A New Ship Has Been Made And I Honestly Find It Kinda Cute

your unreliable narrator fucking bit me

— peep show | m.

pairing : hanamaki/reader

wordcount : 2.395

genre : fluff, smut, pwp

cw : established relationship

tags : voyeurism, reading doesn’t know she’s being watched but makki does????, oc roommate, daddy kink, squirting, riding, fingering, soft!makki, praise kink, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, overstimulation,

note : ive had this idea rattling around in my brain for ages. it’s got lit the BARE MINIMUM of plot it’s lit just pwp tbh so ENJOY

+ summary : makki overhears his roommate talking trash about how he can’t pleasure you, his girlfriend. so he puts on a little show to prove just how well he can treat you.

It started out with mumbled whispers in the spare bedroom. Makki was passing by, water bottle in hand as he made his way back to his own bedroom. 

The voice was familiar – the masculine tone of his roommate, Kensuke. If he had to guess he was on discord, chatting with some gaming buddies as usual. He was a nice enough guy, did what he was supposed to do in terms of pay rent and bills – that’s all Makki could really ask for. They had become roommates when Makki put out an ad and the rest was history. They were, by no means, friends and to be quite frank, they both liked it that way. 

And Makki wasn’t usually in the habit of eavesdropping but when he heard your name muffled through the wood, he paused. 

Pressing his ear against the door, he closed his eyes to block out all other external stimuli – focusing on the words being spoken by his roommate. 

“Yeah dude, Hanamaki’s girlfriend,” he muttered, “She’s a total babe, I don’t know how he managed to get her. She’s way out his league,” he was quite for a second before laughing, “Nah, she prances around in these little lounge shorts that just make her ass look great, trust me, it’s a sight.”

Makki rolled his eyes. Of course it would be that. He wasn’t insecure or worried about his roommates apparent attraction to you, no, he was pretty used to it. He knew you were pretty and, to be quite frank, it boosted his ego to hear how other men lost themselves over you. But Kensuke’s next words truly irked him and had him storming back to his bedroom with his jaw set in irritation.

“I can hear them bangin’ sometimes – like the bed moving and shit but she never makes any noise so he’s probably not even that good,” Kensuke laughs, “Anyone with eyes can see she’s too good for him – he can’t even get her to moan in bed, I feel kinda bad for him…poor guy. Anyway, let’s get this game goin’!”

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“teach me”

“no”

“why not?!”

“because i don’t want to”

sae stares blanky at your frustrated face (he thinks it’s cute but he’d rather be buried alive than to admit it out loud) through his phone screen. you were asking him to teach you some spanish just for funsies but sae being sae, he doesn’t want to cooperate

“then, let me at least hear you speak some sentences, please?” you try to bargain, pulling the puppy eyes on him. you’ve watched multiple clips of his interviews in the past where he spoke a little bit of spanish and you wanted to hear it when he’s talking to you.

to your surprise (not) sae just rolls his eyes as his response, earning a little huff from you

“you know what sae, nevermind” you say in defeat. putting your hands up in front of the camera to show that you’ve surrendered into trying to make sae say something in spanish. your attention is no longer at the stoic boy, but on twitter, tiktok, instagram, you name it, your attention was probably there. if he’s not gonna cooperate then fine. two can play this game

sae noticed that you suddenly went quiet on him. he calls out your name but you don’t budge. that only meant one thing. you were ignoring him.

you hear sae sigh at the other end. before you can ask him what his problem was, he clears his throat,

“te amo cada día más y te amare pase lo que pase”

you swear you felt like you just entered the gates of heaven with the way the words smoothly rolls out of his tongue like honey.

“happy now?” you can hear the bluntness in his voice. “and open your camera, tch” he clicks his tongue in annoyance. you hurriedly opened your camera once again to see sae’s face once again but with a faint blush on his cheeks. you instantly took a screenshot which sent a notification on sae’s end causing the latter to raise his brows in confusion.

“what’s with the big smile on your face?” sae asks, adjusting his pillow behind him, watching you smile like an idiot. (his idiot)

“because you spoke in spanish” you gush, smiling uncontrollably at your boyfriend. sae snickers before gazing at you lovingly.

“did you even understand what i just said?”

“nope, but i know it was probably something romantic” you wiggle your eyebrows at sae who only smiles at your reaction. you can see his whisker dimples poking through, a tell tale sign that he was genuinely smiling. a rare sight to see.

“so, are you gonna tell me what you just said?”

“no”

“sae!”

QUICKIES ! — HAIKYUU

⊹₊˚. he thinks the rush and risk of a quickie with you is the best feeling ever.

