#p.going-dark

[kinsurou]

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader (Female)

Word Count: 2.2k

Beta Reader: @xplosiveboy

Category: Smut.

Warnings: Dubcon (Just in case), Hate fucking, Thigh riding, Choking, Degradation, Edging, Scratching.

Summary: You never expected to run into your ex during this small vacation. Neither did you expect an old flame from the past to flicker back to life.

Here’s my contribution for the Haikyuu Headquarters NSFW Secret Santa! This is my gift for the wonderful @victoriawitch ! I’m not going to lie, I screamed after finding out you were my giftee but writing this fic was one of the greatest challenges and I hope you enjoy this little gift, babe. Thank you for being such a funny and amazing friend. Happy holidays!

A small flame ate its way through the pieces of lumber gathered in the fireplace. It crackled and flickered loudly, releasing golden embers that dissipated into the air as it kept growing, devouring its way across the burning wood with an insatiable hunger that filled the room with intense heat.

It’s the polar opposite of the raging snowstorm outside. The wild currents are crisp and frigid, just harsh enough to threaten anyone who dared step outside with a severe case of frostbite. A fine layer of frost grows on the outer part of the cabin’s windows.

The clear contrast in temperature was a perfect resemblance to the pair inside the cabin. Burning from the inside out as they spit cold harsh words to each other amidst the debauchery happening before the fireplace.

“I hate you so much…!” Your voice comes out as a whisper, with a chill as strong as the tempest outside.

“Your body says otherwise.” Ushi’s words were just as cold. Soon followed by the feeling of a big, veiny hand trailing its fingers across the soft skin of your behind. That same hand that stopped touching your body to reel back and gather enough force, before landing a barbaric smack against your skin, right between both cheeks.

Your own hands quickly covered your mouth to muffle the pained cries. God, if only it was possible to slap the smirk off this asshole’s face. Even though you didn’t see it, that arrogant smirk could easily be felt at the back of your skull, observing with sadistic glee as your body trembled under his touch.

He didn’t give your body a moment of ease and once again began his assault on your backside. Enjoying your pained cries with a cold-blooded satisfaction as every hit against the burning skin brought out more cries of pain, one after the other.

But rather than pain, the true emotion behind your cries was anger. Furious at yourself and your own body for being so weak against his ministrations. Your heart cried out in a cold rage when his hands kept tracing the outline of the burning handprint imprinted on your sensitive skin, raw from continuous torture by his spanking.

“If you hated this so much you could have left already…” He grunted as he squeezed fiercely on your thigh. “And yet you’re still here, laying on my lap like a good little bitch.”

“You fucker!” You quickly thrashed around in his lap intending to give Ushijima a piece of your mind. Just for his other hand to latch on the back of your neck, keeping it in place at the same time his middle finger prodded its way between your slick folds, brushing past the outer lips until it grazed the little bundle of nerves that made your back arch out in pleasure.

“Careful little one, don’t want to wake up the others. Do you?” He pungled that same finger inside your velvet walls and began pumping it slowly. Your toes curled in bliss by that thick finger torturing your cunt in the most delicious of ways. “Be a good little slut and stay still if you want to cum.”

“F-Fuck you!” It seemed your answer only irritated him, judging by the rough curl of the digit inside your cunt as it began pumping faster, the pace and the arousal dripping off your body made such a loud and humiliating squelching. You hated how easily he made our body quiver. You hated it just as much as you hated Ushijima himself.

Another thrust of his fingers sent you into a moaning frenzy. Your nails dug into the meat of his thigh in desperation as the coil in your stomach continued to burn your body with pleasure from the inside out.

“Keep telling yourself that you hate me, sweetheart. Maybe one day you’ll finally start to believe it...Right now you’re nothing more than a whiny bitch who’s desperate for my cock.” He gave your ass one last smack before pulling his fingers away from your cunt, ignoring the hushed complaints as your orgasm was ruined. “We used to be so much more, you and I. But then you decided to break up.”

“You know exactly why we did so in the first place...”

“Is that what you tell yourself every night? When there’s nobody else who can please you like I ever did?”

He sat down on the lounge’s carpet and pulled you along effortlessly, pushing his muscular legs in between yours. Then, he pulled your body by the hips to rock them back and forth against the ripped muscles of his thigh. 

