Forcing Shin to stay quiet in the employees-only backroom with a full house right outside — customers piling into Sakamoto's store for an impossible-to-ignore discount. He's got everything on the line and yet he still chooses to let you stuff him full, trashing about as quietly as he could. And he's failing at it. Badly.
It's not like they can tell. Embarrassingly so.
His high-pitched whines sound way too girly for the typical fella attending the front for them to realize it's him.
YOU DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH IVE BEEN THINKING OF THIS.
Why did he let it get to this point?!
He wants to blame it all on you. If it wasn’t for his fucking mind reading ability, he wouldn’t be in this dilemma in the first place. He was just trying to mind the busy store, living up to the Sakamoto ideals, but you just had to be on break, your very lewd thoughts polluting his brain. Shin couldn’t focus on the customers in front of him, stammering with voice cracks every time you thought of fucking him slowly in the break room.
Sakamoto even though he was sick with how flushed his face was, so he had to take a break, just to calm down. It was also a chance to tell you to chill the fuck out!
So why was he here, with unbuckled jeans pulled down to his ankles and your hands guiding his cute ass down your cock as he tries to muffle his moans with his hands? Oh, I don’t know, but he was so ready for you when he walked in, stumbling over his words as he tried to hide just how horny hearing your thoughts made him.
“Should I stop thinking about seeing you like this?”
“hnngh… [name]—! Just think about where we are for five—mmpfh!”
Yes. The answer was yes. But he could barely get a coherent sentence out since your dick was stretching him out so nicely, his insides warm and slippery—where did you get the lube from?!
“I know where we are, but I’m not sure you do, Shin…”
“That’s because—oh fuck—ughh…” he wanted t say something, he really did, but your hands were gripping his hips, maneuvering them to glide up and down your length without any consideration to his concerns.
You managed to be quiet, the sound of his ass cheeks hitting your pelvis silenced from of your excruciatingly slow pace, and because of it shin could feel every inch of your cock sinking deeper. But he wanted to act like he wasn’t sucking you back in every time you lifted him up, right?
“Haaah, fuck… [name] please—!”
“Please what, pretty?”
You weren’t fast enough. “We need… to stop—mmm… the customers…”
“‘S that so?”
The soft hum of customers were right outside, and you were sure Shin could hear every single one of them in his head.
“Why don’t you just forget about them then?”
You didn’t think they’d be able to hear you, but he wouldn’t be able to tell. And just as he opened his mouth to protest, the poor baby whined so loud when your tip hit his prostrate without warning.
Was that my imagination?
Did no one else hear that?
Sounded like a girl…
How the hell was he going to tell you to stop!? They just fucking heard him!
“Ahhn, [name]… I can’t…”
“You better keep your voice down, Shin. I can’t control how loud you are…”
Content — nsfw. sub character, daddy kink, thoughts of pregnancy, praising, weird dynamics i tell you. this contains mature content, read at your discretion.
Masterlist.
"Shin, answer my question seriously; Do you think I'm a provider?" The Esper blinks in his dark green apron. He rings up the customer for their items as he answers you —
"Can't this wait until after work?" You let out a stern 'no' as he shakes his head lightly, "Your total is ¥100 — Thank you, have a great day!"
Once he ensures for no pending customers, he returns to your question curiously. Why would you ask that? Should he do it? No! He promised to stop looking for things in your head!
(This event happened after he 'found' evidence of you fancying another girl but really, it was just a deep and detailed mental fascination of him crossdressing and picturing him doing girly things, which never happened by the way, he'd never let that happen...)
You set down the magazine in your hands to ask him the same question again, "So? What do you say?"
"Why does it matter-" He pauses when you grab the magazine again and flip through the pages until you find the one you were looking for.
"Listen, Shin."
He scoots close to you, "Huh... okay?"
"'Partners oftentimes mate for life with someone who reminds them of their father,' That's what a dating app matchmaker said. This has got to be real." Your hands fly everywhere as you shake the magazine in front of him. He pushes your wrist away with a tight jaw. He can read perfectly fine...
