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DAY FIVE ➵ what happens when kira’s little sister comes home from yet another disappointing fling? hisagi’s been warned to stay away, but he can’t help but wonder if this is his chance to finally get what he wants.
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"You sure you want that butterfly design? I could give you something a little...racier if you're feeling bold."
Hisagi's deep timbre sliced through the comfortable lull that had settled over the living room. You glanced up to find him leaning back casually on the couch, grey eyes glinting with a teasing heat as they roamed over you from beneath hooded lids.
A slow, sly smile curved your lips at the undisguised flirtation, even as you felt Kira stiffen almost imperceptibly beside you. Though your brother and his best friend largely ignored the thick, sultry undercurrents constantly sparking between you and Hisagi, moments like these still needled at Kira's fraternal instincts.
Not that you could necessarily blame him - if you were being fully honest with yourself. With his tatted sleeve of intricate inkwork peeking out from beneath the tight vee of his shirt and those tawny bedroom eyes smoldering from under the curtain of his dark lashes, Hisagi certainly painted an undeniably delicious portrait of smoldering masculinity.
You slowly traced your gaze down the alluring flex and pull of corded forearm muscles before meeting his heated stare once more through your lashes.
"Oh? You mean like some Chinese dragon wrapped around my thigh?" You purposefully pitched your tone low and sultry, reveling in the way Hisagi's eyes sparked at your invitation.
"That could definitely work," he rumbled in that sinful baritone of his, seeming to savor each suggestive syllable. "Though I was thinking something more...intimate in placement."
Hisagi's gaze slowly, deliberately lowered to the vee of your shirt and lingered there with blatant appreciation. You felt your cheeks heat and pulsepoints kickup as his tongue slicked out to lasciviously wet his lower lip.
Before things could escalate any further, Kira cleared his throat sharply beside you. "Cool it with the ovaries-before-broviaries teasing already," he growled without any real venom, roughly cuffing Hisagi's shoulder. "I put up with enough of your gross flirting every other time you come around."
You shot your brother a sly grin, quietly delighted at managing to rile him up yet again. Hisagi simply chuckled unrepentantly, leaning further back into the plush cushions and looking for all the world like the picture of ease.
"What can I say, Izuru? Your sister loves getting a rise out of me." His grey eyes cut towards you in a singeing look from beneath ponderous lids. "She knows just how to tempt a man into crossing all sorts of lines..."
The husky timbre underlying Hisagi's words and the intensity of his heated stare raised delicious goosebumps all along your arms. You shifted almost imperceptibly on the couch, pressing your thighs together subtly as a shivery tendril of yearning sparked low in your belly.
Hisagi's throat visibly worked as his gaze shamelessly traced the minute motion, nostrils flaring ever so slightly as if suddenly picking up on the whisper-soft scent of your arousal. His eyes darkened into pools of liquid lava when they finally dragged their way back up to meet your own heated perusal.
"Yeah, well, keep your damn eyes off my baby sister before I revoke your privileges around here," Kira huffed without any real threat in his tone. He was too used to these little displays by now, even if he still bristled on reflex.
That same devilish smile curved your lips as you maintained searing eye contact with Hisagi, the air itself seeming to thicken and grow charged between you two. "Oh, I'm pretty sure Shuhei would love having certain privileges revoked around me..."
Kira promptly choked on an inelegant sputter at your blatant innuendo as Hisagi's smirk stretched further, flashing that dimple that always made your knees go a little weak. He didn't bother denying the provocative implication as you let your eyes roam over him in return.
God, he was so deliciously male in that effortlessly confident way of his. You very nearly found yourself whimpering aloud at the dark, sensual promise kindled in his heated stare and quirked lips. You wanted so badly to taste that arrogance, to make that self-assured mask shatter into something raw and unraveled just for you.
Instead, you simply hummed a playful little sound and stood up, uncurling your legs and relishing the weight of Hisagi's ravenous stare tracking the motion. "Well, I'm gonna go freshen up and give you boys some space," you announced lightly as if the air itself hadn't gone soupy thick with tension.
A subtle shift rippled through the electrically charged atmosphere as you hummed that same playful little sound and stood up in one lithe motion. Hisagi's molten stare followed the undulating sway of your hips with ravenous hunger as you uncurled your legs from beneath you.
"Well, I should probably go get ready," you announced in a tone of careful nonchalance that was completely at odds with the heated tension thrumming between your bodies. "I've got a date tonight, after all."
The words seemed to detonate in the weighted silence like a flash-bang grenade. Hisagi's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, firelit eyes narrowing to piercing slits that you refused to shy away from. You could practically taste the ripe undercurrents of his displeasure and frustration roiling just beneath the surface.
But you simply arched one brow in a silent challenge, reveling in the fact that he couldn't voice any of his likely objections in front of Kira. Not without revealing the deeper, decidedly unbrotherly nature of his regard for you.
Kira, oblivious as ever to the thick crosscurrents swirling around him, simply grunted an acknowledgment from his sprawl on the couch. But Hisagi remained coiled like a panther ready to strike, gaze following your movements with an intensity that made molten arousal curl low in your abdomen.
You allowed a small, sly smile to curve those glossed lips, unable to resist stoking those forbidden fires raging behind Hisagi's shuttered expression. With slow, exaggerated nonchalance, you trailed your hands up your torso and over the gentle swell of your curves in a pantomime of smoothing your shirt.
Hisagi's stare caught and lingered greedily on the unnecessary adjustment, nostrils flaring infinitesimally as if drinking in the subtle hints of your scent. You watched in quiet satisfaction as his powerful throat visibly worked, no doubt tamping down the urge to growl out some gravelly protestation.
Instead, he simply held your heated perusal, jaw still locked in that tic of displeased tension that only you seemed privy to catching. The scorching promise in those slate depths was undeniable, an entire world of delicious reckoning arcing between you.
When at last you broke the weighted stare with a ponderous blink, you allowed an expression of perfect wide-eyed innocence to slide across your features as if nothing untoward had transpired. Hisagi wasn't fooled for a second if the banked spark crackling in his gaze was any indication.
"Don't wait up, boys," you sang out in a dulcet trill as you turned and ambled towards the staircase, every sashaying pivot of your hips an unvoiced taunt.
You didn't need to glance back over your shoulder to confirm that Hisagi was, indeed, committing every last swish and sway to hungered memory. The electric prickle skittering down your nape was confirmation enough of the consuming weight of his turbulent stare.
