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A Taste For You | Sugar Daddy!Kazutora

Kazutora Hanemiya was just out of prison when Shuji Hanma greeted him at the gate to offer him a... Business opportunity. Now, they're making money hand over bloody fist, and Kazutora wants only to give it to you and keep you safe. From everyone besides himself, that is.

a/n: My part of the @sleepysnk Sugar Daddy Collab! An excuse to write an AU with a mature, rich boy Kazutora? Yes please. 😏 This is probably atrociously self indulgent but IT'S AN AU OKAY? Also, not proofread. If google docs didn't catch it, how could I 😔

Word Count: 9.8K (i'm very normal about him)

CW: AFAB fem described reader, implied age gap (reader is early 20s, Kazutora is late 20s), mentions of abuse, violence (not toward reader), choking, biting, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (Kitten/sweetheart)

Do you wanna see how far it goes? Do you wanna test me now, my love? You must be crazy if you think that I will give in so easily Things we buried low Coming to the surface now, my love You must be crazy if you think that I will give up the game

divider by @benkeibear!

Your ex had always been a jerk, but one night six months ago, he finally took it too far. You had gone out with him and his friends to a nice club that you’d never been to, your ex only agreeing to go somewhere so pricey because his friends insisted. He’d made a pretty big deal before you left the house about the fact you’d be paying for your own drinks. You put on a nice dress, to ensure you looked the part to be in a club in that part of town. You’d spent extra time doing your hair and makeup, all while your ex berated you because you were going to cause him to be late, even though you were ready well before you had to leave. “That dress is pretty short..” Your ex said with a tone you were all too familiar with as he eyed you by the door while you checked your bag to make sure you had everything you needed. It was a tone of disapproval. “You said that about every single dress I tried on.” You sighed as you grabbed your coat. You knew this was a bad sign, if he was already being like this, it would get worse around his friends and after he’d had a few drinks.

The club was busy, and the music was loud. You stood near a table with your then-boyfriend and his friends, bored out of your mind as he treated you like you weren’t even there while he and his buddies got sloppy drunk. Why had he even brought you? He didn’t want to dance, and you weren’t allowed to go dance without him. “Not when you’re dressed like a whore” as he’d so kindly put it, elbowing one of his friends and laughing as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Now, you leaned with one of your elbows resting on the table, swirling your drink in your hand, staring into the glass as the ice shifted around with a sigh. It was then things took a crazy turn. A passing stranger accidentally bumped your hip where you were slightly hunched over as he tried to get by. “Shit, my bad.” The man said, placing a hand on your shoulder to steady you. “Oh, it’s cool, I was totally spaced out anyway.” You turned slightly and offered him a smile as made his way back into the thrum of people as he finally passed.

That was it, a small interaction with someone you barely even registered in your brain, but when you turned your attention back to your boyfriend, you could tell he was seeing red. “Seriously?” He slurred slightly, a scowl on his face. You clambered over the last interaction in your head. You hadn’t done a thing, but you could feel the panic rise in your chest as you knew you were about to get chewed out, definitely loudly, in a crowd of people. That’s what you thought, at least. “I’m sor-” You couldn’t even finish the word before your ex tossed his drink over you, the smell of vodka hitting your nose as the liquid crashed against your chest, neck and the lower part of your face. You just about heard your ex and his friends burst out laughing before the ringing in your ears started, mortified as people around you turned to see what had happened.

The shame had just started to cause the threat of tears to sting your eyes before your ex was caught by the back of his shirt, a flurry of black and gold all you could catch as he was dragged through the crowd towards the exit. Around the same time, a bouncer had grabbed your shoulder gently and was ushering you away from your ex’s friends, who were looking after you like this was all your fault. He led you through the crowd, head’s turning to watch you being escorted away to what appeared to be an office, though it was a lot larger than any office you’d ever seen. It had the standard office items, a computer, a desk, filing cabinets. But there was a small, private bar, some plush black couches, and some impressive art on the walls. “Here.” The bouncer’s voice was gruff as he held you out a towel, which you took gratefully, mopping at your chest. “Our boss wants to talk to you, but you’ll need to just wait a few minutes, he’s just… taking care of some business.” Oh my god. You wanted the ground to swallow you up right then and there. The owner of the club wanted to talk to you? You spent your time waiting rehearsing your apology, trying your best to clean yourself up, dabbing lightly at your face. You’d never been more glad your boyfriend drank vodka on the rocks. He only drank it to seem cool to his friends, it was pretty obvious he clearly couldn’t hold his liquor. So now you stank of spirits, but at least you weren’t sticky. You fished in your bag for a hair tie, using a small mirror on the wall to tie your hair up in a way that looked somewhat presentable.

“You spend a lot of time dating absolute scumbags, or…?” The voice from behind you was pretty soft, though you could hear the smirk before you even saw his face. You couldn’t help but jump a little at his sudden appearance, spinning on your heels. He was younger than you expected, though definitely older than you, you would have guessed late twenties. His mostly dark hair was pulled back into a casual ponytail, a smattering of blond strands joining them, a few more falling into his face. He looked at you with striking eyes, a pale brown that almost seemed golden, unlike anything you’d seen before. His gaze was intense at first, it almost felt like his eyes were going to bore a hole right through you. When your eyes actually met, however, they quickly softened and warmed as he took a step towards you from the doorway. Something clicked in your head as he sauntered confidently towards you. He wore a silky black and gold shirt, it looked expensive, Versace if you had to guess. You remembered the blur of what must have been this shirt over your exes shoulder.

“I’m so sorry” You blurted out, your planned apology falling from your head the closer this man got to you. This caused him to pause, eyebrows knitting together in confusion as he tilted his head. As he did, you heard a little jingle, from what appeared to be a bell shaped drop earring, hanging from his right ear. “Why are you of all people apologising?” His voice was sincere, cocking an eyebrow as he gazed down at you, that intense quality returning to his eyes, it sent a slight shiver down your spine. You couldn’t help but realise you were alone in a room with an older man you didn’t know. Albeit an incredibly handsome older man, you noted, now that he was closer. His silky shirt was unbuttoned just to below his chest, and you could now clearly see what was a beautiful, ornate black tiger tattoo on the side of his throat, that seemed to disappear onto his shoulder under the shirt. He was gorgeous, no doubt about it. Stupidly, you thought, you could get over the stranger danger when the stranger looked like this.

“Kazutora. Hanemiya Kazutora,” His voice was confident, that strange intensity in his eyes that made you feel like a deer caught in headlights dissipating one again, softening as he offered you a hand. “Though, anyone who gets a drink thrown in their pretty face in my club can call me Tora.” You felt your cheeks burn at the driveby compliment, and you were almost certain you heard him exhale quietly from his nose in amusement. “I’m y/n, I really am so sorry for the trouble, Tora.” You said, quickly taking his hand in yours. His palms had a rough quality to them, his large hands easily encasing yours. You noticed his knuckles were grazed and slightly swollen, a few traces of what was obviously dried blood between his fingers. You’d come to find out later that the blood had been from your ex, who Kazutora had “taught a little lesson in respect” to in the alley behind the club. The sight at the time unnerved you slightly, though you knew better than to question it. He caught your lingering gaze and released your hand, placing his hands into the pockets of his perfectly tailored slacks. “Didn’t I just say you had nothing to apologise for, sweetheart?” He shook his head, one hand leaving his pocket with a dismissive wave of his hand, the kind smile still on his lips. “I’ll forgive you if you promise to dump that jackass.”

You were about to respond, telling him you were more than ready to do that anyhow, before another voice sounded out over Kazutora’s shoulder from the doorway. “Kazutora.” You didn’t even need to look around the man in front of you’s frame to see the tall figure who lingered in the entrance to the room. He sported two toned black and blond hair as well, though his was cut short at the sides, with longer tresses falling to the sides of his face, over circular rimmed glasses, an impossible to read expression on his face, a stoic mask. Bored. You could see Kazutora lick over his top teeth, eyes rolling just ever so slightly. “I’ll be right there, Shuji.” There was a hint of irritation in his voice as he gave a tired sigh, shoulders dropping slightly. “No rest for the wicked. Listen,” As he spoke, the hand in his pocket fished out a white business card, the back of which was embossed with the same black tiger that adorned his neck. “Give me a call, and I’ll make sure to set you and your friends up with a VIP spot next time, don’t want your only memory of this place to be a bad one. One of my guys will drive you home, for the inconvenience.” His eyes lingered on you intently as you took the card from between his ringed fingers, turning it over to look at his number. He gave you one final cheery smile, accompanied by a tilt of his head, and turned on the heels of dress shoes, and left the room with the other male, uttering something inaudible to him, but you could hear his bemusement. You were left standing there, dumbstruck at the interaction with this charismatic stranger. You were sure you would have forgotten completely about your ex if the smell of vodka hadn’t lingered so heavily on your skin.

One of his men had driven you home as Kazutora had promised, and you were almost embarrassed as you were dropped off outside your crummy apartment in such a fancy car. You were surprised, but relieved to see you had no texts or missed calls from your ex once you had showered and changed. Feeling somewhat emboldened, you sent a text of your own as you settled into your bed.

“We’re done, I’ll put your shit in boxes outside in the hall. Don’t knock, don’t call. Put the key under the mat.”

You were pretty proud of yourself as you lay your head down on your pillow. You had expected to be sadder, but letting him go had never felt easier. You fell asleep quicker than you had in a long time, out almost as soon as your head hit your pillow. That night, your dreams were awash with black and gold, and the tinkling of a bell.

The next day, you set to packing your ex’s things up immediately after your breakfast. It wasn’t much, all of it fitting into a single box, and for the first time, the sadness hit you. Not because the relationship was over, but because a year of your life was lost to someone like him. A year together, and you had a small box of possessions mostly left here by mistake, a testament to how little a place you held in his life. You wouldn’t miss him, not really. You were disappointed in yourself more than anything, having put up with his shit for so long. All that was left was the key to his place, something you’d had to fight him to get, while he had demanded a key to yours. You grabbed your bag from where you’d dumped it on the floor last night, reaching in to grab your keychain. As you did, your fingers brushed against card. In one hand, you held your keys, in the other, the little square business card with the black tiger. You chewed on your lip as you thought about it. Were you really going to call him? It almost felt silly, you were sure it was just business, saving face for the sake of reputation. Still, you couldn’t get him out of your head. Those eyes. That ardent, golden brown gaze. You glanced over at your clock. 1pm. That felt like a reasonable time? You grabbed your phone and typed in the number on the card and hit ‘call’ before you could talk yourself out of it.

The ringing felt like an eternity, and you thought about hanging up. He probably won’t even answer, you told yourself as you fiddled with your keychain, working your ex’s key off the ring. “Hello?” A voice sounded from the other end of the line. His tone was a lot more formal now, but it was definitely him. You hesitated momentarily, suppressing a nervous squeak from escaping your throat at the sound of his voice. “Hi, Kazutora? It’s y/n, from last night? You may remember me from getting a drink thrown in my face.” You gave an awkward laugh at your little joke, embarrassed by the way your voice shook slightly and betrayed your nerves. Silence, for a moment at least, until you heard a chuckle through the speaker. “I thought I told you to call me Tora.” He said, that relaxed tone from last night seeping into his voice. You couldn’t help but smile as you tossed your ex’s key into the box.

You’d visited Kazutora’s club again a few nights later after you called with your friends, and he was true to his word. He put you all up in a VIP booth, and left you all stunned when he said he’d foot your bill, your friends nudging you with their elbows and giggling when he left your table. “Ooooh, he must like you!” They teased as you hissed at them to shush, insisting he was just being polite. But something about the way he’d stopped by throughout the night, placing a warm hand on your shoulder as he checked in to make sure you were all enjoying yourselves, the way his eyes would linger on you after you’d assure him that you were, left you hoping that they were right. You visited a couple more times with your friends, Kazutora always adamant that he would cover your costs. The hand placed gently on your shoulder eventually turned into a squeeze, then to two hands lingering on the curves of either side of your neck, a ringed thumb barely stroking over your spine in a way that sent delicious jolts of electricity down your spine. You’d keep in contact between visits, calls and texts, telling him things about your life when he asked, happy to let you vent about your job, or listen to you talk about hobbies and interests.

Still, you were left reeling the first time Kazutora invited you to come alone, approaching his personal booth with your heart beating so fast you felt like it might burst out of your chest. When you finally laid your eyes on him, you were surprised to see he was already looking at you, his eyes fixed on yours as you approached. He got to his feet as you neared, sauntering over to you in his relaxed manner. “Hi K-.. Tora.” His lips tugged up into a smirk, clearly pleased at you remembering all on your own for once. Usually, he’d have to correct you once, at the very least. “Good job, sweetheart. Thank you for coming.” His voice was low, there was no way you would have heard it over the buzz of the people around you if he wasn’t standing so close. His head tilted in a way you had grown accustomed to as he looked over your face, taking you in, the bell that hung from his ear chiming slightly. He reached up and tucked some of your hair behind your ear before taking your hand and leading you into his booth. As he took his seat, he pulled you down beside him, tucking you into his side before his arm came around the back of the booth behind your neck, fingertips dancing over the exposed skin of your shoulder. His boldness enraptured you, the warmth that radiated from him seemed to seep into your very soul, and you actually felt yourself relax into his side.

A few other unfamiliar men sat around the booth, some also had girls with them, at their sides, some in their laps. Kazutora didn’t introduce you to them, not that you cared. Clearly, these were business associates from what you could gather from the occasional context clues. You essentially were arm candy right now, but you certainly didn’t mind, flattered that Kazutora wanted you in his presence at all. The only familiar face that you did recognise, was that of Shuji Hanma, who you’d learned was in some way Kazutora’s business partner. He regarded you briefly when you first sat down with a small nod of his head, offering you the shortest of gazes with his signature unimpressed look, before quickly returning his attention to the conversation the men were having. Your own attention returned to Kazutora, who was having a particularly animated discussion with the man seated across from him, the details of which were lost on you however, as you quickly found yourself swept up in his features, the way his jaw flexed as he listened before his brow would furrow in frustration as he barked something back. His hair, pulled back into the usual relaxed messy, loose bun, the free few stray hairs that framed his face. And as always, his damn eyes. Even now, despite the fact they were fixed ahead you still felt like he was watching you in his peripheries. Though you could sense his irritation with this person, his touch on your shoulder remained constant and soft, tender even. At some point, Tora had slipped a drink into your hand, a smooth motion that you hadn’t even noticed, he must have done it without taking pause from his heated discussion. You took a sip from the glass, flattered that he’d remembered your choice in beverage, humming slightly as it slid down your throat. Kazutora’s hand moved from your shoulder to the curve of your neck in response, rolling his eyes at whatever discussion it was you had tuned out. You couldn’t help but bite the inside of your lip, giddy that despite being busy, you still had a decent bit of his attention.

Faces came and went throughout the night, no one really standing out or memorable, but you were rarely alone with Tora in the booth. Though that didn’t stop him from firing off a couple of flirtatious remarks or jokes in a whisper, the way his breath tickled your earlobe and the purr of his voice so close to your ear causing you to press your thighs together. The more buzzed you both got, the bolder he’d get, his lips would brush off your ear, and his hand, which had moved from your shoulder, now rested on your thigh, and slid higher and higher, until it was now grazing the hem of your dress, fingertips pressing into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. This caused an almost uncomfortable heat in your core, and you tried your hardest not to squirm under his hands. You were so caught up in staying still, in not making your want obvious, that you didn’t notice it was just you and Kazutora in the booth until he hauled you into his lap, your thighs either side of his legs. You grabbed the hem of your dress,tugging it down a little, desperate to preserve some modesty, preventing it from riding too high up. “Finally,” Kazutora sighed. “I’ve been waiting to do this all night.” Your heart fluttered in your chest, which was flush to his. The fact that he wanted you sat pretty in his lap like this was almost too much to bear, and you felt dizzy with delight. “Oh really?~” You slipped your hands around his neck, surprised at your own boldness, but his hands on the outside of your thighs, slipping under the hem of your dress eased any anxiety you had about appearing too eager. Kazutora hummed in response, watching you with those deep eyes. His gaze always felt so.. Intense. Like there was something behind his eyes, and it made you equal parts curious, and nervous.