⟡ feat. timeskip! miya atsumu, bokuto kōtarō, iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurō.

⟡ warnings: 18+ content (mdni), f! reader, creampies, oral sex [m&f], cum swallowing, wall sex, public sex & exhibitionism, degradation, fingering, squirting, sex against a window, not proofread !!

⟡ xoxo, juno: my heart goes out to the neglected haikyuu fans on my blog. this is for you <3

— MIYA ATSUMU.

“tsumu,” you pant, head falling back into the lockers behind you with a small thud that’s unheard over the sound of skin against skin.

you’re balancing on one jelly-like leg, back pressed into the lockers, the other leg hanging on his arm, toes curling. “oh, right there, tsumu, please,” a breathy whimper leaves your parted lips, and he angles his hips slightly, snapping his cock into you harder. each thrust punches the air out of your lungs, and atsumu knows he won’t be able to last much longer if you keep clenching like this, your pretty face scrunched with pleasure from him.

“fuck, babe— ughhh, yer so pretty like this..” he buries his face in your neck, the pace of his hips becoming unsteady and erratic as he gets closer and closer to coming undone inside you. in the not so far distance, you hear talking and laughing, but ignore it.

your pussy throbs, gummy walls sucking him deep, and he groans out your name, pressing you harder into the lockers. “mmmh, ‘m gonna cum, where d’ya—”

“inside, want it in me,” you cut him off with a whiny plea, “want it dripping out while i watch the game.”

your hand races to press into the small of his back, in an attempt to make sure he doesn’t pull away or out. with a grumble of your name that makes his chest shake, he cums inside of you, just as a door opens nearby.

“tsumu,” you whisper in a panic when he doesn’t make any move to pull out after a few seconds, effectively plugging you full of his cum, “we have to get dressed for your game, y-your friends—”

“nah,” atsumu huffs, staring at your flexing pussy; his cum drips from you, slipping down your thighs mesmerizingly. he practically has hearts in his eyes looking up and down your body.

“i think we’re a little early, kiyoomi,” hinata’s bright voice is suddenly a few rows of lockers away.

“prep before a game is most important,” sakusa replies sternly, “practice and a shower before always guarantees a win, shōyo.”

atsumu’s already in his shorts, helping you pull on an msby jersey, stamped with his number on the back. his cum drips from your cunt as you quickly move past his teammates with a wave, mumbling a dumb excuse as you race out the door.

“atsumu,” sakusa pulls on his mask almost immediately, his guard up. “surely you noticed your girlfriend wearing the jersey backwards.”

— BOKUTO KŌTARŌ.

“you’re gonna win, kou, i promise,” you interrupt your boyfriend’s enthusiastic and nervous rambling, lips trailing over his inner thighs.

“i-i know, but this game is important!” he emphasizes, swallowing thickly as your fingers hook into the waistband of his shorts and boxers. the clothing slides down his thighs, settling at his knees, and you inch closer to his cock — rock hard, hot to the touch, tip sticky with precum.

bokuto chokes out a hushed groan, tangling his fingers in your hair and cupping the back of your head the second you take him into your mouth. he helps you take his entire length into your mouth, spurring you on with his whines and mumbled curses.

“b-baby, fuck, you’re so perfect, ughhh—”

you choke when you finally make it all the way down to his base, your nose practically touching the coarse hair covering his pelvis. eager hands begin to guide you up and down, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you move. bokuto gasps out a string of hazy apologies when he heard you gag particularly hard, but he doesn’t stop— instead, he cups the back of your head firmly and fucks up into your mouth, the movement of his hips sloppy.

“y-you wan’ me to win, right?” his head drops back, the creaky sounds of the locker room bench growing louder beneath him. with your one of your hands positioned on the wood for support, you feel the bench shaking hard.

you nod, your eyes moving from his abs up to his scrunched face; he’s biting down on his bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth, his golden eyes half lidded and teary.

it’s almost filthy, the way bokuto rises off the bench, pushing you away from him before cupping the back of your head— he draws his hips back, leaving his tip in your mouth, then slams all the way inside.

tears spring to your eyes at the force, and you only move closer to him to allow him to use your mouth, or his ‘good luck charm’ before games.

