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W.C › 6.4k

Warning › bottom male reader. Reader has a cock and is mentioned to have slept with girls and boys. No set character, this is an OC, but you can imagine anyone

Plot › basically just this idea I had but expanded

Kinks › manhandling, accidental creampie, cross dressing, lite feminization, mirror sex, hint of dom/sub relation

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To say you were a playboy was an understatement. New girl every week was you being nice. Now, as a senior, you didn’t care as much anymore.

Which led you to your current predicament.

You’d practically ran through the entire school by now and you were… bored.

The first years didn’t interest you. And you’d already gone through the pretty people in third and second year. It was looking like you’d have to start branching out to schools nearby.

A sigh left you as you plopped down at your seat, flicking at a lint of dust on your desk. It was lunch time and you weren’t feeling hungry. Well you were hungry for sex but not for food.

“Man, (L.Name), view this as a good thing! It’s lucky you haven’t gotten an STD by now.” Your friend, Ryun, said as he ate from his bento box. You only gave him a huff.

“I use condoms. They work, 99.9%!”

“Sure. I’m surprised none of the girls have gotten pregnant yet.”

Ryun let out a howl as you kicked his knee underneath the desk. “I fuck guys too! You should be wondering if I’m pregnant.”

“Wha—(L.Name), you can’t get pregnant.”

You shrugged. “You never know.”

“Are you insane?”

“Should you really be asking the resident slut that?” A voice cut in. Your eyebrows rose as you turned to see who was so bold to call you that only to see it was another one of your friends.

“Sana…! That’s so mean! I’m not a slut.” You whined as she plopped down at the desk beside you. She only gave you a knowing look before digging into her own bento.

“Ryun!” You looked straight at him. “Am I a slut?”

“Do you really want me to answer that…?”

“GAH!! Ryun~~~!” You whined, pouting heavily as you rubbed at your face in annoyance. The two ignored your childish behavior as you finally began to start eating your bento. It was a comfortable silence for a moment before a ding popped in your head.

“Oh no…” Ryun muttered, knowing that look in your eyes.

You leaned in close, grinning. “Guys.. This senior year, I should go for someone special!”

Sana sighed. “Who? Who haven’t you fucked by now?”

A teasing grin pulled on your lips as you motioned for them to come closer. As they pulled in, you looked around to make sure no one was ease dropping and giggled in excitement.

“Ito Yuki.”

A pin could be heard as Ryun and Sana stared at you for a moment. Their faces slowly contorting into something of pure disgust and disappointment.

“Him?! Student Council president, Ito Yuki?!” Sana whispered yelled.

“Mhm. I’ve never even noticed him before until now! You should’ve seen him. He still has those ugly glasses but he’s buffed up! What’s he training for?” You joked, laughing loudly in the quiet classroom.

Ryun groaned. “No way. Ito doesn’t date. Ever since he got ‘buff’ he has had girls tripping for him. But he’s turned them down! Every last one of them.”

Sana nodded in agreement. “Yeah. No way he’d get with you—especially with your reputation of dumping people after a week!”

“But that’s a good thing!” You cried. “If he’s never dated before, that means he’s a virgin!! Inexperienced!! Those are the best, especially in boys!”

“Gross, (L.Name).” The two said in unison.

You pouted. “Aah! You guys don’t understand!”

“I’d rather not,” Ryun countered.

“You’re just really perverted, (L.Name). And so weird. You won’t even let us call you by your first name.” Sana said, rolling her eyes.

“But he has no problem letting someone see his flat ass.” Ryun chuckled.

“My ass is not flat!” You gasped. “I’ll prove it—”

“—NO!!!”

You sat back down with a huff. Yeah, you were weird. Sana and Ryun, your friends since diapers didn’t use your first name. Only your mother and father did but you didn’t even like them saying it either. For some reason, it just sounds.. off hearing it from people.

There didn’t seem to be a real reason. You just didn’t like it. Though you’ve been hoping that one day someone would say your first name and you wouldn’t immediately grimace.

Oh well. You had more pressing matters.

And that was Student Council President Ito Yuki.

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“How are you going to ask him out?” Ryun asked, pulling out his bento. It’s been a week since your declaration to take Ito Yuki’s virginity but you haven’t really done anything. Mainly because he’s always doing student council president shit. Always so busy.

“Like how I ask everyone out.” You said, popping a grape into your mouth.

“Serious?” Sana gasped. “That unromantic shit you do? Gosh, people here have such low standards. I hope he rejects you.”

You gave her a tight glare and threw a grape at her, grinning when it hit her right on her nose. You weren’t unromantic so to say. But… your proposals left much to desire. You had a a short and sweet line.

“Hey, you’re hot. Wanna make out?”

You thought it was romantic but Sana believed the students here just didn’t have enough self respect. Both were probably true.

“Why would anyone reject this?” You sensually pull down your blazer to show off your collarbone and give Sana a flirty lip bite. She gagged immediately.

Ryun hummed. “I can think of many reasons why someone would reject you.”

“Ack! You two suck! Where’s the motivation?! ‘Ah, (L.Name), you’re so hot!! Who would ever say no to you?!’ Like huh??”

“You don’t need anymore compliments. Your head is about damn near jelly from your narcissism.” Ryun said.

You rolled your eyes. Tough crowd. The three of you continued on with lunch when there was a sudden shrill voice. You looked at Sana and Ryun before moving to the sliding door of the classroom, sliding it open and looking out the hallway.

And there he was.

Student Council President Ito Yuki.

A soft mop of jet black hair with over grown bangs. Mono lid eyes that resembled a fox eye. A beauty mark right underneath his right eye. Plump lips. Cheekbones. He still had those stupid circular glasses. His body, though. His body was insane. He wasn’t crazy buff but he certainly put on weight compared to his stick thin body from first year. He practically had boobs (pecs) now!

He was taller too. Maybe 182 cm…?

A group of girls followed behind him, all holding letters that they waved to try and give to him. Huh, was today? Fuck, it was Valentine’s Day!!

You cursed as you watched Ito Yuki continue to walk and ignore the girls, passively pushing away any one that got too close. You didn’t have shit to give him.

Also it wasn’t White Day so it would’ve been weird if you did… but boys can do Valentine’s Day too..? Right?

Ah, fuck it.

“(L.Name)?!” Ryun whispered as you stepped out into the hallway, right as Ito Yuki come close to passing your classroom.

“What are you doing??” Sana yelled, covering her mouth when a few students looked at her in surprise.

You squared your shoulders and stood up tall, only now noticing you only came up to his chest. Ah, you were a perfect height to suck on his—

Not now, (L.Name)!

Even in your thoughts you didn’t even use your first name. You let out a sigh and gave Ito Yuki your signature flirty smirk. Your eyes peering up at him, giving yourself a cute look. You had multiple ways of flirting, especially when it came to boys or girls.

A true bisexual playboy!

“Ito-San.” You said, blinking slightly to flutter your eyelashes. Ito seemed to be focusing on something else in his mind despite his eyes on you. Well you can’t have that.

You leaned in closer, resting your hand on his arm. You felt him visibly twitch at your touch, earning a slight grin on your lips. Too easy. There was whispering happening around you but you didn’t care. You’ve asked out people in public spaces loads of times.

This… was a piece of a cake.

“Ito-San… you’re—”

“—hot?”

You blinked, staring up at him in shock. Did he just? Your lips parted as you short circuited—should you continue or just come up with something on the fly? A slight gasp left you as his hand reached up and grabbed the back of your head, bringing you closer.

The crowd erupted into gasps, even Ryun and Sana looked absolutely shocked. You couldn’t even think. Someone.. was taking control? You—you—??!?

His breath tickled your ears as your eyes clinched shut, your hands digging into his blazer as you let out a stuttered breath. You could’ve sworn you heard him chuckle.

“Sure. Let’s make out.” He said, loud enough for only you to hear. With that, he pulled away, his hand gently rubbing the back of your head before dropping. His face was stoic, his lips straight but you could almost see a slight smirk on them as he walked past you.

It was hushed whispers as everyone dispersed as soon as the school bell rang, signaling lunch was over. Ryun and Sana ran over to you, Sana gripping your shoulders as she shook you.

“Hey, what the hell was that?!” She cried.

You only let out a whimper, looking at the both of them in pure shock. “I…I don’t know…”

“Wow. Ito Yuki changed. He put (L.Name) in his place!” Ryun laughed, patting you on the back. “So? He rejected you?”

Right. They didn’t hear him. You paused, almost wondering if you should tell them. Would they believe you? Sana and Ryun looked at you expectedly.

“Yea…” You muttered, laughing slightly. “He rejected me.” You looked down as Sana rubbed your shoulders in a comforting manner. Ryun just patted your head as they steered you back to the classroom.

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“I..Ito Yuki?!”

You glanced up as you heard your classmates exclaim in shock. Ito… Yuki? It had only been a week since that incident happened and you hadn’t seen Ito a lot. But that was to be expected. He was in 3-A, smartest of the third years and c student council president.

Sana and Ryun were geeking out beside you as Ito walked into the classroom, heading straight towards you. You felt weird. Not uncomfortable but odd. Like your body was… scared of him? But it wasn’t a bad scared. It reminded you of going on a rollercoaster.

The fear during but the ecstasy afterwards.

“(L.Name).”

Oh. That’s a first. You didn’t like hearing him say that. Huh.

“H..Hello, Ito-San.” You muttered, your grip tightening on your bag as he looked at you. His gaze was intense, even with his overgrown bangs. You wished those bangs covered his eyes more.

“Let’s go on a date.”

The classroom erupted into screams at his words. Date?! Date with you of all people?! No one even cared that Ito was surprisingly into men. No, it was surprising he would go for someone like you. The school campus’s proud playboy that was barely passing through school!

You didn’t even get to answer as his hand grabbed your wrist and began tugging you along. Your eyes met Sana and Ryun who looked at you with pure shock. You couldn’t blame them.

You’ve never really gone on dates before. Sure, at the beginning in first year when you were starting out your slut activities. But by second year, anyone who dated you knew that you mostly wanted them for sex. So to have Ito Yuki, of all people, coming to date you was… shocking.

Also fake. It had to be fake.

Yeouch!

Not fake. Not fake at all.

This was how you’d soon find yourself in a movie theater. Ito had something about liking movie dates and there was a movie he wanted to watch. A horror movie maybe? You couldn’t pay attention. You sat down beside him, staring off into space as the movie began playing.

It was an American movie, judging by the fact you couldn’t understand them. You glanced up at the screen, seeing the subtitles on the right. Ah, a slasher. You’ve seen multiple slashers so you knew the format like you knew blowjobs.

But you didn’t expect Ito to be interested in this type of stuff. You glanced over at him, watching as he stared straight at the screen, occasionally taking a sip from his soda. Huh, he’s zoned in.

You sighed and decided to get comfortable. Lucky for you, most slashers knew not to over stay their welcome. So you began watching, occasionally glancing at the other moviegoers who decided to watch a slasher at 5:00 pm on a Friday.

Mainly older couples. A few high schools students. And what you could assume some college students.

A hand grazed your thigh which caused you to let out a loud gasp. Luckily a jumpscare drowned you out. You looked down to see the arm rest pulled up that blocked you from Ito and his hand resting just an inch from your thigh.

Huh. What did he..?