“S-Stop…” The pressure against your clit clouded your thoughts like mist. Currents of heat flowed through your body whenever he tilted his leg, grinding it harder until you couldn’t hold back the whimpers.

“Is that what you want?” He stopped moving abruptly, gripping the meat of your ass hard enough to stop you from moving. “Stop lying, your body’s so eager and hungry for my cock. It craves me so badly that it’s pathetic.”

He rocked your hips again, chuckling to himself by your desperate cries for more of this depravity. Anyone could come in at any moment and he wouldn’t care, focusing all his attention on the way you rode his thigh desperately in a second attempt to chase that mind-blowing orgasm. Just to cry out again when you were denied of any release for a second time.

But before you could complain again he rolled you both over in an instant, trapping your frame -dwarfed in comparison to him- underneath his muscular body and the rough fabric of the carpet. When he kneeled forwards, his legs pressed against the back of your thighs and pushed them upwards. As his naked hips pressed closer, and you felt the weight of his hard member resting over your lower abdomen.

It was just as you remembered, with its tip all pink and throbbing in arousal, dribbling drops of precum over your skin, desperate to be buried in your velvet walls and cover them with his seed.

You released a loud gasp when his hand wrapped around your neck, rubbing circles over the side of your neck. It pressed harder against your throat with every intake of breath as he pushed his hips back and forth against your slick cunt. He couldn’t get enough of those angry moans and that frigid glare digging holes into his face.

“You keep glaring and cursing with all your might, and yet you haven't left. Even though I’ve given you chance after chance to leave. Wonder why…?”

He grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed it all around your folds, before guiding it towards your center, but he only pressed the tip against it without the slightest intention to sheathe his member all the way. Your moans and cries for his cock put his self-restraint to test, and he had to grip on your hips to press them down against the carpeted floor.

“Come one, little one...” He gave the tiniest of thrust, hissing out when your muscles clenched around the tip desperately. “Beg for it.”

His thumb pressed down harder right below your collarbone, applying enough pressure to provoke discomfort and briefly cut off your moans. “N-No…”

He glared at you through squinted eyes and pulled his hips back, before prodding his way into your sloppy cunt one more time, a little further this time until the whole tip was inside you. “Last chance...I could just leave you all hot and bothered, crying for the only cock able to satisfy your desires.” 

Tears rolled down the corners of your eyes when he applied more pressure on your throat. Desperate for the long yearned satisfaction, you finally gave in on his demands. With a brush of your tongue around your lips, Ushi finally got what he was asking for.

“Hurry up and fuck me already...please! I want you to fill me up like you used to-!!!” Your words were cut off by a rough push of his hips deep inside your walls. His cock pushed its way deep inside with an agonizing stretch that lit every inch of your body on fire.

“Much better.” Oh god. You missed this so much. The burn, the stretch, his nails digging into your thigh as he hooked your leg around his waist and slowly began rocking his hips back and forth. “Did you miss this? Being my little cockslut? Fuck...”

But answering became impossible when breathing became a luxury, supervised by the hand grasping painfully at your throat, bound to leave bruises upon the skin with its clutch. Your own hands gripped his wrist harshly, clawing their way up in mercy.

At this point, you didn’t care if anyone coming out of their rooms stumbled across the debauchery in the lounge; if they saw Ushijima’s enormous frame looming above yours as he kept ramming his girth as deep as possible inside your cunt. 

“You look so beautiful crying for my cock, it’s just like old times.”

“C-Caa!! Can’t...breathe…! Toshi!”

Hearing that nickname coming out of your lips made him stop moving altogether. It triggered something inside that ordered him to ruin you. Demanding payback for all those nights his only companion was his hand because nobody else could compare to the way your body took him.

Your moans became erratic along with the speed of his thrust. The force and speed kept pushing your body back and forth, chafing the skin of your back against the carpet in a desperate chase for release.

With a loud grunt, the hand at your neck pulled away and wrapped itself under your other thigh. The other leg he had previously wrapped around his waist was also pulled forwards, both limbs were quickly pressed up against your chest as he leaned forwards, crushing your body under his weight. A warm pair of lips kissed your battered neck before biting down on it.

His thrusts wavered as you cried out, coming undone all over his length and the rug. But he didn’t stop for a moment, instead, he rutted harder into your walls, repeatedly hitting your cervix.