"That's..." Silly. He wants to say with a scrunched nose but then he looks into your awaiting gaze, subconsciously reading your thoughts, some overlapping the next but the loudest of them all —
I want us to be together forever.
His brows soften.
"...Somewhat.." He admits quietly, head turning away to hide his embarrassment, "You do not remind me of that old man.. I know you wouldn't leave me, but you do provide. I-I think you'd be an amazing parent."
"Really?!" You leaped out of your chair in joy. He pretends to hate the way you wrap your arms around him and shake him as if he were a teddy bear, "I have to tell the world!!"
"Ack! Settle down, noisy!" He scolds, pupils blown wide open, searching for your next reaction.
"I have to tell the world, baby."
Before he can realize that you're ditching work, you lean over to brush your lips over his in a warm kiss, swallowing his surprise 'mn!'.
"Daddy's gotta go." You teasingly throw him a wink, watching eagerly as he burns up in second hand embarrassment.
"Don't call yourself that!"
After that, you never let him forget his claim. Beautiful moments quickly sundered by your new favorite nickname —
The second time, in public, comes around a walk in the park — something Shin has learned to endure due to all the years of constant noise from the people around him. Lucky for him, you were sure to pick a nearly empty spot to relax.
He was starting to see a pattern here. You did want the world to know.
Oh, what a cute couple!
Shin preens at the attention you both get. He flushes with happiness, "Did you bring the camera-"
"Smile for daddy!"
In the blink of an eye, a flash goes off and his question immediately finds its answer.
Shin gives an incredulous look, brows knitting together to stop himself from slapping his palm over your lips and ripping them off, "I'm starting to think this isn't a joke anymore..."
"It's wonderful, isn't it? I just love being able to be someone who brings you protection."
He looks at his feet, "W-would you ever consider being like Mr. Sakamoto...?"
"...Oh, like.. like you want me to be him?"
Shin shakes his head rapidly, frantically. No, no! He struggles to find his words again, "n-no!" He panics, "I meant- having a family! U-uhm.. being a family, with me."
"Hm," You make a thoughtful note, "Is that what you want?"
He purses his lips and nods in a shy manner, "Okay. Let's go home."
I'm gonna get you pregnant.
His eyes widen.
"I CAN'T GET PREGNANT!" He shouts, quickly gripping onto your shirt to keep you from packing your things. Is it even possible?
"We haven't tried."
What?!
"You wanna make me a real family man?"
"I c-can't," he bites down on his tongue to keep from spitting curses your way. He's embarrassed, oh he's so embarrassed and red, it's getting to his head and he can't think.
Gonna get you pregnant, pregnantpregnant —
His little whines start to slip into gasps and the gradual increase of his breathing almost sounds like he's hyperventilating..
What has gotten into you?
"Why not?" Stupid, you're so stupid! Why are you acting like this isn't affecting you either?! "If you can read minds, why can't you get pregnant? Be the precious little family I return to. Just like Sakamoto."
"Noooo-" What if it does happen? He'll carry your child and he'll struggle to lie on his belly and bend down.. but he'd be having your baby.
Made from love. Wanted, in the way he couldn't be.
He wants that, "Ugnnnn, I want.."
"What? You want Daddy to care for you?" That sharp intake of breath that came from the blond did little to hide his surprise, "Cmon Shin, talk to Papa..."
Shin covers his face with his palms, "I-... I don't wanna.." He turns his head away, eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment.
"Tell me what you want," you coo with a loving smile, "Want me to cum inside? How about holding you here for hours...? Tell you how pretty you look taking every inch of my cock?"
He twitches.
"W-when you hit there, it nghh.. it feels good..." His thighs begin to shake as you sink further in. Until you reach the hilt, he clamps his trembling legs shut around your waist with a whimper to gain a bit of his control, "t-that spot mfff.."
