Synopsis. Your milkshakes arenât bringing all the boys bulls to the yard? Youâve never been properly fĂşcked through your heats? Donât worry, thereâs a new bull hybrid on the farm - Toji Fushiguro. And he promises to milk you dry.
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!cow hybrid!reader, bull hybrid!Toji, farm AU, hybrids AU, farmer!Shiu cameo, RĂTS, feraI Toji, heâs kept away, face-sĂtting, oraI (fem rec.), spĂtting, fĂngering, manhandIing, overstĂm, heâs BIG, making it fit, p sIapping, p talking, mean Toji, tummy buIges, Toji with nĂppIe pĂercings, heat-inducing, first times (for you), vĂrginĂty Ioss, ROUGH s, tail-pulling, running from it, dĂşmbifĂcation, BRĂEDING, matĂng presses, Iactation, drinking it, creampĂes, cĂşmpIay, implied marathon, slight exhĂbitionĂsm, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 12.8k
A/N. ALRIGHT ALRIIIIIIIGHT- inspired by this tiktok by the gorgeous @/v4mpyrf4e (an absolute sweetheart, tysm for letting me write this) and to all the babygirls who summoned me there <33
âAnother bull hybrid?â Shiu growls into his phone, listening to the conversation crackling from the other end of the line. âA Japanese Shorthorn at that?â
Those things were hugeâŚ
With a hand on his hip, he casts a thoughtful look out into the horizon. The beaming, bustling, sun-baked farm; amongst the tufts of grass, Shiuâs hybrids grazed, occasionally flicking their ears in the direction of the conversation. All but one of them.Â
In the shade of the overlarge crimson barn, he could spot you dozing away in the shadeâone of his proudest purebred cows.Â
âNo- no, I hear you.â He listens to farmer Kusakabeâs begging, âItâs not a space issue, itâs justâŚâ Shiu hesitates, throwing yet another glance your way. Still dazed. Still exhausted. âItâs just that one of my cow hybrids- yes, her- fine, my favorite, just finished her heat. And I was worried that introducing a new bull wouldâŚâ
A few more pleas.Â
Until, ultimately, the farmer sighs.Â
âFineâŚsend this Toji over then.â
âOh, thank fuck! You have no idea how much I appreciate it, man.â Kusakabe bellows in celebration, and Shiuâs forced to lean his head away from the speaker if ever he valued his ear drums.
Atsuya Kusakabe was a farmer specializing in hybrids just like Shiu was, though his friend had taken it a step further and raised only bulls on his farm. Though he really did reconsider this friendship when the other was trying to pawn off one of his biggest bulls on him for a few days.
In his bemused wonderment at his friend, Shiu almost doesnât register the soft nudge of something against his open palm. Something warm, something silky. He snaps his head down- and a sudden smile spreads across his face as he realizes just who it was.
Youâd wandered off from your cosy lilâ corner, and cuddled up to him leisurely.Â
âHey there, girlie.â Shiu whispers, reaching his fingers up to scratch behind your ecstatic ears. You werenât quite the social hybrid, even amongst your own kind. Always frolicking by yourself when let out to graze, always straying behind the group after milking.Â
Shiu couldnât even tease enough out of you (not even half a bucket!) when compared to the rest of the cows here. But the thing is, you seemed perfectly content with your few close attachments on the farm, your few friends, your rejection of many bulls (and trust that the attempts to woo were many). And whether that was because youâd grown too attached to him, whether that was just the way you were - he didnât exactly mind.
He knew he shouldnât have favorites, and yetâŚhere you were.
âFeeling all better?â Heâs asking, and youâre nodding languidly. Still tired, then. This seasonâs heat had been as powerful as ever - out of all his hybrids, it was safe to say that you had one of the strongest.
The neediest.
The sultriest.
Which wouldnât even have been notable if youâd just let another bull hybrid mount you through them to ease the urges, perhaps even result in a cute lilâ calf for his farm- but that was exactly the problem.Â
You didnât.
Shiu couldnât even count on two hands how many times heâd tried to pair you off with one of his bulls - and each time had ended in a disaster. Either youâd barricaded yourself in another part of your barn room, or youâd claw your way outside altogether. Each and every time, Shiu would check on you in the middle of your heats to find that you were in the throes of your desires, fiddling with nothing but the toys heâd gifted you, and his sullen bulls would be pouting nâ pushed off to one side. Useless, really.
No matter how needy you were, you just wouldnât take to them. And it wasnât that they were particularly weak, or unattractive - there was Ino who youâd just ended up chatting through your heat with, Kashimo and Ijichi who youâd both kicked out, Takaba who you didnât even look at, Naoya who youâŚ
Yeah, he didnât want to think about the beaten-up state youâd left Naoya in. It made him laugh.
He wondered who the problem was - those bulls that couldnât woo you properly, or you who couldnât be wooed.
He blamed the bulls.
And heâs patting the top of your head tenderly, carefully avoiding the slight protrusions of your horns that were oh-so-sensitive. Mutterly absent-mindedly, âItâs alright, itâs alright. Trust that weâll find you a proper mate next year, girlie.â
You can only nod unsurely, gesturing at his phone. âSomeoneâs talking, Shiu.â
âHuh? Oh someoneâs-â Oh, right, he was in the middle of his call still. Heâd almost forgotten. Shiu tunes into the latest of Kusakabeâs spiel, and it didnât seem like heâd missed out on anything too importantâ
â-had no idea what I was going to do for the few days Iâd be in Tokyo for the Hybrid Farms Convention, Iâll pick him up right on my way back from there.â
âMhm, sounds good.â He rattles off.
âYou can keep him anywhere you like, to be honest. He doesnât have any specific requirements, heâs just as sturdy as he is massive- hah! Though, I do give Toji a separate room of his own from the othersâŚjust in case.â
âMhmmm.â
âMy apprentices will be taking care of it while heâs gone, all ready for that big boy to be back.â
âMhmmm.â Shiu lightly furrows his browsâif he has apprentices, and he has other bulls heâs leaving behind, then why did he need to leave Toji in particular with Shiu again? Oh, whateverâŚ
âAnd you remember what I said earlier, right?â
Well, he wasnât really listening butâŚâMhm-â
âYou have to keep an eye on Toji while heâs in rut.â
âMh-â Shiuâs eyes bug out of his scalp, his knees grow a little weak, and he damn near drops his phone- oh, too late. Heâs already dropped his phone down into the green grass below, startling you in the process. âWhile heâs in what?â
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Name: Toji Fushiguro
Age: 30âs (approx.)
Hybrid type: Bos taurus
Height: 6â2+
Weight class: 1600kg - 1800kg.
Other notes: Subject has a sleek black coat, high intelligence, and a somewhat temperamental demeanour. He will insult you if it comes to infringing upon his freedom. Does not care for medical exams. Continuous horn growth that shows evidence of strong fighting capabilities, fatal power, and weapon-like appendages. It should be noted that the subject is of a larger size even amongst Bos taurus (in particular, the Nambu shorthorn bulls) and needs larger spaces of leisure than most. Take care to handle, needs multiple handlers.
Shiuâs face only grows pale as he reads down the medical sheet, quickly flicking his eyes to the very end so that he might be able to spare himself some of the torture.
-particularly powerful ruts with the urge to breed. According to the handler, it is noted that the subject has not spent a rut in the presence of a mate.
Even paler.
To emphasize, he is unmated.
And paler.
And currently nearing his rut.
For the second time in the past 24 hours (which isnât many times, but itâs strange that itâs happened twice) Shiuâs fingers drop whatever he was holding in shock. Diligently, youâre right beside the farmer to pick up the piece of paper and hand it to him - giggling when he drops it for a third time.
Though, it was by sheer miracle that he doesnât just faint right then and there.
Ohâhe catches a glimpse of Kusakabeâs large white cattle trailer backing up into his hybrid pen and can feel himself teetering already. Thankfully, you were right there to nudge your head against his frame in support, slightly worried for the human man.
Because not only was Toji said to be nearing his merciless rut, but according to the medical sheet that his friend (âfriendâ hah!) had handed to him, he was unmated?
Makes sense, Kusakabeâs farm specialized in bulls.
But perhaps if Toji had a mate then the cow hybrids of this farm would be safe- he casts a sidelong look your way. Perhaps you - with your still-sweetened pheromones, and your even sweeter demeanour - would be safe.
âN-nothing-â The farmer places a hand on your head and pats, faintly. âNothing at all, donât you worry about a thing, girlie.â
Ah, wellâŚShiu thinks to himself, watching as the truck finally finishes reversing, and Kusakabe (that bastard!) slides out of the driverâs seat to open up the towering steel door in the back. It looked so massive compared to the admittedly above-average man, and that only made Shiuâs tension increase twofold at what may be lurking behind those metal gates.
Ones that seem to burst open with a roaring screeeechâ
âOh, shit.â His mouth was desert-dry, his grip unyielding on you whoâd been angling your head to get a better look. âOh, shit.â
Because Toji Fushiguro was massive.
Dominating.
So many thousands of kilograms of a hybrid that sauntered smugly out of the trailer, as if he owned it. As if he owned this entire farm and everyone in it.Â
The rest of the hybrids were drawn in by the commotion, turning their curious eyes towards the refined horns that gleamed as they entered the light. Towards the thundering ground. The powerful flank. The polished coat. The single golden ring âround his nostrils.
And you had to admit that you didnât expect him to be soâŚhandsome.
All ruggedly scarred lips from his tussles, and a face that seemed to be carved by the heavens above. You let your widened peripherals glide down the smooth skin of his front; all broad shoulders, prominent pecs, the cutest golden hoops pierced through his pink nipples, and abs for days. He shakes his shaggy black bangs out of his gaze.Â
Those smug verdant eyes that take one look your way - the way that Shiu had his possessive hold on you - and narrow.Â
Kusakabe startles as his prized bull hybrid suddenly stops in his tracks, his grip on his leash slightly faltering. And it seems that everyone within the pen holds their breath as a low huff of gruff displeasure leaves Toji, scorching hot fury reaching where you were.
Jaw clenching.
Eyes flashing.
He lowers his horned head as if he was about to-
âAh ah-â Kusakabeâs the one to break through the charged tension on the farm with his command. He tugs on Tojiâs firm leash, though, as a farmer, Shiu thinks he could see the slight waver in his movements.
Tojiâs rumbling in refusal, tugging against the restraints. And Kusakabeâs nearly thrown off his feet- before heâs holding onto the side of the truck for balance, pulling the bull hybrid away from where his sights were set. âEasy, boy, easy.â Heâs looking at you two with an apologetic smile, âSorry, heâs just a bit excited with the ru-â
âAhem ahem ahem-â Shiu suddenly coughs, cutting off the other man. âBetter get him settled inside his enclosure, Kusakabe. Donât want any more trouble nowâŚâ
âAh- right, right.â
And with a slight swat at Tojiâs flank, heâs fighting against the hybrid to guide him towards that lilâ enclosure made specifically for him. Shiu had taken care to section it off from the rest of the pen where the cows were, with hardy wooden tree trunks that composed the fences. And not one, but two padlocks that Kusakabe seems relieved to lock once heâs managed to get him inside.
Hands slightly shaking where Toji breathes hotly down his neck, black tail flicking in irritation.
âCalm down, calm down.â The farmer wasnât sure whether he was telling it to Toji or himself- finally finishing off with the locks and looking up at him. âNow- you be a good boy, alright. Donât give Shiu any trouble, donât fight too hard with the other bulls- no use in telling you not to fight, I know you wonât listen to that anyway, and no matter what-â
Toji raises an unimpressed brow as Kusakabe raises a directing finger.
â-no going overboard with your rut.â
âAnd what exactly does âoverboardâ mean?â Shiu wearily nears the special pen, arms carefully lifted off of you and wrapped around his own body in comfort.
Kusakabe beams, âNo idea! Weâve never had him near cows before!â
Shiu felt like hitting him.
âWell, she just got off her heat-â At the way that Tojiâs nostrils flare, his grin widens, Shiu almost regrets saying that with a gesture towards you. Oh? He blocks the bullâs greedy line of sight towards you, and grumbles. â-so no funny business.â
Toji scoffs.
âUse your words, Toji.â Kusakabe pleads, âNo need to be like that.â
And he takes a second to pause. To consider. To seemingly mull over his words before- âEat my ass-â
âToji-â
âThatâs it-â Shiu spits, not waiting for either man nor hybrid to finish before heâs stomping off to where you were watching the commotion from (as was the rest of the farm, but it seems like this hulking intruder had eyes only for you).Â
And with his hand placed gently where your flower-patterned collar was, Shiu leads you away from the herd. Away from the pen. Away from Toji, towards the barn where your room was. âThatâs it- for the time that that bull is here, he wonât be seeing a single glimpse of you, thatâs for sure.â
âBut why?â You whine, your head tugging backwards. And Shiu could almost balk at the way that you - you - were half-heartedly resisting his grip, trying to look back at Toji. âWhy canât I-â
âBecause.â
And that was that, you were isolated inside the barn, and Toji was padlocked away in his pen. Far, far away from you for the time that heâd be staying there.
And as Kusakabe waves his exit from his farm, promising to be back in a few days, Shiu makes sure to get a good punch in (all in good friendship, of course). Because Shiu Kong was calm. Shiu Kong was composed. Shiu Kong could survive just a few days with an in-rut bull hybrid infiltrating his farm.
âAnd how long until youâre back again?â
âThree- ouch, three days. You have a good right hook, man.â
After all, it was exactly that - just a few days.
Whatâs the worst that could happen?
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The first day.
Toji could see you.
Through the slightest crack in those barn doors, just the tips of your ears peaking out as you glimpse at him. It turns out that just Shiuâs command couldnât hold you, and you staggered your way up to the barn doors whenever that damned farmer of yours wasnât around to see. Watching. Waiting.
Taking in the sight of him.
And it wasnât that Toji wasnât used to stares - he was a prized bull hybrid, larger than most. So it was quite the given that heâd gather stares from competition, from unmated cows, hell, even from farmers who would like their chance at raising human-hybrid offspring. And so it wasnât exactly newâŚ
But just this way you were looking at himâŚit made him shiver.
Those pretty doe-eyes held up a curious, somewhat fearful, admiration. A slight arousal dampening between your legs that his honed senses could smell from even hereâ
Toji swears something in him had snapped the very split-second that heâd arrived here.
That heâd first locked eyes with you.
That heâd first sniffed at the remaining sweetness of your heat. Your sex.
Every sense in him right now (even the rational ones) were screaming at him to break out of this enclosure and waltz right up to you, break through those barn doors if he had to. He wanted to smell your pheromones. To hold you. To stuff his hot, throbbing cock between your legs and watch as you struggle to take it all.
He wanted to breed you.
And - multiple times - Toji found himself barging against the locked doors of his pen. Whispering your sweet, sweet name underneath his breath (learned from some of the other hybrids that watched him), ramming his horns against the wooden walls.
He was in rut.
Badly.
Badly, badly, badly.
The sheer intensity of it was more than anything else heâd ever felt- fuck, not even his first rut had felt this strong. It wasnât that he was unmated. It wasnât that he was in an unfamiliar place. It was just you, you, you.
Taking the wind out of his lungs. Making his length ache heavily between his strong legs. Wafting his intoxicating scent - something spicily sweet, with a peculiar tang in it that made you drunk on it like liquor, like mulled wine - all the way to where you were watching from the barn doors.
Youâre sagging heavily against its wooden frame to take it in, sighing at the murky pheromones that seemed to cloud the entire farm-
âOi, girlie!âÂ
And through it all, that damned Shiu had made sure to cockblock him.
Even now, here came his annoying, grating tone. Heâd kept a close eye on Toji ever since Kusakabe had left in his truck, rarely straying too far from the hybrid pen. He was always butting in, always breaking the stare-down between you two.
With one hand on his hip, the farmer watches as you startle at his voice. Suddenly hurrying to stumble back inside the barn where you came from.
And it wouldâve almost been cute had it not been a result of you breaking one of his direct rules: do not interact with the bull in rut. But the thing is, youâd never seen a bull like himâand he was in rut? OhâŚ
Shiu barks out, âWhereâd you think you were going, huh? Yeah- thatâs right, inside.â And with you gone, Shiu would glare up at Toji. Toji wasnât shy to glare right back.
âProblem?â He smiles.
âYeah-â The farmer had crinkled his nose- and pointed at the way that Toji had been impatiently pushing against the enclosing walls, trying to break out, trying to get to you. He spits out distastefully, â-that. Donât think youâre getting anywhere near her, got it?â
âNot at all.â
That night, Shiu had sent for a few more locks to be delivered from the hardware store downtown (he wasnât even sure that they did delivery, but heâd coax them into if it meant not taking his eyes off of you). Multiple. Heâd fixed them onto the gates of Tojiâs pen, âThis should keep you out.â Shiu had declared, jangling the metallic additions with one hand. âNot even the finest bulls in the world would be able to break through these. Hah! Take that.â
âFuck off.â
Heâd charged at the other man, but alas, the gates stayed steadfast.
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The second day.
Toji had murmured your name like a mantra all night.
All night.
Again and again and again-
âHe really doesnât seem so bad, Shiu.â Youâd tried to whine to the farmer, when heâd come back into the barn after fixing a few more locks - the count was reaching upwards of ten by now - on the gates of the bullâs enclosure.
But Shiu had only waved off your pleading noises, âNow, donât give me that look. I heard the way he was ramming against those gates last night, I heard his bellows.â Needless to say, you had, tooâŚâAnd I just donât think itâs safe for you to be out when such a bull is in rut, girlie. Not unless you wanted to be mated- hah!â
WellâŚ
You pushed your quivering thighs together. Youâd hate to admit that in the privacy of your room last night, listening to Toji grow so desperate, listening to him say your name like thatâŚyouâd actually reached for your heat toys about once or twice.
Youâd never felt this way about a bull before- hell, youâd never felt this way about anyone before.
And it was such a strange sensation to be glidinâ up the buzzinâ tip of your vibrator to your clit, massaging that sweet lilâ nub without the carnal pangs of your heat. Just the carnal pangs ofâŚpure need-
âBesides.â Shiuâs cutting through your lecherous memory, and you hope the evidence of your lewd acts donât show on your face. He gently pats at your head, the way heâs done so many times before. âYou donât need to be mounted by such a big, bad bull. My poor girl.â
âI donât?â You mutter to yourself.
And Shiu doesnât seem to catch on, âAfter all, itâs not like youâre in heat.â
NoâŚyou suppose not.
But you canât help but raise your face into the saturated atmosphere, seemingly so balmy and languid ever since Toji stepped foot onto the farm. And there, you can smell the most addictive scent- fuck, something that just made your core twitch with need.
âFeeling alright, my girl?â Shiu looks on at the way you shiver, and whatever he sees there makes him lead you back to your place within the barn. âHm, maybe you should get some rest- itâs probably that bullâs pheromones messing you up.â
âM-messing me up?â Youâre asking, your entire body feeling set alight. Though, you didnât feel the slightest bit messed up.
âMhm- since youâre unmated, just coming off an unsuccessful heat. But itâs alright-â Shiu reassures, starting to shut your door, and thereâs a meaningful look in his eyes. âWe can try again next year, I have a few other bulls in mind that you might like to mate with. And he wonât be getting anywhere near you until then.â
âHe wonâtâŚâ
Shiu continues, âBesides, Kusakabe will be picking him up tomorrow, so you have absolutely nothing to worry about.â
You donât say anything, but you know that you arenât worried. Not even the slightest bit.
In factâŚyour body wished heâd be here even longer.
But ah- if he was just going to be taken away tomorrow, then what was the use in wanting? As your wooden door slams shut, youâre realizing that you just might never see him again.
And, outside, Toji only rams against the pen fence even harder.
He wanted you.
He wanted you.
He wanted you.
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The third (and final) day.
Or is itâŚ
âWhat?â Shiu barks into his phone receiver, so loud that it startles every hybrid grazing in the vicinity. All of them were out, leaving the barnhouse all barren by this point - though Shiu didnât doubt that his voice reached even you inside. And the sheer incredulousness in his tone makes even Toji look over, with a smirk that told the farmer that he was quite enjoying witnessing his distress. But Shiu paid no mind to that.
He couldnât.
Right now, he was much more frazzled by the words that had the utter fuckinâ audacity to sheepishly leave Kusakabeâs mouth on the other end of the line. Almost in a trance, Shiu pinches the bridge of his nose and repeats. âSoâŚyouâre telling meâŚâ Each word tremored with the sheer effort that it took to keep the rage out of them, âThat you want meâŚto comeâŚâ
âAll the way to Tokyo to help me fix up my engine and save me from being stranded? Yes.â Kusakabeâs voice finishes off, âShiu, my oldest friend, my dearest pal, have I ever told you how much I love y-â
âAtsuya Kusakabe I will kill you.â
Toji snorts out in laughter, and Shiu is suddenly reminded that heâd been in the middle of fixing up just one more lock to the bullâs pen when heâd gotten the call. Gate held ajar for now. Padlocks unlocked as he fixed them on.Â
Glaring at the hybrid for the interruption, Shiuâs pinching the pen closed as he grumbles. âAnd you need me - you canât just go to one of the many, many, many mechanics in Tokyo - because why exactly?â
âAww, donât be like that, Shiu!â Kusakabe cries out, âDo you have any idea how expensive Tokyo is? I just bought a cute lilâ pastry before the convention, and it bankrupted me for generations!â
âAnd you donât have any other friends that are closer?â
âMan, if I had any other friends, period, do you think Iâd be calling you?â
Shiu supposed that was a fair enough statement. âBut- but I canât leaveâŚâ He clicks his tongue, âJust get a train then! Leave that pile of junk at some trash site where it belongs-â
âI mean, I couldâŚâ And though Kusakabeâs tone was one of curious innocence, heâd long since learned that nothing ever boded well for him when he used it. He waits with bated breath until the other man continues- â-but that just means Iâll have to leave my truck - including my cattle trailer, which I use to transport my cattle - here. And you know what else that means Iâll have to leave?â
Shiu shivers, âWh-what?â
âToj-â
âIâll be there right now.â
Kusakabe cackles, âTake your tiiime~!â And soon enough, the sharp tone of the call being ended reaches Shiuâs ears.
With one last semi-glare thrown in Tojiâs direction, the farmer is speed-walking to his own truck - all those tools Kusakabe needed still inside from his last fix-up. More like running. More like sprinting to save his friend.
Not because he wanted to save his friend, of course. But because every second that Kusakabe was stuck in Tokyo, was a second even longer that you were stuck with Toji on this farm.
All alone.
And he couldnât have rushed out of here more determined.
More hasty.
More careless-
âWell, would ya look at that.â Tojiâs scarred lips twitch upwards into a grin. And heâs reaching one of his beefy arms out to lightly - just lightly - nudge at the wooden gate of his enclosure. Watching as it swings wiiiiiiide openâcreeeeak! Bearing the rest of the farm to him with welcome arms. âWhat a sweet little gift fâme.â
All those pesky padlocks and ties, carefully added over the last few days, were useless if some silly lilâ farmer ever forgot to lock them.
Toji takes such delight in taking that first step out of his enclosure, broad pecs heaving as he takes in the candied trail of scent left all over by a certain pretty cow hybrid. You.
He then takes a second step, a third, a fourthâ
And he knows exactly where heâs heading to - the barn.
Where you were just settling in for the day, your feverish body settling atop a particularly soft, tangled mass of golden hay. Cuddling in. Youâd heard Shiuâs truck take off, though it would be out-of-character for him to leave so suddenly. You werenât sure what to think, and you were just about to nod off whenâŚ
Creak-creak-creeeeeakâ!
The barn door opens.
Shiu? Fluttering open your eyes, youâre just about to raise your head and ask him what all the yelling and commotion was, when-
Oh.
Oh.
That wasnât the farmer at all.
Tojiâs large, sculptured figure takes up nearly the entire door frame. And even from here you can see his sultry grin, his agitated hips. You can smell his intense drunken pheromonesââRoom for two, sweetcheeks?â
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âIâm- hah, sensitive thereâŚâ Youâre pouting as Toji relentlessly tugs you by your stubby horns towards him. His overlarge hand plastered to the back of your scalp and guided you down between his meaty thighs - not only had he kissed you silly by this point, but the hybrid had you drenched and quivering all over the hay for more.
But firstâŚ
Your watery eyes bulge as you take in the sheer length between Tojiâs legs - inches upon inches, throb after throb, all looooong and rock-hard with need. His erection stood right up to graze his navel with glittery drops of precum.
