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but he has seen your tits more than your gynecologist. and heās eaten you out exactly once, on your birthday.
thereās no real explanation for it, eitherānot sexual (except when it is, lol), not romantic (except in that weird, liminal way you both donāt notice). but intimacy is so baked into the friendship that it doesnāt shock either of you when heās tugging your tank top down to examine a hickey near your breast, thumb grazing your nipple until it stiffens. he squints. clicks his tongue.āsloppy work. two out of ten.ā
you have names for his balls. āhowāre Beelzebulb and the Lesser One holding up?ā and heās seen you pull a single strand of hair between your buttcheeks in the shower. youāve walked in on him jerking off and critiqued his wrist angle mid-stroke while brushing your teeth. he adjusted, and you nodded in approval before spitting into the sink. supportive environment.
youāve rubbed one out in his bed while he played apex five feet away, headset on. sometimes you grunt just to be annoying. he groans back, in solidarity. you share a bed more often than not. he rolls over, arm slung around your waist. but youāre best friends; you donāt make it weird or awkward. āif your dick pokes me again, iām gonna bite it clean off.ā he grins into the pillow. āah, promises, promises.ā
when someone assumes youāre a couple, you both gag in synchronized horror. āew, no.ā āhe wishes.ā āyou think iād date that?ā āpuh-lease, i have standards.ā
he calls you ātrouble.ā
you claim that heās ānot your type.ā
because he loves you too much to fuck you stupid.
and you trust him too much to ruin the friendship.
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Murasakibara notices how the reader is staring at Kagami and intends to make her pay for itā¦
SO! I knowwww this is not really have the story goes, BUT! imagination š
I will never understand why I let them talk me into going to this game, especially considering how much homework and studying I have. However, as soon as I had the thought, it was answered. Atsushi. A smile slowly spread across my face. Himuro, Okamura, and Coach had all called me last night, begging me to come to the Yosen vs. Seirin game. I had originally declined, but they continued to pester me, talking about how, āMurasakibara plays better when Iām there.ā I wouldnāt say thatās true, but damn, it feels good to hear.
As I scanned the gym, the two teams looked like they were warming up. I had originally planned on just sitting in the stands, but once I texted Himuro to tell him that I was there, he called me and told me that Coach wanted me to sit on the sidelines with them. As I scanned the court again, my giant, purple-haired boyfriend stuck out like a sore thumb. I couldnāt help but smile as I waved to get his attention. His typically bored, lazy eyes lit up as he saw me, running towards me.
āWowā¦y/n, you actually got him to run.ā Coach stared at me in awe as I sheepishly looked away.
āY/n-chi! I thought you had to study!ā He grabbed me, pulling me into a tight hug. I gave out a laugh as my feet lifted off the ground, always embarrassed when he did things like this in public. Heās like a little kid.
āI do, but I couldnāt miss this game āSushi, I know how important it is to you.ā He gave a scoff before gently putting me back down.
āI never said it was important, Iām gonna crush these guys. Itās important to Himuro, heās gotta play his ex-brother or something like that.ā I gave a confused nod, as he just shrugged his shoulders.
āI donāt know either. Itās kind of a pain, but itās fine. Weāre gonna win anyways, especially now that youāre here.ā I smiled. This manā¦he had some sort of hold on me.
āYou better go finish warming up before Coach yells at me.ā I glanced over at her, seeing she was staring in our direction. He gave a pout.
āI donāt wanna go. Now that y/n-chi is here, I just wanna stay near you.ā I blushed, looking down at my feet. Whyād he have to go and say such embarrassing things?
āIāll buy you snacks if you go practice.ā I was still looking down, but I could feel his smile.
āDeal!ā He turned on his heels and ran back out to the court. I gave a sigh as I found a seat by the Coach, discussing strategy and things like that. Of course, until I saw him. Donāt get me wrong, āSushi is the love of my life, but something about that fiery red hairā¦I donāt know. I tried not to stare, shifting my attention back to Mukkun, but my attention kept going between the two of them. I donāt know whatās wrong with me.
Sierin had been practicing too, when the ball had come my way, bouncing until it reached my feet. I grabbed it, ready to pass it back, when I realized it was the red hair guy.
āSorry.ā He apologized with a deep, raspy voice. Fuck, something was so attractive about him, I kind of froze in place. He stared back awkwardly, before clearing his throat and gesturing towards the ball.
āI kind of need that.ā I shook my head, bringing myself back to reality. Iām such a dumbass. I threw the ball back to him as he gave a breathtaking smile before heading back on the court. I guess our interaction didnāt go unnoticed because next thing you know, a large shadow covered me. Shit. Atsushi.
I turned around, seeing an angry expression on his face.
āUm. Hi Mukkun. When did you get behind me?ā He didnāt respond, just threw me over his shoulder, walking into the hallway.
āLet me down! Murasakibara! You have to practice and you have fifteen minutes until the game starts! Stop playing!ā However, it seemed like the more I protested and tried to wiggle free, the tighter his grip would get.
Finally, we got beside the vending machines, when he harshly put me down, quite different to our earlier interaction.
āWhat the hell do you think youāre doing? Getting all smitten by quadro-brow.ā Atsushiās anger was scary. It was a quiet, yet scary aura emitting from him. Iād be lying if I didnāt say it turned me on a little bit.
āI was just giving him the ball back, stop. Letās go, we have to go to the game now Atsushi.ā I tried walking away, but he pushed me up against the wall, slamming his fist beside my head.
āI donāt give a fuck y/n. We were talking.ā It was almost a whisper, his eyes closed. Iāve never seen him like this. Ever. But the thought of it happening was causing my underwear to get wetter by the second.
āOn your fucking knees y/n. Now.ā Surprised, I stood still, as my eyes widened. He wouldnāt be trying toā¦right? Not here, not now, right? Not a few minutes before his game, right? His eyes finally opened, flashing a mix of jealousy and lust.
āDid you hear me?ā He asked, whispering in the same tone, forcing eye contact with me. Donāt get me wrong, Murasakibara never fails to make me cum. Itās like heās got a special talent, and knows how to get me over the edge every time, but he was a lazy lover. Always making me ride him, sit on his face, things that donāt require him moving much. So this sudden change shook me to the core, but I loved it.
I slowly got on my knees, excitement pooling between my legs. He pulled his basketball shorts down slightly, exposing his fully erect cock. It never seems to amaze me how big he is. I shouldn't be surprised, heās a big guy. But even now, I donāt know how Iām going to fitall of him in my mouth.
āWhat? You canāt take all of it? Would you rather have that average cock from fucking Kagami?ā Iām guessing that was the red-haired guy. I quickly shook my head.
āN-n-no. I want yours. Only yours.ā He scoffed.
āThatās not what it looked like a few minutes ago.ā He grabbed my face, forcing my mouth open, before shoving his cock inside. It was only about halfway in before I started gagging, knowing I couldnāt possibly take anymore.
āYou fucking slut. You belong to me.ā He grabbed a fistful of my hair before thrusting even further inside my mouth. I felt his tip hitting the back of my throat, the pre-cum making itās way on my tongue. I couldnāt take it all, not without gagging that is, and I think thatās what turns him on more than anything. Knowing how big he is compared to me. Watching me struggle, tears streaming down, as the only sound filling the air was my gagging.
āGet the fuck up.ā He said quickly, pulling himself out of my mouth and grabbing me, pushing me up against the wall, stomach down. I had worn one of his jerseyās as a dress, silently thanking myself for the idea. He pulled the jersey up, exposing my bare ass.
āYou fucking slut. You didnāt even wear underwear today and you were still flirting with quadro-brow. I bet youāre wishing he was doing this to you, hm?ā The ache between my legs was driving me insane.
ā āSushi, pleaseā¦I need you.ā He gave a deep chuckle before slowly rubbing my slick slit with his fingers.
āYouāre so fucking wet baby. You want this dick that bad? Or is it for him?ā I gave a small moan as his words.
āItās for you. I told you, I only want you.ā I replied, desperate for him to satisfy me.
āHm. Normally I would let you get used to my fingers before giving you this dick, especially since you cry everytime, but youāve been a little slut today.ā He whispered in my ear, before forcing his cock into my throbbing pussy. I gave a loud moan as I tried to adjust him, but my vision blurred from the pain.
āYouāre so fucking big, fuck.ā I gasped, before he reached around to cover my mouth.
āWeāre in public y/n-chi. You wouldnāt want anyone to hear you, hm?ā I nodded as I tried to contain my moans. It was pointless though, the sound of his balls slapping my skin filled the hallways, daring anyone to come in.
Usually Murasakibara was so gentle with me, but this time was completely different. He was forcing his cock deeper and deeper, hitting my cervix every time.
āTell me who you belong to y/n-chi.ā I nodded before saying, āYou. I belong to you.ā He reached around me, starting to slowly graze my clit.
āNo. Say my name. Say Iām yours. Say youāre mine. I need to hear it.ā I could hear his desperation in that last sentence. I guess my attraction with Kagami had messed with him more than heād like to actually admit.
