#sizzling sextember

[semisgroupie]

dumb little pet

dom!mirio togata x sub!fem. reader

wc: 1.8k

warnings: pet play, dumbification, overstimulation, use of the term “kittycunt”, use of toys (vibrator and cock ring), unprotected sex, creampie, mirio is called “daddy”, reader is called “kitty”, dacryphilia (kinda), choking (implied), a photo is taken and shared

synopsis: don’t let appearances fool you from someone’s true nature

a/n: this is for my lovely paradis @blueparadis sizzling sextember collab!! check out the other pieces and thank you for letting me join my love!

Mirio Togata is the kindest man you’ve ever known. To say you were lucky to be dating him wasn’t even the right word, but it would have to suffice for now.

The man had a heart of gold, he would give the clothes off of his back to someone in need. He had the brightest smile and eyes that rivaled the stars in the sky and the sun on the brightest day. Everyone would comment about how much of a sweetheart he was and when you were with your friends talks of how kind and gentle your boyfriend is would lead to questions about your sex life with him.

“It’s only vanilla sex right? I bet he only fucks you in missionary and I bet he doesn’t even hold you too tightly, probably too afraid he’ll break you.” Laughter would break amongst your friends and all you could do was fake your laughter with them. Only if they knew what your sweet boyfriend was actually capable of. How the sweetness would just fade away once you two were behind closed doors. But you just had to go along with everything they said, just faking your laughter and giving them little shrugs and nods.

What you didn’t expect was one of your closest friends to actually call Mirio “Mr. Vanilla” when he came to pick you up after your girl's day out. Your eyes widened and you let out a fake giggle as the words left her mouth and all Mirio could do was wrap his hand around your waist tighter as a very small preview of what’s to come later. The drive home was quicker and quieter than you would’ve liked. He didn’t utter a word to you until he locked the front door once you both were inside.

“I want you to be naked and ready with your collar, leash, ears and tail by the time I get to the bedroom. If you’re not you’re gonna fucking regret it. I’m giving you a head start, now go.” His tone was stern and ran a chill down your spine but you quickly followed his orders and ran to the bedroom in a sprint. Luckily for you, you were wearing clothes you could easily strip off so once they were off you quickly put everything else on, slipping on everything with ease. Just as you slipped your tail plug inside you heard his footsteps approach the bedroom and you quickly dropped down to your knees on the floor, your leash in your hands waiting for him to finally walk through the doorway.

“Oh my little kitty is so eager, got ready so fast for me. Did you put your tail in properly?” He grips your chin between his thumb and index finger and lifts it up as he leans down, making sure you two are face to face.

“Yes daddy, I put it in. I just want to be a good kitty for you.” He chuckles and pulls back, patting the bed.

“Up kitty and I want you on all fours, present that pretty little ass for me and I want that tail swinging.” You quickly move from your position, off the floor and on the bed, pressing your chest and cheek to the soft comforter while keeping your ass perked in the air while swaying it enough to make your tail swing. He chuckles at the sight and undresses fairly quickly. Once he’s naked you hear him open his bedside drawer and you listen to him rummage through it before feeling a few things drop onto the bed. Despite your curiosity you don’t turn to look at what he placed on the bed, afraid that it might set him off even more and curiosity wasn’t going to kill the cat today. Not if you had any say in it.

“Such a pretty arch from my kitty, I should get you another tail. You just look so pretty all dressed up for me, ready for me to do whatever I want.”

He smoothed his hand over the curve of your ass before cracking his hand against the skin, making you whimper and jump. It ripped another chuckle from him. His other hand moved to grab your leash, he wrapped the black leather around his wrist a few times before tugging it roughly so your back was pressed against his chest. “I’m going to fuck you senseless, get that fucking “Mr. Vanilla” shit out of that pretty little head. My poor kitty hasn’t been fucked dumb enough because if she was fucked dumb properly then she wouldn’t have even responded to the comment. Isn’t that right kitty?”

Any retort or defense quickly died in your throat as he slammed his cock inside you, the stretch always made your eyes roll back and your toes curl. He loved it, always catching you off guard to get the most genuine reactions from you. Your body spasmed against his as your first orgasm ripped through you, it was something that always slightly embarrassed you but you couldn’t dwell on it much because his rough and fast pace took any thoughts from your head. He kept his tight grip on your leash while his hand that was on your ass moved to grab one of the things he dropped on the bed.

His hips and heavy balls slapped against your body which joined the song of your moans that left your lips. Your moans that grew louder in volume when you felt the vibrations against your clit. Tears of pleasure immediately pricked the corners of your eyes and your hands moved behind you to try to ground yourself against him. A laugh left him as your hands frantically searched for something to grip onto. “Oh my poor little kitty, is daddy fucking her too rough? Can’t hold herself up?” His words mocked you as he cooed them at you but all you could do was nod.

“Can’t hold m-myself up daddy.” He loosened his grip on your leash and his hand moved in between your shoulder blades to press you down onto the bed, creating a deeper arch so he could drill his cock inside you even deeper. The tip of his cock constantly hit your g-spot and the vibrations of the vibrator only increased until they reached the highest level. Your legs shook and your hands desperately grasped at the bedsheets.

“My sweet little kitty, you don’t need to think. No, not at all. The only thing daddy’s pretty little kitty needs is daddy’s cock hitting all the sweet spots in her kittycunt to make all those pesky thoughts just fly away. No thoughts for daddy’s kitty, just cock.” He groaned feeling you tighten around him at his words, no matter how mocking his tone got you still reacted the same way, he loved it.

“D-daddy! Gonna cum! Please!” Your tone was whiny and desperate and as you looked back at him he saw how glassy your eyes were, watching as some of the tears escaped and started running down your pretty face, some drool spilled from the corner of your lips and he swore he would have came at the sight of your face. He bent his large body over yours and leaned in close enough to lick away a stray tear that spilled from the corner of your eyes. “Of course you can kitty but daddy isn’t stopping. You can cum as much as you want but it's not done until daddy cums.”

You nodded, not really processing the gravity of his words, all you heard was you got the permission you so desperately needed. You whined out his name as you came on his cock again, squeezing it tightly and milking it for the cum that wasn’t even there yet. His hips never faltered and once you got through the high of your orgasm he pulled out of you and easily flipped you onto your back. He lifted your trembling legs to your chest to put you in a mating press, his favorite position. “Hold your legs for me, I need to prepare this.” You nodded and hooked your arms around your legs as best as you could while he shut the vibrator off and tossed it to the side of the bed so he could get whatever else he placed on the bed. Your eyes followed his movements and your curiosity piqued again seeing the object, it was a cock ring but it looked different. You watched as he slipped it on his cock then before you could even try to gather the words to question him he moved right back to his position, moved your arms away so he could hold your legs in place and shoved his cock inside you.

Your back arched off the bed and he went right back to his rough pace. He moved one hand to grab something else but you quickly understood what it was once you started feeling vibrations on your clit, these vibrations felt much stronger than the ones on the vibrator and your legs immediately started shaking. “Oh kitty, look at your legs just trembling so much. Is the vibrator too strong?” You nodded and lifted your head, giving him such a pitiful look in hopes he would lower the vibrations but all you were met with was his laughter. “Too bad, you’ll just have to deal with it until I cum.” You whined loudly and rolled your head back on the bed. It wasn’t long before another orgasm was ripped from you, making your body shake almost violently underneath him and he still didn’t stop. He didn’t even give you a break before you were nearing the edge of another orgasm.

Your cries and moans of his name grew raspier, tears and drool flowed more freely while he just used you like a toy. After your nth orgasm he moved his hand to tug on the leash again, removing you from your world of pleasure to try to bring you back to reality. “Want daddy to fill your kittycunt? Hm? Want daddy to stuff your little kittycunt?”

“Mhm daddy, p-please.” He didn’t want to torment you any further by making you actually say the words so he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, after a few hard and heavy thrusts you felt the warmth of his cum fill you up. Your cunt milked his cock instinctively as he fucked his cum into you. He broke the kiss to let you slump back against the bed and he quickly moved to shut off the vibrations and pull out of you. He smiled at the sight, your little ears hanging by a limb on your head, your blissed out face covered in sweat, drool and tears, your legs and cunt still twitching as cum flowed out of you. He couldn’t help himself as he grabbed his phone and took a picture of you. He was so tempted to set it as his wallpaper but he thought of something even better.

He opened up the chat with your friend who dubbed him “Mr. Vanilla” and sent a picture of you with a message: “who’s Mr. Vanilla now?”

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❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ shibari ⠀ 〳 ⠀ h.higuruma ‵

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) hiromi punishes his flirty sub into submission. ❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( submission for ) @blueparadis 'sizzling sextember collab' . thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to participate in your collab event. i was so nervous about writing hiromi and love to admit writing this turned me into a full fledge simp for him.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: flashing edit, japanese rope bondage kink, dom/sub relationship, shibari rope bondage, jealous!hiromi, flirty reader, assertive dom!hiromi, written with black reader in mind, orgasm denial, orgasm control, mentions of rope burns/markings, slight age gap (hiromi in his 30's while reader is in early/mid 20's), oral (m.receiving), reader is not a hoe but the way hiromi describe her you would think sis is (he just jealous), a little praise kink, a little degradation kink, cum swallowing, hiromi is a well-established lawyer, reader is in law school & daughter of a successful judge, mentions of other jjk characters (nanami kento, toji fushiguro, atsuya kusakabe), mentions of aftercare, flashback in italics, usage of toys, wc: 3.8k, minors dni !!

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — thanks to @koucaine + @poohbea for beta reading for me also. i wanted to make this one shot so enjoyable to read since i did enjoy writing it. so without them, it would not have flowed so perfectly. so thank you guys again ♡

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — also can read on ao3.

DURING THE TWELFTH CENTURY, JAPANESE PRISONERS WERE PUNISHED WITH SEVERE TORTURE, COMMONLY IN THE FORM OF HOJOJUTSU TIES. The traditional martial art was used by  Samurai to restrain their victims, causing agonizing pain, and discomfort. However, Hiromi was sure those same Samurai would be turning in their graves if they found out the same torture method was now used in the bedroom of many dom and sub relationships. Shibari was now a popular form of bondage play that gave many doms the power of control and many subs the satisfaction of relinquishing that control. 

And Hiromi Higuruma was now introducing this form of bondage to his rebellious sub. 

Hiromi's form of dominance was unique. Whereas others were aggressive and authoritarian, he was a perfect balance of assertiveness and compassion. However, his sub had a tendency of taking his kindness for granted, one too many times.  Some days, she had him on the verge of voiding their contract entirely,  but on others, he was so blind by his lust—agitated that his sexual desires could cloud his judgment to such an extent.

