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cherrywhipped · 1 year

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what goes down when you…

❤︎ get drunk with your tokyo rev s/o. ❤︎

!!!!!! VERY NSFW ❤︎ including: baji, chifuyu, kazutora, takemichi, mikey, draken, mitsuya, smiley, angry, rindou, ran, izana, kokonoi, inui, kakucho, sanzu, taiju, kisaki, hanma, shion, naoto, wakasa, shinichiro

a/n: just in time for valentines!!😀 had the weeknd’s cover of drunk in love on repeat, so I smashed a bunch of Tokyo Rev ideas I had into this prompt that weren't working as full fics. Some of these I ended up loving a lot (pt 2??*cough*shin) & some of them will probably just stay here. have a wonderful v day & stay safe! if u don’t have a date (like me) buy urself flowers and read these in the bath bc ur fav TR character wants to f*ck you rn <3

— — ❤︎ Baji Keisuke

“No listen! Apparently we weren’t even a couple despite all the times we fucked at the winery? And then it ended up catching on fire?? That’s like the last message, like we don’t even know how Aiden’s contest wine rank—” Baji smashed his lips against yours, ceasing your rambling immediately. “Babe, respectfully, I have no fucking idea what you’re talkin’ about.” He smiled and lowered his lips to your ear. “But, ya know, I could listen to your voice all damn day,” Baji planted a featherlight kiss near your earlobe as he whispered, “…’specially like hearing those moans of yours.” Something about liquor made your usually stoic boyfriend run his damn mouth. His topaz eyes twinkled as you stared at him in shock. You felt his heavy hand against your cheek and leaned into his comforting touch, his thumb brushing over your lips. “Keisuke,” you sighed. “You made me forget what I was saying.” You kissed his hand and lightly bit down on his thumb. “Good.” He sighed as you opened your mouth enough for him to slip his index finger in, another one following the first. You closed your lips around his knuckles and sucked him in, beckoning him further down your tongue until his fingertips tapped the back of your throat. He chuckled softly when you gagged. Baji pulled his hand away from your mouth and stuffed it down your pants to finger you. You could feel the heat radiating from his face as he kissed you firmly, teeth sinking into your lower lip.

— — ❤︎ Kazutora Hanemiya

KBOOM. Heavy rain drummed against the window. Thunder erupted outside your bedroom, followed by a loud crackle, leaving you and your boyfriend completely in the dark. “Aw, shit,” Kazutora huffed. “Well, s’good thing we made a blanket fort.” He giggled and patted around for his phone. You were watching Regular Show in your little cave and playing one of those drinking games where you had to take a shot every time Benson yelled or someone said “whoaaaa,” for example. When the power cut out, you were several episodes in and needless to say, both pretty drunk at this point. “Here, I’ll help,” you say sweetly, fumbling around the wad of sheets on the floor. “hEy, babyyy, watch it.” It took a moment for you to register what had transpired; it seems you pawed Kaz’s lap... and accidentally grabbed his dick. Drunk y/n suddenly had a great idea. “Ohh, I’m so sorry pretty boy, ’m still looking for it,” you feigned, crawling closer to his body and intentionally getting handsy with him. You flipped up his shirt and ran your fingers across the skin of his lower stomach. Your touch danced over the waistband of his sweats, teasing him mercilessly before fully cupping his hard-on. Tora whined. You could barely make out his head tipping back in the dark as you squeezed him. “Mmh, god… y/n, baby, ride me,” his tone made your heart pussy jump, it was a mix of desperate and demanding. Before you could move, he grabbed your ass, pulling at the flesh of your thighs and hips to get you to straddle him. You rolled over onto his lap, french kissing him feverishly. Kazutora sucked at your bottom lip as he pressed your body down to grind against his pelvis, rocking your hips forward and back slowly.

— — ❤︎ Matsuno Chifuyu

The refrigerator was overflowing with Jell-O shots for the party tonight. You and Chifuyu were so ready to impress your friends, having gone all out with a batch of rainbow ones AND a batch of chocolate pudding ‘dirt cup’ shots, complete with sour gummy worms on top….. only for it to get cancelled:( “I’m sure they’ll reschedule really soon, Fuyu. at least these should last a few days,” you comforted your love. “Yeah… no point in letting them go to waste, though. I’m tryin’ some—” Chifuyu made a b-line for the fridge and returned with handfuls of the mini containers. He plopped down next to you with an expression one could only describe as epiphanic. “Actually… Hold that thought, I’m gonna order pizza.” You snorted, “We having a party of our own?” Chifuyu put the shots down on the coffee table. “I mean, why not?? With a pizza box and all these cups we can play…” he paused for dramatic effect, “battle shots!” You giggled and nodded, “Battle ships with Jell-O shots and a pizza-box board, huh?” You smiled brightly. “Have I ever mentioned that I love you?” Chifuyu grinned playfully at your comment and hovered over you on the couch, nose inches away from yours. “Mm, no, never. I think I’d remember something so impo—” you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his before he could finish his sentence. ••••• “A5.” It was the last turn of the game. “Hit, and you sunk my battleship,” you sighed in defeat, utterly wasted after having Chifuyu wipe the floor with you this game. “Woo! I wiiinnn, what’s my prize?” Chifuyu beamed. You crawled over to him and laid your head in his lap, kissing his thighs playfully. “I’ve got an idea.” He shivered and bit his lip. A deep sigh left his chest, relaxing his body as he stroked your cheek. He gazed at you adoringly. “Oh? I think I like where this is going.”

— — ❤︎ Hanagaki Takemichi

You are seated next to Takemichi at his beautiful cousin’s wedding, looking on as the newly wed couple shares their first marital kiss. Michi squeezed your hand before contributing to the growing applause and cheers. He breathed a sigh of relief upon surviving the most stressful parts of the ceremony, and now everyone was just ready to let loose. “Whoa, check it oouuut!” He exclaimed, pointing towards the delicious spread of food and drinks decorating the room. Music blared as everyone helped themselves. Takemichi twirled you around the dance floor a few times, and now you were seated near the mini bar to get your drink on. You two had a toast to yourselves first (what better way to celebrate the romantic scene) and stared into each other’s eyes lovingly. The chemistry was almost the same as when you two had first started dating, the conversation flowing effortlessly all evening. One, two, four… you lost count of how many drinks you had at this point, and your boyfriend was looking pretty flushed himself. You stared at the just-married couple at the center of the dance floor. “They look so wonderful together... I bet,” you began boldly, “they are gonna have the wildest night after this,” you took a sip of your drink and smirked. “Y-Y/n!! That’s such a dirty thing to say,” Takemichi sputtered. “Baby. Don’t play coy like you haven’t said some of the filthiest shit I’ve ever heard.” Your eyes flicked over his flustered expression. You paused for just a moment before leaning in close to his ear. “Tell me you don’t want to act on all the love and romance in the air.” Your hand rested on his face close to the bottom of his jaw. Takemichi trembled, he was visibly caving under the pressure. You heard him swallow hard and nod slightly against your cheek, “I could kiss your lips until they bruise. You have no idea...” he whispered. “That’s more like it. We’ve never really explored having sex in a public place, have we? C’mon, I’ll prove my love to you now,” you kissed his cheek sincerely. “And I’ll let you prove you’re thinking some things far worse than I am,” you whispered and pulled him out of his seat.

— — ❤︎ Sano Manjiro

“SHIT!” Mikey cussed, his quarter bouncing off the table and narrowly missing the shot glass he aimed for. You both had a few shots of liquor in you and the aims were only getting worse. “HA! That one was double or nothing, take two, Mikey~.” You loved playing games with your boyfriend, even if he was the worst loser on the planet and would conjure up absolutely anything to ensure he won in the end. “Noo, wait! One more! If I make this one, you have to take all my shots. If I miss, I’ll take four.” He stared at you with unwavering intensity. “And how’s that fair at all??” You squinted back, lips curving into a pout. “Okay, okay. Fine, here. You get a chance to shoot when I make this shot. If you miss, both of us only take two shots, but if you make it, I’ll take five.” He tilted his head to the side and smiled sweetly. What absolute nonsense. You thought for a moment before replying, “You’re on, babe.” Mikey flashed you a grin, lining up his course on the table. It was a great attempt, you really thought he had it. Somehow though, his quarter skimmed the glass and bounced right back out. “FUCK-!! YOU SAW IT GO IN!” He screeched. “NO WAY, THAT’S STILL A MISS!” Your intensity matched his frantic screams, laughter erupting from you. “Baby! Youu have to take four shots nooow~,” you poked his stomach and arms playfully. “Nuh uh, technically I didn’t miss.” You stared at him in disbelief. “Mikey. The quarter is on the table. Take. The damn. Shots.” He sprinted away from you at full speed, darting towards the bedroom, “MAKE ME!!” You couldn’t believe how childish-... But you didn’t have time to waste and chased after him. You caught up to him and flung yourself at him, effectively body-slamming him onto the mattress. “Sano Manjiro I swear if you don’t take those fuckin-” his hands gently wrapped behind your head, thumbs grazing the side of your face as he captured your lips in a kiss. That asshole. You melted into him, fingers wandering up his neck to grab handfuls of his hair. He swept his hands down your body, palms landing on your ass, pulling you flush against his hips. Panting, you pulled away from his sensual kisses. “Mm, I’m not letting you off that easy.”

— — ❤︎ Ryuguji Ken

“…you do remember where we are, right?” Draken breathed in a low tone near your ear. Yeah, of course, a casual dinner party with his friends and some of his work buddies. So maybe one of his friends made excellent cocktails, and maybe you overindulged. And perhaps, as a consequence, the liquor had you feeling devious enough to try to feel up your boyfriend around a corner where nobody could see to get a reaction out of him. “Mhmm,” you answered confidently. His grip on your wrist tightened as he pushed his knee between your thighs, backing you against the wall. “And you do know what’ll be waiting for you if you keep acting up here, hm?” You whimpered, maybe a bit too excitedly for his taste. Draken tilted your chin up to meet his gaze with his free hand, his brow raised into an expression that read ‘don’t test me’. You blinked innocently and pouted. “I’m sorry daddy. Can I have a kiss?” Ken rolled his eyes at you before answering, “Tch, fine. Just one, then we are going back for a little while longer.” He leaned down to kiss you, his hand softly resting on your jaw and his other hand releasing your wrist to settle on your hip. Just as your lips met, you pulled him close by the collar of his shirt with one hand, the other sneaking its way to his belt, dipping below the buckle slowly in attempt to tease his cock. You felt his body briefly relax before pulling away from you, breaking the kiss in the act. “Mm, you shouldn’t have done that.” He huffed. Without warning, he belted, “Oi, Mitsuya! S’getting late, I’ve gotta get my s/o home. Tell whoever’s left I’m headin’ out.” Your eyes widened in shock that he just announced your exit… and now you had no escape from the punishment you earned yourself. “C’mon, baby, let’s get you home and into bed, ah?” He laced his fingers with yours and led you to the car with a knowing grin.

— — ❤︎ Mitsuya Takashi

“You are so fucking sexy.” Your incredible Mitsuya, the absolute perfect partner, had the filthiest mouth after a few glasses of wine. It was dinner at your place, just some pasta and wine, nothing crazy, but Takashi had it out for you tonight. He beckoned you over to where he was sitting, heavy kisses quickly escalating before you could wrap your brain around it all. “God, you smell good…” he squeezed at your flesh ferociously. “Turn around, wanna taste my dessert,” he breathed, shifting in his seat at the dinner table. “N-no, other way, baby. I want a face full of ass while I eat that pretty pussy,” his voice was low, growl-like tone making your cunt pulse as you climbed on the table. “Taka--!” you attempted to call to him pitifully. He pushed your dress up and sunk his teeth into the fabric of your panties, pulling them down your leg teasingly. “Spread ‘em wider,” he demanded. “Mitsuya!!” He was being embarrassingly direct. You would’ve been humiliated if you didn’t find it so hot. You slid your knees further apart on the sleek wood, back curving into a pronounced arch to put as much of your pussy on display for him as you could in this position. “Mmm, just like that, good girl,” he purred. You jumped when his tongue swiped along your slick folds, the contact making your legs tingly. He kissed and licked at your cunt before sucking your clit in his mouth. You both moaned in unison. “So good,” he whined in a low tone. “Want more?” he gripped your thigh with one hand and teased your entrance with the other. “Yes, please, Taka,” you mewled softly. You leaned your hips into his touch, and he let out a deep, lascivious giggle in response. “Baby, you’re gonna have to beg a little better than that.” You wished you could see the wide grin you knew was on his face. “Come on. I know you’ve got it in you.”

— — ❤︎ Kawata (Angry) Souya

Tonight, you ventured to a bar within walking distance of your boyfriend Souya’s apartment. The two of you had as many drinks as you wanted since nobody was driving, the area was relatively safe, and left with confidence knowing if anybody messed with y’all, Angry was more than capable of kicking their ass. Your arms wrap tightly around your boyfriend’s midsection, face pressed into the back of his shirt as he walked, dragging you forward with him each step. “Pleaseeee! Souya, pleeee-,” your incessant cries were cut short by your boyfriend stopping abruptly and whipping around to face you. You flinched at his furious expression, but the words that left his mouth were surprisingly… sweet. “Sure, princess. It’s on the way to the apartment.” Angry took your hand and led you towards the barren park. You playfully danced around him and cheered excitedly, insisting that he push you on the swing. “Fine, fine, but only if you’ll go down the slide with me.” Of course you agreed and the two of you played around for some time. It was now Souya’s last time going down the slide, so you waited at the bottom for him. He let out the most adorable ‘wheee!’ sound as he swirled around to the end of the slide. You saw him laying at the base, slightly breathless, messy blue hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat, and a subtle grin on his usual scowling face. Before you knew it, you hovered over Souya, a handful of his thick hair in your clutches as you leaned in to kiss him. He sighed warmly and pulled your body close, deepening the kiss. “Ready to go?” You asked cheerily. “Mm. Wanna shower with me when we get back?” You caught a glint of mischief in his eyes as he spoke. “Sure. C’mon,” you replied and pulled him to his feet. “Y/n,” he began, and you looked at him expectantly. “…never mind.” Soya shied away from his words. “You sure?” You asked gently, eyes shining in the moonlight. “Um… We should play around like that more often.” He laced his fingers with yours as he walked you back to the apartment. “I love you too, Souya.”

— — ❤︎ Kawata (Smiley) Nahoya

“Oh~? What’s this, eh?” The toy whirred in his hands as he tinkered with the buttons. “Nahoya!!” You screamed. Why was he digging through your stuff?? Even worse for you, it seems that earlier today while you rushed to pack a stay-the-night bag, the mini vibrator you kept hidden in a small pocket in your backpack was overlooked. “So, my girl’s a pervert, huh?” His trademark smirk appeared especially daunting now. You hid your face with your hands. “I—,” you began. Although you and Smiley had some heated moments, being the tease that he is, the two of you hadn’t exactly gone all the way together yet. Tonight was supposed to be the night, you even had some drinks with him to dampen the nerves, but the implications of finding a sex toy in your possession made the anticipation spike back up. “I just, I forgot it was in my backpack,” you winced. “Ohw, why’re ya all pinched up, pretty baby?” His tone softened ever so slightly, “Don’t cha want me to use it on you?” Your eyes widened and your brows raised slightly. “Would you..?” you sucked in a breath, “I think I’d like that…” Your body moved faster than your brain as you slowly crawled towards your boyfriend sitting on the floor. “Yeah? C’mere, then,” he cooed, coaxing you into his lap. His hands tangled in your hair and pulled it firmly enough to cause your mouth to pop open. He quickly brought your face close, stealing your lips and slipping his tongue inside you with a soft groan. You barely heard the sound of the vibrator before Nahoya traced it up your leg, snaking under your shirt and bra to tease your nipple. You moaned sweetly under his touch. He pecked your lips once more before pulling away and grinning. “Heh. This’ll be fun.”

