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warnings: HEAVILY sacrilegious, sex in a church (specifically a confession booth), blasphemy (reciting prayers during sex), heavy impact play (clit spanks and spanking), heavy degradation, face fucking, spit, oral creampie, creampie, unprotected sex, squirting, multiple orgasms (both receiving), tears, hair pulling, rough sex, mention of drugs and alcohol, public sex
synopsis: he sought after religion to stay far away from temptation but here you are, the perfect temptation. how could he resist?
a/n: this is a submission for my heaven and hell collab! please check out the other works from the many talented participants. this is also inspired by a priest i had a crush on when i used to go to church
He wasnât a typical priest. Most were young, born in a life of religion and walked the holy path from the moment they could stand on two feet. But that wasnât him. He had his fun, he committed more sins than he could count and did things that were unspeakable.
ᯠtagsâage gap (legal ofc), inexperienced reader, mention of drugs, possessive behavior, jealousy, smut, missionary, doggy, matingpress, size kink, manhandling, dirty talk, fingers in mouth, overstimulation, safe word, edging, choking, pinning, oral, bj, hair pulling, bdsmâword coundâ5k
â SANZU HARUCHIYO
sanzu keeps finding himself thinking about you during meetings, during jobs, during long nights. at first, he tells himself it's curiosity - then obsession. by the time he realizes it's love, it's already far too late. you're living in his head rent-free, and every attempt he makes to ignore it only makes it worse.
the age gap bothers him more than it bothers you. because he genuinely believes you're too good for him. he's spent years surrounded by violence, crime. meanwhile, you have a normal life, normal friends, normal worries. when he looks at you, it's like looking through a window into a life he never got to have.
despite his reputation, he's surprisingly soft around you. not in a weak way - just different. there are sides of him that nobody else gets to see. he lets you see his exhaustion. lets you see those rare moments when the weight of everything catches up to him. on nights when he comes home tired, he'll rest his head in your lap and close his eyes while you play with his hair.
he acts annoyed when you worry about him, but secretly he loves it. every text asking if he got home safely. every reminder to eat. every time you tell him to get more sleep. nobody has taken care of him like that in years.
sometimes he'll read your messages while sitting in a room full of dangerous men and feel something painfully warm settle in his chest. he won't answer right away - he likes pretending he's cooler than he is but everyone around him notices how much softer his expression gets whenever your name appears on his phone.
sanzu becomes ridiculously protective, though he tries very hard not to be controlling. there's a difference, and he knows it. he understands that you're your own person. he respects your independence. but that doesn't stop him from worrying constantly.
every time you mention going somewhere alone at night, he immediately starts asking questions. every time you take too long to answer a text, he has to physically stop himself from checking whether something happened to you. he trusts you completely.
one of his favorite things is listening to you talk. genuinely listening. you could spend twenty minutes explaining workplace drama, a movie you watched, a random fact you learned online, and he'd sit there absorbing every word. half the time he has no idea why he's so interested. logically, none of it should matter.
compared to the things he deals with daily, your stories are insignificant. but because they're yours, he hangs onto every detail. weeks later he'll casually bring up something you mentioned once and you'll stare at him in surprise because you forgot all about it. meanwhile, he remembered every word.
he develops a habit of buying you things whenever he sees something that reminds him of you. sometimes it's expensive jewelry. sometimes it's a snack from a convenience store. the price doesn't matter. what matters is that he saw it and immediately thought of you.
his apartment slowly fills with evidence of this habit. little trinkets, books, flowers. random gifts with no special occasion attached. when you ask why he keeps bringing you things, he shrugs and mumbles something about having money to waste. the truth is much simpler: he likes seeing you smile.
jealousy is one of sanzu's worst traits, and unlike some people, he doesn't hide it well at all. in fact, sometimes it feels like he doesn't even try. the second he notices someone getting a little too comfortable with you, his entire demeanor changes, his smile disappears, his patience vanishes. suddenly every little thing irritates him. he doesn't sit quietly and pretend everything is fine because everything is not fine.
he'll insert himself into the situation immediately, draping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side, interrupting conversations, making it painfully obvious that he's unhappy. the problem isn't that he doesn't trust you. he does. it's other people he doesn't trust. unfortunately, when his temper gets involved, that distinction isn't always obvious.
it causes arguments more often than either of you would like. sanzu can be surprisingly sensitive when it comes to you, and jealousy has a habit of dragging every insecurity he has straight to the surface. he'll get irritated over things you consider harmless.
he loves domestic moments more than he'd ever admit. grocery shopping together, cooking dinner, arguing over what movie to watch. falling asleep on opposite sides of the couch because neither of you intended to nap. these moments mean more to him than expensive dates or grand gestures. his entire life is built around danger and unpredictability. with you, things are simple.
there are moments when he looks at you and feels almost overwhelmed by how much he loves you. moments when you're laughing at something stupid, moments when you're half-asleep and mumbling nonsense. his chest actually aches because the feeling is too big, too much. he spent years believing he wasn't capable of loving someone normally. then you came along and proved him wrong.
if anyone ever asked him what his favorite thing about you is, he'd probably scoff and refuse to answer. but privately, the answer would be easy. it's the fact that you see him as a person first. not a monster - just him. and for someone who has spent most of his life being viewed through the lens of violence and chaos, that kind of love feels almost miraculous. even after years together, there are still moments when he catches himself looking at you and thinking the exact same thing:
I can't believe you're real.
sanzu's addiction is probably the thing that scares him most once he falls in love with you. before you, he could ignore the damage he was doing to himself. he didn't care enough to stop. if he woke up miserable, if his body paid the price, if he spiraled, that was his problem. but then you happen.
suddenly there is someone whose face he wants to see tomorrow, someone he wants to come home to, someone whose hands he wants to hold ten years from now. he doesn't magically recover because of love. that's not how addiction works. there are setbacks, bad days, moments where he pushes you away because he's ashamed of himself.
but you're one of the few people who sees the difference between the ruthless bonten executive and the exhausted man underneath. you never treat him like a project to fix, you don't lecture him, you don't try to save him single-handedly - you just stay.
moving to his intimate side, sanzu is the type of man who worships you during sex. the first time he sees you undressed, he can't take his eyes off of you. because of his life, he is more on experienced so he knows what he's doing. once sanzu finds out that you haven't been with anyone before - he makes sure to take care of you more delicately.
he enjoys giving more than receiving for sure and can stay between your legs for hours until you physically can't take it anymore. sanzu hates to admit how much he loves when you're desperate for him. that's why he denies your orgasm quite often to see you fall apart under him.
"haru- please, too much." tears are falling apart from the corner of your eyes as you beg for him to let you cum. sanzu keeps pushing all the right buttons - he's circling your clit, hitting that one spot with his long fingers and licking your cunt nonstop. but then he suddenly stops to look up at you - you're a babbling mess, chanting his name like a prayer and begging for release.
you expect him to be mean about it - but he's not. he would rather die than degrade you during your most vulnerable state.
"you're doin' so good, baby, jus' one more f'me." he praises, his voice vibrating throughout your whole body.
sanzu has a staring problem generally - and it shows during sex as well. sometimes he gets distracted when he sees you, hair messy, face flushed, lips red and bruised and he gets so hard. when you also look back at him and hold eye-contact - sanzu takes it as a challenge and will not look away until he makes you lose.
when he's in a good mood - he likes to tease and make you shy. for example, when your legs are on his shoulders as he pounds into you, you're completely open for him. your eyes are rolling back from the pleasure, your tits are moving up and down and you feel like a mess.
"you look so perfect, baby- fuck, so tight f'me, yeah?"
your face gets even more red at his words and you try to hide your face in your hands but sanzu doesn't let you - he will spread your legs apart and get closer to your face - pinning both of your hands on top of your head and keeps thrusting in and out.
"don' hide from me, sweetheart- wanna look at you."
however, sanzu also loves when you're the one making him flustered especially when he doesn't expect it. he could be working on some documents and you suddenly appear out of nowhere, dressed in his clothes, sitting on top of his lap. at first, he smiles at the sight - his favorite girl showing affection. but when you start making out with him, trailing kisses on his neck and softly grinding on his bulge - sanzu's in heaven.
the papers are long forgotten as he wraps his hands around your waist and helps you move better - his cheeks turn pink like his hair and he gets all whiny and loud. "fuck- baby, you feel so good!" sanzu praises as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him to shut him up.
his favorite position is whatever lets him be as close to you as possible. yes, he enjoys everything you two do together but sanzu is desperate to hold, kiss and bite you. he loves hiding his face in the crook of your neck the most as he pounds into you, leaving marks all over your throat as he smells your scent, hears your moans, taste your skin.
â RAN HAITANI
the age gap becomes a source of endless teasing. not because he's trying to make you uncomfortable, but because he finds your reactions adorable. every time you call him old, he gasps dramatically like you've mortally wounded him. every birthday becomes an opportunity for you to make a joke about his age and for him to spend the rest of the day pretending he's the victim.
meanwhile, he's secretly very fond of the difference in life experience between you. not in a controlling way - he actually loves hearing your perspective on things. sometimes you'll say something simple, something obvious, and he'll find himself staring because you've managed to make him look at a situation differently.
because he owns multiple clubs and nightlife businesses through bonten's operations, his schedule is unusual. he's often awake when everyone else is asleep and asleep when everyone else is working. yet somehow, he always makes time for you. if that means leaving a club early, he'll leave early. if that means canceling plans, he'll cancel them.
you're more important to him. soon you realize this man, who has entire businesses depending on him, keeps abandoning meetings because you asked if he wanted to get lunch. physical affection comes naturally to him. he's not shy - if he wants to hold your hand, he'll hold your hand. he doesn't think twice about it, doesn't matter if you're in public or not.
his hand is always resting on your knee while you're sitting together, his fingers brushing against yours while walking. his arm draped over the back of your chair. that's just how he is. he likes being close to you.
despite all the teasing, he's actually very attentive. ran notices everything. people often underestimate how observant he is because he acts so relaxed, but he's constantly paying attention. he notices when you're tired before you mention it. notices when you're stressed. notices when your smile seems forced. notices when something is bothering you.
the difference is that he doesn't always address it directly. instead, he'll find little ways to make things easier. maybe he brings your favorite food home. maybe he cancels plans so the two of you can spend the evening together. maybe he distracts you until you're laughing despite yourself. he understands that not every problem can be solved, but he likes making your bad days a little better.
bonten members are used to seeing ran flirt with everyone. they're used to his jokes and his charm. what they're not used to seeing is genuine affection because the version of ran they know is always performing a little bit. then you come along and suddenly he's smiling differently - more soft and warm.
rindou acts annoyed by his brother's antics, but secretly enjoys watching him be happy. the teasing goes both ways. if ran is spending too much time texting you, rindou points it out. if ran cancels plans because you're free that evening, rindou points it out. if ran starts smiling at his phone during a meeting, rindou definitely points it out.
"she texted you, didn't she?"
"mind your business."
despite all the teasing, rindou genuinely likes you. mostly because you're one of the few people capable of getting ran to slow down occasionally. he's spent years watching his brother throw himself into dangerous situations and seeing someone become important enough for ran to think about consequences is reassuring.
one thing about ran is that he absolutely loves sleep. this man can nap anywhere and once you're together, he becomes shameless about using you as a pillow. you'll be sitting on a couch watching television and suddenly there's a head in your lap. you'll be reading a book and feel him leaning against your shoulder. you'll wake up from a nap and discover he's somehow taken up most of the available space despite claiming he wasn't tired twenty minutes ago.
beneath all the jokes and teasing, though, there is a side of ran very few people ever see. despite his confidence, despite how relaxed he appears, he's not immune to fear. he knows exactly what kind of life he lives. he knows how dangerous bonten is. that's why he is always worried about your safety and it's a number one priority for him.
there are moments where you'll catch glimpses of the side of him very few people ever see. usually late at night when you're both lying awake in bed and neither of you feels like sleeping yet. those are the moments where the jokes fade away - where his voice gets quieter, he talks about things he normally keeps buried: childhood memories, regrets, fears. despite how confident he appears, ran carries loneliness too. years of it. and when he trusts you enough to show those parts of himself.
years into the relationship, he'll still look at you the same way he did in the beginning. still reach for your hand automatically. still pull you into his lap during movie nights, still bury his face in your shoulder when he's exhausted, still abandon important plans just because spending time with you sounds more appealing.
ran haitani in bed is something else. he already makes you feel special enough everyday but during sex - he makes you feel heavenly. oh, he knoooows what he's doing. ran is the type that talks you through it for sure. he talks, he teases, he does not shut up. no matter how many times you've gotten intimate - he doesn't fail to make you flustered and shy every single time.
ran is a tall, big man. he's also very strong and can manhandle you however he wishes. he does everything in his power to make you moan louder than before. he feeds off of it.
"like how I fuck you, baby?" he whispers in your ear from behind while pressing his chest down at your back. he's thrusting slow but hard - he goes so deep, you feel him in your tummy. ran slides down a hand to feel himself moving in and out of you. if you don't respond - he stops, cups your face and demands an answer.
"ran, please- don't stop!" you feel frustrated at the loss of an orgasm but once you do as he says - ran continues, pounding even deeper than before, stretching you out so much that your eyes roll back. his hand starts circling your clit and you start to see stars, release taking over you as he fucks you through it. ran haitani likes to take his time during sex. just like sanzu, he also edges you to your limit until you fall apart but he always leaves you satisfied in the end and it makes everything worth it.
most of the time you have sex with ran, you end up in cloud state. if you were shy and hesitant before, now you're babbling nonsense, begging for more - and he never disappoints. he loves to hear you beg for more, moan his name and be desperate as you leave scratches all over his back and arms. he is a masochist more than a sadist - you can slap him, hurt him, scratch whatever you want and it'll only turn him on more.
every time you do try to be dominant, you end up disappointed. ran takes it as a challenge whenever you get on top of him. he lets you have your control but as soon as you start riding him, you fall apart. he starts teasing you, whispering soft praises, playing with your clit and tits, pushing himself up to go in deeper and you lose all your composure. ran ends up rolling you over, getting on top of you and finishing everything on his terms.
"you did good, sweetheart, lemme take over now." he whispers in your ear seductively as he kisses and hits all the right spots.
ran's sex drive is high. he's freaked out almost everyday and can keep going over and over until you pass out from sleep. he tries something new every time you have sex, testing your limits.
one thing he does quite often is wrapping his big, large hands on your throat and staring at your expression while your eyes are rolled back, mouth open from pleasure. the sight of you makes him lose it every time and he has to fight his own body to not cum right on the spot.
ran loves, loves, loves eating you out too much. it always ends up with you pulling on his hair, forcing him stop because it's your third time cumming in a row and you're overstimulated. he frowns but praises you after for doing so good.
ran's big on praise but there are times he's too lost in pleasure and can't control what he says. "such a good slut f'me, fuck, fuck-"
another thing he does is pulling your hair. because of this, one if his favorite position is doggy because he gets to pull your hair and expose your soft neck to him. he leaves marks all over your shoulder and throat as he fucks you from behind. he also gets to whisper sweet praises in your ear and pull you on the edge.
â RINDOU HAITANI
the age gap is something he thinks about more seriously than he admits. he wants to make sure you're comfortable. he wants to make sure you're making your own decisions. he never wants you to feel pressured by his age, his status, or his position within bonten. once he realizes the relationship is serious, though, he stops overthinking it and simply focuses on making you happy.
out of all the bonten executives, rindou is probably one of the least interested in public displays of affection. not because he's embarrassed of you. quite the opposite, actually. he values the relationship so much that it almost feels private to him - something special. something that belongs to the two of you rather than the rest of the world.
when you're attending events related to the clubs he helps manage and oversee, he stays relatively composed. maybe a hand on the small of your back while guiding you through a crowd. maybe his fingers briefly finding yours. maybe a protective hand on your shoulder.
the moment the two of you are home, he's suddenly attached to your side. he's especially fond of small, quiet touches. if you're cooking dinner, he's leaning against the counter nearby pretending he's not specifically there. but soon enough you feel him wrap his arms around you from behind and place soft kisses on your neck.
rindou often pretends not to care while obviously caring a lot. you'll mention being cold and suddenly a jacket appears over your shoulders. you'll mention being hungry and somehow food arrives. you'll say you're tired and he'll quietly suggest heading home earlier. then when you thank him, he shrugs and acts like it was nothing.
the sweetest thing about him is that he genuinely listens. every little detail you mention gets filed away somewhere in his memory. your favorite drink. the movie you've been wanting to watch. the book you've mentioned three separate times. you'll casually talk about something once and forget about it entirely. then weeks later he'll show up with tickets, reservations, or some small gift connected to that conversation.
late at night is when his softer side appears most often. the city is quiet. the clubs are closed or running without him. bonten feels far away. and suddenly it's just the two of you curled up together in bed. those are the moments where he'll actually talk about things. his worries. his thoughts. memories from years ago. things he would never tell most people.
jealousy is one of the few things capable of bringing that temper out almost instantly. unlike ran, who might tease his way through jealousy, rindou gets noticeably annoyed. if someone is flirting with you, he isn't going to sit there smiling through it. his entire mood drops.
conversations become shorter. his expression gets harder. and if the person continues despite the obvious signs, that's when the irritation starts becoming visible. he'll move closer to you without thinking about it. his hand finds yours. his arm settles around your shoulders. suddenly he's involved in the conversation whether anyone invited him or not - and he will be mean about it!
the worst arguments in your relationship usually happen because rindou has a habit of bottling things up. he's not naturally expressive. if something bothers him, he'll often sit with it for hours before saying anything. unfortunately, by the time he finally speaks up, he's already irritated.
you'll ask what's wrong. he'll say "nothing." you'll ask again. same answer. then three hours later he's suddenly admitting that something from earlier bothered him and now you're both trying to untangle a problem that could've been solved immediately. it's frustrating for both of you. he knows it's frustrating. he just struggles with vulnerability sometimes.
however, one thing about rindou is that he hates staying angry with you. genuinely hates it. arguments make him miserable. even when he's convinced he's right, even when he's still annoyed, he hates the distance that comes afterward. he'll sit alone replaying the conversation in his head, picking apart every sentence, wondering if he handled things poorly. sometimes his pride gets in the way for a little while, but eventually the need to fix things wins every single time.
rindou is also quite experienced when it comes to sex. he knows what buttons to push - he's quiet but focused. at first he won't initiate anything, afraid to make you uncomfortable. he's so hesitant during the first time but once he notices you're nervous, he becomes gentle and guides you through it.
rindou is much softer with you and it takes him a long time for him to get the hang of the relationship. before you, his sex life was pretty much one-night-stands. with you, he doesn't want to mess up so he does everything in his power to make you feel secure and safe. he asks you occasionally if you're okay.
unlike the other two, rindou is much thicker in size and the way he stretches you out feels heavenly every time. he's not much of a talker - all you hear from him are occasional grunts and groans. although, your moans are his favorite thing to hear.
