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Alright Iâm putting this under a readmore because Iâm going to try and include all of my moots so letâs see how I do. Theyâre going to be split up half and half so this is the first half. Iâm determined also I may have gone overboard but itâs chill
@sleepyrintaro (ik youâre on a hiatus love but I wanted to include you too) Kuroo, another absolute unit. When I tell you theyâre both geniuses and when theyâre together theyâre either the most intelligent people or have one brain cell shared and thereâs no in between, thereâs no in between. Rin is amazing and is so kind/has such a big heart the two of them would have so much fun together and be so fun to be around. Kuroo would love hearing about psychology and it would basically turn into talking about hyperfixations going back and forth.
@rukunas Sukuna hands down. Rue is so sweet and has the best vibes and I feel like Sukuna would be drawn to that. The soft but only for you trope definitely comes into play here. Sukuna would look so intimidating and tease Rue but then get flustered half way through. King of curses or not he can be really intimidating one minute but as soon as you need him heâs instantly like âwhatâs wrong baby what happened?â (Basically the Gordon Ramsey with kids vs with adults comes into play here).
@kkodzvken Dabi or Toga, Lune is a sweetheart and I feel like both Dabi and Toga would look at them and instantly think âI want to protect them.â This relationship would be very cute in its own way because theyâd all watch out for each other. Dabi would smile so fondly it would be a crime, but if heâs ever called out on it he would 100% deny it and you canât convince me otherwise. Heâd let Lune wear his coat around if they wanted to. With Toga, sheâd do skin care (if you wanted to) and would adore shopping dates! Loves cuddling and just snuggling up to you too!
@katslutski I cannot stress this enough: Nanami Kento. They both value independence and Nanami would take care of you if you needed it. Heâd love chilling and watching movies or reading quietly with Kat and nobody can convince me otherwise. Slow dancing in a kitchen would be a must at least once. Theyâd have separate apartments but spend a lot of time at the others. Heâd send texts from time to time asking how she is and would enjoy making dinner together with her. Nothing relaxes him more than the time they have together. Kat is so fun to talk to and is honestly amazing and so is Nanami so they would for sure have the best convos too.
@pupimouto Chuuya hands down. Babi is honestly amazing and Chuuya would be so enamored. Heâd also have the thought of âMust protect.â Adores her, the red and pink aesthetic for sure. Heâd get into a fight if anybody looked at her the wrong way. If thereâs a bad day heâd be there to hold her close to her and reassure her and if she kisses him or holds his hand/tells him she loves him? Gone he has ascended, heâll smile for the rest of the day.
@oilivia Oikawa. Liv deserves the best and who is Oikawa if he doesnât provide? Their relationship is super fun, heâd listen to her playlists and playfully tease her a bit but itâs all in good fun. (He makes sure not to go too far and cross a line) the type of relationship where they both bicker playfully, but also have really deep convos. They also balance each other out and help each other to either break out of their shell or relax and just focus on the present. Communication between them is amazing, they make it look so easy. Both of them are able to confide in the other knowing itâs a safe space and there will be no judgement. Oikawa also loves to fluster her in public by calling her cute pet names.
@bakugohoex Jean Kirschtein, theyâre able to be independent but also comes together. The best friends before being lovers type of thing. Ria is amazing and Jean would be there to hang out with her and makes sure to call her beautiful everyday. He adores the little domestic moments the most and would love hearing about her day and would check in throughout the day with âHey baby how are you doing?â Attentive and heâs a very good listener. Theyâd both work so well together! He seems like the type to theorize movies and so theyâd both exchange their own and see whoâs closer to whatâs actually going on.
@chaos-night *deep inhale* ATSUHIRO SAKO please theyâd be so perfect Iâm not even kidding! Heâd take up ballroom dancing lessons so they could dance in the kitchen and their relationship would be so soft and wholesome. Chaos is a wonderful person and is a great listener as well as fun to talk to so they would both revel in each otherâs presence. Atsuhiro would shower her in praise all the time. Heâd adore her so much and everyday would fall a little more in love with her. King of romantic dates whether itâs extravagant or just hanging out and watching movies either way he adores it. Will hold her close to his chest as they sleep whispering how much he loves her and how lucky he is to be with her.