— — ❤︎ Haitani Rindou

Shit-faced at a concert? Sounds about right. You and Rin had been dancing around the pit and waiting for the headliner to start for almost two. hours. He made you get there EARLY because he “didn’t wanna miss the openers.” Bruh. Nobody sane goes to a concert early. You needed some liquor or you were gonna lose your mind. You and Rin smoked beforehand, he had a drink or two already as well, now it was your turn. It wasn’t a super large venue bc Rin wanted to check out an up-and-coming rap artist, but the crowd was starting to swell, the energy buzzing in the air. “Rinnie, you up for a little bet?” You tugged at your boyfriend’s shirt and gave him your best doe eyes. “Mm. Wassup?” He leaned his ear down to your lips to listen to your pitch. “I bet the cost of our bar tab that I can out-drink you tonight.” He perked up almost instantly. “Ohh? You really think ya could, huh? That’s cute.” He smirked and you elbowed his arm. “I’m serious,” you pulled him close to you, lips almost touching. He leaned in the rest of the way to kiss you slowly. “Since you’re so confident, lemme add to the bet,” he started, his hand dropping to the small of your back, pulling you close and brushing his cheek against yours. “Whoever wins… gets to fuck the loser’s ass.” You took a step back and stared at him in disbelief. “Are you deadass right now? …You know you could lose, right? How high did you get Rin..?” He stared into your eyes intensely and half-laughed, “Nah, ‘m deadass serious. Guess I could, but I won’t lose. You’re already startin’ out behind, doll. Best get to drinkin’ if the bet’s on.” His confidence was almost enough to make you change your mind. almost. You sucked in a breath and hurried to the bar to order yourself two drinks.

— — ❤︎ Haitani Ran

“Ran baby!” you called, “What is this!?” You got up at noon and headed to the balcony right off the bedroom for some air, only to reveal a fantastic looking breakfast spread on the patio tables. It was complete with a drink dispenser full of a vibrant orange liquid that very much resembled a mimosa. “My love,” his model-esque figure sashayed down the hallway, then stepped out onto the balcony dramatically. “You know how we always sleep in and miss brunch? Well, today, I brought brunch to us.” He beamed as he gestured towards the table, a soft breeze rustling his hair and kicking up the end of his silky robe. What a strange boyfriend he was, but you couldn’t deny that he looked gorgeous in his own right. You let out firm giggle. “Ran! You didn’t have to do all this, what’s the occasion?” He leaned forward and grasped your chin tenderly. “Oh, I just love you, that’s all.” Before you could react, his lips were on yours, melting you completely. Your hand gingerly grasped his, meeting his eyes with nothing but pure, wholistic love. “How did I get so lucky? I love you very much, Ran. Thank you.” You brought his palm to your lips and kissed it softly. “So, now we’re gonna get drunk… and then you’ll give me the best head I’ve ever had in my life, right?” He smiled blankly. “RAN!!” You playfully whacked his chest. “As if I’d say anything other than yes.” You both moved to the table and enjoyed breakfast, downing mimosas like nobody’s business. “You better understand what you’re in for now, Haitani.” You warned. “‘M not stopping after the first, second, or even third time you cum.” Ran’s face contorted into one of amusement as he drunkenly giggled, “You better not, but after that, I’m taking you to bed, k?” As you crawled under the table on the balcony, a fleeting thought penetrated your mind, could anyone see you? The minute you got a taste of Ran’s cock, however, the thought vanished, and you didn’t have a care in the world.

— — ❤︎ Kurokawa Izana

“How can you just leave me standing, Alone in a world so cold,” Izana sang softly as he played his guitar in his apartment for you. “Maybe I’m just too demanding, Maybe I’m just like my father, too bold,” you sang along with him, admiring the sounds filling the room. Your boyfriend, however, suddenly ceased his playing, gentle laughter interrupting the song. “Baby, I know you don’t sing like that.” He set his guitar aside, giggles getting the best of him. “Zana, that’s so mean, do I really sound bad?” You felt your eyebrows raise in concern. So maybe you weren’t Prince, but you knew you weren’t the worst singer in the world… did you offend Izana’s ears enough for him to stop playing altogether and laugh? “Not at all, you’re just… so cute when you try to sing drunk. You focus so hard that your pretty face gets all scrunched up…” he leaned forward from his seat on the floor to grab your cheeks. He cracked up again upon seeing your face squished into an exaggerated fishy-lipped pout by his own hand. “Izana, you are so giggly tonight,” you teased. “I dunno, guess I’m just in a really good mood.” He smiled softly, hands coming up to wipe tiny tears from his lavender eyes. “Aww, is that your way of saying I make you happy?” You scooted closer to him and poked at his sides, tickling him slightly. He responded between broken laughs, “Hey, you make me very happy, y/n.” There was a sweet moment of silence before he retaliated. Izana moved on your figure, leisurely yet swiftly grabbing your wrists and pinning you to the floor. He hardly gave you a second to protest before he was kissing you delicately. He made you feel adored and desirable in ways you couldn’t have anticipated. You wrapped your legs around his back, the soft, sensual kisses sinking into dark, hungry ones. His grip on your wrist tightened as he pressed his body against you, the two of you desperate for closeness. He broke the kiss only long enough to say, “bed,” before pulling you to your feet and drunkenly guiding you to his room, your lips and bodies inseparable.

— — ❤︎ Kokonoi Hajime

“Where are you, little slut?” Koko’s voice echoed through the hotel penthouse. You held in your giggles as you hid in the gorgeous marble bathroom, hunkered down in the lavish bathtub. “If I don’t find you in the next 10 seconds, I’m gonna spank you till you cry. One...” You let out a cackle. “Kokooooo! My darling, take a bath with me,” your voice carried throughout the suite. You stood up and stripped down to your lingerie as you waited for him to enter the room, opting to sit seductively on the edge of the tub. “Sigh.” Koko stepped through the door, his face decorated lightly with vanilla icing. “You’re more trouble than you’re worth,” he rolled his eyes and sauntered towards the tub. “Tongue out,” he demanded. You did as you were told, delicately licking the icing from his cheek and side of his nose. You left tiny kisses on the affected areas as he complained. “First you finish off MY favorite wine, then you go and hit me with a cupcake.” He clicked his tongue and crossed his arms, sharp eyes boring into your forehead. “Baby, that was a total accident!” You stammered. “Awh, it was an accident~” his lips curled upwards as he mocked your tone. “Koko!! I didn’t know how close my hand was to your face, Hajime, I’m drunk! And I’m very sorry…. C’mon, let’s take a bath, pleaseee?” You tugged at his clothes gently. “Why d’ya wanna have a bath so bad right this second?” He took a step back, heavily lidded eyes fixed on the intricate red lingerie you wore. “Wanna fuck you in the bath, I guess. Seems romantic.” Kokonoi raised a brow, his cruel facade melting. “Mm. Guess it is Valentine’s Day,” he mused. “Tch, You’re damn lucky I love you so much, my spoiled brat. Alright, but first, go prance a little. Get me a drink so I can see the set from the back.” You hopped up excitedly. “Yay!! Yes sir!” You started to head back to the main area before Koko’s voice stopped you. “Hold on,” he paused, “do that again.” You tilted your head to the side. “Do what, this?” you jumped up and spun slightly, all your curves bouncing with you. “Mm. So good for me. Hurry back now,” he teased, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling out a big box of rose petals from the cabinet to put in the bath.

— — ❤︎ Inui Seishu

Hot tears welled in your eyes as you choked back a frustrated laugh. “4th time balls back, you’re fucking kidding me…” you face palmed. Inui stood at the opposite end of the table, arms folded and his gaze fixed on the last two red solo cups in front of you. He was absolutely destroying you at beer pong. Who would’ve thought he’d be so good? You were unbelievably flustered at losing so hard and having to drink so much, but his flawless performance was undeniably impressive… his cool and domineering appearance further flustering you. Inui lined up the shot, and just before the ping pong ball left his fingertips, you hollered, “MISS!!” He flinched and the ball skimmed the cup. You laughed triumphantly. “Tch! Y/n, you cheater.” He rolled his eyes and picked up the second ping pong ball. He shot quickly and it sunk in, leaving one last cup before your defeat. You had only managed to wipe out 3 of his cups:( but you weren’t giving up yet!! You heard somewhere the more drunk you are, the better you get at this game, right? You snatched up the balls and went straight in on your shot, fatally missing both. Inui snickered, a slight smile appearing on his face. “Nice try, y/n. I’ll go ahead and win for us so you can take a break from drinking,” his eyes flashed with a subtle fierceness, bouncing the ball off the table into a perfect shot. Before you could pick up the last cup and remove the ball to drink it, Inui walked over and grabbed the cup for himself. “I’ll take this one off your hands.” You tilted your head. “Why? You won, it’s my punishment,” you inquired. “Little give and take. Let’s just say I’ve got some better ideas of how to punish you than making you drink yourself sick.” After throwing back the cup, he wiped your now nonexistent tears away and kissed your eyelids softly. “So worked up over such a silly thing…” He slinked behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pelvis pressing into your back. He leaned down and brushed any clothes or hair aside to work a hickey onto your skin, kissing your neck and up your face, stopping right next to your ear. He bit the shell of it before whispering, “Wanna bend over for me, pretty?”

— — ❤︎ Kakucho

Let’s just say that you did NOT plan on getting drunk at lunch with your darling Kaku today. You skipped breakfast, sure, but what the hell was in that margarita? You were bewildered as to how one drink could possibly put you on your ass. You were dizzy just sitting in the booth across from Kaku. “Y/n, you didn’t answer my question. Sweetheart, you okay?” He smiled softly at you, eyebrows knitting together out of concern as he reached for your hand. “Uh huh,” you replied slowly. “Should’ve thought about drinking on an empty stomach,” you sighed and squeezed his fingers. The sudden flash in your mind of having his thick hands wrapped around your throat made pleasure pool in your stomach. …Were you ovulating? You must be. First you get drunk off of one drink, now you’re lewding your boyfriend at a restaurant midday. You paused. Before you could even correct your mistake, Kakucho looked at you knowingly. You slowly realized you were clenching his hand hard, and loosened your grip. “Oh, sorry, baby…” The corner of his mouth crept upward, and he raised a brow. “Y/n… why don’t you try texting me what’s going on,” he suggested with a knowing smile. “While you’re at it, I’ll make arrangements for someone to pick us up from here.” You gave him a bewildered stare. “Why not have a little fun, um… day... drinking?” He smiled sheepishly as you giggled. Kaku was willing to take one for the team if it made you feel more comfortable. Besides, it’s not like you had plans outside of each other for the rest of today. You pulled out your phone and began rapid-fire texting him every horny thought that came to mind. 📱[Y/N❤️‍🔥: take me to thebathroom and bend me over the sink :: do I think the server would notice if I sucked your dick under the table :: can i test it out? :: hmph. fine but i need u to choke me in the car, ok?] Needless to say, the look on his face was priceless.

— — ❤︎ Sanzu Haruchiyo

The club. It was ridiculously dark in the room, you could hardly see flashes of Sanzu’s vibrant eyes and his wicked toothy grin in the pitiful blue and purple flashing lights. Somehow, the loud music contributed to your poor visibility and absolutely fueled the fire of lust and love you had for your boyfriend. All you could do is let yourself be consumed by him, fully taking in the feeling of his body against yours. Nobody could see you two making out on the dance floor, the two of you heavily intoxicated and tuned in to each other’s reactions: every touch and moan made your grip on reality slip. Haru backed you tight against the wall, his arms caging you in. Your spine arched deliciously into his chest. His breath hot on your neck, lips dangerously close to sinking into your skin, but he paused right there. He grabbed the side of your head firmly and pressed your cheek to his face, lips tickling your ear as he spoke over the music. “Could fuck you right here,” his voice is low, breathy, and dead serious. “Want to so bad, can I?” His free hand slips between your legs and up your dress… before you know it, his fingers are tapping against your panties, electricity jolting your cunt with each touch. “Uh huh, I don’t care, want you now, Haru,” you whined in his ear. A breathy laugh escaped him before kissing you roughly, his tongue swiping along your own. Sanzu pushed his hips firmly against yours, his feet lightly kicked at the inside of your ankles to make you spread your legs further apart. He aligned your body with his pelvis, effectively trapping you further against the wall. The kiss was broken to mark your neck as his hands hungrily grabbed one of your thighs and wrapped it around his waist, his lanky stature securing your position. You just knew your boyfriend was gonna fuck you so good, his demeanor borderline feral as he bared his pointy canines… it was like he wanted to stake his claim in front of everyone at the club--and you’d sure as hell let him.

— — ❤︎ Shiba Taiju [bar fight/violence WARNING]

There was no denying that your boyfriend was and probably always will be a little nuts, but you loved him for it. You are perched on a barstool, watching the madness unfold with blurry vision. The unfortunate sucker that flirted with you 3 minutes ago is getting his ass whooped by your beast of a boyfriend. You really tried to stop him, but Taiju made up his mind the second he saw that guy put his hands on you. Honestly, seeing him fight for you was as flattering as it was arousing--oops, you meant to think ‘terrifying’... probably. The stupid scumbag’s friend broke a beer bottle and threatened Taiju with it as you scrambled to your feet, backing towards the exit. To your relief, one swift swing of Taiju’s fist and the guy was out cold. Your boyfriend whipped around and stomped towards you, immediately throwing his arms around you protectively. “‘M taking us home.” He breathed, managing to escape the fight with only bruised knuckles and bloody eyebrow. God, he looked so hot. The two of you stumbled out the door. The moment you were out of sight from the people crowding the bar, you pulled him in a searing kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pressed your body against his. Taiju’s strong hands twitched on your waist. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt an intense yearning for you just then, the kiss ending all too quickly for him. “I’ll get us a ride,” you said softly. He blinked at you slowly, his wide amber eyes unreadable beneath his furrowed brow. “Mmh.” Was all he said. As you fiddled with your phone, Taiju’s head lowered to your neck, his forehead resting against your shoulder. He clutched the fabric of your clothes at your hips harshly, a ragged breath leaving his lips. “Give me your body.” His voice was barely a whisper. His lips met your neck passionately as his body enveloped yours. “Tai—,” you gasped when his teeth sunk into your skin. “Baby,” you moaned weakly, “our ride will be here in a minute, let’s get home and then,” you panted softly, “you can have whatever you wish.”

— — ❤︎ Kisaki Tetta

“Hi, my diamond. Enjoying the view?” You knew it was Kisaki by his euphonic tone before you felt his arms wrap around your waist. He pressed his body against your back and rested his chin on your shoulder, kissing your cheek before gazing out at the sea with you. “Yes! It’s beautiful, the water is so blue,” you exclaimed. It truly is one of the most beautiful views you’ve ever seen. Kisaki booked a vacation for the two of you: a cruise with a suite room so luxurious you would’ve mistaken it for a grand hotel room if not for the motion of the ship and sound of the waves. You’ve been his partner for years and somehow he outdoes himself every single anniversary. “Wanna have a drink with me?” He offered, planting another kiss to your face. “Sure!” You practically sang. Kisaki took your hand and led you from your private balcony to inside the suite. You almost fainted at the sight. Before you on the coffee table sat an ice bucket with pink champagne, strawberries, melted chocolate, whisky, soda, and a few of your favorite snack foods. “Happy anniversary, darling.” You immediately rushed to capture him in a giant hug, squeezing him tight and peppering kisses all along his face. “You really didn’t have to do all of this, my goodness. Thank you—thank you so much, Tetta. You really know how to make me feel special.” He smiled lovingly before you captured his lips in a heartfelt kiss. Kisaki poured you both a glass to start, you had a cute little toast, and then, you drank. It didn’t take long for the effects of the drinks to hit you. Between the high of the views, snack spread, and your handsome boyfriend... it’d be a fat lie to say you weren’t dying to get in his pants. “Tettaaa,” you whined. “Will you come cuddle me?” You asked climbing onto the bed. “Anything for you.” He said softly, his figure resting next to you on the mattress. One of the many things you loved about Kisaki was that he always dressed well. That, and his scent is intoxicating. You hummed and began unbuttoning his shirt. “Oh? I thought you wanted to cuddle?” Kisaki quirked a brow with a playful expression. “Maybe I just said that to get you into bed with me..?” You met his intense eyes and ran a hand along his chest, kissing him before he could respond. He pulled away gently, a slight snicker escaping him before adding, “Mm, well, I did say anything for you.”

