chigiri hyoma — does the carpets match the drapes?
sypnosis: chigiri catches you taking care of your hair improperly, and you offer to brush his hair.
warnings: nsfw, aged up!chigiri (18+), smut, unprotected sex (p in v), slight hair pulling kink, light degradation, light humiliation, oral sex (m recieving/blowjob), sub!chigiri
you hum a soft melody, both quiet and effortless, as you pick up the towel from the metal bar. the towel is slightly damp from the humidity in the air from your shower, which your boyfriend always seems to complain is way too hot for your own good, and the fabric nestles in your hold as you bend over. you mindlessly straighten out the towel before laying it over the back of your head, just about to wrap it around your hair in order for it to dry. but before your hand can even begin to wrap the free-hanging cloth around your hair at the bottom, you hear the click of a tongue behind you.
your humming stops, but your actions don't, and you hear another click.
"tch, you know that towel is bad for your hair," chigiri points out, the sass so subtle that you almost don't catch it in his monotone voice. it's only natural that your boyfriend would catch you almost damaging your hair, and you roll your eyes fondly, but he can't see that with the way you're bent over and your hair shielding you from his gaze. "what happened to the towel that i gave you? y'know, the micro-fiber one?"
"relax, hyo, i've used regular towels for drying my hair since like—forever," regardless of you wanting to just wrap your hair and get it over with, you halt your hands and lift yourself up to face chigiri upright. "and to answer your question, it's been sitting in the closet for a while..."
chigiri shifts his weight to one leg, arms crossed across his chest as he lifts an eyebrow at you. his hair is already mostly dried, still damp as he just took his hair out of his micro-fiber towel. he was on his way to the bathroom, where you had just finished your shower, to blow dry the remaining moisture in his hair. before you, he flicks his head to the side as he says sarcastically, "in the closet? okay, i see someone doesn't appreciate my efforts."
you stifle a giggle as you practically throw yourself in chigiri's direction, and his arms instinctively uncross to catch you. his previous demeanor, sassy and bratty, dissipates briskly as he turns his head towards you again with a grin forming on his face.
"hyo, nooo!" you finally let out your suppressed giggle as you feel his arms wrap around the curve of your waist, your hands finding purchase on his chest. "it was just so soft... i didn't wan' ruin it."
your eyes trail up from his chest, meeting the gaze of his pretty pink irises. unsurprisingly, you find his expression to be content, but his voice tries hard to pretend that he's mad at you. "that's the point, pretty girl. the softness is supposed to be better for your hair."
you giggle in faux bashfulness, now focusing on the dampness of his hair. the violet-red strands of his are still slightly tangled, and you assume that he was just about to detangle it again before blow drying the rest. "hyo," you trail a hand up his face, pushing a section of hair behind his ear, "can i brush your hair?"
his prior confidence falters slightly, a blush dusting over his cheeks as he trails his eyes away from yours. in truth, he's unsure; his hair's a tender thing to care for. his lips curve into a pout, "sure," he mumbles quiet and under his breath. but he doesn't miss the way your eyes light up, immediately hoisting yourself up atop the bathroom counter.
"c'mere, princess," you joke affectionately. it earns a groan and a roll of the eyes in response, but he's not mad. chigiri could never be mad at you. the hair brush is already within your fingers' grasp as you reach for the pretty boy's hair. he steps forward with slight hesitation. once situated in front of you and between your legs, chigiri rotates with his back facing you.
the tip of your fingers reach forward to the top of his head, the bathroom counter aiding in reaching his height. chigiri shudders when he feels the warmth of your fingers ghost his hairline, lightly dragging the hair that frames his face back. only once all his hair is situated behind him, you take hold of the ends, a violet-red waterfall right within your hand. you fight the urge to smell his hair, hoping to catch the fresh-floral scent of his shampoo.
you're sure to brush his hair correctly and tenderly, fully aware of how much pride chigiri holds. you start with the ends, controlling the brush so the bristles carefully detangle without breaking the strands. once the ends are detangled, you repeat the process in horizontal sections of his hair until you reach his roots. then, you take a part of his hair and brush from root to end, the brush getting caught in a missed knot in his hair.
it doesn't break, but you hear a sharp inhale from the boy in front of you. "you okay, hyo? did that hurt?"
