WARNING: mentions of blowjobs, deepthroating, free-use, creampies, manhandling, fantasizing, kuroo is kinda a perv!, shy reader, college au.
a/n: msorry this is so short!! the request was kinda vague so i tried to put together what i could! it’s mainly kuroo’s thoughts for the nsfw part, but i think it’s still okay!
Dorm life is not your forté. Sure, you haven’t experienced it yet, but you can just tell it’s going to lead to your forthcoming demise. Exhibit A, it’s two in the morning and you’re only just now moving in after orientation. It’s late, the sun had set hours ago and it was time for the moon to occupy the sky. It’s your saving grace from the darkness of the hall, yellow light illuminating off the walls from just one small lamp by the communal mailboxes. You didn’t expect anyone to be awake, especially since you were particularly tired yourself. Your aching body pops with tension as you stretch your arms, lifting them above your head as your shirt rides up and exposes just a hint of your lower abdomen. Just a few more boxes to go.
You’re ready to curl up in bed, away from any prying eyes and fellow students. Starting during the second semester wasn’t a very smart move, everyone knew each other already, and you’d have ten times more issues trying to make friends when groups were already established. Who knew the type of people you’d be sharing a place with. You sigh, a quiet huff through protruding cheeks, and begin dragging a particularly heavy box inside your room.
“Hey! Be careful,” There’s a gruff voice behind you, raspy from either overuse or lack thereof, but fried from sleep nonetheless. You freeze, body stiffening as your back collides with the person behind you, much more solid than you’d originally thought they’d be. But you push through it, already embarrassed and body ablaze from the rocky first meeting. They let you step through, covering their ears dramatically at the sound of heavy cardboard scraping against the hardwood flooring. “What’s your deal?!”
Ah. It’s a man behind you, no older than you, who stands tall with long, lean limbs. His hair is dark, barely even brown, swooped up with what you assume is copious amounts of gel, save for a few tufts of hair that rest along his right eye. In the dark lighting you can’t exactly make out all his features, but you can tell his facial structure is nice, with the way the moonlight peeking through the blinds cups his cheeks.
His footsteps pound against the floor as he turns to walk around you and the box, hunched over to pick it up himself— save the headache. Apologies bubble in your throat, threatening to spill off your tongue, but despite his words he doesn’t seem all that bothered. Your arms fall to your sides, head bowed as he carries the box somewhere with the others. Should you introduce yourself?
“Sorry…” You start, voice quiet and reserved. You can’t tell if he heard you, but you continue anyway, fighting the urge to find the nearest closed off room and hide. “I didn’t… They said no one would be here today.”
You can hardly see him, just a silhouette of a man, but it makes a movement as if he’s scratching his chin. Maybe you said something wrong.
“Oh,” Is all he says, and you can imagine his lips curling into a small ‘o’ along with it. He really should listen more. In fact, the front door features a calendar with this very day circled, written in messy handwriting ‘roommate move-in.’ “Kenma said something about that. I’m Kuroo, just housesitting!”
So he’s..not your roommate, then? There’s a beat of silence before he flickers on the lights, bright and harsh against your unadjusted survey. Your face is distorted cutely, eyes squinting and eyebrows furrowed as you blink around the room, taking in its appearance. It’s minimalistic, not much besides two beds, video game consoles, and freshly organized wires. You assume the other door by the right of the room leads to the bathroom. You look back at the man, finally adjusted, with hesitance.
He’s staring at you, hazel upturned eyes narrowed like a cat. A shiver runs down your spine, ice cold and painfully obvious as you nervously shift your weight from one foot to the other, shrinking under his gaze. He seems to soften at that, manually widening his eyes so he appears less intimidating. Despite it all, though, he’s cute. With a strong jaw and straight eyelashes, a soft yet handsome and defined face. It’s only then you notice his clothing— or, lack thereof. His boxers are striped, black and red, and that’s about it. You shuffle awkwardly, biting your tongue.
“Well! This place is gonna be real quiet,” He jokes to himself, lips curling upward as he tears his gaze away from your handsome face. Between you and Kenma, he’s sure there won’t be much conversation. You’re not exactly blunt, though. Maybe a ball of nervousness, but not blunt, from what he can see.“You’re a lot cuter than I thought.”
“You too.” Your response is immediate, but the wide eyed expression on your face makes him think you didn’t actually mean to say it. You’re really soft spoken, too. If anything else was going on he surely would’ve missed it. Kuroo feels himself smile.
“Oya? Did you think I was ugly?” He strikes a childish pose, resting his face in his palms as he bats his long eyelashes in your direction. He relishes the sound of your laughter, just as quiet as your voice. He wonders how loud you can get.
He watches you shake your head in response, a genuine smile gracing your face as you pick up the last of your things— blankets and pillows—and carry them over to your assigned bed. His eyes never leave you, glued to your face as you place sheets on your bed and fluff your pillows. You look so easy to move, he could just flip you over and do it for you, hold onto your waist and lift you up like you’re a feather. Pretty, too.
Kuroo clears his throat, dropping his arms to discreetly cover his erection. At this rate he’ll have to tuck his dick in his waistband.
He imagines pushing you down onto your knees, pretty mouth open wide enough for him to rest his cock on your pink tongue, loud slaps echoing through the room. The wet squelch of his precum frothing on your tongue, the head of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth at random moments, just so he can hear you gag and choke on his cock.
He imagines a particularly sharp thrust down your throat, watching it bulge and contract around his dick until you can’t breathe. But even then, you’d hold onto the back of his thighs, try to push him deeper while you cry over not being able to take him deeper.
He imagines burying your face in his pubes, watching your teary eyes roll back when he finally fits himself down your throat, cock twitching as your ruined face presses against his hip. That would be enough for him, your pretty, fucked-out face looking back up at him as your throat makes humiliating noises around his shaft.
He imagines cumming down your throat, guiding himself out when it’s apparent you might black out, watching you catch your breath with loud, rushed pants. He’d cup your face, tapping it gently so you look up at him, forcing you to follow his slow breaths, chest expanding with ease. He’d call you his good boy, slapping his dick against your cheek.
He imagines lifting you up by the soft skin of your throat, watching you stumble over your own feet and lean into him for stability. Your eyes would be glassy, glazed over as you beg him for something, anything. Any type of release, any touch to your pretty body. You’d beg so pretty, soft voice suddenly loud and high pitched as you bounce where you stand, whining out, “Ple—ase, Tets!”
He imagines slutting you out, turning you into a shameless whore while he slides back into you for the third time that day. He wonders if you’d hide your face, closing your legs and whining about the intrusion just to have them parted again, Kuroo’s much stronger, bigger hands digging into the plush of your thighs to inspect your sopping hole. That just wouldn’t do, he’d pull your hands away from your face, holding your jaw between his fingers so you can watch his cock sink into you again and again, cum cascading down your thighs and dripping onto the floor.
He imagines making you beg for it, your entire body tense as he fucks into you, holds you open with his hands to watch his cock get swallowed by your velvety walls. You’re so shy, so quiet and timid. So he imagines your squeals, your mind too far gone after hitting your sweet spots over and over and over. You’d be his sexdoll, pliant and moldable in his hands as he bounces you on and off his cock, even feeding his leaking cum back to you. He wants to smear it over your lips and have you wear it like lipgloss—
Your mattress squeaks, loud enough to snap the business major out of his thoughts, and he finds you shyly sitting crisscross on your bed. Your head is tilted, sweet like a puppy as you blink up at him, voice barely above a whisper.
“Uhm, Kuroo…? Are you okay?”
“Right, right!” Kuroo nods, glad the patch of precum pooling in his boxers is covered by the deep shade of fabric. He bounces on his heels, stiffly shuffling further toward the bathroom as he speaks. “There’s a place opening up on campus that sells really good fish. We should go sometime! Get to know each other, right?”
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A lot of people are asking for another Ito Yuki fic, and you mentioned you don't have any ideas. This isn't really a request, rather a suggestion...
Is Ito Yuki the jealous type? If he is...
So male reader is known as a player, right?. And basically, the idea is that his past conquests confront him, "why do I still see you with Ito Yuki when it's been more than a week?" And all that was happening. People also happen to continually confess to reader... This kinda builds up and leads to jealous sex, I guess? Oh, and you mentioned Ito Yuki also getting confessions, so maybe reader gets jealous, or Ito Yuki is trying to get reader jealous...
Idk, all this revolves around jealousy lol
It's all up to you-
Sorry if this isn't appealing in any way to you, just ignore me!
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warning › This is an OC. His first post. Reader last name is Yoshida. Slut shamming. Homophobia. Decided to make jealousy more angsty/sad
plot › It’s been a month since you’ve been dating Ito Yuki, it’s great but you soon find out everyone in school isn’t exactly happy about that.
“You’re joking. No way in hell you’re no longer single!”
You smiled smugly, puffing out your chest.
That’s right, you, resident playboy, was officially taken. Your friends, Sana and Ryun stared at you for a moment before they began to laugh. You frowned as they continued laughing, obviously not believing you.
“It’s true!” You whined, pouting your lips. “It—Yuki even said he’s been into me since our freshman year!”
“Why would he be into you?” Ryun asked, wiping at a stray tear from his face. It couldn’t be that funny!
Sana sighed, rubbing at her chest. “Yeah, no offense, Yoshida-Kun, but you aren’t exactly relationship material!”
“I can be relationship material.” You muttered, mainly to yourself. Usually you never felt attacked by Ryun and Sana’s words but this time you couldn’t help feeling oddly offended.
Were you really not relationship material?
A knock on the door caused you to turn your attention to the front of the classroom. Everyone in the classroom got ready to sit as the teacher began to start the lesson.
But you couldn’t pay attention. Well it’s not like you ever do.
All you could think about was Sana and Ryun’s words.
When it was finally lunch, you shot up from your desk, startling Ryun and Sana. You grabbed your bento box and sent them a playful wink.
“I got a date! Enjoy lunch without me, losers!” You teased, rushing out of the classroom. Your feet pattered against the ground as you practically dodged every student who got in your way.
A wide grin spread on your lips when you came face to face with your date: Ito Yuki. He was standing by the stairs, looking down at his phone when he heard your loud footsteps.
He glanced up to see you sprinting to him with the widest smile ever. Your cheeks hurt as you waved excitedly. Yuki only lifted his hand slightly to wave before you skid to a stop right in front of him. Well, tried to. It was hard to stop on recently mopped floors.
“Watch out!” You cried out, anyone in your path quickly moving to the side.
Just as you were ready to tumble down the stairs, Yuki easily caught you by the collar of your sweater. You let out a sigh of relief as he tugged you back up. Yuki raised an eyebrow as you gave him a thankful grin.
“Aw~ You saved me!” You giggled, teasingly poking his cheek. To anyone else, Yuki must’ve looked annoyed but for the whole month you two have been dating, you could see the slight smile on his lips.
“You can’t run in the halls,” he said, spoken like a true student council president. You only gave him an apologetic smile. You’d run in the halls again.
“Rooftop?”
“Mhm.”
You grabbed Yuki’s wrist and began tugging him up the stairs to the rooftop. He followed right behind you, occasionally telling you to slow down or you’d trip. The rooftop wasn’t empty with a few other students eating there but you didn’t care.
As you glanced around, trying to decide a perfect spot, Yuki subtly grasped your hand. You looked over as he guided you to a more secluded area. It was on the side of the entrance. Everyone else sat more to the middle of the rooftop.
You plopped down onto the ground as Yuki knelt down beside you. The two of you didn’t say anything for the first few minutes as you ate in silence.
With anyone else, you would’ve felt odd.
But with Yuki, sitting in silence was calming.
“Ah.” You hummed, swallowing a big bite you took of your onigiri. “What do you want to do when we reach our six month anniversary?”
“Hm. I’ll think about it.” Yuki said, reaching over to wipe something off your cheek. “You eat like a child. How did you get some people to sleep with you.”
You grinned, using your free hand to tug down your sweater to show off your collarbone. “With my sexy looks~”
“Cover up or I’ll fuck you right here.”
“Yuki!” You blushed. It was hard getting used to the fact Yuki was more perverted than he let on. You’d think being a playboy would meant you’d have a higher sex drive but it honestly felt like Yuki was insatiable.
“The school festival is in four days. What is your class doing?” Yuki asked, changing the subject. You fixed your sweater before stealing an egg roll from Yuki’s bento box. He only smacked your hand away when you tried to reach for another one.
“We’re doing a monster themed cafe! I’m going to be a werewolf barista.” You said, grinning.
“Will you wear a maid outfit?”
“Pervert… No. I’m a barista! I’ll be in pants.”
Yuki looked disappointed. You only shook your head. The two of you continued eating lunch talking about random things before the warning bell rang. You mentioned skipping to Yuki and he practically stared at you as if you said you wanted to kill his mother.
When you two walked downstairs, you were about to walk away to your classroom when Yuki gripped your arm. You hummed, looking back to ask what was wrong when lips pressed against yours.
Your eyes widen as you stared at him, unable to kiss back. He pulled away and his usual slight smile pulled on his lips.
“Wait for me by the school gate after classes. I’ll walk you home.” He said.
“Don’t you…”
“I’ll skip.”
You watched as he walked away, entering his classroom. You would’ve stayed standing there until the bell rang again. That was your cue to quickly get to class.
Though you only thought about Yuki the entire time. You two weren’t exactly hiding your relationship but Yuki was heavily against public affection and you weren’t going to push it. The most he did was hold your hand.
That was the first time he ever kissed you in public, even if the hallway was empty when he did. The fact he did made you giddy.
To think you were missing out on the little things by only being with people for just a week.
You had previously feared you’d get tired of Yuki but you didn’t want to leave him at all.
Ito Yuki had your heart at this point.
You absentmindedly doodled little hearts on your workbook, not noticing sharp eyes watching you.
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“Hey, ready to walk home?” Ryun asked.
You shook your head, a giddy smile on your face as you clutched your school bag close to your chest. “No can do! I’m going home with Yuki. See ya!” You didn’t wait for him or Sana to answer, rushing out of the classroom.
There was a pep in your step as you changed your school shoes to your sneakers, humming to yourself. You closed the shoe locker shut, turning around only to gasp to see someone behind you.
“Holy!!! Katori..?” You whispered, staring at the boy in shock. A nervous smile pulled on your lips as you bowed your head in a polite greeting.
Katori was one of your former dates. It lasted the usual week back in your second year. Though it had gotten a bit awkward when he ended up being in your class this year. Always so awkward when that unfortunately happened.
He was handsome, that’s why you had sought him out. Tanned skin from playing baseball. An average height of 175 cm (nothing compared to Yuki’s 183 cm). Spiky black hair and sharp eyes.
You and Katori haven’t exactly talked. Well you usually never talked to any of your past dates. Too awkward. Katori’s face looked slightly angry? His eyebrows were furrowed while his jaw was clenched.
“Are you okay…?” You asked, tilting your head.
“I saw you with Ito Yuki.” Was all he said, his gaze narrowed in on you.
“Really?” You muttered, confusion written on your face. “What—?”
“—He kissed you. It’s been over a month since you asked him out.”
“You saw that?”
“It was out in the open.” Katori looked at you as if you were an idiot. “Besides that, why are you and Ito still together? Didn’t you tell me you don’t date?”
You frowned. “What? Why does that matter now? I told you that last year. I can change.”
The sound of banging caused your body to freeze up as Katori slammed his fist against the shoe lockers behind you. You stared at him with wide eyes, feeling the remaining students look at the outburst in shock.
“Someone like you changing? Listen here, I don’t know if you know this, but Ito is a friend of mine. I don’t want you leading him on when all you’ve ever been was the school’s resident slut, got it?”
A friend? Yuki was friends with Katori? You never noticed. You were a bit self-centered at times but Yuki never really mentioned his friends to you. Ryun and Sana had other friends that you don’t remember the faces of.
“Resident slut..?” You whispered. You knew your reputation wasn’t exactly the best but was that what everyone thought of you? The fact no one was even helping, just staring at you was telling enough.
Did even Sana and Ryun feel that way about you?
“Katori.” A voice called out, catching everyone’s attention. Everyone looked over to see Yuki walking over. You could see Sana and Ryun right behind him, a shocked look on their faces.
You almost felt embarrassed.
Katori pulled away from you. “Ito—”
“—Just because schools over doesn’t mean you can’t get in trouble for fighting.” Yuki said, moving to stand in front of you. A thankful sigh left you as you felt safe with Yuki acting like a barrier.
“Seriously?” Katori rolled his eyes. “Are you dating him, Ito?”
“Yes.” Gasps rung through the students. You couldn’t help but grin. Yuki didn’t even hesitate.
“I never thought you’d fall for his nonsense. Sleeping around with everyone in the school, he probably has diseases by now.” Katori shook his head. A few snickers were heard. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment as you stared down at your sneakers.
“Yet you slept with him during your second year, having known his reputation. I’m not childish enough to care.”
Katori looked up at Yuki in shock. “Are you—? Are you seriously defending him?”
“He’s my boyfriend. You were my friend.” Yuki reached behind himself and grabbed your hand, tugging you forward. He reached down and kissed your forehead. “Mind your own business next time, Katori-San.”
With that, Yuki opened his shoe locker and changed into his outdoor shoes. He didn’t even spare anyone else a glance as he dragged you out the school’s front door. It took a moment before you began to keep up with his brisk pace.
The walk home was silent but somehow still comfortable.
It wasn’t until you were only a minute away from your home that Yuki finally said something.
“Are you okay? I’m sorry he embarrassed you.”
You hummed. “It’s okay… I’m guessing he saw you kiss me in the hallway. I hope I don’t bring down your reputation.”
“I don’t care about my reputation if it comes with the cost of hurting you.”
Your eyes widen as you glanced up at Yuki, your cheeks feeling warm. Yuki was staring straight ahead, his hand tightening its’ grip on yours.
The rest of the walk home was quiet—you couldn’t say anything. You reached your house just a second later. Just before you walked inside, you leaned on your toes to press a kiss on Yuki’s lips before rushing inside.
It felt as if your heart was beating out of your chest after kissing him. You felt happy.
But despite his reassurance, you couldn’t help but think about what happened earlier.
Did.. everyone really view you with such disgust..?
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The school festival was in two days. Your class was excitedly getting ready for the monster themed cafe. You were helping a classmate pick out what sweets he should get to sell when Sana tapped you on the shoulder.
You excused yourself, following her out of the classroom. Ryun was standing there as well, a frown on his face. This couldn’t be good.
You three haven’t exactly been on talking terms.
It was childish to not talk it out with them but you weren’t exactly in the mood. Or at the very least you wanted some time to gather your thoughts before bringing it up to them.
Looks like you’d get your chance.
“You’ve been avoiding us.” Sana said bluntly, crossing her arms across her chest. “What gives?”
“Yeah, are you embarrassed about what happened on Monday with Katori? It’s nothing new.” Ryun sighed. Sana quickly glared at him as you tilted your head.
“Nothing new..? What do you mean?”
Sana shook her head. “People have been talking behind your back since second year.” She admitted. “No one has ever said it out loud to your face before though.”
“You guys knew and didn’t tell me?”
Ryun shrugged. “It wasn’t like it was rumors. It was only things that were true. Besides, Sana and I always tease you about being a slut anyway.”
Your jaw clenched as you glared at them. “You two are my friends! They are strangers! You were really allowing them to say those things without defending me?”
“What would we say, Yoshida?” Sana asked. “You were sleeping around and everyone was curious to how you somehow hadn’t had any STDs.”
“I practice safe sex!” You whisper-yelled, not wanting to attract a crowd. “Did you not think that it would hurt my feelings to learn that almost everyone in this school had a problem with me?”
“Well what did you expect?!” Ryun suddenly cut in. “You’re a playboy, how is everyone supposed to think about you? Sleeping with a new person each week since first year is insane, Yoshida!”
“Is that really the only reason you haven’t been talking to us?” Sana asked. “Because Katori hurt your feelings?”
“Hurt—? I’d like you to be able to be called a slut in front of everyone else and just bounce back with ease!” You didn’t notice a few of your classmates beginning to pay attention to the little spat in the hallway. “You’re my friends, I shouldn’t have to explain that to you!”
“Are we really your friends? Because you won’t even allow us to call you by your first name. But Ito Yuki can after only talking to you for a month. What’s with that, huh?” Ryun spat out, inching close to you.
You frowned. “I told you before! Hearing my first name is weird! Not even my parents call me by my first name. I only recently started getting used to hearing it because of Yuki.”
“It’s like you’re ditching us for your new plaything.” Sana sighed, shaking her head. “What? Is he that good in bed? We’ve always been there for you, what happened, huh? Did sleeping around cause your brain to turn into jelly?”
“I doubt your relationship with him will last long,” Ryun cut in. “You’ll get bored soon and find a new shiny tool. You told us before, sticking with the same person gets boring. A slut like you needs new engagement all the time.
“Will you really cling so hardly on Ito when even he can drop you at any time? He has girls always chasing after him. Who’s to say he won’t get uncomfortable about how everyone talks about you?”
Sana nodded. “It was getting hard being your friend. The rumors were beginning to spread onto us. Sluts hang out together, that’s what they were saying. Ito Yuki is too good for you, do you really want to drag him down with you like you dragged us down?”
You stared at Sana and Ryun in shock, their words beginning to tune out. It felt like a tsunami had passed through you. Was this how they fault all this time? When they were joking around with you—was it how they truly felt this entire time?
It was too much. Your eyes flickered over to your classroom door to see your classmates staring at you. Katori there as well, staring at you with a wide smirk. You looked down at your shoes, your breathing getting heavy.
“Oi!” A voice suddenly yelled, catching everyone’s attention. The classmate you were speaking to earlier about what sweets to buy was suddenly standing in front of you.
He glared at Sana and Ryun before turning his attention over to your nosy classmates. “Mind your own business!! You guys haven’t finished decorating!” He yelled. The students quickly rushed back into the classroom.
Sana blinked. “Suzuki-San?”
Suzuki looked back over at you three. “If you wanted to have a private conversation with Yoshida, you shouldn’t have done it in the fucking hallway! Scram, I gotta talk to Yoshida about actual important stuff, like our school festival that is on Friday!” He glared at them before they reluctantly walked back into the classroom.
You kept your gaze down as Suzuki patted you on the back.
“Thanks.” You muttered.
“It was nothing. Living in a small town makes them hungry for any sort of drama,” Suzuki laughed. “You’re the only interesting person in this whole school.”
Your gaze flicked up to Suzuki as you stared at his face. “Have I…?”
“No, no! I’m straight.”
“Oh. Why did you defend me?”
“What you do in the bedroom is none of my business. Besides, you wouldn’t be a playboy if no one took you up on your offers.” Suzuki gave you a smile. “Everyone who got with you knew who you were. I’ve seen people that slept with you even call you a slut. I think they’re just jealous you never wanted to date them.”
“Jealous?”
“Mhm. At first it was only a few people who constantly talked behind your back but ever since you and Ito-San started dating it’s gotten worse. A few of your exes are jealous they didn’t get to ‘tame’ you.”
“Tame?!” You gasped, the stray tears in your eyes being blinked away.
“Yeah.” Suzuki hummed. “Some people that slept with you had the goal of becoming your partner. I always wanted to tell you but I had no proof, only word of mouth. Add in with that it’s Ito Yuki, student council president who had a recent ‘glow-up’ in the eyes of the girls, everyone has a reason to be mad.”
You were shocked for the most part. People wanted to tame you? Gross. You shook your head at the thought. But your worst fear was true. Yuki’s reputation was being dragged down because of you.
“Have they been talking bad about Yuki?”
“Mhm. Especially Katori after Ito’s fight with him. Mainly people waiting until you give him a STD or you cheat on him. A few girls are upset that he’s gay, saying that you turned him… Whatever that means.”
Great. Absolutely great. You had knew that Yuki still got confessed to before he made it public that you were dating. Those girls never gave up even when Yuki turned them without a second thought. It wasn’t like you thought he’d cheat on you.
It was more so that maybe of those girls would be better for him.
“Thanks, Suzuki.” You whispered, wanting to just lay down.
“It’s nothing. I couldn’t be a bystander anymore.” Suzuki admitted. “You should get some water, I’ll tell the teacher when she comes back.”
You hummed and walked away, ready to chug some water from the water fountain. As you walked past some classrooms, you skid to stop in front of Yuki’s classroom.
You were curious to what they were doing for the school fair when you noticed some giggling. Your eyes landed in on a girl walking up to Yuki with a shy smile on her face. She was clutching a note to her chest as her friends practically pushed her to Yuki.
The girl would’ve fell had Yuki not caught her. He helped her to her feet and was about to turn his attention back to the board when she tugged on his sleeves. You could only watch as the other students began to coo and giggle, watching the girl get ready to confess.
You wanted to stop it but your feet felt glued to the ground. The girls friends began chanting “confess” over and over again before the girl finally blurted out her confession.
She was cute, typical girl next door. The boys beside Yuki began to cheer Yuki on, patting him on the back. Did.. Did they not know you were his fucking boyfriend? That Ito Yuki had a boyfriend?
Someone said something that you couldn’t hear properly. A few whispers ensue. You strained to hear them properly.
“Well, it’s not like Yoshida is known for staying with his partners for long.”
“Yeah, he’s probably just using Ito-Kun anyway.”
“Yoshida is so disgusting,” one of her friends laughed. “Why wouldn’t someone want Kaede-Chan! She isn’t infested with 1,000 STDs! Right, Ito-San?”
“Uhm, Ito-Kun… Are you really in love with Yoshida..?” Kaede whispered, her doe eyes staring up at Yuki. “I’ve had a crush on you since first year, I doubt Yoshida has liked you as long as I have. He probably doesn’t even know you like—”
You couldn’t hear anymore. You sprinted away.
Tears were streaming down your face as you ran up the stairs to the rooftop. You just wanted this cruel day to end. To think all these three years your school has viewed you as parasite the entire time. Your own friends was getting tired being your friend.
And you might lose your boyfriend to a girl that was better for him in the eye of the school hierarchy.
You bursted through the rooftop door and crashed into the walled fence. Your fingers gripped at it as you rest your forehead against the cool metal. Heavy hiccups left you as you tried to calm down.
Maybe if you had been normal.
If only you weren’t a playboy.
No matter, you’d set Ito Yuki free.
Even if you didn’t want to.
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You clutched your school bag to your chest as you stood by the school gate. It had been two hours after school, you were waiting for Yuki to finish with his council president duties. He had texted you to go home but you hadn’t responded.
This needed to end.
“(Name)-Chan?”
Your heart fluttered as you looked back to see Yuki. He had his usual slight grin as he walked over to you. But it quickly dropped when he took in your puffy red eyes.
“What happened?” He asked, his hand reaching out to touch you but you quickly stepped away. His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at you. “Are you okay?”
You only nodded. “Yeah, I just. Uhm. We should break up.”
It was silent before Yuki let out a laugh. “Funny. What really happened?”
“No. We should break up.” You said louder, standing up straight.
Yuki’s fox like eyes narrowed as he stepped closer. “What the hell are talking about? You want to break up?”
“Yea, we aren’t compatible. We don’t even really know each other.”
“We were getting to know each other. Don’t give me bullshit reasons.”
“We just shouldn’t be together!”
“Why?!”
“Because I’m the school’s resident slut and you deserve someone like Kaede!” You yelled, feeling your eyes water as you quickly looked away. “Besides I’m… I’m bored. I’m used to having a new partner each week! I can’t.. I can’t stay with one guy.”
“Kaede—? Did you see the confession? I rejected her.”
“I knew you would…”
“Then what? You think that I really believe you can’t stay faithful? Who’s been feeding this bullshit to you?”
“It’s true! I’ve practically fucked everyone in this damn school, you were just another week. I.. I even talked about how virgins are the best partners!”
You looked back at Yuki, wanting to get this over with. But to your shock, Yuki almost looked hurt at your words. Fuck, you couldn’t just break things off easily, could you? You mentally cursed yourself for telling that when a grin pulled on Yuki’s lips.
It wasn’t a grin that reached his eyes.
“You act like I don’t know what type of person you were before I said yes. I even knew your fucking catchphrase! You think I didn’t know what you usually liked in a partner? Yoshida (Name), I’ve liked you since our first year, I only ever wanted you. I don’t care what everyone else thinks.”
You looked away, shaking your head. “We wouldn’t last anyway! I’m not the type of partner you would want to bring to your parents! I’m known as a slut by every student in this school, who’s to say no one else knows?! We’re not that big of a town!”
“(Name)…”
“Just let me break up with you before I drag you down with me.”
“You’re so childish.”
You bristled, biting your lip. “Whatever. We’re over.” You quickly walked away, not looking back even as Yuki called your name.
This was for the best, even if you didn’t want it to be.
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“Who pissed in your cereal?”
You glanced up from your pillow to see your mother staring at you with a bowl of noodles. She gently placed them on your desk and sat down on the chair, turning it to face you.
“What happened, Plum? You look miserable.”
You only whimpered, shaking your head. “I found out… that I’m the school’s resident slut..”
A slight laugh left your mother. “So? So was I.”
Your eyes widen. “What?”
“Mhm. I slept with almost every boy in my grade level. They were pretty bad for the most part. I didn’t stop until I met your dad in college.” Your mom said, sighing at the mention of your father. “A hunk. Great in bed—ah well you don’t need to know that.
“Wait, have they been bullying you? Do I need to visit the school?!” She asked, a frown on her face.
“No. That would be even more embarrassing.”
She sighed. “If you say so. But that can’t be the only reason.”
“I found out Sana and Ryun were spreading the rumors behind my back.”
“Excuse me?” A look of anger spread on her face as her upper lip turned up into a snarl. “I need to get their keys back. How dare they hurt my baby behind his back! Did anything else happen?!”
“I broke up with my boyfriend to protect his reputation.”
“Well that’s a bit dumb.”
You frowned, looking over at her. “What do you mean?”
“What I said. That’s dumb. Who cares about high school reputation? Was your boyfriend bothered by you being called the school’s slut?”
“No…”
“Then what makes you the one who gets to decide that the relationship ends?”
“I…”
Your mother gave you a smile. “You tried to do the right thing even if it was a bit silly. If your boyfriend wasn’t bothered by it, you can’t just decide he was. What it really was is that you were probably jealous or even scared that he would think he could do better than you. So you wanted to end it before he could hurt you.”
Why did your mother have to be so smart?
She got up and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. “Try to make up with him, if he was really upset about the breakup, he’d want you back quickly.” With that, she left the room, letting you wallow in your thoughts.
Maybe you really did screw up.
Shit, would Yuki even forgive you if you came crawling back?
You groaned. You just wanted to sleep.
If only you just talked it out with him.
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“Sorry, this is all we have. Someone forgot to buy fake hair.”
Suzuki helped you tied the fluffy tail to your waist. You slipped on the headband with furry ears as you glanced at the mirror. It was the school festival. You were dressed as the werewolf barista though you looked more like a dog. You wore a white button up with black slacks.
You glanced over at Suzuki to see him dressed as a vampire. He was dressed similar to you but with fake fangs and a bit of blood on his face.
“It’s so hard to talk with these fangs.” Suzuki groaned, slipping them back on. You only grinned as you placed the food on the table. Your eyes glanced around the classroom that was turned into a spooky cafe. Everyone was dressed up as some sort of monster.
You didn’t pay any mind to Sana and Ryun, not wanting to talk to them. They also made no effort to speak to you. Your mom really did get the spare keys she gave them back, basically banning them from your house.
It still hurt, realizing you lost two childhood friends.
Though you technically gained Suzuki. He was cool and didn’t talk badly about you behind your back.
Small victories.
The festival finally began at 5:00 pm. Everyone in town was welcomed. At first your class’s cafe wasn’t gaining much attention. Suzuki looked a bit worried so you tried to come up with an idea.
You walked out of the classroom, looking at the groups of people attending the other classes. As someone passed by you grabbed their arm. The person was a girl, one of your past dates, Kazuha.