Decorated with so many puffy veins down his shaft that your cunt twitched just imagining how heâd feel inside of you.
Each one pulsated as Toji drip-drip-dripped in gooey sap down his cock, all ready to pierce your hot sex. Heavy balls tightening with even more, with the urge to breed. And youâd do well to remember that bull hybrids in particular were known for having absolutely massive cocks-
âWhatâcha thinking about, sweet girl?â Toji hums, the point of that nickname proven when he takes a deep, heaving gasp of the pheromone-saturated air.Â
Before you can answer, one of his hands slither down to grip that heavy cock of his. Right âround the fat hilt where he can move his long length to smack! down between your half-parted lips. Using just the globular tip of his cock, heâs smearinâ apart your maw and just glossing over it with his creamy pre. âYouâre not thinking of tapping out already, huh? Youâre notâŚscared are you?â
Thereâs a slight mocking hint in his tone, nevertheless youâre shaking your head fervently.Â
He snickers, âThatâs right. You donât care what that stupid farmer of yours has to say, hm?â And ohâToji has to stop himself from simply stuffing every inch inside your mouth already, instead wetting your lips enough so that he can sliiiiide in. âYouâre not really such a good lilâ hybrid like he says- huh?â
Only for big, bad Toji to rut his cock against your mouth. Shutting you up with his flared tip, you can taste the pure arousal seeping into your mouth.
All warm nâ wet on top of your tastebudsâyouâre drooling around his thick tip before you even know it.
âNo, because youâre a baaaaad girl, arenât ya?â Heâs tutting, swiping away the splatters of saliva that just kept on leaking from the edges of your mouth- and instead, heâs reeling back to replace it with a jetstream of his own spittle. Straight onto the middle of your tastebuds.
With a second hand tugging open your mouth, Toji takes a nice look at that gluey wad sitting on your tongue- before heâs plunging his rude cock right back in between your lips. âBecause youâre- haaaaah, careful, careful, no teeth- because youâre my good girl, arenât ya?â Staring at you with half-lidded green eyes, âAllllll mine.â
âMmmpfââ Youâre muffling out around his raw girth, Toji was just so big that your maw was constantly open in this lecherous âohâ shape.
Gobbling his veiny inches up even deeper and deeper, youâre only growing wetter at the way that his bawling divot scrapes down the roof of your mouth. Swervinâ left and right, and reaching for that cute lilâ dangly thing at the back of your throat-
âEver taken a bullâs cock before?â
Choking at the lodgement in your throat, âN-noââ
âYeah? Thought so. Ever taken anyone before?â
Shaking your head.
âWell then, sheâs taking me so- hah, well.â Tojiâs crooning out from above you, fucking his hips in sloppy half-thrusts inside your mouth. That rough line of his happy trail ends up scratching the tip of your nose, and you find that his intoxicating scent only grows stronger the closer you getâŚâHavenât you had breakfast today, sweetcheeks?â
With tearful eyes, youâre looking up at him in confusion. âMmmângh.â
âAh ah- flick your tongue at my tip if you wanna say ânoââoh, just like that.â And then his mean, scarred lips end up formulating a mocking pout. âSuch a cute tongue, canât believe sheâs gone hungry for so long- ngh.â
âI-â Tears stream down both your cheeks, and youâre panting out through each thrust of his achinâ cock. âFuck, Toji, youâre just so big-â
Other hand pushing on the back of your clammy head, deeper nâ deeper. His superhuman strength was just incredible- âAnd look, sheâs just become so greedy.â As if he wasnât the one tunneling every spot inside your mouth, spotting it with his pre. âDonât you know you donât have to take any more, sweet girl, donât you- ohââ Toji accurately hits the back of your throat, a direct thud! of his globular cockhead. He grins, watching you salivate around his cock- â-oh, fine, if you insistâŚâ
âYouâre- hck!â And the fact of the matter was that he hadnât even fully bottomed-out yet. Criss-crossing your eyes, you spot that you had even more inches to go- âYouâre so ngh-â
âAnd you want me to bruise the back of your- oh, throat, you say?â Tojiâs cutting you off with his mean grunts, smack after smack of his heavy balls.Â
They graze the front of your chin and make you feel such carnal pangs, your cunt grinding back against your heels. âI didnât even- oh.â But too late - his geysering divot was already bruising away back there.Â
Push after push.
Probe after probe.
Until Tojiâs shaft had stirred up every single hidden spot inside of you, and he was swelling up even more like he wanted more, more, moreâ
âToji-â Your nails claw down the pale expanse of Tojiâs thighs, just so plush rippling underneath your touch. âToji I want-â
âOhoooo?â His raven brows raise in amusement, a mean grin spreading across his face. âThe good girl is making demands now, hm?â As you whimper away, heâs thrashinâ at the back of your throat- again and again. âI guess I canât just keep listening to her, huh?â
Her? WhoâŚoh.Â
He was talking about your thoroughly damp pussy, with the sappiest noises leaving you each time youâre pushing back on your heels. Soaked with desire.
And Toji seems amused by your shocked reaction, âHow cuteâŚgo on then, sweetcheeks. Go on. Lemme know what that cute lilâ heart of yours desires.â
Youâre pulling back from his red, glisteninâ tip with a lecherous pwah! âI-I wantâŚâ Youâre sobbing, lashes fluttering in a way that makes- oh, you wonât be mad if he told you he was getting even harder now, would you? â-I want to feel you, Toji.â
To feel him?
To feel him?
His hazy peripherals snap down to see the way you were eyeing his long, long length. And then heâs realizing - oh, you wanted to feel him inside, did you?
InsideâŚfuck.
Your eyes damn near bulge out of your skull at the way that Tojiâs rock-hard length only seemed to grow evenâŚbigger at your words. Flaring up until he was red-hot at the tip, all slicked with a glaze of saliva and pre.
Toji smacks his painfully hard shaft down once more at your maw, âWhat dirty, dirty words- and from such a good girl?â He scoffs.
And just as youâre about to explain yourself, youâre suddenly feeling near whiplash at the way that Toji grabs onto your throat and flips the two of you around. Hoisting. Manhandling. Ending up with his back against the floor, head against the hay, and your naked cunt drivelling right above him.Â
So wet and pretty.
Tojiâs mouth waters at the sight of your damp, glistening hole. And he canât help but immediately reach one hand over to thumb apart your puffy pussylips, pressinâ apart your folds and spitting straight into your hole.
âOr were they words from her, hm?â Tojiâs gruffly snickering, flopping that wide tongue of his out to catch your droplets of slick. âTalking out of that pussy, hah- youâre even dirtier than I thought, sweetcheeks.â
Your thighs ache as they hover, slightly chasing the warmth of his mouth. âMân-not dirty! I just wanted to feel youâŚâ Casting a longing look behind at his throbbing length-
âAs if. And you can have my cock-â You look up hopefully at his answer, how cuteâyou couldnât even properly fit his cock inside your mouth, and now you think you could fit him inside your cunt? â-but first Iâve gotta stretch this dirty girl ouuuuut.â
âBut, I can take- hngh!â
As if. Before you know it, Tojiâs slithering his long, looooong tastebuds inside your cunt with absolutely no warning, no hesitation.
Just the ridged texture of his muscle slithering inside, and youâre quivering at the sheer size of him. And he feels the tightness of your circular innards and grins- âWoahâŚâ Just a single taste of you, and his pheromones are blasting out in pure need. âDonât you know that you hafta stretch âer out first, hm? What- never done this before?â
Gingerly, you shake your head ânoâ.
âOh- reeeeeally.â Just pryinâ aside your folds, you were so fucking wet that that honeyed slick splashes down onto his face like a puddle. Toji rolls his eyes, âI wouldâve never thought.âÂ
You huff nâ puff atop him, âDonât- donât tease, Toji-â
âWhy, mânot teasing..â Heâs spitting on your cunt yet again, letting the dewy excess trickle back down into his throat. âI already know that this pretty pussy hasnât been satisfied like she deserves. I can fucking taste it-â Tunneling back in again. âCan hear it.â The most lecherous slurps echoing in your ears as he does, the bullâs ears flick your way to listen to it. âShe wants only me- heh, wants me to be her first, doesnât she?âÂ
Slurp-slurp-sluuuuurping as heâs rovering his tongue, somehow contracting it and extracting it in a way that massages your velvety walls.
Again and again.
âAll you hafta do is sit there- all pretty, and take it.â Toji croons, and something dark glints within that gaze of his as he catches your lost expression. âWhat? That dear farmer of yours never taught you how to take it like a good girl when yer being eaten out.â
âN-no-â
âThen let me teach youââ Oh, you knew he didnât bode well by the way that he said it. You knew it.Â
And in a split-second, Toji has one hand plastered at your hip, and the other veering upwards to smack! down on your swollen pussy. âAh ah-â As you buck, that hold he has on you grows numbing, and youâre sure heâs leaving nail marks there for weeks. âTojiâs first rule- donât run.â
âI wonâtââ Youâre swallowing your words back just as soon as you say them, because just then- two of his rovering fingertips intrude their way inside your cunt.
Not even waiting for you to get used to him, not even faltering as you squeeeeeeze.
Heâs straightly stuffing two of them inside your snug channel, the bulbous ends of Tojiâs digits digging into each of your hidden spots without even trying. Turning them over. Pushing into every nook nâ cranny nâ crevice over and over- âOh my god-â Bellowing out, your body starts to move back and forth against him - as if it didnât know whether you wanted to bounce down or run away- âToji, Iâve never felt something like this- ngh.â
Only for a loud smack! to ring out against your wet pussylips once again, and for Toji to haul you back onto his mouth with his beefy arm. âWhatâd I say about rule number- hah, one, hm? Silly girl.â
He was stopping you from running from it.
He was looping one of his thick, beefy biceps âround your waist, stopping you from moving away from his open-mouthed kisses. âGood.â Pulling you in so close that his golden nose ring presses frigidly against your clit and makes you flinch. âAtta girl- atta, sweet girl.â Toji smirks against your cunt, once you try squirming your hips and find that you canât move even a single inch. âNow squeeeeeze those pretty legs around, I donât care if I fucking suffocate, use me, sweetness- thatâs the second rule.â
âLike- like this?â You ask, your whiny pitch trembling just as much as your legs were by now. Feebly, they attempt to straddle Tojiâs head properly.Â
To which it almost looks as if the bull hybrid was about to laughââNo.â
Numerous more spanks of his fingertips on your cunt, and soon enough youâre finding yourself completely limb atop him. As he fingers you to tears, rotund fingertips scouring all the way to your cute cervix-
âI mean-â From your hips, his hand is then moving to your thighs. Wrapping around them to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze- until Toji felt light-headed. â-like this.â
âI think mâd-doing it.â Youâre gyrating atop him wildly by now, finding a staccato in time with his thudding! fingers. Not only were they thick, they were just so long too - and they left you feeling dizzy with his vulgar strokes, with his incredible scent. Â
âThird rule, fuck back into me.â He commands, with that specific tone of a bull in rut that made you want to listen to him immediately. Your hamstrings screamed in protest as you continue, âFuck her back into me- harder now, arenât you a cow hybrid? Buck.â
You could barely even believe your ears, âYouâre just so fucking mean- fuck!â
âYeah, yeah, just like that.â
And Tojiâs tongue? Oh, he wasnât just staying still - not at all.
Toji had his tongue wrapped âround your throbbing clit and spanking down with his tastebuds. âAnd the fourth and final rule-â He gurgles through the wettened wads you were seeping out, â-is to get ready.â
Youâre blinking your teary eyes back open, looking down at him in shock. âGet ready for what?â
It takes a few more probinâ thrusts before he can bear to pull away- and that, too, with the loudest smooch! The bull hybridâs pants come out in heaving gusts, scalding air making you quiver at the sensation.
âGet readyâŚâ Toji rattles off, after a few sultry seconds. And oh- you wonder, why was his tone octaves higher? Why did he sound so breathy? Why was there somethingâŚcrazed in the way he said it- â-because you think a bull hybrid in rut would really be this nice, sweetcheeks?â
Jaw dropping, âOh-â
âYou donât know how painful it was to hold myself back-â
And before you know it, your spineâs arching as you struggle to accommodate him- struggling to handle the raw primal pressure of his thick tongue and two- three of his fingers plunging into your hole. Pushing and pushing and pushingâ
Youâve become masterful at rule number three, it seems, as youâre pressing your thighs upon either side of Tojiâs face until he groans.Â
All of his appendages just reaching all the way for the very back of your cuntââOhhh, please-â Your head throws backwards as you feel him fuck you with his tongue like he was trying to ruin your inexperienced pussy. âP-please-â
âOh mâ having a pleasant time alright.â Toji snickers, his heated pants leaving your skin perspired. The mountains of his knuckles were striking your outer pussy so hard now that they were starting to grow red on his skin. âSâfuh-fucking sweet.â Stinging.
Plap! after plap! Youâre moaning as his mouth unhinges undeniably deeper to let even more of his tongueâs inches inside. Stretchinâ out your cute orifice, âGonna hafta stretch her at least twice- haaah- twice as fuck! much if you wanna fit my cock, sweet girl.â
âTwice as muchâŚâ Youâre repeating breathlessly, you couldnât even begin to imagine it. It already felt like Toji was pulling you to your very limits - so even moreâŚ
âRule number five- just made it up, heh.â Toji spits out - literally, a glittering glob of spittle that sticks to your slit. It slides down to your hold and makes it easy for him to thrash his tongue inside like an animal- like he was frenzied by his pheromones, like he couldnât control himself from push-push-pushing.
Not even at a controlled cadence- Toji couldnât stop himself from squishing your sweetest spots at the very back of your cunt. In almost no time, heâs finding that cute lilâ heart-shaped g-spot of yours - and Tojiâs fingertips and tongue were fighting over which one gets to press on it the most.
Again and again until youâre in actual tears- âRule number five is- ngh, you have to take it.â Holding you to him, until your cunt folds were plastered against his puffy lips. âTake it all like my good girl if you wanna finally take my cock.â
âPlease-â Being pummelled away to the maximum, itâs all you can say like a constant mantra. âPlease please- ngh! Please-â
âThatâs all that dirty mouth can say now?â Toji tuts, âTch- what happened to wanting me inside? Wanting my cock? Wanting to be fucked like the slut you secretly are?â
Primal swabs, again and again.
Twofold.
After each word, Tojiâs tongue sizzles against your tender pussy - lips glued so deeply against your folds, that you can feel him lappinâ away every ounce of your slickness.
It drips slightly down his chin, and leaves your cunt slipping on top of Tojiâs handsome face. You grab onto his large horns with a yelp- âOh! Fuck, Toji- did I really say that?â
âOf course you did- hah, gallop, sweethearts.â With yet another spank, he rovers his face even deeper between your trembly legs. Nose-deep. Skin-deep. So deep, in fact, that the veins on Tojiâs sculptured neck pop out.
Youâre unsteadily bucking against him on instinct, and that leaves the man groaning. âJust like that.â Swallowing up every inch of your outer cunt, youâre being pierced by the relentless ministrations of his tongue again and againââYou asked to be fucked like a slut- hngh, and thatâs exactly what mâgiving you. Arenât I just the beeest mating partner, sweetcheeks?â
âBut I didnât-â Youâre babbling out, drunk on the vicious scrape-scrape-scrape of his intrusions. His fingers pushed just as your g-spot, and you could feel him glissading down even deeper. Deeper. Deeper. â-I didnât say thatââ
âOh, didnât you?â Heâs hazily looking up from between your legs - there was something bleary in his eyes, something gone. âI think I remember-â
âWell I donât-â As youâre raising your voice, you canât believe it- Tojiâs powerful tail wraps around your thighs and drags you back down.
He rumbles, âRule number oneâŚâ In warning.
And itâs only with a few more thuds! that Tojiâs pretending to remember just what youâre whininâ away about, his dark brows shooting up to his bangs. And you can feel your treacly cunt quiver with the vibrations of his laughter, âBut ah- I remember now.â His eyes crinkle into slits of amusement, eating you out until his nose ring slicks with your syrup. Just the notion is enough to leave his pheromones heightening, âI believe you saidâŚâyou wanted to feel meâ.â
Mouth dropping in recognition, âOh- I did.â
âAnd what did you mean by that, hm?â Toji speaks through the ringing slurps, zap after zap of pleasure. âYouâre already feeling me here-â Pokinâ at your g-spot, âAnd here-â His tongue snakes out to suck on your clit once more.Â
âI just meant I wanted to feel you- hck!â
His sweaty brows furrow, âBut yer already feeling me-â
âNo- more like I wanted to feel your-â Youâve never spoken words like this before, not even in the throes of your worst heats. You glance back at his twitching erection, â-there.â
âMy where?â
âYour- your cock, Toji!â Youâre wailing out, your legs feeling numb at the way he strikes your sweetest bundle of nerves. âI wanna feel your thick, looooong cock- please.â
Oh, you really were such a dirty girl. Heâs gnawing down on that nub of your clit, âAnd where do you wanna feel my thick- looooong- cock, hm?â
Youâre stammering, mouth growing less in-your-control the longer heâs making a mess of your poor pussy. âInside-â
âInside where?â
âInside my cunt-â And youâre shocked you manage that out without stumbling over your words, gryatinâ back into his open maw with sly figure eights. But even that wasnât enoughâ
Toji rolls his eyes, such a mess. Such a shattered mess. Just pushing and tasting and lavishing his tongue all over- âSay it again-â When youâre repeating your sultry words, âMore- dirtier. Be good fâme, girl, say it again-â
âI want your cock inside my cunt, Toji.â Youâre whimpering out, youâre shaking. Feeling the inexperience bubble within each of your veins, because the hybrid was just having so much fun corrupting you. âI want it inside- want you to fuck me with that cock so badly-â
âAtta girl.â
Forcing you to say those lecherous words, forcing you to cumâ
âOh my god-â With your back arched, youâre throwing your body into the wave of pleasure that suddenly bursts inside your body. âC-cumming- Iâm cumming, Toji-â
âAnd itâs all because of me.â Heâs smugly saying, perfectly puncturing at your g-spot with his constant pushes.Â
Because of Tojiâs rut, his senses were so honed that he could mark each peak of your high- the explosion of bliss that he pinpointed with his fingers, with the slashes of his tongue. âHeh- me.â With a wet chuckle, Tojiâs tongue was going to lick up every inch of your pussy like he was frenzied. Couldnât get enough. Lap after lap. âMe me me me-â He sucks on your clit, letting his canines nibble lightly on them, and it lets out the most lewd sluuuuurp. â-and look- sheâs thanking me.â
âFuck! Never felt something so good-â Whining out, youâre bouncing your back into each of his hits. â-might be the best orgasm Iâve ever had- hck!â
âSâa pleasure, sweet girl.â
By the time the best of your high bates, Toji still hasnât let up between those syrupy legs of yours. When heâs licked up every droplet of sap youâre letting out, heâs moving over to lick at the sheen of slick glued to your thighs.Â
Again and again.
Until youâre all the way overstimulated, and tears start to drip as if from a faucet. âI th-think mâdone, Toji.â As if he already didnât know - youâre pushing at his clammy head. âMy orgasmâs over, I wanna try taking your cock now-â
âAnd youâre sure?â
He wasnât asking to be nice. He was asking to make you turn your head and balk at the way his impossible size had only seemed to grow even bigger. Your lips wobbling, âY-yes.â
âOho?â Dark brows raising, he stops his ministrations and moves both hands to now grip at your waist. âWell, you did tell me to put my âthick, looooong cock inside of your cuntâ-â
âSo shut up and do it.â Huffing in embarrassment, you pound at his muscular chest - and he could barely even feel it, like kitten kisses on his bulky body. Itâs enough for Tojiâs cock to jolt with need, and for his attractive face to break out into a grin.
âAtta girl.â
And with that final compliment, Tojiâs making to grab onto your waist and lift you off of his faceâwith the loudest smooch! Itâs ringing out like the prettiest melody in both your eardrums, and Toji just barely manages to disconnect himself with your sweet pussy.
Just barely breaks his lips from your tender folds, all slickly glossed.
Just barely wrenches you off with ease, and takes one nice look at your hole - when youâre realizing that Toji Fushiguro suddenly stops. His nostrils suddenly flare. He suddenly stutters-
âO-oh, sweet girl. I donât think you even realize-â Toji gawks up at your cunt. And youâre feeling somewhat shy when he filthily leans his features in and takes a good, long sniff at your cunt. As youâre looking up at him in confusion, â-youâre in heat.â
âIn heat?â He sets you down near his rugged v-line, and youâre animalistically grinding your cunt down on his thickened length. You look up at him for answers, âWhat do you mean? Shiu said Iâve already finished my heat-â
âFuck what Shiu says, silly girl.â Lightly spanking your pussy, Toji rolls his sage eyes. His pupils were all blown-out and bleary with lust, only darkening the more he takes in your buttery pheromones.Â
Oh, you smelled like the sweetest freshly-whipped cream - and that only made his mouth water as much as his swollen cock was. Drenching the cute innards of your thighs nâ your pussy mound with his sap, he grins. âI can smell it.â He parts his scarred lips, a thin line of saliva trickling down one side. âI can fucking- taste it-â
âOhââ Youâre gyratinâ back against his plummy cock tip, oh-so-lewdly. And you take another sniff of yourself, reaching up to feel that your scent glands have swollen up. âI g-guess youâre right-â
âSugar, I am right.â
Before you know it, the worldâs a blur around you- and suddenly you find your back against the soft hay. Your head being cushioned by one of Tojiâs rugged palms, Tojiâs large body hovering over you. Pressing you down-
âAnd this pretty pussyâs tellinâ me that this is yer first heat with a bull, hm?â Sliding his thumb between your glossy crevice, he listens for the squelches. âAwww, how cuteâso mâyour first, sweet girl?â
âYes- yes.â And when he places his fleshy cock between your legs, at that sweet spot where you wanted him the most, you canât help but realize that oh- heâd been stretching you out for so long for a good reason.
Because Tojiâs hybrid cock looked absolutely ginormous between your legs, especially with the way heâd thickened up in size while eating you out. His cockhead was as red as a huge strawberry, and multiple times bigger. Bull hybrids, famed for the shaft length - now slipping nâ sliding between your pussylips.
Just kissing at your geysering orifice- âOh- fuck.â
âAnd you know having you on top would be the easiest for herâŚâ That said, heâs swatting his rough fingertips down on the nub of your clit. Heâs spitting. He growls, and itâs enough to send shivers down your spine- âBut mâstill gonna have her in a mating press.â Throwing your legs over his shoulders, folding you damn in half. âBecause you also forget one- fuck-â Just feeling you clench around nothing, enough to make him reach up and grab at a wooden beam. â-thing, sweetness.â
âAnd whatâs that, Toji?â
âIâm in-â Hard enough that the wooden beam breaksââ-rut.â
Fourth rule, remember?
Because you didnât think that heâd go this easy on you when heâs in fuckinâ rut, did you? You didnât think that he was going to fuck you nicely, did you? You didnât think that he wasnât going to act like a damn animal, did you?
In a sudden motion, Tojiâs plugging your hole up with his thick cockhead- and shoving it deep into your deepest insides. Long. Hard.
Youâre yelping, nails finding purchase on his deltoids and clawing on for dear life because- âA virgin, are ya?â He tuts, âDonât think mâgonna go easy on ya.â
âOh my goodness-â Thighs curling around his toned waist, hips attempting to buck away. âHoly fuck-â
âEasy, easy.â It was just so cute the way you were struggling - especially when you were talking so big about wanting him. âBreathe in, girl- there ya go.â Youâre following as he instructs, âBreathe in. Breathe out. Breathe inââ And suddenly thereâs a sodden spank at your pussy, â-you, too, pretty pussy.â
Something that catches you off-guard, and makes you swallow him up an inch deeper. Your eyes rolling all the way to the back of your skull, âFuck fuck fuck fuck- Iâve never felt like this. Youâre so big- hold on, Toji, youâre so-â
âHold on?âÂ
âWhat-â
âHold on?â
Heâs then spitting out into your open mouth, and slapping your pussy so hard that youâre seeing stars. Instantly, youâre set on edge by the way that his rugged cock suddenly slams- âYouâre telling me to h-hold on?â
And was that a stutter in his sentence?
A laugh?
