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~ Lost in my chaotic troughs~ 23\italy\ENTJ ~

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SHOWTIME! | haitani r.

haitani rindou x fem!reader ft. haitani ran, sanzu haruchiyo, kokonoi hajime, kakucho, akashi takeomi, sano manjiro

summary: you pushed your boyfriend just a bit too far while he was trying to stream a game with his friends

warnings: fem!reader, college au, mean dom!rindou, exhibitionism (can hear, not see), oral (f->m), rough sex, unprotected sex, brief manhandling, humiliation, slight impact play, implied masturbation (m), pet names (princess, pretty girl)

wordcount: 4.2k

notes: for @spookygeto's streamer collab

It’d been hours, you were sure of it, and you couldn’t bear it any longer. He swore--he swore--that he wouldn’t be on long, that he would actually spend time with you and you knew you shouldn’t have believed him. It was never just one match when Rindou got on with his stupid fucking friends but every time you naively held out hope.

Sighing from where you were leaning against the doorframe, you watched Rindou’s fingers fly across his keyboard, his gaze trained on the computer and headphones blocking out any sound other than the game and his friends.

Your eyes flickered over to the computer, noting the fact that he was streaming but his camera was turned off, as per usual. Sometimes, it amazed you how many fangirls your boyfriend had for being a streamer that never showed his face online but you supposed it was understandable, Rindou had an attractive voice, you would be the first to admit that.

You wandered over to his desk quietly, his eyes flickered up to the mirror he had above his computer, meeting yours briefly. He raised his eyebrows, questioning you, you pouted as you drew closer--pouting harder when he turned his attention back toward the game.

Kneeling next to him, you pressed your cheek against his thigh and looked up at him, “You’re so pretty, Rin,” you said softly as to not have your voice picked up by his mic, eyes trained on his pretty purple ones, watching the reflection of his game in his irises, watching the way his pretty purple and black hair strayed in his face.

Rindou looked down at you briefly, a small smile tugging at his lips for a moment before you heard Sanzu Haruchiyo shriek something through his headphones and he tore his gaze off of you and back toward the computer.

You pouted as he redirected his attention back toward the game, laughing at whatever was going on. Sighing you rested your head back down against his leg, cheek smushed against his thigh as you looked up at him through your lashes, hating the way he didn’t even spare you a second look.

You should just go, you told yourself, an unwelcome feeling stirring in your chest at the genuine smile spread across Rindou’s face as he talked with his friends.

He promised you time, another voice argued, take your promised time if he won’t give it to you freely.

Your eyes drifted to Rindou’s sweatpants, eyes focusing in on the outline of cock through the gray material, gaze shooting back up to where his eyes were following the movements on the screen rapidly, not sparing you any attention.

While his concentration was entirely on the game, you shifted under the desk and between his legs, movements going unnoticed. You tapped his thigh, watching as Rindou’s brow furrowed in confusion as he absently lifted his hips off of the chair, tongue darting out as his fingers tapped furiously at his keyboard.

Dumbass, you thought to yourself, albeit fondly, as you slipped his sweats down to his thighs. Rindou hadn’t even realized what you had done until you freed his cock from his boxers and he inhaled at the feeling of the cool air against it.

His gaze tore from the game and darted down to where you were kneeling in between his legs, fingers ghosting the length of his cock. His eyes were dark with warning as he watched you, hissing as your hand wrapped firmly around his cock, pumping it twice before you brushed your thumb over the precum beading at his slit.

You watched him scramble to turn the microphone off on his headsets. “Keep your mic on,” you complained quietly, “or are you afraid you’re gonna be loud.”

“Not right now,” he muttered and you could see the veins of his forearms bulging as his entire body tensed as you leaned in to lick at the precum leaking down his tip. Voice strangled, he said, “We finally dragged fuckin’ Mikey away from that other group he plays with, we gotta focus on this match.”

“Then focus,” you told him quietly, leaning up to lick a stripe up the length of his cock, watching him let out a heavy breath as he tilted his head back, that stupid matching tattoo he got with his group of friends on broad display.

“OI! RINDOU, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? STOP FUCKING AROUND!” you heard one of his friends, Kokonoi Hajime, you recognized, shouting through his headsets and Rindou let out a low groan, shooting you a lidded glare before he turned his microphone back on, focusing back on the game albeit with shakier hands.

“Fuck off, Koko,” Rindou said roughly, “My girl came in, had to talk to her real quick.”

“Y/n’s there? Tell her I said hi,” Ran said immediately, his other friends echoing the sentiment. Rindou only glared down at you, you smiled from where you were leaning your cheek on his inner thigh, lazily pumping his cock.

Rindou took in a sharp breath as he set his gaze back on his computer screen and you leaned up on your knees, resting your elbows on his thighs as you took his tip into your mouth, sucking lightly and swirling your tongue around it. Rindou’s fingers faltered from where they were flying across his keyboard.

“Rindou, what the fuck?! How did you miss that?” you heard Sanzu shout and Rindou told him to go fuck himself. You smiled when you noticed one of his legs trembling. You pulled off of his tip with a soft pop, running your hands up his thighs and under his sweatshirt, nails tracing patterns on his abdomen. You watched as the muscle tensed under your touch, his body hunching in slightly and a grimace crossing his face as he shot you another irritated look.

You looked up at him, eyes wide. Tell me to stop and I will, you said silently. Understanding what you were getting across, Rindou only sneered at you, going back to his game.

You smiled.

One hand still lightly scratching the contours of the abdomen, your other drifted back to his upper thigh, bracing itself there as you leaned in to capture Rindou’s cock between your lips. Rindou hissed at the suddenness of the action. Shifting up more on your knees and forcing your throat to relax, you bobbed your head on his cock, inhaling deep through your nose as your lips brushed the base of his cock, desperately trying to stop yourself from gagging and making noise.

Rindou choked on his breath, coughing violently, and his cock twitched sharply in your mouth--tears stinging at your eyes as it stretched out your throat. Your nails dug into the skin of his thigh as you pulled halfway off his cock, tongue tracing up the vein on the underside of his cock, sucking hard at his tip cringing lightly at the salty taste of his precum before pulling off again and looking up at him.

You could hear a mesh of voices shouting at Rindou from his headphones but Rindou had his eyes squeezed shut and one hand clasped around his mouth, head tilted down. Haitani Rindou was good at a lot of things but controlling his reactions was not one of them. Haitani Rindou was loud and responsive in bed, and it was something that you appreciated a lot and he despised because no matter how hard he tried to shut himself up he couldn’t.

The glare he shot you was nothing short of lethal when he finally reopened his eyes and dropped his hand from his mouth, lavender eyes dark and hooded, lips pressed together tight and twisted down.

You smiled at him again, his glare darkened.

Leaning in, you placed wet kisses along the length of his cock, feeling his abdomen spasm underneath your hands at the action. Just as you were about to take his cock back into your mouth, one of his hands curled around your hair, dragging you up.

Your eyes widened in shock, watching as he leaned forward to press a few buttons on his keyboard, ending the stream and closing out of the game. You heard his friends screaming at him from his headphones, Sanzu being the loudest but Rindou only spit a few curses at them as he dragged you rather harshly over to his bed.

“Rindou,” you said, wincing at the painful grip on your hair but he only flattened his other palm against your back and shoved you face-first down onto his bed. Before you could try to push yourself onto your knees, Rindou was straddling your back, pulling your head up and forcing something over your ears.

“Rindou, what the fuck is going on?” you heard Sanzu spit directly in your ears.

“Dude, why did you disconnect? We’re getting fucked,” Kakucho asked.

“Come on, man, are you shitting us right now? We just fucking lost, you know how long it took us to get Mikey to play?” Kokonoi complained.

Rindou leaned in close to the microphone, chest flush against your back and cock pressed against your ass, “My girl wanted to play a different game, you should be thanking me for the front row seat, assholes,” he said lowly, and you turned your head to look at your boyfriend, eyes wide as the others on the call quieted down.

“Rin-” you began, voice wavering as he leaned back on his heels, shifting off of you.

“Thought you wanted the mic on,” Rindou spat, dragging you closer to him, grip bruising around your thighs. Distantly, you could hear his friends mocking you through the headset but all you could focus on was Rindou, “Made us lose the match, least you can do is give ‘em a show, yeah?”

“Yeah, give us a show, y/n-chan,” you heard Sanzu jeer into your ear from the headset.

“Mm, let us hear you, pretty girl,” Ran cooed, “Wanna hear how good Rinrin can fuck you, bet I can do it better.”

You inhaled sharply as you felt Rindou tug your shorts down harshly, looking back at him nervously because he wasn’t really about to fuck you with all of his friends and his brother listening, was he?

Tell me to stop and I will, the same mocking look you had sent him before was now directed your way and you could only glare at him. He didn’t back out, so you wouldn’t either.

“You hear that?” Kokonoi Hajime cooed, “Thinks she likes the sound of that, maybe Rindou doesn’t fuck his bitch good enough.”

“Koko,” Kakucho warned but he was cut off by Ran’s loud laughter.

“Is that it, princess? Need me to teach my little brother how to fuck you? Want me to make him watch as I split you open on my cock, hm?” Ran’s voice was cruel, mocking, tears sprung to your eyes.

“N-No,” you said, “No, I-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Rindou said from behind you and you gasped when you felt his fingers slip between your folds to press at your entrance, smearing your slick around messily, “Don’t fuckin’ talk to them 'less I tell you to.”

You shut your mouth immediately even as Rindou’s friends started mocking you and you weren’t sure if wanted to cry or if you wanted Rindou to just hurry up and fuck you. You felt pathetic because while you listened to his friends make fun of you for ‘at least being an obedient slut’ you couldn’t stop the heat that was pooling dangerously fast in your lower abdomen.

You wanted to throw up--you shouldn’t be getting turned on from this. You shouldn’t and you knew damn well that Rindou was going to notice and when he did-

“There’s no fuckin’ way you’re actually turned on by this,” Rindou sneered, as if on cue, and you whimpered, humiliation spreading through you as his friends burst into laughter, sharp in your ears. Your eyes blurred with tears as Rindou grabbed your waist to pull you up to your hands and knees in front of him and you let out a shaky breath when you felt his tip nudge against your cunt, slipping against your wet folds. “You fuckin’ are, you like that they’re listening, don’t you? Want them to hear you actin’ like a fuckin’ whore? Maybe I should turn the video on for them too, yeah?”

“N-N-oh-” you couldn’t even finish the protest as Rindou’s hands found themselves in a bruising grip on your hips, fingers digging hard into your skin as he pushed into you without warning, an obscene moan escaping your lips when you felt his cock stretching out your walls, slipping into you almost easily without any prep just from how turned on you were.

Keyword, almost. You grit your teeth as discomfort spread through you, the stretch a strange mixture of pleasure and pain that was unfamiliar to you because Rindou never fucked you without making you cum twice on his tongue and twice on his fingers at least.

It burned and you couldn’t tell if it was in a good way or a bad way because your thoughts were jumbled not only from the feeling of Rindou’s cock splitting you open but also because of his friends’ voices piercing your ears.

“Jesus fucking christ, sounds like a fuckin’ pornstar,” you couldn’t tell who had spoken--Kokonoi, maybe? Takeomi? Yeah, Takeomi.

“Fucks like one too,” that was Ran, “Rindou accidentally sent me a video of them once when tryna send one he took of some guy hacking in the game.”

“Nah man, why the fuck is Rindou the first of us to get a girl? There’s something fundamentally wrong with that, when is it my turn?” That was Kokonoi, you realized.

You whimpered as you felt Rindou draw his hips back, you could feel each and every inch of his cock pressing against your cunt, each vein molding itself into your walls. And you tried, you tried to brace yourself, tried to hold back the moan bubbling in your chest because you knew the microphone connecting you to his friends was right next to your lips but you couldn’t.

Your arms trembled against the bed in anticipation, abdomen and legs tensing and pussy aching at the empty feeling left behind by Rindou’s cock as his tip once again nudged at your opening. But he wasn’t moving, he wasn’t moving and you were sure it was about to be what pushed you to tears rather than all of his friends making fun of you in your ear.

“Rin-” you began taking in a shuddered breath when you heard Sanzu Haruchiyo mock your call of your boyfriend’s name instantly. Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, for a moment you hated Rindou. You hated him for making him wear his headphones while his friends were on a call, you hated him for drawing this out when he knew what you wanted and you hated-

Any thought that might’ve been running through your head fizzled away as Rindou bucked his hips into you, a loud cry of his name tearing from your lips silencing all of the boys on the other end of the voice chat. Your arms gave out as Rindou pulled his hips back, snapping them back into you at an almost painful pace--dropping to your elbows as Rindou’s fingers dug deep into the skin of your hips and ass, dragging you back and fucking you onto him as he thrust up into you, hitting you so deep inside that it almost hurt, you swore his tip was brushing your cervix.

You could barely even hear Rindou’s friends in your ears over the sloppy sound of your boyfriend’s cock dragging in and out of your sopping wet cunt, over the filthy sound of skin on skin, over Rindou’s low groans and your piercing, broken moans that were cut off each time Rindou drove his hips into you.

“Holy fuckin shit-”

“... fucking hot, Rindou’s gotta shar-”

“-ucho actin' all holier-than-thou, we all know you’re fuckin’ your fist too.”

“Rindou,” you sobbed, fisting the sheets next to you, “feels s’good, Rin, feels s’good, feels-”

Another high-pitched moan tore from your lips as Rindou brought his hand down on your right ass cheek, the sound ringing throughout the air. That very same hand slid up your body to wrap around your hair, pulling you right off of the mattress, back arched almost painfully but you couldn’t even feel it over the numbing feeling of Rindou’s cock fucking so deep into you.

“Tell them that,” Rindou groaned but his words went in one ear and out the other until his grip tightened, “Tell them.”

“C’mon, princess,” Ran cooed, “tell us how my baby brother’s makin’ you feel, yeah?”

“Makin me feel s’good,” the words slipped from your lips before you could stop them, half a slur as your head started going fuzzy from all of the stimulation, “he’s makin’ me feel s’good, Ran.”

“Oh, fuck-” Ran groaned just as Rindou brought another hand down on your ass, making you cry out again.

“Don’t say his fuckin’ name,” Rindou spit out viciously, “Say it again and I’m not gonna let you finish.”

“Sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry,” you sobbed, but you weren’t even sure if the words were coming out as you intended and you weren’t even sure what Rindou was telling you, everything felt too hot and you couldn’t even hear yourself over the headphones and the sounds of Rindou driving himself into you over and over and over again.

“Keep going,” Rindou said after a moment and

You hiccuped over your breath, “R-Rin makes me feel s’good, n he’s so big, he’s so bi-ig,” god you should be embarrassed, you knew you would be whenever you came back to but you were too fucked out on your boyfriend’s cock to care, “makes me feel the best, makes me fe-”

“Bet I could make you feel even better, pretty,” Sanzu interrupted you, “Should convince your lil boyfriend to let-”

“No!” you said, “N’you can’t, Rin makes me feel the best, Haru-”

You weren’t even able to finish his name, cut off by another gasp and resounding smack as Rindou slapped your ass again, “What the fuck did I just tell you?” he seethed, but you could barely hear him over the near-pornographic moan of Sanzu Haruchiyo ringing through your ear.

Oh god, did he just cu-

Rindou’s grip on your hair tightened, your mind going blank as he drove his cock deep into you again, his free hand slipping from his harsh hold on your hip to rub at your clit, your lips parted in a silent moan as you felt him tug lightly at your clit, body spasming at the action. Letting go of your hair, Rindou brought his other hand back to your waist so he could fuck you faster, harder, at a brutal pace that had you crying out with each thrust, that had your mind half-dazed and your jaw slack.

Your upper body dropped limp against the bed without Rindou holding you up, cheek flush against the mattress and eyes rolling back as Rindou dragged your body back to meet him for every thrust, fingers playing with your clit like one of his stupid games. His name left your lips in a mantra, a series of nonstop high-pitch chants, his name was the only intelligible thought running through your head as he brought you closer and closer to your high.

“Fuck, sounds-”

You were gonna cum, you could feel it-

“... nzu came all over-”

But you can’t, are you really gonna let them all hear?

“...f your brother doesn’t let us hit, I swear-”

Heat spread through your body fast, too fast, you couldn’t fucking control it--you couldn’t even tell if it was from pleasure or humiliation as your pants and cries of Rindou’s name grew louder and louder.

“...so fuckin’ hot-”

Desperately, you tried to slap your hand over your mouth but Rindou grabbed it before you could try to muffle the noise, you sobbed, head almost feeling like it was floating from how close you were from being pushed over the edge.

“-n’t believe Rindou-”

They’d never let you live this down, you had to see most of them every day, how would you be able to look them in the eyes-

“Princess, convince your boyf-”

Rindou leaned over you, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he rolled his hips slow into, hitting impossibly deeper, “Hurry the fuck up ‘n cum.”

Your entire body trembled as Rindou flicked your clit hard, grinding his hips deep into you as he attached his lips to the back of your neck, sucking deep bruises down your spine and moaning shamelessly against your skin as your walls spasmed around him. A piercing moan of his name left from your lips as you felt your high wash over you, nails ripping into the bedsheets and body tensing. You could feel Rindou’s hips stutter and still against you as he came deep inside you and you felt full, too full, too hot, it was all just too much.

“Fuck,” you couldn’t even tell who was speaking as your body fell limp to the bed, mind hazy and fuzzy--Rindou was saying something to you, you could see his lips moving from the corner of your eye but you couldn’t tell what he was saying over the combined sound of his friends loud in your ears and the blood rushing to your head, body shuddering in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Hey, Mikey,” you heard Ran laugh as Rindou reached to take off the headphones, “Bet this is better than your other little group you play with, yeah?”

Everything went eerily quiet once he pulled the headphones off, the only sound in the room was your own heavy pants as you tried to catch your breath and Rindou murmuring something to his friends before wandering over to his computer.

Distantly, you wondered if he really had the audacity to go back to playing his game after all of that, but you were proven wrong a few seconds later when he wandered back to your side, sitting on the bed next to you, headphones out of hand. He brushed your matted hair out of your face before leaning down to press his lips against your forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling back, cupping your face gently.

You smiled, turning your face to the side to kiss the palm of his hand, he let out a soft breath, the irritated look in his lavender eyes long gone and replaced by a fonder one.

“Love you, y’know?” he murmured and you giggled, the irritated look returned momentarily before disappearing. Haitani Rindou was never the most affectionate man but he tried his best for you,

“Love you too, Rin,” you said, giving his palm another peck.

For a moment, the two of you just rested there, basking in each other’s presence and just as you were about to speak up, his computer began binging incessantly. His friends, you realized after a moment, realization slowly beginning to hit you over what just happened.

Rindou seemed to recognize your distress and his grip on your face tightened slightly, forcing you to look at him, “I’ll kill them if they bother you,” he said, and you knew he meant it from the dark look in his eyes, “Ran-”

Ran-

“Rindou accidentally sent me a video once-”

“Rin,” you said quietly, cutting him off mid-rant, “Ran said something-”

“Ran says a lot of things-”

“Something about a video of us,” you finished, watching his face go red almost immediately. Rindou launched to his feet instantly, moving away from you. You forced yourself to sit up, wincing at the soreness shooting through your body, “Rindou!”

“I don’t know what he’s talking about,” he spit out, refusing to look at you. You stared at him in disbelief, watching as he made a beeline for the bathroom, “Gonna run you a bath.”

“Rin-”

“Gonna run you a bath!” he repeated, louder, slamming the bathroom door behind him. You sighed as you heard the water running, flopping back down onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Rin,” you called, knowing that he could hear you over the running water, “I’m gonna beat your ass.”

Rindou didn’t respond, and you tilted your head over to the side to look at his bathroom, watching as he opened the door and glared at you, “It was an accident.”

“An accident?” you demanded.

“I thought I was sending something else,” he snapped, “It’s not my fault my phone spazzed.”

“I’m gonna fuckin' kill you, Rin.”

“You can’t even walk on your own right now, good luck.”

“RINDOU!”

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[garoujo]

THE WAY YOU WRAP AROUND ME IS A PROB — GENSHIN IMPACT

feat : scaramouche, alhaitham, tartaglia, kazuha + diluc

♱ warnings — f!reader, premature ejaculation, creampies, m!receiving oral, choking in childe’s [m!receiving], cunninglingus, sensitive alhaitham. note / i’ve written this 4 2 fandoms because i am absolutely insane over it idc < 3 so bllk version coming soon !

・✶ ｡ﾟ SCARAMOUCHE

scaramouche couldn’t help how pretty you looked between his thighs, pressing suckled kisses up the sensitive pink glands of his cock before you’re laving your tongue across the precum gathered at the tip — tapping it onto the muscle after as he hisses between his teeth.

“is this your attempt at teasing me? p-pathetic.” he hisses, jaw clenching and it’s amusing to watch him fall apart like this despite the way he’d never admit the effect you have on him. you let your lips close around him before you suck languidly, hollowing your cheeks before you let your throat go lax and push him down deeper.

scaramouche can feel every fucking twitch of the space around him, squeezing around the shaft as you swallow and trace your tongue around the sensitive underside of his cock. he’s like fucking putty when you give him a wet look, your cheek pressing against his hip before you start your slow, wet withdrawal.

“that’s it, fuck—just keep those pretty eyes on me.” he grits, he’s already so fucking close and he can’t even begin to try and stop the desire he feels twist deep in his abdomen. every slow, pretty blink you give him only pushes him closer to the edge, feeling you suckle at the tip before you’re pushing back down.

“oh you’re really this desperate for me? go ahead. do your worst.”

you’ve barely started, but scaramouche watches the first tear of the night trail down your cheeks as you gag and splutter around him — tight tunnel of your throat twitching and squeezing around him so intoxicatingly and this image of you is what really fucking gets him. he can’t help but throw his head back as he cums, hissing through his teeth as a needy, whimper drips from his lips.

you retreat back for a proper taste of him, swallowing around the sensitive nerves as he throbs on your tongue and presses his palm to the back of your head — prolonging his orgasm as he pushes you back down to swallow around him.

“hah—i guess this is one of the few things you’re good at, don’t even think about stopping.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ ALHAITHAM

alhaitham groans as he lets his head fall back against the couch, his fingertips tightening in the flesh of your ass as he helps drag you along the length of his thick cock. you’re straddling his lap as your pussy squeezes around his shaft, the book he was reading lying forgotten by his side in favour of him being lost in you instead.

“oh, you could barely wait? is this the consequences of spoiling you so much? you become so needy.” he’s so fucking smug as a smirk twitches at the corners of his lips and it’s almost insufferable, but then you feel the blunt head slide along every one of your sweet spots perfectly and it feels like he’s igniting every nerve ending in your body.

but for a man so smart, he really should think before he speaks sometimes as you let your palms rest over al-haithams chest — teasing the flesh of his pecks before you lean forward to press kisses along his jawline.

you’d been together long enough for you to know exactly what got to him, right where his sensitive spots were despite the way he acted as if they never existed. the muscles in his thighs shake slightly beneath you when you roll his nipple between your thumb and forefinger, pulling a shakey exhale from the scribe beneath you as your walls twitch around him.

“playing dirty are we? and here i thought you were better than that.” there’s a trembling undercurrent to alhaithams teasing this time, you’re getting to him so quickly and he can already feel the mindless throb in his cock with every squeeze of your fingers against his chest — every graze of your teeth along the sensitive spots in his neck that make him pant.

his pace is unrelenting, almost animalistic as he so recklessly chases the high you’re dragging out of him so alarmingly fast, but every one of his heavy thrusts are still as intoxicating as always, almost fucking every thought out of your mind that isn’t him.

but then you squeeze and pull on alhaithams nipples and that’s what really gets to him as his abdomen tightens with his next thrust, stuttering as he chokes on his next groan before he’s pushing his load into your pussy with bated breaths. hes like fucking putty beneath you as you press your lips along his next, palming and grabbing at your body as he breathes deep.

“oh, you look pleased with yourself. but i hope you don’t think i’m already done, sweetheart.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

your thighs are pinned underneath kazuha’s forearms as he shoves his face between your thighs, lapping messily at your clit as his eyes close in bliss at the taste of you. your back arches almost painfully with how well he eats you out, and you feel your hips tremble, as do your lungs as he bathes you in mindless rolls of his tongue.

but hes just as lost in his own pleasure as you are, every pretty little cry you make for him only makes him feel drunker on you — making him moan, ragged and hungry as the vibration rumbles through your clit. the pleasure races through you as the arousal pools in your stomach, your eyes pricking with pleasured tears as your fingers twist in his hair.

“give me more, my love. i want more of you.” kazuha breathes, and the small jolt his voice pulls from your hips makes his own twitch against the bed, like an instinctive movement when he feels your warm walls flex around his tongue the second he pushes it inside of you.

his nose knocks against your clit as he pushes himself deeper, smacking lewdly at the mess he’s made between your thighs as he grinds himself against the bed — so dizzy on the idea of you cumming on his tongue that he can barely register his own movement as he chases his own orgasm.

kazuha’s panting and fucked out, and you’re already sensitive from all the attention he’s being bathing you in — the lower half of his face is soaked with a mixture of your arousal and his spit, and your thighs shake when he moves to close his lips around your clit and suck.

your fingers tighten in his roots and he trembles against the mattress with his next thrust as his eyes roll back, whimpering dreamily and high pitched as he cums against the fabric of his pants. but his movements on your pussy don’t cease, infact, they become needier, more desperate as he buries his moans into the intimate skin between your thighs.

“see.. ah! see what you do to me, my love. you are so intoxicating. let me feel you.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ CHILDE / TARTAGLIA

you’d missed ajax while he’d been away on a mission for the fatui, and it was almost immediate the way you’d found yourself tangled in him as soon as he got home. losing yourself in the thick spread of his cock as you squeeze your thighs around his hips, dragging yourself along the length of him as he sends you a drowsy look from beneath you.

“mmm, there we go. oh, did you miss me this much?” he teases as his fingers twitch in your hips, and the sweet little uh huh that pours from your lips like honey makes something carnal twist in his stomach as he throbs with the next deep kiss of his cock inside of you, adjusting his feet before he’s beginning his own pace.

your mind feels cloudy with the feeling of finally having ajax again, you’re losing yourself as he looks up at you — pink cheeked and jaw clenched while he admires the way your pretty features break into something beautiful for him.

your walls reward every wet, heavy connection of his hips with a needy squeeze around him as you try to keep yourself steady, instinctively reaching forward and not realising your palm is pressing hard against his throat. but fuck— it only makes him feel even better, he wants to ruin you if this is what it will get him, fucking into you eagerly in the hopes it’ll make you push tighter.

the dizzy spin in ajax’s mind feels fucking amazing, his hands almost curling into fists at your hips as he fucks you and he’s so lost in you he doesn’t even realise how close he is until his balls tighten, and he’s pushing his load into your pussy with every hungry thrust as he groans.

the blunt head of his cock feels like it kisses every part of you, his pelvis grinding into your puffy, sensitive clit as you blink down at him. it doesn’t take you long to notice, but the look he gives you basically begs for more as your fingers twitch at the sides of his throat — making him whimper, before he chuckles with his next trembling thrust.

“that’s it, don’t hold back on me.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ DILUC RAGNVINDR

you can barely breathe with how deep it feels like diluc reaches, the pleasurable sting making the room below you spin before you’re caught off guard with the first harsh smack of his hips between your thighs. the sudden quick pace is fitting for someone who wields his weapons like they were weightless, and you have to dig your nails into his broad back just to keep yourself grounded.

every wet withdrawal of his hips is so fucking loud and each deep thrust of his cock feels like it reaches even deeper as you a moan of his name kicks from your throat. you’ve just started but your body is crumbling under each of his thrusts, feeling desire twist in your stomach with the thick spread of him.

diluc doesn’t know what’s gotten over him tonight, maybe it was the late night at the tavern or how fucking pretty you look right now — starry eyed and spread out beneath him, your tits bouncing with every wet, heavy connection of his hips into yours.

he feels you squeeze around him, and he swears he feels his lungs quake with his next trembling exhale, his body pushing you deeper into the bed beneath you as he desperately tries to keep himself steady. but you’re so fucking warm wrapped around him and the feeling of your chest pressing so tight against his makes his pace stutter as he pushes closer.

“archons—you feel so good, i.. i’m gonna cum, sweetheart. i’m s-sorry.” diluc growls against your skin, and you can hear all his need and want for you in the way he moans your name with each exhale — grabbing at your body like he’s afraid you’ll disappear as he splits you open beneath him.

but then his pace stutters as he buries another babbled apology into your skin, a sharp, low groan falling from his lips as he pushes his load into your eager pussy — mumbling about how good you feel as he loses himself in the saccharine squeeze of your pussy around him.

his eyes are hooded when he looks at you, vermillion hair smeared along the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead as he presses deep into your body. the flush on his cheeks is deeper than usual and you’re not sure if it’s his orgasm or embarrassment when he clears his throat awkwardly — despite the way his cock still throbs with its lingering pleasure.

“i—i can go again, my apologies, sweetheart. you.. just seem to have that sort of effect on me.”

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[slu7]

ᶻz﹒ dragon!zhongli & afab!reader ﹐

– cw﹕ zl having heat cycles · breeding kink · feral zl · jealousy becoming a sex drive or smt · non-con if you squint (not my intention) · overstim · creampies · use of the terms ‘cunt’ & ‘cock’ · etc. ✶

– an﹕ this has been rotting in my brain and i have no idea whether someone already wrote this or not,

B Ü T I M A G I N E ⁺ ☆

okay but imagine you being born and growing up in mondstadt but travelling to liyue only to end up marrying the geo archon himself. imagine if zhongli has heat cycles and you being his lovely little wife, you help him throughout every cycle he goes through. imagine him whispering how much he wants to fill you to the brim, fill you ‘til you're full of him and overflowing whenever that time comes. imagine zhongli not stopping even for a moment to give you a break after your nth orgasm because he's too lost in pleasure. him rutting into you as if he has been holding back his desire for the longest time.

all your pleas for him to go slower falls through deaf ears, your body shaking and walls continuously clenching as zhongli continues to pound into your sopping cunt. the combination of pain and pleasure leaves you babbling incoherent words, whilst deep grunts and curses leaves his swollen lips; words muffled as his lips are still attached to the nape of your neck. kissing, licking, sucking, marking you as his.

hours pass by but it seems that he's not even halfway done with you. you could always use your safe word, but the pleasure you're feeling is replacing your words with moans and whines. oh, how he loved how you're singing for him. zhongli fucked you with precision and it only made you see stars. his lips never leaving you as his hands fondles with you softly.

you're approaching, yet again, another climax, you writhed and squirmed in his hold. he held your hips and continued to fuck you with fervor. “fuck– oh lord barbatos,” you whined as you approach your high. his movements suddenly halting. you realized what you said and it was like digging your own grave. it took him only a few seconds before he continued to rut into you, with greater eagerness and passion. and it went on for hours and hours, he fucked you with vigor as if he was molding his cock into your walls, coming undone inside you like your heart constantly pumping blood. he wanted to show you that it was morax who was making you feel this good, not barbatos, not anyone else.

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[meownotgood]

arrival in tokyo / hayakawa aki

Aki has found you insufferable from the moment you were paired up together. It's bad enough that they're forcing him to work with a damn devil, but you happen to be the most disobedient, irritating devil he's ever met. You seem to have quite the attitude, and brats like you ought to be put in their place.

pairing: hayakawa aki x fem!reader

word count: 23.2k

tags: 18+, smut, exhibitionism (aki fucks you in an alleyway), light degradation, praise, pain play (aki puts his cigarette out on you), begging & teasing, face-fucking, thigh-fucking, spit kink, fingering, choking, 1 (one) spanking, pet names (good girl, baby, etc.), aki is a bit of an ass, he punches you in the face once

this work contains explicit content intended for 18+ individuals. please read the tags and do not interact if you are a minor.

I want you two patrolling the south district all afternoon. I know you're not thrilled about this, but please, try to get along. I better not see you two fighting, understand? 

Oh, and Hayakawa, take a back seat today. If anything happens, just let them handle it, alright? Don't worry, I know they are more than capable. 

Those words seem to echo inside Aki's head, resounding with every heavy step he takes, with every loud clack of his shoes against the pavement. 

Just let them handle it? Why? Is he not fit to do his own job? He isn't helpless or weak, far from it. The squad he leads is one of the strongest in the prefecture, dammit. There's no way a brand new recruit, someone so irresponsible, bothersome, mindless — There's no way someone like you is stronger or more capable than him. That's ridiculous. 

You should be listening to his instruction, stepping back and allowing him to handle things, like a subordinate ought to do. Honestly, it's best you just quit right now, because if you're not going to do that, there will definitely be some serious problems. 

Speak of the devil, your voice stirs Aki from his thoughts: "Sir? Can you slow down? You're walking really fast." 

"No. Keep up or I'll leave you behind." Aki snaps back. 

The city is rather bustling today. People walk about, cars on the street inch forwards in the afternoon traffic, and the whistles of trains can be heard in the distance. There's a light breeze that wafts through the air, tickling the hair on the back of your neck. The sun beams down, warm heat radiating off of the concrete sidewalk. 

You've never been to Tokyo before — or any big city, for that matter — so the atmosphere is totally unfamiliar to you. Various storefronts are busy with shoppers. The walkway is crowded as tons of people commute from place to place. Skyscrapers stretch into the clouds, to the point where you have to crane your neck to look up at them. Wow, and you thought Public Safety's headquarters were huge.

With the way the man in front of you is rushing though, there's no time to enjoy the nice weather, nor take in any of the sights. You have to keep your eyes glued to his back if you want to stay at his heels and avoid getting lost in the crowd. You definitely didn't expect to spend your first devil hunting patrol sightseeing, but still, it would have been nice not to rush around everywhere. 

Aki Hayakawa is who you've been assigned to work alongside today, and he seems… interesting. Besides the woman you talked to earlier, he's the only devil hunter you've met so far, and he doesn't exactly give the best first impression. Respectfully, he's impolite. And to put it bluntly, he's kind of a stuck-up ass. 

When you first met him, he didn't even say hello to you, nor bother to introduce himself. He just looked down on you with an annoyed expression on his face that only seemed to worsen the longer you met his gaze. When he spoke, he acted as if you weren't even there, talking to the woman in front of you like he couldn't care less that you're standing right next to him. I'll work with them for now, but after today, I'm done. I'm tired of getting paired up with trouble-makers. 

Trouble-maker? You? Oh, come on. You're not that much of a nuisance… Probably. 

He's awfully up-tight, too. As you were both walking out of the Public Safety building, you were asking him questions: Hey, sir, what's it like working at Public Safety? Do you like it here? What devils do you have contracts with? There's a sword strapped to your back, is that what you use to fight? Hey, which do you prefer, ramen or udon? 

And he gives you straight to the point answers: It's fine. Yes. That's classified. Yes… And can you stop asking me stupid questions like that? 

Interesting, inscrutable, and cold: those are the best words you can think of to describe him. Cold like a sharp breath of winter. The type of cold that makes trying to get closer to him feel like trekking through the flurry of a heavy snowstorm. He's kept his eyes forward the whole time you've been walking, refusing to spare you any kind of glance. If you try to talk to him, all you receive in return are dry responses. 

You know he's your senior, and from what you've heard, he's supposedly an avid devil hater. It's not difficult to assume why. With these dark and brooding types, it always tends to be the same story. Some kind of complicated revenge plot, or something like that. 

The woman from before — Makima, was that what she said her name was? — told you that you were a special type of person, one who isn't human, nor devil. Hybrids, they're calling it. Supposedly, it's a rare sort of phenomenon. Hardly anyone has seen it before, and most people don't even believe it's true. 

Before Makima found you, you spent your whole life living out in the country. There's not many devils there, so subsequently, not many devil hunters. Besides what you heard in rumors and passing stories from the city, you were oblivious to the topic. Makima had to explain everything to you, and even then, your powers were still a total mystery. 

You still don't fully understand how to use them. Makima told you it'll take some practice, so stick with Hayakawa for now until you're able to get the hang of things. 

You might find him difficult to get along with, She said, But he's one of the most talented devil hunters I have working with me. I think you two could learn from each other. 

You didn't exactly want to become a devil hunter either, but Makima was the one who convinced you. Actually… she says the only way you'll be given any rights is if you're under her protection. Otherwise, it's fair game for you to be hunted as a devil. So you wouldn't exactly say you had a choice. 

Well, it's pretty safe to assume that's why Hayakawa doesn't like you. If people are willing to hunt you as a devil, then you're sure they must see you as one, too. Out in the country, nobody seemed to bat an eye, but the city seems to be full of lots of die-hard devil haters. Unfortunately, you doubt you'll be able to change his mind on that; people from the city are always set in their ways.  

Maybe he feels annoyed about being forced to work with a devil, especially one his boss implies is stronger than himself. You can bet he's still thinking about it, fussing over what Makima said, and if it's actually true. To be honest, even though you're sure he hates you, he doesn't seem like the type who's always a dick to everyone, just to those who happen to tick him off. There might even be a sweeter side to him in there… somewhere. Who knows. 

Either way, he's definitely interesting, and although he can be annoying, he's fun to observe. You want to find out more about him, if you're able. Besides, if you're going to be working with him, for however long it might be, you figure it's a good idea to try to understand him. As best you can, anyways. 

You've noticed that everything about him, from the way he looks to the way he talks screams professionalism. 

You threw on your uniform haphazardly, but Hayakawa has his suit buttoned perfectly, tie tucked in neatly, collar of his dress shirt straightened exactly. His hair is tied up nice and tidy, showing off a pair of simple earrings. With every word he says, he sounds sure of himself. His voice has a certain deep, smooth vibrato that makes you feel commanded to listen to it. You haven't seen him fight, but you can imagine how precise he'd be with the sword that's strapped to his back. 

He's handsome. He'd totally be your type, if he wasn't so pretentious. He's a smoker. You saw him smoking a cigarette outside the Public Safety building when Makima first led you in. The way he carries himself implies he's decently strong, probably more so than he appears. And he's also — 

"Listen up," Your attention is pulled back to Aki when you suddenly hear him open his mouth, "If we see a devil, step back and watch me handle it the right way, got it? I don't need you making a mess for the cleaning crew when your powers end up going haywire…. Are you even listening right now?" 

