#ilonanan requests

itoshi rin — give in to me

requested by anonymous

sypnosis: rin has always liked you, his big brother's girlfriend. sae heads out unexpectedly for a trip, leaving the two of you alone, and you vulnerable to rin.

warnings: nsfw (smut), aged up!rin (18+), dead dove: do not eat, dub/noncon (reader is drugged then gives in), somnophilia, drugging, unprotected sex (p in v), cheating, creampie, light degradation, changing up the past a bit

rin wish he could explain his actions at the moment. he can, actually, it's the why he can't seem to justify. but pondering right and wrong is beyond pointless, and rin doesn't even attempt to stop himself from crushing the pills into a powder-like substance. rin has always liked—no—loved you, and that's the best justification he can give. he can't just leave you in the care of his poor excuse of a big brother, you were supposed to be his.

once sae had returned from his trip to spain, he brought along you. a gorgeous woman who he happened to meet along his stay, eventually developing an obvious romantic relationship. but rin would rather ignore that connection—you're his, and he's convinced you want him too. the way you had tried to sugarcoat sae's words to him when he dissipated his dream was so pathetic—it was cute. maybe, just maybe, you actually cared for the striving kid in him that had just lost his dream and his brother in one night.

rin remembers the night vividly, the lecture sae had given him, essentially calling him useless. he remembers how sae had walked away after that final kick, and how you watched it all unfold from the fence. while his own big brother had walked away, you, sweet you, ran to him. you didn't hesitate to take the boy into your arms, embracing him and attempting damage control. that's when the obsession began. your words were so pointless, but you still tried your hardest. to rin, you looked so pathetic that it was endearing.

rin couldn't let you walk away now.

and that's why he's here, preparing your morning coffee while sae is away on business. he's not entirely sure why you're staying over when sae is gone—but he certainly isn't complaining. after all, he wouldn't have gotten the chance to be alone with you if you decided to just stay home. rin can hear you stir awake in the next room, so he speeds up the process. just before you can enter the kitchen, rin finishes stirring in the last bits of your preferred customization into your coffee—along with the crushed sleeping pills. rin is fascinated with the way they dissolve so beautifully into the liquid, but his attention turns to you as soon as you enter.

and that's how this predicament ensued—with rin pushing the head of his cock into your tight and unaware cunt. you were grateful to rin, for making your energy source for the day, and for remembering exactly how you like it. you giggled softly, letting it slip that sae could never remember your exact customization—and rin's pride inflated from that alone. he knows you better than his stupid, pathetic excuse of a brother and a boyfriend. however, after consuming the last drop of your coffee, there was a noticeable dip in your ability to stay awake. before you knew it, you had passed out right on the couch.

so now you're here, splayed across your boyfriend's bed—but it's not him that's currently on top of you, or pushing inside of you. it's your boyfriend's little brother—rin. the guy who's had a crush on you since he saw you—since you showed care for him. he's pined after you for months, detailing himself on each and every aspect of your schedule, your routine—you, you, you. and now he gets to finally feel the warmth of you, against his bare skin and around his cock. and the best part of it all—he gets to do this to you in his brother's bedroom, on your boyfriend's bed.

rin has you still slightly clothed, with your shorts and panties tossed off to the side. he's fully naked and situated between your legs, relaxed and spread out. it exposes your cunt bare to rin, and he fights a moan that wishes to escape as he grabs the base of his dick. the laugh he lets out is manic as he takes in your form, still covered by sae's shirt that is wrapped around your body. rin pumps his cock once, twice, before finally easing the tip into your pussy. the pleasure is instantaneous, and he throws his head back at the way your walls hug every vein and ridge his cock has to offer. "it's like you were fucking—oh—made for me..."

once the head is fully submerged within your walls, rin experiments with touching the body he's desperately longed for. both his hands find the end of sae's shirt and he pulls the material up to reveal your breasts. "no bra..? it's like you're trying to kill me, slut." rin spits out, suddenly aggressive. it's okay, he reassures himself; you can't even hear a word he's saying, after all.

rin's hands instinctively come to grab at your breasts, big hands wrapping around each one and massaging the mounds of flesh. rin leans down to press kisses along your chest, and he already feels the urge to cum just because of the plushy flesh. though unconscious, his ministrations have you whimpering softly as rin toys with your body—it has rin's mind reeling. he takes one of your nipples between his thumb and his index, rolling the sensitive bud and eliciting a loud, drawn-out moan from your lips. your auditory pleasure sends a shot of arousal straight to rin's pelvis, and he instinctively thrusts—all the way. rin fucking moans as he bottoms out, hyperaware of every single twitch and flutter of your walls around his dick. rin is amazed at how you stay so peacefully asleep—all while he violates your body.

he's hesitant to start moving, still afraid of waking you. but the way you squrim in your sleep, the way your subconscious mewls at the way he touches you—the way you moan his brother's name instead. "mmphh—sae!"

rin can't seem to hold back anymore.

and he doesn't—pulling back his hips just so the tip of his cock remains, just to slam it all back in. the way your tight pussy sucks him back in so easily, and the way it's almost difficult to even pull out has rin addicted. "don't say his fucking name," rin pants out, anger and jealousy melding with lust. "i'm the one making you feel good, not him—he's not even here." rin allows the lust to drain his ration, desire influencing every single action he makes. his hips pull back and into you at an alarming pace, with force that'll definitely cause soreness after you wake up. months after fisting his cock to the thought of you—and he can finally have the real thing.

unbeknownst to rin, the dosage of pills he had placed in your coffee was far too little—and you begin to stir awake. your eyelids flutter open slowly, vision blurry and mind fuzzy. you can barely make out the way rin's cock bullies your insides with messy, uneven thrusts at that spot. rin is too focused on fucking you to notice you're awake, and his thrusts get even more erratic as he feels the sudden shift of how your pussy wraps around him. your walls clench around his dick perfectly, and he moans loudly into your neck at the sensation.

once you fully take in your surroundings, confusion and panic settles in. you take a single glance at the hair color of the man on top of you, and you realize it's nowhere near the color of your boyfriend's. it's rin on top of you—inside of you. it's rin pinning you down, moaning into your ear with unrestrained volume. it's rin that's bullying your cunt—that spot that makes your brain go mushy. "rin...? what are you—"

your words barely register in rin's mind, and your voice only pushes him to thrust deeper into your cunt. mindlessly, he responds without truly realizing you're awake, "shhh.. give in to me." the depth places a new force on your g-spot, and you moan instinctively. the pleasure forces the panic and fear out of you, and your arms come up to cradle rin's neck. rin's still entranced by the feeling of your wet heat—that is until he feels your legs wrap around his waist, effectively lifting yourself slightly off the bed and bringing your body closer to his. he stills momentarily, raising his head to look at you. he's nearly blown away and about to cum at the sight: your head thrown back and eyes closed shut. the next thing you say might as well be his damn luckiest dream.

"please don't stop! feels too—aaaah—good!" you moan out loudly, legs tightening around his body. that encourages rin to keep going, cock plunging into you that it has your arousal audible. "rin!"

now you're really trying to kill him.

rin can feel his orgasm building up quickly, and the way your moans get more unrestrained with every passing thrust only worsens it. he can feel his cock twitching inside of you, all while you can feel his pelvis pounding at your clit every time he bottoms out. the combined pleasure of his dick inside of you and the stimulation to your clit has your knot unraveling. the pressure in your pelvis builds rapidly—and you're close. this is so fucked. you have a boyfriend—but the one inside of you is his own little brother. it hasn't even occurred to you yet that you're in sae's bedroom, in his clothes.

but the string of moans that fall from rin's lips push those thoughts to the side, and it pushes you to the edge. "rin—fuck! cumming, cumming, cumming—i'm cumming!" rin speeds his hips as he chases your orgasm, and his. you clench around him, walls fluttering as you cum—and it guides rin to follow. you can feel how his dick pulsates within your cunt, and how it twitches once, twice, until—spurt! rin cums inside of your pussy in long, drawn-out ropes, and you can feel the way it floods your insides. rin whimpers into your neck as he empties every last drop into your sopping wet cunt, and your body limps against his. you try to process the gravity of what just happened—but pleasure, and the added taboo, is the only thing on your mind.

that changes quickly though as you hear your phone ding! while still holding onto rin, one arm reaches out to grab the device. displayed on the screen is a text message from sae—your boyfriend—the big brother of the guy who's currently still hard in your cunt. your eyes fill with fear as you read the message.

"just landed at the airport baby. be there in 10"

panic once again fills your veins as you squirm against rin, arms flailing in attempt to hit him off you. "rin, get off me! sae's almost home!"

rin only groans as you scramble in his hold, and he can feel the way you drag your pussy all sorts of ways on cock. rin responds unfazed, "good, i'm still hard."

michael kaiser — keep that attitude up

requested by @veelovescandy

warnings: nsfw (smut), unprotected sex (p in v), brief dry humping, brat/brat tamer dynamic, power dynamics (msub, so kinda ooc?), collar & leash, asphyxiation, dacryphilia, angsty ish

you're really not sure where kaiser even finds his confidence. sure, he's tall, athletic, and pretty damn good-looking—hell, he's aiming to be the best in the world. it's only natural for him to be slightly narcissistic—he's worked so hard for this. but as good of a soccer player he is, he's clueless when it comes to relationships—to you.

love is such a foreign subject to him. too confusing. too abstract. too many loose ends that need sewing. it requires consistency, full effort and attention to keep—and it's not like soccer. he's a genius, natural born prodigy at what he does—he takes the basic information and transforms it into perfection. it's all so minimal. but with love—with you—he not only feels as if he's being demanded perfection, it's confusing when you don't expect the absolute best. he's had many opportunities in life, once-in-a-lifetime shots that allow no room for failure. but you disregard perfection—you demand to learn him through his mistakes, the essence of him.

he has some type of friendship, sure, but that's ness. somewhere there, kaiser still feels the burden of excellence. ness caters to him. but you're not like ness. you make it clear that kaiser needs to compromise and cater to you as well. it's a strange feeling—to be demanded to change for another person, but kaiser has never felt this fear of losing something this strongly in his life. the only thing that would be close is the soccer ball he refused to let go when he was little—founded. he's not absolute perfection, kaiser knows that, but his pride is too fragile from a past built on broken glass.

and that's why you're here to remind him.

kaiser's currently situated on the floor on his knees, legs folded so his body lay rest atop them. before him stands you, perched on the edge of a bed like siren. the room is dim as the last few rays of sunshine begin to make its course down the horizon. but the golden waves peek through the curtains, highlighting you in a cast of gold and enchanting beauty. you take in account the way kaiser stares at you as if you were a field of blue roses, and you return his mesmerization with a small smile. he notices almost immediately, turning his head away in embarrassment. him? gawking over someone else? fucking impossible.

but your hand, leash wrapped around your palm, traces towards his chin. and below that? around his neck? there, lies a beautiful navy leather collar. you chuckle softly before gripping the bases of his jaw, pulling his face to turn towards you once more. in his eyes hold a resistance, a remaining anchor to hold onto his pride. your poor kaiser, he hasn't learned the true etiquette of how to speak to a lady yet, especially one who's his girlfriend. before kaiser can find something else to gawk at other than you, you pull his chin forward and purr sweetly, "mihya, do you want to repeat what you said earlier?"

kaiser bites down a scoff and gulps instead, ego unrelenting. he retorts rather crudely, "i said, i don't need you nagging me about something so pointless." he waits for your response, hoping to sense some sort of agitation sparked within you, call it as what he believes is the right reaction—his sense of normalcy. instead, you don't shove, push, pull, you don't even scoff. but he sees the grin that covers your face, and he senses pure sadism within it.

