasing your lips and strong hands caressing your face. You melted into him, moaning and sighing into his kisses. “Tettaa,” you whined.
He placed a final kiss on your chest and went straight for your panties, slipping them off and discarding them. His index finger made contact with your bare clit, igniting a fire in your core once again. You knew he enjoyed your pleas, so you begged, “please, Kisaki, I need more, I need you, pleaseeee,” your back arching slightly off the bed.
“Mm, I’ll give you what you need, baby.” He raised a brow, messy hair falling in his face. God, you must’ve put some kind of spell on him. He absolutely would not stop until he had you shaking. He pushed two fingers into your sopping core, lewd noises filling the room. His ring scraped your insides nicely. He lowered his head between your thighs and kitten licked your swollen clit. Your moans were heavenly. Kisaki slipped another finger inside of you, pumping deep and sucking you into his mouth. You wanted to cum, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. It was a bold move, but you reached down and snatched Kisaki by the collar of his shirt. His expression was wild. You had never seen him so turned on.
“Come here, Tetta,” you let out a shaky breath, “please fuck me—hard.” He was so unpredictable. This time, here he was, eager to please you. He unbuttoned his shirt as you teased him through his pants, tracing the outline of his dick with one hand, the other feeling up his abs. You really wanted to taste him, but there was plenty of time for that later. He was almost awkward as he hurried to undress, yet something about watching him was endearing. Nobody understood your love for Kisaki, not even you sometimes.
Tetta flipped you over, bruised ass-up for him, head smushed into a fluffy pillow. He positioned himself at your entrance and grabbed at the sweet spots below your hip bones with both hands. “Ready?” You were surprised he cared enough to ask.
“Mmhmmm,” you breathily replied. The anticipation was too much.
“Breathe in for me.” You weren’t sure why, but you did as he said. The minute your lungs completely filled with air, he pushed all the way into you, hard. He bottomed out in one stroke and you released the most disgusting moan. “Good girl, I’ve got you.” His pace was incredibly good, pulling out almost all the way to slam right back into you. Your hand made its way to your clit for more intense pleasure.
Kisaki’s little sighs and soft moans were such a delight. “Y/n, I want you to cum for me,” he paused, “please, I need it.” Never in your existence have you heard that man say please. Your breathing was erratic as you worked yourself on his cock. The thought of him cumming inside you made you shiver. He pulled you close by the hips and traced his hands up your body to cup your breasts, pinching and playing with your nipples. You could tell he was about to bust by the sound of those rugged breaths. His hard cock pounded deep inside you, tears pricking your eyes. You came undone around him, cumming hard with whimpers and shakes after such a long, emotional night. You were exhausted but Kisaki kept fucking you, breathing heavily and struggling to hide his bitch-ass groans. So hot. He pulled out and shot cum down your spine, spilling all over you and soiling the bed. You hated how sexy he was, how he fucked with your mind, how he wasn’t good enough for you at all, he was so awful…but this is the man you accepted and wanted. Somehow, he always managed to leave you feeling more than satisfied.
He spoke between deep breaths, “H-hey, I’m not finished with you yet, pretty,” you turned around to peek at his fucked-out face. His hair was a wreck, glasses on the edge of his nose, he pushed them up with his hand. Sweat glistened on his lightly toned body, you couldn’t stop yourself from crawling over to lick his neck.
“You made a mess, Tetta.” You teased.
He laughed weakly and beamed. Was he actually happy? You felt like you won or something. He took your chin in his hand and kissed you sweetly. “I wasn’t kidding about not being finished with you.” He kissed down your neck and sucked on your chest, leaving loving hickies on your skin. He smirked, playfully shoving your shoulder and causing you to fall back onto the mattress with a squeal.