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Baton
》 Pretty Girl - Crawling Back To You Drabble 5
》 Warning(s): NSFW. Spanking. Reader gets fucked with his baton.
You weren't even sure how you'd gotten here.
One minute you were sulking about Ran cutting his hair -- which felt stupid, but simultaneously was clawing at the softer spots of your heart -- and the next you were thrown over the older Haitanis lap with your pajama pants wrapped around your knees.
You knew sleeping with his brother on his night would grind Rans gears, but you had thought for sure you'd be safe hiding out with Rindou. Apparently, that was not the case, and he was ready to take out his frustrations on you.
"Ran!" You kicked your legs fruitlessly, trying to escape the sting as well as the slow building moisture between your legs. The younger brother just groaned sleepily -- dragging your abandonrd pillow over his head -- when you squealed; the 'thwack!' of Rans baton echoing in the room.
Tears were flooding your eyes as you squirmed in a sad attempt at escape, whimpering when his baton came down again.
"Ran-- 'm sorry! Please, no more." Another pop to your sore bottom as you sniffled, refusing to sob. The cool metal made you squeal as it teased your folds, gathering your slick with every pass over your little hole.
"But you're clearly enjoying yourself, my little lamb. And you gave me such a hard time tonight when I just wanted to be with you." Pressing into your clit, he massages you slowly, smirking when your hips begin rocking against his weapon of choice.
Before you could get too excited, he pulled away and brought it down just below your cheeks, moving the sting to your thighs. When your cry woke Rindou again the man finally gave up his attempts to sleep in his own bed, shooting the two of you a glare that was closer to a pout as he left the room with a sigh.
"Now look, you woke up Rin." Ran chided, bringing the baton to your pussy once more and teasing your needy hole. Slipping the tip of it into you made you melt across his lap, a relieved whine passing your lips.
"Please, Ran. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." The coo you used was designed specifically to coax him into folding, and sure enough he pushed his baton deeper into you with a soft huff of amusement.
"Like this?" His hum as he began fucking you with a sob invoking slowness made you wetter; his nonchalance just made you needier.
Your nodding, rocking back onto the warming metal, made him laugh. With his free hand, he brushed your hair from your face, hooking his thumb in your mouth and pressing down on your tongue. Obediently, you swirled the wet appendage around it and he twisted the angle as a reward.
Sparks of white started shooting across your vision as he bounced the baton against your gummy walls, hitting your g-spot relentlessly.
"Look at you! I can barely move it." Ran teased while you whimpered and moaned helplessly. Your orgasm knocked the wind out of you and he just chuckled, fucking you through it with unnerving efficiency.
"Good girl." A kiss landed on the top of your head and you went lax as he pulled his weapon free of your quivering walls.
》 Tags: @kontentious, @haruchiyo
Make you a special edit, I hope you like it! (Sending this because tags on tumblr don't always work XD )
:') Thank you again dude! That was super sweet of you to do that! (I meant to get around to answering your other question last night but I had fallen asleep before I got a chance to 😅)
OMGGG AN ACTUAL REPRESENTATION OF MY HEART
Crawling Back To You
》 Pretty Girl - Part 4
Word Count: 3.1K
Pairing: Ran x Fem!Reader x Rindou
Warning(s): NSFW. Toxic Shit. Pseudo-Voyeurism. Psuedo-Exhibition. Biting. Blood Play? Seriously Rough Sex. Choking. Violence. Begging. Crying. Sacrilege? Sadomasochism. Spitting.
Authors Note: I love them SO MUCH. I cannot wait for the Tenjiku arc to be animated cause I need more of them right now immediately.
Ran tilted his head back against the headrest of the booth he was in, letting out a long sigh. You were still avoiding him after the misadventure at the club and the conversation thereafter, and Rindou was taking great pleasure in rubbing it in his face at every opportunity.
Like now, with you practically draped across his lap.
It wasn't that he had an issue with you doting on his brother. He'd expected it since the three of you were kids. His problem was that you were denying him even the most basic of affections; seeing your legs thrown over the younger man's lap was maddening. Watching the rhythmic motion of his arm tracing back and forth on your leg as he spoke with the other occupant of the booth was even worse.
"... right, Ran?" He blinked, masking his confusion with feigned disintest when Rindou smirked over at him. Rather than give a real answer, he let out a noncomital hum, ignoring the curious look you gave him. It wasn't like him to be absentminded, much less when it came to business dealings.
But instead of focusing on the impending deal, he forced his gaze to roam the room, scanning until he landed on a vaguely familiar blond and a devious idea occurred to him. When her eyes met his, he crooked a finger; predictably, she scrambled off her stool at the bar and nearly toppled over in her hurry to reach him. He couldn't help but wonder what the appeal of men like him was for girls like her -- he didn't even take the time to remember her name, where was her self respect? -- but the thought didn't linger.
"Hello again, sweetheart." Your gaze was burning into the side of his head. He could feel the dangerous vibrations you were suddenly radiating; Rindou was very obviously shaking his head from the corner of his eye.
"Hey, Ran." She was cute. Bright eyed and eager to please. Totally different from your seething apathy lately.
"Rindou." You hissed, barely audible over the thump of the music and his brother sighed in exasperation as you moved to flee the booth. To prevent this, Ran promptly threw his leg up across the way, still smiling at the other girl.
"Could you do me a favor?" If there was more rasp to his crooning, it was from the way your hands were white-knuckling the edge of the table with rage.
When Rindou had told him how possessive you were, Ran hadn't really bought into it. He'd figured there was some underlying circumstances that had made you fly off the handle. It couldn't be his promiscuity alone, right? Seeing you now, though, well...
You looked borderline manic.
There was a wild look in your eye as the girl leaned over him, fingers walking down his chest with a giggle. If he wasn't occupied with your reaction, it might have been seductive.
"Rindou." There was a warning -- a desperation -- in your voice that was intoxicating as you begged his brother to help you. It had him hardening in his slacks instantly, letting out a low groan when the blond finally reached his cock and massaged it through the fabric.
"You mean like before?"
You snapped.
Ran almost felt bad when your hands fisted her hair and hauled her backwards to the floor. In seconds you were on top of her, fist rearing back and apparently down to pick up an assault charge off this woman despite the fact he'd been the one goading you. Before you could do any damage, he wrapped his arms around your middle and manhandled you away from the scene. You fought him every step of the way not unlike a feral cat, kicking and clawing to escape him.
"I'll fucking kill her, Ran, I swear to God--"
"Now, now, kitten, don't be like that." Ran huffed, dragging you into the office and letting you go. Your gaze instantly fixated on the door he was standing in front of, teeth bared.
"Move."
"I can't do that, Y/N, you'll--"
"Don't call me that!" Your hands flew up to your head, tugging at your hair as you began pacing the room.
"Your name?" His amusement had you seething; he barked out a laugh when you swiped everything off the desk. You were breathing heavy, glaring from one spot to the next with no signs of coming down from whatever high he'd managed to send you to.