"This spot?" He cries out loud when he feels your spit-covered fingers push inside of him, curling up to hit his prostate manually, hips angling inwards to drag against his spongy walls.
"YesYes!! R-right there — ahh ahnn!! It feels good!"
You smirk down at his thrashing figure, "Is that all you can say?"
The wet sound of his puffy cunt squeezing around you feels so far away, so foreign to his ears, "Idiot! It's how I feel!!"
Your chuckle enters his ears and he's never been so provoked to bite someone before.
The constant plap! plap! plap! of your pelvis slamming allll the way inside keeps you focused on your mission. You pushed his knees to his chest and groaned at the sight of that desperate, hazy look in his eyes.
"Arghh, S..say my name, Shin." His tiny cock pulses and spurts out bits of precum. He has always been easy. A mess and an amazing thing. Quick to embarrass but he always wants to make you proud — "What's my name? Say it and I'll fill you up juuuust right."
He pants underneath you, puffing his chest out to get the right amount of air needed to survive but you press your body weight down on him to keep him still.
He kicks his legs out in protest, "ARGHH!!"
"You can do it, Shin. My sweet boy, I know you can do it. Always making me so proud..." You muffle his sob with a tender, smothering kiss, a contrast to the violent slamming of your hips. "I love you."
His hips twist off the bed sheets, hands shooting out to purchase your back for support, digits pressing into your skin that leave red marks as he trails his fingers down your spine, "NgHhhh papapapa!"
"I'm gonna c-cum, please pa'!!" He squeals, burying his face in your neck. "Pleaseplease- ack!"
[TAGS; sub!nagumo, cock ring, degrading,praise...idk what else]
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His wrists were bound above his head, tied to the headboard where he couldn’t pull free no matter how hard he strained. The cockring sat snug around him, every twitch and pulse making him whimper louder as if even his own body was betraying him.
“I haven’t even given you permission to move yet.” Your voice cut through his ragged breathing, and Nagumo’s hips jerked up as if begging for mercy.
“I’m not–” he started, sharp-tongued like always, but the way his voice cracked killed whatever smugness he was trying to keep. He bit down on a groan when you wrapped your hand around him, stroking just enough to make his thighs tremble.
“Not what? stop whining like some pathetic slut?”. That word had him arching. His face twisted like he hated how much it got to him, but the shiver running down his chest gave him away. His cock twitched violently against the band, and he yanked against the restraints until his wrists burned.
“Fuckplease, let me–” He gasped, words tumbling out faster, losing that smugness in a mess of begging. “I’ll do whatever, just don’t stop—”
Your hand stilled instantly, and his breath hitched. His hips thrust uselessly at air, cock twitching and leaking, the ring keeping him right on the brink but refusing to let him tip over.
“You’ll do whatever?” you asked, leaning close until your lips brushed his ear. “You think I don’t already know that? You’re mine to ruin, Nagumo.” He shuddered, eyes glassy as he turned his face toward you, so needy it almost hurt to look at him.
“You’re so easy to break. All I have to do is touch you a little and you’re begging like a bitch in heat. That’s all you are right now, my messy, slutty little toy.”
“Fuck, fuck, I am—” His voice cracked again, nodding his head fast,sobbing when you gave a rough pump, the ring keeping him trapped in that unbearable high. “I’m your slut, just let me cum pleasepleaseplease”
You stroked him again, slower this time, dragging it out while his body writhed against the sheets. His thighs trembled, stomach tight, cock angry red and dripping all over your fingers.
“That’s it. That’s what I want to hear. You’re perfect like this, completely ruined and begging for me.”
Nagumo’s head tipped back, mouth open as if he couldn’t even form words anymore. He was all need now, stripped down to raw desperation, the cocky edge gone. He wanted it too bad, wanted you too bad, and all he could do was take what you gave him, bound, helpless and ruined.