It was a drunken haze to him, watching your eyes roll into the back of your skull and the alluring reflection of the flames on your sweaty, glistening skin, but the best part was the sting across his sides as your nails dug into the flesh with enough strength to draw blood.

You were like a drug to him, an obsession he couldn’t get rid of despite having parted ways years ago.

“T...Too much…! Can- hnng! Toshi…!”

“That’s it, baby girl. Just a little more…Shit!” As he felt his balls swelling eagerly, Ushi draped himself over you. Right as he reached his climax. He jolted forwards as close as possible with a feral grunt, completely burying his cock to release ropes after ropes of cum inside you. At the same time that a loud, blissful cry was muffled by your hands when a second climax wrecked your entire body.

The only thing perceived amidst the sex induced haze was the loud crackle of the fire and the warm, heavy breathing that tickled your ear whenever he breathed out.

“...Get off.”

His head was lifted from the spot over your shoulder. Eyes narrowed in confusion as he noticed the way you frowned. His weight was slowly lifted away...too slow for your liking, judging by the continuous, light smacks landing on his chest in sour haste.

“I said get off, dammit!”

He sat back on his haunches, watching you laying there with the cutest frown before crawling away to keep as much distance between you as possible.

For a moment neither of you said anything. The heat inside the room is the polar opposite of the icy-cold aura surrounding the two of you. If the weather could be reflected in your words, the room would be covered in fine layers of frost.

“This changes nothing between us...”

Your attempt to stand up was comical, like watching a newborn fawn taking its very first steps. Your legs quivered as you grabbed onto the couch’s arm, attempting to use it as support to stand up and go back to your room. If only you could find the discarded clothes…But the chances to look for your clothes blew out the window when a pair of strong arms picked you off the floor effortlessly. 

And you found yourself being carried bridal style by Ushijima. Whose eyes had lost that coldness inside, replaced by a competitive flame you’ve only witnessed a few times in your life when he had come face to face with the most formidable of rivals.

“Then I’ll just make them change...even if I have to make you mine all over again until sunrise.”

Before you could say anything back, he began making his way to his room, ready to set your body on fire all over again...

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[kinsurou]

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Word Count: 5.1K

Pairings: Suna Rintarou x Reader

Beta Reader: @kuroos-babygirl

Warnings: Smut (+18), Dubcon (Reader doesn't give verbal consent.) Coercion, Toxic Parental Figures, Use of weed, Alcohol, Unprotected sex, Corruption.

A sharp, unfaltering gaze followed your every move all the way back from the other side of the room. From the small fidgeting whenever anyone looked in your direction, to the way you would sip awkwardly at the red cup clasped between your hands, and the scrunch of distaste adorning your features because of the strong, bitter flavor of the drink.

But what else could you do when you’re surrounded by literal strangers, and the only person that can be considered your only friend was currently too busy straddling a guy’s lap, making out to her heart’s content and grinding against his lap...while they’re both sitting in front of you.

It was so awkward...and yet it was nearly impossible to look away from the two of them. The way her hips rocked against his lap as she pulled on his gray locks, or his veiny hands taking a firm hold of her hips. Watching her going at it with this guy was too much to handle.

Why did you let her drag you into this party to begin with? If your parents find out you snuck out of the house, they’ll kill you.

...Your parents.

That thought is quickly forgotten. Right now you just want to have another drink and drown the worries away. Standing up from the cushion, you quickly begin walking towards the kitchen, leaving behind the security of the couch as well as your occupied friend. 

To your relief, the kitchen isn’t as crowded as the rest of the house, where other people were just talking, some of them doing keg stands or playing drinking games. There’s even some of them laying around the floor or leaning against the walls, completely knocked out by the amount of alcohol they consumed.

Finally, you come across a mess of beer bottles and red cups all over the countertop, some of them thrown around carelessly, others are full with the alcohol you were desperately looking for. Rather than going back to your seat, you stay in the empty room, leaning back against the marble and taking a swig of a new cup, once again drinking in silence while swaying slightly to the beat of the music. Too distracted to realize someone else just walked in until their footsteps come relatively closer, stopping less than a few feet away from you.

“Isn’t it past midnight already, Cinderella?” 

