Shuji Hanma, his thick cock slamming upwards into you as you straddle him, skirt bunched up around your waist. His mouth is on your chest, the metal ball of his tongue piercing cold against your skin and he removes his hand from where it has been tightly gripping your hair to tug down the cups of your bra. His tongue finds your hardened nipple and he flicks his piercing over the sensitive bud before taking your breast into his mouth, sucking marks onto your skin. Each mark, each bite, another reminder that you are his girl, his property and only he can fuck you like this, mark you up like a whore. He loves it, those bruises you hide under your blouse, the marks you try to cover with your concealer, to no avail. It spurs him on knowing you walk around, claimed by him. He sees the way the guys stare at you and his sense of pride is far more than his jealousy. After all, he knows you belong to him only. Would do anything he asked. As if to test this theory, he bites hard on your nipple, causing you to yelp.
“Ow Shuji!"
His eyes narrow and he cocks his head.
"Say thank you.”
He stills underneath you and pinches your sore nipple between his fingers, tugging harshly.
“Are you dumb?”
“Fuck! Thank you, Shuji.” Your voice wavers as tears spill from your eyes. He laughs, that cocky grin that you love to hate as he goes back to fucking up into you. His hand goes to your throat and he admires the contrast of the ink of his tattoos against your delicate skin. He can feel your breath tense up, your cunt squeezing his cock as he grips tighter, a dark chuckle leaving his lips.
changed a bit my usual format? hope you’ll like it!
warnings: nsfw, minors DNI! fem bodied reader but no specific pronouns used, well duh breeding kink, creampie, mention of lactation kink, boob play, cockwarming
-> the breeders
• is the one who brought up this kink, like you were fucking and he asked you if you’ll let him breed you and well… you didn’t refuse.
• probably has imagined you all cute and pregnant before, like your tits and tummy getting bigger. even just the thought of helping his pregnant partner do daily things turns him on, he’s obsessed with you.
• cums multiple times in you, literally can go multiple rounds just to have the satisfaction of filling you up with his seed and watch it drip down your folds and onto his heavy breeder balls.
• he might also have a lactation kink. just expect him to play around with your boobs and nipples a lot.
• during aftercare, he likes to hold your tummy, imagining how cute it would be with your child. he likes to keep his cock inside you too to make sure not a single drop of his cum is wasted.
• obviously respects your choices if you are not actually ready for a kid yet!!!
• it’s not necessarily a kink he loves but he does think it’s kind of hot. so if you’re into it, he’ll be into it too.
• he likes the general idea of both of you giving yourselves to each other. cumming inside is very intimate since it requires a lot of trust with your partner first, so he would like that aspect of the breeding kink. he definitely likes creampies and doing it raw, so a little bit of dirty talking on how he’s going to knock you up is in his cords.
• wouldn’t want kids right now though, he would prefer to wait until you’re both older and stable. but he can still imagine a future with you and your kid(s).
• that man does NOT want kids. at least not until a very long time.
• would like to do it raw because it feels better but only if you’re both safe and if there’s no risk of you getting pregnant.
• dirty talk about him filling you up and giving you his seed is fine, but if you mention anything about making him a daddy or knocking you up, it’s an instant turn-off and he won’t even be able to finish.
• that’s how BAD he doesn’t want kids rip.
• probably isn’t the type to settle down and marry someone too.
• but if you are long-term partners, he might warm up to the idea, at least warm up to the kink itself since it can be just a fantasy.
hi everyone! i’m back after a hiatus, hopefully you will like this thing here <3 let me know if you would want a part 2 with other characters
ft. mikey, ran & hanma
warnings: nsfw, minors DNI! public sex obviously, sex toys, fingering, oral sex, public flashing, fem bodied reader, nipple play
mikey
your punishment could have been worse, you knew that damn well. it was mikey after all, you knew how he could get. that’s why you didn’t argue when he made you wear the smallest dress on earth with no panties at bonten’s annual party. you thought you would be able to handle it, even though you were struggling to keep your tiny and skin-tight black dress down. honestly, from the back it was noticeable that you had no underwear, you just needed to bend forward a little bit and anyone who looked closely could guess the outline of your pussy.
mikey was now talking to the haitani brothers about business, as you clung onto his arm. from the front, it looked like mikey had his hand on your ass, which would be acceptable, but if anyone saw this from the back, they would be able to see mikey’s fingers dancing on your pussy lips, sometimes rubbing your puffy clit and other times entering your wet cunt. you tried your best to not make a single noise but it was hard, and you had a deathly grip on mikey who pretended like everything was fine. you only made a noise when mikey gave your pussy a small slap that almost sent you over the edge, and you profusely apologized, lying about having a hiccup.
a few minutes later, mikey was fucking you in the nearest bathroom, his cock bullying your walls, punishing you for blowing your cover.
ran
ran and you liked to spice things up in the bedroom with toys and other gadgets, so obviously you ended up buying a toy that could be controlled from someone else’s phone. but the goal here was to use it in public during one of your shopping sprees.
you were wearing a long flowy dress with the toy attached to your clit thanks to the tight panties you were wearing. at first, ran just played with it on lower mode and both of you were giggling like teenagers. you liked the vibrating sensation, it was enough to make you feel good and still be able to act like nothing was happening. progressively, ran raised the level of vibrations, and you were starting to feel a little dizzy, struggling a bit to walk. ran had to lead you with his arm around your waist to different shops.