You didn’t get to think any further when another loud jumpscare filled the theater. Your attention turned right as a poor woman was sawed in half. Oh, what a way to die. There continued to be gorey deaths that you forgot all about Ito’s strange decision to pull up the armrest.

Not until the movie cut to a random couple having sex in the car. Ah, you knew kills like this. Directors seemed to love having naked women run for their life after their boyfriend is killed.

There’s probably something wrong about that.

Before you could delve deeper into this question you felt a hand rest on your thighs. Just as you were about to even look down, the hand moved to your crotch and squeezed. A gasped left you that was coincidentally timed with the actress’s.

Has Ito’s hands always been this big? You let out a sharp shudder as you watched him grope your crotch. Really, you should’ve pushed him away. But you were just shocked that someone like Ito would be doing this.

And in a weird way, you did… like it? But it didn’t last long, just as the actress was killed by the killer, Ito pulled away. You couldn’t help your slight whimper as you glanced over at him. He didn’t even spare you a look.

Jerk.

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“You went on a date?!”

You sighed as you rubbed your eyes, staring at the two clowns in your room. Ryun and Sana had a spare key to your home—thanks mom!—so they didn’t even need to wait for you to open it. It was the next day after your date with Ito. It ended a bit unsatisfactory.

He just walked you home and waved goodbye. He didn’t even give you his number.

“Yea… he literally said that yesterday after class.” You whined, wanting to just plop back down and sleep. You masturbated all night last night, wishing he had touched you more. Which was a fucking first. You usually never have a wet dream about your partners.

“Wow… maybe, Ito-San likes you?” Ryun muttered, biting his lip as he sat down on your bed.

“Ito-San and (L.Name)?! That’s crazy.” Sana exclaimed. “But Ito-San isn’t someone to prank around.”

You couldn’t help but smirk. “Mhm~ maybe this sexy body has him curious.” You teased, sending a flirty wink to Ryun. He looked at you with pure disgust.

“Yeah, right.” Ryun grabbed a pillow and threw it at your face. “If he does, I owe you dinner for a week.”

“Deal!”

“Oh,” Sana suddenly muttered. “Wouldn’t yesterday be the start of the week? So you’ll break up with him next week Friday?”

You pursed your lips. Yeah, she was right. But why did you suddenly hate the idea of leaving him? You only gave a noncommittal nod and get out of bed, wanting to just take a shower and wash off the masturbation from last night.

Ito had to have know about you. He knew your usual phrase when asking someone out.

Well, you had the rest of the week to find out what he wanted from you.

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Technically you didn’t. Because it was already next Friday and he didn’t come for you at all. It wasn’t like you could call him either—you didn’t have his phone number. Sana and Ryun could tell it was affecting you but you didn’t even know why.

You’ve dealt with this. Sometimes the weekly partner ended up being just one night. And sure, you got a bit upset the next day but you’d bounce right back right after. You didn’t understand at all.

“(L.Name).”

You glanced over to see Ito Yuki staring down at you. Your classmates seemed able to not scream like last time. But their phones were out and were whispering to each other.

“I..Ito-San..?” You slowly stood up, looking up at him in shock. You should’ve been mad but you felt your heart flutter. Wow, you must’ve really wanted his dick.

“Let’s go to my house.” He said, which earned a round of gasps. Sana and Ryun looked like deers in headlights. You could only nod as he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the classroom.

Damn, Ito Yuki. He’s probably the only partner that ever had you this bad over dick. And you haven’t even had it yet! Shame it was the last day.

Once you reached his house, you were shocked at how big it was. “Wow… Ito-San, are your parents rich?” You asked, slipping off your shoes as you walked behind him.

“Yuki.”

“Hm?” You replied, grunting when you bumped into him.

“We’re dating, no? So call me by my given name. That’s what couples do.” It—Yuki said nonchalantly, moving to go to the kitchen. You followed right behind him, unable to hide the growing heat on your face. This.. this was a first.

Would he do the same…? You hoped he would.

Much to your surprise, Yuki began making dinner for you. It wasn’t anything difficult, just chicken Katsu curry. You tried to help but he quite literally manhandled you to sit down at the dining table. If there was a growing bulge in your pants you quickly decided to ignore it.

After he finished, he placed a bowl in front of you and sat down beside you. You ate in complete silent. It was a bit uncomfortable because you weren’t used to dinners like this but it gave you perfect view of Yuki.

He looked so pretty? You weren’t sure. He had pulled his bangs back with a cute hello kitty pin and you couldn’t help but wonder who gave him that. He didn’t seem like the boy to like cute stuff. You were able to see his eyes better now—fox like eyes staring right at you.

You coughed slightly and looked down at your curry. “Hm, this is good curry, Yuki. Who, uh, taught you how to make it?”

“My mom.”

“Oh. Where’s your parents?”

“They’re out for the weekend.” He said, his eyes trailing down your face, right to your lips. “They won’t be back until Monday.”

Oh? A slight shudder left your body as your back straightened. The whole weekend? Did he not want this to last the week?

“But today is a full week?”

Yuki hummed. “Since we started dating? Yeah, do you like those type of things?”

“Eh?”

“Keeping track of how long we’ve been together? Do you like doing that? I can do it for you.” He said, finishing his plate off.

“Uh—”

“Sorry I couldn’t meet you during the week, I had to help plan the festival coming up.” He reached over and grabbed your plate. The plates clinked together as he carried them to the sink, gently dropping them in.

Before you could stand up, you felt Yuki rest his chin on your shoulder. You flinched at the touch but calmed down as his nose nuzzled your neck. A giggle left your lips at the ticklish touch. He pressed a kiss on your collarbone before pulling away, motioning for you to get up.

“Do you,” he muttered, reaching over and grabbing the back of your head. “want to make out?” You didn’t even think before eagerly nodding, looking up at him expectantly. He pressed his lips against yours with ease. His glasses pushed against your face but you didn’t find it in yourself to care.

Your hand slowly reached up his body before resting themselves on his shoulders, fingers curling at his button up. Your lips locked with his, easily moving in tandem without pulling apart. Breathing didn’t seem important at the moment.

You hadn’t even noticed you were standing on your toes until the pressure on them began to hurt. A struggled gasp left you as you pulled away, needing to catch a breath while also resting back on the balls of your feet. But Yuki immediately chased your lips, sacrificing his back as he bent down.

His hands gripped your waist, his thumbs digging into your skin. When did he even pull open your shirt? You didn’t get to think with how eager he was kissing you. It felt like you were the inexperienced one with how easily he was taking control.

“Y-Yuki.” You managed to moan into his lips, pulling away to breathe. A giggle left you when he subconsciously chased after your lips again but you pressed a finger against his. “Wait a minute.”

It was different—but in a good way. You were always the one in control during make outs. People were the one to pull away after you made them breathless. It was exciting for it to be the opposite.

“Are you…?” You whispered, wanting to make sure.

Sure, you were a degenerate who liked having sex with virgins, but you always toned yourself down when you did. Treat them like glass unless stated otherwise was your motto!

Yuki hummed. “Virgin? Yeah.”

“Do you know how—?”

“—I’m a virgin, not an idiot.”

You pouted. “I was just checking. Your first time needs to be good.”

“It’s already good.” He whispered, a slight smirk on his lips when you looked away in embarrassment. “But it could be better.”

“Hm? Better how?”

For the first time ever, you saw Yuki’s lips pull into a full smirk. Oh no.

Oh no indeed…

In front of you on the bed was a dress. A cute dress. But a dress nonetheless. It was white with a black bow on the chest. Frilly ends on the sleeves. Paired with white stockings.

The outfit reminded you of something but you didn’t know what.

You dated a lot of people. You’ve done strange shit because of people’s kinks. This, was tame. You shuddered at the time you dressed like a dog. Not even just dog ears and a tail… a full on dog.

Honestly this was a breath of fresh air. So you huffed and slipped out of your clothes, putting on the outfit with ease. Hm, it fit perfectly. You briefly wondered if Yuki somehow had your measurements.

“I’m dressed, Yuki.” You called, slipping on the last stockings. There was a mirror on the closet door. You moved over and couldn’t help but twirl. The dress really was cute. You took in the detailing of the dress and noticed a slight stain on one of the sleeves. But how could it have gotten a stain? Did Yuki make other people wear this?

That left a bitter taste in your mouth. Just because he was a virgin didn’t mean he hadn’t fooled around before. Which you couldn’t judge. That was your reputation!

A pair of arms wrapped around your waist causing you to flinch. Yuki hummed as he looked at you from the mirror. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, his face still stoic. But the way his hands gripped your waist and body as it trailed around you.

“It still fits.” He suddenly muttered. “I was worried you would’ve grown too much since then.”

“Huh? Grown?”

“You don’t remember it?” His hands gripped your waist as he easily spun you around to face him. “First year. School festival.”

Festival? You stared at him confused for a moment before gasping in disbelief. “No way! You kept this?! I thought I threw it out?!” You said, pulling at the fabric in pure shock.

In your first year, your class did a maid cafe, but instead of girls, it was boys as the maids. You played as the head maid because you looked more girlish compared to everyone when you wore the wig. It was fun but you didn’t see the use in keeping the dress after so you threw it up.

Apparently Yuki found it.

“You did. I just grabbed it before they took out the trash. I would’ve saved the wig too..” he muttered, a slight pout on his lips.

You couldn’t help the slight scoff leaving you. “Wig? Do you want me to be a girl?”

“No. You just looked… cute. I like cute things.” He said, shrugging. “You just look cuter feminine.”

“But I don’t even remember you at the festival.”

Yuki hummed. “How could you? I was shorter than you back then. But I remember you. The cute head maid flaunting his cute little dress in front of everyone.”

You blushed. “I wouldn’t say I flaunted it…”

“Really? I think you were a lot of guys awakening that day. So many eyes on you.” His hands tugged at the bottom of the skirt. “Hm, you grew in height. It’s much shorter now.”

You reached down and noticed that it was resting just at the end of your ass. Certainly shorter than in first year when it was closer to your knees. Well at least you can say you did have a growth spurt… just nothing compared to Yuki’s.

“So, you want to have sex with me in it?”

“Mhm. I’ve masturbated to you wearing it for years now.”

You sputtered in shock, watching as Yuki moved away to possibly grab a condom and lube. This Ito Yuki was nothing to the one you thought you knew back at school. The way he could say it so casually made you feel some type of way. But you couldn’t explain it.

Gosh, you’d assume you’re the virgin.

With a slight pep talk in your mind, you squared your shoulders and stormed over to Yuki. He looked over at you and tilted his head, opening his lips to ask something but you pushed him down on the bed. Though you had to use a lot of strength for that—jeez, how tough was he?

You straddled his hips and grinned, looking down at him. “Don’t worry, Yuki~! I’ll make your first time special.” You whispered, gently rubbing your ass against his growing bulge.

Yuki seemed to want to say something but you kissed him, helping him pull off his pants. You knew what to do. You’ve done this so many times it was practically second nature. When you slipped off his boxers, you almost whimpered at the sight.

It was bigger than any you’ve seen before. That stereotype of slender men having bigger dicks didn’t seem like an internet lie anymore. You wondered if it looked bigger when he was thinner and didn’t have the lean muscle he had now.

Shit.

“Are you ready for your first blowjob?” You asked, smirking slightly. You expected him to finally start acting like a blushing virgin but he looked more so bored? Huh?