You jolt in surprise, nearly crushing the cup with a tight grip until you recognize that voice and that cursed nickname. There’s only one person on campus who calls you that face to face. Frowning slightly as you look at the culprit, you come face to face with a pair of nonchalant, dark yellow eyes that are always looking out for other’ weak spots despite their absent facade.

“Stop calling me that, Suna.” You turn away from him, hoping that he’ll get the hint and walk away, but that heavy, piercing gaze never leaves your body. Instead, he just walked closer before stopping in front of you. He starts leaning forwards, that bored look on his face doesn’t change in the slightest while he traps you between the marble countertop and his broad torso. “G-Go away…”

But he just continues staring at you, not another word comes out of his lips before his face approaches yours. Cheeks brushing past each other’s so faintly that the touch almost goes unnoticed. When his warm breath brushes against the uncovered skin of your shoulders, you finally realize just how close he’s standing. But either he doesn’t notice or he just doesn’t care about the proximity, or the effects it has on your body. Such as the clenching between your thighs or the small hitch in your breathing.

It only lasted for a minute, and yet it feels like an eternity when he finally takes a step back, holding one of those familiar cups in hand. Both relief and disappointment radiate off your body when he finally takes a step back, but judging from the way he looks at you with a small glint in his eyes, Suna is perfectly aware of what he’s provoking.

“Disappointed much?” God, you wanted to smack that smirk off his face so badly. This is exactly why you try to avoid him in college as much as possible.

...As well as other reasons.

“You’re so easy to read that it’s not even a challenge.” The eye contact is never broken as he leans back against the sink, taking a sip of his own cup so nonchalantly. It was like he didn’t corner you in the first place. But you know better that Suna Rintarou never does anything by mere coincidence. “What are you doing here in the first place? I thought Cinderella wasn’t allowed to go to the party.”

“Yeah, well…” You don’t look at him as you answer. The less eye contact you could make with him, the better “She still attended, didn’t she?”

He chuckled quietly from his spot. It was such a low noise, barely audible despite standing so close to him. And yet something about it was just so captivating. You’ve never heard his laughter before, so this was definitely something new.

“No wonder everyone’s talking about you right now.” With those words, you fell right into his trap just like a butterfly on a spiderweb. Quickly turning around to find yourself into the same position as before. Trapped between marble and his warmth. This time he stood even closer than before, so close that you could smell an all too familiar scent that saturated every fiber of his clothes.

“It was too good to be true. The principal’s daughter coming to a party? Had to see with my own eyes.” He leans forwards again. The overwhelming proximity makes your heart beat rapidly against your chest with such strength, it’s a miracle Suna hasn’t said anything about it when he presses his own chest against yours. Or maybe he did notice, if the way he looks at your cleavage is any indicator.

“You’re so nervous, it feels like I’m looking at a little rabbit.” His fingers start playing with the hem of your blouse, brushing faintly against your hips. Every inch of your skin trembles by his touch. A part of your head tells you this is a bad idea, that you need to walk away and leave right this instant. But your body says otherwise, staying firm in place.

“N-No.” Your gaze is averted, focused on anything else but the man standing in front of you. “Please, I just want to leave...”

“Do you? Or maybe you’re just afraid.” Something brushes softly against the shell of your ear, it takes you a full minute to realize that feeling belongs to his lips, nibbling teasingly while his hands make their way up your back, fiddling with the clips of your bra. But he just keeps tugging at them playfully, not really set on taking off your clothes….at least not yet.

“Afraid of what your parents would say. Think nobody knows how they treat you?” his hands finally stop, just to delve down until they’re resting over your lower back. “You’re such a good girl who never causes trouble...it’s too good to be true if you ask me.”

He pulled your hips closer towards him, slipping one leg between your trembling legs. A sly smirk grew on his face once he began grinding his knee against your core, sweet friction drew out one of the sweetest, high-pitched gasps from you. A noise so sweet, dirty and addictive that he needed to hear more of them. So when you looked at him in the eye, Suna could barely control himself. “Don’t you want to let loose for once? Do you want to be my dirty little girl?”

“Suna, I…” He didn’t wait for an answer, capturing your silky lips into a fervent kiss, swallowing every single whimper you gave whenever that knee brushed lazily against your core. Everything he did quickly overwhelmed your body, triggering a chain of breath-taking sensations. Like the fluttering at the pit of your stomach, the uncontrollable shivers prickling your skin, and the waves of heat radiating off your face. Frankly, you wanted more of it.

