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[ilonanan]

itoshi rin — give in to me

requested by anonymous

sypnosis: rin has always liked you, his big brother's girlfriend. sae heads out unexpectedly for a trip, leaving the two of you alone, and you vulnerable to rin.

warnings: nsfw (smut), aged up!rin (18+), dead dove: do not eat, dub/noncon (reader is drugged then gives in), somnophilia, drugging, unprotected sex (p in v), cheating, creampie, light degradation, changing up the past a bit

rin wish he could explain his actions at the moment. he can, actually, it's the why he can't seem to justify. but pondering right and wrong is beyond pointless, and rin doesn't even attempt to stop himself from crushing the pills into a powder-like substance. rin has always liked—no—loved you, and that's the best justification he can give. he can't just leave you in the care of his poor excuse of a big brother, you were supposed to be his.

once sae had returned from his trip to spain, he brought along you. a gorgeous woman who he happened to meet along his stay, eventually developing an obvious romantic relationship. but rin would rather ignore that connection—you're his, and he's convinced you want him too. the way you had tried to sugarcoat sae's words to him when he dissipated his dream was so pathetic—it was cute. maybe, just maybe, you actually cared for the striving kid in him that had just lost his dream and his brother in one night.

rin remembers the night vividly, the lecture sae had given him, essentially calling him useless. he remembers how sae had walked away after that final kick, and how you watched it all unfold from the fence. while his own big brother had walked away, you, sweet you, ran to him. you didn't hesitate to take the boy into your arms, embracing him and attempting damage control. that's when the obsession began. your words were so pointless, but you still tried your hardest. to rin, you looked so pathetic that it was endearing.

rin couldn't let you walk away now.

and that's why he's here, preparing your morning coffee while sae is away on business. he's not entirely sure why you're staying over when sae is gone—but he certainly isn't complaining. after all, he wouldn't have gotten the chance to be alone with you if you decided to just stay home. rin can hear you stir awake in the next room, so he speeds up the process. just before you can enter the kitchen, rin finishes stirring in the last bits of your preferred customization into your coffee—along with the crushed sleeping pills. rin is fascinated with the way they dissolve so beautifully into the liquid, but his attention turns to you as soon as you enter.

and that's how this predicament ensued—with rin pushing the head of his cock into your tight and unaware cunt. you were grateful to rin, for making your energy source for the day, and for remembering exactly how you like it. you giggled softly, letting it slip that sae could never remember your exact customization—and rin's pride inflated from that alone. he knows you better than his stupid, pathetic excuse of a brother and a boyfriend. however, after consuming the last drop of your coffee, there was a noticeable dip in your ability to stay awake. before you knew it, you had passed out right on the couch.

so now you're here, splayed across your boyfriend's bed—but it's not him that's currently on top of you, or pushing inside of you. it's your boyfriend's little brother—rin. the guy who's had a crush on you since he saw you—since you showed care for him. he's pined after you for months, detailing himself on each and every aspect of your schedule, your routine—you, you, you. and now he gets to finally feel the warmth of you, against his bare skin and around his cock. and the best part of it all—he gets to do this to you in his brother's bedroom, on your boyfriend's bed.

rin has you still slightly clothed, with your shorts and panties tossed off to the side. he's fully naked and situated between your legs, relaxed and spread out. it exposes your cunt bare to rin, and he fights a moan that wishes to escape as he grabs the base of his dick. the laugh he lets out is manic as he takes in your form, still covered by sae's shirt that is wrapped around your body. rin pumps his cock once, twice, before finally easing the tip into your pussy. the pleasure is instantaneous, and he throws his head back at the way your walls hug every vein and ridge his cock has to offer. "it's like you were fucking—oh—made for me..."

once the head is fully submerged within your walls, rin experiments with touching the body he's desperately longed for. both his hands find the end of sae's shirt and he pulls the material up to reveal your breasts. "no bra..? it's like you're trying to kill me, slut." rin spits out, suddenly aggressive. it's okay, he reassures himself; you can't even hear a word he's saying, after all.

rin's hands instinctively come to grab at your breasts, big hands wrapping around each one and massaging the mounds of flesh. rin leans down to press kisses along your chest, and he already feels the urge to cum just because of the plushy flesh. though unconscious, his ministrations have you whimpering softly as rin toys with your body—it has rin's mind reeling. he takes one of your nipples between his thumb and his index, rolling the sensitive bud and eliciting a loud, drawn-out moan from your lips. your auditory pleasure sends a shot of arousal straight to rin's pelvis, and he instinctively thrusts—all the way. rin fucking moans as he bottoms out, hyperaware of every single twitch and flutter of your walls around his dick. rin is amazed at how you stay so peacefully asleep—all while he violates your body.

he's hesitant to start moving, still afraid of waking you. but the way you squrim in your sleep, the way your subconscious mewls at the way he touches you—the way you moan his brother's name instead. "mmphh—sae!"

rin can't seem to hold back anymore.

and he doesn't—pulling back his hips just so the tip of his cock remains, just to slam it all back in. the way your tight pussy sucks him back in so easily, and the way it's almost difficult to even pull out has rin addicted. "don't say his fucking name," rin pants out, anger and jealousy melding with lust. "i'm the one making you feel good, not him—he's not even here." rin allows the lust to drain his ration, desire influencing every single action he makes. his hips pull back and into you at an alarming pace, with force that'll definitely cause soreness after you wake up. months after fisting his cock to the thought of you—and he can finally have the real thing.

unbeknownst to rin, the dosage of pills he had placed in your coffee was far too little—and you begin to stir awake. your eyelids flutter open slowly, vision blurry and mind fuzzy. you can barely make out the way rin's cock bullies your insides with messy, uneven thrusts at that spot. rin is too focused on fucking you to notice you're awake, and his thrusts get even more erratic as he feels the sudden shift of how your pussy wraps around him. your walls clench around his dick perfectly, and he moans loudly into your neck at the sensation.

once you fully take in your surroundings, confusion and panic settles in. you take a single glance at the hair color of the man on top of you, and you realize it's nowhere near the color of your boyfriend's. it's rin on top of you—inside of you. it's rin pinning you down, moaning into your ear with unrestrained volume. it's rin that's bullying your cunt—that spot that makes your brain go mushy. "rin...? what are you—"

your words barely register in rin's mind, and your voice only pushes him to thrust deeper into your cunt. mindlessly, he responds without truly realizing you're awake, "shhh.. give in to me." the depth places a new force on your g-spot, and you moan instinctively. the pleasure forces the panic and fear out of you, and your arms come up to cradle rin's neck. rin's still entranced by the feeling of your wet heat—that is until he feels your legs wrap around his waist, effectively lifting yourself slightly off the bed and bringing your body closer to his. he stills momentarily, raising his head to look at you. he's nearly blown away and about to cum at the sight: your head thrown back and eyes closed shut. the next thing you say might as well be his damn luckiest dream.

