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“𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐞!”

𝐬𝐲𝐧 ;; you’ve been dancing around with a certain raven-haired delinquent for a couple of months now, flirting and dropping hints. he hasn’t made a single move throughout and you can’t take it any longer. fooled, you thought he was totally uninterested, but he proves you wrong after a little outburst.

ⓘ : not proofread. this is honestly a porn-no-plot dumpsterfire. if you know this is a repost, it got deleted the last time i posted it. wc ;; 3.7k

warnings: pussy eating, spitplay, he’s honestly a dickhead, you’re in love with him but he’s emotionally constipated, lowkey bimbo!reader, kind of cnc??, you bite keisuke’s lip and make him bleed, he’s into it, the starting is shit but i swear it’s decent in the middle n end, you try not to cry, there’s surprisingly no dacryphilia in this (omg is this even rukai), i do not have a title for this.

“you’re a bastard.”

you accuse out of nowhere. keisuke blinks once and flits his dull brown gaze towards you, thick eyebrows drawing and sharp eyes narrowing in mild disdain. you’re like a goddamn gnat to him, always buzzing around, always ringing in his ear with that stupid voice of yours. what did you want now?

“you’re just now figuring that one out, huh? thought it was obvious from the first damn day.”

cocky fucker. “don’t act so high and mighty. why’re you so dumb towards me? or are you just playing pretend?”

“tch. i’m not pretending. i’m just tired of your goddamn bullshit. you’re annoying as hell.” he says with a scoff, confused but agitated more than curious. all he wanted was for you to leave him alone at this point, he isn’t sure how much longer he can stand you for.

you feel a weird ache in your chest. it’s subtle, but it’s there. “do you not know how i feel towards you?”

he rolls his eyes. “how the hell would I know? i’m not a damn mindreader, y’know. quit playin’ games with me and just come out and say it.”

“i love you!” you blurt. he freezes, his expression becoming almost unreadable as the words replay over and over in his head. he’s shellshocked for a millisecond, until his expression darkens and the corner of his lip curls into something hateful.

“…hah.” he lets out a huff, hiding his emotions— but that was difficult when he could feel his vision grow just a little dizzy. his gaze is no longer on yours, he’s looking away like you made some shitty cheesy joke. like you didn’t just lay out your soul for him to hold, like it didn’t matter to him.

your heart is already cracking, fragile and hurting in this exchange. “that’s it?”

his patience, already paper thin the moment he saw your stupid cute face, fades into air. “what, you want me to get on one knee and declare my undying adoration for you or something?” he snaps, his face growing hotter as he says this.

“i want you to fucking acknowledge me! you could at the very least notice how i look at you and how i constantly brush up against you and how i always wear the skimpiest shit around you!” you bark frustratedly, holding off on your disappointment to dish out the same annoyance he’s had with you since the first time you teased him. only you took it a few notches higher, raising your voice and contorting your devastated expression into something of pleading rage.

“of course i fuckin’ noticed!” keisuke shouts, startling you with the volume of his deep voice and the cold glare of his now wide bronze eyes. his handsome features flicker over with guilt when he sees you shrink in fear, he lowers his tone and gnashes his sharp teeth. this time it doesn’t reach his eyes, his irises are silently boiling over with indignation and something you can’t make out. “just what the hell were you tryin’ to achieve? you think showing your body off around me would have me swooning for you like a damn lovestruck fool?”

your glossy lips begin to wobble, manicured hands too. he made it seem like such a small deal, something insignificant when it was your heart on the line. you’re not a total slut. you don’t do this for just any guy.

but you can’t afford to cry like a little girl in front of keisuke — not when he’s already being so cruel, not when you have your goddamn pride to uphold. you suck in a breath, pushing past your bleary vision and you exclaim, “oh, fucking forget it! i should just stab you or something— i hate you!”

keisuke’s eyes seem to glow unnaturally with challenge, caramel hues shifting into something akin to a gold that complements him much more than you should be thinking about in this moment. what the fuck did you just say to him?

“yeah, why fuckin’ don’t you?”

he takes a menacing step toward you, glaring down at you with a dark look, that glint in his eye borderline murderous. his hand shoots out and roughly grabs your jaw, squishing both your cheeks inward and puffing out your pretty lips.

fuck, you look perfect like this, looking up at him with your stupid eyes that’ve widened in a mix of fear and arousal. why isn’t it just your heart that’s throbbing so much anymore?

you’re such a dumb, irritating whore, it makes him wanna stick his cock down your throat just so he could shut you up; a thought he’s been harboring unwillingly for far too long now. he was letting his anger get the better of him, but he was also frustrated as all hell. you were testing his goddamn patience, and he was starting to lose his mind trying to deal with you.