“hahhh, that’s right, take it just like that,” bokuto grunts, “god, you’re gonna make me cum.”

heat rushes through your body and pools in your pelvis, wetting your panties at his words; his well muscled chest, gleaming with sweat, rises and falls rapidly as he pants. as his orgasm approaches, his thighs and abs tense as he buries himself deep in your throat, pulling you close to his pelvis.

his cock thickens on your tongue, throbbing as he finally fills up your throat with his cum; still sensitive, he whimpers as you swallow around him. slowly, bokuto pulls out of your mouth, his cock still hard.

he quickly pulls up his shorts, tugs you to your feet, and gives you a tight hug. “i’m gonna win today, and it’s all cause of you!” he mumbles excitedly into your neck.

“sounds good, kou,” you laugh, rubbing his back. “after the game, meet me back in the locker room, ‘kay?”

— IWAIZUMI HAJIME.

“mmmh, princess— loosen up a little for me, can barely move,” hajime hisses into your ear, spreading your thighs a little wider with his free hand. he curls his fingers inside you, prodding at your sweet spot and stretching out your tight pussy with their girth.

your nails press crescents into his strong shoulders through his shirt as you hold him for support in humping yourself onto his fingers. “t-thank you, haji, i needed this, ah!” your voice cracks when he starts to scissor his fingers in and out of you at an unforgiving pace.

“‘course, baby..” he leans in for a chaste kiss, his olive eyes closing as his lips touch yours.

despite being a hardass with his team, shouting and sometimes even swearing at them, hajime would always be gentle and loving with you all the time. often, you are his outlet when it comes to letting off steam — either through soft or rougher sex.

although he’s disciplined and strong willed, he always melts when you cling to him, eyes shining as you take his hand in yours, guiding him inside your shorts to feel your damp panties. “need you, haji,” was all you’d said earlier, and then he had you on his lap with his big fingers buried in your cunt, the two of you tucked away beneath the bleachers of the gym, right before practice starts. hajime always has time for you.

“o-oh, hajime!” you cry, pushing your face into his chest, feeling the muscle beneath his fitted shirt, “i’m c-cumming, ‘m—”

your hips jerk backwards, his fingers slipping out of you, and your face burns as you squirt all over his lap, his hands, and yourself. a sharp gasp leaves you when you realize you’ve soaked him and his clothes, right before practice.

“h-hajime, i’m so sorry, i—”

he cuts you off by grabbing your chin firmly, tugging you to look at him. “don’t be, babygirl,” he lets you go and slowly starts to slide you off his lap, gesturing for you to stand up.

“i just wanted to make you cum, it’s okay, i still have some time to change,” he murmurs, getting on his knees and wasting the changing time; his tongue slides over your wet inner thighs, and he starts to lick up your cum.

your hands tangle in his dark hair, and you pull him closer to your dripping pussy, eyes rolling back when he presses a wet kiss to your clit.

— KUROO TETSURŌ.

“wow, couldn’t even wait till my lunch break, huh? w-what—shit, so tight—a slut.”

kuroo’s words are shaky, grunted out from above you as he fucks you, bent over with your palms pressed against the window. the glass is smeared with the combination of perspiration and your scented lotion that makes him go insane, the one that has him grabbing you all over.

“harder, tetsu..” you whisper, toes curling in your socks; your short skirt is flipped up, panties wet and pulled to the side. he’s supposed to be leaving his office for a meeting in the next 5 minutes, but when you showed up all pretty and flashed him just a little, he couldn’t resist.

the door wasn’t even closed, and here he was pushing his cock inside you and sliding his large hands under your shirt to grab at your tits.

“you like me fuckin’ you with the door open, right in front of the window, hm? fucking you just like a whore, baby.”

your puffy cunt clenches hard around his cock, and your head falls forward with a needy mewl, drinking in the sight of kuroo’s balls smacking into your clit, his cock pounding in and out of you.

“oh?” he slaps your ass, drawing a whimper from your lips that has him gritting his teeth and tossing his head back, “you like being called a whore, don’t you? you like me using your—ughhh, fuck!—s-slutty pussy like this, yeah?”

“yes, tetsu, god yes,” you keen, hands sliding down the glass as your eyes roll back and your back arches for him, “don’t stop don’t stop, please—”

you hope kuroo will be able to cum before his assistant comes by to remind him of the meeting that’s only a few minutes away — you hear her pushing away from her desk to come to his office, and you can’t find it in yourself to care or be any quieter.