...But just thinking about your parent’s reactions was enough to feel terrified. The constant pressure and beliting over the smallest things. Not getting a perfect score in all the exams? Lazy and irresponsible. Wearing something they deemed inappropriate? Attention seeker. You could still remember the one time you ran into Suna while he was smoking, the smell of his cigarette had tainted your clothes that day, but neither of your parents believed the claims of innocence, calling you such horrible things that the mere reminder could be enough to make anyone suffer a meltdown.

Having one of the harshest teachers as well as the principal themselves as your parents was a nightmare nobody would wish upon their worst enemy.

You mustered enough courage to place both hands on his chest, slightly pushing him away while trying so hard not to try and feel the chiseled muscles hidden underneath the black fabric of his shirt.

“Stop. They’ll kill me if they find out.”

“They don’t have to know.”

“But I don’t want to get in trouble again.”

“You’re already in trouble just being here, Cinderella.”

It was true. And you hated how true that statement was, sooner or later your father would find out and it would be chaos...but that didn’t do much to soothe that painful sensation at the pit of your stomach, slowly feeding off the sheer horror you felt at the idea of their constant beliting.

The trembling of your body didn’t go unnoticed by the guy standing between your legs. 

“Hey, you’re already in trouble...So let me help you relax, what do you say, Cinderella?” He kissed your jaw softly, lingering in place as he inhaled the soft scent of perfume. “Don’t you want to feel good for once? I know you’ll enjoy it.”

But he was only met with silence, neither were you looking at him again, instead your eyes stayed focused on the sink overflowing with empty bottles of liquor. Suna just huffed, pulling his hands back before he began stepping back, ready to go back to the living room with a sour mood, but that quickly vanished when he felt the tight clutch at the corner of his shirt.

With an eyebrow raised, he turned back to see you grabbing on his shirt, still avoiding his gaze as much as possible. But he could see it, the way your body said the contrary. You wanted this as much as he did, maybe even more. But the fear clouding your thoughts was making it hard to say anything.

And that gave Suna an idea.

“If you want this so bad, then I can give you a hand. What do you say Cinderella?” His fingers once again brushed against the uncovered skin of your shoulder. And when you made no move to stop his approaches, Suna knew he had won. “Good girl.”

He grabbed you softly by the wrist, determined to take things somewhere more private. Nobody seemed to pay attention anymore as you both walked across the halls. When he crossed the living room, Suna made eye contact with his silver haired friend, who was ever so busy with the girl sitting on his lap as she attacked his neck fervently. Both males just looked at each other and nodded silently before getting back to business. Osamu went back to making out with the girl, and Suna brought you along to one of the empty rooms.

The sound of a door being closed snapped you out of it. apart from the soft glow of the moonlight, the room was completely dark, but it was still possible to see the outline of some furniture placed around the room, the outline of a desk at the corner, some shelves and even a small couch near the window. It had to be some sort of study. Whose house was this in the first place…?

Out of nowhere, a strong smell began coming from your side, slowly making its presence well-known across the room. A strong smell that could come from one thing only.

And that was from the joint held between Suna’s fingers, the tip burned brightly in the darkness of the room, giving his sharp features this captivating, gentle glow akin to that from a fireplace in those fairytales you always used to read when you were but a small little girl, still full of nothing but hope and dreams for a brighter future.

Suna noticed the way your eyes lingered on the speck of light, following the smoky trail as it danced across the small breeze inside the room before dissipating, like it never existed in the first place.

“Here.” He put the joint in front of your face, not even blinking by the shocked expression on your face. Eyes wide open as you looked at it with sheer horror and panic. “This will help you relax, little rabbit.”

“...I thought I was Cinderella?”

“I thought you hated that nickname?”

He sighed in irritation, knowing exactly where this was going. You changed the subjects on purpose, trying to delay this for a bit longer. “Come on, it’s not like it’s gonna bite you.”

Slowly, you grabbed the joint from his hand. Carefully bringing it closer to your mouth and letting its weight rest over your lips for a moment, before inhaling deeply. Something you quickly regretted before coughing rapidly, suffocating on the smoke burning at the back of your throat. The room was filled with coughing and a laughing fit coming from the male sitting on the couch. When in the world did he sit down?

