The Kawata Twins Play Truth Or Dare With A Girl They Are Both Friends With (and Have A Crush On) Only

The Kawata twins play truth or dare with a girl they are both friends with (and have a crush on) only to find she has very little experience to the point she's never experienced an orgasm. 😎 you got this (please)

Yesssss, this will do for tonight

Truth, Dare, and Share: Nahoya Kawata & Souya Kawata x Fem!Reader

wc: 935

tw: smut, dub-con?

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"Truth or Dare, y/n?"

"Truth." Souya's eyes dart to his twin brother's face as it curls up in a devious grin.

"Nahoya, no," Souya begins, reaching over to grab his brother by the forearm. "Don't."

"What?" Nahoya wonders, raising his brows. The conversation before having you over resurfaces in his mind, and for a moment, Nahoya wants to tease his brother before allowing his more uncouth mind to take over and score for the evening.

"Don't," Souya repeats, eyes going wide. Nahoya stills, seeing the threat of tears looming in the distance. With a sigh, he resigns himself to asking a boring, mundane question.

"Y/n, have you ever kissed a guy before?" Souya and Nahoya watch you carefully as you think on the question, then - to their surprise - you shake your head no.

"I don't think kissing my dad on the cheek counts."

The shock and flabbergasted looks the twins give you are enough to make you frown, and then Souya pipes up, grabbing his brother's arm even tighter.

"You've never had a boyfriend?"

"Uh, no." The twins gape at your reply, then turn away to whisper amongst themselves. It's a minute before they turn back to you, and you glance between them. "Was it something I said?"

"Not really," Nahoya mutters sheepishly.

"Just one last question," Souya adds.

"Wait, I thought it was my turn now."

"It will be," Souya promises you, smiling tenderly. "We wanted to know if... If you've ever had an orgasm."

"An orgasm?" You shake your head at them, cheeks heating up. "Never. I was sure that would be something for when I started dating or something."

"We could show you how," Nahoya offers, suddenly less shy and more excited. "It's not too hard."

"I..." You look at your friends, at the innocent smiles they give you, and think about the worst that could happen.

"We won't hurt you at all," Souya affirms, crossing his arms over his chest and nodding once. "We'll just instruct you. You know, since we're all friends."

Innocence or naivete? You're not sure which one it is, but when your back is on Souya's bed, and your skirt is hiked up your hips, part of you wonders if you're being played for the fool. "Have you ever touched yourself before?"

You grunt, rolling your eyes. "Yeah. I have to wash down there and wipe."

"No," Souya corrects his brother, pushing him aside. "Like... touched yourself. For pleasure." You frown, and when Nahoya catches your look, he moves to the space behind your head and cradles it in his lap.

"Like this." Nahoya's fingers reach down to push your underwear to the side, but you clench your thighs together, trapping his hand.

"What are you doing?"

"Let me show you how." You slowly unclench your legs and allow him to part your folds carefully as if he were fingering the petals of a fragile flower.

"Shit," Souya breathes, looking down at your exposed cunt. "You're already wet." Nahoya slides a finger up and down your entrance, and you arch your hips up ever so slightly to meet his touch. It's light and doesn't hurt at all, but when he slips a finger into you, you clench up again, gritting your teeth.

"That feels wier--"

"Hey, hey, hey..." Nahoya coos, stroking your hair. "I'm not gonna hurt you. Just relax." You follow his instructions and he presses his finger into you fully, sinking down to the knuckle. You moan involuntarily, and Souya just watches, holding one of your legs by the knee and observing his brother's movements.

Nahoya appears to be skilled at this, moving his finger in and out without breaking a stride. And you squirm a little, feeling your body begin to thrum and almost vibrate with pleasure. Another finger goes in shortly after, and you moan louder, stretched taut with the digits deep inside of you.

"Look at that," Souya whispers. "She's so tight around your fingers."

"I can feel it," you hear behind you, then the orange-haired brother comes into your field of vision. "That feel good, baby?"

"Mmhmm." For a while, that's all the fingers do - go in and out and test your tightness. With time, you seem to loosen up and without warning, you grunt. "Faster."

