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Filthy Little Habit

✩ Atsuya Kusakabe

contains insulting, strong language, rough sex, masturbation, choking, dirty talk, degradation, bratty behavior, overstimulation, squirting, cumplay, multiple orgasms, soft aftercare, filthy language, power play, teasing

The thing about dating Atsuya was that he was fucking exhausting. Not because of his job, not because of his moody, perpetually unimpressed attitude—no, it was because his dick was a menace.

You had learned early on that his sex drive was relentless. The man could complain about everything under the sun and then still rail you until your voice cracked. It wasn’t romantic in the traditional sense. He wasn’t sweet, he wasn’t soft. He was filthy, demanding, grumpy as hell, and completely ruined you in ways that made you bite your pillow so the neighbors didn’t file a noise complaint. And despite every sarcastic thing you snapped at him, you loved every disgusting second of it.

So when you came home earlier than expected, kicking your heels off at the door and already reaching for your zipper, you didn’t expect to find him in the middle of that.

He was on the couch. Shirt unbuttoned, chest exposed, his tie hanging loose around his neck like he hadn’t even had the energy to take it all the way off. Head tilted back against the cushions, brows knit in frustration. One hand lazily stroking his cock, the other shoved into his own hair. He groaned filthy and desperate under his breath.

You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, lips quirking into a smirk. “Seriously? Couldn’t wait?”

His eyes didn’t even open. His voice came out like a growl. “Come here, you little slut. Stop watching.”

You laughed under your breath. “Slut? You’re the one fisting your dick in the living room like a teenager.”

That had him snapping his head toward you, glare sharp even with his chest rising and falling. “You got a big mouth for someone standing there in a fucking tight dress. Don’t act like you weren’t hoping to see me like this.”

You cocked your head, biting back a grin. “Maybe. You look pathetic though. Need me that bad?”

His hand tightened around his cock with a hiss. “Pathetic, huh? You’re about to choke on this cock until you can’t talk shit anymore. Get over here before I drag you.”

You stepped closer, slow on purpose, watching the way his eyes darkened as you approached. The dress clung to your hips, and you knew it was driving him insane.

“God, you’re unbearable,” you muttered.

“Yeah? Keep running that mouth. We’ll see how much talking you can do when I’m fucking the attitude out of you.”

You climbed onto his lap without asking, straddling him, grinding down against the hard length in his fist. He groaned loud, filthy, hot against your ear.

“Fuck—yeah. Just like that. Knew you’d come crawling.”

You leaned back enough to sneer at him. “Crawling? You were whining on your own dick like a loser.”

He slapped your ass hard enough to make you jolt. “Shut the fuck up.” His hand gripped your jaw, thumb pressing into your cheek. “Open your mouth.”

You smirked, opening wide, tongue out like a brat.

“Good girl,” he mocked, spitting into your mouth before kissing you hard and messy. His teeth clashed against yours, tongue deep, hand still working your jaw as if he owned it.

When he pulled back, a string of spit connected you both. “Take the dress off. Don’t make me fucking rip it. I’ll do it.”

You rolled your eyes, sliding the zipper down slow. “Needy little bitch.”

He barked a laugh. “That’s rich, coming from the one dripping through her panties just watching me stroke my cock.”

The dress fell, and his hands were everywhere. Grabbing, squeezing, rough and desperate like he couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck, look at you. Can’t believe I put up with your shit when you’re this easy for me.”

You shoved his chest, glaring. “If I’m so easy, why do you sound like you’re gonna cry every time I let you fuck me?”

His grip snapped to your waist, hauling you up. “Cry? Baby, I’ll make you cry. Watch.”

He lined himself up and slammed you down onto his cock in one brutal thrust. You choked on your own gasp, hands flying to his shoulders as he bottomed out inside you.

“Shit—Atsuya!”

“Yeah. Take it.” He held you down on him, his jaw tight, his voice a low snarl. “Tight little bratty cunt. Acting like you don’t need me when you’re squeezing me this hard.”

You clawed at his chest. “You’re disgusting.”

“You love it,” he shot back, thrusting up hard enough to make you see stars.

The living room filled with the sound of skin slapping, your moans and his filthy groans tangled together. He didn’t shut up, couldn’t shut up. Every word was filth, every thrust a punishment.

“Look at you. Bouncing on my cock like it’s the only thing you’re good for.”

“You wish,” you spat, even as your voice broke on a moan.

His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly. “Keep lying. You’re already fucking close. I can feel it. You’ll cum on me before I even let go of your neck.”

And he was right. You hated that he was right. Your body betrayed you, clenching around him, grinding down, chasing that high. He grinned, cruel and sharp. “There it is. Knew you couldn’t hold out. My needy little bitch.”

You came with a broken sound, body jerking against his grip, eyes fluttering. He didn’t stop. He didn’t ever stop. He fucked you through it, harder, rougher, until you were gasping.

“Too much—fuck, Atsuya, too much—”

“Shut up. You can take it. You will take it.” His voice was gravel, pure filth. “I’m not done using this cunt.”

You clawed at his arms, whining, but you were melting under him, every rough word only making you wetter. He finally came with a guttural groan, spilling inside you and grinding deep, holding you down so you couldn’t squirm away. His forehead pressed to yours, panting against your mouth.

Silence stretched for a moment, broken only by both of your ragged breaths. Then he smirked. “See? You walk in on me jerking off, now look at you. Wrecked. Can’t even hold your own head up.”

You huffed a laugh, voice hoarse. “You’re still pathetic.”

His hand grabbed your ass, squeezing hard. “And you’re still my favorite bitch.”

Underneath all the filth, all the snarling and snapping, you kissed him messy and when he pulled back, the tiniest smirk softened the sharp edge of his mouth. He slapped your thigh once more. “Now get up. I’m not done with you. Bedroom. Go.”

You were still sitting on his lap, stuffed full of him, his cock twitching inside you as both of you caught your breath. His chest was slick with sweat, shirt hanging open, and you couldn’t help the wicked smirk spreading across your lips.

You leaned down, voice low and taunting. “And if I don’t obey you, Atsuya baby? What you gonna do? Jerk off again like a thirteen-year-old?”

