Hey can you make a scenario on whenever y/n is about to get gangbanged (bc shes a new student and joined yaribu on accident) but yuri ends up taking her to another room and have some fun with her 🤗(nsfw of course)
Hi! Thank you so much for requesting!! I took this as if the reader was a virgin and Yuri is the one to take it. If you wanted something different, let me know!
TRIGGER WARNING: ATTEMPTED SEXUAL ASSAULT/ ATTEMPTED GANG RAPE.
Taking a deep breath as you stood outside the doors leading to the club room, you knew that eventually - you would have to face the inevitable. You could hear the laughter from inside and judging by the occasional voices that rang out, you knew that everyone was present. Why would they not be? Today would be the day they could fuck without actually having to put in the effort as with their usual clientele.
And while you had been warned of the consequences the first day you joined this stupid club, part of you decided to brush it off as a joke to intimidate the first years. But as time began to run out, you often found yourself mulling over the possibility that maybe they weren’t joking at all. But still, you could not bring yourself to have sex with a random stranger - even if that stranger was a classmate.
While many of those said classmates had tried to take you under their wing, with either good intentions or not, you found that you could not bring yourself to sleep with them. And once the majority of the student body had found out that the only girl in school had joined the notorious photography club, many had dared to push their boundaries.
But luck seemed to forever be on your side as there was always a certain pink haired boy waiting around the corner to save you at a moment's notice. He would always take the offender by the collar of their shirt and drag them away - probably to fuck them himself. But you found that he always glanced over his shoulder and shot you a small smile just before he dragged them around the corner.
Hearing the notable manic laughter of said boy from inside the club room snapped you back to reality. You would have to face them one day. And a small side of you found a sick type of relief that Yuri was present in the room, despite knowing that he most likely would not save you this time.
You rolled your neck, struggling to relieve some of the tension that had gathered at the base, when you heard the devil incarnate himself - Akemi - call out from within. “Hey! You know you can’t stand out there all day! Come inside! We’ve been waiting all morning for you!” Your mouth suddenly went dry. But even before you could reach a hand out to grasp the hilt of the door, it was sliding open at an appalling speed, the loud bang of the door hitting the end of the track echoing throughout the corridor.
Tamura stood before you, a large toothy grin plastered on his face as he looked down at you, his eyes full of anticipation. You should have known he would be one of the eager ones as he has been trying to get into your pants the moment you stepped into the club room that fateful day. Of course it was always under the pretense that he ‘hasn’t had good pussy in years’. But if you were being honest - the man intimidated you. And as he stood before you, the predatory stare honing down on you, you realized that maybe you weren’t prepared for this at all.
But before you could think of an excuse, he was grabbing you by your arm, his strong grip pulling you into the club room and letting go so you could fly past him, stumbling into the center of the club. You could hear him slide the door closed just as quickly as he had opened it, now grabbing you by your shoulders from behind and moving you further into the room.
You could see all of the original club members lounging around either on the couch or in several chairs that had been scattered around the room. But yet Kashima and Toono were nowhere in sight. As you glanced around you in a blind panic searching for the other two first years, you felt your stomach drop when you had to face the fact that the two indeed were not here. You were alone in the room with your upperclassmen.
Akemi’s voice once again brought you back to the present. “So, our dearest first year, I have to ask even though I’m sure that everyone here can vouch for the correct answer...have you had sex within your first month of being in the club?” You now forced yourself to look at him as he stood next to the couch. Behind him, lounging with seemingly no care in the world, Yuri simply stared at you. You could feel the burn of his gaze despite the dark shades that prevented his eyes from ever being seen.
When you shook your head in terms of answering Akemi’s question, you could hear Tamura let out a throaty laugh behind you, now choosing to wrap his arms around your upper body and cage you against him. He lowered his mouth to your ear and groaned, “I can’t wait to fuck the shit out of you. You’re a virgin right? I like them nice and tight around me.” You swallowed thickly and once again turned your gaze to the boy whom you thought was your savior as he called out “Ohhhh! Nice!”.
You would have guessed that he would be all over you already, wanting to fuck you just as Tamura is - like the sex crazed maniac that you thought he was. But yet, despite speaking, he had not moved from his spot on the couch, his stare not leaving you. It almost seemed like he was waiting for something.
You struggled against Tamura’s grasp on you, the true reality of what was going to happen settling in. “Please you guys don’t have to do this! Give me another month and I will find someone! I’ll even sleep with the head of my class! You guys said he was a challenge to get in bed. I will sleep with him so just please give me another chance!” Your pleas fell on deaf ears as you saw Akemi approach, his hand at his belt, his quick fingers making haste of unfastening it. He laughed as if your fears were nothing to him.
“Tamura had to do it his first year. Would you really spit on the sacrifice he made his first year?” Now he was close enough that you could smell his cologne, the fresh scent sending a chill down your spine. You could see Shikatani and Itome approaching out of the corner of your eye, and you turn your head towards them and attempt to have them help you. But alas - they did not.
You feel Tamura’s hands release you only to grab the hem of your shirt and attempt to pull it up and over your head. With your panic now becoming the only thing that takes over your senses, you couldn’t help it when you opened your mouth and called out for your pink haired savior. “Please! Yuri, help me! Don’t let them-”
Pink. That was the only color you could see as you felt yourself become weightless. The sweet scent of strawberry flooded your senses as you were ripped from Tamura’s grasp and pulled up into his. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed a warm hand against your lower back, heaving you up into his arms momentarily.
Pulling back slightly, he released you back to your feet as he let out a hysterical laugh, a solid object suddenly being forced passed your lips. As you felt the small tremors against the sensitive muscle, you realized he shoved one of his many vibrators into your mouth. “So noisy….noisy.~” He ripped your arms from around his neck and took your hand into his and began pulling you towards the door, his shoulder slamming into Tamura’s - effectively knocking him off balance.
“Yuri-kun! Where do you think you’re going with our little rule breaker? You can’t have her all by yourself!” You could hear Akemi call out behind you along with the protests of the others. He paid them no mind, almost ripping the door open in the haste of pulling you out of the room. He led you down the hallway, his bare feet slapping against the floor with every exaggerated step he took. He was mumbling to himself along with the occasional breathy laugh and you found yourself wondering if it was safe to go with him.You shook your head. Of course you were safe with him. You detested how you even thought that he would do something to you.
When the small vibrations against your tongue pulled you back from guilting yourself over your own thoughts, you realized you were stalking through the halls with a pink sex toy peeking out of your lips. But too afraid to say anything, you stayed silent.
When he was certain that the club members weren’t going to follow the two of you, the harsh grip on your hand lessened and eventually, he released it. You realized your gaze had never left the back of his head and you suddenly cast your attention elsewhere. He had saved you yet again and this time it was from his very own club members. You knew that they were probably a tiny bit upset with him - namely Tamura.
But nonetheless, you were happy to have been spared from whatever twisted gang bang ideas the club had concocted. Suddenly, his hand was reaching behind him and it took you a second to realize what he wanted. Taking the egg shaped vibrator out of your mouth, you attempted to try and dry your spit off of the object. When you felt you had done a sufficient job, you placed it in the palm of his hand and he took it, placing it into his back pocket with a breathy giggle.
Overall the hallways were silent. Students were participating in their afternoon club activities and so you did not find it shocking to not see a single soul in the hallways. “Y-Yuri? Thank you for, um, saving me back there. I don’t think I could ever repay you”, you said quietly, as you trailed behind him slowly.
Although when he suddenly stopped, you allowed a peek at him only to see him glancing around, a finger to his lips as he muttered about. What was going through that head of his? Was it still not safe? Could the club members still be coming after you? He released another chuckle, turning towards you and bent down quickly, puckering his lips dramatically.
“Kiss...Kiss...Kiss!~” You laughed softly, tilting your head to the side. “You want a kiss as payment?”. He grinned, nodding his head. “In the hallway? What if someone comes by?” And as if fate decided to make a laughing stock of you, a quick repetition of sound broke the silence of the hallway.
Your heart leapt into your chest upon figuring out that the sound you heard were shoes hitting the floor quickly - almost as if someone was running. And when you heard Tamura’s voice shouting for you to come back, you whimpered, grabbing onto the part of Yuri’s arm that was closest to your side as he was still in the position of bending down. Yuri stomped his foot, his face contorting into something that mimicked irritation. He grabbed the front of your shirt and stood up to his full height and turned, beginning to pull you down the hallway behind him.
When you were almost certain that Tamura would be turning the corner any second, quickly glancing behind you as if to almost watch your fate unfold, your vision of the long hallway was cut as you turned another corner. Or at least what you thought was a corner.
Yuri swiveled you around and closed the door gently, making little to no sound before he pressed his body against yours and placed his hand over your mouth. Your breathing was harsh against his hand as you struggled to keep quiet. The sound of the rushed footsteps drew closer with each baited breath and you were so sure that he would find the two of you and you would be forced back into the club room and forced into a gang bang.
When you gasped as your fight or flight senses kicked in, you could feel Yuri press his hand tighter against your lips. You could hear the pounding of your heart with each second that ticked by. And then, the footsteps were running past the door and around the corner, down the hallway and soon enough - out of the hallway all together.
You stood still, your body still locked into place - even when Yuri had removed his hand, backing away, it took everything in your body to not fall straight to the ground. It took a moment before you could feel your legs again and when you did, you fell forward, resting your hands on a large hard surface. You focused on your breathing as Yuri stepped away, walking further into the room. Your eyes followed him and began to finally take in the surroundings of the room he had pulled the two of you in.