"Little lamb." Ran tool pity on you, cooing the pet name with newfound appreciation. He stepped away from the door, unsurprised when you shoved him back against it with enough force it might have hurt a lesser man.
What did surprise him was when your mouth met his with equal ferocity.
"You're mine, Haitani." The growl was followed by a hard bite to his lower lip; when he tasted blood he shuddered. Your tongue chased it as it flooded his mouth, pressing against him like you were trying to fuse with him.
"Prove it." He panted into the kiss -- if the battle of teeth and tongue could even be called that -- and you were immediately clawing at his clothes. There was a knock at the door that earned another animalistic noise from you.
"Fuck off." The order was barked by both of you and Rindous laughter echoed from the other side as you managed to bare his chest.
"Shit." Ran breathed as your teeth buried themselves in his skin; he was certain you'd drawn blood by the fourth time and the knowledge had him throbbing. Sure enough, when he managed to tilt his head down to look at you, his blood was smeared down his chest and across your lips.
Fisting your hair he slammed his mouth back to yours, using his grip to force you against the wall and notching his leg between your thighs. The way you instantly started grinding against him made him dizzy; he unlatched his hand from your hair and locked it around your throat instead.
"God, I love you." The admission earned him a sinful moan. Or maybe it was the way he'd literally ripped your shirt open with his free hand. Whatever.
You let out a whine as his lips met your skin, sucking bruises into it while he tightened his grip. Your grip went from clawing at his shoulders to his wrist, gasping as his mouth moved from your chest up, up, up--
Ran licked your lips, meeting your frantic eyes with a smirk as you tried desperately to inhale.
"Awh, what's wrong, baby?" He basked in the way your pupils blew out; the shiver that rolled through you.
"Where'd all that fight go?" It wasn't until your lids began to droop that he let up, letting you suck in much needed oxygen as he fumbled with your jeans.
"Ran, please-- I need--!" He snarled when he finally got them down to your knees and spun you around to face the wall. You arched your back, grinding your ass against his now painful erection as he shoved his slacks down just far enough he could free it.
"Shut up," It was barely audible as he lined himself up and slid into you. "Fuck yes--"
"Oh, God!"
"Mm, call me that again, would you, baby?" Ran chuckled in your ear before nipping at your lobe.
"God!" You chirped obediently; it had been a joke but hearing it a second time earned you a growl as he rolled his hips. The sob you let out in response was heavenly.
Your pussy clamped down on him as he slowly pulled out of you, mystified briefly by the fact he was actually fucking you. It was literally one of his wildest dreams to have you bent over like this. Watching as his cock disappeared into your heat was just fucking--
"Ran, faster, please! Please, I-- I need you." It was barely coherent as you squirmed, trying to force him deeper despite the ironclad grip he had on your hips.
"Shh," Running one hand up your spine soothingly, he took his time sinking back into you. "Been dreaming of fucking this pussy since we were teenagers. Let me have my moment." The whimper you released almost made him laugh; he took mercy on you as you sniffled, bottoming out in one hard snap of his hips.
Your knees nearly gave out as he started fucking you in earnest, sliding against your g-spot expertly as he tapped against your cervix. It had to hurt -- if your mixture of squeals and sobs was any indication -- but he was relentless. Punishing you for making him wait so goddamn long to be inside you like this.
The scream you let out as you came nearly had him joining you; he quickly hooked his fingers into your mouth and pressed down on your tongue in the hopes of muffling it. When the wet appendage swirled around the digits he groaned, digging his nails into you in an attempt to hold off on filling you up.
"I'm yours, huh?" Ran panted smugly, twisting your head around by pulling on your cheek.
"Looks more like you're mine. My little-- fuck-- slut." He spit into your mouth, grinning as you fell into another orgasm. Watching your blissed out expression was its own drug; he finally surrendered to the urge to pump you full of his cum when your knees buckled and he abruptly found himself fucking you doggystyle into the floor.
"Christ." He hissed out, head lulling back in ecstacy for a moment.
But then you were turning and scrambling into him, arms locking around his neck and sobbing and--
"Mine. You're mine, Ran." It was rasped against his neck desperately as you clung to him and he fell back onto his ass just so he could haul you into his lap.
The words were repeated softly against his skin as he tugged your pants back into place and tucked himself away. Ran shushed you gently, carding his fingers through your hair as you shook violently in his embrace. Guilt was threatening to overtake the pleasure he'd just been feeling; it'd been fun to tease you and get you riled up, but this... this hurt him.
"Yours." His confession came easier than he'd have expected. "I've always been yours, little lamb. Nobody loves you like I do-- not even Rindou." Your trembling slowly subsided the longer he held you, rocking you a bit.
"Promise?" Ran nearly missed the whisper against his chest.
"I promise, baby."
* * *
Rindou was entirely unsurprised when you came stumbling out of the office in Rans shirt, looking like a hot mess. He silently cursed his brother as you rubbed at your swollen eyes, clearly feeling pretty raw as you scanned the room.
The way your body melted at the sight of him had his heart fluttering; reaching you swiftly he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and guided you towards the exit at the back of the building.
"He's cleaning up." You blurted out as he helped you into his car, as if he cared where his heathen of a brother was when you were looking about ready to drop. Rather than inform you of this, though, he just nodded and walked around to the drivers seat.
Sure enough, Ran followed about five minutes later looking somehow worse than you did. He'd ditched his braids in favor of just throwing his long locks into a bun; the v neck he was wearing did little to hide the dark red rings adorning his chest.
Rindou realized, abruptly, he was jealous that his older brother was wearing your marks.
"You good there, bunny?" He found himself asking as Ran passed you a water bottle from the passenger seat that you promptly downed with trembling limbs. The aftershocks of your meltdown plus whatever debauchery you'd gotten up to with his brother were clearly weighing dragging you under as you curled up in the backseat with drooping lids.
"Mhmm. Jus' tired." Rans smirk grated on his nerves as he watched you drifting from the rear view, pulling away from the club and heading to their apartment.
It wasn't that he begrudged Ran his time with you. Not at all. You jerked awake, fighting off sleep with rolling eyes before succumbing to the pull once more. It was that he wanted it too. Rindou craved intimacy with you. He just wasn't going to push you like Ran; he wanted you to come to him. Preferably without him having to make you snap.
The car ride was quiet as you and his brother both relaxed; it wasn't until the three of you pulled up to their place that you started to look more with it. Tumbling from the car, you let Rindou wrap an arm around your waist and lead you inside. Ran followed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as the three of you paused in the living room.
"I'm going to get the blood off, my little lamb. Try to get some rest." With that and a knowing look directed his way, you and Rindou were left alone.
"C'mon, you can sleep in my room." There was an awkward sort of tension as you shuffled along with him, flopping down onto silk sheets the minute they came into view. He hesitated at the doorway, unsure if he should--
"Lay down." Your whine popped the tension like a balloon and he shrugged himself down to his boxers before crawling in beside you.
Likewise, you shuffled out of everything but Rans shirt before curling into him with a small smile. He wouldn't have been able to see it if it weren't for the dim lighting from the moon breaking through his blinds.