āIām yours, Atsushi. I belong to you, and you belong to me.ā I gasped as he started rubbing my clit faster, thrusting even deeper than before. Thatās all I needed to come completely undone, my breathing cutting short as the orgasm took over my body. I couldnāt believe it, Iāve never had an orgasm like this one before, my vision was completely dotted with stars, as the rest of my body started shaking uncontrollably. Atsushi wasnāt too far behind me.
āFuck, Iām about to cum. Iām gonna cum all in this pussy. Make you a mommy. Then no one but me will want you.ā He gave a final thrust before coming undone, cumming inside of me. Breathing heavily. He rested his forehead on top of my shoulders, before slowly removing himself.
āFuck.ā He gave me a goofy smile before pulling his shorts back up.
I couldnāt help my laugh. That was until I remembered there was a game.
āShit! āSushi! The game!ā He rolled his eyes, āWhat a pain in the ass. I told you I donāt wanna.ā
āI donāt care, your team needs you! I headed towards the gym, but my legs were shaking uncontrollably. This caused him to laugh as I gave him an annoyed look. He walked in towards me, until he finally got on one knee, motioning that I get on his back. I gave an angry look, but gratefully took the offer. He walked us back into the gym, only to see the two teams talking to their coaches. I glanced at the scoreboard, only to realize that we made it just in time. As we made our way over to Yosen, the team noticed us and started clapping and cheering. Confused, I got off of Mukkun, and walked the rest of the way holding on to his hand, hoping the rest of the people didnāt notice the shaking.
āMurasakibara! Itās not fair!ā Okumara cried.
āHuh?ā Murkkun responded, with a dull tone traced throughout.
Himuro cleared his throat.
āWe were umā¦trying to find you. But when we went to the hallway, we um sawā¦ā My face flushed. Noooo. They didnāt. I covered my face, I wanted to die.
Murasakibara laughed, clearly pleased with himself. I slapped his arm, shooting daggers with my eyes. He simply shrugged, trying to hold back his laughter. However, the rest of the team's laughs were louder than anything else. He pulled him into a hug before resting his head on top of mine.
āI loveee you. Are you still getting me snacks? I definitely put up a sweat.ā I couldnāt help but laugh.
āOf course. I have to get a pill anyways, dumbass. Weāre too young to get pregnant.ā He gave a fake pouty face before kissing my forehead. Suddenly, the game buzzer rang throughout, signaling that the game was starting.
I, uh, got a little bit carried away again. Sorry this took forever to finish! Orochimaru can be tough to write sometimes, especially when I'm getting into the original version and he's just... well, that music. Oof. Enjoy!
Mercy
Orochimaru x Reader
18+ Content! MINORS, DNI!
Warnings: Some unhealthy relationship dynamics, Choking, knife play, bondage, dubious consent, fingering, Orochimaru being cruel, dark/yandere-ish themes, overstimulation, fear kink, rough sex.
This is not a warm, fuzzy Orochimaru. Content may be triggering for some people.
4.5k
"Do you still want mercy? Or do you want to submit and be mine?"
I should have just listened to Kabuto.
Damn that smug, four-eyed bastard for always being right. He warned you this would happen eventually, but your stubborn, love-blind brain refused to admit this would ever, finally take root. Things were different. What you and Orochimaru had was special. Or so you thought.
Your worst fear had finally manifested like a medusaic horror, fitted with multiplying heads, poisonous green eyes, and rows of venom-laden, gnashing teeth. Orochimaru was bored -- not just of anything of no consequence -- he was bored with you. At least, that was how it appeared. You hadn't seen the object of your ill-placed affection in what felt like weeks after his latest experiment slowly consumed what little time he spared for you. Murmured words of manufactured fondness echoed into the entropic void. His lingering touches grew more infrequent. Those slitted, yellow suns had set upon you one final time and left you in the cold, lonesome dark.
Wiping bitter tears of betrayal from your cheek with your sleeve, you sloppily crammed your remaining possessions into a bag and fought the zipper until it was at least partially containing your things before slinging the awkward sack over your shoulder and stuffing your feet into your shoes. "I doubt he'll even notice that I'm gone," you snarled to yourself in a stifled huff, sucking back the sobs you felt swelling in your chest that would be swift to follow your present state as the soles of your shoes slapped hollowly against the dusty stone stretching along the empty halls beneath your feet. "Maybe next week." Sniffling back the emotion still churning out of control in your head, you growled under your breath, swiping your palm under your eyes again in disgust. "Kabuto was right. Bastard."
Teeth grinding and tears fogging your eyes, you failed to hear the near silent footsteps approach from behind as you cursed the sannin's cruelty to the serpentine light fixtures dotting the walls. The slinking shadow following you melded into the soft flickers of candlelight, going unnoticed until cool fingers clasped tightly around your wrist. A venomous voice clothed in velvet hissed, causing you to freeze in place. "I don't recall permitting you to leave."
How much did he hear? Swallowing hard with tears still flowing freely down your cheeks, you grit your teeth and glanced over your shoulder, a look of hurt contorting your features as you tried to wrench your arm away. "Here I thought you didn't even know I still existed," you spat back, voice trembling with repressed terror as predatory slits narrowed upon you. "Let go of me."
A dark, twisted chortle escaped his crooked lips as they feigned a smile that his eyes failed to mirror when he snatched your throat with lithe digits, slamming your back into the wall and blinding you with an eruption of stars across your bleary vision. "Bold of you to be giving me orders after what filth just spewed from that wicked little mouth," he murmured with a sweet sneer. "I come to visit you and this is how you greet me?"
"I h-haven't seen you in w-weeks," you choked through tears and the crushing force pressed against your windpipe as you tried to stuff down the thought that you had missed the feeling of his hand wrapped around your throat. "You never leave the lab and I thought--"
He chuckled in quiet, cruel amusement at your expense, plucking your bag from your grip and tossing it to the floor while still pinning you to the wall by your neck. "Were you going to run away in a fit because you thought I had forgotten about you?"
"You did," you rasped accusingly, gasping around the pressure his hand maintained with that look of contempt twisting your features into an ugly mess and an empty ache in your heart. Fresh, hot tears threatened to tumble from your lashes as you glared back at him.
"My dear, don't be so childish," he hummed, wiping the trail of liquid from your cheek with a pale hand. "I simply had more pressing matters that needed my attention at the time."
"There's always something more pressing," you choked back through his tightening grip, fear, anger, and betrayal fighting for control of your spinning thoughts as you began to grow dizzy from the lack of blood flow to your brain. "Why the hell... do you even keep me around... if I mean so little to you?"
"The fact that I haven't crushed your throat for this little insubordinate tantrum should speak volumes as to how I feel," he hissed in your ear, eyes beginning to blaze with something predatory as he felt your fluttering pulse quicken with growing fear beneath his fingertips.
Your vision began clouding with static that funneled his ghastly face into the distance as you slumped back into the wall, struggling to stay conscious enough to fire off your retort. "K-kabuto said--"
"You can forget whatever nonsense that meddlesome rat planted in your head regarding what you are to me," he purred maliciously as what almost resembled a smile stretched his lips across his face.
Weakly pawing at the cool hand which was now warmed by contact with your flesh, your hazy eyes searched pleadingly for relief. "Oro... c-can'tā¦ breatheā¦" you croaked with the last puffs of air left in your lungs as your knees began to buckle.
"I know." His low, velvet hum filtered sweetly into your head through the deafening ringing in your ears, washing over the tingling in your face as you felt yourself slowly slipping into the dark. Pale fingers continued to tighten possessively around your throat until the panicked sounds of your desperate gasping grew quiet. "You can't leave if you're unconscious."
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You woke to the sound of your own labored breathing with a hoarse cough and a bruising ache encircling your neck. Blurry eyes shifted around the ceiling in a daze as you struggled to put together which ceiling it was that taunted you with its out of focus swirling patterns layered over muddied shades of brown and grey. In an effort to gain your bearings, you lurched to the right, attempting to roll over only to find that you were stuck. Confused, you rattled your arms and twisted your face when you were answered by the sound of clattering metal and felt thick leather tightening around your wrists.
"That's quite enough," a voice dripping with a tender malice buzzed quietly from behind your head, prompting you to gaze up into the twin amber orbs that seemed to bore holes through your soul.
"Orochimaru, what--"
"I'm afraid I couldn't leave you to your own devices while you were unsupervised after that little stunt you pulled earlier," he murmured wickedly while casually brushing a stray bit of hair away from your cheek that had adhered itself to your dried tears. "Not after you so boldly stated you were planning to leave this "lonely cesspool" and the "soulless monster" I seem to have become in your eyes."
Terror bubbled into a rolling boil in your gut as your eyes darted about the room and it dawned on you where exactly you were.
The lab.
While you had once fantasized about this very thing in a dark, twisted corner of your mind, now seemed like a very bad time for that particular daydream to manifest. Soft, cruel laughter echoed through the sparsely furnished room, making it sound all the more ominous when it finally reached your ears and drew you back into the present reality of your predicament. Strapped to a table in the center of a room only accompanied by rolling carts with unidentifiable implements decorating their surfaces, you were trapped and entirely at the mercy of the sinister creature whose fleeting affections you had been so pitifully seeking for weeks. The same man with such unmatched cruelty whom you had just grievously insulted.