rindou doesn't usually like to shut you up but there are moments when he gets the urge to push his fingers down your throat. it's not that you're being too loud- no, he could listen to you all day if he wanted to. it's just the sight of you sucking on his fingers pulls him to the edge.
rindou works out almost everyday so he is pretty built and strong. when you point out how amazing his biceps look, he gets flustered. later that day, he makes sure to show you how strong he really is. just like his brother, rin's also into choking - but he chokes you with his biceps instead.
you're on your knees and elbows when he thrusts into you from behind. he forces you up by pulling your hair and headlocks your neck in his big, strong arms. your back arches and you feel him hit spots you didn't even know existed.
unexpectedly, you and rindou get so lost in the pleasure, you have to discuss having a safe word. he could be eating you out, fucking you into oblivion and then making you sit on his face and all of a sudden, you're too overwhelmed, your body aching from both pain and pleasure.
speaking of face-sitting, rin is into every position where you're on top of him. oh, how much he loooves having you ride him on the couch after a long, tiring day. he still makes sure to help you move better if you get tired. if you complain too much, he gets a little "mean" and tells you to take it because "you're a good girl for me, yeah?". will praise you endlessly after you're done, though.
rin is a very touch-starved man. he likes to feel you close. 99% of the time he's sweet but angry sex with rindou is something entirely different. it usually happens when he gets jealous. when he noticed someone hitting you up at his club and he got genuinely irritated.
he obviously doesn't mention why his mood changed until you ask and that's when he loses all his composure - tying you up the to the bed and taking out all his anger on you. that's when he first realizes he enjoys overstimulating you a bit too much. he can't help himself the way he licks all over your cunt while pushing fingers deep inside you. your hands are tied up so you can't hold on to anything and you feel helpless and vulnerable under him but he's making you feel so good.
if you couldn't tell already, rindou would rather give than receive. but there are times, you want to do something for him too. rin's a bit hesitant when you first go down on him. he's the one that feels overwhelmed this time - the way your mouth feels so warm and amazing around him, the way your tongue moves around his tip.
rindou loves to manhandle and use his strength on you. your legs could be on his shoulders, you're so close to cumming and he suddenly decides to flip you on your stomach and push his dick deeper from behind. he also enjoys fucking into you on the shower wall, hands under your thighs while he's holding you up. he groans at how your walls squeeze him tight and bites your neck out of frustration.
his head rolls backwards from the pleasure as he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you down deeper, reaching your throat. that's the first time you hear him moan out of pleasure. "fuck- jus' like that, don't stop-" he's completely lost in pleasure as you bob your head up and down nonstop. looking at you on your knees as you suck him off becomes his favorite sight of you.
genre: gn!reader who wears a skirt. a little suggestive at the end.
a/n: inspired by this puzzreve gacha card which i failed to get despite spending sm FUCKING diamonds on it FuCK
rindou, who is more insecure than you think and was caught off guard when you were interested in him and not his older brother, who's much more popular with suitors. "ran's not here," he says absentmindedly when you show up at their apartment, waving you off only to be pleasantly surprised when you tell him that you're there to actually visit him.
rindou, who is actually easily flustered because he's not used to being in the spotlight, having grown accustomed to being in his brother's shadow. "uh, sure," he coughs awkwardly, "i'm just working on a mix right now"â and his fingers are fumbling just slightly on the knobs as he feels your eyes focus on him, but as soon as he gets back into the groove of things, you can tell just how much he enjoys being in his own element apart from his brother.
rindou, who flashes you a cheeky little grin in between song transitions and beckons you to come behind the dj booth so he can explain to you the functions on the controller, and who lets you mess around with the knobs and cheers you on as you experiment. "yeah, that's it, you're getting the hang of it!"
rindou, whose face flushes when he feels you get a little too close to him, then before you know it, his lips are on yours. he's guiding you to the sofa, hands on your hips, and you're both toppling over as he rucks up your skirt. it's a little clumsy, rindou even tripping on an empty beer can on the way there (lol). then suddenly, the door swings open and it's ran, apparently just waking up now despite it being mid-day.
"uhm, same time tomorrow?" rindou asks sheepishly, helping you back up and fixing your skirt.
island in the sun | rindou haitani x female reader
I am currently writing a longer fic for Rin and wrote this whole scene out that I'm not sure fits the vibe of the fic now...soooo it can be just a short little smutty Rin drabble or sneak peak depending on how the plot evolves ;) <3
summary: Rin can't control himself seeing your tan lines. Honestly this is very self indulgent
rating / warnings / tags: explicit sexual content, beach sex, quickie, rin has a thing for tan lines, from his POV
Okinawa was the closest thing the brothers had to a second home outside of Roppongi. Whenever they could disappear, they disappeared there. Ran had connections, knew someone with an obscene house that sat on a beach that was private enough that they could go days without seeing other life on the island.
The moment they got there it was like the world outside of the island ceased to exist. Vacation mode on, Ran lulled to sleep by the sound of crashing waves, her soaking up every ray of sunlight the world had to offer, Rin catching every wave he could, letting the salt water wash away his anxieties.
It was the most free Rin had felt in years.
He had gone into the water to clear his head and came out feeling refreshed, the sun already drying his shoulders by the time he reached the shore. He stood at the water's edge, shaking the excess water out of his hair, watching her stretched out on the beach exactly where he left her.
Five days in the Okinawa sun had deepened the color of her skin, leaving lighter strips where her bikini straps had been. He noticed them the day before and couldnât stop thinking about them, something about the contrast on her skin had been driving him quietly insane.
He crouched beside her, trailing his fingers up the back of her thigh, going up over the curve of her ass, lightly dancing up her spine, before pressing a kiss into her shoulder.Â
âHaving a nice nap?â he murmured against her skin.
She turned her head, eyeing him suspiciously, âWhat are you up to now?â
âNothing.â He kissed her neck. âYouâve gotten so tan.â
She dropped her face back into her arms. âIâm busy relaxing, go back in the water.â
He trailed his fingers along the strap across her back, hooking his finger under, pulling it taut and letting it snap back against her skin.
âRin!â She twisted to look at him, half laughing half annoyed, âWhat was that for?â
âNo reason.â he was already untying the bow on her back, undoing it slowly while she tried to swat him away.
He flipped her over once he managed to get it undone, got her legs around his hips, trapping her underneath him while she fought to stifle her laughter, blinking up at him in the sun.Â
He was still wet, hair dripping onto her warm skin.
She wrinkled her nose. âRin, youâre getting me wetââ
âGod, I hope so.â he smirked.
She stared at him, then rolled her eyes, âWhat is wrong with you.â
He was already reaching up to push her bikini top aside. Uncovering the tan lines on her chest. The untouched skin meeting the warm afternoon light and something in him completely short circuited.
He groaned somewhat helplessly at the sight and heard her laugh under him.
âRinââ
He ran his thumbs over her slowly, felt her nipples harden under his touch, the laughter dying in her throat as her breath caught and stuttered.
âGod Rin, weâre outsideââ
He bent down and licked across her nipple and she gasped hard.
âOh my god, Rinââ she squirmed beneath his hold.
âShhh.â He kissed across to the other side slowly. âRanâs asleep.â
She tried to protest until he grazed his teeth over her forcing her to swallow the noise trying to escape her.
He kissed down her chest, her stomach, taking his time, the salt on her skin against his tongue, her stomach rising and falling faster under his mouth, breath getting shorter every second that passed.Â
He reached the waistband of her bikini bottoms and dipped his fingers under, pulling the fabric down enough to reveal the little pale patch of skin just below her tanned stomach,and pressed his lips there.
âYour tan lines drive me insane,â he said in between kisses.
He let his hand drift lower, over the fabric, fingers dancing lightly over her through the thin material.
âRin.â Her voice was unsteady now, âwhat if someone sees.â
He kept his gaze locked onto her as he slid his thumb under the side of the fabric, pressing a slow circle directly against her. Her breath completely left her.
âNo one will.â He cooed, keeping the pressure there, watching her try to keep still and quiet. âItâs a private beach and besidesâŠwe can be quick.â He grinned down at her.
She let out a small breathy laugh, her hips shifting against his hand wanting more. He moved his hand to pull her bottoms to the side, feeling just how worked up heâd already gotten her. He pushed his shorts down enough to free himself, stroking himself slowly while looking at her - spread out in front of him, bronzed and trembling slightly.
He rubbed against her slowly, until neither of them could stand it anymore, finally pressing into her.
âGod,â she breathed and tipped her head back on the towel.
âShhh.â He was smiling, held himself there watching her face, completely unbothered by how badly she was already squirming. âYouâre gonna get us caught if you keep doing thatâ
She squinted at him ready to make a snarky remark but choked on her words as he pushed all the way into her at the same moment. Her back arched immediately, a sound escaping her she couldnât catch in time.
âYouâre such a diâ ahhhââ
He pulled almost all the way out and snapped his hips back into her, watching her face contort, her words dissolving into mewls. âSorry what was that, sweetheart?â He smirked and huffed a laugh, entirely too pleased with himself.
He stilled for just a moment, taking in the sight, dropping his head to her ear. âYou have no idea,â he said quietly, âhow fucking sexy you look right now.â He pulled back and drove his hips hard into her again, feeling her gasping on his neck.Â
She clenched around him and he had to stop speaking for a second, letting out a rough exhale. âFuck, baby.â The sun on his back, the breeze cooling the water on his skin, her under him looking at him like that, it was almost too much.
He gripped her hip harder, pace quickening. She pulled him closer, one hand twisted in his damp hair, the other gripping his arm hard enough to leave marks, small helpless noises escaping her every time his hips moved against hers.
He could feel her getting close - her breathing was shallower, grip tightening in his hair. He trailed one hand down between their bodies, fingers finding her again and began pressing slow, steady patterns into her.
âJesus, Rinââ her hips bucked under him.
She had nowhere to go. His weight holding her down while his hand never letting up. The desperate sounds she was making, the sight of her face, it all nearly undid him right there.
âRinââ her voice cracked. âRin rin rin pleaseââ
He didnât let up, âCome for me, babyâ
Her back arched up hard, chest pressing into his, her whole body tightening as her orgasm tore through her, clenching around him so hard and suddenly that he lost the last thread of control he was holding onto.
He came with her, a groan tearing out of him as he buried his face into her neck, holding her tight through it - her body still trembling under his - until neither of them could move.
He slipped out of her slowly, glanced down between them and couldnât help but laugh.
âWhat?â she asked, chest still heaving.
He was grinning, breathless, looking at the state of her. âI made a mess of you, again.â
She groaned and put her arm over her face, blocking out him and the sun, he laughed again leaning down to pepper kisses on her while she tried to not smile.
He pulled his shorts back up, then before she could fully process what was happening, he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder.
âRinâ oh my god, Rin, noââ
âCleanup time.â
âNo Rin, itâs so coldââ
He carried her down to the water, laughing the whole way, her shrieking and kicking, failing to free herself before he jumped into the water.
She came up gasping, soaked, swatting at him. He caught both her wrists, still laughing and pulled her against him, kissing her.
âYouâre so annoying,â she said, teasing.
âWhat can I say, you drive me wild.â He pushed her wet hair back from her face, thumb brushing her cheek, kissing her again. He pulled back, his voice losing all trace of teasing and held her face in both hands, âI donât think Iâve ever been this happy in my life.â
She went still for a second then smiled. âMe neither.â
warnings; smut, weed, high sex, fingering, creampie. not proofread!
being shinichiroâs little sister has its perks. many girls that you met during your youth would always envy you because shin was the âcool brother.â you never thought about it this way, because motorcycle rides with him and his friends, as well as partying together for the whole high school, were a normal thing for you. you were only 5 years younger than shin, yet the strong bond between you two was undeniable. shinichiro was your role model, someone you always looked up to. for shin, on the other hand, you were a true gem he needed to protect. since the day you were born, he swore to himself that he wanted to make the world a better place for his family. but as you grew older, it was harder for you to be around shinichiro and his friends just because of a certain person â imaushi wakasa.
he was the closest friend of shinichiro. he was around your house countless times as if he was another member of the family. wakasa saw your whole adolescence â from pink dresses and playing knights and princesses when you were five, to your first motorcycle ride without shinichiro when you were a reckless 16-year-old girl who nearly broke his bike (to this day, he believes that the scratches were wakasaâs fault!). after your brother moved out a few years ago, he hadnât seen you since, so he was surprised when shinichiro once invited you for a party, and instead of shinâs little sister he saw a beautiful young woman. wakasa always found you pretty, yet always brushed off the thoughts of it. you were his best friendâs sister â he couldnât think of you that way! it was wrong for him, so he always kept his distance around you, while you grew up with the thought that your silly little crush didnât like you. in your eyes, wakasa was always bored, uninterested, sometimes even ignorant, but there was something that made you drawn to him. sometimes, when you were alone with him, he was showing a completely other side and you always wondered if it was because of kindness or if he was just playing with your feelings. maybe it was better that you lost contact with him for so long? you needed to forget about it anyway â the sooner, the better.
after that party, something changed. you started to hang out more with shin as well as with wakasa, and you noticed the differences in his behaviour now. you were aware of the fact that waka was glancing at you longer than he should, always tried to be as close as possible to you. once you were whiny about not buying white floral lacy thighs, and the next time you saw wakasa, he gifted you exactly those you wanted back then. it made you feel special. you took note of the fact that he was more mature now than before, and all of those actions werenât made without purpose. as well as he wouldnât ask you to dye his hair purple without any ulterior motives. it was one time when shinichiro invited you and waka for his 23rd birthday party. both of you were staying over at shinichiroâs place for a whole week, and once wakasa randomly came home with a purple hair dye and weed. your brother wasnât around, because he had some extra work in his shop, so both of you had to spend an evening together.
âgirl, i have this vision, hear me out.â wakasa greeted you with those words, and the last thing you remember was him teaching you how to roll a blunt. you never smoked weed before, always limited yourself to alcohol, but it was something you always wanted to try. you nearly threw up after taking a drag and when this disgusting taste of burnt herbs met your throat. it smelled similar to lemon balm tea, but the taste was terrible.
âwaka, i donât think it does anything.â you said after some minutes. he only laughed at the sight of your red eyeballs and dilated pupils. and that laugh took you somewhere else. you started laughing with him, and everything began spinning around. your vision was once blurry, once everything seemed to be in slow motion, and the next second you felt like you were on a rollercoaster. your heartbeat was fast, and god knows how your limpy hands were spreading the hair dye on the strands of his hair. wakasa was seated on the chair, his legs between yours. if you wouldnât be standing and trying not to dye his scalp, youâd be straddling him. both of you were high as fuck.
âare you a hairdresser or something?â he asked, looking at your eyes lazily. he had to use all the force and consciousness not to look down at your boobs as he was smoking another blunt and blowing the smoke in your face. but you were making it hard for him. his question made you burst into laughter again. you had to stop your work because he quickly followed, and both of you were laughing like crazy.
âno, but emma always wants me to do her hair.â you answered after you calmed down a little. you finished your work and now it was all about waiting to rinse it later. you wanted to set the dying kit on the table, but before you moved away his hands grabbed your hips, making you stay in the very position you were before. âwhatâs wrong?â you only looked down at him and asked. he seemed a little nervous. ânothing. just stay like that, donât go.â wakasaâs arms wrapped around you tightly, trapping you in his lap, and you had to be extra careful not to get your shirt or body stained by the hair dye. he grabbed the kit from you and placed it on the ground as his hands were roaming around you hungrily and he was slowly bringing his face closer. âcan i kiss you?â he asked suddenly. your heartbeat was even faster than before and you didnât even know if it was because of the weed anymore. with lazy movements of your lips, you were making out with him. it was slow at first, but it quickly became more hungry and desperate. his free hand wandered to your boob to finally squeeze it, and when you felt that you pulled away. you looked down at him while taking your shirt off. âfuck me, waka.â your words echoed in his brain and he couldnât believe what he just heard.
âwhat the fuck⊠i donât think we should do that.â he blinked lazily as he took another drag, but his hand already unclasped your bra and played with your nipples. âwhy? shinâs not there, he wonât come back yet. come on...â your lips attacked his neck and he nearly lost it. he managed to pull you away from him and looked into your eyes.
âiâm for real now. youâre high, i donât want to make it look like i drugged you just to have sex with you.â wakasa didnât want to hurt you. he loved you deeply, not wanted to use you.
âwaka, iâve been in love with you since i was like 7. iâm conscious enough to know whatâs going on, and iâm serious right now. i donât see it that way.â your confession was enough for him to stop holding back. he didnât waste time kissing you again. in fact, he kissed every inch of your skin that was available, meanwhile you were undressing both of you. âfuck, i love you. i always did.â he whispered between each kiss he placed on your skin. âgonna ride me, pretty? think you can do that for me?â he asked desperately while helping you take off his sweatpants. meanwhile, you completely ignored the fact that your body was not only covered in hickeys, but also in hair dye a little, you were grinding against him just to feel a little bit of friction. wakasa pushed your pink lacy panties to the side and ran a finger through your wet folds. âholy shit, youâre dripping.â it was such a beautiful view how his fingers easily slipped inside of you and your cunt sucked them so eagerly. you felt every sensation two times stronger than normal, so it took only a few pumps of his fingers to nearly make you cum. he was amazed by the way your pussy was clenching on his fingers, but wakasa was a mean one. you whined, frustrated as he pulled out, but the way he sucked on those fingers licking them clean was such a filthy sight that you had to admit it was the hottest thing you ever saw. you slid down his boxers, and as he smoked the blunt taking his sweet time, you sank onto him. he coughed the smoke in your face, feeling how your cunt squeezed around him. his hand grabbed your hip in a way it would leave a bruise and guided you to ride him faster. each time you would move, heâd thrust up his hips to meet yours. you swear you never felt so blissed before â screaming and moaning his name, already fucked out after a few shallow thrusts, but you felt like youâd been touching the sky. riding wakasa felt like opening the gates of eternal pleasure. no guy ever made you cum so fast like that. you creamed around him, pussy gripping him as if never wanting to let him go. he followed quickly, filling you up with a loud groan, though he didnât pull out right away. he was clinging onto your body, afraid heâd lose you completely if he let you go. wakasa had you cockwarm him on his lap until both of you heard shinâs motorcycle pulling up on the driveway. stress washed over your whole body, you quickly started collecting the clothes that were scattered around. wakasa grabbed the blunts that were left on the table and everything that was falling from your hands as both of you ran to the bathroom, where he locked the door. it bought you some more time to make out, but when you heard the front door opening you had to get dressed and rinse off the hair dye from wakasaâs hair and act like everything was normal â even though you wanted more and more of him. well, at least for someone who was high as fuck while doing his hair, it turned out incredible.
đË àŁȘâč as always i will check and correct the mistakes later but i had it in my mind for the whole week and i finally needed to write it</3 also donât ask me how i know what weed tastes and smells like and what it feels like after smoking itâŠâŠâŠâŠ expect more wakasa fics cuz i NEED this man!! reblogs and all are really appreciated as well as requests<3
I canât stop thinking abt Wakasa getting jealous over you texting another guy, but the situation is no strings attached and no one catches feelings, heheh /// cw include. fem!reader, smut, use of marijuana, possessiveness, unprotected sex, creampie and etc.
