#sugarsmut

This was not how your night was supposed to go. 

Not at all.

You weren’t excited about having to meet Gatekeeper in the first place, but orders were orders, and you had dedicated your life to following them. However, it seemed like the rest of the world decided to test the oath you had sworn all that time ago. You look down at your glass of champagne, reminiscing about the beginning of your evening as you avoided eye contact with a certain someone.

Your dress clung to all the right parts of your body to accentuate your curves, the colour of the fabric suited perfectly to compliment your skin tone. Your heels clacked against the cement pathway leading to the huge mansion where hundreds of rich, overpowered men and women of the music industry (and more) would be gathering tonight. What should have been nervousness coursing through your veins was instead replaced by the adrenaline you usually felt during your missions - somehow comforting to you, perhaps a curse to others. You mastered the art of hiding what you truly felt, the shake in your hands long gone by the time you arrived at the huge doors of the mansion. 

You could hear the classical music from outside, letting other invitees brush by your shoulder as you repeated the same mantra in your head - you can do this. Truthfully, as much as your brain loved to overthink things, you already knew you could do this. You’ve done it a thousand times before, what’s one more mission to add to the list? 

Well, for one, having to initiate contact with Gatekeeper and gather intel is not your ordinary mission, at least for someone like you. Gatekeeper was someone involved beyond the idol world, and you didn’t step out of that boundary… much. He was powerful, well-known, and most importantly, a killer. A nagging voice at the back of your mind rudely reminds you, ‘well, who isn’t?’ and you quickly decide to put an end to those thoughts, instead replacing it with your analytical, observational ones as you finally took your first step inside the building. 

Gold decorated the halls, marble columns holding the twenty-foot ceilings up high, intricate designs laid upon them. If you weren’t in such a controversial position, you could’ve possibly enjoyed the architecture and paintings decorating the walls, but now wasn’t the time to think about it. 

Now was the time to find a drink and naturally let your well-crafted persona surface - now it was time to infiltrate and gather information on the people you so desperately despise. You walked up to the bar, ordering a glass of champagne for yourself, and you took a seat once the bartender handed you your drink, scanning your surroundings. Everyone was dressed to the nines; you noticed one woman had a pure diamond necklace resting on her neck, surely worth thousands. Her jewellery could put your own to shame, the ones your boss had so generously given you for this specific night, and you knew he spent an incredible amount of money so your costume was as perfect as possible. 

You took a sip of your champagne, letting the bubbly drink soothe the rest of your nerves. A nice drink, you thought to yourself, maybe you’ll sneak a bottle back home when you leave. God knows you wouldn’t be able to afford it outside of this place. 

“Enjoying yourself?” A voice spoke up from next to you, and you smiled as fate has dealt you a good hand (ironic, you bitterly think now, considering the situation you’re currently in) - next to you stood a tall man with slicked back hair, dressed in an all-black suit and expensive gold rings adorning his fingers. 

Gatekeeper. 

He’s good-looking, but certainly not your type. A certain brunette came to mind- damn it, brain, this isn’t the time!

“Yes, I am.” You gave him a small, charming smile. “And you?” 

“Of course I am,” Gatekeeper chuckled, “I’m surrounded by beautiful music and now I’m in the presence of a beautiful woman. How could I not?”

You patted yourself on the back for not letting your smile waver out of disgust. “Well, it’s a lovely night for such an occasion. You are?”

Granted, you knew everything about him already - or, as much information as there is about him out there. If you truly knew him, you wouldn’t be here. 

“Gatekeeper. And you…?” His hand reached out to shake yours, and you gently accepted it.

You gave him the fake name that your boss had given you for the night, and Gatekeeper nodded, smirking. If he had seen you before around ES Square, he didn’t give away that he recognized you - and knowing how careful you’ve been about your true identity, you doubt he had ever even heard of you. “A pleasure.” 

“Well, the pleasure is all mine.” He raised his glass of red wine, and you clinked your delicate glass of champagne and gave a small ‘cheers’. 

You continued talking about this and that, mostly about the newer idols making their units’ names known. Gatekeeper had an alluring voice, you’re aware, but it doesn’t work on you. He tried to drag you in with his sweet words, and you played along, assumingly falling into the trap he thought he laid out in front of you. However, there was no glint in his eye when he talked about the things he’s apparently ‘passionate’ about - his smile was fake, and the politeness in his voice was void of any true respect towards you. You’re just another pawn in his game, but little did he know you have control of the board. 

The conversation flowed smoothly with your perfect lies, the two of you faking each moment spent together. You knew you were getting somewhere when he accidentally dropped the name of someone you recognize - before, he had just been talking about his colleagues anonymously. 

Gotcha. 

It shouldn’t have been this easy though, and unfortunately, you proved yourself right when you caught a glimpse of a long, green jacket flashing by, and another matching uniform quickly passing by in the hall. To anybody else, they were invisible, perfectly moulding with the picture-perfect, rich environment surrounding you all, but to your keen eye, they were practically glowing.

Double Face was not supposed to be here.

Madara’s green eyes locked onto yours, and you saw the shock on his face before he quickly wiped it off, melting back into his stone-faced look. Shit. Kohaku noticed his reaction, and turned his head in the direction where his companion was staring, his eyes landing on your figure right next to Gatekeeper. Shit, shit, shit. 

You frowned right back, but before either of them could look away, you placed your arm on the bar’s high table and tapped the counter repeatedly, without Gatekeeper noticing as he glanced away when someone called his name. Tap tap, pause. Tap tap tap. Pause. Tap. You swear you saw a look of relief wash over Madara’s face, and he nodded, before motioning to Kohaku to follow him, and just like that, they disappeared into the crowd, but you can still feel Madara’s eyes on your body. 

Which brings you back to your current predicament. 

Gatekeeper turns back to you and notices the way you stare absentmindedly at your champagne. 

“Is everything alright?” He asks with faux-concern. 

You turn to him, looking at him and give him a perfectly sculpted nervous smile. “Yes, I’m just not used to being in such a big venue with so many people. What am I even supposed to do?” 

His calculating eyes seem to ponder your words for a moment - shit, did you slip up? There was no way you could have. However, Gatekeeper merely chuckles and his hand comes up to place itself on your right cheek, cradling it gently. God, you want to throw up. “Don’t worry, my dear. I’ll teach you.” 

He places his empty glass of wine on the counter, you following in suit, and leads you to the ballroom, where couples dance together to the classical music the orchestra plays. His hand settles on your waist, the other entangling itself in your own (ugh, is his hand sweaty?), which prompts you to place your free hand on the bicep of his arm holding your waist. 

“Do you dance?” He asks you. 

“Quite poorly.” You hope you step on his foot. 