— — ❤︎ Hanma Shuji

“wanna suck you off so bad, pleeeeaase baby your cock ‘s warm n you taste s’good, I want you in my mouth.” unbeknownst to you, the ‘whisper’ that left your lips could be heard by almost everyone in the room. Your friends gawked at you: some cackling, one mortified, others asking for someone else to repeat what you said because they missed it, and a few too stunned to speak. Hanma snorted at your comment, far too drunk, horny, and amused to be embarrassed. God he loved the shit you’d come up with when you drank together. “Yeah? ‘m going to smoke, wanna come?” His sharp golden eyes met yours, alluring grin beckoning you to join. “Mhmmmm,” you tugged at his arms as you stood up, pulling your boyfriend along with you. A few whistles and hollers rang out as you and Hanma stumbled out the door. Outside was surprisingly quiet. The distant sound of a few cars passing by was all you could hear. You walked down the stairs to the poorly-lit yard and backed him up against a large tree. The bark made indentions on your palms as you kissed Shuji with passion and desperation. You thought about asking for permission, but this time, you just wanted to go for it. He deepened the kiss hungrily, his tongue melting into your mouth. Hanma nipped at your bottom lip, trailed kisses down to your neck, and bit down roughly. He too was at a crossroads. Part of him wanted to throw you up against the tree and teach you a damn lesson, but a larger, needier part of him wanted to smoke… and watch you try to suck his dick while he did so. “God, won’t even give me a minute to breathe, let alone light a fuckin cigarette,” he slurred breathlessly. “Down, baby. Let me get this started and then you can have your way with me, hmm?♡.” He fished for his pack and lighter as you kissed down his body, your lips latching onto every inch of bare skin you could get, hands deliberately snaking under his clothes to feel as much of him as you could. “Fuckk, baby, you’re gonna ruin me…”

— — ❤︎ Shion Madarame

“GO GO GO GO—YEAAAAAHHHH ATTA BABYY!!!!” Shion belted as you chugged beer from a giant cooler. It was more liquid than you ever imagined could cram itself down your throat. You agreed to go to a frat party with him, of course, your sweet himbo boyfriend wanted to give the college partying lifestyle a shot. Liquor rushed to your stomach and your head at full speed, you swallowed your last gulp and hoped to goodness none of it would wind up coming back up. “HOLYYYY SHIT. Babe. You’re a goddamn legend.” As if he wasn’t already so whipped for you. “Yeah? s’all for you, daddy,” you slurred, feeling your knees buckle underneath you. Shion quickly moved to support your frame. “Oh fuck, baby, let’s get you layin’ down somewhere.” He helped you into the house and pulled you into an empty bedroom. “Here’s some water… y/n, you okay? I didn’t mean to come off as a dick-…ahh-” you pulled your boyfriend into a heated kiss on the bed. “I know, you didn’t. s’just beer, baby. I’m okay! I’ve taken more shots than beer I’ve had now before.” You smiled confidently. “…Huh? Wha-? Oh. I think I get it. You’re still drunk as fuck, doll. Wanna go home?” He peered into your eyes and cupped your face sweetly. “Uh-uh, lock the door. Come fuck me.” Shion’s face looked like he saw a ghost, or like his dreams were about to come true, or like a ghost appeared ready to make his dreams come true. “A-are you for real right now?” He asked, his voice wavering. You didn’t respond immediately, instead opting to pull him in to a sultry kiss, licking his tongue with your own, pulling away to bite on his bottom lip. “Oh, I’m for real.” You whispered, a handful of his hair clenched in your fist. Shion moaned breathily and hurried to go lock the bedroom door.

— — ❤︎ Tachibana Naoto

It was so dark tonight. You could only see two things: a faint red hue from the stoplight flooding into the car, and Naoto’s lap. Going out to dinner, you’d both usually have one drink or so, but this time, you talked your boyfriend into being your DD and got a little sloshed. He didn’t mind, though. He loved your raw confidence when liquor was added to your system. He’d get you back safe and take some shots when he got home, no sweat… right? “Fuuuck, baby, slow down,” he rasped, words mixing with moans catching in his throat. “I-isn’t this kinda dangerous?? We are only 5 minutes awAy-aaHh~” Naoto whined as you freed his cock from his slacks. “Nope. Want it now,” you stated flatly, hardly missing a moment before focusing on swallowing his dick. Your lips glided smoothly down his shaft, nose recklessly smashing into Naoto’s lap, his tip jutting against the back of your throat. You set a rigorous pace, hellbent on milking him and tasting his cum as quickly as you could. The light flicked to green. He moaned pitifully and tried his best to focus on driving, easing his foot off the pedal. He could lose control to you, but he would not under any circumstances lose control of the car. “Y/n, fuck,” he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled you back roughly. “Slow down. Just a little,” he begged, “…please.” You found Naoto’s feeble attempt to take some control back in this situation to be adorable. You love your boyfriend and you know he can take charge when he means it, but you also know when he’s enjoying being at the mercy of your power. You moaned in response and licked the tip of his cock slowly, stroking the base with your free hand. “Mmh, just wait until I get you home,” Naoto lamented breathlessly.

— — ❤︎ Wakasa Imaushi [rough WARNING]

“Shhhh, shh shh,” Wakasa shushed you softly from underneath your skirt. “Just wanna taste,” he whispered, breath tickling your thighs. Waka had been an absolute menace at the bar all night: kissing your neck, slipping his hands under your skirt, teasing your pussy as you sat on a barstool in a puddle of slick, devouring you with his bedroom eyes as you took another shot together. And to make matters worse, the more he drank, the more bold he became. As if he wasn’t already too much to handle sober. He was so fucking smooth, too, nobody suspected a thing. Waka pretended to be a nonchalant, good boyfriend, helping his wasted babygirl get to the bathroom safely. In reality, he was an animal ready to sink his teeth into you. He made a soaking, shaking mess of you, teasing you to the point of having jelly legs, and lured you to the bathroom so he could continue to torment his prey. “Waka, you’re so cruel,” you whined, tears pricking your eyes. “I don’t want you to tease me, I want you to fuck me, damn it,” you choked, trying to be firm and not to let any frustrated tears slip out. “Come again?” Imaushi pulled away from your legs to look you in the eyes. His stare was beyond intimidating, it was narrow and threatening. You blinked several times. “I said I wanted you to fuck me,” you replied cautiously. “Oh, baby, you should’ve said so sooner if that’s what you wanted.” He cooed, his voice sugary sweet, a little too sweet for your comfort. “But baby, you should be careful what you wish for.” In what seemed to an inebriated you as one swift motion, he stood up, snatched both your wrists in one hand, spun you around and pushed your chest against the bathroom counter.

— — ❤︎ Sano Shinichiro

“More,” you panted heavily. “’K, hurry up ‘n get this off,” Shinichiro slipped his hand underneath your cropped cardigan, half-yanking the sheer material to the side to plant a hickey on the top of your breast. You hastily untied the top and slipped it off your shoulders to give him a full view of your tits in your tight dress. Your hips circled his lap, desperately grinding against him. The windows of the car began to steam up as your body temperatures rose. The two of you went bar hopping and ended up too drunk to drive home. While you waited for a friend to pick you up, things got more than a little heated in the back seat. “Fuck...” his chest heaved against yours, dexterous hands gliding up your back to unzip your dress. As soon as the zipper was down, Shinichiro’s hands snaked under the bottom of the fabric, giving your ass a firm slap before hooking his fingers under your lace panties and sliding them down your thighs. “Mmh, such a perv, Shin,” you moaned, momentarily shifting to the side to get the lacy garment off one leg. “Yeah? I’m not the one desperate to get fucked-” “Shut up, you want it just as bad,” you rebutted, the both of you drunkenly giggling as you climbed back on top of him, engaging in another slutty kiss. Your hands began to undo his belt as his fingers tugged your dress and bra down to expose your chest. He bit your nipple teasingly, wandering touch disappearing under your dress to grope your thigh and play with your clit. “God, you are wet,” he groaned into your chest, long, slender fingers easily sliding into your warm cunt. “S-Shin-!” you whined, “-can’t get it... off,” you huffed between moans and tugged at his pants helplessly. “Hang on. Busy.” He purred near your ear, lips latching onto your neck while he pressed deeper inside you.

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Pairing: Clive Rosfield/Reader (AFAB, female pronouns. no Y/N) Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors DNI Word Count: 1.9k words Summary: After Clive returns from another mission battered and bruised you finally give him a piece of your mind. He doesn't take too kindly to your words. Read on AO3! Warnings: Dom! Clive, angry sex, elements of degradation, p in v actions, unprotected sex, fluff (if you squint) Author's Note: Hey y'all, the world was sorely lacking in Clive fics, so I'm doing my part to change that. I love this depressed man and his slutty little waist too much to NOT write for him. Spoilers for a certain character's death, so if you haven't gotten that far, don't read ahead. Update: There's a sequel now!

You’re not surprised you ended up like this, quite the opposite in fact. Clive Rosfield, also known as Cid, your faithful leader and the very symbol of hope to every lost soul who found their way under his wing. A beacon to guide them towards a better life, and to change the world for the better. The very same leader who regularly risked his life for the greater good, much to your dismay, without so much as any concern to himself.

He was already somewhat of an errand boy when you had first met him, but after Cid died it grew tenfold. The hideaway, the resistance, the increase of bearer violence, it was all too much. He told you as much after you found him one night drinking alone in his room, a hushed confession under the cover of night that without you he wouldn’t have made it this far and you’d be a liar if the memory didn’t make you feel some kind of way. Despite that, he kept on shouldering more and more responsibility, to the point that it was commonplace to have him leave for days on end, returning one day only to be gone the next. It was concerning to the other residents, but most of all to you.

You admired his efforts, truly. It was noble, but eventually it would catch up to him. You tried to tell him as much, but he would just wave you away and reassure you that he can handle himself.

You’ve seen him fight, you’re well aware of his talents with a blade, but all the training in the world can’t substitute a good night's rest. What happens if he worked himself to death, found himself behind enemy lines and never returned?

You couldn’t stand to think about it. You worried about him, and in your worry you found yourself growing resentful of his apparent ignorance towards his own well-being. But you held your tongue, forced to keep your emotions to yourself because if nothing else, having him worry about you would only serve to be another item on his long list of responsibilities. You tried, you really did. And then he came back from a mission beaten to hell. Tarja, talented as she was, only barely brought him back from the brink. He was in bed rest for weeks before he was allowed to leave, and in that time your resentment grew to anger. Was it immature? Yes. Did you care? Not particularly. Your attitude change was obvious to anyone in the Hideaway, most of all to Clive, but he figured you were just in a mood, maybe something had happened while he was recovering. In any case, you two were close, you would tell him eventually. It was only after he returned from his latest life-threatening mission that he realized that you were mad at him. Again, you tried to hold yourself back, but when you saw how ignorant he was you couldn’t take it anymore. Words were said, some of which came from a place of genuine care. The others, however… “You’re an idiot if you think I’m going to stand by and watch you kill yourself—” You hissed at him, pacing around the floor of his office. It was there the two of you stood, a back and forth with no end. “I need to carry on his name, his legacy—” He raises his voice before stopping himself to take a shaky breath. “I need to live up to his dream. Don’t you understand that?” “Oh I understand plenty,” You fume. You’re not quite sure where this malice came from, but it was all consuming, ever burning. “Don’t you know that I—we need you here? Alive?” He shakes his head and he says something about his duty and his obligations and you’re completely over it, obviously anything you say is going in one ear and out the other. “Do you think Cid would want you to work yourself to death?” You ask, concern written on your face. “Do you think he’d be proud to see you take no care to yourself?” He doesn’t even look at you anymore, his head bowed. “If it’s for the good of the cause—” You interrupt him before he can say another word. “If you genuinely believe that then you’ll end up dead, and his sacrifice would’ve been for nothing.” The silence that follows is deafening. His footsteps ring heavy in your ears, moving closer and closer. “What did you just say?” The anger in his voice is apparent. You’ve never seen him like this before, a rage normally reserved for his enemies directed towards you.

You probably should’ve stopped, but you didn’t. “I said, if you truly believe that then you’re wasting the chance Cid gave you.” You look up at him unwavering, consequences be damned. He needed to hear this. Clive stood unmoving, an unknown emotion swirling in those vibrant blue eyes of his. “Be careful of what you say next.” And then it broke. The dam holding everything you held back before shattering into pieces and before you knew it you were awash with emotion. “You’re a bastard Clive, if you truly can’t see how you’re hurting the people around you by acting like a complete fucking idiot, then you don’t deserve his legacy or his name.” You wanted him to get mad, wanted him to feel the way you’ve felt for a while now. What happens next is a blur, limbs entangled and skin exposed, but based on how fast the front of your body met the desk, you met your goal. “Couldn’t just keep your mouth shut, fuck—,” He hisses above you, but you’re too far gone to care. You have been for a while, too lost in the feeling of his hands against your hips, his cock dragging against you deliciously. “Just had to keep testing me—” It’s almost embarrassing how easily you let him have his way with you. Your body completely under his control, every gasp of his name only serving to feed his ego, encouraging him to go faster, harder, more, more, more—

“Clive—!” “That’s right, say my fucking name—” If the squeaking of the old wooden desk he’s taken you on wasn’t already a sign of what was happening in the room, the shameless moans escaping your lips would be. “Let the entire hideaway know whose cock you’re begging for.”

You do, without any thought to how loud you may be.

The force of his thrusts are brutal against your backside, your body aching and yet you can’t stop moving, desperately trying to meet his every thrust. It’s hopeless, but he seems to enjoy your attempts at least, a wicked chuckle escaping him as he watches your body move on his own. “Is this what you wanted, hm? To be used like a pleasure girl?” His body is pressed against your back now, the full weight of him blanketed against you. Your breath catches in your throat, his lips whispering absolute filth into your ear. “Upset you couldn’t have me all to yourself? Don’t worry, I’m right here.” His tone is cruel, mocking. “I’ll make sure you never have to worry again.”

He doesn’t stop moving, how could he when you sound absolutely debauched below him, a picture perfect image of sin to be molded by his own hands. He fucks you just as he fights, ferocious, unyielding, unrelenting, finding every single one of your weaknesses and taking advantage of them until you cry out that it’s too much, that you can’t take it, and doesn’t give you a moment of reprieve. A glutton of your own making. He laughs, a sound so far separated from his normal self that you almost don’t recognize it as him. “Come now darling, you were ready to spit venom at me before, where’s all that fire gone?” He breathes unevenly, a hand moving to push your head further down. He’s taunting you, dangling your own shameful display in front of your very eyes. Even if you wanted to respond you couldn’t, the sound of your hips meeting, echoing through the room proved answer enough. “Clive—fuck—please ‘m sorry—” Your body is racked with shudders, whimpering when he runs a single hand down your spine, forcing you to arch even further and have him reach that spot inside you that has you seeing stars. “What was that? I don’t think I quite heard you.” He sneers from above. You mumble into the desk, unable to bring your head up to speak. “I’m sorry, please, can’t take it, too much, pleasepleaseplease—”

A hand around your throat silences you, his lips grazing against your ear once more. “Oh no, I don’t believe that for a second.”

He lets you go, only for that same hand to grab your face, fingers pressing against your cheeks. He forces your tear-rimmed eyes to gaze at him from below, a contrast to the sinister look in his own. “Can’t take it? Too much? I don’t think that’s true—” Another hard thrust has you keening, back arching, a fog of lust clouding your brain. “—I think you’re going to take everything I give and more.” He’s right of course, and you do, graciously. Your legs threaten to give out, shaking, barely holding on, and in an act of mercy he grabs your weakened limbs with a strong hand. Practically a rag doll at this point, he lays you onto the desk, legs wrapped around his body to bring him as close as possible. You can see him in this position, see the way his brows crease and furrow every time you clench onto his cock, the pleased grin that lingers when you grab onto his arms, seeking purchase. It’s filthy. Clive doesn’t think he’s seen anything more beautiful.

