his home now ⌞taki x reader⌝
switch!taki p in v unprotected sex(no!) cumming inside(HUGE no!) slight hairpulling pet names begging needy!taki kissing brief biting degrading dacryphilia mutual masturbation lowercase intentional (lmk if i missed any)
after months of dating, you make the deliberate mistake of giving taki a spare key to your apartment.
at first its sweet–he'd text first, ask if it was okay, leave little notes on your pillow.
but then the texts stopped, the notes disappear, and you start coming home to find him already there, curled up on your bed like he owns it, his big puppy dog eyes locked onto you the second you walk in.
one evening you drag yourself through the door, exhausted, only to find him sprawled across the couch, your snacks scattered around him like an offering. he's wearing your hoodie, though it's basically swallowed by his frame. and the second he sees you, he sat up like a scolded kid, bottom lip jutting out.
"you're late," he whines, voice nasally like he'd been waiting for hours. you drop your bag, raising an eyebrow. "i had work."
he pouts, crawling to the edge of the couch, hands clutching at the fabric of your hoodie. "but i missed you," he says, voice cracking just a little, like it's the most tragic thing in the world. "i was lonely."
you should scold him. you should. but the way he's looking at you—all big eyes and trembling lips, like he's two seconds from bursting into tears if you don’t touch him, it makes your chest tighten. "you could've texted," you mumble, but your voice is already softening.
he shakes his head, crawling closer until he's basically kneeling at your feet, pressing his face into your stomach. "no," he mumbles against your shirt. "i needed you. not a text. you."
his hands grip your thighs, fingers digging in, and you can feel the heat of him through the fabric, the way his breath hitches when you finally, finally thread your fingers through his hair. "you're such a brat," you murmur, but there’s no real anger in it, not when he's looking up at you with those big, hopeful eyes.
"please," he whimpers, pressing a kiss to your palm. "please, just–" his voice breaks, and he nuzzles against you, like he's trying to burrow under your skin. "i need you. i need you so bad."
and just like that, the battle isn't about boundaries anymore. it's about who can stand the others touch the longest.
you sigh, but your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling just enough to make him gasp. his eyes flutter, lips parting, and for a second, he's still.. waiting. always waiting for you, even when he's pushing.
"you’re lucky you’re cute,” you mutter, but the way your voice wavers gives you away.
taki whined, high and needy, but there's a flicker of something darker in his gaze as he presses closer, his hands sliding up your thighs. "cute doesn't help," he complains, voice thick. "i ache, baby. all day, just—" he cuts himself off with a shuddering breath, his forehead pressing against your stomach. "thinking about you. about this."
you should push him back. should remind him he's being ridiculous. but the way he's looking at you—like you’re the only thing keeping him from falling apart, makes your stomach twist. "then what do you want?" you ask, even though you already know.
he whimpers, but his hands are firm as they grip your hips, pulling you closer. "you know what i want," he mutters, voice breaking, but theres a thread of command beneath the pleading. "i want you. on me. around me. now."
you roll your eyes, but your body betrays you, leaning into his touch. "you’re such a baby."
"your baby," he corrects, voice small but insistent, and then his mouth is on your stomach, hot and open, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you gasp. his hands slide higher, fingers digging into your waist, and suddenly he's not just asking anymore. he's taking.
pulling you down onto the couch, his body pressing against yours, his needy whines turning into growls as he finally gets what he wants.
but even as he pins you down, his lips trailing up your neck, his voice is still soft, still pleading. "please baby," he murmurs against your skin. "please, please—" and you realize, that this is his way of dominating you. not with force, but with the sheer, overwhelming weight of his need. he'll beg, he'll whine, he'll break for you—but he'll never, ever let you go.
you let out a breathless laugh as he nuzzles against your throat, his hot, open mouthed kisses making your skin prickle. "you're impossible, you know that?" you gasp, but your hands are already tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
he whines, the sound muffled against your collarbone, but his body is anything but submissive. his hips roll against yours, the hard press of him impossible to ignore, and his fingers dig into your sides like he's afraid you'll disappear.
"i told you," he whimpers, voice breaking. "i told you i needed you. and you left me here all day. all day baby, just—" his breath hitches as he grinds down again, his cock straining against his jeans. "just thinking about you. about how good you feel. how tight—"
you groan, your head falling back as his teeth graze your pulse point. "fuck, you're filthy," you breathe, but your hands are already sliding under the hoodie, pushing it off his shoulders. he whines as the cool air hits his bare skin, but the sound turns into a needy moan as soon as your nails scrape down his back.
"please," he begs, his voice raw, his hips stuttering. "please, touch me. i've been hard all day." his fingers fumble with your belt, movements clumsy with desperation. "just let me—"
you bat his hands away, but only to replace them with your own, popping the button of his jeans with a sharp snap. his breath stutters, his body jerking as you palm him through his underwear, the heat of him searing your skin. "fuck," he whimpers, his forehead pressing against yours. "fuck baby—"
"you want me to take care of you?" you murmur, your thumb tracing the damp spot on his boxers, and he shudders, his whole body trembling.
"please, yes—" he chokes out, his hips bucking into your touch. "please. i'll be good, i swear, i just—" his voice breaks as you finally, finally slip your hand inside his waistband, wrapping your fingers around him. he's dripping, his cock throbbing in your grip, and the way he sobs your name, like it's the only thing keeping him alive, makes your own body ache.
"you're not good," you tease, stroking him slow, watching as his eyes roll back, his lips parting on a silent plea. "but i'll make you feel good, okay?"
he whines, his body arching into your touch, but then his hand is suddenly on the back of your neck, pulling you down into a messy, open mouthed kiss. his tongue is hot, desperate, and the way he takes from you like he's starving makes your head spin.
"need you," he gasps against your lips, his free hand shoving at your pants, his fingers wrapping around you this time, and fuck—
you groan into his mouth as he strokes you, his touch clumsy but perfect, and the way he's whining into the kiss, like he can’t decide if he wants to fuck you or cry, sends a jolt straight to your core.
"bedroom," you manage to choke out, but he's already shaking his head, his grip tightening.
"no," he whimpers, his cock leaking against your stomach as he ruts against you. "here. right here baby, please—" his voice cracks, his body trembling, and you realize he's not gonna last. not like this.
you push him back just enough to shove his jeans and boxers down his thighs, his cock springing free, flushed dark and weeping.
he whines at the loss of your touch, but the sound turns into a broken moan as you line him up against you, the hot, slick press of his cock against your entrance making you both shudder. "fuck," he sobs, his nails digging into your shoulders, his hips rolling, the friction maddening. "please—"
he grabs at your hips and slams you down into him, pulling a broken moan from you as he lets u adjust to his length.
then you're moving, rolling your hips, riding him senseless, the slick, wet sound filling the room. he's crying. actual tears in his eyes as he clings to you, his cock twitching inside you, all he can do is beg you not to stop.
"shit– gonna cum," taki gasps, his body tensing, cock pulsing, and you can feel it, the way he's right there, teetering on the edge. his breath is ragged, his skin slick with sweat.
and when you reach for his hair, tugging just enough to make him look at you, he shatters. his back arches, cock pulsing as he spills hot and thick ropes deep inside you. his sobs turning into a broken, perfect moan.
just the sound of his voice was enough to unravel you, a wave of pleasure surging through every nerve as your slick, trembling heat clenched around him. "fuck you're squeezing me so tight—ah" he whines, but its shattered around the edges.
his release drips down your thighs, sticky and warm, and as he collapses against you, his body still trembling, fingers still clutching at you like you’re the only thing keeping him together, you realize..
you're fucked. because you'll never take that key back.
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