"Mmmmm… Nope," You reply, "You're gonna have to repeat all that." 

Aki sighs in annoyance, "When I say something, I'm not saying it because I want to hear myself speak. Listen when I'm talking to you. Can you not even do that much?" 

"Geez, I heard you the first time, calm down. I was just playing around." 

"Then repeat what I said." Aki commands. 

"Don't fight the devils, don't make a mess, blah blah cleaning crew." 

There's a few seconds of silence. It's almost like you can hear his eye twitching in irritation, the bridge of his nose knotting up as his temper rises. Finally, he says, "Just… Stay out of my way." 

He also happens to be pretty fun to mess with. 

You chime from behind him, "Whatever you say, Lieutenant." 

There's something about Aki that makes it both extremely easy to get on his nerves and very entertaining to do so. Your existence alone seems to be enough to get under his skin. When you make a joke or poke fun at him, he falls for it every time. If he really wanted to shut you down, he could easily ignore you, but he has this sort of complex about him that makes it impossible. 

It's a constant struggle, where he feels like he has to have the upper hand, the authority over you. Where he feels like in every situation, he has to be correct, and you have to be the one proven wrong. 

If you say go left, he'll say go right. If you say go slow, he'll say go faster. Someone like him, who's cold, diligent, and sensible should be totally incompatible with somebody like you, and in many ways, you are. But that just makes you want to get closer to him, to shatter the expectation and have him come to understand you just as much as you want to understand him. 

Aki Hayakawa is clearly the type of man who strives to achieve his goals by any means necessary. He's determined, but doesn't seem egotistical, which makes him intriguing. You think he seems like the type of person who has his own sense of justice, his own tightly-knit morals. He follows the orders that are given to him and sticks to his principle. In short, he's the type of person who doesn't understand how to have any fun. 

It'd be amusing to chip away at that, you figure. To get him to go against those values, to see him choose the immoral route instead. Being forced to work alongside those he swore to kill, to get revenge on, a devil, would probably be the first step. 

So as much as he is difficult, and as much as he is a total hard-ass, he's also fun, you conclude. It's fun to wear down his serious exterior, to see him when he strays away from his usual poker-faced expression. It makes you wonder just how far you can push him, what else you can manage to get out of him. At what point would he finally break? When would that stern, rule-following demeanor finally snap, and what would happen when it did? 

You've quickly found yourself trying to do anything to create sparks, to bring some sort of heat to that unshakeable cold. Aki makes it almost too easy, because whatever you say or do seems to immediately put him in a bad mood. That's why as you've been walking behind him, you haven't just been sightseeing. You've been formulating a plan. 

You overheard Makima when she was giving him orders; Aki was given specific instructions not to kill you, not to fight you, and to let you handle any problems that occur. You're sure he's got to be dying to defy those, to put an annoying brat like you in your place. 

You're going to figure out just what makes him tick. You'll find something that'll really piss him off, and then, once he snaps, you'll have won. Even if he thinks he's the one with the upper hand, if you can get him to defy the rules, to live a little, everything will have gone according to your plan. You thought being a devil hunter would be nothing but boring nonsense, but maybe now, things will start becoming entertaining. 

He thinks you're some sort of trouble-maker? Then a trouble-maker is exactly what he's going to get. 

"Hey, sir, I wanna know something," You ask him, speeding up a little so you're walking closer behind him, "Why do you hate devils so much?"

Aki's reply comes quickly and point-blank. "None of your business." 

"Oh, come on. Just tell me." 

"No," Aki says firmly, "Stop asking." 

Your lips form into a subtle pout. "If we're gonna be working together, we should try to get to know each other, right? Why won't you just say it?"

"I have no intentions of getting to know you." 

You pause for a moment, realizing you've hit a dead end. It seems like trying to get him to open up about anything is a no-go. You need something you can work with, something that's gonna give you a bit of leverage over him. If he doesn't want to play nice, that's fine. You have to change your approach, and there's one thing you think will work perfectly. 

"Hm, well," You muse, "I want to get to know you. Tell me, would you say you're a strong devil hunter? Or a weak one?"

Aki scoffs, "What's it to you?" 

"I just wanna make sure I'm working with someone who's on my level, not someone who's gonna hold me back." 

There's a slight pause, before he replies, "The civilian sector is where weak devil hunters operate, not here." 

He's avoiding the question. Are you touching a nerve, is he insecure? You might just have him with this. 

"I don't think that's true, and you know why?" 

Aki doesn't respond, waiting for your answer. You give him a moment to simmer, to try and figure out what you're going to say next. His arms are held uniformly behind his back, and you can see his hands start to tighten, his knuckles start to tense. You're glad he's not facing you, because if he was, he'd see the shit-eating grin plastered all over your face right now. 

"I think Public Safety is filled with nothing but weak, useless devil hunters. I know 'cause… I'm looking right at one." 

Aki abruptly stops in his tracks, and you nearly bump into his back when he does. He turns around on his heels, and for the first time since you left, you're looking right at him. His eyebrows are furrowed tightly, the bridge of his nose is crinkled up, and he's eyeing you up and down with this look of utter disgust and contempt. 

Yeah, you've really done it now, but you can't shrink away just yet. You have to keep pushing, 'til you get him right where you want him. 

"What the hell do you know about me?" Aki says, and the tone of his voice is much angrier than before, much harsher. You're aware that you're making a scene now, stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, with people walking around you, giving the both of you dirty looks. 

You can't pay any attention to them, you have to keep focused on Aki. Don't look away from him, don't show that you're at all affected, otherwise this won't work. 

You reply, "You seem pretty weak to me, and what that lady said before confirms it, does it not?" 

"I'm not weaker than you. You don't know the first thing about what makes a person strong or weak." Aki's eyes narrow as he examines you, his posture rigid. 

"You sure about that?" You counter, straight-faced. "I heard what that lady said, she told you to let me handle things. So why did you tell me to let you handle it instead? You don't strike me as the type who'd disobey orders." 

Aki steps in a little bit closer to you. With the way you have to look up at him to continue meeting his gaze, you're suddenly aware of how tall he is compared to you, his body casting a harsh shadow over your figure. He just about towers over you, in fact. It gives you the feeling that to him, you must be small and meager. 

He utters his next words a little quieter than before, through gritted teeth, "Shut up. I'm your superior for a damn reason. If I tell you something, you listen and you don't question it." 

"Oh, whatever," You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, "Superior doesn't mean anything if you're a weakling." 

"You've got quite the attitude, don't you?" Aki leans over you, his voice sounding much closer to your ear, "I suggest you start watching your mouth, unless you want to have problems with me." 

"Why don't you watch yours?" You keep your gaze locked on his, despite how difficult it is to meet his sharp stare. "You've done nothing but be rude to me since we've met, you know. I didn't do anything, I don't think it's justified." 

"And you've done nothing but get on my last nerve." 

You shrug, seemingly unaffected by his mood, but you feel the smallest tinge of regret, the slightest feeling of nervousness. For a second, you wonder if pissing him off this much is a good idea, but before you can contemplate it much further, you're already saying, "Not my fault you've got such a short fuse." 

Aki brings his hand to your shoulder. He grips you hard, dragging you in. He's so close, mere inches away from your face; you can smell his fancy cologne, see the glimmers of spite that linger in his gaze. 

When he speaks again, his voice is a low, strict murmur, "This is the last time I'm going to say this to you. I am your superior, and you're going to treat me as such. Start taking this job seriously and stop acting stupid before it gets you in trouble. Do you think I wanted to deal with your bullshit, to be forced to work with scum like you?" 

The way he's scolding you, the deep and resentful tone of his voice: something about it makes heat rise to your cheeks, makes your heart pound impossibly faster. You feel embarrassed. There's a tight cord of anxiety forming in your chest — You feel like shrinking away from him, like you're suddenly the weak one in the situation. You were so confident earlier, but all it took was him reprimanding you like this for you to instantly regret what you just did. 

You feel like telling him, I'm sorry, please, forgive me sir, because everything from him telling you off to the way he stands over you, expression unyielding, hand tightening on your shoulder — You feel overpowered, in every sense of the word. At his mercy. The pressure is building, but before you can look away, Aki tilts your chin up a little with his finger, coaxing you to keep meeting his gaze. 

He leans forward just slightly more, and you notice now how he's speaking with his mouth mere inches away from yours. His lips look soft, they're parted a little, and although his tall frame in your vision is the only thing you can see, you know there's still people shuffling past. All these passerby, watching you get scolded like a child who's been naughty. 

Aki continues, "The only thing I want you to do from now on is sit back, keep your damn mouth shut, and listen when I give you an order. It's not that hard to do, so quit acting like a brat and show me some respect, got it?" 

You could do that, you really could step away right now. You could say you're sorry, and that would be that. But as much as the pressure is on right now, you still feel a lingering sense of satisfaction. He thinks he's the one in the driver's seat, but you can see it in his expression — His eye is twitching, his lips are pursed, his fingers are trembling ever-so slightly in frustration — He's going to snap. And you're the one who pushed him this far, who managed to get him this way. 

Honestly, being pinned under his thumb like this, treated like you're lesser, getting him really, truly pissed — It gives you a sort of thrill. A certain kind of high feeling, like even though he's in control, he's the one scolding you, it still feels like you've won. You accomplished what you set out to do, did you not? You got under his skin enough to make professional, no-nonsense Aki stop working just to reprimand you and cause a huge scene. 

This predicament of yours causes you to ponder the same thing you were dwelling on earlier, that same train of thought. How far would Aki go just to get the upper hand over you? What would he do to prove that he's right and you're wrong? 

You know you shouldn't enjoy pushing his buttons like this. You're sure the logical option here would be to fall back in line. Go back to work, follow orders like you're supposed to. But where's the fun in that? You can push him further than this. He's nowhere near close to breaking yet, and you want to find out what happens when he does. 

So, you say something you probably shouldn't — No, definitely should not say. Two little words that you know will piss him off more than anything. 

"Or what?" 

There's a pause. His hand is on you, his grip flexes, his body is so, so close. A brief stare-down, a deadlock that leaves you listening to the sound of your own heartbeat drumming hard in your chest, your mind spinning as you wonder what he's going to do, and what he's even capable of doing. And then —

"How about I show you, hm?" Aki stands up straight, peering down at you with an unreadable expression. He tilts his head, gesturing to the side, towards an alleyway that rests in between the tall buildings and crowded street corners. It's dark, and despite how much you squint your eyes, it's impossible to tell where it leads. 

"C'mere." 

Before you know it, before you even understand why, you're following him as he leads you deep into the alley. It's quiet, sort of dingy, cast in a dim, cool shadow. Far enough away from people that you can't hear them, but still close enough that you can see their shapes as they pass by the entryway. 

You're walking into the alley deeper, further, and you're about to ask, "Hey, sir-" But before you can get out, What are we doing here? He cuts you off by turning around and grabbing you by the collar of your shirt, slamming your back against the brick wall. 

Aki quickly has you caged in here, one hand tightly gripping your collar, the other placed firm on the wall beside your head. His knee slots into the empty space between your legs to trap you further, and he pulls you off the wall, dragging you forwards roughly by your collar until you're closer to his face. All you can do is sit there, limp, unable to move as he has you cornered. The impact of your back hitting the wall made your eyes shut involuntary, but you slowly open them now. 

You can look at him a lot closer than before; you study his earrings, black and shiny, glinting in the low light. His jawline is sharp, his nose is pointy and defined. He smells like cigarette smoke and cedar, completely intoxicating. Pinned this close against him, with his eyes never leaving yours, you feel like you could drown in his gaze. He's looking at you in a certain way that makes you feel trapped, like he's looking at something inferior, something he owns. 

Aki manages to somehow sound even more pissed when he speaks this time. "I don't know why you think it's acceptable to talk back to me, but you need to be taught something about respect, because clearly, you don't get what it means." 

You retaliate, "I don't need to be taught shit from you." 

"Apparently, you do. You fail to understand something as simple as respecting authority. If I was in your situation, I wouldn't be acting like this, I'd understand my place. But I guess you just don't get it." Aki's eyes narrow and his fist tightens on your collar. He keeps a resolute, level tone. "Miss Makima should have never taken you in, I think you're a lost cause."

It's difficult to speak with your collar choking you, Aki practically holding you up by it, but you still manage to spit out, "Huh? My situation? What's that supposed to mean?" 

"You really don't get it, do you? I guess I have to spell it out," Aki scoffs, "You're a fucking devil, and devils are less than human. As long as you're a devil, you'll be my subordinate, that's just the way it is. You should appreciate that I'm kind enough to give you this much." 

That word in particular, devil — The way he says it is laced with so much animosity, chewed up and spat out from his lips, like he hates even having to say the word. Like it's something about you, about this world, he absolutely, wholeheartedly despises. 

Your hands reach for his, grabbing at his knuckles, at where he grips your shirt, but to no avail; he refuses to let up. His thigh slides further upwards until you're sat between it, and you can start to feel the slightest amount of friction between your legs. 

You counter, "Well, aren't you nice. This is what you call kind? Treating me like shit, talking down to me like I'm some kind of animal?" 

"The way I'm treating you is all you deserve. I could kill you right now, but I'm generous enough to let you live. If you knew what's good for you, if you were at all smart, you'd ditch the attitude and be on the ground, licking the dirt off my shoes."

"Nah," You shake your head, and despite your situation, even though it would seem like he has the advantage here, you still have a playful smirk growing on your face. This is it, you're winning. "That lady told you not to kill me, and dogs like you always do as they're told." 

"Makima told me I can put you down if you try to run or disobey my orders. If you think your insignificant life means anything to her, you'd be dead wrong." 

"Put me down, eh?" You cock an eyebrow, a dry laugh escaping your mouth, "Like you even have the balls to do that." 

Aki taunts, "Yeah? You think so?" 

"I know so." 

After you say those words, everything happens in a matter of seconds. 

You notice his grip on your collar flex before he twists, still holding onto you. He roughly flings you away from the wall, with enough force that you stumble and fall on your ass. You manage to push yourself up, Aki standing over you and watching, allowing you to shakily stand to your feet. You don't have time to prepare to fight, though, because the second you've got your bearings, the last thing you see is him cracking his knuckles before his fist connects with your face. 

Fuck, he hit you hard. So hard you fall back again, all the way until you're on the ground. You can feel blood welling at your split lip, and you taste it on your tongue, where you accidentally bit down. The concrete pavement is icy cold against your skin; it feels good, almost, helping to soothe the stinging in your cheek. 

You really didn't expect him to hit you like that… Although, in hindsight, you should have seen it coming. Slowly, your senses start to return, the pain beginning to fade, but your daze is completely shattered when you feel Aki's foot come down on your face. 

He steps on your head with what feels like his full weight, grinding your cheek under his foot like you're a doormat, shoving your face further into the floor. It's filthy: the way you're pinned between the bottom of his shoe and the dirty ground of the alleyway. There's the sound of steel scraping metal, his sword being drawn from the sheath, the low hum of his voice — Don't move. — and then, you feel the sharp edge of his blade on your neck. So close, one misstep or tiny movement from slicing into your skin. 

Although your state doesn't make it easy, you're still able to see him in the corner of your vision; his expression deadpan, as if he's looking down at something far lesser, an insect. 

"You didn't put up much of a fight, did you?" Aki taunts, his eyes examining you, "Only one hit to take you out? If you weren't a devil yourself, I'd say there wasn't a good likelihood of you surviving past your first mission." 

You ignore him. "Get your foot off my fucking face." 

Aki leans his head down a little. He's silent, and in the corner of your eye, you can see the way his jaw flexes, the way he gathers saliva in his mouth. Then, before you have a chance to react, a glob of his spit lands on the front of your shirt. 

"Filth stays on the ground, where it belongs." 

You wiggle a little under him, trying to see if there's a way to get up, but Aki responds by pressing the blade of his sword firmer to your neck. Now, if you move even a centimeter, it's sure to cut you. Aki addresses it: "Didn't I tell you not to move? You're going to end up hurting yourself." 

Hurting yourself. Like he isn't the one holding the sword that's pressed to your throat right now. Like you're the one who caused this to happen, not him. 

You sigh defeatedly, "This is pointless. We both know you're not gonna kill me, so just let up already." 

"Of course I'm not. It isn't worth my damn time. Wouldn't be worth it to have to clean up the mess afterwards, either." 

With his foot still pressed to your head and his sword on your neck, Aki uses his free hand to rustle through the pocket of his suit jacket. He pulls a thin cigarette from the pack, sticking it between his teeth. He finds his lighter next, and you can hear him strike the wheel with his thumb. One, two, three times, before there's a flame to bring the cigarette to life. 

You're still slightly dazed, but the adrenaline is starting to overpower the hazy feeling. Your cheek is sore from where he keeps stepping on it. There's a slight, dull sting coming from your lip, and you can feel the blood starting to dry. 

Now this, this is the most pathetic you've felt in a long, long time. Your lip split from where he hit you, his foot shoving your face into the ground, his sword on your neck, all while he nonchalantly lights his cigarette. 

This is what it's like to lose against him, to genuinely find yourself beneath him, obedient. However, the most pitiful position you've been in since you met him also happens to be the most exciting. 

That thrill from before: you can feel it now, even stronger. In reality, it never truly went away. You're annoyed, but your heart pounds in your ribcage, you feel fire under your skin. Your head feels fuzzy and light, like you're floating in fluffy white clouds, fogging up and obscuring your vision, making it harder to think clearly or rationally. 

You should be done, you really should be done with this. The attitude, the quarreling. A sword to your neck should be the final straw. But should means nothing to you. Since when have you done what's correct, what you should be doing? 

You said it yourself. Aki isn't going to kill you. The heart-racing thrill: you want it more, you can take more from him. This is the most entertained you've felt all damn day. The exhilaration is so fun to chase, and Aki is so, so easily toyed with. 

There's a little smile tugging at your lips when you speak again, and you hope Aki can't hear it in your voice. "That lady told you not to fight me, did she not? I wonder what she's gonna say when she finds out you went directly against your orders." 

Aki speaks in between the cigarette in his teeth, grinding his heel a little harder into your cheek, making you wince. "Do you want me to give you another thrashing, or are you gonna shut up now?" 

"Tch. You're an asshole."  

"Yeah, sure." Aki shoves his lighter back in his pocket, taking a long, drawn-out drag from his cigarette. The smoke spills from his lips as he tilts his head back and slowly exhales. Finally, he says, "What's your point?" 

Your point? Your point is he's infuriating, impossible to get along with, and the most insufferable person you've ever had the misfortune of working with. Your point is that Aki is utterly difficult, and yet, he's the most captivating person you've ever encountered. 

No-one has put you in your place quite like this before. Nobody has ever made you feel this overpowered, this pathetic. There's something exciting about Aki being the first. 

There's elation, a thrill, in the feeling of being conquered by him, of having the power shifted away. And there's euphoria in the feeling of getting closer to him, when his hands were on you, when his mouth was just inches away from yours. There's a certain dizziness to the way he smells, to the way he effortlessly towers over you, to how physically strong you know he is, even though he holds himself back. The low, sultry lull of his voice goes right between your legs every single time he talks. 

Perhaps you want to break him just as much as you want to be broken. The idea of getting closer to him, closer than ever before, beating all the odds stacked against you, is absolutely alluring. 

Aki is a sworn devil hater, a model for professionalism, dignified and principled in every way. How amazing would it be to see him defy that, to make him want you, even though it contradicts all of his supposed values? He's been putting on this front, acting like he stand you, but the way he touches you even though he doesn't have to, the look of clear want in the back of his eyes that he's been trying to hide — Those things say differently. 

So maybe there's something else, something more you can gain from this struggle. Maybe, just maybe, there's another way to go about this. There's a different approach you can take, one much, much more satisfying. It's high risk, high reward. You're really not sure if Aki — straight-laced, goody two-shoes Aki — would ever do something so indecent. Aki, who hates devils, who always follows the rules, and who has no idea how to enjoy himself. A part of you is sure this won't work, but if it does, if this pays off… 

"You wanna know what my point is? Do you?" You taunt, finally breaking the silence between the two of you. 

Aki fiddles with the hilt of his sword, causing the blade to tap gently against your skin. He replies simply, without any elaboration: "No." 

"My point is I think you're compensating for something." 

Aki snorts, "Really? You were silent for so long, and that's the best insult you can come up with? You can do better." 

"I'm not saying it 'cause it's an insult, I'm saying it 'cause it's fucking true," You argue, speaking through gritted teeth. You're looking right up at him now, your gaze shooting daggers. Aki stares back with nonchalance, but also with a hint of curiosity, taking another lazy hit from his cigarette. 

You continue, "Guys like you only act this way because they're compensating for whatever they don't have. Did it make you feel good to take your frustrations out on me? Why don't you toss me around a little more, it might make you feel even better." 

"I wouldn't have needed to do this if you just followed my orders in the first place."

"Nope, this isn't about that for you," You wiggle a little bit under his weight, "This is about you wanting to take your anger out on a poor, defenseless devil." 

"This is about me teaching you a lesson on discipline. Seems I was unsuccessful. You haven't learned a thing." 

The blade of his sword, cool and sharp, presses further against your skin, shutting you right up. Your breath catches in your throat and you stare back at him, wide-eyed.

Aki holds his cigarette idly between his fingers, smoke rising up from the end. "You run your mouth way too much for your own good. For a 'poor, defenseless devil' you were acting real cocky earlier. What happened to that? You're the one who called me weak and useless. Now look at you." 

Then, Aki leans over, resting his weight on his bent knee, on the foot still pressing your face into the ground. In a tone much quieter than before, he says, "So, are you going to be quiet, or should I shut you up myself?" 

You eye him up and down. It's hard to breathe, hard to speak or even think, but you're just barely able to keep your guard up. You ask, "Are you going to answer any of my questions?" 

"I don't think they warrant answers." 

"Tell me, are you compensating for something? Or not?" 

Aki scoffs, "Are we really still on this subject?" 

"The fact that you won't tell me just means I'm right. You're probably a virgin, getting all pissy with me 'cause you're mad no girls will give you any attention." 

You can see the way Aki's jaw flexes, partially gritting his teeth as he sternly commands, "Watch your damn mouth." 

But you don't: "Is it fun to be Public Safety's measly little dog? I'm sure they keep you on a tight leash, never allowing you to have any fun. I bet you spend all your time running around, doing errands for that bitch, hoping someday she's gonna give you a chance. I'm sure that-"

You cut yourself off with a sharp intake of breath when you feel Aki press his blade into your neck. The pressure is only slight, but it's just enough to prick your skin. A thin rivulet of blood trickles down your neck, pooling onto the sidewalk under you, spilling from the small cut his sword created. Thump thump thump — Your heart beats faster, so hard you can hear it loud in your ears and feel it pounding in your chest. 

Sword to your throat, his foot stepping on your head, your own blood spilled; your body is frozen, but your head feels high. And when you peer up at him through blurry vision slowly beginning to focus, Aki looks like he's about to fucking lose it. 

Where his hand clasps the hilt of his sword, his grip tightens, his knuckles clenching. His lips curl into a scowl, his eyebrows furrow into a knot. He glares down at you with frustration, with a look like he wants you dead. This time, all he can manage is a choked, restrained, "Shut up." 

Your breathing comes out much harsher than before, and your eyes nervously flicker across his form. There's pressure building in the air, in between the two of you, so tense it feels like it's weighing down on you. With a voice that comes out weaker than you intend, you mutter, "Am I right?" 

"You're disgusting," Aki flicks his dying cigarette, scattering ash down, where it lands all over your clothes. "That's what you are." 

"And you have a small dick." 

In a single moment, with those few words, the cord of tension snaps — Aki swings his sword away from your neck and brings his foot off of your head. He takes a few steps back from you, then commands, "Get up, and don't make me tell you twice." 

You're a bit weak when you move, your limbs numb from laying on the hard concrete for so long. Hesitantly, you sit up, brushing the ash from the front of your shirt with your palm, the fabric still a bit wet from where he spit on it. 

Aki drops his cigarette butt on the ground, stamping it out with his shoe. You catch him sliding his sword back in the sheath strapped around his shoulder, muttering something to himself so quietly you hardly hear it. Something like, Can't believe I got your filthy blood all over it. Then, he grabs your elbow to yank you up the rest of the way, to your feet. 

Aki holds onto you tightly, guiding you up against the wall, putting you in the same position he had you in earlier: his height dwarfing yours, his knee caging you in. One of his hands presses flat to the brick, beside your head, while the other moves to grab your chin, forcefully tilting your head up so you have no choice but to look him in the eyes. 

There is it again — That sort of possessive look present in his gaze, framed by his messy bangs and heavy eyelids. He's close, so close, even more than last time, it seems like. If he were any closer, you're sure he'd be able to hear how much your heart is pounding right now. 

Aki exhales a deep breath, rolling his shoulders back to relieve some of the tension there, before he finally speaks. 

"Why don't you say what you said again? To my face this time." 

The frustration and anger you felt from him earlier have all but disappeared from his voice, replaced by the smooth, scolding tone you've become plenty familiar with by now. You can hear his breathing, soft and controlled. You can see the subtle rise and fall of his chest. There's that intense pressure again, combined with heat, with the closeness between the two of you. With the warmth radiating off your body and his, made stronger by the animosity. 

Once again, the balance has shifted, but not in the way either of you expect, not in the way it would seem. In reality, by bringing the two of you closer, Aki just did you a huge favor. 

You answer, "I said you're Public Safety's mutt, and not a very good one, at that." 

"And? What else?" 

"And that you have a small dick." 

Aki taunts, voice deadpan, "Wouldn't you like to know." 

"Oh?" You huff a dry laugh, "Is that an offer to show me?" 

"Tch," Aki scoffs, his eyes narrowing in contempt, "Don't be ridiculous. Do you think I don't understand what you're getting at? Do you think I'm stupid?" 

He's caught onto you, hasn't he? 

A grin tugs at the corners of your cheeks. "Of course not, sir. I think you're quite smart, actually. I just think you could stand to live a little, and if you understand what I'm getting at, then you should know what I mean." 

Aki keeps his hold on your chin, gripping a little tighter. The pad of his thumb brushes ever-so slightly over your bottom lip, where the blood has nearly dried. You're hot all over, and his hand is cold; his touch causes you to shiver. 

Aki continues, his voice low and quiet, "How do you imagine all of this playing out, hm? Acting like a brat isn't going to get you what you want. You seem to believe you're doing something here, but look where your antics have gotten you." 

His eyes flicker down, to the shallow wound on your neck. A dried stream of blood still lingers on your skin, and a tiny pebble of fresh blood wells from the cut, threatening to drip down. Then, his gaze flicks back to your face, resting on your lips. "All you did was end up getting yourself hurt." 

"Hm…" You muse, tone exaggerated as you feign thinking. His thumb continues to toy with your bottom lip as you talk. "No, I don't think it's what I want. It's what you want, actually." 

"You're projecting." 

You can't help but chuckle at that. There's a slight, teasing lilt in your voice when you speak again, the words dripping like honey, sweet and saccharine, "Isn't it hard, sir? It has to be so difficult, always following someone else's orders, never having the opportunity to take what you want. Why don't you be selfish for a change? Don't you want to have some fun?" 

Aki feels your lips quiver under his thumb. Your pupils are blown, gaze pooling with something he knows, but can't even begin to fathom. And when he moves his hand, faintly cupping your cheek, he feels the warmth radiating from your skin, the fire quickly spreading from you to him, filling his own body with a steady burn.  

His touch, delicate and light, is a perfect juxtaposition to his next words: harsh and strict. He replies, "What's difficult is having to deal with you. I'm sick of it." 

You feel his fingertips as they start to trail your jawline, tracing the shape, all the way until his hand is able to firmly hold the back of your neck. Your breath hitches, your eyes widen. Aki can see it in your face, in your reaction — The way his intimate touch intoxicates you, instantly sending blood rushing to your head. 

"I… I think…" You manage, gnawing on your bottom lip in an attempt to maintain your composure, "I think you wanna have fun, you just don't want to admit it. You don't have to hold back with me, you know. I'm sure you wanna enjoy yourself." 

"No, I don't. What gives you the impression that I do?" Aki replies, but he offers a tender squeeze to the back of your neck, and when he exhales, his breath comes out the slightest bit shaky. His eyes narrow, and it's like you can see the way his gears are turning, thought process reflected in his gaze. As if he's wondering, debating back and forth with himself… Does he? Does he want to enjoy himself? 

You've been keeping your arms at your sides since he first pinned you here, but with his eyes never wavering from your face, Aki can see your hand start to move in the corners of his vision. You wedge an arm between yourself and him, hesitantly pressing your palm to his chest, over the folds of his suit jacket. The fabric is soft to the touch, smooth. Clearly well-kept, dry cleaned and ironed to make it so. 

You can feel the way his heart drums under your palm to a quick, eager rhythm, how his chest swells with every deep breath. The bridge of his nose scrunches ever-so slightly — the only sign that he noticed — but Aki doesn't move, nor does he make any attempt to stop you. He's frozen in place, tentatively waiting for you to take the next action. Entertaining you, to the slightest degree. 

And you do just that: with a faint smile on your face, you slowly drag your palm down. Over his chest, fingertips ghosting across the crisp folds in his jacket, over the neatly done buttons. Then, down further, to cup the shape of his hip, to rub circles on his thigh, your hand just barely squeezing. 

"You say that you don't, but," Your voice is quiet, your fingers rub teasingly close to his inner thigh, and Aki bunches the hand that rests on the brick wall into a tight fist. "You're here, aren't you? You could get off of me any minute now and leave me here in this alley, but you haven't. You wanna tell me why that is, hm, Hayakawa? You wanna tell me what you're doing right now, why you have me pinned here?" 

No, you know why, and you want it just as badly as he does. You want to find out what he looks like with his crisp suit out of place, his tie loose, his shirt unbuttoned. You want to hear his voice when he can no longer maintain his level tone, what it sounds like when he breaks. 

You take a deep, trembling breath in. Aki exhales a slow, steady, controlled breath out. Here in this moment, it feels as though time only exists between the two of you. It passes in fractions, in every flicker of Aki's eyes over you, and in every faint beat of your heart. 

You can hear a plane as it flies overhead, a distant car horn honk — A subtle reminder that you're still in public, that what you're about to do is incredibly risky, but honestly, you can't bring yourself to care. The risk will make this all the more exciting. 

You speak to fill the growing silence, voice barely more than a whisper, staring up at Aki through your eyelashes. "You're so quiet. I bet you're thinking about it." 

Aki swallows, his voice lowered to match your volume when he replies, "Thinking about what?" 

You smile. "About bending me over and taking me in this alleyway, right here, right now." 

Aki sucks in a harsh, sharp breath. You lean in further, and his head dips in a little lower — Perhaps by accident, perhaps by choice. You stand up straighter to bring yourself closer to him, practically on your tiptoes; Aki can feel your warm breath fan out over the shell of his ear when you speak. 

"Well?" You ask. The heat from your breath and your soft voice in his ear causes Aki's whole body to shiver. "You're the one who said you didn't want to deal with bullshit or messing around. How about we get to the point, and you go on and tell me what you want to do to me." 

"I… I don't…" 

Aki trails off; the words are stuck in his throat, unable to form, and he cuts his sentence short with a loud gasp when your lips suddenly press to his ear. Your hand grabs the diamond of his tie, yanking him in even closer. You trail kisses down his cheek, his jaw, so light they can hardly be felt, so teasing they send sparks of electricity through his veins. 

You whisper against his skin, "Tell me how badly you wanna fuck me right now." 

"I think… I think that's just what you want." Aki tries to keep his voice unshaken, but you can tell how it's beginning to waver, his resolve faltering. There's a warm flush blooming on his cheeks, and he leans his head further into your shoulder, hoping you won't be able to see it. "You're awfully desperate. As if you even have the privilege to be." 

"No, you definitely want this, just as much as me. You're the desperate one here, I'm sure." 

Aki grits his teeth and chokes out, "I don't fuck devils." 

You grip his tie tighter, pulling him in until you're able to press your lips to his neck; Aki's body curls over you, obedient. His heart is pounding — You can feel it, the way his pulse thrums steadily beneath your lips. Your teeth connect, nipping faint love bites, mouth hot on his skin, and he's practically melting at the sensation, his weight starting to slide down the wall. I don't fuck devils, he claims, but when your hand trails from his thigh to between his legs, you can feel where the stiff outline of his cock strains his slacks. 

"Ah, s-shit," Aki stammers, "You…" 

Whatever he was hoping to say dies out when you squeeze him. Aki sighs deeply, his thigh sliding down from the wall, his hips subtly shifting back to give you better access. 

You palm his dick; he's so warm here, throbbing and aching under your touch, so much that you can feel his cock pulse even through the fabric. When you squeeze again, harder this time, Aki can feel precum dribble out, getting his dick messy, his boxers filthy. 

You press a long, lingering kiss to his collar. Then, you pull away to admire your work; red smears cover his skin, up and down his neck, and the crisp, white collar of his dress shirt is marked with a vivid lipstick stain. 

"Wow, you're so hard," You tease, trying your best to hold back a snicker, "Is this just from me kissing you? I knew you wanted me, but I had no idea you wanted me this badly." 

The only thing Aki can manage to mutter into your ear is a quiet, forceless, "Stop." 

You retort, "Why should I?" 

Aki swallows hard to clear some of the dryness in his throat, then murmurs, "We can't do this, not here." 

Yeah, he says that, but his words carry no bite, and his actions betray them; even while he speaks, even while he says we can't, he's rutting his hips into your touch, desperately seeking out more friction. A hushed whine leaves his lips when he grinds himself hard against your palm. 

"Oh?" You smirk, "So that's what you want, you want me to stop, huh?" 

Abruptly, you take your hand away from him. Aki's breath hitches from the lack of contact. His cock aches even more, suddenly feeling terribly confined in his slacks. So desperate to come free, to feel something. 

Aki stutters, "No, I'm-" 

You cut him off, "You're so needy, poor thing. All you have to do is admit you want me to touch you and I will. You think you can do that, sir?" 

"Fucking," Aki growls, his hand squeezing the back of your neck, "What I want right now is to shut you the hell up." 

"Hah, is that so?" You laugh, "And how are you gonna do that? Are you gonna shut my mouth with-" Your hand returns to grab him, palm stroking the shape of his cock through his pants, and Aki can't hold back a groan. "-this?" 

The moment you said that, the second your hand began palming him again, it's almost like you flipped a switch. The last of his resolve was finally chipped away, his need for you reached a boiling point, and now, there's no turning back. You can sense it in the way his breath starts to quicken, in how his hand grabs your side with a tight grip, wrinkling up your dress shirt. You know he isn't holding himself back anymore when his lips hover over your neck, his breath warm, and he finally says what you've been waiting to hear. 

"Yeah, you'd fucking like that, wouldn't you?" Aki's voice is low and sultry, laced with a hint of annoyance; his tone makes you feel weak, your heart flipping, the breath punched from your lungs. "Bet you're dying to have my cock down your throat. As if you even deserve it, considering the way you've acted." 

A soft whimper escapes your mouth before you have the opportunity to stop it, and you swear you can hear Aki huff the faintest chuckle. He runs his hand down your lower back, all the way 'til he finds the curve of your ass, and you gasp when he gives it a firm squeeze. 

Your eyelids flutter, and his tongue swipes over your neck — You're like putty in his hands then, instantly yielding. His tongue, warm and wet, licks up the stream of dried blood from your skin, the taste metallic in his mouth. You hastily rub his dick with your palm, and his lips latch to your wound; he sucks fresh blood from it, his teeth nibbling faint impressions, your taste fogging up his head. Somehow, you swear you feel him get even harder. 

Aki mutters into your neck, "You're awfully quiet now." 

It's difficult to formulate a sentence with his mouth all over you, but you manage to hesitantly ask, "And… And if I say that I do? If I say I would like that?" 

Aki presses his lips to cut, placing a kiss so unexpectedly soft and tender it makes your head spin, your thoughts teetering. His fingers thread up through the base of your scalp, sending tingles down your spine. He answers, "I'm not sure you've earned it, honestly. You'd be lucky if I gave you my fingers — No, you don't even deserve that much. The most you deserve is my shoe to grind down on." 

You're not even thinking before you babble, "I deserve it, I do. I… I really want you, please." 

"Oh, you're so greedy," Aki hums, muttering breathlessly between his lips peppering teasing kisses on your neck, "I know you'd be happy with anything I give you, but you still want more." 

You nod, squeezing the stiff tent in his slacks, and Aki sighs into your skin, quickly pulling back so he can look at you. He grabs your chin with his fingers, tilting your face towards him; his gaze meets yours, and his eyes are pooled with lust, pupils blown out wide, swallowing the blue of his iris. 

In a low tone, voice smooth, Aki says, "I like it when you beg for me, it's fitting for a pathetic little brat like you. Why don't you beg a bit more, then maybe I'll consider giving you what you want." 

This may be the first time you've listened to his orders, but the second you've realized that, pleas are already falling from your mouth and you can't do anything to stop them. 

"Aki, please." You whine, and it's the first time you've said his name like this, too. The way you say it so desperately, like you really do need him — Aki feels his heart skip a beat in his chest, and his dick pulses under your hand. You plead, "I really want it, don't be mean to me." 

"No," Aki scolds, his eyes narrowing, and he leans in a little further, speaking softly, his lips mere centimeters away from yours, "If you want it that bad, then ask me properly. Tell me what you want, and speak with some respect, otherwise you're not getting it." 

You hesitate for a moment, listening to the heavy breaths — yours, and his — as they echo around the alley. Only for a moment, though, because you know exactly what he wants to hear, and that happens to be the only motivation you need. 

Finally, you stammer, "I want your cock, Hayakawa, sir," You gulp, Aki's breath hitches, and then, you continue, "I want it in my mouth, want you down my throat." 

"Fuck, you think you can take it?" Aki mutters breathlessly, and when you nod your head, he takes one step back from you. He briefly eyes you up and down, and his hand tremors slightly as he brings it to your shoulder. 

"Then get on your knees." 

You don't need to be told twice. 

With his hand on your shoulder, Aki guides you to switch places with him, so that his back is to the wall and you're positioned in front of him, at his feet. He hurriedly pulls his sword strap off his body to make himself more comfortable, tossing it to the ground with a clatter. Then, he holds the back of your head, gently coaxing you to your knees. 