It was a lab classroom of sorts. Large lab desks sat in four even rows with two desks in each row. You could see the flasks that you presume the previous classes had used still on the desk, some still filled with strange chemicals. You watched as Yuri took one of the vials off of the teachers lab desk at the front of the class and poured it into another, watching as the two colors mixed together. “You- You shouldn’t do that you know,” you called out to him. “It might explode or something.” He turned to look at you, smiling. “Hehe..fufu..”.
When you deemed yourself ready to stand up, you pulled yourself from the desk, shakily standing up. “Do you think he will come back?”, you asked. When Yuri shook his head, turning back to the vials, you nodded your head in understanding - and relief.
You too began wandering around the room, observing the flasks and stray notes left behind. There were a lot of things you couldn’t process about the notes so you simply placed them back on the table and moved forward onto the next. “How long do you think we will have to hide in here?” you questioned and when he gave a shrug in response, you sighed and made your decision to hop up onto one of the lab tables, pulling your phone out of your skirt pocket. If you were going to pass the time, you might as well try and distract yourself.
But the game you had devoted to playing while you waited couldn’t fully pull you from your own thoughts. How would the club members act when you showed up to the room tomorrow? What if you were only delaying the inevitable? Sure, Yuri saved you today...but would he do it again tomorrow?
And as if on cue, a text came through your phone from Shikatani. ‘Club president is already plotting for tomorrow. You really should have just stayed.’ Your hands become clammy as you reread the text over and over. What was he plotting? How could it be worse than the plans for today? You barely noticed as your phone fell through your hands and landed on the floor with a sharp crack. Yuri cocked his head to the side before turning around from where he had begun to fill a random pink condom with the various liquids from the flasks.
When he saw you sitting on the table, he mumbled a string of incoherent noises, tilting his head to the side. You smiled slightly when you noticed him looking. “Shikatani just told me that tomorrow is going to be worse because I ran today,” you focused your attention to your lap or more importantly, to a stray thread that had come loose from your skirt. “I should have stayed and just let it happen. I’m sure Tomura couldn’t have been too rough.” You shook your head, laughing softly to yourself.
When you had not heard a response from the male, you carried on, voicing the scared thoughts in your head concerning the club and the still ever possible gang bang attempt. “Maybe I should have let Shikatani go first? Or even Itome? Maybe even you - Yuri. You would have been gentle right?” When you glanced over at him, you saw that he had moved closer, now within a few feet from your form. You quickly cast your eyes away, looking at your phone as it lay on the floor before you as several ideas coursed through your head. “Although, technically, the month doesn’t end until tonight. So I have a few hours to find someone! Maybe I have someones number-”
You were cut off when the familiar scent of something sweet invaded your senses, causing you to jerk your head up as Yuri stepped into your line of vision. Before you could even ask what was wrong, he descended upon you, knocking your head back as he pressed his lips against yours. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck and held you against his lips as he tilted his head to match more evenly with yours. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as your brain tried to catch up with the current events. Your eyes fluttered open and closed, your senses now being on high alert.
When he felt that you weren’t reciprocating, he pulled back slightly and whispered against your lips, “pick me”. And then he was on you again. But this time, after a small amount of hesitation, you let yourself succumb to the feeling. Was Yuri such a bad option? He was the one that looked after you the most. He stopped a multitude of guys that tried to assault you. Closing your eyes, you tilted your head up even more, parting your lips. Yuri tightened his hold on the back of your neck and moaned appreciatively into your open mouth as you let him in. His other hand reached your right knee and jerked it apart from your left as he stepped into the now open space.
“Hnng...cute”.
As you whimpered against his lips, he planted his hand behind you on your lower back and pressed you forward and more so against his body. When you moaned at the contact, he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, tasting you. You could feel a solid object against the fleshy softness of his tongue and you realized it was his tongue ring. You could feel the bottom ball clack against your lower row of teeth as he dominated the kiss.
Your hands found themselves in his hair, pulling and grasping at the surprisingly soft pink strands. From how often you guessed he dyed his hair, you figured that it would have the same texture that damaged hair would. But instead, your fingers were met with softness. It was almost as if your body had begun reacting on its own. The feeling of having him so close had your mind turning to mush. He felt so warm and his sweet scent wafted around you as he made himself at home between your legs.
In a haste to scoot closer, you tilted back, breaking off from the boy’s eager kisses. He took his hand from your lower back and placed it on the surface of the sleek black lab table and hurriedly connected your lips once again. This new angle caused him to lean over you and place the majority of his weight onto your lower half.
Your left hand moved from his hair to the back of his neck, tugging at the collar of the white shirt that rested underneath the infamous pink sweater that he always wore each and every single day. He grinded up suddenly, a certain hardness planting itself right against your clothed center. You reacted quickly - grinding back as he broke the kiss to release a high pitched moan. Pulling himself away from you, he grabbed the back of both his sweater and school uniform shirt and pulled it above his head, effectively taking it off before casting it to the side.
You leaned up in a desperate attempt to kiss him again but he chose this time to tangle his fingers in your hair and grasp the strands, pulling your head to the side and baring the skin of your neck to him. His free hand harshly grabbed your hip and jerked you more towards the edge of the table as he let his lips connect to the soft skin of your revealed neck. The sudden increase in weight again caused you to fall back against the cold surface, Yuri moving with your body as he allowed his free hand to grope at any place he could get his hands on.
You keened at the feeling of a mixture of teeth and tongue that nipped and sucked at your neck. Gasping into the open air of the classroom, you could feel your body heating up quickly and realized that the man above you had the intent to fuck you right here in this classroom. And every inch of your body held no resistance to the idea. “Y-Yuri - Please!”, you cried out. But yet you did not know what you were asking him to do. You wanted him everywhere...to feel him everywhere. In what seemed like no time at all, the pink haired boy had encapsulated your entire being.
In response to your cries, he grumbled against your neck, “too..many..clothes. Hehe fufu…”. He tilted your head to the opposite side and began to place identical purple marks upon the other side. While his lips were busy making a colorful and wet mess of the opposing side, his hand that he had previously planted on your hips now was making a desperate attempt to open your uniform shirt, tugging and pulling on the buttons until the loud sound of fabric being ripped echoed into the stillness of the class. “Yuri! That’s my uniform!” You had always heard that Yuri was more of a Neko, but this side of him had you questioning their logic.
He whimpered against the crook of your neck as you began to fidget underneath him, causing your core to rub against his clothed cock. He made no response as he finally detached himself from your neck to pull back and admire his work. Both sides of your neck were fully covered in bruises and slick with drying saliva. He twisted your head any which way he could, his eyes although hidden behind his sunglasses, were full of heat and an intensity that you could feel even without seeing them.
Taking your uniform shirt into his hands, he finished ripping the rest of your uniform down to the bottom before yanking it open and taking in the sight of you beneath him. He grinned excitedly and ran his hand up your stomach before he gripped the edge of your bra and quickly jerked it upwards in a lust filled craze. Letting out a small yelp, you tried to cover your now exposed chest but you were stopped by his hands that pushed your arms up and over your head, as he pressed your hands onto the surface of the lab table.
“Hnnng...please...don’t look. It’s embarrassing...”, you softly called out. He laughed, bringing his face down to plant them in between your breasts before he released your hands to reach down and press the mounds to each side of his face. He rolled the soft and supple flesh against the side of his face, turning his head to bite and suck at the one to his right. Cupping your left breast in his massive hands, he smothered your right, pulling your hardened nipple into his mouth as he began to suckle. Arching your back off of the table at the sensation, you could feel a rumble within him as he laughed at your sensitivity. He pinched the nipple of your left breast between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the bud as well as tugging on it softly.
Every new sensation sent your mind reeling. You had never experienced anything like this before, content to stay a virgin until you had found the right one. You had of course experimented by yourself but being in the present moment, you found that what you used to do to yourself paled in comparison to the things Yuri was currently making your body experience. When he pulled the sensitive nipple between his teeth and tugged gently, you couldn’t hold back the wail that left your mouth. Embarrassed, you slapped a hand over your mouth, your face flushing red. You tilted your head back, knocking against the hard table beneath you and grasped his hair into your hands, pressing him closer to your body.
When he had gotten bored of that one, he switched to the opposite and did the same ministrations to the left one. He almost seemed determined to leave his mark on every important place upon your body.
Then you felt it again - the small ball among the soft flesh of his tongue. His tongue ring. It was definitely not an unwelcome feeling and a part of you wondered what it would feel like on the lower half of your body.
And as if he had read your mind, Yuri released your breasts from his grasp and focused his attention to the zipper on the side of your skirt. When you had first tried on your school uniform before coming to the prestigious academy, you remember feeling wary about how easy it was to access the zipper. But as you lay before a man you never thought would be the one to undo the zipper on your skirt, you felt relieved that it wouldn’t take as long to get off of your body. You were burning up, your skin feeling as if it were on fire.
You glanced down to see him looking directly at your face as he managed to get your zipper between his teeth. He wouldn’t do such a thing as pull it down with his teeth, would he? It was only a thing you had read about in the smut you used to read or in movies to make the atmosphere inherently more sexual. You blushed as you saw him tug on the metal, watching as it slowly came undone with each pull backwards. He laughed in anticipation, finding joy in the way your face slowly became red the more he unzipped. Of course Yuri would find humor in your inexperienced embarrassment.