As he ends a Zoom call with his colleagues, he left his office, finally pushing the thought of work out of his mind. His house slippers drag along the wooden floors as he makes his way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, slipping a straw in when he opens it. After taking a sip he saunters through his penthouse toward his bedroom,  smiling as he’s greeted by the wonderful sight of his sub completely bare on his king-size bed. Ropes decorate her pretty body, the thick strands wrapped tightly, rendering her helpless and immobile. It took him weeks to master the beauty of shibari and being able to successfully bind his sub in ropes was a stunning sight, to say the least. 

He nibbles on the straw peeking from his bottle as he indulges in the artistic sight of the ropes against her smooth skin. A blindfold leaves her blind, his approaching footsteps causing her head to raise from the pillow beneath her head. Hiromi takes a long sip of the water before stepping a bit closer to the bed. It was good to know that she hadn’t fallen asleep during his time in a quick Zoom call, but then again he did prop a vibrating wand set to the lowest speed against her clit before he left, pleased as her needy whimpers echoed through the penthouse. This was just the start of her punishment for her lousy behavior. 

The industry of law from police officers, paralegals, and judges to lawyers—was a small world in Japan. If word of your failure to win a case you were defending can travel fast enough to be talked about during the six o’clock evening news, then obviously the childish gossip of his sub Y/N flirting with a fucking councilman got to him before he finished his opening arguments for a case. Usually, Hiromi would brush it under the rug. She still was young, dumb, and eager to get a taste of any cock that could buy her something she could easily get from daddy. But he’d had it with her behavior. 

The sandy brown rope tied in the most beautiful knots traps her legs in such a way that she couldn’t squirm away from  Hiromi or the vibrator’s touch. Another rope wraps around her upper body, binding her arms behind her back. Hiromi’s a little worried about that one, as she was lying on her back. But it was a magnificent scene, especially with the way the thick rope makes her boobs look perkier. 

Hiromi drags the lounging chair in the corner of his master bedroom towards the edge of the bed. He plops down on the seat and leans over to remove the blindfold, placing the silken covering on the nightstand next to his bed. When he makes eye contact with her tear-filled eyes he is void of pity. His heart doesn’t soften like it usually does Instead, he just stares at her with so much hunger that one would think he was some sex addict. Hiromi leans forward to place the straw of his bottle between her lips, urging her to drink. He can hear her faint swallows while he thumbs away her tears, taking note of the dried-up tear streaks that stain her heated cheeks. 

“Did you cum?” Hiromi asks, reclining into his seat. He brings one leg over the other as he stares at her with those deadpan eyes of his. 

Y/N watches as he places the water bottle on the nightstand next to the blindfold. She did cum; she came more than once, actually. However, admitting that wouldn’t satisfy Hiromi. Sure, he likes knowing that she orgasmed when the two engaged in sexual activities. But he relishes the thought of being the one to bring Y/N’s body to that point, on his command. 

Hiromi gets the answer to his question when the young lady breaks eye contact. He kisses his teeth as he watches her stare at the ceiling,  her reflection staring right back in the mirror looming above. He stands to grab the vibrating wand between her opened legs, smirking as he finds her slick coating the toy. He toys with the vibration settings as he returns to his seat, his expression reverting to one of stoicism. 

“Just please touch me Hiromi, I want to feel you.” Y/N cries, finally breaking her stubborn silence. 

“No,” Hiromi states impassively. “Do you even know why you’re in this predicament in the first place?” His large hand takes a hold of her face, forcing her to look at him. 

“Nope,” It annoys him that she’s bratty enough to articulate an answer with such pride.

How can one crave and beg for his touch but still be defiant enough to answer his question like that?

“Hmm, interesting,” are the only words that come out of Hiromi’s mouth before changing the setting of the toy to medium speed. He places the vibrating wand back between her thighs, firm as he pressed it against her clit. “And be sure to not cum without my permission this time.” 

He watches her squirm against the confines of the ropes, the knots not budging one bit against her struggle. Instead, they only grow tighter around her limbs. 

“Y/N, do you remember rule 14 in our contract? It’s one rule that I hold so high, especially considering who we are.” 

Y/N can’t concentrate on Hiromi’s question due to the intense feeling that’s burning between her thighs. She feels like she’s on trial, and with each question that leaves Hiromi’s mouth, he is deciding her fate for tonight. Will she be found innocent or guilty? The young law student only moans out as she tries to remember the answer to his question, simply because she knows her dom so well. If she obeyed, he always rewarded her. 

As a law student, it was important for Y/N to eye every document presented to her in this folder. Hiromi expected her to read over the contract multiple times simply because he would adore a challenge if she caught a mistake he made or something. He specifically invited her to dinner to look over the contract, and the woman was finally getting to the end of it.

“I don’t really understand this rule,” Y/N spoke out. 

“Which one?” Hiromi inquired from across the table. I did my best to make them as clear as possible.” 

“Rule 14.” 

“What does it say? I expect you to be more vocal if we’re going to make this work. Say the rule loud and clear and tell me why you don’t understand it.” Hiromi said before cutting into his steak to continue eating. 

Y/N watched as he ate his luxury dinner. When he had a seminar at her university, she was so curious to know who Hiromi Higuruma was that she forgot the rumors were true. He was as assertive outside the courthouse as much as he was inside of it. 

Y/N cleared her throat before speaking, “The sub is not allowed to engage in other romantic relationships nor romantic gestures with other associates in the law industry. This includes police officers, lawyers, paralegals, judges, and political figures.” 

“Okay, and why don’t you understand it?” Hiromi grabbed his glass of wine to take a sip from it.

“It’s bullshit, and it contradicts your second rule of saying that we’re not romantically involved with each other—just merely helping each other with our sexual fantasies. If we’re not romantically involved, why am I forbidden to mingle with other people?” Y/N’s arms crossed over her chest, awaiting a response. 

“You’re allowed to mingle with other people, knock yourself out. Just not someone that’s in the same industry as us. It may not seem like our world isn’t small, but it is. I don’t want this to get messier than engaging in this form of a relationship already is.” 

“Messy? How would it get messy?” Y/N asked.

Hiromi met her gaze. Usually, people broke eye contact with him because he was the most intimidating lawyer in the room. But she held her head high, this one,  and never broke eye contact. It was almost as if she were challenging him.

“Former subs get attached to the point where they blabber to their little law friends or attempt to use my colleagues to make me jealous. Both of those examples are messy.” Hiromi answered.

Y/N’s lips parted to speak, but nothing came out. She just picked up the pen and signed the contract at the end. Hiromi watched as she signed it, even going so far as to leave her red lipstick print on the first page of the contract. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Y/N finally realizes why she was stuck in the intricate shibari rope bondage with a vibrator buzzing against her clit. She flirted with that councilman, Toji Fushiguro. If she thinks hard enough, she can even remember him grabbing a handful of her ass with how flirtatious she was. But in her defense, she’d had a few too many strawberry mojitos.

“Does the name Toji Fushiguro ring a bell to  you?” Hiromi moves his chair closer to grasp the wand. 

A sudden gasp escapes Y/N’s mouth as she writhes on the plush bed. Hiromi grips the wand and moves it around her wet folds teasingly, placing it on her clit in a slow circular motion. He knew Y/N so well that if her hands weren't tied behind her back, she would desperately inch away from the pleasurable action so she wouldn’t cum. Whines of desperation slip past her lips as she attempts to arch her back off the bed. Just as Hiromi could see her toes curl, he removed the vibrator from her clit. He deviously clicks his tongue while dragging his slender fingers down her bare body, fingertips grazing the ropes that imprinted her smooth skin. 

“Since you want to act like a brat, brats have to earn the privilege to fuckin’ cum.” 

His words come out as a sweet whisper, but Y/N can hear the threatening undertone clear as day. Her legs quiver beneath the ropes, swallowing the remnants of her orgasm away. The action ignited a heat across her body so hot, that she felt as if she were running a fever. 

 “I went out with the guys the other night. You know, Kento, Kusakabe, and your favorite, Toji.” Hiromi tosses the wand aside, tired of the mediocre toy. “You know, like all  guy talk…someone is bound to brag  about the women  they’re trying to fuck.” 

Hiromi stands from the chair he was sitting in, Y/N watching closely as he pushes it back to its rightful place in the corner. She can hear his footsteps against the wooden floors but is too lazy to follow his movements. The weight of helplessness ensnares her as she listens to Hiromi’s words. Through her blurry gaze, she anxiously watches  Hiromi roll up the sleeves of his white button-down to his elbows. He folds the cotton with such precision, that one would have thought he was returning it to whatever store he bought it from. The soft thump of his footsteps is soon replaced by the clink of his belt being undone, the sound, amplifying the tension already filling the room. Y/N might not be able to tell what the man is up to, but she’s certain he’s seething with jealousy after what she did, and that only compelled him to punish her.

“Toji begins talking about how he’s so close to fucking this judge's daughter. I shrug it off as just Toji being Toji: a freshly divorced horn dog that likes sticking his dick in any woman wearing a short skirt. But then he mentions your name,” Hiromi pauses as he returns to  Y/N’s side.

His nicely tailored bottoms hang loose around his waist, the band of his Calvin Klein briefs now visible. His shirt is unbuttoned, revealing his chiseled chest and the beginnings of a mouth-watering happy trail. 

“Now answer me this. Why would Toji Fushiguro know your name?” Hiromi’s arms cross over his chest, his muscles bulging slightly in the shirt he’s still wearing. “And if you answer with, ‘I don’t know’—expect to be punished.” 

With lust in her eyes and desperation ravaging her body, Y/N nibbles her bottom lip as if it is a chew toy. She’s grateful that he didn’t put the familiar cotton candy-colored ball gag in her mouth before her punishment—she wouldn’t be able to do as much shit-talking if he did. But one thing Hiromi knows about Y/N is that she enjoys testing his patience.  It’s like a person filling a glass to its brim and continuing to add small droplets until it overflows.

And with an innocent doe-eyed expression, Y/N looks up at Hiromi and says, “I don’t know.” 

Hiromi's eyes roll at the woman on his bed, stepping forward to grasp at one of the ropes causing Y/N to gasp. As he tugs her to the edge of the bed his cock twitches in anticipation at thought of his oncoming punishment, the images of just what he had planned rushing to the forefront of his mind. When one has a bratty sub with a mouth as smart as theirs and an attitude to match, They’ve got to use it. 

The majority of her body lies comfortably on the king-sized bed, the same one she’s spent many nights sleeping in after an evening of wanton fun. But it’s her head that’s hanging off the bed, gulping the knot that formed in her throat as she stares up at her dom. She’s endured many punishments before. Spankings with a leather paddle that left marks on her plush asscheeks, to having her orgasm denied just when she was about to cum. The young woman should’ve been used to the punishments by now, but when she thought she had the upper hand—Hiromi was always there to remind her who was in control. 