His heart thrums hard in his chest, a wave of anxiety rising in his nerves. If he's being honest with himself, Aki still isn't sure if he should be doing this. No, he definitely shouldn't. He should get back to work, stop acting stupid, quit messing around, but he just can't. 

Honestly, when did he get this way? Was it when you first laid your hands on him, or was it when he figured out that you wanted him, when you gazed at him with that hazy look in your eyes like you're just begging for him to take you? He isn't sure, he doesn't know when or why or how he became unable to resist you, but right now, he really doesn't care. 

He wants this way too damn bad. He needs you so much that all he can do is sit back and let this happen, even if his brain is telling him he shouldn't be. 

And when he sees the way you obediently sink down to your knees in front of him, hands promptly fiddling with his belt to get it undone: it makes his head feel hazy, clouded with a certain sense of adoration, and all of his hesitations are quickly tossed away. 

You stare up at him expectantly for a second, and Aki chides, "What are you waiting for? You're not chickening out, are you? You're the one who said you wanted this right here, right now." 

You're not, definitely not. You hesitated for a moment only because you suddenly realized the gravity of your situation, and you can hardly believe it's even happening. 

This is it, you did it, you won. You've got rule-following, devil-hating Aki Hayakawa pushing your head towards him, exhaling a heavy sigh of relief when your hand cups his bulge through the fabric of his slacks, his dick throbbing and stiffening beneath your touch. When you look up at him, you can see he's practically panting, his lips parted as he reaches up and grasps his tie to work it loose. His eyes never leave your figure as he watches you, anticipating your next move with bated breath. 

This is really happening, you're going to do this right here, down a dingy alleyway in broad daylight and… Honestly, you want him so badly you can't even begin to question things. 

So, you shake your head and reply, "I'm not. I'd never. And I won't change my mind."

"Good. That's what I like to hear." 

The metal buckle of his belt clangs as you unfasten it. In this moment, everything starts to seem louder in your ears, more surreal. You can hear the sound of his breathing, shaky exhales quickened with nervousness and excitement. The smell of him fills your lungs: his rich cologne and cigarette smoke. 

With his belt undone, hanging in the loops, you pop the button on his slacks next. Your fingers clasp around his zipper, pulling it down slowly, and as you do, Aki shoves his hand in his jacket pocket. He finds a cigarette, placing it between his lips, then his lighter, and he uses his palm to shield it from the breeze. You're edging his pants down his hips when you hear him strike the wheel, flame bringing his cigarette to life. 

The outline of his cock is even more noticeable through his boxers, thick and heavy where it sits on his thigh. There's a bit of wetness seeping through the fabric, from where his precum has dribbled out and dirtied it. Aki shoves his lighter back in his pocket, holding his cigarette between two fingers; he brings it to his lips, inhales from it deeply, lazily, and when your palm cups his dick, he groans, puffs of smoke falling from his mouth. 

He's so fucking hard, so needy — You can't help but tease, "See, I knew you wanted to have some fun with me, Mister 'I don't fuck devils.'"

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" Aki snaps, flicking the ash from his cigarette, his eyebrows furrowing up, "God, always such a pain in my ass — Why don't you put that pretty mouth of yours to use, show me it's good for more than just giving me lip." 

"Oh? You think it's pretty?" 

Aki seems to falter for a moment. "It's-"

He interrupts himself with a shuddery gasp when you press your tongue to his clothed cock, breathing hot air that he can feel even through the fabric. You swirl your tongue around him, getting the fabric of his boxers even wetter. His whole body shivers, and he leans back further against the wall to support himself. 

You place a wet, open-mouthed kiss to his stiff bulge; Aki whines softly, and through his heavy breaths, he's just barely able to choke out, "I can't… Don't tease me." 

As much as you want to oppose those words, you can't deny that you want this just as badly as he does, and you're getting a bit impatient yourself. So, you simply flash a playful smile in response before hooking your fingers around the waistband of his briefs, gently tugging them down, pressing one last delicate kiss to his clothed cockhead as you do so. You yank his boxers past where his hip bones jut out, then to his thighs, just enough to take his cock out. 

It's thick, pale, with a slight curve to it — So damn pretty that you nearly start drooling at the sight. Aki holds his cigarette deft between two of his fingers, reaching down to grab your face with his free hand, just as you wrap your hand around the base of his dick, stroking him to a lazy rhythm. 

He mouths something so quietly you almost miss it: Hold still. Then, he shifts his hips until he can lay the length of his cock over your cheek. For a moment, he holds you there, admiring the way it dwarfs your face, a little half-hearted chuckle escaping his lips. 

He brings his thumb to the tip of his cock while your loose palm continues to pump him. A faint, wet sound echoes in your ears as he rubs circles over the slit, gathering the sticky precum that leaks from there. He presses his thumb to your mouth, and when your lips part, he shoves it in, smearing his precum over your tongue. 

"There we go," Aki praises, exhaling a long, unsteady breath. Your lips close around his finger and you give it a gentle suck. Aki groans, "Yeah, want you to suck on me just like that," He pulls his thumb out of your mouth, grabbing your face and squeezing your cheeks. "Got it?" 

You nod, "Mhmmm. Yes, sir." 

Sir. His cock throbs just at that. You've been so damn difficult, always arguing with him, always trying to get on his nerves, but now that he's finally figured out what you wanted from him, you're unusually well-behaved. He could get used to seeing you like this, he thinks. Your obedience just makes him want to ruin you. 

Aki presses the tip of his cock to your lips, and you feel it throb hard when you kiss it. He pulls on your chin, coaxing you to open your mouth. Smoke wisps up from the end of his unattended cigarette. Punctuated by his harsh breathing, he slurs a string of instructions: Open wide. Stick out your tongue. C'mon, you're gonna have to open wider than that. 

Once you take him into your mouth, slowly bobbing your head down on him, your throat adjusting to his size, Aki gulps and praises, Atta girl. Keep taking it just like that. Watch those teeth for me. 

God, if being scolded by him makes you feel high, then being praised by him takes you even higher. Your head feels fluffy, and you whimper weakly around his cock. Aki presses down on the back of your head with one hand, bringing his cigarette to his mouth with the other. 

He takes a deep inhale before he's mumbling around the smoke, "Oh, that's it, baby." The pet name slips from his lips before he even realizes. His words make you even dizzier, and he tosses his head back, Adam's apple prominent in his throat, "Fuck, don't stop until it's all the way in, yeah?" 

Aki groans when your tongue swirls around his length, pushing your head down more, encouraging you to take all of him. It's so much, he's too much, his cock filling every part of your mouth and your throat, to the point where it's difficult to breathe, let alone keep your composure. The only thing you can think about, the only thing filling all of your senses is him, and all you can do is stare up at him, doe-eyed, as he shifts his hips forwards and crams his cock all the way down your throat. 

The tip of your nose nudges at his pelvis. Aki holds you in place, his palm rubbing the back of your head, fingers toying with your hair. He can see the way you're struggling to take him, muffled gags sending weak vibrations down his length, but he doesn't let up — He makes you watch as he takes a long, drawn-out drag from his cigarette, smoke falling from his lips as he exhales slow and steady. 

With your warm and wet mouth around him, swallowing him up, the nicotine seems to hit his system harder than before — Aki feels his whole body relax, his eyelashes heavy and fluttering, his shoulders slumping. 

"You're finally quiet now… I knew you could be good for me." He mumbles breathlessly, and he holds his cigarette between his teeth so he can reach down, wiping the tears welling at the corners of your eyes with his thumb. He feels the heat radiating off of your cheeks, and he carefully brushes messy strands of hair from your face so he can get a better look at you, tucking them carefully behind your ears. 

The cock-drunk expression already present on your face, the pleading look in your eyes, the way your mouth feels around him — Aki's breath starts to come out sharp and fast, his heart pounding in his chest, and he knows, he knows he can't restrain himself anymore, even if he wanted to. Not when it's this good, not when you look so needy for him, not when he's this desperate for you. 

It doesn't matter if he shouldn't be doing this, he doesn't fucking care if someone turns and walks right down this alleyway. He's going to be selfish, he's going to take what he wants from you. This is what you wanted him to do, isn't it? 

Finally, he drags your head back, giving you a second to breathe and your jaw some relief, but the moment is short lived when his hips abruptly rut forward, shoving his cock back in. Aki takes control then, gripping your hair tightly as he starts up a rhythm, fucking himself into your mouth. 

The alley quickly becomes filled with the wet sounds of you slurping and choking on his dick. He reaches so deep into your throat, and as his pace gets rougher, more and more greedy, your throat starts to ache, and your mind is a muddled blur, thoughts consumed by the feeling of his dick in every corner of your throat. 

His cigarette is nearly spent, and Aki takes one last drag, sighing as the smoke leaves his lungs. He taps the cigarette with his finger, flicking the ash to the ground below, before he asks, "Where do you want this?"

You're confused, at first, but Aki shows you what he's getting at when he hovers his cigarette over the nape of your neck, where exposed skin peeks out from the collar of your shirt. His expression is unreadable, but when you look up at him through your eyelashes, you notice how his pupils are blown out wide, how his face is dusted a warm shade of pink. 

"Shit… Should I put it out right here?" 

You mumble around him, the vibrations on his cock causing him to inhale a sharp breath through his teeth, and Aki seems to take it as a yes. 

He presses the end of the cigarette down, putting it out right on your skin, just above your collarbone. He grinds it in deep, using your neck as his ashtray, and it burns. You whine as an enveloping heat blooms over your skin, across your neck and your shoulders. There's a bit of pain, cold and warm at the same time; it mixes with pleasure, with the ache between your legs, and then, it goes numb. Aki flicks the cigarette away once it's completely out, a slight, satisfied smile forming on his face. 

"You're so amazing, God," He praises, exhaling a shaky sigh, "Such a good girl." 

The sounds coming from the both of you grow louder and louder, more and more obscene. You're choking on him, and he's panting, his chest heaving with every breath, low whines of pleasure falling from his lips between every gasp. What if someone hears you? Someone could turn down this alley, they'd hear your gags and whimpers, and they'd see you on your knees, your superior's dick in your mouth, Hayakawa's dick — While the two of you are supposed to be working, no less. 

What would his co-workers, what would his boss say, if they went looking for him and saw this? Utterly square, professional Aki, getting off instead of doing his job. In a dingy alleyway, his cock down the throat of a fucking devil. He's always so calm and composed, poker-faced, but here, his face is flushed red, his lips are parted, quivering slightly, and his expression is contorted in pleasure as he falls apart at the seams. If anyone saw, he'd never live it down, surely. 

Your eyes flicker over to the entrance of the alley. Shadowy figures of people can be seen walking past, faraway and tiny, but still there. You're sure the darkness of the alleyway is enough to conceal the two of you, but if any of them come this way, if anyone walks back here… 

"Hey." 

Aki's voice interrupts your thoughts, his hand grabbing you firmly by your cheeks, and your gaze immediately darts back to him. There's a slight look of annoyance on his face, and in a resolute tone, his hips stalling, he sternly commands, "Look at me. Don't look anywhere else, I want you to focus on me." 

You offer him a shallow nod. Aki starts up his rhythm again, his hand returning to hold the back of your head, shoving you down onto him, and his hips shifting forwards, inching his cock further into your mouth. You force yourself to keep your eyes on him, on his face. 

Even though it's difficult to breathe, difficult to take him, it feels good, he tastes good. You begin to match his pace, bobbing your head in tune with his movements, swallowing him up as best you can manage. It's messy, wet tears coating your cheeks, spit dribbling from the corners of your mouth. 

His dick leaks warm precum down your throat. The shaft glistens from your drool each time you pull back, smeared a diluted red from what remains of your lipstick. 

Aki brushes his fingertips over the cigarette-sized burn mark on your neck, rubbing it with his thumb, making it sting. You whimper, tears streaming down your face, and Aki cups your cheek in his palm, his thumb wiping them from your eyes. He sighs, and with his gaze still locked onto yours, you can see how his eyes become filled with adoration, his expression softening. In a voice barely more than a whisper, he mutters, "So pretty when you cry for me." 

His breathing gets a little faster, his pace grows a little rougher, until he's fucking your mouth relentlessly, rolling his hips in an attempt to get himself even deeper inside. Your tongue swirls around his length — Aki whines, his body tensing; the stimulation on his dick is too much to handle, too perfect, too good, and when you force your head down, sucking hard, Aki can't take it, suddenly gasping, "F-Fuck, I'm gonna-" 

He cuts himself off with a loud moan, his grip tightening in your hair, his head tossed back. For a moment, he considers pulling out, but when you shut your eyes and take him as far as you can, your lips wrapped around his base, he gives up; he buries his cock in your mouth as far as he can manage. 

The pleasure builds, builds, builds, until with one last harsh suck on his dick, Aki feels it all boil over. Beads of sweat form on his forehead. His voice is strained, breaking, words slurred and nearly incoherent as he mumbles, "Oh God, cumming, I'm cumming — Swallow it, pretty baby." 

And then, he's moaning through desperate gasps, his cock twitching as he spills into your throat. You swallow nearly all of his cum, reaching up to grip his thighs, your fingers digging into the fabric of his pants. When he's finally spent, sure that he's given you every last spurt of his cum, he relaxes, his body slumping against the wall. His hand softly strokes the back of your head: a subtle form of praise. 

When you pull back, you wipe the drool from your chin and the tears from your face with the back of your hand. Aki catches his breath. His bangs stick to his forehead from his sweat, and he reaches up to hastily push them out of the way. 

Slowly, he comes down, his eyes fluttering open; his gaze immediately darts to the entrance of the alleyway, lingering for a moment as the stars fade and his vision comes back into focus. No-one, that's good. He blinks away the rest of the haze before his eyes return to you. 

You look like a mess, your cheeks tear-stained, your hair ruffled, trying your best to stifle little coughs. Well, he's sure he isn't faring much better. He's got to look pretty disheveled, too, with his tie loose, his face covered in sweat, and his cheeks red hot. And he's still hard, his dick starting to ache again, just at the sight of you. 

Fuck, you could barely take him. You were choking on him so much, but still staring up at him with an eager, lust-filled look, like you were enjoying yourself just by pleasing him.

Yet, even though you could barely take him, even though you're still struggling to breathe, you're looking up at him with a wild, excited expression, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. Aki has his gaze locked onto you, and he watches as you open wide, stick out your tongue, and let him see the bead of white — his cum — that lingers there. 

Half in disbelief, half in pure ecstasy, Aki slurs, "Oh, God…" 

You giggle, putting your tongue back in your mouth, and Aki swears he feels blood rushing to his dick when you swallow. When you speak, your voice is sickeningly sweet, enough to make Aki's heart leap when you ask, "You gonna fuck me now, sir?" 

"Shit," Aki pushes himself off the wall, stumbling a little when he stands up straight. He finds his footing, then he crooks a finger at you, mumbling, "Up." 

Your legs are a little shaky when you rise to your feet. Aki yanks his boxers up, not bothering to re-button his pants or fix his ajar belt. His hands fist your shirt collar, and before you can say anything more, he's yanking you towards him; his eyes flutter shut, and his lips come crashing onto yours. 

The kiss is messy and desperate — You're wrapping your arms around his neck, and he's gripping your sides, dragging your body as close to his as he can get you. His lips feel just as soft and perfect as they look, and when they part, he's licking into your mouth, sucking eagerly on your tongue. You grip his tie to yank him in even more, and he tilts his head to kiss you deeper, bringing a hand to your jaw. His touch is delicate, a perfect contrast to how greedy his kisses are. 

He tastes like fresh mint and the rich flavor of his cigarettes. You taste like himself, and the sensation has him reeling. His head goes foggy and light as he melts in the feeling of your lips on his, and just from this, he's already getting hard in his briefs again. You just taste too good, kissing you feels too amazing, too addicting. God, he's going to want to have you again, isn't he? 

With his palm still holding your side, Aki carefully twists, switching your position with his. Before he presses you up against the wall, he places his hand over the small of your back, providing a buffer between you and the hard brick. Then, his hand is fumbling to pull your dress shirt out from where it's tucked into your pants. As soon as he's got it, he slips his hand up your shirt. Your whole body shivers at his touch, his hand cool on your warm skin. 

Trailing his fingertips over your soft, bare skin, Aki feels the curve of your waist, traces the shape of your spine; he feels you melt into his touch, your body slumping, your back arching into him. 

His fingertips are nimble, and his palm is calloused, but his touch feels absolutely heavenly. As his lips press harder against yours, he gropes and squeezes your breast through your bra, and you groan into his mouth. 

When he pulls apart from you, you're both struggling to catch your breath, panting heavily, but he gives you little time to rest. You catch a glimpse of his face before he dips down — Pupils blown out wide, his face flushed, eyelids heavy — and then, his lips press softly to your neck. 

You sigh out his name quietly, your fingers tangling through his hair, his topknot starting to come a little loose. His head feels fuzzy, his thoughts cloudy, but in a brief moment of clarity, between his gentle kisses and love bites, Aki whispers to you, "You wanna get out of here?" 

Your response comes quicker than he expected. "No," You shake your head, gripping his hair tighter, "I can't wait, I want you right here." 

Aki laughs dryly, burying his face into the nape of your neck. He should have known you would say that. His soft bangs brush over your skin, and his fingers absently toy with the hem of your bra, threatening to slip under. 

"God, that's…" He pauses, exhaling a shuddery sigh, "That's dangerous, you know?"  

"We've already taken plenty of risks, haven't we? What's one more?" 

A bird chirps from somewhere above. A train whistles from someplace far away. Aki's hand slides down, feeling out the ridges of your ribcage. He rubs slow circles into your side with his palm, lost in thought. After a steady, deep breath, he softly replies, "If we… If I do this, then I'm not gonna be able to stop." 

The way he says those words, his tone deep, his voice wavering — It implies exactly what he means. I won't be able to stop myself, I won't be able to hold back, even if someone walks down this alley. 

You smirk. "Then don't." 

Aki steadies himself with one last shaky breath in through his nose, out through his mouth. Then, he takes a few steps back from you. You see him swallow, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He reaches up, adjusting his askew tie, his eyes giving you a quick once over. He allows himself one last chance, one more moment of contemplation, of considering if he should actually go through with this. If he should really fuck you, you, a damn devil, right here, right now. 

Well, should he? He's pretty sure he already established that he shouldn't, he just can't find it in himself to care. Right now, he's listening to his dick instead of his brain, but honestly, who can blame him? The way you're looking at him — It's like you're begging for him to let go, like you need for him to take you right now, in whichever way he pleases. It's absolutely intoxicating. 

Still, you can see the hesitation in his gaze, the way he bites his bottom lip, how his fingers around his tie tremble more than they should. His tone seems genuine, softened at the edges when he asks you, "Are you sure, are you certain you want to do this?" 

You huff, "Yeah, I'm sure." 

"Because I'm- I mean, you can say if you want me to stop, y'know, if you…" 

"Aki." 

The firmness to how you say his name causes Aki to freeze. He eyes you up and down expectantly. 

You continue, voice low, steady, "I'm sure, I've been sure. I told you, didn't I? You don't have to hold back with me." You breathe in, breathe out. A deep, heavy sigh. And then — "Do your worst." 

Aki gulps. Do your worst. He wonders what his worst might be. What, exactly, you'd let him do to you. How much you'd be able to take. He supposes he'll find out. 

In a strict, level tone, he commands, "Face against the wall." 

You follow his instruction immediately, spinning around, and Aki continues, "Bend over. Spread your legs for me. Place your hands on the wall, like-" He steps forwards, grabbing your wrists in each hand and guiding you to press your palms flat on the brick. "This." 

One of his hands settles on your waist, while he places the other on the small of your back. Aki guides you carefully until you're arched to fit perfectly under him: his tall frame is leant almost completely over yours, his hips are pressed up flush to your ass. Your arms are bent, your cheek nearly touching the brick wall, your legs spread a bit. 

In this position, he's so close, and it's so obscene, your body arched, your legs open. Aki takes a deep breath, and with his chest fitting into the curve of your back, you can feel the way his chest expands, then contracts. 

His body is large enough to dwarf your own, casting you in his cool, dim shadow. He wraps his arm under your stomach to pull you closer to himself, and when he does, you can feel the stiff outline of his cock in his briefs rub up against your ass — Already so hard, straining the fabric uncomfortably, dribbling precum out over his thigh.  

Aki leans down, his deep voice close to your ear, breathless: "How bad do you want this?" 

"Just as badly as you." 

Aki chuckles. His palm travels down your back, all the way to caress the swell of your ass. "So, very, very badly then, huh?" 

Your response comes in the form of a half-sigh, half-whimper as you shift to grind your ass on him, but to your surprise, Aki grabs your waist with an iron grip. He holds you still, stopping you. "Hey," You huff in frustration, "What's up, did you change your mind? Is someone coming?" 

"No. I'll keep going, but there's something I want you to do for me first." Aki replies; his voice is suddenly stern, resolute, and it throws you off a little. 

The gears in your head start to turn, and timidly, you ask, "And… What might that be?" 

His hips shove towards you firmer as he drags you in, even closer. You can clearly feel his hard cock pressed up against you, but with him holding you still, you're provided no movement, no friction. It's fucking agonizing. His lips ghost over the shell of your ear, and he speaks at barely more than a whisper when he mutters, "I want you to apologize." 

Aki nips at your ear; his warm breath and the intense closeness of his body on yours spread a wave of enveloping heat over your back. It's difficult for you to speak, your voice sounding feeble, but you still manage to ask, "...For what?" 

Aki replies matter-of-factly, "For acting like a brat, and for your blatant disrespect." 

"You… You can't be serious," You huff, rolling your eyes, "There's no way I'm doing that."  

Aki's lips graze over your jaw, soft, but barely there. "Then you're not getting fucked. It's a pretty simple request — I'm not sure why you'd decide to throw a fit now, when you're so close to getting what you wanted. I thought you were more desperate than this." His voice is low, the slightest bit condescending, "You're still my subordinate, so be good and apologize like one." 

Without a second thought, you snap, "Oh, bite me, you prick." 

"I will if you ask nicely." 

Aki grabs both of your hips, holding you still. Hesitantly, he grinds his clothed cock against your ass, a small gasp escaping his lips. Even through the layers of clothing: his boxers and your slacks, you can feel him. So thick, so close to giving you what you're desiring, but not quite. 

As he slowly humps your ass, searching for whatever bit of friction he can receive, your mind begins to wander. His breath in your ear is heavy, shaky. 

You think of when his cock was in your mouth, and imagine what it would feel like filling you up, his dick stretching you out. You imagine his precise fingers on your clit, long digits shoved in your aching pussy. A lump grows in your throat, a knot tightens in your chest. You want him so badly, so much it aches, and judging by the way he grinds on you, starting to rub his dick up against you with a desperate fervor, you're certain he wants you just as much. 

Your lips quiver, words on the tip of your tongue, until finally, you blurt out, "Aki, fuck- I can't wait anymore. I really want you, please." 

The desperate, syrupy tone to your voice causes Aki to briefly falter, if only for a second. His heart flutters in his chest, blood rushing to his cock, but his daze is shaken when you try to move your hips. He holds you firm, gripping even tighter: A silent command to hold still. 

"You're so needy," He teases, his voice cold, but the slightest bit strained. When you yield, going slack under him, his hand slides around to your front, fingers toying idly with the button on your slacks. "We're supposed to be working, you know. But here you are, begging for me, and you couldn't even wait for us to go somewhere more private. You want my cock that badly? Tch, dirty girl." 

Growing impatient, you counter, "And you were supposed to show me around the city, yet you're in some dingy alley getting your dick wet instead. I wonder what that says about you." 

Aki wraps his arm around your stomach, dragging your body closer to his, making certain you feel the outline of his cock, how hard he is, how much he's throbbing. He mutters, "C'mon. That's no way to get what you want." 

Even though he has his dick pressed up to your ass, even though he's grinding against you lazily, each of his sentences punctuated by his ragged breathing, Aki's voice assumes that same familiar, scolding tone. The tone that quickly puts you in the same overpowered, weak state you shifted in and out of when you first began this struggle. You're losing, again. But your head couldn't feel any higher. 

Aki continues, his breath hot on your ear, "Talking back to me is going to get you nowhere. I'm sure I told you this before, I thought you understood. Were you not listening again?" 

"I know," You slur, and there's heat rising to your cheeks from the embarrassment, from the pressure, "I was listening, I swear." 

"I don't think you were. If you had been paying attention, you'd be busy apologizing to me right about now." 

"Aki-"

"Be quiet." Aki snaps, "I don't want to hear anything else out of your mouth unless you're doing what I asked." 

Slowly, teasingly, he glides his hand down, his palm caressing your inner thigh; when he hears the immediate hitch in your breath, he drags his hand away, further from what you want. You can't help but whine in disappointment. 

Aki grinds a little harder against you. His cock is sitting thick and heavy on his thigh, the fabric of his boxers soaked from his dribbles of precum. He's aching, dying to be inside you, to feel your tight walls around his cock, to fuck you stupid. But still, he doesn't let up, refusing to give in. He won't, not until you're compliant. Not until he wins. 

Your breathing comes out faster, more uneven, and Aki is panting just as hard. He slips his hand under your shirt, fingertips tracing circles on your stomach, his touch so light and delicate it makes your whole body shiver. The shape of his dick on your ass, his touch on your skin, his large figure caging you in, his warm breath on your neck — Everything reaches a fever pitch, and with your mind in a haze, you finally crack. 

"I'm sorry!" You shout. Tears of frustration prick at the corners of your eyes as you continue to babble, stumbling over your words, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sir, please, forgive me. I really need you, I can't…" 

Aki taunts, voice low, "Are you? What are you sorry for?" 

You hear the button on your pants pop. 

"For…" You gulp, "For acting like a brat, and for being disrespectful to you." 

Then, you hear the zipper: drug down agonizingly slowly, the sound and the anticipation that comes with it seeming to cut through the echo of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. 

You start to speak again — Sir, please, I'm — but before you can finish your sentence, Aki's fingers slip under your slacks. You cut yourself off with a sharp intake of breath. 

"There we go." Aki praises, and he rewards you by pressing his fingertips to your clit through the fabric of your panties. He rubs faint, barely-there circles, but it's still enough to give you some of the pleasure you had been oh-so desperately searching for. Your legs tense up, a quiet whine escaping your lips. Your hands, still pressed to the brick wall, tighten into fists. 

"That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Aki takes his hand away to grab your pants, gently pulling them down to your thighs. Then, he cups your pussy in his hand. He can feel the warmth there with his palm, and when he speaks, his tone returns to the certain deep, resonating vibrato that always sends a pang between your legs. "Do you think you've been good enough to have me touch you? You think you've earned it?" 

"Yes, yes," You reply quickly, but can hardly speak, nodding your head hurriedly. You're so wet, you're practically dripping, and you're certain he must be able to feel it through the damp fabric of your underwear. "I deserve it, I can be good. Just please-" 

Aki interrupts, "You wanna be good for me?" 

"Mhmm, yessir." 

Leaning his body over you all the way, Aki hikes your dress shirt up to your chest, until his hand is able to grip your bare side. He gives you a gentle squeeze, then brings his other hand to hold under your chin. Carefully, he tilts your head upwards, guiding you to look up at him, his face situated directly above yours. 

"Open your mouth." 

You're following the command as soon as you hear it. You open your mouth slowly, staring up at him through a half-lidded gaze. It's difficult to see from this angle, but you're sure he looks composed, his messy bangs falling to frame his face. His expression serious, but his pupils blown out wide. 

Aki taps his finger gently on your cheek. "You need to open wider than that. Stick out your tongue some, too. There we go." 

He grips your chin tightly, his jaw flexes. A red-hot fire rises to your cheeks — You're embarrassed, sitting here with your mouth open wide and your tongue out, eagerly waiting for what you know he's going to do. This should be such a pathetic position for you to be in, this should be totally humiliating. 

Shouldn't you be ashamed of yourself, of how desperate you're acting? And yet, all you can manage to think of, the one sensation that dominates everything, making your thoughts feel flowery, your limbs feel weak — All you feel is that utter, all-encompassing thrill. 

And when he gathers saliva, spitting a glob of it directly onto your tongue, you whine, your thighs shake, your head feels dizzy and fluffy; Aki commands, "Swallow." And you're listening to those instructions to a tee, instantly feeling a rush of adrenaline and an ache between your legs the second you've swallowed down his spit. 

Aki sighs deeply. His dick throbs once he sees you swallow, sending precum oozing down his thigh. His forehead falls to press to yours, his bangs brushed over your face. "Oh, fuck… Good girl." 

He swiftly hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties, hurrying to pull them down. His palms stroke your bare thighs, the stiff outline of his cock shoves against your ass — Even less friction than before, and you can feel it pulse with need, the fabric of his boxers a soaked mess. 

"Where should I touch you?" Aki asks breathlessly, "Right here?" 

Before you even have the chance to answer, he rubs his fingers through your soaked folds, gathering your slick on the digits. You're dripping out all over his knuckles, his hand quickly becoming a glossy, wet mess. Aki chuckles quietly, and he places a quick kiss to your forehead before leaning his head back over your shoulder, speaking close to your ear once more. 

"God, you're wet… Did that turn you on, baby? Shit," His dick throbs, he exhales a half-sigh, half-moan, "You like it when I spit in your mouth? You're filthier than I thought you'd be. I love it." 

You can't manage a response to that, just a feverish nod. Your eyes screw up tight, and you hear Aki spitting again — This time, into his hand. He brings his hand between your legs, rubbing your clit with the base of his spit-soaked palm, firm and rough. 

If you're filthy for this: for wanting him to fuck you right here, in public, for getting wet when he scolds you, when he spit into your mouth — You're filthy, sure, but he's no better than you, is he? His dick is so hard it's aching, and you can feel his heart pounding like a drum where his chest presses to your back. He's the one who has you bent over here, who's getting off on teasing you perhaps even more than you are. 

The heel of his palm rubs slow, deep circles on your clit. Aki taunts, "Feel good? I want you to tell me how it feels." 

"Aki- S-Shit," The words barely come out, and you're speaking through tiny gasps when you mutter, "It's really good, please-"

You're not sure what you're begging for at this point, but Aki seems to get the hint. He brushes his fingers over your pussy, fingertips teasing at your entrance. "You want them inside?" He doesn't wait for an answer before he's easing two of his fingers inside you. 

"That's it," Aki coos, his voice a little shaky. His fingers stretch you out, slowly and carefully. "Can you take them all the way?" 

You manage to reply, "Mhmm.." 

Your heart pounds incessantly in your ears, your legs threaten to buckle. You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself, and briefly, Aki stops. His voice in your ear is quiet, calm, seeming to resonate deep in your skull, deep within your chest. 

I'm right here. Focus on me. Got it? 

You're pinned beneath him here: Aki resting his body weight on top of you, his fingers inside your cunt, holding you up by your tummy with his other arm. You press your thighs together, the inside of them slick and wet, his arm right between them. You can feel the smooth fabric of his suit jacket sleeve rubbing your skin. If his sleeve isn't filthy already, it's going to be ruined after this, surely. 

Aki presses his fingers in knuckle-deep: his ring and his middle, the two longest. And they're so long, reaching so deeply inside you, stretching you out perfectly. Gently, he curls them, pressing them right up to your sweet spot, eliciting a needy whine from your lips. 

I know it feels good, but don't make too much noise. We wouldn't want anybody to hear us. 

You offer him a shallow nod and try to stifle your noises as best you can, but you're unable to hold back a few weak whimpers. His fingers are already soaked, glistening with your slick when he drags them out, echoing a lewd, wet sound when he pushes them back in. 

With a soft groan, he shoves his cock firmer against your ass; he can feel it throbbing, aching with need. You're so wet, and he knows if he were to sink his cock into you, it'd slide in so easy — The thought alone is enough to make him feel delirious.

Shit… You want me to go faster? 

Aki fucks you with his fingers until your legs are starting to shake. Your walls are so tight around the digits, squeezing them each time he drags them out, sucking them in greedily when he presses them inside — God, you're so desperate for him. Aki wants to give you more, needs to give you more. You've been so good, you deserve it. You deserve to have him give you everything. 

He hears your breath start to pick up, sharp and desperate. The pace of his fingers stays steady, controlled, Aki determined to make you cum. His lips press faintly to the shell of your ear. 

That's it, keep going, just like this. You're doing so well. 

A tight knot coils in your stomach, your edge coming closer, closer — Aki holds you tight, and he pulls his fingers out to briefly rub precise halos over your clit, his fingertips soaked with your slick. You're shaking, gasping, up on your tiptoes as your back arches into him. 

I want you to cum for me. You think you can do that, pretty girl? 

His words are all it takes to make you fall apart. Your whole body trembles, your moans growing louder and louder; His free hand quickly comes to cover your mouth, his palm muffling your noise. He coos, Shh, shh. That's it. Oh, baby… 

You cum hard for him, your whole body trembling, and Aki shoves his fingers back inside; he fingers you through your orgasm, blood rushing to his cock when he feels the way your cunt pulses around the digits. He draws out as much pleasure from you as he possibly can, only slowing when he notices you beginning to come down, and only dragging his fingers out of you when he's sure you're completely spent. 

As you catch your breath, your muscles relaxed, the exhilaration in your head starting to fade, Aki removes his palm from your mouth to hold you up, close to himself, your weight supported on his arm. "You alright?" He murmurs, and you offer him a quick nod and a slurred, Yes. 

You still want me, don't you? 

You laugh. Come on, is that even a question you have to ask? 

You're right. With the way you're already shifting your hips to grind your ass on him, a desperate look in your eyes as he grabs your chin, tilting your head up and to the side so he can look at you — It's clear you're nowhere near close to satisfied, and there's no way in hell Aki's quitting now. Not until he's given you all he has, not until you've finally had enough. 

With his hand holding your chin, Aki runs his thumb along your bottom lip, bringing his other hand in front of your face. His fingers are soaked, glistening in the low light, and he slowly spreads them apart, letting you see the way your slick and cum sticks between them. "Look at that. You made such a mess, you gonna clean it up?" 

His thumb pulls down gently on your lip, and you take the hint, parting your mouth obediently. Aki presses his fingers in slowly, careful not to push you too far, so you won't gag. Your tongue swirls around the digits, licking them clean, tasting yourself. 

And once again, just like all the times before, the praise he utters into your ear sends your heart fluttering: That's my girl. You think you can take my cock now? 

As soon as he's pulled his fingers from your mouth, still wet from your saliva, Aki makes quick work of yanking down his boxers. He grabs your hips to drag you towards him, his cock sliding in between your thighs. He's so hard, fucking aching, precum dribbling out from the sensitive tip, and it's so wet, messy with the slick that coats your thighs, your cunt practically dripping out onto him. 

Aki, please. 

The way you say his name so sweetly, so perfectly — He wants to fuck you so badly he's starting to get dizzy, to hear you say it over and over again, to make you say his name. His, because he's the one you're so desperate to have, he's the one you're bent over in a dirty alleyway for. You belong to him and you know it. 

So desperate for me. Be patient. 

Without even thinking, you counter, stammering, "I'm… I'm not desperate." 

"If you're not, then," Aki rubs circles into your skin with his thumbs, holding your hips tightly. He ruts forwards to a lazy rhythm, fucking into your plush thighs, the shaft warm and wet, throbbing incessantly, the friction delicious on his aching cock. "You're fine if I keep doing this?" 

He could spend an eternity here, teasing you as much as you can take, making you beg for him again and again, his dick buried between your thighs. But he knows what you want, knows what you need. You need more. 

You can hardly speak: "No, I… I'm…" 

"C'mon. Spit it out." Aki demands, "If you want it, tell me." 

You swallow down the lump in your throat, your heart hammering against your ribcage. Your words come out as barely more than a whisper. 

Aki, fuck me. 

Aki scoffs. Tsk. Try again. Ask properly. 

God, he's fucking difficult, even up until the very end, but you'd be a liar if you said you didn't enjoy it. You'd be lying if you tried to claim you didn't love this: the way he forces you into obedience, time and time again. 

I want… I want your cock. Hayakawa, sir. 

You hear a quiet whine, a hitched breath, as Aki presses his cockhead to your entrance. His dick throbs hard, and his voice trembles ever so slightly. 

Ask nicely. Say please for me. 

Then, a deep sigh of relief when he eases inside, pushing past the initial tight ring of your cunt, stretching you out just barely, around the fat tip of his cock. 

God, it feels so good — You want him to sink all the way in, to fill you up with the entire length of his cock, to feel him as deep inside as he can possibly get. Without a second thought, desperate pleas continuously fall from your lips: Please, please, please. 

Aki sees the way your legs begin to buckle, his arms around your middle holding you up tighter, closer to himself. You're under him, with his body leant over yours, his large frame dwarfing your own — You feel overpowered, owned, and the feeling only seems to multiply when one of his arms snakes under you, his large hand carefully wrapping around your throat. He squeezes, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to make you melt, your head floaty and high, your nerves going numb. 

In a tone that's deep, smooth, intense, Aki mutters into your ear, "That's a good girl." 

Then, he rewards you, easing himself into you slowly, stretching you out around his fat cock. His knuckles tense, fingers tightening around your neck, his touch sending tingles throughout your head, your shoulders, your spine. Through heavy eyelids, his gaze flickers down; Aki watches, vision hazy and blurred at the edges as the shaft of his cock is buried deeper and deeper inside you. He's so wrapped up in the sight that he almost doesn't catch when you weakly mutter, More. 

God, I'm gonna give you all of it. 

And he does: he groans when he's sheathed himself all the way in, down to the hilt, gently rocking his hips, burying himself into you as much as he can manage. He's so deep; you can feel his cock in your stomach, all the way inside you, throbbing to a dull rhythm. His hips are shoved deft to your ass, his warm, bare, sweat-soaked skin pressed against yours. 

Aki takes a moment to catch his breath. You take him perfectly, just as well as he imagined — No, even better. You feel so damn good around his cock, squeezing him tightly when he nestles in deeper, sucking him back in greedily when he tries to pull out. Perhaps if he knew from the start that you would feel this fucking amazing, he wouldn't have wasted so much time; he'd have you bent over for him from the minute you got here. 

You feel his warm breath on your ear, his quiet voice, genuine and strained: You feel so, so good. 