"oh, so is that it? then, i apologize for being so pestering, schatzi." you pull forward on the leash wrapped around your hand, causing kaiser to jolt towards your direction. the leash drags the collar around his neck forward, pressure tightening around the sides and hindering his breath for a second. "you see, i don't do well with people ignoring me. so forgive me if i came off annoying," another tug of the leash.

you lean down to match kaiser at eye-level, and you can see it. the moisture that builds up in the lines of his eyes—pretty, clear, and sparking tears. kaiser's eyes widen once you notice, batting his eyes quickly in attempt to hide them. poor kaiser, doesn't he know that only pushes the tears further out? he regrets it quickly as he feels a wet warmth trail down his check, originating from his tear ducts. and once he opens his eyes to look at you once more, they're glossed over and reddening. the laugh that resonates from your core aims at kaiser's ego, the first crack to shattering the wall.

kaiser gathers the pieces breaking off in attempt to prevent further damage to his dignity and clicks his tongue, jerking his head back to shift his attention back. he mutters curses, not particularly aimed towards you, but to prevent himself from succumbing to his fear. he can't give you one-hundred percent—not yet, he's still unaware of his limitations and yours. how much of himself does he have to give before you throw the rest away? do you want him at his truest—the ugly, selfish, afraid, worst? will you give up on him before you tear down that final vine of rose thorns? the tears that fall from his waterline burn at his skin, salt settling in the raw of his pores. it's not only physical, it's the accumulation of mental exhaustion—of limiting himself to perfection and never showing you him at his weakest. are you ready to love him down to his worst mistake?

and it's frustrating that kaiser doesn't understand that you are—you're ready to keep him on this leash of infatuation and love until you choke out his surviving defiance. and you do exactly what you need to prove that determination as you tug on the leash, much harder than before. the tug pulls his quadriceps forward, and his chin lands onto your lap. his irises, too blue for such eyes that long for true freedom of the sky, marvel at you, a quiver in his lip as tears continue to form around the ridges of his eyes. his awe is overtaken with a sense of obligatory as you move your lips, "stand up, michael. or, keep that attitude up for all i care."

defiance rips through his bones immediately, but the fear of abandonment—the longing for more overrides his brat. so, he follows your command quite easily, but his wall hasn't broken yet. you watch carefully as he rises from his position on the floor, feet kicking out in order to stand before you. he goes from kneeling before you, to towering over you with a collar attached to your hand by a leash. the bulge in his boxers twitches to life as a result of a moment so sexual—intimate. leash in your grasp, you lie further back onto the bed, legs parting to make way for kaiser's figure. the collar and leash leads him to follow suit, pelvis aligned with yours as his body leans into yours. kaiser tries his absolute hardest to fight the sounds of sniffles and sobs, but it's too late. you already feel a drop of moisture land on your chest as he nuzzles into your breast.

the dress you wear has fallen past your thighs and the fabric bunches around your iliac crest. your bare cunt—curse you, for teasing him like this—meets his clothed erection in suffocating proximity. kaiser wrestles with the urge within him to just drive, to slam his hips against the bottom of your thighs. he's sure it'd be a delicious type of pleasure—and you know it too, you can feel the way his cock twitches for the slightest movement. kaiser knows the pleasure would be delightful with the added friction of his boxers. but to him, perfection comes first—which includes self-control.

funny what the simplest tug of leather can do to a man.

you yank softly at the leash, and that's all that's needed to motivate kaiser—to break down his remaining barrier. a new batch of tears form at his waterline as he finds himself now buried in the nook of your neck and trapezius. his hips pull forward, dick hitting your clit in just the right way. and he feels it too—how your cunt slobbers his clothed erection in arousal. almost as if his hips have a mind of their own, they find their rhythm of moving against you that has kaiser's dick drowning in his own pre-cum. kaiser resists the urge to even let out the softest moan, but you tug on the collar again, and escaping him is a choked sob.

you revel in kaiser's pure pitiful state, and you breathe out, "in, mihya. do that for me." and it's so foreign to have to listen to another's command—usually he's in charge of that. but he doesn't fight, the brat in him is gone—folded out of existence just from your seduction.

his hands find the waistband of his boxers hastily, lithe fingers forcing them down his hips and past his legs. they fumble to the floor, bundling around his ankles as he wastes no time in kicking them off. kaiser breathes shakily as he grabs the base of his cock, jerking it a little and smearing both his and your arousal against each other. the natural lubricant from both of you aids him in pushing his cock into you. the head of his cock pushes past your labia and into the walls of your vaginal canal, and that earns a gasp from the both of you. the stretch is painfully delicious, and it has you tightening the grip of the leash, consequently pressurizing the sides of the collar and choking kaiser slightly.

he keeps pushing into you until his pubis meets your clit, bottoming out his full length into you. his dick curves perfectly into your g-spot, that erogenous area that pushes your brain into a daze. his glans press against it as he continues to leak more and more pre-cum into you. you're such a tight fit for kaiser, but he doesn't complain. his mouth falls open in a series of pants as he eases into your body, waiting for your walls to adjust to his size. and once you give him the go-ahead, a two-fingered tap on his shoulder coupled with another pull of the leash, kaiser doesn't relent.

his hips drive forward and back against yours in repeated, languid motions. your labia clings to the base of his cock each time he even threatens to pull back, cunt tightening around him in the bestest of ways. the grasp you have around his neck with the leash in hand is firm, keeping his pace steady into you. the head of his cock pounds against your cervix and that sweet-spot inside of you so well. but there's still something odd—an intention for perfection still. kaiser's forearms situate themselves besides each side of your head, allowing the chance to hold himself up. but as he raises his head from the valley between your tits, one glance at your eyes and he can tell you're already irritated. and you confirm it so when you click your tongue, "let go already, mihya."

he tries to defy your orders once more, a last attempt to regain his dignity. but all he needs is not just a tug of the collar—but a full jerk forward that restricts his airway. "scha—tz!" kaiser chokes, words caught in his throat. his eyes look at you with unspoken pleas to release the tension in his collar, and he nods feverishly as a means to say i promise i'll listen.

you're satisfied with kaiser's pathetic display, and you hum in contentment as you loosen the tension on the collar. in return, kaiser gasps for air as he feels his thrusts begin to develop an unrestrained rhythm. the beats of his heaves once in controlled, precise strokes to your insides, stutter into erratic, unrestrained thrusts. kaiser allows himself to fully immerse within the confines of your pussy that—despite its tight space—feels so freeing. he gives into the temptation of the apple, body relaxing as his cock twitches inside of you. he cries when he feels you clench, walls tightening around his dick that seems to push him even further to that mind-dizzying destination. no longer are his thrusts limited from the burden of perfection—they're focused on chasing his pleasure alone, the deepest, selfish desire you've been trying to reveal all along. this is your way of telling him it's okay to be his true self around you—to show all the pathetic and worst sides of him to you, and that you'll love him through it all.

your moans egg kaiser on further, finding perfection in the greed and desire he's tried so hard to restrain from you. your other arm comes to wrap around his latissimus dorsi, clawing at his toned back. consequently, it pushes his chest further into yours, and it increases the friction of his pelvis against your clit. that stimulates the journey to your orgasm, pushing you closer to crossing into that sinful heaven of a territory. it increases the frequency of how much your walls squeeze and stutter around kaiser's twitching cock, in turn pushing him toward that border as well.

"schatzi... 'm gonna cum—" kaiser finds the strength to moan out his words in huffs. the tears continue to drip onto your skin as he finds himself stricken with the fruits of his lust. "please—ahh!"then you do the unthinkable. your hips rise to meet his, chasing after his thrusts and making it clear you do not intend for him to pull out. your legs wrap around his waist, pulling kaiser into an effective leg-lock. he whines pathetically as he feels his hips overreact further as a result of his incoming orgasm. the head of his cock is suddenly so sensitive deep within you, and kaiser feels the tightening of his balls and the base of his dick. you can feel kaiser twitch inside of you once, twice—gah!

ejaculate builds up within kaiser's urethra, and it sends absolutely euphoria through kaiser's veins. the ropes that he spills into you are warm, quick spurts of cum that flood your insides with a sense of accomplishment. his hips continue to move as he empties out the remaining sperm he's produced into you, moaning with a whiny, high-pitched tone, accent deep in his voice. and your orgasm follows suit quite abruptly, a sense of tightening contractions within your pelvis. the climax is both clitoral and vaginal, pleasure resonating deep within you, and sharply at the surface of your sensitive clit.

kaiser eventually stills within you, chest heaving as his face falls back into the juncture of your neck. your hand, previously wrapped around him, pulls back and over his shoulder, trailing from his nape and into his hair. the blue and blonde strands weave around your fingers effortlessly as you scratch at his scalp, a pleasant sensation to bring kaiser back down from his high. but your gentle demeanor doesn't inherently mean that you're feeling particularly gentle, and you tug on the leash once more. it shocks him back between that border of lust-gone and alert-to-reality, and he gapes at you in confusion.

with a stern voice full of confidence, exhaustion nowhere to be heard, you declare, "let me love you at your worst—your truest self, mihya."

he remains gawking at you dumbfounded for a few moments before his gaze trails away from you again.