"I-I'm sorry," you stammered as a terrified tremble began traveling up your spine.
"For what, hm? Trying to leave?" The haunting laughter continued as he circled you and traced cool, delicate fingers along your jawline and across your bruised neck with a sadistic smile, soaking in the glory of your present state. "Or perhaps for saying such cruel things about the man you claim to love?" His low, melodious rumble shook every fiber of your being.
Unsure how to answer that question without digging yourself deeper into a hole, you swallowed the growing knot of confused, twisted fear and inexplicable, nervous desire that tangled itself around your ability to speak.
Soft murmurs of mockery reverberated through the metal slab beneath your back as those long, pale fingertips took a slow walk over your immobilized body, gradually setting your nerves ablaze while his monstrous pupils dilated with a hungry lust. "While I admit I may haveā¦ neglected your needs in order to finish my most recent experiment, I hardly deserve that vile moniker, especially coming from you. Now that my work is complete, you have my full attention."
Any other day, hearing those words would have made you squeal in delight. Now, however, they carried an insidious undertone that left you fidgeting nervously against the straps securing you to the table. Your pulse roared in your ears, muffling the sounds of shifting fabric and the clear chime of the trays when they rolled out of Orochimaru's path as he circled you like a starved beast. Your eyes widened as a new terror wound itself around your guts when you spotted something shiny in Orochimaru's hand - and that something was sharp.
A kunai.
"While you stare at me with the frightened eyes of a lamb on its way to slaughter, it would be wise to remember that this is a little fantasy of yours," he hummed with a cruel crinkle of those vicious yellow eyes as he traced the tip of that blade ever so softly along the delicate flesh beneath your jaw while cradling your cheek with his other palm. "Being wholly at my mercy," he murmured, voice dripping with a wicked thirst. You froze like a rodent before a leering serpent, eyes fixated on his, too nervous to think about what he planned to do with that blade as its cold, pointed tip left a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "Tell me, little mouse, do you still trust me?" Those impossible, slitted orbs lingered on your fearful expression, curiously almost, and utterly unreadable.
Trust. Maybe you did before indulging in your foolish folly when you attempted to leave the sannin. Now, you weren't so sure. As the room fell quiet, mired with a bitter chill, only the shaky rattle of your trembling arms disturbing your restraints answered him. You had never seen him glower at you with such dark ire before with that crooked smile still painting his face. It was deeply unsettling. A creeping dread sucked the air from your chest as the sterilizing light cast inhuman shadows across the normally calm, collected face that stared down at you like you were the first meal offered in weeks set before a starving dog.
"What's the matter, too nervous to speak?" He mused, thumbing your cheek with blown pupils locked on your anxious gaze. "Do I frighten you now?" Tender affections accompanied by that monstrous stare left you paralyzed as his knife hovered at the edge of your periphery.
"The way y-you're looking at me..." you stuttered, unable to complete your thought.
He chuckled quietly, caressing your cheek with the edge of the blade while popping open the button on your pants with a quick snap of his nimble fingers. "I did say you had my full attention, didn't I?"
That was precisely what scared you. Orochimaru was obsessive. Relentless. Nigh, unstoppable when his interest was fixed on something, and right now, that something happened to be you. Your eyes followed the kunai in his hand as your brain went into overdrive trying to ascertain his intentions. Has he finally snapped, or are we playing a game? The razor-sharp edge followed the curve of your face back across your jaw and down the length of your neck with the faintest sting, distracting you from what he was doing with his other hand. You gasped in surprise when cool fingers ghosted your now obviously damp panties, eyes widening when he pressed the length of the blade harshly against your throat with more soft, mocking laughter rumbling in his chest.
"It would appear that despite the fear in your eyes, this excites you," he murmured wickedly as his inhuman tongue flicked over the corner of his lip in delight. "How interesting." Long, lithe digits teased you through the fabric, tracing the length of your soaked slit and drawing a delicate circle around your throbbing clit as your body roared to life.
It did excite you. The implied danger of submitting to Orochimaru's sometimes unhinged whims never failed to set you alight. Some twisted little corner of your mind lived for these cruel, possessive mood swings of his despite logic screeching its warnings like a wailing siren in the back of your head. You wanted him. Feared him. Hated him. Needed him. The weeks of pent up frustration and aching neglect were manifesting as a ravenous desire to be possessed, used, wanted by him again. His affection was a drug, fueling an addiction that you couldn't shake.
With a deep, cruel laugh humming just next to your head, he abruptly sliced through the front of your shirt and bra, exposing the entirety of your torso to his hungry gaze with one swift, stinging motion. The combination of cold, excitement, and abject terror left a wave of goosebumps spreading rapidly across your body, pebbling your nipples into hard little buds as your chest heaved with nervous delight at the paper-thin line of tiny, crimson beads that surfaced over your sternum. You gasped and squirmed as he drew the kunai further south, stammering unintelligibly. The frighteningly sharp tip effortlessly tore through the thin fabric just below your hip, revealing more flesh to his ravenous eyes. With a satisfied growl, he trailed the chilled hilt of the knife back over your skin and returned the blade to its resting place against the soft flesh below your jaw as he dipped long, slender fingers into your heat, sliding the torn remains of your panties aside. The blade against your throat twitched as he hissed a soft, sinister threat in your ear. "I might just show you what sort of monster I am if that's what you're going to insist on calling me."
You swallowed hard, choking back a whimper as you arched into the deliciously distracting touch that sent confusingly pleasurable shocks through your nerves as he played your body like a fiddle. Adrenaline surged and coursed through your veins, heightening every sensation as the excitement of impending danger mounted. Every rapid beat of your heart left your carotid thrumming against the precariously positioned blade crossing your neck as those slitted suns leered down at you from above. Raven locks tumbled over his shoulders, eclipsing the dim backlighting and shadowing his face, leaving only those glowing orbs in focus as they burned holes through your heart. Your legs twitched and core pulsed as he slowly and methodically set you on fire with each pass of his thumb and pump of his hand. Warmth spread through your belly in white-hot waves as those cool fingers slowly drove you mad. "O-orochimaru, please," you whined through your teeth, rattling your bindings with fingers tightening around the lengths of chain as your heels dug into the cold metal at your back.
Dark, rolling laughter left the room eerily empty as it echoed into your head. "Begging for mercy already?" A crooked grin slashed his pale features as that long, inhuman tongue slithered from his mouth, leaving a hot, wet trail over the perfect ladder of red beads dotting your chest. Delicious. "Save your breath, my dear," he murmured, licking his lips and drawing you ever closer to the release you so desperately sought. "You won't be able to speak when I'm finished with you."
You didn't know whether to apologize, sob, or sing broken hymns of gratitude as his impossibly long fingers curled and that monstrous tongue flicked over a taught bud. Every muscle in your body coiled with the eruption of pleasure that ravaged your nerves. You bit back a moan, sinking your teeth into your lip with bruising force as stars blinded you behind clenched lids. Soft laughter hummed in your head while your walls tensed and fluttered around the digits sunk into your core. You sucked in a lungful of air through grinding teeth as your hips twitched and bucked into the hand whose motions never ceased, beginning to build another bubble of heat in your belly as you panted and arched into his touch.
"How long do you think you can endure this before you pass out, I wonder?" His lips stretched into a wolfish grin as that vicious gaze remained locked on your pleasure-contorted expression. "Look at youā¦ so needy and desperate. Already sweating," he mused in an analytical chirp while continuing to build the next cascade that would soon rip through your body, grinding the heel of his hand against your sopping cunt.
Your head emptied as you mewled brokenly into the sparsely furnished void, your voice reverberating back in a mocking echo from the surrounding stone. Cold silence hung behind your needy gasping and the rattling of the chains binding you to the metal beneath your back. Whining and whimpering, your hips jerked into the touch that relentlessly tormented you. The hot, throbbing ache between your shaking legs grew by magnitudes. Orochimaru knew your body all too well and consequently had already formed the perfect plan that would have you coming completely undone with nothing but his hand. Your eyes watered as you cried out again and a tsunami of pleasure crashed through your nervous system. Keeping still enough to avoid the bite of the blade at your throat was swiftly becoming a problem.
"Careful," he taunted, pressing the edge into your flesh with just enough restraint to not break your skin as he drew another hard circle over your clit with the pad of his thumb. "I wouldn't want to accidentally harm my most prized possession."
You let out an airy moan as your back rolled into a wild arch and your body spasmed under his calculated ministrations, fueled further by the softly spoken words that strangled your heart as praise. His most prized possession. The roiling, lust-drunk chaos in your head took that little fragment and ran with it, enshrining it in your mind and crawling into it like a lovely cage. You let out a raspy sob into nothingness, desperately winding your legs around his arm with crushing force as the white-hot fire building in your belly threatened to make you explode. "Please," you sobbed.