Starting up a gentle rhythm, Aki fucks into you with shallow thrusts, each movement careful and hesitant as he tries to give you a chance to get used to the feeling of him stretching you. He rests his weight on your back — You can feel his heartbeat drumming wildly in his chest, even through the layers of his shirt and suit jacket. If it wasn't for him holding you up, you're sure you would have fallen by now. 

He gives your neck one more faint squeeze as he shoves his cock in, sending blood rushing to your head, before he drags his hand over to your stomach. With the heel of his palm, he presses down, adding more pressure, and you can't help but whine out his name. 

"Aki," You manage, voice threatening to break at the end. 

"You want more? Shit, you want me to fuck you harder, yeah?" Aki interrupts, saying exactly what was on your mind. "You gonna keep your voice down?" 

In any other circumstance, or if Aki wasn't busy fucking your brains out, rendering coherent thoughts unable to form, maybe you would have considered yourself pathetic. Maybe you would have thought this, what's happening right now, was utterly embarrassing for you. Here you are, in a dirty back alley, with your superior's dick inside you, his hands all over you, and all you can think about is how badly you want more. 

Your superior, fucking Hayakawa, who's a total ass, utterly insufferable, and here you are, begging like a little bitch for him to fuck you harder. 

Without even considering whether or not you'll be able to fulfill his request, you're babbling, "Uh-huh, yessir, yessir." 

Aki's lips graze over the shell of your ear. If you get too loud, I'm going to stop. Show me how well you can take it. 

Whispered, slurred, you mutter a promise to him: I will.

After that, once he hears you say those few words, Aki stops trying to hold himself back. 

His hands grip your bare sides, his fingers trembling, his palms warm. He starts fucking you like he really means it, burying his cock in over and over. The buckle of his belt jingles, still hanging loosely in the loops of his slacks, and the soft sound of skin hitting skin — his hips hitting your ass — begins to bounce off the enclosed walls of the alley. You can hear him in your ear: his gasps for air, hushed curses, little moans of ecstacy that he's unable to hold back, and you're practically biting on your tongue to shut yourself up. 

Aki fucks you like he needs you, like he needs this, like he's needed someone to fuck like this for far, far too long. It's like he's taking out his frustrations on you, all of his resentment, and all of that pent up desperation he's had for so long now, everything building and building until it explodes — Until he fucks you like he's unable to quit. 

One of his hands presses to the back of your head, shoving your face into the wall, the brick rough on your cheek. The other glides over your bare ass, where he grabs and squeezes, and when you promptly whimper, he's not sure what overtakes him, but he gives your ass a firm slap — Immediately soothing the sting by caressing your skin with his palm. 

Fuck, I can't- You're squeezing my cock so much. 

Your hands tighten, grabbing uselessly at the wall, fingertips scraping the surface. Aki suddenly grabs your chin, roughly jerking your head upwards, and you hear him mumble something that sounds like, Open. 

You take the hint, opening your mouth wide, and while he's still fucking you, rutting his hips to a desperate fervor, Aki messily spits — The glob drips from his tongue, a string of drool, a total mess of his saliva. When it falls to your mouth, you gulp, and Aki groans, his dick throbbing at the sight, at the way you eagerly swallow down his spit. 

He leans back, then, spitting another messy glob of saliva — It drips down your ass, all the way to the shaft of his dick, getting it slicker, wetter when he shoves it back inside and God, it's so damn wet, so soaked, so easy for him to fuck himself into you. 

You're both getting louder, despite your attempts to keep quiet, and Aki hastily brings his hand to your mouth, covering it firmly with his palm. He leans in, his voice low and strict when he scolds, "I told you to be quiet. Do you want someone to hear us, or what?" 

… Actually, he knows he shouldn't get excited by that thought — He knows he shouldn't feel his dick get harder, his breath come out quicker, and his heart hammer faster when he imagines someone walking down this alley and seeing him fucking you senseless, but he just can't help it. He can't help but feel like he wants someone to see, to know just how desperate and needy you are for him. 

But, even if he enjoys the idea, he's still a man of his word, and when you're acting disobediently, something needs to be done. 

So, Aki begins to slow his pace. His thrusts are deep, but restrained, agonizingly teasing as he drags his cock out lazily, feeling the way your walls tighten, gripping the shaft. You mumble something incoherent into his palm; perhaps a protest, or possibly a plea for more. 

Nevertheless, Aki ignores it, and asks, "Can you hear that?" 

You promptly shake your head. Honestly, it's hard for you to even hear anything. His voice sounds like it's been plunged underwater, your head fuzzy with clouds and fluff, your brain practically unable to think. All you're focused on is the intense pleasure you're feeling: warmth that spreads across your entire body, pooling in your gut, causing your legs to shake and your toes to curl. You try your best to pay attention, and you don't notice it at first, but then —

When he thrusts in again, that's when you hear it — A disgustingly wet noise, so loud, the echo seeming to fill the entire alley. 

Heat rises in your cheeks, and a low chuckle falls from Aki's mouth. "So fucking wet…" He taunts, "You're still so loud. God, what am I going to do with you?" 

Aki keeps his palm deft to your mouth as he begins rutting into you harder again, burying his face into your neck to stifle his noise. He fucks you faster, harder, putting his full weight into every thrust. His pace grows ragged as he chases his own pleasure, his hand shifting, his thumb pressing to your lips, urging you to part them. And when you do, he's shoving his thumb into your mouth, pressing it to your tongue, mumbling the command: Suck on it. 

You do as you're told, lips closing around his thumb as you suck gently, your moans muffled, quiet. Aki feels himself start to lose control, his edge growing closer. 

He groans, "Shit, I can't- I'm close-" He thinks he can hold out, but when you start whimpering around his finger, shifting your weight on your heels to press your ass into him, urging him to fuck you even deeper, he's pressing his lips to your throat, muttering into your skin, "You want my cum?" 

"Yeah, yeah, I want it-" 

"F-Fuck… You gonna ask for it nicely?" 

Aki thinks, Of course you are. 

"Uh-huh," You're stammering, nodding your head feverishly, Aki fucking you to a desperate pace, "Please, I want your cum, Hayakawa, sir, please." 

Hayakawa, sir. God. 

Aki yanks your dress shirt up to your chest as he pulls out, and he wraps his hand around his cock, jerking it with a tight grip. The tension snaps, and Aki gasps — His cum shoots from his cock, ropes of sticky white covering your back, your ass, dripping down to your thighs, getting you utterly filthy. He lets his cock lay over your ass, squeezing the sensitive tip of his cockhead, making sure everything he has to give you drips out onto your skin. 

"H-hah, shit," Aki mumbles, his voice hoarse, breathless, "So messy… Such a good girl. Such a good girl for me." 

He comes down slowly, catching his breath, his arm coming to wrap around your stomach when he sees you starting to slip. With a shudder he can feel across his entire body, Aki drags his half-hard cock over your ass, over his cum, and although he's trying to calm down, when he looks at you like this, as you eagerly grind your ass up against him, he just can't. 

He's swiftly filled with the imperative to fuck you again, to get more, because he isn't done. There's more he can give to you, more he can take. 

Still, the prickle of nervousness welling in his chest causes him to turn and look towards the entrance of the alley. There's more people than ever. He can see their small, shadowy forms as they walk past. If any of them walk just a little bit closer, then… 

For a very brief moment, Aki considers stopping. He contemplates whether or not he should ask you if this is too much, if you two should get out of here like he initially suggested. But, all of those hesitations are cast away, all of his nervousness is replaced by a wave of desire the moment he hears you speak. 

You beg, "Aki, please. I want more, want you to make me cum- Please, can you?" 

It's risky, and only getting riskier. But when you ask him like that, when you beg for him to make you cum, how is he supposed to resist you? You always win in the end. 

So, Aki slurs, "Okay, okay, yeah." He places his hands gently on your waist, instructing, "Turn around for me, baby."

As you shakily stand to your feet, he holds you up by your waist so you won't fall. Then, he guides you to twist until your back is pressed to the wall, your weight leant on it, and your arms around his shoulders to keep yourself steady. 

Aki reaches up, grasping the diamond of his tie, carefully loosening it until it hangs undone around his collar. You clasp your hands around his neck, and he pops the buttons on his suit jacket next, taking it off and tossing it to the ground — It's filthy already, anyway — leaving him in his crisp white dress shirt. 

He hikes his sleeves up to his forearms, exposing his biceps, skin covered in scars from various contracts, and you're reaching down to jerk him as he does it, your palm around his cock quickly getting him hard again. 

Aki's eyes meet yours. Gently, he places his arms under your ass, lifting you up until you can wrap your legs around his waist. The metal of his earrings glint in the dim light, the tips of his ears a faint shade of pink. 

He looks so different from what you're used to, from the way he normally looks: so serious and poker-faced. Right now, his gaze is deep, filled with longing, his pupils blown wide. His messy bangs stick to his forehead from sweat, his eyelashes flutter, and his cheeks are flushed a light tinge of pink, warm to the touch when you cup his face in your free hand. 

He's pretty like this, you think. He's pretty when his bangs frame his face, when his hair is loose and unkempt, close to falling out of his topknot. He's pretty with his soft lips parted, when he's only in his dress shirt, with his slacks pooling at his ankles, when he's so goddamn needy for you. His voice sounds pretty and deep when he slurs a quick, You ready? And when you nod, he's easing back into you — The expression on his face then is the prettiest. 

It's warm, wet, tight, especially from this angle. Aki's breath hitches the second he's pressed in, and as his cock slowly fills you, the pleasure starting to build up again, he clumsily grabs your chin, pulling you in until your lips come crashing onto his. 

He moans into your mouth as he kisses you, his tongue swirling around yours, your hands fisted in his collar to drag him in even closer. He buries his cock in deeper, all the way, and it's so much, too much — His dick is so sensitive he can hardly stand it, and it's so damn messy when he thrusts in, the shaft smeared with his cum, your pussy dripping with your own arousal. He pulls his lips away from yours to gasp for breath, starting to fuck you to a steady rhythm, as best he can handle. 

His head is cloudy, all his limbs feel light, and when he buries himself in the tight warmth of your cunt, he finds himself drowning in the feeling. You feel so good, so amazing — You're so warm, so close, and there's so much pleasure. So much, so much, so much, and, God, he's going to lose his fucking mind. 

Your hand holds the back of his head, fingers threading through his soft hair. When he suddenly thrusts into you hard, you whimper, gripping close to the scalp, sending tingles down his neck and over his shoulders. Aki presses feverish kisses to your cheek, your jaw, your nose, and when he pulls back, his forehead falls to press against yours. His words are mumbled softly from his throat, barely more than a whisper. 

You take me so well, you know that? 

He's forehead to forehead with you then, his topknot coming looser and looser as your hands tug at his hair with every rough thrust. Aki can feel sweat dripping from his brow, can hear the wet squelch of his cock fucking into your soaked cunt. 

You want me to fuck you harder, baby? Tell me what you want, I wanna make you cum. 

You nod and babble without a second thought, Yeah, Aki, please. 

Aki gasps — Oh my God… — His pace growing faster, less contained. It's hard for him to breathe, even harder for him to think, but the way you say his name is so amazing, so perfect, all he knows is that he needs to hear you say it again. He doesn't care who hears anymore, he doesn't care that you're both getting louder and louder, your moans turning into screams. All he cares about is you, you, you. 

Aki grips your waist tighter, tight enough you're sure his grip will bruise. He commands breathlessly, "Want you to say my name again. Tell me who's fucking you so good right now." 

His voice is all it takes to have you oblige: You chant his name, over and over again, tell him, You are, you are, Aki. Each time it falls from your lips, his heart skips a beat, his dick throbs and holy shit — He needs to give you his cum, he needs to finish with you, more than he thinks he's needed anything in this goddamn world. 

With each thrust in, he's hitting that perfect sweet spot deep in your core, pushing you to the edge. You feel it coming, your breath starting to quicken, your muscles starting to tense, the pleasure boiling and boiling and —

"Aki!" You cry out his name, your eyes screwing shut, your arms wrapping tightly around his neck, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum…" 

"Yeah, h-hah, I'm close too," Aki presses a quick, faint kiss to your forehead, his lips soft, his touch tender. Your high approaches with a rush of adrenaline and waves of pleasure, and just before you fall to pieces, just as you're reaching your peak, Aki's deep and smooth voice mutters instructions that push you right over the edge. 

Cum for me. Get my dick nice and wet, pretty girl. 

You're falling apart for him then, your whole body tensing, your hands clamoring at his back, grabbing fistfuls of his dress shirt, your cunt throbbing around his dick; you bury your head in his shoulder to stifle your noise, but Aki can still hear your moans, your wobbly chants of his name. Aki, Aki, Aki — Over and over again, so fucking desperate, so pretty, and all for him. 

Aki presses a firm hand to the back of your head, holding you there, close to himself. He fucks you clumsily, his hips beginning to stutter, and when he feels you cum on him, squeezing like a vice around his cock, he can't hold himself back from riding the same high. 

He shoves himself in deep, fucking you shallowly through his orgasm, his cock spilling inside, filling you with the last of his cum. He gasps out your name as he finishes, incoherent strings of curses and gasps alongside it — Fuck, fuck, feels so- Oh God, babygirl… — his voice high-pitched, strained. His vision goes white, his hands tremble as he holds onto your sides, and his whole body shudders before his muscles relax. 

Time appears frozen in place for a few short moments. You begin to catch your breath, your heart rate slowing down, the high you were feeling starting to fade. Once exhaustion hits your limbs, your body slumps, and Aki holds you up, muttering quietly into your ear, "I've got you."

His breath feels warm on your cheek as he exhales shallow gasps. Your eyelids feel heavy, sleepy, the warmth of his body held close to yours just amplifying the feeling. Aki whispers, "You okay?" And when you nod your head, he softly instructs, "Here. I'm gonna set you down. Put your arms around me." 

You wrap your arms tightly around his shoulders, and very carefully, Aki puts you down, making sure you've regained your stability before he fully lets go. 

Everything starts to become clearer as Aki helps you get dressed, one of his hands kept on your waist to steady you. He pulls up your pants, buttons them, tucks your shirt in so it looks orderly. He brushes messy strands of hair from your face, his fingertips brushing over the marks on your skin, over your neck — Undeniable proof that he was there, that this was real. Even now, he still finds it hard to believe. 

Perhaps he should be angry with you, perhaps he should scold you for what happened. But… Honestly, after taking out his stresses on you, he feels too calm to make a big deal out of it. 

He fixes himself next: he pulls up his slacks and re-clasps his belt buckle. He bends down to snatch his suit jacket from the ground, pulling it back over his shoulders and buttoning it up. He grasps his tie, straightening it, pulling to make it tight. 

His gaze meets yours as he's reaching up into his hair, grasping the loose hair tie to pull it out, dark, messy locks falling around his face. "You're not talking," He says, crooking an eyebrow, "You must be tired." 

You groggily reply, "Mhmm… I am. Really tired." You pause, nearly losing your train of thought when you look at him, admiring the way he looks with his hair down, so pretty — But once you find it again, you ask, "Do you think anyone saw us?" 

Aki takes a quick glance at the entrance to the alley. The traffic seems to have cleared, with much less people walking by than before. Nothing seems suspicious, nothing seems out of the ordinary, and when he looks towards the other side of the alleyway, he concludes that the two of you are still very much alone. 

He shakes his head and replies, "No, no. I don't think so." 

Although your brain still feels hazy and muddled, and your body feels weak and weary, you've begun to come to your senses. The reality of the situation, of what happened, hits you all at once, and as if he can read your mind, Aki tells you, "We don't have to talk about any of this, if you don't want to." 

With his hair tie around his wrist, he grabs his hair, tying it up neatly into his signature topknot, nice and tight. He shoves his hand into the pocket of his suit jacket once he's done. 

"No, it's fine, it's…" You avert your eyes for a moment, trying to think, "It's okay. To talk about it, I mean. I don't regret anything." 

Aki hums, "That's good to know." 

He finds his cigarettes, pulling one out and sticking it between his teeth. Then, his lighter, and he tilts his head away from you to strike the wheel, a small flame bringing his cigarette to life. 

To break the silence, you ask him, "You gonna make me go back to work now?" 

Aki shrugs his shoulders. "C'mon," He replies, putting his lighter back in his pocket, smoke wisping up from the end of his cig, "I'm not that mean. You live around here? I'll walk you home, I'll tell Makima you got sick or something." 

"No, I don't. They had me staying at Public Safety for now." 

Aki takes a long drag in from his cigarette. The nicotine soothes his lungs, relaxing his body and his mind. He feels calmer, more composed, his worries melting away. Perhaps that's why, after he's exhaled the smoke from his lungs, when he opens his mouth next, he's saying to you, "I'll take you back to my place, then." 

"What?" You exclaim, "No way, that's not necessary." 

"I won't be there, I still have work I need to get done today. I'll give you my keys, you can leave whenever you're ready. Or stay until I get back, it's up to you." 

"But-" You're about to protest, but instead, you sigh in defeat. "Alright, fine. You missed a spot, by the way." 

"Huh?" 

You grab his shirt collar, still smeared with a bright red lipstick stain, and tuck it into his jacket. In the dim light, it's difficult to tell, but you swear you can see the slightest tinge of pink dawn on Aki's cheeks. He says nonchalantly, "Oh, thanks." 

Tapping his cigarette with his finger to scatter the ash, Aki brings his free hand to your waist, holding it hesitantly, his eyes scanning your face as if he's waiting for some kind of objection. When there is none, he brings his cigarette back to his lips, taking another drag before abruptly asking, "Did Makima assign you a buddy yet?" 

"...What's that?" 

"Everyone at Public Safety has a partner for going on patrols and such. It's safer that way, to work in pairs," Aki explains, "You should be mine." 

"Huh? Really?" You huff a dry laugh and lean back further against the wall, crossing your arms over your chest. "You're joking, right?" 

"Nope." When he answers, his voice sounds stern and serious as ever, true to his words. "My last buddy quit, so now I don't have one." 

"That's not what I meant. I mean like… Why would you ask me? I thought you hated my guts." You scoff, "You really wanna be buddies with a devil?" 

Aki eyes you up and down, his expression poker-faced. "Considering what I just did with said devil, I don't think it's so crazy." He tilts his head upwards, exhaling smoke into the afternoon sky. "I'll take back my proposal if you're not interested." 

"No, I'm…" You blurt out, looking away sheepishly, "I'm interested." 

"Good. I'll give the paperwork to Miss Makima. You'll have to sign some things tomorrow." 

As seconds bleed into minutes, puffy white clouds passing idly in the sky, Aki finishes his cigarette, dropping it to the ground and stamping it out with the heel of his shoe. He takes a step back from you, looking down, checking to make sure he looks in order. 

There's still one more thing lingering in your mind, and so, you ask him, "Hey, Aki." 

Aki looks up, "Yeah?" 

"Do you think I'm pretty?" 

Aki chuckles. He reaches down, grabbing his sword sheath from off the floor. "Yeah, I do. I thought so when I first saw you." 

You huff, "Wish you'd have just admitted to that from the start."

"Well," Aki stands up straight, tossing the strap of his sheath over his shoulder. A soft, ever-so slight smile forms on his face. "If I had done that, we wouldn't have had as much fun, now would we?" 

He rustles around in his pockets, finding his keys. The keyring jingles when he places them in your open hands. You examine them: there's a couple of silver keys, a metal tag with his last name, and a small label of a three digit number. His apartment number, you assume. 

"So…" You start, looking up at him, "I guess this means we'll be working together from now on, yeah? You better not argue with me the whole time. I'd like to do my job in peace, you know." 

Aki smiles a little bit wider. "Don't worry. I think we'll get along just fine." 

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. 

The endless lull of the clock on the wall would be enough to make Aki fall asleep, if he wasn't busy finishing up paperwork. 

He sighs, learning back further in his office chair, rubbing some of the tiredness from his eyes with his hands. Even though he rushed to the Public Safety building the second he was finished with his assignments, it still feels like he's been here forever. Thankfully, he's nearly done filling out papers. Soon, he'll be able to head home. 

As he stares absentmindedly at the ceiling, counting each speckle of popcorn in the drywall, he wonders if you're still at his place, or if you've left already. He told you to make yourself at home, so perhaps you're still there, watching late-night television. Maybe you raided his fridge and ate all his leftovers. 

A small part of him hopes you'll be there when he arrives, greeting him at the door as he walks in. Or maybe curled up asleep on the couch, because you couldn't stay awake any longer. He definitely wouldn't blame you. 

A gentle knock at the door stirs him from his thoughts. Aki sits up straight, and a voice from behind it quietly asks, "Can I come in?" 

"Yes." Aki answers, and he swivels his chair towards the door just as it opens. A woman with long, braided red hair steps in, and she greets him with a soft smile and a wave. 

"How was today?" Makima asks, closing the door, then crossing her arms behind her back. "What do you think of our new recruit? Did you two get along?" 

"They're…" Aki narrows his eyes. He taps the tip of his pen idly against the desk. "...Interesting." 

"Do you think they'll be useful?" 

Aki scoffs, "They like to mess around more than they like to work, but it's nothing we can't whip back into shape, so, yes. I would say so." 

"Hm, alright," Makima places a hand to her chin, cocking her head slightly. "I saw the paperwork you left on my desk. You made a request to change your buddy, didn't you?" 

"Oh, yes ma'am. Is that okay?"

"Of course. I'm just surprised is all. I thought for sure you two would end up hating each other. I suppose I was wrong." 

Aki stays silent for a moment. Yeah, that's what he thought too, wasn't it? When this day started, all he could do was count down the minutes until it was over in his head, until he wouldn't have to deal with you anymore. But now, he can't even focus on his paperwork because he's too busy thinking about you, too busy wondering when he'll get to see you again. 

Damn, when did he get so obsessed? Was it by your doing, or was it his? 

He doesn't know, so he just shakes his head and replies, "I thought so too. But I guess… I don't." 

Makima eyes him up and down for a moment. "Well, as long as you fill out all the necessary paperwork, and make sure you get our new recruit to fill it out as well, I can approve your request." 

Aki nods. "Okay, thank you." 

Makima turns to leave. Aki turns back to his paperwork. The clock continues to tick, and his pen scratches the desk as he checks a box, then messily signs his name in cursive. The door opens with a creak, Makima takes one step out, but then she abruptly turns around. 

"Oh, and Hayakawa?" 

Aki looks up. "Yeah?" 

"The next time I have you two patrol together, make sure you actually get some work done. I'm enlisting you two to hunt devils, not fuck on the job." 

And with that, Makima steps out of the office, leaving Aki to stare wide-eyed and red-faced at the door as it swings shut. 

[p-antomime]

pin-up doll.

𖦹 minors don’t interact. | wc: 3,6K.

𖦹 content: dom!haruchiyo, oral sex (f! receiving), baby trapping, scratching, breeding kink, manipulation, praise + worship, nicknames, pain play, mention of lactation kink, slight degradation, mention of daddy kink, edging, orgasm control, mating press, unprotected sex.

𖦹 pairings: bf!sanzu haruchiyo x fem!reader.

tokyo revengers masterlist! | request.

— Look, look! Haruchiyo! — You came running into the apartment with something in hands and Sanzu raised his eyes from the table where he was arranging cutlery and plates to organize the dinner he had ordered to be delivered, as soon as his head appeared at the end of the apartment hallway and you could see where your boyfriend was, your feet ran in that same direction. — Look! — Your hands lifted something shiny in his direction and instinctively his head tried to move away so that eyes could focus properly on what was being shown. — Remember the job interview? That one from last week? — Your boyfriend looked wide-eyed and nodded in agreement, opening his arms toward you to take you in a welcome hug. — I did it! Damn it, I did it! Finally!

Oh, he knew you had been looking for a job for so long. So long that Sanzu even helped you send a lot of curriculums by e-mail and spent sleepless nights stroking you while your fingers were busy tiring from scheduling job interviews from south to north Tokyo.

— I can't believe it, sweetie! Really? — He opened a satisfied smile as you jumped into his arms and completed the hug. — Oh, fuck, I should have bought us something better for dinner tonight, we could have gone out to eat at some restaurant in Roppongi Hills and... — You interrupted him and denied it with the head.

— What? No! No... I wanted to celebrate with just you, anything is good to eat when it's just the two of us having dinner together. — You leaned in to place a kiss on his lips and felt Haruchiyo's hands caress your back and hips before moving up your arms and placing one on either side of your face to hold you in place.

— You deserve this and much more, y'know that, don't you? If I could... I'd stop all of Tokyo for every achievement of yours, that's what my girl deserves. — And then he gave your cheeks a gentle squeeze before opening a wide smile. — At the weekend I'll talk to the guys about closing a club in Shinjuku to celebrate, what d'you think? — Your head nodded happily.

— On Saturday? — You asked, stepping aside to let the bag you were holding on one of the chairs and Haruchiyo nodded before returning to handing out food to the two plates. — Oh, right, Saturday is great! I think I'd be too tired on Sunday night if we went to a club 'cause my work starts next Monday and...

And then Sanzu's ears muffled any and all sound around him.

What? Monday? It was too early! Too sudden!

You were going to start work that early? But he didn't even know the company that hired you properly, he didn't even know the work team that you would be part of! How could you accept a job so suddenly?

His mind began to replay your line over and over again, as if replaying a disgusting truth with increasing disgust turned it into an acceptable lie.

Next Monday.

— What? — Haruchiyo asked, turning to your side and winking a few brief times as if he didn't understand what you had been saying until then and you looked at him with confusion before sitting down at the table waiting for your boyfriend to finish putting the food on the plates. — Repeat what you said.

— Which... which part...? — You frowned watching his pupil dilate and fingers drum against the handle on his fork.

— The part about when your work begins.

— Next... next Monday. — You replied, swallowing hard as you watched him slowly slide the plate in front of you.

— And you will agree to go already on Monday? — Sanzu let his head fall to the side, analyzing your expression still dominated with confusion.

— Yes...? — Your hand took the plate and another fork and knife to start eating while your boyfriend sat down in front of you with a thoughtful countenance.

— Got it. — That was the only thing he said before he lifted the corners of his lips in a falsely kind and cordial, almost cheerful smile. — It's going to be so good, I'm so looking forward to hearing you talk about your day at work.

— I know, right?! — You smiled good-naturedly and Sanzu began to slowly eat his food while the cogs in his brain turned incessantly.

If you knew what he was thinking, maybe your good mood would suddenly vanish.

Haruchiyo was thinking about how your new job would occupy you and take away all your attention that should have been on him, on your future husband.

The vague possibility of coming home and not having you there to hug and kiss him the very moment his feet stepped through the front door of the apartment irritated him to the point where he almost felt like making you give up that job offer he had accepted.

He wanted you as his pin-up doll, his perfect future wifey project. And for that, it was necessary and extremely necessary that you be ready at any time of the day to satisfy any whim Sanzu might have.

It wasn't fair for any job to try to steal your time from him.

It wasn't as if Haruchiyo was asking you to give up the job, even though that was exactly what he was after.

During the entire dinner, he was silent and you thought that your boyfriend was intently listening to you. And his ears indeed were, but his brain was not. It was busy thinking about how to get you to spend more time at home.

Was it too much to ask to want your own girlfriend home?

And Haruchiyo kept thinking about this while you showered and he waited for you leaning over the bed with his face to the ceiling.

Your cell phone on the bedside table rang and the sound that burst through the room made he lean on elbows to look for where the faint noise was coming from.

His eyes hovered over your phone, yes, but they also hovered over the drawer in the closet where his underwears and the condoms you usually instructed him to use during any kind of sexual intercourse usually were.

A treacherous smile appeared on his lips, eyes fixed on that drawer and an evil thought resounding in Sanzu's mind.

He wouldn't need to coerce you to stay home and not go to work if there was something physically preventing you from that. Although Haruchiyo would never lay a finger on you as domestic violence, he would not give up silently doing underhanded actions to achieve his main goal.

The two of you had previously talked about pregnancy and starting a family and the final verdict was that there would only be a pregnancy being planned when you manage to stabilize yourself in a new job, so there would be absolute certainty that the child of the two of you would not experience problems concerning the financial aspect. But suddenly Haruchiyo was tempted to become a father.

And who were you to deny a child to your boyfriend who loves you so much? Who would do anything for you? Who was doing everything for you?

When you came out of the bathroom, Sanzu turned his attention to your terry towel-covered silhouette, specifically to your tits.

He rested face on his hand and continued to watch your movements as you went to the closet, dried your body and then looked for a pair of pajamas to start getting dressed. His mind could even imagine how swollen and sensitive your breasts would be and how easy it would be to put the mouth around them and suck on them with the excuse of trying to help you relieve the tension and pain of producing milk.

— What...? — You asked him looking over your shoulder, feeling suddenly embarrassed that your boyfriend was looking at you too much and he slowly lifted his gaze from your tits to face.

— Are you getting nervous? — Haruchiyo let out a soft laugh and you shrugged the shoulders. — I was just thinking about... a few things.

— A coin for your thoughts. — You answered after you finished dressing and walked over to the bed to lie down beside him.

— One coin is not enough, I'll need more than that. — Sanzu answered by wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him before placing a kiss on one of your shoulders. — Next Monday, right? — You nodded. — Then I think you'd better get some rest, 'cause it would suck if you got too tired to do your work for the day. — He reached up to take the comforter and pull it over your body without covering his and you looked at him with a question mark across the face. — Go to sleep, I'm gonna finish some things Ran asked me to see before the start of next week, but I won't be long, 'kay? — His face tilted and soon you felt a tender, chaste kiss against your forehead before you turned away and got ready for bed.

Watching you crawl into bed to fall asleep, Haruchiyo leaned over the bedside table, groped its surface for your cell phone instead of his and then got up without making too much noise.

As you were already sleeping, he unlocked the smartphone whose password remained the same as it had been for so long, you didn't even care much about your boyfriend messing with it any more than he cared much about you messing with his.

His fingers searched the screen for your app that coordinated menstrual timing, ovulation and birth control use along with the probability of getting pregnant.

"Five days...", Sanzu thought impatiently as he analyzed the information presented by the app before walking to the kitchen and grabbing the medicine box where your birth control pills were also.

His next action was to dump them into the toilet bowl of the bathroom with a serene countenance.

"You're gonna be a great mother, I might even call you mommy if you like that", he thought before getting rid of the other pack of morning-after pills and going back to the bedroom, quietly opening the door and softening the force used on the soles of his feet to walk to the drawer of condoms in the closet, slowly opening it, looking over one shoulder to make sure you didn't wake up and grabbing the condoms before leaving the room to start poking through those latex rounds.

And soon after physically and mentally organizing his entire plan that wouldn't be put into effect for another five days, Haruchiyo lay down next to you on the bed, tucking himself into the comforter and pulling your body against his before leaving a kiss on your cheek and concentrating on sleeping.

Oh, his precious pin-up doll, he loved you more than it was possible to put into words and that was precisely why he was precociously fulfilling your desire to have a family. Isn't he the perfect boyfriend?

For the next four days, he treated you so well. Whatever you needed done, Haruchiyo did for or with you beforehand and it wasn't as if you thought there was anything wrong with your boyfriend's actions. He always treated you as if you were a princess, the only thing different in this period of time was the fact that he kept his hands running up and down your body.

Little squeezes on your shoulders, caresses with fingertips on sensitive points on your neck and arms, lips deliberately ghosting across your jaw with little kisses and bites. However, nothing more than that.

His fingers never slid beyond your abdomen or groin to make contact with your pussy and rub against your walls. Honestly, your mind began to think it was somehow a punishment for some hidden reason. You wanted to be touched by him, you needed it to keep the sanity in perfect condition only to be destroyed later by his skilled hands.

But the first week on the job demanded more of you than your head thought possible or was prepared for, for the first two days you came home extremely tired, and Haruchiyo's first action was to condition you to take a shower while he finished putting on dinner and then put you to bed after dinner.

So much so that today, now, was one of those days when his hands were gently massaging your shoulders, him leaning against the headboard and you against his chest with the head resting on one of his shoulders.

Your body was tense not only because of the intense beginning of the work week, but also because your boyfriend had been indirectly edging you all days without actually touching you where you needed him most and just his fingertips pressing against the tension points on your shoulders was already managing to make you horny, you felt a little pathetic and stupid when a small moan escaped your lips unintentionally with the tall man's hot breath beating against your neck.

— Haruchiyo... — You called out to him and he responded with a "Yes, kitten?" and a small whimper slid past your lips at the use of the nickname that was only used when his cock was deep inside you. — You can touch me... y'know... — Haruchiyo raised his eyebrows with a false look of confusion.

— I know? — He asked with a purr before sliding one of his hands down your bust to place one nipple between his index finger and thumb to rub it lightly and instantly your legs opened slightly. — Use your words with me, kitten. — And then you groaned in frustration.

— Can you touch me... please, touch me like you always do... — Your head lifted slightly to face him and now you could see Haruchiyo's dilated pupils. — You haven't touched me properly all week and... — Your voice died as soon as the hand that had been on your nipple slid to your crotch and into the bottom of your pajamas and panties and brushed two fingertips along your folds only to find how wet you were and he opened a wicked smile.

— Oh, you just want me to touch you with my fingers? — He asked, using his other hand to squeeze one of your thighs as he placed the tip of his middle finger over your clit to press it lightly and you instantly moaned his name softly before biting your lower lip and looking down at his hand beneath the fabrics covering your pelvis. — Without my mouth? Without my cock?

— Your mouth... please, g-gimme... — Haruchiyo hissed in your ear with lips brushing against your cheek before he pulled hand out of your panties and you aside without too much force and stood up to place his body between your legs with his palms smoothing the inside of your thighs before placing them on the waistband of the pajamas to pull them down and leave you wearing only panties and a tank top.

— Take off your panties for me, pretty thing. — He commanded, looking you straight in the eye and smiling sideways as he watched you follow his order without a second thought. — Oh, poor baby... I've edged you up a bit too much these days, haven't I? — Haruchiyo spoke up, holding your legs open with hands on your thighs and watching your leaking, completely soaked entrance. — Expose yourself to me, kitten.

And then your hands slid up crotch to open your folds for your boyfriend and give him a better, more privileged view, whereupon Sanzu grunted with his tongue past the lips and leaned down to let a long lick run from the base to the top of your intimacy; your back arched and immediately hips tried to force themselves against his face.

— Oh, and all that wetness in your cunnie for what? — He hooked lips around your clit to suck on it before he spoke again without averting his eyes from your face. — You really are a dumb lil' kitten for my dick, aren't you? Looking at me with your pretty lil' slutty face without even trying to hide that you want me to rail you all night long.

— I-I don't have... a slutt-... — Your sentence turned into long moans as Haruchiyo concentrated on definitely eating you out and making a mess between your legs.

Oh, yes, you do. The vulgar expressions of bliss you were showing Haruchiyo as soon as he started fucking you with his tongue were nothing more than worthy of a slut, and he liked it just that way.

Letting you enjoy the sensations was paramount to his soon being able to slide his cock into you without any protection whatsoever. Raw, deep, filling you to the brim was exactly what Sanzu Haruchiyo wanted.

His tongue and lips playing and stimulating your cunt combined with occasional moans vibrating against your walls were pushing you into an orgasm that you knew would drain all your strength, which wasn't much, and leave your legs wobbly enough that Haruchiyo could not only take full advantage of your wet holes, but also clearly would need to hold your body together so that your remaining balance wouldn't give way completely.

You were easily reduced to a drooling mess and now your hands had made their way from your thighs to Sanzu's pink hair as a way of trying to get him to keep eating you out for as long as possible, your breathing as fast as your boyfriend's between your legs and hips incessantly trying to force themselves against his face, but then as soon as he felt and watched you clench around nothing his face pulled away and you moaned his name in frustration with hands falling to pecs.

— Don't be so impatient, my kitten, y'know I have something better than my tongue, don't you? — Haruchiyo asked rhetorically before discarding the boxer briefs and letting his throbbing cock finally come free.

Just as his hands forced your legs open and up and his dick was flush at the leaking entrance, you understood that it was not his intention to use a condom and your hands immediately rested on his shoulders as your brain tried to formulate a coherent sentence about the lack of protection and as soon as his dilated pupils set over your all fucked up face, Sanzu opened a sideways smile leaning over and whispering.

— Don't worry, sweetie, I'll pull out. — His tip brushed against your wet folds and you held back from moaning, though your mouth was already ajar to let any kind of sound out. — You gonna love having me fuck your pretty cunnie raw, trust me. — And as soon as your hands eased the tightness in his shoulders, Haruchiyo knew he had persuaded your trust and immediately slid deep into your warm hole to give you no chance to remedy it at that point.

Fuck, your walls wrapping around his long dick. Your creamy pussy barely letting him begin to move in that mating press position, it was impossible for Haruchiyo not to let himself moan out loud every time he pulled out slowly only to invade you again with more force than before.

It had been so long since you had let him rail you without a condom that his mind had almost forgotten the feeling, and now the sensitivity of the tip of his cock even hurt. But it was such a good pain, so pleasant, and combined with the way your insides squeezed him without any kind of pity or hesitation made him forget any self-control and soon his hips were slamming against yours in a ferocious pace.

The headboard of the bed banging against the wall and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room as if all the humanity inside you two had disappeared and the only thing left behind were the primal, carnal pleasure-seeking instincts.

At one point, you simply forgot that Sanzu had no condom covering his cock. It felt so good to feel him completely, with the tip kissing your cervix and making a sharp pain mingle with your intense pleasure.

Your tits rising and falling rapidly as Haruchiyo's movements were repeated, head dropped back and giving him the perfect space to hook his lips around your neck to leave bite marks there, pussy milking his shaft without caring about the consequences, eyes occasionally rolling up as you heard him whisper "My kitten" and how beautiful all fucked up for him you looked close to your ear again and again breathlessly.

And even when his dick twitched against you again and again indicating impending ejaculation you didn't even really paid attention.

Haruchiyo was fucking you dumb, railing you until you were braindead.

— Yes, fuck! Lemme fill your creamy cunnie, yes, f-fuck, lemme impregnate you like a breeding slut! — He groaned, thrusting deep inside your pussy and shooting his fertile seed straight into your womb, your walls clenching against his cock and you surrendering to your own heady orgasm.

Your nails dug into his back and the only thing running through your mind at that moment was your boyfriend's name. How he was so nice, so attentive to you, how he made you feel so good, how he fucked you so well. Especially when Sanzu gave a few more short, erratic thrusts just to make sure that not a drop of his cum was wasted and then leaned in to kiss you before slowly pulling his dick out of your cunt.