“Nonsense, nothing a little practice can’t solve.” And with that, he starts to sway to the orchestra, and you play your part of the helpless woman who can’t dance to save her life.

(You’ve taken dance lessons since you were six.)

You continue to dance in your waltz of lies, continuing to talk about the idol life between the two of you - ever since his slip-up, Gatekeeper chooses his words carefully. The alcohol must have loosened his tongue, but the namedrop sobered him up quickly. He was a smart and calculating man, you’ll give him that. 

Speaking of smart and calculating men, you can feel the gaze of your favourite one staring right at you, and a subtle glance to the right confirms your suspicions. Madara is still keeping an eye on you, not out of maliciousness, but rather of concern. The small furrow of his brow is familiar to you (he gave you the same look when you accidentally fell off stage during your unit’s practice), and you try to give him the most subtle reassurance you can muster through eye-contact alone. His once crossed arms slowly go back to his side, and he taps his pointer finger against his thigh - alright, he’s saying. But the fire in his eyes is far from dying down. The look on his face sends a shiver down your spine. 

The song comes to an end, and with that, so does your dance. You try not to pull away too quickly from your partner, unless you want to give away how eager you are to stop touching him. 

“Tonight was lovely,” Gatekeeper says, tucking a stray hair behind your ear, “but duty calls. I hope we will meet again soon.” 

Go to hell, is what you want to say, but you hold yourself back. “Thank you for the dance.” And with that, you part ways. 

You try to find a quiet place to gather your thoughts and go over the intel you’ve collected thus far from your quiet conversations between the man. Your eagerness to get out of the ballroom keeps you momentarily distracted, and while turning a corner (perhaps too quickly) your face makes contact with a soft wall. You keep your yelp down, a hand smacking right over your mouth. 

A soft wall? 

Looking up, you lock eyes with the man who has been distracting you all night. 

“Mikejima,” you greet, trying not to look too excited upon finally talking to him - keeping your true emotions at bay was hard with him, it seems. 

He says nothing back. One of his gloved hands settles on the small of your back, pushing your body completely flush against his, his other hand coming up to the back of your head, tucking it in his neck. Madara’s lips brush against your ear as he leans down to speak words only the two of you can hear. 

“You have a lot of explaining to do.” He says, and something in your lower stomach ignites. 

You try your hardest to ignore it - if you gave in to your true feelings, he would become a liability, a weakness, somebody who can be used against you in case you ever fall into the wrong hands. 

There’s no anger in his eyes when he pulls away from your rather intimate position to look at you, only aggressive concern. In fact, the anger appears when he looks towards the ballroom, and you turn to see him glaring daggers at Gatekeeper, who is now mingling with an older-looking man - the exact man he name-dropped earlier. 

“Let’s move someplace else.” Madara gently grabs your hand, dragging you off into the hallway you had turned towards earlier. 

“What about Koha–” You start to say, but he interrupts you. 

“He’ll be fine.” 

Knowing he’s right, you nod, and the two of you set off into the maze of hallways, coming across fewer and fewer people until you’re in a seemingly-abandoned section of the mansion, and Madara opens the door to a lavish-looking bedroom. 

He closes the door behind you both, and motions for you to sit on the bed. Hesitantly, you do so - what if he was actually mad, and truly thought you were working alongside Gatekeeper? You’d rather die. 

“What were you doing here tonight?” He’s standing right in front of you, arms crossed once again. 

The one question you can’t answer. 

“Who do you work for?” The brunette asks. He takes one step forward, and it feels like your eyes are permanently locked together as you keep your mouth shut tightly. 

Another question you can’t answer. 

“...Do you work for Gatekeeper?” 

“No.” You immediately say, knowing that you can answer that question. 

“Thank god.” Madara sighs out, a small grin on his face. “I knew it, but hearing it from you is a thousand times better.” 

It seems that even on a mission, he still holds that carefree personality he tries so hard to uphold. 

“What are you doing here?” You ask. 

“C’mon, if you can’t answer that, you think I can?” 

Your shoulders drop, and you rest your elbows on your thighs, head going slack. You feel like you can finally drop the persona you perfectly crafted for your mission in Madara’s presence, and you can hear him chuckle at your relaxed body language. 

“Tough day at work, huh?” He muses, and you let out a small, breathless laugh, raising your head to look at him. 

“Something like that, yeah. I feel nearly damn tainted by having his hands on me.” You don’t have to even say his name, because both of you know exactly who you’re talking about. And judging by the frown once again settling on Madara’s gorgeous features, you know he’s not a fan of Gatekeeper in the least. 

“I didn’t like him touching you like that.” 

It’s hard to not read into his words, but when an attractive man standing right in front of you says that - the same attractive man you’ve been fantasising about for god-knows-how-long and desperately crushing over - your brain nearly goes haywire and you feel yourself warm up. 

Your head goes back to resting in your hands, and you can clearly hear Madara’s slow footsteps approaching you. He crouches down to your level so he can look into your eyes. When you make a point of not holding eye contact (curse your stupid brain), his hand grabs ahold of your face and keeps it still. His fingers are pressing against your jaw gently yet firmly, and it feels like electricity zaps down your spine as you see the look in his emerald green eyes - his pupils are nearly completely dilated. 

Deciding to test the waters, you ask:

“Touching me like what?” Your cheeks warm up even more at the sound of your meek, desperate voice - Madara must’ve heard that. 

He sighs, his eyes closing momentarily as his head drops a bit, his bangs covering his face from your view. He looks back up after a second or two, his messy hair framing his face beautifully, and you feel like you’ve died, gone to heaven and been greeted by an angel. “Never realised you’d be a brat about this.”

“A br–?! Ah!” Your exclamation is quickly interrupted when Madara’s hand leaves your face, instead hooking underneath your thighs so he can make you fall backwards onto the bed, and he quickly crawls on top of you, his strong thighs keeping you in between him. 

“You know exactly what he did.” He mutters, and your faces are so close your noses brush against each other. The warmth emanating from him seems to surround you, and your heart beats wildly against your ribcage as you feel your cunt clench around nothing. 

Madara’s thumb strokes your bottom lip, letting his touch leave a fiery trail in its wake. Your breath shudders in anticipation, waiting for him to do something, anything, more. Your eyes flutter close, and the man on top of you huffs.

“Look at me.” He demands. 

Your eyes snap up to him once you hear the stern tone in his voice, and he smiles at your compliance. 

You’ve always been a rather assertive woman, not letting people walk over you as long as you could help it. You know what you want and how to get it, and your missions have always been successful because of your attitude. However, with Madara on top of you, all you can think about is how badly you want to be good for him. You know he’s thinking along the same lines as you as you glance down and see a tent in his dark grey pants. 