Only once you'd ascended out of sight did your own carefully composured facade slip into a tremulous, darkly gleeful smirk. You pressed your thighs tightly together against the insistent throbbing ache between your legs as you hurried towards your bedroom.
Riling up the usually unflappable Shuhei into such visible disquiet over the mere suggestion of you being intimate with someone else never failed to make you feel powerful and perversely delighted. Perhaps tonight's hookup could be more brief than usual...especially if Hisagi sought to dole outsome of that promised carnal reckoning with you later on.
The thought made you shiver with illicit, smoldering anticipation as you closed your bedroom door. Better get ready indeed.
The thunderous boom of the front door slamming inward shattered the tranquil stillness like a gunshot. The violence of the jarring noise ricocheted through the darkened living room in pulsing waves, jolting both Hisagi and Kira from their respective slumbering states.
Hisagi came awake with a strangled grunt, instinctively jackknifing upright on the lumpy couch. His tousled head whipped towards the entryway, flint-gray eyes struggling to cut through the dim lighting as residual dream-haze rapidly cleared. Beside him, Kira issued a low groan of disoriented complaint from his ungainly sprawl amid the unswept trail of potato chip crumbs and stale beer bottles on the floor.
"What th'fuck...?" he slurred in drowsy consternation, movements sluggish as he tried to push up into a sitting position.
All residual cobwebs evaporated as the thunderous impact of stomping footfalls reverberated down the hall, each weighty tread punctuated by the unmistakable slam of a blazing feminine temper. Through his still-sleep-bleared vision, Hisagi caught the first rippling glimpses of movement—
Then your tightly coiled figure surged into view beneath the weak wash of lamplight spilling from the kitchen. A frisson of hyperalert tension lanced through Hisagi's veins at the very first glimpse of your features.
From the ponderous vee furrowed between your brows to the tight, bloodless slash of those lush lips compressed into a flat line, every aspect of your expression radiated seething inner turmoil on the verge of volcanic eruption. Not for the first time, Hisagi was punched by the visceral sense of a summer tempest rolling in - all blistering, sweltering portents crackling along his sensitized nerve-endings in warning.
The aggressive, almost contemptuous flick of your wrist as you shrugged out of your flimsy jacket only compounded the mental imagery. Hisagi's calloused fingers dug restlessly into the frayed upholstery as you whipped the garment aside with enough vehemence to nearly dislodge one of the neglected beer cans from its resting place on the coffee table.
"God, easy there, killer..." Kira groused, finally managing to peel open his own bleary eyes and squint in your direction. "What the hell's got your panties all in a..."
The bald inquiry trailed off into a sudden, ripe silence as he seemed to fully take in the bilious thunderclouds massing across your delicate features. For several beats, the only sound was the rhythmic pounding of blood rushing through both men's ears in anticipation of the impending maelstrom.
When at last you stirred again, the abrupt, stiff movement caused both of them to tense instinctively like soldiers awaiting the concussive impact. Hisagi felt his own muscles coil in response, bunching tautly beneath his shirt as if to absorb some inevitable, looming blow even he couldn't yet envision.
You still refused to meet their increasingly concerned stares, mouth remaining clamped in that rigid line that made his gut churn with dismay. From your pinched jawline to the tightly furrowed brow creasing that usually smooth expanse of forehead, every aspect of your countenance screamed that you were utterly caged in whatever fresh, bitter torment gripped you.
Hisagi opened his mouth, felt the scorched rumble of sound catch in his throat as you finally, brusquely broke the leaden expectancy hanging between you all.
"Don't wanna talk about it."
The terse growl slipped from those compressed lips like something small and feral lashing out in preemptive defense. It abraded across Hisagi's sharpening senses in an almost physical rasp even as you turned sharply on your heel.
Without a single backward glance, you stalked towards the stairs with something almost frenzied in the harsh clip of your footfalls. Hisagi watched each minute shift and sway of those tightly wound shoulders, arms crossed painfully over your chest as if to physically barricade whatever hellish emotions roiled beneath the surface from spilling free. Everything about your body language emanated tension vibrating on the verge of unraveling completely.
Just before ascending the first step, you paused for the slightest of suspended breaths. Hisagi's eyes remained riveted to the taut line of your spine, unconsciously mirroring the instinctive bracing he could perceive rippling through your frame.
When at last you spoke again, the words emerged in a low snarl more evocative of a wounded, cornered predator than anything else. "I'm fine. Just...don't bother me for a while, alright?"
Then, before either of them could react or draw breath to respond, you were simply...gone. In the span of one earth-shuddering exhalation, the shadows at the top of the stairs seemed to reach out and swallow your tense silhouette whole. All that remained was the ghostly impression of your wake slipstreaming in the air, ripe with the scent of agitation and storm clouds.
In your abrupt absence, the silence that enveloped the dim room rang with a pressure so weighty it constricted the very air from Hisagi's lungs. He and Kira sat motionless in its choking miasma, eyes remaining locked on that inky stairwell long after you'd fled its oppressive ambiance.
It was Kira who finally broke the fraught stillness with a protracted sigh that whistled through his teeth. "Well...shit," he muttered, all residual sleepiness banished utterly. "So much for hoping she'd finally chill the fuck out after another month of hooking up with this loser like all the others..."
His gaze cut askance towards Hisagi through the shadows with a minute shake of his mussed blonde head. "Safe to say there's not a chance in hell I'm venturing upstairs to poke that little hell-bear after the night she's obviously had."
Hisagi's lips twitched in a faint, humorless quirk that lasted but a beat. "And trying to talk her down when she's like this?" he asked, already knowing the resigned answer. "No fucking way, right?"
Kira's snort spoke volumes as he wearily dragged his fingers through his disheveled hair. Over the years, he'd learnt the hard way how futile and potentially dangerous it could be to try disarming you when you cycled into these virulently mercurial moods. More often than not, his well-meaning consolations only served to further enrage the emotional squall swirling around your tender heart.
No, the only viable option had always been to simply hunker down and wait out the worst of the initial tempest in tense solitude. At least until the whipping frenzied winds abated enough to approach you in relative safety again.
Angling his head, Hisagi flicked one final, measuring look up the darkened stairwell from beneath lowered steel-gray lashes. Even from here, an almost palpable vibration of turbulence still seemed to linger, set to lingering tremors by your feverish passing. His callused fingertips unconsciously flexed and clenched against the sofa cushions in agitation.