Your lips pressed sweet kisses against his chest, and he just barely resisted the urge to trap you against him.
"Bunny, you don't have to--"
"Shh, Rin." The words were a quiet rasp as you continued; the kisses evolving into little bruises to decorate his skin. Your movements were sluggish but purposeful, caressing every inch of him you could reach before shifting up onto your elbow and looking down at him with soft eyes.
"I--" The words died in your throat, a flustered expression crossing your features. "Can we--?" Rindou grinned, gently nudging you onto your back and rolling on top of you.
"Tryin' to say you want me to? Greedy baby." Crooning softly, he brushed his lips to yours, feeling you go limp beneath him as your thighs dropped open for him to settle against you.
"Please?" Nosing at your neck, he sucked his own marks into you grinding himself against your core with a soft groan. The mewl you let out earned a chuckle against your throat while you squirmed. It wasn't until your fingers were scraping at the top of his briefs that he leaned back to kiss you in earnest.
There was a distinct tang of copper on your tongue as the kiss deepened and you irritably tugged his underwear down. He shifted himself back far enough to kick them off completely before slowly unbuttoning your shirt.
"Patience." Rindou teased as you threw the shirt to the floor -- quickly followed by your bra -- and he stroked his cock.
"Rindou, please. I want you." The little pout you sent him had his heart stuttering in his chest and he found himself unable to resist you anymore. Gently, he tugged your panties down your legs and dropped them with the rest of your clothes, eyes rolling down your naked body appreciatively.
"Let me take my time." Your eager nod of agreement was what made him lean down to reattach his mouth to yours, pushing himself into your wet heat slowly. Soft moans filled his room in tandem as he bottomed out, eyes rolling back into both of your heads.
"That's-- Rindou--" You hiccuped his name as he pulled out equally slowly, mesmerized by the way your walls sucked and pulsed against him. It wasn't that he'd never had sex before -- not that he'd ever address it with you; he was happy to learn from Rans mistakes -- but for some reason everything just felt... more.
Humming softly to acknowledge your little whimpers of his name, sinking in and out of you at what must have been an agonizing pace from the way you were clawing at his back. Your heels were digging into his ass, trying weakly to force him into you more quickly despite the way you were only getting tighter.
Sure enough, you clamped down on him moments later, babbling incoherently against his neck while riding out your orgasm and he chuckled breathlessly.
"Feels good, huh, baby?" You were nodding desperately against his shoulder, legs trembling as he kept to his slow strokes against your insides.
This pace was never going to satisfy him-- not right now, when all he wanted to do was slam himself into you. But he knew Ran had probably been too rough on your pretty little pussy, and he wasn't keen on adding to the limp you'd probably have tomorrow.
Another orgasm sucked him deeper into you, though, and the way you sobbed his name made him decide he didn't care.
"Let me ride you." A sudden burst of clarity from you, pawing weakly at him to roll over. Obediently, he withdrew long enough to sit up against his headboard and you'd joined with him again in seconds.
You kissed him sweetly, cupping his cheeks and rocking your hips; using his throbbing cock to stir up your insides. Rindous fingers dug into your hips, making crescents in your skin and guiding you to move faster with a soft hiss.
"Just like that--" He groaned into your panting mouth, pleased with the responding mewl you gave him in response. Your hands were everywhere again, caressing his chest and shoulders with quick, jerky movements before finally settling in his hair and pulling.
It was the added spark of pain that sent him over the edge, pumping his seed up into you with another hiss of pleasure. Your name passed his lips softly, breathed into you like a prayer and he received a breathless giggle in response as your pussy milked him dry.
* * *
Ran smiled softly down at the pair of you an hour later as he crawled into the bed and curled up behind you. Petting your bare side, he let out a relieved sigh into the top of your head.
Rindous eye peaked open, a small smile tugging onto his lips as well. His hand landed at you'd waist, pulling closer to your front as the three of you dozed into a deep sleep.
》 Taglist: @selfishwitch , @youpieceofwasabi , @armycandy10 , @sunarinluvv , @haitanigigi,
《 Part 3 《
》 True Ending 》
Obviously.
Pairing: Hanamiya Makoto x Reader
Warning(s): Mild NSFW, Cursing, Edging, Biting, Begging
Soulmate AU
Authors Note: I am a simp. That is all.
Oh jeez. Oh fuck, oh shit, oh--
You knew Kiyoshi wouldn't be mad -- he didn't get mad -- and it wasn't like you wanted this to happen. Or could really even control it. What were the odds? What were the chances that this absolute fucking psycho was the one? You'd only caught a glimpse of it, but you'd never been more certain of anything in your life.
Hanamiya Makoto was your fucking soulmate.
The mark that was dead center of your throat was practically burning -- it was not lost on you that his matching one was on his palm -- and you'd been literally trembling the entire match. Seriously? Seriously?! This couldn't be happening.
"Holy shit!" Aida noticed it first, wide eyes darting to the offending pigment as her head swiveled between the ongoing game and you on repeat.
"Holy shit." You agreed in a whisper.
You were just a first year; you'd had to beg for her to let you be the manager of the team. It wasn't like they needed one, but you loved the sport. Your fingertips fluttered at your neck as you tried to drag your gaze away from him.
Your soulmate.
Fuck.
Of course he had to be a scumbag who liked hurting people. The sadist to your masochist. Maybe off the court he wasn't a total waste of space douche nozzle but your first impression was nerve wracking. Nobody wanted to be saddled with someone who acted like this for the rest of their lives.
Trapped in your thoughts, you didn't even notice the ball flying towards your face until it was seconds from breaking your nose; the squeak you let out as the sound of it smacking flesh registered was just embarrassing. Peeling your eyes open when pain didn't quickly follow the noise, you were somehow both completely unsurprised and shocked to see your newly discovered other half smirking down at you.
"Whoops. You alright?"
Whoops my ass. You glared back at him as one of his teammates called out a mocking apology from across the court.
"Thanks for the rescue." Because really he could have just let the thing hit you; watching them play was a pretty solid indication that it might have even amused him if it did. But if the guy wanted to play at being a White Knight for you instead of breaking your face, then you sure weren't going to stop him.
"Any time." That sounded vaguely threatening -- as if this would be more than a one-off 'whoops' situation -- even as the blood finally rushed to your face at the realization that you were talking to your soulmate.
Before you could come up with anything else to say, he was darting back onto the court.
* * *
"How’re you doing? I know you were surprised to find your soulmate today; have you been able to speak with him?" Because Kiyoshi was a saint. As if your Soulmate and Co. hadn't hospitalized him once and effectively beat his ass for an entire game the second time.
You hate the part of you that admires the bruises. It's the same part of you that had you crossing your legs and squirming on the bench the entire game. Licking your lips, you swallow down the guilt about the things you can't control and try to smile for him.
"Oh, well," You twist your hands around the strap of your bag hard enough it burns your palms. "I don't know that nows a great time for that."
Soulmates were reflections of one another. Perfect matches. You could only imagine what everyone was really thinking. Trying to put it together. Wondering how the pair of you fit. You try so hard not to acknowledge the part of you that craves the violence-- craves someone who wants to try to break you.
