Nettle Willow

Chishiya's voice was muffled, his mouth latching onto your breasts like a man starved. He'd managed to get your shirt off despite your neediness for his tongue on your skin. He tasted too good to pull away from.

You groaned, head pressing against the throw pillows of the couch. Pulling at his hair, you pressed him closer to your body, his hot breath leaving you soaked. Simultaneously, his hands were yanking your shorts down alongside your panties.

"Fuck you, loser," you managed to say breathily. A small smirk played on your lips—pushing his buttons seems like fun for now. It was only fair after the way he teased you during the game.

Without warning, Chishiya pressed a nipple in between his teeth, grinding it slowly on the sharp enamel. You screamed out, immediately getting a slap on your outer thigh after.

He pinched and rolled at the neglected bud, digging his nails on purpose until you hissed. When both your nipples were burning from soreness, he diverted his attention to your neck. 

Licking a stripe from the base up to the bottom of your ear, he kissed and bit, littering purple marks all over. He found a particular spot that made you gasp louder, deciding to abuse it.

You whimpered under his harsh marking. He hadn't even touched your clit yet, but you knew there'd be a big wet spot on your panties by now. You rubbed your thighs together, seeking the tiniest bit of friction for some sense of relief. But Chishiya caught on quickly.

Halting his actions, he firmly grabbed both your thighs, holding your legs open. "You think I'm letting you off that easily? After hearing you bitch about fair play and act like a brat?"

He pulled your waist up until you were on your feet, turning you so that you faced the couch. You planted your arms on the cushion, arching your back for him. You had an inkling as to what he was planning-and honestly, you had hoped for it.

The way his palm connected with your ass left you gasping for breath. You jolted forward, your face almost colliding with the sofa backrest. Right after, you felt his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh. 

"Whiny slut," he hit the other cheek. "We both know I won."

The barrage of spanking didn't wear down, each slap harder than the other. Your pleas fell on deaf ears, Chishiya only getting harder at the sight of you so broken so quickly. Tears cascaded down your face, thighs shaking from how much your ass stung. When he finally relented, he pressed his clothed cock against you. The rough fabric of his shorts grinding against your tender flesh made you scream out. He reached over, taking the opportunity to hook to fingers into your open mouth. He pulled back, forcing your head to tilt upwards.

"'M sorry, 'm sorry!" you sobbed. "I'll be good, please."

The blond snorted, letting go of your mouth and stilling his hips. You whined pathetically—it hurt so much but you wanted him to keep going. You needed him to touch you.

As if reading your mind, Chishiya planted his fingers underneath your jaw, grabbing your neck from behind. His free hand brushed over your soaked folds, leaving the lightest of contact on your clit. "How are you going to be good hm? You gonna offer me something worthwhile?"

Despite his tight grip on your throat, you nodded frantically. You tried to grind back on his fingers, but every time you did, he'd immediately withdraw them. You pouted, voice desperate.

"I'll do anything you want."

"Anything?" Chishiya hummed, feigning surprise. "That's a generous offer."

He dipped a finger shallowly in you, scooping a portion of your wetness and spreading it over your clit. You moaned, biting your lip. You wanted more, but you knew he'd stop if you got too greedy.

He pressed his finger more forcefully over your bundle of nerves. "I've always wanted to fuck that loud mouth of yours. Gonna shut you up real good with my cock."

Without his prompting, you quickly kneeled on the floor in front of him. Your legs shook with each movement, both from the rawness of your ass and the desperation in your clit. You gushed harder when you realized you were naked in such a vulnerable position, while Chishiya towered over you still fully clothed.

He smirked at your compliance, turning your chin slightly from side to side. "You look so pretty like this."

You hung your mouth open, eager to take him. He pulled his shorts and briefs down, hard cock slapping against his stomach. You held your breath at the sight—it was long and thick, a pretty vein wrapping around leading up to the red tip. Chishiya chuckled at your awestruck expression, grabbing a fistful of your hair and bringing you closer. “Go ahead. Show me what you’ll do for me.”

Licking your lips, you took one last glance at his cock before meeting his eyes. You kissed the tip, brushing your tongue up and down his slit to lap up the pre-cum. He let out a sigh of approval, steadying himself by holding your hair—gentle caresses in contrast to his harsh words. He bucked his hips when he finally felt your lips wrap around him.

You sucked your cheeks in, struggling to accommodate his size. You placed a hand on the base, opting to stroke whatever you couldn’t fit instead. Tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, you started bobbing your head, saliva pooling in your mouth as you sucked him off. He wasn’t vocal but you knew he felt good through the way his breaths started to get heavy, or his fingers dug into your scalp more.