"...okay."

itoshi rin — comforting him after he missed

requested by anonymous (+1)

sypnosis: faced with the humiliation of missing the goal in the nel game against france, rin comes to you in hopes of getting his mind of things.

warnings: nsfw (smut), aged up!rin (18+), hand job, msub rin, dacryphilia, praise, fluffy smut

you want to feel bad. you really do. and maybe you do—just not as much as rin believes. but it doesn't really matter at the moment—he's too busy squriming in your embrace. rin sits between your legs, his bare back pressed up against your chest. meanwhile, your legs wrap around his thighs to bind them apart, and your arms dip beneath his to wrap around his waist. your head lines up perfectly against his, with your mouth directly beside his ear.

"shh, rin..." you purr softly into his ear, "it's okay—you did okay." rin whines in response to your words, so sweet and genuine. but his mewls tell you that he doesn't fully believe you, and he's still beating himself over what happened. nonetheless, you attempt to soothe him as your finger trails to his nipples. "you'll get the next one."

your finger circles around the sensitive bud and rin lets out a shaky exhale at the feeling. the teasing pleasure you give him override his full ability to comprehend your words, "no... it's not okay—ah!" you begin to massage his nipple between your index finger and thumb, causing rin to erupt a slight moan. "i don't even know why i decided to take the shot from him—"

"at least you tried, yeah?" in truth, you don't feel much empathy toward rin. you don't quite understand how the goal could impact him so greatly—his soccer career isn't even in that much jeopardy. but rin's denial is persistent, shaking his head no as he attempts to wriggle away from your hold. "nuh uh. stay here, baby. let me help you forget it."

rin contemplates for a moment or two, and he'd be lying if he said all of his muscles weren't burning from the match. he's just so frustrated with the result of the game—with himself. his muscles, battered and worn out from such a lengthy and devastating match, limps against your body as he mumbles a soft, "okay.."

"there's a good boy," you reply happily. your hands waste no time in trailing down his chest from his nipples and to his thighs. rin is completely naked, as per your request earlier after noticing how upset he was. in truth, he looked more pathetic, so much so that it was cute. rin itoshi, a star player of blue lock, a genius of his own, usually cold and calculated, reduced to a pathetic and quiet mess of himself. he didn't feel like he was the best in the world—he felt like he was nothing. his expression, usually reserved and unchanged, was suddenly painted in all of his emotions at once. rin looked absolutely pitiful.

who were you to not take advantage of that and help him feel better?

your run your hands over rin's toned thighs, no doubt that it was a result of years of soccer training. "see? you think these thighs are toned for nothing?" you squeeze the muscles softly, and rin instinctively flexes them for a moment. "this is proof you tried, rin." he continues to whine at all your attempts of praise and comfort, refusing to let himself believe his worth.

but rin is quick to push his denial to the side once he feels both of your hands trail further up and up and up until—he feels both sets on the base of his cock. rin chokes up a whimper as he feels you tighten the pressure around his cock, head leaning back into your shoulder and turning in towards your neck. rin pants into the crevice as your neck as you begin to slowly stroke his cock from base to head in repeated motions. arousal escapes the tip of his cock in big, clear beads of pre-cum. you remove one hand from his cock and trail it back to his nipple, intensifying the pleasure.

you use your thumb to spread rin's arousal around the tip of his cock—but it just keeps coming. you might even mistake it for an actual orgasm. rin's hips buck upward into your hand, a silent plea for you to keep stimulating his dick. you oblige happily, and you tease the head by tapping vigorously on the sensitive slit. each time you lift your thumb off the slit, it connects with a string of pre-cum. the pleasure has rin shaking within your hold, and you can hear the volume of his sounds increase. you continue to tease rin until he moans into your neck, quite loudly, "fuck! stop teasing—pleaseeee!"

you laugh in response and comply, finally forming a fist around rin's dick. you jerk him off slowly at first, focused more on pressure rather than speed in order to spread his arousal thoroughly. but it doesn't take a while for you to get bored, so, you withdraw temporarily to spit into your hand. rin's confused at first, mind foggy and hazy, but the feeling of your hand, now ten times more wet than just a moment ago, has rin reeling back into a daze. your spit drools down the sides of rin's dick perfectly, and you feel his lips pressing against your neck with every sound that escapes him.

suddenly, you feel a profound moisture against your neck, and you can tell it's not the saliva that drools from rin's mouth. the sniffles and sobs that rin tries to keep discreet is a tell-tale sign that the wetness is tears—and rin is crying. you let out a laugh once you realize, the tone of it more condescending than you originally intended. but that doesn't faze rin in the slightest, as he continues to buck his hips into your hand. you smile as you turn your head slightly to look at rin, "awh, baby... it's okay to cry, jus' lemme help you forget it. yeah?"

"it feels too good—" rin blurts out and you're taken aback momentarily. that is until you realize he's not crying from his emotions—he's crying because the pleasure you give him is so damn overwhelming. the realization only fuels your drive to make him feel good even more, causing you to speed up the pace. each time your hand strokes up and down on rin's cock has him approaching the edge. while you giggle and praise him of his worth, rin's busy sobbing into your neck as his hands find your wrists. he hasn't become desensitized to the fingers massaging his nipple, and he uses his hands to attempt to slow down the pace on both his chest and his dick. "stop, rin. jus' lemme spoil you tonight. i promised i'd make you forget, didn't i?"

rin can't fight the pressure building within his core, pelvis tightening with each passing stroke, each passing tease of his tip. your thumb plays with his frenelum every time your hand meets near the top of his cock, only to plunge back down. the added lubrication of your spit produces the filthiest sounds. it makes you fucking grin.

"oh, oh, god—think i'm... think i'm gonna—cu—hah!" before rin can even get his words out, white sprays out of his cock in long ropes. his body stills momentarily before he begins shaking again, hips rising up and down to continue the pleasure. he's still riding his high as he empties out the last of his load all over your hands and the bedsheets. his moans are almost heaven sent, especially coupled with the sobs he lets out.

"there you go," you whisper into rin's ear. your tone is too sweet—rin can already tell. after a bit of his thinking ability returns, his eyes widen as he processes what you truly meant earlier by making him forget. and before he can even beg for another chance out, your hand begins to move again on his still hard dick. rin already knows, and your next words only confirm. "i'm gonna make you count how many times you cum until you forget that entire match and its outcome. understand?"

rin sobs as he nods into your neck.

hiori yo — mine to hurt

requested by anonymous

sypnosis: hiori’s almost borderline obsessive love for you isn’t enough to dull down his sadistic tendencies—it only amplifies it.

warnings: nsfw (smut), aged up!hiori (18+), sadomasochism themes, mentioned knifeplay wounds, unprotected sex (p in v), asphyxiation, impact play, degrading praise

hiori always considered himself an ultra-sadist. others never lingered much on the topic, believing the confession to be some sort of joke. who would admit that so openly? suffice to say, it was no longer a joke they could ignore once you came into the picture. hiori’s sweet little girlfriend: attentive, kind, and almost perfect. every interaction between you and his teammates left them even more confused about the dynamic of you two. they could see the dark, blistering hickeys you tried, and failed, to cover up. they weren’t oblivious to the bruises littered over your legs and chest—and certainly not the cuts that lay rest on your thighs beneath your shorts and skirts. the evidence on your body and the dynamic front both of you put up confused them further.

his teammates were surprised to see how hiori developed into his relationship. once the polite, but withdrawn, gamer whose preferred type was someone independent—he’s become obsessed with you. despite the obvious proof of him hurting you, the situation is much more different than what they’d expect. hiori is the one that follows you around like a puppy—while you remain cheerful and whipped in love. he treats you so nice in public, albeit a bit possessive, and his teammates contemplate asking if you’re okay.

but what they don’t realize is that you fucking love it. they just don’t understand the depth of your love, and how both of you are addicts for each other. “now there’s my fuckin’ slut,” hiori drawls, hand wrapped around your throat. your mind reels from the mind-bending pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of your cunt, coupled with the limited oxygen supply to your brain. it makes you dizzy—pliant. the name only adds a little more to the dizzying feeling of going dumb, and hiori scoffs. “oh? is my lil’ girl coming back to me?”

hiori chuckles as he watches you nod your head mindlessly. in truth, you don’t even know what he’s even saying—you’re too focused on the way his dick curves perfectly into that brain-melting spot. his grin quickly fades into a frown as he realizes you’re not even listening, but he’ll believe your mindless babbling just this once. “really? that ain’t good, then!”

you choke out a moan as hiori tightens the pressure around your throat, fingers digging into the sides of your neck. you’re so pathetic that it makes hiori laugh. not only is he choking you for the sake of watching the light leave your eyes, it’s to hold you down as well. his grip on your neck ensures your position against the bed as you take his cock drilling into you in rough thrusts. it’s enough to produce a clap every time his pelvis meets the underside of your thighs, bottoming out with each slam of his hips. you’re not even sure if the pain in your thighs is from the strain of holding them up—or if it’s from the various cuts littered around your upper thighs. each slam of hiori’s hips push your thighs closer to your tummy, fresh wounds basically being slapped with every thrust.