"please don't stop! feels too—aaaah—good!" you moan out loudly, legs tightening around his body. that encourages rin to keep going, cock plunging into you that it has your arousal audible. "rin!"

now you're really trying to kill him.

rin can feel his orgasm building up quickly, and the way your moans get more unrestrained with every passing thrust only worsens it. he can feel his cock twitching inside of you, all while you can feel his pelvis pounding at your clit every time he bottoms out. the combined pleasure of his dick inside of you and the stimulation to your clit has your knot unraveling. the pressure in your pelvis builds rapidly—and you're close. this is so fucked. you have a boyfriend—but the one inside of you is his own little brother. it hasn't even occurred to you yet that you're in sae's bedroom, in his clothes.

but the string of moans that fall from rin's lips push those thoughts to the side, and it pushes you to the edge. "rin—fuck! cumming, cumming, cumming—i'm cumming!" rin speeds his hips as he chases your orgasm, and his. you clench around him, walls fluttering as you cum—and it guides rin to follow. you can feel how his dick pulsates within your cunt, and how it twitches once, twice, until—spurt! rin cums inside of your pussy in long, drawn-out ropes, and you can feel the way it floods your insides. rin whimpers into your neck as he empties every last drop into your sopping wet cunt, and your body limps against his. you try to process the gravity of what just happened—but pleasure, and the added taboo, is the only thing on your mind.

that changes quickly though as you hear your phone ding! while still holding onto rin, one arm reaches out to grab the device. displayed on the screen is a text message from sae—your boyfriend—the big brother of the guy who's currently still hard in your cunt. your eyes fill with fear as you read the message.

"just landed at the airport baby. be there in 10"

panic once again fills your veins as you squirm against rin, arms flailing in attempt to hit him off you. "rin, get off me! sae's almost home!"

rin only groans as you scramble in his hold, and he can feel the way you drag your pussy all sorts of ways on cock. rin responds unfazed, "good, i'm still hard."

a/n: this is so messy... both literally and figuratively. anyway, it might be a little rushed and repetitive because i literally had no motivation for rin...

[ilonanan]

dry humping doesn’t stay dry if you do it right

warnings: nsfw, dry humping (not for long), humiliation, impact play

“fuuuuckkk, baby,” you hear him rasp from beneath you. “look at ya, you’re doing so well.”

you whine in response, hips bumping against his quicker and harder. each roll of your hips increase in pressure, desperately chasing that friction against your clit. it’s so frustratingly good—but your pussy is aching for skin to skin.

he looks at you with dazed eyes, blown out and fixated on the pleasure and the sight of purely you. his boxers have already shown to darken in the past few minutes, and your panties are quick to follow. every bump of his clothed erection against your aching clit has you pressing down firmer against his crotch. your hands have purchase on his biceps, squeezing the muscles as you beg for more.

“need more—ah—!” you cry as the man beneath you grabs onto your hips, firmly rolling you down in a controlled and precise way to have you drunk. “need it—you—in me!”

“nah, gotta make you cum like this first,” he drawls out crudely, raising one of his hands towards your face. “you haven’t even asked me what i want, dollface. you’ve just been using me.”

yeah, right.

the reddening skin of your hips and your ass from earlier says otherwise. he’s so mean, controlling the way you rub up on him then blaming you—it’s not your fault it feels so damn good. his hand that reached up is now on your chin, caged between his thumb and index finger. it’s to make you look at him—really—but your eyes don’t follow. instead they’re rolled back, off and away to focus on the intoxicating pleasure of his cock twitching against your heat.

“tch, you’re pathetic,” he spits at you. he releases your chin and winds his hand back for a few seconds before landing a slap against your cheek. it’s not gentle—it’s crude and humiliating—but you moan at the impact anyway. he forces you to look at him again, and this time your eyes are trained on his. he stares at you with such venom, like he’s ready to break you apart if need be. “you fuckin’ look at me when i talk to you. got that?”

you mumble out a slurred “yes” before he slaps you again. “couldn’t hear you, pretty. say it again.”

“yessssss—!”

your panties are completely drenched with arousal, and it’s shared as it soaks through his boxers as well. arousal thins out the fabric, and you can feel his cock moving against your clit. you’re dizzy—your eyes are trained on him but you don’t actually see him. all your focus pours into the speed of your hips, bouncing yourself on his lap like there’s no tomorrow.

you can feel it coming—you’re almost past your breaking point. and the way he groans and moans beneath you, his back arching against the pillows and the bed, make it clear that he’s close too. “that’s right, my dirty girl. chase—hah—chase that fuckin’ high of y—yours..”

“w–wanna cum t–together!” your lips find his in a sloppy kiss. your tongue doesn’t hesitate to push back the barrier of his lips, and he allows you to. it’s so dirty, saliva dripping down each other’s chins as your bodies entangle into one another. you’re so tired—but luckily his hands are there to help and guide you.

as soon as he feels your hips falter, stuttering as you reach your high, he takes the reigns. he’s moving you up and down against his cock at a faster rate than before, and overstimulation breaks in for you. he lets out a guttural groan into your mouth as he feels his cock twitch once—twice—and now he’s cumming into his boxers.

the fabric doesn’t do much to absorb it—between your clothed heats—lies a slimey, translucent stream of white connecting both of you.

your body collapses into his, and he catches you with arms wrapped around your waist. you two lie there for a few moments before you can feel his hand slapping gently at your butt, gesturing for you to get up. and you do, raising your hips and one leg off over him.

you think you two are done—until he halts you from lying down. you shoot him a confused, dizzy look, and then you feel his fingers slipping past the waistband of your panties to tug them off.

“thought ya said you wanted me in you, doll?”

a/n: i didn’t know who to write for here’s ur favs x you!!

[ilonanan]

itoshi sae — jus' like that

warnings: nsfw (smut), unprotected sex (p in v), power dynamics (mdom), light degradation/praise, impact play, overstimulation, dacryphilia, creampie, condescending sae, established/implied relationship, lowkey js downright filthy, kinda ooc sae? idk he's just very talkative n mean

"keep those fuckin' legs up," sae pants, hips already halting as he waits for you to follow. "don't even think about wrapping them around me."

you whine in response to his words, legs tired and spent from the energy you put into keeping them up. you wish desperately to just wrap your legs around his waist, to dig your heels in his back so he'd just go deeper. he refuses to even put his whole length in, hellbent on making you beg for his full attention. the last inch or so of his cock hasn't disappeared in the grip of your pussy this entire time—you're sure you can take it. his cock has stretched you out enough and you're so wet that you can't even think.

"sae, please! need it... wan' feel you—" you hiccup as you plea the man whose just rolling his hips into you instead of giving you what you want.