Toji Fushiguro sounded like he was fucking losing it by merely hearing your whining questions- âYou seriously want me toâŚâ Clawing down in front of your body, one of his rude hands press down on your stomach as heâs sinking iiiiiiin. It makes you feel every ridge nâ vein, every inch, every bit of his thick shaft intruding in. â-hold on?â
âItâs just- I just didnât think youâd be so big-â He was barely even halfway in and you could already feel Toji at your throat, gushing out sticky wads of slick. With your feet planted on the hay-littered ground, youâre trying to arch your back nearly away fromâ
âOi- who said you could tap out?â Before you know it, Tojiâs hand lifts from your thigh to grab onto your tail - one pulling you in by the tail, his right hand still feeling for that tummy bulge he was fucking into you.
You canât get away by the way heâs manhandling you back down into his hips, skidding straight across the barnyard floor. âTch- ya need ta be herded or what, silly girl?â Grazing his dark happy trail against your front, the curly tufts of it scratch your clit. âCome back tâme- rule number one, remember?â
âFuck-â Throwing your head back in tears, your legs were limp from the sheer pressure being put on your lower half. â-I can feel you reaching in so deep-â
âAnd you wanted me to hold on?â
He was never going to let that go - he was never going to give you even the slightest second to get used to his incredible length.Â
Palm pressing down on the cylindrical outline makinâ itself known on your tummy - just that big. Pelvis moving in a rapid, urgent half-thrusts-
Toji isnât even waiting for your cunt to take it all, his red cockhead probinâ just inwards. Inwards and inwards and inwards. He can feel the tight resistance of your pussy, your sweet body unable to take him whole right now- and it only makes him groan.
With his head thrown back, heâs letting go of your tail to smear apart your pussylips. âMâin fucking rut and you wanted me to hold on-â Heâs hissing, pushing your snug folds so far apart that you have no choice but to take his hammers. âBeen teasing me with that s-sweet scent ever since I fucking got here and you want me to hold on-â Pulling you to him. Dragging you to him.
Toji breaks every single second that heâs not fully sheathed inside of you, and heâs just pummeling his hips deeper- âHold on, hold on, hold on.â After each mention of his mantra, heâs rutting in. âYou want me to h-hold on and-â Harder. â-and you know what-â Deeper. â-I want to do, sweet girl?â
âWhat-â Youâre gasping out through your tears, sticking to both of your cheeks by now. âWhat do you want, Toji?â
âI want to- fuck! Well, first I want to fucking fit-â Heâs whispering underneath his breath, darkened eyes narrowed as he takes it in. âFit- fit- fit-â Before you know it, heâs spitting down once more on your cunt and shoving his cockhead inside. â-fucking fit-â
Blinking away the tears in your eyes, âAnd- hah, and what else did you want?â By the heightening of his pheromones, you already knew that it was something about to ruin you.
âI wantâŚâ He was teasing you now, just lightly grazinâ that blushing hot tip against the roof of your cunt. You could feel him filling up every sneaky orifice, and Toji was fucking you like heâd just gone feral- âI want to-â
âOh, fuck!â
With a final, lewd thrust- Toji Fushiguro bottoms out.
â-breed ya, sugar.â
And he meant it. The massive bull hybrid was drilling into you like a madman- his cattle nose ring clanging with each rut. âIâve been wanting to breed you since the moment I stepped foot here.â Toji growls, the red crown of his shaft directly heading towards your cervix now. Bruising. âI want to fuck- fuck you through every day of your heat- my rut.â And he was emptying out such long strings of precum into your womb, âTry to get you pregnant every single day of my rut.â
âYouâre going to get meâŚâ Your pupils are swirlinâ in comical circles within the whites of your eyes, and just the mere notion makes your tastebuds sizzle with saliva. You hadnât spent your heat properly with a bull- let alone found yourself mated by one.
Bred by one.
âFucking pregnant.â Toji finishes off with a snicker, pushing against that cute lilâ tummy bulge that he was pounding into you.Â
âOh, please-â Youâre throwing your head back with a mewl, âBut Iâve never been m-mated to anyone before. Are we sure itâs going to take, Toji-â
âIâll make it take.â
His jackhammers were so hard by this point, enough so that your sap splatters out of you in puddles. It glistens right down the inner parts of your thighs, and Toji swipes his thumb down from your pussy to glaze it in the syrup. To reach up to his scarred maw and suck on it.
And when he feels your spit-slicked lips start to wobble out more concerns, heâs pushing that very thumb between your own lips.
âShut it, silly girl. Ya really think that when I hah- when I fuck you like thisâin this mating press.â As if on cue, his manhandling strength seems to be folding you even deeper in half. âWith this pretty pussy-â Dragging out a few more slurps with his thrusts, â-and my rut- youâre not gonna be walking outta this barn stupidly pregnant?â
âI-I donât-â
âSilly, silly girl.â Itâs a rude thwack! of his curvaceous ball sack after each slam, and you can feel your body grow more restless after each of his spat-out words. So mean. âSilly lilâ hybrid thinks sheâs gonna make it outta here- hah, without bearing my calves.â
Youâre shivering, your body so limply fucked by this point- that Tojiâs tail has to wrap around one of your thighs. Holding you up. Interlocking your ankles around his neck with that silky tail- âWell, since mâinexperienced-â
âAnd mâgonna give you the experience of yer life- heh, I already am.âÂ
He was - he really was. Just making you see stars every time Tojiâs overlarge, plump cockhead dug into your g-spot. Somehow heâd managed to map the insides of your walls, and each thrust grazed his length against your sweet bundle of nerves.Â
Probing and probing a bruise exactly the size of his round circumference- âMâgonna corrupt you, sweet lilâ thing.â A sleazy smile spreads across Tojiâs handsome, perspired face. âMâgonna fill you up with so much of my cum that- hah, theyâre gonna be milkinâ it out of you for months afterwards, sweet girl.â
âFuck, Iâd like that-â
âOh yeah?â
âIâd like that s-shoooo much, Toji.âÂ
âBet youâd like it even more after I fill you up with my calves, hm?â He titters, pheromones slowly growing saturated enough to mingle with your own. âAfter I fuck this pretty pussy pregnant ânough times that she remembers how it feels when I fill you up? After I breed you until we can- hah, fill this whole damn farm with them? After I make a momma out of you and no other bull can ever even think of touching you-â
You squeal, âYes- yes yes yes yes-â
His tail tightens around your ankles, horns charging as if he was only growing more nâ more excited. Throbbing with more need. âAnd you better fuckinâ know that these are promises, sweetness. That no fucking farmer can ever break.â Toji stares you deep in your heart-shaped eyes as he says, âI will get you pregnant.â
âOh, Iâd fucking hope so.â You glide your hands down your front, âI wanna feel you right h-here, Toji.â Down where your womb was.
FuckâŚyou were dangerous for a bull in heat.
And his entire body feels feverish with need, the burning sensation of his rut overtaking Toji completely.Â
As his hips only grow sloppier, youâre grazing your sweaty palms further down his body. Starting from his shoulders, before ultimately you end up squeezing Tojiâs massive milky pecs.
Even for a bull, they were just so plush. And you canât help but twiddle your thumbs âround the golden rings that he had pierced through his pinkish nipples, lecherously.
He shivers at the sensitive sensation, âO-oh? Look at you.â Snapping his head down, you swear you could see a rouge flush take over his cheekbones. âYouâre corrupted already.â And both of Tojiâs own hands end up removing from your stomach and your pussy, ending up- oh, you couldâve already guessed.
Both of Tojiâs hands end up on your tits.
Squeezing.
Kneading.
Before you can say a word, heâs already growling out- âAnd as any momma would- weâre gonna hafta make sure youâre making enough milk, huh, sweetcheeks?â That last bit of his sentence ends up drowned between the valley of your chest.
Tojiâs gaping his maw wide open and sucking on your right tit, his left hand pinching the nipples of your left tit.
âI donât think anythingâs gonna come out just yet-â Your tail swishes in arousal as you watch him hollow out his attractive cheeks, thoroughly sucking on your tit like his favorite lolly. Sucking like he was trying to make milk come outââI never did produceâŚmuchâŚmilkâŚâ
As soon as the words leave your mouth, youâre being proved wrong. Because with a gushing sensation, you can feel your hardened nipples stream out something straight into Tojiâs open mouth. âYou were saying?âÂ
Pure white milk.
And he was such a messy eater, your ivory syrup dripping down his lips. It glosses them and created the sweetest lacquer that Toji himself was addicted to- âMmm, so much, sweet thingâfuck.â Heâs pinching at your left tit, too, a splashinâ puddle of milk that he immediately plops his mouth over to gulp up. âYa really are a sweet thing-â
âIâve never made this much even for the farmer-â Youâre gasping, and your milk cascades down Tojiâs chin like a waterfall. Constant. Sloppy âHow did you evenâŚâ
âBecause youâre in heat.â He says- choppy, through the way that he barely wanted to speak, barely wanted to remove himself from the sweet fountains of your spurting milk. âBecause mâin rut.â Tojiâs hips smack into yours so hard that you see white for a second, and his happy trail perfectly carnally itches at your clit. âAnd tonight- weâre gonna make a fucking baby, sweet mama.â
âO-ohââ With your voice cracking, youâre reaching your high. It comes instantaneously, and you arch into Tojiâs glissading muscles as you ride through it.
As youâre fucked through it.
âCumming again?â Tojiâs marvelling, his words thick - he had his mouth full, after all. Smelling the saccharine sweetness of your orgasm in your pheromones, heâs marking each peak of your high with a bang! of his reddened cockhead.Â
Slowly opening up your womb even more, your g-spot felt so red-hot and raw from the inside as he just kept on thumpinâ away there. Again and again and again. âOf course, ya are- fuck. Just like thaaaat, fuck back into me- third rule. They say the momma needs to cum good if we wanna get you pregnant after all-â
âAnd what about you?â Still in the throes of your bliss, you feel absolutely no inhibitions in babbling away. Drunk on the thick, veiny size of him fucking you through your highââArenât you gonna?â
âGonna what?â
âFuckâŚâ
âRule number six-â Toji pipes up, a mean glint in his eyes. â-is to use those words like the big girl you are.â
And you best believe that he was fucking you like he was trying to push the very words up to your throat, his veins massaging your sweet spots and making you shiver, his pearly white teeth back to sucking on your milk. âI want- hah!â You wince when his right hand slithers down to pinch your clit, â-you to cum- fuck.â You moan when his left keeps toyinâ with your nipples, streaming out dairy for Toji to swallow up. â-inside my cunt, Toji.â
And thereâhis eyes slightly widen in interest, âYou really said it.â A proud smile gracing his face, âYou really, reallyâŚoh.â
With a few more lewd thrusts, heâs emptying out his heavy balls.Â
They tighten as they spurt out the creamiest wads of cum waaaaaay back into your spongy womb, suckinâ up each pearly droplet as Toji fucks them inside you. Splashing out. Pooling out. That bawling divot in the middle of his shaft just leaves a murky mess behind, ribbons of ivory that glue your walls together.
âOh fuck-â Heâs clenching his canines, you swear heâs holding back tearsââAnd youâre gonna take it-â Toji snarls, fighting against the urge to throw his head back - simply because he wanted to look at you as he stuffed you till you were overspilling. â-take every single last drop-â
The hulking bull hybrid shakes as you clench your velvety walls. âOh, yes.â Youâre shivering once he smacks! your clit once more, swirlinâ those sultry webs of seed with his fingertips.
Tojiâs pushing them inwards, again and again. âAnd yer gonna keep it, arenât you?â Fucking you, again and again.Â
He hums, gluing the edges of his fingers inside your channel, so that not a single gumdrop can leak out of you. âSecond rule, sweetness, squeeze those pretty legs. Sâgonna tell that pussy to keep my cum inside- give me a lilâ calf, heh.â
âShit- keep talking and IâllâŚâ
Itâs too late for you. Youâre so far gone on his pummeling length that with a few more strokes, youâre reaching your high once more.
White-hot.
Toes curling.
Back arching.
You canât even control yourself, itâs the most powerfully sinful sensation youâve felt in your entire life. And this time, not only are you overspilling in Tojiâs glutinous white cum - youâre also spraying out your own slick. Translucent splashes of sweetness, so powerful that your entire body shakes.Â
Your high was being dragged out of you.
Squirting. You canât believe you squirted during your first heat with a mate, your first heat mounted.
And as he instinctively bucks his hips through it, your new mate swears- âFuck- fuck, donât tell me youâre- oh. You are. Turns out I milked you dry, hm?â Something in him oh-so-triggered by the way you just kept on drippinâ from that pretty cunt, itâs as if the hybrid part of him knew that he had to do something to stop you from losing so much of it. âRule number four, my sweet mate.â
But no bracing in the world could prepare you for what you felt in that very moment - because suddenly youâre feeling a strength so incredible that itâs as if youâre being split apart. âYour- your knot?â
âDamn right.â
You just had to see this for yourself. Chin hitting your chest as you watch Toji push nâ push the incredibly swollen base of his cock inside you. It was so round nâ red, about four times his actual circumference.Â
It sinks in with a lecherous sluuuuuurpâand Toji empties out a few more streaks of cum just from the sheer sensation of having his sensitive hilt sheathed inside of you. Isnât that every bullâs dream? To have a mate as pretty as you, choking and overstimulated around his knot? Ready to take all of him until youâre pregnant-
âWeâre mates now.â Youâre still shivering from the shockwaves of your multiple highs, so overstimulated that you donât hear his murmurs. Sobbing, youâre tugging cutely at his nipple piercings to garner his attention. âWh-what was that, Toji?â
âI saidââ Roughly, he pulls off from your lactating tits. Your milk drivels down either side of his greedy maw, â-that you know a bullâs rut lasts days, right, sweetcheeks?â
âOh.â
âGuess we have a lot to learnâŚh-heh.â
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Shiu was halfway through his drive to Tokyo.
Halfway through his window cracked down halfway, his dark hair playing in the breeze, head nodding in time with the beat of some early 2010âs pop hit thatâd surprisingly managed to calm him down during his drive.
Sure, Kusakabe had completely ruined his plans and forced him to leave you unattended on the farm - but Shiu canât help but almost feel grateful towards his friend.
After all, itâs not every day that he gets to go out like this - the life of a farmer sure was a busy one. And it was such a nice day out, driving along smooth and silent in his truck like this was almost therapeutic. Heâs almost considering getting an apprentice or two so that heâd be able to do this more often. He really thinks he could find inner peace like this, maybe all those self-help magazines he grimaced at in convenience stores were onto something. A man needs time for himself, too, yâknow?
Yeah, time for himself. Time to just wind back, enjoy the highway, just appreciate the beauty of the world, yâknow?
Halfway through a drive of peace and quiet, when he suddenly realizes-
And Shiuâs stepping so hard on the brakes that he wouldnât have been surprised if about five other cars smashed into him from behind right about now. And he wouldnât have noticed, eitherââI left the gate of the bull in rut fucking unlocked-â
Immediately after he remembered, Shiu had gone and done a (likely illegal, most definitely illegal) U-turn right then and there. Heading right back where he came from, heâd cut off multiple cars, almost run over some unsuspecting old lady in his haste to get back to his farm - Kusakabe be damned, his best friend could rot in Tokyo until the end of time for all he cared. After all, he was the one that caused all this!
Shiu made it back home in less than half the time it took him to halfway down his journey to Tokyo (heâs sure he ran a few red lights).
And heâs fumbling with the keys of his gates, forgetting his truck and sprinting right up to where his cattle hybrids were. All cooped up inside the pen, they hadnât gone into the barn still - and yet, with one sweeping glance, Shiu canât really find any missing.
So he almost dares to breathe a sigh of relief- before his eyes catch the placement where Kusakabeâs bull had resided. Where Toji resided.
And Shiuâs heart drops at the same time as his jaw.
It was empty.
Quickly, heâs suspecting just why the cows and bulls outside werenât going inside the barn, and Shiu takes another look at his herdâfuck!! Fuck, fuck, fuck - there was one missing.
And he knew exactly who it was.
In urgent, jerky motions, Shiuâs throwing open the gate to the pen (this time double-checking to lock it behind him) and heading straight towards the barn.
The barn where he can hear the rustling of hay, where he can smell the saturated sweetness of hybrid pheromones, where he can seeâoh, you on your hands and knees, with your pretty ass raised high in the air for Tojiâs cock to plough into, his powerful body. Youâre all sprawled out on the hay, saliva and milk splashing out of you at a constant pace. You mewled as he stretched out your cunt so mercilessly, again and again and again. The plump knot âround his base hitting your pussylips with almost painful thwacks!Â
And by the ribbons of miry cum that clung onto both your lower halves, Shiu was safe to assume that this certainly wasnât the first roundâŚ
Shiuâs nostrils flare, and heâs realizing that this wasnât just the heady scent of Tojiâs rut - it was your heat, too. That luscious creamy smell that made his mouth water, and his cock twitch in his pants as he took in the sight-
BZZZZZZZZâ!
Thank god his phone was on silent mode- Shiu hastens to pick it up before either of you can hear. Though, he doesnât think heâs very successful with it.
Because just as Shiu places the crackling phone against his ear, whispering out a quiet- âH-hello?â He sees that Tojiâs smug, handsome head turns in the direction of the barn door. And heâs smirking straight at the other man as he claims every inch inside of you, Tojiâs honed tip pinpointing into every tiny nook and cranny.Â
And if that wasnât enough, heâs leaning down to grab onto your leaky tits- and squeeeeeze out a pure white stream of your milk. Much more than Shiuâs ever been able to tease out of you during milking sessions.
He was making his mate known.
Slowly, Shiu backs out of the barn without you noticing (though, you were so deep in the waves of your carnal pleasure, that he thinks it wouldâve been impossible to get your attention anyways).
Only once heâs out of the headiness of the barn does Shiu finally manage to register the other manâs voice-
âHello? Helloooooo? Man, where are you now-â
âHey, Kusakabe.â Shiu speaks, still slightly dazed. Still slightly staring through the barn doors from afar - all because of a fucking gate. âTake the next train here from Tokyo- no, donât worry about your truck, you can pick it up later. No, you donât need the cattle trailer anymore.â
Kusakabe sputters, âHuh? But why?â At the other manâs silence, one could almost hear the moment that understanding sets in. âOh man- oh wait, donât tell me that Toji and that sweet cow hybrid of yours has-â
âYeah.â Shiu grits, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. âUnrelated, but would you happen to know any good names for calves?â
A/N. YOU ASK AND DADDY PROVIDES (not child support tho-) YES I SAW YâALL IN THE COMMENTS-
MAKE IT TO THE MORNING
PAIRING: miya atsumu x fem!reader
TAGS: lowkey toxic relationship, smut, cunnilingus.
WORD COUNT: 5.3k
Miya Atsumu is not someone you can simply let go of. Heâll yell at you to leave, pack your things, and get out while chasing after you, begging and pleading with you to stay.
Where it's a rocky relationship, and he wants you to reconsider leaving him. He wants you to stay after a fight.
mature content !
There had to be some reasonable explanation for how youâd gotten into this continuous back and forth of shouting, screaming, and tears. It was a curse, you believedâsome form of twisted karmic retribution from a past life, determined to ensure a lesson be learned in this one. It was a curse to be obsessed and in love with the thrill, the toxicity, and the question of which version of him you will get today. You didnât know how or why youâd gotten yourself in that position, let alone how youâd let it go on so long.Â
There were nights when you wished you could let goâwhen you did let go and walked awayâbut even then, letting him go proved to be a much more difficult task because Miya Atsumu is not someone you can simply let go of. Heâll yell at you to leave, pack your things, and get out while chasing after you, begging and pleading with you to stay.Â
When you first laid eyes on him, you hadnât expected things to go the way they did.Â
Atsumu was a friend of a friend. He was loudly proud but kept to himself. He didnât care about the new girl his teammate was dating or her equally less important friends. You hadnât expected a single interaction at a party to turn into weeks, maybe months, of drunk calls, hook-ups, and long talks into the late night. And you hadnât expected him anything real from what â you had assumed â was a mutual casual fling, but for once, you were wrong.Â
You had found yourself tied to him, almost attached to his smiles and gentle touch as if you were the most delicate possession in the world. You got off on the stolen glances, how his eyes would always look for yours in a room and the quiet moments when heâd clasp a necklace around your neck. A casual, drunken fling and late-night hookups became something real, something reciprocatedâ something he initiated.
It was hard to let go of those moments â of seeing him smile, or when youâre half-awake in his arms, and heâs tracing his knuckles along your jawline, those usual cocky eyes so soft as they look at you, wondering how he got so lucky.Â
Atsumu wasnât a bad guy. He knew how to care and love, and you knew how fast his heart would beat whenever you got close. But together, you two could be disastrous, like fire and water. The constant fights, scream matches, and thin white lies he makes sound so prettyâhis ability to point out every little mistake of yours and rip your heart out and leave.Â
Your friends, roommates, and even one of Atsumuâs teammates told you he wasnât worth itâthat it didnât matter how good, how needed, and how wanted he made you feel because Atsumu could take it away in seconds. He could make his words hurt, carving out your heart with a blunt knife and perfect precision.Â
With mascara running down your face, storming out of another fight, your heart beating rapidly against your chest, and your mind reeling, repeating the phrase: âThis is the last time.â No more fights, no more him, youâre ready to leaveâ to finally take your friendâs advice. With long strides, your feet take you away from his bedroom, body and mind running on autopilot as you head toward the front door of his apartment.Â
Atsumu chases after you almost frantically. He was not going to let you simply end it with weak excuses, blaming it on your friends (well, he was blaming the decision on your friends), only for you to walk away the second he started pleading his case on why you were wrong. âDonât fucking walk away from me!â Atsumuâs voice was loud in your ears, hot on your heels, âWill ya just stop!â His hand catches your wrist, spinning you around to face him.Â
âI donât want to talk to you!â You snapped, your tone surprising not only Atsumu but yourself. You were frustrated and on edge, and the forty bucks youâd spent on a singular mascara had gone to waste as the colour faded on your cheeksâ washed away by spilled tears. His hand dropped from your wrist at the pure look of defeat clouding your eyes, âWeâre done, âTsumu, done.âÂ
His jaw ticked as he took you in, staring at the tears staining your face. His nostrils flared, eyes narrowing, "Don't even, don't even say that. Iâ don't bullshit me; I know you're not done with me." His jaw tense, a flash of panic behind his eyes that betrayed the stoic demeanour heâd built up. âNo.â He said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared down at you. âWeâre not done, not until we talk about it.â
Maybe there was some truth behind his words; you werenât done with him. In a sense, you could never be done with him. How many times had you stormed out of a fight, had he stormed out of a fight, only for the both of you to be back together within the next week? But even then, you gave him a chance âto talk about it,â and he tossed it into the fire when he started blaming your friends instead of listening to the points you made.
âWe already did!âÂ
âNo, we didnât!â He argued, âWe didnât fucking talk about it! You didnât give me any good reasons for this decision and sounded impulsive.â He let out a sharp, almost humourless laugh, scrubbing a hand down his face. He was tense, just as on edge as you.Â
âImpulsive?â You echoed with a scoff, âFor wanting to break up with you? Please be so fucking serious, Atsumu!â And then it came again, the tears threatening to fall from your eyes, the lump in your throat, out of pure frustration from his inability to listen. âI gave you a million reasons!âÂ
âThen give me a million more!â His voice raised, Atsumu ran a hand through his hair, his head shaking and his movements stiff. âIâm not going to let ya storm out like ya always do! Fuck that!â He scoffed, brown eyes focused on you as he took a step closer, his fingers pressed against his chest, almost pleading as he added, âBaby, just talk to me.âÂ
You sighed, rapidly blinking, hoping it would somehow push the tears away. Both hands ran through your hair, âI just canât keep doing this, Tsumu!â Letting out a choked, defeated, tired laugh. âThis stupid back and forth! All these fucking fights!â
"You think I can?! You think I like fighting like this? You think I like you running out and away from me â I swear to god, yer always running away...!" Anger laced his voice as his hand curled into a tight fist at his side; his jaw tensed as frustration clouded his eyes. He swallowed, breathing in, unable to look at you as he tried to compose himselfâ feeling as if the ground was slipping out from under his feet. "All these fights?" He echoed, scoffing as a bitter smile curled on his lips. âYa think I like this, baby? You think I wake up excited to fight with ya? You think I like being the reason ya cry and feeling like Iâve lost my mind over you?â
Atsumu was losing his composure; that much was obvious. Many factors contributed to that feeling: his frustration, how riled up you got him, the daunting desperation rising in his chest, the panic, the need to grasp you tightly and never let you go, the voices shouting at him to just kick you out of his apartment, to be petty and let you leave, or to get on his knees and beg you to reconsider, to give him another chance.Â
âI never said that!â Tears escaped your eyes at your exclamation; your voice strained from the lump in your throat too big to talk through. âWe canât keep doing this âTsumu! Weâre the only ones who donât see how weâre a fucking disaster together! Neither of us like it, but we keep fucking doing it!â
Atsumuâs lip curled, his words coming out sharp and frustrated. âAnd what do you want me to do about it, huh?â He yelled, hands fisting in his hair, feeling as if he was spiralling. âYou want me toâ toâ stop how I feel about you, how much Iâ I..â He trailed off, shaking his head in disbelief, swallowing the lump in his throat. âYou want us to what, break up for good? That's what ya want, huh?â
Shaking your head, a shaky hand wiped away your tears. No, that was not what you wanted, even though it was what you saidâ even though that is something you should want. It felt so much more complicated than you intended; this was the opportunity you were supposed to takeâ your way out of an endless cycle of arguments, but youâd also lose him in the process.Â
Were you willing to lose Atsumu? His laughter, his jokes, the safety and comfort he provided, how he made you feel like the most important person in the world? The impromptu lunch dates, his messy attempts at cooking as youâd sit on the counter with a glass of wine or even the way heâd wrap his arms around you and rest his head on your lap after a long day.Â
âIââ you paused, ready to tell him, âYes, that is what I want,â but with your crumbling willpower, you couldnât bring yourself to say it. âI donât know.â Maybe he did have a point. Maybe you were being impulsive.Â
Atsumu watched you intently, his eyes flickering over your face, trying to read past the tears, your frustrated expression, and the anger in your eyes. âYou donât know,â he repeated, his tone laced with bitter, sarcastic disbelief. He shook his head, scoffing. âYou tell me you donât want to do this anymore, that weâre done, and then you donât even know what ya want?â He stepped forward, his chest rising and falling unevenly. âBaby, Iâm trying here. Ya gotta give me something.â
The blond felt like he was falling apart, his shoulders hunched, his hands clenching and unclenching uselessly at his sides, wanting to reach out and touch you. His jaw worked overtime as he struggled to control his emotions. He felt out of control, in every sense of the word, and it drove him insane.
