⟣ cw/tw: very brief mentions of gun/violence, oral f!receiving, spit, impact play - clit slapping, toxic relationship(? won’t let you leave because of clothes), light degradation, use of “daddy”, use of “baby girl” and “princess” praise
⟣ a/n: this is my first actual writing I’m posting. this is scary... why is posting so scary. anyways have some Sanzu because I love him lots.
Sanzu leaned on the edge of his desk, hanging up the phone with one more deal finished for Mikey. His day had been filled with nothing but annoyances, one after another, none of the deals going the way they were supposed to. Some underling somewhere was majorly fucking things up and he was pissed about it. Leaning over he grabbed his gun off the table along with his jacket, getting ready to leave and go find the fuck up and make a lesson out of him. The clicking sound of your heels coming down the hallway made him pause as he remembered that you were going out to some birthday party or some shit for a friend.
You hurriedly approached Sanzu’s office, wanting to say a quick good bye before heading out. Why you never started getting ready earlier you’ll never know, accepting that you’ll almost always be late to whatever you had planned. Entering his office, you immediately pick up on the fact that he’s not in a great mood. His eyes narrow as they slowly slide over your body, taking in every detail of the dress that you had finally worked up the courage to wear. It hung off of your body perfectly, highlighting every single curve that he loved. He suddenly found himself even more pissed off.
You watched him slowly set his gun back down, movements a little stiff. Your confidence faltered, you had thought for sure he would love the dress. You pouted and wondered if you should bring it up but before you could even say anything to him he reached out grabbing your wrist and yanking you to him. The action made you yelp in surprise as you were pulled forward making you almost trip in your heels. You met his eyes, wondering what the hell was up with him. “Haru wha-,” you began before he cut you off.
“You’re not going out dressed like this,” he said, his voice husky with.. anger? Lust? You weren’t sure exactly but either way it made you clench your thighs a little tighter.
The clock ticking on the wall reminded you of how you were already late enough so you tried to pull away, noticing how his grip tightened on your wrist. “Look I’m already running late, I need to go..,” your voiced drifted off, throat dry.
“Fuck the party princess. I said,” he paused for emphasis. “You’re not leaving like this.” He released your wrist, opting instead to grab your throat, pulling you right up against him. His mouth was on yours before you could speak, uncaring of the gloss on your lips. He shrugged off the coat he had just adorned while slipping both hands under your thighs and lifting you up, making it very apparent how hard he already was as he brushed you against him.
Your mouth moved against his, inviting his tongue in and moaning into him. He always riled you up so easily, just a few touches and you were melting. He plopped you down on his desk, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth before stepping back. The thin fabric of your dress was pushed up revealing your underwear.. underwear that Sanzu apparently seemed personally offended by as he ripped them right off your body. “You really thought you could get away with leaving in something like this baby girl?” He knelt down, yanking you to the edge of the desk.
“I di- didn’t know you wouldn’t app- approve,” you stuttered out, hips jerking forward as he slapped your clit.
“It’s not that I don’t approve. It’s that I approve a little too much,” he mused as he leaned forward, letting a drop of spit fall onto your cunt. His eyes watched it slide down through your folds, loving the way it mixed in with the wetness already there. You whined out with impatience, reaching down to touch yourself. Unsurprisingly your hand was knocked away, a frown slipping onto his face as he slapped your clit again, much harder this time. You let out a small scream, tears flooding your eyes while trying to mutter out that you’re sorry. “Shh, princess. If you don’t behave I won’t let you cum.. and I know how much you hate being denied that.” He smiled, knowing you would likely comply and he was absolutely right.
A loud moan broke free from you when he finally started rubbing your clit, interrupted by a small sob when he pinched it before lightly brushing over it. You tried bucking forwards searching for more stimulation which you immediately got in the form of yet another slap to your already drenched cunt. Long gone were the days of being embarrassed with how fast you were turned on by him. He hated when you acted shy, because why would such a pretty thing be ashamed when they look as sexy as you do with your cunt dripping so easily for him. “Come on now doll, you know better,” he said in-between kisses to the inside of your thighs. “I expect you to behave. I’ve already had a bad day, and you’re going to make it better for me.”