“How...ack!...How do you enjoy this crap?!” You wheezed painfully, glaring at Suna while he held the sides of his stomach, his body was shaking tremendously from his laughter that he nearly slid off the couch. Asshole…

Once he regained his breath, he got up from his seat and approached you again, taking the blunt away before you could throw it away, after all it had been expensive.

“Seriously Cinderella. You’re supposed to go slowly.” He pulled you along one more time. Sitting back on his previous spot as he helped position your legs to his sides so you straddled his lap just nicely enough for him to admire the sight in front of him. “I suppose you could use some help, mmm?”

You looked at him in both embarrassment and confusion. Watching him smoke that cursed thing so easily, no coughing fits, no choking on the smoke, nada. How long had he been doing this? All your attention was on the embers coming to life with his breathing, too focused on that precious light to notice the hand making its way around your back, casually tracing circles on your upper back.

That same hand pulled you again, this time with such care that it was impossible to resist the contact, not even when he pulled the blunt away before reaching out for your face, holding you close by the cheeks as your lips brushed against each others. You focused every bit of attention on that feather like touch, that was shortly followed by a fain gust of smoke. It felt so intimate being like this, being held so closely by someone you’ve known since high school, and being able to catch up after all this time wasn’t such a bad experience after all…

Then something in the air took a sharp turn when he closed the distance between your lips, once again capturing them with his own. But this time that weight on your shoulders was absent. That fear that always haunted your every action, every decision, every single thought, it was all gone.

For once in your life, you were not afraid anymore…

Your arms me their way around his neck, deepening the kiss with an intensity Suna didn’t even know was possible for someone as meek and quiet as you. No wonder people always joke that the quietest ones are the most perverse.

“Haha...That’s the spirit, Cinderella.”

The arms around your body pulled your hips down, grinding the spot between your legs against something hard, it didn’t take a genius to know where this was heading. You just let his arms guide you through it, enjoying the grinding of his growing erection and the low grunts he gave, easily muffled by the deafening music blaring through the other side of the door.

“Enjoying yourself?” If only you could see the mischievous smirk on his face when the only reply he got was a loud whimper. If only you could see the effect those little noises had on the male humping through your clothes, eager to get a taste of your body after all this time pining after you. “Fuck, you’re really into this, huh? You dirty little girl.”

Was it his words? The blunt finally starting to kick in? Both? Whatever it was, it made waves of heat radiate off your skin, covering it with a thin layer of sweat that made your clothes suffocating. Every fiber of these borrowed tight fitting clothes kept sticking oh so painfully over your body.

It felt like a torture having to part away from Suna, but these clothes had to leave. He had to admit watching as your top left your body was a delicious show, one he really wanted to take part in as he reached out to help remove your bottoms, leaving your body displayed to him, covered in nothing but a scandalous set of lingerie.

“Not so innocent, are you?”

As soon as you got within his arm’s reach, he pulled you back into his lap again. This time however, he had you sitting down between his open legs, with your bare back leaning against his chest. Not only did Suna have a way with words that could easily rile anyone up, but he also had a way to do wonders with his hands. 

The blunt was left over the window’s edge, forgotten in favor of your lace covered chest. Which he began squeezing softly, pinching the fabric over your nipples every time you released a whimper because of his intoxicating touches.

“Do you ever play with your nipples the same way you play with your pussy?”

“N-No…!”

“You’re an awful liar, Cinderella.” He slid one hand under your bra, pinching an erect nipple between his fingers while his other hand made his way to trace small circles over your panties, enjoying the feeling of damp fabric under his fingers. “You can tell a lot about people by looking them in the eye. You’re so desperate to be fucked silly.”

The lace over your chest is pulled upwards, releasing the soft mounds from their restraints with a soft bounce before a hand quickly latched on to one of them. Squeezing in sync with the fingers making their way inside the black lingerie, one began prodding its way between sloppy folds, gathering enough of your arousal before delving deeper into your cunt.

“Mmmm!….It feels so...weird.” Your back arches with each thrust of his finger against your soft walls “Suna, please!” Rather than slowing down he pushes another finger inside, thrusting and scissoring them at a leisurely pace to prepare you for the real thing.

