Bachira Meguru (n): The Obsessive Type.

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ 🔊 bachira meguru (n): the obsessive type.

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏/ • yandere tendencies, all characters are adults.

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏​ ͏ ͏similar: a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

it's canon that there's something a bit sinister about bachira— something a little off. it makes me believe he isn’t the conventional lover you’d want him to be.

bachira is an obsessive type, meaning if he enjoyed something he would indulge in it in an excessive, unhealthy amount. it's unfiltered. and as cute as he is, there is a brewing darkness inside of him that he's been open about since he was a child. so much so that he's seemingly made friends with it, referring to this imaginary friend as a "monster," and often talking to and about it as if they were longtime friends.

you to bachira was no exception. he was attracted to you because you were self-assured, not in a cocky way? but in a way that you have a level head on your shoulders. you're seemingly at peace with yourself and where you are in life— and bachira is intrigued by that because he hasn't.. felt that. bachira has never known the happiness that is being surrounded by those who love and accept him like you did when you were a child. much like how he was drawn to isagi, it's similar with you. but instead, bachira doesn't want to coexist and awaken something in you: he wants to possess you because he views you as some sort of angel— you're a virtue who makes him feel tranquility he's never had when he was young. it feels euphoric for him when he's with you for the simple fact he feels protected, heard and accepted even despite his.. eccentric personality. all the things he gotten tormented for; you love. you actively heal his innermost trauma which is why he'd go to extremes rather than letting you go.

you balance him out. he’s very childish, whimsical and chaotic whereas you are nurturing, doting and stable. you’re his anchor in many ways but it’s most evident emotionally. he has moments of weakness where he needs your constant reassurance that you love him, having to promise him a thousand times that you won’t leave him for someone else— his biggest fear is being alone but when he met you it shifted into: he’s afraid of you leaving him all alone.

the relationship definitely an odd pairing according to the public eye. one would assume that you’d be a better fit for someone like rensuke, seishiro or maybe even rin because from the outside it seems as though there’s a dynamic that puts you in a more dominant role. the way bachira so easily clings onto you and finds himself falling asleep in the crook of your neck, solely being lulled into peace from the sound of your voice. he’s incredibly touch starved and often gets restless and agitated when he’s away from you for too long. your touch, your smell, the warmth you produce— it’s like his lifeline.

he is submissive to you in certain aspects, even a bit codependent to a trained eye from the outside looking in, but this wasn't the entire truth.

see, bachira is an brilliant actor and while he does put on a world class performance of being the whimsical, cutesy boy toy— he’s an excellent manipulator. bachira has gotten to a point where does it so we that he doesn’t realize he’s doing it anymore, its altered his sense on reality.

the best way to describe it would be to say there’s a hidden dimension of the relationship that you’re totally unaware of, but he is. bachira is the puppet master and you're his most prized doll. because you’re so nurturing, kind, and naive, you play right into his game every time. you would never suspect your darling, dear bachira to ever do such a thing. in your eyes your sweet boyfriend could never do anything wrong, let alone manipulating you. into what? not leaving him? you know he has some issues to be worked out in therapy, but you've already reassured him countless times that you only have eyes for him and not a soul could change that.

“you know if you ever, ever, ever~ ♡ left me for someone else..” he's breathless in your ear as his hips rut into you from behind but there's so clearly a smile in his voice. if only you could see the unhinged look on his face, but his bicep is wrapped around your neck in a light chokehold. the only thing you can focus on his the headboard in front of you. “i’d kill them— i’d kill them and i'd record it so I could send it to you as a gift. isn’t that romantic?” but little do you know, he actually dead serious. he’d go lengths to assure you’ll never leave his clutches.

“chira— d-on’t say t-things like that.. ah..” you whine, dainty fingers gripping the soft bedsheets underneath you. you're too under the influence of an orgasm to really process his words, for now you think of it as chira being chira. “you feel so.. good..”

“you’re mine— ‘nd you’ll be my bitch forever, yah~ ♡? my pretty princess.. my angel?” he says as he picks up his pace, now chasing his own high as you near your own. the sounds of skin on skin from his pelvis hitting the meat of your ass and the high-pitched moans coming from both you and him were explicit and pornographic.

“always.. always!” the tightening around the base of his cock from your high and your cries are what essentially push him over the edge, making him unload deep inside your hole. the simple implication or rather.. agreement that you'll be his forever was enough for him.

nevermind the aggressive love bites that have sense drawn blood, bachira will just give you that pretty puppy-eyed look and apologize for getting out of hand. he never "means" to, honest. he totally doesn't get the sweet satisfaction of marking what he considers his property.

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callie baby do u have any spare thoughts on our lord and saviour satoru gojo on this fine Thursday?

