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BSD men: who fell first and who harder

~~just a friendly reminder that this is my own interpretation, feel free to share your thoughts~~

Dazai: he fell first but you fell harder

Ranpo: you fell first and harder

Atsushi: he fell first and harder

Kunikida: you fell first but he fell harder

Fukuzawa: you fell first but he fell harder

Tanizaki: he fell first and harder

Katai: he fell first and harder

Chuuya: he fell first and harder

Akutagawa: you fell first and harder

Tachihara: he fell first and harder

Ango: you fell first but he fell harder

Oda: you fell first but he fell harder

Poe: he fell first and harder

Mushitarou: you fell first but he fell harder

Junō: you fell first and harder

Tecchou: you fell first but he fell harder

Sigma: you fell first but he fell harder

Nikolai: he fell first and harder

Fyodor: you fell first and harder

You walked up to the tall middle blocker, bracing yourself for whatever line you might come up with. Flirting was never your strong suit, but you were blessed with shameless confidence.

“Hey there, handsome. You can middle-block me any time you want if you know what I mean.”

Suna squinted, looking both confused and offended. “I actually have no idea what you mean.”

With an understanding hum, you looked around for some inspiration and found nothing. Instead, you turned back to him with that same playful glint in your eyes. “That’s what he said.”

He gaped slightly, now looking quite concerned, which in total was more emotion than you’d seen from him through the whole volleyball game he just played. “I’m curious if this is going how you wanted it to," he admitted.

“Depends. Will I get your number?”

“…I’m down.”

First time f!reader face sitting on kento

sitting on nanami’s face for the first time ★

warnings. fem! reader, face sitting + riding, hair pulling, praise, talking you through it, pussy drunk nanami, mdni.

“but—” each of your shy protests only makes nanami’s smile widen as he’s gleefully entrapped between your thighs. you’re hovering, just a few more inches and you’d take your seat right on his face. a thumb of his caress the demure curvature of your hips whilst you’re stammering up what to say next. “but what if you can’t breathe? i- i don’t wanna crush you, ‘ken.”

he brings a damp kiss near the outline of your panties that were lazily tugged towards the side. “honey,” and his entire voice was smooth, lingering with pure silk. mousy, mahogany eyes of his meets yours and he’s so delicate with his fingers. he then drags it to make it roam near your exposed folds, bringing a chaste kiss towards your entrance. “i promise, that’s not gonna happen. ‘m gonna be able to breathe.”

you swallow thickly, feeling a surging pulse within you from how kind he delivered his words—you furrow a brow, pouty expression and all before adding another concern onto your worries, “but-”

“but, i love you,” he chimes in with a soft smile, a thumb running down your sopping slit to make your legs judder. another kiss gets planted against your cunt before he’s just pawing at your thighs to take its inevitable seat on his face. “and i want you,” he continues, watching as you were biting back your own sweet, melodic whimpers. “so allow me,” he purrs, brushing his wedding ring against your swollen folds before giving it a teasing lick. “sit on my face, sweetheart. i got you, ‘n don’t worry about making a mess. i’ll take care of that later, okay?”

a whine spews from your wet parted lips before you finally fall into his lewd embrace— nanami watches with lit eyes as you’re gradually lowering yourself onto his mouth.

“atta girl, my sweet baby,” he coos, and another raw gasp sneaks it way past your lips. once you’re sat all the way down, a few warm breaths from his nose aerates against your sensitive skin. with long fluttering lashes, nanami’s tongue starts to greet your pussy was a striping slurp.

you’re already moaning, trying not to crush him with your drifting weight too hard but that was the very least of his worries. you taste sweet, syrupy slick coats the stubble that’s growing against his chiseled jaw before he lays his tongue flat.

“k-kento,” you’d whine, a fervor making the entire lower parts of your thighs ache already,

with swaying hips, you dig frigid fingers through his hair. whilst your digits comb right through his well kept strands, your maw starts to pry open.

its dangling, cute little pants run out of your lips as you hear the sloppy squelches he’s making against your cunt. his favorite meal, nanami cranes his head a bit to the left,

then, right,

then left.

he repeats this same exactly technique—laid out tip of his tongue prodding against your most tender spots.

nanami was a respectful pussy eater, respectful with a tiny sprinkle of sloppy. momentarily, your lustrous slick starts to coat a sheet right across his mouth. his jaw feels a few tingles every few seconds and a grunt escapes out of him. it was throaty, something as simple as nanami’s groans against your thighs never failed to make you throb again.

pretty browned eyes of his were half lidded—on the verge of closing to sink into pure bliss.

the soft plush of your thighs wraps around him and he’s never felt any more happier. “such a sweet girl,” he murmurs in a raspy tone, bringing a thumb back towards the middle part of your clit. he swipes against the pulsating nub to watch you spasm all on his face. the grip your legs had around his face drove him crazy,

you drove him crazy.

nanami was quite precise—he makes sure to not miss a single spot. with his tongue swirling in and out of your puffy folds, you feel his sucking on your clit accelerate.

a coquettish smile ceases against both sides of his lips before gifting the outer part with yet another kiss. nanami was a simple man—he’d have you suffocate him with his thighs any day.

a trailing string of spit glistens on his lips as he pulls back to breathe—caramel eyes, perfectly dilated in all gives you a hungry stare. “kentoo,” was all you could mutter out, the jerking of your hips approaching quicker.

he finds it cute on how you just couldn’t hold still, just squirming within his firm grasp. you knew with a tongue like his, you weren’t gonna last. it wasn’t rocket science, with the way you steadily oscillate your hips back and forth against his mouth—it snatches another booming groan from him. nanami feels the tent in his pants arise before a right hand of his squeezes your ass. “you’re so good, s-so nasty kento,” you huff, hands still in his hair. tips of your fingers tangle within the musses of his blond, parted hair. as he’s briefly moving his head side to side, enlarged umber pupils locks with yours. “gonna c-cumm.”

“but sweetheart,” he smooches a single kiss towards the inside of your entrance. it’s slick could have been used as exemplary lip gloss against his lips. his tongue effortlessly laps beneath your swollen folds, blowing near the very front of it to watch you squirm. a thumb of his trawls down the puckering opening before air seeps into his thin nostrils. “can’t help but be a little nasty for my wife,” and he’s smothering your entire arousal with many kisses— you feel the pang of a throb kindly erupt within you before your thighs shatter into a million pieces. “especially when she’s this wet for me…goddd just listen to it, listen to her.”

you’re whimpering, jerking against his face and the same sheepish smile that yanks against both sides of his lips remains imprints itself there. his features, the more you stare, the more you wanna ruin his face with your syrupy slick even more. nanami lolls out his clean pink tongue, spiraling the tip against your labia before you hear the sloshes your own cunt produces.

it’s fucking sloppy.. indeed it was, your stomach was in knots and that’s when he brings a hand to give it a light spank.

“oh my,” he seductively purrs, your immediate reaction was to mewl out his name and you only contribute further to the rising boner aching in his pants, stashed away devastatingly in his buckled up work jeans. you’re pulsing right in front of his eyes— pretty pretty pussy, he could stare at it all day. his tongue knows the entire layout, laying flat against your jittery folds before you finally came.

nanami’s brows furrow, a playful smile compressing on his lips as you’re losing yourself. a hand of his rubs in a circular rotation against your sweet. he relishes in your pleasure, unstable hips of yours practically gives out to where he’s holding you upright with a strong hand.

the small jaded like material of his wedding ring brushes against your skin before you whine. with your throat becoming insignificantly dry. your hips stutter and you’re met with the most kindest eyes.

“oh, you’re so gorgeous when you’re a mess for me, my love,” and he’s gentle now. the squashy tips of his fingers tenderly caress against your pussy, gifting it a final kiss as he watches you heave for more full breaths. “ah, such a good girl,” he hums before sliding his tongue across his lips, savoring your slick. “but tell me, i must know. how was it, baby? is this—is this something you’d want me to do more of? allow you to sit on my face?”

he sits up, you’re still straddling his face before replying in a shrilling, “y-yes, please,” and he’s caught by surprise once you give his smooth strands a thirsty tug. with a bottom lip poking out, you whine. “again, ‘ken. can you do it again, please?”

“anything for my wife,” he presses a wet kiss against the crevices of your thigh. you moan, sliding yourself back against his mouth and he shoots you a look of pure softhearted slyness.

“although,” he whispers, stopping himself from digging in. your pouty expression grows, wanting him to just dig in. nanami’s voice pitches a deep huskily low, still soft and sweet before he gives your pussy a gentle passionate kiss just like he does just for you on a daily. after all— in nanami’s mind, your other lips deserved attention too.

with a mere whisper, feverish breath fanning against your sopping opening, he flashes you a devious grin. “how about this time, let’s see if i can make my messy wife squirt.”

actor!gojo dryhumps you under the sheets during the “fake” sex scenes you both film together… nobody on that set has any idea that your moans and his moans are, in fact, very real

Best Friend’s Brother

Sanemi x Fem! Reader + Genya

Warnings: Mentions of eating & Food

NSFW Warnings: manipulation, rough sex, cunnilingus, blow jobs, unprotected sex, picture and video taking, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, slapping, tit fucking, shower sex, no preparation, cream pies, ‘face painting’, sending nudes without consent

A/N: I enjoyed writing this one a lot lol. I’m also happy that it’s one of my longer works! Also the way the paragraphs get progressively longer is killing me LMAOO

Word count: 12.3k

“I’m talking to you!” Genya was beginning to lose his patience with you. Your nose was practically pressed to the glass of his window as you watched his big brother work out in the backyard. “Go ahead, ‘m listening.” He rolled his eyes, watching the way your breath fogged the glass.

“No the fuck you aren’t!” He tossed a pillow at you, trying not to laugh as you let out a yelp of surprise. Your face nearly knocked into the glass, “C’mon Genya!” You wailed in frustration as you turned to face him. “Don’t c’mon me! I invited you over to hang out and you’re fucking drooling over my big brother! That’s! Gross!”

“Okay okay! Fine I’m sorry. Tell me what you were saying, I’ll listen this time.” You threw yourself down on Genya’s bed, head tilting back to look at him. He looked away for a second, slightly embarrassed that he had made such a big ordeal over your attention. “What movie do you want to watch, that’s what I was asking you.”

“A movie? It’s such a nice day Genya! Why don’t we go swimming or something? Maybe even invite over Tanjiro and the others.” Genya sighed, eyes trailing over to the sunny summer day that was sitting beyond his bedroom walls. “You know ‘Nemi can’t stand them, hell he barely tolerates you.” You made a noise of shock, as if it was news that Shinazugawa Sanemi couldn’t stand people.

“Oh give it a break. You just want to go swimming so you can drool over him at a close distance.” Genya was by no means oblivious to your crush, he even tried to crack jokes about it despite it making him wildly uncomfortable. “So not true Genya! I’m already wearing a swimsuit, I figured you invited me over to use the pool!”

“You know what, fine. Let’s go swimming.” You leapt off the bed, cheering as he stood. “I’ll wait for you in the kitchen!” With that you disappeared from his room, leaving the younger Shinazugawa brother to try and calm his racing heart. Maybe moving in with his big brother wasn’t the brightest idea when he had a friend like you.

You on the other hand couldn’t be more pleased with his choice. You were slightly heartbroken when you learned the eldest of the Shinazugawa children had bought his own home — albeit very impressed. A few months later he offered Genya to move in with him so he could be closer to campus. That opened up the world of opportunity for you to admire the man from a distance.

Though, the man never really paid you any mind. You were luckier than the others though, he actually somewhat tolerated your nearly constant presence in his home. You peaked through the glass doors that lead to the backyard. Even at your distance you could see the sweat making his skin glisten. “Fuck…” you were shamelessly swooning.

“You ready?” You jumped, turning to see Genya in swim trunks and white shirt. Two towels slung over his shoulder and sunscreen on the other hand. “Yeah!” You pulled at the door handle, sliding the door open and stepping into the hot day. “Yuck.” Your skin was already beginning to feel sticky from the heat. “You wanted to go outside instead of staying in the air conditioning.”