Kazuha flinched, probably shocked before she saw it was just you who grabbed her. She grinned. “Yoshida-Kun! Ah you look so cute! Lemme take a picture.” She pulled out her camera and quickly snapped a couple of pictures before you could even attempt to pose.
You forgot she was apart of the photography club.
“Anyway, what’s up?” She asked, giving you a kind smile.
“Ah, my classes cafe isn’t gaining enough of attention… Could you help us gain some traction? I don’t know what to do.”
Kazuha hummed, nodding her head. “Lucky for you, I still find you cute.” She teased. “Leave it to me, Yoshi!” With that, she sprinted off before you could even ask what her plan was.
She was only gone for a few minutes before coming back with a pep in her step. “Guess what?”
“What?”
“You’ll be kissing whoever spends over five dollars at the cafe! Just a kiss on the cheek, don’t worry.” She said, a smug smile on her face.
You almost complained that you were taken before remembering that no, you weren’t. “I doubt anyone would be that interested in kissing me.” You said, frowning.
Turns out you were wrong.
It didn’t take long before a group of students came over, looked to be the volleyball team. They practically bought everything. Suzuki had to tell a classmate to bring out the extra food they had stored.
“Can we also take a picture?” One of the boys said, a shy smile on his face. You only mutely nodded, taking a few selfies with them. There wasn’t anyone on the volleyball team you had dated, they were mostly filled with first years.
You gave each boy a quick peck on the cheeks, every single one practically giggling excitedly when you pulled away. After they left, a group of girls came in. They quickly bought some food before rushing over to you.
“You’re so cute! Can I take a picture instead of the kiss??”
“You should be an idol! So cute.”
“Ah, thanks.” You blushed, taking a quick selfie with each girl. “Are you…?”
“We’re first years!” One girl answered. “I heard so many weird rumors about you but you’re so shy in person!” She said, giggling.
“I’ve only heard third years talk bad about you.”
“Ah, right! So homophobic too,” the one with bangs rolled her eyes. “Don’t let them bother you. They’re just jealous you’re cute. Are you supposed to be a dog?”
“A werewolf.”
“Well it’s a good attempt!”
“Ahah, thanks. Please recommends us to any friends!”
It seemed like first years either didn’t care or possibly didn’t know about your reputation. It made sense, you didn’t attempt to sleep with any first years. You mainly stuck to people in your year, only a few second years ever got the chance with you.
Well that was good, only third years hate you.
A few more people came in after. Again, mostly first and second years. The food was almost out before it even reached 7 pm.
“Everyone’s going to be kissing your feet after this,” Suzuki grinned. “We would’ve been screwed without you.”
Kazuha hummed, “and without me! I was the one who came up with the plan.”
“Why are you even here? Don’t you have your own class to bother?” Suzuki rolled his eyes while Kazuha just sent a smug grin.
“I’m mainly surprised people really wanted a kiss from me.”
“Well you are attractive.” Suzuki said bluntly. “In my personal opinion, you’re the school’s heartthrob, not Ito Yuki.”
Kazuha nodded in agreement. “I mean, it wasn’t like you ever ran out of people to date.”
“Mhm.” You glanced around the makeshift cafe, everyone beginning to wine down. A few students even taking off their costumes now. You fixed your tail, popping open two buttons of your shirt to get cool. “Looks like we might have to close up early, there’s only two sweets left.”
“Oh! Let me have them for free!” Kazuha grinned.
“No way! Pay like everyone else!” Suzuki glared at her. He took out his fake fangs and sighed in relief, tossing them in the trash. “I’m never wearing that thing again. I think it scraped my gums.”
“Really? Let me check.” You leaned in, motioning for Suzuki to open his mouth. He complied and leaned down so you could get a clear view. There did look to be a small little wound on the right side of his gum. “Ah, it looks like it irritated the right side. Nothing cut open though.”
“Oh that’s good.” Suzuki hummed. “Anything else?” You leaned in even closer, reaching up to gently grasp Suzuki’s jaw so you could tilt his head down.
“Uh… Yoshi… Suzuki. We have a customer.” Kazuha whispered, her voice weirdly quiet. You glanced over at her, confused on why she was sounding like that. Plus it wasn’t like your other classmates couldn’t handle the customer.
Suzuki pulled away from you, no longer blocking your view of the front door of the classroom.
Your breathing hitched at who was at the door.
Ito Yuki.
And he didn’t look happy at all. His hair was slicked back with gel, a singular strand pulled over his face. Dressed in a suit and tie, you couldn’t help but be memorize at how handsome he looked.
He walked into the classroom, heading straight towards you. He practically ignored Suzuki’s greeting and grabbed the last two sweets left on the main table.
“Are these two together over five dollars?” He asked, his gaze only on you.
“Yeah.” Suzuki answered before you could. “Are you going to take up our offer—”
Suzuki didn’t get to finish when Yuki tossed the sweets back on the table and stepped right up to you. His hands gripped your waist, one sliding up to cup your neck as he pulled you in for a kiss.
Your eyes widen as you could only grip at his shirt in shock. His eyes narrowed in on yours as he pressed your body against his. A strangled moan left you as he bit your bottom lip, easily turning the peck into a hungry kiss. His tongue immediately slipped into your mouth as you felt your legs turn into jelly.
It almost felt hard to breathe as he kissed you breathlessly. He chased your mouth when you attempted to pull away for some air. His tongue was exploring your mouth as if he was hungry and he wouldn’t survive without the taste of you.
The fact your classmates were still in the classroom wasn’t lost on you. Sure, you weren’t particularly shy about asking out people in public or shamelessly flirting with PDA, this was brand new. Especially when Yuki wasn’t into public affection.
Your moans were hardly muffled by Yuki’s mouth, though it seemed to spur him on. His grip on your waist slipped down before grabbing a handful of your ass. A shameful squeak left your lips when he finally decided to pull away.
The only sound that could be heard was your heavy breathing. Yuki only stared down at you before moving to grab your hand instead of your ass.
Kazuha and Suzuki looked shocked to say the least. Though Kazuha gave you a thumb ups with a smile, nodding her head. Suzuki looked mostly traumatized at the sudden make out sesh. A few of your classmates were whispering but you couldn’t hear them properly. You could feel Sana and Ryun staring at you.
Katori looked pissed but that only made you happy.
“You can clean up without him,” Yuki simply said, looking at Suzuki.
Suzuki only let out a soft ‘huh’ as Kazuha quickly nodded, a grin on her lips. “Of course, of course!! Go have fun you too! Be safe!”
Yuki hummed and began dragging you out of the classroom, not waiting for you to even attempt to refuse. As they walked out, Suzuki glanced back at the two sweets left on the table.
“He didn’t pay…”
You had to pick up the pace to keep with Yuki’s long strides. Though finally out of your classroom, you got to see what the other classes did for the festival. When you passed Yuki’s classroom, it looked like their theme was mad scientist cake decorating.
You wondered where his lab coat was but didn’t think he’d be in the mood to answer such a question right now. He finally came to stop when he reached the student council’s room and pulled you inside. The door closed with a slam as he turned the lock.
Now that you two were alone, it suddenly dawned on you that you were broken up for only two days. When it almost felt weeks. Wow, you were a simp for him at this point.
“What was that?” He asked, his jaw tense.
“What was what?”
“Seriously? You break up with me two days ago and suddenly allowing everyone to kiss you for a school festival?”
“I didn’t come up with it… Kazuha thought it would be good to help us with sales. I didn’t even think people would be interested in kissing me.”
“You have such low self esteem for being a playboy,” Yuki said, letting out a joyless laugh. “You think people slept with you so easily for only week without being physically attracted to you?”
“I…” You shook your head. “Anyway what was that?! You just kissed me in front of everyone! You told me you don’t like public affection.”
“I had to make sure no one got the idea that you were suddenly single.” Yuki easily confessed. “Your class seems to be the one spreading most of the rumors around school, they’ll let everyone know that you’re mine.”
“But… I’m not yours. I ended the relationship.”
“Yeah, without my feelings being taken into consideration. I thought about it, we’re not breaking up. You can’t just end things.”
“Yuki, I’m not good for you. I don’t want to bring you down.”
“(Name), it’s fucking high school. Who gives a shit what they think? Do I have to fuck you brainless to make you understand that I want you no matter what they think?”
You blushed, looking away in embarrassment.
Yuki let out a laugh. “That’s all you need.” He grabbed your arm and pulled you close, his free hand reaching up to cradle your face. “I’ll fuck you until you understand you’re never leaving me. I’ve waited so long for you—I’m not letting other people’s jealousy take you away from me.”
His hands grabbed your button up and easily tore it open, buttons popping loose. You gasped as you tried to salvage the shirt but he easily pulled it off. The room’s cool air brushed against your skin.
You looked up at Yuki, eyes wide. “In here?!” You whispered, remembering the third floor wasn’t exactly empty.
“Mhm.” Yuki took off his glasses, placing them on your face. Your vision was blurred from the prescription. When you attempted to take them off he gripped your wrist. “Keep them on. I’m still angry at you.”
A gulp left your throat as you watched a blurry image of Yuki. You could still make out what he was doing but could no longer see his face clearly. Cold hands pressed against your stomach, causing you to tense up. He slowly pushed you back until you laid down on the table.
“Do you know why I like you?” He suddenly asked. You only let out a confused hum. “When I moved to this town, I was pissed. From Tokyo to something so minuscule. Besides, I was a new kid coming to a high school where the kids knew each other since elementary.”
Wet lips pressed against your stomach. You gasped, looking down to see but Yuki reached up and gripped your face. He pushed your head back to rest on the table before pulling away.
“I didn’t think anything of you until I saw you in that maid outfit. Then I noticed how you portrayed this persona of yourself: the smooth talking playboy but deep down you were cute when you thought no one was looking.”
You clamped your hands against your mouth to muffle the surprised moan that left your throat. Yuki’s teeth sunk into your stomach as he bit hard on your soft flesh. He left two more marks, each harder than the first.
“You were more sensitive than you let on. I noticed whenever your dates didn’t go through the full week with you that you would get sad. Pouty and moping around the halls until you find a new person.”
His hands grasped your waist. His thumbs gently digging into your skin. Soft kisses pressed against your stomach, his tongue teasing your belly button. He unbuckled your tail, letting it lay dejected on the floor. But then his teeth bit into your skin, earning a loud squeak from you.
“Anyone who even looked at you wrong made you upset. I only watched you from afar, you never made an attempt to ask me out. But I always watched you ask out other people. That stupid catchphrase of yours got on my nerves.”
The sound of fabric tearing caused your hips to flinch as cool air conditioner teased your now bare thighs. His mouth immediately bit at your inner thigh. His hands held your hips down to stop you from bucking away from his touch.
“I wondered all the time if you would just stay that way. Asking out people and leaving them after the week. How could that be satisfying to you? But during our summer break after our first year, I came across you at the park. I saw you crying your eyes out.”
Your eyes squeezed shut at the mention of that incident. His glasses slid down your nose from your constant movement. Yuki moved to your left thigh, biting hard on the skin. You whimpered, one hand reaching down to grip his hair.
“I wanted to talk you but your friends ended up coming over. All I could think was that I never wanted to see you cry like that again. The thought of you frowning made me angry. Those feelings towards you might’ve just been infatuation but I knew I wanted you in my arms.”
“Yuki…” You moved to sit up when his hand immediately pushed you back into the table. You grunted in surprise, his glasses falling off your face from the force. It toppled to the ground, one of the lenses cracking from the force.
You looked back up to quickly apologize for not protecting his glasses when you finally got a good look at Yuki. His eyes were red. He was.. crying?
“I didn’t say you could speak.” He said, his voice harsh. If you hadn’t seen his face—you wouldn’t have thought he was crying. “I was ready back then to just watch you from afar. You didn’t seem to want a permanent relationship and I wasn’t going to force myself on you. But then you asked me out…”
He looked down at your thighs, his hands moving to your hips as his fingers teased your boxers.
“At that moment, I knew I couldn’t admire you from afar anymore. You were within my grasps and I needed to make you mine. Make you obsessed so you won’t want anyone else.” He let out a joyless laugh. “I knew exactly what you were saying when you mentioned the week being over. But I wasn’t going to allow you to leave me.”
His hand grasped your boxers as he glanced up at your face. He didn’t say anything as he slowly began to tear the fabric open. You blushed, your body suddenly feeling hot at the sight.
“You know, Yoshida (Name).” He whispered, a grin on his face. “You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever met. And I’m so fucking angry that you decided to end our relationship without thinking about me. But it’s okay, you just don’t see yourself the way I see you.
“Hit me three times if you need to stop.” Was all he said. He grabbed the torn fabric of your shirt and used it to blindfold you. You whimpered, gripping at his arm just to make sure he didn’t disappear. “You can’t be loud, the festival is still going on. Though I don’t mind if everyone learns how good I fuck you.”
You bit your lip as his hand grasped your cock. His thumb rubbed against your slit, teasing it slowly as you withered beneath him. Now having your sight gone made the feeling more intense for some reason. You wouldn’t know what he was going to do until you felt his touch.
His hand released your cock, letting it plop against your stomach. Your body twitched as you waited for him to touch you again. When you didn’t feel anything you began to whine.
Your hips twitched when something wet teased your hole. “W..What was that?!”
“Shh, it’s lube.”
“You carried lube to school?!” Two fingers rubbed against your hole, spreading the cool lube. A gasp left your throat when Yuki slowly pushed in two fingers at once. The burn was strong as your back arched against the table.
“I didn’t. A friend gave it to me.”
“You..You’re friends—ngh… friends with someone who brings lube to school?!”
“Mhm. It’s good to have friends with different interests.”
“Different interests… ah!”
The squelching of the lube filled the room as you bit your lip, trying to muffle your whimpers. You could hear people walking past the room. It should’ve made you anxious but honestly you felt so horny.
Yuki curled his fingers, rubbing right against your prostate. A wet cry left your lips. Your hands digging into the table for some form of purchase.
Before you could reach your high, his fingers pulled out. It was silent for a moment—only the sounds of people walking past. You briefly wondered if he left when something pressed against your ass.
His hands gripped your waist, keeping you still as he slowly thrusted into your hole. You clamped your hand over your mouth to muffle the moan from the stretch.
“I wanted to mess with you more but we can’t stay in here for too long.”
Your vision blurred—the soft blues of the moonlight stabilizing your sight. Yuki tossed your makeshift blindfold onto the pile of torn clothes. You gazed up at him, finally able to properly take him in once more.
His hair was messy. The sleekness gone. Bangs threatening to fall over his face as he ran his hand through his strands. His eyes were still puffy and red.
“Yuki… I’m sorry.” You whispered.
Yuki’s eyes widen, just a bit as he stared down at you. It was still hard to really tell what he was feeling through expression alone. You wanted him to say something, to say if he forgave you or not.
“You’re still not off the hook.” He finally said, a slight smile on his lips. “I’ll punish you properly another time. For now, I’ll show you just how much I love you.” His hands reached up and grasped your waist, pulling you to the end of the table.
A shuddered gasp left your lips as he slowly thrusted in deeper. Your hands gripped at his bicep, body gently moving at his rhythmic thrusts.
Yuki leaned down and pressed a kiss to your neck. His mouth kissed down to your collarbone as he bit at your skin. You whimpered—his hips picking up in pace.
The sound of skin slapping bled into the room with your raising pitch in moans. Your legs wrapped around his waist to bring him in even closer.
“I like you.” Yuki suddenly whispered, lips pressed against the underneath of your chin. He slammed his hips against your ass, earning a loud cry from you. You quickly bit your lip to try and muffle yourself as he kept a faster pace.
“I like your smile.” His fingers dug into the soft skin of your hips. “I like your laugh. I like your eyes.” Hips slammed into you, holding its position as his cock grazed your prostate. “That smile you have whenever you’re going to be a menace.”
Your nails dug into his back as small gasps left you. His cock was now repeatedly rubbing against your prostate. Your toes curling from the pleasure as you had to fight everything fiber of your being to not scream out.
“(Name)-Chan.” Yuki whispered, grunting when you involuntarily tightened around his cock. He let out a chuckle. “(Name)-Chan, I love you.” His voice soft and sweet, a stark contrast to his harsh thrusts.
You were going to say something but Yuki didn’t allow you. He kissed you, pressing his body against yours as he was unforgiving in his pace. His hips slammed into your ass as the sound is skin slapping filled the room.
You didn’t even attempt to muffle your moans. Your prostate constantly rubbed and pressed against with his animalistic thrusting. Yuki greedily swallowed your moans as you pulled him closer.
It didn’t take long before you reached your high, your back arching as you came. Yuki didn’t let up, fucking you through your orgasm. Your hands trailed up to tangle in his hair as you felt his cock begin to twitch.
Yuki pulled away from the kiss, your mouths barely touching as you took deep breaths. His hips stuttered as he let out a low groan, gripping your hips as he slammed deep inside. Something warm coated your walls as you let out a whimper.
You couldn’t be mad about him not using a condom. At least not right now. You quickly kissed him again. It was a slow kiss, the previous hunger finally satiated.
“I… I love you too.” You whispered, pulling away from the kiss to look him in the eye. “What… should we do for our sixth month anniversary?”
Yuki raised an eyebrow as he let out a laugh. “So suddenly?” He leaned in, his nose rubbing against yours. “It’s actually our first day together as a couple, since we just got back together.”
“Really?” You asked. “But you didn’t ask me out yet.”
Yuki pulled away as he stared down at you. He reached down and gently cradled your face, his thumb rubbing against your lips.
“Hey, do you wanna make out?”
It took a moment before it fully registered. Your lips quivered as you let out a laugh, shaking your head. “Shit… It sounds so stupid when you say it back.” You sighed, a bit embarrassed that the sentence was your catch phrase for so long.
“Do you?” Yuki simply asked.
You looked up at him and grinned. Your eyes felt teary as you whispered,“Mhm. Let’s make out.”
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“I’ve had a crush on you since first year, I doubt Yoshida has liked you as long as I have. He probably doesn’t even know you like—”
“—Are you guys done?” Yuki cut her off, brushing off a hand that touched his shoulder. He glanced around the room before sighing. “1,000 STDs? Are you all five? Yoshida (Name) is my boyfriend.”
Kaede stared up at Yuki in shock. “But—”
“—But nothing. This class is supposedly filled with students who test the best, so I assumed you wouldn’t be so childish. Speaking such nasty language about my boyfriend in front of me is insane. Get it through your head, I’m dating Yoshida (Name), and I won’t ever date someone like you, Kaede. Now everyone get back to planning.”
The room was silent as Yuki’s classmates slowly began to get back to their assigned tasks. Yuki paid Kaede and her friends no mind as they consoled the girl. A snicker left the girl beside Yuki.
“Shit, Yuki! That was crueler than normal. I thought you were going to punch someone!” Maki laughed, “You’re really serious about Yoshida-San, huh?”
Yuki glanced over at Maki. “Course I am. He’s my first and only boyfriend.”
“Only..? Like you won’t.. date men after Yoshida-San?”
“No. (Name) is the only person I’ll date ever. We’re never breaking up.”
Maki only laughed before awkwardly stopping when she noticed Yuki’s serious face. “You’re weird sometimes, Yuki.”
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“You’re… cute.. as a maid…”
Yuki felt as if he was going to pass out. You stood in front of him, dressed as a maid for the first year’s class festival. He was shorter back then, thick square glasses that did nothing for his looks. You didn’t have to look up at him like you do now.
You tilted your head at him, the long hair of your wig moving in tandem. A slight grin pulled on your lips as you gripped the edge of your dress, teasingly pulling it up to show a sliver of skin not covered by your stockings.
“I know~ But I can be sexy too.” You dropped your dress, giggling as if you didn’t just sexually tease Yuki. “Thanks, Ito~” You skipped away to your friends, your skirt swishing with your movement.
Yuki learned three things that day.
He has a thing for cute things
You looked good in feminine outfits
He reacts like a Victorian man at the sliver of skin
As well as another thing, staying as your admirer was proving harder each day.
He just didn’t know how lucky he would get in his third year.
Had to put in some last minute feminization because that’s literally Yuki’s whole kink. Just didn’t fit into this chapter well. Anyway, love exploring angst and fluff! Excited to write chapter 3 cuz it’ll be graduation time!!
Warning › bottom male reader. Reader has a cock and is mentioned to have slept with girls and boys. No set character, this is an OC, but you can imagine anyone
Plot › basically just this idea I had but expanded
Kinks › manhandling, accidental creampie, cross dressing, lite feminization, mirror sex, hint of dom/sub relation
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To say you were a playboy was an understatement. New girl every week was you being nice. Now, as a senior, you didn’t care as much anymore.
Which led you to your current predicament.
You’d practically ran through the entire school by now and you were… bored.
The first years didn’t interest you. And you’d already gone through the pretty people in third and second year. It was looking like you’d have to start branching out to schools nearby.
A sigh left you as you plopped down at your seat, flicking at a lint of dust on your desk. It was lunch time and you weren’t feeling hungry. Well you were hungry for sex but not for food.
“Man, (L.Name), view this as a good thing! It’s lucky you haven’t gotten an STD by now.” Your friend, Ryun, said as he ate from his bento box. You only gave him a huff.
“I use condoms. They work, 99.9%!”
“Sure. I’m surprised none of the girls have gotten pregnant yet.”
Ryun let out a howl as you kicked his knee underneath the desk. “I fuck guys too! You should be wondering if I’m pregnant.”
“Wha—(L.Name), you can’t get pregnant.”
You shrugged. “You never know.”
“Are you insane?”
“Should you really be asking the resident slut that?” A voice cut in. Your eyebrows rose as you turned to see who was so bold to call you that only to see it was another one of your friends.
“Sana…! That’s so mean! I’m not a slut.” You whined as she plopped down at the desk beside you. She only gave you a knowing look before digging into her own bento.
“Ryun!” You looked straight at him. “Am I a slut?”
“Do you really want me to answer that…?”
“GAH!! Ryun~~~!” You whined, pouting heavily as you rubbed at your face in annoyance. The two ignored your childish behavior as you finally began to start eating your bento. It was a comfortable silence for a moment before a ding popped in your head.
“Oh no…” Ryun muttered, knowing that look in your eyes.
You leaned in close, grinning. “Guys.. This senior year, I should go for someone special!”
Sana sighed. “Who? Who haven’t you fucked by now?”
A teasing grin pulled on your lips as you motioned for them to come closer. As they pulled in, you looked around to make sure no one was ease dropping and giggled in excitement.
“Ito Yuki.”
A pin could be heard as Ryun and Sana stared at you for a moment. Their faces slowly contorting into something of pure disgust and disappointment.
“Him?! Student Council president, Ito Yuki?!” Sana whispered yelled.
“Mhm. I’ve never even noticed him before until now! You should’ve seen him. He still has those ugly glasses but he’s buffed up! What’s he training for?” You joked, laughing loudly in the quiet classroom.
Ryun groaned. “No way. Ito doesn’t date. Ever since he got ‘buff’ he has had girls tripping for him. But he’s turned them down! Every last one of them.”
Sana nodded in agreement. “Yeah. No way he’d get with you—especially with your reputation of dumping people after a week!”
“But that’s a good thing!” You cried. “If he’s never dated before, that means he’s a virgin!! Inexperienced!! Those are the best, especially in boys!”
“Gross, (L.Name).” The two said in unison.
You pouted. “Aah! You guys don’t understand!”
“I’d rather not,” Ryun countered.
“You’re just really perverted, (L.Name). And so weird. You won’t even let us call you by your first name.” Sana said, rolling her eyes.
“But he has no problem letting someone see his flat ass.” Ryun chuckled.
“My ass is not flat!” You gasped. “I’ll prove it—”
“—NO!!!”
You sat back down with a huff. Yeah, you were weird. Sana and Ryun, your friends since diapers didn’t use your first name. Only your mother and father did but you didn’t even like them saying it either. For some reason, it just sounds.. off hearing it from people.
There didn’t seem to be a real reason. You just didn’t like it. Though you’ve been hoping that one day someone would say your first name and you wouldn’t immediately grimace.
Oh well. You had more pressing matters.
And that was Student Council President Ito Yuki.
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“How are you going to ask him out?” Ryun asked, pulling out his bento. It’s been a week since your declaration to take Ito Yuki’s virginity but you haven’t really done anything. Mainly because he’s always doing student council president shit. Always so busy.
“Like how I ask everyone out.” You said, popping a grape into your mouth.
“Serious?” Sana gasped. “That unromantic shit you do? Gosh, people here have such low standards. I hope he rejects you.”
You gave her a tight glare and threw a grape at her, grinning when it hit her right on her nose. You weren’t unromantic so to say. But… your proposals left much to desire. You had a a short and sweet line.
“Hey, you’re hot. Wanna make out?”
You thought it was romantic but Sana believed the students here just didn’t have enough self respect. Both were probably true.
“Why would anyone reject this?” You sensually pull down your blazer to show off your collarbone and give Sana a flirty lip bite. She gagged immediately.
Ryun hummed. “I can think of many reasons why someone would reject you.”
“Ack! You two suck! Where’s the motivation?! ‘Ah, (L.Name), you’re so hot!! Who would ever say no to you?!’ Like huh??”
“You don’t need anymore compliments. Your head is about damn near jelly from your narcissism.” Ryun said.
You rolled your eyes. Tough crowd. The three of you continued on with lunch when there was a sudden shrill voice. You looked at Sana and Ryun before moving to the sliding door of the classroom, sliding it open and looking out the hallway.
And there he was.
Student Council President Ito Yuki.
A soft mop of jet black hair with over grown bangs. Mono lid eyes that resembled a fox eye. A beauty mark right underneath his right eye. Plump lips. Cheekbones. He still had those stupid circular glasses. His body, though. His body was insane. He wasn’t crazy buff but he certainly put on weight compared to his stick thin body from first year. He practically had boobs (pecs) now!
He was taller too. Maybe 182 cm…?
A group of girls followed behind him, all holding letters that they waved to try and give to him. Huh, was today? Fuck, it was Valentine’s Day!!
You cursed as you watched Ito Yuki continue to walk and ignore the girls, passively pushing away any one that got too close. You didn’t have shit to give him.
Also it wasn’t White Day so it would’ve been weird if you did… but boys can do Valentine’s Day too..? Right?
Ah, fuck it.
“(L.Name)?!” Ryun whispered as you stepped out into the hallway, right as Ito Yuki come close to passing your classroom.
“What are you doing??” Sana yelled, covering her mouth when a few students looked at her in surprise.
You squared your shoulders and stood up tall, only now noticing you only came up to his chest. Ah, you were a perfect height to suck on his—
Not now, (L.Name)!
Even in your thoughts you didn’t even use your first name. You let out a sigh and gave Ito Yuki your signature flirty smirk. Your eyes peering up at him, giving yourself a cute look. You had multiple ways of flirting, especially when it came to boys or girls.
A true bisexual playboy!
“Ito-San.” You said, blinking slightly to flutter your eyelashes. Ito seemed to be focusing on something else in his mind despite his eyes on you. Well you can’t have that.
You leaned in closer, resting your hand on his arm. You felt him visibly twitch at your touch, earning a slight grin on your lips. Too easy. There was whispering happening around you but you didn’t care. You’ve asked out people in public spaces loads of times.
This… was a piece of a cake.
“Ito-San… you’re—”
“—hot?”
You blinked, staring up at him in shock. Did he just? Your lips parted as you short circuited—should you continue or just come up with something on the fly? A slight gasp left you as his hand reached up and grabbed the back of your head, bringing you closer.
The crowd erupted into gasps, even Ryun and Sana looked absolutely shocked. You couldn’t even think. Someone.. was taking control? You—you—??!?
His breath tickled your ears as your eyes clinched shut, your hands digging into his blazer as you let out a stuttered breath. You could’ve sworn you heard him chuckle.
“Sure. Let’s make out.” He said, loud enough for only you to hear. With that, he pulled away, his hand gently rubbing the back of your head before dropping. His face was stoic, his lips straight but you could almost see a slight smirk on them as he walked past you.
It was hushed whispers as everyone dispersed as soon as the school bell rang, signaling lunch was over. Ryun and Sana ran over to you, Sana gripping your shoulders as she shook you.
“Hey, what the hell was that?!” She cried.
You only let out a whimper, looking at the both of them in pure shock. “I…I don’t know…”
“Wow. Ito Yuki changed. He put (L.Name) in his place!” Ryun laughed, patting you on the back. “So? He rejected you?”
Right. They didn’t hear him. You paused, almost wondering if you should tell them. Would they believe you? Sana and Ryun looked at you expectedly.
“Yea…” You muttered, laughing slightly. “He rejected me.” You looked down as Sana rubbed your shoulders in a comforting manner. Ryun just patted your head as they steered you back to the classroom.
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“I..Ito Yuki?!”
You glanced up as you heard your classmates exclaim in shock. Ito… Yuki? It had only been a week since that incident happened and you hadn’t seen Ito a lot. But that was to be expected. He was in 3-A, smartest of the third years and c student council president.
Sana and Ryun were geeking out beside you as Ito walked into the classroom, heading straight towards you. You felt weird. Not uncomfortable but odd. Like your body was… scared of him? But it wasn’t a bad scared. It reminded you of going on a rollercoaster.
The fear during but the ecstasy afterwards.
“(L.Name).”
Oh. That’s a first. You didn’t like hearing him say that. Huh.
“H..Hello, Ito-San.” You muttered, your grip tightening on your bag as he looked at you. His gaze was intense, even with his overgrown bangs. You wished those bangs covered his eyes more.
“Let’s go on a date.”
The classroom erupted into screams at his words. Date?! Date with you of all people?! No one even cared that Ito was surprisingly into men. No, it was surprising he would go for someone like you. The school campus’s proud playboy that was barely passing through school!
You didn’t even get to answer as his hand grabbed your wrist and began tugging you along. Your eyes met Sana and Ryun who looked at you with pure shock. You couldn’t blame them.
You’ve never really gone on dates before. Sure, at the beginning in first year when you were starting out your slut activities. But by second year, anyone who dated you knew that you mostly wanted them for sex. So to have Ito Yuki, of all people, coming to date you was… shocking.
Also fake. It had to be fake.
Yeouch!
Not fake. Not fake at all.
This was how you’d soon find yourself in a movie theater. Ito had something about liking movie dates and there was a movie he wanted to watch. A horror movie maybe? You couldn’t pay attention. You sat down beside him, staring off into space as the movie began playing.
It was an American movie, judging by the fact you couldn’t understand them. You glanced up at the screen, seeing the subtitles on the right. Ah, a slasher. You’ve seen multiple slashers so you knew the format like you knew blowjobs.
But you didn’t expect Ito to be interested in this type of stuff. You glanced over at him, watching as he stared straight at the screen, occasionally taking a sip from his soda. Huh, he’s zoned in.
You sighed and decided to get comfortable. Lucky for you, most slashers knew not to over stay their welcome. So you began watching, occasionally glancing at the other moviegoers who decided to watch a slasher at 5:00 pm on a Friday.
Mainly older couples. A few high schools students. And what you could assume some college students.
A hand grazed your thigh which caused you to let out a loud gasp. Luckily a jumpscare drowned you out. You looked down to see the arm rest pulled up that blocked you from Ito and his hand resting just an inch from your thigh.
Huh. What did he..?
You didn’t get to think any further when another loud jumpscare filled the theater. Your attention turned right as a poor woman was sawed in half. Oh, what a way to die. There continued to be gorey deaths that you forgot all about Ito’s strange decision to pull up the armrest.
Not until the movie cut to a random couple having sex in the car. Ah, you knew kills like this. Directors seemed to love having naked women run for their life after their boyfriend is killed.
There’s probably something wrong about that.
Before you could delve deeper into this question you felt a hand rest on your thighs. Just as you were about to even look down, the hand moved to your crotch and squeezed. A gasped left you that was coincidentally timed with the actress’s.