"no. you heard what i said. legs up, baby." he signals you by tapping you on the bottom of your thigh, just in case his poor baby can't even process a verbal command. "or does my cock feel too good that my girl can't even listen?"

he talks to you so mean. he's barely even insulting you, but his words make you feel foolish—if the feeling of his cock bullying your walls isn't enough. but you're not entirely gone. you use a tiny sliver of your remaining strength to pull your legs up, hands used to lock the fold your knees over your chest. the new position draws out a loud moan from your lips, and you're suddenly grateful for sae being so mean—he was right. with your legs lifted fully, he's so deep inside of you.

"that's a good girl, yeah?" sae groans as he feels your walls adjust to the change in position, suddenly it feels tighter, but god—can he now reach that spot that makes you stupid. in a swift thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, tip barely prodding at your cervix. but that's not where he's aiming—he's aiming higher, that spongy-spot of flesh inside of you that translates pleasure directly to your clit. "this," sae delivers a harsh thrust to that spot, "where you want me, baby girl?"

that has you moaning like a bitch in heat, and sae laughs. it's rare, but it's not out of niceties. it's condescending on purpose, "yeah, sweetheart? this the spot that gets you all dumb f'me?"

sae doesn't relent with his thrusts—they're brutal in force and unchanging in pace. he pounds his hips into you in slow, impactful intervals, designed to make you really feel it. his voice comes out in low tones, only rising in pitch when he speaks to you with patronizing tone. it only makes you wetter—and sae knows. he knows how deathly of a voice he possesses, and he uses it to only further enhance your pleasure. he knows you're getting off this—the way his cock disappears into your cunt, the way he belittles you, the way you just fucking take it.

"aren't you just a good li'l girl, baby?" sae draws out the baby, an emphasis made to be impudent. you wish desperately to touch him, pull him in for a hug, feel his body weight on yours—anything. but he doesn't let you. your wrists are bound by his hand, restraining them above your head.

that doesn't stop your desire however, and you attempt to fight your way out of his grip. "uh, uh, uh, sweetheart. no touching," thrust, "remember?"

sae pulls out immediately, and you cry at the loss of his cock inside of you. but his free hand is already wounded back—you know what's coming.

"count f'me, dirty girl," is all that sae murmurs to you before slapping right at your clit. the impact leaves you with a squeal out of your mouth, tears beginning to form at the sensitivity of it all. you almost forget what you're supposed to do until sae repeats himself, voice enough to send your brain into fight or flight, or better yet—freeze. "i said," slap, "count."

"two!" you cry out in response.

"good girl, baby," his tone is suspiciously sweet, "look at what i make of a dirty fuckin' slut." slap.

he lines his dick at your entrance again, tip pushing past your soaked folds and inside of you. but his hand remains at your clit, only now his thumb is the one making contact—not his palm. "you cum when i tell you to. good girls can do that for me, right?"

you don't respond, you're too weak to. your legs are on the edge of giving out, and your voice is raw. all you can really feel is the dulled feeling of sae's cock dragging in and out of your walls and his thumb rubbing harsh circles on your clit. it's too much.

"wanna cum—! please—oh fuck—" you cry, and sae only increases the speed on your clit. "wait! slow down, baby! ah—cumming!"

sae clicks his tongue, "fuck did i tell you?" but he doesn't stop. his cock buries into you over and over again, bullying that one spot inside of you that makes your brain mushy. his thumb is still on your clit, providing you a stimulus that may as well break your mind. your walls flutter around his cock as you cum, squeezing and tightening up. it feels so damn good that sae almost considers letting you off the hook for disobedience. "holy fuck, baby—jus' like that."

you limp as you reach your climax, but it doesn't long for you to start squirming after you realize sae is still going. the overstimulation has you wailing pathetically as tears stream down your cheeks. you beg and plea for him to stop and give you a break, but he's already decided. he warned you that he was going to tell you to cum. now, you're gonna take it as sae chases his high—until he stuffs you full of his cum.

"i asked if good girls can cum when i say, and you didn't even bother." sae grabs your chin, and he relishes in the way your tears stain his fingers in salt. "'m gonna cum soon anyway. a disobedient girl can take that, yeah?" you want to shake your head no in response, but sae's grip on your chin prevents you from doing so. it's firm and meant to keep you in place. but he knows—you know that you don't want him to stop. it feels so fucking good for you, who are you to tell him to stop?

and it isn't long until sae fulfills that promise. his hips stutter into an erratic rhythm, stuffing his cock into your cunt to the brim. his hold on your wrists tighten and he shifts his weight onto that one hand. you're still squealing and moaning all pretty f'him. "cumming, sweetheart—take it." sae cums with a low moan into your ears, spilling into your insides in ropes. if you weren't wet before, you certainly are now. and it's all because of him.

he gives the both of you to catch your breaths, panting into each other's direction. slowly, he pulls his softening cock out of your pussy and you whine. you take a moment to close your eyes with a slight tilt of your head backwards, hopefully to gain at least a little bit of thought. but as you do, you feel a hand brush at your face and how it pushes back a strand of hair behind your ear. in turn, you open your eyes to sae admiring you. he's not smiling—but his irises hold a tinge of care that he doesn't need a mouth to express.

"you okay?" he asks softly, almost a complete 180 of how mean he was earlier. it's so endearing.

"mhm," you reply, and sae drops his body on top of yours, letting go of your wrists. you take the opportunity to trail your fingers through his hair, playing with the strands as a smile forms on your face.

a/n: i only discovered today how much condescending talk gets me wet... anyway.. enjoy ig...

[ilonanan]

itoshi rin - "keep looking only at me"

written for my girlies: @meowridoza @aprilite

sypnosis: you’re tired of holding back the topic of sae in front of rin, and he’s terrified of losing you to him.

warnings: nsfw, aged up!rin (18+), smut, angst, unprotected sex (p in v), slight dacryphilia, cowgirl, jealousy, creampie, sub!rin

rin had always focused on his brother, sae itoshi. watching him play soccer was his favorite pastime, seeing just how cool his big brother was. rin was present every practice and every game—anywhere sae went, rin was there. that was until you came along.

the three of you aren't quite sure how you became a third party in their close bond, but since then, you haven't left their side. you met them once rin began to follow in sae's footsteps, and suddenly, rin's attention was never solely on sae anymore. every frame of his memory always seemed to include you in some shape or form, whether it be your silhouette, your face smiling widely while cheering for him and sae, or even the sound of your voice. even the thought of you gave rin that fluttery feeling within his stomach, and his chest ached with an unknown feeling—not pain, but something else.

rin always thought his dream would never change—he was going to become the second-best striker in the world after sae.

but rin's dream came crumbling down the night sae returned from spain—and you were the first person he ran to after his dream came down in ruins. it was the first time you'd ever seen him cry, voice broken as he asked you questions you didn't have answers to. you could only hold rin in your arms as his tears soaked through the fabric of your sweater—and even the scent of your perfume and the soothing sound of your voice couldn't lift his spirits up this time.

in rin's eyes, it's just been you and him since then. his big brother wasn't a part of his life anymore, and you were the only person by his side when he made his promise to himself. he'll make sae itoshi notice him.