you were now in a lingerie shop, looking at different underwear and bras when ran decided to raise the level to the maximum, and your legs almost dropped. you speed-walked to the fitting rooms, not wanting everybody to see you in this state, and ran followed you, a smirk on his face. once in the fitting room, he lifted your dress and immediately buried his face between your trembling legs, licking long stripes up your slit, as the toy buzzed against your clit. it took you only a few minutes before you came all over his face, while the store manager asked if everything was okay in there.
hanma
for your anniversary, hanma took you to this fancy restaurant in town. the kind of restaurant that you had to book a month in advance to get a table. your table was in the corner of the restaurant, you had a view on everything and everyone but hanma’s tall body sitting in front of you hid you. which was perfect for him. indeed, as usual, hanma felt a little playful today, and ran his hand up and down your legs, a cocky smile plastered on his face as you asked him to stop.
buthe knew you secretly loved it, doing stuff in public. that’s why you didn’t hesitate to pull your tits out of your bra and play with them when hanma asked you to flash everyone. his long arm reached out for your nipples and pulled on them as you tried to hide your squeals. thankfully, no one noticed what was happening, but hanma wanted to take it a step further. he wanted you to suck him off right here, right now. the table was covered in a long white tablecloth going all the way down to the floor, so he knew you would be completely hidden once on you were on your knees.
you therefore slipped under the table and went down to business, hanma encouraging you by pushing your head up and down his cock, as your tongue danced around his shaft, your hands playing with his heavy balls. you had to control your laugh when hanma told the waiter that you were busy making a phone call and would come back in 5 minutes, just so you would have time to let him cum deep in your throat.
summary: im sorry im so lazy and i just want to post this – soft sex w vulnerable house husband sanzu
warnings: bonten timeline au, sub!sanzu, house husband!sanzu, vulnerable!sanzu, gang executive!reader, soft dom/service dom!reader, kind of body worship, praise, pet names (baby), slight breeding kink, mentions of past severe physical wounds/implied disability + ptsd because of them (Sanzu)
notes: this is very much borderline selfship and i was hesitant on sharing but my friends convinced, please be mindful with tags, i just wanted to be soft with haruchiyo sobs + i also might be basing a mini series off of this
He tried his best. He really, really did. But as much as he wished to be, and as much as he tried to be, Sanzu Haruchiyo was just simply not cut out to be a house husband. He could not cook–everything he tried to cook ended up inedible and he had nearly set your home on fire several times, causing more work for you when all he wanted was to make something for you so you could relax after a long day at work; he could not clean, he had the attention span of a gnat and every time he tried, he got distracted and forgot to finish and only remembered when you came home with that disappointed stare as you looked around the apartment and his heart felt like it was lodged in his throat.
Because you took care of him so well, you bought him everything he wanted, made sure that he never had to ask for anything, work for anything, and he couldn’t even give you the most simple things. He missed being able to be by your side and he hated trying to do things for you and failing miserably.
And the worst part was that everybody knew. Ran, who was the perfect house husband for his partner–home always spotless and fancy dinners always made for when they came home from work. Rindou, who worked with you, who Sanzu knew had his eye on you and looked down on him knowing that he would be able to do better for you.
He hated it.
And Ran was vocal about it, constantly making snide comments whenever they crossed paths in the apartment complex, like today. Rindou didn’t need to be, it showed on his face whenever Sanzu showed up with you to a work event on your arm–the flash of hatred, disgust, jealousy.
Hehatedit.
And he tried his best to pretend it didn’t bother him but…
“You cause more work for her than you do help, don’t even know why she still wastes her time with you.”
He stared out the window, Ran’s words ringing through his head over and over and over again as he tried to answer the question himself. Why, why, why, why?
But no answer came.
–
You came home late again. A sigh on your lips as you slipped off the blazer you wore to the negotiation meeting, hanging it up on the coat rack before tugging the tie around your neck, letting it hang loose. You turned your attention back toward the rest of the apartment, frowning when Sanzu wasn’t there to greet you, and when you didn’t smell the burnt attempt at dinner like you usually did.
You frowned, “Haruchiyo,” you called, anxiety building when you got no response from your husband, “Baby, where are you?”
You dropped your bag to the ground as panic began to set in when you got no response. Flicking the lights on to look in the kitchen for him, throat closing up when you realized he wasn’t sitting at the table waiting for you.
“Baby?” your voice edged at a more desperate tone, mind beginning to swarm with worst case scenario thoughts. It wouldn’t be the first time that Bonten’s enemies went after its executives’ loved ones as a means to get to them, and while you knew Sanzu could take care of himself, having been Bonten Number Two until the incident that rendered both him and Haitani Ran bedridden for nearly a year and removed from their positions in the organization, it had also been three years since he had actually had to fight, or train.
“Ba-” you began, heart lodged in your throat but you cut yourself off with a sigh of relief when you saw your husband curled up on the seat by the window, forehead pressed against the glass, knees tucked to his chest. “Baby, what’re you doing?” you asked softly as you approached him. He didn’t react, and a frown tugged at your lips when you reached out to touch his shoulder, heartbeat faltering when Sanzu physically flinched at the touch, finally tearing his gaze from the window to look at you.