That was it. His eyes went dark, his jaw clenched, and before you could blink his hand was around your throat, rough and merciless. He yanked you down until your faces nearly collided, his grip cutting off just enough of your breath to make your head spin.

“You think that’s funny?” he growled, voice guttural, every word vibrating through your chest. “Running your mouth while my cock is still twitching inside you?”

The pressure on your throat, the sharpness in his eyes, the sheer filth of his anger, it only turned you on more. You could feel yourself clench around him, your smirk twisting into a breathless laugh. “God, you’re so fucking hot when you’re pissed,” you whispered, even as his grip tightened, forcing a choked gasp out of you.

He snarled, dragging his other hand down to claw at your hip, nails biting into your skin. “You’re sick. Getting off on me choking the shit out of you.” He shoved you down hard on his cock, burying himself deeper, making you whine. “Maybe I should keep you like this until you learn to shut that bratty mouth.”

Your nails scraped along his chest, your voice hoarse but sharp with lust. “Do it then. Shut me up.”

His laugh was low and filthy, his thumb pressing harder into the hollow of your throat. “Oh, I fucking will.”

His hand stayed firm on your throat, grip tightening just enough to make your pulse hammer under his palm. His eyes locked on yours and instead of backing down, you only grinned, letting your tongue drag slow over your teeth like you were daring him. He gave a low, humorless chuckle, then yanked you up by the throat so hard your knees scraped along his thighs. “Get off,” he ordered, voice gravel and venom.

You slid off his lap, thighs shaky, his cock sliding free with a slick sound. He stood in one motion, towering over you, broad shoulders squared, chest heaving. He looked absolutely furious, jaw tight, eyes narrowed but the hard, twitching length between his legs betrayed him completely.

You let your gaze drop, smirk curling at the corners of your lips before you looked back up at him with big, mocking puppy eyes. “Hm. Thought you were going to choke me to death. What a shame.”

You barely got the words out before he moved. His arm wrapped around your waist, the other hooking under your thigh, and in one brutal motion he hefted you up and threw you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

You yelped, fists pounding against his back with a laugh. “The fuck, Atsuya? You caveman piece of shit!”

“Shut it,” he snapped, his hand slapping your ass so hard it echoed. “You wanna run your mouth? Fine. I’ll fuck you stupid until you can’t remember your own name.”

Your breath hitched, heat pooling low in your belly as you squirmed against his grip, still smirking even as your thighs clenched. “Promises, promises.”

“Not a promise,” he growled, marching you down the hall, cock hard and bobbing with every step. “That’s a fucking guarantee.”

You dangled over his shoulder, smirking against his back like you were settling in for a ride. “Can I file a complaint if you disappoint me again?” you asked sweetly, dragging out again just to stab at his pride.

He stopped in his tracks, head snapping just enough for you to catch the venom in his side-eye. “Tsk… again, she says. You can file a complaint when it stings to piss and you can’t walk straight for two days.”

You grinned, chin propped on your hand. “As i said: Promises, promises, old man.”

“Oh, now I’m old, huh?” he shot back, voice dripping smugness. “Five minutes ago I was a thirteen-year-old jerking off on the couch. You don’t even know what the fuck you want.”

“Oh, I know exactly what I want.” Your grin widened just as he shoved the bedroom door open with his foot, the wood rattling in the frame.

He threw you down on the bed, the bounce jostling you, and he loomed over you with that filthy, infuriating smirk. “Yeah? What’s that? To run your mouth until I shut you up?”

“To watch you try,” you teased, biting your lip as you looked him up and down. His cock was flushed, leaking, twitching with every angry breath. “You’re already leaking like a faucet, Atsuya. One stroke and you’ll embarrass yourself.”

His laugh came out sharp and dangerous. “Embarrass myself? Sweetheart, the only one embarrassing themselves here is you—grinning like a slut while I’ve still got my handprint on your throat.”

You sat up on your elbows, feigning innocence. “Oh no, what a tragedy. The scary old man choked me a little. Better hope you can keep it up this time.”

He raised his brows, smug as hell, and grabbed your ankle, yanking you closer until your ass slid against the sheets. “You ever think maybe I like when you talk shit? Makes it that much sweeter when you’re whining for my cock.”

You smirked, tilting your head. “Or maybe it’s the only way you can get hard.”

That cracked him—he laughed, leaning over you, his hand braced on the mattress by your head, the other clawing at your hip. “Keep talking, baby. I’m gonna rearrange your guts until you forget how.”

“Bold words,” you hissed, lips brushing his as you bared your teeth in a grin. “Show me, then.”

“Gladly,” he murmured, his mouth crashing onto yours, all spit and teeth, as his hips pressed yours open wide.

His cock stood hard and wet against his stomach, twitching every time you looked at it. You propped yourself up on your elbows, eyes dragging over him slow, grin sharp. “You know, for all your bitching, you’re basically just a walking hard-on with complaints.”

He barked a laugh, leaning over to cage you in with one arm braced by your head. His other hand grabbed your thigh, spreading you open without asking. “Better than being a brat with a smart mouth and nothing to back it up.”

You gasped mockingly, clutching your chest. “Oh no. The grumpy old man called me a brat. What will I do?”

He growled, dragging his cock along your slit, smearing pre all over your folds without sliding in. “You’ll shut the fuck up in about two minutes.”

You bit your lip, smirk playing at the corners. “Two minutes, huh? Sounds about right for you.”

His laugh was low and filthy. He slapped his cock against your clit, making you jolt. “Say that again when you can’t walk.”

“Yeah yeah,” you mocked, rolling your hips up against him. “I’m still waiting to be impressed.”

“Oh, you’ll be impressed,” he muttered, grinding down until you whimpered. “You’ll be drooling, crying, begging, and I’ll still be fucking you.”

You gave him wide, innocent eyes, voice dripping sarcasm. “Begging? Me? Baby, the only begging in this room is you begging your dick to stay hard.”

That finally cracked him, his laugh was sharp and mean as he grabbed your throat again, pinning you to the mattress. “You’re lucky I like you talking shit. Otherwise, I’d gag you with your own panties and let you squirm while I fuck you stupid.”