âI donât know, âTsumu.â You huffed, exasperated with yourself, him, and everything. âI donât know! I donât know, I donât know!â Repeating the words as if they have any substance or provide clarity to the situation, his words, and your emotions. âAll I know is that we shouldnât be together.â You sighed, overwhelmed.Â
You two shouldnât be together. All your friends say you shouldnât be together, and you believe it, too, but you want him so badly.
Atsumuâs expression contorted a mix of frustration and hurt. âWhy the hell shouldnât we be together?â He stepped towards you, his hands cupping the sides of your face in a haunting featherlike touch despite the bite in his words. âBecause your friends said so? Because we argue? Yeah, maybe we do, but we also love each other.â He clenched his jaw, eyes desperate as he stared down at you, âWe canât justâ give up on us.â
His thumbs wiped away your tears, and your mind and heart defied every rational thought and alarm bells. Your friends would be so disappointed, but they wonât get it. They donât get him. And itâs not like you were perfect either; lord knows you havenât been the best either â hell, youâre sure that Atsumuâs friends had said youâre not worth the trouble, but yet, there he was, always ready to beg you to stay.Â
âStand up!â The voice in your head yells, âItâs not just because we argue, âTsumu,â mumbling out the words. âItâs the fact that it feels like weâre constantly running in place, that weâre always taking one step forward and three steps back,â you explained, your hand placing itself over one of his.Â
Atsumuâs expression softened just slightly. His chest ached at your words, and he almost felt youâd resigned yourself to giving up. âWe can do better,â his voice held a hint of a plea as he lowered his head, his gaze focused on you. He said, âBaby, I can do better. Yer all that matters to me. Let me be a better man for you.â
As you open your mouth to protest, he cuts you off.
âPlease, donât give up on us.â Atsumu pleaded, his voice threatening to crack. âI don't wanna fight with ya. I hate fighting with ya. I canât stand it when yer not talking to me. I canât stand it when ya storm out.â His hands holding your face, fingers in your hair, âLetâs just make it to the morning, see how ya feel then, alright?âÂ
Atsumu carefully searched your eyes for any hint of opposition or argument, which he didnât find. At that point, you had thrown in the towel, ran away from the consequences and ran straight into him (metaphorically speaking). Yes, you might never learn your lesson. Every fight (that isnât walked out of) ends the same, with one of you spewing pretty words that aim to disarm and keep the other within reach.Â
And itâd always be worth it until the next fight, next argument, the next time youâre storming out of his apartment and when heâs slamming doors. âOkay,â a whisper, a quiet agreement, left your lipsâ knowing that your attempt to end things had inevitably failed, but even then, some part of you was glad. Smug and satisfied that he had cared enough to try to make you stay.Â
âYeah?â Atsumu breathed out, tangling his fingers in your hair, gently tugging on it, tilting your head backwards.Â
âYeah.â Assuring him and yourself.Â
He kissed your forehead, another at the tip of your nose, and another on your lips. His lips were always soft and had a faint taste of the chapstick you thought youâd lost. The kiss was gentle and slow as if you were fragile and precious, but he kept it chaste, unrushed, to show you he was sorry. Then the hand he had tangled in your hair tightened, and an arm snaked around your waist, pulling you even closer against him. Atsumu deepened the kiss, nipping at your lower lip, gently demanding more before his tongue slipped between parted lips. He could taste you, the hint of salt from your tears; it fueled him and made him want more.Â
He shifted, pushing you back against the wall, his body flush against yours. Your hands ran down the expanse of his chest, down his stomach, feeling him through his shirt. A low moan rolled out of the back of his throat, the sound sending a shiver through you. Atsumu presses his body against yours even harder, his rolling to meet yours. The hand, not tangled in your hair, roughly grabbed at your hip, holding you against him.Â
Atsumu disconnected your lips, tugging your head back by your hair, giving him access to your neck as he dragged his tongue and lips from your jaw to your collarbones. Pulling skin between his teeth, messy bites along the crook of your neck, scattering the minor bruises like a painter working on an empty canvas. His teeth grazed against your skin, wanting to leave his mark on you. He could feel you, every movement, every sound. The way you rolled your hips, he could feel you against him, could feel how badly you wanted him.
As if you ever thought you could end things with him.
âJump,â he mumbled against your neck, his grip on your hair releasing, trailing down your back. Atsumu wanted you so damn badly. He needed you, needed to feel you against him, needed his body on yours.
Your legs wrapped around his torso, his hands holding you up, your arms draped over his shoulders. Kissing him again, rushed, messy, deep, and urgent, as if you canât afford to take your time or waste the moment. He carries you to the bedroom, dropping you onto the bed, where youâre resting against the pillows, and heâs positioning himself on top of you with a hand sliding up the hem of your shirt, tracing the curve of your waist.Â
Atsumuâs lips started moving lower again, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck â stopping to nip at your collarbone. His touch found a spot on your chest, palming you, fingers digging into flesh, a thumb running over your nipple. He began to pull at the fabric of your shirt, the fabric between his hands, "take this off." he demanded breathlessly.
He didnât hesitate to toss your shirt halfway across the room the second it slipped past your head, and you didnât hesitate to paw at his immediately. Pushing you back down onto the mattress, Atsumuâs hands entwined with yours, pinning them on either side of you, as he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down your chest. His tongue ran over the sensitive peak of your nipple, his lips wrapping around you.Â
"God, yer so beautiful," Atsumu mumbled against your chest. His hands pinned your wrists against the mattress, keeping you there, unable to move. He looked up at you, his eyes darkening as he took in every inch of you beneath him. He continued to place tender kisses against your skin, but they were far from gentle. They were rough, biting kisses, more bites than kisses, leaving dark red marks behind their wake.
You couldnât help but writhe under him. To let out a quiet moan, to arch into him, to roll your hips up against his. You were needy, craving more of his touch, his mouth, his tongue â all of him, a piece of him â whatever you could get. Atsumu could make you feel so good without trying; every minuscule touch caused your stomach to flip and the heat to rush between your legs.Â
He moved even lower, his lips trailing a path of tender and rough kisses down your stomach, stopping right before the edge of your pants. He looked up at you, his hands tightening around your wrists. "Tell me youâre mine, baby..." he breathlessly murmured against your skin. Tell him you wonât leave; tell him youâre his, no matter the circumstances or the fights and tears. âSay it,â he muttered, looking up at you with lustful brown eyes, his lips dragging along your hip.Â
âIâm yours,â you breathed, âIâm yours, âTsumu.â
His eyes clouded, his voice coming out as a low growl, âLift your hips for me.â He released your wrists, his fingers gripping the waistband of your bottoms, tugging them off with a swift pull, frantic to remove the final barrier between you.Â
He tossed the discarded material to the side, his eyes raking down your body. He sat back for a moment, taking you all in. His eyes trailed over you, pausing at the various dark red marks, his red marks, now littering the skin of your neck and chest, along your stomach. He gently spread your legs apart, his thumbs tracing small lazy patterns against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, never taking his eyes off of you. His gaze was intense; his eyes darkened, daring goosebumps to rise across your skin.
He wanted you, and you knew it. You could feel it based on how he gripped your skin and how his thumbs traced small, lazy patterns against your inner thighs. He slowly leaned down, hovering over you, his eyes glued to yours. Then, his fingers slip between your folds, feeling the dampness between your legs. Already so fucking wet. The pads of his fingers pressed against your clit in a torturous touch.
Atsumu could feel your body tense, your breath hitch at the contact â and he loved every damn moment of it. He could feel the heat coming from your core, the wetness of your cunt, aching for his touch, aching for him just to give you what you need â what you both need. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice low. "Who do ya belong to, baby?"
A whimper escaped your throat, the flow movements of his fingers lazily rubbing circles against your clit, needing him to apply more pressure, to move faster, to touch you. âIâm yours, âTsumu.âÂ
His hands continued. Each second made you even more desperate for him. He worked his way down, his breath fanning against your skin, his lips close enough that his words were a ghost against your body, "Remember that the next time yer friends try shittinâ on us.â He was taunting you, positioning himself between your spread legs, using his free hand â that one which wasnât teasing your clit â to wrap your leg around his shoulder. âIâm gonna give ya something to make noise about.â
Oh shit.Â
Of course, he was still pissed off. Well, no, not necessarily pissed off â maybe a little bit too prideful, cocky, and irritated that your fucking friends had so much to say about him and your relationship. Consider this an apology on his part and some prideful, possessive performance to remind you that no one can try to come in between you and him.
Atsumu did not hesitate to bury himself between your legs, his tongue darting out to taste you, roughly working against (or in favour) the intense throb and ache. Harsh, messy, and rough as if to prove a point. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, fingertips digging into the flesh and keeping your legs spread out for him as he explored you with his lips, his tongue, his teeth. Instinctively, at the insatiable pleasure, you bucked your hips into him â back arching off the bed and head rolling against the pillows.Â
Feeling your body arch into him, Atsumu let out a growl against your skin, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he lost himself in the sensation. He wanted to drive you wild, leave you needy and breathless beneath him. Atsumu wanted to fuck you with tongue so good that the thought of leaving him would be erased from your mind. He wanted you to crumble under him, scream for him, and lose all composure despite not even having fucked you yet.Â
As your fingers roughly tangled themselves in his hair, he added more pressure with his tongue, finding the sweet spots that made you moan and squirm beneath him. His lips wrapped around your clit, assaulting you with his tongue â and lord was the sight sinful. Atsumu consumed you like a starved man, and the best meal was your dripping cunt. Your grip on his hair, tight and desperate, caused him to look up at youâ your shaking, needy breaths and the rise and fall of your titsâ and like the devil he is, Atsumuâs teeth nipped down on you.Â
At that, your pull on his hair tightened, âYou fuckingâ shit!â The sentence was cut off with a breathy moan that was pulled from your throat as he inserted two fingers, curling them and reaching that sweet spot that had you instantly reacting. His tongue, lips, teeth, and fingers elicited a very needy strain of whimpers and moans.Â
As you clutched his hair, the heel of your foot digging into his back, Atsumu's movements became even more voracious. He knew you were trying to hold back, to keep your voice down, but he loved it when you let go, when you were loud and unreserved. He continued his assault with his mouth, his tongue and teeth driving you wild. "Let it out, baby," he panted between breaths. "Don't hold back. I want to hear you." He could feel you clenching against his fingers, your body on the edge of ecstasy. He wanted to push you over the edge.
You grind yourself against his mouth and his fingers, whining out Atsumuâs name over and over again as he flicks his tongue across your clit and his fingers relentlessly plunge and curl in you. You gasp out curses, legs shaking as you keep your hand tangled in his hair â keeping him in place while your mind focused on the burning pleasure spreading through your body like fire â breaths coming out shallow and short.Â
âFuck, âTsumu, Iâm gonna cum.â You mewled, hips lifting off the mattress only to get harshly pushed down into place by him. Atsumu groaned against you, a warning for you to stay put. You were so fucking close, and he needed you in place. Eyes and head rolled back, and you finally found your release, going limp on the bed.Â
His tongue took one last swipe up your folds, his fingers glistening with your slick as he pulled them out â and your eyes met him as he cleaned you off from his fingers, licking off the fluids as if heâd just finished a five-course meal. âLook at ya, already so fucked out,â he purred, already working his way back up your body with sloppy kisses across your skin, âand all I did was go down on ya.â He smirked against you, nipping at the skin of your neck, before his lips brushed against your ear, âstill want to leave me? Still think that weâre a fucking disaster together? Or do I still have to fuck that thought out of your mind?âÂ
âDonât be a dick.â You muttered your response, pushing past the urge to roll your eyes. Yes, you still thought you and Atsumu were a relative disaster together â and it didnât matter how good he was with his tongue â that was a well-known fact. You two were obsessives disasters who got too quickly hooked on each other, uncaring to all the bad omens and red flags, running back to the other because thatâs just what you do.Â
And, for some sick reason, you fucking loved it.Â
âYa know, I donât mean to upset you,â He hummed. Atsumu was always so fucking smug; you could hear the smirk in his voice. His arm snaked around your waist, lifting your hips as he ground his down against yours, his face burying itself in the crook of your neck. âLet me try and make it right; let me show ya how sorry I am.â Through the thin fabric of his briefs, you could feel how hard he was, the slight friction causing a sharp inhale. "Let me take good care of ya," he whispered against your skin.
Atsumuâs slow, tortuous grind against you was becoming unbearable, and all that seemed to cloud your mind was how badly you needed himâwith his arm snaked around your waist, one hand with fingers digging into your hip, his quiet, short breaths on your neck. Your fingers laced themselves in the hair at the nape of his neck. Atsumu groaned against your neck, the sound coming out a low, rough rumble. He could feel how you were holding onto him, desperate for him, rocking his hips again, grinding against you ever so slowly. He could feel the heat radiating off of you, the way you were pressing against him, trying to get more friction from him.Â
He pulled away from your neck, his eyes flickering down to you. "Tell me what ya want, baby." Atsumu could see in your eyes what you wanted, but he needed to hear it from you.Â
âI want you,â you breathed out, âI want you to make me feel good âTsumu, I want all of you. Please.âÂ
A low growl rolled out of the back of his throat as he heard you plead for moreâ for all of him. His lips captured yours in a rough, deep kiss before pulling back just enough so that he could speak. "I'll give you all of me, baby. I'm gonna give you every single bit. I'm gonna make you feel so damn good."Â
Atsumu didnât hesitate, freeing himself from the constrictive fabric of his briefs before pushing your legs apart and placing them securely over his shoulders as he aligned himself to your entrance. He almost collapsed right there and then, letting out a harsh breath as he slid into you. He's going crazy, losing his mind at the way you suck him in. Gummy walls around his cock, warm and so tight that he could come right there and then. Atsumuâs mind was spinning; he was going feral over being in you. He pushed in slowly, pinning your wrists to the mattress, watching every expression cross your features.Â
He slowly pulled out, his tip teasing your entrance before bottoming out in you, stealing your breath. That's all he needed, the feeling of having your grip around him. âAtta girl,â Atsumu breathed out. His grip on your wrists tightened as he began to increase his pace, fucking you deeper and harder, completely consumed in his primal need and desire.
He continued to move, his hips rocking against you with a new ferocity. He leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a rough, messy kiss as if he were trying to devour you. You moaned into his mouth as he hit that sweet spot, breaking the sloppy kiss as your head rolled backâ it drove him crazy. âYeah? You like that, donât you?â Atsumu continued to move against you, harder and faster (if that was even possible), desperate to hear every unrestrained, loud noise you could make, desperate for his name to fall from your lips.Â
There were so many things he could say. Like how fucking insatiable you looked writhing under him, with your legs over his shouldersâ letting him reach the deepest part of youâ looking so damn perfect, on display for him, hickeys and purple bruises littering your neck and chest. How you were all his to touch, taste, fuck. How he was the only one to see you like this, begging, pleading, saying his name like a prayer â how he was the only one to get you like this.Â
Atsumu moved faster, his body pressed against yours, his hands gripping you tight. He could feel how close you were; he knew he could push you over the edge with just a few more well-placed thrusts. He continued to move, his thrusts growing ragged and desperate, his breath hot against your skin, his hands clutching onto you as if he were trying to cling to you. He groaned, his movements becoming more erratic, frantic.Â
You canât catch your breath; his pace was rough, intense, and concise. Your addictive noises pushed him to grab your wrists, pinning them over your head with one hand, his other gripped onto your thigh, steadying himself as he thrust himself into you, needing to see you crumble because of him again. "Fuck, I love ya, ya know that, right?" He panted out, his accent coming out stronger than ever.Â
As a response, you could only let out a throaty moan. Hearing Atsumu breathless was lustful music to your ears, and if your vision was clouded â if your eyes werenât shut from the fire of pleasure â you would see his mouth hanging open and his hazy half-lidded brown eyes so focused on you. But you could hear the throaty groan escaping his lips as you tightened around him.Â
ââTsumu, Iâm gonnaââ your sentence getting cut off by a whine.Â
He could feel you, on the edge, ready to fall over - and he was determined to take you there. "Cum with me, baby," he panted. Your release, the way your body shook, convulsed, arched beneath him as your breath caught in your throat â it sent him over the edge with you, crashing through any last shred of control he had. His breaths came out in ragged gasps; his body flushed against yours as he spilled into you with a strained moan.Â
Atsumu released your wrists and gently moved your legs from his shoulders and onto the bed, his arms wrapping around you as he lifted your limp body, âletâs go get you cleaned up, yeah?âÂ
You both knew there was no chance youâd walk out that door tomorrow morning, so the running in circles continues.Â
fratboy!atsumu who accidentally bumps into you at a party, spilling half his cup of jungle juice on you. his eyes widen as he realizes what heâs done, and he stands there watching the reddish-liquid soak into your white shirt.Â
fratboy!atsumu who doesnât miss a beat, grabbing your arm and tugging you up the stairs and into his room, apologizing and insisting he has a shirt you can wear for the rest of the night.Â
fratboy!atsumu who instructs you to sit on his bed and take your shirt off, politely turning his back to you as you do so, and rummaging through his dresser drawers for a t-shirt to give you.
fratboy!atsumu who frowns when he looks at your topless form, realizing that your bra is also soaked, and says that you âmight as well take that off too, right?â
fratboy!atsumu who makes the most of a good opportunity and uses his mouth (instead a towel) to mop up the rest of the drink thatâs still sitting on your skin, flattening his tongue against your skin and licking with languid strokes across your chest and through the valley of your breasts.
fratboy!atsumu who pays extra close attention to your tits, squeezing one while sucking on the other, and making sure to let go with a loud pop as he switches sides.
fratboy!atsumu who tugs your nipple between his teeth, biting down with just enough pressure to make you gasp before he pulls away, face breaking open into a wide grin as he does.
fratboy!atsumu who says âi think i got it allâ and âsorry againâ before tossing one of his shirts into your lap and walking towards the door, pausing to turn around and wink at you before heading downstairs and rejoining the party.
Idk if you take requests but Hinata,Tsukishima, Or Atsumu with an S/o that has a choking kink?? You can write however you want (u dont have to take this req, if u dont want to) :))
how about all three hq men ⥠i loved this prompt, ty for the request anonÂ
Wrap your fingers around my neck | 18+
Warnings/Tags: nsfw, afab/female!reader, riding, lap sex, raw sex, kissing, praise kink, creampie, finger sucking, degradation kink, dirty talk, pussy eating, squirting, petnames, fingering, needy!Atsumu, pussy slapping, kitchen counter sex, choking kink ⥠SET IN A TIMELINE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18 YEARS
Pairings: Â Hinata Shouyou x Female Reader, Tsukishima Kei x Female Reader, & Miya Atsumu x Female Reader
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Hinata
It was an honest accident.Â
Hinata didnât mean to do itâand you genuinely did not think he would follow along after butâ
Hinata always loses himself a little whenever he kisses you.Â
He canât help it.Â
Your lips feel so nice and soft against his. You taste so good when he licks his tongue inside your mouth and fuckâthe little moans you make against him get his head all hazy, and he just wants his hands all over youâ
âShit,â Hinata murmurs, his breathing a little heavy as he pulls on your lower lip with his mouth, and his hands roam up your thighs, the curve of your hips, the dip of your waistâtouching you everywhere while you sit on his lap, straddling him, as he sits up against the bed frame. âSo pretty, angel.âÂ
You let out a shaky breath against his mouth, and you grind your hips towards himâpulling out a hiss from Hinata as his cock moves inside you.Â
âKeep going, baby,â Hinata groans when you roll your hips again, and you gasp as his cock hits against your g-spot while your clit rubs against his exposed skin, and you dig your fingers into his broad, muscled shoulders for support.Â
âJust like that,â Hinataâs hands are squeezing your ass, holding your hips, grabbing your titsâtheyâre everywhere and he canât seem to control it when heâs like this.Â
He just loves how you feel under the palm of his handâmaybe just a bit more than a volleyballâand his head is in the clouds as your pussy swallows him so perfectly, taking his thick cock like you always do, that heâ
He doesnât realize that one of his hands has moved further up to graze over your collarbone and shoulders.Â
Heâs too busy focusing on how sinful your tongue feels gliding against his.Â
How your pussy is so damn wetâyouâre dripping all over his dickâand god, youâre tight, that heâs so close to explodingâ
Hinata doesnât realize that his hand is near your neckâyour skin is so soft and nice under his hand that everywhere feels the sameâ
Itâs why he mindlessly circles his fingers around the base of your neck when his palm is thereâhe just needs his entire hand to feel you.
And you suck in a sharp breath as the feel of long, strong, and thick fingers curl around your throatâso hot and firmâand thatâs Hinata freezes.Â
Shit.Â
Heâs ready to apologize profuselyâhis fingers are already beginning to uncurl from your neckâbecause he didnât mean to hold you that way butâ
But then he hears you let out a moanâsmall, shaky, and wantingâand you buck your hips up against him, kissing him more feverishly, causing Hinataâs eyes to droop and roll back, a small groan ripping out of him when he realizesâ
You liked that.Â
âYeah?â Hinata breathes out in response to your moan, and his fingers stay where they areâjust a little hesitant with the pressureâas you ride him, your lashes fluttering as his heavy hand sits around your throat. âYou liked that, didnât you?âÂ
You nod, eyelids feeling heavy, and Hinata lets loose a low breath, shaking his head and smirking as he kisses you, murmuring against your red lips. âShouldâve told me you like that sooner, baby.âÂ
Because now that he knows you like having his hand around your throat like thatâ
âWouldâve made that pretty little head of yours all dizzy a long time ago,â Hinata rolls his hips up as he says that, shoving his cock a little deeper until you swear you feel it in your guts, causing you to gasp with a wet moan, and he puts a little more pressure on the sides of your neck with the pads of his fingerâhis eyes focused on yours. âIs that okay, angel?âÂ
More than okayâfuck, your head feels a little more light-headed now.Â
You can still breathe, but the pressure around your throat brings out a blurry fog around the edges of your vision, and your cunt clenches around Hinataâs cockâmaking him groanâas your fluids leak out, getting him all wet and messy from how heated you are.Â
Itâs so overwhelming and you love it.Â
You nod, moving your hips in tandem with hisâlanguid rolls as his dick rubs your g-spot over and over, bringing you higher and tighter and hotter for your orgasmâ
âGood girl,â Hinata praises, breathless, and uses his hold around your throat to pull you in closerâletting him kiss you like heâs greedy for your mouth as he licks and sucks and nips until you feel all woozy from itâthen he moves to brush his mouth against the shell of your ear, his voice throaty as he pushes his hips up. âCan you cum for me like this, baby?â
Your pussy throbs around the girth of him when you feel his fingers press against the sides of your throat a little more, his hold around the most vulnerable part of you feeling possessive like he can own you if he wanted to.Â
And you trust him enough to give it if he asks.