Whatever fresh grievances had spurred this latest blowout must have cut you straight to those delicately shielded depths where you guarded your vulnerabilities with tooth and claw. The mere thought of you left to stew alone in such acrid miasmas of scorned hurt tightened Hisagi's throat.
Almost as if he could still perceive your barely repressed tremors from here, quivering ripples in the fabric of night like a wounded animal awaiting its chance to burrow out of reach. Only this time with your heart once again left shredded and bleeding in the relentless wake of some selfish prick's devouring...
Hisagi's jaw clenched hard enough for his molars to grind as resurgent protectiveness instinctively flared through his veins. It hollowed out his chest with familiar, gut-punching vehemence and made the tendons in his neck cord with tension. How he loathed these interminable stretches, forced to helplessly tread waters while you drowned yourself alone. All because of your stubbornly stalwart refusal to let anyone too close to your fragile core, especially not the ones desperate to shield it most of all.
Drawing a rasping breath, Hisagi hauled himself upright with infinite reluctance. He could no more voluntarily follow you into the tempest maelstrom than willingly hurl himself into the inexorable pull of a black hole's gravity well. Not unless he wanted to hazard having his atoms shredded and atomized on a subatomic level.
Still, the weary resignation slumping his shoulders didn't entirely preclude the stubborn spark of determination flickering low in his abdomen. One way or another, he vowed, gritting his teeth, this latest upheaval would run its molten course - then he'd step in to scoop up the shards left scattered in its smoldering wake.
As always, it seemed. No matter how many times your hesitant walls shored back up or blistered recriminations awaited Hisagi's patient outreach.
Not for the first time, nor the last, he suspected.
Until the day he could finally break through to those tremulous places thrashing beneath your surface. Until the exact moment he convinced you to unfurl from your defensive crouch and reach back out as well, granting him the devastating privilege of cradling your fragile pieces while slotting himself into the cracks.
The dark certainty warmed Hisagi's marrow even as he averted his shuttered gaze back down, shrugging away the feverish restlessness licking along his skin. It was only a matter of time, he reminded himself as he extended a hand to haul Kira upright. A hard-won, brutally incremental road...but one whose final destination lay firmly within sight.
For now, though, there remained other more immediate comforts to provide in the wake of your passing inner storm. With a resolute tilt of his head, Hisagi waved Kira ahead of him towards the kitchen.
"Let's grab a couple beers while we wait this one out, yeah?"
The piercing hiss of beer can tabs breaking their vacuum seals knifed through the weighted quiet. Hisagi winced almost imperceptibly at the abrasive noise, even as he tipped the cold dregs past his lips in a perfunctory swallow.
Beside him, Kira nursed his own drink in uncharacteristic stillness - reflecting the uneasy, portentous lull that had descended over the house since your overpowering presence vacated the space. Hisagi tried and failed to dismiss the insistent tendril of disquiet needling at his consciousness.
Minutes oozed past in thick, viscous increments that seemed to mock him with their sluggish persistence. He found his free hand idly plucking at the frayed knee of his jeans, sharp gray eyes flickering repeatedly towards the shadowed hallway beyond in involuntary pulses.
Something wasn't sitting right, some hitherto unidentifiable prickle zinging along his nerves like a livewire of unease that refused to dampen down. Each laborious tock of the grandfather clock in the hall seemed to resonate through his very marrow as if amplifying the oppressive, unnatural silence permeating upstairs.
He had experienced this bewildering stasis far too many times over the years in the direct wake of your mercurial tempests not to recognize the ominous portents. Usually, your cyclones blew themselves out in relatively short order, dissipating in rapid spirals of spent angst until you sought out their steadying presences once more.
Never before had you buried yourself quite so stubbornly in the eerie, tomb-like quiet of your own psyche...at least not without giving some muted peep or agonized shuffle to indicate you were still kicking and raging against your inner demons, however mutely.
But that was just it - there existed not a single murmur to perforate the stifling stillness. No plaintive catch of weeping or agitated footfalls disturbing the hush. Even the rhythms of your breathing remained utterly, disturbingly indiscernible across the strained tether of Hisagi's preternatural senses.
Unease solidified into a harder, more jagged knot twisting his gut as flashes of half-remembered images swirled behind his narrowed eyes. He'd seen you wear yourself to this raggedly unresponsive state in the aftermath of utterly shattering upheavals before...and the memories were far from comforting.
One lucid instant scalded across his psyche - you, eyes glazed and dull as flawed marbles, staring emptily at nothing while he'd crouched in numb horror before your petite frame wilted boneless on the bathroom tile. Warm spit had frothed sluggishly across your lush lips as heaving, animalistic sounds wormed from betwixt them, suggesting some tenuous last thread of wounded consciousness still existed beyond the blankly yawning abyss of your gaze. But only barely...
Hisagi shuddered hard enough to slosh a few drops over his fist, banishing the ghastly callback with a forcible blink. Not this time. That harrowing incident lay years in the bitter rearview now, in the wake of so much progress and healing you'd both painstakingly carved out together. He refused to allow tonight's anguish to drag you backsliding into those grim, yawning depths where oblivion's undertow exerted its numbing gravity.
Yet the more rationality he applied, the smaller and tinnier his reassurances sounded even within his own turbulent thoughts. Because if he was being fully honest, too many unanswered questions smothered the space around your conspicuous absence like a heady miasma.
In the end, it took less than fifteen minutes for Hisagi's meticulously leashed control to splinter and unravel completely. One moment he was perched in forceful repose, tendons in his neck corded with the effort of physically restraining each agitated inhale and exhale. The next, he was slamming his beer aside with a gruff oath, surging upright in a propulsive burst of motion.
"Nah, man...I can't do this waiting game anymore," he rasped, the words slipping out in a sandpaper tumult before he could reconsider them. Rough fingers found their way into his disheveled hair, laboriously kneading against his skull as if to physically extract the snarled hooks of disquiet burrowing ever deeper. "Need to make sure she's..."
Hisagi's jaw tensed before the rest could follow, unwilling to give vocal shape to the myriad unsettling scenarios cresting behind his shuttered eyes. Kira watched him wage his internal war with a strange look - frustration and concern seemingly canceling each other out behind the impassive mask of a consummate poker face.
The truth remained unspoken yet perfectly understood between them, however: When it came to you and the singular gravity well you exerted, Hisagi was utterly helpless against being consumed. And Kira, despite his surface-level reluctance, wouldn't dare deprive him of that pull towards his only fixed point in a sea of emotional upheaval.