Nahoya obeys, now curling his fingers up and delivering a sweeping sensation that almost knocks you out. You shudder and whimper, grinding against his palm as he works hard. "Feels... feels like..." There's a taut string in your chest and cunt that is on the verge of breaking; you try your best to keep it all from falling apart and cling to the fringes of your sanity. But you fail, and your mind screeches to a halt as you cry out and see white.

You're suspended there for ages, the release washing over your body in waves and delivering "feel-good, feel-great, feel-amazing," leg-shaking shivers down your weakened spine. It's just you and Nahoya's fingers driving you over the cliff and not daring to lift you back up into anything that resembles a clear head.

It takes a few blinks to bring you back to the dimly lit bedroom, but when you resurface from the depths of bliss, you're back in the room with the twins - one who is licking his fingers behind you, and the other, who looks about ready to take his own turn.

"However you did that," you say, panting. "Whatever you did to make me feel like that, do it again."

"With pleasure," Souya mutters, holding your legs apart and pushing his face into your cunt.

WIND BREAKER | hands rated E for everyone

Synopsis ✰ head cannons of what the boys think when dating someone who knows how to fight/isn’t afraid to start one

Characters ✰ Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, Hayato Suo, Jo Togame, Choji Tomiyama

Contains ✰ sfw! slight violence, cute content of the boys being impressed and slightly worried for your safety

Haruka Sakura ᡣ𐭩

❀ he’s in shock when he finds out you used to box as a kid growing up

❀ never would’ve imagined that you out of all people know how to fight (mainly because how gentle you are towards him)

❀ he’s been tempted before to ask you to fight him so he can test out your strength

❀ “no sakura, isn’t that domestic violence? we don’t do that.” he’d scold himself in his head

❀ he will unintentionally check you out at times trying to figure out how strong/athletic you are

❀ wonders if you can kick his ass

❀ he’s so curious on who’s stronger between you two

❀ stares in awe when he sees you punch someone

❀ he’s like an excited kid when he sees you fight for the first time

❀ gets flattered if you ever pick a fight over him

❀ will blush if you come to save him (even though he doesn’t need the protection)

❀ he’s highkey your number one fan/supporter and fails to hide it

❀ bro is geeking once you ask him if he’d like to see you train

❀ he thinks you’re super cool but won’t admit it due to shyness

Hajime Umemiya ᡣ𐭩

❀ was surprised when he saw you sucker punch some guy who was harassing you

❀ you’re not really a reactive or angry person so fighting is rare for you

❀ he’s relieved you know how to defend yourself

❀ likes how you don’t really resort to violence although you can/have the option

❀ he’s not too excited over knowing since almost everyone he knows can fight

❀ doesn’t really treat you any differently

❀ makes sure you know you have him to protect you now

❀ “i’m glad you can keep yourself safe, remember I’m also here to protect you.”

❀ warms his heart when he sees you get riled up for him

❀ calms you down with hugs

❀ is caught off guard once you tell him he can rely on you

❀ “don’t worry Ume, you have me now to save you!”

❀ smiles in response knowing he can handle himself

❀ is still flattered you’re willing to go the extra mile for him

Hayato Suo ᡣ𐭩

❀ is amazed by your fighting style

❀ cheerful whenever you win a fight and congratulates you

❀ prefers if you don’t fight

❀ will talk you out of a fight before it escalates

❀ he knows you can handle yourself but can’t stand the idea of you getting hurt

❀ will tend to your wounds if you ever do get hurt

❀ will be on stand by during any fight you have to ensure you don’t get badly injured

❀ “it’s not worth it, let’s go. i’ll buy you some ice cream.”

❀ will calm your nerves/anger by letting you vent it out and being there for you

❀ “you’re so passionate.” he’ll usually smile at you and ruffle your hair

❀ gets flattered if you ever get mad for him but lets you know it’s okay

❀ “don’t worry so much about me, i don’t really care as long as you’re okay.”

