Infatuated
“kissin’ kissin’ oh, ooh. kissin’ kissin’ oh, ooh. lover girl. megan thee stallion
mdni 18+. genre: modern au, college au, friends to lovers au. 秤 金次/boyfriend!kinji hakari x fem reader. warnings: smut, swearing, playboy!hakari, overstimulation, female oral, loss of composure, dirty talk, cum eating, hakari is obsessed with reader, multiple orgasms, dom hakari, clingly hakari, implied breeding kink, p in v sex, messy sex, unprotected sex, creampies. ↳ sypnosis - hakari doesn’t do serious. he doesn’t do exclusive. he definitely doesn’t get obsessed. but when he lays his eyes on you that quickly changes. author’s note immediately got to writing after watching the fifth episode of jjk. w/c—ꨄ︎ 5.3k
boyfriend!hakari who has a reputation.
the kind girls whisper about.
the kind proffesors frown upon.
Kinji Hakari. the campus playboy.
parties thrown every weekend, different girls in his dorm every night and hookups that never lasted longer than a week.
he thrives on it. the attention. the thrill.
boyfriend!hakari who swears he doesn’t get attached. doesn’t need to nor want to.
until he sees you.
boyfriend!hakari who is absolutely infatuated with you when he first lays his eyes on you.
boyfriend!hakari who was mid conversation with his friends in the college library, half listening to gojo rant about something stupid, when his words just…stop completely loosing his train of thought.
“and that’s why I’m right” gojo finishes.
hakari doesn’t respond.
choso squints at him. "bro, you good ?"
he doesn’t answer that either.
because he was busy looking at you.
“who’s that?” he mutters almost to himself.
gojo follows his line of sight and grins, “ohhh. so that’s what got you so quiet.”
hakari barley hears him.
all he can think is—
how are you that fucking beautiful?
not just pretty.
different.
you’re not loud. not trying too hard, not scanning the room for attention like the other girls he entertains.
you look….real.
and for the first time in a long time, something in him shifts.
boyfriend!hakari who’s used to being the one people look at.
now can’t look away.
geto snaps his fingers in front of his face. “earth to kinji.”
hakari doesn’t blink.
".....I think I just saw my future wife." he says slowly.
They thought he was joking.
He wasn't.
boyfriend!hakari who cannot stop staring at your eyes, swears they're the prettiest he's ever seen. the kind that made him feel he could get lost in them for hours. the kind that made his chest tighten in a way he's never felt before.
boyfriend!hakari who notices everything about you within seconds, the way your lips curve when you smile, the way your body moves when you walk, confident and unbothered.
"She's got the prettiest eyes I've ever seen." he tells the group later.
"And her body?" choso teases.
Hakari exhales slowly, shaking his head like he's overwhelmed. "fucking dangerous...."
boyfriend!hakari who doesn't even try to hide how smitten he is over you. talking about you like you're already his.
boyfriend!hakari who find's excuses to get more closer to you.
you're in the hallway?
he was just headed that way.
you're outside with your friends?
crazy, he was just about to take a smoke break.
you're working on a project in library?
no way, he's got a 'group project' to work on in there too.
boyfriend!hakari who's usually smooth, confident and cocky but once he get's to talk to you face to face he immediately forgets every line he's ever used.
"are you going to keep staring at me orrr?" you say jokingly.
he almost folded.
boyfriend!hakari who grins rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, trying to recover.
and all that comes out is.
"you're so pretty" he blurts out.
and you just laugh.
"thank you?"
he swears that laugh knocked a year off his life.
he was such a fucking idiot.
boyfriend!hakari who does not shut up about you after that. every conversation somehow rerouting back to you.
"she talked to me today."
gojo doesn't even look up. "and she spoke like two words to you"
he glares at him. "it was three."
"oh wow, big fucking difference"
hakari leans back in his chair like he's offended. "you guys don't get it."
"oh we do." geto says, "your down bad."
hakari ignores that. because he is but that's besides the point.
"so what did you do?"
"....complimented her."
"with actual game?"