AALI! im late getting to this bc i had friends in town but HI i love u <3

lately i have been plagued thinking about doing a test of courage with satoru. the two of you decide to slip into an abandoned building one weekend, along with the rest of your friends. you creep through the creepy old building with him beside you, trailing behind the rest of the group and holding a shitty flashlight that hardly provides any light.

you can feel the adrenaline creeping into your bloodstream with every unfamiliar sound, n satoru deliberately makes sudden noises when he walks to watch the way you jump out of your skin. the whole thing just freaks you out. you've never been one for these types of things, truthfully. it was shoko's idea in the first place, you just tagged along because satoru had asked you to come.

at some point, when the group has rounded a corner in front of you and disappeared from sight, you ask satoru a question to help quell your nerves. when he doesn't answer, you whip around to realize that he's no longer beside you and you're alone in this dark, somewhat disgusting hallway.

you peer at every piece of dust covered debris, shining the light on piles of rubble and trash that look suspicious in the dark. the light shakes slightly as you call out to him, the voices of the rest of your friends receding deeper into the building as you leave them behind. you take careful steps, like the floor will give out under you.

"satoru?" you call. "come on! this isn't funny!"

no response. your voice echoes eerily through the empty hallway.

"please just come out," you say again, trying to sound brave. "I really don't like this!"

no response again, but there is a shuffle from a dark corner ahead and to the left. a small indent in the wall that leads to a door that's been rusted shut. the light in your hand dies out as if on cue and you call again for satoru, creeping toward the sound.

"is that you, satoru?" you squeak out, trying your best to make out any figures waiting for you in the nook.

then, there's a stomp and a figure closes the foot of distance between you and the corner, pulling you into it with two strong hands on your shoulders. you squeal, startled out of your skin as you're pushed against the wall.

in front of you, you can make out the white glow of satoru's hair and his distinctive laugh bubbles up from in front of you. you hit him in the chest with a light slap.

"you fucking asshole," you exhale, calming down. "you scared me. don't do that shit again."

"aw, but it was so fun," he says lightly.

"not for me," you huff.

satoru doesn't respond and with the adrenaline still in your limbs, you tremble slightly. you can tell that he's looking out you, barely able to make out his features in the dark. it distorts his smile, makes him look uncanny and creepy. you shift a little as he keeps you pinned against the wall, barely an inch between the two of you. his breath fans across your face.

"satoru?"

he says nothing, just looks at you with what you think is his signature smile. fear bubbles in your chest again.

"you're scaring me," you say again.

you feel his knee press between your legs, resting against the warmth of your core.

"say something."

your breath comes quickly, heart pounding in your chest because in this light, satoru looks like he's barely human. you can make out only the slight impression of his face, the whites of his eyes and teeth standing out the most. he looks like he's hungry. his knee adds pressure to your core.

"satoru," your voice comes out small.

he leans in close to you, his breath fanning out against your face. then, he moves his head quickly so that his mouth is on your neck and you squeak out in surprise. his teeth graze your skin and you're sure that he can feel your quick pulse against his lips.

"you're too easy," he mutters into your neck, dragging his mouth against your neck until he reaches your lips.

superficial fear pounds in your throat and you hardly have a moment to collect yourself before he's putting his mouth to yours and taking you by the hips, holding you against the pressure of his knee. you exhale shakily against him and kiss him back, letting his tongue snake its way into your mouth in the dark. your hands find their way into his hair and you move your hips slightly over his knee. satoru lets out a hungry, shaky sigh.

you can still vaguely hear the excited squeals of your friends from where they've wandered far away from the both of you. quietly, you make out haibara asking where the two of you have gone, but you pay it absolutely no mind. you're a little busy.

ordinary.

suna rintaro x fem reader suna is no one special to you, but he doesn't mind. warning(s): nsfw, hate sex, slight revenge porn, being filmed without consent, suna spanks you once, sexual transaction minors do not interact.

the night presses against you in a tight hug, its smoky arms palming against your body. you don’t like venturing out when the night has gotten so thick that it seems to take on a life of its own, pulsing and breathing and stretching out as far as the naked human eye can see. it makes you reconcile with how truly weak you are, no better than a newly born deer wobbling on its shaky legs as it stares down uncertainty right in the face.

you want to believe you’re better than a newly born animal, above the vulnerability and practically lying in wait for a predator to come by and steal its life. but your conscience seems to scream otherwise as you trudge through the dimly lit parking lot and up to the singular car parked there. you blame the late hour to explain why this area is so devoid of people; gymnasiums like the one you’re at are normally bustling with life. it feels wrong, it feels forbidden, to see its barrenness like this and to realize that this world is a lot bigger than you want to give it credit for.

you are a fool, no better than the same deer that runs straight into the road, you decide as you tap impatiently on the closed windows of the car. you muster up a scowl onto your face as the person on the driver’s side rolls the windows down, and his familiar features flood your eyes.

disgusting. 

“you’re the only person in the world that would have the nerve to call me out here when it’s this late,” you seethe, the aggression in your voice and face dripping off of you in hissing waves. “and all because you can’t keep your dick in check.”

the man in front of you keeps his placid yet narrowed eyes. his countenance remains unreadable as always, and you’re the only one in the whole wide universe that can pick up the slight annoyance that boils behind his theatrically calm demeanor. he squashes his lips into a thin line, and while he looks utterly displeased to see you as well, he doesn’t respond right away to you. 

he moves forward to prop the phone in his hand against a little device on his dashboard that keeps it upright, the lit-up screen facing him. he taps at it for a little bit, nothing too important that you’d care enough to find it out what. 

he simply rolls his windows back up before his deft fingers unlock the car doors for you, and you huff to yourself. he jerks the handle of his seat, and he yanks the driver’s seat as far back as it’ll go, granting you enough room to climb in once you open the door.