To watch his advisor fall apart at his hands, to drown in waves of pleasure begging for more, please, I need more—

It’s addicting, sadistic in ways he never thought himself capable of. He can’t get enough. A painful dance of give and take. He gives pleasure and takes your very sanity with it. He takes and takes until you’ve nothing left to give, until you’re a writhing mess of slurred words and half-mumbled promises. He can barely understand you at this point, your mind far away, but he doesn’t need to. He can understand your body well enough. “Clive, please—” You gasp, nails dragging deliciously against his back. You don’t have to speak, he knows what you want before you do. Without another second of hesitation his fingers move vigorously against your sensitive nub, and if he thought you were gone before the feeling of his deft hands working against your sex send you to new heights. The choked noise that escapes you is downright heavenly. “Gods above—!”

He’d be flattered if he wasn’t so busy fucking you into next week. Sweat clings onto your skin, and for a moment he conjures up an image of an angel, the sheen highlighting you in such a way you almost seem to glow. And then he watches your eyes roll, feels your pussy clench against his cock and you fall over the edge with his name on your lips like a prayer, and thinks to himself that you’re more of a devil than a saint. Your breathing is ragged, completely spent, nearly delirious with desire.

But nearly is not enough for him.

So his hips still grind against you, and you’re far too weak to resist him, not that you would have in the first place. A give and take, and Clive was always a little greedy.

“We’re not done yet, my dear. Not by a long shot.”

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♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ࿓ you have the perfect way of paying for your recent tattoo

♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ࿓ tattoo artist!souya kawata x gn!reader

♡ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ࿓ hard/soft dom!souya, mentions of tattoos and needles, unestablished relationship, oral (giving), throat fucking, degradation, slut shaming, jealousy, hints of softness

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𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐍𝐀𝐇𝐎𝐘𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐈𝐍𝐊. the two of you had this… arrangement that worked out for both of you. unfortunately nahoya was pretty booked up as of recently. normally you would have waited until he could slip you in for an appointment but you were itching for the needle NOW.

that’s when nahoya suggested you try seeing if his twin brother had any openings. you’ve seen souya in the kawata’s studio from time to time when you came to see nahoya. your interpretation of him was that he was cute but much quieter than his sibling. however, even if he was a man of few words you liked his portfolio. so in the end you gave him a shot.

luckily for you souya had a cancellation so he was able to fit you into his schedule. the day of the tattoo things went well. souya seemed to be a fan of your design and the artist changes he did made were ones that you could get behind. there wasn’t much of a conversation when he finally started working on your skin. actually, it felt like souya was avoiding your gaze. it made you think… maybe nahoya told him about the deal the pair of you had.

you didn’t find out whether this was true or not until souya finished. “you like it?” he asked, cleaning his supplies as you admired your new body art in the mirror. you spin around and shoot him a big smile before nodding your head. souya, whose face was usually set to a permanent scowl, manages to send you a little grin. “glad to hear it”.

pulling off his plastic gloves, souya stands up from where he was sitting. he’s about to tell you that you can head to the front desk to work out payment but before he can you’re already slipping out of his black tattooing chair. next thing souya knows you’re kneeling down in front of him and fumbling with his belt. “woah, what are you doing?” he asks, reflexively grabbing your wrist as a blush spreads across his cheeks.

“huh?” you look at him, genuinely appearing confused. “didn’t nahoya tell you? this is how i always pay”. souya blinks at you dumbly. no he wasn’t told about this. no way you were implying what he thought you were. “c’mon, promise it’ll be worth it” you coo, earning a squeak from souya as you palm his bulge. “wonder if you’re as big as your brother…”.

oh no, you were definitely suggesting what he thought you were. in a panic, souya tries to tell you to stop but no words seem to come out. the guy who’s tattooed his own sleeve without flinching was now shaking as you finally unclasped the leather strap that held up his pants. damn it, what kind of mess did nahoya get him into.

“y-you don’t have to do that” souya stutters, finding his voice. “cash is fine”.

immediately you pout. “but… i didn’t bring money with me”.

souya sighs, running a hand down his face. this was really how it was going to be, huh? he was less worried about how good the head would be if he said yes to this and more so anxious about someone walking in. then again… the door to his personal studio was shut and it was nearly closing time. with the threat of being caught gone, what was the real harm?

“f-fine” he eventually agrees. he’s too embarrassed to meet your eyes so he turns his head. “just…. we have to be quick”.

you nod a little too eagerly before you go back to tugging souya’s cock out of his boxers. holy shit, your mouth starts watering the second you lay eyes on it. it’s a monster just like nahoya’s dick although there are little differences. souya’s is a bit more well groomed and his tip is much cuter. so cute that you can’t stop your tongue from sticking out to kitten lick the pretty pink head.

souya’s flushed face only gets worse when he whimpers. he has to bring a hand up to cover his face to feel less ashamed. the worst part is that you haven’t even taken him into your mouth yet. eventually souya has to whine for you to stop teasing.

eyes flickering up to meet his, you send souya a playful smirk. “you’re so cute. nahoya never lets me tease him. usually he just fucks my throat”.

there’s a shift in souya’s demeanor then. you have no way of knowing but jealousy starts to burn in his chest. when you first walked in for your appointment souya’s heart nearly stopped. you were so attractive that he had to avoid eye contact with you as he worked on your tattoo. he was actually feeling guilty for thinking about a client in that way but now the truth was out. you were a little whore who sucked none other than his twin dick to get what you wanted.

that fire in his chest rises until all souya wants to do is ruin you. the hand that was used to keep his blush from your view flies down and grabs your head. that smug attitude of yours disappears in an instant. the speed in which souya’s expression turns into a glare causes a shiver to run up your spine. he looks like a devil right now. it’s so hot.

“oh that’s how you like it, huh? you liked getting treated like a slut” souya growls, guiding his girth toward your lips. “fine. then that’s what i’ll do. cut the shit and open up”.

doing as you were ordered, you allow your jaw to drop. the moment he has access souya is shoving the entirety of his cock into your mouth. if you weren’t already choking you certainly were when souya, who still had control of the back of your head, pushes you even further until his pubes are almost tickling your nostrils.

you’re desperately breathing through your nose as souya relishes in the feeling of your warmth. he has to remain still for a moment out of fear that he’ll cum immediately. once he’s collected himself, souya starts thrusting his hips, acting as if your mouth was any other hole.

his curses ring in your ears as souya’s cock hits the back of your throat over and over. being reduced to nothing but a sex toy has you getting excited. so much so you start humping souya’s leg like a bitch in heat. witnessing your neediness only makes souya degrade you more.

“f-fucking slut. you’re really getting off to this. i’m supposed to be the one getting rewarded for my hard work, not you” he groans. “don’t forget your place. you’re my personal cumdump and that’s it”.

all you can manage to do in reply is gag. although you couldn’t have given him a better response. the noises you were making on top of the drool slipping down your chin was making souya’s ball tighten. you were no doubt cute before but seeing you such a mess had him on the brink of spilling his seed into your tummy.

“gonna cum” souya warns you in between grunts. “and you’re gonna swallow every last drop. there better not be any left”.

if you had the ability to nod your head but you figure souya can sense your obedience. after a few more bobs of your head it happens. ropes of cum spill from souya’s cock and down your throat. you gulp it down just like any other meal. you drink his release so well that, by the time he pulls out, you’re able to part your lips and stick your tongue out to show that you completed your task. it takes everything in souya not to get hard again over how effectively you followed his command.

with his chest heaving up and down, souya takes in the state of you as he comes down from his high. there’s still spit and your own tears staining your face and your eyes are so glossed over that he swears you might pass out. that’s when he becomes soft again.

“i’m sorry. i went a little overboard” souya apologizes, tucking himself back into his pants before searching for something to wipe your face with. to his surprise, you don’t seem bothered when he ultimately returns to you with a cloth. actually, you give him a smile as he starts cleaning your cheeks. damn… you were too cute for your own good.

you must have been thinking the same thing based on what you say next. “you’re adorable” you giggle “and exactly my type too. me and nahoya get along well but do you want to be my main tattoo artist from now on?”.

the question throws him off balance. again, he’s rendered an awkward mess. “i-if i say yes am i going to always get paid with sex?”.

“yup!” you chirp shamelessly.

sighing, souya tosses the tag aside when he’s done with it. “on two conditions” he says seriously, pulling on your bottom lip with his thumb. “no fucking anyone else. especially not my brother”.

initially you start pouting but when you notice the possessive glint in his eye, it makes you feel special. so in the end you agree to this term. “good. secondly, you let me make you feel good right now”.

you raise an eyebrow in surprise but before you know it, souya’s picking up. he’s stronger than you thought, that’s what you think as he takes you to the nearest surface that he can bend you over. “you know the whole point of this was for me to make YOU feel good. that’s how this exchange works” you remind him although deep down you’re all too eager.

“yeah maybe but that’s not my style” souya hums. “𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈’𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊”.

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getoswhore · 2 years

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security guard! f! reader... security guard! f! reader...

he’d grip the perk of your ass with a full, cruel, and tight grasp — nice and firm, squeezing the soft mound of flesh between his fingers and slightly tugging, jiggling it in his hold. his cadged sanity would even float off into solace as he feels around you; all ten lithe fingers wondering around the curve of your hips and down to your plush sides; relishing the every inch and feel of you — of a woman, once again, after years of only sitting behind steel bars of nothing but dust and endless paved cement... you'd even let him play around between your legs, letting the starved man fumble with his brightly orange coveralls till his pretty cock bobbed out; watching how it pearls with pooling pre and throb with an aching need, even giggling on about how he eagerly pokes himself the best he could through the gap of the cells metal bars... but you'd let him, you'd let him fuck himself between your thighs, and let him rock his hips the best he could to gain enough sweet friction for a high he hasn't felt in years... he'd almost cry out too — groaning with breathy shakes of air as the crown of his flush cock rubs harder and faster between your shifting thighs, trying, trying so hard to feel your pussy through your formal pants... it's so cute too, hearing the “cruel inmate” whimpering behind you, even feeling how antsy his hands begin to get around your hips as he gets close...

time skip — KAZUTORA, ran, hanma, draken, RINDOU, KISAKI, izana, sanzu, SOUYA, akashi, MIKEY, taiju.

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bebe-writes-stuff · 8 months

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Damn, you felt sore. Almost every part of your body ached. Last thing you remembered was, you were behind the school because you've received a note to meet someone there, just like the many you got like every other week. It's always the same corny love confession, and you always respond with the same answer,

"Oh, I already have a lover. Thanks for the thought though." You say and walk away.

But this time, it was something you never would've expected. It was a girl this time but that wasn't the new part, you've had even girls confess to you. It was she started talking about,

"You just think you can do whatever you fucking want just because you're pretty." She said in a spiteful tone,

You grimaced knowing what type of girl she already was. She was a bitch, not the good kind. She was green with envy of any girl who tried to outshine her. You snickered,

"You think I'm pretty, why thank you <3." You dropped the smug remark, rolling your eyes playfully.

You started walking away, not wanting to waste your time with some girl who has nothing to do then shit on other women who are living their lives. Jealousy really is a disease, and an ugly one. But suddenly you stopped in your tracks when she shouted,

"YOU THINK YOU COULD JUST STEAL HIM AWAY FROM ME, YOU BITCH!"

Turning to her, annoyance bubbling up inside you as you spat back at her,

"What the hell are you talking about, steal who?

"HARUKI SENPAI, YOU SEDUCED HIM!"

She saw your furrowed eyebrow and crooked smile, before you burst out laughing, hugging your stomach,

"PFFT, BAHAHA! OH MY GOSH, REALLY!? THAT UGLY GUY CONFESSED TO ME."

Taking a deep breath before wiping the small tears in the corners of your eyes,

"Okay, so you're yelling at me because your man-wait no- CRUSH asked me out. Sounds like you should keep him in check rather than attacking me. You know, that's a really bitchy move. There's a special place in hell for insecure hoes like you who put down other women."

You felt bad for her, she was trying so hard for this guy's attention to the point of coming at other girls. That's so...pathetic. You saw how her malice expression faded into a sadistic smile, then you caught the sound of a twig snapping behind you. You gasped at the realization, turning halfway when you felt the sharp pain in the side of your head. One of her friends had snuck up on you then at the moment you put your guard down, she struck you with a metal pipe.

RIP my man...Shinichiro

You weren't sure how long you've been knocked out for, but once you woke up it was night time. And you were met with two afros you were oh-too-familiar with.

"Hey Souya, it's alright. She's opening her eyes, there's no need to cry." His older brother, Nahoya, tried to comfort him.

Souya hasn't stopped crying ever since they got the first glance of your almost lifeless body on the floor. He never ran so fast to check up on somebody, pulling you into his arms and light shaking you to wake up. Begging you to.

"Hey Soso, baby, you're kinda squeezing the life out of my ass right now." You managed to gasp out,

He quickly let you go but both of his hand were still on your shoulder,

"Who...who did this Y/n. I'll fucking kill-" He started, his voice dripped with malice and rage.

Tears were running down his face, Nahoya had warned you about Angry's tears. No matter what, don't make him cry. You cupped his face, catching him off guard. You took a good look at him before gently wiping his tears away and leaning in and kissing his wet cheeks, You giggled a little at the small blush that became visible on his now hot cheeks. He was such a kind soul. He was one of the rare people who truly had a good heart. You weren't sure how hard you fell for him until now.

"Why are you crying dummy, I am literally right here in your arms."

You feel relieved once you see his tears stop running like a speeding river. You continued by kissing his hands,

"I told you before, your tears are precious to me, baby. Mm, I love you so much." You whispered, your voice sugarcoated as you pulled him into your arms, holding him lovingly.

He sniffed and struggled to talk because of his constant gasps,

"Shh, it's gonna be alright. Just listen to my voice. Take a deep breath, angel. Yeah, that's it. Are you calm now?" You whispered near his ear, rubbing his back and gently caressed his hair.

He nodded,

"I-I tried, I really did! But you were hurt and bleeding!"

"I know, baby. I know, and it's okay. I'd never ever blame you, love. Also c'mon, I bleed like every month. I think I can handle this." You joked,

You heard his muffled laugh when he had his face rested in the crook of your neck.

You were too focused on Souya, notice the way Nahoya took the hint and left you two to the comfort of your own presence.

...

The walk home to patch you up was sweet. Souya offered (demanded) to carry you all the way to your house. It was relaxing, he smelled nice, and he was warm. You wrapped your arms around his neck getting more comfortable when you pulled him closer resting your head on his shoulder.

"Souyaaaaaaa, I love youuuu. You're so sweet and make me so happy." You whispered, dragging out some of your words.

He was glad you weren't looking at him. You would tease the freak out of him if you saw the way he blushed hard at your harmonious voice. You raised your head, facing him. You snicker at his flushed face,

"You're so cute when you blush." You purr, biting your lower lip a little.

You moved your face closer to his, brushing your lips against his. It was a deep and affectionate kiss. You lost yourself in his warmth, treasuring the sensual moment. Pulling away to take a shaky breath. You sunk back into his arms, a smile tugged on your swollen lips, and let your eyes rest, getting sleepy.

After a moment you heard a small chuckle. You open one of your eyes, staring up at him,

"Hmm, what's up?

"I just remember talking with my brother about something."

"Oooh, tell me! Tell me!"

"He said you were a lot like a tootsie pop."

"The sucker. pfft-why?"

"You always act so tough on the outside but you're really such a softie."

You got flustered and a tad bit angry,

"dammit Nahoya, I'll shove my foot up your ass next time I see."