Has Ito’s hands always been this big? You let out a sharp shudder as you watched him grope your crotch. Really, you should’ve pushed him away. But you were just shocked that someone like Ito would be doing this.
And in a weird way, you did… like it? But it didn’t last long, just as the actress was killed by the killer, Ito pulled away. You couldn’t help your slight whimper as you glanced over at him. He didn’t even spare you a look.
Jerk.
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“You went on a date?!”
You sighed as you rubbed your eyes, staring at the two clowns in your room. Ryun and Sana had a spare key to your home—thanks mom!—so they didn’t even need to wait for you to open it. It was the next day after your date with Ito. It ended a bit unsatisfactory.
He just walked you home and waved goodbye. He didn’t even give you his number.
“Yea… he literally said that yesterday after class.” You whined, wanting to just plop back down and sleep. You masturbated all night last night, wishing he had touched you more. Which was a fucking first. You usually never have a wet dream about your partners.
“Wow… maybe, Ito-San likes you?” Ryun muttered, biting his lip as he sat down on your bed.
“Ito-San and (L.Name)?! That’s crazy.” Sana exclaimed. “But Ito-San isn’t someone to prank around.”
You couldn’t help but smirk. “Mhm~ maybe this sexy body has him curious.” You teased, sending a flirty wink to Ryun. He looked at you with pure disgust.
“Yeah, right.” Ryun grabbed a pillow and threw it at your face. “If he does, I owe you dinner for a week.”
“Deal!”
“Oh,” Sana suddenly muttered. “Wouldn’t yesterday be the start of the week? So you’ll break up with him next week Friday?”
You pursed your lips. Yeah, she was right. But why did you suddenly hate the idea of leaving him? You only gave a noncommittal nod and get out of bed, wanting to just take a shower and wash off the masturbation from last night.
Ito had to have know about you. He knew your usual phrase when asking someone out.
Well, you had the rest of the week to find out what he wanted from you.
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Technically you didn’t. Because it was already next Friday and he didn’t come for you at all. It wasn’t like you could call him either—you didn’t have his phone number. Sana and Ryun could tell it was affecting you but you didn’t even know why.
You’ve dealt with this. Sometimes the weekly partner ended up being just one night. And sure, you got a bit upset the next day but you’d bounce right back right after. You didn’t understand at all.
“(L.Name).”
You glanced over to see Ito Yuki staring down at you. Your classmates seemed able to not scream like last time. But their phones were out and were whispering to each other.
“I..Ito-San..?” You slowly stood up, looking up at him in shock. You should’ve been mad but you felt your heart flutter. Wow, you must’ve really wanted his dick.
“Let’s go to my house.” He said, which earned a round of gasps. Sana and Ryun looked like deers in headlights. You could only nod as he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the classroom.
Damn, Ito Yuki. He’s probably the only partner that ever had you this bad over dick. And you haven’t even had it yet! Shame it was the last day.
Once you reached his house, you were shocked at how big it was. “Wow… Ito-San, are your parents rich?” You asked, slipping off your shoes as you walked behind him.
“Yuki.”
“Hm?” You replied, grunting when you bumped into him.
“We’re dating, no? So call me by my given name. That’s what couples do.” It—Yuki said nonchalantly, moving to go to the kitchen. You followed right behind him, unable to hide the growing heat on your face. This.. this was a first.
Would he do the same…? You hoped he would.
Much to your surprise, Yuki began making dinner for you. It wasn’t anything difficult, just chicken Katsu curry. You tried to help but he quite literally manhandled you to sit down at the dining table. If there was a growing bulge in your pants you quickly decided to ignore it.
After he finished, he placed a bowl in front of you and sat down beside you. You ate in complete silent. It was a bit uncomfortable because you weren’t used to dinners like this but it gave you perfect view of Yuki.
He looked so pretty? You weren’t sure. He had pulled his bangs back with a cute hello kitty pin and you couldn’t help but wonder who gave him that. He didn’t seem like the boy to like cute stuff. You were able to see his eyes better now—fox like eyes staring right at you.
You coughed slightly and looked down at your curry. “Hm, this is good curry, Yuki. Who, uh, taught you how to make it?”
“My mom.”
“Oh. Where’s your parents?”
“They’re out for the weekend.” He said, his eyes trailing down your face, right to your lips. “They won’t be back until Monday.”
Oh? A slight shudder left your body as your back straightened. The whole weekend? Did he not want this to last the week?
“But today is a full week?”
Yuki hummed. “Since we started dating? Yeah, do you like those type of things?”
“Eh?”
“Keeping track of how long we’ve been together? Do you like doing that? I can do it for you.” He said, finishing his plate off.
“Uh—”
“Sorry I couldn’t meet you during the week, I had to help plan the festival coming up.” He reached over and grabbed your plate. The plates clinked together as he carried them to the sink, gently dropping them in.
Before you could stand up, you felt Yuki rest his chin on your shoulder. You flinched at the touch but calmed down as his nose nuzzled your neck. A giggle left your lips at the ticklish touch. He pressed a kiss on your collarbone before pulling away, motioning for you to get up.
“Do you,” he muttered, reaching over and grabbing the back of your head. “want to make out?” You didn’t even think before eagerly nodding, looking up at him expectantly. He pressed his lips against yours with ease. His glasses pushed against your face but you didn’t find it in yourself to care.
Your hand slowly reached up his body before resting themselves on his shoulders, fingers curling at his button up. Your lips locked with his, easily moving in tandem without pulling apart. Breathing didn’t seem important at the moment.
You hadn’t even noticed you were standing on your toes until the pressure on them began to hurt. A struggled gasp left you as you pulled away, needing to catch a breath while also resting back on the balls of your feet. But Yuki immediately chased your lips, sacrificing his back as he bent down.
His hands gripped your waist, his thumbs digging into your skin. When did he even pull open your shirt? You didn’t get to think with how eager he was kissing you. It felt like you were the inexperienced one with how easily he was taking control.
“Y-Yuki.” You managed to moan into his lips, pulling away to breathe. A giggle left you when he subconsciously chased after your lips again but you pressed a finger against his. “Wait a minute.”
It was different—but in a good way. You were always the one in control during make outs. People were the one to pull away after you made them breathless. It was exciting for it to be the opposite.
“Are you…?” You whispered, wanting to make sure.
Sure, you were a degenerate who liked having sex with virgins, but you always toned yourself down when you did. Treat them like glass unless stated otherwise was your motto!
Yuki hummed. “Virgin? Yeah.”
“Do you know how—?”
“—I’m a virgin, not an idiot.”
You pouted. “I was just checking. Your first time needs to be good.”
“It’s already good.” He whispered, a slight smirk on his lips when you looked away in embarrassment. “But it could be better.”
“Hm? Better how?”
For the first time ever, you saw Yuki’s lips pull into a full smirk. Oh no.
Oh no indeed…
In front of you on the bed was a dress. A cute dress. But a dress nonetheless. It was white with a black bow on the chest. Frilly ends on the sleeves. Paired with white stockings.
The outfit reminded you of something but you didn’t know what.
You dated a lot of people. You’ve done strange shit because of people’s kinks. This, was tame. You shuddered at the time you dressed like a dog. Not even just dog ears and a tail… a full on dog.
Honestly this was a breath of fresh air. So you huffed and slipped out of your clothes, putting on the outfit with ease. Hm, it fit perfectly. You briefly wondered if Yuki somehow had your measurements.
“I’m dressed, Yuki.” You called, slipping on the last stockings. There was a mirror on the closet door. You moved over and couldn’t help but twirl. The dress really was cute. You took in the detailing of the dress and noticed a slight stain on one of the sleeves. But how could it have gotten a stain? Did Yuki make other people wear this?
That left a bitter taste in your mouth. Just because he was a virgin didn’t mean he hadn’t fooled around before. Which you couldn’t judge. That was your reputation!
A pair of arms wrapped around your waist causing you to flinch. Yuki hummed as he looked at you from the mirror. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, his face still stoic. But the way his hands gripped your waist and body as it trailed around you.
“It still fits.” He suddenly muttered. “I was worried you would’ve grown too much since then.”
“Huh? Grown?”
“You don’t remember it?” His hands gripped your waist as he easily spun you around to face him. “First year. School festival.”
Festival? You stared at him confused for a moment before gasping in disbelief. “No way! You kept this?! I thought I threw it out?!” You said, pulling at the fabric in pure shock.
In your first year, your class did a maid cafe, but instead of girls, it was boys as the maids. You played as the head maid because you looked more girlish compared to everyone when you wore the wig. It was fun but you didn’t see the use in keeping the dress after so you threw it up.
Apparently Yuki found it.
“You did. I just grabbed it before they took out the trash. I would’ve saved the wig too..” he muttered, a slight pout on his lips.
You couldn’t help the slight scoff leaving you. “Wig? Do you want me to be a girl?”
“No. You just looked… cute. I like cute things.” He said, shrugging. “You just look cuter feminine.”
“But I don’t even remember you at the festival.”
Yuki hummed. “How could you? I was shorter than you back then. But I remember you. The cute head maid flaunting his cute little dress in front of everyone.”
You blushed. “I wouldn’t say I flaunted it…”
“Really? I think you were a lot of guys awakening that day. So many eyes on you.” His hands tugged at the bottom of the skirt. “Hm, you grew in height. It’s much shorter now.”
You reached down and noticed that it was resting just at the end of your ass. Certainly shorter than in first year when it was closer to your knees. Well at least you can say you did have a growth spurt… just nothing compared to Yuki’s.
“So, you want to have sex with me in it?”
“Mhm. I’ve masturbated to you wearing it for years now.”
You sputtered in shock, watching as Yuki moved away to possibly grab a condom and lube. This Ito Yuki was nothing to the one you thought you knew back at school. The way he could say it so casually made you feel some type of way. But you couldn’t explain it.
Gosh, you’d assume you’re the virgin.
With a slight pep talk in your mind, you squared your shoulders and stormed over to Yuki. He looked over at you and tilted his head, opening his lips to ask something but you pushed him down on the bed. Though you had to use a lot of strength for that—jeez, how tough was he?
You straddled his hips and grinned, looking down at him. “Don’t worry, Yuki~! I’ll make your first time special.” You whispered, gently rubbing your ass against his growing bulge.
Yuki seemed to want to say something but you kissed him, helping him pull off his pants. You knew what to do. You’ve done this so many times it was practically second nature. When you slipped off his boxers, you almost whimpered at the sight.
It was bigger than any you’ve seen before. That stereotype of slender men having bigger dicks didn’t seem like an internet lie anymore. You wondered if it looked bigger when he was thinner and didn’t have the lean muscle he had now.
Shit.
“Are you ready for your first blowjob?” You asked, smirking slightly. You expected him to finally start acting like a blushing virgin but he looked more so bored? Huh?
“Another time. I wanna be in you.”
You felt your cheeks flush. He wanted you quickly, huh? That’s a first. There were even times guys just wanted a blowjob from you and nothing else. This was, interesting to say the least. You gave him a hum and pulled down your own boxers, pulling up the dress.
You felt his eyes zero in on your body as you grabbed the lube and squirt some on your fingers. This was the best. Having someone watch you as you got yourself ready for them. You didn’t waste anytime, easily slipping in two fingers inside your hole. A grunt left you but you kept going, easily stretching yourself out.
If Yuki wanted to be inside, he’d get it. Besides, who doesn’t like a little bit of pain?
The dress was sticking to your skin already and you hadn’t even got his cock inside you yet. It was thin and a bit cheap in material but it certainly knew how to make you warm.
You reached over and grabbed the condom on the nightstand, easily tearing it open with your teeth. The slight eyebrow raise from Yuki made you smirk. It was a habit that you gained from sleeping around so much. Also past partners said it was sexy so you kept doing it.
What works, works!
After finally slipping the condom onto his cock, which surprisingly fit, you moved up to level your ass with his cock. You gave him a slight smile and rest your hand on his chest.
“You can always tell me to stop, okay?” You whispered, making sure he heard you. Yuki only gave you a nod, a look of impatience in his eyes.
Not wanting to make him anymore restless, you wordlessly began to sink down onto his cock. A short gasp filled the room as your fingers gripped his shirt. He was huge but feeling it inside was a whole different experience. You haven’t slept with a guy in a minute so you certainly felt a bit nervous than normal.
But it was fine.
The sight of Yuki was pretty to say the least. He still had on his stupid glasses, the hello kitty pin that held back his bangs. His face was already sweaty while his lips pulled into a slight grimace.
Ah, you knew the face well.
You leaned in close to him—your noses touching.
“Good? It’ll get better from here.” You grinned, leaning back as you slowly rolled your hips.
Except it didn’t really..?
It had to have been maybe ten minutes and Yuki hadn’t cummed at all. You came once which was embarrassing since you weren’t used to cumming before your partners. But you thought maybe he was just nervous so you kept bouncing on his cock.
But by the ten minute mark, he looked bored.
You thought you were imagining it but no, you could tell he was zoning out. His eyes were focused on you but he wasn’t reacting. Even when you picked up the pace, he didn’t even grunt.
A wave of embarrassment mixed in with anger flared within you. You stilled your hips to a stop, finally earning Yuki’s attention as he blinked and actually paid attention to you.
“Seriously…” You grunted, rolling your eyes. “If I’m that boring, you take over!” You were so used to being in control that you actually didn’t want him to take over. Really you wanted to go home, fully embarrassed that in the first time in forever, your partner wasn’t satisfied.
The hands that once laid on your thighs without any grip slowly moved upwards, digging its’ nails into the free upper thigh that wasn’t covered by your knee socks. You let out a surprised grunt at the pain but you didn’t even get to say anything about it before they trail up and grip your waist.
A gasp leaves you when you feel his hips slam up into you.
“Wh—?”
Colors blur as you feel yourself be pushed down onto the bed, your head bouncing slightly from the fast movement. Your legs are grabbed and pushed up, almost knocking yourself in the face.
“Yuki..!” You managed to cry out at his manhandling but he doesn’t seem to care at the moment. You can only watch as he takes off the hair clip and carelessly tosses it away. His bangs fall over his eyes and to your dismay, you can’t see them this time.
Doesn’t help the bedroom is only lit by a small lamp on the nightstand. The shadows practically cover his upper face beside his lips. You can see a slight glint in his glasses but he soon removed them as well, gently resting them on the nightstand.
It’s weird. Your stomach starts to feel weird again. That same feeling when he pulled you close on Valentine’s Day. What was this?
A quick slap of skin bleeds into the room as your thoughts are jumbled before you could even think. You could’ve sworn you heard a cry—like a high pitched voice. Was that?
Yeah, it was you.
Your back arched as Yuki slammed his cock inside you in a constant rhythm. There was cries and whimpers coming straight from you in tandem with his thrusts. You’ve never sounded like this before—you didn’t even think you could make a sound like this.
Your eyes began to water as you pressed your hand against your lips, wanting to muffle the new strange sounds coming.
“Hey…” Yuki’s thrusting slowed down as he reached over and grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away. “Did I say you can do that?” His fingers tightened around your wrist, earning a slight squeak from you in pain.
A laugh filled the room. A boyish smile appearing on Yuki’s lips. He looked so scary like this. No eyes for you to look in. Just the sight of his lips being your only way of knowing how he’s feeling.
“You’re so cute. Like a little hamster.”
“H..Hamster..?”
“Mhm.” His thrusting began again, filling the room with the sounds of squelching and skin slapping. “Cute little hamster. Squishy.”
“Squish—!”
A whimper left you as your toes curled. Shit, you were cumming already?! You let out a grunt and turned your head to the side, wanting to just bury it in the soft bedsheets beneath you.
“Two already.” Yuki said absentmindedly, his hands releasing your thighs as he slowed down his thrusting. You glanced over at him, seeing his hands trail up your body. They were veiny. Larger than yours. He could hold both of your wrists with one hand. You shuddered at the thought.
“Don’t make fun of me.” You whispered, hoping he would just cum already.
Yuki hummed. “I’m making fun of you?” He asked, genuinely confused. You wish you could see his eyes—just to see a glimpse into what he’s thinking. But all you get a little smile.
“I’m not making fun of you. I’m keeping count.” His hands reached the top of your collar, slowly tightening around it. You hummed, wondering what he was about to do. “So I can give you more next time.”
“Give me more?”
“Mhm.”
The sound of fabric tearing caught your attention as you glanced down and saw your dress being torn apart by Yuki’s hands. It started off slow, as if he was fighting the seams before easily pulling it apart once he reached the middle.
A strangled moan left you at the show of strength. Oh man. How could you survive any longer with this guy?
“Yuki!”
“I’ve always wanted to do that.” He said, leaning down as he pressed kisses on your bare skin. Your toes curled as you gripped at the bed sheets beneath you. “I’ll buy you prettier dresses.”
A breathy whimper left your lips. “There’ll be a next time?”
“Why wouldn’t there be? You’re my boyfriend.” He pulled out his cock and easily flipped you to rest on the side of your stomach. He plopped down behind you and raised one of your legs, slotting himself easily back into your tight heat.
“Y… You actually like me..?” You muttered, gasping as he begins a slow and steady pace, resting his chin on your shoulder.
Yuki simply hummed. “I wanna fuck you. We can talk later.” He said bluntly. You shrieked as he captured your lips into a kiss and began fucking you in a harsh pace.
The sounds of skin slapping and your muffled moans filled the room. Your fingers digging into the bed while his dug into your skin. There was a slight burn on your thighs and you weren’t sure if he possibly broke your skin from just how hard he gripped you.
You pulled away from the kiss, needing to catch your breath when you noticed why Yuki had put you in this position. The fucking mirror.
Damn pervert.
You couldn’t really hide yourself, not with his arm holding you up. All you could do was kiss him again, not having to see your fucked out expression. It didn’t take long for you to reach another orgasm with ease, the cum coating your stomach in a sight of white liquid.
A whimper left your sore throat as Yuki maneuvered you to rest on your knees as he continued fucking into you. Finally, you buried your face into the sheets, biting them to muffle your moans.
“I’m close. Just a little more, (Name)-Chan.”
Yuki let out a surprised grunt when he felt you tighten around his cock. You whimpered in embarrassment, squeezing your eyes shut. No way. No way that your body just did that.
A slight chuckle left Yuki as he draped his chest against your back, his chin resting on your shoulder. “So cute, (Name)-Chan.” With that, he pulled away and gripped your hips as he chased his own release. It didn’t take too long, his grunts mixing in with your cries.
His hips slammed against your ass as he groaned, finally reaching his orgasm. You hummed before feeling something wet coat your insides. Yuki pulled away and hummed.
“It broke.”
You turned around, seeing him hold a broken condom. “It broke?!” You cried, moving to sit up only to wince in pain. “Yuki… why are you so calm?!”
“It’s fine. It looks pretty.” He said, pointing at the cum slowly leaking from your ass.
“Pervert!”
“Mhm.” He pushed up his sweaty bangs and sighed, his eyes finally meeting yours. “Shower?”
“Yeah. Uhm, are we… a couple?”
“Yeah.” He got off the bed and leaned over to you, a slight smirk on his lips. “I’m the only man you can be a slut for from now on.”
“I’m not a slut!”
Yuki only gave you a shrug before walking away to start the bath. Well, it looked like you weren’t a playboy anymore.
But it felt good.
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First fic back!! Way longer than it needed to be… hope yall like Yuki. I kinda want to make him into a full OC, but I’ll see.
I was thinking about a fanfic plot, the reader is the popular guy in the class who wants to make fun of the nerd, he creates a fake account and pretends to be a woman and creates a relationship with the nerd until they decide to meet, the reader laughs and makes fun of the nerd, and with that happens hate sex, I don't know if I managed to write the plot well, but you just need to see if you find it interesting, it's just an idea
ఌ 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑
w.c › 8.8k
warnings › bottom male reader. Reader last name is Shen. Reader is not a native Japanese speaker, so there will be purposeful grammar mistakes when you speak. Blue is mandarin. (G.Name) is Girl Name.
kinks › hate sex, dacryphilia, spanking, lite feminization, praise kink, lite dubcon
words to know › 先生 (Xian Sheng) in Chinese means Mister, but 先生 (Sensei) in Japanese means teacher. 小姐 (Xiao Jie) means Miss in Chinese.
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“So? Are you gonna do it?”
You glanced over at the supposed target of your friend’s prank. Haruki Kenji? You couldn’t remember his name well enough. Japanese was still a little hard for you after only moving here three years ago. While your mother’s grandma was from Japan, you lived in China for most of your life due to your father’s job.
It took a second for you to think, mentally translating what your friend had just said. Slang was always the hardest part for you.
“Sure,” you answered. “How much you pay me?”
Your friend, Hitoshi, the little leader of this college group of popular kids leaned in closer. “How ever much you want.”
“Oooh, Toshi is rolling in money, huh?” Maya, his girlfriend, laughed.
Siyi, a foreign exchange student from Taiwan glanced over at you, inching closer. “Did you really comprehend what they just asked you to do?” She whispered in mandarin.
“Of course!” You pouted. “I just text him as a girl. It shouldn’t be too bad.”
“Yeah… then you’ll laugh in his face when he finally meets you in person, isn’t that a little cruel?”
“Oi, stop whispering amongst yourselves.” Hitoshi kicked at your chair, glaring slightly. “Speak Japanese, we don’t speak Chinese.”
Siyi glared at him. You had a feeling Hitoshi and Siyi could never really get along. In all honesty, she only hung out with him because you did. You didn’t even remember how you started hanging out with him.
He was the first person to talk to you and didn’t make fun of your accent. So you just attached yourself to him.
“Anyway,” Hitoshi smirked, clapping his hands together. “You gonna do it? Me and my other friends are gonna bet on whether that nerd is smart enough to figure it out.”
“Yeah,” you answered, nodding your head. “I can do it. How will I get his number?”
“Leave that to me.” Maya smirked. “I have a girl friend who owes me a little favor.”
Maya and Hitoshi began talking about the plan while you tuned them out.
Siyi grabbed your shoulder, forcing you to face her. Her grip was harsh as she glared at you. “Don’t come crying to me when you get caught.”
You scoffed. She was acting like this wouldn’t be a quick and done little prank. Though you wouldn’t know that it would end up lasting almost two full months.
With you falling in love with said nerd.
蓮見 啓司
Hasumi Keiji. That was his name. You were recently given his LINE ID, having created a side account to pretend to be Maya’s friend. The girl was half Chinese so luckily you’d be able to get away with not sounding like a full native while texting.
Maya had said it was such a hassle to even get Keiji to pay her any attention. It took two full weeks until he finally allowed her to get his LINE ID.
He didn’t seem to care at all that a pretty girl was into him. Didn’t even ask for her name.
So you were lying in bed, dressed in a fluffy cat onesie, wondering what to say. He probably wouldn’t like small talk. But what would a guy like him like?
You didn’t even remember what he looked like. It didn’t seem like he liked having fun.
His username was just his full government name!
You sat up and huffed. This wasn’t supposed to be stressful. Maybe you could just talk about stars. His profile picture looked to be of a shooting star. He must be obsessed with them.
Your profile picture was of a cat. Even your username meant kitten. Girls liked cats.
子猫
Hi, it’s me ^^
Shen (Name)
You panicked and quickly deleted the last message.
子猫
Haha typo sorry, Shen (G.Name) (^з^)-☆
蓮見 啓司
Do I know you?
子猫
Ouch, hhhhhh
Maya gave me your LINE ID
I thought you were cute and wanted to get to know you
蓮見 啓司
“Hhhh?” What does that mean?
子猫
( ；´Д｀)
I forgot… Japanese don’t use that.. you use wwww? Or lol? Aaaaah
I’m laughing! It’s haha, Chinese text slang! I’m not making fun of you
蓮見 啓司
I wasn’t upset, don’t over explain yourself
I didn’t think someone like Maya would make friends with someone like you
Ok, is there something you wanted? I was doing something
子猫
Oh! Were you looking at the sky?
Stars must be your favorite, right? (⁎⁍̴̛ᴗ⁍̴̛⁎)
蓮見 啓司
Why would I be looking at the sky? You can hardly see stars here
If I wanted to I would go to the countryside
子猫
Oh
蓮見 啓司
I was preparing my tsunami simulator for the science fair
It’s supposed to be a realistic depiction. I created a whole toy town that will die out due to a tsunami. Showing how it wipes out different types of buildings, as well as how to see it from afar while on the beach
Anyway. Bye
You stared at your phone in confusion. That was terrible. There was no way he’d answer you if you texted him again. How could you even get a guy like to like you?
You weren’t going to see a cent from Hitoshi and friends at this point.
ཆི❤︎ཆྀ
A full week passed and you weren’t sure what to do. After his very blunt “bye” you were scared to even text him back. That felt a little too final. Maybe he was a nerd that focused solely on schoolwork and never ever wanted a girlfriend.
Fuck.
“I take it you haven’t gotten anywhere with him?” Siyi poked your face with a pencil, causing you to look over at her. “Take it as a sign and leave it alone. There’s no need for you to continue.”
“Why? Only a quitter would give up so easily! And I’m no quitter!” You answered with a wide grin, suddenly feeling energized.
Siyi only sighed in disbelief. “Do you even know what he looks like?”
Your brain short circuited for a second at her sudden switch back to Japanese. “Oh, uh, I guess I don’t. You have a painting of him?”
“Picture.” She corrected you, shaking her head. “No I don’t. But I have a class with him. We’re both competing in the science fair next month. I heard he was making a realistic tsunami simulator.”
“He must be really smart,” you sighed, frowning slightly. “Then.. he’s probably really busy with the project. That’s why he hasn’t texted me again!”
“Maybe. You could always text him first. He could also, rightfully, think you were just pranking him about being into him.”
You hummed, nodding to yourself. Well, there was only way to know for sure. You’d have to text him first again.
子猫
Hi ٩(˃̶͈̀௰˂̶͈́)و
It’s been a while~
How’s the project coming along?
蓮見 啓司
Oh
You actually came back
So you weren’t joking
The project is going okay, my dog, little brother, and his friend ruined half of my town so I’m rebuilding it right now
Of course, I mean they are rebuilding it while I supervise
A picture was sent right after his last message. Your eyes widen at the sight of him. It was a selfie that showed a small dog sitting with its head down beside a younger boy dressed in a high school uniform, having his head down as he glued back a miniature house.
The guy holding the camera, Keiji, wearing a white sleeveless shirt. He had on rectangular glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. Black hair messy, a large and prominent nose with plump lips. His gaze was lazy as he stared up at the camera with little to no expression.
He sent a video next.
You quickly pressed play.
Keiji hummed at the camera before flipping it to show his little brother and dog. “Say hello, guess who would’ve been able to play LOL if he hadn’t decided it would be smart to start throwing the family dog like a football with his friend? Right, Ken?”
Ken, his younger brother, sighed and shook his head. He continued gluing a house together. The dog laid beside him, as if it was time out. Keiji only chuckled before turning the camera over and showing another boy continuously wincing as he used a hot glue gun.
“His little boyfriend,” Keiji said just as he turned camera over to face himself. A slight smirk pulled on his lips as Ken began yelling that his friend wasn’t his boyfriend. Keiji simply ended the video.
蓮見 啓司
So I can talk to you properly today
What are you doing?
子猫
Nothing really, hehe
I was really nervous texting you… that last text was really blunt
Didn’t think you’d wished to speak to me anymore
蓮見 啓司
You have a habit of putting words into my mouth
I never said that I didn’t want to talk to you
I’m just busy—you can always text me throughout the day
I’ll answer when I can
I still don’t understand why you’d want to suddenly speak to me
子猫
Well! You’re handsome (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵)
蓮見 啓司
That’s it?
子猫
Uh
Well I also want to learn more about you! You seem cool
I think we can, y’know, get really close
先生～
蓮見 啓司
Sensei? We’re both students
子猫
Oh! I mean 先生 in Chinese~
Xiansheng ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿
蓮見 啓司
I just searched it
Mister? Why are you so formal?
You’re already pretty formal even while texting
子猫
Xiansheng! I’m flirting~
Don’t some guys like being called sir or mister?
蓮見 啓司
I don’t care for that stuff
子猫
Oh
I won’t call you that anymore
蓮見 啓司
No need
I’ll just call you 小姐
You blinked. Did he search for how to say miss in Chinese? You couldn’t help but grin slightly. Though you thought you’d have more of a problem being called that. You glanced around your bedroom, taking note of the traditionally girly stuff decorated around.
All the plushies and teddy bears you’ve had since infancy. The big pink fluffy feather lamp you had. Only Siyi had been in your bedroom. No way were you going to allow Hitoshi and his “bros” ever visit your house.
You shivered at the thought.
For the rest of the night, you and Keiji talked about random things. He blabbered on about his tsunami simulator. He even sent his first ever voice note that was around four minutes long to better explain the mechanics to you.
Did you care? Not really. But if this was going to get him to let his guard down with you then so be it.
“So, first I had to calculate how much water I was going to use and the mass of each building I created. In a real tsunami, the amount of water that comes in is more than a hurricane. It’s said to be…”
You fell asleep while listening to his voice note. His voice was surprisingly calming.
蓮見 啓司
?
Xiaojie?
Night
ཆི❤︎ཆྀ
8月10日 8 A.M.
子猫
Today I ended up tripping into a wall
Hhhhhhhhh
It doesn’t hurt as much
Kinda
Xiansheng, what should I do?
子猫
If I suddenly started typing to you Chinese, would you be able to understand it?
Japanese has borrowed characters
And you’re smart
Oh I just dropped my bagel
You snapped a picture of your fallen bagel. It fell right on your sneakers. The only pictures you really sent Keiji made sure to show any of your body parts. You were even hesitant to show your hands.
8月11日 12 A.M.
蓮見 啓司
You had an eventful day
Maybe if you didn’t text and walk you wouldn’t have tripping into a wall
Be more careful
I might be able to understand some of it, I’ll spend some more time learning Chinese for you
Also isn’t this the fifth time you’ve texted me a dropped bagel?
Night, Xiaojie, sleep well
8月13日 2 P.M.
子猫
I passed my biology exam ٩(˃̶͈̀௰˂̶͈́)و
I was so scared, but the notes you sent me really helped
Is science your favorite?
I remember you mentioned if you wanted to see stars, you go countryside
Are there many stars there?
8月14日 3 A.M.
蓮見 啓司
Good job
Science is my favorite, if I had to have one
There’s little to no light population in the countryside You’d have an easier time seeing the stars out Have you ever tried it?
Xiaojie, I’ll take you to a good spot to see them. Would you like to go?
8月17日 12 P.M.
子猫
Xiansheng
you always reply so late at night (｡ ́︿ ̀｡)
Are you overworking? How many classes do you have?
Should I stop texting you so much? It’s probably bothering you… right?
8月17日 12:04 P.M.
蓮見 啓司
Don’t stop
I told you already
I’ll respond when I can
Xiaojie,
Can you wait for me?
8月20日 10 A.M.
子猫
Xiansheng, look, isn’t it pretty?
You sent a picture of a small round strawberry cake.
子猫
Pretty, right? Maybe I can send you one?
I overheard that you stay really late in the science lab
Maybe some sugar can keep you energized!!
8月20日 10 P.M.
蓮見 啓司 sent a voice note.
“Cake to keep me energized?” He let out an amused sigh. “Sugar is not what I need. Drinking a protein shake would be healthier for me. In any case, I already have my daily dose of sugar. You’re quite sweet each day you send a message. Even if it’s about mundane things.
I’d like to hear your voice sometime. Hearing you talk about your day would be better than reading it. Hm, anyway, the simulator is almost complete. I brought it to the science lab so my brother won’t destroy it again by accident. I can… show you it if you come to the fair. Yeah, only if you want. Night.”
8月31日 12 P.M.
子猫
Today’s the fair right?
You’ll do great, Xiansheng
I believe in you~
I’d go but I have class during the time!
Keiji stared at your message, sighing to himself. He placed his phone on his desk. The fair ended an hour or two ago. He hadn’t found it in himself to respond to your text yet.