When the zipper reached the bottom of the track, Yuri simply stood and gathered the material in his hands and tugged. Getting the idea, you lifted your hips slightly, allowing him to pull your skirt down across your waist. When he reached the broad span of your hips, you could feel his fingers dip into the waistband of your panties, the slight feeling of the nail on his forefinger teasingly scratching along the smooth skin of there.
He was practically salivating, waiting until you were exposed to him completely. Your heartbeat picked up as you realized that in only a small amount of time, he would be seeing you completely bare as you laid out before him on the lab table. No one has ever seen you this naked. While doubts and insecurities floated through your head, you had failed to notice the way Yuri’s breathing had increased with every sliver of skin that was revealed to his eyes.
When he lifted your legs to get the skirt off from around your ankles, you could see the apparent wet spot that soaked through your underwear. And by the giddy laughter that came from Yuri - you knew that he had seen it too. You gasped when he snatched your underwear from around your ankles and pressed them against his face, breathing in deeply. Releasing a whiney moan, he leveled the wet spot with his lips and you watched in complete and utter shock as he opened his mouth and placed the crotch of your panties on his tongue. When your taste covered his tongue he couldn’t help but to groan, his face flushing a bright red. You lay there, not being able to move a muscle and only watch as he tasted you from your underwear.
You closed your legs as your skirt finally managed to fall to the ground, leaving you to the mercy of his perverted stare. You whimpered with both a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. Glancing down Yuri’s body - knowing you could not hold his stare, you sucked in a breath when your eyes landed on his lower body and at the sight of the apparent tent in his pants. You had heard whispers that he was big (although not as big as Akemi) but you figured at that point in time that the specific piece of information did not have anything to do with you. But as you were struck with this apparent reality, you realized that you were about to become someone who could attest to his size.
When you saw a flash of color, you realized that you caught Yuri slipping your underwear into the back pocket of his jeans, a large grin on his face. “Hey! Those are mine! You can’t just- Ah!”
You were quickly silenced as Yuri grasped both of your ankles and parted your legs, bringing them up by your chest, thoroughly exposing you to his eyes. “Hehe...so pretty..”. You tried to force your legs back down but with his strong grip, you realized all of your struggling was useless. Throwing your hands over your face, you had come to the conclusion that if you could not see him staring so openly at you, then your confidence wouldn’t be completely gone. Even though he had just complimented you, the newness of everything that was happening was weighing heavily on you.
You flinched slightly when you felt his warm breath close to your core. Nervous, you tried to flex your hips backwards in order to vreate more of a distance between you two. But Yuri was not having it and placed his mouth right over your center, sliding his tongue from your opening to your clit. The sudden feeling made you cry out, your hands moving to grab the edge of the table. It was unlike anything you could even begin to try and picture from your youth.
Your fingers couldn’t hold a flame to the sensation of his mouth on you. He circled his tongue around the small bud, making sure to let the top of his tongue ring glide over it. He changed his movements, going between circles and straight lines up and down your clit. Your hips lifted from the table, whether to try and get away from warmth of his tongue or pull him closer - you didn’t know. His hand that was placed on your right leg, grabbed the ankle of the same leg and gently dropped it over the vertical side of the table, opening you up more to him. The hand on your left leg directed you to place it over his right shoulder, feeling the flushed skin of his back.
The obscene sounds that rung out into the classroom had your face become even more feverish. “Y-Yuri...Oh god yes!” He attacked your cunt like a man starved, his tongue creating the god like friction you craved in this very moment. You felt him shift slightly and felt something press against you - right under his tongue. His fingers. He collected the wetness that had begun to seep out of you onto his middle and ring finger, testing the waters by slipping his middle finger inside you all the way until the second knuckle. He groaned against you as he felt how tight you were around his singular digit. Your hand now moved to his head, tangling your fingers into his long hair as you let out gasps of pleasure into the air.
He began to move his finger inside of you, slowly dragging it out and pressing back in until you could take all of his finger up until the third and last knuckle. He kept that up, relishing in the way he could feel you become wetter. He pulled his finger out and with the next press in, you could feel that he had added his ring finger into the mix, pressing both fingers inside of you slowly. The stretch of just his fingers alone had you biting your lower lip at the slight sting. Even when you had played with yourself, you were always too scared to even attempt to put a single digit inside yourself. Plus a few girls from your middle school class had said that even if you did, it could never compare to the feeling of another person doing it.
And now as you lay on the lab table of a random classroom inside the private school, you figured the girls definitely knew what they were talking about. His tongue continued to flick against the bundle of nerves, his tongue ring always bumping against the bud with every movement. His breath was heavy against you, the muffled sound of the random noises he was making mixing in with the sounds of squelching as he thrust his fingers into you, quickly gaining some speed with it.
When he suddenly curled his fingers within you in a ‘come here’ motion, you felt the coil in your abdomen begin to tighten and you knew that you were almost there. “Oh fuck! Yuri please! I’m almost- hnnng!”. You found yourself unable to finish your plea as his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked. Stars erupted behind your vision as your leg clamped down on his shoulder and your hands tightened in his hair. And with a loud cry, you came apart. Your body spasmed and convulsed with the intensity of your orgasm and your legs snapped around his head, locking him in place. You chanted his name as you felt an electric current run throughout your body.
His fingers continued to pump in and out of you and he continued to lap against your clit as he helped you ride your high. And when your cries had deescalated, he slipped his free hand between your right thigh and his head, pushing your thigh away slowly. He waited until you started to buck your hips in order to pull away.
You watched through bleary eyes as he rose to his full height from where he had been bent over to get better access to your core.
But when his hand, still wet with your cum grabbed your cheeks and pressed down - forcing your mouth open, you realized he had other intentions. He hovered directly above you as he opened his own mouth and let his tongue peek out. The bright light of the setting sun through the open windows caught on the silver of his tongue ring, causing it to gleam. He proceeded to let a small amount of saliva drip down his tongue and watched as it trailed directly down into your open mouth.
You could taste yourself as he did this, the tangy flavor quickly spreading across your taste buds. He closed your mouth and with a breathy manic laugh, he instructed you to swallow. When you did as you asked, he leaned back up.
He tugged on your arm, pulling you up as he made quick work to rid you of both your torn uniform and your bra, tossing both to the ground before pressing you back down onto the cool surface of the lab table.
He grabbed the upper part of your thigh and jerked you towards him until you wet core fit snugly against his crotch. He ran his hand down your chest and stomach, taking in the smooth skin along the way. And then he was reaching for the button on his pants. You knew what was coming next. He was going to take your virginity. Anxiety settled in your chest and you began to second guess the situation. “Y-Yuri? You don’t h-have to do this. I can, um, suck you off perhaps?”
He tilted his head to the side and looked down at where you lay beneath him. “Hmmmm..no...next time,” he said, reaching forward to pat your inner thigh. At first you thought he had agreed to not do anything but when he continued to undo his pants, leaving no room for you to get up or get off of the table, you realized that he meant to save the head for next time. “I’m scared though! Will it hurt as bad as they say?” you asked, your voice wavering. When he shrugged, you felt your stomach sink. As he successfully undid his pants, allowing the black fabric to drop to the floor and leaving him in only his leopard boxers, you laid back against the table - weighing your options.
You could seriously ask him to stop and get dressed but then you would still have to go through with the gangbang tomorrow. But if you were to power through this, you wouldn’t have to see if you were correct about Tamura and his roughness. And even though you were scared of the pain, it was a risk you were willing to take.
The sound of something being ripped open caused you to blink back down to Yuri and you saw that he was opening a condom packet. Throwing the wrapper to the side, he placed a hand under the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, allowing his cock to spring free. You swallowed slowly at the sight of how large he was. He must have been about 5 ½ inches. And his girth was almost intimidating. The tip was an angry red and leaking a clear fluid that you recognized as pre-cum. You watched with an almost fearful type dread as he pinched the tip of the pink condom and rolled it down his length.
When his hands reach out for your legs once more, you shyly let him take hold of your calves and open them. He stepped into the space, the heavy weight of his cock bumping against the heated flesh of the inside of your upper thigh. He brought his arms back towards himself as he looped your legs around his hips before patting the outside of your thigh when he leaned back over you. He reached for your arms and threw them over his shoulders so that he was completely pressed down on you, not an inch of space left.
You let out a shaky breath, the corner of your eyes starting to fill with anxious tears. This was really about to happen. Yuri Ayato was about to take your virginity. He leaned forward and licked the tears that had escaped from your eyes as his right hand moved down his body to take hold of himself and line up with your opening. “Just please get it over with,” you begged. He stilled for a moment as he pulled away ever so slightly to glance at your face fully. You nodded at him, signaling that you were ready. And with the snap of his hips, he was inside you.
You clenched up at the sudden intrusion, the horrible sting of being stretched causing you to gasp. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before. The wetness from your first orgasm had definitely made the initial thrust easier. His face was against your neck as he let out a string of gasps and moans - each one in a different tone. He shallowly thrust into you, pressing deeper with each roll of his hips. Once he was fully inside you he decided to let you rest a second and get used to the feeling of him stretching you. He kissed and sucked on your neck, his teeth scraping the still sensitive skin as he whined an incoherent sentence of broken sounds.
But after a few moments, you gave an experimental roll of your own hips and found that it didn’t hurt as much to feel him move inside you. Taking that as his cue, he let himself pull almost all the way out before thrusting back in, a song like sigh escaping from his lips. While the pain was still there, it wasn’t as intense and with each entry, you found it hurt less and less. The stretch was still uncomfortable and something you weren’t used to feeling but the pain slowly began to fade. And as he began to pick a preferred pace, your body had started to adjust.