“So,” As he spoke, his fingers rubbed small circles into your skin. “Has he returned your key?” Kazutora raised a brow, head tilting slightly as he watched you, as if he was reading you like a book, making sure you were telling the truth. A soft chime ringing from his earring with the movement from his head. You fidgeted in his lap, your fingers fiddling with a strand of his hair you had wound around your finger tip, and you could tell he already knew your answer when you saw a twitch of anger in his eye. “No… I’ll probably have to change the locks. He’s still making my life difficult in his own special way.” You gave a defeated sigh, knowing you’d have to budget for this. Your ex had collected his things without incident, but hadn’t left your key. You’d sent him another text, reminding him, but he hadn’t responded. Your mistake had been letting slip to Kazutora that through word of mouth from mutual friends, you had heard there had been some threats of violence from your ex. While you were certain it was all talk, you had admitted to Kazutora you were feeling less safe in your apartment. Kazutora didn’t tell you, but he felt guilty, knowing he probably hadn’t helped the situation when he dragged your ex behind the club and broke his nose for treating you the way he had in his club. He couldn’t stand men like that. They reminded him of his own dad. He didn’t think it through at the time, didn’t consider the fallout that could come your way, he’d just seen red and acted. He’d watched his dad humiliate his mother so many times, and he’d sworn to himself he’d never just stand by and watch abusive shit like that happen to anyone ever again. He knew your ex was a coward when after one punch, he was begging Kazutora to back off. Big man, can’t pick fights with someone his own size. Typical, Kazutora had thought to himself as he rained punch after punch down onto your ex's face.

“Is changing your locks enough?” His voice was soft, his thumb dragging over the top of your thigh. Something in Kazutora’s voice seemed.. Off as he spoke. Like he was already leading somewhere, but you didn’t know where. “Well, it’s going to have to be, I can’t afford to move right now. Changing the locks on top of rent this month..” You trailed off, the topic killing your buzz a little, even if Kazutora’s concern had warmed your heart. Silence hung between you momentarily, Kazutora’s eyes seeming unresponsive as he appeared to be thinking about something. You were just about to call out to him, change the subject when his eyes seemed to refocus on you as he spoke up, “Let me set you up with a new place.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his words, shaking your head. “Okay, paying for my drinks is one thing, but getting me an apartment, that’s some crazy sugar daddy shit.” You were still laughing when your eyes met his again, but he wasn’t laughing. He was wearing that deadpan expression he often wore, waiting for you to put the pieces together yourself. As you did, your own laughter tapering out. “Wait, you’re serious?”

Oh, he was serious. You were really unsure at first. A sugar daddy? It seemed crazy, something that only happened in movies, but if there was one thing you learned about Kazutora, it's that he was relentless. If he’d set his mind on it, come hell or high water, he was following through, getting his way. Within a few days, he’d had you convinced, and not long after that, he had you moving into a new apartment, spacious and modern, on a high floor in a building near his club, saying he liked having you close by. This was a little over 4 months ago now. You’d since settled into your apartment, and your new life. You and Kazutora weren’t dating. He’d made that clear to you. Not for his sake, but yours. He said you were free to go on dates, hook up with people, whatever you wanted. All he wanted was for you to stay in his life, to protect you. And, evidently, spoil you a little on the side. You wanted for nothing, if you desired it, Kazutora provided it. When friends asked about the relationship you two had, you were transparent about your arrangement. It grew to feel less and less alien to you. You were Kazutora’s confidante, something more intimate than a friend, but not in a relationship. Occasionally, he’d let intimate details of his past slip. That he’d… killed people, and gone to prison for it. That Shuji, who Tora had been in a gang with in his youth, was the one to pick him up when he got released. It didn’t take you very long to realise the club was just a front, and that Shuji and Tora were still very much gangsters, just in a much more sophisticated and organised way. Tora was pretty careful to keep you away from that as best he could, ensuring you it was nothing you had to worry about. Still, he said, if you were worried, he could take the spare key to the apartment. For peace of mind, of course. That’s around the time things had truly changed.

It started off innocent enough. He’d drop by occasionally after the club closed, or evenings he wasn’t there himself. You’d both talk about your day, spend time just in each other's company and enjoying that. Maybe you’d sit in his lap, play with his hair at most. Eventually, this had moved onto a lot more… touching, Tora’s hands roaming your body as you talked, finding yourself distracted by the warmth. Tora had sworn to himself once he’d started bankrolling basically your entire life, he’d behave himself, not wanting you to feel pressured into anything. But the way you’d react to his touches, your body melting against his under just the touch of his palms, was so hard to resist. Eventually, on a night you’d visited him in the club, both a little buzzed, he’d walked you home, and as he stood in the doorway of your apartment, saying his goodbyes, he placed a kiss on your forehead. This wasn’t unusual, he’d done it plenty of times before. What was different was the way you hadn’t let his waist go when he pulled away. Your eyes met, and both of you felt the breath stall in your chests. Before either of you even knew it, your lips had crashed together, and you were dragging him into your apartment by the collar of his shirt. It hadn’t gone much further than that, a heated makeout session on your couch before Kazutora backed off, apologising and saying he had an early meeting and really had to go, leaving you dizzy and needy. After that, it happened a few more times, with him always finding some excuse to not take it any further. You couldn’t say it didn’t sting, you couldn’t help but feel the sting of rejection every time, but you also understood how it could complicate things. Each time it happened, the next time you saw him, it seemed like something was changing, there was a growing tiredness in his eyes. You’d question him on it now and then, and he’d always blame it on work stress.

The truth was far from that. Every time Kazutora left your apartment after these nights, something tugged at his heart. When he’d arranged all this, put you up in this apartment, his desire was to keep you safe and happy. It wasn’t about sex, or your body. He’d wanted you around. He enjoyed your company, and he enjoyed you. He found himself thinking about you almost all the time, and this is where the trouble started for him. He’d had a pretty tumultuous life, to say the least. Consistency was something he’d never truly known. The only consistency he had known, was snuffed out by his own hand, and cost him ten years of his life. He was impetuous and violent by default, much like his father before him. Besides the security of his money, what could he truly offer you? He didn’t want to lose you, but the thought of committing to something further was too much, too scary. What if he was like his father in that respect too? He'd heard his mother cry through thin walls too many times. He still heard it some nights, it haunted him like a ghost. Anything he truly let himself care about, left him with blood on his hands, destroyed with no one to blame but himself. So he’d keep you safe, by keeping you at a certain length, and provide what he was sure he could. He’d felt bad enough he’d slipped up and kissed you, letting his impulsive nature win out. After it happened once, it was hard not to seek it out again, the comfort you provided him, the way your eyes looked at him like he had never done wrong, like he could never do wrong. But he had done wrong, and in his line of work would do so many more wrongs he could never let you know about. He couldn't bear the thought of you looking at him any other way, as selfish and wrong as that was. He wanted you madly, but he knew he couldn’t take it further, he couldn’t do that to you. He wasn’t a good person. He wasn’t a safe bet. He couldn't give you the prison sentence that was him. There was so much blood on his hands that you couldn't see, but when he touched you, he could see the crimson stain you everywhere.

You hadn’t heard from him all day today. Not a single check in text, no calls. It wasn’t like him. You tossed and turned in your bed, unable to sleep. Checking your phone now and then to see if there were any notifications. Zero. Then, well past midnight, you heard a key turn in the lock of your door. It startled you at first, but soon you realised there was only one person it could be. You got to your feet, the hardwood cold on your soles, and made your way down the hall. Illuminated in just the moonlight was Tora, but he didn’t look like himself. His hair was down, hanging messily around his face, and as his eyes met yours, you could see even from a distance and only in the moonlight, they were drawn, and vacant, more like he was looking through you than at you. “Tora..?” You called out to him quietly as you approached him, eyebrows knitted together in worry. Your voice seemed to stir something in him, eyes appearing to refocus on you. “Shit, did I wake you up? I was going to stay in the spare room. Today was.. Rough. Just.. Couldn’t make it home.” His voice seemed strained, and you could tell from the way he stood, slightly slumped, that he wasn’t lying. Or at least, it was mostly the truth. Your eyes casted down slightly, catching a glimpse of bruised and swollen knuckles, like the night you'd first met him. By now, you have learned the truth, that Kazutora had broken your exes nose behind the club that night. You were furious when you found out, but Kazutora had won you back over quick enough, cooing apologies at you, giving you a lopsided that was always accompanied by the tilt of his head, a ring of his bell.

Tonight, the swollen knuckles didn't make you angry, the tired look on Kazutora's face left you with nothing but concern, a desire to comfort. Once you reached him, you wrapped your arms around his neck, frowning. A frown that hurt his heart. “Was worried about you.” You pouted up at him as you spoke, tucking the blond strands at the front of his face behind his ear. He placed his hands on your hips, pale eyes scanning your features. Those words, the way you looked up at him. Fuck it. He couldn’t take it anymore. He was tired. He wanted your comfort. He wanted you. His lips crashed against yours in a way you were unfamiliar with, a desperation you had never felt from him before. You barely registered that the two had stumbled your way down the hall towards your room, too caught up in the way his hands roamed your body, gripping at your sides, your thighs, your ass. Once you were into your room, you both tumbled onto the bed, Kazutora lying on his back with you on top of him, knees either side of his hips. The familiar ring of an earring that had grown to stir something in your heart. His hair tumbled over your bed, black, smattered with blond, like stripes. The kiss broke momentarily and you couldn’t help but stare a little. His yellow eyes looked up at you, watching you with an intensity you knew pretty well, Kazutora always kept an eye on you when you visited the club, but they were much more obviously tinged with lust. Both of your chests were heaving. “Damn, you don’t talk to me all day and then show up in the middle of the night and drag me to bed? You really know how to keep me on my toes, Tora…” You teased, trailing your finger down the centre of his chest, exposed under his half buttoned shirt. “You were the one still up. Just saving you from the boredom, sweets.” There was a playful smugness in his voice as he admired you perched up in his lap. There was a guilt sitting in his chest, part of him telling him to back out now, to not blur the line. Good choices were never his strong suit.

"Mmm.." You purred in agreement, eyes slipping closed as the rough skin of his palms slid up your thighs, "My hero." You felt Kazutora's touch change the second the words left your lips, his hands locking your hips in an impossible grip. You were like a rabbit in the talons of a bird of prey, trapped. You opened your eyes to read Tora's face. An difficult task at the best of times, you admit. Something had changed in his eyes, they now looked glassy and vacant, far away from you and this room. Despite the lack of... Anything in his eyes, a smirk was growing across his lips. One that caused a flurry of panic to kickstart in your chest, and a chill down your spine. But.. you liked it. "Oh, a hero? 'S that what you think?" His voice was low and sardonic, and you realised you were now caught in a trap, it didn't feel like there was any correct way to answer his query. You weighed your options for a second. You leaned down, hands sliding from his chest up into his dual toned hair. You gripped it as the base of his skull, tugging his back to expose his throat to you, pressing some hot, open mouthed kisses up to his ear, nipping his lobe gently before you pleaded to him. “Save me, Tora. Please. I’m yours.” You punctuated your words with a roll of your hips down onto him, and it was pretty clear, he was more than able to give you exactly what you wanted. What you could only describe as a growl came from deep within his chest, a rich, almost velvety sound. Something near predatory in it raised the hairs on the back of your neck. Like your flight or fight response telling you to run. You ignored it. He leaned up, against the pull of your hand in his hair, his lips latching onto the sensitive curve of your neck. He bit and sucked at the skin, and you knew from his efforts, leaving a mark was very much his intention. He was marking his territory.

“Tora…” His name fell from your lips wrapped in a sigh almost reflexively. Tiger. The name fit your older companion well, you mused. Especially now. Especially this Tora, teeth on your skin, rough hands that sat huge on your frame pawing at your skin with a ferocity you hadn't felt from him before. In this moment, you were his, at his mercy. It wasn’t uncommon for you to feel Tora’s eyes watching you across a room, pools of yellow brown zeroed in on you like a big cat watching its prey, anything else of little concern to him. And in all honesty, there wasn’t a more righteous end you could possibly think of right now then being devoured by your tiger. The thought made you ache, pressing your hips down onto the stiff bulge in his pants, desperate for any kind of friction. His hips bucked in response, but his focus was still on your neck, moving onto another spot, the one before it bruised, deep shades of purple and red mingling together on your skin. You felt like you’d unleashed something, something feral, all by offering yourself up to him on a platter.

He continued his heated open mouthed assault on your neck as his hands slid up your hips and grasped the ends of the old oversized t-shirt you had warn to bed. Between sloppy kisses along the front of your throat now, he pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it across the room. He sat you both up as his lips found yours again, his hands roving up your sides until he reached your breast. He kneaded them with his palms, and as you mewled out against his lips, his thumbs brushed over your sensitive nipples. "Tora.. please. I want you." You hated to break the kiss, you could kiss him until he sucked all the oxygen from your lungs, and you'd thank him for it with your last breath, but your body ached for him in a way you didn't know it could for another person. It was almost like a homesickness, even though he was right here in front of you, yellow eyes looking at you like you were the only thing in his world that meant anything at all. You gazed down to the hands on your chest, silver rings glistening in the moonlight that reflected in through the large windows of your room, bruised and grazed knuckles contrasted by your soft, supple skin. You take one of his hands in both of yours, kissing his knuckles gently, a featherlight kiss to each one, before guiding his hand down your body, pressing two of his fingers against your soaked underwear, desperate for him to touch you in places he hadn't yet adventured. He watched it all, his breath catching in his chest at your tender display of affection towards him. As you watched his slender fingers start to rub slow, purposeful circles against your clit, you almost felt dizzy with euphoria, his touch was divine to you. Your eyes were half lidded as watched, but suddenly, a hand wrapped around your throat and tilting your head up pulled you from your trance. "Look at me, keep your eyes on mine." His voice was firm, demanding, his eyes blown wide with lust. You felt your cheeks burn slightly as the eye contact washed over you. It was intimate, raw. Nothing like you'd experienced with him before. His fingers still worked deftly over the fabric of your panties, and you mewled and purred at him, begging for more contact, drowning in yellow topaz hues.

He didn't take his eyes off you for even a second as he slipped his fingers beneath your panties. You could see him shudder briefly as he felt the heat radiate from your core, lips parting to give a soft sigh as his finger slipped between your folds, your wetness coating his skin like a liquid silk. The hand holding your throat flexed before it tightened on the sides of your neck, only a light pressure, but enough to send bolts of electricity through your body. "Fuck, you're so wet, kitten.." Your hips bucked as he slid a finger into you, a soft moan from each of you mingling together in the empty space between you, eyes still locked together, neither of you daring to look away in case you missed anything, any reaction you gave each other. Kazutora used his purchase on your neck to pull your face closer, your forehead resting against his, noses brushing, eyes drawn even deeper into his. You wanted so badly to kiss him as his finger pumped in and out of you, at a pace so slow it was almost maddening, but his hand on your throat wouldn't allow you to push forward. He saw the frustrated furrow of your brow, and a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. "I'm sorry baby, I just can't miss a single one of these pretty faces you're making for me." He murmured softly, and as if to prove a point, added a second finger inside you, curling up to find that all important spot, more pressure added around your neck. It was intoxicating. Your head swirled, eyes slipping closed as you called out his name, as if to prove to yourself that this was really him, that this was a real and tangible moment, and not some fantasy. "I thought I told you to keep your eyes on me." His voice felt far away, but even through the fuzziness in your head, you recognized the scolding tone.