It hadn't taken you longer than a few seconds to figure it out, and you couldn't help but wonder what this development had revealed about you to the team.
Eventually one of them would catch on to the fact you weren't quite so sweet. They'd look back and notice that you might have smirked a time or two during the match when you should have frowned; your eyes shined when you should have flinched. You didn't want to enjoy watching him and his team hurt your friends.
Didn't change the fact you did, though.
"... are you afraid of him?" Saint Kiyoshi strikes again. The gentle tone, almost inaudible and so concerned. It made you sick how kind he was sometimes. Theres no way for you to explain that 'no, I'm not afraid of the psycho, in fact I'm tempted to throw my fucking panties at him when I see him next' without outting yourself as a degenerate so you just shake your head.
"No, of course not," You mask your inner turmoil with a megawatt smile.
"We're soulmates, after all!" This seemed to soothe him, and he nodded a bit before getting distracted by Aida. Quietly, you were thankful for the intervention. There was only so much self reflection you could take.
* * *
Of course he cornered you in the freaking parking lot. Why wouldn't he? He thrived on the same things you did. Catching a girl alone in a dimly lit area was part of Scare Tactics 101. You really should have seen it coming.
He was the wolf to your rabbit, after all.
"There you are," He was smirking again, and you told yourself you didn't like the way it twisted up your insides. "I've been looking everywhere for you."
"You did decide to make my job hard today when you guys went after Kiyoshi so much. I had to tape him up before heading home." Because chastising him was the right thing to do, even if it came out more of a bored drawl than you were aiming for.
"Awh, you don't really blame me for that, do you?" His feigned innocence had your lips curling up in amusement, endearing him to you despite your best efforts. The sheer drama of his hand pressing to his chest and wide eyes was almost... cute.
"Oh, I absolutely do." You couldn't help but smirk as you side stepped him, giving him a wink over your shoulder.
"Birds of a feather and all that." He laughed incredulously at the comment; you were feeling pleased with yourself until Hyuga called out to you. His concern made you wince, guilt prickling at you again as you waved to your soulmate before scurrying off.
* * *
You went to all his games.
Stealthily.
It was one of your dirty little secrets. The other was the thoughts you had at night, tracing your soulmark with one hand and edging yourself with the other. You'd read that when matching marks touched it was akin to an orgasm and ever since all you could think about was how good it would feel for his fingers to curl around your throat.
If anyone on the team had caught you, you'd have lied and said you were studying them. Looking for signals. Being proactive just in case you play them again. That's normal, right? Something a normal person does. Definitely not... stalkerish or anything. You weren't stalking them. Him. Whatever.
"What the fuck?" You pressed your face into your hands, groaning a bit. Stupid. This was all stupid. He was your soulmate. You should be able to just approach him and talk to him without all this--
"Are you lost?"
"Fucking Hell!"
A firm hand stopped you from stumbling over your feet and down the flight of stairs exiting the building. Laughter erupted behind you as you twisted around to thank whoever just saved your face from concrete, cheeks flaming, and a squeak escaped you instead.
Busted. It was not your soulmate that had rescued you this time, but Hara, and for whatever reason that made the whole situation more embarrassing. The rest of the team was behind him -- the aforementioned laughter -- and you awkwardly cleared your throat.
"Wear a bell or something." You joked, fingertips fluttering at your soulmark. It was a nervous habit you'd developed early on in life that was now adding to your embarassment as Hanamiya focused on the motion.
"What're you doing here?" Yamazaki asked, looking baffled as they all seemed to remember who you were.
You just stared; having never thought about what you'd do if you were confronted by them, your mind went completely blank. It felt weird to lie. Why were you just gawking? Oh jeez just say something--
Mouth open.
Mouth closed.
Open again.
Closed.
Fuck.
Hanamiya watched with growing amusement; you could see the slow forming grin and it only added to your mortification. His arms folded across his chest, head cocking slightly as you fumbled for a decent excuse. Well, really you'd have taken any excuse. Anything. Anything but the truth.
It was clear you were at a loss and begging the ground to open up and swallow you, but unfortunately, the entire team was comprised of assholes who wouldn't have mercy on you.
So you tapped a rhythm against your neck and shrugged, glancing around for your exit.
"Just felt like seeing a few matches. Congrats on the win." Hanamiya barked out a laugh at the weak excuse and you refused to look at him.
"Anyway, have a good day and all that--"
"Oh my God this is painful. Just give me your damn number already." He was snickering softly as he approached, fishing his phone from his pocket. The speed at which you complied made his team laugh again as they grunted out their goodbyes.
"Later, soulmate." His hand darted forward faster than you could flinch away; fingertips tapping out his own rhythm against your throat as he passed.
* * *
"Say please." Hanamiya cooed, lips brushing against your ear as you squirmed. How he had managed to corner you was a mystery after a solid week of playing cat and mouse.
How he managed to pin you to the locker room wall with his fingers dancing beneath your skirt was not.
"Please." You were not above begging.
It took him three days of disturbingly well-timed pictures in the night -- not a single one of them of the appendage you wanted to see -- before you caved to raspy, delicious phone sex. The remainder of the week was the two of you dancing around the other, 'too busy' to meet up. Until this game, anyway.
You went to watch the match like clockwork; he snagged you in the hallway and pulled you into the locker room before you could even attempt to protest.
"Oh, c'mon, you can do better than that, can't you? Please what?" Your panties were ruined. His fingers were tracing a line along your folds, every once in a while digging in against your aching clit. Not enough to do more than keep your body buzzing with need.
"Please make me cum." Somehow you managed to choke it out, swallowing your embarassment.
A whimper escaped when he bit down on your neck, sucking harshly at the skin before pulling back enough to grin down at you. His fingers were still moving in that hypnotic rhythm; your hips began to sway with it, chasing the feeling with a whine.
"Cute." Hanamiya mumbled, leaning down to brush his lips over yours. His free hand inched up your sides, pausing to grope at your chest before sliding along your sternum. It took you a second to remember which hand had his soulmark; when his palm pressed against your throat your back bowed off the wall.
Your knees shook violently as the orgasm washed over you. The shout of surprise you released ate up by a sloppy kiss, muffling the sound enough that you wouldn't get caught by anyone passing by. His own low groan had you grasping at his shoulders, keening softly when he pressed his fingers against your clit to prolong the sensation.
The kiss softened slowly.
Less a clash of tongues and teeth; his hand moved from your neck to your cheek, thumb tracing just below your eye. Your body was melting into him, the two of you clinging to one another through the aftershocks.
"Never had an orgasm fully clothed." You joked when he pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours for a second. The soft smile he was giving you grew into another shit-eating smirk as he hummed in acknowledgement.
"Good."
* * *
"Do you love him?"
The question had seemed silly when Aida asked, looking pensive rather than irritated. At the time, you hadn't had an answer. You'd only known him a few months, and sure he could rock your world with a few flicks of his wrist and some soft rasps in your ear but love? That seemed like... a lot.