“Another time. I wanna be in you.”

You felt your cheeks flush. He wanted you quickly, huh? That’s a first. There were even times guys just wanted a blowjob from you and nothing else. This was, interesting to say the least. You gave him a hum and pulled down your own boxers, pulling up the dress.

You felt his eyes zero in on your body as you grabbed the lube and squirt some on your fingers. This was the best. Having someone watch you as you got yourself ready for them. You didn’t waste anytime, easily slipping in two fingers inside your hole. A grunt left you but you kept going, easily stretching yourself out.

If Yuki wanted to be inside, he’d get it. Besides, who doesn’t like a little bit of pain?

The dress was sticking to your skin already and you hadn’t even got his cock inside you yet. It was thin and a bit cheap in material but it certainly knew how to make you warm.

You reached over and grabbed the condom on the nightstand, easily tearing it open with your teeth. The slight eyebrow raise from Yuki made you smirk. It was a habit that you gained from sleeping around so much. Also past partners said it was sexy so you kept doing it.

What works, works!

After finally slipping the condom onto his cock, which surprisingly fit, you moved up to level your ass with his cock. You gave him a slight smile and rest your hand on his chest.

“You can always tell me to stop, okay?” You whispered, making sure he heard you. Yuki only gave you a nod, a look of impatience in his eyes.

Not wanting to make him anymore restless, you wordlessly began to sink down onto his cock. A short gasp filled the room as your fingers gripped his shirt. He was huge but feeling it inside was a whole different experience. You haven’t slept with a guy in a minute so you certainly felt a bit nervous than normal.

But it was fine.

The sight of Yuki was pretty to say the least. He still had on his stupid glasses, the hello kitty pin that held back his bangs. His face was already sweaty while his lips pulled into a slight grimace.

Ah, you knew the face well.

You leaned in close to him—your noses touching.

“Good? It’ll get better from here.” You grinned, leaning back as you slowly rolled your hips.

Except it didn’t really..?

It had to have been maybe ten minutes and Yuki hadn’t cummed at all. You came once which was embarrassing since you weren’t used to cumming before your partners. But you thought maybe he was just nervous so you kept bouncing on his cock.

But by the ten minute mark, he looked bored.

You thought you were imagining it but no, you could tell he was zoning out. His eyes were focused on you but he wasn’t reacting. Even when you picked up the pace, he didn’t even grunt.

A wave of embarrassment mixed in with anger flared within you. You stilled your hips to a stop, finally earning Yuki’s attention as he blinked and actually paid attention to you.

“Seriously…” You grunted, rolling your eyes. “If I’m that boring, you take over!” You were so used to being in control that you actually didn’t want him to take over. Really you wanted to go home, fully embarrassed that in the first time in forever, your partner wasn’t satisfied.

The hands that once laid on your thighs without any grip slowly moved upwards, digging its’ nails into the free upper thigh that wasn’t covered by your knee socks. You let out a surprised grunt at the pain but you didn’t even get to say anything about it before they trail up and grip your waist.

A gasp leaves you when you feel his hips slam up into you.

“Wh—?”

Colors blur as you feel yourself be pushed down onto the bed, your head bouncing slightly from the fast movement. Your legs are grabbed and pushed up, almost knocking yourself in the face.

“Yuki..!” You managed to cry out at his manhandling but he doesn’t seem to care at the moment. You can only watch as he takes off the hair clip and carelessly tosses it away. His bangs fall over his eyes and to your dismay, you can’t see them this time.

Doesn’t help the bedroom is only lit by a small lamp on the nightstand. The shadows practically cover his upper face beside his lips. You can see a slight glint in his glasses but he soon removed them as well, gently resting them on the nightstand.

It’s weird. Your stomach starts to feel weird again. That same feeling when he pulled you close on Valentine’s Day. What was this?

A quick slap of skin bleeds into the room as your thoughts are jumbled before you could even think. You could’ve sworn you heard a cry—like a high pitched voice. Was that?

Yeah, it was you.

Your back arched as Yuki slammed his cock inside you in a constant rhythm. There was cries and whimpers coming straight from you in tandem with his thrusts. You’ve never sounded like this before—you didn’t even think you could make a sound like this.

Your eyes began to water as you pressed your hand against your lips, wanting to muffle the new strange sounds coming.

“Hey…” Yuki’s thrusting slowed down as he reached over and grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away. “Did I say you can do that?” His fingers tightened around your wrist, earning a slight squeak from you in pain.

A laugh filled the room. A boyish smile appearing on Yuki’s lips. He looked so scary like this. No eyes for you to look in. Just the sight of his lips being your only way of knowing how he’s feeling.

“You’re so cute. Like a little hamster.”

“H..Hamster..?”

“Mhm.” His thrusting began again, filling the room with the sounds of squelching and skin slapping. “Cute little hamster. Squishy.”

“Squish—!”

A whimper left you as your toes curled. Shit, you were cumming already?! You let out a grunt and turned your head to the side, wanting to just bury it in the soft bedsheets beneath you.

“Two already.” Yuki said absentmindedly, his hands releasing your thighs as he slowed down his thrusting. You glanced over at him, seeing his hands trail up your body. They were veiny. Larger than yours. He could hold both of your wrists with one hand. You shuddered at the thought.

“Don’t make fun of me.” You whispered, hoping he would just cum already.

Yuki hummed. “I’m making fun of you?” He asked, genuinely confused. You wish you could see his eyes—just to see a glimpse into what he’s thinking. But all you get a little smile.

“I’m not making fun of you. I’m keeping count.” His hands reached the top of your collar, slowly tightening around it. You hummed, wondering what he was about to do. “So I can give you more next time.”

“Give me more?”

“Mhm.”

The sound of fabric tearing caught your attention as you glanced down and saw your dress being torn apart by Yuki’s hands. It started off slow, as if he was fighting the seams before easily pulling it apart once he reached the middle.

A strangled moan left you at the show of strength. Oh man. How could you survive any longer with this guy?

“Yuki!”

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” He said, leaning down as he pressed kisses on your bare skin. Your toes curled as you gripped at the bed sheets beneath you. “I’ll buy you prettier dresses.”

A breathy whimper left your lips. “There’ll be a next time?”

“Why wouldn’t there be? You’re my boyfriend.” He pulled out his cock and easily flipped you to rest on the side of your stomach. He plopped down behind you and raised one of your legs, slotting himself easily back into your tight heat.

“Y… You actually like me..?” You muttered, gasping as he begins a slow and steady pace, resting his chin on your shoulder.

Yuki simply hummed. “I wanna fuck you. We can talk later.” He said bluntly. You shrieked as he captured your lips into a kiss and began fucking you in a harsh pace.

The sounds of skin slapping and your muffled moans filled the room. Your fingers digging into the bed while his dug into your skin. There was a slight burn on your thighs and you weren’t sure if he possibly broke your skin from just how hard he gripped you.

You pulled away from the kiss, needing to catch your breath when you noticed why Yuki had put you in this position. The fucking mirror.

Damn pervert.

You couldn’t really hide yourself, not with his arm holding you up. All you could do was kiss him again, not having to see your fucked out expression. It didn’t take long for you to reach another orgasm with ease, the cum coating your stomach in a sight of white liquid.

A whimper left your sore throat as Yuki maneuvered you to rest on your knees as he continued fucking into you. Finally, you buried your face into the sheets, biting them to muffle your moans.

“I’m close. Just a little more, (Name)-Chan.”

Yuki let out a surprised grunt when he felt you tighten around his cock. You whimpered in embarrassment, squeezing your eyes shut. No way. No way that your body just did that.

A slight chuckle left Yuki as he draped his chest against your back, his chin resting on your shoulder. “So cute, (Name)-Chan.” With that, he pulled away and gripped your hips as he chased his own release. It didn’t take too long, his grunts mixing in with your cries.

His hips slammed against your ass as he groaned, finally reaching his orgasm. You hummed before feeling something wet coat your insides. Yuki pulled away and hummed.

“It broke.”

You turned around, seeing him hold a broken condom. “It broke?!” You cried, moving to sit up only to wince in pain. “Yuki… why are you so calm?!”

“It’s fine. It looks pretty.” He said, pointing at the cum slowly leaking from your ass.

“Pervert!”

“Mhm.” He pushed up his sweaty bangs and sighed, his eyes finally meeting yours. “Shower?”

“Yeah. Uhm, are we… a couple?”

“Yeah.” He got off the bed and leaned over to you, a slight smirk on his lips. “I’m the only man you can be a slut for from now on.”

“I’m not a slut!”

Yuki only gave you a shrug before walking away to start the bath. Well, it looked like you weren’t a playboy anymore.

But it felt good.

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First fic back!! Way longer than it needed to be… hope yall like Yuki. I kinda want to make him into a full OC, but I’ll see.

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i choose you - part 3 | minatozaki sana

summary: a darkness in sana's past comes back into light

pairing: heiress!sana x reader

themes: blood, murder, gore, knives, arranged marriage au, fluff, angst, tension, lots of elitism, conglomerate power-hungry side characters, implied sex, misamo!

wc: 5.9k

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you stare at her as she stares at you back. the eyes of a woman who's held her domain for decades, bursting in power through the new age of technology. her eyes are still as sharp as ever, despite her age. it's how she's kept her power for so long.

long brushes of the tea cup lid against the cup, nursing a cup of sencha.

"tell me, how devoted are you to the mintaozaki clan." she continues to swirl the tea in the porcelain cup. her eyes never leaving yours.

you stare at her, but also to take a glance at the elders of the minatozaki clan all staring at you. strong eyes and the crest pinned to their delicate fabrics.

momo and mina are sat on the second row of chairs lining the edges of the room. various council advisors and distant family members sat in the back corners as well.

"i would lay my life on the line for the minatozakis." she stops her swirling. the gentle drop of the lid back onto the cup as she sets it down next to her.

with the flick of her wrist, a man shuffles towards, head bowed as he hands her a folder. the sound of papers being flipped through while you keep your eyes trained on the floor.

all around are eyes peering in, a dare. they stare, daring you to make any sign of weakness, you keep your eyes unwavering as you wait. it's so quiet that an outsider would expect no one in this room. you can even hear the faint sound of wind outside.

"let me rephrase. would you survive for the minatozaki clan." she places the paper down. eyes instantly back on you.

"until my last dying breath. i would utter it for the minatozaki name." you say, staring at her with intensity of a thousand flames. you think of sana, of haruto and hanako. the person you have become since being part of the family.

the matriach leans back into her chair. and you stare, for any sign of emotion. the way her eyes remain neutral and unchanging, hands comfortably laying on her lap. her feet tucked together and that large pendant on her neck.

"understood." another flick of the wrist. a different man walks forward, head bowed just like the last.

his head low as he presents a tanto with both hands. the six inch double edged blade. a long dagger, sheathed in dark brown wooden scabbard.

lined with the proud name of the minatozaki clan in hiragana, etched into the layered metal. she holds it within her palms, unsheathing it and holding it out.

"do you know of the etching tradition?" she says as she feels for the blade, the tip piercing enough of her skin to let out a drip of blood. she wraps it into a cloth as she goes back to staring at you.

"no, i do not." you've never even heard of the tradition to begin with. eyeing sana from the corner of your eye but she keeps her eyes focused on her mother.