His fingers quickened, sliding in and out of you with the utmost ease now that you were absolutely dripping for him, the sound of your walls squelching at his intrusion would be embarrassing if you weren't focused on desperately rutting against his hand, one of your hands now pawing at your own clit needing more, eyes looking at Tora's, unfocused and panting. His eyes took in everything, the way your lashes fluttered, the way your mouth looked as you had no choice but to swallow some of your moans, the way your lip quivered while you whimpered for him. He couldn't get enough, he didn't want to stop seeing you like this. Though his cock ached in his pants, longing for nothing more than to be buried inside your plush warm walls, he wanted to ring every other ounce of pleasure out of you first. He felt like he'd owed you, stumbling out of your apartment so many nights leaving the two of you both breathless and yearning. He'd gone home so many nights and fucked his own fist thinking of you. Had you done the same, lying in this bed, pretending your fingers were his, writhing on this bed calling out for him? The thought of you doing so made his dick twitch, but also made him feel so guilty he'd left you so neglected. His eyes casted down to watch as you rubbed circles over your clit, biting down on his lip as you squirmed and whined for him. "Cum for me baby, please. Look me in the eye and cum for me." It might have sounded like a request, but there was a very soft demand to his voice. A few more rocks of your hips into his hand, and you were falling completely apart in his lap, creaming on his fingers as you did. At the same time, he released the grip on your neck, the bloodrush paired with the way his fingers moved to ride you through your orgasm, to see it through, was an ecstasy that brought slight tears to your eyes. He watched the pleasure dance in your eyes before your head fell back, his name tumbling from your lips, competing with moans and pants, but he heard his name loud and clear. Kazutora. Usually he'd scold you for using his full name, he preferred when you called him Tora, but wrapped up in your dulcet tones, he wanted nothing more than to hear every syllable. The love bites head left on your neck left him preening. There'd be so many more by the end of the night.

You felt floaty as you came down from your high, your hand on your clit had now slipped down to palm as his cock, while your other one, still tangled in his hair from earlier, tugged his head back once more and you were quick to balance the scales, your own teeth catching the flesh under his jaw, sucking a deep purple bruise of your own into his skin. The groan your actions pulled from him was delectable, the sound cut off with a hissed out “Shit.” Your kisses and bites were feverish, now that he’d made you cum with his fingers, you greedily wanted more. Kazutora pulled his fingers from you, taking a moment to watch the way your wetness glistened on his fingers in the moonlight, before he slid them into his mouth, licking his fingers clean, another groan as he savoured your taste on his tongue. “Fuck, you taste so sweet.” If you weren’t already red faced from coming undone in Kazutora’s lap just moments ago, your cheeks would be on fire right now, watching Kazutora suck every last trace of you from his hand. He was quick to pull you into a sloppy, open mouthed kiss the second he had his fingers out of his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. As he pulled away again, he made sure to catch your lower lip between his teeth, giving it a quick tug. "Tastes good, right? But…" Before he finished his sentence, he turned, dropping you onto your back onto your pillows. "I need a little more." You gave a plaintive whine, shutting your legs and drawing your knees up towards your body. You could tell he was enjoying toying with you, but you were so desperate to just have him completely.

As you watched him unbutton his white shirt. It wasn't until now you'd noticed what looked to be a misting of blood on the front of his shirt, barely there in the moonlight, but looking at the smooth skin of his now exposed torso, you knew it wasn't his. You shuddered slightly, and Kazutora cocked a brow at you as he rolled up his sleeves. “You alright, sweetheart?” You were quick to nod, not wanting to leave this perfect bubble of a moment, not wanting to give him an opportunity to get skittish. A little huff sounded from his nose, a lazy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he placed two hands on your knees. “Good. Now…” Rough thumbs brushed over the skin of the inside of your knees, before sliding down your thighs. “Open up for me.” He might have been giving you a command, but the grasp of his hands on your thighs was evidence enough that he’d spread you easily himself if you argued with him. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses along the sensitive skin of your thigh, before two fingers hooked the soaked crotch of your panties, sliding them down your thighs with little effort. Once he had them off, he was quick to reposition himself between your thighs, laying on his stomach, propped up on his elbows. You felt bare, and the way his gaze lingered on your pussy made you squirm, with a lewd embarrassment, and a deep need. As you did, exposed forearms hooked under your legs, his slender fingers gripping the front of your thighs, the silver rings that adorned some of his fingers glinting in the moonlight. He used his hold to tug you down the bed towards him, causing you to yelp. Kazutora couldn’t help but chuckle, you were so cute it killed him. “No need to be scared, Kitten. I don’t bite.” You could hear the deviance in his voice as he turned his head, nipping at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “Much.” Before you could scold him, he quickly leaned in and captured your clit in his mouth, causing your back to arch off the bed, the sting of his teeth on your thigh still lingering on your thigh as his tongue lapped at the sensitive bundle of nerves. It was like he was kissing your mouth, his tongue smoothing over, tender and tentative, and it practically robbed you of the air in your lungs.

Looking at him, this… expensive looking man between your thighs, he was a sight to behold. Black and blond hair spilling over his shoulders, tickling at your thighs, the cool steel of his Rolex on your outer thigh, his shirt loosely hanging on his torso, he was so powerful… and it was like he was bowing to you. It made your heart race. “Tora…” You sank into the bed, your hands tangling into his hair, pushing him closer. Your approval was all he needed, and he groaned against you, the vibration sending waves through your body, causing your toes to curl. He ate you like he was starving, like you were his last meal, his tongue working over every single bit of you. You could tell he was just as caught up as you were, holding your thighs so tight in some desperate attempt to keep him anchored to this world. If there was a heaven, he knew the closest someone like him was getting. He sucked on your clit, and the sounds he made, the soft groans, the uttered curses between feverish and eager flicks of his tongue had you feeling like some kind of divinity. You could feel that heat building in your core, the tell tale tightening of some invisible cord. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, hands occasionally tightening your grip on his hair, which you could see caused his eyebrows to furrow slightly in delight as he never relented once in his efforts to give you everything he could possibly give you. It was the second he looked up at you, those yellow eyes that resembled so closely his name sake’s, that you were doomed.

They were full of such a basic, animalistic lust, that screamed cum for me, without saying anything at all. It crashed over you like a wave, your hips would have bucked if he hadn’t had you trapped in a vice grip. It probably would have you sore in the morning, but you didn’t care. Not right now, not as your hole clenched around nothing, as your legs trembled and your eyes watered one more. “Kaz- fuh..!” You could barely form the words, your eyes unable to focus, your mind almost blanking, the only thing you could think of was how badly you wanted him. Every inch of him, over every inch of your skin. You tugged on his hair desperately, needing him close. He knew it too, quick to replace his tongue with the heel of his palm, ring and index finger slipping into you, lips meeting yours eagerly despite his own heaving chest, his lips and chin coated in your nectar. Your hips rolled up into his hand as you rode out your second orgasm, both of you sighing into each other's mouths between broken, desperate kisses. “Tora.. please…” Your voice was a soft whine, almost a breath. But he heard you. He’d hear you anywhere. “I know Kitten, I know. Gonna take good care of you.”

You couldn’t help but whine at the loss of contact from his hand, now feeling over sensitive as you still stuttered through the end of your last high, but the sound of his belt buckle coming open might as well have been music to your ears. He’d barely pushed his suit pants down before he rushed to sink himself into you, having to steady himself on the headboard behind you as he bottomed out with ease, you were so wet for him, so eager to be split in two by his thick cock. God, it felt like you were made for him, the way your walls welcomed him. As he leaned over you, your hands slid up to his torso, palms pressed flat to his shoulders. His free hand grasped your thigh, pulling it up to wrap around his waist. Slowly, he started to rock his hips into yours, testing the pace, savouring the squeeze of your precious cunt around him. He knew he had to pace himself, or he’d be cumming in you in no time at all, and he wasn’t ready for that, to go back to a world where there were more people on the planet than just the two of you. He was drunk on you, and had no intention of sobering up yet. He bit down hard on his lower lip as he watched where he disappeared into you over and over, the sounds your pretty hole made as you took each thrust had him giddy.

You just gazed up at him with reverence, his hair a mess, sticking to his face. His shirt slipped off his shoulder to show that black tiger inked into his skin, his yellow eyes heavy hooded and blissful. He was fucking beautiful. His expensive cologne mingling with the smell of sex in the air just left you completely wrapped up in him, and you thought back to your offering. Save me. He had. You had never felt safer than wrapped around this man with bruised knuckles and a shirt that bore the blood of another man. You were his, you could only ever be his. In a move that almost felt like he was in your head, which you wouldn’t have doubted at this point, he dropped down, burying his face into your neck, teeth once more securing another mark into your skin. You mewled out for him, tilting your head away to give him more room, more canvas to write love letters on your skin, and the gesture caused him to thrust deeper into you, his breath hot on your neck as he panted out praises. “You take me so well, Kitten. You look so fucking beautiful on this cock. You’re all fucking mine.” Your nails dug into his back as he continued his ramblings of so many sweet things you’d longed to hear for so long, to feel him at your fingertips, to prove this was real. The drag down his back caused him to lean his head back, muscles flexing under your touch as he hissed out through gritted teeth. He sat back a bit, scooping both of your legs up by the backs of your knees, resting them on his shoulders as he leaned over you once more, knees practically pressing to your chest.

His hands gripped your hips once more, thrusting into you at a cruel pace, the tip of his cock buried so deep in you it took your breath. He balanced himself on one hand as the other found its way between your thighs, thumb rubbing circles into your sensitive, swollen clit. “Hah- Kazu-!” You could feel that build again, but this time it almost hurt, the contact causing your thighs to twitch and tremble already. “ ‘M so close, baby. You’ve got one more in y’ for me don’t ya? Gonna cum with your Tiger?” Your Tiger. His own words. He was yours. You were his. Tears swelled in your eyes once more, and all you could do was nod frantically, babbling and whining out strangled variations of his name, unable to form anything actually coherent. His eyes met yours as your body gave into him, those topaz eyes like the glow of a safe harbour in a storm, and you saw stars. The sight was too much for Kazutora, who’s hips stuttered before he banked himself right against you, cumming deep inside you with a whine of your name, the surprising tenderness of it almost too much for your heart to bear. The tears now spilled down your cheeks, and Kazutora was quick to let your legs fall to either side of his hips as he captured you in a deep kiss, cupping both sides of your face in his hands, lazy rolls of his hips ensuring you saw this out together.

After some more kisses, a lot of light touches and whispers of praise, Kazutora slipped out from under your sleeping form, shirt still unbuttoned, suit pants pulled up but belt still unbuckled, two toned hair a mess. He stood by your open window, and placed a cigarette between his lips. He lit it, looking out over the city, still draped in moonlight. He took a deep drag, and exhaled with a sigh when he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. He fished it out and checked the ID, knowing exactly who it was either way. Shuji. He stared at the device for a second, before slipping it back into his pocket. Whatever Shuji was calling about at this hour, it wasn’t good, and Kazutora would deal with the fallout of ignoring it in the morning. He was enjoying his bubble. His stupid, selfish bubble. He looked at the cigarette between his fingers, at his bruised knuckles, darker now than they had been earlier. He looked over his shoulder at your sleeping form, that he’d tucked between your sheets. He was selfish, he was impulsive. His cruel and violent hands that had touched your body so passionately had left those crimson handprints only visible to him all over your soft, supple skin.

But fuck, if you didn’t look good in red.

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Fem!reader

Bro is the type to finger you when you’ve had a hard/stressful day.

Like as soon as you get home and they see your stressed out, they will kiss your temple and pick you up bridal style carrying you to your bed. Slowly removing your clothes and rubs your pussy through you’re underwear.

“Shhh, baby… you’re okay.” They whisper into your ear as they removed your panties. Placing one of their hands through your wet folds. Their lips connect to yours as your slick covers their hands.

They’re fingers align with your wet hole as they push their fingers into your hole. They swallow the moans you let out.

They go at a slow pace until they stop and remove their lips from yours. “Just relax for me darling” they curl their fingers upwards and start pounding their digits into your g spot over and over again.

You let out the most precious moans, something live for. The sweet way the moans exit your mouth never fail to make them horny.

As you get closer to your climax, the more praise they give you. Then when you say you’re about to cum they give you sweetest compliment. “You’re such a pretty one, come one then, cum all over my fingers”

They kiss your neck as you cum all over they’re fingers, leaving your juices running down your hands.

“That’s my girl… such a good girl.”

JEAN KIRSTEIN, Hange Zöe, ARMIN ALERT, Baji, Kazutora, MITSUYA, HAKKAI, Kuroo, KENMA, Hinata, Lev, SUGAWARA, DAICHI, Ushijima, TENDOU, AKAASHI, Bokuto, SAEKO.

Comment if I should add more people :)

Also I couldn’t fit Al the tags 😭😭😭

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missorigamimk · 11 months

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ BITTER SWEET ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

━━ chishiya isn’t used to giving affection so you become friends with tatta and accidentally start drifting away from chishiya which upsets him ( fluff , angst )

word count: 1898

pairing: shuntaro chishiya x fem!reader

warning: ooc chishiya, mention of killing

You and Chishiya met in odd circumstances, but you were glad that you found each other.

However you couldn't figure out how you piqued Chishiya's curiosity.

He was the opposite of you clever, subtle, and cunning while you were noisy, clumsy, and awkward.

If you had met on any other occasions you were convinced that Chishiya would have despised you, but perhaps your kind and extroverted personality provided him solace.

Your relationship started slightly rocky, but you quickly found the ideal balance.

Chishiya figured out that you were someone that thrived off physical contact and made an effort to provide it to you as much as he could.

While you learned that your boyfriend preferred stillness in the morning, so you attempted to tone yourself out to please him.

Both of you appreciated each other's efforts, and you gradually established a strong relationship.

Something you quickly noticed was that Chishiya liked his personal space. While you respected that and never crossed boundaries, you were desperate for more affection.

It didn't even matter who it came from, your boyfriend, a friend, or a stranger.

You didn't care if it wasn't physical or romantic, you just longed for someone constantly around you.

So, you were delighted when Tatta arrived at The Beach.

He was very chill and easygoing and didn't mind you rambling his ear off 24/7.

As time passed, you began growing closer to Tatta to the point that you spend more time with him than with your boyfriend.

At first, Chishiya didn't notice anything until Kuina pointed it out.

She had questioned him who the guy was that you were spending all your time, which baffled Chishiya slightly.

Sure he had seen you around with a guy pretty often, but he knew that you required your daily dose of affection to function properly, and he couldn't give that to you.

So at first, he didn't think much of it until it escalated even further.

Chishiya had promised you to protect you as good as he could during games and preferred for you to be within five feet from him in case something happened, that meant that you practically always joined his games.

But now you were rarely in the same game unless Tatta was standing not even three feet away from you.

Chishiya also noticed that by the time he woke up you would have already left, and when he went to sleep you weren't there either.