âSend him a picture of us in bed together.â
âWhat are you talking about?â You giggled, your eyes glued to your phone and your thumbs tapping away on the screen.
âWhoever it is that youâre texting,â Wakasa says, âsend âem a picture of me and you in bed together so theyâll stop texting you.â
You playfully roll your eyes. âAre you jealous?â
Wakasa chuckles softly, reaching over to the dresser by his bed and pulling out an already rolled up blunt. âWouldnât you be if I was lying naked in your bed and texting another girl?â He questions, putting the blunt in his mouth and lighting it up.
âI guess I would.â You replied and Wakasa only hummed in response. Afterwards, there was a comfortable silence between the two of you as you passed each other the blunt, that was until you spoke again, breaking the silence.
âAre you falling for me, Waka?â
âHeh,â he chuckles, âguess I am.â He smiled at you and you swear heâs so pretty, like a rare majestical beauty.
You then crawled on top of him, naked. âI knew you couldnât handle me.â You said, leaning forward to place a kiss upon his soft lips, but out of nowhere Wakasa flips you over on your backside. His hand caressing and holding up your thigh, and his face dangerously close to yours.
âAre you saying itâs wrong of me to want you to myself?â He questions.
âSays the guy that was so adamant on keeping things casual and no strings attached.â You replied, wrapping your arms around Wakasaâs neck and kissing his lips. âDo you remember the first time we did it?â
âLike yesterday.â Waka muttered.
âDid you really mean what you said, or was that a way to get into my panties?â
Wakasa chuckled softly and licked his lips, âI meant every word, pretty thing.â He murmured in your ear, nibbling and licking your earlobe.
You used all of your energy and strength to flip Waka over on his back, straddling him in the process. âDonât tease me, Waka!â
Wakasa began to laugh as if it was the funniest thing heâs ever seen. Such beauty, you thought. He then started drawing circles on your hips, âgânna ride me? Iâm pretty tired from earlier.â He smiled.
You rolled your eyes once more. âYouâre always tired.â You said, moving your hips slowly back and forth on his cock. Youâre still wet from earlier activities, so youâre practically leaking.
You grabbed his cock and began to stroke it before sliding down on it, moaning in the process of being stretched out. Before you could even start moving, Waka stilled your movements with his hands on your hips.
âDonât go too crazy, aâight princess.â He said with a smirk.
You leaned forward, kissing his jaw and lips, âbut I want to make you feel good too.â You whispered.
Wakasa chuckled, âheh, youâre so cute, yâknow that..â he stated, âbut Iâm still sensitive from earlier, baby.â Heâs now caressing your cheek with his thumb.
There goes that funny feeling in your stomach again.
You grabbed his hand and placed it on your stomach. âYou give me butterflies all the time,â you said smiling softly, âso is it okay to say that I mightâve fallen for you as well?â
Wakasa licked his lips, his cock started twitching inside your wet warm cunt. âI feel like the luckiest man in the world right now,â he said, âso say it, say that youâre my girl.â
You bit your bottom lip, âIâm your girl.â You murmured.
And that was it â instead of you going crazy, Wakasa was the one that lost himself inside of you, completely falling more and more for you every time his cock slid in and out of your cunt â milking him for everything heâs worth and honestly, he wouldnât have it any other way. <3
authorâs note. this is the worst drabble/fic Iâve ever written. BYE!!!
wakasa loves smacking your ass whenever he can. whether itâs in public or in the comfort of your own home, heâs going to smack your ass when he gets the opportunity.
you sometimes tease him by wearing booty shorts or one of his oversized shirts with no panties on underneath the shirt â he sneaks up behind you, smacking your ass and he realize as heâs grabbing your ass that you have no panties on.
âno panties, eh? you fuckinâ tease..â he mutters in your ear, then he slightly bites your neck and gives you on final smack on the ass before walking away from you. âiâm headinâ to work.â he says. the erection he has is no joke . . heâs definitely going to make you work for it when he gets home.
but what wakasa loves the most is laying on his back, smoking a fat olâ blunt and making you ride his dick in reverse cowgirl.
he absolutely loves the position because he gets to see everything from how your slick runs down his cock to how your ass ripples and bounces every time you move . . and the most important thing is that waka gets to smack your ass repeatedly.
âpretty pussy,â he murmurs, smacking your ass and causing you to whine. of course he soothes the stinging sensation by the rubbing it, he isnât that cruel . . . or is he? ;) but you canât deny that you love the feeling of his big hands squeezing and slapping your ass though.
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CW - NSFW under the cut. Dirty talk. P in V.
Everyone knows Wakasa is a playboy, or rather he WAS a playboy. Something about you made him settle down. Well, settle down as much as Wakasa could. He seemed to be enthralled with you. Letting you drag him around and tease him. Things heâd never let any other woman do to him. Heâd take you out on actual dates, getting to actually know you. He found himself falling for you, and you him. Lucky for you, the rumors about him being amazing in bed were true.
Wakasa lazily pumps into you, gripping your thighs to pull you on to his cock in time with his thrusts. One of his hands reaching down to thumb at your clit. Your cunt clenching around his fat cock as he throws his head back and groans, âSuch a good girl for me, yeah?â Gripping your hips, he adjusts the angle in which heâs fucking you so he can reach that hot button inside you, sending you over the edge. You squirm and grab his wrists, trying to ground yourself, letting small gasps escape your lips. He knew you were close when he felt the familiar sensation of your cunt trying to squeeze the life out of his dick. âLet go baby. Thatâs it, cum on this cock for meâ
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ᯠᄫᥠhate sex with wakasa would include... 18+
caving in and calling him up late at nightâyour fingers, toys, nothing was working to unravel that tight ball of need
the phone rings for so long you start to think he won't answer
send your call to voicemail. ignore you entirely. not that that would be surprising
he'd grunt into the phone, disgruntled to see your name on his caller id until he hears it. that unmistakable desire lacing your tone.
he arrives only minutes later. calm and nonchalant. giving you that bored expression that you despise
quietly looking you up n down. how disheveled your hair is, that almost feral lust shining in your eyes
wakasa immediately hoists you up, pinning you against the wall.
crashing his lips into yours with such force your head hits the wall behind you, but that's the least of your concerns right now
(he isn't gentle with you, i'm talking like bruising grip and bullying you into the position he wants)
wakasa would force his tongue into your mouth, growling as he deepens the kiss. hands tangling into your hair to maneuver you how he wants
his hips grind into yours eliciting soft, breathless moans.
his voice is rough, a huff of agitation, "so pathetic. you needed me this badly?"
and when you defiantly refuse to answer he slaps youânot too hard, just a warning tap. then another. fingers cupping your jaw, lilac eyes staring into yours
"yes! okay? i needed you..." you sigh, eyes narrowed as you glare at him.
he's such an annoying prick. but he's the only guy who has made you cum. an embarrassing amount of times
so in your weakest moments you call him up. and he always comes through. bickering n tearing at each other's clothes in a frenzy
the first time it happened was a mistakeâa drunken night out that left you sprawled out in his bed, gasping n clawing at his back.
he'd had you folded in half, snapping his hips into yours like a madman
wakasa would shove his fingers into your mouth, pushing down on your tongue to watch you drool all over yourself, "such a messy lil slut...." he mocks, smirking down at your fucked out expression
you were littered with hickeys and bruises for days after that encounter with wakasa. unable to erase the memory of his touch
it haunted you. loomed over your mind the few times you tried to hookup with someone new
the disappointment settling deep in your bones when those guys couldn'tâwouldn'tâbreak you the same way. wasting your time with empty promises of "rocking your world" while you're staring at the ceiling bored n faking it
wakasa never held back, giving you his all every time. knowing all the right places to kiss, bite, how to swirl his fingers on that sensitive bundle of nerves until you're trembling n spasming
soaking his cock, his thighs, your ass and the sheets as you squirt violently
milking him dry with that tight grip of your pussyâhe'd lie n say that you're not that great of a lay
then go home to fist his cock and comparing it to the chokehold grip of your gummy walls
kunaiiikittennn đč please do not repost, copy or steal my trash đŐ. .Ő𩯠á°.á
i am a firm believer that rindou haitani is into subtletyâŠ
from the way he looks at you to the way he even practically 'bagged you', it just screams âyea i didnât have to do much by the way.'
which is what he wishes but in reality he was absolutely doing the most to get your attention on him... and you both obviously met at a club.
âhey, i havenât seen you around these parts.â
practically about to roll your eyes for nth time tonight, you really couldnât just enjoy your drink on your own without some guy breathing down your neck.
thinking back to how your friends said, âthisâll be a fun opportunity to meet new people.â you argued with them that going to your local club where you had already known everyone was more than enough.
'that's the thing! we need to get out there and get with people we don't know, do you know how boring it is to get with the guy who has a small fry dick?'
smiling to yourself, you slowly remembered the position that you were in.
releasing a heavy sigh, you turned around from the bar and faced the guy, leaning back on the counter as you mentally prepared yourself for how this could go - knowing a man.
yet, the guy looked kinda worth talking to. had a a crazy haircut of a mullet and his violet eyes only seemed to bore into your soul. he had that loser look to him, that was totally your taste.
maybe entertaining him wonât be so bad, you thought to yourself.
âwell are you just gonna stare at me, or give me an answer.â with the way he had phrased it you would have thought he wasnât even asking at this point.
damn, you were caught checking him out. the bit of liquid courage that you had earlier pushing you to some sort of false confidence.
âhm⊠i dunno, do i really need to answer you though?â teasing him as if this could go well with a random man practically caging you between him and the bar.
thought, you had noticed he was standing close, but not close enough where you had no room to walk out on him. points for bare minimum respect, i guess.
letting out a âtchâ as he rolled his eyes with a faint smile, he took in the sight of the empty barstool next to you. it was close to assume that he was going to get comfortable.
and you had two choices, practically walk away the moment he sits down to give him the blatant subtle hint that you werenât interested... or sit and entertain his seemingly harmless ass.
you picked the latter once you saw him situate himself on the barstool facing the bartender as you faced the dance floor.
âgrab me a beer.â
staring at him from your peripheral. he has a really nice side profile, with his loose bangs or whatever youâd call them, plus his jaw and whole facial structure was just calling to have you grab him and make out with him.
okay wait, were you ovulating�
you tried hard not to make it look like you were checking him out again but with how imaginative you were getting with your thoughts, he could have practically heard them and gosh was he annoyingly observant.
actually no, you were already so far drunk, unaware to the fact that you were practically eye-fucking him.
turning around to face you, he stared at you with his face on his palm.
âdo you have a staring problem?â
quickly trying to save yourself. âno, do you?â
letting out a snicker at that. âyea, iâm really getting the idea that you arenât from these parts.â
well of course you arenât. because there's no way you'd be talking to the owner of the club like that, right?
giving him a knowing smile, you shifted and turned around to face the bar.
âand what makes you say that?â
âi donât know, itâs just something about you.â
fighting back the urge to laugh in his face at the utterly predictive lines he was pulling you with, you let out a sigh to brush it off and played with the glass rim of your drink as he took another sip of his beer.
âsooo, you donât talk much?â
mirroring his prior actions, you held your face in your palm and held a not so shy look.
ânah, but you seem to do.â
âactually no, iâm just trying to get to know youâŠâ
holding a smile at how you were actually falling for his words - blame the fact that he was attractive. you really shouldn't be this easy though.
âhmm, i guess you are.â
exasperated at what you just said back to his flirting trials, he let out a pretty loud sarcastic comment.
âwow. you really canât give me something to work with here?â
laughing at his outburst, âwell, what do you want me to say? arenât you the one who said that you want to get to know me.â
with an unprecedented amusement to yourself, you watched as he inhaled and brought out the glass of beer onto his lips, slowly drinking it all in and leaving you with nothing but his striking adam's apple...
where on closer inspection, was that a tattoo? too drunk out of your ass to really check it out. he on the other hand was sure to notice your brief gaze on his throat.
placing the glass down, he tried to clear his throat to try and garner your attention back to his face, anywhere else but there.
still you seemed distracted, so he did what any other person would do in his place.
'your name, how about this?'
looking back at him with the mention of your name. he took that as a sign to continue.
'you should come around here more often, it brings a new vibe to the place.' patting your shoulder uncharacteratsically as he took his leave.
left a bit perplexed at the fleeting touch from him, you turned to see where he was going but he only seemed to have disappeared among the crowds.
and damn you never even got his name, but wait... how did he even know your name?
author's note: wooo!! debut post! rindou was probably very oc but i just wanted to write something for him.
you could never get tired of admiring your husband heian era!sukuna âĄ
most people couldnât look at him for long.
the moment they caught sight of him, their eyes dart away. some out of fear, or some out of disgust. they believe a creature like him isnât meant to be looked at.
you think they are all blind.
the evening is quiet, lantern light casting a warm glow across the room. it has become part of your nightly routine before bed, these quiet moments spent with your husband after the day has settled.
sukuna sits against the bed frame, one pair of arms folded while the other rests loosely across his lap.
his crimson eyes follow you as you crawl toward him. you sit down beside him and gently take one of his hands, then another.
his brows rise as he looks at you expectantly.
you compare them, turning them over in your palms. thick fingers, calloused skin, veins running beneath flesh capable of tearing apart crowds.
yet you trace them carefully, as if they are something precious.
âfour arms..â you murmur.
âyou say that as if youâve only just noticed,â he says, clicking his tongue after.
you move closer, inspecting the markings that wind around his skin. your fingertips follow the dark lines traveling over his wrist and shoulders.
âtheyâre beautiful.â
he looks at you, and you swear thereâs a faint blush adoring his cheeks, even though heâs heard you say so many times before.
beautiful? no one has ever used that word for him before you.
you continue before he can respond.
your hand slides to his chest, tracing the markings there as well, and you can feel his gaze burning into you.
then your attention lowersâ to the second mouth resting on his stomach. the feature that causes most people to recoil.
you start to lean forward, but sukunaâs eyes narrow. âwhat are you doing?â
âhm?â
his stomach mouth opens slightly, revealing sharp teeth, just to close again.
you examine it with genuine curiosityâ it is quite the most strange part of him, and therefore something you want to understand even more.
without hesitation, you press a small kiss on top of it.
ââŠwhy are you looking at me like that?â you ask after coming back up.
for perhaps the first time in centuries, the king of curses looks genuinely caught off guard.
âwhat was that for?â
you tilt your head, and one of your hands come up to trace his lower lip.
âi do kiss these as well, no?â
a low, strange sound escapes him, a little similar to a low laugh.
you shift your attention upward again, this time toward the smaller eyes beneath his main pair.
youâve always found them quite interesting.
carefully, you brush your thumb beneath one. âso you can see from them as well?â
âobviously.â
you continue to examine him shamelessly.
the shape of his face, then the markings crossing his cheeks. the extra eyes.. the sharp angles of his features.
every detail. every part others fearâ you love looking at them, love memorizing them.
when you finally look up, sukuna is already looking at you, a little amusement written over his expression.
âwhatâs so amusing?â you ask.
two of his hands rise, and two large palms settle against your cheeks. the contrast between his size and yours is almost comical.
âjust why are you so different?â his thumb brushes across your cheek.
for a moment, neither of you speaks, then you lean forward and kiss one of the markings on his face.
âwouldnât be here if i was like everyone else, hm?â you reason.
A/N. ALRIIIIIIIGHT I heard you babygirls ab Zuko okay?! And he just kept remindig me of Sugu soâŠ
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - 6 rounds.
Your neighbor Toji has been eyeing you for a while.
Of courseâone could argue that that was simply due to the structure of this place. It was one of those shoebox apartments; deceptively smaller-looking on the outside, with a pitiful few sprigs of a garden and an elevator that never worked. The only thing the exterior got correct was just howâŠintimate youâd be with your next-door neighbor.Â
And you knew all too well.
When you first moved, youâd walked the few steps it took to knock on your neighborâs door - Fushiguro, the nameplate said - and you were met withâŠthe most attractive man youâve ever seen.
Off-color undershirt. Tall stature.
A body that couldâve been handcrafted by the gods themselves as he lifted a muscular arm up to grasp the door frame. âTch. Whatever youâre selling, weâre not buying.â
But you werenât put off - because youâve been eyeing Toji, too.
And the moment you saw him, youâve been wanting to ride that man dry.
But perhaps that was too much for an introduction to your next-door neighbor, no? That was probably more of a second meeting thing- hah. And so youâd hastened to explain that you were actually the new tenant, handing over the bundle of cookies that youâd baked for the residents you were close to.
And Toji had looked at the cookies, and at youâŠ.and at the cookiesâŠand at you- before ultimately sticking his head outside and glancing down the hallway - as if to make sure that this really wasnât some superior marketing tactic.Â
And yes, he really had just gotten free cookies.
Finally, he raised a dark brow at you and smiled - or at least what you imagined was a semblance of a smile. Just the slightest quirk of his scarred lips. âHehâŠweâll get along. Nice to meetcha, Iâm Fushiguro Toji.â
And just then, Fushiguro Megumi had made an entrance at the wafting smell of freshly-baked treats. Immediately tugging the bag out of the manâs hands and taking it for himself-
You promised Toji that youâd make another batch for him.
And so you did. And so you baked, you accompanied Toji shopping, you helped him move away from giving poor Megs instant ramen for dinner all the timeâyou even got to bake in their kitchen when your oven once broke down.Â
Thus. After a few months, Saturday nights often looked like an amalgamation of both your previous routines; with you ignoring your managerâs overtime phone calls to put on your favorite show and indulge in some selfcare. Toji with his pen out and his eyes squinting at the latest jockey racing results- dammit, Haru Urara lost again.Â
Down the hall, Megumi was fast asleep.
All in his apartment.
You canât remember the last time youâd wound down in your own- but before you can consider what that meantâŠTojiâs throwing his pen down. He heaves himself up from the brightly-lit dining table to sit down beside youâgaze narrowing at the half-shitty soap opera youâd put on to pass the time. âWhatâŠthe hell is that?â
âA show.â You retort.
âI get that- hah, you think mâstupid?â Toji rolls his sage green eyes. And before you can reply with something smart, heâs gesturing half-heartedly at the screen before him. âI mean- why the hell is there so muchâŠcrying and moaning.â
Your gaze snaps to the quickly-shifting scenes on-screen, âThat is, uhâŠâ In the few seconds youâd looked away to scour Tojiâs library for a book that wasnât a sports magazine or a Haru Urara fanbook, it seems the plotline on the TV had takenâŠa far more different route. âSex.â
âYou think I fucking donât know whatâs-â As youâre laughing your head off, Toji cuts himself off and pinches the top of his nosebridge. Surely to ward off his oncoming headache.
You always did do that to him. In the best way.