but no matter how broken their bond was, you couldn't bring yourself to detach from sae. rin knew, even as all of you aged through the years. he noticed the name of the notifications that popped up on your phone whenever you thought he wasn't looking. he noticed the way you would almost get ahead of yourself—psyched to share what crazy thing the sae itoshi did in his last soccer game that you personally attended. rin noticed the way you bit back your lip whenever he expressed his resentment toward sae, or how you half-heartedly joined in just to validate his feelings.

you don't have to pretend, is what rin wants to say. but he doesn't. he thinks he'd break if you even mentioned how close you still are to sae. not because of a fucked-up mindset that he should be closer to his brother than a damn family friend. no. rin's jealous of his brother. rin wants your attention solely on him—wants to be the topic of conversation when you talk to sae—wants to be the one texting you when you're with sae.

but rin's far too scared to ever admit his feelings like that, choosing to curse and beat himself over it. so, what happens when he's finally had enough?

you were tired of hiding your obvious bond with sae from rin—you just wanted to let him know how his brother was doing. it enraged you how uninterested rin seemed—disregarding every single word you said that was even remotely related to sae.

"hey, rin, did you see that goal? it was, like, perfect!" excitement festers in your tone as you turn your phone screen towards rin. you're both settled on the couch of his home. but you forget the person you're speaking to is rin—not one of your other friends who fangirl over the famous soccer prodigy that refuses to play for japan. you're about to say more—get ahead of yourself and expose your passion for his brother's match until rin clicks his tongue.

"shut up, i don't want to hear about that pest," rin spits, pure venom in his voice. it's unnatural—to you, at least. his sudden drop in demeanor hurts your heart a little, and bitterness overtakes ration.

"what the fuck is your problem, rin? i can't talk about one of the things i'm into around you?" you spit back at him, and his eyes widen in surprise. "you might not like him—but i do."

rin hates how your words feel like daggers to his heart. what's worse is that you continue your rant.

"you might think that he's shit and that you'll surpass him, but for god's sake, rin, he was invited to play for the u20's and you weren't!"

rin doesn't yell, doesn't react in a burst of anger. he only mumbles, "stop."

"i'm tired of walking on eggshells around you, rin!" stop. "he's not some shit player, he's the reason you even started playing in the first place." stop. "your desire to surpass him is more of a shackle than a drive to get better."

"just stop it," rin says softly, "please." and you're about to continue, throwing aside your phone and facing your full body towards rin to spit in his face—but you don't. what you see catches you off guard; it's a sight you haven't seen since that one night. guilt washes over you briskly and your hands find purchase on rin's as he turns his head away from you. but his hiding doesn't do much, you see the tears that slowly stream down his cheeks.

he doesn't fight your hold; instead, he succumbs into your touch easily. you're not sure if you should hug him or even say anything—not with how confusing rin is. "rin... i'm sorry."

"don't replace me with him," rin begs, voice quiet and broken. you barely hear his whispers, but they still don't make sense.

"what do you mean?" you take the chance to ask, confusion settling in.

rin takes sudden initiative to grab your hands, turning his body towards you. he places your hands on his thighs, and he looks—really looks—at you. his tear-stained face is on full display for you to see; they run down his cheeks, leaving you excited in a way you shouldn't. he inhales slowly and exhales shakily, trying to find his voice. "it's me you should be looking at."

the pieces are starting to fall in place in your head, and you decipher that jealousy is the source of rin's words. "he's not worthy of your attention. i know i'm not better than him yet, but i need you to watch me try."

you're not stupid. you understand that this is rin's way of confessing to you. but you don't say anything, not yet. you watch as his eyes fall, gaze dropping to your lap—anywhere that isn't your face. he's too ashamed to see if you're judging him. it's only the second moment of weakness he's exposed to you. and again, it's always about sae. but this time, it's different—rin doesn't want to lose you to sae.

you let rin wallow in his shame for a few minutes, silence bestowed upon both of you as a blessing and a curse. when you hear rin's sniffles die down, instead of saying something to lighten the mood, your hands run up and down his thighs as if you're asking him something. he lifts his head slightly, just enough to be able to look you in the eye. there, he sees it.

there's pity in your eyes—but there's something else. you're gazing at him with something more intense, foreign—intimate. rin is now hyperaware of your touch, fingers twitching against his thighs, inching closer and closer to his hips. he's aware of the way you breathe, how you're now taking longer to inhale and exhale, and how the intervals between them are longer as well. but he also realizes how his heart is beating much faster, and now anxiety settles into his nerves.

"rin." your voice cuts off his ability to think in endless strings of words. "my eyes have only been on you for years."

he sucks in a breath when you lift yourself off the couch, leg lifting over his as you settle your knees adjacent to both of his hips. you're taller than him like this, and he's forced to look up as he maintains eye contact with you. you put your weight on his lower thighs as your hands find purchase on his biceps. you squeeze on the muscles for a bit before your arms trail up further, slithering around his neck, effectively pulling you further up his lap and eventually on his crotch. rin knows you can feel the bulge that's actively growing bigger beneath you, and how it meets your clit through clothed movements.

rin's eyes flutter shut, unintentionally batting his pretty eyelashes at you, as you begin to move your hips against him. you feel warmth around your waist, and you chuckle at the sight of rin's arms wrapping around you, his head falling back as he breathes in the scent of you. he's so, so pretty. his eyelashes are still wet from his previous tears, and he fights the urge to let more drop as lust overtakes his senses. his mouth falls open, a string of curses and soft moans overflowing from him.

you shift your upper body closer to his, breasts pressing up against his chest as you bring your lips to his ear. "can i prove it to you?"

it should be illegal how fast rin nods his head. you don't need more confirmation—the way he bucks his hips into yours is proof enough. you want to tease him, you do, but you feel bad for making him cry. even if he's fucking gorgeous when he cries. so, you dip your hand between the two of you, fingers finding their way below the waistband of his sweats and boxers. you pull the bands down slightly, just enough to expose rin's cock to the cold air of his home.

rin lets out a particularly loud moan when your hand wraps around the base of his cock, giving it a few jerks of the wrist. "don't—fuck—don't tease—ah!" your trail your hand up his cock and wrap your palm around the tip of his cock, rubbing it against the sensitive head. "fuucckkkk..."

your arm that's still around his neck winds back, using it to grab ahold of his chin. you guide his face to yours and press your lips to his, kissing him with years of suppressed feelings. the tears don't take long to start again, and immense euphoria fills his senses. rin's waited years to hold you and kiss you like this, to pour his feelings into you and have them reciprocated. you feel the salt of his tears against your cheeks as well, and that only fuels the flame burning in your pelvis.

withdrawing your hand from rin's cock, you push aside your shorts and panties. you find his dick again and bring it against the exposed parts of your pussy. rin whines into your mouth as you bring the head to your clit, rubbing the tip against it. your arousal coats his tip, and the precum that beads on his slit leaves a string connecting both of you. rin almost chokes when you no longer rub his tip against your clit but even further below that.