❀ you both feel very safe around each other

❀ you’ve become a lot more gentle around him

❀ you don’t really start fights anymore which he’s grateful for since he prioritizes your safety

Jo Togame ᡣ𐭩

❀ he’s slightly amused by it

❀ very impressed but won’t say much since he doesn’t want encourage you

❀ only cares if you get hurt

❀ most people stopped bothering you when they heard you were dating Togame

❀ he’s glad he knows you can take care of yourself when he’s not around

❀ he’ll personally take on your battles so you don’t have to

❀ doesn’t want anyone to bug you

❀ shocked when he catches you defending him

❀ his heart melts since he’s not used to having someone else wanting to protect him

❀ doesn’t feel alone with you

❀ despite him being so much larger than you he can’t help but feel safe around you

❀ don’t expect him to admit that, he won’t

❀ maybeeee he’ll admit it in private when you’re sleeping/napping against him

❀ is impressed by how you’re able to control your emotions at most times

❀ tells anyone who tries to start something went you off

Choji Tomiyama ᡣ𐭩

❀ bro is geeking over it

❀ expect him to be there at all your fights

❀ isn’t above cheering you on

❀ “GET HERRRR (y/n)!!”

❀ “shouldn’t you stop that?” “…am i supposed to?”

❀ is bolting to go find you anytime someone comes up to him while saying “Choji, (y/n) is fighting again.”

❀ doesn’t really mind your fights as long as you’re not losing yourself during it

❀ seriously is your #1 fan

❀ will break up the fight if it goes on for too long

❀ definitely wants to make sure it’s over before anything too rash happens

❀ he’s lowkey in awe

❀ stares at you with admiration whenever he sees you practicing or training

❀ he’s still your #1 fan even after you stop fighting so much

❀ falls even harder for you after you defend him from strangers

❀ he’s still insecure about his past reputation so seeing you be so defensive over him makes him feel loved

❀ he’s glad he has someone as strong as you in his corner (not just physically strong but emotionally strong as well)

. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ yandere teammates ] ˎˊ˗

[part two here]

part one of a yandere friend group, soccer teammates, who share a darling! this one also got long so there will be part 2 for that reason, but also im obsessed with these guys so 😊 anyway- headcanons continue below the cut, with some smut after that!

afab reader x 3 yandere teammates (oliver, skylar, and declan) 💕

tws: general yandere behavior, manipulation, y/n has female genitalia

nsft content (foreplay, oral (fem receiving,) fingering, being restrained, overstimulation, multiple orgasms).

minors dni 🎀 18+ only

💌 not only do the three of them play on the same college soccer team, but they have been best friends for as long as they could remember. they've always shared everything- and they're no strangers to sharing a partner, even before you came along.

💌 but once you do come along... well. sharing is caring, y/n, what else would you expect?

💌 oliver, the tall goofy friend, lays eyes on you first. for him, it's love at first sight. you're in the cafeteria on campus, minding your own business, but for oliver the world moves in slow motion. how has he never seen you around before? are you new? a transfer? god, he doesn't care- he just can't take his eyes off you.

💌 skylar, the pretty one with curly brown hair, takes notice second. at first he wonders why oliver is so distracted, but then oliver points you out to him. he whistles; not as enraptured as oliver, yet, but damn. he definitely sees what caught oliver's eye, and thinks they need to find a way to... get to know you better.

💌 he hits declan, the intimidating one with shaggy black hair, in the chest and gestures across the cafeteria to you. declan is the least interested at first, more interested in how enraptured oliver seems to be. because of that alone, he'll be the one who takes initiative in learning more about you- to make it easier for oliver or skylar to approach you, of course.

💌 he learns you share a class with skylar. he learns you are a transfer student, from a little community college in some little town. he learns you don't have any friends here yet. he also learns you've been looking for a math tutor... something he is extremely good at. how convenient!

💌 and just like that, multiple parts of your life have been carefully machinated. skylar sets his things down next to you in class everyday, and begins making friendly conversation, worming his way into your good graces with sweet smiles and a pretty face. declan cements himself as your math tutor swiftly, before anyone else can snap up the opportunity.