You grinned through his grip, your tongue running across your teeth. “Kinky. Didn’t know you were into arts and crafts.”

He snorted, squeezing your throat tighter. “Keep it up, and you’ll find out just how creative I can be.”

You gasped out a laugh, even as your cunt clenched around nothing. “God, you’re so hot when you threaten me.”

His smirk went razor-sharp. “Yeah? Then you’re gonna lose your fucking mind when I actually do it.”

His hand was massive around your throat, devouring it completely, his fingers clawing in just enough to make your pulse hammer under his grip. He leaned down, lips brushing your ear as his voice went low and ragged.

“Listen to yourself,” he growled. “Mouthy little slut, dripping for me while pretending you’ve got the upper hand. All I have to do is squeeze, and you’re gasping like a whore who can’t get enough cock.”

The words made your thighs clamp around his hips, a broken sound slipping from your throat despite how hard you fought to smirk through it.

He let out a laugh, dark and smug, then turned his head just enough to press a wet kiss to your cheek, then your jaw. His stubble scratched against your skin, rough and hot, every scrape making your stomach twist with want.

His grip on your throat loosened, fingers dragging slow as he slid lower, down your collarbone, over your sternum. The weight of his palm pressed into your chest, right over your heart, the heat of his skin branding you through the thin sheen of sweat. “You feel that?” he murmured, his lips dragging along your jaw as his hand spread wide over your chest. “Racing like you’re scared, but your pussy’s clenching like you’re desperate. Filthy fucking contradiction.”

Your grin returned, breathless but sharp. “Maybe I just like watching you lose your shit.”

He chuckled, thumb stroking briefly over your sternum before his hand kept gliding down, sliding lower, slower. “Baby, I don’t lose my shit. I make you lose yours.”

His eyes caught yours, dark and heavy, daring you to keep arguing as his fingers dragged further south. He shifted back, sitting on his knees between your spread thighs, dragging you with him by the hips until your ass met the sheets again. His eyes raked down your body, smug and hungry all at once, chest still rising in hard breaths.

One hand dragged down over your stomach, then lower, his fingertips tracing the lines of your abdomen slow and teasing, following the curve of your hipbone. Every brush was light, deliberate, maddening.

“Look at this,” he muttered, almost like he was talking to himself, tracing lazy circles around your lower stomach. “All this attitude, but the second I get you flat on your back you’re already fucking shaking.”

Your breath hitched, but your grin stayed sharp. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m shaking from boredom.”

His laugh was sharp and dirty, his eyes flicking up to yours like he couldn’t wait to ruin you. “Boredom, huh? We’ll see about that.”

While his fingers teased your stomach, his other hand wrapped around his cock, gripping himself tight. He stroked lazily, slow drags from base to tip, spreading his pre down the length. The sound of it filled the room.

“See what you do to me?” he rasped, giving his cock another long pull. “And you’re still mouthing off like you’ve got a choice.”

You arched your brow, smirking down at him. “I do have a choice. I could roll over and take a nap while you play with yourself like earlier.”

His teeth clenched as he let out a low laugh, shaking his head. “You’re gonna regret every word of that.” His teasing hand dipped just a little lower, brushing the edge of your mound, but never quite touching where you wanted. You lifted your hips, impatient, glaring at him. “God, you’re infuriating.”

“And you’re dripping on the sheets,” he shot back, still stroking his cock slow, like he had all the time in the world. “So maybe shut the fuck up and let me enjoy the view.”

He sat back on his knees, cock heavy in one hand, stroking slow and wet. His other hand teased down your belly, fingers skating over every line and dip without giving you what you wanted. “Look at you,” he muttered, eyes fixed between your thighs. “Laid out like a fucking meal, and you’ve still got the nerve to run your mouth.”

You tilted your head, lips curling. “What’s the matter, old man? Can’t multitask? Jerking off while touching me—gonna throw your back out?”

He laughed, sharp and mean, his fist twisting at the head of his cock. A fat bead of pre dripped onto your skin as he leaned closer. “Talk shit all you want. This pussy’s leaking like it’s begging, and I haven’t even bothered to finger you yet.”

You arched a brow, refusing to give him the satisfaction. “You call that begging? Please. I’ve sneezed wetter.”

That earned you a rough drag of his fingers right through your folds—slow, deliberate, gathering every drop of slick before spreading it up over your clit. The pressure made your hips jerk, a sound slipping out of you before you could catch it.

He grinned, cruel and smug. “Sneeze that, slut.”

Your teeth dug into your lip, but your smirk held. “Cute. You finally remembered what a clit is.”

He pumped his cock harder, wet and fast now, all the while circling your clit with maddening little flicks. “Keep running that mouth. I’ll make you gush all over my hand while you’re whining for more.”

“Whining?” you hissed, voice breaking as his fingers slid down to press at your entrance. “You’re the one grunting like an animal. Pathetic.”

His answer was brutal—two fingers shoved deep, curling immediately, knuckles grinding against that spot that made your thighs snap shut around his arm.

“Fuck—” You gasped, the sound torn out of you.

He leaned over you, stroking himself even faster, his breath ragged, his smile sharp. “Pathetic, huh? Then why are you dripping down my wrist already?”

You clawed at the sheets, chest heaving, your grin a little weaker but still there. “Because I let you. Don’t confuse charity with talent.”

He laughed low in his throat, twisting his fingers inside you, cock dripping as he fisted it mercilessly. “Charity, huh? You won’t be saying that when you’re squirting all over my hand like a needy little bitch.”

You were propped on your arms in the middle of the bed, chest heaving, hair sticking to your damp skin. Your thighs were spread wide, twitching every time his fingers dragged deep, curling mercilessly.

He wasn’t rushing. Just watching you, smug little tilt at the corner of his mouth like he was the one being entertained. You were a wreck. Your hips bucked against his hand, your head falling back as ragged laughter mixed with shameless moans. “F-fuck, you’re—god, you’re still so smug—”

His eyes narrowed with amusement, voice low and rough. “Smug? Baby, I’m relaxed. You’re the one shaking like a bitch in heat while I take my time.”