“Oh shush it will be fine when we get in the water.” You began the walk across the large yard towards the in ground pool, you still couldn’t get over the sheer luxury this house held. You glanced over at Sanemi, he was only about twenty feet from the pool’s edge. Headphones sat on his head, the music so loud you could hear it from here.

“Stop it.” Once again you stiffened as Genya called you out. “Genya!” You hissed, head whipping to look at him. “Don’t prove me right by coming out here.” A smile was tugging at his lips anyways. “Fine, fine!” You couldn’t help but begin to laugh as well, eyes lingering only a second longer as the man continued his push-ups.

Genya got himself comfortable on one of the lounge chairs, dropping both towels onto the other. “Aren’t you going to get in?” You’re reaching for the sunscreen, applying some to your face. “I will when I get hot enough, I’m sure that water is still freezing despite the temperature out here.” You shrugged, handing him the bottle once more so you could begin undressing.

You went for your shirt first, tugging it upwards. As your arms raise, Genya finds himself turning red. He didn’t think the bathing suit you were talking about would be that revealing. A simple bikini, two triangles covering your breasts. He swallowed thickly, forcing himself to look away as you got the shirt off. Unknown to him, that caught Sanemi’s attention.

Eyes flicking upwards towards the pool at the sight of your arms raising. He observed for only a moment, looking away before you or Genya caught his smirk. “You sure look hot enough now Gen, you’re all red.” You were absolutely oblivious, undoing the button on your jean shorts. “Yeah maybe you’re right…” he nearly lost his mind as you pulled your shorts off.

Genya wasn’t one to show off skin, unlike his brother. So it actually surprised you a bit when the shirt was being pulled over his head as he made a running leap into the pool. That fully caught Sanemi’s attention now, laughter bubbling out of him at the sight. “What the hell!” You were shocked, shorts pooled at your feet as Genya resurfaced.

“I-I was hot.” He was pushing his hair back, relieved the water wasn’t as cold as he feared. “The fuck was that Genya?” You nearly jumped out of your skin as Sanemi’s voice reached you. Your head turned, swallowing thickly as you took him in. He was standing,headphones around his neck, music blaring loud and clear. You wondered how he wasn’t deaf.

You blinked, beads of sweat were slowly dripping down his torso, nothing but a pair of basketball shorts clung to his hips. His chest was heaving slightly, scars littering his skin. That was the most unique thing about both Shinazugawa brothers. A childhood accident left them covered in scars, especially along their faces.

Genya’s scar stretched from his ear all the way to a little after his nose. Sanemi on the other hand had four distinct scars on his face. Three reside on his forehead, the other stretched from his ear to past his nose similar to Genya’s. Sanemi continued to do reckless things with his life, leaving even more scars along his body. You overheard him once saying he was proud of them.

“Like I said, I was hot!” He called back, face turning red again as he caught sight of your fully exposed legs and barely covered ass. “What the fuck is that bathing suit, y/n?” He didn’t intend to ask the question out loud, but it was really just a couple of strings. “Oh! Do you not like it?” You twirled around, head looking downwards as you tried to get an idea of how you looked.

“It-it looks fine! J-just get in the pool!” What he really wanted to say was that you looked fucking sinful, not an ounce of your body left for the Imagination. But that’s not really a best friend thing to say. “I think I’ll run and jump like you did.” You took a few steps back, laughing at the horror passing over his features. “Ready?” Clearly he wasn’t but he couldn’t get the words out fast enough.

Two seconds later you were cannonballing into the pool, spraying him with water. You surfaced again a second later, regretting getting your hair wet just a bit. “It’s not even cold!” You turned to him, laughing as he pushed his hair out of his face for a second time. “Yeah, it’s not.” You began splashing the water around, legs kicking for a moment before you settled on your back.

You felt fully relaxed, body floating easily against the water’s surface. Genya on the other hand was beginning to feel suffocated, water clung and glistened all of your dips and curves. “Fucking help me someone…” he muttered under his breath, thankful your ears were below the water. Your eyes opened a second later when a shadow hovered over you.

You nearly sank as you made direct eye contact with Sanemi. As you straightened, you realized Genya was talking to him. “Are you going to stand there or join us?” Sanemi seemed to be disgusted by the idea for a moment. “I’d have to walk all the way inside to change, at that point I may as well just shower and be done with it.” You blinked, eyes zeroing in on his shorts.

“You’re wearing mesh shorts, that’s nearly the same as swim trunks.” You kicked your way back to the shallow end, somehow floating until you were way over your head. “I’m not wearing underwear though.” You swear in that moment you nearly drowned. “That’s not the sort of thing you should say out loud.” Genya’s nose scrunched at his brother.

“Oh fuck off.” He stretched, muscles flexing and you swear you could explode. He had no right being able to walk around dripping sex appeal like that — in his own home of all places. “Are you going to stand there all day?” Genya tried again, shifting eyes between you and Sanemi. You were doing your best to act unaffected, starting to float again in the shallow end.

Instead of answering, Sanemi took a few steps forward before diving straight in. The waves rocking you made you straighten again, eyes flying wide as the basketball shorts he was wearing floating to the top. “No fucking way.” Genya’s eyes were as wide as yours, laughter bubbled in your chest as you realized what had just happened. Sanemi was completely naked in the pool.

“Are you…serious…” Sanemi emerged a moment later, slicking his hair back. “Would ya look at that…” he moved to grab the shorts, dragging them under the water to step back into them. “Too bad you’re both in here, skinny dipping feels pretty good after working out.” You felt your cheeks get hot, praying it would pass as the sun getting to you.

“Like I said, keep those thoughts to yourself, Aniki.” Genya was trying to keep his composure, all the while he was mentally cursing you for wanting to leave his room. “Oh give me a break, you two are the ones that convinced me to get in.” You didn’t know what came over you, but you decided to send a huge splash of water in his direction. He looked shocked for a moment, Genya was slightly prettified.

After a second of silence, he drew his arm back and pushed it forward. Water hit you just as hard, which caused you to do it back. “A splash fight?! Really?!” Genya tried to shield himself as you and Sanemi engaged in a full on battle. Ten minutes later you were out of breath, yelling that you surrender. “Lame!” Sanemi scoffed, a rare smile on his face as he decided to float on his back.

“You two are like little kids.” Genya was sitting on the pool's edge now, it was a futile attempt to keep himself from getting drowned above the water. But your splashes had soaked him over and over nonetheless. “And you are a party pooper.” You stuck your tongue out at him, swimming over to softly splash at his legs. “Do you mind if I stay over for the weekend? I don’t have classes till Monday and I’m sure Kanao wouldn't mind some alone time with Tanjiro.”

“Yeah that’s fine, knowing you, you already packed clothes.” You smiled, pushing yourself back out towards the middle of the shallow end. “I did, even though I have a whole drawer dedicated to my clothes in your room.” You and Genya were close, so close people were shocked you weren’t dating. That caught Sanemi’s interest, his eyebrow quirked a little but he said nothing.

“I think I’m going to dry off, I’m hungry.” You waited until Sanemi’s attention was on the two of you before pulling yourself up and out of the pool. You were fully bent over as you used your leg to hoist yourself onto the pavement. That position alone gave the white haired man a full view of your bikini hiked up your ass. This time, he really couldn’t react. Genya was staring him dead in the eye, as if daring him to say something.

He kept his mouth shut, lips pursed into a thin line. That was the thing Genya never once told you about. Sanemi knew you liked him, knew you wanted him. Unlike Genya, Sanemi wasn’t afraid to do something about it. A conversation the two had only a week prior was still haunting his thoughts.

“So that girl, you sleeping with her?” Genya nearly choked on his soda, losing control of his car on the video game they were playing. “Y/n? No, she's my best friend.” Sanemi scoffed, side eyeing his brother. “Are you just fucking with me?” Genya quickly regained control, eyes narrowing as he focused. “No, I’m not fucking with you.”

“You’re telling me you are best friends with a girl that looks like that? And you haven’t made a single move? What, does she have a partner? Is she gay?” Sanemi couldn’t seem to believe they weren’t anything more. “No, she doesn’t have a partner. And to be honest I never felt the need to ask her about her sexuality.” He jumped as he nearly crashed.

“So I can make a move on her then?” That time Genya did crashed. “Excuse me?!” Sanemi was laughing now, easily winning the race due to Genya’s fatal mistake. “You heard me, Genya. I want her, does that bother you?” Genya set the controller down, turning to glare at Sanemi. “Yeah actually, it does.”

“Oh? So you do like her.” Sanemi set his controller down as well, facing Genya completely. “I never said that… she’s my best friend, Nemi. That would make shit awkward if you went and broke her heart.” Sanemi’s face morphed into one of interest. “You think I just want to fuck her and be done with it?”

“That’s what you do to every fucking girl you sleep with! You have no regard for their feelings! You’re not doing that to her.” Genya turned more to face his brother, this had to be some kind of joke. “So if I told you I wanted to pursue a relationship with her.” Genya groaned, hands coming up to rub his face. “No!”

“Then do something about your feelings for her. If you don’t, I will.” Genya froze, eyes widening as his hands dropped to his thighs. “You’re serious?” Sanemi smiled, one that held no warmth in it. Genya couldn’t believe he was actually being serious. There was no way, what was even worse is Genya knew of your little crush on his brother.

“I wouldn’t dare?” A harsh laugh followed. “I see the way she looks at me Genya. If I asked her to strip naked and spread her legs for me, she’d do it without hesitating and you know it.” His heart sunk, Sanemi knew? Genya knew you weren’t exactly subtle with your interest, but he at least thought Sanemi was clueless to it.

“Shut up.” He was getting fed up with this conversation. “Do something about her, Genya. Or I promise you I’m making a move the first chance I get.” He clicked start on a new game, leaving Genya to scramble for his controller and think over what he said.

“Gen, your phone is ringing.” You were laid out against one of the loungers, the sun was beginning to descend at this point. Sanemi on the other hand was starting to push himself out of the pool. Those same basketball shorts slipped dangerously low and you had to suppress a groan. Genya scolded you as he got closer, a sheepish smile appearing on your lips.

“It’s Zenitsu.” Genya picked up the call with a ‘what’s up?’ You decided to lean back, try and soak up the last of the sun before it disappeared for the day. Sanemi on the other hand was sprawled out on his stomach, eyes closed as he tried to take in the last of the sun as well. As if it was taunting you, you could see his tan lines peeking above the waistband of his shorts.

“What the fuck?!” Your head turned to look at a very distraught Genya, only one of Sanemi’s eyes peaked open. “What’s wrong?” You sat up slightly, “that fucking sucks. I’ll be there in like twenty minutes.” You sighed, clearly something went wrong. Genya clicked the phone off and groaned, hands coming up to rub his face. “That doesn’t sound fun.”

“You know the model Zenitsu, Tanjiro and I had to make for our engineering class?” You nodded, it took them weeks to finish. “Well apparently the classroom we were told to put them in got vandalized. Our project was among the casualties.” You gasped, feeling his pain all of a sudden. Genya often ended up crashing in Tanjiro and Zenitsu’s dorm room, too tired to drive home.

“So now we have to fix it. It's due Monday and the professor isn’t extending the deadline.” He was standing now, grabbing his towel. “We can leave in a few minutes.” He started walking and you blinked, “we?”. He froze, turning to look at you. “Aren't you going to come with me?” You gave him a slightly embarrassed grin. “I have to shower and all that. I’d rather not see campus again till Monday.”

Genya wanted to scream, instead he forced a smile on his face. “I guess you’re right. You can just use my bathroom to shower. Hopefully this won't take all night.” You smiled, oblivious to the fake calmness he was giving you. “Sounds good, if you aren’t too tired when you get back, we can watch a movie.” You grabbed your towel, walking past Genya who was staring at Sanemi.

Once you disappeared into the house, he spoke. “Don’t you fucking lay a finger on her, Aniki.” Sanemi barely acknowledged him, eyes shut still. “If she tries to make a move on me, Genya, I’m not stopping her.” Genya wanted to explode, part of him was tempted to call Zenitsu back and say he didn’t feel good. Naturally that wouldn’t work.

“Is there a reason you even want her? Is it because I want her?” He nearly slapped his hand over his mouth in horror. Sanemi on the other hand began to laugh, eyes opened as he turned himself over. “So you finally admit it! Proud of you little bro!” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. “Shut up! Don't do anything to her.” He knew this was hopeless. “Why can’t I do anything to a girl I want?”