Shin with a perverted fem reader, she would think the nasties sht to prank shin
cw... sub!virigin!shin, dom!fem!reader, handjob
Employee of the month: [Name].
It was the first thing Shin saw when he was walking out of the break room, plastered right in the middle of the door.
Immediate disbelief.
“Oh? Looks like you didn’t get employee of the month this time… Sakamoto’s gonna think you’re a slacker.”
Lu. She was laughing at him, and she had no idea what Shin goes through on a daily basis since they hired you.
“Shut up, Lu! This is rigged! [Name] has been throwing me off!”
“Reallyyyy now? How so?”
He froze.
Honestly, he had to applaud your skills. As soon as a customer entered the store (your favorite time to do this), you'd disappear behind the shelves, pretending to restock the shelves while you watch Shin between the cracks.
Then it played like a movie. Unlike how Heisuke thinks in simple pictures, yours were far too detailed, had too many close-ups, and flustered him no matter how many times you'd done it.
Oh, he fucking hated it. Both in real time and in your mind, he was falling apart at the sight of you, with your pretty manicured hands wrapping around the base of his cock, eyes peeking behind lashes as you stroked him with a smile. Somehow your apron would come off along with your shirt, tits barely covered by the fabric of your bra, and he'd wouldn’t be able to look at you without rosy cheeks for the rest of the day.
And why was he always such a mess? Is that how you see him? Biting back his moans, blushing uncontrollably, grasping at whatever he can but unsure of what to do, eagerly waiting for your guidance. Yes, he was a virgin, but did you have to take that into account every time you tortured him like this?!
"Don't tell me you're blaming your perverted thoughts on [Name]?"
His face was hot.
"T-that's not—you wouldn't understand!"
You wouldn’t even bat an eye afterward. How the hell was he supposed to bring this up?
I think Nagumo's nipples are very sensitive to the touch, he loves having his nipples sucked, licked and pinched on.
❛ #QUAFF! SAKAMOTO DAYS.
────────── heartily drinking everything he can give .ᐟ.ᐟ
⤿ pairings. nagumo yoichi x gn reader
⤿ contents. sub character, brief drug usage, m!lactation, nipple play, twt link, drabble. this contains mature content, read at your own discretion.
⤿ thoughts. an enigmatic character who's really powerful and has a sensitive body??? yesyesyesyesyes.
This feels like a fever dream, nagumo thinks, there's no way this is real.
There's no way the medication actually worked. It was simply an inside joke between the two of you. Where you'd pinch and flick at his pink nipples when he misbehaved as you mocked him enough to get him hard — 'I should milk you from here instead, don't you think?'
Uhm, don't even put that thought into his head, please. It's too late now. He took metformin + hormones imbalance + stress = a potentially life-threatening complication, but like, when wasn't he in that situation?
It's your birthday, and you're drunk off him. It's all worth it when he corners you in at your party, teasingly. This is all just a ploy. It's so obviously a stratagem, but you want him just as badly, so it doesn't matter.
Your leg slots perfectly between his, warm hands gripping his sturdy thighs, pulling him closer to you. His breath hits your mouth, drool slipping down your chin as he pushes his wet tongue to yours.
The white collar button-up hugs him loosely, yet your imagination runs wild at the thought of making a mess out of him and forcing him back into the crowded party with his cum dripping down his abs.
You pull away from his mouth, smirking when he chases after your lips, puckering them into a pout. Your hands loosen his tie, but you don't remove it, then your fingers struggle with his buttons before ultimately ripping it down with a somewhat harsh rip, buttons flying.
"Haha, so eager, ung-" the fabric brushes up against him. was that a whine? "It was my favorite shirt..."
You lean forward, nose nuzzling underneath his jaw with affection. He leans into the touch, hips stuttering against your thigh, "Sorry."
Your hands roam around his thin waist, the pads of your finger trailing your name across his body. Marking him. And when you get closer and closer to his chest, his back arches into you before he flinches violently.
