EAT MY HEART OUT WHEN NO ONE'S WATCHIN'!
turbo!okarun x ayase!reader, 2.3k. MDNI
song rec; house of cards, bts
explicitly implied that both reader and okarun are well over 18, supposed exorcism? no intro though, ropes used, uncomfortable positioning, okarun is his usual bleak self just much less, afab reader, not proofread.
"You're gonna have to do better than that, shit makes me sad." Okarun whispers behind you, his voice is groggy and intimate, it makes you wonder if this would ever die down after the first round of attempt.
"What gives you the idea that I'm not?" You're so cocky and adamant it pisses even yourself off.
"If you really needed my assistance, I woulda expected a thank you at least, y'know?" you start.
"I know, and I'm sorry, really, I am," He sounds so pent up you're sorry for him again. "It's just, I can't stop, 's like I don't even realize it."
"I've got an idea, it might not work, but it's well worth a try," You flip the switch on, the light is dim but it gives you a clear image on what you're working with now.
Somehow Okarun looks much worse, like he's been put through and denied for centuries, maybe.
"Granny mentioned something about warding off spirits with ropes internally,"
"This fucking sucks," He growls out of desperation. "Just gimme a sec, I'm sure it's somewhere in here." You grab at a thick wad of the rope that was scattered around the room, a few yards of red might do the trick.
"What are you even planning on doing? Looks dumb," He sounds dumbfounded as you bring him to his knees, cuffing both wrists, you decide to let him stay free to an extent by letting his hands rest in the front, you tie a knot secure enough it might just cut his blood circulation off.
"This looks.. awfully familiar," He stares from the sidelines of his view. "Too bad you're gonna have to put up with it," You wrap the rope around his neck, tight enough he's got room to breathe and bark around more.
"That should do the trick," You ponder at the years of helping Okarun maintain his composure, it's a stretch to say that he hasn't thanked you enough, but now seems like the best time to get a rise out of him, it's no risk either, when it's someone like Okarun, you've known him since he's donned what could be titled the worst haircut since the dawn of time.
"Y'know, Okarun, don't you ever feel an ounce of pity for me?" You start, it's obviously a joke but it overwhelms him, all those years of having been saved by you, vice versa.
"Of course I have, I mean, it might sound a lil' stupid but I've always wanted to show you how appreciative I am, sounds cheesy so I figured you'd hate it anyways." There's always a catch to his words, stringing depressingly, but it fits his character.
"Oh, not at all, Okarun, if I were you, I would've done something a whole lot long ago." You murmur and smile down at him, he looks so pretty on his knees you're praying this happens biweekly, any more and you'd end up paralyzed accordingly.
"And what might you be talkin' about?" His cocky attitude flares up for each and every second you keep him waiting at the edge.
"You know, all those times you've at least thought about me," You pine on, dragging him closer to the corner of the bed by the rope.
He crawls, he follows obediently and he doesn't ever seem to take his eyes off of you.
"I know how badly you need it," Now you're facing him, he still stares up into your eyes in desperation, you watch as his eyes darken to a deep shade of scarlet as he shys away.
"Don't even think about it, sweetheart, He leans into your space. "Not like this, ain't ideal, ain't a good way to leave a nice impression,"
"Then what is? You know you've been leading me on for years on end," Cuffing his face, you trace along his sternum.
"Such a pain in the ass," He croons into your neck, resting at your chest, "Lemme feel you," He brings both hands to unbutton your jeans, despite being restrained, he does it with ease.
"Show me what I'm workin' with, will ya?" He eases right in between your thighs, like he fits right there.
You question it for a second before he glides a finger through your wet heat without skipping a beat, "That's more like it," his brash manner isn't a deal breaker anymore, if anything, it adds on to the situation.
"That's what being good gets you, but you haven't exactly been good, haven't you?" At this rate he doesn't want to continue playing dumb just to get into your pants, he breaks past the barrier, Okarun tosses the remnants of the rope to the floor, the part that's still wrapped around his neck remains intact, by control of your hands, your wish.
"Mind games until you made me resort to this, y'know I ain't that typa guy," He adds on. "One to have things my way, but you, you're a completely different case."
"Always wanted to know what that sweet cunt feels like, too much f'me to handle, figured I'll make things easier for you."
"The rope too, how flattering," He grabs one end of the rope, traces it from your shoulder blades down to the flesh of your cunt.
His fingers are squeamishly long and slender, watching it feel the mound while he continues to tease you. "Fuck," You whisper, your breath is hot, dense as the air as you watch Okarun continue to glide the rope around either sides of your thighs.
"Hurry up, can't wait any longer," You whine.
"What gives you the idea that I'm being patient? If we both had things our way, we'd be at the end of the bed right now, you'd be crying for more," He sketches a wide picture and you're eager to paint it complete for him.
"You're mean," Your hands grasp for the bedsheets. "I can get worse," he binds your thighs complete, now you're unable to move your arms, your legs are free to roam but he's certain you'd never run away, he grants you the right to speak, wants to hear you scream his name, he says.
"That good for you? Needed me to keep you bound from giving me what I want." His fingers ghost over your pussy, his fingers slip upwards from your sweet spot, then downwards, you groan over the way he mocks you.
Just as you least expect it, he brings his fingers to your mouth, coats his fingers wet with your spit before sliding a finger through your slit.
"So fucking wet," He murmurs, curling the digits where you feel it best. "all of this f'me? Too kind," He digresses, he could never do anything like this, but now it's different, he's been keeping you in check for too long.
You mewl and toss around just as he brings his free hand to hold you down, he jostles you back in place, resting your thighs around his shoulders. "That's too much, please, Okarun, 's too much," you squeal, feeling yourself go numb for a little over a minute, your very core being played with past your orgasm.
"Messy, too bad." Okarun hums, he's pleased with the girl he's always wanted to see. To become. If he can evolve into a tale of corruption then sure can you.
"Okarun— Ken, Ken, 'm gonna cum again," you wail and it slips past your mind voice. Within a split second, he pulls back, the fucking audacity.
Ken.
Lot's of new firsts tonight, this one defied all odds in his mind.
It's a lingering thought but you wonder if this is even his first time, you dared not to question it at the start out of what could've been labelled as fear.
"Say that again,"
"Ken,"
"Fuck."
He lines his swollen tip over your nub, teasing you where it hurts the most before bottoming out inside you.
You angle your head to face him, watching as he attempts to ease his cock into you. It's big, there's no way it would fit. He notices as you slowly push away.
"Hey, no sweat, just the tip, how's that for ya?" He soothes, you hum keenly in response.
"That feel good?" He whispers.
"Uh huh, feels too good," You nod and babble, eyes shut, head tilted back, the whole nine yards.
"I got another thing I wanna try," He interrupts, pulling the tip of his cock to feel your mound, he pushes it slightly down and you watch as it shifts in size for each thrust Okarun gives.
You feel Okarun as he picks up his pace, followed by you garnering what little energy you've got left to spare.
"Fuck, can't—" He pulls out in a flash, his eyes are half lidded as he watches his cum sputter onto your lower abdomen.
Now he's slightly embarrassed and his movements are ever-so-slightly rigid, a wave of regret and satisfaction washes over him.
"Again, I'm sorry for that, but I gave you a forewarning," He settles by you in bed.
"Anytime," You retort languidly, undoing the rope around Okarun's wrists.
"Plus, I still owe you one," It's odd, but as friends, you two are bound to retain an even tally of orgasms.
"Don't put it like that, dude," He groans.
"You're right though, maybe not now." He murmurs, burying his face by your neck, he hums before drifting off.