Slowly, you fell into a rhythm, managing to take him better. You twisted the hand holding his cock whenever you’d bury him in your mouth, using your other hand to trail down his thigh using your nails. During the whole process, you looked up at him with puppy eyes. He looked back with half-lidded eyes, the soft brown turning into almost pitch black. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face, landing on the expanse of his exposed chest. Seeing him fall apart like this was something you’d never want to miss.

As you were pulling away, he held your head more firmly, roughly sinking his entire cock down your throat. You let out a muffled squeal, throat spasming around the sudden intrusion. Tears pricked at your eyes, rolling down your cheeks. You lightly slapped his thigh, trying to signal for him to pull out. Surprisingly, he complied, but only until the tip was still in your mouth. He waited for you to compose yourself.

“Breathe through your nose. Tap me three times if you want to stop,” his voice softened although he maintained his firm grip. You nodded, taking a deep breath of air in preparation and planting your hands on his thighs.

Without wasting another moment, he snapped his hips towards you, fucking your mouth in a brutal pace. Though you struggled for stable breathing, the way he was using you made you drip even more. Your wetness was starting to slide down your thighs, and you wouldn’t be surprised if it had started to form a pool on the carpeted floor.

He groaned, feeling your throat tighten around him. You sneaked a hand down, fingers finding their way to your soaked cunt. You shuddered, giving yourself some relief when you rubbed tight circles on your clit. It took Chishiya a few more thrusts before noticing this, eyebrows furrowing in disapproval.

“Oh no you don’t.” 

Swiftly, he brought his hands back to the underside of your jaw, lifting your face up. All his wait was on the pads of his feet, hips flush against you until your nose was buried among the the trimmed hairs. You gagged, hands flying back to squeeze his thighs. He held you in place for a few more seconds before pulling out completely, a string of saliva connected from his tip to your lips.

You sputtered, hunching over and coughing. Drool was stuck to your chin and you were certain your hair was a mess. Chishiya towered over you, staring at you condescendingly.

“What made you think you can do that hm? Do you think that’s fair?” he mimicked your previous words. You didn’t answer, busy focusing on your breathing. He tsk’ed, lifting your head up by your hair. He took in your pathetic state, eyes glistening from the tears, cheeks sticky, and lips sore. “Do you think you deserve my cock after all that shit you’ve given me?”

You whimpered, biting your lip. You didn’t expect him to get this rough, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. Much to his amusement, you shook your head softly. He let go of your hair, holding your cheek gently instead. He leaned into his touch, sighing at the comfort it gave you.

“I can be forgiving when I want to, ___.” He brushed his thumb over a drying tear trail. “Are you going to be a good girl now?” 

You eagerly nodded, voiceless from the abuse your throat took. 

He smirked. “On the bed.”

You got on wobbly knees, scampering towards the soft mattress and cold sheets—they’ll warm up soon enough. You propped yourself up on your elbows, thighs opened slightly as an invitation. Chishiya took his time striding up to you, hooking a finger under your chin and giving you a soft peck on the lips. He deepened the kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth. He placed both arms on your sides, stabling himself on the bed. You moved in synch, one hand on his bicep while the other was on the back of his neck.

Unzipping his hoodie, you tugged it off, Chishiya helping you until the sight of his bare upper body greeted you. You pouted, which he immediately took notice of.

“What’s wrong?” 

“I didn’t get to mark you,” you whined, eyes scanning the blank skin of his neck and collarbones. He chuckled lightly. 

“Cheer up,” he plainly replied, handing you his hoodie. You looked at it quizically, raising an eyebrow at him. “I want you to wear it while you cum.”

“Oh,” you mumbled, cheeks flush. You took the jacket from him, sliding one arm in and then the other. The fabric was soft and light—no wonder why he never took it off. It smelled like minty soap and flowery detergent, and of course, that underlying scent that was distinctly Chishiya’s. A mix similar to old books and strawberries.

He beamed at you in contentment. He leaned over, placing a chaste kiss on the space in between your breasts. Leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach, he reached your crotch, licking his lips at the sight of your wet clit. “You made quite a mess here.”

He kissed your clit before running his tongue over it. You gasped, gripping the sheets tightly. He held your thigh open with one hand, making use of the other by inserting a finger in you. He lapped up your juices, the tip of his tongue teasing circled around your sensitive bud. At the same time, he easily slipped another finger in, curling both of them up and hitting your g-spot.

“Fuck!” you mewled. You grinded your hips against his tongue, feeling your orgasm quickly building up. Every part of your body felt so sensitive, mind going blank aside from the thought of wanting—needing—to cum.