Because he wasn’t stupid.
You weren’t who you said you were.
You’ve been texting him for almost a month and yet you haven’t sent him a single selfie or voice note. He had been constantly sending you voice notes because you had offhandedly mentioned that you fell asleep quick listening to his voice.
He only had one working theory at the time. You certainly weren’t a friend of Maya—or at least not the friend she was trying to set him up with.
It was a prank. Must’ve been.
The thought angered him to no end. He should’ve trusted his guts the first time he talked to you.
“Bro,” Ken poked his head into Keiji’s bedroom, a grin on his lips. “How are you and that girl doing?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“I think I’m being pranked.” Keiji said bluntly. He glanced over at Ken. “If someone you’ve been chatting with for over a full month now hasn't so much as sent you a voice note or picture, then it’s obviously not a good sign.”
Ken joined Keiji on his bed. “Hah? What would someone gain for faking a relationship with you? Are they bullying you?”
“It’s more than likely Hitoshi.”
“Yamada Hitoshi?! Is he still mad about that thing in high school?”
“Must be. But whoever’s texting me must be a lackey of his I don’t know. Their Japanese isn’t native and they managed to keep up this facade for a month.”
“You think it’s not even a girl?!”
“Probably.”
Ken cursed, biting his lip. “What are you gonna do?”
“What is there to do?” Keiji raised an eyebrow. “I’ll just block them. I’m not in high school anymore—I don’t have time for these childish jokes.”
“Aren’t you a little upset? I’ve seen you while texting them, you smiled a lot.”
Keiji scoffed. “Obviously whatever I was feeling for them was fake. I’ll be fine. It wasn’t like we were actually dating.”
Ken shrugged as he got up. “Okay, okay. Whatever you say… if you need help beating them up, I have some friends who are bored.”
Keiji only waved his brother off. Once Ken left the room, he grabbed his phone and clicked on your contact.
He was upset. Really upset at the thought that everything he had was fake. Sure, it was just a month. But he enjoyed looking at his phone at the end of the day and seeing the random bullshit you sent him.
He didn’t mind creating the voice notes for you to sleep with.
Did he like you? He wasn’t sure.
It didn’t matter now. He wasn’t going to let you continue to string him on. You probably sent pictures of your texts to your friends, laughing at him.
The thought pissed him off.
子猫 is video calling you
Keiji stared at his phone even as the call went to voicemail. He blinked multiple times. He even took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. It must’ve been a hallucination.
But no, you called him again.
He was confused. Was this your attempt at keeping him reeled in? Maybe you noticed he was pulling away nowadays.
He answered right on the last ring, ready to see who was behind this childish prank.
In the camera, it was a man—something he expected. But he didn’t expect a man… this cute?
You grinned at the camera, letting out a surprised burp. Oh, you were drunk. Your moves were sluggish as you fixed the camera to show more of yourself.
And you were only in a pink bathrobe. Your hand seemed to have trouble holding up the phone as you yawned before leaning in close to the camera.
“Xiansheng,” you whispered out, your voice light and coquettish. “Are you.. happy to finally see me? It’s (G.Name).. no.. (Name)~ hehehe.”
Keiji could only stare. You were easily embarrassing yourself in front of him just because you were drunk. He almost laughed. The sight was a joke.
He thought back to what Ken said. Maybe… he could level the plane field. He turned on his screen recording. Then he just waited, wanting to see how far you would go.
“Xiansheng,” you whined out, “you didn’t answer me? Are you not there?” You brought the phone further from your face, showing your lower body. The bathrobe was slipping down. Your bare chest was now showing.
Keiji huffed. “You were finally brave enough to call me, huh?” He couldn’t help the bitter laugh that escaped him.
“I’ve always wanted to call you!” You giggled. “But if I did… you’d get mad at me.. cuz I only started talking to you cuzzz of a pet.. prank..”
“Huh, so it was a prank? Hitoshi put you up to it?”
“Mhm.”
“What did he want?”
“I dunno.” You sighed. “I don’t care about himmmm. I want.. you… only you. Talking to you everyday.. so fun.. I only have you and Siyi really!” You plopped down on your bed, staring straight at the camera.
You’re so blunt.. and maybe a little mean.. but I like talking to you. Even hearing you talk about that tsu..Tsuki? Hm, yeah, that thingie was nice.”
“Really?” Keiji questioned. “If you’ve been lying to me the entire time, how can I really believe that you like me now? What if you are acting right now?”
You pouted. “Uuuuh, Xiansheng.. I’m sorry, a relationship built on lies… it’s bound to break!”
“What? What did you say?”
“Didn’t you say you’d learn Chinese for me? How can you not understand me? You didn’t keep your promise… guess we both lied, hehe.”
“(Name).” Keiji sighed. “I don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Oooh, you learned how to say something? So handsome.. you’re so sexy when speaking… and the way you’re glaring at me.. hmmm. Keiji.. can I call you Keiji?”
“Can you call me that?” Keiji shook his head. “No. It’s Hasumi to you. Why would I give you the privilege of saying my first name when you’ve been lying to me this entire time?”
“It wasn’t the entire time.” You replied, the drunkish grin on your lips long gone. “I’m sorry. I should’ve never agreed, but then I would have never met you.”
The phone suddenly jolted as you sat up, pulling up your robe to properly cover yourself. “I should… go.” You whispered, not looking at the camera.
Keiji raised an eyebrow. “Where are you going? It's around 2 am. Hey. Shen (Name).”
You weren't responding anymore. Keiji could only see that you were walking somewhere. The sound of a door closing and slippers against concrete told him that you were now somehow outside. He sat up and tried to see where you were going.
“(Name)? Where are you going? Answer me. Hey, hold up the phone. I can’t see anything.” Keiji stood up, grabbing a jacket.
His Chinese, even if it was a bit clunky, seemed to catch your attention. You lifted your phone, showing your face as if you had forgotten you were talking to him just a minute ago. A slight grin pulled on your lips as you hummed.
“You can’t see? Ai ya, it's so hard to maneuver a phone. Can you see now, Xiansheng? Xiansheng, you can actually see a bit of the stars, even if it's not that many.” A little laugh left you right before the phone skid across the concrete.
Keiji stopped right by his front door at the sound. He had rushed to get dressed and run out the front door to hopefully try to reach you. “(Name)? What was that?”
“Hurts.” You sighed out. The phone was facing the dark sky as you moved to lean over it. “Xiansheng, I tripped. What should I do? Uhhhh, ooooh, you can’t understand chinese.” You whispered, “sorry, it's just.. Easier,” a wince left you as you moved to sit against a railing, holding the phone across from you.
Your eyes were red and puffy. Were you crying earlier? Keiji didn't think to ask you that right now. He took note of the background and knew immediately what bridge you were at. The one only five minutes away from the university. Did you live that close to school?
“Don’t move.” Keiji said just as he booked it on his bike out of his house. He lived at his family house, since it was only a twenty minute walk from campus. But he could easily make it in under ten if he biked fast enough.
“Hasumi,” you giggled, “your tones.. They’re so cute. You sound like my baby cousin. He also struggles with tones right now. But, context clues, help!” You shivered and glanced down at your clothing, taking note of the bathrobe and pajama pants you were wearing. “Why did I come out with no shirt?” You murmured to yourself.
“What was I doing?” Your voice low as you tried to think but it was hard with the brain fog you were experiencing with all the alcohol you drank just two hours ago. Hitoshi and his friends were really pushing you to drink. Soon you started drinking of your own accord. Right after coming from the bathroom, you overheard Hitoshi and his friends.
“His Japanese is ridiculous. Do you even understand him half the time?”
It’s not easy learning a new language.
“Now you’re exaggerating. What really bothers me is how cutesy he tries to sound!”
But that’s just how I speak.
“Yeah, did he learn Japanese from those porn videos? Why does he sound like that?”
It’s not an act.
“Maybe that's how he's been able to fool Hasumi for a month straight.”
Fool? But…
“Is he even a boy?”
“Careful, Hitoshi, he might be gay! He might've even fallen in love with Hasumi.”
In love with Hasumi?
“Heh, serves that glasses wearing freak right, can’t wait to see the look on his face when he says he was texting a guy this entire time. He might even fight Shen.”
“Now that's something I'd pay to see! Nerd versus a homo. Who are you betting on?”
You leaned against the wall, staring straight ahead as each person began to say who they were betting on. Hasumi got the most bets. You tried thinking maybe you were misinterpreting what they were saying. Maybe your Japanese really was that bed.
But you caught sight of Siyi as she left the table, almost walking right past you. She was holding her and your bag. Her face was screwed in anger before she caught sight of you. Any anger in her fizzled out. She couldn’t remember ever seeing a look of pure devastation on your face in the two years she got to know you.
Just by the look on your face, she knew what you were thinking.
What you were pleading for.
She could only frown, breaking eye contact with you.
Siyi had brought you home but you couldn’t remember what else happened after.
All you knew was that you wanted to talk to Keiji to feel better. Maybe you drank a couple of your dad’s beers as you psyched yourself into calling him. But he wasn’t responding anymore. You sniffled, letting out a stuttered sigh. Your throat burned and your face felt wet. You reached up and rubbed at your face. When did you start crying again?
“Did you leave too?”
You placed your shattered phone on the ground as you curled into yourself. He didn’t want to see it after all. And you could only blame yourself.
“(Name)!”
Your body froze, your eyes widening as you glanced up. You looked to your right to see Keiji. He was biking down towards you with insane speed. His eyes narrowed just as he was reaching close to you. That’s when you realized he wasn’t wearing his glasses.
And that he wasn’t slowing down despite being only a few feet away from you.
Even being drunk, you had enough sense to sluggishly sit up just as he skidded past you. Keiji’s bike went flying as he hit a curve, tumbling off his bike. You gasped in shock, watching the scene in horror.
Keiji, despite practically face planting into the concrete, sat up quickly. There was a cut on his right cheek as he abandoned his bike and immediately rushed over to you. He squinted his eyes and grabbed at your face, leaning close enough to where your noses touched.
“Why do you not have your glasses?” You whispered, surprised he even had the time to put on a helmet. Your hands reached up and touched the top of the helmet, noticing a small chunk of it had broken off.
“What?” Keiji questioned, “what did you say?” He was rubbing your face before his hands trailed down to your robe, pulling it up and properly covering you up.
“Glasses.”
“I forgot them. Why would you walk out here so late at night? And the bridge no less? Are you crazy? Were you planning on jumping?”
You blinked, trying to understand what he just yelled at you a mile a minute. “Jump?! What are you talking about?! I wanted to…” you look up at the sky and point at the moon. “It's a full moon today. I wanted to show you the full moon… Siyi and I walked past here earlier and I thought you could really see the moon from this spot. I thought if I showed you, you’d be less mad at me.”
Keiji looked to where you were pointing. He glanced back down at you. “You should've just said that.” He pulled away from you. You tried not to frown. Right, he had every right to still be angry at you.
You watched as he walked back over to his bike and made it stand back up.
“Come on. I’ll take you home.”
“But you hit your head.”
“I’m fine. You shouldn’t walk with your injury.”
Injury? You glanced down to see the right leg of your pajama pants was ripped, your knee scraped and bloody. “I’m bleeding… how–?”
“Hurry up. It’s almost 3 am.” Keiji yelled out, getting on his bike. You hesitantly walked over to him, sitting right behind him. Your hands laid at your sides until he reached back and pulled your arms to wrap around his waist. “I don’t want to deal with you suddenly flying off.”
You simply hummed. “Uhm, I’ll give you the directions.”
The bike ride was awkward. Keiji was obviously still angry and possibly seething at the fact he had to take care of you. You knew that as soon as he dropped you home, you'd never see him again. The thought was already making your eyes water. You didn’t even notice that you leaned into Keiji, resting your head on his back. If this might be the only chance you get, you wanted to enjoy the short ride.
But it seemed the bike ride was longer than it should be.
It felt like Keiji was going in circles.
“Hasumi?” You whispered, pulling back a little as he suddenly slowed down.
Keiji reached up and unclipped his helmet, tossing it off. You flinched at the loud clatter on the ground.
“(Name)... I’m going to need you to call an ambulance.”
“Huh?!”
You watched in fear as Kenji began to go limp in your arms.
“Hasumi?!”
“It’s only a minor concussion. The helmet protected his head. He just needs to rest for a couple of weeks. No bicycling or any exercise in the meantime. If he starts to feel dizzy for multiple days, come back. Luckily we found no internal bleeding. He can go home in an hour or so after we finalize the paperwork.”
You nodded at the doctor, sighing in relief that she mostly spoke words that were easy to understand. Though you had to translate concussion. Keiji was sitting on the hospital bed, holding an ice pack to his head. He looked pissed to say the least.
“Keiji!” A voice yelled, the room door opening to show a teenage boy and an adult woman. The older woman quickly rushed over and grabbed Keiji’s shoulders, maneuvering him around as if he was a doll. “Are you okay?! What were you doing out so late at night? Do you know how worried I was about getting a call at 4 in the morning?!”
The teenage boy, while worried, strolled in slowly. He raised an eyebrow at you before focusing solely on Keiji. “That was gnarly. Were you speeding or something? You usually ride a bike like a sloth.” He laughed.
“Imagine my shock when the hospital called and said that you were emitted into the emergency room with a concussion!” The older woman, who you assumed was his mother, cried out.
“Yeah.. and that your partner was the one that called the ambulance for you.” The teenager said, causing Keiji’s and Ms. Hasumi’s gaze to finally turn over to you.
You immediately sat up straight at their gaze. Keiji huffed. You expected him to quickly deny that and maybe drag you through the mud a little when Ms. Hasumi grinned.
“So both of my sons are gay!” Ms. Hasumi laughed, clapping her hands together as if it was the funniest news she could ever learn. “I’m so sorry that this is how we first met. I’m Hasumi Nana.” She walked over and easily pulled you over into a hug.
You awkwardly hugged her back, unsure of what to say.
“I’m not gay!” The teenager cried out, a look of embarrassment on his face.
“Sure, Ken. Haruto is just a really good friend of yours.” Ms. Hasumi shook her head. “Anyway, your name isn’t Japanese, are you a foreigner?”
“Obviously he is.” Ken muttered, crossing his arms.
“Ken, I don’t think I asked you to speak. I’m sorry, he gets cranky if he doesn’t get his eight hours of sleep.” She gave you a wide grin.
“Oh, uhm, yes.” You answered, glancing over at Keiji. You were waiting for him to say something but he only looked at you with an amused smirk. Was he finding this funny?
“This is good news, I was worried my Keiji wouldn’t find anyone in this life.” She nodded solemnly to herself. “Then you can take care of him for this week.”
“Pardon?”
“P–? Haha, was that Chinese?” Ms. Hasumi seemed to never stop grinning. “I have a girls trip to Thailand already planned, we leave tomorrow. Ken was going to spend this week with Haruto so Keiji is going to be all alone. It’s perfect if you can take care of him. Then you both don’t have to… sneak out at 3 am to hang out.” She laughed.
“Uhm, Hasumi wouldn't want that..” You whispered.
“Hasumi? You guys aren’t even on a first name basis yet?” Ken raised an eyebrow.
“Ken.” His mother warned, a harsh glare in her eyes.
Keiji hummed. “Who said I wouldn't want that?” You looked over at him as a wide grin pulled on his lips. “Why wouldn’t I want my sweet boyfriend taking care of me?”
Oh.
You were screwed.
“Oh and I know it’s none of my business..” Ms. Hasumi pursed her lips. “But why are you only in a bathrobe and pajama pants?”
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“I think this punishment isn’t all that bad.” Siyi said on the phone. She was clearly not surprised that Keiji got back at you. “If I was him, I would’ve embarrassed you in public. Embarrassing you in private is quite nice of him.”
You whined, scrubbing at the toilet Keiji told you to clean. “But…”
“There is no but. You essentially led him on for a full month. A week doing his bidding is nothing in comparison to what you did. Besides, he did get the concussion because he was worried for you.”
You stopped. “Huh? Worried for me?”
“Uh, yeah. Why else would he have biked to you in under five minutes, moving so fast that he couldn't stop himself in time. At 3 am in the morning. He cared a little bit.”
You’ve only been at Keiji’s house for two days so far. He had made you clean the house spotless while he just did school work or laze around. You basically did anything he didn’t want to do. Doing so many chores right after classes was tiring but you didn’t think about what Siyi said until now.
She was right.
Even if right now, every gaze he gave you was of contempt. He cared enough that night to rush to you.
He cared for you that much in just a month.
“Anyway, stop complaining to me and clean that toilet. I told you to not come crying to me once you get caught.” She quickly hung up the phone.
In all honesty, he could have been meaner. He was really just ignoring your existence half the time or telling you to do something for him. But somehow, you wished he was still paying attention to you. Even if it was to yell at you.
The next two days flew by quickly.
And by now, he didn’t ask you to do anything.
You sat on the couch, basically twiddling with your fingers as Keiji did his homework. He was sitting on the ground, his homework sprawled all over the coffee table. The air felt tense. Only the sound of pencil meeting paper was heard. You were too nervous to turn on the TV.
Your gaze was on him, watching his every move. His glasses sat on the edge of his nose. He made no attempt to fix them as he focused solely on his homework. It looked to be something advanced. Nothing you could understand with a simple glance over.
“Cursing me out in your head?” He suddenly asked, not even looking up at you.
“What? No! Sorry, I was…” You clamped your mouth shut. It took a full minute before you decided to get the courage to say something. “Why are you ignoring me?”
The sound of something snapping caused you to flinch. His pencil’s tip was completely broken. Keiji didn’t say anything for a moment. Your stomach began to tighten as you silently cursed yourself out. Why did you even ask him that?
Wasn’t being ignored better than anger?
“Why? I’m sorry,” Keiji placed his pencil down. “I didn’t know I owed you anything.”
“I didn’t–I mean, I expected you to be more angry… maybe do more stuff?”
“I did for the first few days but then I got tired of it. Because that’s the difference between you and me,” he looked back at you, his eyes devoid of any emotion. “I don’t gain any satisfaction from hurting someone.” He gathered his papers and stood up, walking away to his room.
You stared at his retreating back. No, you couldn’t let it stay like this. You wanted to at least try… if he pushed you away again, then you’d listen.
You quickly rushed after him, holding the door before he could close it. Keiji stared back at you with wide eyes, probably wondering where you had gained the audacity.
“Hasumi, I know I hurt you but I did really start to enjoy talking to you.”
“So? Was it funny when I called you Xiaojie? Did it hurt you to call me Xiansheng? You seemed to say it with ease. Did you do this to other poor “nerds” to make fun of them with Hitoshi and his friends?
“No!” You frowned. “I never did this to anyone else but you.”
Keiji scoffed. “I guess that makes me special.”
“Hasumi.” Your voice was shaky. “I know why it's hard to believe me. I know you should hurt me back and I can handle it but don’t ignore me. I can’t handle that.”
“What? You want me to hurt you like you hurt me?” Keiji got into your space, cornering you until you pressed against the now closed bedroom door. “I bet thats what that little fucker wants. To see me lose my cool and beat you up in front of them. They’d bet on it.”
Your eyes widen. Just how well did Keiji know Hitoshi? However, Keiji took your silence as confirmation. He rolled his eyes and moved to pull away but you quickly wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your body against his. Keiji grabbed at your shoulders and began pushing you away.
“Let go of me. You have a fucking death wish or something?!”
“No!” You cried out. “This past month, it was so easy to talk to you. I started waking up and wanting to text you immediately to tell you anything that popped in my head. Anything mundane or exciting that happened those days, you were the first person I thought of. I stayed up late to see your response when you could finally answer. I loved your voice notes, even if I sometimes struggled to understand you because you talk so fast whenever you get excited about all that science talk.”
These past few days without you, I can’t go back. I… I…”
Wǒ xǐhuān nǐ.
You shuddered, your hands gripping at his back. You hadn't even realized he had stopped trying to push you away. Just as you were about to speak, his hand grabbed your chin, pushing your face back. His gaze was filled with anger but also something else deep down.
“You can’t go without me?” He laughed cruelly, “did Hitoshi prepare this script for you? You can handle my anger? Do you know what you’re wishing for, Xiaojie?” he spat out the title as if it was venomous. “Because if I start, I’m not stopping.”
Tears welled in your eyes as you only nodded. “I can. I can. I want your anger, please.”
Keiji’s features softened, just for a tiny moment before he glared at you. He pushed you away and grabbed your arm, shoving you onto his bed. You fell down with a cry, staring up at him as he stood at the edge of the bed, right between your legs.
As you stared up at him, you wondered if you could truly handle whatever he was holding deep inside.
You cried out, fingers digging into the bedsheets beneath you. Your teeth were biting into the pillow as your body shot forward once more. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. Keiji didn’t wait a second as he spanked you once more. He didn’t count or keep a steady rhythm. It was all done so you couldn’t get too comfortable.
At this point you didn't know how long he had been spanking you. Your ass felt sore and sensitive to touch. Keiji stopped again for a second. You waited for a moment, waiting for whenever he’d finally spank you again.
But he didn’t as something wet and slimy was suddenly touching your lower back. The cool liquid burned against your sensitive skin as you let out a muffled cry. His long fingers rubbed the lube across your skin before sliding down to your ass. He didn’t wait a second as he slipped in his middle finger.
The stretch caused you to gasp, leaning down further into the bed. Keiji’s free hand grabbed your hip and pulled it up more. His refusal to talk was both hot and terrifying. Each touch was a shock.
“Xiansheng…” You pitifully whined out, a stray tear sliding down your cheek. Would he even listen if you asked him to be gentle? You decided to bite back into the pillow, shutting yourself up.
Keiji didn’t respond and continued to rub at your warm walls. He slipped in another finger, stretching you out. His fingers reached in deep until it rubbed against a certain spot inside you. Your eyes widen as you let out a miffed cry. Keiji stilled for a moment.
He experimentally pressed down on the spot. The two fingers gently massaged and rubbed around the edge. Your legs twitched as you struggled to keep your moans down. Each touch earned a gasp. Your hands were practically tearing at the bedsheets now as your cock was leaking precum.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you grunted, cum coating the bedsheets beneath you.
Keiji let out an amused huff. A spank to your right cheek caused you to gasp. Your body immediately collapsed, your legs giving out. You whined into the pillow as Keiji delivered another harsh spank to your left cheek. Despite the pain, your cock was already twitching alive beneath your stomach.
“You look pathetic.” Keiji finally spoke, pulling his fingers out of you. You whined at the loss. “This isn’t really a punishment since you’re enjoying it so much. Maybe you wanted this type of punishment all along.” he leaned over you, his lips teasing the tip of your ear.
“Such a slut. You only wanted sex in the end.”
“No…” A choked sob left you as you felt his cock slowly push inside of you.
“No? But look at you, so tight, I can’t even fit.” He pressed down on the curve of your back as he continued to thrust his cock’s full length inside. “You could’ve just asked if all you wanted was a quick fuck.”
You whimpered, burying your face into the pillow at his words.
“But,” he laughed into your ear. “I would’ve never said yes to someone like you. You disgust me.”
Your eyes widen. His words were ringing in your ears as he began to slowly thrust in and out. He gripped your waist, lifting your lower body up so he could keep you still. But even as your body shook with each thrust–you couldn’t feel it.
It was as if you were frozen in time. Just hearing his words over and over again.
You hadn’t even realized you were wailing until he pulled out. Your body shook with your heavy cries as he flipped you over to lay on your body. Much to your shock he pulled you onto his lap and made you rest your head on his shoulder. You eagerly clung to his warmth, nails digging into his skin as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, that was too much.” He whispered, his hands rubbing comforting circles on your back.
“Xiansheng… do I…?” You couldn’t even finish your sentence.
“No. You don’t. I’m sorry, I got too angry.” Keiji sighed, gently pushing you up from his chest. You fought against that, using all your strength but he won in the end. He stared up at you as you looked away, knowing that you must've looked like a mess.
“(Name).” He said, his voice soft. You finally looked down at him, surprised to see him gazing up at you with a fond expression. “I’m angry. I’m hurt. I hated finding out that this past month was a prank to you.”
“It wasn’t–!”
“But I also liked reading your messages. I liked reading through the nonsense you sent me after a long day. I liked seeing the rare pictures you sent me, hoping you’d hopefully send me one of yourself. Sending those voice notes to help you sleep was fun. You’re the only notification I'd get on some days. These few days without it, I realized I didn’t want everything to go back to how it was before. So, yes, I’m hurt, and it may take me a while to truly forgive you… but I don’t want you gone from my life.”
He patted you on the back, his expression suddenly neutral. You blinked, shocked at how fast he could change expressions. But when you stared at him a little longer, you could see the slight embarrassment in his eyes.
“Hasumi,” you whispered, “really?”
“Do I need to repeat myself? Because I won’t.” He said, his softness all gone within seconds.
But you didn’t care. You grinned despite the tears staining your face as you leaned down and pulled him into a kiss. Keiji’s eyes widened before he easily returned it. The kiss started out as a simple peck, slowly turning into a hungry kiss as Keiji’s hands gripped your waist. He guided you to lay back down on the bed, hands sliding down to grab your legs and push them up.
You moaned into the kiss, gripping at his hair as he tilted your head back, sucking on your tongue.
He struggled to find your hole without pulling away from the kiss before, thrusting back inside you, the now dried lube no longer offering an easy thrust. You groaned, pulling away from the kiss as you moved to grip at the bedsheets.
Keiji watched you as he leaned back, moving one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. He gripped the other leg tightly as he slowly began to thrust inside of you. Now you could truly pay attention to the stretch. His cock stretching you full as he teased the same spot from earlier.
“Hasumi,” you sighed out.
“Keiji.” He responded, pressing a kiss to your calf, biting at the skin. He smirked as your leg jerked at the bite. “If you’re going to be screaming my name out, it needs to be my name… or Xiansheng.”
Your face felt hot as you stared up at him with wide eyes.
“Keiji…” The name felt a little foreign on your tongue.
Keiji tightened his grip on your thigh as he began to keep a steady rhythm, thrusting into you. You whimpered and gasped at each thrust–the slight burn from earlier no longer affecting you. Your ass stung whenever his hips slapped into you. Somehow the pain only made you cry louder.
“Keiji, Keiji,” you uttered his name like a prayer, reaching down to grip his hand. Keiji released your legs, moving them to wrap around his waist as he grabbed both of your wrists. One of his hands easily engulfed them both. You whimpered, flinching as his thrusts slowed, purposely pushing them in deep.
At this pace, his cock was stuck at rubbing that spot. You weren’t even sure what that spot was but it had to be something sensitive. The constant teasing sent you into a frenzy as you arched your back, crying out. You needed to cum at this point, your cock leaking dejectedly on your stomach.
“Xiaojie?” Keiji questioned, a teasing glint in his eyes as he leaned in close.
You tried to glare at him but he only hummed.
“Scream as loud as you want,” he said, a serious look in his eyes as he leaned back. His grip suddenly tightened as you tried to comprehend what he could be doing.
The sudden force caused you to gasp, your body shaking as he slammed into you. Then, he began to fuck into you with a sudden rise in stamina.
Loud, choked moans left your throat as you watched his hips slam into you with no hesitation. He was silent with a hungry glint in his eyes as he kept a tight grip on you.
He kept you close to him even as you tried to pull away for just a second. Your moans being punched out as your back arches up from the bed.
You couldn’t even say a word.
It didn’t take long for you to cum, an almost pained cry leaving you at the pleasure. But he didn’t slow down even as you whined at the overstimulation.
Your sensitive cock bounced against your stomach as your body shook with each harsh thrust. It was almost hard to breathe at this point.
This had to have been a punishment.
“Stop squirming.” Keiji grunted out, using his free hand to push down on your chest, keeping you still. He pulled all the way out before slamming right back inside.
You shrieked as warm cum began to coat your sensitive insides. Your body went limp once he finally slowed down. It was a struggle to breathe.
“You think I’m done?” Keiji suddenly said, taking off his glasses. He placed them on the nightstand. You watched with weary eyes as he slowly slipped off his shirt, his gaze filled with hunger.
“I still have a lot of pent up anger, Xiaojie. Didn’t you say you could handle it?”
You gulped.
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“That’s him, isn’t it?” Ken asked, watching as you and his mother began talking outside of the hospital room.
“Mhm.” Keiji simply hummed.
“You’re really gonna allow him in the house? Why didn’t you beat him up?”
Keiji rolled his eyes. “Not everything needs to end in a fist fight.”
“Hmph. So you’re just gonna use him like a slave for the week? I guess that’s something…”
“No.”
“No?”
Keiji looked over at his brother. “That wouldn’t hurt him.”
“What will?”
“Ignoring him. Making him feel like I’ll leave him. That’ll make him understand the hurt he has caused me.”
Ken shook his head. “Oof. Psychological. You’re scary, bro.”
Keiji simply smirked. “It’s only fair, don’t you think?”
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You winced, burying your face into the pillow. Keiji muttered an apology as he continued rubbing your sore ass with numbing cream.
“What you said earlier,” Keiji said, looking down at you. “Wǒ? Wǒ shī?”
“Wǒ xǐhuān nǐ.” You corrected, looking over at him. “You learned some of the basics but not that?”
“What does it mean?”
You smirked. “Xiansheng, are you stupid?”
“Did you just ask if I’m stupid?”
“So you know that but not xǐhuān?!”
“Tell me.”
You pointed at his phone. “Use the translator.”
Keiji rolled his eyes but grabbed his phone, putting on a translator. He moved to hand it over to you but you grabbed his wrist instead of the phone, bringing it close to your lips.
You gazed up at him as you pressed the mic. Your eyes focused solely on him.
Wǒ xǐhuān nǐ
I like you
The translator repeated after you in Japanese. Keiji blinked as he stared down at you. You briefly wondered if he was angry when he dropped his phone and surged forward, pulling you into a kiss.
You grinned into the kiss, giggling. A sudden moan left you as his hand trailed down your back to your ass, squeezing the sore muscles. You winced and pulled back to stare at him in shock.
“One more round.” He simply said, already leaning forward.
He easily flipped you to lay on your back as he moved to straddle you, folding your legs upward.
You didn’t put up much of a fight as he claimed you again… and again for the rest of the night.
Ken closed the house front door, holding the house dog, Kokoko, in his arms. He looked back at Haruto—his not-boyfriend—and sighed.
“Can I stay over… for a few more days? Please?”
“Uh, yeah… it doesn’t sound like they’re stopping any time soon.”
I wrote so many notes on what was gonna happen and then end up not using any of it lol
a bit nervous, considering i’ve never sent an ask here before…if you’re comfortable with it, can you do a popular gyaruo reader x an emo loser who tutors the reader? theyre good friends, they’ve been friends for years. and like, theyre studying in the emo’s bedroom, when he leaves to go to the bathroom and m/n somehow comes across the emo’s notes on how much he’s obsessed with the reader and wants to feminize and dumbify him and freak shit like that. then emo comes back and gets mad at him for snooping thru his shit, and then they have sex!!
but if you don’t want to do it, just ignore this ask lol!! no need to do it if you don’t want to!!
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w.c › 6.7k
warnings › bottom male reader. OC.
kinks › lite feminization, manhandling, dumbification, degradation, dubcon
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“You and Matsuda-San are friends?”
That was how everyone, no matter their age, would react when you brought up Matsuda Kota casually in conversation. You were quite the persona since middle school. Going against the dress code to fit your gyaruo style. Kota, however, was quiet.
Some labeled him an ‘emo’ but he just had long black hair and mostly wore black clothing. At least that’s what he would say. His hair was so long that his bangs regularly covered his face.
You wore black clothing too—but they were often paired with bold pieces. You wore black eyeliner to make your eyes pop. It was only in university when you were able to go full out in being a gyaruo—a male version of a gyaru. Though you were on the more simple side of the aesthetic.
The full makeup and outfit took so much effort that you only did it on rare occasions. Or whenever you were in the mood to sit in front of a mirror for over an hour.