It didn’t take long before Hiromi’s cock found comfort in Y/N’s mouth. A feeling she hasn’t experienced in a while considering his schedule has been rather hectic thanks to a certain case. If her mouth wasn’t already occupied she would’ve happily voiced just how much she missed the feeling of his cock on her tongue. Knowing Hiromi, he probably wouldn’t even take the young woman seriously at all. 

So caught up in her thoughts, Y/N fails to notice the rough thrust of Hiromi’s hips, her resulting violent gag birthing a smirk on the man’s face as he withdraws his cock completely from her mouth.  His hand envelops his spit-covered length, letting the tip brush against Y/N’s lips before inevitably forcing his cock back down Y/N’s throat —this time he wouldn’t stop. She feels the full force of his frustrations in each harsh thrust, her breath slowly being ripped from her lungs, bit by bit. Y/N hopelessly squirms on the mattress, her movements obstructed each time by the rope digging into her soft skin. 

Hiromi pulls his length out of Y/N’s mouth, giving her a chance to breathe. She looks absolutely obscene like this,  her tear-stained cheeks inciting lust in the pit of his stomach, but he forces that lust away because it would only make him pity. Before he knew it, he’d begin to coddle her through her punishment, and Hiromi couldn’t have that. He lets his palm glide up and down his shaft before repeating his previous action,  stuffing Y/N’s mouth to the point that she was seeing stars. He wasn’t sure if his behavior was due to jealousy or a broken rule, but he did know that afterward, this lesson would be ingrained in her mind, that next time you’d think twice about disobeying him.  

The pornographic sound of Y/N’s throat is the only thing heard throughout  Hiromi’s master bedroom. She can feel her pussy moistening at the intoxicating mixture of degradation and praise he was feeding her. Y/N always knew what type of vulgar phrase would tumble from Hiromi’s lips,  even if they were quite predictable, the sultry words mixed with his brash voice still makes the woman feel like there is a waterfall pooling in between her thighs.

“You look much better this way, Y/N. Don’t you agree?”

“Good girl, you’re sucking me off so well.”

Y/N knows Hiromi well. So well, in fact, the woman knows he’s going to cum just by the look on his face, his increasingly slow and sloppy strokes confirming his approaching climax When Hiromi was engrossed in his chase for ecstasy, he’d lose all sense of control, the concept of mercy unknown—no matter if he had her knees pressed against her chest or fucked her throat senseless until it burned. 

It isn’t long before Y/N  feels thick ropes of cum shooting down her throat, and there was a lot of it. Hiromi doesn’t stop until every droplet ejected from his plump pink tip paints the back of Y/N’s throat. His cheeks are as red as a freshly grown tomato, whines high pitched and strained. Although Y/N’s eyes are clouded with tears t, she’s still able to catch a glimpse of Hiromi’s sigh of relief. 

When the panting mess of a lawyer finally removes his cock from Y/N’s mouth, a thin string of saliva hangs from the tip. His muscular chest glistens with a layer of sweat as he leans on the nightstand next to his bed to keep his balance. He tears his soiled dress shirt off, letting it fall to the ground, eyes darkening as he glances down at Y/N’s pitiful form with a frown. She yelps when he grabs a hold of her tear-stained cheeks, his grip so hard that it forces her lips to pucker, giving him the perfect view of her cum-filled mouth. 

“Swallow it,” Hiromi commands stoically.

Y/N complies immediately. It wasn’t like she could protest anyway. Unprompted, she then opens her mouth and stuck out her tongue, verifying that she did exactly as she was told, like the obedient sub she was. 

“Huh, so you can listen." Hiromi’s lips curl into a smirk before placing a soft kiss on her forehead. “Good girl.” He praises, thumb tracing her bottom lip tenderly.  

As Hiromi helps Y/N back on the bed, he begins preparing for the aftermath of their session. It was different every night, most of which were filled with Y/N’s giggles while she recalled her favorite parts of the evening. Tonight his room was quiet as ever in his search for the scissors to free Y/N from the ropes still binding her limbs. Perhaps the lawyer managed to get his message across. Or maybe Y/N was collecting her thoughts—after all, this was technically a new form of punishment for her, so it was only natural. 

Y/N feels like she’s still gasping for air even though Hiromi’s cock no longer occupied it, her body aching even as the dom cut through her ropy prison. The imprints of the tethers that litter her soft skin are revealed with each snip, Hiromi’s fingers grazing them gently to alleviate the burn that no doubt lingered beneath each angry mark. Finally free from her ties, the first thing the young law student does was stretch out her limbs, a tired yawn following. 

“Next time,” she sighs, rolling onto her stomach. “You should get pink ropes. They’d look so much cuter on me,” Y/N throws Hiromi a playfully childish pout that earns her an eye roll from the nonchalant man.

“Even after all that, you’ve still got a smart mouth,” Hiromi grumbles as he runs his fingers through his hair. “Typical.” 

“You should be used to it by now.,” Y/N winks. “I didn’t expect you would go this far over Toji Fushiguro, though.” She admits, resting her head on her arms. 

“You broke a rule in the contract. You get punished for breaking rules, it’s not rocket science nor does it have anything to do with Toji Fushiguro.” Hiromi reminds her. 

He retreats to the bathroom connected to his room to run Y/N a warm relaxing bath. He even throws in her favorite scented Epsom salts to help soothe her muscles. His tasks in the bathroom were brief; he wasn’t even in there that long—but he still notice Y/N’s lack of a response. He assumes that exhaustion finally overcame her body because there were only two things that could hinder the woman’s snarky temperament,  and those were her beauty rest and her father’s black card. However, Hiromi takes aftercare very seriously within his dom and sub relationships. So if he has to disturb her sleep to get her cleaned up—then so be it. When the older lawyer steps back into his room, he is met with the sight of Y/N slipping on her neatly folded clothes, the same ones that lay previously in the corner of the room. 

He watched her dress in confusion. She’s never left his place after a session. Hiromi grew so accustomed to his favorite sub comfortably sleeping in his bed after mindblowing sex that he even bought her a spare toothbrush. 

“I’m starting to think you’re catching feelings beyond the contract.” She says out loud, sliding on the heels she came strutting into his place with. “And that will break the very last rule….” Y/N’s voice trails off as she closes the gap between them. The law student grasps at his shirt to tug him closer and pecks the corner of his lips. “Refrain from getting attached.”

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[ladyofbonten]

Spoiled Little Brat

Spoiled little brat  (Tattoo Artist AU! Sukuna X barista! reader) 

Part of the Sizzling Sextember collab, I wanna thank @blueparadis for hosting this collab <3

TW: use of curse words, degradation, mentions of a gun (Very minor but rather be safe and add), and mentions of blood

Word count: 2785

A/n: If there are any spelling errors, don’t be afraid of letting me know.

 MINORS DNI +18 content;  Orgasm control, Overstim, S&M, degredation (Bitch, whore, slut etc.), Masterbation (f! recieve), fingering (F! recieving), oral (f! recieve) , hair pulling (M! reciving),  biting/marking ( giving and recieving), Praise (if you squint hard enough)

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"Fuck, Gojo if this shit doesn't come off later I swear to god I'll kill you."

"Shut up! You and I both know you're going to be thanking me later for the railing of your life. I'm telling you, if you two have kids, you better make me the god fath- Ow you whore!"

He hissed in pain as he returns the slap to Y/n's shoulder. She simply rolls her eyes as she looks at herself in the mirror. Now, you may be wondering what this duo may be up to. Well, in long story short, their shift was boring and what better way to spice up their shift than to play truth or dare. Only downside, it was not going in Y/n prefered favor. Rather than daring and getting her best friend to do stupid shit, it flipped back on her.

"Are you sure this will do the trick?"

"Are you really doubting your best friend right now? Yes I'm sure."

He rolled his blue eyes as he grabs her phone turning the camera towards her.

"Alright, tits and pussy out, lets give this man a show."

This earns him a quick smack before Y/n grabs her phone then pushes him out of the bathroom. After locking the door she hears a small knock from him and can already see his fake puppy dog eyes.

"Aww come on Y/n! It was a joke~!"

"Yeah okay. I'll do the rest from here."

She laughed knowing he was in fact not joking. Now for her to complete her dare; to push her dom to his breaking point that he'll have to punish her. Unbuttoning her blouse and moving it to the side, she see's where Gojo had written 'Daddy's girl' in eyeliner across her breasts.

'I swear I'll kill him for this.'

She thought as she carfully sets herself up on the floor. With the phone propped to where it only shows her from the neck down, where his previous markings already seemed to fade. Pressing the record button, she gets started.

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"Hey Sukuna, you're still taking that 6 hour piece that Takeda was supposed to do right."

Asked Toji as he found himself in the doorway of his bosses office. He eyed Sukuna, who had been lying his head back in his chair to see if there would any reply before knocking on the doorframe to grab his attention. Noticing he wouldn't be answered, he knocks before asking the question.

"Sukuna?"

"Yeah?"

Sukuna sighed before looking at the older male.

"Just want to comfirm you'll be staying to tattoo Takeda's client that's schedueled from 1-7."

Standing up, he nods and tells Toji he'll be doing it. 

'After dealing with another pissed yet stupid customer who got their now ex's names tattooed on them, I could use this sleeve to relax.'

He thought to himself before sending Toji out. As he's about to walk out, he hears his phone vibrate on his desk. Unlocking his phone, he checks his messages where he sees a video Y/n had sent. Without hesitation he closes the door, knowing her, he needs to be careful opening videos. Not even a second in and the speaker echos the sweet sounds of her moans. There she sat on the floor of her work bathroom with her legs open, the camera getting the perfect view of her fingers sliding in and out of her pretty pussy. Sukuna watched as she used her other hand to grope her breasts with silent pleas dying on her tongue as she brought herself closer to her orgasm. The tight feeling of his jeans agaisnt his crotch was getting annoying before he stopped halfway through the video to respond; 'Misbehaving already and it's barely noon. I'll deal with you later.' and send before pocketing his phone.

'So this is how we're doing things now little one?'

He thought to himself before walking out of his office to prep for the 6 hour session ahead of him.

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"I'm home."

Sukuna sighed as he took off his shoes entering their shared home. Peaking from over the back of the couch, Y/n lies watching one of her shows.

"Hey love."

She beamed as he walked by to kiss her forehead. Waiting for the ball to drop, she watches as he goes to their room only to hear the shower turn on. Confused, she walks into the bathroom where Sukuna stood shirtless with just his jeans on.

"Hmm, Wanna join little one?"

He asks before stripping off the rest of his clothing. Y/n nods before also taking her clothes off to join him. The warm water hits her skin as it bounces off his when he reaches for the shampoo. Y/n is pulled into Sukuna as he starts to wash her hair, massaging her scalp knowing that it soothes her when she's stressed. She doesn't notice it at first till Sukuna lightly kisses her temple asking if shes okay.