Your lips part with soft breaths being punched out with every buck of his hips, fucking you to make your mind melt, and he grazes his teeth against your earlobeâyour heart leaping in your throat when he gently squeezes your neck, testing it until you moan in approval, losing yourself to how full you feel from his dick. âI want you to make a mess, angel, you always look so pretty when you do.âÂ
Godâ
It only takes a few more pumps of his cock inside you, your walls sucking him in, while your puffy clit rubs against your stomach until your orgasm ripples through youâyour mouth hanging open with a silent moan as you gush around Hinataâs cock, legs tensing and back arching as your vision goes blurry and white as he keeps his hands where they are. âFuckâso good for me, baby, look at youââ
He fucks you through it, nearing his orgasm as you pulse around him, and Hinata cums with a guttural groanâsticky cum spurting into your plush wallsâ
And his hand stays around your throat the entire timeâholding and pinning you in place just the way you like it.Â
Tsukishima
Itâs not news to him that you like the feeling of his hand around your throat.Â
Heâs been playing around with the idea for a while, now, whenever heâs touching youâjust in subtle ways.Â
Whenever he kisses you, he places his hand just above your collarboneânot fully on your neck, but the tease is thereâand slots his lips between yours with a sigh.Â
Or itâs when you two are out in public and itâs a little too busy and you easily become lost in the crowdâTsukishima guides you with his hand wrapping delicately against your nape, keeping you close while he has you in his hold.Â
He always picked up on the way you reacted whenever he touched you there.Â
How blown your pupils would get.Â
How your breath would hitch with your lips parting with a small intake of breath.Â
How dazed you would look in the eyesâmaking him feel just a little smug about finding out a little secret about you that he definitely plans to use one night.Â
Itâs when heâs got you lying on the bed all pretty for himâlooking up at him with starry eyes as he pumps two of his fingers in and out of your drenched pussyâwith his other hand caressing your cheek, his thumb teasing your lower lip.Â
And heâs smirking down at youâin his usual lackadaisical wayâ with one of his knees sitting between your bent legs as he presses the pad of his thumb down onto your lower lip to pry your mouth open. âYou always need something to suck on, donât you?â
He teases you, his voice low and mirthful, and all it does is make your pussy clench as you moanârolling your tongue out to flick it at his thumb before wrapping your warm mouth around it, your cheeks hollowing as you give his thumb a slow, indulgent suck.
âShit,â Itâs the way you keep eye contact with him as your head moves, leaving his thumb shiny with your saliva as you suck it, that sends heat down to his cock, making him feel light in the head. âYouâre a needy little thing, you know.âÂ
You make a sound thatâs similar to a moan around his thumb, and your eyes flutter, going half-mast, as you bob your head and swirl your tongue around his thumb as if it was his cock instead.Â
And Tsukishima canât help itâyou look so desperate like this, your back arching against his hovering body, looking up at him so obediently, with your tits all perked up and nipples pert and pretty as you leak all over his handâ
Itâs filthy and youâ
âA perfect little slut,â Tsukishima lets those words slip out, a groan in his throat, and you choke a little with a whimper when you feel him press his thumb into your mouth a bit deeper, affection lacing his rather filthy words.
And you moanâlow and wantingâwhen you hear him call you that, and Tsukishima canât help but chuckle darkly as he leans in a little closer, his head tilting almost mockingly as he watches you with desire and affection. âYeah?â
He curls his fingers to rub your spongey g-spot, his palm pressing against your swollen little clit for friction that sends heat up your tummy and chest. âYou like being a little slut for me, sweetheart?âÂ
Fuck.Â
âLooking like the mess that you are just because of me,â Tsukishima hums, his voice low. âYou can hear just how soaked you are, you know.âÂ
You whine around his thumb as your orgasm balances at the edgeâready to combust with how tight your muscles feelâand you nod.Â
Godâyouâre too perfect for him.Â
He canât help the small smile that threatens to creep up on him, trying to focus on making you cumâfor the second time tonightâon his fingers before he finally fucks you the way you both need him to andâ
And then his eyes widen a little, turning more amorous when his eyes briefly flit down to your exposed throatâ
ââŚYou can get a little more messy for me, right baby?â Itâs not a question.Â
Just a warning worded more sweetly.Â
Because before you even get a chance to respond to himâ
You feel his thumb slip out of your mouthâmaking a wet popping sound with your spit connecting a thin, clear string from your mouth to his thumb, leaving you gasping for airâ
Only for it to be partially taken away again when you feel long, calloused fingers gently wrap around the area just beneath your jawlineâand your eyes widen as you look at him, your breath catching, and he watches you with a knowing look behind his eyes.Â
Like he knows that no matter whatâyouâll trust him.
And heâs not wrongâyou do.Â
Enough to let your eyes immediately soften into submission, your lips wet from your saliva, and you let out a small moan as you tilt your chin upâgiving him more room for his fingers to hold and cover.Â
It brings out a hiss from him, low and breathy, and you see the way things primarily shift in his eyes when you begin to pant, moving your hips as he fucks you with his fingersâencouraging him to push harder and make you lose your mind.Â
And godâhe listens almost instantly as he squeezes the sides of your neck a little more, and you moan as you get a little hazy in the head, your limbs loose as his fingers move inside you.Â
âFuck, look at you,â Tsukishima lets out a small breath thatâs almost a chuckle, and he watches you with his dick throbbing as you let him take the weakest part of your body into his own hands to play with.Â
Giving him that trust that gets him all heady and needy to justâ
To just kiss you and fuck you and take all of you until all you feel, smell, taste, and hear is him.Â
âAlways so good for me, sweetheart.âÂ
He grinds his palm against your clit with more pressure, moving it in circles as his fingers get swallowed by your pulsing wallsâand then heâs pressing his fingers into your pulse points a little more, slowly playing with your ability to breathe, feeling his hand heavy around your neck untilâ
âOh fuckâKeiâshitââ
You gasp, shaky, and your lower spine draws tight when your eyes get blurry from the brief lack of airâand that seems to snap something deep within you as you cum furiously around his fingers, spasming and gasping with your senses turning numbâ
âJust like that, babyâget all nasty for meââ
Tsukishima finger fucks you through it, watching with dark eyes as he loosens up his fingers around your throatâand clear fluids squirt out of your sopping pussy with every thrust of his wrist inside you.
You end up gushing fluids all over the bed and his thighsâbut Tsukishima doesnât care.Â
Heâs too wound up and high on watching you cum on him to care about how sticky everything isâ
Itâll only get messier once he gets his dick inside you anyway.Â
You cry, coming down from your high as air rushes into your lungs after your orgasmâyour pussy clenching hard from wave after wave of pleasureâ
âIâm going to fuck you now, okay?â You hear him breathe that out. âAnd fill you up just how you like it.âÂ
Youâre still too out of it to respond with anything other than a languid nod, feeling light and a puddle of fire at the same time as he kisses you so achingly soft that you melt against him.Â
Atsumu
If he isnât spending his time practicing or playing volleyballâ
Miya Atsumuâs idea of using his time effectively is by having his hands and mouth on and all over you.
Specifically being able to bury his face in between your plush thighsâwith his mouth and tongue pressed against your cunt.Â
Itâs what heâs doing right now as heâs got you bent over the island counter in your kitchenâwhile heâs on his knees behind you, hands gripping onto your upper thighs to hold you in place, with his tongue running a wide strip from your clit to your hole.Â
âGodââSumu, you couldnât have waitedâ?âÂ
You moan with a small whine as he sucks on your folds, tongue dipping in and jaw working as he makes out with your pussy from behind.Â
âSorry, baby,â Atsumu is breathing heavily when he pulls back, and he wets his lips as he slides his hands up to squeeze your assâmassaging it before using his hold on them to spread them apart, giving him easier access to your cunt.
And his eyes go half-lidded, his cock hardening in his pants, at the sight of your spit-slicked and soaked folds. âCanât help it.â
Then he dives back in, jaw slack as his tongue licks your pussy like heâs thirsty for it, and you whine at how embarrassingly close you are to your orgasm already.Â
âYa looked so good in that skirt,â Atsumu murmurs against you, undulating his tongue against your clit before pushing the tip of his tongue through your drooling slitâ
And he moans.Â
He actually moans while he eats you outâlike heâs just so desperate to have his mouth on you, determined to get you utterly soaked as your juices trickle down his chin and your thighs from how much heâs gotten you worked up.Â
âCouldnâ wait,â Atsumu pants, swallowing before pushing his tongue further to lick your sensitive clitâflicking it with his tongue until he has you tensing and your thighs squeezing around his face. âFuckâbaby, so goodââ
A whimper escapes your throat, and you rest your forehead against your arms that are on the counter, pushing your hips back to fuck yourself on his face until that ball of heat explodes in between your legsâand your orgasm throbs through you.Â
Liquid heat spreads through your body, and you moan through it all as Atsumu licks and sucks and eats, groaning so low and needy, until your clit twitches with oversensitivity and youâre whining.Â
âSo pretty fâme,â You hear him mutter, sounding drunk off the taste of your cunt, and your entire body jolts as a sharp gasp slips through your parted lips when you feel a slap against your sopping folds.Â
And Atsumuâs head spins when he stands back upâhis eyes focused on the way your arousal drools down from your pussy lips, a thin string of clear fluid running down to the floor andâ
âGod damn, baby, ya drooling.â Two of his fingers strum your slit, getting his fingers all nice and shiny and creamy from your orgasm, feeling your cute little cunt pulse around them.Â
Thenâ
You choke out a broken gasp when he slaps your pussy again, hearing the wet smack against his hand, and Atsumuâs voice comes out in a low drawl right after. âTurn around, love.âÂ
Your legs buckle when you doâyour movements slow with that ache still there between your legsâ
But Atsumu is right thereâguiding you with gentle touches over your legs and hipsâand the moment youâre facing himâ
He gives you one, heated lookâhis eyes lowered and so murky with desireâbefore he captures your lips with his, and you exhale a sharp breath through your nose when you can taste yourself in his mouth.Â
God.Â
You kiss him back, though, a little sloppy with how muddled your head is, and you make these tiny sounds that Atsumu eagerly swallows upâwhile his hands move to squeeze your ass, then move down until theyâre at the back of your thighs andâ
âLift up for me,â He mumbles against your mouth, and you follow almost immediatelyâone leg moving to wrap around his waist after the otherâand you use your hold around his neck for support, kissing him with a small grunt when he lifts you to sit your ass on the edge of the counter.Â
It causes the cool surface to brush against your bare pussy, pulling out a gasp from you, and Atsumu breathes heavily against you as he grinds his clothed bulgeâgod, itâs so fucking bigâagainst your pussy, making you all dizzy with it. ââM gonna fuck you, okay?âÂ
He kisses you again, his rough hands running up and spreading goosebumps over your legs until they just reach the part where your hips and thighs meet. âAnd you gonnâ take it like a good girl fâme, yeah?âÂ
You whimper with a small nod, kissing him and bucking your hips back at him almost impatiently.Â
âSay it, baby.âÂ
Shitâ
âO-okay,â You breathe out, too high off the bliss of your post-orgasm to care about the fact that heâs going to fuck you rawâ
You donât even realize he doesnât have a condom on until heâs pulling his pants and underwear down to let his dick bounces free, and it slaps against your upper thighâfeeling so heavy and hot and smooth andâ
Exposedâwith his pre-cum leaking from the fat tip and onto your leg, making more of a mess on you.Â
âGood,â Atsumu praises you, kissing you as he slides his thick cock through your pussy folds, getting it all nice and wet, before sliding inâpushing the fat tip through your hole so easily and heâs bottoming out in one, fluid motion. âSo fuckinâ good, darlinâ.âÂ
Your eyes roll back, and your legs around him tighten as he pulls outâonly to roll his hips against you, making you feel the heat of his skin flush against yours as he fucks his cock into your needy walls.Â
He fucks you with his hands pinning you down to the counter by your hipsâmaking your body jolt with every thrustâand tiny, wet moans get punched out of you as your mouth hovers against his.Â
It causes your juices to gush out with every rock of his hips, making a mess on the counter, as loud and wet squelches fill the kitchen to show just how wrecked you are.Â
And it all just adds to the feverish warmth thatâs flooding your clit and lower bellyâthat tension building until itâs ready to snap again with every brush against your g-spot andâ
And you donât realize the fingers around your throat until you feel a slight pressure in your head, and heat pressing against the sides of your neck.Â
And when your eyesâall wide and glossyâflit up to meet Atsumuâsâ
Heâs already looking right at you, watching you, focused to see your reactionâas if heâs waiting for you to tell him to stopâwhile still fucking your sensitive pussy.Â
But you donât.Â
Instead, you let out a moan in approval, your eyelids dropping in response, and your cunt clenches around his girth as you kiss him softly, panting against his mouth with a soft mutter. âHarder.âÂ
And godâhearing that does astronomical things to his head and dick.Â
âFuck,â You feel his groan vibrate against you, all low and throaty, as his fingers grow firmer around your delicate throatâand his pace picks up as he starts to get needier for your sweet pussy. âDonâ think âmma last long, baby.â
He doesnât let you respond.
Not when heâs quick to hitch your legs higherâand he uses his hold around your throat to push you down until your back is flat against the counterâs surface, and your eyes blow wide with a woosh of your breath escaping your lungs.Â
âYa think you can keep all fâme inside you, sweetheart?â He asks, voice so sweet and cooing as if he isnât fucking your guts and making you choke as his body hovers over you, and heâs smirking down at you as he takes in just how good his hand looks around your neck.Â
âI want this pretty lil pussy to get messy, kay?âÂ
Your eyes roll back when the pressure under your jawline grows, making you feel light-headed, andâ
You should feel somewhat alarmed with how easily he can choke you.Â
To hold the power over your body just like thatâwith no effort whatsoever.Â
Heâs stronger than you.
So much bigger than you.Â
And his hands and fingers are dominating and heavy butâ
But all you do is look up at him in submission, all hazy and eyes shiny with lust as your fingers wrap around his wrist as support, laying there and taking his cock as another orgasm rips out of you.Â
You trust him to never hurt youâto take things too far.Â
Heâs always knew just how far to take things with youâto dance on that delicate line of risk and pleasure for you.Â
It only takes another few strokes inside you, your g-spot overstimulated, for you to cum around him, electrified and feel like youâre floating as he fucks your pussyâall puffy and abused as it squirts so much on his dick and the counterâ
And nothing but the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin fills your ears, and your entire body shakes when Atsumu moans so desperately against you.
And his hand never leaves your throat, even as he kisses every inch of your face to soothe and praise you while you cry from your orgasmâand heâs following soon after with his hot cum filling you up till your pussy is leaking both of your fluids everywhere.Â
CLANDESTINE
PARING: suna rintarĹ x fem!reader
TAGS: smut, best friends brother trope
WORD COUNT: 5k
If thereâs one thing about the end of exams and upcoming â high school â graduation, is the plethora of parties that follow. Call it what you want; schoolies, freedom, and an amazing â yet awful â experience full of drinking, hangovers, or the flu.Â
At this moment, youâve been crashing at the one and only Niki Sunaâs home. Your best friend, and number one party animal who has a killer house in the centre of all the house parties being thrown by, now, old classmates.Â
It has been incredible, her parents arenât home which gives the two of you the freedom to leave every night and come back after midnight without any questions or secrecy. The only issue is that her twenty-year-old brother is home.Â
Rintaro is not a big problem, he keeps to himself, never leaves his room. Heâs only in the country for his sister's graduation, free food, and the fact that he doesnât have to do his own laundry. Plus, itâs a free vacation.Â
Although, the times he does come out of his room, you canât help but feel awkward around him. The last he saw of you was two years ago, when you were sixteen â an age that wasnât sweet at all. Despite the short time span, a lot can change in two years, youâre evidence of that statement.Â
Youâve grown into your face, matured, and don't look as young anymore. Youâve gotten more confident with yourself, your body, and it all reflects in the clothes you wear. You speak with a certain command and authority, you walk with a grown confidence, and radiate an aura of gold.Â
Who knew that the girl that he knew would morph and change into a completely different person in the span of two years? No one can blame him for keeping a fixed gaze on you whenever you pass by, itâs admirable to see the person youâve become.Â
However, it doesnât matter how much self-confidence youâve built up over the last two years. Around him, around his sharp stare and gaze, itâs hard to keep your head up or find the will to get up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water out of the anxiousness that heâll be there too.Â
Which brings you and Niki to now. Friday night, one thirty in the morning, the two of you are walking through the front door. You have managed to sober up from that mysterious, sweet, and addictive, rum punch concoction that youâve had one too many glasses of.
You cannot say the same for Niki, who had spent the night downing one too many shots and has yet to ride out the alcohol. Nevertheless, sheâs still able to walk on two feet and not stumble into every coffee table or shelf stacked with family photos.Â
âOh my god,â Niki laughs, kicking off her shoes by the door. âI kept my mouth shut about this at the party, but fuck what was Rina thinking going for Jennieâs man?â She scoffs, âWe need to debrief in my room.âÂ
âGirl, Iâve got so much to fucking say about Rina.â You add, forcefully removing your shoes, âLike, I was talking to Jasmine earlier on the balcony and god has Rina been pissing a lot of people off recently.â
âTell me about it,â Niki rolls her eyes, starting to walk up the steps with you following behind her. âLike, she was fucking wilding out tonight.â She mutters, pushing open her room door â revealing the mess created from getting ready â and collapsing onto her bed.Â
You, however, reach into your bag for the little toiletries pack, wanting to get all the makeup off your face and make sure no future breakouts happen. Skin care is a priority. And head towards the ensuite bathroom, âAnd she didnât even know what she was doing.â You say.Â
âMe personally,â Niki hums, âif I was Jennie, I wouldâve swung on that bitch.â
âThatâs so fucking valid though,â you nod, pulling out a micellar wipe before dragging it over your eyes. âLike, what the fuck are you doing? Get away from my man, if itâs like, you know Iâm into him, weâve hooked up multiple times before, what are you doing?âÂ
âLiterally!â Niki exclaims, âWeâre supposed to be friends! Why are you cuddling next to him on the couch?â She questions, shaking her head at the awful events that transpired throughout the night. âBut! Donât think I didnât see you and Atsumu earlier.âÂ
âWhat about me and Atsumu?â You question, poking your head through the open bathroom door â still scrubbing away the mascara from your eyes. âBro, Helen even asked me about that! She was like: when did you and Atsumu get so close?âÂ
âDid you do anything?â Niki asks, sitting up from the bed. âI know you have tendencies to get with people then not tell me!â She laughs, âWho was it again? There was Mattsun, and then his best friends? You have a tendency to go for the whole group.âÂ
âNo, no, I did not do anything with anyone tonight.â You reply, âI mean, I wanted to⌠donât get me wrong, but I had a feeling no one was down.âÂ
âUgh, boo!â She groans, âShit, okay, I need to change.â Niki thinks aloud, standing up from the mattress, âGod, Iâm so fucking ready to knock out and have the best fucking sleep of my life.âÂ
Your best friend opens up her closet, digging out a big t-shirt and shorts. âGod, I need some fucking water.â You mumble, tossing the dirty makeup wipes into the bin, âI peed like five times at the party.âÂ
âWhat does that have to do with anything?â Niki snorts, slipping through that big t-shirt of hers.
âDehydration is the biggest cause of hangover headaches,â you inform. âWeâve got two more parties coming up, and Iâd like to be in good shape for the next forty-eight hours of ragers.â You exit the bathroom, then dig into your bag to change into pyjamas.Â
Simple. Shorts and a tank. You walk back into the bathroom, half closing the door as you get changed. âOkay, so go downstairs and get water.â Niki says, stating the obvious.
âCan you come with me?â You ask from the bathroom.Â
âWhat? No, go by yourself.â She says, âYouâve been here a billion times before, my parents see you more than they see me. This is practically your second home, why do you need me to come with you?â
You adjust your tank top before stepping out into the bedroom, âNiki! Your brother is downstairs, I donât want to go down there alone.â You plead, âIf it was just us, or your mother, then yeah, I wouldnât mind.âÂ
âGirl,â your best friend looks at you as if youâre crazy. âItâs Rintaro, he probably wonât even clock that youâre down there. Heâs not the brightest in the bunch, heâs studying business.â
âYeah, but like, can you just⌠please?âÂ
âYouâll be fine! Heâs just Rintaro, and heâs probably high as fuck.â She assures, âHeâs probably too stoned to care.âÂ
âI canât believe youâre doing this to me.â You dramatically sigh, trudging towards the closed bedroom door. âI feel so betrayed right now.âÂ
âYouâre so dramatic,â Niki laughs. âHey, and since youâre going down there, get the big water bottles from the fridge and get those crab or prawn crackers from the pantry.â She adds, finding a perfect opportunity to stuff her face with snacks.Â
Although, Niki is underestimating how tired she really is, because the second she gets comfortable in bed â she will be out like a light. Niki has always been a quick sleeper, she claims itâs iron deficiency.Â
âYeah, yeah, alright.â You wave her off, mentally preparing yourself as you walk down those steps.Â
As you navigate towards the kitchen, thereâs music playing quietly from the TV in the dark living room. Rap, hip-hop, 21 Savage. And no doubt, thereâs Rintaro sitting on the couch, a weed pen between his lips as he sprawled out on the couch, the dim light from his laptop casting shadows on his face.Â
Lord knows what overdue assignment heâs working on, or how he can possibly be in the right state of mind to write a 2,800 word essay before the â extensions â deadline.Â
Still, he lays on the couch, inhaling that condensed form of THC. Wearing sweats and a flannel that has been â purposely â unbuttoned. The way he sees it, is if you can wear those little black shorts with the white rims, he can unbutton his flannel.Â
Now, never in a million years did he think heâd find himself attracted to you. Itâs not meant to be an insult, but after watching you go through the most unflattering, awkward, phases and being his little sister's best friend⌠this new change, of seeing who you are now hit him like a pile of bricks.Â
Besides itâs not fair to see you parade around in those clothes, unknowingly teasing him. The past couple days have been hell, a game of look but never touch. Youâve been connected at the hip with Niki, youâve been avoiding him.Â
Talking loudly about these random guys who looked âso fitâ at whatever party. Yeah, heâs heard those late night conversations youâve been having. Niki doesnât know how to close a door, and the walls are quite thin.Â
Rintaro just wants a little fun, he wants to poke the bear, he wants to mess with you. Nothing serious. Just something to keep him entertained, being home has been extremely boring, and the last thing he wants to do is hang around a bunch of high schoolers at parties.Â
His eyes glance up from his laptop screen, watching you like a fox, as you walk into the kitchen. He watches you as you grab that litre water bottle from the fridge, then dig into the pantry for those god awful prawn crackers.Â
Rintaro gets up from the couch and approaches you. This is his chance, his chance to have a little fun, to get into your head with some sadistic ploy that will now doubt keep you up at night. Nothing more than a little flirty comment.Â
âFun night?â He hums, catching you off guard as you hold the heavily inflated packet to your chest. âIt seems like you and Niki are out every day, how many parties could there possibly be?âÂ
âYou should know, you went through the same thing.â You comment, calmly, nonchalantly. You canât let him see that he gets to you in a way no one else does.Â
Rintaro is the type of guy who is attractive and knows it. Heâs cocky, and until now, barely gave you the time of day â or looked at you the way heâs doing now. Itâs obvious, itâs in his eyes, one of the main reasons youâve been avoiding him.Â
Heâs giving you the look that youâre no stranger to.Â
You know what heâs doing, and lord knows youâve played these exact same games in the last couple months. Nevertheless, that doesnât excuse the pick up of your heart, or the slight shake in your hands as you talk to him. Rintaro is a tall guy, heâs intimidating, and on top of it all, crazy attractive.Â
Anybody would be nervous.Â
Even you, with your big mouth and presented confidence.Â
âBut yeah, it was a good night.â You add, walking over to the counter to grab the bottle of water. You canât be gone for long, that would only raise questions from the very best friend who is waiting upstairs for her snacks.Â
Or so you think, at this moment, Niki is knocked out on her bed â late night scrolling on socials instantly sent her to sleep â as what was previously mentioned, Niki underestimated how tired she was.Â
âAnything interesting happen?â Rintaro asks, resting back against the countertop. âFrom what I heard Rina is about to get shunned from the friend group,â he teases.Â
âWell, she wouldnât have to worry about that if she had backed off.â You reply, âNever go for a friend's man, thatâs claimed territory.âÂ
âWhat about brothers?â He muses, âAre they off limits too?âÂ
You have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, that was corny. âYeah, Iâd say they are.â You nod, fighting back the temptation to playfully flirt back. âItâs worse if this brother is someone youâve known since you were thirteen.â You shrug.