With a hunger blazing in those monstrous eyes, Orochimaru snickered in delight at the uncontrollable responses your body made to his every touch. "Since you asked so nicelyā¦" Still pressing the blade tightly against your thumping pulse, he curled the fingers buried in your cunt more harshly than last time, reveling in the sound that erupted from your throat as you convulsed and clenched almost painfully around him, completely soaking the arm tangled up between your legs. He watched the rapid puffs of your chest and tensioning of your muscles with nothing but selfish satisfaction, throwing you headlong into that leg-soaking orgasm like only he could. Every broken sob of gratitude and unintelligible cry fueled him to drive you to the brink of madness.
The constant motion of his hand had you writhing and squirming, struggling to take more as your sobs morphed into orgasm-drunk wails that filled the room. Your soaked cunt spasmed and tightened around him in ceaseless, rippling waves that left you straining against your binds to get off of the table. "M-mercy, p-please, I can't--" You babbled brokenly through heaving gasps. A sheen of sweat glistened over every inch of your skin.
The kunai at your throat dropped to the table beside your head with a dull clatter. Cool, pale fingers traced the bruises and razor-thin indentations in your skin tenderly under the weight of a dark, amused chortle. Brushing those knuckles delicately over your cheek and through the streaks of fresh tears on your face, a small crooked smile spread across his lips. "Not such a monster now, am I?" He murmured, withdrawing the hand coated in your essence and setting it on the curve of your hip as your body trembled beneath him.
"N-no," you stammered through gasps, your heart hammering in your chest. Glassy eyes stared up at him longingly, blinded by lust and the aching need to be wanted.
"While I will show you mercy, I'm not finished with you yet," he purred, trailing his fingertips over your racing pulse and back to your face, grasping your chin to keep your gaze pointed at his. "But that's what you wanted all along, isn't it, my little pet? To be wholly and completely possessed?"
"Y-yes," you whispered.
With a satisfied smirk, he reached above your head, adjusting the chains binding you to the table to give you more slack as the nagging ache of his own need strained distractingly against the fabric of his pants. Moving about the table like a phantom as he disrobed, you fought to get your breathing under control. Cool hands wrapped around your ankles and then abruptly yanked you down the length of the table until you were stopped by the limiting reach of the chains, tearing your pants off of your legs with a resounding riiiiip. The gush of cold air on your thighs and mounting desire for him to absolutely ruin you had your breath catching in your throat. Hungry eyes scoured every exposed inch of you as his palms trailed up your legs, settling on your hips. Without warning, his fingers dug harshly into your flesh and he flipped you onto your stomach, twisting your arms into a tangle with their chains around your head as your feet fumbled to find the floor. You felt the hot, engorged head of his leaky cock brush against the curve of your ass as he loomed over your precariously positioned body, long inky locks tickling the back of your shoulders. Your stomach fluttered with anticipation as a large hand pressed your face into the dampness left by your last soul-evicting orgasm and the tip of his swollen erection swiped through your dripping folds. "Beg," he murmured lowly, his hot breath fanning your neck as that inhuman tongue traced the shell of your ear.
"Please, Orochimaru," you whimpered tearily against the damp metal. "I'm yours -- I n-need you. I'm sorry for what I said."
He hummed contently at your desperate prayer, seemingly placated by your offering as sharp teeth nipped at your neck and he sunk his entire length into your hungry, aching heat. The low growl rumbling through his chest betrayed the air of indifference that hung about him. You felt divine. Your cunt still pulsed and tightened around him from the lingering waves and heightened sensitivity left behind from his earlier work on your most sensitive nerves.
You cried out into the dirty surface beneath your squished cheek as the relentless pounding drove your hips into the edge of the table. Wrenching your arms against your awkwardly tangled restraints, you gasped and moaned as he once again began evicting your soul from your body with a predatory fury. Every rough pistoning of his length into your sopping cunt further drove the thoughts of why you wanted to leave him from your head. Each dig into your flesh and snarl into your ear served as compounding reminders that you were his. The swelling, white heat of another pending orgasm began building in your belly again, making you squirm and buck under the serpent's looming form.
His low, velvet voice filtered into your ear over the rhythmic sounds of flesh meeting flesh as the tenuous threads holding your reality together began to strain and unravel. "Do you still want mercy?"
"Fuck," you choked out in a squeak, toes curling and unable to form an adequate reply. Your clit burned and throbbed, both begging for more abuse and needing desperately to cool off. All logic had been ejected from your head as you babbled incoherently against the metal surface that fogged with your every gaspy breath. His long, curved cock struck you repeatedly in ways that stole your reasoning, leaving nothing but an eruption of static and incomprehensible pleasure in its wake.
"Or do you want to submit and be mine?" He tempted in a cruel purr.
"Yours!" You rasped between labored breaths. The sound that bellowed from your chest when he reached between your legs to toy with your already throbbing bundle of nerves and echoed off of the stone walls was hardly human. You screamed the knells of a banshee queen, spasming and twisting beneath him in an ill-contrived effort to throw him off of you as the painfully pleasurable shocks that touch sent through your nervous system threatened to short circuit your brain.
Orochimaru's lips twisted into a wicked grin as you began falling apart beneath him in a quivering mess of broken wails. Every desperate squeeze of your pulsing walls around his cock was a silent chant of victory. Every nonsensical whimper of yours that tumbled from your lips were your admissions of defeat. He was the master of his domain, and that domain included every trembling bit of flesh beneath him. Digging his fingers roughly into you again and coiling around your body like a serpent, he lurched forward, sinking pointed fangs into your neck as he chased his own release with your spent body.
For a moment, you lapsed from reality as that bite shot blinding pain through every atom in your being and mixed with the nigh intolerable pleasure ripping through your core. Everything stopped. The low growls in your ear, the slaps of flesh, your labored breathing -- all went silent for an instant as you blinked out of existence for a single heartbeat. The world came roaring back with the next thump in your chest as your eyes shot open and a demonic hellcry tore its way out of throat.
Release.
The most intense orgasm of your life ravaged your mortal shell and left you sobbing helplessly beneath the orchestrator of your out of body experience.
You couldn't breathe.
You couldn't speak.
You couldn't anything.
Soft laughter swirled around your head as you felt hot liquid dribble down the insides of your thighs. A hand trailed delicately from your hip, soothingly moving over your spine and to the sore puncture wounds that now marred your neck. An insidious, crooked smirk pulled at his lips as an intricate pattern of dark swirls blossomed under your bruised flesh.
A curse mark. His curse mark, given to you instead of mercy -- forever branding you as Orochimaru's most prized possession.
How the GOM w/ Kagami would react to drunk Y/Nās confession
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Akashi
He would definitely be slightly humored
āY/Nā¦are you okay?ā
āShhhā¦just kiss me.ā
He would be surprised by your sudden confession.
Definitely wouldnāt kiss you though, not because he didnāt feel the same, but mans is a gentleman
Heās all about consent
Would chuckle at your adorable pout
Watches you with curious interest as heād watch you dance around the club
Would try and hide the fact that he really fucking wished heād kissed you
Force you out of the club and take you home
Would hesitate when youād invite him in but eventually agree
Smiles while you drown on about how much you love him
Would eventually cuddle you until you fell asleep, softly rubbing your hair while humming
As soon as youāre sober though, heād start flirting a lot more and eventually ask you to kiss him
A start of a beautiful relationship
Aomine
Would absolutely laugh his ass off trying to watch you dance around
āYou look stupid as hell Y/N.āļæ¼
What a gentleman š
Would roll his eyes whenever you confessed, blaming it on the alcohol
Heās definitely the type to get jealous at the other guys starting at you in your tight dress
Would threaten anyone if they came up to you
āLeave her alone. Sheās mine.ā
He would then come up next to you and grab your ass, almost like he was marking his territory
Expect drunk sex 100%, heāll halfway try to fuck you in the club with his impatient ass
āFuckā¦you donāt know how long Iāve been waiting to have you Y/N.ā
This man is the epitome of rough sex
Heāll have you against the wall, on the countertop, on the couch, basicallyā¦everywhere.
Loves the face fuck, thinks you look so pathetic and cute trying to fit all of him on your mouth
When you finally fell asleep on top of his chest, heād smile
āI love you too dumbass.ā
Midorima
Uhhhā¦heās not the type to explain how heās feeling when heās sober
āY/N you look like a fool dancing around like that, stop it.ā
āBut Midorimaaaaā¦I love youuuuā¦ā
He would taken by surprised
āWhat?ā
But mans would still be too caught up in himself to actually have any fun
BUT BOY ONCE HE GETS DRUNK TOO
different story
It took a lot of convincing on your part, but once Midorima felt his blood rush due to the alcohol (and your tight shirt) it was over
He would be super touchy and clingy
āY/Nnnnn, please donāt go out there, people are staring at you and I want to be the only one you stare at. Besides itās supposed to be MY lucky day.ā
Youād have to sober up quickly so you could try and take care of him
Who knew heād be such a baby?
When you walked him home, he grabbed your arm before you left
āWaitā¦Y/Nā¦ā
He was flushed and kept pushing his glasses up
Before you could say anything, Midorima quickly gave you a peck on your cheek before running inside
Kise
He would 100% get drunk with you
This man is the epitome of dating your best friend
You guys would spill all of your secrets too each other before you blurted out
āKiseā¦I love you.ā
He was quiet at first, and you refused to make eye contact
āY/N-chinā¦ā
Heād grab your chin, forcing you to look at him, before heād give you a soft kiss
Howeverā¦this quickly led into a deeper, sloppy kiss
He would drag you into the bathroom before sitting you on top of the sink
Itās in front of a mirror, are you really surprised?