using your hand, you guide rin into your pussy, and he swears—swears he's never felt anything better. he cries into your mouth as your walls squeeze around his length that slowly pushes in, and he fights the urge to thrust up and fill you to the brim. you pull your lips away from his, both of your breathing labored and ragged. your forehead is pressed to his, sweat already emerging from both your temples. his hands fly to your hips as soon as he bottoms out and you're fully situated on his cock.

you can feel how rin twitches inside you, feel every artery that pulses in his cock. and rin can feel all your muscles twitch and grip him like a fucking vice. he almost isn't prepared for when you start actually moving—riding him in earnest.

your hips bump against his in a steadfast pace, moving up and down his cock like he's the only thing you cling onto in this world. rin has his hands on your hips, but he's scared to put any pressure or force your movements. he fights the urge to dig his fingers to meet the bone of your hips, leave moon crescents in the plush of your skin, claim you by leaving scars as if you’re a document that needs a signature. he almost wants the world to see the evidence that you’re his, that you’re here.

it’s almost as if you read his mind.

your hands are now on his shoulders, holding onto him as you force your pussy onto his cock over and over again. it's dizzying—you're dizzying—intoxicating. your lips find rin's again, and this time his tongue pushes past to meet yours. you let him, and you moan into his mouth as he swallows all of your sounds.

your mouth opens in attempt to talk, and you barely can as rin tries to muffle you with his tongue. "rin—you feel so fucking—hah—good—!"

“q—quit talking,” rin mumbles half-heartedly, “gonna c—cum soon…”

he’s not lying, you can feel that he’s not. his cock twitches inside of you, and you can feel it jerk up into your pussy whenever you rise your hips, dragging it just to the tip remaining inside. his voice, whiny and with that confusingly-smooth rasp, heightens in pitch. he’s panting as if he just finished a one-on-one in a soccer match. the rational part of his brain is overtaken with lust and he hates that it clashes with the intimate desires to just care for you.

rin has wanted you for so long, waited years of what he thought was unrequited love. he just wants to hold and make sweet, soft love to you, the girl he grew up with. but those feelings clash with the lust that wells up within him. you two are so dirty, the speed and force of your hips bouncing up and down his cock isn’t anything sweet. the string of saliva that connects both of your lips when you two pull away isn’t innocent. it’s intimate, but it’s dirty—and he fucking loves it.

he’d be lying if he said he didn’t.

your hand reaches down to grab the back of his, dragging it up beneath your clothes and to your chest. rin chokes when he feels you force his hand on one of your tits, and it’s instinctual when his fingers claw slightly to squeeze the flesh. the plush of your boob in his hand, and the moan that flutters out of your mouth pushes his sensitivity to its peak. rin squeezes harder as he forces his face into the nook of your neck, panting im gonna cum im gonna cum over and over again.

and he does, crying out as he feels it inside you. it suddenly feels so wet inside of you, even more than before. and instead of riding him like you did earlier, you roll your hips against his over and over again, clit rubbing against his pelvic bone. you cum too, and rin sobs when he feels your cunt erratically clench around him.

you lie on top of him like that for a while, panting into each other’s skin. he mumbles a “thank you” before you slowly rise off him. his cum doesn’t take long to drip out of you, and you giggle at his reaction. rin’s face instantly turns red, lust almost completely drained, hand falling from your tit. you find purchase on his arm again and bring it to your cunt, dragging his fingers through the mess he made inside of you. he can’t tear his eyes away from the sight.

“eyes up, rin. i’ll only look at you if you look at me.”

rin can only obey your command.

a/n: eeek ive been so busy guys, sorry this took so long!!

[ilonanan]

michael kaiser — keep that attitude up

requested by @veelovescandy

warnings: nsfw (smut), unprotected sex (p in v), brief dry humping, brat/brat tamer dynamic, power dynamics (msub, so kinda ooc?), collar & leash, asphyxiation, dacryphilia, angsty ish

you're really not sure where kaiser even finds his confidence. sure, he's tall, athletic, and pretty damn good-looking—hell, he's aiming to be the best in the world. it's only natural for him to be slightly narcissistic—he's worked so hard for this. but as good of a soccer player he is, he's clueless when it comes to relationships—to you.

love is such a foreign subject to him. too confusing. too abstract. too many loose ends that need sewing. it requires consistency, full effort and attention to keep—and it's not like soccer. he's a genius, natural born prodigy at what he does—he takes the basic information and transforms it into perfection. it's all so minimal. but with love—with you—he not only feels as if he's being demanded perfection, it's confusing when you don't expect the absolute best. he's had many opportunities in life, once-in-a-lifetime shots that allow no room for failure. but you disregard perfection—you demand to learn him through his mistakes, the essence of him.

he has some type of friendship, sure, but that's ness. somewhere there, kaiser still feels the burden of excellence. ness caters to him. but you're not like ness. you make it clear that kaiser needs to compromise and cater to you as well. it's a strange feeling—to be demanded to change for another person, but kaiser has never felt this fear of losing something this strongly in his life. the only thing that would be close is the soccer ball he refused to let go when he was little—founded. he's not absolute perfection, kaiser knows that, but his pride is too fragile from a past built on broken glass.

and that's why you're here to remind him.

kaiser's currently situated on the floor on his knees, legs folded so his body lay rest atop them. before him stands you, perched on the edge of a bed like siren. the room is dim as the last few rays of sunshine begin to make its course down the horizon. but the golden waves peek through the curtains, highlighting you in a cast of gold and enchanting beauty. you take in account the way kaiser stares at you as if you were a field of blue roses, and you return his mesmerization with a small smile. he notices almost immediately, turning his head away in embarrassment. him? gawking over someone else? fucking impossible.

but your hand, leash wrapped around your palm, traces towards his chin. and below that? around his neck? there, lies a beautiful navy leather collar. you chuckle softly before gripping the bases of his jaw, pulling his face to turn towards you once more. in his eyes hold a resistance, a remaining anchor to hold onto his pride. your poor kaiser, he hasn't learned the true etiquette of how to speak to a lady yet, especially one who's his girlfriend. before kaiser can find something else to gawk at other than you, you pull his chin forward and purr sweetly, "mihya, do you want to repeat what you said earlier?"

kaiser bites down a scoff and gulps instead, ego unrelenting. he retorts rather crudely, "i said, i don't need you nagging me about something so pointless." he waits for your response, hoping to sense some sort of agitation sparked within you, call it as what he believes is the right reaction—his sense of normalcy. instead, you don't shove, push, pull, you don't even scoff. but he sees the grin that covers your face, and he senses pure sadism within it.