Your arms dropped from his shoulders as he pulled back, his frame looming over yours as he tossed his head back and let out high pitched moans. You found that your eyes couldn’t leave his face as he plunged into you. You watched him through hooded eyes as your face contorted into one of pleasure. From this angle, every time he rolled his hips, his pubic bone ground against your clit - sending a shock of electric arousal through your entire body.
Your moans started to grow in volume as you began to roll your hips upwards, meeting his thrust. His head lolled forward, mouth open and a huge smile on his flushed face. He was the epitome of sexual perfection. When he glanced down and saw that you now had your eyes closed and your head tossed to one side, his smile grew wider. Your hands pressed against the hard planes of his chest, nails digging into the uneven areas of his abdominal muscles.
Then suddenly - everything came to a sudden halt as he pulled out of you, dropping your legs against the edge of the table. You whimpered softly at the feeling of him no longer being inside you. When you opened your eyes, you saw that he was pointing to the floor before he disappeared from sight. Sitting up slowly, you peered over the edge of the table and saw him relaxing on his back and patting his thighs. “Ride me! Ride me! Fufufu!”
You blushed and nodded, carefully allowing yourself to drop from the table onto your feet. When you kneeled down, your legs finding a place on either side of his hips, you shyly pointed out that you didn’t know how to ride. He laughed, his tongue sticking out of his mouth. “I know, silly virgin!” He lightly tapped your thighs signaling for you to raise your hips. When you did, you placed a hand on the floor beside his shoulders so you could watch.
He held his cock as he slid it against your core, trying to find your opening again. And once he felt the dip leading into your velvet walls, he directed you to lower yourself onto him. You tossed your head back at the feeling of him sliding in even deeper than he had before. You were certain that in this position, he could press against your cervix - and when the dull pain of him hitting it made you moan, you knew you had been right.
“Roll! Roll! Roll! And ride!”, he shouted, taking your hips into his hands and mimicking a rolling motion. As you began to roll your hips, you softly keened at the feeling of his length sliding against your inner walls. He released his grip on your hips to throw his arms up and over his head, moaning as they rested against the cool tile. You placed your hands on his chest - just as you had seen in the videos you had watched to help get yourself off at night. This made it easier for you to pick up your hips and roll them. Several times you did this, watching him writhe and whine beneath you with each bounce. You felt powerful like this. Yuri’s pleasure was all in your hands. You could make him cum like this.
Your speed increased as he lifted his legs behind you, bending them at the knees and forcing you to scoot forward as his thighs pressed against your ass. He was a crazed howling mess with his head tossed back and every inch of his skin flushed a light shade of red. You moaned along with him, the feeling of being used and filled with each roll of your hips sending you into a state of bliss. But it wasn’t enough to send you over the edge. You needed something more. “Yuri! Please! I’m almost there!”
Almost instantly, his thumb hooked into the corner of your mouth, pressing into the hot cavern. You let your tongue roll around the digit, taking in the salty taste of sweat on his finger. After a moment, he jerked his thumb back and lowered it to your clit, rolling it over the small bundle of nerves. You fell forward, arms catching yourself as you quickened your pace. The white hot coil began to wind itself up again and with each flick of his finger, and each drag of his cock along your inner walls, brought you closer to your end. When he shoved you back slightly - causing him to once again hit your cervix with each bounce, you felt yourself release.
It hit you suddenly, the coil snapping as you arched your spine and threw your head back. Your voice cracked as you cried out in pure bliss, the warmth of your orgasm quickly spreading through your entire body. Yuri took over from below you, snapping his hips upward quickly, chasing his own release as well as helping you to ride out yours. He chuckled lightly, sitting up suddenly, causing you to lose your balance and fall backwards. He slipped out of you and got onto his knees, flipping you over so you lay on your stomach against the cold tile floor. He raised your hips with one hand and slammed back into you. You sobbed in as the overstimulation began to set in. He was now frantically fucking himself into you, his eyes rolling back into his head as a chorus of nonsense words spewed from his mouth along with the high pitched moans.
Then he was cumming, jerking his hips into you. Each thrust was deep and hard, causing the entirety of your upper body to move on the cold floor. His hips sputtered, and you could feel a certain warmth fill the condom from inside you. “Ah! Ah! Ahhhh!”
He continued to roll his hips forward, dragging his cock inside you a few more times before he pulled out and collapsed onto his back. You could hear him behind you breathing heavily and laughing softly to himself.
You couldn’t even move in the state you were in. Exhaustion took over your entire body, making you feel limp and every muscle strained. You heard him stand up behind you and walk a few feet before hearing the snap of the condom being disposed of. He pattered his way back over to you, reaching down into the pile of mixed clothes and walking over to you.
You felt something being dropped across your body and when you raised your head to see, you noticed he had given you his pink sweater to cover up. “Up Up!” He stood over you from behind and reached down, scooping his arms under your armpits before pulling you up and helping you on your feet. As you stumbled, he was quick to pull you to him as he walked you over to the clothes on the floor. He bent down and grabbed your skirt, folding it and handing it to you, humming his own tune all the while. He picked up the torn shirt that used to be your uniform before plucking the name tag from it and walking over to toss it away. He handed you the name tag before he collected his own clothes and began putting them on. While he busied himself doing that, you took the opportunity to put his sweater on yourself correctly. As it came down to your mid thigh, you deemed it good enough to wear at least until you got back to your dorm.
When the conversation came to the screen, you gasped. There in the midst of messages, you saw a singular image. After tapping on it, you blew it up and realized with a sinking feeling in your stomach - that it was a creep shot of Yuri on top of you as you were splayed out on the lab table, his hips connected with yours. Exiting out of the photo, you saw a singular line of text beneath the photo.
‘I guess the President will not be having his gang bang after all.’
Alternate universe inspired by Alice in Borderland
Dark themes and psychological tension
Only read if you’re comfortable with this!
Day 25: thigh riding
Kinktober
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Summary:
You’re trapped in the Borderland, playing Whisper Maze, a labyrinth where speaking loudly means death.
Banda Sunato, the cold and calculating predator, hunts and controls you, using your body for his amusement.
Will you survive the game — and him?
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Setting:
A metallic maze filled with narrow corridors, red flashing lights, and deadly silence.
It was supposed to be just another night in the Borderland. Another game. Another warning flashing in the blood-red sky.
But your heart knew it was different the second you saw the neon symbol glowing above the abandoned warehouse:
🃏 Jack of Spades — Whisper Maze
You’d heard the rumors. Club games were logic. Hearts were cruel. Diamonds were deceptive. But Spades? Spades were physical. Brutal. Instinctive. And with a Jack, it meant chaos.
As you stepped into the warehouse with five other players, you already felt the weight of the silence.
Then a screen flickered to life on the wall.
WHISPER MAZE
Survive the chase for 90 minutes.
You may only run or hide.
Speak above a whisper... and die.
Final survivor chooses who lives.
Your throat tightened. No speaking. No sound. Someone—or something—would be hunting you.
The door slammed shut behind you with a deafening clang.
Darkness. Then low emergency lights blinking red. The game had begun.
A girl nearby started sobbing softly. One of the guys panicked and sprinted down a corridor. The maze was cold metal, twisting walls, dirty floors. No safe place.
And you... you froze. Your breath came shallow. Your body knew.
He was here.
Standing at the end of the corridor. Perfectly still. Watching.
Banda Sunato.
You recognized him instantly. The serial killer who’d survived the Jack of Hearts without lifting a finger. The name whispered in terror across the Borderland. The predator who played people like puzzles.
He wasn’t chasing anyone.
He was waiting.
For you.
You tried not to look, tried to vanish into the maze. But the silence made your every step thunder through the metal halls.
Tap... tap... tap...
Footsteps. Behind you. Not running. Just... following.
You turned a corner. He was there. Closer now.
— "You run fast for someone who’s never killed," he whispered, voice low and rough.
You froze.
Sweat slid down your back, but it wasn’t fear. Not entirely.
— "Are you scared?" he murmured, head tilted, eyes glittering. "Or just wet?"
He stepped forward, slow and deliberate.
— "You know I hear whispers better than anyone," he breathed. "Even the ones coming from between your thighs."
Your lips parted, but you didn’t speak. You couldn’t.
You ducked behind a rusted metal panel, heart pounding. Other players were falling—quietly. One by one. You didn’t know how, you didn’t know who. But the maze was going quiet.
Then you felt it again: his presence. Heavy. Behind you.
— "You like this, don’t you?" His voice grazed your ear. "The fear. The pressure. The power."
You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to.
He crouched in front of you, expression unreadable.
— "You moaned last night. I saw you. Thought no one was watching when you rubbed up against that wall."
His eyes gleamed.
— "You don’t need a cock. You need friction."
Your thighs squeezed together involuntarily. His smirk widened.
Then, without a word, he sat down on the dirty floor, one leg stretched, the other bent. His arms opened slightly.
— "Come here. Now."
You blinked.
— "W-What?"
— "My thigh. You want it. You’ve been begging for it with every look you give me."
His voice dropped even lower.
— "And the game’s still on. So if you move... it better be for a good reason."
Your body moved before your brain could stop it. You crawled toward him, knees trembling, sitting slowly onto his strong thigh. Your thin shorts did nothing to protect you from the rough texture of his pants. The pressure was perfect—painful and perfect.
He hissed through his teeth.
— "That’s it. Go on, ride it. But keep quiet."
His hands landed on your waist, gripping tight.