He would fuck you gently at first, until you made the mistake of calling him daddy
Would get interrupted by Kuroko with his luck
āExcuse me guys but I didnāt know you were in here and I really need to pee.ā
āKuro-chin!ā
Kuroko
Iām literally so bad at writing about Kuroko because I can see mans just like š§š»āāļø
Also, Kuroko belongs to Momoi
But! The show must go on!
Heās a sub, 100%, itās canon idc
āY/N, please get off the table before you hurt yourself.ā
āAwww, youāre no fun Kuroko!ā
Youād listen though, quickly getting down
You would probably just kiss him instead of taking the time to confess
He would literally be so surprised
āY/N, why would you do that?ā
Embarrassed, you tried walking away but he grabbed you and pulled you towards him before he kissed you again
Nothing sexual would probably happen, heād just walk you home silently, holding your hand
When youād get to your door, heād kiss your forehead before walking away
What a sweetheart
Kagami
Heās so awkward when it comes to girls, itās so cute š
Heās liked you for a while, probably ever since heās moved back and you guys became friends
So watching you dance and shake your ass on anyone that wasnāt himā¦
Pissed him the hell off
Heād have to take a couple of shots though so heād have some confidence
But as soon as he did, he would drag out of the club
āWhat the hell do you think youāre doing Y/N?ā
Annoyed, you tried walking back in but he quickly pulled you back in front of him
Heād kiss you forcefully but you instantly melted into it
You liked him too and have waiting for this moment
He would 100% take you back to his house
He would beg you to sit on his face, licking and sucking you like it was his last meal
Did I mention he loves doggy?
āFuck Y/N, you fuck this dick so well. Youāre gonna make me fuckinā cum.ā
He would be blunt while you were laying on his chest afterwards
Warnings: Angst, slightly NSFW, blood (? idk, some ppl are sensitive)
Also! If you guys want time to write about a specific character or something specific, just ask! I promise Iāll do it to my best ability.
I canāt believe she actually broke up with me.
āGreat job at practice today Atsushi! Iāve never seen you to all out before unless itās an actual game and even still, itās not like that.ā Himuro ran up to me, giving me a soft pat on the back. I wasnāt really listening though, all I could think about was the argument between Y/N-chin. We would fight here and there, sure, mostly her yelling at me for being so lazy, but nothing snacks and cooking couldnāt fix.
She was so serious last night though. I offered her my pocky, I offered to cookā¦I even crushed her body against mine in a hug, begged her not to leave me. Nothing. Even now I could feel the tears coming down my face. I brushed off Himuro, despite his concerned look. I pushed my hoodie over my head and started walking towards my houseā¦at least I thought. I spent so much time going straight to Y/Nās house after practice, I found myself walking the same path, eventually leading to her door.
I remember how many times I would walk through this door, half way acting like I owned the place. How sheād laugh and make fun of me everything Iād have to duck down so my head wouldnāt hit the doorframe.
How Iād walk her home so many times, leaning down to kiss her soft lips. How sheād pout when I pulled away too quickly and how mad sheād get whenever Iād pat her head.
Her room, how awkward I would look sitting on her bed, stuffed animals all around me. How she started getting my favorite snacks in there so I wouldnāt have to leave her side to go to the kitchen or the store.
How her small, delicate, hands would play with my hair. How she would pull my hair back in a ponytail when I asked. How sheād always force me to watch anime or some trashy reality show. I remembered her spending more time watching my reactions than actually watching the show.
When she finally told me she was ready to lose her virginity to me. How red she was when she told me, flustered and embarrassed. How small she looked underneath me, how beautiful she looked. How much I loved her. How much I love her.
No matter how much we argued, she would always just sigh, come up to me, and sigh.
āAtsushiā¦ā And all would be forgiven. So what did I do? What did I do wrong?
I slammed my fist against the wall next to her door. I couldnāt take it, why would Y/N come into my life, knowing how much I need her? Why show me what itās like to be happy, only to take that away?
āAtsushi?ā That voiceā¦I turned around, blood from my fist dripping onto the pavement. She searched my face with concern, before finally landing her sight on my bloody fist, suddenly dropping her backpack and running towards me.
āWhat happened?ā She asked frantically, grabbing my hand, looked at how bad the injury really was. I gave a sad smile, answering her with silence. I wish I could stay in this moment forever. The moment with Y/N concerned for me. The moment where itās just me and her. Forever. She gave a sigh.
āCome in, lemme clean this up.ā I followed behind me happily, walking into the familiar territory, more familiar than my own home. She disappeared into the bathroom, most likely trying to find the first aid kit.
āAtsushi. You are so impulsive. Actually, youāre not. Why didnāt you just eat your damn pocky instead of taking it out on the bricks?ā Her reprimands were music.
She came out of the bathroom, frustrated, pushing her (h/c) (h/t) behind her ears. Even angry, she was still so beautiful.
āWhyād you leave me Y/N-chin?ā I realized this were mr first words spoken since yesterday. My voice cracked, with tears streaming down my face. Her anger melted and for a second, she looked like she wanted to take everything back.
āI already told you, weāre just too different.ā She whispered, tending to my injured hand.
āNo, I donāt accept that. We were happy, no?ā She hesitated for a moment before giving a slow nod.
āI supposeā¦ā
āY/N-chin, look at me. Please.ā Her (e/c) met mine. I couldnāt take it anymore. This shouldnāt be happening. We were supposed to be together forever.
I picked her up, smashing my lips against hers. Almost like routine, she melted into it instantly, wrapping her legs around my waist, hungrily kissing me back. We kissed as though we havenāt seen each other in years, our tongues, teeth, and lips clashing together.
I walked us into her room, roughly throwing her onto the bed.
āDo you really think you can leave me Y/N-chin? Youāre mine.ā I pushed her uniform skirt up, forcefully yanking her soaking wet panties off.
āYouāre already fucking wet too, whyre you denying it? You want me just as much as I need you.ā She was flushed, covering her face with her arms, refusing to look at me. I gave a smile before moving up, moving her arms, and giving her a small peck.
āI love you Y/N-chin. Please. You canāt leave.ā
She gave me a small nod before agreeing.
āI love you too Atsushi. I wonāt leave. I promise.ā
OMG HIā¦do you guys want a part 2 with the nsfw part? I wanted to put it in here but I wasnāt sure if you guys wanted that or not.
ALSO! Murasakibara is so underrated, literally. Even still, heās still a big baby and I love him so much.
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Okay so Iām not completely caught up on Tokyo Revengers, so if I mess something up, please donāt hate me. Also this is a second part to the Photograph one I wrote.
POV: Hanma faces his conscious on if he should cheat on his beloved Y/N or not.
Tokyo: 2017
āDonāt you dare, ever disrespect our boss again, do you understand me?ā Osnai spat at some younger kids.
āNow, now, theyāre just kids.ā I said boredly. This was the dullest moment of the day. Itās been years since we started killing and beating people bloody. Things like that didnāt bring me joy anymore. It was an everyday occurrence. The rush of adrenaline that used to course through my body, was now subjected to a slight buzz.
āDoesn't mean anything to me. Disrespect is disrespect.ā That...that voice will never bore me. That voice, the one that sounded like bells. Y/n. I will never get tired of that.
āY/n, darling, Iāve got this. You donāt have to be here.ā She smiled at me, causing my heart to start doing flips at the sight.
āI appreciate you and your concern Hanma, but we are in this together. You can try and protect me from it but that doesnāt change anything.ā I gave a slight nod as she proudly stood next to me, grabbing my hand. I know I wouldnāt have got to the position that Iām in now, if not for her. That doesn't change the simple fact that I want to protect her from everything. I wish she didnāt have to experience such violent things. I want to keep her the same, beautiful, innocent girl she was whenever we first met, but I know thatās impossible.
āCarry on. I donāt care if these shit bags were my best friends, they donāt get to talk to Hanma any way. This is their boss and they will respect him.ā Osnai gave a nod before he continued beating the shit out of the kids.
āDo you want to go back home after this?ā Y/n whispered in my ears. I couldnāt help but smile at our height difference. When we were kids, she would always make fun of the fact that we were the same height, but after we graduated, I shot up, leaving her the same height. I yanked her towards me, pulling her in by her waist.
āDonāt tempt me darling. These kids wonāt be the only ones whoāll remember whoās in charge.ā She responded with a smile, her eyes begging, tempting me to do something. I backed away a bit, wanting to admire what was mine. Age hadnāt changed a thing with her. Sheās as spunky, fiery, and beautiful as sheās always been. She wore my clothes, having to fold the pants a couple of times to prevent her tripping. She wore my old Vahalla jacket with pride, everyday, making sure to never get a stain on it. Her h/c was tied back, much to my distaste. I preferred it down, wild, free. Just like it had been the first time we met.