"present." and then the cacophony of hands folding up their arm sleeves, and the turning of their forearm towards the matriarch, you can barely see it, but it's there. the scarred skin in the symbol of the minatozaki crest, just in the center of everyone's right forearm.

a glance to your right, and you notice it on sana's forearm, it's always been there. even in the curiosity you never asked, always wondering how she had a perfect scarring of her family name. the way it stretches across her arm, like a branding.

like an imprint of being in a cult, you look back at the matriarch.

upon her forearm, the same name is etched deeply, a long stretch of scars lining around it, never touching the name directly. the room all around you, are filled with minatozakis, each and everyone one of them.

"the minatozaki name will be etched into your skin. do not show weakness." the matriarch calls you forth, you rise to your feet, making quick steps to her. kneeling before her as you present your arm, to which she gently rubs over.

the tanto digs into your arm, and you grind your teeth willing the pain away as the tip of the blade drags along the skin. clean and sharp lines that are moving like brush strokes on a painting.

you grip onto your pants for a distraction to shift the pain. the burning and sweating sensation making you tremble a little. you will it away when you feel the blade lift up suddenly.

"breathe." you can hear sana's voice behind you, calming the pain brewing all over your body.

letting out a held breath that's been burning your lungs. a reminder that this pain is temporary, the breathing chills the burning sensation in your head.

the final mark is laid upon your skin, and you can feel yourself feeling faint, holding onto the floor to keep your body upright. you feel the blade lift off your skin, the sound of the blade being cleaned, while you stare at the pool of blood on the marbled floor, dripping and seeping underneath your shoe.

"rise." she speaks. you stand up, letting the blood continue to run down your arm.

the ringing in your ears gets louder and louder. she speaks of tradition, the value of the name across your arm. all eyes continue to stare you down, eyes like steel.

"this blade, has etched every minatozaki in this room, and those that have been laid to rest. this blade, will continue to etch into the minatozaki clan for future generations." you stare at the blade now in your hand, only seconds ago tearing your skin apart and being branded as the family's new pawn.

"to a new generation." she says as she hands it over, the drippings of your blood still across the double beveled edge. you stare at the blade, the weight of it, the memories of each person etched. it's heavier than you expected.

generations of minatozaki's all carved into submission. you begin to feel it, stirring low in your subconscious, you need more.

every night in the dark study, you stare at the name. forever in your skin, and upon your body. a sign that you are now a minatozaki, even years spent becoming a figurehead didn't sear the idea until now.

the scarring has scabbed over and begun to heal, into that perfect shape of the name.

sana's been telling you stories about her late father, the patriarch of the minatozaki clan before he was assassinated by the abe clan. the abe's who wanted his land, his ability to rule over japan.

stories of his strict rulings, his inability to feel remorse, his lack of fear. his dictatorship under his ship, even more fierce than his father.

the golden age of the minatozaki clan.

you often visit the matriarch, learning family secrets that wouldn't be uttered under broad daylight. understanding the inner workings of a regime that's lasted centuries.

more so, you've been trained by the matriarch to take over the next generation for the minatozaki's. receiving training in the philanthropy for public image, but also training on how to take out an enemy without letting a single drop of blood fall.

you can see how the minatozaki's have gotten so far, extremely cautious and calculating, much like other conglomerate group families. as much as you didn't want to be pulled in, here you are. fighting both momo and mina in hand-to-hand combat.

a swift kick of the leg, and you topple over. the pain of the right hook that momo landed earlier still leaving a stinging in your cheek. you turn over, breathing in and out.

"you're still too slow." momo comments, sitting down with mina doing the same.

you continue to stare at the bright light overhead, the feeling of your heart beating thumping in your ears, the sweat dripping down your body.

"i know."

mina gets up, grabbing water bottles and passing one to you. you sit up, drinking it as the two woman stare at you.

"why do you do this?" momo starts, a curious question that's been plaguing her mind lately.

the minatozaki's never asked you to be trained to be the next head of family, but you took it upon yourself to do so. grueling physical training, while learning the arts of the past generations.

mina continues to sip at her water, eyes watching you.

"duty. for sana, for haruto, for hanako." you explain, as much as you didn't want to become a pawn for their family, you care so deeply for the family that you now have, one that you would tear apart the world for.

mina nods, but momo rolls her eyes, "how noble." and with another sip, she gets up again. you begin sparring once more.

rolling your shoulders when you walk into your office, grabbing some soothing oil to rub onto the bruise on your ribs and the smaller bruises along your shoulders.

you stare at the tanto that now lays in a secret compartment under your desk. the etching tradition still leaves you in a heavy daze these days, how much you have changed all for sana's family.

when the devil herself walks in.

"you need to fire that assistant of yours." sana walks in, handbag hanging off her arm. glasses perched on her nose bridge, the exhaustion rolling off her words. she seems aggravated.

"why?" you cock your head to the side.

"she just told me you have a meeting in five, which i mean sure thank you for the information but i seriously don't care." you laugh out, as she crosses her arm. sitting comfortably in the armchair in front of you.

it seems today is one of those days.

"she's just doing her job." you explain. you liked shoko, she did her job well, often reworking your schedule when you needed her to. and she rarely complained about it, you even gave her a raise recently.

"yeah and i'm doing mine." sana gets up, leaving her bag on the floor and crosses over to you, dropping herself onto your lap.

she takes the glasses off your face. letting it slide across the table. you're about to get up to pick it up, when sana pushes more of her weight onto you. keeping you in your seat.

"last time you just waltzed into one of my 1 on 1 client meetings and sat on my lap the whole time." you point at her, showcasing the same exact behavior.

"yeah, like i said, i'm doing my job." sana says, taking off her sunglasses.

"sana...." you say dejectedly.

"i didn't hear you complaining when you bent me over this table and ate me out the rest of the afternoon." and with that she smashes her lips against yours.

you completely forget what you were complaining about earlier.

"what's your favorite color?" sana's voice is quietly coming through the microphone, she called you multiple times, and texting you urgently nearly ten times.

you silenced it, only to get a note from your assistant to pick up her calls.

"hmm, green." you say, watching as the shareholders stare you down, waiting for your approval.

without another second, the sound of the call ending comes through, you glance at your phone screen, seeing the call disappear, and a little confused.

"sorry, please continue." you point at the junior executive, he's been trying to get through this presentation without peeing his pants, and really you would like to get through it enough for him to finally calm down.

fifteen minutes later you get multiple pings on your phone.

"so like i said, we expect the project with akira industries to go well-" the junior executive's voice completely drowns out into white noise when you see what's displayed on your screen.

sana baby: attachment: 3 images

sana baby: you like?

your phone screen is filled with green, all three photos illuminating your face in a green hue.

green lingerie set, green bows tied around her hair, and your dress shirt draped over one. good god, she looks like a vixen.

photos of her laying across the bed, aimed at the mirror, long legs that stretch across the comforter. gorgeous lithe body framed by that light green corset. pouty lips in a selfie, aimed down at her cleavage.

you nearly curse out loud, instead letting a cough come through at the last second to cover it up.

another message comes through. you lift your phone back up to your face.

sana baby: you come home in thirty and you can take it off with your hands, any later and you do it with your teeth.

you're trying to pick out your work outfit for tomorrow, eyes glancing at all the dress shirts that you had hung up in the walk-in closet. you can hear sana faintly humming through the other side of the closet.

"sana..." you pick out one shirt, noticing the pink-ish red color across the collar.

"yes darling?" she says in a light-hearted tone, you see her walk over with her eyes a little playful. her eyes landing on the dress shirt that you have in your hand.

you hold it up to her face.

"why are my dress shirts littered with lipstick marks?" she takes the dress shirt out of your hand, eyeing it with happiness.

"they need to know who you belong to." she says and hands it back to you.

you shake your head at it. putting it back onto the rack.

only to notice another shirt, and another shirt, and another shirt.

"i mean, literally every single shirt is covered in them." you point at the whole rack, now noticing the pink/red littered across the collars. all of them have it. you turn to look at her, eyes wide as she just smiles at her handiwork.

she gives you a peck and just leaves. turning her head to look at you over the shoulder and give one last remark.

"you better not wash them off or you're sleeping on the couch."

"the abe clan cordially invites you to the 2027 annual ball." you stare at the invitation in your hand, red cardstock, beautiful crest in the dead center.

with sana's quiet humming, you barely register that you've arrived at the abe clan's main estate. dark and light reds adorning the walls, intricate wooden carvings of dragons. the dark red crest and lapels on each security guard.

the sedan rolls forwards, until you're stopped by two guards. handing the invitation card to the chauffeur, and letting the guards scan the car.

you watch sana, her eyes floating around, admiring the long trees that line around the garden's pond.

and then the car continues to roll forwards, and all around you are different black marked cars. each with their own crest, women and men donning different formal wear. kimonos, tuxedos, hanboks, qipaos, ao dais, all around.

the door opens, and you step out, rounding the corner to take sana's arms into yours.

"one rule with the abe's, do not ever drink first in front of an abe." she whispers quietly as you both enter down a deep tunnel, much like the minatozaki house.

large stone slabs lined underneath, but you can see it above, the lining of birds across a wired line. much like a telephone line. their dark beady eyes staring down, with jet black feathers that make their body look like voids.

they all move their heads in turn with the walking guests. "trained birds, trained to kill." she comments and continues to pull you forward.

then you enter a big hall, filled with different dignitaries, generals, top executives, council members, even a few celebrity faces.

sana smiles at the sight of the turning heads, everyone's excited to see another conglomerate family at these events. "just smile and nod." she whispers again through a smile.

you do the same, watching the eyes all peer back at you. they don't have the stillness of the minatozakis, there's bloodlust, there's evil, there's an ominous undertone behind those spheres. a predator lying dormant in each and everyone one of them.

with the sound of the doors opening, you hear the awws of the guests, all piling into the abe main hall. much like the grandeur of the minatozaki clan, it's lined with artifacts of war.

great katanas and bows hung along the walls. dark and deep red colored accents, a giant abe crest upon the center. there's beautiful music playing in the background as you scan the room. sana tugs you along.

"how much do you know about the abe's?" sana stares at you as she hands you a small knife. you tuck it into the breast pocket.

"a little." you offer, brushing her hair out of her face, and she gleams at that, giving a little kiss before returning back to her stoic face.

"kaito and kenji, two sons of the abe clan. kaito's set to become the head of the family. there's rumors that kenji might kill him for the seat." she explains, adjusting the knife in her thigh holster.

you nod, her mother has educated you on all the conglomerate groups, especially the abe and watanabe clan. both have been vying for the possible absorption of the minatozaki clan.

you adjust the knife holster for her, as you check your surroundings, just as you expected. nearly the same power in their private military, donning red fabric. you both take off to the other side of the room, eyes darting from face to face trying to remember significant figures, but who are you kidding, they're all people in power.

browsing through plates of delicacies, waiters and waitresses circling with plates of drinks. each more colorful than the last, it seems the abe have distinct taste.

you're leaning to your left when you're suddenly pulled into a conversation, the woman making large and loud gestures at you. most of which you nod and let the words flow through your ears. you never thought you would see her again.

sana's staring, taking turns staring at her and staring at you. her hold on your arm tighter than ever, feeling the blood thump in your arm. she continues to drone on until finally she gets swept into another conversation with someone else.

sana unhooks her arm from you.