âWell, if I could plead the case that the brother probably didnât want to push any boundaries before, and didnât see the sister's friend as a proper⌠prospect.â He says, âBesides, no fifteen-year-old would ever consider looking at someone younger. Thatâs weird.âÂ
âHow is it different now?â You question, âItâs still two years.âÂ
âEighteen is an appropriate age for a respectable gap of that size,â Rintaro hums. âItâs not like Iâll be playing on an illegal field either.â
ââIâllâ?â You repeat, âWhat are you implying Rintaro?âÂ
There you go, youâve caught him. May as well surrender and stop whatever heâs planning. A real shame though, youâd be lying if you say youâve never considered or thought about what itâd be like. Itâs just that, heâs your best friend's brother.Â
Sure, the song is a good escape and great material to think about, but itâs not something you actually ever considered pursuing. He makes you nervous, even talking to him now feels like a crime. And the fact that youâre flirting doesnât make the situation any better.Â
âIâm not implying anything,â he shrugs. âAnd I donât know what possibly drew you to that conclusion,â he says. âAre you implying something?âÂ
âWell, I donât see any reason for something to be implied.â You shake your head, âAll Iâm wondering is why you brought up the concept of brothers being off limits, as if anything like that has stopped you before.âÂ
âOh, wow, youâve got a sharp tongue.â Rintaro remarks, âFlirting with me, and patronising me at the same time. I have to say, Iâm impressed.âÂ
âThatâs nice, but I should get back to Niki.â You say, âYou know, your sister, my best friend, who is currently upstairs.â
âOh, come on, you and I both know that sheâd probably be knocked out in bed.â He comments, âStay down here for a while, I could use the company.âÂ
âI know what youâre doing, Rintaro.â You inform, âI see it in your eyes, and itâs not going to happen.âÂ
Heâs been looking at you as if youâre prey. And the alcohol still in your system makes it a lot easier to talk to him without stuttering over your words or getting flustered. His stare is probably the worst part about this whole interaction.Â
âWhat am I doing?â He asks.Â
Heâs failed to realise that itâs hard to play a player. If you were considering flirting back, itâd be sly. The small hand placements, comments, the simplest of looks that would trap him in. You have your system, and it works. It worked for Matsukawa and all his friends.Â
And it would have worked on Rintaro.Â
âYou know what youâre doing,â you hum. âNow, I will be heading back upstairs. Lord knows Iâm not drunk enough to betray my best friend.â
âAnd Iâm not high enough to not care about the consequences,â Rintaro shrugs. âDoesnât mean I still donât want to do it.â He takes a step closer to you, grabbing the items in your hand and places them down on the countertop.Â
âYou cannot be serious right now,â you shake your head. Sure, you knew that he was trying to play you, use you for a little entertainment, but you didnât actually think he was being serious. You didnât actually think heâd make a move.Â
And no, heâs not expecting anything to happen or to come from this. Heâs pushing his limits, seeing how far he can get until you end up running off. If anything, whatâs persuaded him to be so forward is the sight of that little gummy bear charm hanging from your necklace. That stupid pink charm that you and Niki got as a symbol of your friendship or whatever.
That stupid pink charm that dips down to the crevice of your chest â something he hasnât seen before, considering, in the past, theyâd always be hidden behind a hoodie or some unflattering t-shirt.Â
âIâm being serious,â he hums. Going along with some bit heâs come up with in his head. His fingers wrap around that little pink gummy bear as he plays with it.Â
âDonât do that, donât even try Rintaro.â You shut him down, looking up into those striking pair of eyes, âNiki is upstairs. What would she think if she came down here and saw this?â You question, swatting his hand away.Â
Curse your fucking loyalty.Â
Rintaro rolls his eyes, placing his hands on either side of you on the counter, trapping you between his arms. âNiki this, and Niki that. Sheâs not down here, is she?â He questions, âWhat if Niki wasnât a problem? Because, it seems like your only defence here is that sheâs upstairs.âÂ
âThatâs because she is,â you say. âI canât possibly encourage this type of⌠behaviour with you. Youâre her brother.âÂ
âWhat if I wasnât?â He hums, âWould you change your mind then?âÂ
âWill you let me go if I tell you?â You ask, wanting to get out of this situation before anything bad happens.Â
âYeah, I will.âÂ
You sigh, meeting his gaze. And the sight of looking down at you, the flash of darkness in your eyes, it all sends Suna off a ledge. This must be what happens when he pokes the bear. Thereâs something behind your eyes, something that fucking pulls him in. That has him thinking this isnât a joke, or a game anymore.Â
âIf you werenât my best friend's brother, then yes, I would change my mind.â You reply truthfully, âHonestly, if I were drunk enough, or bold enough, I would change my mind. Iâd even risk saying that if Niki werenât upstairs right now, Iâd change my mind.âÂ
âShe doesnât have to know,â Rintaro hums. âItâll be a temporary fix, nothing serious. No one has to know.â He composes himself, trying to steer the conversation back to his control. He canât show weakness.Â
He canât show how much he wants it now.Â
âAs much as I love temporary fixes,â you begin, âand the idea of sneaking around⌠I donât think itâs the best idea.â Now youâre teasing him, running your hands down his flannel. He canât poke the bear and not expect to get bitten.Â
You know you shouldnât be doing this, you know youâve been so back and forth, but you canât help but find some fun in this situation. Itâll be like one prolonged drum roll, an ellipsis, something which implies more but is never finished or reveals an ending.Â
âWell sometimes we have to be selfish,â he whispers. The tension building up in his veins, blood, and mind. âAnd the best ideas arenât always the smartest.â His hand moves to play with the ends of your shorts, the faint linger of his touch brushing against your thigh, up to your hips to the hem of your shorts.Â
âI shouldnât.â Correction, you shouldnât be the one to make the first move. If he wants this, he will make the first move â despite everything which was just said, you wonât stop him. Thereâs something electrifying about the light touches, the tension you helped escalate.Â
He wanted to play a game, and a game is what youâre giving him.Â
âYou shouldnât, but you can.â Rintaro mumbles, unbeknownst to the fact that youâve managed to have him wrapped around your finger in a matter of seconds â of playing dumb â due to the simple trick of making him feel wanted.Â
âLord knows I can, but what about Niki?âÂ
âShe can go fuck herself.â He says, immediately connecting his lips with yours in a heated kiss.Â
Kissing Rintaro is nothing like youâve experienced, kissing him is like daring to run over knives or fire, itâs a rush of adrenaline caused by a strike of lightning. Kissing him is like knowing youâre doing something bad, but itâs too addictive to pull away. His eyes close, hands firmly placing themselves on your hips.
Rintaro pulls you closer to him, your hands tangling themselves in his hair. He gives in, kissing you with a growing desperation, arms snaking around your waist. Mouths linking together in a mess, tongue slipping past.Â
He can taste the remnants of alcohol on your tongue, and you can smell the weed that has attached itself onto his clothes.Â
Heâs deep and urgent, pushed by the forces and temptation of a quick temporary fix, an illicit affair, and clandestine meeting. His hands travel down to your ass, underneath your shorts, holding the flesh in his hands.Â
His touch lingers down to your thighs, Rintaro lifts you up onto the counter. Your hands run down his bare chest, and he shudders at your touch. Cold fingertips trailing down his body, to then pull at the drawstrings of his sweats.Â
You know you shouldnât be doing this. You know that Niki could come downstairs at any moment and see the position youâre currently in; legs wrapped around her older brother, his hands exploring his body, learning every curve and crevice. Entangled together, connected by a messy kiss fueled by boredom, and frustration.Â
Out of breath and completely intoxicated by the moment. Sunaâs hand travels up, tugging down the tank top. Exposed to him, the chill of the night in the cold. He moves down, kissing your neck, throat, and the slope of your shoulders. Lips attaching themselves onto your chest, tongue placed flat against your nipple.
His breaths come in harder, faster. Your hands threaded in his hair, clinging to him in this ice-cold heat youâve been placed in. Pulling at the roots, bringing him back up to your lips. Sunaâs hand replaces his mouth, beginning to knead the flesh.
âWe shouldnât be doing this,â you breathe out. Heâs moving away from your lips, moving down to nibble and bite at the sensitive skin on your neck and jaw.Â
âBut it feels good doesnât it?â Rintaro hums against your neck, holding your body against his chest, trying to devour every piece of you he can. Loving the way you shudder at his touch, and the shortness of your breath. âI know you want me, because god knows, I want you. Itâs only one night princess.âÂ
He returns to hover over you, head tilted down as he uses his thumb and index finger to bring your chin up. Looking down at you with a sinful glint in his eyes, grinning at you like the devil. Almost obsessed with the seemingly innocent, wide eyed look in your eyes, slightly parted lips.Â
His thumb drags down your bottom lip, continuing to tilt your head up at him, keeping your gaze in place. âCome on, one night is not bad. Nothing is wrong with a little quick fix.âÂ
âWell, Iâd rather not risk my morals, and integrity for something quick.âÂ
A flame ignites behind those eyes, a quirk of his eyebrow. âWhatever you say,â he says. Rintaro hoists you off the counter, your legs wrapped around his torso, as he carries you towards the couches. He throws you down onto the cushions, wraps his fingers around the bundled up fabric of your tank top and pulls it over your head.Â
Then he drops down to his knees, in front of you. He tugs down your shorts along with your underwear, leaving you completely exposed on the couches. Rintaro pushes your legs apart, âKeep them open for me.â He smiles, pulling your body closer to his face.Â
His tongue darts out, lips enveloping themselves around your clit. He uses a free hand aiding the stimulation. Heâs devouring your cunt as if heâs never eaten before, as if heâs intoxicated by the feeling of the moment and the sinful act of going down on his younger sister's best friend out in the open on the couch.Â
Savouring your taste on his tongue, his fingers prodding your entrance.Â
Your back arches, throwing your head back. Chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, quiet and hushed whimpers escaping from your lips. One hand gripping onto the cushion behind you as the other pulls roughly on his hair. Hips bucking up, obsessed with the insatiable sensation of Rintaroâs tongue on your clit and fingers curling inside you.Â
Suna hooks your legs over his shoulders, diving deeper into your cunt. Willingly obliging to the fact youâre pushing him closer. At the twitch of your legs, Rintaro quickens his movements, wanting to milk you and push you towards your orgasm.Â
Whimpers and muffled moans, a strain of fuck, donât stop, although the most motivating of them all is the pretty sound of his name slipping off your tongue. âRin,â you say. A fire burning up in your abdomen, as he begins to leave a trail of sloppy kisses from your clit up to your stomach and chest.Â
In the absence of his tongue, his fingers move quickly against your clit â forceful movements â determined to have you reach your peak. Your hips jolt forward, lost in the haze of pleasure that succumbs you.Â
Eyes clenched shut and mouth agape, itâs a fucking sinful sight.Â
Suna reconnects his lips with yours in a sloppy makeout, drowning out your moans and taking them in as his own. A result of his fingers, youâre shivering under him, so needy and desperate. âGo on sweetheart,â he whispers. The pads of his fingers rubbing harshly against your sensitive clit.
Your nails dig into his back, forehead leaning against his shoulder as you feel yourself reach climax. âFuck, fuck, fuck,â breathing out, your body growing weak under his touch. Mind spinning from pleasure.Â
Strained whines, legs pushed back as he milks out your orgasm. Rintaro hovers over you, impressed by his own work and your finger and tongue fucked expression. He runs another finger through your folds, lapping up the cum and saliva.Â
Using his free hand, Suna grips the back of your head, tugging harshly at the roots of your hair as he forces you to look at him. Then forces his fingers past your lips and onto your tongue, âSuck.â He instructs. Reluctantly, your lips wrap around his fingers as he slowly pulls them from your mouth.Â
There you are, tired eyes, and completely vulnerable and exposed underneath hin. But the little smirk that appears on your lips. You sit up, pushing him back against the couch. Cocky as ever, Suna sits back, memorising the beautiful sight in front of him.Â
He watches you with lustful eyes as you work your way down his body, tugging down his sweats. Your hand wrapping around his dick, stroking it, pumping him. Rolling your wrist over the tip, milking out the precum.Â
âYou got a rubber?âÂ
âIâll pull out,âÂ
You shrug, placing a hand on his shoulders, pushing him down onto the couch and keeping him down. Lining his dick with your entrance, you lower yourself onto him. The sensation, and feeling, of your walls clenching around his dick sends him spiralling.Â
His head rolls back, hands reaching up to grip at your hips. You roll your hips, finding all the right places for you, and absolutely driving him insane. She begins to lift, setting up a steady rhythm. âOh, fuck, you little tease.â Suna breathes out.Â
He has laboured breaths at the irresistible and mind-fucking feeling of you taking him in all so well, your tight little cunt that sends him off the edge. Getting to have you all, without a barrier. The rise and fall of your hips, bouncing on top of him. A hand reaching up to your chest to grab a tit, a thumb running over your nipple.Â
You grab his wrist and pin it back behind his head, âNo touching.âÂ
âWeâll see about that,â he groans. Quickly changing your positions, flipping you around until you're face down on the couch. Suna lifts your hips up, pushing down on your back to create an arch. He keeps a hand on the back of your head. He pushes his dick inside, causing you to intake a sharp breath. âWhat was that sweetheart?â He teases.Â
A firm hand placed on the side of your ass, as thrust into you. A quiet âfuckâ sounds from his throat as he begins to fist your hair in his hand. He rolls his hips, roughly, forcefully pushing into you. Bottoming out to reach the deepest part of you.Â
Breath taken away from you, gripping onto the fabric of the couch. Back arching at an insane angle, âAh,â you moan. He snaps his hips forward again, feeling weak and heavy from the current position, and the consistent thrusts coming from Suna.Â
His movements become harsher, rougher, as he pounds into you. He pulls your head back by your hair, leans forward until his chest is placed against your back. Suna connects your lips in a roush kiss, biting down on your bottom lip.Â
Although, he quickly disappears again, lost in the moment. His hands gripping onto your hips as he pulls you to him, matching his thrusts. You begin to lose any ounce of strength left in your body, letting your upper body lay slack on the couch.Â
Suna lands a slap on your ass, kneading the flesh as he continues to thrust into you from behind. âOh, fuck,â he groans. âYou feel so good,â he hums, âfuck, I want to see your pretty fucked out face.âÂ
He pulls out, flips you around, hoisting your leg over his shoulder. He wraps a hand around your throat, basking in the way you grip onto his wrist. Looking at him with those half-lidded eyes, as he pushes into you. Loving the way your pussy sucks him in, loving the look of his dick moving in and out of your cunt.Â
He picks up the pace, eyes fixed on your chest and how they bounce given each forceful buck of his pelvis. âFaster,â you whimper, gripping onto his hair. âFuck me,â you plead.Â
Suna pounds into you with relentless speed, and under him youâre falling apart. Becoming nothing more than a limp body that had been taken over by an overwhelming amount of stimulation and force. With the growing pit in your loins growing incredibly, the heel of your foot digging into his back. Dark vision growing blurry, mind clouding â blocking any thought or action, temporarily blocking your senses as you started to reach your peak.
Your pussy clenching around his dick, it sends Rintaro off a spiral, and heâs threatening to break. Youâre close, so close, and all you need is one last push. His hips slam into you, body filling with pleasure as your orgasm rides out.
Suna quickly pulls out in time, cumming all over your stomach. He crashes down onto you, snaking an arm around your waist as he rests his head onto chest. Your hand brushing his hair, trying to regain your breath.Â
âSo, how long are you going to be in town for?â
ur suna fic was absolutely amazing and so well written <3 imy!
hihi! thank you sm <3
i've got like a bunch of unfinished drafts and whatnot that i can never bring myself to finish â but most recently i was working on a dark academia / fantasy au, which i think nobody wants, so it kinda fell through after 4k words of world building and introductions.
AMERICAN JESUS
PAIRING: suna rintarĹ x fem!reader
TAGS: alternate universe â gang world, smut, oral, flirty suna
WORD COUNT: 10k
Life always has a weird way of fucking you over.
Whether it be in the form of finding an injured member of a notorious gang near your apartment, or trading silence for safety, or how he pulls you into a complicated relationship which goes against integrity and... possibly laws.
mature content !
Life always has a weird way of fucking you over.
Not to say you haven't deserved half of the mandated karma â you haven't always been the best person, given the borderline psychopathic attempt of climbing to the top â but a break, or a nice surprise would be a great change in routines.
Whoever said success is a lonely road was, painfully, correct. To think that you spent your high school years working hard to get into an ivy league, spent those four years working at internships to make those desired connections people dream of!
Only to get out at the age of twenty-two and spend the next year as some glorified, under-paid, under appreciated, assistant. And no, that's not what the job description is supposed to entail, you're meant to be an associate â associates are not supposed to run around getting coffee â with the main purpose of developing your career and hopefully making partner in seven to ten years time.
Not to mention, since the city has unbelievable prices of living, you had to move to a neighbouring borough just for the possibility of having a studio apartment that isn't the size of a closet for the same price. Is it the most convenient?
No, not really, considering the fact the commute is over thirty-minutes and you have to go back and forth from work at unreasonable hours because your boss insists on bringing you to every little, insignificant meeting, or post-work drinks at nine at night â which is an excuse for the woman to spiral further into alcoholism â where you will inevitably end up carrying your boss back to her penthouse on the upper east side.
And no, it doesn't get better, because afterwards, after spending two hours at an expensive bar with the drunken, divorced, mess of a boss you have by the time she gets home safe, you're expected to deal with the city's delayed â and inconsistent â subway times at this ungodly hour and spend the next thirty-minutes in a train with rando's and sketchies.
Oh! No, that's not where it ends, because by the time you get off the subway, it's almost midnight, and you have to take a lovely â scary â ten-minute walk alone to your apartment, but walking anywhere at night is terrifying... Except for the rumour, or fact, that violence has been making its way around the borough, and according to new statistics â regarding the quarterly crime rate review â it's been looking a bit too stabby for your liking.
Now, this walk home is nothing different to how it is every day. You stride down the street with purpose, clutching your taser, and eerily aware of your surroundings. Although, remember how life always has a new way of fucking you over through some odd, irrelevant, way of testing your resilience?
This is one of those occasions.
Let's say it's not common for a man to be curled up in the small alley where residents keep their trash, but then again, crime rates have increased by a percentage that can make anyone uncomfortable â still, committing those types of crimes in a residential neighbourhood where people are simply trying to live their lives is ridiculous. Have some class.
Sure, as a law abiding citizen or natural samaritan would help, but no, not you. Living in a densely populated city means one thing, and one thing only, keep your head down. It's a game of see nothing, know nothing. Everyone minds their own business, that's how you stay safe and avoid danger â including scammers, or the random cult recruiters.
So, you intend on reaching for your keys to the front entrance of your small building, until you hear a small groan come from the neighbours dumpster alley. Sighing, you swallow your pride â and maybe your safety â holding your phone in one hand, and taser in another, and go over to look. The flashlight turned on, as you flash it on the curled up body.
You cannot see his face, but you instantly recognize the leather jacket and matching bandana. Of fucking course, out of everyone in the world, you happen to come across a member of a gang â as if this is some cruel joke from the universe. What do they call themselves? The Foxes? That awful group that parades around in black and maroon, with their emblem of a fox printed on leather jackets that they display for the world to see.
You're reluctant to step forward, maybe it's the threatening affiliation this guy has wound himself with, or the blood on his hands â literally and figuratively â as he grips onto the side of his stomach. The thing is, you've got a massive report to read over and playing doctor with someone is not on your list of side-quests â as it doesn't benefit your position, or reputability on the job any better. However, people are always watching, so if word were to magically get out that you saw a member of this notorious, tight-knit gang and ignored him, that could put a dangerous target on your back.
But, if you help him, you can probably lawyer your way into securing safety for your silence. You could exchange saving his life, for him, inevitably, saving yours in turn â ensuring that you're home, your spaces, where you are at all times is a no-go zone. Sure, that means turning your back on the entire legal system you've spent studying is thrown on the backburner, but you need to look out for yourself.
What is success if it means you've got strangers pinning a vendetta against you, and watching your every move before they strike? How could you ever reach partner if you get killed? How could you ever live with the benefits of making partner, if you get killed before you can exercise those benefits?
The short-term pride is not worth it if you don't get to brag about it... and silence for safety seems like the best option on the table. No one ever said that law always has to be good, it's unjust â at times â unfair and just as corrupt. Only ten percent of people who go into this job do it out of the good of their heart, the rest, the majority do it for the money and respect.
And it isn't part of your job description to be a good person, you're not a doctor. You didn't pledge to an oath about refraining from causing harm or hurt, or to act honestly and responsibility. No, you are conducting yourself with dignity and conscience â and as far as you care, freedom of speech and association still exists, and what you're doing isn't necessarily illegal unless you get recruited or actively participate in a crime.
And since when helping someone not die a crime? He's part of the Foxes, for christ sake. They can invoke power anywhere, he can potentially make you untouchable. You can live your life somewhat more peacefully if it means that safety is a guarantee. If you save one of them, they have no choice but to repay you. That's how the system works.
Sighing, you step closer, bending down to get a better look at him. Flashlight illuminating the severe wound on the side of his stomach, the blood surrounding his black top and his hands. "Fuck my life," you mutter. He's practically losing consciousness with every second, you doubt he's capable of standing up by himself, and there's no way you're going to attempt to fix him by a pile of trash.
So, you do what you can, gently lifting up his upper body, draping his arm around your shoulders as you begin to stand. God is he big, and getting him up the stairs will undoubtedly be a struggle. Still, as if on impulse, his feet start moving as you carry more than half of his weight towards the front door of your building, up the stairs to the second floor â where your apartment remains.
Forcefully, pushing open the door, you find all the strength in your body to lead him to the couch â internally crying at the stain that will taint the grey cushions â where he falls over and lays on his back. Absolutely winded, you walk into your bathroom, searching for that old â raggedy â first aid kit in the cupboards along with cotton balls and comically large band aids that you have no reason for owning.
God, it's as if this was planned, fucking written in the stars. Yes, you were meant to end up in this situation because you are one of the only people in the world who thought it'd be fun and convenient to own large band aids that can temporarily cover a stab wound. Good going!
Gathering all the materials in your hand, you walk over to the couch where he remains in limbo. Again, you're no medical professional, no, the most training you have consists of a short one hour life skills lesson and a topic on human physiology that was part of your biology course in high school. So, yes, you're a bit rusty â but that doesn't mean you're incompetent.
Kneeling down on the floor, scattering the items next to you on the floor, reaching for the cotton balls and bottle of disinfectant. But as your fingers graze over the skin on his torso to lift up his shirt, he flinches, and for the first time since running into him, you look at his face with an offended look on yours â as if he's able to see you through his shut eyelids.
He catches you off guard, the delicate and mesmerising features. Strong jaw, dark hair, furrowed eyebrows that mix in well with the discomfort he must be feeling. Yes, he's beautiful, but he's also bleeding out on your couch and part of an infamous gang that got himself stabbed. Letting out a frustrated, hmph, you lift up his shirt to examine the wound â as if you have any idea what you're doing.
First, you need to unarm him. You run your hands through the pockets of his cargos, pulling out a phone, wallet, and pocket knife, then dig through the pockets of his leather jacket finding nothing alarming.
Next, you cover your hands with latex gloves, then get to work. Letting the cotton balls absorb the disinfectant before running it along his skin, in which he finches in response. "Stop flinching, I'm helping you." You mutter, sure, maybe using water would be a better alternative than bathing him in on the shelf disinfectant, but water is not going to effectively clean him up.
You don't even know what you're doing, and your body, mind, even fucking adrenaline knows that by the way your hands shake. Do you need to stitch him up? You don't know how to suture a wound, you don't even know how to stitch! You don't even own string, yarn yes, but you doubt that sealing someone up with lilac yarn is the most sanitary or safe.
So, of course, you do the most reasonable thing and search it up, and given the short research it confirms that you don't have to do anything â then again, how many people get stabbed and don't receive certified medical attention?
Hands still shaking, you dive into the medical box, looking for antibiotic ointment. "I hate you, you know?" You begin speaking to yourself as you uncap the cream, "You're bleeding out on my couch. Is it a good couch? No, it is uncomfortable, and by the way your legs hand off the arm rests, it's not the biggest. But it's my couch, I found it on the street."