Ate a whole bag of tootsie pops while writing this

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reallyromealone · 8 months

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Hi can you do Angry and Diluc for the NSFW event with C,D,I,N,Y please?

241 bb

ANGRY

C🍬 Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Souya was fascinated as he looked at his boyfriend, face covered in sticky cum and without breaking eye contact began wiping it off with his finger and licking it, (name) already erect as he watched Souya lick his salty cum.

D🍬Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Souya hummed as he got ready for the day, going commando in hopes that his boyfriend would bend him over or he would take him in the bathroom though (name) never did.

I🍬Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Souya was teary eyed as he fucked himself on (name)s cock, (name) whispering sweet nothings and praising him on how well he was taking him as the lights were dimmed in their apartment, all that mattered was them "god I love you" (name) tender and warm, making sure Souya knew how much he loved him.

N🍬No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Souya wasn't expecting the conversation with his friends to go to this direction but here he was.

"Absolutely fucking not" Souya said simply when Chifuyu mentioned a threesome, Souya didn't share.

"What happens in our bedroom stays in our bedroom and is between (name) and myself"

Even worse was when someone commented about a threesome with him, (name) and Nahoya, the concept of his dick being remotely near his brothers made him nauseous.

Y🍬 Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

"So how often do you two ya know...?" A friend asked and (name) was unphased as the conversation was about sex afterall"maybe twice a week, though more when we aren't busy"

That was a lie, Souya didn't say anything as the two loved lying about their sex life to people because frankly it wasn't anyone's business to know the exact details also because they would be horrified at how often they did it.

What could (name) say? Souya was insatiable.

DILUC

C🍬 Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

"Sweet..." (name) mumbled as he licked the cum off the others cock, on his knees under Dilucs desk, cum already leaking out of his poor abused ass as Diluc used him anyway he wanted and covered him with cum the way he liked (name) to look.

D🍬Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Many times has Diluc fantasized about bending (name) over and fucking him stupid, showing everyone who he belonged to.

Especially when Kaeya was chatting (name) up.

The blue haired flirt constantly trying to get with (name) and it infuriated him.

Maybe one day...

I🍬Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It was late as Diluc pounded into (name), all the annoyances and stress of the day washed away as he fucked his lover stupid, (name) shaking as he had another orgasm.

"Gimme another baby... Come one be good" Diluc urged as (name) drooled and let Diluc manhandle him.

"Good boy..."

N🍬No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Though the concept of fucking (name) infront of people sat in Dilucs dreams, the actual aspect of doing it made his dick go soft almost instantly.

Those expressions...

Only he got to see them.

Y🍬 Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Though the concept of constant sex was nice, Diluc had to admit something.

He had the sex drive a rock.

He didn't have the time nor did (name), the two often tired by the end of the night and Diluc reading him books as they fell asleep.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #male reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x male reader #x male reader #angry x male reader #angry x reader #diluc x male reader #diluc x reader #angry smut #diluc smut

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kazuwhora · 2 years

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— PLASTIC OFF THE SOFA

⨳ WARNINGS. 18+, fem!reader, somnophilia, creampie, and some soft sweetness <3

⨳ WORD COUNT. 2k+

⨳ NOTE. commission for the lovely @sohya <3 thank u for being so patient as I get settled in my new place and new life! I’ll be slowly chipping at the rest of my commissions, but for now pls be kind this is the first thing ive written in almost three months <3

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄 and the hum of a fan that fills the space around you— the pillowy air is thick, but the relief of the gentle wind is enough to make you sigh as you prop your feet up on the coffee table and lay back against the cushions of the sofa. your job has taken every ounce of energy from you— the summer heat at its heels lapping up whatever is left behind, and you feel like your body could melt into the fabric at the mere thought of getting up. even the click of the lock and the creak of the door across the room isn’t enough to excite you, but you watch as ruffles of curly blue hair turn the corner with a quiet sigh to match.

souya’s face is dim, filtered by the soft light of the room as he drops his bags and immediately sheds the apron from his waist and the bandana from his hair. you’ve always loved the way his hair falls in front of his face after a long day at work, or the way his eyes tend to hide behind the baby blue strands as the exhaustion begins to set into his skin.

he’s not one for talking— especially not when the weight of the air feels like it could crush his throat, but the heat has never kept him from curling up beside you as he rests his head against your shoulder with a sigh.

“hi baby” you hum, running a hand through his hair as he softens against your body.

souya barely mumbles back, too tired from the world around him to choke out more than a quiet “hmmm” as if to say hi in his own form of words. so instead, his hands snake around your waist, gripping the fabric of your shirt as he nuzzles himself into your neck.

as much as you’ve always been head over heels for your boyfriend, there’s no denying his clinginess that comes in overwhelming waves the more time he spends away from you. even at work, with the restaurant being less than a few blocks away, he’ll beg you to come for lunch just to sit with him on his break so he can enjoy your company. it’s almost become the punchline of a joke among the restaurant— nahoya spitting taunts and teases every time you slip through the door and show yourself to the bar, and souya grumbling to himself each time like clockwork until he sees your smiling face waiting just for him.

but even so, souya is still clingy. he still finds himself yearning to be home, where he can lose himself in the comfort of your arms with the murmur of the tv drowning out the noise in his head. he still finds himself desperate for your touch, never able to fulfill the desire to be closer and closer to you, until you have to peel him away from your body like a t-shirt.

but souya doesn’t move.

he doesn’t move, even when you peek past the strands of hair shading his eyes and poke the side of his face with inquisition. his eyes stay shut, body only shifting every so often as he melts into the sofa and gives himself up to his sleep.

and now, you’re bored.

you find yourself passing the time with his hair tangled in your fingers, leaving tiny braids sprinkled across his locks built from boredom and idle hands. he’s always found your touch soothing— lulling him nearly to sleep as you gently comb through strands of curls, breaking them apart into a frizzy messes the more he relaxes against your chest. he mumbles under his breath every so often, enough to make you part his hair once again to make sure he hasn’t woken up. but each time, his eyelids only flutter, and his face twitches as the strands of hair tickle his skin, and each time you can only sigh, and give in to your boredom by admiring the sweetness of his rest instead.

angelic isn’t ethereal enough to describe the aura that surrounds souya like this, though it’s enough to make you want to corrupt him all the same. it seems the longer you stare at him— the longer you watch his eyes flicker and twitch as he dozes, the further your hand travels down his body. it starts at his chest, moving with the rise and fall of his breaths, trailing down his torso and dancing between his abs until your fingers reach the waistband of his shorts and they can’t help but slip beneath it as his breaths grow more erratic by the second.

you watch his brows furrow as your fingers wrap around his cock. he’s asleep, you think, but he’s already hard and twitching in your grasp. you can’t help but think about the tiny moans that might slip from his lips if you moved just a little faster— the tiny desperate gasps that make him tremble the more and more you work him, and your head starts to spin at the thought alone.

there’s a heat that pools in your core now, one that you can’t deny as you press your thighs together and squeeze your palm around his cock. souya stirs only for a second, shifting slightly in his sleep as you take his shift of weight as your opportunity to climb onto his lap from beside him. you don’t give his body time to process as you slip his shorts to his thighs, exposing his aching cock to your body as you grind yourself down against him.

his eyes stay shut, but whether he’s awake or not you couldn’t care less. the warmth of his cock spreads across your skin like wildfire, and resistance has never been your best quality.

“fuck” you curse, as you sink yourself down on his cock that twitches and throbs inside you the more he stretches your walls.

you can’t help but dig your nails into his chest as you ease yourself all the way down, letting your hips stutter and tremble as his cock reaches deeper and deeper inside you. watching his eyelids flutter and move as you roll your hips is reward enough— but you cant help that you want more.

the deeper your nails dig, the more you move, hips rolling against him as you try your best to move at a pace soft enough not to wake him, but deep enough to stack the tension at your core.

but souya just feels too good. his cock presses against your sweet spot just enough to leave you desperate for more. satisfying yourself has never been a problem, but there’s nothing you want more than to feel his desperation fill you up as you push him to his limits beneath you.

you can’t help it— it’s just not enough.

“s-souya” you whine, catching the moan that follows between your lips as you press your forehead against his. your lips hover over him as your arms wrap around his neck, pushing him deeper inside you until he can’t help but lazily open his eyes as your cunt clenches around his cock.

“h-hi baby” he whispers, taking a second to grasp his surroundings as his eyes scan your body on top of him.

the realization hits as fast as his pleasure does, and the hair shading his face masks his eyes that nearly roll back in his head as his hands grip your hips in an attempt to stabilize himself.

“fuck I—” he stutters, trying his best to hold back moans that slip out in tiny broken hums.

you stop him before he can finish, lips pressed against his in a messy kiss that makes his hips buck the more you steal his breath away.

“please…” you whisper, with desperation tinting your voice as your eyes speak the rest of your begs for you.

souya knows what you want— he doesn’t need you to say it, and he cant help but dig his nails into your hips as he fucks himself up into you. bliss coats your body the harder he fucks you— it overwhelms you and collapses your body against him as the drag of his cock pulls moans and whimpers from your mouth with every thrust.

he can’t hold himself back when the pulse of your cunt sucks him in deeper and deeper til he can barely move. there’s a low groan that resonates in his chest as his hips slow, rolling your body against him in deep motions as he collects himself and tries his best to keep it together.

“can’t— c-can’t move if y’keep doin’ that princess” he whispers, voice nearly breaking as he throws his head back and lifts your body just enough for you to whine at the emptiness of your cunt with his cock teasing your clit. “p-please baby I—”

“wanna cum” you cut him off with a whimper, pouting as he stares back at you with glossy eyes.

your words are enough to ignite a fire in his chest, and desperation floods his body as he slams your body down on his cock with a force you’ve never quite felt from him before.

your eyes go wide with shock— the pressure of his cock inside you, the speed that his hips thrust up into you, it’s all too much. your head spins the faster and faster he moves, frantically reaching for your high as he pushes you closer and closer while whimpers and moans fall from his lips and dissipate into the air between you. your grip on reality starts to slip, and all you can do is beg for him—beg for his cock as he fucks you with everything he’s got, until your body starts to crumble in his grip and your vision clouds as his cock tips you over the edge of your pleasure.

souya whimpers as your cunt clenches around him tighter and tighter with every sob you manage to choke out. you’ve never felt like this before— so out of control, so overwhelmed by your senses and the press of his cock against your sweet spot even after you’ve collapsed into a whimpering mess against his chest. your body trembles in his grasp, and all you can do is beg to feel his cum inside you.

“need’ta—” you stutter, catching your breath in deep gasps as he slows his hips in a sensual rhythm. “need you t’fill me up souya, please”

your voice is desperate, and souya can’t deny the ache in his cock as your body squeezes around his length. one hand reaches for the side of your face, bringing you down against his lips as he loses himself in another kiss. his hips move a little faster, feeling every inch of your cunt he can before breaking the kiss with a moan as his cock fills you up with his cum that oozes and spills down your walls as he holds you steady in place.

“y-you feel s-so good baby” he whispers, squeezing his eyes shut as he basks in the sounds of your moans.

you shift your body as his cum drips to your thigh, but souya only whines and holds you down tighter.

“jus’ stay for a little longer” souya pouts, pulling you flush against his chest again.

his hands clasp behind your back— tight enough that you can barely move, and his lips brush against the side of your neck as he peppers tiny kisses across your skin. you can’t help but giggle— the sensation is enough to spread a softness across your body that makes you melt against him, and your shoulders ease as his hands travel to the back of your neck where he holds you tight.

“I l-love you” he mumbles against your neck, pausing to trace patterns into your skin with his fingers before releasing his hold on you so you can move. “lets get you cleaned up”

you can only sigh as his hands fall to his sides, and the phantom comfort of his hold makes you yearn for more. and as you shift your thoughts back to reality, you can’t help but think you’ve never been so grateful to be by his side.

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cool-cowboy · 3 months

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How Much I Want You

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Angry sex, Dominant Leon S. Kennedy, Jealousy, Rough sex, Deep-throating, Praise Kink, Teasing, Biting, Choking, Dirty Talk, guilt

Summary:

“I’d tell you I’ll stay away from him, but that’s not really an option... What I can do… Is show you... Exactly how much I want you..."

In which Leon gets upset over a comment from Chris, then reminds you exactly why you don't need anyone else. He's sweet, but loses it a little, lots of praise for you, as well as an unwarranted apology for cutting off your oxygen and some sickeningly sweet fluff at the end.

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“Christ. I’m gonna fucking kill him!” He storms up the stairs, feet falling heavily on metal, his anger radiating off him, uncharacteristic. He’s seething over nothing, slamming the door open and barely taking the time to hold it for me before he’s off, heading toward his room.

“Leon, he’s harmless-”

“The shit he says to you isn’t harmless, it’s fucking disgusting!” I contemplate giving him some time to cool off, not really a big fan of getting yelled at, but decide against it, not wanting to leave him to stew in his head, afraid he really will go after Chris, not that I think he would, but I’ve never really seen him this upset before, so better safe than sorry. I follow him into his room, door left open for me. He’s sitting on his bed, eyes cast down at the floor, legs spread out, hands gripping the mattress at his sides. He looks good, even with the displeased look on his face.

I approach him carefully, slotting myself between his thighs, gently pressing my hands to his face, coaxing his eyes up to meet mine. “Leon, I’m all yours, okay? You don’t have to worry about him.” He’s not convinced, his displeased expression souring further, though his hands reach up, splaying over my hips, his usual gentle grip replaced with something a little more possessive. I rarely get to see this Leon, dominant, brooding. I like it, not just because it seriously turns me on, but because it’s him, even if it is usually dormant, buried under the sweet, soft version of his usual self.

“I know you are. I trust you I just- I hate it.” He looks pained, his pretty blue eyes clouded with displeasure, all because of some offhand comment. His grip on me is tight, his emotions getting to him, his anger showing through his touch, though I doubt he even notices, not with the way he’s looking at me, trying his best to calm himself down, jaw tensing and untensing as he clenches his teeth.

“I’d tell you I’ll stay away from him, but that’s not really an option.” I let my voice take on a suggestive tone, slipping my hands down his neck, over his chest, smiling when I feel his breath hitch beneath my hands. “What I can do… Is show you...” I sink to my knees in front of him, watching his head tilt down, his hands dropping to hold tight to his comforter, his jaw going soft as he gazes down at me, the anger clouding his expression sending a pleasurable shiver through me. “Exactly how much I want you.” He draws in a shaky breath when I run my hand up his leg, ghosting along the side of his dick, already half hard, god he’s responsive.

“Princess, you don’t-”

“I want to. Let me make you feel good, yeah?” I run my hand over the front of his pants before he can respond, and his head leans back, brows pinched, lips parting to release a heavy breath, his hips pressing up into my light touch before I pull away. “So sensitive…” I smile up at him, putting on a show, laying my head on his thigh, looking at him with low eyes, giving him a gentle squeeze through his cargos, enjoying the sight of him as he gets worked up, swallowing and looking down at me, wary to miss a second. “Do you want me, agent Kennedy?” A needy noise whines, low in his throat, and he presses his hips up, eyes closing in pleasure, quickly opened back up, much too visual to deprive himself of this sight.

“Yes, god, yes, sweetheart. Course I do.” He’s breathless already, and I give him a light squeeze, drawing a groan out of him, watching as he leans back on his hands, looking way too good, staring down at me, eyes hazy, anger buried under lust. “Now quit fucking teasing. Wrap that pretty mouth around me, okay?” He’s not being loud, but the authority in his voice makes me shake, real and undeniable. He’s different like this, not that I mind, he can take the lead if he likes, make demands, I’m happy to oblige, not without a bit of push back though.

“Why don’t you just take what I give you?” I’m teasing, it’s fun, and I love getting him all worked up, it makes the whole thing so much better, desperate, drawing needier noises from him the longer he goes without getting off. A hand pulls on my hair, forcing my eyes up to his, the jerk unexpected, but not unwelcome. He’s being a little rough, the tug on my hair more aggressive than his usual movements, but not painful.