Your eyes rolled back, mouth open as another sound tore out of you, but you still forced a grin, biting your lip to steady yourself. “Y-you call this taking your time? Feels like arthritis—hah—fingers—”

That made him laugh, sharp and mean, his cock twitching in his fist as he gave it a long squeeze. “Arthritis fingers got you dripping down my wrist. Imagine what happens when I actually try.”

Your head tipped back again, moaning, laughter breaking over it like static. You could barely keep yourself propped up, your arms trembling, but you still snapped through clenched teeth. “Y-you’re all talk, Atsuya. Just sitting there—stroking yourself like a—pervert—”

His smirk widened, lazy and cruel, as he twisted his wrist around the thick head of his cock. “And you’re watching every fucking second. Eyes rolling back, mouth open, like you’d die if I stopped.”

Your body convulsed around his fingers, another wave hitting too soon, too hard, and you laughed again, helpless and manic, head falling back. “You’re fucking disgusting—”

He leaned in slightly, eyes locked on yours, voice a guttural rasp. “Yeah, you love every fucking bit of it.”

His smug little smirk never left his face when he suddenly sped up, his fingers slamming into you harder, faster, rutting deep with brutal precision. The wet slap of his knuckles filled the room, obscene, every thrust angled to batter your sweet spot until your arms nearly gave out.

He stopped stroking himself altogether, his fist falling away from his cock, just to watch you unravel.

“You gonna say something smart, huh?” he muttered, voice low and taunting, his wrist snapping faster as his fingers fucked into you mercilessly.

You opened your mouth to retort, desperate to spit something back, but it was useless the only thing that came out was a moan, raw and broken, your head tipping back as your eyes rolled.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he rasped, leaning in closer, his free hand gripping your thigh tight enough to bruise. “Not so mouthy now. You know exactly what I want. Gonna give it to me, baby?”

Your hips bucked helplessly against his hand, the heat in your stomach coiling so tight it burned. You tried to shake your head, tried to smirk, but your voice cracked as another moan ripped through your chest.

“Atsuya—fuck—I can’t—”

“Oh, you can.” His pace went ruthless, his grin turning sharp as his soaked fingers hammered into you. “C’mon, sweetheart. Make a fucking mess all over my hand.”

Your laugh broke into a cry, your body jerking violently as the pressure finally snapped. The gush hit with force, soaking his wrist, spraying across his hand and dripping down onto the sheets beneath you.

“Yeah—Fuck, that’s it!” he groaned, watching with wide, hungry eyes as you drenched him, his fingers never letting up. “That’s my nasty little slut. Look at you, soaking me. You love making a mess for me, don‘t ya?”

You collapsed back onto your elbows, half-laughing, half-sobbing through the overstimulation, every nerve sparking as he wrung every drop out of you. Your thighs trembled, your breath hitched, and still he grinned, dragging his wet fingers out just to shove them right back in again, chasing another gush.

“Beautiful,” he growled, licking his lips as his cock twitched untouched. “Do it again.”

Your fist was tight around him, dragging up and down in sharp, punishing strokes, and that’s when you noticed it, ropes of pre leaking from him, not just a bead at the tip but strings that stretched down over your knuckles, slicking your palm and dripping onto your stomach.

Your eyes went wide, a broken groan leaving your throat. “F-fuck, Atsuya…”

He tilted his head back, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest, cock twitching hard in your grip. “Hmm.” The smug little sound was cut off by a guttural moan as another string of pre leaked down his length, sticky and obscene.

“God, you’re—” you gasped, squeezing him harder, your own hips jerking helplessly against nothing, overstimulated and delirious. “You’re fucking dripping—like a mess—”

He dragged his eyes back to yours, lips curling, breath ragged. “Yeah? And you love watching every second, don’t you?” His voice broke on another moan, his thighs flexing under your hand.

Your smirk cracked, your eyes rolling back at the sheer filth of it, your hand working him faster, rougher. “You’re disgusting, Atsuya. Filthy old man, leaking like a broken faucet—”

“—and you’re fucking drooling watching me,” he cut in, his laugh dissolving into another groan as his cock jerked violently, more strings of pre spilling over your fingers. “Look at you. Can’t take your eyes off it.”

Your hand worked him mercilessly, stroking up and twisting your wrist, squeezing the fat head until his cock jerked violently. Strings of pre drooled out over your fingers, down your wrist, sticky and hot, dripping onto your belly.

He was falling apart, the smug tilt of his mouth cracking, his head tipping back, throat working as low groans spilled out of him. Not sharp or taunting, not cutting into you with insults, just raw, breathless, desperate sounds that made your stomach twist.

“F-fuck—ohhh shit—” he muttered, voice ragged, hips twitching into your fist. Every few seconds, another heavy moan tore out of him, his cock leaking endlessly, slicking your palm until it was dripping wet.

Your eyes rolled at the sound, grin breaking open as your laugh cracked into a moan. “Oh, I love this. You being vocal? The only time I don’t want your smug ass to shut the fuck up.”

He laughed once, broken and low, before it turned into a stuttered groan. “Y-you’re such a bitch—hahh—but fuck—” His voice dropped into a whimper, guttural and soft, like he hated how good it felt.

You squeezed him harder, dragging his slick down the base of his shaft, stroking up with brutal intent, your grin sharp even as your thighs clenched from the sight. “God, Atsuya, listen to you. Groaning like a whore in heat. You’re dripping more than I am.”

His eyes screwed shut, his mouth falling open as he whimpered again, lower this time, barely audible but there, and it made you shiver. His whole body tensed, his abs flexing under the sweat sheen, his cock throbbing violently in your grip.

You worked him faster, merciless, until his voice cracked. “F-fuck, baby, I’m—”

And then it hit.

Thick ropes spilled out of him, heavy spurts painting your stomach, your tits, sliding over your knuckles as you milked every drop. He groaned through it, moaning openly, his voice ragged, unfiltered, each sound spilling out of him as if he couldn’t hold it back.

“Shhhhit—fuck, this feels so good—don’t stop—” he gasped, his hips jerking into your fist, his cock still twitching, leaking more even as he came undone.

You slowed your strokes just enough to savor it, grinning down at the sticky mess spreading across your skin. “Mmm, there it is. The one time I don’t mind hearing you whine.”