“and you actually showed up. i feel like that says more about you than it does about me.” his words are carefully picked, disguised thorns that nip and wound your ankles. you two can go back and forth for days, sharpening and picking out the most heinous of words to hurl at each other, but with him beckoning for you to step into the night and with you following him ardently, you spare him your insults.

suna rintaro. 

even his name feels like bitter coals against your tongue. unlike delicious foodstuffs that make you want to savor the taste, to roll it against the inside of your cheeks and to melt with it, everything about this man makes you bristle with hate.

“i’m only here because you said you’d help me.” the car becomes far more cramped the moment you slide inside, facing him and your back to the small device holding suna’s phone for him. you don’t press yourself up against suna’s body immediately, opting to keep as much distance as you can between yourself and him. you can only look so dignified with your back and head cramped up against the ceiling of the car, and you exhale disappointedly.

suna leans back languidly in the driver’s seat. he still has his volleyball uniform on, the words ‘ejp raijin’ stretched across his broad chest. “and what if i was lying? what would you do then?”

“you wouldn’t lie to me. i know we don’t get along, but that just means i know you better than i’d like to. you’re filthy and awful and scummy, but you aren’t a liar.” you’re not entirely sure if your words are true, but you’re too prideful to admit that he could lure you so easily to him for a booty call. you’re willing to gamble on his goodwill for once. 

“not too shabby. you must really like him, if you’re willing to drop everything and come out here to fuck me.” suna breaks out into a cold smile, and your prediction seems to be right. the man in front of you stretches out the word ‘him’ as if to mock you, and his smile widens a tad. “don’t you find it funny? that you’re fucking another man to get closer to your crush?”

“quit talking before i slap your mouth off,” you mutter. you shouldn’t let him provoke you, not when he’s right. you can’t find another way to describe him other than the fact that you hate him with every fiber of your being.

you can’t help but compare him to your crush. your man-that’s-not-quite-your-man, your oblivious prince charming that needed just a little bit of a push to start taking an interest in you, the best friend to none other than the very man you wish spades upon every waking moment of your life. 

“hey, i can’t set you up with atsumu if you hurt me like that.” he motions for you to come closer to him, and suna wiggles his uniform pants off, gripping his cock and freeing it from his boxers. you leer at him through the barely existent lighting that peers through the windows. he slides his shirt off, giving you a generous view of his broad chest and abs. you purposefully choose not to admire him. 

it’s not like the first time suna’s demanded something like this from you, and it’s not the first time you’ve complied. you’ve asked him to do the same multiple times. it’s unfortunate that the two of you hate each other so much, especially when your existences are so convenient for the other. 

and leave it to suna to take advantage of the fact that you’re madly in love with his old high school teammate and to mockingly play wingman for you in exchange for sex. where atsumu is shining, beautiful, and exceptional in every way, suna is the opposite. he couldn’t charm you even if his life depended on it, and everything, from his deadpan face to his outlook on life, about him is just so normal. he’s plain. he’s truly a john doe through and through to you, and it infuriates you that he has the gutsiness to demand something like this. 

you don’t get down on your knees to suck his cock. instead you come closer, and in one swift movement, you slide your shirt over your head. tossing it over to the passenger’s seat, you undo your bra and throw it to the side as well. suna’s usually unfeeling eyes widen at the sight of your bare breasts, and you crawl onto his lap. placing a hand next to his head and onto the driver’s seat, you steady yourself on top of him.

“let’s make ourselves clear here. i don’t want you to take advantage of me, and i’m sure you don’t want lackluster sex either. we can put our differences aside for this much, yeah?” your voice sounds a lot more sultry than you’d like it to be, and something deep inside your stomach burns. his cock hovers between the two of you, almost as if waiting for you to take your pants and underwear off so you can sink fully onto it.

“i thought our terms were clear enough already.” suna’s face crumples into a sour scowl. he scoffs, “you have sex with me, and i set you up with atsumu. that’s all there is, right?”

you grab one of suna’s wrists, and you bring it to your chest, shaping his palm to cup your breasts. “i just wanted to make sure. i didn’t want this to be some elaborate ploy of yours to humiliate me.”

“if i wanted to humiliate you, i’d find a better way to do it. this is so uncreative. i’m not as stupid as you think i am, missy.” the man starts to grope your tits, his thumbs pressing and passing over your nipples. you swallow back a pleasured sigh as the first few telltale jolts of arousal flicker like weak candlelight in your core. you frown at the pet name he hurls at you as if it were a weapon. he smiles wryly to himself as both of his hands fully massage your chest, your plush flesh filling up the wide expanses of his palms perfectly. “i genuinely just want sex because i’m horny, and you’re a convenient hole for me to fuck. you’re so fucking desperate to get atsumu’s attention that it’s almost pitiful to watch.”

you grit your teeth as suna pinches your nipples gently, his pointed eyes meeting yours in sync as if he’s waiting to watch you crumble and moan under his touch. he’s going to have to do a lot more if he thinks he can break you that easily. instead you lower your hips slightly until the tip of his cock is pressed up against your clothed crotch. you hear him suck in a harsh breath when you rub your hips against his dick, grinding down on him ever so slightly. 