“look at these thighs, sugar,” hiori moans loudly, the sight of bruises that he left on your body turning him on even more. “you’re all covered in me. see? ya even got my name right here.”

hiori pulls one of your thighs down to wrap your leg around his waist. this allows him to see his name carved into your pretty skin, on the topside of your upper thigh. it’s still fresh, hiori yo only being scabbed from the pooling blood just a couple minutes ago. hiori uses his free hand to slap at the wound of his name, setting in motion for you a full-body jolt and erupting a loud moan. the stinging pain is just so good, hiori already knows that. and he loves the way you live for the pain he inflicts.

others would never understand the pure obsession between the two of you. he loves you dearly, and wants to keep you all to himself. he’s confident that you love him all the same—that’s why you’re here now just taking it, after all. hiori enjoys the reactions he can draw out of you with just the drag of a knife, his teeth on your skin, or even the slightest threat to your usual comfort. they’re all embodiments of vulnerability and weakness—a type of rare entertainment that gets his blood drunk on the dopamine. only he can do this to you—just a sadist with his equal-footing masochist.

others would hardly believe you if you confessed to liking the pain. it’s romantic, really—to submit your pleasure and pain to the person you love and trust. others would consider hiori psychotic for even wanting to hurt his partner like that, but they don’t know that if that’s the case, you’re equally as fucked up as hiori. while he intoxicates himself with the dopamine of seeing you bruised and vulnerable, you elate yourself off the endorphins that stem from the physical pain. everything that hiori inflicts upon you is simply invigorating—euphoric, even. and when the endorphins mix with the mind-dizzying feeling of hiori’s cock plunging in and out of you, it feels as if you truly cannot think anymore, surrendering all your natural defenses in the name of pleasure.

he bullies your cunt with such precision—too bad you’re too brainless to really savor the accuracy and sensation of his thrusts. but it’s okay because that’s hiori’s goal, “i’m gonna make ya my dumb fuckin’ mutt. you’re mine to hurt.” his vulgarity grounds you slightly, and you wantonly sob as he increases the pace of his hips. you’re suddenly hyperaware of the stinging wounds on your thighs, his fingers twitching against your neck, and the difficult drag of his dick in and out of your cunt that desperately sucks him back in. but your moment of clarity is ripped from you the moment the head of his cock makes contact with that spot inside you again—mushing your brain and sending pleasure straight to your clit.

“hey,” hiori drones, unamused by how easily his girl vanishes as soon as he gives you slightest of pleasure. “did ya hear me, sugar?”

you whine in response, eyes rolling to the back of your head as hiori slows his hips to deliver forceful thrusts to your cunt. hiori clicks his tongue and withdraws the hand around your leg currently wrapped around him, bringing it up to your pretty face. “i asked—mph—if you heard me, slut.”

hiori doesn’t hesitate to slap you across the cheek, palm resonating a smack! from the impact. that brings you back enough to finally process hiori’s words, regardless, you still moan like a bitch in heat. you nod vigorously, a silent plea to please don’t stop to punish me. “there she is—my sweet doll.”

still, his unamused expression continues, and it draws a primal fear within you. your hands come to wrap around hiori’s neck, dragging him down to eye-level. your efforts of closing the distance doesn’t do anything to change his front, and it intensifies your panic, driving you to start chasing his high rather than yours. so, you clench hard around his cock, squeezing around him that it feels almost impossible to pull out. hiori groans at the feeling of you tightening around him, hindering his attempts to draw back his orgasm. your walls squeezing around his dick, and each spasm of your muscles around him have hiori reeling from pleasure. with every clench around his dick, and each flutter of your walls against one of the veins of his dick, push hiori closer and closer to the edge.

“sugar—gah—that’s dirty, y’know,” hiori stutters, “but two can play that game.” hiori trails his hand back down to where the two of your bodies connect, thumb settling on your clit. it’s so messy down there, and he doesn’t even have to swipe at your lips to lubricate his thumb—your arousal has already spread to your clit. hiori doesn’t even need to be inside of you to know how wet you are—he can already see the arousal that pours out of your cunt, dripping down onto the bedsheets. he rubs small, fast circles onto your clit—and coupled with the repeated motion of his cock at your g-spot, has you almost experiencing heaven for the first time.

the invitation to somewhere so divine is right at your fingertips—well, his, to be more precise. the knot in your pelvis builds too quick with the combined pleasure of vaginal and clitoral stimulation. hiori laughs at how quickly your determination to make him cum dissipates. “let go f’me, slut. i know you want to,” hiori sings in a condescending tone.

but the patronizing nature of his words don’t stop you from complying—they don’t even make you consider rebelling against his command. one of your hands dip back down to grab onto his wrist—trying to push him to speed his ministrations on your clit. hiori is hysterical at your pathetic self, “that’s it! be greedy! c’mon, slut.”

his words push you over the edge immediately, euphoria washing down on you in the form of full-body spasms. your mind blanks from the intensity of pleasure spreading throughout your body. you can faintly make out hiori’s laugh and voice over your moans, loud and unrestrained. all you can really make out from hiori is little names, and condescending guiding through your orgasm. as you slowly come down from your high, hiori is sure not to overstimulate you further and pulls out.

you’re confused once he pulls out, whining at the loss of his cock inside of you. but he doesn’t stop immediately, he’s still using his hand to stroke quickly at the base of his cock. he lifts himself from between your legs, and you instinctively straighten them out to lie properly on the bed. you watch hiori jerk himself off, and you find it strange that he won’t just continue fucking your cunt. that is until you get entranced from his pants and whimpers getting higher in pitch, and how his hand gravitates more toward pleasuring the tip of his cock.

hiori’s now on his knees to the side of you, and he has his hand resting besides your head to hold himself up. his eyes roll back, and his head tips back ever so slightly, mouth hanging open. “sugar, gonna cum—fuck!”

while cumming from his hand isn’t even measurable to cumming inside of your warm, wet cunt—the sight is worth it. hiori cums with a low groan as he spurts all over the fresh wound of his name on your thigh. you’re left surprised, and maybe even turned on for another around at the site. you’re lucky the blood is already dried and beginning to scab, and it’s fucking hot that hiori took advantage of that. he’s delirious as he grins at you, eyes flittering between your face and the sight of his ropes coating his name.

“i guess i should clean that up, right?” hiori reaches for the nightstand, ready to grab a tissue until he suddenly withdraws. he turns back towards you slowly, a deranged smile forming on his face. “whaddya say i use my tongue?”

hiori yo - humiliate yourself

requested by anonymous

warnings: nsfw (smut), aged up!hiori (18+), public sexual activity (sensual touch), fingering, humiliation, light degradation, ruined orgasm

“shh, quiet now,” hiori whispers into your ear. you barely process the words, as you’re too focused on his fingers.

not the ones that’s currently holding his pencil, wrist and arm laid out atop the desk. you’re focused on the ones below, currently dipping between your thighs and below your skirt. you shoot him a glare as you feel them twitch and feel up your inner thighs, inching closer to your heat. you’re too afraid to move your hands to even attempt to stop him, as they currently are both above the table holding your school supplies.

the teacher rambles on and on about whatever subject that, unlike you—were, hiori is not interested in. instead, throughout the tirade of a school subject that definitely should not discussed as heated as the teacher is now, hiori had his eyes set on you. the way you acted interested in whatever the man had to say, eyes feigning curiosity—he saw the habits that screamed boredom. the way you spun your mechanical pencil between your fingers, having to restart multiple times because you just couldn’t get it to spin continuously. the way you huffed and sighed quietly, but evidently whenever the teacher let a particularly wild take escape his angry mouth. hiori saw the way your eyes clung to his own fingers with the slight nibble of your lip.

he’s not stupid, quite the opposite, in fact. he’s keen, observant, and certainly not blind to the crush you have on him, whether it be off his looks or genuine interest. those coincidental glances that led to eye contact, the sharp inhales in response to the slightest of physical contact, the way you lingered near wherever his presence was near; he noticed it all too well. he’s observed you for this past half hour of a boring class, unproductive in its entirety, stare at his fingers while clenching your thighs and nibble on your lips—inner cheeks—whatever that could ground you to reality. but despite the bored look on your face, he can make out the slightest blush and the sparkle in your eyes, followed by a tiny grin whenever a thought comes across. and with the way you oogle at the poor boy, hiori can deduce that he’s the man of your daydreams as of late.

so, then, it was decided. once the teacher turned his back to the bored-out-of-their-minds-class, who were all either discreetly using their phones, staring at the window, whispering to each other in secret, hiori drew back his arm closest to you, which was previously on the desk. he’s lucky that the desks here are meant for two people, and there’s decent cover on all sides—and that the two of you remain at the very back corner of the classroom. his hand’s sudden withdrawal snaps you back into reality briefly, and you’re back to staring at the teacher who still hasn’t realized no one is listening.

you almost can’t believe you were daydreaming of a guy fucking you mid-class—let alone the guy right fucking next to you. you want to brush off that fact, but the way arousal begins to seep through the thin material of your panties, cute little recently-bought hiphuggers, makes it impossible to ignore. the version of hiori in your head probably isn’t even accurate to real life anyway, or you thought at least.

you sigh and decide to open your notebook, ready to scribble whatever thoughts you have in your head away. but the feeling of fingers creeping onto your thigh halts you in surprise. besides you, the boy with a nonchalant expression who isn’t even looking at you, is hiori feeling you up. your blush deepens as you feel the warmth of his phalanges brush against the sensitivity of your thighs, and how they slowly inch closer.

and now you’re here.

hiori is pushing aside your dampened panties, all while you sit and, you swear it’s not on purpose, spread your legs a little further. surely it’s not because you want this, right? you’re not quite sure, but all contemplation is pushed out of your head when hiori’s middle finger makes contact with your pussy lips. he uses it to drag an upward stroke up to your clit, flicking the poor bud and spreading your arousal to it. the sudden stimulation to your clit has your mouth forming an o-shape. your eyes fly back to hiori’s face, but this time he’s actually looking at you.

you whisper in quite a bewildered tone, “what are you doing, hiori?” your voice comes out hushed and full of stutters as he repeats that earlier motion, allowing your natural lubrication to spread.