Your hand reaches out to give him a bit of relief, but before your fingers can brush against his clothed dick, he grabs your hand and pins it above your head. Madara bends down to mouth against your neck, the neckline on your dress exposing your delicate skin and being suggestive enough to leave others wanting to see more. 

“Seeing him touching you like that, it pissed me off so much.” You can hear the strain in his voice, his hand tightening around your pinned one. Your free hand comes up to run your fingers through his soft hair before cupping his face, and he gives you a gentle look. 

“Mikejima,” You say softly, “It’s a mission. That’s all it is.” Your thumb strokes his face, and he seems to lean into the comforting contact for a moment before he hardens his expression again. 

He leans down until his lips are right next to your ear, and you feel goosebumps cover your skin as he continues speaking. 

“I know,” he mumbles, “but he should know not to touch what doesn’t belong to him.” 

The fire in your lower stomach continues to be fanned by his words, and you clench your thighs together, desperate for some sort of friction to pleasure yourself. Madara’s sensual touches only make you feel more needy for what you crave. You decide to continue to push his buttons, tilting your head in mock-confusion. 

“Who do I belong to, then?” 

That was the tipping point. 

His thigh moves in-between your own, pressing against your clothed cunt and he lets go of your hand to place both of his on your waist, rolling your hips to grind against him. You whimper at the sudden action, your own hands reaching out to grasp his shoulder tightly. You feel his strong muscles clench underneath your touch, and you’re suddenly reminded of how strong Madara really is. He could easily use his strength to snap your neck, but instead he’s using it to keep your body flush against his own.

He leans down to nip at your neck, finding your sweet spot quickly as your moans get louder and more desperate, and you feel his teeth bite down hard enough to leave a mark in a very obvious spot for everyone to see. He clearly wants to imprint the message in your mind - you belong to him. 

Madara moves to take the strap of your dress off of your shoulder so he can leave more bruises along your collarbone and shoulder, his hand slipping from your waist to cup your breast and give it a firm squeeze. Your breath gets caught in your throat, and you start moving your own hips against his thigh desperately. 

“Are you so desperate for me you’re gettin’ off of my thigh?” You feel his warm breath against your skin along with his lips curling into a smile. 

Your face feels like it’s on fire as you shake your head, embarrassed. “‘M not…” 

“No need to be shy, baby,” he chuckles, “tell me what I wanna hear, and maybe I’ll give it to you.” 

Madara’s hand wanders down as he speaks, trailing down to your thigh and disappearing in between the cut of the dress that exposes your leg. His touch sets your body ablaze, his fingers finally brushing against the area where you need him most. He traces the lace of your underwear before letting his hand cup your heat, and stops all movement as he looks at you expectantly. 

What he wants to hear? 

He taps a finger against you as you take too long to reply, and you jolt at the sudden contact of his finger against your clit - the light touch leaves you wanting more. He gives you a disappointed look, nearly giving you puppy eyes, and you panic internally as you feel him start to pull away.

“Well, I guess you didn’t want this, then...” The hand that cupped your breast moves to cup his own erection instead, the outline of his dick clear against his tight pants. In the dim light of the room, you can kind of see how big he is. 

“No-!” You say quickly and desperately, yet mindful to keep your voice down in case anybody did come into this part of the mansion. “Please, I need you so badly.” 

“Say it then,” he says, unbuckling the belt around his waist. It’s at that moment that you realise that his long, green jacket (you think to yourself that it counts as a cape) had been removed previously - you must’ve been too distracted to notice. “Tell me who you belong to.” 

Oh.

You know your panties are ruined now. 

Your body feels like a furnace as you try to muster the courage to say the words he wants to hear. 

“Mikejima, I belong to you.” 

“Don’t call me that.” 

What?

You think for a moment before you realise - he wants you to call him by his first name. 

“I’m yours, Madara.” You say confidently. You realise it’s the first time you’ve ever called him that. 

He groans happily, fully taking his belt off and loosening the tie around his neck. Madara rewards your answer by running his fingers through your wet folds, covering them with your own arousal. The movement of his hand is restricted by your underwear, which he impatiently rips off of your body.

“Hey! I liked those.” You whine. 

“Aw, that’s too bad,” he gives you a fake pout before he speaks again, “but if you keep whinin’, I’ll use it as a gag to shut you up. You want that?” 

As hot as it sounds at the moment, you shake your head - you want to feel his lips against yours, and having a gag in your mouth would prevent that. Madara smiles at your willingness and carelessly throws your ruined panties to the other side of the room. He continues undressing himself until he’s shirtless, his toned, strong body on display for you to appreciate. He moves the two of you further up the bed until your head is comfortably resting against the soft pillows, your hair splayed out around you. Your lover climbs back on top of you, strong arms keeping you caged underneath him - in that moment, with your eyes hazy, lips parted in a silent pant, you look like an angel to him. 

Madara’s hand goes to the small of your back, lifting it up so he can find the zipper. He slowly takes your dress off, careful not to let his eagerness get in the way. 

“Oh, so ripping the panties is fine, but the dress is off limits?” You cock an eyebrow, and he laughs lightly in reply. 

“Seeing you in this drove me crazy,” he admits, “I wanted to fuck you then and there when I saw you.” 

His words make your cunt clench around nothing again, and your whine nearly sounds like a moan. Once your dress is fully off, he tosses it on the ground, and his hands are immediately on you once more. 

Madara kisses you, his lips fitting perfectly against your own. His fingers trail down towards your wet cunt, once again gathering your slick before he finally pushes a finger into you. You moan, and he takes the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, tangling it with your own. Your head feels fuzzy from the stimuli as he thrusts his fingers inside your warm pussy, your juices running down his hand and onto the mattress underneath the two of you. Your thighs start shaking and your body jolts at his touches, and Madara wears a proud smirk on his face, removing his fingers from you. He holds them up to your mouth, waiting. 

“Be a good girl and clean them.” You obediently listen, opening your mouth and letting your tongue wrap around his wet fingers, sucking them clean. He removes them from your mouth with a ‘pop’, and lets his head drop to lean against your shoulder and mumbles, “So good for me, huh?” 

He sucks another hickey on your skin, and you nod your head. 

“Yes- yes, only for you.” Your voice sounds breathless and needy, making Madara chuckle. “‘Dara, please, I need more.” 

“Whaddya want?” He teases you, but he’s already taking his pants and boxers off, revealing his thick, long cock. He’s impossibly hard, leaking precum, and you feel your mouth water. He snaps his fingers in your face, bringing you back into the present. 

What is it with this constant teasing? You complain about it in your head, but your body has a different reaction - you feel yourself grow more aroused, if possible. 

“I… I want you.” You say quietly. 