“Come on, princess, don’t make me wait, not this time.” His voice is unbearably low, domineering, though he’s practically begging, leaving no room for me to argue, so I don’t, running my hands up, popping the button, sliding his zipper down, not once letting my eyes leave his face, knowing he relishes the eye contact, smiling when he shivers at the feel of my hand on his skin, pulling on the waistband of his boxers.

His fist tightens in my hair when I use both hands, pulling his pants and underwear just below his hips, which he lifts from the mattress to allow me to get them off. My hand moves, running up the underside of his dick, looking up at him as I grip gently over the tip, running my fingers over the slit before releasing him, a displeased noise rumbling in his chest at the loss of contact, the hand on my hair clenching in a silent warning, one that he’d never act on, though I don’t even think I’d mind if he did, my mind running wild with thoughts of this new, bossy Leon.

I grip the base of his dick, holding it upright, ensuring he has the perfect view as I lick a long stripe from base to tip, lathing my tongue over his slit, taste of pre making me moan against him, the hand in my hair pulling, his own needy noise ripping from his throat as he watches. I kiss his tip, light and loving, before taking the head into my mouth. His hips press into me immediately, and by the flushed, red shade of his dick, he’s already close to cumming. I peer up at him as I bob up and down the first few inches, jerking the rest, my movements purposefully slow as I moan around him, drawing a breathless groan out of him.

“Come on, princess, go a little faster for me. Feels so fucking good, you look so pretty sucking my dick.” He’s close, babbling out whatever comes to mind. I comply, sucking him in over and over, not able to take it all, not with how goddamn big he is, but he enjoys it anyways, leaning his head back and letting out a loud groan, and I pray his neighbors aren’t home as I work my mouth over him, running my tongue along the underside as I come up, lapping at his tip before I slide back down.

“Shit. My god, you’re too good at this. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Fuck, can you go a little deeper for me? Just a little more, please, god.” His hand on the back of my head guides me, pressing deeper into my mouth, close to the back of my throat, not applying any force, but leading me along, pulling me off him before sending me back down. My hands grip his thighs, nails digging in and drawing a heady moan from his lips. My eyes are watering, he’s urging me deeper, hips coming up to meet my mouth, hand pressing into the back of my head. “Shit, princess, you look so good, so perfect for me.” He’s about to cum, his head thrown back in pleasure, muscles of his legs tightening under my hands, his dick twitching and pulsing against my tongue. “That’s it, just fucking like that. Shit, I’m gonna cum. You’re too good, looking up at me with your pretty fucking mouth around my dick. God, you just-” He cuts himself off with a loud moan, and I bury his dick in my throat, gagging around him as he cums, his dick pulsing, hips stuttering, his hand pulling harshly at my hair. “Yeah, baby, fuck, that’s it. Fuck, you’re taking all of it, I can feel your throat squeezing me, you look so pretty taking my dick, princess.” His hand runs down the side of my face, and he looks dazed as he comes down, my mouth pulling off him with a sickly erotic string of spit connecting him to my lips.

I press my hands into his thighs, his legs shaking as I stand up, sure I look fucked out, spit and cum smeared over my lips, eyes wet as I look down at him, blissed out, eyes following my movement, hands coming up to lay on my waist. He wordlessly hauls me onto the bed, my body bouncing when he tosses me up toward the headboard, moving quickly to climb overtop me, leaving wet kisses up my neck, huffed breaths tickling me between each press of his lips to my skin.

“You’re so good to me, princess.” He trails up my jaw, leaning his head down to kiss and suck the skin there, one forearm resting beside my head, opposite hand trailing up my side, fingers slipping up under my shirt, palm pressed flat as he glides it up my side, hot on my already feverish skin. “Fucking perfect.” His teeth graze over the side of my neck, right below my ear, a shaky breath ripping through my chest making him laugh, low and rough against my skin. His nails rake down my side, and he pulls his face back, giving me a painfully hot look, lips red and parted, his eyes hazy with affection, his expression tense with leftover anger.

“He doesn’t know you like I do.” He kisses me, hard, his hand on my side gripping tight to my hip, nails digging into my flesh through my pants, a low groan humming against my lips. His hand runs up, thumb teasing itself under the waist of my pants, his lips trailing down, across to the other side of my neck, leaving messy, open-mouthed kisses, groaning when he sucks on a patch of skin at the base of my throat. “Can’t make you feel like I do.” His hand moves back up, kneading lightly at my breast, rolling my nipple under his thumb as he moans into my neck, turning himself on with his dirty talk. “Right, princess?” I hum quietly, the sound turning into a low whine when he nips at the same spot he was sucking, running his tongue over the marred skin there before continuing on up, pressing his lips higher, his hand gripping my breast, pinching lightly on my nipple, drawing a surprised noise from my chest, my body arching into his touch.

“Say it.” I don’t know what he’s talking about, but I do know him sucking on the spot where my jaw meets my neck is too good, and I let my eyes close, releasing a breathy sigh, reaching up to lace my fingers into the back of his hair. He bites me again, harder, light nips turning more aggressive the longer I keep him waiting. “Say it, princess. Tell me he can’t do this to you.” He lathes his tongue over his bite, soothing the skin, pulling back to look into my eyes, his hand sliding back down, resting on the curve of my waist as he looms over me.

“It’s only you, Leon, you’re all I want.” That does the trick, he groans loudly, bringing his mouth back to mine, his fingers tight on my side, his kisses intense, pressing his lips hard into mine. I pull him in, legs wrapping over his hips, trying to get him closer, but he doesn’t let me, staying firm on all fours above me, his hand moving up to remove mine from his hair, pressing them to the mattress above my head, pulling away to look at me with hazy eyes, moaning loudly at the sight before sitting himself up between my legs, his hands moving to push up on my shirt, one snaking around to press into the skin of my back, lifting my upper body so his other can yank my shirt up over my head.

“Shit, baby, you’re so pretty like this.” He leans back down, kissing and biting down my neck, pressing his hips into me through my pants, groaning into my skin as he makes his way down. His eyes stay locked on mine, watching my reactions intently as he kisses his way down the center of my chest, his hands moving to grip the backs of my thighs when he reaches my stomach, hauling my legs up over his shoulders. “I’d do anything for you, you know that?” one of his hands moves between my legs, lightly running his fingers over my clothed pussy, humming at the choked noise it draws out of me, kissing just below my belly button, sweet, tender, continuing on down, eyes peering up at me, a mischievous smile pulling at his lips as he rubs me over my pants, pausing when his lips reach my waistband, pressing his thumb to my clit, applying light pressure.

“You’re all I need, princess.” He presses his cheek to the side of my thigh, staring up at me as he works his thumb in slow circles, letting out a light moan when I press my head back, the heat of his touch not nearly enough, not with how painfully slow he’s moving, not with all the talking he’s doing. “Everything I want, right in front of me.” His hand tightens on the back of my thigh, squishing my flesh between strong fingers, nails pressing into me. “And he wants to take you away.” He pulls back, sitting himself up, grabbing onto the sides of my pants, easing them down over my hips, down over my legs, watching my face, his chest heaving, expression desperate, needy. “I hope I can be convincing.” He tosses my pants off to the side, leaning back down to press a kiss to my inner thigh, his hands traveling around to grip the fronts of my legs, tight, his eyes watching me. “Make you feel so good you never look at anyone else again.” My legs twitch, and he smiles against my skin, running his lips along, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to my clit, ripping a needy noise out of me, my hips held down by his strong arms when they try to buck up into him, worked up and desperate for pressure.

“Be patient, Okay? I’ll take care of you.” He kisses down, moaning against me when he reaches the wet spot on my underwear, sticky with slick, soaked through from his teasing. “Shit, sweetheart, so wet for me. God, I’m getting impatient now.” He grips both sides of my panties, sliding them down and quickly returning to his spot, on elbows and knees between my legs, pressing his face back into my thigh, kissing whatever skin he can reach, sighing breathily as he pushes my other leg, spreading me open, watching with an obscenely aroused look on his face.

“So pretty, so damn pretty, baby.” One arm stays wrapped around my thigh, keeping me still, the other pressing into my slick, and he groans, trailing his thumb up and down, keeping just below my clit. “I can’t wait to taste you, feel you shake against me.” He presses his thumb over my clit, hard, and I gasp, meeting his lusty eyes before he focuses back on his task, lips parted as he stares, his thumb working slow circles over me, my hips pressing into his arm, trying to get more friction, small, breathless moans pulling from my chest. The noises seem to spur him on, his thumb moving faster, his own moans pressed to the fat of my thigh, the vibration sending a streak of pleasure through me.

“Leon-”

“Shh, baby. Just be quiet, let me show you.” His voice is soothing, authoritative, his eyes flicking up to meet mine, urging me to listen. I close my eyes, relishing the feel of his rough skin running over my clit, moving quickly, my legs beginning to shake, until he slows back down, giving me a pleased look when I peek down at him. I huff, closing my eyes, deciding to be good. He rewards me, licking a long line, dragging slick up, mouth closing over my clit. I arch, moaning loud before I dig my hands into his hair, pulling at it. He groans, pulling his mouth away before biting my thigh, reaching up to pry my hands off him, holding them down against my stomach. “Stop. Fucking sit still.” I moan loudly, writhing against his grip, not used to being forced to stay still, wanting to touch him, get him to make some pretty noises for me. He pauses, looking up at me with a serious expression, wetness shining on his lips, all the way down his chin. I stop moving, wanting him to keep going, the feeling of cold air replacing the heat of his lips making me shiver. “I need you to listen, princess. I’m trying to be good, don’t touch me.” And with that he’s back at it, licking and sucking on my clit, humming against me when I heed his command, sitting perfectly still, aside from the harsh shaking of my legs, draped over his shoulders.

“That’s it, baby, so good.” His voice rumbles against me, not bothering to pull away as he speaks, the feel of his breath shocking, making me flinch, a pleased noise escaping him as he pulls his head back, shifting his eyes up to watch my face, licking the slick off his lips as his hand takes over, rubbing quick, tight circles on my clit, the pleasure almost too good, too much all at once, my thigh held from closing around him by his free hand, his grip insanely tight against my skin, pain from his nails digging into me bringing a new sensation into the mix, a needy moan echoing in the room when I feel my orgasm approaching.

“Come on, you’re so close. Fuck, you look so good, so pretty for me.” He runs his teeth lightly over my skin, humming as I shake, moaning loudly, barely able to keep still when his thumb pauses, dipping back down quickly before moving even faster, pressure perfect, so good another needy noise rips out of me, my hands clenching around nothing. “Yeah? Shit, give it to me, sweetheart. Cum on my fucking fingers.” His tone is expectant, demanding, the aching pleasure coming in waves, fulfilling his wish. “There you go, so good, princess, so fucking good for me.” He doesn’t stop, continuing to rub light circles into me, working me through my climax, a high pitched moan escaping me when he bites me, his mouth wide, eyes staring up at me as he slowly works me back down.

I reach over to dig through his nightstand, and he doesn’t even seem to notice, eyes closed as he sucks on the skin of my thigh, thumb running slowly up and down, moaning against me when I shake from overstimulation. I rip the wrapper with my teeth, gripping his shoulder and shoving him over, rolling to sit over him.

“Hey, what are you- Nngh!” I reach back to roll the condom down over him, already hard again, pre smudging over my fingers when they brush against him. “Hey, stop-!” I don’t, pressing down over him, humming at the stretch, clenching around him when his hands press into my hips, fingers tight on my skin, his eyes screwing shut as I sink down on him. “God, princess, so fucking tight. You-” He cuts himself off, a strangled moan ripping out of his throat as I lift up, slamming my hips back down on him, his dick twitching already.

He grips tighter, lifting me up off him, shoving me down beside him, coming behind me as he slips one hand up my back, resting it just below the back of my neck, holding the side of my face down on his mattress. “I’m not done yet.” He pushes back inside, the stretch making me moan, tight from my orgasm. He leans over me, his free hand slipping around to hold onto my breast, squeezing roughly as he snaps his hips, fucking into me roughly, pain making me cry out when he hits my cervix, the mix of pleasure and discomfort somehow good, and he sets a quick pace, hips slamming into my ass, his grip on my chest pulling me back into him.

“Fuck! You make such pretty sounds, baby. He couldn’t fuck you like this. No, only me, shit! Just me.” His hand on my back slips around, pulling me up and against him with a hold on my throat, the pressure and feel of his heat pressing into my back drawing a loud moan out of me, his opposite hand trailing down to rub my clit, the feeling almost painful. “He couldn’t make you cum all over his dick, not like I can.” He’s pissed, his hand tightening over my throat, his forehead pressed to the back of my shoulder, his hips slamming harder into me the more worked up he gets. I can’t help but enjoy it, the possessiveness lacing his tone, dark and desperate, his hips angling up, head of his dick dragging along my g-spot, a needy moan cut off by his hand tightening, restricting my breathing.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing the life outta me. So good, you feel so fucking good. God, I wish Chris could see this, watch me give you everything you need, show him just how well I take care of you” His fingers rub harshly on my clit, forcing me close to another orgasm as his hips hammer into me, digging painfully into my ass. I can’t breath, his grip bruising against my throat, keeping me tight against him, but the lightheaded feeling washing over me only heightens the intensity of pleasure he’s giving me, a choked moan leaving me when I feel him pulse inside me. “Shit, baby, can’t hold it much longer-” He grinds himself into me, just the way I like, pressing the head of his dick to the perfect spot, rubbing my clit desperately, teeth closing around the skin of my shoulder, a low whine breathed out onto my skin.

“Ah, shit, I can feel you, you’re so ready baby. Come on, princess, squeeze that pretty pussy on me- Fuck-” I can’t even moan, his hand too tight around by throat, his hips slamming into me with all the force and speed he can muster as I clench around him, head thrown back with pleasure, milking him with my orgasm. “That’s it, baby, fuck, yes, so good, sweetheart. So fucking good, so perfect.” He’s cumming, I can feel him pulsing inside me, his whiny moans muffled into my shoulder, his hands impossibly tight, closed over my hip and my throat, before he’s finished, thrusts slowing down to nothing, hands releasing me, and I fall face first into his pillow, completely spent, gasping for breath.

“Shit, are you okay?” He’s back to normal, no trace of anger in his voice, gentle hands turning me over, eyes wide, concerned. “Princess. I’m… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Leon.” His mouth gapes, his breathing quick, still coming down from his orgasm, and worried her went too far. “It’s okay.” He shakes his head, quick, hands clenching at his sides, itching to touch me.

“No, it’s fucking not. I was hurting you- You didn’t stop me- I didn’t even realize- I’m so sorry princess. Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me?” He runs a hand over his face, eyes wet, scared.

“Leon?” I sit myself up, reaching out to him, grabbing the sides of his face, forcing his eyes up from their place on my neck. “I’m fine, okay? If I wanted you to stop I would’ve made you, yeah?” He doesn’t seem convinced, his swallow sounding forced, his throat dry.

“You should’ve.” He pulls himself away, swinging his legs over the side of his bed, head hanging. I follow him, not wanting him to have time to think too much, my hand resting on his back, rubbing soothing lines up and down.

“Hey, stop freaking out, it’s not that big a deal-”

“Yes it is.” He looks at me, pain clear on his face, his eyes wet. “You… You’re the one person I never wanna hurt. I can’t- You’re too important. I can’t lose you.” I hate it, the look on his face, upset with himself for no reason, thinking something so little can make me give up on him.

“Leon, you’re not gonna lose me, there’s only a few things you could do to get me to dump you, and getting a little rough is not one of them.” I lean forward, trying my best to bring him out of his bad mood, still feeling hazy.

“A little rough…” He’s being sarcastic, but I don’t really blame him. I am downplaying it, he was going a little crazy, but I wasn’t scared. I know he’d never actually cause me any harm, at least not harm that isn’t also pleasurable. I run my hand over his back, down to grip his upper arm.

“Would it help if I said I liked it?” His eyes blow wide, horrified.