💌 the more he speaks to you, the more skylar starts to feel the things oliver was feeling. you're not the simple, attractive college student he expected you to be; you were captivating. the feeling grew at an uncomfortable speed in his chest, until seeing you in class again was all he could think about.

💌 now that you know two of them relatively well, expect to be invited to sit with the three of them in the cafeteria; skylar sees you stepping away from the food, looking around awkwardly for somewhere free to sit, and acts like he had no idea you were there; hey, y/n from literature! want to come sit with me and my friends? i think you know declan! (as if he doesn't know already!)

💌 finally oliver gets an in! he's good at playing it cool, like he hasn't been waiting days for the chance to talk to you. that doesn't mean he won't pull out all the stops to make you laugh, though. and hey, wouldn't you know it, he studies at the same cafe as you! maybe you should meet up more often, y/n? he'd love go study with you- skylar and declan have told him so much about you!

💌 you begin running into them more often, all around campus and even outside of school. at the library? the bookstore? the cafe down the road? the gym? walking between classes? it seems like at least one of them is always around! you don't have any friends in the area, so you're too busy being glad that someone wants to hang around you to be suspicious.

💌 as is his way, declan is the one who takes the longest to accept what he's feeling. when you sit across from him in the library, furrowing your brow at an equation and biting your lip while you think, he can't keep himself from staring at you. it probably didn't help that now both skylar and oliver spent 90% of their free time just gushing about you. he's the silent, broody type, intimidating to a large portion of the student population; but he can't help but smile so sweetly at you when you get an answer right, when the math makes sense in your head finally... and oh fuck, he's in deep.

💌 when you, for some reason, ARENT around, they spend all their free time (when not at practice) talking about you. they gather and share intel, like you're a top secret mission; are you struggling in any classes? have you been hanging out with anyone else? do you get along with your roommate? do any of them have classes with that one professor who was mean to you? anyone know how to hide a body?

💌 you won't notice it- at least one of them always makes sure to keep you occupied when they're up to something devious- but they will start slowly scaring off your other friends and love interests, while slowly making moves themselves.

💌 skylar sits closer in class, wrapping his arm around the back of your chair, bringing you your favorite drink order from the cafe... oliver sits so close that your legs touch while you study and hang out at the cafe, insists you call him 'oli,' invites you to play video games with him, always lets you win... declan takes you out for dinner after your tutoring session is over, pays for your meal, lets you pick the music in his car... and it doesn't stop happening when all three of them are together with you. if anything, it ramps up.

💌 oliver wants to make you absolutely dizzy with how sweet and funny and romantic he can be. skylar wants to prove that the three of them could provide anything you would ever need. declan wants to make you feel comforted, cared for, and safe.

💌 before you know it, oliver is happily holding your hand while you're walking to the cafe. he's so cool and collected on the outside, acting like this is all so normal, but on the inside? he's holding your hand- and you're letting him! he's freaking out. skylar starts playing with your hair, even in class, giving you his signature pretty-boy grin when he sees your face go red, trying not to get distracted. declan starts sitting next to you, not across from you, and has no issues leaning into you to help explain a problem. don't mind his hand on your leg, either y/n.

💌 they start getting you tickets to all their games, saving you the best seat they can get. skylar's family is loaded, so its always a GOOD seat. they grin and wave at you on the sidelines; skylar blows a kiss.

💌 they make their move on joint game night. they're not freshman, so they aren't required to stay in one of the dorms, and instead have rented one of the on-campus apartments to share between the three of them. by now, you are no stranger to being invited over. usually, you are there with the purest intentions.

💌 not tonight.

💌 you noticed that the touchiness seemed a little ramped up. skylar always on one side of you with his hand on your thigh, oliver finding any excuse to have his arm around your shoulders, declan always with his hand on your lower back when you passed each other. you barely noticed the heated looks in their eyes, passed between each other all night.

💌 tonight, no one was taking it easy on you, and you lost more often than you won. eventually you whined and complained, arguing that they were 'ganging up on you' as you sunk back into the couch. before you knew it, skylar had placed his hand on your thigh, higher up than normal.