“What’s that? I couldn’t hear ya.” He rubs the tip of his dick along your folds and you both shudder at the feeling, but stops moving to await your answer. 

“I want you, Madara.” But it’s not quite enough.

“C’mon, speak up. Aren’t you supposed to be my good girl?” 

Fuck, you’re desperate to feel him inside of you at this point. You push your embarrassment aside, wanting- no, needing to cum. 

“Please, Madara, I need you so bad!” You shut your eyes as you beg. “I need you to fill me up, ple-”

He finally pushes his cock inside of you, your slick making it easy. You both sigh in relief, but your sigh turns into a loud moan at the feeling of his size inside of you - he’s so big and he feels so fucking good, you’ve never felt so full before. 

Madara isn’t faring any better; your warm walls suck him in so easily, cunt drooling around him, and he’s trying so hard not to snap and fuck you into the bed. But the sight of his dick disappearing into you is driving him insane, and he sees a slight bulge coming out of your stomach. Out of curiosity, he places a hand down on it, and nearly folds when he feels you tightening up around him and moaning. 

“Fuck, (Y/N), you feel so good.” Madara says, sounding quite breathless himself. All he wants to do is fill you up with his cum, to see you leak his seed, to have everyone know that you’re his and he’s yours. 

If he isn’t careful, he knows he’ll get carried away. 

“Please, please move- please,” you beg more, “fuck- you’re so big-” 

He starts thrusting slowly, your body getting used to his sheer size - you know you’ve been ruined for any other man. Nothing will satisfy you the way Madara can. 

You get lost in the pleasure, but it’s still not enough to bring you to your end. There’s a certain itch at the back of both of your minds that neither of you can’t quite pinpoint, and one particularly hard thrust from Madara makes you moan out - loudly. 

“M’dara, need you to fill me up,” you say without thinking, “wanna feel you cum inside-” 

The man on top of you stills, processing your words. Shit, you think you’ve fucked up. However, his hand places itself on your stomach, right where your womb is, before speaking. 

“You want me to fill you up here?” He asks, and you nod your head vigorously. 

Something snaps inside of Madara, and he suddenly continues his movements, but more quickly and desperately. His hips snap against you, his dick angled perfectly to hit your g-spot continuously, and you nearly scream his name. 

“Careful baby, there are still people - fuck - here. You want them to hear you?” He says through his breathlessness, but you’re too focused on the intense pleasure you’re feeling. “You want everyone to know who’s fucking you this good?” 

 If your lover was being honest with himself, he wants people to hear you.  

“N-no!” You exclaim. 

Your brain feels muddled, drool seeping out of the corner of your mouth - all you can focus on is Madara’s cock filling your insides. His hand moves down slightly on your stomach, and he feels his cock moving around in you, pressing down to make you tighten up like you did earlier. Sure enough, he gets the same reaction, and he knows he’s approaching his end. 

“Fuck - you’re gonna take all my cum like a good girl, aren’t ya?” Madara says, and he thrusts deeper than before, hitting a spot that even you haven’t reached before. 

“Yes, yes- I will, I’ll be good for you, only you!” You babble. 

Through his delirious pleasure, he remembers earlier that night - seeing you in your dress, talking to Gatekeeper while he flirted with you - he nearly walked over to fuck you in front of everyone to show he’s the only one who can make you feel that good, he’s the one that gets to feel your pussy wrap around his cock perfectly like you’re made for each other. His calm and collected demeanour from the earlier mission seems like a joke to him now. 

“You’re so amazing,” he continues, “so fuckin’ beautiful, I just wanna fill you up…” 

The thought of filling you up with his seed, and it actually taking makes him nearly cum then and there. To imagine your belly round, breasts plump and heavy with milk gets a weak whimper out of the back of his throat, and your legs tighten around his waist as he starts pounding you into the bed. 

You tighten up around his thick length even more at his praise, and he knows that you’re getting close as you start to moan his name, begging endlessly and becoming more careless about your volume. When he leans down to level his lips to your ear, you know you’re a goner. 

“Come for me, my love.” You cry out, your pussy clamping down around him, your juices gushing out. The feeling triggers Madara’s own orgasm as well, pouring his hot load into you as you milk him dry. He pumps every single last drop into your tight cunt, and there’s just so much that it makes you whimper, feeling it drip in between your thighs and land on the mattress, mixing in with your own fluids. 

You catch your breath, Madara hesitantly pulling out, letting his body drop next to yours on the bed. You feel more of his cum leaking out of you, and the brunette tuts disappointedly, his fingers scooping the excess liquid and fingering it back into you, careful not to overstimulate you - you shiver anyways, your thighs shaking violently and he finally pulls his fingers out once he’s sure he’s done a good job. 

You both turn on your sides to look at each other, the smell of sweat and sex wafting throughout the room. The moment is quiet and tender as you look into each other’s eyes, Madara smiling softly at you. 

“You did so well.” He says, tucking some of your hair behind your ear - his touch is nothing like Gatekeeper’s, and you feel safe in Madara’s arms. “Let’s get you dressed so we can get out of here, shall we?” 

He helps you get back into your dress after he gets back into uniform, and you leave your ruined panties behind. Your legs are shaky as you walk towards the main door, and you try not to walk too stiffly - but also not casually enough where other people can see the trail of Madara’s cum seeping down your thigh. You both walk out the doors, and let out a deep sigh of relief at the same time. 

You look at each other, and there’s silent understanding between the two of you - finally, your mission is over. 

K = Kinks

Marking kink? Marking kink. Mayoi has sharp teeth, and damn he loves biting into you, whether he realizes it or not. You'll feel his teeth scrape against the side of your neck, just enough for you to feel the pressure.

Voyeurism. Before you two got together, he'd crawl through the vents and jack off to you, trying to bite back his moans and whimpers while he watched you fantasized about him in the comfort of your room. He's never come clean about it, and probably never will.

Masochist, 100%. He likes it when you tug his hair a bit too hard or bite him when you cum.

M = Motivation

Mayoi loves when you praise him or comfort him, it just makes him keen at your kind words and makes his cock twitch, whether he realizes it or not.

One time, as a joke, you dressed up as a maid and he nearly lost his mind. He kept apologizing as he came inside you rather quickly, whimpering about how sexy you look and how good you feel around him... so if you're ever in need of a quick fuck, you know what to do.

O = Oral

Mayoi loves giving. It doesn't matter if you're laying back or sitting on his face, he immediately gets lost in your taste and the need to make you feel good. He just wants to be good for you, can't you see? Even if it takes you five orgasms in a row to realize that, he'll keep going.

The first time you gave him a blowjob, he bucked his hips into your mouth and you nearly choked on his length, and he nearly started crying. But he'd be lying if he said the way your throat tightened up around him didn't turn him on, and ever since then, he's developed a love for when you deepthroat him.