— aheago faces (hcs)

req : I’m a big fan, I was hoping you could do headcannons for Atsumu, Suna, and Oikawa reacting to their girl making aheago faces when they’re about to cum?! I don’t know if that’s too much but thank you - anon

jj’s notice : sexc idea thank u thank u <3

The vibrations of your moans shook your thighs in Atsumu’s hold, back arching beautifully off of his silk sheets as he leaned over you

“‘So pretty,” he murmured as he watched your tongue slip past your lips, hips slamming rough into your ass, it stung but that pain couldn’t compare to the heavy feeling in your stomach

Soon, you saw double of your bleach blonde boyfriend, eyes crossing as he rammed his cock into just the right spot

“Oh-” your nails raked down his forearms, legs going limp in his grasp, your pussy fluttering against his dick as you reached a euphoric high that none of your other boyfriends could even dream of giving you

“Mmm, you could be a model with that face baby,” he whispered in your ear, lapping at your earlobe gently and resisting the urge to chuckle at the harsh convulsions your body was letting out

The mirror placed in front of your bed was so close that your pants had made it a little foggy, lusty eyes never daring to leave Suna as he pounded your cunt from behind

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he placed a firm palm against your hips, keeping them steady and putting a halt to your desperate grinding

“Quit backing up onto me, I know how to fuck you properly,” he murmured, abs flexing ever so slightly under his tight compression shirt

Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, Suna’s gaze fixated on the way you were panting like a bitch in heat, but fuck you never looked better

“Look at that face,” he forced you up towards him by your hair, squeezing your hot cheeks with a hand. “You can only make that fucking face for me, got that? Hm? That’s only for me to see.”

It was nights like these where Oikawa knew he had been blessed with you, nights where you’d ride all the way up to the tip and slam back down with intentions of making your pretty little hole cum around him

“Hah,” he groaned out, throwing his head back as you tightened around him purposely. Originally, he was gonna slap a hand down on your ass for it, but instead he snaked a hand up the valley of your tits and rested his hand around your throat. “Shhh, open up for me baby.”

Tears of pleasure streamed past your cheeks, dripping down his wrist as you stuck your tongue out like a good girl. His thumb pressed gently against it, a pile of spit falling onto his thighs as you picked up your pace

“Fuck fuck fuck!” You screamed out, your entire body clenching as Tooru began thrusting up into you. At some point, you weren’t sure when, your eyes had remained crossed at the feeling of being stuffed full

You could tell that he was close, that was when he started rambling. “God, such a lewd face, you’re the prettiest little thing in the fucking world. That’s a promise. You know that? God, just like that, keep sticking that tongue out.”

❣︎𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐢❣︎

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daddy’s fingers | suna rintaro

pairing: suna rintaro x reader

warnings: 18+ smut, heavy ddlg, praise, degradation, fingering

wc: 662

a/n: can u tell i’m having a daddy kink phase again lmao

“Don’t you dare look away. I want to see every reaction painted on your pretty little face while I fuck you. Now what do we say to Daddy?”

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You like to call your boyfriend cute when you talk about him to your coworkers, saying things like: “He’s so cute, he cooks for me all the time!” or “My boyfriend just bought me this flower bouquet for our date! Isn’t he the cutest?” and it planted an image into your coworkers mind of your boyfriend being this soft looking guy. So they definitely didn’t expect a tall muscular guy with a face that literally embodies “if looks could kill” to walk into the building claiming to be your boyfriend and that you had asked him to pick you up. But it did help a little when you run into his arms telling how much you miss him and for a moment, they catch his hard face turned soft. Ok maybe he was a little cute.

-Sakusa, Ushijima, Kageyama, Iwaizumi, Tsukishima.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

needy! bokuto + but still very much dom! bokuto + bokuto uses your panties to get off + male masturbation + f! reader

he knows you’ll be back soon, knows that in a couple minutes you’ll walk through the door and he’ll be able to touch you, hold you while he takes you; wants to bury his cock inside the moment you’ve stepped through the door, not needing to prep you- wants to take you dry and watch your eyes roll to the back of your head, shaking and whimpering for him to slow down before slumping down in a nice and plaint-

fuck.

bokuto runs a hand through his hair, pushing the silver and darkened strands to settle off his face, sighing at the way he let his thoughts wander.

with a pitiful look he glances down, sees his cock strain against his sweats, tilting to the left, jumping with every thought of you flickering through his mind.

he knows you’ll be back soon... but he can’t wait.

with heavy steps, he pads into your shared room, heartbeat quickening when he sees your drawer- partially opened, letting him see the various colors in panties you like wearing.

he’s quick to single out the pair he knows will get him off the fastest...

they’re pink and frilly, laced and pretty.

bokuto holds them inside a clenched fist- turning around, sitting himself on the bed, heart pounding so hard he can see it in his vision as he looks down at the crumpled material.

it’s quick, the way he hooks his thumb under the wasiteband and brings his cock out- rigid in his movements; he hasn’t done this in so long, and why would he went he has you?