Maybe you should start calling him daddy now that he had fucked a baby into you.

[hittos]

𝐀𝐧 𝐄𝐲𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐧 𝐄𝐲𝐞 | 𝐘. 𝐎𝐤𝐤𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐮

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2k words 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: non con, forced breeding, mentions of cheating, mentions of bullying, abuse (lmk if I missed anything) 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Yuta thinks it's about time he gets even with his middle school bully. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is 3 days late because uhh umm *runs away*

You stared in disbelief at Yuta’s redoubtable and imposing visage. He was nothing like the skinny, wimpy kid you used to shove out the way and degrade as you please. He was much bigger now, his shirt fit tighter and his biceps were noticeably bulging, a far cry from his old self.

You felt intimidated in his presence, all you could think about was how easy it would be for him to overpower you as opposed to back then, “how have you been?” His eyes still remain pure, though now embellished with confidence and self assurance. He seemed kind still even after all you did to torment him in middle school.

“I’ve been well and you?” you answered, beginning to feel antsy as you study his angular face in the warm light of some shoddy coffee shop a few blocks from where you live, you had to admit he had gotten handsome over the years, seemingly getting his life together while yours was falling apart.

“Do you live around here?” he asked, his eyes showing no sign of resentment or hatred towards you, it was as if his memory of middle school was erased completely. If you didn’t know any better you might have seriously believed that, but if he remembered you then he remembered what you did. All you ever were to him was a tormentor, so it simply isn’t feasible to believe that he could divorce the memories of you from the misery you made him feel in middle school.

“Yeah, a few blocks away from here, actually” you smiled politely, praying he didn’t notice the streaks of dried tears on your face or at least have the courtesy not to bring it up, “that’s such a coincidence, i just moved in also a couple of blocks from here”

“Then you should know there’s a place that serves much better coffee about 10 minutes from here, if you’re willing to walk farther” you chuckled awkwardly, wanting nothing more than to walk into the nearest ocean and never resurface again. You wish he would look at you like you’re a piece of gum stuck under his shoe, to yell at you or to call you every curse word in every language in the world, but he didn’t. He was polite and friendly, which only worsened the guilt you feel watching him talk to you as if you’re old friends.

“Why don’t you show me around the neighborhood sometime?” the way he said it so nonchalantly, you almost wouldn’t believe he was subtly asking you out. You tried to mask the fluster in your face, he was almost unrecognizable now compared to his former self, “I don’t think my boyfriend would like that very much” you drowned out the voice of guilt in your head saying you owe him that much, opting instead to stupidly remain loyal to the boyfriend you knew good and well was cheating on you as you spoke.

“Number 47” the barista called to the busy space.

“That’s me, see you around, Yuta” you rushed to get your order, relieved that the conversation was over.

“I can walk you home if-” you didn’t wait for him to finish before turning down his offer, “oh don’t worry, this neighborhood is very safe besides i’m sure you have a lot on your plate,” you grabbed the cup from the counter and hurried to leave the situation, opting out of adding sugar like you normally would

You were relieved you left before he could press you about walking you home, you thought as tears began falling freely from your blurry eyes, occasionally a heave or a soft sniffle would sound from you, filling up the quiet, dark, and suspiciously empty road. You made a silent prayer that you won’t have to see your boyfriend fucking the newest girl of the week on your couch when you get home. You don’t think you’ll be able to take it.

You wish you could leave him, but you couldn’t afford to get your own apartment. Your boyfriend never missed a chance to remind you of that. Each time you caught him, his eyes would be unmoving and his tone harsh, “what are you going to do about it? Leave me? You know you can’t take care of yourself, you’re too stupid to” he would say as he watched you cry. You hated him so much and unbeknownst to you, so did Yuta.

Your mind was so engulfed in grief that you didn’t notice you were being followed closely, you didn’t notice Yuta enter your building right behind you and you didn’t feel him as he silently stood behind you waiting for you to fish the keys out of your purse and unlock your door.

You sighed in relief seeing your boyfriend’s shoes were missing before a callous hand slapped itself over your mouth and pushed you into the apartment, the force causing you to fall to the floor. Yuta locked the door immediately before turning to look at you with chiling, dark blue eyes, “Y-yuta? What are you doing here?” your eyes widened in fear, he could just cum in his pants from the sight alone, you on your knees before him, fear stricken eyes trained on his unflinching ones. Oh, how the tables have turned.

“You know what i’m here for” he kneeled down to your level, caging your body between his and the cold floor, his clothed, hard cock brushing up against your panty-clad pussy, “get off of me” you struggled against his weight, but he only let out a tsk at your fruitless attempts and slapped your weaker hands away from his broad chest.

His hand traveled down between your legs and ripped your panties in half with ease, your cunt was quickly getting wetter as your body anticipated the oncoming intrusion of his impressive cock and his novel display of strength, your gaze was unbroken on his hand as it quickly fidgeted to free himself from the rough material.

One of his hands pinned both your struggling arms on top of where he’s laid you down, the other was giving his dick a few pumps before he used it to collect the slick from your drooling hole and spread it along the length of your slit, paying close attention to the way your breath hitched each time his leaky cockhead caught your puffy clit. He pushed his cock past the tight confines, soon being greeted with your sticky insides, “oh, baby, all this for me?” he chuckled bitterly, his breath hit your skin like lava, “not your stupid cuck of a boyfriend?” tears were already falling down the apple of your cheek as your hands made contact with his face, digging your long nails into the delicate skin of his jaw.

To your dismay, this did little to dissuade him, in fact, the pain washing over him as you drew blood from his pale skin seemed to only drive him wilder, judging by the unhinged glare in his eyes, “do your worst, baby. I can fucking take it. I’m stronger now, i can protect you” his hips thrusted into you forcefully, punching a scream straight from your gut.

“You’re a fucking…” you grunted as you tried with all your might to push him off of you, but he is nothing like the frail boy you used to push around and laugh at till he’s in tears, he’s much stronger now and he’s much bigger, in more ways than one, you note how his cock stretches you out deliciously, wider than your deadbeat boyfriend ever could, “...creep, I hate you”

His hips picked up pace, rolling into you smoothly, as smoothly as he could with you thrashing around, resisting his love and affection, “you’ve still got a venomous tongue, i see” his hand snaked around your neck, restricting the air flowing to your lungs, “that’s fine” his eyes darkened, sending a shiver down your spine and making you think maybe you said the wrong thing at the wrong time, “I’ll just have to fuck it out of you”

In the flash on an eye, your legs were pushed up over his shoulder, his cock suddenly reaching much deeper inside you, before you can even make a plea for a moment to adjust to his size in this new position, his cock pistoned inside you at lightning speed, his length assaulting your cervix each time he buried himself inside you to the hilt.

Who would have thought that little, puny Yuta could make you scream around his dick. The same Yuta who avoided your gaze like you were medusa is now inches from your face, gripping your jaw, forcing your tear stained eyes to look at his cold and confident ones as he fucks you mercilessly. Pathetic, bitchboy Yuta is now holding your legs in place as your pussy creams around his length, making your body shiver as he continues to pound your tiny, abused pussy.

“You have no idea how long I wanted to have you spread out for me like this,” his sloppy kisses littered your sweaty body as tears continued to flow down your eyes, you tried to thrash your head, escaping his kisses. He brought down his flat palm against your ass in a firm spank, your hole clenched deliciously around him as you screamed out again, praying that your neighbors could hear or that they had already called the police, “you owe me after all the shit you put me through”

You threw your head back, trying desperately to search for the sound of the police siren or the flash of red and blue lights, but all you heard is the sound of skin slapping skin and the sloshing sound of your tight hole being desperately violated, the only thing you see is the mob of sweaty black hair rocking back and forth with his thrusts and a pair of dark blue eyes, almost black, filled with lust looking down at you as if you are prey.

“I’ve been watching you for a few years now” he confessed, as he peppered unwanted kisses on your defeated face, “I saw the way that asshole treats you,” his eyes bore into your unfocused ones as a second orgasm washes over you, “I can treat you better than him and i can make you happy” his voice quieted down to a whisper, he wasn’t sure if you even heard him or if your mind checked out some time ago. 

“Y’know, you’re ovulating” he grunted in your ear as his pace got faster and sloppier, your eyes widened as fear began to fester deep within you, somewhere his dick had already reached. Suddenly, your will to fight him off was restored, unfortunately, he was on the cusp of cumming already, the adrenaline giving him more strength to pin you down, not that he needed it, to deposit his sperm deep inside your fertile walls. He ignored your pleas and buried his cock to the hilt inside you. With a final shiver, his dick shot out rope after rope of cum, painting your cervix white, “I’ve been saving up just for you” he whispered in your ear before kissing the shell of it.

The gravity of what just happened only settles when he has already pulled out his soft cock from your aching hole, “why did you do this to me?” you screamed at him, anger and sadness rushed through you, “I have dreams and a life, how am i supposed to do that with a fucking baby?”

“You’ll be my wife, I'll always keep you nice and pregnant for me” he smiled at you fondly, your jaw slackened in disbelief.

“You ruined my fucking life”

“And you ruined mine” he interrupted your outburst coldly, “guess we’re even now”

“I hate you, i hate you, i hate you” a final wave of tears burst from your eyes, his hand bringing you over in a hug, allowing you to cry on his strong chest, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“It’s okay,” he whispered more to himself than you, “pregnancy will make you kinder”

[munsonsins-deactivated20230624]

welp i just read your tokrev men finding out u faked an orgasm and now I cant stop thinking about how jjk men would react to that same scenario you know? i can totally see toji getting absolutely mad and ruining that pussy 🫣

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍 Ó𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐌!!

⌕ characters : gojo, geto, toji, nanami, sukuna.

cw : f! reader, brat taming, choking, edging, overstim, squirting, daddy kink, dacryphilia, breeding, size kînk, tummy bulge, cervix fuckin, slight degradation n praise, slight dubcon on toji's part (?) but like not really.

note : oh he would, toji would absolutely destroy you if he found out you tried to fool him like that— actually ykw I'm gonna use this ask as an excuse to write the jjk version ;)

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tokrev version.

☰ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 haults with a snort, the corners of his lips curling up to display a cruel grin, “ah, that was s'dumb of you, princess.” his large hand grabs your jaw the next second, tilting your face up to meet the subtle rage in his blue eyes, “to think you can fool me just like that,” his lips feathered against yours, kissing you lightly before snapping his hips into you ans chuckling at the way you cried out in his grasp, “now you're gonna cum f'me as many times as I tell you to.”

gojo's hand finds your puffy clit, rubbing tightly at it till your legs shook and tears gathered around at the corners of your eyes, “'toru, please,” your palms rested on his wrist, tugging slightly in hopes to ignite any ounce of mercy in him but the way his cock bullied past your tight walls had your eyes rolling back into your head. You crumbled under him soon, tears spilling hot while you squirmed pathetically, trying to get away from his relentless thursts,

“cry a bit more for me,” gojo laughed in a strained voice, his cock twitching deep inside your clamping walls, “and I might just consider going easy on ya', princess.”

☰ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎's hand settles around at the base of your neck soon, fingers gently pressing at the air columns, “did you think I wouldn't find out?” your eyes are wide as he moves so his mouth is level with your ear, giving a cruel chuckle before saying, “I know the way this slutty pussy makes a mess when you cum,” his words had apologies tumbling off of your lips in a haste. Smirking, geto thrusts his hips into yours, hands harshly gripping the side of your hips that you’re sure it’s going to leave bruises.

His eyes linger on the way your face contorts in all forms of pleasure as your slick forms a creamy ring around the base of his cock when he pulls out right as you're about to cum. The hand around your throat tightens suddenly, effectively cutting off your whine, “sugu, wh-?” he doesn't let you finish before shushing you as he slammed his cock back in, “shh, gonna be a good little whore n' lemme cum inside you, yeah?” your mind is in a state of haze with drool slipping past from your lips and your body flush from the adrenaline of a ruined orgasm.

Fat cock bullying it's way past your tight walls, geto lets out a low, guttural groan before finally cumming inside you and stilling right as he feels you clamp tight around him. lips forming into a tiny smirk and eyes pleased to see you in an absolute writhing state, “don't try to fuckin' fool me next time, yeah?”

☰ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 pulls out of you suddenly, watching you squirm and whine uncomfortably while you clench around empty air. The next second is a blur. You're flipped on your tummy with a large hand pushing your face down against the mattress while toji pumped his cock into your awaiting cunt again, “daddy, daddy please,” your muffled sob made him snicker, thrusting deep inside you to let you feel every damn inch of his thick cock stretching your little cunt out,

“what's it, baby? Thought I wouldn't find out, hm?” a slap cracked against your ass, leaving behind a stinging print of his hand. You wailed into the sheets when he grabbed the part he just spanked, “hurts, it hurts please, 'm sorry daddy,” toji fucked into you hard from behind, leaky tip of his dick hitting the opening of your cervix with each rough thrust and it had you clawing at the mattress under him, crying out while he chuckled.

Gripping your hips in a bruising grip, toji pounded into your pussy with long strokes before pulling out right as your cunt started spasming, “don't think you deserve to cum after what you just did.”

☰ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 sighs, rolling his eyes at your action. Leaning back against the headboard, he guides you to straddle him on his lap, placing his hands on your hips, he urges you to move, “go ahead, pretty girl.” resting your hands on his broad shoulders, you moved your hips along his, dragging out a slow rhythm, feeling his cock twitch and throb inside your cunt till his fingertips dug into the plush of your hips

capturing your lips in a possessive kiss, he mumbled against your lips, “don't think I didn't know what you tried to pull.” all air is knocked out of your lungs when nanami thrusts you down on his cock, fucking you hard and deep till you're crying out his name. His hand found your clit, rolling the swollen bud between his fingers and groaning as your walls clenched around his cock.

“do you think you deserve to cum?” he hummed, body halting to hold your face in a tight grip yet still furiously flicking your clit. drawling a short sob, delirious from the pleasure, “please, I'll be good, please ken!” you begged, tearing up. Thumbing away at the salty drops, nanami whispered with a small smile, “beg a bit more and i just might be convinced.”

☰ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 growls, snatching your wrists and pinning them above your head, “you fucking brat,” red eyes glared down at you with fangs bared as his jaws clenched in rage, “you think you can fool me?” a scream ripped from your throat as he rams his cock into you harshly before you could even say anything, “fuck,” cursing under his breath, the curse king grabs your wrist and tugs it forward, pressing it flat right against the slight bulge on your lower tummy, “feel that, brat? that's me so fucking deep inside you.”

you could feel your eyes rolling back into your skull, moans falling from your lips as he presses against the bulge of his cock poking under your skin, letting you feel every move, every hard thrust , “'kuna, I'm gonna—” your words are cut off when he fists your throat, fingers pressing against your skin and cutting off your air supply effectively. Feeling your cunt get tighter around his cock as you clawed at his arm, the curse laughed boisterously, “what a fuckin' slut, making such a mess on my cock,”

“'s too much, ah—” But he didn't let up after you came, pounding you into the mattress, he growled, “you're gonna take everything I give ya', brat.”

i was gonna delete this draft but @romiyaro bullied me into posting it 😭

[sadbabydoli]

"good girl"

♱ parings : true form sukuna x f!reader

♱ contains: pure filth. (choking, ass slapping, hair pulling, missionary, backshots), sukuna fucking you dumb :0

*minors do not interact* 18+ content

he's ruthless and nasty with his thrust, strings of your juices and his pre-cum dripping from his shaft and out of your oozing cunt as his lower dick is fucking you mercilessly.

you can barely moan anything coherently, sukuna's ruining your pretty little slit as your walls clench down onto him; you can feel every single pulsating vein dragging in and out of you, the thick shaft of his upper dick rubbing against your throbbing clit, the pleasure coming from all angles of your pussy was enough to make you go brain dead. your velvety walls clinched around him every time he groaned.

four red pupils were down staring at you through the clouded vision of your teary eyes, one of sukuna's hands were on your neck, one holding your wrist together over your head as the other two were holding your hips. sweat coating your body as his sweat droplets fell from his abs, the black lines on his skin never looked sexier as he propped one leg onto your bed to go even deeper.

sukuna's tip was pressed against your cervix, nearly entering the opening of it as his juicy balls slapped against your ass, sukuna leaned over you as he panted like a tired dog, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as the corners of his mouth widened into a smile. he took his hand off of your neck, peppering hickeys and the teeth marks from his fangs onto your skin.

"that's it baby, taking that dick like the good slut i trained you to be..." sukuna hissed into your ear, laying on top of you as you wrapped your arms and legs around him, tracing the black lines on his skin as a slimy white ring bubbled around his shaft. moans & sukuna's name escaped your mouth as were cumming, digging your nails into sukuna's skin as your bedframe constantly slammed against your wall.

sukuna wasn't the type to stop after either of you came, he wanted to fuck you like you were nothing but a lifeless sex doll, until the only thing you could babble was his name, turning you over on all fours —he continuously fucked you from behind as he pulled your hair, grabbing your breast with one hand as another played with your aching clit. you held onto your bedframe for dear life as sukuna fucks you at an unhinged pace. your plush ass clapping against his stomach as he lands several smacks of his hand onto your cheeks, squeezing the stinging handprints afterwards.

"why are you doing this to me?" innocence oozing from your voice as you looked back at sukuna, furrowing your brows as you threw you head back farther than it went by getting your hair pulled; you bit your bottom lip as tears burned in your eyes. "we've got to make a bunch of little curses, sweet thing." sukuna replies as your pussy warms up again, the tingling in your belly indicating you were about to cum again before sukuna fills you up with his creamy release; spraying your insides white as he thrust into your womb.

sukuna finally pulls out as your hips drop, you were spread out onto your bed with chunks of white flowing out of you, sukuna giggled at the sight as he picks you up and kisses you on the forehead. "that's my good girl."

[gabseyoo]

wee hours.

pairing: fushiguro toji x fem!reader | wc: 4k.

summary: things took an unexpected turn when you ran into your friend's father in the kitchen of his house in the wee hours of the morning.

warnings: no curses!au, single dad!toji, pwp, profanity, mentions of alcohol use, big age gap, fingering, oral (f/m), deepthroating, hair pulling, slight degradation, choking, breath play, manhandle, kitchen sex, unprotected sex.

Having to be the designated driver for the night sounded better than it actually is. You never thought your friends would drink so much that you had to drive everyone home and help them safely to their rooms because they could barely stand up by themselves.

You had already taken Yuji and Nobara to their respective homes, the last one was Megumi who at this point seemed to be on the verge of fainting. 

If Itadori had been a little more sober, his help would have been great, but now it was just you with your arm around your friend’s waist to help him up the stairs without making too much noise, you weren’t sure if his father was home—although it was obvious that he was because it was almost two o’clock in the morning—, but the last thing you wanted was him to see his son in this state. 

“Megumi, please help me a little.” You whispered as your friend fell to her knees only a few steps away from reaching the second floor.

“Wa-wanna sleep.” He mumbled trying to lean back against the stairs, god have mercy. 

“You can sleep when we get to your fuckin’ room, c’mon.” 

Somehow, you managed to get your friend to stand up by pulling him by his shirt so you could lead him to his room. Although when you were finally in front of the door, Megumi had the grandiose idea of stumbling and hitting his head on the wood with a loud thud. 

From now on, you decided you hate babysitting drunks. 

Praying under your breath that his father hadn’t heard that, you opened the door to make way for the poor Megumi. He wasn’t a good drinker, but tonight he was apparently having too much fun not to go crazy, and now this is the result. 

You watched him stagger as he took off his shirt and then lay down on the bed muttering to himself who knows what. Well, at least he was home and in his bed, although for sure when he woke up he was going to have a hell of a hangover, but other than that, he was safe. 

You sighed before closing the door behind you and heading downstairs trying to be as quiet as possible, your job here was done.

“Good morning.” 

What the fuck? You almost screamed at the same time you jumped from the shock you got when you heard a male voice out of nowhere. 

With one hand on your chest feeling the rapid beating of your heart, you turned quickly looking for the source of the voice, and what a surprise you got when in the kitchen was Toji Fushiguro, Megumi’s father, leaning with his forearms on the kitchen island, shirtless. 

“Oh my god.” You muttered under your breath feeling a little relieved that it wasn’t a ghost or a serial killer, but still, you didn’t know if it was a good thing that you had run into Toji. 

He wasn’t a stranger to you, and your friendship with his son wasn’t either, you used to come to Megumi’s house from time to time to do projects or hang out, so you had already had the pleasure of meeting him or even having small conversations. What made the moment awkward now, is that you were in the wee hours of the morning at his house, his son was upstairs passed out drunk, you were wearing the opposite of a decent dress and he wasn’t wearing a shirt which forced you to look down at the floor because you’d be lying if you didn’t find your friend’s dad incredibly hot. 

From the first moment you met him, that day Megumi invited you to his house to finish a project together, you have been repressing those sinful thoughts that popped up in your head about his dad. You didn’t know if it was just that your look was too obvious that day, or this was a speech Megumi already had prepared for his hormonal friends visiting his home, but you vividly remembered how he told you words like: ‘I know my dad might get your attention, I’m not someone who likes to meddle in other people’s business, but… you know… it would make me uncomfortable if my friends tried to flirt with him or something’. And you also vividly remembered how you had told him that he didn’t have to worry, that older men were not your type. And in fact, they weren’t— but Toji seemed to be the exception. 

Back to the current situation, you hoped Toji had just woken up and hadn’t witnessed the moment you took his son upstairs. You didn’t want Megumi to get in trouble or even his father to think you were some kind of bad influence on him for bringing him home in such a condition. 

You heard him chuckle under his breath before he turned on the spotlights above the kitchen bar, illuminating the place a little more and letting you better appreciate his figure. 

“Did I scare you?” Toji asked playfully and you looked up just to witness the moment when he drank a glass of water with his eyes fixed on you. 

“Umm, a little.” You responded awkwardly, trying to avoid looking at him inappropriately, but those abs were not helping. 

He let out a snicker before speaking again, “Sorry, sweetheart.” Although it wasn’t the first time he called you that, his affectionate nickname made your heart race. You noticed how his eyes swept over you from head to toe, perhaps judging your outfit and wondering how young girls these days could go out wearing something like that. Or maybe thinking it’s cute and it looks good on you. Who knows, you’re overthinking at this point. 

He took another sip from his glass before placing it on the bar. “Are you drunk?” 

“No, I barely had one beer. I’m the designated driver.” You answered his question and jiggled your car keys as a way of confirming your words. 

“That’s good, I wasn’t gonna let you drive if you were.” He winked at you with a smirk on his handsome face. “Don’t you want a glass of water or something before you leave?” 

Your mother told you that in other people’s homes it was rude to refuse a glass of water, so you decided to listen to her out of politeness and not because you wanted to prolong this moment with a man twenty years older than you, “Water is fine, thank you.” 

You slowly approached the kitchen island where you sat on one of the stools while he poured the glass, you took advantage of the moment he turned around to admire his back, you also noticed that he wore nothing but black sweats that hung dangerously low on his hips.

Perhaps the only beer you drank was spiked, because the thoughts running through your head were not acceptable. But how could you overlook how attractive the man is? You just couldn’t. 

“I also want to thank you and apologize.” Toji said as he placed the glass on the countertop. 

“Why?” You asked taking the glass to take a short sip, somewhat awkward since Toji had his eyes fixed on you. 

“Thank you for bringing Megumi home, and apologize on his behalf for the trouble he gave you— taking care of drunks is a pain in the ass, don’t you think?”

Shit. “No, actually he wasn’t that drunk, he just—” Toji’s laughter cut you off in the middle of your attempted justification. 

“Don’t even try, sweetheart. I saw him crash right into his door.” Well, at least he didn’t look angry, “He also forgot to block me from his Instagram stories.” Stupid Megumi. You knew perfectly well that in more than one of those stories you were probably dancing and singing along with your friends. 

You put a hand to your face, embarrassed, “I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for? You didn’t do anything bad, right?” He shrugged, “And don’t worry about my son, I’m glad he’s finally having some college fun. I’m also pleased to know that he has a pretty friend who cares about him.”

Did he just call me pretty?

Toji leaned his forearms on the counter again, right in front of you, the movement made his muscles flex and some veins stand out. He was so close that with a simple movement of your hands you could touch him— but no, Y/N behave yourself. 

“Thank you.” It wasn’t the best you could answer, but it was the only thing you could think of; you were so nervous that you started playing with the keys in your hands as a distraction from your impure thoughts. 

Toji seemed to notice this, because he asked, “Am I making you uncomfortable?” 

You widened your eyes immediately and shook your head, “No! It’s just…” Wait, what are you supposed to say? ‘It’s just that you make me horny?’ Of course not. 

“It’s just what?” Toji didn’t seem angry, but rather intrigued with a hint of amusement, you could tell by the smirk that appeared on his scarred lips. Your heart rate intensified when he brought one of his hands up to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Do I make you nervous by any chance?” 

Toji Fushiguro was flirting with you? You wanted to think you were seeing things where there are none, how could it be possible that your friend’s father saw you as a woman? Are you crazy? You tried not to get your hopes up, but when his thumb began to caress your cheek, you knew that maybe your suspicions weren’t so foolish and that you had an opportunity that you were not going to miss. 

“A little.” 

“Why?” He licked his lips as his big hand cupped your face and squeezed your cheeks a little to force you to look him in the eye. 

“You know why.” Your answer sounded more provocative than you thought, and it seemed to be enough for him because he brought his face closer to yours to the point that your noses were touching. 

“You won’t tell anyone about this, right?” You answered with a small no before his thumb stopped pressing on your cheek to slowly move to caress your lower lip, by reflex, you opened your mouth slightly. “Good girl.” His finger made its way between your lips and you instinctively sucked on it without taking your gaze from his, which let you appreciate how his eyes darkened with pure lust. 

When his digit left your mouth it was only to press his lips to yours, unleashing what would be the hungriest kiss you had ever had in your life. 

You crawled over the countertop to intensify the kiss some more, moaning when you felt his tongue against yours; you had thought about it, but now you were proving that Toji was an incredible kisser. 

It seemed like a dream, right now you were sitting on your heels on top of the marble fulfilling one of your greatest fantasies, touching his body— your hands roamed from his shoulders to his pecs and abs, then down to the edge of his sweats and you felt him tense up when you decided to go a little lower to feel his erection in your hand. 

Meanwhile, he had one of his hands squeezing one of your breasts and the other caressing your thighs, you could feel your walls clench around nothing from the growing arousal you were experiencing. 

“You’re so pretty.” He mumbled against your lips, “So pretty and so fuckin’ hot, I bet you’ve been wantin’ this, huh?” You nodded as quickly as the words reached your ears and he pulled your hair back to look at your face. “I know, me too, doll— let’s just be quiet, okay?” 

Two pats on your thigh were the indication for you to sit properly in front of him before resuming the messy kiss you both shared, all while he pulled down the straps of your dress with desperation, freeing your breasts to then do the same with your panties and dropping the fabric to the floor.

You didn’t expect it when he grabbed you from behind your knees and spread your legs apart to look at your glistening pussy. Your confidence got a boost when you noticed the lustful way he was admiring such an intimate part of your body, so you let him get a better view by leaning your body back, supporting yourself on your forearms. 

“You’re gorgeous.” You didn’t know if he meant it to you completely or just to your sex, either way, you didn’t care, especially when he buried his head in the middle of your legs— wow. No doubt he was someone with a lot of experience, he had no problem finding your clit and concentrating his tongue there, making slow movements that made you arch your back. “You’re drenched down here, sweetheart.” 

“That’s because of you.” You responded trying to control your gasps, but his tongue felt so good— and the sensations only increased when he slowly slipped two of his fingers into your tiny entrance. 

“I know, doll. You’re such a slut for me, huh?” He stopped licking and stood upright, still moving his fingers inside you. “Always looking at me with those pretty eyes of yours, provoking me.” 

Toji curved his fingers touching your sweet spot, eliciting a moan from you that you tried to stifle, still aware that you needed to be quiet, but he was making your task impossible.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for a while.” He admitted. You began to feel your orgasm close, with each brush of his fingers and then his thumb stimulating your clit, he was bringing you to the edge. “Gonna cum?” 

“Fuck, yes.” He bent down again to suck your clit, this being the last push you needed to cum completely in his mouth. Your legs trembled and had he not been holding one with his free hand you would have crushed his head when you felt such an explosion of pleasure. It had been a long time since you had had an intense orgasm and you couldn’t believe it was your friend’s father who had brought it on. 

“You taste amazing, sweetheart.” You heard him say as you tried to control your breathing, god, you were so turned on that all you needed was to have him inside you at once. 

You sat up straight, watching as he withdrew his coated fingers from you and took them into his mouth, his eyes connected to yours making the scene feel more lecherous than it already was. “Toji, please fuck me.” 

Your plea brought a smile to his face, you thought he was finally going to pull his cock out and shove it inside you, but he had other plans in mind, “Let me see my cock in your mouth first, okay?” 

And in the blink of an eye, you were stepping off the counter to get down on your knees in front of him, facing the big bulge in his sweats. He didn’t wait any longer to pull down his garment just enough to free his painfully erect member. It was certainly proportional to his body and that was why you almost backed out, how was that supposed to fit in your mouth? 

“Show me what your pretty mouth can do and I’ll fuck you.” You started by wrapping one hand around his shaft to stroke it up and down, you tried to suppress your smile when you heard him moan softly, that you were the one to bring out those reactions from Toji only motivated you to bring his swollen tip into your mouth to make slow circles with your tongue. “Mmm, stop teasing.” 

Toji grabbed a fistful of your hair pulling it slightly to keep it out of the way when you finally got more of his length into your cavity. You began to move your head until you found your pace, combining the movements of your tongue along with those of your hand that was in charge of stimulating what didn’t fit in your mouth. 

Tears began to appear at the corners of your eyes the deeper you took him, you could feel his cock hitting the back of your throat and you did your best to avoid the gag reflex. 

He seemed to like it, because a high moan came out of his mouth as his grip on your hair intensified, “Fuck, you’re surprisingly good at sucking dick.” 

You gasped as Toji began to move his hips, mercilessly fucking your mouth, you had no choice but to loosen your jaw and take what he was giving you. His other hand went to the back of your neck to make you take it as deep as possible, causing your nose to bump into his pubic hair and more saliva to come out of your mouth, you looked up to hear him groan at the sound of your choking, finding him with his head thrown back and some veins in his neck standing out. 

“Shit. I’m close.” You were ready to receive his load after his little announcement, but Toji left your mouth abruptly. You took a deep breath trying to recover as he pulled your hair back to make you lift your head and licked his lips at the sight of your destroyed face. “C’mere.” 

He helped you to your feet and without any gentleness pushed you against the kitchen island with your back to him, his hands went to the hem of your dress to pull it up high enough to expose your ass. 

A sigh escaped your lips as you felt his muscular torso against your back and his heavy breathing in your ear tickling you, his hands went to your breasts to squeeze and pinch your nipples as he pleased, the painful but pleasurable action made you close your eyes as you moaned his name under your breath. 

“You’ll be the death of me.” He whispered against your ear before moving down to your neck to leave wet kisses, “I’ve always wondered how you’d feel.” One of his hands left your chest and then you felt the tip of his cock against your entrance, you automatically leaned forward a little and lifted your ass to give him better access. “I bet you’re tight.”

“Why don’t you find out?” After your teasing question, you felt Toji slide his cock over your labia, lubricating himself a little more before he began to slowly push it in, stretching your walls with every inch. “Oh god.” It hurt, but it felt so fucking good.

“Shit. That’s… Fuck, I was right.” He mumbled when his balls finally collided with your buttocks. “How does it feel, sweetheart?” 

“T-too big.” That was all you managed to say, eliciting a chuckle from Toji. 

“But you can take it, right?” His words came accompanied by the sudden movement of his dick coming out of you only to go back in much harder, pounding deeper this time. “Huh?”

“I can.” 

That was enough for him to start ramming you with increasing speed, the sound of your skins clashing echoed through the kitchen and in the back of your mind you hoped it wasn’t enough to wake Megumi. How would he react if he found you in this compromising situation with his father? What would you do? What would Toji do? You hoped you’d never find the answer to these questions. 

One of Toji’s hands went around your neck, applying just enough pressure to cut off some of the airflow but not enough to completely suffocate you; the other went to the middle of your legs to find your clit and began to stimulate it with his digits. These actions only made your desperate attempt to keep quiet more impossible.

At this rate your lip was going to start bleeding from how hard you were biting it. It was too much, the feeling of being so full plus the climax that was beginning to approach. 

“T-Toji, I’m—” You tried to announce that you were close, but his grip on your neck tightened, cutting off your words and your breathing some more, also making you look up so he could appreciate the moment when you were cumming on his cock. 

Perhaps in an attempt to quiet your moans, his lips returned to yours in a sloppy kiss as his cock continued to move in and out of your overstimulated pussy a little slower to let you savor your orgasm. 

“So fucking gorgeous when you cum.” Toji said with a mischievous smile after breaking the kiss and patted your cheek twice as if he was proud of you. 

For a moment you felt calm, just for a moment, because Toji wasn’t done yet— you gasped in surprise as he grabbed your thigh and lifted your leg in the blink of an eye to start thrusting deeper into your poor cunt, resuming his previous rhythm that had you rocking back and forth. His other hand covered your mouth to stifle the uncontrollable moans coming from your mouth; you were mentally grateful for this because you didn’t think you could hold the sounds any longer. 

“Shit. Keep squeezin’ like that.” His voice sounded above the wet sounds and the crash of his pelvis against your ass. “If my son, fuck, if he wasn’t upstairs I’d be fucking you stupid until you scream,” His thrusts gained speed as his grip on your thigh tightened to the point where you could feel his nails digging in. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Scream my fuckin’ name till everyone knows who’s makin’ you feel good.” 

You nodded stupidly, too cock-drunk to think clearly, you even felt tears begin to leak from your eyes from the immense pleasure he was bringing to your body. Once again, it was too much. 

You heard him mumble that he was about to cum against your ear at the same time his grip on your leg disappeared, dropping it over the counter and pushing your body forward until your naked breasts touched the cold marble. His hand didn’t leave your mouth, insisting on keeping you as quiet as possible while he pursued his climax. The new position was somewhat uncomfortable, but you didn’t bother to complain or change it as Toji kept pounding you hard. 

A few more thrusts were the last thing you felt before Toji suddenly pulled out of you to jerk his cock and spill his ropes of cum all over your ass while muttering countless profanities.

You lay on the counter like a rag doll as you tried to catch your breath. You couldn’t move immediately or even think clearly after such an intense experience. But you knew that the moment your sanity returned to your body, it would hit you like a bucket of cold water when you realized what you had just done. How were you going to look Megumi in the face after this?

“You alive?” He asked mockingly after who knows how long. You felt him wipe a tissue across your bottom, cleaning up his mess. “Don’t die here.” 

A chuckle escaped your lips as you tried to stand up with his help, immediately fixing your dress to cover yourself. You couldn’t make eye contact with him right now, the guilt and shame you were beginning to feel wouldn’t let you. 

You were about to bend down to pick up your panties from the floor but he beat you to it, smiling mischievously before saying, “As a souvenir.”

You let him have his way with it, even though you would surely miss those panties since they were your favorite, it was worth leaving them to him. “I think I should be goin’ now.”

“Yeah.” He cupped your face in his hand to lift your chin and bring his lips to yours once more, this kiss being a little slower than the previous ones. “Let’s do this again sometime, okay?”

Toji walked you to the door and patted your butt telling you to drive carefully, but not before kissing you one more time; and you were about to walk out triumphantly with a teenage smile on your face, until you heard a third voice. 

“Dad?” 

You hoped Megumi was still too drunk to notice the way his father panicked breaking the kiss immediately and almost pushed you out of the house, slamming the door in your face.

[kishibei]

WHAT A CREEP !

— K!NKTOBER DAY 9: PERVERSION

pervert! suna rintarou x reader | smut, 18+ | 3.8k words

summary: when your hot roommate offers to do laundry in exchange for a favor, you oblige in a heartbeat! your clothes seem to be returned in perfect condition, except there's one big problem: several pairs of panties are missing ...

cw: f reader, perversion, panty thieving, peeping, voyeurism, male masturbation, teasing, man-handling, fingering, mirror sex, dumbification, hate-fuck (?), rough sex.

← K!NKTOBER MLIST

You’ve never had a problem living with Suna; he was the nicest roommate you could’ve asked for.

Rent always came in weeks before it was due, and he stayed out of your way for the most part. What he lacked in social aspects he made up for in general politeness. Suna always greeted you in the mornings before leaving, and when he came back he'd offer you takeout in exchange for watching movies with him.

Though he didn't talk much, you were never uncomfortable with his silence. He was much better company than your mutual friend Atsumu, who just couldn't handle shutting up for five minutes, let alone for a film.

Suna was a calming presence and when he did offer his thoughts on things, he was brutally honest. it was something you both seemed to agree upon, a small unifying factor that helped you grow a bit closer to him. He was clean and organized, and your communal spaces were a calm mix of both your living habits. You could definitely trust him with domestic tasks, he had never given you reason not to. So when he began offering to do your laundry in exchange for a couple of favors, you obliged in a heartbeat.

It couldn’t have been that big of a leap anyway. Suna was a self-sufficient man and had done his own laundry ever since he had moved in. Knowing that eased you, and there really wasn't a seed of doubt in your mind when you handed your hamper over to him before work. It was truly impossible for him to fuck this up. Most of your colors could go in the same wash, so all that was really left for him to do was load up the washer and throw in a softener mid-cycle.

In spite of your confidence in him, you still had lingering doubts about his abilities. He was a guy, of course, one who probably had his mommy back home to wash his jerseys all season long. You knew he was capable of doing his laundry just fine and yet you'd successfully convinced yourself he would fuck up somewhere. Mental preparation, you'd called it. Just in case he did manage to disappoint you. Most men had a way of doing that sort of thing, anyway.

Once you had returned, you were pleasantly surprised to be met with your clothes not only intact but neatly folded and organized on your bed. A quick look over your things proved them to be in order and you’d even caught yourself smiling as you packed everything into their respective drawers. You didn't expect Suna to go so far as folding them, so naturally, you felt as if you owed him something extra for what he'd done. Maybe you should cook him dinner?