— "One sound... and this game explodes your pretty little head."
You began to move. Slowly, cautiously. Grinding yourself against his thigh in small, desperate circles.
Every nerve in your body screamed. But your lips stayed shut.
He groaned softly. Not from pleasure—but from power.
— "That’s right... rub that needy little pussy all over me. Make a mess. Be good."
He leaned in.
— "Can you cum without making a sound? Or do I need to choke the silence into you?"
Your breath hitched.
He leaned back, eyes fixed on you, controlling every single motion.
Your rhythm grew frantic. Your hips bucked. Your clit throbbed with need.
You were so close—
A gasp slipped out. Soft. But loud enough.
His hand shot to your throat, not squeezing—yet. Just resting. Reminding you.
— "No. Not yet."
He leaned into your ear, voice like poison and silk.
— "You cum when I say. Or you don’t cum at all."
You trembled, thighs shaking around him, grinding slower now, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood.
He licked the smear of red from your lip, grinning.
— "Sweet. Just like I imagined."
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You tried to be quiet.
Tried to obey.
But Banda’s thigh under you was a vice of cruel pleasure, and your body couldn’t take it.
Your gasp was soft — barely a breath — but in the Whisper Maze, even that was too much.
His hand didn’t squeeze your throat. Not yet.
But it hovered there like a silent threat, fingers curling slowly.
— “You really can’t help yourself, can you?” he muttered, dark amusement dripping from every syllable.
— “Slutty little thing... can’t even follow the one rule keeping you alive.”
You bit your lip so hard it stung, trying not to look weak. Trying not to look like you loved how he spoke to you.
But you did.
And he saw it.
His hand slid down from your throat, across your chest, stopping just above your waistband.
— “You want to cum on my thigh so badly,” he whispered. “And I haven’t even touched your pussy yet.”
He tilted his head, smirking.
— “What if I never do?”
Your breath hitched. He laughed — quietly — but enough to make you shiver.
— “All that wetness, all that heat, wasted on grinding like a desperate bitch in heat. And you still can’t keep quiet.”
You moved again. Slow. So slow. Your thighs trembling as you rocked your hips against him.
He didn’t stop you.
But he didn’t help either.
Just watched.
— “Look at you. So obedient now. So desperate to cum you’ll humiliate yourself without a single touch.”
He leaned in, licking the shell of your ear.
— “I could edge you for hours. You’d let me.”
You nodded — barely — terrified and turned on.
His voice dropped.
— “You like it. Being my little toy. Grinding like a fuckdoll. Trying not to scream while your cunt drools all over me.”
Your body jolted. You were close again. Too close.
You reached for his shoulders, nails digging in, trying to hold yourself together.
He chuckled.
— “Nope.”
With a firm grip, he stilled your hips. You whimpered — but quickly covered your mouth.
— “You don’t get to cum yet,” he said calmly. “In fact… I think you need to learn what begging quietly really means.”
He leaned back against the cold metal wall, thigh flexing under you.
— “Beg for it, baby. But whisper. Or I’ll make you start over.”
You were shaking. Dripping. The pressure between your legs was blinding.
But your voice came out as a breathy plea:
— “Please... please let me cum…”
He raised an eyebrow.
— “That’s it? That’s all you’ve got?”
He bounced his thigh once. A jolt of friction made you see stars. Your hips twitched involuntarily.
— “Try again. More pathetic.”
You blushed. Shame flooding your chest. But your pussy throbbed so hard it hurt.
You leaned forward, lips brushing his ear, whispering brokenly:
— “I-I need it... I’ll be good... I’ll ride your thigh ‘til I break, just please... please let me cum, I can’t take it anymore…”
He moaned softly, cock twitching inside his pants at the sound.
— “Good girl,” he growled.
Then his lips curved into something cruel.
— “But the answer is still no.”
You whimpered again, but stayed silent.
He tapped your thigh twice.
— “Ride. Slowly. No sounds. No cumming. Do it until your legs shake.”
And so you did.
You grinded against him, over and over, slow and desperate.
Holding back your orgasm like it was your last breath.
Clenching your muscles. Biting your own hand. Tears forming in your eyes.
And all the while, Banda watched you with dark satisfaction.
— “I could do this forever,” he whispered, brushing a single finger between your legs, teasing, not enough.
— “Just watching you suffer. Feeling you soak my thigh while your body begs for release.”
He leaned close, breath hot.
— “But the real question is… what would you give me, little prey… if I finally let you cum?”
You didn’t know how long you’d been grinding.
Your hips were raw. Your clit pulsing like it had its own heartbeat.
Your thighs trembled with every motion, tears streaking down your flushed cheeks.
But Banda didn’t move.
Didn’t help.
Didn’t stop.
He just stared.
Arrogant. Calm. Slightly amused.
You were his personal porn — his favorite type: desperate, quiet, pathetic.
— “You're shaking so much now,” he murmured. “Poor baby... look at this little cunt, clenching for nothing.”
His hand brushed your inner thigh, wet and sticky from your arousal.
He licked his fingers, moaning darkly.
— “You taste like desperation. Like you’d sell your soul for one good thrust.”
You could barely breathe.
Your voice came out broken — whispering only because the game still listened.
— “Please, please, Banda, please... I’m gonna pass out... I c-can’t take it…”
He tilted his head like a curious animal. Then finally... he moved.
He grabbed your hips hard.
And made you ride him.
Fast. Brutal. Relentless.
His thigh flexed under you, and you screamed silently — your body jerking, head falling forward.
— “You want it?” he growled. “Fucking cum. Right now. On my thigh. Ruin yourself for me.”
You cried out, mouth open in a silent scream as the orgasm hit you like a collapse.
Pain and pleasure colliding.
Your body convulsed against him — one last time — dripping all over his pants.
He let you ride it out.
Let you shake.
Let you sob.
And then…
He pushed you off.
Just like that.
Your body collapsed to the cold floor of the metal maze, legs too weak to hold you.
You looked up at him, dazed, mascara running, mouth open to ask something — anything.
But he was already standing. Adjusting his pants. Calm again.
— “That was fun,” he said casually, eyes no longer warm. Just distant.
— “You're good for a few rides. But that’s all you are.”
You blinked, heart pounding in a whole new way.
— “W-What…?”
He crouched down beside you.
— “Did you think this meant something?”
A soft chuckle.
— “You’re a toy. A brief distraction. The real thrill is watching someone break and beg.”
He stood fully, turning his back on you.
The screen above flickered. The final timer: 00:47 seconds left.
One survivor gets to choose.
He walked away.
Your fingers trembled, reaching out — not for sex, not for his thigh — but for him. For anything.
i love ur chishiya fics so much, can u please write something about niragi because im starving over here 😔🙏🏻
3 times a charm (or maybe the 6th?)
Niragi x Reader
Summary: Five times Niragi tried to flirt with you and that one time when he succeeded.
Warnings: NSFW 18+ smut -> minors get out
A/N: Thank you ♡ I've needed to get Niragi smut out of my system. Hope you're well fed now for a moment.
Part 2
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One
You arrived to the Beach with Arisu and Usagi. Half of the people at the pool party stopped and turned to look at you, making you feel a little awkward of the attention you were pulling to yourself.
A few people introduced themselves to you, until you noticed a certain man looking at you from head to toe, his stare more intense than the others there.
"Hey there, pretty face," a man with black hair smirked, walking towards you. "What's your name?"
You rolled your eyes, already able to tell what kind of man you were about to be dealing with. "What's it to you?"
"Well, i'd like to have a name to call you with, but i can keep 'pretty face' too if you're into that," he smiled.
You hesitated for a few seconds, studying his face for a moment. He was probably around your age, certainly taller than you and, you had to admit, quite a good-looking too. "Y/N."
"Pretty name for a pretty girl," he smirked and offered his hand to you. "Niragi. Pleasure to meet you."
You hesitantly took his hand in yours to shake it, but when he had a grip on you, he yanked you forward so fast that you almost tripped, crashing against his chest. He lifted your face upwards to make eye contact with you by his forefinger under your chin.
"Can't wait to get to know you better, Y/N," he said quietly, biting his lower lip as he quickly glanced at your lips. It happened so fast you could have easily imagined it though.
Him saying your name outloud made your heart flutter a little, and his words were about to make you slightly blush, so you were fast to brush his hand off your face and return to hang out with Arisu and Usagi.
"I don't think so," you said right before you left him alone.
You could feel Niragi's stare on you when you walked away from him without another word.
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Two
You were on your way to the pool when Niragi appeared behind a corner, almost crashing on you.
"There you are," Niragi greeted, a smile spreading on his face.
"Um, hello?" you slowly said, confused and eyebrows furrowed.
Niragi pushed you backwards until your back hit the wall. He trapped you there, hands on both sides of your head.
"Finally got you alone, princess," Niragi grinned. "Want to have some fun, hm?"
"I'll pass," you stated coldly, face completely serious. Niragi slowly dropped his hands down, moving to rest them on your hips instead.
"Come on, princess. I can make you feel so –"
You lifted your leg, your knee kicking him hard on his crotch. Niragi folded in half in pain, falling on his knees on the floor. You pushed him to lay on his back, keeping him there by laying your foot on his chest. His face looked genuinely surprised.
"Call me princess again and i won't be as gentle with you anymore," you gritted between your teeth.
Niragi only grinned. "Sorry, but your effort of intimidating me backfired a little because that was actually pretty hot."
You just huffed and left him to lay there without another word.
"You'll give in at some point, sweetheart!"