💌 'seems like you're a little worked up, y/n,' he grins at you. 'need a little stress relief?'

💌 suddenly, declan is on the other side of you, tracing his fingers over the goosebumps on your exposed arm. oliver moves from his spot and kneels in front of you, the look in his eyes stealing your breath away. 'don't worry,' he says, 'we'll take care of you.'

💌 the second you offer even the hint of a nod, your fate is sealed for the rest of the night.

within minutes, oliver had pulled your pants and underwear down your legs, shimmying them out from under your hips and discarding them somewhere behind him. he was so quick about it, gaze focused solely on what was between your legs, like a man possessed; you try to squirm under his gaze, but soon find that skylar and declan aren't letting you go anywhere.

for his part, skylar grips your right thigh, pulling your right leg into his lap as he leans into you and begins placing soft, hot kisses against your throat and jawline. declan mirrors him, pulling your left leg towards him and holding it in a vice grip. he traces his fingertips gently over the exposed skin of your inner thigh, raising goosebumps and causing you to shiver.

oliver looks like the holy grail has been revealed to him as your legs are spread in front of him. he reaches for you, hooking his hands under your restrained thighs and pulling your hips to the edge of the couch. you gasp, but it's impossible for you to squirm, even when you flex your legs against the boys' grip.

"fuck," oliver grumbles in a low, raspy voice, his breath hitting your quickly dampening cunt and sending a sudden shiver through you. his arms curl further around you, pulling his face in closer. "fuck, you have no idea how long i've been waiting for this, y/n."

your breath catches in your throat, causing skylar to chuckle against your skin, but oliver wastes no more time, like he can't restrain himself any longer. he practically dives in, tongue swiping and plunging through you, eager to get a taste of everything you have to offer.

you gasp- you can't believe this is happening. you wonder if maybe you fell asleep on their couch, and this is all some sort of wild dream. declan, gazing hungrily at you like you're a feast in front of a starving man, notices the far off look on your eyes. with his free hand, he reaches out and grips your face, turning you to look at him. at the same time, skylar's free hand slides up under your shirt, pulling your bra down so he has access to your tits.

"losing focus already, y/n? we've barely even started with you. we have so much to learn about your body." between your legs, oliver swirls his tongue expertly around your clit, and your hips shake. declan grins- dark, hungry, devious. "you won't be done until you cum so much, you can't think of anything else but us."

it shocks you- declan is always the quiet one of the bunch, but his words settle like warm magic in your stomach, a tingling at the base of your spine. you gasp, mouth opening as oliver swirls his tongue again, before flattening it and licking all the way up your pussy, ending with a flick against your clit. he laps at you almost obsessively, like he'll never have enough. at the same time, skylar cups your left breast, kneading the flesh.

declan takes the opportunity to kiss you, for the first time. it's hot and heavy, but gentle, contrasting the eager flicks of oliver's tongue and the heady nips and kisses skylar continues to place all over your neck and collar. his tongue swipes into your mouth and your head goes fuzzy. suddenly, oliver's tongue enters you, and you gasp into declan's mouth.

he pulls back, letting go of your face. you wiggle your hips as oliver thrusts his tongue in and out of you, looking down to see him gazing up at you through his dark lashes. his eyes are heavy and lidded, but he looks at you with reverence, eager to make you feel good, desperate for your moans of approval. he removes one of his hands from where it is wrapped around your upper thigh, holding you to him, and you watch as he momentarily pulls away from licking you to work his middle finger into you.

again, you gasp and whine, legs straining against the other two. "see how good we make you feel?" declan mutters in your ear as you watch oliver devour you. "you're so good for us. just for us."

skylar pulls your shirt up over your chest, continuing his ministrations without the fabric in his way as he pinches your nipple, sucking a hickey into the junction of your neck and shoulder. he nips at your skin, erection pressed into your naked thigh. declan doesn't seem any less excited, strong hands holding your leg against him as he leans into you, burying his face in your hair to take in your scent.

oliver grins, lips wet, as he pistons his finger in and out of you, wiggling it upwards to hit the spot that makes you see stars. you whine and tilt your head back into the couch as heat begins to crawl up your spine, spreading pleasantly through your limbs. "are you close, pretty thing? god, look how wet you are- gonna cum for me, all over my fingers? do i make you feel that good?"

you nod your head, needy, but know you need more stimulation. "oli, i can't-" you whine, thrusting your hips at him, maddeningly close to the edge.