Genya blinked at him, teeth clenching before he spoke. “Because I want her!” A shit eating grin appeared on Sanemi’s face, Genya continued. “Why the fuck do you even want her so bad!? Is it really because I want her?” Genya was turning a deeper shade of pink with each word, he couldn’t believe he was admitting this out loud.

“There is nothing more thrilling than wanting someone you hypothetically can’t have, Genya. If anything, it makes you want them even more.”

He has a sinking feeling, the moment he left this house, it would never be the same. And there was quite frankly nothing he could do about it. You and Sanemi were your own people after all, what say did he really have in the matter? He took a deep breath, you had said you were hungry. With any luck you were probably sitting in the kitchen this whole time watching him.

He stared at Sanemi for only a moment longer before turning to actually walk away this time. Sanemi knew there was more that he wanted to say, but chose not too. He waited until Genya had disappeared inside the house before laughing. “Sorry Gen, but this opportunity is just to fucking good to pass up.” He settled back on the lounge chair, he’d wait till Genya left and make his move.

“You look upset.” Just as Genya suspected, you were sitting in the kitchen, helping yourself to their fridge. “I’m just annoyed, that’s all.” He smiled as shut the fridge, pizza from your lunch earlier in your hand. “It sucks, but you guys work well together. Hopefully the damage isn’t too time consuming to repair. If you need extra hands just call me.” You took a bite, wondering why Genya was looking at you funny.

You swallowed, “Gen, you look like you just got the news that you’re being shipped out to war. Are you sure nothing is wrong?” You took another bite, staring at him while you chewed. Under your gaze he nearly crumbled. “I’m just annoyed about this, that’s all.” He hoped you’d fall for the lie, he watched your throat bob as you swallowed again.

“It’s fucking annoying, I get that. But the quicker you leave the quicker you’ll be done. Go change!” He held back a groan, that wasn’t exactly the answer he wanted. You on the other hand had goosebumps trailing over your body, it seems the air conditioning was finally getting to you. All you wanted now was a warm shower, get the chlorine off your skin and hair. “Are the towels still in that cabinet?”

He nodded, before walking down the hall towards the staircase. “Yeah, everything is still in that cabinet. I only have men’s body wash though. You can check the guest room though, one of Sanemi’s flings may have left stuff there.” You rolled your eyes, Genya’s feet could be heard walking up the steps. “Okay.” You called back, taking a deep breath to try and cool your nerves.

You’d be in Sanemi’s home without Genya present only once before now, and you two didn’t even see each other for that brief thirty minutes. Now thought? You could be sharing his home for three hours or more. The possibilities were endless…but also unrealistic. It was a Thursday night after all, Sanemi probably had work in the morning. You shook your head, finishing your pizza slice as the back door slid open.

“Genya leave?” You jumped slightly, this was actually your first time alone in his presence. “N-no. He’s upstairs changing.” You mentally cursed yourself for the stutter, fidgeting slightly. “Oh, alright.” You deflated a little as he walked away, disappearing down the hall and up the stairs towards his own bedroom. “This is going to be so boring…” you mumbled as you leaned against the counter, resting your chin in your palm.

After what felt like an eternity, Genya made his way back down the stairs. “It’s all yours, be good.” He grabbed his keys off the counter, sliding them in his hoodie pocket. “Be good?” You raised an eyebrow, straightening to cross your arms in defense. “Yes, I’m leaving you alone with my brother. Be fucking good.” He was trying to seem intimidating like Sanemi, but he was falling a little flat.

“Oh yeah, cause tonight is going to be like one of those pornos. He’ll wait till you're gone, wait till I’m in the shower and catch me by surprise.” You rolled your eyes, giving him an ‘are you serious?’ kind of look. “Knowing Sanemi, you never fucking know. If he’s bored or horny enough, anyone will do.” Ouch. Your eyebrows raised, mouth parting slightly. “Shit I didn’t mean it like that…”

“Oh? Cause it sure sounded like you did. Whatever Genya.” You stormed past him, feelings clearly hurt. “That’s not what I—fuck.” You were already flying up the stairs, leaving him alone with his own guilt. The phone buzzing in his back pocket was a reminder that he couldn’t stay. So, even though he didn’t want to, he made his way to the front door and out of the house. Dread filling him as he unlocked his car.

You on the other hand we’re standing in Genya’s bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror. “He’s just stressed.” You couldn’t get your lower lip to stop wobbling. Rolling your eyes at your own sensitivity. “Maybe I’ll just take a nap.” The sun had worn you out, but you couldn’t do anything until you showered. Just as you turned to reach for the curtain you flinched.

“That’s right, he only has men’s stuff…” you would have to go check the guest room shower for some women’s products. You held your breath as you made your way out of his room and down the hall towards Sanemi’s. The guest room was just across from his. You were sneaking now, not even sure why but just afraid of being caught. As you reached for the door handle, movement caught your attention.

Sanemi’s door was opened just a bit, enough that you could see inside. You nearly squealed as you realized he had nothing more than a towel wrapped around his waist. It seems he was about to shower as well. You snapped yourself out of it, head flying back around to push the door open. You began to feel a throb between your legs, suddenly too excited for your own good.

You shook your head, walking into the bathroom of the guest room. “Jack pot!” You laughed softly as women’s shampoo and body wash sat half full on the counter. “I wonder what happened that they’d just leave their shit behind.” You grabbed the two bottles, turning to leave the room and nearly dropping them as a surprised scream left your lips. “What the fuck?!” Sanemi was standing in the doorway with his arms folded, shamelessly taking in your bikini clad body.

“That was cute.” He seemed unaffected by your clear shock, a smirk growing on his lips as his eyes moved up to your chest. “Really skimpy bathing suit you chose…did you wear it just for me?” No way, you were only joking when you said those things to Genya. Were they really about to happen? “Excuse me?” Your voice was steadier than it was in the kitchen ten minutes prior. “You heard me. I want to know if you wore this just for me…”

His hand reached out slightly but he stopped himself, eyes finally meeting yours. “No, I didn’t.” A lie, of course, but you weren’t going to give in that easily. Even though the butterflies in your stomach were telling you to. “I find that hard to believe.” He moved a little closer, only a foot of space separated the two of you now. You took a small step back, bumping into the bathroom countertop.

“Trying to run? That’s surprising…” he closed the little distance you had made. “What are you saying…” you clung to the bottles of soap, as if they’d somehow protect you. “Cut the shit, sweetheart. I know you want me. And you may or may not believe it, but I want you too. All these little stunts you pulled worked wonders.” He inches closer and your heart rate picks up.

“W-what are you…” the stutter again, your cheeks got hot. “I’m giving you what you want. Since my little brother is too dense to make a move, I’ll do something about it.” You blinked, clutching the bottles tighter…what did Genya have to do with this? “You’ll do something about it?” He was less than six inches away from you now.

“Sure am, I’m sure you don’t mind.” Five inches away at least, your chest was heaving out of pure shock. “I…I don’t…” he knew he got you, only four inches left, your hands were beginning to shake. “See? You don’t mind at all…I’ll take good care of you.” You 're leaning slightly, the countertop biting into your lower back. “Genya isn’t home, he won’t be home for hours. That means I have you all to myself.”

You held your breath as he closed the distance, two hands planting firmly on the cool countertop. He was leaning down slightly so he was level with you, eyes boring into your own. “So, what will it be?” You blinked at him, throat feeling impossibly dry. “H-huh…?” He smiled, forehead nearly touching yours. “What will it be? What do you want me to do… if you don’t want to do anything, I won’t force you.”

You blinked, weighing your options for only a moment before deciding. Instead of answering verbally, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. You were shocked to hear a noise of surprise leave his lips, but as quickly as he made the noise, he recovered. He pulled away, forehead pressing to yours. After a second he smiled, one that seemed genuine.

His lips pressed to yours again, this time they were more needy. His hands pressed to the counter shifted to your waist. Both coming to you with the strings of your bikini bottom. When his chest bumped the cool plastic of the soap bottles he began to laugh. “Put these down…” his words were muffled against your lips. His hands pulled away from your bottoms reluctantly to try and pry the bottles away from you.

You let them go slowly, unsure of what to do with your hands once they were empty. For all the fantasizing you had done about this moment, you suddenly felt helpless. As the bottles were placed on the counter, his lips returned to yours. This time he didn’t hold back, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Your lips parted, Sanemi’s tongue slipping right in. Shakily, your hands came to rest on his shoulders, all the while he began tugging at your bottoms again.

You flinched slightly as he pushed you further into the countertop. Long fingers coming to squeeze the flesh of your hips before easily lifting you. You gasped as your nearly bare bottom hit the cool stone of the counter. “Better?” His words were muffled against your lips, his whole body straightening now that you were technically the same height.

You mumbled some sort of response, nerves making you too tense to actually relax into the kiss. Sanemi could sense your anxiety, hands running up your thighs to your hips and back again. His lips pulled away from yours reluctantly, instead trailing them along your cheek to just below your ear. He sucked on the skin softly, tongue lapping at the skin once he was satisfied with the bruise that was forming.

“We won’t get anywhere…” he sucked harshly, your pulse going a mile a minute under his lips “if you don’t relax a bit…” though he guessed a cold bathroom while you were already shivering probably wasn’t the best place to start this. Due to his words, you forced yourself to relax a little, arms wrapping around his neck and keeping him close. Luckily for you, he was warm, radiating it at that.

He snaked his arms up your body, both circling to your back and tugging at the string holding your top together. Nimble fingers undid the knot you had tightened, pulling the damp material off your body. You couldn’t help but shake slightly, not only was your chest exposed to Sanemi, but to the air conditioning as well. It was no surprise when your nipples were already hard. Arousal mixed with the cold making them feel almost painful.

“Cute…” he barely pulled away from your skin, white hair brushing your face as he looked down at your chest. His hands came back around, one taking the flimsy top with it to toss to the floor. The other cupped your breast, massaging the flesh. A shaky moan left your lips, eyes fluttering shut as you relaxed into his touch. Your whole body leaned into him without you realizing. “Such a good girl, you’re getting the hang of it.”

You felt your arousal start to pool in your gut at his praise. Sanemi noticed the way you were squirming, a smug smile creeping up his face. “You like that? You like being praised.” You could have combusted on the spot, arms tightening ever so slightly as if he’d just stop and walk away from you. “Use your words.” His hands trailed up your sides before taking a breast in each hand. “If you don’t start speaking up, I’ll never know what to do.” You rolled your eyes, “oh please of course you—oh…”

He cut you off completely as his lips suctioned to the column of your neck. Sucking so harshly you actually jumped a bit. “Y-you…you know what I want…” you felt breathless, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he rolled your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. “Do I?” He pulled away with a smile, a bruise was already forming on your skin. He moved a little lower, repeating the same steps. “Oh don’t play dumb. You’re a heartbreaker…” you decided to keep the other part to yourself, now certainly wasn’t the time for cheesy jokes.

“I’m a heartbreaker? You’ve been listening to Genya too much.” He tugged on your nipple, a yelp leaving you as his lips traveled lower. “I’m h-hear often enough to know when you have girls over…” your head fell back, his lips were nearing your chest. “Oh? So you know what you’re in for?” He looked up at you, disappointment filling you as his lips never made it to your chest. “I…I wouldn’t go that far.” You tried to maintain the level of composure you had when his eyes weren’t locked on your face.

“Oh? So you haven’t heard them screaming for me?” You noticed him begin to shift his towel, swallowing thickly as you waited for it to drop. “Oh c’mon now, Genya would turn the TV on full blast to drown anything out.” You're a bit surprised that Sanemi thought you and his younger brother just sat around listening to him blow some random girl’s back out. “Is that so?” He seemed genuinely amused by that revelation. “It is.”