"...I called her pretty."
they all just stare at him.
"you are hopeless." choso says.
hakari scowls. "no I'm not." he replies, "plus it was genuine."
"thats not the issue." gojo sighs dramatically, "instead of actually talking about her like some lovesick puppy, why don't you ask her out on a date ?"
he goes silent for a second.
him asking you out.
that was out of the question.
"and what if she says no?" he mutters, more serious than he's been this whole time.
geto raises a brow, "you? afraid of rejection."
hakari clicks his tongue. "it's not the rejection part I'm worried about."
it's the thought of you seeing him differently.
of you pulling away from him.
not being able to see your smile again.
boyfriend!hakari who's faced fights before, who's never hesitated chasing what he wants.....
was afraid of asking you out.
gojo nudges him in the shoulder, "man up. the worst she can say is no."
hakari exhales slowly, rubbing his temples with his fingers.
"nah." he mutters. "the worst thing she can do is stop smiling at me."
choso snorts. "damn. it's that serious?"
"c'mon lighten up, I doubt she's going to be a bitch about it."
hakari glares at geto "don't call her that."
"ooo, protective already?"
hakari rolls his eyes, "no. I’m just saying she’s not like that” he rubs a hand over his face, “and besides, I don't want to make it weird."
choso studies him for a second, “weird how?”
“like….what if she doesn’t see me the same way. I don’t wanna mess that up by pushing too hard”
geto expression softens. “so you actually care about this girl?”
“obviously” he replies like it was the most obvious thing.
"ok then so what's the plan?" choso asks, crossing his arms.
hakari sighs.
"....I'm gonna ask her."
gojo grins. "that's the spirit."
"but" he adds, pointing at them. "if she stops smiling at me, I'm blaming all of you."
choso laughs. "you’re already in too deep."
hakari doesn't deny it.
because he is.
boyfriend!hakari who spots you down the end of the hallway and starts breaking a sweat.
why are his hands clammy?
why is it suddenly hot in here?
the sunlight beams down on you, hitting your face just right as you laugh at something your friend says, and for a second he almost backs out.
he swallows, rolls his back and approaches you before calling out your name.
you turn.
and there it is again.
that smile.
he almost forgets why he walked over there.
"hey" you say, tilting your head slightly. "you look serious"
"I'm not." he lies immediately.
you and your friend share a look and you raise a brow.
he rubs the back off his neck, a nervous habit that your started to notice.
"ok maybe I am but..."
your friend nudges your arm, winking at you like she knows what's about to happen before excusing herself, leaving just the two of you alone.
and suddenly the hallway felt too quiet.
boyfriend!hakari who forces himself not to look away this time.
"I, uh... was wondering if you'd wanna go out with me?"
you blink at him.
"like....a date?" he nods.
"yeah. a real one."
you pretend to think about it and it feel's like a century to him.
"I'd like that."
everything stops.
"w..really?"
"yes hakari." you laugh.
he exhales so hard it almost sounds like he was holding in his breath.
"you serious?"
you laugh even harder. "I'm serious."
he smiles like he's won the fucking lottery.
he tries to keep his cool but he fails miserably.
"I'll..uh...plan something."
you shake your head, smiling at him like you knew how nervous he was.
you've known.
he clears his throat. "actually.... can I get your number?"
you smile, grabbing his phone and typing your number in as he waited anxiously.
"can't wait for our date." you tease lightly, before turning and walking away, leaving him with his phone in hand as he stared at the contact on his screen.
rereading it to make sure it was real.
he actually just asked you out.
boyfriend!hakari who runs immediately to tell the group you said yes, showing his phone with your contact number saved as if he was presenting evidence in court.
gojo squints at the screen. “what am I looking at.”
“her number”
“no way” choso says, leaning in closer.
“you actually managed to ask her” geto chimes in.
hakari glares at him. “ha ha very funny.”
gojo smiles, throwing his arm around hakari’s shoulder, pulling him in. “look at you. I told you she wouldn’t say no.”
hakari scoffs, “it wasn’t that simple to do.”