V = Volume

You feel like you’re on fire as Kuro’s hands on your body seem to leave a warm feeling in their wake. Your breathing is shaky from previous orgasms your boyfriend has coaxed out of you, legs trembling as small tears run down your face. You sniffle, your whole body on overdrive as a simple, light smack to your clit makes you jolt and moan loudly. 

“Kurooo…” you whine, continuing to cry. He gives a smile back at you, his hand cupping your heat. 

The anticipation kills you - you know the red-head is far from finished with you, especially after what had happened tonight. Some guy at the club you were both attending decided to hit on you, even after your insistence that you’re taken, and certainly not interested in a drunken man like him. Kuro had seen it all go down as he ordered your drinks, and he had enough once he saw how uncomfortable you were. 

“Hey, do you mind?” He growls at the guy bothering you. “That’s my girlfriend you’re hitting on.” 

“Whaaat, ya don’t wan’ share?” The man is obviously plastered and not worth Kuro’s or your time, and your boyfriend shakes his head, grabbing your hand to get your attention fully on him. 

“Wanna get out of here?” You nod immediately, leaving what was supposed to be a fun night behind. 

And now, you were laying down on your shared bed, your juices leaking out of you and pooling onto the mattress below you. Kuro wanted to get your mind off of the disappointment of the evening, and what better way than to finger-fuck you until you turn dumb? Nothing beats that, he thinks to himself, his cock straining against his pants as he sees the brainless, exhausted look you have on your face. 

Your tongue is lolling out numbly, eyes unfocused and spit smeared on the corner of your  mouth but there’s still a small, satisfied smile on your face - you love when Kuro does this to you, even when you’re so overstimulated you think you can’t take it anymore. 

The red-head takes a look at his fingers covered in your arousal, thinking that you’ve both finally had enough of what he claims to be simple foreplay. He needs to feel you wrapped around him now. Tugging his pants and boxers down, his dick is finally freed from his confinements, slapping against his stomach. It’s obvious he’s just as needy for this as you are, the telling blush spread across his cheeks and lidded eyes as he looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters in the world. 

Kuro’s body towers over yours, broad shoulders shielding you from the low light of the room. His presence is dominating, the subtle knit in his eyebrows becoming more apparent as he rubs his dick in between your folds to cover it in your juices, and he feels warmth bubbling in his chest - the things you do to him… 

He finally slips inside, and your hand slaps against your mouth as you try to muffle a shout from how sensitive you are. 

“Fuck, baby…” Kuro moans out, feeling your cunt clench around him. He’s barely even moved and you feel like you could come again at any moment. 

“So good…” your words are slurred as you’re overwhelmed with pleasure again, your boyfriend’s thrusts powerful and frantic as he chases his own release. You feel your impending orgasm build up inside of you, but it feels like your body might give up on you if you come once more. “S’too much- Kuro, fuck, too much!” 

“C’mon, you know you can take it,” he encourages, his cock dragging along your spongy walls, finding your g-spot easily. “Be good for me.” 

More tears stream down your face and you brain can’t decide what you want - fuck, you want to let go so bad, but the other part of you doesn’t know if you can do it. Your moans and whimpers grow louder in volume as Kuro fucks you into the bed, your hands grasping his strong shoulders for support. 

His own hand reaches down to stroke your clit, and it’s too much - you nearly scream his name as your juices spill out, soaking the insides of your thighs again. You gasp for air, trying to catch your breath as you dumbly repeat Kuro’s name over and over again, mindlessly begging; for what, you have no clue. Your boyfriend shushes you, the hand on your clit coming to stroke your face tenderly as he praises you. 

“So good, such a good job…” Kuro feels himself grow impossibly harder somehow, and you feel it. 

How did you end up here, exactly, sandwiched in between two of the most beautiful men you have ever seen? You can’t exactly remember now, your brain is in overdrive as the sensations of two sets of hands on you drives you wild. Your knees would have been sore from the awkward position if not for the soft mattress supporting you and your two partners. Rei holds you up so you can comfortably lean against him, he and Kaoru both on their knees as well. Kaoru is the most undressed out of the three of you, having taken his shirt off the second you got behind closed doors. 

Behind you, Kaoru presses his naked chest against your still-clothed back, ducking his head down to leave feathery-light kisses behind your ear, breathing out how beautiful you look in the moonlight; thinking of it now, you realise Rei wouldn’t be doing this if it were the middle of the day, as he always seems to pick up more energy during the nighttime. 

“Such a gorgeous girl,” Rei praises, his hand delicately tracing your cheek, “so perfect for me.” 

“For us, you mean.” Kaoru reminds his unit partner of his presence, his hand cupping your breast and squeezing it, eliciting a squeak out of you. “I think it’s about time we make our girl feel good, huh, Sakuma?” 

If you were paying more attention, you would hear the challenging tone behind the blonde’s words, trying to get a rise from the self-proclaimed old vampire in front of him. The most he gets is a squint of Rei’s red eyes, followed by a smirk. If it’s a challenge Kaoru wants, it’s a challenge he’ll get. 

The raven-haired man looks back to you, both hands coming to cup your face. 

“Are you alright if we remove your clothes, my dear?” He asks, and you nod fervently - your desperation for their touches clouds your pride, instead rendering you into a pathetic, horny mess for the two men. 

Rei’s hands trail underneath your shirt, lifting it up and off of you, and Kaoru helps you remove your pants. Your underwear follows soon after, leaving you completely naked and vulnerable in front of your partners. You don’t remember when the blonde had taken his pants off as well, because you turn your head around to look at him and come face-to-face with him pumping his cock in his hand, a heavy blush spreading across his cheeks. 

“Fuck, you look absolutely amazing.” He says, lightly panting. You feel your thighs quiver at his attention, and a hand on your jaw pulls you back to face Rei instead. 

He’s fully nude as well, his own dick hard, tip an angry red and dripping with precum. You feel your ego grow slightly at the reaction you pull out of the two of them - who knew you had such an effect on, what were supposed to be, such unattainable men? You feel your cunt clench around nothing as the anticipation grows heavy in your stomach, excitement blooming through your chest. 

Kaoru shifts behind you, rustling through a compartment in the drawer next to the bed, pulling out a bottle of lube. He squirts a generous amount on his hand, wrapping it around his dick and continuing to pump it. Rei takes the bottle from him and follows his actions, preparing to take you. 

“Have you ever had two men in one hole, darling?” The raven-haired man questions you, and you reply with a simple ‘no’. He chuckles at that, moving closer to you so he can run the tip of his dick through your wet folds. You shiver, giving a weak whimper to the dirty thoughts that run through your mind from his simple action. Your reaction isn’t lost on him, and he takes your opportunistic submissiveness to wrap his arms around you, pressing you completely against him. 