but you are not gonna back down and let him get the better of you any longer, even though your body’s just begging to kneel before him and suck him off until he’s not so angry with you anymore.

in a sudden movement, you swat his wrist, sink your teeth into the thumb of his palm and tear yourself away. you make an attempt to shove him too, but he’s got the build of a fucking brick wall, so it’s a little embarrassing how he doesn’t even budge. his demeanour falters at the abruptness of your actions, though, almost impressed, but that quickly gets taken over with a newfound aggravation.

your attempts to push him away only serve to make him lose his temper even more, but for a reason he couldn’t understand, being pushed around didn’t anger him. it actually made him want you more. just what kind of spell did your witchy little ass cast on him?

not even bothering to try understanding those feelings, he finds himself grabbing you by the neck and slamming you against the wall, clicking his tongue at the soft sound your body made when it thudded with the hard material. you gasp.

“bite me again, and see what happens.”

a pouty hiss makes its way from your mouth and you glare up at him. that’s a challenge. you’re not one to back down from them, much less when you’re pissed, and he’s definitely pushed you over the edge. bite him? oh, you’ll fucking bite him.

before either of you can comprehend it it, your hands have snaked to his defined face and you’ve pulled him down to your level, soft lips harshly colliding with his. teeth instantly sinking into the flesh of his lower lip, you bite down with a force enough to make him bleed, aggression obviously directing your actions. he nearly stumbles. thankfully for him, his body works faster than his brain.

a low, guttural growl crawls its way up from his throat and into your cavern, the stinging pain sending a shiver up his spine and a twitch to his dick. you definitely drew blood, a coppery tang that he’s grown all too familiar with over his years of brawls gushing into his tastebuds and as a result, yours. he brings his hands down to your hips, gripping them roughly, hard enough to leave a mark. the kiss wasn’t gentle in the slightest, rather filled with aggression and primal instinct, all teeth and tongue and spit. his lips move with yours, forcing his pierced tongue into your mouth, forcing you to taste that deliciously nasty mix of your saliva and his blood.

he shoves his knee between your thighs, actions becoming more needy as your kiss turns into something more desperate. he could feel himself losing his mind, already overtaken by you and your overly glittery lips — god, you’re so obnoxious with everything you do — and the taste of his own blood only serves to drive him on.

pulling apart, he looks down at you, face still close enough to breath in your sweet scent. his expression was a grim, lustful glare, and you should’ve run for the hills by now, but you can’t. maybe you just don’t want to.

“you want me to acknowledge you?”

your breath halts. he brushes his pointed nose against your jaw, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of your throat as if to warn you.

“you’ve got my goddamn attention, brat.”

you let out a squeal, clutching his shirt tightly and squeezing your thighs around his knee. your expression contorts when you whimper. maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. you’re panting, tilting your head upward to glower angrily at him. the desire in your eyes can’t be hidden, no matter how badly you want to stay upset with him, you can’t deny the way he’s making your pussy ache.

your reaction fuels his lust more and more, the way you grab his shirt and close your thighs around him makes him want to throw you onto the ground and fuck a mess out of you. he pulls your face to his, capturing your swollen lips in another fierce kiss, unable to get enough of that artificial sweetness you plaster onto your lips everyday. it shouldn’t drive him this mad, you shouldn’t drive him this mad. he pulls away again, eyes dark with lustful intent.

he grumbles, “you’re a goddamn slut, y’know that? shouldn’t even be giving you the time of day.” you scoff, still reeling from his tough treatment. you somehow find it in you to stay mad at him, or atleast keep up that facade.

“yet here you are, asshole,” you spit, trying and failing to make your words come out enraged. your whole demeanour isn’t really convincing when your underwear is starting to stick to you and your hips are seeking friction against him, but you need to keep up this act for as long as you can, you don’t want to turn to mush around him anymore, it’s obvious he doesn’t like you so you hate him. it doesn’t mean anything just ‘cause you’re wet. he’s nothing to you!

your attempt to keep up with your act completely fails— he sees straight through you, knows exactly what your body wants even if you try denying it. your words are nothing but lies, just like his are, mirroring how he’s been burying his own emotions for all this time. all this arguing, this pointless fighting… it’s just an excuse for you to ignore how damn much he wants you. and you’ve pushed him to his limit.

he grabs the back of your hair, pulling hard enough to make you gasp. your throat is totally bared to his hungry, frigid gaze, he’s almost inspecting you.

“you’re really startin’ to get on my damn nerves. watch it.”

his palm leaves your neck and he holds one of your thighs in a tight grip, his fingers leaving imprints in their trail, marking the effects of the need for you he’s been trying to suppress up to now. his breathing becomes more labored as his hand slowly moves up your leg, he bites the inside of his cheek and glues his gaze to that scanty miniskirt you only want to wear around him.