“oh.” gojo teases, “since when does the kinji hakari struggle to get a girls number.”
he rolls his eyes, him struggling. never.
“I didn’t. I just said I managed to bag the number.”
gojo looks at him for a second, then laughs. “she reallly brings out a whole different side of you.”
“yeah she’s got him acting all shy.” choso teases.
hakari’s head snaps towards him. “fuck off.”
geto bursts out laughing “he didn’t even try and deny it.”
“I’m not shy.” he says, defensive.
“you were practically shitting yourself at the idea of asking her out.” choso adds.
he glares at all of them. “y’all are insufferable.”
boyfriend!hakari who’s asked out plenty of woman before was now sweating over a single text message. his thumb hovered over the screen.
deleting. retyping. panicking. then deleting again. because this wasn’t just any girl.
it was you.
he stares at the screen for a solid minute before finally typing,
hey it’s hakari.
how about dinner Saturday at 8. I know a spot I think you’ll like.
he reads it once. twice and almost deletes it.
“fuck it” he mutters, before pressing send, his phone immediately getting thrown onto the bed,
his heart beats out of his chest like he’d just ran a mile and then—
buzz.
his hands immediately grab his phone.
saturday sounds perfect. I’ll see you then ;)
he falls back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling with the biggest grin on his face.
“she sent a winky face…” he whispers to himself, almost laughing.
a winky face.
to him.
boyfriend!hakari who’s flirted with half the campus
is currently blushing alone in his room over a single “;)”
yeah he was beyond gone.
boyfriend!hakari who’s nervously fixing his collar for the fifth time as he waits for you to arrive.
he tells himself to relax.
“it’s just dinner.” he mutters to himself.
just. dinner.
but when he sees you walking towards him outside the restaurant, in a tight skin dress showing off everything that you had to offer, he nearly forgets how to breathe.
he straightens up, trying to pretend he wasn’t staring but he fails, his eyes dragging over you once before snapping back up to your face.
“you clean up nice” you tease, once you reach him.
he huffs a quiet laugh, trying to sound normal.
“yeah?” his voice a little lower than usual. “you’re…wow.”
wow?
that’s what he was going with?
he clears his throat. “you look amazing” he corrects, softer this time.
you giggle, thanking him before he steps towards the door, holding it open for you as you walk pass him.
boyfriend!hakari who’s normally bold without thinking is careful with you. really taking the time to get to know you, asking about your hobbies and interests and remembering the little things you told him.
the way you don’t like onions.
your favourite song that you always had on repeat.
the cute little face you make whenever your thinking.
boyfriend!hakari who’s only wanted one thing out of girls, finds himself slowing down just to match your pace.
the date goes well and he drives you home, waiting until you managed to get inside.
you turn around before closing it, giving him a small wave and that smile.
that smile.
he sits in his car for a second after the door shuts, staring at it like an idiot.
“yeah…” he mutters to himself, smiling, before finally pulling away.
as soon as he gets back to his dorm he messages the group the date was a success and they congratulate him, a few ‘told you so’s’ flooding the chat like they’d coached him through the whole fucking thing.
and five minutes later they’re facetiming.
“look at you, one date and your glowing” choso says, his face taking up half the screen.
“I’m not glowing.”
“yeah” choso hums, leaning into frame. “you are. It’s kinda cute seeing you like this”
they all laugh and he clicks his tongue, brushing him off. “shut up”
by the end of the night, he’s laying on his back one arm tucked behind his head, whilst looking up at the ceiling, replaying the nights events.
his phone buzzes.
he doesn’t check it right away thinking it was gojo spamming the gc with his bullshit.
but then it buzzes again.
he grabs it.
it’s you.
I had fun tonight.
his chest tightens and his thumbs fly to the screen and start typing without thinking.
yeah? I did too. we’ll have to do it again sometime.
he sends it.
then three bubbles appear before his phone buzzed again.