“Hey,” you kept your voice soft as to not startle him, kneeling next to him on the seat by the window. You brought one hand up to touch his face, gently cupping his cheek and you hated how his eyes were glassy as they met yours before they fluttered shut, leaning into your touch. You leaned in, bringing your free hand to his opposite cheek, holding his face in your hands as you traced his cheekbones with your thumb. He let out a shaky breath, hot against your skin, “Baby, talk to me.”
His lips parted as if he were going to speak, eyes briefly opening before he closed his lips and looked away. You shifted closer, pressing your lips against his pink ones gently and you swore your heart broke when you felt his lips trembling against yours. Your lips moved slowly against his, trying to soothe him into a less distressed state because you knew from years of experience that when Sanzu got quiet and shaky, his mental state was bad.
After a few moments, you pulled back, lips brushing his, “Talk to me,” you murmured.
And for a second, you feared he was going to look away again but instead, he looked up at you through his lashes, jaw clenched momentarily before his lips parted to speak, “I don’t know why you want me,” he said, and your heart dropped in your chest, “I’m not-I don’t do anything good for you-”
“What?” you gaped, voice little over a whisper, interrupting him, but he ignored you.
“I fuck everything up,” he continued, “Everybody knows it. I make so much extra work for you and I can’t protect you like I used to and-”
“Haruchiyo!” you said sharply and Sanzu’s lips zipped shut instantly, he looked away. You forced him to look back at you, “Haruchiyo, I want you because I loveyou.”
He didn’t believe you, and your stomach sunk when you noticed the dark look on his face, and you opened your mouth to say something else but paused, a new idea coming to mind, “C’mere, let’s get off the window seat, yeah?” you murmured and Sanzu’s eyes narrowed but you didn’t give him the chance to argue, helping to tug him to his feet.
You pulled him over to the bed gently, laying him back and you watched as his face tinted pink as he looked away from you. You only smiled lightly, cupping his cheeks again and making him look at you, “Look at me, baby,” you murmured and you watched as Sanzu looked up at you through his long, wet lashes. You stroked the skin of his cheeks and his chest was rising and falling rapidly as you straddled his waist. “I love coming home to you trying to cook me something, Haru, and-”
“I fuck up,” Sanzu interrupted, “Burn shit, make a mess, I make things so much harder and-”
You shut him up by pressing your lips against his softly, “And I love it regardless,” and you watch as he physically faltered, confusion covering his face as his brows furrowed, “Haruchiyo, the fact that you keep trying and trying even though it doesn’t turn out the way you want means the world to me.”
And your voice choked up because you hated seeing him like this. It had been so long since he had worked himself up into a state like this and the last time it had happened it had gotten messy in the worst ways–it had been right after the accident when Mikey had told him that he wouldn’t be able to take his place back as Bonten’s second. He had gotten nasty, cruel and Rindou and Ran and even Kakucho and Kokonoi had told you to take a break, to let him ride out his anger on his own but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.
Because he wasn’t angry,he was hurt and upset and he didn’t know how to cope with the change and what type of friend would you have been if you had left him to suffer on his own?
So you pushed through despite the vile words and insults spit toward you and you were there as the anger shifted to distress and you were able to catch him before he hit rock bottom.
You pressed your lips to his forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling back again, “I know adjusting hasn’t been easy, and I know you’re trying your best for me-”
“It’s been years,” his voice was hoarse, “I should be-”
“Three years is nothing in comparison to a lifestyle you had grown used to for almost twenty, Haruchiyo,” you interrupted him, “But you’re trying and-”
“But Ran-”
“I don’t give a shit about Ran,” you said sharply, watching as his face shifted into one of surprise, “I don’t care about any of them like I do for you. If I had a choice of any person in the world, I would still choose you a million times over because I love you, Haruchiyo.”
His chest heaving and his breath was shaky and you could tell that he was trying his best not to crumble. “I love you,” his voice was little over a breath and his eyes were glassy and your chest tightened almost painfully as you leaned down to kiss him again. Sanzu didn’t verbalize his emotions often, he’d rather show them through his actions, and you knew that when he did it was always a huge show of vulnerability on his part.
This time, his hands came up to your face, one hand sliding behind your head and the other cupping your cheek. His lips moved against yours insistently, desperately, he clung to you like a lifeline and you kissed him back just as urgently, hoping to convey all of the emotions that you couldn’t quite figure out how to voice out loud. The ‘I love yous’ that ran deeper than just mere words and the ‘I’ll never leave you’ that you knew he didn’t believe whenever you told him.
“So much,” you breathed out against his lips, “So fuckin’ much, Haru, you make everything worth it.”
“Stop that,” his voice shook and you wanted to cry because you knew he couldn’t handle affection–verbal, physical or otherwise. He had gotten better with physical affection over the years but verbal always made him curl in on himself, it broke down walls that he wasn’t ready to let fall.
“No,” you said and pressed your lips back to his before he could protest, one hand coming up to grab the hand he had cupping your face, intertwining your fingers and pressing his hand down against the mattress next to his head. His free hand fell to your waist, dipping beneath your dress shirt to touch your skin, fingers digging in almost painfully, and you slipped your other hand behind his head, holding him as close as possible.
Your tongue traced the inside of his mouth, tasting the honey on his tongue and the spice on his lips. After a few moments, you pulled back, kissing the rough skin of the diamond-shaped scar on the right side of his lips.