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Three
You were laying by the pool in your red bikinis when you felt a shadow landing on top of you.
"You're blocking the sun," you muttered.
You thought he had left you alone when the shadow was gone, but when you opened your eyes, you saw him laying down next to you, only a small gap between your bodies.
"Niragi, can you get it into your head already – i'm not going to sleep with you," you sighed, starting to get really annoyed.
"Hey, i didn't even mention anything about sex now, no need to get defensive," Niragi said but you saw the usual smug grin on his face. "You look good in bikinis though."
"Thanks," you spat with no actual gratitude. "What do you want?"
"I thought we should get to know each other better."
"You want to get to know me?" you asked, getting up enough to lean on your elbows. You narrowed your eyes, feeling suspicious. "Why?"
"You intrigue me," he admitted.
"I intrigue you?" you repeated, sure you heard him correctly. "Just because i'm pretty and i don't want to fuck you?"
Niragi let out a laugh. "Partly."
"There's literally dozens of girls here, why don't you go bother someone else?"
He turned to lay on his side, his body towards you. "Because you're different. We're more alike than you think."
"Yeah? How exactly are we alike?"
"First of all – you're hot, i'm hot."
"Me? Obviously. You? Debatable," you corrected him.
"Excuse me?" Niragi said, raising his eyebrows and pretending to act offended. "You don't think i'm hot?"
"I've seen better," you shrugged, trying to act all nonchalant.
"See, that's the second thing we have in common – mocking sarcasm," he pointed out.
"And a third thing?" you asked.
"We're both outcast."
"You don't even know me," you stated. "How can you know i'm outcast? I could have been the most popular and wanted girl in our school."
"Oh, i'm sure you were wanted by many, many guys," he grinned, eyeing your body again, until he narrowed his eyes, locking eyes with you. "But i can tell you were the black sheep. You don't follow and do what other people do just because the society tells you you should act certain way."
You furrowed your brows. You hated when people were able to read you. You wanted to deny every word he claimed to be true about you, but you couldn't do that.
"See, i knew i was correct," he said when he got only silence from you, clearly proud of himself.
"Shut up," you spat.
"What do i have to do for you to stop resisting my company so hard, hm?" he asked. "Do i have to bring you flowers or whatever the hell girls like to get as gifts?"
"Giving gifts shouldn't be an obligation," you said. "And i don't care about flowers."
"What do you care about then?" Niragi asked, narrowing his eyes and mentally taking notes.
"I know you only care about getting into my pants and i'm not that kind of girl."
To be honest, you'd had hookups with a few men you knew you'd never see again afterwards and you had nothing against that. Sometimes mindless sex with no commitments was what you needed, but for some reason you didn't want to give in to Niragi, no matter how good-looking you had to admit he was – you'd never say it outloud to his face though. You didn't want to make his ego any bigger.
"You're not, hm?" he asked. "Do i have to buy you a dinner first?"
"No, thank you," you refused and turned your face away from him. You closed your eyes and tried to ignore him, continuing to enjoy the sun.
"Well, what do i need to do to get your attention?"
"You could start by going away."
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Four
A guy approached you and this time, it wasn't Niragi. "Hey, there," he greeted with a smug grin on his face, eyeing you from head to toe. Way to go to be subtle. "What's your name, beautiful?"
"Too-good-for-you," you responded and crossed your arms against your chest, as if that would cover enough of you wearing only the bikini top. You felt awfully exposed under his hungry gaze.
"Sassy, i like that," he grinned. "Come on, we should get to know each other." He stepped closer, while you took automatically a step back.
"No thanks," you said, trying to put a polite smile on your face.
"What's going on here?" a familiar voice asked, appearing next to you out of thin air. You smelled his cologne when he pulled you close to his side, arm around your waist.
The man, whose name you didn't know, made eye contact with Niragi, trying to look all defensive.
"Sorry, but i think i was talking to her, so i'd suggest you to leave," the man stated, and you were a little taken aback how directly he was defending himself to Niragi.
"I don't think so, pal," Niragi said, giving him a death stare. After a moment of trying to decide if he should stand up to Niragi or not, the man walked away, knowing Niragi owned a gun.
Nobody wanted to make a man, who owned a gun, angry.
You hadn't fully realised that Niragi was actually touching you, keeping you against him, since you had been partly even grateful that he had stepped in to get the man away from you. You quickly pushed him away.
"What are you doing?" you asked.
"I'm not going to let other men touch my girl," he stated like saying a fact everyone should obviously know.
"I'm not your girl," you denied and crossed your arms.
"Yeah? Still, you didn't pull away when i grabbed you like this," he pointed out and pulled you against him one more time by your waist, his touch sending you goosebumps around your body, radiating to every direction from the spot his hand was resting. "Admit it, you like that i show others i've claimed you."
"You haven't claimed me!" you shouted, a little too loudly, trying to push him away from you but he wouldn't let go right away.
"Tell yourself whatever you want, pretty face," Niragi smirked.
You didn't want to admit it to yourself but you did like it when he had his hand on your skin.
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Five
"She's the witch! Let's burn her!"
A man lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you towards the fire outside.
"Let go of me!" you screamed.
You were hitting his back with your fists, trying to get him to let you down but his grip was too tight, and he didn't mind the little pain against his back you were causing. You were trying to kick him with your feet but it was no use, he was a lot stronger and bigger compared to you. You were starting to get awfully close to the fire.
Burning alive wasn't on your list of preferred causes of death.
"Hey, asshole!" someone yelled, making the man carrying you stop on his tracks. "Put the lady down immediately."
You recognised the voice easily, you'd recognise it everywhere by now.
"But, but she might be the witch!"
"Shut the fuck up and put her down," Niragi commanded.
He let you down, probably having a gun pointed at his face. As you had been put down, that same man fell down on the ground almost instantly, a bullet pierced right through his forehead.
"Was that really necessary?" you asked and crossed your arms against your chest.
"He was just about to throw you in the fire," he stated, stepping closer to you, only a little gap between your bodies. You didn't back away from him. "A thank you would be nice."
"Well, thank you," you muttered and avoided eye contact with him, but he turned your face towards him with his hand on your cheek.
"Don't you think i deserve a kiss for saving you?" Niragi asked, lifting his left eyebrow.
"A kiss?" you asked, not sure if you heard him correctly. "You genuinely want only one kiss?"
"Yes."
"I don't think so," you chuckled.
"Come on, sweetheart, it's only a kiss, i'm not going to start ripping your clothes off," Niragi smirked. "We don't have time for that right now."
"On the cheek," you insisted.
"Better than nothing."
You rolled your eyes and leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek, but just in time he turned his head so that you kissed him straight on his lips.
You gasped in horror and was about to slap him on the cheek, but he figured out you'd lift your hand to do that and grabbed your wrist.
"Calm down, princess," Niragi said, smile on his face. "You can admit that you liked it."
"I didn't," you stated, but a part of you would have wanted to do that again. Properly to see how his lips really felt like on yours.
"Tell yourself whatever you want." He winked at you and then left you alone, resting his gun against his shoulder.
For a moment you looked after him, keeping your finger on your lower lip, cheeks warming up a little bit.
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Six
You had entered the King of Clubs game with your friends, and had surprisingly gotten the man who had become obsessed with you along – Niragi, of course.
Currently, you were standing next to Niragi, just the two of you, facing a man from the opposite team. You didn't have much time left to beat the game, your team was losing and your death was near. Still, you had to take every point you'd get.
Niragi offered his hand to you. You only looked at it with a slight disgust on your face.
"Come on," Niragi rolled his eyes. "It's just for the game."
You hesitantly took his hand in yours, raising your points to 5400. You managed to touch the man, adding 500 points for your team and making the man curse under his breath.
"See how good team we are," Niragi leaned in to whisper into your ear, his hot breath on your skin sending tingles down your spine.
You tried to yank your hand off but Niragi wouldn't let go.
"Niragi, let go of me," you groaned.
"But your hand feels so nice," he complained.
"Nice?" You lifted your eyebrows. "My hand feels nice?"
"Yeah, it's softer than i imagined," Niragi plainly said.
"You've imagined what my hand would feel like?" you asked.
"Sweetheart, i've imagined what your entire body would feel like on mine," Niragi whispered, now standing in front of you, extremely close.
"I told you, i'm not going to sleep with you," you insisted.
"Mhm," he hummed. "You know that our team is clearly losing and we only have 15 minutes to live. Might as well use it better than dwelling on self pity how we're going to die soon. Don't you think?"
Niragi lifted his hand on your cheek, but you brushed it off and turned around to leave. Before you were able to get further than a few steps, Niragi grabbed your elbow, pulling you back.
"Why don't we finish what we should have started at the Beach, hm?" he murmured in your ear, standing behind you and wrapping his arm around your waist. "We're gonna die anyway soon so why waste the time just sitting around when we can make a use of it?"
Niragi had tried to get your clothes off since the day he first saw you but you had resisted him every time he was about to put his hands on you.
The only thing you were able to think about right now was that you truly were going to die soon. There was no hope for you anymore, for none of your friends. Why not replace all that pouting and depressed waiting with one round of mindless, meaningless sex - even if it was with Niragi.
"Oh for fuck's sake," you mumbled and turned around, seeing the hungry smirk on his scarred face. You were going to hate yourself for this but you didn't care to think anymore, sure you were dead meat already.
You pulled Niragi into a kiss, and he didn't hesitate a moment longer to kiss you back, forcefully sneaking his tongue inside your mouth to taste every part of you.