“if you wanted sex, why not hit up one of your groupies? or, i don’t know, take advantage of one of your diehard fans. i know for sure that i’m not the only person you have on call like this.” you’re making it a point to tease him, only rubbing back and forth on his dick a little to rile him up. you can see the veins in suna’s neck start to strain against his skin, and he swallows heavily. your lips curl into a sickeningly fake smile. “do you have a crush on me or something, suna?”

“in your fucking dreams,” he mutters. in retaliation, he twists your nipples harshly, and you cry out in pain. he keeps pulling at your hardened buds, the sting and the pleasure of having your nipples tugged making you jerk uncontrollably against his lap. a loud hiss escapes from the volleyball player, and scalding hot pleasure flashes through his abs. “don’t think so highly of yourself. the only specific reason why i called you here is because i want you to ride me like the cock hungry slut you are. i want to see you bounce up and down on my cock, to fucking cum all over it, to make a mess out of yourself and moan my name all while pretending that you’re having sex with me to get to another man.”

you force back a laugh. “you have a weird fetish, suna.”

“say what you want.” one of his hands let go of your chest and fly up to your face. he grips your cheeks and drags you down to where his face is. “kiss me.”

your lips collide with his. he tries to shove his tongue into your mouth when he gets the chance to, but you rebuke him. instead, you bite down on his lower lip, smirking into the violent kiss when you hear suna grunt. you can feel your teeth marks engraved into the soft tissue of his mouth, and you know they’re going to hurt for a while. only then do you let suna stick his tongue down your throat. it’s sloppy, messy, and loud, with him kneading at your tits as if he wants to rip them off and you playing with his cock, denying him the full pleasure he wants.

your lungs strain, needing air. you wrench yourself away from suna to breathe, and suna only grants you a few inhales before he’s back on you again, lips refusing to merge into a coherent rhythm and spit flying everywhere between the two of you. god, such a thing would be so fucking hot if it were literally any other man, but the only thing you have to fool the second pulse that thrums in your insides is the hope that you’ll be doing this with someone you actually love soon enough.

“fucking hell-,” suna grumbles in between kisses, “you even kiss like a whore.”

“and you like it. your dick’s still really hard, you dog.” you push at his shoulders, forcibly separating yourself from him again. it’s hard for the both of you to keep at it like this, but your respective prides refuse to back down. you can see the hazy gloss that’s taking over suna’s eyes and the barely visible flush of his cheeks, and you can envision the itch that’s consuming his body, his cock screaming at him to quit the theatrics and to just fuck you like there’s no tomorrow.

you’re not much better too. your body keeps heating up as if you’ve caught a fever, and your insides burn with need. you need something big and thick stuffed into you fast, otherwise you’re going to do something you regret because you need dick so badly. you let suna yank your pants down, the wetness that follows your underwear from your cunt making your chest stir.

he maneuvers you out of them until you’re completely naked in front of him. there’s nothing hiding you from his gaze now, nothing other than the dark protection of the night. his cock twitches, eager at the thought of burying itself into your slick walls.

“do you have any condoms on you?” you ask, getting ready to lean back and dig one out from his glove box compartment. “i didn’t bring any since you called me out on such short notice.”

“fuck me without one.” 

you stop dead in your tracks. you whirl back towards him, glaring at him with barely contained rage. “fuck you raw? have you actually lost your fucking mind, suna? no! fucking you without any protection is a recipe for disaster.”

at the best, he might brag to his teammates that you let him hit it raw. at the worst… you vehemently shook your head. you didn’t even want to think about it.

“what? fine, if you don’t want to fuck me, then so be it. there’s a whole line of other girls who’ll be happy to get the opportunity to get to know atsumu more closely. surely you didn’t think that you’d be the only one?” the sly grin suna tosses back to you is nothing short of fox-like. your fingers itch to wrap themselves around his throat and strangle him to death right there and then for trapping you in a place like this. maybe seeing his lifeless body splayed out in front of you would do something to quell the boiling anger that threatens to spill out and snap your bones. 

your lips quiver slightly. you don’t want to weigh the options. well, it was more like suna wasn’t going to give you the illusion of choosing to begin with—you make a mental note to find a pharmacy and to fork over whatever money needed for morning-after contraception the very instant you’re done with this fiasco.

you crawl back to where you were and position yourself above his cock. you don’t need a fancy overture or anything, not when the shame that stirs in your stomach like a big snake hurts more than the physical reality. suna inhales deeply when his cockhead pushes past your folds. you’re not going to let him off so easily.

bracing your thighs, you lower yourself just the slightest bit. you steady your breathing as his pre-cum smeared tip makes it past your hole, stretching out the tight ring of muscle. suna’s eyes are fixed in between your hips, right where your cunt meets his length. he’s expecting you to sink down all the way, to take him to the hilt and feel his size throbbing and invading every little nook of your insides, waiting for your inner walls to squeeze around him and commit the shape of his thick length to memory.

except you don’t.

you lift yourself again, only letting the head of his cock enter you. frustration and confusion runs across suna’s face as you continue, slowly repeating the bobbing motion with your hips. you’re sure it’s driving suna wild: being deprived of the pleasure he had expected would fall into place so easily, with only such a small part of his cock being granted entry into your warm, wet walls. you’ve never seen suna look so angry, and it makes some sick part of you sing with happiness.