“You’re so pretty, Haru,” you murmured, and your name left his lips so shakily that it nearly had you tearing up. But instead, you focused your attention on his neck, sucking gently, tracing soft patterns on the sensitive skin that always had him whimpering and gasping. His grip tightened on your hand as your teeth grazed his skin, you peeked up at his face, entranced by the light flush decorating his cheeks and the way he bit down hard on his bottom lip. “Prettiest boy in the whole world.”
He inhaled sharply as your teeth dug down lightly into the crevice of his neck, a soft whine, muffled from where he was biting his lip, vibrated in his chest and throat.
Your free hand slid from behind his head down to his chest, your other hand squeezed his gently as you worked at unbuttoning his shirt, exposing the skin of his chest. Your nails traced patterns on his skin, his body jerked as you ran your pointer finger around his nipple, breath heavy.
He murmured your name again and you pulled your lips from his neck, eyes falling on his pretty green ones, dark and dilated and barely focused on you.
“You’re so sensitive, baby,” you giggled, amused, watching as the flush spread across his face darkened.
“‘m not,” he said quietly but the protest was only half-hearted.
“Gonna let me take care of you tonight?” you asked, searching his face for any sort of hesitancy. Sanzu hated giving up control—so much of his life was already out of his own control that he clutched onto any sort of sense of control he possibly could, and you would never push if he was uncomfortable with ceding it to you.
His lips, puffy and red from your kisses, parted to say something. No words left his lips but after a few moments, he nodded, “Yeah,” he said and you smiled at him.
“I’ve got you, baby,” you whispered, bringing your lips back to his neck and dragging them down to his collarbone. His breath was quick and heavy as your hand trailed down his chest and abdomen, tracing the lines of his abdomen and the scars decorating his skin.
You slid down his body, lips running along his skin, your free hand drifting down to the waistband of his pants as you pressed soft kisses along the deep scar etched across his chest and upper abdomen—the remnants of the wound that prevented Sanzu from returning to his position in Bonten.
His breath caught and his grip on your hand tightened again, you could feel his eyes trained on you. “Relax, baby,” you murmured against his skin before repeating, “I got you.”
He didn’t respond but he let his body sink into the mattress, only lifting his hips to help you slip off his pants and underwear. His grip on your hand remained tight and you smiled against his abdomen as your other hand wrapped gently around his cock. A soft whimper slipped from his lips as you lazily pumped him, thumb running over his leaky tip, smearing precum over his head and down his length.
Your name left his lips as little more than a breath, trailing off into a half-whine and you squeezed his hand gently as reassurance. “I’ve got you,” you repeated, “always got you, Haruchiyo.”
You pulled your lips from his abdomen and slid down a little more, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his cock, watching as his hips jerked up and he let out a sharp inhale.
You moved back up his body, straddling his hips, suppressing the moan that rose to your chest when you felt his cock slide between your folds. Sanzu was unable to muffle the moan, a pretty, soft moan escaping his lips as his hips bucked up.
You ran your thumb over the back of his hand soothingly, your free hand coming up to cup his face as you sunk down on his cock. Your lips parted at the feeling of Sanzu’s cock stretching your walls, thighs trembling lightly on either side of his hips. Your fingers traced his cheekbones, lips grazing his as he let out another moan, breath hot and quick mixing with yours and it made you dizzy.
Your eyes fluttered shut as he bottomed out inside of you but you forced them back open, intent on watching him instead. His cheeks were flushed pink, eyes squeezed shut.
You ran your fingers over his swollen bottom lip, “Open your eyes, baby,” you said quietly, watching raptly as Sanzu’s eyes opened, green eyes lidded and glassy and unfocused, hair splayed out on the mattress beneath his head.
“You’re so pretty, Haru,” you murmured again, shivering at the feeling of hot breath quickening against your fingers, at the way he could barely hold his eyes open.
You rolled your hips against his, letting out a soft moan as you felt his cock drag against your walls. Sanzu groaned against the fingers resting on his lips and you brought your hand back to his cheek, the tips of your fingers gently running through his loose hair.
You pressed your lips against his jaw, muffling your moans, kissing up and down his neck, more focused on the pretty sounds spilling from his lips than your own pleasure.
His grip on your hand was tight and the fingers of his free hand were trembling against your thigh as you picked up the pace of your hips, rocking yourself harder, faster, you could feel his tip nudging your cervix with every bounce of your hips; listening as the soft moans and whimpers shifted into louder ones, higher pitched.
Your eyes flickered back up to his face, watching as his green half-rolled back, as his jaw went slack, as his grip tightened on your hand and the fingers against your thigh pressed in deeper.
He was close, you could hear it in how his moans grew more desperate, in how his hips rocked up to meet yours, in how he pressed his head back hard against the mattress.
“That’s it, baby,” your voice broke mid-sentence, a moan slipping out instead, “That’s it.”
“Feels s’good,” Sanzu slurred, bucking his hips up faster against yours, “So good.”
His lashes were wet and eyes were watery and you couldn’t draw your gaze from his face. “Wanna feel you cum for me, baby,” you gasped, “wanna feel you fill me up.”
The pace of your hips became erratic, desperate to bring both Sanzu and yourself to your highs. At your words, Sanzu’s moan choked, head tossed back, tears slipping down his face, “‘m cummin’, fuck, fuck, ‘m cumming, I-“
Your mouth dropped open and you pressed your lips hard against his as you felt him spill his release inside of you, teeth nearly clashing against his as you groaned into his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as your own high hit you suddenly.