He pulled your top off, admiring the view of your bare upper body. He was about to unclasp your bra as well, but you slapped his hand away.
"Even though we're about to die, you don't get to see everything," you stated seriously, amusing Niragi.
"I like how hard to get you're constantly playing with me," he smirked. "Even now."
He pushed you against the red container behind you, your bare back being glued on the cold metal. Niragi pulled your shorts down and didn't hesitate a second longer, pushing two fingers into your vagina, making you let out a loud gasp.
"Yes, be as loud as you can, princess," Niragi murmured and pumped his fingers harder inside you, curling his fingers and hitting just the right spots, as if he had done this to you already many times before.
"Oh, fuck," you gasped, but then he pulled his fingers off and started unbuckling his belt to get his pants off. You shot him an angry glare.
"Time's running, we don't have time to do everything and i want to cum inside your sweet little pussy before i die," he growled, making you even more aroused than before.
He stroked his cock a few times and then pushed inside you. You let out a loud moan, not able to keep it down.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted against your neck.
He grabbed your ass, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist and didn't let you adjust more than a few seconds, starting to push in and out of you roughly.
Having him inside you, you started to regret a little for pushing him away at the Beach. You didn't want to admit it to yourself though. You didn't want him to know that he had finally won after his several attempts, but being inside you he was well aware of that.
Just now you realised how much you truly had craved sex and having someone this close to you – even if it was Niragi.
He moaned and grunted against your neck as he fastened his pace. He started sucking on different spots around your neck until he found one which made you insane and feel so good. You could feel his tongue piercing against your skin, the metal ball feeling slightly cold.
"Oh my god," you moaned, grabbing his hair roughly with your fingers.
You were starting to reach your climax, sharp nails digging on his shoulders, most definitely leaving marks. He came right after you, his body squeezing you harder against the large container when he let his body relax a little bit, but still managing to keep you up and not make you fall on the ground.
"My god, you felt so good," Niragi sighed, brushing your hair behind your ear, taking you into a hungry kiss.
Suddenly, a familiar female voice spoke again.
"The scores have changed," the voice announced. "The player team now leads with 500 points."
Both you and Niragi stopped moving, breaking the kiss, freezing to your places as you turned your heads to the large white screen showing the scores of both teams.
"What the-"
"Fuck," you breathed out.
There was only a minute left of the game by now and your team was suddenly winning. You weren't going to die? What the hell had Arisu and the others done?
Niragi looked at you, grinning.
"Well, well," he mumbled. "I guess we can have a round two some other day, since we won't die after all."
You scoffed, pushed him off you and pulled your shorts back on.
"Not going to happen," you denied and shook your head, pulling your top on as well. Right after, Niragi pulled you towards him, your back against his chest once again.
"Well, i'm sure we'll end up in another situation where we're gonna die in a few minutes and you'll need a quick last minute fuck," Niragi said and lowered his voice into a whisper, speaking right into your ear. He brought his hand up and massaged your left breast. "I'll be there waiting for you, princess."
You pushed him off again, a little too roughly. Cum was dripping down your leg. You brushed the cum on your hand and cleaned it on Niragi's shirt.
"Oh you want to attach your smell on me so i surely won't stop thinking about you, huh?"
"Think whatever you want, i don't care. I just don't see a sink or toilet paper here to clean myself up right now."
Arisu, Kuina and Usagi saw you and Niragi approaching them a few minutes later.
"Where have you two been?" Usagi asked, looking genuinely worried with her furrowed brows. "We've been looking for you."
Niragi smirked. "Wouldn't you want to know."
You smacked him on his chest and gave him a death stare. "Not. A. Word," you gritted through your teeth.
Your words managed to only amuse Niragi even more.
I love your writing so much! ❤️ could you write dating arisu ryohei x reader? sfw and nsfw please! continue the great work!
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universe: alice in borderland
warnings: nsfw
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☆ your relationship started really slow, he was too shy to talk to you and you just enjoyed his awkwardness,
☆ arisu admired you from far for a while, especially when you talked with other people. he loves the way you smile and laugh, also how your gaze changes depending on who you talk to,
☆ he's not only your boyfriend, but also your best friend. he would spend all time in the world to listen to you talk, complain or vent whenever you want. he's a very good listener and always has some reassuring words for you,
☆ he introduced you to his friends as soon as you started dating, it felt like heaven when he noticed y'all get along pretty well,
☆ arisu makes sure you join group games together, he prefers to keep you close and safe, especially when your visa is about to expire,
☆ he loves physical touch, especially your hugs and cuddles, but won't ever ask for any if he's not sure you'll want the same thing,
☆ he's a good hugger, but gets very awkward when you try to tease him in the meantime,
☆ he also loves when you kiss him first, he always leans to your touch, let's you decide on the pace,
☆ arisu won't tell anyone if you don't want him to, your relationship will be as private as you want. if you don't care or want people to know, he will tell his friends first to show you that he doesn't want to hide either,
☆ sooner or later, you start to go out on dates, holding hands in public or even kiss when there's not too many people around,
☆ i believe he's also a type who loves some good old matching. doesn't matter if it's your shirts, socks or hand-made jewelry - he will proudly show people your together by having matching clothes/accessories with you,
☆ he adores it when you play with his hair, especially late night when you're both in bed and try to fall asleep after such a tough day,
☆ he can get really protective over you, maybe sometimes a bit too much. will make sure you eat, sleep and drink enough. also - if there's anyone bother you he will talk to them, fighting his anxiety into his pocket to protect you,
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☆ your first time wasn't as awkward as you thought it would be, actually, he was very calm, romantic and collected. he's a really passionate lover, will do anything for you.
☆ let's get this straight - he's a sub prefering switch, especially with you,
☆ he's new to being a dom, which makes him ask you many questions whenever he wants to impress you or just make you feel good,
☆ he won't ever start anything before asking for permission. many people think it's a huge mood killer, but asking for your consent seems to make him even more eager to touch you. he also will as you if it feels good or if you want to take a break every now and then,
☆ as a dom, he tries to learn new things about you, pushing you to the edge and enjoying you squirm under his touch,
☆ he doesn't really have rules for you to follow, he makes them up sometimes, so they meet your needs,
☆ if he has no ideas on what to do next, he will just close his eyes, caress your body and kiss your neck and chest, waiting for you to give him more instructions. he's a fast learner,
☆ when it comes to punishing you - he's not very creative and truly hates to make you upset. mostly he will just threaten you with a sort of punishment but will never actually do it. he punished you just once, which was more of a punishment for him, since he decided you can't touch each other for a whole week after he caught you masturbating without him once,
☆ most of the time when he is your sub, he behaves really well. no matter how much he wants it, he won't break any rules you give him, even will make some up just for you to use,
☆ what surprised you the most is that he loves edging. especially when you watch some movies or listen to music in your room, he will let you slide your hand under his pants and touch him for hours without letting him cum, just so he can take control later,
☆ sometimes he will sneak into your room, close the door and lean against it, giving you that specific, needy look in his eyes, that tells you I'm all yours. in that scenario you usually end up lying in your bed, pressing your bodies against each other while you moan, masturbating and showing each other what you like most,
☆ if you like to experiment, he's your man. he will try anything you throw at him just to find new ways to pleasure each other,
☆ arisu is a sucker for some good aftercare, especially if you can take care of each other. Mostly after sex you end up in a shower together, teasing even more and enjoying every second of the time you two have together.
Hello! If you're from my Chishiya fic please look away, I am really deep in writers block and I thought this could be fun.. Warning this is fully explicit, if you're not into that please click off!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Very, very gentle. He's scared that he hurt you in someway, or was too rough, or you would regret it immediately after- doesn't matter if you took the initiative or not. Despite being a borderline genius- he's not that knowledgeable in after care, but he tries his best. Cleaning you and himself up after with a wet rag, tissues, toilet paper- which ever was the most convenient at the time- and making sure you feel comfortable, asking if you need anything, ect, ect.. he loves your comforting praises after more than he would like to admit.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Arisu couldn't answer that question earnestly with a gun to his head. He didn't have a favorite, couldn't physically choose one. He was obsessed with everything about you, infatuated with every inch of your being- one moment he would ogle your thighs, than your waist, your chest, your lips, your eye's- yep, he would have to take the bullet. As for him.. well, they don't call them gamer fingers for nothing. He's a bit too proud of how long he can go without getting a hand cramp.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
When Arisu was young he was freaked out by it, thought it was dirty and inhuman- even though it subsided in his late high school years and his hormones were flying through the roof it was always a thought in the back of his mind. That's why it took him by complete shock when you asked him if he wanted to cum on your face, and how fast he came after the fact. He couldn't take his eye's off you after, having to shake himself out of his mind before he got hard again.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
While not major to most- Arisu would never admit to watching as much porn as he frequently does. He's an absolute porn-freak. One websites, apps, magazines- you name it, he's seen it. Oh, and he has a thing for keeping your underwear- which he would never tell you of course, or take without your permission!