“oh, you’re fucking kidding me…,” he exhales. he’s calm about it; even when driven to such extreme emotion, he refuses to fully lash out at you. you’d tease him for being such a gentleman if you were in any place to talk.

“i’m not. patience is a virtue, suna. i’m getting to it.” it’s only half of a lie. you do fully intend on fucking suna properly, but it wouldn’t hurt to let him sample the acrid burn of shame as well. not entirely a taste of his own medicine, but it’s enough to satisfy you.

suna’s hands latch themselves to your hips. his eyes flare with fury, barely containing himself. “i’m going to be nice just this once. you either ride me properly, or i’ll make you fucking regret it. i’m not the kind of man to be toyed with.”

heat coils all around you from the inside out. you want it, you want to fuck him, you want to have a better feel of the dick that’s right underneath you. your body needs it, to feel the delicious stretch of a nice thick cock pushing you to your limit, the kind of dicking that leaves you breathless and brainless all the same. but it’s suna you’re talking about, and you’d eat rocks than hand anything over to him this easily.

“i should be the one saying that. you’re the one that has the audacity to ask for raw sex.” your words are pointed and punctuated. the corner of his mouth twitches slightly, almost like he wants to retort right back in your face, but he stops himself.

“fine. have it your way,” he says plainly, “but don’t say i didn’t warn you.”

you don’t even have time to gloat over your momentarily won victory over your nemesis. suna, mustering all of his strength, the muscles he’s built and torn down and refined from the countless time he’s spent pouring himself into volleyball, grips your hips and forcibly pushes you down all the way on his cock.

“huh- wait-!!”

the intrusion wipes your mind entirely blank. you don’t have the brainpower to muster a full fledged scream. your voice extinguishes like a light blown out on the tip of your tongue. your body feels like it’s being ripped into two, your pussy being shoved outwards but also caving in on itself all at once. you stiffen and freeze in his hold, your hole rendered utterly unable to adjust to the thickness and the length that’s been fucked into you in one fell swoop.

it’s cloud nine for suna. he ensures that you can’t move from his firm grip before he lets himself relish the feeling of your stupidly addictive cunt squelching and clenching all around him. he loves this moment, the first few seconds of properly penetrating you. you yap too much for your own good, but good god, your cunt always sucks him in and flutters all around him as if you’re a virgin taking cock for the first time.

it’s enough to have him crawling back, as much as he hates to admit it. it’s a good thing that you’re not fully aware of how much control you have over this man. he’d hate it if the precarious dynamic that the two of you have were to tip over all in your favor. he hates feeling such animosity towards someone to begin with, but he hates losing even more. 

“hurts- t-take it out- ‘t’s too big…!” big hot teardrops are already obscuring your vision, the pain shooting and taking root deep in your gut. the fact that the pain feels good makes it even worse. you shouldn’t be getting off to this, not to the fact that suna just pushed you down all the way on his shaft without any prep. 

he instead moves to bury his head into the crook of your neck. his lips are right by your ear, and you can feel his breathing. steady in the rhythm but shaky, savoring the ephemeral sensation of his dick irrevocably and undeniably dominating your sweet hole. he just laughs mockingly, “i warned you. now you’re going to be good and take it. don’t make this harder for yourself than it has to be.”

you whimper, a few fat tears falling from your face and landing in the darkness below. you grip onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his toned muscle as if that would do anything to anchor you. the throbbing pain in your cunt is becoming a little more bearable as your walls loosen up and take him in. you’re thankful that suna had made out with you before; the lubrication from being turned on from that must have been a lifesaver.

a strangled cry dies out on your lips as he starts moving his own hips, thrusting upwards into your hole. you weakly rock yourself in rhythm with him, trying to take your mind off of the humiliation that seeps in like a water leak by deluding yourself into thinking that the pleasure will outweigh the pain. 

“there we go. that’s more like it. i like you so much more when you’re being agreeable for once. it’s such a shame that i have to take such violent means to get you to behave.” suna’s adam’s apple bobs. you bounce yourself shamelessly on his dick, sucking him in all the way without any resistance now that your walls have been blown out already. it’s beyond euphoric. suna wishes modern science could invent a fleshlight that’s a carbon copy of your pussy already. 

his mouth latches onto one of your tits, and his tongue wraps around your nipple as he sucks at your chest. he loves having free range on your body like this, knowing that you’re too helpless to do anything about it. you grit your teeth for what feels like the millionth time tonight. the tipsy pleasure that dances about your midriff is trickling dangerously up to your head, threatening to push out any of the thoughts that linger in your head. 