@raes-still-rambling the sweetest I canât even articulate. Tamaki Amajiki they would work so well together. Heâd find so much comfort in them. His favorite would be if they just cuddled together and watched a movie. He isnât big on romance but heâd put his all into it regardless. Loves holding their hand and would smile softly whenever he sees her. Theyâd definitely have a cuddling playlist and heâd show them he loves them through small actions
@m-mortimer Christa and Ymir 100%. Izzie has such a big heart and I feel like sheâd fit into this dynamic so well! Theyâd both take care of her, Ymir has strong mommy dom energy and would make sure both her girls are doing well. They would all live the cottage core lesbian dream I guarantee you. Would dance around and just have a lot of laughs together, making flower crowns would be an absolute must. Theyâd all take care of each other and would help if any of them got into a bad headspace. This relationship would feel like a home.
@deludedimagines Levi Ackerman, Sorcha has to be one of the coolest people ever and who better to match that energy than Humanityâs Strongest. Their relationship would be comfort. Both of them would find solace in each other whether it be making tea late at night to playing games in the morning. The two of them would work so well together, completely content to dwell in the comfortable silence theyâve created. Theyâd also clean together with soft music playing in the background and Levi canât get enough of it. Their relationship is full of understanding one another. The phrase/lyrics âLife is not the things that we do itâs who weâre doing them withâ very much applies here.
@fuwushiguro Toji Fushiguro no questions asked. The most interesting and fun relationship ever, Venus is a goddess and is so kind/compassionate Toji would start out being like âI have no intention of falling in loveâ and then before he knows it heâs in love. Would protect her no matter what, they would have amazing stories. Their life would be like a movie. Heâd hold her and in the soft moments tell her how much he loves her and how he feels complete with them together. Heâs the type to use action instead of words so if he sees her sad? Heâs off to get ice cream and put on her favorite comfort movie. He grumbles about her making him soft but when she just gives him a smile and says he likes it he canât help but smile fondly, he canât argue with that.
@fushigurocockslut Mahito, they too have a fun relationship. Tessa is one of the chillest people Iâve ever had the joy of knowing and her and Mahito would be so chaotic im living for it. They share one brain cell and itâs to wreak total havoc, both of them have the friendship dynamic down to the point where people have to ask if theyâre dating or just close friends. Mahito loves spending time with her and they both would absolutely prank the hell out of Nanami. Also theyâd find/have the coolest hang outs to chill and listen to music, eat snacks and vibe. Although they may be chaotic theyâd also have really chill moments where they would just relax and stargaze. The two of them could talk about everything and anything.
@doinmybesthere Shoto Todoroki. Emme has a huge heart with so much love and she deserves to receive all that love back and more. Shoto is not big on pda, but behind closed doors he loves intimacy. In the quiet moments of just waking up heâd kiss her forehead with a groggy âGood morning loveâ their dynamic is âTwo sweethearts in a room they might love each other unconditionallyâ and then they did. Slow dancing in the kitchen? Absolutely. Shoto is also attentive and adores Emmeâs beautiful singing voice, on bad nights he loves nothing more than to feel her fingers in his hair and hear her voice as he drifts off. If the roles are reversed he holds her to his chest and hums softly while rubbing soothing circles against her back. Their relationship is wholesome and they bring out the best in each other.
@izukine Takemichi for sure. Both would try and protect the other and theyâd both be flustered by the other since theyâd both of the thought process of âTheyre so cute my heart feels like itâs about to burstâ Liyah is so friendly and awesome and I feel like Takemichi would be drawn to that. Whether it be walking around or just chilling both of them would just like the time they spend together. Every time Takemichi sees her he instantly perks up and has a cute smile on his face. Their relationship holds solid communication and trust.
@cupcake-rogue Bakugou Katsuki without question. King of making sure Star is taken care of and has a soft spot for her. Everybody makes fun of him for it, but he doesnât care. Star would mean the world to him and knowing that he comes home to see her face would relax him and keep him calm. He loves holding her in his arms and if she runs her fingers through his scalp heâs gone. Instantly falls asleep. Uses actions over words so heâll make sure he has her favorite foods/drinks stalked in the fridge. If he notices itâs a bad day heâll ask how he can make it better. The two of them would have a relationship thatâs all about care.