Your parents were lacking in the usual strictness that older Japanese people were known for. So you basically wild out—a stark contract to Kota whose parents were so overly strict it was concerning.
That’s probably why he spent most of his time over at your house. The two of you met in middle school. By pure accident.
You were sent to your homeroom teacher’s office for being caught with eyeliner. After a stern talking to and being shoved outside of the room with some wet wipes—you were too busy wiping your eyes to notice Kota standing in front of you.
It was only in middle school that you were taller than him. You bumped right into him, causing him to crash to the ground. His bento box spilling all over the floor.
“Woah! I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.” You kneeled down and carelessly began scooping up the food with your bare hands, dumping them into the bento box. “Five second—”
“I’m not eating that.” Kota rudely interrupted you.
You blinked, finally glancing up to look at him. He had an ugly bowl cut and thick rimmed glasses that looked too big for his face.
“Pfft—!”
Your lips clamped shut as you quickly covered your mouth. Eyes wide while Kota’s narrowed.
“I don’t know why you’re laughing. You look ridiculous too.”
Kota huffed. He roughly grabbed his bento box from your hand and walked away. You stood up and looked to your left, seeing your reflection in the window.
He was right.
The makeup was all smudge—giving you perfect raccoon eyes. A laugh left your lips. It was honestly a look. You rushed after Kota and wrapped your arm around his neck. He grunted and tried to push you off but you used your height to rest your chin on his head.
“Since we both look ridiculous, we should hang out!”
Kota groaned. “What are you—?”
“My name is Togami (Name). But you can call me (Name), no one calls me Togami.”
“We just met, why—”
“Because it’s sooo boring. My name is so much better than Togami. Don’t you agree?”
“Well—”
“Anyway, what’s your name?”
“Matsuda Kota, why—”
“Can I call you Kota?”
“Are you going to keep interrupting me??” Kota yelled out, stopping you both in your tracks. You stared down at him before grinning slyly.
“Sorry, Kota-kun~ keep talking, keep talking. I think I really like you!”
“I didn’t give you permission—”
“Lunch’s almost over! Hurry, we don’t want to be late for class!”
“I said stop interrupting me!”
The rest was history. Which led to where you are now. University. You were able to dress up more and didn’t have to worry about getting in trouble with teachers for a little bit of eyeliner.
You and Kota decided to rent an apartment together. With your parents' help mostly. They were retired and had a decent amount of savings. Kota paid for everything else that your parents didn’t cover. You were just there to decorate the apartment.
Kota really didn’t care about that type of stuff. His bedroom was bare. Really bare. It looked exactly how it looked before you both moved in. The decoration he had in there was from you. Though he rarely allowed you in his room.
The apartment was covered in a lot of furry furniture. Black, brown, and gold. Leopard print… it was a mess but also somehow worked for the chaotic vibe you were going for. Your bedroom was the only real mess.
In any case, you and Kota lived together fairly well. Despite everyone being shocked that the two of you were even friends. You were outgoing and nice–Kota was quiet and a little bit rude. Everyone called you by your first name… no one but you could call Kota by his first name.
It actually got you into hot water once with Kota.
“You can call me (Name), I don’t mind!” You proudly said, grinning at your clubmate. You and Kota joined the photography club to kill some time. The club was meeting at a restaurant as a way to get to know everyone.
Everyone said their introduction. Kota’s was as bland as ever while you were practically bursting with excitement. You were sitting beside some guy–you couldn’t remember his name–and was telling him that he didn’t have to be formal with you.
A loud clink of glass hitting the table startled everyone even with the bustling sounds of people excitedly chatting. Eyes were all on Kota. His beer glass had a small crack on the bottom, the yellow beer slowly seeping free all over the table. He calmly grabbed some napkins and dabbed at the liquid.
“Uh, waiter!” The club leader waved someone down and pointed to the pointed glass.
You only watched Kota, blinking as he seemed to not even react to anything. Not when the waiter carefully took away the glass. Not as a few other clubmates wiped away the mess. Not when a new beer glass was placed in front of Kota.
Kota only grabbed a skewer of meat from the shared plate in the center of the table. He took a small bite, his gaze not even flickering over to you. It took a minute before everyone began to talk like normally, as if nothing happened.
As soon as the club leader had mentioned that everyone should start heading home–you were roughly grabbed by the arm and tugged to stand up. Everyone watched in silence as Kota grabbed your coat and backpack without a word.
He draped your coat around your body, buttoning it without allowing you to properly put it on. Your arms were restricted but he didn’t seem to care. Kota nodded his head at everyone, wrapping an arm around your waist and guided you outside.
“Kota. Kota, I can’t move my arms,” you tried to push your arms through the sleeves but Kota kept pulling you forward. His hand tightening his grip on the curve of your hip. “Kota!”
He hummed. “Does everyone need to call you by your first name?” His words suddenly stop you in your tracks. It was only now that he actually stopped as well. You both were far from the restaurant by now.
“I let everyone do that.” You muttered, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“Maybe you shouldn’t.”
“Where… is this coming from?”
Kota looked you in the eye. There looked to be something there… the need to say something. Something that could possibly change things. But he only shook his head.
“Forget it.” He removed his hand from your waist, finally allowing you to properly wear your coat. You follow behind him as you slip the coat into place. His words swirled around in your head but you didn’t say anything.
You still allowed people to call you by your first name. At least the people you had already allowed to but for some reason, anyone new had to call you by your last name.
Nothing was said. It just happened.
But you couldn’t forget the one time Kota had overheard you introducing yourself to a new member of the photography club.
“Hi, I’m Togami (Name). You can call me Togami or Toga!” You said, smiling wide as you excitedly shook their hand. Your gaze flickered to Kota who was standing right beside you and his expression was pure smug.
A small smirk tugged on his lips. Big enough that even another member noticed and asked Kota what he was thinking about to smile like that.
Kota only hummed. “Nothing.”
That was really the only time Kota had ever been mean towards you. Or at least angry. Afterwards he didn’t use any force on you again. Which really made you wonder what upset him that badly.
But you never brought it up again.
“If you want at least a B, you’ll need to get an 80% on the final exam, Togami-San.”
You groaned, rubbing at your face. Your grades in college were decent. Could be better but decent. Your parents were just happy you weren’t flunking. The fact you even went to college surprised them and your entire family.
It wasn’t like you didn’t care but you didn’t go above and beyond like others. You studied like twice a week. Each time before an exam you studied a bit and somehow that allowed you to continuously get Bs and A minuses.
Good enough. Some would kill for that.
However your studying method was proving to be useless for one class. The one class where you had your first ever D.
Organic chemistry.
Now why are you taking organic chemistry?
Well because you’re dumb.
Dumb enough to not realize that you signed up for the wrong class until it was too late and you had to continue taking it. You were a literature major! Why would you ever need organic chemistry?
“It’s okay, (Name)-Chan~” Hinata, your classmate, gave you a wide grin. “Maybe you should do tutoring.”
“Tutoring?” Another one of your classmates chirped in, Genki. He was a fellow gyaruo who put more effort into everyday makeup in comparison to you. A true legend. “What (Name) needs is a miracle.”
Hinata rolled her eyes. “Don’t make it worse. You’ll stress him out. I know someone who took organic chemistry as a freshman and actually passed with a 99%!”
“99%? Woah,” Genki’s mouth dropped while you perked up at her claim. “How—? That professor is strict. How'd that kid pass?”
“Don’t know but he was even the teacher assistant last year. He’s good, really good. But he doesn’t just tutor anyone.” Hinata turned her gaze over to you. “You might have to really beg for it.”
You frowned, “beg…? Ah, it can’t be helped. I’m not failing that final exam!” There was no way you’d let this class ruin your semi perfect record of As and Bs. “Where can I find him?”
“He’s an engineering major! My friend said he’s currently a teacher assistant for engineering 101, class should be ending right now. Go stop him before he leaves!”
The thought of having to beg some stranger to hopefully pass your class was a little stressful. Technically your whole life was up to this one dude.
And judging by how Hinata had described him—he wasn’t exactly the helping type.
He already reminded you of Kota.
Ah, Kota.
A giddy smile pulled on your lips at the thought of him. It’s already been three years of living with him and you had begun to realize you had a crush on him. Nothing serious at the moment but it certainly was something.
You found yourself doing more things for him. Making him lunch or dinner. He wasn’t a breakfast person so you never forced that. Two days ago you even bought him a leather jacket that reminded you of him. Though you still haven’t given it to him yet.
You’ve given him things before. Especially not an expensive leather jacket. It was around ¥291,500. Nothing cheap at all. But it was real leather with fluffy fur around the collar.
Perfect for winter that was right around the corner.
Thinking about Kota, you began wondering what you should make him for dinner. You stood outside the classroom door just as students began to walk out.
“(Name).”
“Kota?” You blinked, looking over to see Kota standing right beside you. Your head tilted as you blinked. “You’re taking this class as a junior?”
Kota fixed the strap of his bag as he raised an eyebrow. “I’m the teaching assistant.”
“Ah!”
Well looks like luck was on your side after all.
You grinned and rushed to his side, grasping his arm with your hands. “Kotaaaa~”
Kota only hummed and looked down at you. The height difference wasn’t by much. Your head was the perfect height to rest on his shoulders—which you constantly took advantage of.
“Can you tutor me? In organic chemistry? I heard you passed the class and I need to get an 80% on the final exam to even pass the class. Please, please, please—”
“Sure.” He interrupted you.
You blinked.
That was really easy.
Well, getting him to tutor you was easy but he wasn’t an easy tutor at all.
“If you can’t even memorize this then don’t even bother showing up to take the exam.”
“Kotaaaa.”
“Try again.”
It had only been a week and you were pooped. Kota didn’t let up. Each day after dinner, you’d spend almost two hours sitting at the dining table as he tutored you. No breaks, no days off.
And yes you were certainly learning and retaining information… but you were also tired.
“67%,” he said, placing the mock final exam he made you take on the table after grading it. Despite his rough tone—you knew he was semi happy about your progress in just one week. “I’ll test you again next week.”
You sighed. Better than nothing. You used to get 20-30% on the exams. This was an improvement.
Kota cleaned up the dining table while you placed your head on the table. You were only going to close your eyes for a second. But soon you found yourself in bed. Hands tugging up your shirt.
“Kota?” You groggily whined, placing your hand over his. His hand was larger than yours. He stopped what he was doing and leaned away a bit.
“You’re awake?” He asked. You felt his hand slipping away but you quickly tightened your grip. With sluggish movements, you tugged his hand up, making him gently cup your face.
He didn’t stop you nor did he say anything. If you weren’t struggling to even stay awake, you would’ve noticed his thumb gently rubbing circles on your cheek.
“I got something for you.” You whispered.
“Like what? Is it a thanks for tutoring you?”
You weakly shook your head. “No. It’s…” your voice trailed off, eyes struggling to stay open. “It’s just for you. Because I like you. It’s underneath my bed.”
“Don’t fall asleep.” He gently tapped your cheek. “You still have makeup on.”
“I like you… didn’t you hear me?”
“Mhm.” Was all he said in response.
The rest of that moment was a blur. You remembered feeling makeup remover wipes on your face. Kota grabbed the box from underneath your bed but he didn’t open it in front of you. Your eyes were basically closed by then.
He whispered something and then you were fast asleep.
Another two weeks passed. It was uneventful. Kota continued tutoring you and you made significant progress. Your little puppy crush was beginning to grow by the minute. Especially now that you two were spending most nights together.
You didn’t have to ask about the jacket because not even a day later you saw him wearing it. It made you so giddy that you almost laughed right in front of Kota. Luckily you managed to hold it in.
Despite organic chemistry being the worst class you’ve ever taken—you certainly had to thank it for allowing you the opportunity to be near Kota for such long hours.
However there was something you began to notice.
Kota didn’t allow you in his bedroom.
At first you didn’t notice because well it’s not like he comes into yours. You both were close but still wanted the bedrooms to be your own personal space. But now that you two were studying together for a long period of time… you and Kota would sometimes study in your bedroom.
It was a mess, obviously, but Kota didn’t seem to mind.
But it was like his room was off limits before you could ever ask.
Nothing was wrong with that per se… at least at first. Until you finally realize it when Kota always keeps his door locked. The door was always closed and even locked sometimes.
That’s strange, right?
Was he hiding something?
What would someone like Kota have to hide? He’s such a normal guy at the end of the day. You were the one that had more to hide but your day was basically left wide open at all times. Even when you were changing.
Like right now.
You slipped on your boxers, yawning. The thought of looking for some pajamas felt like a hassle. Your body was tired and even struggling to stand up straight.
“Where did I put it…” you whispered mostly to yourself, rubbing your shirtless chest. It was certainly a sight to behold. Your makeup was only semi cleaned off, your eyeliner was being stubborn and your lips were stained from left over lipstick. It’s kind of why you never wear lipstick that often.
It always stained your lips.
Just like your clothes, your pajamas were also heavily influenced by gyaruo clothing. You even dabbled a bit in more feminine pajamas. Simply only because male pajamas were boring half the time.
You knelt down and grabbed your silk shirt. It was plain black but felt nice to sleep in. “Pants… where’s my pants?” You spun around, now facing the doorway when you finally noticed that you weren’t alone.
Kota was watching.
He looked like he had just finished taking a shower. Hair still damped while the towel laid around his neck. An old beaten up white t-shirt and black sweatpants. His bangs covered his right eye entirely.
You gulped. Your own semi nudity was the last thing on your mind. Just the fact of seeing Kota in clothes that didn’t cover his body entirely. Nothing baggy that hid his muscles. You were allowed to see everything.
Almost everything.
Your bottom lip caught between your teeth. You didn’t even realize just how bad you were ogling him. Though it seemed to be mutual when you glanced up at his face.
Kota was staring at you. Really staring at you. His gaze flickering from your thighs to your chest. You still hadn’t slipped the shirt on yet.
Feeling yourself heat up from his strong gaze, you slipped the silk shirt on. That finally broke the spell as Kota quickly looked away. He began quickly drying his hair.
You finally found your pants, right near your dirty hamper. They were actually shorts. A matching pair to the shirt. You stepped into them and it was basically the same length as your tight boxers. These were one of your more feminine pajamas.
“Well,” you spoke, blinking slightly as you glanced over at Kota. “Uhh,” your lips pursed together. Hands wringing together. “Can I ask you something, Kota?”
He hummed. His eyes still focusing on anything but you.
“Can we… maybe study in your room one day?”
That caught his attention. His eyes snapping over to you. “Why?”
You froze. This was probably one of the first times Kota ever pushed back against a request of yours. Usually you could just say one word and he’d do it without hesitation. Not even asking why you want to do a certain thing.
It wasn’t always like that—that behavior didn’t start until high school.
“Oh well…” your voice trailed off. There was technically no reason. Or really any good reason. “Uhm, I just… want to change the environment.”
“We can study at the library.”
“Kota.” A pout on your lips. “I don’t wanna. I like being at home.”
“Then we can study on the balcony.”
That did sound nice.
You sighed. “Then… if I pass with an 89% can I celebrate in your bedroom?”
Kota raised an eyebrow. His face was neutral but you could tell he was getting agitated. The slight twitch in his upper lip, the way his grip tightened on the towel. “89%? That’s high.”
“Yeah, so if I do that good, then you have to grant my wish.”
“Why do you want to do that? Be in my room so badly?”
You were nosy, that was certainly the main reason.
But instead of saying that…
You said, “because I want to be in your scent.”
Which, in hindsight, was one of the stupidest things you had ever said.
I want to be in your scent? What did that even mean?
It was one of the strangest things you’ve ever said. And you were known for being weird to Kota.
Oh well—you couldn’t dwell on it too much because to your shock, you did it.
“How??” Hinata and Genki stared at the final exam paper in shock. There, written in bright red ink, was the percentage 90. You had done better than you had even thought was possible.
You simply smirked. “I managed to get that tutor you told me about.” Was all you said before heading straight home.
Kota was home, luckily enough. You had bought some take out and a case of beer. A smug smile on your lips as you walked over to where he was sitting on the couch.
He closed his book as soon as he saw you. His gaze solely focused on you. Your cheeks felt a little hot from his gaze but you straightened your posture. You placed the food and drinks on the center table.
“I took the exam.” You reached into your bag, excitedly pulling the exam paper out. The paper was folded as you handed it over to him. He took it, you excitedly sat down beside him and inched close, wanting to see his exact expression once he saw your score.
Kota opened the paper and despite the fact his face didn’t move an inch, you could tell he was proud. “Amazing.” He simply said, placing the paper on the center table. “How do you want to celebrate?”
You pursed your lips, eyes looking to where Kota’s bedroom was located. There was nothing else that needed to be said. Kota got the hint immediately.
Kota’s bedroom was the exact same as you remembered. The last time you had seen it in its full glory was maybe a month after you both moved in. To say it had no personality was an understatement.
It didn’t feel lived in if it weren’t for his studying material all over his desk. You plopped down on his bed as he sat at his desk, placing the items you brought on the surface. He glanced over at you with an unamused expression.
“This is all you wanted to see?”
You eagerly nodded your head. “Well yes.”
“You’re weird.” He opened a bottle of beer with a bottle opener. “Enjoy my scent.”
Your cheeks felt hot.
Kota’s room really was uneventful. He didn’t even have a tv. You stuck to watching something on your phone. About an hour or two passed when Kota excused himself to the bathroom.
You only huffed and moved to rest more comfortably on the bed when you felt something poke your back. It felt like a notebook. Underneath his pillow was a small little notebook—a diary was your first thought.
Now, did you originally plan to snoop around Kota’s room? No, you did not.
But now that you had the opportunity to possibly read his diary were you going to miss it?
No.
While you might be able to understand Kota’s expressions after spending so many years with him—it was too tempting to be able to read about his thoughts.
Who was he talking about? Jealousy bubbled deep within you. Who was lucky enough to be the object of Kota’s affection? It wasn’t like he talked to many people that weren’t you.
You gasped as the diary was roughly ripped from your hands. It was there you came face to face with an overly pissed Kota. A first. The last time you ever saw Kota this angry, his face actually showing the full emotion, was back in middle school.
Your stomach began to twist into knots. The idea of angering Kota this much hadn’t even crushed your mind. Sure you were pushy sometimes but you never wanted to ever make him feel this way.
It was silent. Your mind raced a mile a minute. But nothing left your lips.
Kota let out a humorless laugh. Another first. He stared down at you. “Are you weirded out?”
“Huh?” A soft gasp left your lips. Your eyes flickering up to stare at him. He towered over you. You sat on your knees on the bed.
He waved the diary. “You read what was in this.” His voice sharp. “You’re weirded out, right? You want me to leave don’t you?”
“Why—? Why would I want that?” You quickly moved to stand up but Kota grabbed your shoulder and shoved you back down. It should’ve upset you that he put his hands on you but you felt your cock twitch in your pants.
“Stop acting dumb.” He carelessly tossed the diary behind him. His eyes never left you. The intensity in his eyes scared you but also made you incredibly horny. Who knew he could act like this? “You read it, you saw what I wanted to do. Degrade, feminize, and dumbify—you saw it, didn’t you? Don’t spare my feelings.”
You quickly shook your head. “I wouldn’t… I wouldn't judge what you… do in your free time.”
Kota froze. He raised an eyebrow before leaning further down. You leaned back until your back bumped into the wall, effectively caging you in.
Your heart was beating so fast you were sure he could hear it. You clamped your legs together. Why was this actually doing something for you?
“How did you get that 90% on the exam?” He finally spoke.
“Huh?”
“You. I want to degrade you.” His hands pressed on either side of the wall, gaze harsh. “I want to make you pretty, only to ruin you for anyone else. Who else would I ever want to see naked beneath me?”
“…huh…? Kota…?”
Kota sighed. “I’ll move out as soon as possible.” Was all he said as he began to pull away.
“Wait—!” You grabbed his shirt and tugged him back towards you. The force causing him to accidentally bump his nose against yours. “Ow,” a whine left your lips but you quickly pushed through the pain. “Why… why are you going to leave me?”
“Did you not understand a word that I said?” Kota responded, his tone exasperated.
“I did. I did and I don’t mind. I like you! Didn’t you know that? I told you…”
Kota tilted his head. His gaze focused solely on you. “You always tell me that you like me. Was I supposed to believe that one time was different?”
You frowned. “Well I did mean it differently. I meant that I like like you.”
“You like like me?”
“Mhm.”
Kota laughed. You were seeing a whole new side to him. “Do you like me enough to let me do whatever I want to you?” He asked, his voice deep. There were simple words but somehow they felt heavy in your chest. It didn’t feel like it was a simple easy thing to agree to.
He seemed mad but not that mad that you thought he would’ve been. It felt different. A scary different. But not scary enough that you didn’t nod your head in agreement to his words.
“I need to hear a yes.” He said.
“…Yes.” You whispered. “I really like you.”
For the first time ever, Kota’s lips pulled into a wide smirk.
Your cock twitched at the sight.
You would’ve never expected that Kota would be the kinky type. Honestly you ever really expected that he’d be into sex… or anyone really. He didn’t seem like the type. It’s why you didn’t expect anything to happen from your feelings.
But here you were, hands tied together above your head with Kota’s belt. Undressed—your boxers being the only clothes you were allowed left.
Kota didn’t say anything at first. He had silently tied your wrists together, manhandling you to rest on the bed. His hands gripped your skin. It felt harsh and rough but it didn’t scare you.
“Kota…” You whispered.
He was silently taking in your body. His hand slowly tracing up and down. As his hand reached your inner thigh—you let out a gasp. Your legs clamped together as your cheeks heat up and feel hot to the touch.
“Kota… are you mad?”
“No,” he answered. His hand squeezed your thigh before he reached his other hand and grasped your other leg. He easily parted your legs open, it happened so fast you didn’t even register it until your legs touched the bed.
Kota sighed. His gaze flickered up to look you in the eye. “I’m not going to do everything I ever wanted.” He said. That somehow disappointed you. “I don’t want to rush this… not now.”
“Rush?”
“(Name),” he whispered your name as if he was worshipping you like a God. So soft and tender though his eyes held a certain hunger that made your stomach clench. “I’ve always wanted you to cry on my cock—letting your makeup mess up your face.”
“Really?” You couldn’t help but grin. “Is that why whenever you saw me with my makeup a mess, you’d get quiet?”
Kota didn’t respond. He moved to sit between your legs. “When we moved in together, I thought I’d have to deal with you bringing in random people to have sex… or maybe even get a boyfriend. How lucky am I that you aren’t able to date anyone?”
“Hey, I was single on purpose!”
“Sure.”
You frowned but before you could say anything else Kota pushed your legs forward. A strained grunt left your lips. The stretch was a little unnatural—not a position you’ve ever done before.
“Since it’s our first time, I’ll be nice. Okay?”
“You’re a virgin?” You muttered, blinking slightly.
“Aren’t you?”
“Ah,” you quickly looked away, biting your bottom lip. “Not… exactly.”
It was silent.
Too silent.
“Kota…?”
The sound of fabric tearing caused you to cry out in shock. You looked over to see Kota focused solely on your legs. Your boxers were torn open, the cool air teasing your hole. Embarrassment shot through your body when you realized Kota would have a perfect view of a certain something in your ass.
Finally, your little secret was revealed.
“(Name)…” Kota chuckled, his voice deep. His index finger circled around your sensitive rim. Your body shook from the touch. “Is this a butt plug?”
So, it wasn’t as if you expected sex today. You had just wanted to be a little… adventurous today. After your exam you had actually come home first before going back out to buy the food and beer. Just for fun.
It was a small plug. Only stretched you a little bit to where you could feel it if you shifted just right. But other than that it didn’t feel like anything was inside you.
Really the only thing you expected tonight was using your dildo late at night as you imagined Kota fucking you instead. Luck was really on your side today.
“Did you wear this all day? Even when you took your exam?” Kota grasped the edge of the plug, slowly tugging it out. You gasped—tugging at the restraints around your wrists. “Did you masturbate like a pervert, hoping no one would notice you rocking in the chair, trying to focus on the exam while making sure the plug hit your prostate?”
With a simple shift, the tip of the plug pressed directly on your prostate. A loud moan left your throat. You wanted to tell him that he was wrong. That he was making stuff up. Degrading you.
But the continuous, slow rub against your prostate took over your thoughts. All you could focus on was gasping and moaning in response. Nothing else could escape your lips. Your cock twitched. It was still covered inside your tight boxers.
“Kota,” you mewled.
“Such a slut. Is that why you’re so flashy?” He asked, pressing down on your prostate. “You want everyone’s attention on you. Not just your looks but also from your sex appeal? So perverted, Togami (Name).”
You sniffled. Your wrists tried to break free from the belt but somehow it was wrapped tightly. You could only bring your hands down to try and cover your face from Kota’s intense stare.
“Am I not enough?” Kota moved up, his body now towering over you. His free hand grasped your wrists and tugged your arms to rest above your head once more. “Do you need everyone else’s attention? I’m not enough for you?”
You quickly shook your head. The words escaped you—only broken wet moans leaving your parted lips.
“Fine.” An almost pained laugh left Kota. “They can look…” he leaned down, his breath teasing your face. “But you’ll always be mine. Only I can see you, touch you, and ruin you, do you understand?”
Kota pulled back when you didn’t respond. His glare sharp as he roughly pulled the butt plug out. He tossed it behind himself. “Answer me with words.”
“Mhm, ngh,” you nodded your head. It was hard to speak, your throat was already dry. You haven’t even been fucked yet and you already felt tired. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
You let out a shuddered moan. Your legs wrapping around Kota’s waist. It felt so sinful for you to be practically nude while Kota was still dressed. He was wearing a black sweater and black pants—his usual winter clothing.
“You’re perfect for me, (Name)… I don’t even need to prepare you.” Kota unbuttoned his pants. His gaze focused solely on you. “I won’t be nice. I’m going to fuck you and if you manage to cum, good. If not…” his voice trailed off.
The thought that he wasn’t even going to try and make sure you would come too. To just use you for his own pleasure… made your whole body shiver.
Shit, you were really learning new things about yourself.
Kota was never known for being particularly nice. Sure he did nice things for you but that never meant he wasn’t a little rude to you still. Even if you were his favorite person. He had no issue degrading you. And it was shocking to yourself that you didn’t mind it at all.
He didn’t fuck you nice and slow. He didn’t slowly ease inside you or anything like that. Your hole was still dripping from the lube and allowed for a semi easy entrance. Though his cock was bigger than your small butt plug.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The stretch felt otherworldly. Kota grasped your face, pushing your head down into the pillow as he began thrusting in an easy rhythm.
The slap of skin filled the room. Your gasps and moans came out in rough staccato. Toes curling as you bite your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
“K-Kota…” you cried out.
Kota pushed your head further into the pillow as his thrusts began to pick up speed. He was unforgiving—obviously chasing his own orgasm. True to his words he didn’t aim for your prostate nor did he touch your cock.
He was fucking you got his own pleasure.
“Mhm?” He grunted out. His thumb brushing against your lips, pushing them apart. “Does it feel good? Are you enjoying yourself?”
Each thrust sent a shock throughout your body. The sound of skin slapping, bed creaking from each thrust into your tight heat. It was sending you into a frenzy. You could’ve sworn that he was purposely avoiding your prostate. Just barely teasing it to cause a shiver in your body before ignoring it once more.
It was degrading. He was treating you like a toy.
You smiled slightly, eyes glancing up at Kota. He was a sight to behold. His eyes almost fully covered from his long bangs. He was sweating but still hadn’t made the effort to take off his sweater.
The jeans rubbed against your ass, chafing the skin. You’d certainly cry about it later but now it only served to make you moan. Every little thing he did that only served to please himself and not you… made your toes curl.
“Hey,” Kota cut in. “I asked if you’re enjoying it?” His voice deep and held an air of dominance.
A strained laugh left you, punched out in tandem with a particularly harsh thrust that almost sent you hitting the headboard. Your bottom lip was cut. A little bit of blood coated both lips and some on your teeth.
“Yeah,” you breathed out. Your eyes struggled to stay open, fingers curling to grip the pillow beneath you for a sense of purchase. “Love it so much.” An almost exasperated laugh left you.
Kota’s thrusts slowed down. His grip on your face almost loosened. He certainly didn’t expect such an answer from you. The willingness to accept his behavior as if it was a normal thing. A thing that you readily craved and enjoyed.
A perverted smirk pulled on his lips.
It was one of the widest smirks you’ve ever seen from him. With his eyes practically hidden behind his bangs—his smirk was the only thing you could use as a way to see what he was thinking. With that smile alone you knew he was happy.
Proud even.
This… was exactly what he wanted.
And how lucky was he that you wanted it just like him.
The last of his thrusts were almost cruel. He positioned his hips so his cock would tease your prostate. Barely a touch that was enough to even count as anything. You almost cried at the teasing—it was too much.
Your cock was weeping in your boxers. But you didn’t beg for Kota to start pleasuring you as well. No you enjoyed how he was fucking you. This was too fun. Better than anything you could’ve originally imagined.
Kota released his grip on your face, both hands reaching to grab your waist. He held your body still against the bed. Keeping you still as he delivered his last, harsh, heavy hitting thrusts into your ass. Each thrust earning a loud accompanying cry from you.
Hot wet cum released inside you. The fact that he didn’t even ask if he could only made you shivered in delight. A weak gasp left you. Kota spanked your ass as he pulled out. The cum slowly seeping out of your hole.
“You look beautiful like this.” Kota hummed, “next time I want to see you in full makeup when I fuck you.” He said. He grabbed your boxers, tugging them off when he stopped.
A soft humorless laugh left him.
“You actually came?”
Two fingers touched the lower half of your stomach. White cum leaking from your cock. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. You didn’t expect that this would lead you to cumming in your boxers.
But here you were.
“Of course a slut like you would come untouched.” Kota leaned over you, gently freeing your wrists from the belt. He captured your lips into a hungry kiss—not allowing you to take any sense of control.
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thinking about being on your knees alone in a grand cathedral. your eyes are closed, your hands are clasped in prayer, and you’re begging whoever’s out there to intercede for you, to purify your rotten soul. your legs are weak from how long you’ve held this position.
an unfamiliar, warm caress awakens you from your trance, but you have to strain to open your eyes. the incandescent light in front of you is almost unbearable. your corneas sting, and you can feel the beginnings of tears in your eyes.
Cry not, little one. Be not afraid.
the words echo in your head, but have no apparent source. as your sight adjusts, you can make out a shape that is just barely human. it stands between yourself and the altar you were praying to a moment ago. you could have sworn someone touched you, but the creature was much too far from you to do that. it becomes increasingly clear to you what, or who, this creature might be, and the words escape your lips before you can think any further.
“god, is that you?”
the effulgent figure laughs, or at least you think it was him. the sound seems to be coming from your own head, rather than an outside source. his voice is deep and velvety, but it had a musical quality to it.
No, lamb, for I am one of His servants.
you ponder for a moment, only to come to a stronger conclusion. your voice comes out a bit more confident this time.
“a servant of the lord? are you an angel?”
a sudden sensation of warmth fills you, much like happiness or pride. however, you sense that this emotion is not your own, and that it is merely being transferred to you.
That is correct.
his words send a shiver down your spine. tears still threaten to spill from your eyes, but no longer because of his light. rather, you am tempted to cry because due to the sheer awe that has overcome you. your heart races with divine fear of the being in front of you. electricity races through your blood and down, between your legs. you hope he doesn’t notice your growing arousal, especially since you just met the angel.
“s-so… do you have a message for me?”
Not quite, little one. I have been sent to provide an answer for your prayers.
your attempt to stifle your sinful lust is proving to be increasingly unsuccessful. all you can hope is that this angel does not know the human body well enough, so that he does not recognize your flushed cheeks or pounding heart as symptoms of desire.
“would the answer… is it not a message?”