“You… liked that? I was hurting you…?” He’s confused, makes sense, I never imagined myself enjoying getting the shit choked out of me, but it wasn’t bad, a little surprising, but not bad.

“Yeah, and getting me off. I don’t know… It was… Intense. I’ve never done anything like that before, but it was… good.” He leans back on his hands, sighing heavily, his eyes trained forward, on the floor in front of his feet.

“I’m not doing that to you again.” His tone is final, not that I would argue him into doing something he doesn’t want to, even if he seemed to thoroughly enjoy himself.

“I’m not asking you to. I like you however you come.” I laugh lightly at the double meaning, and I see a small smile pulling at his lips as well. “I’m just saying, you don’t have to always be so… gentle, if you don’t want.” I hope he’ll take me up on my offer, though it’s not a problem if he doesn’t, I really do like him however he comes.

“That’s what you deserve. You’re too damn good to be treated like that, sweetheart.” He’s too sweet, really, I can’t believe I lucked out so well in the man department.

“You really are a charmer, huh?” I kiss his cheek, his eyes flitting to meet mine, a flattered smile on my face.

“Just honest.”

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OVERVIEW: You're the hottest actor out of all of them, and Lorraine's boyfriend. (Cause fuck R.J.) So when you're suggested and requested to be one of the actors in the porno film. Lorraine gets jealous and wants to be in one too. So you show her the only person that's ever gonna dick her down. !Possessive reader!

CURRENT AGE: 21

"I just hope she don't wanna leave, me~."

"Don't you give me up, please~ don't give up on me, I belong with you.~"

"Only you, my girl. Only you, babe. Only you, darling."

"Only you."

"I just don't want her to leave me.~"

"I think of her so much it drives me crazy."

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"Y/N, y'know maybe you should be in it." Bobby-Lynne says, you didn't like her very much. She didn't give a damn about any of you, so why should you give a damn about her. Still, you contemplated her words. "Wouldn't that change the entire plot of your fucked up porno?" You asked, as Lorraine watched jealously. "And? In all honesty, I've been wanting to get you in bed for a while." You looked at her disturbed, sure she looked good but she was rude. And you had a girlfriend.

"Now let me tell you about yours-"

You were about to tell her about herself but nOoOooO. Her stupid sometimes boyfriend Jackson, just had to step in and save her ass.

"Hey man, you don't gotta be rude."

"Man, whatever. I'll think about it, but I highly doubt it." You weren't gonna think about it, shit you didn't even want to watch it. But you had a degree in cinematography, and R.J. payed fine. But he'd had an obvious attraction to your girl, and it was disturbing but you were still able to ignore it and keep working for him. But this crossed a line, the minute you got done with this project. You were taking Lorraine, and you were leaving.

Why?

Cause.

Fuck. This. Shit.

Just then Lorraine got just a bit too jealous, and had a bright idea of her own. "I wanna be in a movie." Your eyes, that had gotten drowsy from all the drinking you had been doing opened and you looked at her like she was crazy. "What?" You and R.J. said in synch, as you sat up causing her to fix her position from where she sat on your lap. "No." You said, as your eyebrows furrowed. "Hell no. That's not happening." You finish, before pulling her closer as she mumbled curse words. "Well why not?"

"Cause you belong to me, why the fuck else?"

You were starting to anger, it was rare but it happened. And when it did, the world burned. "I can make my own decisions, Y/N. Keep on and I might just not belong to you anymore." She tested, she knew she was playing with fire but she kept on anyway. While she knew that you got upset, she had never seen you get angry. She wanted to see you get angry. You just muttered words under you breath before you unwrapped your arms from around her.

"Fine then, since you make your own decisions get the hell off me." You pushed her, gently, but still you pushed.

"Fine." She stood, and you did too.

Grabbing her jaw, you forced her to look you in the eye. No matter how short she was compared to you.

"I'll see you when you make the decision to come to bed." You say, before letting her go and walking away.

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You sat in your room, which you shared with Lorraine and stared at the wall. Your E/C eyes glistening even in the dim light that came from a lamp. All you could think about was the fact that your girl might get taken from you by some horny assholes that want to get famous off porn. "I just don't want her to leave me. What if she's fine, and its my mind that's wrong." You were silently having an anxiety attack when you recognized the pattern of her footsteps and it vanished.

KNOCK KNOCK.

"Y/N. I'm coming in now." She says. Causing you to fix your posture, you couldn't let her see you like this. But other than that you thought that you might be fine. She walked in, and you kept your eyes trained on the wall. You were only wearing black shorts, and socks. And of course your boxers, not for long though. "R.J. said there might be a possibility that I could be in one." She says, nervous but still not scared of your reaction. She should've been.

⚠️SMUT TRAIN HAS TAKEN OFF⚠️

You stand up, and walk towards her; reaching behind her you close the door. And lock it...

"Y/N? Will you look at me, please." She says, reaching out to touch your bare chest.

"Oh I'll look at you." You quickly grab her hand and her other one and force her against a wall. She looked at you, this was the first time she saw you angry. Ever. In the two years that you had been together, you hadn't gotten angry, or even overly dramatic. Hell you never even had sex with her, but now you were ready. Because you would go to hell before she had sex with another man. And now she looked you in the eye as you stared her down. And for the first time she was scared of you. She. Was. Scared.

"You think someone else is gonna fuck you before I do? You got something coming Lorraine, and it's gonna hurt. But then it'll be Euphoric. And guess what? Ain't nobody gonna see. No one but me."

You let her go, and she waited for a command. "The hell are you waiting for, take off your goddamn clothes." She did as told.

"Y/N baby, what're you gonna d-"

"Did I tell you to talk?" You asked, as she shook her head no. You nodded and dropped your shorts, leaving you in your boxers. It was only a coincidence that her lingerie was the same color: Dark Red.

"Get on the bed, Lorraine." You ordered, she complied.

"Why."

"Cause I said so."

She sat on the bed, and watched as you walked over to her slowly.

"I didn't want our first time to be this way. But you get no foreplay, you get no soft words. You get nothing but my cock impaling you as you beg for me to slow down. But you're gonna lay there and you're gonna take it, and you're gonna enjoy it. Why, Lorraine? Because I said so."

You had gotten hard not too long ago, the minute you saw her strip to be exact.

You pulled your hardened cock out of your boxers as Lorraine stared at it terrified. You climbed onto the bed and started pulling down her panties as you stroked your shaft. "I-I'm not gonna survive that N/N." You didn't cut her off this time but instead emulated her stutter "I-I-I don't care."

You teased her clit with your dick, as she moaned and pleaded quietly. "Please. Please N/N just do it."

"Shut up. You're gonna wait." You teased her some more, before getting too horny yourself.

"You're gonna enjoy it Lorraine, why is that?" You asked her, as you lined yourself up with her hole.

"B-because y-you said s-so."

"Because I fucking said so." You push half your length in her, and she nearly screams in partial pain and partial pleasure. "We're not done, but guess what? I love you, so I'll give you a moment. Tell me when." She took this as, "this is my full length tell me when to move." Instead of "this is only half, tell me when you're ready for me to rearrange your intestines." That was a mistake however, as the minute she nods. You do what you promised, you impale her with your cock. She screams again, the sound muffled by the fact that you held you hand over her mouth. You lie there for a moment, letting her adjust.

"Is it heavenly love?" You ask her, fake sympathy lacing your voice. She nods quickly, you were right. It was painful, it was euphoric. She starts to shake.

"Oh don't tell me you're cumming already? We've hardly started." You say, pulling out until only your head remained inside of her, before slamming back inside. And watch as tears fell from her eyes. This goes on for about two hours, and for some reason that no one can fathom you had yet to cum. But she had. 6. Fucking. Times.

But soon you felt it, so you go faster and get a little less gentle.

"No one's gonna be in one. Not me, not you. My cock is only for you Lorraine, you have to understand that." You go faster.

"Tell me, why is that?"

She felt her 7th orgasm coming. And struggled to speak without moaning. "C-cause y-you," she cursed a bit. "C-Cause you s-said so."

"Cause I fucking said so." You pumped your children into her, before kissing her softly and pulling out so you could get some clothes.

⚠️SMUT TRAIN HAS STOPPED⚠️

She was quick to hold onto you, as you lie down beside her and hand her a fresh pair of your boxers and one of your shirts. It was big on her however and you could still still see her bra strap. That's your new favorite color now...

Dark Red.

END.

#jenna ortega x male reader #lorraine day #lorraine day x reader #male reader #x male reader #x movie #wattpad #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #angry smut #18+ content

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kunikya · 1 year

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𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆!!

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~ toman members x fem! reader

cw: afab! reader, needy boys :((, oral(m reciving), spanking(like one time lmao), praises with slight degradation

wc: 0.5k

a/n: ofc the inevitable nnn post. imma try to post more often.

— how long would toman members last on no nut November ?

💌— tokyo revengers masterlist

—lasts a week.

Pathetic if you ask me. asks for a last fuck on October 31 and gets so pussy drunk. the moment it turned November it was torture for him. Poor baby :(( but hey at least it gave you the opportunity to tease him.

"m–mhm! baby please, don't do that." his soft whimpers echoed around the room. "hm? do what." You're such a fucking tease, how could you not see what you're doing to your poor boyfriend. You straddled his lap, wearing nothing but a skimpy dress, and coating his bulge with your bare pussy; your juices spilling onto his pants. "fuck..can't take it anymore–" he undid his belt and pants letting his hard aching cock spring out.

"I need you so bad."

takemichi, chifuyu, KAZUTORA, all of Mizo five, Hakkai

—2 weeks at best

Really tried not to fail this year. The universe wasn't on his side this year sadly, the more days of November go by the more he gets horny and needy. failed halfway but called it a win.

"oh fuck I missed this." he threw his head back as he pushed your head further onto his shaft. You gagged at his length hitting the back of your throat and making you whine. he only chuckled at your reaction. "aw cant your throat take me anymore ?" he grabbed and bunched some of your hair as he roughly thrust into your mouth. "don't worry, baby. I don't mind training this throat for the second time."

BAJI, katawa twins, Mikey, Inui

— lasts a month

ooh, congrats he won 🎉. but you shouldn't celebrate for too long. Man's didn't jerk off nor used your holes for a month. he expects compensation and ofc you give it.

"I bet you've been needy all this time too yeah ?" he rubbed circles onto your clit. "y-yes…please missed you so much." he chuckled knowing damn well you can't live without his cock. "that makes the two of us, baby." finally slipping his cock inside he felt euphoric. He never gets old with your pussy squeezing him tight. "gonna use this pussy all night." no surprise his thrusts got faster and rougher after putting it inside. His Stamina never seems to run out, making you cum over and over again and making you dumb was a well-deserved reward for lasting a month.

DRAKEN, mitsuya, Muto

— didn't participate

Do you think you can convince him to not fuck you and even nut for a month? just give up there's no way of convincing him. also has the audacity to punish you when you "tried to keep him away"

"See ? u bet you can't even survive without my cock for a month" moaning and skin slapping bounced off the walls as he pounds into your poor cunny. "i-i can!" poor you, your sadistic boyfriend decided not to participate in nnn, now you're being punished for even mentioning the challenge for him. "yeah right." he slapped your right ass check, you made a bad mistake of slipping out a moan, that only boosted your boyfriend's ego. "see baby? you like it when I fuck you, don't be shy I can feel you squeezing around me just cum you slut."

sanzu.

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plscallmeeren · 5 months

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W H E R E ?

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: yes @JulzLovDraco4Eva

Summary: it's year 7 (so everyone's of age remember that) and muggle-born (y/n) is caught at Malfoy Manor and given to Draco so that he can get answers out of her concerning Harry's whereabouts....... Yeah well guess how he gets them huh

Warnings: !!Rape!! while (y/n) does enjoy the experience there is no given consent - do not read if this could make you uncomfortable; breeding fetish; unprotected piv; bondage; spanking; anal; toys; biting; swearing; not proof-read at ALL (fun fact I've never had so many warnings before)

Word Count: 1.6K+

Lucius Malfoy gave his son a hard look, patting him on the shoulder briskly. "I expect you'll employ every method necessary to find Potter's whereabouts?"

"Yes, father." Draco wasn't looking at him, but instead at the fierce-looking girl bound by her wrists, discarded at the foot of his door.

"Any methods, understand?"

"Yes," the boy replied sharply, finally turning to meet his father's glare. "Go on. I'm sure you have better things to do. I'll get the information."

Lucius nodded curtly, striding off down the dark corridors of his manor.

Draco looked back at you, taking notice of the loose black dress that fell in waves around your body. Your waist was outlined by a modern corset with the lace at the front. You snarled at him, terrified, but he had hurt your pride by making torturing you sound so easy.

He gripped you by the nape of your neck, practically throwing you inside his room and closing the door behind him. He cast Muffliato, Silencio and every other spell he could think of before focusing his undivided attention on you. The other Death Eaters delighted in hearing victims' screams half the time, but he refused to give them the satisfaction. Your screams belonged to him, and him only.

"We've come a long way, haven't we, Malfoy? I remember Potions with you. You were a damn good partner, but I should have tipped one of those acidic draughts on you when I had the fucking chance-"

He delivered a harsh slap across your face, silencing you. It didn't hurt that much, but it was a fair warning of how helpless you were in this situation.

"I remember those classes, too. I remember imagining you in my bed and me fucking you until you cried. But don't worry," his lips twisted in a wicked smirk, "I have much more interesting fantasies now."

He edged closer, and you watched with wide eyes as he hoisted you up and laid you down on his king-sized bed. A luxurious bed. A luxury that might teach you pain.

"Fuck me, (y/n). Take my cock. Or are you scared?" He sounded mocking, but you wouldn't have it.

"No, honey, I just have a decent amount of self-respect," you chided, craning your neck to look him in the eye from where you lay on those velvety covers.

"Take me. I won't take no for an answer," he growled. You shook your head. "I want you. I need you. And I need you to tell me where Potter is."

"No," you spat, encompassing all of his apparent needs. You didn't care. You couldn't. He was horrible. Why would you? Right?

"Tough luck," he grimaced, and in one swift motion he had ripped the thin fabric of your dress, tugging it off your body on either side of your corset.

You bit your tongue trying to keep quiet as he dragged you to the edge of the bed, undoing the knot at the top of the corset and yanking on the strings brutally. You felt like you couldn't breathe. You were almost entirely bare and there wasn't enough oxygen in your brain and you felt slightly dizzy and something must have been very wrong because suddenly in this light he looked beautiful...

"There, that's better. You're thinking too much," he purred, tying a new knot so that it remained unbearably tight around your tummy. "Now... you still going to put up a fight?"

You didn't reply.

"Answer me, slut," he snapped, lightly slapping your pussy through the fabric of your panties. You became painfully aware that he could pull those off, too - that you would have to succumb to whatever he wanted.

"Malfoy...," you murmured, and apparently that was enough.

He dragged your black panties down your legs, followed by the bra cupping your weight. You were entirely naked apart from the corset. Your wrists were tied by spell and your wand couldn't reach you here. His handsome image swum before your eyes.

Draco flipped you over, pulling your ass up towards the ceiling. Your elbows dug into the covers as his hands man-handled your buttocks roughly, coming down in a merciless spank once. You flinched, but he didn't seem to care.

"You won't be talking back to me from now on, I expect?" he threatened casually, throwing in another spark on your ass.

"No," you whimpered, subconsciously leaning into his touch.

"Good. And you won't be complaining or resisting?"

Just as you were about to answer, he slid halfway into your ass with only his own pre-cum as lubricant. You moaned accidentally at the pleasurable pain.

"Not answering me again? What good is that? Where's Potter? Where?" He spanked you again.

"N-No, I'll behave, but I won't tell you, I can't-"

He pushed himself further in, the pain now overwhelming the enjoyable quality. Nevertheless, he waited a moment, not torturing you beyond repair, giving you time to adjust. Maybe he wasn't entirely cruel? No, what were you thinking? He was fucking you against your will, not taking no for an answer, looking at you with some sort or adoration...