"who is that?" sana stares at you, arms folded and that tick in her jaw. you can't help but keep eyeing the long black dress that she has on, with a deep thigh slit along the left side.

you try your best to keep the impure thoughts to yourself, instead offering a kiss to sana's forehead when you stand in front of her.

"hmm, old friend from law school."

sana had been eyeing the woman even as she moved across the room. even more upset when she slid up next to you. talking your head off about something that must have been boring because she could recognize the attention leaving your body.

but she can't help but notice how forward the woman was, unnecessarily putting her hands on you. unnecessarily laughing at whatever you are saying, just a bit too hard. unnecessarily pushing her cleavage up against you.

"our year?" sana says, brushing off a piece of lint from your jacket, also brushing off the feeling of the woman off your jacket.

you stare at her manicured fingers. long slender fingers that wear your ring proudly. you smile at the sight of the large diamond.

"no, a year younger." you say softly, bringing her hand up to kiss it. she flips your hand over to kiss it back. "why do you ask?"

"didn't know you liked younger women..." she comments, back to nitpicking what the woman is wearing tonight.

how dare she try and lay her hands on you? sana's thinking of calling momo and mina to do some 'intervention'.

"i don't, like younger women i mean." you watch sana as she stares down the woman. the way she holds onto the neck of the champagne flute, the way she has that tick in her jaw, the way she can't keep moving her eyes up and down in disdain.

"good." she comments back, it's more so to herself, so you roll your eyes at that.

"i only like you sana." you say the golden words that make her heart melt. she stares at you for a bit.

"mhm keep sweet talking me like that and i’ll let you fuck me in the bathroom." she drapes her arm over your neck pulling you into a hot kiss, tossing a wink to the woman from earlier.

you pull away, her chasing after you, but with all the prying eyes you'd rather enjoy sana in a more private place.

you begin to pull her towards anywhere that isn't open space for people to watch, when you bump into someone on accident.

"oh hello." the man turns around, a tall man toying with a knife in hand. his eyes dancing with amusement. "apologies, hope there's no hard feelings."

"none here." you offer, trying to side-step around him when he places his small knife at your neck. you look down at it, engraving in the base with red ink.

"kenji abe." you whisper to yourself, but he claps in delight, nodding quickly and sheathing his dagger away.

"that is me!" he exclaims, offering his hand. you shake it, his grip awfully loose, too loose.

"nice to meet you mr. abe." you explain, still trying to drag sana away. he stops you with a hand, a little smirk on his face. taking a glance at you and sana.

“nice to meet the minatozaki’s new lapdog.” he smiles, and then takes a look at sana, “hello sana, it’s been a while hasn’t it. kaito misses you.” the curling devilish smile as he hands both of you a drink. and taking one for himself.

“cheers! to a lovely abe ball.” he says as he holds the glass in the air, you take a quick look at sana out of your eye as you both clink his glass, letting it linger away from your lip.

watching the way he smirks, and then drinks his champagne. he smiles at you both before disappearing into the crowd.

“never liked him.” sana shudders as she says it, you just smile at her. letting her lay on your shoulder. “him and kaito. they’re dangerous. and he called you a lapdog, what an excuse of a man.”

you just nod, absorbing the information you’ve just been told. it’s not easy transitioning into this lifestyle, with structures and family systems in place, you feel like you really are out of your depth here.

a question still remains, what did he mean by kaito misses sana? you’re distracted by even more dramatic flairs of the abe ball. fire lighting up around, spotting several of your father’s old business partners, nodding to them.

"have i told you how gorgeous you look tonight?" sana starts, giving you a light kiss under your jaw.

"hmm, no, not tonight." you smirk, leaning into her, garnering another kiss. you smile when she rolls her eyes, kissing her jaw lightly too.

"well you do, and i think you would look even more gorgeous under me." she whispers into your ear, you lean back. it seems tonight’s been getting under her skin, constantly trying to get you away from the ball.

you shake your head ready to tell her no when you hear a mic being tapped.

“hello, welcome to the 247th annual abe ball!” a tall well tailored man is speaking into the mic, upon a lifted podium. his voice loud and commanding as he looks below at all the guests.

all around you are people clapping at him, so you begin to clap, interested in whoever this man might be.

“my name is kaito abe, thank you all for joining us tonight.” he booms into the mic, the sound booming off the walls, everyone clapping at his pauses.

“tonight, we have something special, a very special event.” he says, lifting his hand out to the other side of the podium. white flashing lights suddenly illuminating three bodies.

the sound of gasps and quiet whispers making you curious. you keep your hand on the knife, sana’s picked up on the same thing, her hand pulling the thigh knife.

“i welcome you, the death of the watanabe’s.” and there you can see it, white fluorescent lights shining across three figures. their eyes begging for help while they’re forced to face the bloodlust of kaito abe.

“sana, get behind me.” you push her behind you, her eyes staring at the watanabe’s.

they look roughed up, blood already pouring from their heads and clothes. the patriarch, his wife and the only heir.

“you see, a little weasel from their clan, a vermin even.” kaito begins throwing the tanto he has in his hand, one much like the minatozaki tanto you have in your desk.

he continues to flip it through the air with ease. “tried getting into our clan, how silly right?”

he leans forward, nearly off the edge of the podium as he laughs maniacally. you can see shuffling begin to happen, people are panicking, trying to leave the ball.

only to be pushed back into the center by the abe guards, all of them wielding weapons.

“oh no, you can’t leave darling, the show’s barely begun!” he continues to round the podium, letting out a laugh when the woman starts crying, his tanto hanging loosely in his hand as he points at the woman.

“see, when there's a rat in your home, what do you do?” he continues to pace the podium. “answer me!”

he shouts from above, more people are shuffling nervously and then you hear a distant, “you exterminate them!”

“BINGO! you. exterminate. them.” he laughs a bit, walking briskly towards them, pulling at the hair of the patriarch.

you curse out loud, his swollen eyes and chunks of his hair missing.

“but you can’t just exterminate one rat. no. no. they will just continue to repopulate. exterminate. at. the. source.” and then he jabs the tanto right into the man’s neck.

blood gushing onto his suit like a geyser. he lets out a laugh as the man sputters up blood before falling forward.

then he moves towards his wife, stabbing into her neck as her cries turn into screams. dragging out a laugh from him, meanwhile their son is crying silently, arms defeated as he watches his two parents’ now dead body.

“and remember. no survivors left behind.” he says with finality, as he shoves the tanto deep into the son’s neck, the tanto left inside.

sana’s covered her eyes into your back. you can feel her shaking a bit, you cover her ears as you pull her close, letting her keep her head against your chest.

“sana?” she just continues to shake in your arms, fear enveloping her entire body. memories of her younger self around the abe clan. you’ve never seen her so scared. she clings onto you like a lifeline.

“thank you, thank you! i hope you enjoyed the show!” he takes a deep bow, one in which he keeps his head forward with that smirk on his face. joy from killing, joy from being able to make others submit to him.

and then he walks over, using his foot as leverage as he pulls out the knife, wiping it clean off, and disappearing behind a door in the wall. the sound of shouts and chaos echoing through the hall.

the car ride is silent, sana’s gone quiet, simple nods when you ask her if she’s alright. eyes squeezed tightly and one hand curling around the other. you don’t even know where to begin talking about the events of tonight.

the abe’s are ruthless killers, you remember that even from when sana told you. it just takes a live performance of it to see how they are devoid of remorse.

kaito abe, kaito abe, kaito abe.

you barely knew the watanabe’s, only speaking to their son once, he was quiet. he didn’t seem the type to want to lead their clan, but now he lays dead, at the hands of kaito.

you play with your knife in your hand, thinking about how easily it shoved down the watanabe’s, killing them so quickly. the same blade that’s supposed to show honor and birth of a new member of the clan, used for killing those that harm the family.

the car rolls into the manor, and you take a deep breath, looking at sana. eyes still unfocused and staring at her own hands. you open the door and round the back to open the door to her side.

“darling? we’re home.” you offer your hand, she doesn’t even move. so you tap her shoulder lightly, she jumps at the touch, moving back from it.

“oh, sorry.” she takes your hand, and you pull her out, leading her towards the door. you immediately squatting at the sight of haruto and hanako walking outside.

picking up haruto in your arms, while sana picks up hanako, a warm smile back on her face. holding hanako tightly to her chest. haruto messes with your hair, pointing around and talking about his day. you kiss his forehead and walk inside.

there’s still a weird tension lingering around her, she refuses to look you in the eyes. instead preoccupying herself with putting hanako to bed. so you do the same putting haruto into bed. tucking him in and giving him a kiss while sana waits outside. you kiss hanako on the forehead as well before slipping out.

giving yourself a deep breath when you close the door, you see sana next to you, her eyes back to their unfocused state. there’s something she isn’t telling you, and normally you aren’t one to pry. but after the events of tonight, you need to know.

“sana, are you alright?” you hold her head in your hands, eyes peering into hers, for any sign really. she just nods, taking a deep breath, dragging you down the hallway.

“i have something to tell you.” she begins as she sits at her vanity. starting to take off her earrings, you unclasp the necklace that she has on, placing it into a velvet box before tucking it away.

she stares at herself in the mirror, memories of her past self resurfacing.

“kaito abe and i, we used to date. set to marry actually.” you sit next to hit, listening intently as she continues to take out hairpins and set them across her table. “it was what was destined for us, until his father killed my uncle. momo and mina’s father.”

you nod, you didn’t know much about momo and mina but there was an emptiness in their eyes, you always assumed it was because they were trained soldiers.

“seeing them up there on the platform, it felt like i was watching momo and mina being killed at his hands. then i thought, what if he killed you, what if he killed haruto and hanako. i’m so scared.” she bursts into tears, hands shaking to hold yours.

“he won’t be able to, i won’t let him.” you say confidently, kissing her gently.

“so, the minatozakis were here tonight.” kenji stares at kaito, both of them throwing knives at a corkboard, you and sana’s photos pinned to the board.

“yes, sana and her plaything.” kenji turns to a guard, handing him ten new knives. kaito just laughs, doubling over and wiping the tears out of his eyes.

“her plaything? how delightful.” kaito stares at the photo of you, and then down at the photo of haruto and hanako by your side. “and her spawns.”

“yes, two it seems.” kenji nods as he continues to throw straight into the forehead of your photos. the two continue to throw knives in the silence, slicing through the air, as they land on the different photos across the board.

“kenji, let’s topple the minatozakis?” kaito stares at sana’s photo as he aims for her heart, landing dead in the center.

“with pleasure.” his final knife aimed straight at your heart.

a/n: message me if you want a part 4 :^P

#sana #twice #twice sana #sana twice #sana minatozaki #minatozaki sana #sana x reader #sana x you #kpop imagines #twice x reader #twice x you #neoplatinum

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darkronicles · 2 months

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TWICE’s Sana x Male Reader. 581 words.

“Can you stay quiet while I take this call?”

With an arched brow, you retort, “Can you?”

Sana rolls her eyes with a scoff before swiping on her phone screen and bringing the room back to silence. She clears her throat, masquerading her rendezvous with a viscous and steady tone. “This is Sana. How may I help you?”

She bats her lashes with a smile as she looks over your head during the call. Her manicured nails gently rake over your scalp, tousled strands of your hair threaded between her dainty fingers while your mouth returns to where she needs you most: between her slick-coated thighs.