@nomadmilk Kirishima Eijirou both of them take care of each other and have so much fun together. Matching outfits? Sure. Cute couple photos? Absolutely! Theyâre the definition of couple aesthetic/goals. Love being affectionate, it doesnât matter if theyâre in public or not. Kirishima will constantly praise Noma and be like âthatâs my baby!â Whenever you do something. He loves supporting you and if you ever comfort him/do the same heâll be so happy. Loves to hold and cuddle Noma a lot. Both of them together would radiate so much love they both deserve wonderful things.
If I didnât get to you this round just you wait cause tomorrow is part 2
atsumu bites back his own tears as you wail, shoulders shaking from the force of your sobs. he has his arm around your waist, large hand splayed out on your stomach to keep you in place and steady. his hips rock up into yours, fat of his cock stretching you out, his blunt tip pounding into you mindlessly. his other hand curved around your hip to rub tight, precise circles into the sensitive nub of your clit, sending you to another messy orgasm.
he kissed your shoulder, your nape, burying his head into your neck. you were so stressed, so tired, so pent up and he could see it. your eyes were swimming in clouded worry, shoulders tense with the weight of the world that he wanted to bare for you instead. he knew you needed something, an outlet, relief, but he didnât know how to give it to you. not until you came home and collapsed on his chest, eyes watering, your bottom lip twitching as you tried hard to swallow back tears. you let him dote on you, pressing soft kisses on your cheeks as he pulled your clothes off, letting him flip you around to stuff you full. you needed release before anything else, release he knew he could give to you.
ââs okay baby,â he muttered soft and sweet in your ear when your wails quieted down to sniffles, remnants of your now passing orgasm draining down the shaft of his still pistoning cock. âdaddyâs got ya. gonna take good care of ya, âs okay. let it out.â
KSHFKSKS I RLLY WILL iâm thinking daddy zhongli thoughts 24/7 it is. Whew boy
and diluc?? listen i may be zhongliâs bitch now but diluc was my first love i saw him deleting that abyss mage and was like âah. you. i would die for youâ LMFAO
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Glad to see that youâre back! If requests are open, could I ask for more about the band AU that youâve been teasing?
aaaaa thank u angel!! requests r certainly open (and much appreciated bc i need to get back into the groove lol) and i am always thinkin band au thoughts ksjfjdks
although my brain is quite fried rn so iâll add more later, but hereâs some of the stuff iâve written in my planning doc!!
tags/warnings: notsfw so 18+ only pls, manipulative/toxic relationships, mentions of drug use, infidelity
touyaâs the scary one. hes covered in tattoos and metal, and his eyes are as cold as ice. hes scary, but he loves you. he loves you, right? thatâs what you want to believe. you repeat it to yourself, even as heâs slamming his hips against yours and biting your lips so hard that they bleed.
truth be told, he knows that itâs wrong. maybe he felt a bit guilty at the beginning, but heâs too far gone to care now. youâve always been too pure for a man like him, whose blood and brain are sticky with toxins. but you just look so pretty when youâre crying for him. he just canât help it.
keigo is the golden boy, the songbird with the prettiest voice and even prettier eyes. heâs always so sweet to you, always treats you like youâre something precious. heâs liquid sunshine, and despite your touya telling you to never fucking talk to him, you canât help but be drawn to his light.
you hate seeing what fame is doing to touya. heâd always loved music, ever since you were kids, but this band is dragging him deeper and deeper away from you. he promises that he loves you, but when heâs on tour, he never spends a night alone. the fame, the drugs, the attention, they all consume him. he gets meaner and meaner, treats you worse and worse.
but at least keigo is there. heâs your light in the darkness, your liquid sunshine whoâll steal you away. when you run, heâs the one that catches you. but you canât get rid of the sinking feeling of wrongness whenever youâre with him. heâs not touya. heâll never be touya. even though he whispers the sweetest words against your skin as he fucks you into the mattress. his hands, his tongue, his cock â they all feel good, but theyâre not touya.
keigo says he loves you. youâre not sure if you believe him. youâre not sure if you believe touya, either, when he finally pushes past his pride and apologizes. youâre not sure if you can trust a single word that leaves their lips, or a single thought that leaves your brain.
for reference â keigo (singer) n touya (bassist) are in a band, along with tomura (lead guitar) and toga (drums). i have âŠa whole Lot that ive been thinking about in terms of the relationships between the todorokis and their whole messy dynamic, particularly between enji and touya bc the potential there drives me MAD aksjfndksj enji will definitely be the catalyst for a lot of touyaâs actions
iâve written a fair amount but itâs all just random scenes and flashes and nothing that iâm satisfied w so idk how long until iâll have something /ready/ but weâll see!!!! hopefully soon!!!!!!!
i am BACK hello!!! ty for being patient with me as i deal w my shit đ and hi to new followers!! iâve been writing and i promise iâll post some new stuff soon!!!