He cracked one eye open, breathless, lips curling weakly. “Shut the fuck up.”

You smirked, licking your lips as you smeared his cum up your stomach with your free hand. “Never.”

His whole body jolted under your grip, thighs tightening, abs clenching, cock twitching violently in your hand. You kept milking him, squeezing and dragging your slick fist over his overstimulated length, and it wrenched another guttural groan out of him.

“Ahhh—f-fuck—” His head tipped back, voice breaking, raw and desperate, nothing smug left in it. His cock leaked even after he’d emptied, hot spurts still dribbling down your stomach as you wrung him for everything he had.

Finally, his body gave out. He collapsed forward, catching himself with his hands braced on either side of your head, chest heaving, dripping sweat. His hair hung loose, strands falling into his eyes as he looked down at you, flushed, wrecked, still smirking up at him with his cum smeared across your skin.

His voice came out hoarse, almost slurred, nothing but the truth slipping free. “Fuck, I love you.”

The words cracked out of him unplanned, blunt, messy, like another groan he couldn’t bite back. His eyes burned into yours, still dark, still wild, but softer now in the edges as he hovered over you, dripping sweat onto your chest.

You laid there on the sheets, chest heaving, skin slick with his cum dripping down your tits and belly. Your hair was a wreck, your thighs still trembling, but your grin was sharp as ever when you tilted your head up to meet his eyes.

“Of course you do, Atsuya.”

Your voice was smug, breathless, laced with a laugh that made his jaw tick.

His mouth twitched, caught between a scowl and a smirk. He leaned closer, still bracing himself over you, his cock twitching against your stomach even as it softened.

You dragged a finger through the sticky mess across your chest, licking it off with exaggerated slowness, eyes locked on his. His groan was low, guttural, his forehead dropping to press against yours, sweat dampening your hairline. “Fuck, you make me crazy.”

His jaw was tight, his eyes heavy-lidded, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to kiss you or strangle you again.

You leaned up anyway, catching his mouth in a kiss. It wasn’t soft—it was teeth, spit, breath, raw heat clashing. When you pulled back, your grin split wide, eyes glinting.

“You already are crazy, baby.”

He huffed out a broken laugh against your lips, shaking his head, but he kissed you again anyway, deeper, his hand tangling in your hair. His cock twitched against your stomach, stubborn, refusing to die down even after you’d milked him dry.

“Yeah,” he muttered between kisses, his voice low, rough, and absolutely certain. “Crazy for you, you mouthy little bitch.”

And you only laughed into his mouth, knowing you’d never let him live that down.

He was still panting, chest heaving, every breath coming rough through his nose. Sweat slicked his forehead, dripping down onto one of his forearms beside you, still holding himself between your thighs, like his body had finally hit its limit.

You reached up with both hands, palms warm against his stubbled cheeks, forcing him to look at you. His eyes flicked open, still glazed, still wild, but caught by yours instantly.

“I love you too,” you whispered, grin tugging soft at the corner of your mouth as you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his nose.

For a second he froze, blinking like he didn’t know what to do with that softness after everything he’d just said and done. His jaw twitched, his smirk threatening to come back but never quite forming. Then he exhaled, shaky, “Tsk, you really know how to fuck a guy up, don’t you?”

And even with your thighs sticky, his cum drying on your stomach, both of you a wreck on the sheets—you laughed softly, brushing your thumbs over his cheekbones.

“Yeah, baby. And you fucking love it.”

He let out a low grunt, the tension finally leaving his shoulders as his other arm gave way. His full weight settled over you, heavy, warm, damp with sweat. For once, he didn’t care if he was crushing you, he just dropped his head against your shoulder, chest still shuddering with every breath.

You sighed, content, your hands sliding up into his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. He muttered something incoherent against your neck, too tired to keep up his usual stream of filth, but the way his body molded into yours said enough.

For a long beat it was just his ragged breathing and the sticky warmth between your bodies. Then he shifted, tilting his face up, his mouth catching yours.

It wasn’t rough this time. It was deep, messy, unhurried — tongues tangling, lips dragging, both of you breathing each other in like you had time to waste. His hand cupped your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek as he kissed you again and again, every sound he made melting straight into your mouth.

You hummed against his lips, smiling into the kiss, your voice breaking soft between gasps. “Mm… better when you shut up.”

He chuckled into your mouth, the vibration rolling through his chest. Then he kissed you harder, like he was trying to prove you wrong without saying a word.

His lips were still dragging over yours, messy and slow, when he shifted just enough to grab your wrist. Without breaking the kiss, he guided your hand down between your bodies until your palm pressed against the hard length twitching back to life against your stomach. He didn’t push you to stroke him — just held you there, making you feel how quickly he’d gotten hard again.

You pulled back a little, laughing against his lips, breathless. “I cannot believe you. Mid-thirties, with the stamina of a horny fucking teenager.”

He chuckled, deep in his chest, still kissing along your jaw like he hadn’t even heard the insult. “Mm. Compliment noted.”

You rolled your eyes, squeezing him once, just to make him twitch. “You came twice in the last hour, Atsuya.”

“Yeah,” he muttered into your skin, his smirk audible in his voice. “Get yourself a younger girl, they said. Keep up with her, they said…” His hips rolled just enough to push his cock harder into your hand, his breath hitching despite himself.

You groaned, laughing as you kissed him again, voice muffled against his mouth. “Disgusting.”

He hummed low, smug, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth.

He kept kissing you, but the edge was different now — softer, slower, heat melting into something that burned deep instead of fast. His mouth lingered on yours, tongue lazy, lips dragging, his breath warm against your cheek.

Your hand was still around him, twitching under your palm, but he didn’t push, didn’t rut into it. He just held your jaw in his big hand, thumb brushing over your skin as he kissed you like he finally had the patience to savor it.

When he pulled back, his voice low and rough, but steadier this time.

“You good?” he asked. A beat, then quieter, more raw: “Want me again?”

The way he asked it, with no smug edge, no insult laced in made your chest twist. His dark eyes searched yours, hungry but waiting, like he wouldn’t move until you said so.

“I’m sensitive,” you whispered, tilting your chin toward him, brushing your lips against his as you spoke. Your eyes narrowed a little, daring him to make something of it.