I’d love to.
he flips onto his back dramatically, running a hand over his face.
he’s grinning like an idiot, again.
boyfriend!hakari who you’ve now been on a few dates with has now gotten closer with you. dinners becoming late night walks, late night walks turning into study sessions and study sessions turning into bringing you snacks, walking you to class and finding excuses to sit next to you.
he introduces you to his friends one afternoon, trying to act casual about it.
“this is the pretty girl I’ve been telling you about.” he says, immediately regretting saying it out loud.
you glance at him, a grin spreading across your face.
“pretty girl huh?” you repeat, amused.
gojo smirks and choso looks like he’s holding back a laugh,
“don’t start” he replies, shaking his head.
“so this is the girl you never shut up about.” gojo says and hakari glares at him.
“I don’t talk about her that much”
choso deadpans, “you told us what perfume she wears.”
geto nods. “and called her your future wife.”
your eyebrows lift slowly as you turn to hakari who’s all red in the face. “you did what?”
hakari rubs the back of his neck, glaring at them. “ok and—”
he pauses.
“oops.”
gojo bursts out laughing.
“oops?” choso repeats humorously.
geto adjusts his sleeves. “that wasn’t a denial.”
hakari groans. “man, it was a joke.”
“future wife huh?” you say, fighting a smile.
“they’re twisting my words” he says, refusing to look at you now.
“I mean…..I don’t mind” you say lightly, “i kinda like being labelled wifey material.”
his head snaps toward you so fast it’s almost comical.
“don’t say it like that,” he mumbles, cheeks heating up.
choso looses it behind him.
gojo just shakes his head.
geto smirks, “look at you getting all shy again.”
“got him blushing and shit.” choso mutters before laughing again.
hakari glares at them before looking back at you, his eyes softer this time.
they introduce themselves after the teasing and laughter dies down.
gojo sticks his hand out first, dramatic as ever. “I’m gojo. the most attractive guy in the group.”
geto rolls his eyes. “self proclaimed.” he corrects smoothly. “geto. most people call me suguru but I’m fine with either.”
choso gives you a small nod, not bothering to stand up. “choso.”
gojo gestures towards him. “he acts nonchalant, but don’t let that shit fool you.”
choso sighs. “no I don’t.”
“yes you do, you act all emo whenever your around the hoes”
hakari glares at him. “my bad. the woman”
“I am not emo.”
“you literally wear all black and have piercings in every crevice you can think of.”
“it’s practical and I only have like 8 piercings and most of them are on my ears.”
geto hums. “he also listens to sad music unironically.”
choso narrows his eyes. “playboy carti does not make any ‘sad music’. ”
geto snorts. “you just proved my point. every alleged non emo says the same shit.”
choso huffs, rolling his eyes. “no they don’t.” he snaps, “and carti is not sad, just cause you don’t understand the music doesn’t mean you get to label it.”
gojo whistles, “whoa. he’s getting defensive.”
“I’m not defensive” choso shoots back, “you two just run your mouths about shit you don’t know about.”
there’s a minute of silence.
and then you laugh at the exchange, covering your mouth as choso shoots you a look too.
gojo notices immediately. “see? she thinks we’re funny. that’s a good sign.”
“she’s laughing at you,” choso mutters.
“nah, she’s laughing at you and the little pigtails you’ve got going on” gojo retorts.
you glance at his hair and press your lips together, trying not to laugh harder.
“they’re not pigtails, dickhead.”
“they absolutely are” geto counters back, “you look like the lead drummer from a rock band that takes itself too seriously ”
you snort before you can stop yourself and choso glares at you all.
hakari steps in quickly before it escalates.
“can y’all relax?” hakari says, stopping their argument. “your embarrassing me.”
gojo playfully shoves him. “what? we’re just messing around and she doesn’t seem to mind.”
you glance at hakari, amused.
“I should’ve never brought you around them.” he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I bring you around one time and they act like this.”
you look up at him still smiling, “nah” you say, “I like them.”
gojo smiles. “see? lighten up kinji she actually likes us.”
you bump your shoulder against his. “plus….its kinda cute seeing you all flustered.”
“I’m not flustered.” he says way too fast.