“How cute, Genya is such a pussy.” You blinked, certainly not expecting the conversation to take a turn. Better yet, you didn’t think you’d be having an actual conversation right now. “Instead of playing twenty questions, why don’t we get a move on. I’d like to see what you do to make girls scream so loudly.” You tried to get off the counter but Sanemi’s hands were right back on your waist, keeping you down. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“You’re doing a lot of talking and not enough touching. I think I can give myself a better time by taking a shower.” You didn’t know how you made it through that without cracking, you just wanted to make the man before you absolutely feral. “Oh? You think you're cheeky don’t you? Am I not moving fast enough for you, princess?” Instead of returning to your chest, his hands pulled at the waistband of your bottoms. “I’m trying to be nice, not treat you like a whore.”

He used his free hand to shove them down your bottoms, earning a harsh gasp in response. “But if you want to be treated like one, I’ll fucking treat you like one.” He used his free hand to push you back, head nearly hitting the mirror behind you. This new position gave him better access, two fingers slipping between your folds and circling your clit. “How’s that? Hmm? Better for you?” His words were cold, fingers moving at a dizzying speed.

“Y—yeah…” your head hit the wall, eyes shutting as Sanemi’s finger sent waves of pleasure through you. “Oh? So you wanted to be treated like a stupid slut since the beginning. Probably should have known, especially with the way you were trying to seduce me. Even with Genya watching, how shameful.” He dipped lower, ghosting across your entrance and collecting the arousal on his fingertips. You hands tightened on the counter, one gripping its edge while the other tried to find stability on the smooth sink.

His fingers moved back up, circling your clit with even more fervor than before, a slick squelching noise now accompanying it. “Listen to that, nothing more than a needy bitch in heat.” You groaned, hating his choice of words. Nonetheless you didn’t stop him, allowing him to pull one of the strings keeping the bottoms together. At the sight of your partially exposed flesh he only moved quicker. Fingers abandoning your clit to pull apart the other strings on the opposite side. “You know what? Stand up.” He was dragging you off the countertop before you could even respond.

“What are you…” your bottoms were fully pulled off, discarded off to the side with your top. You were fully bare now, Sanemi’s eyes trailed over your frame, a smirk creeping up his lips. “Turn around.” Once again Sanemi gave you no time to actually respond, hands gripping your waist firmly and turning you to face the counter. You didn’t expect his hand to come up and grip your cheeks as hard as he did, but he forced your face to remain trained on the mirror. A smile creeping up his face before saying “this would be such a cute picture to send to Genya.”

The other hand that was on your waist moved up to squeeze your breast, the smile never faltering as you whined for him. “It’s a damn waste that neither of us have our phones right now. Really this would be cute.” His cheek pressed to the top of your head, after a second of looking over your reflection you realized his towel was slowly but surely slipping off his hips. “We’ll save that for another time.” You yelped as he pressed forward, you could clearly feel his cock through the towel.

“Let’s get a move on before you start running your mouth again.” He smiled at you one last time in the mirror before pressing you forward, not stopping until your breasts were squished against the countertop. You heard rustling behind you, face turning hot as you realised he had dropped to his knees. Sanemi’s breath was ghosting over your fully exposed cunt, two hands coming up to massage the flesh of your ass. “I mean really, I’ve been doing nothing but wasting both our time for the sake of working you up. As if you needed to be…”

You held your breath, waiting to feel his tongue against you. Instead you got a soft kiss pressed to the back of your thigh, then another and another…you could have burst into tears. This wasn’t exactly how you expected this to go. “Sanemi! Fucking come on!” You slammed your hand flat against the counter, forehead pressing into the mirror. “Taking it too far I see…” there was laughter in his voice, laughter that was so infuriating you could scream. Yet before you could open your mouth a second time, his tongue delved between your folds.

“Oh…” you relaxed, only encouraging Sanemi to continue. You whimpered as his hands tightened their grip on your ass, effectively keeping you in place. It seems he was finally calming down a bit with the teasing. Sanemi’s tongue remained focused on your clit, lapping hungrily at the sensitive bud. His nose - surprisingly - was adding to the stimulation due to the angle you were at. “S-Sanemi…” you whined, eyes shutting as you focused on the feeling of his tongue against your pulsing cunt.

For a second it hit you — Sanemi, your best friend’s big brother, had you bent over a bathroom counter while he ate you out. Your best friend’s big brother was fucking eating you out. For some reason that had you gasping, pleasure only intensifying as that realization echoed in your mind. This was really happening. His tongue only moved faster, lips suctioning around your cunt as he began to suck. The feeling made your jolt a little, moans tumbling from your lips as you finally began to feel your orgasm building up. “C-close” your voice was strained, knuckles turning white as you grasped the edge of the counter.

Sanemi’s tongue only worked harder, your legs started to feel like jelly despite most of your weight resting on the counter. He continued to suck, tongue flicking your clit in a rhythm that had tears threatening to well in your eyes. You clenched around nothing, breath hitching in your throat as you finally fell over the edge. As you came, Sanemi pulled away. Leaving you to twitch and clench around nothing as your orgasm fizzled into nothing. It wasn’t even satisfying. “W-what the fuck!” You straighten a little, turning to look at Sanemi on his knees behind you.

“You really think mouthing off to me was going to get you what you wanted?” His lips and chin were glistening with your arousal, he stood, towel falling off as he stood. Your annoyance faded as his cock came into full view, he was massive, at least by your standards. Maybe eight or nine inches in length, but he was girthy, so much so you questioned if it would actually fit. He certainly had something to be proud of, the smug smirk on his face only fueled your certainty. “Oh? You want it don’t you?” You nodded without an ounce of shame, you wanted to do absolutely everything to it and you wanted him to do absolutely everything with it.

Something about that nod gave Sanemi new motivation, you just looked so innocent all of a sudden. You yelped as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you off the counter and straight to his chest. “I’m certainly not done yet, but I’d rather not continue this in the guest bathroom.” You nodded, you assumed he was implying to move this to his bedroom. Instead he reached forward and grabbed the two soap bottles you had originally come for. “Hold these.” You did as you were told, not expecting him to turn you around to face him once you did.

He said nothing, instead crouching down slightly to hook his arms under your ass and lift you. “S-Sanemi?!” You were suddenly over his shoulder, face staring at his back with both soap bottles still clutched in your arms. “Don’t worry, there for later.” He backed out of the doorway before turning. Luckily for you he thought ahead as to not smack your skull into something. You figured it would be a short walk, the pulsing between your legs becoming more persistent with each step he took. However, he made his way past his bedroom, going further down the hall.

You couldn’t imagine where he was taking you until he passed through the doorway. You landed on a plush bed a second later, blinking up at him only to gasp. “G-Genya‘d room?!” You used your hands to push yourself up, of all places…he wanted to fuck you in Genya’s bed. “What sort of sadistic shit are you into?!” He was still silent, smiling down at you with that same cocky grin. One that sent a chill down your spine as your needs only grew stronger. After a moment, Sanemi’s eyes left yours, noticing your phone on the nightstand. “Perfect.” His words had a drawl to them, one that made you swallow and squeeze your thighs shut.

“What are you…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence, your phone was in his hand and after a second you heard the familiar click of your camera. Your hands shot up to cover your breasts, a shocked expression settling on your features. “Oh don’t be so shy, it’s your phone after all.” He had a point, but you didn’t budge. “They’re just gifts for Genya.” He clicked again as you gasped, “you wouldn’t!” You leaned forward completely, looking up at him through your lashes as he groaned. “Just like that, I think Genya would love this angle.” He chuckled as you reached for your phone, not even realising how close you had come to his erection.

As your eyes lowered, another picture snapped. A second later your phone was tossed by the pillows, Sanemi’s hands cupped your cheeks to pull your face closer to his as he bent down. His kiss was far more hungry than the previous ones were, slowly pushing you back against the mattress as he crawled on top of you. The warmth of his body made you forget all about the goosebumps that were running across your skin, arms wrapped around his neck and pulling him flush against you. You let out a shaky moan when his cock pressed against your abdomen. As badly as you wanted him, you still were hesitant to know if he’d even fit.

“I’m sure Genya has lube somewhere.” He spoke against your lips, making you wonder how he had read your mind. “He’d know…” you whined as he pulled away just enough for you to catch your breath. “He’d know? What do you not want him to know?” He was being sarcastic, “do you want him to know?” You blinked up at him, watching him shift his weight so he was on his knees. Your waist was caged between his muscular thighs. “You think I’m going to hide? It’s my home, my choice. Genya was too much of a coward to do shit about it.” Your eyes trailed lower once more, his cock looked irritated now, the tip oozing with precum.

“Open your mouth.” A million thoughts ran through your mind as you did as he said. What didn’t cross your mind, however, was him spitting in your mouth. Yet again you drew another laugh from Sanemi as you jumped, swallowing before he even asked you too. “Good girl, especially when your mouth is occupied.” He seemed conflicted for a moment, as if he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do first. “Squeeze your tits together.” Obedient as ever, you did it with no hesitation. “Shit, yeah I think I’ll go with this option first.” You blinked, Sanemi’s hand pushed on your forehead so your head was laying flat, hands still squeezing your breasts together.

“Spread them.” You kept your grip tight and spread them like he asked. It still caught you by surprise when he spit, coating your sternum in the slick substance. “Squeeze them together again.” A lazy grin appeared on his face as you looked at him, eyes wide with anticipation for what he’d do next. Truly he didn’t understand how Genya lasted so long. He finally stopped neglecting his cock, spitting for a third time in his hand before wrapping it around his tip.

“I think you’ll look cute in white.” You whined, watching him toy with himself until his cheeks turned red all the way to the tips of his ears. After what felt like an eternity, he positioned himself between your breasts, pushing forward slowly. “Oh…” a gasp left him, one that made your clit pulse with arousal. He was absolutely shameless, eyes focusing on his cock thrusting in and out between your breasts. The tip coming dangerously close to your mouth as you had lifted your head to watch him. “I’ve been…ha….waiting to try this… with the right person…” his head fell forward, thighs twitching as a majority of his weight rested on them.

“But honestly… none of them excited me…” his thrusts were steady now, moaning as you stuck your tongue out to ghost his head each time he thrusted forward. “You though? Fuck. You have endless possibilities.” The compliment drew a whiny moan from your lips, only fueling Sanemi to move quicker. “You really are something else…shit… I couldn’t believe my fucking eyes when he brought you home.” His cheeks were flushed, eyes lidded and lips shiny with his own saliva. He looked ready to burst, eyes trained on yours to gauge your every reaction.

“I was amazed that someone like you found any sort of interest in my little brother…ha…” he stopped talking, falling forward so both hands rested on either side of your head. His thrusts were sloppier, he was close. That realization caused praises to leave your lips, he must be more sensitive because of the pent up lust. “Come on…cum for me Sanemi…” you squeezed your breasts together just a little tighter, earning a groan in response. “You’re close…I can tell…cum for me please. I want it so bad.” You drew out your words, voice deepening slightly to a more sultry tone. “Shit.” His hips stuttered and your eyes closed instinctively, white ropes painting your face as he came.

Only a little landed on your tongue and lips, as if he purposely meant to cover your cheeks in white. “D-don’t touch anything…” your hands froze halfway to your face, aiming to wipe your eyes. After a second you heard the familiar clicks of your phone’s camera. “Really…” you began to laugh, after a moment Sanemi said you could move. You wiped your eyes as Sanemi shifted his weight off of you. Unknown to you he was searching for his contact, sending himself every picture he had taken so far. “Good to know…” he said it more so to himself, pleased that his little trick to unlock phones without the need for a passcode still worked.

“What?” You were sitting up now, Sanemi was standing at the side of Genya’s bed, tossing your phone to the side. “Nothing.” A yelp left your lips as he grabbed both ankles, pulling you towards the edge of the bed. “We aren’t done yet, sweetheart.” You were flat on your back again, a bit disappointed that he didn’t seem interested in switching positions at all. “I would hope not…” you suppress a smirk, watching his eyes widen as you mouthed off back to him. “What did I say about talking like that? You don’t want to have another unsatisfying orgasm now, do you?” He lowered, bending over you so your lips were centimeters apart.

“N-no I don’t want that…” you swallowed, debating on moving your head forward to meet his lips. “Good.” Sanemi closed the distance instead, one hand cupping your face while the other guided your legs around his waist. You followed quickly, ankles crossing to keep yourself secure. Sanemi’s hand moved to his already hardening cock again, pumping himself a few times and grimacing slightly at the stickiness. You tensed a bit when you felt his head press to yojt entrance, his lips parting from yours. “You’re not a virgin, right?” He didn’t care either way, but he wanted to at least be prepared to walk you through this if it was your first time.