"you need his tongue again, baby?" declan asks, voice low and throaty, practically growling into your ear. "need attention back on that pretty clit?"

"yes!" you gasp as oliver works the pad of his finger over your g-spot. "please, please oli!"

"you're like an angel when you beg," oliver groans, but doesn't hesitate to give you what you need. he dives back in, lips locking around your clit.

you snap, back arching off the couch as you cum on his fingers. they're still holding you so tight that even through the spasms of your hips, you can't escape him. he finger fucks you through the aftershocks, lapping at your clit to draw it out.

but he doesn't stop. he keeps sucking and fingering, even when you are twitching and keening from the oversensitivity. skylar and declan only hold onto you tighter, and declan grabs your left hand when you try to pry his fingers off your thigh. your right hand stays in oliver's hair, pulling at the strands as you scream.

"wait, wait, i already-!"

"come on sweetheart, we can make you feel so good; give us another one," skylar mutters hotly in your ear as oliver pulls a second shaking orgasm out of you. he turns your head towards him and kisses you through the aftershocks, releasing you as you moan.

you think oliver'll stop now- but he adds a second finger, satisfying you even more with the stretch, quirking them up and massaging your g-spot.

you squeeze your eyes shut and jerk your hips with a loud, rattling gasp, and begin your struggle anew, twisting against the boys' hands. your skin is hot and sweaty, your fave flushed bright red, and they love it.

you begin to push at oliver's head with your free hand, "f-fuck, oli stop, i can't-"

skylar removed his hand from you chest, grabbing your right hand and pulling it away, much like declan had done earlier.

between you legs, oliver hums contentedly, thinking his new favorite place in the world is between your legs. a third orgasm begins to build as he relentlessly massages you with his fingers, swirling his tongue over your sensitive, twitching clit, and you feel your brain slowly turning to mush.

"come on doll," skylar kissed your temple. "declan wasn't lying earlier. you're all ours now, and we aren't anywhere near done with you yet; we all want a turn to show you how well we can treat you."

xoxo darling--core 🎀

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Who’s in charge now?

A comeback of an oldie! I do recommend reading this part here first before diving into this new one, but please enjoy the smutty side-effect of being haunted!

Fandom: Original Work Pairings: Yandere!Ghost x AFAB!Reader   Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Non-Con, Cunnilingus, Lots of tongue but also touching and teeth mention, Biting and scratching mention, Fluids, Penetrative Sex, Orgasms, Overstimulation, Public indecency, Doing it in front of someone while that person is unaware), Manipulation, Gaslighting, Degradation, Possessiveness, Mention of Exorcism

Prompt:  @sintember No one will believe you - There’s no one to help, no one to trust, do you even believe yourself?

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Forcing your legs to close, you were met with the invisible mass between them pushing back, resisting your attempts, and instead sending out his long tongue to drag between your thighs. The newly put-on underwear was instantly soaked in its drool, and it let out a husky laugh as you mewled under your breath, your whole body shaking against the table.

“Are you alright?” Eli asked, barely looking up from their phone. The only reason they were alarmed by what was going on out of their sight was that their cereal bowl was shaking almost as much as you. Gripping the table, you tried to control yourself before looking up at them, their gaze lazily falling from you to their phone again as they shrugged it off as a nervous tick you were emitting. It was way too early to be fully awake and alert to their surroundings, so Eli wasn’t truly concerned about all the fluids leaking down your chair and dripping to the ground.

“They don’t believe youuu~” the ghost lolling his tongue over your sex purred. By the missing reaction from Eli, you had no choice but to believe they really didn’t see or hear the ghost like you did, much less feel its presence right in front of them. Clenching your fists, you took deep breaths, your sensitive flesh so receptive to every blow of air the ghost breathed and the torturous pleasure that had been haunting you all night long.