The only indication that you actually entered the room was when he would feel you wrap your arms around him in the middle of the night, assuming that he was fast asleep while he wasn't.

The lack of your usual overbearing affection had affected Chishiya which he didn't want to admit it.

He couldn't sleep anymore unless he felt your warmth surrounding him, and he was becoming more reckless during games.

You didn't even know the torment that your boyfriend was going through because you hadn't even noticed it yourself.

While you were aware that your typical affection for your boyfriend had subdued slightly, you assumed he liked it more this way.

Perhaps if he tried to inform you how he felt, then he wouldn't be so desperate for you now.

Briefly, after you established your relationship with Chishiya, you started your own little tradition of where you would sit on the roof on Friday night before the games.

Chishiya had been sitting there for over an hour hoping that you would barge in with a lopsided smile while kissing and hugging him affectionately while he complained jokingly about it.

But you never came because you had fallen asleep on Tatta's floor.

The hours of sleep you missed during the night were catching up to you and while you were waiting for Tatta in his room you had fallen asleep on the floor.

You attempted to fight the sleep because you remembered that you had to meet your boyfriend tonight, which made a lovesick smile appear on your face.

But unfortunately, you couldn't fight it off.

Chishiya let out an aggravated huff when he realized that you weren't coming.

Even though your friendship with Tatta had started long ago, you never skipped your weekly roof date.

It wasn't even a date, and he never told you to come every week, it was just something natural that the two of you did.

There were still two hours left before the games would begin, so Chishiya decided to look for you. Curious as to what you deemed crucial enough to bail on him.

He firstly checked your room but just as he presumed it was empty with no sign of you.

Now that he was examining your shared room, he noticed that the signs that you lived there were nearly none existent.

The soothing scent of your perfume had withered slightly, and your clothing wasn't scattered across the room like it usually is.

His heart clenched as he realized that you had been drifting away from him just because he couldn't listen to you a little longer or hug you slightly more.

You were never a demanding partner, the only thing you asked for was his love and affection.

He quickly shut the door before closing his eyes for a few brief seconds to compose himself, so he could continue his search for you.

Chishiya checked the bar, the pool, and practically every spot that he knew you liked.

Time passed quickly, and it was almost time to start the games.

Your boyfriend's concerns grew because he didn't even know whether you had any visa left or not, so he quickened his pace and began looking for anyone that might know where you are.

First, he approached Kuina who only shook her head before offering to help him search for you.

Then he caught a glimpse of Arisu and Usagi sitting together next to the pool, and he recalled seeing you around them quite often, but they too didn't have a clue as to where you were.

Just as Chishiya was about to walk away, he heard Usagi speak softly.

“Maybe Tatta knows where she is, I saw them earlier today at the bar,”

Chishiya could feel his heart clench once again before nodding at Usagi and bolting off to find Tatta.

He quickly found out what room he lived in and speed walked to it before harshly knocking on the door.

He could feel the anger and frustration rise in him when the man who was stealing you away from him opened the door with a smile.

“Ch-” Tatta was quickly cut off by the blonde-haired man who had been harshly glaring at him.

“Where's my girlfriend?” Tatta looked slightly taken aback by his sudden malice because of the stories you told him about your precious Shuntaro.

That wasn't the adorable man who allows you to tie his hair back for him while cleaning his face, nor was this the man who always had a bottle of water standing on his bedside table to offer to you because you abruptly woke up thirsty.

This was the vicious man that uses and manipulates people, so he could survive, this was the man who was ready to sacrifice everyone around him just so he could make it out alive not caring about their lives.

“She's here-” that was all it took for Chishiya to barge in while looking around to find you.

His hammering heart subsided slightly when he saw you peacefully asleep on Tatta's couch with a blanket thrown over you.

“She said she wanted to wait here until she was going to meet with you, but she fell asleep on the ground, so I put her on the couch,” Tatta nervously clarified while Chishiya sat down beside you.

His slender fingers caressed through your hair while he absorbed the sight in front of him.

“How many days of her visa does she have left?” Chishiya hissed out the words, displeased that he didn't know the answer himself.

“Four. B-”

“I'll take her to our room,” Chishiya didn't say anything else before taking you into his arms in bridal style with a slight huff.

It was a miracle Chishiya made it to your room with no misfortunes because he wasn't exactly really muscular.

Fortunately, he too had some days left, so he gently put you on your bed before pulling the covers over your exhausted form.

His slippers had been carelessly discarded somewhere in your room, and he lay down beside you.

You instinctively curled up into his side, which made a remote smile appear on your boyfriend's face before he wrapped his arms around you.

Chishiya concluded that it felt nice.

Having you so near he brought him solace, and he couldn't comprehend why he ever refused your affection.

He kissed the top of your head lazily while your legs got entangled. His eyes felt like they weighed a ton, so he quickly fell asleep with you pressed against him as close as possible.

Hours later, the sun had risen again, and your eyelids softly fluttered open.

A smile tugged on your lips as Chishiya's softened features were the first thing you saw.

His arms were still tightly wrapped around you and your legs were intertwined together.

You decided to try to enjoy the view for as long as you could before your boyfriend would wake up again.

After a few minutes, you couldn't resist the urge to touch his face. He looked so fragile and he radiated warmth.

Your fingers delicately grazed his jaw before moving to his lips. They felt smooth and warm, but your fingers quickly moved to his cheek and nose.

Your finger skimmed over his mole softly before you straightened out his eyebrows.

He looked majestic in the morning light with his guard down. You couldn't apprehend as to how the man in front of you was real.

When Chishiya regained consciousness, your fingers were softly massaging his scalp which elicited a purr out of him.

Your movements halted at the odd sound coming from your boyfriend, whose lip corners were slightly upturned.

“Don't stop.”

His groggy morning voice sent you over the moon, and you instantly continued.

Chishiya enveloped his arms tighter around your waist, so your back was slightly arched while he nuzzled his face into your neck.

“Give me all of your affection,” his voice was slightly muffled, but you understood him perfectly fine.

“What?” You questioned him with a grin on your face.

“I want you to give me all of your affection,” he stated once again.

“I thought you didn't like it because I was too overbearing,” you sheepishly said.

“I don't care if it's overbearing if it comes from you, I want it.”

His words made you smile softly, and you kissed the crown of his head lovingly, which made him smile.

The two of you enjoyed the quiet morning within one another's arm with occasional kisses before you broke the silence.

“Chishiya?” His soft feathery kisses on your neck didn't stop as he hummed for you to continue.

“I love you.”

Your boyfriend pulled his face out of your neck for the first time that morning to face you with a lazy smile painted across his heavenly features.

“I love you too,” he told you before placing his hand on the back of your neck to kiss you passionately

©cupidsheqrt , 2022.

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missorigamimk · 11 months

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Hello! I see you are taking requests for Alice in Borderland? If I may, can I request some Chishiya boyfriend headcannons?? Thank you <3

A/N: Absolutely, Chishiya's my favourite character hehe 🥰️ thanks for requesting!! My inbox is open for Alice In Borderland characters until the 15th, so send yours in now 💙 I think I'm gonna get started on some Banda Sunato relationship headcanons afterwards tho, because DiD yOu SeE hIs EyeS??! And his smILE?? Imma have to start writing more 😍

Warnings: Small spoilers for season 2, fluff 😁

♡ Dating Chishiya Shuntaro Includes: ♡

♡• Damnnn, I don't know where to start 😵 he's a clever, smug ass, and he knows it, but I'm a full believer that this man could fall in love with the right person surprisingly deeply. I'm not making him out of character in any way by saying he'd fall in love at first sight, because he wouldn't, but he would have a growing interest in you that develops over the weeks into something more without him even realising it.

♡• You probably met when you both caught on with an outcome of a game, or someone giving off weird vibes. Probably in the Jack of Hearts game? He'll watch the manipulation and secret communications going on, and then notice that you're looking in the same direction. Your eyes will meet, and you'll just know that you're thinking the same thing, which interests him, and he'll raise a brow at you with that smirk of his from the other end of the room.

♡• Your independence and surprising intelligence are what moved Chishiya to wander over to you and make a comment or something about how it's going, and you'll get short conversations afterwards that pick up from there. It's nice to see someone who's not already breaking down from the intensity of the bloody games or is too stupid to notice that they'll probably be one of the first to die. So he starts popping up in place you hang around, just to see if you really are different in the way he likes. You are, ofc 🙃

♡• Once you've properly got a chance to talk outside of the game and form an unspoken sort of friendship, Chishiya finds himself intrigued by your personality. He wants to know how you think. How you feel. What you like and don't like. As the games and days go by, he's kind of borderline obsessed in this way 😂 because he's never really found someone interesting and special enough to catch his attention and hold onto it before, so with you, he's mesmerised in his own way.

♡• You can feel his stare from a mile away and damn he's a shameless starer 😏 and him being him will just give you a smirk, hold your gaze and then look away again. It happens a lot, and it always leaves you puzzled. Or he'll wave at you from a different vantage point of a particular game like he did with Aguni. The other people in the game get kind of suspicious by how you're both so ahead, whispering to each other every now and then and making it out of everyone alive, but Chishiya doesn't really care. He doesn't make his partnership with you in games a secret unless it's necessary.

♡• He gets to that point of trusting your decisions and you as a person where he starts speaking his mind to you instead of quietly to himself as well, and when you're on the same page of finishing each other's sentences, Chishiya definitely compliments your thinking, especially when you pick up on something that he didn't. He looks uncharacteristically, mildly taken aback as he studies you for a quick moment, but then it's replaced with that signature smile with a hint of something more in those deep brown eyes. "Clever girl, aren't you?" It's not condescending at all, it's more admiration and fondness, enough to make you smile and look away.

♡• When Chishiya comes to the point where he realises that it's not just fondness as a captivating friend that he feels for you, it's turning into a lot more than he ever expected himself to feel. He has to be alone for a little while to think about it, since it's another life, another responsibility besides his own, and close relationships have always been something he's never thought right for him. Until you.

♡• Frustrates the hell out of him on the one side, but he doesn't want to deny and push it away either. So after a time, he'll come and find you again, and instead of straight up asking you out like a normal person, he'll softly comment about how you two just work, have a meeting of minds he's never felt before. Not only in games, but in other ways too. He's not sappy or anything, but it's obvious he really likes you by the unusually gentle look on his features.

♡• Just kiss him 😵 that'll seal the deal, and suddenly you're the power couple of the borderlands with a smug-looking grey-blonde haired man who casually says, "I guess we're in this together, then, hm?" in the sweetest and cockiest way, like you didn't just make out for a solid five minutes just a second ago. He's a surprisingly good kisser hehe

♡• He only really won games out of observance and amusement before, but since you've come into his life, Chishiya finds himself winning them in the hopes of seeing you again, and hoping even more that you'll both pull through to make it out of this twisted world and into a reality where you can have a proper relationship. That's what he wants. He wants you.

♡• A lot of people think he wouldn't be into PDA, and I agree to the point that he wouldn't go strutting around all affectionate and loudmouthed with you attached to his hip *cough* Niragi *cough* but I just know he'd be proud to have you as his partner, in and out of games, when you go to sign in for each one. Like the Jack of Hearts. You'll be watching everyone go mad and trick each other, the secret communications and all, while Chishiya watches with his casual, amused expression, sharing his snacks with you while your arms swing between you slightly as you hold hands.

♡• Again, power couple 100000% 😏 he knows it, he's silently proud and smug about it, but again, not a loudmouth. He won't hide your relationship in any way because he values it, but he won't make a big deal of it when the group start asking.

♡• Chishiya knows you can handle yourself, since he's seen you win games independently using your own skills and knowledge, but still, he doesn't want to take chances. Not with you. So outside of games, he'll give you precious insights into how he thinks, so that you can realise things more quickly and win more easily. Probably even goes as far as to help you win when you're sticking by communicating with you in a secret way too. You've got to stay alive for each other. That's his only priority. He refuses to even think about a mistake that could be made, and the price you'd have to pay. It won't happen, not with him around. And I mean, he's a doctor too, so if you get hurt, he'll fix it up pretty easily.

♡• If you get overwhelmed every so often by the deaths and the blood and the pain, like having to take a step back and control your breathing, stop yourself from crying, Chishiya will know straight away. He's not afraid to show part of his hidden soft side with you, even if it's only been a week or so since you've met or you're not officially dating - he's not shy. Just reserved. So he'll tilt your face to look him dead in the eye with a gentle touch, and whisper so only the two of you can hear, "Don't cry now. You've got to use that brain of yours to get back home with me. Understand? Come on, breathe, you can do it."

♡• Behind closed doors, he's a lot more open to affection. Chishiya is the warmest boy ever when you want cuddles after a particularly rough face card game, or just to be close to him. Sometimes you'll talk in hushed tones about your pasts, or what you'll do in the future outside of the borderlands, sometimes it's just a comfortable silence. He finds it hilarious when you make up stories and tell him exactly what you want to do back at home, like get a cat or travel somewhere and eat something particular. He'll be all teasing about it like, "I'm going to be dragged with you to all these places then, am I? Just because I'm a doctor and make good money, you're gonna spend it all for me?" "Yes." "Minx."

♡• He's a whole simp in his own way, so at the end of the day, when you make it out of there alive, you can take him anywhere. Chishiya hated his empty life anyways, so going back to it after all this effort would be ludicrous. He's a sweetheart really, for sure, just give him a little time, and he'll open up to you, be there for you whenever you need him... I want a Chishiya 🥲

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BestFriend!Chishiya

Minors, do not read!

Contains mentions of smutty behavior!

This is part 1

!!HERE!! is part 2 !!HERE!! is Part 3

BestFriend!Chishiya who you have known since Childhood. You were totally in awe how smart and independent he was, and he liked that someone viewed him as that, so you two became friends. Sort of. It’s complicated.

BestFriend!Chishiya who grew up with you around him, getting used to you calling him a genius in your sarcastic tone, whenever he informs you, sitting on his high horse, of all the errors you have done on the last test, especially the math ones. You are so bad at math, and he is so smart. You smile every time tho and he smirks cocky.

BestFriend!Chishiya smirks a lot, bit he gives you his honest ones. You know of his problems with his parents and them never really being there for him. You don’t know everything, just the bit he told you, but unlike other people, you are the person he trusts the most, so he shares some of his vulnerable moments with you. Not many, he is a cool guy after all and there is no way he lets something like his past destroy that.

BestFriend!Chishiya who you had sleepovers with since you were a little kid. You always come to his house. Your many siblings and overbearing parents don’t understand how you could befriend someone like him. They already tease you and sometimes try to push you to make new friends, but you don’t want to.

BestFriend!Chishiya doesn’t get along with many people and because of that you don’t make many other friends, but if you do, those friendships always break apart when your new friends like to point out how awful BestFriend!Chishiya is and downright mean. You don’t like what they say so you dump them.

BestFriend!Chishiya is more than happy about that. Your friends come and go, but he always stays with you and you with him. Even in your teens you two have regular sleepovers.

BestFriend!Chishiya is still way better then you at math and tutors you a lot. You do homework together and then he asks you if you want to stay for dinner. After dinner he tells you if you really want to walk home in this neighborhood and at this hour. He makes sure to point out how someone like you could easily get kidnapped and worse. He scares you so much, that he must hide his grin when you later ask him with a worried face and a shaky voice if he minds you staying for the night. Just this night, you say, tomorrow I will walk home after school.

But BestFriend!Chishiya asks you if you need help with homework after the next school day. He drops in passing that you are still so bad in math, that you maybe have to repeat this year if you don’t put in some effort, but hey it’s your future after all, right?