"no," he whispers stiffly, "kind of." his voice sounds a little strained—and you don't see the red that coats his cheeks. the color almost matches his hair. chigiri doesn't admit that he likes it—the sharp pain of his roots getting tugged at. but you get suspicious with the little grunts he lets out as you keep finding missed knots.
"baby, turn around," you say suddenly, hands dropping from his hair. you let the brush down on the counter and lean slightly back, hands now perched on your thighs. chigiri mentally curses himself as he processes your command—and he knows your suspicion will only grow if he chooses to walk straight out the bathroom. he sighs before turning towards you, tensed shoulders falling.
what meets you is the sight of your boyfriend blushing as if he's developed a fever—and a prominent erection beneath his sweatpants. chigiri groans as soon as he sees the corners of your lips tug into a smirk, hands coming to cover his face in embarrassment.
you're about to say something—mention something about the hard-on that he's obviously gotten just from the tugs of brushing his hair—until he presses a hand to your mouth. "don't. it's embarrassing enough."
he feels the grin that presses up against his hand, and he feels pathetic when he feels your hands reach around his wrists. you push him away slightly, enough so you can jump off the counter. but he's left no time to react when you suddenly switch standing positions, pushing him to lean against the bathroom counter. chigiri's left speechless when your hand travels up his shirt, pawing at the firm of his abs. "y'know, hyo, i've always wanted to see if down there's the same."
chigiri flushes instantly at your innuendo, hands finding the wrist that's currently trying to get down his pants. "you've seen it before, stop acting like you haven't."
"that doesn't mean i've taken the time to fully process and appreciate it," your words are innocent in form, but vulgar in nature; it has chigiri's mind spiraling. and he's rendered with the inability to move as he watches you drop to your knees. right there. on the bathroom floor.
once you're down and comfortable, your eyes shift. not only to look at him—but they actually shift—a hint of lust in your eyes. a whimper falls from chigiri's mouth when he feels your fingers dip beneath his waistband, nails softly raking against the skin of his lower abdomen and pelvis. your fingers hook on the bands, pulling both his sweats and boxers down in a smooth and swift motion. your mouth salivates at what greets you in return, not only chigiri's cock hard and twitching, but the field of violet-red that litters his pelvis.
the hairs are relatively short, no doubt that it's been recently shaved, but they're grown out enough to feel soft to the touch. touch. chigiri fucking moans when he feels your finger trail down. the sound shoots straight to your core, and you feel arousal pooling at your panties. he thinks you've already killed him—until your lips make contact just beneath his belly button.
you contract your tongue into a point, trailing down his happy trail just until you make contact with the base of his cock. chigiri hears the sound you make as you smirk, tongue still rested at his base. and he cries out when he feels your tongue lick a stripe back up. "s'pretty, baby. guess the carpets do match the drapes."
"please shut the hell up," he closes his eyes shut as he feels you repeat the motion. he keeps his eyes like that, feeling you tease his pelvis over and over again—until he can feel your lips enclose around the side of his dick, tongue poking between. your lips trail up the side of his cock until it reaches the tip, enveloping the head in the warmth of your mouth. chigiri's eyes are wide open, head snapping down to look at the pure filth that you have on display. your mouth feels so damn fucking good.
chigiri whines out your name as you take more of him in, and he feels how your tongue flattens out against his frenulum. his sounds are so pretty, and he's much more vocal than he'd like to admit. his voice is breathy, yet still raspy, and they increase in volume every time he feels you hallow your cheeks, walls caging around his cock. it's so good, and he barely seems to realize the little amounts of precum that ooze out of his cock and straight onto your tongue. the salty taste melts on your tastebuds, and you moan around his cock that has chigiri clawing at the edges of the counter.
chigiri's searching for anything that'll ground him to reality—anything that'll help delay his pending orgasm. the knot in his stomach has already formed and he's dreading how his cock twitches in turn, only signaling you further to keep bobbing your head on his dick. he's hyperaware of your hands now on his hips, keeping his body trapped between you and the surface behind him, and he's fighting the urge to fuck your face.