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⋆🌷🫧⋆｡° intrusive thoughts 💭₊˚ෆ (hayato suo x reader)

collab piece for amor's event, ORQUÍDEAS

PENSAMIENTOS INTRUSIVOS - yesterday, today, tomorrow; unwanted thoughts oftentimes linger through your mind. after rough experiences with love, he's more than ready to show you how much he loves you to make those intrusive thoughts fly away.

✿ contains: very suggestive content (towards the end), mentions of previous toxic relationships, slight angst (with comfort), f!reader, suo being a hopeless romantic (fluff) ✿ a/n: first time joining an event (so honored to join, thank you amor!) and writing a full piece dedicated for suo ♡ for my suo girlies out there, ya'll are among the sweetest and nicest people! you deserve suo's unconditional love~ ✿ wc: 1.1k

yesterday ── ✧

you've never known a guy as mature as suo. in fact, all you've ever known are rowdy immature guys who have no plans, no vision for the future, and no idea how to treat a woman right. 

however, suo is a pure contrast to all of them. at first glance, one would say he's an absolute gentleman. disciplined, extremely intelligent, perceptive, and not to mention handsome. truly the perfect package.

the only catch? he is too good to be true. suo is the most mysterious and enigmatic person you've ever met. it also didn't help that he has a reputation for being a tease and a bit of a liar. 

it's true that he has lied quite a lot, but never about his feelings for you. 

suo professed his love for you months ago, and had started courting you for quite some time now. he knew you wanted him as well, even though you refused to give in to him out of your own personal trust issues with men in the past, which made it difficult for you to believe him.

you didn't believe suo when he told you he could treat you right, like the empress that you are. 

you didn't believe suo when he said he'd give you the world, make you feel special like you deserve.  

you didn't believe suo when he said that things would be different with him. he says that he would love you with his whole heart, and take you up the staircase to adulthood, whatever that meant.

"prove it to me." you challenged, with no expectations in your thoughts, as flowery words only meant so little to you. 

his reply was steady, full of confidence. 

"of course, darling. for you, i'll do whatever it takes." 

he calls you his 'darling' like he means it, and looks at you like you were the most precious rare jewel in the world.

suo’s words were promising, but you knew better than to fall for mere promises. you had been let down one too many times before. if he wanted your trust, he would have to earn it.

actions spoke louder than words, so he would have to find a way to convince you. you've been through so much heartbreak and toxicity that you just found yourself so hesitant to let anyone else in. 

today ── ✧

they definitely didn't call suo a "master of negotiation" for nothing. 

he showed up to your home with a large bouquet of flowers, a mix of reds and purples, which perfectly complemented his burgundy toned hair.

"what's this for?" you ask, perplexed at him suddenly gifting you with such an eloquent set of flowers. they seemed like they cost a fortune too. the bouquet was wrapped in embossed paper and high quality silk ribbons, because suo wanted only the best for you.

"these orchids are a symbol of your elegance and beauty, these roses are a symbol of my passion and desire for you, and the heliotropes represent my everlasting devotion." suo explains, handing the flowers over to you.

he is obviously well-versed in flower language. could this man be any more perfect? 

a mixture of wonder and disbelief were reflected in your eyes. "for me?" you admire each beautiful fresh flower, softly running your fingertips through the petals. 

none of your past lovers had ever gotten you flowers before, and one of them even once forgot your birthday. so this was something totally new to you. 

"you told me to convince you, so here i am, trying to convince you." he smiled, his charming, captivating, signature suo smile. 

you blush at his gesture. "thank you suo, you really didn't have to, but that's very thoughtful of you." 