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I just read for fic for the mental health collab and I just want to say I fucking love I The Mighty and I also have a fic titled and inspired by the same song so now we are twins đ„ș also excellent job on that fic you captured the emotions so wonderfully and king being such a grounding person was really impactful.
AH thank u so much!! your natsuo fic was lovely too, made me cry a little bit ajdjf but it was so beautifully done (also side note ur casting couch getou is one of my fave getou fics omg)
and YESYES i LOVE i the mighty!! weâre twins <33
i combined this w someone elseâs request of dabi + noncon bc they go together really well <333
dabi + drugging + noncon
tw: nsfw 18+, dark content, drugging, noncon/dubcon, absolute scumbag dabi, impact play, spitting, and im gonna say it again: very heavy noncon warning here!!!!
wc: idk yet iâm on mobile and itâs 2am iâll check tomorrow lol
dabiâs favorite pastime is hanging out in dingy bars and keeping a watchful eye on absolute train-wrecks like you. messy little things who drink a little too much a little too often all in the name of âstress-reliefâ. none of you are ever cognizant enough to notice the tabs he drops into your drinks while he swoons you with a deep voice and half-lidded eyes. and it worked on you too, your hand scooping up your drink so you could take another lengthy sip â if only you knew what was about to hit you.Â
when your senses came flooding back to you, you were in a dirty looking apartment, your eyes hazy and unable to focus properly. your entire body ached, each of your limbs feeling as if they weighed several tons as you struggled and failed to move them. werenât you just at the bar? with that dark haired boy? the one with the pretty blue eyes and weird scars? where were you?Â
your breath hitched in your throat when a figure appeared in front you, familiar shaggy hair and icy eyes looking down at you with unsettling intention. a dull pounding echoed through the back of your head, and no matter how hard you tried to move any part of your body, it was as if you were frozen â trapped in a horrible nightmare and plagued with sleep paralysis.Â
âhey sweetheart, glad to see youâre finally awake. i was getting a little impatientâ
his voice sounded like it was echoing from hundreds of miles away, as if your head was submerged in a tank of water and he was calling to you from the outside. you could barely even make sense of his words, your head spinning in circles when you finally processed what he said and realized just how much trouble you were in right now. you could feel the cool air on every inch of your skin, and you suddenly became aware of the fact that not a single article of clothing was left on your body.Â
your eyes must have widened in shock and realization, because a low chuckle rumbled from his chest in response.Â
âdonât look so shocked, doll; you were practically begging for me to bring you back here tonightâ
you were what? sure you had a few drinks and maybe participated in some tipsy flirting, but you certainty didnât ask to be here â especially not like this. but itâs not like you could fight back, your body was utterly useless right now â so the best you could do was utter a helpless ân- noâ.Â
âno? if that word held any significance to me we wouldnât be here right nowâ
his words made the blood in your veins turn to ice, chilling you to your core and causing a few hot tears to well up in your eyes. and then your fear spiked an all time high when the scarred man straddled over you and you felt something brush against your abdomen. even in your doped-up state you had enough sense to know what it was, your stomach twisting into an assortment of knots.Â
âjust keep quiet, okay? donât wanna have to pump anymore shit into you, itâs a lot of work. so just let me enjoy this, yeah?â
even though you expected it, nothing could have prepared you for the painful stretch of his cock forcing its way inside of you. his head rolled back in immediate pleasure while your body instinctively twitched in pain and emitted several pathetic whimpers. after all, this wasnât for you, it was for him â and he couldnât care less about making sure you were ready.
it was pitiful, the way you laid on your back with your eyes rolling around in your skull while he picked up a brutal pace right from the start. and he knew he told you to be quiet, but your feeble moans and choked-out whimpers were too damn pretty for him to get angry with you. it almost made it sound like you were enjoying it â twisted bitch.
between the drugs and the rush of endorphins from his cock railing into your hips, you were on another fucking planet â tongue lolling out of your mouth and slow strings of drool dripping down onto his bed.
a harsh hand came down on your face, just barely bringing you back for a fraction of a second.