āWhat?ā She always asked me that, especially when I was just staring at her silently.
āI love you. Thatās all.ā She rolled her eyes, pushing my shoulder slightly.
āDumbass.ā That was all I needed to hear. Dumbass was the equivalent to I love you, by y/nās standards.
āWeāre sorry Boss!ā My attention snapped back to the two boys, now completely bloody and broken, groveling on their knees. Sometimes, I would get sad looking at them. Iād remember Mikey and the crew. What we promised each other that weād stand for. But this is a different time.
I slowly walked up to them, my hands in my pockets. As soon as y/n was no longer by my side, I felt the boredom hit my body again like a ton of bricks. I crouched down, levelling myself with them.
āFucking scum. Youāre lucky my girl is here, or else I wouldāve fucked you up myself.ā I was lying of course. I had no interest, but sometimes this helps, reinforces a sense of superiority.
They nodded feverishly in unison.
āNow get out of here.ā I threw my hand in the opposite direction, towards the door, motioning for them to run. They scrambled up, nearly tripping over their own feet. They took off, leaving without another thought. I gave a sigh before standing up again. Things aren't fun anymore. If I didnāt have y/n, I think I wouldāve given this up a while ago. I felt her presence at my side suddenly, and a calming effect went throughout my body. Sheās always been that person for me. I looped my arm around her waist, pulling her close to me. Her scent was intoxicating, with a hint of coconut, slight cigarette smoke, and perfume. I rested my chin on top of her head, letting out a heavy sigh.
āWhatās wrong?ā She asked, moving from under me, grabbing my hand, forcing me to make eye contact with her. I gave a small smile.
āNothing. I just...I donāt know y/n. I wonder sometimes why I do all of this.ā She gave a small nod, concern evident.
āI understand Hanma, I really do.ā She got on her tiptoes, meeting my lips with a soft, gentle kiss.
āI love you.ā She whispered quietly, eyes closed. Y/n always got embarrassed whenever she said those words. However, with each ounce of her embarrassment, I felt nothing but utter joy. Three simple words and I turned into putty in her hands. I heard the sound of a slight, uncomfortable throat being cleared, bringing my attention to the fact that Osanai is still here with us.
āYouāre free to go at any time, Osanai.ā I said, trying to mask my amusement with a monotone voice. This worked to no avail, laughter erupting between y/n and I. Osanai, clearly confused, gave a small chuckle, before turning on his heels and walking away, leaving y/n and I alone.
We were in the new Toman headquarters. It was nice, with red, velvet couches. Pictures of naked women danced along the walls, the dim lights causing them to be barely visible. The black rugs under our feets were dirty, the boys always leaving their beer cans, and snacks hidden throughout. Anyone looking in would think this was more of a mancave than an actual gang headquarters, but to each its own. I actually gave Osanai the freedom to do whatever he pleased, y/n and I had enough going on with trying to decorate our house, I didnāt need the extra stress.
Y/n pulled me to a couch, pushing me down, forcing me to sit down. I couldnāt help but smile as she sat next to me, holding me closely as she buried her face in my side. Sheād get like this sometimes, but I know she didnāt do this without a reason.
āYou need to call them.ā She whispered, earning a groan from me. I pushed her away, balancing my elbows on my legs.
āWeāve been over this. Iām not going to.ā I responded, clearly annoyed. She would force this conversation between us everyday and it would get no where besides an argument and make-up sex later. Which...Iām not totally against, but I hated the arguing that led to it.
āYou need to talk to them, Hanma. They were your best friends. They still are. I donāt know why you just wo-ā I stood up, shoving my hands in my pocket. I knew I wouldnāt hurt her, but I always put my hands in my pocket, just in case.
āYou canāt force me to have this conversation with you again y/n. Iām leaving. Donāt wait for me tonight.ā As I was saying all of this, I was walking towards the door, avoiding looking at the girl. I couldnāt bear to see her hurt. I wanted nothing more than for her to be happy, so much so, Iāve thought about reaching out to the old crew again, just for her. But I know. I know I shouldnāt, so I donāt. I slammed the door as I left, feeling the cold, brisk air hit my face.
When I was younger, Tokyo always felt so big, like a city of endless possibilities and people. As I grew, it was evident that those thoughts were childish fantasies. Doesnāt make me miss them any less though. I ended up walking into the local convenience store, searching for some form of alcohol and food. Fuck. I wish I didnāt tell y/n to not wait...she always cooked the best foods. I gave a small smile and I made my way through the aisles, Ramen in hand, searching for cheap alcohol.
āHanma? Hanma Shuji?ā My heart dropped as I heard my name being called. Y/n was the only person that still referred to me as that, usually everyone just called me Boss. I slowly turned, making eye contact with a short, black haired boy, dressed in an apron. He works here? Just my damn luck.
āI knew that was you! I couldnāt mistake the blonde highlights! Although it did throw me for a bit of a loop with you wearing glasses and all....not to mention the fact that I didnāt have to look at your tattoos on your hands to know it was you!ā
Takimichi Hanagai.
āTakimitchy. Itās been a minute.ā I hated this boy with every fiber of my being. I knew he was bad news. For some reason, he suddenly became very interested in Toman, always being around during our last middle school years. His eyes started to well up.
Not to mention, this man is such a fucking crybaby.
āNo one has called me that since Dra-ā I turned away, suddenly feeling sick to my stomach.
āDo you guys sell Sake here? I need some.ā I asked as I started walking down a different aisle.
āYeah we do, aisle eighteen. Hey Hanma! Are you and y/n still together?ā I gave a small nod as I opened the Sake and just started downing one. He just stared me in utter shock.
āUmā¦ā I gave a huge smile, pushing my glasses up, making sure to make the punishment tattoo visible.
āDonāt worry. Iām going to pay for it.ā He gave a nod before walking away, the tone clear that I did not want to talk to him. I grabbed another bottle and downed it as I grabbed about another nine bottles, setting the Ramen down, no longer needing it, only craving the warm buzz the alcohol was providing me.
āActually Takimitchy, youāll cover the cost for me right? Consider it for being an old friend.ā I gave him a wink as I headed out the store, my body feeling hot, immune to the previous cold air.
With every bottle I downed, I couldnāt help but see Drakenās face. Him bleeding out, knife in my hand. My fault. Me.
āHey cutie.ā I turned to see a girl, sitting by the beginning of an alleyway. She was cute, with a short, blue pixie cut. She looked foreign, with big, bright eyes that took up half her face. Her boobs were huge, distracting me from any other feature she mightāve had in her face. She kind of reminded me of y/n. At least by the way she held herself, not in looks.
āHey yourself.ā I walked over to her slowly. I knew I shouldnāt, every part of me was screaming, begging me to turn away. I need to remember y/n. Sweet, loving, caring y/n. But I couldnāt. I sat next to her, offering her a swig of the alcohol. She gave a laugh before grabbing the bottle from my hands, downing it in one chug.
āDamn. You can handle your liquor. Remind me not to mess with you.ā She smelt nothing like y/n, with a strong scent of cigarettes, alcohol, and vanilla. I didnāt really like it, but my body wasn't listening to my head, drawing me in closer and closer. I popped open another bottle and started to slowly sip.
āI will try. So whatāre you doing out here? Youāre clearly drunk.ā Her voice was husky, laced with some sort of accent. It was obvious what she wanted from me. Her body was angled towards me, making sure to lean in just enough so I was forced to look at her breast.
āI wouldnāt say itās obvious,ā I responded...or at least I think I did? My words were so slurred together at this point, I had no clue what I was saying.
āSure. The name is Fay.ā Such an obvious fake name. I nodded in response.
āMikey.ā She smiled. Her teeth are so white. Itās unnatural. Now that Iām actually looking at her face, she looks so made up.
āNice to meet you Mickey. I hope we can be great friends.ā She grabbed the last unopened bottle of Sake, popped the top, and held the drink out. I couldnāt help but laugh. I brought my almost empty bottle to hers and clinked the very top.
āCheers.ā We said in unison, chugging the bottles down.
āYou know...thereās a place we could go.ā She whispered in my ear. Her breath smelt so strongly of alcohol. I could barely make out the person who was talking at this point. I just gave a slow nod as I stumbled to stand up.
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Her house was a mess, with clothes littered everywhere, ash trays filled, and dogs dancing throughout. This was nothing in comparison to my safe, little home with y/n. y/n.
What am I doing?
I couldnāt even bear to stand up at this point. The alcohol coursed violently throughout my veins.
āWater? Please? I really need some.ā Fay looked at me concerned as she wandered off to the kitchen, leaving me dazed and confused on her couch. I felt my pockets, looking for my phone. When I finally found it, I pulled it out, the sudden light blinding me.
Twelve missed calls from Y/n <3. Crossing my eyes, I tried focusing on something, anything so I could read the tiny letters on my screen.
Hanma. Iām sorry.
Baby please come home. I cooked.
Hanma. Iām serious. Weāre too old to play these games.
I wonāt force you anymore.
I love you. Please be safe.
I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
āMikey?ā I heard a concerned voice, snapping me back to the harsh reality that I faced. She was completely naked, her breasts perky. She was clean shaven, pretty. She was gripping hard on the cup of tap water in right hand. Obviously embarrassed to even be doing this.