“Come on, I know you can do better than that.” He swiftly wraps an arm under your chest as soon as your body starts writhing, buckling against the digits buried deep inside. The calloused texture, a result of his constant games of volleyball, provide additional stimulation. “Now, hold still. Look at you, taking my fingers so well.”

If only you could wipe that smirk of his face, but your hands were currently balled up into tight fists, nails digging painfully into the skin of your palms with ferocious strength, threatening to rip through the flesh at any moment. 

“Does it feel this good when you’re touching yourself?” You began squirming again, unable to take anymore of his touch, it’s too much, your body couldn’t take it anymore. It jerked furiously as it reached an orgasm, knocking the air out of your lungs with its strength.

If only you could see the look on Suna’s face as he leaned forwards over your shoulder, observing the heave of your chest with heightened desire. The throbbing in his pants turned unbearable when your walls clenched around his hand, soaking it with your sweet release that dripped down on the couch. 

God, he wanted to be inside you so badly. He wanted to ruin that sweet little hole, wreck it and fill it with his cum until the only thing that came out of your parted lips was his name.

“Ready for the best part, you little whore?” You were still too dazed to answer him, not even when he laid you face down on the couch, pulling your hips up to hook two fingers over the waistband of those soaked panties, pulling them away and taking them off before shoving them in his pocket. He grunted at the sight of those dripping folds, grabbing the flesh of your bare ass to get a better look at that slick cunt ready to be pleased. “I want to taste your pussy so badly, Cinderella.”

His hand left your skin just as quickly. You felt his weight leave the cushion, hearing the rustle of fabric even with the music from the party still blaring downstairs. One sound caught your attention among all the noise. The sound of a zipper being undone lures you attention like a sweet melody. And when your face follows the source you’re greeted by such an alluring sight of a well toned chest, with ripped muscles from years of training in the volleyball team despite Suna’s lean frame.

You wanted to run your hands acrossthem again, caress and kiss that bare skin. But Suna had other plans as he lowered both pants and boxers, sighing as his erection springs out with a small bounce, with a small bead of precum already dribbling down. He was quick to crawl over your naked body to begin grinding his shaft between your cheeks so you could feel the hard cock eager to be inside your velvet walls. “But as much as I’d love to have you sitting on my face. I can’t wait any longer, but neither can you right?”

He let out that signature chuckle when you buried your face into the arm rest and started mumbling to yourself, he could still make out something along the lines of “asshole”. 

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Cinderella.” He gathered more of your arousal between his fingers, occasionally rubbing a thumb against your clit to tease, ignoring the desperate pleads as he began pumping his cock, covering it with enough of your slick before pressing it down between your folds, with a quick thrust of his hips, he finally buried himself all the way in.

The fabric underneath your face muffed your cries of discomfort, pressed tightly against your face to the point it was hard to breathe. The stretch was so painful, so hot, but it was so fucking good, your body craved for more and Suna was eager to provide.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. You feel so good sucking in my cock like a good little slut.” He gripped your hips harshly, giving short, lazy thrust that made you cry out to him. “Tell me how good it feels to have me inside of you.”

“It feels...ngh! It feels great, Suna!” A hand smacked your ass painfully, leaving behind a burning sensation on the delicate skin. “Mmmm!”

“Wrong name, sweetheart.” He gave another thrust, a rougher one that pushed you forwards, nearly smacking your forehead against the arm rest. “Wanna try again? You better get it right this time.”

“R….Rin-!” A hand pressed firmly on your back while the other one tilted your hips upwards, it helped Suna brush against a different spot, one that brought tears to your eyes with every thrust. An arm reached back to hold on to him, just to be grabbed by the wrist and twisted behind your back, trapped in place while Suna began moving faster “Eh, close enough. Be grateful your pussy feels so good, otherwise I would’ve left already.”

“No!” You cried out, “Please Rin! Don’t stop, it feels so good!” You gave him a pleading look and tried moving your hips, just for a hand to smack the tender flesh of your ass, it was a warming to remain still. You’ve never been this bold before, why were you acting so different? Was it the effects of the blunt? Being railed in the middle of a party, where anyone could barge in at any moment?