I do not believe a human would interpret it in such a way.
suddenly, an invisible force guides you up, from your knees, and to a standing position. you feel as though you have no choice but to obey, and so you do. that same force compels you forward, the angel following close behind you. you didn’t need to ask to know what this mysterious force was.
now that you stand next to him, you are forced to confront just how much larger he is than you. he has to be at least double your own height. no wonder people are so intimidated by angels. however, he is more like a human than you expected an angel to look.
you stand in between the altar and the tabernacle, your back facing the pews. the angel comes to stand in front of you and lifts you onto the altar.
he cast both yourself and the dim cathedral in a soft glow. you was almost confident that he had toned down his brilliance so that you could bear being so close. his wings spread behind him in a grand display and a halo encircled his head. however, despite all his glory, he did not cast a shadow.
this close, the vague shape of human facial features were visible. although, they were a bit fuzzy, as if not fully realized. there were indents for eyes, the sharp point of a straight nose, and barely discernible lips.
I suppose I should make myself appear more human, if I intend to do what I wish with you.
the fuzzy edges solidified, and he was no longer a being of pure light. he had eyes like storm clouds and hair like silk. he still had his wings, but now they were formed of feathers rather than fire. you were tempted to run your fingers through them, and over his skin, to touch the divine with human flesh. his face broke into a grin and you flushed, remembering he could see your thoughts.
the angel’s robes were done up lazily, and could be pulled apart with a little tug, as if he was trying to tempt you. you could do nothing to hide your growing arousal, especially since he was right in front of you. even then, you made a pathetic attempt at covering yourself up.
he flicked your hands aside with ease, saying, “You need not hide yourself from me, little lamb. I already know how you feel.”
your face twisted in confusion, distracting from his slight teasing. “why are you speaking aloud to me if you can speak directly into my head?”
“Humans seem to be less afraid of me when I communicate in this way and in a human form. However, I do not seem to have that same problem with you. Even your tears came from a place of awe rather than fear.” one of his hands now cradled your face, as his eyes gazed into yours like you were the divine being here. he scoffed slightly as you leaned into his touch without apprehension, scooting infinitesimally towards him. “You are a curiosity amongst your kind, my dear. That is precisely how you managed to catch my attention. In truth, I have been watching you for some time now.”
you couldn’t help but question him again. “how long?”
“Not too long, but enough to become somewhat attached to you. I know you have being crying out to have your soul to be purified, especially since confession has been ineffective for you, and I have a method of doing so.”
“that method involves me being… here?” you gestured widely to the altar you were currently sitting upon.
“Why do I not just show you?”
before you could utter another word, his lips pressed against yours. how could you think whilst being held in the embrace of a sacred being, molded by god? how could describe the kiss of an angel?
his soft mouth fit against yours, like you were made for this kind of devotion. his hands, once stationary, now roamed your body, eager to learn every secret by touch alone, as well as to create a new one. the angel spread your legs with ease.
you balked at his experience, gasping and allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth. you didn’t expect a being such as him to be able to command your body effortlessly.
he tasted like saccharine wine, reminiscent of receiving communion in your childhood. the angel’s tongue slid against your own, drawing whimpers and whines from deep inside your throat.
the angel guided you to lay down on the altar, as he pushed deeper into your mouth. the moment he pulled away, you were gasping for breath. “you’re… really good at that for an angel,” you sputtered.
“I have been around since the beginning of humanity. It is only logical that I would possess at least some knowledge about pleasing a human.” he looked upon you with such adoration that, if you weren’t already blushing, you could have blushed from that look alone.
without you noticing, he had already jumped to disrobing you. his fingers rested upon the first buttons of your shirt. “You do want this, correct?”
“i think you already know the answer to that.”
“Still, I would like to hear it from your lips.”
“yes, i do.”
“Good,” he said, immediately diving back in to kissing you. meanwhile, his hands worked on removing your clothes. with the way you both were positioned, you could not return the favor. you had no choice but to take what the angel gave to you.
you would have shivered without your shirt, were it not for the warmth of his body above you. you let him guide you through each movements of what is both, to you at least, a foreign ritual and a familiar fantasy.
as his hands moved down, so did his mouth. the angel took his time, pressing kisses to each inch of flesh he had available to him. it didn’t take him long to find the spot that would make you react the most: the junction between your neck and shoulder. he lightly nipped at the flesh, forcing a moan from deep inside your body. “That is precisely what I like to hear,” he muttered against your skin.
his fingers worked at unzipping your slacks, tight due to your fervent arousal, and nearly ripped them off you as soon as he could. however, the angel refused to touch you wanted, needed, him most.
you attempted to move in the only way you could, bucking your hips into his hands and whining, “touch me, please…?”
“Not yet, little one,” he said, using one hand to hold you down whilst the other removed your underwear. “Do you really think you deserve that right now?”
already knowing the answer to his question, you were about to respond “no”. but before you could, the angel fully removed your undergarments, and a whine tore through your throat.
you were humiliated with your position, being naked and wanting in front of a divine being. however, your full erection told a different story. like a lamb in the arms of a priest, you thoughtlessly laid forth your weaknesses. you let the angel guide you, with the promise of happiness.
he pulled away from your body, and you whined at the loss of his warmth. “Shush, my dear. You look so much better like this.” His eyes roamed your body, alight with passion and admiration. “Humans were always meant to be bare. They were meant to submit. Here you are, fulfilling your divine purpose. You’re already on the right track.”
“like… this?” you could hardly believe that something so right could cause you to feel so embarrassed.
“Do you not remember how you were in the Garden of Eden? I shall return you to that purity. Worry not, my dear, for you were also humiliated after the Fall.”
“well… what about you?” you said, now able to reach for his clothes.
the angel flicked your hands away once again. “Have patience, lamb. All will come in due time.”
his head, once resting in the crook of your neck now dives down, where you were just begging him to touch a moment ago. he licks teasingly at your tip, refusing to give you the exact pleasure you want.
you’re tempted to buck into his mouth, hands fisting at the cloth of the altar. you sighed at the feeling of finally having some friction against your aching arousal. however, you knew he’d take it away as soon as you tried to reach your own high.
he removed his lips from your erection temporarily, and a grin pulled at his lips. “Notice how it is not that difficult? You’re learning. Good boy.”
you were about to whine, but he immediately shut you up, taking you deep into his mouth and directly contradicting his earlier actions. his eyes met yours, bearing the color and passion of swirling storm clouds.
similarly, his tongue swirled around your length, switching between flicking your tip and licking long stripes underneath. it was hard to flush at the look he was giving when you couldn’t see it, since your head had tossed back in ecstasy.
as you looked to the sky and met eyes with the saints, you wondered how god would see this. you were moaning like a whore on an altar of worship. engaging in such behavior with a sacred creature had to be sinful in some way. for some strange reason, the thought only aroused you more.
however, the angel had initiated the encounter himself, and claimed he was sent for this. had god seen your desires and decided to be merciful? this notion was less comforting than you thought it might be.
surely, this angel get mad at you for perverting what was meant to be a purification ritual. he would see you sin for what it is: something immedicable. the idea of being scolded pushed you nearly to the edge-
“Do you truly believe you deserve to cum when you think things such as that?” your head shot up as he cruelly pulled off of you, taking away the friction your body so desperately craved.
“what? i-i don’t know what you’re talking about…” you stuttered, pathetically eager to reach the high that has been ripped away from you.
“Don’t lie to me. You know you can’t.”
you were opening your mouth to speak, but your breath caught as the angel finally disrobed. he discarded his garments carelessly behind him, and your eyes feasted on the sight of his body like a glutton. the only sound you could emit was a high whine.
without warning, the angel folded your legs up and shoved two fingers inside you. if he was as frustrated as you suspected, he didn’t let it show on his face. instead he was smiling down on you, encouraged evermore by the sounds that cascaded from your mouth.
he quickly broke this eye contact and set his sights on a new target: your chest. the angel leaned over you, further bending you in half. as he licked at one of your nipples, he pushed a third finger inside you.
your back arched and your nails scratched at his back, threatening to rip through his skin. all your senses were filled completely with him. you were still inebriated on the taste of his mouth. the shape of his halo had burned into your eyes. his fingers moved in and out of you with a wet schlik, massaging your sweet spot. he mouthed at your chest greedily, eager to drain you of every last moan he could.
you keened as the angel pushed a fourth finger inside you. he switched to your other areola, but his other hand played with the already sore one. you grasped as his wings as you were about to reach the edge, and the angel let a low groan, almost devilish in its possessiveness. he pulled out and off your chest, denying you your pleasure once again.
you wanted to cry, you wanted to cum, you wanted to be torn apart and put back together again by an angel you didn’t even know the name of. your nails dug into the bare flesh of a divine being, you wanted to make him bleed for denying you again.
“Calm down, little one. You’ll get your pleasure when I decide you deserve it.”
you couldn’t even form full sentences anymore, only fragments or whine fell from lips. any semblance of defiance died before it left your throat.
“Now, you’re about to get something much better. Hold still.”
he punctuated his sentence by thrusting deep into you, filling you up almost immediately. you let out a low moan when you realized he was still sinking into you. you knew he would be big, but you swore you could feel him in your throat.
he finally stopped, giving you a moment to breathe. the weight of him inside you was almost comforting. the only sounds in this dim place were your mixed breathing.
the angel then pulled out, leaving only his tip inside you, before slamming back in. you made a desperate noise that echoed inside the church, somewhere between a scream and a moan. your hands gripped onto his wings like they were your last lifeline as he began to pound into you.
he acted with a ferocity you didn’t know he possessed, and you were unsure if the angel was angry or extremely passionate. either way, he was ensuring you wouldn’t forget this experience.
he filled your vision, looking down at you with a grin on his face. you had no choice but to meet his eyes. “You wish to confess? Recall your sins, and by my power, I shall shrive you.”
oh. oh.
“bless me, Lord, for- ngh~” you attempted to initiate the confession, but couldn’t get through a whole sentence without moaning or stuttering. “for I have sinned- mfghh- i don’t remember my last confession-”
“Oh, dear. You truly are such an impure creature. Confess, now.” the angel said, without any real pity. he only seemed pleased, and thrusted in and out of you unceasingly.
“i-i have lusted after- mhhh- holy beings-”
one of his hands now rested over your heart. he gazed into your eyes, his own a reflection of the heavens. “Of this sin, with this kiss, I absolve you.”
his lips pressed to yours, gentle and forgiving and he stilled. his wings surrounded you in a soft cocoon. for a moment, the world slowed to a halt. for a moment, all that existed was a human, an angel, and a kiss.
a million things flashed through your mind, but at the forefront was the creation of adam. how could adam resist reaching out? how could he deny himself the pleasure of knowing divine flesh?
his lips broke away from yours, and he shushed your whining. “I have yet to give you your penance, little one. To receive full absolution, cum for me.”
he resumed his thrusts with renewed focus, and you came as soon as he gave the command. “You’re so tight, lamb,” he groaned in your ear. “You’ve done such a good job.”
he rammed into you, cumming deep inside you. the angel kissed you on your forehead, whispering, “Good night, my little lamb. I suspect I shall see you again soon.”
when you wake a few hours later, you will no longer be in the cathedral. instead, you will be in your bed, and the morning light will be pouring through your window. on your nightstand, you will find two unfamiliar objects: a necklace, the pendant of which is a feather, and a prayer card, bearing the name of an angel you’ve never heard of.
and inspired by said 'new' kink... m!Yandere moaning and whimpering like a slut while fucking you (gn, bottom!reader) short drabble
(not new but I only engage w it when I'm sad lol)
18+ MDNI
You'd always imagined you'd be the vocal one if something ever happened like this. That your sounds would overpower even the sound of skin slapping together in an otherwise quiet room. That you'd have to shove your face into a pillow, silence yourself a little just out of pure embarrassment.
But when he slides into you, and the whine slips from his throat as he hugs onto your waist with a desperate need, everything changes. Your name on his voice sounding like the dirtiest thing in the world in that moment, like you were all that he needed, more than water, life.
And he fucked you like it too, so desperate to be inside you that each stroke was long but fast, his cock sometimes nearly missing your hole as he pulled out and shoved back in, trying to get the best angle to press on the sweet spots inside you, babbling about how he always dreamed about this, about being inside you.
Your own brain feels all fuzzy as he mumbles every word straight in your ear as he pounds you into the mattress with clumsy strokes that somehow nailed every sweet spot you didn't know you had.
Whimpers and nips on your neck as he tells you he wants to fill you up, wants to make your stomach distend with the amount he fills you with, no matter how impossible it might seem. His dirty talk making him whimper even more, getting himself off as his cock twitches and jerks. As all of him spasms as he holds you in place to bruising.
And God, you can't hold back noises either, and yours just amplify his own, two mirrors looking back at each other as you both tear up and whine while fucking like rabbits.
He has to bite your shoulder and stilt his thrusts, his desperation to fuck you through his orgasm problematic. He might just pass out from overstimulating himself inside you, his goal of filling you, of claiming you as completely his addictive.
The idea of seeing the aftermath of it without passing out, even more so. As he tries his best to keep his eyes open as he looks up at you cumming on his cock, as his completely red face winces as you milk him. As his ears ring and he whimpers and drools and tries his best to function so he can press on your stomach and make you leak back onto him just so he can stuff you full again.
⫘⫘⫘ㅤmale reader, brat taming, size difference, age gap (around 20-40 ig), ass eating, yeahhhh,,, livestock guardian dog x recon cat reader!!!ㅤ♪ㅤ───ㅤwc: 3k
"Ow, ow, ow!" You yelped, the fingertips digging into your scalp causing whimpers. Face scrunched up— brows furrowed, lips pulled into a pout. Like a proper hurt brat.
Dean meanwhile, had ignored your struggles and continued to drag you through the field, eyes narrowed. The sharp blades of grass (freshly cut) dug into your skin, leaving red lines to mark up your thighs.
He had a firm grip on your hair, tugging harshly. Let it fall it out for all he cares. "Tsk. Stop complainin', it's hurting my ears." Dean huffed, pulling your head upwards for a sharp jolt. Relishing in the quick yelp that followed afterwards— echoing in the field.
With no warning, he dropped you down onto the ground, leaving you to keel, curling up like a worm. Dean crossed his arms, large and meaty, waiting for you to get up. "I already told ya, quit whining' and get up."
You huffed and rolled your eyes— getting up to stand. Dusting off any dirt and grime on your clothes, you crossed your own arms and gazed at him. Eyes narrowed. "What is your problem?" You hissed. "Why'd ya have to— to drag me back!"
Dean rolled his eyes. "This is exactly why. Your attitude won't cut it in this line of work, for cryin' out loud." He pinched his temple, right between his thick brows, the lines on his face more prominent than ever. You did a really good job at making him age by the second— and he was already old as is!
The old dog was the definition of loyal. Having been working for the ranchers since he was young. And now, with greying hair and decades of experience under his belt, Dean was the perfect mentor in their eyes. The hell were they thinking? The hell was he thinking?
"Yeah, sure,'' Dean said. Not paying any mind to the farmer's request. Something about some cat arriving next week. He's trained a couple of their guardians before, whats a recon cat to him? He's the top dog 'round this place, second in command if you may. Any new faces got to deal with him first.
Unfortunately, the pretty little cat they took in was far from easy.
A hellspawn he'd called you. Not outright of course. Dean still had some decency left in him, no matter how much you tested him. But he did imply it, a more passive aggressive approach. Let you know he was really disappointed with such a brat to deal with. Huffing and puffing like some wolf 'bout to blow the hay.
"Yeah well you didn't have to grab me by the hair!" He eyed the finger pointed at him, scoffing. Completely unthreatened. Dean was big, a tank that won't be moved so easily. That dainty little finger you waved around? Laughable. Course, he did stare at it a bit too long for his own comfort— unsure why thoughts of how easy it would be to just... handle and carry you around like a sack of feathers.
"Boy, you're givin' me a damn headache. Recon cats are supposed to be— what? Agile? Quick? Behaved? Is chasing butterflies your job or what?" Dean raised his voice. You winced at the jab. He frowned, eyes softening the tiniest bit.
"C'mon kid. The farm’s still away. We don't wanna get stuck out in the dark." Dean nodded his head to the distance, a faint silhouette of your new home. He trudged forward without waiting for you.
You sighed, posture slumping. Yet you followed along anyway, dragging your feet on the ground.
"Stupid fuckin' old dog," you murmured, plopping down on your bed. It was small and creaky, put together last minute. Much like your room. Pretty sure it was an old storage closet without the shelfs lining the walls to make room.
It was dusty, and cramped. Reeaaal welcoming. Guess they thought a room small as this would be fine, considering you weren't that hunkering anyway. At least Dean gets a proper room.
You sneer, feeling your blood boil at the thought of his name. "Who does he think he is? He's not the boss of me." Well... he kinda is. But whatever! It's not like you signed up for this anyway. Some boring countryside life looking out for barn animals and whatnot? Psh. Boooring!
"Some big old hunk bossin' me around... hmph." You lay on your back, the mattress was thin and barely did anything to soften the rough wood of your bed frame. Pretty sure your back’s gonna ache quicker than Deans.
A small snicker escapes you, lips curling into a smile. The image sends you a rush of amusement. Tiny giggles echo in your room— sounding like some maniac locked up in a padded cell with only his ideas to keep him company.
Dean stops outside your door. Hand raised midway the air, curled into a fist. He was about to call you out for dinner, escort you to the kitchen so you wouldn't get into any more trouble. But your laughter made him stop dead in his tracks.
He was dumbfounded, kinda. You sounded so innocent despite your... behaviour. Huh. It was almost cute. Endearing, even. Dean coughs, shaking his head. An annoyed frown tugged on his lips.
Ain't no way in hell. Never in my life would I...
Ah. But he has already fallen for you? Slowly and surely, even if he was unaware. The day you arrived on the farm, all prickly like a cactus. He almost found it cute (he did). But he wasn't sure if the intense feelings that were harbored deep in his chest was a really intense anger or something else entirely.
Something Dean had never thought to consider.
Affection.
Affection? For him? Dean blanched. He stepped back from the door like it burned him.The fucking cat? With his naughty attitude and god-forsaken defiance? Dean couldn't count how many times you stuck your tongue out at him, getting him all riled up. But fuck, maybe he did find it cute. So what? He's just a lonely old man, what's he supposed to do when the heavens throw a feline right into his arms?
A feline that'd fit in them all nice and snug, with how small you were compared to him. That's the first thing that came to mind when he laid his eyes on your form.
"Are ya tryin' ta kill me? That little thing's our recon?" Dean scoffed that night, complaining his heart out. "I don't know what you were thinkin'— what's he gonna do against coyotes? Wriggle and squirm?"
And unfortunately, it had only plagued him more as time went on. When he was introducing himself to you— albeit begrudgingly. You were just standing there, leaning against the wall. Acting all smug as if Dean didn't dwarf you by a landslide. Like he couldn't just pick ya up if he wanted to, swing you over his shoulders.
The thought made him a bit too excited.
When he was tourin' you 'round the barn. Walking behind him like some shadow. Even his sharp ears couldn't hear your footsteps— feel your presence. Light as a feather, indeed. Maybe he doubted you too much.
Earlier when he was dragging you on the field. Truth be told, he didn't mean to be so rough. Never in his life has Dean laid his hands on his juniors. But with you? It was an entirely different story. There was something about you that ignited feelings he didn't even know he could feel! It was a whole new area for him.
But god. Temptation had been building up, and Dean was only a man who could hold on for so long. He'd lost control, when those sinful thoughts kept him up. Shame welling in his being for every lewd image his mind conjured up in the middle of the night, keeping him from sleeping and getting some shut eye like an old dog should, as you said.
Gods, and how many times had you jabbed at his age? He ain't even that old!
It only made him feel guiltier. You were a young thing— all pretty and shiny. Like a brand new chew toy for Dean to maul on. Sink his teeth into your pristine skin, leave red marks that'd prove his territory. (Territory. And this guy has the nerve to act like he doesn't have feelings for you!) What sounds would you make? If he bit deep and hard, licked up the marks afterwards. Dirty dog.
"Fuck," Dean snarled, dragging a calloused palm down his face. He stood in the hallway, trying to cancel out your laughter. What was he here for again? Right. Dinner.
Well shit, ain't Dean got dinner right here? Beyond that door, laying on the bed...
He turned his head away swiftly, ragged breaths leaving his chapped lips. Chest heaving up and down. "No, no... calm down. You ain't feel like that—" Dean chuckled. But it sounded more like a pathetic strain. "Not for him."
He didn't call you out for dinner, and he didn't eat either. But that hunger would get you both sooner or later.
"Just... a little... bit... more...!" You groaned, hand outstretched. Curse these tall cabinets. It's not like giants live here! And what the fuck was up with Dean? He was supposed to call you for dinner!
You actually fell asleep but that doesn't matter.
What matters now, is the hunger in your stomach driving you crazy. The rumbles could echo in the barn if they got any louder. It was embarrassing enough as it is.
Sneaking around, avoiding the creaky floorboards. Ears raised and alert for any and every sound made. What were you? A spy? You live here!
"Goddammit, coulda saved me some leftovers. Even a grain would've been nice." You grumbled, sighing and rolling your eyes. Pouting at the thought of the meal you missed. Damn barn animals and their never ending greed. Not even a single scrap was put away for little ol' you.
You were so caught up in your actions that you failed to notice a figure entering the kitchen, getting a nice front view of your behind. Huh. Why were you archin' your back like that anyway?
Dean froze, mind blue screening temporarily as his eyes registered your ass all puckered out in the dark.
He had given in to his hunger, forgetting about dinner after his... ahem, revelations. Curled up in bed, sulking in denial like he was about to be put down. Pathetic really. Since when did Dean get worked up over pretty kitties?
Since you, apparently.
He thought about it. Since you were their first recon cat, he didn't have much experience with felines. Only knew that they were playful, independent, and incredibly alluring. Dangerously so that when you've fallen for one, oh brother, there is no getting back up.
Might as well dig yourself a hole in the ground to live in.
Playful, when you gave jokes he wouldn't understand. Quick-witted, aren't you? With a smart little mouth that said all sorts of things. Curiosities and glimpses of your personality past the shallow image of a no-good cat. That twinkle in your eyes every time your soft lips curved into a smile, a triumphant "hmph!". You just loved being right, didn't you?
Independent, always going off on your own. No matter how many times Dean reprimanded you, kept you from wandering too far. Curiosity kills the cat, after all. That's what he said, and that was the first time you rolled your eyes at him too. Wonder what it'd look like if he made them roll back for a different reason. Dean could only sigh and expect a headache to form whenever you weren't round the barn. Away from the fence and enjoying the scenery like some tourist.
And finally: Alluring.
As much as he didn't want to admit it. You had this charm that... well, charmed him. He beat himself up over it. But everytime he promised himself to stop— the obsession only got more intense. Every time you weren't looking he'd catch a quick glimpse. Admire your features, rake his eyes down your figure in silent appreciation. Whenever he entered a room, Dean found himself looking for you. And when you entered one? He'd feel your presence immediately.
It was ridiculous, how downright bad he was.
Maybe it was fate. Here, with you oblivious to his presence, arching your back and presenting yourself (unknowingly) to Dean.
He stepped closer, silently. A shadow casted over his face.
You could only widen your eyes and gasp in shock when two hands placed themselves onto your hips, keeping you in place. "Gah! Dean!?" You yelped, blinking at him curiously. Sweat built up on your temple, heart caught in your throat.
"I wasn't doing anything! Just... looking for food, I swear!" You reasoned, still planted on your palms for balance.
Dean only hummed, massaging invisible circles into your skin with his thumbs. "That so?" He said. You shivered. What the hell? What was that? Why did he sound so... intense?
"What're you doin' up late at night?" He asked, brow raised. Eyes boring into yours. Had the nerve to sound suspicious, too. "You were supposed to call me for dinner, don't act surprised." You huffed, turning away.
Dean only tugged you closer— hips meeting yours. Stupid kitty. Even now you have the nerve to act so high and mighty. Maybe Dean should teach you humbleness, take you from your throne for a little while.
"Don't test me," Dean growled, satisfaction creeping in his blood as he watched you tremble. "Mh," he hummed. Yeah. You were tiny.
"Test you? What the hell are you—" Riiip! In an instant, the cold air had latched itself onto your skin. Dean tore apart the seam in your shorts— right in the cleft of your ass. His tail has begun to wag, eyeing the cute rim staring at him.
You were too shocked to make a sound, and even then, before you could react, Dean had dove right in, licking and nibbling at your pucker. "Huh- ah!" Your claws dug onto the wooden counter, leaving scratch marks. Dean slobbered up your hole like a man starved, saliva dripping down your chin.
He licked and licked, made you dizzy til' your hole was nice and soft. His tongue was rough and textured, making your cock tingle and come to life. "W-wait, it's dirty down there!"
Dean wrapped his hand around the base of your tail, tugging it upwards to bury his face deeper into your behind. Slowly, he breached your insides, licking up at your gummy walls. Your soft whimpers was like music to his ears. Oh, he felt fulfilled.
But not quite.
"O-oh..." you gasped softly, blush blooming on your cheeks. Dean was massaging your insides with his tongue, desperate and needy. His movements were quick yet deep and stimulating— as if he was looking for something.
"Hnn!~" Your tongue lolled out, thighs tensing up. Unkowingly, you began to thrust your hips baclwards, meeting Deans licks. His tongue rolled onto a soft bud inside— a sensitive cluster of nerves that made you weak in the knees. "F-fuck..."
Dean continued his assault on your prostate, never once breaking his pace. His eyes were closed shut, as if he was trying to savor the taste and feeling— keep this memory in his mind forever. His own cock jumped in his jeans, straining to be released.
You were so warm... so tight. He couldn't wait to bury his cock to the hilt, make your belly bulge and fill you to the brim. Hump you like a dog in rut— fuck. "Uh... guh!"
Dean parted himself from your ass, panting and heaving. Your rim was shiny with spit, legs trembling and cock leaking pre pathetically.
It was silent for a moment. Until you heard a belt buckle, followed by a zipper and the sound of fabric falling to the floor.
And then you felt it.
Deans cock. Hard and hot— rubbing against your behind. Fuck. How big was that? It felt huge! You whined softly, fear striking you. But there was excitement as well, you had never done this before, and for someone like Dean to make you experience it...
Naughty.
You had been nothing but a brat your time here, but you couldn't deny that Dean was a good looking man when you first met. Tall and buff, yet soft. Hair on his arms and chest, a little grey in his hair. Lines around his eyes and lips... you shivered. God. What did his cock look like?
What would it feel like, to take him nice and deep?
You bit your lip. Dean continued to rub his length between your cheeks for a goodwhile, like he was easing you into the harsh fucking to come. "Fuck, can't wait anymore." Dean groaned, and pushed his tip against your tight vice.
He held your hips firmly, keeping you in place as you wriggled. He was big! Your pathetic rim struggled to envelop his tip.
Dean's mind raced as his hips rocked up, driving his thick cock deep into your tight hole. The boy was so small, so delicate compared to his large frame. Your slender body bounced with each thrust.
"Fuck, boy..." Dean groaned, fingers digging into the cat's hips hard enough to leave marks. "You feel s' good around my cock. So hot 'n tight..."
He knew this was wrong. You were his junior, and Dean was supposed to be disciplining you, teachin' you the ways 'round the barn. Not... fucking you senseless. But god, the way your velvety walls clenched around him, the sweet little noises spilling from those plush lips— it was too much to resist.
Dean's balls slapped against your ass as he pistoned his hips faster, chasing his rapidly approaching climax. "Fuck, fuck," he snarled. "Take it."
The lewd squelch of saliva and the slap of skin on skin filled the kitchen. He could feel you shaking apart on his cock, the boy's neglected dick bobbing between their bellies, flushed an angry red and leaking steadily.
He reached around to palm your cock, jerking you in time with his erratic thrusts. Huh. For and old dog— he sure had stamina.
Dean's thumb swiped over the sensitive head, smearing the copious precum. You let out a high, keening wail, back arching as his orgasm crashed over him. Pearly ropes of cum painted Dean's fist and splattered across the counter as your hole clamped down around his pistoning length.
The pressure sent Dean hurtling over the edge. With a guttural groan, he slammed you back onto his cock, all the way down to the hilt. Bulging your belly. At the same time, he had bit onto your shoulder, breaking skin and leaking blood.
Your body twitched, eyes rolled back and unfocused. You leaned forward, finding support on the wooden counter (now littered with scratch marks) as Dean massaged your hips. "Hah.. haahh.."
Uncontrollable sighs escaped you, bones melting against Dean. Smaller spurts of semen shooting out of Dean's tip sent shocks down your spine, smaller cock red and spent. With your cum dribbling down onto your tiny balls.
Sweat trickled down their skin, breaths heavy. Illuminated in the moons light.
Finally, with a groan, Dean pulled out (albeit begrudgingly) of your warm hole.
He watched, transfixed, as a string of his cum connected his softening cock to your puffy, well-used hole. The sight made his spent dick twitch with interest. Fuck, he could do this all night.
Ah... but you seemed tired. He chuckled, eyeing your spent form. All sweaty and twitchy. Particularly focused on the bite mark that stuck out on your shoulder.
"Congratulations, boy. Now yer a true, fully-fledged recon cat.”
this was supposed to be lamb reader but idk,,, let me see how this does first then ill think abt it :3 ALSO WHAT IS IT WITH ME AND CAT READER??? ffuckin cat burglar n heavenly,,, urg. So sorry guys idk. I just love pussy!!
Ayano x Borupen are Morticia & Gomez of Yandere Simulator
Like this dude is FASCINATED by darkness and death
And Ayano quite literally has no emotions + has murderous urges and full potential to spread death
Students even think, that something's "off" about her
Meanwhile how Boru regards everyone:
Like I can see him first encountaring Ayano when she is her "true self"
E.g. rejected by Taro (he's not going to fall in love with her just because all rivals are eliminated, realistically speaking) & is about to snap
And maybe she snaps, but doesn't go on a killing spree, but instead destroys her surrondings somewhere secluded
Has a MAJOR breakdown
And Borupen, who has an art block just accidentally encounters her
And sees this mad woman bashing her head against the wall & is like
"Damn....that's such raw display of anger. Despair, anguish, the ultimate realisation that the world is an unfair madhouse, full of backstabbers and mindless obedient sheeps. She is the embodiment of hate, so fascinating"
And then he probably takes a photo of her to use as a reference. Ends up pulling an all nighter and finishing a piece. Yet he craves more
So he probably leaves a note in her locker asking to meet him. When they meet, explains how he saw her that day
She thinks "shit, he is a witness, I have to dispose of him as soon as possible. Can't let my image be ruined at least"
And then he says how much inspirational this encounter was for him, speaking about her with such admiration
And Ayano is like "bitch wtf, I am not your fantasy"
Yet he persists & suggests to paint her more
She thinks, that he is stupid and insane. He knows, so he decides to blackmail her into participating, since she seems to be the only suitable muse & an only way out of art block (he is spiteful after all, that wouldn't be too far for him)
She wants to end him badly, yet he chose a place too crowded so she can't right now
Relucantly she agrees, while planning on how to kill him later
And from their garden full of thorns, slowly love will blossom and burn
❝ BE MY BREEDING BITCH?! ❞ — zhongli x male reader
ꗃ Summary: After a few millennia and eons of waiting, a flower finally blooms and a cry of a mourning beast was heard. The dragon's bride finally incarnated as a human being. Zhongli had longed for his bride far too long, far too enough, now he's gonna claim him, breed him until his legs are battered up and unable to work, until he's a shaking mess.
ⓘ Warnings: porn with plot, angst, death mentioned, dragon form, monster fucking, size kink, belly bulge, mating press, manhandling, impact play, degradation, creampie, overstimulation, breeding, copious amount of cum, choking, dirty talk, mpreg, dacryphilia, dumbification, fingering, missionary, dick riding, double penetration, body worship, not proofread.
The dawn embraced the grass pasture, the dimly lights of the city slowly awakening. The sun was in no doubt rising, gracing the land of Liyue and it's water with it's warmth.