"Hm?" You pull away at the sudden movement, eyes scanning his wide-eyed expression, pink dusting his cheeks. He's always had a sensitive chest, but this reaction is new. It intrigues you enough to fully push his shirt away from his chest.
Your lips part at the sight as your breath catches in your throat.
His nipples are swollen. A harsh pink and swollen. There's a certain redness to it. It contrasts so beautifully against the hardness of his muscular chest.
"Look at you..." You mumble under your breath, voice hoarse. Nagumo laughs breathlessly, and he takes your hands, forcing them from his waist to his chest, biting his lip to muffle a needy moan. Your pointer finger tentatively taps at the tender bud, swallowing thickly at his shuddering gasp. "This f'me, yoichi?"
Your hands assess him, fingers pinching and rubbing at the fat of his chest. Absentmindedly toying with him in the process.
You take notice of his areola protruding from the skin away from his chest's normal curve. After hours, days, and months of toying with him, you can recognize that these must hurt.
Your thumb fondles with the chub, humming with enjoyment.
"Ah, hah, yeah.." Nagumo slurs out, head falling onto your shoulder, trying to hide his face from you. He's slightly embarrassed, more than he expected to be. Though it doesn't last for long because you lurch forward, the wet muscle of your tongue gently swirling around the areola. "O-ohh fu-mmngfff! Wai- hold on.."
You open your mouth wide enough to take it all, slurping at him with the tenderness of a machine gun. Nagumo withers uncontrollably, his clothed boner rubbing on your thigh. He doesn't stop you when you press him closer to you, chest leaning further into your warm mouth.
You're eating him up.
Your hand works at the other nipple, constantly pinching with your nail. Nagumo's gasping for air, mouth falling into an 'o' shape as his eyes squeeze tightly. He's actually seeing colors. "[Name], ahh! that's too h-harsh.."
"You show up here like this, now of all times? Oh, yoichi, you're soo cute." Nagumo grunts, a tattooed hand flying to shut the shaky cry that vomits its way out of him.
Wait, he thinks, something is leaking!
You exhale in surprise, eyes widening when something warm hits your maw, mouth naturally swallowing all that shot down your throat.
Sweet...
Your eyes flicker to his face. He looks just as surprised as you, his black eyes nearly rolling back into his head. He grits his teeth, breathing harshly through his nostrils.
"Uhnnn, that- again." He drops his hands, clinging onto the tie that fell over your face, "pretty please. I-I'll do anything, again- ngh!!"
Your lips latch onto the other side, smearing your milk covered muscle to the bud, breathing harshly against it, then nibbling down for more creamy colored liquid to squrt out.
And nagumo's reaction is always surprised. The tremor of his hands, the ecstasy in his blown pupils, the spasms his whole body experienced.
────────── what would a gaming loving bunny be like? .ᐟ.ᐟ
⤿ pairings. gaku x gn reader
⤿ contents. bunny hybrid, sub character, mentions of heat, masturbati0n. this contains mature content, read at your own discretion.
⤿ thoughts. might turn this into a series 🐶 more
Thinking about bunny hybrid!gaku, who thought of his ears as something normal. Everyone in the facility that he grew up in had something going on. Until he left and realized how special he truly was after so many people came after him. Wanting him, claiming him even before they spoke a word to him.
Bunny hybrid!gaku who meets you under a tree. It's when you don't bat an eye upon spotting his ears and fluffy tail that intrigues him.
Bunny hybrid!gaku who slowly feels smitten by you, not that he showed it in any form that you can read. But, one won't agree with how his tail wiggles when he thinks of you.
He never keeps track, but he feels different. His symptoms are showing up. He knows he should stay hidden, until a month, until it clears up.... He goes to your house because 'he wants to play a multi-player game with you'.
Bunny hybrid!gaku stands closer, touches more, tentatively licks your fingers when you hand feed him fruit. He plays it off as an accident. Too focus on the game. Truly, he doesn't know what comes over him.