"Yeah I'm fine, sorry. What did you ask?"

"Have you eaten dinner yet?"

"No, not yet. I wanted to eat dinner with you."

She croaked out too lost in the feeling of his fingers in her hair. He chuckled knowing she enjoyed having her hair washed by him.

"Okay, we'll make dinner together then."

He whispers before they finish their routine. After their shower, they both make their way to the kitchen to start cooking together. As they start doing their own seprate tasks, Y/n gets stuck in her own thoughts as to why he hasn't punished her yet. With her lack of focus, Y/n's clumsy self catches her finger on the knife shes using to cut up vegetables. Sukuna hears her hiss in pain and checks in on her to see where the blad caught her. After assessing the small cut, he grabbed the first aid kit to help her clean the wound. As he finishes placing the bandaid down, she finally asks why he hasn't addressed what she had done earlier in the day.

"So that's why you've been quiet since I got home?"

He chuckled as he put the first aid kit back.

"Well since I know the unknown is most likely eating you alive, I'll give you the relief to know that I won't be giving you your punishment tonight. After having to deal with some rather unpleasent customers and an unexpected 6 hour sleeve today, I'd rather sit on the couch and watch shows with you tonight. Your punishment can wait for another day."

He sighed while encaging Y/n's body with his against the counter. He leaned down to rest his forehead against hers where they stood with their eyes closed in silence. Y/n reaches around his waist and kisses his jaw before apolagizing if she added any unneccessary stress to his day.

"Don't worry little one, the only stress you gave me was if I should leave or not since both Geto and Toji were in the shop today. You know how those two can be if left alone for too long."

He chuckled as he kissed her temple and tossled her hair.

"Dinner will ready soon, go ahead and start setting up the table."

He said as he turned towards the stove to finish dinner. Y/n smiled before sliding behind him to hug sukuna once more from his waist and kissed his back telling him she loves him.

"I love you too, now go set up the table. Food should be done soon."

"Yessir~." 

she saluted while winking.

"Good girl." 

He smirked and turned around for a split second to slap her ass as she walked away.

'This night didn't end how I thought it would, but it wasn't bad either.'

She thought as she set up the table. The night goes as it typically does, the two spoke about how their days went over dinner before watching a show and falling asleep. It was just an average night that would have an average morning... Or so Y/n thought. Stirring in her wake, Y/n feels like her whole body is vibrating. She attempts to rub the sleep out of her eyes but feels like her hands are bound.

"Wha- whats going on?"

She murmurred opening her eyes. With blurry vision she sees a figure sitting on the opposite side of the room in a chair.

"Awake now, are you sweet heart?"

Sukunas voice carried a little more bass than usual, and thats all it took for Y/n to realize what was going on. Straining to pull her arms close to her only to fail. Looking up she sees where her hands are bound to their bed, and the feeling between her legs, a feeling all to familiar; her vibrator. Quickly turning her attention back to the figure in the corner, there sat Sukuna shirtless in the joggers he fell asslep in the night before.

"Wait, you said you'd deal with me on another day!"

"Today is another day." 

Sukuna said with a shit eating grin on his face. Y/n tried making a deal with him, but he shut every possible deal down when he turned up the vibrator. A gasp is pulled out of Y/n as she feels her own arousal grow, whereas Sukuna laughs.

"You know, I was very lenient with your antics yesterday. The videos, the photos, the attitude, and then acting like nothing happened when I walked in through the front door. You're typically bratty in your own way, but yesterday takes the cake for the most bratty behavior yet."

Sukuna tsked as he turned up the setting a few times. A shiver runs through Y/n body at the feeling as she tries holding back a high pitched moan.

"Don't hold back on me now, you were letting out small whimpers like the little bitch you are not too long ago."

"Suku-"

He turned up the setting once more before pulling the waist band of his joggers down to release his own aching cock. Slowly he starts pumping it as he watches Y/n trying not to cum on the silicon toy that is inside of her.

"Wanna try that again?"

"Daddy please?" 

she let out a choked sob feeling the knot in her stomach about to snap.

"Please what? I'm not a mind reader, use your words."

 "I'm gonna cum." 

 She whined as she turned her head towards Sukuna. 

 "Hold out a little longer."

 He ordered before taking his time to make his way over to her. The sight of her body tied to the bed, nude, with nothing but pure submission in her eyes, drove him feral. But unlike his lover, he has a lot more self control and patience. Grabbing her by one of her legs, Sukuna lies between them leaving a trail of love bites on her thigh.  Looking at Y/n who is caught up in her own pleasure, he pulls out vibrator replacing it with his digits and curling them in an upward motion.

"F-fuck fuck fuck." 

 She whimpered as he planted his mouth over her clit sending her over the edge.  The feeling of her orgasm comes crashing down as she traps sukuna between her thighs while making eye contact. As the feeling of her first orgasm washes over, Sukuna continues to rub circles over her clit with his thumb as he pumps two fingers in and out of her knowing how sensitive she is.

"N-no, too much."

She murmurs trying to close her legs but fails as they're forced back open by Sukuna, who lies there wears a shit eating grin on his face.

"You were the one wanting to cum yesterday were you not? The one to act out in hopes to be punished, so wheres the same energy now?"

"It was dare! Gojo made me do it!"

She confessed.

"Did he have a gun pointed at you?"

"Wha- no of course not."

"Then he didn't force you to do anything. You did it all by yourself sweetheart." 

He retorted with a sadistic grin plastered on his face. The feeling of the knot in her stomach starts building up again. The feeling of his thumb rubbing circles against her clit has her arching further into his touch which makes him laugh.

"Oh, such a contradictory of your words."

He smirked before getting closer to whisper in her ear, his voice dropping multiple octuves.

"Your words feign innocence yet your body reveals the true nature of the whore you are."

He proceeds to pull out his fingers before she can finish leaving her whining.

"Don't worry sweetheart, we're not done yet."

He says as he unbinds her wrists.

"On your hands and knees, now."

He ordered. Y/n wasted no time and quickly flipped over, pushing her ass out towards him making him smile as he rests his hands on her hips.

"Not putting up a fight anymore?"

He questioned mocklingly.

"Please."

She begged as Sukuna teased her by rubbing his cock between her folds, coating it with her arousal. Leaning over her, he kisses the back of her neck and nips at the shell of her ear.

"Please what? Use your words."

Further pushing herself back into him she sighs.

"Fuck me."

She barely whispers.

"Speak up Y/n, I don't think I quite got tha-"

"Please fuck me already!"

She cried out tired of his teasing.

"Daddy please I need you."

Theres a moment of silence before Sukuna chuckles.

" I'll induge in your little pleas, but only because you begged for it."

He purred as he wasted no time thrusting into her and bottoming out. They both moan as he does so, and then he whispers to her.

"That and I know you're a slut for my cock."

He pulls out and rams into her pulling out a half moan half scream from her. He continues this building a rythym. The lewd scwelching sound of him constantly thrusting into her echos in the room, the burning trail his hands leave on her skin, and the throaty groans that leave his chest vibrating against her back, drives her insane. Reaching  for his forearm,  broken pleads and his name fall from her lips. 

"What happened sweet heart? All fucked out already?"

Whimpers fall from her lips as the feeling of her orgasm builds up again. Further arching her back is the only response he needs to pulls out.

"Not yet."

He groaned before flipping her over and hooking her legs around his waist. As quickly as he pulled out, he inserts himself back in her making her moan and entangle her fingers with his hair. Quick to build back the rhythym they had before, Sukuna starts kissing and biting her neck and breasts.

"Fuc- please daddy, I'm so close. I need you."

Tears slipped as she softly pled. The feeling of her orgasm on the verge of snapping and having to hold back was pure torture to her. With Sukuna's dark eyes meeting hers, he pulls her into a searing kiss and whispering.

"Go ahead little one, cum like the bitch in heat you are."

That's all she needed before she cried out as her orgasm hit. Dragging her nails against his back and biting his shoulder. Her orgasm was all he needed to send himself over the edge.

"Fuck, you're so perfect for me."

He breathly moaned in her neck as he released his seed inside of her. After finishing his last messy thrusts, he pulls out and pulls Y/n onto his chest to catch their breaths. A few minutes pass as she traces the tattoos that adorn sukuna's chest and he rubs small circles on her lower back.

"I didn't go too far right? I didn't hurt you in any way did I?"

He asked as he examined her wrists and kissing where the binds held her.

"No, I promise I'm okay."

She whispered as she holds his hand in hers and kissing the solf flesh of his palm. He smiles as he kisses her forehead and pulling her into a hug.

"I love you little one, don't you forget that."

"I love you too babe."

They both laid there before Y/n decides to get ready for work, only to be pulled back down in bed.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere."

He chukled as he pulled her back into his chest.

"But what about work?"

I already called us both out for the day."

He hovers over her kissing and smiling as she wraps her arms around his shoulders.

"I told you I wasn't done with you yet and its only noon. We have all day to finish your little punishment."

He said with a smirk on his face.

'Oh dear.'

[blueparadis]

Hi paradis! Am I able to change my sizzling sextember entry to something else? 🥺

Helo helo! Ofcourse you can 😌 and there is no hurry, take your time and get sorted with your entry !!

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[ladyofbonten]

big risks come with big rewards

big risks come with big rewards (College professor AU! Rengoku Kyojuro X Student! Fem! reader)

Part of the Sizzling Sextember collab, I wanna thank @blueparadis for hosting this collab <3

TW: use of curse words Word count: 1123 A/n: If there are any spelling errors, don’t be afraid of letting me know. And I’m sorry for this being late, I partied too hard for my 21st and then got caught up with working! MINORS DNI +18 content: ice (temp) play, wax play, praise, exhibitionism, vaginal sex, unprotected sex ************************************************

College is a time and place meant to make memories. Partying, getting drunk, maybe having a few flings, and getting into relationships. Some were accomplished, and more were added as Y/n found herself in a secret relationship with one of the professors at this said college. What started as a mere crush, soon turned into attraction, and quickly turned into something more. School continued and students walked the busy and loud halls as Y/n lied sprawled out on Kyojuro’s desk, blouse wide open, skirt bunched at her hips, and the man himself watching her squirm. He alternated between dropping wax on her thighs and stomach or lightly trailing ice in the valley of her breasts down her sternum tracing where the wax has cooled. The initial stinging sensation from the wax as it makes contact with the skin soon being met by the frigid ice.

“Kyoj- mmm Sir?”

“Hmm?”

He hummed as his eyes flickered to hers. Flames danced in both their eyes as the tension grew. Tracing the ice down her inner thigh, he pulls a light gasp from between her lips before smirking.

“Where you at, firecracker?”