“don’t ya worry, honey,” hiori grins at you, “just keep that mouth shut, yeah?”

you want to bite back and retort, but his fingers handle your pleasure so precisely that you’re questioning if he’s done this before. the boy who has sat next to you for the entire year, quiet and polite, and clearly some kind of discreet geek, he’s this skilled with his fingers? you’re left with a drained capacity to think when hiori takes his ministrations a step further, and you stifle back a squeal in response.

you feel hiori prod at your entrance, which leaks arousal and heat straight from your core. what really has you biting back a moan is when he pushes his fingers inside your sopping cunt, wiggling around the appendages to stretch you out. your head drops to the table, consequently hiding both the blush on your face and the way your expression scrunches in pleasure. your mouth opens in a silent moan, and you can feel your arousal dripping onto the hard, plastic seat.

holy fuck. you’re actually doing this—he’s actually doing this. it’s filthy and humiliating, truly straight out of some weird porno fiction. and it’s so fucking hot. you’d be lying if the thrill of getting caught didn’t fuel the heat that emanates from within you—didn’t enhance your pleasure. and you’re not stupid, you can tell it eggs hiori on too. he’s getting off on this—no matter how he tries to hide his erection that builds just from watching you suffer.

your pleasure or your pride.

hiori’s sadistic little mind can’t wait to see what you’ll choose. his mind is full of possible scenarios, all which would serve as hard-earned entertainment in his boring, dull of a life that never even belonged to him. he’s juggling the consequences of the way you two would be caught if you were to choose your pleasure, humiliating yourself just for the sake of feeling good on his fingers vocally. suspension? maybe even expulsion? eh, just gives him more time to game, he supposes. or maybe you do choose your pride over his little attempt at embarrassing you, picking you apart and making a display of what a slut the girl beside him actually is. maybe you’ll actually grab onto his wrist and force him to stop, confront him later after class, and decide to never talk to you again.

nah. hiori already knows what kind of a whore you actually are. he isn’t senseless to the way your hips buck and roll into his fingers, desperately trying to guide you to your spot. your walls squeeze around him tighter with each passing second, and your fingers grip onto his wrist all the same. still, you make no attempt to stop him. at all. you’re getting off on this—you want to cum right here, right now, all over hiori’s fingers right in the middle of a fucking classroom, no less mid-lesson. and you’re grateful, just as he is, that your desk is situated at the very back of the classroom, away from the gaze of everyone.

“does it thrill ya?” hiori whispers condescendingly, designed to break apart the very little resistance you have remaining. he wants you to choose your pleasure—your humiliation. “act how ya please, sweetheart. but i fucking know you’re a nasty brat who just wants to get off.”

you wish you could conceal the way your pussy clenches around hiori’s fingers—and how his words bring you closer to your orgasm. you whine softly in response, just quiet enough that no one else would suspect anything sexual. but hiori almost laughs when he hears it, and he revels in the way your thighs press together against his hand going in and out of your pussy. if the teacher weren’t as outspoken as he is now, the wet sounds of your sopping cunt would be as loud as someone unzipping their bag right about now.

the pleasure and the thrill of the situation has you approaching closer and closer to undoing the knot within you. your pelvis pulses with a desire for that climax that you’ve never experienced before—and hiori chuckles softly at your eagerness. not just from the way you make no attempt to stop him, but because you’ve been pushing yourself into his fingers, subconsciously scooting your chair closer to his this entire time. he can feel the way your walls stutter around him at an increasing rate, and how you get wetter and how your pussy gets louder each passing second. “yeah, that’s right. humiliate yourself, honey.”

you want to let out a loud moan, to whimper, to let out any sound that’ll help you focus. but in truth, you think it’d just make you even more gone. you can no longer hear the words of the teacher and the soft buzz of your classmates—you’re focused on hiori. you’re focused on the pressure that builds up in you, and how your cunt desperately wants to cum.

fuck it. you might as well chase it now.

your hand that held onto hiori’s wrist prior trails down further. your clit has been neglected for a while now, after all. you place your middle and ring finger directly onto the sensitive bud, a soft sigh escaping your lips followed by the rolling back of your eyes. the stimulation to your clit, soft circles on the bud, coupled with how hiori’s fingers pump into you, have you practically writhing in your seat.

hiori fucking loves it. he truly thinks you’re pathetic. “look at her, the slut’s so eager now.” your eyes fall to his, a daze in yours that makes hiori grin like a madman. “keep chasing that pleasure of yours, dirty girl.”

and you happily oblige, increasing both the speed and pressure on your clit. you try to hide the shaking of your legs, praying to god that no one looks back at the two of you. hiori finally decides to stop toying with you, pushing his fingers further in order to reach that spot that’ll really get you going. he wants to turn you into mush, watch that mind of yours push away all ration and go brainless. in turn, the knot inside you tightens with each passing upward curl, stroke, and dirty word that hiori delivers to your cunt. the stimulation to your clit pushes you further to the edge until—ah!

hiori pulls out his fingers just as you cum. your cunt spasms around nothing and the pleasure you felt quickly goes from one hundred percent to only fifty. this bastard just ruined your orgasm. the only sensations you’re left with is the disappointment of your climax, and the weakness your body faces as you come down from the half-assed high. you can’t even shoot back a glare to hiori, as he stares at his fingers below the table, glistening in your arousal. he’s not paying attention to you at all.

you try to call out for him, but he simply smiles at you with the innocence of a dove. but beneath lies a joy—a sadism that chills you to your core, as he wipes the moisture on his fingers against his uniform pants.

“ya might wanna clean yourself up, doll. you look like a mess.” the chair. fuck.

it’s coated with your arousal and cum.

alexis ness - jealous much?

requested by @niiyxia

sypnosis: kaiser arranges a study session with you and ness, who’s had a crush on you for months, and you’re left to your dismay when kaiser ditches unbeknownst to you only.

warnings: nsfw (smut), unprotected sex (p in v), jealousy, power dynamics (msub to soft mdom), creampie, corruption kink, praise, pervert ness, size kink (big dick ness is real), leg-lock, german petnames

“and that’ll be all for this lecture. please study over the material before the end of the month, there will be a test.” your university class erupts into a fit of groans and incoherent complaints, all while you’re already gathering your things. you’re quick to shove your writing utensils and notes back into your bag, standing up partly to widen your field of vision, and partly to get the hell out of this class faster. your classmates soon follow readying to leave, peer influence, after all. securing all your belongings within the confines of your bag, you soon sling the strap over your shoulder and begin to walk towards the exit.

you’re almost to the final few feet from the door until you hear a familiar patronizing voice. “meine maus, come here.”

you roll your eyes playfully, and when you turn, you can’t fight the grin that appears once you see his in return—michael kaiser. he’s already grinning back at you, teeth and all, trouble lingering in his eyes. besides his overbearing confidence that practically shines itself like a ray of sun from his body, stands his best friend: alexis ness. the state of both of them are quite different—ness already has his things gathered and ready to go, while kaiser still has his things scattered across the desk. of course, like the loyal friend he is, ness begins to pack his best friend’s things for him like it’s routine—and it may as well be.

consequently, ness has to turn away from you—avoid your eyes from meeting his. he hears how you respond to kaiser, just a slight annoyance in your voice that doesn’t go unnoticed. “yes, meister?” that sends a tinge of pain to ness’ chest. your conversation with kaiser ensues, and ness is quite grateful that he’s picking up after kaiser—it gives him a reason not to look at you. he hears how the two of you exchange playful banter in tandem, but the master petname drives ness crazy.

“hear that, ness?” that snaps him back into reality, and ness turns to meet kaiser’s unamused expression. ness briefly glances at you, and it’s difficult to look away from your eyes, full of confusion and innocence. you stare at ness with curiosity, an unintentional pout on display. “tonight, at nine. we’re heading to the campus cafe to study.”

yeah fucking right. kaiser just means he’ll leech off both his and your notes. “oh—yeah… i’ll be there.”

ness tries not to let his disdain show in knowing of the truth. while you may not necessarily have a deep crush on kaiser—god, even just the thought riles ness up. he knows you like kaiser’s attention, and he knows that kaiser just wants to toy with you for the sake of his ego. maybe even just to get in your pants. but he’s right there—he could give you that same attention with genuine intentions. but ness is aware, the attention from a pathetic loyal pet isn’t as satisfactory for the ego as the attention of a cocky man who thinks highly of himself.

“yay! i’ll meet both of you there. see you, meister.” you drawl out the words seductively in teasing—but god, it threatens ness’ composure and his dick. “and you too, ness.”

the rest of the day continued on as it usually would for ness: remaining lectures and his soccer practice with kaiser that ended around eight because of some inconvenience from the coach’s personal life. ness could barely contain his thoughts of you—your smile, the way you looked while working in class, the seduction in your voice that kept repeating in his head all fucking afternoon. he kept having to take water breaks during soccer every time he popped a boner just from memory of it.

and now he’s here, sitting in a high stool of a wall-mounted table in front of the window. he fidgets with the corners of his notebook paper as he waits for the two of you to arrive. jeez, he spaced out during the planning of this study session and he still was the earliest to arrive. his boredom ends quickly though, as he hears the bell ring from the door opening. you stride in with your bag, probably full of notes that were designed for kaiser to understand.

ness is quick to fix his face, smile already on display as he waves you down. his heart flutters when he hears your little squeak over all the cafe-noises: chattering, machines clanking, liquids pouring, and he can still make out the sound of your voice. unlike him. you’re quick to make your way towards ness, and like the gentleman he is, he takes your stuff and sets it aside on your side of the table.

“i’ll set everything up for you. please, go order for yourself,” he verbalizes before you can even ask if kaiser is here yet. in truth, ness is stalling. not for kaiser’s arrival, not studying—he’s stalling for your heartbreak. while he’s fully aware that you hold little to no romantic feelings for his best friend, he fully understands the attachment you’ve developed for the connection.

in short—kaiser’s not coming. “call it my personal way of keeping her hooked.”

bastard. kaiser already explained his intentions prior—his little psychotic plan of taking away his attention briefly so you’re inclined to reach for him more, further, until it’s just him. ness clicks his tongue at his best friend’s cruel way of essentially leading you on. he could treat you so much better than that.

“oh, thank you, ness! do you want anything?” you ask obliviously, and ness doesn’t know whether to hug you for your eventual heartbreak or not to hide the upcoming erection just from your naivety.

“i’m alright, engel!” he lets the petname slip, and he almost wants to curse himself out for it until he sees it. the blush that dusts carefully over your cheeks. it flustered you—and ness takes a mental note to exploit that later.

ness keeps his promise and arranges everything for you while you order and wait. and once you return to your table, you continue to wait for kaiser and make small talk with ness. both of you get along much more than you originally anticipated, he was always a lot more eerily quiet to you—avoiding eye contact and just shining that wide smile that seemed to be his default expression. eventually, the conversation leads back to kaiser and you’re left to wonder.

where the hell is kaiser?

you check your phone, and it’s well past the time kaiser said was his bed-time. “kaiser’s pretty late, huh?” you try to joke and laugh it off, but ness reverts back to silence, and his smile is no longer present. you’re not entirely dumb, much different from kaiser’s prediction. you piece together the situation—kaiser’s just using you. “oh. you knew, right?”