"oh, so is that it? then, i apologize for being so pestering, schatzi." you pull forward on the leash wrapped around your hand, causing kaiser to jolt towards your direction. the leash drags the collar around his neck forward, pressure tightening around the sides and hindering his breath for a second. "you see, i don't do well with people ignoring me. so forgive me if i came off annoying," another tug of the leash.

you lean down to match kaiser at eye-level, and you can see it. the moisture that builds up in the lines of his eyes—pretty, clear, and sparking tears. kaiser's eyes widen once you notice, batting his eyes quickly in attempt to hide them. poor kaiser, doesn't he know that only pushes the tears further out? he regrets it quickly as he feels a wet warmth trail down his check, originating from his tear ducts. and once he opens his eyes to look at you once more, they're glossed over and reddening. the laugh that resonates from your core aims at kaiser's ego, the first crack to shattering the wall.

kaiser gathers the pieces breaking off in attempt to prevent further damage to his dignity and clicks his tongue, jerking his head back to shift his attention back. he mutters curses, not particularly aimed towards you, but to prevent himself from succumbing to his fear. he can't give you one-hundred percent—not yet, he's still unaware of his limitations and yours. how much of himself does he have to give before you throw the rest away? do you want him at his truest—the ugly, selfish, afraid, worst? will you give up on him before you tear down that final vine of rose thorns? the tears that fall from his waterline burn at his skin, salt settling in the raw of his pores. it's not only physical, it's the accumulation of mental exhaustion—of limiting himself to perfection and never showing you him at his weakest. are you ready to love him down to his worst mistake?

and it's frustrating that kaiser doesn't understand that you are—you're ready to keep him on this leash of infatuation and love until you choke out his surviving defiance. and you do exactly what you need to prove that determination as you tug on the leash, much harder than before. the tug pulls his quadriceps forward, and his chin lands onto your lap. his irises, too blue for such eyes that long for true freedom of the sky, marvel at you, a quiver in his lip as tears continue to form around the ridges of his eyes. his awe is overtaken with a sense of obligatory as you move your lips, "stand up, michael. or, keep that attitude up for all i care."

defiance rips through his bones immediately, but the fear of abandonment—the longing for more overrides his brat. so, he follows your command quite easily, but his wall hasn't broken yet. you watch carefully as he rises from his position on the floor, feet kicking out in order to stand before you. he goes from kneeling before you, to towering over you with a collar attached to your hand by a leash. the bulge in his boxers twitches to life as a result of a moment so sexual—intimate. leash in your grasp, you lie further back onto the bed, legs parting to make way for kaiser's figure. the collar and leash leads him to follow suit, pelvis aligned with yours as his body leans into yours. kaiser tries his absolute hardest to fight the sounds of sniffles and sobs, but it's too late. you already feel a drop of moisture land on your chest as he nuzzles into your breast.

the dress you wear has fallen past your thighs and the fabric bunches around your iliac crest. your bare cunt—curse you, for teasing him like this—meets his clothed erection in suffocating proximity. kaiser wrestles with the urge within him to just drive, to slam his hips against the bottom of your thighs. he's sure it'd be a delicious type of pleasure—and you know it too, you can feel the way his cock twitches for the slightest movement. kaiser knows the pleasure would be delightful with the added friction of his boxers. but to him, perfection comes first—which includes self-control.

funny what the simplest tug of leather can do to a man.

you yank softly at the leash, and that's all that's needed to motivate kaiser—to break down his remaining barrier. a new batch of tears form at his waterline as he finds himself now buried in the nook of your neck and trapezius. his hips pull forward, dick hitting your clit in just the right way. and he feels it too—how your cunt slobbers his clothed erection in arousal. almost as if his hips have a mind of their own, they find their rhythm of moving against you that has kaiser's dick drowning in his own pre-cum. kaiser resists the urge to even let out the softest moan, but you tug on the collar again, and escaping him is a choked sob.

you revel in kaiser's pure pitiful state, and you breathe out, "in, mihya. do that for me." and it's so foreign to have to listen to another's command—usually he's in charge of that. but he doesn't fight, the brat in him is gone—folded out of existence just from your seduction.

his hands find the waistband of his boxers hastily, lithe fingers forcing them down his hips and past his legs. they fumble to the floor, bundling around his ankles as he wastes no time in kicking them off. kaiser breathes shakily as he grabs the base of his cock, jerking it a little and smearing both his and your arousal against each other. the natural lubricant from both of you aids him in pushing his cock into you. the head of his cock pushes past your labia and into the walls of your vaginal canal, and that earns a gasp from the both of you. the stretch is painfully delicious, and it has you tightening the grip of the leash, consequently pressurizing the sides of the collar and choking kaiser slightly.

he keeps pushing into you until his pubis meets your clit, bottoming out his full length into you. his dick curves perfectly into your g-spot, that erogenous area that pushes your brain into a daze. his glans press against it as he continues to leak more and more pre-cum into you. you're such a tight fit for kaiser, but he doesn't complain. his mouth falls open in a series of pants as he eases into your body, waiting for your walls to adjust to his size. and once you give him the go-ahead, a two-fingered tap on his shoulder coupled with another pull of the leash, kaiser doesn't relent.

his hips drive forward and back against yours in repeated, languid motions. your labia clings to the base of his cock each time he even threatens to pull back, cunt tightening around him in the bestest of ways. the grasp you have around his neck with the leash in hand is firm, keeping his pace steady into you. the head of his cock pounds against your cervix and that sweet-spot inside of you so well. but there's still something odd—an intention for perfection still. kaiser's forearms situate themselves besides each side of your head, allowing the chance to hold himself up. but as he raises his head from the valley between your tits, one glance at your eyes and he can tell you're already irritated. and you confirm it so when you click your tongue, "let go already, mihya."

he tries to defy your orders once more, a last attempt to regain his dignity. but all he needs is not just a tug of the collar—but a full jerk forward that restricts his airway. "scha—tz!" kaiser chokes, words caught in his throat. his eyes look at you with unspoken pleas to release the tension in his collar, and he nods feverishly as a means to say i promise i'll listen.

you're satisfied with kaiser's pathetic display, and you hum in contentment as you loosen the tension on the collar. in return, kaiser gasps for air as he feels his thrusts begin to develop an unrestrained rhythm. the beats of his heaves once in controlled, precise strokes to your insides, stutter into erratic, unrestrained thrusts. kaiser allows himself to fully immerse within the confines of your pussy that—despite its tight space—feels so freeing. he gives into the temptation of the apple, body relaxing as his cock twitches inside of you. he cries when he feels you clench, walls tightening around his dick that seems to push him even further to that mind-dizzying destination. no longer are his thrusts limited from the burden of perfection—they're focused on chasing his pleasure alone, the deepest, selfish desire you've been trying to reveal all along. this is your way of telling him it's okay to be his true self around you—to show all the pathetic and worst sides of him to you, and that you'll love him through it all.

your moans egg kaiser on further, finding perfection in the greed and desire he's tried so hard to restrain from you. your other arm comes to wrap around his latissimus dorsi, clawing at his toned back. consequently, it pushes his chest further into yours, and it increases the friction of his pelvis against your clit. that stimulates the journey to your orgasm, pushing you closer to crossing into that sinful heaven of a territory. it increases the frequency of how much your walls squeeze and stutter around kaiser's twitching cock, in turn pushing him toward that border as well.