“tryin’ to act all hard to get like you didn’t just confess to me. you’re nothing but a needy little brat.”

he presses his knee deeper into your crotch, coaxing an adorable noise out of you, feeling your heat through your thin panties. fuck, is that lace?

that signature scoff of his parts through him, eyes carrying a taunting glint and rich tone dripping with mockery, “look at you— gettin’ off to me treating you like a damn ragdoll,” he flits his gaze up to yours, meeting your eyes directly. you shy away. “you a masochist or something?”

you slap both hands over your mouth in attempt to snuff out your noises, your thighs and hips tensed as much as you could possibly get them to be. you’re trying not to grind and act upon those mindless urges of yours, you don’t want to give keisuke the satisfaction of knowing firsthand that you want him. it’s hard. you refuse eye contact with him— you know you’ll melt the instant you meet his hungry caramel eyes. your head shakes in a bratty fashion, he clicks his tongue, leans closer toward your ear. the prettiest sound comes from you when his breath hits your sensitive skin. he’s got you wrapped around his finger and he know he’ll have you wrapped around his dick too soon enough.

“not so cocky now, are ya?” his voice lowers to a growl, noticing the way your eyes squeeze shut and your back bows, “don’t make me laugh.”

his head dips, he bites harshly at your jugular, the sharp sting of his razor-like incisors making your panties soak a bit too much for your liking. he really could tear you apart if he wanted to. his overwhelming frame presses nearer and he lets you feel the imprint of his cock through his pants, just against your stomach. you gasp.

your hands feebly grip at his wide shoulders, features twisting with each nip and bite he gives you, each swipe of his tongue to soothe your hurts only to repeat the process over and over. it continues on past your collarbone, when he unbuttons your cardigan and tugs your shirt real low, popping out your tits eventually. of course you weren’t wearing a bra. “tsk. slut.”

you don’t have the chance to retort when he’s mouthing at your nipple, tugging on the bud gently with his teeth and flicking the one that he isn’t abusing with his tongue. his worship on your breasts doesn’t last long, but those few minutes feel like a damn eternity. he hisses when you grasp his silky locks, pushing him into your chest, silently demanding more.

his lips trail downwards, lower and lower and lower, until he’s on his knees. he tugs your legs apart and forces himself in between them, his face is level with your short skirt and he’s breathing in the musk of your sticky underwear, he can already taste heaven. you melt, allowing affection to swirl in your eyes as you take in the way midnight cascades from his scalp to a little past those broad shoulders that are just made to have a pair of legs thrown over, the deadpan furrow of those gorgeous eyebrows that hang lowly above those half-lidded eyes that always seem to fuck you when you’re around—

you’re slammed back into reality when he delivers a harsh swat to the fat of your thigh, yelping.

“lift your legs.”

you blink, feeling defiance peel away from your soul like you’ve just been exorcised, “w-wait, are you s—“

another smack! rips the breath out of you and you scramble to obey him, now completely relying on him for support. if you fall on your ass, it’s on him, and you won’t think twice about ratting the fucker out.

now your legs are tossed over his frame like you’ve dreamt of since the moment you saw him without a jacket on. your eyes haze over, so do his. he grabs a handful of your ass and pulls you closer, flipping up your skirt, burying his face between those pretty fuckin’ thighs of yours and nosing your clit like a hound in heat.

you’re wearing lace in the nicest colours, ignoring how rough the material dragged across your skin just for him. looks like your months of constantly brushing up against him, smushing your tits against his arm, smiling at him all cute when you bend over ‘cause you accidentally dropped an item, all of it’s come to fruition.

bet you didn’t even know how furiously he’d fist his cock during nights after having a goddamn whiff of your shampoo, a glimpse of your panties, the momentary feeling of your thighs press up on him and that incredible feeling of your breasts squeeze against his bicep.

your mind can’t quite think far enough to thank anything comprehensibly when keisuke licks a long, slow drag up your clothed slit. he could eat you alive. he will eat you alive.

“fuck,” he breathes, and he doesn’t sound so angry anymore, palming his hardening length through the fabric of his pants, “got me acting like a damn creep over you. you’re a nuisance.”

your moans only spur him on. he lets his teeth graze against the sensitive skin. he can’t keep up this act of being pissed off anymore. it’s all becoming a blur. all he knows is the need and desire, the scent of your perfume, the scent of your arousal that he knows you’ll serve to him on a silver platter. he’s only getting more and more desperate for you.

you whimper out his name, kei, and it just sends him over the edge. he can’t bring himself to be pissed when you’re whining for him, being such a sweet girl, taking all his anger and never running. it’s only right for him to reward you. no, it’s only right for him to reward himself. he’s been craving the taste of your pussy for an agonisingly long while.

he uses his teeth, pulling your panties to the side with his canines alone and instantly nuzzling up and down your cunny. the sclera of his eyes is the only thing visible when his whiskey pools roll back into his skull, he cusses under his breath but it’s loud enough to send a vibration throughout your body.