“your ears are red”
choso hums. “they are.”
geto nods. “very.”
hakari glares at you all. “I’m surrounded by children.”
but he can’t even look annoyed.
because you’re smiling at him like that and that had his heart racing a million times over.
boyfriend!hakari who waits a few weeks to finally ask you to be his.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you something” he says, shoving one hand into his pocket and the other sliding into yours properly this time.
you glance at him, the sudden contact catching you off guard.
he seems serious.
not as nervous as before.
“oh?” you hum.
he slows you down as you near his car, turning to face you fully under the dim park lights.
“I don’t wanna keep introducing you as ‘the girl I’m seeing’,” he admits. “and I certainly don’t wanna hear satoru call you ‘my almost’.”
you laugh.
he doesn’t.
“I know my reputation isn’t the best” he continues, “and that I used to bounce between different girls.”
he pauses.
“but that stopped after I met you.”
“I don’t text other girls, I don’t entertain them and I don’t want to” he says, “you’re the only one I think about”
you search his face.
there’s no smirk.
no hint of any smile.
just straight honesty.
“I’m not trying to play around with you” he adds, “I wanna do this shit right.”
his thumb brushes over your knuckle, almost loving.
“I guess what I’m trying to say is”
he pauses again.
“….will you be my girlfriend?”
the park lights glow faintly around you almost like you were in a disney movie.
you don’t say anything.
looking at him with an unreadable expression.
his stomach drops.
did he just fuck up?
was that too serious?
did he push too hard?
too soon?
his grip loosens slightly, “forget it I—”
then you step closer.
“relax” you say, softly.
his brows knit together. “so…”
“yes kinji.”
he blinks.
“yes?” he repeats.
“yes” you laugh, smiling. “I’ll be yours.”
the relief crashes over him and his hands wrap around your waist pulling you closer without hesitation.
“say that again.” he murmurs, forehead almost touching yours and you giggle.
“I’ll be yours.”
that’s all he needs.
he kisses you.
his hand sliding up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing against the warmth of your cheek as he deepens it slightly.
you lean into him, fingers sliding up his jacket, gripping the fabric to pull him closer. your lips move against his with the same intensity he’s giving you, moaning into his mouth as the kiss got more hungrier.
he makes this low, surprised sound in his throat when you kiss him back like that.
like he didn’t expect you to match him.
like he didn’t expect you to want him just as badly.
he pulls back just enough to look at you.
and how fucking pretty you looked under the dimmed lights.
“yeah?” you murmer, lips slightly swollen and eyes half closed.
“yeah” he repeats.
and then he does something impulsive.
his hands slide lower, gripping around your thighs as he lifts you clean off the ground.
you let out a surprised laugh, instinctively wrapping your arms around his shoulder as he spins you around.
he’s grinning now. happier than you’ve ever seen him.
“okay.” he mutters, almost to himself. “this is real.”
you giggle, playfully swatting his arm. “put me down kinji!”
he chuckles low, tightening his hold just a little. “not a chance”
“hey!” you laugh, hitting him again on the shoulder. “I said put me down, you prick!”
he shakes his head, leaning closer so your foreheads touch. “you like it.” he teases, lightly.
“I do not….” you protest, but your giggle gives you away.
he leans in again, kissing you softly and you kiss him back just as desperate, fingers tangling in his hair, still laughing and gasping between kisses.
“you’re so fucking beautiful” he whispers against your lips.
you freeze, cheeks heating instantly, as you avoided eye contact. “shut up...”
“now who’s the one all shy?” he murmurs, grinning against your forehead.
“fuc—“ you start flustered, before he presses a soft kiss to your temple.
boyfriend!hakari who’s the happiest man alive, holding you close under the park lights.
and once your officially his ?
oh, it’s bad.
boyfriend!hakari who can’t keep his hands off you once you become a thing.
not in a messy or disrespectful way but in a clingy, obsessed kinda way. his hands always finding its way around your waist, sliding down ‘cluelessly’ when you’re standing in front of him. fingers hooking into the belt loops of your jeans to pull you back against him.
and yeah?
your ass?
his absolute favourite.
if you’re sitting on his lap, his hands settle there like they were made for it. if your walking side by side or directly infront of him, his palms drift low, squeezing the fat in his hands before slapping your ass causing you to jump in surprise.
and you hit him, shooting a dirty look.