He remembered every single crooks and corners of the land he once ruled over, he once protected with his dignity and might. The Morax that they once knew was dead, as he should be. After a massive flood swept throughout the land years ago, Zhongli himself was forced to move his people to the south of Mt. Tianheng and established Liyue Harbor, The place that he was living now.
He should be in peace now but his heart continued to beat for another, his broken piece is yet to be found.
He watched quietly at the balcony of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor where he currently reside on, He observe as he brought down the porcelain cup down at the table, his long silky strands let loose, swaying gently within the wind he knew to himself that he longed for it, he longed for those meticulous fingers gliding through his hair swiftly, he longed for you. It always have been you after all.
Zhongli's eyes felt hot as he felt tears rolling down his cheeks, It was unlikely of him but he did. He remembered it dearly oh he did..
He remembered how you handled him so gently as if he was the most precious thing, the way you called his name with such glee yet with grace, the way that you'd do your things with such keen on it, nobody did it like you did, even after ages not single mortal has ever compared to you.
The curve of your smile haunting his mind like a plague, The crescent like shape that your eyelids made whenever you laugh at his sentiments, the kisses fleeted on his scars, your gentle eyes spoke to him, Zhongli etched the every fiber of your being into his memory, carved your name into his heart.
“ Morax, would you be a dear and gaze beneath the stars with me? ”
“ Why do you want to do such inconspicuous matter and with me at that? ”
“ Why not..? ”
His breath ragged harshly as he felt his chest tightened, he dreamt of it every single night, it was a nightmare, the lifeless look in your eyes and your boneless actions, it was putrid.
He felt his body shutting down, cradling your frigid body with his bloodied hands, trembling as he sobbed, he can't accept your death, the guilt eating his heart out, he's crestfallen.
You were slain, your lungs faltered with your blood seeping through his land, the land that he built with you, the land that he built for you. He remained breathing while you withered, His flower, His beloved.
“ My flower.. why didn't you run? Why have you stayed? ”
“ Forgive me, but we simply can't be together at this circumstances..but I pray that we meet again, even in another time..”
You croaked bringing your hand to his cheek caressing it with such care, tears brimming as you felt blood at your throat, you heard his broken sobs, It's the last thing that you've ever heard as the void embraced you with gentleness.
“ Oh my precious little flower, you left too soon, I wasn't done loving you yet.. ”
You jolted, waking up from your eternal slumber, your bleary eyes focusing, sunlight kissing your face warmly, you brought your palms to smack your cheeks, you felt the sting, as you felt your body, you're warm, you're alive! your eyes widened, rushing to a nearby body of water looking at your reflection.
Your appearance remained the same, the same curve of your smile, the same gleam in your eyes, the yearning memories in the depths of your heart still fresh and beating. The cold wind hit your face gently as if an old friend is welcoming you back, you then look around.
" Where in the archons..am I? "
You wondered, puzzled even as you tried to remember, as far as you remembered you were murdered in cold blood, a man cradling your frigid body, sobbing as he trembled... wait. Morax?!
You then abruptly stood up, unaware of your weakened legs, wobbling in the lack of action, but you didn't dwell on that, your mind only focusing on finding him immediately, longing for his touch. Searching as you find illuminating lights in a distance, your eyes softened and realized, it's your old home. Liyue and it's waters is still mesmerizing as ever. Without a doubt you started walking towards the city.
Zhongli wandered around the bustling streets of Liyue harbor, basking against the forgiving sun, the people greeted him as the usual, until he halted, he felt his heart pounding, the rush of blood, the coiling knot in his core, the heat surging through his system like poison, an awakening contract whispered within him like a siren, the only contract that he didn't get rid of is your contract, he spoke with the cryo archon about it as they settled with an agreement, to fulfill the contract, Zhongli needed to claim you, he needed to take you as you and him would be bound forever. His eyes almost tearing up, you were alive, he couldn't ask for anything more.
Zhongli felt the heat embraced him, he needed you right now, he missed your laughters, your breathy response to his long kisses, the expression you make as he pleasures you, he need to feel you, to lick and suck the every orifice in your body, he needed to plunge it in deeply so you wouldn't escape him, after all, you're his darling bride, his precious flower.
He then searched the every shadow of you, the scent of you, his burning desire already seeping inside of him.
It is not a surprise that you got lost in the sea of people within the city, the astir and boisterous city was alive as you, the population has certainly increased as far as you remember, you breathe and reminisced, the old bonds that you made with the people now long gone, not a single face that you can recognized, you watched as children brushed past you, their innocent laughters ranged as they chase each other around, your eyes softened then concluded that's it is better like this than the war, so much better. You continued to wandered around, hearing people jest and gossiping, until you heard.
" Have you heard? Rex Lapis has been assassinated! "
" Where did you even hear that? Stop spouting nonsense.."
Your stomach dropped, as it churned, eyes widening, you felt your eyes filled with tears all over again, a strangled gasp escaped your mouth, you felt your heart shattered in millions of pieces, is this what he felt when I died?
You ran, pushing everyone away, stumbling for all they care, you were in pain, you tried to wipe your tears dry but failed to as it kept on coming out, you continued to ran to give yourself some time to think, away from crowd until your body collided with some, the impact itself making you fall back, until you didn't, you felt pair of warm hands snaking around your hips, arms securing you. your eyes widened at the sight.
" Oh, my sweet little flower, who made you shed tears like this? "
Zhongli cooed as if consoling a weeping child, lifting you up to his waist, straddling him, he then bring his other hand to wipe the excess tears rolling down your cheek with such care, as you leaned into it, craving for more, starved even, burying your head into his shoulders, inhaling his scent, cuddling him. Zhongli merely stared at your actions and he realized why were you crying.
" I'm guessing that you've heard of my death, isn't that it, my beloved? "
You perked up at his question, nodding after, you finally spoke.
" Why did you do it.. Morax? "
Zhongli caressed the back of your head, tenderly, as he explained his decisions while you were in your eternal slumber.
" I do not go by the name as Morax nor Rex Lapis now, my dearest, I address myself by the name Zhongli as I am no longer serving as the Archon but I assure you that I've retained my power within me. "
" But why did you do so..? "
" I wanted to see for myself that the nation we built together could still live and thrive independently even without my guidance, perhaps I needed a break from the burden of my governance and ruling. "
You listened carefully, as you thought that you've missed hearing your lover's steady and clear voice even whenever he's lecturing you, staring at him with those eyes then abruptly speaking.
" I've missed you so much, y'know? "
" Oh, darling.. you don't need to remind me, there's not a single time that I didn't long for you. "
" So this is the place that you're living? It looks very pleasant. "
You spoke with such adoration looking around his spacious room, as you gently rummaged Zhongli's things such as the books in his shelf, smiling warmly back to Zhongli who's removing his coat, hanging it on the rack, his mind completely thinking only of one thing, his voice dripped like honey, eyes in haze.
" I appreciate the sentiment, my beloved. But enough of that.. I'm afraid that you've completely forgot about our arrangement, the commitment that we made eons ago. "
You perked up looking back at Zhongli who's walking toward you, putting back the random book that you picked out back to it's place, you pondered as you try to remember the contract, then in a snap, a surge of heat rushed inside of you, hitting you into the core, you felt your body burned, you sweat as you held onto Zhongli with your dear life, as your legs trembled.
" W-what..? But I don't remember.."
" Oh, do not worry, I'll just need to remind you again, yes? "
Zhongli grumbled as one of his hand grips your hip, tightly, his golden-brown colored scales glimmered against the moonlight, his gaze hot as molten lava, you felt your body trembling, feeling his long and thick fingers pushing it in and out of your sopping hole, winking back at him.
You can only whimper and drool as you gripped the sheets tightly, his towering built of a body shadowed over you, the curve of his horns adoring his features once more.
“ That’s it, you’re doing so good for me, angel.”
You’ve always adored his hands, how taintless they are with his knuckles tight on his skin, the way it glistened especially when it’s poking and prodding your tight fucking hole.
You adored the way how his body was forged, the way he towered over your small figure, the every muscle, every crevices, his scars, the every fiber of his being, you leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose. mwah—
“ You're awfully sweet today, do you perhaps want something from me? Would you care to tell me? ”
Without even waiting for your response, he then grab the both of your legs up to your shoulders, folding you in half, holding you down onto the bed, your breath hitched, your eyes widening when you saw his elongated pink tongue delved deeply into your gummy walls.
His frothy spit dripping down on the globe of your ass, you panicked as you tried to pull on his hair, you cried but he merely dismissed your thrashing, as he continued to lick and suck, gripping the soft of your thighs tightly, his long nails digging onto it, you can't help but to lolled your tongue out, stimulating your stomach.
“ Please— nghhh! t-too much..! ”
You blurt out, the burning in your tummy resonates from your core throughout your limbs, legs shaky and mind hazy as he slobbers all over you, It’s so sloppy, creamy and after only a few strokes of his tongue, it’s already enough to send you into your orgasm of the night, your body trembled uncontrollably, you whimpered and writhe, your cock dribbling thick and smooth loads of cum.
Through your bleary peripherals, you stared at Zhongli's features, he's so beautiful..his fangs poking out his glistening lips, he was gentle but his tongue prodding deeply inside were mean, as he lick up and down your shaft, sucking it clean and shiny.
You felt him maneuvering you as you let out a shrilling shriek once you felt his bulging tip poke its away around the rim of your slobbering boy-cunt. He reached each and every spot, grinding in desperation, pinpointing every slick dribbling orifice and you saw the copious amount of precum at his slit, making a creamy ring around your rim, you stared at him again only to see him staring at you intently with his tongue poking out slightly on the side of his lips.
You felt your body stiffening as you felt it, the second one, prodding at your tailbone, Zhongli's second cock, you can feel it pulsating, the crown of his cock.
“ Do you feel it— my darling..? this two is going to fuck that hole. ”
You nodded and felt yourself drooled as a puddle of drool trailed down the corners of your lips, Zhongli once grabs your throat, squeezing it, staring at your form.
Fuck. He misses you, so much. Your gentle laughters, your smile, the serenity in your eyes. . . The way you frown when he dismisses your simple request, your hands, so warm and gentle as they glide through his long strands of hair.
Your throat, bruised and secured around his grip, your dumb brain already fogged up and it's just his tip in, barely even there.
Zhongli felt his instinct puncturing his remaining self control, the need to breed your hole, he wanted to impregnate you. Right now. Right there.
Breed, breed, breed!
“ Ready baby? be a dear and hold still for me.. mmhm— ”
Zhongli breathe in harsh air, his slipping and thrusting his cock upwards, deeply, hitting your prostate directly, you barely processed anything yet until he pulled out again only to pound it harshly back, making a bulge in your tummy, it's head poking you let out a guttural moan, tearing up by the satiating pleasure.
“ Haah...Uunngh.. Aaah.. ”
Once Zhongli starts to thoroughly stuff each individual thrust against inside your raw hole, you threw your head back choking in your own saliva and ecstasy, arching your back with such curve.
Zhongli held your lower thighs down to your hips not letting you escape, Zhongli’s ruthless hip snapping in and out, driving such sharp hips into you with little to no mercy and you only craved for more and more.
“ Nghhh— more, more, Uughh, more please! ”
You begged and moaned, getting intoxicated from the vicious sharp pounds of his thick and long cock.
Plap, Plap, Plap!
Once his bulbous tip kissed its way to your prostate back and forth, though, your eyes deliciously rolled in the back of your head.
“ Nghh— Zhongli, r-right the-”
“ Yeah, Here baby? ”
He replied with his heavy breathing, cutting off your tone by placing a finger to rub the bulge in your tummy, as you trembled at his touch, moaning as he press it down, as you let out a strangled cry tears run down your cheeks, trying to remove his fingers away only for him to tease you even harder.
Fwop, Fwop, Fwop!
He listened to the delicious obscene sounds as pounds into your creamy hole, trying to loosened the tight rim of your ass. you’re so destroyed that your boy-pussy is frothing fat globs of cum on his length, creating hot sticky and milky cum that kept oozing out your raw hole from so much cumming, you only lay defenseless as the man on top of you, pounded you for hours, your back and legs was now cramping and sore from so much friction.
Zhongli sensing your discomfort he once again caressed the mound of your thighs, slipping his arms up your back lifting you up to his chest, your head lulling down to his broad shoulder, Zhongli then rested his head against the frame of his mahogany headboard, balancing you by holding your hips as he settled you down on top of his stomach, His body slowly lowering down to the mattress, looking up to you with a sly expression.
“ Ride me, please, pretty baby? ”
Zhongli cooed at you, his voice dripping with honey, his eyes glimmering with a knowing glint, the illuminating light on his room, making a halo effect, your shadow over him, looking down at him adorably, you thought as you gripped onto his toned and firm stomach for support.
You mustered all of your remaining strength as you lift your body, reaching back to grab his hard pulsing cock, still wet and dribbling slick and creamy cum, slowly pushing it inside your sopping hole, eager for more, Zhongli merely stared at your heavenly figure as he was amused at your pathetic attempt of pleasuring him.
Without a thought, you tried to slam yourself back only to slip half way in, choking a sob, it's so fucking big— you almost lose your balance as you held support latching on Zhongli's chest, leaning at him, directly staring at his adoring irises as you felt his strong arms, snaking up your waist and up your back, securing you.
You push yourself back as you thought. No you need to please him, you need to at least give him a little pleasure. You started to move again, this time you finally slammed it in, Your eyes rolled back as it directly hit your prostate head on, your feeble attempt of bouncing up and down on his cock is so cute.
“ Nghhh— ”
Zhongli couldn't help himself but to thrust up, only to make a bulge into your tummy once again, gripping your hips ever so tightly to hold you down, his hot load seeping in deeply inside you again, his baby batter painting your insides so fucking good.
“ Yes, bounce on it... yes— up and down like that. You dirty slut. ”
Zhongli leaned in as he whispered into your ears, his voice sending shivers down your spine as you felt your orgasm once again, your mind completely fucked, you couldn't think a single thing at this point, incoherent noises is all you can respond, as harsh and brutal thrust kept bullying your inside, rearranging it.
“ Are you in for two this time, darling? ”
You didn't understand but you still nodded completely unaware of what storm it is. Zhongli held you once again as he held you down into a mating press onto the mattress as you sink in, You puzzled as you felt something, two.
The heads of his hard cocks started prodding in your glistening rim, your eyes widened as it punctured the air out of your lungs, It slid in, the two of it, it's delicious ridges hitting every spot, you felt your body shuddered from the sheer impact as you trembled uncontrollably all over again, you reached for his rippling biceps who's holding you down so hard, trying to tell him to slow down.
“ Z-zhongli— Nghh... please slo—!
“ Uugh..keep that pretty mouth of yours shut, all i wanna hear how delicious it sounds, the way my hole sounds like when I fuck it so hard.. Ngh— this hole is mine after all.. ”
Zhongli merely spoke with you with such tone, whimpering, spreading your legs wider, as he thrusted in, drilling your insides sooo— deep, He let out whimper as he fucked your hole in a brutal pace not caring whatever you say at this point, he needed to breed you and your thighs struggled to stay open and you were sure—just one more single hard thrust and you’d probably break into pieces, it would sent you into a blackout.
“ Keep them spread out, you dumb boy. ”
Zhongli spoke almost irritated, holding both of your thighs, you felt his cocks, the one bulging into your tummy as the other one kisses your prostate. You cried as you let out the sweetest whines, his bulbous tips scrapes its way through your gummy walls, the ridges stimulating you even more.
“ F-fuuck! Too much.. Too much—! Mmmghhh..! ”
You eyes widened as you felt his knot, the double knot expanding in your insides, you let out a choked sobs, drool drips down your lips once more, tears and snot covered and painted your face ever so hauntingly breathtaking, nn orgasm shook you to your core, as your cock sprayed up hot cum upwards, shooting it in zhongli's face, as he licked some of it.
“ Uughh— so much cum... Too much.. ”
“ The night is still young, my beloved..”
Zhongli merely let out a crazed smile, as he press down the small bump in your stomach, leaning down to kissed you sloppily, up to your forehead.
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❝ BE MY BREEDING BITCH?! ❞ — zhongli x male reader
ꗃ Summary: After a few millennia and eons of waiting, a flower finally blooms and a cry of a mourning beast was heard. The dragon's bride finally incarnated as a human being. Zhongli had longed for his bride far too long, far too enough, now he's gonna claim him, breed him until his legs are battered up and unable to work, until he's a shaking mess.
ⓘ Warnings: porn with plot, angst, death mentioned, dragon form, monster fucking, size kink, belly bulge, mating press, manhandling, impact play, degradation, creampie, overstimulation, breeding, copious amount of cum, choking, dirty talk, mpreg, dacryphilia, dumbification, fingering, missionary, dick riding, double penetration, body worship, not proofread.
The dawn embraced the grass pasture, the dimly lights of the city slowly awakening. The sun was in no doubt rising, gracing the land of Liyue and it's water with it's warmth.
He remembered every single crooks and corners of the land he once ruled over, he once protected with his dignity and might. The Morax that they once knew was dead, as he should be. After a massive flood swept throughout the land years ago, Zhongli himself was forced to move his people to the south of Mt. Tianheng and established Liyue Harbor, The place that he was living now.
He should be in peace now but his heart continued to beat for another, his broken piece is yet to be found.
He watched quietly at the balcony of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor where he currently reside on, He observe as he brought down the porcelain cup down at the table, his long silky strands let loose, swaying gently within the wind he knew to himself that he longed for it, he longed for those meticulous fingers gliding through his hair swiftly, he longed for you. It always have been you after all.
Zhongli's eyes felt hot as he felt tears rolling down his cheeks, It was unlikely of him but he did. He remembered it dearly oh he did..
He remembered how you handled him so gently as if he was the most precious thing, the way you called his name with such glee yet with grace, the way that you'd do your things with such keen on it, nobody did it like you did, even after ages not single mortal has ever compared to you.
The curve of your smile haunting his mind like a plague, The crescent like shape that your eyelids made whenever you laugh at his sentiments, the kisses fleeted on his scars, your gentle eyes spoke to him, Zhongli etched the every fiber of your being into his memory, carved your name into his heart.
“ Morax, would you be a dear and gaze beneath the stars with me? ”
“ Why do you want to do such inconspicuous matter and with me at that? ”
“ Why not..? ”
His breath ragged harshly as he felt his chest tightened, he dreamt of it every single night, it was a nightmare, the lifeless look in your eyes and your boneless actions, it was putrid.
He felt his body shutting down, cradling your frigid body with his bloodied hands, trembling as he sobbed, he can't accept your death, the guilt eating his heart out, he's crestfallen.
You were slain, your lungs faltered with your blood seeping through his land, the land that he built with you, the land that he built for you. He remained breathing while you withered, His flower, His beloved.
“ My flower.. why didn't you run? Why have you stayed? ”
“ Forgive me, but we simply can't be together at this circumstances..but I pray that we meet again, even in another time..”
You croaked bringing your hand to his cheek caressing it with such care, tears brimming as you felt blood at your throat, you heard his broken sobs, It's the last thing that you've ever heard as the void embraced you with gentleness.
“ Oh my precious little flower, you left too soon, I wasn't done loving you yet.. ”
You jolted, waking up from your eternal slumber, your bleary eyes focusing, sunlight kissing your face warmly, you brought your palms to smack your cheeks, you felt the sting, as you felt your body, you're warm, you're alive! your eyes widened, rushing to a nearby body of water looking at your reflection.
Your appearance remained the same, the same curve of your smile, the same gleam in your eyes, the yearning memories in the depths of your heart still fresh and beating. The cold wind hit your face gently as if an old friend is welcoming you back, you then look around.
" Where in the archons..am I? "
You wondered, puzzled even as you tried to remember, as far as you remembered you were murdered in cold blood, a man cradling your frigid body, sobbing as he trembled... wait. Morax?!
You then abruptly stood up, unaware of your weakened legs, wobbling in the lack of action, but you didn't dwell on that, your mind only focusing on finding him immediately, longing for his touch. Searching as you find illuminating lights in a distance, your eyes softened and realized, it's your old home. Liyue and it's waters is still mesmerizing as ever. Without a doubt you started walking towards the city.
Zhongli wandered around the bustling streets of Liyue harbor, basking against the forgiving sun, the people greeted him as the usual, until he halted, he felt his heart pounding, the rush of blood, the coiling knot in his core, the heat surging through his system like poison, an awakening contract whispered within him like a siren, the only contract that he didn't get rid of is your contract, he spoke with the cryo archon about it as they settled with an agreement, to fulfill the contract, Zhongli needed to claim you, he needed to take you as you and him would be bound forever. His eyes almost tearing up, you were alive, he couldn't ask for anything more.
Zhongli felt the heat embraced him, he needed you right now, he missed your laughters, your breathy response to his long kisses, the expression you make as he pleasures you, he need to feel you, to lick and suck the every orifice in your body, he needed to plunge it in deeply so you wouldn't escape him, after all, you're his darling bride, his precious flower.
He then searched the every shadow of you, the scent of you, his burning desire already seeping inside of him.
It is not a surprise that you got lost in the sea of people within the city, the astir and boisterous city was alive as you, the population has certainly increased as far as you remember, you breathe and reminisced, the old bonds that you made with the people now long gone, not a single face that you can recognized, you watched as children brushed past you, their innocent laughters ranged as they chase each other around, your eyes softened then concluded that's it is better like this than the war, so much better. You continued to wandered around, hearing people jest and gossiping, until you heard.
" Have you heard? Rex Lapis has been assassinated! "
" Where did you even hear that? Stop spouting nonsense.."
Your stomach dropped, as it churned, eyes widening, you felt your eyes filled with tears all over again, a strangled gasp escaped your mouth, you felt your heart shattered in millions of pieces, is this what he felt when I died?
You ran, pushing everyone away, stumbling for all they care, you were in pain, you tried to wipe your tears dry but failed to as it kept on coming out, you continued to ran to give yourself some time to think, away from crowd until your body collided with some, the impact itself making you fall back, until you didn't, you felt pair of warm hands snaking around your hips, arms securing you. your eyes widened at the sight.
" Oh, my sweet little flower, who made you shed tears like this? "
Zhongli cooed as if consoling a weeping child, lifting you up to his waist, straddling him, he then bring his other hand to wipe the excess tears rolling down your cheek with such care, as you leaned into it, craving for more, starved even, burying your head into his shoulders, inhaling his scent, cuddling him. Zhongli merely stared at your actions and he realized why were you crying.
" I'm guessing that you've heard of my death, isn't that it, my beloved? "
You perked up at his question, nodding after, you finally spoke.
" Why did you do it.. Morax? "
Zhongli caressed the back of your head, tenderly, as he explained his decisions while you were in your eternal slumber.
" I do not go by the name as Morax nor Rex Lapis now, my dearest, I address myself by the name Zhongli as I am no longer serving as the Archon but I assure you that I've retained my power within me. "
" But why did you do so..? "
" I wanted to see for myself that the nation we built together could still live and thrive independently even without my guidance, perhaps I needed a break from the burden of my governance and ruling. "
You listened carefully, as you thought that you've missed hearing your lover's steady and clear voice even whenever he's lecturing you, staring at him with those eyes then abruptly speaking.
" I've missed you so much, y'know? "
" Oh, darling.. you don't need to remind me, there's not a single time that I didn't long for you. "
" So this is the place that you're living? It looks very pleasant. "
You spoke with such adoration looking around his spacious room, as you gently rummaged Zhongli's things such as the books in his shelf, smiling warmly back to Zhongli who's removing his coat, hanging it on the rack, his mind completely thinking only of one thing, his voice dripped like honey, eyes in haze.
" I appreciate the sentiment, my beloved. But enough of that.. I'm afraid that you've completely forgot about our arrangement, the commitment that we made eons ago. "
You perked up looking back at Zhongli who's walking toward you, putting back the random book that you picked out back to it's place, you pondered as you try to remember the contract, then in a snap, a surge of heat rushed inside of you, hitting you into the core, you felt your body burned, you sweat as you held onto Zhongli with your dear life, as your legs trembled.
" W-what..? But I don't remember.."
" Oh, do not worry, I'll just need to remind you again, yes? "
Zhongli grumbled as one of his hand grips your hip, tightly, his golden-brown colored scales glimmered against the moonlight, his gaze hot as molten lava, you felt your body trembling, feeling his long and thick fingers pushing it in and out of your sopping hole, winking back at him.
You can only whimper and drool as you gripped the sheets tightly, his towering built of a body shadowed over you, the curve of his horns adoring his features once more.
“ That’s it, you’re doing so good for me, angel.”
You’ve always adored his hands, how taintless they are with his knuckles tight on his skin, the way it glistened especially when it’s poking and prodding your tight fucking hole.
You adored the way how his body was forged, the way he towered over your small figure, the every muscle, every crevices, his scars, the every fiber of his being, you leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose. mwah—
“ You're awfully sweet today, do you perhaps want something from me? Would you care to tell me? ”
Without even waiting for your response, he then grab the both of your legs up to your shoulders, folding you in half, holding you down onto the bed, your breath hitched, your eyes widening when you saw his elongated pink tongue delved deeply into your gummy walls.
His frothy spit dripping down on the globe of your ass, you panicked as you tried to pull on his hair, you cried but he merely dismissed your thrashing, as he continued to lick and suck, gripping the soft of your thighs tightly, his long nails digging onto it, you can't help but to lolled your tongue out, stimulating your stomach.
“ Please— nghhh! t-too much..! ”
You blurt out, the burning in your tummy resonates from your core throughout your limbs, legs shaky and mind hazy as he slobbers all over you, It’s so sloppy, creamy and after only a few strokes of his tongue, it’s already enough to send you into your orgasm of the night, your body trembled uncontrollably, you whimpered and writhe, your cock dribbling thick and smooth loads of cum.
Through your bleary peripherals, you stared at Zhongli's features, he's so beautiful..his fangs poking out his glistening lips, he was gentle but his tongue prodding deeply inside were mean, as he lick up and down your shaft, sucking it clean and shiny.
You felt him maneuvering you as you let out a shrilling shriek once you felt his bulging tip poke its away around the rim of your slobbering boy-cunt. He reached each and every spot, grinding in desperation, pinpointing every slick dribbling orifice and you saw the copious amount of precum at his slit, making a creamy ring around your rim, you stared at him again only to see him staring at you intently with his tongue poking out slightly on the side of his lips.
You felt your body stiffening as you felt it, the second one, prodding at your tailbone, Zhongli's second cock, you can feel it pulsating, the crown of his cock.
“ Do you feel it— my darling..? this two is going to fuck that hole. ”
You nodded and felt yourself drooled as a puddle of drool trailed down the corners of your lips, Zhongli once grabs your throat, squeezing it, staring at your form.
Fuck. He misses you, so much. Your gentle laughters, your smile, the serenity in your eyes. . . The way you frown when he dismisses your simple request, your hands, so warm and gentle as they glide through his long strands of hair.
Your throat, bruised and secured around his grip, your dumb brain already fogged up and it's just his tip in, barely even there.
Zhongli felt his instinct puncturing his remaining self control, the need to breed your hole, he wanted to impregnate you. Right now. Right there.
Breed, breed, breed!
“ Ready baby? be a dear and hold still for me.. mmhm— ”
Zhongli breathe in harsh air, his slipping and thrusting his cock upwards, deeply, hitting your prostate directly, you barely processed anything yet until he pulled out again only to pound it harshly back, making a bulge in your tummy, it's head poking you let out a guttural moan, tearing up by the satiating pleasure.
“ Haah...Uunngh.. Aaah.. ”
Once Zhongli starts to thoroughly stuff each individual thrust against inside your raw hole, you threw your head back choking in your own saliva and ecstasy, arching your back with such curve.
Zhongli held your lower thighs down to your hips not letting you escape, Zhongli’s ruthless hip snapping in and out, driving such sharp hips into you with little to no mercy and you only craved for more and more.
“ Nghhh— more, more, Uughh, more please! ”
You begged and moaned, getting intoxicated from the vicious sharp pounds of his thick and long cock.
Plap, Plap, Plap!
Once his bulbous tip kissed its way to your prostate back and forth, though, your eyes deliciously rolled in the back of your head.
“ Nghh— Zhongli, r-right the-”
“ Yeah, Here baby? ”
He replied with his heavy breathing, cutting off your tone by placing a finger to rub the bulge in your tummy, as you trembled at his touch, moaning as he press it down, as you let out a strangled cry tears run down your cheeks, trying to remove his fingers away only for him to tease you even harder.
Fwop, Fwop, Fwop!
He listened to the delicious obscene sounds as pounds into your creamy hole, trying to loosened the tight rim of your ass. you’re so destroyed that your boy-pussy is frothing fat globs of cum on his length, creating hot sticky and milky cum that kept oozing out your raw hole from so much cumming, you only lay defenseless as the man on top of you, pounded you for hours, your back and legs was now cramping and sore from so much friction.
Zhongli sensing your discomfort he once again caressed the mound of your thighs, slipping his arms up your back lifting you up to his chest, your head lulling down to his broad shoulder, Zhongli then rested his head against the frame of his mahogany headboard, balancing you by holding your hips as he settled you down on top of his stomach, His body slowly lowering down to the mattress, looking up to you with a sly expression.
“ Ride me, please, pretty baby? ”
Zhongli cooed at you, his voice dripping with honey, his eyes glimmering with a knowing glint, the illuminating light on his room, making a halo effect, your shadow over him, looking down at him adorably, you thought as you gripped onto his toned and firm stomach for support.
You mustered all of your remaining strength as you lift your body, reaching back to grab his hard pulsing cock, still wet and dribbling slick and creamy cum, slowly pushing it inside your sopping hole, eager for more, Zhongli merely stared at your heavenly figure as he was amused at your pathetic attempt of pleasuring him.
Without a thought, you tried to slam yourself back only to slip half way in, choking a sob, it's so fucking big— you almost lose your balance as you held support latching on Zhongli's chest, leaning at him, directly staring at his adoring irises as you felt his strong arms, snaking up your waist and up your back, securing you.
You push yourself back as you thought. No you need to please him, you need to at least give him a little pleasure. You started to move again, this time you finally slammed it in, Your eyes rolled back as it directly hit your prostate head on, your feeble attempt of bouncing up and down on his cock is so cute.
“ Nghhh— ”
Zhongli couldn't help himself but to thrust up, only to make a bulge into your tummy once again, gripping your hips ever so tightly to hold you down, his hot load seeping in deeply inside you again, his baby batter painting your insides so fucking good.
“ Yes, bounce on it... yes— up and down like that. You dirty slut. ”
Zhongli leaned in as he whispered into your ears, his voice sending shivers down your spine as you felt your orgasm once again, your mind completely fucked, you couldn't think a single thing at this point, incoherent noises is all you can respond, as harsh and brutal thrust kept bullying your inside, rearranging it.
“ Are you in for two this time, darling? ”
You didn't understand but you still nodded completely unaware of what storm it is. Zhongli held you once again as he held you down into a mating press onto the mattress as you sink in, You puzzled as you felt something, two.
The heads of his hard cocks started prodding in your glistening rim, your eyes widened as it punctured the air out of your lungs, It slid in, the two of it, it's delicious ridges hitting every spot, you felt your body shuddered from the sheer impact as you trembled uncontrollably all over again, you reached for his rippling biceps who's holding you down so hard, trying to tell him to slow down.
“ Z-zhongli— Nghh... please slo—!
“ Uugh..keep that pretty mouth of yours shut, all i wanna hear how delicious it sounds, the way my hole sounds like when I fuck it so hard.. Ngh— this hole is mine after all.. ”
Zhongli merely spoke with you with such tone, whimpering, spreading your legs wider, as he thrusted in, drilling your insides sooo— deep, He let out whimper as he fucked your hole in a brutal pace not caring whatever you say at this point, he needed to breed you and your thighs struggled to stay open and you were sure—just one more single hard thrust and you’d probably break into pieces, it would sent you into a blackout.