You shook your head, you had a fair share of hookups and relationships, nothing like Sanemi though. Experience wise you felt you may as well be a virgin when comparing yourself to him. “Okay, good…” he smiled, kissing you again but this time it was a little sweeter. That eased your nerves a bit, but still, his size was nothing like you have had before. That’s what was worrying you. Especially the lack of preparation, nothing more than his tongue had toyed with your entrance so far. “I want to see how much you can handle…don’t worry… I’ll go slow.” There it was, that more sadistic side shining through.

When Sanemi felt you shake slightly, he toned it down, lips pressing to your ear. “I promise, just say the word and I’ll stop if it’s too much.” You nodded, arms coming to wrap around his neck as you waited for him to move. Sanemi’s lips pressed to yours again, hand still wrapped around his shaft as he guided himself into you. You whimpered against his lips, the stretch burned but it was bearable. At least you thought it was until he began telling you to breathe. You forced air back into your lungs, as you exhaled he pushed further. “Oh my fucking…” your head pressed further into Genya’s mattress, nails raking up Sanemi’s back.

He was only half way in, your walks stretching to accommodate his size. “You’re doing so well.” His voice was hoarse, you were gripping him like a vice, so warm and wet, he was beginning to see stars. “A-am I?” You wailed, not meaning to cry out as loud as you did. “You are…” he pushed further, just a bit more and he’d bottom out. You didn’t even realize tears were sliding down your cheeks, not until Sanemi began kissing them away. After a moment you realized his hips were pressed to the back of your thighs, he had bottomed out. “Not so bad…right?” He was laughing softly, hands moving to push your legs further to your chest. “I’m going to move.” As much as he wanted to wait until you were ready, he just couldn’t help himself.

You gasped as he pulled out half way, moving his lips right back in a second later. The more he moved, the more you realized how full you felt. “Oh…oh…” your nails dragged along his shoulders, body being pressed further into the mattress as all his weight resided on you. Sanemi was nothing compared to anyone you had before, he wasn’t even comparable to any of them. “Feels fucking good…doesn’t it?” He was panting softly, hips finding a steady rhythm as your walls pulsed around him. “You’re everything I could have hoped for and more.” He loved watching your face morph with the praise he gave you. You yelped as his cock brushed your cervix, he was focusing more so on speed rather than depth.

“Tell me how good you feel, y/n. I want to know how well I’m fucking you.” He was focused on your face, your heaving chest and the way your tits bounced each time he bottomed out. “I-I feel…” you gasped, eyes going blurry for a moment as he brushed the spot that had you seeing stars. “So..good.” Your words were slightly slurred, nails only digging further into his skin as if it would keep you grounded in reality. “Sanemi~” you were starting to lose yourself, not holding back on any noises you made. There was no one else around to hear them after all. “Yeah? Keep going, I want to hear more.” He switched positions, your arms falling from his shoulders as he straightened.

Your legs remained around his waist, but now you were fully exposed as he towered over you. He let go of one leg, so you replaced his arm with your own to keep it up. All the while he bottomed out completely, not moving as he reached for something you couldn’t see. “You look so hot.” He smiled as you waited to hear the clicks from your camera, instead you heard the small ding of a video starting to record. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what you looked like, you hadn’t even bothered to wipe his cum off the rest of your face. Tears and cum were streaking your face just like you imagined, but the video he was taking was more so focused on where he disappeared inside of you.

He began thrusting again, now instead of speed he was focusing on how deep he hit with each thrust. Sanemi smirked as the video caught your hand tightening in Genya’s comforter, scrunching the material harshly as you cried out. Each thrust shook the bed now, tears rushing down your cheeks as you felt as if you were about to burst, “tell me y/n, I’m waiting to hear how good I fuck your tight cunt.” You wailed, walls clenching sporadically as you tried to fulfil his request. You thought of all the things you could say that you knew got men going in the past, but half the time you barely meant any of those words. Sanemi however was a different story, so it only made sense when the words you spoke next tumbled from your lips.

“So good, you’re doing so good…better than any guy I’ve ever fucked. They don’t even come close…” you moaned as his other hand left your leg, letting it fall limply to the side as he pinched your clit. “Is that so? I better fucking be.” He groaned as you sputtered around him, you were so close that you didn’t even realize it. “Gonna cum for me? Come on now, cum on my cock.” His thrusts began picking up in speed, still hitting just a deep with each thrust. “Gonna cum…” your words were slurred, barely eligible, and Sanemi loved ever fucking second of it. You felt like you were going to burst, your orgasm building in a way you had never felt before. With each pinch on your clit perfectly timed with each thrust, you were gasping for breath as it finally hit you.

Much to Sanemi’s delight, he caught you squirting all over him and Genya’s bed on camera. The sight alone was enough to make him feel weak in the knees, there was something so special about you. Something that made it feel like it was his very first time doing any of this to a woman. “Fuck…look at you making a mess.” His hips never slowed, even when you clenched so tightly he couldn’t barely move for a moment. If it wasn’t for the mess you made causing him to slip in and out with ease, he probably would have faltered. At this point you weren’t even sure what you were saying, incoherent noises and words tumbling from your lips. Ironically they only made Sanemi move quicker.

“Look at you, all sorts of cock drunk because of me.” He stopped recording a second later, tossing your phone to the side to focus on chasing his own orgasm. You rode out your orgasm, quickly becoming overstimulated but too lost to even try and vocalize it. “I’m going…I’m going to get you fucking pregnant.” That woke you up a bit, eyes widening considerably. “Fill you up nice and full…ha…yeah I bet Genya would fucking love that.” He kept thrusting, nearly pushing you further up the bed as he moved. “How fucking shameful. You fuck your best friend’s older brother…and he knocks you up.”

You wailed some sort of response, the idea of Sanemi getting you pregnant was getting you in the mood for another round even though the current one wasn’t finished yet. “You fucking freak, you like the idea don’t you.” He could feel his cock twitching between your walls, he was close. “I-I do…” you weren’t even embarrassed, the overstimulation was quickly changing from pain to pleasure, shockwaves of your orgasm still making your walls convulse. “Cum inside of me, please Sanemi…” for a moment he wished he had kept recording, those words were what threw him over the edge. You flinched as he buried himself, pressing against your cervix almost painfully as he spilled inside of you.

His hips rocked slowly now, breathless gasps slipping past his lips. Silence fell over the two of you as Sanemi caught his breath, flushed face looking at your own. “Everything you hoped it would be?” He began to chuckle as you sleepily nodded. “I need a shower.” Sanemi nearly collapsed on top of you at that, “yeah, I think we do.” He pulled out of you slowly, frowning slightly as his release began to leak out of you. “I’ll go…get the shower started.” You flinched slightly, not realizing how sore you were until you stood. “I’ll be right there.” He winked at you, making your cheeks feel hot as you grabbed both soap bottles and scurried off to Genya’s bathroom.

Sanemi waited until the shower turned on, reaching for your phone once more to send himself the video he had taken. Shortly after he saw it was delivered, he deleted all the messages. He smiled to himself, tossing your phone onto Genya’s bed once more before heading towards the bathroom. You were already in the shower at that point, relieved to finally be rinsing the chlorine out of your hair. “Mind if I join.” An attempt to be cheeky, you only rolled your eyes, pushing the curtain aside to allow him in. You shifted forward in an attempt to allow him room under the water, instead he pulled you back to him. “I don’t think I’m done with you just yet.” You shivered despite the hot water cascading down your frame.

“Is that so?” You smiled as you repeated a line from earlier. “I’m not done with you yet either, Sanemi.” You turned in his arms, pressing yourself to his chest and getting on your tiptoes to try and kiss him. Just as he leaned forward to meet you, you returned to your normal height. Waiting for his eyes to reopen before falling to your knees. “I think you deserve this… but I’d also like a redo. Since you so kindly left me hanging earlier.” He wasn’t even hard yet, so you began placing soft kissing along his shaft. Your tongue slowly circled around his tip, you realized after a moment that you were tasting the bitter mix of your cum mixed with his. After a few seconds he began to twitch to life, within a minute he was fully hard. “What did I tell you… you do wonderful things to me, pretty girl.”

You smiled at the praise, hand wrapping around his base to properly start sucking him off. Sanemi realized after a moment he was itching to have your phone again, he wanted to capture every single one of your firsts as if they wouldn’t happen again. He was by no means afraid of Genya’s reaction, he wasn’t even going to keep it a secret. “Oh my fucking…” he gasped as you took him half way, jaw slack and cheeks warm as you swallowed around him. He seemed awestruck that you even managed to fit that much in. The sore jaw would be worth it every time if you could see that shocked look in his eyes. Your tongue struggled to swirl around him, instead you relied on bobbing your head back and forth. Your tongue glides along the underside of his cock with each movement of your head.

“You’re so good at this…there is no way you let another guy experience this…” a pang of jealousy hit Sanemi, the idea of you on your knees for any other man made him furious. What made it worse, was the idea of Genya experiencing this. “Ain’t no fucking way…” Sanemi’s back hit cool tiles, leaving you to move forward as result. You moaned around him as two hands came to bury in your wet hair, massaging your scalp as a way to encourage you to keep going. This time you could actually feel him twitching, still sensitive from his orgasm only a few minutes prior. You used your fist to pump the rest of him, keeping it in rhythm with your mouth. You wanted to properly taste him this time, having already rinsed your face off before he joined you.

“Fuck…” was the only warning you received from him, cum shooting down your throat as he came in record time. He wasn’t even slightly embarrassed, no one had gotten him to come that quickly before and he wasn’t found to try and extend it. You pulled off of him with a pop as he began softening in your mouth, licking your lips as you did. “Was that okay?” Sanemi helped you up, pulling you to his chest and running his hands up your back. “Fucking perfect.” He missed the top of your head, slowly straightening off the tiles to guide you both under the hot water. “I still have to repay you for the shitty job I did the first time.” He mumbled against the top of your head. “That can wait for another time.” You didn’t want to wait, but you were certain he was feeling as tired as you were.

“No, it can’t. How about this…you wash your hair, I’ll get to work.” This time he was the one falling to his knees, your face feeling warm despite the steam filling the bathroom. “O-okay.” You reached for the bottles you had set on the small ledge, dumping some of the contents into your palm as Sanemi massaged your thighs. After a moment of staring you yelped, a harsh smack to your ass making you jolt forward against his face. “Get to scrubbing.” He licked along your outer lips, sucking on the tender flesh until you listened to what he told you to do. The moment you began working the soap into your scalp, his tongue slipped between slick folds. Just as you had tasted before, Sanemi was now tasting the mix of your cum with his own.

You tried to hold your breath, hoping they would keep the noises from spilling out. You were struggling to keep your focus on your hair, massaging your scalp with less and less effort as pleasure racked your already sensitive clit. “Easy there…” Sanemi’s hands squeezed the plush of your thighs, trying to keep you stable as you began to sway under his touch. “Eh…’m trying…” your adrenaline was wearing off on you at the worst moment. Suds began slipping down your back, forcing you off balance even more as you leaned back to rinse the soap out. Each flick of Sanemi’s tongue had you jolting, you were already feeling the build up of your third orgasm. “S…s…Nemi…” you whined, the hot water paired with his tongue was surprisingly soothing.

“I got you…” he returned as quickly as he left, lips sucking eagerly on your abused clit. It was hitting the point that Sanemi was the one nearly supporting all of your weight, tired muscles starting to whine in protest but he paid them no mind. You clenched around nothing, silently praying he’d add a finger or two. That was the only part of him you had yet to feel, and even though you were certain they’d be nothing compared to his cock…you still wanted it. “…more…” you whined softly, eyes shutting as you hoped he’d keep you stable. “So needy…” he knew what you wanted of course, but if he let go of one of your thighs you may fall. So instead he started sucking, between each motion he’d tell you there was always time for more later.