While she speaks professionally to a representative of one of the many companies that she’s the face for, she sits on your couch—half-naked and donning one of your tees—with her legs propped over your shoulders. She sinks so comfortably into the cushions as this has become a frequent occurrence since her individual brand had skyrocketed, bringing her more stress that she needs to relieve.

And you will always be on your knees for her.

”I am indeed booked for Friday.”

You swipe your tongue up her slit and round around her sensitive clit. With your thumbs parting her folds, you nestle closer, bringing her clit into your mouth as you peer up at her. She meets your eyes, her grip steadily wringing tighter on your hair as you suck and lap. Though her face is blank, her body’s reaction to your touch discredits her composure.

”O-Of course.”

A subtle sign of her faltering. You seize the opportunity to chip at her facade a little more. Wrapping your arms around her hips, you bury your face deeper between her legs, risking pleasurable asphyxiation by her dripping wetness and brute strength. You search for her weak spot, scoping around her pulsing clit with your tongue until her breath hitches. She reprimands you with silence and a tug on your roots, but you tolerate the sharpness of her grip. You maintain your pace, lapping and sucking and tugging her clit between your teeth while you feel the tension build in her thighs.

That threatens your airflow, but you persevere. After all, not many can say that they made Minatozaki Sana come.

And she will come hard.

”Yes, of course thank you bye-” Her words rush out in a steady stream before she ends the call and tosses her phone aside.

Your fingers easily slide inside her, courtesy of her ample wetness, and she swiftly comes undone. You grunt as her nails graze your scalp. You fight to stay above water as her thighs squeeze your head, leaving you no room to escape.

Not that you want to.

”God, you’re so good, darling,” she whines, throwing her head back.

Her free hand darts overhead to grab the back of the couch. The lewd view stirs a raging boner in your joggers. Sana is inexplicably gorgeous, but even more so when she’s in shambles in the palm of your hands. Ecstasy coats her in a sheen of sweat, her pretty pussy soaking your digits and couch cushion as she rides out her high. Knowing just how to touch her and get her prepped swells your ego, particularly when your name slips from her kiss-swollen lips.

Sana isn’t down for long. Once you rise up from your knees, she springs up and pins you down on your back.

It will soon be you who will be begging and pulling her hair.

#girl group smut #girl group scenarios #twice smut #twice scenarios #sana smut #sana scenarios #male reader #twice x male reader #twice x m!reader

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cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga · 2 years

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何かから解放される早苗さん by えふぇ

#Touhou Project #Touhou #sanae kochiya #Green hair #Blue Eyes #Armpit #Long hair #Hair Pin

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ghostykapi · 1 year

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but you can’t touch me (if you love me)

misamo & fem!reader // filth so minors dni

“you know better than to move sweet girl, now stay still”

when you agree to your girlfriends to a bet, you knew better than to push it to the limits. you knew that your girlfriends are the competitive kind, the one that can leave you wondering what dormant devil lies underneath them

you still however lost the bet, and that’s why when one of them enters the room, you wonder if this is where they will start getting their reward.

“good morning my princess!” sana smiles, her energy always unmatched in the morning “i brought you some coffee down the block to start this friday morning”

“thank you sweetheart” you don’t argue when she sits on your lap, and starts kissing you, giggling in between the kisses “don’t you have to go to a photo shoot soon?”

“i do” sana’s hands grab the back of your neck to connect her into a more messy kiss “but my turn is still later this afternoon. i want to have fun with you first”

you work from home, staying cozy in your own makeshift office room, giving her a surge of confidence of what she wants to do. she moves her hands to unbutton your blouse before running them on your chest and tummy, lightly scratching her way down and going back up to do it again and again.

“so cute” sana is a meanie when it comes to teasing you, always managing to turn any of you into a stuttering mess “so fucking cute. gosh i love messing you up”

“sweetie” you’re head is spinning, but it’s still work hours and you’re pretty sure she might be late to work “sweetheart i have a meeting in 10”

“fine i’ll let you go” sana gives you another kiss and fixes your blouse, her hands tracing your fading marks on your neck and collarbone “but i expect good pictures later”

even if sana left to go to work, her teasing comes in form of texts that render your brain into mush in between those zoom meetings.

i miss you princess

i miss making you messy n all worked up for me :((

sweetheart you would be good girl and wait for us right?

you can only sigh and continue to work, as you weren’t allowed to touch yourself or do anything that will help you unless one of them is there

it was after your lunch break that you finally got what you needed

momo is one of the more, generous ones when it comes to bed. just let her hands roam everywhere on your body as she fucks you then it’s all good

“hi baby” you kiss her when she’s behind you, letting you tend to your work on your computer screen “how was work”

“missed you” she pouts, tugging you to your shared bedroom and unto the bed “do you have do some work?”

before you can even reply, she’s already kissing you, pinning you down and effectively trapping you there

“baby i still have to finish something” you try to complain but it falls on deaf ears as momo turns the kisses into a messy make out session

“don’t care” she mumbles while kissing you, her hands already disregarding both of your clothes “got to have you now”

you let her have you, in all ways that makes her happy and makes you feel good. her mouth everywhere on your body as you grip the sheets to keep yourself grounded. her hands playing with your clit, sending you shivering and moaning at the pleasure. her strap, her fucking goddamn strap, is ready and on her. so fucking ready to fuck you deep

“baby” you call out, thighs shaking as she plunges her fingers into you, preparing for what is about to come next “baby come on please”

“please what?” momo circles her tougne around your clit before sucking it, making you scream out in pleasure

“fuck! please just fuck me with your strap mommy!” you give in, already throwing out the rest of your dignity out the window

“that’s what i wanted to hear” momo pulls out her fingers before lining up the strap unto your pussy. she lets you grind unto it before slowly pushing it in

“you look so pretty like this” momo moans as she sinks down, the strap effectively stretching you out “you look so good being stretched out for me”

“mommy” you moan out, letting her hands play with your breasts as you bottom out on her strap “fuck mommy you feel so good”

“yeah?” momo grunts, starting out slowly to help you adjust with the feeling “feel so full don’t you pretty girl? so full of my cock”

that immediately goes straight to your brain as she starts to move a bit faster, her hips starting to gain a sense of rhythm that makes you melt against the sheets

“hngg–ugh–fuck!” you feel your hands twitch against you, seemingly wishing to grab onto momo. she notices it before you can even move

“nuh-uh baby” momo taunts, grabbing both of your hands and pinning it above you head “no touching remember?”

right, the whole reason why you lost the bet is because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself

“please” you beg as you begin to feel your thighs shake, your back arch, your “please mommy let me cum”

momo grins and starts to move at her fastest and hardest, slipping one of her hands to rub on your clit that sends you screaming

you let go loudly, sure that whoever your neighbors are, they can hear you and will probably file a complaint tomorrow. it takes you a full minute to even regain your focus on momo, who’s diligent to help you clean up and do some aftercare

“good job baby you did so good” momo coos and helps you come down from your high, rubbing her hands on your sides to help you calm down “so proud of you baby for taking me so well”

“thank you” you gasp, the amount of energy taken from you already showing its signs as your eyes start to close “cuddle with me at least?”

“always baby” momo wraps your arms around you, whispering soft nothings as you drift off into sleep

though it doesn’t take long for you to wake up again, when mina’s having the time of her life eating you out

“hmmph–m-mina” you call out, her eyes drinking you up as she sucks on your clit “hngg-oh g-gods why are you so–hng-fuck!–so good at that”

“hello my love” mina sing songs, inserting two fingers to replace her mouth “i think i’ll take my reward right now so be a good slut and take what i’ll give you”

mina is a lot of things and maybe that’s why she loves to make you feel a lot of things. first making you orgasm on her fingers, then on her thigh, then on her face and then now she’s pounding you down on the bed with her own strap.

so yeah she likes making you feel a lot of things, that’s why whenever you are with her, overstimulation is bound to happen.

“not enough” mina moans as she brings you up to your knees, and continues to fuck you, her arms helping you stay upright “i need you wailing and squealing for me”

“hngg-uggghhh-fuck!” your mind is nothing but a mess now, her dirty whispers and moans absolutely not helping you at all with this case

“that’s it” mina smirks as you continue you only let out moans and whimpers “that’s what i love to fucking hear”

mina’s thrusts sends you throwing your head back against her, the loud slapping echoing across the room that makes sana and momo drooling by the door

wait

sana and momo drooling by the door?

“fuck look at her” momo can’t take her eyes off the both of you, hypnotized by the way you beg mina to go harder with only broken moans “she’s taking mina so well”

“that’s not mina anymore” sana makes eye contact with mina, who smirks and makes a show of the new fresh marks she put on you “that’s sharon taking over”

“looks like we’ve got an audience” mina’s voice is nothing but mean and seductive that makes you almost weak on the knees “won’t you let them mark you up? hmm? will you be a good slut and let them play with you?”

you can’t even give a response before the other two join in the fun, their once shocked behavior replaced with a hunger of a predator that wants to play with their prey

momo is quick to latch unto your tits, her hands already all over your chest and tummy. sana prefers to messily kiss you, perfectly invading your senses and rendering you weak

“you look so good” sana praises you, even as the combined spit of both of you cover most of your jaw at this point “such a pretty obedient slut for us”

“fuck i can feel you shaking baby” mina pants, her thrusts not stopping even if her abs are burning “we need you to cum ok? just cum for us. make a fucking mess”

you don’t fully register it, but you were sure to give them what they want and more.

“good job sweetheart, you did such a good job” sana is quick to praise you, proud and a little bit shocked that you just squirted “let’s run you a bath hmm?”

“we’ll order some take out” momo kisses you softly, helping you melt in their arms “you did so good for us baby”

“our love deserves to be pampered tonight” mina sighs into your neck, kissing the fresh marks she added “so amazing for us”

#🫣don’t look at me i wrote this at the ass crack of dawn and went with it #i continued this after my 4 hours of sleep and after that it was just on and off writing 🤸‍♀️#hirai momo #minatozaki sana #myoui mina #twice imagine #twice imagines #twice smut #twice x reader #hirai momo scenarios #hirai momo imagines #minatozaki sana scenarios #minatozaki sana imagines #myoui mina scenarios #myoui mina imagines #misamo

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hyuny-bunny · 4 months

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cybersex | camgirl! x skz

prologue . chapter II

MDNI (18+): this series will depict sex work and acts of sex. content warnings will include the following for this chapter: mentions of body image issues, girl x girl sex, mentions of sex toys, female masturbation, reader is actually bi but i did not explicitly state it in the chapter, it's a pretty mild chapter

genre: skz x camgirl!reader, use of she/her/hers wc: 2.2K

Chapter 1

It had been about 6 weeks since you had done the first live-stream, at the start, it was mainly about getting comfortable in front of the camera. Sana, being your mentor through this, started off by bringing you onto her stream. With Mina’s permission, Sana proposed the idea of allowing her to guide you through the first live. Mina trusted both of you deeply, she always understood that while this started off as a hobby for extra income it had become a job for Sana. In the same breathe, they would never compromise their relationship or boundaries. Mina expressed she was completely okay with it, she had even extended her offer to join you for this if it made you more comfortable as she often did join Sana in her streams as it brought even more views and money.