āYouāre really ugly, you know?ā I said, trying to get her to kick me out of the situation Iāve forced upon myself. Her eyes flashed with anger.
āGet out.ā She snapped. That did it. I laughed. A heartfelt, genuine laugh. Thank you.
āYou donāt have to tell me twice.ā I pushed myself up, even though I was dizzy and stumbling, making my way to her front door. I grazed past her bare skin, causing a sense of disgust to course through my body. Not for her, but for me. I canāt believe I almost did this.
āWait...please donāt go.ā Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it was loud enough to still get my attention.
āPlease just...stay. We donāt have to do anything. I just donāt want to be alone.ā I turned to look at her. She looked small, almost as though the apartment was going to swallow her whole. Her hair was a mess. Before, I felt so much confidence emerging from her, but now, all I could see was an insecure little girl. Thatās the difference between Fay and y/n. Y/n had the type of beauty that she never had to fake. Fay on the other handā¦
How the GOM w/ Kagami would react to you in lingerie
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Akashi
Heād honestly love it
Heād treat you like the queen you are, and ravish when you would take the time to wear fancy clothes for him
āDarlingā¦ā
He would slowly strip you, making sure to touch every part of your body
āDo you love how I touch you?ā Heād smile when youād shiver at his words
After fully stripping you, heād make you spin around so he can admire your body
Expect PRAISE PRAISE AND MORE PRAISE
Midorima
He would most likely act indifferent towards it
Even still, he canāt deny the bulge in his pant as he stares at you
Heād silently thank Oha Asa because it IS Cancerās lucky day
Letās be honest, Midorima is a textbook lover, heād spend so much time trying to think about how to pleasure you, heād get too much inside his own head
But seeing you like thatā¦he would act purely on instinct
Heād be careful not to rip your clothes off, but once theyāre off, itās a different story
Modorima would DEFINITELY eat you out until you couldnāt take it anymore, but once you think heās doneā¦
āWhatās wrong (Y/N)? Whoever said I was done?It is us Cancerās lucky day, might as well use that.ā
Aomine
Mans would literally tear the lingerie apart as soon as you walked in
āAomine! I really liked those!ā
āDo I look like I care? You should know better than to tempt me with that shit.ā
Aomine will literally fuck you right then and there
Heād be slightly cocky about it too
āYouāre already wet for me, hm?ā
He would fuck you literally any and everywhere in the house
āI love how you look when you scream my name baby, you love this dick, huh?ā
Expect praise but a LOT of degradation
āFucking slut, you canāt even take all of my dick? Fucking pathetic.ā
Heād have you trembling and unable to walk for at LEAST a few days
āDonāt wear that shit anymore.ā
Kise
Kise would LOVE it
I honestly think heād spend more time trying to take pictures of you in it, than actually doing anything
āY/N-chii, you look so beautiful!ā
Heād prolly make one of the pictures his home screen
Youād probably have to initiate the first move because heād be too consumed in pictures and selfies
As soon as you do thoughā¦
Kise would most definitely love to fuck in front of the mirror
Nothing but praises
āPretty babyā¦fuckā¦youāre so fucking beautiful Y/N.ā
Heād definitely go faster when youād call him daddy
Kuroko
Honestly? I have no clue
Heād probably just flush and refuse to make eye contact with you
Kuroko is definitely a sub, you canāt tell me different
Youād have to initiate everything and even still, heād be shaking the entire time
All in all, the lingere would make it out safely
(Iām so sorry, I donāt know what Kuroko would be like sexually š Heās too precious for that)
Kagami
MAN WOULD GO CRAZY
He would try not to hurt you or the lingerie, but heās still probably accidentally rip it
āIām sorry Y/N, Iāll buy you new ones!ā
Kagamiās favorite position is 100% doggy
He lovessss to see your ass bounce on his dick
āFuck baby, stop trynna run awayā
He would 100% moan, groan, let out cursesā¦this man has no shame, and wants you to hear how much he loves your pussy
He loves to see the ring of cream around the base of his dick, it almost pushes him over every time
āNo one takes me as well as you doā¦no one makes me cum like you doā¦ā
Heād roughly rub your clit while heās fucking you
Expect multiple rounds, man has a lot of built up energy
Picture this: Pissed off and full of adrenaline post-game Murasakibara releasing all that pent up energy on his short and curvy gf who swears she can take anything he has to offer but in all actuality is totally cock drunk in like 2 secs flat š
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Rarely would Murasakibara actually find himself putting effort in a game - let along breaking a sweat. The usual swatting balls away from the net like flies was like a chore to him, and he began to do it so often he forgot what it felt like to have the adrenaline rush after a game. But once in a blue moon heās be put in a situation where he would have to do more than just swatting.
The high heād get after a game like that would have him on cloud 9 for the rest of the night. He couldnāt sit still, knees bouncing, heavy breathing and the inability to sit still. He was a ball of energy waiting to be released, needing an outlet to get the final strands of adrenaline out of his system so he could rest. You always felt a bit cheeky after the rare games. Murasakibara was a lazy lover, rarely getting in a position where he was on top, but you knew that he would do anything to get that energy out. ANYTHING.
You made sure to tease him, praising him and gushing about how his muscles looked so good. He had noticed that you had unbuttoned your shirt to expose your chest more - something he didnāt tell you about - and tried to ignore your advances. He knew that you were trying to do, you had done it before, and the results spoke for themselves - he wasnāt going to stay the night at the ER again because of a bruised cervix, not again.
He did his best honestly, and so did you. It wasnāt like he didnāt want to, his dick was throbbing in his pants as he watched you walk next to him. His heart began to race when he began to think of the things he could do to you - you were so tiny compared to him, he could lift you up against and on any surface, easily maneuver your body and treat you like a flesh light - he took a deep breath and shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to adjust his dick. He knew the only thing he could do with you was anything that required the least amount of movement from him - which didnāt sit well with you at all. You would always say that you can take it - the same phrase that landed you in the ER last month.
But in the end, he only tried, which he failed miserably. As soon as he had you all alone he caved in; pinning you against the wall and kissing you. You of course, melted into the kiss - reciprocating the energy he was giving and making the kiss sloppy, needy. You crawled at his uniform, trying to find the helm of his shirt so you can help take it off, once he got the memo, you quickly went to exploring his body. Palms carassing his muscles, as you made your way down his abdomen. He arms reached down and and grabbed the back of your thighs, you wrapped your arms around his neck and closed the little distance between you too, lifting you up against the wall. Once he had you hoisted up he quickly began to move, carrying you to the nearest waist level surface - which sadly for you was a table - and placed you down on it. He yanked at the panties under your skirt, ripping them out in a flash, before he grabbed your knees and pulled your legs apart. You were wet - soaking - the way the slit of your Pussy glistened from your slick was the final straw.
He quickly pulled down his pants pulling out his dick - spitting into the palm of his hand before stroking his dick. He slapped his dick against your clit, watching your body stiffen at the sudden pleasure, before he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly sunk in. The feeling of your warm, gummy walls wrapping around his dick so snugly made him want to cum right there - but he wasnāt done with you just yet.
You were so small compared to him - his hands over lapping each other when he grabbed your waist - but all regard for your size disappeared when he started to pound into you. You withered under him, moans and profanities rolling off your tongue. You reached when and back and grabbed the back of your thighs, opening your legs up wider. He took that as a sign to go harder - causing you to scream at the feeling of his thrusts getting deeper.
He never went balls deep in you, it was very rare. He knew you couldnāt take it. But his previous worries were no were no where to be seen as he watched you take his dick. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your body began to arch - knees shutting, your nipples getting harder as you moaned his name. Your walls began to clench around his dick, squeezing him in further into you each time his tip plunged into you. He loved the sight of your coming, but he wasnāt done yet. He leaned down, his thrusts getting deep and quick, as he grabbed your face and tilted it down to him.
You opened your eyes to look at him - you werenāt even there - dazed from the pleasure and staring up at him with big, beady eyes as he fucked you. The thumb he had on your chin made its way into your mouth, your lips gently wrapping around it before your tongue began to graze over it.
The soft sensation of your tongue was the breaking point. He lost control. He began to fuck you like a beast in heat - mercilessly pounding into you, your legs wrapping around his waist, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as his nails dug into the soft skin of your waist. You let out a cry - coming for the second time - and this time you milked Murasakibara for all the tension he had pent up inside him.
His legs became wobbly, threatening to give out any minute as he came inside you - filling you to the brim, drips of his cum leaking out of you as his dick grew soft in you. Clean up was going to a bitch. Talking to you was useless - you looked like you had astroprojected to a different dimension - but it made it easy to clean you up and tuck you in bed.
Though, the trip to the ER again in the morning you were back and complaining about being sore again.
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POV: Hanma was apart of the Tokyo Manji gang and falls in love with the beautiful reader
āItās fucking insane that you always fall asleep after you eat, Mikey. I really wish you would stop doing this.ā I groaned as I continued to carry the blonde boy on my back. He gave a little snore in response. I knew he was awake, he had to be. I had made no effort on trying to mask my struggle of trying to carry him up the stairs, letting out a string of curse words with every step.