“i’m sorry. he told me last minute and you were already on your way.” liar. “we can still study together, if you want to.”

last minute, his ass. kaiser told him right after practice in the locker room, a whole hour before this meet-up even happened. ness just wanted to spend some alone time with you, that’s all.

“it’s okay, i think i’ll just go home now.” you sound so dejected, and ness personally feels like he wants to kill kaiser right now, even despite his loyalty.

“i’ll walk you,” ness forces a half-hearted smile in order to try and lighten the mood. unbeknownst to you, all that lies in that smile is jealousy and anger, maybe even a little pity.

you try to decline ness’ offer but he insists. you sigh, a defeated smile settling on your face as you give in. it doesn’t take long for the both of you to leave, as ness hurries to gather both his and your things. the two of you walk in a comfortable silence back to your dorm, where you, fortunately, don’t have a roommate. you shove your key into the door and unlock it quickly, your thoughts racing in your head and your ego aching from the loss.

as you unlock the door, you mumble softly and begin to turn to face ness. “hey, thank you, ness. thank you for—”

“i can do so much more for you,” ness blurts. his eyes are focused on you, his irises holding an emotion you’ve never detected all those times you’ve met him prior. his words catch you off guard and ness is quick to notice your confusion. “i mean, he doesn’t deserve your attention if he treats you like that.”

ness is careful with how he words things, he doesn’t want to say he deserves your attention. he really doesn’t deserve your attention—not with how dirty he fucking is. he isn’t much better than kaiser with wanting to get in your pants, but at least he has genuine romantic attraction to you. but again, you’re not stupid. “what are you saying, ness—”

“alexis. please call me by my name, engel.” there’s that name again. it makes you fucking melt. you won’t lie to yourself. you’ve considered ness before; he’s almost, if not equally, as attractive as kaiser—and he’s on the cuter side.

“well then, alexis. jealous much?” your demeanor changes almost like a light switch, and you begin to smirk. the sight alone has ness reverting back to his puppy-like loyalty, almost making his knees buckle. you’re already halfway through the door, still facing him with your bag dropped haphazardly onto your entrance floor. your hand reaches out for ness’ jaw instinctively, and he doesn’t hesitate to nuzzle his cheek into your palm.

like a puppy.

“yes, yes—i am jealous,” ness admits. his pants already feel as if they’re tightening, and his cock begins to strain within his boxers. “please, can i come in?”

you don’t ignore his boner that’s actively growing—it only fuels the adrenaline that rushes through your veins. lust overtakes all ration as you pull ness in by the collar, allowing him to stumble in surprise into your dorm room. as both of you back up into your dorm, you’re quick to shut and lock the door behind ness—pushing him right against it. his face flushes as you take reign of the situation, effectively pushing your body against his. he shutters when he feels your chest push up against his, the soft flesh so close to his, only shielded by layers of cloth.

you look at him with faux innocence, a temptation that has ness wanting to ruin you. your hand trails back up to his cheek, and he nuzzles again on instinct. this allows you to pull his head down, and guide his lips to meet yours. it’s sweet as first, passionate as he unloads months of pining. your lips and his intertwine, pushing against each other in tandem.

your hands trail up and down ness’ arms, particularly feeling up his biceps—which are much more toned than you originally thought. ness is almost stuck in place, hands kept to himself as he’s still processing that he’s in the dorm of the girl he’s had a crush on for months—let alone kissing her. you draw back one hand to grab his, guiding him to touch you. taking ahold of his wrist, his hand is naturally spread out and leaves the perfect position to fondle your chest. he’s naturally inclined to squeeze just a little, right?

the soft plush of your tits translate as a tightening sensation within his pelvis, which then causes his cock to twitch hard in his pants. the sensation alone has him opening his mouth to let out a moan—and you don’t even contemplate when you push your tongue into his mouth. it catches ness off guard, and his hand that lays rest on your boob falters its grip slightly. he can feel the smirk that forms on your face.

fortunately, your dorm room is essentially just one room, minus the bathroom, and you pull away from kissing ness. he whines a little from the loss of your lips on his, but he has no time to complain as you grab his wrist and guide him to your bed. ness wants to burn the grin that you have on your face into his memory—it’s so fucking sexy. you place your hand onto his chest, pushing him down onto your bed. he doesn’t know how much longer he can remain patient.

he sighs when he feels your cold fingers dip beneath both of his waistbands, and he raises his hips just a little in order for you to pull them down. the contrast of his skin that’s full of warmth and the cold air results in a shaky exhale from ness. his mind is reeling, and his cock comes springing out of its confines hard and big. you’re left in shock as you take a moment to admire the sheer size of this man, but that’s soon replaced by an evil giggle.

“you’re so cute, y’know that?” ness nods reluctantly in response, throwing away his eye contact with you in embarrassment. sure, he knows he’s big, almost embarrassingly so—for his demeanor and all. no one would expect it from him, usually. “i think i’m starting to like you, alexis.”

he retorts almost instantly, albeit a bit shy, “you’re not saying that just because i have a big dick, right?” you only laugh in response, and that flares his nerves just a little bit. however, one glance at your eyes trained on him has him rest assured that no, you’re not saying that just because he has a big dick. before he can say anything else, your hand grips onto his cock firmly and it has him fucking whining.

ness squirms once he feels you thumb at his slit, a small string of pre-cum connecting you to his dick once you lift your thumb away. the moan that releases from ness is pathetically loud once you play with his frenulum. you decide you want to tease the poor man even more, using your thumb to quickly tap the head of his dick multiple times. that has his entire body convulsing as he chokes on his own whimpers. he’s almost on the verge of tears when you finally decide to stop teasing and ball your hand into a fist around his cock. you take a slow pace in jerking ness off, palm and fingers already coated in his arousal as you stroke painfully slow for his liking. he resists the urge to buck into your hand for a more desirable pace—and you notice.

“too slow for you?” you ask condescendingly and ness nods his head, ashamed and shy. you take pity on the poor boy and quicken the pace you have on his cock. he cries out, and his hand flies out to grab at your wrist. he’s so goddamn sensitive. the tightening feeling in his pelvis almost feels as if it’s a knot wanting to rip apart. of course, you don’t miss the opportunity to tease him further by pausing your ministrations and rubbing your palm against his glans quickly. and every time you do it, it rips ness apart and has him moaning like a bitch in heat.

slowly, ness can feel his orgasm beginning to build within him. he doesn’t want to cum now, but he doesn’t want to stop the pleasure either. you’re like a drug that he can’t fucking quit, a true addict to the feeling of your hand around his dick. but he’d much rather bury his cum inside of you. the signs are there though, and you go straight to finding a way that’ll make ness cum faster. his eyes widen in fear as he tightens his grip on your wrist, attempting to delay his orgasm.

“schatzi—please—don’t wanna cum yet!” he throws his head back as he feels the knot getting tighter and tighter. “oh, god—please!”

he throws his gaze back to your eyes, and he can see that you don’t plan to stop—unless he makes you. and so he does, he musters enough strength to halt your wrist from moving completely. you’re caught off guard by the sudden takeover of control as he pries your hand away from his dick. originally seated atop him, ness flips the two of you around so that you’re on your back. he only stands before you, just between your legs—which were spread out as a natural response to the change in position.

ness’ gaze narrows, darkening the look in his eyes as lust shines its way through his irises. you’re not in control anymore. and it’s evident with the way ness’ hand grips onto your inner thigh, keeping your legs apart for him. “i’m so sorry… i don’t think i can hold it back anymore.”

that’s all that ness leaves you as you feel the head of his cock press against your clit. you’re not sure when he took off your pants and panties, but you’re essentially bottomless now. you mumble a closed-moan as ness drags his cock up and down the slit of your vagina, smearing both his and your arousal. he can feel the way you clench around nothing, the wetness that drips from your cunt—the warmth and utter need. ness leans over you, your faces so close to each other that you can feel each other’s breath.

“look at me,” ness commands softly, and you comply without a second thought. his demeanor now is a stark difference than the pathetic dog that was at your mercy just a few minutes ago. but ness has a way of drawing out that submission in you without even a fight. he’s so gentle, soft-spoken—it’s terrifying.

ness maintains eye contact with you as he pushes the head of his dick past the folds of your cunt. you moan shamelessly at the stretch, but he soon places a hand over your mouth, essentially muffling all your noises. “we’re still in a dorm complex. please stay quiet, engel.”

it’s not like ness wants to keep you quiet. he wants badly to show others how good he makes you feel, but those sounds should be reserved only for him. you nod your head slowly, and ness begins to inch himself deeper into your pussy. he could very well cum right now with how your walls grip onto him like a vice. your hands wrap around his neck, shoving his head into your neck. you’re so fucking tight. and he’s fucking huge. he resists the urge to stop teasing himself and just shove his remaining length into you in one swift thrust, but he doesn’t want to hurt you. now now, not yet—he just got you.

ness is itching to fuck you already, but he waits until he’s bottomed out completely. “you took me so—hah—so well…” he praises you as he waits for your signal to finally fuck you, dick twitching inside you, begging for the slightest movement. once you’re fully accommodated to his dick, you look at ness with pure innocence in your eyes and nod, his hand still covering your mouth. you’re so fucking beautiful. he could cum just to the sight of you so pliant for him.

ness mumbles a soft thank you before he draws his hips back, only to briskly thrust back in. you cry out at the feeling of your cunt being stretched so quickly, it’s almost painful. but the pain soon melds with pleasure, lines blurring indefinitely. ness shutters as he feels your cunt desperately try to take his length, your walls practically sucking him back in, refusing to let him leave your cunt. it’s almost as if you want him to cum inside.