BestFriend!Chishiya walks away without another word and you follow him after hesitating for a moment, telling him that maybe you will take his offer “It wasn’t an offer, I was just stating the facts” he said, smirking when you panic for a moment, then adding “If you want me to teach you again you have to offer ME first something in return for the hassle”

You promise BestFriend!Chishiya to buy him his favorite chocolate but he waves this away. His parents have left him enough money to buy whatever he wants. You then ask him what he wants, and he will act like he is thinking for a moment and then whisper in your ear, that it’s a surprise.

Later, when all homework is done and Dinner has been eaten, BestFriend!Chishiya comes up to you and tells you it’s time to pay your debt. You smile, cause hey this sounds like a funny game, what will he make you do? Kiss a frog, or maybe scream obscenities from the balcony? But BestFriend!Chishiya has something else in mind.

BestFriend!Chishiya tells you that when you go to take a bath, he wants to stay in the bathroom and watch you. He is kidding right, you think and laugh but BestFriend!Chishiya remains totally serious and you tell him no, no way will you agree to that.

BestFriend!Chishiya knows what he is doing. He states facts to wrap you around his finger. He tells you that it’s just for research reasons, nothing sexual, but you don’t buy it. He then says that he wants to become a doctor, which you already knew of, so he needs to know the human body and he wants to know more than just what books and diagrams can show him. You are his friend so that’s okay right? It’s not like he wants something from you or you from him, right? The both of you are teens, 16 in age so there is nothing wrong with it, don’t you agree?

BestFriend!Chishiya sees you aren’t fully convinced but you have to agree that his reasons sound kind of reasonable, which they totally aren’t, BestFriend!Chishiya knows this, but he also knows very well how to talk you into things and he is using this knowledge to his advance.

You have to admit that BestFriend!Chishiya was always the more ambitioned one. The one who strived for understanding things and information’s beyond what the everyday person wants. He was very intelligent after all, consuming news and learning at a way higher speed then you could ever master, so maybe his request wasn’t unreasonable at all, you just didn’t understand it because you weren’t seeing the world like him, thru his observant wary eyes.

BestFriend!Chishiya has you hooked. You say yes and when you walk into the bathroom later, pushing the bath as far away as possible, you slightly shiver and your hands clench and unclench into fists. You want to undress first and then let him in, but he tells you that this is dumb. He will see everything anyway, so why making a fuss over it? Just get it done and you do, feeling like you act illogical, and he is right after all.

BestFriend!Chishiya watches as you take off your school uniform in front of him. You don’t face him, can’t. Your back is towards him, and you steal glances from time to time to look at his face but there is no expression at all. He looks like when he studied the dead frog’s corps during class. Focused and totally in his element. You on the other side feel so exposed and ashamed like never before. If you weren’t naked already, you maybe would take your legs into your hands and run, but there was no going back, not after he stepped forward, his arm expanding and his hand reaching for your body.

BestFriend!Chishiya raises his eyes to yours when you back away as a reflex. He knows he got you, but he still had to be careful not to let his true intentions slip thru the facade of reasons. His hand reaches for you again, this time you have yourself better under control and don’t move at all, while his fingers wrap lightly around your waist. Eyes travel down to every piece of exposed skin, and he likes what he sees, damn he really does.

BestFriend!Chishiya is thankful that he is able to control his body better then you and way better than his urges, specifically his carnal ones that made him trap you into this situation. Ever since you two got older, you starting to bloom into a young and beautiful woman, he also felt the changes in him. Like the first night when he woke up in the middle of his sleep, surrounded by pitch black nothing with a wet spot around the center of his crotch and his heart pumping the blood so fast thru him, his ears couldn’t hear anything else.

BestFriend!Chishiya had his first wet dream and you were a significant part of it. There wasn’t anything special about it. Nothing too sexual or overly bothering. In his dream the two of you had been sitting on the rooftop of your school building. It was breaktime and you starred into the sky while your head was lying on his lower body, and he was reading a book he couldn’t remember. Nothing else. Just this and still, after that night, many more followed, until one morning he woke up to his pants standing up like a tent with a hard on erection underneath, that he had to get rid of in the same bathroom you were standing right now, hoping you won’t wake up before he had finished.

BestFriend!Chishiya has felt his interest for you growing since then and it wasn’t in a friendly manner. Day after day passes and he beats his meat at night, with you sleeping next to him in his bed, cause that’s how you two have always done it since childhood so why changing it now? Oh, you were so innocent, so naïve. For you, nothing has changed since then. The two of you were still friends, best friends to be clear, so what if others didn’t understood your relationship, BestFriend!Chishiya was special so it was only logic for that friendship to be special too, right?

When BestFriend!Chishiya hands roamed your body up and down, grabbing your tits, pinching your nipples and squeezing your ass after turning you around, you were more than confused when he let go off you and walked to the tub at the end of the room, turning on the faucet and feeling the waters temperature until he was content with it and let the tub fill up.

BestFriend!Chishiya gave you a reassuring smile, as if everything was okay and you were going to take a bath like always. Nothing weird has happened between the both of you, that’s what you told yourself, but you still gauged at his crotch when he set down on the edge, expecting to see at least a hidden sign of an erection, but nothing. Dead pants. This all really must have been just for research for him.

BestFriend!Chishiya caught you starring and followed your gaze, snapping you out of your mind with a mocking comment “Hoping to see something?” you immediately shook your head, almost getting whiplash from how hard and fast you did it but BestFriend!Chishiya grin only widens “Sure” he said and you felt the need to defend yourself and your actions “I was not!”

BestFriend!Chishiya raised his arms, feigning defense “Hey, I’m not the one who makes this weird” You want to scream at him, to hit him on his shoulder and tell him he is the creep that requested you undressing for him, but you remember his reasons and his non-existent arousal, asking yourself, if you did hoped to see some reaction from him. You felt a little let down, that after seeing you naked, touching and squeezing parts of you no man has ever seen before, he could just turn around and go back to normal, with no effect on him at all. Where you that unattractive?

BestFriend!Chishiya made you question things you have never thought about before, your eyes side eyeing his hidden penis. BestFriend!Chishiya sighed, making you realize you have been caught again “Anything you wanna ask?” you didn’t answer “Just spit it out, unless you want to keep undressing me with your eyes” you gasp, shocked at his accusations “I wasn’t…” you stammered but he shut you up with a look that pretty much said, Bitch please.

BestFriend!Chishiya waited, watching you open and closing your mouth again and again. The wheels in your head turning, trying to find the right words “Do you not…feel anything?”

BestFriend!Chishiya scoffs “I feel bored” you shake your head “No I mean do you not feel something…else?”

BestFriend!Chishiya ask “Like?” and you fidget with your hands, the fact that you were naked in front of him, your chest and everything right on display for him to take in, completely forgotten “Like” you begin “Some…arousal…maybe?”

BestFriend!Chishiya takes a deep breath but you interrupt him before he can say something “I-I mean I wasn’t expecting something, it’s just usually, I mean no, normally, yes normally a man reacts differently to a female…naked” you end and BestFriend!Chishiya titles his head “Do I give off the impression that I am like normal guys?” and you don’t answer right away, instead search for better words, but nothing comes to your mind “No” you finally admit, but it sounds more like a question and BestFriend!Chishiya must hide his smirk, knowing now you were really hoping do see a different reaction on him after this whole scenario.

BestFriend!Chishiya plays it cool by shrugging his shoulders “I guess I need something more to really get into the mood. As I said, a naked body is something a doctor sees on a daily base and I have seen some for study reasons, so I guess I see yours with the same eyes. Meat on bones” that did hurt more then you had anticipated. You never wished for BestFriend!Chishiya to few you as anything else then a friend, let alone some sexually attractive female, so why did it sting so much to hear that he wasn’t looking at you in any other way than he looked at those human models in biology class.

BestFriend!Chishiya gets back on his feet, he takes a long look at you, which is okay, you are way too deep into your thoughts to realize him starring at your sex, imagining his cum dripping down your thighs, after he stuffs your body full of it.

“Wanna see it?” BestFriend!Chishiya asks and catches you by surprise. His dark orbs are now back on your face, erasing any signs of filthy thoughts he had. You don’t understand what he meant “Come again?”

“If it troubles you so much, there is no point in getting all worked up, when the solution is so easy.”

You still don’t understand what BestFriend!Chishiya is trying to say, so he tugs at the hem of his school uniform trousers and cocks his head with a smirk “You showed me yours, I’ll show you mine”

“Oh” is all coming from you, your brain short circuited at the thought of seeing him LIKE THAT and before you can really think about what this means, before you are able to calculate all the possible happenings after this and how your friendship could turn out when all this is over, your voice whispered a small “Okay” and BestFriend!Chishiya almost laughed at your reaction, which he totally saw coming.

BestFriend!Chishiya unbuttoned his pants, unzipped the clothing and pulled down his legwear. You were holding your breath, about to pass out, when he stopped and instead proceeded with his shirt, his bare chest making you gasp for air.

Then, BestFriend!Chishiya made a show of slowly sinking his thumbs into his boxers and pulling them down teasingly, until his cock was all out and he let the fabric pool around his ankles, stepping out of both clothing’s. You should look away, anywhere, best would be his face, to create some kind of normality, instead you stare at his at his long and girthy dick, unable to look away “How did you fit that into any clothes?”

BestFriend!Chishiya looked down and then smirked up at you, walking with cautions steps towards your form, so he doesn’t scare you away with his sight “Are you telling me I’m big?” he asked teasing, reaching for your hand, squeezing it, reassuring you that everything is alright, before pulling it towards his sex wrapping your fingers around the soft meat. Your breathing hitched, unable to comprehend what is happening right now.

BestFriend!Chishiya saw this. He saw how overburdened you were with all that happened so far, and he decided, even tho he wanted more, it was enough for the day. The tub was full now. He carefully took your hand from his cock, not missing the small twitch of every single finger, before maneuvering you towards the hot water, helping you step inside, carefully, then joining you by sitting down on the other side. Too much body contact and nudity would probably make you pass out, so he keeps that for another day. The foundation was there now.

BestFriend!Chishiya was free to build on it however he planned and he was good at planning things after all everything that happened today, from the moment you left school, to you touching him, was all well calculated and thought thru and you followed every step he laid out for you, right into the rabbit hole.

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BestFriend!Chishiya

Minors, do not read!

Contains mentions of smutty behavior!

This is Part 3!

!!Here!! is Part 1 !!Here!! is part 2

BestFriend!Chishiya reads your texts. Excuses, he thinks. He sees right thru you. Instead of calling you out on your lie, he writes back, typing fast, but taking a moment before sending. After all, you shouldn’t know how long he waited, thinking that he might has taken a step too far too soon with you.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: No probs

BestFriend!Chishiya writes his message as casual as possible. You on the other hand feel encouraged thru the distance to speak your mind. Or at least clearer than before.

YOU: Do you feel different since then?

BestFriend!Chishiya smiles at your question and how fast you come back to the topic, you literally ran away from. It only confirms his assumption that he still lingers in your mind, even after you left his home and with that, him. Too bad, he thought back then. He wasn’t done with you for the day, but your shy manner to this topic and the fact that you are pretty much new to all of that, lets him forgive you. After all, a mouse will always run away from a cat, when backed into a corner. Or at least try.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Not much BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: You?

You are surprised how fast you type your answer and how honest you allow yourself to be, knowing he is on the other line, reading every word. But not having to look him straight at his handsome and sometimes intimidating features, gives you the freedom to breach the case, without looking for the next exit. How brave you are. Society should really give medals to people like you, for finding courage in situations like this. Seriously!

YOU: Yes YOU: A lot YOU: I feel like something changed, but I can’t say what and I feel a little bit crazy, because you don’t YOU: I know it’s not right, cause that’s how you feel and I am in no way entitled to something, but I can’t stop thinking this way

It takes BestFriend!Chishiya a while to reply and you realize how hard your fingers tremble, when you almost can’t read your own words on the blue display. It doesn’t help. If at all, it only makes you feel worse. Nerves stretched and about to rip, your screen shakes rhythmic to the beat of your heart. How pathetic you must look. It makes you roll your eyes at your own behavior.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Sorry I guess BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I do feel bad that my actions have led to you feeling that way

Lie

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And I feel even worse that you thought you couldn’t communicate this with me

Another Lie.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I guess I was selfish after all, to ask something like that. It was just curiosity that got the best of me, and I thought I was right to ask this of you, after your agreement.

This is half true.

BestFriend!Chishiya knows he acted selfish, but he does believes that what he made you do was also in your best interest. It was out of question, that at one point in your friendship, you would become aware of the males surrounding you and whatever your eyes lay first on other man or on him, would change the way your relationship would go on or die off, because BestFriend!Chishiya isn’t the kind of person who shares people he holds close. Never has and never will be. No, he is truly selfish, so if some other guy would catch your attention first, he was confident the jealousy inside of him would make him cut you off, just so he wouldn’t have to deal with that piece of scum next to you. That attention seeker. A pollution to the world on two legs, he knows that already. By approaching you first and with that also the topic, with doing what he did, he redirected your path towards him.

You now grew aware of the man around. Your eyes definitely set on him first, what was half the win, and your mind now does too. So, in some way, to keep your friendship and with that, you, he had no other choice. Things do make sense from his perspective and if you were just as smart as him, BestFriend!Chishiya was sure you would agree, but thankfully you aren’t because BestFriend!Chishiya likes to be the smartest in the room. He likes how he could make you do things, stupid things, embarrassing things, because someone smart wouldn’t do that. Someone smart would try to compete with him, what was in some way, kind of interesting, but BestFriend!Chishiya felt himself always getting bored fast when it became evident, the other person couldn’t keep up with him, so he likes how simple you were. Simple, not stupid.

Stupid people tend to get angry when they realize how much smarter BestFriend!Chishiya is and how he likes to let his ego show and flaunt that genius of him. Arrogance was something, other people very obviously disliked on him, but you don’t. Never did. You except it and even went along with him all the times he rubbed it under your nose. Something simple people do, but smart ones would never be able to. He wants to keep you for that and so, after recognizing your change, had to adapt to it. And so he did.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: The effect, thought it was entertaining for me, obviously wasn’t as much for you, but I didn’t bring it up, though I saw how you had to work with yourself and again, I’m sorry for that

That is, in some way, true again. BestFriend!Chishiya did enjoy how worked up you got all by yourself and now he feels a little bit bad. Tho not enough to change anything, if he could.

YOU: Its ok YOU: I guess YOU: It’s just as much my fault like it is yours. I will be honest with you, cause you deserve it for being with me. I won’t lie and say I didn’t like what you did YOU: But I know it won’t change anything you feel so if it makes you uncomfortable, I will stop talking about it YOU: Nevertheless I also ask of you to stop teasing me with it if that’s the case, cause, in some way, I guess it brings my hopes up, there is something more YOU: Could be something more YOU: Yet… YOU: I did like it, I guess YOU: Tho it scared me too YOU: Wanting to see more YOU: Of you YOU: Again YOU: Sorry if that’s weird YOU: Could you just say something YOU: I don’t know where we are standing right now YOU: Chishiya? YOU: ??? YOU: Please say something YOU: I’m sorry okay, I will stop talking and asking about it YOU: Just say something YOU: I’m so afraid now, that I have destroyed our friendship YOU: Chishiya please, say something YOU: Anything YOU: PLEASE!!!

You are on the verge of tears and BestFriend!Chishiya has probably no idea. Or he doesn’t care. You don’t know. This whole thing is uncharted territory for you, and you feel so overwhelmed and left alone to deal with it all by yourself.