Chishiya pulled his lips away for a moment but continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you. He hummed, lost in thought. “Three fingers huh?”

“W-what are you…” you panted, gritting your teeth when he hit the spongy spot again.

“You put down three fingers,” he stated not feeling the need to elaborate, but you knew what he was thinking based on his stupid smirk. He prodded your entrance with his ring finger, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“W-wait, I don’t know if I can—fuck!” You arched your back upward, full from all three fingers inside you. Your shut your eyes, mouth open in a silent moan. You were treading the line of pain and pleasure, head fuzzy from how everything felt a little bit too much. Chishiya caught on quick, pausing to make sure you could regain your composure. He pressed sloppy kisses on your thighs and hips, muttering praises.

“We can stop if you want,” he sincerely offered. You shook your head. Still unable to form words, you gave him a thumbs-up.

He started off slow, waiting patiently until you’ve adjusted. Thankfully, you were wet enough for him to easily slide his fingers in and out. It was starting to feel good again, pleasure taking over the initial sting. You spread your legs wider, allowing him to see more of your glistening folds.

“You okay?”

You hummed in response, already feeling like you’ve been fucked dumb. Shakily, you nudged his head towards your pussy, urging his mouth onto your clit again. He rolled his eyes teasingly, but gave in to your request.

He latched his mouth onto your clit again, tongue doing wonders. You gushed around his fingers, thighs shaking from how sensitive you were getting. A coil was tightening in your stomach, ready to snap at any moment.

Chishiya used his free hand to hold your waist down. He pressed his tongue firmly against you, running it up and down as he abused your g-spot, precisely angling each thrust to hit it. It wasn’t long before he had you spilling at the seams.

“Cumming, cumming!” you moaned wantonly, throwing your head back. It’s like you were submerged underwater, legs spasming as you were hit wave after wave of your orgasm. Chishiya slowed down his ministrations, allowing you to ride it out. When you’ve settled, he pulled his fingers away, making a show of licking them clean. 

He crawled up, propping his elbows on either side of your head. You tried to fight the way your eyelids would fall, lips slightly open. Your hair was sprawled messily on the sheets, the hood of his jacket crumpling under your head. Chishiya embedded this in his mind, his eagerness only growing at your fucked out state. “___?”

“Hmm?” your eyes drifted back to him, looking slightly more focused now.

“Are you okay?” he pressed a light kiss on your neck.

“Mhhmm…” you hummed, hooking a leg over his waist.

“Are you sure?” Chishiya furrowed his eyebrows in worry.

“Fuck me,” you groaned, grinding upwards on his cock. You whispered, “Loser.”

“Brat,” Chishiya smirked, trying to conceal his relief. For a second there, he thought you would have passed out. Reaching towards the nightstand, he dug around one of the drawers until he found the packet he was looking for. Kuina had slipped this in his room once during one of her speeches—mainly about finally making a move on you. He didn’t think it would ever come to use, but hey, he was grateful for it. He aligned himself with your entrance. With one swift movement, he bottomed out. Groaning through gritted teeth, he threw his head back. Your cum and wetness lubed him up so well, your soft walls clamping tightly on his cock.

He was already pent up from when you blew him, and he knew he wasn’t going to last for long. He focused on finding your spot again, kissing it with the top of his cock over and over again. A string of curses left your lips, your arms reaching up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, hot breaths on your skin. You could feel him tensing up.

“So good, Chishi,” you sobbed. “You fill me up so well.”

“Fuck,” he hissed. He straightened up, hooking your legs on his shoulders, thighs pressed on his torso. He wrapped his arms around your legs, using them as leverage. You squeezed around him, helping to draw his orgasm out. His hips stuttered, thrusts becoming sloppy. He couldn’t get enough of your warmth, carnal desire overtaking his mind. He could feel you getting closer as well, ripping your second orgasm out when pressed fast, tight circles on your clit.

The sound of skin slapping on skin mixed with your moans echoed throughout the empty room, followed by a loud groan Chishiya could no longer hold back. His hips were flush against you, cock fully buried in your drenched pussy. Thick, white spurts filled the condom. Chishiya rode his orgasm out with shallow thrusts before stilling inside you. He huffed, trying to maintain his composure despite shaky breaths.

He gently laid your legs down, plopping himself next to you. Your chests rose up and down, slowly coming down from both your highs. You turned your head, facing him. His eyes were closed, stray hairs framing his face.

“I would have put four fingers down,” Chishiya mumbled, sensing your gaze on him. His words puzzled you, when you suddenly remembered Kuina’s last question—have you ever been in love?