âclose your mouth, whore, youâre making a fuckinâ messâ
you didnât have the mind to understand his command right now, your head lazily rolling to the other side with your tongue still dangling out. dabi seemed to realize that his scolding had very little effect on you, mumbling a quiet âdumb fuckinâ bitchâ and carrying on.
your instinctual whimpers and the dull noise of dabiâs balls slapping your ass with each thrust were the only sounds in the shabby apartment â along with the occasional insult being spewed from his mouth.
you cunt was sopping now, coating itself in a gooey lubricant to accommodate for dabiâs lengthy member abusing your walls. and god does it feel good when you flinch, when your caverns clench around his cock and threaten to milk him for everything he has. he knows itâs not intentional, he knows you donât have half the brain to tease him like that on purpose right now, but he still delivers a firm slap to your thigh or a wad of saliva to your chest each time you do it. youâre too out of your mind to notice though, resembling a sex toy more than a human at this point.
he uses you for everything that youâre worth, abusing you like you were nothing but a warm sleeve for his cock to fuck â and honestly thatâs all he saw you as. when he finally reached his peak and your walls convulsed around him again it sent him diving into a heavy orgasm. thick white semen dousing your insides and getting smeared against your cervix as he fucked you through it.
by the time he pulled out your swollen cunt was leaking with globs of white, dabi cursing about how much of a fucking mess you were making for him to clean up.
and then he got you dressed â failing to even be considerate enough to clean you up first â and dumped you back at the bar he found you at. at least he was considerate enough to do that! he could have left your sorry ass in the alley behind his apartments! at least here there was a slight chance your shitty friends would find you here and take you home.
and then he went back home and slept on the couch â cause he was way too lazy to clean off his bed right now. plus he needed to get some serious rest so he could do this all again tomorrow.
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warnings: slight choking, kissing; this is very much just a hot make out session...
notes: to @issematsukawwa hi. i love you. here is your boyfriend. this is unedited because I wrote it at like 3:00am while I was thinking about you. also I forgot to post it when I planned to.
Jeanâs kisses start soft.
They always do. His reasoning is that he wants to savor you, to savor this. And to an extent it does feel like that. With every gentle press of warm lips to your forehead and your eyelids and then to your nose and both cheeks. It feels like heâs trying to permanently map every inch of skin he can reach, just with his lips.
Thereâs never any talking either. Only the sounds of your harsh breathing and pounding heart (though youâre certain he canât hear the way the organ is furiously crashing against your ribcage) coupled with the sound of his lips pressing along your chin and throat and down to your exposed collarbone.
Exposed because your (his) shirt has slipped free of your shoulder, giving him access to the delicate flesh. Only after youâre panting embarrassingly loud, barely able to stop the gentle rocking of your hips against his does he capture your mouth with his own.
The kisses become a little more firm now. Leaving in their wake a warmth that spreads from your lips down to your chest and stomach, that unsettles the butterflies there. At this stage of your kissing the fluttering of your tummy as you try to press harder against him, try to force his meticulously crafted self control, is the only thing you can feel that is distinctly you. Because everything else becomes about Jean.
About the way the silky strands of his hair feel between your fingers. And the way his lips feel, warm and damp and soft under yours. And the hard muscles of his bare chest beneath your palm, the feel of his heart as it pumps blood through his veins, as it races under your fingertips. The way his lashes flutter against his cheeks.
When his hands gently skim the exposed flesh at the back of your thighs before slowly, precariously climbing their way up to your ass to grasp at the flesh. And when his lips part only after youâve relaxed against him, muscles turning to goo above him; the only thing you can feel, think, breathe, is Jean.
The first brush of a wet tongue against your eagerly parted mouth is enough to pull a small whimper from you. You can almost feel his smile as he pulls away for a second just to watch you, eyes shining with love as they linger on your kiss swollen lips and dazed expression. He chuckles when your mouth follows after his, rewarding you with a peck before he picks up where he left off.
His kisses make you hot. Maybe itâs the combination of the firm length of his cock pressing impatiently against the sticky crotch of your panties through his sweats and the way his hands have grown almost frantic in their need to touch everything, feel everything. Your body temperature sky rockets. And youâre reminded as you pull away to slant your mouth over his that although you are on top, Jean is still pulling all of the strings.