YOU: Chishiya please YOU: Say something YOU: Don’t ignore me YOU: I don’t know what to do

Fingers type so fast and still. It was more than 10 Minutes ago that BestFriend!Chishiya wrote you last. Sobs form in your throat, right next to that big knot that, for now, keeps you from crying out loud or making any other sounds. The final Bing sound catches you off guard and you look at your screen only for a blurred picture to appear. The security options of your phone needs you to agree with a tap on the picture that you wanted to download and see it. This way, unnecessary dick picturesof strangers and unknown numbers wouldn’t and couldn’t infiltrate your storage. You tap on the picture, curiosity almost completely drowning out the despair you felt moments ago.

And there it was, IS, the reason for your security settings, popping up right in front of you. A dick pic.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Sorry it took me so long to reply. It’s impossible to write and get hard at the same time BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: But here it is BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: My answer BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Hope you like it, because it’s all for you BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Wasn’t that easy to get it up without help BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I imagined your hand jerking me off instead of mine BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Wish I asked you to do it back then BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: We could have had so much fun BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And all those headaches and worries would have never happened BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: However BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Let’s forget that, cause here it is BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: All standing up proud for you BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Damn, I’m leaking all over the bed, hope you don’t mind the mess BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Next time, the mess could be all over you, if you like BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Wanna try that out?

Another picture announces itself and you tap on it, again, this time with shaky hands, missing the file 2 times. Your breath is going so fast, if you don’t calm down the next few minutes, passing out is a logic high possibility to happen. You look at the now unblurred photo and stop breathing completely. Without any doubt. You didn’t misjudged the first pictures content and the second one proofed it only again. This was, without any doubt, intended. It is BestFriend!Chishiya cock. Again! On this occasion, his fingers are wrapped around it, seemingly stroking himself and a milky white goo spread from the tip down, covering parts of the stiff flesh.

You glance at the clock, sighing as your now fully awake eyes make out the time. It’s too late, your parents wouldn’t let you out of the house and you aren’t fully sure if you really should even follow your first instinct and get to BestFriend!Chishiya house as fast as possible, but you still write back, needing to correct your answer since you misspelled every second word, because of your twitching fingers and your body flooding with oxygen, all due to your lungs inhaling and exhaling at a record speed.

YOU: I want to YOU: I believe YOU: Yes I do YOU: I guess

You add the last message hesitantly, since your fingers type faster than your mind embraces the meaning of his words. BestFriend!Chishiya on the other hand, smirks satisfied. Of course, you do. After that little confession of yours, your answer was so predictable. And he likes it.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I want that too BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Want to cum on you BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Where would you let me if I was with you right now BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Do you wish to be with me too?

YOU: I do YOU: To be honest I wanted to go over, but my parents would say no

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: It’s better that way BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Too dangerous for you out there at night BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Just imagine what could happen to you BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: What I could do to you BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: If you were out right now BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Mhmm…my mind is going crazy

You rub your thighs at each other, creating the least bit of friction, hearing his voice in your mind, low and rough while reading every message. You have never touched yourself, never tried to, never thought about it. The tingling between your legs and the way your stomach tenses at every oh so filthy word. It is new but somehow welcome. However, you don’t know how to deal with it. Should you tell BestFriend!Chishiya?

YOU: Mine too YOU: I feel weird YOU: In a good way, I think YOU: But I don’t know how to handle it

Gosh you sound so much like a virgin, but you can’t help it. It’s not a lie tho. You are. And all of the things BestFriend!Chishiya creates in you, arose with his words and pictures. You feel dirty but also good, like that’s exactly how things should be. A small voice in your mind warns you to be careful. Things proceed way too fast. Get out of hand. To paddle back before you do something stupid. But the want in you, the need that wets your underwear, his name on the verge of your lips. It drows out all the logic thinking and with that also all the red flags. You feel particularly bold asking the next question.

YOU: Maybe another pic could help me with that

BestFriend!Chishiya laughs out loud. Thankfully he is alone at home. The only benefit of uncaring parents. His father is on some gala somewhere. BestFriend!Chishiya doesn’t care about him. But he does care if anyone can witness the grunts leaving his throat while he pumps his meat at a steady pace. Up and down. Again, and again. In a rhythmic circling round motion. It feels so good. Better, knowing you are actually on the other line, awake, encouraging him with the content of your messages, just like he does with his. Especially with the photos. The flash of a camera lights up the room for a moment, before he sends the picture to you, and you open it with furious want, chest heaving and audibly filled with excitement.

It is BestFriend!Chishiya erection on full display. This time his hand was open in the picture, palm up, showing the sticky mess on it proudly, followed by a message of him.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: You didn’t answer my question from before

YOU: Which one? YOU: Another one please?

And BestFriend!Chishiya follows your begging. In the picture, he fumbles with his balls, presenting them to you, while the angry red tip leaks more and more precum over his fist.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Where you want me to cum BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: On your stomach? BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Your thighs? BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Or maybe on your chest? BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Your breasts were so smooth and soft BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: You moaned when I touched them BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Then again, so was your ass BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: You yelped so nice, when I gave it a little slap BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Did you like it? BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Your ass did BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: That cheek was all red BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: So angry BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I could see my handprint on it

YOU: You can do it wherever you want

This is such a dirty invitation from you. Weren’t you so pure and innocent just days ago and now you tell your best friend to ejaculate on your body wherever he pleases. That was so wrong, but the thought of it sounds all nice in your head and it excites you to see it. Feel it. To have BestFriend!Chishiya touch you more with his hand. Places even he hasn’t had his fingers yet.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Damn, how nice of you BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Shit, my load isn’t big enough for your whole body BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: But I’m sure I will find a place just right for the first one BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And if you ask me nicely BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Like really nicely BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I may can offer a second one

Your mind is blown away of how talkative your usually so laconic friend is. Only using more when BestFriend!Chishiya lectures you about your wrong grammar and missing algebra knowledge. His chatty behavior lights something inside of you and you just have to ask, afraid it could destroy the good mood. But you have to know it.

YOU: Chishiya YOU: May I ask something…off topic?

BestFriend!Chishiya is a little disappointed from the turn of events, but it isn’t like he has the monopoly on this situation, so of course he agrees, slightly unnerved and frustrated, his hand working his best part slower, so his mind has more blood to think straight.

YOU: Did you lie to me?

That throws BestFriend!Chishiya off. Yes, of course he did, but what part of his behavior makes you think this way?

YOU: About what changed for you?

BestFriend!Chishiya sighs, relieved that’s what you ask about, but also annoyed, cause this conversation now may take some precious time he could enjoy differently. He sighs.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Yes BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I did BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Sorry about that

YOU: Are you really sorry?

BestFriend!Chishiya bites his tongue, weighing his options. His head falls back and hits the headboard of the bedframe with a small thud. Another Bing sound follows the last heavy one. BestFriend!Chishiya lowers his gaze from the ceiling to his phones screen.

YOU: Be honest YOU: I won’t judge you YOU: Or be mad YOU: I promise

BestFriend!Chishiya types fast but concentrated, what is slightly difficult, given the fact, he only can use one hand for this task. The other one is still busy pleasuring him and there was no way he would stop. Not unless it becomes clear, the good time was over. Even if he has to blue ball himself. Knowing you are there, fully aware of his actions and even encourage him, turns him on so much. It feels so way better than all the other times at night, with your face and body next to him, but unable to enjoy his act with you.

BestFriend!Chishiya is still unsure if it was a good idea to share the truth, but he has a feeling, you already knew it, so denying it further, would only anger you and with that destroy this moment and maybe even future following ones. He couldn’t let that happen. Not after everything he did to get this far. All the things he said.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I am not sorry BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I feel like I should apologize again for that, but that would only be just another lie

YOU: I see

There are a few moments of silence were none of you write something and BestFriend!Chishiya already thinks he choose the wrong route, but the Bing sound announces you were still into the conversation and with that, still with him. BestFriend!Chishiya exhales in relief.

YOU: When you asked for me to undress, were your intentions really what you said? YOU: Research reasons

Now it is on BestFriend!Chishiya to hesitate. He feels his approach may has been a mistake. Or maybe you aren’t just as clueless as he thought. It was likelier that over the time with him, you have captured a few of his habits and were now able to read some of his intentions. However, without the fast coming of his messages and his mind being literally in his pants, he could have seen how obvious he became. Just like you. The situations proceeding way too hasty and that likely thru you off, knowing that BestFriend!Chishiya is a man who first considers things carefully and well before acting on them.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: No BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I lied there too BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Not sorry about that either BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: But sorry you caught on it

BestFriend!Chishiya decides to stay honest and answer your questions. Hopefully, clearing all your worries and doubts with it. The opposite would be a devastating option that he doesn’t want to think about. But he did it anyway. It was a reflex. A natural trait of his brain. The way he thought and what made him so extraordinary. His character and quick wit, coupled with the fact that he just can't turn his mind off for even a second. A curse or blessing? Sometimes it’s both at the same time.

YOU: So it was a trick YOU: You knew what you were doing the whole time YOU: It was your intention to confuse me like you did and get me into that situation?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Yes

YOU: All of it?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Yes, again.

YOU: Touche YOU: I know you are a genius, but such a mastermind? YOU: I’m surprised I fell for I so easily

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I’m not

YOU: Why?

Bestfriend!Chishiya can practically hear your annoyed scoffing, knowing very well that his blatant showoff of just how much smarter he is, sometimes makes you want to roll your eyes and hit him on his shoulder, while still giggling amused.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Because I planned it carefully for some time now BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Should have worked out without the need of any back-up-plans BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I see my mistake here, now BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Are you angry with me?

You wanted to say yes, but you think your answer thru instead, before typing it, taking your sweet time and hoping BestFriend!Chishiya is feeling even the tiniest bit of remorse, or at least he is sweating waiting for your answer. You aren’t really mad with him. Did he play you like a puppet? Yes. Did he lead you on his way to have you probably at his mercy? Likely. Was it selfish and unconsidered towards you? Oh yeah, but were any of his intentions malicious and aimed to harm you? You don’t think so and after all, you know what you got yourself into when you kept your friendship with BestFriend!Chishiya up. He isn’t like any other person you know. Never was. So it was kind of obvious that your friendship would be different too. After all that, did you really had a right to be angry with him? Even upset when he did nothing else than what he usually did? Playing with you, but this time to a different degree than normally?

YOU: I’m not YOU: I guess, you are you after all YOU: Always have been YOU: And in some way, always will be YOU: I think I am just surprised it went like this YOU: However YOU: Before I go on with anything YOU: Before we go on YOU: I have to know something

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And that is?

YOU: Be honest YOU: Okay? YOU: I feel like I will be able to tell if you aren’t YOU: So try not to lie

This feels uncomfortably heavy and serious.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Alright

YOU: Did you do this to play with me? YOU: Is this a game? YOU: Or do you want more?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: More?

YOU: Than just having fun with me YOU: You know, fooling around YOU: And such

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Why is that important?

YOU: I don’t want to get the wrong idea YOU: And in the long run YOU: Get hurt or something

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I see

YOU: I guess, I want to know where I am standing YOU: But also, where you are standing

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I understand

YOU: And?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I don’t believe my answer will be sufficient enough BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: But I will try my best to be as honest as possible BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Since that’s what you asked

He really was trying, but Bestfriend!Chishiya wasn’t the kind of person that is able to understand and place is emotions as good as most people. Even dealing with them was always a hard task and most of the time, he was partly thankful that you informed him of times where he has been particularly cruel or mean towards other. Bestfriend!Chishiya knows how to play others, but himself? That was a completely different topic and a difficult one most of the time. It wasn’t like he felt bad after treating the people around him like scum and dirt and using them to his advance. Neither was it a problem. At least not always. But humans do tend to take things personally and act resentful. You informing him about his behavior, added immensely positively to his observation skills. You make him human. That said, isn’t it your fault he mislead you into this situation?

YOU: I did

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: In return BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: You can’t be mad at me for how I feel BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Right?

YOU: Of course not! YOU: You are allowed to feel as much or as less as you do YOU: I just don’t want to be played YOU: Not right now YOU: You have my permission to go on like before, when it comes to other things YOU: But not right now YOU: Okay?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Agreed

YOU: So…

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I believe, I didn’t want to lose you

YOU: You might wanna retaliate a little YOU: Cause, as you know YOU: Only one of us is on the advance level of understanding things YOU: And that is not me

BestFriend!Chishiya smiles honestly. It is so you to joke in a serious conversation like this. Always trying to lighten up the mood. Always fun. Another thing he likes about you. Why he keeps you close. You benefit him so much.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: It’s obvious that at some point in your life, you would have gotten interested in the other gender BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: You didn’t seem like someone interested in females BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: So I believed it to be man BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: What meant, that one day BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Sooner or later BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: You would become more aware of your femininity BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And likely BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: with that BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: also interested in sex

YOU: That makes sense YOU: Somehow YOU: But… YOU: Not the following

BestFriend!Chishiya hesitates again. His mouth feels dry, and he licked his lips to wet those at least.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I did

YOU: What did you?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Became aware of your femininity

YOU: Oh

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I can’t tell you when exactly it happened BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I believe this to be your next question?

YOU: Yes

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Well, I can’t BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: All I can tell you is, I suddenly saw you with different eyes BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: You changed in mine BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And I felt different towards you BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: But that was okay BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I had it controlled BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Until I realized that you too will start to see man differently BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: More sexually BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And I thought to force that situation for the right time BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: At a place I can control BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And one I am sure to have your attention BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Will surely give me the upper hand of it

BestFriend!Chishiya takes a deep breath. He straightens his shoulders for the next message.

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And it did

YOU: My eyes were on you

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Right

YOU: Attention too

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Exactly

YOU: You got what you wanted

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I guess you could say that BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Thought, this wasn’t part of my plan

YOU: So, it wasn’t a game? YOU: You weren’t playing with me?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Life is a game

YOU: Chishiya…

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I guess, no

YOU: Okay YOU: I get it

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Any other questions? BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: The mood is ruined anyway BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Might as well proceed

YOU: And squeeze you like you squeezed yourself? YOU: Like a tube of toothpaste? YOU: Pun intended

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Sure BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: If that’s what you prefer BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Your joke was terrible by the way BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: But luckily for you I am smarter BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And understood it

YOU: Doesn’t this mean, you are actually not smarter than me? YOU: But on my level? YOU: At least when it comes to this topic

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: No

YOU: I got you!

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: You are wrong

YOU: See, I feel different about that YOU: I believe I am right YOU: And given the fact that you tried to get me laid YOU: To get into my pants YOU: Oh you are so on my level

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Your ego is so atrocious BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And non-existent BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Like your braincells

YOU: So you only like me for my body YOU: But not my brain?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: There are parts of your character I appreciate BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And I never said the last part BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: You are making that up

YOU: You said you feel attracted to me YOU: Don’t deny it now YOU: Its out in the blue!

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Never said that BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I simply stated that I felt differently about you BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Everything else is just your imagination

YOU: The denial! YOU: The awakening! YOU: In your pants!!!

BestFriend!Chishiya: Now you are just being childish.

YOU: But you do find me attractive YOU: Do you?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I believe I agreed to be honest on the previous topic BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Not on this one

YOU: That day YOU: You know which one YOU: You said, all you see is just meat and bones YOU: That hurt YOU: I don’t know why YOU: But it did YOU: I guess after all you told me to do YOU: And your hands, you know where YOU: I don’t know why YOU: But it hurt to hear it

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: It was a lie BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I do feel attracted to you BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Physically

YOU: Really? YOU: You are not just saying this?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I do feel sorry now that it pained you BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: It was my intention, back then, to play you in my direction BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: And for that BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I needed to toy with your emotions BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: However BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I do feel bad now

YOU: If you could go back YOU: Would you change it?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: No

YOU: Not at all? YOU: Anything?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Seeing that you have found me out BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: My true intentions BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I would change one decision

YOU: And that is?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I would fuck you in the bathtub right then

YOU: … YOU: How romantic

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Do I come over as a romantic person?