As you came for a third time, you doubled over, hands burying in Sanemi’s hair as your legs threatened to fully give out. “So tired…” you mumbled as he stood, hands running up your body in order to support you until he was fully standing with you pressed to his chest. “I can see that…let’s clean up and get you to bed.” You nodded feebly, eyes opening slowly to at least try and help Sanemi clean. It made sense to you why he made you wash your hair first, he must have known you were going to crash. Each orgasm took more and more out of you, leaving you a mumbling puddle in Sanemi’s arms. You barely remembered the rest of the shower, the next thing you knew you were being wrapped in a warm towel.

The cool tile of the countertop underneath you was the only thing that jarred you enough to make you open your eyes fully. You watched as Sanemi dried himself off, wrapping a towel around his waist before looking at you. “Let’s dry your hair a bit, I don’t want you getting cold because of wet hair in an air conditioned room.” There was something so soft and intimate about Sanemi towel drying your hair, doing his best to wrap the towel around it and keep it secure. “Good for now.” He kissed your forehead, guiding your arms over his shoulders as he picked you up. “You sure it’s okay…” your voice was muffled as your face squished to his shoulder.

“Of course it is.” You didn’t need to open your eyes to know you were being carried back towards Sanemi’s room. Part of you wanted to laugh at the fact that he chose his little brother’s room to fuck you. How fucked up is that? You were far too tired to be concerned about all of that now, that was an issue for when you woke up. The last things you remember were Sanemi’s hands pulling your towel off, tucking you under his soft sheets and kissing your temple. “I’ll be back in a second.” You mumbled some sort of okay before giving in to your body’s needs.

Sanemi on the other hand was making his way down the hall back to Genya’s room, grabbing your phone before turning to head back. He fully intended on leaving Genya’s room in a slightly dishevelled state, smug satisfaction filling him as he entered his room and locked the door. Before Sanemi gave in to sleep, there was something he absolutely needed to do. He set your phone on his nightstand, reaching for his own after the fact. Tapping the screen revealed all the messages “you” had sent him. His eyes eagerly took in everything he had taken, he decided it would be best to send the video first.

Genya set his tool down as his phone buzzed, Sanemi’s contact lighting up the screen. He’d only been gone for about two hours at this point, his stomach dropped as he slid open the message

Nemi: Here's some jerk off material for ya.

Attached to the text was a video file, one that made Genya’s stomach drop. “I’ll be right back, Zenitsu, Tanjiro.” He was standing up and walking out the door before they could even respond. His hands were shaking, eyes locked on the blurry thumbnail to the video attached. Without even clicking play, he could already tell it was someone’s body. “No fucking way, no… I knew I should have never left you alone with him.”

Genya pushed the men’s room door open, storming down to the furthest stall. He was absolutely livid and he hadn’t even seen the video's context. For all he fucking knew, it could be some random girl he invited over. Then again that was just wishful thinking. He took a deep breath, making sure his volume was low before he clicked play. It was exactly as he feared, you were flat on your back, legs pressed to your chest. He was frozen, watching the video play out, your face was only visible for a moment but it was clearly covered in something. The majority of the video was focused on where his brother kept disappearing and reappearing inside of you.

He was horrified, the low volume only granted him some of the noises you were making, but it was unmistakably your voice. Your voice screaming his brother’s name. The video itself was only about a minute long, “please for fuck sake at least be wearing protection.” He watched Sanemi’s dick pull out nearly half way, sure enough there was no sign of a condom. His older brother had fucked his best friend…raw. He could have thrown up at the thought. Yet he still watched the video in full, dick shamelessly twitching to life.

“Fuck…” he couldn’t get over how cute your whines sounded. The video ended abruptly, leaving Genya to stare at himself through the black screen. Genya stayed still, once Sanemi saw he had read the texts, there were a series of pictures waiting for him when he closed the video. He couldn’t breathe, not when he was staring at such lewd photos of you. He swallowed, not knowing what to do with himself, especially when he was being suffocated in such a small bathroom stall. He had to simply ignore the persistent twitch between his legs.

Genya: didn’t I fucking tell you to stay away?

Nemi: You did, I didn’t listen.

Genya: fucking clearly.

Nemi: notice anything about those pictures? The video maybe?

Genya: the fact that you fucked my best friend raw??

Nemi: look closer.

After a moment of studying, Genya realized.

Genya: you fucked her on my bed?????

Nemi: on your bed…in the guest bathroom…in your shower. Probably in my own bed too once she wakes up.

Genya clicked off his phone, contemplating if it would be worth throwing it against the wall. He decided against it, shoving his phone in his hoodie pocket and storming out of the bathroom stall. He was livid for a few reasons, ironically the picture and video weren’t even the main reason. The main reason was the fact that he was incredibly turned on. How was he supposed to focus on the stupid fucking project when he was painfully hard.

“I’m going to fucking kill both of them.” He swallowed, making his way to the row of sinks. He braced himself on the counter, one image in particular was haunting him, your face covered in his big brother’s cum. He turned on the skin a moment after, cold water pouring from the faucet. Genya would spend another ten minutes in the bathroom, splashing his face with cold water in hopes of calming down. His pride was already hurt, there was no way he was getting off alone in a bathroom stall.

Sanemi on the other hand was comfortable under his blankets, pulling you to his chest. Sure it was a dirty move doing such a thing to his little brother, but he knew Genya well enough that the younger boy would just take it. It was cruel really, but at the moment Sanemi couldn’t care less. Not when he finally had you in his bed, wrapped in his arms.

MY KIND OF WOMAN

Touya is the son of your fathers greatest business rival. You’re supposed to hate him, but you definitely dont.

No quirks, forbidden romance

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Touya Todoroki looks good tonight.

You feel guilty the second the thought enters your brain, like your father might be hearing it. He doesn’t want you talking to guys, much like any father, but if there’s any person in the world he’d kill you for even looking at, it’s Touya, the son of his rival company’s owner.

You’re not even sure what it is your fathers do. Something about finance, computers, science. All you know is that it’s a filthy business, and the Todorokis and Tanakas had been at each other's throats for years. If there was one name that had been run through the dirt in your house, it was Todoroki. Enji had done this, he’d stolen this client, taken this deal. You didn’t really care. All you knew was that you were supposed to hate them all, so you did. Especially Touya, because he was next in line to take over the company, and according to local rumours, he was as misbehaved as they come. Which you were supposed to care about, apparently.

But then you actually met him. And you don’t think you hated him at all.

It was, funnily enough, at a company party. Some firm that both sides of this inane war partnered with, and your dad had forced you to go. So you did, in a little black dress and a perfect smile as you walked around with him like the good daughter you were. You greeted the people you were supposed to greet. You smiled at the old ladies who complimented your unblemished skin and laughed at all the weird comments his too old coworkers made. You only finally got away under the guise of using the bathroom. Truthfully, you took to walking around the place they’d rented out, an old auditorium, peering into the empty rooms. They were mostly filled with boxes, extra chairs and storage. But there was one room, with wide windows and boxes of stage equipment, that piqued your interest.

Because it was in that room that you saw Touya. 

He had dark black hair that fell over his eyes, sleeves rolled up while the suit jacket he was supposed to be wearing was abandoned on a chair to the side. He had cracked open a window, and was deftly blowing the smoke from his cigarette out of it. He must have heard your heels clicking against the floor, because as he turned to face you, you noticed the piercings on his eyebrow and septum and his lip. And you also noticed that he was handsome. In an alluring, he’d probably make you fall in love with him then leave you, sort of way. 

You had heard rumours about Touya. Everyone had, to be honest. Your town was small and overridden with gossip, both in your age demographic and your parents. The stuff you’d heard about the man in front of you should’ve been more than enough to steer you away, that and all your fathers warnings. But the party was boring, and you were still a little pissed at your dad for making you come, so you decided your definitely entertain this.

He tilted his head, and the cigarette burned between his fingers.

“I know you. You’re Tanaka’s daughter.” His voice was low and deep, rumbling in his chest as he eyed you.

You nodded, taking another step in the room. “In the flesh. I’m not supposed to be talking to you.” You smile.

Touya’s lips curled into a smile. “Shame.” He took another puff of his cigarette. “You just going to stand there then?”

You walked forward until you were next to him. You pointed at the cigarette. 

“You got another?”

He hummed. “No. We can share, though.”

He held it out to you, and you took it easily, taking a long slow drag. You sighed, blowing the smoke out the window.

“We basically just kissed.” 

You shot him an amused glance. “Are you twelve?”

“No. Eighteen. Just like you.” 

Touya crossed his arms on the ledge of the window. Like that, the setting sun casted shadows across his face, the flattering blue of his eyes almost glowing as he turned to look at you.

You leant against the wall, avoiding eye contact. “Should I be concerned that you know that?”

“No. I’m sure you know as well as I do how much our fathers love talking about each other.”

You snorted a laugh. “God, he’d kill me if he saw me with you right now.” 

Touya pouted. “I’m not that bad. I’m nice. I’m even sharing it with you.” He reached out his hand to grab the cigarette and you passed it to him, your fingers brushing.

“Mhm. I'll be sure to tell him how kind you were to smoke with me.” You nodded sympathetically, and he grinned something dangerous.

It was all sort of the end after that.

You started to run into him a lot more. While he didn’t go to the local school like you, but the two of you lived in the same neighbourhood. You went to the library to study and there he was, with a blonde haired girl who nearly got kicked out for talking too much. You stopped at the mall to grab some clothes and there he was with the blonde hair boy from school who’s always chatting girls up. 

And every time he’d stop you just before you left, entice you with good conversation and a cigarette outside. And who were you to deny it? He was good conversation. He had good taste in music, and he made you laugh. You’d started hoping that you’d run into him more every time you left the house. And yes,  maybe you started to develop a teensy little crush on him. It didn’t help when he slipped you his phone number one day.

You’d just gotten out of your car, about to fill it up at the gas station, when you heard the rev of a motorcycle and a shout.

“Hey! Tanaka!” 

You turned to the source of the voice to see Touya hopping off his bike. You assumed it was his bike. He’d mentioned it a couple times, and the sleek metal and soft leather seats looked pretty close to his very detailed descriptions. He took his helmet off and god, the mess of his hair and the pink of his cheeks had you smiling instantly. You lock your car door and wave.

“Hiya. What are you doing here?”

He tapped the back of his bike. “Fuelling her up.” He looks down at your car.

“Nice ride.”

You rolled your eyes. It is definitely not a nice ride. Unfortunately you got the kind of rich parents that wanted you to earn money the old fashioned way, which included using your shitty part time job to pay for your first car. 

“It’s safer than that death machine.” You raised your eyebrows at his bike and he smoothed his hands over her.

“Aw, lighten up. She’s safe enough. And she’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

You rolled your eyes, finishing up filling your car, but you couldn’t help the little smile on your face. “It’s a machine, Touya. You can’t hurt her feelings.”

You started walking towards the store to pay, and he immediately followed, twirling his keys on his finger. “So where are you headed?”

“Home. Just finished work.”

Touya tilted his head. He held the door open for you and you walked in, quietly thanking him. He’s tall, so he had no issue reaching over and pushing it open before you even could touch the handle.

“Work? Where do you work?”

The store was empty, apart from an blred looking employee fiddling with the cash register. You eyed the chocolate bars and he watched you do so, standing a little closer than normal. “I work at that bookshop on Green street.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You know it?” You grab a pack of m&ms. 

Touya nodded. You both walked over to the fridges, and he slid the door open and you grabbed a can of coke. You pull your hoodie sleeves over your hands. “Yeah. My sister’s always in there.” He said.

You hum. “I probably know her.”

“Not better than me, I hope. I should be the only Todoroki in your life.” He pouted and you snorted a laugh.

“Oh, don’t worry, you are.” 

Touya grabbed a red bull and the two of you walked to the counter. Touya queued first, and you watched him fumble in his pockets for his wallet, and come up empty. He looked up sheepishly at the cashier.

“Shit. I left my wallet at home.” He turned to you with an apologetic look on his face. “You have a dollar?”

You smiled, stepping forward. Touya protested as you asked the cashier to ring you up too, but you batted his hands away. He huffed next to you and you rolled your eyes.

“Consider this repayment for that cigarette.” You grinned, tapping your card.

Touya walked you the short distance back to your car. “Does this make you my sugar mommy?”

“Ew, Touya! That’s gross. I’ll take the red bull back.”