You forgot what your train of thoughts had been up until that point, simply staring as best you could considering your body faced away from him.

"C'mon, slut. Tell me," he ordered, pinching your clit with two fine fingers. You gasped, but didn't answer his question.

You didn't know if he forgot to ask, or if he gave up, or if he simply didn't care, but he wouldn't ask again.

Suddenly he was pushing two fingers into your virgin cunt like a chanting prayer - in and out and curling and winding. It felt so good. Tight and claustrophobic, but impossibly good.

Just as you were beginning to fully appreciate the way his digits pressed against the same wall that met his cock on the other side, he pulled out - all of it - and walked away. He left you whining and thrashing on his duvet, reluctantly wishing he would return. Somehow, you managed to roll over.

You couldn't believe it. You wanted him to fuck you. You needed him to fuck you. Hell, it hurt, but every part of you was screaming for him to consume, to ravage, to... to...

He did return.

He returned holding three common pegs, as if they had been picked straight off of the washing line or handed to him by house-elves.

Draco silently attached one to both of your nipples, grinning wickedly as you groaned in immediate pain. It hurt. You felt fuzzy from lack of oxygen, but you knew it hurt.

Finally he clamped one onto your clit, making you writhe. He didn't take it off. Instead, he leaned over you, whispering in your ear. It made you feel warm and funny inside. "(Y/n), I'm going to mark you, and it will be much worse than my Dark Mark or a scar reading 'muggle' or anything else... because not only will it be permanent, but it will bring shame upon you, and everyone will know you enjoyed a Death Eater fucking you."

The words didn't make sense, but in your shape, you could hardly tell.

He bit into the flesh of your shoulder harshly, fuelled by your ongoing moans as he moved from your breasts to your throat and back again. You looked a mess - tears streaming, leftover rips of fabric, the colourful marks and bites of a wild man.

It felt so good.

Before you knew it his entire fist was in your pulsating cunt, thrusting from within and hurting and hurting more but feeling incredibly good and full.

Still, you wanted him.

"Push my fist out of your pussy, darling," he whispered. So you did. You pushed with all the muscles of your abdomen until his hand dislodged from your cunt, along with a burst of ecstasy by the name of orgasm.

"Good girl," he reassured you, watching the mix of blood and cum on his bed. "Good girl. Now it's my turn."

He quickly undid his belt, discarding it somewhere in the room before pulling down his pants. His cock was bigger than you had expected - but then again, you didn't have much experience in these sorts of things and you weren't thinking right.

Just as he slipped into you - no coverage - he pulled off the two pegs on your nipples, causing an explosion of agony to rip through your body as he began pounding into you.

"D-Draco," you managed, watching his bare cock slam into your ripe cunt.

"Yes, (y/n)?"

You changed you mind, or rather, you forgot what you were going to say. Instead, you told him: "I want you."

Unlike what you had expected, he reacted with gentleness, slowing his pace, moving in curved, cleaner motions. "I want you, too. I'm glad you see it now."

"Draco?" you prompted, regaining your breath as you enjoyed less sore but still ecstatic sensations.

"Mhm?"

"Harry, Ron and Hermione were at Grimmauld place last I heard."

He bummed again, but didn't reply. He hadn't been craving that information. That wasn't why he did this. "I'm coming," he grunted, then stayed in your pussy until his own juices were leaking from your folds.

You panted, shifting your body above your magical bounds to get more comfortable.

You didn't want anything but him, either. But what a crazed way to find out.

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sohya · 1 year

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camera's rolling

pairings: souya x afab!reader

cw: camstars souya n reader. reader uses she/her pronouns. f receiving oral. puppy hybrid!souya. breeding. a lil bit of possessiveness. probably ooc souya. fingering. kinda switchy souya n reader. soft dom souya. consensual filming. 'puppy' is used excessively for souya.

wc: 2.7k

notes: for @eijirhoe's cat girls are ruining my life! collab :] thank you so much for letting me join !! omg tbh i haven't written a non-self ship fic since last year so i was very nervous but then while i was crying over a bokuaka fic last night i came up w this idea and scrapped the prev drafts i'd written beforehand n stuck to this n i really like it. i think idk im so nervous puppy!souya's gonna be in my head for the next forever. he was def a shiba inu in this :P

the world of pornographic websites have grown exponentially within the past decade. livelihoods depend on them, for creators and viewers alike. if you were to go to one of the rising websites and click on the ‘popular now’ tab, you’d find profiles with enticing but exaggerated horny bios. from couples, women who specialize in solo livestreams and everything far and between.

but then you’d notice the profile on the fifth spot, completely out of place. the profile picture looks to be a body shot with a mop of blue curls resting against a stomach, the bio says ‘just a girl and her puppy’, you’d be intrigued. how a plain looking profile can be so high in the current popular profiles.

being one half that makes this profile complete, you still can’t grasp your head around this popularity, you’re so sure that everyone comes across your profile just to watch souya, your puppy hybrid boyfriend. the one who loves you so hard and so deeply and shows it through the videos you make, he has the most perfect body with a sensitive tail and even more sensitive ears. touching these places elicit the prettiest sounds from him and though the two of you don’t show your faces, hiding under blurred circles or matching masks, people stay and watch just for him, you’re sure. the comments say otherwise though, an equal number of comments talking about the two of you and how horny your content gets them. how puppies wish they had someone like you to take care of them and how some people wished they had the perfect puppy like souya.

you still find yourself basking in the popularity anyways, just as much as souya does, that it feels like second nature when you prepare all the lighting while souya sets up the cameras, making sure the view of the bed is just right while another gets a different angle of the entire room from the side. then, you press record and then the magic starts.

donning a mint green matching lingerie set, decorated with frills and lace around the edges, souya doesn’t think he’s seen anything more beautiful. like yours, the top half of face is covered with a mint coloured decorated mask but his eyes peak through the holes and you can see the way they sparkle as you make your way over to him. the camera to the right of you doesn’t catch the way his tail wags high up in the air, but if the sound doesn’t catch it either you can just add the footage from the other camera later when you edit the video.

“all good to start, puppy?” you ask as you stop in front of him, legs slightly parted as he brings his hands up to slide along the outside of your thighs. with a smile on his uncovered mouth, he nods and you bend down, delicate fingers tickling the underside of his chin as you plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

when you stand up again, he immediately leans forward and presses a kiss to the inside of your thighs before moving his mouth up to where your clit is underneath the fabric of your panties.

he breathes in deeply, moaning in a low tone at the soft smell of the freshly washed fabric mixed with your arousal and the faintest hint of your sweet perfume. “get these off for me.” his voice is muffled with how much of his face is covered in between your legs. you let out a soft laugh as you card a hand through his hair and ease him out from his hiding space. he follows your movement reluctantly and when he looks up at you again, you give him a sorrowful look, tilting your head to the side with a small pout. “have to get you out of there if you want it off, puppy.”

souya hums as he nods, hands moving up to the hem of your panties. despite his insistence to take them off, his hands move slowly as he pulls the fabric down your legs. eyes trained on your pussy, he watches as it slowly reveals itself when your panties descend. they don’t even reach the floor by the time souya loses patience and plants his mouth against your clit again.

you gasp at the suddenness of his action, wobbling slightly as you step out of your panties while your other hand joins the first one in tangling themselves in his mop of curls. “that’s it, puppy. take what you want.” your eyes relax as they focus on him, how his eyes flutter shut as his tongue peaks out and trails down your folds before sliding back up and flicking against your clit. his hands find purchase on your hips now, guiding you to jut them out forward, giving him easy access to bury his face into your mound.

when he captures your clit into his mouth and pleasures you with suckles, you reward him with blunt nails scratching against his scalp, pretty moans falling from your mouth as you roll your hips against his head before pulling back at the peak of your stimulation.

at the first breath of fresh air, souya’s soft pants fill the room but he still has the hunger in his eyes where he’s insatiable until he gets another taste of you. “god, ‘t feels so good, puppy. you’re doing so well.” you coo through gritted teeth as your hands move to the sensitive spot behind his ears, rubbing his scalp and eliciting a drawn out whine from him that makes heat erupt throughout your body.

he blinks up at you as he moves down further, the fat of his silky tongue parting your folds and sitting flat for you to grind against. he watches as your nose scrunches up and your eyes flutter shut, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you chase your orgasm on his tongue before slowing your hips into rolls. “want me to cum, puppy?” he nods against you and the motion has your knees buckling, “gotta work for it then, almost got me there. making me feel so good.” your voice is breathless and sweet and it has souya warming up to the point where he feels like he’s burning with desire. praise after praise and all just for him, he’s determined to make you feel better than anything you’ve felt in your entire life.

he sucks a deep breath in through a gap, filling his lungs with enough air to keep him conscious while he closes his mouth around your clit, letting you maneuver his head to the right position before he begins sucking. you choke back a whimper as the wet sounds of him sucking your clit sounds throughout the room but louder in your ears. “that’s right, pu– puppy ah, i’m gon– i’m so close!”

souya groans his appreciation and continues sucking, tongue peaking out to join in the pleasure by sinking into your tight hole that you startle before relaxing in his grip as your orgasm erupts like syrup straight down his throat. your voice carries through with soft moans as you twitch against his face, his tongue easing out of you to lick your cunt clean of the remnants from your orgasm.

you’re panting softly as you come down from your orgasm, body twitching positively with aftershocks to the heat and softness of souya’s tongue and mouth. when he finally lets you go, you bend down to his height level before pressing your kiss against his in a heated kiss. his hands come up to adjust your mask before they move down to cup your face, thumbs rubbing across your cheeks. you moan into his mouth as your tongue slips into his to lick at the taste of yourself on him while your hand travels down to stroke his achingly hard cock and the other to his flitting tail which has only grown more excited at the feeling of your lips on his.

“need a break?” souya asks in between sweet pecks to your lips. you nod as he plants a kiss to the tip of your nose before sitting back while he stands up and stops the recording on both cameras.

the break is what it usually consists of, refreshing gulps of water and a few minutes to cuddle and draw the connection in once again before the two of you get up to move the cameras around. setting them up in position that promise a better angle of the next scene which will be on the bed.

when the camera’s recording again a few minutes later, souya’s leaning over you one hand intertwined with yours that's lying in front of you while the other is bent at the elbow, fingers parting your slick folds before sinking inside. your clench around him is immediate, two thick and long fingers are just enough to stretch you out comfortably.

your knees part to give him more room as he begins thrusting his fingers in and out of you, the sloppy wet sound increasing in volume as he whispers into your ear. “you’re gonna be loud for your puppy, right? let all our viewers hear how good my cock makes you feel, hm?” right on cue, your vision focuses on the camera in front of you, capturing the scene of souya’s body on top of yours, his hand over yours and the twitching flex of his other shoulder as its fingers pump into you. at least from this angle, they can also see the way his tail wags erratically.

“mhm, gonna be extra loud for you, puppy. m–my puppy.” you slur, hips bouncing back so skin meets skin while his fingers dig deeper into you. he rewards you with a kiss before sitting up on his knees and pulling his fingers out of you. the hand holding yours releases after a short squeeze before landing on your bare back, now void of the matching bra, pushing you down and arching your back so your ass remains high up in the air.

“your puppy. all yours.” he agrees as he takes the head of his cock and rubs the tip along your folds. you’re clenching impatiently, twitching to hurry and ease him inside but he’s the one in control. it’s silent for a few seconds but you can feel a whine bubble from the back of your throat, only releasing it when you feel a warm glob of spit land on your ass before it’s smothered down to your cunt with the head of souya’s cock. then, finally losing patience himself, he pushes his head in and sinks into your hole slowly and all the way until his balls rest against your clit.

the two of you let out long sighs of relief as your walls encompass his cock, thick and long and so familiar that you squeeze around him extra tight like you’ve been without him for months. he shudders as he grabs your hips, quickly getting used to the feeling of your warmth around him before he draws his hips back and pushes into you again. he starts off slow, letting you grow accustomed to his cock and its hardness as it prods and grazes against your sensitive walls.

“look at you, taking all of me in. such a good girl.” the smile is so evident in his voice and you grow dizzy with pleasure.

“puppy, pl- please move. ‘make me so feel good, ‘nd i wanna make you feel good too!”

he groans as you quickly lose your mind, giving in and setting a pace that he knows you love, enough for you to fidget against the bed but not nearly fast enough for the creaks to sound at the roughness of his thrusts. the camera catches the way your ass jiggles as they meet his hips and the way the lines of his abs deepen with each exertion. perfect material for all your viewers to lust and fawn over when they watch over the finished product.

“can’t hear you, baby. what happened to being loud for your puppy, huh?” souya asks, his hand snaking through your hair and tugging you up so your face is in view of the camera but your mask falls off. the annoyance at the realisation that he’ll have to edit in a blurred circle over your face quickly disappears when he looks at the viewfinder, seeing your eyes roll while your mouth falls open in a sharp gasp. he pushes a rough thrust into you and you cry out, sweet voice falling into a moan that ends in a delirious puppy!

“that’s right, let them know, baby. l–let them hear how good puppy’s good is ma– making you feel– ugh.” he releases your hair and lets you fall face first into the soft blanket, stilling with his cock still deep inside you as he picks up your mask and readjusts it over the top half of your face. “gotta keep your pretty mask on, can’t have people seeing that pretty face or they’ll want you even more, right?” he coos, voice so sweet but in this context, it causes a shiver to run up your spine at his possessiveness.

you shake your head, “‘m all yours, puppy. no one else, just you!” you muffle into the bed sheets and he hums as his hand cups the underside of your face, lifting your face to the side before smashing his lips against yours in a desperate kiss. your mouth falls open and he slips his tongue inside, turning the kiss messy with your noses brushing against each other’s cheek. “please move again, puppy. wanna feel you cum inside.” he coos at your pleas, smiling sweetly against your lips that have turned glossy with the mix of your spit and his.

“‘course, baby. my cum doesn’t belong anywhere else.” souya rubs his cheek against yours as he arches his back to rut into you. you mewl at the closeness of him, how his skin covers yours and the sweat emanating from both of you sticks the two of you together.

feeling the last phase begin to take its toll, souya stands up on his knees once more, one arm curling around your waist to press hardened fingers against your clit, rubbing your nub in time with his thrusts which pick up with enough speed and force that has you gasping and biting into the sheets beneath you. completely overwhelmed, heat settles in the pit of your stomach and quickly spreads throughout the rest of your body, familiar enough that you know what’s approaching.

“hnggh pu– puppyy i’m gnna cum!” your sentence trails off in a drawn out moan as your body tightens up and your pussy grips souya’s cock in a vice tight grip, orgasm washing you in waves that has your brain emptying into nothing.

“yeahh baby, just like that. so tight around me, i love it.” he groans as he fucks you through the twitches of your climax. he swears he can feel every single one of your muscles stimulating his cock, milking him for his own cum to fill you up. with his mind slowly giving into the blissful feeling, he doesn’t get the chance to announce his own climax, using the last of his energy to fall on top of you, mouth beside your ear and groans spilling out of his lips in time with the cum spilling deep into you. you turn your head just in time for his lips to find the side of your mouth before they connect with yours. your breath mixes with each other’s as you pant heavily, letting the sensation of your orgasm mellow you both out.

“love you s’much, puppy.”

souya smiles, his heart feeling so full at your softness.

“i love you too, baby.”

two days later, after editing the video and inserting clips from both angles, it’s ready to be posted. you’re both resting against the couch in the living room, relaxing after an hour long livestream that still has your body and muscles aching. your work laptop is in souya’s lap and you watch as he puts the final edits to the video description before finally pressing ‘post’. the two of you share one final kiss and that’s that.

the next morning when you wake up, you get a notification from the website, congratulating the two of you for the top spot on the site’s popular creators and that’s all it takes for you realize the success of your popularity doesn’t come from souya exclusively, but from the both of you.

#souya x reader #souya smut #souya kawata smut #souya kawata x reader #angry smut #angry x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev smut #anime smut #reupload bc i posted it too late if you saw the first version no you didnt #mon's words

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