You grinded your hips down hard against his, shaky as you rode out your high, feeling Sanzu whimper into your mouth, squeezing your hand tight as sensitivity began to take hold.
Your breath was heavy as you panted against his lips, body coming to rest limp on Sanzu’s chest. You lifted your head up to press soft kisses against his jaw and neck, kissing both of his scars, lips caressing the rough skin before you finally kissed his lips, your free hand wiping the stray tears that had spilled from his eyes.
His lips moved weak against yours, chest still rising and falling rapidly as he tried to recover from his high.
“I love you,” you murmured against his lips, “So fucking much. No one could ever compare to you, Haruchiyo.”
You weren’t even sure if he was fully registering what you were saying, eyes still unfocused on your face, chest still heaving. And you knew it wouldn’t be enough, you knew in a few weeks he would probably face that same rattling fear of abandonment and insecurity but you would make sure to be there again so you could wash them away.
18+, sizekink, virginity loss, short hc’s, i put takeomi and draken in the Mix just bc, agegap (with takeomi ofc), corruption kink(?), use of ‘daddy’, creampie, breeding, choking, unprotected, implied chubby reader, overstimulation, oral, fingering, doggy, belly bulge, huge fat cocks, alm characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned
warnings: college au, enemies to lovers (the best trope), alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, creampie, slight dubcon (bc of the alcohol), multiple orgasms (f! receiving)
synopsis: he hated you for reasons that were unknown and you hated him for how he treated you but after a drunken confession things start to change
a/n: this is for my lovely @kaeyaphoria’sgo f yourself collab! enemies to lovers is the best trope and you cannot tell me otherwise! thank you for letting me join my love!
Kisaki Tetta, a colossal pain in your ass and he made it known that you were a colossal pain in his. Ever since you two were in middle school he had this sort of vendetta against you and always treated you like shit and of course this rude treatment carried over into college. It was a shame that he would hold this negative temperament towards you for all these years.
But the real kicker was you didn’t even know why and there was no way he’d let anyone know.
He would rather die than tell you the real reason as to why he always treated you like shit. It was something he would take to the grave. So because of his treatment you grew a strong distaste for him, why should you try to be friendly to someone like him? And this carried on throughout all the years you knew each other.
While you two were in the same classes together you two were never paired for group work or for any projects but it still didn’t stop him from making snide comments whenever you were presenting or just answering a question.
You two had just hoped that the rest of your college years together would just end with not being paired for any assignment or project. That hope quickly died when you two landed in the hands of Professor Sax, a professor who absolutely loved group projects. From the beginning of the semester the class had group projects on things that weren’t even remotely related to the material you were all learning, honestly you had no clue what you were learning in the class but if it was an easy A you wanted then you’d get it from this class.
You still had one sliver of hope that you wouldn’t work with Kisaki since most of the semester had gone by without you two being assigned as partners or in the same group, there were close calls of course but you were lucky.
You let out a small sigh as you walked into the classroom, earlier than everyone else but not earlier than him. Just as he was about to open his mouth to make another snide comment, you glared daggers at him and walked to your seat, “don’t say anything Tetta, your voice is like nails running down a chalkboard.” He just rolled his eyes and muttered to himself. Soon everyone started walking in and finally your professor walked in with a big smile on her face.
“Alright guys! So since it’s finals season I don’t want to put any more stress on you so I am going to assign a simple final project!” She sat on top of the wooden desk and held up a piece of paper. “Here I have your partner names and once I read them out I want you to just sit together before I explain the details of the assignment.” She began reading the names and as she went through each pair your heart sank further and further into your stomach, awaiting who your partner would be.
“Y/N and Tetta, please sit together.” Your eyes widened and you looked over to meet his equally surprised gaze. You couldn’t move or do anything. Why did it have to be now? Why couldn’t you get paired with anyone else? Why him? He slowly got up from his seat and trudged over to the empty seat next to you and sat down. You didn’t spare a second glance at him, you couldn’t, you already felt sick to your stomach.
“Alright so that’s everyone, if your partner isn’t here just send them an email or text. So this project is something I’ve always loved doing and I think it’s super easy compared to the 30 page papers some other professors assign. It’s a get to know your partner project! Find common interests between you two and just present it, you guys might never see each other again after this so if I could help brew a friendship between you guys then I consider my job a job well done.”
As she continued droning on about the assignment your mind traveled elsewhere. How the hell were you two going to work on this? There was no way that you two had any common interests, besides your hatred for each other.
“Well that’s pretty much it from me, I’ll give you guys two weeks and just have fun with it! Once you guys set up a meeting time or exchange contact information you can leave!” The room filled with chatter and laughter but you couldn’t hear it over your heartbeat booming in your ears.
“Hey dumbass, stop zoning out.” His fingers snapped in front of your face and you looked over at him. He took a piece of paper from his notebook and placed it on your table. “Here’s my number and my address, meet me tonight. We’re getting this done as soon as possible.” You took it and slipped it into your bag and heard his footsteps as he got up and left the classroom. You pinched the bridge of your nose and got up after him, this was gonna be hell, you just knew it.
The rest of the day went by in a blur, you could barely focus on anything but the dreaded meet up with Kisaki at his place. You could just blow him off and do the project on your own or come up with some bullshit excuse as to why you can’t work with him. Still as the hours went by you just decided you would go to his place, just get it over with and not have to deal with him until you had to present it.