Turning to the final pile, you paused.

Heat crawled up your body when your eyes fell on the remaining stack of garments.

"No fucking way..." you trailed off, picking up a neatly folded lace thong. You stood frozen in place, staring at the dark sliver of fabric with wide eyes. You could almost hear the gears turning in your head before the realization dawned on you. You had not only let your hot roommate wash, but fold an entire set of your panties.

The mental image that played behind your skull had you wanting to kill yourself. You could so imagine Suna standing in the middle of your room picking up pair after pair of underwear, snickering at each design choice. The mere thought of it made you want to die and at this rate, dying seemed like a way better option than having to face him after this.

It was times like this that made you wish you weren't so lazy. You had intended on separating your underwear from the rest of the wash the night before, but sleep had taken over and you’d completely forgotten about it in the morning.

Sifting through the pile, you inspected the panties one by one, cringing at the embarrassing pattern that decorated your favorite pair. Suna was an attractive man, even after living with him for this long you’d never changed your mind. From the very beginning and especially after finding out who he was, you were hoping he’d have an embarrassing routine or bad habit that would rid you of your feelings for him. But up until now, he had a clean track record.

if anything, it was rather you who had slipped up. It was you who had just now let him see your character-speckled panties, all for some small favors. Tossing the piece of fabric into the nearest bin, you threw yourself onto the bed. Violently kicking your feet, you buried your face in the pillows, screaming about your little fuck up until your throat went dry.

Quick footsteps and a sharp rapping at your door snapped you out of your tantrum. The sheer embarrassment of it all almost had you forgetting you shared the apartment with someone else. But how could you forget? He was the whole reason you were acting this way to begin with.

“You okay in there? I'm coming in!” the man called out.

Suna fumbled with the doorknob, it was his way of respecting your privacy. Wordlessly, he offered you some time to collect yourself before stepping in. Shit like that made you hate the situation even more, why'd he have to be so gentlemanly even after seeing something so humiliating of yours?

Cursing yourself, you sat up. Not only had he seen your worst pair of underwear but now he had witnessed your screaming fit. If he didn't already think you were weird, he would definitely think you were now. He was probably only checking in to tease you anyway.

“Yea Suna, I'm alright!" you blurted out. "I was actually just gonna thank you for washing my stuff!"

“You really didn't have to fold them too, you know?” the words left your lips so fast, you nearly couldn't catch what you were saying.

Suna’s eyes shifted from you to the now messy pile of underwear you sat next to, then met yours again. He wasn't stupid, it was very clear what you were flustered about.

"Oh,” he trailed off slowly, a hand coming up to comb through the hair framing in his face.

“It wasn't a big deal for me, sorry if you didn't want me to.”

“It’s fine!” you squeak. “I guess I owe you an extra favor for that.”

There’s a pause before Suna speaks again, almost like he’s contemplating the right thing to say. He's unreadable at the moment and you're about to curse him for it. But just when you fix your lips to get a word out, it appears he's decided.

“I'll keep that in mind.”

There's a smirk to his words that don’t quite reach his face, and before you can process it, he’s disappeared down the hall and back into his room.

Huffing you drag a hand over your face, turning your attention back to the stack of underwear in question. Sorting through them again you come to a halt. You're sure you’d included a couple more pairs than this so you recount, and recount, and recount. You're probably overthinking it, and things get lost in the dryer all the time. You can't even begin counting how many pairs of socks you’d orphaned in the wash.

This was Suna Rintarou you were talking about: star middle blocker for EJP. A division one player with a reputation to maintain wouldn’t do anything stupid like what you were thinking. Just because he stuck to himself didn't make him some reclused creep, he was a well-known guy who just happened to choose to enjoy a modest life. You're sure his name gave him plenty of girls to fuck, what business would he have stealing panties anyway?

You brush the thought from your mind. It's definitely a stretch, and beyond unlikely. You're almost ashamed that you even had such an idea, to begin with. Suna’s never given you a reason to doubt his intentions, but what kind of man just does a girl’s laundry for fun?

You need to be sure of your suspicions, if they were real at all. You need to catch Suna Rintarou red-handed.

Tonight, you hardly sleep. Staring up at the ceiling, your throat is dry, and your head is filled with unease, mind swirling with all kinds of theories about Suna. Frustrated, you slip out of bed to get a glass of water. The floor is cold, and a shiver crawls up your spine as your feet meet the chilly wood. It's an eerie feeling and it almost makes you want to crawl back into bed and try to fall asleep again.

Forcing the thought away, you make your way to the kitchen, treading lightly so as not to disturb your roommate. You know he has to travel in the morning, and you’d hate to be the reason he isn't well-rested. But as you pass his room, you realize he’s left his door cracked open and isn't asleep at all, heavy breaths and a soft rhythmic patting are proof of that.

The noises he makes cause you to stop in your tracks, and before you realize it, you find yourself drawn to them, clinging to the wall to secure a better view through the gap in the doorway.

Suna’s eyes are screwed shut. The faint glow of his phone screen just barely illuminates his features and you can see the soft dusting of pink covering his angular face. His lips parted and a shaky inhale followed as your eyes drop from his face to the hand that was gripping his heavy cock. You almost gasp yourself as you note the impressive size of it.

He was huge and girthy, even from afar you could make out the thick veins that decorated the shaft and the aggressive shade of pink that blushed over his leaking tip. You watched as fat beads of pre flowed down his cock, dribbling over his fingers before falling onto his weighty balls. You were so entranced by him you had barely registered what he held in that same hand until he began stroking himself with it.

Your jaw fell laxly as you watched how he worked himself with the lacy black fabric. He was practically choking his cock out with a grip so intense you were sure it was painful. Looking back at his face, you watched attentively as his brows knit together before he opened his eyes again. Zeroing in on his phone, a string of expletives fell from his lips as he picked up the pace.

The loud slapping of his skin and the creaking of his bed rivaled the sound of his voice but still, there it was. Among all the obscenities that came dripping from his tongue, there was your name.

It started as a whisper and you couldn’t even believe it was coming out of his mouth. It grew into a continuous desperate chant as if he was trying to summon you to properly finish him off before he pushed himself over the edge.

Suna came hard. Stupid hard. So hard he had let his phone slip from his grasp, and there you could see it.

You could recognize that photo anywhere, it was one of your best. Even if you had gone blind the next day, you could still point it out in a lineup of other revealing photos. There you were on Suna’s phone screen, on vacation at matira beach in bora bora, playfully bent over in a small bikini top and shorts.

This time you couldn’t hold the gasp you let out. Fully opening the door now, you watched Suna scramble to cover himself. The cum that covered his abs dripped onto his sheets as he sat up. Before he could open his mouth to speak you started.

“Fucking pervert.” you spat out.

Suna physically recoiled, the words had cut deep and bothered him more than he had liked to admit. But you’d instantly noticed how he flinched at them.

“Really, panties? And my Instagram? You're pathetic, Suna.”

He couldn't say a word, he sat staring dumbfounded blinking up at you like an idiot.

“Nothing to say, either? I expected a lot more out of you, guess you're nothing but a little pervert.” you spat contemptuously turning to leave the room. “And keep them. I don't want you going through any more of my stuff, freak.”

Suna sputtered as he watched you stand in the doorframe with your back to him. You were desperately waiting for him to say something, anything.

“That's rich coming from you” he fired back.

You froze as soon as the harsh words had reached you. Clenching your fists, you turn. "Accusing me is really low of you, Suna.”

“You think I didn't see you watching?” Chuckling, he ran a hand through his hair. “I mean watching me jerk off? You're even lower than me. I never crossed that line”

“Shut up.” you spat, turning to him. "I was only here to close your door. You're the one who left it open, you wanted to get caught.”

“Such a tease, youre the one who gave me your panties. it's almost like you wanted me to take them.”

Sputtering, you gave up on responding.

“You're no better than me.” he finished. Turning, you faced him fully now. “And you're right, I did wanna get caught, seeing you there made me cum, came real hard actually."

You cringed at his vulgarity. You’d never seen this side of Suna at all. He was always calm and reserved, the complete antithesis of what he was right now. You hated his sudden confidence and yet it turned you on all the same. Before you could think you began making your way into the room. Stopping before his bed, you lowered yourself to be at eye level with him.

“You know if you had just said something instead, we could’ve fucked.”

Bringing a hand to the nape of your neck Suna pulls you in, resting his lips against the shell of your ear. “So what’s stopping you?” he purred. Wrenching your head back to get a better look at you, his crushing grip on your neck intensified.

“Don't fight me now. If you want it, just tell me. I won't judge.” he simpered. "Besides, you do owe me a favor."

Your head spun at the thought of it, but you had also just caught him jerking off with your panties a few minutes ago. He was a creep, but you had also coveted him from the very moment he hauled his boxes in to stay. You didn't want to say it aloud, so you merely nodded. Admitting it would make it so much more real and you liked the idea of this just being some fever dream you’d wake up from in the morning.

“That won't do, I need you to say it,” he cooed, the smile playing on his lips growing sinister.

"I want it.” you whispered.

"Louder”

“I want it, Suna.” you said with more confidence now.

“Good,” he let go of your neck, deft fingers creeping up to get a good grip on your hair, beckoning you into a burning kiss.

The kiss was rough and nasty, spit escaped the corners of your lips and dribbled down your chin as his tongue explored your mouth. Pulling away with a gasp, you met Suna’s eyes, there was something dark steeping in them, but before you could think too hard about it, his hands gathered your hair again, pushing you down to your knees.

Your hands ran up his muscular thighs as he took the sheet off of him, swinging his legs off the bed to rest on either side of your head. He was much bigger up close and the sheer size of him made you nervous. Swallowing thickly you looked up at him again, and he brought a hand to your face, squeezing your cheeks so your lips puckered up for him.

“Go on,” he said with a nod, his other hand gripping his cock, slowly stroking it before bringing it to your eager lips. You opened your mouth and took him in immediately, already huffing around the thick of his shaft.

He was so big you could barely breathe around him, he was only halfway in and you’d already felt like throwing up. Pulling back with a gasp, you followed the trail of spit still connected to his cock, watching it split before pressing light kisses and kitten licks to the length of it.

The expression that painted Suna’s face almost made you laugh. His eyes were shut hard again and his forehead was creased in frustration at the barely there stimulation you offered him. Getting bored of teasing him, you put him in your mouth again.

You'd done it slowly this time, letting the tip of his member reach the back of your throat before pulling away. What couldn't fit in your mouth, you stroked with your hands and Suna was truly in heaven once he peered down at you working him skillfully. Grunting at your ministrations, he shifted his hands to cradle your face before plunging your head further down the shaft. You began to gag but he shushed you, gently stroking your head as he aided you closer to the base of his cock.

“See? Not so hard if you breathe through your nose, girl.” Humming around him you let him take control, allowing him to maneuver your head how he pleased, fucking your face with vigor. Tears streamed down your face and drool ran to your chin, the mix of fluid pooling down at the tip before dripping onto the floor.

“Fuck...” he grunted, bucking his hips as you took him down your throat, the harsh movement causing you to gag around him. “So pretty taking me like this…” his words were muttered and punctuated with moans. “So fucking good for me,” he grunted.

His words went straight to your pussy, and you clenched your thighs at the praise. Suna reveled in the sight of you falling apart in front of him, his words had an effect to them and he had clearly begun to make a mess out of you.

Suna was close, so fucking close. Pushing your face closer to him, you breathed heavily once you’d reached the hilt, nose buried in the light dusting of hair smattered over his pubis. A string of expletives left his lips as a warning. He couldn't quite find the words in time before he was cumming down your throat. When he had worn himself out you pulled yourself off with a pop, swallowing hastily to catch a proper breath of air.

You gasped violently, chest heaving as you huffed waiting for your breath to steady. Suna returned a hand to your face again, raising your chin to examine it. He brought his thumb to the corner of your lips, smearing around some of the fluids that escaped before pushing his thumb past your lips for you to suck. Capturing them obediently you met his eyes again, they were lidded and danced around your face and body, unable to focus on one thing.

“I didn't know pervert girls sucked cock so well,” he jested, sharply pulling back at the feeling of your teeth clamping down on his thumb. “I was joking!” he shook his hand for added effect.

“Let me take care of you now…”

Pulling you up to your feet, Suna helped you undress. He worked slowly and his touch lingered in the places he ran his hands over. Coaxing you over to him, he situated you in his lap with your back to him, pressing his nose into the crook of your neck, he spread your legs.

“Look,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses and the occasional nibble to your clavicle. Glancing up, you had finally taken notice of the mirror that sat across from you. Seeing yourself spread open with him behind you made you shiver, your skin prickled with goosebumps when his hands traveled south, holding your thighs apart.

"Aren't you pretty?” he asked, not really expecting an answer. You were already babbling about him stroking your thighs and he hadn't even touched you where it meant anything. Pushing your panties to the side, Suna ran a finger down your slit, pulling it back to admire the thread of wetness that was still connected to your cunt.

“So fucking wet for me,” he began, bringing his fingers to his lips, sucking them loudly. Your flesh burned in embarrassment as you watched him lick your slick off his digits.

“And all that just from sucking dick? You really are a slut.”

You writhed in his arms, wishing he would get done with the teasing and actually touch you seriously. You were so turned on it almost hurt, the steady thump of your pussy irritated you, and you were practically on the verge of tears.

“Suna,” you whined, circling your hips desperately. “Please,  just touch me already…”

You watched his head lift from its position at your neck, making eye contact with you in the mirror. Without warning, he brought two fingers to your cunt, harshly plunging them into your dripping hole. You cried out, bucking wildly in his lap as he drew them out before pushing them in again, curling them to skim the spongy area hidden at the back of your cunt. His digits were long and skinny and he had no problems reaching deep where you needed him. Tears streamed down your face as he worked you to hysterics, hiccupping and gripping his wrists when you were close to your peak.

“S-suna!” you yelped, shutting your eyes hard at the incoming wave of pleasure. Suna grabbed your face, turning it back to the mirror.

“Open your eyes.” he cooed, roughly scissoring his fingers in your pussy. “I want you to see how you look cumming all over my fingers.”

Prying your eyes open, you focused on the mirror. Training your sights on Suna’s nimble fingers knuckles deep in you, you clamped down on him hard, gushing over his hands and thighs with a scream.

Before you had even fully come to, Suna was already busying himself with your spent pussy. Peeling your panties off, he slotted himself between your folds, coating his cock with your fluids before sinking you down on it.

Mutually, you gasped. Your hole fluttered around his length as the stretch of him entering burned you. Letting out a shaky exhale, Suna took his time, slowly lowering you down with small strokes until he had fully bottomed out. When you had finally adjusted, he hooked his arms around your legs, folding you in on yourself as he dragged his cock out of you.

You trembled at the feeling of his length being drawn out before slipping back in. You could practically feel every vein stroke your insides and the angle of his cock had you jabbering incoherencies when he abused the spot that had you falling apart. Suna’s pace was unrelenting, he bounced you on his lap, letting gravity take over before he lifted you up again.

“Fuck,” He grunted, angling his body to sink himself deeper. “Keep clamping down on me like that and I'm gonna cum.” His words had the opposite effect on you, and your cunt was swallowing him up, squeezing his cock with a vice-like grip.

Groaning, Suna tightened his grip on your legs. Standing up from the bed, he bullied his cock into you, lifting and dropping you down on him with vigor. Moaning in pure ecstasy, you hollered at his pace grabbing onto whatever you could to steady yourself.

You’d gone dumb at this point. Sobbing uncontrollably, you were unable to moan or form any sounds other than the string of slurred syllables that made up his name.

“Suna! Su- su-…”

“I know,” he hushed you, pressing sloppy kisses to your cheek down to your neck and shoulders.

“Fuck!” he grunted. “Gonna… gonna cum!”

Gripping his wrists you tried to find the words. “Don- don’t pull out..” you slurred, teetering over the edge of bliss.

Your words shot straight to his pulsing cock and he emptied himself inside you with a strangled cry. The feeling of him filling you up with his warm seed pushed you over the edge. Crying, you gushed around him, pushing his cock out as he tried to fuck you through your orgasm. Coming down from his high, Suna pulled out of you, the mix of fluids dripping out of your worn cunt and onto the hardwood floor.

Relaxing in his arms, your eyes fluttered closed. Leaning your head back, you looked up at him. Sweat lined his brow and his face was a violent shade of pink as he huffed, meeting your gaze.

“So,” you rasped. “Wanna go again, pervert?”

[mikeysbabygirl]

𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖 𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊

𝑷𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓

Warning: 18+ Minors DNI. Hate sex, exes to lovers, mean Dom! Rindou (at first ), lover boy Rinrin, reader is a bitch lol, manipulation, rough sex, slight angst, jealousy...

Summary : you were only supposed to use Rindou to get some informations you needed, but what if you fell in the lures of your own game ?

This is one of the shittiest, most rushed up things I wrote. It just came to my head in a whim and I needed to write it ( now you all know my impulses, I guess)

-" The fuck you're doin' here ?"

You didn't even flinched when Rindou's face materialized behind you through the mirror, you only restrained a smirk not to ruin the gloss you were applying in the restroom.

-" this is called lipgloss, Rin'. "

-" That's not what I'm talking about, and you know it. " His voice was deeper than ever, invisible bullets of his dark glare lacerating your back. " And you better not call me that ".

When once upon a time his order would have made you submit, it only made your smile widen, you put your lipstick down and turned around, getting closer to your ex.

Rindou remained made of stone, despite hating his body's undead old reaction everytime you were close. That one single ectopic heartbeat almost made him want to push away your face that was only inches away from his, while you tiptoed to be on his level.

-" Oh yeah ?"

He didn't answered, only looking disdainfully at you through his lashes.

-" I remember you loved to have me screaming that name ".

A sarcastic laughter left his mouth, he shook his head from left to right.

-" Get over yourself already. And leave the fuck outta here. Unlike me, Mikey wouldn't mind putting a bullet though this " his fingers reached for your temple. " This pretty skull of yours. "

- " You see, Rin'... "

Rindou suppressed the urge to push away your palms that gently cupped his cheeks, your eyes on him were showering him under dozens of unsaid praises, he would allow himself one more second, one more second leaning in your touch.

-" You still care about me after all the shits I've done ".

-" Not wanting to see your brain splattered on the floor doesn't mean I care about you"

The invisible fog of offense behind your confident eyes didn't go unnoticed by him, yet it was chased awah rather fastly by a brighter smile.

-" I don't think your toy for the night would agree. She seemed like she would've crushed my skull anytime, well, if she could " you snorted, as soon as you mentioned her, Rindou's lips curled slightly before he pushed your hands away from him.

-" So all those stares you were sending back there " he gestured toward the event's room, outside the bathroom. " Were jealousy stares... "

Although having shared your life for months and months, he still could not tell if the sight of your sarcastic laughter were one to die for, or one that should make him pull the trigger on you.

-" Oh Rin', oh baby... She has nothing on me."

As Rindou Haitani has always been too good at reversing mirrors, he towered above you with a single step, coating you in his intimidating shadow. You chased away a shiver, closing your eyes when his lips brushed against your ears, hearts and chests almost melting on each other.

-" She has me. " You could practically feel the smile on his lips, and in the end you weren't wrong, all night long thinking he only kept that poor thing by his side to test your limits.

Your eyes fell on him in a daggers-shower, though footprints of a smile were left on your lips, challenges were burning in your gaze.

-" She might have you now, but I had you first. You can't erase this. "

-" yeah that's very mature of you ".

You despised the eccentric laughter to escape his mouth after that, Rindou went to walk away, until your hand reached his arm to stop him in his track. Rindou refused flatly to even let his eyes wander over you or your face, knowing damn too well they would get lost on that same old landscape. Instead, he just listened to the words you uttered.

-" I see you taking her everywhere we used to go, Rin'. You're using the poor girl as a rebound, pacify her and let her go, admit you still... have feelings for me. "

Your statement was met by a raised eyebrow from him.

-" Bold of you to think I didn't got over you yet." He simply answered, and though he was right, that you could never be so sure whether he forgot about you or not, you decided to walk on the thin line.

Your hand on his arm reached for his hand, almost intertwining your fingers together, his eyes fell on the gesture you used to do so often with an unreadable expression.

-" you can pretend all you want, but you can't stay away from me. "

Those purple eyes met yours halfway, making you gulp down once his hand squeezed your cheeks together, lifting your head slightly.

-" You chose to be a bitch. " He started, and watched you taking his cruel words with an everlasting stare, you deserved them. " You dated me to steal the contract from Koko, and you did. I've had my fair share of your body, guess we're through now, get over it. "

The painful pressure he was applying to your face left place to a cold nothing as he began walking away, leaving you crestfallen in that restroom, until he stopped,his back facing you.

-" Your boss's prolly proud 'f ya, I don't expect you to regret your decision. So don't expect me to care. "

To be honest, dating Rindou Haitani was supposed to be an easy cross on your to do list. Your boss needed a snitch inside the Bonten to win some business contract, and he had your pretty face as an ace up his sleeve.

The plan worked like a charm. Whilst Rindou Haitani was falling under your charm. And although they told you he was not one to let his guards down, something about you, about how you always seemed so out of reach even in between his arms had him lingering longer than he ever did in your bed.

Your ego was a fog blinding you, and soon ended up suffocating you. Yes, you earned that deal, and choked on your own self esteem.

And you hit the wall too late, the minute that fog of an ego dissipated after seeing that other woman in Rindou's arms tonight at the dinner.

You've been hearing he moved on, but refused to believe...

Unfortunately, you were not one to take a loss, and he should've known it by then...

And fate often played your game too much for your own good, maybe that was the reason why you believed everything's easier when it comes to you.

Maybe that was what got you in Rindou's apartment, later that night, staring from the floor to ceiling windows at the man you loved, parking his fancy car and getting out. Alone.

Another smile painted your lips, a true one this time.

You knew you'd haunt the corners in his head, longer for anyone to even share his bed.

As soon as he opened his door, Rindou flashed his gun in a striking speed. His sharp senses immediately detected a presence, then he just cursed under his breath recognizing you.

-" Okay first of all, fuck you" he blew out some air, throwing his gun on the couch and closing the door behind him. " And secondly, you're one kind of a psychopath, how did you get in ?"

He would've waited for you to go on insulting him too, but surely not to throw the spare keys he gave you on the couch and to get closer to him, an unreadable expression on your face.

-" I knew you wouldn't take her home. "

There was something about the moonlight, it seemed. That night, he was seeing you under a whole new light, new insecurities and ghosts haunting those features he had, he confesses, loved so much.

-" She has plans for tomorrow, early in the morning".

Lie. But Rindou would rather ache the lack of a heart in his chest all his life, than ever admit that his beating piece of muscle and blood was hidden somewhere between your lies and your truths.

Yet it was you. You riding your whirlwind of emotions, you and your insidious seeds trailing forests of fresh air in his stone cold heart. It was you skating on melting ice, lighting matches.

It was you getting even closer to him, until you had to raise your head to lock eyes with him.

-" I knew you wouldn't take her home. " You whispered this time, in a quivering voice.

And for the first time, behind those thorns you put between you and the world, he saw the roses. The red, fragile, bloody roses to your sharp edges and thorns.

To say his heart wasn't beating faster would be a greater lie, there was so much emotions painting your face that he could spend days writing them down, yet he tried remaining of stone.

-" if you say so. Now leave. "

Yet another stab to your heart again, from his careless tongue and you knew, some more and you were long gone.

Choking on your own thoughts, you closed your eyes and released those restrained words faster than you would've expected them to.

-" I do regret. "

And when you expected it the least, a touch floated against your lashes, forcing you to open your eyes and meet the lavender ones of your ex, his hands cupping your cheeks. He wanted you to say it on his face.

-" it's my fault, I'm the one who ruined us. And i did it so many times for business, but I swear to you, Rin' I promise it's the first time I'm regretting-"

-" Shut the fuck up. " He commanded,releasing your face, tone starting to get rougher.

Heart starting to get softer.

Wasn't it crazy? After getting soaked in all types of bloods, after taking all sizes of bullets, seeing his guards faltering again from some words out of a pretty mouth ?

-" No I won't ! " The way your voice rose earned you an intimidating look from him, making you gulp down. " If I could do it all over-"

-" You're just making sure I'm not getting over you, 'cause you're jealous. "

-" I'm not. " It was your turn to grow on the defensive, and it was his turn to stop you from running away a hand on your lower back to keep you close.

-" cause you're a mess."

-" Rin, stop. " You warned, but a smirk was growing on his face, seeing the scars of his words behind your eyes.

-" Cause you're none but a fucked up, sad bitch with too little self esteem to think someone could ever stay long with you. So you leave first-"

-" Shut the fuck up !"

And in a second, the roles were reversed again, and Rindou successfully got under your skin, you were sure he knew, by the way you were panting and he was grinning.

That hand on your lower back began going down, whilst his other hand found the back of your neck to have his fleshy lips brushing against yours with each whispered word, forehead resting on yours.

-" So you're right, love. She has nothing on you. That might just be why I want her. Unlike you, she never left my side. "

And just as suddenly, your words found your mouth again, your eyes found his again.

-" But I never left your head. "

-" No. "

Because deep there, he could not deny your fever, hide your infecting presence everywhere inside him.

-" No, you never did. " He admitted in a breath, knee brushing between your legs, stealing a shaky breath from you.

And just like the first falling leafs after a hot summer, just as Insidiously, what started as a heated argument ended up with a battle of desires, your two bodies gravitating toward each other without never colliding.

-" That's gonna be different " his husky voice warned, Rindou was caught in a haze, split in two between his resolve and your scent dominating his senses.

-" I'm not gonna go any softer on ya " he added, rubbing his knee right between your thighs against your underwear, your bit your lips and your arms instantly found the back of his neck.

-" I don't care, Rin'. Whatever you'll give, I deserve. Don't be gentle, bruises can heal. "

See, holding into you was the burning coal in Rindou's hands, letting go surely could heal the burn, and he tells himself everytime he would let go.

This time, he would let go.

-" I fuckin' hate you. " Tasting Rindou's lips again felt like coming out for fresh air.

Next time, he would let go. Maybe.

And he didn't lied, when he said he wouldn't be any softer. Just his lips against yours were a pace you struggled to keep, his hands soon lifted your thighs to have you pressed against the wall, not even bothering to take off your dress and ripping the fabric instead.

-" I loved this dress" you whispered against his lips, out of breath, before he held your throat firmly and shushed you by sweet rolls of his thumb on your now unclothed cunt.

-" You prolly only bought it so I could take it off, shut it down now. "

-" You don't get to- Uh god !"

He stole the words from you, inserting a finger roughly between your tight walls and grunting as they clothed him in.

-" So damn wet " he brought his fingers to his mouth, bored eyes on yours before releasing them with a lourd pop. " Likes being treated like a whore, dontcha ?"

-" Fuck you. " You hardly uttered, his fingers back to scissoring inside you, yet your words had him frowning, stopping any of his movements, a glare on his face that, honestly had you scared.

-" Now repeat that for me, would ya, baby ?"

And although you shouldn't, you really shouldn't...

-" Fuck you, Rindou Haitani. "

Again, it was just you, lighting matches, walking on thin lines.

It was just you, bent over the table, crying out loud while Rindou's fat cock was bullying your cervix with each thrust, hands holding your hips in a bruising grip.

-" Pussy so tight, why'd you have to always ruin it with your mouth, hm ?"

-" Slow... Slow down, shit, Rin "you struggled, flesh burning each time the table rubbed against you abdomen with his length buried deep inside you. Rindou pulled your hair back, drawing whimpers out of you and making you face him.

Those teary bright eyes, those pouty lips made his cock throb, made his heart beat.

-" Shhh, I know you can take it. I know my bitch can take me. Now shut up b'fore I gag those cute lips of yours. "

Too fastly, you were losing count of seconds, and count of times you came around his length, yet he didn't came once. Rindou seemed fueled by an unextinguishable fire, and he was.

He was fueled by months of stolen heart beats and sleepless nights thinking about you, while you were out there planning to take them down.

-"shit , been missin' this addictive pussy. " His hand cupped your cheek to force your eyes on his. "Eyes on me. Been looking for this pretty face everywhere. "

-" Rin, please... Can't take no fucking more " you sobbed, biting your hand overwhelmed by equal pain and pleasure.

Rindou leaned over, placing gentle kisses on your neck that ironically goes well with the animalistic pace of his hips against yours.

-" does that filthy-goddamn... Mouth of yours know nothing other than lies? Look how tight you're clenching 'round me, baby. You're getting my cock so wet."

With a hand on your chest, he pressed your back against his torso, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

-" things are about t'change, love. "

That out of breath, husky voice was filled by nothing but dark promises.

And to think he was gently kissing your neck, calling you baby, when he was giving all his guts into splitting you in half on his shaft.

-" got a bad girl and was treating her too good, now daddy's gotta make you his perfect lil doll, yeah ? Dick this pussy 'til you learn your lessons. "

Not like he would even let you think about working with that boss again. Didn't you came there by your own will, after all ? So sacrifices, he would make you go through, if you really wanted him.

-" it's alright, t's okay, you not gonna blame me for loving my baby just too much, are ya now ?"

Could it be his thrusts bringing you closer to yet another relentless high ? Or his words ? None of them, or both of them had you stupidly nodding your head.

And could it be your unusual obedience, or just you, your face looking at him, your heart beating under his hands, none, or both had him kissing you, fiercely, passionately, hatefully, forcefully until breathing you in, high on your love and drunk on the pain.

In the end, to fight the love is to feed it. Rindou gets it now, with your body laying limp on his strong arms. Wearing proudly those bruises he got from boxing your thoughts with no gloves, that exactly is how it felt like to resist a feeling.

-" Jus' be a good girl for me, and I give you my fucking word ain't never gonna see me with another bitch, yeah ?"

Unfortunately, some bruises just don't need bandaids.

[tojisun]

like a tidal wave

: toji fucking you stupid :’p

“ahhh!” you moan, your hips rising from the bed. “shoooo goo’!”

toji laughs as his thrust punches his cock deep in you again. a garbled wail creeps past your gritted teeth as your head drops back into the pillows, your nails digging into the soiled sheets.

“yeah?” he asks like he can’t see the way you have gone incoherent because of his cock. “it’s “shoo goo” that you can’t think straight, huh, baby?”

you moan a reply. perhaps. you don’t really know — your mind has turned into a puddle the moment your soaked cunt took toji’s cock to the hilt.

toji chuckles, his hips stuttering to a full stop, leaving his cock buried within your plush folds.

“fuck,” he sighs, sounding so contented, his hand coming up to push the wet strands of his hair away from his face. “this feels so fuckin’ good.” toji’s eyes close. “i’ll have you warm my cock like this next time, yeah?”

his eyes open when he doesn’t hear you respond past your hiccuped wheezing. a teasing remark sits on his tongue, his lips curling into a smirk, but his throat goes parched the moment he sees you, his thoughts sizzling into nothingness.

you look utterly ruined: your eyes are glossy with desire, unfocused and dazed, and your cheeks are damp with tears; your jaw is slack, your lips bruised and slick with spit. your chest is heaving and toji’s eyes flutter between your breasts, almost purring at seeing them full of bite marks and hickies.

toji bows forward, almost mounting you, and this slight movement pushes his cock further in. you whine, wiggling your hips to chase the fleeting movement, and toji huffs, feeling fully endeared.

“hey,” he says as he pats your cheek gently. “anyone home?”

“uh huh,” you mumble, your eyes slowly zoning back in. 

toji smiles, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “there’s my baby girl.”

then, he straightens back up again, his hands returning to their purchase on your parted legs. you watch with blurry eyes as he clutches your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin.

you keen when he drags his cock out slowly, and you unconsciously squeeze your legs close as if to stop toji from moving. as if to keep his cock in you.

toji coos, massaging your thighs to get you to relax. “don’t worry, princess,” he whispers when all that’s left inside of your sensitive cunt is the head of his cock. “daddy isn’t going anywhere.”

“oh,” is all you get to whisper before toji slams his cock back in you.

your eyes roll back into your head, your lips dropping for a silent scream. toji outright giggles.

[p-antomime]

⠀⠀⠀ᨳ — imaushi wakasa + morning sex!

a/n: i wrote this almost 4 days ago, when i was going crazy in my peak of wakasa longing ‘cause he one of my meows (haruchiyo don’t be jealous), and it turned out that i decided to rewrite some parts because i wanted to use this for my beautiful Sei’s birthday!

so, therefore, whoever is reading this: know that i wrote it first thinking of my pretty girl and obviously it’s a gift for @wakasa-wifey, only !

cw: wakasa with nipple piercings and also: nipple play (f → m). ┊mdni!

Keep reading

[sukunababy]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓

— Ken Ryuguji, Manjiro Sano, Shuji Hanma, Haruchiyo Akashi, Taiju Shiba x f!reader

cw. size kink, pet name, dirty talk, praise, riding, public, oral, choking, doggy, degradation, daddy kink

an. i can’t even remember the last time i wrote for this fandom but i miss draken so <3 rbs are appreciated | m.list

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍

His lips curl in a smirk as you dig your nails into his pecs and lower yourself a little more onto his length.

“You’re such a good girl,” Draken coos grabbing your hips to support you.

You can’t help it and moan breathlessly as you work your hips to meet his, “yo-you’re too big ..aha..” you meow trapping your lip between your teeth to cover your lewd moans.

He chuckles. “I know, baby, but you’re doing it so well.” He rises to meet your face and presses sloppy kisses into the crook of your neck as you sob and try to bounce on half of his shaft.

His fingers slide between your sweaty bodies and when he presses on your clit your jaw falls open. “Come on baby, you can cum like that too,” he hums meeting your teary eyes.

“Cum on me, make a mess.” Your fingers wrap in his hair as your walls spasm and clench around his fat girth.

When you gush around him, Draken smiles.

He keeps grinding your bud and you slowly lower yourself onto his cock, squealing his name as you end up sitting in his lap.

“That’s my good girl, now you can ride me good” he coos enjoying your throbbing pussy around his cock and your cum sliding onto his balls.

Continua a leggere

[notcreepngs]

IN THE WOLVES’ DEN

F.T - Mikey, Sanzu, Ran, Rindou, Kakuchou, Takeomi, Kokonoi. sub f reader

GENRE(s) - dark content, nsfw, explicit smut

W.C - 11.9k

A.N - my first long work on this blog and i decided to start out with a bang. quite literally. mind the warnings below, this is a heavy piece

C.W - dubious consent, gangbang (they all have separate turns), humiliation, praise, degradation, daddy kink, sir kink, master kink, corruption kink, overstimulation, dacryphilia, hair pulling, light asphyxiation, cum play, rough sex, manhandling, unprotected sex, watersports, power exchange, power play, dom/sub play, age gap for some characters (reader is in her mid 20s), slight infantilization, dumbification, objectification, voyeurism, clit slapping. | names used: angel, doll, darling, princess, good girl, whore, slut. | additional info: inaccurate loaning talk, bonten has power dynamics, mentions of prostitution, sloppy seconds, thirds, fourths, fifths and so on, sanzu fucks mikey’s cum back into you and likes it, ran fucks you with rindou’s cum still inside

SYNOPSIS - your father owes a debt he couldn’t pay back, and you have no choice but to lend a hand. if you don’t want him dead

Your father’s a good man. You know he is. He single-handedly raised you while your mother was hospitalized. Sick in bed, tumors in the brain, mutations in the lungs that shaped them badly - caused them from functioning properly that she needed a mechanical pump, chemotherapy, and further care at the facility she has been recommended to. Hospital bills, one man managing the house, and a child to look over, your father was tasked with a lot when he was just figuring out life, toughening against its hardships, growing from its trials. 

Despite these difficulties, your father showed you and your mother love, care, hard work, and stability. All without lashing out. How can someone like that not be good? 

All his life he’s done nothing but good, you don’t doubt him, however, he’s gotten mixed up with the wrong company. 

It started with the house bills. The water and electricity would go out during weeks that your father’s paychecks didn’t line up conveniently. You went about two months with it on and off. Your father would beg the companies for hours if he had to before they took pity on him and turned it back on. Then came the hygiene issues. You would wear the same clothes a few days in a row or alternate, or sometimes, stains would still remain from the last wash. You were often called unkempt by your classmates, but you didn’t pay it any mind because your father was kind enough to apologize for the inconveniences of your life, even though any of it wasn’t his fault. 

You understood at an early age that poverty exists, it can be cruel to even children. Life doesn’t soften for anyone, old or young, capable or handicapped - but you guess life does seem easier if you have more money. 

You were given a reminder of this one day in the form of a wad of cash in a thick envelope, strange notes on the cover, and your father’s happily flushed face. The first thing he did was buy you new clothes. Pink dresses with frills and laces, cute shirts and pants, you were given the clothes often worn by the child mannequins in store windows that other girls your age would whine to their parents about. The bills were finally paid on time, never a minute late. Your water and electricity never went out again. You could finally eat meat and poultry instead of scraping by on veggies, and most of all, your mother’s care increased in quality since the treatment could finally be paid. 

Because of this, you didn’t buy too many things that were extravagant. It wasn’t luxury, but it wasn’t poverty either. Not too much, not too little. Content. Balanced. Sufficient. You and your family had enough to live comfortably without starving for anything or indulging in too much. You were at least able to afford the necessities, and that was all that really mattered in the end. 

A few years went by in peace before this careful bubble of calm popped. 

Your father started receiving late night phone calls that lasted hours and left him kneeling at the tatami,  frantically pleading into the receiver. A vehicle would stake out your front yard, you would get loads of mail from one place, and one name specifically, and scary men in black suits would leave your house just as you got home. 

His interest skyrocketed after these visits. And he was so close to paying off the account too. Which baffled you because- 

The best interest and flexibility periods! With rates as low as 0.60% and a five year plan to ensure payoff, come join Wena Loaning now! You remember reading off their website, pages of 5 star reviews below the statement. They seemed so nice and legitimate. Honest. Your father isn’t stupid. He must have checked, double checked the details of their services before applying. There’s no way he would have given himself any chance to be taken advantage of knowing how easy it is with his socioeconomic status. 

Perhaps your family was doomed from the start. A 3 hour rabbit hole down Reddit forums and obscure website threads lead you to your current discovery, the loaning company that your father borrowed money from is supposed to be a cover for a syndicate, Bonten. And an even deeper look showed that they were criminals. 