Clothing was the first obstacle. The idea of going full frontal made the idea of jumping into a frozen pool more appealing. So to get you to dip your toes in the water, less was more. It was all about a tease. Sana had gotten you to wear a black slip dress, no bra but panties were optional. As for your face, you had found a black lace masquerade eye mask that complimented the dress well. Similarly, Sana often had a white lace masquerade mask with bunny ears that stood tall, a lot of her viewers liked the mask even after her face reveal, it played into her branding and persona.

Sana had brought you into her cam room where she prepped you both for the live-stream. She went over all the rules and safewords, reaffirming you could stop the moment you felt uncomfortable or didn't want to do it anymore. She made sure you were familiar and settled in your headspace before beginning, you allowed her to do your hair and makeup a slow guide to calm the nerves. For Sana, these were opportunities to take her out of reality, into a space where she had control and power. It was her way of artistry, of performing, this was her stage and where she felt empowered. You had agreed to make the live no longer than an hour, so that’s where it would begin, you sat in front of Sana situated between her legs. Positioned perfectly behind the camera was a TV screen-sized monitor where you could see yourselves and the chat, comments rolling in once the camera was turned on. Mina sat in for the live quietly to take control of the live setup so she could immediately shut things off if you gave the signal, she often did this when Sana was soloing her streams.

Although you feared you’d back down the minute the camera turned on once the compliments rolled in, you felt the adrenaline pumping. It was a head rush to see so many gawking and begging to see more of you, it didn't matter who these people were or what they looked like. It was a rush you had never felt before. So there it was, your close friend feeling you up, kissing along your neck as you guided yourself through an orgasm with your legs spread in front of the camera for all her followers to see. By this point, the other two present in the room were shocked but turned on by the show you put on. All they could focus on was your moans and whimpers, it was almost angelic and the scenery was just as heavenly. Prior to this, an account was set up for to continue with this if things worked out. Mina had taken the initiative to pin your username that would link your account, amassing two thousand followers 20 minutes into the stream and by the end, you would walk away with a total of four and a half thousand.

Once the live had finished, you felt a little embarrassed by how quickly you felt you escalated things but Mina & Sana had reaffirmed there was nothing to be embarrassed by, they were proud of how well you had done. With the gifts and donations that you had accumulated from that first live you were able to start saving for your own equipment. You had decided to solo two more lives that week, getting more comfortable and only ever masturbating/teasing for the duration to situate yourself with things you liked and disliked. At this point, you were beginning to question if you even needed your waitress job. Thus began your search for your own apartment. You had maintained a consistent amount of streams twice a week for an hour over the next four weeks, allowing you to spend time apartment-hunting.

“You know, if I had known this little hobby would drive you out of my apartment, I would have never gotten you started,” Sana spoke as she made her morning coffee while you sat at the breakfast bar eyes lasered into the apartment listings. Sana enjoyed having you in her apartment but understood the importance of having your own space to continue doing these lives. “What am I gonna do with you gone?” she asked pouting as you hadn’t even so much as glanced at her.

“Please stop acting as if I’m dying or never coming back,” You grumbled as your eyes began to strain from the laptop's brightness. “You’ll still see me at work and I promise to come over all the time to continue to annoy you every waking chance I get.”

The apartment scene hadn’t been as glorious as it was. Luckily for you, a listing had just opened for a building not too far from where you lived. It was an open floor-plan apartment, with big arched windows and exposed brick walls. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, an air conditioning unit, and hardwood. It was an interior designer's wet dream. The rent was just in your range and it was a second-floor apartment with a small balcony. You had arranged to see the apartment that day and were pleasantly surprised to find you could see the place in the next hour with only a 15-minute commute from Sana’s place. Apartments like these were hard to come by, the fear of not having a backup option ate away at you which is why you still sat at the computer. You slammed the computer deciding to just scout out the building now would be better instead of sitting here

“Well, I am off to see this place, do you want to come with?” You asked Sana as she sipped away at her coffee.

“I’d love to but I promised to take Mina to the farmers market this morning, she’s finishing up as we speak. Call me right after though and we’ll grab lunch together.” She kisses your cheek disappearing back into her bedroom. You hum in agreeance heading towards the door, you feel a familiar nudge at your leg only to find your fur baby. Jiji was your gorgeous white and grey cat that you found on your way home after a particularly terrible shift, she had always been there to get you through the hardest times.

“And you, my little muffin, I will see you later. Mommy’s gonna get us a nice big place for you to run and terrorize all on your own. Get you a nice big tree and the biggest fluffiest bed imaginable.” She purrs pleasantly as if she had a complete understanding of the promises you just made her.

After giving her a shower of kisses, you headed down the street to find the building. It was about 3 blocks over, it was a relief to know you could stay in an area that was still familiar to you. It was a quaint area, well-kept. There was a coffee around the corner you frequently passed on your way to work but never found the time to stop in or bothered to visit when the one closer to you had always just been across the street. You leaned against the brick wall that stopped at your hips

while waiting for the relator. Your ears perked hearing someone come out of the building. As you turned to peak at the stranger, you were met with two familiar but unexpected faces instead.

“Fancy seeing you here, stalking us?” Seungmin was the first one to say something as they came down the stairs.

“Hmm? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never seen you two before this very moment,” You said as they now stood at the bottom of the stairs. Seungmin and Jeongin were two waiters from the restaurant you worked at. You were always friendly with both of them, but your friendship never went beyond the walls of the restaurant unless it was a particularly rough night and you all went out to the bar down the street for some after-work drinks.

“Are you wait for someone?” Jeongin asked. He always had such a cute that was simultaneously sharp and made him look older than he was. Seungmin on the other hand had a very boyish face, he was cute like a puppy but something in his mannerisms always said that he wasn’t as sweet as he may look.

“Sort of, I’m waiting on a realtor to tour an apartment here.”

“The one on the 2nd floor?” Seungmin asks in a higher pitch than you anticipated.

“Actually, yeah. How’d you know?” You ask as Jeongin mutters a ‘damn’ under his breath.

“We were looking at it ourselves, we wanted to upgrade the living space. It’s incredibly nice though, it’s big, and the rooms are huge too for an apartment like that. Hard to come by.” Seungmin says as he slaps a hand on Jeongin’s shoulder. “You and Sana moving out together?”

“Oh no it's just me! I figured It was time to give her and Mina a space to themselves.” A half lie but truth be told, they did indeed need their own space.

“But it’s a two-bed-” Jeongins question gets interrupted by the realtor announcing himself.

“Hi, so which of you was touring the apartment today?” It is a short, stout man who speaks up his suit was a beige two-piece completed with a white button-down. You raise your hand in response. “Perfect! Follow me then.”

“Well, I’ll see you guys later!” You waive goodbye to them, Seungmin smiles with a waves, and Jeongin does the same with a look of confusion.

You followed the realtor up the stairs to the building entrance where he punched in the code. As you entered, someone from down the hall emerged from their place. He was tall with dark hair, he was wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt, and his hair was pulled into a half ponytail with some strategically placed strands pulled out that perfectly showed off the ear piercings. He had a smock thrown over his shoulder, his eyes met yours as you passed him to the stairs, there was no denying how stunning he was. The stranger offered a wink as he walked out the door. Something in your gut told you that wouldn’t be the last time you saw him.

The tour of the apartment wasn’t very long, the photos online did not do the place justice. There was plenty of sun beaming through the window, the kitchen was painted a deep green that perfectly contrasted with golden wood and white wall accents. The master bedroom had plenty of space, the bathroom had a claw foot tub perfect for decompressing and aftercare pampered baths. You signed for the lease once you had your fill of the place were given notice that you could move in a week from that day.

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A week came by faster than you anticipated, you had hired a moving company to move everything for you. Work at the restaurant was slammed, you were covering as many shifts as you could to give you extra cushion to take the following week off to unpack and rest. The next time you had saw Seungmin and Jeongin, you gleefully told them about taking the apartment, and they generously offered to help you with the move-in process. You declined their offer but warmly invited them to your house warming.

Fortunately, there wasn’t a whole lot, Sana had owned most of the furniture so you had free agency to decorate the place as you pleased. Part of the move-out was agreeing to share custody of Jiji, while she was your fur baby, she was also Sana’s. You had agreed on a week-to-week schedule, this was your off week while you prepared the place. In the hunt for the most lavish and aesthetic cat furniture, you bought and assembled a cherry blossom cat tree with a matching pink cat cave for your sweet girl. After a grueling 5 days of unpacking, readjusting, and shifting, you had finally completed the place.

Ordering so many toys, furniture pieces, and equipment for the 2nd room made you feel a little crazy. You prayed none of your new neighbors saw the number of packages that came over the days concealing the assortment of sex toys, lingerie, and camera equipment. Your camgirl room was finally complete and you had promised your viewers a special show for the long wait.

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a/n: apologies for the delay in upload. i'll have chapter 2 later tonight with the good spice. comment below or send my an ask to be added to the taglist !🤍

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satzumosupremacy · 1 year

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Elite Bodyguard Series: Pt.3

Something About You

Male reader x Sana 2.8k Words

Tags: Smut, Hardcore, Kinks

A/N: Really not happy how I wrote it but I just want to get this done and over with.

“Sana is cute and bubbly" is what you always thought of her throughout your time knowing Twice. There were times when you caught her staring at you. Although those eyes seem innocent, her mind says otherwise. Even you wonder what she's secretly hiding behind those eyes of hers.

“Can you come over tomorrow night?” That’s what Sana said yesterday during the short call. You wake up and head to your agency to look through a profile description of a variety show broadcast station that needs you today. It’s simple since you weren’t the only bodyguard on the job. You get to the scene, sit on a chair, and wait until they shoot their scenes in public. You follow them behind the camera as they shoot for an hour.

Behind the scenes, these comedians work hard. It makes you respect them a lot. Even if you’re just a bodyguard, they will still crack a joke at you during their break. You stay until the shoot is over and quickly go back home to shower and get ready to go to Sana’s.

“Come in.” Sana smiles as she opens the door for you.

“Did you really have to wear a see-through shirt with a bra on?"

“You like it, don’t you?” She smiles brightly.

“Very hot of you, Sana.” You follow Sana to sit on the stool on the countertop. She brings some wine, and you already see where this is going—no assumptions. Sana doesn’t sit on the stool, but right on the countertop, and meets each other's eyes.

“Want a glass of wine?” Sana said softly and gets closer to your face. She’s that flirty type of woman who can make a man fall to their knees. Her voice is so seductive, even without trying much.

“I can go for some; today was tiring."

Sana pours you a glass along with hers. She grabs your hand and places it on her thighs. “Cheers.”

You gulp, just feeling her soft-toned thighs. She’s still holding your hand, tracing it everywhere, even up to her neck. She squeezes your hand on her tits and giggles seductively.

“You’re naughty, Sana.”

“I like how manly you are. It turns me on.” She takes a sip of the wine again. “Wait here; I need to throw something out."

“Okay.”

Sana returns with a toy she uses, throwing it right in the trash, wrapped in a plastic bag. “It’s better when I can have the real thing. I have a fuck-able body, don’t I?"

You take a moment to check her out—from her legs to her beautiful face. “Perfect enough, Sana."