After your day of classes you went back home, quickly showered then made your way over to Kisaki’s. You entered the building and took the elevator up to his floor. “The faster we get this done the faster he’ll be out of my hair.” The elevator stopped and you walked to the door at the end of the hall and rang the doorbell. After a few seconds of no response you rang it again, just as you lifted your finger to do it a third time you were met with an obviously tipsy Kisaki. The red blush that coated his cheeks, his disheveled hair and the open bottle of whiskey on the counter top.
“Are you seriously drunk? What the fuck is wrong with you?” He glared at you and opened the door more, slightly staggering. “Shut the fuck up, I can handle my liquor and this is the only way I can remotely stand you.”
You sighed and walked in, he followed behind you and grabbed the bottle of whiskey and his glass and sat down on the spacious couch in the center of his living room. You sat down on the other end and took out your laptop, setting it up with the assignment details your professor sent you while he continued to drink more. You opened up PowerPoint and sat back to look over at him.
“So tell me about things you like or things you do with your friends, unless you’re just a miserable asshole that always gets drunk.”
He scoffed at your words and downed the rest of what was in his glass. “Well I don’t really have friendships, I just have people close to me as long as they have use for me. Fucked up if you really think about it don’t you think?”
You wish you could say you were shocked to hear what he said but it wasn’t surprising. Someone like him would be the type to just have ‘friendships’ like that. You just sighed and shook your head. “So you are a miserable asshole that always gets drunk, let’s move on with something a little better. What do you like to do? Besides making my life a living hell.”
Now it was his turn to let out a sigh, followed with a chuckle. “Wanna know something funny?” He leaned in closer to you, slightly slurring his words from how much alcohol he drank. “I’m only mean to you because you remind me of this girl I fell in love with in elementary school. You’re so much like her, beautiful, smart, a bright light in the dark and it kills me. It kills me because if I were to get close to you I would only end up falling for you even more than I already have and it would just end in heartbreak.”
Your eyes widened at his words, it didn’t make sense to you at all. You would’ve thought it was a joke, that this was just another sick trick of his but you knew that alcohol often acted like a truth serum which only meant that everything he’s telling you is the truth. While you did hate how he treated you, you could kind of see where he was coming from, heartbreak sucked and making yourself that vulnerable was even worse. He leaned in closer to you, his blue eyes boring into yours.
“Tetta, I-I don’t think you should do anything you might regret.”
He shook his head and leaned in more, lifting one of his hands to your cheek. “What I’ll regret is never making a move.” He closed the gap between you two and kissed you softly, just enjoying your pillowy soft lips against his slightly chapped lips. After a few seconds he pulled back slightly and caressed your cheek with his thumb. “Can I do that again? Please?” This time you took the initiative and closed the small distance between you two kissing him again, this time letting the kiss lead to more.
He kissed you hungrily and desperately, not wanting to let you go not even for one second because in that second you could change your mind and just leave him and that was what he feared most. Still you both needed to breathe so he pulled back slightly, the both of your chests heaving to catch your breath. “I need you, please.”
You wanted to give him what he needed but he was still tipsy, you didn’t want to take advantage of him in this state. But it was as if he could read your mind and see your thoughts. “Baby please, I’m fine. I want this and I want you, I need you badly. I can’t spend another night fucking my fist to the thought of you, please.”
He stood and held your hand in his, lightly pulling you to the direction of what you assumed to be his bedroom. You nodded and followed behind him and once he got you on the bed his lips were on yours again, tearing at your clothes to get you naked as fast as possible. Once your clothes were on the floor he made away with his own, tossing them haphazardly to worry about in the morning. He wanted to take his time with you, he wanted to make you cum over and over again on his fingers and tongue, watch you shake from overstimulation but his cock was aching and by how wet you were you needed him badly.
“Please Tetta, please fuck me.” You spread your legs for him and he swore he would have melted in a puddle right there. He spit on his hand and stroked his cock to get it wet, he didn’t want you waiting any longer, you shouldn’t wait any longer. He quickly lined himself at your entrance and shoved his cock inside you, bottoming out completely. Your hands flew up to his arms and you dug your nails into the skin, creating angry red drag marks. Your legs shook around his waist and his name left your lips beautifully. Your pussy clenched around his cock tightly, squeezing it with all you had and it hit him that he just made you cum. He needed to see that expression on your face again and again and again. It made his heart swell and his cock throb seeing your pretty face as you came all over his cock.
He reached down to grip the sheets by your head and started thrusting into you hard and fast, his breath fanning your face as he groaned your name each time he bottomed out inside you. “You’re perfect, so fucking perfect. I’ve dreamt of this, dreamt of you, for so long, so damn long.” He knew he wasn’t going to last long the second his cock bullied its way into your gummy walls. He also knew you were close to another orgasm, the way you clenched around his cock, how your lips were perfectly parted, the pretty whines of his name leaving you, he knew you were close.
He moved one hand by your head down and started rubbing your clit, moving two of his fingers along the swollen nub to help you fall head first into your orgasm. “Cum for me baby, cum for me. Let me see that pretty face again.” His words came out through grunts and groans and your arms came up to wrap around his neck and press his lips against yours.
He continued his movements and continued kissing you like his life depended on it until you pulled away. “Cumming Tetta! Fuck I’m cumming!” He pulled you back in for another kiss, swallowing all your moans and cries as he fucked you through your orgasm and soon brought himself over the edge, spilling inside you and coating your walls white. He dropped his head in the crook of your neck and panted.