YOU: I don’t know YOU: Sending dick pics in a serious conversation YOU: When I am all here YOU: Pouring out my heart and shit YOU: Is kinda romantic don’t you think?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: If that is your understanding of romance BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I believe, I could be BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Right now

YOU: Are you still up?

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I am writing you or not? BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: This is not a robot BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: I verify I am human

You giggle at his kind of humor, typing back with your cheeks blushing heavily.

YOU: That’s not what I meant YOU: Smarty pants…

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: So?

YOU: I meant down there!

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Are you seriously having problems asking me if I still have an erection BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: After everything? BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Nudes and all

YOU: Haven’t got an answer yet YOU: And yes

BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Want proof to clarify? BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Another picture? BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: Is this your way of asking for one? BESTFRIEND!CHISHIYA: How dirty

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missorigamimk · 1 year

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Missed it here a little

#nijirô murakami #sexyboys #nijiro icons #so hot 🔥🔥🔥#nijiro murakami

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missorigamimk · 1 year

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silence ; nijiro murakami

nijiro is doing a live chat with some fans about his new project while having fun with his girlfriend.

warnings: nijiro x fem!reader, I think the most unrealistic thing that happens in this fanfic is niji doing a live on instagram, exhibitionism, fingering, oral on him, there will be no penetration, short and sweet.

word count: 1k

english is not my first language, so i’m sorry for any mistakes.

this was a request that got to me.

enjoy!

"Is everyone listening to me?", asked Nijiro, looking at his cell phone, after starting a live broadcast on his instagram, only his little cute face showing. A device attached to his headboard to hold his cell phone in front of his face without him holding it. The brunette smirked seeing the comments going up, "How are you? I came to talk about my next movie with you, if you have questions feel free to ask."

Out of sight of Nijiro's fans, out of camera range, there was you, only in your underwear, sitting on your own legs next to his, waiting. He had asked you to be quiet while he did that, but that doesn't mean you were going to stay still.

The brunette took his eyes away from the cell phone the whole time, he kept looking at you whenever he could, watching your hands go up on his legs, he was only wearing a shirt to be able to make that transmission.

The truth was, he didn't need to do any live broadcast, he didn't have to make anything, but he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity.

"So, the new movie is an adaptation of-", he took a deep breath, trying to control himself, his hand gripping the duvet, his toes curling as he felt your delicate hand moving up and down his cock, all wet from drool, "from a manga..."

You tried to be silent, just letting your mouth go up and down the entire length of the hard and thick cock, your jaw hurt from keeping that position, you wanted to go faster, you wanted to swallow it with so much desperation, but that would make too much noise.

As you started to go a little faster, your mouth making wet sounds as you sucked him, you received a soft pat on the ass and a squeeze, "Quiet", he whispered, turning his attention back to the comments on his live, talking about the movie as if nothing had happened.

His toes curled as he tried to control himself and not make any noise or express the pleasure he felt. The idea that thousands of people might have the suspicion that he was doing something forbidden while talking to them about a personal project was so hot.

"Just a moment", said Nijiro, turning his microphone off and putting the device that held the phone pointed upwards, filming the ceiling, without any control to do anything else.

His attention turned to you, his hands gripping your hair, his head falling back against the headboard, moaning softly, his cum falling onto your tongue, which you swallowed gently. You looked at him sitting on your legs, receiving a quick kiss from him.

"Stay quiet, okay?", he asked.

"Yes, mister Murakami", you replied, softly.

Nijiro took a deep breath and adjusted the camera again, turning on the microphone, "I'm sorry, where were we?", he tapped softly against his own thigh asking you to come closer.

When you were kneeling on his legs, he made a motion with his finger, turning it in place, requesting you to turn on his legs, which you promptly obeyed. You laid your head against his legs when you felt his hand on the small of your back, gently pushing. You covered your own mouth when you felt his long fingers slide through your wet pussy, stroking your clit calmly.

Soon your legs were shaking, feeling two of his fingers doing a wonderful massage on your clit, with circular movements with the perfect pressure that you liked. One of your hands was gripping his shin, while the other covered your own mouth to keep you from making too much noise as you listened to him chuckle and respond to comments as if you weren't doing anything.

Unintentionally, you moaned louder as two fingers dug inside you while your clit was still massaged with desire.

"'What was that noise?'", he read, laughing softly looking at you on his legs, trembling and desperate, your pussy being fucked mercilessly, your control slipping away from you, "It's just my kitten…", replied, "Sometimes, she makes a little fuss", he smiled using the hand that massaged your clitoris to make soft caresses on your ass while saying, "Be quiet, ok, little one?", you nodded making him smile and go back to massaging your clit, making quick movements.

Nijiro continued his broadcast talking to his fans while he fucked and caressed you, your pussy getting his fingers all wet, wetting even your own thighs, your body trembled and your hips swayed. Sometimes he would look at you, trying to be subtle, but he really enjoyed seeing how you were doing as you were getting closer and closer to orgasm.

"'Is your kitten cute?'", he read smiling, "She is very cute…", and again he caressed your ass while his fingers were still fucking you, "my cute kitten."

Nijiro smiled as he watched you squirm as heart emojis popped up across the screen. Your moans were contained despite you not wanting to, your body surrendered to him, trembling gently. A soft spasm took over your body, your hips rolling in desperation finally cumming, again you felt a soft caress on your ass.

"Good girl", he whispered, as you panted on his leg, trying to calm your body down. The brunette laughed seeing comments going up on his screen written: "it's not possible that he doesn't know that this messes with us", and "I'll be waiting for the edtis of this moment", "Well, I think it's time for me to go, okay?", he smiled softly, "See you all next time, thanks for the company", and he turned off the transmission, taking his phone out of the device and threw it on the bed, "Are you okay, baby girl?", he asked caressing your ass .

"Yes, Niji", you agreed, getting up as best you could, facing his body, hugging his neck and laying your head on his shoulder, "Did you have fun stopping the transmission to moan while I couldn't say anything?"

Nijiro chuckled and caressed your face giving you a soft kiss, "You know you like it as much as I did."

You huffed, "I didn't", you lied, making him laugh.

"So cute", and he went back to kissing you, caressing your back while his hair was stroked by you.

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Dare, part 3

Part 1 Part 2

A new chapter of the smut series is here! Thank you for all the support on the last two parts. This part is written in both Chishiyas and the readers pov. When you see ”——” it means that it changes pov. When you see ”————” it means it just jumps forward a tiny bit in time.

I’m writing and posting this on mobile so I apologize for any wierd formatting.

Disclaimer! This is pure smut and very nsfw. Stay away if you’re not of age or if you don’t like to read about it. This is fiction. Be safe and use a condom irl.

Tags: @chishiyashoodie @jimingotjams

Chishiya was rarely a man on a mission but the time he spent trying to figure out how he could get a hold of sex toys were taking up most of his time right now. He could ask Kuina, but he would either have to tell her that he was going to use it on you, himself, someone else, or maybe that he was planning on gluing them to some of Niragis guns (which honestly sounded like a great idea for a later date). Either way, he was never going to hear the end of it. So that option was a no. Then there were the option of just asking the Hatter if he had some. If anyone would have a stash of toys it would be him. But that was also a clear no. The third option was to actually go and look for a store, and even though it was the most bothersome one it was the only option he could stand. So the next time he had to go to a game he decided to leave early and walk through the side alleys of Shibuya until he found one. And he actually did. Who knew that whoever created this world would keep sex shops in it? It was the first time he was in one and he was almost too overwhelmed with how many things that actually existed within the world of adult toys. Dildos in shapes and sizes he couldn’t even imagine, vibrators, rings, ropes, handcuffs and so on. Just the variations of lube to choose from was endless. He ended up picking out some of the simpler stuff, things that didn’t seem too complicated to use. He grabbed it and a handful of batteries and then hid it in a backpack that he later left outside the game area so that no one would see him carrying around a bag of dildos. He’d rather die than face that scenario.

When the game was over and he’d made his way back to the Beach he was exhausted, but put his remaining energy into getting back to his room unseen. One good part of making everyone dislike him was that nobody would ever stop to talk to him, just like he wanted. As soon as he got back to his room he locked the door, turned on the bedside lamp, sat down on the bed and got to work with figuring out how everything he brought back with him worked.

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Finding you was easy. You were usually either in your room or on the roof, looking out over the city and trying to get away from the reality you all were in. He always started with your room, and today, once again, he found you staring at him with that wonderful, annoyed sigh coming out of your mouth when you opened the door to see who was knocking on it. He had really gotten in your head and he enjoyed it immensely.

”What do you want Chishiya?” you asked while he pushed his way between you and the doorframe without even thinking about asking if he could come in. He kicked off his flip flops and walked towards your bed.

”I took up on your offer and found some stuff” Chishiya answered with a smug face as he put down the backpack on the bed.

”My offer? Stuff?” you questioned to the sound of him openening the zipper. You turned around to face the bed and was met with him turning the backpack upside down and a flood of sex toys falling onto your bed.

Chishiya turned his gaze over to you. The face you were making was great, confused and shocked, but with a hint of amusement your eyes.

——

”What the fuck, Chishiya?” You could barely believe your eyes but you had to admit that you were curious. ”How? Why? When?” you asked, trying to take it all in.

”I found a shop on my way to the game last night” he started explaining, like it was the most normal thing in the world. ”You said you’d use them while I watched if I got some for you but I don’t know what you like so I got a few for you to choose from.” he proclaimed while pointing at the colourful pile he had created on the bed.

”A few? There’s like twenty of them there” You didn’t have to count to know that there were an excessive amount of dildos, vibrators and other stuff laying on the foot of your bed, spread out in all their glory.

Chishiya smirked as he sat down on the bed and waited for you to come over.

”So, which one - or ones - do you want to start with?” he asked, leaned his head to the side, and patted of the bed to signal for you to sit down.

”Okay, first of all, who said that I was going to use any of them?” you stated as you started to make your way to the bed.

”You did. You said that you’d show me as long as I didn’t make the toy myself. I didn’t make any of these so that deal is done.”

”You… I said I might use them. Might” you crossed your arms over your chest in an attempt to look more assured but in reality you were just trying to grasp the situation. A rainbow of pleasure was layed out in front of you, and you had to choose if you wanted to try it out in front of the man you couldn’t stand most or the time, or if you wanted to throw him out of the window.

In the corner of your eyes Chishiya looked up at you, eyes dark and curious. He already knew that you would say yes, the glint in your eyes said it all. He just needed to coax it out of you. So he said, with that low, dark voice that he knew that you couldn’t get enough of:

”Then which one might you use for me, y/n?”

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How did you end up laying down on the bed with your head on a pillow, in your panties and with a dildo in your hand? To Chishiyas great pleasure you gave in as soon as you heard that voice again - the fucker knew that you had a soft spot for that voice, even though it’s only been a few days since the first and only time he’d used it. He was of sitting on the egde of the bed with a front row view of your body and what would soon be the greatest show of his life.

”Aren’t you going to take those off?” he questioned and pointed at your lacy underwear still secured on your hips. The rest of your clothes were already in a pile on the floor but somehow you hadn’t mustered the confidence to take off the last piece.

”Mhmm” was all you could answer, still trying to get over the feeling of embarrassment that was occupying your mind. You had chosen to go with what you knew, a pink dildo type vibrator, smooth with a bent end that were there to put pressure on your g-spot inside of you. It came with a bunch of vibration settings and you had experience with them all, considering that you owned your own copy of that particular toy back in the real world. You held it with a crushing grip while gathering courage. You wanted to do this. You wanted to show Chishiya what he was missing out on. You wanted to tease him, cry out his name while he couldn’t do more than watch you. You wanted to drive him mad and then push him away to get a taste of his own medicine. However, the though about being watched like that was making you shy. Masturbating wasn’t new to you but it was still very private and not something you’d just share with anyone.

——

Chishiya sensed your hesitation and decided to try and ease your nerves. He moved from the edge of the bed and sat down next to you, legs crossed in front of him with one of his knees touching one of yours. He started by caressing your thigh, his hand soft and warm, leaving a burning trace after it when he moved it over you, from your knee and up to your hip. He squeezed the soft skin of your waist and then left a feather light scrape of with his fingernails over your stomach. He traced the goosebumps he created, using just the tips of his fingers to create even more of them. Then he moved down to the lace trim of your panties. He slipped his thumb right under it and ran it from one side of your hip to the other, never inching closer to where you wanted him but never going further away either. When he reached your other hip he removed his hand and shifted so that he could hover over you and placed a soft kiss right below your belly button. He kept kissing you, all over your stomach, chest and right under the curve of your breasts. Your body, and mind, relaxed under his warm lips and the ends of his hair that were tickling your skin whenever he moved. You ran your fingers through the soft strands, a gentle and caring touch that always took Chishiyas breath away. He was used to being treated roughly, his whole life had been pushing away feelings until he became numb. Sex was just sex, touching was just touching. There had never been anything more to it. But whenever you did something so small, so gentle, he couldn’t help but to let himself enjoy it and feel safe for a second. He wasn’t much for intimacy but you were helping him to open up to it bit by bit, even if he tried his hardest not to.

Chishiya left one final kiss on your sternum and sat back up again, watching your body move after him while he did so.

You were beautiful like this, completely submissive to his touch and ready to be molded into whatever he wanted. He was in awe over how trusting you were when it came to this. You were strong and nobody could cross you if you didn’t want them to. You were respected by everyone. Chishiya had seen it as a challenge to break you, to see that strong facade shatter, but no matter how much he had tried you were always a step ahead of him. You saw through the manipulation and the games he tried to play. He never thought that it would be so fucking exciting to have someone not fall for his mind games. You challenged him. In the end you were the one that got in his head, not the other way around. Yet there were this side of you that only he got to see. Vulnerable, intense, trusting. You gave yourself to him, not just with the physical part of the sex but the mental part of it. That was why he kept coming back. And now you were going to surrender again, and he was so turned on by it that it was almost painful.

”Chishiya…” Your whisper snapped him out of his thoughts and he met your eyes with his. Moving his eyes to your center he swiftly pulled your panties down your legs, making sure to drag his nails along your thighs as he did. Before the panties even hit the floor, he spread your legs, got inbetween them, leaned in, and buried his tounge between your folds. The mewl you let out went straight to his cock, making it strain against his swimtrunks even more than it already did. He tasted you like he was starving. Long licks followed by circles around you clit, just to go back down and tease your entrance and then do it all over again. You were so warm and wet against his mouth and the way that you rolled your hips against him while frantically grabbing his hair just fueled him on. He kept going, making you fall closer and closer to the edge that you were searching for. Every gasp and moan was like music in his ears, and he was the one playing you like an instrument.

He didn’t stop until he remembered why he did this to begin with - to get you to finish this yourself.

With a smirk he sat back up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while watching your heavy breathing and body shaking under him.

”I dare you to show me what you look like when you think of me doing that to you”

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Fuck it, you thought as he watched you with that intense, confident stare that told you that he knew that you would take up on his dare, he was just waiting to see how long it was going to take. You put your foot on his stomach, which was unfortunately still covered by the hoodie, and pushed at him. He got the hint and moved back to the edge of the bed again, still sitting with his legs crossed and facing you. The smirk on his face grew bigger with every second and you couldn’t wait to get it off of him.