Kaoru huffs behind you, and suddenly you feel his dick pressed in between your asscheeks, one of his hands coming to wrap lightly around your neck and let your head rest against his shoulder, the other going to rub your clit.

“She’ll take us well, I know it.” He says, his breath tickling your ear. “Won’t you?” 

“Yes, yes- I- I will.” You rush you, and both men smile at your reply. All you want to do is be good for them. 

Kaoru is the one to move first, his tip prodding at your hole, and you moan in relief at the sensation of him finally pushing himself inside, the lube and your juices mixing together to make the movement as smooth as possible. You feel so full, but you know that there’s more to come - Rei clears his throat, and your eyes focus on him once more as he takes his turn. 

Once he pushes inside, it feels like you’re being split open in the best way possible - your tight cunt wraps around both his and Kaoru’s dicks, sucking them in. Rei moves slowly, letting your body accommodate to the pleasant yet unusual stretch. Your hands grasp for support; one grabbing onto the raven-haired man’s bicep and the other tangling itself in Kaoru’s hair. The blonde moans as you tug at his luscious hair when Rei finally bottoms out, their two dicks pressing deeply inside of you. 

Neither of them can help themselves when it comes to you - you’re just so pliant and submissive that Rei finds it hard to hold back from nipping at your neck while the man behind you continues fondling your breasts, whispering sweet words into your ear. A particular tug at your nipple makes you tighten around the two of them, and they finally look into each others’ eyes, thinking the same thing. You’re ready. 

Once again, Kaoru makes the first move, thrusting in and out slowly. He hisses as his cock rubs up against Rei’s, and you’re desperately trying to cling onto the last of your sanity once the latter starts moving as well. They’re both matched with each others’ rhythm, Rei thrusting in as Kaoru slips out, and vice versa. The noises at the back of your throat freely tumble out from your lips as you moan both of their names, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“God, you feel so fuckin’ good,” Kaoru’s words are nearly slurred as he finds himself lost in the pleasure, “such a tight pussy.” 

Rei isn’t doing much better than his unitmate - your walls are so wet and warm around him, your body welcoming him like the good girl he knows you are. He feels his impending release approaching when he looks down to see his cock disappearing into your pussy, the outline of him pushing against your stomach as your insides accommodate to the two long, thick dicks fucking you. 

One particular thrust from Kaoru makes you lose the rest of your composure. “Fuck, please- again, need that again,” you babble mindlessly, tears pricking the corner of your eyes from the pure need you’re experiencing. “I’m gonna cum soon-”

They don’t need your words to know you’re close - your vice grip on them somehow tightens up further, your previous wetness dripping down your thighs and down from their shafts to their balls. Your hands are still holding onto your partners for dear life as you feel the coil in your lower stomach about to snap. 

The feeling of Kaoru’s dick rubbing against his own and along with the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him makes Rei finally come, him releasing a loud, long groan as his seed spills into you. The blonde follows immediately after that, moaning your name, his cum filling you up. The sensation of both their essences unloaded into your pussy feels so good, triggering your own climax. 

“Fuck!” You exclaim, followed by a loud whine of both their names. 

Rei finally lets you lay down properly on the bed, Kaoru doing the same as well. The feeling of their cum seeping out of you makes you shiver, and pride blooms in their own chests - you’re claimed by them, properly fucked out of your mind. Your eyes are still hazy from pleasure, mind fogged out from the intense session, and all you want to do is rest. Rei takes notice, and strokes your hair lovingly.

“Why don’t you get some sleep, hm, beautiful?” You nod, your eyes slipping closed as Kaoru wraps an arm around your waist, following you in dreamland soon after. 

His hand travels across your body lightly, and your body feels like it’s on fire. His touch is so gentle, yet promises much more to come - your lips connect, and HiMERU’s free hand comes up to cradle your face gently. 

With his body on top of yours, pressing down enough for you to feel some of his weight against you, you should feel trapped - but you’re comfortable, and you break the kiss to let out a breathy sigh, lightly panting from the lack of air. Your boyfriend pulls away a bit to take a glance at your face - your hair is dishevelled, cheeks warm and your eyes are nearly glazed over. Who knew he could have such an effect on you? 

He feels his pants get tight, and as much as he wants to feel your tight cunt wrapped around him, there’s something else on his mind. 

HiMERU moves to lay down on your shared bed, his hair splayed out as his hand grabs your thigh and he squeezes it silently, asking you to get on top of him without using any words. You get his message, and on shaky legs, place yourself on top of his lap, feeling his dick right through his pants. Your brain finally catches up in the moment, realising that you’re completely naked, while he’s just shirtless. He chuckles when he sees the pout forming on your face, knowing exactly what you’re thinking - unfair. 

However, him being naked is the least of his worries, and he opens his mouth to ask you; 

“Sit on HiMERU’s face.” 

Okay, maybe not much of a question - more of a demand, if anything. And what HiMERU wants, HiMERU gets. That doesn’t stop your face from feeling a hundred times warmer than before, and as embarrassing as his demand makes you, your pussy clenches around nothing, anticipating the feeling of his wet tongue in you. 

“Um, are you sure?” You say. His hands trail down your spine, one hand coming to grab your asscheek and the other pressing against your back to press you closer against him, and he bucks up into you as he can feel your heat right against his clothed dick. “I- I’m not light as a feather or anything…” 

HiMERU groans, not out of annoyance, but the thought of feeling your thighs around his head and the taste of your juice on his lips turns him on more than he’ll ever admit. The hand on your butt squeezes, telling you that he’s absolutely sure. 

You give a hesitant nod and, reluctantly, pull yourself from off his lap to shuffle towards his face. If you weren’t so distracted by the whole situation, you could have noticed his eyes gleaming out of excitement in the dim room light. 

You’re right above his face, not pressing down just yet as you check in with him again. “You’re absolutely sure?” 

His answer is to quickly move his hands to your thighs, pulling you down on top of his face - you can feel his hot mouth against your own heat, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe across your pussy. Your body jolts in response, hands immediately grasping the headboard to steady yourself and try to avoid suffocating your boyfriend between your thighs. 

HiMERU groans loud at the taste of you, hips bucking into nothing. His tongue laps at your wetness, and you moan in reply. You have to remind yourself not to start riding his face, but he feels so good and the way he’s making circles is driving you insane. Lewd slurping noises bounce off the walls of your room, and HiMERU’s tongues into your hole, making you nearly fold in half out of pleasure. 

His hands are massaging your thighs, making a shiver go down your back as he focuses back on your clit, and you feel your orgasm rapidly approaching. 