And after a deep breath, he gestures idly at the screen once more. Or more specifically: the way the love interestâs eyes widen in shock, mouth dropping as he looks between where they were connected. Heâs saying something that makes you still, âWhy is he talking aboutâŠcumming dry? Thereâs no way thatâs fuckinâ real.â
âIt is?â Youâre peering at him in confusion. âIt literally is?â
Toji crosses his beefy arms, âNo way.â
âYouâre going to argue with science, Toji?â
âMâjust saying- itâs never happened to me.â He retorts.
And the words are out of your mouth before you can stop them- ââŠIs that a challenge?â You regret them as soon as theyâre entering the tense air, making the older man stiffen beside youâ
And youâre just about to apologize and bow yourself out of the awkwardness when-
âOh you can fucking try.â
Itâs how you find yourself being guided to Tojiâs single bedroom - no matter how many times youâve been in his apartment, youâve strayed far from here - and sprawled out on his vast mattress. Legs straddling his hips. Hands braced on his pecs.
Youâre grabbing a nice feeling of them and it makes the beefy man groan. Heâs peering up at you through his jet-black bangs, only half-covering his smoldering gaze. âSoâŠ? Iâm fucking hot, yeah, but youâre just gonna stand there ogling me orâŠâ
âSo humble, too.â You scoff.
And then youâre fiddling with the drawstrings of his sweatpants to take his thiiiiick, reddened tip in a single swoop - or at least try to. He grins, âYeah. And donât forget big.â
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.
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Toji Fushiguro fucks you - or itâs more like youâre on top nâ bouncing your hips down onto him - so that you wonât forget it.
So that youâre feeling the lilâ twinge of pressure between your legs once youâre walking out of this damn room, so that youâre feeling the remnants of his cum glued creamily to your pussy. It better feel empty without him in there - and Toji has one palm of his pressed up against your gaping mouth, so that you wonât wake Megumi.
And the other one of his was latched your left hip.
Gripping lovingly onto the flesh there and lurching your hips up and downâfaster and faster. Moving. Manhandling. Because with just a few strokes of his sheer girth, youâre seemingly dickmatized.
And leaving it aaaaaall up to Toji to guide nâ prod.
To angle your hips in figure-eights so that he can feel his cum swirling inside. Stirring it with his glistening cock. âAtta girl.â Toji gruffs out at the feeling of being utterly slathered by your walls. âAnd what was that about cumming dry? Hah- because mâstill rock-hard and the only one having trouble here is youââ
âYouâre trouble.â You huff.
âNot what I said.â He snickers. Before his handsome face leans upwards and licks off a stray tear dangling from your cheek, âBut youâre lucky youâre- hck! cute. And how many rounds was that, huh, doll?â
âSix.â
âGood. And how many rounds have I cum dry?â
âZeroâŠâ Huffing at the smug look on his face- oh, how you wanted to wipe that off. Oh, how you wanted to make him eat his wordsâand perhaps without even realizing it, youâre jerking your hips stubbornly back and forth.
It wasnât matching up to the controlled place that he was slamminâ away at the back of your cervix- but it sure was something.
Your velvety walls were utterly drenched in Tojiâs hot cum by now - and that just made it so much easier for you to ground your feet into the mattress nâ take him. All of him. All of those crude, curved inches of him that opened you up perfectlyââB-but donât think that youâre gonna get off that easily.â
âOh yeah?â A moan hatches at the back of his throat- botched exhales. âAnd whatâs different about this time, huh?â
âThis time-â Fuck, Tojiâs grin spreads in a feline way across his face. He was looking at you through half-lidded eyes, vision just a little blurred from pleasure, and there was an almostâŠwolfish hunger in them that makes you answer- âThis time I donât have enough space.â
And that makes one of his brows raise, âHah?â
âI said it.â To emphasize your point, youâre parting your thighs just a littleâalmost difficult with the way his sap had them glued together. The milky-white ribbons of Tojiâs cum leakinâ out of your poor pussy, so much of it that itâs dripping down and making his black curls there glisten. âLookâŠâ
Tojiâs pants slightly quicken at the sinful sight.
âNext time, you better not cum so much again- or else sânot gonna fit.â
Scoffing, he runs a thumb freely between your pussylips- and pushes in a few of the escaping wads. âAnd what if I justâŠmake it fit.â Along with the fat edge of his thumb. âJuuuust like this.â
Youâre wracking with shivers at the sudden intrusion, âWhat- cock so sensitive you canât stop cumming?â Though you really liked it - with how much he was flooding your cunt every time - and he knew it, too.
âPussy so whiny she canât handle one more?â
âYou wish.âÂ
And thatâs earning you a good spankinâ on top of your pussylips.
One. Two. Three.
Without pause. Soon, your cuntâs feeling utterly raw in the aftermathâand youâre clinging onto Tojiâs firm deltoids for dear life.Â
But that didnât mean you were going to back down anytime soon.
NoâŠinstead, youâre using the sudden grip to steady your weakened hips. With your two knees squeezing either side of his obliques, and your back arched into a curvature that makes his mouth water - youâre meeting Tojiâs sloppy pace. Pushing him back down by the shoulders and taking over the sloppy paceâ
Tojiâs tipping over onto the pillows now. Youâre smack-smack-smacking your hips down onto his at a jackhammerinâ cadence - faster than even he was, perhapsâŠ
And itâs that fact that makes him breathe, âO-oh, okay.â Tojiâs unsure where to put his hands- so youâre swiftly taking them into yours and making him puuuuush down on your bloated stomach. The wads of his cum glisten down your thighs, catching the dim lighting of the bedroom. âThis is new.â Never has anyone ever tried to take charge of him.
And there was something so hot about it.
Something so irresistible about that determined set of your brow. The way youâre ruined on his cock and attempting to desperately make him even more so. The way youâre squeezing your cunt so tightly around his lengthâdragging your walls down it. And up. And down.
Your hamstrings ache as you ride. Your pussyâs grabbinâ him all over from the veeeeery crowned top- and then down to his thickened hilt.
Milking him is the only expression he can use to describe the motion.
âNew as inâŠâ Youâre feeling the smile stretch across your face, milking Tojiâs cock was all he was worth. Your hips accelerate. â-going-to-make-you-cum-dry sort of new? Or?â
Another spank- this time, right on your clit. âD-donât get ahead of yourself.â
Pushing him down from attempting to take control of the pace once more. Youâre throwing your head back and riiiding out his erection the way you like it - âMâjust sayingâŠyou just stuttered.â His breath hitches at your response- âSo victory might be closer than I thought.â
âIâŠâ
âAwww. Is the big, bad Toji Fushiguro speechless for once?â
âOh, fuck you.â
But, truly, he could feel the pressurized build-up at the base of his cock. Starting off small. Starting right above where his balls were twitchinâ and aching - and then moving up, up, uuup every single inch to angrily throb at his tip.
Furious, furious.
It had barely even started yet, and somehow Toji already knew that it was something different from all those orgasms that came before it. And so heâs clenching his eyes shut and gritting his teeth as he feels it overcoming himâ
âFuh-fuck.â Heâs out-of-breath just from the first wave. And desperately - pathetically - Tojiâs hoping to anything thatâd listen that it wasnât a dry orgasm. Heâs pleading. Heâs mentally on his knees and begging-
And thenâŠwith a sudden buck of his hips Tojiâs round, blushinâ cockhead strikes the bottom of your pussy. Itâs then that heâs realizing that perhaps manifesting really doesnât work for some old bastard like him- because he doesnât even have to feel the contrasting wetness of your cervix to already know.Â
To realize that though his bliss was searing through his body in waves-
His cock was dribbling out absolutely nothing.
Six rounds and heâd finally lost it.
The rush of his orgasm coursing through him, accompanied by the inexplicable emergence of nothing more. His achingly hot tip can do nothing more than stick deep into your pussy nâ swerve around the bundled-up wads of cum there. Not adding. Not taking.
Horny embarrassment mingles with his broken pride; and Toji clenches his jaw as he peers up at youâyou and that damn accomplished smile.
Youâre fluttering your lashes innocently down at him- âYes, Toji? Got anything else to say about cumming dry?â
âNoâŠâ He reluctantly admits. Before spitting out -âWhat else does that TV show have?â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - 10 rounds.
You didnât expect your husband to be anything but a gentleman.
Who would?
Nanami Kento was the epitome of everything one would want their partner to be; he was sweet, he was patient, he was intelligent in many waysâbut most of all, emotionally. He loved you at your best and he loved you when you didnât feel so - and thus, he was the man that stood before you at the altar.Â
Donned in a dark hakama. Blond hair slicked back.Â
Rose-gold ring glistening on one hand.Â
Stating vows to love one another from here onwards and forevermore; and heâs never meant anything more. Nothing has been truer in his entire life.
The celebrations were uproarious- not from Nanamiâs end, but rather from your elated friends. Your new husband sat beside you silently during the reception, making sure you were eating well and that the air conditioning at the venue wasnât too coldâthough when he did get a few beers in him, he kept whispering from a scandalously close proximity how beautiful those robes looked on youâŠhow much better it might look offâ
You remember during this time that Shoko had tottered by - held up by weary Utahime - and blessed the two of you ten times over. Ultimately clapping Nanami on the shoulders and telling him to take good care of you.
And to not disappoint you on your wedding night-
But that was around the time that Utahime had decided that your brown-haired friend had taken one too many vodka shots. No chasers.Â
And sheâd dragged her away whilst you and Nanami sat hot-under-the-collar in your seats. Avoiding much eye contact - because surely most could guess what was bound to happen at the end of the reception, the farewell.Â
And so had come the wedding night.
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.
.
The two of you had barely made two steps into your five-star wedding suite before the expensive wedding clothes were falling to the floor.
And Nanamiâs gotten you pressed into the most delicious full nelson on top of the rose petal-covered mattress. Cock heavy and hard. Those crimson flowers forming a heart underneath your two tangled bodies, and Nanamiâs cock echoing the most lewd slurps nâ squelches.
Itâd only gotten louder throughout the night- as Nanami swabbed the droplets of his creamy white cum inside you. Just married and he was already stuffing you fullâ
Four hours and hours. Making you cum through each one.Â
As a gentleman should, of course.
You think itâs around the tenth or so round when your headâs tipping stupidly backwards - resting against his firm collarbone - as Nanamiâs burnished red cocktip rams into your g-spot again. Glued using a few webs of his seed, itâs a carnal sensation that sets your teeth on edge, and the blond-haired man crushes you closeâ
âSh-shitâŠâ Youâre keening out, voice taking on a shrill pitch. âKento- oh, nghââ Barely able to speak through the loooong, thorough thrusts that he was planting inside you. âI n-never knew you could be soâŠâ
Another hard slam! that leaves your ears ringing. And Nanamiâs tone husked to almost nothingness as he asks, âYes, my loveâ?â
âRough.â Crying out.
Though they were cries of utter pleasure- of wanting him to continue. Because in the years that youâve known him, Nanami Kento has never fucked you like thisâhas never fucked you the way he was hammerinâ mean strokes into you on your wedding night. Harsh plap! after plap! of skin-on-skin.
Of his stinging pink pelvis pushing into yours.
And your husband moves at a carnal pace - muddled brain unable to process anything more - once he feels your limp hips slippinâ out from above him. Covered in a thin layer of sweat and slick leaking like a waterfall between your glossy pussylips. âSh-shit, Kento, mâgonnaâŠâ
âIâve got you, my love.â Nanami wraps his bulky arms underneath both legs and hauls you upwards.Â
âOhâŠâ Your jaw drops, âYouâre just moving me so easily.â
He merely chuckles at your cuteness- were you cockdrunk already?
And once youâre in proper position, laid out on top of the toned line of Nanamiâs abdomen, he gently removes his arms. Youâre almost disappointed at the massage of his flexing muscles- but before you can miss him too much, your newly-wed husband has them latched onto you again.
This time, in a headlock.Â
Left arm looped around your pretty throat.
Right arm slithered between your legs and squeezing your clit immediately.
You buck up at the sudden burst of pleasure- stars behind your eyes. Moans ready at the tip of your tongueâ
âShhhh shh shh, I wouldnât want whoeverâs next door to hear my- haaaah, beautiful wifeâs sounds. Iâm a protective man, darling.â He murmurs throatily behind you, âUnless itâs that new last name of yours.â
So gone by the way his round, throbbing tip was bulldozing into you until your toes curled- âN-new last nameâŠ?â Itâs taking you a little while to register it.
But Nanami Kento always was a patient man, wasnât he? And so heâs simply nodding, leaning down and spittinâ straight between your pretty lips to claim that mouth as his own- and his as yours. Of course. âYour last name.â He responds. âMrs. Nanami.â
The mere sound of it is enough to make you shudderââOh.â
âOrâŠyour last name is mine, too.â Nanami hums to himself- now so utterly gone on the idea of it all. Of marriage. Of the fact that youâre his wife - his wife. He tightens his headlock and kisses your temple gently, âItâs actually why mâa little moreâŠrough, today, my love. Youâll have to forgive me.â
âI l-like it.â Youâre replying, âAnd this is all because of- hngh, our wedding night, Kento?â
âNot quite.â
And youâre feeling cum glue to your cervix as youâre bucking downwards- but of course, your husband would never keep you waiting long. With a simple kiss to that wedding ring you were wearing, he raises your left hand up, up, upwardsâto grip at his golden tresses. Youâre going to need it.
Because in the next few seconds, Nanami then plants his feet further flatly on the mattress and drills his cock up into you. Tunneling. Mazing. Bashing his ruddied tip against every sweet spot.
He was fucking you like he hated you - and the creaking bedsprings would agree - but oh, how he loved you so.
The sheer amount of pleasure that courses through you was almost numbing.
And without further ado, youâre babbling out the sweetest whimpers nâ whines of his name. Nanamiâs breath fanning your face hotly as he leans in and whispersââItâs because youâre my wife.âÂ
Lightning strikes you to your very core.
You could feel your high imposing.Â
Nanamiâs honed canines nip at your earlobes, âItâs the same but not-â He continues, throat growing more nâ more ragged with grunts, the more the thrusted inside. âItâs what Iâve been dreaming for this entire time- fuck, but itâsâŠsoâŠso much better.â Voice shattering at this very moment. âDarling, itâs like I canât stop.â
And he fully meant it.
Youâre clawing at the beefy expanse of his forearms as he accelerates, your high starting to shoot and crackle with no end-
âIâve tried.â Nanamiâs voice sounds hollow, echoing with something far more primal than youâve ever heard of him. And hit thrusts- oh, his strikes were so toe-curling. âIâve triedâbut I just canât seem to. Iâve told myself, Iâve made myselfâŠâ The most sinful squelch! wrenches from your pussy as he rolls over your clit and makes you cum once more, âBut no matter how hard I tryâŠI just canât seem to stop wanting to cum inside my wifeâs pussy.â
âK-Kentoââ Your back arches- lights flashing behind your eyes. âInside- please.â
âThatâs exactly the problem.â He sounds like a man maddened. âI need to see this pussy drippinâ wet with my cum.â Youâre shivering as he runs the flatness of his thumb between your cuntâs folds, just so sensitive that the barest graze leaves electricity zapping through your body. âNine time- nine fucking times-â He rarely swore. â-and I still feel the urge to watch her try to gulp me up. To watch her overspill. To feel her soppinâ wet right down to the wombââ
Breathless with need. âThen do it, husbandâŠâ
âI canât help myself.â
And then Nanamiâs cumming.
Like heâd always planned to, of course. But the only problem was that this time - the tenth - heâs feeling nothing but the smallest trickle of cum. Just the faintest few ounces.
And then nothing more- although it feels like heâs still pouring out as much as it takes to flood you.Â
It hits him instantly that heâs cumming dry.
And Nanamiâs mouth drops, blond lashes fluttering just a bit as he takes in the situation. No matter how many times he was draaagging his vein-covered cock in and out of your channel, it only left him as dry and overstimulated as ever.Â
Tears pricking behind his eyes, Nanami gasps. âThis feels like a-a premonitionâŠâ
âOf?â You blink.
âThe fact that this nightâs not over yet.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - 8 rounds.
âPlease- nghââ The sound that leaves you is far too pitiful for your reputation. How could you have ever thoughtâŠâP-please, I beg of you-â
âOh? You beg of me, hm?â Getoâs words were just dripping with amusement, and his smile presses up against your throat. Clammy. Pulse thundering. That beautiful long hair of his was completely untied and falling over the sides of your body, strands tickling down your arched back- it was like a cloak of night. And so was the firebending master.
Youâre throwing your head back and keeningââMore.â
âYou beg more of your enemy?â
What treason. What treachery.
How did you even get here?
You could blame all the training; all the long nights and the countless days spent by the water, the feeling of power rippling through your body as you mastered it. It was no secret that the Fire Nation and the Water Nation were at war.
These were the days that would end up as history, after all.
But you just wondered whether this battle wouldâŠbetween one of the best of the Water Nation - you - and the Fire Prince himself. Geto Suguru.Â
Announced as next-in-line to the throne. The man your age with a fear-striking reputation that ran far and deep. And treacherous.Â
It was a siege planned by the group of rebels you were a part of, and it was simple: attack the Fire Nationâs Royal Palace and end their bloodline once and for all. And for that, youâd have to take care of the prince himself.
Little did you know that what had begun as a one-on-one fight between the two of you at highly close quarters would turn into somethingâŠ.else entirely. As youâd straddled him during combat and prepared to call upon your powers - chest heaving, eyes locked - you had no idea who leaned in first. You had no idea which one of you was the first traitor.
And so here you wereâŠ
Knees digging into the hard floor of the Fire Nationâs Imperial Dojo, mouth slobberinâ out lungfuls of moans. Your head throwing backwards and hitting the prominent collarbones of none other than your sworn enemyâGeto Suguru.
Who was fucking his hard, red-hot cock into you like he hated you.
And he probably did.
And yetâŠand yet- he canât stop himself from lunging his needy hips forwards and slamming French kisses into the back of your cervix. Those nice, gooey depths that welcomed him with such fervour it almost made him laugh. But despite how bemusing it might be, Geto knows he should stop. He knows he needs to adhere to his dutiesâŠbut here he was again.
And again and again.
Runninâ on his seventh round, where heâs ruggedly pulling his vein-covered cock in and out of you. He fucked mean. And he was only getting meaner as he cranes his neck forwards, digging his pearly white canines into the crook of your neck.
Harder and harder.
âN-nghâŠâ Itâs just barely-there. Sneakily, Geto muffles that broken noise emanating from the back of his throat - meanwhile, youâre left moaning once his hot sap starts to fill your cunt up once more.
Just the cutest few drops - drooling - before he immediately pulls out and sprays those satiny ribbons down your outer pussy. Coating a few milky-white layers on top, he then rubs his swollen nâ sap-glossed tip uuuuup and down your pussylips; a few times before plunging back in again. âM-moreâŠâ
Itâs so quiet and pitchy that he barely hears it. But Geto Suguru wasnât the nationâs fiercest warrior for nothing- âPardon?â Those amethyst eyes of his widen at your request. It took a lot to surprise the Fire Prince, but nowâŠheâs leisurely blowing the jet-black bangs out of his face to peer at you. âRepeat that.â
âIs that a command?â You bite.