Perhaps it is the notion that he kisses you until youâre both lightheaded. Until you have no choice but to pull away or die, and even then he doesnât let you pull away for too long. Content to let his lips brush against yours with every ragged breath he takes before he kisses you again. Perhaps it is this notion that causes the beads of sweat to form along your hairline and on the back of your neck.
When his kisses grow as frantic as his roaming hands is when you feel like you have regained some semblance of control. When you pull away and his head begins to rise from the pillows as he follows you, when you can sink your fingers into the strands of his hair and hold him steady as you kiss him. Tongues tangling, dancing, battling in the space between your faces.
When he has no choice but to wrap a big palm at the base of your throat and growl his frustration into your mouth as he snatches that control back. Flipping you onto your back, and pinning your hips to the bed as he suckles harshly on your tongue, when your kiss grows wet and sloppy and each time your lips part a wet smack echoes through the room, a string of saliva connecting your mouths.
When he has to take a break. Head buried in the space between your head and shoulders as he attempts to recollect some modicum of self control. He never can. At this point, while his hips grind his cock against your heated center and he begins to murmur about how much of a fucking tease you are.
When the kisses grow so sloppy that youâre barely kissing, only breathing each other in, then does Jean smile, a breathtaking thing that raises the hairs on your body, and whisper against your mouth:
yes yes yes yes yes yes yesyyesysyesy mmm so good mm very tasty idea ily and i got very carried away
nanami + brat taming
tw: nsfw 18+, f!reader, psuedocest (nanami is your step-dad), brat-taming, impact play, power imbalance, mild size kink?, manhandling, fingering, nanami said fuck jujutsu and is a very rich business man au
the white-haired butler that opened the front door and offered to carry some of your bags seemed nice enough, but you couldnât help but scoff at the entire situation. walking onto the pristine and shiny floors in your scuffed up sneakers made you wonder just how your mom had managed to gold-dig her way into this one. either she was terribly convincing, or this guy was horribly desperate â either way you werenât opposed to reaping the benefits. a butler, a giant in-ground pool, a bedroom that was three times the size of your old one?
yeah, youâd settle in real quick.
and you did just that, taking whatever you wanted and not feeling a shred of guilt for it. this guy, nanami kento, had more than enough money to go around, so why shouldnât you indulge yourself? why shouldnât you throw unsolicited pool parties while theyâre at work? invite boys over to spend time in your king sized bed? your mom forced you out of your hometown to move in with this rich asshole, might as well make the most of it.
and things were going pretty fucking smoothly if you do say so yourself, or at least they were until nanami caught you sneaking a boy through your window one night.
you thought your were so smart, so slick with the way that you used his house as your personal playground behind his back. but why would he own such an esteemed property and not have security cameras? you werenât smart at all, in fact you were incredibly, incredibly stupid.
and youâve been getting on nanamiâs nerves for a while, sashaying around the house in tiny outfits surrounded by a horde of immature boys. heâd watch you through the security footage while he worked â blood boiling at the way you flaunted his home as if it were your own.
those boys were never going to be enough for you; youâd walk all over them with your inflated ego and terrible attitude. you needed a man, someone grown, who could put your back in your place â you needed nanami â and fuck, heâd wanted you since the day you walked through his front door. heâd been patient, very patient, but this was enough to snap the thin wire that was holding him back.
he didnât hesitate to kick the boy right back out the window he climbed through, threatening to call the cops if he didnât leave his fucking property right now. and then a firm hand was wrapped around your wrist, dragging you up the stairs and into his bedroom.
he gave your arm a harsh tug, tossing your body towards his large neatly made bed. the edge of the raised mattress whacked you in the gut, your face falling forward and mashing into the silky comforter.
âwhat the fu-,â you snapped your head back to look at him, but were immediately met with a rolled up black sock being shoved into the back of your mouth.
you coughed and whined through the fabric as he grasped both your wrists in his one large hand, his other weaving the leather belt that was previously looped through his trousers around your wrists. he had zero patience for you right now, and he was making that evidently clear.
âiâve tried to stay patient with you, but youâve forced my hand this time,â he looked at you with dark eyes, one of his hands undoing the zipper at the back of your skirt.
you tried to kick with your legs, tried to cuss him out through the sock, but it was entirely ineffective, his strong hands holding you down and the cotton preventing a single coherent word from leaving your lips. your skirt was gliding to your feet now, your bare ass exposed and looking nanami right in the eyes.