She takes a sip of wine, grabs you by the collar of your shirt, and pulls you towards her. Locked in each other's eyes, you gaze deep into the unknown, flirting with her. Sana kisses you with the wine in her mouth. The wine, along with her flirtatious nature, turns you on. You swallow the wine that is in her mouth, and you kiss her more as Sana lies down on the countertop. She lifts your shirt, feeling your muscles as she gets curious. You unbutton her see-through flannel, yanking them open as Sana caresses your chest. Her eyes are filled with dangerous desires as you both begin to initiate a passionate night together. You grab her hands, pinning them above her head as you kiss her midriff and her tits.

Sana moans seductively, giggling softly right after. “Oppa, sleep with me for the night,” Sana said, tilting her head to the side curiously and flirtatiously. You see her seductive smirk as she waits for an answer.

You stare into her eyes, “I wouldn’t mind at all.” The unknown aura she had only gave you tunnel vision. And she’s smiling everytime.

“That’s the answer I was looking for.” Sana whispered.

You grab her back and lift her up to sit, glaring at each other in the most sexual ways. Sana aggressively makes out with you everywhere she can put her lips onto and digs into your pants, jerking you off slowly.

“Where’s your bed, Sana?”

“The open door to the right.”

You grab onto her, lifting her up as she chuckles cutely, and carry her to her bedroom. “Fuck; you’re so manly. Just what I want in my bed.”

“Something about you, Sana.”

She doesn’t answer, only kissing you more as you walk to the bedroom. “What about me?”

“I really can’t explain, Sana.”

“Was Jihyo and Momo not enough?”

“They’re good, it’s just something about you.”

“Can’t handle me?”

You toss her onto the bed, crawling quickly to her, and pin her wrist. You couldn’t explain your reasoning to Sana. She stares right at you confidently while being pinned. You get closer to her face. Your thighs pin Sana’s shoulders as she starts bobbing her head with your cock already in her mouth. Sana still maintains eye contact as she sucks you off deeper, while each gag she makes kept getting wet and more wild.

You thrust deeper, she closes her eyes hard—not backing down, and you pause for a moment deep inside her mouth. She’s already pinned down enough to not move, and you wait until she tilts back further onto the pillow. You pull back after several seconds to check up on Sana. She breathes heavily with her eyes red with little tears. You wipe off her tears as her shoulders become free.

“Have me anytime.” Sana said as she catches her breath.

“That’s what Momo said.”

She chuckles, “I guess we all belong to you.”

You slap your cock gently onto her cheeks and put it in her mouth. She chuckles as she sucks you off within the dark bedroom with little to no light. You couldn’t see much but feel around and thrust deeper into her throat, making her gag each time as she takes your cock. Sana grips onto your thighs with her desires taking over.

You stop thrusting into her mouth, letting her take over right away, and kisses every part of your cock romantically. You groan softly while she makes erotic high-pitched moans. She sucks you off slowly and quickly like a pattern. You grab a hold of her wrist, pinning her against the headrest of the bed again. She’s taking everything you do to her without hesitation. The soft high-pitched moans sounded cute of her while it’s hot at the same time.

Sana licks your tip slowly in circles, which gets your cock to twitch. A small chuckle was heard, and she went for more. Your pupils start to dilate in the dark room, seeing a silhouette of her face as she sucks you off passionately. You free her hands and touch the side of her face, rubbing your thumb on her soft cheeks slowly.

“You’re doing so good, Sana.” You groaned with pleasure.

She places her hand on your thigh, gripping it with the softness of her hands. You love how she can be passionate and full of desires at the same time.

Sana pulls out from your cock, “Put it in me."

“I want to open the blinds a bit."

She taps your thigh as a response, and you get up quickly to open the blinds. The moonlight shines through enough to cast a shadow of you and Sana on the wall. You get on top of her, taking off her bra gently while you kiss her shoulders and neck.

“Rip off my pantyhose, don’t take them off."

“You’re so naughty, Sana.” You take off her shorts and rip off the pantyhose. “Wow, you’re really not wearing panties.” Before you even had her lying down, you saw what Sana was wearing but couldn’t tell underneath her pantyhose.

“I will never wear one when I’m with you.”

“Fuck, that’s hot, Sana.”

“Eat my pussy if you’d like to. I’ll make you mine.”

You tear the pantyhose enough to kiss her inner thighs. You lick her folds, kissing them passionately the next, and lock your arm onto her thighs. “You taste amazing, Sana."

She laughs, “Eat me as long as you want.” Sana plays around with your hair while you take your time eating her out. This was what you wanted after a long day at work. She groans louder, squirming subtly as you keep giving her pleasure. You swallow every bit of her tasteful juice, desiring more into the early night. Sana slowly spreads her legs more, groaning more erotically with heavy breaths. “Fuck, right there, please don’t stop."

Her small hands kept scratching your scalp, gripping it as she made a long, seductive groan. You lick her clit, sliding a finger into her walls to see how tight she is. You kiss her clit as Sana starts to moan loudly and grips your hair. She arches her back, trying to catch her breath, while you finger Sana slowly. You kiss her clit to her midriff, kissing all her upper body parts as she giggles seductively.

“I love how you giggle, Sana."

“Make me feel good tonight."

“You want it inside, Sana?”

“Yes, please.” Sana pleaded, her eyes begging. You insert your tip slowly to give her a tease. Sana moans softly as you get deeper and you come closer to her, pinning her arms again. “I love it when you pin me down."

“I love seeing you pinned down while you stare at me, Sana."

“So romantic of you, Oppa,” Sana smiled. Even her eyes are smiling. Her look was too seductive.

You thrust slowly, waiting for her to adjust to your length. Sana keeps eye contact, fighting herself to see you while she tries hard not to close her eyes. You make out with her neck, licking and nibbling it while Sana keeps moaning. A quiet chuckle was heard from Sana as she locked her legs with yours.

“Sana, I’ll cum inside you either way.”

She grabs you by the nape with her mouth near your ears. “You aren’t going nowhere unless I let you.” Sana whispered seductively.

“We can get messy on your bedsheets, Sana.” You give her a stare and a mischievous smile. She’s flirting with you, and you’re doing the same thing back, inviting to dance with the devil tonight.

“Do it. I know you can, and you want to."

You give her a hard thrust as she yells out a quick moan, picking up the pace with her body being brushed up and down on the bedsheets. She tilts her head back with her mouth open as her moans come to a pause—a quick, loud erotic groan expressed in Sana’s voice. Her head tilts to the side, clenching her teeth and catching her breath as she takes your cock deep inside her.

You slow down for her and make out with her neck as she lays still. You unpin her hands, and she quickly gives you a tight hug. “Go harder; it feels so good.” Sana pleaded. You’re in her arms, naked together; she’s giving you butterflies that you couldn’t process. It felt genuine, right in her soft arms and against her tits.

You pick up your pace again, penetrating her walls harder while you kiss Sana’s lips. You love how soft it is, satisfying your desires along with Sana. You breathe heavier, grunting and groaning quietly as you both look at each other after kissing. “Fucking in the dark is so hot with you, Sana."

“You can fuck me anytime when we both aren’t busy. We deserve this.” Sana places her hand on your cheek, staring right into each other's eyes dangerously with lust.

“I’ll tell you to come over next time, Sana.” You kiss her again, only wanting to focus on fucking her through the night. Sana hugs you tightly, moaning and groaning right in your ears, knowing you love to hear her voice. “Give me your legs, Sana."

She unlocks her legs from yours, and you pull out of her. You pin her legs together, ninety degrees up the air, and slowly insert your cock with her walls being tighter. Sana groans louder as you penetrate her walls deeper. She holds onto her tits, squeezing them to tolerate pain and pleasure. You stare at her face, teeth clenching, and spread her legs out to lean against your shoulders. You slowly get closer to her as you thrust harder. The room becomes louder with her moans and bodies colliding in the night sky. She’s got everything you need in bed.

You meet each other's eyes, staring at each other while having a passionate night. Her moans became high-pitched with her body being tensed with her legs up high on your shoulders. You give her a kiss, and she holds you in, squealing and moaning as you muffle it in with your mouth. “Yes, right there, don’t stop!” She cries out of pleasure.

You pick up the pace as she tilts back onto the pillow; she groans harder with her teeth clenched. You nibble her neck with a few gentle bites. Sana starts to hold you tightly as she’s at her limit. You begin to sweat on your back, breathing heavily, trying to make her cum all over your cock. A sudden pause, and she quickly screams out her moans, cumming right on your cock. You feel her walls get tight, and you thrust slowly but deeper to penetrate through. Sana’s nail digs into your back, scratching you at this point as you tolerate it while she cums.

Sana takes long, deep breaths. You slow down to let her catch a breath. She makes out with you, softly moaning passionately, and her legs begin to feel weak from your shoulders. You shrug her legs off, and it falls onto the bedsheets. She giggles seductively at how passionate tonight has gotten.

“Turn around, Sana; I’m not done."

She turns around without a word. You kiss her ass and her toned back, then insert your cock slowly. You grab onto her hair, rotating your wrist to lock on. She arches her back and uses her elbow to lean on the bedsheets; you pick up the pace, thrusting harder and mashing her ass on your pelvis. You pull her hair, and she lifts herself, groaning louder and taking heavy breaths, being fucked.

“Sana, look to your left."

She looks to the left to see both of your shadows casting on the wall. She giggles and groans at the same time. Time was senseless as you fuck her from behind.

“Wait, I want to take a picture of this.” She squeals right after you penetrate her deeply. Sana reaches for the small counter and grabs her phone as you pull her hair again to take a picture. You penetrate her hard right after and make her drop her phone on the bedsheet.

“I won’t let you send this to anyone until I cum inside your tight pussy, Sana."

“Fuck me until you cum.” She said with exhaustion.

You grab her by the hips, aggressively thrusting quickly. Sana moans loudly with her high-pitched voice inside the bedroom. You give her ass some slaps until it becomes warmer to the touch. You put Sana’s face down on the pillow to muffle her loud moans. You keep your pace as you get to your limit.

“Sana, I’m going to cum.” You penetrate her as deep as you can and erupt inside her, flooding her tight walls while she starts to moan softer. Her ass mashed on to you, and lay on top of her to give Sana a kiss on the nape. She reaches for her phone as you watch her silently. She opens the Twice group chat, quickly sending it with a kiss emoji. Then she sends it to another person.

“Who’s the other person?"

“Miyeon, Cho Miyeon.” She said softly. “I think she’ll enjoy having you."

“Think it’s better when I have the both of you."

“Trust me, you’ll love it.” She turns her phone off, and you pull out. “Miyeon has a busy schedule. I’ll tell her to come over when you’re ready."

“Sana, let’s sleep; you look tired."

She nods and beckons you to sleep by her. “Sleep on my tits; I know you love them."

You hug her tits. Sana shrugs you around gently, playing with you, and laughs cutely.

Hours later, you wake up in the middle of the night, tapping her as she wakes up. “Sana…”

She looks at you with a smile, as she knows what you want. “You don’t have to ask.” Sana glides her hands down to your cock and slowly jerks it off as she giggles seductively. “Should we sleep with each other secretly, without anyone knowing?"

“Not even your members?”

“If they don’t ask. Since you’re with us tomorrow, how about the next day? Not at your place, but on this bed again.

“I’ll let you know.”

“Since you woke me up, let’s fuck each other to sleep." Sana gets on top of you, cum dripping down onto your thighs. “This probably won’t be a secret for long. I like talking about what you’re doing to me.”

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