“Spend the night with me, we’ll talk about everything in the morning. I just want to hold you for the night.” He murmured into your skin and slowly lifted his head to meet your eyes. “Okay, I’ll spend the night.” He pecked your lips once more and pulled out of you slowly, sucking in a breath as he watched his cum spill out of you and drip onto his sheets.
He reached over to his nightstand and took some tissues out and began wiping you down as gently as he could. Once you were clean he pulled the blanket down and helped you into bed then slid in the space next to you, pulling you to his chest. As you both drifted off to sleep you figured he wasn’t going to really talk about what just happened but it was fine. You also knew there was going to be a huge shift in your relationship and how you two acted with each other but it wasn’t something you had a problem with.
Maybe deep down it was something you were hoping for without even realizing it.
Summary-You’re Angry’s first serious girlfriend, and He just cant seem to figure out how to get you off, but luckily for him His big brother has his back.
Cw- Fem reader, Fem anatomy, Body descriptions, Porn without plot, Voluntary Cuckholding, Established Relationship.
Y’re not doing it r-right Souta" You whimper, face scrunched up due to the painful rhythm Your boyfriend is pushing his fingers in and out of your sore cunt.
He grunts in frustration, fingers going still.
“I could-could just Suck you off Baby you don’t have to-
"Shut the hell up and let me do this.” He barks cutting you off, cheeks reddening as his fingers return to their brutish pace. He’d Be damned If he didn’t make you cum at least once tonight.
Souta isn’t a virgin.
in fact -He’s far from it.
He gets his rightful pick of toman’s Prostitutes’ and damn near every woman within a quarter-mile radius of him would kill for the chance to sleep with toman’s Infamous Angry. His sexual experience Damn sure isn’t the problem.
His past regard-or lack thereof for his partner’s pleasure is.
In Souta’s Defense, He’s never fucked with someone he’s actually cared enough about to make sure they got off too.
Up until you, he was used to sticking his dick into whatever Toman bitch he wanted to and then dipping after he came. He never stopped to think “Does this feel good for them” or shit like that.
However, He cares about you, In fact, you’re the first girl He’s ever cared about. And it makes him feel like shit that you wrap those pretty brown lips around him-bounce on his cock every other night and he can’t even finger you right.
“I-Its really ok you don’t-
Your cut off by the sound of the room door creaking open.
"Angry where the fuck is my Helmet, I told you to stop touching my shi-FUCK”
You’re hands fly to cover yourself up as you register that Smiley just walked in but Angry’s hands are faster as he pins your wrist to back down to the mattress. “ Be fucking still” He growls, scowl deepening.
“I thought I fucking told you to knock before coming in here” Souya hisses. You expect for him to at least straighten himself out but his fingers trail right back down to your abused cunt.
“That looks fucking painful, smiley laughs stepping toward the bed. "He hurting you sweetheart?”
You nod, tears welling up in your eyes.
“You never told me your girlfriend had such nice tits "Smiley grins Elbowing his brother. "T’s a shame you don’t know what to do with all that… He trails off.
"I bet she’s so pent up Souta, Have you ever even made her cum?”
Smileys much closer now, you can feel his breath on your face.
“I could teach you y'know” His thumb traces over your nipple and you’re sure Souta might punch him in the face.“ Give you a helping hand -someone this pretty deserves to be treated nicely right?
Angry says nothing, but slides off the bed and lets his brother take his place beside you.
"He’s been so rough with you pretty girl ” Smiley grins pushing a braid behind your ear. “Let me show him how to make you feel good.”
Your head feels heavy like lead but still, you nod, spreading your legs open a little wider for him.
“Ya see you’re problem is Y’re so used to fucking girls Souta” Smiley starts fingers dipping down to trace soft circles on your clit “You’ve never made love to one.”
You breathe hitches as you glance at your boyfriend whos spread out on a chair, his hand reaching for the zipper of his pants.
“Making love is a lot like riding a motorcycle ” Nahoya groans, slinking down until his face is level with your cunt.“
"You can’t just get on it and expect it to go right?” He asks, tongue flicking out to take kitten licks at your pussy .“ Ya gotta rev it up first.
"foreplay is like revving up a girl so you can make her feel real good.”
Your back arches off the mattress as his mouth latches onto your clit.
“Ya gotta take care of pretty things like this Souta.”
His words send shivers down your spine and you’re eyes flicker between Souta and Nahoya.
“ look at him baby” Smiley groans, eating your cunt like a starved man “ He’s Your boyfriend after all-I’m just here to help.”
You’re eyes land on Angry as his cock bucks up into his fist. His head is tossed back and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him such a whimpering mess.
“I’d say your thoroughly revved. ” Smiley grins Pulling his mouth away from your cunt, Positioning himself between your legs.
“This part is important Souta,” Smiley says, the pretty pink tip of his cock brushing against your entrance.“ Ya, can’t just jam it in-You gotta f-fuck You gotta ease it in there.”
You’re not sure if Nahoya is bigger than Souta but his cock fills you up so nicely, your legs instinctively wrap around his waist.
“Now since you’re making love with er’ n not fucking her -you gotta give her nice deep thrusts -try and -fuck-try and hit her sweet spot. Nahoya moans Head resting in the crook of your neck. You can still hear Souta Whimpering.