You’d have to remember later to ask why his day was so bad, but now was definitely not the time as his lips finally wrapped around your clit, nipping it before sucking harshly. Broken moans left you, your breath already coming out in pants. Sanzu was always mixing pain and pleasure especially after he found out you liked it just as much as he did. You wanted him to make you cry, and he was more than willing to do so. He slipped in 2 fingers, curling them up to hit that spongy spot that he was an expert at reaching immediately. Your thighs squeezed around his head, his fingers pumping in and out, tongue circling and flicking your clit. “Hah, s-so good daddy,” you breathed out, clenching around his fingers as your orgasm built, hips bucking anytime his teeth pulled at your sensitive clit.
Sanzu moaned into you, drowning in the pretty sounds you were making, rejoicing in how you were making it hard to breathe with how tightly you were squeezing around his head. His hand that wasn’t deep in your pussy, gripped onto a thigh, his fingers digging harshly into your soft flesh before smacking it. He smiled against your clit at the sound ringing through the air, your cries accompanying it.
“m’ so close daddy.. wanna cum,” your voice was desperate with need, hands clenching the edges of the desk, eyes rolled back, your legs holding him down like a vice.
He released your puffy clit from his mouth with a small pop, using his thumb to rub instead while he looked at the state you were in. Fuck you looked so good like this, barely a coherent word leaving your mouth that wasn’t “daddy” or “ wanna cum”.
“What are you waiting for princess, cum for me. I don’t have all day.” Pumping his fingers faster and continuously circling your clit now with his free hand groaning as he felt how your walls were gripping his fingers, your whines echoing off the walls as your orgasm finally hit, making you arch slightly off the desk as you cried out. His fingers continued, slower now, working you through your high.
He slid his fingers out while smirking at the way your body twitched every time his thumb brushed over your swollen clit. You thought you could catch your breath for a second just as you felt a slap on your clit that had you shooting straight up and coming face to face with him. Grabbing your chin in a firm grip he tapped your lips with his fingers coated in your juices. “Open up doll and clean up the mess you made.”
Never breaking eye contact you opened up, rolling your tongue over his fingers and sucking off your slick, moaning at the taste of yourself while watching your boyfriend’s mouth quirk up in amusement. “Good girl,” he rasped out. You already looked fucked out, your eye makeup you probably spent forever doing for the party, completely ruined by the tears that had ran down your face. It was truly a site he loved, making his cock twitch in his pants. His fingers pushed your tongue down and hooked behind your teeth as he pulled your face closer to him. “But you can be even better for me right? You’re gonna get on your knees and let me use this pretty mouth of yours isn’t that right?”
With how he was pushing on your tongue you couldn’t really answer so you nodded as best as you could, drool starting to leak out of the corner of your mouth. His scared smiled stretched wide as he released your mouth. “I know you will. You’re my perfect little slut after all.”
I just wanna be riding Damien in the moonlight. Him just holding my hips down on his with one hand, the other softly caressing my cheek. Telling me how much of a good boy I've been for him. Just us going slow, making sure he savors every little sound drawn out. Him speeding up at a slightly different angle, hitting the sweet spot. Damien bucking his hips, burying himself further in as he finishes.
You can bet that he gives the best aftercare- tons of cuddling and compliments after a nice shower. He even calls in sick the next day to tend to our every need.
-(If 🐁 Anon [Mouse Anon] is available, I'd like to claim it please)
Apparently I've developed a mommy kink even though I'm nb. So poor Damien is now the subject of my fantasies. I want to peg him and hear him call me mommy and beg me to let him cum because he's been so good for mommy
Sweet boy deserves to get his brains fucked out until he's just a babbling mess. Mr. Mayor needs a break and for someone else to take care of him, for a change. 💤🪐
Vampire Dark feeding off of me before he starts grinding against me. I try to rub against him, but he snarls before placing his hands on my hips, keeping me from moving as he grinds his clothed erection harder against me.
"Such a good little slut for me~" He says in a deep voice that echos throughout my head. "Letting me feed off of you and then fuck you. Such an adorable little monster fucker you are~"
He then proceeds to fuck me needily long throughout the night, feeding from me periodically during it. -Spooky 🎃
Dysphoria's a bitch I just wanna be held by Damien/Dark and have them softly comfort me, gently stroking my hair while calling me their pretty boy -💄 (I wish to be lipstick anon if that's alright with you)