“kinji!” you scold.
“what?” he’ll grin, not even pretending to feign innocence. “I’m just appreciating.”
you narrow your eyes at him, pouting slightly as you rub the spot he smacked while trying (and failing) to look mad.
“you’re so annoying.” you mumble.
he steps closers, hands settling around waist as he pulled you closer. “you love it.”
you roll your eyes but you fight a smile.
boyfriend!hakari who doesn’t flinch when you call him an ass-aholic, embracing it like some kind of achievement.
“ass-aholic huh?” he repeats, lifting a brow. “I like the sound of that.”
“you should” you say, sucking on the popsicle in your mouth. “it suits you.”
he sits beside you, the leather dipping under his weight as his hand snakes towards your ass, giving it a playful slap before pulling you closer by the loop in your jeans.
“can you blame me?” he says, leaning closer to you ear. “you make it very hard to behave.”
you smack his chest, lightly. “you don’t even try to, kinji.”
“that’s not true” he argues. “I try. for like…three seconds.”
you laugh, slow and sweet, swirling your tongue around the ball just to be evil.
boyfriend!hakari who immediately clocks the way you’re swirling your tongue around the popsicle.
his eyes drop for half a second then narrow.
and his jaw tightens.
“you doing that shit on purpose?” he asks.
you blink at him innocently. “doing what?”
“don’t act all innocent” he mutters, rubbing his hand on your ass. “you know exactly what you’re doing.”
you tilt your head, taking another slow lick of the popsicle just to tease him. “I’m just eating it…”
he exhales through his nose.
“exactly” you reply, when he keeps staring.
his hand rubs your ass almost like a warning.
“you’re not slick,” he says.
“what?” you giggle, smiling around the popsicle. “are you getting flustered?”
he scoffs. “I don’t get flustered”
“you do.” you say, “your ears are red again.”
he clicks his tongue. “keep playing with me like that and you’ll see what happens.”
“oh?” you hum, leaning closer. “is that a threat?”
“it’s a warning so I suggest you quit that shit.”
your eyes narrow slightly, “you’re not scary”
“never said i was trying to be scary.” he mutters, “i said I wouldn’t be nice.”
“oh no” you mock teasingly, “whatever are you going to do, kinji?”
“kinji!” you moan, pulling his hair as his tongue dives deeper into your slick folds. his hands gripping your things firmly, spreading them wider as he laps at your leaking pussy with relentless hunger, his breath hot against your your sensitive skin.
you arch your back, his mouth working magic on you as he sucks your clit with just the right amount of pleasure that has you gripping the couch.
he flicks his tongue around your sensitive bud, in teasing strokes that mirror the way you tormented him earlier with, grinning into your pussy as your hips buck up once again against his face but he doesn’t let up, his free hand going to slap your pussy as you jump in shock.
his eyes make their way back to your glossy ones.
slapping once. twice. that your pussy’s glistening with your juices.
“fuck, kinji pleaseeee!” you plead but he ignores you, sealing his lips around your clit again and sucking hard. the pull so intense, that it draws a cry from your lips as your eyes roll back. his tongue presses flat against you, lapping up the mess he’s caused, while sliding two thick fingers inside you, curling them up against your walls.
you squirm around his head, but he pins you down with his weight, his other hand digging into your hip to hold you steady. the sting between your legs, amps up the pleasure your feeling, the vibration buzzing straight to your core as you feel yourself clench around his fingers, chasing that building release.
kinji pulls back just enough to watch you struggle, “kinji please, oh fuck I’m gonna—” you words dissolve into a moan as he’s back on you, plunging his fingers deeper that you could feel the urge to pee building, the slick sounds filling the air.
he doesn’t stop, not even giving himself a second to breathe, pushing you to the absolute limit until your body tenses, squirting all over his fingers in a wave crashing orgasm that leaves you trembling.