Touya laughed loudly. “If you want. I’ve already slobbered all over it though.”

“I think I’ve shared enough cigarettes with you to not care about that.”

You dug in your purse for your car keys, key rings jingling as you unlocked it.

“I guess this is goodbye once more.”

“It sure is, Tanaka.”

Before you could get in it though, he stopped you, hand circling your wrist. His fingers were wet with condensation from the red bull, and you noticed how easily they wrapped around you.

“Wait. Give me your phone.”

You looked at him in confusion. “What, you leave that at home too?”

“Ha ha. No. Just give it. Come on, babe.”

You sighed reluctantly, but dug it out of your pocket nonetheless. “Don’t call me babe.”

“You prefer baby?”

“I prefer Y/N.”

He did something. You couldn’t even see, but you trusted him, brushing a hair behind you head as you watched him tap away. You heard a chime come from his phone, and when he passed yours back, you saw he’d given you his number.

“Perfect.” 

You tried to hide the smile that was itching to grace your lips. “What was that for?”

He just slipped his helmet on, unashamed of his own grin. “So I can repay you for that Redbull. Give me a time and place, angel.”

“Y/N.”

He brushed you off. “Same thing.”

It was all downhill from there. He beat you in 8 ball IMessage games every night and sent you the dumbest TikToks you’d ever seen in your life, and you loved it. Touya called you when he was at work, on his walks home, while he was doing school stuff. It only made everything more exciting how forbidden it all was. Sneaking around town so nobody saw you two, only meeting late at night. Sure, you had to clamber out your window on the nights your parents were home and awake, but it was all worth it.

And nothing happened. Not yet, at least. It was nice to complain about your parents to somebody who understood, and the two of you got along in every other aspect too. There was that tension that always hung there whenever the two of you hung out. In the backseat of your car, the alleyway behind his house. The little voice that whispered in the back of head for more, for you to bridge that little gap the two of you were teetering on. But you ignored it, because it was bad enough you two were even friends. Let alone anything else.

But good things never last, and you get found out.

It’s after school, once you’d finished the tutoring gig you have on the side for extra credit in history. Your car was at the shop, and your bus decided it didn’t want to show up that day, so you called the only person you knew with a vehicle (and the only person you wanted to call). 

He got here quicker than you thought he would and you frown as the motorbike revs its way into the parking lot. He parked the bike and ripped the helmet off his head. Touya looked far too happy as he hopped off, immediately dumping a helmet in your hands. You quickly text your dad that your friend Rumi was driving you home. It’s not like he’d know. He was at some country club thing across town.

“I knew you’d give in.” He teased.

You pouted and held it for a moment. “I can’t believe I'm going to die at eighteen on a motorbike.”

Touya tutted. “None of that talk. This will be fun.” He whispered the last word, his low drawl sending a shiver up your spine.

You brushed him off, patting your hair down so you could fit the helmet on your head. It was big and bulky, and you lifted up the visor to look at him.

“Aw. You look cute.”

“At least I’ll die pretty.”

He pulled the visor down and knocked the side of the helmet. “Stop talking about dying. I’ll protect you, sweetheart.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Enough. Okay. How do we do this?”

Touya sat down on the motorbike. When his legs curved over the side you noticed they were more muscular than you first ever realised, even in the grey sweats he had on. He patted the seat behind him.

“On you get.”

You sighed. You made sure your bag was secured on your back, and gingerly hopped on. You pulled down your skirt as it hitched up your legs, and tried to ignore Touya’s eyes burning holes in your skin. You gripped the edge of the seat and Touya laughed.

“No can do, doll. You gotta hold me.”

Right. That made more sense. 

Your arms reached and curled around his middle, resting on his waist. You felt the hard line of muscle on his stomach, and you felt his chest rumble as he laughed once more.

“Closer. Come on, I don’t bite. Not unless you ask me to.”

You mumbled some choice words under your breath before you scooted closer. “Alright. I’m ready.”

“You sure?” He asked, clipping in his own helmet.

“I guess so.” 

The motorbike revved to life and you yelped. Your hands immediately gripped him tighter, and as Touya pulled out the parking lot and started driving you’re sure you almost suffocated him with how hard you were holding on. You couldn’t think about the fact he smelled like cigarettes and something musky, because wind was rushing through your hair and face, even where your face was pressed against his back. But, regardless of all that, it was great. Thrilling and adrenaline inducing in a way you hadn’t felt before.

“It’s good, right?” He yelled and you nodded, a smile almost splitting your face in half.

You made it home sooner than you’d have liked. You hopped off the bike, hair sticking on end as you took the helmet off.

“That was fun! Terrifying, but fun.” You yelled. Your ears were a little blocked from the rush of wind.

He fixed the hairs on your head that were sticking all over the place. His hands were bigger than yours but he was gentle as he brushed a strand of hair off your face.

“I told you I wouldn't kill you. Maybe next time you can drive.” His voice was softer than usual, and it made you feel warm.

“Oh, this is never happening again, trust me.”

“I agree.”

You froze. Touya froze too, and you cursed under your breath because that was your father’s voice. Your father who was supposed to be at some country club event right now, which is why you asked Touya to drop you home in the first place. Your face burned red and you turned to see him standing at the front door fuming, staring at the two of you. You immediately stepped away from Touya, and you thought that maybe for one second he didn’t recognise him, that some elaborate lie could get you out of this mess.

“Get off my property, Todoroki, before I call the police.” His voice was clipped and angry.

Fuck. “Dad, it’s-“

He looked at you with an expression so cold and disappointed it silenced you almost instantly. You faltered, turning to Touya. He looked just as caught in the headlights as you did. He stepped forward, to say something, cut through the tension that surrounded your front lawn, but your dad didn’t let him get a word in.

He pulled out his phone. Just held it in the air and fixed Touya with a glare. “You have about ten seconds.”

Your father was a man of his word and you’re happy Touya had some sense to believe him. He clipped his helmet back on his head, and you heard the rev of the motorcycle interrupt the silence before he drove away. 

“Dad-“

“Get inside.”

It was weird, being told off. You hadn’t been scolded like that, sat on the couch as your parents stood across from you with fury in their eyes, since you were a child. You were eighteen, for crying out loud. And yet, you still found yourself waiting for him to say something, not brave enough to storm off to your room when he looked as pissed as he did. After another few moments of aching silence, he finally spoke.

“Are you trying to destroy my work? My- My livelihood? Everything me and half the men in your family worked their whole lives for?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What? Dad, we were just-“

“You shouldn’t be anything with that boy! Do you even know what he’s like?” He yelled.

You sat up straighter. “He’s not a boy, Dad, he’s eighteen years old. So am I! We don’t have any business with you and Enji!”

Your dad shook his head. “It’s not about that! It’s- Do you even know his intentions? What if- His father is not a good man, Y/N. God knows what his son would turn out like.”

And you felt anger bridling between your veins, your head screaming at you to defend Touya’s name, because you know he has good intentions, that he has no business with Enji. He’s complained about him enough that you think he might hate him more than your own father does. 

He cursed under his breath. He sat down heavily on the coffee table across from you.

“Listen. I know you don’t care about this business, that you have no interest in it. That’s fine. I keep you out of it as much as I can, so I understand why you don’t realise why this is so bad.”

Your father rubbed at his eyes, and it was in moments like that you saw his age. That you noticed the wrinkles that had made home on his face, the tiredness that never seemed to leave no matter how much he slept.

“But it is bad. This- This business, it’s so competitive. Everything matters. And it looks bad for my partners if they see you together. You know how things are in this town, how much people talk, and he’s not exactly got the most picture perfect image. I mean, the dyed hair, the piercings.” Your dad shakes his head. “There’s- You know he has a criminal record? He committed arson when he was fifteen.”

“But Dad-“

“There’s no buts. Not only do this bad for me, but you said you had school, and I see you coming home on a motorbike when me and your mother aren’t home. All  because of that boy.” He spits.

“I didn’t lie, I did have school. He was just dropping me home!”

“You told me Rumi was dropping you home. So you lied. And I’m sure it’s not the first time. Don’t think we don’t know you’ve been sneaking out.”

Your face burned red. You didn’t even try to deny it and. Your father nodded his head. “See? We thought it was just- Rebellious teenager stuff. But now I know you were probably going out to see him.”

Your father stopped you before you could try defend yourself. “You’re grounded. School and then work and then home. No more sneaking out and no more motorbikes.”

Your mouth gaped open. “What? I don’t even get to defend myself?”

“No. Go to your room.” 

“I’m not a child, dad! You can’t ground me!” You spluttered, but he shrugged.

“You’re still living under my roof, and I'm still paying for everything. So yeah, I can ground you.”

It was a bit hard to defend your maturity when you did indeed storm into your room like a child. It was a surprise you didn’t get in even more trouble for your little outburst. You’re sure if your father wasn’t as tired as he was he would’ve doubled your punishment for talking back like you did. 

So you stopped talking to Touya. You didn't want to, but the watchful eyes of your parents and the guilt from that exhausted look that you put on your fathers face was sort of eating you up. You never really thought about the fact that he would’ve wanted you to take over the business, like he took it from his father. How much it all meant to him. You didn’t understand the logistics of his business because you never cared to and you can’t help but feel a little horrible because of it.

So you started leaving Touya on delivered. You replied less and you ignored the heavy weight on your chest it caused and the fact that you missed him more each second he was away. You knew if you entertained his conversation even slightly you’d be back to sneaking out and finding him in town, so you tried as best as you could to keep your distance. You felt bad that you couldn’t explain why. But the truth is you barely understood why yourself.

You worked and studied and came home just like your parents asked, desperate for your freedom and less of their overbearing eyes on you all the time.

But you couldn’t avoid Touya forever, and soon enough, there’s another party your whole family is expected to be at, some community thing that apparently everyone in town is going to. Your fathers up for an award and he wants you there. You’ve been informed your grounding will be lifted if you can show up and look the part, so you’re sort of excited to go, if more for the outcome than the event itself.

You wear a dark blue dress, the slit coming up to your thigh. The soft, silk material shines as it catches the light, and you pair it with a gold necklace your mother had bought you years ago. You do your makeup and fix your hair, spritzing yourself with your most expensive perfume. You’re not stupid. You know Touya is going to be there, so you may as well dress the part in case he catches a glimpse of you.

And, low and behold, he does. You’ve seen him once tonight. He’s wearing a black suit and a black button up and he sticks out like a sore thumb in between his family, but you know he doesn’t care. He looks bored and it’s a good look on him. His jaw is set and he sips in a glass of champagne. He notices you just once, blue eyes locking onto yours. They look at your face, drop to the exposed skin of your legs and collarbones. And then they look away.

You last about an hour of speeches and clapping before you find yourself outside. Today's venue is fancier and security guarded, so instead of exploring, you just stand outside, a ways away from the door. You wish you could go home but your ride is inside and probably still pissed at you. You itch for a cigarette and the boy who comes with them.

You know that you could probably call him right now and he’d come out, but. You feel some obligation to your family. To your father. It’s the least you could do to keep your hands off him tonight of all nights.

“You wanna share?”

You turn, and like you knew deep down, he’s there. It took him about ten minutes, but you knew he’d follow you out. You were hoping for it, relally. To get a glimpse of him alone, like he was really all for you. He’s illuminated by the moonlight and the soft glow of the streetlight you were leaning on. You look at the cigarette waiting patiently in his hands, and you look away.

“No, thanks.”

You can hear cars driving a couple streets down. The night air is cold, and your hands rub up and down your arms to try to warm you up. Touya nudges your arm and when you look, his suit jacket is in his hands.

“I’m alright.”

Touya frowns. “So that’s it? You’re just never going to speak to me again?”

You shake your head, turning away. “It’s- I can’t, Touya.”

And he scoffs, incredulous. He pulls you back and his skin is warm even outside. And when you face him, he looks desperate, and you want to turn away. He doesn’t let go of you though, and holds you in place.

“You can. Who gives a shit what our parents want?”

“I do!” You yell. “Touya, you know what our fathers are like. This- This business is everything for them!” 

“Okay? And what does that have to do with us?” He says, his grip tightening. 

“It-“  You struggle for the words like they’re stuck in your throat. “It has everything to do with us, come on, Touya. You know that.”