You sighed, moved around a bit so you laid comfortably with your head on your pillows and your knees bent. He had a perfect view of you and you kept reminding yourself not to be embarrased and instead give him more than he could ever dream of. You were going to blow his mind.

You started by slowly dragging the tips of your fingers over your stomach, moving your body with them just to show off, and by there way he looked at you it was working. His smirk was gone and his dark eyes were intense, and moving between your hand and between your legs like he couldn’t decide what he wanted to watch more. When you got to your mound you let them linger there, just for a bit, just to make him impatient enough to want to move your fingers by himself.

”I’ll do this on one condition” you said breathlessly as you kept inching your fingers further down, still not touching where he wanted you to.

”And that is?” You could tell that he was struggling to keep his composure and it gave your confidence another boost.

”You can’t touch yourself unless I tell you so” you continued. He put his hands in his pockets as a gesture.

”Good boy” you whispered. You weren’t sure if it was your praise, your fingers finally moving to your clit or a combination of the two that made Chishiya stop breathing for a second, but it didn’t matter. You fluttered your eyes closed, started moving one of your fingers in a circle around your clit and let out a needy moan. Your other hand was still gripping the toy but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing that part yet.

”I always start with my fingers” you informed him. This was going to be fun. ”I keep wishing it was your fingers though. They feel so good against me.” Chishiya swallowed hard.

”I want to get myself so wet that the toy slides right in. Just like your cock does.” you hummed, moving your fingers down to your entrance. ”Like this.” You slid two fingers into yourself while moaning quietly. You started to slowly thrust them in and out while pressing them upwards. ”I can never reach properly, your fingers feel so much better. They’re so long. So good.” you continued. When you opened your eyes you knew that your tactics were working. Chishiya was breathing faster, his chest rising and falling in a hurry. His hands were still in his pockets but you could see how hard he was holding his fists.

You removed your fingers and held them up so that both you and him could watch the wetness caught inbetween them as you inspected them.

”You always get me so turned on, Chishiya” you murmured while you were drying your fingers by dragging them along your inner thigh. His breath hitched at the sound of his name as he followed the wet stripe your fingers left on your soft skin.

”I have a toy in the real world, one just like this one” you continued while holding the dildo up to show him. His eyes sparkled with curiosity.

”It helps a lot when there’s no one there to fuck me”. You put it between your legs and ran it along your folds, getting it nice and wet. Chishiyas eyes followed it like a dog follows a treat.

”I wish it was warm, like you are” you purred, eyes on his.

”But putting it in, just like this,” you slowly inserted the dildo, closing your eyes and gasping dramatically, until you bottomed out. ”…always feel so good”.

——

Chishiya licked his lips, almost carnivorously. What he wanted was caught between wanting to watch you fuck yourself and wanting to fuck you himself. He went with the first option, only because he knew that he probably wouldn’t get another chance to see you do it, and he wasn’t going to miss out on this opportunity. But, damn, it was hard. He wanted to throw that toy out the window and fuck you until you couldn’t move. He wanted you to beg for him to take over and show you that he could do it so much better than you could yourself. His cock was aching and his fingers were going numb from how hard he was clenching his fists but he didn’t move a muscle, doing everything in his power to not disturb you.

He kept watching you as you slowly started to thrust the pink toy in and out of yourself. It was glistening, slick from your insides and Chishiya wanted it to be him so badly. Every time it bottomed out you gasped and moaned, the volume picking up with the speed of your movements.

”It’s never enough, ahhh, with just this” you gasped as you reached in with your other hand.

”I always need something more.” You started to circle your clit with your index finger in the same pace as you moved the dildo, increasing the amount of pleasure you were building up.

”I can never come with just the toy, I need this part too.” You punctuated your statement by putting more pressure on your clit and arching your back a little to the feeling it created.

”You’re the only one that has made me come without touching me here. Fuck, you feel so good inside me, Chishiya.”

A quiet groan left Chishiyas mouth before he could stop it. He knew that you were talking like that just to tease him, but it worked. He watched attentively at the way you were moving the toy, the depth, the speed, the power behind the movements. He noticed how you seemed to like it, small, deep and fast moving thrusts, almost as if you were grinding against it. The finger on your clit moved in circles, sometimes up and down just to get some change in sensation. He saw the way your thighs were trembling as you dug your heels further into the bed to get a better angle. Your eyes were closed and mouth open, gasping and softly moaning his name. Then you turned on the vibrations.

You started at the lowest setting, getting used to the intensity of the vibrations inside you. The small buzzing sound were filling up the silence inbetween the sounds of pleasure coming from your mouth.

”I always start on the lowest setting.” You explained between gasps.

”I can feel everything. Like you can when I moan around your cock.”

Chishiya almost choked on an inhale. A quick memory of your mouth around him flashed before his eyes and that memory went straight down to his cock, still aching and neglected. You had been so good, on your knees with your lips wrapped around him. He practically had to pull you off him. Good times.

You definitely noticed how flustered that made him and Chishiya didn’t even bother trying to hide it. His mind was trying to come up with every excuse to get some friction too. Even grinding into the matress seemed like a great idea. He couldn’t stop staring at the toy that was fucking you deeply, and imagining that it was him. He imagined you clenching around him, pulling him in deeper, grinding your hips on him the same way you were grinding against your hand right now. The desire he felt was overwhelming, his whole body hot and tense and craving release.

”I’m close” you panted as you sped up your movements. ”I wish I could come around you.”

He wanted that too, to feel how wet and tight you would be around him right before you came. His cock twitched again, precum leaking from the tip and staining his boxers. He didn’t even care about the mess, he just wanted to…

”Fuck, I want you to come inside me as I come around your cock.”

That was when Chishiya reached his limit. He couldn’t stand just watching anymore, he needed to be a part of it all. He used the small amount of willpower that he had left and instead of taking his shorts off, he leaned in and put his hand on the toy. Your eyes flew open in suprise, but you didn’t tell him to move away. Instead you guided him, let him get a feel of how you liked the dildo being moved, and then let him take over.

Chishiya used his other hand to push away yours and take over moving circles around your clit, soft but hurried movements, matching the speed of the thrusting.

He could feel how the toy moved inside you, how you became tighter and tighter around it the closer you got to your release. He watched the way your throat moved when you swallowed, the way your back arched, your mouth as you kept whispering ”yes, yes, yes” over and over again. Your legs starting to shake, your fingers gripping the sheets and your eyes fluttering closed.

Then he pulled the dildo out and stopped touching you all together. You let out what was almost a screech, and looked at him in disbelief.

”Why did you stop!?” you groaned, clenching your legs together. You had been a second away from your orgasm and he tore it away just as quick. ”I was going to come!”

”I know.” Chishiya answered, eyes dark and full of desire as he looked down on you. Your expression was lovely. Annoyed and flustered. Almost angry that he took away your fun. Well, now it was his time to have fun. ”Don’t worry, I’ll let you come. I’m just going to try something first.”

He spread your legs open once more and positioned himself between them before carefully inserting the toy again. He started with long, deep strokes, going all the way in and all the way back out until only the bent tip was still inside you. His eyes were laser focused on how your body took it in, and how it almost didn’t want to let it go.

”Chishiya, please…” You were trembling under his touch, grinding against him, trying to get him to do more. He looked back at your face and studied it while he kept moving his hand. You were panting, eyes half open and cheeks flushed red. And even though you were begging him, pleading for release, you still had that confidence in your eyes that made him so intrigued by you. You conciously surrendered yourself to him, but you could take back the power in a second. It was thrilling.

With his patience running low he decided to give you what you wanted and started to move the toy deep, hard and fast. You immediately let out a moan, almost as a ’thank you’.

”Touch yourself” he quietly ordered and you followed his words right away, moving your hand between your legs to brush your fingers over yourself. It didn’t even take a minute for you to be close again. Chishiya could see all the signs. Legs shaking, moans getting louder, desperate pleas falling out of your mouth. And just as he felt you clenching harder around the toy, when your whole body tensed and you were right on the edge, he pulled it out again.

The strangled cry you let out fed Chishiyas hunger for more, and when he swatted your hand away from yourself and was met with utter desperation on your face, he put the dildo back in. This time he didn’t wait, he did just as you liked right off the bat. You were close straight away, breathing like you couldn’t get enough air no matter how much you tried, legs kicking around inbetween the rolls of your hips.

”Fuck… please let me come.” You pleaded as you kept getting closer. Chishiya had other ideas.

”But you look like you’re enjoying yourself so much already..” he answered, eyes still glued on your face. He studied the way you bit your lip right after you moaned louder than usual, the way your eyebrows scrunched together when he started touching your clit again and the anger in your eyes when he pulled out the toy for the third time. And then the satisfaction when he threw the toy to the side and pushed himself in instead.

Chishiya didn’t waste any time. He drove right into you and fucked you the same way that he had with the dildo. He was bent over you, caged in by your arms clawing the hoodie off his back, and your legs crossed around his waist. You felt incredible. So tight, so wet, so fucking good that he could barely stand it. He bent his neck down, placing his lips right above yours as he kept rocking into you with all the power he could find within himself.

”Come for me” he whispered, feeling how your whole body shivered at his words. He wouldn’t last long either. Not when you were clinging to him like this, blurry eyes filled with desire and need staring back into his. ”I wanna feel you come around me. Come on my cock and I’ll come inside you.” Your eyes flew open and then he felt you tighten around his cock so hard that it felt like he almost lost bloodflow. Then you broke.

With an inhale so deep that it sounded like you were drowning, followed by a broken sob, you came. Your whole body spasmed, back arching so much it looked painful, and your head bent backwards into the pillows as you cried out, orgasm taking all of you with it. Somewhere in the middle you managed to kick Chishiya out of you so that you could squirm away from him and curl up on your side to get away from overstimulation while your body kept trembling. He watched as you clenched your legs together, your hands still gripping the sheets around you.

Chishiya was almost in shock over how absolutely amazing you looked. Your skin was glistening with sweat and your muscles danced under it with every pulse of what was left of your orgasm. You looked so satisfied, so fucked out, so wrecked. He sat back on his heels and just looked at you. The fact that he just blue balled himself was probably karma for the edging he’d just done to you. It was worth it.

”Shit” you hissed from the pillow you were currently sticking your face in.

”Feel good?” He asked, proud of himself for being the cause of it. He tapped a finger on your foot to get your attention.

”Mhmm…” you muttered back while turning your head up towards him.

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Your whole body ached when you looked at Chishiya sitting next to you. Your legs felt like jelly, your stomach like you had the worst ab workout ever and your arms like they lost all function. How the hell had he made you come that hard? You thought you’d loose conciousness for a moment right before the orgasm hit. Not to mention what he said. It almost killed you on the spot. Sent you straight to heaven. Cause of death: Chishiya telling you to come on his cock. Fuck, he knew exactly what he was doing and it had worked wonders.

You felt Chishiya trailing the tips of his fingers along the curve of your hips, down to your thigh and then placed his hand over your knee. The warmth of his hand spread wherever he was caressing you, soothing your aching muscles with just a touch. He looked so proud of himself. You guess he earned it, so you let him have it without complaining this time. Then you looked down and realized that he was still rock hard, so hard it looked painful.

You gathered some strenght and rolled over so that you laid on your back again, then took a hold of his hand.

”Come here” you said as you spread your legs and pulled him back over you. His brows arched in suprise.

”You didn’t get to come…” you murmured as you raked your fingers down his chest and abdomen, feeling his breath hitch as you did. You continued downwards until your fingers met his cock, warm and wet under your touch. When you closed your hand around him he let out a shuddering breath and leaned his head into the crook of your neck.

You started to move your hand over him, up and back down again, slow and carefully. Your other hand was in the back of his neck, tangled in his hair, running through the soft strands. You could tell that he was trying to hide that he liked it but you always saw a glimpse of tenderness in his eyes when you touched his hair like that, and it filled you with warmth. Like you somehow managed to break through his cold outer shell and give him some comfort.

His breath was hot on your neck, quiet groans mixed with them as they reached your ear. You kept a slow pace as you stroked him, mixing it up by letting your fingers dance over him and slide your thumb over the head, which earned you a different reaction from him each time. His hips started to move with your hand as he rocked into the soft hold you had on him.

You wanted to praise him, tell him how good he had made you feel, but you had a feeling that it would be too much for him so you opted to show him instead. You wished that you had the energy to get on top of him and ride him nice and slow, to thank him for making you feel so good. Instead, you trailed kisses over his shoulder and up over his neck. You moved the hand you had in his hair, down his back and along his sides, lightly stroking in time with you other hand.

He cursed as he came, spilling hot and wet over your stomach. You jerked him through it, getting him all over you as you kept moving your hand, drawing out every ounce of pleasure in him. When his cock had stopped twitching you gave him a few more soft strokes before letting him go.

After a few breaths to steady himself he sat back up. Both of you looked down on your stomach and chest, seeing white liquid sprayed all across it. For some reason you really liked the view. He never came on you because he really didn’t like to leave a mess, no matter how many times you told him that it wasn’t gross to you.

Without thinking you moved a hand down and let one finger brush over one of the traces he had left, still warm and wet against your skin.

”Why would you do that?” Chishiya looked down on you with furrowed brows before he started to look around the room, probably looking for something to clean you up with.

”Why not?” You pointed at your bedside table drawer and he crawled right over to pick up some tissues that you had laying in there.

”You’re strange.” He leaned in over you again and started to clean you up, bit by bit until he was satisfied.

”You’re self concious. It’s nothing wierd you know.” You cocked you head to the side and continued to watch him as he threw the paper in a waste basket next to the bedside table.

With an eye roll he stood up, went over to the sofa you had on the other side of the small room and got a blanket that was thrown over a cushion. He went back to the bed and threw it over you instead.

”Thank you.” You crawled down under the blanket until only your head popped up from under it.

Chishiya sat down on the edge of the bed and put his clothes back on. His back was just as beautiful as the front of his body. He had some beauty marks sprinkled across it, smooth skin and muscles flexing under it as he moved around. Unfortunately the hoodie was back on all to soon and your ogling had to stop.

Once he was done getting dressed he spun around so that he was facing you. His hair was a bit of a mess, some strands hanging wildly out of place. His face looked tired, but in a ’I just had a great time’-tired way. The stupid smirk was back on.

”It seemed like the toys were a great idea after all.” He looked down at the discarded pink toy that was laying next to you before he looked back at you with a face full of pride. Ugh, you were going to do this again, wouldn’t you?

”I guess.” You answered, not giving him much of a reaction.

”The kick was a bit unneccesary though”.

”What kick?” Worry started to form in the pit of your stomach. You didn’t remeber kicking him. Had you hurt him?

”You kicked me off you when you came.” He said with a huff. ”You could have just told me to back off, you didn’t have to kick me in the stomach.”

The worry you had felt went away immediately when you saw his smirk turn into a grin.

”Don’t scare me like that, I thought I hurt you.” You sighed and shimmied around under the blanket to get more comfortable. You turned on your side and let out a content sigh. Your body felt like mush and you couldn’t wait to take a long nap. A shower would have to come later.

Chishiya raised an eyebrow at you before moving his way up the bed. When he got close enough he leaned down and trailed light kisses all the way up your neck, making you shiver under his touch, until he reached just below your ear. His breath was warm as it spread over your cheek and you couldn’t help but to close your eyes and relish in it. He ended it with a whisper, in that low voice that went straight to your core and lit your insides on fire every time he used it.

”Just tell me when you want to show me the next toy. We have plenty to go through.”

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