there’s a note of urgency because he knows you’ll be here soon anyways- maybe this was just an excuse to make a mess agasint the pretty lace he loves seeing you in, and as he pumps his cock in hard tugs- hissing at the roughness, it might be true.

bokuto whines, tilts his reddened face back- looking at the ceiling while the sound of his palm slapping heavily against his pelvis rings out loudly into the room, see’s stars and sees you. his imagination pulling scenes of shared moments like the weight of you above him while you ride him, dripping down his cock, or how you wheeze out his name, high and whiny when he folds your body down into a press-

“f-fuck! fuck!” koutarou exclaims, the memory has his dick throb, pulling his balls tight, pitching forward in order to stave off the orgasm. the hand still clutching your panties meets the hand furiously fucking himself, swiping the precum dribbling down with the pink. he watches with wide eyes at how nice the color looks darkening at the translucent pre.

its natural, the order in which it all plays out, not thinking as he wraps your panties around his thick cock, red, angry head peaking at the top and another whine leaves him between the lips caught in between his teeth.

there’s something he really likes about how the thin piece looks stretched around and around him- he didnt even know what was transpiring inside his mind while he gave the first tentative drag, lips popping open in a whimper.

he wants you so badly, tummy swirling at the pain- but this will do, this will surely do.

the pretty fabric now snuggly between his hand and dick helps him speed up, imagining hes simply pulled them to the side- sliding in and out of your swollen and oh so prettty cunt. he can almost hear the familiar sound of squelching and your smell, so good when aroused and cuming around him.

he cant seem to tether down one single scenario, but ultimately the memory of him trapping you under him, arms wrapped ‘round your body as he furiously jackhammers his hips up into your jolting body, held straight by only him is what does bokuto in. the dependency and trust you give him makes the big man nearly cry- cry like you do when he splits your pussy open.

hes too excited and high strung, big broad shoulders tipping forward, curling in on himself as he sees his muscled thighs jump. theres harsh swelling before he cums, hastily bringing your panties up and over the crown of his cock, covering his spurting slit. koutarou traps all the cum, sweating as even then its too much and begins seeping from the fabric and his fingers.

“g-god! shit- y/n!”

lust addled brain only knows you, only craves you while he keenly calls out. sucking in a breath while he releases his cock, letting it fall raw and used, slung against his thigh.

bokuto watches while he slowly opens his hand, the image of the pink panties covered in thick, white globs of his semen is one he will commit to memory.

but, there’s not enough time for koutarou to revel in the sight- ears perk up as the front door opens.

once again, with quick movements he makes his way to you, smiling at the wide eyed look you give him, taking in the red and clearly used cock hanging between his thick thighs.

“fuck- youre here... couldn’t wait... and now i need you.” is all bokuto says, wrapping strong arms around you- dumb rough and big fingers quickly stuffing your own soiled panties (still hot and sticky and wet) inside your mouth to silence any questions, letting you know like you couldn’t taste his cum slowly dribbling down onto your tongue- turning you around and tugging your bottoms down.

the memory of you and how you look right now, shaking in attempt to place your cute hands against the door- lips smeared in the mess of cum from your panties, sucking in a breath from your nose as he slides his soft cock inside- would and could never compare.

he wants to recreate the image that brought him to the end, the end which was slowly dribbling down your mouth because there was just that much, and with those strong brutish arms of his, he curls them around your body, furiously humping from behind- forcing his cock to harden inside your cunt, so warm and steadily creating that slick he loves so much.

“‘m sorry- came all over your panties-“ he moves an arm to tap a finger agaisnt your stuffed mout, touching the pink hanging out before returning his arm, “cause i wanted you... you want me too, right?” bokuto questions, knowing the answer as you push back, eagerly wanting more.

“but now i have you, nd i’m gunna stuff you like you deserve.”

Point of No Return Part 2

Togame x F!Reader Smut

Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI! Noncon, stalking if you squint, threats, mention of violence, mention of blood, manhandling, obsessive behavior, fear, smut, rough sex, creampie

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Satoru Nii

Word count: 2.9k

LINK TO PART 1

After Togame had his way with you, he added your contact into his phone and released you, informing with a cold smile that he’ll be in touch. Apparently he took a liking to you and wants to see you again— which even as a mere thought terrified you. 

Naturally you wanted to take all possible precautions, but there wasn’t much you could do. One was to ignore his calls. A dangerous game, but one you have to play to keep yourself from out of his reach. No one else is gonna protect you as Furin is still blissfully unaware of your encounter with him and you intended to keep it that way. 