Now, though. Well.
"I love you, Y/N." The words had nearly knocked you the fuck out. If you hadn't already been laid out beside him, panting from exertion, you probably would have fallen over.
Hanamiya Makoto loved you.
Not that anyone normal would have thought so. There was a mixture of bruises and bite marks littering your otherwise unblemished skin at any given time; a permanent dark ring around your neck where he always gripped you too hard while pressing your marks together. You certainly looked abused, and considering his reputation, you were never surprised by the pitying looks you got.
It's not like they could possibly know how you whined and begged for every mark. That when he was buried inside you, you'd snatch his wrist and drag his hand to your throat. That you always came harder when he made you cry.
You'd spent years making yourself out to be a perfect little doll. Never a hair out of place, nor feather ruffled. Always smiley and cheerful. It was almost a requirement, now. If you weren't smiling something was wrong; a sarcastic remark was scandalous.
Hanamiya didn't want the mask. He didn't like it. Most days, he mocked you for even wearing it.
You'd even go so far as to say he reveled in destroying it. He seemed to live for the moment you snapped; either by letting out a biting remark when he made you mad or sobbing for his cock after edging you for hours.
"I love you, too." The words came easy; you were a little surprised that they rang with honesty.
"Obviously." It was a smug scoff as he tugged you into his side, and you smirked as you tucked your face against his chest.
"Obviously."
Feel Good Drag
》 Pretty Girl - Part 3
Word Count: 4.2K
Warning(s): Random Necessary OCs. Smut. Non-Consensual Recording. Dub-Con? Toxic Behavior. Mentions of Violence. Reader Is A Bitch. Emotional Sadomasochism. Masturbation.
Pairing: Ran x Fem!Reader x Rindou
Authors Note: FINALLY. God, I've had some of these scenes in my head since I wrote the first part and I just went, "No, these deserve a whole fic, no drabbles." Hope you guys appreciate it.
You moved on.
After Toman disbanded and the Haitani brothers ended up doing more time, you realized if you didn't get out right then you were never going to. Did you really want to be a delinquent all your life? Spend years waiting on those two to bounce back to you? No, no you didn't.
So you got some therapy, a decent job, and got the fuck out of Roppongi.
"So you're going out with us tonight, right?" You looked to the ceiling for patience as your coworker threw her arms around your shoulders and peered at you with a grin.
She was fun. Mischievous and adventurous and the polar opposite of you; that huge difference in personality was what made the two of you work. Lately she was super hung up on the idea of coaxing you into a threesome with her boyfriend and it had become something of a joke. It'd probably be a fun experience if the news of them getting out a month ago hadn't rendered you unable to think about anything else.
Did they know you'd run? Were they looking for you? Did they miss you?
"Leave Y/N alone, Yui." Her boyfriend tugged her to him, laughing. He was a genuinely nice guy, and that was half the problem. You had yet to figure out what his appeal was. Fuck, you couldn't even remember his name.
"But babe!" Yui whined, pouting at you when he just rolled his eyes affectionately, and you offered her a grin.
"It's that new club in Roppongi! C'mon, it'll be so much fun. Please? Sai is gonna buy our drinks." She wiggled her eyebrows and her boyfriend gave her an incredulous look.
"I am?" You couldn't help but laugh as you finished unpacking the new merchandise, eyeing some of the sleazy dresses. It might be fun.
"Fine, you can bring what's-his-face too." The one sided negotiation was finally starting to amuse you.
"You mean my boyfriend?" Yui looked so scandalized you snorted in laughter, shaking your head and thumbing a particularly skimpy dress.
"God, you made it official? But you guys have, like, no chemistry."
"He's a good guy." It was natural to defend him.
He was a text book definition good guy, in fact. So far removed from your type that he may as well be on a different planet. But he was going to be a lawyer and took you to nice restaurants. His family was sweet. White picket fence with two kids and a dog was what he expected, and you were prepared to deliver on it.
Because that was normal.
"He's boring, and he'll make you miserable. Mark my words, Y/N, he's not the one." When you didn't engage the line of conversation, she went back to trying to weasel an agreement from you.
What if you run into them? The thought shouldn't have sent your heart racing, and you clicked your tongue in annoyance. How would you know if your coping skills were working if you didn't test them? That was reasonable, right? Right?
And... you should say goodbye, right? Sure, they'd spent more time away from you than with you, but the bond you three had was intense. It'd be disrespectful to just ghost them. Yep. That made sense.
"As long as you're letting me mooch off you all night, cause I'm broke as fuck 'til next Friday." You finally sighed, smirking when she squealed and agreed, bouncing on her heels.
* * *
Your boyfriend had tests to study for, which was fine because you really didn't want him there anyway, and neither did Yui. Not that you'd ever admit it; you feigned just enough disappointment to be socially acceptable while she chattered about how cute the little pink dress you'd bought was.
The back was open and it barely covered your thighs, which left you looking a bit slutty with your heels, but that was kinda the point. A quick 'wish you were here' selfie for your busy boyfriend and viola! you were free of your obligation to cater to his disappointment.
Thus, Yui started plying you with alcohol.
You danced and laughed and took videos. Fuck, you even let her grind on you for her man's viewing pleasure before he hauled her off to the bathroom after a confirmation that, no, you were not interested in participating.
It was hard pretending you gave a fuck about any of it. The monotony was mind-numbing. Work, eat, sleep, and occasionally go out with friends. You were missing the adrenaline rush of a fight, or the comradery you'd had with Toman, even.
You'd finished your drink, enjoying being just this side of drunk and scrolling through facebook to occupy your thoughts for a bit. You doubted what's-his-fuck -- someday you'd remember his name, you vowed, because that's what normal friends did -- would keep Yui gone for long, but it was never fun being left alone in a dimly lit nightclub booth.
"This seat taken?" You hummed noncommittally, chin propped up in your palm.
Kou: Come over tonight? I miss you. :(
The text actually made you cringe. Maybe he wasn't the one you should be settling for. Surely there were some normal guys that weren't quite... this bland. There wasn't even anything wrong with him. On paper he was perfect marriage material. Why were you like this?
Y/N: Sure! I'll text when we leave. :)
With that painful exchange done, you looked up to see if the guy really had decided to sit with you and promptly dropped your phone. It clattered loudly and you winced, hoping you hadn't just fucked the screen up.
"Ran!?" He was mimicking your previous pose with an amused expression, batting long lashes at you teasingly.
"Y/N." Sliding you a drink, he smiled and you returned the gesture broadly.
"Well, that's embarrassing. Hi, how've you been?" You laughed sheepishly, pressing a hand to your heated cheek.
"I've been just lovely, sweetheart, how about you? Anything interesting happen while we were away?" Practically vibrating in your seat, you took a sip of his offering before licking your lips. Man, you were too drunk to properly combat the urge to preen under his gaze as it dipped to your exposed cleavage.
"Mm, got a job, moved into a shitty apartment, made some friends." You shrugged after ticking off the main points, popping the straw back into your mouth so you didn't start nibbling your fingers. Without really thinking about it, you folded your arms beneath your chest and leaned against the table. The way his gaze flickered back down to look caught your attention though.