His big hand slid up into your hair, stroking slow over your head very sweet, but with just enough mocking weight in his voice to make you groan. “Oh, baby, I can tell,” he drawled, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I’ll be gentle this time.”

You let out a shaky laugh, your body still humming from everything he’d wrung out of you, but your smirk was still sharp. “You? Gentle? That’ll be the day.”

He chuckled low, kissing along your jaw, his hand still petting through your hair like you were something fragile. “Mm. Guess you’ll just have to let me prove it.”

And for once, the way he kissed you after wasn’t rough or punishing, it was hot and deep, his tongue coaxing instead of demanding, his body still heavy on yours but softer in the way he moved, like he was finally letting himself slow down.

You reached down between your bodies, guiding him into place. His cock was hot and heavy in your hand, and when you lined him up, he didn’t slam in like before. He just pressed the swollen head against your entrance, easing forward just enough to part your folds.

He rocked the tip there, slow and careful, teasing instead of punishing. Each brush made your body jolt, made your breath catch in his mouth as he kissed you softer than he ever had.

Your gasp broke between his lips, your hands clawing at his shoulders as you melted under him.

“Yeah,” he rasped suddenly, his voice turning rough, biting against the sweetness of the moment. His forehead pressed hard to yours, his lips still brushing yours as he pushed just the tip deeper, stretching you slow. “You’re still my little bitch. Don’t forget that.”

The words hit like a spark, filthy and grounding all at once. Your moan slipped into his mouth, your hips rolling to take him in further despite his teasing.

And he only chuckled, low and dark, his mouth swallowing every sound you made.

He kept kissing you, tongue slow, deep, his cock pressing inch by inch inside. No rush this time. No brutal thrust. Just a steady stretch that had your breath stuttering into his mouth.

Every time you clenched, he paused, his smirk brushing against your lips. “There you go. Take it nice and slow. Can feel you choking on me already.”

Your nails dug into his shoulders, a moan slipping free even as you tried to glare. “You bastard—”

“Mm.” His hand cradled the back of your head, holding you still while his hips pushed forward another inch, making you gasp. He groaned low, hot against your ear. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

He moved like he had all the time in the world, dragging back, then easing forward again, never slamming, just grinding deep, making you feel every thick vein as he filled you. His dominance wasn’t in the pace; it was in the control. He decided exactly how much you got and when.

“You hear that?” he murmured, lips ghosting over your jaw as the wet slide of your cunt echoed between you. “That’s your sloppy little hole singing for me. Slow or fast, you’re mine to play with.”

Your head tipped back, eyes rolling, your breath shattering. He caught your throat again, not squeezing this time — just resting his hand there, reminding you. “Keep looking at me,” he ordered, pushing deeper until your cunt swallowed him whole.

You whimpered, clenching tight, your voice breaking into a moan. “Fuck, Atsuya—”

He kissed you again, filthy and soft all at once, swallowing every sound. When he finally pulled back, his eyes burned into yours, his voice rough but steady. “That’s it, baby. Slow, deep, and all mine.”

He bottomed out inside you, slow and merciless, your walls fluttering around him as your chest arched into his. His hand stayed heavy on your throat, not squeezing, just holding you there, keeping you steady, keeping you his.

“Breathe, baby,” he muttered, his lips brushing yours, his cock grinding deep. “Nice and slow. Yeah… there you go. That tight little hole knows who’s inside it.”

You moaned, broken, your nails clawing at his back.

He smirked against your jaw, his voice going low and sharp. “What’s the matter? All that bratty mouth and now you can’t even form a sentence? Pathetic.”

Your eyes rolled back, a laugh cracking into a whimper. “Y-you’re so—”

“So what?” he interrupted, dragging out of you inch by inch before sinking back in just as slow, making you feel every throb. “So good? So deep? Or so fucking smug?” His hips pressed flush against you, the wet slap obscene, his cock twitching inside you.

Your breath hitched, your voice cracking. “All of it—”

“Damn right.” He kissed you hard, biting your lip, then pulled back with a groan. “Listen to that. Barely a few strokes and you’re dripping down my cock like the needy little bitch you are.”

His hand on your throat flexed, thumb brushing your jaw. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. Wanna see that smart mouth of yours fall apart.”

You forced your gaze up to him, eyes glazed, lips parted.

“There it is,” he rasped, rolling his hips deeper, steady and controlled. “My cock fits better in you than your own damn words. And you know it.”

Another moan broke out of you, raw and guttural.

He chuckled, low and satisfied, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Yeah—That’s my girl.”

His thrusts stayed steady, dragging deep and slow, every grind of his cock deliberate. The hand on your throat never left, heavy and grounding, his thumb pressing just under your jaw as his forehead rested against yours.

“Fuck—” he groaned, voice gravel as his hips rolled, filling you to the hilt. “So fucking warm around me. You always take me like this, don’t you?”

Your breath caught, a moan spilling into his mouth when he kissed you rough.

A ragged sound tore from his chest when you clenched down around him. His smirk cracked, turning into something rawer, needier. “Ohhh, fuck, there you go. You feel that? You’re milking me already. You’re so cock-drunk you don’t even know what to do with yourself.”

He pushed in deeper, slow but brutal, making your back arch. His breath shuddered out, another moan tumbling under his words. “God, you’re filthy. Dripping, clenching, just lying here letting me ruin you. My perfect little mess.”

You laughed breathlessly, your grin breaking through even as your voice cracked on a moan. “You sound wrecked.”

His hips ground into you hard, pulling another slick slap out of your bodies, his groan catching sharp in his throat. “Yeah? And you love it. You love hearing me lose my shit in your pussy.”

Another roll of his hips, another deep drag of his cock through you, his head tipping back this time as a low, guttural moan spilled out of him. His hand slid from your throat to your chest, pressing down over your sternum as if to keep you pinned.

“You feel that?” he muttered, voice breaking, chest heaving. “That’s your cunt strangling me—fuck—it’s too good. You’re too good.”

His thrusts stayed deep and dragging, every inch stretching you slow, deliberate, filthy. Sweat dripped from his temple onto your cheek, his breath breaking rough against your lips.