“HiMERU… fuck, feels so good-” Your praise turns him on even further, and he doubles his efforts, desperate to feel you clench around his tongue and cum in his mouth. “I’m gonna - fuck - I’m gonna cum soon-!” 

The vibration of his moans add to the sensation, and you quickly lose yourself in the pleasure, your hips lightly bucking against his face, and HiMERU thinks he’s died and gone to heaven - to see yourself lose your inhibitions and chase your high thanks to his tongue does things to him. 

You nearly scream his name as you cum on his tongue, and he happily laps every last drop up. The feeling of his tongue continuing to clean you up overstimulates you, your thighs shaking violently, and you try to pull yourself up from his face, but your boyfriend’s hold on you gets tighter. He pulls away from your cunt momentarily to look at you in your eyes, and you notice the wetness on the lower half of his face and you have to force yourself not to look away in shame. However, HiMERU seems to read your mind, and one hand comes up to grab your face in a firm - yet gentle - hold. 

“I’m not done here.” 

You sigh as you close the door behind you, running a hand through your hair. Today had been rough on you - during a small show with Eden (or as small as it gets), you had done a once-over over the crowd to see how many people had been attending, and your eyes landed on a group of beautiful girls cheering for your boys. Your breath caught in your throat at how gorgeous they looked - perfect makeup and styled hair, everything about them was on point. 

It had sent you spiralling in your self-deprecation, and for the rest of the show, you couldn’t help but think about how badly you wished to be those girls. You had tried to focus back on your friends, and most importantly, your boyfriend, but it stayed at the back of your mind until the auditorium cleared out, and your insecurities reared their head once more. 

“Sooo, how were we?” Hiyori drawled, draping his arm over you. 

At the time, you thought you had put on a convincing front - your smile was bright, and words full of faux-energy as you exclaimed of how good of a job they did. 

Yet, here you are now, sitting at your kitchen table, head in your hands. Nagisa isn’t too far behind - the entirety of Eden usually drops the two of you off at your house before they head off to their own homes, as is your way of having a conversation without it being work-related. You hear him bid your friends goodnight before closing the door, and you pick your head up, trying to distract yourself from the intrusive thoughts. 

“Dear?” Your silver-haired boyfriend calls out. 

“In the kitchen.” 

You look up at him, and his eyes narrow at you in suspicion. 

“There’s something wrong.” Nagisa states; straight to the point, as always. He crosses his arms, muscles flexing underneath the fabric of his t-shirt. 

There’s no use denying it - he reads you like a book. If you lie, he’ll know immediately. 

“...Right.” You say, looking away from him. His gaze is sharp and penetrating, and your entire body tenses - not because you’re uncomfortable, but because this is the look he gives you before he brings you to the bedroom. “It’s nothing serious, don’t worry about it.” 

“Is this about those girls in the crowd?” How did he know? Your eyes snap up to look at him once more, proving to him that his assumption was, in fact, correct. Hesitantly, you nod. You figure there’s no point in trying to hide what the reason was for your mood. 

Nagisa stands quietly, before gently taking a hold of your arm, pulling you up from your chair. He drags you into the bedroom, sitting on the edge of your bed before he places you on his lap. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, your noses almost touching from the proximity. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks you quietly. You shake your head. No, all you want is  a distraction right now. 

His lips brush against yours, making your eyes flutter shut in anticipation. One of his hands cups your face as the other rests on your waist, and it’s only when you card your fingers through his hair that he finally connects your lips together. It feels like a breath of fresh air; all your worries are suddenly pushed to the back of your mind as your entire focus shifts to the man holding you. 

You quickly lose yourself in the moment - your hips move to grind against him, searching for some kind of relief as you feel a wet patch grow in your underwear. Both of your clothes are strewn out on the floor, carelessly thrown into the corners of your room. Nagisa’s tongue makes its way past your lips, intertwining with your own. Heavy pants are heard throughout the room, and when a pathetic whimper comes out of you, your boyfriend pulls away to catch his breath. 

Both of his hands come to grip your sides, and just when you’re about to ask him what he’s doing, your back is pressed against his chest as he turns you around, and you finally notice why he hasn’t moved to lay down on the bed. 

Your reflection stares back at you as you realise that Nagisa sat down right in front of the full-length mirror sitting against the wall of your room. Your eyes sweep over your naked body on display; your nipples are hardened, cunt dripping in your own arousal and coating the inside of your thighs. However…

Your mind starts pointing out your insecurities, and you squeeze your eyes shut, disappointment and embarrassment washing over you. 

Nagisa’s hand comes up to cup one of your breasts, pinching your nipple between his fingers, the other trailing down to your pussy, bringing you out of your thoughts. His touch leaves shivers running down your spine, your body waiting and wanting.

“Open your eyes, darling.” He whispers into your ear. 

Slowly, you comply, and your gaze immediately snaps to look at your boyfriend in the mirror. His ruby red eyes are already locked onto you, and the hand groping your chest moves to cup your chin instead, his fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces you to look at yourself. 

Your body warms up - from arousal or out of shyness, you can’t tell - as you can’t tear away from the sight of his long digits running through your folds, your juices coating his fingers. He prods your hole with a single finger before he stops moving. 

“Look at you, dripping all over my fingers like this,” he says. Your body tenses - he’s usually been rather… quiet in bed, and it’s unlike him to use his words. “You look so gorgeous when I fuck you, do you know that?” 

You don’t answer at first, head swimming from Nagisa’s voice surrounding your being. He obviously doesn’t like your silence, lightly slapping his hand against your wanting cunt. 

“Ah– yes!” You exclaim, your legs tightening around his strong thighs. 

“Yes, what?” 

“Yes, I look gorgeous when you fuck me– Nagisa, please,” you beg, “I need you.” 

He hums in contentment. “Such a good girl.” 

The silver-haired man raises your hips to line his dripping cock up to your pussy, smearing his pre-cum across it before he slowly lowers you. Your walls stretch to accommodate him, and you mewl out his name from the pleasant pressure inside of you. When Nagisa is fully sheathed inside of you, he stills, tapping a finger against your thigh to get your attention. 

“Look in the mirror, dearest. Look at how well you take me.” You follow his orders, and the erotic sight of his dick disappearing inside of you makes you clench around him tightly, along with his sweet words. In the reflection in the mirror, you see him clench his jaw tightly, eyebrows knitting together as he tries not to lose the rest of his inhibitions. “Fuck, so good.” 

“Please move, Nagisa, please…” 

His lips trail up your neck before he leaves a delicate kiss on the shell of your ear. 

“If you close your eyes or look away from yourself, I’ll stop fucking you and neither of us will get what we want. Do you understand?” His dark red eyes bore into yours, and you immediately nod, desperate. He smiles at your obedience, his hands gripping your hips to take control.

