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i’ve had “want rindou to use my pussy as a fidget toy </3” in my navi for quite a while and i’ve been thinkin’ about it real hard lately so i just thought i would expand on it a little <3
you two could just be sitting on the couch relaxing, watching a movie, taking a nap—whatever it may be, rindou just always seems to have a hand in your pants. he has his phone in one hand scrolling through social media and the other hand stuffed into your panties, mindlessly and lazily playing with your puffy little clit. even though he isn’t giving any thought to his movements, his adept fingers still work you towards an orgasm too quickly for the situation. you try your best to act like you aren’t bothered, to keep scrolling on your phone like you aren’t literally about to cum all over his hand. but god is that hard to do when he dips his long fingers into your dripping hole. you can’t help the soft moans that leave you when he starts fucking them into you slowly, still not paying proper attention to you. it’s only when you start whimpering louder and grinding into his hand that he looks over at you. the sight of you nearly makes him whimper. your eyes shut and mouth slightly agape, eyebrows pinched together as you chase the high that you crave. “my pretty girl gonna cum from just this?” he hums as he plunges his fingers deeper, grinding his palm into your clit. “go ahead then, angel.”
toby’s breathing tended to stay uneven while having sex, shoulders rising and falling as a thin layer of sweat covered his torso. every nerve felt like it was humming beneath his skin. his tics became more frequent almost immediately, his head jerking to the side, shoulders twitching, fingers flexing involuntarily against your thighs, little clicks and hums escaping under his breath without him even noticing. he didn't care, though. not in the slightest.
he would hover over you on the rumpled sheets, his pale, slender fingers trembling against the back of your thighs as he snap his hips against yours. a sharp tic would jerk his head sideways and his voice would probably crack into a whimper. "fuh— fuck.. you're squeezing me so good," he’d whine, the words tumbling out shaky.
his hips would stutter forward in an uneven rhythm, each thrust punctuated by another involuntary twitch that made his cock twitch inside you. "i can't.. i can't hold still," he’d whimper again, “suh— so beautiful,” voice cracking as a spasm rolled through his torso and forced him to slam in harder than he meant to. the more your walls fluttered around him, the more his excitement built, feeding the restless energy until his shoulders jerked and his neck snapped to the side again. every fresh pulse of pleasure made the tics worse, turning his movements erratic and desperate.
Habit starts stalking Toby's girlfriend, something about you intrigued him, initially he was going to eat you but you seemed too entertaining to just kill and eat. Then there was your boyfriend, Toby. He was with you constantly to the point he was basically stalking Toby as well, but he started taking interest in Toby too. He'll follow Toby when you're not there sometimes and vice versa, picking which one he wants to watch for the day when you two are separated. It's some weird attraction and obsession he's grown for the two of you, some weird sexual awakening happened when he saw Toby
Toby’s obsessive tendencies and need to be overwhelmingly close to you.
He’s so desperate about it that he grows stricter on that fact alone. Grabbing your face roughly like “Look at me.” When he’s fucking you and constantly asking you who’s inside you because he needs to hear you say his name.
It’s so intense it’s almost unbearable. He refuses to let your eyes close and gets meaner if you start going dumb on it. It’s the ego trip mixed with his fixation on keeping you aware of who’s on top of you. It needs to be him. The last thing you moan when you cum needs to be his name. The last thing you see has to be his face.
That’s where his cannibalistic urges resurface- he physically needs to keep a piece of you with him. He’ll bite you hard enough to bleed and tear up licking the wound because he wants it so badly. He’ll cry like he’s the one in pain, matching your whines nearly perfectly.
It’s nearly uncontrollable to him. Toby mimics your sobs and twitches because he wants to feel everything you do, becoming your literal other half. It makes him genuinely sick to imagine you distancing yourself in any way, and all his paranoia hits you full force when you’re intimate during one of his moods.
Most of the time, he’s expressive, squirming and rambling praise. But when he’s already in that head space, he turns into a different person.
He pins your wrists down hard enough to bruise, begging you with so much agony it borders on uncomfortable. His words don’t match his tone, his cries don’t match his actions. Toby’s sobbing while staring directly into your eyes, close to sneering in your face and telling you to that he loves you to the point of mental breakage.
“Say it- say you love me. You mean it, right? Tell me you fucking mean it.”
“It feels like I’m fucking dying when I look at you. I love you so much- I love you so much it’s killing me, angel.”
It helps when you overwhelm him back, though. The only thing that slowly eases him out of that state is your constant reassurance, signs of trust and forcing him to stay present. If you bring his hand up, wrapping it around your throat- “It’s okay. It feels good, keep going.” He’ll whine like a dog and spasm over you.
You swipe the shallow wound on your neck, collecting the blood before slipping your fingers into his mouth. He drools around you and gags trying to take you deeper- going until saliva and scarlet dribble onto your bare chest. His eyes are rolling up, Toby moaning as if he’s huffing gas after withdrawals.
He fucks you harder every time your fingers hit the back of his throat. It’s disgustingly messy, and he’s not even coherent by the end, slurring his words while he stuffs you over and over again. You have bite marks all over your hand because he chews on you like a mutt, using your limbs as a muzzle, then lapping at the cuts with the most pathetic hiccups you’ve ever heard.
And if you bite him back, he cums so hard he blacks out.