"ah—fuck—baby... think i'm gonna—" chigiri barely pants the words out before you pop your head off his dick.
you're so fucking cruel. your mouth slithers over his cock again before taking him in again, and the knot tightens. your mouth is so wet, warm, and fucking sinful. he throws his head back when he feels the tip of his cock meet the roof of your mouth, dragging against the jagged surface until he feels that knot about to break. "baby! gonna—gonna—c—cum!" you almost pity the boy with the way his words slur together as proof of his coming undone. but before he can reach that peak, you pull away from him completely, both your hands and your mouth.
chigiri is utterly confused, dazed and almost tearful at the loss of pleasure. he was so close. "wha—ah!"
before he can complain, you spin him around and you perch yourself atop the counter again. you drag your shorts off your legs, followed by your panties. they're both left discarded somewhere on the ground as you find purchase on chigiri's arm, pulling his body towards yours. he quivers when he feels the head of his cock poke at your bare thigh, and when he feels your hand grab the base, he lets out a laugh that's soon followed by a low moan.
chigiri wants to say something—anything that'll give him a break to regain some type of control over the situation. but that chance is stolen from him when he feels you guide his cock into your cunt, tip pushing past your lips and into you inch by inch. your hand ghosts over the line of his jaw as you direct his face to yours. but instead of kissing him right away, you bring his ear to your lips.
"do it fast, hyo," you purr, "i know that's your specialty."
the submissiveness that held his mind captive is overtaken by the rush your new command gives, and chigiri feels as if he's been repurposed with the opportunity to ruin you. and he wastes no time in doing so.
whatever that was left remaining of his dick to be pushed inside you disappears instantly with the thrust he sends you. he shoves his remaining length into your pussy in a swift thrust, and doesn't let you recover from the shock—he's already pulling back out only to dive back in. your whines in his ear mimic a siren's singing, and he's tempted to take you back to your shared bedroom and finish there. however, lust has exceeded his residing rationality; he's going to take you here and now.
chigiri doesn't half-ass your command either, he's following it down to the letter. his hips pound into yours with the same speed that he puts out on the field, and he has to shift his weight onto his arms that lie rest on the counter's surface. but despite the sheer speed he puts into his thrusts, they're still calculated, precise—hard.
"hyoma—doing s'good, yeah?" you moan into his neck, breath fanning over his flushed skin. "you're so dirty... following exactly what i say like this. ah—!"
chigiri lands a particularly hard thrust to that mushy spot that gets you dumb. "shut up, you fuckin' minx. you're the one who's dirty."
his prior subspace is all but gone, and he's filled with such pride. he feeds you with thrusts straight to that one spot, and you choke at how easily he finds it in each thrust. your walls clench around him, almost as if they're sucking him in for more. "acting as if you didn't provoke me on purpose... you're the one whose pussy is squeezing me like a damn vice."
you moan at the filth of his words. the crudeness, the venom, the vulgarity—it has you soaking his cock in arousal. he feels it—feels the way your pussy squeezes harder at each word that he barks at you, the way you're closer and closer to biting his neck in order to muffle your own sounds, the way your pussy gets wetter by the second—all because of him. it has chigiri intoxicated. he thinks you may as well be a fucking drug.
he thinks he's doing good, so close to breaking you—until he feels it. the knot forms up again, and it feels even more tight in his pelvis than before. the sensitivity from his prior climb to his climax returns, and you're not entirely dumb yet. you feel the way chigiri's cock twitches inside your walls, erratic and desperate. poor boy. he really thought he had control over you.
"baby... baby—! gonna cum! please lemme cum—please, i'll be good!" he whines out to you, begging desperately to chase his high.
you consider it for a moment, acting as if the knot hasn't begun to form inside of you as well. you smile with an underlying evil, "yeah? just a 'lil longer, can do?"
almost instantly, "no. no can do. please—!" you clench around him hard. "you—evil woman—ah!"
the tightness in his core finally unravels in a series of short, intense bursts. chigiri's cum pours into you in erratic, uneven beats as his climax hits him. he moans like a fucking dog in heat, and you bring his lips to yours. the kiss doesn't do much to muffle him, but you attempt to swallow his sounds regardless. his hips stutter, your pussy milking his cock of every last drop of cum he has to offer. and your climax follows shortly after, moaning into his mouth same as him.
the contractions of your pussy as you cum feeds into overstimulation for chigiri, and he cries into your mouth. but the two of you stay like that, on the bathroom counter, for a while, basking in each other's afterglow. the silence is interrupted by a chuckle from you.
"i think we need another shower."
a/n: this was written for one of my irl friends... i hope u enjoy my sweet girl hehehe (psa the actual smut was kinda rushed its 5am rn im sry...)