“shit, you’re gorgeous.” you can’t tell if he’s talking to you or your pussy. all thoughts are shut off as soon as he spreads apart your thighs even further and starts lapping at your folds, down to your entrance, prodding his tongue inside. you shriek at the not so sudden intrusion, shakily and abruptly fisting at his black hair. low groans resonate inside his throat, he’s being shameless and he can’t bring himself to stop. “god, you’re so fuckin’ soaked,” he remarks, choking out a moan that makes a wave of want crash over you, “shit— keep tuggin’ on my hair like that. mhm.”

you buck your hips upward as he tongues his way toward your clit. flicking at the sensitive bud, he sucks it into his mouth. your hips can’t stop squirming, simultaneously trying to pull away from him and smother him. before you realise it, his other hand has slotted itself between your legs, middle finger and index fucking past your entrance and into a place where your fingers could never properly reach. his digits are thick, rough compared to your soft hands that are currently occupied with leaving knots in his pretty jet-black tresses. this was exactly what you’ve been craving, and it’s not just you, judging by the way he’s devouring your pussy so messily you think he might actually have been raised by wolves.

his name leaves your lips in a desperate cry, “kei— oh, fuck, just like that, please!”

“that’s it, brat,” he encourages, the timbre of his voice rasping against your pussy so perfectly, “keep whinin’ out for me. pretty girl.”

he barely pulls away for oxygen the entire time, tormenting your nerves and practically shoving his entire tongue inside. his eyes go white once more when you tug harshly at a particular bunch of his hair, a spark of pleasure shooting throughout his scalp and down his spine. in a form of retaliation, he nips your swollen clit.

“kei—! please, please, ‘m cumming— i’m cuh—“ you stammer out incomprehensibly, spittle dripping from your lips. your hands attempt to shove him off; it’s getting too much and you aren’t sure if you can handle it. he grunts in response, speeding up his already wanting movements with some added aggression. he’s not gonna let you off the hook that easy.

“don’t fuckin’ push me away,” he growls menacingly, calloused hand coming down on your ass in a sharp hit. you dig your nails into his hair and scream, hips shooting forward. he’s going to make you ride his face— whether you’re screaming out his name or for help.

in a moment of overstimulating pleasure, a knot in your stomach unwinds, your thighs shake, everything goes blank. cum gushes out of you and it’s nothing less than ambrosia to keisuke’s tongue. he laps up nearly every drop, savouring your essence.

finally, finally, he pulls away from your cunt, chin and lips and fingers coated with your slick and his spit — you can’t tell which is which, but it’s a really good look on him. his eyes glare up at you from below. he runs his tongue over his lips and then his incisors, like he’s committing your taste to his mouth’s memory.

you’re both panting, but he’s not even making eye contact with you anymore — he’s staring at your cunt like he’s in a trance, and gives the length of your folds one last lick for good measure.

he gently moves your legs off of his shoulders, bringing a hand to your thigh to support you when you wobble pathetically. “lean on me,” he mumbles, humming as you do what he says. he brings his fingers to your mouth— the ones he fucked you with. “suck.”

your jaw trembles and you hesitate, his face darkens with threat. he doesn’t even have to say another word to get you to take his digits into your mouth, lips wrapping around them, tasting your own cum. you softly gag when he shoves them a little too far in, but he refuses to stop. his gaze almost turns blurry with lust at the suckling sounds that redeem the quiet of the atmosphere around. if you’re already choking on his fingers, he can only imagine how you’d take his full length.

he plops his fingers out of your mouth, a trail of saliva tethering your lips and tongue to the tips of his digits, he keeps your lips parted and tongue lolled out just a little. his thumb meets your bottom lip, he coaxes you to tilt your head upward and drops a thick glob of spit into your mouth. you gasp so sweetly.

“uh huh,” he encourages lowly, flicking the soft flesh and snorting under his breath at the tiny, pained whimper that leaves you. he brings his rough hand to your head and pushes you downward, forcing you to your knees, confronting the goddamn monster in his pants.

his belt comes undone with a click, you’re mesmerised by how deftly his hands work until he seizes the back of your hair and tugs way too hard, making you look him in the eye.

“don’t look at me so stupid like that. you know fuck well what you jus’ started, you better fuckin’ finish it.”

#omggg rukai i remember i reblogged the original so i have it somewhere in my keisuke tag 😭#missed seeing you on my dash and as i reread this. im reminded of how great you write #i love your keisuke sm 🫶🏻#baji.fm ♤#i'd have to beat him up after this

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