▹kokonoi hajime/f!reader ▹1.2k words ▹smut, public sex, alcohol, bonten timeline
▹you find yourself in the vip lounge with koko, and he's more than happy to decorate you with money
▹dividers by @/cursed-carmine
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he likes it when you pull on his hair like that.
hajime's hands keep moving, putting bill after bill under the strap of your bra, scratching at your skin when you move, but you put it out of your mind while you ride him on the rich leather couch of the lounge. the music is low, vibrating in the air around you two while your sweaty body glistens under the hypnotic lights. he lowers his mouth to your throat, licking the rich smoky liquid dripping down the column of your neck as he pours what's left of the whiskey from his glass.
throwing your head back, you feel the impact of the night. drinks and compliments and thinly veiled suggestions from many of the vip lounge's visitors. all of that just to end up draped over the leather couch with none other than kokonoi hajime tugging on your tight dress that sparkles as the lights overhead shift from red to blue.
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an occasional high pitched laughter sparkled in the cacophony of noise, and you'd straddled his lap a while ago trying to get your head on straight while your fingers gripped his hair close to his scalp, ready to tug while his def fingers were rubbing against your needy clit over your panties. he teased you then, calling you a needy whore, all while the smooth voice from his lips promised immense pleasure as it caressed your ear. you bucked your hips like an animal in heat and pulled away when it got too much. but then the money started coming.
at first it was a smaller bill, tucked in the waistband of your panties.
then, a few more, folded up and stuck into the cups of your bra.
then, the hem of your dress was bunched up around your waist to let you move more freely. the smoke in the air stuck to your skin when you started grinding your soaked pussy against the tense bulge of hajime's pants, still only teasing the both of you even though you knew, despite the enticing darkness ruling this lounge, that there was a wet patch where he was trying lift his hips to meet your movements.
his pupils were huge, swallowing up the colour of his eyes. glistening under the moving lights. his white hair fell over one shoulder, and he groaned every time you tugged on it a little, whimpered when you angled his face up to see you better, though he would never admit to it. you were drunk and imagining things, he would probably say. it doesn't even matter, because every time you licked into his mouth he bucked upwards a little faster, almost completely lost in the need to feel you wrapped around his cock. but you didn't move it further yet. your skin thrummed with the music dampened by the thick glass and fuzzy carpet and only the vibrations remained, unlike the heavy bass that had made your heart pump in the same rhythm while you had been out there with the many dancing, sweaty bodies. here, in this darkened room, your heart pumped in the rhythm of hajime's breaths.
he was above pleading. even lost in the sensation of your warm, soft body straddling his lap, rubbing your wet pussy against him almost getting him to blow his load into the linen of his pants, kokonoi hajime would not plead. he was, however, perfectly happy with making you want to go on, slipping his tongue into your warm mouth, letting the saliva build as you kissed, leaving a messy trail of spit trickle down your chin. he knew what to do to get you to move on your own, leaving him to keep lounging there, lazily reaping the rewards of his reputation and promises of a high so great you wouldn't forget it in the morning.
so when you tugged his pants off, awkwardly shifting on his lap and groaning when his leaky cock sprung out of his underwear, you could hardly stand another minute of not feeling him snug inside you. his hand, the one not dipping into the bag on the seat next to him, carefully rested on your lower back, guiding you closer as you were grinding your sensitive folds against his tip. a quick brush of your hand across your panties moved the fabric to the side, exposing your bare skin to his pink needy cock head, beading with precum as luminous as an expensive pearl.
sinking down on his length was slow and dragged out. every inch carried with it a crinkle of bills that found themselves pinched underneath your bra strap. you smiled wide, looking down to see how absolutely soaked his shaft is with your arousal as you met the base of his cock with your pussy. filthy… his mouth was slightly open, tongue stuck in the corner of his lips before he kissed the next bill he put into the cup of your bra. you started moving slowly, guided by his hand pressed against your back until he was certain you'd keep fucking him, until he threw his head back and groaned a deep curse from the bottom of his chest.
certain you wouldn't get up and leave, satisfied with the pitch of your moans as your cunt squeezed his cock, he let go of your back and took the glass that he had been nursing earlier, rich amber liquid sloshing around the large ice cube in the centre of it. a drop of whiskey escaped his lips and you had to stop yourself from leaning in to lick it off his chin when he tipped his head forward and pulled you closer.
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that's how you find yourself in this position, rolling your hips desperately trying to reach your high as hajime spills the remaining whiskey down your neck, his tongue lapping it up against your collar bone. you're almost ascending, the heat and smoke in the air presses heavily on your sweaty skin while shivers tickle up your spine. his twitching cock pushes all your buttons, dripping with your juices as you bounce on it until you're whining for the sweet release. it's almost within reach, your hips lift and descend faster as he keeps the money coming, the smell of those bills and the texture of them on your skin sending you into even more of a spiral before you close your eyes. your knees are digging into the couch, the leather soft as it dips beneath you when you hurry up, meeting his thighs with your ass in quick slapping noises that have you squeeze your fingers in his hair.
he wants to see your eyes roll back, so his hand squishes your cheeks as he guides you into another nasty, wet kiss before releasing you just a moment before your squelching cunt tightens and your hips stutter. hajime smirks and guides your hips again, keeping you going until he's cumming too, spilling his release inside you while his money rustles in your clothes. letting you slump against him still holding onto his long hair for balance, he's taking more from the bag beside him. you're pushing yourself up, looking down at the blissed out face in front of you, the light dancing over his forehead. hajime pats your ass, and that's the only thanks you'll get. that, and another few crisp bills shoved right between your tits.
until the next time you come upon a bonten member in the club, if you're lucky enough.
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Thinking about Toby being really into free use and letting you fuck him whenever you want, I've said it before he aims to please he wants you to use him to get off at any time. You've had a bad day? He'll fuck you for as long as you want to help you forget about your shit day. He's being annoying? Grab him by his hair and sit on his face to shut him up
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