He didn’t know any of this at all. Merely thought he was joining a normal loaning company. If only he knew. 

You tried helping him in any way you could with your job, but even your most current one, a comfy 9-5 in an office cubby printing out papers and correcting documents, wasn’t enough. So you settled with calling the loaning company to discuss another option which quickly got you transferred to an eerie phone call.

“Hello?”

“Hi! I was told to wait for someone who could help me with my question?”

There was a silence for a few seconds before a deep chuckle cut the quiet. “Oh, you’ve got a pretty voice, don't you?” Your brows cinched together as papers rustled and a chair squeaked. “But, yes, how can I help you?”

This man’s tone and manner of speaking should have warned you, should have given you an idea on what type of person you would be dealing with. You did pause slightly at his strange timing of jokes, but figured he was trying to ease your nerves. People in the loaning business can be…off-putting, you don’t pay any mind to them because you know they’re trying to get under your skin, or butter you up for an unfair deal. 

But nothing could have prepared you for what his choice of words were.

“You’d have to sell yourself.”

“S- Sell? What!”

“Yes, you. The loan we have on record exceeded our maximum principal, the amortized loan plan has ended, and the grace period for any delays in payment has long passed. So the interest and overall account has doubled. Far too much for what we think can be paid off in the present months.” The chair squeaks again. “Now the solution to this is finding any work under the moon that could pay sufficiently. Luckily for you, we have an escorting service to offer. We pay fine money, and you’ll even get tips if you’ve satisfied our clients some.”

His voice got closer. “Are you up to that?”

You took a few seconds to think it over. The bags under your father’s eyes, the spots and dark bruises on his body, the one time you came home to him with a black eye, the phone calls you overhear. You don’t want him experiencing that any longer. 

“I’ll do it.”  

There was another chuckle that almost sounded like a deep purr before he chirped, “We’ll pick you up next week to discuss in person what happens next.”

And that sealed your fate.

“I’m sorry, Baby. I’m so, so sorry. Your father’s a bad man.” He shakes in your hold, body trembling terribly. You can feel his despair slowly inch its way to your calm facade, claw through the careful composure of your artificial ease.

You shouldn’t be scared. Don’t have the right to. Because you chose this yourself. You chose-

“Relax, old man! Your debt’s finally getting paid off. Your daughter’s been so kind as to do that for you.” The man laughs. 

He looks as frivolous and mischievous as he sounded over the phone. Streaks of black highlights tousled in dyed purple hair was the first thing that caught your eye when you opened the door. Murky lavender orbs cradling equally dark pupils were the next. “She called us herself, pleading for her to take over the loan. Anything to help Daddy.” 

His lips twist. “But most children leave their parents to their demise. Those parents were never really good to them in the first place.” Amethyst eyes brighten. “It’s rare meeting a father-daughter bond so genuine.” 

His breath hitches the tiniest bit. Not enough for your father to hear, but you hear him loud and clear. “What a good girl you have.”

Your skin prickles, and a shiver recoils your spine. “She must’ve been taught well.” He whistles, smile inching higher. “Must listen well too.” His eyes dim, swirling with molten lust, and you scoot closer to your father. Something of an instinctual plea for comfort, but you know deep down that neither of you can help yourself. 

However, that doesn’t stop him from begging. A lot. 

“No, please! There must be another way. I can work for you. Sell a limb, a kidney! Anything! Just, please don’t harm my girl.” He’s not scared of groveling for your well-being. He’ll do it as many times as it takes, he’ll try his best to keep you safe and sound. But these are criminals he’s dealing with. People with no empathy left in them. To continue down this rotten road, your compassion must have shrunken to a nonexistent pin. Because how else can you be okay with murder, prostitution, contraband, and many other miserable, vile deeds, and still sleep fine at night?

“That’s too bad. There isn’t another way. Not while she’s here.” His face drops, and his lips tremble. 

You can feel your heart shatter.

The man checks his watch. “Ah. It’s time for us to leave.” He hums. “The boss is expecting you.” He pries you from the soothing hold of your father, out of the safe confines of your home, and to a car. The door opens, and you’re led inside, him climbing in right after you. 

“Head to the main building. Get there in 15 minutes. You know Mikey has little patience for things.” The car jumps to a start and takes off. 

You settle for looking out the window, but his eyes stare back at you from the reflection. You sigh. “Yes?”

“Are you a virgin?”

Your shoulders jump. “What?”

He repeats himself. “Are you a virgin?” When you shake your head no, he crosses his legs, easy smile on his face. “Are you sure you wanna go on with what you’re about to get yourself into? You’ll have handfuls of buyers vouching for you once they know that you’re a first timer.”

You take a shallow breath and swallow. “There’s no other way… Besides, I'm not a virgin,” you correct him. “I’ve done it before.” Ran eyes the way your hands shake balled into fists on your lap. 

“Oh, aren’t you precious? Sacrificing yourself for Daddy.” He coos, leaning closer. “Were all your previous fucks one pump chumps?” You pause, face heating up. “No…” Your brows furrow. “I’ve had two boyfriends before. I… did it with them, but it wasn’t anything special.” 

“Ah, they didn’t know how to make you squirt?”

You blink. “Huh?”

He chuckles a small, “Sweet thing,” before asking, “did they even know how to make you cum at least?” You flush, and Ran mumbles, “You poor thing.”

Were you? Now that you think over your high school and college years, even junior high, you were obsessed with studying and working. You never left time for yourself, for love, or for any hookups. 

“You’re a perfect little Daddy’s girl, aren’t you?” Lavender eyes shine in mirth. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you,” he finishes ominously. You shiver, voice stiff from the increasing lump in your throat. “Please refrain from using that title. It sounds inappropriate.”

He tuts, “Gotta get you used to hearing that name for when you call me it later,” curve of his lip upturned a little, voice picking up too playfully. “But for now,” he pats his lap. “Come up here.” 

You eye it carefully, hesitance caught in your muscles. 

“Aww, don’t look like that! I’m not gonna do anything.” He pouts, and his voice takes on a small pitiful lilt. “Just wanna see how you’d feel against Daddy.” 

You shiver a second time, more strongly as he gives you these sad puppy eyes that only make you more suspicious, but he doesn’t drop the demand. So you have no choice but to accept, or you won’t know how to move forward from here. 

“Good girl,” he hums. “I was right, you listen well. We’ll have a wonderful time together.” His thighs flex underneath yours, warm and lean, and with his face so close to yours, you heat up. It doesn’t help that he’s wrapped his arms around your waist, a big hand resting comfortably on your hip while his other rubs a small stroke up your spine. 

His eyes glide to your lips and dart back up, they darken before yours, black pupils shining and brewing with something sultry. Ran licks his lips, and with the hand he rubbed your back, he takes ahold of your chin to bring you closer. “Wanna know if you taste as sweet.” 

The moment you touch is soft before it grows heavier, same hand at your hip moving to hold the back of your head in place. His lips move sensually against yours. Slow and soft, just as the thumb rubbing your scalp. (And maybe this is how he plans to play with your tiny nub later until it’s all swollen and slick with cream). They meld against each other, slot into missing holes, fill up the gaps so all you taste and feel is Ran and the fresh crisp mint of his breath with a slight tinge of something sweet. 

Soon his teeth nip and bite at your bottom lip, and you gasp out of surprise which gives him ample time for his tongue to slither through the seams. His head moves back and forth, and yours follows. It’s a little messy, saliva starts to run and pool in the center of your tongue, your breathing quickens, and Ran’s hands become daring. They skirt around your waist, rubbing at the supple flesh of your hips and stomach, up and down your back on some occasions, and inch down to your ass, where handfuls of your backside get grabbed. 

You jolt out of surprise but keen at how firmly he squeezed, how hot his touch was. His hold was soft enough for your heart to beat erratically in anticipation and for your stomach to tingle. It was enough for you to melt against his body, lean in closer to him while he continued fondling your bottom. 

When you finally arrived at a high end, tall building, Ran pulled back and let go of you. 

Your mouth went with a pop, strand of spit following, and you licked at the numb and swollen feeling that befell your lips. Ran’s hand cupped your cheek, thumb swiping against the soft cusp of a lip, pushing into it hard that you could feel the heavy weight of his finger through the buzz of endorphins. 

“Was that your first kiss too?” 

When you shrink into yourself, head downturned slightly in embarrassment, he chuckles. “You’re cute. I’ll have fun with you. And Doll…you’re dripping.” 

He’s right. When you look down, there’s a faint damp patch on his pants. 

You don’t have time to stew in your mortification as the driver ushers you to the front entrance, where you’re immediately pushed into an elevator taking you way up high. To the top floor. 

The constant worries you’ve had build up to this day slowly start to trickle in. What’s gonna happen from here? What if something bad happens while you’re discussing the specifics of your exploitation, or what if you overlook something important on the contract and end up getting screwed over? 

You should expect that. This is a criminal syndicate you’re dealing with. Their crimes must be endless. 

The search results of their name were mostly word of hand, but a lot of the big crimes that had mysterious events surrounding them were rumored to be them. From burnt bodies found in buildings caught on fire suspiciously - the autopsy records stating that rigor mortis was set in a way that suggested foul play. Which had locations within Bonten’s area of influence. To docks and private property owned by big corporate names that had strict security, and obviously had something hiding in those lots. The conspiracy theories were crazy too, suggesting they were involved with the group, but you wouldn’t put it above them. There’s a lot of strange activity involving these names, and the stakeout news coverings on these locations definitely showed a lot of boxes and cartridges of things being transported or stored, in large amounts. 

Almost as if they were hiding something illegal. And you’re about to meet the people behind all this ominous secrecy. The police are hellbent on finding any traces of this syndicate, but they fall short each and every time. 

Will you be monitored and watched over? Killed if you say anything that hinted that you knew they were Bonten? 

You take a shaky breath just as the elevator dings reaching the floor, and when the doors open, there’s a man waiting. Black hair, a scar across his left eye, a milky white hue filling it. 

He’s handsome in a…roguish way, a non-formal but tailored and luxurious jacket probably made with the finest of silks that shows off his fitted form hangs from his torso. Similarly, black baggy pants adorn his waist. The only thing that is formal on his body would be the dress shoes matching his pants, the gold bracelets and watch on his wrists, and the chain around his neck. 

“The others left Ran to bring you, but just as I expected, he’s not here,” he sighs. “I’m sorry about him. He’s quick to get bored of things and abandon them. I’ll take you to the meeting room in his place.” The kindness from this man eases your nerves just the tiniest bit, reassures you that maybe someone in their group is kind. But he pauses. “Ah. If you’re okay with that. I’m sorry if I came off as pushy. I understand that I don’t exactly look trusting.” Oh, what a sweet person. 

“No, no! You’re fine!” you reassure. “Thank you, I appreciate the kindness. This place is big, and I wouldn’t know where to go anyway.” 

His lips fold over one another. “I’m sorry. That was stupid of me.” Your hands carefully move in front of you to stop him. “It wasn’t. I think that was really neat of you. You’re a kind person… Thank you. I’m happy I ran into you before the meeting.” 

Your fingers twitch and fiddle one another as he leads you down the hall. The back of his neck and tips of his ears are red. 

Does he feel hot? 

A cough leaves his mouth that he hides behind a fist. “Happy to help.” He says softly, a little quietly, deep and soothing with a voice that sounds slightly gruff, but tinged with kindness all the same. That sounds as warm as the sun on your skin on a summer day. 

You both go quietly, the thump of your shoes loud on the rugs decorating the floor. Minimal yet fancy decorations brighten up the hall, like the paintings evenly spread out on the wall, the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, small tables filled with vases and flowers, and how spotless the floors are. 

You can see your reflection when you look down. Your eyes stare right back. 

It’s quiet though, much too quiet, you think you heard more people on the main floor. Only your footsteps can be heard. Is there no one else on this floor? No workers?

He stops at a large set of oak double doors near the end of a hall he turned into from the previous one. It’s at the end, and this one didn’t have any other doors or openings, just one long path leading to a dead end, or rather this room. 

When-

You never got his name, the man who’s escorting you currently. He offered to help you, and you never asked for his name in return. How rude, you should know better. 

“Um, I’m sorry I never asked-”

He pushes open the doors before you can finish your sentence. The room is much bigger than you thought, six men are waiting on the couches and against the wall. “Kaku, about time!” The man from the car included. “And there you are.” He turns to you. “Was wondering where you went.”

Kaku steps inside first, makes his way over to him. “Ran, that’s your fault. You left her by herself in an unknown place.” Ran walks to the mini-bar and grabs a bottle of scotch, a cup grasped in the other hand. “Couldn’t help it, I had to change.” 

A man who looks similar to Ran speaks up from the wall, annoyed drawl to his deep, gravelly voice. “For what?” he scoffs.

Ran’s light blue slacks have been switched out for a dark gray, and you blush. You did that. You were the cause of his absence. You were the stain on his pants. 

“Is this her?” The deep, monotone, almost quiet, deathly quiet voice that speaks this holds authority. He sits against the headboard of the bed frame. You can tell right away. Know this from how Kaku, Ran, and the other men immediately straighten up. The little playful atmosphere to the room gone, it was squashed out - all that’s left is this ominous, dreadful trepidation that slithers up on all of you. You don’t even dare look up at him. You know people like that have death in their eyes, something like a glare brewing behind dark black pupils. 

You’d rather keep your head. 

“It is. What do you want us to do with her, Mikey?” 

He doesn’t answer, but a man with long blonde hair, tattoo of an earring on the side of his temple, lazy, red bohemian outfit, sitting on one of the couches, leans forwards to grab a stack of papers from a folder on the table and waves it around. “She needs to sign this first.” 

A contract.

“As Koko said.” He speaks, bringing a knee up to lay an arm on, mop of golden hair lowering. 

Kaku is quick to follow his order, stretching his arm out to the couch. You look at Kaku. His eyes are hard, dull - the soft shine to them gone. He’s done being kind and generous, it’s all business now. You look to Koko next, he’s smiling, but the curve of his eyes and the turn of his lips are too mischievous. 

What have you gotten yourself into? You walk over to the couch where Koko sits and plop yourself down next to him. He crosses his leg and places the papers back down. “Go ahead and read it. Your signature is needed on the last page, and a fingerprint. For security reasons.” He slides a container of red ink over. You gulp and let your eyes skim the contents quickly. 

Okay. Details on what your job will entail, safety precautions, procedures, liability notices - you’ll be given insurance and health benefits. You see the terms and conditions, and what you will be responsible for compared to your employers. You finally reach the end, but just before you sign your name, pen hovering deathly close to the line provided, Koko stops you. 

“Wait.” His hand grabs your wrist. “Before you’re put to work, we need to test your abilities - see if you have the guts to endure what comes your way.” His smile gets wider, eyes shrinking into slits, like a weasel’s. Pupils thinning into something you’ve seen in a cat’s. “You’ll be pleasuring each of us.”

“Koko! Don’t be shy to tell the whore she needs ‘ta fuck us.”

He lets go of your wrist, and the pen drops. You need to-

Koko turns to a man with diamond-shaped scars on the corners of his lips and pink hair who’s standing next to the bed. “Sanzu, don’t say that shit. You’re being rude.”

Sanzu crosses his arms and tilts his head. “Am I wrong?”

“Quiet, Haruchiyo.” A man with a scar running through his eye, one not damaged like Kaku’s, speaks from the couch diagonally from the one you and Koko sit on. 

“Takeomi,” he grits. “That’s not how you talk to your superior, Old Man.” Takeomi looks surprised for a second before he straightens his back, scowl starting to form on his face, teeth puncturing his cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

Mikey raises a hand, and all of them turn quiet. 

Sanzu uncrosses his arms and latches them behind his back, Takeomi sits humbly with his hands resting on his knees, head downturned. Koko sat up straighter, he was slouching beforehand. Kaku is at Mikey's side at once. Ran is still by the bar, he’s the only one who remotely looks at ease, then again that seems to be a personality trait of his. 

There’s one man you haven’t gotten the name of, he’s at the bar, standing beside it actually. Long strands of dyed hair fall at his shoulders, two-toned in blue and purple. He has his arms crossed, seems closed off from the group. Won’t engage or join in on the conversations.

Like he’s detached from the room. 

“Will you sign it, or will you leave?” He speaks softly. You can see his body turned to you, but still, you do not dare bring your head up. You gulp before looking at the contract again. What choice do you have? If you don’t sign it, your father can never pay off his debt, and he could get killed for that. You bite at the inside of your lip as you pick the pen back up, bringing the inked tip to the line and signing your name in little swirls and squiggles.

Koko takes the paper as soon as you scoot back, putting it away in the folder that he tucks by his side. “Perfect. Boss, you gonna take her now?” He looks over to Mikey, who’s settling against the bed frame again which puts him right against the ceiling high window, in fact most of the walls here are bare and open to the city below. You’re high enough that the people below you look like ants and the buildings like little monopoly pieces. The sun that’s painting the sky in a bright yellow is still high above the clouds. Your eyes swipe to the clock on the wall to the left - it’s 3:30, 30 minutes since you were picked up. Time has been too slow, it feels like two hours have passed instead. 

“Hm, I think we could be done before our closing meeting, then we can clock out and get dinner.” Ran muses. Sanzu giggles, chiming in, “I want sashimi.” Ran hums. “Sashimi? I was feeling that too.”

“Look at me.” Mikey talks slowly, with charisma and authority, but you still don’t listen. Even with his permission, the most you do is turn your head back to him, so he knows your attention is on him at least. Sunlight beams off of his silver hair. Is that dyed or natural? You hear a quiet snort that makes your ears perk up. 

His voice gains some emotion, you can tell with how it raises and drops. “Don’t you wanna see who’s gonna fuck you first?”

It’s a simple question, curt and blunt and unassuming, playful almost, but you get chills. His tone sounded too polite and soft, too soft for someone who’s the leader of an organized syndicate like this. Too mellow and delicate for someone who just radiates death itself. One look, and you’re a goner. You pass a boundary with him, and expect to get your heart handed to you on a silver platter. There must be something darker dwelling beneath this teasing front he put up, but you rather listen to him. 

Your head darts up quickly, fear and hesitance gone, and your breath gets stolen by how dead his eyes look. They suck you in, swallow you into their endless depths, clearly showing he’s not one to be messed with, or refused. 

A trance enters you as he raises a hand and beckons you forth. You follow, of course you do. But, you follow not completely out of dread and submission. Something hot burns in your stomach.

“Is it okay that Mochi’s not here?” Kaku asks.

“‘S fine. He doesn’t like shit like this anyway, and the traitor we caught needed to be minced, ‘or his body wouldn’t sink to the bottom of the ocean’ right?” Sanzu answers with an eerie chuckle. 

You sober up at his words. That’s right, you can’t ever forget that they’re criminals. Contraband and smuggling might be the usual for them that all those news outlets reported on, but you cannot let slip your mind that they have killed people before. Such an infamous group wouldn’t be so notorious if they hadn't. Wouldn’t be so…intimidating if they were free of bloodshed. 

Mikey’s eyes dull just a little more. As if he wasn’t scary already. “No, come here.” He deadpans, patting the empty space on the bed next to him. 

You gulp and walk over, toeing off your shoes, leaving you in your socks, and climb onto the mattress. A whistle from behind echoes in the room. “You look good like that, Doll.” You ignore Ran’s leer, but that doesn’t stop the embarrassment flushing your ears. You sit on the back of your legs when you finally reach Mikey. He breathes in deep and slow before swiping his eyes down. They stay there a few seconds, you can see his pupils expand in size. You have to do this in front of them? You have to be vulnerable in front of all of these men? 

You swipe your eyes around the room, there’s seven. Mikey, Kokonoi, Kakuchou, Ran, Takeomi, Sanzu, and the man with the two-toned mullet. Can you even-

“You sure you can handle that?” Ran asks. It almost feels like these types of questions come up when you start to doubt yourself and forget the reason why you went along with such a brash decision, which only strengthens your resolve.

“Yeah. Go ahead.” You speak clearly, looking over at Mikey when you say this, and something in those dead eyes of his shine. A small smile tugs at his lips, and he softly says with his breath hitched in something like awe, “Good. Take off your clothes.” 

Your hands come up to unbutton your shirt the same time Mikey leans forward to pull his over his head. A slender torso meets your eye, all sharp edges and lines from how skinny he is, hollow collarbones, a ribcage, and stomach. But at the same time, hard biceps and abdominal muscles ripple, his shoulders flex. Your fingers slip off the third button down, and a hand grabs on to yours. 

“You’re shaking.” Mikey murmurs, your hands trembling in his grasp. You feel bad, they’re probably sweaty. You’re heating up, your nerves are getting to you, and this situation is only making it worse. “Here, I’ll do it.” His hands carefully slide the button you missed off from its hole. He does the same with the ones lower down until your shirt is completely unbuttoned, leaving your bra and pants. 

He slides the sleeves off of you and looks down at your pants. “You don’t need me to help you with that, right?” You hastily shake your head and stand on your knees to slide your pants off, sitting back down to get it past your calves. 

Mikey still has his pants on when you look over, eyes staring down at your legs again. 

“It’s damp.”

“W- what?”

They dart back up to your face, pupils just as dark as they were in the beginning, if not more. “There’s a wet patch on your underwear.” He says slowly in a drone, with a quietness that almost makes you think he’s not affected by this, by you. Until his hands land on your thigh, gripping it, thumb rubbing a small circle. Almost like he was testing the feel of your skin. It trails further up your leg. 

Your eyes catch onto the bulge sporting his trousers, and your mouth falters. It’s big. 

“Oh, w- well, this- this is…”

“She got it from me, Boss.” Ran interjects. Mikey turns his head to him. “Gave her a little kiss in the car,” he smiles wider. “And it was her first one.” A small gasp leaves your lips, and your hands come up to hide your face. God, how humiliating. 

“Okay, that’s enough. Stop teasing her.” Mikey’s voice bellows deep and heavy in the room. He grabs for your panties and pulls them down. “Hmm, you’re wet already.” Your hole pulses as his fingers ghost along your slit. “You don’t need foreplay then. It’s enough for me to slide in.” 

How degrading. You’re about to lose your virginity to a stranger, you kissed another one earlier, and you got wet because of it. You’ve always thought you’d do something this intimate with someone you trust and love, but here you are. 

Your heart races as you hear him unbuckle his pants. They slide down along with his boxers. A thick, veiny cock springs out, and you nearly gasp. He lines it up to your entrance, head of his cock getting wet as he slides-

“Wait! Sir, wait!” You push your hands against his stomach. It ripples at the touch the same time his dick twitches after you call him the title. He likes that. Your mind blanks as his eyes reach yours, nothing in them changed, no warmth or intimacy - compassion. But he did stop his hips. 

There’s a small groan behind you that almost sounds like a wince, like a whimper in pain, like a plea for something. “You sure know what you’re doin’, Doll.” And another one. “Fuck. Need to make her call me that too.”

You finally find your voice again. “You’re- you’re…not going to wear a..condom?” Ran and Koko laugh behind you. “She’s cute, isn’t she?”

Mikey blinks twice. “How will I know how good your cunt is if I have to wrap my dick in plastic?” You gape. “Oh. We- well…that makes sense.”

He guides you to your back, spreads your legs apart. “Don’t worry, it’s your first time. I’ll make it a good one.” His hand wraps around himself, and he rubs the tip up your puffy lips, starting from your entrance again. It nudges against your clit from its rise, and you twitch, breathy, small moan leaving your lips. “See? You felt that. You’ll be fine.” He brings his cock back down to your hole and slides in. 

The stretch you feel is immediate, so you clench down force of habit. His hips stutter, and he groans, “Ah, so fuckin’ tight.” Ramming a few centimeters deeper out of greed. Pain shoots up your spine, and you bat at his back. “Wait! wait, wait, wa-it!” 

He leans back and swipes a finger across your clit. That’s enough to make your walls flutter. 

“That’s it. Loosen up for me.” His voice comes out quiet, soft encouragements laced in his tone, and heat ensnares your sex. You hiccup, body tensing, legs locking up, hips bucking, stomach tightening. Feet that were placed beside his hips wrap around his waist, and you squeeze out of instinct. Mikey gasps, falling forward, pelvis pressed close to yours, hands dropping beside your head. A shaky breath leaves him, and he rolls his hips, your clit grinding against his stomach, dick short of kissing your cervix, tip brushing against that one spot. Fire licks at your loins. Your spine tingles, and your walls flutter as white hot pleasure explodes, your eyes clamp shut, brows knitting together. 

“Oh, fuck.” Mikey pulls back and pushes back in, then does it again, and again, hips tilted up, helping you ride out your high. He stops when he feels the fluttering of your walls cease, but your pussy still pulses in the after-effects of your orgasm. His hips roll once against his better will, you squeak at the added stimulation. Still sensitive. 

Heaving as you try to recover, Mikey lifts your legs and presses them to your chest, which only dwindles your lung capacity. “What was it you called me earlier?”

You gulp, mouth opening slightly. “S- ….sir.”

There’s a few groans around you that make your cheeks flush. Mikey leans towards your ear, and you feel his breath fan your neck. “Better.”

You shiver, ears starting to heat up from the small word, and the soft, soft way he said it. So quietly, like he only wanted you to hear it. Like he wanted you to ignore the others in the room, to not mind them, and to focus on him. (Because that’s all that really mattered in this moment, right? The fact that you’re his right now).

He straightens up, knees next to your hips before bending down. Effectively smushing you beneath him. The compression makes your hole squeeze him tighter, and he grunts, hips jumping up and grinding against you, pelvis rubbing against your sensitive clit. All that does is tighten the band in your stomach. You end up squealing, “Sir!” as his hips keep rolling, and pretty soon you’re tipping over, eyes closing as they explode in white. Tummy turning taut, folds fluttering, you cum a second time, Mikey following behind you, dick twitching his release. His hips piston into you in the meanwhile, and even after he’s done cumming, they slowly rock. You can hear the filthy squelch of your juices, can feel his spent drip from you. After all, your pussy still flutters around his length, walls gummy with warm cum. 

A sultry moan falls from his lips, and he mumbles, “Fuck, haven’t cum that much in months.” His hips grind in tiny, tiny figure 8’s lazily as his breathing starts to slow down. He finally pulls out when his dick softens but not completely. His shaft is caked in a creamy sheen. 

As soon as it’s out, a small trail of cum dribbles from you. You try closing your legs out of embarrassment, but Mikey holds them open. “Keep ‘em there.” He says softly. “I wanna see this,” and he takes a hand to your clit, thumb rubbing the puffy bud. Your hole clenches, slick oozing around the nub like syrup as he rubs it, and continues doing so. “You’ve got a pretty cunt, Angel.”

“Holy shit.”

“Oh fuck.”

“Pussy’s a pretty pink too.”

All of a sudden the lot of them come around. Kokonoi and Ran stand behind Mikey, looking over his shoulder. Sanzu is at the edge of the bed, on his knees so he’s face-close to your cunt, shamelessly ogling the pool of slick coating Mikey’s shaft in a glossy sheen as it runs down your thighs and sticks to your ass in translucent strings. Rindou and Takeomi were on the couch, Takeomi still in the same position he was in before, Rindou leaning back with his legs spread and his arms crossed, sporting a bored glare. But they perk up when they hear your whines and pleads asking for Mikey to stop. (He doesn’t). 

They come over too, standing beside Koko and Ran. Kakuchou stands off to the side of a wall, hands clenched so tightly behind his back that you can see the strain of his muscles against his suit jacket. The veins in his neck bulging. 

Mikey turns his head to him. “Kaku, come here.” That makes him flinch, but he doesn’t move.

Mikey sighs, voice reaching an octave deeper, a volume softer. “Kakuchou. I wasn’t asking.” And Kakuchou resigns, dropping his hands beside him. He walks over to join the rest. 

They all swarm around you as they watch Mikey’s cum drip from your slit like molasses. You keep your legs open, refrain yourself the urge of closing them. You’re scared to defy Mikey. As if he wants to tease you further, his thumb and forefinger close over your clit, and you squeal. 

“Ah, fuck. She’s squirtin’ again.” Eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out, pussy fluttering, pulsing as a small, small stream of transparent liquid shoots from your slit. Mikey’s fingers only seem to get harsher, and desperate squeaks and pants leave you. “Mikey, Mikey! Please-” 

He clicks his tongue. “That’s not what you call me.” A sob wracks your chest. “Sir! Sir, please I’m-”

He hums. “Still wrong.” Leaning down to your face, pitch black eyes stare into you. “Whose are you?”

Your breath catches in your throat, and fear immediately grabs hold of you as you stare back at yourself in picture-clear clarity. Your mouth trembles, chin shaking as you consider your words. You signed a contract. You’re theirs now. “Yours,” you softly murmur. “I’m yours… Master.” 

Mikey’s fingers stop pinching, and something alights his eyes, edge of his lips twitching. “Good girl,” he mumbles, lips catching your forehead. “That’s the one, Angel.” But his fingers tilt your clit up and out of its hood, and you start shaking again.

A hand grabs onto his wrist. “Mikey, she’s gonna break before we get a turn with her,” Ran says. Mikey takes a moment to look down at you a bit more. Then he pulls away. “Alright. It’s Sanzu’s turn next.”

“But why him?” The man you never got the name of lazily drawls.

“Yeah. I should be the one to go next. I picked the pretty little thing up.”

“No, Sanzu gets her next as number 2. Then, Kaku.” He twists his head and looks at Ran, the man who spoke previously, Takeomi. “Takeomi, Ran, Rindou - the three of you can decide who goes first. And finally, Kokonoi will have her last.”

Ran groans, Rindou sighs, and Takeomi blows a puff of smoke. Kokonoi pulls away from the group to take a seat on the couch, spreading his legs and leaning back. “The view till my turn isn’t half bad either.” You flush harder. 

They slowly start to move away, one by one. Ran and Takeomi sit on the lounge chairs by the mini-bar, Rindou sits on the other side of the couch Kokonoi sits on, Kakuchou moves back to the wall he was at before, but Mikey stops him. “Stay here.”

“…Mikey-“

You can’t see his face, his back is turned to you, but you can see Kakuchou’s face. And he looks frightened. He turns pale within seconds, and he swallows his words, staying put at the foot of the bed. You slightly wonder what Mikey’s face must look like right now before thinking better of it - because why would you wonder about that when you know there’s underlying threats hidden behind his words? Why wonder about that when you’ve already felt it? What if it was you he was facing? 

You shiver at the thought. 

Sanzu takes Mikey’s spot. A knee digs into the bed, right beside your hip. His other knee takes the missing space next to you, and for a moment you look up at him. Back straightened and shoulders set, hovering over you. It’s scary how bright his eyes truly are. They shine as luminescently as you’ve seen water do when sunlight reflects off of it, and they’re as clear as the sea itself, but you can see something deeper brewing beneath. 

He sits back slightly, not too hard that your legs suffer his full weight. Just enough to pin you beneath him, and he spreads your legs a little wider, thumbs hooking onto your puffy lips, which he also spreads. The squelch in response is obscene. He breathes heavily in awe as more cum leaks from your slit. “What should I do about this?”

Mikey responds with a cool voice, “You can fuck her with my cum still inside.” And Sanzu shivers, even you do at his cold authority. His pants are off within seconds, and he aligns the head to your entrance, but before he slips in, he takes a look at you, trailing his eyes away from your pussy. They darken again, grow sharper. 

The slide in is another painful stretch. “Oh shit.” Sanzu’s hips stutter, dick twitching once, and you wonder if it really feels that good for him if he doesn’t like you very much. You watch him with bleary eyes as he stares entranced at your pussy, Mikey’s cum frothing around his shaft, bubbling out when he resumes his hips and bottoms out. He shivers when that makes a fat droplet of cum drip down your thighs. 

But then again, he seems to like Mikey. 

“What is it, Whore?” he spits out. You don’t realize that you’ve been staring at him until he’s staring right back. You flinch at his harsh tone and cold eyes, and look away, demurely responding with a small “nothing.”

He clicks his tongue. The disapproving sound makes your heart lurch, you don’t think you’ve ever been shown such hostility before. Especially towards you, you were perfect in school and at home. Nothing warranted feelings of displeasure from you, and you were always such a mediator and a people pleaser, which got you exactly in this position now. This man scares you. His eyes are wild and his brash demeanor makes your skin prickle. He’s someone you have never experienced before. The delinquents and loan sharks you’ve come across pale in comparison. 

Taking a big hand, he grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs, pulling his cock out before thrusting it back in. Your stomach turns, your head is reeling, and a small wince leaves your lips at the rough pull. Rapidly, you take deep breaths that you hope eases the flush on your face and the burn of your scalp, but sadly, you don’t feel a thing. Tears slowly dot your water line when you hear Sanzu laugh giddily, and he turns you around on your stomach, lifting your hips until you hold yourself up on your knees. His hand shoots for your nape before you can turn your head. 

Faced with the bedsheets, you take slow breaths to calm your erratic heart, but he pushes you down, and that goes out the window. Applying a tiny bit of pressure that’s already fogging your head and making it pound more, he mutters darkly, “Fuckin’ slut, look at you, you like this.” Only then do you realize how hot your pussy feels, how urgently you’re squeezing your thighs together and Sanzu’s cock all at once. How you’re throbbing and aching on the inside, and the dripping mess between your thighs. 

Your stomach burns, walls throbbing harder at the realization, even though you’re trying to will your arousal away, but Sanzu doesn’t give you that chance as he takes his other hand to pool your wrists together, holding them behind your back that naturally makes you arch, especially since he’s scooting closer, making your hips lift higher. This ends up causing your face to dig into the bed, using your shoulders as support is no longer an option, and even then, Sanzu’s grip on your neck is solid - he’s not letting you go. 

You can barely breathe at this angle, your face feels hot basked in the heat of your panicked exhales. Sanzu leans down, dick inching closer to your cervix, and whispers in your ear, “I hate sluts like you.” He starts. “You’re so insistent on showing how fragile and pure you are.” He leans his hips back and thrusts forwards. The bed dips strongly and your breathing falters for a second. “When really, all you want is to be fucked like an animal.” He does it again. “I hate cowards who can’t say what they want.” Then he’s back to fully standing on his knees, pelvis glued to yours. 

His dick rests heavy in your cunt, you feel him in your guts, but this all means nothing to him as he starts a steady pace roughly fucking you, making sure to angle his hips in a way that brushes against your gspot. 

It’s not hard for you to cum within a few strokes. Your stomach explodes, vision turning white, walls fluttering as your orgasm rushes through you. Sanzu pistons into you as he follows, riding out his high. In the aftershocks of your pleasure, you hear Mikey faintly hum, “No, keep going. You didn’t make her squirt.” 

Body stiffening, you turn your head once Sanzu’s grip loosened around both your neck and wrists to see Mikey on the couch closest to the bed watching you both. He’s in a suit, he wasn’t in one before, and something about the formal change of attire makes you feel ashamed. You’re completely naked among a room full of men in suits. Even Sanzu isn’t stripped, his pants fall at his knees.

“Got it,” Sanzu responds monotonously, all forms of his earlier taunting gone. He leans down until he’s flush at your back - the ease of his hands, one now on your hip while the other hovers over your sex, makes you able to support yourself on your shoulders again. But it’s during this that you realize you’re wheezing for dear life. Sanzu is perfectly fine, hasn’t broken a sweat either as he starts thrusting again.

The hand flicks up, smacking your clit as you wail, body fluttering and twitching. Oh, you couldn’t take anymore. You truly could not. Mikey has worn you out. Groggily, you try pleading that to Sanzu. “Please… I-”

A hand comes down on your cunt again, and your hips buck. Sanzu, irritated, snarls, “Shut up. I’ll do what I want.” And he moves his hands down again. You brace for it thinking it was another slap, your own grabbing for his wrist, but you’re sorely mistaken when a pair of fingers pinch you.

As if that wasn’t enough, he twirls the poor nub in his hold, the muscles in his forearm flexing and rippling, and you lose it. Your hearing goes blurry as you cum again, toes curling, body trembling as transparent liquid pours from your cunt and drenches Sanzu’s thighs. Hips stuttering, you feel his length twitch one, twice, thrice before he paints your walls white, and even after it’s all done with, he grinds into your ass, head tucked between your neck and shoulder where it fell earlier when you came. His breath fans over your neck, and his body feels hot and heavy on you. 

When you try raising your hips off of him, he grunts and wraps a forearm around your lower stomach. You can feel his glare on you, hear his teeth grind the slightest bit before you feel it taken away. 

“Hey! Ow!” 

Sluggishly turning your head, you’re met with the sight of Kakuchou grasping Sanzu’s arm and a smiling Ran tugging at his hair to get him to back up. His dick leaves your pussy with an obscene pop, and you bristle because you can feel cum dribble out of your hole. It drips onto the bed sheets below where you know that Mikey and your release still sits. 

He hisses and cusses at Ran, but you don’t pay attention to them, pushing their bickering to the back of your mind. You wrinkle your nose and close your legs, turning your head back to bury inside the pillow, reconsidering yourself. You’ve lost your virginity. Two men have already been between your legs, and you’ve cum a handful of times already… It’s a little scary of you to be enjoying this.

Your sorrow is cut short when you see Kakuchou appear in your line of vision, tiny, sympathetic smile on his face. He raises a towel grasped in his hand, and your shoulders relax. Breathing a deep sigh, you turn on your back as he sits on the bed, hands softly resting on your knees, gripping it gently. Your legs part for him, and equally as gentle, he dabs and rubs away the mess, you squirm when he gets to your inner thighs and twitch when he runs the rag over your slit a few times, but you take it. 

“…I’m sorry they were rough.” He stops dabbing, and you take a glance at the towel to see lots of cum sticking to the poor rag. The sight doesn’t settle easily on your stomach. 

You sigh, “It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” It really isn’t. He doesn’t have much power over Mikey and Sanzu, who’s cleaned himself up, walking out of a bathroom with a towel in hand - you never saw that when you walked in. He takes a seat comfortably next to Mikey crossing his arms as he joins him in watching you. 

Gulping, you redirect your eyes back to Kakuchou who’s already looking at you with hesitation clear as day on his face, a clenched jaw, and pursed lips. You can see the gears in his head turning. Briefly, as you stare at him, at how he’s so careful even in his considerations - you think you could trust him with your life. 

And that’s exactly what you do. 