And what youâre getting in response is a quick swat on your left ass cheek. Getoâs trained fingers were purposefully increasing their body temperature, leaving his imprint sizzling on your skinââIt is.â That chiselled body of his leans his weight even further down on you, massaging you with smooth, perspired abs. His long tendrils tickle your neck, âAnd what do you have to say to that, smallfry?â
âI sayâŠâ Youâre whispering.
Leaning down even closer- practically pinning you beneath him. âMhmmmm?â
âFuh-fuck you.âÂ
You werenât repeating a single thing.
Turning your head âround to spit at him. Right across his face.
Except; Geto Suguru anticipates this very moment to leave his unfairly pretty lips ajar and let you spit in his mouth. Straight into his mouth. Youâre watching in slow-motion as the glittery wad enters past his maw, getting smeared as the firebender then crashes his lips onto yours.
Such a filthy, filthy kiss.Â
Youâre moaning deep into his mouth Geto roves his hips back nâ starts prodding even harder. Even harder. With the red, spherical tip of his cockâhe enters your womb and lingers for a bit. âNowâŠâ Another slap. âThat isnât a very nice thing to say, princess.â
You gasp. He knew.Â
That lineage youâd fought to keep hidden, for years upon years as you trained and grew stronger, noticed so easily by the prince himselfâŠ
Two royals tangled in something you couldnât discern from passion and a fight.
Getoâs smile spreads against your mouth, and his hands come pummeling down in a rapidfire smack-smack-smack on your ass cheek. Temperature raising at the tips of his fingers. Itâs practically sizzling- âWhat? Cock got your tongue?â
Another smack on your cunt. âShut up.â
âThaâs alright- you donât have to answer me.â He croons. Dragging out with the tip of his tongue- and his cock, the sheer sensitivity of your pussy means that now even the slightest hit at your g-spot makes you jumpâ
Only for Geto to drag you backwards with a single arm wrapped around your throat. His bulky forearm bulges as he traps you in a headlock; and youâre just starting to ogle his muscles as he rams and rams his trained hips into you. Accelerating. Dragging it down your walls even faster- âBut there is just one question I need to find out the answer to.â And that hand of his comes spankinâ down even harder. Smoothing along your ass cheek, âCan the Water Princess squirtâ?â
âFuh-fuck.â He was ruthless. If you thought that Geto was fucking you mean earlier, then you werenât ready for right now. Your hands claw at the flooring before you, âNo sooner than the Fire Prince can cum dry.â
It was the eighth round now and the both of you were gone.
With his hips pinning you down to the dojo ground. His headlock tighter than ever- veiny and muscular. The plump head of his cock drills into you so rapidly that it was nearly nothing but a blur of pinkâin and out. In and out.Â
Getoâs making it a few more sharp thrusts before he feels pleasure coiling at the pit of his stomach. And he canât have that - of course he canât cum before whoâs supposed to be his mortal enemy - so he squeezes his hand between your legs nâ rolls over that oversensitive nub with two fingers. Powerful fingersâhis heat was sizzling, a carnal sensation that you couldnât even begin to describe.
You yelp.
And though you couldnât exactly call on your waterbending at the moment, youâre still able to jerk your hips back nâ meet Getoâs thrusts.Â
Fucking him just as angrily as he was fucking you.
Again and again.
The dojo grounds around you two rumble as though the most passionate fight, before your head throws back and youâre feeling your orgasm hurtling into you. And without thinking twice, youâre reaching underneath your body and grazing Getoâs aching, pistoning cock- just the slightest wisp of your waterbending powerâŠbeing used to make your fingertips cold.
Cold to the touch.
Cold to contrast against his furiously hot cock.
With a flinch- youâre both tumbling into your highs.
âFuck- ohâŠfuck.â Youâwith your cunt soakinâ itself in the excess of your orgasm. Dopamine coursing through your veins and your eyes fluttering shut- your peripherals sprint to the back of your head. And your toes curlâŠâI can feel you cumming dry, Suguru.â
âSh-shut up.â
And so he wasâhis cockhead was flinching like heâd been spurting out ribbony wires of cum, his balls were clenchingâŠand yet there was nothing. It wasnât like the previous rounds when you had your deepest depths splashed in a sudden warmth- Geto, this time, was simply emptying out nothing.
Still fucking you ravenously through it-
âCumming dry.â Elongating his wave of bliss. Ramminâ into your g-spot like a button, just so you could feel the slightest bit of the overstimulation he was. Almost laughing to himself, âYou really fucking made me cum dry-â
âProblem, Fire Prince?â
âNot at all, Water Princess.â
And once heâs finally feeling it bate - his shaft having pumped out nothing throughout its entire duration - Geto presses his face into the crook of your neck and moans.
âBest of three then?â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - 3 rounds.
âBaby, I justâŠâ Chosoâs tone quivers, something deep and dark seeping into his words. They seemingly erupt from the back of his throat, against his own will, and hang in the air like a sudden spritz of perfumeâ
WaitâŠyou swear youâre smelling actual perfume.
Brows furrowing. Turning your nose upwards, you take in the fleeting flowery scent; before looking over your shoulder at where your boyfriend was standing.
It was a slow, sleazy weekend: time for just the two of you. The honks of cars were winding down, and sunset dripped from Tokyo cityâs roofs and foliage. The only time when Choso was allowed to refuse the missions that the higher-ups foisted upon him, and when you could decline your managerâs calls without feeling even the slightest bit of guilt.
Instead. He was supposed to help you bake cookies today, he was supposed to be padding into your shared kitchen nâ press a sweet, sweet kiss to your cheek - then insist he take over as he always does. He was supposed to beâŠnot this. Whatever this was.Â
Leaned against the dooframe. Head dropped. Hair loose. Breaths coming out in gusts. Choso had his Brother Bear t-shirt off and his bare chest flushedâdamp with perspiration. Itâs as though heâd been taken over by a sudden fever, ravaging through him, radiating heat through every single pore. Making his rosy cheeks flush even rosier as he jerks his dark, glazed eyes up to look at you.
And a sudden jolt goes through the both of you-
âChosoâŠ?â Youâre cautiously taking a step towards him- to which heâs surprising you by taking a step back. âBaby, what happened?â
âI-I justââ His voice hatches and cracks. Urgently clawing at himself. âRemember how I wasnât feeling too well in the morning?â
You nod, taking another step closer.
He scratches behind his neck - movements torrid and heavy. Lethargic. âSo I took a nap, and when I woke up it was just feelingâŠâ Almost subconsciously, Chosoâs hands snake down to the drawstrings of his sweatpants- fuck. And itâs just then that youâre registering the throbbing, aching bulge between his long legs. â-hot.â
Wordlessly, youâre looking at the calendar propped up on one end of the kitchen counter. Ahâthe realization makes your lips part. Todayâs date sticks out like a jagged nail, or - more accurately - like aâŠ
Your gaze flickers back down to where Choso mindlessly paws at his erection. Breathless. Heating up.
âCho, baby.â Youâre catching his attention once more. Chocolate brown eyes glisten with tears- âI think youâre in heat.â
A shiver crawls through his body.
And his jaw drops, âOh.â
Soon enough, youâre crossing the sizzling distance between you both and taking your agonized boyfriend by the hand. He flinches - just a little - as his skin touches yours- before youâre pulling him into a kiss and he simply meltsâmoans your name.
The two of you arenât making two steps towards the bedroom before Choso hugs you from behind nâ crushes his red-hot, sensitive erection into your back. Breathing out a barely-audible plea. And then youâre both crashing onto the floor - the half-curseâs hands tugging on your panties, your hands flying to his cock.
Heâs gotten you kneeled and arched into his scorching body temperature- before he reels backwards and funnels his cock in.
Just the very curve of it. Just the very tipâblushed red like a strawberry and twice as thick, heâs letting his eyes flutter shut as Choso cums instantly - instantly - at the feeling of your soaked pussy. The half-curse glues his hips to yours and starts spraying out satiny ropes of cum, âF-f-fuckâŠâ His bottom lip quivers so cutely.
âAlready, Cho?â Your purr.
It was just so cute. Because in the next few seconds heâs almost sobbing- âIâŠI canât help myself.â Pretty face coming down to press in the junction of your throat, plastered with hot sweat and tears.
âAwwww.â Youâre turning around to place a kiss on his cheek, âThat heatâs made my poor boyfriend so sensitive, huh?â
And Choso simply nods and nods- âBut mânot done yet.â Then youâre feeling the buzz of cursed energy- Chosoâs cursed energy. Youâre feeling your breath hitch as the technique of blood manipulation courses through his veins and renders his cock as hard as ever, flushed so hot you could feel him scorching between your swollen pussylips.
He just whimpers at the sensation. Blood manipulation always did leave him a little dizzyâŠ
Then his hips are hammerinâ away into yours as though he was hungry to reach every pulsing spot and nerve inside. Every ounce of space. That spongy layer of your cervix felt like fucking heaven to him, and he didnât know why butâŠbut something was calling at him to keep on pushinâ his bundles of cum even deeper down there. To keep hitting it over and over.
To give you looooong, textured drags from his tip to his foamed hilt.
To let the most sensual grunts emanate from his throat every time heâs feeling your soaked walls attempt to clench around him. Chasing after the sensation of him stuffing you full.
In more or less of a doggy position, youâre steadying your hands on the lust-red carpet beneath you- and bucking your hips up. He was sizzling hot.Â
Once.
It makes Chosoâs doey eyes widenâand heâs staring at you with bated breath. âWhat are youâŠâ
Twice.
The globes of your ass cheeks reach backwards and smack! his toned pelvis. That sugary scent in the air only seems to grow even stronger- âFuh-fuck, baby, thatâs dangerous. If you do that, mâgonnaâŠâ
Eyes glazing over twofold. A slick line of drool on the corner of his mouth.Â
Your own twitches in amusement- you had him absolutely wrecked in nothing but a few bounces. In nothing but a few figure-eights making his pupils run to the back of his head. Youâre bucking your hips back nâ forth to milk him even moreâ
âB-babyâŠâ
And that seems to be the last straw for the heat-struck Choso Kamo: whoâs lurching his needy body forwards. Pressing one large hand on the upper area of your spine, it doesnât take much for him to lean his hefty weight down and make you collapse onto the floor-Â
As youâre toppling - your boyfriend following closely behind as though stuck to you by superglue - heâs placing a forearm underneath your face. A soft cushion.
Making sure you donât knock yourself on anything- itâs the last act of kindness youâre getting before Choso drills his hips down and pumps out hot, glutinous cum into you again. Head throwing back. Adamâs apple bobbing at the sharp electricity shooting through himâso much of it. And so soon, too.
It must be an effect of the heat, heâs thinkingâŠor at least he would have had it not been for the state he was in.
Utterly ruined. Utterly pussydrunk.
Choso Kamo has his maw pressed in an open-mouthed kiss against the column of your throat, deep shivers wracking through his body as he whines nâ bucks. âB-baby, it just doesnât seem to stop-â His slippery shaft sticks into your g-spot and you gasp- âI donât know if it even can stopââ
Both in cumming- and in fucking you.
Without him even calling upon it, his blood manipulation rushes through his body nâ straight to his now-upright cock. Your poor, powerful boyfriend isnât given a single split-second to let himself go flaccid before his cursed energy takes over again.Â
Heâs rutting and rutting his body forwards. Mouth gaped open at the sensation, and his wet pants synchronizing with the even wetter plaps! of skin-on-skin. They were getting even louder, even sloppier, by the second as Chosoâs cum seeps out of your pussy nâ kept getting smeared between your legs.Â
Hamstrings aching. His abs massaging your back-
Your eyes kept fluttering shut at the sheer pleasure- it was just about past the second round and you still havenât gotten used to Chosoâs sheer size. Only growing and plumpening himself out even bigger as he kept tunneling between your legsâand you swear that damn heat of his left you even more dickmatized than usual, too.
Letting out the prettiest music to his ears as his curved cock slams into your g-spot once more. âMaybe I donât- hngh, want it to.â You babble out. âMaybe I need you to cum inside- oh, again.â
âOhhhh, donât say that.â Pelvis pressed up so harshly against your body that his happy trail scratches you in a way that was so carnal. And any time youâre shifting - Choso has his right hand wrapped around your throat and haaaaauling your weakened body backwards, âP-please donât say that.â It all comes out in a rush. âIf you do thenâŠâ
Youâre shivering as his nose runs down your throat- drunk on your pheromones. âThen?â
âThen mâgonna cum again.â He whimpers, âAnd this time I donât know if I can stop.â
And, truly, Choso could feel his next orgasm building and building at the pit of his stomach - and at the tip of his shaft. It was different than the two beforeâjust a bit stronger, just a bit more electric- he was feeling zaps of electricity shooting to every point in his body; every blood vessel and axiom inside him.Â
His mind was feeling foggier. His eyes were having a hard time keeping open just from the sheer pleasure of your velvety, wet pussy. Engulfing every inch of him. His hips were ramminâ sloppy strokes into you again and again and again until he-
âI-Iâfuck.âÂ
Until he finally explodes into his high.
Tears streaming down his flushed face. Mouth glued to yours.Â
One hand at your waist nâ swervinâ your hips around so that you can gobble up every ounce of seed he was streaming. ExceptâŠ
Chosoâs eyes shoot open once he realizes-
Except he wasnât cumming at all.
âBaby, wait.â Because the half-curse surely felt like he was cumming, he surely knew that heâd reached the peak of his pleasure nâ was stretching out that dopamine every time he plunged into you.Â
And he also knew that your wettened walls were squeezing out every drop like you knew, too, yet he just couldnât feel a single thing dripping out. Not a single thing.
Choso grips the base of his cock with furrowed brows, âI think IâmâŠâ
âNoooo, donât pull out.â Needily, youâre reaching behind and clawing at his wrists as he attempts to. Only for Choso to shake his head and replace his engorged cock with a few fingers - it wasnât as good as his entire length, but it was something.
And then he pumps and pumps his cock- if he couldnât fuck deep into you then maybe he could coat your pretty pussylips with his glittering sap. But the only thing heâs able to let out is nothing. Cumming dry.
âDry?â Youâre looking behind in interest, and itâs just then that heâs realizing he mustâve said that out loud. Fuck, heâs so gone. âThree times was too many, huh-â
âNo.â Choso interrupts, âNo- no, baby. Donât even think of that.â And heâs so tearfulâheâs so apologetic at the fact that he couldnâtâŠ
Cooing, âThereâs nothing wrong with that, Cho-â
âI know, butâŠâ And he hesitates, but the words disrupt from his throat anyways. â-something in me says I need to stuff you full of my cum until I canâŠhck- see your tummy bloat with it. Now.â
Your jaw drops at the sight of your innocent boyfriend uttering such words. Such dirty, dirty words.
And before you know it, youâre laid flatly on your back with Chosoâs handsome face looming over you. The air between you two charges with cursed energy once more, and his red-hot cockhead sliiiides between your pussylips.
Blood manipulation leaving him harder than ever.
He hisses, âTh-this time, I promise to you mâgonna cumâŠâ
âWhatever you say, baby.â Arms flinging around his broad shoulders.
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - 21 rounds�
You most definitely werenât going to survive, you think.
The Sukuna Estate has been in an uproar; though this time it wasnât by reason of an attack, a duel, or the Kingâs torrid temper. Surprisingly. This time, it was because Ryomen Sukuna had returned from a far-off journey - heâd heard some relative of the Kamo Clan was spouting nonsense about being able to match the four-armed sorcerer in terms of cursed energy, and had gone to put that to the test - and he was victorious.
Of course, he was victorious.
There was no time that he wasnât. In the few years that youâd volunteered yourself as one of Sukunaâs concubines, youâve never known the King to lose to an argument let alone a duel.Â
And of course, it must be said that Sukuna had numerous - if not hundreds - of women and men housed in his Estate. None coerced; the accepted concubines were more residents for his reputation, than anything. Stories had spread far and wide that he accepted those searching for pay, food, or simply a place to stayâand no intimate relations were a prerequisite for anything that they wanted. You could come at any time, you could leave at any time.
Heâd long since tired of mortal desires.
Except for the ones you stirred up, of course.
The stories of the Kamo sorcererâs pitiful defeat had also spread far and wide- and itâd been the subject of much laughter in the concubine quarters lately. In addition to the fact that - in his woeful attempt at snagging a win and a name for himself - the opponent had called on the help of several different clans (the Abe, the Zenin, the Fujiwara traitors) to ambush and attack Sukuna.Â
Though of course they were fallen. As were their men.
And according to the whispers, the death toll had reached the hundreds before Sukuna made his path back home. Back to youâŠif you were to be so presumptuous.
It wasnât a secret that you were his favorite- and the ministers of the Estate are coming straight to you to personally announce that the King was nearing. Youâre nodding sagely.
You knew what that meant - as it always did after a battle - that Ryomen Sukuna was hungry. The more struck-down opponents, the hungrier. Not for anything to consume or to refresh, but rather a starvation much more carnal and deeper withinâthe primal taste for flesh against flesh.
You were sitting in perfect poise and your smile hidden as the door to the master bedroom slams! open. The sliding door splinters on one end- and you shiver as you realize that this was going to be one of those nightsâŠhe was famished. The King removes his sokutai robes and lets them drop to the tatami floor with a heave, and then his deep footsteps pad over to you.
âMaster.â You start to bow-
âYou are aware I have a distaste for when you do that.â
Before youâre peeking up at him with a sly grin. âIâm aware. I just like how it riles you up so much, Kuna.â
His second mouth opens in guffaw.
And Sukuna raises one pink brow, âAnd I expect you are well-hydrated? For this night shall be long and merciless.â
You smile even wider.
.
.
.
One round.
Two.
Three.
Fourâ
It was just one round after the other. So many and so often; so many vicious slashes of Sukunaâs hips that already made you lose count- again and again. Your hands cascade down his thoroughly-built front to hold on for dear life. The windows were pulled shut, though you could feel the glowing of daylight behind it. The King was laid back against his oak headboard and helping you straddle his hips - your thighs crushed against the muscular, ridged area of his obliques as his cocks drilled into you twofold.
They were one after the other.
Thrust after thrust.
Stacked on top of one anotherâthe upper length was slightly longer than the bottom one. Numerous inches long. Tufts of dark-pink hair. Getting your inner thighs wet with globs of sweet, sweet cum that dribble out every time heâs pulling out-
And then ramming deeply back in again. Ravenous.
Heâs been cumming so many times this nightâbut he still wasnât done. He was still throbbing at his heavy balls, no matter how many puddles of sap swashed inside of you. He was still rock-hard and running on his monstrous stamina.Â
So many times that youâre swearing you feel your eyes sprinting to the back of your skull-
âAh ah-â One of his four hands lifts up to cup your gorgeous faceâŠor so you think. Instead, Sukunaâs straightening his hand out and swatting the side of your face- jolting you back to your senses.