“y-you’re the worst-,” you sob out. you wish you had the strength to at least be mean back to him. instead, you sound so weak and frail, shockwaves of heat and embarrassment pooling in your core. your arousal sloshes around inside of you. it’s no better than a glass of water that’s filled to the brim, just waiting for the little extra bit to be poured in to have it tip over. 

“ah, ah, that’s not what i want to hear,” suna snarls. his eyes flash at you with such readied hostility that you unconsciously clench up around him. “fuck—shit! did you like that? fucking hell, you’re even worse than i thought.”

you claw at his shoulders. “shut up, shut up…!”

“use your nice words, since you want to act like such a brat. what are you, a child? don’t you know how adults talk to each other? i mean, look at us. we’re having sex in my car. i really don’t think it gets any more adult than this.” he thrusts up harshly into you, and you recoil immediately. your back arches, and your spine is assaulted with tingles. he’s going to break you, fuck your pussy beyond the point of no return, mold it fully to the selfish shape of his cock.

god, that can’t happen, you can’t have that happening. you can’t lose out to him this easily. not when you have someone else you want to give your heart to, not when the man underneath you is someone who wants to rip you until you’re nothing but an unraveled spool of thread and dirtied stuffing.

“...feels good-,” you choke out the words as if you’re coughing up blood. “it feels good… y-your cock is making me feel good, suna…!”

“rintaro-,” he cuts you off. for the first time, you see the way his face melts into a genuine smile. it’s sinister and ugly, and your stomach both cringes in disgust and purrs with delight. “-call me by my first name. c’mon, moan it with that sweet voice of yours.”

you hate how easily he can toy with intimacy like this. you aren’t one of those prudish romantics who believe strictly in waiting for ‘the one’ to do anything special, but god, you also  hate cynical people like him that can throw things around like it means nothing. you whimper and mewl, your toes curling as he keeps fucking himself into you. the tip of his cock prods deeper and deeper, spearing your body mercilessly on his inches. 

he’s already dangerously close to your deepest parts, ghosting over the place that makes you see stars and lose your mind. you sniff back your tears, and the tightness in your chest won’t undo itself. you pause, hesitating on whether or not you can sell parts of your heart like that.

“i said-,” the man raises his hand, “-moan my first name.”

“eek!” you scream as he smacks your ass, the brunt of his big palm brought down hard against the soft curves of your behind. the cold realization that settles in on you is almost enough to bring you back down to reality.

he hit you. 

he laid a hand on you. 

he spanked you. 

“r-rintaro…!” the syllables feel weird and jumbly in your mouth, and your voice doesn’t sound like your own as you cave and bend to his will. your cunt greedily takes his cock in, loving the friction of his thickness sliding in and out of you wildly. you’re so far gone from the conflicting feelings inside you as you ride him. he’s so goddamn thick and big, and the sex is just too, too good to be real.

he grins again, and with how the darkness shrouds part of his face, he looks particularly unpredictable. “what a good girl. i wish there was a way for me to show you what you look like right now. you look absolutely fucked. do you like my cock that much?”

you want to shake your head no. you desperately want to answer him in the negative. but his hands shift just the slightest bit, and the still tingling sting from being hit by him has you flinching. you rock your hips a bit further, and when his cock is buried all the way deep inside of you, you expertly grind down back and forth on his dick, making sure your tight walls are properly milking him. it nets you a drawn out groan from suna. so he’s feeling good.

“love the way your cock feels, s- rintaro-,” you barely catch your mistake. tears stain your face, and you’re glad for how dark it is. suna did just tease you about your appearance, but the night lets you conceal yourself somewhat, consoling your wounded heart. “it feels so good inside me… m-my pussy loves the way your cock makes me feel-”

“yeah?” he quips at you. he licks up the side of your neck, and you shudder, clenching your eyes shut. the tip of his tongue traces the outline of your quivering lips, not quite catching your mouth into a kiss, but it leaves you shuddering in dread and in excitement all the same. your body’s so drunk off of the sex, constantly demanding more of his cock, to feel even more of it prodding against your insides and rearranging your guts. your hole craves and fiends for the way he splits you open, stretching you out to the point that you can’t get your priorities straight. 

“want it- wanna feel more of you, rintaro…!” your mouth and brain are spouting different things at the same time. your skin crawls with disgust as suna touches you, his fingers teetering on the edge of either violence or intimacy, your own mouth whispering love to him while you barely conceal your fangs. “fuck me more…! faster, harder, anything!”

he lets out an airy snort, almost like he’s laughing. “that’s more like it. pretty girls like you ought to say prettier things. about fucking time that you quit playing tough. you’re really no better than i am, aren’t you? you’d do anything for my cock, wouldn’t you?”

“anything!” you latch onto his words. you moan loudly when his cockhead prods at your womb. the pleasure and the shivers it gives you electrifies your brain, and it has you melting at the heat. you don’t even feel entirely human in that moment, more like an amalgamation of emotions and desires, taking on the form of a physical puppet of bone and flesh. but it’s a puppet for suna to play with as he pleases, bringing your hips down harder and harder against his thighs, relishing the way your drenched cunt squelches and makes all sorts of lewd noises from being stirred up by his cock.