Bringing a leg over his lap, you sink down, grinding yourself against his clothed crotch. His hands dart out to your hips, steadying your already woozy balance with an even steadier grip. His eyes never leave your face, neither do yours. He asks slowly, cautiously, carefully, “Are you sure?”

When you nod yes, he slowly peels down his pants, tugging his boxers along the way until you can feel the thick and very tall length of him rubbing against your backside. Beads of sweat form at the hairline on your forehead, same as the droplets of precum beading at Kaku’s tip. It breaks off, running down his shaft like a trail of water. You feel it wet the cusp of your ass, and it twitches when you push your butt out. 

Standing on your knees, you align his cock with your hole, Kakuchou’s head twitching again before you lower yourself. There’s a squelch that rings between you two, and the drag of his shaft to your walls makes you shiver because he’s bigger in every sense of the word compared to the two before him. He twitches another time when you pulse, his hips and legs doing the same, cock head more than brushing against your sweet spot when you bottom out. You couldn’t have done anything else, but slump down. 

“Ah, shit, she’s doin’ it again.”

“Isn’t that her 4th time cummin’ too?”

Kakuchou’s face scrunches, and he shivers. “Eas- ease up,” he stutters. “You’re too tight.” Your walls pulse at his words. 

Kokonoi laughs behind him. “Of course she is, she was a virgin before.”

Pausing his motions, you continue creaming on his shaft until the haze of your climax is gone, but this doesn’t mean Kakuchou came. His dick twitches more than once inside you, reminding you that he still has to cum before you can move onto the next man, and the next, and the next. You nearly sob at the realization, wondering if accepting Ran’s offer all those weeks ago during that phone call was a mistake. 

What stops you from this spiral is a gentle hand cupping the back of your head, two strong arms hugging your waist, and a soothing voice in your ear. “I’ll be gentle.” Kakuchou murmurs softly, and your arms wrap around his shoulders out of instinct for comfort. You bury your head in his neck, and he bounces his legs a few times. It doesn’t serve the purpose you think he was going for, all it does is grind you on his pelvis. You wince, and he groans, stopping immediately to say, “Sorry… I think ‘m gonna cum soon.”

“Look at them! Aren’t they cute?” Kokonoi exclaims. “Kaku, you’ve always been too soft on the girls you bought.”

He grumbles, brushing Kokonoi’s words off and starting a slow pace of lifting you off his cock before slamming down. Which eventually gets rougher and faster. “Kakuchou! Kakuchou, please,” you whine, head craning down, body twitching and on fire as he bounces you. Thick cock head repeatedly ramming against your abused gspot. Pelvis pressed so tightly to his that your engorged, oversensitive clit grinds against the planes of his stomach. 

You think you’re going to die at this rate.

He shivers, head falling back, hands gripped so tight over your hips. You wouldn’t be surprised if crescent shaped nail marks dented your skin. Panting, he says, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But you feel so good when I do it like this.” And his hips start lifting to follow after yours, not wanting to be separated from the plush squeeze of your gummy walls for a second longer. 

A few more strokes of this, and you’re both cumming. Kakuchou’s cock spurts its release, your pussy doing the same. He cradles you in his arms for a moment more before pulling out when his dick starts filling out again. 

The sun turns golden, starting to dip below the horizon when it finally gets to Rindou’s turn. By that time, you’re shaking and babbling, “wait wait wait, ‘m- I need time. Gimme some time, please. I- I need a moment.”

Rindou grins, the first time you’ve seen that mouth lift up from the straight line it was permanently in. “Poor thing,” he says slowly, in a drawl almost. He’s got a lazy way of speaking, which is surprising for a man who looks so sharp and quick-witted. “But I’ve been wondering what this sweet cunt feels like,” and he plugs 3 fingers inside, waving them around as they nudge against your walls, prodding too close to your sweet spot that only overstimulates your already frazzled nerves. 

And you cum again. Trickles of juice gush from your slit, and Rindou keeps going. Thick fingers, to the knuckle, rings on his ring and index finger stretch you out, makes the cold metal touch your overheating pussy. Slick and cum runs down your thighs messily, and squeaky gasps tumble from your mouth. 

Rindou cups his palm around your sex and sighs. “Who’s going first, Ran? Ah wait,” he turns to Takeomi, “You don’t mind if we go first, right?” The older man shakes his head and goes back to smoking. Your pussy pulses obscenely having Rindou’s hand wrapped around your heat, wrapped around where your sticky release lays. 

“What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t let my little brother have you first?” You don’t know where he is, but you hear Ran’s voice close. You guess he’s behind you, since you’re currently occupied with Rindou, who’s grinding his palm against your sex. 

You twitch, hips bucking, and wince trying to squirm away, but he pulls that hand off of you soon to pin your wrists in one fell swoop, kneeling atop you, mounting your pelvis. The wrist he grabbed with the hand that was previously in your cunt is all sticky with your release, but he transfers it so he’s holding both wrists in one hand, bringing the other one down to your heat. The same way that Sanzu-

You jolt up, only a few centimeters since he’s still mounting you, before falling back down because it’s useless, he’s raising his hand. So you brace for it, just like you did Sanzu’s. But a pinch around your clit surprises you and tips you over the edge again. 

“You’re finally crying.” Rindou drawls, watching your little cunt quiver and twitch. “All those times you were whining, not a single tear dropped from you.” Your head is pounding. Sanzu’s tug at your hair turned into a dull throb once Kakuchou’s turn hit, but Rindou’s bringing it back, and only then do you realize the tears staining your otherwise dry cheeks. He’s right. Hazily, you remember tears forming, but never breaking. He looks into your eyes, and a small, small smile slowly tugs at the corners of his lips, but his eyes are still so dull. 

Pulling his pants down, his cock springs out within the next second, a fat and hefty thing it is. It’s lacking the height, but it might be on par with Kakuchou in terms of girth. Something about that tidbit of information makes you faint of heart, makes you shy as you grip his slacks just above his knee. 

Rindou notices and looks down before looking back up, nothing has changed from his expression. He looks just as aloof as before. 

You’re right about the girth, it’s a stretch when he sinks inside. It’s almost mind numbing how his shaft stretches out your walls. Rindou murmurs a small “fuck” beneath his breath once he bottoms out, and as soon as he does, he’s quick in setting a ruthless pace that feels good for him, but for you? It feels semi-good, the sting of his width borders on pleasure as he grinds against your sweet spot nicely. 

A slender but firm body steps in behind you. 

“He’s rough, isn’t he?” Ran’s fingers smooth over the fat of your pussy lips where Kakuchou’s cum leaks incessantly, frothing around Rindou’s shaft in rings of white. He leans closer to your ear. “Want me to make it better for you?” And he kisses the tip, right where you burn from embarrassment. “A pretty girl like you should be treated nicely.” 

But you feel a tug at your hair that only makes your head pound harder and a pinch at your clit that makes you whimper. When you dart your eyes to the front, Rindou is there. Furious. “Pay attention to me. I’m the one that’s fucking you.” Ran chuckles lowly behind you. “Ah, maybe I should’ve warned you about that. My little brother doesn’t like being ignored, and he’s got a nasty temper to match.”

“Shut up.” Rindou grits, but he makes no move to stop him or push him back. He’s content with letting the older man in on his turn. (The Haitani brothers love to overstimulate, and they’re never one to keep their hands off their toy).

You flush at the realization, Ran pressing closer and Rindou thrusting back in. The former turns your head to lean in as his hands move to fondle your breasts, flicking and twirling at the hardened nubs, tongue twirling around in your mouth. The latter continues his brutal pace, fingers continuing their ministrations on your clit. 

Within a few more strokes you’re cumming - for a sixth? Was it sixth? Time. The cock nestled inside you spurts its load. 

But your agony doesn’t end there because as soon as Rindou’s done cumming, Ran pushes you down on your stomach into the empty space Rindou left, and slides inside your gummy walls, groaning and moaning about how warm and tight you are. You didn’t get to see what his…endowments consisted of, so you’re going into his turn blind, but when he bottoms out close to where Kakuchou’s reach was, you gain a clue. 

Ran is tall. He’s one of the tallest of the men, but at the same time, he’s very slim. His dick represents that perfectly. He has Kakuchou’s reach, he’s just missing his girth. However, when he lifts your hips, propping your backside right at his pelvis, and thrusts back in, his reach inches even farther than what Kakuchou achieved. To the point that you feel him in your throat. 

In the face of such madness, of course you would cum shortly after. You were never given a break after Rindou either, you couldn't have staved off your next orgasm any longer. As you come down from your high, Ran leans down to whisper, “Think you can go one more? Think you can do that for Daddy?”

Shaking your head sluggishly, you hope he understands you, but he kisses the back of your forehead, right where the dull ache is rooted, and stands back up on his knees and starts again. Trying to bear the weight of his thrusts, you wonder if your denial was mistaken, but you could have sworn you shook your head accurately in a way that could not have been misconstrued. 

“Fuck, might have to change my pants again. You’re making a mess everywhere, Princess.” Soon, Ran is pulling out. The mess of the last three turns bare on you as it all trickles out of your quivering sex. When you think about it, all of the men before you changed their clothes, after you checked once they had their turn. But you forgot to do that for Rindou and Kakuchou, so you bring your eyes to them, and sure enough, Rindou’s pants have changed. Kakuchou’s in a different set of clothes, but they’re still formal. 

Your face heats up even faster. Ran is right. 

A pat on your head that eventually turns rough towards the end, close to burying your head in the pillow - he laid his hand where Sanzu’s damage still hurts you, in the same place that he just kissed. “Don’t worry, Darling! You were good. A pretty, tight, good, very good hole,” Ran coos. He leaves you then, and the older man smoking makes his appearance. 

Takeomi’s strokes are good. He knows how to angle his hips in a way that hits directly at your gspot. Doesn’t focus on your puffy clit like the others did. You wouldn’t be surprised if it already chafed, rubbed raw and sensitive. No. He focuses on that pleasure that comes deep within, the kind that makes white spot at your vision, and your toes curl. That has your hips jerking forward agonizingly in a sweet balance of pain and pleasure, tiny squeaking gasps leaving your mouth from the sheer pressure that’s building in your stomach. The same kind you feel when you’re about to pee.

It makes you shiver before you explode, body convulsing while your hole twitches repeatedly, rivulets of clear liquid squirting from you. Eyes rolled back until only a sliver of your irises are left, you can’t even hold yourself upright anymore, head falling onto his shoulder. 

Takeomi is cruel, his large hands squeeze your trembling thighs and keep them spread open for the others to see, slender hips that won’t stop the onslaught of sharp, ruthless thrusts up into your cervix. Your ears ring, and you can’t count the amount of times you’ve shook or shivered, how many times your hole twitched, squeezing onto Takeomi’s cock, or what the others are saying as they all exclaim, “Fuuuuuck.” You can’t even count past one orgasm since his turn.

You’re sobbing when your pussy stops its vice grip on his shaft, fluttering softly from post-orgasm tickles. Drool and saliva wets your face, runs down your chin, and splatters all over his shoulder and arm when you sob, “S- stop. Please, I… i can’t.”

It’s on a particular thrust that your spongy walls get brushed, and you hiccup, body jumping and freezing up as you clamp on him that only makes him groan and stutter his hips, cock throbbing as he fills you with his seed. You keen, your own hips jerking forwards to follow him, stomach tightening as you explode, but nothing comes out.

By the time he’s done cumming and your dry orgasm rushes past you, your head is laying on his shoulder, body shaking the tiniest bit as you heave open-mouthed, catching your breath. The ceiling looks white. You don’t remember it being that white, and the others sound like they’re talking in gibberish. Your body feels light, like you’re not even there, like your own consciousness isn’t weighing you down. You feel a tug and a pull, and all of a sudden, you’re being lifted from his arms and into another. 

There’s black eyes on you, pupils so small and slit-eyed, you think you’re looking into a cat’s. Long blonde hair casts a curtain over you and this face, it shields you from the light. You think you’re slowly starting to come to. 

“You okay?” That sentence you heard perfectly clear and with clarity.

“Y- …yeah.”

Kokonoi lays your body back on the bed, gently. When you try to shoot up, he stops you, pushing you back down. “Lay back, Darling. You’ve done enough.” He aligns his cock head and slips in. You think he’s about average length. He doesn’t feel too fat or tall. Nothing too extreme of what you’ve already experienced, and as he’s moving farther inside, you think proudly - last one.

“Ah shit.” Kokonoi curses when he bottoms out, head lolling to the side as his hips stutter and his hands take the brunt of his weight beside your head. “Shit, she-” he swallows. “‘S all warm ‘n mushy.” He grinds his hips, tilting up, and his cock brushes against your poor, sensitive gspot. You couldn’t possibly handle any more stimulation to it, so you almost lose it when your stomach turns taut - the fire licking at your loins explodes. 

Your vision turns white for a second as your body locks up before blacking out. 

—

“Oh fuck.” Kokonoi’s hips piston into yours when he feels you pulse sporadically on him.

“Fuck, she doin’ that? Squirtin’ just by you bottomin’ out, Koko?” Ran says with a hitched voice along the couch. “Shit, think she actually passed out.”

“Not surprised. We all fucked her.” Takeomi says with a puff of smoke leaving his lips.

“Koko, do that again.” Ran walks up to you. “Pull your dick out and shove it back inside her again.” Kokonoi does as he’s told, and when he’s inside again, tip brushing your sweet spot, a squelch resounds and a squish of cum leaves you.

Ran’s jaw drops, and his fingers twitch beside him. “Holy fucking shit, it’s true.” His eyes roam all over your messy pussy. “And look at this pretty girl.” He taps your engorged clit, which makes you cum again, unconscious. “All swollen. Can’t hide from us anymore.” He chuckles darkly. 

Kokonoi strokes a few more times before he cums, painting your walls white and then some. Hips grinding and swiveling into yours to milk each drop. “Fuck. Why don’t we do that more often?” Kokonoi breathes as he pulls out. Your cunt clenches and squishes more cum out with the drag of his cock over your walls. 

“Cuz a girl hasn’t gotten us all excited to fuck her like this before.” Takeomi responds.

“You’re right. A girl hasn’t done this to us before.” Mikey walks up to you, stares right into your face, all stretched from your shock, lids leaving a small sliver of white at the bottom. “Let’s make her our personal call girl.” 

A beat of silence passes.

 “…Mikey, are you sure? She’s out of it right now.” Mikey runs a hand down your thigh and rubs a circle at your knee. The sensual touch shoots straight to your cunt as you shiver, more cum oozing from your slit even in your unconscious. “We can wait till she comes back then.” He grips your knee. “Don’t want anyone else having her. Didn’t you enjoy your time today?” 

The room turns silent again, no one says anything in denial. 

The next few hours pass in relative ease as Sanzu, Ran, Kokonoi, Rindou, and Takeomi leave the room, the latter going off to who knows where, and the other four to meet the missing man at a club. When you wake up, Kakuchou and Mikey wait on you. You’re met with a new contract with even more rules, no option of escape or refusal in sight.

And you ask yourself one final time: was it really a good thing you called Ran for another option back then? Because you cannot find it in yourself to feel happy about where this is heading. 

But you don’t stop yourself when you sign the papers.

[akiyamanemu]

🚬.Samuel Seo x Submissive Reader

W:Degrader, deep throat, submission, dirty sex,dacriphilia, dirty talk, alcohol, begging, spanking, hypoxyphilia, breeding.

He was sitting in an armchair in the corner of the room, a white bathrobe partially covered him, he was waiting for you. He grinned expelled the smoke between his full lips, the whiskey glass was propped on the next table as he beckoned to you. Seo shifted in the armchair, bringing his hips forward as he opened the terrycloth robe, his body warm from the shower smelling of soap and cigarettes.

-You know what to do... His free hand caressed your face, while yours slid down the boy's thick thighs to his cock.

Samuel was semi erect, precum was dripping from his cock, you wrapped the member with your fingers leaning forward, your tongue touched Seo's glans, contouring it in circular movements while your hands went up and down the boy's thick phallus, he looked at you attentive, keeping his eyes on you while his hands stroked your hair giving light tugs. Resting your hands on his thighs you started to suck his dick halfway listening to Samuel cursing dragged with the cigarette between his lips, it didn't take long until the boy's rough hands held your hair forcing your face against his groin, you dug your nails on the boy's thighs, the dick must touch the back of his throat, Seo made you swallow inch by inch, he smiled slightly insane, one of his biggest fetishes was to degrade, all that made him feel more and more excited.

-Good girl... He said pulling you away from his cock.-You know how I like it... He passed his glans through your lips.

Seo stood up letting the robe fall halfway down his arms, the space between you was almost non-existent, you knew what he was going to do, and it made you more and more excited, you could feel your insides getting more and more wet as the boy smoothed your hair in his hands to keep you steady, he took his cock back to the back of your throat, he looked at you intently as he moved his hips towards your face.

-It will be a delight to fuck that angel face of yours... He said pulling his hip away.

Your fingernails scratched Seong's abdomen and tattooed thighs as he held you tight, you could feel every inch invade your throat taking the breath away, your body trembled in excitement, why you liked it so much was still a mystery to you, But maybe it was the way Seo held you, wanting you in every way possible, the expressions of pleasure he wore when he saw you from that outside.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, taking the mascara with them, as Samuel demanded you not wear anything waterproof. Saliva ran down your chin forming lines between them and the guy's balls that hit your chin every time he lunged against your lips. The vision Seo had was like heaven for him, you makeup smudged, your lips red, your face smeared with saliva, the choking sounds made him have pangs in his belly, he loved to see you swallowing everything, scratching his thighs, and most importantly, he loved to see when tears started to run down your face, the dirtier it looked, the better for both of you.

Seo took the dick out of your mouth again, holding it, you knew what to do, you just grabbed one of the guy's balls sucking it while massaging the other with one hand, you could hear him whisper things like "Yeah, keep it like this... ", all the while, the boy's husky voice seemed to reach inside you, every moan, every whisper, every word of approval made you more desperate for him, your insides throbbed aching. The boy lifted you in his arms, his face sank into your breasts while his hands squeezed you thighs, Seo took you to the bedroom throwing you on the bed with everything, again he kept the room in half light. The boy's strong body stood out and the tattoos that covered him made him even more attention, the way he moved or how his eyes were fixed on you showing how he dominated you was very clear. Samuel took off his glasses and placed them on a shelf in the corner of the room, the smile on his lips was full of malice.

-What should I use first?? He asked kneeling between you legs. -My fingers ?

Seo ran his index finger over your pussy collecting some pre cum of your pussy, he licked his fingertip as if tasting icing on a cake, but then his eyes returned to yours and he smiled bringing his face closer to your pussy.

-Maybe I should use my tongue first. He chuckled against you intimacy making you shiver.

Samuel wanted to see you pleading, he wanted to hear your pleas as God hears his faithful, and he knew how to do it the best way, with his fingers and tongue.

Samuel's hot, wet tongue licked you up and down, as he pulled back a trickle of saliva and pre-cum formed from his tongue to your vagina, he held your thighs keeping them apart and as he sucked you intensely, his tongue rubbed on your clit making you tremble, his hands slid down your thighs squeezing them and leaving heavy slaps there.

-Look how sensitive you are. He said penetrating you with his middle finger.-You really like being treated like a bitch...

Seo used a digit to fuck you while keeping his mouth on your clit sucking, licking and even kissing, your insides were making wet things and your hips straining against the mattress, the moans you let out filled the room becoming louder as Seo penetrated you with a second digit increasing the strength and speed of the thrusts, your body arched on the bed, your legs closed around the head of the boy who reprimanded you leaving painful slaps on your thighs.

Seo did everything in a dirty and erotic way, he kept his eyes on yours while he seemed to taste you, his fingers touched your most sensitive point, you couldn't hold it anymore, your body was sensitive, your hips swaying in the boy's thick fingers, his tongue playing with your clit was driving you crazy. But the best of all came later, when your body trembled on the bed, your legs closed again and you could feel all your pleasure spilling over to Seong's lips, he took every drop he could, licked his lips with a smirk and stood up.

-Did you just come with that?? He said licking his fingers that inwardly penetrated you. -So sensitive... He took his fingers to your clit that was sensitive after the intense orgasm, Seo's fingers worked quickly making you close your legs with a few squeaks, with the other hand he opened your legs again, reprimanding you with a hard slap on one of the cheeks of your ass. Samuel's face was now close to you, he bit his lower lip smiling slightly insane.

-What you want? With his free hand he pressed his cock at the entrance to your pussy rubbing it there.-Do you want this??

Seo's lips touched your ear lightly, the heat of his breath and the way his voice sounded caused tremors through your body, he kept his thick cock in contact with your pussy using the glans to masturbate you.

-Samuel, I want you... You whispered, putting your arms around the boy's neck, bringing their bodies even closer. -I want your dick as deep as possible in me...

Seo lunged at you, just as you felt his thick cock enter you so roughly and needy a cry of pleasure escaped your lips filling the dark room. He moved his hips roughly, removing the whole dick to put it back in with everything to the bottom, his face was on your neck, he marked your skin with hickeys and bites, his hoarse voice made you tremble all over, still more with his dick invading you like that.

-That's my bitch. He whispered lowering his lips to your breasts, he brought the two together with his hands sucking the nipples slowly while playing with his tongue over them.

-Samuel... I need more. You whispered through moans and curses, your body seemed totally immersed in pleasure, but you knew Seo hadn't even shown half of what he could do.

-You want more?? He asked raising his body slowly, the boy's strong hands held your waist, he lifted your hips looking you straight in the eyes. -Always a slut...

In that position he was thrusting even deeper, you could feel a kind of electricity going up your spine as your hands gripped your own tits and the mattress. Seo kept his eyes on you, he stared at you like a predator, his gaze filled with lust and arousal, he could do this forever just to see you squirming as you call his name like that, tears of pleasure streaming down your face , the involuntary movements and muscle spasms that surprised him every second, it was heaven for him to be able to dominate you like that.

-I want you on top. He laughed slowly pulling away from you, your body trembling and your insides twitching involuntarily. -Be a good slut and ride my dick until you can't take it anymore...

Seo was relaxed on the bed, his tongue roamed his lips while his eyes roamed your body, he turned you on your back helping you to sit on his thick cock, in that way it was much more vulgar and exciting for him who kept his eyes on your ass while watching your pussy lips fit into his cock. Without warning, he didn't even hold your legs holding you against him while moving his hips up and down hitting deep inside you, he fucked you with all his strength making your eyes roll, your hands scratched Samuel's arms, your walls twitched around his dick. You hadn't noticed the mirror in front of you until you heard Seo order you to look ahead, your reflections stamped the mirror, the boy's tattooed thighs, the heavy and thick cock that invaded you incessantly, along with your body trapped by Samuel's arms , your open pussy, your face that writhed in pleasure calling the boy's name in the most needy way possible.

-Samuel, please... I can't take it anymore... Your voice comes out full of groans greedy for pleasure.

Seo just tossed you forward onto all fours, you lifted your ass as high as possible pressing your face to the mattress, your hips snapped back into place, his cock slid smoothly along your wet walls as they contracted around him. He looked fiercer now, one hand firmly on your waist while the other gripped your hair forcing you to look straight ahead.

- I want you to watch while I fuck you, my whore. Seo smiled as he plunged deep into your pussy. His eyes were fixed on yours, Seo fucked you as hard and intensely as possible, you could feel your insides quivering, his big body looked perfect for you from that angle, his dark hair almost covered the boy's black eyes that glowed brightly in lust , the firm hand remained on your waist squeezing it so hard it hurt.

-Fuck, you're so nasty... He slapped your ass cheek keeping your hips glued.

You couldn't take much longer, especially with Samuel teasing you in all those ways, he knew you liked it when he was dirty, hitting, squeezing, making you quiver around his thick cock. You moaned against the sheets, calling Seo's name, begging him to get all he could for you. Seo's big body bent over yours, he used one hand to lean on the bed while the other held your throat and pressed it with his fingertips, Samuel's hip movements drove you crazy, your eyes became completely full of tears, your body lost strength all at once in an erotic and failed moan, the tallest man's breath weighed in your ear, he lifted his body again, increasing the speed of his movements while your walls contracted around his cock.

-So tight... He forced his cock inside you, making you scream, he kept the rough and fast movements while you begged for a break. You took the opportunity to move your hips in a back and forth as he filled your insides with cum, Seo's cock pumped all his pleasure into you, he bit his lips looking intently down as he withdrew his cock from inside you seeing the cum dripping onto the white sheets.

-Dirty whore, do you like being full of cum? He asked whispering in your ear, your body still shaking extremely exhausted.

-Yes... You replied while being lifted by Seo, he turned you towards him biting and sucking your lips before kissing you intensely as if he wanted to steal the air from your lungs, his firm fingers were in the middle of your hair, your hands resting on his chest could feel the boy's heart beating in his chest so fast that it seemed ready to explode. Amidst the pecks you can hear him whisper something like "Damn... I think I love you", making your heart jump even more in your chest as their bodies rested on the dirty and wet bed.

[littleoanh]

A/N: Hello, my darling @missanonymous1999. Thank you for being so kind and understanding about the first request and redoing your request. Also thank you for being so patient with me! I really appreciate that and it means a lot when you are so supportive. I changed a few parts of your request to make the story flow better. I still hope it is what you wanted and that you enjoy this piece. 

Daddy’s Lessons

Characters: Bonten Trio + Mikey x fem!Reader

Summary: fem!Reader who is being hard headed and refused to listen to her yandere s/o and how would they punish them.

Warnings: DARK CONTENT 18+ ONLY - MINORS STAY THE F*CK AWAY FROM THIS (Yandere, stalking, briefly mentioned mind break, and kidnapping), cursing, mention alcohol consumption and illicit drugs, smut (daddy kink, blindfold, handcuffs, spankings [baton and paddle], baton fucking, degradation, orgasm denial, face fucking, a little cum eating, face slapping, body slapping, kinbaku, vaginal fucking, creampie, pussy spanking, non-con anal, vibrating wand, nipple clamps, dumbification, overstimulated, and bullet vibrator).

Special Thanks: EB for helping me brainstorm, proofreading, and beta reading! @angels-aesthetic for the flower divider!

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Sanzu is staking out in the club you are currently partying at, the one your daddies told you to not go to but you didn’t listen to them. You are busy drinking and dancing with your so-called friends. The same friends who use you to gain access to the top clubs in Japan, hard to reserve restaurants, and illicit drugs. “Got my eyes on her, Boss.” He talks almost stoically on his cell phone. His droopy eyes follow your movements, you appear to be leaving the area. “She’s going outside.” 

“You know what to do.” Mikey’s monotone voice is quiet but enough for Sanzu to hear through the loud beats.

You are feeling pretty hot even though you are wearing the shortest and skimpiest dress. The club is awfully hot, too much body heat and not enough air ventilation. Stepping outside to get some fresh cool air. You can feel the pounding of loud music through the wall, making the club vibrate. Taking a quick stroll out in the alleyway, not paying attention to your surroundings. In one fluid motion, you are pushed against the wall. You yelp in pain.  

“Shut. Up.” Sanzu’s voice is terrifying but your body tingles lustfully. He handcuffs you from behind, wraps something satin-like over your eyes, and strips your panties to stuff them in your mouth. “You want to be an ungrateful bitch? Then you will be treated like one.” He throws you over his shoulder with your bare ass in the air and tosses you in the trunk of a vehicle. Oh, this is probably not good. But wetness drips from between your legs.

You lost track of time but it feels like forever.

Next thing you know, you are on the cold hard ground. It’s cold. Too cold for your liking. You hear the clanking of shoes echoing in the room. You can’t tell where the footsteps are coming from because of the echo. 

“Well, well… look who we have here.” You recognize Ran’s playful voice, you feel his big hand grab your cheeks.“Did you have fun betraying your daddies like that?” You try to answer his question but still gagged, only muffle noises come out. He chuckles darkly into your ear. “Trying to talk back? What a bad little girl. You need to be appropriately punished.” 

Ran pulls you from the cold hard ground and drags you to a chair. It squeaks under the cement floor as Ran pulls you over his lap. Your dress is scrunched up at your hips, bare ass up, covered in goosebumps from the frigid air and cold floor. You hear him pull something from his pocket, running the cool object down your body. It feels like his baton. He lightly grazes it along your legs and spanks your ass with a light groan. You can imagine his stoic expression on his face. You cry in pain, he’s never spanked you this harsh before. 

“Did that hurt, darling?” He mockingly questions you, “What you did hurts more than this.” He continuously beats your ass with his baton. You cry out even more, your ass burns in pain, tears streaming down your face, soaking the blindfold. After what feels like 20 or more spanks, he stops and uses the tip of his baton to caress your ass cheeks as though to soothe you. He dips it down to your slit and slides it up and down. You moan, spreading your legs, trying to lift your ass up in hopes to gain some pleasure. “Oh, you like that dirty little slut? Want to fuck yourself with my precious baton?” 

Still muffled from your panties, you nodded your head, greedily. Ran sticks in just the tip and fucks you with it, twirling little circles, opening up your entrance. Your juices run down your leg, sticking your thighs together when you try to grind down the baton. The squelching noises from the baton and your slit turns you on more. You are whining, wanting him to push it in more but he doesn’t care. This is what you deserve. By the sounds of your moans, he sensed you are about to cum soon. Ran takes out his baton out of your pussy and you whimper from the emptiness of your clenching hole. 

Ran slaps your cheek, it rings across the empty room. “Do you really think you deserve that?” He leans down and whispers into your ear, “Only good girls get to cum.” He tosses you off of him, you fall onto the cold hard ground and whimper from the impact. The sound of his zipper unzipping, you know what is going to happen next. “Get up.” His cold distinct tone instructs you and you position yourself on your knee in front of him. He takes your panties out of your mouth and you start coughing. “Open up.” Mid-cough, Ran pulls your hair back, forcing you to open your mouth before shoving his big cock in. He brutally fucks your throat, making you gag. 

Your gag reflex is strong but Ran doesn’t give a shit. This is your punishment after all. Even though you couldn’t see, stars appear in your eyes from lack of oxygen. You don’t think you can take it anymore, your throat is squeezing his cock so tightly but he pulls out last minute to ejaculate over your tits. Some land on your chin and you try lick it. His rough finger swipes it from you and you can hear him lick it off his finger. “You don’t get to taste daddy’s cum.” He slaps you one last time before leaving you on your knees. 

Your throat feels bruised and you try to catch your breath. Drool and tears rolling down your face. You probably look like a mess. You hear another sound of shoes clanking on the ground. “What a pathetic little girl.” Rin’s sadistic voice resonates the room, he inspects your body and finds your ass is the only place that is red, your cheek is slightly pink and your mouth is swollen. “Tch.” He annoyingly clicks his tongue, “He didn’t punish you enough,” Rin roughly grabs your arm to unhandcuff you, you feel his breath on your ear, “I won’t be so easy with you.”

He grabs some rope to tie you up. From the feeling of it wrapping around your body, you can tell it is done aesthetically, every other inch of you is covered in rope. He suspends you in the air with your legs apart in a butterfly pose. Your hands are tied behind your back, your back is arch with your tits towards the floor. Rin inspects your cunt then unzips his pants, “You look wet enough, you horny bitch.” He savagely rams his thick cock into your tiny hole and you cry out. The sound of skin slapping and your wet lewd juices echoes the room. With your eyes being covered, all you can focus on is him hitting your g-spot. 

Rin feels your gummy walls clenching on his cock, “Don’t you dare cum without permission.” He growls and smacks your already sore ass. His strong hands slap your thighs, your face and your tits. He is going to make sure you will be bruised, leaving you a reminder of your punishment.

“Please!” You pleaded with him, the pleasure feels too good. “I promise I will be good! Please, please, please.” Your blabbering begs don't reach Rin’s ears. He is focusing for his pleasure only. “Please, daddy!”

He continuously fucks your hole ignoring your pathetic cries, your juices dripping out of your soaking wet pussy and there is a creamy ring around the base of his cock. The way you are whimpering, your helplessness makes his lilac eyes roll back and groan. Rin increase his pace, fucks you even harder. Making it more difficult for you to hold on.

“Daddy, please! I-I can’t hold on much longer!”

“No.” He denies your orgasm.

Pulling his cock in and out and trying to last as long as he can to torture you. More tears are dripping down your face, you are feeling too stimulated. It almost hurts. Every touch pulls you closer to the edge. You are beginning to regret not listening to them about not going out with your friends. You can’t handle it much longer, your legs shake uncontrollably. Finally, Rin is almost close. He thrusts so hard, his tip hits your cervix causing a bit of pain.

He lets out a guttural moan while spilling all of his seeds into your womb. It nearly makes you orgasm but Rin pulls out too quickly, letting his cum leak from your abuse hole. He zips back up, hearing your silent sobs. “Maybe the next person will listen to your worthless begs.” Rin’s shoes clinks away from you, leaving you suspended. Your clit is aching. You can’t close your legs in hopes to rub your thighs together to relieve your needy clit.

Another pair of shoes comes into the room. “Awwww,” You immediately knew that was Sanzu's mocking tone, “did no one let you cum?” He comes closer to find the bruises Rin has left behind and he hums in approval. “If you are a good girl,” Sanzu runs a thin, smooth object around your ass. He circles it around the pink areas, cooling down your burning ass. It’s a leather paddle. He grabs your very sore ass cheeks and makes you whine in pain. “Maybe daddy will let you.”  He spanks your ass cheek and you yelp. “Don’t cum without permission.” He warns you, trailing the paddle near your clit. You whine as he puts pressure on your clit, knowing how stimulated you are.

Sanzu slaps the paddle on your pussy and you yelp in surprise. There is an electrifying feeling that makes you want more. He slaps the paddle on your pussy at different pressure and speed. You pant, dry humping the air for more. It gets harder and harder for you not to cum until the last spank, Sanzu hits your clit at the right pressure and you cum on the spot. Your legs are twitching, you moan is pornographic. Sanzu pauses for a moment.

“Did you cum without daddy’s permission?” He asks in a low dangerous tone, you are terrified to answer him. “Answer me.” 

“I-I didn’t mean to. I’m-I’m sorry-” Sanzu used full power to slap your abused ass with the paddle and you scream.

“You ungrateful bitch!” Slap. Slap. Slap. “Now you’re going to get it.” He unzips his pants, pulling your ass closer and spreading your ass cheek. You feel his cock prodding your unprepped puckered hole. 

“Wait-please no!” Sanzu pushes his cock in, a painful sting shakes your body. “No, daddy! It hurts!” 

“Too fuckin bad. Daddy doesn’t give a shit if it does.” He tries to push his length but you are too stiff, not relaxing your hole. Sanzu slaps your ass, “Fuck, relax!” He demands you, but it was too difficult for you without prepping you. “Tch.” Sanzu gathers a glob of saliva and spit on the tip of his cock. He successfully moves a few inches more, the pain is slowly changing to pleasure. “That’s it. Relax your pathetic hole.” Finally he is able to bottom out, without giving you a moment to rest.

“Ah!” You squeal, Sanzu mercilessly fucks your ass without a care of your well being. He spread your ass cheeks, watching his dick fucking in and out of your ass. It makes him feral seeing this. Your tits are bouncing from the constant movement. Sanzu is about to burst, your ass feels too good and it’s deliciously hugging his dick. He chases after his climax, heedless of your own pleasure. 

“Ugh, fuckkkkk.” Sanzu’s dick pours lots of thick warm cum up in your ass. Finally slowing down his pace, making sure all of his cum is in your asshole. Pull out, watching your swollen pussy and leaking cum out of your ass. He takes out his camera to take a picture of it, wanting to commemorate. Sanzu walks towards your face and grab your cheeks with one hand, “Now you be fuckin’ good to your last daddy.” He releases you, then the sound of his shoes fade away.

You barely hear the last footsteps in the room, giving you an eerie feeling up your spine. You know who the last person is going to be. He quietly comes close to your face, observing your fucked out body. You smell the sweet aroma of taiyaki radiating off of him, then he yanks your hair back hard.

“Ah!” Mikey slaps your tits, there’s not enough markings there. You whimper with every slap he gives you, then suddenly you feel a pinch on both your nipples. This is certainly new to you. There appears to be a chain connecting the clamps for him to pull. He tugs it, making you mewl. A vibrating noise cuts through the air. It’s hum, slow and deep. Your body reacts on its own, knowing the sound well. You try to spread your legs wider than it already is waiting for pleasure to arrive. The vibrating wand touches your engorged clit and you become a moaning mess.It feels so, so good. “Daddy …” You call out to him, hoping Mikey will let you cum properly. “Please, may I cum?” 

Without answering you, he set the vibrating speed higher and tugged on the nipple clamp.

“Daddy, please! Please let me cum.” You plead him once again, he changes the speed once more and it’s driving you insane. “Please please please. I promise to be good. Please daddy, may I please cum!” Your body is shaking, needing your orgasm and he adjusts the speed.

“Cum.” His voice is so soft while pulling your nipple clamps, you almost couldn’t hear him from how loud the vibrator is and you are finally releasing your sweet bliss orgasm. Mikey is still leaving the wand on your clit, allowing you to cum over and over again. Your clit is feeling too sensitive, you couldn’t move away.

“Sen-sensitive!”

“Take it.” He continues this rhythm for god knows how long, you have too many orgasms and your tongue is lolling out. Your clit goes numb, your mind blanks and your eyes cross. That’s exactly how Mikey wants you. He removes the vibrating wand from your clit and moves it towards your face. “Lick.” Your tongue is already out and you lick your tangy taste from the vibrator like candy. He removes the nipple clamps, leaving them achy and sore. “Are you going to listen to your daddies now?” 

“Ye-yes, daddy.” Mikey quietly walks away quietly and you relax now that it’s over. The room goes quiet minus your haggard breathing. You shift your suspended body, trying to get more comfortable when you hear a small sound of vibrating. A bullet vibrator. Mikey must have gone to grab one and you wonder what he is going to do with it.

“I don’t believe you, you know.” He pretends to sound sympathetic but he shoves the bullet vibrator deep into your pussy, making you twitch from sensitivity. Mikey pulls your hair back, forcing his mouth closer to your ear, “Should’ve listened to daddy when he gave you the chance. Do you see what happens now when you don’t listen?” You whimper. “I’ll come check up on you in a few hours and see if you learn daddy’s lessons.” He silently saunters out of the warehouse, leaving you shaking, and thinking about what you had done wrong.

[End]

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