Another one was to avoid going outside, which was difficult since you have a lot of friends whom you hang out with. Like tonight, you agreed to meet Nirei and Anzai in the city, but only because the way there isn’t long. 

However, fearing you’ll run into Togame, your imagination runs wild when shuffling down the empty, misty alleyway, where the tile walls seem narrower and the street endless. Paranoia shades your mind, like a looming shadow that follows you, but every time you whip your head around it disappears. 

Suddenly the sound of a small rock rolling on the pavement echoes— like someone unintentionally kicked it. Certain that it can’t be a trick of your mind, you turn around and glance into the alleyway that fades into the mist. 

“Hello? Is someone there?” You ask, but the only response is your own voice resounding hauntingly. 

You sigh, mildly relieved of the silence. As you turn around to continue your way, you suddenly bump into something— Shaking your head from the confusion, you lift your gaze up only to have horror spread on your face as none other than Togame stands in front of you. With that same hollow smile, he looks at you through tinted sunglasses as if having found something long lost. Something that belongs to him.

“Hey there, sweetheart,“ he greets with a voice one could mistake as friendly.

“T-Togame..“ you whisper, unable to mask the horrified tone.  

“Nice to run into you like this,” he says, but something inside you tells that the sudden encounter is not a coincidence. But be that as it may, you snap out of your speechlessness, understanding that you need to adopt a very cautious demeanor with him. 

“Mhmm..“ You nod.

“So how have you been?“

“Fine.. Thank you,“ you answer unnecessarily politely, knowing he’s bound to ask the question in which you struggle to find a valid answer to.

“You haven’t returned my calls.“

A cold shiver runs down your spine as you swallow, “Y-yeah.. I’m so sorry, I— I’ve been.. busy,” you respond.

Togame refrains from any comments. It seems that he, as well as you, came to a conclusion that such a lie was so useless it would’ve been better left unsaid. Finding his emerald stare tormenting, you grip your upper arm in discomfort and avert your gaze.

Despite how obvious it is that you’ve been avoiding him, his lips turn into what seems like a genuine smile— as genuine as someone like him can show though. 

“Anyway, It’s nice to see you again,” he says, closing the gap between you and pulling you against himself.

Knowing your poor position, you stay compliant to whatever he wants to do with you. As he leans in to press his lips on yours, you put your trembling hands against his chest, responding to his affection timidly. He backs you against the wall and deepens the kiss, forcing his tongue in your mouth. You can’t help but clutch his shirt, fearing that he’ll force himself on you there, when suddenly luck turns on your side as your phone rings. 

“Mmh.. S-sorry.. I have to take this,” you mumble between kisses. Togame pulls away and looks at you unimpressed. 

“Aren’t you busy?”

You swallow, panicking to come up with a good reason to respond, “I-it’s— It’s F-Furin..” 

As Togame hears the name of the rival gang he becomes visibly interested, “Really?” He asks. 

“I-I was supposed to meet with a couple of my f-friends..” You stutter, worried, “They could come look for me..”

“You don’t say,” he says as if thinking out loud, “That could be fun.”

“W-what do you mean?”

He smiles crookedly and grasps your chin between his index finger and thumb, “It’d be kinda hot to get to fight over you.”

Your eyes widen, heart pounding as you comprehend the danger your friends are about to end up in. The result would definitely be bloody because neither of them could ever match against Shishitoren’s second in command.

Togame tilts his head a little, green eyes vivid with excitement, “Pummel your friends to near death and then take what’s theirs— sounds absolutely thrilling,” he adds. 

You look up at him with pleading eyes, hands brushing his upper arms powerlessly as you know you need to convince him not to go through with his threat, “P-please.. They have nothing to do with this,” you sob, but your distress does nothing to his malice. 

Tears form in your eyes as you realize what could appease his thirst for violence as well as soften the consequences of ignoring his calls. It’d be the end of life as you know it, but an unprovoked fight could start a chain of events resulting in gang war, which is the least you want. 

“Please, Togame.. I’ll— I’ll tell them I’m not feeling well and then— W-we can go to my place..”

Togame lifts his chin, gaze locked on you as your generous offer catches his intrigue. Needless to say he would benefit greatly from knowing where you live. The mere idea of being able to get some pussy whenever he wanted was arousing enough, but he keeps his expression indifferent as your sad, beautiful eyes look up at him so very pleadingly. 

“Please..” You whisper.

“Fine,” he agrees and you finally get permission to answer Nirei’s call. 