Even this, just talking to him is enough to have your parents mad at you. And if anyone inside catches this? Catches the way his hands are sliding down your arms to hold yours, the way you’re looking up at him? You’re dead.

“I don’t know. I- God. You make me sound so whipped.” 

He mumbles the last sentence like it’s just meant for him. At the confused look on your face he smiles, bittersweet and aching.

“I don’t know what it has to do with us, Y/N.” And it’s your name that leaves his lips, not some stupid nickname, and it tugs at your heart. “I don’t know and honestly, I don’t care.”

“I’m not taking over the business. I don’t give a shit about my dad and everything he stands for. I give a shit about you. I know that- there’s probably a hundred other guys that are probably way more deserving of you but.” 

He swallows roughly. Runs a hand through perfectly imperfect hair, then immediately comes back to hold you. 

“But I like you. Okay? I- I like you and I don’t care that our parents are fucking company rivals, I couldn’t give less of a shit. I really like you. And- you not talking to me for the past few days? It’s fucking killing me.”

“I-“ 

But he cuts you off. “Don’t lie. Okay? Don’t lie to me. Don’t act like you don’t feel the same way.”

He steps closer. Your hand comes up and rests on his chest and you think you can feel his heartbeat.

“Touya. I don’t- I don’t know.”

Your fingers curl in his shirt. The fabric feels expensive in your hands, rough against the smoothness of his skin. The distance between you is so small, yet you feel like it might take everything in you to pull him closer. His hands slide from your hands to settle against your waist and they burn through the layers of your dress. 

You can hear the sound of music slipping out from under the doors. You wonder how long it will take for someone to notice you’re missing, and you wonder if you’ll be here with Touya when they do. You can only imagine the look on your fathers face, the look on Enji, if they caught you two even talking. Let alone whatever this is.

The dress you’re wearing does nothing to protect you from the cold, but you don’t think it’s the reason you’re shivering. It’s wrong. God, it’s so wrong that you can feel it physically, the cells in your body urging you to pull away.

But he’s looking at you like nobody ever has. Eyes flirting from your lips, to the slope of your nose, the heat you can feel colouring your cheeks. There’s a look of desperation in his face you’d feel horrible to ignore, like he might die if he goes one more second without you. The streetlight casts shards of light across his face and you’re certain the person standing in front of you can’t be human. You find him beautiful in a way you didn’t think was possible, and you’re scared and begging that he knows that.

You stand, silent and breathing, for what might be a lifetime. You’re both daring the other to make the first move. Both too scared to ask for what you want.

Touya lifts his hand. He curls it around your face, rests it against the space in between your neck, just where it meets your shoulder. He asks. Silent and still somehow the loudest thing you’ve ever heard.

A nod. Imperceptible at best, but enough. Enough for someone desperately searching for it. 

A breath.

And then he’s on you. His hands pull you closer and your own curve against the slope of his jaw, scratching against the faint stubble on his chin. And his lips are rough and pressing as they melt against your own, like he’s trying to fit himself inside your mouth. He bites at your bottom lip and your mouth opens with a soft noise, and he’s licking, tongue searching your gums and the uneven line of your teeth. 

You push him back, panting for breath. “We- Touya, chill.” You laugh breathlessly as his lips trail down your neck, licking at your pulse and biting at the soft skin of your shoulders.

“No.”

“Someone could walk out and see us.” You whisper weakly. 

“Don’t care. I’d fuck you in front of them all.”

“Touya.” You scold, blushing furiously.

You finally push him back properly. Your hands come up and land on his face, thumb brushing the globe of his cheeks. His face is flushed and warm and his lips look so kissed and swollen. He blinks impossibly long lashes at you and you smile despite yourself.

“I like you too. Obviously. I just- You need to give me time. To figure this all out.”

He swallows and you watch his Adam Apple bob. 

“I know you don’t care about what your father thinks, but I do. And- I need to find a way to convince him. Then, we can see.”

Touya nods. He waits a beat. “Does this mean you’ll stop ignoring me?” 

Guilt clenches in your stomach. “Yes. Sorry about that.” You say sheepishly.

He hums. “I think I’ll need a few more kisses first before I forgive you.”

“Degenerate. Pass me that cigarette.” 

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Touya Todoroki I’ll never forget u.. we r five years strong ☺️ I hate this slightly but I also love it.. so who knows

my period was late so it’s so painful and bad.. keep me I. Ur prayers people

As always hope u enjoyed <3

ੈ✩‧₊˚ RICHTIVITIES PT. 2!

richhusband!Nanami who has you come over to his office when he’s needy, sneaking you in under the guise of bringing his forgotten bento box, but in actuality, he has you split open on his cock with a big hand covering your mouth to muffle the incessant loud moans that are leaving your lips. Muscles tense as he struggles to contain his urge to unleash thrust after thrust to your miserable cunt, his sculpted stomach flush to your back as he keeps your legs open.

richhusband!Nanami whose fingers move expertly across your mound, drawing your clit in circles ‘till you’re squirting all over his crisp and expensive slacks, and he’s whispering in your ear about how gorgeous you look all spread out for him. His thick fingers playing with your hardened nipples through the pink blouse you’d chosen to wear.

richhusband!Nanami who has to cup a hand over your mouth once he hears footsteps and a familiar voice nearing his office door, though he’s not giving you any chance to quiet down with the way he’s ramming his hips up into you. Once he shoo’s whoever it was away, he’s repositioning you so you’re bent over his desk, disregarding the paperwork scattered all over.

richhusband!Nanami who takes his time with you, now slowly and languidly driving himself into your sex. And, as you both cum together, there forms that white ring of juices on the base of his cock he loves oh, so much.

richhusband!Nanami who slides your panties back in place after he’s done, kissing you so passionately it sweeps you up into a state of pure bliss. He’s pulling out his wallet, kissing you again, and placing a wad of cash between your tits. “Get yourself something, sweetheart. I’ll be home shortly.”

I CAN'T MAKE YOU LOVE ME.

+ pairings. ran haitani x f!reader

+ tags. angst, arranged marriage, emotional cheating, kind of unrequited love, hurt no comfort

+ wc. 1.2k

+ note. hello lmaooo im in an angsty mood das why i wrote this : < hehe tagging @marism and @manjiroscum thanks for hearing my ideas out and helping me muwah i love u two <3

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If somebody asks what love is to you, you’ll probably answer them with one simple thing.

Ran Haitani.

Maybe it was too melodramatic and all that. But hey, you weren’t kidding. For you, the very definition of that so-called love will always be him. What was it about him that made your perception about love be like that anyway?

Was it his eyes that hold so much adoration whenever he looks at you—whenever he pulls you right into his arms and whispers sweet nothings to you when you lay next to each other? Maybe that was it.

Or rather, it was the way he twirls you while dancing around the home you two built. The exchange of laughter, the clumsiness whenever you bump into something, the way that both your eyes disappear when looking at each other with that upward curve that your lips form. The messages that you send each other, the way that the tip of his fingers ran through your skin—feeling that exciting current, coursing through your veins—igniting all you nerves to get your heart pumping at an unrelenting pace.

Basically, it was everything that you do with him and especially, him.

Everything was perfect and here you thought that it would never turn out this way because you believe that arranged marriages always end up in complete chaos. Perhaps, your marriage was the exception of that one because here you are, with him—happily married.

Here you are, giving your all. Always there whenever he needs you, always there to make him feel how much you love him. You’d give everything to him even if he didn’t ask you to.

And you believe that’s how he is to you as well. You know that Ran will do everything for you, you know that he loves you more than anything. You know, you were sure because that’s what his eyes reflected as he sat across you with a pretty smile on his face. “”m sorry I didn’t get to take you out on our anniversary—”

“Ran. Stop.” you giggled, reaching for his hand while giving him the sweetest, appreciative smile you could ever give him. “This? You preparing food for us—for our anniversary is more than enough. I could get used to this, you know.”

“So, you enjoyed seeing me work there, huh?” Ran answered, ‘there’ referring to the kitchen with a smug look on his face. Confidence was written all over his face since he was the one who prepared all the food for your anniversary dinner—you were certainly surprised, well, not that surprised since you know your husband always has something up his sleeve just for you.

“Uh-huh. But I enjoy it more when you work there.” you retaliated and pointed at the bedroom eliciting a chuckle from Ran, seeing the way he’s looking at you right now, you know that you have roused something in him that’s too early for tonight.

“Too early for dessert, darling—” he was about to go to you when numerous doorbell interrupts him—actually, your whole night.

“Stay here.” he specifically instructed and you immediately nodded, a wary tone was evident on his voice considering his line of work. Who the fuck would go to your house this late and disturb the nice evening that you were having with your husband?

Can’t be his brother because he told him—many times actually, that he can’t be bothered tonight.

However, the evident frown written on Ran’s face vanished as soon as he saw who the person was behind that door. His face softens as well as his voice—followed by the rapid beating of his heart that he has chosen to be oblivious to. “What… are you doing here?”

“I… I’m s-sorry. I really don’t know where to go.” she sobbed, tears flooding her eyes that made his heart feel like it was being squeezed inside his chest—the continuous shaking of her shoulders couldn’t go unnoticed. “I-I’m not bothering you, right? You’re the only one I know here. Ran, I fucked up. I need you.”

Was she bothering?

Probably not.

She was never a bother—not to everyone who knows her, especially not to him. But he shouldn’t do this, right? “R-ran.”

But it seems like with one just call of his name from her, all that coherent thoughts was no longer considered. All that he cares about is the woman who was crying in front of him—how could he not? She was the first one to win the heart of the Ran Haitani.

“C’mere.” he said in a soft voice, pulling her close to his chest—encasing her in his arms to make her feel safe. “I’m here. Everything’s going to be alright.”

You were aware that she’s the one—and always has been the love of his life. Maybe you were just too blinded to the point that you’ll see what you want to see and believe what you wanted to believe.

You can’t bring yourself to be mad because you always deem yourself as the villain who put an end to their fairytale.

What you feel was probably nothing compared to what they have gone through when they were apart. So, how could you? How could you bring yourself to tell them that this scene before you was breaking your heart?

Your worst nightmare was playing endlessly in front of you and yet, the only thing that you could do was to stand there and watch it and you had hoped that you didn’t because every single second you spent there was beating the truth to your face.

The truth was unfolding in front of you but you couldn't bring yourself to look away.

And the truth is, the love Ran has for you would never be like that. That it is bullshit that you were certain of his feelings for you. No one can ever come close to the love he has for her, not even you—he just ‘loved’ you because he’s being asked to and you’re a fool for not realizing that all of it was just lies.

It was worse when your eyes met—lavender hues staring into yours with that apologetic look that made you feel so small. And yet, all you could do was give the most understanding smile and mouthed the words that were in contrast to what you really feel.

‘It’s okay.’

Was it?

Ran knew it was unfair to you, but at the end of the day you’re still the one he has to go home to, right? At the end of the day, you’re still the woman who gets to lay down beside him.

She just needs him as of this moment, you could understand, right? Perhaps, you were really fine with this because you get to keep him—be with him forever.

But does he really want to be with you?

Though, he said it himself—he loves you, he cares for you. But every second, you realize that there is a big difference in the way that he looks at you and her. There's an unnoticeable amount of emotions just from his eyes while he’s with her.

It’s clear who holds his heart and it sure is not the woman he exchanged vows with. It isn't the woman he had promised to be with in sickness and in health—it was always her.

Now, when somebody asks you.

What is your definition of love?

You’ll say… the one here in front of you.

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"Awh,looking at me like that won't do any changes darling~"

The smug decorated his face as he stared at your tits who got his dick between them,bouncing up and down against it. Kaeya took one of the ice cubes that rested in the bucket with multiple champagne bottles.

He,by suprise,brushed the cube on your lips and before you could try to slap it away,he removed the cube,sensually licking it while making eye contact with you.

"Your lips always taste good,they'll be better on my tip...don't you think?"

Oh how you loved that personality of his.

Kaeya moved the cube to the front of your neck,letting it melt while also sliding down your tits that you continued to rub it up and down to his hard dick,visible pre-cum flowing out. He soon took a another ice cube,placing it between his top and bottom teeth.

"Shall we see it then? My lips are...sometimes impatient~"