A single nod and arched brow was all the tacit permission Hisagi needed before wheeling on his booted heel and propelling himself away. The thunderous tattoo of his footfalls reverberated through the hallway with purpose, only slowing once the staircase jutted into his path.
From there, Hisagi's gait lapsed into a silent, measured prowl - proceeding upwards with an almost predatory stealth, balanced on the balls of his feet to muffle every footfall. The carpet-muffled risers groaned quietly beneath his weight as he stalked higher and higher, following the thread of preternatural restlessness tugging at his very synapses.
Until finally, upon cresting the landing and orienting on the dimness of your closed bedroom door, Hisagi felt an infinitesimal shudder travel down his nape. As if the air itself had shifted from the leaden pall of vacancy into something...more textured. A stirring of delicate vibrations and indistinct fluttering caresses that prickled enticingly along his nerves.
At first, Hisagi discounted the subtle susurrus as imagination running rampant fueled by distraction and anticipation. Resolutely, he prowled the final few feet to plant himself directly before your bedroom threshold, jaw clenching in grim resolution.
Only for the strangest sensation to materialize in that airless gulf - a tantalizing distillation of the most high, keening feminine whimper ghosting across his consciousness like a gossamer inhalation of temptation itself. Hisagi stilled, uncertain if his distressed psyche was playing auditory tricks.
But then the indistinct shivering sounded again. More pronounced, clearer in the sudden tilt of his head and subtle flare of nostrils as he sought to funnel the lilting murmurings directly into his senses. Unmistakably shaping themselves into something more tangible, like a phantasmic finger unfurling beckoning tendrils of hushed invitation all around him...
The abraded, husky moan of his name shattered Hisagi's hard-won control in that gut-punched instant.
"Ah…Sh-Shuhei..."
His vision whited out briefly as those carnal syllables bowled him sideways like a physical concussive force. Distantly, he was aware of his boots carrying him those final few feet before thinking processes could even resume.
Of his palm gliding across the bedroom door as if magnetized, easing it smoothly inwards without so much as a perfunctory knock. Of being drawn inexorably into the honeyed lamplight's cocoon only to be met with the utterly devastating vision of you.
Hisagi felt the world narrow into laser focus the moment the bedroom door swung inward on silent hinges. All the ambient noise and peripheral distraction bled away until his entire being became hyper-attuned to you and you alone.
There you were, tangled among the rumpled bedsheets in a pose of such provocative disarray that it stole the very breath from his lungs. Even in the backlit glow from the solitary lamp, he could make out the delicious abandon written across your features.
Full lips parted wide on gasping pants...dark lashes fanning across feverish cheeks in stuttering flutters...the arch of your lithe body undulating with each tremor that ricocheted through your frame - a living sculpture of ecstatic desperation.
"Nnghh...Shuhei, please..."
The sound of your voice splintering around the gasped iteration of his name detonated something deep and profane in Hisagi's core. He felt the shudder wrack him from the inside out, a seismic tremor rattling the very foundations of his restraint. This...this was what he'd been subconsciously seeking, pulled towards by the same relentless gravity that held you as its cosmic center.
You didn't seem to register his presence at first, lost in the throes of whatever fevered reverie consumed your undulations. Hisagi remained rooted to the threshold, dissecting every glistening nuance and shiver that rippled across your gorgeously debauched form in sadistic detail.
He drank in the subtle shifting of fine bedsheets whispering across your sensitized skin...the kitten-soft mewls expiring from your punished throat with each measured arch...the unmistakable squelch of your delicate fingers working between the desperate part of your thighs, chasing that elusive crest...
A scalding groan shuddered up from deep in Hisagi's diaphragm before he could bite it back. The undisguised masculine rasp of it finally seemed to pierce whatever idyllic trance had momentarily spirited you away. Your eyes shot open in one dazed sweep of lashes, locking onto his hulking silhouette framed in the doorway.
For an endless, electrically charged beat, you both remained frozen - a portrait of debauchery witnessed at its most intimate, breath bating in sync through the throbbing quiet. Hisagi could see the subtle war between mortification and rapture playing out across your lush features. Cheeks burnished with fever-bright arousal and lips trembling on that same gossamer whimper that had lured him into your sanctuary like a siren's call.
Then, before rational thought could splinter the moment, you exhaled a single sighed word that erased any need for conscious decisions at all:
"...Stay."
The pleading rasp shivered down Hisagi's spine like the raking caress of temptation itself. He drank in the entreating, almost plaintive cast of your gaze, the subtle invitation curling your fingers in summons. A riptide of need so visceral it defied quantifying momentarily hollowed out his chest and stole rational thought.
Hardly aware of moving, Hisagi allowed his boots to carry him in languid strides to the bedside. He watched you track his progress with the same helpless hunger reflected back, dark eyes dilated and glassy. He felt the mattress dip as he lowered himself down on one knee beside you, then two.
Your scent permeated the air, heavy with the heady perfume of sweat and sex. Hisagi's nostrils flared, breathing deep that intoxicating miasma, the sweetest opium imaginable. Involuntarily, his hands lifted to trace the delicate bones of your ankles, gliding a path up to encircle each one and gently ease your knees apart.
It was only when his palms smoothed their way up along your inner thighs to cradle their trembling that Hisagi's mind truly registered the sight of you. You, quivering and wanton and utterly vulnerable beneath his callused touch, offering yourself up with a desperation that matched his own.
"Fuck...sweetheart," he groaned, feeling a jolt travel through your frame at the reverent address. "Do you have any idea how incredible you look right now? How fuckin' beautiful you are?"
A strangled whimper escaped your throat as Hisagi's thumbs drew maddeningly slow circles across the crease of your hip. "Shuhei...please, don't just..."
He shushed the rest with a single digit pressing against your lower lip, the action somehow simultaneously tender and dominant. "You've gotta tell me this is what you want, Y/N," Hisagi growled, the husky timbre of his voice betraying just how precarious his own restraint had become. "Cuz once I start touchin' you, I'm not gonna stop 'til I've had my fill. Until we're both satisfied and fucked out."
A breathless moan spilled from your lips at his words, a fresh wave of arousal gushing against his fingers where they teased along your entrance. "Yes...fuck, please, Shuhei. Need this...need you."
The last syllable scarcely faded into the charged air before you were hauling Hisagi down to crush your lips together in a bruising kiss. It was clumsy and messy and entirely lacking finesse - more a desperate mashing of flesh and tongue than a proper kiss. Still, the intensity of it sent a heady rush of dopamine flooding Hisagi's synapses.