“ Keep them spread out, you dumb boy. ”
Zhongli spoke almost irritated, holding both of your thighs, you felt his cocks, the one bulging into your tummy as the other one kisses your prostate. You cried as you let out the sweetest whines, his bulbous tips scrapes its way through your gummy walls, the ridges stimulating you even more.
“ F-fuuck! Too much.. Too much—! Mmmghhh..! ”
You eyes widened as you felt his knot, the double knot expanding in your insides, you let out a choked sobs, drool drips down your lips once more, tears and snot covered and painted your face ever so hauntingly breathtaking, nn orgasm shook you to your core, as your cock sprayed up hot cum upwards, shooting it in zhongli's face, as he licked some of it.
“ Uughh— so much cum... Too much.. ”
“ The night is still young, my beloved..”
Zhongli merely let out a crazed smile, as he press down the small bump in your stomach, leaning down to kissed you sloppily, up to your forehead.
Hi, Thank you so much for all of the support! this is my first time writing a fic here in tumblr, please be kind to me, and this is not proofread so forgive me for the typos and bad grammar as english is not my first language. ( part 2? 👀)
It's been a hot minute since I posted like an actual lil piece I've been so focused on reading Manhwas and drawing because I simply enjoy it and I burned out with writing.
This is more of a thanks for sticking around and a welcome to the new followers <3 I also see the requests but I don't want to really ruin a good request by half assed writing from my part. I see y'all so don't feel discouraged by my silence I appreciate you guys!
Also for this one, it's just some fluff and it's not meant to be long, but I would definitely revisit Cecil again in the future just like some of ppl's fav's (from comments and req's) and fyi I never went to college or plan to- so idfk how it works and I only use the knowledge I have from literally reading. And idk if there's some trauma to the bed behavior that this is build upon, if so I'm sorry it wasn't intentional. The lil quirk suddenly popped up in my head so yea.
There's probably typos that I'm too lazy to fix
(I thought abt adding Tags but I'm so clueless ngl) but I can tag one person and one person only: @carnalcrows
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Sharing a bed wasn’t really something you had on your ‘bucket-list’ even if it was almost an everyday situation for a lot of people. Except for you, even as a child when a nightmare plagued you – your parents only allowed to sit next to your bed.
You loved your parents and they loved you and still do. So they always respected your wishes when it came to small things like this. Nobody knew exactly why the uncomfortable squirm and visage you would pull whenever the topic ‘sharing a bed’ came up.
Sleep overs with friends. You slept alone even if it was on the ground with your blanket and pillow.
A school trip, bunkbeds but if there was even the slightest hint of having to share the small space with another classmate? You rather slept on an airmattress and gave them the bed.
Everyone questioned at first, even you did – whispers and odd looks, but after some time people accepted that about you. Saying it was a little quirk of yours. It wasn’t like you hated any physical contact, no you were alright with hugs, handshakes and these sorts of things you normally encounter during your life and friendgroups.
Then college came around, your life opened up another path as you wanted to finish a major before you would travel around – just as compromised with your parents.
First college and then the fun.
Living your campus live in a dorm was – interesting for you but you managed until your last year when there was suddenly a change. You got a new dorm and roommate, that was the first time you saw him. Lazing on his bed, on the left side of the dorm, phone in hand and only sweats in the damned heat of summer.
Your eyes met, while giving each other a simple greeting and then both of you went to do your own stuff. Of course you found out what his name was, after you introduced yourself to each other, after you finished your side of the dorm.
Cecil Vicente.
That day was the beginning of where you found a new friend, a talker and listener but also comfort. Despite the different interests in a lot of things, as time passed Cecil hovered around you more and more, except even your roommate wasn’t allowed to sit on your bed.
Summer passed and autumn quickly followed.
Winter hit, with a drop in temperature and a sudden fall of snow over night, turning everything into a powdery white dream. Cecil and you spent still a lot of time together even after so many months and it did spark happiness inside of you that Cecil still spared so much time to care for your friendship, despite the other male being rather popular around campus.
The weekend came around quickly, with you laying in bed as the sun dipped behind the horizon, “Hey Y/n,” your eyes focused on the brunette standing by the entrance door. “Are you sure you don’t want to join?” tapping your pen on the wooden desk, you first didn’t find your voice, shaking your head before adding a polite “no thanks,” and a smile.
Cecil threw you a smile back, “If you need something, just call me and I’ll come as fast as I can,” were his last words before he stepped out of the door, towards a gathering or rather college party. This was another thing you weren’t hyped about.
Slowly hours passed by and you found yourself in your bed, comfortable in simple pajama pants. The sky has turned dark while snow fell, your eyes were focused on the rather large window between the two beds, which showed the light of the city and the snow falling.
Blanket pulled up to rest just below your collarbone, with your feet tucked between the last bit of the blanket, while the drowsiness slowly kicked in. Just as you were to fall asleep, the door to your dorm opened and someone stumbled in.
Of course you knew who that someone was, but you decided to make a comment as Cecil quickly picked up that he was rather loud for this time and continued his doings more quietly. Shoes were placed by the entrance followed by the jacket and soon the rustling of clothes was heard in the rather silent dorm.
Your eyes closed again and you snuggled yourself into the warmth of your blanket, which then was suddenly ripped from your hands and lifted. Eyes flying open, you stared into the person hovering over you.
Through the light that came in through the window, you could make out the slight furrow of Cecil’s brows. Before you could ask what was wrong, said male suddenly dropped onto your bed – his larger body covering half of yours, with his face sinking into your nape and an arm thrown over your waist.
It happened rather fast – without notice or warning.
Your mouth fell open, and closed like a fish as you tried to find your voice, “Wha-” your voice was higher pitched, but Cecil cut you off, “Just this once – please,” he pleaded softly against your ear, his hot breath caressing your ear.
But in the end your shoulders slumped, while your free hand nervously wrapped around Cecil’s forearm that laid over you. It was the first time you shared a bed and your heart was pounding erratically in your chest. Despite this you didn’t feel uncomfortable which surprised you.
Listening in to the evened breathing of Cecil, you were rather unsure of moving so you laid rather stiff in your own bed, before you closed your eyes and fell asleep soon after, with warm and heavy feeling of Cecil by your side.
Without knowing that the same man noticed your body relax as you fell asleep in his embrace. Making a small smile form on his lips, while his own heart started to beat faster with your warm breath brushing against his own skin.
ꗃ Summary: Every champion has its perks and gratuity, whether it'd be money, medals, trophies, fame, luxuries and other opulence you could ever name, but it's different for him. For him you are everything, you're his. Just imagine what would he feel seeing you getting touch by some insolent fan of his, that filthy and grubby fingers entangled in your hair, caressing the crown of your head, and you only let them do it? Are you aware of the consequences? You should.
ⓘ Warnings: porn with plot, description of boxing, blood and violence mentioned, possessive toji, marathon sex, bathtub sex, size kink, belly bulge, mating press, manhandling, degradation, fingering, creampie, overstimulation, breeding, cumflation, choking, dirty talk, dacryphilia, dumbification, missionary, body worship, slapping, spanking, fucking over a phone call, uses the term: cunt, pussy, somnophilia, not proofread.
Murmurs, gossips, rumors and half-baked claims. That's all you hear and all you see, whenever you go out for groceries, draped with long coats, a pair of mask and a black sunglasses, when you scroll throughout the media, hell you barely go out because of your relation but still, it's all the same thing.
Your eyes scanned the screen of your phone, softened yet saddened, reading articles and headlines of your lover's success and immediate bad remarks,Toji Fushiguro.
In the care of his home as it was yours as well, spacious condominium and multiple rest houses, there hanged and displayed his awards, medals, trophies and championship belts, but there was your picture with him sat beside of all his hard-earned opulences, glimmering brighter than any of it.
You met Toji even before he started to pursue boxing, you were his first. His beloved, The one that softened his brute and hardened heart. You remembered, no, you reminisced the times.
There you sat in the golden hour, sunset bleeds, seeping through the window as the curtain danced in the breeze, you pondered as you gently glided your pen on the paper. He stared at your form for hours, you felt it, the burning holes on your back, even when the teachers are calling for him he wouldn't budge, he bugged you, the large pad of his palm pats your head tenderly, will tease you, he shares his lunch with you even when he's not that blessed financially, Toji noticed that you don't eat so he reminds you so, You were top of the class afterall, you kept studying until the sun is down, Someone that was definitely not on his level, You were classmates, high-school sweetheart if you may.
Toji's definitely not the one to start a fight.. well not until you came into his life. Not only that you were top of the class, you also get people to cling on you, and he didn't like it, not one bit.
Though he does understand why people would cling on you, you were smart, pretty, and handsome, that's literally it, what's there to not like? Though one thing that he didn't like about you is that you're too kind.
You let people touch the places that he caressed, you let people touch the every fiber of you ever so carelessly. Toji felt his stomach churned as his jaw locked, teeth gritting at the sight.
His patience finally ran out, he felt something inside of him ignited when he saw you, cornered at the corridor with some lousy student who reeked cigarettes and failed hook-ups, you look uncomfortable and scared, pressing your textbooks in your chest, avoiding eye contact, pushing the man away as the he forced his way to kiss you as he slithered his hands on the small of your back.
Then it collided.
A clean punch, straight to the face.
The man flew to the ground with a thud, he was knocked-out.
OH MY GOD, HE KILLED HI—
You screamed internally as your mouth agape in shock, dropping your textbooks on the ground, eyes widening when you saw Toji clasps your wrist gently, telling you to follow him.
“ Calm down, pretty. He's not dead. ”
You heard his voice, deep and gravelly, you listened. You then noticed the texture of his hand gripping your wrist, it was large, the pad of his palm were rough, you also felt the line of his scars, yet they were warm and clean.
Toji led you to a place, part of the campus that you've never been to, It was quite hidden after all. It was full of wild flowers and grasses, trees standing tall, shielding the grassy pasture from the sunlight, the atmosphere were calming, as the cold wind greeted you.
“ How did you know of this place..? ”
You asked in wonder, as you saw Toji already sat down, leaning his back beneath a tree, patting to the ground beside him for you to sit.
“ Let's just say that I like to explore. ”
“ And go skip classes? How adventurous. ”
“ Wow. I just saved you and this is what you're going to pay me back? ”
You giggled at the dry sentiment, eyes crinkled into a crescent like shape, blinking only see Toji's gaze upon you, you breath hitched as you stayed silent.
Toji liked you, whether you believe it or not, he was smitten even. But the question is how? Yes your overwhelming good qualities is there but there's just something about you that he couldn't get enough. He never found it on anyone else he ever encountered.
Toji remembered the day he met you. He was utterly miserable and battered with gashes and bruises, his hair was a storm from the brutal training he experienced, he sat down on a swing at some random playground and there was you, who offered him some water and a towel with your name initials sewed, wafting the fabric conditioner and a light conversation, treated him like a human in need, the way your eyes held such gentle gaze, your fingers treading to his entangled inky black strands, Toji never felt so safe from someone who's your size.
He bit his lip, as he tasted the metallic taste of blood from his freshly opened scar on his lip. His family was quite famous when it comes to sports and enterprises, The reign of prodigies, The Zenin family, but he rebelled against them, he gained freedom, though under one condition, he'd pursue boxing and win championships.
You noticed the forming scar on his lips, it bled out, abruptly standing up to buy some medicine or antiseptic cream some of sorts only to feel a warm yet rough palm grasping your frigid arm from the temperature, looking down to see Toji's gunmetal irises, almost in a pleading way, pleading you to not leave him alone.
“ Stay. ”
The arena roared like thunder, while the broadcasters gossiped, and joked through the mic, echoing throughout the stadium, sharing their insights about the possible outcome of the fight.
The fans shouted his name, chanting it like some prayer, they cheered for him like he already won, he saw signs and a tons flirtatious messages and innuendos.
It is not a surprise that Toji has down bad fans and a few stalkers in the span of his boxing career, he's big, broad shoulders that can easily tower over someone, slender waist, rippling mounds of muscles across his arms and thighs down to his strong legs.
To be honest, Toji never really cared about some obsessive fans and stalkers bothering him, because in reality, they wouldn't even try to get close, because they can't, Toji is already capable of handling himself to some minor inconveniences and danger of the disrespectful fans, Yes they could post some of his thirst traps online for clout or something, they don't matter to him, they could dwell on his past for all he care, make insane headlines about him but one thing that the publicity could never touch is his lover, you.
Toji's refined and smooth skin glistened beneath the gleaming lights, his sweat dripping down his chin down to his chest, his dark strands sticking in to his forehead, sharp eyes, his pinkish, plump lips forming a thin line as his scar parted, smirking from the sight of his opponent, as he pounded his gloved fist together— bouncing off his feet, to warm up.
Whenever he was in a match, he would think of you, waiting for him at the backstage, sitting prettily as you watch him through the big screen, wearing his olympic jacket draping over your small figure, so when he wins, he would hang his gold medal adorning your neck as it shines.
He snapped out of his trance when heard his coach yell at him, signaling him and giving him instructions, Toji merely hummed as his adjusted his black mouth guard and head guard in place, answering his coach, muffled.
“ Do you hear me, Fushiguro? ”
“ Loun n’ clear, boss. ”
You shuffled at Toji's temporary quarters, fixing and tidying up his mess as you guys will go home together, stuffing his clothes and other necessities in his duffel bag, you hummed, hearing your lover's PR team scramble on their feet as the fight finally starts, leaving you alone, you were contemplating if you're going to the manager's office, there hanged the enormous screen to watch.
After you finished tidying up, you went to your own bag, prada. It was gifted by Toji on Valentine's Day, reaching inside to get your so called essentials, mask, sunglasses and a cap, to cover your image, unlike Toji, you would actually like to entertain fans though he never lets you, he never did, though you understand why.
You went your way to the manager's office room, the air conditioning hits your face gently, sitting down at some chair.
The match finally started as you sat down.
You watched Toji swung his fist with accuracy and impact, as it collided to his opponent's cheek, tilting his head guard to the side, you winced.
“ Yikes—! That will sent me to coma, immediately. . .”
After a few rounds, the tension is getting too high, hot even. Everything's on the flow until the bastard opponent purposely spat on Toji's foot, just to anger him, spoiling his mood, only for Toji to land a final blow on him that took a tooth from him in the process, knocking him out, he must've seen stars.
You barely contained yourself from laughing, remember.. you need to stay behaved, you watched through the screen as the referee finally took Toji's bulging arms up, declaring his victory, you squealed from your seat in glee.
You stood up from your seat, turning off the television, making your way out only to bump into someone.
“ Are you Toji Fushiguro's manager, can I please get his autograph? Is he here?! ”
Your eyes widened at the sight, you scanned his appearance, he was tall, his body was quite toned as well, greyish hair, tanned, lime eyes, he was wearing a backstage pass, though he might've got it wrong, it was a fan, you never met a fan before. Wait, why is he here..?
“ Oh.. I think you've mistaken me for someone else, though Toji isn't here yet, this is the manager room as you can see, kindly get out please. ”
You politely dismissed the fan, only for him to clasp your hand together, you gasp.
“ Uhm, Sir.. I think this is not a great ide— ”
“ Would you please accompany me to the backstage? ”
This. . .This man is really stubborn and quite irritating.
You internally thought, as you retreat one of you arm from his grip, you gave him the look.
“ Fine, follow me. ”
“ Woah, you're really kind...”
“ Quiet. ”
You led him to backstage room, only to found the PR team already tidying up the place, some of the staff greeted you.
“ This is the backstage, you may sit right over there.. ”
You pointed at the chair beside the coffee table, only to feel a hand patting your head rather harshly, messing your hair in the process, with one hand pinching your cheek even with the mask on.
“ You're really kind y'know that, though what's your name and why are you wearing a mask, are you sick? You're quite cute too. ”
Once again your eyes widened as you mouth agape, as the staff froze on what they're doing and tried to warn the man as if he was asking for his early death (he is).
You tried to tell him to stop but your words only go into his ear and comes out to the other side, you also tried smack his hands away, the staff also tried to help, but it was too late, you felt it from a mile away.
He's here.
And he saw it, the way that the man is holding you.
Oh you fucked up.
Your legs feel like jelly, they're shaking as you take it, your chest heaved, whimpering as you drooled into his broad chest,
“ What'd I tell ya about meeting my fans, hmm. . .? You dumb boy. ”
His words slurred into your head as you felt his long and think fingers, pump in and out of you covered in slick, his other hand smacked the globe of your ass, watching it jiggled in friction as you let out a wonton moan.
“ Fuuck— look at you, clenching your cute little cunt on my fingers. ”
You merely buried your face into his neck, arms scratching his back, the cold surface of the gold medal pressed up against his broad chest, it was hanging on your neck, muffled whimpers was heard, feeling his long fingers curling inside your gummy walls.
“ Nghh— m'sorry. . . won't do it again! ”
You lift your head to apologize, tears filling your eyes, only to choke on your own saliva, you felt his fingers protruding and bullying your prostate dead on, rubbing against your walls, as you writhed and shake uncontrollably.
“ NGHH— ”
Toji pushed his thick fingers in and out of your creamy hole, slick dripping and coating the globe your ass, making obscene sounds, slippery and wet delicious noises, your thighs throbbed.
“ Such a greedy slut, aren't you, doll? ”
You bucked your hips, grinding down into his fingers, straddling his strong arm, locked, you felt Toji's hands gripping your legs together, lifting it up to your head, pulling his fingers out of your tight fucking hole, dipping his head down to suck your creamy hole, his slick tongue licking the stripe of your ass, slipping his long tongue in your warm walls, frothy spit dribbling down his chin down to his neck, glistening, your felt his plump lips ghosting just righton top of your tight ring, his scar, feeling heat in your tummy.
Toji pushed apart your legs, going for your lips, kissing you sloppily, you tasted the slick, feeling his large hand slithering in your neck choking you in the process, you whimpered.
“ I'm gonna fuck you so hard the only thing that your mouth will babble is my fat fucking cock. ”
His gravelly voice ranged through the heavy tension, the smell of sex reeked on the air, his pearly whites peaking, a quirk of his lips, smirking as he looked down at your form, his glimmering gunmetal irises stared sharply, helplessly.
You can't stop twitching and moaning uncontrollably, you bit your lips, almost bleeding out, pretty little tears rolling down your cheeks, as your eyebrows knitted together.
“ P-please you're too— deeeep. . .”
Toji held your wrist together, upwards, his other arm held down your hips, your weight dipping down into the mattress, he merely dismissed your complaints, angling his hips, hitting the bundle of nerves, his thick, veiny cock abusing your prostate, the creamy and bubbly loads of his cum made an obscene white ring on your rim, dripping down the globe of your ass.
“ Shut up and take it— you dumb boy. ”
You drool into your pillow, like some cheap whore, you yearn— no, chase for it, the coiling heat inside of your tummy, your consciousness almost blearing out from the sheer impact of Toji's thrust.
His thrust was brutal and passionate, he fucks it deeper inside, Toji watched his cock go in and out of your tight cunt, the creamy and frothy cum coating his shaft, deliciously.
Toji groaned, almost whimpering when he felt you clenched around his dick.
“ Are you trying to snap my dick in half, Doll? ”
Toji then gathered your legs together, your thighs collided, lifting your legs over your head, gripping it tightly, he sloooowly— pulled out his cock, the thick and veiny shaft, almost pulsing.
He then slip it back in a heartbeat almost knocking out the air out of you, you felt so full, so filled, you let out a silent scream.
“ Sooo big— too muchhh nghh. . .”
You babbled, trembling, knees weak, you felt him in your tummy, Toji noticed, as he pressed down the forming bulge below your bellybutton, rubbing it, you moaned and whimpered loudly, you tried to remove his palm, your tongue lolling out like a slut.
“ Look honey, Daddy's sooo— deep inside of your boy pussy. . .”
Toji's brutal thrust was consistent, the bed kept creaking, hitting the headboard on rhythm, he trained for endurance, plenty of stamina, he wasn't close to done, even after multiple orgasms, he could go for days— weeks, even.
Plap, Plap, Plap!
But you can't, you weren't built for it, but he was willing to shape your body, he will train you to take his dick, to take his heavy loads, he wanted to breed you until you're so full of his creamy cum, his seed, he wanted to see his hole full of hot cum, dripping down your ass, plugging it back in with his fingers.
Your stomach was covered in cum and slick, your cock ached from so much cumming, your chest heaved, your body was covered in sweat, the bed was also covered in slick, sweat and cum that dripped out of you.
Toji then glided his fingers, combing his hair into a slick back, few of his inky dark strands sticked onto his forehead, huffing gently, he then slipped his strong arms on your back, lifting you, as your head lulled down into his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him for support, straddling his waist with your legs.
Toji immediately got the memo, securing your form against his warm body, he leaned in to kiss the crown of your head softly.
“ Doing so good for me, aren't you my angel? ”
You melted, burying your head deeply into his neck, your arms slithering around his neck, lifting your head to kiss his jaw, tenderly, in return.
Toji's eyes widened, as it softened, grinning softly, kissing the tip of your nose down to your swollen lips.
“ Two can play that game. . . ”
His rough voice ranged throughout your ears, you felt his steady heartbeat with yours, your smooth and soft tummy against his toned stomach.
He then walked his way into the bathroom, there sat a pristine bathtub, the shower was surrounded with glass, the light, almost dimmed, illuminated with serenity, Toji sat you down on the stool, as he prepared the bathtub, turning on the warm water combined with cold.
Your legs were still wobbly, the aching feeling in your back was still lingering, you almost winced.
Toji lifted you once again, dipping his foot first to test the water's temperature, now dipping his whole body in with you in his arms, the water sloshing and engulfing your tired body, his strong thick thighs down to his legs surrounding your sides, you leaned onto his chest.
Toji grabbed the bottle of shampoo, pouring it into his palm, lavender.
He glided the liquid into your scalp, meticulous fingers entangling the knots of your hair, he also got your favorite body wash, gliding it over your supple skin, the foamy and bubbly soap, glistening all over your body, you massaged your neck, shoulders, arms, down to your back, and stomach, grabbing the shower head and rinsing you.
After a while, you decided.
“ Baby, can I wash you as well. . ? ”
You timidly asked your lover, playing with the water beneath you.
Toji's eyes widened, as he grinned, his hand slithering up to your jaw, tilting it to face him, he kissed your jaw to your lips, his tender gaze drowning you, sweetly.
“ Aren't you a sweetheart? ”
Your eyes softened at his gesture, you made your way, facing him, you knelt down, it was wobbly, you tried to grip onto the sides of the tub for balance, you almost slipped, yelping until you felt warm hands kneading and pressing up to your hips.
“ Careful now, wouldn't want you to drown and hit your head, angel. ”
“ Shut it. . .”
His rough and gravelly voice was heard, you blushed profusely, you took the bottle of shampoo, gliding it to his scalp, pulling his dark hair into a slick back, you stole a sweet kiss on his forehead, you also used your favorite body wash, gliding it over his refined arms, and his toned body, his scars, you felt his gunmetal irises stared at you, he's gorgeous.
Toji merely stared at your form, taking good care of him, the tender touches, the way you kissed his forehead, tracing his scars that he once hated, you loved them, and he learned to love it as well, he felt the coiling heat on his stomach, he didn't flinch, when he felt your fingertips ghosted above his tip, he felt blood rushed to his cock, fuck.
Once you were done, you leaned onto his broad chest, until you felt it.
He was still hard.
“ You think we're done yet? Nuh uh. . . ”
Your eyes widened, looking beneath the water, only to see the crown of his bulbous tip poking between your thighs.
Toji then slipped his hands to caress your stomach down to your neglected cock, his other hand fingering your creamy and warm cunt, you mewled into your palm.
He lined himself up, guiding his cock to your entrance. Thick, hard, veined— he thrusted upwards, hitting your sweet spot, you drooled, pushing it deeper.
He knelt down in the tub, standing up, lifting you up, with your knees up to your head, folding you in half, as he lined up his shaft to your slick hole, thrusting inside, hitting your prostate, you moaned and whimpered profusely, your toes curled.
He fucked you in long, steady strokes, pushing deep with each thrust, making sure you felt every inch, every vein of his dick. The girth of him inside you was torment, your cock spurt out thin sheen of cum. head tipped back, neck full of fresh bruises, mouth drooling, his shaft was coated in creamy cum from the previous loads of cum he fucked into you earlier, it dripped out, making wet squelching noises when he thrusted in and out, he filled you to the brim just like a creampie.
“ Fuuuck— you're so fucking tight. ”
Toji cursed, buried himself deep, and came inside you—hot, thick spurts of his creamy load that made your thighs spasmed.
“ No matter how many times I fucked this pussy, it's still so fucking tight. ”
He pulled out only to thrust back in with a deep, filthy squelch, and you moaned—a raw, high-pitched moan that echoed in the room, he gripped your thighs tighter, he pushed you down to his shaft pushing the cum deeper, fast, you saw the tip of his cock bulging in your tummy.
“ NGHH— s-slow down. . ! ”
You whine. He grabs your hips and slams in again, fucking you with the weight of his cock, his heat, his heavy balls slapping against your ass.
“Fuuuck— fuck— take it— ”
He snarls, his rough and gravelly voice gets you intoxicated, you're too cock-drunk to even comprehend, slamming in and staying there as his cock throbs. And pulses, his every vein dragging along your velvety walls, he painted it white.
Toji’s voice is low, his breath hot against your ear, and his cock is buried deep inside you, pulsing with each heavy and fast grind of his hips, clinging to him as he starts to thrust, brutal and deep, it hits your prostate, making your cock spurt out loads of smooth cum dripping down your shaft, you moaned loudly, the remaining energy in your body leaving.
You passed out after you came, consciousness leaving your system, you felt your ears ringing, and Toji's inaudible voice.
You woke up, in your room, it was dimmed, dark curtains surrounded the glass windows, the coldness of the room hits your body, your hair and body was warm and dry, except your hole.
Your bleary sight is finally vivid, your eyes widened, you saw Toji still thrusting inside of you, you whimpered when your mind finally functions.
“ Well look who's finally awake. . . ”
He kissed your lips, with your mouth open, almost in instinct, slipping his warm pink tongue inside, he grips your thighs, pushing them up, folding you until you’re fully exposed under him. His cock hits that spot that makes you gurgle in the process, choking in your saliva, your hole feels so raw.
“ Did you sleep well, angel? You passed out. ”
“ Ngh— how long was I asleep. . ? ”
You barely nodded as you asked, your voice was hoarse and gravelly, with your swollen lips and eyes.
“ Almost for five hours. . .”
Your mouth agape, your eyes widened in fraction, you gripped onto his biceps.
“ Baby, what about your training. . ! Mr. Shiu w-would be so livid! ”
Toji merely dismissed you, thrusting his cock in and out of you, the cum is overflowing from the amount of loads that he dumped inside of your boycunt, he pressed down the bulge in your tummy, his canines peaking once again.
“ Training can wait, angel, I'm not done breeding you yet. . . ”
He starts thrusting harder, faster. His heavy balls still filled with his seed, he's so pent up from the days that he didn't get to fuck you because of those stupid trainings, from the times that he'd get so horny, wet dreams about you bouncing up and down his dick with his cum dripping down his shaft from your sopping wet cunt, his balls slap your ass with every thrust, creamy squelches, looong deliberate thrust dragged along your hole, like some cheap fleshlight, his personal cum dump.
Plap, Plap, Plap!
You can only moan and whimper as you take it all, you felt something vibrate on the bed, it was Toji's phone with an unfamiliar number displayed on the screen, Toji noticed as he smirked,he accepted the call and put it on speaker, you stared curiously at him, he stared at you with his phone on his ear, you heard a quite familiar voice, annoying even.
“ Hello, Mr. Fushiguro? Again I apologize for what happened yesterday, It wasn't my intention to discover your lover, and harass him at that, your management told me to apologize to you and your lover, I signed the contract that I wouldn't reveal these events on the public eye, may I please apologize to him, If I may. . ? ”
“ Why of course? here he is. . . ”
Your eyes widened as you finally get what he was planning, you frowned at him, Toji merely smiled at you, mocking you, you flushed when he put the phone beside your ear, your hands weren't exactly available right now as it was restrained by his vice grip.
“ Ah, hello, I would like to apologize to you as well, as I said, it wasn't my intention to harass you, I was just so excited to see Mr. Fushiguro, and I didn't know that he has a lover, you were quite a beauty, I can see why he's so protective of you. . . ”
Toji gritted his teeth and jaw, he felt something inside of him, possessiveness and jealousy, his eyebrows knitted in irritation, that made him thrust upward inside of you, deep and hard, you tried to muffle your noises as you bit your lips, he gripped your hips down with his other hand onto the mattress, but you still tried to answer.
“ Y-yes. . . It's a-all good now— mhnghh— ”
“You like this. You like being used and stuffed full to the brim while that bastard hears us, don’t you? What a whore. . . ”
Toji leaned in to your other ear, he whispered with his hot breath fanning in the surface of your ear, every time his hips slam into yours, you feel the slap of his skin, the obscene slick of his cock grinding inside you, you really tried to muffle your moans but the heavy and squelching noises says it anyways.
“ O-oh, Is that so? I'm glad then. . . Though are you alright? you seem to be distracted. ”
“ No worries, I-i just pulled a muscle—! ”
He pressed his hips flush to yours, his cock still twitching inside your soaked hole, he then grabbed the phone back to him.
“ Alright, that's enough. bye, sayonara or whatever. ”
“ Ah— Goodbye— ”
Turning off the phone and tossed it on the side, he stared down at you, watching his thick shaft still piercing you for almost a day now.
“ Haaaah. . .ngh—Tojiiiii—”
He thrust in, hard, You jolted, a delicious moan spilling from your lips as he grinds his hips deeper, refusing to pull out, you’re shifted on your back, legs trembling while you're folded in half, gripping the sheets, while his cock pulses deep inside you—raw, hot, wet and creamy.
“ Such a good boy you are. ”
He breathes, and panted, his voice rough and almost hoarse, while he caressed your hips tenderly.
“ Took me so well and letting me fuck you dumb and fill you up just like you deserve. . .”
You merely nodded profusely, accepting your fate, because you're so sure that he wasn't done yet.
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I hate this country so much. I live in a city that would be targeted in all this nonsense too. Sorry if I never finish my fics, I've just been so busy. I feel like I'm on limited time to do things I love and enjoy now. I hate this country I hate my stupid president this is so unnecessary. I just want to live my life. I want everyone to live their life without world leaders doing shit like this. I'm scared. There's a part of me that feels like I should just stop caring because I always had a feeling this would happen at some point. But I guess it's also human to fear the never ending dark that comes after all of this.
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This is my first time on Tumblr, like actually. Lately, I've been losing the motivation to write. As a writer, well, it sucks more than anything to lose motivation to do your favorite thing. So, I decided to create a Tumblr and make daily blogs about my work to overcome my writer's block. Don't worry, though, if you, by any chance, have taken an interest in my blogs, I'll still remain active on Tumblr.
꒰ Thing's to Note...
This blog will have posts mixed with old writing and the usual daily, new posts. Old pieces of writing will have something to indicate it's an old piece, and that I just wanted to share it because it was made at a time when I was enjoying my hobby, and felt a bit of confidence in it. I'll have some tag or indicator to specify whether it's a new or old piece.
For my daily posts, I can't promise it'll be of high quality. Again, this is to overcome my crippling Writer's block.
Blog posts may include NSFW topics. I will chose to not list any for future reference but there will be disclaimers at the start of any nsfw or triggering posts. (And Minors be warned. Whatever you find on here isn't my responsibility.)
What to know about me?
I'm a Dude (He/Him) .
I enjoy consuming most visual media like anime, shows, movies, and even short films. But that doesn't exclude other entertainment mediums like books and fanfiction. I tend to consume these in a way where I gain inspiration. If anyone has suggestions, please suggest me some shows or something to watch for Inspo.