“you feel so, so good—” ness pats your hair softly as he picks up the pace of plunging into you. the sounds from the two of you are pure filth—and it’s not just the whines and moans that befall the two of you. it’s the shlick! that’s audible whenever ness draws his cock out and back in. it’s the clap! that resonates in the air whenever his skin reaches yours, balls slapping against your ass. and accompanied by the sweet sound of your moans? ness thinks he’s in fucking heaven. your cunt definitely fuels the illusion.

“ah—alexis! it’s t’much!” you sob, arms tired from being held up for too long, draped across his neck and still refusing to let go. ness admits, he’s doing a half-ass job at keeping you quiet, the hand on your mouth barely contains the pure pornography that originates from your mouth. he’s too focused on your pussy. you clench around him erratically, and it’s almost painful with how tight you already are. you may be aroused and stretched out, but ness is just so big.

“you can take it f’me, i know you can.” ness reassures you, and you try to shake your head no. but you’re too brainless to even deny the fact that his fat fucking cock makes you feel euphoric. ness lands a particularly mean thrust right to your g-spot, and that has you crying out all sorts of pleas. “see, liebling? such a good girl.”

your orgasm is approaching closer and closer, and the way ness bullies that erogenous spot inside you only quickens the time it’ll take to reach your climax. ness can tell—he’s approaching it with you, well, more like he’s been holding it off since your hand was on his fucking cock. he can feel the way you clench more frequently, walls twitching around his cock that has him in a chokehold. he mutters sweet praise into your ear, coaxing you closer to the brink of letting go with his dick and his words.

“gonna cum, alexis—! cumming!” you cry out, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. that turns ness on that the knot in his pelvis tightens just to the point of shattering. the way your saliva coats his hand has him incredibly turned on.

“cum for me, sweet girl,” ness purrs into your ear, his perpetual smile back on his face. he watches your face contort in pleasure and overstimulation as you cross your peak, and ness soon follows. his thrusts begin to become more erratic and sloppy, chasing for that sweet sense of relief.

“in me—alexis—cum in me!”

do you have any fucking clue what you’re saying?

your words ring in his ears loudly, and they shoot straight to his cock. he’s about to cum, and it’s so fucking filthy that you asked him to cum inside. but he can’t deny his sweet girl of a request, he just hopes that you won’t blame him for never letting you go after this. your legs wrap around ness’ waist, and you leg-lock him to your cunt.

you weren’t fucking kidding.

your desperation, the pleas, the begs, the feeling of your pussy still cumming around his dick pushes ness over. he lets go inside of you, and you can feel his cum pooling at your cervix in quick ropes. he moans loudly, whispering all sorts of praise into your ear. you can barely make out the “you’re mine now, not his” that falls from his lips in the midst of your daze. his head buries further into your neck, and he shutters as he feels your walls flutter around his softening cock.

the two of you remain like that briefly before ness peels himself away from you. he’s quick to find a nearby towel to wipe you off, and to kiss your lips softly again. you’re still dazed and dizzy, but ness thinks your afterglow is gorgeous. you’re sprawled out and weak, all because of him.

kaiser could fucking never.

bachira meguru - good boy

requested by anonymous

sypnosis: he’s naughty, but he’s so, so sweet and good to you. reward him, won’t you?

warnings: nsfw, aged up!bachira (18+), unprotected sex (p in v), handjob, heavy praise kink, soft fdom, sub!bachira, light dacryphilia, light dumbification, creampie

“so, so pretty, baby,” you murmur into the ear of the man you’re currently occupying. he squirms under your body weight, writhing in response of the stimulation he’s being provided. you smile at bachira, smile at how responsive and cute he is—but he’s not looking. his eyes are tightly closed shut, head thrown back, all too focused on the pleasure.

your ass sits on his thighs, with your knees bent at the sides of his hips. bachira’s gripping weakly at the sides of your body, hands sliding up and down your waist and hips. he doesn’t know what to do with himself—brainless, is what you’d describe it as. he moans pathetically at your firm hand around the base of his cock, giving mean jerks that feel so miserably good. you trail your palm up to just the tip of his dick, and bachira regains slight consciousness again before you rub. you’re almost surpised that he hasn’t ejected you off his stature with how much he’s fucking shaking.

“feels s’good, baby—please don’t stop!” bachira cries with a desperation that’s so filthy. “i’ll be so, so—hah—sosososo good!”

you laugh at the poor man’s lack of control, a stark difference in his usual carefree, chaotic front. but your laugh isn’t out of crudeness, no, his behavior couldn’t be more endearing. your free hand trails to his jaw and grabs his chin, effectively pulling him towards your face. he can hear the grin in your words as you whisper into his ear lowly, “you’re so exasperated that it’s cute, meguru.”

he lets out a lewd moan at that. it doesn’t go unnoticed.

“yeah? y’like those words?” your grin seems to widen from what he can hear, at least. bachira nods his head frantically, but he’s soon interrupted by the pick up in pace, and your hand slides up and down his cock faster than before. loud, choked up whines fall from his lips in strings, followed by curses and pleas. “you’re taking this all so well, sweet boy. keep focusing on my hand and my words.”

bachira opens his eyes briefly to find you already staring back at him, and his cock twitches in your hand as he takes in your beauty. he can feel the admiration that radiates from your irises, how you cherish and hold bachira so endearingly in your eyes. and he can’t help the tears that begin to well up in his, glossing over and adding to the fucked-out daze. “yes, ma’am—i love the way you talk to me—do things to me.”

“that’s a good boy,” you purr in his ear, hand slowing on his cock. in response you get a whine—but he doesn’t complain, he wants to be good, after all. “you’re so eager to answer me, listen to me—obey me. you’re so good to me, yeah?”

that earns a mumbled yes from him, mind too focused on the way your hand handles his dick. the slower pace allows you to thumb at the slit of his cock, and that has his legs practically bouncing beneath you. his mouth is agape, drool already beginning to well up and threatening to fall from the sides of his lips. “thank you so much, baby—thank you—!”

bachira thinks he’s already ready to break, to let go of the orgasm he’s been so desperately chasing. you notice. you’re well aware of the way his hips buck into your hand at an increasing rate, the way his verbal queues are higher in pitch, frequency—brainless, of course. an evil ignites in your mind, and your fingers surround the head of his dick, briefly interrupting bachira’s bliss. he’s dazed and confused, tugging slightly at the plush of your skin to keep going. “don’t worry, sweet boy. i’m about to reward you for being so adorable.”

the dopamine is all that fills his senses as of current, and he isn’t processing a single word you say. his mind is all full of desire, that wantwantwant of your hand to keep getting him off. so imagine his confusion when you abruptly pause the journey to the end—only to skip forward one too many minutes.

“ah—fuck! woah, baby—!” bachira cries out when he feels the sudden contact of your bare pussy on the head of his dick. he’s already so sensitive, and coupled with your folds coating his dick in your arousal has him leaking out more pre-cum than before. your hand carefully guides his dick into your cunt, walls stretching from his size, only to squeeze around his cock impossibly good. “too good, too good, baby! feels too good—”

oh fuck.

he moans pathetically loud once you situate yourself fully on his crotch, effectively bottoming out. all he feels is the voluntary and involuntary squeezes of your walls around his length, the warmth and lubrication enhancing the pleasure. you can feel the way his cock twitches inside of you, rubbing against that spot inside of you that makes the both of you melt. “you can take it, meguru. i know you can,” you mumble softly, gazing straight into bachira’s eyes. he doesn’t fight your words—he nods, eagerly.

“yes, i can. i can take it—” he whines, and he’s not sure if he’s trying to confirm or reassure himself.

“good boy, baby,” you pet his head softly as you murmur praise into his ear like it’s a mantra. “you’re doing so well f’me, meguru.”

it’s now that you decide to finally ride the man in earnest, and his eyes roll back as he fully succumbs to the subspace. his hands, holding your hips, guide you up and down on his length. the lewdness of the act has you so wet, and it forms a subtle white ring at the base of his cock. he wants to look at you in the eyes, to focus on the woman that makes him feel this fucking good. but it’s precisely why he can’t—the woman making him feel this fucking good is too good. the pleasure is almost possessing his mind, holding his playful personality captive under the control of submission—dumbification.

“keep doing well for me. focus on my cunt, baby,” you command lovingly. bachira nods instantly, followed by uncontrolled, pornographic moans. your hips rise up and down, ass smacking against his toned thighs. your clit bumps against his pelvis with each and every down movement, whether it be a bounce or a grind forward. your tits press against his chest and he almost loses it.

“i wanna let go—wanna cum… now, please!” bachira cries out suddenly, arms suddenly wrapping around your waist to pull you in closer. his face now presses against your boobs, and he mouths at the fleshy skin as he pleads. it leaves condensation of drool and saliva on your skin—but you don’t mind. it only riles you up further.

“go ahead, sweet thing. cum f’me,” you assura bachira firmly. “you’ve been so good.”

you can feel the way his dick springs into action, allowing himself to chase that pinnacle of pleasure. his hips halfheartedly meet your thrusts down onto his cock, and it aids the fact he’s hitting directly into that sweet spot. bachira’s hands tighten their grip on your hips, squeezing into the skin and practically into the bone as he approaches his high. “gonna cum! oh—god—baby, i’m cumming!

“yeah? let go for me.” bachira squeezes his eyes shut as the pleasure washes over him, tears brimming at the closed slits. his hips stutter up into your cunt, and it almost seems as if he’s unsure whether he wants to keep fucking you or take a break. his cum shoots into you in slow, copious amounts of ropes. it only builds the white ring around the base of his cock. “you did so good, meguru.”

bachira sighs a breath of relief, still fucked-out and hazy from his climb down. “but you can take more, right, sweet thing? be a good boy and help me cum too.”

fuck.