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He's not a virgin, while he doesn't have women throwing themselves at him left and right, he's not completely oblivious to the sex scene. And sure, he's watched it, and heard story's from his friends- but doing it is a whole other ball park.. its a good thing he's a fast learner. But there are still a good handful of thing he's yet to be introduced too.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Anything you want. Preferably position's he could fully watch you in, but if wanted to try something new Arisu was anything but picky. However, he does have a knack for missionary and cowgirl- he adores picking apart your reactions, how your head throws back when he fondles your breast, or when he sucks bruises into your neck and you follow up with a low moan.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Arisu always tries to make light of a situation with humor. Especially during your first few nights together; if he feels like the silences are too prolonged he'll tell a joke, or when you make a move and all he can do is let out a nervous giggle- its adorable in hindsight, although you know he hates when he reacts like a untouched-virgin.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Nicely trimmed, not too short, not too long. Before you, he would never give shaving a second glance. After all why would he need too? No one was going to see him there anyways. It was on your first date that he bashfully decided to keep himself more well groomed, for your sake.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Nervous, of course. He's overly sensitive, hyper-aware of everything going on- and you wouldn't have it any other way. He's takes his time, making sure you know how much you mean to him every step of the way- whether is be by his words, or his hands, or his tongue..
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He surprisingly has a higher sex drive than you would think. He could go one after the other after the other.. he only needs a few length breaks in between before he's back on track! His record was four in one day- which he only counted because of a stupid, and completely childish bet with Karube and Chota.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Arisu never gave thought to power play, especially being titled the submissive one- and maybe it was just you that provoked it in him-but when you first climbed on-top of him, whispering borderline pornographic praises in his ear- moving his hands where you wanted them, refusing to let him cum to early- he knew he would do anything you asked, and you knew it too.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Bedroom- preferably yours. Covered completely by you; your clothes, your perfume, your bed sheet.. he's not one to venture off, especially while still living with family. Although his guard does lower in the borderlands, he'll do it anywhere he deems safe enough for you.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Everything. Nothing. Someday's he could see you in a skimpy bathing suit and all he can think is how beautiful your eyes are or how much he adores your laugh. Other days he can get hard in an instant if you look at him a certain way- mind twirling with different images of you- you under him, on-top of him, him between your legs...
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything to hurt you is an absolute no. Blood, knifes, scratch marks- there all no-go's. He's even hesitant to use degrading nicknames. Although he wouldn't mind mild restrains or gags of some sort, on him of course. And don't even think about calling him daddy, he will gag.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He loves both! Want to give him a blowjob? His pants are already coming off. You asked him to eat you out? He's on his knee's in seconds. Although he love's you warm mouth and curious tongue- nothing beats being between your legs. Tasting you, smelling you- don't even get him started on you tightening your thighs around his head, keeping him in place while you ride out your orgasm.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Most of the time Arisu likes to keep it slow and sensual, covering every conceivable inch of you in small kisses and following your shape with gentle wandering hands. Once in a while he'll get caught up in bliss, pace radical and tight grips- but he'll apologies immediately after, brushing your hair out of the way and asking if your okay- you always are.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Not his favorite, he enjoys cherishing every moment with you, every whimper and shutter of yours graved into his mind- but there not half bad in his opinion. He has morning wood but a class in fifteen minutes? If your up for it, he is too. After all he would be a fool to not take the chance up.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
If it's nothing too crazy, like almost sadistic, he'll try anything once if it makes you happy. Arisu has no problem stepping out of his comfort zone for you, matter of fact doing introduced him to things he would have never known he was into. Although you'll have to slowly get through his shy demeanor at first.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He's a loser-gamer with a porn addiction... yeah he's not lasting long at all! But he does really, really, try to hold off when you ask him too, after all he doesn't want to disappoint you. Either way he makes up for it by offering a second round, he'll need a second to recharge but as soon as you start leaving kisses down his neck it's go time!
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Would he ever by himself? Absolutely not. Even if he wanted too, he'd be too embarrassed to go out and buy one- hell, he wouldn't even want the charge on his card. Besides a fleshlight - which was a joke gift Karube got him for his birthday, "I knew you'd love it!" he said, watching Arisu's face turn the brightest shade of red any ones every seen- Arisu's never once owned a sex toy on his own account. Until he meet you. It started off innocent enough- cheeky lingerie, strawberry lube, clit vibrators- than you turned the vibrators on him and introduced him to male sex toys.. he was sure his brain chemistry changed after the fact.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
You would say he's a tease, he would say he's making sure every inch of you doesn't go unappreciated. He really doesn't mean too, and when ever he notices you getting aggravated or huffy for more friction, he gives you a sly smile and ask's you what you want him to do to you. When said, he jumps straight into action.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Arisu really tries to hold it in, truly, with all his might - but he's just naturally loud. And you would be lying if you said he wasn't good at it. Every whimper, moan, grunt, and curse could be heard from the man, none of his reactions going unnoticed. He didn't shy away from being verbal either, much to your delight.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
This man is most love-struck fool ever. And that leads to a lot of desperation on his end, especially while your away. How dare you treat him so good? Give him the most live changing orgasm than leave to your collage classes thirty minutes latter? The amount of things he's rubbed himself off too because of it was shameful; your voicemail, a small note you left him on a sticky note, the smell of your shampoo..
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Arisu was an average length, 6 and a half inches long - he swear the half inch makes a huge difference - and a width of an inch and a half, lean like the rest of his body. Pale pink and a strong veins coming from his shaft, they were always the most sensitive- along with his tip of his dick.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He could do without getting off everyday. Sleeping through it or taking a cold shower if necessary, and he never beg you into anything you weren't in the mood for but it's safe to say it doesn't take long to get him in the mood.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
As much as his hormones love raging off the charts- his physical athleticism slows him down. Generally he could fall asleep anywhere, anyplace in seconds- but plus being physically and mentally tired? He's already in a deep sleep. (After after-care, of course) Good luck trying to wake him up!
This man will grab a warm towel, clean you up without saying a word, throw one of his oversized shirts at you like it’s a charity project, and then pull you to his chest like "ugh… fine… stay here."
Will call you an idiot for overdoing it… while running his fingers through your hair like you’re made of glass.
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B = Body part
Your mouth.
Your voice. Your smile. Your kisses.
Especially when you argue with him while being out of breath.
He lives for that.
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C = Cum
Possessive. Disgustingly possessive.
Inside, preferably.
But he also loves seeing you messy…
So don’t be surprised if he finishes on your face or stomach just to admire his “work”.
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D = Dirty secret
He has jerked off thinking about you crying for him.
Yeah… that one time you fought and got emotional?
He used that memory.
Rotten to the core.
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E = Experience
Very experienced.
Not a big body count… but when he does it…
He does it RIGHT.
Technical. Calculated. Perfect even in bed. (Ugh… of course.)
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F = Favourite position
Missionary with your legs over his shoulders.
Because he loves seeing your face, your tears, your struggle to breathe.
If he’s feeling mean?
Bent over, with your face in the pillow while he ruins you.
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G = Goofy
LOL… no.
Maybe a sarcastic smirk…
And dirty, degrading little comments like:
"I thought you could take more than that…"
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G = Goal
To make you addicted.
Simple. Clear. Cruel.
He wants you trembling at just the thought of him.
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H = Hair
Silky. Always smells good. Always perfect… until you ruin it.
Down there? Trimmed.
He’s too much of a clean freak for anything else.
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I = Intimacy
Pretends he’s not romantic…
But the way he looks at you?
Like you’re the most precious thing in the world.
Especially when he’s buried deep inside you, breathing heavy, hands shaking just a little.
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J = Jack off
Yes. A lot.
Especially after arguments…
Or when you’re ignoring him on purpose.
Lying in bed, shirt pushed up, hand between his legs…
And thinking about the way you moan for him.
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K = Kink
Degradation kink.
Loves seeing you break.
Teasing you until you cry (from pleasure, of course).
Control kink too…
Pinning you against walls… making you beg…
Yeah.
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L = Location
Anywhere risky enough to make you bite your fingers to stay quiet.
Hallways. Public bathrooms. His car.
But… his bed is his throne.
Because nothing beats seeing you sprawled out on his sheets.
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M = Motivation
Your voice.
Your needy eyes.
The way you bite your lip when you’re nervous.
Basically… everything you do that screams you’re his.
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N = No
Fake drama.
Fake moans.
And above all: you trying to emotionally manipulate him.
He can read you like a damn book… so don’t even try.
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O = Oral sex
King of oral.
Soft teasing kisses first… then absolutely devouring you until you scream.
Receiving?
He’ll hold your hair, watch you from above, smirk…
And won’t let you stop until he’s fully satisfied.
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P = Pace
Starts slow… maddeningly slow…
Then goes rough and fast enough to leave bruises.
Switches between worshipping and destroying you.
Mental illness behavior? Yes.
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Q = Quickie
Loves them.
Especially in risky places.
Corner of a hallway, during an event, bathroom at a party…
The more dangerous… the better.
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R = Risk
This man thrives on emotional adrenaline.
Public sex? ✔️
Surprise you mid-conversation? ✔️
Playing with the risk of getting caught? ✔️✔️✔️
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S = Stamina
HE CAN GO FOR HOURS.
At least 3 rounds, no problem.
And even when he’s spent…
He’ll tease you into wanting more.
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T = Toys
Yup.
Small vibrators, plugs…
Maybe even handcuffs.
But only when you’re in the right mood.
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U = Unfair
He lives to tease you.
Will start something and then leave you hanging.
Neck kisses, hands wandering down…
Then… stopping.
And smirking.
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V = Volume
Low… but filthy.
Raspy moans, heavy breathing, and whispered filth like:
"Look at the state you’re in… just for me…"
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W = Wildcard
He once jerked off in front of the mirror…
Imagining you on your knees behind him.
And if you find out?
He’ll just laugh and say:
"So… what are you gonna do about it?"
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X = X-ray
Lean but long.
With a noticeable vein running along the shaft.
Slight curve…
Perfect for hitting all the right spots. (Suffering.)