“keep praising me. don’t you even think about stopping. i want to hear about how you can’t live without my cock, how you need to fuck it every night, how it’s the only thing that can make you cum. you can do that much for me, yeah? you wanna cum from my cock, don’t you?” his words swim through your ears. 

you’re far gone. your juices have leaked out all over your lower lips and legs, and they drip down all over suna’s legs as well. how aroused are you? how close are you to cumming? your pussy won’t quit clamping down on his length as you ride him like your life depends on it. up, down, up, down, at such a desperate, animalistic pace that your world spins. 

you nod, clinging to suna. “wanna cum- wanna cum so badly- wanna cum on your cock, rintaro! i don’t wanna cum on anyone else’s cock- only your cock! my pussy only feels good if it’s you, don’t ever wanna fuck any other cock…!”

“that’s my girl. get hooked on it all you want.” he kisses you, and you can vaguely feel the corners of hips rising into a selfish smirk. his hips thrust up into yours, and your stomach coils in on itself. it’s so fucking hot, and with how you’re pressed up against him, your bodies intertwine perfectly. fighting, clashing, connecting, it’s like your very thoughts and movements are intermixed with his. 

“rintaro- wanna cum, rintaro- make me cum-,” you beg breathlessly. suna’s chest soars with sick pride. the moonlight and the flickering lights of the parking light cast such an angelic glow on your absolutely depraved face. your lips are swollen, and your eyes look as if they’ve lost all direction. you, the normally so uptight one, always so quick to put him in his place and dig your fangs down on every vulnerable inch he gives you, look nothing short of disgustingly holy. it makes suna almost mad that he has to admit you look good even at your lowest.

he ruthlessly pounds his hips upwards into you. the car trembles and shakes with the sudden force, and your legs ache with how frantically you’re bounding up and down on his entire length. he’s coated all over with your slick, and he knows he shouldn’t be this rough on his car. but he can’t stop now, can he? 

not when your larklike voice is singing this beautifully for him. not when you’re clutching onto him as if you’re afraid to let go. not when he’s this tantalizingly close to subjugating your body and mind down to the finest pieces.

his tip glides right into your g-spot. a white flash dominates your vision, and a pained cry forces its way through your lips. you clench around him dangerously, and suna lets out a grunt. you’ve shown your unspoken weakness, and you’re nothing more than a convenient hole for him to fuck and abuse. he thrusts into your sweet spot over and over again, until your voice is rapidly turning hoarse from screaming out his name. nail and claw marks dot his neck, chest, and shoulders. they hurt, but because it’s from you, it edges him even further.

“gonna cum soon too, princess,” suna whispers coarsely. he grins into your skin again. “think you can cum with me? wanna cum with me?”

“yeah- cum with me…! ‘m so close, rintaro.” your voice is so wet and sloppy, just like your messed up cunt. suna doesn’t think he’ll ever get sick of you mewling out his first name like that. stealing your body is fun, but stealing your dignity has to be so much sweeter.

his balls jerk and tighten against his body, and the haziness in his brain becomes almost impossible to fight against. it’s true that you were supposed to be nothing but a quick fuck, but he wants to take his time and enjoy the husk of a woman you are. he leans back one final time, letting himself drink in the sight of your empty eyes and glassy cheeks. 

he did that to you. he’s fucking you so well that you, his sworn enemy, has no choice but to succumb to the pleasure once again. it’s a lesson that neither of you seem to learn from. suna wants to mock you for it, but he’s no better than you. he has no right to taunt you.

“fuck-,” he pants out, “-’m gonna cum, lovely- take it all f’me, yeah? yeah, there we go- be a good girl, for fucking once in your life, and take my cum!”

you shriek as he pulls himself flush against your body. he pumps himself into you harshly, and he yanks your body down onto his lap, making sure you can’t pull yourself off of him. you smack futilely at him, but you’re only given the brief chance to see his adoring face through the dim light before something warm explodes deep inside of you.

“r-rintaro!” pleasure and heat overruns your body. the pressure of his semen spurting straight into your womb pushes you entirely over the edge. your back arches, and your toes curl as you cum from being creampied. you throw your head back, grabbing onto whatever you can as you orgasm shamelessly all over suna’s cock. through all the fuzzy noise pounding about in your ears, you can hear him moan when your pussy milks him for the last time, the strains of your shared orgasm with him pulling more and more of his sticky cum deeper into you.

it floods your womb. your stomach feels heavy, weighed down by the semen that invades your cervix. it’s warm, too warm, and you’re still reeling from your climax when suna pulls you towards him, letting you collapse against his torso. you gasp and lay there on top of him, your two bodies sweating and connecting for a few silent minutes while you both collect your bearings.

he’s too good. he’s too good at fucking you. you fucking came together with him. you don’t have a full grasp of your thoughts just yet, but knowing that just feels nothing short of erotic. you suck in a deep breath through your nose, swallowing past the thickness that settles like dust in your throat, and let him stay buried inside of you for a bit longer. 