You apply the cream around the puncture, hearing his quiet groans and incoherent murmurs. After that, you reach for the band aid â or non-adherent pad as they call it â peeling off the back and gently placing it over the puncture. It's not a good replacement for proper medical care, but it will suffice until he manages to crawl his way back to wherever he lives and gets professionally treated.
"You better pay for a new couch, or a deep cleaning." You continue, beginning to pack up all your things before standing as you remove your gloves, and move to the kitchen to toss them out. "I have things to do, you know?" You say from the kitchen, washing your hands thoroughly.
That's partially a lie, the things you claim to have insist on reading a fucking brief or case while sitting on your couch watching something on Netflix â because cable is a waste of money â with one of many microwave meals stocking up your small white fridge. Still, this momentary distraction has moved those plans to tomorrow night. A Saturday night.
"I don't know who you are, or what your rank is in this stupid gang of yours, but I don't care." You continue your rant, grabbing a glass of water and pain-killers â placing them on the small cushioned ottoman, because who has the space to own a coffee table? â pacing back and forth in your apartment, where you can finally kick off your shoes by the front door and grab the purse you discarded by the small circular dining table next to the fridge. "I have work to do."
You storm towards your bedroom, dumping your purse on your bed and digging through it for your laptop and thick file, then you grab a highlighter sitting on the bedside table. And hopefully by the time he wakes up, you would have done something worthwhile and beneficial to your career.
So, yes, in conclusion, life always has a weird way of fucking you over.Â
An hour has passed since you fixed up the stranger who lays, practically comatose, on your couch. Since then, you've changed out your clothes, showered, and gone through at least fifteen pages of this case you're supposed to assist with and eventually write a report for. Sitting in bed, music softly plays through your laptop as you bite on the end of a highlighter, re-reading the same paragraph over and over again.
It's safe to say that your mind is a bit distracted, maybe it's the fact you're harbouring a criminal in your apartment, waiting for him to wake up and possibly kill you. The Foxes are notorious for many things, heists, robbery, petty murder, but particularly famous for the sale of illegal goods â whether it be drugs, or unlicensed arms â and you happen to have one sitting in your living room.
All for what? The fear of getting murdered? Having a target on your back? Trading integrity for safety? To be fair, those are all valid reasons why you've decided to take him in. You can call the police, turn him in, do greater good for the grand community. He's docile and helpless right now, you've searched him for weapons and you keep his belongings hostage on your bed. But, what are the cops going to do?
You hear a groan coming from the living room, and immediately shoot up from the bed, swinging your feet over the mattress and feeling them hit the cold wooden floors as you turn around to grab the baseball bat leaning against the mattress.
The first, and big thing he feels is pain. An unbearable type of pain on the side of his stomach. He places a hand over the plaster, expecting to feel blood or an infection, but jolts awake when he's proven wrong. He sits up, painfully, and scans the apartment for any sign that will tell him where he is. The messy decor of the room, the glass encased bookshelf that's filled to the brim with trinkets, novels, DVD's, CD's, and records. Behind him, on the wall are framed movie posters and paintings. Lamps, candles, and a full wall tapestry behind the tv. A plethora of coats and bags hanging on the door. So much clutter in this little living room.
He turns his gaze to the small kitchen, a shelf lined with snacks, spices, a bowl of onions and garlic, and a concerning amount of liquor. On the counter, are dishes, coloured pots and pans, empty jars. Whoever lives here loves their fair share of pink, grey, and light blue cups, bowls, and plates. They apparently also love their fair share of tea and instant chai latte mixes, and colourful string lights.
He has no idea where he is, or who happened to pick him up from the streets. All he knows is that he was ambushed by the Crows and left for dead, talk about sending a fucking message. Understandably, he turns his head to look behind him, where you stand holding a baseball bat to your side. He reaches for his pocket, where his knife always remains, only to feel nothing. You've disarmed him.
While he should be focusing on that thought. The logical sense that you must know who he is; hence why you've hidden all his belongings and why you're holding a baseball bat for defence, or the fact that you must've called the police by now. But no, his mind is focused on who you are, why you've brought him into your apartment to avoid death, and how those little shorts look on you. Those little black shorts, that tank top, and that big knitted cardigan.
So what if he's about to get arrested, he loves this sight.
"You brought me here?" He asks, watching the way you nod your head.
"You were bleeding out near a pile of trash, and while I considered leaving you for dead, I figured that I could get something out of saving your life." You explain nonchalantly, well as nonchalant as you can given that you've invited a known criminal into your house.
"Who do you work for?" He questions. There are always upcoming rivals or new recruits circling the scene, they love dirty work and favours â an eye for an eye â and will extort, abuse, and come up with the worst reparations. While you don't look threatening at all, especially in that little outfit, he can't underestimate you.
"Specter and Hastings, the law firm." You reply, causing him to laugh out of pure irony. Out of everyone he could have gotten entwined with, it had to be a lawyer. The universe really loves to play games on him, doesn't it?
"What do you want?" He sighs, "Names? Operations? You want me to snitch?" He'd rather die than rat out his friends, his family, just cuff him and take him down to the station because he's not speaking.
"No." You say, "I want safety." A flash of curiosity flashes across his face, allowing you to elaborate. "I want to make sure that wherever I go will be unharmed, untouched, or fall victim to whatever wars you guys get into. I want to be left out of danger, and never have to worry about getting followed home, mugged, or stabbed. I want the guarantee of safety... for my silence."
"What?"
"Is it so hard to understand?" You huff, "I save your life, you look out for mine. And in doing so, I will pretend that I didn't potentially break a law by not turning you in, I will turn a blind eye and ignore that tonight ever happened."
She's looking out for herself. He can't blame her. If anyone were to find out that she left him for dead, she would be a target. However, as someone whose job literally regards the law, you can't blame him for thinking you're hypocritical and maybe the slightest bit untrustworthy. If you can't even stick by your career, how can he expect you not to snitch on him?
"So?" You say, "Is that a good arrangement?"
"I can't guarantee anything sweetheart," he claims.
"Fine, then can you at least keep the stabbings out of this neighbourhood?" You question, "When I get home at night, I'd rather not come across another bloody body and risk getting more blood on my couch out of fear of being targeted."
That he can do. He can tell the guys to avoid this particular area, in exchange for a stranger â who happens to be a lawyer â that saved his life. Not to mention, you didn't call the cops, didn't turn him in, and you're supposedly open to turning a blind eye. In regards to the blood he got on your couch, he can easily fix that. He nods, "That I can do." There's no reason why he should deny anything, you already know he's part of the Foxes â that's the only reason you bothered saving him â and you are well aware about the culture and how no good deed goes without payment.
"Okay, great." You nod, resting the baseball bat against the frame, you've negotiated poorly, and your terms and conditions are promised to be met. Now, you can move along with your life. "Excuse me for a moment," you say, disappearing back into your bedroom to gather up all the things you took from his pockets.
In your short-lived absence, the man glances over at the painkillers and glass of water on the ottoman. He grabs the packet, reading the warning on the bottom half of the box that informs the users of the small percentage of codeine and its addictive properties, only to ignore it and swallows down the pill. It's drugstore painkillers, so of course, it's not going to be the strongest but when it kicks in, it'll help.
You return holding his things, hanging them to him before sitting on the curved back armchair next to the couch. You are unsure of what to do, or say to the brunette. You've never been put in a situation where a gang member is sitting in your apartment, wounded, and you've offered up your silence in turn of safety. Is it time for you to kick him out, or should you try to make conversation?
He, on the other hand, glances down at his phone, texting away to his friends about what happened and how he'll be back soon. There's no doubt that they're all mad about the situation, how he got ambushed by their rivals, and left by a pair of trash bags to bleed out. Though, it's not all that bad, he got saved by a pretty girl who graces him with skimpy shorts and a tank top that loves to plague his imagination. Better yet, this girl happens to be a lawyer, and if he plays his cards right, he can get a run down of loopholes and secure defence.
"So, do I get a name?" You ask, wrapping your cardigan closer around your body. "Or is that confidential? I'm not going to rat you out, I'm barely a lawyer, let alone a narc. And I need a solid ally in case anyone part of your... um, group ambushes me."
"We're allies now?"
"Are you going to give me a name or what?"
You've already seen his face, and he doubts you'll ever be able to say anything to the authorities without ratting yourself out in the process. Also, he's sure he's never going to see you again, or the maximalist, messy design of your apartment... including the row of CD's and records that you keep in that bookshelf despite being in the age of digital streaming.
"You can call me Rin," half a name, but one nonetheless. "Yeah, Rin is good, or Suna, whatever floats your boat." If he could, he'd try and leave, but he doubts he's in a good enough physical state to do so. Also, being stuck in an apartment with a pretty girl makes him want to stay even more. "Do I get a name from you?"
"No."
"Whatever you say sweetheart," Suna shrugs. "So... a lawyer, what made you go down that route?" He questions, wanting to get his mind off the unbearable ache in his body and sharp pain on his side, as he lays back down on the couch. Might as well get some information on you while he's here.
"I'm doing it for the money." You reply, crossing one leg over the other â unaware of how his eyes follow your movements â as you lean back against the seat, finding some sort of strange comfort in talking to a criminal. "I'm an associate, and in ten years I hope to make partner and move out of this place to somewhere closer to my job. I'm aiming for an apartment on the upper east side, maybe west."
"Is that all?" He hums, watching as you glare at him, "Just for the money?"
"Isn't that why we do anything?" You remark, "For the money, so we can sustain ourselves and live. And it's not like I'm doing court law, or criminal justice, I'm mainly interested in business law â contract and tort law â which is what my firm focuses on, including divorce law, because that's where all the money is."
"So, you're just a lawyer who conveniently knows how to bandage up a wound and goes around saving gang members?" Suna comments, "Oh, and how can I forget the whole trading a life thing for safety."
"Well, it's better than running around on the streets causing havoc." You retort, "Besides, becoming a lawyer is in my blood, meaning both my parents are lawyers and I was told as a young girl that I'd be a good one. Whether or not that was a compliment, can be debated. It's a stable career, a respectable one, and once I move up the ranks, I'll be able to order myself town cars."
"And law is something you really want to do?"
You're quiet for a moment before getting up to walk to your kitchen to brew yourself a cup of tea, "Yes. It is. I don't see what else I could do; the arts are a dying career where only one in a million makes a name for themselves, I don't plan on being the next big entrepreneur, and I hated biology and anything medical." You flip on the kettle, hearing it begin to boil as you dig through your tea bags. "Besides, law seemed easy enough, and there's nothing wrong with sitting through prenuptial meetings."
Suna feels a lot better about getting trapped with a lawyer now. He was initially scared of getting trapped with a potential narc with a six-foot pole up their ass, but you, you're just like every other sleazebag lawyer who's in it for the money. It's refreshing.
"Yeah, and I guess there's that whole thing of justice, but I don't even work in that field." You continue, "The justice system is fucked up anyway, and why would I want to contribute to that? I mean, I could get an innocent life out of prison but then again, I could fuck up and let a guilty person run free or risk them getting a reduced sentence. But, I don't work in that type of field, I just praise the people who do."
You wait for the kettle to finish boiling, and once it does, you pour the water into your mug, adding in honey or sugar into the mix before walking back to the living room. Not before grabbing a bag of chips from your shelf, tossing it at him. He is a guest, can't be that rude.
Reluctantly, Suna accepts it. He hasn't been around you long, but the way you've abandoned your baseball bat and returned all his belongings must mean you don't see him as that big of a threat. Well, how could you? You saw him at his weakest, and he hasn't given you a reason to be afraid... or he hopes he hasn't. Additionally, you're not that much of a threat either, you're smart enough to get through law school, attend an ivy, and work as an associate at a well-known firm in the city. And while he doesn't see much of what you do in your private life, he can see the few small framed photographs on the lamp tables next to him.
He can see you partying with friends, clearly drunk at the time when the photograph was taken, which must mean that you do know how to have fun in whatever spare time you have. Also, your refusal to give him a name eliminates the idea of him ever searching you up online. Meaning, whatever worries he's supposed to have can easily be debunked.
"So, what exactly is your role?" You ask.
"I work in the background, I help plan out whatever, I stay on guard, I'm there to protect them." He explains as vaguely as he can, not wanting to give the gorey details of his role or job description. By the way you nod, it's clear you accept that fact since you don't bat an eye or demand an explanation. Both of you know that the less you know the better. "Are you not scared of me?"
You can't blame him for wondering. Usually, you'd be terrified or the slightest bit frightened, but enough has happened tonight to make talking to a criminal the most normal thing. However, he's not exactly the worst presence. Sure, you can see the way he's looking at you, feel his gaze burn into your skin, how they trail up and down your body â and while it gets a piece of your heart racing, at least you know that he isn't planning on harming you.
"No." You shake your head, "I mean, you probably would scare me if I were to be walking alone on the street at this time of night, and I would definitely be terrified if you happened to be with all your friends. But you're alone, in my apartment, I can see your face, and you're wounded. You can't hurt me, at this point in time, I'm a lot stronger than you."
Unfortunately, you make a good point. He doubts he can walk comfortably, let alone act as a proper threat. "Right, of course," he hums, noticing the obvious blood stain on your couch. "Sorry about that, sweetheart." He comments, "I'll get you a new couch."
"Good," you say, biting back a smile. "I'd prefer one in cream, or even this light grey. In terms of style, I'd like one with a wider back and comfy cushions â like a cloud couch â if you can find one that will fit this apartment, that'd be great."
Suna's lips twitch up in a smile as he listens to you give him a detailed description, you avoid his eyes, staring down at the steam coming out of your mug. He tries to sit up to get your attention before it fades away â and for the act of dramatics, he lets out an exaggerated groan, which causes you to rush towards him â you place your mug on the lamp table behind you and crawl onto the floor in front of him.
You push him back down onto the couch, the force being more painful than when he tried to get up, you lift his shirt up to examine the damage you poorly tried to cover up, it looks fine physically, but you can't imagine what he's feeling. "I can't do much, as I said, I'm not a licensed medical professional." You say, moving down his stained shirt. Your touch ignites a trail of flames along his abdomen that takes all his willpower to fight.
"At least, I'm alive and not curled up by a pile of trash." He remarks.
"Yeah, but who's to say that's going to happen again?" You question, "Next time you get into a situation like this, I can't guarantee that someone will be there to patch you up in time."
"If it's not you patching me up, I don't want to live."
"Oh," you say, surprised, backing up from him. "Well, that doesn't give you an excuse to show up to my doorstep all bloody if it does end up happening again."
It has been a week since you've seen Suna.
Last friday you were nursing a gang member back to life with the promise of safety for silence, and a new couch â both of which you aren't sure you're going to get anytime soon. Instead, you still clutch your taser while you walk home, and you've done your best to wash the stain on the couch cushion. However, nothing is getting rid of that disgusting, faded stain, so you've opted to flip it over and hope time will make you forget.
The individual lamps and overhead lights illuminate the apartment, the candles flames are burningâ casting a mixed scent of florals, vanilla, and lavender â creating the perfect ambiance for a Friday night in.
You sigh, collecting a mountain of rice â from your ready-made curry â on your spoon, curled up on your couch, gaze fixed on the television that plays an old show you were obsessed with in your teens. Beside you, is a glass of wine filled with ice cubes, and the bottle is placed on the floor awaiting refill. What else is there for you to do than stay home on a Friday night?
"Previously on Pretty Little Liars," you hear play through the speakers, shoving a mountain of food into your mouth, "It's Monaâ Hanna won so Mona loses..."
You sink down into the couch, suddenly engrossed in the recap. It's been a while since you've had time to catch up on television, so the recaps serve a well-needed purpose to remind you of the over-the-top drama and plethora of plotholes. There is nothing better than unwinding after a long, long, week at work. Grabbing the wine glass, ice cubes clinking as you bring the drink up to your lips.
It's an odd combination, putting ice cubes in wineâ that's unheard of â but you don't mind the diluted taste, also, you aren't the biggest fan of wine, it just seemed classier than making yourself a sad looking cocktail. Though, given the fact you're watching one of the more questionable teen mystery dramas, wine with ice does not seem like the worst situation.
You could have easily gone out, but all your friends are all too tired to go out, and drinks at bars are far too expensive. And let's be honest, going out by yourself is possibly one of the most depressing things a person could do, also that would mean walking home by yourself intoxicated. Obviously, that's not the smartest or safest decision, given the current rise in crime.
Engrossed in the show, absentmindedly feeding yourself until you're scraping the plastic container with your spoon picking up scraps. Sighing, you slide off the sofa, dragging your feet towards the kitchen where you toss out the empty container and dump your spoon into the sink. Half of your attention is still focused on the television, not wanting to miss anything going on.
Drifting back towards the couch, leaning against the armrest as you refill your wine glass, bringing the bitter alcohol to your lips and tasting it on your tongue. This will be your second glass of the night, the first glass came and went as quickly as the previous episode did.
A loud knock on the door sounds throughout the apartment, causing you to choke on your drink. Frightened, you place the glass down on the lamp table, pushing yourself away from the couch as cautiously and quietly as you can. Walking on your tiptoes back to the kitchen, reaching into a drawer for a knife.
Of course you're not going to open the door, you're not stupid. You're simply going to sit against it, clutching the knife until whoever is on the other side goes away... like a responsible, intelligent, adult. It could be someone with the wrong address, despite how persistent they are on knocking. And no criminal would think of knocking either!
Maybe you should turn off the television, give the illusion that no is home, or alternatively, you could turn the volume all the way up and drown out the sound of their fist pounding against wood. Nevertheless, hiding out in front of this door with a knife seems like the safest option. If things go wrong, and the intruder does break in, you can stab them and leave their body on the street.
Crime isn't news around this area, unfortunate things occur all the time! And the police, being police, won't bother stepping in. It's an accidental murder in a bad part of town, or another victim to gang violence, they won't bother finding out it was a kitchen knife that caused the death. Morally, will it crush you? Yes. It will.
You lean back against the door, the continuous knocks do not falter... Until they do, you hear them rest their head against the wood. Maybe they've finally given up. Slowly, you get up from the floor, the faint noise of police sirens flying by. You backpedal until your back hits the counter, reluctantly, you place the knife on the surface behind you.
Heart racing in your chest, then you hear it. You hear him. "Sweetheart, open the door." His voice is muffled, but a simple piece of wood is not going to hide the exhaustion lacing his tone. "Please," he adds.
You hope that your home isn't the new hideout for gang members running from the police, but you can't stop yourself from quickly striding towards the front door and swinging it open. "Oh my god," you gasp, catching him in your arms before he plummets onto the floor. Stumbling back, you quickly catch your balance and drop him on the couch â the same way you did last week â where he falls back, arms resting on the back cushions.
Apparently, Suna has taken an involuntary liking towards you and insists on showing up outside your apartment, and door every time he gets hurt. At least, this time around, he's not shot, stabbed, or badly wounded, he just looks a little... beat up. Busted lip, and black eye that's beginning to form. You know this is not the time, but god does he look so good.
Lord knows what he's gotten himself into, why he's bruised or why out of all the places he could run, he ran here... to you. What happened? Why is he suddenly out of breath, unable to stand, and exhausted on your couch? You climb over him, straddling his lap, and grab his face between your fingers, forcing him to look at you. "What the hell have you gotten yourself into?" You huff, slapping the side of his face to jolt him awake, "This is no time for a nap Rin, you need to tell me what happened."
Even in this dazed state of mind, even after running five blocks, being chased by both the police and the Crows as a distraction while his team can get away. Getting cornered, beat up (not as bad as the others), picking the lock to get into your building, then running up the stairs, and waiting for you to let him in. He can still appreciate the sight in front of him, including those shorts, his hands running up your thighs, leaning his head back while his lips turn up into a smirk.
"Sorry, sweetheart, I had to run, and believe it or not, this is the safest place for me." He mutters, sitting up to lean in close to you. "And I know you won't refuse me," he hums. Suna's breath is hot against yours, his touch running up and down your thighs setting a fire to burn and a shiver to involuntarily run down your spine. He kicks off his shoes, opting to make himself comfortable on your couch.
"This is not your safe haven," you scoff, pressing a hand flat on his chest to push him back from you as you climb off his lap. You storm over to the kitchen, opening the small freezer hatch on your fridge to pull out a frozen bag of peas for his eye. Sure, it's not your job to care for him, but you can't help doing it â as if it has been engraved in your memory after one experience. You toss the frozen peas at him, which he luckily knows what they're for. "I did you a favour, which you have yet to return, by the way."
He holds the frozen bag of peas up to his eye, this is not the warm welcome he's been expecting, and for your information he has kept up one side of his deal. He has kept your street a no-go zone, and he has been making sure that you are safe. Sure, his methods are a bit stalkerish, he's been trailing you to and from work â lurking from the shadows and wiping out any potential threats that come your way. In terms of the new couch... he's working on it.
"Don't tell me that you're running from the police," you say, beginning to pace back and forth in your living room. "What do you think you're doing?" You exclaim, "You can't keep coming here to hide from the police! Do they know what you look like? Do they know that you came here? Do you know that my entire career can be ruined?"
"Calm down sweetheart," Suna hums. "No one knows I'm here, you're fine. And speaking of the police... yeah, I'm running from them, but I managed to get away through a couple short cuts. Trust me, you're safe." He stands from the couch, one long stride taken to reach you, his hands running down your arms in a somewhat reassuring manner. With one hand tilting up your chin, "And I wanted to see you."
His eyes are mesmerising, a perfect combination of green, yellow, and grey. It's hard to not melt under their gaze. Your hand wraps around his wrist, moving his touch away from your face before turning on your heel to walk towards your bedroom. He hates to see you leave, but he loves to watch you walk away. Maybe this is the universe repaying him for almost dying, it sent an angel in the form of you.
"Wanted to see me," you mutter to yourself, packing up the mess on your bed. The files, loose papers, highlighters, notes, and your laptop. You move them to sit on your cluttered vanity. "As flattering as that is," you continue, "I'd rather you come see me when you're not running from law enforcement. You owe me."
"Sorry to add insult to injury, but I was wondering if I could camp out here for the night?" Suna asks, leaning against the doorframe of your room. He knows you're not going to deny him refuge, whether you want to admit it or not. You don't have it in your heart to leave him out in the rain. Even if you want him gone, he's not going to leave. He's never been that good at taking hints â hence the black eye and busted lip. "Just for the night."
"One night." You sigh, "Only if â" there's always a catch "â you avoid robbing my bank, and stay clear of where I work, and make sure that everyone knows that. And no more attracting police to this side of town," you list. "And if you're going to stay here frequently, I'm going to need some sort of compensation."
"Is that all?"
"Yes." You nod, "now," you begin pushing the brunette back into the living room and onto the couch. Since he's here, may as well check up on how that old stab wound is going. You force him down onto the sofa, his back hitting the cushions â the wind escaping his lungs â as you lift up his shirt. There's still a nasty cut that's bound to turn into an even worse scar, but at least it's healing correctly.
"You sure are quite aggressive," he comments, propping his head up with his hands as he looks up at you. "I don't mind, kinda like it." He purrs, softly laughing at the way you pull his shirt back down and storm up off the ground, grabbing your wine glass and downing the rest of the contents. "I was just teasing babe, no need to overreact."
"Are you aware that you're an idiot?" You comment, placing your glass and the wine bottle on the kitchen counter.
"Do you like that I'm an idiot?" He retorts. He's got a bit of a little infatuation with you. A hot shot associate with a morally grey high ground, and a weakness for criminals like him. It is not everyday a pretty normal girl like you fixes him up and lets him into the apartment while he's running from the cops.
"The same way I like how I continuously find myself harbouring a fugitive." You reply, "It could be better. And can you please either use the frozen peas or put them back in the freezer."
You have better things to do! Sure, the situation could be worse. At least Suna is decent to look at, and he's alright company who doesn't want to kill you, and you have felt the slightest bit safer on your walks to and from work. Though, it's not like you're thrilled to have him in your apartment.
He gets up from the couch, places the peas back where they belong, then slides in next to you. He grabs the wine bottle, taking a swig from the bottle. You watch him intently, the way his Adam's apple moves, the beginning traces of a bruise forming around his eye, and the cut on his lip. He still wears that stupid leather jacket, but at least there's no blood on his hands, legs, or torso. Suna glances at you from the corner of his eye, holding the bottle firmly in his hand, "Take a picture. It lasts longer."
