a/n; this is the same format literally the past two ones because what is creativity but a hornee bitch needs visuals so [also, due to the overwhelming amount of hq boys i for sure am missing a bunch of them so let me know who is missing and see me sort them into these fun and fetch categories].
summary; police chief daichi who knows he should be packing up and clocking out in time for christmas dinner with his family but he’s too busy folding you in half against the cabinets in the file room, hissing against your ear to “shut up and take my cock quietly and then maybe i’ll drop the charges,” as he rams his cock into your squelching pussy over and over again, tugging against the handcuffs he never bothered to unlock to even remember the name of his loving, doting wife patiently waiting for him at home.
a/n;hi@ingeniumswhore i’m your secret santa!i’m so sorry this is so late, i was supposed to have finished and posted this christmas day, but guess who lost her job, had to apply for a new one, and got struck down by a fever all in the same month? :<
you don’t remember how you got here, lewd slurping sounds reverberating throughout the small room as some stranger repeatedly pulled you on and off of his prick. vaguely, you think you were arrested for petty theft, but with every lazy buck of his hips that squeezed his shaft halfway down your throat, whatever picture of a thought you could piece together would slip through your fingers like sand.
the stranger—daichi sawamura, his shiny badge says—smirked only slightly, peeking at you with half-lidded eyes, having seen just how much of a fighter you were before he manhandled you to your knees and shut you up with his cock. now he was seeing a side of you that was much more pliant, a side of you that looked so pretty sucking him off.
he’d like to think his face betrayed no emotion, but his eyes swam with mirth, flickering with heat, and you tried to look away from the intensity of it all. but that was practically impossible, all you could see was him. your senses were constantly overloaded with him; his scent, his slick, his hands, him, him, daichi, daichi, daichi.