you can’t get the buzzing high to leave your mind. you’re a mess, a fucked out, dicked down mess, slumped across suna as if you were expecting him to hold you tightly. you don’t want to look at his face, not when you know he’s the one with his cock stuck inside of you, his cum intermingling with yours, using his dick as a momentary plug.

suna carefully props you up, and you stare lifelessly into the back of his car. you can hear him reach for his phone in his little device, and you can hear the little ‘click-clack’ of his nails tapping at the screen. you don’t heed it any mind; he’s not someone you can expect any actual aftercare from, and he’s probably just checking his notifications.

your thighs won’t stop shaking when you finally have the courage to peel yourself off of the man underneath you, and a thick glob of cum oozes out of you when you take yourself off of his dick. he almost laughs at you, but you ignore him, wordlessly reaching for your clothes and practically collapsing onto the passenger’s seat while you rifle around his car for some napkins to clean yourself up.

“you walked here, didn’t you?” he’s the first to make conversation. you hastily wipe at the warm cum that’s still oozing out of your cunt, trying to keep most of it from dripping down onto his car seats. you sneak a glance at him, and you keep your expression as nonchalant as possible.

“i did. what about it?”

suna pauses, and he shakes his head. “just an observation. you’re not going to be able to walk anywhere in your condition. do you want me to drive you home?”

“that… would be nice,” you admit. you tug your shirt down over your chest, covering yourself up and turning away from him slightly. you don’t want to face him, face the reality of your actions. your body tugs heavily on you, like the weight of your own self is too much for your conscience to bear. 

he’s being uncharacteristically agreeable, but you know he’s right. you’re in no place to mock him for his kindness, not when there’s cum shoved deep into your pussy and your clothes haphazardly thrown back onto your aching body. you wait for suna to hastily throw his own uniform back on, and you mumble a half-hearted ‘thanks’ at him as he starts the car up.

the ride back home commences entirely in silence.

suna doesn’t wish you goodnight, nor does he look you in the face when you arrive home. you don’t wish him anything in return either, simply shutting the door plainly behind you and disappearing into the comfort of your home. 

you don’t need to harbor any more thoughts of him now. your heart swells with excitement, and a flurry of excitement stirs inside of you. it’s hope that blooms in your chest, dispelling any of the doubt and shame from earlier in the night. if things went well and suna keeps up his side of the promise that you fulfilled, by this time next week, you’ll be hanging off of atsumu’s arm instead. 

you can’t wait.

…

…

…

a wistful exhale escapes from suna as he sits in the driveway by his house. it’s way past his bedtime, and in all honesty, he should have gone in a long time ago. but for whatever reason, he finds himself unable to leave his car, and he lounges around in the driver’s seat. his mind constantly replays the earlier events of the night, with you sleeping with him and with him having gotten his own fulfillment.

suna doesn’t know how to describe you. don’t get him wrong—he doesn’t think positively of you in any way. just as much as you loathe him, he abhors you right back. but simply chucking you into a box labeled ‘hate’ doesn’t sit right with him. the two of you are something more complicated than that, and the more he mulls over it, the more he thinks that there isn’t an appropriate word to fully encompass everything. 

hate is too visceral. the word is too simple. hate wraps things up with a bow too neatly, casts things aside without a second thought. love is too far from it, and the word is also too loaded, like a gun that suna doesn’t want to pull the trigger of. he scoffs at the thought of being in love with you; he’d rather cut off his limbs than think about imagining a future with you. you’re caught in that awkward middle, constantly teetering on the edge of something unknown and always tempting him to follow in your wake.

and he knows that. he knows he’s nothing like the guys you take an interest in. even now, with your heart and eyes fixated on his former schoolmate, suna is aware he can’t compete. atsumu is a shining, golden goose of a boy, and suna is simply lackluster in comparison.

the feeling that sticks to the roof of suna’s tongue isn’t jealousy. he feels too empty to describe it as something so lively as envy. that’s the issue with you. he feels too little to describe it as anything strong, but in that same breath, too much to chalk it up as nothing.

he bites his tongue as he inhales through his nose. suna reaches for his phone, and a forbidden rush courses through his veins as he opens up his camera roll. in it is a single video taken recently. the background is muddled and dark, but the events that are unfolding are clear as day. it’s a video of you riding him, perfectly captured unbeknownst to you, perfectly capturing all of your lewd acts with him and the way you cried out so lovingly for him, perfectly capturing the absolute two-faced cop out of a woman you are.

suna is a man of his word, and he’s promised you something. but for some weird reason, he doesn’t feel like seeing things through this time. he doesn’t know why, but his body acts before his rationale can logically explain things through.

he pulls up atsumu’s contact, and he brings up the text messages with him. it’s only been a few days since he last texted his friend, and nothing seems out of the ordinary. he opens his camera roll and clicks on the video he’s filmed of you, and it pops up in the text box, waiting for suna to bring down the hammer of judgment. 

what would atsumu think if he saw the video of you riding suna? of you fucking another man when you claimed so dearly that he was the only one for you? that you loved him? it takes everything in suna to keep himself from laughing like a godless maniac.

his finger hovers over the send button.

he presses it without a second thought.

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