Youâre whining as youâre pulled back. Nose crinkling in irritation, youâre looking at him: and ohâwas it a sight to behold. Sukunaâs incredible muscles were pumped up to be even bigger nâ bulkier as he manhandled you on top of him, sweat dripped from in-between his pink brows, and his second mouth stuck his tongue out and laps at his cursed lips with them. Before moving to yoursâŠ
Fervent moans crack at the back of your throat as Sukunaâs tastebuds glide-glide-gliiiiide along the sensitive inner parts of your thighs. Before spreading apart your pussylips and rolling over your clit.
As youâre shattering on top of him - your nth high coursing through you like a tidal wave - he chuckles. Both greedy mouths. âNot givinâ up so soon, are you, brat? Do not be like all those other humans-â He spits it out like acid, â-Iâve had to defeat today.â
âB-butâŠâ Babbling out stupidly. Your tears stream down your cheeks, your bottom lip quivers as his hips accelerate. âBut I am, humanââ
âWith a distinct difference.â He answers.
A few more merciless strokes and youâve given up all hope of attempting to meet his pace. His plap-plapping cadence. His hips against yours, causing such a searing sting that makes your spine arch into his sweaty body.
Into his cursed mouth that wraps its unbelievable length around one of your thighs and uses it like a lasso- tugs you closer to him. Like a ragdoll.
The very tip of his tastebuds start ticklinâ at your clit once more, and youâre feeling your body droop limply into Sukunaâs toned front. Your chin rests between his plush pectorals; and he reaches two beefy arms behind you to guide your hips. To perk you up nâ down, up nâ down, up nâ downâ
And with a third palm, the King shuts your drivelling maw- âBesides yourâŠslobber, you are above the title of just any human.â Those mean lips of his dip down to whisper into your ear, âYouâre my human. And I expect you to be my future Queen- the future mother of my children.â
A fourth and final one of his hands comes down to press on your cumflated tummy. Just the slightest pressure enough to make hot, white seed foam out of your pussy-Â
âThis royal pussy shall have to drink my cum up until we have an heir, yes?â
And you nod- you nod. Youâve spoken on the matter with the King of Curses before - a somewhat surprising occurrence - and both of you knew you wanted this.
Both of you were weakly pushinâ your hips firmly against his to milk out whatever ropey ounces of cum he was giving. He was flooding your insides. More and more; orgasms crashing into one anotherâSukuna cums deeply inside you again with both cocks and it still wasnât enough for him. âB-but how will we everâŠoh, how will we know itâs even taken, Kuna?â Sobbing.
Youâre looking down and itâs just an utter mess of creamy cum nâ the glossed-over tufts of his pink hair. Both bulbous tips twitching as they rammed inside you-
Sukuna smiles as he answers, âOhâŠgood question. Heh.â The inches of his tongue probe between your legs once again, though this time youâre feeling the ridges of his tastebuds enter your stuffed hole instead of merely grazing over your cunt. That prickly sensation glues to the back of your throat. âIf my counting is correct, this is about the 21st- ah, round.â Looking down at his muscular stomach for confirmation, his cursed mouth squelches! outward and hums in confirmation. âHow aboutâŠâ
âN-nghââ And you think if youâre about to cum, your body prevents you from it. Too pushed to its limits, you can only whimper and writhe on top of him-
And as youâre cumming with a mere few twitches, Sukunaâs cum seeps something hot and sticky in the back of your cunt. âHuman, milk your King until he canât cum anymore.â
Until heâs cumming dry?!
Your heart races as you wonder just how many more rounds that would take out of you-
Just how much more stamina does the strongest sorcerer of all time have? How much could he possiblyâ
Itâs as though he was expecting a far stronger fight from his sorcerer counterparts, so any and all pressure was being placed on your cunt now. With Sukunaâs driveling tips so hot nâ ruby-redâplummeting and plummeting between your swollen pussylips in search of drenching your pretty cervix white. He empties out a few more beads of pearlescent white before snickering, âDonât worry too much for your mortality, bratâŠâ
Your eyes flutter open- and heâs pulling you into a deep kiss. Through that, his reverse cursed energy courses through your own faltering body.Â
âIâll be done in one more roundâŠtwoâŠfiveâŠâ He murmurs, âPerhaps another twenty-one.â
⥠INO TAKUMA - 3.5 rounds.
âN-no, I promiseâŠâ Inoâs hiccuping hitches were just so cute- they interrupted him mid-sentence and made him sound as though he was pleading. âI promise- this time- now-â
âBaby, you donât have to force it.â Youâre cooing gently.
And he all but sobs- âNo- no, no noâŠI promise Iâm not too- hck! overstimulated to cum.â
ThoughâŠyouâre getting the sense that he really was.
Your proud, stubborn boyfriend was on his knees and beggingâhis chocolate-brown eyes wide, his brows furrowed, his bottom lip quivering in just the slightest way that was just the cherry on top. Ino gasps as he fists his cock even harder, dragging his palm down its left-leaning curve; again and again.
And youâre peering down at the man as he grows more and more frustrated with himself- at the fact that no matter how many times heâs jerkinâ his cock offâŠhe still refused to cum.
Or, at least, he did cum - just without the creamy white mess thatâd usually accompany it.
Three (and a half) rounds and Ino was cumming dry. Cumming nothing. With his body kneeled before you, with his mouth hoverinâ over your glistening wet pussyâheâd been making out sloppily with your pussy- all slathered in wads of his seed from rounds prior. Clenching and warm. And it was just the hottest thing heâs ever tasted.
So you really couldnât blame the guy for pulling on his reddened cock as he did soâŠbut that was precisely when disaster had struck.
When Ino had quirked the edge of his thumb underneath his sopping wet slit - just how you do it - and out cameâŠabsolutely nothing. Absolutely nothing and he was devastatedâ
âI-I donât understand.â Heâs babbling to himself. His gaze flickers between his angry cock and his even angrier hand- not smeared with cum. âI donât understand, I alwaysâŠâ
Softly placing a hand on his slim shoulder, âBaby, I told you sâokay.â
âBut itâs not okayâŠâ Ino mutters, tone practically a pout. He averts his face from your gaze, âI never last the rounds and rounds they do in books. And lately Iâve been going to the gym nâ everything more to increase my stamina, too.â
âIs that why youâve been buying dumbbells for the house, too?â You laugh, âAnd here I thought you were on some strange decorating spree.â
He juts his lower lip out, âDonât make fun of me, sweetnessâŠâ
âIâm not, Iâm not.â Youâre insisting. And without further ado, youâre holding either side of Inoâs sunkissed shoulders and helping him get up, standing his lanky body before you. Heâs dragged to your every whim and want; as youâre taking him by the hand and guiding him to the bed- before long youâre laying back in it with Ino hoverinâ above you.
Wrapping your feet around his small waist, you let his blushinâ cockhead kiss your pussylips. He shivers. âOh, fuck.â
âThatâs what Iâm doing.â Slyly, youâre letting him ease inside you- your poor boyfriendâs seeing stars at the sudden stimulation. His hips coming down to hammer his cock into youâ
But youâre stopping him with a leisurely hand at his hips, shaking your head with a smile as he stares down at you with teary eyes. A plea on his lips- âNow nowâŠâ Youâre cutting that sweet noise of his off with a tut, spreading your thighs apart even further nâ letting his rotund cock maze its way inside - sloooowly. âTake it easy, Taku. Easyâdonât worry, weâre gonna make you cum this round, mâkay?â
Heâs nodding jerkily- uncertainly. âY-you can really do that, pretty?â
âOf course.â Raising one brow, âDonât trust me?â
And heâs hastening to shake his head. Urgent and alarmed. âWhat- no.â And as though to prove this point, Ino leaves his hips at a complete standstill. Painfully so - for him. âNo, noâI would n-never not trust you, sweetness. I was just-â
âShhhh, I know, Taku.â Soothing him. You push away a tuft of chestnut-brown hair from his sweaty forehead, âI knowâŠâ
Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, youâre both staring down at the place where you were connected. His throbbing cock. Your glistening wet pussy.
And then youâre breathing out in a tone thatâs low and slowâpractically hypnotizing him the more of his inches heâs sweepinâ inside. âJust need you to fuck me, baby.â
Heâs shuddering as he bottoms out.
Deeeeeep; those inches are red-hot and vein-covered, massaging your walls as heâs sliding in. The crown of his cock is a circumference you could feel at your very throat- and Inoâs head throws back prettily as heâs hittinâ your cervix a few times. âSh-shitââ
Youâre holding back your giggle, âEverything alright, Taku?â
âNo- yes.â And after a few more sloppy strokes, he whines. âNoâŠâ
Because how could he be? Less than a few minutes ago, heâd been ruttinâ against your calves and cumming dry into his fist. Right now, he was feeling as though the pearly gates of heaven had opened up wiiiiiide between your legs nâ was sucking his soul with every passing second- even the tiniest slurps of your pussy meant his brow was furrowing.Â
The tips of his ears growing red, âI-itâs justâŠI feel like mâgonna cum again.â Ino babbles into your mouth- capturing it in a sinful kiss. âAnd I think mâgonna cum dry-â
âHowâd you know if you havenât done it yet, hm?â You ask, bouncing your hips up to meet his own. The smack-smack-smacking sounds between you two was all but deafening, âCâmon, baby. Cum inside- hah, fill me up again.â
âShit- now mâreally gonna cum soonâŠâ Heâs echoing out desperately. Pelvis ramminâ into yours- and it was already torturous enough for his aching shaft - pistoning deeper and deeper - without your body greedily pushing up into his.
And he feels his heart race as the grin stretches across your face, âGood.â Kissing the soft nape of his neck, it makes his tip ooze out just a little more milky drops of precum. They glue to the pulsating area of your g-spot. âBecause I really, reallyâmmpf.â
And before you know it, your sorcerer boyfriend has reached behind you and clasped- at the discarded ski mask that he was usually known to make.
The soft, fluffy cotton of it glues your mouth shut.Â
Muffling your lewd words to the back of your throat - you donât have a chance to get out whatever it is you wanted to say. Whatever it is you knew would drive him over the edge.Â
And yet, Ino Takuma was still completely and utterly ruined as he punctures his ravenous cock between your legs-
Over and over and over.
âOh- ngh.â The cutest little whimper leaves his throat, and Ino turns his big, tearful eyes towards you. âO-ohhh, pleaseâŠsweetness, mâreally not joking. Mâreally gonna cum this time.â
âMmmmââ Nodding fervently.
âI swear mâgonna do it.â Kissing your forehead in apology for the gag- though he could feel just how wet you were getting between your legs. The sheen of your slick soaks his pelvis, his v-line, and the upper parts of his own thighs. Burned slightly red with constant. âI s-swear mâgonna cum.â
âDo it-â You just barely manage out. Before getting cut off- with both the ski mask being pushed deeper into your mouth, and the squeeze of Inoâs slender fingers on your clit.Â
Making you see stars-
Toes curling. Back arching. As though a feverish sensation is taking over your body, making your skin perspire and your head throw into the pillows.
And just as your orgasm rages through you, Inoâs does, too.
This timeâŠheâs pumping and pumping his ruddied cockâdragging the luscious curve of it across every single sensitive spot and dip. Those bundles of nerves that he was mapping out. And itâs as if Ino was trying to milk himself - to drag out the wetness of his orgasm if it kills him.
And luckily for him, he doesnât cum dry.Â
Somewhat.
Heâs beading out a single drop of seed that gets pushed right to the back of your womb- smeared by the rotund curve of his tip.
And then Ino looks at you with watery, content eyes. âI-I did it, sweetness.â
âThat you did, Taku.â
âDâyou think I can cum again?â
⥠GOJO SATORU - INFINITY.
âHoney, Iâm home~â
Which would have been a completely ordinary greeting from your husband, of course. Which would never have made you think twice before you opened the door for him, of course.
ExceptâŠthere was one little issue.Â
The Gojo Satoru youâre married to was wide-eyed and crazed on your television screen; Mei Meiâs livestream of the Shinjuku Showdown was playing in 4K on your 115-inch TV. And from your standstill in front of the locked door, you could still see your husbandâs black t-shirt starting to tear through once he increases his Hollow Purple to 200% and bursts it right in the direction of Ryomen Sukunaâor more likeâŠthe Ryomen Sukuna that was inhabiting the body of your honorary son.
But that was semantics. Or so you liked to think to keep yourself sane in here.
It had been Professor Yagaâs idea to keep you home whilst the battle raged on - there was no telling where the King of Curses would go or attack to gain an upper hand on his opponents. Evil never fought fair. And it was here - in the humbleâŠbut not-so-humble abode of yourâs and Gojoâs penthouse apartment - that heâd cast the strongest veils.
Talismans and protective omens from far and wide. Around the world.
Over the years, Gojo had taken it upon himself to make your house the safest place in the world - a home for his homeâyou. He knew the burden that came with being loved by The Strongest, and this was the one thing he could do to alleviate it.Â
And it was perfect.
But thereâd be no home here without your husband. And your stomach twists as you watch the white-haired sorcerer break out in a grin when his compression shirt gets completely torn and his throat nearly slashed.
Sweat glimmers across his defined muscles, and youâre finding it so hard to look away. The battle was reaching a climax- you could tell by the wild look in Gojoâs eyes.
A blur of movements and another explosion of candescent purple-Â
And then the door clicks! open.
This canât be.
Surely, this canât be.
Gojo was still on-screen.
Gojo was crouching over the Kingâs chosen vessel and watching as the marked tattoos disappear from what is now - and hopefully forevermore - justâŠMegumiâs face. He seems to be sleeping peacefully, and the victorious sorcerer on-screen presses two fingers to the poor boyâs pulse.
Brows furrowed in concentration- or concern?
Before a brilliant smile breaks out across Gojoâs face- and he nods to some of the others off-screen. Then youâre seeing the livestream falter on a sudden rush of white coats and stretches, a few of the paramedics reaching for your wounded husband as wellâ
Before you blink and he disappears. The only evidence of ever existing at the Shinjuku site being the bewildered faces of the doctors- and you.
And the fact that that very same Gojo Satoru was before you know.
Chest heaving. Those cloud-white tufts of his hair were messy - a far cry from his usual updo.Â
And his eyesâŠoh, his eyes were harrowed.
Empty. Unfocused. As though his mind was still in the midst of battle- though his bodyâs natural instinct was to come to you. And though power still radiated off of him in waves, itâs nothing of the calm river of coldness that normally layered his body. This was a torrential rainâdrenching your living room, drenching the entire apartment.Â
Pure uninhabited cursed energy; the dam had broken now. The very space he enters drops a few degrees in temperature.Â
The very same man youâd kissed goodbye before his battle- now with a simple layer of debris and dust covering him. It left him almost ghost-pale, and you wanted to brush it off as though discarding such an omen - heâd won.
With nothing but a few cuts on his brows and his lip, some already healing across his arms, heâd won. And he was standing right before you.
Unsteady on his feet.Â
He slowly raises his eyes to the livestream behind you and comments, âAh- thatâs a little delayed.â And then his gaze drops down to you - finally, finally drops down to you - and he breaks out into a smile.
Brighter than any sun.
Gojo had escaped the arms of death and run straight to you.Â
.
.
.
âMmmm-mmpfgââ The blindfold muffles your mouth perfectly - which should be ironic, considering that all Gojo was thinking about during that damn battle was hearing your voice. At least one last time.
One last time.
And perhaps then, he could passâŠpeacefully.Â
But he hadnât; for who could be stupid enough to underestimate Gojo Satoru? Especially not Gojo Satoru himself. And so here he was: with his hot blindfold gift-wrapping your mouth, and his cock drivelling into you like he was a machineâ
In the lewdest doggy position possible; and you only wanted more.
Unable to vocalize, youâre fisting at the sheets- then behind at Gojoâs toned body. Clawing at those rippling obliques of his to try and draw him even further forwards. âM-moreâŠmmmpfore.â
Forwards and forwards.
Even deeper in.Â
The sudden change in angle makes Gojoâs puckered tip kiss up at your g-spot - even harder than before. And by now youâve memorized the exact length nâ circumference of himâthe exact measurements that were swabbinâ aside your wettened walls and tumbling into every spot you loved so much.
He knew every single one. Every single one.
And he was welcoming himself back- he was making sure youâd never forget him again and again and againâ
Gojoâs long since lost track of time- and he doesnât care. Hours could have passed, days could have passed - but the only thing that really mattered to him was finally having his hands on youâand his cock glued to the back of your pussy.Â
It was almost concerning how many times heâd stuffed your greedy orifice full - and yet, still kept on cumming. Cumming so long and hot inside you.Â
âOhâŠmmm.â Moans muffled. Lashes flickering shut. And your hamstrings ache with fatigue he couldnât feel because of his training - the man had just fought historyâs strongest sorcerer, for heavenâs sake.Â
And yet, Gojo wasnât feeling the slightest bit of lethargy as he loops one forearm underneath your hips and scoops your droopinâ hips back up. Plastering them against his own. Sweat and slick sizzles between your clashing bodiesâand Gojoâs voice cracks just a little as he asks. âMoreâŠ?â Breathless. Higher than usual. Your husbandâs eyes were wide and piercing- begging you for an answer.
His red-hot tip was just so ready to explode, and that syrupy white cum was already beginning to drivel out. To smear. To stuff inside. âT-tell me what you want, sweetheart.â He gusts his breath down your spine; absolutely scorching. âIs it moreâ?â
âItâs more- itâs more-â Sometimes, you wonder if he could read minds. And at the state that Gojo was in right now - you wouldnât be surprised. Just barely, youâre managing to utter coherent words through those merciless restraints, and oh, how he loved watching you gagging on his blindfold.
Filthy.
Tears flooding your gorgeous eyes. Your spittle cascading down in two streams- either side of your mouth.
Hot cum spills between your legs, and youâre still begging for more.
HahâŠGojo canât help but plant a loving peck on the side of your messy face. Humming, âThen mâgonna give you more.â
âYesââ Nodding, you plant your hands on the patch of mattress before you. Attempting to haul yourself up just a lilâ so that you could at least try and match his ramming pace-
âNuh uh, sweetheart.â Had this been anyone but Gojo, then you wouldâve found that smug tone of his oh-so-irritating. Just then, Gojoâs leaning his hefty weight over and pinning you down even further onto the mattressârubbinâ his blossomed cockhead across every inch of your cunt.
Youâre getting cut off mid-gasp.
Youâre fucking collapsing. And Gojoâs just colliding into you from behind.
Tangled up into such a mess; heâs drunkenly buckling on top of you and crashinâ and crashinâ his hips into you from above. Nose-deep into the crook of your neck. Mouth parted with constant sensual grooooansââWh-whatever my wife wantsâŠâ Heâs easily massaging your g-spot back and forth a few times, and then pulling all the way out with a resounding pop! â-your husband- The Strongest is gonna get it for you.â
âYes- yes, ToruâŠâ
âMâserious.â He says in a jagged tone. âYou wanted more?â The sudden confrontation of his words make you startle- and youâre giving him a quick nod. To which Gojo runs his buzzing fingertips between the sopping crevice of your folds, âThen mâgonna give you more. Hah, careful not to squeeze too tight.â
At that exact moment, you feel the airâŠstiffen around the two of you.