“So you know your place, good.” you didn’t know it was possible to feel better than what you’re currently feeling, but Suna proved it was possible when he began pounding you harder, nearly pulling out his whole member until only the tip remained inside before slamming back against your abused hole.

He couldn’t take his eyes off your body, of the soft jiggling of your ass whenever he slammed back against it, the loud slapping of your skin, the way you moaned whenever he brushed against your cervix. It was too good, and he needed to preserve that image.

Your arm was released abruptly, and you quickly pulled it back to hold onto something else as the same warm feeling from before began spreading again, sending goosebumps through your whole body. If that wonderful feeling and the music hadn’t been a distraction, you would have heard the low beep of a smartphone filming everything. 

It started out at the spot where you both were connected, capturing the uncontrollable clenching of your cunt around Suna’s cock, the lewd mixture of your moans, grunts, the slapping of sweaty skin and one of the most vulgar songs to ever exist, slowly the camera went over those red marks all over your ass and hips, until it stopped at the back of your head, and the locks of hair bouncing around with each thrust.

“You look beautiful, Cinderella.” Suna cooed. “I wonder what They’d do if They knew you were with me right now.” He hissed in delight when you clenched tighter around him. “What would mommy and daddy think of you?” 

Anyone else would have cringed from thinking about their parents in the middle of sex, but Suna’s words stirred something twisted inside you. A wicked being yearning to make your parent’s life miserable and make them pay for everything.

Every single memory came back in a flash. From the memories of elementary school, where they expected nothing but the best but couldn’t bother to attend the school plays to the incident at college. 

That was the last straw, and the exact same reason why you sneaked out to this party to begin with, even borrowing an outfit from your friend that was perfect for the occasion. And look where that got you, to one hell of a good experience. Probably the first time you’ve been able to be yourself, not just a trophy child to be bragged about during Christmas dinner.

The same creature wanting to feed off your parent’s wrath kept whispering sweet nothings in your ear, sinister thoughts hidden behind honeyed words, craving to watch the world burn beneath your feet….In the end, not a single effort was ever enough to please your parent’s expectations...so, why bother?

Fuck it...Fuck it all.

“Harder, please fuck me harder Rin! Your cock feels amazing!” Suna blinked once, then twice, scoffing in amusement by the sudden twist in your mood, but who was he to complain? His phone was quickly shoved aside and ignored, not even remembering to stop filming as he leaned over your body. 

Those hard muscles you had been craving to touch were pressed firmly against your back, his toned arms resting around your head, and the chance to feel them up was certainly not missed.

With this angle, he reached places inside you that felt like the physical embodiment of paradise. Drool, sweat and tears covered your entire face when he found that one spot that took away your breath, and he began abusing it repeatedly. He too started getting closer to his release, and buried his face into your hair with a growl. His pace wavered bit….but he was so close, and so were you, judging from the desperation as you chanted his name over and over.

“Where do you want me to cum, my little whore? In you- Fuck! in your pussy? Your mouth? Your pretty pucker? I’ll put it wherever you want.”

That was it, you couldn’t take it anymore. Just thinking of it sent you over the edge. Your walls clamped down on his cock with such force that Suna had to stop moving. He would’ve loved to keep going for a little longer, but he couldn’t take it either.

“Rin!” With the last cry of his name, he pushed his whole body against yours, dropping his whole weight down as he finally came,  coating your insides with spurt after spurt of warm cum. Nothing seemed to matter as you laid on the soiled piece of furniture, trying to catch your breath in a dark room reeking of sex, sweat and weed.

It felt like an eternity had passed when Suna finally moved away and pulled out, watching in satisfaction as his cum began leaking, running down over your folds, your clit, eventually dripping down on the furniture with every spasm of your body.

The one thing that caught him off guard was when you hid your face away from him and began trembling in place, muffling some sniffles with the aid of the cushion. The fact you began crying caught him off guard for a moment, until your face turned to the side. And rather than crying, you were actually giggling like a mad woman.

You couldn’t stop that giddy smile. Cheeks burning furiously from everything you felt in that moment. For once in your life, you had the chance to experience freedom in the most intoxicating ways, and you wouldn’t change it for anything else.

“Everything okay, Cinderella?”

“Ahahaha...Yeah…” You turned over and laid on your back shortly after the laughter finally ceased, and turned back to him to watch that familiar joint between his fingers.

“Everything’s fine.”

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