He kissed you, messy and hot, and the words slipped out into your mouth, raw and unguarded.

“I’m—fuck—I’m so close.”

Your nails dug into his back as you whispered against his lips, smug and breathless all at once.

“Not yet, baby.”

He groaned loud, a sound torn from his chest, his hips stuttering but not stopping. His forehead pressed to yours, his cock twitching deep inside you as he tried to hold back.

“F-fuck, you’re killing me,” he rasped, his hand clutching your throat again, thumb trembling against your pulse. “This cunt is begging me to cum in it—wet, tight, milking me—and you’re telling me no?”

You grinned, tilting your chin just enough to meet his eyes. “Exactly.”

His laugh cracked, broken and filthy, cut off by another groan. He rolled his hips into you harder, slower, grinding his cock right up against your sweetest spot. “God, you’re sick. You get off on this, huh? Watching me fall apart? Cock’s dripping inside you, and you still want more.”

You moaned back into his mouth, your voice a low hum of pleasure. “Mmhm. Don’t you dare waste it yet.”

His jaw clenched, his groans growing louder, sweat dripping onto your chest. “You’re fucking evil,” he panted, his words catching between ragged breaths. “Keeping me on the edge like this—fuck—you’ll pay for it when I finally let go.”

And still, he kept rutting slow and deep, trembling under your hands, strung tight, his voice breaking with every moan he tried to swallow.

His body trembled over you, every muscle tight as he fought to hold himself back, cock dragging deep, slow, obscene. Every thrust had him groaning, low and guttural, right into your mouth, and it was wrecking you.

“F-fuck—baby, I’m—so fucking close—” he gasped, his forehead pressing to yours, his voice cracking in a way you’d never heard before.

You smirked against his lips, whispering sharp and smug. “Not yet, baby. You wait.”

He growled, frustrated, his hips jerking as he buried himself balls-deep, holding you there, his cock twitching inside your soaked cunt. “Goddamn—you’re evil—” His voice broke again, a raw moan spilling out of him before he could stop it.

And that sound—that sound—went straight to your core. Your body clenched hard around him, slick flooding, wetness dripping down his cock.

His eyes snapped open, glazed and wild, and he laughed breathlessly against your mouth. “Ohhh, fuck—you like that, don’t you? You’re wetter—dripping—just from hearing me moan.”

You let your head fall back, laughing through a moan, your walls choking him tighter with every slow pull of his cock. “Mmhm. I could get off just listening to you lose it.”

He groaned again, louder this time, the noise guttural and shameless, his hips grinding deep. “Shit—fuck—you’re strangling me, baby. Pussy’s drowning me—you’re milking me just from the sound of my voice.”

You clenched around him again, messy and wanton, your thighs slick with everything spilling out of you. “That’s right. Keep moaning for me. Let me hear it.”

He buried his face in your neck, rutting slow but brutal, groaning and whimpering into your skin as his cock dragged balls-deep and back, over and over. “F-fuck—you’re gonna make me—ohhh fuck—”

And you only laughed, sharp and breathless, your smirk pressed into his hair as you held him there, wet and pulsing inside you, refusing to let him finish just yet.

He was shaking above you, muscles drawn tight, his cock swollen and twitching inside you. Every thrust dragged so slow and deep it felt like he was trying to carve himself into you.

His mouth hovered at your jaw, breath hot and shaky, but the words that had spilled so freely before were gone. No more smug insults, no more filth—just strained silence as he tried to hold it in.

You felt him throbbing inside you, right on the edge. Smirking, you slid one hand up the back of his head, threading your fingers into his damp hair and holding him there. Your nails scratched lightly at his scalp as you whispered, low and taunting.

“What’s wrong, Atsuya? Got nothing to say now?”

He groaned, muffled against your skin, his hips jerking despite the slow rhythm he tried to keep.

You hummed, tilting your head to kiss his temple, stroking his hair as if you were soothing him, mocking and tender at once. “Mm, so quiet. Don’t tell me my loud, grumpy bastard’s too busy trying not to cum all over me.”

That earned you a broken whimper, low and guttural, muffled against your neck. His whole body jolted as if the sound slipped out against his will.

“Ohhh,” you crooned, smirking even wider as you tugged his hair just enough to force his face up. “There it is. You’re whimpering for me. My cocky man, coming apart in my pussy.”

His eyes squeezed shut, his breath ragged, his forehead pressing into yours as another shaky sound broke free of him. You stroked the back of his head, guiding him through it.

You held him there, stroking his hair, kissing his jaw as his body trembled against you. “Shhh,” you whispered, smug and sweet all at once. “I’ve got you, baby. Cum for me.”

For a few seconds he tried to hold it, jaw locked, teeth clenched, his forehead pressed to yours as your fingers stroked through his damp hair. He was trembling, his cock twitching inside you, your walls fluttering around him. You thought maybe he’d manage to keep it down.

And then he snapped.

His whole body jolted, his hips slamming forward as his cock throbbed violently inside you. His hand shot out, gripping the sheet beside your head in a white-knuckled fist, ripping the fabric tight.

“F-fucking—ahhh, fuck!” The moan tore out of him, raw and desperate, breaking into a cry that filled the room. His eyes squeezed shut, his mouth open as he groaned through it, voice cracking, spilling everything he’d tried to hold back.

You gasped, your smirk dissolving into a moan as you felt him erupt inside you again, hot spurts spilling deep, flooding you until you felt it leaking back out around him. His hips jerked helplessly, grinding into you like he couldn’t get close enough.

“God—ohhh fuck—baby—” His voice was wrecked, loud, shameless, his groans echoing off the walls as his cock twitched over and over. He buried his face against your neck at last, but it didn’t muffle the filthy sounds tearing out of his throat.

You held him through it, stroking his hair, laughing softly against his ear even as your body shuddered with every pulse of his release. “That’s it, Atsuya. Let me hear it. You sound so fucking good when you lose it.”

He whimpered again, louder this time, his whole body shaking as he clung to the sheets and emptied himself into you.

“I—fuck—I can’t stop cumming,” he murmured, voice hoarse, breaking apart into another shameless moan as his cock throbbed violently, spilling more heat inside you.

The words made your stomach twist, made your pussy clench down hard around him, milking every pulse.