but even as you come down, he keeps going his hand pushing firmly against the bottom of your stomach, pushing down slightly as he finger blasted you, gushy sounds coming from you as your brows knit together and the whites of your eyes could only be seen.
and it’s not long until squirt all over him again, your head falling back absolutely spent as he goes down on you again, lapping at your essence until there was nothing left.
boyfriend!hakari who had just given the most mind boggling head you’ve ever received now has you in a mating press, positioning himself at your entrance and burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust that stretches your walls around him.
you cry out, the sudden fullness overwhelming after your orgasms, but he doesn’t give you the time to adjust, pounding into you without mercy. his hips slam forward relentlessly, bouncing himself off your body as he drives deeper each time.
your pussy clenches around his dick, creaming thickly around him, white rings forming around the base with every withdraw. the wet obscene sounds of him fucking you fill the room, mixing in with your broken pleas and skin slapping, where his hips and your ass meet.
tears stream down your cheeks at how fucking good it feels, the pleasure bordering on too much as your mind turns to mush. “kinji—fuck yo fuucking me soooo good.” you whimper, but your words slur together, incoherent as he plunges into you harder, balls smacking against your ass.
he grunts above you, resting his head against yours as he presses a kiss against your temple, his hands pinning your thighs down to keep you folded and open for him.
he leans in closer, breath ragged against your ear as he keeps up the punishing rhythm. “such a good girl taking this shit for me.” his tip hits that spot inside over and over that has your vision blurring, your body jerking with each thrust.
you go dumb from it, reduced to nothing but gasps and moans, as tears soak your face, your pussy fluttering wildly around him, milking him for all he’s worth.
but his pace doesn’t falter, his muscles flexing as he chases his own release, pounding you into the couch as he pulled back slowly, eyes locking in on the sight where your bodies joined, watching his dick slide in and out of your entrance, that glistened with your creamy arousal before slamming back in harder with a wet slap.
you push at his arms, making an attempt of running away from his brutal thrusts, your walls crying out in overstimulation as he doesn’t slow down.
“don’t push me” he murmurs low against your ear, “you wanted to fucking tease me, right?”
you shake your head frantically, a broken whimper leaving your lips as your lips part but no words form as he flexed his hips, testing the waters as he hit even deeper that it felt like he could split you in half.
“so don’t start acting all scared now” he growls, lifting his head to meet your wide eyed gaze. “your gonna take every last bit I give you. since you thought it was funny to test me.”
his words punctuate with every deep thrust he gives you, churning the mess inside you into a white sticky mess as you gasped, clawing at his back, your whimpers turning into breathy moans as he pushed you towards another orgasm that you were sure your body couldn’t handle.
he groaned, resting his head against your side as he kissed up and down your neck.
he kisses up and down your neck, grinning at your flushed face, his hand sliding from your hips towards your lower abdomen again, pushing down firmly as he could feel the bulge of his own dick outlined inside you, stretching you out from the inside. “fuck, you feel that?”
“that’s me buried in so deep I can feel it there.” you whimper, barley responding to him as his palm compresses your belly, making his invasion even more intense, like he was rearranging your guts with every subtle movement.
“kinj- I’m gon-gonna come again….” you moan incoherently, your words slurring as he kissed your lips, almost like he was shutting you up.
“I know cum f’me pretty.” he mumbles against your lips, repeatedly hitting your spot over and over again as you gasp into his mouth before cumming again, your orgasm ripping through you more intensely than before as your juices soaked his cock, dripping down him and onto the couch below.
his breath becomes ragged, muscles tensing as he gives you one more lazy thrust before burying himself inside you, filling your pussy with his thick cum as your pussy flutters around him, mixing in with the lingering aftershocks of your orgasm as he holds you there, savouring the way your body milks every last drop out of him.
“told you I’d make you regret it.”
boyfriend!hakari who’s never felt more alive than when’s he’s holding you close, grinning like an idiot, thinking…
yeah.
this is it.
I’ve found my passion.