"You’ll know when you’ve hit that spot in her when she -
"F-Fuck -Souta I’m- It feels so good ” You yell out hands grabbing onto the sheets.
“Ya here how she’s calling for ya Souta-Fuck- even when I’m the one balls deep in er ” Smiley shouts Hips stuttering “ She really fucking loves you huh?”
And you really do love Souta, because it’s him your eyes stay fixed on even as his brother is pounding into you so deliciously.
“ Tell him-’ Tell Souta how much you love him while you cum on my cock baby”
“ Love you-Love you s'much Souta-Fuck” You whimper Shaking rapidly as your orgasm crashes through you, At the same time you hear Angry’s breath hitch as he lets out a breathy “Fuck”, a telltale sign he came.
Smiley pulls out smoothly cumming on your stomach.
“After you’ve succeeded making your pretty girl feel good, ya gotta make sure she’s ok too,” Smiley says, planting a kiss on your forehead, “But ill leave all that mushy shit to your actual boyfriend.
"Besides I’m sure He’s at least good at aftercare right? ” Smiley laughs slinking out of the room.
Genre: Romance, Smut, Angst. Notes: This is part of my first kiss collab!check out everyone’s work hehe also I hope you guys enjoy this series I love it a lot. Warnings: 18+, readers surname is 'Warner’, controlling father, lovesick!reader, virgin!reader, pining, steamy first kiss, prohibition era, alcohol, smoking, speakeasy setting, 1920s dialogue & slang, misogyny, slut shaming. Words:13.4k
Imagination is an amusing invention from one’s very own mind; but as you look at Ruthie, you don’t believe that is what is at play here. Your friendship with Ms. Ruthie Goodwin began a mere four years ago, and yet, you remember it as a bolt of lightning cracking into each of your hearts as you realised she would be your best friend from your very first interaction. The amount of time is short, yes, but you’re both young. And all friendships begin somewhere. But in this very moment as she drives your father’s beloved Gold Bug Speedster; you are sure you’ve never seen a happier expression on her honeyed features.
Warning:NFSW 18+ MONIRS DNI, age gap (Draken is in his late 20’s and owns the bike shop, reader is in their early 20’s in university), fem reader (takemichi’s little sister), crybaby/bimbo reader, angsty in the middle, Draken is very insecure of his ability to be in a relationship, slight exhibitionism (Draken fucks you while on call), multiple cream pies, messy make-outs, oral (m!receiving), mating press, squirting, lots of praise, aftercare, lots of pet names, it gets soft and passionate at the end,
Word count: 9k ish
Authors note:The long-awaited part 2 of “Who’s Little Sister.” I put my heart, soul, and pussy into this piece. I think it’s my favourite thing I’ve ever written in all honesty, it very much encaptures how I think Draken’s and I’s relationship would start. God, I love him so much. It’s also the first time I’ve written anything remotely angsty though, and I can’t tell if it’s lame or not LMFAO. Please, let me know what you think. This piece was also due for a collab, Messy Messy collab hosted by @keililythat is weelllll overdue, so I truly do apologize for the wait, Im a perfectionist at heart, especially for this piece. Constructive feedback, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.
extra note:Listen to “Nothings gunna hurt you baby.” By Cigarettes After Sex during the last scene. It’s Kenny’s and I’s selfship song and help inspired me for the ending <3
“Draken-Kun, are you coming tonight?”
There was silence on Draken’s end of the phone as all the other males on-call waited for a response. Mikey was the first one to say something back, annoyance clear in his tone as he spoke directly into the receiver, making his voice sound much louder than necessary.
“Oi, Ken-Chin, get off the phone if you’re just gonna ignore us.”
“Sorry–” Draken finally responded, his voice seeming just a bit more… strained than usual. Not enough for the boys to notice until he grunted softly, what seemed to be creaking or something muffled in the background of his audio call.
warnings:NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI, mentions of a purity ring, is this sacrilegious? IDK LMFAO but just in case?? Clothes ripping, shibari, size kink, strength kink, manhandling, pussy inspection, a couple spanks and slaps but nothing on the face, fem-bodied reader, belly bulge, Taiju is meant to have yandere vibes so lemme know if that came through, not betaed, this is literally just the filth rotting in my brain today
Wordcount:1.2 k
Authors note: happy taiju day <33 the man is taking up all the space in my brain. I thought of this idea a while ago in this post about the purity ring things and it spiralled into this monster. Im trembling as I walk around, have to keep biting my lip or im gunna moan. God. he. Him. anyway. Enjoy this mess JFIJSKRHJER I am brain dead.
It’s early Sunday morning and as per usual, you and your partner have arrived to service early. Taiju does most of the talking, his hand pressing up firmly against your spine. None of the church members would notice how he’s holding you a little tighter than usual, fingers gripping onto you from time to time when your legs seem to subtly buckle. You two go to this church every Sunday, socialize with the crowd. You’re active at the church, volunteering at the Sunday school services, and helping with the choir.
“Those are lovely bracelets.” One of the women comments on the thick gold bangles you wear on your wrists. You give her a kind smile, head tilted a little, but of course, Taiju is the one to speak. “Don’t they suit her? She deserves nothing but the finest.” Nothing but the finest is right. He does make sure that everything that graces your body is the best of the best, including the thick, heavy red cord that encircled your wrists the night before…