“Ohhh, baby…” you purred, stroking his hair, your smirk widening even as your own body trembled. “That’s so fucking hot. Just keep giving it to me.”

He groaned loud, broken, his chest shaking against yours as his release kept coming, flooding you until it was dripping down your thighs, soaking the sheets beneath. Every time you clenched around him, it dragged another low, guttural moan from his throat.

“F-fuck—ohhh god, it won’t stop—” he gasped, half laughing, half crying into your skin. His whole body shuddered as if the pleasure was too much, but his hips still ground into you, chasing every last drop.

And you held him through it, hands tangled in his hair, whispering filth into his ear as he twitched helplessly inside you. “Good boy. Fill me up. Don’t you dare stop now.”

His reply was nothing but another wrecked groan, loud and raw, as his cock pulsed again, spilling more, every second of it hot and filthy as hell.

His groans were wrecked now, breaking louder every time another hot gush leaked into you. He sounded undone, desperate, every bit of his control gone.

You cupped his face suddenly with both hands, forcing him to look at you. His eyes fluttered half-shut, glassy and wild, his mouth falling open around another broken sound.

“What the fu—aaahhh—” he moaned, the word turning into a cry as another hard spurt shot deep inside you, his whole body shuddering.

Your thumbs stroked his cheeks, mocking and tender all at once as you grinned up at him. “That’s it, Atsuya. Look at you. Can’t even stop cumming for me.”

He whimpered again, louder, his face twitching under your grip, his cock still jerking and spilling, sticky warmth leaking down between you both.

“F-fuck—baby, it’s too much—” he rasped, voice breaking, his hands clawing at the sheets as if he could ground himself.

You kissed him, swallowing the moan he let out into your mouth, your smirk pressed to his lips. “Shhh. Don’t fight it. Just let it happen. You’re so fucking hot like this.”

And he did—twitching, groaning, muttering half-words that broke into moans, every pulse inside you hotter, filthier, more helpless than the last.

Then with a desperate groan he finally pulled out, his length sliding wet and messy against your thigh. The sudden emptiness made you gasp, but it was his sound that undid you, a raw, broken whine.

His forehead pressed against yours, your hands still cupping his face, thumbs brushing over the sweat on his cheeks. His eyes darted frantically between yours, wild and glassy, and his voice cracked as he whispered, almost accusing:

“What are you doing to me?”

Your grin softened, still smug but gentler now, your thumbs stroking along his jaw as you held him steady. You kissed his nose, his lips brushing yours again, and whispered back.

“That’s what you do to me. Every time. Just… softer.”

He groaned again, shaking his head, trying to swallow down another whimper. His chest heaved against yours, sticky mess smeared between your bodies.

“You did so good for me, honey,” you murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth, still stroking his face. “So fucking good.”

His eyes fluttered, caught between disbelief and surrender, his mouth parting like he wanted to argue but all that came out was another ragged moan as he melted into your hands.

His strength gave out all at once. With a shaky grunt, he let himself fall to the side, collapsing onto the sheets in a sweaty, sticky heap. But even then, he didn’t let you go, his arm hooked tight around your waist, dragging you with him until you landed sprawled against his chest.

You laughed softly, your hair falling across his damp skin, your hands still cradling his face as he panted under you. His eyes were heavy-lidded, lips swollen from your kisses, but he still tried to glare, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Goddamn… you,” he muttered, voice raw and hoarse.

You kissed the sweat at his temple, snickering into his hair. “Mm. You love me.”

He groaned, rolling his head to bury his face against your neck, his body trembling faintly from the aftershocks. His arm only tightened around you, holding you closer, sticky and messy as you both sank into the ruined sheets.

For once, there were no more insults. Just his ragged breathing against your throat, your fingers combing through his damp hair, and the heavy weight of him clinging like he didn’t want to let you go.

He groaned low in his throat, not sharp or mocking this time, just worn-out and heavy.

“Mm,” he muttered into your neck, voice hoarse. “You’re evil.”

You chuckled, kissing the top of his head. “Yeah, yeah. You’ll live.”

His grip flexed on your waist, pulling you tighter against his sticky chest. For a while, it was just his ragged breathing, the ruined sheets beneath you, the warmth of his weight anchoring you down.

When he finally spoke again, it slipped out softer, half-mumbled like he hadn’t meant for you to hear. “Fuckin’ love you, y’know that?”

You grinned into his hair, your hands still carding through it, whispering back against his temple. “I know. I love you too.”

He groaned again, this one quieter, almost content, his lips brushing your throat. “Don’t tell anyone. I’ve got a reputation.”

You laughed, your chest shaking against his. “Please. No one would believe me if I tried.”

His answering chuckle rumbled into your skin, and then he just sighed, heavy and spent, melting fully into you as you both sank into the mess together.

His breathing finally slowed, heavy and steady, his weight warm where he curled into you. The iron grip on your waist hadn’t loosened, even as his eyes fluttered shut, lashes brushing against your skin. He was drifting, the tension gone from his body, mouth slack against your neck.

You smiled, fingers still stroking through his damp hair as you whispered, low and smug, “Stop jerking off without me next time.”

A beat of silence. You thought he’d slipped under until his lips twitched against your throat, his voice rough, mumbled, but carrying that same bastard grin even half-asleep.

“Oh sweetheart,” he muttered, chuckling weakly, “I knew you were coming.”

You laughed, quiet and breathless, pressing another kiss to his hair. “Unbelievable.”

His only answer was a low groan, followed by the weight of him fully sinking into you, out cold, a ruined, sticky, smug mess that you wouldn’t trade for anything.

The sheets were wrecked, your bodies sticky, your muscles sore, but the room finally went quiet except for his steady breathing. Atsuya was out cold, tangled around you like a furnace, still managing to look smug even in his sleep.

You sighed, brushing your fingers over his temple, the ghost of a grin on your lips. “Crazy bastard.”

And yet, with his cum drying on your skin, his heartbeat steady against your chest, and his hand still gripping you like he’d never let go—you couldn’t stop smiling.

Because yeah, he was a grumpy bitch, loud, filthy, insufferable. But he was yours.

And that was the hottest part of all.

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