He asked making sure she was okay. This was their first time dabbling into wax play. Both are very interested in experimenting with it, and both very much enjoying it. The sight and sounds of his lover sending him into overdrive, and he wasn’t far from breaking those chains holding him back.

“Green. Bright fucking green.”

She said just above a whisper as her eyes fluttered shut. She arched her back as he gently dragged the ice down her folds, leaving a string of curse words to fall softly from her tongue.

“You look so beautiful, Y/n.”

He whispered as he put the ice down next to the candle he’d been using. The soft caressing of her thighs quickly turns to him picking her up and pulling her into the storage closet. As he softly closes the door, another is opened and soft chattering between a few other people is heard on the other side. They both kept silent as he held Y/n pinned back against the wall. The position left her bare against his still fully clothed body. The thought of them possibly being caught aroused her more as she hooked her legs around his waist and grinded against his clothed bulge. The reaction she got from him only fueled her need for him as he immediately buried his head in the crook of her neck and met her, leaving a wet spot on his crotch.

“Fuck.”

A faint sigh slipped from his mouth as he carefully unbuckled his belt. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she pulls him into a sloppy kiss to keep herself from moaning as he played with her clit. Pulling away, she tilts his chin up before smirking.

“Don’t be shy, fuck me. Right here right now. Or are you scared?”

There’s a pause between the two before he bottoms out in her and a shiver runs down her spine. She wiggled her hips a bit teasingly which earned a small tug on her hair and a chuckle.

“You’re playing with fire dear.”

“I know, but you are too since you went along. Doesn’t that make you just as guilty sir?”

She teased with a smirk. Although the darkness of the closet keeps the two from their sense of sight, the other senses are all the more heightened. His touch left burning trails on her skin, and the sounds of his small grunts, sighs, his whispers against her ear leave her body in goosebumps. He slowly starts to move and it takes everything in her to not moan too loudly, not with her other teachers, his coworkers on the other side of the door that separates the closet and teachers lounge. Faint laughter and chattering from them can be heard as he builds his rhythm and god did she wish they had just done this in the classroom instead. The soft squelching sounds with every thrust makes it hard for him to stay in control, especially as she dragged her nails against his back.

“God, I don’t need to see you to know how beautiful you look all fucked out.”

He whispered slowly driving her close to her orgasm. She pulled him closer burying his face in the crook of her neck as she felt the knot on the brink of snapping.

“I just need to grab something out of here real quick.”

Is heard from the other side before the door cracks open. Both Y/n and Rengoku turn to see a slightly surprised Tengen who switches eye contact between the two in the middle of something rather intimate.

“Uzui, everything okay?”

The voice of Mitsuri is heard before the slightly older male nods and says he got lost in thought before reaching over to grab something. But what he didn’t know was that in the mids of making eye contact with his student, she came. She got caught and that’s all it took to drive her right over the edge. Rengoku had to hug her nude body and bite his fist to keep himself from groaning loud enough for the others to hear. Tengen looks at them briefly for a moment before walking out and closing the door behind him. It’s quiet for a moment before Kyojuro rests his forehead against Y/n’s and chuckles.

“Was that really your undoing? Making eye contact with Tengen?”

“Shut up! He caught us in the middle of you fucking me. I mean what better way to show someone I’m yours?”

She whispered. He rolled his eyes though she couldn’t see it.

“You’re a special one.”

He retorted as he helped her straighten out her clothes.

“The best kind?”

She said as she pulled him by his tie closer before he kissed her, slowly and full of love. He then pulled away just barely as he whispered back.

“The very best.”

Before going back into the kiss.

‘I’ll never get tired of him.’

She thought before pulling away. As he pulled open the door, he sees Tengen sitting at his desk and the only occupant in the faculty room.

“A heads up would be appreciated, Kyojuro.”

He chuckled as a blush bloomed on the faces of the couple.

“Sorry bout that.”

Rengoku replied while laughing nervously. Tengen then turned his attention to Y/n who avoided his eyes.

“You know, the girls and I have been looking to experiment. If you two are ever down to get together, let us know.”

This caught both of their attention real quick as Tengen walked out of the room leaving them stunned at the offer.

‘What could go wrong?’

[ladyofbonten]

My sweet boy

My sweet boy ( Timeskip! Model! Hakkai Shiba X assistant! F! Reader)

Part of the Sizzling Sextember collab, I wanna thank @blueparadis for hosting this collab <3

TW: mentions of alcohol, and use of curse words

Word count: 3186

A/N: MINORS DNI +18 content;  dom/sub dynamic (F! Dom X M! Sub), masturbation (m! receive), oral (m! receive), edging (M! receive), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, praise, slight exhibitionism

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"Y/n don't yawn, that's rude."

She felt a light nudge from Mitsuya who stood next to her, focused on the runway in front of the two of them and Yuzuha.

"Sorry 'Kashi, just-"

"I know, I'm sorry. This project had us staying in the studio working all hours of the night."

"Running on 2 hours, copious amounts of caffeine ranging from coffee to energy drinks, and ambition."

She adds on and side-eye Mitsuya who wears the same grin she does.

"And now it has paid off, look."

He nods his head towards the runway where Hakkai struts with his head held high. A soft smile makes its way to her face as she watches her boyfriend do one of the few things he knows how to do best, and that is looking way too good in whatever clothes Mitsyua designed for him and his build. Every stitch and seam is crafted to perfection to not only show how tall he is but to compliment everything hidden under. Y/n felt a pair of eyes on her and glanced to her right where Yuzuha shakes her head smiling.

"Stop ogling my brother, you're reminding me how single I am."

This makes Y/n chuckle before leaning towards her friend and attempting to whisper trying not to laugh.

"Would you rather I oggle in silence or start my commentary about how good his clothes would look on the catwalk."

The brunette is quick to turn and smack Y/n's shoulder laughing and telling her she's gross. The pair gets a look from Mitsuya before they stop but not before Yuzaha pinches her arm.

'Oh, I can't wait for this shit to be over.'

Were Y/n's last thoughts.

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"Cheers to another wonderful fashion week here in Tokyo!"

 Y/n hears a bunch of the models with Hakkai toast to the end of fashion week, whereas Mitsuya, Yuzuha, and she all speak with fellow designers, apprentices/assistants, and agents. She earned many praises for her work alongside Mitsuya and a few glares from fellow assistants who get backhanded compliments.

 "You better be careful Mitsuya-san, I might sweep L/n-chan away when you aren't looking and take her under my wing."

"L/n-chan, how much would it be to get you to come work for me?"

"L/n-chan, why don't you come work for bigger names in the designer industry?"

Some jokes, some kind of serious, and they all got the same answer.

"I'm sorry but nothing could tempt me to leave my position at Mitsuya-san's boutique. My best friend had a vision and I wanted to help support and see him reach his dream. And I intend on continuing down this path."

"Oh, and what's your dream L/n-chan?"

She noticed a few eyes soon migrate their way before responding.

"My dream is to continue making clothes at the side of my close friend. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go mingle elsewhere."

she beamed as she turned away to make her way towards where all the models have seemed to conjoin. She heard some laughter along some conversations, but one, in particular, caught her interest. She noticed Hakkai leaning slightly to the right away from the model who is seated to his left outright flirting with him.

'Oh that poor thing, he's trying so hard to stay polite but doesn't know how to voice he isn't interested in any of her advancements.'

She chuckled in amusement at the sight before lightly tapping his right shoulder to gain his attention. He quickly turned towards her and visibly relaxes at the fact that she was now present.

"Having fun?"

She snickered as he somewhat scowls at her.

'Oh, he knows I've been watching.'

She thought as she sat on the armrest next to him. He's quick to lean more towards her which doesn't go unnoticed by the model who's been more than flirty.

"Shiba-kun, do you want another drink?"

 She says leaning towards the couple allowing more of her cleavage to show. It doesn't go unnoticed by Y/n how the model has this look behind her eyes that is telling her to back away from Hakkai, but she ignores it when Hakkai glances at her questioning if it's wise to take another drink. They both knew he hadn't really eaten that day to prevent any inflammation in the face and if he drinks just a bit more than what he already has, he'll have to cancel tomorrow's shoot because of inflammation. It wouldn't be major, but enough that it'll be noticeable and Yuzaha will scold him for not being careful.

"I think he will have to kindly decl-"

"Is your last name Shiba?"

The model retorted with a smile through gritted teeth. Y/n sat up just a bit more before responding.

"No, but-"

"Then don't answer when I was clearly not talking to you."

'Oh, she wants to go that route?'

Y/n arched an eyebrow before noticing Hakkai start wrapping his arm around her waist. Now all the models have stopped talking and are watching the stare-down between the model and Y/n. Hakkai is the first to speak up knowing that Y/n has little to no patients for those who act entitled or rude for no reason.

"I've already had 3 drinks tonight, I think I'm okay Hibana-san. Plus Y/n is just looking out for me, I trust her in declining is for a good reason."

"What is she, your mother? You don't need to listen to someone like her Hakkai."

She says laughing as if she said something funny.

'No, but he calls me mommy when I have him begging on his knees.'

Y/n snickered to herself at her own inner monologue before deciding that she'll put the model back in her place. But before she can even start, Hakkai pulls Y/n into his lap and holds her left hand up putting the promise ring he got her on full display. He then holds his right hand up showing the matching ring she'd gotten him. A few gasps are let out and Y/n can feel the heat crawling up her neck as he pulls her flush against his chest. 

"K-kai-"

"Please don't address me by my first name Hibana-san, as we had only met today and only close friends and my girlfriend can use my first name to address me."

The once confident look that adorned the model's face is quick to fade into dismay and embarrassment.

"Girlfriend?!"

Murmuring starts up from the other models who now side-eye the model. Hakkai sighs as he pats Y/n's thigh signaling for her to stand up. As she does, he gets up and wraps his arm around her shoulders protectively before speaking again.

" If you can't respect my girlfriend, consider the collaboration offer declined. I won't listen to anyone speak ill to or about her, especially when she's done nothing but be respectful and nice. Now if you'll excuse us, we will be taking our leave."

He bids his farewells to the other models and pulls Y/n along as they make their way toward Mitsyua and Yuzaha. Y/n glances at Hakkai whose jaw is still slightly tense from telling the model off.

'Aww, I never thought I'd see the day he tells someone off of the opposite sex.'

She thought to herself as he turns to her with a soft smile. Reaching for his face and softly pecking his lips, she sighs and rests her forehead against his. She watched as his cheeks redden and he asks me her the sudden display.

"No reason for your pretty little head to worry about my love."

She states just above a whisper as she notices that same model with her jaw just about on the floor from the corner of her eye.

'That's right, he's mine.'