Typically his family would provide him with pills but this time, he decided against taking them. It's not like they'll find out. Beside, they're always giving him migraines.
He's not ready when it hits. Jittery and on high alert, he wants to spend time with you, bask in your scent. He's not ready for how hot he feels. That includes the searing pleasure when you pet his head. A normal affection he loves now turns into something sexual as he hides inside the closet after you leave to run some errands.
He's biting down on his shirt, spit drenching it but he pays it no mind. He quickly unzips himself, fumbling with the button so he just rips it off.
He video calls you. He wants to see you. Needs it. But you don't pick up so, he goes to his gallery, scrolling through your photos.
Theres a heat protruding from his cock as it throbs when he slaps the tip on the screen, smearing pre over his phone.
A muffled groan escapes him as he struggles to breathe through his nostrils. He doesn't want to get caught. Scratch that. He really does.
His frustration only seems to grow when it doesn't happen, chest heaving rapidly. He's pants so hard it sounds like he's growling. Maybe.
Sharp 'uh, uh's rumble from his throat as he pumps himself over your photo. His grip around his phone tightens. He doesn't even realize how shaky his big shoulders are as he ruts into his palm.
Oh, but how pretty bunny hybrid!gaku is when his wagging tail stills before it twitches once more when he reaches his peak. A choked whine leaves him, practically chewing on his shirt to keep calm.
After he finishes, he uses his cock and his cum to draw a heart over your face, bunny ears coming down to hide his eyes in mild embarrassment, heart beating wildly in his chest. He wants more.
Kei Uzuki is so pathetic that you have sex with him out of pity
"p..please."
his meek whisper rings as static to you. it seems to be the only word he knows.
an overload of emotions fills you, but the most noticeable impact is that of sympathy — your heart shakes and begs to quit failing at the pathetic sight of his withering body.
he chokes on his whine when you roll your hips teasingly, "please," he repeats. again. how many times has it been now? you can't remember.
those blue eyes of his pull you in to lean closer to him.
you smother his spit-covered lips with yours, forcing his mouth wide open so that you could push a string of saliva down his throat. he watches it dribble down with eager anticipation, his expression melting to swallow all of you.
his eyes widen once he feels your warm spit slide down his tongue, "mnn-" he whimpers.
you quickly shush him, one of your hands pulls his hair, brushing the hair away from his hot face. you can tell it was bothering him.
he leans into your touch, desperate for it. desperate for love.
you don't doubt he'll be crying and slobbering about for your attention. it's a pity. poor boy.
"i know.. i know. you needed this, didn't you? You needed an outlet to let everything go. lucky boy, aren't you? i gave in to you..."
"t-.. thank you.." his eyes twinkle as they stare up at you with a certain look.
"for what?" you hum, wanting to know more.
admiration, amazed? something similar.
you try your best to resist a head shake. he has no clue you don't feel a thing for him. it's so sad.
"f-for touching me, for.. for kissing me. my cock feels so good.." he breathes out, his tongue darting out to wet his pink lips. "i feel really good here.."
his fingers brush to the right side of his heart. his heart. heart.
Hello! I don't know whether your requests are closed or not, so you have my deepest apologies if they are! But can I request pegging Sakamoto Days men? (Especially Gaku, Nagumo and Uzuki) Have a great day or afternoon!!!
GAKU...
Is very peculiar with pegging because out of this entire list, he has less experience in this matter simply due to his age. If he had years of knowledge ahead of him, he would've been one of the craziest characters.
He knows far too much, much more than you expected him to know so this definitely means he's done extensive research on the correct way to do everything (truth be told, live chat can get very explicit so he's learned lots of unwanted information).
The cleaning process is his favorite. The lukewarm water bloats his stomach up and the pressure building from holding it in makes his breathing heavy.
His fingers will dig into your shoulders to keep him from relaxing too soon — 'just thirty seconds left, gaku!'
It's a satisfying pressure that heats his core up.