"schatzi... 'm gonna cum—" kaiser finds the strength to moan out his words in huffs. the tears continue to drip onto your skin as he finds himself stricken with the fruits of his lust. "please—ahh!"then you do the unthinkable. your hips rise to meet his, chasing after his thrusts and making it clear you do not intend for him to pull out. your legs wrap around his waist, pulling kaiser into an effective leg-lock. he whines pathetically as he feels his hips overreact further as a result of his incoming orgasm. the head of his cock is suddenly so sensitive deep within you, and kaiser feels the tightening of his balls and the base of his dick. you can feel kaiser twitch inside of you once, twice—gah!

ejaculate builds up within kaiser's urethra, and it sends absolutely euphoria through kaiser's veins. the ropes that he spills into you are warm, quick spurts of cum that flood your insides with a sense of accomplishment. his hips continue to move as he empties out the remaining sperm he's produced into you, moaning with a whiny, high-pitched tone, accent deep in his voice. and your orgasm follows suit quite abruptly, a sense of tightening contractions within your pelvis. the climax is both clitoral and vaginal, pleasure resonating deep within you, and sharply at the surface of your sensitive clit.

kaiser eventually stills within you, chest heaving as his face falls back into the juncture of your neck. your hand, previously wrapped around him, pulls back and over his shoulder, trailing from his nape and into his hair. the blue and blonde strands weave around your fingers effortlessly as you scratch at his scalp, a pleasant sensation to bring kaiser back down from his high. but your gentle demeanor doesn't inherently mean that you're feeling particularly gentle, and you tug on the leash once more. it shocks him back between that border of lust-gone and alert-to-reality, and he gapes at you in confusion.

with a stern voice full of confidence, exhaustion nowhere to be heard, you declare, "let me love you at your worst—your truest self, mihya."

he remains gawking at you dumbfounded for a few moments before his gaze trails away from you again.

"...okay."

a/n: descriptive writing was on its a-game tonight heh..

[ilonanan]

itoshi rin — comforting him after he missed

requested by anonymous (+1)

sypnosis: faced with the humiliation of missing the goal in the nel game against france, rin comes to you in hopes of getting his mind of things.

warnings: nsfw (smut), aged up!rin (18+), hand job, msub rin, dacryphilia, praise, fluffy smut

you want to feel bad. you really do. and maybe you do—just not as much as rin believes. but it doesn't really matter at the moment—he's too busy squriming in your embrace. rin sits between your legs, his bare back pressed up against your chest. meanwhile, your legs wrap around his thighs to bind them apart, and your arms dip beneath his to wrap around his waist. your head lines up perfectly against his, with your mouth directly beside his ear.

"shh, rin..." you purr softly into his ear, "it's okay—you did okay." rin whines in response to your words, so sweet and genuine. but his mewls tell you that he doesn't fully believe you, and he's still beating himself over what happened. nonetheless, you attempt to soothe him as your finger trails to his nipples. "you'll get the next one."

your finger circles around the sensitive bud and rin lets out a shaky exhale at the feeling. the teasing pleasure you give him override his full ability to comprehend your words, "no... it's not okay—ah!" you begin to massage his nipple between your index finger and thumb, causing rin to erupt a slight moan. "i don't even know why i decided to take the shot from him—"

"at least you tried, yeah?" in truth, you don't feel much empathy toward rin. you don't quite understand how the goal could impact him so greatly—his soccer career isn't even in that much jeopardy. but rin's denial is persistent, shaking his head no as he attempts to wriggle away from your hold. "nuh uh. stay here, baby. let me help you forget it."

rin contemplates for a moment or two, and he'd be lying if he said all of his muscles weren't burning from the match. he's just so frustrated with the result of the game—with himself. his muscles, battered and worn out from such a lengthy and devastating match, limps against your body as he mumbles a soft, "okay.."

"there's a good boy," you reply happily. your hands waste no time in trailing down his chest from his nipples and to his thighs. rin is completely naked, as per your request earlier after noticing how upset he was. in truth, he looked more pathetic, so much so that it was cute. rin itoshi, a star player of blue lock, a genius of his own, usually cold and calculated, reduced to a pathetic and quiet mess of himself. he didn't feel like he was the best in the world—he felt like he was nothing. his expression, usually reserved and unchanged, was suddenly painted in all of his emotions at once. rin looked absolutely pitiful.

who were you to not take advantage of that and help him feel better?

your run your hands over rin's toned thighs, no doubt that it was a result of years of soccer training. "see? you think these thighs are toned for nothing?" you squeeze the muscles softly, and rin instinctively flexes them for a moment. "this is proof you tried, rin." he continues to whine at all your attempts of praise and comfort, refusing to let himself believe his worth.

but rin is quick to push his denial to the side once he feels both of your hands trail further up and up and up until—he feels both sets on the base of his cock. rin chokes up a whimper as he feels you tighten the pressure around his cock, head leaning back into your shoulder and turning in towards your neck. rin pants into the crevice as your neck as you begin to slowly stroke his cock from base to head in repeated motions. arousal escapes the tip of his cock in big, clear beads of pre-cum. you remove one hand from his cock and trail it back to his nipple, intensifying the pleasure.

you use your thumb to spread rin's arousal around the tip of his cock—but it just keeps coming. you might even mistake it for an actual orgasm. rin's hips buck upward into your hand, a silent plea for you to keep stimulating his dick. you oblige happily, and you tease the head by tapping vigorously on the sensitive slit. each time you lift your thumb off the slit, it connects with a string of pre-cum. the pleasure has rin shaking within your hold, and you can hear the volume of his sounds increase. you continue to tease rin until he moans into your neck, quite loudly, "fuck! stop teasing—pleaseeee!"

you laugh in response and comply, finally forming a fist around rin's dick. you jerk him off slowly at first, focused more on pressure rather than speed in order to spread his arousal thoroughly. but it doesn't take a while for you to get bored, so, you withdraw temporarily to spit into your hand. rin's confused at first, mind foggy and hazy, but the feeling of your hand, now ten times more wet than just a moment ago, has rin reeling back into a daze. your spit drools down the sides of rin's dick perfectly, and you feel his lips pressing against your neck with every sound that escapes him.

suddenly, you feel a profound moisture against your neck, and you can tell it's not the saliva that drools from rin's mouth. the sniffles and sobs that rin tries to keep discreet is a tell-tale sign that the wetness is tears—and rin is crying. you let out a laugh once you realize, the tone of it more condescending than you originally intended. but that doesn't faze rin in the slightest, as he continues to buck his hips into your hand. you smile as you turn your head slightly to look at rin, "awh, baby... it's okay to cry, jus' lemme help you forget it. yeah?"