(im talking bout knifeplay, sex toys, stalking, sadism, eg) -f reader

hiori yo - "i'm an ultra-sadist"

warnings: nsfw, aged up hiori (18+), dark/triggering topics, sadism & masochism, knifeplay, bloodplay, stalker themes, yandere themes, overstim, edging, p in v sex, oral sex, period sex, sex toys (vibrators)

note: the second part is just downright filthy lmao

stalker!hiori who always seemed to bump into you at the most coincidental times, offering you help, directions to somewhere you happened to be heading, or even supplies that you happened to need. not just in crowded public settings, but even in the quiet parts of the streets, bumping into him as he flashes you that warm smile.

stalker!hiori who seemed to be so considerate towards you, and you eventually fell for his natural charisma. suddenly, he didn't need an excuse to follow you around. he didn't need a reason to hide behind buildings, bushes, and trees just so he wouldn't see you. he could stand right next to you. as your boyfriend.

stalker!hiori loves his alone time and cherishes any moments he can just destress by himself. but even if he needs that time away from everyone, he still needs reassurance that you're still here.

stalker!hiori who checks your location between matches when you're not over at his place, pulling his attention away from his screen as he waits to queue for another match. once he queues, he places his phone against the stand of his lamp, screen facing toward him. what if you needed him and he couldn't hear the notification?

stalker!hiori who never meets up with you immediately, always hiding for a minute or two to watch you. only when he feels as if he’s watched you enough, he’ll come up to greet you like the perfect boyfriend he is. it’s to keep you safe, he mumbles as he watches you from afar.

stalker!hiori who tries convinces himself he’s not creepy as he scrolls through an internal log in his mind, documenting everything he’s noticed from you. he’s just curious about you, he tells himself.

you’re so frustrated—it’s evident in the way hiori observes you. he’s still as a statue behind the wall, the very edge of his face peeking around the corner, baby blue strands of hair obscuring his vision somewhat. hiori watches in silence, eyeing the guy standing in front of you.

you’re so confused—this guy before you had confessed to you only yesterday, and now he’s getting cold feet? that’s the third guy this month! it seems to be a cycle: a guy confessing, you deciding to give the dude a chance, only for him to back out within a week. what you don’t understand is why all of them seem to be deathly afraid when they break the news.

the guy before you is no different. he’s stumbling over his words, bowing almost 90 degrees just to apologize to you. if they’re so remorseful, why are they trying to play you?

what you’re unaware of is the man around the corner, eyes wide and possessive. a smirk forms on his lips as he eyes down the poor guy in front of you. hiori is ecstatic.

you don’t know that he threatened the past three guys to leave you alone. you don’t know the graphic things hiori detailed to these boys, harassing them anonymously. he left notes in lockers, random texts and calls, anything to scare them away from you.

“i’m sorry! i was lying when i said i liked you—” that’s the last you ever hear from these boys.

you scoff in annoyance, irritated that you got played three times in a row now. you click your tongue,” whatever. you just wasted my time.”

hiori yo is ecstatic.

sadist!hiori who lives for the fear in your eyes—the prey to his predator. of course, he’d never hurt you to such an extent to scare you off completely, but god. when his mind slips into that dark place, full of fantasies and images of what he could do to you, he can’t help the blood that rushes to his cock.

sadist!hiori who can’t get you out of his mind, even before you two even got together. it’s what he thinks of during late nights, in between soccer and video game matches, during his most vulnerable moments.

sadist!hiori who can’t help but groan as he palms himself through his clothes, just the thought of you being so pliant for him turning him on. he mutters soft apologies and pleas as his hand slips beneath his waistband.

sadist!hiori who makes sure to let you know of his tendencies once you finally get together. he thinks he might just fuck you right now with how compliant you are with his kinks and fetishes.

sadist!hiori who loves humiliating you. whether that’s by teasing you in public, threatening to post your dirty pictures and videos, or just by mocking you during intimate moments, he loves it.

sadist!hiori who has new things to try with you almost every week. he’s brought home all sorts of ropes, some soft and comfy for your skin, and some rough enough to leave red marks on your skin. but you don’t complain—instead you beg for it tighter, rougher. sometimes he'll just use articles of clothing to restrain you, maybe even gag you at times.

sadist!hiori who loves to choke you, or even just hold your neck as his cock pushes into your pussy. he'll use your neck to guide your body when you're riding him.

sadist!hiori who loves using vibrators on you. he buys so many for you, and you go out at least once every two weeks with a vibrator up your cunt. he has the controller, of course, and he tortures you by putting that shit on its highest setting whenever you’re talking to someone. and if you decide to act like a brat to him? telling him to piss off and turn it off? he does the exact opposite and keeps it that way until y’all get home.

sadist!hiori who loves seeing marks and bruises on your skin, especially if they’re from him. he leaves you littered with hickeys and love bites, pressing on them afterwards just to hear your whines and whimpers of pain.

sadist!hiori who’s into dacryphilia. your tears are such a turn on for him, and he loves making you sob until your makeup is running down your face.

sadist!hiori who loves your blood. the taste, the color, he doesn’t care as long as it’s you. entirely you. he’s obsessed with seeing your blood rush to the surface as he cuts you. he loves watching the red bead in the line of the cut, letting it well up enough just to smear it across your skin with his thumb. he salivates almost every time he gets a taste of your blood, metallic and sweet causing tingles on his tongue.

sadist!hiori who loves fucking you on your period. he loves watching the blood mixed with arousal gush around his fingers, cock, whatever he decides to put inside you. he loves the mess. he’s entirely whipped by how sensitive you are. he’s probably not opposed to eating you out on your period as well. red looks so good on him, after all.

sadist!hiori is so intent on blurring the lines between pain and pleasure. when you’re with him, you’re really not sure when pleasure ends and pain begins. you’re delirious with how his teeth pierce your skin, drawing blood as if he were a fucking vampire.

sadist!hiori loves to edge you for hours, making you beg for that short moment of euphoria. only once he’s decided that you’ve earned it, he’ll let you cum. soon, you’re begging for the opposite of what you’ve asked prior—now you’re begging him to stop. he’ll edge you for so long only to overstimulate you, coaxing one orgasm after another.

“ah—yo, f-fuck!” you squeal out, your hands balling at his bedsheets. “please jus’ lemme cum!”

“ah-ah, sugar. you haven’t earned it yet,” hiori sings, torturing you with his happy-go-lucky tone. “still, you look so pretty like this. and it’s all f’me, ain’t it?”

“yo—! please!” you grab onto his wrist, trying to keep his hand plastered to your cunt. he’s been torturing you for hours.

what started off with him dragging a knife dangerously close to your cunt, led to this. he only intended to carve a few words of praise onto your thighs, marking you as his. but watching the blood pool and scab around his name got him incredibly aroused. he wanted nothing but to downright ruin you. where has that led you? to the current moment.

you’re sprawled out beneath him, legs hooked around him. his cock is plunging in and out of you aggressively, and you can hear the dirty squelch each time he moves. you’re so wet, it’s humiliating. all you can hear is your pretty boyfriend’s pornographic moans and how your arousal gushes around hiori’s cock. you don’t even realize how loud you’re moaning—don’t even realize hiori laughing at how pathetic you sound.

from this position, he can see all the pretty red cuts and purple hickeys he left all over your body. tears are pouring from the sides of your cheeks with how frustrated you are from getting edged and humiliated like this. he hears the cry you let out at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you. god, you’re so fucking cute.

“fine. ya wanna cum?” hiori gathers your hands above your head and abruptly pins both of your wrists onto the bed. he uses his free hand to angle your hips a little higher, and you fucking sob. “you can cum, alright.”

the new angle gives him access to that one spot inside of you, and you enter euphoria as soon as the tip of his cock makes contact. it's so intense, hours of being pent-up and teased, held on the edge for so long—it has you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. hiori doesn’t let up even after your orgasm has seemed to wash over—no, he’s bullying that spot with pinpoint precision.

“can’t take more! t’much—yo—please!” you beg, tears falling faster than before.

“huh? thought ya wanted to c—cum, sugar.” hiori’s so fucking mean. everything about him is so mean. “i’m gonna pull as many as i can get from ya 'until 'til i cum.”

he’s not lying. in fact, he even speeds up the pace of his hips. his cock drags along the walls of your pussy with such force, and you choke out a sob with every thrust.

“you’re gonna take me—” thrust. “like a good—” thrust. “fucking—” thrust. “sl—slut.” hiori moans out the last word as he feels your walls flutter around him. you want to hold him, to grab onto him, to ground yourself as your second orgasm intensifies, and you can’t. hiori has your wrists pinned above your head to make you feel helpless. your control is slipping, and his power over you only grows. you’re so utterly ruined and it's only the second orgasm of the night.

both of you are drunk on each other, absolutely delirious and driven by pleasure. even if hiori seems to be clear-headed, he’s absolutely whipped from the feeling of your pussy squeezing him. you’re so fucking tight, and he wants to cum badly. but hiori wants to drag this out, make you go stupid before he can cum.

“f-fuck. keep squeezin’ me like that and you’re gonna kill me,” hiori sighs out. one of his hands is still on your hip, lifting it up to allow him access to that spot that makes you see fucking stars. you’re so sensitive to everything. you can feel every single cut and bruise he’s left on your skin, and it’s a pleasurable kind of pain. the tip of his cock is bullying your insides with such force and precision that you can feel yourself going stupid. every time his pelvis meets your clit, your orgasm builds up again and again—until you’re cumming all over his cock again for the third time in a row.

hiori thinks you’re so pretty like this, eyes washed over with tears, makeup running down your cheeks, and swollen lips from prior make outs. he scans your body, from your breasts and all the way down to where both of you are connected.

there's a ring of white formed around the base of his cock, and every time he pulls out just to plunge back in, he can see himself shining. you’re so fucking wet. you can barely even speak now—hiori can tell. he lets go of your hips but still manages to locate that sweet spot deep inside you repeatedly. his hand trails down to your pussy, thumb settling right on your clit.

you almost choke.

“yo—! baby, please! too—t’sensitive there!” you’re actually wail, and that seems to replenish whatever stamina hiori has lost, cause now he’s thrusting his hips impossibly harder into your cunt.

“yeah? i think you want it rougher then,” he laughs.

hiori quickly pulls out of you, and you whine at the loss. but your whines are replaced by a yelp when the palm of his hand makes contact with your clit and you hear a clap! this sick bastard just slapped your cunt.

his hand flies back to the base of his cock, eyes glued straight to your pussy. hiori rubs the tip of his dick on your clit for a minute before guiding it back in, reveling in the way you thrash against him. “feels too g-good! so—so sensitive!”

“yeah? keep cummin’ on my dick then, sweetheart. i still have a long way to go.”

fuck.