You notice the way his fingers dig into the plush of your body - Nagisa has always been one to take control in bed, and the dominant hold he has on you reminds you of that fact. He starts moving you up and down, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. You see how his cock disappears inside of you at every thrust, your juices completely coating his shaft, even going as far as to run down to his balls. Your grip on him tightens, and you nearly tear your eyes away from yourself when you hear him groan your name, but you remember his precise rules. 

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” He drawls, stuttering his words. “You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.” 

You swear, throwing your head back as his tip brushes against your cervix, and he gives you a punishingly hard thrust in return, one hand gripping your chin again to force your head back into position. 

“What did I say?” He asks you. 

“Don’t– don’t look away, or else you’ll stop.” You say through your desperate pants for air. “‘M sorry, Nagisa!” 

He seems to accept your apology, continuing to thrust into you, having the primal urge to feel you come around him. 

“My pretty girl,” he continues praising you, “I can feel you tighten up every time I give you a compliment. Do you like that? You like being praised, like the good girl you are?” 

 “Yes, yes!” He feels so good inside of you, his length filling you up in ways nobody else could. “Please, need you t’fill me up, please!” 

“Mm, is that it?” He chuckles, his thrusts becoming more powerful. 

“Fuck! Right there!” You nearly scream as he finds your g-spot, and he listens, continuing to ram into you perfectly. 

The coil in your belly snaps, and you come with a shout of his name, your orgasm covering his cock and seeping out of you as Nagisa chases his own release. You expect the feeling of his cum to fill your womb up, and your muddled brain pauses when he slips out of you, rubbing his dick along your soaking wet folds before he climaxes as well, his cum splattering onto the mirror. Whining, you finally look at him - this time, properly turning your head - and see that he has a satisfied grin on his face. 

“What… what was that for?” You ask as you catch your breath, still discombobulated. 

Nagisa simply looks back at the mirror, his lips turning into a wicked smile. 

“Be a good girl and clean that up, will you?” You’re irked - couldn’t he just get a towel from the washroom to clean it up himself?! You assume he’s just too tired after such an intense session, giving him a break for now. 

“Fine, I’ll be right back. But you owe me.” 

“No, darling, with your tongue.” You stop moving. 

“What?” 

“You heard me. Down on all fours, now.” 

There’s no time to think as he starts to move you himself, his hand pressing on your back to raise your ass in the air as your head is right in front of the mirror where he came, your body supported by nothing but your shaky legs and weak arms. Hesitantly, your tongue darts out to gather some of his climax, his taste spreading across your tastebuds. 

“Good girl,” Nagisa praises, “doing so well for me.” 

His erection presses against your behind as he looks at you licking his cum up, and you feel your cunt clenching around nothing. Finally, when you get every last drop, you turn to look at your boyfriend, who’s gaze holds nothing but lust and hunger. His thumb brushes against the corner of your mouth when he sees some of his cum on your lip, and his expression darkens. 

Shu’s arms are wrapped around your waist as you desperately rut yourself against his thigh, desperate to get yourself off. Your chest is pressed against his as his head rests on your shoulder, entirely focused on the uniform he’s sewing together. 

Lately, Shu had been too busy with Valkyrie to pay attention to you. This was the usual most days, but days soon turned into one week, and then one week turned into many more. You missed his voice, his presence, and most importantly, his touch. So, once you finally had enough of his behaviour, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You barged down the door to his room, and he could quote the exact words you had exclaimed;

“Shu Itsuki, I want you to fuck me now.” 

He had given you the most unimpressed look he could muster, sighing deeply before going back to the matter at hand; a ripped uniform sat pathetically on the table in front of him, and he’d be damned if he didn’t fix it by tonight. However, you had other plans - your boyfriend ignoring you didn’t make you falter. With a few grunts and a bit of effort later, you found yourself on his lap, crotch directly on top of his clothed dick. He gave a light groan, shifting you so you were straddling his thigh instead, and then went back to work. 

Which brought you back to the matter at hand… Shu was still ignoring you. But why? 

Through your quiet whimpers and fogged-up mind, you could feel him getting hard underneath you. So why was he so damn stubborn in refusing to give into both of your desires? You were so determined to have his attention on you, and the feeling of his firm thigh pressing against your sex was too good to ignore, so you continued on with your movements. 

One particular motion makes you moan, your arms coming to grasp his shoulders tightly, and that finally seems to make Shu snap. He throws his needles onto the table, along with the ripped uniform, and his hands move to hold your waist, pressing you against him.

“Does that feel good?” The man asks through gritted teeth. “You like teasing me like this, getting off on my thigh like a pathetic slut?” 

You give a slight whine, and Shu’s mouth moves to leave hickies along the exposed skin on your neck. His hands are firm against your waist, taking over your desperate humps against his leg and replacing it with calculated rhythm instead, doubling the pleasure you feel. 

Your legs tighten up around his thigh, and he can feel you shake against him as you grow near your release. He takes this as his cue to bounce his leg up, making you jolt and give another loud moan. 

“You’re just so desperate you can’t even wait to take my dick?” Shu tsks, but seeing you so submissive and frantic for an orgasm to the point where you’re getting off on his thigh is hot. Your glossy eyes and sweaty skin do things to him, and he can feel it by the tell-tale tightness against his pants growing. 

“Need- need you, Shu, please, I need’a cum so bad…” You beg, feeling the back of your hair stick against your sweaty neck as you continue chasing your release. “Couldn’t wait- ‘m sorry!” 

He forgives you - at least for this time. Shu thinks to himself that something about this situation has definitely awoken something in him. 

“Go on then,” he coos. “Come for me.” 

And you do. The friction of his thigh against your sex is just too good, and you finally let go, a damp spot forming in your pants as you give a final moan of his name, hiding your face in his neck. As you catch your breath, Shu moves to unbuckle his pants, shifting you back fully onto his lap. Still out of it, you give a confused sound, and your boyfriend chuckles. 

“What, you thought we were done?” 

J = Jack-off

Honestly, I can't see Rei jacking off much. He'll do it when you're away, maybe on vacation or at work for most hours of the week, and when he's really missing you. He most likely has a shirt of yours or something that he stuffs his nose in and inhales while he imagines it's your hand instead of his wrapped around his cock.

O = Oral

Man loves both receiving and giving. He likes it when your throat constricts around his thick length, struggling to take all of him - but you don't want to disappoint him, so you keep going and deepthroat him all the way. He loves taking his hand and digging his fingers into your cheeks until he can feel his dick in your mouth.

He loves giving too - he likes it when he makes you cum at least three times on his face, and you're overstimulated and trying to kick him away even though you both know you're enjoying this too much.

T = Toys