'Argh...' Gaku furrows his brows, his pink eyes darting to find a clock anywhere, wherever one could be found in a bathroom. Your hand gently tilts his hips to maneuver over the toilet seat, his abdomen flexes at your touch— it's his favorite time because you watch him so carefully without judgment.
You could spread him apart, and nip at his pale skin until it reddens, but you won't say anything sexual. Believe it or not, Gaku appreciates that (no matter how casual he can seem).
'Times up.'
Disappointment nearly shines in his eyes when he realizes he won't feel that heat in a hot minute.
Gaku prefers to skip prepping — he claims it's bothersome and a waste of time because he'll take anything, it always works out for him in the end. His first time without any further assistance was awful. He was gasping and groaning terribly.
It was awful in the sense that he couldn't stop the fact that he liked the pain. Is this wrong? Oh. He likes it.
The tasty peach-flavored lube - yes, he's tasted it off your fingers - slides down his inner thighs. The muscles on his back spasm and strain. Poor gaku, he can't take it as he originally thought.
However, when you begin to pull out, Gaku lifted his head off the sheets and said, quite breathlessly; "Keep going, [name]. I got this."
He feels that his eyes could fall into the back of his skull as you bottom out until skin slaps. His cock withers helplessly against the pillow beneath his stomach. The wet, plushy feel of the pillow case bothered him to the point of a sudden whine being pushed out from the back of his throat.
"Atta boy.." You coo in his ear, your chest pressed against his upper back. There was no way you're going to let him remove the pillow. "I need you to keep up."
Either this was a euphemism for something or not (where you trying to say he wasn't able to??), he still bit and chewed at his tongue to keep silent.
Your hand reaches around his waist to force your thumb to push into his leaking tip to test out his reaction.
His eyes roll into the back of his head at the shot of pain that runs through his brain. His receptors receive it as something pleasurable.
He pants, terribly confused.
His ragged breath deepened. His body jolting violently when your palm runs down the shaft. A rumbling laugh escapes you as you grab his face to squeeze his cheeks together, You just couldn't seem to take ur hands off of him.
"Good boy."
NAGUMO YOICHI. . .
There's something terribly wrong with him.
He doesn't believe there's anything wrong with what he's doing. Moreso, what he's done.
What right does he have to forget his past by laying himself bare to your hands?
It's not submissive in the books. He isn't submissive by the books. But he's leaving himself open for you. This is him submitting mind and body with full intentions. He's aware he's doing this. He's still in control and he can stop it any time he wants.
But he'll play along when you tell him to roll over, to stick his tongue out and to lie still as a statue to keep up this act.
That's all he does anyway.
Acting.
Now, things tend to be a lot easier when he accepts the fact that this is acting.
"You're in denial, Yoichi." He shows you a snarl disguised with attitude.
"Don't call me.. ah.. th-that." Not by his first name. You don't have the right.
Not yet. His head fights back against his words.
"Why not?" You pant in his ear, "I know you so well-"
"Ha-ha." Not at all. His laugh is dry and it burns in his throat from all his rough grunts and it sounds much more like a whimper than he intended it to.
"Certainly." Of course you know him.
In just a few weeks into this agreement with your little black haired friend too...
Nagumo loves to see your face. He likes to make eye contact as you bully your way inside of his willing body- the same one that hugs and tugs you closer into him.
Nagumo sinks into you.
His body betrays his words.
"You don't need this thing," Nagumo flinches when you flick his weeping cock. It flops around with a twitch. "You can't use it properly. You're squirming just like an ovulating girl. You like having this fake thing inside of you?"
"Nuh-uh.."
Your lips brush against the end of his ear. You feel his pulse beneath your mouth. It's like a moth trapped in honey.
"What if I bought someone in here with the real thing? Would you still grip onto them this way? Hah... I can barely squeeze out.." He fears that his erection will break through your skin. He makes use of the closeness between your bodies to grind his pelvis against your stomach.