He was vaguely aware of you shifting, reaching down to fumble the fastenings of his jeans loose, but the rest was a blur of sensation and instinct. He groaned as your soft palm wrapped around his aching erection, a guttural curse gritting out betwixt his teeth at the exquisite friction.
Before he could regain a modicum of his crumbling composure, you were hauling him upright onto the bed. Hisagi felt his boots get tugged free, followed swiftly by the rest of his clothes, and suddenly his bare chest was flush against the feverish heat of your own.
"Shit, Y/N..." Hisagi managed between desperate breaths, the sensation of your slick breasts against his torso momentarily scrambling his thoughts. He forced his eyes open just in time to feel you nudge him onto his back, the action surprisingly dominant for its timidity.
A wicked thrill shot through him at the sight of your darkly hooded gaze peering down, taking him in with such raw, unvarnished desire. Your hair cascaded in a tangled curtain around his face, blocking out the world as your thighs settled astride his waist.
"Fuck...just like that, beautiful," he rasped, a fresh shudder traveling his length at the feeling of your slick folds gliding over his sensitive head. "Let me feel how bad you need this. Let me take care of you."
With that, his hands slid down to grasp the gentle flare of your hips, guiding you to a perfect perch over his throbbing length. But rather than sheathing him in one smooth plunge, you instead took a moment to tease him through your dripping folds, painting him with a delectable layer of arousal.
Hisagi's eyes nearly rolled back at the feeling of your swollen clit dragging along his underside. You were soaking wet, absolutely drenched from your earlier teasing and the way his touch had lit your body ablaze. He could feel your pulse thrumming where you hovered above him, a matching throb to the rhythm pounding through his own veins.
"Fuckin' tease," Hisagi bit out, a rough chuckle rumbling through his chest. He'd meant it as a joke, but the way his hands tightened around your hips and guided you down an inch or so suggested his own control might be fraying just as badly.
A low, breathless moan shuddered from your throat at the sensation of him stretching your inner walls, spearing them wide on the thick head. A delicious sting radiated up through your core as you gradually eased him deeper, a little at a time, savoring every exquisite inch.
Hisagi could feel the tremble coursing through you, could sense the overwhelming pressure and stretch of his cock parting your velvety walls. His head fell back into the sheets with a ragged, guttural moan. "Fuck, baby, you're so tight. So fuckin' good...so wet and ready for me."
The praise seemed to spur something carnal within you. Hisagi felt your hips snap down, impaling you in one sharp thrust that stole the air from his lungs and made him see stars. It took all the strength left in his limbs not to come right then and there.
"Ah, fuck...fuck..." Hisagi grit out, jaw clenched as the last few inches finally sank home. His pelvis ground against the sensitive apex of your thighs, the sensation of his coarse hair and turgid skin rubbing against your clit threatening to shatter the last threads of his sanity.
Only once he was fully sheathed did you pause to relish the sensation, grinding down against him and savoring the fullness. A whimper slipped from your lips as the slight adjustment brought a new angle of pleasure, one that had Hisagi's head bumping your cervix with tantalizing friction.
"Nnghhh...so big," you managed on a shaky exhale, leaning back and bracing both hands on either of his thighs. The new position had you straddling his hips at an even steeper angle, his thick length seeming to reach deeper inside than ever.
The visual alone would've been enough to make him come right then and there - your lush breasts heaving on panting breaths, nipples taut and mouth-wateringly hard. But what truly sealed the deal was the sight of your stomach, slightly distended and bulging with the outline of his cock.
Hisagi's head reared up off the bed, eyes widening in shock and lust. He'd never seen anything quite so arousing in his entire life - the undeniable evidence of his girth parting you so exquisitely, molding your walls to his shape.
"Ah, fuck...goddamn, Y/N, look at you," he bit out, his hips giving an involuntary jerk at the sight. "That's fuckin' obscene...and so goddamn sexy, shit..."
His fingers slid up to grip the softness of your belly, caressing the swollen outline in reverent, worshipful sweeps. A shuddering moan spilled past your lips at the feeling, and he could've sworn your inner walls fluttered around him with the movement.
"So beautiful...so fuckin' gorgeous. Gonna have to do this again, have you ride my cock with this little bump," he growled, the last syllables punctuated by the sudden snap of his hips upwards.
"Ah! Fuck, Shuhei...do that again!" you gasped, nails digging into his thighs for purchase. The combination of his fingers caressing your swollen middle and the thick pressure grinding against your front wall was almost too much.
Hisagi could sense the change in tempo, could hear the way your moans had escalated into frantic mewls of desperation. You were close, teetering on that precipice with the same urgency he felt in his own loins. And so, when you leaned back and planted both hands on his chest, Hisagi was already prepared.
One swift, fluid thrust, and suddenly the pace shifted. Your hips began rolling and undulating with a wild abandon, riding him with a desperate rhythm that left his head spinning. All he could do was grasp your hips and hold on for dear life, watching rapt as you rode him for all he was worth.
"Fuck, just like that, baby...keep goin'...that's it, use me," he groaned, eyes rolling back at the sensation of his cockhead bottoming out on each upward stroke. "You look so fuckin' incredible right now...so close, shit, I can feel it. Gonna come all over my cock, aren't you?"
The dirty talk seemed to be the last thing needed to send you over the edge. Suddenly, a breathless shriek tore from your throat and the walls of your cunt clamped down so hard around his length that his vision whited out.
Hisagi watched, entranced, as the first rippling waves crashed through your form. You came apart in his arms with an unbridled ferocity that left him reeling. Each violent spray of arousal coating his lower abdomen was accompanied by a choked, ragged cry of ecstasy.
The feeling of you coming around him, the way your pussy sucked and massaged and milked him so expertly was enough to have Hisagi following right behind. One final thrust and he was burying himself to the hilt, head falling back as the first thick spurts painted the inside of your spasming walls.
"Ah...ah, fuuuuck..." Hisagi managed on a groan, eyes screwing shut as wave after wave of euphoria crashed through him. Distantly, he could sense you still rocking and undulating, coaxing him through his own release with an expertise that was almost frightening.
He could feel your fingers stroking the sweat-dampened hair away from his forehead, could sense the softness of your lips ghosting tender, loving kisses against his skin. Yet his mind remained trapped in the afterglow, savoring the blissful sensation of being utterly enveloped by your warmth.