She beamed before they reach Yuzaha and Mitsyua telling them they're ready to head out. The pair agrees that they're tired and ready to turn in for the night as they had finished saying their farewells also. They all walk out of the building where a bunch of paparazzi camp out waiting to see who they can get pictures of. They're quick to make a dash for the garage before being spotted and leaving for home. Y/n is quick to hop into the driver's seat of her car and Hakkai joins her whereas Yuzaha and Mitsuya take her car back to the Shiba household. Once they make it out of the parking structure and out of the eyes of any vultures, Y/n decides to have a little fun of her own.

"You know 'Kai, I never thought I'd see the day where you would stand up to a girl besides your sister."

He turns her way as she put her hand out for him. Interlacing his fingers in her own, she pulls his hand close to her face and kisses the back of his hand. From the corner of her eye, she can see the tip of his ear flushed as he looks down at his lap.

"And may I add how much it turned me on to see you so protective of me. I gotta say, I'm proud of you for finding your voice love."

The corner of her mouth tugs into a smirk as Hakkai stampers out that it was nothing. Pulling up to a yellow soon to be red light, she's quick to take her seatbelt off. Before Hakkai can question her, she leans over pulling him by his tie into a kiss. She knew it caught him off guard slightly, but he relaxed within seconds and attempts to pull her closer to him. Pulling back slightly, she starts trailing kisses from his jaw to his ear smirking.

"Tell me when the light turns green."

She whispered next to his ear sending shivers throughout his body. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt, she litters his neck and collarbone with hickeys. The sound of his breathy moans echo in her ears as she lightly drags her hand across his inner thigh. that's when she feels it, a raging erection lies waiting under her palms. Grinning, she lightly palms him through his pants dragging an airy gasp from him.

"Hard already pretty boy?"

She questioned through her lashes. The faint glow of the street light gave her the perfect lighting to see the blush that rests on his face and the needy look in his eyes. He's quick to look away behind her and voices that the light is green again before she moves back to her seat.

"Don't be shy, start playing with yourself for mommy."

She purred as she side-glanced his way. A whine slips between his lips as he frees his cock from the already constricting pants and starts pumping himself.

"Such an obedient one you've always been. Always so good for me 'Kai."

She whispers just above the sound of the light music playing in the background. The light moans are like music to her ears, and the pleas to be touched are the addicting chorus. The feeling of her arousal grows as she drags her nails against his inner thigh leaving him whimpering.

"M- mommy, please. I need your touch."

His choked sobs for her to touch him caused something to snap inside of her before she pulled into an empty alleyway. Meeting Hakkai in a heated kiss, she takes Hakkai's cock into her hand and slowly starts pumping it.

"Okay sweet boy, let me take care of you."

Pulling away from the kiss she moved closer to kiss the head of his cock, making him shutter. Slowly teasing him with her tongue, he bucks his hips towards her mouth. Feeling the tip just kiss the back of her throat, she pulls back licking the vein that trails down the shaft.

"Be patient love, I promise you'll have your reward soon enough. Be a good boy, hmm?"

He shakes his head vigorously and a shaky moan slip past his lips as the Y/n finally takes his length into her mouth. Biting into his knuckles, Hakkai tries his best to keep himself from moaning too loudly. The motion of Y/n bobbing her head up and down pulls light moans from the model.

"P-please, I'm so close." 

He cried and attempted to buck up again. Y/n pulls her mouth off him, slowly pumps him, and letting out a chuckle.

"Hmmm? So soon? I've barely touched you and you're going to finish already?"

Watching her lover buck into her touch, she can tell just how close he is to cumming.

"what's the rule when you're close to cumming?"

She attempts to stare into Hakkai's blue eyes but he's too lost in her touch to register her words. Y/n stops her movements which has Hakkai looking at her with pleading eyes.

"Answer the question, love."

"I don't cum till mommy says I can."

He looks away shyly which has Y/n smirking.

"Don't get shy and act like you weren't just moaning and begging me to touch you."

Leaning over Hakkai and his seat, she pulls the lever so she can climb over. Pulling her now ruined panties off and riding up her dress, she hovers over Hakkai as his hands find their way to her hips.

"Please?" 

He whined as he slowly grinds up, his cock head dragging over her now puffy clit. Y/n shutters at the action, closing her eyes and letting her read fall back ever so slightly.

"Please what? Use your words baby."

 The feeling of his head so close to her entrance has her suck in air through her teeth as she stares down at him.

 "Ride me."

He mumbled.

"Say it louder, love."

"Ride me, please."

He pled before the Y/n sunk down on him, earning a small gasp from him. A breathy moan slipped past her lips at the feeling of him stretching her out, a feeling she never gets used to in the best kind of way. Kissing his neck and trails of hickies liter his collarbone as she gives herself time to adjust to him. Not long after, she starts to lift her hips before sliding back down to the base feeling every vein on his cock drag against her walls. A string of breathy curse words leaves her mouth before she starts to increase her speed and build a rhythm. After being edged the first time, Hakkai's orgasm starts building up again leaving him a moaning mess.

"I'm- fuck- I'm close."

He muttered. Starring up at her through half-lidding eyes, he reaches up to take her breast into his hand. Lightly groping and massaging the flesh in hand doing anything to keep himself distracted from the thought of cumming.

"I know, I can- fuck, right there love."

She gasps as feels him hitting that one sweet spot before picking up her pace. The feeling of her own orgasm building up has Y/n come to the quick decision to give Hakkai his reward.

"Since you were such a good boy- fuck~ you can choose where to cum. That is your reward."

The burning in her legs causes her rhythm to falter slightly, but Hakkai takes over bucking up into her. Now leaning closer as Y/n feels her orgasm getting closer, Hakkai pulls her into a kiss by the nape of her neck before pulling back.

"I wanna cum inside you."

He says between pants staring back into her eyes. Y/n nods as she leans in whispering in his ear.

"Go ahead. Cum for mommy won't you?"

As the feeling of his orgasm getting ready to hit, he reaches in between, drawing circles on her clit. The action made the knot in her stomach snap. A slur of curse words are whispered in the air by both as Y/n rides out her orgasm and brings Hakkai to his. After a few stuttered thrusts, Hakkai stops and brings Y/n to lie on his chest. The soft music with the company of the two catching their breath, they lie in silence entangled in each other's arms and nuzzled into each other. Hakkai is the first to break the silence as he gently rubs Y/n's lower back.

"You're okay right, dear? I know we didn't really get to prep you and I want to make sure I didn't hurt you."

This catches her slightly by surprise before a smile appears on her face as she peppers his face with kisses.

"I promise I'm okay love. Thank you for asking and checking on me."

They both stay entangled in each other's arms for a moment before they both remember that Hakkai has a photo shoot later that day. And he has to have his shirt off, which comes with the issue of his chest being covered in love bites and hickies.

"You think a little makeup will cover this?"

"Yes but if the other two find out I did this knowing you had the shoot, I'm going to be scolded."

But the makeup artists will see it, won't they?"

He questioned before getting a call. Checking the ID, it's Yuzaha and he answers quickly.

"Hello?"

"Hakkai, where are you two? Takashi and I already made it back to the house and have been here for the past 15 minutes."

The couple looks at one another before he answers saying that they both went to get food. But his sister's response makes both of them flustered.

"Oh really? Cause your location is still on and seems to have you pinged in some alleyway not far from where the after-party was held. So, you sure you don't want to change your answer little brother?"

Y/n is quick to snatch his phone from him and respond in a way that only flusters him and disgusts the other two.

"Yu, I'm trying to give you that niece or nephew you keep asking me for. Now let us be so I have more reason to be called mommy." 

The slightly vulgar implication makes the older sister snort and the other male on the other side of the phone scrunch his face in disgust.

"Didn't need to know that Y/n."

"Well the more you know."

Y/n said giggling and Hakkai shook his head as he kisses her forehead. But the next words that come from Mitsuya make her slightly nervous.

"You didn't leave any visible marks, right?"

"Okay. So let's say hypothetically if I did, would I get in trouble?"

She hears a sigh over the phone before he says he's too old for her shenanigans and just to be up early to cover them up for Hakkai.

"Roger that 'Kashi. Anything else?"

"Just get home safely."

"Alrighty."

She says as she and Hakkai hang up. The couple stares at each other for a second before breaking out into a fit of laughter.

 "So, should we actually go get food?"

   She asks as she climbs back to the driver's seat and fixes her clothes.

    "Yeah, let's go eat."

[blueparadis]

Hii <3 I'd love to join your September collab 😋

Hate fuck with Scaramouche + marking kink on sept 26th, if that's alright~

He's all yours! And it's absolutely fine 😌

Sizzling Sextember

[blueparadis]

Hi Paradis 💕 Could I please join your sextember collab with Uzui, dom+sub play and sensory deprivation?

Ofcourse, thank you for joining. Greatly looking forward to your entry because I love this guy.

He's all yours!!💛💚

Sizzling Sextember

[blueparadis]

hello there! can i join your september collab?

impact play + erwin + commander kink on september 16 if that’s okay 💕

Yes, it absolutely is! Hon’

Erwin & impact play huh! Totally not side-eyeing you :D

Sizzling Sextember

[blueparadis]

hi paradis — allow me to join your sextember collab w/ shibari and sub!kaedehara kazuha + orgasm control <33

Rekhaaaaaaaa! Yes, ofc. I'm so happy you joined love.

Sizzling Sextember

[blueparadis]

hi paradis ! can i pls do shibari with levi ackerman + edging for your bdsm collab?

Ofcourse cassssssss😏 I'll add you.

Sizzling Sextember

[dejwrites]

okay i deleted the preview ! but i’m excited for everyone to read it even though it ain’t dropping until next month lol

[blueparadis]

▏drowning   ▏pierro   ▏

CWs— female anatomy, she/her pronouns, smut, corruption kink, sub!reader, use of pet-names, cumflation, use of sex toy, anal play, cunnilingus, mention of menstrual cycle; word count — 1k

PRECIS — pierro just wants to show you the greater pleasures of life other than doing chores for him.

NOTES — part of my self-event sizzling sextember collab. I was supposed to post it last week of September, but oh well. thanks to @luvbladez for beta reading !

⌗ tags —» @xshinigamikittenx @garoujo @munsonsins

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The first time Pierro laid eyes on you he knew you would be promising. With your growing body while others seem to work a week barely you endured the workload for almost a month. He thinks it's cute that you do the chores happily with a smile on your face, and take proper breaks if necessary. He is pretty fond of you, your organized habits, your manner of neat and fresh clothing. Sometimes, he thinks you should be rewarded but doesn't know how?

Sometimes he thinks it is your white innocence that makes him work overnight only to watch you getting all fidgety every time you try to glance at him. It certainly crossed his mind that you might like him, his presence around you, especially when he caught you stealing glances at him as he was buried in paperwork but he was not sure until you accidentally fell scattering all those papers on the ground, some flying in other directions and refusing any kind of help he offered.