“Hello?“ 

“Hi! Where are you? We’ve been waiting here for a while,“ Nirei says with a worried tone.  

“A-actually, I’m not feeling well—“ You stutter when Togame starts planting open-mouthed kisses down your neck while his hands wander on your body. 

“I-I’m heading back home,“ you add hastily. 

“You sound a little out of breath. Are you okay? Want us to escort you home?” 

“Oh, no need to. I’ll be fine—” you shut your eyes as you feel a hand sneaking underneath your shirt. 

“Oh, okay. Just give me a call if you need something!“ 

“S-sure, thanks,“ You hang up and sigh shakily, relieved to have possibly prevented a very bloody and violent altercation. 

“That went well,” he murmurs against your skin. 

“Y-yeah.”

“Well then,” he pulls away from your neck and focuses his hungry look down at you, ”Shall we go to your place now?“

You swallow, desperately wishing you’d be able to refuse. But having traded the safety and comfort of your home to keep your friends away from danger, you slowly nod, keeping your part of the deal. Togame only smiles widely and grabs your hand as if you were his property. 

Eternity seems to pass before you reach your homestreet, which is in a quite decent neighborhood, at least considering the areas around. All the street lamps— the ones that are still intact, are lit and because it’s the weekend, people have gone out to bars and restaurants. 

You stop in front of the certain apartment building, “This is it,” you say with barely audible voice. 

Togame glances at the building without any impression, then turns his emerald gaze at you, “It’s nice,” he comments, his intense look urging you to stop prolonging the inevitable. 

Sensing the atmosphere, you head towards the entrance while searching for the keys from your bag. Hands trembling, you have trouble fitting the key, but then Togame’s bigger hand grasps yours and helps you guide it into the lock. As you manage to open the door, you feel his body pressing your back like a wordless command to enter. 

Walking up the stairs and arriving at your apartment, you unlock the door and enter, unable to calm the pounding of your heart. 

“We’re here..“ you say quietly and turn to look up at the danger you just brought into your home, the place that used to be a refuge from people like him.

He takes off his sunglasses and places them on top of a dresser, “And your bed?“ He asks.

You swallow, “...H-here.”

Leading him through your small, humble studio apartment, you stop before the unmade bed. Feeling the warmth of his body behind you, you wrap your arms around yourself in fear and discomfort. Togame notes the gesture and grabs your wrists, making you close your eyes momentarily as he forces your arms on your sides. 

Suddenly he drapes his arm around you, caging you against himself while bringing his other hand on your throat. He doesn’t squeeze, but no doubt the act is meant as a threat. Consumed by fear, you hold still while his thumb brushes the side of your neck. His hot breath fans against your ear and you feel dissatisfaction radiating from him. It makes you fear that your earlier lie— the one you believed to be forgiven with the invitation to your home— would be the cause of his irritation. 

Unfortunately you’re correct. There’s many things Togame doesn’t tolerate and disobedience is one of them. As he keeps you in a strong grip, you don’t budge in hope that it’d satisfy him enough to let you go. 

“Good girl,“ he suddenly says with a low voice. 

You close your eyes, a tear rolling down your cheek as your body trembles at the ominous tone of his words, which did imply that you barely managed to diminish his hunger to punish you. He then removes his hand from your throat and starts to unzip your hoodie. You whimper, but make no resistance. 

Garment after another, he tosses them carelessly on the floor and when you’re left in your lingerie, he doesn’t have enough patience to unhook your bra. Instead he simply tears them from the middle and the straps slide down your shoulders, on the floor. Your whimper turns into a suppressed sob to which he’s indifferent to while pulling down your panties, slowly until they drop to your ankles. 

Pleased for having you naked in front of him, he begins to undress himself while you wrap your arms around yourself, swallowing tears when a moment later you feel his bare skin against yours. Wasting no time, he pushes you on you belly on the bed, underneath him. His impatience is obvious as he’s already about to set you in the position, but suddenly you turn on your side and look up at him with pleading eyes. 

“Please.. C-could we slow down a little bit..? I’m scared..” You whisper, but Togame seems unaffected by your fear. 

“You’ve made me wait quite long already,” he points out simply. 

“I-I’m so sorry.. I’ll be good from now on..”

Togame smiles at your sincerity, but then manhandles you on your back nevertheless. He positions himself on top of you and cradles you in his arms, affectionate green eyes looking down at you.

“If I wanna get a hold of you, you’ll answer your phone, no matter what you’re doing and who you’re with,” he says calmly, but you know it’s a serious command.

“Understood?” He asks.