"... Got a boyfriend." That one was a dig; you were curious to see if he reacted at all to the news. The only indication he'd heard was the slight dimming of his smile, but even that was so miniscule if you hadn't been staring so intently you'd have missed it.
"Oh?"
That was it. Oh.
"Mhmm." Your smile was threatening to become a smirk. The silence wasn't uncomfortable; you took a moment just to bask in his presence.
Your therapist had told you that you weren't in love with them. That you had an unhealthy codependency; you had somehow managed to fall into hero worshiping them for standing up for you as children.
You begged to differ.
"Do I know him?" Violet eyes were shining eerily; you knew you were probably swooning, but he was so fixated on the idea of you being in a relationship that he wouldn't notice.
"Nope. He's in school to be a lawyer, though, so you might in a couple years." That dig had been an accident. The filter between your brain and mouth had apparently shut off at some point. Rans eyebrows shot up, but his grin only widened.
"You seem like you've got something to say." He commented laughingly and it doused your amusement.
"Just that I'm done with the gangster shit. I don't want to be involved in it. I like my life the way it is now."
"That sounds a lot like you're breaking up with me, little lamb." It was said teasingly -- because it wasn't as if you could really even be called together in any capacity anymore -- but his smile was gone. The narrowing of his eyes forced yours down to the drink you were sipping at.
Your therapist would have been proud of you for confronting this problem. Maybe not the way you'd went about it, but the closure would do you good. You were an addict, and the Haitani brothers had been your drug of choice. Being around them was a shitty idea, and you needed to make it clear that you didn't want them around.
It was a lie, but you'd worked too fucking hard to get yourself back on track in life to let them fuck this up for you.
Boundaries. You were setting boundaries.
"I guess I am." The words instantly killed your good mood. It was like someone had hit you in the gut; Rans eyes widened in surprise and the urge to chew at your fingertips couldn't be ignored anymore.
You wanted to take it back.
Something in you was twisting and clawing and burning as you moved to stand on shaking legs. No. No. Nononono-- before you could slip away, his hand darted out and you were hauled back. The edge of the table caught your hip; the hiss of pain drowned out by the thump of the bass as Ran dragged you sideways into his lap.
"No." His arms may as well have been steel beams for all your squirming to escape did.
"No? You can't just say no, Ran! That's not how this works."
"Like Hell it isn't. You're ours." It was growled out as his nails dug into your hips; the shudder that rattled your form made him let out a soft huff of satisfaction.
"I can't do this with you right now," You wished your voice wasn't wavering, it would have helped make your case. "I don't want to, and I don't have to. Let go!" Kicking your legs petulantly didn't make his grip loosen at all but you were vaguely aware you probably flashed some fortunate souls.
"Fuck that!" Ran gripped your jaw hard enough you suspected it would bruise and forced you to look up at him. "You think you're going to find someone better and run off? Think you're too good for me and Rin anymore?"
"Yeah, thats exactly what I'm doing, you asshole. They'll be better for me and I won't end up getting the shit kicked out of me on the daily, or waiting around for you two to get done doing time!"
"They'll be better for you, maybe, but not like us. Nobody will ever love you like we do, Y/N."
The sound of Rindous calm voice cut through the noise of the club and you felt the stupid starry-eyed look coming over your face.
Love?
They loved--
"What? That all you needed to hear? Way to be basic, babygirl." Ran clicked his tongue, licking his lips when you tried to jerk your face out of his grip. It was half-hearted. If you'd really wanted to fight back it wasn't as though you didn't remember how to throw a punch.
Rindous fingers danced along your exposed spine and the tension began leaking out of your body completely; Rans punishing grip loosened. You couldn't help it-- you'd missed them.
You always missed them. That was the problem in the first fucking place.
"There's my good girl." His thumb traced your lower lip pensively for a breath before you bit it softly. It was an impulse you couldn't resist with him so close, and the way his eyes darkened in response had you squirming on his lap.
"Y/N?" Yuis gasp gave you the push you needed to jerk away from him.
Rindou sidestepped when you scrambled from the booth with a soft curse, mortification sparking in your chest. Turning a sneer their way, you grabbed your friends arm to start pushing her away from them.
Great. Worlds colliding. Fun.
"I'm not your anything." Except you were and the fact all your hard work to build yourself up was being chipped away by their mere presence was pissing you off.
Ran just snickered, long arms draping across the back of the booth and legs sprawling out beneath the too-small table. When your eyes -- the fucking traitors -- rolled down his body appreciatively, stalling out at the bulge in his jeans for a beat too long to be appropriate, you wished that the room was darker.
"This was obviously a bad time," Rindou commented as your thighs pressed together at the sudden bolt of arousal. "Here, just take our number in case you need something and we can talk another time, alright, bunny?" The nickname earned him a whimper that you couldn't quite swallow; the smirk he gave you as he grabbed your phone off the table made you dizzy. Bastards.
When he proceeded to guess your password you barked out an incredulous laugh, but you didn't try to stop him from putting in their contacts. You should have. That'd be the smart thing to do.
But if these men didn't make you fucking stupid.
"See you soon."
* * *
You were angry-- stupidly, irrationally angry when you showed up at your boyfriends apartment. Honestly, you couldn't even remember the walk there -- besides the fact Yui had thought the whole evening was hilarious as she caught a cab with Sai -- but when you let yourself inside and kicked your heels off Kou was sitting on his couch and you just snapped.
You were upset and horny and he was there-- it wasn't fucked up to have sex with him cause someone else pushed your buttons, right? After another moment you realized you didn't even care as long as you could scratch the itch. Mr. Normal could manage that much for you, surely.
"Hey!" He looked over and did a double take, eyes widening in a way that might have made you laugh if you weren't counting backwards from ten over and over. "O-Oh, you look--"
A devious idea popped into your head; you decided to quit thinking so hard as you pulled up the camera on your phone. You propped it up on the coffee table and promptly straddled him, not even checking to make sure the angle was right.
Ten.
Your lips met his harshly, grinding down against him. It took seconds for him to harden beneath you as you tugged the dress off over your head.
Nine.
"Oh." He whimpered when you tugged on his lower lip with your teeth, reaching down to hurriedly undo his pants. He whimpered. Gag.
Eight.
None of it was right. His hair was too short; you petted the strands anyway, catching what you could and tugging softly. The asshole didn't even have the sense to line himself up or anything. You realized rapidly you wouldn't be able to cum like this, but you'd be damned if you didn't try just because his last name wasn't Haitani.
Seven.
You didn't mean to roll your eyes when he started kissing at your shoulder, but seriously. There wasn't even any tongue. Did you have to do everything? Luckily you didn't need much prep thanks to your time in the club -- not that you'd ever admit it -- but he could at least do better than that.
Six.
The red haze wasn't even getting better. If anything, the fact you weren't currently on one of their laps was making you angrier. You dropped your hand back down, stroking him a few times before tugging your panties to one side, ready to be done with this whole ordeal but to nice to just leave the man hanging.