He did not ask you again since he was unsure if he would have been able to hold himself back after accidentally having a peek of your cleavage. But a reflex thought crossed his mind: would your nipples be the same color as your lips?

He quickly cleared his throat and went back to his work desk while you adjusted your clothing to hide your modesty. He could not tear his gaze away from you that night. He was thankful for your white innocence that did not let you be aware of his intentions, his raging desires to have a taste of you, your supple skin.

Pierro was avoiding you since that day, he had to so that he could keep his cravings at bay yet he was not fond of the fact that he was jacking off thinking of you, late at night like a teenage boy. Fate surely has its wildcards since he needed to see you for fetching some special papers. He would have called for another one but you were more organized, more accustomed to his ways so it was you in the end.

He tried to keep himself busy, not to look at you but when your melodious voice responded to his beckon, something unleashed within him. “You called for me, my lord?” 

“Y-Yes”, he shuttered, lending you a file. You inspected it carefully to know what he was looking for. And as you stood in front of the shelf, Pierro clenched his jaw while his fingers curled into a fist. You were just at arm's length wearing a light peach dress, and he was losing his mind thinking how painfully unaware you were that anyone could see your areola

He had enough of this. “Here my lord, the papers”, his eyes made up to yours. The pile of papers went flying in all directions as he pulled you against his body. 

“Tell me you want this?”, he panted against your mouth having his arms snaked around your body. You gasped and breathed heavily at this sudden glimpse of hunger as he proceeded to make you sit on his work desk. “Do you want this, girl? Tell me”, he asked again. This time his palm was resting on your naked thighs illuminating fireworks all over your skin.

“Yes”

And in the very next moment, his fingers were playing with your pussy folds, eyes carefully watching your nipples getting hard at his ministrations while you grabbed the edge of his long overcoat. He could not wait any longer. Even though you were wearing the dress, his tongue lapped over your nipple while his mouth clamped around your breasts. “My lord, please ”, you mewl making him quickly pull away but he was bestowed with a raspy plea, “more, I want more of you”

That night, you lost count of how many times you squirted as he finger-fucked you. He did not want to deflower you yet, not like this. He wanted you to beg for it, beg to take your virginity. You wanted that too. You wanted to be filled with his cum, have his hefty cock buried inside you but fate had some other plans.

“I see.”, pierro uttered, strolling across his table as you told him that you were on your cycle. Now, violence was coursing within him, but he did not want to break you like that or give you to his subordinates after he was done savoring your taste. He wanted it all for himself.

Pierro handed you a teardrop-shaped thing and as he explained what it was for, your mind went foggy and dizzy. He was desperate to have you, to taint your innocence and so were you. It was indeed tough to work with that thing buried in your hole but you managed. You wanted to please him so bad, hear him say ‘Good girl as he plays with you later at night.

With the cool breeze grazing your naked skin, giving you goosebumps it was hard not to let out any squeal while having his cock deep inside your butthole. You were sitting on his lap, legs spread across his pelvic as your naked body rested on his firm chest while he was finishing the last pile of papers. Any little movement sends shivers of pain, and waves of pleasure in your clogged mind.

“I’m done baby girl”, he boldly whispers, adjusting you a little. He smiled as your juices soaked the clothing. His long sturdy fingers clamped around your waist as he guided you on his cock. You both wince at every move yet when he had you bouncing on his cock, mixed cum dripping along your legs he knew he had edified you well enough to own you like a fire owns a moth. 

A month later, it became a routine. You were addicted to him, his whispers against your ears while his naked chest grazed yours. And Pierro? He was a happy man. Happy that you would come to him late at night, having him sheathed with your pussy while he finishes his work. He knew he did his job well. You both were drowning in each other's web of charms.

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@tokyometronetwork

[blueparadis]

▏tastes like honey ▏o.tooru ▏

CWs — female anatomy, she/her pronouns, established relationship, angst & fluff | nipple play, lactation kink, implied breeding kink, soft smut.

precis — oikawa misses his beloved’s touch after coming from mrs.iwa's babyshower.

notes — part of sizzling sextember + sintember. ft envy hosted by my beloved RØME0 ( @romiyaro ) Please check other author's works :>

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It was such a silly mistake to come here without you. The room is filled with people and their joyous chirping makes him so irritated that just gave in to the thought of calling you. His relationship with you is not full of roses and bursts of sunshines like others, especially Iwaizumi.

“Hey, listen! You don’t have to wait for me today. Just have dinner without me…”

“Okay. I’m still at the office so, maybe we could have dinner at some restaurant.”

“Nahh! I won’t be able to make it.”.

As soon as Oikawa ended the call bubbles of regret rippled in his pool of thoughts. That’s not what he wanted to tell. He wanted to tell you how much he missed you during this baby shower, where his desert friend, Iwaizumi, and his wife were standing side by side accepting gifts from guests. The smile that plastered on his friend’s face was different, full of pride.

It has been more than a year since he got married and it is a wonder to Oikawa how he managed to be a dad so easily. It’s not the sex, it’s the responsibility to raise a child which is why he never thought of having a kid. But with that baby bump, a flower crown on her head while she wore a creamy ivory gown sure made him think how you would look in that form. With his baby in you and breasts full of milk.

He finished the drink in one gulp and left the ceremony immediately. Oikawa talked to you about this already, about not having a baby till he was financially ready. He lied since he thought it would be better not to tell you that he is never planning to have one since he thinks he is not capable of being a father. Hence, envy crawled into his heart when he saw his dearest friend bestowed with fatherhood. Can he have that too? Would you listen to him if he changed his mind? Wouldn’t you be a little suspicious?

You did not press him since it was a sensitive matter to you as well. What if there are problems? Problems that could shut out the possibility of having a baby. You did not want to know that, you were not prepared either.

The sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella was far more soothing than the chit-chat of the baby shower ceremony. Oikawa was standing outside your office holding an umbrella in one hand and packed food in the other. What was he thinking?

“Tooru, you are here”, you squealed in excitement as you crossed the road standing beside him. He immediately took you under the umbrella. It is a rare occasion that he is waiting for you outside your office and indeed surprising when he has a packet of foods.

“I was …uh…”, he scratches his head bashfully. Of course, that fool did not prepare anything to say at all. “Bored at the ceremony without me?”, you supplied gaining a grin from him before he quipped, “Well sorta”

You searched your tote bag for your phone to call a cab. Oikawa who was watching you carefully with thoughts that would not stop even if he tried to push them away, thoughts like having his cock buried deep inside you. He kissed your cheek lightly gaining your stern gaze full of utter surprise.

“Let’s walk”, he just doesn’t want to be like this. He thought the more he would delay reaching home, the easier it would be to get rid of those sinful thoughts. He hated how he is contracting himself just because of jealousy. It’s so impulsive, almost like a teen boy in love.

But it did not go as planned as soon as you opened the door, the moment the sound of latchkey faded his lips were crashing on yours with waves of lust and desperation. “Tooru, what’re you…” He was cautious enough to keep the food on the table but threw the umbrella somewhere else as he placed you on the couch.

Oikawa was already nipping your neckline. “I missed you, ya know.” you try to decipher his thoughts with that shaky set of words he just breathed out. You let out a trail of laughs watching him undress in haste. His cock sprung free hard at your display.

“Think, you can take me in ?”, he drawled out grazing your folds with two sets of fingers. You were soaking wet yet not enough to have his hefty cock inside you but he can work on that. He inclined to go for your neckline, chest, and your cleavage. Every time he kissed you, his cock was nudging your entrance, challenging your patience.

Arching a little you guided his cock along your pussy. His lips curved in delight. He just loves how you are hungry for him even though you have been married long enough, and had a fair part of dating to get bored.

“Want me in already?”, he remarks pushing forth his cock full up to the base until he feels his balls hitting your ass cheeks. You gasped at a sudden jolt but it immediately faded away when he started to suck your perked nipples.

Soft moans and feeble pants escaped your lips. Eyes closed in waves of pleasure. You opened your eyes for a moment but he was sucking like a starved man with his eyes closed, humming and moaning tasting your skin.

You winced as he bit the flesh around your nipples. “You’re sucking so hard. toru’ It hurts.”

He pulls out scanning your coy features as you murmur, “It’s not like you can taste …”, you failed to finish your sentence since the thought of ruining this moment by talking about something that is just a mirage.

“Maybe we can change that.”, the moment those words escaped his mouth he winced since being inside you while sucking your nipples was enough to make his cock-tip limp with pre-cum.

You conjectured that he was not going to pull out any sooner when his lips started to suck your breasts again and this time he was holding your hands to not have you squirming underneath him.

[blueparadis]

▏bad idea  ▏a.hayakawa   ▏

CWs— afab-reader, explicit smut, cunnilingus, service dom!aki, sub-dom undertones, lightly dub-con, cum play, exhibitionism, overstimulation, nipple play, bi!reader, sub! reader; word count — 1.4k

PRECIS— You had an idea that Himeno liked you but what you didn't know how she you when you were in Aki’s presence.

NOTES —this is kinda dream 3sum.enjoy <3; part of my self-event sizzling sextember collab. tagging @akicore @luvbladez @kentoangel @cyancherub & @tokyometronetwork.

+LINKS SECTION .

It was a bad idea, bad idea to agree to this slumber party that Himeno suggested when she was staying over at Aki's. They were close and the rumor was they did not like each other but every time you spotted Aki on the campus, Himeno was in his vicinity. Himeno was always seen scolding Aki or saying something as Aki kept his poker face on.

Himeno was your roommate and she always managed to indulge you in activities that you should not be doing, which was strictly against the rules. She was the icon of ‘rules are made to be broken’ She loved your reactions when she would tell about her wild adventures.

She was out to buy some food and you felt the booze was making you heavy and hot. So, you walked towards the balcony finding none other than Aki. He was about to light a cigarette but smiled cheekily when he spotted you. It is odd how Himeno said Aki won’t be here yet here he is. 

Aki offered you a cigarette but when you declined it he remarked.

“How are you Himeno’s roommate if you don’t smoke?”, His voice was thunderous. You realized that the booze was starting to sterilize your senses from logic and reasoning. 

Under normal circumstances, you would have smiled or said something back but when you snatched his half-burnt cigarette he was too surprised to react. Aki did not think that you would hold him by his nape and breathe out the smoke in his mouth leaving him all coughing and out of breath.

While he regained himself and stabilized his breathing you finished his half-burnt cigarette. Your nerves felt alive again. Aki lit another cigarette and mentioned, “Himeno would be so impressed”, and there it is again. Why does he keep mentioning her like that? If it seems that rumours were true, you better get over your silly crush on him.

“My turn.”, he blurted out as he noticed you spacing out. This time, there was no smoke, only his soft smoky lips against yours. When he noticed that you easily let him take the dominance, his slim and strong fingers wrapped around your throat while the other held your hands above your head. 