You nod hastily and put your hands on the sides of his neck, “Mmh, okay.”

He smiles contentedly and kisses you gently, almost considerate. But having been waiting to get his hands on you, it turns feverish quite quickly. He forces his tongue in your mouth and starts to grope your breasts, his thumb brushing your peaked nipples while devouring your cute little whines. Shivers run across your body as he then starts to plant open-mouthed kisses on your neck and down to your collarbone while his hands wander on your waist in an admiring way. 

You shut your eyes and suppress a whine as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, tongue sweeping around the sensitive bud. You squirm a little, but not enough for him to deem it as an act of rebellion. If anything, he finds it cute as your smaller body feels good against his stronger form.

He continues to kiss down your body and when he reaches your mound, you gasp nervously, fighting the need to close your legs. Almost as if being aware of your thoughts, Togame grasps your thighs before planting the softest kiss on your mound. Another, softer gasp passes your lips when he drags his tongue between your folds. It brushes against your clit, causing a pleasurable tremble surge through your body.

“Fuck, I missed this pussy,” he groans and begins to flick his tongue against your clit. 

Your body twists in unwanted pleasure as he takes a moment to prepare you for himself. Your moans, tormented and sweet, each sends a rush of blood down to his nether region, making his cock ache in need for some sweet friction.

When Togame decides you’re ready for him, he stops and positions himself on top of you, making you open your eyes as his dark shadow covers you. Seeing the depraved smile on his face, you swallow and brace yourself, placing your hands on his forearms insecurely. He then wraps a hand around his aching cock and presses the head against your fluttering little hole. As he starts to push past your walls, you throw your head back and shut your eyes. Nails digging into his skin, you whine as he enters deeper, stretching your unwilling walls into his shape. 

“Nngh.. Just as tight as I remembered,” he grunts in pleasure.

You sob silently, your body trembling at the intrusion as it’s beyond difficult to allow him inside. Togame—fully aware of this, places his hand on your cheek, making you open your teary eyes and see a rather soft look on his face. 

“Don’t fight me,” he says with an almost caring tone. 

“..S-sorry..”

When he feels your walls adjusting to him, he starts slowly rolling his hips against yours. His eyes flutter shut as the pleasure absolutely drunkens him, driving him into a more steadier pace, each thrust forcing a little whimper out of you. 

“Ahh, fuck—” He groans, picking up the pace as he’s unable to resist the tightness of your pussy. Skin slamming against yours, it causes a dirty slapping noise that echoes on the walls of your apartment. Your breasts bounce in sync with his thrusts and as his pace increases, the headboard of the bed rattles against the wall. 

He is more rough with you than the first time. Hot breath fanning against your ear as he huffs in pleasure, clearly drunk on your warm, wet pussy. You spread your legs wider and cling onto him in a desperate attempt to endure him. 

Suddenly Togame stops and pulls out of you, “On your hands and knees,” he commands and you don’t hesitate to obey. 

He grasps your hips on a bruising grip, pulling you closer to himself, his other hand pushing your neck down on the mattress. Your hands clutch the bed sheets as he penetrates you again, this time without any mercy as he begins to pound into you faster. He closes his eyes and leans his head back in pleasure, a debauched smile spreading on his features as your walls clench so deliciously around him.

“Nnh.. Your cunt is so fucking perfect.”

You whimper in response, his condescending words not only disheartening, but also reminding you that from now on, you’re gonna be hearing them a lot.

He then leans himself over you, “Ahh.. Fuck, I’m gonna cum inside this little pussy of yours,” gripping your neck, he presses your head ruthlessly on the mattress so that your cheek squishes against it. Fucking you with more fervor, your whines turn into choked cries as tears keep escaping from your eyes that are still shut.

He keeps pounding into you, thrusts turning erratic and hard, “Nngh.. I’m gonna cum..!” He pants into your ear. Then suddenly you feel him sink his teeth in your shoulder as he slams inside you, releasing his seeds in the depths of your pussy. 

Panting quietly, you don’t dare to move, instead you wait for him to fill you up. Your eyes are hooded, sweat glimmering on your skin and your legs tremble as they’re about to cave. When you feel him letting go of you and pulling out, you collapse on the bed, exhausted and with bruises on your body and teeth marks on your shoulders.  

Togame sighs and lays down next to you, not only satisfied from getting his needs sated, but also because you obeyed quite nicely. Glancing at your weary form, he knows you need a moment to recover from his rough treatment, yet pulls you into his arms nevertheless. 

“Get some sleep now. We’ll continue in the morning,” he says with a gentle kiss on your forehead.