"it feels too good—" rin blurts out and you're taken aback momentarily. that is until you realize he's not crying from his emotions—he's crying because the pleasure you give him is so damn overwhelming. the realization only fuels your drive to make him feel good even more, causing you to speed up the pace. each time your hand strokes up and down on rin's cock has him approaching the edge. while you giggle and praise him of his worth, rin's busy sobbing into your neck as his hands find your wrists. he hasn't become desensitized to the fingers massaging his nipple, and he uses his hands to attempt to slow down the pace on both his chest and his dick. "stop, rin. jus' lemme spoil you tonight. i promised i'd make you forget, didn't i?"

rin can't fight the pressure building within his core, pelvis tightening with each passing stroke, each passing tease of his tip. your thumb plays with his frenelum every time your hand meets near the top of his cock, only to plunge back down. the added lubrication of your spit produces the filthiest sounds. it makes you fucking grin.

"oh, oh, god—think i'm... think i'm gonna—cu—hah!" before rin can even get his words out, white sprays out of his cock in long ropes. his body stills momentarily before he begins shaking again, hips rising up and down to continue the pleasure. he's still riding his high as he empties out the last of his load all over your hands and the bedsheets. his moans are almost heaven sent, especially coupled with the sobs he lets out.

"there you go," you whisper into rin's ear. your tone is too sweet—rin can already tell. after a bit of his thinking ability returns, his eyes widen as he processes what you truly meant earlier by making him forget. and before he can even beg for another chance out, your hand begins to move again on his still hard dick. rin already knows, and your next words only confirm. "i'm gonna make you count how many times you cum until you forget that entire match and its outcome. understand?"

rin sobs as he nods into your neck.

a/n: i cant belive i actually finished this one in one session... describing how it feels to cum is weird guys im not creative enough to find a different comparison

[ilonanan]

hiorin week special : hiorin x reader poly relationship

requested by many

sypnosis: random crack/freaky imessage conversations between you (fem reader) and hiorin poly relationship!

a/n: js put me in the cuck chair already bro

[ilonanan]

drabble: inexperienced lohen who falls in love with foreplay. he thought he had no need for sex, he still believes so. the thrill of fighting and feeling/inflicting pain could never be recreated, or so he thought.

warnings: nsfw, smut/suggestive, knifeplay, sense deprivation (blindfold), bondage, biting, choking/breath control, french kissing, sadomasochism themes

“look at you,” lohen murmurs, “so responsive.” his lips practically press against the cartilage of your ears, his breath making it difficult to distinguish between his warmth and yours. it’s hot and fanned across your body, and the fact that you’re unsure of lohen’s position only heightens the sensation.

lohen has your weak body, stripped of vision and the ability to move your arms, sprawled out on a chair. a makeshift blindfold rests on your face, comprised of a cotton tie that happened to be acquired from the commission the both of you returned back from. you first put up a fight, but he reassured you that there weren’t any blood stains remaining. though a quick and haphazardly method, lohen had bound your wrists by some rope that happened to also be hanging around.

you’re unaware of your surroundings, hell, you’re unaware of where lohen even is right now. it’s quiet, aside from the occasional singing of nocturnal birds from outside the window. but those thoughts are pushed aside as soon as something cold—sharp presses against the side of your neck. you feel the slight curve to the sharp side, and you know it’s the knife. his knife. you exhale shakily in attempt to dispel the adrenaline that bubbles in your veins. your body is getting ready to fight or flight, but your mind is rest assured when you hear the snarky chuckle from lohen.

“caught your attention, eh?” lohen’s lips are no longer near you, neither is his voice directly in your ear. but you still feel the warmth—and you’re certain it’s no longer his. it’s yours—from the way adrenaline packs through your veins, fear carries itself subtly from your brain and to your core. “quit trying to act unfazed, sweetheart. y'know, i sharpen this knife pretty regularly.”

lohen digs the knife further into your skin, enough to break skin just the size a paper cut would be. you shudder when the cold metal presses into you, and you instinctively claw out at the air with your hands, despite being restrained. he chooses a new location to lay the knife rest on, “here, just above the ball of your throat.”

the knife puts pressure to both your throat, and your ability to breathe, but it’s not enough to slip past your pretty skin. lohen lets out breathy, sweet, and crazed laugh as he hears your gasp in response. “ohoho, you feel that too?”

“yes—hah—yes, i do, lo. it’s cold—sharp—” you breathe out instantly, panic welling up your nerves.

“ah, ah, ah, sweetheart.” his tone is patronizingly sweet. “i don’t mean the knife. i mean that fear.”

you moan at his condescending words. “yes,” you mutter out weakly, quickly succumbing to the act of submission. regardless, you still try to joke, “others would usually have their lips pressed to their partner’s neck, not—not a—hah—knife.”

"hmm? first i've heard of it," lohen bores out, "here, why don't we satiate that wish of yours? just keep being entertaining f'me, yeah?" his lips press onto the crevice of skin that lies beneath the side of your jaw, soft and gentle. intimate, yes, but god, is it a far cry from the way his knife trails further down your neck and down your chest.

"hey, sweetie, you don't really need all this, right?" you're about to respond until—

rip!

you gasp at the sudden exposure to the air, cold in contrast to the warmth that resides within you. you can feel your shirt begin to fall down your shoulders as if it were a button-up. but the ends aren't carefully woven and threaded anymore; they're torn at the seams, with threads shredded. all from a single knife. "lohen!" you wish you could gawk at him in disbelief, but the blindfold prevents you from doing so. "you're lucky this shirt isn't ex—"

"oh, shut it, will you?" lohen removes his lips from your neck and clicks his tongue. you can feel his free hand swiftly grab at your chin, holding your face steady. it's to shut you up, clearly, at least you think. but you're still able to talk, and you're about to do so until—lohen kisses you. though his rhythm is still uneven, unsure, there's passion melded with each movement—each twitch of his lips. his tongue pushes into your mouth, quick to explore every surface the cavern provides. he presses the flat of his tongue against the point of your canine, and you can feel the bastard smirk at the pain.

lohen distances the knife from your body, carefully slipping it into wherever he pulled it out from. once secured, his hand trails to the flesh of your neck—squeezing while kissing you. you moan, muffled by the mouth that swallows your sound. he takes the chance to slip his tongue back into his mouth, yet his lip still remains in yours. you take the opportunity to bite at his lip, and while squeezing his eyes shut, lohen fucking groans. briskly, he pulls away and gazes at you with primal obsession.

"that's exactly it," lohen purrs as he closes in for a kiss once more. the sting of pressure against the bite you left surprises him, and he jumps back briefly. it's not long until his smirk reappears, and you can visualize each and every sadistic scenario that he forms just from the manic in his eyes. "just keep amusing me, sweetie."

a/n: drabble!!! not proofread... sorry guys.. (imfoamingatthemouthineedlohentocutmefr)