It was the same sort of tension youâd felt when Gojo had first entered the apartment: the presence of the worldâs most powerful cursed energy. It coiled around your bodies and set your skin alight- before focusing on one particular spotâ
Shockwaves run up your spine. And your husband reaches down to pat your stuffed pussy- âUnlimited void.â
You freeze. âM-mmpmfâŠ?â Youâve already talked about such uses of Gojoâs powers with him before - you just didnât expect it nowâbut you sure as hell werenât complaining.Â
It seems as though Gojoâs cursed energy was coursing through every axiom of him and supercharging it - he didnât control it. You didnât know if he could. It was seeping from his body into yours, and turning your slick channel intoâŠthat. Whatever it was. Something he could reel his hips back from and rut nâ rut and rut - without it ever getting stuffed too full.
Instantly - and because of the overuse of his powers - Gojoâs feeling his warm tip dribbles out a few more ropes of cum.
And itâs almost like aâŠchallenge at this point: just to see whether he could properly fill that gaping hole of yours. Gojoâs catching his pretty rose-pink lip between his teeth when he gazes down between those tremblinâ legs, âFuck- see?â Voice growing more ragged by the second, âSeeâ?â
Nodding and nodding.Â
âTh-this pussy wanted more, and n-now sheâll never get full. Now sheâs flooded with me right down to the womb-â Pressing his second palm on top of your stomach. â-and she still wants more. Hungry girl. Now she can take so much more that- hngh.â Getting cut off with a ruinous moan himself - heâs pumping out pearlescent webs once more. Another orgasm.Â
âThat?â Youâre choking out.
Breathed between clenched teeth, âThat youâre gonna milk The Strongest dry, sweetheart.â
âO-ohâŠâ A jolt of pleasure runs through your body at the notion- or maybe it was just Gojoâs slender fingers tightly grasping your clit. Those digits of his were coated in so much thrumming cursed energy that it drove you madââIs that even possible?â That expensive blindfold finally loosens its restraint âround your mouth, the constant jostling to and fro causing it to unravel.Â
âHmmmm?â Jackhammering hips. Interest piqued. Bolts of lightning shooting from the edges of his eyes as he smiles.
Again and again and again, his shaft scours your insides and stirs every sweet spot up. âI just mean-â Making you feel lightheaded. âHow many rounds has it- oh, already been? Are we even sure you can cum dry, Toru?â
âDunno.â He answers, and your jaw drops.Â
Just then, youâre sure that heâs hit with another orgasmâand you are, too.Â
Yours starts out in-between your legs with a sudden twitch- before suddenly the pleasureâs setting your body alight. Your heartbeat thrums in your ears, and Gojoâs humming softly to himself as he fucks you through it.
As heâs letting a few sloppy draaaags out before gritting his pearly-whites and dropping his head forwards. Deeper into the crook of your neck; Gojo lets out moan after moan as he dribbles out squelchinâ cum for the nth time tonight.
One after the other.
Loooong and luxurious. Those satiny ropes are emptied out into the deepest depths of your channel, and he was so thoroughly overstimulated by the charged euphoria that he sobs-
And a lightbulb bursts in the distance.
âMânot cumming dry yet.â Gojoâs heavy balls twitch once heâs plasterinâ them to the forefront of your pussylips. And you can feel them swelling and throbbing after every trickle- âBut we have the whole night for that, donât we?â
âNight? I think sâbeen days.â You retort, sneaking a glance at the daylight-shimmered curtains.Â
âAh, semantics~â
⥠HIGURUMA HIROMI - 5 rounds.
âI just donât understand, angel.â Higuruma leans back in his faux leather-bound chair and sighs, his gold-tipped pen coming to tap between his eyebrows as though searching for some button hidden in there - one that would preferably jumpstart the rest of him into normalcy. He continues, âThis Fujiwara case has just made me lose all my stamina.â
Because itâs always a long, hard day in the courtroom.
And Higuruma Hiromi knows that - heâs the best defense lawyer Tokyo ever did see. Thereâs a reason he graduated at the top of his batch, thereâs a reason he started his own law firm at around half the age that most of his colleagues do.Â
Thereâs a reason that Higuruma Hiromi, criminal defense attorney, makes the tension in courtrooms thicken until theyâre almost stifling the second he walks through those polished pews.
But this caseâŠ
It was the usual- some poor sap blamed for a white-collar crime that he clearly didnât do. And though Higuruma had half the brain to eye his bosses strangely, the nature of this case also meant that the prosecuting team was the best of the bestâbeing that they knew how to twist their words.
And Higuruma was left haggard after a single session. Not that he didnât think he stood a chance - he knows he does, he knows that guyâs getting out scot-free after this - but itâs just thatâŠhe had to do this for months.
He had to walk into the courtroom and feel his mind becoming more nâ more fossilized by the second- that damn prosecuting team was abhorrent.Â
And so here he was.
11:41PM. Cooped up in his office room at home; Higuruma was slumped down at his desk, whilst you stood concerned beside him. As he lets out another prolonged sigh, youâre stepping behind the chair and starting to massaging his firm shoulders - surely knotted to hell and back.Â
Higuruma shoots you a grateful smile, âItâs awful. I had to sit there and try not to throw my chair at those prosectors for-â
âFive hours.â Youâre finishing his sentence.
Heâs gazing up at you lovingly, âAnd even for lawyers theyâre insufferable- and thatâs coming from me.â
Youâre furrowing your brows in humor, âHeyâyouâre only half-insufferable.â
That makes him let out a laugh, âBut Iâm telling you, angel-â And almost as quickly as it came, it disappears. Higurumaâs pinching the bridge of his handsome nose for the nth time this night, âIâm not at that age just yet, but it seems I must work on my stamina. Today was absolute hell.â
âFive hours, huh?â Even saying it out loud made you feel weary, âYâknow how long thatâs about?â
âHm?â He looks at you, âHow long?â
Leaning down to whisper in his ear, âThatâs about as long as aâŠâ And even before youâre saying the words, youâre sensing the goosebumps that skitter down Higurumaâs neck and even further down his collar. Just how farâŠyou wonder. â-marathon that we have, hm, Hiromi?â
âYesâŠâ He breathes out. Long, dark lashes nearly shuttering.
Heâs been so caught up with that damn case lately- so caught up, he hasnât had enough time to spend with you. And just the mere mention of itâŠof being between those pretty legs nâ fucking you for hours and hours is enough to leave him a little heated.
And Higurumaâs meeting your eyes like two magnets that have finally met- first, his lips are on your neck. Then heâs tugging you onto his lap.
.
.
.
âYesââ Higuruma hisses out- voice pitched into a tone so utterly unlike him. Something so botched in his words, something so ruinedâ
Heâs been fucking your perfect cunt for hours now, and was showing no signs of stopping.
Your attorney husband has a steadfast hold on your hips; from the luxurious chair youâve moved onto the edge of his desk. Pressed on your front over the mahogany table, hands clawing out haplessly in front of you, ass archinâ up into his vicious thrusts.
The skin âround Higurumaâs pelvis has turned red by this point, and he was hissing between his teeth every time his hips came in contact with yoursâsmack!Â
So hard that youâre flinching just a little bit.
And that makes a few streams of cum dribble out from between your clenched pussylips- the pure-white sheen of it coating your thighs. Higuruma doesnât let a single sweet ounce of it go to waste before heâs snaking a hand down and thumbinâ off just a few drops.
And then youâre finding it stuffed between your lips- âM-mmmmâŠâ Your tears form a lacquer down your cheeks, âHiromi, youâre so filthy.â
âYou married me for it, didnât you?â He grins. Head tipping back just a little once youâre clenching your sopping wet walls in confirmation, âF-fuck, nghâkeep doing that. Just a little tighter, sugar.â And if you were in any clearer of a state of mind, then youâd have noticed that his husky tone was crackingâvoice breaking at the tail end of his sentence.
Higuruma was feeling his sanity drip away every time he entered your pussy- but so were you.
You moan, âNeed more-âÂ
He pats at your pussy adoringly, feeling the wetness of your slick mixed with his clingy white cum. âMore, huh? Sure you can handle it, angel?â Darting a look at the clock, âWeâre already onâŠa few hours. Round five.â
Nodding and nodding.Â
And youâre all but keening for more as you feel him edge his ravenous cock away - just a few inches. It honestly wasnât even a movement that should impact the sheer carnal streeeeetch he was bestowing upon you.
But with your needy senses, youâre turning your head over your shoulder. About to mouth off to your husband about pulling away when you were hungry for him the most when-
When youâre seeing that heâd been reaching for that scrap of fabric thrown over his chair.
A stray discardment in the heat of the moment earlier.
His tie.
Your restraints now.
Because in a split-second, Higuruma loops the jet-black fabric around your dangling wrists. It doesnât take him long to fasten it and tighten itâtesting it just by giving it a little pull- he finds himself grinning as your bodyâs able to be lifted and moved âround just by this.
Perfect.
The semi-coarse cloth was strangely sensual against your skin- almost biting.Â
Higuruma himself leans down to give a small nip at your right shoulder, before heâs leaning back and hauling youâinches off the table. Two hands clasped around your wrists, the cold hiss of his wedding ring matching yours, the red, rotund head of his cock swipinâ inwards and making your walls bulge with the size of him. âO-oh, fuuuuuck-â
His dribbling divot navigates straight to the bottom of your pussy. âYeah- yeahhhhh, youâve got this.â Higuruma whispers as your orgasm wracks through you - and his own fifth one was nearing ever-closer. âYou can take it. You can take me-â
âShould I be concerned about the- ngh, amount of space I have left?â In unison, youâre snapping your head down at the area between your legs. Limp.
âConcerned?âÂ
Cum was seeping out of you in what looked like bucketloads- in all the physical stamina that Higuruma was determined to prove that he still has. And he sure does - or at least your thoroughly-stuffed pussy seemed to think so - but your husband was still pumping away even harder.Â
Rougher.
Splatterinâ patterns of syrupy sap on your skin- where contact was being made constantly. Higuruma laps at the gentle leaking with his thumb once more, âSugar, this pussy was made to take my cum.â
Manhandling you backwards using the restraint of his tie, and slamminâ a final French kiss into the back of your cervix. You feel him start to twitchâin the way that Higuruma always does before heâs about to coat your walls with a layer of cum. âI-insideâŠâ You whine. âAll of it- inside.â
âMhmmm, your husband has you, angel.â And then heâs holding you close-Â
Tip thickening at the very flared edge, the crown of it, heâs pouring out a few glittery ropes ofâŠnothing. Absolutely nothing. Higurumaâs dark eyes shoot open as it sinks in: he was cumming in every way, shape, sensation, and formâexcept for the absence of cum. The absence of gooey white cum seeping out his shaft- and heâs feeling it.Â
But he isnât drenching your pussy in the way heâs expected to.
And Higuruma seethes- âAngel, IâŠâ Lower lip trembling as he takes in the cum thatâd frothed out of you and was now being pushed back, âI-I believe I didnât-â
âHiromi, did you cum dryâ?â Wonderment seeps into your tone. âI didnât even know you could do that-â
âI didnât, either.â There was something akin toâŠdisappointment in his tone. Something akin to sadness, something akin to determination- âI canât believe IâŠangel, my stamina is fucked-â
âBaby, you just went five rounds without stopping-â
âAnd if I donât cum on the sixthâŠâ That ruby-red tip rubs up against your g-spot, ready to splurge out cum at least this time.Â
synopsis: she knows flirting with ran will piss rindou off. she also knows exactly what kind of mood it puts him in. some lessons are worth learning the hard way.
rating/warnings: explicit sexual content, praise and degradation, edging, spanking, bonten!rindou, jealous rindou, possessive rindou, dacryphilia if you squint
words: 4,1k+
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âWhat did I tell you not to do?â he asked sternly.
âIâŠâ A moan slipped from her lips as her words caught in her throat, her body trembling against the cold surface of the counter while the steady rhythm of his hips behind her made it harder and harder to think. âNot to⊠ah⊠not to entertain Ran.â His hand came down sharply against her ass.
âAnd what did you do?â Rindou pressed. His voice was low and demanding as he drove himself deeper into her, each thrust forcing her farther forward across the counter while his grip on her hips kept her exactly where he wanted her. âAnswer me.â
âI⊠I entertained Ran,â she managed between broken moans. The room spun around her as heat flooded every nerve in her body, her legs weakening beneath her while the relentless presence behind her consumed her senses, even though she could not see his face and had to imagine the expression she knew was there. Rindou was furious. She could feel it in the way he moved.
Pushing his buttons had always been dangerous, but the thrill of it made her reckless because jealousy stripped away every bit of restraint he normally kept in place around her and left only this version of him behind. No patience, no mercy and certainly no holding back.
Ran had always been the easiest way to provoke him, especially when the older Haitani leaned into it with that effortless teasing charm, brushing close and murmuring things in her ear while pretending it was all harmless. Rindou never bought the act. Not once.
Rindouâs hand suddenly tangled in her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her spine into a deep arch that left her gasping as his other arm slid around her throat, holding her firmly in place while he continued to drive into her with a rhythm that left her shaking.
âAndâŠâ he grunted. His mouth hovered close to her ear, his breath warm against her skin while the rough edge in his voice carried a warning that made her pulse race. âWhat happens when you donât listen to me?â
She could barely think. Every movement of his hips struck a spot that made stars burst behind her eyes, and the pressure building deep inside her climbed higher with every second until the question he asked barely registered through the haze.
He did not let her ignore it. His free hand cracked lightly against her cheek, the sting snapping her attention back as his voice hardened. âAnswer,â he barked. âI didnât fuck you that stupid yet.â
Her body clenched around him. If his arm had not been locked around her neck she would have collapsed forward onto the counter completely, her breath coming in uneven gasps as pleasure and tension tangled inside her.
âI getâŠâ she faltered. Another thrust forced a helpless sound from her throat as her words dissolved into a gasp before she forced them out. âAh⊠I get punished.â Another slap followed.
The sharp contact sent a jolt through her that pushed her even closer to the edge, her body tightening as the familiar wave of release rushed toward her faster than she could stop it. Rindou noticed immediately. By now he knew her reactions too well to miss the way her muscles tensed around him or the subtle change in the sounds she made when she was about to fall apart. She was an open book to him. And he had no intention of letting her finish.
His arm loosened around her neck without warning, and a second later the heat filling her vanished completely as he pulled out of her all at once, leaving her body clenching helplessly around nothing.
Rindou grabbed her hair again. It wasn't hard enough to truly hurt her, but the sharp pull still stung as he guided her across the room and bent her over the armrest of the sofa before letting go, leaving her draped awkwardly across the furniture with her completely at his mercy.
âStay,â he ordered.
Rindou turned away without another word and crossed the room to grab something from a nearby table, and even though she could not see it yet she already had a strong suspicion of what he was reaching for. Her heartbeat sped up immediately. Fear and anticipation tangled together inside her chest.
By the time he returned, her pulse was loud in her ears and her thoughts had turned hazy with the strange mixture of nerves and excitement that always came when he looked at her like this.
Rindou suddenly dropped to his knees in front of her. His hand closed in her hair again and he tugged her head upward, forcing her to look directly at him as her glossy eyes searched his face and took in every small detail. His hair was slightly disheveled from earlier, and the hard set of his expression made his features look almost unfairly beautiful. God, he looked good like this.
She noticed that he was still fully dressed from whatever job they had returned from earlier, his tie loosened just enough to suggest impatience while his gloves remained firmly in place and a faint speck of blood decorated the sleeve of his jacket. The sight made heat coil low in her stomach. This situation was completely messed up, and yet the rush of it all only pulled her deeper into the moment. She felt the familiar warmth of arousal spreading through her abdomen. âPlease,â she started softly.
Her voice wavered as memories of the last time she had pushed him too far flashed through her mind, recalling the dull ache that had lingered for days afterward and the way sitting down had become a careful, miserable process. âPlease be gentle.â She knew it was a long shot.
The last time she had crossed the line like that, her normally attentive boyfriend had taken a clear and almost devious satisfaction in watching her deal with the consequences of her own stubbornness, especially every time she winced while trying to sit down afterward. He had looked delighted. The growing bulge in his pants had refused to hide how much he enjoyed the situation.
âYou know I canât do that,â Rindou replied calmly. His tone was steady and almost patient, though there was a rough edge underneath it that told her he meant every word he was about to say. âI would be letting you down if I did.â
Fuck.
He released her hair then and let her head fall back against the couch cushion, her cheek pressing into the expensive fabric while her hair spilled loosely around her face. Rindou stood again. He moved with slow, deliberate steps until he was positioned behind her once more, the quiet sound of his shoes against the floor stretching the tension until it felt unbearable.
She instinctively tried to shift away. Though she knew the attempt was useless, since the angle she was bent over the armrest and the tight restraints holding her wrists made even the smallest movement difficult. A shiver ran through her.
Rindouâs gloved hand found her ass and began kneading slowly, testing the softness of the skin before giving it a light experimental slap that made her inhale sharply.Â
âThis will hurt,â he said plainly. Despite the bluntness of the warning, she could hear the slight hitch in his voice that betrayed how much the moment affected him too.
âFifteen,â Rindou continued. His tone sharpened with quiet authority as he added the rule that always made her stomach flutter with nervous excitement. âI want you to count every one of them.â
âAnd if you miss one,â he finished, âwe start over.â
She was already trembling. Warmth pooled between her legs as the anticipation built higher and higher, leaving her breath shallow while her fingers curled uselessly against the restraints holding her wrists together.
âYes, sir,â she whispered.
Time seemed to stretch into something slow, and she swore she could hear the faint rush of air as the paddle was lifted before it came down sharply against her backside with a sting so sudden and intense that it nearly knocked the breath from her lungs. He had not been bluffing.
âO... one,â she gasped weakly. Her voice barely made it past her lips as the lingering sting spread across her skin.
âAnd?â he prompted. His fingers brushed against her clit for a brief teasing moment, circling once before pulling away again as if the contact had only been meant to remind her how vulnerable she was right now.
âThank you, sir,â she added quickly. The correction came out breathless but clear.
Rindou hummed in approval. âGood girl.âÂ
Another strike followed. âTwo⊠t-thank you,â she stammered, her voice shaky as the sting spread across her skin and settled into a warm burn that made her toes curl against the couch. Then came another. And another after that, each strike landing with the same unforgiving force as the last while Rindou showed no sign of easing up, the steady rhythm leaving her body trembling and her thoughts slowly dissolving into something blissfully empty.
The heat in her ass had grown intense by now, every nerve buzzing as the sting mixed with the slick warmth between her thighs and the constant awareness that her merciless boyfriend was standing just behind her, towering over her while he delivered every strike with careful precision. Nothing else mattered.