Both of you were drunk and hence there was no trace of pronounced actions on each other. Probably, he had his cigarette in between his fingers but when you bucked your waist against his growing heated crotch, he immediately threw the cigarette and for a mere moment, you had a chance to have a glance at his galactic eyes. 

"I'm back.", Himeno's voice echoed through the rooms. You walked out of the balcony immediately to help her in laying the table. 

"Akiiiii.", 

"Yeah coming. I need a shower.", Aki yelled from this room. Himeno looked at you with skeptical eyes and probably you have never said 'i'm sorry' so many times so fast in the back of your head until  Aki came all cleaned, showered, and smelling so fresh. The dinner was silent. Aki did not bother to look at you while Hinemo kept inspecting both of you and you felt awfully conscious about yourself.

A week passed. You would occasionally notice Aki lurking outside your classes. But when Himeno held your hands in her soft palms and again invited you over to Aki's house, you jumped at the chance. No, not because of Aki but you needed to have a talk with him about what happened that day. It was a bad idea, bad idea indeed.

The afternoon was cooler than usual yet the curtains were drawn. Himeno was out as usual and both of you were sitting silently. You almost fell from the couch when Aki slipped his cold hands under your shirt. "Sh-sh-shh", his palms rested on your belly.

"Did I catch you off-guard?"

"Off-guard??? Well yes." you supplied but Aki was fast and advanced.

"What if Himeno comes?", you asked as he had you leaning against the handle of the couch. He smirked and said that you should not worry about her. He was definitely hiding something. You covered half of your face with the cushion. This is not happening, this is not really happening.

"Started already?", Himneo turned up. She was too dressed. As she kept the packed foods on the table Aki pulled you towards himself making you gasp in surprise. When Himeno invited you over, you knew she had planned something but did not really conjecture that it would end up with you against Himeno's chest and Aki between your legs.

He hooked his arms around your plush thighs burying his face in your femininity. It is almost instinctive how your legs clamped around his head as he sucked your folds. Your head felt all mushy and your senses dizzy as you tried to reach for his head and touch his fluffy hair but were stopped by Himeno’s hands.

She was half-naked. Her boobs pressed firmly against your back while he filled the gaps in between your fingers with hers. Aki was too focused to stop. He flattened his tongue and kept lapping your juices not letting them spill on his lavish sofa.

Himeno is not a girl to take long routes. She loved detours. Her soft fingers made their way towards your boobs making you lose your sanity more, tormenting your body. She cupped the boobs that made you shift your head towards her. Without much thinking, you pressed your lips against hers. They tasted sweet and nothing like Aki’s. 

While Aki kept sucking your clit, occasionally licking your pussy lips by flattening his tongue, the pleasure recoiled and you sucked Himeno’s lips with the same intensity. Himeno did not pull away or stopped playing with your pebbled nipples. Your high was getting close, pooling in between your legs. You wanted to warn Aki but Himeno’s lips were tormenting yours. She was so equipped that neither of you had to break the kiss to inhale air. It was sloppy and stinging your nerves at the same time.

But you broke the kiss when you did not feel Aki’s tongue anymore. He was standing, having his lighter and cigarette in his hands. His face was glistening with your slick.

Perhaps, he did not like the fact that your attention was on hers rather than on him. He was about to lit his cigarette but when he saw your confused, a little distressed eyes he could not hold himself back from kissing your puffy lips.

You spread your legs apart a little further having him incline and deepen the kiss until you felt his fingers ghosting over your aroused feminity. He pulled away and glanced towards Himeno. You could feel her nod against your sweaty cheeks and Aki smirked lightly before pushing up two of his fingers in your juicy cunt. 

Skilled. His fingers reached the spot before he started to roughly move his fingers up and down. It was already so hard to bear but what Himeno did caught you off-guard. She bit you hard on your neckline while Aki quickened his pace, orgasm pooling once again, and right when you gasped in pleasure and moaned as you arched, squeezing your eyes shut you could feel Aki’s lips again.

“Fuck”, Himeno uttered and quickly ran towards the bathroom. You noticed a splotch of blood on the couch and pondered if this was the reason she was not totally naked. Aki extended one of his oversized t-shirts to you. As you put it on, he grabbed a bottle from the table. 

“Oh My god”, you exhaled strongly and Aki laughed saying a bunch of odd words,

“umm... Me and Himeno, we’re not together...ya’know ” He takes a drag from his cigarette before handing it to you.

“Do you say that to every girl you fuck?”, you thought he was going to be offended, probably angry but he started laughing. 

“We should do this again sometime”, Himeno exclaimed leaning against the door in shorts and camisole. She sounded pleased and thrilled. Aki could not stop laughing while you remained perfectly perplexed at his reaction until Himeo yelled at him to hit the shower.

When he disappeared, Himeo sat beside you glowing like a freshly bloomed flower. “You see y/n, this was kinda Aki’s idea but I did not think you would …well… do it. I think he likes you.”

You raised an eyebrow thinking back to how your first kiss with him was when Himeno went out to buy food. 

“He is a little handful to manage”, you murmured thinking how the fuck you’re supposed to get over him now since Aki rarely pursued girls and he was not easily going to give up. You understood when you found him waiting outside your classes during lunch breaks.

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▏spaces in between ▏s.kiyoomi ▏

CWs— bodyguard au , fwb tropes, female anatomy, smut, she/her pronouns, mutual masturbation, branding, cunnilingus, dub-con, orals. word count — 1.1k

precis — your brother, Hanma Shuji recruits a watch dog for you when you're back in town after years.

NOTES — this is for @luvbladez ’s all suited up collab and sizzling sextember self collab event.

+ links section + tags— @kentoangel

The weather was warm and the sunlight was bearable today. Clouds seem to be a little playful today since you were bestowed with shade every now and then. You could have booked a cab, but it is just a five-minute walk from your brother's home to the office.

The moment you stepped into the huge building a tall, well-built stature blocked your way. Looking up, you noticed a boy with wide-almond eyes with two flawlessly symmetrical moles on the side right side of his forehead.

A new face. The last time when you visited there was a different bodyguard. You secretly thanked Shuji for choosing such a handsome face this time. His hair was gelled back yet you could tell he had curly hair since those thin curled hair near his descending hairline was evident.

“Ma’am, could you please step aside?”

Of course, how would he know that you're the sister of CEO of the company, Hanma Shuji’s sister? You parted your red lips yet hesitated to speak. What if he doesn't come to know? What if you were just a mere visitor? Wouldn't that be fun?

“Raise your hands, ma'am.”, he barked and it suggested that he was getting impatient.

“Like this.”, you mumbled almost curling your arms around his broad shoulders. It was indeed a great choice that you decided to wear his. You thought he would inform the security of your misbehavior but he didn't.

He inspected you. The device roamed all over your body barely grazing your skin. There was flickering eye contact when he was done.

“There you are.”, and you immediately recoiled back recognizing Shuji’s voice. “Why do I bother buying you a phone if you do not use it?” The urge to have a glance at that boy was tempting but Hanma would deduce all of your mischievous ploy.

Hanma swings his hand pointing toward the man behind you. “Meet him. Sakusa Kiyoomi. He is your bodyguard as long as you plan to stay here”,

“Wait, so you did not fire your bodyguard?”

“UH-AH!”, Hanma nods his head sideways. “Secretary with special skills, y/n”, you rolled your eyes at his response. Wait, does that mean he knew me already? And played along with me?

As the realization hit you, you turned around to look at him, finding nothing but a slight curve at the corner of his lips. Fuck. Sakusa enjoyed it. In his whole career, no one has dared to pull that kind of stunt before. He is hired more for females rather than males. It is his clean reputation of not having any record of misbehavior or affair. He works for short tenures but yours was a rare case.

It has been more than a year since you visited your brother. Everything has changed so drastically that without Sakusa you had trouble knowing the city lanes. Well, you were always accompanied by Hanma but he can’t tuck you in his pocket everywhere he goes. He has a job to do, a company to run.

Sakusa was flawless. Punctual. Neat and handsome. When you read his file you were taken aback by his clean career like a brand new slate, with no stroke of any kind of chalky behavior. But his silence, his obedience was becoming quite annoying and so you tried to stir this awful pool of silence by a pebble of thought.

You ran your hands through the row of floral dresses murmuring, “Did you tell your boss about that day?” At first, there was a silence that made you cock your head at him.

“About what day?”, he quipped as soon as you looked at him. You parted your lips to speak but were halted by his stares. He eyed you up and down. Clearing your throat you mentioned that he has a clean reputation, why bother tainting it?

There was a party to be held this evening for various kinds of donations. Actually, it is just an occasion to make bonds with other business tycoons and to keep up the lustrous reputation of the company. You did not want to go, you wanted to enjoy long rides alone but your brother reserved a bodyguard for you. He was no less than a bounty hunter.

“My previous Bodyguard was a lot more fun. He used to take me anywhere I wanted to go, anytime I wanted to go”, that was enough. Sakusa was a cocooned man but you sure knew which string to pull to have him unwrapped, naked. He quickly pulled over and before you could protest he was already beside you holding your wrists firmly, “What do you want princess?”

Your eyes flashed from his dreamy dark pitch pupils that shone in hope to his perfectly moistened lips. Nothing needed to be told anymore. You were already on his web of charms before you knew it.

The shrill cry of cicadas was getting louder and louder as Sakusa’s lips ghosted over yours. Your mind feels all mushy when he rubbed your feminity in circles sloppily. It was getting so warm inside the car that it was getting hard to breathe.

He would not stop exploring your skin with his lips making you moan so roughly. Sometimes he bit too hard yet your sharp winces did not stop him from getting a taste of your blood.

“I’m going to be late Sakusa”, you moaned as he slides two fingers in.

“You should have thought before saying such things to me.” He quickens his pace abusing your puffy pussy lips with his long hefty fingers.

“You see, I'm a very jealous person” Now, that was something you could play with. He could feel your cum on his palm yet he continued.

While he continued his ministrations, you quickly unbuckled his belt having his cock in the display. “Fuck”, Sakusa uttered as you started to pump his cock. You were already soaking wet but giving him a hand job accelerated you enough to have you beg him.

“Do you have a condom?”, you asked but he was too drowned in his high. He was close since he was rubbing your clit so very roughly that felt his fingers so deep inside your femininity. “Ah noh!”, he managed to reply before his breathing shrugged, head thrown back having his cum all over your satin red dress.

He leaned against the car window. You sat having your legs hanging while he asked. “Should I stop by a shop? You could grab a dress and I could grab some condoms?”, breathing still ragged as he put his huge cock under his trousers and zipped it. He smirked noticing your eyes shift from his cock to him.

You looked at him blowing a kiss in his direction making him palm his face and chuckle merrily that reverberated in his ribcage so melodiously that you want to kiss him, tickle him till he grins again.

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