āHanma!ā I heard Draken in the distance, his tattoo selling him out despite the space between us. I suddenly dropped Mikey as I reached the top of the stairs, him landing on his feet, confirming my suspicions on him being awake.
āI knew you were awake! You little bitch boy.ā Mikey gave a slick smile before yelling the phrase, āLast one to the group is a rotten egg,ā and sprinting past me. I rolled my eyes as I started jogging to the guys. Itās been like this for as long as I could remember. I was a new student at Mizo Middle School. I was considered to be intimidating, with my blonde streaks and tattooed hands, but Mikey and the guys had accepted me right away. Apparently they had created a new biker gang, called themselves the Tokyo Manji Gang. Iāve always thought the name was stupid, but that didnāt matter. I had finally had a group of friends I could call my own.
āDamn Hanma, you really are slow!ā Mikey was way ahead of me.
āThatās because you cheated dumbass!ā Picking up the pace, I pushed myself and ran as fast as I could. My body had started to feel numb, felt as though my legs were on fire. That didnāt change anything though, the happiness that soared throughout my body could numb the pain instantly.
āLoser.ā Draken, Mikey, Baji, Kazutora, Mitsuya, and Pah were all standing at the every end of the hangout spot. As soon as they saw my blotchy, red face and how I struggled for air, they bursted out laughing.
āWell, Iām glad at least you guysā¦ā I trailed off, unable to finish the sentence due to sudden lack of air. This caused them to laugh harder. I took a minute of breathing in and out of my nose, focusing on the tree behind Mikey before walking over to him. I gathered all my strength and slapped the shit out the back of his head.
āHey! Dick! Donāt be mad because you lost.ā I gave a proud grin and shrugged my shoulders.
āSo why did you call us here Mikey? There must be a reason because Baji and I were just about to go get a bowl of Ramen,ā Kazutora groaned, he looked like he was about to orgasm at the idea of food. Almost like it was planned, all of our stomachs seemed to grumble at the thought. Mikey rubbed the back of his, moved a few steps away from me, and gave a slow smile.
āI just wanted to show you guys something. Itās a little present for all of the crew.ā Mikey disappeared behind a tree and came from the other side with a large box in his arms. A smile covered his face, an infectious effect on us and anyone who dared to lay eyes on it.
āWell...open it dumbasses.ā Draken essentially tore the box open with his bare hands. Because of how close we all are, I sometimes forget that Draken could probably kill me, despite us being the same height.
The contents of the box brought tears to our eyes. Seven leather jackets were inside, gold etched into the bottom and top of them. I couldnāt believe it. We all started fighting over who got what, annoyance obvious on Mickeyās face.
āDumbasses. You guyās names are on the back.ā Obviously. I felt stupid at that point but didnāt care. I looked throughout the pile, looking for the gold, Hanma Shuji. When I finally found it, my excitement could no longer be contained, and I screamed the biggest cry for joy anyone has ever heard. This caused the crew to join in, turning the silence of the woods into an overwhelming combination of teenage boyās yelps and screams.
āThank you Mickey!ā Baji said, running into Mickey, knocking him down from the impact of the hug.
āHey guys, we need a picture of these together.ā Pah said proudly, his jacket drowning him. I suppose Mickey sized up so we were able to grow up in them. A solidifying friendship.
āThatās an amazing idea, hmm...who should take it?ā We scanned the area, looking for someone else to capture this moment. We almost gave up but we suddenly saw a flash of (h/c) slowly approaching the stairs. We all looked at each other and gave a smile.
āLast one to get to that person,ā Mitsuya started looking over at me.
āIs a rotten egg.ā I finished, already making sure to take off sprinting before I finished the sentence.
āYou damn cheater!ā Draken called out from behind me, laughter overtaking my body. As corny as it may sound, this felt like a true friendship. A group of brothers that were always going to be there for each other.
I started to slow down as I made it closer to the stairs. The (h/c) was more visible now. It belonged to a girl, roughly my height, with beautiful features. She seemed a bit surprised that I had started bolting my way towards her. Almost as though I would pull out a gun and rob her at gunpoint. She was so cute, I couldnāt help but stand there, mouth agape.
āYes?ā Her voice was much higher than the guys I surround myself with, almost like bells.
āDamn you Hanma, always trying to ch-ā I felt Draken by my side, shortly followed by the rest of the crew. They must have noticed the beautiful girlās features, their reactions quite similar to mine. Suddenly, all six of us were surrounding this girl, standing in utter shock. Sure, weāve seen hot girls before, but this girl was amazing. She was so breathtaking, even we were speechless.
āOkay...Iām assuming you guys ran up to me for a reason?ā She rang, her voice causing my heart to do flips. Suddenly, a small, pink haired girl ran up beside this (h/c) girl.
āY/n! Iāve been looking for you! I thought you were just looking for your charm?ā This girl was beautiful as well, but she didnāt seem to have the same effect as y/n.
āI was, Hinata. Then these dumbasses ran up to me. I thought something was wrong, but theyāve just been staring at me, not saying anything.ā She seemed slightly amused, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. Amusement danced behind her eyes. I couldnāt help but smile.
āIām sorry for staring maāam.ā Draken spoke up, holding his hand to greet the girl. Damn him, always having the guts to do shit. Draken smiled, āWe were just hoping you could take our picture.ā
āYeah! Weāre a part of a gang!ā I bragged, instantly feeling stupid as her eyes shifted from him to me.
āIs that right? Well, who would I be to reject such a request?ā She walked up to me, a smile evident on her face.
āWell?ā I was nervous. I wasnāt even sure what to do at this point. I had been so jealous of Draken, I just wanted her attention too.
āWell what?ā She looked between the crew and I, taking a step back. She suddenly gave out such a beautiful, hearty laugh.
āHinata, I think I mightāve met the sweetest, least intimidating gang in all of Tokyo.ā Her and her friend laughed in unison, causing the tension to become shattered.
āSorry if we were being weird. We really did just want someone to take our picture. Mikey just got us the sickest jackets. We wanted to remember this moment forever.ā Baji spoke up, giving a small, sheepish smile. She nodded, wiping tears from the corner of her eye.
āHand me the camera. Iād be more than happy to take it.ā She gave a genuine smile, staring directly at me. My heart did a flip. She was looking at me! Me!
Kazutora grabbed the camera from his backpack, handing it over to y/n.
āThank you. Okay! Pose, do something! On the count of three, Iām taking it, no matter what.ā We nodded as we gathered together, all of us trying to do something funny to capture the moment.
āOneā¦.ā We all grabbed Mikey, forcing him in the middle. Our leader. Our commander.
āTwoā¦.ā Baji, Kazutora, and Mitsuya were all on their knees, grinning from ear to ear. Our middle grounds. Our peacemakers.
āThreeā¦.ā Draken and I stood tall and proud in the back. We would protect our brothers with every bone in our body. We would always be there for them. Forever.
āCheese!ā She smiled. That in itself put a huge smile on my face. Beautiful. The flash went off, and with that, our moment would forever be captured.
I think Murasakibara would be first to get pussy drunk. It would just be another snack to him and we all know how much he loves snacks. He would leave his S/O way beyond overstimulated š.
I got this other message about Murasakibara too š
Heās big- so fucking big, in every sense of the word. Atsushi dwarves you, the width of his shoulders easily doubles yours, and your legs, slung over these broad shoulders, are spread apart nearly uncomfortably. It almost hurts how spread open you are.
The soft, wet, velvet strokes of his tongue against your folds makes up for any discomfort, though. And the lewd slurping noises coming from your giant, purple-haired boyfriend, only make you wetter.
Atsushi thinks your pussy is the most delectable treat heās ever feasted on. His tongue widely laps at your folds, the tip of it tensing as it nudges your clit, which makes your thighs clench and soft, broken whimpers fall from your mouth. Your taste explodes across his tongue, addicting and invigorating.
His tongue tingles, he salivates more than he had been up to that point.
āSo-Good-,ā he huffs out in a shaky voice, lips moving against your folds so softly that it sends another shiver up your spine.
Helpless, you tug on his hair, hand sliding through the beautiful lilac locks and tugging hard enough to elicit a soft whimper from your big boyfriend. He starts pressing his hips forward, rutting his rock hard cock into the plush mattress and making the bed groan in the process.
Heās been between your thighs for longer than you can keep track of. Remnants of your previous three orgasms shine on Atsushiās chin and your thighs and have absorbed into the sheets below.
āA-Atsuā¦sh-shiā¦ā you whimper out brokenly, shaking as pain tugs on the periphery of your pleasure, as your nerves start throbbing from overstimulation.
āMmm?ā He mumbles, pulling off your cunt. His brain is foggy and it shows in his eyes. Theyāre dark, almost like heās drunk. Any reaction from him is sluggish, like heās moving through jello with lead legs.
āHurtsā¦ā
A smile unfurls across his lips slowly, lazily. He licks the slick around his lips, looking back down at your pink, quivering, gushy pussy.
āOne more,ā he slurs, leaning back down to make you cum one more time.
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