"I would," you say, "but that would mean proving a direct affiliation with you. And lord knows if you ever get caught, I'd rather die than testify in court and risk losing all respect I have in this industry."
"I get it," he shrugs, "I'm bad news, but that doesn't mean I'm necessarily a bad person. I mean, you make money off people's brokens marriages, shouldn't that equate to something? I think that we both do bad things, but we're not bad people."
"Comparing me to you is a low blow," you snort. "That's like comparing apples and oranges."
"They're both fruit aren't they? They both grow on trees, they both make juice." Suna argues, "One is sure, significantly better than the other, but that all depends on personal preference."
You meet his eyes, seeing nothing other than the greyish-green hues. He's got that tough exterior that can draw any girl toward him â including you â the danger that people write about, the allure and flirty personality that makes him less of an asshole and more human. He is the fallen angel that the universe sent to you as a form of twisted karma and dilemma of morals that cross a line. He's beautiful, prideful, a criminal, but has got a strong sense of loyalty and protection. Why else will he make himself the scapegoat to every situation?
"Yeah, well, anyone with a brain can tell who's the better one of the both of us."
"If this is about breaking the law," he says, placing the bottle down on the counter. He steps in front of you, trapping you between his arms, pushing you back against the counter as his body presses against yours. "You're breaking a lot by being here with me, hiding me from the law, trading silence for safety, I'm sure there's something in the constitution that you've broken by not turning me in." He lowers his voice, dipping his head down to yours, "I'm sure if I string enough together, you can be charged with aiding and abetting."
"That's one thing out of the many covering your roster."
He bends down, lips brushing against your own. Heart pounding against your chest. He's so close. Remnants of his cologne fill your senses; oak, wood, musk, sweet amber, cardamom, raspberry. He's addictive in all the ways he shouldn't be. A real fallen angel. Beautiful, perfect, but dangerous, treacherous, and duplicitous. But what does that make you? You're addicting, the light in his dark tunnel, his bittersweet obsession that he cannot indulge in.
"You don't care." He rasps, "If you did, you would have kicked me out. You like me, you like having a dirty little secret, you fucking revel in it."
You don't respond, verbally that is. You break the small gap between the two of you. He reciprocates the action, deepens the kiss, presses you further back against the counter. A hand gripping your hip, while the other travels up your neck, holding under your jaw tight between his fingers. His body against yours, fingers wrapping around the belt loops of his jeans trying desperately to pull him closer. It's messy, driven, and lustful.
Your hands travel under his shirt, feeling the burning skin and the shiver that runs down his spine. The hand he has on your hips, his fingers dig harder into your side while the one around your neck shifts to the nape, reaching up to tug at the roots of your hair. The throaty moan that he elicits from you sends him into overdrive, fuck you're addictive. He wants you, so bad. He needs you.
Palms placed flat on his stomach you step forward, pushing him back onto the couch. He takes in the sight of you, standing over him in those little shorts and tank top that hugs your body so well. You climb on top of him, straddling his lap, and his hands instinctively run up the back of your thighs, sliding under your shorts. Rough hands making themselves comfortable, holding the flesh in his hands, squeezing hard as he helps you grind down onto him. He's hard as a fucking rock, and your moving against him so needy. The friction against your clit, slow and tortuous, small whimpers and staggered breaths that Suna swallows.
Your hands move to move the leather jacket off his body, which he tosses across the living room, leaving him in a black muscle tee that shows off all the hidden, scattered tattoos on his arms you've never had the pleasure of seeing. His fingers grab the front of your tank top, tugging down the fabric to expose you to him. His cold hand cupping your tit, the pad of his thumb running over a hardened nipple as goosebumps scatter down your body and you press down further into the bulge in his jeans.
"Fuck," he groans at your reaction, breaking away from your lips to kiss down your jaw, neck, collarbones, before his lips wrap around your chest. His tongue pressing against you, teeth grazing your skin, while his hand continues to work and massage against the other.
Your back arches, hands tangling themselves in his brown hair, continuously grinding against him as his leaves scatter hickey across your chest. "Sweetheart, you're killing me." He murmurs, reconnecting your lips together. You hum against him, lifting your arms in the air as he pulls off your top, throwing it across your apartment before he does the same with his shirt.
You begin to kiss down his chest, his torso, his stomach, falling down to the floor in front of him â between his legs â as you undo his belt. Suna's eyes fixed on you, the sweetly dangerous glimmer in your eyes as you unbutton and unzip his jeans. He lips his hips, allowing you to pull them down â jeans and briefs â letting his clothes drop to the floor. He shudders the second your hand wraps around his dick, head dropping back and hands gripping onto your hair.
Wrapping your lips around the sensitive tip, you tease the spot hearing desperate whimpers escape his throat. Tongue flat against him, head beginning to bob back and forth, cheeks hollowing out as you literally suck the soul out of him. The salty taste of pre-cum on your tongue, his hands firmly entwined in your hair as he lets out a strain of whimpers, bucking his hips up, controlling your movements making you take him deeper in your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly.
Tears begin to prickle in your eyes. Head moving back and forth at a faster pace, his hands knotted in your hair as he takes control, fucking your mouth. Looking up through teary eyes, laying eyes on a sinful sight. His abdomen flexing, head thrown back, eyes shut, and Adam's apple moving at every repressed whimper and moan. You grip onto his thighs as he increases his pace.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Breathless moans coming out in repeated pleas that chase a high. He's so close, impatient, and seeking a heavy and desperate release. "Just like that baby, keep going."
You don't stop, you continue as a mess of fallen tears, pre-cum and saliva. You can't breathe, throat filled with his cock. He fucks your throat, using you for pleasure. He fucks your mouth, swollen head hitting the back of your throat, shuddering as you to swallow or gasp for air. You feel his dick twitch, and in seconds a hot load is shot down your throat and his grip on you loosens. You swallow down his cum, tongue and lips cleaning him up. Once, your lips remove themselves from his cock, he wastes no time to pull you up and reconnect your lips, tasting him on your tongue. You stand from your knees, and he pulls down your shorts along with the simple black panties, then pulls you down onto the couch, laying you on your back.
He hovers over you, hand wrapping itself around your throat as he kisses you. The other, spreads your leg, calloused rough fingers pressing against your cunt. Using the arousal to rub against your clit, a harsh play of light and rough. Fingers pressing hard against your clit, causing a strained moan to sound through the living room, he rubs against the bud. Playing between teasing movements, to forceful mechanisms. He's fast and slow, teasing you, edging you.
"Rin," you muster out, biting down on his lip which pushes him to give you what you need. Working his fingers swiftly, skillfully, roughly against your clit. You squirm beneath him, he's vicious against you, his free hand kneading your tit in a hard grasp. "Fuck, Rin." You moan, chest rising and falling, as he quickens his pace. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you grip onto the armrest of the couch, mouth agape.
Legs twitching, as he brings you to an insatiable climax. His fingers are covered in your slick. He brings them up to his mouth, getting a taste of what he's missing out of. He doesn't waste time, wrapping your legs around his shoulders before he buries himself in your cunt. Lips wrapping themselves around your clit, sucking on it, his tongue moving at a rapid pace. He feels how sensitive you are. Fingers digging into your thighs, sucking your clit into his mouth.
You're a mess, a writhing, mess. And the way he looks up at you through half lidded eyes, buried between your thighs. You sink your hands into his hair, looking for something to hold onto. A groan rumbles in his throat, sending you farther over the edge. He increases his pace, devouring you like a starved man who hasn't eaten in years. He's pushing you over the edge, your heels digging into his back, pulling at his hair, forcing him deeper into you.
To add fuel to the fire, he thrusts two fingers inside you, curling into your sweet spot that has you bucking your hips into his mouth. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, perfectly matching the pace of his tongue. He continues until he feels you come undone, pleasure and heat clouding your vision as he pulls away from you. He examines the sight, leaning in close to you.
"I need to feel you." He pleads, the blood already rushing back to his dick, "I need you sweetheart."
You nod, "Please." Whispering, "It's fine, I'm on the pill." You reassure.
He almost collapses right there and then, letting out a whimper as he slides into you. Feeling you raw and whole, he's going crazy, losing his mind at the way you suck him in. Your walls around his dick, warm and so good that he could come right there and then. His find is spinning, he's going absolutely feral over being in you. He slowly moves out, before bottoming out, stealing your breath in the process. That's all he needed, the feeling of having you grip around him.
Suna thrusts into you, picking up a faster speed and your ragged breaths urging him on. He revels in the way your tits bounce, his movements causing the sinful shake of your body. Your nails digging into his back, scratching the skin. If he could save this as a permanent memory in his mind, he would, and he'd replay it over and over again in his dreams. He bottoms out, rolling his hips each time he does so, thrusting in and out at a faster speed and pace.
He then pulls out, the lack of touch jolting you back from your daze, only for him to flip you over onto your stomach, harsh grip on your hips as he lifts your ass in the air. He grips onto the flesh, holding it in his palms while he tugs them towards him in a big thrust. You let out a moan, face buried into the couch cushions, as he pounds into you.
Dick reaches deep into your cunt, watches you shake under him, the couch shakes, and the lamps shake. He holds both your wrists in his hands, pinning them behind your back, as he pushes himself faster, rougher, crazier than he did before. The sound of skin slapping on skin echoing throughout the apartment, mixed in with your strained whimpers and his throaty groans. "You like this?" He mutters.
This is so much better than he imagined. All the nights he spent with his hand wrapped around his dick in the shower and in bed. The thought of you crumbling beneath him, moaning out his name, becoming nothing but putty underneath him. The thought of him pounding into you relentlessly, feeling you bare and raw, the way your walls wrap around his cock. Imagination never could have prepared him for this, it's so much better than he imagined.
You're so wet around him. He fucks into you, in and out so quickly that you can't even grasp onto the feeling despite your cunt quivering and tightening around him every time he fills you. He lands a hard slap on your ass, only to rub over the red spot, roughly massaging and kneading the flesh. Suna continues to go harder, faster, more feral, moving both your hips to meet. Back is arched and he pushes you further down into the cushions, if that's even possible.
"You're no saint sweetheart," his hips stuttering, "you fucking love getting fucked dirty by a criminal." He rasps, tugging you up by your arms, whispers close to your ear sending a shiver down your spine. "Tell me how much you love it," he instructs. "Go on."
"I love it." You breathe out. Suna forcefully pushes you back down onto the couch, harshly pounding into you, "Fuck, so good."
"No one's ever gonna fuck you as good as I will. I'm going to make you mine, I'm going to corrupt you, I'll protect you." His voice falters at the feeling of you tightening around him, his cock twitching in response. "Fuck, you're mine. Mine only, and I'll fucking kill anyone who comes near you."
You listen to him, losing all sense of strength in your body. You're so close, he knows you are. "Rin, please keep going, I'm so close." You whimper, and he endures, picking up his pace and pushing into you faster, deeper, and harder until you become a limp mess, tightening around him, giving him the greenlight to release.
He cums inside you, white liquid filling you and dripping out as he pulls out. Your hips fall to the couch, as you flip over in time for him to collapse on top of you. If you didn't need a new couch before, you definitely need one now. His arms wrap under your body, he lays between your legs, head resting on your rising and falling chest, hearing your heartbeat in his ears. You brush your fingers through his hair.
He meant what he said. You're his, and he will fucking kill anyone who comes near you.Â
ONE NIGHT
PAIRING: suna rintarou x afab!reader (she/her pronouns)
TAGS: smut + a little choking (but honestly ur just gonna have to read this ig)
WORD COUNT: 2.4k
mature content !
There you are.Â
Standing across the room, eyes locked with his, practically teasing him as you dance with the blonde whose hands are planted firmly on your hips and your head rested back on his shoulder. Your gaze saying a million desires and words all meant to be kept secrets between the walls.Â
And all he sees is a glowing vixen that he cannot wait to tame.Â
Placing his drink down at the bar, Suna leaves the girl chatting his ear off before making his way to you. The crowd parted in his way as if it sensed the dark presence of the brunette which stood among them. His casual strides narrowed gaze and resting smirk not faltering as Suna tapped on the blondeâs shoulder, âI think sheâs bored, how about you let someone else entertain her?â He says, pushing the other out the way without another word.Â
Sunaâs touch lighting fires in your body, the intoxicating feeling instantly clouding your mind as your hand reaches up to the nape of his neck where your fingers begin to entangle themselves in his hair. His hands placed on your hips, pulling you closer to him, looking up into his stare. Even in the dimly lit light of the club, you can vividly see the piercing colour of his green eyes. Theyâre enticing, and magnetic, refusing to let you look away.Â
You pull his face closer to you, the lingering scent of alcohol and aftershave filling your senses as you breathe him in. Lips ghosting over each other, glancing up at him, noticing the tainted tint in his pupils â one that screamed danger, and a glimpse of insanity â which you ignored for the pros seemed to heavily outweigh the cons.Â
Closing the gap between you, a hand fists his button-up, showing him just how desperate you are for him. Suna tastes the fruity cherry kirsch on your tongue, the mix of red bull and vodka smeared in with your lipgloss that had begun to wipe away throughout the night. His ring laced hand reaches up to the roots of your hair, gripping tightly as he tilts your head back, deepening the lustful action, his tongue slipping into your mouth within seconds.Â
The kiss, becoming a heated make-out, messy and rough. A hand reaching down to knead the plush flesh of your ass, Suna begins to break apart from your lips, trailing down your jaw to your neck before leaning in close to your ear. Hot breath on your skin, his touch tracing your jaw to your chin.Â
âHow about we go back to my place?â He says, moving to stand beside you with a hand placed on the small of your back. You turn your head, the corner of your lips turning up.
âIâd like that,â hooking a finger around the chain on his neck as you pull Suna away from the crowd and to the exit of the building. The simple action manages to drive him wild, almost animalistic, the urge of wanting to claim you as his quickly blurring his vision. You push open the door, exiting the stuffy club and out into the cool night street.Â
Spinning around, you are gently pushed up against the brick wall behind you. Suna towering over, with a hand placed on either side, trapping you between him. The glowing of his eyes in the night resembles one of a predator looking down at their prey, ready to pounce and kill for their meal. âAre you so impatient that you canât wait?â You tease, playing with the buttons on his shirt, slowly â yet surely â undoing the first couple in the process.
âWhatâs your name?â He asks, wanting to remember the name of the pretty girl who caught his eye at a dinghy club. If youâre going to be a good fuck, he wants to know who to look out for in the future.Â
â[Y/N],â you respond.Â
âDo you not have a last name?â Suna says, dipping his head down to be at a similar level to yours.
âI do.â You tell, âBut, I would be a lot less⌠reluctant if I knew who you are too. This goes both ways babe.âÂ
âRintarou Suna.â He says, his voice deep and sending a shiver to run down your spine, the world around you going black as a red light shines over his back. âAnd now, Iâm going to ask again, whatâs your name?âÂ
You didnât understand why it was so important for him to get your name and surname, but one thing you were sure of was that you were not going to ask. â[Y/N] [L/N],â you answer. âDo you want my entire life story too Rintarou?â Teasing him, your fingers reaching up to brush at his fringe. âOr can we go back to your place instead?âÂ
Suna, amused by how direct you are, and how particularly eager you are too, brushes it off. Smirking, as he backs away, holding out a hand for you to take so he can lead you back to his apartment. Smiling, you accept the gesture, getting pulled to Sunaâs side as he leads you down the street to his home.Â
By the time the two of you had arrived at Sunaâs apartment, he wasted no time. Slamming you against the closed door, his lips crashing against yours. Your fingers work to undo all the buttons of his shirt, pushing the fabric down his shoulders where he throws the piece of fabric off his body then discarding it across the room. Suna, tears off your dress, essentially ripping the item of clothing in half and letting it fall to the floor.Â
Pulling your bottom lip between his teeth before lowering his head and slowly falling to his knees as he travels down your body. Nipping at the skin at your collarbone before moving down to your chest, looking up through half-lidded up, chilling â and taunting â eyes staring at you. âNo bra? Who are you trying to impress?â He hums.Â
âWho says I dress to impress someone else?â You question, tugging at his hair to keep his stare on you. âBesides, I wanted to look good, and a bra would have ruined my outfit.â You explain, âNot to mention, theyâre incredibly uncomfortable. Understood?âÂ
âArenât you feisty?â Suna says, âHow about you I put you into your place?âÂ
âYou can try,â you hum, tilting his chin up, âeven so⌠Iâll always be in control. Whether you believe it or not.â You have a way of⌠getting what you want. Manipulation? Not exactly, but it is deception. Then again, Suna wasnât being entirely honest either. âShow me what you got, pretty boy.âÂ
âAnything for you,â he muses. Kisses gave down the crevice of your breasts, hands kneading the flesh of your chest. Teeth gently pinching the skin, tongue pressing flat against the bud of your nipple. Suna travels down your body, leaving purple bruises to form in the place where his lips used to be.Â
The brunette tugs the thin fabric down your legs, hoisting you up, hands firmly placed on your thighs as he wraps your legs around his shoulders. Suna's tongue attaches itself to your clit, slowly building pressure onto the sensitive bud, repeating his slow yet intense movements of his tongue. His amused hums send vibrations through your body, rhythm picking up and tongue lapping against your cunt.Â
Suna draws patterns and lips curling around your clit, causing your hips to buck forward and a hand to shoot to his hair as another does its best attempt to grip onto the flat surface of the wooden door behind you.Â
Pushing his head closer against you, increasing the side of pleasure as you continue to grind your hips to the skilled movement of Sunaâs tongue. Breathing becomes staggered, chest rising and falling. Mouth hanging open, eyes clenched shut, toes curling, and legs hugging onto his body. âJust like that,â you gasp, whimpers escaping from your mouth while you succumb to the rush of euphoria and pleasure that races through your body.Â
Mind going completely blank when his fingers come in contact with your cunt, a moan sounding from your throat. Suna glances up, basking in the wonderfully sinful sight behold him, snapping a million mental pictures. With his free hand, he clenches the plush of your thigh when your nails dig into the skin of his shoulder.Â
Body flinching forward, legs going stiff, and senses overflowing with an insatiable amount of pleasure. âOhâ donât stop Rin, youâre doing so good.â Panting, a more vocal moan echoing throughout the apartment, âKeep going, Iâm so close.â
Suna complies, not stopping. Heâs fuelled by the angelic sounds of your whimpers and moans, and heâs doing everything he can to hear the music to his ears of hearing you reach a release. Ignoring the mess on his lips, Suna picks up his pace, listening to the staggering and whiny responses of overwhelming pleasure which he provides you. Chasing the release, your back lifts off the door, eyes rolling, and your head is thrown back.Â
Pleased, Suna drags his tongue up your folds one last time before trailing his lips down your thighs, leaving a mark or two. In seconds, he lifts you, wrapping your legs around his torso as he rushes to the bedroom. Throwing you onto the bed, crawling on top of you, where your hands meet his belt, undoing the band and the button of his jeans.Â
Suna then kicks off his jeans, feeling your hand palm him through his briefs. His fingers wrap around your wrist, wide eyes looking up at him with the appearance of faux innocence, only driving him mad. âYouâre needy arenât you?â The brunette teases, âAre you that desperate Princess?âÂ
Unimpressed, you pull down the hem of his boxers, hand lightly grazing over his hard. Leaning in close, lips brushing over his, rolling your wrist, âYou arenât any better Rin.â You push him down onto the bed, crawling over him, knees planted on either side of his legs.Â
Pumping his cock, before aligning him with your cunt. Keeping your palm pressed flat against his chest as you lower yourself, satisfied at the electrifying way Sunaâs face scrunched up upon feeling your walls around him.Â
Holding tight onto your sides as you start to bounce, his cock hitting deep, reaching your cervix. Filling you up by your control, rolling your hips, knowing how to find all the right places that work for you and driving Suna wild. He, surprisingly, was perfectly vocal. So whiny and loud, which you loved â it was an insatiable feeling that drove you over the edge. His eyes clenched shut, head rolling back into the pillows, and hips rising off the mattress.Â
However, as fun as this was. This was not how he planned for his night to go. Snapping out of his daze, the intense fire and longing for control arising, Suna flips the two of you over. Hovering over you, face centimetres from yours. âOpen wide Princess.â He instructs thumb pushing past your lips and pressing down on your tongue, âGood girl. Now Stay like that for a few, alright?â
Mouth agape, a string of saliva falls from his tongue and onto yours â a hand wrapping itself around your neck with narrowed eyes that crave power. Suna connects your lips in a lewd embrace, his hips colliding with yours in a forceful thrust. Eyebrows scrunching, nails digging into his back and a strangled moan coming in response.Â
âLook at you,â he pants, infatuated with how your tits bounce with every thrust. How dumb you look, eyes rolled far back into your head, back arched, and how even in this weak state youâre gripping onto the headboard which bangs against the wall. âIâm fucking you dumb,â humourlessly laughing, âI bet no one else can ever make you feel this good.â
He feels it coming, that insufferable itching at the back of his mind. That intense sense of possessiveness, and all the thoughts of seeing you with other people. Images of them fucking you, your pretty moans that wonât be for him making him angry. He canât stand it.
âNo one will ever fuck you as good as I can,â he growls. Pushing your legs to your chest, allowing him more access to fuck you deep, obsessed with how his dick looks slipping in and out of your cunt. âTell me [Y/N], have you ever been fucked this good before?â He questions, noticing the tear that slips past your shut eyes from the overpowering pleasure you feel. âAnswer me.âÂ
âNo,â you whine out. âYouâre the best,âÂ
âYeah?â He says, âYouâre just a little slut at the end of the day. Need a good fuck? I bet that blonde at the club couldnât fuck you like this,â Suna continues, âno one can ever treat you like I can.â He buries himself in your chest, sucking on your tit, âYouâre such a good girl for me, Princess,â Suna voices between breathless grunts and curses. âTaking my dick so well, God, you feel so good.â He praises, âIf I knew youâd be such a perfect fuck, I would have taken you right then and there at the club.âÂ
You moan in response, his words were enough to send you over the edge to pure ecstasy. Suna pounds into you with relentless speed, under him falling apart, becoming nothing more than a limp body that had been taken over by stimulation and force. The growing pit in your loins growing incredibly, back arching off the bed, as you grip on for dear life. Dark vision growing blurry, mind clouding â blocking any thought or action, temporarily blocking your senses as you started to reach your peak.
âOh, you like this?â Suna says, âYou like the idea of me fucking you in front of a crowd of people? Want to put on a show for everyone to see?â Movements and thrusts grow more erratic with every passing second. âMaybe next time I should make a little film, show the whole world what a desperate slut you truly are.âÂ
Your mind has little time to process the words he spoke before his hips slams into you. Body filled with pleasure as your orgasm rode out. Suna, pulls out, grabbing you by the nape of your neck as he pumps himself. A thumb opening your mouth before placing his cock in its place, releasing it onto your tongue. The white liquid spreads across your plump lips, collecting it with his thumb and shoving into your mouth.Â
âSwallow [Y/N],â the brunette instructs. Smiling when you listen, swallowing his seed. âOpen,â he says, wanting to see, satisfied knowing you listened. âOh, I like you â I think I might just keep you around.â Laying down next to you, burying himself into your chest, falling tired and relaxed as your hands stroke his hair.Â
i do have a sfw blog, but i'm not going to disclose that information. but if you come across it, you'll know it's me. but, i do act a lot different on here. like i don't give a fuck.
â° REQUEST RULES !!
now, there is a lot i will not write, simply because i do not like them. it'll narrow down a lot of requests, in the future, but god my dignity will stay in tact. so! here we go!
incest
non-con / somnophilia / underage
water sports
age play / DDLG
pet play / prey-predator
that 'owner' shit
anal
pregnancy / breeding kinks (scary)
character pairings
sorry, i just don't swing that way. i literally, for the life of me, cannot like... do that to myself.
â° DNI !!
i know that i cannot stop minors from reading anything on here, because that's the way of life. like be so fucking real, people can lie. however, i'm not insane.
pls do not send in reqs if ur like 13, like get out of here. like no, i'm not going to write "how the hq boys suck ur tits" for a 13 y/o.
just don't send reqs in my inbox if ur a minor / ageless blog, like come on, where is ur class? but then again anonymous questions exist, whatever man, whatever floats ur fucking boat. i can't do anything about it.
like, i'm not going to lie, i was reading/writing this shit as a minor... so, follow ur heart â everyone does it, it's a worldwide experience. (also i do have an ao3, but i'm not revealing ANYTHING)
also! fetishization of asians
(i know that's a harsh line, considering the... impacts that these certain niches have... but like, there's a line. sorry i'm being super shady, but i don't care)