Five.
"Y/N--" His voice was wrong, so you forced his head back and pressed your lips together again. At least he caught up enough to grip your hips as you sank down onto him, even if he didn't try to control the way you rocked your hips. It did feel good, at least, stretching you well enough you let out a soft sigh of relief.
Four.
Honestly, this was probably a shock to his system, seeing as the only position you two had ever fucked in was missionary, but wasn't most of this instinct? Your hand curled around the back of his neck, digging your nails in just to make him hiss. Maybe you could get off if he could just--
Three.
"Ouch! Hold on, sweetie, slow down--" He managed to flex his fingers, but let you keep bouncing on his dick despite his protests. God, you hated this guy. No, fuck, you didn't hate him. You didn't. Realizing he wasn't going to last very long, you dipped your fingers down and strummed at your clit desperately.
Two.
He came with a whine that grated on you, but you had enough of a conscience to pet him through it like you gave a damn about how he was feeling. You couldn't even borrow his cock and pretend he was someone else to get off, but sure, let's make sure he gets the warm fuzzies. Your high was gone, so you bit back a growl of frustration and tugged your fingers from your panties.
One.
Climbing off his lap and cutting the video, you could have cried. It was three goddamn minutes.
"What was that about?" Your boyfriend asked, breathless, as he tucked himself back into his pants; hitting send, you smirked to yourself before turning to him.
"Just missed you tonight. I'm gonna go clean up." It was a few minutes before he responded, and luckily you were still in the bathroom.
Ran: My poor little lamb. I'd love to help you out, but I'm kinda busy.
The video you got in return nearly made you crack a tooth. The strands of blond wrapped around his fingers, bobbing against his crotch under the flashing lights of the club made your hands shake.
Suddenly, he made a fist and you whimpered when he forced her down roughly. The sound of her gagging nearly made you black out with rage and envy.
The camera flipped around and suddenly you were looking at Rans smug, shit-eating grin before it cut off.
Y/N: Fuck you.
You played it again, eyes watering in rage and an uncomfortable neediness that you didn't want to be feeling before slipping your fingers back into your underwear. The tears slipped free as you braced against the wall, playing the damn thing over and over and over until--
A gasp of relief left you when your knees shook, the orgasm somehow managing to line up perfectly with his smug fucking smile.
Mine.
Ran: Awh, are you mad? That's too bad.
Ran: Make sure you tell your little boyfriend I said he's welcome.
* * *
"I-I'm sorry, what?" You were more shocked than hurt as you stood at the foot of the hospital bed. It had been almost a week since you'd bumped into the Haitanis. Things between you and Kou had been going well. Normal. Everything had seemed normal.
"We should break up." He wouldn't even look at you. Probably thinking you were going to burst into tears or something, but you were slowly putting shit together in your head.
"Why?" You willed him to be honest, trying to drill a hole in the side of his head with your eyes. He'd said it was a mugging gone wrong when the cops had shown up, and you'd -- naively, perhaps -- believed him because he was kind of soft.
"Everything's just... too much. I'm too stressed out between school and work and now this a-and-- honestly, Y/N, I don't think we're a great fit."
Liar.
"I understand." Because you did. You even got the parts he wasnt saying, like: "Hey some asshole with a baton beat me stupid because you didn't dump me, isn't that nuts?"
You didn't bother with anything else, letting him think you were just too upset to say goodbye as you hurried out of the hospital. Whipping your phone out, you dialed Ran before your indignation died out.
"Yes, darling?"
"Have you lost your fucking mind? What if he tells the cops you complete fucking idi--"
"Whoa, there, baby, slow down. What are you chewing me out about?" He interrupted, sounding more serious as you tried to control your volume.
"My ex-boyfriend is in the hospital." You bit out and there was a long silence. Just as you went to make sure the call hadn't dropped, there was a sudden bout of laughter.
"And the first thing you did was start lecturing me on getting caught? I knew you still cared." He cooed and you winced. Yeah, okay, that was probably shitty of you.
"No worries, little lamb, it wasn't me."
"I call bullshit."
"Cross my heart. You're barking up the wrong tree. Personally I'm a little sad I won't get anymore videos of you--"
"Goodbye, Ran." With that you hung up with burning cheeks, glaring at the phone as though it was somehow to blame. Much more hesitantly, you eyed Rindous contact.
Surely he wouldn't have. He'd been so calm at the club, and hadn't bothered you a single time since. But Kous arm had been broken, and you'd missed the explanation on that so-- so maybe--
You hit dial before you could change your mind.
"Did you do it?" You immediately spit out in lieu of a greeting when he picked up, too scared you would lose your nerve if he spoke first.
"Yes." Leave it to Rindou not to beat around the bush.
"You're gonna get caught." The fact tears prickled at your eyes was completely out of frustration and had nothing to do with the despair that suddenly washed over you.
They could drone on and on about being together all they wanted, but the more they did stupid shit like this the more certain you were that the three of you would never get anywhere. Even if you did decide that you wanted a relationship with them, where was it even going to go with them sitting in a fucking cell for most of it?
"Where are you?" Rindou asked simply as you swiped your eyes irritably and looked around. The fact you'd been wandering aimlessly like this was a bit embarrassing, and it took a minute to orient yourself enough to give him an answer.
"Give me five minutes. Don't move." He hung up before you could bite out something rude, and while you were tempted to disobey, your feet stayed planted right where you were. You wrapped your arms around your middle, counting backwards slowly and swiping the random, offending tear.
"Shit, are you crying? Bunny, c'mere." Rindou gently grabbed the nape of your neck and led you towards a nearby alley before wrapping you up in his arms. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't contain your sniffling; he stroked your spine gently even though you refused to hug him back.
"Look, I didn't realize you really liked the guy that much. Ran showed me the--"
"You think-- you think that's why I'm--?" A slightly hysterical sob burst out of you, followed by bitter laughter.
You grasped your sudden anger -- anger at him, and Ran, and yourself -- and shoved away from him roughly. Rindou didn't even look distressed when you gave into the urge to shove him again, letting out a strangled screech.
"I'm mad because you're an idiot! Because you and your fucking brother just breeze in and out of my life like no matter what you're just entitled to my lo--" You had the sense to halt that confession, turning your back on him to start pacing.
"And now you're gonna get into more shit and you'll be gone again and--"
"Y/N, look at me."
"Fuck no! You're stupid and this is stupid and I don't even know why I'm here--" Rindou stepped into your path, grasping your face in his hands and pressing a hard kiss to your mouth. You instinctively stepped back, inhaling sharply and he pressed forward, walking you backwards until you collided with brick.
"Not gonna leave you again." It was a distracted mutter against your lips; your hands gripped at the fabric of his shirt, pulling his mouth back to yours with a groan.
"Liar." Won't leave. Loves me. Lovesmelovesmelovesme--
"Promise."
Mine. Just as he leaned in again, a phone started ringing and you actually whined when he leaned back to answer it.
"What?" Rindou listened for a moment, eyes locked on yours as he caressed your face with his free hand.