The world had narrowed to the sharp smack of the paddle, the pounding of her pulse in her ears, and the overwhelming heat pooling low in her body as pleasure and pain twisted together in a way that made her dizzy. If heaven existed, she was pretty sure it looked something like this.
âLast one, angel,â Rindouâs strained voice came from behind her.
The nickname was familiar but rarely used, and hearing it now sent a shiver racing down her spine while the tiny hairs along the back of her neck stood up instantly. She almost moaned just from that.
The final strike came down a second later, landing harder than any of the others and jolting her body forward as the sharp sting exploded across her skin. He had absolutely saved the worst for last. Even through the haze clouding her thoughts she swore she could practically hear the faint smirk on his lips, the kind of smug satisfaction he always carried when he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
Her hair was still pooled around her face. Her chest pressed firmly into the soft fabric of the couch while her watery eyes stared unfocused at nothing in particular, her breathing uneven as the sting pulsed across her skin. Then she felt his hand on her back.
His gloved fingers traced slow circles along her lower spine, soothing and gentle in a way that contrasted sharply with the punishment he had just delivered before he stepped into view and pressed a soft kiss against the top of her hair.
âHow are you feeling?â he asked gently.Â
âAmazingâŠâ she answered honestly. Her eyes drifted up toward him, glassy and unfocused while her flushed face and slack expression made it obvious she was still floating somewhere far away. A tiny strand of saliva slipped from the corner of her mouth and stained the sofa. She looked completely wrecked and absolutely stunning.
âGood,â Rindou said. His tone sharpened again almost instantly as his expression shifted, his gaze turning colder while he looked down at her with that familiar intensity that always made her stomach twist.
âBecause weâre not done here.â He was going to drive her insane tonight, she was certain of it.
She felt his hands move to her arms as he lifted her carefully off the armrest, steadying her when her shaky legs threatened to buckle before guiding her into a different position on the couch. Her back pressed against the cushions now and her legs were spread apart on either side of her while he positioned her exactly where he wanted, leaving her body open and vulnerable beneath his gaze.
Rindou slid his arms under her thighs to pull her slightly forward until her hips rested near the edge of the couch, leaving her ass barely supported while the position forced her legs further apart. Then he slapped her pussy.
The sudden contact drew a startled moan from her lips as the sharp sensation pulsed through her body, her hips jerking slightly before he lowered himself to his knees in front of her. A second later his tongue dragged slowly along her entrance. Her back arched immediately against the couch while the rope binding her wrists dug deep into her skin, the unexpected pleasure sending a wave of heat rushing through her entire body.
âFuck,â he breathed. His voice was rough as he lingered there for a moment, his grip tightening on her thighs while he looked up at her through half lidded eyes. âYou taste so fucking good.â
And just like that he was back on her. His tongue moved expertly against her clit, shifting between slow teasing circles and firmer pressure while he paid close attention to every reaction she gave until he heard her breath hitch and felt her body tense beneath his hands. He had her figured out.
Rindou devoured her like a starving man, occasionally lifting his gaze to meet hers with an intensity that made her pulse race even faster than the sensation of his mouth alone. âGod, Rindou,â she moaned. Her bound hands tightened around her own arm behind her back as she tried to steady herself against the overwhelming rush building inside her. âFeels sâgood.â
He hummed softly against her, the vibration of it sending a shiver through her while his tongue continued its relentless work against her clit. The sound alone made her hips twitch as the pressure inside her tightened again, that familiar wave of pleasure building faster and faster until it felt impossible to hold back.
âYes⊠nâah,â she moaned breathlessly. Her voice cracked as she tilted her hips upward, chasing the exact spot that had her nerves sparking. âYes, right there⊠haahâŠâ She ground herself against his mouth without shame. Her hips rocked against his tongue as she chased the release that had been dangling just out of reach all night, her body moving on instinct while every nerve in her skin felt painfully alive.
Rindou stopped. For the second time that night he pulled away before she could finish, leaving her body suspended right at the edge while the pleasure that had been about to break suddenly vanished. The frustration hit immediately. A shaky breath escaped her as tears welled in her eyes and began sliding down her flushed cheeks, the overwhelming tension left behind making her entire body tremble. She needed to come so badly. Her skin felt like it was burning from the inside out while her pussy clenched helplessly around nothing, aching with the absence of the pressure she had been chasing.
If her hands had not been tied, she would have grabbed him. She would have dragged him back down between her legs and buried her fingers in his hair just to force him to keep going until she shattered. But the restraints allowed none of it. Her wrists were pinned uselessly behind her, leaving her completely at his mercy while the younger Haitani rose to his feet and towered over her.
His expression was calm, yet the look in his eyes made it obvious how much he was enjoying every second of this, especially when paired with the angry red tip of his erection and the way his cock stood painfully erect.
âYou come on my dick,â he said sharply. His voice carried a rough edge as his hand returned to her body, gripping her thigh as he shifted her again with deliberate control. âOr you donât come at all.â
A second later he moved her onto the floor.Â
She ended up on her back, staring up at the ceiling above while she tried to steady her breathing and gather the scattered pieces of her thoughts. At least the lighting was dim. The soft glow from the corner of the room was far kinder than the harsh brightness of the ceiling light that would have made the moment feel far too exposed.
She felt him before she saw him. Rindouâs hands settled on her thighs and squeezed firmly before pressing them upward toward her chest, folding her into a position that left her completely open beneath him. The pose was shameless. It left nothing hidden from his gaze and everything fully on display for him to look at, something he clearly took advantage of as he leaned over her, his hair framing his face.
The shadows from the dim lighting framed his features while the hungry curve of his lips made it clear exactly what was running through his mind. His pants had come partially undone by now. Both the fabric and his boxers had slipped down to the middle of his thighs, giving him more freedom to move while revealing just enough of his body to make her stare. And stare she did.
Her eyes dragged slowly up and down his body as she took in the sight of him towering above her, his tattoos adorning toned muscles, clearly appreciating the view in a way she did not even try to hide. Rindou noticed. The subtle tightening of her pussy was impossible to miss.
âDesperate whore,â he muttered. The words sounded far more like praise than an insult.
Finally, Rindou lined himself up with her entrance.
There was no need for any more prep with how soaked she already was, and he pushed inside her in one smooth motion that buried him impossibly deep. A low, guttural moan slipped from his throat. He stayed there for a moment, savoring the tight heat wrapped around his cock before slowly pulling out again and thrusting back in as he began to set a rhythm.
His arms braced on either side of her. Strong and toned, they caged her body between him and the floor while his gaze pinned her in place just as firmly as his weight did, leaving her nowhere to go and no desire to escape. Their bodies were tightly connected. Her legs were draped over Rindouâs shoulders, forcing her thighs up against her chest and locking her into a deep mating press that left him reaching inside her again and again with every thrust.
The position strained her arms behind her back. The rope dug painfully into her wrists as the tension pulled at her shoulders, yet the pressure of his body and the way he held her there made her feel completely powerless beneath him.
âAhâŠâ she breathed. Her voice was shaky as her chest rose and fell while she struggled to keep up with the sensations rushing through her body. âHarder, Rin⊠please. I⊠I need you.â
Her eyes rolled back and her head tipped to the side as her gaze drifted unfocused across the room, unable to settle on anything while the only clear sensation in her mind was the feeling of him buried deep inside her. Rindou did not need to be told twice. He picked up the pace almost immediately, his thrusts turning rough and quick as he drove himself into her over and over again. Â
He bucked into her like an animal in heat, chasing his own release without even noticing the strain beginning to build in his muscles as the intensity of his movements increased. One of his hands reached for her face. He hooked his thumb into her mouth and pressed down just enough to force her attention back onto him when her dazed eyes tried to drift away again.
âLook at me,â he murmured.
When her gaze finally locked onto his, his fingers slid from her jaw to her throat, wrapping loosely around her neck before tightening slightly in the way he knew she liked. The pressure stole a little of her breath. Her lungs struggled to pull in air as the squeeze made her head feel lighter, the lack of oxygen mixing with the pleasure rushing through her body until her thoughts blurred together completely.
âIâm close,â he said.
The words came out strained as he punctuated them with a rough thrust that broke the rhythm for a moment before he pushed deep again. âWant you to come with me.â
His grip around her throat tightened a little more before he leaned down and kissed her. The kiss was deep and hungry as he swallowed the moan trying to escape her throat, his tongue searching for hers while the muscles moved against each other in frantic, desperate strokes that said far more than words ever could.
Rindou felt her tighten around him. The sudden, intense squeeze told him that she was close, and he kept his pace steady as he rocked into her with deep, controlled thrusts while chasing the release building in his own body.
She bucked beneath him. Her legs lifted higher and closed behind his head, locking him firmly in place as her body instinctively tried to pull him deeper, even though the position already left almost no room for movement. Even with the limited space he did not slow down and instead continued driving into her, his hips rolling forward with determination until two more strokes pushed her over the edge completely. Her body clenched around him again.
Her legs trembled violently while the sound that escaped her throat was so raw and helpless that it sent a fresh surge of heat through him despite the exhaustion already creeping into his muscles. His release filled her while he held himself there for a moment longer, breathing heavily as the last tremors of pleasure moved through both of them.
Slowly he pulled out. A small trail of his release slipped from her cunt as he withdrew, leaving him staring down at the mess they had made while he tried to catch his breath. Her expression was dazed and sinful, her flushed face and unfocused eyes making it obvious that she was still floating somewhere deep in the afterglow. He never got tired of that sight.
It was one of his favorite moments, the quiet seconds after everything when the tension had finally broken and she looked completely undone. Her hair was messy from where his hands had been earlier, her cheeks still flushed and her lips slightly parted as she tried to catch her breath, and the sight of her like that always stirred something deep and possessive inside his chest. All because of him.
Rindou let himself look for a moment longer before he finally reached out, his fingers brushing gently along her cheek. There was no trace of the roughness from earlier in the way he touched her now.
âCâmere,â he murmured quietly. His voice had lost the sharp edge it carried before as he helped her sit up, supporting her carefully while he reached for the rope still looped around her wrists. When it fell away his eyes turned to the marks it had left behind, angry red lines wrapped around her wrists where the fibers had pressed against her skin. The contrast against her otherwise smooth skin made his chest tighten and hiis thumb brushed across one of the marks. She watched him.
Her eyes were softer now, the earlier haze of pleasure slowly fading while she studied his face with that familiar warmth that always seemed to see right through him.
Before he could even move away to put the rope aside, her arms slid around him and pulled him closer in the way she had clearly wanted to do all night.
âI love you, Rin,â she whispered. Her voice was gentle as she leaned in and pressed a slow kiss to his lips, the kind of kiss that carried nothing but affection and reassurance. It caught him off guard. Not because the words were unexpected, but because she always seemed to say them at the exact moment he needed to hear them the most.
Despite the dangerous work he did and the cold demeanor he showed the rest of the world, she had always been able to see the quiet insecurities he kept buried underneath it all. She rarely pushed those places. But whenever she did, she made sure to follow it with something that reminded him he was still loved beyond all of it.
Rindouâs arms slid around her waist and pulled her firmly against him while he buried his face into the curve of her neck, holding her a little tighter than he normally would as he breathed in slowly. The steady warmth of her body against his chest grounded him far more than he would ever admit out loud.
omg can u do 11,25,40 for rindou kinktober in his rokuhara tandai unifrom!
A/N omg it's so crazy being back on here. I'm going to try to slowly clear out whatever is still in my inbox for the next few ish days. I feel a bit rusty writing this one, but for being out of the game for so long I do hope if you're still out there you enjoy it nonetheless!
Praise kink, uniform, cockbulge x Haitani Rindou
Tomorrow was going to be a big day for Rindou, you knew. A fight across different gangs, âbattle of deitiesâ or something is what he kept mumbling to himself. You could see the excitement radiate off his beingâhe couldnât wait to be a part of such a battle. You, on the other hand, were a mess about it. Rindou and you hadnât been together for very long, not reallyâmaybe about a year? And you were still adjusting to the gang life he lived. You loved him; you really did, so of course you didnât say much about it but sometimes it was worrying, and the way he described this sounded well...scary to you. âRin, are you sure youâll be okay...?â You managed to get out as he changed, you wringing your hands together. âCome on, baby, donât worry your pretty little head. Itâll be fine.â He snickered, finishing up the last button on his uniform before walking over to you and grabbing ahold of your hands. You looked up at him from the bed and stopped breathing. You donât think youâve ever seen Rindou with his uniform on...he usually takes the time to change out before coming to see you or vice versa (something about wanting to make sure he wasnât a mess for his baby). Your eyes scanned his clothing, seeing the detailing on the sides of the arms, the crisp embroidery of the gang name and their mantras, and noticing how the top dips just low enough to catch a small glimpse of the tattoo Rindou had on the right side of his body, only the tip of the iceberg of how tremendous of a piece it really was. You swallowed, trying to cure the dry mouth you suddenly had.Â
The Haitani brother noticed how you stopped speaking, eyes no longer looking at him with concern but with lust. His brow arched, a smirk slowly taking over his features. âCat caught your tongue, pretty?â He teased, taking one of your hands up to his chest. You shook your head, getting yourself out of the trance his uniform had put you in. âN-no, sorry, Rindou. Iâve...never seen you in your uniform..â You dared to look up at him with big doe eyes, small smile on your lips. âYou look so handsome.â Your voice came out a whisper, nearly trembling. You really couldnât take your eyes off him. Something about your man being in a uniform turning you on was not on your bingo card and yet you donât think you could rip your eyes away from him if you wanted to. You heard him snicker, his free hand checking the time on his phone before sending a haphazard message to his brother and throwing it on the nightstand. âI had a meeting I had to get to but it looks like my pretty baby needs my attention.â Your hand that lay on his chest gripped at the fabric, tugging him down on you, begging for contact. Immediately he pushed you down onto the bed, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss that was all tongue and teeth, licking into your mouth. Rindou bit at your lower lip, hearing you whimper before diving back in to a kiss. Your hips rutted against the thigh that was in between your legs, not even a bit ashamed of how needy you were. Rindou pressed his thigh harder into your clothed cunt, releasing your mouth to trail kisses down your jaw and neck. âFuck, baby, all riled up over my uniform?â He teased, and you felt the smile against your skin. His hands fumbled with the top few buttons before you gasped out and gripped his fingers. âW-wait...leave it on, Rin.â You swore you saw horns grow on his head.
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âFuuuck, such a good girl sucking my dick.â He groaned, on his knees as you worshipped his cock like it was the answer to salvation. You were sloppy, spit bubbling on the sides of your mouth, eyes glazed over and hazy as you bobbed up and down on his length. Your thighs rubbed together, trying to get some friction for your aching cunt, hole clenching around nothing. He snickered, âAw, you like it when I call you a good girl?â You nodded, taking more of him into your mouth. Your eyes fluttered open and closed, taking him in and all his uniformed glory. The stitched words on the front side of the uniform forming threatening idioms to all who dare get closeâand instead for you, itâs making you tighten; your man so strong and high in the ranks. Rindou pet your head, moving the hair out of your face before tightening his hands on your roots and tugging you impossibly deeper on his cock. âMy pretty baby doing so well for meâhaaâmaking me feel so fucking good.â You preen, whining around him, throat gurgling as you continue to suck him off. The praise making your cunt leak down your thighs; all you wanted was to make Rindou feel goodâtoo cockdrunk to think of anything else. âKeep going just like that, baby, fuck! Your mouth is so fucking good.â Rindou continued his slew of praises as he shifted his hands from your scalp to the sides of your face -- and began rutting into you relentlessly. He groaned, throwing his head back in ecstasy and slammed his cock into the back of your throat, balls slapping on your chin as you tried to keep up, focusing on breathing as to not choke. Your hands clawed at his clothed thighs, tears streaming down the corners of your eyes as you looked up at Rindou, taking in the sight of him in his black uniform, groaning in pure bliss as you made him feel so good. Your eyes rolled back at the sight; you couldnât help it. Cumming around nothing, your hole gushed your juices down your legs, tightening and loosening as you came just by looking at his blissed-out face. Your whimpers and moans around his cock strung him along, hips stuttering as he got closer to his release. âFuckfuckfuck, baby so good, swallow my cock, just like that justlikethat, fuuuuck.â Rindou pressed his pubes snug against your nose as he spurted into your throat, globs of cum trickling down into your mouth as you swallowed around him as not to waste a single drop. With a pop and a gasp from you, his dick was released from the confines of your mouth with saliva attaching your lips to his head. He looked down at you, fucked out just from sucking his dick and trembling from the aftermath of your orgasm. He couldnât help but taunt you just a little bit. âDid my little baby cum just from sucking my dick?â His tone condescending. You shyly nodded anyways, answering him. âYou look good in the uniform, Rin..â so meek. He tsked, pushing you back onto the bed and practically ripping your panties that were soaked through and tossing them to the side. âI gotta take good care of you now, precious.âÂ
Rindou loomed over you with authority, dragging you closer to his soaked cock still dripping cum. He slapped his head over your wet folds a few times, earning a whine from you as you wiggled towards him, trying to feel at least his tip. âRin please~â You sobbed, as he dipped his cock head in and out of your little hole, just enough to make you clench but give you no real pleasure. âTchâ Rindou leaned enough to be able to grab at your throat and squeeze the sides of your neck. âIâll get there, baby girl; just be good for me, mkay?â You nodded furiously, spreading your legs more to entice him. He groaned, letting himself sink into you down to the base, slowly pulling out just to slam back into you with enough force to make the bed creak. He continued to slam in and out, in and out, lost in your tight heat. Your moans and babbles egging him on. You angled yourself, trying to get him somehow deeper, unsure if it was even possible. And when Rindou looked down as you did so, he could have seen starsâhis cock poking and prodding at your stomach, making it bulge out.Â
âOh fuck, babe, look at you. My big cock fucking you so good, yeah? Look at how deep it isâfucking into your stomach, baby.â Rindou was definitely losing control of himself, fingers tightening around your throat while his other hand gripped at your hip to keep you right there. Balls slapping against your ass as he pistoned deep in and out, the head of his dick pushing upwards into your stomach. âTaking me so well, sugar. ah fuck, your sweet pussy milking me.â He couldnât stop staring at the bulge of your tummy, making him lose himself and closer to his release. You, on the other hand, were on the verge of faintingâdizzy with lust and lack of oxygen. âRin, sâgood, feels so good.â You cried, nails digging into his forearm as you were brought closer to your high. âKeep going, please, please, pleaseââ you whined at a high pitch as you creamed around him, clenching and unclenching around his cock. You heard white noise ringing in your ears as he released your throat to bring that hand to the other side of your hip as he shot his hot load deep into your pussy, pushing all the way so the bulge stayed as he came. Slowly, Rindou cleaned you up as he kissed various parts of your body, whispering more praises and promises of making a safe return home before rushing off to meet the rest of the gang.
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Rindou eventually made it to the tail end of the meeting, sneaking in and standing next to his brother, who scrunched up his nose in disgust. âDude, seriously? You reek of sex.â He whispered. All Rindou could do was snicker.âYeah. This uniform is gonna get me mad pussy.â