Hisagi didn't realize how long he'd been laying there, sprawled against the tangled bedsheets, until your face swam into his view. Dark eyes glittered above flushed cheeks, the faintest sheen of sweat dotting your brow as you gazed down at him with unmistakable adoration.
"I’m pretty sure Izuru heard that. He's gonna be pissed," you murmured, the corners of your lips twitching upwards.
At the mention of his best friend, Hisagi felt his heart rate spike and his stomach give a guilty lurch. He was suddenly acutely aware of the fact that he'd just had sex with his best friend's sister, and that said best friend was likely waiting downstairs with a beer.
And yet, when he met your gaze, something about the mischievous sparkle in your eyes made him hesitate. You didn't look upset, or betrayed, or anything remotely close to the emotional meltdown he'd expected. In fact, you were smiling - a small, almost secretive smile.
"He’s gonna murder you, and I'm gonna help him hide the body," you said, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Hisagi returned the affection with a slow, lazy grin, still half-dazed. "Worth it," he breathed, tilting his chin up to claim your lips properly. "So, so worth it."
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well… i have a new obsession to hyper-fixate on for the next month and it goes by the name of The Kid at The Back. a visual novel created by @fantasia-kitt
what the fuck is going on with these characters? i need answers now 💀
btw fantasia… girl you have caused me so much internal conflict i’m literally hating myself for how much i like sol
he’s such a pos, but dammit i’d be lying if i said he wasn’t my dream boyfriend (minus the maniacal, delusional, genuinely dangerous bits obviously). why’d you do this to me 😭
Summary: You get fed up with Gen ignoring you while playing his game. So you decide to give him a little distraction. (un)fortunately for you, he doesn't appreciate being pulled from his gaming.
song: favorite by isabel larosa
wc: 3,600
tags: gen narumi x fem reader, thigh riding, cockwarming, slight overstim, f receiving oral, doggy, unprotected sex, creampie, gen being a torturous tease because you messed with his game
writer's note: hi horny babes! gosh i'm FINALLY posting on this side blog after having it active for over 2 years. 'bout damn time lmao. don't know why i suddenly decided to get my lazy ass moving and post something. i think narumi just really brought it out of me. hope you enjoy! and hopefully i can get back into my writing groove. fingers crossed
ps, i know the Kn8 tags are so overloaded with smut right now. i'm usually one to complain about there not being any cute fluffy fics to read. but i just had to get this out of my system. i literally wrote it in like a day. that's probably a record for me loool
“Hey, Gen,” you say, trying to get your boyfriend’s attention. However, it would seem that he's entirely absorbed by the video game he has been playing for the past four hours.
At first, you didn’t mind. You just lay behind him on his bed, feet pressed against his back as you read a book, scrolled through your phone, took a nap.
But then, you got bored.
You don’t usually mind him breezing the day away with his gaming, but you feel like you haven’t seen him in days, what with him being busy killing kaiju and all. And here he was, finally having a free moment, and he was spending all of it playing his games.
“Geeen,” you call again, still not receiving even a hint of acknowledgment. You kick him gently in the back, but it doesn’t sway his attention in the slightest.
“Ugh, hey, jerkface,” you say, getting fed up with his ignoring you. You sit up and scoot close to him, pressing your chest to his back and wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders. “Put the game away for a bit. I miss you.”
“When I level up,” he mutters, finally giving a response to your efforts. “I just have to defeat this dragon.”
That was the last thing you understood before he began murmuring about experience materials and runes and whatever the hell else.
You groan and look up at the screen, watching his tiny character approach the massive, reptilian creature, the music intensifying and their battle beginning. You’d think he’d have enough of fighting monsters with his job.
He continues his muttering, verbally working out his mental math about how many materials he’ll need to get to his desired level. You let out a heavy, perhaps exaggerated sigh.
“Gen, you’ve been playing for hours,” you say, threading your fingers into his hair and rubbing his scalp. Still no reaction. “Give your poor, helpless brain a break. I don’t think the thing can handle much more rot.”
“After this,” he says, his voice monotone. You squint and lean over to get a look at his emotionless face.
“And then you’ll give me attention?”
“Mhmm,” he hums mindlessly.
“And then we can toss your gamestation out the window?”
“Yeah, yeah, sure…”
Just as you suspected, he’s giving automatic responses, not hearing a word you’re saying.
You untangle yourself from him and flop back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. This was not quite how you expected to be spending your evening.
You thought you might watch a movie, maybe play a game together. You even thought you might convince him to get outside and take a walk with you. Or you’d drag him out. Whichever worked best.
You thought that he’d at the very least be a bit pent up. It’s been a while since you two have had a long enough moment together to satisfy your sexual needs.
Come to think of it, it was over a week ago. And neither of you even got the chance to finish as a Kaiju emerged, forcing him to leave and take care of it. By the time he’d returned, you were long passed out, and he was too exhausted to even consider waking you to pick up where you’d left off.
You turn over onto your side to watch him, his fingers skillfully jumping around and pressing buttons. Your legs squeeze together as you imagine how it’d feel if they were inside of you instead of on his controller.
Great. Now you’re bored and horny.
“Baby,” you say softly. He actually perks at your calling this time, though his eyes don’t leave the screen. “I need you.”
His fingers genuinely falter for a fraction of a moment, but he recovers quickly, getting back into his practiced button smashing.
“Okay, Princess. In justa bit.”
Well, at least he heard you that time. You feel a little bit of triumph in having gained a smidge of his attention this time. But it still wasn’t enough for you. You need his eyes on you, if just for a second. And that’s when you get a lovely idea.
You climb off the bed and stand just behind his periphery before stripping down to nothing but your panties, a small shiver running through you from the cool air. Surely this will get his attention.
You come to stand beside him, half naked, arms crossed beneath your breasts, and desiring.
“Gen.”
“Yeah,” he replies half-mindedly.
You don’t say anything more, waiting to see if he’ll turn to you on his own. When he doesn’t, you decide he needs a little extra guidance.
“Look at me, dork,” you say, a small grin creeping its way onto your lips. It takes him a moment, his head turning slightly while his eyes are still attached to the tv. But then they finally flit over to you.
And they don’t leave.
His mouth drops open and his face flushes, like this is the first time he’s ever seen you.
“Y-Y/n! What-”
A dramatic and sparkly fwoom comes from the tv, the sound signaling the death of Gen’s beloved dragon slayer. Which also means he just failed the battle he’s spent the last several minutes fighting.
Oops. You didn’t mean for him to look at you for that long.