"I'm with her now, actually. Yeah, yeah." He rolled his eyes, and you smiled softly to yourself. His thumb shifted around to your lips and you nipped at it, earning a smirk.
"Fine, whatever. Bye, Ran." Much like his brother had done before, Rindou pressed his thumb against your mouth and you opened for him. This time, however, you swirled your tongue around it, and he visibly shuddered as he pulled back.
"Not the first time, pretty girl." You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the grin he was wearing and rubbing furiously at your face.
Bastards.
《 Part Two 《
》 Part Four 》
Taglist: @selfishwitch, @youpieceofwasabi
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》 That Would Be Enough - Drabble 1
Ghoul!Tendou x Fem!Reader
Warning(s): NSFW. Very Light Vore. Daddy Kink. Mentions of Sexual Experimentation.
Authors Note: Reposted.
“Daddy--” Your whine made Tendou fucking crazy.
Well, he was already a little crazy all on his own, but those needy little noises you were making definitely weren’t helping. The way you clung to him, clawing and pawing at him to get him closer -- deeper, harder, please, daddy -- made him euphoric.
“Bite me.” You blurted it out while he was mid-thrust and he actually completely slipped out of you in his shock, putting just enough space between the two of you to subject you to his wide-eyed stare. Almost as if you had just realized what exactly you’d asked him for, you choked up and turned your face away, letting out an embarrassed groan.
“No, nope, look at me--” He gripped your chin firmly and forced you to meet his eyes, trying to regain some composure as you bit down on your lower lip, anxious for his reaction.
The two of you had done a lot together. He’d been wholly devoted to you for years, overcoming a lot of your differences in that time and exploring what had to be an unholy amount of kinks. There were neat little scars littering your legs from the times the two of you had done knife-play and he’d been a bit too sloppy; he could remember the way you’d looked the first time he’d choked you.
Hell, the two of you still liked to play cat and mouse games, and sometimes if you were both sure that you were alone, he would even let his koukaku out just to add some spice, but he’d never actually bitten you.
And all of those instances had been meticulously planned out; he’d never just spontaneously done anything to you. But fuck if this wasn’t the most tempting thing you’d ever said to the redheaded ghoul, and in his weakest moment too.
“What’s the safe word?” Your eyes widened, but you quickly responded, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips.
“Once.” The soft promise was more of a reminder for himself as he set his sights on the scar you’d gotten at the beginnings of your relationship; he could still see that smug asshole’s grin as he flaunted that he’d taken a bite out of you. It only seemed right that he’d replace the mark with one of his own.
Tendou snapped his hips forward and you squealed, clamping down on his cock as he resumed his rough pace, one hand holding you by your pretty throat. Rather than get swept up in the pleasure of being one with you, he kept his attention on your scrunched up face; watching for the moment you were completely absorbed in pleasure before he’d make his move.
“‘M close.” You whimpered, and he smirked, watching you through half-lidded eyes as his other hand dropped down to your clit; massaging quick circles into it. Predictably, you reached for him, trying to pull him closer, and he allowed it as your pussy began to pulse and flutter around him.
Just as you finally hit your orgasm, he sank his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder and you fucking exploded. The screech you let out more of a keening moan as your already tight hole became a vice, forcing him to grind into you instead because thrusting was absolutely out of the question.
Swallowing -- and christ you tasted divine; if he wasn’t certain he was fucked up before, he sure knew it now -- he ran his tongue along the wound, letting out a moan of his own as you sniffled and trembled beneath him before finally finishing inside of you.
“Shh, baby, shh, I’ve got you.” Tendou immediately wrapped you up in his arms, trying desperately to resist the urge to take another bite of you as he rutted out his own orgasm.
“S’good-- so good.” You sobbed, obviously overwhelmed; he felt his heart swell as you clung to him, pressing kisses to every inch of his skin you could reach.
“My beautiful, precious girl. You’re so perfect.” Tendou crooned, barely taking a moment to catch his breath as he slipped out of you, keen on making sure he hadn’t done too much damage.
“Show-- show me, please.” Hiccuping through your sobs, you wriggled beneath him until he leaned back to show you his eyes.
You reached up to cup his cheek, running your thumb along his cheekbone as you took in the black sclera with watery eyes. He knew from experience you thought they were beautiful, just as you knew how much he hated hearing it said aloud.
“Let's get you cleaned up.” His whisper -- followed by a sweet, soothing kiss to your wrist -- had you nodding along, letting him help you to the bathroom on wobbly legs. Obediently, you sat on the toilet as he ran a bath for you and patched up your wound.
Tendou contemplated how lucky he was to find someone who not only accepted him, but reveled in his nature; you basked in his unusually soft treatment as the two of you silently settled into the warm water.
Slap
Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader
Warning(s): NSFW. Mean Dom!Ushijima. Bratty Reader. Dubcon. Spanking. Slapping.
Authors Note: Reposted.
He’d slapped you. Like. Actually slapped you. Distantly, you realized that he hadn’t done it at full strength -- probably not even a quarter of it, seeing as you’d watched his expression shift from anger to surprise right before he connected -- or you’d definitely be missing teeth.
He was Ushijima Wakatoshi, after all. Usually a very... well, not a soft dom, but definitely not a hard one either; the worst you’d ever gotten was a spanking when you’d been particularly bratty. Once.
The shock wore off quickly and you were immediately readying to spit fire, when the same hand that had hit you gripped your chin and forced you to look at him. It was in that moment you realized that maybe you shouldn’t have been such a bitch when he’d embarrassed you by snapping at the guys who’d leered at you at the bar Semi’d dragged you two to.
Oh Christ, then you’d argued with him about it-- oh fuck--
“Turn around.” You’d been so fixated on the way his eyes were boring into yours that the words didn’t register quick enough for his liking; Ushijima shifted his grip to your hair and forced you to spin himself with a soft scoff of annoyance.
“If you can’t take it, say red.” And he plucked at just the right nerve as he pressed your face against the hallway wall. You tried to push yourself off of it, hissing in irritation as he hiked your dress up. Realizing you were planning on being difficult, his grip in your hair tightened as he fumbled to get his pants pushed down enough to free his cock.
“Did you hear me?” The question was accompanied by a teeth-rattling slap to your newly exposed ass and you actually let out a squeal.
“Yes, I heard you!” Another slap that actually brought tears to your eyes. There was no way you weren’t going to be bruised by tomorrow, and that alone had you thrashing to get out of his grip.
“Yes, what?” How he could sound so composed as he teased your folds with that monster cock of his was beyond you, especially since you were already trembling from the pain.
“Yes, what, Y/N?” Hearing your own name instead of baby, or sweetheart finally had tears falling from your eyes, sniffling softly as he pulled your head back from the wall to take in your frustrated expression.
“Yes, sir.” You finally submitted under his glare, responding meekly as his presence managed to douse your fire. The smirk he gave you when he realized you’d surrendered had you clenching your thighs.
“Good.” It was the only warning you got as he abruptly snapped his hips, burying himself inside you with enough force to knock the wind from you.