âsneaking in another boy? how many times should i spank you for that? five? ten? i think ten would be suitable in this situation,â he used one hand to keep you pinned to the mattress, and the other to caress the smooth skin of your upper thigh, âwhat do you think?â
obviously you tried to reason with him, tell him that you didnât deserve any spanks, that you werenât a child, that this whole thing was fucking weird â but none of that made it out of your mouth, not through the soggy sock that was still in your way.
âiâm glad you agree, ten it is,â he gave you a thoughtful look, raising up his hand in preparation to strike you for the first time.
âoneâ.
his hand swung down with incredible force, a piercing smacking sound echoing through the room as you squealed and kicked under his touch. it felt like a thousand pins piercing through your skin, a blazing fire that burned through his fingers and straight through to your brain.
âtwoâ.
the second smack was brought down with even more strength, your whole body lurching in response to the impact. you still kicked, still fought, still screamed through gag for him to fuck off, but a small part of you was already anticipating number three.
âthreeâ.
the third strike to your backside flipped a switch in your brain, your legs falling limp and your screams replaced with pitiful whimpers and whines. his hand on your skin was starting to hurt so good, bits of the sock becoming trapped in your clenched teeth.
four, five, and six came quickly after, only a few seconds of rest between each of them â and nanami knew that heâd won when your feet began to push up onto your tip-toes, your ass wiggling closer to him as you waited for more.
âyou count the next ones,â he reached forward and plucked the disgusting sock out of your mouth, tossing it to the floor and caressing your cheek.
seven came down hard, goosebumps lining your arms as you yelped; your tied up hands grasping at air. a shameful âsevenâ, rolled from your tongue a few moments later, your shaky voice flooding nanamiâs ears.
âgood girl,â he cooed, âthree moreâ.
the next three stung the worst, nanami hissing at how badly it hurt his own hand â but your were a lightheaded, dizzy mess; practically drooling on his sheets by the time he was done. youâd done exactly what he asked, taken all ten and even counted out the last four â you were so good for him, and it was so easy.
he helped you roll over onto your back and then slipped his hand under the waistband of your panties, pulling and letting them fall down to your ankles. youâd taken the punishment pretty well, so it was only fair that you were rewarded now.
he sat down on the edge of the bed next to you, one of his hands pressing down onto your puffy clit. you knew how inappropriate this was all becoming, but your head was much too hazy to care.
he dipped two of his fingers low, slipping them into your slimy cunt and gently pushing them up inside you. his fingers were long, a sharp whimper flying through your teeth as he curled his fingers against your walls.
what the hell would happen if your mom got home right now? if she saw her soon-to-be husband fist-deep in her daughter?
those were the things you should have been thinking, but they didnât cross your mind once. how could you care about the what ifâs when nanami was stuffing you full with his thick fingers on one hand, and expertly massaging your clit with the other.
no one your age had this experience, and none of the boys youâd messed with had ever made you feel this good with such little effort. nanami was opening your eyes to his expert hands, and you began to wonder how many sorry brats had ended up in this exact spot before. maybe this is what he did for fun â romancing middle-aged women just to prey on their college-aged daughters until they inevitably get caught one day â and then the cycle continues.
but right now, on the edge of losing yourself around his fingers, you didnât care if you were the hundredth step-daughter heâd done this to â it was worth it.
your walls clamped around his fingers as he thrusted them deeper, his other thumb rubbing hard and consistent circles over your sensitive nub. it was impossible to hold out any longer, the ball in your stomach flying undone as you rolled your hips into his hand and creamed all over his fingers. the room was filled with the prettiest mewls and whines, your body shaking and lurching as he kept feeling you even after your orgasm was fading.
only once you accidentally kicked him from the intensity of the overstimulation did he unsheath his fingers from your cunt, his skin glistening with your fluids. he shoved them into your mouth, your eyes widening as he offered a simple: âsuckâ.
but you did what you were told, youâd quickly learned that disobeying him would only lead to something worse. he smirked for the first time after he plucked them from your mouth, your lips making a satisfying popping sound.
ânever gonna invite those boys over again, right?â he taunted you, an obvious bulge sitting in his dress pants.
you quickly shook your head no.
but if breaking the rules meant this would happen again?