“Awww, dammit,” he says, dropping his controller onto the bed and rubbing at his eyes. You stand there awkwardly for a moment, beginning to feel just a liiittle guilty for his failure.
“Ahh, sorry. I didn’t mean to distract you that badly.”
His hand runs down his face, stopping over his mouth as he gazes back at you, his eyes dragging over every inch of you like he’s trying to commit the image to memory.
“You want my attention that badly, huh?”
Well, with the way he’s looking at you now, you’re starting to wonder if you do. But you nod anyway, shoulders straight and head high.
“All the people in the world, and you want my attention.” His hand moves to rest below his jaw, revealing the infuriating smirk on his lips.
“Don’t go getting egotistical about it,” you huff, averting your eyes from his heated maroon gaze. He lets out an amused hum and reaches for you, tugging on your arm.
“Okay, Princess. I’ll give you what you want.”
There’s a hint of mischief in his voice, but your suspicion is wiped completely from your mind when he pulls you down to sit on his leg and attaches his lips to your collarbone, all in one fluid motion.
You gasp as he shifts under you, pressing his muscular thigh against you. His mouth trails down your exposed chest, his mouth latching onto your nipple while his fingers play with the other. You let out a hiss and smack his arm gently when his teeth nip at the sensitive flesh.
“Watch your teeth,” you scold. He laughs darkly.
“Easy now. You wanted my attention, didn’t you?”
You groan in annoyance, but arch into him when his lips return to your breast, his tongue flicking over the bud. He trails a row of kisses from your chest to your neck, nibbling on the skin just below your ear.
His hands grip your waist tightly, guiding you to grind against his thigh as he kisses and bites along your neck. You moan at the friction, his thigh pressing so roughly against your clit. You can feel him growing hard against your knee through his sweatpants.
You carefully press your knee against him, earning a low groan and a tight squeeze to your ass.
“You’re so beautiful,” he sighs into your ear.
He pulls away from your neck to look at you, his deep red eyes studying you with love and affection. He moves to kiss along your jaw, slowly making his way to your lips. He finally puts his mouth to yours, his tongue swiping over your lower lip before taking it between his teeth.
You squirm in his lap and tug on his shirt, breaking your kiss just long enough to pull it over his head. You run your hands over his bare skin, feeling the toned muscles beneath it. His hand snakes over your body, coming to rest near the junction of your thigh, where his thumb runs back and forth over the soft skin.
You hold in a cry when he presses his thumb right against your clit. You pull away from his lips and rest your forehead against his as you pant heavily, his thumb rubbing your clit in sweet circles through your panties.
“Someone's worked up,” Gen teases quietly. You don’t reply, you just lift yourself onto your knees a bit, giving him enough space to slide his hand into your underwear.
“Very worked up,” he says as his fingers find your entrance, slicked and desperate. You groan and grip his shoulders as he slips a couple of fingers inside of you, the slender digits reaching as far as they can at this angle. “All this for me.”
“Come on, your turn,” you say as you pull on the band of his pants, and he gives you a childish pout.
“You’re so impatient.”
“Don’t give me that,” you snip. “I have plenty of it to be with you.”
He just gives you a smirk, and you gasp as he pulls his fingers from you suddenly. You glare at him before standing to allow him to remove his pants.
The moment he begins to pull them down, you see just how hard he is. Looks like you were right to assume he’d be pent up.
His cock is rock hard, his tip flushed bright red and already leaking precum. Your pussy clenches at the sight of it.
“You’re one to talk about being worked up. Looks like you want it as much as I do.”
Gen says nothing as he grabs you by the waistline of your panties, making you step closer. He places light kisses over your stomach, his hand between your thighs, and his knuckles running over your sensitive clit. He pulls down the fabric, letting it fall to the floor around your ankles. His eyes darken at seeing you, fully naked and desperate before him.
“Come here,” he beckons, guiding you back onto his lap, your hips hovering above his own. He takes his cock in his hand and swipes it back and forth between your entrance and clit, coating himself in your wetness and giving you a little jolt every time his head passes over the sensitive nerves.
“Look at me,” he says, his free hand giving your ass a hard squeeze. He drags it up your spine and to your neck, where he tangles it into your hair before pulling you into him, pressing his lips to yours. At the same time, he drags the head of his cock down until it catches at your entrance, begging to be let in.
You lower yourself onto him, slowly, carefully, inch by inch until he’s completely inside of you, your hips flush with his. He groans into your mouth, both of his hands coming back down to your ass, squishing and tugging before giving you a gentle smack.
He pushes his tongue into your mouth and gives a small roll of his hips, the actions already bringing you close to the edge. Maybe you’re more pent up than you thought.
“You made me lose my fight,” Gen says, pulling away just enough for his words to be muffled by your lips. His statement surprises you He’s still thinking about that?
You open your eyes to find him already looking back at you. His gaze drops down to the bed, his hand leaving you to reach for his controller, discarded beside you.
“As punishment, you’re going to sit right here, unmoving, until I beat this dragon.”
You freeze as you watch him pick up the controller and proceed to restart his game. The absolute audacity of this man.
“Are you friggin’ serious?” You ask, unbelieving of his words. His eyes come back to yours, and you find the look he gets whenever it comes to his games. That same look whenever Hasegawa or Kikoru pokes fun or threatens to throw away his console.
“Deathly.”
He certainly is.
“You begged for my attention. This is how I’m deciding to give it to you. Beggars can’t be choosers, right?”
You set your jaw, wanting so badly to tell him off. But instead, you shift around on him, somehow making his cock reach even further into you, and press your bare chest to his.
“You are unbelievable,” you mutter, tucking your arms under his and resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“And I love you,” he says against your ear, sending a chill through you. You can practically hear the smile in his voice.
You hear the music from his game pick up and know that he’s re-entered his dragon battle. Okay, you can do this. Not move while your boyfriend's cock is buried balls deep inside of you until he wins this fight, which will take… umm… How long will it take?
You suddenly regret your uptaking of his challenge, realizing you don’t know how long it will be before he wins. If he’s figured out a strategy, then 5, maybe 10 minutes. But if this is going to be a trial-and-error fight, taking many deaths and resurrections to complete, you could be here for a while.
It’s only a couple of minutes later that you hear that dramatic fwoom again, confirming that you were right to be nervous.
You feel his cock throb inside of you, and you muffle a whimper on his shoulder.
20 minutes and 3 magical death sounds later, and you’re ready to combust. From sexual desire or annoyance, you’re not quite sure.