"do i get a kiss as a token of gratitude?" suo asks, a playful grin spreading across his face as he leans in slightly.

you roll your eyes, trying to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. "don’t push it, hayato." you reply.

suo’s eyes widen slightly, taken aback not only by the way you casually used his first name but also by the unexpected moment when you tiptoed and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

maybe suo really is a better negotiator than you thought. well, he certainly had his way of convincing you, that's for sure. 

tomorrow ── ✧

you weren't certain when you started to notice it, but the pain of heartache that had once felt so overwhelming now seemed like a fading shadow. gradually replaced by a quiet sense of peace, as if your heart was finally learning to heal and make room for something new, something better.

something like hayato suo. 

both of you were definitely ready to take the next step, imagining a future together. (maybe this was what he meant by the 'staircase to adulthood' that he kept talking about so much.)

he cherished you dearly, his kisses always so soft and gentle. he held you with tender fingers, like you were fine china. night after night, he lapped at you hungrily, like you were the sweetest tea he'd ever drank. in suo's bed the both of you lay, him basking in your beautiful afterglow. 

"you're so cute." he said, stroking your hair. "but you know what would make you even cuter? if i kiss you right now." 

"is kissing all you ever think about, hayato?" you sigh.

suo shrugs. "ever since i fell in love with you, yes, i believe it's all i ever think about."

"how did you end up falling for me, hm?" you nuzzle against his chest, hearing the faint sound of his heartbeat.

"i'm not sure, either. maybe you put some type of love potion in my tea?" he replies to you, his hand reaching for yours, intertwining your fingers with his. 

"stop, i did not, that seems more like something you would do, hayato!" you giggle, playfully giving him a light shove on the shoulder. 

he chuckles in response and leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "the ancient spirit in my eye says we should kiss now."

curious, you tilted your head and ask, "did it now? tell me, what's really under your eyepatch, anyway?" 

"darling, you already saw what's under my clothes and now you want to see what's under my eyepatch, too?" his gaze locks in with yours, a teasing glint present in suo's eye. 

before you could respond, he presses his lips against yours. afterwards, suo proceeded to place a kiss on your ring finger that is adorned with an antique promise ring. a matching set to his antique earrings, which he slid around your finger the moment you told him you were ready to accept his affections. 

you have suo totally and irrevocably wrapped around your finger, literally and figuratively. he has always promised himself to you since yesterday, today, tomorrow, and always.

© kajibunny 2024 / all rights reserved

Yan! Wolfboy X Fem! Reader

CW: NSFW, Non-con, rough sex, needy, desperate sex, whimpering, cuminflation, somnophilia, breeding kink, loss of virginity, teratophilia, stalking

Part 2

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The sound of wet, rapid thrusts echoed in the room. It was needy and desperate— the need to breed sent him into a rut as he rammed his fat cock into your cum filled pussy. The sight of you under him, restrained and teary eyed was enough to make him hard over and over again, even after cumming inside you thrice already.

“Hnngh… mmm… ahhh~!” His whines fill the room, drunk from the tight warmth of your virgin cunt. He knew you’d make the best mate from the way he watched you from afar. You’re just so submissive and responsive to everything he does to you. Especially when you’re half asleep. And you saved yourself for him too! He wanted to take it slow and ease you into it, but as soon as he delved his cock into your wet heat, he was a goner.

He let out a string of needy whimpers as he felt you tighten around him and release your lovely essence on this throbbing cock. The scent of your juices mixed together sent him into a rutting frenzy, pounding you from behind, from the side— but his absolute favorite was the mating press he had folded you into, allowing him to reach the deep crevices of your warm, sopping cunt.

“Mate… mine… nngh..” He was panting heavily, mouth open and tongue out. His thrusts were deep fast, bullying your cervix with the same fervor from the beginning of your encounter. And he has no intention of stopping. Not when you are still coherent. No, he needs to make sure you’re thoroughly bred. That you’re so full of his cum that it looks like you’re pregnant. That you can’t even think of anything other than his cock. “Must breed… hnnngh.. ahhh~!” He lets out a particularly long whine when he felt you squeeze his cock. Oh fuck, you were getting off on this.

He groans at the feeling. “My pretty mate… I’m gonna fill you up so good… gonna look so pretty with my pups~”

You let out a soft moan. Even in your dreamlike state, your body still responded to his. How lucky he is to have found you— and now, you’re his forever~