He feels every inch and he loves it.
"Mm.. What difference would it make?" He breathes out once you hit the fifth kiss down to his Adam's apple, you suckle gently on his most sensitive place.
Nagumo shakes in your hold. His head falls back onto the pillow, dark hair spiraling beneath his head. He's grown it out so that you could keep playing with it.
It's hard to believe that a flirtatious man such as him can get buzzed off a few trailing kisses down his neck.
Nagumo lies quietly and he does it quickly. It's his native tongue. But you've seen right through him.
The difference comes with you.
No one else will see him like this.
He won't allow it.
"You're a terrible actor to me, Yoichi."
UZUKI KEI
Oh, he's a Mistress's favorite boy. He takes everything and anything with pleasure, almost filled with greed.
You've done this many times before and discussed it beforehand. Experience is something that reeks off of Uzuki, even during his first time, he didn't make it known that he didn't know what he was doing- maybe it's his that air he carries, like everything is intentional.
Despite it all, he still gets a tad bit overwhelmed. In the silence, he's weeping due to not having your sweet kisses or your voice to guide him. With your digits running goosebumps down his sides and your hips flushed into his, he's sobbing his pretty blue eyes out.
It's always an emotional situation for you both.
He can't seem to fake his way out of the vulnerability it brings.
He tucks his chin into his chest, eyes squeezing shut. Nails ripping through the sheets as he anchors himself back into reality. He wants to be here. Not there, not someplace else in his head. In the moment.
"A-ah.." His thighs quake around your hips. You use the position to your advantage, pushing every inch of the silicon toy inside his puckering hole. He gasps, breathless, and arches his back into you. "Don't leave, p-please.."
"Hm?" You eye his nipples. They poke through his shirt, perky and shaky with every bounce. His pale body withers as you keep yourself pressed into his prostate, the gummy walls inside stretch to accommodate it all.
He feels every prod and pull. Especially how he clenches around the bumpy edges of your head. That is, until you get bored and decide to pull all the way out, the tip kissing his entrance.
It kicks his brain into a response mode in which he does not know how to cope.
"Do you have something you want to say to me?"
Your warning tone sends a shudder through him. When you glance down through your lashes, he's already staring down at you, half of his face ruined with stained tear tracks running down his cheeks, cracking at the skin, eyes glowing with need.
A broken sound leaves him. He said the wrong thing again. Another random babble leaves him. You can't understand him so he repeats himself;
"Ye-yes, I do."
"Mhm?" Uzuki shivers at your tentative tone.
He doesn't falter, it doesn't come with a stutter or hesitation. He meant it. He knew it deep within his soul and it came out without him realizing almost as if he was thinking about what to eat the following day— "I love you. Hah-haaaa!! I do, I really do- ahnn, please don't leave me."
"...Sit up straight." You try your best not to melt when Uzuki nods obediently with a not-so-hidden pout.
Uzuki pushes himself up on weak elbows and he tenses his shoulders. He knows what this means. He practically mewls into the air as he's forced to shift his hips directly over your thighs, his arms wrapping tightly around your neck.
He's acutely aware of the slimy toy covered in lube that presses against his thigh and it makes his insides warm.
His head falls into your neck.
A perfect fit.
"You're too determined to reject yourself for me." You peck his temple, his sweat coats your lips but you lick it off.
His scent fills your head. Pheromones, one could say, but you highly doubt that theory. This isn't a fictional story. He just smells nice. Even his sweat.
"I don't want to leave you."
His cheeks heat up, embarrassingly so. He's sure you feel them pressed against your skin.
Tell me that you love me.
A phrase taken for granted. Words he does not say often — something he is not used to saying to anyone but his family... He knew something was up when he felt calm in your presence. When you kissed up the back of his neck and nibbled down on the skin without worry of him flinching...
Where you could brush his hair and comb it to perfection and he would try everything in his power to keep it that way. Uzuki knew he was hooked. He knew it better than he could recall.