You try your best to keep still, you really do. But god, the way his cock is filling every inch of you, his head pressed so firmly against your cervix, it feels almost impossible to do so.
And with every flinch and jolt of his muscles as he plays his game, you feel your patience slip away. You have to admit, his focus is otherworldly. The fact that he’s buried so deeply inside of you and hasn’t missed a beat with his game is as impressive as it is infuriating.
“Gen,” you practically whine against his neck. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, not taking his eyes off the screen for a moment.
“Almost got it, Princess,” he mutters, his voice raspy.
You curl up into him as much as you can, head in the crook of his neck, and your arms wrapped tightly around him. Your pussy squeezes around him involuntarily, and Gen lets out a hiss, the first indication he’s given to how much you’re affecting him right now. It takes every fiber of your being not to start bouncing on his lap right then and there.
“Mmm, good girl,” he whispers, giving you a soft nip on the shoulder. His cock twitches inside of you, and you shudder, almost losing your resolve.
“Keep doing that shit and you won’t be calling me that for much longer,” you grit, earning a short, amused laugh.
You try to focus on his action figure display, on the music, the sound effects, the shapes you draw on his back, the clicking of buttons, anything other than the throbbing cock inside you.
You’re about to just give in and start grinding in his lap, ready to accept whatever consequence there may be, when you hear the dragon roar and the music stop. And this time, it’s not followed by that obnoxiously whimsical death sound.
Gen defeated the dragon.
You turn to look at the screen to confirm your hope, and, sure enough, the dragon is dead. You let out a relieving sigh and turn back to your boyfriend.
“You’re done?”
“I’m done,” he replies, pausing his game and tossing the controller to the side before gripping your hips. “And now.”
Before you can stop him, he’s flipping you over onto your back, a yelp escaping your lips as you smack into the mattress. His cock slips out of you through the change of position, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing.
“What the hell?” You gasp as Gen props himself over you, his eyes level with yours, cold and emotionless.
“Did you learn your lesson in distracting me from my games?” He asks. Despite his lack of a smile, you can still hear the mirth in his voice.
“I still got what I wanted, didn’t I?” You tease, but soon, your smirk drops away, replaced by a look of sincerity. You raise a hand to brush his hair away from his eyes, letting you see his handsome face.
“I’ve just missed you. And you’ve barely looked at me since I got here.” Gen’s cold facade fades, and his gaze softens, a crease forming between his eyebrows.
“I’m sorry, Princess,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. “I’ve missed you, too.”
“Hmm, have you?” You ask, your grin returning. Gen pouts, making that face that always reminds you of a cat.
“I… may have gotten carried away,” he admits. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips, nibbling your lip in that way he loves to. “But that doesn’t mean I haven’t.”
His lips trail along your jaw and down your neck, sucking and biting as he goes. Keeping himself propped with one arm, he drags his other hand down your side and to the apex of your thighs, cupping his hand over you.
“Let me make it up to you,” he pleads, dipping his fingers into you. You arch into his hand as his fingers pump and curl inside of you, his palm grinding into your clit.
You clench around his fingers, already so sensitive from having sat on his cock for so long. Gen’s lips detach from your throat when he scoots himself down your body, stopping to kiss down your navel.
He hums happily as he positions himself between your legs, watching with keen interest how easily his fingers slide in and out of you.
“So wet for me,” he says with awe, and you whine in response. He dips his head down, giving your clit one long lick. You flinch with the jolt of pleasure it sends through you. “So pretty.”
His lips seal over your clit, his tongue flicking the nerves as his fingers continue to expertly massage your inner walls. It isn’t long before you’re cumming, your muscles tightening around him.
He works you through your orgasm, his fingers never stopping and tongue never relenting. It isn’t until you entwine your fingers into his hair and tug that he finally breaks away, a satisfied grin on his face.
He rolls you over onto your stomach before grabbing your hips, helping you to your knees. He takes his cock in his hand and slots it between your thighs, the head brushing over your overstimulated clit.
His tip catches at your entrance, and he licks up the back of your neck before sliding his cock inside of you in one swift motion.
You press your face into the pillows, muffling your cry as he slides out and thrusts back in quickly, filling you up completely.
“You feel amazing. So tight,” he sighs, watching himself disappear inside you. “So deep inside you.”
He leans over you, his chest flat against your back as he ruts into you like an animal in heat. You can tell by his stuttering thrusts that he’s already close.
His hand drags from your hip back onto your clit, rubbing harsh circles over it. You almost yelp, the pleasure being so much it borders on pain.
“Too much, babe!” You cry, grabbing for his hand in an attempt to stop his ministrations.
“I’m… close. Wanna feel you cum around me,” he moans, his breath against your ear.
You grit your teeth as he continues his motions, his cock thrusting deep into you and his finger trying desperately to draw another orgasm from of you. His efforts are rewarded when his dick hits just the right spot, making your muscles suddenly spasm around him.
Your pussy clenches and throbs around his cock, begging him to spill everything he has.
“Shit,” he gasps and his hips come to a stop, flush against your ass. His cock twitches, pouring out every bit of cum it’s kept stored for the past week. You moan and grip the sheets, relishing the feeling of it filling you.
He lays you down on your side, keeping you pressed against him, his breathing hard and ragged. His cock, somehow still hard, remains inside you, keeping his cum from spilling out.
He pulls you closer, kissing your shoulder as you both catch your breath and return from your high. He makes a move to pull out of you, but you grab his arm, stopping him.
“Don’t move for a minute,” you say. “Too sensitive.”
“That so?” He asks with a light laugh. His hips hump forward, grinding his dick into you and making you gasp and squeeze his arm, your nails digging into his skin. He hums in amusement. “Hmm, I like you sensitive. Maybe you should sit on me while I play games more often.”
You groan, thinking about how torturous it was to sit on his dick, unmoving. But… denial aside, it was a bit nice. Certainly better than being bored and ignored. You sigh in contemplation.
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Wassup, I'm Tori! Welcome to my NSFW side blog. hope you enjoy your stay ❤️🔥
about me
20s, taurus, full time over-thinker and professional procrastinator
likes
flowers, animals, anime, music, youtube, boba, sweet treats, a bit of gaming, a bit of reading, creepy scary things, autumn, art, dark chocolate, cozy blankets, sleeping, converse, candles, really good coffee and tea lattes make me happy
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bugs, milk chocolate, getting stuck behind slow walkers, mahito, clothes full of static, scraping glass or metal makes my brain short circuit, gege akutami 🖕🏼💔
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